KSNFIDHE YES!!

i am the worst person to sit beside watching the brawn documentary because they’ll be talking about something very interesting and important and then the camera pans to baby seb for a split second and i have to shout SEB!!!!! and point at the tv

shapes of you - s.v5

this is being created because I was telling @timetoracewrites​ about the different shapes of seb and now I’m making this post – also because anytime I see that man, I go 🥰Seb🥰

anyways nsfw under the cut as always whores <3

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I bet with seb, baby leclerc wouldn't (or wouldn't be able to) keep him as a secret for so long. The girl is obssesed with him and the man kisses the ground she walks on, they're just so smitten to each other. But I wonder whether in this case, seb has children or not because if he does — like imagine the whole family is obsessed with her too😭🥹 seb children be like “can we have her live with us” and seb was all like “id like that to happen too”

🫣🫣🫣 i mean, their age gap is alr quite significant and if seb already has a baby, the baby would have to be around five to balance out the age gap... but!! dilf seb is very hard to resist so,, maybe 😩😩😩

"i don't wanna go." his daughter stubbornly looks away from him, squirming to get away from his opened arms and deeper into your embrace. she practically looked at him like he was her long time enemy, and she sought refuge into your arms.

"schatz, we had an agreement." sebastian continued to coax his girl, who was undeniably besotted by you— disinterested in leaving your house, and you altogether. "you said you'd be good, and listen to papa. we need to go home now, y/n has things to do." his voice was tinged with helplesness, now very familiar with this dance as they've shared the same stalemate dozens of times until—

his daughter sniffles. your heart practically melted into a puddle, and you couldn't help but hug her tighter to you. as if sharing her same fear that you will be separated.

"chéri," you look up at sebastian, grasping his hand. "i can reschedule. we can stay in, and watch more tangled, and cuddle." you utter softly.

"you keep spoiling her, baby." sebastian has hints of exasperation in his tone, but the smile creeping on his face betrayed him as he leans down to press a long kiss on your lips.

"i barely see her anymore, i should have cleared my schedule as early as yesterday." you murmur, resting your cheek on the top of her head as she giggles in delight, now as familiar with this dance to know she's won the negotiations once more.

sebastian laughs, pressing a kiss to both your head as he stands up to grab the remote and replenish the snacks.

"you should live with us! so we don't have to be apart! we can hang out everydayyyyy!"

you laugh at her enthusiastic prattle, looking up at her smug father who's been tirelessly convincing you of pretty much, the same thing.

"work those eyes shatz, so we'd have her living with us by the end of the month!"

give you my wild

{sebastian vettel x fem!reader}

in which you think sebastian might make a really good dad. (inspired by this post and this video.)

warnings: yeah it’s smutty (i mean what else do i write) - unprotected sex with him coming inside her, risky public (semi-public) fucking, hold the moan vibes, slightest dom/sub moments, talk about having kids with each other, dirty talk with begging and some references to breeding / getting knocked up.

He’s busy signing autographs that morning, and it’s not an unusual sight for you to see him doing these trite little media appearances, but this time around - it’s a little different.

A chubby-cheeked baby has been placed on his table, and Sebastian is immediately taken with her, handing her a set of cards which she grabs onto readily. She giggles when he makes a silly face, and in her excitement, tosses around the set of photos of himself that he was supposed to sign. Seb laughs, and hands her another photo, only for her to throw that one away as well, but he grins and ruffles her hair with so much pride and happiness, as if she were doing something so incredibly astounding to him. Your heart squeezes in your chest, watching him play with this baby with such natural ease, you feel a strange longing for something you never even knew you wanted until this point. The last straw, simply, is when he completely abandons the signing of his photo cards altogether, and takes her in his arms to swing her around gently, making her shriek with laughter.

He looks so good already, but with a baby in his arms? You could barely breathe thinking about it.

Later, when he’s reminded that he’s running on a tight schedule, he reluctantly gets back in the seat with the baby in one hand, signing marker in the other. She ends up playing with his collar, and Seb nuzzles her a little while trying to make it through the rest of the photo cards as quickly as he can.

You come over to him just as he’s finished with the last few, and he looks up at you, his eyes all shiny and full of delight as he gestures at the baby who now smiles up at you. “Isn’t she so cute?”

You nod, unable to keep at bay your feelings of tenderness for him. “Looks like you were having a good time, Seb. I’ve never seen you so happy to do photo-card signings.”

