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SOMETHING REUNITED !!! SEBASTIAN V. X FEM!READER! X MARK W. (18+)
summary: sometimes a cat-and-mouse game of three can last longer than intended.
content warning: smut below the cut (minors dni), explicit language, mfm threesome, dom!sebastian and dom!mark (mentions rbr!mark and rbr!seb), multi 21, oral sex (m receiving) + deepthroat + facefucking, dumbification if you squint hard enough, double penetration + spitroast, praise kink, size kink-esque, age gap (with mark), unprotected sex (NOT RECOMMENDED)
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even ten years later, she still had them chasing after her.
working with red bull was anything but easy for her back in 2012, being a 22 years old woman and all. women in motorsports were something of a relatively new topic back then and when she made her presence known in the milton keynes factory, she would have expected things to be hard for her.
well… it was hard for her for a brief moment until a certain australian and german molded her into something more bold, giving her the attention and validation she desired.
yet she persisted, thinking of them as people who merely wanted her to feel comfortable in the formula one field. she didn’t think much of it before.
until malaysia 2013 happened. sebastian vettel won after he stopped following a team order, causing mark webber his p1 and in the process the ‘multi 21’ controversy occurred.
she was there to witness all of that - from mark’s radio to sebastian’s interview post-race, even their cooldown room segment. she was there.
that was also the same night mark finally snapped and bent her over his hotel room bed, with her allowing mark to fuck the frustration out of himself while she whined and cried about how big he was— and how full she felt.
it didn’t take long for sebastian to hear her whimpering and her pleading, as his room was situated next to mark’s. the german driver came knocking on mark’s door, and sebastian found his cock in her mouth and his hands gripping her hair.
mark, ever the dominant man that he was, demanded the woman to suck the race winner’s cock and condescendingly told sebastian it was a ‘congratulatory gift’ from the australian.
that was the last night they’ve ever seen each other in the same bed, but they saw each other a lot in the paddock.
in 2014, mark left for world endurance while sebastian continued to chase after her - to which she explicitly stated that she wasn’t going to do it again. but sebastian pursued her continuously anyway.
now, in 2023, both men were retired but they always found themselves coming back to the paddock or the pit lane. mark webber had been managing a driver who was a rookie this year, while sebastian couldn’t find himself to leave the scene as he was newly retired.
both had excuses, but no one really knew the real reason why they kept coming back. no one knew but themselves… and her.
the ten year build up led to her hotel room by the suzuka track, her tits were splayed out and pinched and caressed by both men and her knicker becoming more damp as they continued to tease her. she uttered nothing but a pitiful sigh, something that had both men groaning in delight.
“god, i fuckin’ miss that whining of yours, baby,” mark nipped her ear, his greying stubble grazing her neck and his grubby fingers nestling themselves between her legs. “miss the way you fuckin’ plead. you miss being handled like this, don’t you?”
sebastian chuckled darkly, his hand finding itself stabilizing her chin as he examined her desperate face. “and you thought those men you’ve been fucking were fulfilling your needs,” sebastian’s german accent thickened as he gave her an amused smile, “we’ve been waiting for this for ten years, liebe.”
it was a blur, having to figure out how she went from sinking down to her knees and choking on sebastian’s cock as the tip hit the back of her throat. she could feel a lot of things.
this included mark’s hand that held her hair up and bobbed her head back and forth. mark crooned sweetly and praised her, “there we go. that’s a good girl. keep sucking his cock like that, baby. you’re doing so good for him.”
mark nearly laughed when he watched her knees close and clench, fascinated at her submissive state as his eyes looked at her teary ones.
sebastian’s usually-bright-blue eyes were darkening as her mouth took in mark’s length, watching the way her tongue swirled around the aussie’s tip before her nose grazed the hipbone of the older man.
mark let out a guttural groan, feeling his tip at the back of her throat as she skillfully took him in. he let out a string of curses before he muttered, “good girl. keep sucking me off like that. ‘m gonna fuck this throat of yours, hm?” he peered down at her, waiting for her go ahead and witnessing her nod.
sebastian smirked as mark’s hips began to snap forward, lewd sounds of liquid escaping her barely empty mouth as she continued to indulge in mark’s cock.
“she can take us both so well,” sebastian crooned to the girl, stroking his cock at the same pace mark fucked her mouth with his length.
a few snaps of his hips after, mark finally pulled her mouth away and allowed her to breathe. she panted heavily, looking up at the towering man and still kneeling before them.
“think you can take both of us, schatz?” sebastian asked the woman as if she couldn’t comprehend a word anymore. her bruised throat didn’t tell them anything, earning an amused laugh from mark and sebastian. she was already fucked out and she only sucked their cocks.
mark could remember how desperate she was to suck him off after his loss at malaysia, wanting to please him after he grew frustrated with sebastian’s refusal of order in the track. all mark could think about was how ten years later he was going to feel her again. perhaps even better this time.
sebastian laid on the bed, gesturing for the woman to sit on his cock.
mark’s hand helped the woman up before slapping her ass, his mouth letting out a smirk when she let out a soft sigh at the impact.
soon, she sat on sebastian’s lap, sinking down on his cock as she let out a moan, “oh fuck…”
she adjusted, allowing herself to bounce on sebastian’s cock for a moment before she felt mark move and settle behind her. a splatter of lube escaped its bottle as mark spread it generously, in the process his fingers prodded her back hole as she let out a soft whine.
mark fucked her with his fingers while sebastian continued to thrust slowly, making her writhe and cry out for the two of them. they really had missed this— her pitiful and pleading moan. they missed making her cry like she hadn’t been fucked hard before.
“mm… so fuckin’ tight,” mark whispered in her ear, pulling his hand away to stroke his cock and lubricate it.
she nearly collapsed on top of sebastian when mark’s cock entered her slowly, both she and mark letting out loud moans. she felt so full while mark felt like she was hugging his cock tightly.
“fuck, mark!” she exclaimed, her head nuzzling sebastian’s shoulder for a moment as she babbled, “so fucking big. god, you’re so fucking big!”
“you’re so tight for us, schatz,” sebastian murmured and kissed her temple sweetly. “so fragile, we can barely fit ourselves in your holes.”
“seb,” she whimpered as she muttered, “‘m so full.”
“i know you are, bebe,” sebastian said, humouring her submissive state while mocking her in the process, “you’re so full that you can’t think anymore, hm? all you can do is be a good girl for us because you’re already fucked out.”
mark groaned loudly, now moving languidly alongside sebastian as the two men thrusted in and out of her holes. she couldn’t do much, she couldn’t even reminisce because of the sensations that she’s lost all thanks to their dominance and their primal urge to fuck her endlessly.
“you miss this, baby?” mark whispered heatedly, now moving rougher as she cried out their names. “missed this body of yours.”
“you had us running after you for years,” sebastian smirked, “now you’re a putty in our hands. such a shame you made us wait this long.”
“it’s a good thing we caught you eventually,” mark added as his eyes found her hands clawing at sebastian’s bare chest while she whined and squirmed in pleasure.
“because we’re gonna make sure you’re not gonna slip away anymore. gonna make sure you’re ours. gonna make sure everyone knows you’re ours — we’re gonna fuckin’ ruin every man for you like we did in 2013.”
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A New Term
Professor!Mark Webber x Fem!Reader
Warnings: age gap (mark is in his 40s, reader is early 20s), taboo content!! - professor x college student, worried mark, sharing a cookie, suggestive behaviour from mark, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), bruising but in a sexual context, cum play, finger sucking.
Word Count: 2,379
Author's Note: mark always had professor vibes to me, he's so dilf.
merry smutmas series
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You send your professor an email over the winter break and the man wonders why you’re still working, urging you to come out and relax like everyone else.
The end of semester assignment kept you up way past your bedtime, the one question kept you on your toes. Your hand passed through your hair while you searched through your email for your professor's email.
Instead of using your winter break to unwind like most of your classmates, you were cracking out assignment after assignment, trying to get as much done as possible - that way you can focus on the exams when you return from the winter break.
The tab open to send your physics professor an email.
Dear Professor Webber,
I hope you're having a nice winter break and I hope I'm not disturbing you.
I had a question regarding the final assignment you gave out prior to the break; the last part of the assignment doesn't line up with the rest.
I'm not sure if I'm misunderstanding something along the way but it doesn't seem to make any sense. Hopefully you can provide me with some clarification?
Hoping to hear from you soon and again, I do apologize if this was a disturbance to your break.
Thank you,
Y/n L/n.
