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[smokepotgivetop]

꒰ ✶ ꒱ … ❛ MEDDLE ABOUT ❜ : when a foul mouthed nicotine addict does everything he can to get your attentions to exceed friend ship status.

val’s notes ⟡ nsfw. minors do not interact. sebastian x fem!reader. content warnings: semi-public sex, cowgirl, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, pining, seb calls reader princess & baby, and sebastian is in love with you for reals. notes: inspo song. an incredibly self serving fic where seb is covered in tattoos and piercings; because duh. word count: 3.5k — please like & reblog if you enjoyed !

The knock came at ten forty-seven pm, while you were lounging in bed, nose stuffed in the most recent smutty book you’d gotten your hands on. The sudden noise made you jump, eyes flicking to the clock on your bedside table. You huffed out a breath, letting the tension leave your body.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sebastian to simply show up at your doorstep at random times throughout the day every so often. But his visits tended to be well into the night, which had led you to make several jokes about him being a gentleman caller. To which he’d always roll his eyes and then playfully offer his services. You hadn’t ever accepted, despite wanting to look him dead in the eye and ask him to take his fucking clothes off. He’d always pop up with a new tattoo or piercing, gradually showing you more and more of his skin.

You questioned many times if that was his way of hinting to you that he was interested but you didn’t ask. Maybe because he was a recluse and you didn’t want to push him away. So you accepted the oddly flirtatious relationship the two of you had and enjoyed the late night smokes, talks, and walks he had to offer you. Except tonight was different. Tonight you wanted to be honest and admit your feelings for him.

You dropped the book in front of you, letting it fall shut as you slipped off your bed. You made your way through the otherwise silent house, seeing headlights peak through the curtains attached to the window near your front door.

You grasped the metal door handle, pulling it open to see the usual suspect. Messy black hair falling into his eyes as a cigarette hung between his teeth. It was still smoking and already half way gone. You leaned against the door frame, looking up at him with a pearly smile. His snake bites caught the light above your door and flashed for a moment.

“Come to steal my snacks again?” It was playfully accusatory.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, pulling the cigarette from between his lips. Something about him felt different, you realized. He seemed to be in higher spirits than usual but maybe you decided not to look too far into it. Maybe he was just happy to see you.

“It’s not stealing if you watch me do it without complaining.” His flicked the ash, pursing his lips before speaking. “And no snack theft. Just an outing. An excursion out of town, if you will.”

“Fair enough.” You couldn’t help but sigh, head tipping to the side so it could rest on the doorframe as well. “A little jaunt into the woods? You wouldn’t happen to be planning my gruesome murder, would you?”

“Unfortunately for you, I like your snark too much.” He waved his hand at you, “Now go on. We’re taking my ride this time.”

You watched him put out the finished cigarette on the bottom of his boot; flicking it into the flower pot you’d put on your porch just for him. You’d done it happily, even if you’d teased him for it. The funniest part to him had been the fact that he found a joint in there once and he teased you for it right back. That had been the beginning of going to a quiet spot out of town and getting absolutely blitzed while talking about the most random shit. You hoped tonight would be like that too. Simple, easy, and nothing but cracking jokes.

You smiled to yourself, fighting the heat rising up your throat. You leaned away from the doorframe and nodded. “Lemme get my shoes.”

He watched you step back inside, slipping on a pair of vans before grabbing a light coat from the hangers in the entryway. You slipped it on, making sure to check the pocket for your stash. You were relieved to realize it was still there and you closed the door behind you. But you stopped in your tracks when you noticed the brand new car in your driveway.

You quickly whipped your head around to look at Sebastian, who was a few paces behind you with the most shit eating grin on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him, jabbing your thumb in the direction of the car, “Uh, since when?”

Sebastian couldn’t help himself, he cracked a laugh, covering his mouth as he chuckled. “Your face is killing me,” he said between breaths.

With an eye roll, you flicked him in the arm and turned back towards the car. It was black, of course. To you that made sense. But it was also sleek and and sexy. You’d gotten so used to the raggedy truck he borrowed from his mom all the time that the vibe shift was insane. You didn’t hate it though because honestly it fit him perfectly.

You walked towards the passenger side, pulling the door open and plopping yourself down in the seat. The seats were smooth black leather and, not to your surprise, Sebastian had already added LEDs to the interior. It almost made you giggle; he was so predictable.

As you inspected the interior, he quietly slipped into the driver’s seat. He pulled out of your driveway, letting you go about your business in peace and quiet. It was entertaining, really, anything you did was entertaining. Even if you were immersed in one of your books or trying to beat his high score on a video game. He could watch you watching paint dry and he’d still find it entertaining. Maybe he was too far gone but he didn’t care.

It was a quiet night on the road; just the breeze, bugs, and Sebastian’s newest playlist playing from the stereo. It briefly crossed your mind, again, that the songs on the playlists felt targeted. But you chose to ignore it for your own sanity. All the possible signs that he felt the same for you all boiled down to one thing: it couldn’t possibly be a good enough sign. It was something you did too often but couldn’t stop.

Sebastian looked at you from the corner of his eye, tongue peaking out to wet his bottom lip. You were yapping about the book you’d been reading the past few days; including all the tiny smutty details that had you visibly flustered in his passenger’s seat. He was used to this, the stream of consciousness that you became when utterly relaxed around him. He never teased you about it because if you ever stopped, he might actually pass away. Maybe that was dramatic.

He drove to one of the usual spots the two of you tended to occupy on these excursions. This time it was the cliff overlooking Zuzu City. Which happened to be one of your favorite spots and Sebastian knew that. Your yapping died off as you realized where he’d taken you, a soft smile gracing your face. He watched you and the second you smiled, his heart stuttered in his chest.

Sebastian parked the car, climbing out of the car and making his way over to the large boulder near the cliff edge. He hopped atop it, legs dangling off the side as he lit himself another cigarette. You followed behind him, crossing your legs once you were on the boulder.

It was pleasantly warm out, with a delicate breeze passing through the surrounding trees and it made you feel incredibly glad that he’d showed up at your door that night. You could tell him now but you simply pushed down the urge and watched him take a drag of his cigarette.

When he met your eyes, his heart stuttered again. There was something there, something he couldn’t quite place. Until it hit him like a train. You were staring at him the way he stared at you. God had it always been so obvious? Was he an idiot? Was he blind? He concluded that he must be.

“U-um.” He cleared his throat, ashing his cigarette as he turned his face towards you.

The metal peaked out, clear as day this time, as he wet his lips. He saw the way your pupils widened in recognition, how your eyes lingered on his lips. How you slowly lifted your gaze to his eyes and your pupils remained blown wide. It wasn’t that you were surprised, he had plenty of piercings as it was. It was simply the placement of this one that had your brain spinning.

You swallowed, trying to compose yourself. You took a deep breath in through your nose and shook your head playfully. “A car and a new piercing? So many surprises. Is it a special day or something?”

Yes, he wanted to say. Yes it was. But the intended confession just wouldn’t come out. “Is it really that surprising?”

“Well, no. You show up with a new tattoo or piercing every single time you knock at my door.” You shrugged, the realization came out in words but it didn’t process in her mind. “Feels like it’s different this time. Like you’re tryna impress me.” You sounded like you were teasing but as you spoke, the cogs in your head began to turn.

Sebastian stared at her, heat rising up his neck till it reached his ears. God you were right. You were always right. “I am tryna impress you,” it came out without warning. But deep down he was glad he’d finally admitted it.

It’d been weeks, fuck, months even; of this weirdly flirtatious but painfully platonic vibe between the two of you. It had been driving him crazy but only because he could never get the courage to admit how he actually felt for you. All these tiny signs that maybe you liked him too but none of them felt solid enough. So he always let them slip by.

He watched you process what he said, mouth parting slightly in surprise. Your brain was running a thousand miles per minute, struggling to process his confession. Partly because you were convinced he was just joking like he usually did. But the other part was that his expression and tone were deadly fucking serious.

You were stumbling over what to say in response. This was the moment you were supposed to flirt back, confess your own feelings. He’d given you such a beautiful opening and if you didn’t take the chance, you’d effectively be an idiot.

“You don’t have to try and impress me, Seb.” You laughed softly, leaning in to graze your lips against his cheek.

He held back a feral groan, compressing it into a held breath that slowly deflated. Even you saying his nickname absolutely wrecked him. But your proximity and the smell of your perfume had his head spinning. You were intoxicating in the best way and he was convinced he’d never get enough of it.

Sebastian’s hand flew up to grip your waist, fingers tightening there as he leaned into the ghost of your lips. But you were leaning away from him again and his mind was screaming at him to chase it. So he turned his head just enough to catch your lips with his. Pulling you closer by your waist, his other hand caressed the back of your neck. He kissed you like a man starved, gasping against your mouth.

It was a different pace than you were used to with him but you didn’t care. You just melted into him, running your tongue against his lips between kisses. Sebastian huffed against your mouth, grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He chased your lips with his as his hands moved down your body, to your thighs.

He pulled you into his lap, fingers skimming up your inner thighs until they slipped underneath the skirt you were wearing. As your thighs settled on either side of his waist, it made your heart race and your breathing stutter. It suddenly felt incredibly hot, even with the night breeze. His skin was scorching against yours and it was driving you crazy.

You could feel his growing hard on below you, trapped behind his jeans and boxers. All of it made your skin prickle with anticipation as your own hands slid over his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked like a mess below you but you knew this wasn’t his last form. By the time you were done with him, he’d look thoroughly destroyed.

When his fingers grazed the waistband of your panties, they stopped moving and his body stilled against yours. He looked unsure, anxious even, but he had no reason to be. You reached below your skirt, hand hovering over his as you tugged on the waistband lightly yourself. Sebastian shivered, groaning to himself as he tugged them down your waist.

You stood above him and he drug them down your legs, his own pupils expanding as he saw how wet you were. He tucked your panties into his hoodie pocket as he pulled you back into his lap. His hand found your waist and throat again as he pulled you back into a hungry kiss, nipping at your bottom lip between breaths.

Your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, yanking the pieces apart as smoothly as possible before tugging the zipper down on his jeans. Sebastian’s hands fell back, bracing himself against the rock as he watched your hands make quick work of his clothing.

His hand flew to your hands, stopping your movements. “Are you sure?”

Your eyes snapped to his, chest heaving. “Yes. Are you?”

He huffed. As if exasperated, rolled his eyes as his head momentarily dropped back. He looked at you again, “Honestly just fuck me already.”

His statement hit you so hard that it knocked the air out of your lungs. Combined with his usual pallor having turned a beautiful shade of red as he looked up at you, his own chest heaving under your hands; you felt like you were falling head first into him. It was simply too much in all the best ways.

As your lips met his, one hand reached into his boxers, carefully pulling out his cock to grasp it with your hand. To which Sebastian gasped, whining quietly as his eyes struggled to stay open. “F-fucking heelll,” he drawled at the feeling of your hand moving in a smooth rhythm along his length.

Sure he’d imagined this moment many times. He’d even had wet dreams about you. But the real thing was nowhere near the lackluster shit he tried to come up with in his head. His breaths came out in short huffs as he watched you work his length, your own face growing hot. It was a beautiful sight, seeing your eyes blown wide and glassy. He’d happily die right there is his deepest desire wasn’t within his reach.

Sebastian groaned when your hand slipped off his cock, his eyes chasing your hand as it pulled your skirt up in front. His brain stuttered as you exposed the naked skin your inner thighs. His eyes rose to the trail of wetness that was slipping down your skin, and finally your pussy, as you aligned his shaft with your entrance. One of his hands moved to your hip instinctively, his body pulsing as if you’d made him a live wire.

Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth dropping open ever so slightly to let loose a moan as you slowly sank down on his cock. Sebastian devoured the sight while adjusting to the feeling of your wet hot walls enveloping him. Whatever fuck ass ideas he’d had about the way your pussy would feel around his dick, he’d been dangerously wrong. Because he immediately knew he was pussy whipped.

“Seb.” Your head dropped forward, catching your lip between your teeth with a whine of his name. Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt in your hands.

His hips jerked up into yours without thinking, both of your bodies shuddering from it. Keeping his hand on your hip, he moved his other hand to your throat, pulling you into a softer kiss than before; your hips beginning to move in a delicate rhythm. He could feel your pulse against his fingers and he chose to focus on that and your lips, instead of the undying urge to thrust into you.

Soon enough the two of you were leaned into each other, foreheads pressed together as your choppy breathing filled the space between you and him. Sebastian fought his urges, slipping his hand from your throat, down to the collar of your tank top. With his pointer finger, he pulled it down, hooking it on the underside of your breasts before leaning in to bite and nip at your hot skin.

He left a trail of marks from your tits to your neck, humming against your skin in approval as he did so. He felt your walls tighten around him almost imperceptibly, his hips moving to meet yours; except this time it was on purpose. His hands found your hips again, holding you steady as he began to fuck you from below. In return, you unclipped your bra, dropping it on the boulder beside him so he could see all of your chest.

It made your heart swell when he whined, head tipping back after his eyes landed on your bare tits. A quiet ‘fuck’, followed by his hips slamming into you from below. It left your spine tingling and a raw moan fell from your mouth, landing against the skin of Sebastian’s neck as you leaned forward. You were desperately trying to cling to him as your head spun from the sensations. You hadn’t even considered how it’d feel to hear him moan because of you, and better yet, for you. It was making you feel drunk, his noises and the drag of his cock through your walls.

You started moving your hips to meet his, hands caressing both sides of his jaw as your breaths began coming out in choppy moans. You nipped at his lips, tongue dragging across his lower lip as you ground your hips into his in tight circles. His pelvic bone caught your clit and you immediately whined into his mouth. “More, please.” You begged him.

“Anything, princess.” Sebastian doesn’t keep you waiting, choosing to lay back against the boulder.

More than willing to take the discomfort as long as you didn’t have to. He kept your hips elevated as he started fucking you mercilessly. He doesn’t even bother trying to muffle his own sounds, which spilled out of him, a cacophony of moans and groans that loosely sounded like your name but not quite. It only made your walls clamp down around him tighter and you couldn’t help the how it rippled every time he bottomed out inside you.

You could barely process the world around you anymore, aside from Sebastian and the places his body was connected to yours. He looked about the same, positively fucked out and mind empty except one thing, you. you wanted to hang on longer but you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching due to the friction of his pelvis against your clit. Almost as if your bodies were made to be fitted together this way.

It sounded corny in your mind, especially with him fucking you senseless, but on the other hand… it only turned you on more. Your thumb pushed his chin up, his eyes meeting yours with parted lips and eyes that were only pupil. He knew without you even having to tell him but it didn’t stop him from smirking; the cocky fuck.

“Are you close, baby?”

You nodded frantically, your hips stuttering and shaking as you chased your high. Until it collapsed around you, body shaking against his as he held you close. His yelled out a string of curse words, hands gripping your waist so hard he might bruise you. His hips stilled against you. Balls deep inside you as the convulsions of your pussy made his snap, cumming inside you as his head spun from the sensations.

After a few moments and even though you were still recovering with scattered thoughts and shaky breaths, Sebastian thrusts slowly and deeply as his orgasm began to ebb away. He watched as his cum began to leak out of you, even with his cock stuffed inside.

“I will never get used to this.” He admitted, eyes glistening like the lines of cum slipping down your inner thighs. It made him hungry for more and he knew he wasn’t going soft anytime soon. "You're so fucking beautiful."

You laughed softly, slowly coming down from your high with him. But you kissed him, tongue brushing against his before you pulled away, to wrap your arms around him. You hugged him for a moment before leaning back.

"You wouldn't mind breaking in your car, would you?" You asked with a tiny smirk.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

꒰ ✶ ꒱ … ❛ AVALON'S NOTES ❜ : i’ve finally put this idea into writing after letting it bounce around my empty ass head. i hope you enjoyed! lemme know if you’d like more sebastian… especially if it’s with tats and piercings hehe. also, if you’d like to read or save this fic on AO3, here’s the link.

⸝ ⸝ ⠀i do not consent to any of my work being translated or reposted on any platform. do not feed any of my work into ai software.

[reekiiroo]

“Delivery from Robin.”

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My farmer, Simon, and his first interaction with Sebastian.

I imagined Robin was like “hey, while you’re going into town, would you mind dropping this off at the new farmers place for me?”

i also realized when i was nearly done, that i used two different brushes for the lineart 💀

[sashiavi]

Merry Late Christmas M'Loves! Thank you @birdielouwho for inviting me to this little Kinkmas Event~

And thank you to my wifey Spirit for listening to my bs and helping me get through this monster </3

Sebastian x Reader - Trapped in a Closet With Your 'Unrequited' Crush, Sebastian at a Holiday Party~

Warnings : Tipsy/drunk Sex, forced proximity, stuck in a closet, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, afab reader, some dirty talk, unprotected sex ♡

Word Count - 8.6k

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Being locked up inside of a stuffy closet wasn't particularly on your list of goals for the night, and yet here you were, barely illuminated by the soft seam of light daring to leak through the cracks of the door. The night air outside was still young and in bloom, voices leaking through the gap under the door with cheers and Holiday joy. You hear the cork to a bottle burst with a pop, a voice shrieking a happy cry as foam inevitably froths over the bottle, spattering to the hardwood floor of the Saloon.

Your own breath feels as if it echoes around you, bouncing off of the built-in shelves lining the closet, hitting you back in the face with a ring paired in your ears. Your back digs into the sharp plastic faux leaves of a holiday wreath, pulled out in the chaos of decorations brought from the very back end of the space, spewing from boxes, unworthy decorations strewn on shelves and wood panel floors - It was a miracle you hadn't shattered a glass bauble under your feet.

You shuffle, knees feeling wobbled and numb, breath punching out from the depths of your lungs, layering the small space in a sickly sweet warmth, hot and humid as if you were trapped in a sauna. Your fingers twirl into thick and dark tendrils of hair, wound into curls with a tight squeeze of your fingers, flexing every time the hard metallic lap of a pierced tongue grazes hot over your clothed clit. Despite the freeze beyond the front door of the Community Centre, the air inside of the closet was thicker than creamy hot chocolate, heated by the dancing bodies of the townsfolk celebrating the late-night festivities. That, and the spiked eggnog you had nursed through the night, settling under your diaphragm and rising up, a flush that kissed your cheeks, skin already bitten sensitive by the cool air on your walk there. And of course the man between your legs had a helping hand with it too - Lengthy fingers grabbing around the soft squish of your thighs, thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. Sebastian’s hands were slender and elegant, decorated with glinting rings and cracked nail polish, said nails digging loving crescents into the supple soft of your skin.

He had you sighing, swallowing down milky-thick saliva, your eyes catching his own, dark brows furrowed in focus as his lips latched with a smush against your mound, a breath heavy and hot on your cunt.

Now how exactly did you end up here anyway?

There was something of a Holiday Party occurring - A new tradition since the Community Centre had been cleaned up, spacious for the entirety of the town to attend, freely mingling and dancing away with a few pocket groups chatting on the sidelines. The more “Adult-Adults” - The Parents of many young people of the Valley - Congregated by the fire, letting the flicking warmth absorb into their skin, soothed from the chilling bite of the outside with their own fire burning up in their guts, born out of the little treat of alcohol they sipped at. Others mingled elsewhere, spread across the varying rooms, even the children ran and played in the crafts room, welcomed now that festivities didn't have to take place in the depths of the Saloon or the frosty outside of the Town Square.

You were with your usual gaggle of friends; Samson, Abigail and Sebastian, tucked away by the storage pantry, sat on crates and barrels filled to the brim with bits and bobs. You giggle airily at Sam and his usual antics, nursing your cup of eggnog while you shift on your makeshift box-seat, careful to avoid lodging a splinter in Yoba knows where. The vibe was cozy, wrapped in a glowy warm as you look between your friends, a buzz in your tummy leaving your head a little light, lips a tad looser than before.

Your eyes land on Sebastian, propped up on his own crate, chin tilted up high enough to reach the crack of an open window, blowing hot nicotine smoke from his lips into the brisk chill outside. He drags his cigarette hard, the end firing to life with a burn of hot orange, ashes flecking off of the edge before it dies away, smoke carried into his lungs to settle before he blows out once again. He was methodical, practiced in the movements as if he’d sneaked a puff of tobacco before, pierced tongue wetting over his lips, spit surely warm enough to battle the cold kiss of night air reddening his mouth with a blush.

You can’t help but watch him, eyes soft with puppy-love, attention easily slipping away from the present conversation. It was a known fact that you harboured a few feelings for the dark and mysterious man - To you and your other friends at least - Having Samson and Abigail on your back about just asking Sebastian on some sort of date, heck, they’d even offered to set the entire thing up! But there was something that nibbled at your subconscious, a whisper chanting doubts into your thoughts like an earworm, suck on repeat as if it were a bad but catchy song. They assured you, swore up and down that he totally felt the same! But you couldn't let yourself believe it, stuck in a loop of pitiful pining, drooling like a dog with its favourite treat just out of reach, dangled above your head like the sweetest forbidden fruit.

