#Sebastian Vettel fanfiction

[starkwlkr]

m & s | sebastian vettel

like my dirty diana jenson fic, the reader will have a name and last name and faceclaim, but you are more than welcome to use any other faceclaim!! or name if you want <3 this is just for fanfic purposes :) part 2 coming soon <3

fcaeclaim elizabeth olsen

2018

MESSAGES

s

hi, i heard you’re taking a break. just wanted to let you know that our house in monaco is still available if you want to stay there.

m

oh, you never sold it?

s

selling it didn’t feel right. you still have your key?

m

yes. i���ll think about it. i might stay here in LA though

S

oh. sounds fine too. i figured you would want to get out of america, but where ever you feel comfortable :) you deserve to take a break

m

thank you, sebastian. so do you..

s

eventually

[princessedesfleursss]

SV05E1

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

Genre: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning to you and brazenly ignoring Sebastian he asked,

“Mademoiselle, would you like some more wine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck was that liebling?”

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

“What do you mean Seb?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only for you-“

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

“So fucking sweet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me,” you whispered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait till you get to the hotel then.”

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

[velocesainz]

Seb n his F1 rival(from karting days) realise thru friends that they do love eachother thru their actions whether they admit or not

Unknowing love

F1 Masterlist | Main Masterlist |

Summary: Seb and reader have been rivals since their karting days and after years of rivalry and reaching formula one realise they’ve loved eachother throughout this time

Pairing: Rbr Seb x f1!driver!reader ft. Mark Webber

Warnings: a light bit of angst

Reader pov:

Me and Seb have been feuding for as long as we’ve known eachother which is over 20 years at this point when we met during my first karting race

Sebastian was this adorable boy who after the race had some rather rude words to say. It was really a shame, I really would’ve liked to be his friend.

After that day for the next year after every race he would have some rude or sexist comments to say to me which I ignored for the most part

After a while I started reciprocating these words to him as well and our rivalry grew even more intense

We were now in formula one, the pinnacle of motorsport and we still hadn’t grown out of our silly bickering

We were currently in imola and had just started the race being a few laps in when a red flag was raised and I was asked to return to the pits

“Who crashed? That’s quite the wreckage” I asked my engineer as to who crashed as I approached the crash site

“I believe that was the red bull of Vettel that went into the barriers there” my engineer replied

My heart dropped. Was he alright? That looked like a really bad crash

I didn’t think, I stopped my car by the side of the track and ran to check on Seb

Knocking on his helmet I invoked no response. My mind was spiralling. I helped the marshals get his body out of the car and was forced to return to my pitbox and not Seb who was being taken to the hospital.

The race resumed but all that clouded my mind was Seb. How was he? Did he sustain any serious injuries? Was he going to be ok?

I could barely focus and my team noticed too and asked me to keep focusing and told me they would update me on his condition which made me incredibly grateful

I finished the race on the second step of the podium but I didn’t care for the press or the celebrations and rushed through all of them

I was pacing around the paddock waiting for mark to go visit Seb at the hospital

“About time you guys realise that you care for eachother” he said as he approached me

“What are you talking about Mark? Also what do you mean about time? I’ve hated him forever. I’m just looking out for a fellow driver” I retorted.

“Any person not deeply in love wouldn’t care this much dear. Look at the rest of us. We care sure, but not so much that we drop everything and go visit him” Mark explained

Albeit it was a weirdly rude explanation I realised he was right.

We reached the hospital and let Mark go in first as he was his teammate after all

Mark pov:

Entering Sebs room I placed the flowers y/n has got for him insisting that I give to him in a vase.

“How did you know I love sunflowers?” Seb asked looking at the flowers

“ That’s because I didn’t, y/n got them and wanted me to give them to you” I said

“She’s here?”

“Indeed she is. She was worried as soon as she saw the crash site”

“Whatever not like I care she’s my mortal enemy”

“Aw don’t be like that, I know you have the most massive crush on her”

Seb started at me wide eyed with a red hue tinting his cheeks

“I’ll send her in, she’s waiting outside”

I left and sent y/n in who was relieved to hear that he was ok

Seb pov:

I saw y/n enter the room and looking at the immense concern etched into her face I asked myself why I decided to create such an enemity with this beautiful soul

I knew I had to confess soon as her potential suitors were getting harder to drive away.

“Hey”

“Hey”

“How are you feeling now?”

“I’m better now that you’re here”

I watched as her face heated up turning her into the cutest tomato

“I love you”

“Seb..”

“I love you y/n. I have since the day we met”

“I love you too Seb. Always have”

With that we connected our pups in the most magical kiss ever.

We broke apart to the sound of Mark Webber cheering for us from outside

Chuckling we embraced.

I couldn’t have asked for a better ending.

A/n: hello lovelies! I’m sorry it took me this long to complete I’m sorry but I’m much more free now and I’ll start posting more. I’m getting the catalogue ready and would love for any suggestions about what the theme could be! Let me know your thoughts. Kissies ✨

[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader 18+.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 10- here’s the LINK for part 9. This chapter contains smut, mentions of oral sex, protected sex (seb is an Angel ok) Seb and Jen are getting rid of some of the tension they’ve felt for months. Jen lets a little secret slip to which Sebastian finds quite embarrassing… Seb is shy🥺🥺 but also in the next few chapters I wanna explore his dominant, cocky side. I feel like this isn’t my best work but 100% more Seb smut incoming… taglist: @rainerax @peachiicherries @jaypreshpresh @mccall-muffin

Seb’s hand landed on the back of my head, deepening the kiss with just as much want and need as I offered him. My hands rested on his shoulders, the grey Red Bull hoody ever so slightly bunching up in my fingers. When I went to fall back down off my tip toes, believing the kiss was over, Sebastian dipped down, pulling me back by the waist. Our fronts pressed together as he firmly held me in place, lips moving against mine. He was bending me backwards, yanking my hips into his. I purposefully pushed forwards, hoping to feel the hard of his cock.

The kiss was getting a little too sensual to be in the hallway of a hotel, so when a family walked past, we awkwardly stood there whilst he fumbled the key card out of my pocket, clearing his throat with a head hung low. I accidentally giggled, finding myself unable to stop the burst of laughter until he closed the door behind us.

“What’re you laughing at?” He snickered himself, playfully putting a palm over my mouth, the other wrapping over my shoulders to pull me in closer again. “Just… it was funny, you were so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” He smiled, dropping his palm down to my chin as he caressed a finger on my skin. “No I said you were, not you are. Unless you actually are.” I rambled as he sheepishly glanced side to side.

“Now you are just putting words in my mouth.” The German squeezed my cheeks slightly as I went to argue back, but he’d kissed me, cutting my words off short. I hummed out a quick laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The laughter soon faded when he’d purposefully pulled me closer, stepping slowly until my back hit the wall gently.

The kiss was intense, our tongues were moving against one another and I felt like I couldn’t get enough. My fists balled around his jumper, pulling him closer, and when I felt the hardness in his trousers press up against my abdomen a soft moan escaped my mouth, remembering exactly what he’d been doing to himself last night. Sebastian reacted by bucking them up slightly, and I gasped, breaking the kiss, “are you ok?” He asked as I nodded, smiling back as I held his gaze.

Sebastian smiled and dipped his head, kissing down my jaw and neck. I gasped out, the intensity of his kisses making me breathless as I replayed the sounds of his moans over and over again. “Seb.” I whimpered, fingers raking through his hair. He continued his kissing as my head dropped back in utter arousal against the wall he had me up against.

“Fuck… I heard you last night.” I managed out as Seb paused, standing up a little straighter as he watched me with almost horror in his eyes.

“I-I heard you, saying mine name, everything.” His cheeks immediately warmed as I continued speaking, not wanting him to feel ashamed. “You should've come in.” I pressed myself closer to him, hands falling to his crotch where I grazed my fingers over the button on his jeans. God knows why he was wearing them when he was hungover. I kissed the corner of his lips on my tip toes, his smile widening as he held his forehead. “I am so embarrassed.”

“No, no. Don’t be.” I paused my actions, holding onto the waist of his pants instead. Sebastian swallowed, scanning my eyes. “I thought the door was shut.” He awkwardly laughed, head dropping as I meant back against the wall, swinging on his waist band ever so slightly. My pussy was throbbing thinking about him touching himself for me, I wanted to hear those moans again, I needed it.

“I didn’t realise you heard.” He laughed again, stepping a little closer. “Fuck.” He cursed, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s fine, Seb. I just… couldn’t exactly concentrate on anything else this morning.” I swallowed, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Why?” He half smirked, watching down to me, a hand planting on the wall besides me. A small shyness took over me as I giggled. “Thinking about what I heard, obviously.” I glanced at him up and down as he stepped closer, kissing my forehead before meeting my lips once again.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I hushed, Seb hummed gently against my mouth. “I liked it.” I hushed as he let out a soft groan, sliding his hand down from the wall, to the back of my neck to kiss me with a stronger need, practically moaning against my mouth. My fingers then fumbled to undo his button, feeling a relief when I slipped his jeans down, resting my hand right over where his cock began.

“I need you.” Seb practically growled, rolling his hips into my hand, he went to make a start on my shorts, but I’d already pulled his cock free, glancing down to see his large member, rock hard in my smaller hand. We both looked down at the same time, making eye contact and smiling gently before I began stroking him slowly.

“I need you, Seb.” My voice barely reached above a whisper, feeling slightly shy as I began pleasuring him. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut, head falling against the wall besides me, lips pressing to the top of my head as I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

“Have me.” His voice cracked as I let out a closed mouth moan, falling down to my knees for him at the admission. I glanced up, watching him mesmerised with me, our eyes met and I licked his tip, watching his face contort in pleasure before I wrapped my mouth around his tip, taking him in in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked anybody’s dick in so long, especially not somebody I found this attractive. I suddenly felt under pressure so I just remembered to make him as wet as possible, eventually using my hand to jerk off part of his cock I couldn’t fit down my throat.

Sebastian was breathing heavily, groaning each time I took him as far back. I tried not to gag and choke, but he was big and my gag reflex wasn’t the best. I sucked him a little more firmly, feeling his hand wrap in my hair, resting on the back of my head as he groaned, swearing out as he rested against the wall, feeling the bob of my head. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so good.” He grunted out followed by the sexiest groan I had ever heard. My legs tightened, feeling the desperation growing in my pussy. “Put your hands down your pants, touch yourself.” His words had me moaning around his cock. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? I followed his instructions, moaning as I sucked a little harder, his cock muffling any noise that escaped my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Sebastian’s hips bucked out as I gagged slightly. “Sorry, sorry.” He gently took hold of my chin as I pulled off with a gasp. “Are you ok?” “I’m good.” I nodded with a smile, sucking his tip as he let out a closed mouth groan, brushing my hair tenderly out of my hair. “Fuck, you could make me cum so quick.” Sebastian spoke as I giggled, allowing him to hold my head still, just in front of his cock. He pulled me up, practically lifting me off the floor as my legs wrapped around his waist. “Oh my god.” I laughed as he offered me a shy smile before kissing me with a hunger I almost couldn’t keep up to.

Sebastian eased me back onto my feet, hand stuffing under my shorts and under my thongs. I could feel the slick of my wetness against his fingers. My breath hitched as he rubbed against my clit, over my hole and eventually sliding a finger in. Sebastian had the most fucking talented fingers, he had me moaning and gasping for air in no time.

I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as he used his other hand to rub on my clit, kissing me desperately as I whined and whimpered in his mouth, my legs shaking furiously. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I gasped out the words in shock. My hips were gyrating in the movement of Sebastian’s and he was flushed in the face, mouth agape as he brought me to my peak.

