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vettelsvee · 1 month

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YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA | Sebastian Vettel

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ferrari sebastian vettel x fem oc (she's diana, the main character of history series!), max verstappen x fem oc

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warnings: smut. oral (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, p in v), seb getting horny af over her fiancee dancing tom holland's umbrella performance (or at least trying to huh). seb here has a sister named lara, who's dating max :)

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"Come on, it's easier than you think! You just have to raise your arms like this, as if you were holding an umbrella."

To say Lara was obsessed with Tom Holland was an understatement, and that included the dance she had done on Lip Sync Battle with one of Rihanna's most iconic songs.

While Sebastian and Max were busy, the German with his daughter, Emily, and the Dutchman preparing a barbecue, the sisters-in-law decided to goof around near the pool that occupied most of one of the patios of the house Sebastian and Diana shared in Switzerland.

"Like this?" the redhead asked as she imitated the gesture that the German had told her.

"Yes! You're nailing it, Di!" the girl shouted, jumping with excitement. "Now you just have to lean your body to one side and make movements with your torso like you're a wave in the sea." Wagner laughed at the girl's comparison, though she tried to follow her steps. "Hey, don't laugh, you dickhead!"

Diana, despite being comfortable with everyone present, always had a certain shyness about doing something she wasn't used to. However, as she began to let herself go, her movements became increasingly fluid, growing her enthusiasm for the choreography that had initially seemed so difficult to her.

"It seems like they're having fun, huh?" the Dutchman commented to Vettel.

"I can see that yes," the elder of the drivers replied as he cradled his daughter to try to get her to sleep. "Knowing both of them, I have no idea what might come out of whatever they're doing."

As the night progressed, the steps became more fluid and perfect, impressing the girls themselves. They couldn't stop laughing, and they even decided to improvise some moves to add their personal touch. At the same time, the drivers continued grilling the meat they had bought, and it wasn't until they started arguing about who had made a better hamburger that the girls ran to their rescue.

"Guys, calm down. We've been doing something you might like!"

Lara ran out, in a bikini, and stood between her brother and her boyfriend, stopping the senseless argument they were having before it escalated. After all, it wasn't the first time Vettel and Verstappen had faced off off the track over silly things like that.

"Is it related to that little dance you're doing from that Spider-Man kid?" Max wanted to know.

The raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow and shot her boyfriend a look, although she was dying of laughter inside at the silly jealousy attack he was having over an actor she would never meet.

Diana approached Sebastian and planted a kiss on his lips as he held her waist and squeezed her, tickling her and causing her to burst into laughter.

"Seb, stop it!" she exclaimed, pulling away from her fiancé and earning a puppy-dog pout from him.

Lara quickly took advantage of the moment and grabbed the woman by her wrist, leading her to a slightly more secluded spot from their partners, positioning her perfectly for her boyfriend to have a perfect view of her, and giving her a knowing look before playing the song on her phone.

As the first notes began to play, so did they. Although a bit shy at first, especially Diana, both gained confidence as the song progressed. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, as if they had been rehearsing for months. The chemistry between the sisters-in-law was undeniable, something that left the men speechless.

The Dutchman watched his girlfriend's performance with wide eyes, unable to look away from the German woman who had stolen so many sighs from him. His lip, as if by reflex, began to be bitten by his own teeth. Lara noticed it, and made an effort to show her sensual side even more.

Vettel, on the other hand, couldn't understand how, in almost five years of relationship, he had never seen this side of Diana Wagner. As the German watched her girlfriend move, he couldn't help but be aroused. His eyes began to roam over her entire body, focusing especially on her breasts, waist, and buttocks. Although the movements the Austrian was making were not intended to be sensual, she did them in such a natural way that Sebastian was starting to get very horny to the point of having to try to calm down the erection that was forming in his pants.

He tried to divert his thoughts to his daughter, asleep in her stroller while tightly hugging a cloud-shaped plush toy, beside him, and to the barbecue fire, whose embers were slowly dying out. But no matter how much Vettel tried to put his thoughts in order, all he wanted in those moments was to passionately make love to his future wife.

As the performance came to an end both drivers stood up, cheering and applauding enthusiastically. The youngest Vettel bowed, but Diana simply remained still, her cheeks turning the same color as her hair.

The rest of the night went by among laughter, games and the karaoke session with the music playing from a local radio station. Around one in the morning, Lara and Max decided to retire, leaving Sebastian and Diana alone in the patio's chill-out area.

After the younger couple left, Sebastian got up and carried his daughter in his arms to take her to her room to rest and not interfere with the plans he had prepared for him and his girlfriend. Upon his return, he found the engineer settled on one of the sofas, letting her hair down, previously tied.

For the future marriage, the night had just started.

"Di, I had no idea you danced so well," he said, approaching her with a slightly mischievous smile, "especially not in that kind of dance."

Diana shifted on the sofa and stared directly at her boyfriend, who had sat down beside her. Slowly, and as she spoke to him, she proceeded to remove the beach dress that covered her body, leaving herself in the swimsuit she was wearing.

"Well, wait until we get married, love: then you'll see me dance well, especially at night."

Quickly, the redhead positioned herself over Vettel, noticing how his penis was rapidly becoming erect and pressing firmly against her intimacy, covered by the piece of fabric. Diana noticed the surprise even on Sebastian's face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and as quickly as she could, she started to kiss him with desperation. All Seb could do was moan as his girl, the only thing she did, was getting him more turned on and herself as she began to direct her lips down his neck, ignoring the tickles his beard was giving her.

"Di... sit down."

The mentioned followed Sebastian's orders and positioned herself on the couch with her legs open as he continued to kiss her only to end up moving down to her intimate area, kneeling in front of her, opening her lower extremities even more.

Carefully, she began to massage her pussy over the swimsuit, earning nothing but sighs and pleas from Diana.

"Seb, please," demanded the redhead.

Sebastian lifted his gaze and smirked mischievously. Then, he pushed aside the lower part of the woman's garment, still on, exposing her intimacy and already running his hands between her labia slowly, torturing her.

"Do you like it like this, Di?" the driver announced with a hoarse voice. "My fingers in your pussy, slowly as fuck, is it enough for you, or do you want more?"

"I don't know why you're asking me: you know I always want more."

He knew, of course he knew. He just wanted to hear it from her lips.

Sebastian knew the future Mrs. Vettel more than she knew herself.

Without saying or doing anything else, he began to eagerly eat out Diana. There was nothing the German liked more than making his girlfriend enjoy. He went from more to less, and teased her with surprise rhythm changes and adding a finger in ocasional moments. That day, however, they had to hurry because he knew his sister and brother-in-law could show up at any moment.

So, he dedicated himself solely to move his lips and tongue as quickly as possible all over her pussy, focusing especially on doing it against the girl's clit. Diana's excitement was such that, with both hands, she pulled Sebastian's hair strongly while forcing his head closer to her intimacy, urging him to eat her even more eagerly. He seemed to catch the hint: his hands grabbed the redhead's hips and held her even tighter to his mouth, now focusing on playing with his tongue at her entrance.

"Sebastian Vettel, oh my god," moaned the redhead arching her back when she felt Sebastian's palms now grabbing her buttocks. "One day you're going to kill me and you'll be left without sex."

He realized that not having had sex for a while due to lack of intimacy was causing her climax to come faster than usual. Quickly, while not stopping giving small bites to Diana's bundle of nerves, he began to take off his swimsuit, leaving his penis completely exposed, erect as it hadn't been in a long time.

Diana was on the verge of the orgasm, she knew it, and that's why Seb decided to stop, leaving her with desire and a scream about to come out of her.

"No, no, no," she began to say in desperation, "don't you dare do this to me, Seb."

"Who said we're done, princess?"

As soon as his words escaped his lips, he took Diana by the waist and switched positions with her. Now, he was the one sitting down, and the woman on top of him, rubbing against his member to see if she could finally reach her orgasm. Sebastian took a moment to begin lowering the upper part of her swimsuit and started massaging her breasts, leaving a kiss in every place, and taking her nipples between his lips.

"Are you tired?" the German asked in the midst of excitement. "If you want, I can let you be on the bottom, lying down."

"No way, Seb," the girl replied, wanting to take control with her boyfriend. She kept rubbing against him, her hands against his chest. "Let me be on top. It's been a while since I set the pace."

"I'm serious, Di. You've been having trouble with sleeping for several nights with Emily being sick. I don't mind, really. Even if you want to stop, really" he added. "If you don't feel comfortable to continue, we can stop and go back to what we were doing before. Just us lying here on the sofa, I really don't mind."

Diana snorted. She couldn't believe Sebastian was thinking about her well-being at that moment rather than the fact that they were about to fuck after almost a month without doing it.

She absolutely and completely hated that her future husband was so good to her on occasions like this. Well, not only good in this occasions, in every occasion.

"I just want to take care of you," he let her know, looking at her decisively.

"Then let me be on control today."

With that, Diana masturbated her partner as best she could, and immediately she sat on his penis and the rhythm of her hips began.

Wagner focused on doing it as slowly as he could, trying to keep a steady pace and enjoy the intimate moment she was having with Seb, who just smiled when he realized the girl's intentions. With more care than usual, considering what they were doing, he took her chin and kiss her to silence her moans, which were increasing in frequency and volume.

As they progressed, so did the speed of her hips guided by Sebastian's hands, which rested on her waist. When he noticed an increase in her excitement, he buried his face in the German's neck, who took the opportunity to leave, carefully, bites, kisses and small marks on her neck that would possibly turn into darker ones in the next few hours.

"I love you so much, Sebastian," Diana tried to say, breathless from the effort she was making, "you have no idea how much."

"Whose are you?" he suddenly blurted out, surprising the girl.

Without a plan, but noticing how Diana's walls began to contract around his cock, Sebastian tried to reach the girl's clitoris to start massaging it and make her release come once and for all.

He received no response. Only continuous moans as the engineer threw her head back, seeming not to want to end until he did.

"Diana Vettel, I want you to answer me: whose are you?"

"I'm not Diana Vettel," she replied, slowing her pace to torture the man. Obviously, she succeeded eagerly. Vettel, at the same time, matched her level by removing contact with her intimacy. "So call me by my name and I'll answer you."

"No, you're not" he refused, knowing perfectly well that he was testing her patience, "but you will be in a year. So now, answer me: whose are you, Diana Vettel?" he emphasized her last name with a too husky voice.

"Yours," she replied, giving up with a choked moan. "I'm yours, Sebastian. I have always been yours, and I'll always be yours."

With that, the speed of the index finger, the same one that the Ferrari driver used a lot to celebrate his victories in public, returned to where it was before, although this time increasing along with his thrusts against Diana. In a matter of seconds, the girl was already trembling on top of him, clinging tightly to his neck to avoid falling while admiring the scene she was starring in with her future husband.

Sebastian felt that his release was also imminent, and he let her know.

"Love, I'm going to cum. I don't think it's the best option to do it inside you, but if you want..."

No more was needed because Diana, in the heat of the moment, didn't hesitate to get off her boyfriend's lap to kneel in front of him. Immediately, she took his penis in her hands and didn't hesitate to put it in her mouth. Sucking as hard as she could, and making use of her deep throat while massaging his testicles and what didn't fit, she noticed how her opening, seconds later, was gradually filled with a salty taste that wasn't much to her liking, but she swallowed without protest.

After finishing and regaining composure, Wagner fell back on the couch, next to Sebastian, and kissed him again with affection, both enjoying their own fluids in each other's mouths. They didn't spend much time embraced until Sebastian noticed that Diana seemed to be increasingly weighed down by her eyes, possibly because drowsiness was setting in on her.

"Are you falling asleep, love?" the drive asked in a soft voice, still appearing excited.

The redhead murmured something unintelligible, confirming the suspicions that were running through Vettel's mind.

Therefore, without much thought, he took Diana in his arms. She offered no resistance, and all she did was snuggle into Seb's chest, trying to find the perfect position as he headed towards the bedroom they shared.

When they arrived, Sebastian made sure to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake little Emily. Next, he laid Diana on the bed and began to undress her, removing her still damp swimsuit slowly, replacing it with the nightgown she occasionally wore to sleep. Afterwards, he simply lifted the girl, now seemingly fast asleep, to tuck her in between the thin sheets.

The German laid down beside her and wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her as if he might lose her at any moment. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead before sleep consumed him too, something that became a night routine for the couple.

"Rest well, my love," he said yawning, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "Thank you for being with me another day."

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minkyungseokie · 1 month

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uluvjay · 3 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy- S. Vettel

rbr! Sebastian Vettel x Fem! Reader

In which you get punished for flirting with Sebastian’s teammate

Warnings?; Smut, name calling(slut, brat), cursing, degradation, hair pulling, lip biting, small blood mention, p in v, unprotected sex(a big no no), mean seb, orgasm denial,slight ass play…, pet names, porn with a plot basically, I apologize for any errors!

"Sebby please!" You babbled to the man behind you, his hands holding yours behind your back as he pounded into you.

"Shush Meine Liebe, take your punishment like a good girl." He spat, his pace never faltering as he pushed your face further into the pillow below you.

"Just wan a kiss." You whined into the plush pillow, the cotton of the case no doubt now covered in your tears and spit.

You could hear his growl from behind you as his hips somehow sped up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the space of your bedroom.

"I don't kiss little sluts that think it's okay to flirt with my teammate." He spat.

Your eyes rolled towards the back of your head as he reached a hand between your thighs and begins to rub your clit. He guided a scream from your throat as he pinched the small bud between his fingers before returning to slow and teasing rubs.

"Fuck." You cried as you felt the warmth growing in your lower stomach.

"Don't you dare fucking cum." Sebastian spat in your ear as he could feel your core tightening around him.

At the sound of a pathetic sob Sebastian slowed his hips and pulled his hand away from your clit, leaving you with little to no friction as he pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip resting inside the warmth of your walls.

"No, no, please! Seb please let me come." You cried.

The German smirked behind you as he felt your pussy clench around his tip desperately searching for more. His cock was glistening from the wetness of your pussy as he spread you plump ass cheeks wide and spit on your puckering hole.

He basked in the gasp you let out as his thumb circled around the ring, passing time as he let your growing orgasm die.

"Seb please baby, I wanna see you." You begged attempting to fuck yourself against him but the slap he laid against your ass quickly made your movements halt.

"Hmm, that's a shame. Would fuck you however you wanted if you didn't throw yourself all over mark." He shrugged despite you not being able to see him.

"Didn't throw myself at him! Was just being nic-" a scream broke through as he thrusted into you hard, his nails digging into your flesh as he gripped your ass cheeks firmly.

"Don't be a fucking brat." He growled in your ear as his body leaned over yours, damp chess pressed against your back.

He finally let your hands go as he tangled one of his own into your hair and pulled, pulling your body flush against his as he stood on his knees and fucked you hard.

"Oh god!" You cried feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.

The feeling of his lips moving around the skin of your neck caused a feeling of need to fill your chest as you wished for his lips to be against yours.

"Can I please have a kis-fuck!" You cried body slumping forward slightly as he loosened his grip a bit.

