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sebastian(stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 you can't stare at him while he's on stage without expecting him to offer to take you back to his house and meddle about, right? wc: 4.2k tags: smut, piv s⋆x, oral s⋆x, unprotected s⋆x, creamp⋆e, no use of y/n 𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist

the music was vibrating in your chest.

you repeatedly cursed yourself for forgetting the damn earplugs, but they had said it would just be a little, quickly put-together gig. sam was so sweet, inviting you in person instead of relying on the posters he had put up around pelican town, making sure you knew when to get to the bus stop.

“make sure you're there by 4,” he had said with an excited smile on his face, “or we'll leave without you.”

now, several hours after you'd all bumped along the long stretch of road to zuzu city (all apart from sebastian, who apparently insisted on taking his motorcycle), you stood in a crowd bigger than expected, shoulders bare as you tied your shirt around your waist. it got stuffier as the evening went on, band after band filled the stage with their energy and music, the goblin destroyer already having finished their set. sam found you in the crowd, already pumped with adrenaline after strumming the guitar and singing their first ever set.

he excitedly shouted into your ear, something about the band currently playing on the stage, gesturing wildly with his hands, but you couldn’t follow. not fully, anyway. sebastian stood next to him with a somewhat bored expression on his face, taking the finished cigarette and dropping it to the ground where he stepped on it with the heel of his shoe.

“...do you want one?” sam poked your bare shoulder, expecting an answer, but you hadn’t even heard the question.

“what?” you shouted back, getting on your tiptoes to reach his ear.

“getting a beer, you want one?”

you shook your head, waving as he did a thumbs-up with both his hands before turning and starting towards the bar. sebastian stayed. you looked around to locate abigail, but she was excitedly talking to some people from the neighbouring village. you got on your tiptoes again, getting closer to sebastian so you didn’t have to shout too much.

“your set was really good.” you were so close you could smell his cologne mixed with sweat, all made stronger by the heat of his skin. his head dipped lower, reaching your shoulder with his warm breath as he spoke.

“thanks, hope it wasn’t our last.”

just as you were about to chuckle and respond saying it was just the beginning, that the goblin destroyer were just beginning their ride to glory, you felt his hand snake around your waist. he held you, a little taken aback, but mostly just blushing with how forward it was for his usual self. different. kind of like the way he swayed you with him, kind of to the rhythm of the current song.

“seb…” you didn’t say it loud enough for him to hear, too caught by surprise to be louder as your hips moved with his, slightly shifting so he stood behind you. his fingers were splayed over your hips and you swore you could feel the warmth of his hand even through the jeans. sebastian’s chin rested against your temple and his other hand found its way to your other hip, now holding you against him a little firmer, with a little more confidence.

you cursed when the song ended, expecting him to release you, but his hands stayed put.

as the applause roared around you and the band on stage prepared to do another song, sebastian’s breath tickled your ear and you could hear him better.

“wanna come over later?”

“o-over?” you cursed at yourself, realising what he had meant only after you’d already asked.

“yeah, to my place.”

your heart was beating through your throat, thumping relentlessly as you swallowed.

“oh come on,” sebastian let out a chuckle against the side of your head, “did i imagine you eye-fucking me while i was on the stage?”

your heart sped up, you didn’t think you'd been that obvious, though you could hardly remember anything from their set that wasn’t the way sebastian had flicked his hair out of the way, the shape of his focused brows… and the movement of his hands on the keyboard, the slender, deft digits caressing the keys with skill and passion—

“well?” his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you against him a liiittle tighter, it was almost embarrassing how much you enjoyed feeling him harden against your ass.

“when later?” your breath caught in your throat and you felt his chest move as he laughed.

“impatient?”