“Cum, cum for me.” Sebastian muttered as I felt myself letting go, hiding my face in his shoulder as I felt the tightness in my stomach explode. My legs turned weak and I was borderline trembling, holding onto his shoulders for support as he coerced me through my orgasm. Holy fuck, no man had ever made me finish so quickly in my life.

“Fuck.” I cursed as he let out a soft throaty groan, pulling out of me gently. “Let’s get these off.” He slowly tugged at the waist of my leggings, “wait!” My eyes fell on the curtains. “Can we- can we close the curtains first?” I didn’t need any harsh, direct sunlight on me, not when I was getting naked in front of Sebastian.

“Of course.” We shared another sweet kiss, before he pulled his boxers back on, but kicked free of his jeans. When he went to close the curtains, I sat on the edge of the bed, smiling shyly down to my waist. Sebastian was slow with his movements, running a hand down my thigh before tugging at the material, freeing me of both my underwear and leggings at once. “I want to taste you.” His words were barely a whisper, but I let out a soft moan in response, feeling the warm wet kiss of his lips over my thighs. Sebastian moved forwards, pushing my legs aside slightly as he began licking at my dripping pussy. I was sensitive. My head dropped back with a slight moan as he dove deeper in, pleasuring me gently as he groaned into my core. My hand fisted at the sheets, tightening my grip around the white fabric as though I’d rip it.

“Fuck me, Seb.” I whined, hips bucking up into his mouth. He hummed against my pussy, hands smoothing over my thighs as he remained pleasuring me for a few more moments before pulling up again. “You want to?” He double checked as I nodded, perching up slightly on my elbows.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I need ah- a condom. Fuck.”

“You don’t have any?” I watched him half naked scurry towards his suitcase, rummaging through. “I do.” He pulled one out, sitting on the edge of the bed to roll it on. He seemed nervous, a little shy- it made me feel I was losing my virginity again. Maybe that was a weird thing to think.

Sebastian climbed on top of me after discarding his t shirt to the floor. We were both completely naked now and I swallowed nervously feeling him brushing the tip of his cock against my lips. I always preferred sex raw, it felt better, but I wasn’t complaining, especially when I felt the stretch of his cock filling inside of me.

I gasped gently, Sebastian paused, lifting his head. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” I nodded. Hand holding onto his arms as he pushed himself up slightly, hands on either side of me as I hummed out a gently moan when he thrusted into me. “Let me know if you want to stop.” He muttered as I pulled him down into a kiss. “I will.” After that comment we moved into the love making, Seb fucking into me as he released all the pent up sexual tension that had existed between us before. The bed squeaked beneath us and our bodies grew hotter with the movements we shared.

When he was close to climax, his hand cupped my cheek, watching back to me with a pleasured expression that almost made me feel like I was dreaming. “Fuck.” He cursed, jaw tightening before abruptly opening again and a quick moan left his mouth. “Seb.” I cooed, lifting my hips slightly.

His head dropped down besides mine, lips pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. “I wanted you for so long.” He dirty talked. In return, my legs spread wider and I pressed my hands into his lower hips, pulling him in harder.

“Harder, Seb.” I whispered. “If I go any harder, I’ll cum.” He warned.

“I want you to.” I moaned into his ear as he let out a satisfied groan at my words, catching me off guard with another kiss before fucking his hips into me harder, faster, there was more passion. Holy shit he was good.

As he reached his climax, I could feel the tremble of his tense arms, the way his legs wriggled slightly, chasing his orgasm. His breathing became heavier and his voice was clouded by grunts and slight moans I could tell he was holding back.

“Cum for me, Seb-” was all I managed out before he came crashing down, eyes screwing shut before his hips snapped and his body was thrown into an overwhelming orgasm. I don’t know how, or why, but Sebastian reaching his peak was so hot and overwhelming that I seemed to come crashing down after him.

“Fuck.” I cursed, head lolling to the side as my chest rose and fell quickly. Seb’s body crashed down on top of me, breathing eventually slowing down from his orgasm. I imagined what it would’ve felt like if he didn’t have a condom on, the feeling of being so irreplaceably full with him.

“Sebastian.” I hummed out a quiet moan, hand running down the back of his head, as I felt his hot breaths against the crook of my neck.

“Are you ok?” He gently cooed, chest flush to my own. “Yeah… are you?” I whispered as he pressed his lips to mine, hips rolling gently, barely even there, as he milked the last of our orgasms.

“Yeah.” He sexily sighed out. The two of us glanced down as he pulled out slightly, I grimaced a little at the feeling before he kissed me several more times.

As Sebastian was pulling the condom off and discarding of it, he began speaking again. “I could’ve… lasted longer, it’s just, you were really good.” My stomach knotted at his words, I smiled back to him.

“I like it, Seb. You were good.” I shyly pulled the covers over myself, sitting up. As I watched him, I was almost in disbelief that this had actually happened.

Only weeks prior we were ‘friends’ with an undeniable attraction, I never actually thought anything would happen between us. Looking back to when I was still with my ex, compared to now, I felt like my life had done a complete 360, and I was so excited to see what else Sebastian and I could get up to…

[vettelsvee]

SEBASTIAN VETTEL MASTERLIST

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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET SERIES

HISTORY SERIES

I CAN BUY YOU SOME FLOWERS

YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA (+18)

I DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR WINNING

PREGNANCY JOURNEY

BEE HOTELS

EACH OTHER BEST KEPT SECRET (+18)

THIS IS ALL MY FAULT

CLIFFORD AND EMILY

ROADTRIP TO MONACO

I ALREADY HAVE A WIFE

[prospectivereality]

Burning desire | SV5

your complex relationship with Sebastian, your co-worker, reaches its climax during that one infamous night in cold Milan. Is it better speak or to die? Well, when you are both jealous stubborn maybe the way is to show

words: 4.9k, warnings: slight mentions of alcohol overuse, minor angst, mature (!) sexual content

Milan, late winter of 2019

Your breath hitched in your chest. You would have been lying if you said you weren't anxious. It seemed like just another day at work, but you felt like something was eventually going to happen. How could it? After all, it was just another season and just another gala di apertura with guests, sponsors and staff. It happened every year and you were part of it. Yet, you couldn't identify the reason why you felt different in that case.

The taxi driver just said you had arrived. Looking out the window, you checked out the surroundings where the event occurred. The tall, chic and historic building with luminous lights on the walls looked welcoming. It contrasted the city itself, full of graffiti, crumbling townhouses and streets. Such gems hidden in this city were not uncommon, and you allowed yourself a few seconds of silent praise for the Ferrari’s choice before leaving the car and paying.

A long, silky red gown hit the carpet, which was prepared for the guests, as you took your first step. Goosebumps immediately showed on your skin the moment the chilly wind enveloped your whole body. Your entire back was exposed in that dress, you could have been prepared and taken a jacket. For the sake of a ”flawless look,” you had resigned. After slightly fixing the dress by hand, you headed towards the door passing the assistants in suits waiting outside with a faint smile.

This was the time to put your charm on.

The inside was already boiling. The excited bustle and warm laughter filled the spacious red-decorated hall. Dimmed lights added intimacy and elegance to the décor, while an orchestra hidden somewhere in the corners played Italian classical music. Ferrari events were, well, to say at least pleasant in terms of the atmosphere and venues. They always had an Italian touch framed by timeless elegance. Sometimes you even regretted being here because you worked there. Those nights would have been so much easier as the wife of a millionaire posing for photographs by his side.

You began to pass shy but elegant smiles to every single guest who locked their eyes on you. With the long dress and perfectly styled hair, you could simply blend into the sea of guests. A person who did not work with you every day would not be able to distinguish you from a worker or potential investor. Some men seemed to keep their gaze on you for a little too long time to be considered appropriate, which you found amusing. However, unveiling the whole truth and speaking frankly - you were bored. You were extremely bored with those events and you have discovered in recent months a rather risky but effective way for passing the time. Little innocent talks with gentlemen. They were always pleasing and showering compliments. You heard a lot of stories about their miserable love life, cheating wives or unfaithful girlfriends. To some extent, you had a lot of fun listening to their monologues but part of you was telling you ”they think that you can be a perfect replacement and distraction”.

But now, you headed your steps to the waiter holding the champagne tray and took one glass, just to create an aura of warmer appearance. In darker corners of the room, you always drank with lustful sips this light liquid and swapped glasses with waiters in a discreet way. You couldn’t let yourself to be actually seen drinking champagne by your boss. However, it was encouraged to just hold it in order to make the whole event more social and less resembling a big sponsorship hunt. It soon turned out that coping with all your evening positives or nightmares was impossible for you without getting intoxicated. This made you start to suspect that someone must know your little secret, and you honestly didn't know which of your two secrets would be more awful if they went out.

You barely had time to notice that some gentleman in the near distance of two meters seemed to approach you. Smiles that you were giving out to other guests in the recent minutes were apparently encouraging him to do so. Trying to remain your mask and give him as natural appearance as possible you moved your gaze at him and welcomed by passing your hand and offering your name.

”Is my pleasure to meet you. My name is Niccolo” the man bowed slightly with respect and squeezed your hand with grace. A soft smile danced on his lips. In his words, you couldn’t sense a single note of an Italian accent in his perfect English.

He looked rather old money in his dark grey suit and perfectly plain shirt. Some expensive watch shined on his wrist and a tiny gold brooch sparkled on his suit. You quickly noticed how his sharp jaw and nose enveloped his face giving a masculine appearance. His sparkly dark eyes were looking at you quite empathetically. It was not difficult to observe that his dark bushy hair was also arranged impeccably. He was probably in his late 20s. You would be lying if you said he didn't look handsome. Elegance was beaming from him and he was undoubtedly a resemblance of every woman’s dream.

”I bet you are representing ferrari tonight? Looking at your dress” he said halfway letting out a soft chuckle.

You laughed politely at his notice.

”Actually I am. Does my covered inspection of guests give everything out?”

”Mh.. I would rather say it was the way you move around the place. With confidence and grace. Seems like you are in your element”

His words were genuinely astonishing to you. But you knew you couldn’t fall for intelligent banter.

”If I may ask to get to know about you a little more. Are the finances or something else close to your profession at ferrari?” He asked locking dark eyes on you and taking a sip of champagne.

”None of it. I don’t actually know why they insisted me on going here. I work for scuderia ferrari”

”Woman in motorsport? That is very impressive to see” He admitted

Throughout the conversation, he seemed highly professional and did not seem to ask you about any details. You were in a way surprised by the respect he paid to you by showing how equal he treated you.

It was still the bare minimum.

”I would love to learn something about you too,” you said pretending to be truly interested in conversation ”What is your purpose for tonight?”

He changed his look to a more serious yet excited one, looking as if he had been waiting for such a question.

”My family company has been working closely with ferrari for the past few months in terms of marketing. We are delighted to have this manufacturer as our client. We know that Italians see the Ferrari as the sacred thing for their culture”

”You are not Italian?” you said with a confused mimic on your face before you had time to think about it.

”Well, technically I am” he laughed seeming amused by your reaction ”but we are based in Geneva, Switzerland. It is our hometown”

”Oh I see now” you said passing a bland smile.

Another rich man who will try to make you fall in love with his money and prestige

”You really intrigued me” he said suddenly looking straight in your eyes ”I love dropping by Monaco in May to see the formula races, but I still haven’t had any opportunity to speak with someone who works in that industry. Could you tell me more about it?”

”Well” you started ”It is rough. Much more different than fancy galas and special events. It’s loud, it is chaotic and emotional. You have to think and act fast, especially if you sit in a garage like me. I am an engineer” you said faking a smile.

”I thought I couldn’t be more mesmerised by a woman tonight. I am looking up at you” he sightly laughed with astonishment and disbelief.