You're snapped out of your trance with a soft kick to your shin, Abigail’s boot tip connecting with the bone enough to jump a startle out of you. She was snickering, and so was Sam, eyebrows raised with a soft mocking cat call, ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ whistled slyly under their breaths lest the other man notice. You pout at them, hiding the expression behind another sip of spiked eggnog, eyes squinted enough to show off your unamusement and potential embarrassment. 

The thick brandy-laced custard slides down your throat with a swallow, adding to the warmth flushing inside your tummy, aided with the bashful sear brought on by Sam’s continued pokes. The alcohol leaves a subtle burn on your tongue, a bubbling in your stomach, turning the sweet and giddy fizz of a crush into something thick and near nauseating. You smack your lips, letting them pout into a small frown, tongue poking past in a childish manner before you let yourself giggle again.

Abigail hops up, sauntering to Sebastian to bum a cigarette off of him, joining by the slight crack of the window on the other side of the room, out of earshot for the next few babbles Sam had for you.

“He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?” Samson ever the lightweight dares to slur your way, cheekily taunting at the crush he knew you harboured for the other man. At first it was all comforts and sweet reassurances, repeating the same lines over and over- Of course you're pretty, of course you're his type, he looks at you too you know? - Until it morphed into not-so-subtle teases and jabs, Sam and Abigail growing tired at the same song and dance of reassurances, opting to wiggle their eyebrows and wink with a coo every time they caught you even glancing at Sebastian. They cared still, obviously, soothed away at the sharp stabs of insecurity that wriggled it’s way past the wall of your inner thoughts and out to them, these days the comforts presented themselves in a sly glance and a knock on your back forcing you to bump into the dark-haired man.

It was true that he did look good tonight; Hoodie swapped for a fitted black button down, coat forgotten at the door with the swallow of warmth inside the building. Piercings all matched with a dark silver sheen with rings to pair on a few of his fingers, bracelets and necklaces tied everything together, sheening behind his unbuttoned collar and rolled up sleeves.

You always hung out with the man in a group, surrounded by the others as a social buffer. Of course you had settled down in Abigail's room many nights past, eating snacks and playing video games until the ranch rooster crowed and the sun kissed its way up and over the horizon. Heck, you'd even spend afternoons with Sam, walking him home from work and staying until dinner, brainstorming music and chatting general nothingness until his mother had politely asked you to head home. 

But Sebastian was another story. How could you invade his sacred space for your own amusement? You could barely open the door to his home for his mother's services without biting your bottom lip and looking at each nail in the floorboards for a distraction, heart tingling at the idea of just seeing him in his natural habitat. A group meant safety, in numbers and outlets, avenues to sprint down in case of an emergency - The emergency being your hopeless and stumbly feelings for him.

Of course you talked to him, chatting away at your interests and his alike, walking drinks from the bar to the pool table with your eyes locked all doe on his face. You had a fair amount in common as well, but that darn bubble in your stomach often kept your feet glued to one spot, a half smile directed towards him in acknowledgement to whatever he would say.

– “You reckon that ring’s new? Looks kinda new…” Sam continues, pondering his astute observation, prying his way past the protective wall you had meticulously crafted surrounding your social body, urging for a comment.

“Maybe..” Your reply is short, safely guarded behind the fear of alcohol loosening your tongue. Sam hums, tilting his head, not at all hiding the fact that he was analysing the man by the window, smoking his way through a conversation, puffs of thick nicotine coming with the replies he had for Abigail before he sticks his head out of the window to blow again. You try not to stare, missing the way Abigail points your way, beaded bracelets on her wrist giving a clacking jingle, her own teasing comments falling off of her tongue with a steady drip of amusement.

“Should ask him.” Sam’s voice chirps again. Subtle teases, as always, trying to push the pair of you together like a girl does with her dolls, announcing the prophet of “Now Kiss!” while smushing their plastic faces together. It had happened once; Sam convinced you to go against him at the pool table, clumsily cracking the triangle of billiard balls with his pool cue, unmanaging to sink either solids or stripes. You admitted you hadn't a clue about how to play, and you were sure you were off the hook until the sunshine boy beams that cheeky, toothy smile at you.

“Sebastian will help!” he had exclaimed, failing to hide his grin when the raven-haired man shrugged and stood from the worn-out Saloon armchair he had been resting in. Though a little initially shy, Sebastian was one to open up with a little push.

That night was something of a struggle. Feeling the warmth of Sebastian's chest laying over your back, lengthy, nimble fingers drowning your own as he guided the pool cue, digits wrapping around the thrumming artery that pulsed in your wrist with a squeeze, just enough to have your head reeling. Click and clack went the sheeny resin balls, sinking into the holes of the pool table with an easy thrust of the cue thanks to Sebastian’s assistance, practically babying you through the process. His cologne stuck to you that night, soft and spicy and barely a hint of sweetness, bled into the threads of your top- Yoba, you’d never properly admit it but you didn’t wash the poor thing for far too long, not until the thick stain had properly lost its essence. The imprint of his body was something unforgettable, towering over your back, chin tucked by your ear, breaths slow and careful, full of focus as he whispered instructions with every turn, guiding your body as if you were his puppet. 

Ever since, it seemed to be Samson’s mischievous mission to pin the two of you together.

There were countless attempts only ending in hot embarrassment, the need to recreate a one off moment only becoming a tangled mess with its execution, like a failed flash mob two counts out of time. But you couldn’t be mad at Sam, in the end he was only trying (and mostly failing) to be your wingman. You squint at him, watching the blonde obnoxiously play with the bar lodged in his tongue, leaned back upon a box from his spot on the floor, eyes fuzzed out of focus in deep thought. Well, as deep as Samson could manage with the clear wash of tipsiness leaking from his body language. He huffs a sigh and chuckles, a goofy, lopsided grin leaning your way before it's hidden by his own sip of his drink, his pierced eyebrow raising as if to dismiss the curious thoughts you had swirling around behind your forehead. 

Sam hops up, a sway in his movement, humming under his breath as he explores a nearby storage closet, spewing out Christmas decor used to add Holiday Charm around the rooms. Ever so nonchalant. He rifles loudly, snickering to himself when he finds a dusty Santa hat, putting the wretched thing over his mane of hair before he continues on. The other pair make their way back over, the window now fully shut, locking in the warmth of the Community Centre, any remnants of the bristly chill snuffed out with a warm wash. Sam’s antics were loud, hands roughly exploring the space, pulling things out that surely shouldn’t be touched - At least not by him of all people. Sebastian and Abigail sit either side of you, the male opting to share a corner of the wooden pallet crate you had situated yourself on, very nearly pressing his bicep into your own as he watches Sam.

“Duuuude..” The blonde calls with a hiccuped laugh, practically jumping into a box to nab at something. Sebastian tilts his head, an amused quirk of a smile plastered on his pierced lips, the point of a double vertical labret (Not snakebites as Sam always annoyingly calls them) lifting with the action.

“That can’t be good.” Sebastian’s voice cracks soft, tone low enough for only you to hear, like a hidden inside joke. Of course, you giggle, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the noise, your brain letting you laugh so effortlessly, as if you were a crushing school girl - Yoba it felt silly, and yet your body strives to work against you.

“I’m scared..” You mock a wobbly tone, a fake frown on your face which easily turns upwards as Sam yelps, coming up with his lucky-dip mystery prize he’d yanked up from the box. 

“Ooho..” The blonde calls, lifting up the very thing he had practically dived for; A stringy and sad looking worn-out piece of plastic mistletoe, decorated with a gnarly bright red ribbon in the beginnings of the end of its life, fraying right at the edges in wispy fabric feathers. His grin turns shit-eating, eyes darkening in your direction, dangling the sad plastic plant as if it were poison ivy, ready to rash anything it touched. “Ohh, Sebby-Webs~” He teases, making a wet, spit-filled kissy face at the other man. 

Sebastian rolls his eyes with a huff, pulling out his lighter and flicking the flame to life with a hearty click, a silent threat against the very existence of the sad excuse of mistletoe. Sam makes a show of pouting, sniffling faux snot up his nose in defeat before his attentions turn to you.

“He’s so mean, right?” He keeps up his pout, fake tears in his eyes. “You’ll smooch me, right?” He looked like a kicked puppy, bottom lip wobbling as he neared you, holding the plastic piece above your head. He looks to Sebastian, a glint in his eyes and a near smirk daring to twitch on his lip, stirring the pot, so to say. You fake a gag, looking to Sebastian to spout a joke but the man looked.. Well, tense. Brow furrowed just enough, body stiff in his spot beside you compared to the lucid and wobbled movements of Sam. “Just oneeee~” The blonde begs, teasing at you, making another puckered kissy face as he dramatically leans in.

Another one of his forced proximity plans perhaps-

A lean hand smushes into Sam’s lips, ring clad fingers squishing his cheeks, firmly but gently shaking his head. Oh, it was on now. A roughhousing play fight between the two men, giggles and fake insults, Sam and his mistletoe with pucker kissing noises now directed back to Sebastian. “Kiss meeee, kiss me- You know you want to~” Sam would sing, only to be refuted by Sebastian calling him some sort of choice word. You and Abigail can only look to one another, a stifled smile as the boys go at each other- Until an unhealthy crashing tumble occurs.

Sebastian yelps a swear, falling back on a box within the closet space, saved by the crinkle of tinsel rather than any sharp and nasty decorations. You don’t think, jumping to your feet, eggnog forgotten as you spring to help him.

“Seb-! Are you alright?” You reach him, lending your arm for him to use you as leverage, doing your best to pull him free. You get him up and standing, faced with his collarbones with his height compared to your own, closer than you initially had thought you'd be, the space tighter than it seemed with all the storage boxes-

A chuckle comes from the door, Sam with a teeth-filled and lopsided grin, one hand on the frame and the other tossing the sad little plastic mistletoe right at you before the door comes to a hearty, thunking close. Boisterous laughter is muffled, taunts of “Behaving” going nearly unheard as crates scrape against the hardwood floors, only logically being pressed against the door, successfully locking yourself and Sebastian inside of the tiny storage closet.

This felt juvenile, as if you were thrown into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, the door un-opening as you try your best to push - No luck. 

A hand rests snugly on your waist as Sebastian leans over, trying his luck at pushing the door to get it moving along its hinges, palm and fingers spread flat over the wood. It's a futile attempt. He chokes around a pant as he tries again, breath straining with a soft whine right at the back of his throat with his pushing, forming into a weak and disheartened groan of a sigh when he fails again. He swallows, breathing huffed, squared to catch himself before he braces to try again.

“Seb-” Your voice calls with a crack, your hand daring to reach for his bicep, giving him a soft squeeze, heavy with your touch thanks to the soft swirl of alcohol in your stomach. “Hey..” You try again before he relents, face snapping to yours in the dimmed-down closet, barely illuminated by the crack under the door. His breaths huff against your lips, hot and laced with tobacco and a wash of mint in a feeble attempt to mask the smell. He had managed to work up a small sweat with his attempts, smoker lungs surely fiery behind his ribs, puffs coming to an easy slow, air still coming from past his lips, brushing into yours like a faux kiss.

His hand on your waist doesn't move, plastered stuck right in place before the other joins, holding you right there - Closer than arm's length. You hear him swallow, see the bare brush of his tongue swiping over his lips, wetting them with saliva, piercings glinting with the bare shine of light. “Fuck..” Comes his voice, barely above a whisper, more rounded with the shape of his mouth and that harsh digraph sound nestled at the back of his throat.

It's quiet - So, so quiet. Save for the shake of your breaths, coming into a rhythm, forced into tandem as you try to make out Sebastian’s face in the dim. Your pulse thrums in your ears, thumping like a ball in your throat, gushing red-hot anxious blood to your head, already washy and tipsy drunk off of that damned eggnog- The air between you seared, hot tension rising as you come to terms with exactly what just happened, a heavy weight of mortification washing down your shoulders and to your toes, curdling the contents of your stomach into something bubbly-sick. It was as if a kettlebell fell down on your head right as you’d jumped down from high up, a spiking shock running up your legs and down your shoulders, meeting up in the middle. Your hand moves to come off of his bicep, the squeeze of your fingers off from his flesh-

One slender hand moves up, cupping at your ribs as if to stop you, accompanied by a short and startled disapproving hum, rumbled from Sebastian’s throat. You stare at him, he stares back, eyes searching left, right, left, right, flicking and unknowing of where exactly to look- Until he sighs, air punched from his gut before his head drops, carefully landing on your shoulder, face turned into your neck. His piercings barely press a graze to your sensitive skin, poking dully on your pulse, scraping as he speaks right under your ear.

“Sorry.. C-Can..” Your body sparks a shiver. “Can I..?” He asks, such an open-ended question had your brain searching all the ‘what ifs’. You mouth his name with a whisper, a questioning tone pitched up before he hums a long sound from his chest. “I can’t take it anymore- Really.. Fuck- Can I just..” He huffs another breath, a thick swallow following down his throat. His lips graze a trail up, pressed right by your ear as he asks; “Please-” exacerbation and frustration, it oozes off of him, “Tell me I can kiss you- Yoba I can’t...” 

Was this an eggnog induced hallucination? Was your sick pining something mutual? No more clawing through the six feet of thick insecurity to grasp at measly straws or long over the reassurances Sam and Abigail had gifted you? It was your turn to beg a short please of your own before your lips were captured in a desperate lock - All teeth and tongue, clumsy in movement, heads turning to find the perfect fit. Sebastian's hands wander, caressing up and down your sides, to the small of your back, letting them dive further to cup the fat of your ass as his tongue moves to take over your mouth. It swirls lovingly over your own, the ball of his tongue bar rolling and lapping, tastebuds dragging rough against each other, sloppy with spit and tipsiness, each and every breath of his tainted with a moan that cracked its way up his throat. His piercings poke against your lips, kissing them raw with every move of his mouth on your own until he lets your bottom lip thread through his teeth with a needy bite.

He pecks you hard, capturing your lips in a short frenzy before he's back on you again, deep and needy, pulling your body towards his own, soft in comparison to his lean build. You throw your arms around his neck, fingers twirling girlishly into the back of his hair, giving him a sweet tug with every few kisses you give back. His tongue is on you again, lips parting with a groan as he licks into your mouth, the mixed taste of whiskey tainted custard-cream and spiced smoked tobacco swaps with your spit. The air around you thickens, noses huffing against each others cheeks as you try to catch your breath, unwilling to part from the sloppy lock of your lips - Curse the need to breathe, Sebastian pops off with a wet puckered sound, a line of spit still connecting you together. His arms tighten, fingers turning into a claw to grab at you, anything he could get his hands on, his lungs huffed up choked breaths, head shaking in some form of disbelief.

“Fuck.. Yoba-” His lowered voice calls. Your response is barely a squeak before he's on you again, capturing your lips between his in a hot and heavy manner, pulling you into his body, pressing himself against you, the finality of having you in his arms coursing a magma-hot sear through his blood. His knee rests between your legs, an arm caged around your upper back, caressing and rubbing in a feverish frenzy, bundling the fabric of your clothes into desperate fists while the other rubs circles into your hip, tugging right at the waist of your pants. You feel it, the hot pulse of something down below, the strain of his cock pressing up against the seam of his jeans and by proxy, poking against your own body. “I.. Fucken’... Need you.” It’s said between kisses, slurred against your lips, “F’So… Long.. Too fucken’.. Shit-.. Too, mmph.. pussy to say-” That's when you cut him off, a sweet tug to his hair with one hand and a cup to his chin with the other, tippy-toeing your way to press against him, kissing up, chasing his mouth.

“Shh..” You soothe, your own desperation showing as your palms come down to massage his shoulders, caressing up and down his chest over the sheeny smooth fabric of his button down. Your fingers trace against his collar, dipping past the edge of his shirt, already slightly unbuttoned from the top to show off the silver chain of his necklace. Another swear comes from his pierced lips, hands leaving your body for barely a moment for him to tug at the strip of fabric housing the plastic buttons, pulling the poor placket open with a needy tug, losing at least one rounded badge with a snap, the poor little thing landing on the floor with a bounce before it was forgotten completely. His chest was exposed, milky skin bright enough to see in the dim light, sparsely dotted moles dancing over his otherwise clear skin. It's warm against your touch, tacky with the rise of sweet arousal, in the beginning stages of working up a heated sweat.

His hands are back on your body, reaching for the hem of the ‘ugly sweater’ you’d picked out for the night, decorated with kitschy Holiday motifs sewn into the knit. It was one of your last layers you wore to the party that night, a warm and cuddly jumper and scarf left to sit in a neat pile. Off it came with a tug over your head before his bare hands were on your skin, forcing sweet shivers in every spot he touched, sparking like needle pricks with every squeeze and brush. His lips brush into your neck with open mouthed kisses, bites and bruises peppered into your skin- Your nails dig into his shoulder, dragging down his front before your palms flatten, taking in the feeling of his body against your fingertips. “Sebastian~.. Mmnn..” Your head tilts back with a sweet chirpy moan, giving the man all the access he could ever want to your body, thoughts swirling behind your closed eyes, dizzy with the slur of alcohol inebriating your finer thinking ability. Yoba, you didn’t care- Couldn't care less towards the fact.

Sebastian bites against the strap of your bra, the elastic snapping against your shoulder before he mouths at your collar bone, sinking down to the valley of your breasts, bent over to press tender kisses and love bites into the once untouched and hidden skin. You reach back and fumble with the clasp of your bra, picking at the stubborn latch to free your tits, feeling the wet spit of his kisses linger coolly with the huff of his breath.

“Hahh.. Shit..” His voice pipes up again. Kisses come back up, arms wrapping snug around your body to squeeze you into him, tits squishing into his nude chest all soft and pretty, the rougher poke of his necklace making an imprint into your skin. His hands are grabby, arms flexing to hug and pull at you, teeth sinking into your neck, over your collarbones, wet kisses smothered up your jaw to your awaiting lips.

“S-Seb-!” He only groans in response, head nodding as if to say ‘I Know,’ pierced lips dragging into your skin with the movement. Your hands grab his face, cupping his jaw on either side, thumbs caressing in rough swipes, feeling the subtle grain of his shaved face under the pads of them. You grab back at him, palm sliding down his neck, massaging into the bob of his Adam’s apple, against the slope of his shoulder into that tender trap muscle, skin soft with peach fuzz until you move to his chest, feeling the slightest wiry rough of chest hair, barely enough to frame his torso. You rub the expanse of his chest, hands between your pressed bodies, kissing hot and sloppy, tongues swirling, lips fully parting to moan into his mouth as your thumb brushes over his bare nipple, feeling the hard metal of a piercing. It sends a thick course of arousal to your core, throbbing behind the press of your pants. 

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together for a sweet release, anything to feel the sticky heat of friction against your budding arousal- Yoba you don’t have to chase it though. 

It's like he reads your mind, his hand allowing itself to press between your legs, long and dexterous ring-clad fingers pushing against your mound in a caress, palm pressing richly hot pressure against your clit. Your lips part in another moan, eyes rolling softly, allowing your lashes to flutter into a dreamy close, body melting as if you were moulded out of thick molasses. Things were getting hotter - Heavier - Pleasures beginning to spark under fingers and they soothe and caress, as Sebastian’s palm grounds rough at the seam of your pants, fingertips pressing their pads against your clothed fluttering hole. Your lips part from his with a breathy gasp, his name hot on your tongue, barely whispered, those syllables rounded as you suck air into your starving lungs. Yoba, it's all you can say - A mantra of his name over and over with every few seconds, spewing from your lips as if you knew nothing else. 

He breathes your own name back to you, rasped off of his pierced tongue before his kisses are on your throat, nose nuzzling in slow shakes of his head. His hand comes up, swiping the button to your pants with his thumb and forefinger, zipping down the fly enough for him to connect closer - His fingers dip behind your panties, the taught elastic band surely digging into the back of his hand as he glides his digits over your drooly folds. He outwardly groans, another ‘Fuck’ grit through his teeth. You whimper, head leaning into him for comfort, thighs squishing around his teasing hand. Ohhh that was it- The sweet dip of his long middle finger sinking into your wetness, past the weepy ring of your cunt, coated in sweet drool as he dares to curl. You bite into your bottom lip, a long and keened hum following his actions.

“God- Yoba..” He stains, his finger working its magic, curling sweet caresses, a beckoning of ‘come here, come here!’ over and over again. “You’re so.. Fuck- so wet..” He says in bewilderment, tongue running over his kiss-bitten lips, past the metal pierced through them. You nod, an ‘All f’you’ about to drip off of your tongue if it weren't for the grind of his palm sparking a delicious pressure against your clit- Instead you moan, a pathetic affirmation of a noise whining out. One became two, the slip of his ring finger clad with a ring, in fact, easily being stained with the sweet and creamy nectar of your cunt.

