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Darling (JB 22)

Jenson Button x f!reader (Mark Webbers Daughter)

A/N: Ya’ll can blame the Brawn Doc (which btw was great, go check it out)

Summary: A little visit to your dad’s old friend after the Goodwill festival wouldn’t hurt,right?

Warnings: minors dni, +18, suggestive smut, edging, fingering, p! in v!, age gap (reader is 22)

“Hey Jense, would you mind keeping an eye on her? Missus and I will fly back to Australia but she’s staying here for a friend’s party”

My father would’ve never let me stay in a hotel. It had to be Jenson. Out of all his friends, all the people in the fucking UK, it had to be him.

And reminded that I’m 22. Not underage. And I can legally drink, thank you very much.

“Of course mate. I have a spare room she can use. I’ll barely be home this weekend.” It was the British Grand Prix and he is a presenter for Sky Sports, hence why he won’t be around.

To be fair, I only watch the post race show just to admire him. But my dad doesn’t need to know that, or Jenson himself. He doesn’t have to know how handsome he is or how smart he sounds given his knowledge in Formula One.

What’s more attractive than that?

And the fact that I have secret screenshots of his shots in my phone, but again, no one needs to know.

“Let me get her luggage full of god knows what type of dresses. I don’t even know when she bought them!”

"I hope you know how old I am, dad" I roll my eyes at his comment as Jenson lets out a small giggle, earning a death glare from my dad.

"Before she leaves the house, please make sure to see what she's wearing. And if there are any boys in sight." my dad warns him, as if I am going to enroll myself in the army and fight the enemy, which to him, would've been more preferable compared to a party.

"Got it. We definitely know that you think she's 17" Jenson replies and my mother laughs along, as I try not to burst out.

"If you side with Y/N, I will break your Porche." My dad's voice raise and I glance at Jenson who has a look plastered on his face as if he was offended and scared by the threat.

"I have kids myself, I think she's going to be safe with me. Come on Mark! I was the only driver you never crashed with, kinda." He takes the luggage away from my mother's hands and waves them goodbye as I go and hug them.

"Take care kiddo and if you need anything, im a call away. Also if you want to go to the paddock, the passes are under my name" he kisses my head after having me squeezed in a tight hug.

"Y-yes dad, I know. Now please let me go because I cant breathe."

"Sorry" he sets me free and I join Jenson's side. God he's tall and broad.

"Alright now, shall we?" he looks down at me and I nod, unable to utter a single word, even though I've know him my whole life.

The boys in my university were dying to hear stories with the senior formula one drivers, coming from a daughter of one. It's a nice feeling to narrate all the success and glory of this sport.

"Seriously though, your bag is very light. Are you even carrying anything in here?" Jenson asks, weighing up and down my luggage, flexing his muscles as I try not to drool all over the place.

"Only necessities. Dresses, shoes, makeup, few outfits for the race and condoms." the last one quite shocked him but also was a way of teasing him, given my major crush.

"You have condoms, yet I didn't hear you say panties"

"Won't be needing any"

"And why is that, may I ask?"

"Cause I like to be free. More access and more fun" I wink at him and I stare at his lips, a smirk is growing as each word is leaving mine.

"So you are telling me, that right now, underneath this short but nonetheless breathtaking dress, no panties are worn?"

I get closer to him and whisper softly in his ear:

"Wanna see for yourself?"

Honestly, don't ask me where I found this much confidence and especially with someone twice my age. And a friend of my dad's.

"Behave yourself darling" he coughs lightly to clear his throat and grabs me by the waist, so my dress doesn't float from the summer breeze.

"And what if I don't want you, Mr. Button?"

"Then you'll wish you had never said that" he growls and immediately opens me the door to his McLaren.

When he gets in the drivers seat, he wastes no time and gets on the road instantly. During the ride, there's a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere, until the air coming out of Jenson's window pulls up my dress and his hand quickly falls on my thigh, holding it down once more.

Jenson decides to roll up his window but his hand remains on my thigh and this time, is holding it firmly and starts caressing it from the inside.

Soft sighs leave my mouth, but controlling them is inevitable when his touch was all I have been craving since I turned 18. His foot hits the gas harder, speeding and driving in between the other slower cars. He reminds me of the Jenson back in his Brawn days and I can feel myself pooling just at the thought.

It was the very right time when his hand cupped my bare pussy, feeling the wetness caused by barely a thought of him. The slight touch of his fingers on my trembling self has my knees going paralyzed. I feel like crying from pleasure and yet I don't even know if he's doing that on purpose to embarrass me or if he's actually enjoying it too.

"Oh baby, you're definitely not behaving yourself" he says as his index finger draws circles around my clit. My legs are clenching his hand inside me as the other one holds the steering wheel, looking at his knuckles that have turned white.

"Jenson" I breathe out and moan simultaneously as he starts pumping two fingers inside me fiercely, letting myself to his mercy and unable to react.

"This behavior will have consequences young lady. I warned you" he lets a soft kiss on the crock of my neck and feeling his beard scratching it, I go absolutely insane.

"Then punish me sir" I blurt out without thinking and Jenson drives in seconds at the spot in front of his house, stops the car and places me on top of his lap with just one hand.

Jenson's lips crash into mine without wasting a second as his fingers play with my uncontrollably wet pussy. The feeling of moaning is surely necessary and I don't hold back. My tongue dances with his and the kiss gets deeper like his fingers, hitting perfectly my soft spot.

"You are going to be the death of me" Jenson says as his mouth falls on my neck, sucking it off like there's no tomorrow. My hands try to unbuckle his belt and eventually make it to the part where I can feel his erection growing. It's true what they say, older men do it better.

In other instances I would have been furious, but Jenson ripping my dress, just so he can have better access at my breasts is incredibly hot. I don't care that I am left vulnerable at his sight. At this I was pleading it.

My breast hurt from his kisses and I know in a few hours small red dickies will be covering the surface. My fingers decide to trace the shape of his thick cock but I can tell he wants to feel me. I have teased him and he me, for way too long.

"If you keep being naughty I won't let you cum, dear" a groan escapes his body as I take his length in my hands and caress the veins that have popped out.

"Then I want you to fill me up with your cum" I take him by surprise and I can sense his heartbeat raising from worry. He regards me as something innocent, precious and fragile. Which I am. But I feel ready and I am.

"Are you sure? I mean, have you? Uh? Had sex before?"

"I-uh-well, no. But-"

"Baby we can't do it here. You don't deserve to have your first time on a car. You deserve to be worshipped."

Jenson's words make me blush and my heart was flattering as if I was a fifteen years old again, simply watching him race and get multiple podiums.

He looks around and opens the door of his house and then quickly rushes with me inside and shuts it with such force, my legs started trembling.

Suddenly, he picks me up and carries me all the way to his bedroom. A dark room filled with some of his most iconic trophies and with his smell that has been covering my entire body since the moment I entered his car.

He turns on the soft baby lights on the bedrest and takes a look at my flushed self, covered with hickies he's gifted me. His eyes scan me from head to toe as if he's about to feast.

"I want you to tell me to stop whenever you feel uncomfortable in any way." He kisses me softly and I nod my head, knowing that he would never hurt anyone.

Jenson stands up and with his strong arms parts my legs so he can have a clear vision of my already swollen womanhood. My breast are half showing from inside my bra and my lips are bitten to the core. I am a mess but he seems to like it.

He removes his shirt in quick motions revealing his god like crafted body with the hints of dark ink covering his lower v and shoulder. I had never seen them before and I am was very pleased with what was in front of my eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to strip off his trousers and be left with simply his boxers that were trying to hold in his hardened cock and my patience as well. They were giving me a preview of what was about to happen.

As Jenson lowered his body his hands were hoisting down his boxers, revealing himself and it wasn't just my mouth that was drooling but also my pussy.

His hands now were on the insides of my thighs, holding them fiercely, whilst mine were hanging around his neck. I felt like my heart was about t burst out of my chest.

"Are you ready baby?"

I was at loss for words so I gave him a final kiss for reassurance that he could continue.

In slow motions, he lowered even more and started inserting himself inside me, pumping slowly as I was trying to get used to his size. My cries were out of control as Jenson was deepening himself and my pussy was stretched to its limits.

"Jesus, you're clenching me so well darling" he breathed out and I tried to open my legs wider for his pleasure. Jenson was panting on the hem of my neck and upping the pace of his thrusts.

"Dear lord this feels so good" It feels better than good. As if I am in the seventh heaven. I don't think any man will ever make me experience this. And I don't think I want to either.

"Say that again" he demands with a harder thrust, hitting my G-spot, earning the biggest moan of the night, echoing at the entire house.

"You make me feel so damn good Jenson" I gulp hard as I try to catch my breath and scratch his back from the pain that this gives me.

"And I shall be the only one darling" he hoists me up and removes my bra with a single movement, freeing my breasts and enjoying the sight, as they are bouncing up and down along with the trusts.

