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Kimi Räikkönen in "Stars in der Manege" in 2003.

Kimi Räikkönen for F1 Racing September 2008 - The Ferrari Issue by Heikki Kulta

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Hi Guys :) Here's the f1 simi fic I promised earlier!!

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Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Relationships: Kimi Räikkönen/Sebastian Vettel, Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc (minor backround relationship)

Characters: Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Daniel Ricciardo, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Britta Roeske, Hanna Prater, Lando makes one (1) appearance if you squint

Additional tags: Teacher/Student-Relationship, Age gap (i was thinking of this specific Seb and around 2019 Kimi with exactly this hairstyle), clubbing, drinking i suppose but not that much, mentioned (!!) but not further specified praise kink as well as some manhandling, I wouldn't necessarily call it Seb centric but there isn't that much dialogue with the rest of the characters

It's around 2.5k and i'm not sure yet how much more there is to come but there definitely is something (including some good fucking, hopefully).

anyway i hope you enjoy :)

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Is that-? There is no way.

To be honest, yes, Seb had been a little perplexed at first, but that vanished after three seconds, which was exactly when he had realised the endless possibilities this was revealing. It made a smirk appear on his face in no time, and when Daniel realised what Seb was grinning so mischievously about, he just groaned and told him he'd get himself another drink.

Meeting Kimi here, of all places, hadn’t been something he expected, but Seb wasn’t about to complain. Oh, this was going to be so fun.

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So, it all started last semester, when he was late for his first lecture of the day, which would've only been half bad if it wasn't with an entirely new professor. Good impressions, and all that stuff he was too well raised to ignore. He could see his mother’s frown in his mind.

But as it turned out, he didn’t fumble his bag too badly, because said professor wasn't on time either, if running into each other in front of the classroom was anything to go by. Literally though. Sebastian had been going full speed and didn't even see Kimi (don't tell him he calls him that; he always insists on his last name) coming from the other side of the hallway. So, they'd literally crashed into each other, with Seb apologising with a sheepish grin after he realised just who he'd collided with. Kimi had grumbled a little, which Seb had found more attractive than he probably should have, so he helped pick up the papers that had fallen to the ground moments before, noting the way his professor's eyes followed his movements. Interesting.

From that moment on, Sebastian had been entirely gone, völlig hin und weg, as Britta said at least once every two weeks, for his English literature professor.

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You see, Professor Doctor Kimi-Matias Räikkönen is hot.

Everything about him, from his laid-back demeanour, to the pushed-up sleeves of his shirt that show off the tattoos on his forearms and strain against his biceps depending on how he moves, to the mesmerising way his accent wraps around the vowels whenever he speaks. The way he talks so confidently, speaking a little lazily but still getting directly to the point and doing that eyebrow thing- ugh. And don't even get Seb started on the crook of his perfect, perfect nose and the way he pushes his slightly-too-long hair back occasionally. It was unfair to be that attractive, honestly.

Whatever. Seb was mostly normal about it.

Except he wasn't, and about every friend he had could confirm that. Because if Seb wanted something, or, in this case, someone, he was completely incapable of shutting the hell up.

His roommate and also best friend of two years, Daniel, had been so annoyed with him one time (after Seb had described all the ways he wanted Kimi to bend him over a little too colourfully) that he'd promptly stolen Seb's laptop and sent an e-mail to ‘DO NOT SEND EMAILS TO DRUNK!!!’, which had been Seb's way of self-preservation, saying something along the lines of ‘Hey, wanna come over tonight? I know you miss me. ;)’ followed by their address and Daniel all but bolting out of their shared flat.

This had left Seb with the humiliating task of sending another e-mail to Kimi, explaining how, of course, it had been a misunderstanding and was not meant for him, the e-mail simply having been sent to the wrong person. Kimi hadn’t even replied (and hadn’t that disappointed Seb a little…) and he had refused to play FIFA with Daniel for an entire week after that.

Surprisingly, it hadn't even been awkward in person, because apparently Kimi decided to have the decency to completely ignore ‘the incident’. Seb was glad, even though that meant he couldn't make any maybe-flirty-maybe-not comments about it.

