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[cheftsunoda]

𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 — 𝐟𝟏 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐝

w/ : mv3, yt22, gr63, ka12, op81, ln1, ih6, ll30, lh44, cl16, pg10, fc43, cs55, aa23, ob87, eo31, gb5, nh27

++ special guests : dr3, jb22, sv5, kr7, nr6, toto wolff, james vowles, laurent mekies && our lovely ladies — lily z, lily muni he, kelly piquet, alexandra saint mleux, carmen mundt, kika gomes, rebecca donaldson, flavy barla & susie wolff

; once i claim my territory, i get territorial

(a/n) : omg one of my beautiful moots sent me a request asking who i thought got jealous the most and i could not resist!!!!! also added some of our lovely wags this time<3 also still including yuki + leaving the teams the same until next season starts just bc i want to. recommended playlist : territorial by kali uchis (the entire concept is based around this song) (teeheehee i luv kali sm), heartbeat by childish gambino, streets by doja cat, dark red by steve lacy, seek and destroy by sza, house of balloons/glass table girls by the weeknd, poison by brent faiyaz

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥

𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 - You get jealous easily with Max, and he loves it — the way your jaw tightens when someone laughs a little too hard at his joke, the way your hand slips possessively into his. “You gonna keep glaring at her or kiss me?” he murmurs, amused, eyes dark with satisfaction. But the rare times Max gets jealous, it’s intense — like when a driver's arm lingers around your waist for half a second too long after a hug and Max immediately steps in, hand firm on your back. Later, when you tease him about it, he smirks. “Didn’t like it?” he asks, thumb brushing your hip. You swallow. “I didn’t say that.”

𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐚 - Yuki gets jealous more often, but it’s quieter — a flicker of doubt behind his eyes when someone compliments you a little too enthusiastically. He shrugs it off at first, joking, but later he admits, “Sometimes I don’t get why you’re with me.” You stop him immediately, cupping his face, forcing him to look at you. “Because I want you, Yuki. Not anyone else.” His shoulders relax, relief washing over him, and he lets out a small laugh. “You always say that.” You smile softly. “And I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬

𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 - Neither of you really get jealous, but sometimes you pretend to — like when a reporter flirts a bit too openly and you cross your arms dramatically. “Oh?” George says, fighting a grin. “Am I in trouble?” You roll your eyes. “Maybe.” He doesn’t even bother defending himself, just steps closer, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, then another to your cheek. “Still mad?” he asks, smiling against your skin. You sigh, already melting. “You’re impossible, Russell.” He laughs. “And you love it.”

𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 - Kimi is completely oblivious when girls flirt with him — smiling politely, answering questions, not realizing what’s happening until you step in beside him. You slide your arm through his and smile sweetly at the girl. “He’s taken,” you say calmly. Kimi blinks, then looks down at you, lips twitching. “Amore,” he murmurs, amused, “you didn’t have to scare her.” You raise a brow. “You didn’t notice.” He shrugs, kissing your temple. “Why would I look when I already have you, mia bella?” And you both know — he only ever has eyes for you.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐦𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 - Oscar almost never gets jealous, so when you run into your ex in the paddock — now an engineer — it takes you a second to notice the shift. Oscar’s arm slides around your waist, calm and steady, but his jaw tightens just slightly as the conversation stretches on. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t raise his voice — just leans in and says, “Ready to go, love?” in that even tone of his. Your ex excuses himself quickly, and Oscar doesn’t say a word until you’re alone. “Didn’t love that,” he admits quietly, eyes steady on yours. You tease him, smiling. “Jealous?” He exhales through his nose. “Maybe. Don't get used to it, pretty," But his hand stays firm on your hip the rest of the day.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 - You and Lando are usually unshakable, teasing without a trace of jealousy. But when a girl at the club presses in too close, hand lingering on his arm, something sharp flares in your chest. You step in smoothly, fingers curling around Lando’s collar as you murmur, “He’s not interested.” Lando blinks, then grins — slow, dangerous, clearly enjoying this far too much. He lets you pull him closer, hands immediately finding your waist. “Didn’t know you had that in you,” he laughs into your ear. You shoot him a look. “Don’t.” He kisses your neck, voice low. “God, you’re so hot when you do that.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫 - Isack is already halfway jealous before the guy at the gym even opens his mouth. You’re mid set when someone comments a little too confidently, and Isack immediately straightens, towel draped over his shoulders like a challenge. He steps closer to you, hand settling at your lower back, eyes sharp. “She’s busy,” he says coolly. You bite back a smile, finishing your reps before teasing, “You know I can handle myself, right?” He smirks, eyes dark, leaning in. “I know,” he murmurs. “Doesn’t mean I’ll let them try.” You laugh softly, heart warm. “You’re ridiculous.” He kisses your temple. “Later,” he says quietly, “I’ll remind you why you’re mine.”

𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 - You never get jealous — ever — which is why the reporter flirting blatantly with Liam right in front of you feels less like insecurity and more like disrespect. She laughs too loudly, touches his arm, and you step in without missing a beat. “We done here?” you ask sweetly, eyes never leaving hers. Liam’s lips twitch, barely holding back a grin. The reporter stumbles through an excuse and leaves, and Liam turns to you, openly amused. “That was impressive,” he says. You shrug. “I don’t play.” He pulls you in by the waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love watching you handle things,” he admits. “It's cute.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢 

𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 - Lewis almost never gets jealous — he’s too secure, too self assured for that — so when someone’s attention lingers on you a second too long, you barely notice it. He does. There’s no reaction in public, no interruption, just a calm hand at your lower back and a quiet, “It's getting a bit late. You ready, doll?” later than usual. It’s only once you’re alone that he finally speaks, voice low, controlled. “Didn't appreciate his eyes all over you,” he murmurs, eyes steady on yours. You smile, amused. “Oh? Didn't notice.” He steps closer, presence overwhelming without effort. “'M sure you didn't, love,” he says softly — and that night, he reminds you why you will always be his.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 - You and Charles are solid — secure, playful, unbothered — until date night takes a turn when the waitress starts leaning a little too close. Her compliments linger, her smile a little too practiced, and Charles looks to you, already amused, already knowing. You meet her eyes calmly and say, “We’re fine, thank you,” with a smile that isn’t actually kind. Charles bites his lip to keep from laughing. When she leaves, you turn to him, tilting your head. “You’re in trouble later,” you say, winking. He grins, leaning across the table. “I’ll gladly accept my punishment.” His knee nudges yours. “Worth it.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 - Pierre doesn’t really do jealousy — it just doesn’t stick to him — but Franco talking to you? That’s different. He watches from across the room as Franco laughs too loud, leans a bit too close, and Pierre casually walks over, slipping an arm around your waist. “Hey,” he says easily, kissing your temple like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You smile, leaning into him, and Franco immediately gets the message. Later, you tease Pierre. “You jealous?” He shrugs, smirking. “Not jealous.” He squeezes your waist. “Just reminding him.”