"If I kiss you, will you shut the hell up?" He spat.

"Mhm, please."

You shrieked as you were let go and quickly flipped over, Sebastian wasted no time before slipping back in and fucking you fast as your legs wrapped around his waist

One of his large hands came up to wrap around the base of your throat as his lips swallowed yours in a hard kiss. It's nothing but pure ecstasy as he kisses you, you kiss him back as his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth.

You cry out into his mouth as his teeth nip at the skin, the metallic taste of blood floating between you two as he seems to kiss you harder.

He pulls away from your lips at the feeling of you clenching around him, "You gonna come soon?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fucked out eyes staring deep into his pretty blue ones.

"Ask nicely brat." He scolded, leaning back and pulling on of your legs over his shoulder a smirk tugging at his lips at the moan you let out.

"Oh!-can I come? Please, please sebby can I come?" You babbled below the man, the feeling of euphoria just moments away from taking control of your body.

"Go ahead slut, come for me." He encouraged basking in the way your legs shook on his shoulder and how your head snapped back into the soft pillow below it.

The moan you let out as your climax took over was downright pornographic, the multiple denied orgasms from earlier in the night finally catching up and roaring through your body.

Sebastian watched as you babbled random things off as he continued to fuck you, chasing his own climax. His thrust stayed just as deep but grew faster as he felt it approaching, heat flooding his body as he began to curse in German.

With one last thrust you watched as he stilled inside you with a deep groan, his abs clenching while his mouth dropped open. He leaned down to pull you into another hot kiss as he began to soften inside you, one of his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck while yours cradled his cheeks.

"You gonna flirt with my teammate again?" He asked firmly as he held onto your chin.

"I wasn-oh! Okay no I won't." You cried as he thrusted his hips, yearning him a deep cry from overstimulation.

"Mm, that's my good girl." He smirked before placing one last kiss on your lips and pulling out.

He took a moment to admire your spent and well fucked body, hickeys were scattered from your breasts down where nobody but him would be able to see them.

You watched as he walked into your master bathroom to get a warm washcloth before coming back and taking his time cleaning you up gently.

A little while laster you were dressed in one of his shirts while you dozed off with your head against his chest, and one of his hands running through your hair.

"Goodnight darling, I love you." He spoke softly as he kissed your head.

"I love you more Seb." You smiled as you snuggled deeper into him.

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lucyrose191 · 5 months

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•·.·''·.·• F1 MASTER LIST •·.·''·.·•

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S E B A S T I A N V E T T E L

•·.·''·.·• A shared History , Part 2 , Part 3•·.·''·.·•

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Moments that Sebastian Vettel and Y/N have shared throughout their careers together both on and off track. Sebastian Vettel x fem!driver!reader

•·.·''·.·• Looking at her •·.·''·.·•

(fluff, suggestive at the end)

Reader has grown to love the feeling of Sebastian’s eyes on her but not everyone understands. Sebastian Vettel x shy!girlfriend!reader

•·.·''·.·• Come back to me •·.·''·.·•

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Sebastian’s world is turned upside down when he finds out the reason behind the red flag, the aftermath is just as torturous as the moment he got the news.Sebastian Vettel x wife!driver!reader

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K I M I R Ä I K K Ö N E N

•·.·''·.·• The Icebreaker •·.·''·.·•

(fluff)

It never fails to amaze the formula one community just how much of a difference there is in Kimi’s attitude whenever his wife is around. Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Wife!Reader

•·.·''·.·• Silent Admiration , Part 2 •·.·''·.·•

(Implied age gap, fluff)

Kimi’s got some deep feelings for the reader but plans to do what he does best, keep silent. Until, Sebastian manages to persuade him that maybe melting his icy exterior might work in his favour. Kimi Räikkönen x Fem!Driver!Reader.

•·.·''·.·• Protective Shield •·.·''·.·•

(fluff, mistreatment of women)

You always have a smile on your face, even through the struggles of being the only female driver but when it feels like the entire media is against you it’s hard to keep that smile on your face but Kimi won’t allow it to disappear, he’s always there protecting you. Protective!Kimi x Sunshine!driver!reader

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T O T O W O L F F

•·.·''·.·• No longer his •·.·''·.·•

(angst, heartbreak)

Toto now has to face the consequences of his actions that tore your family apart. Toto Wolff x Ex!wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Tame the Wolff •·.·''·.·•

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A few scenarios in which Toto is angry and frustrated and you’re there to calm him down and save his poor team from his wrath. Angry!Toto Wolff x Calm!Wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Broken Decisions , Part 2•·.·''·.·•

(angst, light smut, heartbreak, pregnancy trope)

The news of Toto Wolff divorcing from Susie has just hit the media and you, Michael Schumacher’s eldest daughter and George Russel’s race engineer, are beyond shocked, even more so as your relationship with your boss begins to evolve. Divorced!Toto Wolff x fem!engineer!Schumacher!reader

•·.·''·.·• Take it easy •·.·''·.·•

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Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son. Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Clingy Boys •·.·''·.·•

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It’s both yours and Toto’s day off but both your boys are sick and wanting your attention. Clingy!Sick!Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

•·.·''·.·• Caught In the Act •·.·''·.·•

(fluff, teasing)

The stresses of work have your mind running a million miles an hour but your husband knows how to slow it down.

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princessedesfleursss · 1 month

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SV05E1

Pairing: husband!sebastian vettel x wife!fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: public sex, a little degradation, several orgasms, jealousy, swearing, google translated german

It was quite a long time since Seb and you had decided to come out for dinner. Especially after his retirement you had moved back to Germany with your husband who had been focused on his shaping his future career and spending more time with the kids.

With the kids, you both never had time to attend to your relationship. Stolen kisses & quickies in the washroom was what held your relationship together. The past few weeks of busy schedules and having to constantly make sure the kids were sorted out with their schoolwork put a strain on your relationship. Which is why when Sebastain’s sisters had offered to take care of the kids for the weekend, after overhearing a hushed argument you both had during a family get together, without any hesitation the both of you had said yes.

So that led you to where you were now. In a fancy restaurant in Monaco drinking wine and waiting for the food you ordered to arrive.

All throughout the evening the waiter had been throwing you flirtatious glances. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or maybe it was the fact that Sebastian seemed almost invisible to them.

“If that moron doesn’t stop drecksack (scum bag) doesn’t stop eyeing you up and down I might have to go down there and punch him,” Sebastian muttered to you under his breath.

This wasn’t new for either of you. Sebastian was much older than you and at times people thought he wasn’t actually your husband but rather someone else- more specifically someone who wasn’t romantically accompanying you.

“Süße (honey) ignore that,” you said rubbing your ring clad fingers up and down his arms, “You know I’ve got my eyes only on you.”

You knew that it didn’t ease Sebastian and that you had gone over this a million times but the man was jealous & possessive over you rightfully so.

“Give me a kiss liebling,” he requested and you obliged too excitedly.

Caressing the side of his cheek and leaning in to lock your lips with his, you felt yourself melting as he took control of the kiss. His hand was sliding up and down your arm and yours were lingering on his cheek and the other over his hand. His fingers clasped yours and the pad of his thumb stroked the top of your hand.

It wasn’t until the waiter was nearby that your make out session was interrupted. A hue of red painting your cheeks you moved away from Sebastian. The waiter walked closer and placed the food of the table.

Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,

“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”

“I’ll let you know if we need more,” Sebastian replied in a curt manner.

You watched as the waiter bow and make his way back to the kitchen.

“Oh is my old man getting all wired up now?” You asked Sebastian teasingly as you let your wandering hands settle on this robust thigh.

Taking his hand from the table and kissing it, you held it close to your face letting your face rest of his open palm. With both your hands holding onto his hand, you continued,

“Ich werde dich immer lieben und nur dich (I will always love you and only you).”

Sebastian looked back at you lovingly and murmured, “I know. And I love you even more than that liebling.”

After eating and conversing, having time for yourself, you felt like you needed to uplift the mood a little. Plus you were feeling horny with Sebastian looking all worked up. You wouldn’t have minded him taking your right here in front of the waiter that had been eyeing you up all evening.

Signaling the same waiter to come over to you, who almost too enthusiastically scurried over to you, you placed an order for two tiramisus.

A walk to the kitchen and back, the waiter came over with a tray of tiramisu and started serving for you and your husband. Sebastian wasn’t pleased at all but since he was sipping on his wine trying really hard to not punch the waiter you took your chance.

Dipping a finger to the tiramisu you looked back up at the waiter and brought it over to your mouth and licked your finger clean. You watched as the waiters eyes widened as he watched your tongue wrap around your finger licking it squeaky clean.

“Mmm, this is too sweet for me,” you said as you looked back up at the waiter innocently, “Do you have anything less sweet?”

“W-we have um… cranberry pudding Mademoiselle. The prefect blend… blend of uh… just you know sour and sweet,” the waiter stuttered as you looked back at him with flirtatious eyes. You raised your eyebrow and he continued, “Of course it’s not too sweet. I’ll take this back to the kitchen and bring out a new one immediately.”

Sebastian watched all this unfold right in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. And when the waiter left to return the dessert and bring a new one in, he gave you one stern look and questioned,

“What the fuck was that liebling?”

You made yourself comfortable on your seat and looked up at him as if you hadn’t just flirted with another in front of your husband.

“What do you mean Seb?”

“Verhalte dich nicht ganz unschuldig (Don’t act all innocent),” he spat back.

Sighing you replied in a calm tone, “Since you were being a grumpy old man all throughout dinner I thought I needed to find someone else to entertain myself.”

That was all it took for Sebastian to get up from the table, startling you. He grabbed hold of your hand and led you over to the dimly light but spacious washrooms.

Twisting the lock of the door and making sure no one could come in, he pushed your body over to the counter and kissed you harshly.

“You think you can act like a schlampe (slut) and get away with it?” Sebastian asked, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down your open neck.

“I’ll show you what this old man can do.”

Sebastian lifted up your red dress and looked at you with a not so amused look when he realized what you were wearing.

“Only for you-“

“Oh shut it,” he kissed you with a strong sense of urge, letting his fingers run through your folds and gathering the sweet slick to bring it up to his mouth to taste it.

“So fucking sweet.”

You felt your face heat up at his dirty comment. Sebastian smirked at the coy look on your face and without any warning plunged his fingers into your hot & wet core. In and out he pulled and pushed his fingers and you lost yourself in the squelch of your pussy.

“Babe I’m close,” you let your husband know. Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement his lips hovering over your neck and marking small bites all over the expanse of your skin.

When you came with a sense of relief on his hands, Sebastian wasted no time and pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes and pushing it into you without warning. You hissed due to the oversensitivity you felt after having cummed a few seconds ago.

“This feels so good, doesn’t it libeling?” He asked as he slid he steadied himself against you.

“Hmmm, yes, yes, it feels soo good Sebastian.”

Sebastian railed harder into you, feeling your velvety walls close around him, squeezing him tightly. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, your scrunched up eyes now opening up to look back at his bright blue eyes that were now filled with lust.

“Kiss me,” you whispered.

The minute the request left your plush lips, his were on yours, making out as he drilled into you. Within a matter of seconds you came undone around him. However, Sebastian was far from close. Pulling out of you, he turned you around. Protests fell from your lips, letting him know that you were oversensitive from having cummed twice, but he simply ignored your pleas knowing you were down bad as much as he was, despite your resistance.

You held on tight to the edges of the counter top of the fancy washroom the restaurant had. Just then, Seb pushed into you making you drag a sinful moan. Holding tight onto your waist, Sebastian barely showed you any mercy as he drilled into you at a menacing pace.

“Schau dich an, ganz angezogen, benimmst dich aber gegenüber anderen Männern immer noch wie eine schlampe (Look at you, all dressed up but still acting like a slut for other men),” your husband spat at you. He nibbled onto the shell of your ear as he spat a plethora of profanities into your ear.

You continuously moaned as Sebastian pushed into you and within the next few seconds you felt yourself letting out a powerful orgasm for the third time that night and your husband’s release coating your insides making you feel giddy like a first time bride. Exhausted as you were, you waited until Seb pulled out of you to turn around and slump onto him.

He angled your jaw so that you were looking up at him with your tired eyes. Stroking your cheek he teased you, “If only you hadn’t called me an old man and made me jealous in front of that dummer kellner (stupid waiter).”

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, replying back cheekily, “But it was worth it wasn’t me. I haven’t had sex like this for ages Seb. Felt so good.”

“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”

Laughing at the nasty things you were both going to do back at the hotel after being seamless here at the restaurant, Sebastian and you fixed yourselves up and left the restroom. Outside, the waiter who was waiting for your return barely looked you in the eye and Sebastian simply painted a smug smile on his face knowing he had set the “dummer kellner” in his place.

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SOMETHING REUNITED !!! SEBASTIAN V. X FEM!READER! X MARK W. (18+)

summary: sometimes a cat-and-mouse game of three can last longer than intended.

content warning: smut below the cut (minors dni), explicit language, mfm threesome, dom!sebastian and dom!mark (mentions rbr!mark and rbr!seb), multi 21, oral sex (m receiving) + deepthroat + facefucking, dumbification if you squint hard enough, double penetration + spitroast, praise kink, size kink-esque, age gap (with mark), unprotected sex (NOT RECOMMENDED)

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even ten years later, she still had them chasing after her.

working with red bull was anything but easy for her back in 2012, being a 22 years old woman and all. women in motorsports were something of a relatively new topic back then and when she made her presence known in the milton keynes factory, she would have expected things to be hard for her.

well… it was hard for her for a brief moment until a certain australian and german molded her into something more bold, giving her the attention and validation she desired.

yet she persisted, thinking of them as people who merely wanted her to feel comfortable in the formula one field. she didn’t think much of it before.

until malaysia 2013 happened. sebastian vettel won after he stopped following a team order, causing mark webber his p1 and in the process the ‘multi 21’ controversy occurred.

she was there to witness all of that - from mark’s radio to sebastian’s interview post-race, even their cooldown room segment. she was there.

that was also the same night mark finally snapped and bent her over his hotel room bed, with her allowing mark to fuck the frustration out of himself while she whined and cried about how big he was— and how full she felt.

it didn’t take long for sebastian to hear her whimpering and her pleading, as his room was situated next to mark’s. the german driver came knocking on mark’s door, and sebastian found his cock in her mouth and his hands gripping her hair.

mark, ever the dominant man that he was, demanded the woman to suck the race winner’s cock and condescendingly told sebastian it was a ‘congratulatory gift’ from the australian.

that was the last night they’ve ever seen each other in the same bed, but they saw each other a lot in the paddock.

in 2014, mark left for world endurance while sebastian continued to chase after her - to which she explicitly stated that she wasn’t going to do it again. but sebastian pursued her continuously anyway.

now, in 2023, both men were retired but they always found themselves coming back to the paddock or the pit lane. mark webber had been managing a driver who was a rookie this year, while sebastian couldn’t find himself to leave the scene as he was newly retired.

both had excuses, but no one really knew the real reason why they kept coming back. no one knew but themselves… and her.

the ten year build up led to her hotel room by the suzuka track, her tits were splayed out and pinched and caressed by both men and her knicker becoming more damp as they continued to tease her. she uttered nothing but a pitiful sigh, something that had both men groaning in delight.

