sophie

i post f1 art and fics sometimes

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F1 Drivers/Reader Fics Masterlist

Sebastian Vettel

Tender Love & Care 18+

Jenson Button

So You Think I'm Mediocre? 18+

Mark Webber

Race to Finish 18+

Will write for:

Sebastian Vettel

Jenson Button

Mark Webber

Nico Rosberg

Charles Leclerc

I don't know most of the newer drivers well, but feel free to request anyone in my asks and I may be able to write for them ^_^

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happy birthday to one of my fave f1 dilfs!

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Race to Finish | Mark Webber x Reader

Multi 21 Red Bull situation but with Mark and the reader. Mark confronts reader as you’re about to go back to your hotel.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, size kink, belly bulge, slight degradation, praise kink, brat reader (kinda?)

Word count: 1.5k

click here for AO3 link if you'd rather read it on there

“What the fuck was that, Sophie?” Mark shoved you into the wall of the parking garage as you were making your way to your rental car.

“Jealous you didn’t come first?” You smirked, glancing down at the hands that kept you pinned to the wall.

“JEALOUS?” He exclaimed incredulously. “Multi 21, Sophie. We had team orders to let me go first, and you just blatantly ignore them? What kind of teammate are you?!”

“Hey, chill, you came second, it’s not the end of the world, our team got loads of points from it.” You replied, heart racing. You loved riling Mark up like this, he was so easy to annoy.

“That’s not the fucking point! God you’re so pretentious, I cannot stand you.” Mark took his hands off of you to throw them in the air in frustration.

“Say what you want, you’re just mad I’m better than you.”

Mark huffed in disbelief. You were really testing his patience. He wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

You chuckled at him, “Cat got your tongue? You’ve gone soft, Mark, where’s your fighting spir-“

You squeaked as you were cut off mid-sentence by Mark’s hand gripping your waist, his other back on your shoulder. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite figure out.

“You are such a fucking brat, y’know? You come first and suddenly you’re the best? You’re number two, and you always will be, no matter what Red Bull says.” He spits out, staring at your lips the entire time.

“Yet, I won. Don’t get too cocky, you’re the one who came second.” You smirked, feeling your stomach swirl with lust.

“And whose fucking fault was that? You need to follow team orders, you need to be taught a lesson.” He replied, leaning even closer, noses touching.

“Oh, and you’re gonna be the one to do it are you?” You scoff, looking up at him through hooded eyes, your heart beating a little faster.

Suddenly he grabbed the back of your neck and brought you into a bruising kiss. It was messy, all teeth and tongues, pure passion and lust.

Eventually having to breathe you both pull back, Mark’s eyes not leaving your now slightly swollen lips that you were biting while giving him a cheeky smile.

His eyes widened slightly, “You fucking minx, you knew I’d do that.”

You simply nodded, softly giggling at Mark’s reaction. You knew he’d rise to the bait, but the smile was wiped off your face as he grabbed your wrist and led you to his car.

You hadn’t even opened the passenger door before you were shoved against it, Mark leaning over your shoulder, hands making their way up and down your body. “I bet you’d let me fuck you right here, where anyone could catch us.” He chuckled in your ear, smirking at your moan in response. “You’re lucky I want you all to myself, now get in the car.”

You scrambled into the passenger seat, eager to see how your teasing plays off.

A large hand gripped your thigh the entire way back to the hotel. You whined at the loss of contact when you finally arrived, Mark finally removing his hand to get out of the car.

Thankfully your rooms were on the same floor, so walking through the hallway together didn’t look suspicious. If you ignored the fire in Mark’s eyes and the lust in yours, of course.

His lips were on your neck before the door had even finished closing. Strong hands roamed your body as you tried not to moan.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart. Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, parroting what you’d said earlier.

“You’re so cocky.” You huff back, secretly enjoying how small you felt with his large body towering over you.

He pushed you against the door, his hardening length now evident as he moved even closer. You felt it move against your stomach, another reminder of your height difference.

Eventually, Mark pulled away from you, staring down at you with hunger and want in his eyes and you almost came right there.

