Well i think you really are not keen for requests but i just wanted request you if you could make a sebastian vettel related series just like Liams the one with the selling of substances or maybe just crime theories.
Shadows And Sins
Pairing : Drug Dealer! Sebastian Vettel x reader
Warning : smut, unprotected PiV (wrap it up people), choking, drug use (weed), alcohol use (not named), sex as a payment for weed, not proofread.
Summary : Forgetting your wallet at home while going out to buy weed ended up with you sleeping with one of the biggest drug dealers in your city, Sebastian.
a/n : y'all I'm not getting better at writing smut, yelp 😭
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The rain has been falling down hard the entire night. It's beating relentlessly at the cracked pavement and slick asphalt of the city streets.
You pull your hoodie tighter against yourself as you look down the darkish alleyway where he told you to meet him.
The odd smell of wet concrete fills your senses and something with a sharp, metallic taste that makes your guts turn over.
You don't usually do this. You'd heard the whispers and rumours about the "underground" connection of a weed supplier.
But you've been having a rough few days and curiosity has a powerful way of overcoming your better instincts.
You notice a shadow near the end of the alley. It's tall, thin and leaning in a comfortable position against a graffiti-covered wall.
Sebastian.
He isn't what you'd have guessed to be a likely assassin candidate.
At least, not what you have seen in the movies. But it is the way in which he sees the world around him, his judgments of people makes in a single glance, that was unnerving.
“You came,” he mumbles, his voice clear and low, even laced with slight teasing tone. “And right on time, too. That’s a novel experience.”
You shuffle on your feet, your hands staying put in your pockets and you try your best to look not as nervous as you are. “Yeah, well… I needed it. You know, urgently.”
He grins while stepping closer with fluid and smooth movements. “Emergency, huh? That’s where people tend to make the most errors.”
You hesitate to respond to his words so you just reach out for your bag. But then comes a thought – your wallet, your money and how it has been left completely forgotten on the kitchen counter at home.
He raises an eyebrow at your stance, as if he's reading your mind before he knows what you are going to say. “Forgot something, sweetheart?”
You feel how your cheeks heat up, but you try your best to laugh it off. “I… uh… left it at home.”
There is an agonizing pause.
His gaze on you with an intensity that makes your flesh creep and your nerve ends tingle. You can't determine whether it's amusement, curiosity, or something much, much worse.
“Hmm,” he hums slowly, the buzzing of his voice is making your knees tremble. “So… how do you plan to pay me then?”
It's as if the city closes around you, the sound of rain drowning the traffic and the shouting until only the two of you remains in utter silence. But you don't answer him immediately.
Instead, you study his expressions. Trying to read the lines of his face, the raise of an eyebrow, the casual stroke of his fingers against the hem of his jacket.
“You know, most people aren't creative when it comes to not making a payment. I think you might be, though,” His smirk grows.
There is something in his tone that implies the alleyway, the night, or the rain isn't the only risky part of the situation.
You've obviously heard the tales about him: Sebastian isn't merely a dealer; he is involved. Dangerous in ways you can't quite understand, a man with his fingers in the darkened veins of the city.
A crime web. There are tales told of him, the sorts of things he can bring into being by merely picking up the phone or making a single mistaken step.
But here he is, right in front of you, with a smile that promised disarray … and maybe something else.
“You always accept… alternative forms of payment?” you ask, slightly testing the waters.
He leans in closer, his scent a mixture of rain-soaked leather and something far deeper. “Only for the right people,” he whispers. “And only for those who are willing to… take risks.”
The alley seems to grow even smaller than before. The rain starts to pound louder, a rhythm to the rush of adrenaline pumping through your chest.
The night seems alive, pulsing, and full of danger. You can turn back, walk away, and it would all go away... but you have a feeling that isn't happening tonight.
Sebastian's eyes lock onto yours, unwavering, and in them there's a sparkle of the slightest gleam of a dare. "So, do you like taking the risk?" The city appeared to be holding its breath just like you.
You start going over your options you have in your head. Leave or pay him in another way?
As you stand there, Sebastian steps closer. You could feel his jacket brushing against your hoodie and you can feel the heat radiating off of him in the cold air.
You can feel your hoodie clinging to your skin as rain soaks through.
Sebastian's eyes flicks down to your chest briefly before meeting your gaze again.
"You know what I think?" Sebastian mumbles, his voice is low and husky. "I think you should come inside with me." He points to the door behind him leading to his apartment building. "Out of this fucking rain." His eyes drop to your lips briefly before returning to your eyes.
He doesn't wait for your response, he reaches out and gently grabs your arm, pulling you softly towards the closed door.
