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47silverracingline05 · 2 years

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"I think you've got champagne goggles on Mr. Vettel.": S.V

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Pill protected sex, Oral (Male Receiving), Nipple Play, Strong Language, 18+ Only!

You were worn out, your feet hurt as your shoes rubbed against the blisters that had formed on top of the burst blisters. Your arms and navy, and once upon a time, finely pressed uniform was sticky with a mixture of beer, Jägermeister, and champagne; and your hair was all over the place, slowly falling out the tight up-do you were forced to wear.

The Red Bulls had won once again. You didn’t really know what that meant, you didn’t pay much attention to Formula One, you just dreaded the party that followed.

You were a barmaid for the infamous Amber Lounge, which was based in Abu Dhabi, and was the hotspot for the afterparties that often accompanied a Formula 1 grand prix championship.

You’d been at the club now for nearly two years, you had been passing through the United Emirates on your travels, but ended up stuck here, when you fell in love with the beauty of the place, and ran out of money. Plus compared to other bars you had worked in; the pay wasn’t too shit.

However right now, you just wanted people to go home. It was getting close to four in the morning, and people weren’t showing signs of slowing down, asking for more beer, more shots and more Jägers. You’d been here setting up from four in the afternoon and the approaching 12th hour of your shift was torturous.

You looked to Sonia your manager, who had been sleazing over all the rich and famous who had trapsed through the club. It made you feel uncomfortable with the way she walked her fingers over the chests of the young and impressionable.

Now she was over by the VIP table. You always found it funny that you had a VIP table in a nightclub on a night where you literally had to pay thousands upon thousands of euros to even get through the door, let alone buying drinks.

“Sonia.” You tried to interrupt; the back of her bird’s nest of a hair style the only thing you were given as a response, “Sonia.” You tried again, but she kept her back to you.

You roll your eyes, you knew she had heard you, because her ears always flicked when someone called her name. One of the men she had been attempting to flirt with, looked over Sonia’s shoulder at your tired and fed-up figure.

He was the most attractive at the table, blonde hair, and blue eyes, very striking compared to the rest of the group. His beard rugged and his hair slightly ruffled, was exactly what you liked about a man. You darted your eyes away from him when you realised that he was about to catch you staring.

Thankfully he took some pity on you and motioned to Sonia that she needed to turn around.

When she did, you thought you’d rather be looking into the eyes of a great white shark than look into her beady eyes. Her top lip was curled up in a look of disgust and she looked you up and down.

“Yeah, I look like shit sweetheart, but that’s because you’ve been doing fuck all, whilst I’ve been doing double the work.” You screamed internally, but held back, wanting to keep your job for the time being.

“It’s been 12 hours; I want my break.” You spoke bluntly, your nostrils flaring slightly when Sonia continued to trail her gaze up and down. The bitch was judging you and it was really ticking you off. “Sonia, I want my smoke break.”

Sonia huffed, just twitching her head up, which was her signal that she was letting you go.

“But I want you back here in 15 minutes, understood.” You had already walked away before Sonia had finished her command, going through the back, and to the kitchen where Jacque your favourite chef was sweating away.

“Jacque, I need cigarette, per pieijè.” You motioned the thing that you wanted with a variation of hand flapping. You might have been in this country for two years, but you could only speak basic Arabic phrases, and all that was useless for Jacque because he was traditional Monégasque and spoke the origin dialect of the country of Monaco.

“You stop.” Jacque wagged his finger, folding his arms and his thick black eyebrows knitting together, “You too beauty for that shit.”

His English may be broken, but he never failed to make you laugh.

“Jacque, per pieijé, I work too long. Need break. Need cigarette.” You pleaded, hands together and bottom lip jutting out.

“You bad, but fine.” Jacque pulled a pack of cigarettes from his white chef’s coat and pulled out a singular drag, begrudgingly handing it over.

“Merçi tantu.” You blew him a kiss, and he beamed at you, a loud crash behind him, as the kitchen porter boy dropped an array of cooking materials onto the floor, drew his attention away as he began to swear in Monégasque at the poor boy.

You laughed to yourself, continuing through the back of the kitchen, before finally finding the staff smoking area, a balcony that looked out over the marina on the ground floor, the never-ending desert that seemed to go on forever, just behind it. You lent against the cold stone of the wall, the fresh air and cool feeling, a welcome relief to the stuffy and sweaty atmosphere inside. Kicking off your heels the ground was warm beneath your feet, heated all day by the harsh sun.

You played with the cigarette in your hand, twiddling it over your fingers.