You sensed that someone was observing your conversation. That was when you saw him. Looking to your right at a distance of a few meters and observing you carefully with discreet, light-shot diamonds from his eyes. Without shame, he looked intently at the two of you while sipping champagne, one hand held in his pocket.

He looked annoyed, like a little brat that was taken away from his favourite toy. You know him, he acts like this when he doesn’t get what he wants. There was a slight assumption in your mind earlier that he would also be here tonight. Why wouldn't he be? He was the Ferrari star that they like to show off to sponsors.

You looked again at Niccolo and tried to act normal as the cold, unpleasant shiver ran down your back. It wasn’t caused by fear, it was anger.

”Are you alright?” your speaker turned to you snapping you out of trans.

”Yes, everything is fine” you said trying to sound convincing and passing a bland smile.

You knew that he was still looking at you.

_

You did not have to wait long till he found you and caught you near the tables with fancy appetisers. The place was much more intimate and discreet than the rest of the ballroom, allowing you to catch your breath and take a break from the business small talk. But even solitude accompanied by a single potted palm couldn’t save you from Sebastian. After catching him approaching, you averted your gaze immediately.

You didn’t have to look at him to be sure who was standing next to you. His presence, smell and movements suddenly appeared similar to you, even natural. For several seconds, he did not speak until he faced you fully and shamelessly while you were still pretending to be curious about the appetisers.

”Hmh” the unnatural sound left his throat. He seemed tensed.

You continued to ignore him by putting perfectly sliced smoked salmon with celery crunch on your plate.

”Good to see you’’ he said with more conviction in his voice slightly raising his head up.

It was becoming hardly possible to ignore him anymore. You allowed yourself to shed the last remnants of your pride and face him. A familiar sight of black steed on his chest first caught your eye, but this time it was falling up and down along with his white shirt underneath rather quickly with each of his breath. The black suit looked flawless, but he still had trouble finding the right length of pants.

”Surprised you decided to talk with me”

”Why wouldn’t I?”

”You are no longer worried about your boss's opinion now? A very important gala for the brand and here you are chatting with your engineer. Maybe he is annoyed with you at this very moment because you are more needed next to some Italian billionaire"

”You like to be bitter shatz, do you? What is wrong with talking about work in work? Don’t you think I have different intentions”

”Hm, honestly I stopped after some time when you limited your words towards me to some quick analyses after the sessions” you could see how Sebastian already opened his mouth to say something in his defence but you continued ”but now I think you just wanted me to stop talking to that man”

”Honestly, I couldn’t care less” he said full of himself, but you knew that his words were far away from being honest.

A silent treatment was given to him by you. He never was a good liar and his pride and stubbornness never made it better. You watched as he reached for one of the appetisers in front of you. This movement forced him to take his eyes off you, which he did rather willingly, and get a little closer to your left to be able to grab food.

”What did you want to discuss Herr Vettel?” After some time you went on with irony in your voice ”some problems in the sim? Or questions about new regulations-”

”What was his name?” He interrupted you and gave no interest in what you have been saying. His tone was firm yet definitely not jealous. Casually and still not looking at you, he took another bite of his appetiser. Watching how his lips sank into the food you blinked astonished. He is the only person who could deny the accusation a few moments earlier just to confirm later the obvious.

Before deciding to answer his question you took a glass of champagne that lucky was nearby.

”Niccolo? I guess. Some wealthy old money from Geneva”

”Sounds like most of them” he said looking amused ”Young, good-looking and prosperous. Did you give him your contact already?”

Sebastian was behaving mean and viciously. He knew he was stepping on thin ice and regretted the words that hung in the air.

”What kind of a woman do you take me for?” you huffed, visibly disappointed with his behaviour.

The moment of realisation hit him when the content expression was fading from his face. He genuinely looked concerned suddenly, almost scared. A lump in his throat appeared in a matter of seconds while he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple visibly popping off.

”The wisest one, shatz” he tries saving his position like a soldier on the front losing an inevitable war. ”Don’t mind what I sa-”

”If you think you are able to sweet me up with your silly words you are mistaken Vettel” you say sharply looking straight into his eyes ”I am not a goddamn FIA”

Normally Sebastian would share a chuckle at your words but he wasn’t able to take such a risk at the moment. He just stood there with an empty mind and lack of words on his tongue, but at the very moment when you turned around and made your way towards the lavish parquet he stormed after you, your name leaving his lips in a rather jittery tone.

”Hey! Stop” his voice reaches your ears to your great dismay. You attempted to gracefully escape from him and hole up in a crowd. Dozens of lavish guests and scrumptious businessmen had become a jungle in which you tried to escape from your predator.

You were so close, that you thought you almost got it when you felt his warm hand grabbing your shoulder. Reluctantly you turned around trying to behave normally somehow. In the crowd next to all your coworkers, there was never any room for error.

”Talk to me” says Sebastian softly, his tone and mimic visibly different than from minutes ago. He took off his mask and was honestly asking you for this privilege. His hand still hasn’t left your shoulder, probably forgetting where you were or simply doing it by habit.

”Not here, Sebas-” you started sounding defeated.

”Come on” without hesitation he adjusted his grip this time grabbing your hand and directing the both of you somewhere. He didn’t care if someone saw you so he led you towards the corridors, passed bathrooms and finally reached one of the backrooms.

To his delight the doors were open and the sight of a private lodge appeared before your eyes. Sebastian was fast closing them behind and sighting deeply, standing his back to you.

”Well, what a scene” you huffed ”I thought that one in Hungary would be the last one”. The tension of the situation wasn’t in your favour which forced you to practice mockery as a coping mechanism.

”Listen,” he said his accent getting thicker ”This doesn’t work”

”Sorry?” you said bewildered frowning your brows.

German turned around slowly now facing you but still having trouble with maintaining eye contact.

”This dynamics or whatever it is”

You could feel how anger bubbled inside of you and the colour of your cheeks started to match the one of your dress.

”Yes! Because what have you been thinking while you don’t dare speak a word to me? As you play push and pull game with me around the paddock and live in the delusion of whatever is going on!” you raised your voice taking a step closer to him.

”Sorry, but I don’t quite understand what should I do? What do you expect from me? Just to pretend everything is fine and continue this?” He started to step away from his calm stance seeing your reaction.

”See? You are running from responsibility, and consequences. You act like everything is amazing and then you completely ignore me the next day, I see you in that garage and you just stare as if you see a ghost. That’s fucking heartbreaking”

Your voice sounds for a second like it is close to cracking. Sebastian is standing before you, looking at the floor as he is debating internally. You decide to say something more, something that was deep in your thoughts for a longer time.

”Why are you just so cruel and do this to me and then leave me? I don’t understand you. You leave me every time. Every time after you begged me to stay, after kissing me, making love to me. You are not decided. Why do you do this shit and then I see you flirting with other women?”

You feel burning in your eyes and you swear internally at yourself because the last thing you ever wanted to do is to show him that you care that much.

”You need to understand” Sebastian says quietly knowing that his heart is fighting with his mind. The words he is saying are unnaturally formulating on his lips, and he is feeling the weird taste of the lie he will hate afterwards. ”You are just my engineer. Nothing more”

An uncomfortable spike in your chest appears unwillingly but you don’t want to believe his words. You know he lost this war. He can be untruthful with himself but you know him too well now to not know what is the reality.

”It is not true,” you say taking the risk. He is now fully looking at you ”You are scared.”

Sebastian felt like he was sinking. His knees never felt tonight weak but suddenly, someone, made them unstable. The sound of fears spoken aloud happens to be the worst wake-up call. He swallowed hard taking a step closer to you and a weird sensation of madness appeared in his body. It was so strong that he couldn’t compare it to anything that made him angry about you earlier. It wasn’t near to that stupid argument over the strategy or the time you first time drunkenly made out at the celebration party.

”Honestly, I can’t bear you,” he said staring into your soul. He wasn’t lying, you knew he spoke the truth once you noticed his dark gaze. ”I can’t stand being in the same room with you, hearing as you speak. You cursed me.”

”Sebastian” left your lips more as a warning than a plea.

”You consumed me so much, that I had to do that. Don’t you understand? You messed up my head, you ruined me in a way nobody will fix.”

Your chest was falling up and down quickly. Suddenly, it became even harder to breathe than speak. ”Could you..” You started but his eyes were almost eating you and your bodies involuntarily got closer speaking for your thoughts. Choosing to listen to your own selfish needs that appeared in your body like an uncomfortable itch you closed the gap as your lips smashed on his. He was tensed, but as soon as it happened he started to attack your lips mercilessly. There was a lack of gentleness in his action; he was starved as you of tasting each other. Slowly taking in more air between kisses you sweetly moaned.

Sebastian grabbed your arms hardly pushing you against the marble counter standing nearly. He pressed his bodyweight into yours, gaining some stability and power in the position and shamelessly grabbed your breast, sensually yet firmly caressing it. Drowned in desire you bit his down lip hardly and felt how the man parted his lips and groaned. He always looked so beautiful as he did it. You could swear to death that nothing ever made you more full of yourself than hearing his pleasure. Soon enough you felt the taste of his blood on your teeth.

”Up for me” German said touching your thighs now.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You willingly sat on the marble, feeling its coldness through the thin satin of your dress. He continued to kiss you, now more slowly moving his interest over the chin and neck. You threw your head back slightly hitting the mirror that was on the wall behind it. The guilt washed you weirdly mixed with overwhelming pleasure and desire. Closing your eyes you imaged how his dumb full lips would feel on your breasts. Your hands got lost in his blonde curls pulling them rather painfully.

His firm and soft palms rolled your dress up as your legs parted to make just enough space for him, you needed him closer. You felt how his interest was moved to your neck and to the forgotten necklace you wore for the night. Unexpectedly the end of his fangs grabbed it and dug into the gold harshly.

”I will buy you the one with ”S” on it,” he said under his nose more to himself than you. He was being possessive now, which normally would annoy you but now you were too lust-drunk.

His hands moved smoothly to your open back not breaking the kiss. Goosebumps welcomed you as you experienced skin-to-skin contact, Sebastian was quick to take off your spaghetti-thin straps and the satin fell exposing your breasts. Seeming very occupied with worshipping your neck he only touched them and twisted your nipple earning a high whimper from your mouth.

”That’s my girl.” he murmured against your skin.

But he was tempted for more as he a few seconds later moved his pinky lips to envelope one of your now painfully hard nipples. You let out a moan that was louder than once before, welcoming him and tugging his curls even firmer. He was the only one who could bring heaven and hell for you, purity and sin, unconsciously linking your souls through invisible string.

His soft and very much adored hands were on your hips as he kissed your sternum moving down. It felt like torture that could make you blush easily, all this intimacy was sky-rocketing with each of his movements.

”Seb” you whispered not knowing exactly what you wanted to say.

He returned to your lips, kissing them hungrily. You felt a spark of energy and decided to put your hands to use. They landed on his shoulders taking off the jacket and loosing up a tie in blind movements. He quickly got your idea and added his pair of hands to help you. Soon his shirt was loose, with a few undone top buttons.

You tried desperately to bring him even closer and place sweet kisses on his lips again. Moving them down you peppered with kisses properly his jaw until you reached his neck. Feeling all dominant all of sudden you sucked his skin, biting gently. A shaky groan left his throat as you let out his skin with a wet pop. Your masterpiece was done - red marking showing that Vettel is not such available as it may appear to women.

He took a few seconds to look at you. His eyes were now in deep ocean blue mirroring your body impatiently. His movements were yet controlled, and his hands again found their way on your thighs but you felt like he was winning at this game.

”Sebastian, could you just fuck me” a whine left your lips. You were done.

Normally if he was cruel, he would just chuckle and mock how needy you are for him. He would show his infamous half-smile and take pleasure in it. But he was far from fucking it up this time, again. He wanted it to be serious, he wanted it to be the time.

