#Sebastain Vettel
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octobernightt · 3 months ago
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i Could write something sort of insane about charles entering in his photo while seb leaves, but like you don’t need me to. it’s all right there.
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chandelier-s-notebook · 15 days ago
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A Train of Children Drowning in Nest Materials
6.6k, Lestappen + (Practically) Everybody & (Practically) Everybody, Rating: G
A Red Bull not-a-Pup, a Red Bull Pup, an Ex-Red Bull Pup, an honorary Red Bull Pup, Kimi, and Charles’ son walk into the Formula One Paddock. Charles Leclerc understands why five out of six grid pups gravitated towards Max Verstappen’s den instead of his nest, but that doesn’t mean his nest doesn’t feel woefully empty anyways. OR: Ollie Bearman goes for the best son award; Max and Charles bother their respective parents about their respective crushes; and everybody else clings to their group chats for survival.
Happy Holidays, y'all. This was a Secret Santa gift for @kuolonsyoja, and I hope you all enjoy it.
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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 28 days ago
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If you’re still taking requests: sebson mistletoe matchmakers, one of those 5+1 things, like they use mistletoe together other drivers and the one time others do it to them
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❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃
day 12: mistletoe — jenson button x sebastian vettel (+ webbonso, brocedes, maxiel)
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note: happy christmas everybody!! thank you for the request! btw, i will probably reduce the days becuse 1 i have not that many fanfic ideas 2 december is coming to an end and 3 sadly i have to study for my exams. but keep the requests coming :) i’ll do my best to fulfil them. ps: mark sneak in the pic but it does give the idea of a christmas party. i also couldn’t think of 5 couples from the old grid so i’ll give you 3 lmao hope it’s enough. i enjoyed writing this A LOT.
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That year drivers’ dinner was organized in a big villa. The atmosphere was beautiful, everyone was having fun. But you know what was funnier?. Jenson and Sebastian’s plan to pull a prank on the other drivers by mysteriously making appear a mistletoe above their heads. After all, what’s better than playing matchmakers?
The first pair they wanted to fall in their trap were obviously Mark and Fernando. Not only because those two were dancing around each other for years by now, but also because they were undoubtedly the easiest target, assuming that two people who became extremely touchy at any given time would be the most likely to kiss. Their assumption revealed itself, in fact, correct.
It wasn’t even that difficult: the two of them were already talking together in a side of the room. All it took was for Jenson to hang the mistletoe above them with a broom handle while Sebastian proceeded to distract them.
The two friends, as expected, weren’t very pleased with Seb interrupting their conversation, and they quickly dismissed him by ignoring him.
“They really wanted alone time.” Sebastian stated with a smirk on his face, once he was back to Jenson.
“Well, let’s see how it plays out. But not from here.” Jenson took Sebastian by his arm and pulled him in the hallway, from where they would’ve had a better visual.
Just as planned, Mark’s head bumped into the mistletoe, and both of them looked upwards. Fernando’s face turned to a shade of red once he understood the situation.
“Oh.” Mark’s eyes were back on Fernando, who was trying his best to find something else to look at. “I haven’t seen many mistletoes around, we must have ended up under the only one.”
“Si, I guess.” The Spaniard was clearly wishing he could dig a grave for himself in the floor. A small grave would have been enough for his size, he wouldn’t take that much to make it.
The taller man seemed uncomfortable too, but overall more collected. “Should we follow the tradition? I mean, if you’re in for it, of course.”
Fernando blushed even more if possible, but nodded nonetheless. “It’s just a tradition, after all.”
Mark didn’t let himself be told twice. He leaned down and pressed his lips on his friend’s. Fernando welcomed the kiss, holding him by his shoulder, while the Aussie’s hands fell down to grab his snatched waist.
Jenson and Sebastian exchanged an accomplice look. That was the sign for them to continue with their mission. It suddenly got extremely fun.
Their next target were the two inseparable best friends, because what was funnier than threaten to break a sexual tension lasting years with a Christmas kiss?
This time was even easier to place them right where they wanted. They hung up the mistletoe in the isolated hallway they have been. Jenson then began a conversation with Nico, subtly leading him in that direction, while Sebastian did the same with Lewis. Once they were all together in the designed spot, Jenson and Seb found a way out and left the two alone, under the infamous plant. They sat on a table where they could watch them from afar without being seen.