“You don’t look like a person, who smokes.” You heard a voice seemingly from nowhere, which made you jump as you looked for the source. Suddenly you were no longer alone on the balcony and the man, who had been sat on the VIP table, the attractive one, emerged from a dimly lit doorway.

You froze unsure of what to say, he came closer to you, fumbling slightly, which indicated to you, a well-rehearsed barmaid, that he was a little bit tipsy.

“But you’re going struggle to smoke it, without a lighter.” The man pointed out, you smirked at him, leaning back more into the wall, just as he comes to stand by your side. He smelt strongly of red bull and Jägermeister, but you didn’t seem to mind, you could still faintly smell his aftershave that was fighting through.

“Not when I don’t want to smoke it.” You raised your eyebrows, rolling your head to look into his eyes. They were slightly hooded, like you; he had, had a long night, his probably a little more enjoyable.

“What?” He laughed, tilting his head confused.

“I don’t smoke. I just get more breaks if I say I do.” You explained shrugging your shoulders, “Not that, that has really worked in my favour today.” You mumbled under your breath, loud enough so he could still hear, you tossed the cigarette over the side of the balcony, you would buy Jacque a new pack later.

“Busy day?” the man asked, shuffling slightly closer to you, by now the sleeve of his shirt was brushing against your bare and sticky arms.

“You could say that.” You shrugged, you folded your arms, and rolled from your back, so that you were now leaning on your shoulder, staring at him, “What about you?”

The man broke out into a wide and cheeky grin.

“You don’t know who I am do you?” The man said, and your eyebrows furrowed and small snort slipping from your mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’re the prince of Arabia?” you joked, rolling back to leaning on your back and looking out into the marina.

“Not exactly.” The man shook his head, “My name is Sebastian.” The man, Sebastian, paused waiting for some kind of response, but you just continued to look out at the water surface, which danced with the bright lights of the city in the desert. “My name is Sebastian Vettel.”

You looked at Sebastian, his face was one of expectance, but you just smiled dumbly; “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Vettel.”

He suddenly realised that you had absolutely no idea who he was. And he was thrilled. You were just so genuine to him, you were so real, not like other girls, who fell over themselves to be near him, you were just normal.

“Well now you know my name, I suppose you should tell me yours?” Sebastian flirted, he moved from standing to your side, to in front of you, he leant back against the balcony railings, his head tilting to one side.

“I suppose I should, shouldn’t I.” you shrugged, “My name is Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/L/N.” Sebastian held out his hand, and you shook it, “Is there anything else, I get to know, or is that it.”

“There’s really not much to say, I’m Y/N, I’m 19 years old, dropped out of school to go travelling, worked in bars across the east side of the globe, then run out of money once I got to Saudi Arabia, and I’ve been stuck here ever since.” You shrug, you were mindlessly digging your toes into the ground, and didn’t realise that you had started to accidently play footsie with a man you’ve only just met. You quickly realised what you were doing, and pulled your feet away, eyes flicking up to see that Sebastian was smirking at you.

“Well Y/N, I think you’re quite possibly the most beautiful barmaid I’ve ever seen.” Sebastian attempted to compliment you, but it wasn’t the smoothest you ever heard, and you pulled a face.

“I think you’ve got Champagne Goggles on, Mr. Vettel.” You sniggered, wiping at your face slightly, the growingly intense stare that Sebastian had on your face was starting to make you a little hot under the collar.

“I’ve only had a few and seeing you has helped me sober up.” Sebastian explained, moving closer to you, you tried to back away, but you had nowhere to go as you just pressed your body further into the very solid wall. He caged you in between his hands, which he had rested either side of your head, before you had time to duck out of the way.

“I’m sorry Mr. Vettel, but we’re not allowed to…socialise with the customers.” You had to think carefully of what you were going to say, the closeness to Sebastian’s face was making your heart speed up, your eyes flicking from his to his lips, subconsciously the site of him and his darkening eyes, made you lick your lips. Sebastian watched your warm tongue, quickly slide across your bottom lip, leaving a thin coat of wetness over the surface. He smirked; he knew he had you right where he wanted.

“I want to do more than socialise with you.” Sebastian confessed his face went into the crook of your neck, his nose bumping just by your pulse point which made a chill shake your body. The warmth of your skin melting into your underwear, as you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter in the growingly stuffier uniform.

Sebastian’s warm breath fanning over your neck, his lips graze the skin of your collarbone that was slightly exposed because of the deep V of your navy blue shirt. You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying the closeness and the attention an attractive young man was giving you.

“Mr. Vettel.” You sighed, Sebastian pulling away from your neck, but his face still close to yours as your noses brush against each other, Sebastian resting his forehead on yours. “We can’t do this here.”

