#that mark and jenson champagne one.....

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Spanish Grand Prix - Jenson Button(ft. Rubens Barrichello & Mark Webber)

#yayayaya butter podium woooooooo #that mark and jenson champagne one..... #(i like to accuse seb of being obscene w champagne which he very much is but man if jenson isnt just as bad) #mark holding the trophy like that bugs me ngl kdsjdhk #but ah poor rubens and seb during this race :((( #rubens was like 'yay p2 congrats jense but i dont know how i didnt win this :(' noooooooo #and seb being stuck behind massa for most of the race #(i still dont get how kers is fair if not all of the grid has it yet) #(i get it from a development standpoint but the vastly superior rb5 getting stuck behind the inferior f60 just bcs of KERS seems unfair) #okay anyways kinda laughing at the fact that im gonna get to 2009 monaco before 2023 bcs of this unexpected break #jenson button #jb22 #mark webber #rubens barrichello #butter #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #brawn #we do a little bit of f1 #2009 spanish gp #2009 spanish grand prix #(2009: 5/17 races watched)

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it's a bad idea (fuck it, it's fine) — part 1

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, dirty talk, mild degrading, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, fingering, slight nipple play, hinting at m/m, mentions of free use, *gasp* and they were room mates Word count: 1.9k

Part 1 of the Fuck It series

The arrangement was, frankly, absurd. Had the offer come from anyone other than Jenson, you would have kicked them so hard they wished you had punched them instead. Part of you hoped he would have forgotten what he had said while heavily under the influence of too much champagne, but luck was not on your side. 

"Have you thought about my offer?" Jenson asks, innocently blowing on his coffee, making you choke on air. 

"The offer in which I pay my rent by, wait let me check my notes. Ah, yes, 'fucking you'," you reply, voice a lot steadier than you feel. Because truth be told, it had been impossible to not fantasise about getting railed into next week by him- by any of them. Oh, you were well aware of how much your life had become the plot of a rom-com ever since your landlord decided to be an absolute greedy bastard. Become a live-in house sitter for 4 millionaires they said, it'll be fun they said. Liars.

"Oh come on, it'll be mutually beneficial," Jenson argued. 

"Proud of you for using your big boy words, pretty boy but how exactly is this gonna end up in anything other than disaster?" 

"He's hungover and a himbo, why are you bullying him?" Mark mutters, voice still rough with sleep as he literally picks you up and unceremoniously plops you down on top of the counter. There are days where you curse your small stature and his strength, especially when it leaves your brain stuttering to process getting manhandled. 

"We'll set rules. All I'm saying is we're all adults-.." You can't help but snort at that. "Fine, whatever. I'm just saying that I've seen the way you look at them, seen the way your eyes flash with lust and I am pretty sure some truly filthy fantasies, and I know I can speak for all four of us when I say we would love to help you realise those. Also, we don't need your rent money and this is just so much more fun." Well then. You just got read for filth before even having had your morning coffee. Fuck him for seeing right through you. 

"Where's your sense of adventure, nena?" Fernando comments, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Right next to my 'I survived Multi-21' t-shirt," you mutter. It's a low blow, but getting bullied into sleeping with four drivers makes it hard to think.

Mark shoots you a look, eyebrow raised. 

"The mouth on you," he comments, "Seb was very apologetic. Made it up to me in the best possible way. In fact, I should make you apologise to the both of us the same way, sweetheart. On your knees." He whispers the last part in your ear and you cannot contain the whimper that comes out at his thinly veiled threat.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being made to kneel and take cock like the good little girl you are, hm?” 

“Mark-..” You have no idea how to respond to that and keep your dignity in tact. You try to look away but Mark takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“I asked you a question sweetheart. Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” His thumb tugs on your bottom lip and all rational thought leaves you as you nod. 

“Mm, knew JB was right about you. Takes one to know one, I suppose.” You can hear a muffled what the fuck’s that supposed to mean? from the living room as Mark helps you down from the counter. You hadn’t even noticed the McLaren teammates had left the kitchen until just now. 

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Mark nudges you and you sink down onto the floor. The small kitchen runner is the only thing protecting your knees from the cold hardwood floor, but the prospect of sore knees is quickly forgotten now that you’re at eye level with Mark’s crotch. You can clearly see the outline of his hardening cock against his shorts and it has your mouth watering. Mark chuckles as he notices the hunger in your eyes.

“You’re lucky Seb is out for a run. Or maybe I’m the lucky one, getting to fuck this mouth all by myself.” The whimper you let out is involuntarily as you eagerly watch him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. You scoot a little closer, taking him in your hand, tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum. Mark hisses, head thrown back and that’s all the encouragement you need to suck the tip into your mouth. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, sounding absolutely wrecked already despite you not even having done anything yet. 

“You said something about fucking my mouth?” Mark looks down at you, pupils completely blown and he grins so wickedly, it leaves you breathless. 

“Are you absolutely sure sweetheart?” As you nod in response, he gathers your hair into a ponytail in his fist, angling your face. “Alright then. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much and I will stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you parrot, and move your legs apart ever so slightly to stabilise yourself. Mark drags the tip of his cock across your lips and you open up for him. He slides in, careful to not immediately choke you. You relax your jaw as much as you can, but god it’s been so long since you last did this. Mark sets a slow rhythm, letting the both of you adjust. Looking up at him through your lashes, you can see how he’s trying to hold on to the last shreds of self control, and well. That just won’t do. 

“Mark,” you say, slightly out of breath as you pull back, “you taunted me with using me. So for the love of God, fucking use me.” Mark chuckles and the sound has you aching. He tightens his grip on your hair and slides his cock back into your mouth. Resting your hands on his thighs, you close your eyes as he finally delivers on his promise. The sounds are obscene and if you had a functioning brain cell left, you would have been concerned about the two of you doing this in the kitchen, but as things stand, the only thing you can focus on is Mark’s throbbing cock inching down your throat. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you look at him as you swallow around him. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m not gonna last, sweetheart,” he groans, pulling back. You hollow your cheeks while taking deep breaths through your nose, pulling another string of curses from the Aussie. You can feel his cock throb as he grunts above you.

“Gonna-.. Fuck.. So good, you feel so fucking good..” he mumbles, and throws his head back as he comes. 

“You better not swallow, Schatzi,” comes a voice from the doorway. Who are you to disobey? Mark pulls out carefully, tucking himself back into his shorts while Sebastian helps you up from the floor. He carries you bridal style into the living room, placing you down on the couch next to Fernando. 

“Show Nando, baby,” Sebastian all but coos and you carefully open your mouth. The underlying relationships? Questionmark? between your housemates makes your head spin, but judging by the way Fernando’s eyes darken, Sebastian knows something about the Spaniard you don’t. 

“Can I kiss you, nena?” he asks and all you can do is nod. Fernando cradles your cheek, pressing an almost chaste kiss against your lips before he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips. The moan he lets out as he tastes Mark on your tongue has you throbbing. When you break apart to catch some air, Sebastian leans closer and licks away the few drops of cum that spilled when Fernando kissed you. Am I dreaming? you can’t help but wonder. Out loud apparently.

“Very much awake, doll,” Jenson grins as he kneels in front of you, “Something tells me you’re absolutely soaking. Mind if I give a hand? I do so love making people come with my mouth,” he adds and you’re quick to raise your hips so he can pull down your panties, much to Jenson’s amusement. He pushes your oversized shirt up higher and parts your legs. Sebastian moves your face so he can steal a kiss and you moan into his mouth as Jenson drags the flat of his tongue over your oh so sensitive clit. Their hands are everywhere it feels like. You’re pretty sure Fernando has one up your shirt, teasing your nipple while he kisses your neck. Jenson’s are curled around the inside of your thighs as he holds you open for him while Sebastian has one hand on your cheek as he kisses you; the other mirrors Fernando’s. Needing something to hold on to, you bury a hand in Jenson’s hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning against your cunt as you tug. Breaking the kiss, you throw your head back with a moan of your own while you grind against Jenson’s tongue. 

“Need.. Fingers.. Please, Jenson, need your-.. Fuck, oh God..” Despite your incoherent state, Jenson understands what it is you’re asking of him as he carefully slides two of his long fingers inside of you. Sebastian and Fernando manage to strip you of your t-shirt, both of them taking a nipple into their mouth. 

“I’m so-.. So close.. I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” you whimper. Fernando mutters a yes against your skin and something snaps; Your back arches as your orgasm hits you and for a moment you forget how to breathe. The loss of Jenson’s fingers makes you whine but your housemates more than make up for it when Fernando grabs his wrist in order to bring Jenson’s fingers to his mouth, moaning as he tastes you. 

“Just as I thought, you taste delicious nena,” the Spaniard comments with a grin. These men will be the death of me, you can’t help but think while Seb accepts the glass of water Mark hands him. The German driver helps you take a few sips as you slowly return into your body. Something tells you that this only scratches the surface of their underlying dynamics and you are dying to delve deeper.

“Told you it’d be mutually beneficial,” Jenson jokes, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“God, I hate that I’m saying this because your ego is fucking big enough as is-,” you start only for Jenson to interrupt with a that’s not the only thing that’s big, doll which makes you roll your eyes.

“I was gonna agree to your plan, idiot. You proved your point. Twice over. I- eh.. I can see the appeal,” you continue before downing the last of the water. The four men share a look that you can’t quite decipher and it makes you wonder: just what did you exactly sign up for? You pull your shirt back on, suddenly very aware of the fact you’re naked, needing something to act as a barrier between you and this crazy idea. 

“How about we discuss the details after breakfast? Don’t know about you, but I am starving,” Mark breaks the silence. You nod gratefully and let Sebastian pull you to your feet. A part of you is excited to see where this.. arrangement will lead you, but you’re also apprehensive that you might be about to bite off far more than you can chew. 

Welp. Here we go I guess. Updates are gonna be slow on this, so please temper your expectations. Ideas have been brain stormed, things are brewing in the ol' noggin, I just gotta write it 🥲

Massive shoutout to @curiousthyme and @feralnando for helping me brain rot about this and for holding my hand while I descent even further into chaos. This whole part was written while listening to Hozier's Too Sweet and Ethel Cain's Gibson Girl on repeat, so feel free to do with that information as you please

Please let me know what you think. Your comments, likes and tags mean the world to me 💜

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[beiasluv]

could i req being an f1 dilf's race engineer during their prime? like for ex. seb in his red bull era, jenson in brawn, fernando in renault, etc

a/n: knew I watched brawn gp documentary for a reason 🤭🤭 how you didn’t mention mark’s prime 😔✊

— jenson button

When you discovered Honda was going to resign, you had no idea how to go on. Of course, Jenson was your first priority – all the eyes were on the only female race engineer. They doubted you, snickered at you, and didn’t believe the team could make it. ‘Fuck them all, darling,’ and you’re here celebrating his win for the hundredth time. Drowned in champagne, dress hunched up a bit too far, or your heels in Jenson’s hand – he loved every moment of it. When you calm him down with only your voice in his ear or hug him when the whole world only cared for who’s P1. And, he loves kissing you pumping with adrenaline, camera flashing for the best angle.

