nico with back dimples and seb whos such a tease pulling out at the last minute to jerk himself off to completion and watch his cum pool in the dips of nicos back. nicos whining and subtly shaking his hips to entice him but sebs so mean he just pushes at nicos shoulders to further deepen the arch hes already in to watch his cum drip down and spill across nicos pretty tapered waist. the sights so lewd hes all geared up and pushes back in to pump another load inside of him (he barely lasts, nicos so strung up and tight and making these high pitched overstimulated moans that he busts after like 10 strokes lmao) imagine he gets back dermals ?? omg the possibilities and the teaaasseee having such a cunty piercing and only a select few knowing that he has them underneath the layers of fireproofs and overalls. computa make these two blondes makeout sloppy style !
Omfg yessss🤤 I love this idea
And I've been in a sico mood anyways recently so this came at the perfect time
I love the idea of Seb just randomly putting his hands on Nico's waist and pressing his thumbs into his dimples. Especially if Nico's a little sensitive there🤭 He might shiver a little, maybe even make a sound, before turning around to smack at Sebastian, who just grins and laughs, getting the exact reaction he was hoping for
Nico would get the piercings done without telling Sebastian about it, and when he least expects it he would turn around and do something like reach up to grab an item from the top shelf so that his shirt rides up. Sebastian would Windows blue screen immediately, almost drooling at the sight. He'd then start asking question after question, like when how why, to which Nico just goes "Idk what you're talking about"
I also love the idea of Nico having a very defined back overall, and Sebastian loving to press kisses and run his tongue over his dimples, shoulderblades, back line etc. (And ofc shoot his load all over them as well)
(Seb would also leave big hickeys all over Nico's back, so that when he's driving he can feel the marks on his back👀)
Nico cleared his throat and announced solemnly:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sebastian Rosberg, nee Vettel, the love of my life.”
or; Nico gets revenge in the classiest way possible
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They were under the watchful eyes of cameras as soon as Nico stepped out of the car, Seb was already waiting for him with a simple bouquet of daisies, which didn’t match the formal suit completely. The FIA awards were hosted in a luxurious palace on the hill this year, so the view stretching out before them was stunning. Nico confidently accepted his hand, fixing the hem of his elegant black velvet dress. The reporters were too shocked to speak, and he couldn’t help but marvel at this realization, watching as everyone around them turned their necks towards Nico.
“Ready?” he asked Seb, who nervously jumped on his feet, despite his chaotic and bubbly nature.
He simply nodded, unhurriedly moving towards the arch that served as an entrance to the inner courtyard. The shutters clicked and clicked, blinding them with flashes, yet Nico didn’t falter: he let them watch, let the shining cocoon him, accentuating the glint of diamonds on his neck and simple rings on both of their fingers. He was allowed to have this night, he did make it all about himself, as Lewis would say.
He entered the hectic and speed-filled world of Formula One with a quiet outburst – calmly and humbly, but he would exit with grace, vividly and shamelessly, turning heads and breaking necks.
The low murmur of the grand hall and absence of reporters inside the palace gave them a moment of peace, Nico immediately taking two glasses of champagne from the nearest table and offering one to Seb, who was talking about nonsense again just to pass time.
“Thanks. As I was saying, the fact that Germany won by two points, going into quarterfinals, once again proved that we are outstanding at penalties.”
“Exactly. I was saying the same thing: Italians didn’t stand a chance- Oh, hello, Michael. Didn’t expect you to be here.”
Schumacher, who was passing by, chatting away with someone, immediately greeted Nico with a friendly handshake. Even though they’ve been teammates quite a long time ago and not for long, the two were still bound by friendship and common interest in football.
“Look who's here! The world champion himself. Congratulations again, Nico, I have known since 2010 that one day you will be standing on the top step. Hi, Seb, nice to see you thriving.”
“Thanks. I had believed it too, but all of the- You know. It was difficult, but what matters is that now I am free.” Nico smiled, interlinking arms with Seb.
