okay i love the toto seb stuff ... sooo imagine being a mercedes driver and hooking up with seb secretly. after a bad race or quali or something, toto goes to visit you in your hotel room (he’s the boss and he just can?) and he catches seb with his hand down your pants. maybe he’s jealous? maybe he’s just very possessive over you. *hijinks ensue*
first of all - hooking up with Seb when you’re on le of his competitors is hot as fuck. I’m gonna need to revisit that one.
second of all - you’re going to kill me. I see your bad race and raise you a good one - you and Seb, too-tipsy on post-podium champagne, passing bottles back and forth as you try to discreetly make your way back to your hotel room. You get there, barely, and end up with your back against the mirrored door of the hotel closet just inside the doorway, pants shoved halfway down your thighs and team kit shirt rucked up to reveal a nipple that Seb’s mouth immediately seals around as his hands dip below the elastic of your panties.
“Winning turns you on?” His voice is muffled, slurred, wrapped with a grin of joy.
“Shut up,” you pant, burying a hand in his hair, tugging until he groans, “I saw your hard on through your race suit.”
He buries two fingers in your cunt and you gasp, arching into him despite the race-induced ache that’s settled deep in your bones. You know you should go to bed, get some rest before the next leg of this never-ending triple-header, but when Seb’s fingers thrust in and out in a slow, insistent rhythm, you convince yourself you’ll sleep better after a climax anyways.
You’ll blame it on the events of the day - the roar of the crowd, the scream of your engine - but it’s the chase of release and Seb’s mouth on your skin that dulls all of your other senses.
You don’t even realize the door’s been opened until it’s clicked closed.
Your body tenses and you panic, trying to hold your orgasm off. “Toto,” you gasp.
“Dont stop on my account,” Toto says, gesturing to where Seb’s hand has stilled in your pants. He looks to you, his eyes glinting with ire. You can almost see the steam coming from his ears - you’re positive if you could see it, it would be Aston Martin green. His gaze doesn’t leave yours as Seb tucks his head into your neck, chuckling. “We wondered where you went. I thought I would come check here first, seeing as you gave me a key and said I was welcome to stop by.”
Sebastian chuckles again and shifts his head, lips brushing your earlobe when he speaks loudly enough that Toto can hear. “You’re insatiable.”
You rise to your toes, hips rocking into Seb’s hand as you stare Toto down.
“You’ve earned it - you both have. But enjoy it while it lasts, love, cause that’s the only orgasm you’re getting until this triple-header is over.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. You drive better when you’re desperate for it. And Sebastian, you would do well to remember who’s engine you use each week if you even think about disobeying me.”
Seb shrugs, grinning when his fingers still buried in you brush a spot that have your eyes fluttering shut.
“Bossy,” you sigh, breath hitching when Seb settles his thumb over your clit, working in time with his fingers.
“Sweetheart,” Toto says, stepping closer to where you’re pushed up against the wall. His eyes are dark, hungry - predatory. “You have no idea.”