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Mamma mia, here I go again
Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved.
Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, talk of pregnancy and abortion, pregnancy, mentions of an age gap, mentions of a slightly toxic relationship, descriptions of religious trauma, mentions of homophobia
Word count: 16.6k
A/N: This might be the most unhinged thing I have ever written. Thanks to @seafoampearlygirl @monzamash @curiousthyme @emilielfc @szobosz, without your input and encouragements this fic would've never made it out of the discord server
Schedule: Saturday 10:00CET
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Part 9
Part 10
Epilogue
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my bday month SO I HOPE SOOOO
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ﾟ. June will bring blessings.
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Hi can I get (for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.) with either Sebastian Vettel or Jenson button please 🙏
Dbf!Sebastian Vettel x fem! Reader ft. Jenson Button
Yk i couldn’t decide who i wanted to write this with so i chose both, i hope you don’t mind:)
Warnings?; SMUT, fingering, reader is the daughter of a retired driver! But no names are specified, age gap!(reader is in her twenties), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, teasing, kinda public? Everything happens in a car.
You weren’t expecting to see Jenson in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s two seater Ferrari when it pulled up to the curb of the restaurant.
You had been on a date gone wrong when you called your father’s best friend for a ride, none of your friends had answered and with your parents being out of town he was the last person you could think of.
“Um, seb where am I supposed to sit?” You questioned and your confusion only grew when Jenson opened the passenger door but never got out.
You were met with a smirk from the German as he kept quiet, but Jenson gave you the answer you were looking for as he patted his lap and spoke up.
“Got a perfect seat right here love” the Brit smiled at you.
Butterflies filled your stomach as you thought about it, it wouldn’t be the first time you sat on his lap however last time you were in Sebastian’s living room while the man was between your thighs and Jenson held you open for him.
“Come on honey, we haven’t got all night” Sebastian’s spoke, bringing you out of your thoughts.
You blushed as you took your spot on top of Jenson, your little dress doing nothing to put a barrier between you and his denim covered thighs.
You were tense and Jenson didn’t like it, he could feel you holding back your weight and not relaxing completely into him.
“Calm down love, it’s just us” Jenson whispered into your ear as one of his large hands began to run along your bare thigh.
A smile took over the Blondes face as he felt your body sink into his, releasing a sigh of contentment as he felt your warm body against his.
“So what happened on your date?” Sebastian questioned, one of his hands coming to rest on the thigh closest to him; Jenson’s still on the other.
“Uh, nothing he just wasn’t my type” you breathed shakily as you watched Jenson’s hand slowly move under the skirt of your dress.
“Hm, why’d you go out with him then?”
“W-what do you mean?” You stuttered as Sebastian’s hand joined his friends.
“You said he wasn’t your type, if you knew that why’d you go in the first place darling?” Jenson questioned in your ear, voice deep and accent thick.
“Bec-oh, because he was, shi-He was cute” you whined as Jenson’s hand began to rub you through the lace of your panties.
“Yeah? Why’d you end it early?” Sebastian quipped as his own hand came into contact with your folds, thanks to Jenson removing your panties.
You couldn’t reply, the feeling of his thick fingers teasing your entrance taking all of your concentration.
But Jenson wasn’t having it, “I think he asked you a question bunny” he spoke with a sharp swat to your thigh.
Swallowing thickly you did your best to reply to the Man beside you.
“H-he recognized my last n-name, ah!” you whimpered, hand gripping onto Sebastian’s wrist as two of his fingers entered your core.
“Let me guess he turned out to be an f1 fan and only asked about your dad?.” Jenson spoke.
“Mhm” you sobbed as both their fingers began to work you open, Sebastian’s scissoring inside you while Jenson shamelessly rubbed your clit.
You attempted to buck your hips but they were quickly pushed down by Jenson’s free hand, yearning him a whimper of annoyance.