It was quite frustrating at the beginning, since those two didn’t seem to realize where they happened to be, too busy doe-eyeing each other. That, until a berry fell on Lewis’ shoulder.
“I can’t believe they really put mistletoes around here.” said Nico, picking up the berry from the Brit’s suit.
“That must be why Mark and Fernando were passionately making out before.”
Nico chuckled, remembering the sight. “Care to imitate them?”
Lewis froze suddenly. He was never out of words, but in that moment he really couldn’t find anything meaningful to say, so he just stayed silent.
“What? You don’t think your masculinity can handle it?” Nico teased him, stepping forward to cancel the empty space between them. “Or you’d rather take it and use it to kiss some pretty girl?”
Lewis didn’t believe there could ever exist a girl prettier than Nico. “Is it a challenge?” And God knew how much he loved challenges.
“I don’t know, would you accept it?”
Lewis took Nico’s face in his hand and pulled him in a kiss.
Seb gave Jenson the high five. It was proving all easier than expected.
They decided to have a drink or two before concentrating on their next victims.
“I must say I didn’t think it would’ve gone so smooth. Why is everyone tonight so fucking horny?” Sebastian said in a softer tone, careful not to be heard by anyone but his accomplice, and they both shared a laugh.
“Look,” Jenson got closer to his friend “tell me he’s not dying to kiss Verstappen from the moment he stepped in this place tonight.” He pointed discreetly at Daniel Ricciardo, sat in a table not too far from them, who was too centered on keeping his eyes on Max to hear what they were saying.
The two appeared in front of the poor boy, blocking his sight. Jenson initiated the talk. “Hey mate, how you doing?”
Daniel snapped instantly back to reality. “Oh. Good, thank you. I was just–“
“Yeah, we know.” Seb stopped him, saving him the awkwardness, then took a mistletoe out of their secret mistletoes bag and handled it to him. “We could have done it for you, but we thought it was more fun if you’d do it yourself.”
The young Aussie looked at the little plant, then at them, a bit confused. Then his big brown eyes widened and his lips parted in realization.
“Max.” Daniel greeted him, after finally finding the courage to approach him.
The boy was sipping casually on his drink. He smiled as soon as he saw his teammate. “Hi Danny. Are you having fun?”
The RedBull driver tried to keep the conversation going until he took the decision: it was finally time to shoot his shot. He sneakily dropped the mistletoe without being seen by his friend, then he slyly dropped down his eyes. “Oh, look. It must have fallen from the ceiling.”
Max frowned, then picked it up and scanned it, turning it around in his hands. “It doesn’t surprise me. Those two are hanging these damn things around since they arrived. Such a childish tradition.”
“Do you think it’s childish?” asked Daniel, finding it hard to hide the disappointed tone. He was usually able to easily break the tension by saying something funny, but in that moment he found himself out of jokes.
“I mean,” Max tucked his hair behind his ear, letting his nervousness shine through. “They’re like the cat and the fox, playing matchmakers, and now everyone is making out. We don’t want them to fool us too, right? Not that I don’t want to kiss you, but– Wait, sorry I didn’t mean it like–” he sighed and shook is head “What am I saying? Sorry, I’m being so bad with words. I just–”
His nonsense rumblings were interrupted when Daniel silenced him with a kiss. Max stiffened at first, but when his friend’s hand found his, he relaxed and kissed him back.
Sebastian and Jenson were watching them satisfied, sipping their second drink. Their game then succeeded most of the times for another hour. At least until they accidentally left their mistletoes bag in a corner of the room to go to the bathroom, and when they were back, it wasn’t there anymore.
“I knew we shouldn’t have gone at the same time.”
So smart of them. “Maybe someone picked it up thinking it was theirs.”
They asked around, but no one seemed to have seen it.
“Has someone lost a navy bag?” Nico Rosberg’s voice resounded suddenly among the people.
“It’s ours!” The two quickly approached the Mercedes driver, soon realizing he wasn’t alone. Lewis was with him, and also Max. And Daniel. And Mark with Fernando. Oh.
The Spaniard had his arms crossed. “I think I’ve seen it there.” He pointed to a door.
Seb and Jenson wasted no time and ran in the said direction. It didn’t take them very much to notice that they ended up in a room full of mistletoes, all hanging from the roof, from the walls, scattered on the floor and all over the furniture. The door closed behind them.
