One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

60. - Sebastian Vettel

For SdeSenna !

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Sebastian groaned in pleasure just after you reached your high. Panting, he laid his head on your torso for a few seconds before he got to the bathroom to throw the condom away. It wasn't the first time you two slept together, but each time felt better than the last.

Sebastian came back into the room and stared at your naked beauty. He still didn't understand why you were single, men should fight to even get one look from you. He didn't mind though, as it meant that he had you for himself. When you two first met, it was clear on both sides: nothing serious, just some great sex to release the pressure. You agreed on a couple of rules though, including exclusivity. Your relationship wasn't based on feelings but you were still possessive and didn't want each other to see other people.

Sebastian had explained that he didn't have time for a true relationship because of his job and he needed someone to relax with after a bad weekend at work. You didn't have good experience at dating so you found this non-official, non-sentimental relationship perfect for you. You were one of the directors of a big company in Austria, so you knew about the pressure. But more than that, Sebastian and you were both in need of tenderness.

You had started this thing two months ago, and it was great. The sex was amazing and you didn't have the constraints of a relationship. Sebastian was great with you, always caring and a gentleman. You found out quite quickly that he was boyfriend material.

"I'm living tomorrow morning for Brazil." Sebastian sighed as he lied in bed next to you, his fingers gently brushing your arm.

"Good luck for the race, Seb. I know it's been tough on you this season, but it'll be over soon, alright?"

"Yeah. Thank you." He looked into your eyes, founding them incredibly deep. "I wish I could take you there with me. Somehow your gorgeous body always seem to take my mind off things." With a grin, he let his hand go down your back to your naked butt.

"Well who knows, maybe I'll suddenly lose my clothes in the office and send you a picture. You know how clumsy I am."

"The clumsiest."

He kissed you and hovered you again, ready for round 2.

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Sebastian couldn't sleep. He arrived in Brazil two days ago, but the bed felt cold and empty. Your face kept appearing each time he closed his eyes and that definitely didn't help him sleeping. He felt the urge to grab his phone and call you. Oh, how he wished he could hear your voice. The media were awful with him today and he knew you would know how to comfort him. You didn't know anything about Formula 1 but, somehow, you always listened to him and gave him great advice.

He had never felt so lonely than at that moment. Going against all rules you two had settled, he texted you, just a simple goodnight text, but he wished that would make you think of him as much as he was thinking of you. You answered and texted non-stop for the next days.

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For the first time, you watched Formula 1 on TV. Sebastian was starting second, just behind his main opponent who just won the championship. Sebastian knew he didn't have anything to win or lose anymore, but he told you he wanted to win the last two races to find his confidence back. You barely watched the race, too occupied with your work, but you raised your eyes from your computer when you heard the commentator yelling Vettel's name. He had just won.

You felt something you didn't for a long time other than for yourself, you were proud of him. As his red car was joining the parc fermé, you could imagine the smile on his face. Your heart fluttered when he took his helmet out and you could swear you were blushing like crazy. The man on TV had shared your bed more than once these past months. You had ran your hand through his hair just like he was doing at that moment. You were proud and what you were feeling what definitely not part of your agreement.

The trophy in Sebastian's hand felt heavy, he hadn't won a Grand Prix in a long time. When his eyes looked at the camera, he shyly smiled, remembering you had told him you would watch, and wondering if you stuck to that promise. Entering his garage, he felt lonely again. His team and boss were congratulating him, but no one was there for him. Looking at the box where the family of the Ferrari drivers usually sat, he imagined you, next to Minttu Raikkonen.

He barely had time to take a sip of water in his driver room that his cell phone rang. Looking at the name of the caller, he smiled.

"Hey, Y/N."

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"Do you want to come to Abu Dhabi with me at the end of the month?" Sebastian exclaimed just after entering your apartment. He had his luggage with him, meaning he probably came here straight from the airport.

"You mean, for the race?"

"Yes! I want you there with me." His smile was so infectious that you couldn't refuse and nodded. "Great. I've been thinking about something else too."

"Shoot."

"How about we forget about those stupid rules we agreed on when we first met?" He came closer to you, his arms surrounding your waist as you put your hands on his torso for support.

"Which rules are you talking about exactly?"

"The no-feeling part. I know I'm the one who insisted on that, but I think I'm ready for more than just sex. I miss you when you're not around, I guess that proves something."

"I have to admit I missed you too this weekend. So... does that mean we're official? Like a real couple?"

"Just like a real couple." His nose was caressing your cheek to your neck, just under your ear. "I want to take you on dates. And introduce you to my friends and family. And I don't want us to sleep together anymore. I want to make love to you, every hour of every day."

"Better start now, then."

You sealed this new promise with a passionate kiss, quickly making your way to the bedroom.

In Abu Dhabi, Sebastian looked at the family box in his garage before going into his car. There, like he imagined two weeks ago, you were sitting with a Ferrari cap on your head, smiling as big as you could.