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Babe, i love your page and all your work, it’s true a chef kiss. Shit i don’t know if you will take my request or not but i really need naughty f1!seb x driver!reader.

Well they’re teammates. For him she’s so tempting yet so innocent and beautiful. She is basically in her early 20s (sorry i don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this, but if you're not then it’s fine). And sometimes she gets shy around him because he’s her childhood crush, she’s been a fan of him since she was young doing karting. Most of the drivers took interest in her but she only has eyes for seb, now she wants him. Spending most of their time seeing each other at work, they couldn’t resist the desire anymore. He always fantasized to get her writhing beneath him, worshiping her, corrupt that innocent mind of her, giving her the best pleasure, etc🫠 Finally, yk “that” thing happened. The rest, i give it to the expert, you. I hope you get my point. Love you sm babe💗

thank u v much! love u too <3 sorry it's taken me a while to get to this, but im here now ! :)

sebastian vettel x fem!reader MASTERLIST

synopsis; working with your childhood crush is hard. but what's harder is him secretly fantasising about you.

warnings; age gap, sexual fantasies, sexual implications, S M U T 18+, p in v, spitplay, dom!seb, sub!reader, spanking, semi-public sex, masturbation!male

Redbull, a household name. The legacy and glory it established in the early 2010's was something to behold. Sebastian Vettel, their four time world champion, insanely attractive German blonde surfer type that had gotten you into racing.

His face shone, holding up his trophy, frozen in the image that was up on the back of your door. You look up at it, knowing that one day you'll make it with him. He was the birth of your insane crush, as well as your crazy driven work ethic, as you didn't stop racing and pushing till you got to where you are today, in Formula One.

The start of the season; a fresh start for everyone, and you had something to prove with it being your debut. You represented the emerald green, walking into the paddock for the first time as a driver. The nerves were wracking, hands tightly clutching the pass.

It was your first time meeting Sebastian, as he had been busy and not available to attend previous meetings and testing sessions. You were slightly relieved, knowing you'll be awkward around your childhood crush.

"Morning Y/N!" You hear interviewers calling out, trying to grab your attention for some pre-race thoughts.

You wave meekly to them, sporting a small polite smile. You felt your hair flowing briskly behind you, small gold hoops in your ears as you spot your garage, a natural rosy blush tinging your cheeks.

"Well, hello sunshine!" Mike yelled out, grabbing every person's attention in the garage as they turn to you, smiling.

"Morning Mikey." You giggled, feeling eyes on burning on your figure.

You couldn't lie, you were pretty. Pretty beautiful, being offered multiple modelling campaigns, photoshoot opportunities, sponsorships. You took them when you could, having it as a fun little side job, but mainly focusing on racing.

You had received a few cheeky DM's from F2 and F3 drivers when you were also competing with them, but not necessarily feeling interested. Because of a certain blonde? You like to think not.

"Y/N L/N. Pleasure to have you in Aston Martin." You felt a thick German voice speak out from behind you.

You just took the bullet, nervous as you turned around. "Sebastian Vettel. Trust me the pleasure is all mine, I'm honoured to be working with a legend like yourself."

You played it cool, internally thanking yourself for not being weird.

"You okay?" You laughed nervously, seeing that when you turned to face Sebastian, he was taken aback. He looked at you, gazing into your eyes.

As soon as you turned around, it was like a cliché from a movie. The most gorgeous woman he had ever laid his eyes on had fallen into his hands, your hair gently flipping back as though you turned in slow motion. Your eyes had a certain twinkle to them, with a smile kinder than a child with some candy.

"Uhm, yeah of course." He shook his head a bit, coming out of his trance.

"Seb, Y/N, you have a panel right now, make your way to the hall for it." Mike shouted from across the garage, pointing out of the door.

"Alright, one sec! I'm just going to put my stuff away." You gave Sebastian a polite smile, walking to put your bag away.

You left him stunned, standing there smiling like an idiot. He ruffled his hand against the back of his head, walking to the panel.

The drivers sat there, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for you to come in so they could start the questions. You were only a couple minutes lately, but the drivers clearly had a thing for punctuality.

You awkwardly walked in, the drivers gaze averting straight to you. Your once loose hair had now been pulled back gently, graciously in a middle parted ponytail.

Whatever sweet and innocent thoughts Sebastian had of you, had disappeared instantly, making eye contact with you. The thought your hair tied up like that, drove him wild.

"Sorry I'm late!" You said sweetly, taking your seat as everyone giggled around you.

The panel continued, a few questions being asked about how you balance modelling and racing, how you feel about being new in the season, etc.

The interviews finally stopped, bringing it to an end. You step off the platform and start making your way to the door, before being stopped by a tap on the shoulder. You turn to be met with the familiar face of an Alpha Tauri driver.

"Y/N, isn't it? You did really well up there." His French voice spoke out, smirking at you.

"Thanks Pierre, trust me I was really nervous." You laughed, making some nice small talk with him.

What you weren't aware of was the blue eyes staring you down from a corner, clearly jealous, yet having limited interaction with you.

"Yeah, my Instagram's there." You pointed it to Pierre, saying a small goodbye as you rushed to the garage.

In the next coming months, you naturally got closer with Sebastian; now calling him Seb. A few scandals here and there about drivers liking you; but you knew who you wanted.

"Okay, now don't get all nervous like you always do. Be bold." You pointed to yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to make some risky moves to Seb.

You look around the office and the garage, and he was nowhere to be found. Usually when talking to Seb, he was quite the flirt, but that's his usual personality. Every time the cheeky boy made a little comment you could feel your cheeks burn up, not having the courage to match the energy.