“Let’s move this somewhere comfier.” He said, manoeuvring you to the double bed, groaning as you gaze up at him through your lashes as he lays you flat on the bed, stripping you out of your clothes, his joining the pile not long after.

You shiver as he slowly runs his hands from your neck to your thighs, following them with light kisses and bites. He spreads your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he kneels down in front of you.

His breath ghosted your clit as he slowly kissed closer to your pussy.

“Stop teasing me, Mark!” You groaned in frustration, knowing he was holding back to spite you. Getting impatient, you grab his hair and gently pulling him towards your cunt.

You raised an eyebrow when you heard a quiet moan, pulling again slightly and smirking when he whined a little louder. You filed that knowledge away for later, losing your train of thought quickly as he finally ran his tongue through your folds.

“You taste so good, sweetheart; so wet for me.” He mumbled, lapping at your wetness before it could reach your thighs. It felt like pure bliss.

“Please!” You whined, shaking slightly when he moved to suck on your clit.

“Please, what, Sophie? What do you want?” He asked, looking up at you from between your legs.

“Fuck me, Mark! I need you inside me, please!” You cried, desperate for him, not caring how needy you sounded.

He chuckled, standing up and motioning for you to move further onto the bed as he followed, leaning over you.

Moving closer to your ear, he whispered, “Are you going to be good for me, baby?”, kissing the marks that were starting to form on your neck.

“Yes!” You whimpered, trying to move your hips upward to meet his, which resulted in Mark grasping your waist and pushing it down.

“So desperate for my cock. Do you need it as bad as 1st place?” he teased, holding back a little longer, getting off on watching you squirm. “Tell me, sweetheart, or I won’t give you what you want.”

“I need it so bad, Mark, I want you to fill me, I need it more than any podium!” You begged, tears forming out of pure frustration.

Finally, he was satisfied with your answer, moving to line himself up.

You gasped as he slowly entered you, tip stretching your walls, the slight pain from his size causing you to whimper.

Mark noticed, stilling his hips, letting you adjust to the thick head. He took one of his hands off your hip and ran them through your hair, tracing down your jaw and tilting your head so you were looking into his eyes.

“So beautiful, it’s a shame you’re always glaring at me.” He chuckled, making your heart race at the sudden tenderness (despite the jab at you).

“Don’t piss me off then.” You smirked, moving your hips to ask for more of him. “You’re always so smug and confident, you need to-” You were cut off with a moan as Mark suddenly thrusts the rest of his length inside you.

“I need to try this more often; you can’t mouth off at me when you’re full of my cock.” He smirked, staring at your face full of bliss.

You were reduced to a moaning mess as he slowly thrust in and out, frustratingly slow. “Deeper.” You managed to say.

On his next thrust, he went as deep as he could, hitting your cervix. He looked down at your stomach and noticed a faint bulge.

He pressed a rough hand onto it and almost came when he felt himself. “Fuck, baby, that’s so hot.”

You clenched around him, snapping him out of his trance as he moved to thrust harder.

His hand didn’t leave your stomach, pushing down on it every time he bottoms out, dizzying thoughts plaguing his mind.

“Mark, I’m gonna cum!” You cried, clenching again as his fingers found your wet clit. That’s all it took to send you over the edge, almost sighing as you finally reach the orgasm that he has been teasing you with for too long.

Mark wasn’t far behind, moving to pull out when you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in to finish deep inside you.

You almost came again at the feeling of being filled so full of his hot cum, feeling like you’d won the GP all over again.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m not about to let you beat me again, but if you do, I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.” He groaned, pulling out and flopping down next to you.

“If you win, we can celebrate a different way.” You smiled cheekily, shuffling onto your side to face him.

“Oh? The constructor’s championship will be guaranteed if this is our motivation to win races. I can’t wait to see you on your knees for me when I win.” He smirked, slowly moving closer.

Your eyes went wide at that idea, making you clench your legs together. “You’ve gotta win first.” You retort, moving your head to lay on his chest.

It wasn’t late, but you found yourself drifting off in Mark’s strong arms. He kissed your hair softly, running his hands gently along your back.