“Don’t be a brat now Liebling, after all we did cut our dinner short to come and get you” Sebastian tutted, taking his eyes off the hardly filled road for a moment to look over at your breathtaking frame.
The skirt of your dress was pushed up and the panties you once wore were now resting on the floor of his overly expensive car, your pretty sounds getting louder as their fingers didn’t let up.
“Can feel her clenching my fingers so tight, our girls getting close” Sebastian spoke aloud, talking about you like you weren’t even there.
“Please, I-need it, please I’ll be good” you begged them, the pleasure from both of them so overwhelming.
“Oh you poor thing” Jenson said with a faux pout, his free hand coming up to hold you jaw, turning you head to connect your lips in a dirty kiss.
It was filthy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting against each other, and by the time you had pulled away you realized Sebastian was pulling into his private driveway.
And while you had expected them to let up they didn’t, in fact Sebastian sped up his movements as he felt you clenching hard around his fingers.
The sound of squelching from your cunt filled the small car. Sebastian’s fingers coming into contact with the sensitive spot inside you as his fingers continued to fuck you rigorously.
“Seb!-ngh, feels so good” you babbled, head thrown back against Jason’s shoulder as his fingers that had been abusing your clit applied more pressure to the small bud.
“Look so beautiful like this bunny, all spread open for us.” Sebastian cooed.
“Don’t stop please! I need it” you begged both men, your pathetic pleads going right into Jensons ear.
“Oh you need it huh? I’m not sure honey. Already had to leave our dinner because you got bored with some jerk, why should we give you anything else?” Jenson tutted behind you.
“No, no, please-Jenson please let me come, I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner” You sobbed as the heat in your lower stomach got stronger and stronger.
“Hmm, I guess we’ll accept your apology. Go on and come for us pretty girl.” Sebastian encouraged.
Their fingers worked together to get you over the edge, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as your body shook.
Your thighs quivered as you soaked Sebastian’s fingers in your release, both men’s eyes gleaming with pride as they watched you come down from your high.
Jenson had slightly repositioned you so you could now face Sebastian, just in time to watch him slip his covered fingers into his mouth; moaning at the taste of you.
A gasp came from you as Jenson ran his fingers through your folds so he could get his own taste of your release.
“Taste so good darling” he smiled down at you.
“Wanna taste?” Sebastian asked.
With a small nod you leaned forward expecting him to slip his fingers into your mouth, however one of his large hands wrapped around your throat and pulled your lips to his.
You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself, his tongue running along yours as your lips moved together.
“I think it’s time we take you inside and fuck you properly, what’d you think?”
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“I need a haircut from your mom”
“Whenever you want, whenever you want”
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Sweet sugar
Sugar daddy!Jenson Button x female!sugar baby!reader
Summary - Everyone thinks Jenson would make the hottest sugar daddy, but what they don’t know is that he is one step ahead of them already
Warning - implied sugar daddy/baby relationship, age gap, swearing
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Jenson Button you could be a sugar daddy! OMFG!!!
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New wag!! Y/n L/n, a uni student, was spotted in Melbourne with ex racing driver Jenson Button. Jenson is also seen in the likes of her latest post. Thing is she’s 21 years old and Jenson is 43 years old, is this some sort of sugar daddy/baby relationship?? 🤔🤔
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Secrets out oh well, now I get to show off my sweet sugar 🥰
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WET DREAMZ.
pairings: sebastian vettel x reader. lewis hamilton x reader. jenson button x reader. nico rosberg x reader. fernando alonso x reader.
summary: when you move next door to a hot single dad, you take it upon yourself to seduce him. too bad for you that he uncovers your plan. you’re not exactly subtle.
warnings: sexual content. like most of this is straight up smut. mdni. explicit mentions of f!reader’s body parts. charles cameo in nico’s! implied cheating in fernando’s.
author’s note: i woke up in a fugue and wrote this as i ignored all of my adult responsibilities. show it some love <3 also no beta. we die like men.