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 - You’ve always known Franco flirts — it’s practically a reflex — and you don’t mind because you know exactly who he comes home with. But when a girl takes it too far, assuming things she absolutely shouldn’t, you step in without hesitation. “¿Estás loca o qué?” you snap, eyes sharp, putting her firmly in her place. Franco watches the entire thing with a slow, delighted smirk, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself. When she leaves, he leans down, voice teasing. “¿Vas a castigarme, mami?” You roll your eyes, pushing his chest lightly. “You’re unbelievable.” He laughs softly. “But you love me.” And you already know exactly how you’ll handle him later.

(¿Estás loca o qué? = Are you crazy or what? + ¿Vas a castigarme, mami? = Are you going to punish me? )

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 - Carlos is incredibly secure — he knows he’s attractive, knows people look, but he also knows his heart has been yours for a long time. He notices immediately when you get riled up, eyes sharp as someone flirts a little too openly with him. Instead of stopping it, he lets it play out for a moment, watching you with clear amusement. Later, though, when you’re alone, his tone softens completely. “Hey,” he says quietly, hands warm on your waist. “You okay, amor?” You shrug, suddenly less fiery. He tilts your chin up, eyes sincere. “I don’t want anyone else. Ever.” And he spends the rest of the night making sure you feel loved, chosen, and completely secure in that truth.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧 - Alex is calm to a fault, so when jealousy hits him, it comes out… oddly. He gets quieter, a little more clingy without realizing it, hovering just a bit too close. You catch on immediately, smiling. “Are you jealous?” you tease. He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish. “Maybe?” You laugh softly, pulling him into a hug, kissing his cheek. “You’re adorable,” you murmur. He relaxes instantly, arms wrapping around you, relief written all over his face. “I just really love you,” he admits. You grin. “Good. I really love you too.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐬 

𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 - Ollie’s usually all energy and smiles, so when he goes quiet after seeing you talking with Kimi, it’s impossible to miss. He doesn’t say anything — just sticks close, laugh softer, eyes thoughtful the rest of the day. That night in the hotel, he finally breaks. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, sitting beside you. “I didn’t mean to shut down. I just… got in my head.” You soften immediately, pulling him into your arms. “Hey,” you whisper. “You don’t lose me that easily.” He exhales, clinging to you like he needs the reassurance. “I know,” he murmurs. “I just need you.” And you give him all the affection he didn’t know how to ask for.

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐧 - You and Esteban are anchored, mature, deeply content — so when a girl at the club gets a little too handsy, you don’t explode. You just go quiet. Esteban notices instantly. Back at the hotel, he cups your face gently. “Mon cœur,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.” You admit it bothered you, even if you trust him completely. He nods, listening, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m yours,” he says simply. “Only you.” You relax into him, warmth spreading through your chest. “Je sais,” you whisper. He smiles, holding you close. “Toujours,” he promises.

(Je sais = I know, Toujours = Always)

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫 

𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨 - Gabi is usually carefree, laughing, teasing, completely unbothered — until he notices someone standing a little too close to you, voice low in a way that makes your shoulders tense. He’s at your side instantly, arms wrapping around your waist like it’s instinct, chin resting lightly on your shoulder. “Tudo bem?” he asks softly, eyes flicking to the guy with a polite but unmistakable warning. You relax immediately, leaning back into him. Later, you tease him for how fast he moved. He grins, unapologetic. “I don’t get jealous,” he says easily. “But I don’t let anyone make you uncomfortable either.” Then he presses a kiss to your neck, affectionate and sure, like that settles everything.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐡ü𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 - Nico never gets jealous — he’s far too secure for that — and he watches with quiet amusement when a woman flirts with him a little too confidently. He doesn’t encourage it, doesn’t shut it down either, just glances over at you, already knowing what’s coming. You step in smoothly, calm but firm, making it very clear who he belongs to. Nico has to bite back a smile. Later, he wraps an arm around you, murmuring, “You know I only see you, right?” You tilt your head. “I know.” He chuckles softly, kissing your temple. “Still,” he adds, clearly pleased, “I like when you're all riled up.”

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 - You and Daniel are so laid back it almost feels unshakeable — someone flirts, one of you laughs it off, and you both somehow end up back together without a word. His arm finds your waist, your hand slips into his, natural as breathing. But every once in a while, something sparks and you get fired up, eyes sharp, tone unmistakable. Daniel notices immediately and has to bite back a grin. “Oh,” he murmurs later, clearly entertained, “there she is.” You roll your eyes, still heated. He just pulls you in closer, voice warm and amused. “Relax, love. You’ve already reminded everyone that I am yours.” And he makes sure you know exactly how much he enjoys it.

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 - Jenson never tries to make you jealous — he doesn’t need to — but he knows the moment a woman approaches him, you’re already clocking it. You step in smoothly, hand sliding over his arm, voice calm but unmistakably possessive. Jenson watches it all with quiet satisfaction, eyes soft, lips curved in a knowing smile. Later, when you catch him looking particularly pleased, you raise a brow. “Enjoying yourself?” He hums. “Very much.” He leans in, voice low. “I love when you remind me where I belong.” And you do — thoroughly.

𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐥 - Sebastian is gentle, steady, always has been — and so are you — but sometimes insecurity sneaks in quietly. Especially when a younger man lingers a little too long, close to your age, smiling too easily. Sebastian doesn’t say anything right away, just grows quieter, thoughtful. You notice immediately, slipping your hand into his. “Hey,” you murmur later, forehead resting against his. “It’s always you.” He exhales, tension easing. “I know,” he says softly. “I just…” You smile, kissing his cheek. “Forever,” you whisper. He smiles back, relieved, holding you like he never plans to let go.

𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐫ä𝐢𝐤𝐤ö𝐧𝐞𝐧 - Kimi’s presence alone is usually enough — cold, quiet, unreadable — and no one dares flirt with you when he’s nearby. On the rare occasion someone tries, it doesn’t last long. A single look from Kimi, a low, clipped “She’s with me,” and the guy is already backing away. You glance up at him later, amused. “You didn’t have to do that.” Kimi shrugs. “He should’ve known.” His hand tightens briefly at your waist, grounding, possessive. “Mine.” And that’s the end of it.

