Formula One Reader Insert

Sebastian Vettel; I...

I am fully willing to let this man ruin my life; he is smart, funny, European, a wonderful contributor to society and worldly needs, and less we forget, fucking gorgeous.

This is about ferrari!seb

I have a healthy relationship with my father, I am just a whore and have thought he was attractive from when I was watching F1 in like 2009 (many moons ago now, I remember Michael Schumacher wins at like age 4, which meant seb winning I would've been nearly 12 after the first)

We have kimi this time!!
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Oh, how happy Sebastian was to be living in Switzerland, the peace, the tranquillity, Kimi and other friends and family. It really was a dream come true.

Kimi had asked Seb to meet him for a few rounds of badminton, and despite it being the summer break, there was no time off for legends, it was always about the grind, the need for success, but luckily for them both, badminton was a fun exercise, helped their attention and reflexes, and allowed them to have a laugh.

Between the move from Red Bull to Ferrari, the German man had decided he needed to settle down, he was now twenty-six, and buy a house, have a wife, kids, the whole nine yards.
That felt like it would never fall into place until he met the former W Series driver, who was fortunate to get transferred into Ferrari, (Y/N) (L/N), who was to be a team leader in absence of Binotto, and strategist for Vettel.

"Miss (L/N)?" Seb politely called through to the small cubicle that was set aside for footage reviewing. "May I come in?" He asked, poking his head just around the door frame.

"Of course, Mister Vettel, how can I help you?" She asked, spinning around on her chair, facing the door as the man came into the makeshift block.

"Can I take you out for drinks?" As the stereotype goes, Seb was German through and through.

"Why go out," she started, pulling a bottle of Jäger from under her desk. "When we can just drink here?"

That's when he knew, she was the one.

After a few nights drinking, they had warmed up to each other and warmed each other up, many a romp was had when they were in their early relationship and in the same hotels. Sebastian, once they were sober one morning, looked at the sleeping face of the woman he was falling in love with, and tenderly traced the laughter lines, softly pressing kisses to her skin to wake her up.

"Morning, star shine." She mumbled, nuzzling into the soft skin and hair of his chest, making him grin.

"Morgen, Schatzi." He muttered in response, a hand going into her (H/C) locks as he pulled her closer to him. "How long are you going to be my dirty little secret, hm?" He asked, semi-seriously, wanting to know the answer. He wanted to pin this woman down, he wanted to be with her until the end of their days and beyond. They'd been sneaking out since before the season started, having got to know each other intimately.

(Y/N) slowly rose from his chest, a hand slipping around his waist as she used his body as leverage to move, the loving she received the night before was less than tender after a few drinks. She looked him dead in the eye, melting as she did so as those baby blue eyes were always like the sky on a sunny day. "Why not today? Go and get a podim, and I'll give you a kiss when I go collect the constructors award!"

That was motivation enough.

The next week, he went and fucking won on the Hungaroring, Hungary.

(Y/N) was proudly up there with the newer faces, Daniil Kvyat, Daniel Ricciardo and her Sebastian. After the champagne celebrations and what could classify the strategist into winning a wet t-shirt contest, Seb stepped down from his podium and went straight to her.