One of the hands Sebastian was resting on the wall behind you came to your waist, his thumb rubbing along the stiff fabric that covered your torso. His hand moved from cupping your waist, to cupping your bum, a shaky breath falling from your lips, as his grip got harder, as he pulled you closer to him.

Your hands come to rest on his chest, as Sebastian continues to grope your cheek, his chest is strong and his shoulders a broad, you very much wanted to continue with whatever Sebastian was looking for, but you feared the repercussions on your job.

“Well maybe you need to tell me where we can continue this,” Sebastian teased, briefly pressing his lips to yours, but before you can properly reciprocate, he had pulled away, “Because I need to see what’s under all this stiff uniform, and get to see and feel the real you.”

Before you could make another argument, his lips were back on yours, this time in a much deeper and meaningful kiss. Your lips lock together, your hands trailing up and down his chest, feeling the small lumps and bumps as your hands travelled further down his torse.

His tongue licked your bottom lip, not asking for your permission it soon made it’s way into your mouth, whilst your hands danced along his belt buckle, but not going any further, enjoying the little growl that breaks through your kiss, from the back of Sebastian’s throat, as you torment him slightly.

His hand got rougher, as he went from groping your ass to resting it against your ribs, and rubbing his thumb across your nipple, which had started to peak the moment your lips met.

Finally, you pulled away breathless, your eyes slowly opening to be still met with his intense stare.

“So darling,” Sebastian rasped, “Where can we continue this?”

You grabbed one of Sebastian’s hands leading him back inside the building, you managed to get passed the storeroom where Mateo was grabbing more crates of beer. You couldn’t believe that some people were still going, but you didn’t care anymore, you had something else to keep you busy.

You got through the winding corridors before coming to Sonia’s office.

“Is this your office?” Sebastian teased, as you pulled him in, but soon the power was back with him, as he pushed you up against a filing cabinet.

“We can pretend if you like?” you winked, Sebastian biting his lip as he admired your flirtation.

“Hmm maybe we can roll play another time, as of this moment I want this off, and you on your knees.” Sebastian commanded, pulling at the navy shirt, and fiddling with the buttons that went down the middle.

“You’re very demanding Mr. Vettel.” You toyed moving to the desk and hoping onto the wooden surface, crossing your legs, and leaning back heavily on your hands.

“I like to be in control, darling, now do as I say,” Sebastian ordered, pushing your knee so you uncrossed your legs letting Sebastian stand in between. Sebastian started to unbutton your shirt, whilst your fingers trailed back to his belt buckle.

“What if I don’t want to do as I am told?” You teased, unlooping his belt from the buckle, and now you just fiddle with his fly zip.

“Then I’m gonna have to teach you to be a good girl, because brats get punished.” Sebastian threatened, ripping the rest of the buttons open, making you gasp, as the cool air of the office, hit your chest.

Sebastian admired the hot pink bra for only a few seconds before he reached around and unclipped it, allowing your breasts to fall free. They bounced lightly when gravity got its way, and you could see the material of Sebastian’s dress pants, beginning to strain.

“You’re beautiful.” Sebastian admired, dropping his head down to suck harshly on your nipples, swapping between the two, making sure that both got an equal amount of attention. When it wasn’t between his lips being sucked and licked, it was in between Sebastian’s fingers, that were pinching and rolling tentatively.

Light breathy moans tumbling from your lips, the wetness between your legs was for sure soaking through your thin lace thong, and now that you were sat down, the wetness would soon be soaking through to your skirt.

You whine when Sebastian stops sucking your nipples, releasing one of them with a pop. He grabbed your hands, pulling you to your feet, but then pushing on your shoulders.

“On your knees, darling, show me what that pretty smart mouth can do, and then I’ll show you just how much I apricate all your hard work for today.” Sebastian promised, unzipping his trousers, letting them fall to his knees, he quickly pulled his boxers down, his member springing free, the tip, bright pink and leaking a small dribble of pre-cum.

You liked your lips, before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock giving it a few gentle pumps, then licking a strip from the base to the tip, collecting the little drips on your tongue. You look up at Sebastian through your eyelashes, the drops of his cum pearled onto your tongue.

You started to work Sebastian’s cock, alternating between stroking with your tongue and your delicate hands. Sebastian’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, soft groans falling from his mouth.

His fingers wined their way into your hair, guiding you up and down his length, thrusting his hips to meet your bobbing head.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” Sebastian breathed, stroking your hair from your face so he could see your eyes, that were watering slightly when his tip made contact with the back of your throat.

Sebastian could feel himself getting close, so he removed himself from your mouth, not wanting things to finish yet.

