"A" For Effort

Fernando Alonso x YoungerReader! Smut

HEAVY use of ‘daddy’, smut 18+, vaginal sex, oral sex (both receiving) fingering, squirting, anal play, choking, spanking, masturbation, everything ok. Reader is younger than Alonso (no age specified) who is friends with her dad, and the two engage in a secret, sexual relationship. Semi-public sex ensues and Nando fucks reader up against the door that people are trying to get in. Readers a massive tease and gets a kick from getting Fernando off in public.

It started when she’d followed Fernando around the corner, fixing his tie and collar for him when he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Fernando didn’t know what to expect, he thought he’d massively overstepped a boundary, but little did he realise that y/n was going to kiss him back with twice as much need. He’d had his eye on the young girl on the past 6 months since the 2023 GP kicked off and he worked around her dad often. She was younger than him, it wasn’t anything inappropriate, but the positions they were both in wasn’t exactly a recipe for success. Fernando didn’t care, neither did y/n. For the first time in years Fernando felt excited, passionate, horny- he hadn’t felt so strongly towards a woman in as long as he could remember. The naughty texts he’d get from her, the images, the videos, he felt like his heart, body and soul was owned by her. He was uncontrollably infatuated with y/n and the younger woman felt the same towards him. She’d sit in the chair, smiling and sighing towards him like something out of a Hollywood film. Fernando felt desired, and when he smirked towards her, she felt the exact same way back.

In one particular, very boring meeting (that she was supposed to be listening to) she placed her index finger up to her lips, grazing over the soft area delicately. As she did, she noticed Fernando with eyes already focused on her. They were locked on her and only her. The way her finger that had been inside her only hours prior grazed over her lips. Fernando would die for them to be inside his own mouth, sucking off her sweet juices. He felt his cock jump from just thinking about it.

She bit down on her finger, offering him a smile before her eyes fell to the front of the room, sucking ever so slightly on the tip of her finger. Fernando adjusted himself, attempting to glimpse to what was occurring in the meeting, but he couldn’t turn away from her for any amount of time.

His head snapped back to see her crossing her legs, squeezing them together, the bare skin being so smooth and tanned. He imagined sinking his teeth into the flesh, spanking and then kissing over her thighs, hearing her squeal in a pained pleasure. His cock jumped again, this time there was so adjusting himself to make the issue less well- prominent. He could feel the way his cock was strangled by his pants, strained and aching against the confinements of his trousers.

Y/n’s eyes fell on the area that Fernando evidently tried to cover up. Offering him a sheepish smile, her heart fluttered as she proudly sat, knowing she could make him hard over barely anything. She writhed her legs together again, positive nobody else in the room would pick up on her subtly acts. She reached out, hand wrapping around her water bottle, grazing her hand down before taking a few sips, her lips gliding over her lips afterwards, picking up any stray drops of water. Fernando’s mind went back to the image of her licking his cum clean off his spilling cock, it dripped down her lips and chin deliciously as he exploded his seed inside her mouth.

Oh no. Fernando thought, feeling an uncomfortable stickiness gather against his pubic bone. He was leaking again thinking about her. For a moment he forgot he was a grown man. Slowly, Y/n slid up from her chair, Fernando and some of the other men’s eyes fell onto her ass as she made her way out of the room quietly, smiling innocently. Fernando gulped, wondering if that was an invitation for him to follow. His head snapped back and forth from her and then back to her father who was busy holding the meeting. He’d be busy for at least another two hours, thought Fernando. Gaining the confidence, the driver kept a hand over his crotch, excusing himself quietly before hurrying down the hall, the brush of his pants against his cock making him wince. He needed to be free, and fast. He pulled out his phone desperate to hear from her, only his eyes popped out of his head seeing the video she’d sent him only a minute prior.

Fernando eyed up the empty hall, turning down his volume to a low setting before playing the video and seeing it was her, sat on a couch of a small meeting room, pants off and fingers rubbing over her clothed clit. Fernando could faintly hear her soft pants, and had to stabilise himself from fainting at the pure bliss of receiving such a video.

Y/n: hurry the door is unlocked I’m in the same one from yesterday

Fernando’s body moved faster than his legs could take him and he was overwhelmingly quick to reach the room. He had to take a breath to compose himself, entering the room with a hitched jaw seeing her sat, legs pressed together under a blanket and a shy look covering her face. Thank God it was Fernando, she thought, and not some other person who accidentally stumbled into the room.

Fernando completely forgot to the lock the door, not that that would matter straight away, but he quite literally was gobsmacked when the blanket fell and she spread her legs, pushing her hand down over the lace of her pants, sighing as she rubbed over her aching pussy.

How Fernando didn’t cum there and then in his pants he’d never know. He looked so good, she thought, her head tilting back and to the side with a soft sigh of his name. His black polo tucked into his black pants, arms bulging out at the bicep, similar to how his cock pressed at the seams of his pants.

With the moan of his name, Fernando fell to his knees, a gentle smile tugging on his lips as he reached out, taking a hold of either outside of her legs, rubbing down the soft skin. “La mejor sorpresa.” (The best surprise) he hushed, pressing a longing yet tender kiss to the sensitive of her flesh. Y/n exhaled gently, continuing to rub gently, hips gyrating up and down ever so slightly. She was captivated with his Spanish words, the glisten in his hazel eyes. Her movements were relaxed with a second kiss to her inner thigh.

“My love.” He hushed in his husky voice, resting his cheek and temple to her legs as he gazed up to her. The moment was gentle, yet overwhelmingly sensual. His eyes trailed down to where she pleasured herself and he unconsciously pressed his crotch harder against the edge of the couch.