“I think they caught us.” Jenson commented, looking around. The other drivers’ laughters echoed from afar.
“Very perceptive of you.” Sebastian couldn’t help an amused smile.
“We kinda had it coming.” The Brit turned towards him.
“Kinda?” Seb shrugged. “It was inevitable.” His eyes met the other man’s ones, and betrayed his feelings. He couldn’t hide them anymore. “So, what shall we do?”
Jenson tilted his head a bit, his intentions so obvious, so readable on his face. He stepped closer and closer, forcing the other driver to back up against a wall. “Well, it would be very hypocritical of us to avoid the trend at this point.”
“I think so too.” The German’s gaze dropped to his lips.
Jenson trapped him by leaning on the wall with one hand. “May I?” His voice was low and his breathe heavy.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need your British manners with me.”
They smashed their lips together. They explored each other’s mouths, savouring each other’s taste. Sebastian’s hands held him close by behind his neck, while Jenson’s found a way down his body.
When they broke the kiss, they were breathless. Sebastian’s blue doe eyes were still fixated on the other man’s lips. “You know, I think I saw a mistletoe in my hotel room too.”
Jenson chuckled.
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vroom-vrooms · 8 months ago
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begging you can you make other 10 drivers? about shots
Absolutely
[how many shots would it take for f1 drivers to sleep with another man pt. 2]
Fernando: zero, also he has before and he will again
Esteban: 4, but this also applies to how many shots it would take for him to sleep with a woman
Kevin: complicated, zero to suggest it, 3 to actually do it
Daniel: 6, look me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t the man that jokes about it but absolutely panics at the thought of actually doing it
Seb: 2 when he was younger, zero now, and he doesn’t need those 2, they’re just there cause if he’s being chaotic he might as well, you know
Nico: 3, enough so that he can pretend it’s him, you know who I’m talking about
Lance: zero, depends on who asks him though, he will either reject him completely or quite literally throw himself in there
Yuki: 3, so that he can stop pretending his advances are jokes
Lando: zero, but he would drink 1 or 2 to impress the guy he wants to sleep with
Piquet: 20+, over his dead body
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jackhues · 2 years ago
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the martins (monaco)
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leader: sebastian vettel
pronounced: the mar-tins
based off of: aston martin / other teams
based in: monaco
motto: depuis la nuit des temps (from the dawn of time)
members (in order of importance): sebastian vettel, lance stroll, nico hulkenburg, other unnamed members
notes: most notably known as the greatest allies of the ferras, this gang is one of the oldest in the world. with roots stretching as far as the americas, this gang is most well known for its ruthless leader.
sebastian vettel, the leader of the martins for the past sixteen years, has managed to rank up a higher kill streak than any other leader. it's no surprise that someone would be willing to pay to get their revenge
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weltmeisterfive · 2 years ago
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WELTMEISTER CD ANYONE?
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racingfever · 2 years ago
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Happy Hands Down His Pants Friday! Too bad we didn’t get a new one out of ROC this year.
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cheriladycl01 · 4 months ago
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Kinktober 05/10/2024 Sebastián Vettel - 69
Plot: Sebastian always gets so frustrated racing Mark Webber, but he always has you to come home to and relieve those frustrations.
Warnings: Kinktober SMUT 69ing, oral (both m and f receiving), 18+ Minors DNI
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It was just another one of those races. Where team orders didn’t come in and he was left riding behind Mark Webber. He had to share a podium in P2 with Mark and Lewis.
He was angry, as he was fighting for a championship and the way Mark was driving, in his opinion was unsafe and deliberately trying to cause a crash.
And too top the race weekend off, you were even there. You weren’t there to watch his half arsed podium celebration. You weren’t there to congratulate him after the race and you weren’t in his hotel room afterwards.
Admittedly it wasn’t you’re fault, you also had a very demanding job just like your fiancé and that meant you couldn’t be at every single race even though you tried.
So after a lousy night in the hotel where he was moping about, he eventually got on his flight back to Switzerland and made the drive from the airport to your shared home.
“Schatz? Are you home?” He shouted into the warm and cozy place he called home. He didn’t know why he asked if you were home as there were telltale signs you were.