That was a moment Sebastian Vettel promised himself to ruin all men for you.

”Schatz” he said lowly, kissing your face again ”Schatz, Schatz, Schatz. Anytime”

He didn’t hesitate unbuckling his belt and to get his semi-hard manhood on display. He gave it a few strokes and looked for the condom, he knew he had somewhere in his pocket. You didn’t give a second thought why he came to the gala with protection, trying to push out any feelings of uncomfortable jealousy it could give, you wanted him too much to worry about it now.

Positioning himself you moved a bit on a counter, and soon with a feeling of him being inside you both gasped. He started to move putting his hands on your hips as your legs enveloped his waist.

You would lie if the feeling of him wasn’t addictive. It was too addictive. It shuttered your world to pieces and made it an eden at the same time, leaving you longing, wishing that he could be more than just an undefined sex partner. The labels have never been put on, and this to much of your dismay itch you a bit.

Oh but you know it wasn’t just sex. Oh, it wasn’t

Sebastian was more and more confident and adjusted to your walls as he began to thrust deeper, faster. It was purely erotic as he was able to create sweet moans coming from your mouth. He got closer kissing you shortly before placing his head near your shoulder and erratically breathing right in your ear.

It felt too intimate, but you didn’t care. You also didn’t care as the furniture gave a little sound with your movements. You didn’t care about the probability of half of Ferrari looking for you right now at the ballroom. You only heard husky ”I missed that”, ”you take me so well” and ”show me how much I do you right shatz” praised right next to your ear.

It was getting sloppy. Your skin and clothing started to get sticky to each other, your breathing pattern was irregular and you weren’t so quiet anymore. Sebastian's movements were more and more firm now, taking you right, fuc- making love to you properly.

”Schatz. fuck. You are- ” you really wanted to listen to him but your head was feeling dizzy. ”You are mine. Never fucking again I will leave you”

”Oh, Seb” You started to cry, You weren’t sure if it were emotions anymore, pleasure or just the sense of relief.

Sensing you were close to German placed his thumb on your clit rubbing it in a circular motion.

”For me? Come for me pretty” he begged trying to kiss you but missing greatly due to his fast thrusts.

The orgasm hit you shortly causing your back to arch and again banging your head by the mirror. Warm pleasure taking over the control of your body felt better than you last remembered. Him being with you, doing this to you was your sweetest curse.

His movements got more irregular and soon he groaned lowly spending himself and kissing you again hotly. The image of his closed eyes and open mouth was undoubtedly an underrated artwork you could admire the whole day, and do everything to see it again and again. You both were going back from your high, catching your breath.

You wish it was simpler, you wish you weren’t coworkers. You wish he could see you the same way and don’t break your heart by confusing you.

”Seb?” you whispered gaining his all attention and eyes on you.

He didn’t say a word just stared patiently at your flushed and wet cheeks.

”I shouldn’t be wanting you”

”Why?” He asked confused frowning his brows, which quite didn’t match his blue angelic eyes.

”If we weren’t in such dynamics it would be easier. I just- it is wrong. It makes me feel bad and guilty” you confessed ”and so tired and confused fighting with you.”

Resisting too.

He hesitated for a moment, his hands gently stroked your back.

”If you think of the reaction of others, well I would lie if I said we should fuck them. But remember, it is about you. You make decisions about your own life. You cannot just live and be people pleaser all the time. You believe you are doing something wrong because someone told you it must be, we cannot choose what we like, can we?”

”Or we love,” you said without thinking.

Sebastian looked at you with visible terror in his eyes. It was not supposed ever to leave your lips.

”Don’t play with me” he said quietly resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes.

You kissed him and stroked his hair gently. It was in mess now, the strands of hair falling on the warm forehead were wet from sweat.

”Please, you can- may, continue, Sebastian”

”I think” he started with a puzzled expression ”that we just fucked a couple of minutes ago”

”Again, please” you looked at him sadly ”I don’t want to leave, go back to those people. I want to stay with you”

Stay with you for eternity. I missed the feeling of being in your arms,

I wish I could never leave them.

You thought but you had enough sanity not to say.

[sugakookie78]

Secret, but not Private (Instagram AU)

Pairing: Group 3:

Post 1: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Post 2: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Post 3: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

All pictures are from either Instagram, Pinterest, or Tumblr

@/danielricciardo Weekend away

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landonorris Was I invited? Was it lost in the mail?

danielricciardo No... you weren't invited at all

landonorris What?

danielricciardo Yeah, we wanted a weekend by ourselves

user1 Who is she?

user2 I don't think anyone knows. This is only the second time Daniel has posted her

@/lewishamilton Date night and beach morning with my love

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sebastianvettel Have fun, man

lewishamilton Thanks!

user1 What? Lewis?

user2 Does anyone know who this is?

user1 No, this is the first time she's been posted too

user3 Lewis is dating someone? How long?

@/sebastianvettel Cozy morning + date night in. Love you!

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lewishamilton You have a lady?

sebastianvettel Yeah, you'll have to meet her soon

user1 She's so secret that even Lewis hasn't met her?

user2 What? Hello?

mickschumacher What food did you have?

sebastianvettel We had some chicken and rice

[sv5hive]

frosting makeover | sv5

pairing: sebastian vettel x reader

warning(s): mentions of drinking, written at midnight, barely proofread

word count: 937

note: a bit short and a bit late but ofc i had to post something for my favourite old man's birthday!!

masterlist!

you had been hard at work in the kitchen since the early hours of the morning while your husband made himself useful at the factory. it was one of the most important days of the year and you had every intention of making it a grand event for the love of your life.

sebastian had said that his birthday wasn't a big deal and that he didn't expect anything special. but if he had learnt anything from his time with you, it was that you believed everyone should be treated like royalty on their special day; after all, it's only one day out of three hundred and sixty five.

in an ideal world, sebastian would have the day off and you would wake him up with breakfast in bed but nevertheless, you would make the most of a bad deal and instead whip up a three course dinner including a birthday cake fit for a king. so, not long after sebastian had pressed a kiss onto your forehead to say goodbye before heading out for work, you got out of bed and readied yourself to create a birthday extravaganza for the man who loved you like no other.

after gruelling away hard at work, you had finally finished decorating the cake with a crude portrait of sebastian with his car and started cleaning up the remaining frosting and stray sprinkles scattered all over the counter. glancing at the clock, you realised he would be home any moment so you decided to change into a more appropriate outfit and set the table ready for you two. as you placed the wine glasses down on the table, you heard the front door click shut as sebastian kicked his shoes off.

"schatz? i'm home! where are you?" he called out from the hallway.

"in here!" you replied back, standing in the dining room in front of the product of your love and labour.

"there you are- what's all this?" he questioned, the corners of his lips curling upwards.

"happy birthday, love! you didn't actually think i wasn't going to make a big deal out of this, right?"

you couldn't hold yourself back anymore as you practically threw yourself into sebastian's arms and planted a kiss on his lips.

"you look even more beautiful than you do normally."

"yeah, yeah, you can compliment me later. now come on! i've been waiting a while already and the food's going to get cold if we keep standing around like idiots!"

you pulled him towards the table decorated with candles, swan napkins and a single rose in a glass vase in the centre. ushering sebastian into his chair, you poured two glasses of wine for yourselves and shortly brought out the first course to begin dinner.

"liebe, this is incredible! how long did this take you?" he asked, tasting a spoonful of the soup.

"oh it's nothing, seb. this is the least i could do when you treat me like this all the time."

he reached across the table and grasped your hand in his before pausing to speak.

"it's not nothing but thank you, schatz, really. i would be completely helpless without you in my life."

in the dim candle light, you dined and got increasingly more drunk throughout the night while discussing everything from this morning's news to workplace gossip. eventually, it was time to get the cake out and have the birthday boy blow out the candles.

as you quietly sang happy birthday to sebastian, he took the chance to engrave this moment into his brain - not everybody gets to spend their birthday with their soulmate but he was one of the lucky ones. he didn't ever think he would be part of the minority who could say they had truly found their person but the universe had other plans for him. so, as you gently encouraged him to make a wish, he simply asked whatever higher being that may exist, to never let it end. he wanted you and your silly birthday cakes with way too much frosting to be allowed on his strict diet for the rest of time.

"tell me, what did you wish for?" you hounded him while removing the candles and cutting a slice for each of you.

"i can't tell you otherwise it won't come true! sorry, schatz." he replied, a sly grin growing on his face.

"what? are you serious? we've been together for how many years now and you still won't tell me what you wish for every year." you playfully called him out as he took a bite of the cake.

"i don't make the rules, okay! hate the game not the player. besides, i wish for the same thing every year and it seems to be working so i really can't tell you."

"oh really? okay, if you say so. how's the cake?" you asked, eating your own slice.

"perfect. everything's perfect, you are perfect. thank you, again."

"i'm glad, you deserve nothing less."

just as sebastian was about to reply, he felt a cool sensation land on the side of his mouth.

"are you serious, schatz?"

"hm? i don't know what you're talking about. oh, you have a little something there by the way." you said, looking up from your plate and pointing to your own face.

"oh, do i?"

"mhm. here, i can get it for you." you quickly stood from your side of the table and kissed the corner of his mouth and returned to your seat. you could only resist for a few seconds before swiping frosting onto the tip of sebastian's nose.

"oh that is it!"

[nonstoplover]

a reason to stay ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: sebastian vettel x fem!reader

song inspiration: reason to stay ~ brett young

summary: just a small drabble about sebastian not wanting the love of his life to get up and leave for work in the morning

words: 2.08K

a/n: this song is literally one of my all time fave songs, brett's genius lyrics can always reach very deep into my heart. i always wanted to write about the situation depicted in the song, and when i listened to it yesterday, i accidentally looked at one of the pictures i have of seb on my wall, and i just knew that it's got to be him i write this about. this song screams sebastian vettel for me. anyway, enjoy!

please, don't be a ghost reader, leave a comment or rb! any feedback is well appreciated!

Saturdays are Sebastian's favourite days since his retirement from Formula One. You may ask, why? It's simple. Those are the days when his wife finally doesn't have to go to work, those days he can have her all to himself. The whole damn day. And without any stupid housework coming up that she just needs to do, as it always is with Sundays.

It's not like he hasn't tried to convince her to stop working, at least for a while. Or okay, fine, just do part-time. He has enough money for them to lead a comfortable life for now. And then he – or they – will figure out the rest in time.

But she loves her job, so what can he really do? She doesn't want to stop, or even go part-time. She enjoys waking up early in the morning, sip her morning coffee while swiftly skimming through the news on her phone. She doesn't mind getting dressed and then leave for work – leaving him alone for the rest of the day, right up until she comes back in the late afternoon. It isn't nearly enough of her for him. He wants more time. He needs more.

But today isn't Saturday. Not yet. It's just a regular Friday, nothing else. One more day of suffering at home, by himself.

Sebastian softly groans to himself, trying to come up with a new idea to keep himself entertained. There are days when he just can't seem to find anything that he would enjoy doing. The days when his mind keeps on straying back to driving race cars, and almost regretting his choice to retire. But only almost. He knows it was the right decision at that very moment. He always wanted to leave the sport when he's still at the top, and who is he kidding? These past seasons he's never had a car capable to win the championship. And anyway, he wanted to spend more time with his wife finally. The only time they have for themselves, just the two of them, are the weekends, and when he was still racing, sometimes those very weekends have been taken away from them just the same. As his mind – mind you, still half asleep as he's just woken up – slowly spins with thoughts, his eyes stray to her sleeping form right next to him.