"Only you Jenson" I scream his name as loud as I can and his chest fills with pride as I am reaching my height.

"Cum sweetheart. Let go" I can't hold it in much longer and I cum all over his cock. He doesn't remove himself from inside me and I don't want to. This felt so right even though for some it's very wrong.

"That was, perfect" I say in a whispering manner as I am unable to speak louder. I am so wasted but full of thrill.

"You deserve it. You deserve to be treated like that dear"

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

Long haired Jenson is superior it doesn’t matter if his last name is Ackles or Button he’s superior

Only The Best For You

Kimi Raikkonen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dad's best friend!kimi, reader is 20/21 - reader is old enough to make her own decisions, your dad isn't pleased with the gift, one mention of alcohol and one mention of death, sexual tension, kinda power imbalance, kimi gives into the intrusive thoughts, nipple play, fingering for like 0.2 seconds, one use of the word 'daddy' in a sexual way, penetrative sex (p in v), gagging, finger sucking, 'whore' used in a sexual/degrading term.

Word Count: 2,400

Author's Note: for all my dad best friend freaks and the kimi whores, this one's for you <3 -- also ignore that it's gucci in the pic but it's something different in the fic loool I couldn't find a different pic I liked.

merry smutmas series

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Kimi spends the holidays with his old friends. He doesn’t forget you; bringing you exactly what you had been wishing for and you make sure to thank him.. properly.

An old L/N family tradition.

Since you were a child, your parents and grandparents allowed you to open one gift from them on Christmas eve, letting you enjoy the magic of Christmas a few hours early.

You were grown up now, in college and your grandparents had sadly passed on but your parents kept the tradition going. You had come home for Christmas break and it was Christmas Eve. Your parents have just finished dinner and you have moved to the living room.

It was yourself, your parents and your dad's best friend, Kimi. You had known Kimi your whole life practically but he was always away racing so you never saw much of him until lately, now that he's officially retired - for good this time.

"Shall we open gifts?" Your father asks, walking into the living room. He passed a glass of what looks like whiskey to Kimi, who was next to you, before sitting beside your mother.

She looks over at her husband. "Honey, isn't she too grown for that?"

Your father rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "It's a family tradition, now hush. Go pick a present."

Your mum picks first, picking one from your father that just so happened to be the new perfume she wanted. Your father was next and he picked out one from you. It's a story book he used to read to you as a kid, you had written all of your favourite memories of the two of you inside of it. You made him cry, both you and Kimi laughing about that.

"Go ahead, sweetheart." Your father nods towards the tree, you move from the couch to the floor, kneeling in front of the tree to pick out a gift.

A gift sticks out to you; red wrapping paper with little elves of it and your name written in cursive across the front of it. You pick it up, shaking it a bit to see what was in it.

It felt hard, as if it was a box. You looked towards your parents, "is it from you guys?"

Your dad looks towards your mom; she took care of all of the holiday shopping. The woman shakes her head, "it's not from us, sweetie."

The gift on your lap when you glance over your shoulder at Kimi. He gives you a small smile, so small you almost miss it.

He nods towards the gift, waiting for you to open it. You rip the wrapping paper very carefully, revealing the red box underneath; the gold lettering was cursive - Cartier.

Your jaw was already dropping, looking back at the man. "You didn't," you say and he nods again, waiting for you to open the box to see what was inside.

"Kimi, what did you do?" Your mother asks, looking over at your father. He was never one for brands or jewellery, he didn't realize that buying something there automatically was an expensive purchase.

Lifting the cover carefully, the velvet black fabric inside the box held a white gold chain, blue sapphires set along the entire thing.

If your jaw wasn't already on the floor, it would be now. "Kimi!" You turned to face the man, setting the box on the couch carefully. "You did not!"

"I did," he nods. He's always been a man of very few words; more of an action rather than words type of guy.

"What is it?" Your father asks and you hand the red box over to him for him to see.

He shows your mother as he holds the box, he doesn't realize that he's holding a little over €40,000 in his hands at the moment. "Oh Kimi, it's beautiful." Your mother gushes, handing it back over to you.

You were still on the floor, admiring the necklace in the box. "Well, turn around." Kimi says and you do, sitting just between his legs.

He reaches over to take the box from you and carefully takes the chain out of its box before you lift your hair. Kimi leans forwards and you can feel his fingers brush against your skin and his breath on your shoulders when he loops it around your neck and hooks the clasp.

"It looks gorgeous on you, darling." Your mom says, smiling at you.

Your phone's in one hand and your other hand gently touches the chain, straightening it as you admired how it looked on you. "Kimi, this is too much. It's so expensive." You whisper to him and he shrugs.

"How expensive are we talking?" Your father finally speaks, looking over at his friend.

Kimi answers nonchalantly; "Like.. €40,000."

Your father instantly sits up, his jaw hanging open. "What?! Kimi, are you out of your mind?"

"Please," he looks over at his friend in disapproval. His hand rests on your shoulder, his thumb passing over your soft skin. "She's a good girl, she deserves it."

You can't help but shift a bit when he calls you a good girl, the words hitting you right where you shouldn't. It was wrong, he was your father's friend and you were.. well, you were attracted to him. You couldn't deny it; Kimi was an attractive man and despite his lack of words, he was very charming.

"Y/n, say thank you. You can't not say it when he's spent so much." Your father tells you, and you turn around to face Kimi.

"Thank you, Kimi," you smiled at him, sitting on your knees when you reached up to give the man a hug. His arms wrapped around you, his warm hand pressed to your back. "You're welcome, angel."

Another nickname that hits you in all the wrong places.

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As the night goes on, your parents head up for bed as do you. Kimi was the last one to bed from your understanding and as the house grew quiet, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

You find yourself sat on your bed, pjs on - a tank top and a pair of shorts with a €40,000 chain around your neck.

It was nearing 3am, the witching hours as your mum says. You find yourself getting up and heading downstairs. The initial thought was to go to the kitchen and get a glass of water but you got side tracked when you see a light coming from Kimi's room.

You knock, peeking around the space left between the door frame and the actual door. "Come in," he waves to you and you step in, shutting the doors behind you. The TV was on, a rerun of some show you couldn't quite place was on.

"What are you doing up?" He asks, glancing at his phone to check the time. "Do you know how late it is?"

"I couldn't sleep," you tell him, looking over at the TV. "Can I join you?"

He shrugs, nodding towards the empty space next to him. You quietly make your way over, sitting next to him on the bed. Kimi don't miss the way your shorts hike up when you crawl over to the empty spot; it's so wrong for him to be looking at you like that but can you blame the man? You were gorgeous and you were in his bed after all.

The two of you sit quietly, watching as the show rolls on into another episode. You unconsciously play with the chain, shifting it back and forth slowly.

Kimi looks over at you, smiling to himself; you were the picture of beauty.

"You're staring," you mumble, glancing at him. He smiles, like actually smiles. "You're beautiful."

Your cheeks are red, you hope that the light coming from the tv isn't bright enough for him to realize that just yet.

"It looks good on you," he says, "like it was made for you."

"Blue has always been my favourite colour." You smiled, glancing down at the chain. "Did you pick it yourself?"

He nods, "I saw it and thought of you, I figured you'd like it."

"I do, very much." You look over at him, Kimi smiles at you and your hand shifts from your thigh to his, rubbing along it softly. Kimi's brows furrow ever so slightly. He doesn't say anything, hoping that you'd stop if he ignores it.

You were persistent.

Your hand travels higher, about to rub over the ever so evident bulge in his shorts but Kimi catches your hand, holding your wrist. "We can't, y/n."

"Why not?"

"It's wrong," he whispers, glancing at the door - you weren't sure if he wanted you to leave or if he was catching to see if it was locked. You wiggle your hand from his grasp, Kimi lets out a small breath of relief; see, the man was stupid enough to think you were stopping.

You didn't stop. Instead, you got on his lap, straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. Kimi's hand rests on your lower back as he looks at you.

"Let me thank you properly," you whisper, lips ghosting over his.

Kimi reaches up, his lips pressed to yours but he's yet to kiss you. "You don't have too."

"I want to.. I want you," you mumbled, finally kissing the man. Your hand cupping his jaw, Kimi's hand slips under the tank top you had on and slides up your back to undo your bra but finds you don't have one on.

Kimi pushes the straps of your tank top down off your shoulders. You sat comfortably on his lap, letting him have his way with you and the man wanted one thing. He leans forward, arms wrapped around you as his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Kimi, fuck- please.” You mumble, your hand tangled in his blonde hair, tugging on it. As such as you loved the attention, you needed him.

He glances up at you, watching as your eyes fluttered shut. He groans when you pull on his hair a little harder but what's a little pain when he's making you feel good?

It was heavy, heated.