“Well, I’ve never had such a good companion until now.” He finishes the last one with a flourish, and sets them aside. He offers to let you carry the baby, but you insist he keeps her in his arms, wanting to prolong the view a little longer of him cuddling her, fussing over her.

He’d be such a good father.

You eventually lean in to whisper to him, “I want one.”

“This one’s already taken, I’m afraid.” He grins, handing the beaming toddler back to her mother and waving goodbye. He reaches for your hand and walks with you towards his next media interview.

You squeeze his hand. “I want one of ours, then.”

His eyes flash with an excitement. “Yeah?”

You lean up to murmur into his ear. “Yeah. Want one, or a couple, maybe.” You pause, gauging his reaction, his smile. You let your voice drop a little lower, your whisper a little softer now so you can say, “Want you, actually, to fill me up so good. Over and over until you put a baby inside me, Seb.”

The swift intake of his breath is so, so sexy. He swallows, stopping at a discreet corner and pulls you in. His hand comes to curl around your waist as he tugs you in closer. “Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you bare?”

You nod, staring at his lips with such longing that he makes a rough noise. You’ve never done that before with him. “Want to feel all of you, Seb.”

You press your hips against him and grind slowly, until his mouth parts and his eyes get that unmistakably dazed look when his brain fogs over with lust. He looks around in a half-protective measure, wanting to see if anyone’s looking. You don’t care, leaning in to land a kiss on the slope of his neck that stretches out before you, and Seb makes a sound of surprise, fingers tightening on you. He likes this, you can tell, from how his pulse races under your mouth.

“Not here,” he groans, a hand unable to stop itself from reaching down to squeeze a handful of your ass. “So naughty, darling. People will see…”

You pull back with a look of determination he knows so well. “Then drag me somewhere now and fuck me… please?”

You watch the flush on his cheeks spread prettily, and you feel an answering throb between your legs. He looks so turned on and your mind’s only focused on having him inside you, now.

The paddock’s swarming with people, but somehow he finds an empty little room with a tiny sofa and the flimsiest lock you’d ever seen, but it’s right beside a media station and you have never been so aware of the fact that you’re doing something so dangerous - so impulsive. But all coherent thoughts instantly vanish when Seb is right there in front of you - looking distinctly impatient to have you.

He presses you against the cold metal of the room’s walls and has his fingers in your hair so he can kiss you with an urgency that’s thrilling. You moan when your hips grind against his, frantic, wanting, feeling him already hard for you and what you’re promising.

“So fucking impatient,” he half-complains, as your fingers stroke over the hard on straining at the front of his jeans. He rolls his hips back into your hand and your eyes dart up back to his, watching him melt into your touch. He doesn’t need to ask for permission when you’re this willing and desperate for him, and so, when he can’t stand your torture any more, he turns you over almost a shade roughly, dragging you over the arm rest of the couch, pressing his hand to the small of your back and bending you over so that he can have you prone for him. You whimper, feeling perfectly at ease in this submissive posture, perfect for being filled up and bred.

He hikes up your skirt, hands grabbing the curve of your ass which he can’t resist touching. “No underwear?” He makes a sound of delighted disbelief.

You turn back and wink at him. “We were running late - remember?” And the way his eyes heat up at the memory of this morning, where he’d been so distracted by you, gets you hot all over. “Besides,” you say as he unzips himself and takes out his cock, stroking it through your dripping cunt and slicking himself up with all of your wetness, “being near you, seeing you here in your element, being so good with kids, with everything you do…” Your breath hitches when the tip of his cock slides against your clit, “you always ruin any pair of panties I wear.”

He chuckles and leans down to put a hand over the back of your neck, stroking the slope of it with his thumb. “No. You deliberately did this to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”

“Me? Never.” You keep your tone light, but there’s anything but innocence in the way you push your hips back to feel more of his cock against you.

Seb exhales sharply and he squeezes your neck in warning, his cock resting obscenely along your folds. “You’re going to get us both in trouble like this.”

You hum, spreading your legs and shifting your hips so that there’s no mistaking what you want. “You like getting in trouble with me, don’t you? Love it when I push you to your limit.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on his face, but he doesn’t admit this. He leans over you, pushing just the tip of his dick inside you. “You know just how to make me crazy,” he says, kissing your shoulder, and you shiver against him. “Fuck. You feel so good like this.”