Y/n let out a soft hum, a slight plea for him to touch her. He slid his hands forwards, taking her underwear by the waistband and slowly pulling them off, tossing them to one side. “Necesito este coño.” (I need this pussy) he hushed, kissing her pussy lips gently. “Te necesito.” (I need you) Fernando whispered again, spreading her lips a little further and licking a stripe up between her folds. His tongue was hot and wet, flicking over her clit which sent a sigh of relief to leave her lips.

“What’re you saying, Nando?” Her voice broke on an inhale when he wrapped his lips around her pussy, sucking gently, her hips lolling forwards. “How much I need you and this pussy.” The Spaniard rasped against her, lips moving against her skin as she spoke. She was sticky from wetness, Fernando wanted to lick it clean. He imagined how badly she was squirming in her underwear at the meeting, her thongs dripping with her juices.

“Mh, you’re all I can think about.” She airily spoke. In response, Fernando ate her out, gently, but steadily. Her hand came up, swiping her hair out of her face like she was in a movie, Fernand’s eyes glued to her. “Fuck… yes.” She exhaled out in response, fingers stroking through his dark strands of hair. Fernando wanted to feel the tug of her fingers against his scalp, the scratch of his nails down the tattoo on his back.

Fernando flattened his tongue, swiping all over her pussy, letting out a grunt in appreciation as he hooked her thigh over his shoulders, delving deeper. The sound of her moan cracking had him going crazy, he slurped and sighed against her drenched core, spitting and adding a finger to the mix. Her sounds were pure bliss, she gasped and begged for more, fingering at his hair, his shirt which had pulled loose from his pants.

“Fernando… fuck, Nando, Nando, Nando.” She wept out his name like a mantra, still remaining relatively quiet. Fernando didn’t want quiet, he knew this area of the hotel would remain virtually empty, he wanted her screaming, cock hungry for more of him. After one particular sharp pull on his hair, Fernando let out a moan, eyes rolling back and voice vibrating against her aching pussy, he pulled back and bit firmly into the flesh of her thigh.

“Please.” Her hips bucked, and she yanked him by the hair back into her vagina. Fernando felt the ache of his cock now, painful in his pants, he thrusted slightly against the couch, rubbing the his cock up and down against the plush material.

Fernando brought his fingers up, pushing one into her hole with no warning. “Fuck!” She squealed, hand snatching the couch, nails digging into the material as he pushed the digit in and out of her. “Oh my god!” She moaned in a pornographic manner. Fernando smirked, this is exactly what he wanted from the younger woman.

Her hips were jumping so Nando pushed a hand against her hip bone, pinning her into the couch whilst finger fucking her with his other hand. Y/n felt the sensitive fuck of his digits against her g-spot and knew she wouldn’t last long. He sucked and licked like a desperate man against her pussy, hand moving up to pin at her throat as her moans became distorted through the lack of air.

The familiar tightness built and the squelch of her wet pussy was soon replaced with a gushing as she came undone, both with her orgasm and squirting all over Fernando’s hand. He growled, continuing to finger her over the edge as she screamed out, unable to take anymore. Anybody listening in would think there was an exorcism taking place. “Fernando, please!” She begged as he removed his finger, lapping up her spilt juices, hands moving down to unbuckle his belt desperately. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” She choked out, tormented by the over simulation. Fernando quickly freed his cock, wiping the back of his arm against his chin and mouth before moving down to kiss her with an undeniable want. “Let me fuck you.” He grunted, jerking his hand back and fourth over his cock that had been deprived for so long.

“You don’t want to fuck my mouth first?” She giggled, Fernando paused, panting harshly before kissing her firmly again. “Please, please, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“You want that?” Fernando grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Y/n grinned through her excitement, the pain of his fistful around her hair making her pussy throb all over again.

“I want it so bad, Fernando.” He kissed her once, twice again, before pushing her down to her knees where she gagged herself on his erection, stuffing her mouth as full as she could have his large cock. Fernando immediately let out an animalistic groan at her hot mouth around his aching member. Her mouth felt so good, too good, almost as good as her tight little pussy.

She moaned around his length, gazing up through those pretty eyelashes as Fernando stared at the youthful woman. From this angle he could see to her breasts down her top, the swell of them in her bra, pushed together, he wanted to spill his seed all over them. Fernando’s mouth was open, face was red and he began sweating with eyebrows knitted together as Y/n watched him, sucking up and down on him.

Her cheeks hollowed out, she drooled down his cock, taking a handful of his balls, delighted to hear the many moans, pants and grunts that Fernando unleashed. She teased, running her wet tongue all down the base of his cock and over his head, over his balls, going excruciatingly slow, “why don’t you take charge, you know I like it when you are.” She giggled, sucking his tip lightly. Fernando’s voice cracked as his head fell back in pure bliss.

“Are you sure?”

“Please… please daddy.” She hushed out the next words and Fernando felt so filthy- in the best way. “Say it again.” He snatched at her jaw, “daddy.” The pet name caused him to pop a gentle smack over her cheek, one that made her grin before he yanked her chin open and began thrusting into her mouth. “Ah- shit- ah mierda!” He cursed in both English and his native tongue, hips jittering when he felt her take him all the way down her throat. Y/n’s nose was pressed to Alonso’s freshly trimmed pubic bone, she gagged slightly and Fernando pulled off with another loud groan.

“Are you ok?” He held her face, seeing the tears formed in her eyes from choking on his cock. “So good.” She confirmed as he smiled, lifting her up to her wobbly feet.

“You know you are good at that.” The man flirted, beginning to unbutton at her blouse, ripping it off before moving to her bra. “I know.” She teased with a giggle, the two of them sharing another kiss. “Where do you want me? Bent over?” She moved up and around to his ear, standing on her toes to kiss at his neck, jaw and earlobe.

“Yes.” Fernando breathed, tossing her bra to one side before taking a handful of the swell of her perfect breasts. “You can have me however you want.” She whispered, sending shudders down his back, the two of them sharing another heated, open mouthed kiss before she pulled at his shirt, freeing him and exposing his bare, toned abdomen.