You shut the tab, sitting there for a bit as you tried to go back over your notes and make sense of the assignment, hoping you could figure it out in case Professor Webber doesn't answer anytime soon.
There's a ping sound coming from your laptop, the screen lighting up as you get a response from your professor.
Dear Y/n,
You're never a bother, you know my email is always open to my students, especially one as sweet and smart as you.
I hope you're getting some rest during this break and not overworking yourself.
As for your question about the assignment, I've looked it over and I see that there are some errors, I will have to email the other students and let them know. Thank you for pointing it out but if you'd still like to go over the assignment, how about we meet up sometimes? Perhaps tomorrow around 4 if you're free? I'll be in town.
Let me know, please do get some rest at some point.
All the best,
Professor Mark Webber,
Department of Physics.
You feel your cheeks heat up at the praise, something that happens often in the presence of your favourite physics professor. You send him back a quick response.
Hi professor,
Thank you for the quick response, I promise I am getting some rest. I would like to finish up what I can over the break so I can focus on exams come January.
Tomorrow at 4 would be great, how about we meet at the coffee shop around the corner from campus?
Thanks,
Y/n.
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Four o'clock had come and passed, you had been there since 3:30, working away on your assignment. You occupied a booth in the back, your laptop in front of you, backpack tossed next to you and your notes and textbooks scattered all over the table.
Your head was buried in your textbook, searching for a certain passage to quote in your essay. Mark had entered the coffee shop and spotted you in the back corner.
His hand reached over, gently prying the textbook out of your hand. The action startled you for a moment but you relaxed when you saw who was across from you.
"Hi professor," you smiled, closing the tab on your laptop. Mark smiles at you, "please, we're not in class, y/n. You can call me Mark."
You nod, "okay Mark." Your nose scrunched, making a face. "Yeah no, that seems weird," you giggled, watching as he shut your textbook and left it on the table.
Mark says, "have you slept?"
"What?" You asked him, confused.
"You look tired, I hope you're not overworking yourself."
"Oh no," you shook your head, "I'm fine."
Mark nods, "fine, if you say so. Let me buy you a coffee - or rather not, you seem to have already had your coffee fill for the day." He glances at the two empty mugs on the table.
There's a small smile on your face, "yeah perhaps coffee wouldn't be the smartest idea."
"Something else then?" He suggested and you hum, "maybe a chocolate chip cookie? oh and maybe apple juice?"
Mark chuckles, nodding as he slides out of his seat. You watch as he walks the counter, ordering what you wanted and a coffee for himself before returning to the table.
You thank him, eating your cookie quietly as you searched for the pages you had written out with your assignment on it. You catch Mark staring at you, you figured it was just cause you looked frazzled or perhaps you had chocolate on your face.
You hadn't realized that the man was simply looking at you in adoration, you never thought that he'd see you in that way.
"What??" You asked, looking at him. You passed a hand over your lips, "is there something on my face?"
He shook his head, " no, you're perfect.. as always."
You smiled, cheeks flushed red. "Would you like a piece?" You held your cookie out to the man, assuming that he'd break a piece of it off but he leans over, taking a bite of the cookie.
Setting the cookie down, you take a sip of your juice and finally find the pages you were looking for. Mark listens as you explain your concerns to him, the man helping you sort through your issues with the assignment. Mark goes as far as to help you edit what you have so far.
"Is that all?" He asks, watching as you pack your things into your bag. "Yeah, that was it. Thank you so much for your help, professor."
"No trouble at all, sweetheart." He smiles, the two of you stand and head towards the exit. It wasn't until you got there that you realized the rain had come down.
You didn't live far from the coffee shop, about a 10 minute walk but you did happen to forget your umbrella at home that day.
"Are you walking?" Mark asks and you nod, "it's not that far."
"Please, it's pouring, y/n. Let me drive you home."
"I've imposed on your afternoon for long enough, you don't have to do that."
Mark shakes his head, "I cannot, in good conscience, leave you to walk in the rain. Let me drive you home, I'm offering so you're not imposing."
You give in, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you to his car. It's black inside and out, the leather matching the colour of the paint and the smell was beyond manly - exactly like your professor.
With your directions, he drives you back to your place. The rain pouring down on the car, the heavy rain drops make a sound as it hits the glass. "Thank you for the ride," you tell him, glancing over at him.
"Wait a moment, won't you? I'm sure the rain will settle in the moment. I don't want you to get your beg wet and ruin all your work," he says, the words coming out innocently enough.
You nod, watching as the rain drips down the windows. You feel something warm on your thigh, glancing down you see Mark's hand resting there. It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, not noticing his hand slipping a bit higher.
"You know, you really should get some rest, sweetheart. Try and relax. You deserve it after all your hard work."
You nod, "I'll try."
He smiles, leaning into you as you look over at him. "Good girl."
The words hit you exactly where he expected them too, watching you shift in your seat. "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"
"N-no, sir."
He hums, a smirk playing on his lips as he moves closer; you can smell his cologne, the mint of his toothpaste, the coffee from not too long ago. Mark closes the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours.
As much as you enjoyed the feeling, you froze - your brain screaming no, big red letters flashing in your head but you ignored them.
Mark senses your hesitancy, pulling away from you. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's.." You pause for a moment, "it's fine. Do you want to come in?" You asked him, hoping he says yes otherwise you'd probably have to bury your head in shame.
Mark nods, the man following you up the stairs and into your apartment. "Sorry for the mess," you tell him as you unlock the door, stepping in to take your shoes off.
He looks around, confused as to where the mess would be. The place was spic and span, not a single thing out of place. Your apartment is decorated like one of those Hallmark movies, Christmas tree in the corner by the window, garland wrapped around whatever it could be, even the throw pillows on your couch were festive.
"Where's the mess, sweetheart?"
You nod towards the one singular mug that was on the coffee table, "I forgot it there last night."
Mark can't help but laugh. "That's a single cup, y/n. Most uni students live in shitty apartments with beer bottles and weed. This place is a palace compared to everywhere else."
You smile, walking further into your apartment. "Would you like something to drink?"
Mark senses your nervousness, resting his hands on your arms. "Relax, y/n. It's fine."
You visibly let out a breath, holding onto the man as he walks you to the couch. He sits you down, his hand now cupping your jaw when he leans down to kiss you.
"Will you let me help you relax?" He whispers against your lips and you nod, not having to think about it for once.
The clothes are tossed all over the living room, you’re leaning on the arm rest of the couch in your panties when Mark kisses you again.
The man drops down to his knees in front of you, your legs over his shoulder and he kisses down your calf, to your thigh before he gets to your pussy. You lift your hips, letting him take your panties off, tossing it along with the other clothes.
His nose brushes against your clit, his tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair.
Mark’s hand on your hip rocks you back and forth slightly, just enough that he can hear his name fall from your lips. “Mark- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again.
The sound of his name rolling off your tongue was enough to make his cock twitch.
He mimicked his actions again until he could feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth.
Mark glances up, your eyes shut and your head tossed back and he can't help but smile; he’s broken you down to nothing but a whimpering mess but he wasn’t done with you just yet.
Your cheeks are red when you see him sit up, the lower half of his face glistening. You also can’t help yourself when you pull him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him.
You two shuffle around a bit, still on the couch when Mark flips you over; face down, ass up as he settles before you. Your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he comes up behind you, pushing back against him as you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy.
Mark’s hand grips your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans are muffled by the couch when you feel him stretch you out.
“God, please Mark, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. His hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. You can feel the pressure from his fingers, surely there were going to be bruises tomorrow. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit.
He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your middle, your back pressed to his chest. His fingers dig into your side for a moment, squeezing you a bit. “Such a good girl for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.
“Mhm hm,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you.
Between the angle you were at and his hand sliding down to rub on your clit, your head drops back onto his shoulder, begging him to let you cum.
“Mark, god- fuck, let me cum please,” you ramble out and Mark hums, kissing along your jaw, “mhm I'm not stopping you, sweetheart.”
He lets you drop back onto your arms, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Mark cums too.
The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.
He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.
“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Mark pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.
You lay there for a while, Mark on top of you, your leg tossed on his hip as his head rests on your sternum, one of his hands on your tit.
"Next time you need some relaxing, you call me, okay?" He whispers, his finger dragging down your side.
You glance at the man, a raised eyebrow. "You just want to fuck me again, you dirty old man."
Mark laughs, "no, I mean yes but also no. I meant I'd take you to dinner or something, distract you from your work - but if you want to fuck, who am I to deny a beautiful woman like yourself?"