He’s right - it feels criminally good to have him bare like this for the first time - everything feels heightened, more sensitive, and you reach back to grab him, to let him know how good that is. He wraps his other arm around your midsection, a slow, deliberate pause before he says coyly, “you better hold on to something, sweetheart.”

Fuck. The sharp jolt of heat skitters down your spine as you wrap your fingers around the arm he’s put around you, squeezing to let him know he’s the one you’re going to want to hold on to, when it gets too much - too intense.

“Please fuck me,” you beg, shifting back impatiently until he grunts. “Seb… please fill me all the way up.”

He nips at your shoulder, “well… because you asked so nicely…”

He thrusts inside you in one smooth stroke, and you both gasp at the new sensation - so much, so good. You clench around him involuntarily, digging your fingers into his arm as he shivers slightly against you. “Oh my god, Seb.”

He grimaces in pained pleasure. “Don’t fucking move. I need a minute.”

The fact that you’ve got him barely able to control himself, that you’re going to be his undoing, sends a surge of heat so fierce, right between your legs. “Thirty seconds. Need to feel you move, please.”

He chuckles, in that agonised sort of way that betrays how much he wants to feel that, too. “This will be over in thirty seconds if you rush me.”

You make a frustrated little sound. “Don’t care… want you, please.”

A switch seems to flip inside him, and the hand at the back of your neck slides into the base of your scalp, threading fingers through your hair until he can drag you back, tugging at the strands until you gasp. “Such a fucking brat,” he murmurs in a low register you don’t hear often - but it’s fucking hot. “Always so whiny.”

Awareness prickles along your skin as he pulls almost all the way out of you, before thrusting back inside fast, hard, making you cry out. “Is that how you want it, hm?” His gruff voice holds a thin measure of patience. “Is this what you want me to do to you?”

“Yes,” you hiss out, feeling wholly consumed by him, by his domineering side taking over. “Seb, please - exactly like that.”

“Good.” He groans. “That’s how I’m going to fuck you. And that’s how I’m going to come inside you.”

He begins to fuck you with a punishing sort of rhythm - deep, hard, but it aches so good, having him so fierce and urgent and almost savage. You grip his arm so tight you’re sure he’s going to bruise, as the obscene sounds of your fucking fill the room. This, you think, will be your undoing. You cry out as he hits this sweet spot inside you that makes you seize up - buck against him, and he has to hush you. “People are going to hear,” he chides, but the tremble in his voice tells you he likes it like that - the danger, the risk. “Be quiet, love.”

But you can’t be quiet - not when he’s thrusting into you with a rhythm that seems designed to make you come way, way too quickly. “Seb,” you shudder, “fuck, you feel too good. I can’t… can’t be quiet.”

He smirks, his smug mouth kissing behind your ear. “I know, sweetheart. But you have to try to be a good girl for me.”

You nod shakily, biting down on your bottom lip. “Always.”

He releases your hair from his firm grip, slipping his fingers into his mouth to wet them as he reaches down to stroke teasing circles around your clit, and this time, you gasp out and squeeze your cunt around him, because it’s indecently good. You can hear people in the next room getting ready, murmuring small talk, and your stomach tightens with awareness.

“Imagine if they heard you getting fucked,” he murmurs, the words an incendiary force to get you even hotter than you thought possible. “Imagine them all knowing you were walking around, no panties, with my cum inside you. Dripping out of you.”

You buck into him, making this keening sound. “Fuck. I need it, Seb. I’m almost…”

Seb’s panting now, feeling you spiral against him, closer and closer to the edge, feeling your wetness coat his fingers. “You gonna come, huh?”

You can only make sounds now, having been reduced to barely incoherent moans, so you whimper, your whole body tensing up - an answer that’s so unmistakeable to him.

“Be quiet when you do,” he warns, and you shake your head, mouth parting already as the sensations he builds inside you grow too much - too overwhelming. He releases your torso just in time to press a hand over your mouth, muffling the scream that you make as you come so hard, against him, you almost push his cock out. It’s him that groans instead, swearing in a mix of German and English, thrusting erratically now that he can feel your cunt tightening, enveloping him like vise.

“Please,” you plead with him, the words coming out almost slurred from how dazed you feel, in the throes of your orgasm. “Seb, knock me up, please.”