— sebastian vettel

Sebastian was a menace. He is the lion of Singapore, and doesn’t apologize for winning. You loved being the one he mentioned you while soaking in sweat, smiling at his place in P1. ‘my lovely race engineer…’ Rumors spreading like wildfire but you two couldn’t give two fucks, saying you were good only for the sake of your driver. And he couldn’t care less, he got the hottest and smartest race engineer, and he’s wrapped around your little fingers. Obviously, there were times when he’s a dick, never listens to your advice, and he’s unapologetic about it – leaving him breathless when you pulled his Red Bull collar into a kiss to get him to think straight. ‘…do that again, schatz.’

— mark webber

His time in Red Bull was the most bittersweet moment of his life – and, of course, you were his heavenly sent angel in the midst of the stormy night. He would, and will, calm down whenever he hears your sweet voice in his comms. He blamed himself for not fighting harder for his place…and not fighting even harder for you, while the rest argued differently. And don’t even get me started on kissing him on his stubble good luck before any race – gripping your headset whenever he’s close to lifting off the ground, asking if he’s okay before even checking the piece of metal. ‘I’m alright, sugar..’ And then there are times when he kissed you too hard for getting that P1, showing you off.

— fernando alonso

One thing about villains was they know how to fight for what they love: Fernando included. He knows you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself against the stupid comments media had to offer, but he wouldn’t mind stepping in. Getting win after wins, other teams played suspecting eyes, claiming all the things they could. But you’ve tried to play under the radar, avoiding drama anywhere you walked on the grid. Hell, you can’t even be seen near other team’s drivers. And he doesn’t mind; plus, he knew he had the sweetest race engineer under his belt – and he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. Just until you said I love you on the team radio, leaving him with a big smirk. ‘mi hermosa.’

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[sv5hive]

womaniser | jb22

pairing: jenson button x fempopstar!reader, brief mark webber appearance

content warning(s): swearing, mentions of drinking, use of y/n, inaccurate information about the monaco paddock/circuit, suggestive champagne drinking(?)

word count: 1,771

note: first of all, thank you for all the notes on my lewis fic i'm absolutely blown away 😭🫶🏻 secondly, first fic featuring mr. playboy himself! i hope you enjoy this one bcos i had so much fun writing it 🩷

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you gawked at the herds of people waiting for your arrival at the entrance of the paddock from behind your sunglasses. even after years of being in the limelight, you still weren't used to all the attention.

somehow, news had leaked that you would be attending the monaco grand prix this year, which meant that you had to cover yourself in team gear (that your manager had fortunately brought to your hotel room the night before) from head to toe and walk in with the other team members rather than make a glamorous entrance in a far too revealing outfit like you usually did.

not that you were complaining. your manager would have your head if you caused any more chaos especially after your recent stunt during some after party which involved a bit too much drinking and dancing for the public's liking. apparently people didn't think three awards was something to celebrate with several rounds of shots.

"over there!"

shit.

despite your best efforts to remain incognito, it seemed you were identifiable even while wearing the slightly grim team uniform you wouldn't be caught dead in if it were under normal circumstances.

in a split second decision you made a run for it, hoping to evade any and all slightly deranged fans who might cause mayhem if they managed to reach you. stifling a giggle, you sprinted down the road without sparing a single thought about how odd it looked to everyone else around. you were suddenly grateful for the fact that you were wearing attire suitable for an unexpected, albeit thrilling, getaway.

yep. your manager is definitely going to give you an earful when you get back.

after what felt like an eternity of running, you ducked in between two motor homes to try and catch your breath while also staying hidden. you were so preoccupied with your own endeavours that you hadn't noticed the two men who were once engaged in their own conversation, now ogling at you.

just your luck. were they fans too? god, when were you going to catch a break?

"sorry, i can't sign anything or take any pictures right now. thanks for your support though." you muttered, finally managing to get out your pr approved message while leaning against the wall.

you promptly figured out that you had obviously said something wrong by the sight of a growing smile on the slightly shorter, blond man. looking closer at his chest, you recognised the same brawn gp logo that you were currently wearing stitched onto his racesuit.

fuck.

you looked to the dark haired man on his right who still looked confused at your random appearance. as you moved your gaze down from his face, you then noticed the red bull racing logo on his racesuit.

double fuck. but of course it was your luck to run into the drivers and embarrass yourself!

"shit. ok, wait, hang on. sorry about that. i'm not actually like that, i swear. i'm just trying not to make my manager any angrier at me than she already is." you managed to huff out.

"no worries, take your time."

thankfully, the blond man could see that you were still desperately trying to get air in your lungs and graciously gave you time to recover.

"erm, sorry, can we start over? i'm y/n l/n, nice to meet you."

you moved forward to shake both of their hands.

"jenson button, it's a pleasure. although i feel like i've already met you the amount of times you've been in the headlines."

you almost lost all your breath again as he maintained perfect eye contact while shaking your hand. you grimaced at the reminder of the mischief that you had been known for since the beginning of your career.

is this the regret that your manager was talking about during one of her lectures?

"mark webber, nice to meet you too. so, what was that all about?"

the brunet man, mark as you had just learnt, finally snapped out of his daze as he lightly shook your hand.

"oh, that? it's not a big deal, just some fans who wanted to meet me. i mean i appreciate them and i'm sure they have good intentions but it's a little scary to have a horde of people chasing you. you understand, right?"

jenson's shit-eating grin grew impossibly bigger and it was starting to get on your nerves. and this intense staring contest he had initiated didn't help.

what was his problem?

"yeah, i guess? something tells me you get recognised a lot more often than we do."

you nodded at mark's response without even giving him as much as a glance. if it weren't for the fact that you refused to lose the unofficial staring contest, you might have felt bad for practically ignoring him.

mark looked between you two and made the sensible decision to not get involved in whatever the hell was going on.

"uh, i'm gonna go get ready. see you out there, mate."

"yeah sure, see you later."

and just like that, you were alone with jenson.

"so, what's the world's biggest pop star doing at a formula 1 race?"

your face warmed at the compliment from the man who was becoming more and more attractive as time went on.

"thanks. my friend was meant to be here but something came up and she gave me her pass. i don't know anything about racing but i've heard the after parties are good. is that right?"

"good? they're better than good. they're the best parties in the world."

you raised an eyebrow at his declaration. you had been to more after parties than you could care to remember and you heavily doubted that they could be topped. sensing your uncertainty, jenson made an offer.

"tell you what. if i win the race today, you have to let me take you out to celebrate. i'll even let you watch the race from my garage."

he was on pole position and it was almost impossible to overtake at monaco. but you didn't have to know that.

you did need somewhere safe to watch from. and who knows? maybe celebrating with him could be fun.

"and what if you don't win?"

"don't worry about that, sweetheart. i'll win it just for you." he replied shooting you a wink.

jesus, was he trying to make you pass out?

"well if you're so confident then sure."

"great. let me take you to our garage. don't worry, your fans won't be able to get in there. although i can't promise that some of the team won't ask you for pictures."

"as long as they don't try and trample me i think i'll be fine!"

laughing along with him to the garage, both of you failed to notice the cameras pointed at you, broadcasting your interaction to live television.

almost two hours had passed by now and you were anxiously waiting for jenson to cross the line in first place. you didn't think watching race cars go round in circles could ever be so exciting but your mind had been undoubtedly changed after today. jenson had just begun his final lap around the prestigious circuit when the mechanics started leaving the garage. through all the emotion no one had bothered to tell you what was happening so you just rushed outside with them.

eventually you managed to push your way to the front of the crowd and rested against the wall facing the number boards waiting for the top 3 drivers arrival.

"where's jenson?" you turned to the mechanic on your right after the second and third drivers, who you found out were rubens barrichello and kimi räikkönen, parked their cars behind their respective number boards while jenson was nowhere to be found.

you soon got your answer once you saw him round the corner on foot.

"looks like he got lost!" joked the same mechanic on your right.

you shook your head and chuckled at the absurdity of a professional racing driver getting lost at a track he's driven at several times before. in the end he managed to get to the podium to raise his trophy and celebrate with his teammate.

a serene smile fell on his face as the british national anthem played for him for the fifth time that season. slowly but surely his claim to the 2009 title was becoming stronger and stronger.

as his eyes fell on his team he picked out your face in the sea of people. acting solely on impulse, he blew a kiss towards you ultimately causing an echo of wolf whistles. you made a motion as if to catch the kiss and slip it into the pocket of your jeans, saving it for later.

it would just be rude to leave the man hanging after he had let you stay in his garage. it definitely was not because he was charming your socks off.

shortly after the podium ceremony, he made his way towards the wall you were stood against. joining in with everyone else, you applauded him as he walked up. you let him celebrate with the people who had made the win possible before he finally reached you.

"congratulations, jense! you were incredible!"

"thank you, darling! would you like to try some of this champagne? might not be as good as some of the stuff you've had but i like to think victory makes it taste sweeter."

you smirked at the thought.

"if you insist." came your reply before you tilted your head back and opened your mouth to let him pour the champagne in.

for the first time since you had met him, he was speechless. snapping out of it, he poured the champagne into your mouth and the cheers seemed to become deafening. you tapped his chest to signal him to stop and wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

"you were right. victory does make it sweeter."

you mirrored the grin on his face as the celebrations almost faded away into the background. you two must have had the same thought in that moment because before you knew it, you were kissing each other as if there weren't dozens of cameras being shoved in your faces.

once again, you were breathless as you pulled away.

"i know i owe you a proper celebration, but how about dinner? just us two?"

your cheeks were starting to hurt from the permanent grin on your face now.

"sounds like a proper celebration to me."

your manager was definitely going to kill you now. but you couldn't care less; you had a dinner date with jenson button.

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #jenson button imagine #jenson button x fem!reader #jenson button

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I noticed that y’all have no idea what Germans grew up listening to. Late 80’s/very early 90’s stuff is THE SHIT and all the drivers definitely know them by heart as do i. So here’s a songfic to a sappy German lovesong(?) that we know by heart.  Also, i may have been a bit drunk and a bit nostalgic so yes

This one is called “dammit, I love you” and one of my all time favorites https://youtu.be/x6q0ciiqyG0.

Ex! Sebastian Vettel x Reader (songfic!!)

I wander through the streets until after midnight

Loved doing that back then as well

Don’t need you for that

Sebastian stared at the cold leaves falling, hands shoved into his pockets. 2013,  the year of evil things. Good Guy Seb was gone, especially after Multi 21. Same with his homelife, he grew bitter and almost jaded. The infighting with Mark traveling home to you, his Girlfriend. To be exact, his ex-girlfriend. You didn’t want to hear him like this anymore. You struggled through so much together, so why didn’t he want to listen? That’s what you had told him, but he knew better. He had to prove himself, to be the man. With or without you. Showing that he wasn’t just lucky, winning thanks to the car but instead due to his own prowess.

I’m sitting at the bar, drinking another beer

Back then, together we’d be here

It doesn’t affect me, doesn't affect me at all.

He pulled the big, wooden doors of his usual bar open, the Barkeeper mildly nodding  towards him with a pained expression. He knew everything about the situation, witness to one to many fights and breaking up equally many of them. He celebrated Sebs first World Title with you here, sponsoring Champagne to every guest that stumbled in. How quickly Time had passed since then. Sliding into his usual seat, the barkeeper quietly placed a bottle of beer in front of him which Sebastian hurried to take a sip from. 