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Can i please request mark webber dating seb's sister and everyone on the early 2010s grid knowing but seb. Thanks!
A/N: EHHHHH love this because it's so cute and Seb was cunty in the 10's also I love the 2010's grid iconic
"Are they really fooling anyone?" Jenson grumbles lacing up his shoes. "Pfft, no they're not. Just Sebastian it seems." Lewis nods towards the Red Bull driver who was walking towards you and Mark.
You giggle, leaning closer into Mark who was looking down at you with this smitten look on his face as you pull back when Sebastian pops up next to you.
Sebastian laughs, as you move into Mark's side rubbing your arms. Michael and Nico walk up next to the two McLaren drivers. "He really doesn't know?" Nico asks, open for anyone to answer him. "Nope, blind as a fucking bat." Lewis snorts, adjusting his race suit.
Michael watches as Mark leans down, asking you something. You smile and nod in agreement and the drivers watch as Mark messily takes off his jacket and helps it onto you.
"Really? How does he not know, Michael?" Jenson gags, at the lovey dovey faces Mark and you give each other while Sebastian remains oblivious. Michael just shrugs his shoulders, and claps Nico on the back as he walks over.
You smile leaves you face as you step away from Mark suddenly shy as Michael grins. "What are we talking about?" Michael makes it his purpose to stand between you and Mark.
Something the Aussie isn't happy about as he frowns but has to quickly get rid of it. "Nothing much, just about the race." Sebastian fixes his beanie, giving that bright smile. "Oh really, what about you two?" Michael looks between Mark and you with a sinister look in his eyes.
"Nothing." You two snap, Seb looking between you two but just shrugs it off. "Hey, where were you last night? You didn't come back to our room." Sebastian pounders, giving you this doe eyed look. You fidget, but Mark smirks proudly yet quickly looks away when Michael whips his head towards him.
"Oh, was exploring the city." You smile, leaning into Michael who wraps his arm around you. "Come on, let's go get lunch." You giggle tugging Michael and Sebastian away, winking at Mark who blushes as you walk away wrapped in his jacket.
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it's a bad idea (fuck it, it's fine) — part 1
Summary: your housemates give you an offer you can't refuse. What's the worst that could happen?
Pairing: Jenson Button x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, mild degrading, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, fingering, slight nipple play, hinting at m/m, mentions of free use, *gasp* and they were room mates
Word count: 1.9k
Part 1 of the Fuck It series
The arrangement was, frankly, absurd. Had the offer come from anyone other than Jenson, you would have kicked them so hard they wished you had punched them instead. Part of you hoped he would have forgotten what he had said while heavily under the influence of too much champagne, but luck was not on your side.
"Have you thought about my offer?" Jenson asks, innocently blowing on his coffee, making you choke on air.
"The offer in which I pay my rent by, wait let me check my notes. Ah, yes, 'fucking you'," you reply, voice a lot steadier than you feel. Because truth be told, it had been impossible to not fantasise about getting railed into next week by him- by any of them. Oh, you were well aware of how much your life had become the plot of a rom-com ever since your landlord decided to be an absolute greedy bastard. Become a live-in house sitter for 4 millionaires they said, it'll be fun they said. Liars.
"Oh come on, it'll be mutually beneficial," Jenson argued.
"Proud of you for using your big boy words, pretty boy but how exactly is this gonna end up in anything other than disaster?"
"He's hungover and a himbo, why are you bullying him?" Mark mutters, voice still rough with sleep as he literally picks you up and unceremoniously plops you down on top of the counter. There are days where you curse your small stature and his strength, especially when it leaves your brain stuttering to process getting manhandled.
"We'll set rules. All I'm saying is we're all adults-.." You can't help but snort at that. "Fine, whatever. I'm just saying that I've seen the way you look at them, seen the way your eyes flash with lust and I am pretty sure some truly filthy fantasies, and I know I can speak for all four of us when I say we would love to help you realise those. Also, we don't need your rent money and this is just so much more fun." Well then. You just got read for filth before even having had your morning coffee. Fuck him for seeing right through you.
"Where's your sense of adventure, nena?" Fernando comments, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Right next to my 'I survived Multi-21' t-shirt," you mutter. It's a low blow, but getting bullied into sleeping with four drivers makes it hard to think.
Mark shoots you a look, eyebrow raised.
"The mouth on you," he comments, "Seb was very apologetic. Made it up to me in the best possible way. In fact, I should make you apologise to the both of us the same way, sweetheart. On your knees." He whispers the last part in your ear and you cannot contain the whimper that comes out at his thinly veiled threat.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being made to kneel and take cock like the good little girl you are, hm?”
“Mark-..” You have no idea how to respond to that and keep your dignity in tact. You try to look away but Mark takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb.
“I asked you a question sweetheart. Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” His thumb tugs on your bottom lip and all rational thought leaves you as you nod.
“Mm, knew JB was right about you. Takes one to know one, I suppose.” You can hear a muffled what the fuck’s that supposed to mean? from the living room as Mark helps you down from the counter. You hadn’t even noticed the McLaren teammates had left the kitchen until just now.
“On your knees, sweetheart,” Mark nudges you and you sink down onto the floor. The small kitchen runner is the only thing protecting your knees from the cold hardwood floor, but the prospect of sore knees is quickly forgotten now that you’re at eye level with Mark’s crotch. You can clearly see the outline of his hardening cock against his shorts and it has your mouth watering. Mark chuckles as he notices the hunger in your eyes.
“You’re lucky Seb is out for a run. Or maybe I’m the lucky one, getting to fuck this mouth all by myself.” The whimper you let out is involuntarily as you eagerly watch him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. You scoot a little closer, taking him in your hand, tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum. Mark hisses, head thrown back and that’s all the encouragement you need to suck the tip into your mouth.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, sounding absolutely wrecked already despite you not even having done anything yet.
“You said something about fucking my mouth?” Mark looks down at you, pupils completely blown and he grins so wickedly, it leaves you breathless.
“Are you absolutely sure sweetheart?” As you nod in response, he gathers your hair into a ponytail in his fist, angling your face. “Alright then. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much and I will stop, okay?”
“Okay,” you parrot, and move your legs apart ever so slightly to stabilise yourself. Mark drags the tip of his cock across your lips and you open up for him. He slides in, careful to not immediately choke you. You relax your jaw as much as you can, but god it’s been so long since you last did this. Mark sets a slow rhythm, letting the both of you adjust. Looking up at him through your lashes, you can see how he’s trying to hold on to the last shreds of self control, and well. That just won’t do.
“Mark,” you say, slightly out of breath as you pull back, “you taunted me with using me. So for the love of God, fucking use me.” Mark chuckles and the sound has you aching. He tightens his grip on your hair and slides his cock back into your mouth. Resting your hands on his thighs, you close your eyes as he finally delivers on his promise. The sounds are obscene and if you had a functioning brain cell left, you would have been concerned about the two of you doing this in the kitchen, but as things stand, the only thing you can focus on is Mark’s throbbing cock inching down your throat. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you look at him as you swallow around him.
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m not gonna last, sweetheart,” he groans, pulling back. You hollow your cheeks while taking deep breaths through your nose, pulling another string of curses from the Aussie. You can feel his cock throb as he grunts above you.
“Gonna-.. Fuck.. So good, you feel so fucking good..” he mumbles, and throws his head back as he comes.
“You better not swallow, Schatzi,” comes a voice from the doorway. Who are you to disobey? Mark pulls out carefully, tucking himself back into his shorts while Sebastian helps you up from the floor. He carries you bridal style into the living room, placing you down on the couch next to Fernando.
“Show Nando, baby,” Sebastian all but coos and you carefully open your mouth. The underlying relationships? Questionmark? between your housemates makes your head spin, but judging by the way Fernando’s eyes darken, Sebastian knows something about the Spaniard you don’t.
“Can I kiss you, nena?” he asks and all you can do is nod. Fernando cradles your cheek, pressing an almost chaste kiss against your lips before he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips. The moan he lets out as he tastes Mark on your tongue has you throbbing. When you break apart to catch some air, Sebastian leans closer and licks away the few drops of cum that spilled when Fernando kissed you. Am I dreaming? you can’t help but wonder. Out loud apparently.