“let’s go now” you turned around, spinning out of his hold and facing him, your blushing face be damned.

you must have caught him off guard, being so eager, but damn it he was right. you had been staring at him the entire night. the entire season, actually. ever since you had first spoken to him. without another word he pulled you towards the exit, where he’d parked the motorbike. before you’d thought it was a little pretentious of him to forgo taking the bus with the rest of the crew, but now you were grateful for it. you just hoped sam wouldn’t freak out when he discovered you gone…

the ride was quick and refreshing, after the stupid heat at the venue you welcomed the whipping wind with a grin on your face. you could hardly control your movements as sebastian parked and brought the bike into his garage, fumbling with the keys as he let you in. soon enough you were dashing down the stairs to his bedroom. you weren’t unfamiliar with his bedroom, having visited quite a few times now. you’d brought him random minerals you had found at the mines, you'd come over to play solarion chronicles, or just to hang out on the couch and read his comics while he worked. but now you saw it in a different light, or lack thereof.

in full, promising darkness, you could hardly make out the shape of his bed when he spun you around and pressed you against the door. his lips parted yours and you let him press you between the hardwood door and his warm body, the heat pulsing between you made nearly unbearable. so it was no surprise that sebastian reached down to the hem of your top, quickly sliding it up and off your body over your raised arms, barely breaking that searing kiss. you’d have been perfectly happy staying against the door, had he not spun you around and dragged you to the bed. as you sat down on the edge, searching for a safe path blindly, he reached to the side and turned on the bedside lamp. it cast a gentle glow onto both your faces, helping you in the mission of getting him out of that hoodie. now topless, he crawled over your body as you lay back on top of the slightly crumpled sheets.

the pillow your head rested on smelled of him and you briefly imagined what it would be like waking up on that same pillow to the sight of his sleeping face. the face whose gaze was currently hungrily devouring your entire form, wondering where he was going to start unwrapping what was left of your clothes.

suddenly, those same deft fingers you had watched dance along the keys on stage were on your jeans, unbuttoning them and untying the flannel shirt that was tied around your waist. lifting your hips, you helped out by shimmying out of the offending clothes before undoing his jeans, tugging on them so he would hurry up. you didn’t want to wait anymore, but his pace was teasing. it was building tension so high you could hardly fit more of it into your throat before having to let out an impatient huff. he caught the sound of it and smirked, yoba it was a sinful curve that made you tug on his jeans harder. sebastian’s hand knocked your fingers off his jeans paired with a click of his tongue. he was dead set on doing it himself, torturing you with his slow movements. finally, he was left only in his boxers, having slid off his jeans along with his shoes and yours. there was a little wet patch on his boxers, right where his leaking tip pressed against them, achingly hard, constricted, and begging for air.

he caught you looking down his chest, stomach, that little patch of dark hair trailing underneath the waistband of his boxers, and finally settling your gaze on the perfect outline of his cock. you smirked ever so slightly, entertained by the show of neediness in his boxers. sebastian only scoffed, grabbing your knee and moving it to the side to spread your legs wider.

“you’re no better, you know?” he teased, lowering his head to ghost his lips over yours while the hand not holding your leg trailed up your inner thigh, settling on the wet patch of your own. right on the sweet little panties you had innocently picked out after stepping out of the shower today, ready to go see your friends’ first ever gig. poor past you had no idea those same panties would be rubbed in this way hours later, that they’d be pushed between your already wet folds by sebastian’s slender finger as he got them wetter, gliding up and down to collect yuor slick on them.

the way sebastian trailed that finger up and down your wet slit made for gently stimulation, coaxing slow, drawn out moans from your lips only to be caught in his mouth as he brought them down to kiss you again. he swallowed every single needy sound, fueling them more and more as he pressed a little firmer against your clothed clit. you reached up into his hair, tangling your fingers into those strands that he had always flicked away from his eyes, always fussed with despite the fact that they were obviously covering his face on purpose. his hand tightened its grip on your leg when you tugged on his hair, his breath vibrated in your mouth. this is it, you thought, this is how i break you.