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 - Nico knows exactly what he has — a stunning, younger wife — and he takes undeniable pride in it. When someone flirts with you, he watches calmly at first, almost amused, letting it happen just long enough. Then he steps in, arm sliding around your shoulders, smile polite but unmistakably territorial. “Sorry,” he says smoothly. “She’s taken.” Later, you tease him about it. “You like that, don’t you?” He chuckles, pulling you closer. “I like reminding everyone,” he murmurs, “that you chose me.” And he makes sure you never forget why that choice was mutual.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐬 

𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 - Toto has always been possessive of you — not in a suffocating way, but in a way that makes you feel deeply wanted, chosen every single day. At the charity gala, he notices it instantly: a man lingering too close, voice too smooth as he asks your name. Before you can answer, Toto steps in beside you, hand settling firmly at your lower back. “Mrs. Wolff is her name." The man blinks, nods quickly, and retreats without another word. You look up at Toto, amused, eyes warm. “That was smooth,” you murmur, kissing his cheek. Toto smirks, leaning down to your ear. “I don’t share,” he says simply. And the way he holds you afterward makes sure you never doubt how much he means it.

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬 - James is aware of the age gap more than he lets on — usually confident, steady — but something about seeing you and Carlos talking closely unsettles him. He excuses himself quietly, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s gone. You find him later in his office, standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back. “You disappeared,” you say softly. He turns, hesitating. “I just… needed a moment.” You cross the room immediately, taking his hands. “James,” you murmur, “there is no one else.” His shoulders ease as you speak, your words slow and deliberate. “I chose you. Every day.” He exhales, forehead resting against yours. “I know,” he says quietly. “I just needed to hear it.” You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Anytime.”

𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 - Laurent has always been calm, composed — proud to have you at his side, his brilliant, younger wife — and you are equally proud to be his. But when a woman near your age starts flirting a little too openly, something stirs inside of you. You approach smoothly, slipping beside Laurent, letting the light catch your ring as you rest your hand on his arm. “Mon mari,” you say sweetly, smiling just enough. The message lands immediately, and the girl excuses herself. Laurent watches her go, then looks at you with an amused glint in his eye. “Jalouse?” he asks softly. You lift your chin. “A little.” He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Ma chérie,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “you wear it beautifully.” And the way he holds your hand the rest of the night tells everyone exactly who he belongs to.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐳 - Lily is quiet, reserved, and a little shy, so when girls approach you, you feel her tension immediately. She doesn’t say anything at first — just stays close, fingers lightly hooking into your sleeve. You smile and smoothly loop an arm around her waist. “This is my girlfriend, Lily,” you say warmly. Lily’s cheeks pink instantly, but her shoulders relax, eyes softening as she smiles shyly. Later, she murmurs, “You didn’t have to do that.” You kiss her forehead. “I like to show you off, my love.” She squeezes your hand, insecurity completely gone.

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐡𝐞 - Neither of you are the jealous type — you’re secure, playful, proud of each other — but after her tournament, you notice a girl lingering a little too close, hand resting on Lily’s arm. You step in casually, smiling. “Ready, pretty?” Lily glances at you, instantly clocking the tone. She smirks, nodding. “Yeah,” she says easily, then leans in and kisses you without hesitation. The girl freezes, then steps away. Lily laughs softly once you’re alone. “You’re cute when you do that.” You grin. “Back at you.”

𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 - Kelly has always been protective — never jealous, just deeply aware of your comfort. When a guy at the club tries to pull you onto the dance floor and you stiffen, Kelly is there immediately. She kisses you quickly, confidently, hands firm at your hips, unmistakable. The guy backs off instantly. Kelly leans in, voice low. “You okay?” You nod, heart racing. She smiles, brushing your hair back. “Good.” The rest of the night, she stays close, grounding, possessive in the way that makes you feel completely safe.

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐱 - Alexandra is magnetic — people are always drawn to her — and you try to hide your jealousy when someone approaches, clinging just a little closer. She notices every time. With a polite smile, she waves them off. “Pardon,” she says softly. Then she turns to you, amused. “Mon amour,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb over your hand, “you get adorable when you’re jealous.” You scoff. “I’m not jealous.” She laughs quietly, kissing your cheek. “Bien sûr.” And she doesn’t let anyone interrupt you again.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭 - You and Carmen are so clearly each other’s that jealousy almost never exists. The way you stand together, touch casually, laugh easily — everyone knows. And if someone doesn’t? You make it clear. Carmen slips an arm around your waist, smiling sweetly. “This is my partner,” she says. You squeeze her hand. There’s no tension, no insecurity — just confidence and mutual devotion.

𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 - Kika is breathtaking — everyone wants her — but she’s hopelessly obsessed with you. When someone approaches her, she lights up immediately. “My girlfriend is amazing,” she says without missing a beat. “She’s right there.” She drags you into the conversation proudly, arm tight around you. Later, you tease her. “You don’t even hesitate.” She laughs, kissing your cheek. “Why would I?” she asks. “You’re mine.”

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧 - Rebecca loves deeply — intensely — and jealousy slips out even when she tries to hide it. When someone flirts with you, she makes a sharp comment under her breath, eyes narrowed. You laugh softly, leaning into her. “What am I going to do with you?” you tease. She exhales, wrapping her arms around you. “I just don’t like sharing,” she mutters. You kiss her cheek. “Good thing you don’t have to.” She relaxes instantly, holding you like that’s all she ever wants.

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚 - Flavy is pure sweetness — she often mistakes flirting for friendliness, smiling politely until she’s clearly overwhelmed. You step in gently, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “Hi,” you say warmly. “I’m her girlfriend.” The message lands immediately, and the person excuses themselves. Flavy exhales in relief, turning to you. “Thank you,” she murmurs, before showering you with soft kisses. “I didn’t know how to leave.” You smile, holding her close. “That’s what I’m here for.”

𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟 - Susie genuinely believes you’re extraordinary — and she understands exactly why people are drawn to you. She’s never threatened, only proud. She introduces you everywhere with a warm smile. “This is my wife.” Her hand squeezes yours, eyes shining. Later, she murmurs, “I love showing you off.” You laugh softly. “You don’t mind?” She shakes her head, kissing your knuckles. “Never,” she says. “You chose me.” And that’s all that matters.

