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SOMETHING WAGERED !!! JENSON B. X DRIVER!FEM!READER X SEBASTIAN V. (18+)

summary: she really shouldn't have undermined their abilities to win a bet she off-handedly made.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, dom!rbr!seb and dom!mclaren!jenson, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, spitroast 🥸/trip to paris or sumn, size kink-esque (someone choking reader to feel themselves in reader's- you'll see), praise kink + dumbification, bratty turned cockdrunk!reader

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she shouldn’t have undermined these bastards. 

that bet that she made with them was an off-handed comment, anyways. so why did they take it too seriously?

she had a podium streak in comparison to jenson button and sebastian vettel, always finding herself a rank or so above the two. because of her constant p2, her ego got the best of her — telling them that she would let them celebrate with her the next time they landed a place above her. 

she seemed to be hesitant at the thought of it at first— but she was more bewildered when her race engineer announced that jenson got p1 and red bull’s sebastian followed after him. she was in p3.

she had known that she had sebastian on her tail before the last lap, but she wondered where she went wrong as they sat in the cooldown room. the two men smirked and gave each other a knowing look, watching the woman as she sat there silently— unable to look at them. 

and now, a quick teasing and grinding of hips against the others later, she found herself whining on all fours between the two drivers. jenson’s cock pounding inside her cunt while her cheeks hollowed around sebastian’s length.

her eyes were teary as she took a deep breath, feeling sebastian’s hand wrapped around her neck as he groaned and swore in german.

“scheiße, schatz,” sebastian muttered beneath his breath, feeling her tongue lapping on the underside of his cock. “you suck my cock so well— and i thought driving's the only thing you’re good at.” 

sebastian squeezed her throat lightly, groaning deeply when he felt the bulge in her throat as she took his length in. “such a good girl, schatz— i can feel my throat in your cock, baby.” 

jenson chuckled breathlessly, driving his hips against her backside as he spoke, “wait ‘til you feel her cunt, mate. she’s so fuckin’ good— you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, no, baby?” 

her eyes found sebastian’s as she tried nodding. only to end up choking for a brief moment as she continued to moan around the german’s cock. 

her walls were too oversensitive from getting tossed back and forth between the two after each one of them fucked her with their thick fingers. yet jenson was kneeling behind her as if she had more in her system.

because truthfully, she did have more in her system— she just couldn’t explain it anymore. she was too drunk on their cocks that she couldn’t say anything.

sebastian took his hand away from her throat and tapped her face, “he’s asking you a question, liebe.”

she almost cried when sebastian pulled his cock out of her mouth, unable to utter a word besides from, “seb— please- wan’ your cock—“

“but jenson is asking you a question— do you even know what he’s asked, liebe?” sebastian crooned mockingly, making her shake her head in embarrassment and immense pleasure as he laughed, “oh my goodness, are you getting stupid for our cocks?”

“my goodness, gorgeous,” jenson laughed from behind, his thrusts making her moan aloud as he continued to mock her, “us winning must’ve made you dumb, huh? can’t you believe that we get to fuck you like this because you were so bratty before this week?” 

“jens— seb— ah,” she babbled, her arms shaking before she held onto sebastian’s hips. she looked up at him once more, eyes glazed with tears as she pleaded, “please… wan’ your cock so bad, seb.” 

“i know you do, liebe,” sebastian dipped his head down to peck her lips. “you knew we’d win after that bet of yours that’s why you made it, hm?” 

“such an eager girl,” jenson tsked, “you could’ve just begged us to fuck you like a good girl. you didn’t have to come bragging to us about your winning streak.” 

the next thing she knew was that her mouth was back to sucking sebastian’s cock, making lewd noises as she devoured his length. 

jenson’s cock was sending her to an overdrive, making her moan around sebastian as she whimpered. to make her body shake harder, jenson’s hand snaked around her hips and found its way towards her clit. 

“mmh- ah hah,” she tried to let out, but sebastian’s length kept her voice muffled and vibrating as sebastian moaned. 

“oh gooood~” sebastian groaned, “fucking hell, jenson keep fucking her like that.”

jenson hissed sharply, “god, she’s so fuckin’ tight around me, seb. she’s about to cum. good girl, baby— you are such a good fuckin’ girl for us.” 

she nearly screamed, too turned on by jenson and sebastian’s filthy yet praising words as she felt her legs shaking and cunt throbbing. 