Fernando twisted her by the hips, her body completely nude for him as he planted a spank to her ass- not too hard, he didn’t want to hurt her. “Harder.” She moaned in response when his palm caught her ass a little harder. Alonso moved down, licking a swipe all the way from her pussy to her asshole, delving in the area once again. It was irresistible, she was irresistible, and when his cock squelched inside the wetness of her tight little hole, Fernando thought he’d faint.

“Oh, Fernando!” She whined, petite frame pushed over the back of the couch as she arched her back, he continued fucking into her, sending a few slaps over her ass and thighs in the process. “Daddy, please.” She begged, reaching back. Fernando grunted, snatching her hair and pulling her back as he leaned forwards, catching a kiss to her forehead as she panted, breathless from the sex.

Fernando’s hand palmed at the flesh he’d slapped, smoothing the area and relaxing his hold in her head to hold under her chin, his lips pressed to the top of her head tilted back.

“Eres mi buena chica, ¿no? Qué buena chica sucia, rebotando así en mi polla.” (You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Such a good, dirty girl bouncing on my cock like that).That’s when the Spanish dirty talk happened and Y/n thought she’d pass out from pure ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.” She let out a low whine as Fernando knelt on the couch, resting his arms on the back, besides her body. His face was close to hers now as he bucked into her slowly.

“Yes?” He laughed. “You know what I’m saying?” Fernando grinned, kissing her cheek and pressing a second kiss to her lips as she giggled breathlessly.

“No, but I can guess.” She hummed. “I bet you can.” He panted in response, pulling her up my both her arms and continuing the same brutal pace as earlier. Her cries and whines continued as Nando breathed heavily, grunting through the building pleasure he felt. Her pussy was the tightest he’d felt, so warm and wet, he fit inside perfectly. He was meant for her.

As the two were evidently occupied, they didn’t hear the footsteps gaining towards the door- and no it wasn’t Y/n’s father- thank god. But instead, the handle jiggled, a businessman from the meeting looking for the bathroom. Fernando reacted quick, slamming his hand against the door and locking it. Y/n laughed, turning over her shoulder in surprise. Fernando let out a breath of relief before smiling towards her and gesturing her over. “Fuck, Nando, did you not lock the door?” She brushed her hair out of her face. The man simply shrugged with a sheepish smile and she playfully nudged him.

He reached down, grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her back to the cold door in which people were trying to get into. “Fernando! It’s cold!” “Shhh.” He teased, slipping easily back inside her dripping pussy. Her mouth opened and eyes glazed over again, this time, Fernando couldn’t stop staring at her beauty. His lips made his way to hers and their sounds were muffled by the kisses and the hitting of her back against the door. “Fuck!” As their love making continued they became careless, loud again, the door was rattling and Fernando began drilling into the girl who clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into her back.

“Nando!” She wept, her body tensing, coil tightening in her abdomen. “Not my name.” The sweating man grunted as she moaned out again. “Daddy.” She cried out instead which only spurred him further. One arm wrapped around her lower hips, whilst the other pulled down on her shoulder, stuffing his cock as deep inside of her pussy as possible.

“Gonna cum- fuck! I want you to come too.” She gasped, leaving a particularly harsh scratch in his back. Nando growled before pulling her hair to one side, his fist shaking as he chased his orgasm.

“Please, please, please!” She pleaded, fingers rubbing against her clit as she bounced aimlessly with every thrust. “Yes.” Fernando choked out. “Yes, yes, cum for me- I’m gonna- Mierda- I’m cumming.” His jaw tensed as he let out an animalistic groan of pure bliss through his teeth before he was thrown over the edge, her orgasm approaching soon after.

Their sighs of relief mixed with yells and groans of pleasure settled down, and feeling the drip of his cum from her pussy, Fernando let out a small sound, moving her gently and laying her down on the couch. “Mh-” before he could move she held onto his arm, the man chose to settle down besides her, kissing her tenderly and plugging a finger inside the hole he’d just filled with his cum.

“You did good.” He whispered, leaving a longing kiss to her temple, and another on her lips. “Nando.” She innocently whispered, fingers trailing through his hair. He glanced down, inspecting her leaking pussy as he pushed his finger in gently. Y/n whined slightly but Nando soothed her with gentle shushes.

“I bet your dad doesn’t know what kind of a bad girl you are.” He muttered as she giggled, swatting his arm slightly. Fernando rested on his side, admiring her beauty with a hand under his head, elbow prompted onto the couch. He felt bad for whoever had to sit here after.

“My good girl.” He then smiled as they shared another kiss. He brought his finger up, to her lips and she stuck her tongue out, sucking him clean. Fernando could have sworn he was ready for round two immediately, entranced by how sensual and purely beautiful Y/n was.

two of them

◇ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 ◇

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

◦ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warning: edging, teasing, sex! toy (vibrator!), pussy eating, soft dom marc, overstimulation

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You really wish you hadn’t tried getting back at Marc. Teasing him never went well for you, it always ended you up in the position you were in at the moment.

Your wrists were tied to the headboard with your legs spread, marc between your thighs with your legs above his shoulders. He wasn’t fucking you with his fingers or eating you out. He was holding a vibrator to your acing clit, circle it softly then pulling back as soon as he saw your legs shake.

“Told you honey, right before we walked out that door didn’t I?” Marc cooed. You whined in agony as your pussy pulsed and dripped in need. He’d been at it for who knows how long.

You went out with Marc tonight, the late night bar date was going well until you told him to look under the table. Marc’s body tensed as he saw you wearing no panties, just the thin fabric of the dress hiding what’s his from the world.