The warm fireplace crackling away, the half drunk glass of red wine on the coffee table, your book left open on the sofa and the blanket in a scrunched up ball as if you’d just gotten out of your blanket cocoon that he always seemed to find you in whenever he came home to you.
“Ahhhhh Seb!” You cry running from another room and towards him. You pull him into a big hug, standing up on your tip-toes to kiss his lips.
“Mmmmm I missed you and your warmth” he said nuzzling into you, refusing to let go.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there this weekend, I know you’re frustrated with the team and how the race concluded, but you still got some good points, you took fastest lap and you’re still leading the championship” you smile kissing along his jaw, and you slowly feel some of the tension release. He had a nasty habit for unconsciously grinding his teeth, but as you kissed across his jaw you felt that relax.
“Mmmm im still kind of frustrated though Meine Taube” he admits, his thumbs rubbing circles on your clothes hips as he looks down at you with that look in his eyes that you know all to well.
“Not tonight, you look tired. Let’s head to bed, hmmmm? And tomorrow I’m all yours” you try convince him it’s better for him to sleep all the tension off tonight and you guys once refreshed and awake tomorrow can have fun.
“I haven’t seen you in a week and you’re denying me?” He asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, an almost glimmer of a challenge in his eyes.
“Because you must be tired from the race and the flight” you say softly.
“I’m never tired for you. All I want right now is for you to sit in my face” he says nipping at your earlobe before looking over your flushed cheeks.
“Wanna taste you” he says as he starts to nip away at your jaw as his wondering hands starts to unbutton the jeans you’re wearing. Once the button and zip are undone his hand dips down to rub your clit through your underwear, where he can already feel a wet sport forming.
God he was hoping they were light grey or light pink. Something that showed the wet spot as that always made him that little bit harder. He loved to see how he made you feel, as it was all him.
“Argh Seb, please” you beg looking up at him with those big eyes of yours that could have him melt on the coldest day of the year.
He moves you both to the floor in-front of the fireplace, as he pulls your jeans off slowly kissing down your legs as he unveils more and more skin and then finally your jumper. You shiver at the cold a little, before the cracking fire can be felt on your back.
Seb starts to strip off himself before he lays down on the fluffy fur rug that of course he’d strategically placed in-front of the fireplace for moments just like these ones.
“You know where to go” he says and before you know it you’re climbing on top of him, facing away. You hover over his face, one hand holding you up on the rug for support while the other starts to rub up and down on his hardened length.
As much as Seb loved it, you hated putting your full body weight on his face when he asked you to sit in it. So you’d always hover and wait until he pulled you into a position he was comfortable at. His hand came up to your hips and in seconds you were pulled down so you were flush against him. At first his nose was pushing against your clit until he moved forward so it was more his chin that was putting pressure that.
Soft moans left your mouth as his tongue started to dip in and out licking wet strips up and down and doing exactly what he knew you liked.
One you were comfortable enough to relax your weight onto Seb some more your own mouth came down around his top sucking lightly on the head before licking up the underside where the strong and prominent vein was. You licked over the slit a few times, little delicate touches here and there before your mouth started to fully get you work.
With Sebastian it always felt like an exercise because of his sheer girth. Your mouth struggled to fully let him in without some teeth scrapping against him, but it’s something with you that he’d come to love as you were so careful and for the most time it was all your mouth and tongue doing the work but when you moaned or lost concentration he’d feel that slight little scrape that had his hips thrusting up and forcing his dick further into your mouth.
You were accustomed to this kind of love with Seb, he would normally be too tired for full on sex when he came back from a race weekend after a long flight especially if it was in Asia or America and the time difference was as messing with him. So you mouth and throat had slowly started to learn what worked best for both his pleasure and to make you still be able to breath and not have that gag reflex.
His tongue was darting in and out of you, his hands still holding your hips, but you’d slowly started to rock against his face to get some more friction and you could practically feel his smirk against you.
“So beautiful, I could eat you up all day everyday. The only meal I want to enjoy” he groan into you a long and loud moan coming from you thanks to the vibrations of his low and raspy voice.
The feeling shot straight up your spine and pooled into your stomach a familiar sensations looming.
“Seb, fuck please” you said as you came up for a breath, your hand accounting for the sensations he’s lost from your mouth as your fist him speeding up your movements. Once you’ve got enough of a break your mouth starts again, your hands focusing on keeping pressure on the base squeezing firmly once in a while making his hips thrust up and throaty moans come from him.