This season was over, and It had taken enough from him. Ferrari was going to be a new start- Start of a new journey without you. He could do this without you. He should. He had to. 

Opposite of me sits a guy like a bear,

I imagine if he was your new man

It doesn’t affect me at all

Seb stared at the tall, muscular man sitting there. He looked a lot like Jenson Button, a guy you were often rumored to be cheating with. Not that you’d do that. You were loyal, if so to a fault.

Suddenly it hits me and i approach him

I tell him off:” Leave my Woman alone”

He just asks:” Are you mad?”

And all i can think of is You

Staring into Jenson’s Face just flared his deep rooted Anger. Those fake cheating news had started it all, making his trust towards you weaker. Making him question you while you were there for him through thick and thin. So what if you actually were with Jenson now? Sipping Cocktails somewhere in Britain? You, wrapped around his arms? 

'No, that needed to stopped.' 

He pushed the chair back and stomped towards Jenson, Face filled with Anger. “Leave my Woman alone!”, he almost screamed while slamming his fist on the table. Jenson jumped upwards in shock, clearly surprised. “Are you Mad?” he pushed Seb away from him. The barkeeper was quick to arrive, grabbing Seb by the sleeves and pushing him out. Muttering something about enough Alcohol which Seb didn’t hear. All he could think of was you. Your beautiful, loving eyes staring back at his upon waking up. The texture of your skin while wrapped around him.

Dammit, I love you

I don’t love you

Dammit, I need you

I don’t need you

Dammit, I want you

Dammit, I don't want you

I don’t want to lose you

Slowly I’m starting to remember it all

I just wanted to be a bit more free

Am I now or am I not?

You’d left before the season was over, after your big fight in Hungary. Dyed his Hair blonde because you loved his natural hair so much. Ready to actually become the villain you called him. 

I didn’t fit into your happy world

But it and you, are what i’m missing the most

I simply can’t believe it 

He was free to do whatever he so desired , but at what cost? He dominated the season but without your love at home, without you tousling his locks so gently, nothing was fine anymore. You were angry at his rude demeanor, his blatant disregard of others. You didn’t understand, with Michael being like that he felt like he had to prove himself anew. To prove himself the new German hope as some called him. 

Opposite of me Is a phone

It’s laughing at me mockingly

It won’t, it won’t ring

His iPhone laid there, Wallpaper back to the default one instead of your wide smile, sometimes turning on to inform him of some trivial news yet none of them related to you. Were you actually happy without him, living your best life?

 He did something he hadn't done since meeting you: smoking. You hated the smell with a fiery passion. Sebastian grabbed a cigarette from the Box (Marlboro Reds of course) and placed it between his lips while procuring a lighter from god knows where. Lighting it and taking a deep breath. The hot smoke filled his body with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

Seven beers, smoked too much

This is what a man needs

But nobody, nobody to stay “Stop it”

And again, all I can think of is You

He dropped the lit cigarette into the empty beer bottle, face crashing flatly on the table. Nicotine and Alcohol running through his veins, making his body fuzzy. You’d have said Stop. You didn’t like seeing him in this state.

You’d have said Stop like you always did. The voice of reason in his miserable, little life. Stop to Betrayal. Stop to Fighting. Stop to Self-Doubt and Self-hatred. 

Dammit, I love you

I don’t love you

Dammit, I need you

I don’t need you

Dammit, I want you

Dammit, I don’t want you

I don’t want to lose you

He didn’t want to lose you but he already did. You were gone.

#Sebastian Vettel x Reader #Sebastian Vettel x you #Sebastian Vettel #f1 x reader #blerb writes

[effervescentdragon]

Alright here is a Sebson prompt: they slowly fall in love because of how genuine Seb is..

kisses for you! never wrote them, hope i do them well 😘

"That's around the time my championship dream in 2010 died," Jenson said on live Suzuka broadcast in 2022, and everyone laughed, but he only smiled, because they didn't know what he knew.

The fact was, Suzuka was always special to him, but that race is the one he would remember the most, not because Sebastian won, but because Jenson knew, when he traced back his onlwn feelings and thought process, that Japanese GP 2010 was when he started falling in love with Seb.

And okay, of course he remembered that Sebastian won. Seb never let him forget it, not then, and not now. 

“You jumped the start,” Jenson had said to him after the race was long done, and after the partying was almost done, too. “You jumped the fucking start, Sebastian,” Jenson had said and laughed, shaking his head. 

Sebastian wrapped his lips around the neck of the champagne bottle, absent-mindedly licking at it, and Jenson wanted to do many things that weren’t appropriate in public, only half of which were sexual. “So what?”

“Hm?” Jenson tore his eyes away from Sebastian’s lips and looked into his eyes. 

“So. What.” Sebastian said again, slowly, and grinned. “I would’ve won anyway,” he shrugged, and Jenson couldn’t - he didn’t know what to say, because it was the truth. 

“You’re not wrong,” Jenson said quietly.

“I rarely am,” he shrugged. “And I don’t lie, often,” he said with a grin. “There is no point to it.” He hesitated for a moment, but then pushed on. “I’m sorry about your championship,” he said. “I’m not sorry that you’re losing, but I’d rather fight you than Mark or Alonso. Last year was fun.”

The fact was, Jenson didn’t like Sebastian that much. Oh, he loved teasing him, this young guy, this kid who came up on a meteor rise and made Mark want to tear his hair out, which Jenson always appreciated. But he didn’t really like him, as a person. Too bold, too young, too smart-arse for his own good, he thought. He will be a bastard and a terror on track, he thought, and he was right, but only partially; only about the second part.

Because Jenson remembered then, how Sebastian was with the fans; how he held the baby in the little Red-Bull onesie a man had handed him when he asked and how he made the baby smile when Jenson was passing him in the paddock on Friday; how he carried the umbrella for Britta and how he always praised his mechanics and how his whole face lit up in embarrassment and pride whenever he was praised in return. How his eyes looked just a moment before when he said I’d rather race you. And that was rare, Jenson was on the grid for long enough to know how rare all of that was, because what they were was an overgrown fraternity of assholes, the whole F1 grid, and Sebastian tried to fit in, but he really didn’t. And now that Kimi was gone; Kimi, who liked nobody on this Earth and yet he liked Sebastian; how he kept to himself or spent time with Michael, and never offered too much, but was always eager for any invitation, and always accepted them, with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. 

“Fuck,” Jenson had said. “Me too.”

“Maybe I’ll get to race you next year?” Sebastian grinned. “Two world champions racing for a second title.”

Jenson laughed, and it wasn’t a nice laugh, but Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. 

“You think you can win?” 

Sebastian nodded, serious and young and beautiful in his sincerity. 

“I know I can,” he had said, and Jenson had believed him.

Jenson shook his head and came back to himself, watching what was happening on track now, twelve years and a lifetime later. 

“That was a wonderful move from Seb,” he said. “He’s not letting Fernando pass, and this is some high-quality racing.” 

Crofty said something to him then, and the race continued, and Jenson knew that whatever happened today, Seb was going to be happy when he came home to him, and Jenson couldn’t wait. It may have taken them too long to get where they were now, but it was all worth it. 

#sebson #my first one so be gentle #this feels unfinished so keep a lookout on ao3 i guess xD #effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #f1 rpf #suzuka my beloved #lovely moots 💕

[foggieststars]

oh yes sebson is seb/jenson and i also have strong positive feelings about them

one thing you need to know about me anon is that my dad is a huge racing fan and as a child i always made fun of him cos i thought it was so boring. but i did used to imagine me and jenson getting married at like age 10

anyway i know i mostly post abt like the current grid but i have so many thoughts on gridsluts of yesteryear and have read so much fic... i have strongly positive feelings abt seb/jenson like. so many egregious incidents....'only bcs he saw the tv camera he came and said hello'....making fun of seb for not wearing a tie and offering him one...the champagne incident. height difference....good lord. please also see this post for reference as to why jenson specifically drives me batty

also i know you didnt ask for ficrecs but @bright-and-burning did so pls see here...

the world ain't ending but it might as well be - tabris

a sense of proportion - jolach

supernova - tianvette

ft. some seb/mark/jenson just for fun

wider, baby, smile - tianvette

triptych - tianvette - this is possibly my favourite f1 fic ever

also. related yet not: does anybody else go fucking crazy for lando/jenson or is that just me

#ask #sorry anon i could talk about dilfs for days #especially jenson button. good lord #ficrec #fic rec

[milflewis]

jenson + whoever and rainstorm

bestie i’m sorry. i went to write princess cake for you and ended up with slagclaren

“Does Peter Pan remind you of anyone?” Jenson asks, tapping the remote against his chin for a second before changing the channel again. The flickering animation morphs into a high speed car chase. Jenson keeps changing it. He turns up the volume a little as the rain outside gets louder, thunder rumbling in the distance. One mississippi, two mississippi….

“What?” Lewis says, voice slightly muffled by the closed door.

“Peter Pan. Does he remind you of anyone?”

Someone on the tv guesses the right answer and the crowd loses their shit, lights going off, alarms blaring.

“Oh my god,” Jenson says and he laughs. “Oh my god. It’s Seb. Holy shit.”

The bathroom door opens, steam spilling out, and Lewis’s voice is clearer now when he says, “What’s Seb?”

“Peter Pan,” Jenson says without looking at him.

Lewis pauses, lifting his arm to rub a towel through his hair. Jenson gives in, turning his head on his arms to watch the bend and curve of his muscles. His hair sticks out a little all over the place when he’s finished.

One of Lewis’s curls is longer than the others and it curls along the shape of his ear. It’s more distracting than Jenson would like to admit. Luckily the only person who would hate Jenson talking about his feelings, especially ones involving Lewis and this thing that they do, more than Jenson is Lewis himself so his slack jawed staring is ignored, like it always is.

“It fits,” Lewis says, chewing at the inside of his mouth. Jenson’s skin feels too tight for his bones when he realises he knows how the little blisters Lewis leaves along the inside of his cheeks feel on his tongue.

“Does that make Mark Captain Hook?”

Jenson stares at him for a moment before it clicks and he cackles. If they weren’t in a hotel room on their own, if Jenson wasn’t shirtless lying on his bed, Lewis naked save for a towel after being fully naked in his shower, he’d grin at Lewis and say I love you and Lewis would roll his eyes, smiling.

But they are, so Jenson settles for asking, inbetween breathless laughter, “Who’s the crocodile?”

Lewis won’t fuck him if Jenson has a girlfriend and he definitely won’t fuck him if Lewis himself has a girlfriend. But he also won’t fuck him just because neither of them don’t. Lewis only lets things happen between them when one of them has won, champagne so sticky their come barely makes a difference and victory drunk.

The only time they’ve had sex when they’ve both lost was when Jenson spent the entire night at Kimi’s party flirting with the bartender, grinning at Lewis. Lewis had hated how much Jenson trailing fingers along her arm, chewing on a toothpick, all the while making eyes at Lewis as he whispered in her ear, turned him on. Jenson could see it in the set of his jaw, the way his fingers lay flat against the side of his glass, knuckles white. It hadn’t stopped him from dropping to his knees in the club bathroom, Jenson pressed up against the door because the lock didn’t work.