“god, i fuckin’ miss that whining of yours, baby,” mark nipped her ear, his greying stubble grazing her neck and his grubby fingers nestling themselves between her legs. “miss the way you fuckin’ plead. you miss being handled like this, don’t you?”

sebastian chuckled darkly, his hand finding itself stabilizing her chin as he examined her desperate face. “and you thought those men you’ve been fucking were fulfilling your needs,” sebastian’s german accent thickened as he gave her an amused smile, “we’ve been waiting for this for ten years, liebe.”

it was a blur, having to figure out how she went from sinking down to her knees and choking on sebastian’s cock as the tip hit the back of her throat. she could feel a lot of things.

this included mark’s hand that held her hair up and bobbed her head back and forth. mark crooned sweetly and praised her, “there we go. that’s a good girl. keep sucking his cock like that, baby. you’re doing so good for him.”

mark nearly laughed when he watched her knees close and clench, fascinated at her submissive state as his eyes looked at her teary ones.

sebastian’s usually-bright-blue eyes were darkening as her mouth took in mark’s length, watching the way her tongue swirled around the aussie’s tip before her nose grazed the hipbone of the older man.

mark let out a guttural groan, feeling his tip at the back of her throat as she skillfully took him in. he let out a string of curses before he muttered, “good girl. keep sucking me off like that. ‘m gonna fuck this throat of yours, hm?” he peered down at her, waiting for her go ahead and witnessing her nod.

sebastian smirked as mark’s hips began to snap forward, lewd sounds of liquid escaping her barely empty mouth as she continued to indulge in mark’s cock.

“she can take us both so well,” sebastian crooned to the girl, stroking his cock at the same pace mark fucked her mouth with his length.

a few snaps of his hips after, mark finally pulled her mouth away and allowed her to breathe. she panted heavily, looking up at the towering man and still kneeling before them.

“think you can take both of us, schatz?” sebastian asked the woman as if she couldn’t comprehend a word anymore. her bruised throat didn’t tell them anything, earning an amused laugh from mark and sebastian. she was already fucked out and she only sucked their cocks.

mark could remember how desperate she was to suck him off after his loss at malaysia, wanting to please him after he grew frustrated with sebastian’s refusal of order in the track. all mark could think about was how ten years later he was going to feel her again. perhaps even better this time.

sebastian laid on the bed, gesturing for the woman to sit on his cock.

mark’s hand helped the woman up before slapping her ass, his mouth letting out a smirk when she let out a soft sigh at the impact.

soon, she sat on sebastian’s lap, sinking down on his cock as she let out a moan, “oh fuck…”

she adjusted, allowing herself to bounce on sebastian’s cock for a moment before she felt mark move and settle behind her. a splatter of lube escaped its bottle as mark spread it generously, in the process his fingers prodded her back hole as she let out a soft whine.

mark fucked her with his fingers while sebastian continued to thrust slowly, making her writhe and cry out for the two of them. they really had missed this— her pitiful and pleading moan. they missed making her cry like she hadn’t been fucked hard before.

“mm… so fuckin’ tight,” mark whispered in her ear, pulling his hand away to stroke his cock and lubricate it.

she nearly collapsed on top of sebastian when mark’s cock entered her slowly, both she and mark letting out loud moans. she felt so full while mark felt like she was hugging his cock tightly.

“fuck, mark!” she exclaimed, her head nuzzling sebastian’s shoulder for a moment as she babbled, “so fucking big. god, you’re so fucking big!”

“you’re so tight for us, schatz,” sebastian murmured and kissed her temple sweetly. “so fragile, we can barely fit ourselves in your holes.”

“seb,” she whimpered as she muttered, “‘m so full.”

“i know you are, bebe,” sebastian said, humouring her submissive state while mocking her in the process, “you’re so full that you can’t think anymore, hm? all you can do is be a good girl for us because you’re already fucked out.”

mark groaned loudly, now moving languidly alongside sebastian as the two men thrusted in and out of her holes. she couldn’t do much, she couldn’t even reminisce because of the sensations that she’s lost all thanks to their dominance and their primal urge to fuck her endlessly.

“you miss this, baby?” mark whispered heatedly, now moving rougher as she cried out their names. “missed this body of yours.”

“you had us running after you for years,” sebastian smirked, “now you’re a putty in our hands. such a shame you made us wait this long.”

“it’s a good thing we caught you eventually,” mark added as his eyes found her hands clawing at sebastian’s bare chest while she whined and squirmed in pleasure.

“because we’re gonna make sure you’re not gonna slip away anymore. gonna make sure you’re ours. gonna make sure everyone knows you’re ours — we’re gonna fuckin’ ruin every man for you like we did in 2013.”

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percervall · 1 month

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it's a bad idea (fuck it, it's fine)

Summary: your housemates give you an offer you can't refuse. What's the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Jenson Button x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader

Warnings: smut

A/N: remember how I said the mamma mia fic might be the most unhinged idea I've ever had? Turns out I lied.

Welcome to a new series I am very slowly working on, inspired by an idea sent to me by an anon. Click here to be added to the taglist!

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#f1 fanfic #jenson button x reader #fernando alonso x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #mark webber x reader #fuck it fic

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awritessomething · 6 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 | max verstappen x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After Max broke Sebastian Vettels 9 win in a row record, his girlfriend wants to show how proud she is by doing the same.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, sub!max dom!reader, p in v, riding, doggy, shower sex, oral both!receiving, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, toys, dacryphilia, somnophilia, dry humping, thigh-fucking, semi-public sex, fluff at beginning and end. No use of Y/N.

Inspired by: @buckyhad

After Max won the race and broke Sebastian Vettel’s record, his girlfriend and just about every other fan of his in the world was screaming and cheering for him. Excitement and disappointment washed over the crowd of Formula 1 fans, everyone taking in Max’s win in different ways. He seemed to be impossible to beat seeing as he just got the new record and had defeated the Monza curse all in one race.

When he came searching for his girlfriend once he finished up with all the formalities and celebrations with the public, he found her sitting in his driver room. The second Max walked in, he was met with the girl in his arms. She pulled him down into a loving and excited kiss. Her arms remained tight around him, making Max smile into the kiss. He could feel how proud she was even when she hadn’t said anything yet.

“Good job, Max! I’m so proud of you, baby.” She peppered kisses all along his face and jaw. Even when they had been dating for quite some time, she still managed to get him flustered. “You did so good.” The praises just kept on coming as she now moved him to sit on the couch she had been sitting on. She was perched on his lap, running her hands through his hair. Of course he was tired and wanting a bit of a break, but he knew that it was impossible to get that with her there.

“Thank you.” Max smiled up at his girlfriend, not telling her anything about how tired he was. She knew that he was exhausted and slipped off of his lap. He assumed that she would just be heading off to talk to the other drivers and WAGs, but no. He watched as she dropped to her knees in front of him and pressed a kiss to his thigh. “What are you doing?” He asked and brushed her hair out of her face, wanting to see her.

“Congratulating you?” She said it as if it was the world’s most obvious thing. She was quick to pull down his pants, leaving him barely any time to even react. He had gotten decently hard just from her sitting on his lap, so with a few quick strokes of her hand, he was fully erect.

“No teasing, please.” Max watched her with furrowed brows and when she glanced up at him, his breath hitched. Her pupils were blown and her lips were bitten from how she had been thinking about him earlier and from how she had kissed him messily just a few moments prior.

“I didn’t plan on it.” She gave him an innocent smile that left when she wrapped her mouth around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. His head fell back with a groan, hand staying on the back of her head. Max didn’t push her head down, he just kept his hand there to feel her. She slowly took him all the way into her mouth, gagging slightly when she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. His hips jumped at the vibrations of her throat and she choked but continued to suck him off. One of her hands moved to his balls, gently fondling and squeezing them. Max knew to stay quiet while they did this, the other drivers or anyone outside might be able to hear what they were doing.

“Shit- I’m already close.” With Max’s words, her lips tightened around his cock and she moaned quietly, vibrations flowing through his whole body. His legs shook for a moment and his thigh muscles flexed as he bucked his hips, cumming down her throat. Max’s head fell back as he gasped her name. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, feeling her mouth leave his cock with a pop. She opened her mouth, showing how she had swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Good?” She asked, teasing him slightly as his chest heaved while he caught his breath. He nodded and she pulled his pants back up. After he went out to get some drinks with the other drivers, Max would come home and find her there waiting for him.

“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you in a while?” He brushed the hair from her eyes and she nodded. She had stood up and so had Max, looking down at her.

“Yeah, of course. Again, congrats on the win.” She pressed a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek and watched as he walked away. She didn’t have much left to do, so she went back home. She didn’t talk too much with the other WAGs or drivers, so there was nothing left for her. She arrived at their house and just laid around, playing with their cats and looking at clips from the race. That was when she got an idea. 10 wins was his record on the track, in bed his record was about 5 in a day. She wanted to beat that as well.

One down, nine to go.

When she arrived back at their house, she laid on their bed, wondering what she might be able to do to beat that record. She had a little box sitting under the bed, it had different toys in it that she only really used when Max was off in some other country for a race and she couldn’t wait. Thinking about that box, she leaned off of the bed and pulled it out. The contents inside were sort of limiting what she could do. Dildo? No. Handcuffs? Maybe. Vibrator? That thought lingered for a moment as she imagined the things she could do to him using one. Yes.

Max would come back home soon, it was still early in the afternoon and she knew that she had to squeeze in nine orgasms for him. When she heard the front door open and heard him call out her name, she got onto her feet almost immediately. She rushed down the stairs and into his arms.

“Jeez, you’re excited.” Max teased but hugged her back. He couldn’t see the smirk that she held, nor could he know her intentions. She reached up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, dragging him into the living room and shoving him down onto a chair. “What are you doing?” He looked up at her when she moved onto his lap.

“What do you think?” She could feel the forming bulge in his pants and smiled at him innocently. Max shifted underneath her for some friction, groaning loudly.

“You’re insatiable.” He put his hands on her hips. He mainly expected for them both to just strip naked, but when he slowly started moving her hips against his, he knew that wouldn’t happen. Max sucked in a sharp breath, biting his lip.

“You ok?” She gently touched his chin and made him look up at her while she ground her hips down onto his. He could barely meet her eyes, his brows knit together. His cock was still somewhat sensitive from earlier, but it made everything just feel better.

“I’m not gonna last…” Max’s fingers dug I go her hips so hard that they would likely leave bruises.

“That’s fine, Max. Cum for me.” She let go of his chin but still watched his face when he came. His muscles tensed as he groaned out curses of her name. When she stood back up, she could see the little wet spot on his jeans.

“Damn it, I gotta buy new jeans.” He grumbled and stood up. She hummed and reached over for his belt buckle, undoing it and slipping it off before pushing his pants down to the hardwood floor. He looked down at her, a bit taken back by her sudden boldness.

Two down, eight to go.

“May as well take them off then, right?” She cupped the bulge in his boxers and smiled. His eyes shut from the touch and he moved away for a moment. Max reopened his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, smiling and ruffling her hair.

“Cute.” He scoffed and then followed her upstairs and into their room. When they laid down together, both doing their own things, Max thought that maybe she was done with sex for the day. She was reading a book and he was watching clips from the race and looking at posts on social media. That was until she took one hand off of her book and slipped it under the covers, moving it into his boxers. He glared at her.

“What are you looking at, Max?” She leaned over and looked at his phone, her head on his shoulder. He could feel her arm moving against his own while she jerked him off.

“C- shit… clips from the race.” Max choked out when her grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly. Her hand was working him quickly, making his lips part.

“Can you explain some to me?” She asked, glancing up at him for a second. His eyes were clouded from lust, but he did his best to try and explain things to her. Every sentence would be interrupted with a moan or a groan. She moved onto kissing his neck at the same time, leaving him whining and sighing her name.

“I cant…” Max whispered, his back slightly arched off of the bed. She used part of her arm to push him back down flat on the bed as she continued to stroke him. His head fell to the side and he dropped his phone onto his chest.

“Its ok, Max. You’re fine.” Her voice was soft in his ear while she pressed a kiss to it. He groaned her name and thrusted up into her hand. She pulled down the covers a bit to see how his shirt had ridden up and his abdomen was exposed.

“Too fast!” His thighs tensed and he hissed through his teeth. She looked over at him and slowed her hand but felt him groan in frustration. Taking another look at him, she knew what he was meaning by that. Max wasn’t complaining about the speed, he was just embarrassed about how fast he was about to cum again. She went back up to her former speed and heard him let out a loud groan. With one more flex of his abs and a buck of his hips, he came all along his shirt and lower abdomen.

Three down, seven to go.

“There you go.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stood up from the bed while he was still panting. Walking into their shared washroom, she grabbed a cloth and washed her hands. She wiped off the cum on his abdomen and watched as he pulled off his shirt. When she laid back down, he pulled her into his arms and then continued watching the video from before.

“You’re killing me, by the way.” He mumbled in her ear and she simply laughed. Her hands were brought to her chest and she was pretty much laying on top of him. Maxs hand slid down her stomach and went to go push away her panties, feeling guilty that she hadn’t had the chance to cum yet. She moved away from him shook her head. Max looked at her with a blank expression, not quite sure of what she might want.

“Not with your hands, Max. I need more than that from you.” She gave him a quick pat on the chest and smiled. Max felt his cock twitch at the idea of taking her, although he was still recovering from his previous orgasm. “Can you do it?” Her voice was teasing as she sat up and slipped off her panties.

“I can.” Max tried to sound more confident than he truly was. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. Sitting up beside her, he watched as she moved to lay on her stomach, back arched to put her ass in the air. His hands gripped her hips and he took in a deep breath before pushing his cock into her.

“Shit…” She hissed when his hips were pressed up against her, leaving him balls deep inside of her. Max let out a quiet whimper and an even quieter moan of her name. His legs shook a little while they both took a second to adjust. Once decent, his thrusts picked up, slow and steady. Max had to bite his lip to contain his whines while he grew a bit more confident and moves his hips quicker. Her eyes rolled back while she gripped the sheets, moaning his name shamelessly.

“Oh my god-“ Max groaned and his head fell back, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm that was approaching at such an embarrassing rate. He wanted her to cum first, he wouldn’t be able to deal with himself if he couldn’t make her cum. Watching her twitch and tremble under him made him feel better about himself as his cock dragged against her walls. She clamped down around him as if she was trying to cut off his dick, making him whine out her name.

“More!” She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts desperately, feeling one of his hands move under her to go to her clit. Rubbing at the bundle of nerves, her eyes rolled back. Max panted and his legs shook. With just a couple more hard and deeper thrusts, she came with a moan of his name. Max kept moving for a couple more seconds before shooting his cum inside of her, his grip on her hips becoming bruising.

They stayed connected for a while longer, catching their breaths before Max pulled out with a grunt. Letting go of her hips, she laid back down comfortably on the bed. Max pressed a kiss to the space between her breasts and smiled.