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[s-awturn]

Daddy's Wishes || F1 Dilfs

cw: obscenity, age gap, swearing, suggestive content, mention of cute kids, a little possessiveness, p in v, eating p-, brat behavior, choking, dry humping, and a little more smut.

a/n: I'm dusting off the dust that has accumulated on my profile this all time. I had an open request, but it got lost while I was writing (bad time to update, Tumblr, but I will rewrite it, don't panic).

starring: Toto Wolff, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, Mark Webber, Kimi Raikkonen.

TOTO WOLFF:

He was filthy, dirty as fuck, but he couldn't stop the dirty thoughts every time he saw Jack's lovely teacher when he went to pick his son up from school. Y/N was sweet, kind, and damn, so hot. Toto couldn't help but imagine her pretty — and lip-glossy — mouth wrapped around his cock as he fucked her throat, he wanted so much to see those beautiful eyes watering with each strong thrust into her mouth.

How many handjobs has he had since he met the young teacher? He lost count.

Jack always finished last, Toto was late almost every time, and the boy helped Y/N organize the room — not that the boy was looking forward to getting another chocolate chip cookie as a reward. And that was a huge benefit for Toto, after all he had all her attention for himself, he knew that since Y/N started working at the school, the number of parents at school meetings and at the school gate increased considerably. All to see the young teacher in her summer dresses and ribbon in her hair.

And it was with the satin of her bow that Toto tied her wrists while he thrust deeper and deeper into her pussy, listening to the needy and sweet moans of the young teacher. Wolff gripped her thighs tightly, leaving his fingerprints on the soft skin, just as he had done with his teeth; her marks would be exposed to anyone when Y/N wore one of her summer dresses, everyone would know she belonged to him.

“So sweet, baby,” he said, trailing kisses down the curve of her breasts, loving how she whimpered even more. “Taking me in so well, my pretty little girl, fuck.”

“T-Toto!” she exclaimed, grabbing the tape around her wrists, trying to get something to hold on to. Her teary eyes rolled back in their sockets. “Please, p-please, Toto!” he begged.

He nibbled on her chin, bringing his thumb to the teacher's swollen clit, making her whimper even more, grinding on Toto's cock eagerly. "What do you want, prinzessin?”

And to tease, Toto slowed down his pace, making sure Y/N could feel every inch going in and out of her, every pulsing vein of his cock.

Her tears finally subsided “L-Let me c-cum... P-Please” Y/N licked her dry lips, pushing her hips against Toto, loving the way he filled her completely.

“Good girl” and with that, he moved away a little to put her legs over his shoulders, feeling himself deeper and deeper inside her, growling each time the soft walls clenched around his cock in pure ecstasy. Y/N licked her dry lips, tightening her grip around Toto, feeling the orgasm tighten her belly and make the hairs all over her body stand on end. “That’s right, love... Cum for me, hmm? Just the way you like it...” he bit her calf.

“It-It’s too much, T-Toto!” she said between moans. “Too much!”

“You can handle it, baby, cum for me”

And like an explosion, her voice was lost in a moan and she came, contracting harder around Toto, bringing him to his own orgasm as well.

“All mine, only mine,” he said, groaning hoarsely as he thrust slowly against her, prolonging even more the sensation of pleasure that was fading through both of their bodies.

He released her wrists, massaging the scarred skin, trying to keep her from feeling the pain. She sighed in pain and he kissed the irritated skin.

“Shh, it’s okay love, I’ll take care of you.. you can rest, baby.” He kissed her forehead, carrying her to the bathroom.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

Upon retirement, all he wanted was some peace and quiet in a small, hidden town in the German countryside; with no more worries than taking care of his bees, feed some chickens and make sure no broken tiles fell on her young neighbor's head.

If there was one thing Sebastian wasn't expecting when he moved to the country, it was a clumsy, completely unfiltered twenty-something girl to fill his days. The first time they met, Y/N was on top of a tractor older than time, wearing a Mercedes cap (which he found heresy, so what if he was German himself? It was still heresy!). Y/N waved at him, and Sebastian was grateful that she didn't act like a groupie, he loved his fans, however, the more anonymous he was, the better. That same night, Y/N brought him a basket of strawberries, along with a beautiful smile.

It wasn't long before they became friends and Sebastian was patching things up in her house, a leaky roof, a loose wooden board, a dripping faucet... And Y/N thanked them with food from her homeland and drinks of dubious character and questionable appearance.

“You look good for someone your age, Seb,” she said between glasses of wine. She wasn’t drunk, but she was far from completely sober either.

“What are you insinuating, Puppe?” he asked, trying to stop her from refilling his glass, but Y/N was a stubborn little thing.

“For an old man your age, you look really good,” she said, she really said. Sebastian accepted that she was a Mercedes fan, accepted that she always took one of his beers, or that she loved to say that German football died after 2014. But that was too much. Maybe it was the wine, or the desire he spent weeks (very fucked up ones, by the way) internalizing because he didn't want Y/N to think he was a pervert.

But apparently it was time for him to teach that petulant brat some manners.

And that's how Y/N had her neck wrapped around the pilot's firm hand and her sports shorts were rolled up around her ankles while Sebastian distributed burning slaps on her ass and pussy.

She writhed between moans, pleas and sobs. She couldn't tell if she wanted him to stop, to fuck her or to keep going, for God's sake, she was drooling so shamefully.

“I fucking dare you! Say it again,” he growled, thrusting two fingers into her, enjoying her tightness around his fingers. “Where’s your nerve, brat?”

“Seb, fuck-!” she stuttered, digging her nails into his thighs, a husky moan escaping her as she felt his thumb slide across her clit. “Sorry, sorry!”

“Sorry for what?” he knocked again, loving to hear her little moans.

“For saying you’re old!” she cried, trying to push her hips against his hand, but Sebastian held her back. “Even if it’s the damn truth!”

“Fucking girl, I think we need to keep that smart mouth busy,” and with that, Sebastian made her kneel in front of him and unzipped her. “Open your mouth, pretty girl”

FERNANDO ALONSO:

Y/N was Lawrence's niece and was in her final year of mechanical engineering at MIT, the girl was a genius and was slowly gaining her space within Aston Martin. Her stunning beauty was just a bonus. Y/N dedicated all her vacation days inside the team's garage, adjusting improvements with the team, checking the cars for defects or just being a girl passionate about Formula One. Fernando loved it when she would invade his office and ask him to tell her about the golden age of racing, or how she was the villain of absolutely every driver in the category; Y/N heard the same stories over and over and acted the same way every time: with fucking enthusiasm.