All your rules, Jenson thinks, and the thought is as fondly soft as it is sad. Aren’t they heavy?

Lewis’s eyes are bright and glinting as he says, “It’s obviously Fernando.”

That sets Jenson off again and when he’s finally stopped laughing, Lewis is across the room, trying to find a pair of sweatpants from Jenson’s suitcase that he won’t have to roll up four or five times at the ankles.

His towel hangs low on his hips, v line more pronounced now in the tv blue tinged dark. There’s a drop of water making it’s way down the curve of his back. Jenson wants to shape his mouth inbetween the dips and bumps of his spine.

“Come here,” Jenson’s says, and his voice is low in the back of his throat without even trying.

Lewis turns, collarbones startlingly delicate and thin amoungst the rest of his solid body. He raises his eyebrows at Jenson, mouth lifting slightly at one of the corners. “Really?” he says. “Again?”

Jenson shrugs and lets his eyes wander. “I’m bored.”

“Oh,” Lewis laughs, walking closer, backlit by the tv. “How enthusiastic. Careful, I’m feeling very overwhelmed over here with all this want.”

Jenson doesn’t say anything because there’s nothing he wants to say, sometimes I feel so full of something for you everything else gets stuck in the back of my throat, or you laughed at a joke Seb told last week and you were so beautiful I walked right into the back of Kimi and made him spill his coffee and I don’t think you even noticed, or I love you, but more importantly, I think I might want you, and that scares me shitless, that Lewis will let himself hear.

Lewis watches him as Jenson wraps a hand around his knee, thumb fitting into the crease of the soft thin skin there. He trails his hand up, smooth hairless skin still damp with shower water and moisturiser. He taps his fingers to the beat of the rain outside. Jenson slips the hand up under his towel, the skin on the inside of Lewis’s thigh almost silky.

Lewis doesn’t move, just stands there, watching him with those unreadable eyes. He doesn’t even so much as shiver. If Jenson didn’t know any better he’d think having Jenson’s hand centimetres from Lewis’s dick meant nothing to him. He does know better. And the tent Lewis’s dick is making under his towel helps too. Still, Jenson swallows back the urge to yell at him because he’s sure that would only make Lewis leave.

“Can I suck you off?” Jenson asks, because that’s another rule. Lewis likes spontaneity and surprises and switching it up but only after Jenson asks first.

“You gave me one last time,” Lewis says, eyes dark and focused, a little crease between his eyebrows that’s the same one he gets when he’s studying telemetry data.

Jenson hates him just a little.

“I’ve told you before, this isn’t a business arrangement, mate. There’s no I did this so you have to do that here. There’s no keeping score.”

No one wins or loses. Or at least they shouldn’t, not if you’re doing it right.

Even when you’re good, you and Nico are something I can never fully understand.

Lewis rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know that,” he says, voice dripping with condescension and slight frustration. Do you, Jenson thinks, do you really, and he knows the answer without asking it.

“Sex is supposed to be fun, Lewis,” he says instead because that’s light and teasing and allowed. “You need to relax, you know. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

Lewis gives him a flat look. “Yeah. You. This morning.”

Jenson grins, ruffling his hair out of his face and if he arm flexes as he does so then, well, reflected mannerisms and all that. He doesn’t miss the way Lewis’s eyes track the movement.

“Oh, right, yeah. One of my smarter moments.”

“Few as they are,” Lewis says, shoulders relaxed, smile pushing out from behind his eyes. His hands are still loose by his side, Lewis was never one for showing aggression, never one for showing anything at all if he could help it, but his fingers are looser at the knuckles than they were a few minutes ago.

You gave me one last time.

Jesus.

“Well, if I showed you my genius all the time you’d appreciate me less. Got to keep you guessing.”

Lewis hums, closer now. Jenson could reach out and cause his towel to fall with one tug if he wanted to.

“I appreciate you,” Lewis says, fingers tracing the shape of Jenson’s mouth. It’s still raining outside, slamming against the window, and Jenson latches onto that faint boom spit sound of water so he doesn’t do anything stupid, or stupider, if he’s being honest, than what he’s already doing.

Jenson’s knows that’s as close to an I love you that he will ever easily get from Lewis, at least for a very long time. He could, he knows, somewhere deep down and shameful, ask it of Lewis and Lewis will tell him what he wants to hear, he’s fairly sure, and it’d even be true.

But Jenson has come too far, and been too careful, to take more from Lewis now than Lewis is willing to give. He has some rules of his own.

For someone so brave, he thinks as he leans in to kiss him, heat pooling into his stomach as he realises that Lewis smells of his shampoo, you are so full of fear. Before you, I was never scared. But, now —

But, now.

And I’m still not brave.

—

“Hey,” Jenson says, knocking his ankle against Lewis’s, who turns his head on his arms until he’s facing him, one eye squished, the other blinking at him. Jenson wants him to sit up properly so he can see the red marks his arm would press into his cheeks.

The sweat is cooling on Jenson’s chest, leaving him feeling weird and gross. There’s come drying on Lewis’s ribs, where Jenson was spreading it around, laughing at Lewis’s face, body post orgasm shivery and hot at the sight of his come coating Lewis’s skin and Lewis letting him. Lewis is watching him again, eyes a little dazed but clear. It’s not the first time Jenson wants to ask what he’s thinking but doesn’t. He presses his fingers against his teeth so he doesn’t kiss him. It’s not the first time he has done that either.

“What are you doing after the briefing tomorrow?”

Lewis shrugs, the movement graceful and rolling even though he’s lying on his stomach. Sometimes, Jenson thinks, you make it really easy to hate you. And even during those times, it’s still easier to love you. Jenson wants to ask him how he does it.

“I don’t know yet. Why?”

Jenson grins, feeling the stretch of it across his face. “Want to fuck on Ron’s desk after, when he’s gone?”

Lewis’s laugh is brilliant and startling like it always is. Jenson wonders how many times he can make Lewis laugh until he gets sick of it. He hopes he gets to find out.

#what if i took one of the few chill teammate relationships lewis has had and made it not chill #idk when this is set exactly but it’s when lewis is in mclaren and is repressed and slagclaren are fucking and trying to #pretend that it’s just that #slowly falling in love with writing them ngl. this was my first time so pls be gentle #one! braincell bestie #slagclaren #stuff i wrote #f1 rpf fic #fic.asks #niamh.asks

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Rise Like A Phoenix - Chapter Nine

Pairing - Jenson Button x Reader + Charles Leclerc x Reader + Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word Count - 6258

Content Warning - Swearing, alcohol, discussion of violence, oral sex male receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex,

Synopsis - When a German agent goes missing investigating a diplomat’s disappearance, you are asked to take the case as your old adversary is revealed to be the one to blame. However, you soon find out that you will not be working alone, and will have to complete your mission with the help of agent Charles Leclerc.

Author’s Note - Okay, this is a long one. I didn’t actually realise how long this was but I couldn’t bare to split this up into two chapters. A lot happens, so strap yourselves in, you’re in for a ride! Enjoy!

Chapter Nine - Champagne Breakfast

You wake up wrapped in the crisp white hotel sheets, memories of the previous night still playing on your mind. The sex with Charles was great, mind blowing even. The perfect combination of fiery passion and gentle tenderness. It had been a long time since you had actually been able to have sex in a bed, and been able to drift off to sleep post-orgasm wrapped in the arms of your lover.

Sex with Jenson was great, you enjoyed the thrill of fucking in his office, with the added danger of someone discovering your antics making your orgasm even more pleasurable. But the one problem was, you never really had the opportunity to just lie together, to be in one another’s presence, your limbs tangled together as you feel his cum drip down your thighs. You always had to smarten yourself up, pay a quick trip to the bathrooms, and then get straight back to work, and often it was draining.

This morning, however, you felt refreshed, despite the familiar ache between your thighs. You roll over to the centre of the bed, only to be met with Charles’ chest, still rising and falling calmly in his deep sleep. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but study his delicate features.

“I know you’re looking at me, amour.” Charles says, his eyes still firmly closed.

“What can I say? I like what I see.” You say, as Charles stretches and wraps his arms around you to pull your head onto his chest.

“Can I ask you something?” Charles says, and you nod your head, looking up at him wide-eyed.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Your neck, the love bites, I’m not like, a home wrecker or anything am I?” Charles asks, and you furrow your eyebrows, before your hand shoots up to caress the marks Jenson had left behind that previous morning. The bruises had already begun to fade, as had your memory of the encounter the two of you had before you left for Monaco.

“No, no, it’s nothing serious, just a little fooling around with a co-worker.” You say, and Charles breathes a sigh of relief.

“Office romance?” Charles suggests, and you scoff.

“I don’t think you could really call it a romance, we just fuck from time to time. You know how it is in this life, it’s hard to commit to a relationship when everything’s so dangerous and secretive, so we just screw to ease stress, I guess?” You say, and Charles nods.

“Is it George? You two seem pretty close.” Charles asks, and you chuckle.

“George? Please, he’s like my best friend. He’s obviously gorgeous, but I just couldn’t see him that way, I don’t think.” You say.

“You don’t think?” Charles echoes, and you bite your lip.

“Well, you never really know whether you want to fuck someone until you find yourself in the position to do so. Like, you can fancy someone, and fantasise about them all you like, but they could offer you the night of your life and in that moment you’re just not feeling it, does that make sense? But the inverse of that is also true, you can think you never would, but when the opportunity arises, you say fuck it and end up having some fun.” You say, and Charles reaches out to brush a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.

“I suppose it does make sense,” he says, “so what about me? Did you want to fuck me from the moment you met me?” Charles asks, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m only answering that if you answer first.” You say, looking up at him.

“I suppose I did. I saw a photo of you before I flew out to London, but the picture they showed me hardly did your beauty justice. When I walked into George’s office yesterday I could see how half the spies of the world had fallen so deeply for you. And, honestly, when you threatened me, and called me pretty boy, I found that extremely hot.” He says, chuckling slightly at his final remark.

“You’re cute, pretty boy,” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “and just for the record, I haven’t slept with that many spies. Only the really hot ones.”

“Now it’s your turn, answer my question.” Charles says, flashing his eyebrows at you.

“Okay, so initially I was super pissed that I had to work with someone else, so when you walked into that room I was seeing red. But when you put the pin in my hair that first time, and placed your hand on my shoulder so gently, I saw you.” You say, and Charles smiles softly at you.

“You saw me?”

“Yeah, I saw you, Charles Leclerc. And I liked what I saw.” You say, before hopping out of bed, a sheet wrapped around your body to cover your modesty.

“Where are you going?” Charles asks as you wander over to the bathroom door.

“I need to make myself decent. We need to debrief Jenson and Sebastian about last night, and no doubt fucking Webber will be in London by now after we bumped into Daniel last night, and he’ll want to know everything.” You say, and Charles sighs, his eyes closing as he throws his head back against the headboard.

“Phone room service, order some pastries or something, we can drink the champagne we didn’t touch last night. Trust me, you’ll need it if I’m right and Webber has wormed his way into this.” You say, before disappearing behind the bathroom door, locking it, and beginning to prepare yourself for the day ahead.