“mh- ngh~ f…” jenson’s fingers continued to toy with her clit as she murmured around seb, “f- uck—!” 

her eyes began to roll back, her vision blurring and turning white as she came around jenson. jenson and sebastian groaned loudly as they both came, with sebastian’s cock twitching inside her mouth and jenson’s coating her walls white. 

her body limped for a brief moment, her ears listening to the men’s heavy breathing as they shuffled around the room. she hadn’t even bothered looking up until she saw jenson and sebastian standing in front of her. 

“mmm…” she hummed. 

“you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, doll,” jenson grinned at her, making her smile lazily. 

“maybe we should win more often,” sebastian snickered quietly. 

“and here i thought the prize money matters more,” she murmured quietly, making the two laugh at her quips. 

“not if we get to see you like this every win, darling,” jenson replied with a smirk, “now c’mon. drink up. you’ve promised to ride seb. up you get, sweets.” 

she never really should’ve undermined these bastards. especially when she saw how much energy they’ve had left after fucking her for hours.

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SOMETHING DEVOURED !!! JENSON B. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oh it’s just— you know… jenson was a starved man after their date.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), did not proofread this, made this thirty minutes ago, use of explicit language, pwp, pussy drunk!jenson (!!!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting + overstimulation, little praise kink, terms of endearment, blurb

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to some, stripping the other person off while you remain dressed was considered unfair. 

it was a good thing that jenson button wasn’t just “some” person. in fact, he couldn’t care enough whether he was dressed or if his shirt’s buttons were half done. 

he couldn’t find himself to care about the state of his greying blonde hair. he couldn’t care less about the liquid that trickled down his stubbles. 

not when he was on his stomach, lapping up on her throbbing cunt as he moaned incoherently. her hand grabbing onto the back of his head as if she was trying to pull away. he wasn’t about to have that. 

she looked so good on their date, he could admit. but after she played footsies with him while she whispered the filthiest words in his ear about not wearing any knickers under her dress, he couldn’t stop himself from paying the check and pulling her out of the restaurant. 

he just had to have her. he wanted to devour her. he wanted to taste her after they both played cat and mouse for months.

she merely welcomed his lust with open arms— or well, with open legs. 

now here she was, crying with tears falling as she babbled about feeling too much.

too much orgasms had passed by and he still wouldn’t stop lapping up at her clit and tongue fucking her entrance. she felt overstimulated— all from his mouth. 

“god you taste so good, darling,” he murmured as he continued eating her out, his cock stiff in his pants as his hips rutted against the mattress. 

“jenson, ‘m gonna—“ she sobbed. “fuck~ ‘s too much!” 

he hummed around her clit, vibration sending her mind to spiral as he praised her, “you’re doin’ so good f’me, baby. stay still.” 

“m— hm, ah,” she cried out, her legs shaking and wanting to close around jenson’s head. yet she persisted, not wanting to suffocate the man as her heels dug against the mattress. “fuck! jenson, i’m cumming again—“

“yeah? you’re cumming again, baby?” he growled against her mound, his fingers sliding up and down against the lips of her cunt before he began fucking her with them.

he curled his fingers and massaged the sensitive spot inside her, his lips wrapped around her clit as he continued to massage it with his tongue. 

“so good, so good,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she whined loudly. “jenson, ‘m cumming! fuck! hah~ fuck~”

“let go for me, baby,” the sounds of squelching filled the room as he began to finger fuck her faster, his head pulling away from her cunt as his eyes brightened at the sight of liquid shooting out of her. she just squirted again. for the third time. 

he let out a deep chuckle as she eased off her orgasm, her body calming down as he finally pulled his fingers out of her. 

liquid dripped down his fingers as he sucked them dry, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lust blown pupils peered down at her.

he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers as she moaned quietly. “d’ya taste yourself, sweetheart?” he smiled, “so good, no?” 

“mhm,” she murmured. “so good.” she wasn’t referring to herself, but rather the euphoria that she felt from being devoured for three hours straight.