He nicknamed her the Keychain, since Y/N was always hanging from his flap — and he was far from complaining.

He knew, the guys envied him.

Okay, he was Fernando Fucking Alonso, but what the hell had a girl twenty years younger seen in him?

The answer was quite simple, to tell the truth.

“You need to be quiet, dulzura" He said, resting his index finger on her lips, as he slid his glans through the girl's soaked folds. "We don't want to get caught, do we?"

She shook her head, rolling her tongue around his finger, making Fernando grunt. Who would have thought that behind that nerdy face, full of technical jargon, there was a mind full of mischief?

“I’ll be quiet, Nano” and with that, she sucked her index finger “I promise”

“Muy bien, tesoro” He said and thrust himself into her, being greeted by the wet, tight heat of her pussy. Y/N whimpered, pushing herself against him. "Holy crap, bebé” The Spaniard grunted, “You’re still so fucking tight, love,” and he pressed his fingers into her hips, keeping her in place with each thrust.

“F-Fucking good, mhmm my God” she bit the back of her hand, stopping herself from moaning.

"Qué chica tan hermosa para mí..." (such a pretty girl for me) he moaned, capturing her lips in a dirty kiss, without stopping to hit his hips against hers, without stopping to hit the head of his cock in a delicate spot inside her, making the girl tremble with pure pleasure “I'm going to fuck you every day, until your beautiful pussy is shaped like my dick”

“Yes, yes, yes Nano” Y/N whispered with a lost mind “please”

“Todo para mi chica perfecta”

JENSON BUTTON:

He hated her, that's all.

Jenson wasn't one for harboring bad feelings about people, but Y/N, the new FOX Sports journalist, managed to bring out the worst in him. She was a shrew, horrible, irritating, and beautiful like nothing else could be. And this last fact increased Jenson's resentment towards her even more.

Because for him, it was unacceptable that someone as beautiful as her could be as bad as the serpent of Eden. The devil really is in the details, he assumed.

He had a good race, he got the highest place on the podium, even though the car left something to be desired in the first and second sectors. Jenson pushed the car beyond the limit and managed to win, it was commendable, but he knew that this wouldn't impress Y/N's untamed little vixen. Oh God, he really hated her, while Y/N took real pleasure in making him mad. A witch, indeed.

The interview was full of discreet barbs and disguised insults, pushing the journalist and pilot to the limit of their patience.

Jenson pushed her against the warm wall of a random motorhome, he didn't care which team it was, he wanted to make that little journalist swallow every insult. In any way.

He gritted his teeth, he wanted to say something, to provoke her anger too, but the bitch was good at what she did and damn, he had never received such a good blowjob.

Y/N tightened her throat around him, making Jenson moan muffledly and push her head further, suffocating her with his cock, Y/N's makeup was smeared, There were burgundy lipstick stains on his groin and her hair was a mess. The pilot took a deep breath and in a hoarse voice, provoked the journalist.

“Looks like that’s the only way to get you to shut up, witch.”

Y/N pulled away from his cock, breathing heavily as she licked her lips, swallowing every drop of his taste.

“You’re the one who’s weak and hasn’t found another way” he gave a cynical smile, which hit him right in the face “but don’t worry, Button, this way is without a doubt, my favorite” and with that said, she pressed a kiss to the fat, red glans, moaning at Jenson's sigh.

“Fucking brat”

“Bitch,” she said and went back to swallowing every inch of Jenson’s huge erection. He still hated her, but much less now.

MARK WEBBER:

He was fucked in every way, and beyond repair. Sebastian would stick a rusty knife in his liver if he knew, well, if he knew, of course. Y/N Vettel was the devil, sent specifically to get Mark into trouble. For a long time — with a lot of effort — Mark managed to keep his hands off his teammate's sister.

But as said before, Y/N was the devil and thought Mark should be in a more interesting place: her bed.

He spent years pretending not to see her intentions, especially since she was still a teenager with fetishes about her brother's friend, and Mark would never get involved with a teenager. But Y/N grew up, maturity came like a punch, for the pilot at least, she was no longer a little girl with braces and a frilly skirt. She had become a beautiful woman and looked like a lioness on the hunt.

Mark was her prey.

“You know what’s going to happen here, little Vettel,” he said, trying to avoid dirty thoughts about his friend’s sister, trying to see the little girl who was still tongue-tied and stuttering in front of him. Y/N smiled, when did that pimply girl become such a hottie? Mark could barely think, especially as his eyes traced the soft curve of her neck and chest.

Shit, he was so fucked up.

But if you were already in hell, then dance with the devil. He held her neck as he held her in place, Y/N moaned loudly, pushing her ass up against him even more, Mark grunted hoarsely with each squeeze she gave his cock, Y/N looked over her shoulder at him, smiling through her tears of lust.

“H-Harder, please,” she whimpered, grinding against him and moaning loudly at the slap that slapped her ass. He slowed down on purpose “M-Mark, fuck.”

He pulled her until she was on her knees, with her back resting on his chest and nibbled on the back of her neck “Dirty girl, what would your brother say if he saw you moaning like that on my cock?”

Y/N whimpered, he was moving in and out so slowly that she could feel the swollen veins on his erection, or the bulbous tip stretching her. His slowness was desperate, but so, so good that she wanted to stay there forever.

He cursed his own slowness, Y/N squeezing him like a fist, taking everything in him not to cum like a stupid virgin. Mark sped up his thrusts, loving Y/N's relieved moans and let the girl fall back onto the bed, with her ass in the air and her face on the mattress.

That was the vision of heaven, damn it.

KIMI RAIKKONEN:

The context was simple: he had separated a few months ago and Y/N was the nanny for his children. Y/N was adorable and her kids loved her unconditionally, Kimi trusted her enough to travel for work for long days and keep the kids with her. At that point in the game, Y/N wasn't just the nanny, she was already part of the family; she had her own room in every house Kimi owned, traveled with the pilot and his children — even when he didn't need to — and enjoyed many other privileges that other employees didn't have.

Kimi couldn't say exactly when he started to notice Y/N differently, maybe it was the neediness, since he had been alone for almost a year. Maybe it was the way she kept saying ‘Mr. Raikkonen’ even when he insisted on ending the formalities. Kimi was being hypocritical, he knew exactly when his little obsession with his children's nanny began.