Now you were here, tied up and being edged for the past 30 minutes. “I- I’m sorry” you choked out as Marc ran the warm silicone up your sticky folds. The sound of the vibration and your slick making you even needier.

“No you aren’t and that’s ok, I don’t mind this” he mocked as he pressed the vibrator down onto your clit. Your hips bucked up in the air as you squeezed your eyes shut and focused on the pleasure.

You felt the knot getting tighter and tighter as he slowly circled the toy into your messy cunt. Marc smiled up at you, pulling the toy away the second he saw you too comfortable.

You let out a pitiful cry, tears streaming down your face as the edging was getting to much. “Ple- p- please Marc, please” you cried out.

“I know sweetheart, sucks doesn’t it?” He mocked. His lips pressed a soft kiss into your inner thigh, his hand moving the toy back up to your clit and dragging it through your folds.

“Think you’ve had enough punishment for today yeah?” He hummed. You nodded weakly with tears streaming down your face and body shaking. Marc turned the vibrator off, your soft smile turning into a frown as he threw the toy to the side.

Before you could get a word out his mouth was lapping at your pussy. His tongue working at your swollen clit that was covered in slick “mhm so fucking g- good” Marc groaned as he rolled his tongue around your clit.

A loud whine spilled out your lips as he bobbed his head and lapped as if his life depended on it. Your hands flew to his hair as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

The nerves in your body tingling as you finally got the release you’ve been dying for. Your breathy moans filled the room as he didn’t stop, causing your body to shiver and squirm under him.

Marc gave one last lick with a pop of his lips, his mouth covered in your wetness as he lifted two fingers onto his cheeks and collected your cum with his fingers, sucking them clean with a moan.

Both of you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time, and you were definitely not sorry.

A PROFESSIONAL INTERVIEW -- sebastian vettel

part 2/4? previous next

pairings! redbull!sebastian vettel x fem!journalist!reader

In which, Sebastian Vettel has always been a cocky, and an annoying f1 driver to interview, but suddenly his tendencies seem more flirtatious than annoying.

note: i've had a bit of writer's block recently and i'm still in it, so that's why most of my fics and recs may be coming out slower. hopefully ill break out of it soon!

taglist: @viennakarma, @chiliwhore, @i-wish-this-was-me, @sugyomama, @gcldtom, @bladestark (sorry if i missed you)

Qualifying for he Bahrain Grand Prix. You had a few media days and free pratice interviews, Lewis Hamilton seemed to be the driver reporting pairing your employers were looking for, or maybe he was just the driver they had randomly selected. One thing you would admit is that you liked interviewing drivers who were actually winning, it was less depressing, and people actually watched the interviews with winning drivers. All those days had gone well, media day, and free practice, good outfits combined with good interviews and good racing, but qualifying proved a struggle.

You awoke in the morning, groggy, and confused. You had an alarm set for 7:30 am, four hours, enough time to prepare your questions, shower, do some cute makeup, make a healthy breakfast, maybe even work out. You wanted to feel good about yourself, and waking up to be productive seemed like a very adult thing to do, but oh no. Your alarm hadn’t gone out, and you woke up at eleven. You let out an obnoxious scream at the glimpse of your clock, looking down at your blue sweater and white joggers. You swiped on deodorant, and brushed your teeth, you could get food at hospitality, and do your makeup on the bus ride there. You hadn’t planned on taking the bus, but your brain ran through solutions for your tardiness quickly, and taking a fan bus was a solution. You had seen the sign the night before. 

You quickly poured tea from the night before, and poured it into a water bottle. You put bread in the toaster, pulling your hair into two plaits as you bounced around, filled with stress. You poured jam on it, too lazy to even wipe up the jam from the hotel counter. You shoved it into your mouth, nearly forgetting your bag full of everything you needed. You were the worst dressed out of the women, all of whom looked like they had put extensive effort into their looks for the day. You curled your lashes as you looked over the notes, leg bouncing intensely as you skimmed over the question. You would be interviewing the redbull boys, was it something you were happy about? No, of course not, the memory of Sebastian ruining your date and then ending up driving you home still haunted your memory, and only when you looked down at your sweater did you realize something, that was his sweater! You mentally slapped yourself, how could you have been so stupid, you didn’t even know how that had ended up in your suitcase. You briefly recalled using it as a pajama top when the weather got cold, because you had been mainly using Y/B/F’s clothes. How stupid could you have been.

You arrived at the track five minutes late, sprinting full force across the pit line, almost certain you were in the background of at least three “on site” interviews. You nearly ran into Lewis, and the urgency took over you even more.

“Lewis, I need you to hide this!” You exclaimed, shoving the sweater into his arms. A pink tank top and baggy joggers didn’t look bad, but you did feel as if you were on the way to work out.

“Why?” He asked.

“It’s Seb’s, long story. I’ll explain later. Thank you so much!” You thanked the Mclaren driver as he looked down into his hands. He wanted to ask more questions, but you were already sprinting off, your tote bag hitting you in the hip as you ran. You arrived in front of the red bull garage winded, Mark Webber and Sebastian Vettel staring at you. You dumped your tote bag on the ground, and stood across from them, pulling your plait over your shoulders - you thought they looked cuter that way - and smiling at the two. Mark seemed content to act like the situation was normal, offering a small compliment on your minimal makeup, but Seb had to ruin it.

“Did you sprint the whole way here?” He asked, crossing his arms and leaning back.

“I did, my alarm didn’t go off.” You told him. 

“Is that why you’re wearing sweatpants?” “It was either that or having bad breath.” You looked over at the camera crew as they hooked you up to a microphone. “When does this start?”

“A few seconds.” A guy replied. You gave him a thumbs up, and he signaled that they were live.