Oh, how he works them into you. Cupping your pussy with his lean hand, lengthy fingers rolling sweet curls against the gummy little spot inside of you, giving you his palm to grind back on, lips kissing at the top of your head, huffing an enamoured chuckle each time you clench your squishy thighs against the bone of his wrist and the dig of his bracelets. Yoba, it forces him to be rougher with you, a game to push past the tight trap of your thighs, free himself from the confines all so he could fuck into you. You look up at him, eyes glassy from the abuse of his fingers, pressing right where you needed him. You flutter a blink, bubbles of tears threatening to fall past your bottom lash, doe and unfocused with a pouty bite to your lip.

“Hohhh.. Fuck, that's it.” He holds you into him as your legs go jelly-soft, a hot wash of ditzy dizziness creeping up your knees as his fingers fuck and curl. He stares right at you, brows furrowed in an upward pinch, a tug of a frown born out of hot arousal and focus appearing right at the corner of his lip. Your breaths hitch, rapid, in pace with a sinful hiccup tainting any feeble attempt at speaking-

“Seb.. ast-tian~” It's almost like a warning, sharp with arousal and stuttered in pleasure, breathed inward as you gasp, hands fisting into the fabric of his open button-down like a lifeline.

“Hmmn?” He hums with a nod - Right there. Sebastian was right where you needed him, his fingers mashing into that supple little spot inside of you, that sweet and spongy swell that had your brain all foggy. “What is it, Princess..?” The name alone had you melting further than you thought was possible, your entire body rippling with a sensation that felt as though you were on fire. Your fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt, chin tilting up in a desperate plea, lip bitten raw and in need of more kisses.

Of course, he obliges, hearing your begs despite the lack of a peep chirped from your throat - Slow and deep - That's how he kisses you. Capturing your lips with a sweet bite of teeth, tongue caressing your own with a loving lick, out of time with the hot and feverish way his fingers fuck your cunt. The juxtaposition only adds to the wobble in your body, coming closer and closer to the very edge, moans drunk up by his lips, swallowed with a happy humming in his throat. One hand comes off of his shirt collar, fingers curling around Sebastian's arm, your soft palm feeling the bump of his wrist bone press into it, greedily pushing him into you while your hips hump back on his digits.

“I..- I’m.!” You can barely formulate your sentences, whipped thicker than cream under his spell, the sinful caress of his fingers beckoning in your cunt.

“Fuckk, Babe.. S’okay- I gotcha’..” Sebastian promises. You cling to him for dear life, your body leaning its weight against him, pushing him further into the wedge of shelves supporting the both of you. You feel it, that spark right at the bottom of your tummy, twisting and turning, firing into ignition as your thighs clench and squirm. So close- So, so close!

Any attempt at a legible sentence is easily cut with a gaspy whimper, crying out as you cream over his knuckles, properly messing up the fabric of your panties with gushy slick, bleeding pat and surely leaving a messy wet spot on your pants. Even with the taut press of your waistband limiting the man’s movements, he doesn't let up, curing those lengthy fingers through the rush of your orgasm, feeling the clenchy release lovingly pulse on his knuckles. He works you through it, eyes wide and enamoured with the way he had you, closer than arm's length, the sole reason for the sweet bliss that rushed through your body - “Shit- That's it.. Thaaat’s it- Fuck.. Look at me.. Look at me-” You obey, fucked out eyes flicking up to his, seeing the wash of arousal pool and swirl behind his dark lashes, his lip bitten bruised as he focuses on you, enamoured. “Feels good? Hmmn?” He nearly begs for reassurance, huffing a relieved laugh when you nod, your body twitching with each sweet pulse.

His lips attack yours, hungry and hot, throat groaning up a delicious noise you couldn’t help but eat up, body on fire with the way his palm rides you through the remnants of your hot burst of arousal. 

“Fuck..” His hand softens its press, fingers giving a last curl before he carefully pulls them from the confines of your pants. They're drenched and sticky, dribbles of arousal sticking to his fingers like a lattice, spider webbing with a sinful drip that had you clenching your thighs once again. It drips over his rings, cream and slick mixing with the precious metal, soaked knuckles curling as his lips part, tongue lapping a lick before they’re suckled into his mouth.

The groan he lets out is near animalistic, needy and punched from the depths of his lungs, his own arousal going painfully unnoticed only pressing harder and stricter against the seam of his jeans. The man murmurs, words raspy-hot on his tongue; “Need more of’ya-”

It felt almost comical to describe the next moments as a blur, but the post-orgasm airiness lingering in your boozed tipsy brain had your perception flicking with a whack of whiplash. Turned from your position, the skin of your naked back now pressing into a collection of forgotten Holiday decorations, a slight itch thanks to the plastic of a faux wreath. Your pants are tugged down, eager fingers hooking into your waistband and stripping you of your bottoms, it's a short fumble, hot and clumsy, the air within the closet turned stuffy with breath and sweet arousal-induced sweat. 

Hands are on you, flat palms squishing into the flesh of your bare thighs, fingers still slick, pressing their pads into the sensitive, rarely caressed skin - Thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. His lips are next, sharp with the bud of his piercings and the nips of his teeth, daring to suckle a bruising kiss against your inner thigh, piping up a squeak from your throat, another call of his name. You search for Sebastian in the dim, eyes focusing on the milk of his skin reflecting off of the crack of light, his being nestled comfortably between your legs. His dark hair parts with an affectionate caress of your fingers, looping themselves through his locks to pat him. He hums against your flesh, warm on your skin, breath moist with humidity born out of the hot and tacky stick of arousal leaching into the air from your bodies.

He smacks his lips on the skin of your thighs, itching up and up, further into the centre of your heat, nails digging loving crescent marks into your skin with every eager grope. He kisses against your bikini line, right by the taut elastic hugging at your upper leg, hiding away the sweetness of your cunt behind a wall of silky pantie fabric. He nuzzles his nose into the crevice connecting your thigh to torso, the point of it dragging over your clothed cunt with an affectionate press accompanied by a shameless inhale. Sebastian sighs something dreamy, lips peppering kisses that had your breath hitching, right over the mound of your heat - So pretty and accentuated with the tight and taught pull of your panties, outlining the swell of your pussy. Yoba, he swallows thick, gulping down saliva that dared to pool under his pierced tongue. 

Your arousal sticks to his lips, pooling a clear wet spot in your panties, a target for him to kiss at, to tentatively lick at, feeling the slick remnants of your previous orgasm wet on his tongue. He groans- More of that taste on his tongue, eyes heavy as they look up at you, washed over with need. Your fingers twitch, straining against his scalp, tugging his dark strands enough to have him diving right in.

His lips latch to your clothed cunt, impatient to get more of you on his tongue. The soft prick of his lip piercings press a spiky pressure on your sensitive mound, a reminder harsher than the eager lap of his tongue- Yoba.. Fuck- His tongue, strong and flat, licking between your pantie clad folds, adding his own drooly spit to the mess staining the poor fabric. His lips purse against your pussy as he indulges, eyes fluttered shut, thick, dark brows creased into an affectionate scrunch, full of focus.

“O-Ohhh.. Seb… I’m.. I need..” You breathe past the burn of your lungs, panting with jolty huffs each time his lips and tongue brush over the fabric covering the sensitive bud of your clit.

“Hmm.. Mhmmn-” He hums, smacking a harsh kiss before he pulls off, “Need to- Fuck, need my tongue on you. Gotta-” He shakes his head, kissing at his teeth with a ‘tut’ before his thumb dares to leave your thigh, hooking at the fabric of your panties in a motion to pull them aside. He looks to you, a thick gulp down his throat as he watches your head bob- Nod, nod, nod goes your head, almost in desperation to just feel him again, fingers curling in his hair, clenched with arousal and the budding frustration to just make him take you already. Yoba, he was sweet, though, the sentiment of him asking such things, checking in with a silent ask for consent, making your back teeth grit in hot enamourment.

Sebastian takes it, your gifting nod, and eagerly yanks your underwear to the side. His thumb pulls your panties taut, shifted aside to show off the wet glisten of your folds, gushy with your last orgasm, puffy and swollen thanks to the prior abuse of his fingers, good enough to kiss-

Obviously, he does. Planting a wet and obnoxious open-mouthed kiss to your budding clit, lips smacking together before he properly dives into you, selfishly savouring all the sweetly creamed arousal you had for him. You gasp, fingers tightening in the twirls of his hair, surely enough to leave a harsh sting but Yoba- It doesn't seem like he cares. If anything it spurs the man on, a hot groan erupting from his chest, lips parting, the prick of his piercings digging a delicious pressure into your cunt. He’s messy with you, hungry slurps uncaring of the vulgar noise - The sharp and uncomfortable itch of the Holiday wreath biting at your skin was incomparable to the searing hot pleasure ripped from your pussy, stinging with overstimulation, forcing an endless string of whines from your lips.

Your throat hiccups, panting hot swears and the syllables of his name, rounded easily from your lips as he takes to you. It's easy for another orgasm to threaten your body, the feeling eager to roll from your cunt, twisting sweet and stabby like a suckled on candy cane, licked into a pin-thin spike poking at your gut- Especially with the works of Sebastian's tongue, swirly with his movements, tongue fat and flat as the metal ball of his piercing kisses at the bud of your clit in his rhythmic laps. He’s vocal with you, only spurring you on; Sweet hums tainting each breath he sucked in, feeble attempts to get oxygen in his lungs. You’re not sure he cares, not with the hearty mash of his lips against your mound, pursed with a stingy-sweet suckle directed right against your clit, teeth grazing at the supple soft swell of your pussy. 

You can’t help the hot babble, the filthy cry you speak next, steadily rushing to the very edge- Wanting to just take him- Damn any refractory period, you needed to feel the pulsy stab of his length drilling you over the edge. 

“Fuck me- Please- please, please Sebby just- Ahhnn..~” You whine, fingers giving his hair some grace, opting to feverishly pet him, clumsy affection in your fingers as you work them in a soothe. “Want you- Want you so, so bad- Y’know? F’so long-” You don't have to convince him.

He pops off of your cunt- Not without leaving several plants of hot kisses, pecking hotly on your clit before he tugs your panties down. His cock comes free with the jangle of a belt buckle, the leather sliding from his belt loops with a zip, metal buckle daring to clank on the floor before he’s working at the button and zip of his fly. His lips kiss at yours, the taste of your cunt on his tongue, sweetly salty and drenched in arousal, twinged with the last remnants of spicy nicotine and cream-sweet eggnog, swapped with the swirly spitty lap of your tongues mingling together in a hot collide.

It feels like a hot blur, motions moving quickly, Sebastian's arm jutting as he fists his free cock- Weepy dribbly tip all swollen and pink, finally free from the tight seam of his jeans. You squirm, lips clumsy on his own, arousal knocking you into an instinct-driven motion, oh so needy, “Seb..- Please.. Fuck… Fuck me~” You beg, muted between hot kisses, words slurred with the lick of his tongue, cutting you off with his mouth.

You move in tandem, arms throwing themselves around his neck as he grips the squish of your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his lean hip, hooking you into him as he lines himself up. He pops off of your lips enough to breathe, murmuring filthy things against them, coated in hot spit and your sweet arousal; “M’gonna fuck you- Promise, God- Yoba I promise, Princess-” He throws more sweet pet names your way, “Wanted me? Hmm? Wanted- Fuck.. Wanted you f’so long..” He promises. You feel the pudge of his cock press to your cunt, sparking a drooly clench of your drippy hole. He grinds on you, hips rolling, tip weeping as if it were crying, dribbling its milky pre over your puffy clit, pathetically kissing against your folds as his hips rut.

“Fuuuuckkk..” The ring of your cunt hugs his tip, suckling him in as he finally makes an effort to press in, he groans out a moan, matching the supple whine of your throat as you take him. Slow and sweet was something that could surely come later- The pressing itch of desperation easily taking over between you. Heavy rolls turn into needy fucks, hips jutting, pudgy cock tip making love to your cervix, kissing hot and lovingly hard pecks against the sweet mush in the depths of your pussy.

It's easy for his hips to roll into you, the base of his cock pounding against your mound, grinding the wiry curls that decorated him into the sensitive bud of your clit. Plap, plap, plap goes his hips on yours, skin to skin, sticky and sweat sheened, tacky to the touch as your bodies collide. You brace one arm on a shelf behind you, swiping off any stray decorations with a clamouring clutter, mystery items bouncing off into the depths of the closet, rolling on the floor. Your other arm hangs loosely on his neck, doe eyes fucked out and glossed as they look up at him, lips parted sweetly, kiss bitten and spit-shined, captured in a heated tongue and teeth-filled kiss before Sebastian groans. 

“Everythin’ I fucken’ dreamed of-” It's said between gritted teeth, his gaze snapping from your wet eyes to your drooling cunt, huffing an arousal filled chuckled laced up in disbelief, seeing that drooly ring of cream coat over his length, making a mess between yourselves. “So fucking perfect- Fuhhhck m’not gonna last long- Hahh.” You nod in agreement, eyes closing, that bubble of tears falling down your cheeks with a streak. Closer and closer came the tight twist of your next orgasm, your poor and abused pussy clenching loving squeezes on his cock, spurred on with the hot sting of overstimulation- Your thigh cramped, spread over his hip for him, tits bouncing with every thrust, lungs stuck in a sweet burn.

Your skin sweats, lips drool, eyes blink all glossy and dumb, brain firing off every time you have the pleasure of looking at him- Closer, closer - Your clit throbs, hips pathetically humping back into his fucks, chasing the hot high that threatened to gush!

There's sudden laughter, slurred and obnoxious, rasped from an all-too-happy voice. It leaks from beneath the crack in the door, the outside world leaching into your little space, a phantom chill washing over your body as if the door has swung open to the fresh fall of snow that blanketed the street. A crash occurs, a feminine voice scolding someone, furniture scraping against the wood floor of the outside. You hadn't noticed your attention had wandered, not until Sebastian grips your chin, turning you back to lock into another searing kiss-

“Oiii-” A fist bashes against the door, rattling the thing on its hinges. Sebastian’s hand moves, coming between your legs to rub at your poor bud- The fiery thrill of a threat- A burning fear of being caught by a drunken Sam had your body twitching. Sebastian seemed to feel the same, making something of a challenge to get you off before the blonde had the audacity to finally clear the doorway. “Ha- ‘ave you kissed yet?” Yoba knows you’ve done so much more.

Sebastian presses you harder into the shelves, hips snapping rough, filthy words spat into your ears as his hand worked overtime on your poor clit- His hips roll sloppily, breathes coming into a hard and slow pant, huffing in your ear- “Fuck.. M’ Gonna fucken’ cum- Yeah? G-Gonna take it? Hmmn? Look so pretty like this-” he babbles, tone heavy in his throat. “Gonna make it up t’you- Yeah? Promise.. Hnng fuck- P-Promise..” His fucks turn snappy, jut, jut, jutting- Punching at your poor cervix, cunt mashing against the base of his cock.

“Seb- As.. Tian~” You choke, head lulling back with an eye roll, teeth biting into your lips as you finally gush again, wetting his cock with a weepy clench of your pussy, filthily kissing at his length, adding to the wonderful mess between your legs. So sweet and squeezy, your velvety walls massage the length of his cock as you cum, pussy suckling him in, inviting the hot pulse of his own orgasm with a loving hug.

His hips snap in sharp staccatos, throat stuck in a perpetual growl with each lingering fuck as he spurts. He creams into you, hot and ropey filling up the depths of your sweetness, milked off by your squeezing. His sweaty forehead comes to rest in the crook of your neck, fingers holding your thigh up squeezing a grab, a stingy dig of his nails leaving desperate crescent marks behind. He rasps a drawn-out groan, nosing into the tacky, sweaty skin of your neck, mouthy kisses back on your shoulder, just adding to the bitey kiss marks he’d left on you already.

You jolt when another knock rasps against the door, sloppy and full, thunks formed by a fist connecting to the wood. “Alright, you guys, you've definitely been in there long-e-fucking-nough." Sam’s voice calls with a snort, a failed attempt at stifling his laughter. “Don’ make me open this door~” He sings.

The fumble for clothes and the accidental collide of foreheads seemed worth it all - Especially when you roll over and see the man now in your bed, chest rising and falling as he sleeps, more bruises kissed into both of your skin, all sticky and spent, a shower surely in order by the time morning came. For now, you bask in the luxury of resting your head on Sebastian’s chest, lulled to sleep by the dull ache in your legs and the tipsy swirl of spiked eggnog settling in your stomach.

[onyxdaze]

Friends to Lovers

Sebastian x f.Reader

Sebastian wants to tell you something.

nsfw. minors do not interact.

Lying on his back, Sebastian stares at the ceiling.

It’d be easy to blame his restlessness on the hardwood floor—to assume the thin flannel blanket under him simply isn’t good enough. “Not good enough” echoes in the cadence of his step-dad’s voice. Demetrius has made it clear that Sebastian is, in many ways, just that. A blade of indignation cuts through him, and he smiles. Staring down the throat of a microscope all day makes Demetrius pedantic and boring, not all-knowing.

The chirr of small bugs crackles in the night.

He turns his head. There you are, sleeping on his couch.

Sam snores, asleep on Sebastian’s bed. Abigail’s feet rest next to Sam’s head.

Sebastian can’t sleep when he’s always thinking about you. If he tells you how he feels and you reject him, will you stop being his friend? That—that would hurt the most.

The thought of his crush being requited pops up. He dismisses it. Images of his hands tracing the curves of your body flash through his mind. His longing thrums in the dark, insisting.

What if you knew he was lying here thinking of you this way? He pinches his eyes shut. The mental image of his fingers seeking your pleasure both excites and torments him. Why can’t he be normal about you?

He slides his hand beneath the black waffle blanket and reaches for his hard-on. You sigh in your sleep—the sound takes the shape of a moan, and the ache between his thighs pulses. Just being this close to you could get him off. And afterward, maybe he can get some rest.

For a moment, he considers going to the bathroom. But the sound of him moving around might wake someone. He doesn’t feel great about masturbating in a room with his friends. But they’re asleep. And if he’s going to get any sleep, he has to do something to make it stop.

And if he’s completely honest with himself, part of him doesn’t want to be any farther from you than he has to be.

You spend so much time working on your farm (and really, he finds your dedication inspiring), but he doesn’t get to see you as often as he’d like. When he does see you, he tries to make the most of it. Even if most of that time is spent with you, Sam, and Abby together. He wonders if Sam and Abby know how he feels about you. Do they realize how hard it is to share what little time he has with you?

He’s imagined ways the two of you could be alone. He could visit you, ask if you need help with the farm. You’d answer the door wearing barely anything.

The palm of his hand hugs his warm shaft. A rush of pleasure spreads through him.

He fantasizes about you pulling him inside, your eyes bright with the same want he feels. You’d kiss him. Frantically undress him. Stand on your knees.

His hand moves like his breath—jerky and frantic. Desperate for relief. He’s so close—

“Sebastian?” you whisper.

He hears your voice and thinks he’s imagined it. You’re calling out to him with that perfect, wet mouth. His hand moves faster.

“Seb?” you say, a little louder than a whisper.

Clearer.

He freezes. The tips of his ears burn red. He pulls his hand away.

The couch cushions rustle. A shadow moves toward him.

Your face hovers over his.

“Are you,” you murmur, voice barely perceptible, “jacking off?”

“No,” he blurts, staring at you, dazed. This is everything he wants. Just not like this.

You move. He feels your body heat at his side. You lie beside him on the floor, your head propped up by your hand. The whites of your eyes fixed on him as you study his face. He mimics your position. Your eyes meet.

“I want to help,” you tell him.

It’s hard not to notice how his face warms when you smile. How flustered he gets when he talks to you. When you asked Sam and Abby if Sebastian had a crush on you, they giggled. Said it took you long enough to notice. Now they call you Sherlock whenever Sebastian is out of hearing range.

He’s been shy about his feelings. It was sweet at first. Now you’re tired of waiting for him to make the first move. Another year of tension-filled glances, finger-brushing, and excuses to sit close to you is going to drive you insane.

“Sure,” he says after a moment.

This has to be a dream, he thinks. But it can’t be. The floor is too hard. Too familiar.

Maybe you’re joking. That has to be it.

He should say something. Now.

He tells himself he’s ruining everything.

“I mean it though—you know—if you want to,” you say. The words catch in your throat. You hold his gaze.

You’re tired of pretending you’re just friends.

When you first met Sebastian, it was hard to believe he cared about much of anything. At first he seemed aloof—cold, even. Later you saw him more clearly. The small smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth when he’s happy. The way he looks after Sam and Abby. The way he ends up sitting a little closer to you than anyone else.

His fingertips brush your cheekbone. His heart thumps loud, like drunken footsteps. He waits to see if you’ll pull away. You don’t. For a moment, neither of you move.

He leans toward you.

Are you offering him a handjob? Or is this a joke? He searches your face—it’s earnest, a little embarrassed. His chest feels heavy. What if you think this is just a horny, meaningless moment?

Your lips touch. Soft. Careful. Your thumb traces his jawline. The world around him blurs. All he can feel is your warmth.

Slowly, the kiss breaks.

You lie face to face, eyes locked. He touches your face, tracing the curve of your cheekbone to your ear before his hand drifts down to your mouth. His finger rests on the bow of your top lip. His heart pounds in his chest, loud and unsteady, like it might give everything away.