“Also, I believe we haven’t told you, but-” Seb said tentatively, a warm smile creeping up his face.
“You’re finally getting married?” Michael wasn’t bothered at all, calmly observing the couple with a friendly grin.
Nico laughed, hiding his face in his palms, and Seb rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“You ruined the surprise! Why are you so clever!”
“You both are too happy for a simple award-giving ceremony, I knew from the start that something has to be uncovered today- Hi Lewis. Anyway, I need to go, my seat is very far away, and I already got lost several times.” Michael greeted Lewis, who approached the table to grab a champagne, half-heartedly and definitely out of politeness.
“Bye! Nice to catch up with you.” Seb waved to him, giggling a bit.
He couldn’t just believe his happiness: they really were married. Even though the ceremony was two months ago, Seb still struggled to comprehend that now he is legally Mr.Rosberg. Marriage was never important to him as a societal construct, and to Nico too, but the government, sadly, doesn’t allow sudden surname changes without a wedding.
Nico was unfazed by Lewis’ presence, relaxing against a column and watching as rows of guests flowed past. Seb glanced on his watch, saying:
“It’s almost time. It’s better if we left now, dear.”
“Lemme just-” Nico without hesitation planted a kiss on Seb’s cheek and they moved to the big wooden doors hand-in-hand.
To say that Lewis was dumbfounded would be to underestimate the scale of shock that enveloped him upon seeing this scene unfold in front of him. To see Nico laughing with Michael, with Seb, after all the hideous things he did throughout the years when they were teammates, including fucking breaking up with him about two years over some stupid matter. “You are toxic, you manipulate me” “I don’t recognize you, has the championship fight changed you that much?” “Why are you telling everyone we’re not friends?” Stupid, stupid, naive and ungrateful. How dare he! After years of struggle Lewis put into racing, after everything? And now he was as happy as ever, ready to accept the trophy from the FIA president’s hands, smiling and shining? No, he wasn't sad or jealous or bitter, he was mad and borderline violent. Lewis put down the fragile glass on the cloth-covered surface and proceeded to his table in anger.
Nico, on the other hand, was looking at the infographic that was hanging on the left wall.
“Ooh, Britney, looking stunning! Seb, I’m very much jealous.”
“If not for Fernando behind you, I would have thought you’re hitting on me, Jenson.” Nico replied calmly, turning to face the Brit.
“Please take him away from me, I’m so tired of his antics.” Fernando added, appearing beside the four.
“No, love, I will never leave your side, you will be with me forever.” Jenson hugged Fernando, and he silently mouthed “See?”
Seb giggled, pointing at his name in the drivers’ standings.
“They got my surname wrong.”
“What do you mean? It’s not written like “Vetel” or- Wait, Nico, you smooth motherfucker.” Jenson stood with his mouth agape, looking at the couple in shock as soon as the realisation hit him.
“Nando, they’re married. Do you get it? That means we can too-”
“Jenson, please stop, I beg you. No, I’m not marrying you yet.”
Jenson pouted, gesturing at Fernando angrily.
“He hates me. He straight up hates me!”
“No, I don’t, I’m just saying-”Luckily, the announcer got up on the stage, freeing them of Jenson’s drama, and Nico and Seb proceeded to their seats, sitting down nervously.
Nico thrummed his fingers on the clothed table, every word from the stage echoing in his ears. All evening he was calm and unshakeable in his confidence, turning heads and basking in attention, yet before the most important moment, he was afraid.
Seb squeezed his hand under the table reassuringly, fingers softly tracing the simple metal ring.
“You can do it, liebling, I believe in you. You have to deliver one fatal hit.” he whispered in Nico’s ear.
All is about balance. The scales of life will return to equilibrium after tipping to one’s side nonetheless, leaving him in shambles and scrapes of the consequences of his own actions. This was the moment Nico proved to anyone who doubted him – he could do it. He could win the WDC, but most importantly, that he could recognize the pain inside himself, that he chose the care and the calm, that he could leave this beloved sport for the sake of not losing himself. That he was resilient and brave, that all the humiliation from his teammate and the press didn’t scar him, passing by.