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SEBASTIAN VETTEL ✿
when your company allowed you to work remotely, you moved into a smaller village on the outskirts of germany. your family and friends weren’t too happy with your decision to move but with the current economic state of your country at the moment, it was great for your bank account.
your house was a modest affair, with three bedrooms but a gorgeous kitchen that gave you direct visual access into your neighbour’s backyard. the same neighbour who knocked on your door when you first moved in, with a jar of honey and some eggs as a housewarming gift. he was covered with a light sheen of sweat that would have seemed disgusting on anyone else. he introduced himself in german and switched to lightly accented english when he saw your confusion.
he’d sometimes pass you when he was walking his dog, or cycling to the farmer’s market. he’d make his kids wave hello as he’d pick them up and drop them off at their mother’s. he’d take your cakes when you’d exhausted your baking hobbies and would burst if you’d have another slice. he’d grin and smile bashfully when you told him you’d made one just the way he’d liked it.
as you watch him, he turns around and waves at you. a big grin splitting his face as you wave back. you’re so fucked. you spent an hour on facetime last night with your best friends as you went through the pros and cons of fucking your hot neighbour.
the cons outweighed the pros mostly, if it went badly you could lose access to the free gifts he’d bring by occasionally or his help when he would have a look at your car when it started spluttering when you needed to buy groceries. it would be weird too. aren’t adults supposed to be on good terms with their neighbours?
it didn’t stop you from you asking him if you could wait out the storm in his house instead of yours as all the lights had gone out and when he kissed you, you were shocked. you hadn’t needed to come up with a plan to seduce him into wanting you, because he already did.
he had you spread over his lap, his ring finger and his middle finger already in your centre. the sounds of your arousal filling the room as you fucked yourself against his digits. he smiled into the crook of your neck before kissing it.
“i knew you were this desperate for it,” he hums, his german accent thicker as he pressed his thumb lightly against your clit. he’s teasing you, and normally you’d be okay with it. playing this mutual game of cat and mouse but not when you’re this desperate to get off. “it’s okay. because i was desperate for it too.”
your eyes roll back as you reach your peak.
LEWIS HAMILTON ᯽
after your promotion, you decide to treat yourself to a summer home in monaco. it’s a flat in an expensive complex, with a pool, a gym and even a spa. you’d spend many days relaxing and enjoying the amenities or shopping with the bonus money that your boss had bestowed upon you for sealing a contract with one of the biggest businesses in your country. this was your time to relax.
yet, you couldn’t relax. as you finished your daily workout - yes you now had the time - you saw the hottest man in your entire life walk past you in a loose gym set. embarrassingly, you were filling up your water bottle which overflowed and covered you with the excess. thank god he didn’t see.
you hadn’t been much of a femme fatale, you were more of a business woman in your head. your sister told you that there wasn’t much difference between the two, just that the femme fatale chose a different line of business. it was that comment that encouraged you to start your plan of seduction.
it wasn’t working, even when you wore your best gym outfit, the one that made your ass look incredible, or when you attempted to bump into him at the complex’s coffee shop in the cute two piece that exposed your best assets. it seemed like he disappeared.
until he knocked at your door at the middle of the day, you opened it to see him dressed in a suit. for a selfish second, your thoughts drifted to him wearing this for you.
“do you mind watching my dog? roscoe is in a mood today and my usual dogsitter is busy. i have a meeting that is impossible for me to get out of. you’ll be doing me a big favour.” oh. he was british.
you smile at him, as graciously as you can. thanking god that you had just come back from brunch with the girls, so your hair and makeup were still done. you told him all about how much you love dogs and you wouldn’t mind at all watching his fur baby! you were a lovely neighbour after all.
he repaid the favour later anyways, on his knees and in between your legs. he pulls down your underwear, you had shaved in anxious preparation for this moment, your arousal leaving a stain against the fabric. he pressed his thumb against your folds before licking a stripe between them. his tongue flicking against you, as you pressed down harder on his face.
your moans were loud and unapologetic. you had a gorgeous man between your thighs, eating you out like this was his calling. he grinned at you, his face drenched in your juices. you groaned and put your hands on his braids.
now this was a holiday.