almost as if he sensed your feeling of victory over his composure, he pulled away from the kiss and stopped rubbing your pussy to wipe the string of saliva that connected your lips. his self-control didn’t last long, for he immediately continued kissing, only not your lips, leaving them to let out small gasps and huffs of pleasure while you were still holding onto his hair and making yourself believe you were guiding him at all. sebastian’s lips grazed your skin as he trailed them down to your breasts, slowly taking your bra off by sliding his hands under your back to unbuckle it surprisingly skillfully. one nipple soon found its way into his mouth, being warmed by his breath and toyed with his tongue, while the other was under gentle care of his thumb and index finger.

the way he played your body like his damn instrument had you lifting your hips up, searching for any kind of friction, anything to help you relieve some of the pressure building in your abdomen. it was thrumming, loud and violent in your body, but he took his damn time. this is it, you thought, this is how you break me. it seemed to amuse him greatly, your blatant want and inability to get satisfied quickly. he let out deep chuckles against your nipple, popping it out of his lips with a wet sound before he could continue down your body over the tingling skin, leaving fiery patches as he kissed and bit your flesh. both his hands were finally on your body, holding your hips down and preventing you from bucking them upwards, though not for lack of trying. you struggled against his grip, desperate for more while he seemingly found immense enjoyment in watching you unravel on his bed.

you kept tugging on his hair, kept making him gasp against your warming skin while he made his way to where he would inevitably stop just to piss you off. those eyes lifted and stared right into your soul, looked at your pitiful expression, lips parted, eyes glossy, skin so flushed. leaving one last kiss right under your navel, he had some mercy on you. his lips parted and pressed against your clothed pussy, his tongue ran up and down the already wet garment, slicking it with his saliva more, sucking against it and humming to vibrate your needy skin. still, he wouldn’t let you lift your hips, still he held you down against the bed, prolonging your efforts at grinding your cunt on his face.

“s-so meaaaan" you whined out, tugging on his hair to try and pull him closer against you, curling your toes in frustration.

“you haven’t seen mean yet,” he vibrated the air between his wet lips and your, unfortunately clothed, pussy, “i can be worse.”

the smirk he wore had you groaning in frustration, but it clearly wouldn’t help you get what you wanted. he wanted to play dirty, to have you on edge until you pleaded for him, to reduce you to a puddle that he could lap up with that warm tongue.

“but you’re right, it’s not fair.” sebastian’s fingers hooked under your panties and he slid them down. you were so damn relieved that your breathing got faster, you moaned at the very feeling of air on those wet folds that he dove right into. parting them with his tongue, he pressed it flat against your clit, gently licking up and down and releasing your hips. as soon as his hands left your body, you lifted yourself off the bed, grinding up into his face, tugging his hair, whining, moaning, cursing. it was the sweet release that you’d been waiting for.

somehow, he let you use his mouth, he willingly went along with your movements, at the same time taking his boxers off. now, he was matching the pace of your hips against his face with the movement of his own hips against the bed. suddenly, just as your whimpers got louder, as your fingers pulled on his hair tighter, he closed his mouth around your pulsating clit and sucked harder. that simple action coaxed a pretty whine from your pouty lips as you came, thighs shaking around his head, pressing together dangerously as he let you squeeze his face with them. using his tongue, sebastian led you through the orgasm, lapping up all your juices carefully, making sure not to spill anything.

fuck, the wet noises of his mouth mixed with the moans from yours caused your head to spin. you could just lie there like that for the next few hours, had you not wanted to feel him inside of you. he was the same, for with another, almost gentle, kiss to your pussy he crawled over to kiss you on the mouth, slipping his tongue to glide against yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips. you pulled him closer, drinking in the mix of his saliva and your juices, pulling his entire body against yours and wrapping a leg around his waist, grinding up to feel his hardened cock grind against your sopping cunt.