“Welcome to qualifying for the Bahrain Grand Prix, we are live at the Bahrain International Circuit with the Redbull boys, Mark Webber and Sebastian Vettel.” You introduced, smiling over at Mark and intentionally ignoring Seb. “Now, what are your thoughts going into the new season, any specific goals?”

“Well, we have a new car, so hopefully we continue ranking high, and winning races.” Mark told you, smiling. You nodded and turned back to Sebastian.

“And what about you, Seb? Do you have similar goals to Mark?” You asked, meeting his eyes despite your mind screaming against it. 

“A bit, but this year I’d like to win the World Championship.” He told you confidently. The camera would witness your reaction to his words, a bit surprised at his confidence, and maybe his lack of insults that you had obviously expected. “I was close last year, and I am confident that I can get there this year.”

“And I imagine that will start with gaining pole position for tomorrow’s race?” You said, trying your best to give an attractive smile, the camera was on after all.

“Of course.” He replied, flicking a small glance over at Mark, who looked slightly dejected by Sebastian’s answers. The blonde showing up his teammate once more. You asked a few more basic questions, and a couple that dug a bit deeper, before being notified that your time was almost up.

“Well, Mark, and Seb, I wish you both luck at qualifying, and I will see the two of you tomorrow for post race interviews.” You said, smiling at Mark, and not Sebastian.

“Will you be wearing the dress you wore in France?” Seb asked, and you begged your cheeks not to flush like they always managed to. “You know, black, very tight-”

“I didn’t pack it.” You interrupted.

“A shame, it would’ve given me more motivation to show up.” Seb said, shaking his head lightly. You frowned.

“Does the twenty five thousand euro fee for skipping not motivate you enough?” Mark asked jokingly. You took that as the perfect time to finally close the interview, clapping your hands together unexpectedly loudly.

“Well, that’s it for today’s interview, I will see you, and the Redbull boys after the race on Sky Sports!” You told the camera cheerily. The cameraman gave you a thumbs up, that it was over, and you smiled. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sebastian open his mouth to say something to you, it was most likely something insulting, and so you turned to Mark"

“Good luck at quali tomorrow, Mark!” You told the dark haired driver before speed walking away, completely forgetting your bag.

Seb watched as you quickly walked off, a frown settling on his face. He understood that you most likely assumed he was going to say something rude, and rather on brand for him, but that wasn’t his plan. He just wanted to ask you if you needed a ride to the race tracks, after all, he had heard that the two of you were staying in the same hotel. He looked down, your bag still laying on the ground. He reached down and picked it up before turning to Mark, the driver you seemed to like so much more than him.

“Y/N left her bag, do you know her next interview?” He asked Mark. The brunette shrugged.

“I think she’s mainly broadcasting this weekend. I’m sure you can find her room number though.” Mark told Seb. The blonde nodded, and began rummaging through the bag. “Not like that! Just ask someone!”

Though Seb did find the room key, and read the room number over in his head, memorizing it quickly.

“She better have grabbed an extra.” He told Mark, holding up the key. 

“Y/N can sometimes be a mess.” Mark told Seb. Seb frowned.

“I mean, she’s very organized, and prepared usually . . . ,” Seb started, realizing what he was saying. Mark couldn’t know Seb’s actual thoughts about you, couldn’t know that he genuinely thought you were an incredibly smart, and rather beautiful woman. That would be a nightmare! As he walked down the pit lane, examining the other cars, Lewis walked up to him. The world champion held a blue sweater, Seb’s blue sweater. His mind ran through all posibilities, maybe you had given it to Lewis, those few interviews you had done together turning into something more.

“Hey, Seb!” Lewis said, smiling kindly.

“Hey, Lewis.” Seb replied back, trying to match the energy of Lewis.

“Is that my sweater?”

“Yeah, Y/N gave it to me this morning, said it was yours.” Lewis told Seb, handing him the sweater. “Since I couldn’t find her, I figured I’d give it to you. I didn’t know the two of you were close.”

“Yeah, well, some things just happen.” Seb said, trying to seem vague enough so that Lewis couldn’t be certain of what he was trying to hint at, but could also sense that Seb did not want Lewis and you dating

Seb waited in the hotel lobby for you that night. He was feeling good about himself. He had gotten pole position in the first race of the season, the Ferraris behind him. His plan on winning the race, and hopefully the championship were looking good. You arrived at the lobby later than Seb expected, he sat silently, and watched you talk to the woman at the front desk. He couldn’t look as if he had taken actual time out of his day to give you back his bag, and his ugly blue sweater.

“I know, I know! I don’t have my wallet. I left it at the race track, come on, do you watch Formula One?” You pleaded, hands placed together as if in prayer. “I can introduce you to Jenson Button, he won the championship last year!”

“I don’t watch Formula One.” The woman deadpanned and your face dropped. Sebastian felt himself standing up and walking over, feeling slightly bad for leaving you to suffer.

“I didn’t know we were both staying in this hotel.” Seb said, even though he did in fact know exactly that, and had asked a few other journalists what hotel you were staying in.

“Seb, hey.” You said, rather unenthusiastically, scratching the back of your neck and looking down at your bag. A smile appeared on your lips, and Seb pumped his fist in his mind. “You have my bag.”

“You left it at our interview.” Seb said, placing his hand on the counter, and then quickly removing it. It looked weird. He quickly reached in the bag and pulled out the sweater. “And Lewis gave me this.”

“Oh.” You said, frowning. “You can have it back.”

“I didn’t think you’d keep it. I thought you’d leave it in France.” Seb said, wringing the soft fabric through his hands. Seb was glad that even though the sweater was ugly, it was still good quality, most things he bought were.

“I live out of a suitcase, and I had planned on going home for winter break, so I actually don’t own any winter clothes.” You explained. It sounded like an excuse, but was probably the truth. He handed back the sweater and the bag.