He will show the love that healed him.
“And now, for the driver that has won the 2016 WDC by two points, breaking Lewis Hamilton’s series of titles, the one who has beat the record of holding 7 consecutive race wins previously owned by Schumacher, Ascari, and Vettel, ladies and gentlemen — Nico Rosberg, the World Champion!”
Nico took a deep breath and stood up, the cameras all pointing at him. He answered the confusion on some faces with a flashing smile, moving to the stage. Applause was deafening, especially from Jenson and Fernando. The glassy floor of the stage reflected all the neon lights, the president smiling politely with the trophy, but Nico could see only the love and softness in Seb’s eyes.
He accepted the heavy cup with a polite handshake and took the microphone, turning to the crowd.
“This year has been- A rollercoaster. There were ups and downs, when I thought I couldn’t win the championship, when I almost gave up, if not for the people I love, who were always by my side. All of you must be familiar with this dress – it’s the famous revenge dress of Princess Diana of Wales, and I have chosen it for today to show everyone who doubted me, who humiliated me in the press: I lived. I won. I will continue on living as myself, even though it means leaving the sport I love. After long discussions with my partner I have decided to retire from Formula 1. I will no longer be driving in the 2017 season.” He made a long pause, looking Lewis right in the eyes, as if saying “What now? You have tried to destroy me, but I lived, rising from the ashes.”
Gasps and unbelieving shouts filled the grand hall, and Nico simply stood and waited for everyone to calm down. Fernando looked sad but proud, Jenson clinging to his side, and Seb- Seb was admiring him shamelessly: strong and fierce in his resolve and resilience, he had singlehandedly silenced all the hateful voices.
“I felt that all the tension in the team, constant pressure and stress are diminishing me. I didn’t feel like myself: I was a shadow, simply existing, not living. I am very grateful to my husband for the support, for the love, for solace in those lonely moments I felt like I was drowning.”
He looked up, gazing into Seb’s eyes. He was already standing near the stage, holding the bouquet, happiness radiating from him. A bright smile occupied his face.
Everyone seemed beyond shocked: the announcer tried to be professional and kept his emotions to himself, but a soft grin still seeped through.
Nico cleared his throat and announced solemnly:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sebastian Rosberg, nee Vettel, the love of my life.”
The hall erupted with applause. Lewis looked like he was a second away from passing out, Dan shook Max, laughing so hard both fell off the chair, the famous Sky Sports commentators – David and Martin – smiling politely, as if they hadn’t predicted it a long ago with that one interview with Nico and his future plans. Keke and Sina were wiping away tears of happiness, sharing glances with Sebastian’s family as well.
Seb entered the stage slowly, with a smile so bright it outshone the sun, looking at Nico like he just hanged the moon, the stars, and the entire universe.
The announcer gave him the second microphone reserved for the president, but he clearly didn’t have time for it now. Seb accepted it with silent gratitude.
“Nico. I have known for 8 years now, since my debut in Formula 1. You were always here, always cheering on me, laughing in the boring press conferences, congratulating me on my WDCs, and now I get to stand with you on this stage, our love sealed forever. I can’t- I can’t comprehend how much I love you, how happy I am for stepping out of misery. I love you.”
Nico looked at him with tears falling down his cheeks and face hurting from smiling too much.
They have come such a long way, from strangers to friends to lovers, vulnerable and raw. The union of their hearts needed no marriage to be, they did not belong to each other, and they didn’t feel the need to. They were different and separate, bound together by love and appreciation, by admiration and passion, personalities overlapping, but nonetheless unique.
In the silence of the hall, when everyone held their breaths, Nico said:
"Do you ever think about inviting someone to join us?"
Nico thinks Lewis deserves twice the love that he can give. Seb is all too happy to lend a hand. It takes them awhile, but Lewis eventually gets what he deserves.