You kiss his finger. A soft shiver passes through him. Before he can overthink, he kisses you again. Time slows, like the two of you are sealed inside a snow globe.

You slip your hand beneath the blanket covering him, and curl your hand around his shaft. He breaks the kiss. A sharp breath escapes him, turning into a small gasp.

“Is this ok?” you whisper, your lips grazing the shell of his ear. His stomach flips softly.

“Y—yeah,” he says, breath unsteady. He rolls onto his back, looking up at you. You lean closer and press a soft kiss to his cheek. He turns his head, kissing you back like it’s all he’s ever wanted. The tip of his tongue grazes your bottom lip—asking for more but not expecting it. You part your lips and let go of his shaft, running your fingers lightly over his groin. A moan slips from him before he can stop it, muffled into a grunt.

He wants to make the sounds that would tell you how much he’s loving this. But with Sam and Abby asleep on his bed, he holds them back. You’re touching him, and he can’t tell you how he feels. Even like this, being with you feels incredible. Almost fated.

He lowers his chin to kiss your neck. At first his kisses are soft, like you might break under the weight of what he feels. Soon he wants more. They grow messier—hungry. His hand closes around the back of your neck as he pulls you closer, your skin like silk against his tongue.

He tries to hold onto the memory of every soft sound you make, but the moment moves too quickly. All he wants now is to be fully present—here, with you. So he lets go of his restraint and rests his hands at your hips, guiding you on top of him. Your hand slips away as you settle over his thighs. For a moment, all he can think about is how close you are.

You lean forward, and the two of you fall into a slow dance with your tongues, parting only long enough to steal short breaths before coming together again. He slips his hand under your shirt and rests it on the bare skin above the elastic band of your pajama shorts. His thumb traces slow patterns there. The warmth of your skin makes his breath catch.

A quiet, intense ache rises inside you. He hitches his thumb on the band of your shorts. Pauses. Tugs at it, like he’s deciding something. You decide for him. Guide his hand into your shorts. You let go.

His hand stills. He feels the softness of your underwear. Your warm wetness against his palm. He unfurls his fingers, touching as much of you as he can. His own body hot and throbbing. He forces himself to move slowly, carefully. The lace at the edge of your underwear tickles his fingertips. He hooks a finger under the fabric and eases it to the side.

More than anything he wants to make you happy. To be the one you think of when you want to be touched. Fuck. He hopes he gets this right.

At first his fingers move awkwardly. Then he notices what makes your legs shake—and focuses there.

With your face buried in the curve of his neck, small broken sounds escape you, swallowed against his skin. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. Pleasure flickers inside you, growing until it engulfs your body in heat, then loosens its grip like a fist slowly unclenching.

For a moment you can only breathe. His hand drifts slowly along your back. He tries not to think about how easily this could fall apart.

You shift your weight until your face hovers above his lap. He lifts his hips to help as you slide his pants down his thighs.

The sight of you there fills him with a quiet reverence.

Your hand hugs his shaft. You lower your head. His breath pools slowly in his lungs. The warm, wet caress of your mouth on the tip. Then slowly—lower. His toes curl. He pulls the pillow from beneath his head and presses his face into it, determined not to make a sound that might wake anyone.

You move faster.

He’s not even sure what you’re doing anymore, only that it feels incredible. His back arches slightly. A muffled sound caught in the pillow. The feeling builds too fast.

His body trembles as he comes inside your mouth.

You rest your head on his chest. His hand drifts into your hair without thinking. He closes his eyes, a lightness filling his chest. All the restlessness he felt before, gone.

The soft chorus of insects outside fills the room. The quiet of night has always made more sense to him than the noise of the day. His eyelids grow heavy.

There’s still so much he wants to say to you, but it will have to wait until tomorrow.

For now, it’s enough that you’re here. Your weight warm and steady against him. Your breathing slow where your cheek rests over his heart.

Earlier he had been so careful. Holding everything back.

Now he lets himself sink into the quiet of it.

Something inside him settles, like a knot finally loosening.

For a long time he’d convinced himself that wanting this was pointless. That he’d ruin it somehow. That you’d wake up one day and see him the way everyone else does.

You’re still here. Some part of him still can’t quite believe it.

Tomorrow he’ll find the words.

Tonight, he lets himself believe this moment is real.

And for the first time all evening, Sebastian lets himself drift.

Your breathing settles into the rhythm of his heartbeat.

For once, sleep comes easily.

[onyxdaze]

Goodnight

Sebastian x f.Reader

Sebastian has a crush on you.

minors do not interact ~ 18+ content

You hiccupped. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg on your breath, and your body warm to the touch thanks to Robin’s spiked eggnog.

“You, okay?” Penny’s voice was sweet and thick like syrup. The lull in her speech let you know she had enjoyed Robin’s brandy-infused concoction too.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your thoughts hazy and your cheeks flushed. Penny held out a wet plate for you to dry. The wide, round ceramic dish thinned as she laid it flat in her grasp and passed it to you. You took it, dried it with the dishcloth bunched in your hand and set it aside on the counter.

“Thanks for staying to help clean,” Maru spoke while swaying a broom across the wooden floors. She paused next to Penny and kissed her cheek.

“Oh,” Penny giggled and held her small hand against her coral lips. You peered over at the rise and fall of Penny’s shoulders as she giggled for way too long, and you realized you had never seen the mild-mannered bookworm this drunk.

“Yeah, no problem—hey, thanks for inviting me,” you smiled politely and dried your hands with the cloth in your hands. Penny and Maru shared a prolonged, lustful glance. Their eyes round and glazed with devotion. You took it as your cue. “I should probably go.”

“No,” Penny grunted, belligerent. She latched onto your arm before being overtaken by another fit of giggles. When she realized what she had done, she let go of you and took a step back, nearly toppling over. But Maru held out her arms and steadied Penny before leaning the broom against the kitchen counter.

“I think you should lie down,” Maru guided Penny toward her bedroom in the same way Demetrius had done for Robin only an hour ago. You watched Maru cart Penny away. Penny’s feet drumming on the floor as she stumbled. The two disappeared into the hallway and left you alone in the kitchen. A wave of loneliness washed over you and pressed down your chest. You had been chronically single since you’d moved to Pelican town—and as much as you loved seeing your two friends happy—it made you feel even more alone at times.

You peeled your winter coat off the back of a kitchen chair and fitted your arms into the sleeves.

“Heading out?” Maru stood in the doorway while you buttoned up your coat.

“Yep,” you looked over your shoulder to glance at her and stuffed your hands in your coat pockets.

“I’ll walk you out,” Maru turned her back to you and you followed her. “Sorry about Penny,” Maru examined you briefly, “she didn’t realize the eggnog was spiked.”

“She’s fine,” you shrugged and smiled, “weird seeing her drunk though.” A quick loud laugh jostled Maru’s body.

“It is weird,” you peered at Maru’s shiny painted lips as she spoke. A small silence passed. “So,” Maru drawled, “meet anyone…nice?”

A rush of warmth gathered in your face and Maru stopped walking to stare at you. A photo of Robin holding a tiny version of Maru hung on the wall next to Maru’s head. You looked away from Maru’s shining eyes and continued down the hall.

“Er,” you sighed, “no.’

The two of you stood in front of the entrance to Robin’s shop.

“Oh,” Maru sounded disappointed, and you couldn’t help but feel like you had failed her in some way. “Really? I thought you might—”

“It’s fine,” you drew a dash in the air with your hand, “you don’t have to set me up.”

“I know,” Maru mumbled while you clutched the doorknob and gave it a twist.

You could not wait to get home.

But as soon as you opened the door, you heard the whirring of strong winds and looked down to see the ground piled high with snow. A heavy gust slammed the door shut and you inwardly groaned.

“Looks like you’re staying,” Maru’s words rang in your ears and played in your mind on a loop.

The last time Maru and Penny had stayed at your house, the two had woken you up in the dead of night. What could only be described as them devouring each other had echoed throughout the farmhouse. You were too embarrassed to tell them you were awake and turned on your side. Away from them. And tried to go back to sleep.  But it was no use, and you couldn’t look either of them in the eye for a week.

This time felt like it’d be worse. Because prior to the symphony of your friends having sloppy drunk sex, there’d be an interrogation. Millions of questions would be asked about what you thought of every guy you had spoken to at Robin’s winter star party. And as much as you loved Penny and Maru, you preferred your warm bed to the hard wooden floor.

“No,” you shook your head from side to side and turned the knob again, but the wind tugged the door shut. No, no, no, no, your thoughts cried while you rested your forehead on the door.

“You alright?” Maru’s eyebrows rose above her curious stare.

“Yeah,” you lifted your head away from the door and released the knob, “I just don’t want to intrude…,” your voice carried, and Maru’s eyes widened. And judging by the splash of pink splattered across her nose and cheeks, you figured she understood.

“I know the floors are a bit stiff,” Maru spoke quickly.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded in agreement, “very stiff.” Maru covered her shoulder with her hand and scratched her purple shirt.

“I guess you could sleep on Seb’s couch.”

You swallowed hard at the thought. You’d spoken to Sebastian a few times, but he wasn’t exactly a talker. And was always eager to excuse himself from conversation. Even at his mother’s winter star party he hadn’t bothered to make an appearance.

“I’ll tell Seb,” Maru’s voice was chipper now. She was visibly pleased with her solution and walked to the basement steps. You held your arms out, as if to stop her. But formed fists when you realized your fate had been decided, and your arms dropped to your sides before catching up to Maru’s stride.

“Seb,” Maru called to him while knocking on his door. There was no response. “I know you’re in there,” Maru’s tone dropped an octave, and it sent chills down your spine. You heard Sebastian groan and the swish of plastic wheels gliding across the floor. You glanced at Maru staring directly at the door as the knob clicked and Sebastian’s face appeared in the small gap he formed.

“She’s sleeping on your couch tonight,” Maru informed him while pointing her thumb at you. Sebastian’s sight trailed away from Maru’s stern expression to you. You feigned surprise. His piercing grey eyes stood out against his ruffled midnight black hair. He chewed his lip and the steel ring that followed the curve of his bottom lip wiggled.

“Fine,” you watched his lip ring move as he spoke. Sebastian blinked, and his long lashes bounced on his smooth skin. You could have sworn he was moving in slow motion. The bass of Maru’s voice seemed to play in the distance, becoming louder until….

“Hey!” you jumped, and time returned to its normal pace. Stunned, you responded with a blank stare and a smirk spread across Maru’s face like wildfire. “I’ll get you a blanket,” her voice wavered menacingly, taunting you.

“I,” you cut yourself off, trying to find a way to deny what had happened while you nearly chased Maru up the stairs.

Sebastian’s lips curled like a pink ribbon. He left the door ajar and went to sit down on his desk chair. Waiting for you.

Maru pulled a quilted blanket from a cabinet in the hallway and passed it to you.

“You know, I wasn’t,” you struggled to explain yourself while Maru laid the folded green quilt in your arms.

“Checking out my brother?” Maru finished your sentence and Penny’s voice flooded the hall. She was groaning Maru’s name as if to summon her.

“I don’t know if I’d put it like that,” you gripped the blanket, digging your fingers into the cloth.

“How would you put it?” Maru teased while the ends of her mouth reached for her ears. And you contemplated if freezing to death in the snowstorm was a better alternative.

“I don’t know what you mean,” your words were followed by a nervous laughter.

“Right,” Maru laughed, and you felt your friend’s eyes burn through your farce. “And technetium is a man-made element.” Your brows lowered and pressed together while you tried to understand Maru’s reference. But you gave up and decided it was another one of her jokes only Penny would understand. You were hesitant to respond.

“Uh, sure?”

“Goodnight,” Maru chuckled and patted the blanket in your arms before following the sound of Penny’s summoning spell.

Sebastian watched you push his bedroom door open, and his heartbeat took the pace of a hummingbird’s wings. Your body language was rigid, and he wondered why you were so uncomfortable.

“Hey,” you whispered, eyes pointed downward while setting the folded blanket on the armrest of his black couch.

“Hey,” he responded, and you jerked your head upwards to see him smiling at you. A jolt of panic and pleasure shocked you. You smiled back, although you felt like it may have been crooked, or not good enough in some way. At least not as perfect as his smile.

“Sorry to bother you,” seated at his desk, Sebastian watched you unbutton your coat as you talked to him. His insides felt like a knot being tugged tightly.

“You don’t bother me,” his response was immediate. Rushed. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and berated himself for being so cringe.

“Are you sure?” you regretted it as soon as you said it.

“I’m sure,” Sebastian laughed, a little too loud. With his elbow rested on the desk, he lowered his head into his hand and stared down at his keyboard to hide his face from you.

Dammit Maru, he cursed her from the safety of his mind. Did she do this on purpose? How did she know?

“If it’s too much I can sleep on the shop floor or something, you know, I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” your words were jumbled as you strung them together in a hurry. Sebastian covered both his eyes with his hands and took a deep breath.

“The shop floor?” Sebastian laughed and pressed his face further into his palms before raising his head away from them.

“Yeah,” the electric shame you felt made your eyes water. “I can go,” you started to gather the blanket back in your arms, but Sebastian stood. His movements were so abrupt his chair flew backwards and almost tipped over.

“No!” he shouted, and you froze. Sebastian felt like he was moving outside the confines of his body. That you could somehow see all the times and ways he had thought of you. The silence that followed was painful. Your timid hands finished taking off your coat and you laid it down on his couch. Eyes wet and your mind spinning.

“Okay,” you crossed your arms and hugged yourself while your eyes bounced around the room. Focusing on anything other than Sebastian.

“How about something to drink?” Sebastian’s fist pulled at the collar of his black t-shirt.

“That’d be nice,” your voice squeaked, and Sebastian nodded before rushing past you and leaving the room.

You loosened your grip on your torso and lowered yourself onto the couch. You looked straight ahead at the small table crowded by three green stools and took deep breaths. In retrospect maybe listening to Penny and Maru get it on was the better choice. You had forgotten how strained every interaction you had with Sebastian was. It was no wonder he wanted to get away from you as fast as possible. You must have ruined his evening.

You picked at the thick hem of the couch cushion and tried not to cry.

Sebastian returned and handed you a large, plastic cup filled with Robin’s eggnog. It was a lot of alcohol, and you were grateful. Maybe if you got drunk enough you could pass out and this night would be done. Surprised, a small groan vibrated in your throat when Sebastian sat beside you, holding a cup that matched yours.

“I didn’t—if you don’t want to hang out,” Sebastian moved to stand. Without thinking, you reached out and snatched a section of his fuzzy plaid pajama pants.

“Don’t go,” your eyes met. Sebastian swallowed hard and sat back down. It took you a second to realize you were still holding onto his pants. You tore your hand away and turned away from him. Facing the green stools again, you took a sizeable sip of eggnog. You were thankful the effect of the alcohol was immediate.

Sebastian wondered if you could hear his accelerated breath. If you had made note of his sweaty palms yet. This is why he couldn’t bear to have any prolonged social contact with you. He couldn’t understand what he ever did to Maru to deserve this. Even if it was what he wanted, this wasn’t one of the many scenarios he had played out in his head.  

“So,” you both stated in unison, turning your heads to look at each other before immediately looking away. You giggled and Sebastian thought he might combust into a million fragments of himself. He imagined you looking on in horror as chunks of his flesh floated in the air.

“Did you have fun at the party?” he blurted. Everything he said seemed to spill from him like he was in a constant state of overflowing.

“Sure,” you grinned dumbly, eyes settled on the frothy white liquid in your cup. “It’s too bad you couldn’t make it,” you joked and took another drink.

“Couldn’t find a ride,” Sebastian shrugged, and you choked on the eggnog in your throat but forced it down. You faced each other again and a flood of warmth washed over you. Your body tingled and your mind was blank while your cheeks felt strained from how hard you were smiling. Your shoulders relaxed, and an avalanche of relief tumbled throughout Sebastian. “But crowds aren’t really my thing,” Sebastian explained, running his hand through his hair. You bit your lip as you watched the tufts of black glide through the spaces between his fingers. His hand rested on his neck while he waited for your response and took a drink.

“For sure, I get that,” your head bobbed up and down for a moment. “Secretly, I’m not really a fan either, but Maru really wanted me to come,” you winked at Sebastian, and he held his next breath hostage for a moment before releasing it.

“Because they keep trying to set you up with someone,” Sebastian spoke without thinking. You stared at him, eyes wide and horrified. And Sebastian wondered if he had exploded. He certainly felt like it would be a good time to do so. “Shit, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Wow.”

“I heard them talking about it earlier,” Sebastian tried to explain himself and squeezed his neck with his hand.

“I wish they wouldn’t,” you murmured, making an executive decision to start chugging the drink in your hand. The cup covered your mouth and you lapped at the eggnog like an errant dog. You were hopeful for the first time tonight—hopeful you could escape the levels of social hell you had endured throughout the night. If not physically, then mentally. You promised yourself you’d never let Maru talk you into another party again. But you knew it was a comforting lie you didn’t have the guts to follow through with.

“I get it,” then Sebastian took a drink too. And you wondered if he too was trying to dig himself out of the hole the two of you had found yourselves in, and if the attempts at conversation he made were out of pity. Even if they were, you felt grateful he’d even bother trying after being imposed on.  

“Really?” your eyes gleamed. Sebastian swallowed a mouthful of brandy with a splash of eggnog and rolled his tongue across the back of his front teeth. So cute, his mind whirred like the strong winds outside his home. She’s so cute.

“Sam and Abby try to set me up all the time,” Sebastian’s eyes averted your gaze and you looked away from him in the hopes of making him feel more comfortable.

“With who?” your curiosity got the better of you.

“Recent? Some girl from the city,” from the corner of your eye you watched Sebastian lift his shoulders to his ears before letting them drop. They seemed heavy. Invested, you straightened your back and leaned closer to him.

“What happened?” You watched him squirm a bit in his seat next to you while holding his cup over his lap with both his hands.

“She said I took too long to text her back,” the pointed tip of his nose twitched, “so I stopped texting her.” And he took a drink. You stared at him for a moment before allowing yourself to be swept up in a dry chuckle. “What?” he scoffed and twisted his torso to set his drink aside on his desk. He reached out and offered to take your cup. You held your hand out and chugged the last of your drink before handing it to him. You let the brandy hammer away at you, pressing your worries further into the depths of your mind until they disappeared.

“What do you mean, what?” you chuckled and laid your palm flat against Sebastian’s arm. Squeezing it before letting go. Thanks to the alcohol, the knot in his stomach wasn’t as tight now, but he still felt it wrench inside him.

Do you think I’m a bad person for doing that? is what he had wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“She wanted me to text her like every hour of the day,” he explained himself, in the hopes you wouldn’t think any less of him.

“Oh,” you beamed, “you don’t have to feel bad about it.”

“No?” he cocked his head to the side and wiggled his lip ring with the tip of his tongue. Mesmerized, you studied the contours of his mouth. Sebastian watched your gaze and realized what you were doing. His lips widened into a playful grin, and your body responded with a growing tightness in your lower belly.  “Are…are you staring at me?” Sebastian leaned his head toward yours and you looked away from him. You covered your face in your hands and titled your body forward. “You are, aren’t you?” he teased and swept his hand across your back. When you didn’t recoil, he lifted his hand and stroked your hair. It tickled the tips of his fingers. You lifted your head away from your hands and held them next to your face.  

“Would you please stop pretending you don’t know how hot you are,” you chanted while waving your hands back and forth.

Sebastian’s head jolted back in surprise and held both his palms against his chest.

“Me?” His mind shook like a cave collapsing.

“Yoba,” you whined, “I’m just going to go die in the snow,” you moved to stand.

“Hey, come on,” Sebastian chuckled while grabbing your hips and giving them a light tug. “Stay here with me.” You plopped back down on the couch. Your words had given Sebastian a rush of confidence—but he was still not entirely emboldened—so he let go of you.

“I always thought you didn’t like me,” you confessed.

Didn’t think I liked you? Sebastian’s thoughts protested. She’s lost her mind. 

“Wha-Why?” he narrowed his eyes and for a moment held his hands out with his palms open.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whimpered, tapping your feet against the floors. You stared up at the ceiling for a minute before looking at him. “I don’t know, it seemed like you didn’t like talking to me.”

Sebastian considered telling you how you had made him too nervous to speak but decided against it.

“I don’t talk a lot,” he explained while wiping his sweaty palm on his shirt.

“I know,” you touched his shoulder briefly. A spark of excitement rippled throughout his body each time you felt comfortable enough to touch him. “I guess I kind of hoped…you’d want to talk to me. I know it’s dumb….”

“This whole thing with Maru—you met someone yet?” Sebastian questioned you, a single brow arched. You gazed at him. Eyes half open. Peering past a dreamy film.

Sebastian decided the only way you could make it any clearer you liked him was if you wrote it in sharpie on your forehead. And he was officially emboldened.