As you walk into the warmly lit hallway of the building, he closes the door behind you with a soft click and he spins you around pressing you against it.
"Is this your building?" You gasp out as he kisses down your neck.
"Mhm, top floor," Sebastian softly answers your question, his breath ghosting over your lips. "Penthouse." He pauses, his thumb brushing against your pulse point. "Alone." The words hangs heavy in the air. You can feel the heat of his body, the power radiating off of him.
His free hand reaches out and cups your cheek, slightly tilting your head back. "So... about that alternative payment," he says quietly, his voice is barely above a slight whisper.
He leans in closer, his face inching closer,this eyes flicking between your gaze and your lips.
You nibble at your lips nervously, your breathing slightly hitching as he leans closer. "And... what exactly did you have in mind?" You ask, your voice coming out softer than intended. His hand resting on your wrist slides up your arm slowly, his tracing leaving goosebumps behinds. You can feel your heartbeat starting to race.
You gently nibble at your lips, while trapping his thumb between your teeth. His gaze darkens with lust at your movements. "Oh?" you ask softly, gently releasing his thumb. "And what might those be?" You arch an eyebrow, challenging him.
His hand on your cheek slides down to gently wrap around your throat, his fingertips hovering over your pulse points
"Mhm" he hums quietly while he presses his thumb down gently on your already racing pulse. "For starters... you could owe me a favor." His free hand reaches down and grasps onto your hips. "Something to be named later." His face dips closer to your neck, his lips ghosting across your flushed skin.
His hand on your throat makes it hard to swallow. "A favour?" you repeat his words to him, your head slightly tilting to the the side, signalling him to actually do something. "What kind of favour?" You ask as you start to feel your breath quickening, your chest rising and falling rapidly against your ribcage.
His lips slowly forms a dangerous smile against the crook of your neck. "The kind that involves you being alone with me in my penthouse for a while." His hand on your hip squeezes, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his growing erection. "Completely... at my disposal."
You can feel your legs tremble at his implications, your core already clenching at the thought. "And... if I refuse?" You ask him, your voice husky and barely a whisper, though your body already betrays your interest. His hand around your neck gently tightens, demonstrating his control.
His next words are low and slightly threatening.
"Then you'd be refusing a man who could make your life very comfortable... or very difficult," he whispers, his thumb pressing down harder on your pulse, not cutting off your airway, just applying enough pressure. His hand on your hips slides over to grasp your ass through your jeans, slightly possessively.
Without waiting for your answer, Sebastian releases your throat and grabs your hand, pulling you towards the elevator. His long strides force you to hurry to keep up with him.
The elevator doors open directly into his huge penthouse. He pulls you inside and clicks the elevator shut behind you two.
The penthouse is luxurious and spacious, the windows are floor-to-ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the city below.
Sebastian reluctantly let's go of your hand and turns you to look at him, his eyes shining with the dim lights.
He slowly removes his soaked outerwear and hangs it on the nearby coat rack.
His white dress shirt is now clinging to his chest, the fabric is now semi-transparent from the rain. He looks dangerous and incredibly handsome.
He unbuttons the top button of his shirt slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Make yourself comfortable," he says causally, gesturing around the room.
You stand there awkwardly for a moment before slowly removing your wet hoodie, revealing a tight black t-shirt underneath that hugs your body just perfectly. You hang your hoodie on the coat rack next to his jacket. You then hesitantly sit down on the massive, plush couch.
Sebastian's gaze lingers over you from across the room, his eyes taking in your body wrapped in that tight t-shirt.
He undoes another button of his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows. He looks like a goddamn model. He walks over to a mini fridge and pulls out two drinks.
He hands you a drink, his fingers brushing against yours on purpose. "So... you owe me a favor," he says, sitting down next to you on the couch, intentionally invading your personal bubble.
His thigh presses against yours, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind your head.
You swallow hard, taking a sip of your drink to distract yourself. "Yeah... I guess I do," you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.
Sebastian's hand comes up to cup your face gently but firmly. His thumb grazing your bottom lip, pushing it down slightly as he leans in to kiss you. It's deep and slow, his tongue sliding into your mouth. His other hand grips your thigh possessively.
He breaks the kiss suddenly, his hand sliding up your thigh to grasp your ass and pull you onto his lap so you're straddling him. You can feel his hard length pressed against you through his pants.
He almost immediately starts unbuttoning your jeans with skilled fingers while nipping at your neck.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and underwear, pulling them down in a single swift motion.
You whine as the cool air hits your bare, flushed skin. He lifts you up slightly to remove them completely, tossing them aside carelessly on the wooden floor.
He then unbuckles his belt quickly, opening his pants as fast as he can.