When you return, Charles is sat at the table in the corner of the suite, tapping away at his laptop. A plate of croissants sat in the centre of the table, alongside the champagne and two glasses.

“Ah, (y/n), George is here. We’re just waiting on Jenson, Sebastian and Mark to reach George’s office.” Charles says, and your roll your eyes, sliding out the chair beside Charles and throwing yourself onto it.

Charles takes the bottle of champagne and pours you both a glass, then slides the plate of croissants towards you. He tears off a chunk of pastry and tosses it into his mouth, before taking a long swig of his own champagne.

“Champagne breakfast is it?” George asks, and Charles nods, his mouth still filled with semi-chewed pastry.

“I could do with something stronger if Mark is gonna be here, can you order ethanol from room service?” You say, and George rolls his eyes.

“He’s not that bad, (y/n), I know the two of you don’t see eye to eye after what happened last time, but it’s good to have the Australians on side. Otherwise they’d be likely to blow this whole thing for us and Fortescue might get away.” George says, and you scoff.

“They shouldn’t even be here! Like Charles said last night, they hadn’t even informed the Monegasque authorities that Daniel was even here. If Daniel took out Fortescue, he could have ended up in fucking prison for doing it. I’m telling you George, Mark is fucking careless. He doesn’t give a fuck about the safety of his agents, or anyone else. He’s just a glory chaser.” You say, and Charles glances over at you. You shake your head, before taking a chunk of croissant and taking out your anger on the buttery pastry, chewing so hard your teeth smack together.

“They’re here. Do be nice.” George whispers, and you hear the sound of Jenson’s voice in the distance.

George presses a few keys and Jenson, Sebastian and Mark appear on your screen.

“I hear the operation last night went well.” Sebastian says and you nod, taking a sip of your champagne.

“Yes, as reluctant as I was to work with Charles, he has proved himself to be a capable partner.” You say, and Charles smiles at you.

“I’m glad you two are getting along, I know it wasn’t ideal (y/n) but I’m happy that things are going well. From what George has said you make a good team.” Jenson says, and you nod.

“I, um, managed to get an invite to a party Fortescue is hosting tonight at his apartment in the city. I recognise the address, and know the building well, and would be happy to attend and keep Fortescue distracted while (y/n) looks for Schumacher.” Charles says, and you nod.

“Sounds like a plan, and our man on the inside should be able to help you, mate.” Mark says, and your eyes snap to him, a look of clear disdain on your face.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? I would have thought you’d be happy to see Daniel again, I know the two of you had gotten along extremely well the last time you worked together.” Mark says, and you grip the mahogany table to contain your anger, your knuckles white as you attempt to hold back the fury rising within you.

“Oh yeah, we got along extremely well, that was until your call meant he went in, alone, without the necessary preparation, and got shot in the fucking chest. How long was he in a coma for, Mark? What were the odds of him waking up again, hm? Tell me because I think we all need reminding.” You hiss through gritted teeth.

Charles turns to you, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised in shock. You nod at him, confirming all that you’d said to be true, and Charles sighs, sitting back in his chair.

“(Y/n), please, that’s all in the past now. Daniel is fine, and back in the field, and Mark has more than faced punishment for what happened.” Jenson says, and you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head.

“More than faced punishment? He’s still fucking sat here Jenson, how is that a punishment? Daniel damn near bled out on the fucking floor, if I’d have been even two minutes later to the scene, he would have died. And on top of that we had to abandon the whole fucking operation. You should be in fucking prison, but even that’s too kind for someone like you.” You spit.

“I’ve changed (y/n), I have. I made a terrible call that nearly led me to the loss of one of my best agents, and I’ll never truly be able to atone for my sins. You don’t have to like me, but if you’re working with Daniel now, then we all have to be able to work together.” Mark says, and you roll your eyes.

“Sure, whatever, you know what I think and that’s not gonna change any time soon. George, can you find the schematics for Fortescue’s building? We know he has the penthouse apartment, which probably means roof access too, but he must be keeping Schumacher somewhere and unless he’s in the walk-in wardrobe, which I very much doubt, he must have basement access or something?” You say, sitting back in your chair and finishing off your glass of champagne.

“Charles sent me a photo of Fortescue’s business card last night and I did some digging. I hacked into the files of the lettings agent, and it seems the penthouse is rented by someone named ‘Ivan Kulak Sophronia’ which is so obviously an anagram of Polina Sukharnikova. Rather sloppy wordplay on her part if you ask me.” George says.

“Oh yeah, it’s so obvious.” Jenson says sarcastically, and you chuckle slightly.

“Anyway, Sukharnikova has the top two floors of the building, private roof access and the entire basement. Which is odd, as usually the basements of these places are segmented so that other residents can rent them as storage. But she has the whole thing.” George says.

“So you think Schumacher and the government official he was looking for are being kept down there?” You say, and George nods.

“Yep, it seems likely, unless she just has a lot of old magazines or something.” George chuckles.

“The plan is for you to enter the basement and rescue Schumacher and whoever else is trapped down there, Daniel confirmed that the government official has already been killed, but we think that Schumacher might not be the only agent they’re holding.” Jenson says, and Charles furrows his eyebrows.

“But there weren’t any other operations active in Monaco other than that of the German government?” Charles says, and you nod in agreement.

“We don’t think that the Australians were the only ones operating without the knowledge of the Monegasque authorities. I monitor the confidential reports of various other intelligence agencies, and noticed that a Spanish Agent, Carlos Sainz and a French Agent, Pierre Gasly, both went missing just before Schumacher. It’s possible they too were after either Fortescue or Sukharnikova and hadn’t been as successful as Daniel in ingratiating themselves into Fortescue’s world.” George says, and you nod.

“So I’ve gotta break in there, do some epic Bond shit, save the damsels in distress and get out? What about killing Fortescue?” You say, and Sebastian and Jenson exchange worried looks.

“That’ll be on Charles and Daniel. If you show your face at that party, Fortescue will immediately know what’s going on and you could put the whole operation at risk. The plan is to get him on the roof, clear the area, and get a good clean shot. As Daniel doesn’t have an active license to kill in Monaco, Charles will have to be the one to pull the trigger.” Jenson says, and Charles stares at him, open mouthed.

“You want me to kill him? What about Sukharnikova?” Charles asks in disbelief.

“Killing Fortescue is our priority, we’d like to take Sukharnikova alive if we can, find out what she knows and what she’s been doing since her father’s death. The gunshot should scare off most of the party guests, but not her. That will be your chance to arrest her. (Y/n), once you hear the shot and gain confirmation from George that he’s dead, head up to the top floor and assist Daniel and Charles in her capture. But if she does attempt to fight back, or run, you are authorised to shoot.” Jenson says, and you nod.

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight on the whole killing Fortescue thing, given your history with him.” Mark says, and you glare at him.

“The plan is sound. I trust Jenson to protect his agents in the field, and I trust Charles to take the shot. I don’t care who kills him, I just want to see him dead.” You say, and Charles offers you a small smile, his hand settling on your mid thigh.

“So, are we all clear?” Jenson says, and you nod.

“Yes sir!” You say.

“Good luck out there you two! And don’t get shot.” Jenson says.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it.” You chuckle.

“Bring my agent back safe and sound you two, he’s one of my best and I value him a lot.” Sebastian says, and you nod.

“We won’t let you down, sir.” Charles says.

“Okay, I’ll send you all the necessary info soon. We’ve already briefed Daniel on the plan, but he’s on his way to your suite as we speak to confirm everything with you and make sure everything goes smoothly. I’ll be in touch soon.” George says, and the video call ends.

“Fucking hell, that was… something.” Charles says, topping up his own glass and filling your own from empty to full.

“Yeah, I’m sorry you got caught up in all that. Mark just pisses me off. If it was up to me he’d be rotting in jail for his actions.” You say, drinking down half of your glass before stuffing your face with your remaining pastry.

“Do you mind me asking what happened the day Daniel was shot?” Charles asks, and you nod, sharply swallowing down your breakfast.

“We were working together, chasing down this Australian guy, his name was Brent Abernathy, I don’t know if you saw it on the news or something. He was based in London, and had been selling weapons to North Korea since the 1990s as part of this huge weapons trafficking ring. We had a plan, I was supposed to be going to the guy’s apartment for dinner that evening after weeks of worming my way into his life as a new mistress of his. As I was receiving my final briefing from George, I realised Daniel was missing. It transpired that Mark had told him that we had backed out, and that Daniel should break into the man’s apartment and kill him alone. But there was a problem. It turned out someone working for the Australian Secret Intelligence Service had been selling information to this gang, so Abernathy knew that Daniel was coming for him. As soon as he entered the flat, Daniel was shot in the chest. According to the doctors, just a few millimetres further left and he would have been dead on impact. Lucky for Daniel, I made it to the apartment just before he bled out and called an ambulance. Abernathy was never found, we assume he went off grid or some bigger fish in the weapons ring took him out, we’ll never know for sure.” You say, downing the rest of your drink before jumping up from your chair.

“That’s awful, I’m so sorry you had to deal with that, especially when you were so close to Daniel.” Charles says, and you give him a sad smile.

“It comes with the job, I suppose. They found the traitor and he’s in jail for treason and never coming out. But if Mark hadn’t changed the plan, Daniel wouldn’t have spent all that time fighting for his life, and we’d probably have that entire weapons ring taken down by now. He jeopardised the whole mission and a man’s life for his own chance at solitary glory. That’s why, despite my initial reluctance to work with someone else, I accepted you as my partner. I don’t want to be another Mark, because I understand better than most that this job isn’t something you can really do alone.” You say, a pained smile on your face.

Charles opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a rhythmic knock on the door.

“That’ll be Daniel, don’t tell him I told you all that, okay?” You say, and Charles nods.

You open the door to your room to see Daniel draped across the doorframe.

“Pizza delivery! Did someone order a hot Italian on half with extra sausage?” Daniel says, and you roll your eyes, gesturing for him to enter.

“Do all of your lame lines come from porno scripts?” You ask, and Charles chuckles from across the room.

“That depends, do you have any money to pay for the pizza? Because I can think of another way you could pay for it.” Daniel says, gesturing suggestively at you with his eyebrows.

“Oh fuck off, you didn’t even bring pizza.” You say, bringing him over to the table where Charles was still seated.

“It’s 9am, why the fuck would I bring pizza?” Daniel laughs.

“Time is a construct, next time bring pizza.” You fire back, and Charles chuckles.

“I hear they already told you the plan for this evening?” Charles questions, and Daniel nods.

“Yeah, just the bare bones of it. We kill Fortescue, (y/n) rescues the hostages, we all go down in history as heroes and then we have a threesome.” Daniel says, and you snort with laughter.

“I’m not sure Jenson mentioned those last two points.” Charles says, chuckling slightly.

“Ah, subtext, subtext.” Daniel responds nonchalantly as he sits himself down in your recently vacated seat.

“You’ve pretty much got it really, did George mention the two other agents that Fortescue might have captured? Sainz and Gasly?” You ask.

“Yeah, I remember them actually, they’re definitely down there with Schumacher. They tried to get in with Fortescue like I did, but he caught them out after a few days.” Daniel says.

“But not you?” You ask, taking a step towards him.