And doesn’t that just do it for him.

His breath punches out as he comes, and he swears your name into the sweaty base of your neck, trembling. You can feel each throb, each spurt inside you - and it’s ridiculous how base and animalistic it feels to be satisfied like this - to feel so intimately connected by the way he comes inside you.

He doesn’t pull away immediately, but catches his breath by laving kisses along your sensitive neck, as you moan brokenly against him. His fingers are gentle now, coming up to tip your chin towards him so that he can kiss your mouth with a tenderness that steals your breath, every time.

You could spend all day kissing him, languishing in the afterglow, but you’re mindful that you’ve already stolen him away for way too long, and that soon they’re going to be looking for him.

Even though he protests, you have to be the responsible one, pushing him back from more kisses and dressing him up again, helping him look presentable for the media. His hair’s a lost cause, and the bruises on his arm will definitely look suspicious, but you do the best you can, and send him out with a final, lingering kiss.

Later, as you sit at the back of the interview room, behind rows of journalists and reporters, they ask him, once, about whether he’s ready to be a father, especially given that he was pictured so adorably with a baby earlier on.

A wide grin appears on his face, and he glances not so subtly at you, making you flush from the memory of your escapade with him earlier. “Well, I think… it really doesn’t take too long to make one, does it?”

The room erupts in scattered laughs. That’s your Seb, of course. Always ready with a silly quip.

The journalist probes, referencing his longstanding metaphor of racing for having a family. “So do you think you’re finally ready to come out of free practice?”

The twinkle in his eyes is so endearing to you, but even more touching are the words that come from him, directed straight at you. “Yeah. Definitely ready for that.”

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I was wondering why I was so crazy these few days and I checked my period app - yep, turns out there’s a reason why my brain has been a non-stop filth factory. It is what it is. Anyone else get like this? I hate it. Don’t ever want kids, but the way this fic poured out of me so readily and quickly is a little concerning.

Please enjoy this unfiltered, very insane fic that i rushed to edit - and yes don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten the charlos blindfold fic that was promised!

Hope you liked it! Would love to know what you thought <3

love, ivy

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so i'll take the nightshift

sebastian and his ex wife have a chat after the last weeks events

part one here

wc: 1.3k words

cw: absent father? again not intentional

It had been a week since you had admitted to both yourself and your daughter that you missed Sebastian. In that week, he had been at your apartment first thing on Monday morning to pick her up so that he could spend his week with her, since he had already missed her birthday - which was truly no fault of his own - he had vowed he would treat her like the princess you both knew she was for the whole week he was able to spend with her. You knew that Sebastian was a great father, in your daughter's eyes? The best - even if her mommy and daddy didn't live together, she knew that they both loved her with everything that they had. Your week without her had been peaceful enough, managing to get all the housework that needed done did before her arrival - But the silence that came with the lack of her had you deep in your thoughts, as you remembered your admittance of missing your ex-husband: You were hoping that she wouldn't relay what you had said to Sebastian.

You were sat on the couch, Sebastians throw blanket tucked around you - You couldn't bare to get rid of it after you had separated, everything else was fair game, but part of you didn't want Sebastian out of your life entirely, you still loved him and missed him dearly. Hearing the door knock, you paused the movie playing on the TV, your daughter had already walked in on you watching a horror movie before, and you would rather not want to go through that again. Keeping Sebastians blanket wrapped around you, you heaved yourself up off of the couch and shuffled to the front door, opening it and seeing your daughter asleep in her father's arms.

"Oh, hey," You greeted him, your heart stopping as you realised that this was really the first time you had come face to face with your ex since you had admitted missing him, the Monday past where he had picked her up, you had been too busy getting her ready to really have a minute to process your feelings.

"Hi, I don't know if she's pretending to be asleep or not but she's not waking up," He smiled at her and then you, and you returned the smile, remembering the days where she would be pretending to be asleep to get you or Sebastian to carry her into the house. "Can I come in?" Sebastian asked you, you nodded in response, stepping aside to let him come into your apartment.

"How was she?" You asked him, brushing her blonde curls out of her face as she slept peacefully in her father's arms. Sebastian smiled, he held so much love for the daughter that you and him had created and loved nothing more than getting to spend time with her - well, he loved one thing maybe a bit more.