The tension is building for both of you. His hips getting more frantic and the fact that your thighs have tightened around his head and your body basically laying on top of him, your boobs pressed up against his stomach.
“Oh Leibling” he moans into you and your vision is clouded, as that tight coil in your stomach unravels and your releasing, Seb doesn’t waist a chance to lap it all up, the pressure causing your legs to shake.
Your teeth accidentally scrape the underside of his dick, causing his to release into your mouth, his release hitting the back of your throat so suddenly you nearly choke.
Your mouth comes up, a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting the two of you as you swallow what was left in your mouth, the salty taste sitting with you.
You climb off of him, turning round to see the bottom half of his face covered in a sheen that was most definitely from you.
“How about a shower, and then bed?” He asks with a blissed out and relaxed look on his face. And you can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming love that you have from this man, and can’t help but be grateful that you are his sense of safety and relaxation.
“Mmmmm I think I’d like that” you smile and nod.
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libraryofloveletters · 2 years ago
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for the 6k celebration: (CONGRATS BTW!)
sebastian vettel x secret!wife (maybe famous?) could also have secret child and then launching them or getting caught in interviews or something?<3 sorry this is VERY vague :/
also mick cameo?
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thank you love! hopefully this is what you wanted :) // all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest -- fc: sydney sweeney - @syndey_sweeney on insta!
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youruser: thank you to everyone who came tonight! I cannot wait for all of you to see the movie that glenpowell and I put our everything into 🫶🏽 I love you all! 
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sebastianvettel: the beginning bmwmmotorsports 
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sebv5: miss you in f1 🥲
youruser: dorky ass haircut 
bmwmmotorsports: never forget. dreams come true - if you work so hard for them as you did
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youruser: mommy and daddy (ft. uncle micky on tv) vs the last few months ❤️
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forza55 · 11 months ago
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what is this hold you have on me │ images via vettelmyangel on ig
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octobernightt · 4 months ago
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stupid shit i made this week instead of doing uni stuff
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formulaheaders · 1 year ago
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lewis hamilton and sebastian vettel
◦ singapore grand prix 2019 ◦ like/reblog if you save or use and please don't repost ◦ © piastricc
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no-144444 · 2 months ago
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(more of)the grid: no nut Novemeber!
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Featuring: jenson button, mark webber, fernando alonso, nico hulkenberg, kevin magnussen, valterri bottas, zhou gunayu, kimi raikkonen, sebastain vettel
thank you to the person that requested this!!!
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Jenson Button: lowkey would really want to win but would just fall short 
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Like yes… he could last like 15 or 20 days but… nah. Not one whole ass month. 
He would so make it a rivalry between him and Mark or something 
He would be so fucking proud of himself that he outlasted fernando. 
Weirdly into it all… like… bro calm down
He definitely set it up.
Definitely a bit grumpy during the month… like very grumpy
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Mark Webber: him and jenson should just kiss already
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Mf would not SHUT UP about the rivalry between him and jenson 
At that point they should just kiss each other 
Anyway, he makes it a big deal and announces he’s doing it 
You dont gaf and he takes that personally
He is a little bit grumpy
Only cares about beating jenson 
When Jenson admits he lost he fucks you silly. 
I mean hours on end. No breaks. Insanity. 
Freaky freaky gal. 
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Fernando Alonso: does not even participate 
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No.
He will not. 
He does not care. 
He won’t, end of story. 
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Nico Hulkenberg: winner!
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If he can’t get a podium or a win now, he’s winning a dumb challenge to make himself feel better! 
He knows it's dumb but he’s so disciplined about it that you start to wonder if he knows how dumb it is. 
He feels very accomplished when he wins 
Also very much enjoys the prize money
ALSO fucks u silly at the end of the month to ‘make up for it’. 
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Kevin Magnussen: …prolly not
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This freaky gal enjoys a challenge, but genuinely thinks they are all insane for doing this. 
I mean come on… he had a child nine months after his pole position in Brazil…
No, you’re his wife, he can fuck you when you two want to.
No bet is worth giving that privilege up. 
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Valterri Bottas: winner?
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So doesn’t join in, but just does it for fun? 
No matter what he just doesn’t fuck you all month
Then he makes up for that
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Zhou Guanyu: he tried…?