“Stand up, darling, and sit back on the desk.” Sebastian told you. You quickly followed his instructions, by this point you just wanted him inside you, your clit throbbed. Once you got onto the desk you squeezed your legs slightly wanting some relief, but your knees were pushed apart and Sebastian quickly pulled your underwear down your legs, throwing them somewhere across the room.

Sebastian pushed your shoulders back, so that you laid down flat on the desk, he spread your legs further so he could see what you had been hiding from him.

Your pussy glistened with excitement, and you shivered when Sebastian placed his thumb in your mouth before using it to stroke your clit in tight circles. The touch you’d been hoping for, caused jolts of electricity to fizz from your core. You didn’t think you could get any wetter, as Sebastian spread your wetness all over your lips.

“Beautiful,” Sebastian whispered, “I can’t wait to see how tight you are, gorgeous.”

Grabbing your thighs, he pulls you closer to him, your legs quivering slightly when his cock knocked your clit.

“Please just fuck me, Sebastian.” You begged, trying to grab his shirt to pull him closer to you.

“I like to hear you beg,” Sebastian smirked, then lining up with your entrance, he swiftly enters you, making you gasp, “Next time you beg, I want it to be for my cum, okay?”

You nod quickly, taking deep breaths as you got use to his length. Sebastian was bigger than what you were use to, and it made your walls squeeze him tighter, making Sebastian groan.

It was a few slow strokes, before Sebastian began to pump himself harder and faster, the items on the desk began to shake with the bending wood, as he fucked you harsher, some of them fell off, as you moaned loudly.

“That’s my good girl, moan for me, baby.” Sebastian praised, his fingers pinching your nipples, causing higher pitched moans to fall from your mouth before you could stop them.

“Ugh…you fuck me so good, Sebastian.” You groaned, trying to find something to hold onto, as Sebastian pace increased. Sebastian offered you one of his hands, but once you gave it to him, he pinned it above your head, kissing your neck, and all the way over your chest.

“You feel so good, wrapped around my cock.” Sebastian growled, his thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer, “You’re so tight.”

You felt that ball in your stomach, you were getting close, and Sebastian knew it by the way you were squeezing him.

“You going to cum for me?” Sebastian asked, as you continued to clench down harder trying to hold off for as long as you can.

“Uh huh,” you managed to breath out, everything feeling so good, you could barely form words, “Please. Please.”

“Cum baby, you can cum for me.” Sebastian encouraged his hand moving between your two bodies, his thumb finding your clit once again, the tight circles were all you needed to make you fall over the edge.

Your body vibrated as you came all over Sebastian’s dick. He didn’t think you could get any tighter, but when you were orgasming, he nearly worried you would snap his cock with how hard you were clenching.

Sebastian felt his own high approaching and tried to move out of you, but you held him close to you.

“It’s okay I’m on the pill.” You managed to breath out, that was enough for Sebastian, who happily painted the inside of your walls with thick white ribbons. He groaned, collapsing on top of you, as he caught his breath.

“Fuck.” Sebastian puffed, stroking the side of your face, “That was fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”

You felt your body glow with heat at Sebastian’s compliment.

“Thank you, you were amazing too.” You hummed, stroking his own waves of hair that had been ruffed up in the act.

The two of you stayed as you were for a little bit longer just enjoying the closeness between you, stroking each other’s hair and face.

Eventually you finally spoke.

“I am so fucking fired.”

#sebastian vettel imagines #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #SV #rbr seb

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thirstyandbeautiful · 3 years

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maybe voyeurism with rbr seb or voyeurism with dan

Kinktober Drabbles: After Hours (rbr!seb and rbr!dan)

Daniel was never the noisy type, but today he couldn’t help himself as he saw his teammate leave his own farewell party after the season officially ended a couple of hours ago at the Yas Marina. He was sitting down at one of the tables, trying to catch a break from all the alcohol his mechanics forced him to drink after a successful first season at Red Bull.

The night was bittersweet, as he was proud of himself and how the whole year went for him, but sad that one of the best teammates he had throughout his career was leaving after only one season together.

Seb was going out the back door, holding tightly onto his girlfriend's hand, pulling her with him. Daniel talked with her on some occasions throughout the season, she was sweet, innocent and always so polite, which made him wonder as to how she was with Sebastian in the first place.

Daniel didn’t know why, but he got up and without anyone noticing he went after the pair, the colder night air in the paddock sobered him up a little. Hearing hushed whispers and low giggles, he saw the pair disappear in the garage. He went after them confused as to what they were up to in there, the garage was shut down the cars waiting to get shipped back to the factory.