Sebastian takes his time, his hands roaming over your bare thighs as he pulls out his dick slowly.
He's big and it's already leaking pre-cum onto his head.
He slowly rubs his tip against your wet folds, slightly teasing you by not pushing inside immediately. Instead hee kisses you deeply.
You moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down against him instinctively, trying to get him to push inside you. But he holds you still easily with one strong hand on your hip.
His other hand guides his cock slowly, rubbing the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your arousal.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of his teasing, Sebastian pushes the head of his cock inside you slowly.
You both moan at the sensation of him stretching you open inch by inch. He breaks the kiss to watch where you're both connected, his jaw clenches tightly as he takes his time entering you fully.
Once he's fully sheathed inside you, he pauses to let you adjust to his size. You can feel every throb and pulse of him deep inside your pussy.
He starts to move slowly, pulling out until just the tip remains before pushing back in gently. His hips roll up to meet yours on every thrust.
"Fuck," Sebastian groans, his forehead resting against yours. "You're so fucking tight." His hands squeeze your hips possessively as he picks up the pace slowly, his thrusts becoming longer and deeper.
He hits your sweet spot perfectly with every single thrust, making you whine and moan loudly.
He uses his arms to lift you up and down on his dick, controlling the pace and depth. He leans over to connect your lips in desperate kiss as his pace starts to intensify.
His hands slides down to grasp your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he lifts you up and down on his cock. You can feel him deep inside you, hitting places no one else ever has.
He breaks the kiss to bite your neck gently, leaving little love bites all over your neck and chest.
As he continues his thrusts slowly, his hands start to wander over you. One hand slides up your back while the other reaches between your bodies to find your clit.
He immediately starts to rub circles around it in sync with his thrusts, making you gasp and shiver at overstimulating feeling.
Feeling your body respond to his skilled touch and knowing he's hitting all the right spots inside you, Sebastian starts to pick up the pace even more.
His deep thrusts and rubbing of your clit pushes you quickly towards the edge. He growls possessively, "Cum for me, baby."
With a loud cry, you cum all over him, your cunt squeezing him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Feeling you cum all over him sends Sebastian over the edge too.
He groans loudly, his release filling you up completely as he continues to thrust through his orgasm.
You fall against his chest, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs.
Sebastian wraps his arms around you, keeping you close as his softening cock stays inside you. He kisses your forehead gently, surprisingly tender considering how rough and possessive he was during sex.
You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs.
Sebastian wraps his strong arms around you, keeping you close as his softening cock stays inside you. He kisses your forehead gently, surprisingly tender and sweet.
After a few moments of just holding you, Sebastian carefully lifts you off his lap and sets you on the couch beside him. He stands up and walks over to grab a throw blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders gently before sitting back down next to you. He pulls you into his side, tucking you against him.
You both sit there quietly for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow without feeling the need to fill the silence with words.
Sebastian's hand absently plays with your hair as you rest your head on his shoulder. Finally, he breaks the peaceful moment with a soft chuckle.
"So," he begins, his voice low and slightly amused, "that was... quite the payment you gave me." He turns his head to look down at you with a smirk playing on his lips.
"You didn't seem to be complaining during it," you retort playfully, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you were enjoying it quite a bit." You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, a small smile playing on your own lips.
Sebastian's smirk widens into a full-blown grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Guilty as charged," he admits freely, his hand moving from your hair to cup your cheek gently.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips.
After the sweet kiss, Sebastian reluctantly pulls away from you and stands up, giving you a perfect view of his naked backside as he walks over to his pants. He pulls out a small baggie of weed and turns back to you with a sheepish grin. "I almost forgot about this,"
He sits back down next to you, placing the baggie on the coffee table before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer again.
His other hand reaches out for the weed, opening the baggie to pull out a joint and a lighter.
He lights the joint with a flick of the lighter, taking a long drag before offering it to you. "Open up," he commands softly, holding the joint to your lips. You part your lips and he slides the joint in, watching closely as you take your first drag.
You inhale the sweet smoke, holding it in your lungs for a moment before exhaling slowly.
Sebastian watches with an amused smirk before taking the joint back and repeating the process himself. The two of you pass the joint back and forth in comfortable silence, the weed quickly taking effect.
As the weed starts to take a hold on both of you, Sebastian's arms tighten around you possessively, and he pulls you onto his lap again without a word.
You don't resist his touch instead you snuggle against his chest as the two of you get stoned together.
The weed makes you both more relaxed and more playful. He runs his hands through your messy hair, occasionally stealing kisses from you while you giggle softly at his tactics.
He asks you small questions about your life, his curiosity piqued.
You answer honestly, feeling strangely comfortable with him despite just meeting him 30 minutes ago.