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fem!seb vettel (guess whose shirt she's wearing...)

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So You Think I’m Mediocre? | Jenson Button x RB!Reader

Had to post something for his birthday. Happy birthday Jense ily!

Red Bull reader sees an interview Jenson did where she thinks he’s criticising her. Y/N confronts him. Slight mischaracterisation of Jense, apologies, I don’t know much about his career with Sky. Also he’s not married in this, sorry not sorry Brittny.

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, slight degradation, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.1k

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“So, Jenson, what are your thoughts on Y/N?” Naomi asked, turning to her coworker.

“I’m not sure she’s all she’s hyped up to be-“ Jenson replies, quickly continuing when Naomi raises an eyebrow, “-Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not calling her mediocre per se- she’s been on the podium for the past 8 races. But has she really got what it takes to win?”

“Harsh words from JB! It looks like Y/N has to work harder to get his approval!” Naomi says to the camera, changing the subject to another driver.

You shut off your phone, slamming it down on the table in annoyance. Mediocre? You? You huff loudly, attracting the attention of your teammate.

“What’s got you all flustered? You should be celebrating!” Max chuckles, walking to sit opposite you.

The race had finished ages ago, and you’d finally had time to relax away from the cameras.

“Stupid fucking Jenson Button. Y’know I looked up to him for so many years, and now he’s out here slagging me off on live tv!” You complain, waving your hands around.

“Oh I saw that, surely he just wants you to get that top spot? Though I’m not giving it to you any time soon.” He replied lightheartedly, a poor attempt at humour.

“I don’t get why he’s so harsh on me! There’s loads of drivers who get podium a lot but don’t win, Charles is always doing it!” You whine.

“Maybe he has a crush on you.” Max joked. Then, seeing your eyes roll, added. “Hey that’d be a good thing right? Maybe he doesn’t want to show bias towards you because he likes you. Plus he’s very attractive- and single.”

“Back off, I had eyes on him first.” You smirk, then frowned again. “You don’t think that’s true, surely?”

“Only one way to find out, you should confront him about it.” Max stood up, excited to hear about the interaction in the morning.

“Though maybe find somewhere private, just in case.” He winked, exiting the room.

•••

You were on your way to your rental car, deep in thought, when suddenly you bumped into someone.

“Oh my god sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!” You apologise quickly, looking up to see who you’d crashed into.

And, of course it was the last person you wanted to see. Jenson Button.

“You can drive 200mph but can’t walk without crashing?” He chuckled, not unkindly.

“Yeah, whatever.” You scowled at him, remembering the interview.

He looked down at you in surprise, “What’s wrong, Y/N? I was only joking.” He frowned.

“Like you were only joking about me being mediocre?” You snapped.

You’d intended to ask him about his comments at the next race, after you’d had time to cool off. Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

“Oh gosh, you saw that? I really didn’t mean it to sound so harsh, I respect you, Y/N, I think you’re one of the best drivers we’ve seen in years!” He rubbed his hand awkwardly on his neck.

“It didn’t sound like it. It sounded like you thought I’d never win.” You replied, pouting slightly.

“Sweetheart, I would love to see you beat Max. Between you and me, I think he needs to lose once in a while to keep him humble. But I couldn’t just say that on tv, I’m not really supposed to show favouritism.” He moved his other hand to rest on your shoulder, smiling earnestly.

You could feel the anger dissipating. “Are you trying to say I’m your favourite?” You replied, your voice sounding hopeful.

“Off the record, yes. I’m sorry you thought otherwise, I genuinely admire your skill and determination.” He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, smiling sincerely.

You relaxed your shoulders, suddenly feeling embarrassed, blush rising to your cheeks.

“Plus,” he added, moving his hand slowly down your arm, “you’re arguably the prettiest on the grid.” His eyes raked over your body, pupils dilating almost imperceptibly.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you lean into his touch slightly. Seeing your reaction, Jenson brought a hand to your waist, gripping it gently.

“Well, I’d argue Charles wins in that category, at least Max seems to think so, but thank you.” You smiled bashfully.