Daniel hid behind the wall separating him from the main part where the cars stood, he peeked over and almost gasped at the view. Seb was sitting on the back tyre and his girlfriend sat in his lap, his strong grip on her ass keeping her from falling down. You held on to his shoulders as your neck was craned back, allowing Sebastian to kiss and nibble on your soft skin.

Daniel’s breath picked up, he should’ve turned around and walk out of there, leave them alone for their intimate moments. He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what was going to happen, but he couldn’t take his eyes off them shamelessly watching as Seb pulled down the top of the dress down exposing your breasts. Daniel bit down hard on his lip stopping any noise that could leave his mouth, your nipples got immediately hard from the cold air, Daniel could see them perfectly as one of the lights shined on you, illuminating your sun kissed skin.

He watched on as Sebastian’s lips wrapped around one, sucking on it harshly before changing to the other one wetting them both with his saliva. Daniel had to turn away his gaze he didn’t know why he couldn’t move from his spot, the obvious bulge in his pants didn’t make it any easier, but Daniel told himself that this was just like watching porn. But this wasn’t just porn it was his teammate with his girlfriend, people he knew personally they were only mere feet away from him making out on top of a race car.

Hearing a long moan followed by a low grunt he focused back on the scene in front of him, you were bent over the car holding on to the side pod as Seb stood behind you pushing his hips forward slowly easing you into a faster rhythm. Your dress was ruffled around your waist, Sebastian’s shirt was unbuttoned, and his pants slightly pulled down.

“Fuck baby!”

Your moan rang through the walls of the garage, earning yourself a harsh slap on your ass as Sebastian picked up the pace. “Yes! Yes! Just like that” all the sweet sounds coming from you were going straight to Daniel’s pants, his erection getting too painful inside his underwear, so he grabbed it to ease the pain, hissing lowly at the touch. He wasn’t too bothered about getting caught, your moans mixing in with Sebastian’s panting were loud enough.

Daniel watched as Sebastian’s cock slid in and out of your hole, you were creaming all over him, making the movement easier. Daniel wished so badly to get laid right now, but he couldn’t even properly touch himself.

“My dirty little slut” another slap landed on your slightly reddened ass cheek making you squeal from the pain “look at you taking my cock so well on my car”. Sebastian was right you were taking him like a good little girl bend over his car which made Daniel wonder if you had sex before in the garage. He let his mind wander even further, thinking about Seb taking his girl all spread out on race car number 3 instead of his own.

Were they risky enough to fuck on his car aswell?

Suddenly, the noises got lower he looked up from his crotch back to the car, Sebastian wasn’t inside you anymore instead he was stroking himself as you stood back up straight and turned around to Seb, you stood on your tippy-toes to make out with your boyfriend your thumb spreading his pre cum all over his tip. The image in front was so clear to Daniel that he felt as if someone was touching his tip which was also leaking a lot of pre cum creating a wet spot on his underwear.

After some seconds of your sloppy make out you suddenly pulled away sucking on your thumb as you sat down on the back tyre leaning against the rear wing. Sebastian aswell as Daniel watched on as you got comfortable and grabbed your thighs spreading your legs as much as you could giving a perfect view to both of your glistening pink pussy.

“I know you like me all spread out for you like that so, fuck me”

Daniel almost choked on his own saliva upon hearing your dirty words, he didn’t know you like that he would’ve never imagined you being so naughty. Maybe their relationship made sense after all, if your good girl persona was only an act for the public. Sebastian did as he was told, sliding right back into you and with a low chuckle slapped your cheek before setting on a brutal pace wanting to make you both cum.

You were shaking on top of the car trying to hold on to something without breaking it, but Sebastian’s strong grip on your dress was keeping you in place. You slapped a hand against his abdomen as you felt your orgasm nearing you it was getting too much for you but Seb only put a hand on your mouth to muffle your screams before giving some deep thrusts getting you through your high. Exhausted, you slid of the tyre and looked up at Seb jerking off above you.

Happily, you stuck your tongue out waiting for him to cum on you. Daniel’s cheeks were deep red as he felt his tip leak out cum at the view, he tried to steady his breath as he watched Sebastian’s cum land on your face and body, some of it landing on the side of the car.

He couldn’t believe watching you two would make him cum untouched, he wasn’t a teenager something like that didn’t happen to him anymore, yet he was standing here in the garage with pants full of cum as he watched you lick off the little bit of Sebastian’s cum that landed on the car. He couldn’t take it anymore and quickly turned around, getting out of the garage as quietly as possible.

#rbr seb and rbr dan were prime #nothing can beat them #the kinks you send in are so much fun to write #we are having breakdowns every 5 minutes in the council because of our inbox #dr #sv #kinktober #u

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