He was returning from a business trip, he could have retired from racing, but he hated being idle. It was the middle of the night and the house was silent except for the soft sound of a cell phone ringing upstairs — Y/N's room was on the main floor, so the girl had full access to the children. Kimi went upstairs, listening to the melancholic beat of Lana Del Rey, he hated indie music, but he had memorized a large part of the singer's repertoire because of Y/N. The door was open and he saw in the reflection of the mirror, Y/N wearing nothing but silk pajamas as she spread moisturizer on her skin; Kimi was a visual man, few things were more attractive than a woman spreading moisturizer on her body.

He didn't want Y/N to catch him spying, much less for her to pull him into the room and lock the door. Nor did she kiss him, in a shy way, until Kimi realized what was happening and finally reacted, grabbing her body as if Y/N was going to disappear at any moment, he kissed her furiously, with a desire he didn't even know existed. He kissed her until he lost his way and ended up ripping her delicate pajamas, dropping the fragile silk on the floor.

She gripped the bedclothes, arching her body as she felt her strength drain away with each time his tongue hit her clit. She tried to stop, tried to push him away, but Kimi grabbed her hips, wanting her to keep grinding her pussy against his mouth.

“Sr. R-Raikkonen” Y/N gasped, her voice trailing off into a moan, she whimpered as Kimi's tongue pressed against the swollen, sensitive bud. She would cum in a few seconds, she had no more strength, the knot in her stomach was tightening more and more. Kimi didn't seem satisfied with having made her cum in a few minutes. He wanted more.

Y/N's moans mixed with the melody of Diet Mountain Dew, creating an erotic, intimate and secret atmosphere.

“Don’t stop, nukke,” he ordered, moving as little away from her as possible, making Y/N shiver with the hot air that escaped his mouth. “Keep fucking my face, kaunis" (pretty)

“I-I can’t take it any m-anymore, Mr. Raikkonen,” she stammered weakly, her hips moving to Kimi’s will. “P-Ple-” her body gave in to yet another violent orgasm, to the point of taking away her remaining strength and knocking her to the ground. Gently, Kimi laid her down on the carpet, letting her calm down and recover.

“Are you tired, nukke?” Kimi asked as she took off his clothes, gazing at Y/N's appreciative gaze on her body, she was lying on her stomach, panting, full and shiny with sweat, a fucking sight.

“Not at all, Mr. Raikkonen,” she said in a low tone.

“Keep calling me Mr. Raikkonen and we’ll take this here until you have mercy, kaunis”

“I thought you’d never get the hint, Mr. Raikkonen,” she says, swaying her hips provocatively.

“Naughty,” he snapped, smacking the side of her ass with a stinging smack.

gif credits: lewisthot, pierregasly, suzuki-ecstar, machinecreature, its-avalon-08, blueballsracing.

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[thatguywrites]

Heyy can you write about Nico hulkenberg, Kimi Raikkonen, mark Webber and Fernando Alonso x a very shy male reader?

DILFs x Shy!Male!Reader

Hulkenberg, Raikkonen, Alonso, Webber

Nico Hulkenberg

Nico loves cuddling with you in his house, or his hotel rooms

Whenever he has a break in his schedule he pulls you aside to hide in his motorhome

Sauber/Audi's team are completely used to you being curled up in random spots in their hospitality

They leave you alone, and fend off reporters or nosy celebrities/fans on Nico's request

Nico records audiobooks for you to listen to while he's busy with media duties and interviews

He oushes for you to be friends with the other Wags/Habs so that you're not always on your own, and you end up pretty close with Lily Zneimer

Kimi Raikkonen

Kimi is more than happy to ignore the world with you

Whether that entails blissfully ignoring the world in the middle of the F1 paddock, or hiding out in his remote Finnish cabin for a month, he's happy either way

You two are always absorbed into each other, of course you have your close friends, but they're no replacement for each other

If someone approaches you and catches you off guard, and makes you uncomfortable, he glowers at them behind you like the most loyal scary guard dog

People know not to mess with you

Sebastian and Fernando manage to get close with you

Also known as Kimi allows them around you

They know not to be pushy, or else they'll have their you privileges revoked

Fernando Alonso

You two are the judgiest people in the paddock

He loves teasing you about how you blush and hide away whenever he flirts with you

But the moment anyone else flirts with you, or possibly makes you uncomfortable, he's fighting back like hell

He tasks all the Spanish Wags to look after you when he's gone

Carmen, Carola, Alex, and Rebecca are your personal guard dogs

Rebecca's not even Spanish/Mexican, but her boyfriend is close enough

You always accompany him to award ceremonies, and he, in turn, goes to your boring work events, becoming the life of the party, while you watch on in amusement

Mark Webber

You're Mark's shadow that follows him everywhere

Although he does the talking, he loves having you at his side, holding your hand, and playing with your fingers to keep him grounded

Whenever he travels to other countries to support the athletes he manages, you guys are always on silent facetimes, with you in bed or at work, and him in his hotel or at some paddock

You have matching rings that he always is seen playing with in public

People ask about you a lot but he always declines to answer, not because he wants to keep you a secret, but because he wants you to stay comfortable with him

Going out on dates to private cafes in little crooks in random towns is the most precious thing in the world to him, he would to nothing to jeopardize that

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[bestalbertcamuslover]

Step Son

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Sebastian had been an incredible stepdad to Philip, her son from a previous marriage. He had embraced the role wholeheartedly, nurturing Philip with patience and love. But as they prepared to welcome their first child together, they both knew the transition would not be without challenges. Beyond the usual sibling rivalry, there was a deeper concern that Philip might feel displaced.

When their baby boy was born—a striking resemblance to Sebastian with his bright eyes and soft, golden curls—it became clear that Philip’s unease ran deeper than simple jealousy. The shift in attention was hard to miss, and the stark contrast between Philip and his new baby brother only seemed to widen the gap, leaving Philip feeling more like an outsider in his own family.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the living room windows, casting a warm glow on the cozy space. She sat on the couch with the baby nestled in her arms, his tiny fingers curling around hers as he gurgled softly. Sebastian was next to her, leaning in to tickle the baby’s chin, eliciting a string of delighted coos.

Across the room, Philip sat cross-legged on the floor, his toy cars neatly arranged in a race track pattern he had built. He pushed one along, making soft engine sounds under his breath. From the outside, he looked peaceful, focused. But every so often, his eyes darted toward the couch.

She caught one of his glances and smiled at him, but Philip quickly turned back to his toys. There was something hesitant in his movements, the usual exuberance missing. Yet, she knew it could be simple sibling jealousy.