JENSON BUTTON ☆
moving to the big city was supposed to be a shock, but you took to it gracefully like a duck to water. london wasn’t the nicest to everyone but it took a liking to you. you bought a house with your best friend in a family neighbourhood with low crime rates and a high chance of getting more money when you’d both inevitably sell it in the future.
it was walkable which you loved. you could walk less then ten minutes to go shopping. you had come back with a few shopping bags when you accidentally bumped into your neighbour who was coming back from picking up his daughters. he laughs at the action as he apologises and gives a hand out for you to shake.
“i’m jenson. sorry about that, these two usually have me run off my feet!” he points at his two daughters who have already ran insider the house. “it’s like they’re my parents.”
after shaking your hand, he takes his cap off and runs a hand through his slightly greying hair. he’s wearing a pair of shorts with a loose t-shirt. it is almost summertime but the weather in london had a mind of its own. sunny one day, rainy the next and freezing for both. but jenson didn’t seem to mind the cold.
you introduce yourself and he listens intently until you realise that you have to go. there is frozen food in the bags and jenson’s daughters are calling for their post-school snack. but after that meeting, you always time your post shopping trip for when jenson comes back with the girls. your roommate/best friend doesn’t protest when you insist on the shopping being your chore but she does give you a sideways glance when she sees you chatting with jenson again on the step.
one night, you’ve come back from a date. it went awfully as per usual, although london seemed to love you and want you, the men didn’t seem to. you’re home late, when you rummage in your purse and swear loudly. you brought the wrong purse! you could call your roommate but she sleeps like the dead and probably wouldn’t answer. you’re thinking of breaking through the window when a voice calls at you.
“y/n?” jenson grins at you. “are you alright?”
after a moment, and a few minutes of arguing that you’re fine to sleep in the bushes, you’re inside jenson’s home. dressed in a pair of his old clothes. he hands you a cup of tea and puts down a packet of biscuits next to it.
“so, are you going to tell me why i caught you dressed to the nines and attempting to break through a window?” he’s trying to sound stern but he’s smiling as he says it.
“bad date,” you start and smile ruefully, taking a sip of tea. “forgot my keys and well, at least you caught me before i did any damage.”
he laughs. you laugh too but not before realising that there are probably kids sleeping in the house. you bring this up to jenson who waves off your concern.
“the girls are at their mum’s. it’s just us. don’t worry. you can be as loud as you’d like.”
you end up being very loud as you lay on his very comfortable bed. he’s tapping himself again the hood of your clit as you squirm breathless from the earlier orgasm he gave you. he smiles at you, leaning up to kiss you as he slides in, swallowing your gasps as he kisses you firmer.
“you know how long i’ve dreamt of having you like this?” he asks. you shake your head, moaning again as he fucks you harder. “since the first day you bumped into me, in that little fucking skirt. dreamt of bending you over and having you like this. anyway you’d let me. would you?”
you nod, voice locked in your throat as he mouths at your tits. he smiles at your willingness.
“good. we have the entire weekend to ourselves. let’s see how many times i can get you to cum. hmm?” you squeeze yourself around him as you have your first orgasm. your cunt spasming as he gently pulls out. he lets you rest against him for a moment, taking a deep breath as he runs a hand down your back.
“now that’s number one. keep count for me darling, okay?”