“Thank you.” She looked up at him and moved his sweaty hair out of his forehead. The strands of blonde hair stuck to his skin. Max pulled her into his arms and she put her legs around him.

Four down, six to go.

She was running out of ideas as to how she could make him cum. With only two more real ideas, she wasn’t sure what to do. She grabbed onto one of his arms, looking at his watch to check the time. It was getting somewhat late now.

“What are you looking at?” Max asked, watching his girlfriends movements closely. She hummed quietly and put his arm back around her.

“The time. Its only 7:00, 5 hours until midnight.” He was confused by this statement but nodded along. He still hadn’t caught on to what she was doing to him. With two ideas left, she would have to find four other ways to make him cum within five hours. She let his eyes close while he held onto her, drifting off to sleep. This was fine with her seeing as it would let him get back some of his energy as well as giving her new ideas. Her mind raced with the possibilities and she came up with four.

About an hour or so later, Max was still asleep but she had managed to wiggle out of his arms. Pressing a kiss to her boyfriends cheek, one of her hands moved down and slowly started pumping him, feeling him harden in her hand. Slipping under the covers, she moved down to his cock, wrapping her lips around it and sucking at his tip. His breathing quickened but he still hadn’t woken up quite yet. Quiet moans left his throat and when she took him all the way down her throat, that was when he woke up. He hadn’t fully comprehended what was happening until he found himself peeking under the covers and seeing her there, lips around him. His head fell back and he let out a guttural moan.

“Shit…” Max’s hand got tangled in her hair, gently guiding her and pushing her a little bit. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes when her nose ticked his abdomen and his cock hit the back of her throat. He picked his head back up and looked under the covers again, watching her. Her mascara was running as a tear ran down her face. Max thrusted up into her throat and wrapped his fingers up in her hair, now taking control of her movements.

With each push of her head, the tip of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. She was holding onto his thighs to even stay upright as she whined around his cock. Max had turned her hair into a ponytail in his hands, tugging at it roughly. She couldn’t have asked for anything more. Max could barely even keep his eyes open as the pleasure and sensitivity was completely ruining him, turning him into some animal.

His voice was almost completely gone as he cried her name while cumming down her throat, holding her head there. He didn’t even notice that he was choking her until she gave him a pat on the thigh to ask for air.

“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” Max asked as she had her eyes closed with her head out from under the sheets. She opened them and then opened her mouth, showing she swallowed every drop of his cum. Max felt his cock manage to twitch again.

Five down, five more to go.

“I’m fine, honey.” She kissed him on the cheek and laid down with her head on his chest. When she felt his hands holding onto her thighs and slowly spreading them, she lifted her head. “Max?” She muttered his name, her confusion obvious as she watched.

“I wanna return the favor.” Max whispered in her ear before moving under the sheets and putting his head in between her thighs. Her close were long discarded, leaving him complete access to everything he wanted. She couldnt turn down his offer, so she simply watched him lick experimental stripes up her folds. Each touch had shivers running down her spine.

“Max no I cant let you…” She cut herself off with a moan once one of his fingers pressed inside of her. No more words besides embarrassing pleas and curses of his name left her lips. Max pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them ever so often as he ran them against her G-spot. Her sobs and begs were enough for Max to rut his hips against the bed in hopes of release. She was tugging on his hair and trying to push his head away as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue.

Max felt his sixth orgasm approaching and struggled to keep up with his movements but put everything towards trying to help her feel good as well. Her words were completely unintelligible as her eyes squeezed shut, the only warning of her climax being her shaking legs and the tightened grip on his hair. Hearing her whines and cries of his name followed with begs to stop, he came once again without her even knowing. Max released her and sat back up, moving to her side.

“I feel bad, Max. I didn’t even get to touch you.” She apologized and put her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. Max stroked her hair and shrugged.

“Its ok… I came.” Her head lifted so that she could glance at him. The ends of her lips twitched into a smile.

Six down, four to go.

“Aww… ok. Come on, let’s take a shower.” She watched as Max stood up and put out his hand for her, bringing her up onto her feet and leading her into their washroom.

“Whats been up with you today? I cant even breathe without you on top of me.” He was genuinely curious as to what she was doing. Somehow, he hadn’t managed to catch on yet.

“Nothing, just really need you.” She breathed out her words as she stepped under the water. Max followed her in and put his hands on her hips, keeping her close as his face fell into the crook of her neck. She could feel his cock pressed up against her. When he started thrusting between her thighs, fucking them, she squeezed her thighs together. That extra friction drew a moan out of Max as he held onto her hips with a bruising grip.

“Shit… you feel so good.” Max grunted as he dropped his face into the crook of her neck and panted. She put a hand on the cold and wet shower wall, using it to keep herself standing. She felt as Max dropped his head into the crook of her neck, allowing her to hear his quiet sounds that were muffled by her skin.

“I won’t last… so sensitive.” He gasped and his rhythm began to falter. She crossed her legs just partially to make it even tighter around his cock. Max choked out a strangled moan and came with a gasp of her name and Dutch gibberish. His cum went right down the drain.

“What a waste…” She sighed quietly and let him pull away. She pressed a kiss to his lips once she turned around. Maxs legs were a bit shaky, pretty much forcing her to give his cock a teasing squeeze to hear him cry.

Seven down, three to go.

The rest of the shower was innocent, just a couple washing each other. Her hands barely ever left his body, almost always touching him. Max was absolutely exhausted though, so he couldn’t have pushed her away or denied her even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Once she stepped out of the shower, he followed right behind her like a lost puppy. Apparently 7 orgasms can make a man a bit clingier than normal. The towel fell to the floor once she reached the side of their bed. Max watched it fall and then allowed his to follow.

“I’m so tired…” Max’s voice was soft as he laid down next to her. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes were beginning to close until she slid out of the bed and grabbed the box kept under it. Of course he had seen it once or twice when she showed him what she did when they were apart, but that was it. “What are you doing?” He asked drowsily, watching her open up the shoebox and pull something from it. He couldn’t make out what it was, so he let it go.

There was a movie playing on their TV, one that she had turned on to distract Max and think he was being delusional about the box. Once she was back in bed, the toy was laid beside her. He looked so tired that for a split second, she almost felt guilty for overstimulating him like this. It wasn’t something they had ever done before, it was usually 3 orgasms max and then they were done. In all honesty, she was a bit surprised that Max was able to take it. After the third one, she did notice the shaking and trembling in his abs.

“Max, you ok?” She whispered and ran her hands through his hair. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes shut.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

“You ok for a little bit more? You know the safe word, baby.”

“Mhm…” Max sounded so drowsy that she wasn’t exactly sure that he knew what he was saying. She pressed a sweet kiss to the top of his head while nudging him to get him to sit up. He did as he was told, sitting up with his head resting on the headboard. Her touches started off gentle, gentle kisses along his face moving to one’s down his neck and chest. He slowly woke up more and more as he could feel his cock beginning to grow harder once more. Her kisses went lower and lower until her lips touched his abdomen, using her teeth to nip at the thin skin. Max winced and gripped onto the sheets, watching her every move. He wondered if she would go to suck him off again, but knew that it was unlikely.

“Give me your hands, Max.” Her voice was demanding and not as soft as it had been before. Max obliged, putting out his hands and seeing how she reached for the ties that she had picked out before. She tied his wrists to the bed posts, not allowing him to touch her. Max put his head on the pillow and looked up at her, eyes widened in a mix of excitement and fear.

“What are you doing?” Max whispered softly, lifting his hips towards her to get more comfortable. She ran her hands over his abdomen, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hip bone. His breath hitched as he felt her hand wrap around his overly sensitive cock. His mind went blank with the simple touch, the feeling of pain melting away into pleasure. Every little touch of her hand was too much, he was already squirming under her.

“Sit still.” She hissed and used her other hand to keep his hips pinned to the bed. Max let out a frustrated whine and felt his body twitch. He didn’t know what he had planned for her. His voice was scratchy and about to completely just vanish as he choked out strangled and weak moans with each stroke.

“Too- ah- too sensitive.” Max arched his back, moaning and whining shamelessly. She was entertained by how he acted over a haphazard handjob.

“You know our system, Max. You can stop me if you want to. Color?” She let go of his cock and heard him groan.

“…green.” He whispered embarrassedly, trying to lift his hips and find her hand once more. She hummed and reached over to the vibrator, flicking it on to the lowest setting. His eyes widened but before he could even fully process what was happening, the toy was pressed against his tip. “Fuck!” Max thrashed his head to the side, his whole body spasming.

The vibrator buzzed around his tip, speeding up as she flicked it to the 2nd setting. He came once again, crying her name and feeling tears stream down his cheeks.

Eight down, two to go.

The overstimulation made his mind go completely blank. Her small hand wrapped around his cock, adding onto the stimulation. For some reason, seeing him writhe and sob was enough for her to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting. His moans got quieter and she looked up to see him with his jaw dropped, silent moans being all he could give. With a messy thrust of his hips, he came again.

“You didn’t even last a minute, Maxie.” She smiled and turned the vibrator off. He panted and eventually caught his breath and collected his thoughts.

Nine down, one more to go.

“Wait… how many times have I…?” Max panted out his question, chest heaving.

“Nine, baby.” She never kept track of the numbers unless she was doing it for something. That ended up being how Max figured out what was going on.

“You sneaky little bitch. I see what you’ve been doing.” Max hissed but she just laughed at him. He couldn’t hold back a little smile from hearing her laughter.

“Well, can you give me one more? Or are you just… done.” She teased, her fingers tracing loving shapes over his chest. Max looked up at him, admiring her every move.

“One more. May as well, right?” Max accepted what she was trying to do. She smiled and nodded.

“Just let me know if you change your mind.” She reassured him while moving on top of him. She watched as he tugged on the restraints, desperately trying to hold onto her hips or just touch her as she rubbed his tip over her entrance. Max was already pushing crescents into his palms, gasping.

With one quick movement, she dropped onto his cock. He filled her up perfectly and for a quick moment, she had forgotten to watch him. Max was writhing beneath her, back arched, eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped at the sight of him, so she decided to roll her hips against him. Max choked out a strangled moan, hips thrusting up.

“I’m not gonna last long..” Max warned her between sobs. She stroked his cheek and smiled.

“I don’t need you to last.” She whispered and started riding him, focusing on making him feel good. Max could barely even breathe from the pleasure that coursed through his whole body. He couldn’t handle it. His chest was heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Please-“ Max choked and bucked his hips again. He whined and continued trying to escape the restraints. “Let me hold you.” He begged and she bit her lip before nodding and removing the restraints from his wrists. Max immediately moved to hold onto her.

“Come on, handsome.” She smiled down at him and wiggled her hips. He clung to her as if she would leave the second he let go. His cock was twitching inside of her, begging for release. She knew his body as if it was her own. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh fuuuuck…” Max moaned out a curse and then a groan of her name following, cumming almost immediately from her words. He bucked his hips up, whole body twitching.

Ten down.

She pulled off of his cock and laid down next to him, humming and pulling him into her arms. She let him cling to her while he calmed down from his tenth orgasm.

“You did it, Max.” She smiled, tracing comforting patterns over his back. Max closed his eyes and buried his head into the crook of her neck.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” Max warned and she laughed as he moved impossibly closer to her. Whispering soft praises in his ear, she let him fall asleep in her arms.

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c0eu4 · 2 months

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I'm currently rewriting my fanfictions, the ones that appear in pink are the latest versions :)

I'm not writing driver x driver so everything you see below are always driver x reader !

All of these are fem!reader

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✰ INTRODUCTION | READ THIS FIRST PLS (it's better to understand :)

Carlos Sainz ⁵⁵

♡ BREAKFAST | She wakes up before Carlos to prepare breakfast but he's not going to eat food.

Charles Leclerc ¹⁶

DEPRESS GIRLFRIEND | Hurt/comfort | Charles comes back to his shared house after three weeks of intense race. But the thing he didn't expect is to find her girlfriend having a relapse.

♡ REAL ORGASM | Y/n confess to Charles that she doesn't know what true orgasm is. And he shows her what it is.

♡ DIRTY BOY | Y/n keeps bothering her boyfriend until he gives in and shows her how to be a good girl.

♡ MINE | One of y/n's friends was too close to her at a party and Charles makes it clear to her in the evening when they returns home.

Daniel Ricciardo ⁰³

WHAT HAPPENED? | Hurt/comfort | When Daniel found your suicide note.

Lando Norris ⁰⁴

♡ WELCOME HOME | He found Y/n in his hoodie, her favorite toy in her.

♡ TITS | part one - part two | Lando meets Y/n at a club and she asks him to sign her tits. A few days later, Lando is looking for her and they become friends. So she surprises him by coming to see him in Las Vegas.

Oscar Piastri ⁸¹

♡ OVERSTIMULATION | She wanted to try the roleplay but she can't take it anymore. He takes care of her after it.

CRASH | After the biggest crash of Oscar's life, Y/n go to see him at the hospital.

HARD WORK | After the biggest exam of her entire life, y/n found Oscar in front of her university, waiting for her.

♡ BABIES | Oscar is looking for y/n around the paddock but can't find her until he sees her with Lando's niece.

SECRET RELATIONSHIP | Oscar and Y/n are in a secret relationship, nobody knows about them. Until they're caught.

♡ MIRROR SEX | Y/n is a stressed student and Oscar helps her to take her stress away.

♡ CAUGHT | part one - part two | Y/n is the apple of Lando's eyes. He always protects her from everyone. Well, that's what he thought until he realized that she's not that innocent... Especially with his teammate.

SPA SESSION | Oscar is quietly at the spa and disturbed by Y/n.

VALENTINE'S DAY EVENING | McLaren had the wonderful idea of revealing the new car on Valentine's day evening.

MY PRINCESS | Y/n goes out and Oscar has to take care of their baby alone for the first time.

SPIDER | blurb | You just wanted to take a shower, but you're disturbed by a horrible spider.

Sebastian Vettel ⁰⁵

DON'T BE ASHAMED, SWEETIE | Hurt/comfort | your period has always been painful and Seb helps you to relax.

Landoscar ⁸¹ ⁰⁴

CUDDLES | blurb | Y/n and Landon always cuddle together, and Oscar starts to get jealous.

♡ WHO IS IT? | Oscar and Lando wonder who Y/n knows the best.

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tommydarlings · 6 months

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Scream! | s.v

pairing: dark!dom!rbr!seb x sub!reader

warnings: smut, dark, blowjob, dacryphilia, mentions of spit, gagging, hair pulling

w/c: 2.4k

summary: Running into somebody dressed up as ghostface at this Halloween party you were at was already scary enough, what was even scarier though, was the fact that your crazy ex boyfriend was hiding underneath the infamous mask.

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walking through the noisy house with your little, white dress and halo on your head, clearly representing an innocent angel as you pushed yourself through the other people that were dressed up for Halloween, was hard.

“God, where the hell is the kitchen,” you mumbled to yourself as your eyes scanned every room, quickly releasing a tiny gasp as you found it.