His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Kimi's hands on your ass when he kissed you again.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you and what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor when he rolls you two over. You were flat on your back with Kimi settled between your legs.

“Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “daddy, please.”

The pet name makes his cock twitch; it's sinful, so sinful in so many ways but he couldn't care less. You drove him mad.

His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Kimi’s hand wandered a little lower, a finger pushed in slowly. He can feel how wet you are, wrapped around his finger and he smiles.

He moves his finger slowly, curling it. He takes pleasure in watching you, seeing how your face twists and how your body reacts to his touch.

"Please," you whimpered, "don't make me wait."

Kimi can't bring himself to say no to you.

He sits, pushing his shorts down and you get the hint, getting on top of him. Your hands grip on his shoulders, balancing yourself. Your knees on either side of his lap, Kimi's hand reaches under you to help you, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit, making your hip shift forward a bit. His free hand on your hip as you sink down onto him, his name tumbling from your lips.

You take a moment to get used to the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as he rubs along your lower back, leaning into you to kiss down your neck.

You rock your hips forward and Kimi's head drops back, his eyes now closed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips now on his neck - a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

He pulls one of your legs up forward, pulling you down further. “Fuck,” you breathe, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Kimi's hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit.

Your head falls back, manicured nails digging into his pale skin when he hits the spot he was looking for. He watches as you bounce on his lap, the sapphires around your neck bouncing in rhythm with you. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Your brows furrowed, an excited look on your face despite it all. You can feel his cock twitch in you, his lips next to your ear when he leans in.

"You've got to be quiet, angel. Wouldn't want them to catch you being a whore for me, hm?

You mumble something along an okay, your hips bucking, telling him you want more. Your tongue laps around his fingers, Kimi watches as you suck on them. There's a wicked smile on his face, his hips lifting to meet you halfway.

He lets you take over, setting the pace and using him for your own pleasure. Kimi leans forward as his lips wrap around your nipple. His tongue lapped over your nipple, biting on it softy; just enough to get you to arch your back, pushing into him.

“Come on darling,” he mumbles against your skin, now kissing up to your collarbone. Kimi's hand behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss. “Want you to cum for me.”

His arms wrap around you when you drop against him, your face buried against his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds. “Good girl,” he hums, rubbing your back.

Your heart beats out of your chest as you catch your breath. Kimi smiles, kissing along your shoulder. "Feel good?" He asks and you mumble something, your head resting on his shoulder.

"I take it I should spoil you more often, hm?" He chuckles, making you smile when you sit up. Kimi straightens your necklace, kissing your chin.

You shake your head and smile. "Don't have to spoil me for me to do that."

Kimi smiles at you, giving you a kiss. "Merry Christmas, y/n."

"Merry Christmas, Kimi."

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kinktober <3

phone sex

Oscar x reader

warning: masturbation, swearing

You had just walked in your shared apartment when your phone rang. You saw Oscars name pop up and you thought, how odd. It’s practically midnight in Qatar while it’s mid afternoon where you were. 

“Osc? Is everything alright?” You asked as you set your things down and tried to focus on the conversation. It was quiet for a minute, then you could hear Oscar breathing heavily. “H-hey yeah, I’m alright just..frustrated from the results today.”

You smiled as you heard his accent in certain words he said. “I know baby, I’m so sorry they did that to you. Mid interview too? Brutal. How are you though?” 

Oscar barely heard your question, to busy stroking his cock softly, whining queitly. “Ozzy? You don’t sound very good, are you okay?” He lifted up his shirt so he could see his torso and pants down to his knees, like you would. “Yeah love I’m alright just uhm, keep talking. I missed your voice.” 

You made a confused face behind the phone. Oscar isn’t usually a feelings kind of person, he showed affection quietly, always level headed, and rarely did he ever call you just to hear you talk. “Uhm yeah okay sure..” You launched into everything you did, the mall, the grocery store. All the things you got for him today, every small detail mattered.

Meanwhile, Oscar was trying to hold in every sound that wanted to escape. His big hand moved up and down slowly amongst his shaft, his thumb coming around to gently circle the head. His hips stuttered as he thought about your hands instead of his. How you’d praise him, tell him how good he looked, or how hard she made him. You’d also already have your mouth on him, licking a long stripe up his cock, sucking on the head, using your hands-

“Osc? You almost finished, or should I keep going?” 

He paused his hand, “W-what? I uhm what do you mean?” You giggled and he swore he almost came just from that. 

“Baby, you aren’t exactly subtle. I can hear your hand stroking yourself, and you aren’t doing much to conceal those adorable whimpers. Go ahead, keep going.”

He moaned and moved his hand a little faster. He could only hear some shuffling on the other end, “Y/N?” 

“Yeah baby? Sorry, I was just getting out of my clothes, can’t just let you have fun can I?”

“No right, absolutely, whatever you want love.” He couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine you alone in bed, naked, fingers running over your body. “Tell me what to do Ozzy, guide me through it.” oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. You could not be saying things like that to him right now, in that low whisper and whiny voice that gets him going. 

“Run your hands down your chest, give those gorgeous tits a squeeze ah fuck-rub your nipple for me baby.” He listened closely to the small sounds you made, knowing exactly what you were doing by the pitch change of your moans. “That’s it, atta girl. Now take your hand and touch your pussy-just a finger, feel how wet you are. God I bet your soaking huh sweetheart?” He needed to slow down, take a deep breath so he doesn’t blow his lid. 

“Yeah Osc, fucking wet. Soaking my fingers-just for you, only you” His heart almost stopped. 

The way you spoke, the moans, the whines, he missed it all. He could almost smell you, feel you around his fingers, even a continent away. 

“Yeah? Couldn’t take it anymore huh love? Just needed a reason to touch yourself. Fuck I wish I was there, I miss your pussy, the smell the taste, everything.” He could hear you fucking yourself. He could hear your fingers plunging in and out of you. He could hear your hips moving along the bed, the neediness of it all. “Ozzy, baby, please come with me oh god please.” 

“Y-yeah, I’m here, I’m right there with you.” he squeezed himself tighter as he stroked himself a little faster. Listening to your moans and gasps of his name, he came. Not a second later he heard you still, and your hips drop back down to the bed. 

No one said anything for awhile, just heavy panting as you both came down. 

Just as he started to drift off, “Oscar?”

“Mmm yeah?”

You giggled and pulled the blankets over your naked body, “I love you but next time just tell me you need to get off.” 

He smiled, “yeah alright, seems fair.”

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𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐙𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒 → toto wolff x fem! ferrari! f1 driver! reader

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𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 → toto wolff x fem! wife! mercedes! sports psychologist! reader

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 → toto wolff x fem! wife! spice girl! reader

☏ OH BABY, toto w. voicemail blurb (f)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: toto’s biggest enemy was his little carbon copy. and the poor girl just wanted some candy.

content warning: dad!toto x tia wolff (oc), nameless mom!reader, tia being a snitch, toto not being a bigger man and squabbling with his daughter, fluff, literally nonsense just dad and daughter banters

note: feeling ✨mentally unwell✨so here’s a quick blurb lol

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“hi, liebe—“

“mama!” a voice rung out from the background, toto’s deep chuckle following suit as the babbling continued, “papa give me candy! papa a dit non à toi!” papa said no telling you.

“tia,” toto warned his little girl, yet his warning voice leaned on the warmth of his smile. “are you seriously telling on me to mama in french? i can understand, you know that right?”

“no,” the little voice, now identified as toto’s daughter tia, mumbled before she shrieked, “but no telling mama is bad, papa!”

“eh? you’re the one who wanted candy!” toto huffed petulantly before returning to the voicemail. “forget about tia—“

“bad papa,” tia huffed back, earning a gasp from toto.

then he returned to his call, “—i’m just calling to ask you about soren’s eye appointment. but it seems like someone’s very sassy today.”

“because you said you give me candy,” tia let out a ‘hmp’ and stomped her little foot.

“and i will, schatzi,” toto shushed his daughter gently, “let papa talk to mama first then we’ll get some candy from the store.”

“i call aunt geri!” tia exclaimed before footsteps began to distance from the phone. “aun’ geri! aun’ geri!”

“—tia, no~” toto sighed quietly before murmuring, “your daughter is a pain at times, liebling. it makes me wonder where she got that attitude from.”

“please call me back as soon as you can then we’ll talk about soren’s appointment today,” toto said, “i love—“

“—aun’ geri! you have candy?” a voice came from outside the room.

“—you, alright talk to you later— tia! are you calling your aunt geri?!”

— beep —

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➝ request: could you write something angsty where the reader and toto had a previous relationship but broke up/divorced due to him never being home and then one night [...] they encounter each other at a bar in her hometown

➝ word count: 2,3k

➝ warnings: alcohol consumption, angst and sad toto

➝ author’s note: well, is like miley says, "nothing breaks like a heart".