"She was great, I'm sure she'll tell you all about it when she wakes up, she's really talkative now, huh?" You chuckled at Sebastians words and nodded, you knew all too well how chatty your daughter could be, especially when she was excited or had something fun to tell you.  You sighed as you realised that you couldn't deal with the conflict that you felt within you anymore, you needed to talk to Sebastian about how you were feeling, about how your daughter was feeling.

"Seb, can we talk?" You asked him, placing a hand on your daughter's small back and then looking up at Sebastian, who nodded in response to your question. "You can put her to bed if you want, her room is down the hall and to the left." He smiled and nodded, internally fighting the urge to place a small kiss on your lips like he would always do. You paced your living room as you thought of how to vocalise your feelings without bursting into tears.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Sebastian asked you, as he settled down on your couch and watched as you sat down beside him, playing with the bracelet that your daughter had made you. You sighed, knowing that if you didn't do this now, then you never would. 

"(Name) missed you last week, she was devastated when you didn't make it to her party," You started telling him, your heart breaking as you remembered the heart break of your daughter as she told you of her upset at the absence of her father at her party. "And I had to tell her the same thing that I used to tell myself, that it was because this was your job and that you couldn't help it and then she said that she missed you and then I said-"

"That you miss me too," Sebastian cut you off, frowning as he looked at you. "She told me, I was putting her to bed and she told me that you were upset because you missed me." Your heart stopped as you sighed, rubbing your face.

"The worst part is that I mean it, Sebastian," You told him. "I miss you, but I don't miss you being gone all of the time, not hearing your voice for days because of the time differences, but now I have to make the same excuses I made for myself for you being gone to our daughter, Sebastian." Your voice was wavering and you knew that at any point, you would burst into tears and his next words would determine the possibility of that. He reached forward to hold your hand as he always did when he could tell that you were getting worked up, even separated, he still knew you so well.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm going to be retiring at the end of this season," He dropped the biggest bomb you had possibly ever heard. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him, you didn't understand - Sebastian loved his career, so why is he giving it up.

"What? Sebastian, you love racing," You voiced. Sebastian chuckled as he shook his head, still holding your hand in his.

"I do, but I love you and (Name) more, and I don't want to miss out on any more of our girl growing up," He told you, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you gained some sort of inkling where this was going - were you ready for this again? Was he being genuine? Of course he was. Again, even separated, you knew your ex well. "And I'm not expecting you to take me back straight away, I know me being gone so often really hurt you in ways that I could never imagine, but I would really like for us to try again. I still love you, Y/N. I think I always will love you." 

You didn't even think over his offer of trying again before you threw yourself into his arms, craving the feelings of his touch after being starved of it for so long. You were getting your Sebastian back. 

"I don't think I ever stopped loving you, Seb," You cried, looking into his eyes which mirrored your daughters perfectly. He laughed as he looked into yours, finding nothing but the woman he had loved since their first meeting, the woman who was the mother of his beautiful daughter, the woman he loved.

"Me neither, my love."

Maybe this time, things wouldn't be the same, but better. 

note: idk whether I love or hate this pls give me some feedback to work with

This maybe the daddy issues talking but my god who gave these assholes the right to look this fine 😭😭

My favorite blonde twinks 😋🥸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm, why’d you go out with him then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna taste?” Sebastian asked.

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

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

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

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i think sugar daddy jenson fav sex position, could be also doggy style with the reader having a tattoo on her ass cheek (maybe the #22 , his f1 number)

I'd have to laugh if it was on her ass but maybe her hip?? 

the two of you were in bed, Jenson’s laying on his stomach, his arm draped over your stomach. your fingers ran over the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing over it. 

you had always admiring his tattoos and you were thinking about getting on yourself but you’d start small - maybe the size of his button tattoo. 

he was away for a trip this upcoming weekend and when he wasn't home, you stayed out of trouble or at least tried too. the timing of your friend telling you that she was going to get a tattoo done was all too convenient, so you just had to go. 

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the house was quiet, you had just gotten out of the shower when the front door unlocked. you hear him shouting for you and you tell him you're changing and you’ll be down in a second. 

does jenson ever listen? no. 

he found you in the bedroom on your underwear, he can’t help but notice the darker spot by your hip. “what’s that?” he asks, walking over to take a closer look. 

you turn to show him your hip, “do you like it?” 

upon taking a closer look, jenson realized there’s a little 22 on your hip. “that’s my number.” 