Sebastian leaned closer to her, brushing his hand against the baby’s soft hair. “He’s getting so big already,” Seb murmured, his voice full of wonder.

She nodded, adjusting the baby in her arms. “He’s growing too fast. I feel like I blinked, and he’s already two months old.”

Philip’s hand stilled on the toy car. He didn’t look up, but his shoulders stiffened slightly, and he was feeling an emotion he could not quite place. 

A few quiet moments passed, the baby babbling happily as Seb made faces at him. Suddenly, Philip stood up. He did not say a word, just walked out of the living room and headed toward his bedroom.

Sebastian’s smile faltered as he followed Philip’s retreat with his eyes. She sighed softly, her gaze lingering on the doorway.

“Did you see that?” she asked quietly.

Seb nodded, concern flickering across his face. “I’ll go talk to him.”

He knocked softly on Philip’s bedroom door. “Hey, champ, can I come in?”

There was a pause before a quiet, “Okay.”

Seb opened the door to find Philip sitting on the floor, his toy cars scattered in front of him. He was moving one halfheartedly across the carpet, but his usual enthusiasm was missing.

Seb walked in and sat cross-legged a little way from him, careful not to disturb the cars. “What’s going on, buddy? You ran off pretty quickly.”

Philip kept his eyes on the car in his hand, pushing it slowly back and forth. “Nothing,” he said, but his voice was small.

Seb tilted his head, watching him. “Doesn’t sound like nothing. Want to talk about it?”

Philip stopped moving the car and glanced up at him. “You like him more,” he said quietly, his voice filled with subtle hurt.

Seb blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

Philip hesitated, frowning a little. “You hold him all the time… and he looks like you.” His voice wavered slightly, innocent but filled with uncertainty.

Sebastian’s heart ached at the words. He scooted closer, careful not to crowd him. “Oh, buddy. Come here,” he said, reaching out his arms.

Philip hesitated for just a second before crawling into Seb’s lap, leaning against him. Seb wrapped his arms around him tightly.

“I do hold the baby a lot, don’t I?” Seb said gently. “That’s because he’s really little right now and needs a lot of help. But that doesn’t mean I like him more than you.”

Philip fiddled with the hem of Seb’s shirt. “But he’s your baby. He looks like you.”

Seb smiled softly, resting his chin on Philip’s hair. “He does look a little like me, yeah. But you know what? That doesn’t really matter, buddy. You’ve been my boy ever since I met you. You were just a little smaller then, but you were already so awesome.”

Philip tilted his head to look up at him, his brow furrowed. “Really?”

“Really,” Seb said firmly. “You’re funny and smart. And I love you more than anything. That’s never going to change, no matter how many babies are around.”

Philip’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Really?”

Seb nodded intently, a gentle smile on his lips.

Philip leaned his head against Seb’s chest again, seeming to relax. “Okay. I just… I thought maybe you liked him more because you smile a lot when you look at him.”

Seb kissed the top of his head. “I smile when I look at you too, you know. And do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you make me really, really happy,” Seb said, his voice warm.

Philip giggled softly, the tension melting away. “I make cool car sounds too.”

“You do,” Seb agreed with a grin. “Way cooler than the baby’s. All he does is cry and burp,” he added, trying to make the little kid laugh.

Philip giggled harder at that. “Yeah, he’s not very good at playing yet.”

“Nope. Not like you,” Seb said, giving him a little squeeze. “You know what’s the coolest part about having a little brother?”

“What?” Philip asked, curious, as he had not seen any positive changes since the baby was born, only less attention to him.

“That you get to be the big brother, and you can show him—well, when he’s older—how to play, how to make those cool sounds,” Seb explained, his voice warm and encouraging.

Philip tilted his head, considering this. “You mean, like, teach him stuff?”

“Exactly,” Seb said with a nod. “You’ll be his hero, Philip. He’ll look up to you and want to do everything you do. And trust me, you’ve got some pretty awesome tricks to show him.”

Philip’s small fingers fidgeted with the car in his hand, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Like how I make the cars jump off the couch?”

Seb chuckled. “Maybe not the jumping off the couch part—your mom might not love that. But all the other stuff, yeah. You’re going to be the best teacher ever.”

Philip’s lips curled into a shy smile, the idea clearly starting to grow on him. “Do you think he’ll like cars as much as me?”

“I bet he will,” Seb said confidently. “Especially if you’re the one teaching him. And even if he doesn’t, that’s okay too. You can show him other cool things you love.”

Philip nodded, his smile widening. “Maybe I can teach him to color, too. I’m really good at coloring.”

Seb grinned. “See? You’re already planning it out. He’s lucky to have you, you know.”

Philip’s chest puffed out just a little, pride seeping in. “Okay. I guess being a big brother could be kind of fun.”

“It’ll be the best,” Seb said, ruffling Philip’s hair. “And hey, whenever you feel like I’m not paying enough attention to you, you just tell me, okay? Because you’re just as important to me as the baby is. Always.”

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language, and I hope you liked it <3

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goats on scooters

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please play this at my funeral nonstop

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Lovers to coworkers - Jenson Button x reader

wc: 1.7k

"I have a job for you." Jenson says to you when walking into your shared apartment.

"I am employed, honey. Even though I wish this deadline from my publisher wasn't real, it is. Just like the fact that your lovely girlfriend is a romance writer.". You knew how he felt about what you do for a living. It was an icebreaker during your first date, and when you made him laugh so hard, he did a spit take at your first commissions, you knew he was the one. Thankfully for you, the writing you did had evolved much since your "man gets turned into underwear for his ex-girlfriend" days in college. It was insane how you rationalized that 10 bucks was 10 bucks.

Ever since then, you wrote like a machine. You were versatile, pitching different things to your agent. Poetry books, essay collections, general fiction, all of those were your favorites, Jenson's too. But what skyrocketed you to fame was the romance book you started writing after a drunken night with your boyfriend. You teased him about his "grid slut" days of the past. Asked him to tell you about it, warts and all. And he did, loving the way you crossed your legs as his stories of the past. He kept his hand between your legs as he told you about menages a trois in Monaco and public indecency in Italy.

Jenson fucked you raw that night for the first time and he'd been obsessed with you begging to be filled with his cum. He called you needy, greedy, desperately horny, his little slut. And as much as he tried to deny it, it wears him out. He likes slow things now. Eating you out for hours, orgasm after orgasm melting the time together. Having you stroke him as he's doing research. So when you whine and cum around him, he can't help it. Two more pumps and he's out like a light.