“Yeah I bet he does. Ya know, I’m just about to head back to my hotel, I don’t suppose you want join? We can order food, I bet you’re starving.”

Your eyes widened at the proposal, unable to speak.

“Unless you have other plans?” He added hastily, “You’re probably going out to celebrate with Max?”

“No! I mean, I was, but it gets old after a while, we’re celebrating practically every race. Food sounds good!” You reply quickly, not wanting to sound uninterested.

“Okay! Great!” He chuckled, his hand moving to your back as he steered you towards his car.

•••

The drive back to his hotel room felt like an eternity. You couldn’t believe it. Here you were, in a car with your idol (and let’s be honest, crush). Jenson fucking Button.

Still brimming with energy from the race, you bounce your leg slightly, hoping Jenson wouldn’t think it was nerves. You didn’t want him to think he had the upper hand - you’d prove him wrong, you were a winner.

•••

Jenson had already checked in a few days prior so you went straight to his room, glad that the hotel was more secluded. As a female driver the media tended to give you a bad reputation.

You had barely stepped foot in the room when you were being pinned against the wall, his body towering over you.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He said between hungry kisses, barely pausing to breathe.

“Me? I thought I was just a mediocre driver?” You said, suddenly getting cocky, knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Come first and I’ll give you all the praise you want. Live on camera.” He replied, removing your shirt to continue kissing downwards.

“Come first? Well that depends on your skill.” You moaned as he sucked hickeys onto your neck, high enough to not be covered by your race suit.

“You’re such a tease. Strutting around the paddock in your tight suit for everyone to see.” He growls, unclasping your bra, kissing your breasts, teasing your nipples.

“But you’re the only one who gets a look under the suit, baby.” You whined, grasping his short hair and moving his head lower as he starts to unbuckle your trousers.

“Is that so? Last I heard you were whoring yourself out to any driver. Glad to hear you let ex-drivers participate.” He pulls your trousers down, swiftly removing them along with your panties.

“Your sources are incorrect, I’m not a slut, like you were at my age.” You reply, gasping as he drops to his knees, staring up at you hungrily.

“And yet here you are, at my mercy, begging for my touch.” He grazed his fingers across your inner thighs, hearing your breath hitch the closer he got to your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Jense, just get on with it!” You cried in frustration, desperate for him.

“As you wish.” He replied, his face disappearing, tongue lapping at your pussy, gently at first, deliberately missing your clit.

You grab his hair again, pushing him deeper, his tongue entering you while his fingers moved towards your sensitive clit.

He started to gently rub it, still lapping up your juices, making your legs shake slightly, clenching your thighs around his head.

“Jenseeeee-“ you whine, desperate for release. “Please, I need you inside me!” You could feel the sharp burn of his stubble against your clit, and it was almost too much.

He slowly gets up and leads you towards the bed, removing his clothes as you go.

Jenson sits at the foot of the bed and pats his bare thighs. “Show me how much you want it.”

You climb onto his lap, positioning yourself so your pussy was resting against his thigh.

Slowly at first, you rock your hips, gasping as your clit brushed his leg. He held your hips steady, encouraging you to speed up slightly.

A hand rested on your jaw, tilting your head up so he could watch your face, your mouth open, panting.

“You look so pretty like this, love, so desperate for my cock, you’re practically dripping all over me.” He smirked, knowing you were close.

“I need it so bad, Jense! Need your thick cock in me!” You reply, your pussy clenching around nothing. Your orgasm was building quickly, so close you could taste it.

Suddenly he lifted you off his thighs, pushing you gently onto the mattress, climbing on top of you. He chuckled as you let out a frustrated groan.

You gasped as he moved back to kissing your neck, whining at the loss of contact between your legs.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” He whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes!” You cried, arching up as he pushed your hips back down, entering a finger inside you.

You cried out for more, whining his name as he slowly entered a second, then third digit into you, stretching your tight pussy.

“That’s it baby, you’re so good for me, my perfect little slut.” He cooed, removing his fingers as you wailed in frustration.

“Patience, love.” Jenson said softly, moving to rub his dick across your wetness, hitting your clit at just the right angle.