“Very much awake, doll,” Jenson grins as he kneels in front of you, “Something tells me you’re absolutely soaking. Mind if I give a hand? I do so love making people come with my mouth,” he adds and you’re quick to raise your hips so he can pull down your panties, much to Jenson’s amusement. He pushes your oversized shirt up higher and parts your legs. Sebastian moves your face so he can steal a kiss and you moan into his mouth as Jenson drags the flat of his tongue over your oh so sensitive clit. Their hands are everywhere it feels like. You’re pretty sure Fernando has one up your shirt, teasing your nipple while he kisses your neck. Jenson’s are curled around the inside of your thighs as he holds you open for him while Sebastian has one hand on your cheek as he kisses you; the other mirrors Fernando’s. Needing something to hold on to, you bury a hand in Jenson’s hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning against your cunt as you tug. Breaking the kiss, you throw your head back with a moan of your own while you grind against Jenson’s tongue.
“Need.. Fingers.. Please, Jenson, need your-.. Fuck, oh God..” Despite your incoherent state, Jenson understands what it is you’re asking of him as he carefully slides two of his long fingers inside of you. Sebastian and Fernando manage to strip you of your t-shirt, both of them taking a nipple into their mouth.
“I’m so-.. So close.. I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” you whimper. Fernando mutters a yes against your skin and something snaps; Your back arches as your orgasm hits you and for a moment you forget how to breathe. The loss of Jenson’s fingers makes you whine but your housemates more than make up for it when Fernando grabs his wrist in order to bring Jenson’s fingers to his mouth, moaning as he tastes you.
“Just as I thought, you taste delicious nena,” the Spaniard comments with a grin. These men will be the death of me, you can’t help but think while Seb accepts the glass of water Mark hands him. The German driver helps you take a few sips as you slowly return into your body. Something tells you that this only scratches the surface of their underlying dynamics and you are dying to delve deeper.
“Told you it’d be mutually beneficial,” Jenson jokes, pulling you from your thoughts.
“God, I hate that I’m saying this because your ego is fucking big enough as is-,” you start only for Jenson to interrupt with a that’s not the only thing that’s big, doll which makes you roll your eyes.
“I was gonna agree to your plan, idiot. You proved your point. Twice over. I- eh.. I can see the appeal,” you continue before downing the last of the water. The four men share a look that you can’t quite decipher and it makes you wonder: just what did you exactly sign up for? You pull your shirt back on, suddenly very aware of the fact you’re naked, needing something to act as a barrier between you and this crazy idea.
“How about we discuss the details after breakfast? Don’t know about you, but I am starving,” Mark breaks the silence. You nod gratefully and let Sebastian pull you to your feet. A part of you is excited to see where this.. arrangement will lead you, but you’re also apprehensive that you might be about to bite off far more than you can chew.
Welp. Here we go I guess. Updates are gonna be slow on this, so please temper your expectations. Ideas have been brain stormed, things are brewing in the ol' noggin, I just gotta write it 🥲
Massive shoutout to @curiousthyme and @feralnando for helping me brain rot about this and for holding my hand while I descent even further into chaos. This whole part was written while listening to Hozier's Too Sweet and Ethel Cain's Gibson Girl on repeat, so feel free to do with that information as you please
Please let me know what you think. Your comments, likes and tags mean the world to me 💜
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Light || Mentor!MW2 x F2 Driver!Reader
Warnings: 18+, age gap, drivers room sex, fingering, oral (F), hair pulling, (kinda) mean Mark
Wordcount: 1.5k
This kinda (doesn’t) make sense, but god do it love this 😭🫶
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There were ups and down of having the Mark Webber as a mentor
The ups? He was good, and he mentored perfectly, she could never have gotten this far in her career without him
The downs? He was attractive
Everything about him is attractive. His hands, his arms, his voice, his face, his body. Everything
And she could barely stand it anymore. If she didn’t do anything about it soon, she would surely combust
She listened when he talked, but she didn’t really listen. Her subconscious picked up on his words, but she never remembered their conversations
She was to focus on watching him. And, yeah, sure, she was good, and she knew it was because of him, but she never remembered why she got so good
He was the only thing launched on her brain
Mark, Mark, Mark
She could barely pushed the thoughts aside on the track, but she managed, and she always got a podium, not always p1, but podium
After a very beautiful p1 finish, a reporter wanted to talk to her about having Mark as a mentor
“Now, we’ve talked about the pros of having Mark as a mentor, is there any cons?” He asked before taking the mic closer to her
She nervously giggled before answering “Yeah. There is. Just one thought” She swallowed the spit pooling in her mouth before speaking again “He’s extremely attractive. Like, extremely” She searched for other words
“It makes it difficult to focus when he’s around. That’s how attractive he is” They both giggled in sync before the reporter spoke up
“That, we can agree on. Thank you, Y/N. Have a nice day” He smiled before she walked away
She ended up in her drivers room. She was exhausted as she laid on the small couch, almost drifting off into slumber
A knock on the door startled her awake. She sat up, trying to look like she didn’t just almost fall asleep
“Come in” Her voice almost cracked as she spoke up
“Hey, can we talk for a minute?” It was Mark who stood in the door way, his hand holding on to the door knob
“Sure. Of course” She scooted to her right to make space for him on the left as he closed the door behind him
“Look…” He sat down on the couch beside her, tilting his body slightly towards her “I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll teach you everything I know” He sighed before speaking again “But I feel like there’s things you’re not telling me”
Shit. She had forgotten all about the interview earlier
“And I know I’m not supposed to know everything, but-“
“I promise I’ll do better. But, there are just things I can’t tell you” She lowered her head, avoiding his eyes
“I know, I know. I will always hold you close, but I will learn to let you go if we can’t communicate
“I promise… I’ll do better, Mark” She never said his name, so it quite startled him when she did
“I will soften every edge. I’ll hold the world to it’s best” She hated when he spoke that way
“With every heartbeat I have left, I will do better, but can we please, take this conversation another time? I’m exhausted” She really was, but she was scared what the out come was gonna be
“Of course” He sighed, but didn’t move out of his spot “I just want to know one thing” She didn’t answer, but her eyes told him to speak “Was it true what you said earlier?”
“Yes” She answered without thinking. She didn’t meet his eyes, but he tried to meet hers
“Thank you for being honest” She felt a ‘but’ coming when his large hand went to her upper thigh “But…” There it was “I wish you would have told me face to face”
She looked up at him. She sighed before speaking “I can’t” Her voice broke slightly as she spoke
“Yes you can” He scooted closer, his hand trailing upwards in the progress
She felt it in her stomach before she felt it on her cheeks. He could do things to her just by talking, so what could he do if it progressed further?