Sitting alone in a corner of the Esterházykeller, you were sipping a pint of beer without much interest. You probably looked ridiculous, being alone at a bar, but you didn’t care. Your mind was not with you as you sat inside that stuffy pub in the heart of Vienna.

You were thinking of the night you first visited that bar, so many years ago.

It was one of those hot and rainy summers in the city, perfect for staying at home, reading a book, or cooking yourself dinner. It was your favorite way to get your mind off of the constant grind of numbers and figures you dealt with at your day job.

However, some colleagues convinced you to go out for a night instead of spending another quiet evening at home. They’d picked one of the oldest bars in the city, and you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to get out for the night. 

"How naive", you thought to yourself, taking a sip of beer.

You remember it being very warm outside that night, years ago, and the rain had made it humid, and it was even warmer in the crowded bar.The fans scattered across the ceiling of the establishment did little to cool the place. Loud conversation mingled with laughter and the sound of mugs clinking and cutlery scraping on plates. As you followed Fritz and Lena around the bar, you started to wonder if that was a good idea, especially after someone that almost knocked you over with their elbow, sloshing the mug of beer you had in your hand. 

You caught yourself and turned around, catching sight of the tall man that was now responsible for the front of your blouse being soaked with icy liquid. Irritated, you were about to say something unkind to him when your eyes met his. As he apologized, you felt like the lively pub around you had gone silent, and all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

— Would you like another beer?

You sighed as your attention turned back to the present. Ten years later, you were sitting in the same bar, with the same beer, and the same tall man standing in front of you. 

— Toto?

— Good evening, Y/N — he said, with a small smile.

— What are you doing here? — you asked, dryly. You weren’t sure you actually cared.

— I'm visiting the children — he replied, hesitating for a few seconds — Well, visiting Rosi. She's in university now.

— Studying Biotechnology, right?

— Yes. And English literature.

You smiled.

— What about Ben?

— He’s in California, studying business.

— Is he preparing to be your successor?

He laughed.

— Definitely not, and you know that.

Of course you did.

After your first disastrous interaction, Toto made sure to make up for the embarrassment he’d caused you by ordering your another pint of beer, as well as a ride back to your flat. The initial kindness turned into an exchange of phone numbers. A few phone calls later, you met up with him again, in the exact same bar.

Before you realized it, you’d fallen completely in love with his wide smile, his deep voice, and his brown eyes, especially the way they showed so much emotion. Toto was the one, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Your companion. Your partner. Your love.

Until he wasn't anymore.

— How are you? — he asked, sitting down in the seat across the booth from you. 

— I'm fine — you murmured, looking down at your beer mug.

— Still working at the bank?

— Yes, still at the bank. And you, still flying around?

Toto smiled sadly.

— Yes, still flying around.

You weren’t sure what to say. Looking down at your half-empty mug of beer, an ache came to your chest.  “Why would I expect him to have changed?”, you thought, pursing your lips.

You weren’t some naive little girl. You knew from the time you first met him that Toto was a busy man with a demanding job that entailed more days traveling than not, flying all around the world, working on the project that he’d said was “the most important of my life”. You accepted it initially, without hesitation, choosing to accompany him, traveling with the team to races around the world. It was worth it for you to give him your support, and more importantly, your love.

However, at some point, how you felt about the F1 circus changed, and how you felt about his team changed. You no longer felt like they were a family that had taken you in, but your competition for the attention of the man you loved, and dedicated so much to.

It was a fight that you knew you were going to lose, but you insisted on fighting anyway.

— Did you expect another answer? — Toto asked quietly, making you look up at him.

— Honestly? — you shot back, your eyes returning to the whitish foam in the mug — No.

You’d never been good at lying. 

— I thought you’d have gotten better at lying  since we broke up, Y/N.

— I'm not lying.

— Yes you are. I know this because you never look me in the eye when you lie to me.

— It’s very presumptuous of you to assume that you know whether I’m lying or not, Torger — you replied, your voice filled with more acid than you’d intended.  However, that only made Toto smile.

— You really haven't changed at all, Y/N — he muttered, before signaling to a passing waiter and ordering two more pints of beer.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between you. As much as the bar was crowded and stuffy, you felt an uncomfortable shiver run through your body. You felt transparent, like Toto could read you like a book that he casually picked off of a shelf after years of being placed there. You felt like, even years later, he knew every word and every paragraph of you. 

When the waiter brought out the fresh glasses of beer, Toto thanked him before taking a long sip. As he set his mug down, he had a little foam on his upper lips, which made you smile.

— You’ve got something there — you muttered, pointing to your mouth.

— Oh yeah — he said, wiping his mouth — Thanks. At least now you can say that you've seen me with a mustache.

— A rare sight, considering you're incapable of growing a beard.

— I'm not incapable, I just don't like it — Toto answered — And you know that.

— I think you should try it again. It could make you look more handsome.

He smirked.

— You mean you still think I'm handsome?

— If I didn't, I wouldn't have stayed with you for six years, would I?

— You could have stayed with me for my personality.

— No — you said, taking a sip of beer.

— Or my performance in bed — he said quietly, a smirk on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip. You could deny it, but it was pointless, especially when Toto knew you so well. You had stayed with him for his handsome features, and for his kind, thoughtful personality, but it was the way he made you feel in bed that made you stay long after your relationship had become torture.

Toto knew your body like no one else. He knew how and where to touch you, to kiss you, to make you feel like you’d gone to heaven. He knew what every little sound, every whisper and gasp meant from you, he knew all of your little quirks. He always knew exactly when you were about to climax, because of the way you would dig your nails into his shoulder, and he used this knowledge to incredible effect.

And then, he became hell.

There was more silence at the table, the two of you staring at each other, searching for the right words for that moment.

— You still haven't told me the truth.

— About what?

— If you expected me to give another answer about my work.

You sighed.

— Yes, Toto, I expected another answer.

— Did you expect me to step away from Mercedes? 

— I was hoping you realized you could be — you hesitated, the word stuck in your throat. You wanted to say, you needed to say it. But after four years, it no longer made sense. He had moved on, just as you had moved on. However, you couldn't help but look back.

— Could be what?

— Using your time better — you finally said, looking back down at your mug, which was already nearly empty. Toto smiled sadly at you again.

— You still think Mercedes is a waste of time, don't you? — he asked.

— I just wish you could have been content with sticking to one role — you shot back.

— You know that…

— I know, I know, that you were never one to sit in an office — you interrupted  — I know. I was your partner for six years and I know how restless you get. But as much as I admire that about you, I abhor it, because that's precisely what robs people of you when they need you.

— Do you think the team takes me away from other people?

— No. You do it yourself — you replied emphatically.

Toto looked at his mug thoughtfully. The conversation had veered into dangerous territory for both of you. It had been painful to realize after a long time that you always put your relationship with Toto first, but you weren’t his priority. Even years after the painful end of your relationship, you still felt like it was a wound that was open and bleeding.

After all, you still loved him.

You loved his dimple-framed smile, his deep brown eyes, and his unkempt hair. You loved his voice, the way his accent danced with his words, and you loved his laugh. You loved his bad jokes, his witty observations and his far-fetched ideas.

You loved him.

— Can I ask you something? — he murmured, his eyes still fixed on the mug.

— Yeah?

— Would you be able to ever forgive me, Y/N? — Toto said, raising his eyes to look into yours

— For what?

— For taking myself away from you?

You felt your heart pounding again.

You had waited a long time for those words, almost an eternity. But now, you got no satisfaction out of hearing it — it only made you more sad.

— I don't think apologizing to me is the way to go.

— Isn't an apology what you wanted to hear, Y/N?  — he asked.

— Maybe, but what's the point now? — you said, feeling your throat tighten.

— But, I want to fix things...

— You're four years late, Torger — you said, cutting him off. You felt your eyes start to sting at the realization that it was too little, too late. The conversation you were having with him, calm and civil as it was, needed to have taken place on the warm summer night that your relationship imploded, but neither of you were ready to have this conversation back then, or at any time in the last four years. You weren’t sure you were ready now.

— Y/N…

— We should have sat down a long time ago and defined what we wanted from each other, and from our relationship. We should have been more mature and more rational instead of yelling at each other over everything. But, if you ask me, I'm sure even if we had talked, it would have ended in the same way — you said, trying to keep your voice even as you held back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You didn't want to cry, but at the same time, it was like your heart was begging you to let out all the pain you've been carrying since the day you left Toto's apartment, never to return.

He stared at you for long seconds, before drinking what was left of beer in the mug.

— We would have been married if we'd talked.

— I couldn’t marry someone who is already married to their work — you snapped.

— It’s not too late for a divorce…

You laughed.

— You would never give up the team, Toto.

— For you, I would — he said, making your stomach churn — For you, I'd give up the team, all of the travel, the busy schedule. I would give up the houses in England, Switzerland, and Monaco. I’d go back on my decision to not have any more children and give you as many as you wanted to have. I would give up everything for your love.