“Please, stop teasing me!” You moaned, already so wet for him.

He smirked, slowly entering you until he bottoms out.

You whine, feeling so full, as he waits for you to adjust to his length.

He starts to pull out, making you whimper, until only his tip was inside you. He slams back into you as you cried out in pleasure.

“You’re taking me so well, darling, you’re so good for me.” He cooed, cupping your chin, pulling you into another deep kiss.

He sets a steady pace, focused on your now incoherent sentences. “You make such pretty sounds, sweetheart. Look at you, barely able to talk, so drunk on my cock.”

His strong hands grip your waist just hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, marking you as his.

Moving back to your nipples he runs his tongue slowly over them, moving one hand up to pinch them, coaxing another moan out of you.

“I’m so close!” You wail, tipping your head back as he attacks your neck again, licking and kissing over the red marks starting to appear.

“Come for me.” He commands, sending you over the edge as he reaches down to circle your neglected clit.

You cum, clenching your walls around his cock, overstimulated by his fingers and thickness.

“You look so beautiful with me inside you. It’s like you were made for me.”

Opening your eyes you gaze up at him with hooded eyes, dazed and glassy.

Your seductive stare sent him over the edge. “Darling, I’m gonna come!” He said, thrusts becoming uneven.

“Jense!” You cry, “Please, inside me!”

His thrusting stops as he fills you deeply with his seed. You almost come again, feeling so full of him, moaning obscenely.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispers in your ear, pulling out of you finally, mouth watering as he watches his seed drip out of your wet cunt.

You look up at him innocently, biting your lip at the feeling of his cum trickling down your leg.

“I’m all yours, Jense.” You smile, pulling him into a slow, sensual kiss.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, getting up to walk to the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth.

Wiping you down gently, he kisses you again softly. Your eyes are closed as you smile sleepily, enjoying being taken care of.

Once you were clean, he laid down next to you, stroking your hair softly, staring at your puffy lips, red from rough kisses.

“Still think I’m mediocre?” You ask, almost inaudibly.

“Hmm,” he groaned into your neck, tracing a hand across your stomach. “I think you’ve convinced me otherwise.”

You smile as he kisses you gently, satisfied by his answer, slowly falling asleep in his arms as he moves his hand to circle your back.

•••

You wake in the night suddenly hungry, realising you hadn’t eaten since the race. A plate of fruit lay on the table next to you, along with a glass of water and a note:

You’ve worked up an appetite, sorry that’s the only cold food room service offered. Don’t worry, I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it.

You smile lovingly down at the man in your arms. Max is going to be so smug when you tell him.

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Tender Love & Care | Sebastian Vettel/reader

Set during and after the 2009 Australian gp but he has his longer, curly hair bc fuck his buzz cut (/j ily sebby but your curls are to die for)

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling, dry humping, kinda sub!seb?, unprotected sex

Word count: 1k

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Having still not fully processed what had happened, you watched the screen in horror as Seb continues, left tyre hanging on, balancing on top of his car.

Angry and exasperated sighs erupt around you in the Red Bull garage. A lap later, Sebastian’s car eventually comes to a stop, and you let out a sigh of relief, glad he’d be returning soon.

“I’m an idiot, I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.”

You hear the crackled voice through the team’s radio and your heart breaks.

He finally pulls into the garage, and is immediately overwhelmed by angry comments. You rush to hug him tightly, feeling him shake slightly in your arms. He mumbled something incoherent into your chest as your hand gently circled his back.

After remaining like that for a few minutes, you decided to let the team know you were taking him home, and to contact him tomorrow to debrief, leading him to your rental car.

As you walked away you heard talks of an investigation and penalties, and knew you had to take extra good care of your poor German.

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The drive to your hotel was silent, interrupted only by the occasional sniffle from Seb. One hand on the wheel, you reached out with your other to pet his thigh, knowing the physical touch would comfort him.

Finally reaching your room, you immediately went to run a bath for him, while he sat slumped over the edge of the bed. Your heart broke seeing him hug his small frame, letting out shaky breaths.