“Mark-“ Her sentence was cut short by a yelp when he pulled her into in lap, both his hands now on the back of her thighs as hers was on his shoulders
“Tell me” His voice was soft, even with his accent. His eyes was as equally soft
Was this all an act to get her to talk? Would he push her away after she told him? She couldn’t possibly tell him “I can’t-“
She was cut off yet again, but this time with his soft lips against her own. He pulled away when she didn’t kiss him back
“Tell me” His voice was now stern. She only whimpered low, shaking her head slightly
He kissed her again, now rougher. She kissed back this time, her hands now at the back of his head
“Tell me” His words were muffled against her lips. She only answered with a hum that sounded negative
His hands went over her ass and up to her waist in a quick motion. He quickly flipped them over, so now she was sitting in the couch and he was down on his knees in front of her
She had whined at the loss of contact from his lips. His hands went to their waistband of her sweats
“Tell me” His pupils were blown wide, almost covering that beauty of a green colour. She whined at his words, but she didn’t answer, not even shaking her head no
“Fine, guess I’ll have to get it out of you another way” He hooked his fingers into the waist band
She bucked her hips, allowing him to pull down both the sweats and her panties in one pull
“Mark- the door-“ She quickly looked over at the door and then back down at him when he spread her legs wider and pulled her closer to the edge
“It’s locked. Don’t worry, darling” He mouthed opened kisses at her skin on her inner thighs
“You planned this?” She scoffed, trying to hide the whimper trying to escape her “You sick son of-“ She moaned when his tongue went trough her folds
One of her hands went to his hair with a tight grip, making him groan. Her breath shuttered as his tongue went over her clit
Her back arched off of the couch as her other hand grabbed the edge of the couch, her knuckles turning white
His tongue flicked her clit over and over again, making her moans lewd and pornographic
Two of his fingers teased her entrance, making her whimper. He entered just with his fingertips, making her grind down on him, wanting him further into her
His hand that wasn’t inside her, pushed down onto her lower abdomen, pushing her into the couch, stopping her grinding
“Please, I need it. Please” She almost cried begging for his fingers
“Tell me” She tried pushing his face back into her, but with no luck “It’s not that hard. You’ve said it once, you can say it again” God, was his accent hot
He slid his fingers further into her, drawing out a mixture between a moan and a whine. He curled his fingers, barely grazing the spongy part inside her
“Come on, darling. I can tease you as long as I can. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want” She couldn’t see him from the way her eyes were shut closed, but she could hear the smirk in his voice
His thrusted his fingers in and out of her with a slow pace, wanting to hear her beg for it, only for her to be denied
“Mark- please. Faster, please. I’m begging you” Tears were starting to fill in the corners of her eyes
He chuckled slightly, biting light marks into her thighs “Not until you tell me” He liked over the marks, soothing the stinging sensation “Be a good girl and tell me”
She whimpered, feeling him slow down his pace, if that was even possible. She opened her eyes, looking down at him, debating if it was worth it
“Fuck” She whimpered low “You’re so fucking attractive it hurts” She threw her head back against the couch, closing her eyes as he sped up his fingers
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grinned, curling his fingers, making her rapidly clench around him
“Fuck, I’m gonna come” She managed to get words out between her moans
“Come for me, darling” Her thighs shook, and after a few thrusts of his fingers, she came around him
He slowed the pace of his fingers down, kissing her thighs softly, pulling her down from her high
He pulled his fingers out of her before standing up to tower over her. Her eyes trailed down his body, eyes landing on his very obvious boner
“Let me take care of you” Her hands went to his belt buckle, but he took her wrists before she could touch him
“Not now” He bend down, kissing her softly “Come to my room tonight, and I’ll let you do whatever. Okay?” She nodded “Good girl”
He stayed until she had gotten her sweats back on. He kissed her softly again before leaving the room
#smut#formula one#mark webber#mark webber smut#mark webber x reader#mark webber x reader smut#Spotify
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What's Your Type? || Sebmark
Mark was an attractive man, nobody could deny that, and if he did, they’d be lying. As a result of this, Mark was always approached by both women and men looking for a good night
Sebastian knew this. Sebastian and Mark weren’t together, they barely even talked a lot, but the thought of Mark fucking somebody else than Sebastian, made the blonde’s blood boil till he overheated
Sebastian had tried multiple times to get closer to Mark, but the way the Aussie looked at him was too intimidating, yet, the German got so turned on when he looked at him like that
It was embarrassing how jealous Sebastian got when he saw various girls and guys walk over to Mark when they were out celebrating after a good race
Mark could get any of the people who walked over to him, but for some reason, he had turned them all down. Every single one of them. Sebastian wanted to know why but never dared to ask
He had told himself that tonight. Tonight was the night he was gonna ask… He just needed a little more alcohol inside him before he could get the courage to be under his intimidating stare without getting a hardon you could see from a mile away
The clock had hit around 2 in the morning, and everybody had started going back to their hotels, getting some rest before their flight to the UK
Sebastian drowned the last bit of his drink before he placed the empty glass on the bar counter and walked over to the booth Mark was sitting at, alone since the others had abandoned him to go before they got too drunk
Mark merely looked at Sebastian. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at him the way he normally did
“Mate, I'm warning you. I’m really drunk” Mark said, his accent thickened by the alcohol
“Yeah, that’s fine, I just wanna ask you something” Mark leaned back into his seat, looking at Sebastian across the table “Why? Why do you turn everybody away who walks up to you? They clearly want to get into your pants, and you could get any of them, yet, you turn them all away” Sebastian yapped quickly, confused by his teammate's actions
“They’re not my type” He shrugged
Not his type? Sebastian had noticed that, from the girls' side, they were all different, but the guys, they were all tall, muscular, fit, full of themselves, brunette, brown eyes “What is your type?”
It was only now that Mark looked at him the way he normally did. Sebastian squirmed in his seat, he might even have let out a whimper if you listened closely enough
Mark looked Sebastian up and down the best he could with the table blocking his lower body “Short, blonde, blue eyes, not someone who hits the gym every waking out” Mark hit Sebastian’s foot with his own, playing it off as an accident “A twink” He said, making intense eye contact with Sebastian as he took a sip of the alcohol in his glass
Sebastian’s cheek heated up with a slight blush, as well as it crept down his neck. It wasn’t noticeable if you were starting a few feet away, but with how close the two were sitting across from each other, it was very noticeable for the Aussie
It drew out a chuckle from him as he saw the change of colour in the German’s cheeks
The kiss was messy from the start, even more so as they stumbled into one of their hotel rooms. It was wet, sloppy, and uncoordinated. Both sets of hands all over each other
Sebastian had pressed Mark up against the wall and gotten on his knees quicker than what wouldn’t have hurt him
Mark’s one hand had drawn through Sebastian’s hair, pulling at it softly as Sebastian’s small hands worked on the Aussie’s belt, looking up at him through hooded eyelids, looking so innocent, even with their mixed spit running down his chin from the messy kiss
“Fuck. You’re so pretty like this, Seb” Mark breathed out, almost a breathy moan as Sebastian had gotten Mark’s jeans and boxers down to his mid-thighs
Sebastian whined at Mark’s words, feeling his hand tugging on his hair as he spit in the palm of his hand, slowly getting Mark fully hard
“F-fuck” His breath shuttered as Sebastian’s thumb went over his tip “God. You’re so good at that” Mark smiled as Sebastian slowly circled his tongue around the head
Sebastian smiled as well as he could while taking all of Mark into his mouth that he could, putting his hand around the rest he couldn’t fit
Sebastian started moving, gaging ever so slightly as he could feel Mark hitting the back of his throat
Mark groaned every time he hit Sebastian’s throat as it sent vibrations all through his cock and up his spine, pulling him closer to the edge, making him tighten his hand in Sebastian’s hair, making the German moan around the cock in his mouth
Mark forced Sebastian off of him, panting hard. He looked down at where Sebastian sat, lips puffy, spit down his cheek, hair messy, eyes watering from the force in his throat and the sting in the scalp of his hair
“Fuck, you’re good at that” He chuckled, stroking his thumb over Sebastian’s cheek
“Thank you” He smiled slightly, going toward Mark again, trying to get his mouth on him
“Don’t. Gonna make me come” He was still panting hard
“Isn’t that the point, no?” Sebastian asked with a confused expression
“I’m an old man, Seb. I can’t go multiple rounds” His breathing had settled somewhat back to normal “Strip and get on the bed” Sebastian didn’t hesitate to take off his clothes and get on the bed, laying on his back
Mark slowly walked over to him, getting his own clothes off at a painfully slow speed
The moment Mark slightly hovered over Sebastian’s naked body, he had his legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer
“Seb, no need to rush” Mark said, kissing the blonde’s neck, drawing whimpers from him
“Please, I just want you inside me. Please” Sebastian begged, bucking his hips up, hoping for some friction
Mark didn’t see it, but he could feel Sebastian scramble on the bed
“Mark, please. I just need you inside me, bitte” He whined, pressing the bottle of lube into the Aussie’s hand
“Give me a pillow” Mark said, leaning back to take a proper look at him
He put the pillow under his hips, getting Sebastian in an ankle where Mark would hit him in the perfect spot with ease
Mark poured some of the lube onto his fingers, warming it up a bit before pressing one to his rim, making Sebastian whimper and grip the sheets beneath him
He entered his first finger, holding onto Sebastian’s thigh with the other hand, digging his nails softly into his skin
He twisted his finger, getting Sebastian adjusted before he started moving it, hearing all the whimpers that he drew out of the German