A tear trickled down your face. You quickly wiped it away, trying to bring yourself back to the present. That was hypothetical, not real. You would never get back together, it was a fact. But knowing that Toto would be capable of all that made your heart beat faster.

Maybe your love didn't go away, but was just buried under so many years of sadness and frustration. Maybe it was still inside you, hibernating, waiting for the time when the winter between you would come to an end and the spring flowers would finally bloom. Maybe he just needed that conversation.

Grabbing your bag, you got up from the table, your face fixed in a serious expression. 

— Are you leaving?

— I don't want to be out too late.

— Do you want a ride?

— No… no, I’m fine. — you replied, while looking for your wallet — How many beers have you had? I wouldn’t get into a car with you.

Toto smiled.

— I suppose that’s fair.

After placing a twenty Euro note on the dark wood of the table, you were about to turn towards the stairs leading outside when you felt his hand close gently around your wrist.

— Y/N.

— Yeah?

— If you still want this… I still want this.

Giving you a pained little smile, you could only say one thing.

— Goodbye, Torger.

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If Daddy Knew || T.W x Horner!Reader

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling, oral (M&F reviving), handjob, fingering, degrading kink, praise kink

Wordcount: 2.1k

If she knew how this would end up in the long term, she would had agreed to go with her father a lot sooner

She would always say no if she was invited to a Grand Prix and to come to the paddock

She hadn’t always been the most social person, and she was scared she would mess up her words or don’t talk at all

This time was different

She felt confident that day. She has been invited again, and she said yes. It surprised her father. He couldn’t understand why she said yes

She couldn’t either, but she’s glad she did

As she stood in the Red Bull garage, she kept feeling like she was stared down by people outside of the garage

And she was right. When she got to the paddock afterwards, people still kept staring her down as she walked with her father. He wanted to introduce her to all the drivers and team principals

It all went good, until they reached Mercedes

Don’t take it the wrong way, they were all very nice, but after she had greeted the drivers, she had to meet the team principal

Toto Wolff

She had heard about him through her father, now, of course she didn’t take his word for it. They were rivals after all, they’re bound to say bad stuff about each other that weren’t true

“Darling, this is Toto Wolff” He said his name through gritted teeth

“Hi. I’ve heard so much about you” He didn’t answer her, he just looked her up and down and went back to what he was doing

She would have said something about his rudeness, only if he hadn’t been so handsome

Maybe he was all those things her dad said

The rest of the day, she thought about Toto and if it was something she did or said to make him rude, or if it was just how he was

It finally became Sunday and she stood in the garage. She knew it was bad, but she kept starting at Toto from the distance

“You okay, dear?” Christian asked her as he walked over to her “You’ve been kinda starting out in the abyss” He chuckled

“Yeah, I’m fine, dad. Thank you” She nodded up at him

The race went well. Max won, no surprise there. We all knew he was gonna win. Even the opposite teams knew he was gonna win

That night, they all went out celebrating the win, even though it was routine that he won by now

She drank to keep the thoughts away. She really wanted to be on his good side, but how could she do that?

The next morning she woke up with a slight headache, but nothing a few painkillers couldn’t take away

Just as she was about to brush her teeth, her phone started ringing. It was an unknown number

“Y/N Horner” She answered the phone

“Hi, Y/N, it’s Toto Wolff” His accent was thick through the phone “I just wanted to apologise my behaviour when we met. I’m sure you’re aware that me and your father don’t have the bestest of friendship, that was the only reason why I didn’t say anything, and that’s no reason, I know, but I just wanted to apologise. Can I buy you some coffee to make up for it?”

She stood and thought about her answer a while “Yeah, that sounds nice. When?” She finally answered and she heard him sigh on the other end

“Great. Shall we say 12 o’clock at the Café across the street?” God, his accent was to swoon over

“Yeah. That’s perfect” A smirk drew on her lips. They hung up and she looked at the time. It was currently 10. She had two hours

Two hours would have been fine if she had anything to wear. She tried to look through her clothes. She tried all the combinations of clothing that was clean

She finally settled for an outfit after 45 minutes and some going back and forth trough clothes

Before she put on her clothes, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She stood there for what felt like hours, but was actually only 10 minutes

She looked back at the clock after she got dressed and put on her shoes. 11:30. She debated if she should go now and be early, or if she should wait and be on time

She has only now realised she had forgotten her perfume. She founded and sprayed it lightly on the skin on her neck

She now decided to go out, but she should probably had waited. She bumped into her father in the hallway

“Where you going in such a hurry?” He chuckled as he looked her up and down

“I was just going out, checking the city out” She smiled innocently

“Okay. Have fun, don’t be out too late” He said to her before he continued to walk away

She continued to walk over to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby seemed like it took ages. She got to the lobby and walked out and across the street

She walked into the Café. She looked around to see if she could see Toto. She found him sitting at a booth up against the far wall. She sat down across him

“Hello, can I get you anything?” The waiter asked as she walked over to them

“I would like a coffee, black and a chocolate scone” Toto said as he looked from her to the waiter

“Can I get a hot chocolate and a croissant?” She asked as she looked up at her

“Of course. I’ll bring it down for you” She smiled and walked over to the counter

“I’m sorry for how I reacted, Y/N, I really am” He rambled and she just stared at him

“Toto, it’s fine. It’s no problem. I know how your relationship is with my dad, I totally understand” She smiled at him, trying to reassure him

“Yeah, I’m not friends with your dad, but I shouldn’t take that out on you” He sighed as he placed his hand on top of hers

“Toto, don’t worry about it, okay?” She smiled at him, looking him in his eyes through his glasses

All he did was nod before the waitress came over with their order. As they sat and drank their coffee and ate their food, they made small talk

The only annoying thing about this whole conversation was his smile. He would smile every so often, and it made her legs week

Everything that happened between that time and when they were in the elevator was a blur for her. All she knew was that she was pressed up against the elevators wall, her hands intertwined in his hair while his lips was on hers as his hands roamed her hips and waist

The ding of the elevator startled them. They hurried out into the hall and over to her room. She struggled a bit when she opened the door, but managed fine

As they got into the room, he pushed her up against the door. Her hands went to his waist, and in one swift motion, she had them turned around

Her hands went up his torso to unbutton his shirt. When she got the last button unbuttoned, she discarded the shirt on the ground

Her hand went to his hair to pull his head back so she could start attacking his necks with kisses and bites. He groaned at the sudden dominance from her. Her other hand went to unbuckle his belt

Toto covered his mouth with his hand to minimise the sounds that came out of him. She took her hand away from his belt and up to his hand to remove it from his mouth

“I want to hear your sounds, Toto” She said as she drew away from his neck, which drew out a groan from him “Fuck, you sounds so pretty” He could feel her smirk on his neck

She turned them around again, but this time, she guided him towards the bed, their shoes getting kicked off in the process

When the back off Toto’s legs hit the bed, she pushed him down to sit. She got on her knees and zipped down his pants

He bucked his up from the bed so she could pull down his pants and boxers. When she had gotten them off, she threw them beside her

She licked a stripe up his shaft before spitting into her hand, and started stroking him slowly. He started moaning low, almost silently

“Keep up those sounds, I wanna hear you, baby” She told him as she looked up at him from between his knees

Her words could make him undone right then and there “Fuck, I want your mouth around me, please” His voice was getting desperate and his accent was getting heavier

She removed her hand, but quickly replaced it with her mouth. His moans got louder as she started moving her head up and down

He started bucking his hips up, trying to fuck her mouth, but her hands came up to push him back down to stop his movements, which makes him groan in annoyance

“Fucking shit, Ah…” He wasn’t making any effort to swallow his moans “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, please. I’m so-Ah. I’m so close” His head leaned back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head

His hand was shaking when he drew it up to his face to take off his glasses as they started fogging up. He got them off and threw them on the ground, not caring if they broke or not

“I can’t- Ah. Fuck, please, I can’t take it anymore” His words didn’t stop her actions, if it did anything, it made her faster

A few seconds later and he came down her throat. She held her head down as he finished. She got off of him and swallowed his loath

He was panting hard when she stood up. She took his chin between her fingers making him look at her. She kissed him deeply, making him taste himself on her tongue

“Think you can return the favour?” She asked seductively. With closed eyes, he nodded “Good. Get on your knees” He quickly got on his knees where she once sat as she herself sat on the bed

She leaned back, her weight resting on her hands. She watched as his trembling hands tried opening the button on her jeans

She chuckled seeing him struggling “God you’re pathetic” She pushed his hands away to do it herself. She lifted her hips so he could pull down her pants and panties throwing them away with the rest of the clothes on the floor

He pulled her close to the edge of the bed, and therefore closer to his mouth. He drew his tongue through her soaking folds

“What wouldn’t my father say, hm?” She drew one of her hands through his soft, brown locks when he started attacking her clit

“His biggest rival eating out his daughter” He groaned into her cunt from her degrading, making her moan “What don’t you think he will do? Most likely kill you, or maybe, he would never invite me again to keep me as far away from you as possible so this could never happen again”

He groaned again, making her grip his hair tight and moan louder than before “Fuck, you’re so beautiful from here” She chuckled mixed with a moan

He drew one of his hands towards her cunt. One of his fingers drew through her folds, stopping at her entrance. She moaned as he entered her slowly

He started going in and out of her, drawing loud moans from her. He added another finger as he started curling his fingers up and hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars

Her moans got louder and heavier as she was pulled closer to the edge of her orgasm “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, Toto” She moaned pulling his hair so his face got showed into her cunt

“Fuck, I’m so close. Fucking keep going. Ah” Her head rolled back while she bucked her hips up and into his mouth “You’re doing so fucking good” He groaned which send her over the edge. Her legs shakes as she came down from her high

“Fuck, you did so good for me” She smiled down at him as she drew his face up to look at her “So fucking good” She leaned down to kiss him

throat training thoughts tonight. ♡︎ fictional man forcing his fat cock down your throat until your little nose is in his pubes and he’s taking up every single one of your senses.