Before you could form a response, he leaned closer. Fear and excitement popped inside you. His hot breath trailed across your face, and it smelled like sweet cinnamon. Too stunned, it wasn’t until you felt the steel of his lip ring mark your bottom lip that you kissed him back. Your insides boiling like a pot of water. Sebastian felt your lips melt against his and was slow to pull away. Your lips peeled apart. With your foreheads pressed, and eyes locked, you could both hear and feel each other’s strained breaths.

Sebastain nodded his head yes and you did the same.

He leaned onto the back of the couch, and you followed his lead. You lifted your leg to sit on his lap, and Sebastian’s hand glided across your thigh, pulling you to him. When the crotch of your jeans hovered above his lap, he grabbed your face with both his hands and pulled you closer. His lips cradled your top lip for a few seconds before he withdrew. Palms latching onto your cheeks, you felt his right thumb stroke your jaw.

It was as if he had been plucked from reality and placed inside a shaken snow globe. Sebastian’s body was warm. Light. His shoulders didn’t feel heavy anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good.

Your hands rested on his chest and crumpled his t-shirt. A desperate attempt to ground yourself in what you had to assume was a lucid dream.

His thumb moved from your jaw to the center of your bottom lip. He pressed the pad of his thumb down and watched it dent your lip. You spread your legs and sank further into his lap, grazing his dick with your crotch.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whined, dragging his thumb down your bottom lip before pulling you into another kiss. This time, he held his tongue out and lightly licked your top lip before covering your mouth with his. He parted his lips, and your lungs were filled with his breath. You pushed your hips even further into his.

While your mouths moved in synchronized movements and his tongue fumbled with yours, Sebastian’s hands dropped to your waist and held you still as he bucked his bulge against your jeans. You severed the kiss. With a flushed face, your eyes begged Sebastian for more. His dick pushed against his pants and ached. He took the opportunity to lift your shirt. You took the hint and grabbed the hem to raise your shirt over your head. Sebastian preoccupied himself with unclasping your bra while your head disappeared behind your shirt before reappearing.

Once he finished freeing the last clasp, he was quick to shimmy your bra away from your chest. And even quicker to grab a breast in each of his hands. He paused and admired the sight of his hands holding your tits. Your nipples poked through the space between his splayed fingers. He leaned over and dragged your nipple across his tongue, until the rounded tip of your tit met the tapered end of his pink tongue. He swirled the tip of his tongue around your sensitive mound of flesh and a tickle of pleasure radiated throughout your body. You wiggled on his lap. Sebastain squeezed his thighs together, desire radiating throughout his shaft and pulsating in the head of his cock.  

You slid your hand down his chest and cradled his bulge in your warm hand. Rubbing the cloth around his erect dick. Sebastian let go of your boobs and grabbed your wrist. Guiding your hand away from his cock, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“Take your pants off for me?”

The nod you responded with was eager, and you teetered off his lap to fulfill his request.  

He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and lifted his hips to pull them off alongside his pants. His cock free now, he stroked himself while watching you undress.

Sebastian held the base of his stiff dick between his thumb and his index finger. You looked down at the cough-drop-colored tip slathered in precum and crawled back on top of his lap. You inhaled sharply as you lowered yourself onto his dick. Sebastian sucked his stomach in to get the best view of his dick entering your wet pussy. He chewed on his lip as the girth of his fat cock caused the glossed ruffles of your cunt to split apart. Once he had bottomed out you leaned forward to kiss him and felt his length slip out of your pussy. Sebastian didn’t hesitate to guide his cock back inside you before pushing your hips down. And then up. Setting the pace he wanted, you followed his instruction.

His fingers pressed against your clit, and you recoiled from his touch, pushing your hips away. Causing him to adapt a lighter pressure, he circled the edges around your clit softly. You moaned and bounced on his cock faster. He didn’t bother to stop you as you used his cock.

Soft whimpers were charmed from your lungs despite your desperate attempts to muffle them. The simmer of your desire scorched into an inferno until the ripples of ecstasy swam in your stomach and released you from the fire.

Sebastian came shortly after you and held your waist as he spilled into you.

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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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sebastian(stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 sebastian doesn't realise the impact his sleepwear has on his wife. he's soon going to find out wc: 2.9k tags: smut, married life, sebastian's slutty frog pjs, oral, piv s⋆x, creamp⋆e, no use of y/n 𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist < moved to the new blog

“you makin’ coffee?” a sleepy voice followed by a long yawn stilled your hand as you were pouring hot water from the kettle into a large mug. you turned to look at your sweet sleepy husband coming from the bedroom, but…

“darlin’ what are you…” you couldn’t finish the sentence, the words stuck in your throat like a hairball as your heartbeat quickened.

sebastian was wearing those damn pyjama bottoms and nothing else apart from the blue mermaid pendant sitting comfortably above his chest. u could’ve sworn he had a shirt on when you had crawled into bed at nearly two in the morning dead tired, you could’ve sworn he was dressed. oh boy.

“you’re wearing the frog pyjamas, baby?” you tried to sound nonchalant, but the attempt was doomed from the start. the waistband hung low on his hips and with the way he was leaning against the door frame there was no way you could make it out alive. his lean body was on full display, the little trail of hairs going from his belly button and disappearing into the waistband of those dark green pyjamas, the silly frog print almost making the scene comical if it weren’t for the delicious way they sat on his hip bones, just under the band of his boxers.

to be on the safe side, you put the coffee cup down, right next to his designated cup that you’d taken out just in case he woke up with the sound of the kettle going. and it was a good shout, for you would’ve dropped it once he sleepily chuckled at your distress.

“don’t tell me the frogs are doing it for you…” his voice was raspy, throat only just getting warmed up for the day, doing absolutely nothing to stop the heat spreading through your body, though not from the hot drink you had just poured.

it was getting a little harder to focus on the words flowing from his sleepy smirk, especially after yet another yawn, now with his arms stretching over his head and touching the top of the door frame.

“if i’d known this seduces you i’d—” he cut himself off, a little surprised to see you walking towards him with your shirt already halfway over your head. as soon as you dropped it on the floor, it was clear that your jeans were next. they were left in a pile on the floor, a little closer than the shirt.

his smirk turned into a grin, the same grin he always wore every time he saw you in nothing but underwear.

“damn, woman.” you cut him off as you yanked his arm, pulling him back into the bedroom from where he had emerged a mere minute ago.

“shush, frog boy.” sebastian laughed at the stupid nickname for him, but you couldn’t focus on that now, your body made it imperative that you get him out of his clothes immediately.

as he landed on his back on the still unmade bed with a light oof, you were already crawling on top of him like a hungry animal about to bite into the juiciest prey. his eyes never left you as you reached the spot under his ear, pressing airy kisses down his neck just to hear him breathe out.

“you’re draggin it o—”

“shush”

sebastian immediately dropped his complaint about taking your time, the shortness of your words and the blunt tone made it clear you weren't going to give up on the pace. slowly, you trailed those soft, barely-there kisses down to his collar bone following them with a little bite, just enough to make him gasp. the bite turned into two, then three, four, five reddening bruises forming a path down to his stomach. he was breathing heavier, his hands gripping the sheets under him when it was clear he wanted to grip something else. something that would make you moan against his warm skin.

there it was. the hip bone uncovered by the waistband of those silly pyjama bottoms. you sucked a bruise into the skin, feeling his hips buck ever so slightly as you grazed him with your teeth, playing with him. teasing him, he would say. but how is it teasing if you're going to give him exactly what he wants? emboldened by a soft moan that left your lips and scurried up his body into his ear, sebastian released the crumpled sheets and tangled his long, slender fingers into your hair, tugging on it just a little, letting you know he was getting impatient.

“mmmph, let me… let me do it my way” you begged. the kisses that littered his body were mixed with bruises in the shape of your loving mouth, nearing ever closer to the treasure you were about to uncover.

“fuck, p—” he moaned in despair as you slid your fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and nothing else, “please for the love of yoba you’re torturing me, woman”

you licked a patch of his skin, covering his happy trail in a thin layer of saliva; playing with his patience was always your strong suit. while he squirmed under you, your brain was working overtime. uncaffeinated, unchecked by any sort of idea of time. you were taking your sweet time in worshipping his body, the body that was so often hidden under his comfortable hoodies, only unveiled to you within these four walls. now you had him spread out on the bed and in the palm of your hand — the hand that was dragging itself up his thighs and over his stomach, up all the way to his chest where you dug your fingers into the pale skin, decorating it with marks becoming more visible as you dragged your nails down.

what a tasty husband i have, you thought as you opened your mouth again, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses on top of his clothed cock, slobbering over it and wetting his boxers with your saliva. his body kept tensing and relaxing, his hips kept bucking up into your face, trying to insert himself into that teasing mouth.

“could just keep you here like this, y’know?” you murmured against his boxers, feeling him tensing as he realised you were being somewhat serious. you could keep him like this, undulating under you as you teased him.

but you wouldn’t be so cruel. with another few wet kisses seared into his body over the damn underwear, you found mercy in your heart, hooking your fingers under the offending fabric and slowly sliding it down his legs until he could use his feet to take over and get rid of it.

this time, your lips landed on his already leaking length.

it was as if a lightning struck both of you, the sudden change in pace made him buck his hips one last time before you pressed them down onto the bed, humming with your lips wrapped tightly around his tip, sucking on it gently, wetting it with built up saliva.

“fffffffuck i—” his tone was whiny, begging.

“mmmph—” you moaned with his precum on your tongue, detaching your lips from him only to push a strand of hair out of the way. “fuck you're making me want more.”

before you could get too impatient, you brought your mouth down on him again, sucking in your cheeks slightly, making his hands on your scalp tighten around the strands of your hair.

the noises filling the room were downright pornographic, the curses slipping past his light pink lips, the moans you were stringing onto his hard cock… it was both, an auditory heaven and nightmare. sebastian’s grip in yournhair kept tightening, completely in rhythm with your cheeks hollowing out on him. your eyes fluttered, wanting to stay open and see his lovely face contorted in pure pleasure, but the feeling of need making you close them.

“e-enough.” he found his voice just to make you stop. you promptly dettached your lips from his cock to protest, together with a string of saliva connecting them to his tip, but he grabbed for you, pulling you up to him so he could kiss you like you hadn’t kissed for months. the kiss was needy, hard, and hot, searing into your lips with how he pressed himself on you. it was almost insane how he could find enough will power to pull you off him just to kiss you like he was trying to eat the air out of your lungs.

and oh.

with one fluid movement he rolled you onto your back, reversing the roles and leaving you so stunned that your hands stopped tracing his back before you regained some sense of self and continued touching along up to his shoulder blades.

“you’ve done enough.” he whispered against your pouty lips before pressing one last kiss to them.

“n-no i—” as soon as you started talking, his lips were on your throat, promptly shutting you up as he interchanged between them and his teeth, grazing your skin downwards, bound for the edge of your bra.

“all ‘cause of some damn pyjamas…” he murmured the words against your breast, now pushing the material of the bra up to take the nipple into his mouth, vibrating it with slow humming.

your body is already arched into his, voice is already echoing in the room, a soft whine leaving your lips as he nips your skin.

“h-haah ‘s not my fault you look—”

“you got me them, woman, and you can’t control yourself around me with them?” he chuckled as his lips trailed your body, down to your stomach where he bit again, sucking a red bruise into your skin with his hands digging under your body and behind your back, blindly unbuckling the bra and sliding it off your body, sending it somewhere onto the floor.

“ca-ah can you blame me? you look sooo—" sebastian’s hand found its way to your lips and pushed two fingers between them, shutting up your excuse as you instinctively started sucking on them.

“there we go, enough excuses.” he sounded awfully sure of himself as he trailed his tongue across bruises he was leaving on your hips, only pulling his fingers from your mouth when he used that hand to swiftly take your panties off, making you shiver slightly with the air now hitting your wet center. his throat let out a little groan when he pushed your legs up and open, pressing down on your thighs to keep them spread open for him.

“yoba, look at her… pretty and wet f’ me, hm?”

you could almost laugh at how he clearly tried to tease you like you did to him, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t dive right in, tongue flattened against your clit, moving in fluid motions that he knew made you immediately squirm. wasting no time, you grabbed a hold of his hair with both hands, trying so hard to hold on, to stop yourself from closing your thighs and suffocating him as he feasted.

it was a mistake to look down at his long fingers holding your thigh, all it did was make you moan louder. the thought of him, your husband, holding you like that, of you belonging to each other in that way, set a fire in your abdomen, the ever so familiar heat spread through your body and made your hips roll upwards, into his smirking mouth that just kept moving, either unaware of your efforts or aware and amused. his licks kept going, from your clit to your entrance, there and back. there and back. again. again, swirling, pressing, biting.

“r-right there” you managed to squeeze out in between whiny moans.

and he listened. he kept his movements contained within your favorite spots, slowly sneaking his fingers towards your cunt, gently pushing two digits inside, making you lift your hips up, causing your thighs to start shaking, your hands to grip his fringe a little tighter, in turn eliciting a deep moan from his lips directly onto your clit. and the cycle started again. his fingers slid a little deeper, twisting, curling inside you, touching along the warm spots that make you lift your hips higher, shaking and quivering under him as your face scrunches in pleasure, moans sounding higher in pitch.

“hnnng s— ah i’m… please don’t stop” you were already whining before then, but your skin felt the shape of his lips, opening a little more each time he licks down, curling into a self-assured smirk when he saw how he turned you into a mess.

a little sucking noise reached your ears, his lips were tightly pressed against your clit as he sucked on it while curling his fingers and repeatedly stroking your sweet spot. you could hardly take it. your eyes flew open and rolled back. you were shaking. lifting your hips up. breathing heavily. shivers were going up your body and through your face, the only thing that could sort them out was — oh.

“go on,” gulp, “i got you” sebastian’s voice chased you over the edge you’d been teetering on for a few dragged out seconds, paired with a press of his fingers against that sweet spot and the vibration of his words against your soaked pussy. you cried out for dear life, hips completely off the bed, pressing you closer to his chin while he lapped up all that you had to give. colors burst behind your eyes, all you could hear in that moment was your own ragged breathing.

“always taste so good.” he was smacking his lips, licking off his fingers, wiping his chin, and licking the hand off — yoba save me.

suddenly he was hovering over you, pressing his wet lips against yours and gliding his tongue into your mouth. tasting yourself on him, you wrapped your gummy arms around his neck, finding stability after being dissolved in pleasure. sebastian wasn’t done yet, no. he shuffled you over, rolling you onto your stomach and taking your hips, pulling them up so you had to press your knees deeper into the mattress. there was a gentle sound as your ass met his hips, a skin-meeting-skin noise followed by immediate rubbing of his erection against your cheeks before he held it in his hands, gently swiping it against your wetness. with a soft moan from him and a gasp from you, sebastian pushed inside again.

snug. warm. it was like coming home.

slowly moving to get you used to it, his hip bones collided with your plush skin. your face was all but buried into the crumpled sheets as his cock got sucked into you.

“a-ahh f-faster… you can—” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence for him to bring a hand down on your ass cheek and speed up, making your whole body bounce back and forth, slapping against him in a familiar rhythm, occasionally smacking or kneading your ass and murmuring praise as he held a hand on your lower back, pressing against it to steady you both.

the wave of heat covered your entire body as you heard sebastian grunting quietly behind you, it was getting harder to keep your wits about you, his hips kept stuttering against yours. with your cheek pressed against the bed, you whimpered and cursed, getting painfully close to finishing. thank the heavens, you had an attentive husband whose hand snuck around your hips to gently slot a couple of fingers between those soft folds and rub your clit, tight circles making your hips buck against his, so damn close you could taste it.

“you-fuck you okay?” it was his usual question when you get extra vocal, both comforting and teasing at the same time. you hummed in a high pitch affirmatively, unable to verbally answer, the only words on your mind being please, please, so close.

the image of you pressed together like this, of him smacking your ass, making it jiggle and smirking at the effect, swirled in your mind, and with a few more sharp smacks you shivered, thighs trying to close and alleviate the pressure between them. cursing, his pace stuttered a little from being squeezed by your walls, almost like they were squeezing the life out of him. the hand that was pressing against your lower back moved to your hip, squeezing as he brought you against his hips harder, faster, rougher until…

groan.

“fuuuuck”

heavy breathing. he came with a ragged shout.

you could feel warmth spreading in your abdomen, as well as the warmth of his body suddenly draped over your back.

“darlin’...” you murmured against the sheet as his lips found your shoulder, pressing soft kisses and bites on it, humming in question at you while lazily trailing his hands on your sides.

“nothin’... i just love you.”

sebastian slowly pulled out of you and dropped on the bed to pull you into his arms. as always, you could feel the mermaid pendant press against your temple when you leaned on his chest, but it was just another physical reminder of your connection.

“i love you too, weirdo.” he chuckled as you nuzzled closer into his chest before he kissed the top of your head.

“how am i a weirdo?” you sounded almost offended, though you knew he used the phrase only affectionately.

“getting turned on by damn frog pyjamas.”

ah. well, he had a point there.

“yeah well you looked alright in them.” your mouth curled into an amused smirk against his warm skin, against one of many bruises you sucked into his chest this morning.

“alright,” he scoffed, “guess i have to wear them every night now.”

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[invaderzia1]

nsfw Sebastian x Reader, support from under the desk

imagining supporting Sebastian from under his desk during a tough project. he’s been working so hard on this project that he’s been neglecting his poor girlfriend, so much so that even when she came over for their weekly date night he still wasn’t ready, just asking for another hour to finish up.

but you aren’t a patient girl and you haven’t had your needs met in far too long. so you carefully walk over his desk and tap his knee, causing him to quirk an eyebrow up but move his knee. getting on your knees and sliding under his desk between his legs, he realizes what you need. He undoes his pants and pulls his hardening cock out for you.

honestly, it helps him feel better while he works on his code, taking away his stress as you begin to blow him. he thinks that he might even begin to finish early tonight with how much betters working with your mouth on him. and then his phone rings, and because Sebastian isn’t allowed to have an easy night apparently he sees it’s his frustrating client he’s been spending weeks working late nights for.

he answers his phone, looking down at you to warn you to behave while he talks to the client. and the thought to be good does cross your mind, it’s quickly replace by the idea to tease him. besides what could he possibly do while he’s on the phone?

experimentally, you swipe your tongue up his cock, suckling on the head before plunging your mouth down. looking up, you see the glare Sebastian shoots you, but it doesn’t stop that rebellious streak of yours.

what you don’t expect is his hand moving to push you further, holding you to gag on his cock as he continues his phone call.

immediately, you feel panic as your throat suddenly has to accomadate his size as he pushes further down your throat than you had intended. looking back up at him, you want to plead but your puppy dog eyes won’t work on him now, not as he continues to talk to his client as if he isn’t throat fucking you right now.

after a few moments, that panic fades, as you begin to adjust to the intrusions, drooling all over him as your mouth relaxes.

once he puts the phone down and looks back down at you he can see the fucked out, submissive face you have. the way you obediently look up at him, drooling all over his cock like a good girl. he shuts his work computer down and decides that he needs to fuck you right now.

and so your night finally begins.

[invaderzia1]

nsfw Sebastian x Reader, support from under the desk

imagining supporting Sebastian from under his desk during a tough project. he’s been working so hard on this project that he’s been neglecting his poor girlfriend, so much so that even when she came over for their weekly date night he still wasn’t ready, just asking for another hour to finish up.

but you aren’t a patient girl and you haven’t had your needs met in far too long. so you carefully walk over his desk and tap his knee, causing him to quirk an eyebrow up but move his knee. getting on your knees and sliding under his desk between his legs, he realizes what you need. He undoes his pants and pulls his hardening cock out for you.

honestly, it helps him feel better while he works on his code, taking away his stress as you begin to blow him. he thinks that he might even begin to finish early tonight with how much betters working with your mouth on him. and then his phone rings, and because Sebastian isn’t allowed to have an easy night apparently he sees it’s his frustrating client he’s been spending weeks working late nights for.

he answers his phone, looking down at you to warn you to behave while he talks to the client. and the thought to be good does cross your mind, it’s quickly replace by the idea to tease him. besides what could he possibly do while he’s on the phone?

experimentally, you swipe your tongue up his cock, suckling on the head before plunging your mouth down. looking up, you see the glare Sebastian shoots you, but it doesn’t stop that rebellious streak of yours.

what you don’t expect is his hand moving to push you further, holding you to gag on his cock as he continues his phone call.

immediately, you feel panic as your throat suddenly has to accomadate his size as he pushes further down your throat than you had intended. looking back up at him, you want to plead but your puppy dog eyes won’t work on him now, not as he continues to talk to his client as if he isn’t throat fucking you right now.

after a few moments, that panic fades, as you begin to adjust to the intrusions, drooling all over him as your mouth relaxes.

once he puts the phone down and looks back down at you he can see the fucked out, submissive face you have. the way you obediently look up at him, drooling all over his cock like a good girl. he shuts his work computer down and decides that he needs to fuck you right now.

and so your night finally begins.

[daturabloooms]

Stealing his scarf 😗🫶

Don’t mind my current hyperfixation 🫣

[waxskies]

❀ The Bachelors Jealous

❀ at the Flower Dance: Part I

Sebastian

“Where’s Sebastian?”