“don’t worry sweetheart,” he chuckled again before his hand slid down to unbuckle his pants, “gonna make sure you’re gonna cum in my cock too. i’m pretty sure you can handle it, my darling.” 

being passed around between jenson and mark 😮‍💨 i’m thinking thoughts rn

McLaren and Red Bull Era them? Top fucking tier

Mark whose pissed about something Sebastian did and Jenson because he was so close to another podium

They'd be so soft and lure you into this false comfort only to absolutely fuck you stupid. Mark who is always touching you with his hands a form of dominance for him and Jenson with his words whispering praise about how much of a slut you are for them and only them

Mark smirking laying his lips everywhere and Jenson taking photos to always remember this night

Excuse me I need to go drink holy water 🏃🏻‍♀️

Anything and everything on Seb’s breeding kink please and thank youuuu

😩😩😩😩 this got a little bit... whoooooo.... seb is a dirty mfker.

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the first time sebastian let his breeding kink slip, you were too dumbed out to truly comprehend that he was serious— and he'd do good on his promise to truly fuck a baby into you.

"huh, liebchen. 's too fucking good, i might just—" sebastian grips your hips from sheer fucking pleasure, as all ounce of restraint leaves his body, as he sinks into you. the feeling of you has him thinking about another kid won't hurt. he'd rather get pierced by an arrow before he's separated from your body.

"seb," you groan, breathless from need, so impatient that you started to move your hips, awarding a sharp hiss from him, and he has to physically shrink away to refrain from just letting go. "baby, fuck, wait." he exhales sharply. "always so impatient." he reproaches, tapping your ass in reproach. "my balls are too fucking full for you to act like a brat."

"who's fucking fault is it then?" you respond with a bite, reminding him of his lack of preparedness. he's got you holed up in the middle of an admittedly, beautiful lodge in the swiss mountains, but he's forgot to bring some good old rubber.

"watch your mouth." sebastian swats your ass, harder this time, making you jolt. "but if you want my cum so fucking bad, then," he snaps his hips, "we're not stopping until you're full of me." he groans, feeling you stir, "shit, you liked that huh? want to be full of my cum, baby?" he knew how to fuck you, and he knew which places you felt him in your freaking guts. you were gripping his shoulders for dear life, a plethora of moans and whimpers of his name were things that sounded like music to his ears.

"say, i'm going to fuck a baby in you to straighten you up," he strains as he feels your walls clench around him, "fuck, liebchen. you're a vixen..."

you huff a moan, muffled by the pillows, unable to process anything outside of the overwhelming need. "sebastian, let's just—" you tamper down the tempting allure of throwing all rationality away.

"no words, no thinking." his voice softens for a moment, "i got you baby."

I bet with seb, baby leclerc wouldn't (or wouldn't be able to) keep him as a secret for so long. The girl is obssesed with him and the man kisses the ground she walks on, they're just so smitten to each other. But I wonder whether in this case, seb has children or not because if he does — like imagine the whole family is obsessed with her too😭🥹 seb children be like “can we have her live with us” and seb was all like “id like that to happen too”

🫣🫣🫣 i mean, their age gap is alr quite significant and if seb already has a baby, the baby would have to be around five to balance out the age gap... but!! dilf seb is very hard to resist so,, maybe 😩😩😩

"i don't wanna go." his daughter stubbornly looks away from him, squirming to get away from his opened arms and deeper into your embrace. she practically looked at him like he was her long time enemy, and she sought refuge into your arms.

"schatz, we had an agreement." sebastian continued to coax his girl, who was undeniably besotted by you— disinterested in leaving your house, and you altogether. "you said you'd be good, and listen to papa. we need to go home now, y/n has things to do." his voice was tinged with helplesness, now very familiar with this dance as they've shared the same stalemate dozens of times until—

his daughter sniffles. your heart practically melted into a puddle, and you couldn't help but hug her tighter to you. as if sharing her same fear that you will be separated.

"chéri," you look up at sebastian, grasping his hand. "i can reschedule. we can stay in, and watch more tangled, and cuddle." you utter softly.

"you keep spoiling her, baby." sebastian has hints of exasperation in his tone, but the smile creeping on his face betrayed him as he leans down to press a long kiss on your lips.

"i barely see her anymore, i should have cleared my schedule as early as yesterday." you murmur, resting your cheek on the top of her head as she giggles in delight, now as familiar with this dance to know she's won the negotiations once more.

sebastian laughs, pressing a kiss to both your head as he stands up to grab the remote and replenish the snacks.

"you should live with us! so we don't have to be apart! we can hang out everydayyyyy!"

you laugh at her enthusiastic prattle, looking up at her smug father who's been tirelessly convincing you of pretty much, the same thing.

"work those eyes shatz, so we'd have her living with us by the end of the month!"