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14. Marcus Armstrong:

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Something desired (smut)

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Swimming (smut)

Christmas music (fluff)

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Something spoiled (smut)

Your pick (smut)

Reader getting jealous (suggestive)

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God knows I'm tired (fluff)

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954. (smut)

Summer in the 305 (fluff)

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Brother's best friend (suggestive)

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Go back to bed (fluff)

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Nuggets and shakes 9FLUFF0

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Driver!Reader getting in a crash (fluff)

☏ LATE NIGHT TALKING, op81 voicemail blurb (18+)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: late at night, oscar sends a voicemail to his partner about missing them. it was a welcome voicemail, to say the least.

content warning: explicit language, smut (minors dni!), mentions of sexual acts, masturbation (m), dialogue heavy, blurb, dirty talking!oscar, my guy oscar is down bad

note: MY HANDS SLIPPED IM SORRY (i think about his voice a lot). did i just make this? yes. is it because i’m thinking about him? yes. this is probably going to be a one-off unless i feel like i should do more or if people like it lol

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“hey baby. i- uh, it’s 11 pm here in qatar right now. i’m not sure if you saw the race but it was exhausting.” his breath shuddered. fabrics were torn off his body.

“it was a good sprint— i’m sure you saw that. you congratulated me.” he chuckled deeply. “but right now— it’s just extremely exhausting. qatar’s humid. the warmth is disgusting— i took shower more than i should’ve. but i did.”

“now i’m just here in bed and… yeah. i hope you’ve had a good day. i’m certain you did— it’s just uh… ah… i can’t go to sleep.”

“‘ve just been thinking about you,” oscar mumbled, “haven’t seen you for weeks— and not even our videos did any justice.”

“‘s like i need to talk to you in order to get off,” he chuckled, precum leaking out of his cock as he stroked his length with his right hand. “if this day wasn’t as languid you probably would’ve gotten up already— you’re always eager to see me fuck myself with my own hands. you know nobody can stroke me like you do.”

“i- ah,” he moaned quietly, “i’m just thinkin’ about your mouth and the way your tongue would lick at the tip— ‘m rubbing it like how you’d tease me. but i can’t help it.”

“i’d stroke it fast and hard now but all i seem to think about is you and how you’d tease me,” he grunted quietly. “wish it’s your mouth, baby. god~ i wish it’s you sucking my cock right now.”

“but i suppose i have to be patient huh,” he chuckled breathlessly. “good things come to those who wait~ or whatever the fuck they say.”

“but right now i’m just gonna think about you,” he uttered quietly. “i’m gonna think about how you whine and cry about your hole not getting fucked— then i’ll cum to the thought of you getting stuffed full by me.”

“for now, enjoy your day, hm? i’ll talk to you soon. i love you.”

— beep —

Polaroid

Summary: Everyone likes a trip down memory lane, right?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: improper use of champagne, graphic sex details

Authors Notes: I’m back loves. Toto is a bit new for me, but I did my absolute best. I’d call this a drabble or perhaps a blurb. It’s mostly just an excuse to get my hands dirty. Enjoy it, fiends. The rest of my work can be found here.

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Toto’s NSFW Alphabet

Boredom got the best of me. I wasn’t going to, but alas, here we are.

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Won’t You?

Summary: On the way to a formal event, Toto finds himself a little preoccupied. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Vaguely Dubious Consent, Choking, Oral (male receiving) 

Author’s Notes: I might still have the touch y’all. Theres a chance, a sliver of hope. This is foul of me, honestly, but what’s a girl to do but be horny on main? The rest can be found here.

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Pictures of Kimi Raikkonen that scream (your daughter calls me daddy too) and (the type of guy who would be polite to your parents after fucking your brains out)😩

@moss-on-tmblr more pictures that give of that vibe 🤭😩 @norrisleclercf1 @toasttt11 @reidsworld

Ooh looking through the men who don’t get enough requests !!! Maybe 31: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” With seb Vettel? Any version of seb does it for me but I won’t lie rbr seb !!! gets a girl goin!!

I know you wanted rbr seb but aston seb my beloved <3 // prompt: “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

He's back on podium and you couldn't be more proud of him. It reminds of you when he was at RedBull and fighting for wins, for championships.

Seb was in his driver's room, Britta was on her way out as you were on your way in. "He's got press in 30 minutes," she reminds you, knowing how the two of you are.

You wave her off, promising to make sure he'd show up on time. You shut the door, finding your husband on the couch in his driver's room.

Seb smiles, patting his leg for you to come over and have a seat. you walk over, sitting. "I'm so proud of you," you tell him, holding his jaw.

"Thank you baby," he smiles. You were loving on him, kissing along his face, down his jaw to his neck. Seb's not stupid, he knows where this was going; the same thing he got scolded for over and over again at red bull.

"I have media," he reminds you. "I know." you tell him, kissing on his jaw.

Seb shifts you on his lap, "well since you know, the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

"You say that as if that's an issue for me," you giggled, the man kissing you as you shift to his thigh. Straddling his thigh, your dress bunched over your hips. Seb's hands rest on your ass, squeezing it before giving it a smack.

You start rocking yourself on his thigh. Back and forth very slowly. Your nails scratch down his chest, faint red marks being left behind.

Seb groans, his head tossed back and he lifts his leg slightly. The sudden change caused you to slide forward, clit rubbing against the fabric of his race suit under you.

The sound that left your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

DadBstf!seb just teaching you how to fuck after your dad asked him to stay at the house with you whilst he’s away

this fucks. so much. you get it. you get me.

Just as you arrived home for summer break, your parents were leaving for the 25th wedding anniversary trip. Although you were 20 and had stayed home alone a million times over, your parents, well your dad, still didn't trust you to stay at home alone. 

As an extra precaution, he asked his best friend, Sebastian, to stay with you for the few days they'd be gone. 

You and Sebastian always co-existed, you got along just fine and there was no bad blood but it's not like you spent a lot of time having conversations with him. Truthfully, for most of your life, Sebastian popped in for a weekend here and there or your parents took a trip to see him race. Even when you did watch the races, he wasn't really there -  he was mostly focussed on his race. 

But now it was just the two of you, in the house for the next six days. 

Sebastian have left earlier that day, knocking on your door and telling you that he's got some errands to run and he would be back later that afternoon. You shouted okay and rolled over and went back to sleep. 

It was nearly 6, when you heard the front door unlocked. Sebastian coming in with a few bags before returning to the living room to check on you. 

“What’re you watching?” He asked, walking around to sit next to you on the couch. “Oh uh, fifty shades.” You shrugged, “they finally put the second part on and I fell asleep in the theatre when we went to go see it.” 

“Are you old enough to be watching this?” Seb looked over at you, deadpan but you laughed. “Very funny,” you reached for the remote, “I can change it, we can watch something else.” 

“No no,” Seb shook his head, settling in on the couch. “Don’t change it on account of me, watch your movie.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a bit, focussed on the movie, playing on screen. And, of course, as expected, a sex scene on. You hear Sebastian snicker and you look over at him, confused. 

“What?” You asked, “you’re not that childish, are you?” You joked and he shook his head. 

“It looks so.. forced. I know it’s not real but they didn’t even try to make it seem real.” 

“I wouldn’t know the difference,” you shrugged, turning your attention back to the scene. Sebastian was curious, everyone knew that but they also knew curiosity was what killed the cat. 

He shifts to face you, “what does that mean?” 

“I had sex once at this party but I was drunk and from what I can remember, it wasn’t that great.” 

“Well that’s no good,” he says and you shrug once again, “that’s life.” 

“It doesn’t have to be that way.” He looks at you and you look back to him, brows furrowed. “What does that mean?” 