“Not me. You know me, baby, super spy and international man of mystery Daniel Ricciardo.” He says with a smirk.

Charles looks over at the two of you and clears his throat, prompting you just jump back from Daniel.

“Jealous, Mr. Bond?” Daniel asks, and Charles rolls his eyes.

“We should get back to the case.” Charles says, immediately returning his eyes to his laptop.

“I think he is jealous! Allow me to use my excellent skills of deduction, and explain myself. The ice in this champagne bucket is all melted, meaning you didn’t order it this morning for a fancy breakfast, it has to be from last night. So I deduce that on your return from the casino, you ordered champagne, perhaps to celebrate your win at the blackjack table. But, you didn’t drink it, so I think that means you both were distracted, meaning, you definitely fucked.” Daniel says, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks at you.

“Well done Sherlock, nice work.” You say, rolling your eyes at him, flashing your middle finger.

“Okay, can we just get back to the case now, please?” Charles says, his voice slightly raised in frustration.

“You know, we could move the threesome up the schedule if you wanted, ease the tension a little?” Daniel suggests, and you bite your lip, taking a quick glance over at Charles who had stopped tapping away at the keyboard of his laptop.

Charles looks up at you with a wide-eyed expression, and you shrug your shoulders at him, as if to say ‘why not?’

“I mean, I’m still a little sore from last night.” You say, and Charles flushes red.

You take a step over to Daniel to press your lips against his ear as if to whisper, but make sure to speak loud enough for Charles to hear you, “between you and me, Charles is very good with his fingers, and knows exactly how to please a lady. Maybe you could learn something.”

A wicked smile plays on your lips as you turn your head to wink at Charles.

“Oh really? Then I’d love to see the master at work. Though I bet he can’t make you scream the way I do, baby.” Daniel says, before claiming your lips with his own.

Oh god, how you’d missed those lips. You hadn’t seen Daniel like this, in his prime, since the day Mark betrayed you. You hadn’t felt his touch on your skin, or his hot breath on your neck since that day, and you had missed it. You were completely lying about Charles being able to teach Daniel how to fuck you, he already knew how to do it perfectly fine. You just wanted to tease him, he always liked being teased, and to stroke Charles’ ego just a little. You weren’t sure how Charles would feel about sharing you with another man, not everyone is up for the idea of having an audience during these kinds of intimate moments. But you wanted them both. And you wanted them now.

“So, what do you say, Mr. Bond? With your magic fingers and my giant cock we could make her scream so hard the neighbours think she’s their 10am alarm call?” Daniel asks, walking over to Charles with that signature confident swagger of his in every step.

”Okay, but just don’t be offended if she prefers me to you.” Charles says, smirking at Daniel.

“Oh please, you’ve fucked her, what, once? You’re a novice, come watch the expert at work.” Daniel responds, a shit-eating grin spreading across his cheeks.

You clear your throat from the other side of the table and both men turn to look at you, “are you going to continue with your alpha-male dick measuring contest over there, or are you both going to come over here and fuck me?”

“Oh baby, you know in a dick measuring contest that I would always come out on top.” Daniel says, offering you a flirty wink as he takes a few steps towards you.

You lace your arms around Daniel’s neck and smile at him, a sickly sweet, tooth-rotting smile.

“Oh baby,” you echo, “With Charles around, I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“Just tell us what you want, amour, all I want to do is please you.” Charles says, and you look at him over Daniel’s shoulder.

You reach out your hand to summon Charles closer to you, and he laces his fingers with yours.

“I want to taste you, Charles, I want you to fuck my face and make me choke on your cock.” You say, a smooth silky tone in your voice.

“Are you sure, mon amour?” Charles says, his words only deepening your desperation for him.

“I’m sure. I want you to fuck my mouth while Daniel fills me up with that huge cock he’s always boasting about.” You say, eliciting a smile and a chuckle from Charles.

You press your body closer in to Daniel’s, allowing you to press your lips to Charles’ own over Daniel’s shoulder.

Daniel’s hands find the hem of your shirt, fiddling with it as he pulls it upwards to reveal your bare torso. You lift your arms to help him in the removal of the garment and he swiftly whips it over your head and discards it to the floor.

“Do you remember the last time we fucked?” Daniel asks, and you hum in response.

“Charles, baby, we fucked all night, long and slow savouring every touch of each other’s skin.” Daniel says, his hand pressing gently against your chest to push you towards the bed.

You collapse against the messy sheets, still crumpled from the previous night you had spent with Charles.

“It’s been a long time since then, yes?” Charles asks, walking over to the bed to stand beside Daniel, the two of them now gazing down at your semi-naked form.

“Almost a year now, but even so, every time I close my eyes I’m looking down at her with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Daniel says, and you can’t help but smile as you remember that night for yourself. That final night before the two of you were destined to part ways, to be separated and stuck on the other side of the world from one another. You both planned to make the most of it, and boy did you.

“Charles?” You say in a silky voice, and he leans over you.

“What is it, mon amour?” He responds, his voice low and smooth.

You reach out your hand to grip his shirt and pull him on top of you, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. Your free hand reaches out behind him, aiming to grab whatever you could of Daniel, finding his hand and lacing your fingers in his.

“Want you both. Now.” You moan in a shaky voice, your breathing heavy as you attempt to catch your breath.

Charles gasps as you flip him over, hovering above him, your breasts pressing against his clothed chest.

Daniel’s hands find your waist, fiddling with the elastic of your sweatpants, waiting for an invitation to strip you bare. He finds it as you push your arse back towards him, and he gently pulls down your sweatpants, revealing your lack of underwear.

“Naughty girl.” Daniel says, landing a swift slap to your arse cheek and making you gasp.

“I didn’t exactly have long to make myself decent this morning. After last night I was pretty tired and slept in a little.” You say, your hands already working the buttons of Charles’ shirt, eager to expose his bare chest and litter it with kisses.

“I wouldn’t describe this as decent.” Daniel says, his hand reaching between your legs to press his index finger against your clit.

You moan at the contact, pushing your hips back into his touch, desperate for more.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You ask Charles, and he nods, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts and gently massage them.

Daniel’s firm grip on your waist, and your knees straddling Charles’ legs allow you balance as your hands run down his chest and settle on the fastening of his suit pants.

Your fingers brush against Charles’ erect cock through the fabric, and he lets out a breathy moan at the sudden contact.

As you set Charles’ cock free, already hard and throbbing, you run your tongue against the shaft from base to tip, making him groan.

“Daniel, baby, remind me of that last night we spent together.” You say, before taking Charles in your mouth.

“It was late. Really late. I’d watched all night as you flirted with that guy. Ran your foot up his leg beneath the table and laughed at his shitty jokes. He didn’t deserve your attention, and it made me mad.” Daniel says, and you hear as he fiddles with his zipper behind you with one hand, the other still massaging your clit gently.

You pull your lips off of Charles’ cock, resting them against the sensitive tip as you speak, “so what did you do about it?”

“I took you back to our hotel room, and I undressed you, slowly. Despite all the flirting with him, I was the one to get to see you. All of you.” Daniel says, before pushing into you and causing you to gasp.

It takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of him. Sure it had only been a matter of hours since Charles had filled you up, but Daniel’s big girthy cock was like nothing else you’d ever felt before. You’d had dreams about that night, fantasised about it as you touched yourself in the darkness of your bedroom, but you’d clearly forgotten just how good it felt. How good he filled you up.

As Daniel finds a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm, your lips press down the shaft of Charles’ cock once again.

“That night I fucked you, tasted you, every inch of your skin I claimed with my tongue. I marked your skin with my lips, my teeth. I sucked your nipples till they were raw. Made you orgasm till you were blind with pleasure.” Daniel says between grunts as he pushes even deeper within you.

As Daniel hits your sweet spot, you let out a moan around Charles’ cock, and he instinctively bucks his hips up into you. His tip grazes the back of your throat and you have to suppress a gag, instead allowing the first tear to drip down your face.

Charles’ thumb quickly reaches up to wipe the tear from your cheek, running his hand across your jawbone before tangling it within your hair.

“We fucked for hours, (y/n), hours, until we passed out, tangled between the sheets. You were the best fuck I ever had, and god how I missed this tight little pussy of yours.” Daniel says, his pace quickening and his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

The air was filled with grunts and moans, the sound of skin hitting skin, the creak of the bed frame as the three of you moved in perfect harmony.

Charles was the first to let go, his hand in your hair pulling you down onto his cock as he grew desperate for orgasm. Tears ran down your cheeks, dripping onto Charles’ bare torso as he finally came undone, releasing his salty seed into your mouth. A string of curse words you didn’t know fall from his lips as he closes his eyes.

You pull away to swallow, and Charles’ hand strokes your hair as he comes down from his high, his breathing becoming more steady as he whispers to you words of encouragement.

“So good for me, mon amour. So good for us.” He says, and you let out a pornographic moan.

“Fuck, I’m close, you want me to pull out or…” Daniel says, and you chuckle.

“Let go baby, for old time’s sake, yeah?” You respond, and that’s all the encouragement Daniel needs to reach his own orgasm.

He fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he releases into you. He lets out a low, guttural moan, and his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud once again to heighten your pleasure.

Daniel knew how you worked, that night you had spent together he had fingered you and sucked you until you came two, three, four times in a row. This time was no exception, as as he touched you just right, you felt a wave of pleasure surge throughout your body, tingling each of your nerves like an electric current running through you.

Your knees buckle, and you collapse down onto Charles’ torso, his hands immediately wrapping around your naked form and stroking your back.

Your body was weak, your throat dry and your ached as Daniel pulled out of you. Charles gently pulled you back onto the bed, giving you a concerned look as he pulled you closer into him.

In that moment all you wanted to do was bury your head in his chest. Your breaths were shallow and rapid, and you sought out the rhythm of Charles’ heartbeat to steady your breathing.

You feel the bed dip beside you, and look up to see Daniel next to you, a glass of water in hand.

“Here, drink.” He says, and you take a small sip of the water, offering him a weak smile of thanks.

Daniel slides himself in next to you, leaving you sandwiched between the two men as the rise and fall of your chest begins to regulate.

“Are you okay?” Charles asks, and you nod.

“Yeah. It’s been a while since I was fucked that good.” You say, and both men beside you chuckle.

“We make a good team.” Daniel says, pulling up the crumpled sheets from the bottom of the bed and wrapping them around your naked form.

“We do. I hope I wasn’t too rough with you, though.” Charles says, and you chuckle.

“Trust me, (y/n) likes it rough.” Daniel says, and you slap him on the arm.

“You make me sound like some sort of masochist.” You say, and Daniel rolls his eyes.

“Well, if you will have Closer by Nine Inch Nails on your sex playlist, what am I supposed to think?” Daniel laughs.

“You have a sex playlist?” Charles asks, and you nod.

“Who doesn’t? Remind me and I’ll send you the link some time.” You say, wrapping your arm around Charles.

“You know, that was my first time doing something like that. There’s always just been two of us in the bedroom.” Charles says.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Daniel asks, and the two of you both look expectantly at Charles, who was clearly deep in thought.

“I always thought I wanted sex to be private. Something done between two people who were deeply in love with one another. But now I see that it can be a lot more fun if there are no expectations, no rules, just pleasure.” Charles says, and you and Daniel look at one another with a knowing look in your eye.