Slowly, you pushed through new people again, quickly refilling your glas before you turned around and bumped right into a wide, broad chest.

“Oh, s-sorry!” You loudly apologised over the loud music, hoping that the person you just bumped into heard you. But as you looked up and noticed who you actually bumped into, you gulped with wide eyes.

You bumped into your dear, ex — Sebastian, who was now standing proudly in front of you with his infamous grin, wearing a black pants and no t-shirt…ghostface mask that he previously had on his face, now him his hand.

“Y/n!” He spoke loudly with an evil grin, “Didn’t expect to see you here! C‘mere-”

“N-No, go away,” you nervously shook your head as tears immediately entered your eyes, hands trembling next to your hips as you avoided eye contact with the man who hurt you so many times in the past.

Sebastian frowned, slowly pulling his arms away from you, harshly squeezing his ghostface mask as he noticed your weird discomfort, “but why?” He smiled down at you, biting his lip as his smile slowly fell, “You do know that I always just wanted to protect you, right?” The German whispered as he walked closer to you.

You briefly glanced up at him as you backed away but you didn’t came far, you immediately hit the hard counter as you raised your arms and tried to cover yourself as much as possible.

You felt so naked and uncomfortable as his dark eyes stared down at you with an emotion you couldn’t name.

Your ex boyfriend frowned again and shook his head, “Oh no, no, no, angel,” you hated when he called you that, forcing fresh tears down your face as the young redbull driver called you the nickname he always used to call you, “don’t hide from me, liebling… you never have to hide from me,” he mumbled as brushed some hair out of your face.

You usually you would think that those words are very sweet and reassuring, now they just scare you, making your body tremble as you gazed down at his mask.

Of course he would dress up as ghostface.

Sebastian noticed the curious gaze you had on his mask, “You like it?” He asked with a smile before he put the mask on his face, leaning forward and caging you in between his muscular arms, giving you no option to leave him now.

You were trapped by your crazy ex boyfriend who was dressed up as a famous serial killer, something you definitely didn’t expect to happen today.

You turned your head to the side, gulping and taking deep breaths as he let his nose run along your temple, taking a deep breath now as well.

“Are you scared, liebling?” Sebastian muttered in a deep and intimating tone while his hands were slowly creeping closer to your hips, “Oh you’re so scared, aren’t you little one?” He tilted his head to the side, mask still covering his face, “I can smell your fear through my mask,” your ex chuckled as if this is all just a silly game.

Probably that’s exactly what it is to him, but definitely not to you.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on your cheek, so gently that you though that he was almost worried of breaking you if he touched you with his rough hands, “You were always a scared little bunny, weren’t you? Or should I say… angel,” the German whispered, probably wearing a sick smile under his mask.

You gulped, desperately trying to blink your tears away as you still avoided eye contact with him, “I think y-you should l-leave-”

“I think that you’ve got no allowance to tell me what to do, hmm? Wasn’t it always like that, angel — can’t you remember anymore y/n baby?” He mumbled beneath his scary mask in a hush tone as he wiped some of your tears away, suddenly grabbing your wrist with his other hand, swiftly leading you out of the kitchen.

You stumbled over your own feet as he quickly dragged you through the busy and noisy house, more tears shooting into your eyes as he walked towards a big wooden door.

Quickly, you realised that you were standing in front of the cellar.

“S-Sebastian, what-” you gasped as he opened the door and led the two of you down the stairs, quickly entering the dark and scary looking cellar with you, only briefly turning around to lock the door behind him after he pushed you towards the hard and cold concrete wall, making your body shiver as he positioned himself in front of you.

Your hands were shaking, so were your legs as he looked down at your trembling body, mask back in his hand again.

“What d-do you want, s-sebastian? We can t-talk about a-anything, really!” You immediately spoke up, backing yourself up even more against the wall since you really didn’t wanted to be close to him at the moment.

He chuckled down at you, squeezing his mask again before he sighed and licked his lips, “Talk? I’ve told you so many times in the past that I love you — and every damn time you just started crying-”

“B-Because you were t-threatening-”

“You shut the fuck up when I’m talking, got it?” He harshly spat at you in a much louder and rougher tone, slamming you by your shoulders against the cold wall, making you hiss before you turned your face away from him and softly cried.

He furrowed his brows a bit, “Don’t cry right now, angel,” he mumbled deeply, thumbs caressing your naked shoulders as he stared at your fluffy halo, “You look so pretty when you cry but I don’t want to see you in pain, okay?” He nodded along his words as he let his hands glide down your upper arms.

You sniffled, wiping some of your tears away as you looked down at the floor, “Fucking hell,” he murmured under his breath to himself, “you really do look absolutely gorgeous when you cry, little angel,” he bit his lip, trying to hide a smile but failing miserably.

He removed his gaze from your face and looked up at your halo, softly touching it with the tip of his finger while his other hand played with the strap of your white dress,

“Has anyone already told you that this costume looks magnificent on you?” The German redbull driver asked you with a wide smile, fingers slowly pulling the thin straps off of your shoulder.

You only gulped, staring back up at him again as your shaking hands reached up to pull the straps back up but he shook his head with furrowed brows and dark eyes, “No, no, no — don’t do this… you look way better without it, I know you do,” he whispered in a hush tone, ghostface mask now laying on the cold floor next to the two of you.

This time, you shook your head, “I-I think that I d-don’t want this r-right now sebastian,” you cried in a pathetic tone, voice barely able to be heard since you were talking so quietly as you still tried to push his wrists away but Sebastian was faster and stronger.

In a fast motion, he removed his black belt and wrapped it tightly around your wrists, forcing a loud hiss out of you before he wrapped his hand around your throat while the other one was already pulling your angelic dress entirely off of your body.

You felt so cold and helpless, something you often felt back then when you were still with Sebastian.

Then he decided to play with the straps of your bra, palms now placed onto your shoulders before he quickly bend down and picked the ghostface mask back up, slowly placing it on his face again.

Sebastian tilted his head slightly to the side, hands on your shoulders again, thumbs running along the straps of the only thing that is luckily still covering your chest as you looked down at the floor in pure fear.

Suddenly, without a word… Sebastian forced you onto your knees, one hand leaving your body while the other one was now being placed onto your head, forcing you to stay down.

Swiftly, he unbuttoned his black pants, freeing his hard cock and stroking it as he stared down at you with his scary looking ghostface mask, making you shiver even more.

You sniffled again, “S-Sebastian… you don’t k-know what you’re d-doing, please!” You wiped some of your own tears away as you begged your ex to just let you go but definitely that wasn’t his plan as he pulled your by your hair even closer to his dick, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh I know exactly what I am doing, kleines,” little one, he mumbled in a deep tone under his mask as he bushed your plastic halo a bit further away to get a better grip on your hair, “Trust me,” he finished his intimidating statement before he spoke up again,

“Open up or I’ll drag you up those stairs and show everybody up there that you’re actually a little devil and not an innocent little angel,” he threatened you as he pulled on your hair again after, briefly fixing your halo.

You gulped and whined before you very carefully and slowly opened your mouth, immediately gagging and squeezing your eyes shut as he shoved his big dick down your throat, not giving you any kind of warning.

The German threw his head back and groaned through the mask, chuckling as he heard your gagging noises, “Just Like that, god,” he mumbled deeply under his breath,

“forgot how good that tiny throat of yours can suck cock,” he said as he continued forcing himself down your throat, chuckling or laughing each time you loudly gag.

You wanted to place your palms onto his thighs for leverage every time your nose hit his abdominal, but you realised that you couldn’t since he tied your hands together with his black leather belt, squeezing the tears out of your eyes before you gazed up at him as you realised that you could do absolutely nothing right now.

Sebastian loudly moaned as he looked down at you through his ghostface mask, putting both hands on your face now, thumb wiping some of your tears away as he guided your head by your wet, cold cheeks,

“You look so pretty, fucking hell, angel,” Sebastian chuckled before he groaned, “don’t try to hide those noises — wanna hear how badly you choke on my cock, you understand me?” he nodded along his words.

You only squeezed your eyes shut and loudly whined before another gag was forced out of your again as he shoved his cock down your already sore throat, “P-Please, sebastian, p-please,” you helplessly whined as he stuffed your mouth with his big dick.

“Awww, poor baby can’t even form a proper sentence, huh?” Sebastian chuckled through the mask, “Why not, hmm? Is she to busy gagging on my dick like a little slut, yeah?” He asked you in a teasing tone, one palm guiding your head again while the other one collected some of the spit that was dribbling down your chin.

“We don’t want that to go to waste, now do we?” Your ex boyfriend mumbled in a hush tone before he briefly removed himself from your mouth, only giving you a few seconds to breath before he quickly smeared the handful of spit all over your mouth, cheeks and nose, quickly stuffing your mouth with his cock again after he coated you in your spit and ruined your angelic makeup.

Sebastian threw his head back again, raising his hand to brush some of your tears and spit covered strands of hair out of your face, looking down at you again, “I don’t know about you but I actually don’t think that you look like an angel anymore — and you also for sure are not acting like one, liebling,” he chuckled as if all of this is just a joke to him as you focused yourself on breathing through the nose since he didn’t stop forcing his big cock down your throat for one second.

Sebastian noticed how you desperately tried to breath through your nose, tilting his head to the side before he slowly brought his hands down to your nose, shutting entirely your air supply off by squeezing your nostrils together, making you scream on his cock,

“Yeah, scream for me little angel, scream!” 'Ghostface' laughed as tears ran down your cheeks and landed on his wrist.

Sebastian slowly removed his hand from your nose and let you breath again before he forced your back against the wall, fingers playing with the halo that’s sitting on top of your head as he balanced himself onto the cold concrete wall by his other hand, loudly groaning and moaning as he let his head fall forward.

“My god, angel,” he groaned loudly in a deep and raspy tone, mask slightly sliding forward, “knew that sooner or later I’m gonna be able to get you on your fucking knees for me again,” he shook his head and chuckled wickedly.

You only continued gagging and crying as you stared up at his mask, bounded wrists laying helplessly in your lap as you squeezed your fingers together.

“Fucking shit, don’t stop — I‘m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he whispered in a hush tone as he roughly placed his big hand onto the back of your head, forcing himself down your throat even more as he came with a deep groan and moan, briefly slamming his other hand against the wall with a loud thud, making you jump a bit.

Suddenly, he quickly threw the mask off of his face and pulled you up by your upper arm, forcing you by your jaw to look up at him, blue eyes now darkly staring down at you as his hand squeezed your wet cheeks together.

“Tears, spit and cum… my favourite combination,” he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs while you gasped for air and whined as he cupped your messy cheeks, “I love you,” he suddenly told you with raised brows,

“I love you so much and I’ll make sure that you will feel the same,” he slowly nodded along his words as he adjusted the halo on top of your head with a smile on his face, “I mean… c'mon y/n baby, don’t you wanna be in the sequel with me?”

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dreamauri · 8 months

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♪ — 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 dark! rbr! sebastian vettel x fem! reader (dark / yandere + smut) “. . . your life and heart no longer belong to you. sebastian plucks you out and makes sure your love is his and only his”

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"you're mine, you."

your were finally able to pry your eyes open. your hazy vision did not give you much information. you could see the warm lights from the lampposts come and go as the boy carried you on back, walking with you through the night.

you could hear his words and sentences, you can feel the vibrations from his back as he hummed a song yet you couldn't make out the lyrics. you couldn't move your limp body or arms, nor open your mouth to speak. just a bag of bones being carried around.

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"Stop fighting me." He raised his voice, gripping your bicep tightly and harshly. Hiccups and quiet cries left your mouth as you dropped to the floor trying to resist.

"Stop it, Y/N!" "No!" You wriggled and fussed, trying to free yourself from the German, unsuccessful as all your other tantrums have been.

"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." You breathed heavily, looking up into the blue eyes you hate so much.

"You’re going to regret saying that, Y/N." He warned. This was probably when you should’ve stopped. You wouldn’t want to cross the line, especially with such an unpredictable man like Sebastian Vettel.

"I do not. I hate you. You’re the worst driver in history! I wish I never met you. I wish I’d stayed with Mark, who’s much more of a man than you—" Your words got caught in your tongue from the loud slap. You shook it off, feeling your cheek start to sting as you glared up at him.

Fresh hot tears pooled in your eyes as he forced you from your chin to look up at him. "You belong to me, Y/N." He indented his words to try and get the words in your head. "Mark my words you will regret even thinking of using your pretty tongue and lips, that belong to me, to say any other wretched beings name!"

And like it was nothing, he tossed you on the floor. You tried to catch him before he exited the hell hole of a room, only to trip on your cuffed ankles and miss the opportunity. Laying on the cold floor, you looked up at the small high window, indicating you were underground in the basement.

"Let me go." You cried, crawling and sitting against the door, hugging your knees. "I will never free you. You’re here with me to stay!" You heard him shout. The tears finally trailed down your cheeks as you sat and waited and waited and waited.

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A loud gasp left your mouth as you watched your former co-worker's body be dumped on the floor. It wasn't the most pleasant surprise to receive in the middle of the night, especially with Mark's bare skin all bruised up and bleeding.

His name fell on your lips several times as you tripped and crawled to his side, pulling his pattered and purple body into your arms. He was cold and barely breathing.

"Aww, look at you." You winced upon seeing Sebastian walk into the room, red crowbar in hand. You flinched at the loud slam of the door, panic starting to set in with each step forth the shirtless man took. His chest and sweatpants splattered with the blood on the Australian man. You tried to pull Mark and yourself away, but the Australian was too heavy for you.

You held Mark tightly to your chest only for him to be ripped from your embrace. Sebastian flipped the crowbar in his hand before slamming it down on Mark's back.

A shrill scream left your lips as you saw the red piece of metal clyde with Mark's chest, emitting a bone crushing sound. "Stop! Stop! Please stop." Tripping on your legs, you hugged Sebastian’s thigh, trying to pull him away or hold him back.You flinched and cried with each swing.

Pushing yourself to stand up, you hugged Sebastian's chest, standing in between him and his teammate. "I'll be a good girl!" You gave in, anything to make him stop. "I'll be a good girl. I'll be here everyday waiting for you. I'll hug and kiss you and—" you gulped deeply. "and have sex with you, whenever you want. All the time!" you promised.

". . . Any time?" You nodded quickly, looking fearfully into his dark eyes. "Any time. Just don't hurt anyone. Promise me you won't hurt anyone." "And why would I do that?" "B—because I'm yours." You wiped your tears. Sebastian could only smile, tilting his head as he looked at you. "I'm all yours. You have me." You begged.

"So," he put his hand on your back pulling you in his chest, that sickening smile covering his face as he leaned down, licking up the side of your neck to your ear. "If I were to undress you and fuck you on the floor, right now. . ." he waited for you to answer or react.

You gulped, taking in a deep shaky breath as you felt your heartbeat patter and thump in your chest. And with no hesitation and shaky legs, you quickly unclasped your bra, throwing it away and pulling your panties to fall down at your legs. "No, Y/N.” You ignored Mark, closing your eyes.