Mark slowly pushed a second finger into him, drawing out a moan from Sebastian at the suddennessnness
He slowly started moving his fingers, stretching him out so beautifully. He curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot inside Sebastian that made him almost scream out his moans and his body shake
Mark entered his third finger, even though Sebastian had said multiple times he was ready. Poor judgment had Mark thought
“Mark, please I’m ready. Bitte, bitte. Please” Mark finally gave in to Sebastian’s pretty begging. He curled his fingers one last time before he pulled them out, earning him a whine from the man under him
He wiped off his fingers on Sebastian’s thigh, making him squirm under his touch
Sebastian looked up at Mark as he poured lube onto himself. He gave himself a few pumps with his hand before he lined himself up with Sebastian’s hole
Sebastian whines and whimpers as Mark slowly pushes into him. He groaned himself as he pushed all the way in. He held his hips still, getting the German to adjust to him
A few seconds went by before Sebastian told him he could move. He didn’t hesitate and started moving slowly
He grabbed Sebastian’s hips tightly, digging his nails into his skin, most definitely leaving marks for him to see tomorrow
As he started setting a faster and rougher pace, he had found his prostate, drawing out the most beautiful loud moans Mark had ever heard
“Fuck, you sound so pretty, baby” He said, shifting his weight onto his left arm, hovering over him, speeding his hips up more
“Fuck, Mark. Please- ‘m so close” Sebastian pleaded between his moans, wanting his release
“Hold on for me a little longer, okay?” Sebastian managed to nod a few times, even as his body shook rapidly beneath Mark, trying to hold his orgasm back
Hi attempt to hold it back, made him clench hard and fast down onto Mark, pulling him closer to his release as well
“You’re so- Fuck, you feel so good” He groaned, putting his hand around Sebastian’s cock, slowly starting to stroke him “Come for me” Sebastian didn’t need any more confirmation before he came, shooting his load onto his stomach and down Mark’s hand
Mark wasn’t long behind. He managed a few more thrusts before he stilled his hips and came deep inside Sebastian with a deep groan
As he felt himself soften, he pulled out of Sebastian, not missing the small whine that escaped from his plump lips. He laid down beside him, propping himself up on his arm “You’re real pretty, you know that?” Mark asked, causing a giggle from Sebastian who rolled over as well
“You’re drunk,” He said, smiling nonetheless
“Yeah, but I know what I'm talking about,” He said, placing a kiss against his lips, hand into his hair, messing it up even more. He pulled back and went to find a damp towel to clean them both up with
“How long?” Sebastian asked as Mark pulled his body into his own “How long have i been your type?” He clarified, letting hi head fall into the crook of Mark’s neck
“Ever since i laid my eyes on you the first time”
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Alright...so what if...what if... i write a fanfic (sort of) where in the main plot Y/N get suddenly (not so sudden) one month inside a house in the mountains with 4 Formula One Drivers (i'm talking about Button, Alonso, Webber and Vettel)
#f1#f1 x reader#formula one#fernando alonso#fernando alonso smut#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel smut#mark webber#mark webber smut#jenson button#jenson button smut#f1 drivers#drivers smut#reverse harem#formula one fanfiction
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could we get some mark webber audios by chance? thx in advance🫶🏾
this was really an excuse to revisit all my favourite moments of Mark Webber's rivalry with Seb
[M4F] No I am so tired
[getting her way][but I'm so tired][I am not in the mood][forced and seduced][such a naughty girl][making daddy fuck you when he is tired]you delicate little flower
Creator Reddit link: u/itsmewiththeaccent
#mark webber#christine recommends audios#mark webber x reader#mark webber smut#f1 smut#f1 imagines#formula 1 smut#formula 1 x reader
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okay I'll say it car sex with mark in one of those porsches of his :/
U ARE SO CONSISTENTLY BIG BRAINED!! stupid sexy man and his stupid sexy porsche...
afab fem reader (desc. as wearing a dress and panties, use of 'good girl'). do not use this as an example of safe driving!!
his hand grazing higher and higher up your thigh as you're in the passenger seat next to him, wearing that little black dress he loves
smug bastard, you see the smirk flicker across his face every time he inches closer to the heat between your thighs and your breath hitches in your chest
every time he gets closer, he pulls his hand away, going back to teasing, trailing touches up and down your thigh
and despite this teasing, i don't think he's fully expecting just how wet he's gotten you when his hand finally reaches your panties
his knuckles pressing against your clit through the damp patch of the fabric - his jaw clenching as you give a long, shaky exhale and nearly melt into the expensive car seat.
you don't notice the detour until the lights of the main road disappear, and you realise your surroundings have changed to a quiet, dark, country track
the very moment you realise that, mark's mouth is on you, large hand cupping the back of your head as the other undoes your seatbelt
(you vaguely realise that he's already undone his, the eager bastard)
your leg catches on the handbrake as he manoeuvres you into his lap, and you can't help but giggle, breaking the kiss as you do so, mark unable to stop his own chuckle as well
"you're such a tease," you tell him, leaning in to kiss him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth and feeling warmth bloom in your abdomen at his answering groan
"is that a complaint?" he responds, tilting his head. "you seem to like it."
to prove his point, he settles his hands on your hips, pulling you down against the bulge in his pants as he rocks his own hips upwards into you
your head lolls backwards as you whine out someone suspiciously similar to "mark--", and he takes the opportunity to lean forward and attack your neck with bites and sucking kisses, soothing the red marks with his tongue afterwards
when you fumble with the fly of his trousers, he replaces your hands with his own to get them open, groaning again when you rock your hips against his his exposed underwear before you pull his cock out
it'll be a stretch - it is even when you've had preparation, when mark's taken you apart with three of his fingers spreading you out and a firm hand on your abdomen holding you down - but you need him, and you think you might go insane if you wait any longer
so you pull your panties to the side, dragging the swollen head of mark's cocks through your wet folds before you begin to sink onto him
he's rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs on your hipbones, pressing softer kisses to your neck and mumbling a gentle commentary of praise against the skin there
"always take me so well, what a good girl, so fucking tight, such a perfect cunt"
and when he bottoms out, your hips knocking against his one more, he pulls you in for another kiss before rolling his hips up into you to hear the way you moan
(and if one hand of his moves to press on your abdomen, hoping to feel the telltale bulge of his cock inside you, that's between him and G-d, he decides)
it's not so much you riding him as mark fucking up into you, holding you down on his cock to hit as deep as possible and hear you squeal his name against his lips
and when he cums inside you, he pulls your panties back into place, and smirks as you squirm the rest of the drive home, feeling him leaking out of you
#mw#ask#mark webber smut#f1 smut#mark webber imagine#f1 imagine#this is why mark isnt answering his emails. hes shagging reader in his posh car :///#MARK YOUR OSCAR!#writing
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Gonna be uploading some Webbonso x reader smut soon that was the result of mine and @percervall ‘s brain rot sessions 👀
#Mar and I cooked#webbonso x reader#Webbonso#Fernando Alonso smut#mark webber smut#Fernando Alonso x reader#Mark Webber x reader
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SOMETHING FULFILLED !!! MARK W. X FEM!READER X FERNANDO A. (18+)
summary: after struggling to figure out what to get, mark and fernando decided that they should just simply fulfill their daughter's wish with the help of their wife, y/n.
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), holiday special, dilf!fernando and dilf!mark (and milf!reader), threesome (mfm), unprotected sex, fingering, breeding/impregnation kink, mentions of pregnancy, double penetration (i'll let you use ur imaginations), established poly relationship, i did not edit this.
note: what if i fell into a writer's block but god said "you've written a jenson and seb threeway smut but not webbonso smut yet?" (on my grid sluts shit) enjoy and happy holidays xx
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mark and fernando would go through the lengths of fulfilling their kid’s christmas wishes. they would always do anything for their little girl.
it was cute, really but oftentimes, even y/n found that they had spoiled her a little too much.
the parents had been wondering what to get their little daughter, ava alonso-webber, as she continued to grow as her independent self. her mother had decided that she was big enough to decide what she would like for holidays.
meanwhile, the fathers had decided that ava was not old enough to not be spoiled. after all, mark and fernando only had one child with their wife and little ava was only six.
y/n merely hissed at them when they gave ava a go ahead on her request and said, “don’t go overboard with her gift this year. no puppies anymore.”
both mark and fernando shrugged before ava exclaimed, “i want a baby sibling, papì and daddy!”
now, their wife wasn’t a miracle worker— but to try and change ava’s mind about her gift for christmas was something she shouldn’t have done.
mark and fernando were quick to frown at this before their wife continued to avoid that conversation for the next month all while attempting to convince ava into getting something more… manageable.
ava had eventually decided that dolls and more karting time with her dads were enough. ava’s mother was more than relieved that the little girl had relented and moved on.
the dads, the brooding fathers, were a different story. in fact, when y/n arrived from work a week before christmas, she was surprised to find the house quiet. the only thing she could hear was soft music playing in the background. she was really worried she had to sneak the toys into the bedroom without ava noticing.
but the little girl wasn’t there. instead, both mark and fernando were sitting in the living room with the recorded premier league game on.
y/n’s eyes narrowed at the sight of her husbands and asked, “uh, did we just magically lose a child before we’ve spent hours and money on her gifts or…?”
mark and fernando looked at her. then the australian spoke, “oh, hey babe. ava’s staying overnight with her cousins.”