“It’s hard to do the whole love thing when you live our life. Commitment is impossible and you’d just be putting your partner at risk by getting attached. Sex doesn’t have to have meaning, it can just be fun, like whatever (y/n) has going on with Jenson.” Daniel says, and you look at him wide eyed.

“How the hell did you know about that?” You ask, and Daniel chuckles, shaking his head at you.

“Please, it’s obvious. And Russell George told me this morning, it didn’t take much to get it out of him. For future reference, don’t let him leave such obvious hickeys on your neck during office hours.” Daniel says, and you slap him on the arm.

“Can a woman have no secrets?”

“We are spies, (y/n), we’re trained to dissect other people’s secrets.” Daniel responds, and you slap him on the arm once again.

“We should get some rest for a few hours, order some room service and then get ready. Fortescue’s party doesn’t start until the evening.” Charles says, and you nod, closing your eyes and curling up into his chest.

Daniel wraps his arms around you and you drift away into sleep.

Next Chapter

#Rise like a phoenix f1 #Jenson button x reader #Jenson button x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[jamtoasties3316]

Oooh, maybe Mark and Jenson are very jealous and fed up with seeing Seb win another WDC (or his first, it can literally take place between 2010-2013) and after spending time watching him celebrate every podium finish, they decide to do something about it.

During the celebration after Seb wins his championship they decide to corner him at the end of the party, Seb is tumbling from how drunk he is, but they make sure he keeps drinking and maybe even put something in his drink to make him more docile.

They end up using every possible hole, stretching him enough to end up fucking him with both knots at the same time and using the necks of the champagne bottles, taunting him at all times. They make sure to cum on his face, pee on him and degrade him as much as possible.

Mm maybe after the first championship? Just so they are sure seb still knows his place as omega!

Little teasing twink has been flaunting his body for so long but was never a good enough sport to let the other drivers fuck him, which is honestly rude of him! But now.the omega is so drunk, stumbling and not getting angry as they touch his tits and push their hands under his dress too.

They take him home, fingering him in the cab already and Mark pushes the Omega down to get his cock in seb's mouth and fucks his throat hard.

As they go into the hotel, they don't bother fixing seb's clothes so one of his tits is hanging out and his thighs are on show and wet with slick. They probably film or at least take photos of his degradation, fucking his throat until he gags and then each taking turns fucking his ass and pussy before forcing both their cocks into that warm little cunt. Seb is gaping so much after and now knotdrunk instead of judt drunk too and fully submissive, presenting his gaping little holes and begging for more. Jenson shoving the champagne bottle into his pussy as Mark jerks off over seb's face and then jsnson comes up with the idea off pissing over Seb, first his face too and then aimed at those gaping holes as well. They might send a picture in the Alpha driver group chat and invite anyone to come over after they are finished.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Turkish Grand Prix - Jenson Button(ft. Mark Webber & Sebastian Vettel)

#watching any jense podium(or actually any content of him at all) is just me going: wow i am painfully in love with this man #like that one where he's pouring the champagne into his mouth???? catie is offline. i literally rewatched it at least 20 times #sebson sebson sebson JENSON GRABS HIM TWICEEEEEEEEEE AND HES COMFORTING HIMMMMMM #why is mark so awkward in that 2nd gif....why does he automatically reach for the titty....thats his signature move... #as i said its funny bcs i expected to be more into martian for this season but tbh its very 'jenson has two hands' w sebson and butter #im always like ooooo sebmarkson podium!! but then mark and seb only talk to jenson seperately and not to each other cause theyre salty LMAO #but seriously on camera theres literally only one moment where seb and mark talk and its not here but #theyre at the press conference and it legit feels like jense is mediating btwn them #turkey is not a good place for martian LMAO(i.e 2010) this race was literally multi-21 but seb deciding not to be a war criminal #jenson button #sebastian vettel #mark webber #sebson #butter #jensonmark #can this rly be tagged martian if they literally dont interact? #martian #sebmark #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2009 turkish gp #2009 turkish grand prix

[sebrrari]

i haven't seen much webber/button fic (such that i don't even know if there's a name for it, lol), so...? either present or in mark's rb days

okay my one caveat is that i know nothing about jenson button i just get that he’s hot so

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if third in his last championship year feels like this - frustrating, demeaning, anticlimactic - then mark can’t imagine how jenson must be coping right now, being left to rot by a team who can’t find it with both hands.

“chin up, mate,” mark says to jenson, toasting him with a fresh flute of champagne off the nearest waiter’s tray. the ceremony is always so stuffy and forced - mark needs the extra boost to make it through without looking as pathetic as he feels.

jenson laughs miserably and toasts him back with what looks like a g&t. “easy for you to say, you’re already out of here.”

mark chuckles and downs half the glass in one go. “guess you’re right,” he offers, and there’s a beat of awkward silence between them, the buzzing, raucous noise of other guests enjoying themselves threatening to overwhelm mark’s last shred of patience. he finishes the drink, then decides there’s no reason not to resort to old coping mechanisms on a night like tonight.

he glances back towards the hallways to the restrooms, then looks to jenson with a smirk and a dimmed twinkle in his eye.

jenson almost chokes on a sip. “mate…” he warns.

“up to you, but i feel like going out with a bang,” mark says, then saunters off with the most confidence he’s felt all night.

turns out you can’t always teach an old dog new tricks, but you don’t need to when he’s got a sinful mouth and knows just when to turn up the heat to get you to melt right onto his tongue.

jenson can’t escape the bitter taste he’s picked up for the rest of the night.

#not a single one of these fills has been 5 sentences LOL #self control we don’t do that here!!!!!!! #ty for the prompt this was a fun muscle flex!!!! #my fic #answered ask #ermmm no tags just weird depressed old men trying their best

[scudevils]

till the sun comes up — SV5

pairing: rbr!sebastian vettel x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight oral (m receiving), drunk sex, alcohol mentioned, jenson getting everyone double drunk, translated german, established relationship, not proofread!!

synopsis: fresh off of winning his first drivers championship whats a better way of celebrating [2.2k]

a/n: this was completely unplanned, definitely not the best thing ive ever written and was more so a way to get back into the feel of writing since its been months since i last properly have

Abu Dhabi, 2010

Sebastian couldn't keep his hands of you, and in his defence, you couldn't keep yours off him. Alcohol ran freely through your veins, loosing up your movements as you danced against each other. Music blaring, drinks being downed in every corner of the club. Every now and then another driver ordered a round of shots, not slowing down as you all danced the night away.

His hands were on your waist, your hips, sliding up and down your thighs. He was everywhere. Sebastian's grip never loosening. Jenson had been the next driver to buy a round, ordering double than before in an attempt to somehow get you all more drunk than you already were, after all he had his reputation to uphold.

Sebastian's lip skimmed all over any exposed skin he could get, you collarbone, neck and as low as he could down your deep neckline.

The burning of tequila and vodka down your throat only spurred your happiness on, the smile on your face beginning to hurt from how long you had held it.

Seb had won.

He had won his first championship in f1, in a dramatic way at that, and one of many you were sure of. Your boyfriend was more than a talented driver, that you were even more sure od even with your lack of knowledge in the sport you knew well enough that Seb was a born winner, and that this was just the beginning.

The day had finally gone his way, any four of them could've won it, it was the day he's been waiting for since he had joined f1, since even before then, and you had been there with him every single step of the way.

The drinks, music and dancing continued long into the early hours of the morning, finally deciding to depart from your group of celebrating friends, them all giving you suggestive looks.

You felt the arm around your waist tighten as you stirred awake, the warmth from the body beside you encasing yours. The pads of Sebastian's fingers still digging into your skin as they had done when you fell asleep, not moving from their protective position. Rays of sunlight shown through the slightly open curtains in the hotel room, the city of Abu Dhabi already buzzing at just 10am.

Bedsheets had been brought all the way up your chest, covering your naked body and pulling them off of Sebastian's, enough to see his toned muscles which he usually had hidden underneath a shirt, a sight you truly would never get used to. His trophy sat on the stand next to the bed, a reminder of the reasons you had celebrated the night before.

Seb nuzzled his head further into the crook of your shoulder, even in his sleepy state not wanting to let his hands drop from you. You could still smell the champagne on his skin, showering the last thing on your minds when you stumbled in. Unable to help but stare at him, his growing stubble that he didn't care enough to shave and the purple hickeys blessing his exposed neck, his blonde curls a mess on top of his head.

Memories from the previous night took over as you grazed over the marks left.

Your back was against the wall as soon as Sebastian shut the door, not wasting a second to have his hands on you fully, almost as desperate for you as you were for him. His lips trailed down your body, from your lips and then your jaw and finally residing on your neck. His trophy had been carefully placed on the ground next to you.

You whined as he sucked on the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone, the already euphoric feeling of having him so close causing a wetness between your legs. Seb's hands travelled down your legs, tapping your thighs and whispering a small. "Jump" in your ears, and you happily obliged, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

Sebastian carried you from the wall to the bed, dropping you down on the soft mattress below. He looked over you hungrily, his eyes dancing over your entire body as he worked out where to start first.

Lifting your fingers to his neck you traced over the marks, not too heavily as to not wake him. The action of you leaving them flashed before your eyes, each and every mark came at a different time and with how drunk you were, you were just happy to remember.

"Schatz." You had been to entranced with the memories you hadn't even seen him waking up, the calmness in his shut eyes had opened to show the beautiful blue eyes you loved. His long eyelashes brushed against his cheeks as he looked up at you, following your gaze to where you had been staring. "I could always do with more."

It was his turn to trace the marks he’d left now, Seb’s fingers smoothing over the reddened skin of your neck. "You could do with more too." He pulled one of your legs over his, making you straddle his lap whilst he continued looking up at you.

You laughed at his eagerness, acting as if you didn't want and need this just as much as he did. "What? Last night wasn't enough for you." Raising your eyebrow at him, Sebastian rolled his eyes, hands moving to your hips in an attempt to get you moving against him.

Without a second thought you obliged to his attempt, rocking your hips in time with his hands. He dipped his head down your neck, moving to in between your breast and kissing them both. His kisses continued, the loving mood he was in only growing as he made his way back up, reaching your lips and bringing you in for your first kiss of the morning. In contrast to the warmth of your skin goosebumps raised along your body.

Dragging himself away from your lips, Sebastian rejoined his journey up your body, his teeth nibbling your earlobe causing small whimpers to escape your already swollen lips. "Could never get tired of fucking you, Engel." His words went straight to your core, your thighs rubbing together to try and release the tension a little. "Do you know what you do to me?"

You knew Seb would try to get you to beg if he could. Even in the loving and giving mood he was in he always got a kick out of making you beg, the lewd words going straight to his cock whenever they left your mouth.

“Please, Seb." Your words faltered slightly as one of his fingers grazed over your cunt. Sebastian could practically feel your clit throbbing against him, and it took ever ounce of his willpower to not give you what you wanted. "Please, just touch me."

Your pleas were never enough for him, wanting nothing more than for you to break, to tell him what you wanted him to do, no matter how dirty the words you used, he loved when you spoke like that to him. "Where do you want me to touch you, schatz? I need you to tell me."