“You should probably keep it then, can’t have a journalist getting cold at the paddock.” Seb said. You furrowed your brows, but Seb kept on talking. “What floor are you on?”

“Fifteenth.” You replied, beginning to walk away from the counter, he trailed slightly behind you.

“Perfect! I’ll walk you to your room.” He said, not giving much time for you to deny his offer as the two of you entered the elevator.

“Um, okay, what floor are you on?” You asked, looking very suspicious of the formula one driver who stood next to you.

“Twentieth.” Seb replied with a smile. 

“Huh,” Was all you said for the first ten floors, but on number eleven progress was made. “Nice job at quali today, a flying lap.”

“I’m pretty proud of it.” Seb replied with a shrug.

“Do you genuinely think you’re going to win the championship?” You asked. Seb paused before speaking, not wanting to seem overly confident, even if that was how he tended to act.

“I can, I have the skill, I have the car. Now it’s all about luck.” Seb told you. He watched intently, analyzing your reaction while you analyzed his words. Your lips pursed together, and you gave a single nod. Seb couldn’t tell if it was a nod of approval, or you thinking he was delusional. He had to continue speaking, maybe say something awkward or mean that ruins everything, but that’d be better than watching you over analyze his words. “If I end up winning the whole thing, do I get a date?”

Your head snapped up immediately, eyebrows shooting to the top of your head. You spoke slowly,

“If you win the WDC, you want to go on a date with me?”

“Sure, why not?” Seb asked. You looked confused when you exited the elevator, Seb taking a step out as well at the last second.

“Um, okay. If you win the 2010 World Drivers Championship I’ll go on one date with you.” You told him, trying not to laugh. You swiped in your hotel key card, Seb briefly glimpsing a messy hotel room. “See you after the race.”

Seb didn’t get a chance to offer to take you to the race tomorrow before you shut the door quickly. Leaving him standing in the hallway. He didn’t quite know what he had expected, you to invite him in? No way, you would never do that. He supposed he wasn’t used to rejection.

Your alarm thankfully went off early in the morning, you had fallen asleep insanely early, you had ordered takeout, too lazy and busy to go out. After multiple years of working in formula one, you had come to accept that you needed to relax on most days, and most likely wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate the cities you stayed in. You woke up early, doing a quick workout in the hotel gym, showering, and preparing yourself for the race. The hotel offered free breakfast, and so you devoured it quickly. You smiled at the mirror, pleased with your pleated white trousers and blue top. You checked your watch, a prized possesion of yours, the gold watch looked expensive, and it was, but it was a hundred dollars, not a few thousand. You had to leave for the race, you smiled, happy at the start of your day, especially compared to your nightmare start the day before. You slipped on nice shoes, and opened the door, doing a double take immediately.

“Seb! What are you doing in my hotel room doorway?” You asked, lips pursed together as you looked at the Red Bull driver, wearing red bull gear, of course.

“You were late yesterday, do you want to be late today taking the fan bus?” Seb asked, raising an eyebrow. You held up your hands in defense.

“I was going to take a normal bus today.” You stated, rolling your eyes.

“Okay well now you get to drive in an Aston Martin.” Seb said with a confident smile. You shrugged, you would go, but Sebastian Vettel would still be annoying, not much could ever change your opinion on him.

For the Bahrain GP, Sebastian was gifted a dark green Aston Martin. You could appreciate a beautiful car, and decided not to slam the door this time. You held your fancy tote bag in your lap, leaning against the seat and feeling a strong sense of deja vu to the end of winter break. Thankfully, you were comfortable in your outfit, and not planning on regretting your time during the first race of the season.

“Do you like dogs or cats?” Seb asked as you reviewed the words in your notebook.

“What?” You asked, wondering if you had misheard Seb. 

“Are you a dog or cat person?” Seb repeated.

“I think I’m a dog person, but my parents had a lot of cats.” You said, still confused by Seb’s sudden change of attitude over the past few weeks. “What about you?”

“Dogs, I don’t like cats.” He replied, eyes focused on the road.

“Are you allergic?” You asked, always wanting to ask questions.

“No, I just don’t like them.” He replied honestly.

“Oh, cool.” You said. You weren’t as fast speaking, and your brain never worked as quickly as when you were working. Those two versions of yourself were very different, you always assumed it was because you often needed a break from formula one. You could sink into another girl, and then become fast talking and thinking on race weeks. A part of you wondered if the people you met in formula one were surprised when you acted differently, wondering if Seb was one of those. You were still smart, and well spoken, but it was different, you didn’t feel the need to prove yourself to the thousands watching formula one when you were on the way to the Grand Prix.

“I think I’ll get a dog when I retire.” Seb told you.

“Why not now?” You asked. “You can get a dogsitter.”

“Yeah but then I wouldn’t be able to hang out with it, and it wouldn’t think of me as its owner.” Seb said. “And that would be sad.”

“My grandma had a little purse dog that she brought with her whenever she was traveling. She said it was a service dog but it was definitely not.” You told him. Maybe you were bordering the lines or over sharing, but you really weren’t sure of how to act during that situation. You couldn’t just start liking Sebastian Vettel because all of the sudden he decided to be nice to you. The two of you made slight small talk on the drive, and arrived in silence. Fans were waiting when Seb parked his car, only a few, but they were there. You  exited the car, trying to seem slightly invisible to the audience Seb held up his hand to help you up, but you stepped up away from him, and began walking away as fast as you could, while still looking normal. You arrived at the paddock, tapping your key card in and waving to a few photographers that you knew. Little did you know they would catch Sebastian sprinting behind you while you looked onward peacefully.

“You ran away from me!” Seb called out, stopping next to you. He hadn’t broken a sweat at all, stupid formula one drivers.

“Yeah, we have separate places to be!” You shouted back. The photographers are still snapping away at photos.

“Where are you going?” Seb asked, brows furrowed together.