He wakes up hours later, thirst making his throat almost painfully sore. And you're still naked, aside from a pair of glasses, typing furiously on a laptop. He doesn't question it anymore but still tries to coax you into bed. You shoo him off, claiming something about "being in the zone" and continued writing.

You're particularly cagey about that one, but he can guess it has to do with F1 and specifically him. You ask about whether certain events would be accurate in a race. Learn all about his girlfriends passed and how they coped with his stardom. Finally, after months of pestering him, he gets an advanced reader's copy. It's a romance, and it's obvious that it's based on him. The female lead also has some similarities to you, which Jenson loves to tease you about. Both of you expect it to be normal. But social media gets wind of it.

The Booktok girlies were a force to be reckoned with. You should've known that, considering Mark and his controversially young girlfriend. Their "internet meetcute" was as cliche as one of your new plots. But the couple sure made good company on secret double dates. Nothing like beating the assumptions that you're sugar babies with a friend. So when she and the rest of the F1 romance community found your book, it was chaos. Thank God for pen names, because being Jenson's girlfriend on top of writing smut about him would be too much. But after your steamy work, everything shifted. Thanks to the feedback and sales, the book had become a sequel. Then a trilogy. Now, with a fourth one in the works, your partner was getting tired.

That's why, at the mention of your romance writing, he quickly bends you over his lap. He wastes no time in pulling your pants down, making your skin prickle.

"You know, you're bad for my PR, sweets. Do you think your fans have any respect for me?" He asks as he traces shapes on your bare ass. He's waiting to strike.

"Of course they do." You reply. You know the people reading your smut could be a little too into it. And you embrace it. Liking fanart, aesthetic moodboards, playlist. You have your own community and you love engaging with them. That's what sets you apart and partially gets the bills paid. More realistically, it's what helps you buy more books and also spoil Jenson's dog.

"Yeah, then why are they in my Instagram comments, all horny? Thought they weren't supposed to know that your protagonist is based on me." He wonders and smack, comes the first slap to your ass.

"I've built this image, you know." Another hit and he doesn't miss your moan at it.

"A book, almost 400 pages of my deepest, darkest secrets, so many hours of labor." Spanked again.

"17 years, that's almost a two decade career in F1, not to mention karting before and endurance after." Another strike, this time harder. Jenson ignores your pleas, just like he ignores the wetness of your cunt. That would have to wait.

"Took me years to shed the playboy image, so much effort to be serious and reliable on Sky Sports now. And you could potentially ruin it. We can't have that, now can we, sweets?" He asks and smacks you one last time. He drags his nails against the redness of your ass, making you feel the sting of his punishment. Which wasn't finished.

Jenson tells you to be a good girl and mount him, facing the other way. You love how he positions his mouth right against your ear.

"Let me tell you about the opening. It's an open kept secret, but they're letting go of Danica. Backlash from the fans and all that. So I figured, why not get a costar I actually get along with?"

"Jenson, I have no credentials. The public knows me as your girlfriend, it's gonna give nepo sugar baby." You say, trying to ignore your partner's hands on the cotton of your panties. You hate bringing up the age gap as well, but maybe it will remind him why this is a bad idea.

"First of all, everyone knows you're dating me for my looks and sex appeal, not my money. Second, you've been learning while researching your little smutty romances. You've seen every race this season and actually made some interesting points. Why not try it out?" He asks. He's stripping you, leaving your pussy completely exposed atop his jean covered crotch. You try to argue that you'd be a terrible pundit, purposefully using that word to piss him off.

"You'd be a fucking stellar commentator, love. And also a very pretty one, not that it matters." He says, gripping your waist.

"Let me prove it." He turns on the TV and opens the Sky Sports app. He puts on a random quali from this year and mutes it.

"Tell me what's happening and you get a reward." Jenson says and you can feel him unbutton his pants under you. You start with a general overview of the season, and when a camera pans to a certain driver you try to give a little tidbit of information. Your boyfriend adlibs with you, his tender voice becoming more clear and "TV like". Surprisingly, you can follow what he's saying. Even when he slaps the tip of his cock against your clit.

"Keep going, you're on air after all. Don't expect me to carry all of the conversation now." He whispers in your ear as you go silent. You try, providing some more fluff about the country and cheating by asking Jenson about his experience there. He responds by spreading you open and slamming into you in one thrust. Then he actually goes into detail about the track and some challenges.

"Talk the fans through Q1 and I'll move." He says as you squirm in his lap. Jenson's hands grip your hips, making you go still.

In order to "motivate" you, he places one hand on your nipple and the other on your clit. You try your best. You comment on tire choices, and purple sectors. You prompt him to fill your gaps. You even get heated as the time runs out, unsure who'd make it. As soon as you announce the 5 drivers that are out, Jenson moves. The short break between Q1 and Q2 is hell, with your boyfriend absolutely going feral.

"Aren't you so good to me, huh sweets. Taking me so well when I fuck into you. Being the perfect little cock sleeve. Don't get too excited now, we're just starting out." He says, just about as Q2 is about to begin. Then TV Jenson is back, he's talking like you two have an audience. You're too busy trying to get off, pussy clenching over him. As soon as he feels you do that, he pulls out, stopping right at the tip.

"Behave or we're stopping right now." He says and you delve into your observation about the qualifying session. Jense is a full on tease now, sinking you down on him slowly, giving it to you inch by inch. Then he's buried to the hilt and he stops. You relax into your commentator role, despite him throbbing inside of you. He won't let up, purposefully moving his body forward to see a technicality.

"Need glasses, Mr. Button? I know eyesight goes with age, but you're only 44. " You tease and are met with him spreading your legs even more and landing a slap square on your clit. You half moan, half announce the drivers who are out and your "career" is cut short. Jenson presses you flat against the glass coffee table, loving how your breasts are smushed against it. He wraps an arm against your waist and fucks you in earnest. Tip brushing your cervix earnest. Thighs shaking, toe curling earnest. Moans so loud they drown out the fact that he's still commentating earnest. As somebody takes pole position, Jenson makes you come and when the interviews come to a close, he's spilling his seed inside of you.

"You know, if you don't want me writing you like a whore, you should stop acting like one." You say. And even though he's getting soft, you're pulled to Jenson's thigh, smearing his cum over both of you. Round 2 is more predictable than the fact that you did not try for that open Sky Sports position. Because your slot with your boyfriend would have to be moved to after midnight.