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Didn’t try at all
Gave up
He does not think it’s worth it at all.
He does get teased a lot. 
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Kimi Raikonen: no. 
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Hahahahahhaha ur funny.
He isn’t giving shit up for a month, especially fucking you. 
He is a freak, and he doesn’t care who tf knows it. 
He would send in a video of yall fucking to their gc (with your permission ofc) with the money transfer. 
Unapologetic. 
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Sebastian Vettel: freaky freaky gal.
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He would rather shit in his hand and clap than give up fucking you for a month. 
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!
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princessedesfleursss · 10 months ago
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SV05E1
Pairing: husband!sebastian vettel x wife!fem!reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: public sex, a little degradation, several orgasms, jealousy, swearing, google translated german
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It was quite a long time since Seb and you had decided to come out for dinner. Especially after his retirement you had moved back to Germany with your husband who had been focused on his shaping his future career and spending more time with the kids. 
With the kids, you both never had time to attend to your relationship. Stolen kisses &  quickies in the washroom was what held your relationship together. The past few weeks of busy schedules and having to constantly make sure the kids were sorted out with their schoolwork put a strain on your relationship. Which is why when Sebastain’s sisters had offered to take care of the kids for the weekend, after overhearing a hushed argument you both had during a family get together, without any hesitation the both of you had said yes. 
So that led you to where you were now. In a fancy restaurant in Monaco drinking wine and waiting for the food you ordered to arrive. 
All throughout the evening the waiter had been throwing you flirtatious glances. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or maybe it was the fact that Sebastian seemed almost invisible to them. 
“If that moron doesn’t stop drecksack (scum bag) doesn’t stop eyeing you up and down I might have to go down there and punch him,” Sebastian muttered to you under his breath. 
This wasn’t new for either of you. Sebastian was much older than you and at times people thought he wasn’t actually your husband but rather someone else- more specifically someone who wasn’t romantically accompanying you. 
“Süße (honey) ignore that,” you said rubbing your ring clad fingers up and down his arms, “You know I’ve got my eyes only on you.”
You knew that it didn’t ease Sebastian and that you had gone over this a million times but the man was jealous & possessive over you rightfully so. 
“Give me a kiss liebling,” he requested and you obliged too excitedly. 
Caressing the side of his cheek and leaning in to lock your lips with his, you felt yourself melting as he took control of the kiss. His hand was sliding up and down your arm and yours were lingering on his cheek and the other over his hand. His fingers clasped yours and the pad of his thumb stroked the top of your hand. 
It wasn’t until the waiter was nearby that your make out session was interrupted. A hue of red painting your cheeks you moved away from Sebastian. The waiter walked closer and placed the food of the table. 
Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,
“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”
“I’ll let you know if we need more,” Sebastian replied in a curt manner. 
You watched as the waiter bow and make his way back to the kitchen. 
“Oh is my old man getting all wired up now?” You asked Sebastian teasingly as you let your wandering hands settle on this robust thigh. 
Taking his hand from the table and kissing it, you held it close to your face letting your face rest of his open palm. With both your hands holding onto his hand, you continued,
“Ich werde dich immer lieben und nur dich (I will always love you and only you).”
Sebastian looked back at you lovingly and murmured, “I know. And I love you even more than that liebling.”
After eating and conversing, having time for yourself, you felt like you needed to uplift the mood a little. Plus you were feeling horny with Sebastian looking all worked up. You wouldn’t have minded him taking your right here in front of the waiter that had been eyeing you up all evening. 
Signaling the same waiter to come over to you, who almost too enthusiastically scurried over to you, you placed an order for two tiramisus. 
A walk to the kitchen and back, the waiter came over with a tray of tiramisu and started serving for you and your husband. Sebastian wasn’t pleased at all but since he was sipping on his wine trying really hard to not punch the waiter you took your chance. 
Dipping a finger to the tiramisu you looked back up at the waiter and brought it over to your mouth and licked your finger clean. You watched as the waiters eyes widened as he watched your tongue wrap around your finger licking it squeaky clean. 
“Mmm, this is too sweet for me,” you said as you looked back up at the waiter innocently, “Do you have anything less sweet?”