“and we agreed on this when…?” she raised a brow in return, walking over the two nonetheless to press kisses on their lips. fernando pulled her into his lap as mark moved closer.
“now,” fernando murmured, his lips opting to attack her neck as she let out a soft sigh.
mark tipped her head towards his direction before kissing her, his tongue allowing itself to tangle with hers as he hummed in satisfaction. he nearly smirked at the feeling of her breath running out as she moaned.
“we’ve been trying to get you to talk to us about something,” fernando started, his breath fanning her ear as goosebumps broke out her skin in both nervousness and excitement.
“about…” she murmured, eventually pouting when mark tugged her hair back as she got eager to make out with him. mark gave her a stern look.
fernando then nipped at her ear as she let out a gasp before he answered with, “what our little princess wanted.”
it was as if the floodgates were opened, her arousal making her squirm in their hold as mark crooned, “you were so adamant about not giving her what she really wanted, baby. why’s that?”
“i- i,” she gulped. she really wasn’t able to answer especially now that she was being tossed back and forth between the two.
she could feel their hands roaming and touching her, gasping at the feeling of fernando’s fingers as they slowly snaked their way down into her lace panties. fernando then cooed mockingly, “you’re so fucking wet, cariño. you know what we think?”
“h- ngh,” she whimpered, unable to utter any more words as her husbands chuckled darkly.
“we think,” fernando’s tongue glided down her throat and sucked her skin, leaving a mark on her neck as he continued, “that you want to give us a baby too. a baby sibling for our little girl.”
“and you don’t want to tell us,” mark added, smirking at the sight of their wife writhing. y/n was already long gone, feeling extremely aroused just by having her husbands work her up like this.
y/n gasped aloud, hearing her cunt making squelching noises as fernando slid his fingers in and curled up against her sensitive spot.
“how about we give you more babies to grow, hm?” mark murmured, kissing her hard as he slid her shirt off and tossed it someplace else. “we’re gonna fuck more babies into you until you’re full of them.”
she nodded eagerly, writhing against the two of them as she begged wordlessly.
fernando and mark smirked and looked at each other, as if they had every intention to fulfill their goal with the help of their perfect pretty wife.
their cocks had been doing their back and forths in her cunt, her walls stretched out due to its familiarity with their lengths as she whined loudly, sinking repeatedly as she kept her hands resting on fernando’s chest.
the two men groaned aloud, mark grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging it lightly as his hips snapped behind her. “oh fuck,” he uttered, fucking his cock into her as she babbled incoherently.
“te ves tan bonita como siempre, cariño,” you look so pretty as always, darling. fernando cursed out as he thrusted his hips up. he muttered, “tan guapa, tan jodida así.” so pretty looking so fucked out like this.
“mm— fuck, please,” y/n flinched at the feeling of mark’s fingers pinching on her nipple and fernando’s thumb rubbing her clit simultaneously. she yelped in pleasure, her eyes tearing up as she wailed, “want you two to cum in me— fuck, nando- mark!”
“want us to cum inside you, yeah?” mark spoke breathlessly, the two men increasing their pace and intensity as she nodded against his chest. “can’t wait to see you full of me and fernando again, sweetheart.”
“and these tits, fuck, hermosa,” fernando groaned, “can’t wait to see it full of milk again. you’re gonna look so fucking hot when you’re pregnant.”
“like she did before when she had our little girl,” mark added with a chuckle, eventually groaning as he said, “you’re gonna make us so happy- you’re gonna make our little girl happy, baby.”
“m- i want your cum, please,” she pleaded, her walls clenching as the men both groaned in pleasure. “fuck me harder! shit~ fill me up-“
“you want us to fuck you full, hm?” fernando moaned, now fucking her harder from the bottom as he continued, “fuck- i’m cumming, hermosa. hah~ fuck!”
“oh~ hah,” mark groaned in her ear as he shot his load inside her. fernando did too, slowly thrusting and coating her cunt white like mark did.
y/n whimpered, her body limping against fernando as the three of them eased off their orgasms. her body shook violently between the two of them before she took a deep breath and wiped her sweat off her forehead.
she then looked at fernando and chuckled, pressing a kiss on his lips once more before moving to his side. mark had returned from the bathroom to clean her off.
she pursed her lips as she said, “would it be too late if i say that we didn’t need fuck like rabbits to get pregnant?”
mark nearly dropped the damp towel and looked at fernando with widened eyes. fernando returned the surprised look as y/n laughed quietly.
“oh you are horny, baby,” mark laughed with her, pressing a kiss on her lips, his hands hovering on her stomach before he pressed a kiss on it.
fernando shared a kiss with her too before asking, “are you really?”
“i am,” she grinned. “i was going to show you two when i got home but you got excited. i couldn’t tell you two i was pregnant because you two were all over me.”
“oh fuck! finally,” mark exclaimed, grinning at fernando and their wife.
“that’s one christmas gift ticked off the list for ava,” fernando laughed. “someone’s gonna be happy that her christmas is fulfilled.”
oh, the lengths that they’d go through just to spoil their kid.
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Mark x driver!reader where he’s jealous of her close friendship with Jenson so he pins her against the wall and kisses her (consensually ofc) right in front of Jenson
Plot twist: Jenson ships them and is like “fucking FINALLY🥳”)
- Nando anon
so real of you
All of you head gone out for a night out after the long, hectic race you had. It had been a good weekend despite the shift the weather that caused everyone to go onto a panic towards the end.
You, your best friend, Jenson, and your teammate, Mark, were all on the podium after the race with Jenson in P1, you in P2 and Mark in P3.
Jenson being Jenson insisted everyone go out to celebrate and that's how you all ended up at the club.
You were on the dance floor with Jenson, the two of you had just finished a bottle of tequila, dancing the alcohol out of your systems. The man had his arms around you, you were pressed up against him; it meant nothing to the two of you, laughing and having a good time.
Mark, your teammate, who watched the two of you from the bar, took the display of affection in another way.
The Australian never did like the way Jenson was affectionate with you, he found it annoying and stifling and on more than one occasion, you had to talk mark out of telling off Jenson.
"I'm gonna get a drink!" You shouted over to the music to Jenson, the man nodded. "Get me one too!" He pressed a fat kiss to your cheek before letting you go.
You wandered your way through the crowd until you finally found the bar, propping your elbow on the grimy counter with your chin in your palm as you waited for the bartender.
"What was that?" The man next to you speaks, getting your attention. You look over to see Mark next to you and you smile at him.
"hi Marky," you shift to stand between his legs, stumbling a bit but he catches you. "Why is Jenson kissing you?"
You looked at him confused, "Jenson didn't kiss me?"
"He did, I saw him."
"Oh!" You giggled, realizing what he meant, "you mean on my cheek? it was nothing."
"That was nothing?" Mark was getting annoyed with your dismissal of Jenson's affection towards you.
The man turns you so your back is pressed to the counter, his hands on your hips. "So if I do this," he leans down to kiss your shoulder, "that's nothing?"
You shrugged, not really getting the point of this. He moves up, kissing up your neck to your jaw but not before he stops at the sensitive spot by your ear. He smiles to him when he hears the faintest of whimpers from you.
"Mark-" you start but he cuts you off, finally about to kiss you. "If I do this.. is it nothing?" he kisses you, hard.
Your hand rested on his jaw, the man has you pinned between himself and the counter. Your cheeks are red when he finally pulls away from you.
From the corner of your eye, you see Jenson there with a smile on his face. "I came looking for my drink but I mean, I guess I see why you didn't get it."
You and Jenson laughed, the blonde patting your teammate on his shoulder. "About fucking time, mate. took you two forever."
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Could you maybe write something where Mark and wife! reader are just soft and maybe a bit horny during break or after a race weekend?
A/N: Mark having missed you and maybe some fun by the pool on the private ranch.
Warning: Oral (m receiving)
God Mark has missed you. The break was finally here and he wasn't in charge of a 20 year old anymore. He was just in charge of making sure you, his gorgeous wife didn't kill him.
You've been teasing him all day, and he knew what you were doing and didn't try to stop it one bit. Why would he wanted nothing more than to take you apart piece by piece while you're under him.
Except, you wanted to swim and not be screaming his name in the open air bedroom. The ranch was technically in the middle of nowhere and besides, the others wouldn't be visiting for another 3 days. 3 days where he could do anything to you, instead you lay out in the pool soaking in the warm air.