And with all the strength you could muster, you held Sebastian's neck, pulling him down into a rough kiss. You could feel his smirk on your lips and the bulge in his pants pressing in your stomach. Sebastian felt himself grow stronger as he pressed you to the floor, his fingers digging in your core and lips biting on your skin. You tried to hold your body still. You felt no pleasure.

His fingering was rough and his bites were so aggressive he could almost draw blood. "Stop it, you're hurting her." the barley conscious man a few feet away tried to interject only to receive a kick to his ribs.

"Are you jealous?" Sebastian haunted. You felt yourself whimper as the German gripped your hips, getting on his knees. And with one thrust, your scream filled the room, body catching fire. "Shhhh." Sebastian covered your mouth with his palm, an eager smile on his face as he began moving, feeling like heaven was served to him on a plate.

You didn't know how much longer it was, but you were cross eyed, tongue sticking out, moaning and heaving, all bruised over with hickeys and love bites. Sebastian was gently singing in your ear with his forearms leaning on either side of your head, pressing soft and gentle kisses to your neck, opposite to his earlier demeanour.

He must've let out all your negative energy now that he’s handling you so gently and lovingly. His thumb trailing down your skin from the flesh of your stomach to your clit. The slightest touch had you bucking your hips and arching your back, grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Oh you like that?" He whispered in your ear, starting to rub circles and lines. "You're close, I can feel you, Meine Liebe." [my love] with a gasp and a whimper, you felt your coil break and the blonde's thrusts slow to a halt. Must've not been your first orgasm if it hurt.

"Love me strong or sweetly. I need you night and day." He sang quietly as he pulled out, standing up and pulling his sweatpants up. "arm in arm," he hoisted your tired and curled body bride style. "Hand in hand. We will be found together." Seb kissed your cheek gently, walking atop of Mark's, now dead body, as he carried you out of the room. "Arm in arm, lips to lips. we're chained and long together . . . I own you."

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You sat on the counter, watching Sebastian cook breakfast over the stove. It's been months now. And he's been singing the same song, driving you nuts. "I don't need to buy love. you're a slave to my love." He chuckled as he flipped the pancakes, turning to you with a smile. "Sing with me, Y/N."

you gave him a small smile, shaking your head with a small giggle. 'Just play along. play along.' you thought over and over. "In every way, you're mine."

You grew used to his gentle yet dark eyes. Sleeping beside him was no longer tough if you just let him. He's not going to hurt you, you learned. He's too obsessed with you, too in love. too busy worshipping you.

Showering wasn't hard if you ignored his hungry stares or roaming hands. eating felt like dying because the food, yet delicious, was made by the hands that drained the blood from your co-worker’s and friend's corpse to teach you a lesson. His mouth felt like fire when it touched you, and if only you really were on fire to rid yourself of the skin he touched and ruined.

You spend your days with him, pretending to be happy. Being hand fed and carried around. Being spoiled with gifts didn't make you as happy as you wished it would. The princess treatment felt like hell.

But you had to learn to love it. You had to learn to live like this. This was your life now after all. "Arm in arm, hand in hand. We will be found together. Heart to heart, lips to lips. We're chained and long together." You and Sebastian sang together.

You eyed his bare back gritting your teeth, watching the man that had turned your life miserable pour pancake mix onto the pan. red, was what you saw and blood fell from your angry eyes.

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"Augh, dang it. I forgot to get towels." Sebastian sighed as he looked around the steamy bathroom. He turned back to see your shaking boy sitting in the tub, waiting.

"Stay right there, I'll be—" the blond leaned down, kissing you gently. "I'll be right back." He promised with a smile that you returned before he left. As soon as the door shut behind him, your smile dropped and body shaking stopped.

And with the courage you've built up, you disappeared.

"Schatz?" [darling] Sebastian looked around the bathroom confused, holding the towel he promised you.

"Schatz? Y/N?" He called through the house, stepping down the stairs holding up the towel around his waist. He was starting to get worried, jogging around and searching frantically.

"Y/N? My love?" He called louder and louder, going through each door, room and closet, the panic of losing you starting to set in as cold seat trailed down his skin and forehead. "Nein nein nein! Nein, Y/N! O GOTT, NEIN." [no no no. no, y/n. oh god no] he cussed and cussed as he started to heave.

Running and re-checking every spot in the house, Sebastian gripped on his hair, feeling tears beginning to pool in his eyes, already missing and needing the feeling of your skin on his.

prick, he felt the needle slide in his neck.

And within seconds his body collapsed on the floor. He felt someone turn him over with their foot, and when he was finally rolled on his back to see his assailant, he saw you, gently kneeling down and sitting on his chest.

"I, own you." You sang gently, throwing the needle aside as you gently wiped your warden's hair off his beautiful eyes and sweat from his forehead. "I don't need to buy love. You're a slave to my love." you raised the kitchen knife above your head, gripping it tightly with both your hands. "In every way you're mine." you ended the song.

"Y/N—" he hiccup, tears trailing down his eyes and temple, looking up at his inevitable fate. "Please, Y/N—"

Plorkk!

you hated that your name was the last thing on his lips. Blood spurted on your face as you watched the boy beneath you choke and heave on his own blood.

When that was finally over, you pushed yourself up on your feet, dragging yourself a few good steps away from the fresh German corpse. Tears mixed with the blood on your face as you processed the events. Laughs turned into sobs as you fell on your side, hugging your bare body, curling in on yourself.

What have you done?

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vettelsvee · 16 days

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WELCOME TO MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT (LITTLE MIX'S VERSION)

a formula 1 short stories compilation about my favourite drivers based on each little mix song

my tortured drivers department masterlist

IMPORTANT INFO YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW!

this compilation will include short stories about sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, oscar piastri, mick schumacher, lando norris, george russell, carlos sainz, max verstappen and charles leclerc.

these works will be driver x reader or driver x fem!oc, and will contain smau, first and third pov, smut and au, mostly. however, i'm open to any topic!

we will be doing an album every week or every two weeks. to choose each album, i'll post a first poll about a certain artist, and then i'll post another poll asking you exactly which album do you want me to post about. ¡! each poll will have de duration of 24 hours, which means we'll need two days to choose an album

i'll try to post as much as i can. however, i'm a uni student and my schedule can change a lot. for this reason, i apologize in advance. also, english is not my first language, so there can be mistakes (feel free to let me know about them!)

taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! just let me know in the comments of this post or each artists post!

DNA

SALUTE

GET WEIRD

GLORY DAYS

LM5

CONFETTI

BETWEEN US

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alexiavettel · 1 year

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chapter one

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, some business stuff, shitty father, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me) eventual smut, use of Y/N and will be a miniserie

summary: Your father, Lawrence Stroll, and basically your boss have a good opportunity of linking Aston Martin with Ferrari’s stocks. But for that Binotto demanded that you, first driver of your dad’s formula one team, with your impeccable reputation start a fake relationship with the Ferrari’s golden boy Charles Leclerc. Which happens to have a not so good popularity, publicly cheating on with his ex girlfriend plenty of times and being a complete asshole with his ex teammate, Sebastian Vettel, who now is your teammate.

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

(Y/n) Stroll POV:

No. I’m definitely not doing this.

“Dad no. I would rather die than pretending to be in love with that bastard!” I said after waiting for dad to finish telling me the worst thing I ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Sweetie I know it’s a shitty thing to ask for, but I need your help okay? You want to keep your seat in formula 1, don’t you kitten?”

“Yeah, of course I do!”

“You’re such a great driver and we worked really hard on your reputation, to keep it untouchable. I helped you a lot through your career and I hope you can help me now. Use your brain, sweetheart… Would be good for our business, our team, your career, everything!” Lawrence leans forward and put an arm around my shoulders, speaking in low volume.

“Can I just have a moment to at least think about it?” I shrugged finding a way out of his arm.

“Sure, just think wisely…” he reassured and leave me alone on his meeting room.

This isn’t the first time something like this happens, my father ALWAYS use his power over me. How he can easily take my seat away from me, take me out of the team and make my career a little bit harder than already is.

I’m not dumb, I know I deserve my seat. Obviously, I got into f1 rather faster than the others, because Stroll’s influence (and money) but I do deserve my seat. Ever since I got into the championships (F3, F2 and F1) I got the spotlight right in my face being the only woman on the grid only because “my daddy’s money”. But when I, as a rookie in Renault, got my first points only in the third race weekend getting a P8 everyone was looking at me a little bit different.

I had secretly received two emails showing interest on me: one from Mercedes to assume their second drivers seat in 2024 after Lewis supposed retirement and one from McLaren for 2023 after Daniel Ricciardo showing an interest to leave the constructor.

So yes, I do have a plan B. But I still need a seat to end this season. The best would be wait till the end of this year, and see what to do next. And what is dating the worst person that I ever met compared to the dream I have since I was 5.

The hate for Charles is old. More specifically since 2017 when we were teammates for prema for the Formula 2 championship. We didn’t like each other, almost everybody knew it because he made it very clear in all his interviews.

“(Y/n)! It’s lovely to see you again, congrats for the amazing win today! Even with today’s win Leclerc still a few points ahead of you in the championship, what you have to say about it?”

“Hm, thank you. Was it really an amazing race today, feeling good to have the opportunity to show myself a bit more this weekend. But yeah, I believe he’s these points ahead because Markelov crashed into me in Hungary and I lost engine last race”.

“But you both leading the championship it’s not good for prema?” The woman asked me while turning her head a little confused.

“Oh it is, but I would like to win the championship as much as Leclerc. It’s only a friendly competition between us” I just said smiling even tho my throat burned to say those words.

Charles Leclerc POV:

“Hi Charles awesome race, you did an amazing job today! But (Y/n) managed to overtake you in the very first laps, how do you fell about it?” Really? I haven’t noticed before…

“Well she’s a good driver but to be honest my car wasn’t feeling really great today so that’s probably one of the reasons she overtook me so easily” That’s true? No. Do I care? Also no.

“Okay, hm you surely want to win the championship but how you plan to do so with your teammate, and probably friend, chasing you only some points behind?”

“We are just teammates, okay? Not friends or anything. And I’m planning to give all of me in the next races and fight very bravery for the championship, no matter what is in the way” Or no matter who is in the way…

(Y/n) Stroll POV:

Was always like that… Me holding back my words and Leclerc almost writing in his forehead with a neon marker his hate towards me.

We grew up very far from each other, well until my dear dad decided to move to UK and we started karting together throughout Europe.

“But (Y/n) that was just a rivalry, don’t be dramatic” I heard that too many times. It’s not “just a rivalry” when your rival pushes you off the track making you brake some bones, or when he invents lies to your father yell at you in front of everyone before a tournament or worst when he treats your teammate like shit and still thinking that he is a god!

He is so damn stubborn and egocentric, he thinks he’s the best in everything. Paddle? Swimming? Skiing? Learning languages? (okay in this case he will never beat me and he knows it) Singing? Dancing? He thinks he nails it, even if he looks like a lizard doing everything.

But at driving… he always knew that I was at his level maybe even a little bit better than him. A competition to him, someone who didn’t get immediately on their knees in his first appearance, who his older brother always liked and especially someone who never cheer him up every time he wins.

But well it’s for my seat anyways so I texted my dad that I was up for it on my way home. If we really are going to do this it’s gotta be only after tomorrow, I’m really tired and with all this bullshit I’m even more.

•

“WITH HER?” I heard in the exact moment I walked into the conference room.

“Charles… It’s the deal. You alright signed” Lorenzo, his dear brother and manager, said to him. “I told you to read it before tho”

“Well I trust my team so I didn’t think they would do such a shitty thing like this”

“Shut up Leclerc you think I’m happy about it?” I said while going to a hug with Lorenzo “How you still have patience after all this time Lo?”

“Too many years, hun”

“Kitten, Binotto is already on his way. Why don’t you have a sit?” my father said and Charles held his laugh at the nickname so I discretely fixed my hair with my middle finger.

“Good morning guys, pleasure to see you all here today” the old man’s voice with a thick italian accent which could be recognised everywhere in the paddock entered the room.

“Binotto what the actual-“

“Sir can you please explain to Charles why this deal was created” Lorenzo interrupted his brother almost immediately.

“Exactly because of that… Your brother is a amazing driver but too hot headed, don’t know when to say the things, when to lie and etc. But with (Y/n) it’s different since everybody loves her, the media specifically which is the most important…”

“So it would be good to the both sides if you guys faked a relationship! Our companies somehow together, and your reputation so much better!” dad completed for the Ferrari’s team principal.

Watching Leclerc slowly and visibly dying inside can enter the list of favorite moments right now.

“Can we speak about it alone?” Charles said after almost a entire minute in silence.

“A-Ah sure” this caught everyone surprised.

“If you’re okay with that (Y/n)…” Lorenzo said getting up.

“Sure…” you will not surprise me Leclerc, I know you very well. He probably just gonna try to persuade me to forget about this as his last hope.

“Why’d you accept it?” was the first thing he said after everybody left.

“It’s good for the company” keep it short (Y/n).

“How your old man convinced you?”

“Doesn’t matter, but you know what does? We already accept and signed it and you are not going to change my mind”

“You must be really desperate to date me then huh?”

“You must be really desperate to save your shitty reputation to sign a contract without reading at least two lines of it”

“You don’t know shit about it!” Okay, there it is…

Stage one of mad Leclerc: starting to get pissed off.

“Ow don’t I? Your team accepted the very first offer they received to try to get your reputation better, even if that meant a partnership with a smaller company and basically selling you! Just because you can’t keep your shits down and keep losing sponsors” I am fucking good about getting him mad.

“You might be right about it but you accepting it just can mean one thing: you’re obsessed with me and this is the only chance you have to get at least a little closer to me or your family company it’s broking”

Stage two: teasing Leclerc (my least favourite).

“You have such a big head and still with a small brain! Maybe have crossed your mind that these are neither of my reasons?”

“So why you don’t tell me? It’s not like you having to choose this deal is my fault”

Stage three: trying to gaslighting.

“It’s not your fucking business”

“Always so foul-mouthed for what? For keeping everything that happens inside of yourself to anyone have any possibility of truly liking you?”

Stage four: pretend to be my therapist but just insults me.

“Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I just don’t like you and want you the farthest way possible of me? So that’s might be the reason I don’t tell you anything?”

“Oh shut up you’re just so stubborn and a fumier and a folle and stupide you think you’re the best even if you’re just an afraid little girl” if I didn’t know him for such a long time I wouldn’t understand what he is talking about because of the strong accent.

Stage five: multiple languages, strong accent and pouting like a kid.

“You’re over?” God he makes me sick… “Guys you can come in” I open the door and say a little louder so they can hear from the waiting room.

“So the deal still up?” My dad asked a little taken back.

“Sure” we said in unison.

“Nice! Since you both already signed the contract your respective pr managers already know about it. Now you guys just have be civil, determine rules between you two but remember: you NEED to look like a real couple and keep this deal down, the least amount of people knowing the better”

Welcome to hell.

•

“CAN YOU BELIEVE IT DEREK?” I screamed at my pt while running on the treadmill.