A beam of early morning sun is sneaking in through the crack in the curtain, casting a glowing, golden orange line on the pillow, leading straight to her face. She's facing him, thankfully, so the light doesn't shine right onto her closed eyelids, waking her up. She's told him so many times to be careful when closing the curtains in the evenings. It's just one of those tiny things she can not stand – waking up to the sun shining in her eyes. 'That's why there's a curtain there in the first place', he can hear the gently scolding tone of her voice in his ears still.

But as the sunlight creeps up onto her laying body, he can't help but notice how it looks just like a halo, as it makes her (y/h/c) strands glow beautifully. She looks like a real life angel – and it's only further proof to what he's already been suspecting. That she's been sent from heaven only to make his life brighter, lovelier, calmer, and in general, more perfect than he ever expected his life to ever be.

He concludes to himself that he just really likes waking up before her as it gives him the chance to watch her sleep looking so peaceful and trouble-less. It must be one of his all time favourite sights. He'll never admit it to her though, he knows well enough that she doesn't like it, when he's watching her sleep. Even when it's in the car on a long journey and they stop at a red light and he turns to find her sleeping soundly by his side. Even when it's in a hotel room that he arrived back late to from a meeting on a Saturday night of a race weekend back when he was still racing. She seems to think she looks ridiculous when sleeping, which eventually led to him having to try his best to keep all his photos of her sleeping a secret.

In the calm silence of the room he can hear all the tiniest of sounds coming from their surroundings – the birds already chirping their morning songs on the other side of the windows, the manual clocks ticking away the precious seconds. Sebastian glances at the clock as his mind registers the sound coming from it, and internally groans with a roll of his eyes as his eyes take in the time. Just five more minutes left before it goes off. He dreads that very moment. The harsh ringing of the alarm breaking the quiet and the peace, ruining everything, ruining these sweet moments he can enjoy without her knowledge.

Out of nowhere a new thought pops in his head. Maybe he could convince her to stay. He has very good ways to do just that. He can be very convincing if he wants to be, and he knows it.

She stirs in her sleep, and his eyes snap back to her face, just in case her eyes flutter open. He loves watching her wake up, even if it means that the dreaded moment came. But no, she just moves until her head rests on his shoulder and her arms over his waist, then lets out a tiny whimper – something that sounds vaguely like his name – and then continues sleeping just as calmly as she's been doing up until then. He got a few more precious minutes.

His hand softly moves to rest on her upper back, unconsciously twirling a strand of her silk-like hair around his fingers. His own eyes close lightly again, enjoying the gentle press of their heads together. If he could, he would stay like this forever.

But then the alarm clock actually goes off, making Sebastian think one or two swear words in his mind as his arm shoots out in the direction of the device to make it silent again, while shifting his head a bit to be able to see his lover better. Her fingers twitch, he can feel it on the skin of his waist, and then her eyes eventually open – just for a second, before they close again, only to repeat the same notion a few times in the following seconds. Her body fights against waking up.

A smile makes its way onto his face, just as her eyelids open for the last time, revealing those sparkling (y/e/c) orbs to him, the ones he could easily get lost in every time she flashes them at him. Her lips lazily curve similarly to his as she takes in the sight of him.

"Morning," her slightly raspy voice fills the air of their bedroom in a whisper.

"Good morning, angel."

"You been awake for long?" she tightens her arm around him for a second, making him press a peck on top of her head in return.

"No, just woke up at the alarm." Small white lies like this never hurt anyone – especially if it means he doesn't have to stop watching her sleep and take pictures of her while doing so.

Then her fingers leave his skin, and he can feel her start moving further from his body. His arm doesn't loosen though, not even a bit, trying to keep her where she's been. "I gotta make my coffee, Seb," she lets out a giggle, feeling his hold remain on her.

"No," comes his simple reply.

"What do you mean, no?" her giggle grows into a somewhat louder chuckle.

"If you have your coffee, you will just leave sooner."

"Darling, I'll have to leave sooner or later, and you know it."

"I don't want you to."

Her body shifts in his arms, resulting in two things. His arms tighten around her torso even more, and her face turns entirely towards him, to be able to gaze into his eyes deeply and comfortably.

"We've been through this, Sebastian, please," she smiles. "I have to go to work."

He pouts, eyes boring into hers with an unspoken plead.

"You're behaving like a baby again."

Her words are familiar to his ears, since not more than two mornings prior they had a conversation almost exactly the same as this one. With a sigh he lets the muscles in his face move back to their natural state, just watching her with adoring eyes. "Okay, I stop. In exchange, can I at least kiss you?

Attentive icy blue orbs snap down towards her lips just as she bites into the bottom one, the cheeky, flirty grin painted on all his features. She nods, and that's all it takes for the man to lean in, capturing her in a breathtaking kiss. He pours all his thoughts and emotions into the action, letting her feel it in the taste of his lips, in the small gasps of air leaving him, in the way his eyelashes brush against her cheek every once in a while.

He's determined.

He wants to make her get lost in the kiss like she did so many times before. To get so lost that she completely forgets where she is, what their previous conversation was about, and most importantly, what time of what day it was. He kisses her to make her think it's already Saturday.

At her still mumbled words, he admits defeat. His kisses didn't work. Not this time. With a sigh audible enough to make her feel just a tiny bit guilty, he lets his arms slacken around her and his upper body to fall down, his back reconnecting with the mattress along with the sound of a soft thud.

With the help of his arms, he presses her warm body tightly into his, entirely engulfing her in his embrace. This is all he ever wants to do.

"Seb," she mumbles against his lips after a few minutes pass by. He pretends not to hear her, just keeps on stealing the oxygen from her lungs, hoping that just these few more moments are going to be enough to get what he wants. "Seb." Her voice comes louder and more certain the second time, as she tenderly forces her hands in-between their upper bodies to apply pressure to his chest, trying to push him off of her. "I really do need to get up."

"Oh, come on, love, don't look so heartbroken. I'll be back at five," she reaches out to caress his cheek before moving her legs from where they were tangled with his all throughout the night. "It's not the end of the world."

"Maybe to you, it isn't," he grumbles, knowing just how childish he sounds right now.

She shakes her head with another giggle, cute and angelic as always, making his heart skip a beat, and all of a sudden he can't help himself, just got to steal another kiss from her lips. He crashes into her with such force that this time it's her back that thuds against the mattress, and a surprised gasp of air leaves her lungs, right into his mouth. She kisses him back with just the same passion still, getting over her surprise in a short moment.

Another few minutes pass in relative silence – only the sounds of their lips moving along each other can be heard.

"Sebastian, you can't make me late," her weak attempt comes once more not to his surprise.

"Says who?" he mumbles back without a skip, not moving the tiniest bit further away from her, instead just pressing his knee right into the space between her legs, technically sticking her to the mattress. Only when he can feel their position being secure is when he lets their lips disconnect, just to be able to properly look into her eyes with a mischievous glint. "I bet I can make what you just said a lie."

"Do you?" she raises an eyebrow, knowing full well that it's enough for him to feel challenged. And when he smells challenge, there's nothing that can stop him or make him back down.

Sebastian nods, his nose brushing against hers in the process. "I'll give you a reason to stay."

And maybe now, just this once, she can call in sick to work.

.::the end::.

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*new* Intimate Conversations (finale)

Title: Intimate Conversations

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x female character x Jenson Button

Rating: +18

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings/notes: Established relationship. Threesome. M/F/M

Summary: Threesomes mess up your relationship, they said.

A/N: Last chapter posted. Took a bit but we got there.

Link to the full fic on AO3 here.

"Looks like you could use a hand to take care of that, Seb."

There was no way Stella had heard that.

It had to be the foggy lust haze blurring sounds in her ears. But Jenson was most certainly shifting closer to Sebastian and reaching out, slowly enough that they could tell exactly what he was about to do.

Sebastian had frozen on his tracks, half sitting with a leg tucked under him, fleshy inner thigh fully laid out.

He made no move to stop Jenson.

Hyperaware, Stella followed how lube slicked fingers wrapped around her boyfriend's cock and slid along the shaft. Sebastian, too, watched, eyes wide like saucers, as the head appeared and disappeared from the inside of his closed fist. Jenson's fingers brushed under his balls and Sebastian inhaled sharply. His body stirred, of course, reacting to the stimulus.

"Is it alright like this?" Jenson whispered.

Stella was holding her breath. Sebastian lifted his chin, blinking in that slow manner of his. "I-I don't know what to tell you, man."

"Do you want me to stop?" And he followed that by thumbing the slit with particular care.

Sebastian's mouth formed a perfect "o", filled with pleasure. "Yes," he swallowed. "No. I-I don't know." At his side, the sheet was bunched up in his fist and he squirmed a little on the spot, as if he didn't know what to do with his legs. Jenson was grinning. "Maybe keep going. Keep going... you're not so bad at it," he added.

"Naturally talented is what they call it, mate," he teased. His grip seemed firmer, as he flicked his wrist, and the skin on skin sounds hit louder than they perhaps normally would. It was deliciously tantalising and Stella didn't trust herself to even wonder where that might lead. "Tell me how you like it, c'mon."

"I didn't expect I'd be needing to explain that to you," he breathed. He was nibbling on his bottom lip now.

Jenson released him - Sebastian's brow furrowing with clear disappointment - and his seductive eyes darted meaningfully to his own lap. "What if I told you I'd love it if you showed me?"

The two men were close enough that Jenson was within reach from his right hand. It was a challenge.

One that Sebastian would not turn down.

Sure enough, a few expectant moments later the German slowly made a move. It was such a striking image, seeing him stroking another man's cock. His hand seemed smaller, there was a degree of uncertainty, it was all so very different compared to how it went when he touched himself.

Tip of his tongue sticking out, Sebastian tilted his head to the side as he got accustomed to the sensation of pleasuring someone else that way, gradually displaying more confidence.

Stretching out their legs to sit more comfortably, they applied some lube at Jenson's suggestion before carrying on in a mutual exchange. Stella was gifted with a front row view to it all.

"You're telling me you've never done this, Seb?" Jenson sounded slightly breathless.

The reply came as a simple shake of head, Sebastian mouthing "no".

"With none of your karting buddies in a locker room? When you were the last ones around?"

"I don't know what it was like for you," he scoffed, "but everyone was always bigger and older than me. The kids, the sponsors..."

"I suppose it's never too late, is it?"

Sebastian appeared fascinated, watching as they wanked each other, his right arm and Jenson's left crossed over each other's laps. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, pretty much mirroring each other.

Stella giggled. "I think I found the next OnlyFans stars."

A small smile pulled at the corner of Sebastian's mouth; Jenson winked at her. "Oh, yeah? Why don't you come over here so you can get your share?"

She had no interest in changing the dynamics yet.

Sebastian shot a loaded glance at his fellow driver and Stella sensed something changing.

"Jenson, is it okay if I give you a blowjob?"

The blond's head snapped up. Sebastian was staring at him in a disarmed manner as if he had just offered him a lift to the circuit.

"D-did I hear that right? You're offering to- you want to suck me off?"

Sebastian went redder, a mix of coyness and naughtiness on the lopsided grin that formed. "Why not?" He glanced at Stella, then shrugged and withdrew from Jenson's lap. "I never tried it. And I mean, since we're here now. Obviously, if you don't mind. But I don't think you do."

"Oh, wow." Jenson was floored but the dark pupils did not conceal his primal reaction. "As if I'd ever say no to that. I think you're trying to kill me."

"No, not really, I hope I'm not that bad!" He joked. "So how do you wanna do this, how should we...?" And he gesticulated to the general area of the bed.

Moving aside immediately, Stella made room for Jenson, the British driver preparing to recline against the headboard, fluffing a pillow to stuff behind his back. Sebastian searched for Stella's hand, giving it a squeeze, and placed a kiss on her lips. He seemed a little anxious all of a sudden.

"What if I like it?"

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."