That was another thing. Kimi let him flirt. Seb was shamelessly flirting with him and Kimi didn't even say something about it. No ‘you are a student, this is inappropriate’ or something equally professional and not even a ‘What the fuck, Vettel’. No, sometimes he even flirted back, if that wasn't Seb's delusions speaking. And to drive him off of the cliff of his ever growing crush completely, Kimi replied with that glint in his eyes from time to time, looking at Seb a little too intensely, sometimes even letting little touches linger

On one memorable occasion, Kimi and he were talking on their way to class about an assignment or report or whatever; he didn’t really remember. It had been a lame excuse to speak to Kimi anyway because Seb, deciding to catch up to him when he saw him walking across campus on his way to class, didn't want to miss the chance to annoy the older man a little and bless Kimi with the presence of his favourite student. 

Anyways. They were talking, and Seb had managed to say something that made his professor grin a little, which led to him being so mesmerised for a moment that he didn’t pay attention to the people around them (which proved to be the best thing that ever happened to him). Not one second later, Kimi’s strong arm was wrapped around his waist and pulling him to the side, and wow. For a moment, his feet left the ground, before he was placed back down, and all he could do was stare at Kimi, who had just picked him up and manhandled him out of the way. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was dreaming or if he just let out an entirely embarrassing sound or, like, moaned Kimi's name in public.

He realised that this was, in fact, actually happening when he heard Kimi grumble something along the lines of “what an asshole” not even looking at Sebastian, but his head turned into the opposite direction where a guy on a skateboard was quickly disappearing behind the next corner. 

Seb should send him a thank you card or write him check, really, because even though Kimi had let his hand fall from his waist again, seemingly as soon as he realised what he was doing and, most importantly, who it was he just pushed around like it was nothing, he was still standing oh so close. Seb could smell his cologne, hell, he was close enough that he could smell the cigarette Seb knew for a fact Kimi had been smoking earlier, and the absolutely beautiful view of Kimi's side profile he had right now truly was a sight to behold.

He would never forget that moment. It had burnt itself into the back of his mind and for the next two weeks it had been the lead starring in every wank he had. If he tried hard enough, Seb could still pretend to feel the big hand and the long fingers that had been resting on his waist, even touching his bare skin where his shirt had rode up a little bit.

That was, at least, until that one time Kimi had told him “Hmm, you’re doing so well, Sebastian” in a low voice, right next to his ear. He had been standing barely thirty centimetres behind Seb, leaning over his shoulder while reading over Seb's assignment.

(One he had known was good but had still come to Kimi's office hours for. Only to get a review, of course, and not because he wanted to use every chance he could get to see Kimi without being too suspicious. Not that he thought Kimi didn’t know what he was at; no, Seb firmly believed Kimi was painfully aware of Seb’s advances, but this was a game, and he had to keep the façade. Seb would succeed eventually. He was pretty positive about it.)  

Kimi had not bothered to wait for Seb to get up after he had logged onto Kimi's computer in Kimi's office, sitting in Kimi's chair instead of just e-mailig it to him, because he was incapable of making life easy for himself. Instead, Kimi had leaned closer, over his shoulder, one arm reaching around Seb to slowly scroll through the pages.

And how unbelievably cruel of him, because Seb could see him from the corner of his eye, could smell the Vanilla Firenze on him, could feel the body heat radiating from behind and, if he wasn’t completely delusional, even hear his soft breathing, and still, he wasn’t allowed to reach out and touch. It had taken everything in him to keep his eyes on the screen.

Needless to say, from that day on Seb's wet dreams had a new co-star, Mrs Praise starring right next to Mr Manhandling.

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For Easter Break, Daniel, Britta and Seb had decided to go all out. In the literal sense as well as the metaphorical, mind you. The plan was to go clubbing until at least two of them got laid and then go clubbing again to celebrate. Maybe even throw a party or two themselves, or just attend some. Maybe the sorority house two blocks down the street that always had the good beer would throw one again, too. It didn't really matter, because they really just wanted to get wasted and maybe even get laid in the process.

Eventually, Danny had told Max about their plans, who told his boyfriend, naturally, which led to Charles pulling some strings like the proper rich kid he is and getting them access to some of the more exclusive clubs in the city. Bless his soul, honestly. After realising she'd have to deal with all four of them alone at some point, Britta had decided to bring Hanna because of ‘emotional support’, whatever that was supposed to mean. They weren't that bad, really. 