“Dunno,” Sam says. You hear the hoarse suction of phlegm tunneling down his throat. A flash of concern shines in his watery eyes. “You should find him.”

It isn’t unlike Sebastian to wander off to do his own thing—but this time it feels different—and a forceful barrel of worry thrusts itself into the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry, I thought the allergy medicine would help. I didn’t know it was this bad, Sam.”

“It’s ok,” he says, and succumbs to a fit of sneezes akin to the intensity and vibrations of a shotgun firing multiple rounds. You stare out at the festival’s jumble of saturated greens and oranges playing accessory to dainty pastels, and it reminds you of a winter star tree decorated with mismatched colors. While balancing on your toes, you hope to spot an inky blot of black hair.

“Are you going to be alright, Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for dancing with me.” Before disappearing into the crowd, you offer him a sympathetic smile.

A current of roaring music and cheerful voices floods your ears as you walk past a copse of shoulders and search for Sebastian. But you can’t find him. You notice a stretch of carnival-colored flags sent into a frenzy by a gust of wind. Behind the flags is a path to the forest. You give the dirt path a nervous glance but walk over to it and step past the rope holding the flags back from being pitched into the sky.

You walk across the soft forest floor, and the sounds of celebration drop behind the coniferous trees like a shadow. When the scent of Sebastian’s favorite cigarettes cling to the air, you follow the smell like a beacon to a small clearing where Sebastian’s powder blue blazer (the shade of which he once called suffocating) sags on a low hanging branch. He is crouched next to his blazer, and tucked between his fingers is a cherry-tipped cigarette. The sleeves of his white button up have been pushed up to his elbows. You trace the winding veins across his forearms before lifting your gaze to his.

Unblinking, he stares at you. He lifts the cigarette to his lips; then, smoke creeps from his mouth like fog eddying above a lake on a cold morning. His eyes are as deep and dark as a cave in the distance. You move toward him.

“What are you doing here?” he says.

You crouch down in front of him to glide your fingertips across a blade of jet-black hair cutting through his right eye. Gently, you tuck it away from his line of sight.

“Looking for you.” His gaze softens for a moment, only to harden in the next. He jerks away from you and stands. You straighten your legs to stand beside him. “What’s wrong?” The edges of his mouth twitch as you speak.

“Did you have fun dancing with Sam?” He drops his cigarette on the ground and extinguishes the glowing tip with the toe of his shoe.

“Er—sure?” A sudden realization staggers you like a dagger to the heart. “You’re not jealous, are you?” He blanches, and you bite your bottom lip to suppress a sly smile when he shrugs. “Good, because I’m here to invite you to mine and Sam’s wedding.”

“Hah-hah.”

“You told me you hated the flower dance,” you say. He scowls. “You told me it was this town’s futile attempt to bring meaning to everyone’s otherwise empty lives.”

“It is.” He steps closer to you. Pine needles crunch under his shoes, and you smell their sweet earthy scent. “But maybe it wouldn’t be so meaningless if I were dancing with you.” He’s close enough you can feel his body heat. He touches your arm, and you look up to see him smiling at you with an impish curve of his lips. Heat bunches in your cheeks.

“If I knew that, I would have asked you instead of Sam.”

“Now that you know?” He leans his face close to yours. His eyes are an endless black pool your thoughts are drowning in while the distant jovial chords from the flower dance whisper past the trees. You take a deep breath to gather your courage before wrapping your arms around his neck. His smile beams with a warmth that sweeps through your body.

“Will you dance with me?”

“Yes.” He caresses your waist, and the two of you sway to the faint pounding music.

Elliott

“I feel horrible about all of this,” Harvey says. “Just horrible.”

“It’s only for fun,” you say. Harvey tugs at the white button sewn to his blazer. The button falls off; he cradles it in his palm and sighs. His muddled brow at odds with the vibrant spring festival. “Do your best.” His big brown eyes are glazed with a veil of desperation. He stuffs the button in his pocket.

“It may help to dance with someone who understands my situation.” You glance a few feet away at Elliott’s blazing red hair. He’s talking to Leah—and as if he expected you to be seeking him out—Elliott turns to you and winks. “Please,” Harvey pleads. His misty eyes overwhelm you with pity. Elliott turns away to respond to something Leah has said.

“Yes.” You give Harvey’s hand a reassuring squeeze and tell yourself Elliott will understand. After all, these events are about community.

Just then, Lewis shouts. It’s time for the dance to begin.

“Shall we?” Harvey offers you his arm, but you hesitate.

“Darling?” Elliott steps in front of you. His eyes teeter from Harvey to you. “Can I speak to you for a moment?” The alarm in his voice pains you.

“Of course,” you say. Elliott covers your shoulders with his arm and guides you away from Harvey.

“What’s going on?” he whispers while staring directly at you. His green eyes gleam like a window being pierced by sunlight. You wring your hands. It’s difficult to think when breathing in the heady scent of his bergamot and sage cologne. Fuzzy static dominates your thoughts while you stare at an indentation pressing down on his bouncy bottom lip. In an attempt to clear your head, you peer away from him, but Elliott trails his fingers across your jawline and turns your attention back to him. His glittering eyes beseech you.

“He’s really nervous about dancing, so he asked me if I could help him.” The sharpness of Elliott’s posture dulls, and a deep smile cuts across his face.

“I admit, I don’t like this arrangement.” He succumbs to a thoughtful pause and lifts his arm from your shoulders. While scanning the crowd he grasps your hand to twine his fingers with yours. “I would suffer an anxiety greater than Harvey’s if you were to dance with anyone else,” he tells you and takes a step forward. You follow his lead.

“Maru!”

“Elliott!” Maru giggles at the urgency in his voice.

“Do you by chance have a partner to dance with?”

“Nope.”

“How serendipitous because Harvey is looking for a partner.” With a wave of his hand, Elliott beckons Harvey. “Harvey! Come dance with Maru.” Harvey pads over to the group and opens his mouth to presumably protest but shuts it when Maru’s beaming face hits him. Elliott squeezes your hand and whispers to you, “Maru is a nurse, so she understands Harvey’s condition better than anyone.”

It’s time for the dance, so you line up to perform the traditional flower dance with Elliott. But when the music starts, he pulls you close to him. He presses one hand against the small of your back while the other ties his fingers and yours in a secure knot. He touches your cheek with his.

“You are the only cure to my suffering,” Elliott tells you. The heat behind his words melts your bodies together.

The two of you continue dancing when the music stops.

❀ Part II (Alex & Harvey)

❀ Part III (Shane & Sam)

[archived-burekforsatoru]

shush, frog boy

sebastian(stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 sebastian doesn't realise the impact his sleepwear has on his wife. he's soon going to find out wc: 2.9k tags: smut, married life, sebastian's slutty frog pjs, oral, piv s⋆x, creamp⋆e, no use of y/n 𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist < moved to the new blog

“you makin’ coffee?” a sleepy voice followed by a long yawn stilled your hand as you were pouring hot water from the kettle into a large mug. you turned to look at your sweet sleepy husband coming from the bedroom, but…

“darlin’ what are you…” you couldn’t finish the sentence, the words stuck in your throat like a hairball as your heartbeat quickened.

sebastian was wearing those damn pyjama bottoms and nothing else apart from the blue mermaid pendant sitting comfortably above his chest. u could’ve sworn he had a shirt on when you had crawled into bed at nearly two in the morning dead tired, you could’ve sworn he was dressed. oh boy.

“you’re wearing the frog pyjamas, baby?” you tried to sound nonchalant, but the attempt was doomed from the start. the waistband hung low on his hips and with the way he was leaning against the door frame there was no way you could make it out alive. his lean body was on full display, the little trail of hairs going from his belly button and disappearing into the waistband of those dark green pyjamas, the silly frog print almost making the scene comical if it weren’t for the delicious way they sat on his hip bones, just under the band of his boxers.

to be on the safe side, you put the coffee cup down, right next to his designated cup that you’d taken out just in case he woke up with the sound of the kettle going. and it was a good shout, for you would’ve dropped it once he sleepily chuckled at your distress.

“don’t tell me the frogs are doing it for you…” his voice was raspy, throat only just getting warmed up for the day, doing absolutely nothing to stop the heat spreading through your body, though not from the hot drink you had just poured.

it was getting a little harder to focus on the words flowing from his sleepy smirk, especially after yet another yawn, now with his arms stretching over his head and touching the top of the door frame.

“if i’d known this seduces you i’d—” he cut himself off, a little surprised to see you walking towards him with your shirt already halfway over your head. as soon as you dropped it on the floor, it was clear that your jeans were next. they were left in a pile on the floor, a little closer than the shirt.

his smirk turned into a grin, the same grin he always wore every time he saw you in nothing but underwear.

“damn, woman.” you cut him off as you yanked his arm, pulling him back into the bedroom from where he had emerged a mere minute ago.

“shush, frog boy.” sebastian laughed at the stupid nickname for him, but you couldn’t focus on that now, your body made it imperative that you get him out of his clothes immediately.

as he landed on his back on the still unmade bed with a light oof, you were already crawling on top of him like a hungry animal about to bite into the juiciest prey. his eyes never left you as you reached the spot under his ear, pressing airy kisses down his neck just to hear him breathe out.

“you’re draggin it o—”

“shush”

sebastian immediately dropped his complaint about taking your time, the shortness of your words and the blunt tone made it clear you weren't going to give up on the pace. slowly, you trailed those soft, barely-there kisses down to his collar bone following them with a little bite, just enough to make him gasp. the bite turned into two, then three, four, five reddening bruises forming a path down to his stomach. he was breathing heavier, his hands gripping the sheets under him when it was clear he wanted to grip something else. something that would make you moan against his warm skin.

there it was. the hip bone uncovered by the waistband of those silly pyjama bottoms. you sucked a bruise into the skin, feeling his hips buck ever so slightly as you grazed him with your teeth, playing with him. teasing him, he would say. but how is it teasing if you're going to give him exactly what he wants? emboldened by a soft moan that left your lips and scurried up his body into his ear, sebastian released the crumpled sheets and tangled his long, slender fingers into your hair, tugging on it just a little, letting you know he was getting impatient.

“mmmph, let me… let me do it my way” you begged. the kisses that littered his body were mixed with bruises in the shape of your loving mouth, nearing ever closer to the treasure you were about to uncover.

“fuck, p—” he moaned in despair as you slid your fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and nothing else, “please for the love of yoba you’re torturing me, woman”

you licked a patch of his skin, covering his happy trail in a thin layer of saliva; playing with his patience was always your strong suit. while he squirmed under you, your brain was working overtime. uncaffeinated, unchecked by any sort of idea of time. you were taking your sweet time in worshipping his body, the body that was so often hidden under his comfortable hoodies, only unveiled to you within these four walls. now you had him spread out on the bed and in the palm of your hand — the hand that was dragging itself up his thighs and over his stomach, up all the way to his chest where you dug your fingers into the pale skin, decorating it with marks becoming more visible as you dragged your nails down.

what a tasty husband i have, you thought as you opened your mouth again, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses on top of his clothed cock, slobbering over it and wetting his boxers with your saliva. his body kept tensing and relaxing, his hips kept bucking up into your face, trying to insert himself into that teasing mouth.

“could just keep you here like this, y’know?” you murmured against his boxers, feeling him tensing as he realised you were being somewhat serious. you could keep him like this, undulating under you as you teased him.

but you wouldn’t be so cruel. with another few wet kisses seared into his body over the damn underwear, you found mercy in your heart, hooking your fingers under the offending fabric and slowly sliding it down his legs until he could use his feet to take over and get rid of it.

this time, your lips landed on his already leaking length.

it was as if a lightning struck both of you, the sudden change in pace made him buck his hips one last time before you pressed them down onto the bed, humming with your lips wrapped tightly around his tip, sucking on it gently, wetting it with built up saliva.

“fffffffuck i—” his tone was whiny, begging.

“mmmph—” you moaned with his precum on your tongue, detaching your lips from him only to push a strand of hair out of the way. “fuck you're making me want more.”

before you could get too impatient, you brought your mouth down on him again, sucking in your cheeks slightly, making his hands on your scalp tighten around the strands of your hair.

the noises filling the room were downright pornographic, the curses slipping past his light pink lips, the moans you were stringing onto his hard cock… it was both, an auditory heaven and nightmare. sebastian’s grip in yournhair kept tightening, completely in rhythm with your cheeks hollowing out on him. your eyes fluttered, wanting to stay open and see his lovely face contorted in pure pleasure, but the feeling of need making you close them.

“e-enough.” he found his voice just to make you stop. you promptly dettached your lips from his cock to protest, together with a string of saliva connecting them to his tip, but he grabbed for you, pulling you up to him so he could kiss you like you hadn’t kissed for months. the kiss was needy, hard, and hot, searing into your lips with how he pressed himself on you. it was almost insane how he could find enough will power to pull you off him just to kiss you like he was trying to eat the air out of your lungs.

and oh.

with one fluid movement he rolled you onto your back, reversing the roles and leaving you so stunned that your hands stopped tracing his back before you regained some sense of self and continued touching along up to his shoulder blades.

“you’ve done enough.” he whispered against your pouty lips before pressing one last kiss to them.

“n-no i—” as soon as you started talking, his lips were on your throat, promptly shutting you up as he interchanged between them and his teeth, grazing your skin downwards, bound for the edge of your bra.

“all ‘cause of some damn pyjamas…” he murmured the words against your breast, now pushing the material of the bra up to take the nipple into his mouth, vibrating it with slow humming.

your body is already arched into his, voice is already echoing in the room, a soft whine leaving your lips as he nips your skin.

“h-haah ‘s not my fault you look—”

“you got me them, woman, and you can’t control yourself around me with them?” he chuckled as his lips trailed your body, down to your stomach where he bit again, sucking a red bruise into your skin with his hands digging under your body and behind your back, blindly unbuckling the bra and sliding it off your body, sending it somewhere onto the floor.

“ca-ah can you blame me? you look sooo—" sebastian’s hand found its way to your lips and pushed two fingers between them, shutting up your excuse as you instinctively started sucking on them.

“there we go, enough excuses.” he sounded awfully sure of himself as he trailed his tongue across bruises he was leaving on your hips, only pulling his fingers from your mouth when he used that hand to swiftly take your panties off, making you shiver slightly with the air now hitting your wet center. his throat let out a little groan when he pushed your legs up and open, pressing down on your thighs to keep them spread open for him.

“yoba, look at her… pretty and wet f’ me, hm?”

you could almost laugh at how he clearly tried to tease you like you did to him, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t dive right in, tongue flattened against your clit, moving in fluid motions that he knew made you immediately squirm. wasting no time, you grabbed a hold of his hair with both hands, trying so hard to hold on, to stop yourself from closing your thighs and suffocating him as he feasted.

it was a mistake to look down at his long fingers holding your thigh, all it did was make you moan louder. the thought of him, your husband, holding you like that, of you belonging to each other in that way, set a fire in your abdomen, the ever so familiar heat spread through your body and made your hips roll upwards, into his smirking mouth that just kept moving, either unaware of your efforts or aware and amused. his licks kept going, from your clit to your entrance, there and back. there and back. again. again, swirling, pressing, biting.

“r-right there” you managed to squeeze out in between whiny moans.

and he listened. he kept his movements contained within your favorite spots, slowly sneaking his fingers towards your cunt, gently pushing two digits inside, making you lift your hips up, causing your thighs to start shaking, your hands to grip his fringe a little tighter, in turn eliciting a deep moan from his lips directly onto your clit. and the cycle started again. his fingers slid a little deeper, twisting, curling inside you, touching along the warm spots that make you lift your hips higher, shaking and quivering under him as your face scrunches in pleasure, moans sounding higher in pitch.

“hnnng s— ah i’m… please don’t stop” you were already whining before then, but your skin felt the shape of his lips, opening a little more each time he licks down, curling into a self-assured smirk when he saw how he turned you into a mess.

a little sucking noise reached your ears, his lips were tightly pressed against your clit as he sucked on it while curling his fingers and repeatedly stroking your sweet spot. you could hardly take it. your eyes flew open and rolled back. you were shaking. lifting your hips up. breathing heavily. shivers were going up your body and through your face, the only thing that could sort them out was — oh.

“go on,” gulp, “i got you” sebastian’s voice chased you over the edge you’d been teetering on for a few dragged out seconds, paired with a press of his fingers against that sweet spot and the vibration of his words against your soaked pussy. you cried out for dear life, hips completely off the bed, pressing you closer to his chin while he lapped up all that you had to give. colors burst behind your eyes, all you could hear in that moment was your own ragged breathing.

“always taste so good.” he was smacking his lips, licking off his fingers, wiping his chin, and licking the hand off — yoba save me.

suddenly he was hovering over you, pressing his wet lips against yours and gliding his tongue into your mouth. tasting yourself on him, you wrapped your gummy arms around his neck, finding stability after being dissolved in pleasure. sebastian wasn’t done yet, no. he shuffled you over, rolling you onto your stomach and taking your hips, pulling them up so you had to press your knees deeper into the mattress. there was a gentle sound as your ass met his hips, a skin-meeting-skin noise followed by immediate rubbing of his erection against your cheeks before he held it in his hands, gently swiping it against your wetness. with a soft moan from him and a gasp from you, sebastian pushed inside again.

snug. warm. it was like coming home.

slowly moving to get you used to it, his hip bones collided with your plush skin. your face was all but buried into the crumpled sheets as his cock got sucked into you.

“a-ahh f-faster… you can—” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence for him to bring a hand down on your ass cheek and speed up, making your whole body bounce back and forth, slapping against him in a familiar rhythm, occasionally smacking or kneading your ass and murmuring praise as he held a hand on your lower back, pressing against it to steady you both.

the wave of heat covered your entire body as you heard sebastian grunting quietly behind you, it was getting harder to keep your wits about you, his hips kept stuttering against yours. with your cheek pressed against the bed, you whimpered and cursed, getting painfully close to finishing. thank the heavens, you had an attentive husband whose hand snuck around your hips to gently slot a couple of fingers between those soft folds and rub your clit, tight circles making your hips buck against his, so damn close you could taste it.

“you-fuck you okay?” it was his usual question when you get extra vocal, both comforting and teasing at the same time. you hummed in a high pitch affirmatively, unable to verbally answer, the only words on your mind being please, please, so close.

the image of you pressed together like this, of him smacking your ass, making it jiggle and smirking at the effect, swirled in your mind, and with a few more sharp smacks you shivered, thighs trying to close and alleviate the pressure between them. cursing, his pace stuttered a little from being squeezed by your walls, almost like they were squeezing the life out of him. the hand that was pressing against your lower back moved to your hip, squeezing as he brought you against his hips harder, faster, rougher until…

groan.

“fuuuuck”

heavy breathing. he came with a ragged shout.

you could feel warmth spreading in your abdomen, as well as the warmth of his body suddenly draped over your back.

“darlin’...” you murmured against the sheet as his lips found your shoulder, pressing soft kisses and bites on it, humming in question at you while lazily trailing his hands on your sides.

“nothin’... i just love you.”

sebastian slowly pulled out of you and dropped on the bed to pull you into his arms. as always, you could feel the mermaid pendant press against your temple when you leaned on his chest, but it was just another physical reminder of your connection.

“i love you too, weirdo.” he chuckled as you nuzzled closer into his chest before he kissed the top of your head.

“how am i a weirdo?” you sounded almost offended, though you knew he used the phrase only affectionately.

“getting turned on by damn frog pyjamas.”

ah. well, he had a point there.

“yeah well you looked alright in them.” your mouth curled into an amused smirk against his warm skin, against one of many bruises you sucked into his chest this morning.

“alright,” he scoffed, “guess i have to wear them every night now.”

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Weird

Sebastian x f.Reader

Sebastian is jealous.

minors do not interact ~ 18+ content

Rested on a sturdy wooden lawn chair, you tilted your head against the backrest and gazed up at the sky. A backdrop of black draped in bits of shimmering silver. The symphony of the passing summer night played, and you lent it a grateful ear. Orchestrated by the moon, the trill of chirring crickets, clicking frogs and the occasional, well-appointed screech of an owl wavered in the night like a timid, shaking hand.

I’m sure the sound of the frogs makes Sebastian happy, you thought. And lowered your head before turning it until your cheek touched the cedar backrest and you faced Sebastian. Who had been quieter than normal today.

Your eyes settled on the pointed tip of his nose. Then the glass, bone-white skin flooded by a black sea of hair. It took him a second to notice you. His night-sky eyes drifting across your face while a warmth in your chest swelled. Sebastian’s full, cherry blossom pink lips stretched into an honest smile.

“Vincent seemed to enjoy himself at the egg hunt today,” Maru spoke while adjusting the settings on her telescope. The sound of her sweet, small voice captured your attention. “Even if he didn’t win,” she uttered in a hushed whisper.  

“Yeah well,” agitated, Sam squirmed in his seat and spoke to the back of Maru’s head, “Vincent could’ve won if Abby didn’t have some sick egg fetish.” Sam narrowed and pointed his piercing blue eyes at Abby, speaking louder now. “Or is beating children at a children’s game what you like best?”