“i’m feelin’ mean again,” he whispered against your lips, breathing into them before once again kissing hungrily, “wasn’t done making you beg.”

in response, you whined and pulled his body closer, desperately trying to grab onto him to not let him pull away and torture you again. sebastian chuckled, lifting his torso up despite the nails that you dragged down his back, and settled between your thighs once again. instead of keeping the distance from you, he spread your legs again, holding them apart as he got closer, resting his cock between your folds. he started to move, grazing your clit with the underside of his shaft, making you lift your hips with every thrust, but in vain, as you got no friction from it. this time it wasn’t just your noises that filled the room. despite his own initiative to keep the teasing up, to not actually give you any relief, he was moaning as well. he let out a little whimper, instantly scrunching his face in embarrassment, probably hoping you hadn’t heard it. oh, but you heard it.

and it spurred you on to angle your hips better.

“fuck, this wasn’t supposed t–”

“wha– what, your little p-plan not working, hm?” you teased him, finally donning a smirk on your face as he looked like it was getting harder keeping himself from just fucking you like he meant it.

“brat” he huffed out, releasing one of your legs to lead his hard cock to your entrance, gently poking into it.

sebastian hissed as his tip entered you, drawing a higher pitched moan out of your lips. instantly, the bastard pulled out, leaving you empty and wanting.

“looks like i’ve got a few more tricks, huh?” he was way too happy with himself, teasing your dripping cunt by only putting his damn pretty tip in and taking it out, smearing it with your wetness, spreading it down to his shaft.

“you’re sooo–”

“say please.” he interrupted you, cutting off the attempt at insulting him.

you closed your mouth, furrowing your brow as he pressed his tip against you again. “say please and i’ll stop pulling out.”

it was a no-brainer, but your proud mind could hardly just accept the defeat. you wanted to make him fold, but here you were, spread out, teased, desperate for him to stuff you full and fuck you like you’d never felt it before.

“h-huh?” playing dumb only made him roll his eyes and bring his hand down onto your clit, gently tapping it as if making sure you were aware of your naked state.

“don’t you huh me, say please,” he rubbed your clit so slowly it was almost painful, “or the tip is all you get.”

you gritted your teeth and took a deep breath before swallowing your defiance and in your best, sweetest voice pleaded with him.

“pleeease?”

“please what?” damn bastard wanted you to beg and grovel, his smirk kept growing, kept getting more annoying, yet so damn attractive.

“please, sebastian, fuck me… properly, ‘wanna feel you all inside me, wanna… wanna cum on your dick, please.”

your pouting must have worked, because he leaned down to kiss that pout before spreading your thighs again, looking down at the needy blushed cunt spread open before him, and pushed inside again. he groaned and it was the most magnificent sound you’d heard. his hips bucked ever so slightly against you, but he didn’t go much further inside. barely more than the blasted tip again. once you started whining, he brought his hand down on your clit again.

“i said i wouldn’t pull out, didn’t i? damn impatient brat.” he clicked his tongue, though under all that bravado he was still trying to keep it together, his eyes betrayed it. “keep those legs open for me.”

you obeyed him, keeping your thighs comfortably open so he could keep moving between them. once he stopped breathing so deeply, his hips moved slightly forward, giving youa little more, but not quite what you wanted. before you could let out a whine, he let a drop of saliva roll off his tongue and land on your clit. it made you hiss, but he ignored it, instead rolling your pulsating clit under his thumb. he played you like his damn keyboard, making your throat sing exactly how he wanted, whimpering under his touch while he kept his tip inside you. gently, slowly, he slid in a little deeper, making you curse and in turn getting your clit played with a little harder. sebastian let out a slow hum, as if savouring the feeling of your cunt contracting around him, squeezing him in to keep his cock inside, sucking it in, needing it.