So. The plan was to party, and party they did. 

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It was Saturday evening; they had been to a different club on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, and the one today was packed. Jackpot.

For some reason, they didn’t have any drinks left at the flat (apart from Tequila, which Seb refused to touch unless he was already shitfaced enough to not remember it the next day, much to Daniel's disdain, who apparently loved that abomination of a drink enough to have it stashed in his sock drawer), which meant they were all terribly sober when they arrived at the club.

At the moment, Seb was trying to locate his friends again on his way back from the bar, trying not to spill anything on his way through the crowd, looking for the telltale silhouette of Max and Charles shamelessly making out or Daniel's messy curls in the crowd. It was incredibly hot in here and at this moment, Seb was glad to have decided on a simple black t-shirt to go with his favourite grey pair of jeans (the ones that got him laid the most because they made his ass look incredible) instead of the admittedly good-looking but also long-sleeved button down. After a moment of searching. though, he managed to find them through Hanna’s obnoxiously sparkling dress that probably only she could pull off without looking ridiculous. 

He handed Charles whatever cocktail it was he had demanded and passed everyone else their beer with a grin. The heavy bass was making his head swim a little already, and Seb just knew tonight was gonna go well. Everyone in their little group was in a good mood, Charles and Max already making their way to the dancefloor, and Hanna and Britta were talking animatedly about something Seb couldn't really make out because they were standing right in front of a speaker.

Daniel was currently telling him about the guy from Thursday night that he had apparently just spotted in the crowd on the dance floor, when it happened.

“Y’know, the cute one! With the curls and the orange crop top?” 

Daniel all but shouted at him over the music. On seeing Seb's apparently lost-looking face he added, looking a little scandalised, “How could you forget him?! He was there, like, the whole time.” which made Seb giggle.

“Dunno, mate; I probably didn’t even remember my own name that night,” To be honest, he wasn't even the slightest bit ashamed, so he just grins widely at Daniel and takes another sip of his beer. 

He was just about to ask Daniel to come dance with him when he spotted him.

Is that-? There is no way.

Seb recognised Kimi at first glance. The confusion and slight surprise must have shown on his face because he noticed Daniel looking around for whatever it was Seb had seen, apparently not making Kimi out in the crowd.

“What is it?” Daniel asked him over the music, leaning closer, looking even more confused, while a grin spread over Seb's face, his gaze remaining fixed on Kimi. 

He was looking incredible, in Seb’s humble opinion, clad in black jeans and a simple black polo shirt, the first few buttons blessedly undone and his pants just the perfect amount of tight around his ass. There was a pair of black sunglasses resting on his head and for some reason it pulled the outfit together perfectly, only intensifying the stark contrast between it and his blonde hair and icy blue eyes. 

Kimi was currently leaning against a wall at the back of the club, close to what seemed to be the VIP area, talking to someone Seb didn’t recognise. For a moment all Seb could do was stare because, firstly, wow, and secondly, how lucky is he?

Meeting Kimi here, of all places, hadn’t been something he expected, but Seb wasn’t about to complain. Oh, this was going to be so fun.

Instead of giving Daniel a proper answer, Seb just points into the crowd, directly at Kimi, and he's finally able to tear his gaze away, instead grinning at Daniel and waiting for his realisation. which promptly comes in the form of a groan.

“How is this even possible? What is even the probability of meeting your professor in a club? Much less the one you want to fuck since you two first met,” Daniel lets out, sounding as much amused as annoyed, and before Seb can even begin to answer, he adds, “You know what? I’m gonna get another drink.” 

Seb snickered a little as he watched Daniel disappear into the crowd again, downing the remaining bit of his drink on his way. He knew Danny wasn't really pissed; he probably just needed an excuse to find that guy he'd been obsessing over anyway. And besides, Seb still had Britta and Hanna he could talk to.

That was, if he wanted to, of course. But they looked entirely engrossed in their conversation, it would be rude to interrupt now. They probably won’t even notice if he just walked away and…

Before he could overthink it, he was making his way over to where Kimi had stood just moments before.

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