NICO ROSBERG 𑁍
you weren’t a yacht person. when your university friend had begged you to come home with her for the holidays, you hadn’t expected the family party to be held on a yacht. this was out of your tax bracket.
it seemed like everyone in monaco was right. the casual displays of wealth and decadence made you sick at times. thinking about how the money that went to buying that birkin bag could have made a change in someone’s life. then you think about how you’re wearing a custom gown on a friend’s yacht and realise that you’re now part of the problem.
a bonus about being in monaco, was that the men were gorgeous. your friend’s older brother charles was handsome with dimples and a gorgeous accent. if he hadn’t been in a relationship with a supermodel, you would have been all over that. thankfully, there was more eye candy in the city. your friend’s father had a business partner that was in their house more often then not.
he was blond, blunt and pretty in all the ways an older man could be. when he looked at you, you felt like the world could burn at your feet. he had also been on the yacht at the same time as you. drinking champagne, mingling with family and investors as you ate canapés and watched the sky.
“is it boring you?” he asks, as you turn around. he was dressed in a loose linen shirt, light coloured trousers with his shirt open just enough to see the smooth skin underneath. “can’t believe she brought you to a work event.”
“it’s fine. there are worse places to be.” you respond. you take a sip of champagne and you both ignore the fact he watches the sip go down. he takes note of the way that you’re still looking in the direction of charles and his girlfriend, the two still wrapped around each other.
“you’ve fallen for the charles charm?” he says, smiling as he sits across from you. he puts his ankles up on the table like he owns it, which he probably does. you can tell a lot from a person’s body language, and his is telling you that he’s used to getting what he wants. “it’s a shame. another pretty girl lost in his eyes. want another drink?”
“pretty girl?”
he nods, blue eyes darkening as he looks at you over the rim of his drink.
“would you want me to show you how pretty i think you are?”
so that’s how you find yourself bent over the sink in the bathroom at a yacht party, your pretty dress bunched up at the waist as he presses his fingers inside you. scissoring them to stretch you wider.
“is this what you imagined he’d do to you?” he asks, voice curious. “that he’d go down on you in one of the bedrooms? he’d let you go down on him? that he’d split you open with his cock as we all walked around upstairs?”
you sob as he talks you through it, mascara running down your cheeks. how are you going to explain to your best friend that you fucked her dear precious uncle nico while talking about her brother. he grinds his palm against your clit as he stands up and gags your mouth with his fingers.
“can’t be too loud honey, don’t want them to hear you.”
FERNANDO ALONSO ꩜
spain was a big adventure for you and your boyfriend. the two of you made the decision to move for a few months to his grandfather’s home to help redesign the place. it was slightly run down but nothing that you couldn’t fix. the goal was to rebuild it in order to sell it off.
however, you hadn’t foreseen that this would effectively destroy what relationship you had with your boyfriend. he insisted on not signing the place under your name despite you also funnelling funds into the rebuilding of the house. after another argument, you decide to take a break. wearing a bikini, and armed with nothing besides water, sunscreen and a good book, you make your way into the backyard. sunning yourself to at least gain something from all the money you’ve put in, even if its just a tan and a relaxing afternoon.
“you’re the new neighbour?” a voice calls out, as he leans against the fence that separates your property. you knew the next door neighbour had kids, you could hear them playing occasionally in the summer sun as you painted. you didn’t know they had a hot dad. that’s new information. he smiles at you. “it’s been a while since there has been a young person. the old man who lived here has been here since before i was even born. you’re his kid?”
“no,” you laugh. “he’s my boyfriend’s grandfather. i’m just here as a cash cow apparently.”
your voice turns a little bitter but why wouldn’t you be? you have put in the same amount of time and effort as he has onto this place and now you’re not getting anything back. court is an option but it’ll drain even more of your bank account.
“why is that?” he asks, head tilted as he looks at you.
you end up spilling everything to him. about the house, the money, the contract that has your name redacted. in return, he tells you that his name is fernando and the kids you always hear playing in his back garden aren’t his but rather his nieces and nephews. it’s nice listening to him speak, with the heavy spanish lilt to his accent. he is the first person in a while who has just listened to your grievances so when he asks you inside for a drink, you don’t hesitate. grabbing your wraparound skirt, you follow him inside.
less then ten minutes later, you’re on his lap, as he presses his mouth against your tits. enveloping one nipple in his mouth while his fingers move to play with your other one. you grind down harder against him, feeling your clit brush against the hard muscle of his thigh. your bottoms are soaked with your arousal as you lean closer and bite his shoulder to stay quiet. he leans away from you for a moment, as your eyes widen worried that you’ve done something wrong.