Abby smirked, leaning into her chair with both her arms laying on the wooden planked armrests. She pressed her brows together, pretending to mull over Sam’s question. “Mmm, both,” she decided and relaxed her brows.

“Competition grows character,” Alex added, lifting his muscular arm in the air for a brief moment. His palm flat like a referee calling to end a match. You were the newest resident of Pelican town, having arrived a year ago. And it had been long enough to realize how quick Alex was to diffuse any matter of conflict. Even if Abby and Sam bickered like this all the time.

“Not when they are children,” Sam scoffed, and laughter bubbled in Abby’s chest and popped in the air.

“Oh!” Maru gasped, peering through her telescope, “a planet.”

“Where?” Sam shouted, scurrying to Maru’s side. Crouching down next to her small, bony frame that mimicked her half-brother’s stature.

“Here,” Maru’s mahogany hair shifted as she pulled away from the telescope and offered the eyepiece to Sam. “Do you see it?” she asked him.

“Uh huh,” Sam murmured while peeking through the telescope. His head bobbing up and down. Maru glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes trailing from Sam’s empty chair, to Abby, Alex, you, and then Sebastian. The six of you gathered outside her family’s home. Situated on the small, fenced-in patio placed outside the addition Robin had built for Maru’s room.

“Are your parents in town?” you asked Sebastian. He hadn’t talked for a while now, and you were starting to miss the sound of his voice—a low rumble like distant thunder that clapped in your mind. Still smiling, he stared at you. You watched as the realization you had spoken dawned on him. Splashes of pink crept along the apples of his cheeks and he looked away.

“Yeah,” he paused, pawing at the back of his neck. Avoiding your gaze while your eyes outlined the jutted veins on the back of his hand. “They’re helping clean up.”

“Which is code for getting drunk,” Abby explained, shrugging her shoulders. Her eyes shut and body reclined in her chair. Sunbathing in the moonlight. That must be how she keeps her ghostly, ivory complexion, you figured. “Whaddya think all our parents talk about when they drink?”

Alex’s thick brown brows lowered. And the green eyes that mimicked the shade of mint Evelyn grew in her herb garden, stared past his Greek nose and cleft chin. You knew that look. It was the look of a battleship sailing on a quiet, still night.

“About how dumb you are,” Sam’s brash answer followed after a quick glimpse at Alex’s bronze face.

“Hey!” Abby’s eyes flew open and her back straightened. Sam caught Abby’s glare and glanced at Alex. Coaxing Abby to do the same. “Oh,” she mumbled, leaning back in her seat. “I guess I can be pretty dumb sometimes,” she announced before erupting in a fit of nervous laughter.

“Sam, look!” Maru nudged Sam’s shoulder. And the two continued to examine the sky together. Abby took a peek at Alex before shutting her eyes again.

“Uh,” Sebastian tugged at the worn cuff of his hoodie, “how’d you like the festival?” His eyes fixated on the frayed ends of dark purple cotton while he struggled to push the words out.

“You must be so hot in that hoodie,” you remarked, watching him pick at it. His face beet red.

“Um,” Sebastian chuckled. His voice cracking. The hoodie made him feel less anxious, and he wasn’t quite sure how to explain that to anyone. Let alone you.

“I almost forgot!” Alex boomed, stomping his foot on the ground. His outburst extinguished the tinder of conversation Sebastian was desperate to kindle. Alex pulled his phone out of his pocket and Sebastian swallowed hard as your focus shifted. “Pictures from Dusty’s birthday party!” Alex beamed. His chiseled face and strong features glowing with pride, he held his phone up to your face. His thumb hovering above the screen and his eyes on you.

Alex needs to find something else to look at, Sebastian fumed inwardly. His jaw clenched. Alex had been flirting with you all day at the egg festival. And every time Sebastian tried to talk to you, Alex interrupted him. Sebastian knew Alex was only hanging out with them to be with you. He had overheard Penny, tell Maru, that Alex thinks Sam and him are weird.

“So cute,” you squealed, holding your cheeks in the palm of your hands, “look at that little hat.” Sebastian’s chest tightened at the sight of Alex’s smug grin and half-closed eyes.

What if Alex tells you he thinks I’m weird and you believe it? Sebastian’s thoughts made him queasy. You were the first person in a while who made him feel important. Will Alex make you forget about me? Will you stop hanging out with me?

“Check this out,” you added, taking your phone from your pocket, “this is my cat, Miso.” You held your phone in Alex’s line of sight.

“Aw,” Alex cooed. “Hey, I don’t think you have my number,” he commented, rubbing a piece of his brown, spiked hair.

Sebastian’s hands tightened into fists.

“Is it cool if I give it to you? You know,” Alex paused to think, “in case you need help with the farm or something.”  

“Sure,” you smiled, and Sebastian’s heart wrenched. “Here, add it,” you moved to pass Alex your phone. He reached out to take it from you.

Competition grows character, Alex’s words plagued Sebastian, playing in his mind. His grip on the downpour of jealousy and frustration that pounded on him loosened. A crushing pain in his chest that stung. Before he could gain control of his emotions, he had stood and snatched your phone away from you. Now towering between you and Alex.

A small, soft grunt rolled past Sebastian’s lips, realizing what he had done. His eyes flickered between your phone in his hand and the scowl on Alex’s face. Nervous, Sebastian shoved the phone into his pocket, pushing aside his carton of cigarettes.

“Have a smoke with me?” was all Sebastian could muster. His shiny black eyes pressing down on you, pleading.

“Yeah,” your tone gentle. You didn’t understand what was going on with Sebastian, but you knew he had been moody and quiet all day. Maybe he needs someone to talk to, you considered.

“Cool,” Sebastian muttered, taking both his phone and yours out of his pockets. You stood and waited for Sebastian while he set both phones down on the armrest of your unoccupied chair. Determined for your time together to be uninterrupted. As he lifted his hand away from the armrest, he noticed Alex staring at him. Sebastian glowered, and Alex’s eyes widened.

Alex had heard his fair share of tales about the black-eyed deities with sinister intentions from his Yoba-loving grandparents. And had always found Sebastian’s charred eyes to be disturbing.

“What?” Sebastian sneered.

“Nothing,” Alex shook his head side-to-side and held the flats of his palms up for Sebastian to see.

Annoyed Alex had taken it upon himself to be here, Sebastian joined your side. And the two of you wandered outside the borders of the brown picket fence.

The wet grass squished under the weight of your footsteps until you stopped at the lakeshore. Sebastian’s clumsy hand fumbled inside his pocket for a cigarette and a lighter. He stuffed the white stick in his mouth and held his cupped palm above the tip of it. You watched him bow his head. Blades of obsidian hair fell forward, and patches of pale skin peeked through them. He flicked his black, plastic lighter and an orange flame appeared. Your presence always accompanied by a persistent prickling, popping inside Sebastian’s stomach. He lit the white strip and inhaled, the cigarette twitched and then it was still. Then his whole body was still and calm for the first time tonight, and he picked the burning paper away from his mouth between two of his fingers. His lips shining and velvet pink like the petal of a cherry blossom touched by the rain. A flood of smoke poured from his mouth and formed thick, grey clouds that stretched themselves thin.

“Everything okay?” you asked. Your weak smile and downturned brows made Sebastian’s body feel heavy. He hated to see you worried.

“Yeah,” the tenderness in his voice felt like a flame quivering inside you, spreading heat through your body. He kept his eyes on the lake. The moon’s steel reflection trembling in wavering waters. Afraid if he looked at you for too long, he might give himself away. And you’d be repelled by the painful amount of desperation and longing that tormented him. You followed his line of sight and stared at the lake.

“Is there something out there?” Your question spawned a mischievous smile that lifted Sebastian’s cheekbones.

“Huh…I think I saw something dark moving in the water…,” he tapered off into a menacing silence. You blinked, then strained your eyes. Failing to see the ominous creature. Squinting, you moved closer to the lake’s edge.

 “I can’t see it,” you whined. Crouching down, you balanced yourself on your forefeet.

She wouldn’t last long in a horror movie, Sebastian supposed, leaning over you. He breathed in. The sweet floral scent of your hair tickled his nose, and he moved closer.

“Are you sure? It’s right there and it’s big,” he teased. Content to stay perched above you for the rest of the night. Determined, you tilted your body forward.

“I still—,” your balance faltered. You opened your mouth to scream, but instead a pitiful squeak toppled past your lips. Driven by instinct you latched on to Sebastian. He groaned as he tumbled forward. The force of your bodies hitting the water produced a loud smack.

Fully submerged in the lake your eyes scanned the water in a frenzy. Terrified of whatever Sebastian had seen. You felt something yank the back of your shirt, so you swam to the surface. Beads of water dripped down your face while you caught your breath.

You followed Sebastian to the bank of the lake and the two of you lifted yourselves out of the water.

“You alright?” Sebastian asked, pushing his wet hair away from his face. You sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder on the grass.  

“Yeah,” panicked you stared down into the water, “is it still there?” He raised his brows and then lowered them.

“No,” he chuckled. “I said that to scare you.”

“Oh,” you sighed, relieved. “But why?” Sebastian shrugged.

“I don’t know, why do you talk to that Alex guy?” It felt more like an accusation than a question. Confused, you narrowed your eyes and knitted your brows.

“He seems nice enough,” you responded, and Sebastian was quiet. “There’s like twenty people to talk to,” you explained in your defense, clutching a piece of your soaked shirt and squeezing it. Unsure as to why you needed a defense.  

“But do you like him?” Sebastian blurted, inwardly horrified by every syllable but powerless to stop. He had been overtaken by an all-consuming need to know.

“He’s cool, I guess,” you stared at Sebastian’s frustrated expression with your own. Is, is he… jealous? Your face softened. He looked away from you, clearly upset. And you started to put the pieces together. You had always assumed his shyness stemmed from anxiety, and Sebastian had never given you a reason to think otherwise. “Have you been mopey all day because I’ve been talking to Alex?”

“No,” Sebastian muttered, “well, yeah.” He changed his mind, his voice just above a whisper. Still avoiding your gaze.

“Hey,” you reached out and brushed your fingertips against his neck. He turned his head and his eyes bore down on you, full of shame and fear. You let your palm press down on the side of his neck and pulled him toward you. Sebastian’s shoulder cradled yours and your heart throbbed. A tingling static crackled in your belly. You closed your eyes and titled your head slightly. And felt Sebastian’s lips on yours. He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you into him and leaning further into the kiss. A lustful ache stirred inside you, coiling itself tightly and tugging at you. Your eyes fluttered open as the two of you parted.

Sebastian let go of you and his arms fell to his sides. Reaching under his thigh, he pinched himself. To make sure this was real and not another dream. Feeling punch-drunk and fuzzy, he gave himself a moment to take it all in.

The two of you stared at each other. Your hand still on his neck.  

Silence followed and a rush of panic overtook you. What if kissing him was too much? Did you misread the situation?

You started to move your hand away, but Sebastian held it in place. And lowered his head to kiss you again. His body hot despite the cool, drenched clothing that clung to his skin. It was vindicating, to know you felt the same. That you weren’t interested in Alex. Who Sebastian was certain had a head as full of air as the gridballs he worshipped. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth and blood rushed to the tip of his cock. Causing a primal urge to scream inside him, commanding him to climb on top of you. But Sebastian didn’t want to risk moving too fast and scaring you off. He pulled away, holding your hand in his. Taking your fused hands, he rested them on his thigh. Fighting the inner desire that screeched for him to place your hand on his dick.

Faces close, the two of you shared the same air. Each breath felt thick, intoxicating. Your mouth reached for Sebastian’s and your hand slid away from his to paw at his crotch. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat as your hand wrapped around his cock. Sebastain turned his head and buried it in the crook of your neck. You squeezed his hard dick and his body jerked. Pressing his lips to your skin, he muffled the whine you drew from him. Hesitant, Sebastain pried your hand away from his lap.

“Let’s go inside,” he whimpered, lifting his head up.

“Okay,” you mouthed, pressing your forehead against his. You gave him a quick peck on the lips and Sebastian held his body still for a moment. Then slowly stood.

You followed him to his house, both your footsteps heavy. Water dripping onto the wooden floors. Neither of you said a word as Sebastian led you down to the basement and rushed you into his bathroom.

His heartbeat pounding in his ears, he buried his hands underneath your shirt and pulled it over your head. It smacked against the bathroom tile when he threw it on the floor. Pressing his body into yours, he grabbed your waist and pushed your ass against the cabinet beneath his sink. Your wet skin clung to his hands. His mouth latched onto yours and moved in eager, synchronized movements. Engulfed in the scorching desire to bury his fat cock deep inside your pussy, Sebastian grinded his hips against yours.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he moaned, breathing next to your ear. The warmth of his breath clouded your mind. And a blistering, fervent pang of longing ricocheted throughout your body.

“Yeah,” you whined, pushing your cunt against his clothed, hard cock. Stupid with desire.

“Mhmm,” Sebastian hummed. He closed his eyes while you kissed his neck, parting your lips and circling his skin with your tongue.

“Off,” you grunted, tugging his hoodie. Sebastian took a step back and peeled his soaked hoodie and t-shirt off his body, discarding it on the floor. His toned arms and slender body visible. His alabaster skin smooth and freckled. You moved toward him, preparing to get on your knees. But Sebastian had other plans. Grabbing both your arms, he turned you around and pushed you back towards the sink. Pressing his bare chest against your back, he circled his arms around your waist and reached for your shorts. His hands shaking as he fumbled with the gold button, eventually getting it loose and pulling both your shorts and underwear down to the floor.

You looked into the bathroom mirror hanging above the sink. And so did Sebastian. Your eyes met in the mirror. Sebastian’s face next to yours.

He stared at your chest, your tits heaving with your breath. Squeezed together inside a black pushup bra. Your face and neck pink. He kissed your cheek and ran his fingers across the skin between your belly button and your pussy. Your breath stuttered as he slid his fingers between the lips of your cunt. They moved with ease through the silk film of want that coated your pussy. He held his breath, desperate to hear the sound of your wet cunt sucking on his fingers. You pressed your back into him, mewling as he pumped two fingers inside your hole. Pushing his hard cock into the fat of your ass.

“Please,” you sobbed, body writhing against his. Eyes shut tight. “I want to feel you.”

Sebastian took a deep breath, his mind buzzing. His fingers lazily rubbing your clit. The back of your head dug into his shoulder as you leaned against him, harder. Rubbing his clothed cock with your ass.

“Bend over,” his voice hoarse. You bent your torso over the sink, elbows resting on the white ceramic. Sebastian watched as you lifted your leg up to the sink. Your pussy glistening and on display for him. He swallowed hard. And stared at the white, spackled ceiling for a moment. Attempting to gain his bearings. Afraid if he didn’t at least try to calm down, it’d be over as soon as it had started.

“Sebastian,” you whimpered. The warm blood in his cock stirred at your beckoning. And Sebastian succumbed to your request. Pulling his pants and boxers down and stroking his cock in his hand.

You watched him play with himself in the mirror. Sebastain rubbed the tip of his drooling cock with is thumb. The precum gushing from his slit, stuck to the pad of his thumb.

He moved toward you, easing his dick inside your pussy. Watching your flushed face drown in pleasure. Your moans loud and unhinged while he pushed himself inside you, crying out for him. Nearly toppling him past his limits. He reached out and grabbed your hair at the root.

“Quiet,” he grunted. His cock thrusting in out and out of your needy hole. That squeezed every inch of his dick. His belly tight. Sebastian leaned against your back and kissed your shoulder blade. “Only I get to fuck you,” he grumbled. His pace faster now. One hand desperately clutching at your hips. While the other pulled your hair. “Only I get to fuck you,” he repeated himself, louder.

“Mmm, yes, only you,” you cried through choked moans. His breaths became shorter and quicker. The sensation of your cunt milking his cock made him feel as though he had been reduced to a pulsating nerve. Everything felt so sensitive. His body burning. Sebastian cried out, his legs trembling as he came inside you. Filling your pussy with his hot cum. He laid, hunched over you for a second. Then slowly let go of your hair and pulled his spent cock out of you. His eyes followed the sight of his seed dripping from your pussy down your thigh. His breathing sporadic.

“Stay away from Alex,” he huffed.

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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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[onyxdaze]

Goodnight

Sebastian x f.Reader

Sebastian has a crush on you.

minors do not interact ~ 18+ content

You hiccupped. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg on your breath, and your body warm to the touch thanks to Robin’s spiked eggnog.

“You, okay?” Penny’s voice was sweet and thick like syrup. The lull in her speech let you know she had enjoyed Robin’s brandy-infused concoction too.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your thoughts hazy and your cheeks flushed. Penny held out a wet plate for you to dry. The wide, round ceramic dish thinned as she laid it flat in her grasp and passed it to you. You took it, dried it with the dishcloth bunched in your hand and set it aside on the counter.

“Thanks for staying to help clean,” Maru spoke while swaying a broom across the wooden floors. She paused next to Penny and kissed her cheek.

“Oh,” Penny giggled and held her small hand against her coral lips. You peered over at the rise and fall of Penny’s shoulders as she giggled for way too long, and you realized you had never seen the mild-mannered bookworm this drunk.

“Yeah, no problem—hey, thanks for inviting me,” you smiled politely and dried your hands with the cloth in your hands. Penny and Maru shared a prolonged, lustful glance. Their eyes round and glazed with devotion. You took it as your cue. “I should probably go.”

“No,” Penny grunted, belligerent. She latched onto your arm before being overtaken by another fit of giggles. When she realized what she had done, she let go of you and took a step back, nearly toppling over. But Maru held out her arms and steadied Penny before leaning the broom against the kitchen counter.

“I think you should lie down,” Maru guided Penny toward her bedroom in the same way Demetrius had done for Robin only an hour ago. You watched Maru cart Penny away. Penny’s feet drumming on the floor as she stumbled. The two disappeared into the hallway and left you alone in the kitchen. A wave of loneliness washed over you and pressed down your chest. You had been chronically single since you’d moved to Pelican town—and as much as you loved seeing your two friends happy—it made you feel even more alone at times.

You peeled your winter coat off the back of a kitchen chair and fitted your arms into the sleeves.

“Heading out?” Maru stood in the doorway while you buttoned up your coat.

“Yep,” you looked over your shoulder to glance at her and stuffed your hands in your coat pockets.

“I’ll walk you out,” Maru turned her back to you and you followed her. “Sorry about Penny,” Maru examined you briefly, “she didn’t realize the eggnog was spiked.”

“She’s fine,” you shrugged and smiled, “weird seeing her drunk though.” A quick loud laugh jostled Maru’s body.

“It is weird,” you peered at Maru’s shiny painted lips as she spoke. A small silence passed. “So,” Maru drawled, “meet anyone…nice?”

A rush of warmth gathered in your face and Maru stopped walking to stare at you. A photo of Robin holding a tiny version of Maru hung on the wall next to Maru’s head. You looked away from Maru’s shining eyes and continued down the hall.

“Er,” you sighed, “no.’

The two of you stood in front of the entrance to Robin’s shop.

“Oh,” Maru sounded disappointed, and you couldn’t help but feel like you had failed her in some way. “Really? I thought you might—”

“It’s fine,” you drew a dash in the air with your hand, “you don’t have to set me up.”

“I know,” Maru mumbled while you clutched the doorknob and gave it a twist.

You could not wait to get home.

But as soon as you opened the door, you heard the whirring of strong winds and looked down to see the ground piled high with snow. A heavy gust slammed the door shut and you inwardly groaned.

“Looks like you’re staying,” Maru’s words rang in your ears and played in your mind on a loop.

The last time Maru and Penny had stayed at your house, the two had woken you up in the dead of night. What could only be described as them devouring each other had echoed throughout the farmhouse. You were too embarrassed to tell them you were awake and turned on your side. Away from them. And tried to go back to sleep.  But it was no use, and you couldn’t look either of them in the eye for a week.

This time felt like it’d be worse. Because prior to the symphony of your friends having sloppy drunk sex, there’d be an interrogation. Millions of questions would be asked about what you thought of every guy you had spoken to at Robin’s winter star party. And as much as you loved Penny and Maru, you preferred your warm bed to the hard wooden floor.

“No,” you shook your head from side to side and turned the knob again, but the wind tugged the door shut. No, no, no, no, your thoughts cried while you rested your forehead on the door.

“You alright?” Maru’s eyebrows rose above her curious stare.

“Yeah,” you lifted your head away from the door and released the knob, “I just don’t want to intrude…,” your voice carried, and Maru’s eyes widened. And judging by the splash of pink splattered across her nose and cheeks, you figured she understood.

“I know the floors are a bit stiff,” Maru spoke quickly.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded in agreement, “very stiff.” Maru covered her shoulder with her hand and scratched her purple shirt.

“I guess you could sleep on Seb’s couch.”

You swallowed hard at the thought. You’d spoken to Sebastian a few times, but he wasn’t exactly a talker. And was always eager to excuse himself from conversation. Even at his mother’s winter star party he hadn’t bothered to make an appearance.