OKAY dilf filthy thots: Seb spending the night at little Leclerc's flat. Charles walking in her room early in the morning, and true to gossip girl style... seb is giving her head under the duvet

APCXJPCFKC SEB IS A BETCH

"chérie!" charles slams the door closed, dropping the paper bags of breakfast he was carrying along to the counter. his eyes roamed around your pristine flat, finding no sight of you anywhere; so he figured you were still very much asleep.

charles was practically skipping on the way to your bedroom. it's been a while since he last saw you, and he arrived late last night. and after much deliberation, wether he'd bother you with his presence, or crash at the guest bedroom, his conscience won out.

if he was exhausted, you must be aswell... he just didn't know to what extent.

charles knocked twice, and as he hears your faint mumble of come in, he turned the knob and peaked inside your bedroom. he was welcomed by the sight of you in black rimmed glasses, and a white oversized tshirt, sitting up on the bed.

"goodmorning chérie," charles grins. "i bought you breakfast— well, brunch."

"mhmm," you nod rapidly, blinking. "let me just fix myself up." you inclined your head.

"alright, but hurry. the food's gonna be cold!" he reminds you, evidently in a cheery mood. you were craning your head as you awaited his footsteps to retreat— and you practically kicked sebastian in his back.

"i hate you," sebastian peels back the cover over his head, blue eyes sparkling with so much mirth, in his lips were the glistening evidence of your wetness and his cheeky smile. "i hate you so much." you utter as you sag against the headboard, weakened by the sudden interruption and willing yourself to stop trembling from his earlier ministrations.

"imagine if i didn't make you see stars, then huh." he purrs, "you'd be kicking me off the bed."

"so witty in the morning." you squint, laughing under your breath as his stubbled kisses tickled your skin. you ran your hands on his tussled hair as he gave you a breathtaking kiss.

"my pretty girl," he whispers against your lips, trailing his kisses on your cheeks. your heart fluttered, every single urge in your body was screaming at you to just throw caution in the wind, lock the door and orchestrate a repeat of last night's events— regardless of a potential meltdown charles would do.

"seb," you utter in protest, against your will. "charles is going to get suspicious."

sebastian groans under his breath, "why are your brothers a bunch of walking cock blocks?"

"they're barely here, chéri." you lean away from him, lashes fluttering as you try to sway his scandalous ire. he could be temperemental if he wishes to be. petty freaking german.

sebastian made a noise of disagreement, but he was silenced by the raised eyebrow you gave him. "i don't like sharing." he purses his lips.

"evidently." you chuff, "never knew how to share your toys as a child huh?"

"no." he says seriously.

"me too," you giggle, and he finally smiles again. "but if you behave now, i'll—" you lean in to whisper some filthy promises to the pouty german, so he'll finally let you placate the other big baby in the other room.

andddddd he's patiently waiting in your bed, all smug and pretty after charles left.

i think sugar daddy jenson fav sex position, could be also doggy style with the reader having a tattoo on her ass cheek (maybe the #22 , his f1 number)

I'd have to laugh if it was on her ass but maybe her hip?? 

the two of you were in bed, Jenson’s laying on his stomach, his arm draped over your stomach. your fingers ran over the tattoo on his shoulder, tracing over it. 

you had always admiring his tattoos and you were thinking about getting on yourself but you’d start small - maybe the size of his button tattoo. 

he was away for a trip this upcoming weekend and when he wasn't home, you stayed out of trouble or at least tried too. the timing of your friend telling you that she was going to get a tattoo done was all too convenient, so you just had to go. 

-- 

the house was quiet, you had just gotten out of the shower when the front door unlocked. you hear him shouting for you and you tell him you're changing and you’ll be down in a second. 

does jenson ever listen? no. 

he found you in the bedroom on your underwear, he can’t help but notice the darker spot by your hip. “what’s that?” he asks, walking over to take a closer look. 

you turn to show him your hip, “do you like it?” 

upon taking a closer look, jenson realized there’s a little 22 on your hip. “that’s my number.” 

“I know. do you like it?” 

"I do.” he smiles, his hand resting over it when he kisses you. 

the two of you go about your afternoon, relax, hang out, have dinner. it wasn't until you were in bed that jenson pulled you back to him, your back pressed to his chest when he pull your leg over his. 

he fucks you like that, the way you were laying left your tattoo uncovered, letting his fingers trace over the two 2s. 

“you know you’re mine, now?” 

“wasn't I always?” 

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