Sebastian scoots a little closer. “I can show you.. if you’d like.” 

“We shouldn't,” you turn to face him. 

He shrugs, “what’s the harm?” He pulls your leg and now you're face to face with him. “You need a real man to show you how to fuck.” His hand comes up to rest on your cheek and you find yourself leaning into him. You close the gap, kissing the man.

It was heavy, heated. His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Seb’s hands on your ass when he kisses you.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you, what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor when he rolls you two over again. You were flat on your back, Seb settled between your legs.

“Are we-” you cut him off with a kiss. “Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “Seb please.”

He nods, there wasn't much else to say. Not that anything makes sense at the moment, it was all physical. His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Seb’s hand wandered a little lower, a finger pushed in slowly. He can feel how wet you are, wrapped around his finger and he smiles.

“All of this for me?” He asks, cocky as ever.

“God, just fuck me.” You mumble, not wanting to wait. You waited long enough.

Seb nods, barely pushing into you. Your hands grip on his biceps, his lips finding yours when he pushes in all the way, muffling the moans that left your lips. 

He pulls one of your legs up to hitch on his hip. “Fuck,” you breath, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Seb’s hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit; matching the pace of his hips.

Your head falls back into the pillows when he hits the spot he was looking for. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Seb leans down, his lips next to your ear; “you know those boys couldn't satisfy you the way I do.” 

I'm convinced seb cannot sit still so how about forcing him to take a bath with you and relax with the bubbles even though he keeps wanting to get up to do chores around the house - seb anon

he's so fidgety, there's no way he'd sit still

"Seb, c'mon." You rub his arm, his hand resting on your stomach.

You managed to pull your husband away from the garage. Seb had recently bought a vintage Aston and had spent his last few days tinkering and you wanted nothing more than for him to be happy but you needed some time with your husband.

He hugs you from behind, feeling you settle on his lap. The bathroom smelt like lavender, making him feel a bit drowsy. "I have so much to do," he mumbles, letting you lean against him.

"What could possibly be so urgent that you have to go right this second?" You asked.

"I need to paint the guest room before your brother comes next week, the lawn needs to be mowed and I have to fix that leak on your car."

You roll your eyes, turning so you're looking at him. Seb smiles when you kiss him, getting him to shut up. Your hand holds his jaw tightly, pulling his focus to you.

"You know what's more important than all of that?"

"What?" He asks.

"Fucking your wife." You smiled sweetly, earning a laugh from him.

"Yeah, I think that's at the top of the list, hm?"

"Definitely," you smiled, pulling him for another kiss.

Sd! Jenson and sd! Seb getting thanked after they spoiled you all day long?!?? Like holy, they may go rough now but the aftercare is so nice, they would probably give you massages and some hot chocolate, pepper you with kisses, next morning they’d probably still thank you by eating you out 🤭 (if you don’t do threesomes feel free to just do either one of them!) I’m also sending this as a request but I’m not too sure whether it’s still open.. feel free to ignore it if you’re too busy though!

-jenson anon ❤️ (have a great day!)

hi love! hope you're having a good day too! gonna do sd!seb cause I never get to write him :) -- all consent given prior to anything happening!

It had been a long night.

Sebastian arrived home from his race earlier than expected and he decided that he want to take you out for dinner and do a little shopping since we haven't seen you in a while.

And of course, an afternoon together ended with you two in bed. All different positions, all different locations, the two of you giggling and touching and sweet whispers in between. You knew you two had an arrangement; he took care of you and you gave him your time in return but it was moments like these that made you never want to let him leave.

The sun peeks through the thick curtains in his bedroom, you're laying on your back and your head turned to the side, but he can hear the little snores slipping past your lips.

Sebastian tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your jaw softly. You mumble something and stir but you were still fast asleep. He kisses down your neck, along your shoulder to your chest and down your torso.

You shift a bit, Seb glances up at you to check if you were still asleep.

The lack of clothes from last night's activities only made it easier for him. His hand snaking up your thigh, rubbing over your hip. Sebastian’s holding your legs apart when you feel his  tongue against you. Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully against his face but Sebastian’s hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. 

He can feel your thighs close enough him, a signal that you were now awake. If that wasn't enough, the hand tangled in his hair was.

The blonde is smooth under your fingers, little tangled curls hook on your fingers as you pull on it, his name falling from your lips a million times over; as sweet as a prayer but the context was down right sinful. 

Sebastian’s tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears.

“That- oh.” Your chest heaves, head falling back into the couch cushions. 

He smiles, your legs shaking as he pulls away from you. Your cheeks go red when you see his face glistening, nose to chin. Seb’s tongue slides across his lips, a satisfied smile on his face. 

"Good morning," his cheek rests on your inner thigh, looking up at you. "Mhm, no more racing," you hook your leg over him. "You can stay here and do that."

Seb laughs, "whatever you want, pretty girl."

Sebastian Vettel where you’re Mattia Binotto’s daughter (you’re in your mid twenties). Including prompt 34 and 55.

I’m thinking 2020 Seb where he’s probably quite frustrated with Ferrari which leads to him taking it out on you. Maybe in Mattia’s office on his desk. You’ve been into Seb for a while (bc who wouldn’t be??) and let him do whatever he wants to you.

okay yeah, you get me. // prompts: “take it like a good slut.” + “gonna ruin all that pretty makeup” 

It hurt to see him like this. 

Everyone knew that this was his dream; driving the red car, wearing the red suit, winning a championship for the team he loved so much and yet, they failed him.   Sebastian had broke the news that he was leaving Ferrari and headed to Aston Martin come 2021 and it was safe to say, it caused a stir in the team. 

You had no idea Seb was thinking of leaving; you knew he had mentioned it but you didn’t expect it to go so quickly. 

It wasn’t until the Friday post practice that you bumped into the man in the hallway. “Hey,” you smiled at him. Sebastian stopped to say hello, giving you a hug.

“Packed your bags already?” You joked, earning a smile from him. “Kicking me out so soon?” 

“If it were up to me, you’d be here until you win and win and win, and everyone is sick of you and that stupid red car.” 

“Don’t say that about the car,” he told you, “it’s not her fault.” 

“Yeah okay,” you hum.  

Sebastian was quiet for a minute, “what are you doing here? You aren't one to hide from the madness.” he laughed and you shrug, “wanted to see how you were doing.” You admitted to him, “I think things haven’t been easy.” 

The man looked at you, something about the way you looked at him was undeniable. There was something between the two of you, even if neither of you admitted it. 

Sebastian grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him. Your hand flat on his chest, balancing yourself. “Seb,” you mumbled and his blue eyes find yours. 

“What?” He leans in to kiss you, lips ghosting over yours. “I know you feel it too.” 

Your hand rests on his jaw, closing the gap between the two of you. Sebastian’s hands wander down to your ass, your body pressed flush against his. You could feel his hands wandering a bit more but you stop him before it goes too far. 

“Not here,” you mumbled and he grabs your hand, pulling you through the first door he finds. You’re on top of the desk before you could complain. 

“We can’t,” you whisper to him, knowing that even if the door is shut, it’s unlocked and anyone could walk in at any given moment.

“No one is coming, baby.” He tells you, his hand snaking further up your thighs. His fingers brushed against the lace under your shorts. 

“Let me take this off you, hm? Want to see how pretty you look.” He says, helping you take them off. 

Your shorts in a pile on the floor as you sat on the desk in front of him, legs spread and his face buried between your legs. Your fingers tangled in his curls, pulling him closer as his tongue lapped over your clit, his hands pushing your closing thighs apart.

It was taking all of him not to bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream his name but you know, decorum is needed; this was still a workplace. 

Your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. “Sebastian,” you call, your hand on his cheek.

He glances up at you, his blue eyes finding yours; him between your legs was a sight you always loved to see but right now, you needed him.

“What is it, baby?” He sits up and you lean forward, grabbing his face. Your lips against his, “fuck me, please.”

Your cheeks are red when you see him sit up, the lower half of his face glistening. You also can’t help yourself when you pull him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him. Seb doesn't waste any time, he pushes your legs back, pulling you to the edge of the desk by your legs and he settles between your legs; one pulled over his shoulder and the other around his hip.

He pushed into you, one of his hands over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Your eyes find his again, your hand wrapping around his wrist when he slips two fingers into your mouth.

You feel his hips dig into the back of your thighs, he leans down, lips against your ear when he moves his hand from your mouth. “Keep quiet, pretty girl. Take it like a good slut.”  He kisses along your jaw, “you wouldn't want them to find us, hm?” 

You find your body betraying you, hips bucking towards Sebastian, his hand gripping your hip to hold you in place.

He's in charge and you both know it, letting him set the pace; slow and steady and it was driving you insane.

Seb pulls his fingers away, wiping his hand across your bare chest. “God, please Seb, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. 