When you didn't reply, Sebastian lightly slapped your thigh as a warning, an empty one at that as you both knew he would give in to you eventually, because if it wasn’t his arousal taking over it would be his drunkenness. But he would always put up a fight. You grabbed his wrist, in no mood for his teasing or to waste time and brought down to your dripping cunt. "Here, Seb, please just touch me."

And when you rasped out his name like that who was he to not give you what you wanted most?

Sebastian’s hard on was becoming glaringly obvious through the tight, and growing even tighter, boxers he was wearing. "This is what you to do me." The words he spoke stuck with you, both of you having so much power over how the other felt almost felt like it was fate to be together.

You had rid yourself of your panties already, the newfound feeling of your unclothed clit grinding against Seb’s growing cock. Gasping as he lifted his hips to meet yours, you silenced yourself against his neck, biting into the muscles and soothing over the stinging with your tongue.

A louder moan slipped past your lips as your arousal grew, your slick making it easier to glide against the soft material of his boxers. "I want to fuck you." Sebastian had to stop the groan that nearly escaped his throat.

“Then fuck me, liebling."

"Then fuck me." As the words left your throat Sebastian pushed himself inside you, dropping his chest onto yours to get as close and humanly possibly. The groan he let as you clenched around him forever etched into your brain, something you will remember any time you look at him.

Seb snaked his arm down between your entwined bodies, circling your clit at a steady pace, contrasting the harshness of his thrusts into you. The added stimulation had you melting into the bed underneath him.

You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, as he swallowed your moans in the heated mess between you. His neediness leaked into the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first chance he could get.

Squeezing around him again, Sebastian bit your lip, pulling on it as he pulled away from the kiss. Both of you tried to catch to your breath, although he couldn't stop his want to touch you again, dropping his head to meet your lips in another crazed kiss.

Just as you were finding your rhythm, Sebastian’s hands found their place on your ass, slowing you for a couple seconds then speeding you up again in a sequence that made your head spin and eyes roll back. Your chests were practically touching as he pulled you impossibly closer, connecting your lips.

You kissed up and down his neck, his hickeys becoming redder as you bit down on the same spot of skin, taut from his training. Pulling away for a minute you admired the purple marks on his throat, his adams apple bobbing under your gaze, in contrast with his muscles making you feel like you could come just looking at him.

At your staring he thrust up into you faster, smirking at your unprepared reaction, arms failing you as you fell onto his chest.

One of his hands lifted from your ass, pushing the fallen hair out of your face as you found your own rhythm again. You felt your orgasm nearing closer and closer, and so did Sebastian. His hand slipped down in between your bodies, rubbing circles on your clit to push you further and further to your release.

Within seconds you were cumming around his cock, your walls clenching around him, head thrown back and your mouth opening in an ‘o’ shape. Your moans grew louder and louder, Sebastian placing his fingers in your mouth so that not every bystander in the street would hear you. "Fuck, Seb, you're so good to me."

The feeling of your tongue swirling around the tips of his fingers spurred him on to his own orgasm. The sensation you were giving him reminding him of how good you made him feel when he’s in your mouth.

Sebastian’s heavy groan filled the room as his head hit the pillow below him. Your tongue swirled around the slit in the tip of his cock teasingly, fingers stroking up and down the part you weren't touching.

You kissed him from top to bottom, placing one last longing kiss to his tip. Hollowing out your cheeks you took him in one, the tip knocking the back of your throat instantly.

Already you felt the tears leaving your eyes from the closing of your throat around him, viciously trying to force him out of your mouth. Your hands stroked what your mouth couldn't get, the two feelings only adding to his pleasure.

Rough german words slipped from his mouth, mixing with the moans and groans he let out. "I love you so much." His hand found a place in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pushing your head down further.

Your body fell on his, a thin layer of sweat covering both your skins as you both attempted to catch your breath. Seb still deep inside you, holding his cum in you, neither wanting to move.

Glancing over at the trophy beside you, you smiled, turning back to face Seb, who had an equally as happy grin on his face. “So when i win my second-“

“Don’t push it.”

#sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel fluff #sebastian vettle one shot #sebastian vettel fic #sebastian vettel imagine #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 fic #f1 imagine #sebastian vettel imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #scudevils

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Sweetpeapoppy Fic Masterpost

Mark Webber/Fernando Alonso:

Found (E) - Found Again (M) || I Care (M) || Happy 200th to Me (E) || In One Word (M) || My King, My Lord, My Warrior (E) - My King, My Lord, My Warrior - Alternative Ending (M) || Missing You (M) || This is Love (E) - This is Our Love (M) - This is Your Love: Part 1 (M) || At Your Service (M) || Seen/Unseen (M) || Discovery (M) || See/Hear (M) || Discovery (M) || First Time for Everything (M) || Mi amigo, Mi amor (M) || Undisclosed Desires (M) || Mile High (M) || A Question of Trust (E) || Control (E) || 24 Drabbles of Le Mans (in chapter) - 24 Drabbles of Le Mans: 2015 (in chapter) || You, It’s You (M) || Ours (T) || Morning Glory (M) || Goodnight Kiss (T) || Worth the Risk (M) || Happy Birthday Fernando (T) - Happy Birthday Mark (M) || Breakfast in Bed (M) || You’ll Live Forever (T) || One Click, That’s all it Takes (T) || The Tale of the Pirate and the Merman (T) || Take Me Home (M) || Forever Can Take a While (T) || What he saw on Instagram (T) || From a Different Perspective (G) || It’s Just Coffee (T) || #BurntArse (M) || Por Favor Papi (M) || All the Best Bud (T) || No Words Needed (G) || The First Birthday (T) || Edge (E) || Easter Bunnies (G) || The Bonds That Keep Us Apart, Are The Ones That Bind Us Together (E)

Jenson Button/Mark Webber/Fernando Alonso:

Two Hundred (M) || Feliz Doscientos (M) || Happy 200th to Me (M) || Happy Birthoday (M) || Home Grand Prix (T)

Ricciardo/Vergne:

Summer Loving (M) || Whoops (T) || From Us, To Your and Him (M) || Sorry Bro (M)

Carlos Sainz/Mitch Evans:

Celebrare! (M) || It’s a Secret (M) || Too Hot. Hot Damn (M) || Singapore prep. Sauna. 50 degrees (M)

Jean-Eric Vergne/Andre Lotterer:

Gentle (T) || Champagne (M) || We Almost Had It All (M) || Thirty Kisses/Love At First Sight (M) || Are you my Valentine or not? (M)

Collections:

A Very Merry Christmas Advent Calendar 2015 (T) || Team Grabby Hands AUs (in chapter) || Webbonso Meme Prompts (M) || Tumblr Prompts (T) || One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You (in chapters)

F1 2014 Season:

Australia (T) || Malaysia (T) || Bahrain (T) || China (T) || Spain (M) || Monaco (M) || Canada (M) || Austria (T) || Silverstone (T) || Germany (T) || Hungary (E) || Summer Break (M) || Belgium (M) || Monza (M) || Singapore (M) || Japan (T) || Russia (T) || America (M) || Brazil (M) || Abu Dhabi (M) || The Off Season (M)

Multiple Ships:

It’s late for everyone apart from us (M) || Adeus (M) || Christmas Presents (M) || You’ll Be Okay (M) || Valentine’s Days (M) || In One Word... (M) || Not Lost a Thing (M) || Lessons Learned (M) - Lessons Learned: Reunion (M) || Do Come In (E) || Merry Christmas, Sorry for Interrupting (M) || Stay the Night, What Could Possibly Go Wrong? (M) || Inside is a Fantasy (E)

Other:

Listen (M) Vettel/Rocky || Salt, Tequila, Lime (M) Grosjean/Perez || Claim (M) Webber/Huovinen || Don’t Lie to Me (M) Petrov/Senna || Favourite (M) Button/Webber || Half Windsor (M) Button/Vettel || A Little Slice of Heaven (G) Button/Webber || Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (M) Button/Magnussen || Razor (M) Alonso/Raikkonen || Traffic (M) Grosjean/Perez || Before the Flag Drops (M) Webber/Vergne || Sand (M) Webber/Ricciardo || Impossible (G) Massa/Smedley || In Your Own Time (T) Alonso/Button || At The Car Wash (T) Hulkenberg/Gutierrez || Friction (M) Button/Rosberg || Why Now? (T) Kvyat/Sainz || Playing with Fire (T) Button/Rosberg || It’s All About Closeness (M) Button/Vettel || Cam Boy (M) - Cam Boy Got Caught (E) Hamilton/Ricciardo || So Say Goodbye (T) Di Resta/Hulkenberg || Respect (M) Button/Hamilton || He Said Yes (E) Alonso/Ricciardo

#fic masterpost #masterpost #f1 fanfic #f1 fan fic #f1 fic #fe fic #fe fanfic #fe fan fic #long post #fic

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2009 Chinese Grand Prix - Sebastian Vettel(ft. Mark Webber & Jenson Button)(not pictured: Parc Fermé )

#sebmarkson podiums are my absolute fav i love them smmmmm!!!! my fav ot3!!! <3 #look at mark and jenson clapping for him wahhhh #ive mentioned many times but i love this podium ot3 bcs it just makes seb look especially tiny even when hes standing on the top step #but i find it kinda funny that jenson is so much more affectionate with seb(the non-teammate who just beat him) compared to mark #the 2009 sebmarkson dynamic: sebson with seb fan worship x top dog jenson x mark live slug reacting to them in the corner #tho mark and seb's parc ferme synchronicity is very cute #but goddddddd jenson is so touchy with him hehehe #ALSO THAT CHAMPAGNE SPRAYING #have you guys seen the pics of that moment??? absolutely insane and so extremely obscene #sorry for cutting out mark and jenson's trophies i cant help but focus these primarily on the race winner #i mentioned this in the last race post bcs both of these have similar settings(wet race near sundown) #but god ill never get over how bad the lighting is especially since is one of my fav races/podiums #like im obsessed over it but then i look at the pics with the lighting of a bad horror movie and im so ughhhhhhh #sebastian vettel #mark webber #jenson button #sv5 #jb22 #sebson #sebmark #martian #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #2009 chinese gp #2009 chinese grand prix #we do a little bit of f1 #(2009: 3/17 races watched) #^ 17 races feels so short compared to 2023

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and if u are still going… top 5 champagne martian pics too

I am always up for champagne pics! They are my favorite genre of F1 picture!! The vibe is certainly something

1. Australia 2016 of course :)

2. China 2009(yeah I like it a lot okay)

3. Brazil 2011

4. Spain 2010

5. Germany 2009

#so he likes getting sprayed in the mouth huh *gets shot* #sebson was much easier tbh bcs they just ignore everyone else on the podium #i feel like martian are often salty abt each other on the podium shdjkfk #though they do hold hands a lot! #but like i said w the other one its kinda funny that for basically all of the iconic champagne pics #seb mark and jenson are usually there #the champagne trio <3 #i like that we still got champagne pics of them even after mark retired #also lowkey kinda hilarious that mark is p1 in most of these #i kinda feel like mark got a bit jealous when seb would win and didnt spray him 🫢 #anyways i think most of my champagne pics are sebson haha for good reason #catie.asks. #martian #sebmark