“I know. do you like it?” 

"I do.” he smiles, his hand resting over it when he kisses you. 

the two of you go about your afternoon, relax, hang out, have dinner. it wasn't until you were in bed that jenson pulled you back to him, your back pressed to his chest when he pull your leg over his. 

he fucks you like that, the way you were laying left your tattoo uncovered, letting his fingers trace over the two 2s. 

“you know you’re mine, now?” 

“wasn't I always?” 

goddamn.

bbg is serving cunt

Movie Night | Fernando Alonso

It was supposed to be an innocent movie night, it really was. Except you were completely and utterly turned on- not wanting to admit it because Fernando seemed so excited to watch this movie. You really wouldn't be in the desperate state you were if he hadn't come out of the shower, dripping wet and leaning on the door frame and all- you really were set up for failure.

So there you were, head on his shoulder, with his arm wrapped around you as you clenched and rubbed your thighs together to get some friction going. You could feel his calloused hands rub your shoulder occasionally and that was not helping at all- it was actually doing the exact opposite, it was making you so desperate and needy you felt like you could scream. Jus the feel of his hands against your skin burning desires into you. But he seemed so interested in the movie and just didn't seem as horny as you were, plus you felt bad since this was the first time in a while where you two managed to sit together and relax. Except for you though, you were definitely not relaxed.

You frankly had no idea what you were watching, you'd even manage to forget the name of the movie in the haze you were in. All you focused and cared about were his stupid grey sweatpants and how good his arms looked through his t-shirt and good he'd feel if he just fucked you into the couch right now-

"Is the movie not good?" He asked, face turned to yours, smirk tugging on his lips.

"No no, it's great." You chirped, lying as to cover up your thoughts. Even after all this time, he still made you all flustered.

"Hm, yeah you like it?" He asked, now completely turned to you, his face exhibiting a sort of cockiness you were far too familiar with; he had caught onto your lie and was going to make you admit to it.

"Yeah, it's nice, I'm glad we get to do this." You smiled nuzzling into him to distract him.

"Yeah, yeah." He replied, kissing your head and drawing circles on your arm before chuckling and continuing, "Except I've noticed something."

You shut your eyes in his chest, you knew where he was taking this conversation.

"You seem a bit, uh, distracted." Without seeing his face, you could tell he was smirking.

"Oh really? yeah sorry I must be uh, zoning out." Now you had to hold your ground, you weren't going to give up so easily.

"Hm yeah, is that why you were rubbing your thighs during a funeral scene?" He asked, almost unable to contain the laugh that vibrated through his chest. "Is there something you want to tell me? Cariño are you getting turned on at funeral scenes? Or is something else on your mind?"

The blood was rushing straight to your face. You were so distracted that you hadn't noticed that he'd not only see you rub your thighs, but he was fully aware of your lack of interest in the film.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You huffed, pretending to be offended.

"Hm, you don't?" He asked, pulling you away from him so he could see your face.

"Nope." You lied again, despite knowing that he was on your case. You couldn't even look him in the eye, nor could you look at any other part of him, his arms holding you felt so good, your thoughts were at the verge of wandering away again, despite your circumstances.

"You're not turned on?" He asked again, eyes crinkling on the sides from his smirk.

"Nope." You couldn't get any other word out, afraid that your lie would get caught.

He didn't reply this time, only pushing you further away till your back hit the couch, making your eyes widen in response. His silence made you nervous, his devilish smirk not aiding your cause. He brought his face close to yours, close enough where you could feel his breath on your lips. One of his hands propping him over you, while the other slid down your waist, pausing at the hem of your panties, stretching it and letting go abruptly, the noise clearly audible despite the movie in the background. Your yelp only made him chuckle.

"You know I don't like it when you lie y'know."

"But I'm not lying." You whined, trying to get yourself out of the trouble you'd be in momentarily.

"You're not? What if I put my hands in your little soaking panties to check, hm?" He asked, his hands already making their way to your very wet entrance. "Oh, would you look at that, my naughty little girl was lying."

You gulped, eyes fixated on his, chest heaving against his, anticipating his every move. You knew how hot he'd get when he'd punish you, and you knew that despite your futile efforts, that movie had been long forgotten between you two.

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A/N: I don't talk about my second favourite Spaniard enough, god he's so hot I need him like I need air.

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