“Mclaren.”

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don't need to walk me there!” You exclaimed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t get it, I don’t like you, you’ve been mean to me since I started in formula one, and it’s fucking weird because now you think you can be kinda nice to me. No, you can’t!” 

“I’m just trying to be nicer, okay? I don’t get why you’re so mad about that.” Seb told you.

“I’ll be mad about whatever I want!” You shouted back. You stormed off to the Mclaren garage, and thankfully Seb didn’t follow you, but a teeny tiny part of you wished he had.

You pushed your way through the fellow journalists to take your seat in the second row. Seb, Nico and Jenson sat at the table. Jenson smiled and waved, and you smiled in return, hands too full to wave back. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Seb’s gaze flickering between the two of you. You listened adamantly to the driver's response as to how they had performed. Nico thought he had done a good job pushing to advance, but thought he could have pushed a bit harder. Jenson, the reigning world champion, definitely was expected to achieve more, and Seb, he was mad. He wasn’t showing it very much, but you could tell. Losing three positions might not be terrible if you started out of the points, but from pole? No driver would be happy about that. You were handed the microphone. You weren’t quite sure who you wanted to ask questions to, and you decided on Jenson, a driver you were on speaking terms with, and was nice to you outside of work. Hopefully you wouldn’t ruin that.

“This is for Jenson. Obviously, there is more pressure on you to win a lot of races this year, and rank high on the World Championship. You gained one position this race, and people might argue that last year you could’ve placed higher. Do you think this is the result of driving for Mclaren, is the car better or worse then your car last year? Or is it a driver thing?”

“Obviously it feels different driving for a new car, but I believe I can continue to win and get high results this year.” Jenson that with a smile, you thanked him and passed on the microphone.

“Wait, I have a question for Y/N,” Seb announced. You furrowed your brows and accepted the microphone.

“You can’t wait and ask me later?” You asked, not enjoying being put on the spot in front of millions of watchers. You slightly fixed your posture, and glanced at the camera, and back at Seb.

“I can take you back to the hotel and tell you there.”

“No.” You said straight up. You were planning on treating yourself to a nice dinner, and in that moment was not appreciating seb's actions enough to invite him.

“Well, okay. Then, back to my question, are you going to the Red Bull Gala?”

“I wasn’t invited.” You said with a frown, a small flush creeped up your cheeks. You could never control when you blushed or not, it just happened, and you felt embarrassed, which always made it worse. Why was he doing this? You had stated your opinions earlier and wasn't planning on dealing with this.

“Do you want an invite?” Seb asked. The people watching would certainly see a taken aback journalist, surrounded by other confused journalists flash across the television. You were about to deny the offer, until Nico Rosberg burst out laughing. He pressed his face into his elbows, and Jenson covered his hands with his mouth, holding the laughter in.

“Okay, so . . . ,” You started, not planning on continuing your sentence and handing the microphone over to your fellow journalist. Seb’s eyes fixed on you the whole interview.

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No cause that scene with Kaz and inej had me watching with my jaw open!! Giggling nd kicking my feet.

[x] IMAGINE STEALING KAZ'S CLOTHES AND HE PRETENDS NOT TO NOTICE.

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It had begun when you had been alone at Kaz's office and felt cold. You had been feeling lazy, so you had thought to borrow Kaz's shirt this one time. But you had ended up stealing that shirt. And a few more pieces of clothing after that.

You couldn't help it, you just found so much comfort from his clothes. And especially if they had a faint scent of him. You didn't put his shirt on every day, but when you missed him when he was away, it was a cold day or when you just wanted to have physical comfort from him, you put his shirt on and it kind of felt like he was holding you, even though you couldn't know how it would really feel like.

Today, it was a particulary chilly day and your regular attire didn't feel like enough. You glanced at the drawer where you had hidden some of Kaz's shirts - you knew they wouldn't warm you up any more than your own clothes would, and Kaz was present, so there was a greater risk that he'd catch you. But it was still tempting. You knew he wouldn't lash out on you about that, you still feared that it would feel embarassing for him.

But if you'd hide it well enough, he'd never know. So you slipped Kaz's shirt on, buttoning it up before putting your jacket on and ensuring that the shirt won't show up too much under it. Then you left your room, ready for the new day.

The day went on normally, Kaz was his brooding himself who snapped at Jesper and Nina whenever they made teasing remarks on how his tone of voice changed slightly with you or how his face softened just a bit when he looked at you. Kaz had tried to keep your relationship as a secret from the Crows too at first, but it didn't take long from them to figure it out.

And today, it was the first time you were wearing Kaz's shirt when he wasn't away. You thought you had succeeded in being subtle, that he didn't know, but he knew. Oh, he knew. He had known it since he first saw it when he returned earlier than expected from one of his heists, and suspected it already when three of his shirts were missing. And secretly, he loved it, seeing his shirt under your jacket. For him, it meant that you were fully comfortable around him. And until he would hopefully be better with touch, he was happy that you found physical comfort from his clothes when he couldn't provide it to you yet.

One day, he hoped he'd be able to hold you, but until then... his clothes would do it for him.

A/N: To the requester, thank you for your compliments ❤ And I know you requested a "fic" and probably waited for a longer piece but as much as I love Kaz, I can't keep breaking my own rules to make all my Kaz pieces long when the request is gif imagine-sized because otherwise I could burn myself out with Kaz because people would always assume long pieces even from the vaguest of requests and that would eventually also mirror itself on other characters I don't crush on. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you by not providing a oneshot.