She sat comfortably beside Jenson, the temperature in the room rising steeply at the mere sight of Sebastian crawling all the way up from the end of the bed and then above him. Sitting on his heels for a moment, their limbs entwined, he focused on the generous erection resting on Jenson's belly as if he was assessing the task.

Without any warning, he grabbed him at the base and experimentally licked him up like an ice cream. Jenson responded with a mighty shudder and Stella heard him curse under his breath.

Sitting back up, Sebastian winced and cleared his throat. Stella immediately pipped in, "You get used to the taste."

"Right." He tucked the unruly locks of wavy hair behind his ears and grinned. "Any tips?"

"You know the drill," Jenson folded his tattooed arm under his head and spread wider on the mattress, making himself more accessible. "It can't really go wrong. Just do what feels good when you're on the receiving end, let's put it like that."

"Really careful with your teeth," Stella added, caressing his arm encouragingly. "And don't get too excited, don't take more than you think you can."

"Small mistake, big consequences, I get it." The permanent blush that had set on his cheeks made him incredibly boyish; the combination with his bright eyes was irresistible. "Maybe I should practise first. You have a banana? No?" He shook his head, amusing himself.

"You can practise all you want on me, Seb, I promise."

"Okay, no fruit. Just fruity." Sebastian leaned forward again, this time bracing himself on one elbow. Jenson twitched when he rested a hand on his hipbone. "Where the hell did you pull this from? Fuck, it's so big."

His tongue darted out. Slowly, it flattened over the tip, licking once. He wetted his lips then swirled his tongue around the head; and then he moved down to take him in his mouth. Stella watched the way his cheeks hollowed when he sucked. Jenson hissed, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" She asked Sebastian.

He drew back. "Yeah. Bit weird but I'm still drunk enough," he chuckled.

"Don't worry, just keep going..." Jenson gasped when he resumed. "A four time Formula 1 champion sucking my dick. God, in my wildest dreams. In my wildest dreams..."

Sebastian was giving it his full, undivided attention, just as he did with everything else in his life. With his lips stretched around the full width of Jenson's cock, his mouth glided up and down over the wetness, hand rubbing what he couldn't reach, ridiculous eyelashes laid against his cheeks. He looked up at Jenson to check his responses, a wisp of curly hair fallen in front of his eyes.

Watching her boyfriend staring squarely at another man while sucking him diligently might rank as the hottest thing Stella had ever witnessed in her entire life.

"Enjoying myself loads, Seb." Jenson's voice had mellowed into a lazy, sultry drawl and he massaged his shoulder fondly. "You look incredible doing this. Do you mind if I-" And he placed a hand on top of his head. There was no protest. "I refuse to believe this is your first time. I absolutely refuse to believe it. Stella, your boyfriend is a natural at giving head. You must know this." Sebastian averted his gaze and his ears were turning crimson.

"Of course he is, he's amazing in bed." Filled with silly pride, she snuggled to him and rubbed his back in appreciation. "He's good at everything."

She saw him swallowing and Jenson released a louder groan. "Oh, fuck, yes...oh, fuck, I'm gonna come so quick."

Jenson cupped the back of Sebastian's head and, together with Stella, stroked his shoulders, down his backside and thighs, everywhere they could reach. Stella pressed her thumbs to the dimples on the small of his back and proceeded to run her tongue up the deep ridge of his spine.

There was no denying it, he was definitely aroused.

"Don't worry, I'll help you feel good, love."

She grabbed him between his legs and he immediately moaned around Jenson. He was hard as a rock.

"Tell me what he's like, Stella." And she could hear Sebastian breathing harder. "How much have you really done?"

Pulling out and wiping at his mouth, Sebastian braced himself on both arms. "Just because I'm blowing you it doesn't mean you get to know everything."

"Oh, lord..." Jenson jerked, his nails digging on Sebastian's shoulder blade when he lowered his head and continued sucking him. "You love this, don't you? C'mon, don't think I can't tell. Don't think I didn't notice how much you liked what she did to you either. Before, when we were on the couch." There was a gagging noise from Sebastian and Jenson's muscles tightened up, his face contorting sharply. He was quickly pushing at the German's shoulder now. "Wait, wait. Stop for a moment. Please. Seb, you have to stop now."

A little dazed, Sebastian sat back up while Jenson removed himself from under him. He was all puffy and glossy pink lips and seemed confused at whether he'd done something very good or very bad. Stella decided clarifications were a waste of time and simply swerved his face towards hers. He returned the kiss with hunger and they were cupping each other's faces in an instant, his fingers knotting in her hair tightly.

She dipped her face to his collarbone to cover him in kisses, running her tongue along the dips and hollows and shapes of his upper body, sucking and nipping as she went along, aching for the taste of the sweat on his skin and the coarse texture of his chest hair on her face. Her hands ran up and down his torso and cupped his toned pectoral muscles. He always felt incredible under her touch, so strong yet vulnerable. He gasped against the side of her head when she tweaked his nipples.

The snap of a condom was followed by Jenson moving around on the mattress. He settled behind Sebastian, who quickly glanced one side to another before relaxing at his proximity. Nuzzling the side of his neck, he slid a hand around the German's waist to his front. Stella caught on to it and guided him down.

Sebastian surfaced from her kiss and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck..." His voice sounded thicker, swamped in arousal. The moonlight coming in through the window pane fell on his eyes and eyelashes from the side in a flattering angle and the golden hairs on his stubble shone bright.

They wanked him together. Facing up, chest heaving with shallow pants, Sebastian seemed completely undone and she stroked his damp hair back, away from his forehead.

"Jenson," he called out.

"I'm here, tell me... tell me what you need."

Stella saw Jenson's buttocks contracting when he tilted forward in a fluid hip swivel. Sebastian's head lolled back to land on Jenson's shoulder, their host wrapping his free arm around his slim waist.

"Jenson... I need to think about that first, I'm sorry."

"I wasn't going to, I swear," he chuckled. "Certainly never without asking!"

"I know you weren't. I'm just saying in advance, I don't think I'm ready for more." Sebastian gazed up at Jenson. "But you can go back to what you were doing. It felt good."

Jenson's grin was feral and there was another roll of hips. "Is that so?"

"Oh..."

It was a mix of a chuckle and a breathy moan and his arm shot around Jenson's neck. Upright on his knees, back bowed in a perfect curve, thighs flexed and his cock proud and erect in Jenson's hand, he pushed back into the other man's crotch.

The bed was dipping where their knees were set wide apart for balance, the two nestled tightly and grinding together. That was when Stella had a glimpse of it - the tip of Jenson's cock peeking, snug in the middle of her boyfriend's pert buttocks.

She completely missed entirely what Jenson was whispering but Sebastian's fingers at the back of his head were desperate to grasp at something. Cupping the side of his face, Jenson pressed his lips on the corner of his mouth. Heads tilted, they drew closer.

It was clumsy. All tongue and teeth between harsh breaths and noses bumping, Jenson's palms splayed open over Sebastian's thighs, stroking him languorously as they kissed.

The air was saturated with sweat and humidity, the smell of torrid heat and sex everywhere. It dawned on Stella that she had retreated from the action entirely and she didn't care. She was mesmerised, committed to etch every second into her brain.

"Suck", Jenson instructed.

He had cupped Sebastian's jaw and his thumb had slipped in by the corner of his mouth. Blindly, Sebastian only closed his lips around his finger under the scorching gaze from Jenson. A drop of sweat ran down the Brit's sideburn.

"You make me wanna come all over you." Jenson growled, returning to his groin and teasing him with his fingertips. "Do you know... everytime we sprayed champagne on each other on the fucking podium, right there in front of everyone... I had this insane fantasy of locking you somewhere with me?"

Sebastian's eyes squeezed shut. "It's just... adrenaline."

"That's what you tell yourself?"

Sebastian grunted and Jenson shifted, as if looking for a different angle. They dropped forward on all fours on the bed.

"Like this?"

"Yeah...yeah..." Head bowed as Jenson humped him and wanked him with fast strokes at the same time, his body was taut as a wire.

"I'd be on my knees for you, Seb, anytime you wanted. Anywhere. You just had to ask."

His eyes were crinkled, his mouth wide open and gasping. His hand covered Jenson's.

"Why didn't you?"

His face scrunched up; Jenson growled into the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

One after the other they came, their joined hands dirty with pearly white fluid.

They collapsed on the bed next to each other.

***

Monte Carlo's old school glamour was special, Stella contemplated as she took another drag of her cigarette. There was some traffic noise in the distance, scattered voices, music travelling swiftly over the water and floating from various directions. Still riding the heatwave from their evening, she noted how the night too was warmer than usual for the season.

She heard the boys' voices at low volume when she left the bathroom earlier; they had a bottle of Johny Walker with them. She forced herself to leave the pair on their own and returned to the living room to pluck a much needed cigarette from her bag. She had an inkling they had some catching up to do.

Everything felt out of kilter, somehow.

It would happen sometimes, after such nights. And the previous couple of hours did feel as if she'd been high, chemicals pumping through her veins. The crash wasn't so bad as others she'd experienced in the past but this particular aftertaste represented a strange twist.

"Hey."

Equally stark naked, Sebastian rested his elbows on the balcony's balustrade by her side. She stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray she'd stolen from the table.

A finger poked her in the ribs and she bowed her head with a smile, pulling her long hair over one shoulder, before eyeing him from the side. He was already awaiting her gaze, with a smile of his own. They chuckled at the same time.

"You okay?" She cosied up to him and his arm wrapped around her. A kiss on the top of her head brought a contented sigh.

"That was wild."

"You didn't actually believe you'd be watching from the sidelines all night, alone?" She snorted. "I know you better than that, love."

"No, but I-I didn't think it would get... that far. You get carried away."

She muffled another giggle against his collarbone. "Nothing wrong with that."

"Hmm."

"Oh. You're full of regrets already."

"No. Did you have fun?" He asked and she nodded emphatically, grinning at him. "Got what you wanted?"

"Way more than I expected." She dropped a butterfly kiss on his shoulder and he rubbed her arm. She sighed, playing with her fingernails. "I think- remember what you said about keeping some things to us?" She felt him nodding. "I think that... I mean, this is great. Doing all this. It's insane, it's so fucking good. And then there's that insane afterglow and it hits you strong. Yeah. And I... it's odd but, now it also feels-"

Stella didn't know how to explain this foreign emotion. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. She was full and empty; satisfied yet wanting more; feeling luckier than ever and deeply relieved Jenson was happily married.

"Yeah. A bit weird, no?" He supplied, softly.

"Yeah."

The lights at the port flickered. Parties hosted at yachts would be in full swing, clubs were packed. All because of the famous race that took over the principality every year without fail.

"I don't regret this at all," Sebastian stated. "I tried something new, I'm happy that I did it and I wanna do more of that. Not necessarily this, you know," he chuckled, gesturing in a circle as if to encompass them and the house. "I'm not so sure this is something I wanna repeat in the future. But there are many, many other things in life I want to try and find out. Stella, I-" he sighed. "I haven't decided about next season. There's so much I want to do. I want to be there for my kids. I want to be there for you. I don't want you to be the one flying across the world all the time to be with us and I don't want you to sacrifice your career and your dreams so that we can be together. You deserve to have your life too."

She took a deep breath. "No. Sebastian. No. I stand by what I said before. And the time before that. Your choice cannot be based on what you think I need."

"It doesn't work like that. You deserve someone who gives you their time and attention."

"You already do that," she turned in his arms to face him. "I'm with you because I love you, just the way you are. No one else in this world could possibly give me more so stop creating other narratives. Do what makes you happier. You only get one life and racing is something you can only do now. What makes you happy, makes me happy."

"Aww." There was a tender smile playing on his lips and he ran a finger down her nose. "I know. And I love you for that. Which is why I don't want to make the same mistakes."