“don’t be quiet hermosa, let him hear it,” he grins up at you then leans in for a kiss. “isn’t that most of the fun?”
author’s note: sorry y’all idk what came over me.
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"the hottest thing a man could do is drive one-handed, palming the stirring wheel."
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vettel nation i beg you to drop me fic ideas bc the ones i’m having are smutty ones and i’m on finals season (i study in a catholic university)
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"i mean i name my car but, its not like i stroke her—" - sebastian vettel 2017 chinese gp
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Sebastian Vettel Driving Senna's Historic 1993 Mclaren MP 4/8 2024 vs Sebastian Vettel F1 2013 Indian GP
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SEBASTIAN VETTEL NATION WAKE UP HE IS ALREADY IN ITALY, ALIVE AND HANDSOME AF
📸: ristorantemontana on ig
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paddock bunny!
... or when you *teasingly* ask the drivers to sign on a pretty canvas. (dilfs version // slc verse)
sebastian
sebastian's grin could be pictured from a mile away as he uncaps the pen, "just my signature?" he asks, his tone playful and suggestive.
"i could write you an essay. i feel quite inspired right now..." the ferrari driver says in a cheeky quip, while you giggled at him.
"just the name, superstar." you reply, tilting your head at him amusedly. sebastian smilingly writes his name down, his strokes were slow and deliberate. sebasti.. he was gonna let the pen do all the working while his eyes drifted from your soft skin to..
"so, are you around here often?"
"why? you wanna feel me up more?"
sebastian whips his head so fast you heard a miniscule pop from it. you reel back from his proximity, overwhelmed by his closeness and his— oh, he smelled so good. you've always loved armani on him.
"say that again, hase." he utters in a hoarse voice.
"tu m'as fait peur, sebastian. you act like you haven't seen me naked." you yelp as he quickly wraps his arms around you, smothering you in kisses all over your chest and neck. "seb!" you garbled as you threw your head back laughing, feeling ticklish from his overgrown stubble.
"sometimes it's even too vivid, darling..." the german grins at you suggestively, as he expertly takes the ferrari jacket away from you. "but everytime, it's not enough until i get my hands on the real thing."
fernando
"anything for my favorite girl..." fernando hums with a cheeky smile, his fingers playing with one of the buttons of your blouse, "liked the race so far, hermosa?" he asks you casually, his gaze flicking back and forth to your chest and to your face— watching your expression closely.
"hmmm. thought the podium finish deserved some fanfare." you say lightly, to which he chuckles. "you having fun there?" you pat his hand that casually rested a touch away from your chest.
"very." he answers shamelessly, licking his lips as if he were a kid on a candy shop.
jenson
"jenson..." you call out to him, amused at seeing him so focused.
"shush, love." jenson replies absentmindedly, bending his pen to write his full number. "i'm writing a masterpiece, on a masterpiece."
"hey picasso, those look like numbers to me!" you hear the yell of his engineer who casually walked past his driver room, followed by cheers and laughter of his team, who, despite being unaware of what was happening inside; were already familiar with the usual shennanigans jenson was usually up to.
"what do you know about art, you uncultured swine!" jenson shouts back playfully, kicking the door close while you'd threw your head back in laughter.
"now where were we..." he tilts his head to look at his masterpiece, smirking. "let me write on—" you smacked his head upside down.