As you were trying to find the supposed cheeky boy, he was having some cheeky time to himself. He was in his driver's room, door unlocked, some lame Netflix show blasting to avoid any of his noises to be let out.

He found himself in the same situation again; slight sweat forming on his forehead, top slightly exposing his abs, overalls bunched at his knees. Pumping his thick cock, vein adorning his length throbbing against his palm, small groans and moans slipping from his lips.

"Scheiße Y/N." He cursed, imaging your ass bouncing on his cock, the image infatuating his mind. He has these fantasies regularly, more than he'd like to admit. Corrupting you beneath him, leaving your ass with red handprints, screaming his name for anyone to hear.

He loved your innocence, how shy you got around him; even though it felt wrong to like someone so much younger than him. He was aware of his feelings, and yet he couldn't help but imagine your tight pussy clenching against his thick cock, leaving you desperate and writhing and cock drunk; Just. For. Him.

As he was pleasuring himself, you were still trying to find him. It soon clicked that he might be in his room. Storming over there, you could hear some loud sitcom deafening you, 'He must be in his room.' you thought.

You knocked loudly, rapping your knuckles against the white door, not hearing a response. You knocked again, waiting for any source of life behind the door.

"Seb, I'm coming in!" You shouted over the sound, opening the door.

Seb thought it was his imagination playing tricks, but he was severely wrong. You opened the door to see Seb fully masturbating on his sofa, opening his eyes to be met with your agape stare.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry!" You squeezed your eyes shut, running out from the room. You slammed the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to process what just happened.

Seb was just as shocked as you, immediately turning the show down and pulling his race suit over his.. extremely hard stick.

"Y/N, are you still there?" He bravely spoke out to the door, hearing you hum a faint 'Mhm.'

He opened the door slowly, holding his hand out for you take. Putting your small hand into his larger palm, it almost killed him seeing the size difference; the tent in his suit becoming a lot worse.

"I'm so sorry I walked in; I didn't think that you were doing.. that." You cringed at your own words, as he sat on the sofa, you joining him.

He looked down, smiling, a conniving plan clearly underway. "What would you think if I told you that I was thinking of you whilst doing.. that."

"Huh-" Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of mulberry red, embarrassment painting itself all over your face.

"Would you like that, Schatz?" His deep voice had some kind power behind it, as he looked deep into your eyes.

"You think of me that way?" You gulped gently, feeling clueless to his dirty thoughts.

"Of course, you're beautiful, and you drive me crazy." He tucked some loose hair behind your ear, your lips moving to his like a magnet.

You bit the bullet, feeling his soft lips softly kiss yours. In that moment, Seb couldn't control himself, his strong hands taking your hips, planting you on his lap. His boner was aggressively throbbing, practically begging for attention. You met his needs, slowly grinding against him.

He groaned into your lips, his hand coming down to smack your ass, as you moan loudly into the heated make out session.

"My little Schatzi likes getting her ass smacked?" He said darkly, watching you nod coyly, with a small smile.

You pulled his race suit down, pooling at his feet as his boner smacked up against your stomach, still on his lap. You wriggled out of his grip, putting on a cheeky strip show for him. Pulling your top off, sliding your skirt down; exposing your matching emerald set. You didn't let the fun stop there, turning around for him to see your ass, bending over and slowly pulling your panties off.

His jaw dropped at the sight of your shaved pussy, glistening with wetness, just for him. You turned back, seeing his once blue and bright eyes now dark and full of desire. You stand in front of him, as he pulls your hand onto the sofa, perfectly placed into missionary. He spits on his cock, you watching as he rubs into his leaking precum.

"C'mon, Seb baby put it in me already." You whined, watching as he smirked.

"Someone's a little impatient hm?" He laughed a bit, still in shock at his many restless nights coming true all in the span of a few minutes.

He slapped his cock against your entrance, pushing his tip into your tight hole, equalling in you both moaning.

"Scheiße; you're so fucking tight." He grunted, pushing his thick cock further in.

You pulled him closer towards you, kissing his full lips as a sense of comfort compared to his cock shattering your world.

"Faster." You breathily moaned out, feeling Seb's hands flip you around onto all fours swiftly.

He smacked your ass, beginning to pummel into you from behind, immediately hitting such spots you never knew existed. You bit your lip, feeling the metallic edge as you try to contain your moans.

"Such a good girl; taking me so well." He praises, gathering your hair as he pulls you up.

"Open." He commands, spitting in your mouth as you fall back down onto your hands, his pace never slowing.

"Fuck, Seb please don't stop." Pathetically begging, the sound of his hips snapping against your ass making you even wetter.

He didn't even care if people heard - in his opinion it made it all the better. He could feel your cunt pulsate around his cock, making him hit deeper.

"Please- I'm going to cum-" You could barely finish your sentence, legs shaking as you felt a tight knot explode; the biggest orgasm you've ever had.

He smacked your ass, never letting his pace weaken, letting you ride out your high.

Gasping for breath, you could feel his strokes become sloppy, you quickly pulled off his dick. Getting onto your knees straight away, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh verdammt, you look so pretty like that." He gasped out, letting his white cum paint your tongue and sides of your lips.

You licked his cum up straight away, lips making a smacking noise from your finger. The tiredness hit you both straight away, collapsing on top of each other, snuggling in the post-sex haze.

"And here I thought you were an innocent angel, in reality you're one kinky girl." He laughed, watching you blush and become shy again even though you just had filthy sex.

The next couple months contained a shit ton of sex in a shit ton of different places before deciding to go public, taking the media by storm.

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