Her throat turned very dry and she couldn't find fitting words to reply to that.

"Now I'm all sad again that I won't see you for a month," he added, before pulling her in a hug.

To that she could relate. They believed at some point that saying goodbye would become easier, simply because it would be routine and they would get used to it; on the contrary, it seemed to become harder every time.

"Jenson said we're welcome to stay, we can take one of the guest rooms," he said in her ear.

"You wanna stay?"

"As you prefer." A pause. "How awkward would it be tomorrow?"

"For me? Not much." She let out a laugh and he retaliated with a pinch on her side, making her yelp. "He was so nice. A lot of blokes like him are absolute arseholes in bed, but he was not." Sebastian replied with a non-committal hum. "Did you have a nice chat?" She scratched at the centre of his chest with a fingernail and he turned bright red. "Okay, I swear I'll stop teasing. At some point. And, for the record, you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with."

"Ah but that's silly, how can I not be comfortable with you?"

"Maybe you need to work it out in your head first."

He blinked, as if the idea hadn't occurred to him.

"Let's go back in," she grabbed the ashtray. "Fuck this, I need to stop smoking." She was walking away from the balustrade but Sebastian held her back by her hand.

"Was he better?"

It caught her off guard. Could be a joke but she wasn't sure. She replied with an eyeroll. "Please, as if you don't know the answer to that."

A big grin and he pushed himself from the wall. He spooned her and whispered in her ear, "I agree."

He kissed her cheek and they went back in, sliding the balcony door closed behind them.

The End

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- cancer rising conjuncting his cancer mars + lilith. he will find you physically attractive. oh god, it's going to give push and pull booktok trope 👀 this plot is thick goddamn! "run and i'll chase you till i have you" vibes. there's so much aspecting the planets between you and seb i do not know where to start! he is friends with yours and that's how you meet, seb appeals to be a playboy but you're the type not to waste time and prefer to be more stable in relationships so he sees you as a challenge to attain. he thinks having you to himself would emotionally fulfill him so you make him chase. honestly, walk him like a dog 🫦 WE LOVE GIRLBOSSES HERE - your leo sun is alone as seb does not have leo placements. regardless, your leo sun trines with his jupiter in which is a very lucky placement when it comes to money. so you might have ways to help him expound his wealth and honestly, that's a slay. GET THE BAG FR no fumbling! there's also a lot of aspects that says that you both are going to be good business partners as well! also your sun trines with his ceres which is in his 4th house, it's giving feel at home and harmonious aspect. healthy one i believe but with your pluto sitting on his 4th house, this brings so much into the table. pluto talks about death, rebirth, transformation. just like i said before and i will say again, this is a make or break aspect. it depends on the couple's maturity to work on this. if they managed to plough through, then it will be worthwhile. - your sagittarius moon is aspecting his saturn. very much marriage indicator and the fact that this is conjuncting his inum coeli which makes this even more stronger. you guys will built a house on stone and strong foundation that will last for years. seb will be very mature to you with regards to family life and will take his role as a father and husband very seriously. this man is committed and just as we witnessed, we literally see him retire because of his family. that is so manly of him and you just deserve this just like any other woman should! - i love how your virgo venus is aspecting his ascendant and his moon sitting on your 4th house. 🥹 this is so domestic because you both will be investing in the comfort of your house to the point you guys do not even have to go out if not needed or wanted. i am starting to cry! but please, do family planning! because you and his jupiter is aspecting so much fertility in this synastry chart. if you're not too fond of so much babies like five children at least, family planning helps. SO MUCH. - also, he might visit your dreams (THIS SOUNDS WEIRD I KNOW) but it's a soul bond you know? you both are going to be in the same dream even if you're sleeping next to each other. you guys are going to laugh your assess off in the morning because it's weird 😭😭 he will be most likely to ask if you saw him in your dream and he's going to be teasing you about it. - conclusion: it's giving husband and wife, marriage material and i am absolutely floored. i love domesticated relationships and laid back couples because who doesn't?

any thoughts? thank you for participating! 𔘓 congratulations on your 3k as well again, lola!

[starkwlkr]

she’s the boss | sebastian vettel

ferrari team principal!reader

an: for fanfic purposes, sebastian won a championship with ferrari let me be delusional sorry lewis

2015

A new season of formula 1 had started and with it came the arrival of Sebastian to Ferrari. While Sebastian was dominating the track with Red Bull, you stayed with the red team and in 2014, you were declared the new team principal. Of course the news made headlines. A woman as team principal for one of the top teams in formula 1? Would Enzo Ferrari approve of this?

But you were determined to prove you belong with the team. That was something Sebastian admired about you.

Race after race, Kimi and Sebastian finished in the points. It was clear that the season was Ferrari’s season. After each race, you always made sure to watch Kimi and Sebastian on the podium. Each podium, Sebastian made sure to wink at you. Sometimes he would even mouth a few loving words towards you.

After Sebastian’s victory in Singapore, the German had asked you to meet him for a celebratory dinner. Thinking he had asked Kimi and others from the team, you didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until he knocked on your hotel door that you finally figured it out.

“So is this a date?” You asked.

“Only if you want it to be.” Sebastian replied.

“You are such a flirt, Sebastian Vettel.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“I’ve been told that, but it sounds so much better coming from you.”

Soon, you and Sebastian were on your way to a restaurant that he thought you would love. It wasn’t too fancy, but it was perfect for you two.

Sebastian, being the gentleman he is, made sure you felt comfortable at all times. Instead of talking about work, he wanted to get to know you better. He learned that you always loved the color red, about your siblings and that when you were younger you had a massive crush on Patrick Swayze. When your food came to the table, Sebastian took the opportunity to ask something he’s been dying to know.

“Do you think we can go on another date soon?” Sebastian asked.

“I want to, but what if the FIA thinks what we’re doing is inappropriate?”

You enjoyed being around Sebastian. Not only was he a great driver, but he was an even greater person. He always made you laugh and comforted you when you needed it. It was hard not to fall in love with Sebastian Vettel.

“Sebastian, I don’t want either of us to get fired.” You told him.

“I guess we’ll have to sneak around. God, you make me feel like a teenager again.”

So that’s what you did. Before every race, you would sneak into his driver’s room and give him a good luck kiss. He insisted on getting one from you every race, you didn’t kind of course.

It was the last race of the 2015 season and Sebastian was fighting Lewis for the championship. You were nervous, but confident that Sebastian would bring home the title. It felt like a dream come true seeing Sebastian come in first while Lewis came in third.

“Sebastian Vettel, you’re the world champion! You did it, Seb!” Sebastian heard you on the radio.

“This one’s for you!” His message warmed your heart. If only you could truly celebrate as a couple without hiding.

At the podium, Sebastian was all smiles. Who wouldn’t? He had just one his first championship with Ferrari. It was a dream come true. While you stayed with the team, Sebastian celebrated on the podium with Kimi and Lewis.

“Y/n, you’ve been called to the stewards.” Sebastian’s race engineer, Riccardo, told you. “Have we been given a penalty just now? Do you know something?”

“No . . . If Sebastian asks, tell him I’ll see him later. We have no penalty, I’m sure of that. This is probably not serious.” You tried to play it off, but he wasn’t buying it.

“Okay, if you say so.” Riccardo gave you a hug before you left.

As you walk to the stewards, people around you called your name followed by congratulations or a hug. At the moment, you didn’t even feel like celebrating. All you felt was the nerves going through your body.

Finally, you made it to the stewards office ready to face what was coming. Would you be fired for being in a relationship with one of your drivers? You hoped not.

You entered the office and saw the FIA president, Jean Todt, looking over race footage. When he noticed you, he smiled. You weren’t told he would be attending the race.

“Y/n, congratulations to you and Ferrari. You have done a great job. I hope I didn’t interrupt any celebrations yet.” Jean told you.

“No, Sebastian was still celebrating on the podium when i was called here.” You tried your best to look fine, but deep down you were scared.

“Speaking of Sebastian, he’s a great driver, isn’t he?” Oh no, here it comes.

“Yes, Ferrari is honored to have him and Kimi as well. They’re both incredible drivers”

“But what do you think about Sebastian?”

Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jean, you know I respect you and Ferrari and Formula one so much. I don’t want to lose my job. I love this team to death. I understand what I did was inappropriate and it will never happen again, I swear by it. But if I’m no longer the team principal, I understand.” You blurted out.

All Jean did was chuckle. What?

“You think you’re fired? Y/n, Ferrari just won another championship and you think I’m going to fire you? The team would be crazy to let you go.” Jean spoke.

“Can I ask why I’m here then? Did Sebastian get a penalty?” You gasped. It would absolutely crush you if Sebastian got a penalty and he got his championship taken away.

“No, no! You’re here because I wanted to congratulate you and Sebastian on your engagement.”

What?

“I’m sorry?” You stood there more confused than ever.

“Marriage is a beautiful thing. I’m not yet married, but i know it is. I’m sure you and Sebastian will be very happy with each other.” Jean said. “I don’t want to hold you here for much longer. I don’t want Sebastian thinking you were kidnapped. Congratulations.” Jean gave you a hug.

Again, you were so confused. Did he know something? As you left the office, you saw Sebastian waiting outside with a concerned look on his face.

“What happened? Hey, talk to me.” Sebastian grabbed your hand. He was surprised you didn’t pinch or gave him a look for grabbing your hand in public.

“Did you say something to Jean about me?” You ask him.

“Like what? You know I always talk about you.” Sebastian replied. It was true. He took any opportunity to talk about you.

“Well he congratulated us on our engagement, which I didn’t know about. When were you going to tell me we were engaged?”

Oh shit, thought Sebastian.

“I might’ve told Jean that I loved you so much that I would marry you as soon as possible. To be fair, i was drunk! But that doesn’t mean it’s a lie!”

All you could do was laugh. At least he wasn’t the type of drunk to cause problems. You found it cute that he said that when he was drunk actually.

“You’re unbelievable, Seb.” You smiled at him.

“So you think we should do that? Get married?” He placed a kiss on your hand.

“When the time comes around. Come on, champ, let’s celebrate.” You finally kissed him not caring that others were around you. You were done hiding.

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

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1st — phone sex, Lando Norris

2nd — choking, Lewis Hamilton

3rd — quickie, Toto Wolff

4th — cockwarming, Max Verstappen

5th — virginity loss, Charles Leclerc

6th — love bite/ marking/ vampire!AU, Oscar Piastri

7th — face fucking, Carlos Sainz

8th — almost getting caught/ public sex, Sebastian Vettel

9th — size difference, George Russell

10th — breeding kink, Mark Webber

11th — mutual masturbation, Jenson Button

12th — face sitting, Lewis Hamilton

13th — mommy kink, Max Verstappen

14th — wax play, Toto Wolff

15th — keeping quiet, Peter Bonnington

16th — toys, Lando Norris

17th — lingerie, Fernando Alonso

18th — role play, Sebastian Vettel

19th — 69ing, Oscar Piastri

20th — cock worship, Jenson Button

21st — stripper, Toto Wolff

22nd — hate fucking, Max Verstappen

23rd — double penetration, Lewis - Charles

24th — thigh riding, Kimi Räikkönen

25th — humiliation, Mark Webber

26th — food play, Carlos Sainz

27th — your choice, 

28th — heels, Lando Norris

29th — praise kink, Charles Leclerc

30th — blindfold, Nico Rosberg

31st — nipple play/ lactation kink, Max Verstappen

[velocesainz]

Pls write rbr seb smut plsss

Dnf distraction

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Summary: reader is a driver and is rivals with seb. Seb gets mad after a dnf and takes it out on reader

Warnings: smut

Pairing: rbr!Sebastian x driver! Reader

Reader pov:

Me and Sebastian have been rivals ever since our karting days.