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prompt: max verstappen + sugar + soft dark + virgin reader & size kink with “just the tip”
"max!" you cry out in surprise as he rocked his hips, his thrusts were rough and hard, making your legs tremble around his.
max grunts on top of you, slotting his mouth to silence your protests. he was unable to stop himself from holding onto that hushed promise he had told you, "just the tip, baby." hands lifting your pristine night gown, and to stuffing his swollen tip in your tight weepy hole.
you threw your head back, huffing out a moan and a whimper, "that's my good girl." max hisses, fingers circling your button, "i'll make you feel good. i'll treat you well, sugar." he promises, placing a wet kiss on your neck as you aquinted from pleasure.
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prompt: sebastian vettel + sugar + dark + brat who has been teasing him all day, nsfw, age gap
"daddy..." you hiccup, resting your chin on sebastian's knee. you'd soaked his trousers with your tears, and spit, and he'd faked a pout at your pathetic whines, "always been a cry baby, aren't you, sugar?" sebastian teases you, making your eyes sting more. yet you still made hands at him for comfort, knowing nobody else could soothe you like he does.
but he had a steel for a heart, and an even firmer hand when it comes to disciplining his girl.
"i'm sorry, sorry. p-please forgive me, won't do it again." you sniffled, doe eyes looking up at him, "daddy, i want—"
"brats don't deserve anything." sebastian chastised you, cupping your face, "coulda have everything sugar. could have had you right here on my desk, arching your back while i eat your sweet pussy.. but you had to play with yourself while daddy's in a meeting, huh." his grip on your jaw tightened, and you whimpered.
"i just w-want..."
"want what? greedy slut. didn't teach you to be a whore, did i? opening your legs and playing with your cunt... what if they heard you? you want jenson to hear, sugar? or is it lewis? you wanna let them see how pretty daddy's slut is?" sebastian chides you, but his words only made you shift in your place, uncomfortably wet and dripping. sebastian knows you best, and he was playing with you. "no way, sugar. i'm not touching you until you learn your lesson well."
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Doing justice for mark... Can you write mafia mark? PLEASE i'm in love with that man
A/N: Mark with a baby, hope that's okay
He knew it was stupid, to be married with a baby. Mark knew that he just placed the biggest targets ever on the two people that made up his world. Mark was stupid, he never should've chased after you, and he should've said no when you asked for a child.
Sitting outside he watches as his baby boy giggles under the sprinkler and you laughing as your 3 year old tries to follow on his little chubby legs. Mark wishes he could join, but right now he needs to deal with the enemy that threatened you both.
Your laughter fills the backyard, Mark unable to stop himself as you laugh and run around, your baby getting upset but then laughing loudly when the water sprays him. His heart aches, but he snaps back when he hears what the enemy said they'd do to you, and his little boy.
"Daddy!" Mark looks down as his little boy, who holds his arms up, Mark doesn't even care he's wearing a gucci suit, he picks up his boy and holds him close kissing the wet hair as he giggles and cuddles closer into his father's chest. "Sir," His right hand says, making a pointed look and Mark sighs placing his baby right back down. "Nooo," he whines, and Mark sighs touching those chubby cheeks, as you watch from the yard.
"Buddy, go back to Mummy, I'll play in a little bit," You sigh, knowing that Mark rarely said no, so it had to be something important. "Sebastian, stop bothering Daddy!" Sebastian whines but turns and runs back towards you, giggling when the sprinkler hits him straight in the face and falls.
Snorting, Mark shakes his head. Just like his name's sake. Mark turns back, ignoring the very large wet patch on his side where his baby hugged him. "Okay, that's enough," Mark whispers unable to listen to anymore. "Sorry, sir." His men whisper as they look at the picture of nothing but love.
"Leave, deal with them, I don't care, but don't tell my wife, please," Mark whispers, his men nodding knowing that you and Sebastian made him weak.
Mark watches as the men leave, and he turns his attention back on you and the baby. Standing he slides his shoes off and then his jacket leaving him in a white under shirt and the pants. Sebastian notices and squeals loudly running to meet him, tripping and falling, grass sticking to him as he laughs loudly and you snort, Mark scooping him up.
It was stupid to have a family, but he didn't care, he'd die to protect them.
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