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Pairing: Neteyam x reader

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Summary: Neteyam comes back for you bearing gifts. He then asks you to come outside with him so he can show you around as a guide. You two end up in a clearing and can’t keep your hands off each other. Then you get interrupted…

Warnings: Thigh riding, mention of dick, dirty talk, use of good girl, soft!dom Neteyam which is not OOC

Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: Girl I have no idea what happened, one minute I was going ‘ah Neteyam 🥰” then next thing I knew I was going “ah Neteyam 😏!” I honestly wasn’t planning on writing smut this early but I guess it’s the way it’s gone. IM SO SORRY IF YOU CANT READ NSFW BUT NEXT BIT WON’T BE <3

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SOMETHING SCANDALOUS !!! DANIEL R. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: she was so drawn on him that she couldn't find herself to care where she was. (pt. 3-ish of something watchful and something jealous).

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), based on a request from my ask, use of explicit language, pwp, what is beta reading, unprotected sex (a no no), semi-public sex + mirror sex hehe, oral sex (m receiving) + deepthroat, p in v, exhibitionism + mentions of voyeurism (!!!!), just straight up nasty tbh, degrading ('filthy baby'), mentions lando watching (something jealous), lewis + max + lando + daniel scene at the end.

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note: i know i'm not taking any requests atm but god did i want some exhibitionist!danny. anon, forgive me if this is way below what you've expected but i've done my best xx

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she hadn’t expected herself to act like this. in a club restroom, of all places. 

but she was so drawn and drunk on him that she couldn’t find herself to give a fuck. her mouth humming around his thick cock as daniel exhaled sharply and muttered beneath his breath. 

“fuck, such a good fuckin’ doll f’me,” he swore, his half-lidded eyes peering down at her with nothing but lust. “suckin’ me off in a club bathroom— y’really wanna get caught, huh?” 

her eyes nearly shed tears as she inhaled the last of the oxygen she could consume, the tip of his cock resting at the back of her throat as her tongue swirled on the underside of his cock.

the echoes of daniel’s groaning remained inside the bathroom. the couple were thankful for the privacy of this place— as if this public place was meant to be shagged on by two desperate people. 

“you should see yourself, princess,” daniel moaned as she began bobbing her head, “sucking me off in a bathroom where some drivers can walk into— like you want them to see you.” 

her legs instinctively shut and rubbed against each other, desperately finding a way to scratch the itch in between her legs as she moaned. the vibration of her mouth made him groan deeply. 

“yeah? you really want that huh? filthy baby,” daniel taunted her. “wan’ them to see you? wanna remind them that you’re my filthy girl?” he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from his cock, making her cry quietly at the sharp pain of her roots and the lack of cock on her mouth. 

her skin met the cold marble tiles of the sink, feeling his hands bruising her hips as he slid into her. she let out a shrill cry, his cock bottoming out inside her cunt. 

“god, baby you’re so fuckin’ divine,” daniel thrusted his cock inside her, his length reaching and hitting her sensitive spot repeatedly as she cried in pleasure. “yeah- let it all out. you like this, hm? you like this cock inside of your cunt?”

“fuck- daniel, yes!” she exclaimed, holding onto her dear life as he continued to fuck her from behind.

the australian took a hold of both her arms and held them behind her, watching her tits bounce in front of him with grace and filth that he hadn’t expected to act on.

his hand propped her chin up and tapped on it lightly, “look at you,” he demanded quietly, “open your eyes pretty girl.” 

as if she was in a drunken haze, her lust blown eyes opened and trailed down from her bouncing tits to his cock— her mouth drooling at the sight of it sliding out of her. 

“you like that?” daniel chuckled behind her, nipping at her ear as she mewled. “oh you do. you definitely love that, sweetheart— you are such a filthy thing.” 

“and i thought fuckin’ you in front of lando would cut it,” he cooed mockingly, his pace increasing as she babbled about wanting to cum. “turns out you want more to see you, huh?”

“‘m sure they wouldn’t oppose to that,” daniel continued, “could see all of ‘em eye-fucking you when you wear those fuckin’ dresses to the paddock. pierre hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut about you, either— tellin’ me that you’re hot as fuck. i don’t blame him.”

“and max?” daniel chuckled darkly, “he wants to fuck you too, baby— can you just imagine how it’s gon’ be if he finds out that he can’t have everything he wants just b’cause he’s the champion? i pity the poor man.” 

“maybe lando should warn ‘em,” his cock continued to spear her insides as she screamed silently, her hand holding on to his arm behind her as her cunt throbbed. her walls called for orgasm— yet he continued fucking her like she wasn’t eager to reach her high. “tell ‘em that i’m not the type to share— but to brag, no?” 

“or should we just let them find you here?” he laughed quietly, his mockery turning into a sign of pleasure as he said, “god fuck— baby, cum f’me, yeah? i can feel- god, fuck.”

“fuck danny~” she let out a loud whine, her body reaching her high as she clenched around him. daniel let out a choked moan, his cock twitching and coating her walls white as he reached over to kiss her hard.

the restroom, once filled with filthy words and sounds of desperation and pleasure, fell silent as the music outside continued to be loud enough to cover their heavy breathing. 

but it wasn’t loud enough to not create a scandalous story that was shared amongst the singles of the grid. 

a week after, when daniel arrived before the driver’s pre-race conference began, max and lando gave him a knowing look. the australian returned their expressions with a puzzled one and lewis finally gave up his act and chuckled.

hearing lewis’ laugh, daniel gave them all an annoyed look, “okay, what the fuck is going on?”

max grinned mischievously and leaned against the wall with a smirk. 

“i knew you were into pda,” lando joked, “but i didn’t think you’d go as far as that.” max chuckled at that. 

daniel gave lando a glare. out of all of them, lando shouldn’t be joking about that; not when lando witnessed daniel fuck his girlfriend's brain out before. even the brit knew that but he couldn’t help but laugh.

“we’re just saying,” lewis cleared his throat, “if you wanted us to catch you two so bad, you could’ve just let us join.”

daniel scoffed haughtily, “you fuckin’ wish.” 

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