Those karting rivalries have evolved into today.

Formula 1 rivalry.

Me and him were competing for the championship

Me for my first in my rookie year and him for his fifth

I was the only person who could challenge him and to say that he doesn’t like me would be a wild understatement

I was getting ready for the race when Sebastian walked into my drivers room

“What are you doing here Sebastian?” I honestly didn’t want anything to do with him at the moment since I was worried about the race

This race was going to either solidify my championship or completely destroy my chances

“I just wanted to remind you who was on top and who will win their 5th championship” he responded

I just shoved him out of the room and went to look over some last minute details about my performance

Timeskip:

I had won.

I just solidified my championship.

Apparently Sebastian had a dnf which meant I had officially won the championship in my rookie year

My team surrounded me and hoisted me up cheering me on

I did feel a little bad for Sebastian but then I remembered what he said to me earlier so I didn’t really care

After three podium celebrations I was packing up when I saw Sebastian around my garage

“Hey seb, you doing ok? I heard about your dnf, I’m really sorry” I told him

I felt bad so I decided to go talk to him

He turned around and looked at me with murderous rage in his ever darkening eyes

He backed me up into a wall in my empty garage

“You cost me my championship. You have been a bad little girl. I’m going to show you your real place” he whispered in my ear

Child ran up my spine in anticipation

He removed my team gear and ran his cold hands around my body

“That’s right leibe, keep squirming like that” he praised

He sparkly undressed himself and slowly aligned himself with my entrance and slowly thrusted in

“Oh god you’re so fucking tight leibe, even better than I imagined” he moaned out

Noises were coming out of my mouth non-stop encouraging seb even more

He started thrusting faster and faster into me nearly sending me over the edge

“I-I’m gonna cum seb” I whimpered out with the little energy I had left in me

“Me too leibe, just hold on for a second” he replied

His thrusts became sloppier and we both came at the same time

Our panting bodies still against a wall in my garage

“You know you’re a great distraction from my problems. Like my dnf for example, also congrats on the championship” he whispered and kissed me softly helping me out on my clothing

We both went back home with some great memories.

A/n: sorry if it’s a little short. As always send me your feedback for the fic. Requests are also open again! Kissies ✨

[bellewintersroe]

Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader. Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 6 - Warning: this chapter contains smut, descriptions of female masturbation, reader thinking about Sebastian in a sexual way. The crew enjoy a pool day in Germany, celebrating Sebastian’s win. Here’s the LINK to the previous part.

My hands caressed against the soft of my breast, squeezing gently as my eyes fluttered closed, Sebastian thick on my mind. The way his hands would linger on my waist, my shoulders, my hands. His eyes would catch sight of my breasts sometimes and he’d look so entranced. I imagined the feeling of my ass pressed up against his crotch, only I’d push back more, feeling the hard of his cock swell in his pants. Slowly, yet somehow impatiently, my fingers would trace over the soft fabric of my panties, feeling the damp spot where my wetness had soaked through. It was early morning, and I’d awoken in my hotel room, my not so innocent dream fresh on my mind. Sebastian had been knelt in front of me, hands grazing over the smooth of my thighs and ass, as I faced back to him. The feeling of his desperation, our body’s colliding as he didn’t waste any time pushing his cock deep inside of me.

The dream had ended before I got any further. disappointing, but I was left as frustrated as ever. The thoughts had turned sexual over the weeks of knowing him, the veins in his hands when he’d wrap one around my wrist, the action of him pulling me into his front. My hands worked at removing my underwear, freeing myself completely as I tossed them to one side, running my hands over my wetness. I didn’t want to delay anything, my index finger pressed up against the sensitivity of my clit, shuddering at the sensation of instant pleasure. I hadn’t touched myself in so long.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as I began rubbing myself at a comfortable pace. My legs separated and bent at the knee as I spread them wide, trying my best to imagine Sebastian in between them. His lips would glisten with my wetness, his large hands trailing over my thighs before he dipped two fingers in my pussy.

My other fingers moved down, sliding one inside of me as a louder moan escaped my lips. The sound of the TV muffled them as my whole body tensed, going rigid from the sensation. “Sebastian… please.” I whispered, his name falling off my lips a little too easily. As my fingers worked faster I imagined him working harder between my legs, sliding his veiny cock in and out, sweat covering his face and chest as he huffed and puffed from the pleasure.

I whined, bucking my hips up at the thought of his dick fucking in and out of me, slamming inside of me. I felt empty without his cock, something I’d yet to experience. I wanted him- I needed him. The dirty images that filled my mind only caused me to whisper Seb’s name over and over. It was like a mantra, my pussy ached and dampened the more I thought about him, and as my movements became faster I felt myself becoming more slick.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure became overwhelming and I peaked, finishing with a muffled moan, panting harshly. My chest and tits were covered with a sheen of sweat as it rose and fell quickly. I shuddered as my pussy pulsated, coming down from my intense orgasm. God, I could’ve kept going again and again with the thought of Sebastian heavy on my mind. I had been starved of sex for so long that my body practically burned with desire for a man that wasn’t even mine. His admission from months ago lingered also on my mind. I felt ready, I felt like it was needed, I was just too nervous to approach and tell him I wanted him to give me what he offered me months ago. Did he still feel the same? I hoped so…

That early afternoon, I approached the private beach area where a lot of the Red Bull team were chilling. My friends were gathered, drinking cocktails, some in the sea, some bathing in the sun. A smile broke out on my face as I stumbled over in my bikini, holding a pina colada in one hand, and my towel in the other, beach bag slung over one shoulder. I never knew Germany had such beautiful beaches. “Hi!” I called out, waving towards the group as I was met with a chime of greetings and Wolf whistles. “Hello, you!” Loretta, one of the other engineers exclaimed. It was exciting to see more females here, seeing at the team was dominated with males, I loved being around the girls.

I let out a sigh of content as I claimed a spare sun bed, dropping my things on top of it and laying out my towel. “Somebody’s watching you…” Loretta muttered with a smirk as my brows knotted together in confusion.

Turning over I noticed Seb’s eyes glancing down to my ass slightly. I turned back to my friend, giggling like a pair of teenage girls before resting down on the comfortable sun lounger.

“Are you going back to Monaco before we go to Hungary?” She questioned as I sipped on my cocktail, pushing my sunglasses down over my eyes. That way I could steal glances at Sebastian without looking like a form of predator.

“Yeah, I think so… it’s always easier to work from there.” My eyes roamed over the V-lines that were exposed from Sebastian’s low, black trunks. “Not England?”

“No..” I slowly spoke. “I haven’t really been back there in a while, just to see my friends and mum.” “Not talked to the demon ex in a while?” She then asked as I turned back to her with a grimace. “No. He’s tried to contact me, but I just keep re-blocking him.” I shuddered. My life had done a complete 360 since ending my toxic relationship. It was like a magic, who would’ve thought? “Good. I hope he’s rotting in a miserable, foul hell hole.” She cursed as I giggled gently, “me too.” “You want another drink?” She then asked. “I’ve not finished this yet!”

“Drink quick, next rounds on me!” She pushed herself up, pulling on her oversized T-Shirt before scurrying off to the bar. When I turned back to the sea, I noticed a pretty, dark haired girl talking to Sebastian. She took a picture with him on her phone, and embraced him in a quick hug. Why did I feel a bout of jealousy, I had no idea. I cocked up my leg, blocking the view as I closed my eyes, if I acted like it wasn’t happening maybe I could block out the fire that raged in my chest. Stupid, I know, but the feelings made me feel entitled and silly, just like a little girl that had all her-

“Hallo.” A man’s voice greeted, wet droplets dripping all over me. I jumped, eyes fluttering open as it revealed Sebastian stood above me. Oh. How did he get over here so fast?

“Oh- hi! You’re all wet.” I giggled, sitting up straighter on the chair as I grabbed the last of my pina colada, sipping the last of the liquid as I tried not to trail my eyes down his body. Sebastian flickered some more water at my face as I jumped back, flinching at the droplets hitting me.

“Thanks for that.”

“Come in the water with me.” He asked like a child, reaching down for my free hand as I placed the now empty glass to one side. “Is it deep?” “It’s the sea of course it’s deep.” I let out a grumble of a complaint as he began pulling me by the hand towards the waters edge. “Can you swim?” He asked, our hands only separating when I stepped into a gentle wave. “It’s cold!” I squeaked, beginning to stride forwards into the sea.

“I know!” He laughed, hurrying in besides me. He was further out than I was, the water just about reaching my hips as I winced as the chilly waves rolled against my waist. “Come further!!” Sebastian waded towards me, taking my hands again. “It’s cold!” I repeated, gritting my teeth together and bouncing out of the water in order to resist the cold.

Seb was laughing at me, his eyes jumping down ever so slightly as I eventually sunk in the water that was now engulfing my chest. Maybe it was a little too deep, but he kept pulling me deeper and deeper out.

“I can’t stand!” I freaked, panting as he laughed, the water reaching up to his neck. “You wanna go deeper?!”

“No way!” I pulled back, swimming back to where I could stand. “You’ll drown be, Sebastian!” I called out, jumping over the wave that took me off my feet. Truthfully, I hated the deep ocean, if the water was murky or if I couldn’t reach the bottom it terrified me. So I’d stay in my comfort zone. “It’s nice, no?” He jumped over, splashing me slightly. “A bit!” I held my hands up, blocking the water going in my face. “What, you don’t like the water?” He splashed me once more as I laughed out loud, pushing a wave of water in his direction, soaking his hair. Sebastian gasped out, dunking himself under and wetting his hair, messing it up slightly once he resurfaced. When he did he had a devilish grin on his face, throwing himself forwards as I yelled out a playful protest but he dunked me under water. My hair was swept back and I felt him pull me back up.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He wasn’t sorry. I gasped, wiping the water from my eyes before splashing him once again. Sebastian dodged it and flung himself forwards, pushing us both under as I held my breath, grabbing his shoulders as I pushed myself back up. Now, I pushed his head back up when we resurfaced but he skilfully wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off my feet. “Sebastian, no, no!” I pleaded holding tightly onto his shoulders. He attempted to throw me in but I firmly wrapped my arms around his neck. “No, you can’t!” I giggled, his chest pressed against my own.

“Oh, can’t I?” He still had me lifted off my feet, arms hugged around my waist, hand flattening over my back. “No!” I couldn’t hold back the smile as he let me sink back down to my feet. “I’ll be nice.” His arms were still hugging around me and I could feel my breath hitching.

Sebastian moved closer, pressing his lips to my upper cheek bone as my heart fluttered mercilessly. My gaze softened as he smiled back to me. Hearing some commotion on the shore, I noticed Christian calling us over. “Perfect timing.” Seb’s eye winced slightly as I giggled, squeezing his arm before the two of us made our way back to the shoreline. I stole one more glance at him before having to focus on what Christian and Geri were rolling us about. I noticed the whole time Geri was smirking towards me, eyeing me and Sebastian up seeing as she’d just seen everything in the sea. I’d only met her a handful of times before, and although Christian wasn’t intimidating, she definitely made me feel a lot more at ease around my manager.

Crazy to think I was at a beach with a literal Spice Girl. That evening my mind raced, thinking about Sebastian. The warmth of his lips against my cheek bone, the way my stomach would fill with butterflies at each and every second I thought about him. It was almost difficult to do anything because I was smiling so much.

[vettelsvee]

sooooo since you all wanted it (literally three people and one of them is one of my ibf) i’m about to become your source of sebastian vettel x reader fanfiction/one shots

upcoming seb x reader works include one shots and long series, including some au and my fave one that has been living on my mind rent free: rbr seb x jenson’s gf reader x jenson button *blushes like a slut*

also, do you want some prompts or specific seb (or any other driver) one shot? 🙂‍↕️