“Okay, so your dad got mad with you because you let Leclerc scream at you? How does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t! That’s the whole point! I’m so tired of his shit…”

“Take it easy it just needs to last to the end of this year, you can do it!”

“The season didn’t even started yet! Basically one year of this bullshit”

“Well, at least you got summer break…”

“I might have a break from my dad but not Leclerc. Or do you thing girlfriend and boyfriend, ew, spend their summers away from each other!”

“Yeah, you’re fucked” he tried to smile sympathetically.

“God I wish someday I’ll be just like you mate, married to an incredibly hot woman and got a cute little son running around and working for a amazing person”

“You were being too cute to be true… How do you manage to pass through a door with that big ego my girl? Don’t know how I still work for you”

“I pay well plus you love me” I said smiling after drinking water.

“Yeah you’re right-“

“WAIT YOU FINALLY SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’”

“No I didn’t-“

“In a weird way but you did, admit it!”

•

“We need to set some rules if we are actually doing this shit” I said seating before Charles disgusting Leclerc.

“You are calling our relationship ’shit’? This is it! I wanna break up”

“Stop being dramatic” this was actually funny what the hell?

“Just joking sweetheart”

“First we need to know what to call each other. I hate princess and kitty”

“Ew why would someone call their girl kitty? That’s not a weird name for pussy?”

“That’s one of the reasons I hate it”

“Unlike some people I love to be called by prince or king” he said moving back an imaginary long hair.

“I’m definitely not doing this” I might actually throw up. “Just say what you hate and I’ll try to avoid”

“Nothing particular maybe just mon loup. It makes me feel like I’m Toto Wolff”

“Okay the backstory Lorenzo and Liv (my pr manager) already created-“

“Wait they did?” He interrupted me.

“Yeah it’s basically our normal story, how we met and our ‘little fights’ all the same shit. The only thing it changed is that we fell in love with each other during the winter break”

“So it’s kind true isn’t it? You fell in love with me during the winter break but that was in 2016”

“Can you just shut down your ego for two seconds, please? We both know that would never happen”

“Yeah sure keep lying to yourself babe”

“Second rule: nothing of unnecessary PDA. Third: don’t get our careers involved”

“It’s exactly because of our careers we are in this situation-”

“I mean whatever comes out of this deal should not affect our careers.

Forth: don’t get yourself in trouble! We receive a lot of shitty questions and your dumb brain answers all of them the way the media want to just ruin you. You’re not doing this, not when we are ‘dating’, you heard me?”

“So what? Are you going to control me?”

“I intend to. We gonna do a plenty of press together so I will interrupt you every time I think it’s necessary”

“Fifth: not seeing other people while we are doing this…” okay that caught me off guard.

“Well you are the not so loyal one-“

“I didn’t cheated!”

“Ow so half the globe is blind and dumb?”

“WE WEREN’T DATING! When the photos came out we already had broken up for about 3 months”

“Yeah sure I don’t want to know the details of your love life. I just don’t wanna look like a dumb trophy girlfriend of a cheater. Sixth: you are not speaking shit to or about my teammate and my friends, my family is allowed but that just work for my father”

“You say like your dear teammate doesn’t know why we discussed so much… But okay. So that’s it? Can I go now?”

“Sure you can but don’t forget we have a ‘date’ tomorrow night” god that sounds so wrong and so gross at the same time.

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uluvjay · 5 months

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Hi can I get (for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.) with either Sebastian Vettel or Jenson button please 🙏

Dbf!Sebastian Vettel x fem! Reader ft. Jenson Button

Yk i couldn’t decide who i wanted to write this with so i chose both, i hope you don’t mind:)

Warnings?; SMUT, fingering, reader is the daughter of a retired driver! But no names are specified, age gap!(reader is in her twenties), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, kinda public? Everything happens in a car.

You weren’t expecting to see Jenson in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s two seater Ferrari when it pulled up to the curb of the restaurant.

You had been on a date gone wrong when you called your father’s best friend for a ride, none of your friends had answered and with your parents being out of town he was the last person you could think of.

“Um, seb where am I supposed to sit?” You questioned and your confusion only grew when Jenson opened the passenger door but never got out.

You were met with a smirk from the German as he kept quiet, but Jenson gave you the answer you were looking for as he patted his lap and spoke up.

“Got a perfect seat right here love” the Brit smiled at you.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you thought about it, it wouldn’t be the first time you sat on his lap however last time you were in Sebastian’s living room while the man was between your thighs and Jenson held you open for him.

“Come on honey, we haven’t got all night” Sebastian’s spoke, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You blushed as you took your spot on top of Jenson, your little dress doing nothing to put a barrier between you and his denim covered thighs.

You were tense and Jenson didn’t like it, he could feel you holding back your weight and not relaxing completely into him.

“Calm down love, it’s just us” Jenson whispered into your ear as one of his large hands began to run along your bare thigh.

A smile took over the Blondes face as he felt your body sink into his, releasing a sigh of contentment as he felt your warm body against his.

“So what happened on your date?” Sebastian questioned, one of his hands coming to rest on the thigh closest to him; Jenson’s still on the other.

“Uh, nothing he just wasn’t my type” you breathed shakily as you watched Jenson’s hand slowly move under the skirt of your dress.

“Hm, why’d you go out with him then?”

“W-what do you mean?” You stuttered as Sebastian’s hand joined his friends.

“You said he wasn’t your type, if you knew that why’d you go in the first place darling?” Jenson questioned in your ear, voice deep and accent thick.

“Bec-oh, because he was, shi-He was cute” you whined as Jenson’s hand began to rub you through the lace of your panties.

“Yeah? Why’d you end it early?” Sebastian quipped as his own hand came into contact with your folds, thanks to Jenson removing your panties.

You couldn’t reply, the feeling of his thick fingers teasing your entrance taking all of your concentration.

But Jenson wasn’t having it, “I think he asked you a question bunny” he spoke with a sharp swat to your thigh.

Swallowing thickly you did your best to reply to the Man beside you.

“H-he recognized my last n-name, ah!” you whimpered, hand gripping onto Sebastian’s wrist as two of his fingers entered your core.

“Let me guess he turned out to be an f1 fan and only asked about your dad?.” Jenson spoke.

“Mhm” you sobbed as both their fingers began to work you open, Sebastian’s scissoring inside you while Jenson shamelessly rubbed your clit.

You attempted to buck your hips but they were quickly pushed down by Jenson’s free hand, yearning him a whimper of annoyance.

“Don’t be a brat now Liebling, after all we did cut our dinner short to come and get you” Sebastian tutted, taking his eyes off the hardly filled road for a moment to look over at your breathtaking frame.

The skirt of your dress was pushed up and the panties you once wore were now resting on the floor of his overly expensive car, your pretty sounds getting louder as their fingers didn’t let up.

“Can feel her clenching my fingers so tight, our girls getting close” Sebastian spoke aloud, talking about you like you weren’t even there.

“Please, I-need it, please I’ll be good” you begged them, the pleasure from both of them so overwhelming.

“Oh you poor thing” Jenson said with a faux pout, his free hand coming up to hold you jaw, turning you head to connect your lips in a dirty kiss.

It was filthy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting against each other, and by the time you had pulled away you realized Sebastian was pulling into his private driveway.

And while you had expected them to let up they didn’t, in fact Sebastian sped up his movements as he felt you clenching hard around his fingers.

The sound of squelching from your cunt filled the small car. Sebastian’s fingers coming into contact with the sensitive spot inside you as his fingers continued to fuck you rigorously.

“Seb!-ngh, feels so good” you babbled, head thrown back against Jason’s shoulder as his fingers that had been abusing your clit applied more pressure to the small bud.

“Look so beautiful like this bunny, all spread open for us.” Sebastian cooed.

“Don’t stop please! I need it” you begged both men, your pathetic pleads going right into Jensons ear.

“Oh you need it huh? I’m not sure honey. Already had to leave our dinner because you got bored with some jerk, why should we give you anything else?” Jenson tutted behind you.

“No, no, please-Jenson please let me come, I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner” You sobbed as the heat in your lower stomach got stronger and stronger.

“Hmm, I guess we’ll accept your apology. Go on and come for us pretty girl.” Sebastian encouraged.

Their fingers worked together to get you over the edge, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your body shook.

Your thighs quivered as you soaked Sebastian’s fingers in your release, both men’s eyes gleaming with pride as they watched you come down from your high.

Jenson had slightly repositioned you so you could now face Sebastian, just in time to watch him slip his covered fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste of you.

A gasp came from you as Jenson ran his fingers through your folds so he could get his own taste of your release.

“Taste so good darling” he smiled down at you.

“Wanna taste?” Sebastian asked.

With a small nod you leaned forward expecting him to slip his fingers into your mouth, however one of his large hands wrapped around your throat and pulled your lips to his.

You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself, his tongue running along yours as your lips moved together.

“I think it’s time we take you inside and fuck you properly, what’d you think?”

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Summer Lovin’

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, a bit of tension and awkwardness, seb being number one bestie as always, alcohol and the consumption of, lance being a big softie, reader has an epiphany, some hints to smut, all around summer time fluff

Word Count: 4.8k

Author’s Note: I am back with another lance fic and yet again, it takes place between the Canadian GP and Silverstone lmao // idk what this is really, just go with it lmao

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Being the younger sibling had its benefits. You and Lance were able to live your own lives away from the pressure of being the older ones. Your sister, Annie was best friends with Chloe, Lance’s older sister; much like your mothers who were friends as well.

You and Lance weren't exactly friends, more like acquaintances who spend a lot of time together because your sisters and your mothers were friends. You two ended up spending a lot of time together not by choice, but by force.

Not that you minded, Lance was entertaining enough.

He also had the same mindset as you did.

As much as your older sisters love to live off mom and dad's money, jet setting around the world when things got boring, neither you nor Lance were into that sort of thing. There was no denying that growing up with money did help shape you both into who you were, it was abundantly clear that you had been privileged enough to live a good life.

Lance’s father helped to fund his karting career which led to Formula One.

Your parents gave you enough to get your program up and running; a charity which built learning centres for unfunded communities as well as a scholarship fund attached to the charity.

As much as you liked the security of having your parents there, you were both in your 20s now, it was time to branch out and away from your families and their money.

Everyone was in Montreal this weekend for the Canadian Grand Prix, today was qualifying. The two families, yours and the Strolls’ were in the Aston Martin garage.

You had joined your sister enough times to know how things worked. While Annie and Chloe spent time lunching and catching up, you were in the garage getting to understand how things worked and why they did what they did.

“There she is!” His voice echoed across the garage. You turn to see who it was, even though you were already 100% sure who it was before turning.

“Sebastian!” You smiled, walking over to his side of the garage to give him a hug. “Are you excited ?” You ask him, watching as the mechanics hooked something up to the car.

“Business as usual,” he tells you with a smile. “I like your shirt,” he teased, knowing he could always find you in the same one. A green Aston Martin shirt hung off your body, Vettel between your shoulders on the back with a 5 in the middle.

“You know you’re my favourite.” You smiled.

“Not Lance?” Seb nudged you to look at the man staring at you two. “Please, he knows who I’m really here for.” You say, making Seb laugh.

Seb’s hand rests on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Go on before he gets jealous,” he smiles.

“Yeah, okay.” You start walking back over to Lance’s side. “Good luck!” You call back to the German who flashes you a smile.

You find your way to a seat by the back corner of the garage, Lance comes over and drops his gloves on your lap. “Hello to you too,” you glance up at the man.

“What were you and Seb laughing about ?” He asks you, tucking his fireproof top into his race suit.

Your brows furrow, crossing one leg over the other. “Wouldn't you like to know?”

“I would, that’s exactly why I’m asking, y/n.” “Okay shut up smartass.”

Lance was going through his last minute checklist, trying to make sure everything was in check with the car and his engineers. “Are you going with your sister ?” You ask him.

“Where?” He looks over at you, plugging the wires together before pulling the race suit up.

You get up, fixing his collar for him. “London, they’re going during the break you have this week. They said they wanna spend some time there before Silverstone.”

He shrugs, “are you going ?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not,” he tells you, his brown eyes meeting yours. “Honestly, I want some time away. I rented a place on the lakes. I'm gonna head up on Monday.”

“That sounds nice,” you smile, tugging on the zipper of his race suit and letting it come up before fixing the strap on the top.

Lance smiles, nodding. “You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

“I couldn't impose on you like that. Plus I’m sure your friends wouldn’t want me going.” You turn to get his gloves off the chair behind you.

“Actually, it’s just me. I could use the company.”

You hand the gloves over to him, “okay. Sure, if you want me too.”

“I do,” he smiles, taking the gloves from you. “I’ll talk to you after though, I've gotta go.” He nods towards the car.

“Yeah, duh.” You give him a shove, laughing.

Some time away at a cottage sounded like a dream.

As much as you loved travelling the world, you weren't exactly one for the fancy dinners, expensive clothes or lavish nightclubs. Sometimes a week at home, in your sweats while eating bbq and having a beer was better.

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Race day has come and gone, it was now Monday morning and Lance was in your driveway, waiting for you to come out. You were lugging a bag over your shoulder and there’s a puppy on a leash behind you.

“Hi Milly!” Lance instantly bends down to pat the puppy’s side.

You knew how much Lance loved your dog, Amelia; he had been the one that convinced you to get a puppy and took you to adopt her.

Amelia was taken up with Lance, nuzzled into his hand as he rubbed along her brown fur. You toss your bag in the trunk, and go to get Milly’s leash to take her back inside.

“She’s not coming with us ?” Lance asks, glancing at you.

“No. I figured I'd leave her with my parents.”

“No you can’t do that,” he tells you, his hands resting on her face. “Look at this face, y/n.” He lifts Amelia up, “she’s too cute, she has to come with us.”

You sigh, “fine, but you can take her out in the middle of the night when she needs to use the bathroom.”

“Fine,” he smiles, kissing the top of the puppy’s head before walking around to get in the car. He hands Amelia over to you when you get in the car.

The drive from Montreal to Kawartha was about five and a half hours. Lance refused to let you drive but also told you not to backseat drive. You then reminded him that you can’t backseat drive if you’re next to him. It was about an hour more before you two got there and you changed the route in the GPS to Walmart.

Lance was more than confused when you two pulled into the store parking lot. “What are we doing here?” He pulls into a parking spot.

“Did you pack anything? Food? Water?”

Lance’s mouth forms an O, “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Exactly mr. rich boy, let’s go.” You get out after setting Amelia on the backseat. Lance left the windows rolled down enough for her to get air but not enough for her to jump out of the car.

Lance pulls a shopping cart from the row of them outside. “I can’t remember the last time I came to Walmart..” he pauses, “I don't think I've actually ever been to Walmart.”

“What?” You look over at him, shocked. “How have you not been to Walmart? I love this place.”

“You have all the money in the world at your disposal and Walmart is your favourite place?” He looks over at you and you nod, happily.

You pull him along with you to find what you need. Before you realize, the cart is full; water, bread, cereal, milk, hot dogs, chicken, any condiment you could think of, milk, some veggies, pasta, sauce, graham crackers and chocolate to make s'mores and some candles just in case. You two were wandering the store right now, walking through the aisles as you looked for nothing in particular.