“Gonna ruin all that pretty makeup, hm?” He leans down to kiss you. 

  i don’t want to be touched this time,  i just want to focus on you right now.  + ferrari!seb and engineer!reader

you’re so evil for this.  -- this one’s for the car fuckers

Pre season testing with any other driver was a normal 9-5 stitch but when it came to Sebastian, 9-5 really meant 9 to whatever time he decided he was ready to call it a day and more often that not, it wasn’t until late into the evening. 

Day 4 of testing and Sebastian sat on the stool next to you, comparing the stats from last season’s car to the ones formed today. 

“I still think the weight is off,” he mutters, sliding off the stool. The red shirt clung to his chest, the race suit hanging off his hips as he slid his fingers over the halo. 

You spun on the stool, facing the man as he inspected the car. “I don’t know Seb, might just have been the track temp.” 

“I doubt it.” He looks over at you and your brows furrow. 

“Would you like to do my job for me, Sebastian?” You stuck the papers out for him and he smiled, “no, y/n. You do it much better than I do, and you look much better doing it, too.” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had been his race engineer since his second second at Ferrari and he was going into his 4th season with the red team. Every year since, you've come so close to the championship that you could taste it, touch it, feel it and yet, it slips though your fingers. Sebastian was determined to make this car a machine; a monster made to win, doesn’t matter how many hours he’s got to spend at the track, and by extension, how many hours you had to spend. 

He leans into the car, his hand pressed to the side. “What’s the chassis made of?” He asks and you shrug. “Some sort of aluminium.” 

“Not carbon?” 

“I don’t think so, why?” 

“I didn’t even know they were still allowed to use that,” he says, “come feel this.” 

You get off the stool and walk over to him, he pats inside of the car and you lean over to feel it, your hand on the cold metal. Seb’s hand rests over yours, his other hand on your waist. 

“See? You can feel how thick it is. It’s too heavy, it’s dragging the car down.” He says to you but the words go in one ear and out the other. 

You studied the way his eyes fixed on you as he spoke; eye contact was always something he did when he spoke to people, didn’t matter who. The way his hands moved when he spoke pulled your focus until he called for you. 

“Y/n?” He pulls your focus back. 

“Yeah?” 

“Did you hear anything I said?” 

You’ve got a dopey smile on your face, “mhm kinda.” He laughed, his hand still on your waist. 

This was a typical routine for you two; pre season testing turned into car inspection and into a pre season fuck just to get it out of your systems and tonight was no exception. 

Sebastian was the one to close the gap between the two of you, you’re leaning on the side of the car when his hands slip down to rest on your ass. Your own hands coming up to tug on the hem of his shirt but he stops you. 

His lips on your jaw, down your neck and he slowly sinks down to his knees in front of you. 

“Seb,” you whispered, the man pulls one of your legs over his shoulders.

It was unseasonably warm in Maranello, Seb was thanking whatever controlled the weather because the fact that you were wearing a skirt made his job much easier. 

“Shh,” he kissed up your thigh. “Let me focus on you tonight, okay?” 

Your head falls back when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess. Your hand tangled in his messy curls, silently thanking that he didn’t cut it yet. 

Sebastian’s eyes look up, fixed on you; your hair framing your face and your head tossed back. 

The man gets up, kissing you when he does. You can taste yourself on his lips, Seb pushes you back against the car once again, your hand slipping between the two of you as you undo his pants. Sebastian pulls your leg to hitch on his hip, your panties already pulled to the side and your dress rolled up at your hips. 

Seb pushes into you. His lips find yours, muffling your moans as he fucks you. Your nails dig into his bicep, his shirt sleeve pushed up.

At least it would be covered.

With each passing year, pre season was taking over as your favourite time of the year. 

bestie please I just thought of this, you and RBR Sebastian fucking on the villa of summer break and Mark calls you and he makes you pick up the phone and literally you are trying to not to moan in the phone

babe you are a whore. I love it. 

The sun was warm on your stomach and chest, the curtains blowing with the wind because Sebastian left the windows opened this morning. 

It was barely lunch time and Sebastian was insatiable. 

You had joined him for the two last races prior to summer break but one weekend was 80% press and 20% racing and the other was so hot, no one could function properly that he couldn’t and didn’t have the energy to fuck you. 

Sebastian made sure to whisk you off to some island, just the two of you - no one to bother you and most importantly, he could fuck you anywhere and anytime he wanted. 

Currently, he's got your legs wrapped around his hips and he’s fucking you full - literally, thanks to pillow under your hips. 

The phone rings - the sound blaring catches you both off guard. You were so sure it was his phone, some Red Bull official wanting to take your boyfriend away from you but imagine your surprise when it’s your phone ringing. 

Not only was it your phone but it was none other than your boyfriend’s teammate, Mark Webber. 

“Answer it,” Sebastian tells you, handing you the phone. You shook your head, “no, Seb - no, please.” 

Too late, Sebastian has already clicked accept and handed it back to you. 

“H-hi Mark,” you try to get out as normal as possible. Mark was none the wiser, asking you how your break was going. 

Sebastian pulls your leg over his shoulder but he’s yet to move. “It’s going good, how is- fuck!” you bite your lower lip to stop anything coming out of your mouth when Sebastian pushes into you all the way. 

“You alright sweetheart ?” Mark asks - Sebastian hated when Mark called you that; the nickname given to you out of adoration, his teammate telling you that you’re much too sweet to be dating Seb. 

“Mhm hm,” you breathe, looking up at Seb, your eyes pleading with him to stop. He gives in, pulling your other leg over his free shoulder in the meantime. 

Sebastian reaches down, his fingers trailing along the back of your thigh. “What are you and-” “Sebastian!” The name slips past your lips, airy and out of breath as it does, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Oh,” Mark chuckles awkwardly. “Uh- just call me when you’re not busy, sweets.” 

“Mhm bye Mark,” you toss the phone somewhere, not even caring where it landed. “God,” your hand pushed on his chest, “I hate you.” 

“I love you, sweetheart.” Sebastian grins. 

You are on a very important dinner and you are sitting right in front of him, you take off one heel and start rubbing him (maybe angry him afterwards?) + Seb

okay this - I was gonna do RBR Seb but maybe AM Seb cause he’s got more patience and is more fun to fuck with it :) 

Tonight was the big dinner with the sponsors. The last of the pre season events before the car launch. You were sat across from your husband, Sebastian, watching as he spoke to the man next to him - he was there on behalf of Oakley from what you gathered. 

Your heels were squeezing your feet so you slipped a foot out of the shoe, the feeling of relief on your face. Your leg stretched out, heel of your foot resting on Seb’s chair, between his legs. 

Seb glances over at you, smiling at you before turning back to the man. You started talking to the woman next to you, she was telling you about her children - what an exciting topic, you thought to yourself, hint the sarcasm. 

Boredom was hitting, your foot shifts and presses against his dick. Seb shifts in his seat, his hand dropping under the table to wrap around your ankle as you moved your foot slowly. 

You weren’t looking at him but you knew he was throwing glares at you - if looks could kill.

Your husband was a man of patience, you see it everyday.

He was level headed, he’s cooled down since his RedBull days but sometimes you missed it, missed the aggressive side of him, the side of Seb that would do anything and do whatever he wanted and put his everything in racing no matter what it took or who it hurt in the end. 

You knew it was selfish of you to want that back but you loved that side of him - the excitement of watching him fight his way to P1 drove you up the wall, not the mention the mind blowing sex you’d have after he won or got pole position.

Seb’s hand squeezes your ankle, harshly pushing your foot away from him. Your brows furrow, biting back a smile as you look over at your husband.

He didn’t say much to you for the rest of the night, mingling amongst the sponsors while you were off saving Lance from a boring conversation. 

The two of you were at the bar when Seb comes over. “Can I borrow her?” He asks Lance, already taking the glass from you and setting it on the counter. 

“Sure,” Lance’s brows furrow as he lets Seb pulls you off. 

You and Sebastian were outside, the man walking you over to the car. “You think that’s funny?” He asks, you were confused. 

“What?” you look at your husband, pinned between him and the car. 

“Your foot- you think it’s funny to get me hard in the middle of dinner?” 

“No, but I was bored.” You smile sweetly at him. Seb’s patience running thin- maybe he'd finally break. 

“Is that so?” He asks, turning you around so you were laying over the hood of the car. “Should I fuck you in the middle of the parking lot because I'm bored?” He asks you, your dress bunched over your hips. 

“Sebastian!” you scold him, looking over your shoulder at the man undoing his belt. 

“What ?” He asks, already lining himself up with you.

Before you could complain about anyone seeing you two, Seb pushes into you, your body flat against the hood of his Aston Martin. 

“You like this hm?” He calls to you, a hand pressed to the middle of your back, “knowing anyone can walk out and see you like this?” 

shapes of you - s.v5

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

anyways nsfw under the cut as always whores <3

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