Walking out he carries his book and lays out on the recliner. "What are you reading?" Your voice is soft, pulling him up from the pages that got his mind off you. It's ruined when he doesn't meet your eyes but your chest as you stood in front of him.
"It's a murder mystery." He mumbles dropping his gaze. It was utterly ridiculous, you're his wife he's allowed to stare at you. But, still. He would respect you. "Boring." You snatch the book, as he reaches for it. He smiles when he sees you mark his page, making sure he doesn't lose his place.
"I've missed you," Placing the book down you lay between his spread legs, chin resting gently on his hip. "And I you," He smiles. Mark's hand was much larger than you, so when he cups your face you lean into the touch. "I mean, really missed you." Pulling his hand you kiss his ring watching his pupils blow wide, there it is. The reaction you've been wanting.
"Y/n," He groans, your free hand rubbing the outline of his cock through his swim trunks. "Hmm?" Fluttering your lashes you move to the waistband. Lips from his hand to his hips as he shuffles, getting himself comfortable. "Show me how much you've missed me." Shuddering at his deep voice you nod, pulling his swim trunks down with his help.
Mark has always been the perfect size. With the right amount of girth and length. You always liked to tease him that he has the picture perfect cock. And when you two were younger it'd make him blush now? He'd burn with the praise.
"Still so perfect," You coo wrapping your fingers around his base and slowly pumping him. "So are you," He whispers, arching into your hold. Smiling you let your tongue trace him from base to tip before you suck him in. With hollow cheeks you move forward and bob your head up and down. Mark's fingers scratch your scalp sending a shiver down your spine.
"Fuck, I've missed this mouth." Pulling up you kiss and lick his entire length before sucking him back down and make your movements faster. "That's it, fuck right there." Mark throws his head back as the heat from the sun beats down on the both of you.
Mark groans, arching up as he gasps out with soft groans. You have no problem swallowing him and slow your movements helping him through his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck baby I'm sensitive." Mark pulls you off, and the two of you stare at one another before giggling.
"I think I should return the favor? No?" You shriek on a laugh when he flips you around. His large fingers hooking onto the strings of your bikini bottoms. "Time for me to eat love, and I'm starving." His smirks which has you laughing, but soon those laughs turn to moans his mouth and tongue work his magic.
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till morning comes, let's tessellate
Pairing: Mark Webber x fem!reader
Words: 1219
Warnings: flirting, dirty talk, bratty behaviour, cockwarming
In which you're willing to play with fire
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It’s far too hot, is the only way you can describe the weather. Having grown up in Europe, it always messes with your brain a little whenever you and your husband spend the better part of January in his home country of Australia, where it’s very much summer instead of winter. Mark doesn’t mind; he will happily work out in the garden while you prefer to remain in the shade of the plum trees as you read a book in the hammock Mark had hung for you. Which is what you had been doing until watching your husband doing manual labour proved too much of a distraction. You can’t help but clench your thighs together as he walks back towards the house, wiping his brow with the shirt he had taken off already. There is no way you can continue reading now, not when Mark lifts one of the logs of a fallen tree up onto his shoulder to carry it into the shade. The threadbare fabric of the oversized t-shirt you found in the back of his closet rubs over your nipples and you can’t help but bite back the whimper that’s threatening to come out at the feeling. Fuck, you are so turned on already and all he’s done is carry wood. Mark looks up at you, giving you a knowing smirk.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get her husband to give her attention?” you pout, e-reader now forgotten in your lap.
“You always have my attention, sweetheart,” Mark responds, dropping another log next to the ones already there.
“Besides, you were reading,” he adds, an eyebrow raised. He has you there; the world could go up in flames without you even realising whenever you’re engrossed in a book. Whatever witty retort you might have come up with dies on your lips as he swings the axe and chops the fire wood for the pizza oven you had surprised him with for your anniversary. Your breath catches in your lungs and your clit throbs as you watch the muscles in his back move under his bronzed skin.
“I’m sure Fernando would’ve,” you say instead once you’ve found your tongue. Mark just hums, amused at your sudden brattiness.
“I wouldn’t bet on that, but sure darling,” he says, raising the axe again. Mark’s got a point, even if it pains you to admit that.
“Jenson definitely would,” you counter instead. At this point you might as well fully commit to riling him up.
“Sweetheart, you work with him and know just as well as I do, he would not give you the attention you need,” Mark replies. Damn this man, you think as you grow hot all over at the implication of his words. Jenson is just as much a tease as you can be, and while this makes for great TV as you wind each other up, you need a man who-.. Well, frankly you need a man who can put you in your place, sometimes literally. Just the memory of Mark throwing you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing has you clenching your thighs to alleviate the ache you feel.
“That’s what I thought,” he muses as he watches you. You huff, folding your arms over your chest which causes the shirt to bunch up a little higher up your thighs. Mark’s eyes catch the way it shows off your legs, lust quickly replacing the bemusement in his eyes. Oh, you’ve got this man right where you want him. Trying not to show just how smug you’re feeling, you place your e-reader on the little side table as you sit up on your knees –which, given the fact that you’re in a hammock, is easier said than done.
“Maybe I should give Sebby a call. If all you’re gonna do is talk, I might as well have a little fun,” you taunt, shrugging a shoulder as you give him your most innocent look. You know you’re playing a dangerous game, bringing up his last teammate. Mark and Sebastian were competitive to a fault, and while you never even considered giving in to Sebastian’s advances on you, you know the fact they vied for your attention always brings out this possessive streak in your husband.
Mark drops the axe and saunters over to you.
“Is that so, sweetheart? What exactly do you think Seb can give you? Hm? Bees?”
“Among other things,” you quip, anticipation swirling low in your belly as he towers over you. One hand comes to rest on your chin, lifting your face up so he can look you in the eyes. His thumb drags on your bottom lip, making your eyes flutter closed, and for a brief moment you think he will make you suck on it. Your eyes snap open as soon as you hear his chuckle.
“You always talk such a big game, but as soon as there’s even a possibility of me giving what you want, you fold so quickly. What happened to using your words, darling?”
“‘S more fun this way,” you mumble, and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Getting punished for being a brat is your idea of fun?” Mark asks, eyebrow raised. You shrug once more.
“You know how much I love it when you spank me,” you say as plainly as you can while you need to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs shut. One of Mark’s hands drags up your thigh and under the t-shirt. Biting your lip, you look at him waiting for the moment he will realise this t-shirt is the only thing you’re wearing.
“You are incorrigible.”
“Mm, that’s a big word for you, baby.”
“It’s not the only thing that’s big, sweetheart,” Mark says with a grin that has your heart beat stuttering. His hands move to your ass and you have just enough awareness to wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts you up. In hindsight, it’s quite impressive how he manages to get in the hammock with you.
“Wha- what are you doing?” you ask as he moves you into his lap, both your knees bracketing his hips.
“Oh sweetheart, wasn’t this your plan all along? So desperate for my cock that she forgot all her manners,” he coos, pulling his shorts down just far enough to free himself.
“Oh, fuck,” you whisper as he drags it along your slit, rubbing over your clit with each pass.
“Mm, thought so,” Mark muses, lifting you up slightly so he can align himself with your entrance. He slowly sinks you down onto him, and you can’t help but pant at the stretch when he bottoms out.
“Mmhmm, that’s right sweetheart. You just wanted to be full, didn’t you?”
“Uhu..” you whisper, unable to come up with any sort of comeback or sassy remark. Placing your hands on his pecs, you try to roll your hips to get some friction, but Mark halts your movements.
“Mark,” you whine, “please, need you..”
“Oh but you have me, sweetheart. Only good girls get fucked. Naughty girls will just have to make do with cockwarming.”
“So mean,” you pout, earning you a kiss.
“Make you a deal, read your book like the good little girl I know you can be, and maybe I’ll let you come.”
written as part of @footballffbarbiex's kink bingo challenge
Well. There you have it. My descend into madness has lead me down a semi-smutty path. Y'all have @norrisleclercf1 to blame for the existence of this fic
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April Uploading Schedule
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F2 driver!Reader confesses to the press she find her mentor incredibly hot
Different Kind Of Good Morning - CL16 (12th)
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Praises And Babies - SV5 (19th)
Sebastian gets baby fever after he wins his 3rd wdc
Shape Of You - LS18 (22nd)
Lance fucks a stranger in his hotel room
I Love You - SV5 (26th)
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Reader end up in her parents’ neighbours bed
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i hope all the f1 x reader author girlies know how much i love them. yall are out here doing gods work everyday working like a dog day and night and i love u.
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