“so damn…” he shook his head, finally meeting your eyes as he held your hips with those elegant fingers, “tight, fucking hell…” with another hum he slightly pulled away, but still keeping his tip inside, as he promised.

doesn’t mean you were happy with it. your hand sought out his, so you gripped his wrist, keeping yourself grounded in the moment. after a few moments he slid deeper inside again. yoba, you felt every damn vein on him, you felt it drag inside you, teasing you with that gorgeous texture. your back arched into the air. the sight excited him so much he had to slide in deeper and give you more. more, once again. the bastard then pulled back, waited until you gave him a dissatisfied whine, and then slid fully into you.

you threw your head back on his pillow, moaning out into the dimly lit room, trying to get used to having all of him inside. sebastian’s head dipped down low, he held you in shaky hands for a few moments until he could get enough of a grip to start moving. it was something almost sacred, the way his cock hit all your sweet spots so well. his balls slapped against your ass with light taps until he decided to speed up, his teasing be damned.

"a-ah l-like tha-at…” you held onto his wrist with one hand, tightening the grip, and onto the headboard above you with the other. you sure hoped it was sturdy enough, because he kept going faster, harder. thrusting into you with heavy grunts and an occasional whimper as your body arched, getting the angle just right, getting it to make stars dance behind your closed eyelids. his voice behind your eyes looked like bright fireworks, moaning, grunting, whispering fuuck, so pretty, so sweet, filling the air with lewd noises.

“yoba, ‘m not gonna… not gonna last that lon— oh fuck…” with a voice like he was on the edge of an orgasm already, sebastian slipped nonsense between those parted lips. only fuelling your needy moans further, he grabbed you tightly, wrapped his arms around your waist, and lifted your hips off the bed. oh, that was sending you into another dimension. he kept sliding in and out, so freely now as he let himself stop being so damn mean and stuffed you full, gliding in and out of your slippery cunt.

as sebastian’s thrusts lost their constant rhythm, the moans from his lips increased, now reducing him to a mess as he held you up, using you like his personal toy to ruin, using you to extinguish the fire in his abdomen and yours. you felt your thighs shake. the whines and curses from your mouth grew higher in pitch, so fucking needy for him, tightening around him, sucking him into yourself.

“a-are you gonna…” you tried to enunciate, tried to speak in a normal tone, but it was pathetic.

“y-yeah i’m… are you?”

“m-mhmmmm”

feeling your lip quiver, you grabbed the sheets underneath. sebastian lifted you a little higher, speeding up once again, building up a pace he could hold as he thrust inside you. but out of the blue, you cried out, gripping the sheets tightly to hold onto something solid as you tightened around him and came, shivering while he kept pumping in and out of you. now he was cursing louder. whimpers came in between grunts, a few more rough thrusts before he groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he slowed down while emptying himself inside you. he rode out that high with his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving your body that was nearly limp in his hands, filling you up with his cum as it shot into you.

gently, sebastian lowered your hips back onto the bed, slowly pulling out of you. he looked at the spot where you had been connected just a minute ago, his release now slowly trickling out of it. the view must have been hypnotic, he kept looking for a few long minutes, catching his breath while your limp body lay there exhausted. warmth was spreading into you again, from your core to your fingertips. you closed your eyes for a second. the second must have lasted longer than planned, since as you opened your eyes, sebastian was standing next to the bed with a wet cloth, reaching down to clean you up with gentle touches. you looked into his focused face, seeing none of that mean smirk he had worn before he let himself enjoy you. i guess in a way we broke each other.

you groaned as he moved your legs, feeling gummy under his touch. chuckling, he dropped the used cloth next to the bed and crawled carefully over you. his warm arm brought your body closer, rolling you into his chest as he dragged the covers from under you and over both of your bodies. your cheek gently rested against his chest as he turned the lamp off, once again sinking the room into darkness. this time the dark felt softer, all tension from it seemed to have disappeared while his hand rubbed your back in slow circles.

“so…” you started, feeling a sly grin curling your lips, “round two?”

he snorted in laughter, coughing before sighing in disbelief. “you’re outta your damn mind.” he paused before pressing an uncharacteristically tender kiss to the top of your head. “at least give me five minutes…”

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