Gently stripping him, you guide him slowly to the warm bath, grabbing the shampoo to tenderly massage it through his blond curls. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and the tension started to dissipate out of his body.

Taking a sponge from the side, you washed him, kneading the knots out of his shoulders and wiping the tear stains away.

Seb looked at you through watery blue eyes and spoke for the first time since you’d held him, asking you to join him.

Stripping off your clothes, you felt his gaze on your body, his bitten, swollen lips parted slightly. You felt your face burn at the attention.

Signalling for him to move, you climbed in behind him, placing his head on your shoulder and your arms on his stomach, hands entwined with his.

He tried to speak again, but you shushed him, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulders, making him shiver.

“It’s okay baby, you don’t need to talk, let me take care of you.”

You both lay there until the water turned cold. Throwing a robe on, you dried your hair, watching Seb in the mirror, towelling his curls.

You turn around, taking the towel from him and ruffling his messy hair. “You’re so cute, Sebby”, you giggle as he pouted at you.

Leading him to the bedroom, you placed him gently at the foot of the bed then perched on the edge. He laid his head on your lap, staring up at you with sad, doe eyes.

“It’s all my fault.” He said, nuzzling his head in your hand, as you gripped his hair once more, pulling gently.

He moaned, kissing along your thighs, and you pulled harder. He bucked his hips and looked at you with widening pupils.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby?” You asked, running your hands down his chest, fingers grazing his happy trail.

“Yes, please.” He whined, taking your hands and dragging them lower, brushing them against his hardening cock.

“Now, Sebby, you have to earn it.” you tutted, pulling him to straddle your lap. “Are you going to show me how much you need it?”

He kissed you desperately, licking into your mouth, gripping your waist. You broke the kiss to finally breathe, gazing into his hooded eyes.

Seb started grinding against your thigh, seeking his release. You could tell he was close already, his precum wetting his stomach, so you grabbed his hips, stilling him. He mewled, eyes glassy with tears of desperation.

“Please,” he whimpered, moving a hand to your pussy “let me touch you.”

He gathered your wetness on his fingers, sliding them up to lazily circle your clit, smiling cheekily at your soft gasps.

Moving his head down, he starts lapping the wetness that had dripped down your thighs, all the way up to your aching hole.

“Sebby- need you inside me!” You moan, watching his eyes light up.

You move further up the bed and lay your head on the pillow, the blond following with lust-filled eyes.

He kisses you again, and you taste yourself on him. He kneads your breasts before holding your hips and lining himself up. Your body twitches slightly as his dick nudges your sensitive clit before the head disappears inside you.

Moving down to your nipples he alternates between sucking and flicking, as he slowly bottoms out.

He stays there while you adjust, kissing hickeys down your neck and breasts, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide them.

Finally, he pulls out steadily, not wanting to hurt you, until only his tip was inside you.

“You’re so perfect for me, liebling, so beautiful.” He said, gazing down at you lovingly. Your blush deepened at the praise, and you pulled him in for another kiss.

Pulling his hair caused his hips to jut into you suddenly, making you break the kiss to gasp. Seb smirked in satisfaction at your reaction, as he started thrusting deep into you at a steady pace.

Evidently he was more excited than you first thought, as not long after, his thrusts started to become more irregular. You could feel your orgasm building too, as Seb moved his hand back to your clit, matching his pace.

“Come for me, schatzi.” He whispered, his accent thicker.

You came, walls tightening around him, making him groan into your neck. He followed not long after, filling you full of his warm cum.

He pulled out slowly, resting his head on your chest while you rubbed his back and played with his curls.

“Sebby, dear, are you okay?”

He nodded lazily, not wanting to move. “I love you.” He mumbled into your neck. “I’m sorry.” He added quietly, still ashamed from the DNF.

“Baby, you don’t need to be sorry, it was an accident. I love you, sweetheart.” You replied, kissing his curls and holding him closer, feeling him slowly drift off.

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You mean to tell me this is the man that haunts Mark Webber’s dreams..?!?

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i heard we were yurifying f1 drivers

fem george russell in this dress by Vivienne Westwood