There’s a box on the shelf that catches your eyes, “Lance!” You call, the man stopping and turning around to face you. “Look!” You show him the box in your hands, little ducky water wings.

“What are we gonna do with that?”

“Not for us,” you shake your head, showing him the puppy on the box. “For Milly!”

“Doesn’t Milly know how to swim?” “Yeah but she's just a baby, plus how frickin’ cute would she look?” You smile at him and Lance can’t say no to you for some reason, taking it from you and chucking it into the cart.

You were walking through the other aisle; board games. “We should get one,” you tell him, looking through the selection on the left. Lance hums, taking the right side.

“What about this?” He calls and you turn, a black box in his hand. Truth and Dare, shot edition.

“Perfect.”

The bill was less than you expected considering you felt like you bought the whole store. You two dropped the bags off at the car, checking on Amelia before heading over the LCBO across the parking lot.

If you were going to play truth or dare - shot edition, you were gonna need shots. Lance wandered through the aisles, you pushed the shopping cart this time. There’s a case of Corona in the cart already but you were looking for something you could do shots with.

“How about Hennessy ?” You picked up the bottle. Lance shrugs, “that burns.”

“As does all liquor, Lance.” You roll your eyes, setting the bottle in the cart.

Lance waves you off, walking to the other aisle. “I found it,” he calls and you round the corner to find him. A bottle of Clase Azul tequila in his hand.

“That’s $305. There’s no way I’m letting you buy a bottle of tequila for that much.”

“I have the cash,” he tells you, taking his wallet out of his pocket. “It’s not about the money, Lance.” You take the wallet from him and stuff it in your sweater pocket. “It’s illogical. Who spends $300 on tequila ?”

Lance rolls his eyes, setting the bottle back on the shelf. “Fine, what should we get?”

“Here,” you hand him a bottle of Casamigos. “Still tequila, way cheaper.”

“It’s $80!” “Better than $300!”

He gives in, setting the bottle in the cart as you push it to the cash register. Lance covered the liquor store bill because you paid at Walmart. The rest of the drive was fine, Lance drove again and Milly had jumped back onto your lap.

You still weren't sure why Lance chose to take his Aston Martin through cottage country but he was driving so who were you to complain ?

The cottage was fairly normal and fit in with the surrounding houses. It was two stories, a backyard with a fire pit and a dock that led onto the waters.

That afternoon, you two spent unpacking your stuff and hanging out. There wasn’t a big dinner, you just tossed a frozen pizza in the oven.

The next 3 days were spent relaxing, most of the days spent in the sun and the water. Hanging out on the dock until your wet skin dried and you got back in the water.

Amelia was loving all the space, running back and forth between the house and the dock.

Lance had even blown up the little floaty you bought for her and put it on her. It lasted all of 3 minutes, he snapped a few photos of her before she pawed at it until it popped.

You and Lance found out you had a lot in common.

Aside from your jet setting sisters, you both loved racing even though you didn’t actually race. He spent one week off searching for the best poutine spot in Montreal out of curiosity. You agreed with his finding but you had a difference when he said he liked the crinkle cut fries and not the straight ones.

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It was Friday around lunch. You hadn't woken up all that long ago and you were about to take Amelia out for a walk when Lance came downstairs. “Headed out?” He asks, pouring some orange juice into a glass.

You bend down to put her leash on. “Taking Milly for a walk.”

Lance downs the orange juice and sets the glass in the sink. “I’ll join you.”

He lets you step out first, the two of you headed down the pathway between the houses. Amelia is pulling on her leash and you unclip it, letting her run ahead for a bit. You and Lance are taking your time, walking and chatting and it was a while before you realize that she wasn’t in front of you.

“Milly!” You shout, looking around. “Milly! Where are you?!”

Lance glances around before speaking. “I’ll go this way, you go that way.”

“This sounds like a horror movie but okay.” You give him a look before walking through the trees to your right.

The woods were eerily quiet, you couldn't even hear Amelia barking. You stepped over a twig, the thing snapping under your foot. You had the feeling that someone was behind you but that was impossible, Lance was on the other side and you two hadn’t seen anyone else out there.

“Milly!” You shout once more, peeking around a tree for her.

There’s a snapping noise coming from behind you and you knew it wasn’t coming from you because you look down and there’s nothing under your foot.

You turn around and there’s no one behind you, maybe it was a squirrel or something. You go to turn back around and a hand grabs your shoulder before you turn all the way, you let out a scream and smack whatever or whoever was in front of you.

The man laughs, his eyes crinkled as he looks at you. “Lance! What the hell!” You smack his arm, your hand resting on your chest as you catch your breath.

He smiles, “sorry! I had too.” He tells you with Amelia sitting on his arms, you hadn’t even noticed her here.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, you ass!” You let out a breath, the two of you walking back to the house.

Once you got back, you both went for a swim and left Milly inside as she fell asleep for a bit. You were in the water when Lance shouted for you. “Watch this!” He calls, running down the dock to do a cannonball into the lake.

“Wow!” You shout, clapping for him. Lance does a little bow, almost falling face first into the water again which makes you laugh.

It was close to dinner when you finished up in the shower, Lance had already come back down and was playing with Amelia on the back deck. You knock on the window to get his attention.

He sticks his head inside to see you. “What’s up?”

“Turn the bbq on, we should use out the rest of this.” You tell him, taking the chicken out of the fridge. Lance nods, going off to do what you told him.

You were getting your own stuff ready to cook when he came back in, Amelia trailing in behind him. Lance washes off his hands before grabbing the bowl off the counter and taking it outside.

You were midway through cooking when you figured you’d take him a beer. You had just put the lasagna in the oven, the mashed potatoes and the salad sitting on the counter. You cooked way more than two people could eat but you were unaware of how to cook in small quantities.

“Hey,” you call for him, stepping onto the deck. “Hey,” he smiles at you, accepting the beer you offered him. You were standing next to him, leaning over the railing as you looked out onto the water.

“I was thinking,” he says and you glance over at him, “I know we’re supposed to leave tomorrow but what if we stay this weekend too? I’m not supposed to leave for London until Tuesday anyways and if you don’t have any plans...”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I was headed to London on Tuesday as well,” you chuckle. “Something about some Canadian guy at Silverstone? I don’t know,” you shrug.

Lance laughs, “oh really? Wonder who that could be.”

“Yeah, I think his name is Nicholas? Not really sure.” You bite back a smile and Lance nudged you, laughing. “Yeah but if we’re staying, we’ll have to head to the store and grab some stuff. There’s not enough for the rest of the weekend.”

“We’ll go tomorrow,” he tells you, stepping away to check on the bbq.

Amelia runs back into the deck, Lance bends down to feed her a piece of chicken before patting her side. “Is dinner almost done?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“Yeah, should be out in a few minutes.” “Oh good, this is almost done.” He says and with that, you head in to check on the lasagna in the oven.

You and Lance end up having dinner on the back deck, heading down to the firepit after dinner to make s'mores.

“This was nice,” you tell him and he looks over at you, “getting away from everything.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to have some quiet.” He smiles.

It was starting to get chilly by the water and the mosquitoes were biting so you head inside. Milly was sleeping on your lap and Lance picked the puppy up, carrying her back into the house as you followed behind him. He sets her on the couch while you lock the backdoors. You were checking through the cupboards to see what you needed to pick up at the stores when you found the game you guys had picked up.

“We didn’t play this yet,” you tell him, setting the box on the counter.

He sits himself on the stool by the counter. “So let's play then.”

You open the box and take out the instructions, it was fairly self explanatory. You pick a card; truth or dare. If you don’t want to do or answer what said card has on it, you take a shot.

Lance goes first, picking up one from the dare pile. He reads it out loud, “eat a spoonful of mayo.”

“Ew!” Your face twists, the thought alone makes you want to gag and you’re not even doing it.

He looks through the fridge, finding the jar tucked away behind some stuff. “Just do the shot, Lance. That's gross.” You tell him, already pouring the tequila into a glass.

“No! I can do it,” he says, picking up some on a spoon. Lance brings it about half way before he drops it back in the jar, taking the shot from you and downing it.

You go next, reading off the card. “Make a prank call to whoever the last person in your recents is.”

Annie, your sister was the last person in your recents so you call her, caller id blocked of course and start on about some nonsense but Annie could barely hear you, she was at a club by the sound of it.

You two go through a few more, do some truths and some dares, the questions a little too personal which caused more than a few shots to be downed.

“Okay, my turn.” Lance says, reaching over to grab the card.

You were pouring out the next two shots, finishing off the bottle of Casamigos you had bought. Lance pauses, snickering as he reads the card. “Kiss the hottest person in the room.”

You laugh, “you’re not gonna find a mirror and start making out with yourself, are you?”

Lance shrugs, stepping closer to you as he reaches for the shot glass. He drinks the last of the clear liquid and he leans over to you.

“You’re the hot one.” He grins, clearly the tequila was kicking in.

“Am I? How sweet of you-” Lance cuts you off with a kiss.

You freeze, your hand on his cheek, almost to push him away but you can’t bring yourself to move. His hand came to rest on your thigh now that you were sitting on the counter.

You’re both far too drunk to be thinking logically hence why you don't stop him when he steps between your legs.

Lance's other hand rests on your jaw, pulling you closer to him. You find yourself scooting to the edge of the counter to wrap your arms over his shoulder when he picks you up. It wasn’t until you got to the bedroom that you realized what was happening.

Maybe a week with Lance wasn’t so bad after all.

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The sun peeks through the curtains, your head pounding as you sit up.

You’re not in your room.

This is Lance’s room.

It’s a little past noon when you get up and you can feel Lance’s presence behind you. He was still asleep when you crept out of the bedroom.

Amelia was running through the hallways when you got up so you took her down to the dock, letting her stretch her legs and run around for a bit.

You were sitting in the chair by the docks, watching the puppy run in silence. The water crashed against the wooden posts of the dock. The sun was shining down on the water but the fog was creeping in, it was going to rain and yet you felt as if the fog had swallowed you whole already.

The creaking of the wood caught your attention and you glanced over your shoulder; Lance with two cups in hand.

“Figured you’d want some coffee after last night,” he hands the mug off to you. You give him a tight lipped smile, sipping on the coffee.

It was quite some time before either of you spoke, Lance sitting to your right and Amelia had sat herself between the chairs.

“I should go to the store,” you say as you get up.

Lance mirrors your actions, “I'll join you.”

“I’ll be fine, it’s 15 minutes.” You insist but Lance wouldn’t budge. “Or a 5 minute drive, let’s go.”

The drive to the store was quiet, you had left Amelia at home for the time being. You couldn't bring yourself to ask Lance what really happened last night.

Last you remember, you were kissing him on the bed and then it went blank.

Instead of asking, you choose to ignore it in hopes that the memories will come back.

You pick up a few things to hold you over the weekend before heading back to the cottage. Lance follows you back into the house but he heads upstairs to take a shower. You head up to change into your bikini because despite the rain, you couldn't bring yourself to spend more time with him in the house.

You were going to lose your mind if you don’t ask him what happened but you can’t bring yourself to ask.

Lance comes down to find the house quiet, Amelia playing with her toys in the corner and he peeks outside when he sees the backdoor unlocked. You were in the water even with the pouring rain.

He steps out, pulling his hoodie over his head. He’s got a towel in hand as he jogs down to the dock. “Hey,” he shouts for you and you turn to see him.

“What ?”

“Get out, you’re gonna get sick.” He says, leaning down to grab your hand. Lance pulls you up onto the dock before handing you the towel. “Can we talk?” He asks, following you back to the house.

You step inside, heading towards the stairs before stopping to look at him. “I need to shower, we can talk after.”

Lance makes himself busy putting away the stuff you had both left on the counters while you showered. It wasn’t a long shower, you didn’t want him to think you were ignoring him; which you sort of were but that wasn’t the point.

You didn’t have much time to think before you headed downstairs.

His back was turned to you as you walked to the fridge, about to grab a beer but you decided against it. Being drunk led you to this predicament. You turn to face him, back against the fridge, “talk.” You tell him.

“I don’t regret it,” he starts, turning to face you.

Your face twists, confusion evident. “Regret ?” You ask.

“Kissing you last night.” He answers. “I like you, y/n. I always have; since we were kids. You were always nice to me and you liked the same things as I did, you got up to watch the races with me while our sisters slept in, you skipped shopping trips to go karting with me. You’ve supported me more than I could ever explain.”

His words, rather his confession, catches you off guard. You never really saw Lance as more than just Lance; Chloe’s little brother and your friend. Even when he became an F1 driver, he was still Lance.

It never changed who he was to you.

It did prompt you to think back to all the big moments over the course of your life. Every big moment, Lance was by your side. He had spent so much time with you when you were getting the charity up and running, you were by his side through the start of his F1 career - you can still remember him getting his maiden pole position and his first podium.

He was the first person you turned to, good or bad, he was there for you and you did the same for him.

Maybe Lance was right. Maybe you shouldn't regret the kiss, what was there to regret anyways?

You’ve known each other your whole lives, liked each other for forever so what was the harm in trying ?

Lance was staring at you, his brown eyes fixed on you as you stood there, quietly. He calls your name, pulling your attention back to him and much like a hallmark movie, you can’t help but kiss him. Hands on his cheeks as he pulls you into him.

“Happy?” You mumble against his lips, the man smiling. “Very.”

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Chloe and Annie find you and Lance in the garage, you step away to give them time to fawn over the driver before he gets ready for his qualifying session. All 3 of you had joined Lance for Silverstone. You and Lance weren't officially out to anyone yet.

The weekend spent at the cottage was between the two of you and only the two of you.

You wander to the back of the garage, putting yourself out of anyone’s way for the time being. The green t-shirt hanging off your frame was being tugged on and you turned to see who it was. “Am I losing my favourite fan?” His accent fills your ear as he stands beside you.

Anytime you came to a race, you wore an Aston Martin shirt but usually you wore one that said Vettel because when you and Lance were kids, you used to watch races with him and Seb was always your favourite.

You laugh, looking over at Sebastian. “Never in a million years. He knows who I'm really here for.”

“Good.” Sebastian smiles, nudging you with his shoulder. “Go,” he tells you. Your brows furrow, “where?”

“Go be with your man.” “Sebastian!” You laughed, “I know you did not just say that to me.”

“Oh, is he not?” Seb rolls his eyes, clearly not believing you.

“Hush, don’t you have a race to get ready for ?” You ask him as he walks off. “Don’t you have a boyfriend to love?” He asks, laughing.

You roll your eyes, laughing as you walk back over to Lance. Both yours and his sister had stepped away and let him get ready. You straighten his race suit, tugging the zipper up for him.

“Hey,” he smiles at you and you look up at him.

“Good luck.” You tell him, pulling him in for a hug. Lance lets you pull away before his hand rests on your cheek before kissing you. “See you when I get out babe.”

“Mhm hm, be safe.” You smile, wiping the lipgloss from his lips.

So much for a secret.

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