“W-we have um… cranberry pudding Mademoiselle. The prefect blend… blend of uh… just you know sour and sweet,” the waiter stuttered as you looked back at him with flirtatious eyes. You raised your eyebrow and he continued, “Of course it’s not too sweet. I’ll take this back to the kitchen and bring out a new one immediately.”
Sebastian watched all this unfold right in front of him with a perplexed look on his face. And when the waiter left to return the dessert and bring a new one in, he gave you one stern look and questioned, 
“What the fuck was that liebling?”
You made yourself comfortable on your seat and looked up at him as if you hadn’t just flirted with another in front of your husband.
“What do you mean Seb?”
“Verhalte dich nicht ganz unschuldig (Don’t act all innocent),” he spat back. 
Sighing you replied in a calm tone, “Since you were being a grumpy old man all throughout dinner I thought I needed to find someone else to entertain myself.”
That was all it took for Sebastian to get up from the table, startling you. He grabbed hold of your hand and led you over to the dimly light but spacious washrooms. 
Twisting the lock of the door and making sure no one could come in, he pushed your body over to the counter and kissed you harshly. 
“You think you can act like a schlampe (slut) and get away with it?” Sebastian asked, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down your open neck. 
“I’ll show you what this old man can do.”
Sebastian lifted up your red dress and looked at you with a not so amused look when he realized what you were wearing. 
“Only for you-“
“Oh shut it,” he kissed you with a strong sense of urge, letting his fingers run through your folds and gathering the sweet slick to bring it up to his mouth to taste it. 
“So fucking sweet.”
You felt your face heat up at his dirty comment. Sebastian smirked at the coy look on your face and without any warning plunged his fingers into your hot & wet core. In and out he pulled and pushed his fingers and you lost yourself in the squelch of your pussy. 
“Babe I’m close,” you let your husband know. Sebastian hummed in acknowledgement his lips hovering over your neck and marking small bites all over the expanse of your skin. 
When you came with a sense of relief on his hands, Sebastian wasted no time and pulled out his dick, giving it a few strokes and pushing it into you without warning. You hissed due to the oversensitivity you felt after having cummed a few seconds ago. 
“This feels so good, doesn’t it libeling?” He asked as he slid he steadied himself against you. 
“Hmmm, yes, yes, it feels soo good Sebastian.”
Sebastian railed harder into you, feeling your velvety walls close around him, squeezing him tightly. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, your scrunched up eyes now opening up to look back at his bright blue eyes that were now filled with lust. 
“Kiss me,” you whispered. 
The minute the request left your plush lips, his were on yours, making out as he drilled into you. Within a matter of seconds you came undone around him. However, Sebastian was far from close. Pulling out of you, he turned you around. Protests fell from your lips, letting him know that you were oversensitive from having cummed twice, but he simply ignored your pleas knowing you were down bad as much as he was, despite your resistance. 
You held on tight to the edges of the counter top of the fancy washroom the restaurant had. Just then, Seb pushed into you making you drag a sinful moan. Holding tight onto your waist, Sebastian barely showed you any mercy as he drilled into you at a menacing pace. 
“Schau dich an, ganz angezogen, benimmst dich aber gegenüber anderen Männern immer noch wie eine schlampe (Look at you, all dressed up but still acting like a slut for other men),” your husband spat at you. He nibbled onto the shell of your ear as he spat a plethora of profanities into your ear. 
You continuously moaned as Sebastian pushed into you and within the next few seconds you felt yourself letting out a powerful orgasm for the third time that night and your husband’s release coating your insides making you feel giddy like a first time bride. Exhausted as you were, you waited until Seb pulled out of you to turn around and slump onto him. 
He angled your jaw so that you were looking up at him with your tired eyes. Stroking your cheek he teased you, “If only you hadn’t called me an old man and made me jealous in front of that dummer kellner (stupid waiter).”
You smiled and laid your head on his chest, replying back cheekily, “But it was worth it wasn’t me. I haven’t had sex like this for ages Seb. Felt so good.”
“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”
Laughing at the nasty things you were both going to do back at the hotel after being seamless here at the restaurant, Sebastian and you fixed yourselves up and left the restroom. Outside, the waiter who was waiting for your return barely looked you in the eye and Sebastian simply painted a smug smile on his face knowing he had set the “dummer kellner” in his place. 
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diqldrunks · 10 months ago
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weltmeisterfive · 2 years ago
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