“I’ll tell Seb,” Maru’s voice was chipper now. She was visibly pleased with her solution and walked to the basement steps. You held your arms out, as if to stop her. But formed fists when you realized your fate had been decided, and your arms dropped to your sides before catching up to Maru’s stride.

“Seb,” Maru called to him while knocking on his door. There was no response. “I know you’re in there,” Maru’s tone dropped an octave, and it sent chills down your spine. You heard Sebastian groan and the swish of plastic wheels gliding across the floor. You glanced at Maru staring directly at the door as the knob clicked and Sebastian’s face appeared in the small gap he formed.

“She’s sleeping on your couch tonight,” Maru informed him while pointing her thumb at you. Sebastian’s sight trailed away from Maru’s stern expression to you. You feigned surprise. His piercing grey eyes stood out against his ruffled midnight black hair. He chewed his lip and the steel ring that followed the curve of his bottom lip wiggled.

“Fine,” you watched his lip ring move as he spoke. Sebastian blinked, and his long lashes bounced on his smooth skin. You could have sworn he was moving in slow motion. The bass of Maru’s voice seemed to play in the distance, becoming louder until….

“Hey!” you jumped, and time returned to its normal pace. Stunned, you responded with a blank stare and a smirk spread across Maru’s face like wildfire. “I’ll get you a blanket,” her voice wavered menacingly, taunting you.

“I,” you cut yourself off, trying to find a way to deny what had happened while you nearly chased Maru up the stairs.

Sebastian’s lips curled like a pink ribbon. He left the door ajar and went to sit down on his desk chair. Waiting for you.

Maru pulled a quilted blanket from a cabinet in the hallway and passed it to you.

“You know, I wasn’t,” you struggled to explain yourself while Maru laid the folded green quilt in your arms.

“Checking out my brother?” Maru finished your sentence and Penny’s voice flooded the hall. She was groaning Maru’s name as if to summon her.

“I don’t know if I’d put it like that,” you gripped the blanket, digging your fingers into the cloth.

“How would you put it?” Maru teased while the ends of her mouth reached for her ears. And you contemplated if freezing to death in the snowstorm was a better alternative.

“I don’t know what you mean,” your words were followed by a nervous laughter.

“Right,” Maru laughed, and you felt your friend’s eyes burn through your farce. “And technetium is a man-made element.” Your brows lowered and pressed together while you tried to understand Maru’s reference. But you gave up and decided it was another one of her jokes only Penny would understand. You were hesitant to respond.

“Uh, sure?”

“Goodnight,” Maru chuckled and patted the blanket in your arms before following the sound of Penny’s summoning spell.

Sebastian watched you push his bedroom door open, and his heartbeat took the pace of a hummingbird’s wings. Your body language was rigid, and he wondered why you were so uncomfortable.

“Hey,” you whispered, eyes pointed downward while setting the folded blanket on the armrest of his black couch.

“Hey,” he responded, and you jerked your head upwards to see him smiling at you. A jolt of panic and pleasure shocked you. You smiled back, although you felt like it may have been crooked, or not good enough in some way. At least not as perfect as his smile.

“Sorry to bother you,” seated at his desk, Sebastian watched you unbutton your coat as you talked to him. His insides felt like a knot being tugged tightly.

“You don’t bother me,” his response was immediate. Rushed. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and berated himself for being so cringe.

“Are you sure?” you regretted it as soon as you said it.

“I’m sure,” Sebastian laughed, a little too loud. With his elbow rested on the desk, he lowered his head into his hand and stared down at his keyboard to hide his face from you.

Dammit Maru, he cursed her from the safety of his mind. Did she do this on purpose? How did she know?

“If it’s too much I can sleep on the shop floor or something, you know, I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” your words were jumbled as you strung them together in a hurry. Sebastian covered both his eyes with his hands and took a deep breath.

“The shop floor?” Sebastian laughed and pressed his face further into his palms before raising his head away from them.

“Yeah,” the electric shame you felt made your eyes water. “I can go,” you started to gather the blanket back in your arms, but Sebastian stood. His movements were so abrupt his chair flew backwards and almost tipped over.

“No!” he shouted, and you froze. Sebastian felt like he was moving outside the confines of his body. That you could somehow see all the times and ways he had thought of you. The silence that followed was painful. Your timid hands finished taking off your coat and you laid it down on his couch. Eyes wet and your mind spinning.

“Okay,” you crossed your arms and hugged yourself while your eyes bounced around the room. Focusing on anything other than Sebastian.

“How about something to drink?” Sebastian’s fist pulled at the collar of his black t-shirt.

“That’d be nice,” your voice squeaked, and Sebastian nodded before rushing past you and leaving the room.

You loosened your grip on your torso and lowered yourself onto the couch. You looked straight ahead at the small table crowded by three green stools and took deep breaths. In retrospect maybe listening to Penny and Maru get it on was the better choice. You had forgotten how strained every interaction you had with Sebastian was. It was no wonder he wanted to get away from you as fast as possible. You must have ruined his evening.

You picked at the thick hem of the couch cushion and tried not to cry.

Sebastian returned and handed you a large, plastic cup filled with Robin’s eggnog. It was a lot of alcohol, and you were grateful. Maybe if you got drunk enough you could pass out and this night would be done. Surprised, a small groan vibrated in your throat when Sebastian sat beside you, holding a cup that matched yours.

“I didn’t—if you don’t want to hang out,” Sebastian moved to stand. Without thinking, you reached out and snatched a section of his fuzzy plaid pajama pants.

“Don’t go,” your eyes met. Sebastian swallowed hard and sat back down. It took you a second to realize you were still holding onto his pants. You tore your hand away and turned away from him. Facing the green stools again, you took a sizeable sip of eggnog. You were thankful the effect of the alcohol was immediate.

Sebastian wondered if you could hear his accelerated breath. If you had made note of his sweaty palms yet. This is why he couldn’t bear to have any prolonged social contact with you. He couldn’t understand what he ever did to Maru to deserve this. Even if it was what he wanted, this wasn’t one of the many scenarios he had played out in his head.  

“So,” you both stated in unison, turning your heads to look at each other before immediately looking away. You giggled and Sebastian thought he might combust into a million fragments of himself. He imagined you looking on in horror as chunks of his flesh floated in the air.

“Did you have fun at the party?” he blurted. Everything he said seemed to spill from him like he was in a constant state of overflowing.

“Sure,” you grinned dumbly, eyes settled on the frothy white liquid in your cup. “It’s too bad you couldn’t make it,” you joked and took another drink.

“Couldn’t find a ride,” Sebastian shrugged, and you choked on the eggnog in your throat but forced it down. You faced each other again and a flood of warmth washed over you. Your body tingled and your mind was blank while your cheeks felt strained from how hard you were smiling. Your shoulders relaxed, and an avalanche of relief tumbled throughout Sebastian. “But crowds aren’t really my thing,” Sebastian explained, running his hand through his hair. You bit your lip as you watched the tufts of black glide through the spaces between his fingers. His hand rested on his neck while he waited for your response and took a drink.

“For sure, I get that,” your head bobbed up and down for a moment. “Secretly, I’m not really a fan either, but Maru really wanted me to come,” you winked at Sebastian, and he held his next breath hostage for a moment before releasing it.

“Because they keep trying to set you up with someone,” Sebastian spoke without thinking. You stared at him, eyes wide and horrified. And Sebastian wondered if he had exploded. He certainly felt like it would be a good time to do so. “Shit, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Wow.”

“I heard them talking about it earlier,” Sebastian tried to explain himself and squeezed his neck with his hand.

“I wish they wouldn’t,” you murmured, making an executive decision to start chugging the drink in your hand. The cup covered your mouth and you lapped at the eggnog like an errant dog. You were hopeful for the first time tonight—hopeful you could escape the levels of social hell you had endured throughout the night. If not physically, then mentally. You promised yourself you’d never let Maru talk you into another party again. But you knew it was a comforting lie you didn’t have the guts to follow through with.

“I get it,” then Sebastian took a drink too. And you wondered if he too was trying to dig himself out of the hole the two of you had found yourselves in, and if the attempts at conversation he made were out of pity. Even if they were, you felt grateful he’d even bother trying after being imposed on.  

“Really?” your eyes gleamed. Sebastian swallowed a mouthful of brandy with a splash of eggnog and rolled his tongue across the back of his front teeth. So cute, his mind whirred like the strong winds outside his home. She’s so cute.

“Sam and Abby try to set me up all the time,” Sebastian’s eyes averted your gaze and you looked away from him in the hopes of making him feel more comfortable.

“With who?” your curiosity got the better of you.

“Recent? Some girl from the city,” from the corner of your eye you watched Sebastian lift his shoulders to his ears before letting them drop. They seemed heavy. Invested, you straightened your back and leaned closer to him.

“What happened?” You watched him squirm a bit in his seat next to you while holding his cup over his lap with both his hands.

“She said I took too long to text her back,” the pointed tip of his nose twitched, “so I stopped texting her.” And he took a drink. You stared at him for a moment before allowing yourself to be swept up in a dry chuckle. “What?” he scoffed and twisted his torso to set his drink aside on his desk. He reached out and offered to take your cup. You held your hand out and chugged the last of your drink before handing it to him. You let the brandy hammer away at you, pressing your worries further into the depths of your mind until they disappeared.

“What do you mean, what?” you chuckled and laid your palm flat against Sebastian’s arm. Squeezing it before letting go. Thanks to the alcohol, the knot in his stomach wasn’t as tight now, but he still felt it wrench inside him.

Do you think I’m a bad person for doing that? is what he had wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“She wanted me to text her like every hour of the day,” he explained himself, in the hopes you wouldn’t think any less of him.

“Oh,” you beamed, “you don’t have to feel bad about it.”

“No?” he cocked his head to the side and wiggled his lip ring with the tip of his tongue. Mesmerized, you studied the contours of his mouth. Sebastian watched your gaze and realized what you were doing. His lips widened into a playful grin, and your body responded with a growing tightness in your lower belly.  “Are…are you staring at me?” Sebastian leaned his head toward yours and you looked away from him. You covered your face in your hands and titled your body forward. “You are, aren’t you?” he teased and swept his hand across your back. When you didn’t recoil, he lifted his hand and stroked your hair. It tickled the tips of his fingers. You lifted your head away from your hands and held them next to your face.  

“Would you please stop pretending you don’t know how hot you are,” you chanted while waving your hands back and forth.

Sebastian’s head jolted back in surprise and held both his palms against his chest.

“Me?” His mind shook like a cave collapsing.

“Yoba,” you whined, “I’m just going to go die in the snow,” you moved to stand.

“Hey, come on,” Sebastian chuckled while grabbing your hips and giving them a light tug. “Stay here with me.” You plopped back down on the couch. Your words had given Sebastian a rush of confidence—but he was still not entirely emboldened—so he let go of you.

“I always thought you didn’t like me,” you confessed.

Didn’t think I liked you? Sebastian’s thoughts protested. She’s lost her mind. 

“Wha-Why?” he narrowed his eyes and for a moment held his hands out with his palms open.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whimpered, tapping your feet against the floors. You stared up at the ceiling for a minute before looking at him. “I don’t know, it seemed like you didn’t like talking to me.”

Sebastian considered telling you how you had made him too nervous to speak but decided against it.

“I don’t talk a lot,” he explained while wiping his sweaty palm on his shirt.

“I know,” you touched his shoulder briefly. A spark of excitement rippled throughout his body each time you felt comfortable enough to touch him. “I guess I kind of hoped…you’d want to talk to me. I know it’s dumb….”

“This whole thing with Maru—you met someone yet?” Sebastian questioned you, a single brow arched. You gazed at him. Eyes half open. Peering past a dreamy film.

Sebastian decided the only way you could make it any clearer you liked him was if you wrote it in sharpie on your forehead. And he was officially emboldened.

Before you could form a response, he leaned closer. Fear and excitement popped inside you. His hot breath trailed across your face, and it smelled like sweet cinnamon. Too stunned, it wasn’t until you felt the steel of his lip ring mark your bottom lip that you kissed him back. Your insides boiling like a pot of water. Sebastian felt your lips melt against his and was slow to pull away. Your lips peeled apart. With your foreheads pressed, and eyes locked, you could both hear and feel each other’s strained breaths.

Sebastain nodded his head yes and you did the same.

He leaned onto the back of the couch, and you followed his lead. You lifted your leg to sit on his lap, and Sebastian’s hand glided across your thigh, pulling you to him. When the crotch of your jeans hovered above his lap, he grabbed your face with both his hands and pulled you closer. His lips cradled your top lip for a few seconds before he withdrew. Palms latching onto your cheeks, you felt his right thumb stroke your jaw.

It was as if he had been plucked from reality and placed inside a shaken snow globe. Sebastian’s body was warm. Light. His shoulders didn’t feel heavy anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good.

Your hands rested on his chest and crumpled his t-shirt. A desperate attempt to ground yourself in what you had to assume was a lucid dream.

His thumb moved from your jaw to the center of your bottom lip. He pressed the pad of his thumb down and watched it dent your lip. You spread your legs and sank further into his lap, grazing his dick with your crotch.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whined, dragging his thumb down your bottom lip before pulling you into another kiss. This time, he held his tongue out and lightly licked your top lip before covering your mouth with his. He parted his lips, and your lungs were filled with his breath. You pushed your hips even further into his.

While your mouths moved in synchronized movements and his tongue fumbled with yours, Sebastian’s hands dropped to your waist and held you still as he bucked his bulge against your jeans. You severed the kiss. With a flushed face, your eyes begged Sebastian for more. His dick pushed against his pants and ached. He took the opportunity to lift your shirt. You took the hint and grabbed the hem to raise your shirt over your head. Sebastian preoccupied himself with unclasping your bra while your head disappeared behind your shirt before reappearing.

Once he finished freeing the last clasp, he was quick to shimmy your bra away from your chest. And even quicker to grab a breast in each of his hands. He paused and admired the sight of his hands holding your tits. Your nipples poked through the space between his splayed fingers. He leaned over and dragged your nipple across his tongue, until the rounded tip of your tit met the tapered end of his pink tongue. He swirled the tip of his tongue around your sensitive mound of flesh and a tickle of pleasure radiated throughout your body. You wiggled on his lap. Sebastain squeezed his thighs together, desire radiating throughout his shaft and pulsating in the head of his cock.  

You slid your hand down his chest and cradled his bulge in your warm hand. Rubbing the cloth around his erect dick. Sebastian let go of your boobs and grabbed your wrist. Guiding your hand away from his cock, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“Take your pants off for me?”

The nod you responded with was eager, and you teetered off his lap to fulfill his request.  

He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and lifted his hips to pull them off alongside his pants. His cock free now, he stroked himself while watching you undress.

Sebastian held the base of his stiff dick between his thumb and his index finger. You looked down at the cough-drop-colored tip slathered in precum and crawled back on top of his lap. You inhaled sharply as you lowered yourself onto his dick. Sebastian sucked his stomach in to get the best view of his dick entering your wet pussy. He chewed on his lip as the girth of his fat cock caused the glossed ruffles of your cunt to split apart. Once he had bottomed out you leaned forward to kiss him and felt his length slip out of your pussy. Sebastian didn’t hesitate to guide his cock back inside you before pushing your hips down. And then up. Setting the pace he wanted, you followed his instruction.

His fingers pressed against your clit, and you recoiled from his touch, pushing your hips away. Causing him to adapt a lighter pressure, he circled the edges around your clit softly. You moaned and bounced on his cock faster. He didn’t bother to stop you as you used his cock.

Soft whimpers were charmed from your lungs despite your desperate attempts to muffle them. The simmer of your desire scorched into an inferno until the ripples of ecstasy swam in your stomach and released you from the fire.

Sebastian came shortly after you and held your waist as he spilled into you.

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Like You Deserve ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Reader / You

Summary: Reader is left adrift after a disappointing relationship with Shane comes to an equally disappointing end, but Sebastian wants to show them how they deserved to be treated all this time.

Tags: Unprotected sex, Filming sex, Friends to lovers, Dirty talk, Past Shane/Reader, Reader was cheated on, Shane-bashing!! (sorry), Making ex jealous, SoftDom!Sebastian, Reader is as gender neutral as possible (I'm used to writing fem!reader so sorry if that shows)

Word count: 3.5k

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Authors note: Based on a request by the lovely @i-live-in-spite ! Apologies for all the Shane bashing but... I had to for the story!!! Someone pls send help making the cover images for these sdv fics, it's so hard :00!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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Things had been tense for a while between you and Shane. You could feel it, he’d started acting cold again from time to time, like back when you first met him, not the sweet guy that you had known for a couple of months there when everything seemed fine. You supposed it was just the end of the honeymoon phase, or maybe he was just in some sort of autumn funk, but you assumed it would blow over, he’d had bad days before, but this was just an extended one. Surely. But no. 

He’d been cheating on you. When you’d found the conversations on what he’d always told you was a ‘gridball discussion board’ online, you were floored. He’d begged and pleaded with you to forgive him, that he wouldn’t do it again, that he hadn’t even met them in person, but that made it all the worse. He threw away what he had with you, months of effort to get him to trust you, you ignoring everyone who said you were significantly out of his league, giving him kindness and understanding at every turn, for someone he hadn’t even met in person. He continued to plead with you to stay, that it was a mistake and you were better than anyone else, but you were too proud. You gathered what few things you had in his room and stomped out never to return. It hurt, badly, you had put so much time and effort into your relationship with him, an effort everyone told you that you’d been wasting. It seemed in the end, they’d been right all along.

Shane continued sending letters and trying to corner you in town, telling you how much he regretted what he did and how badly he needed you back. Deep down, you knew he only wanted you to come care for him again. You weren’t sure if he’d ever really loved you or if he’d merely used you. How can you cheat on someone you love? Every time he said he still loved you, the words felt more poisonous. He finally begins to leave you alone again after a while, pouting and glaring at you whenever you are nearby, trying his best to look pitiful so you might come crawling back. You couldn’t believe that this was the man you’d thought you’d loved.

A benefit of the end of your relationship was that you were spending more time with friends again, namely, male friends. Shane had always been deeply jealous and insecure, indirectly making you cut off all your male friends, always paranoid that you might choose them over him. What was the expression? Every accusation is a confession? Sam and Sebastian welcomed you back with open arms, not asking many questions, glad you were joining them for pool again. They could tell you were sad, especially the first few weeks, but opted to try to cheer you up rather than ask you about it. It was clear that it was over between you and Shane, and Sebastian couldn’t be more happy. 

He’d been planning to make a move on you back in spring, but your relationship had started with Shane and he was out in the cold, even as your friend. He understood though, he knew Shane was deeply jealous, so accepted your apologies and promises never to let someone come between the two of you again. He pays you special attention, letting you win at pool to cheer you up and buying you your favourite drinks, anything to wipe that sad look off your face. He’s occasionally intervened and demanded Shane to leave you alone, which only angers the man further, but he does stand down.

It’s one of those nights where he’s paying you special attention, he’d told Shane to ‘fuck off’ from glaring at you across the Saloon a few hours ago and was staying late with you to talk. He’d missed you a lot while you’d been hiding away from the world with Shane, you seemed so much lighter these days, you almost had a glow about you. He had his arm slung around your shoulder, a risky move which had paid off, listening to you talk on a tucked away couch, just the two of you. You were a little tipsy, not enough to be worrisome, but enough to have you rambling. You’d never really talked about what happened with Shane, but everyone knew it must have been something bad, based on how the two of you were acting. The leading theory in town was an argument about his drinking that couldn’t be solved, perhaps he had broken something while drunk. When you reveal to him that he’d been cheating, Sebastian’s jaw hangs open for a moment. Your cheeks flush and glance around nervously in his silence.

“He what?” Sebastian hisses. 

“They hadn’t even met in person it was just… chats–” you ramble, trying to play it down so Sebastian would stop looking at you like that.

“Still! I can’t believe his audacity! To cheat on you… he was insanely lucky you ever even gave him a second glance,” Sebastian scoffs. He’d always felt this way, but knowing what Shane had willingly thrown away, he feels wildly incensed, anger growing inside him. “No one deserves that but especially not you! You’re stunning and he’s… well, him,” he rolls his eyes, if he was a more violent man, he would go knock some sense into Shane with his fists, but he knew you would never approve of that, you were really too sweet for your own good. You blush and look down, shrugging.

“I don’t know about stunning…”

“You are,” he asserts, glancing over your lightly flushed cheeks and shy expression. “He’s a complete idiot for giving you up, seriously,”

“Well, at least he’s disappointing them in bed now, not me,” you giggle, quickly covering your mouth when you realise what you’ve said aloud, eyes widening. The wine you’d had really loosening your lips, letting things out you’d kept to yourself for too long, itching to gossip. Sebastian’s eyes also widen before letting out a bark of laughter, a smirk settling on his face.

“Damn, cold,” he teases, gently poking your arm to get you to lower your hand. He cups your chin between his fingers and tips your head up to look at him, relishing in the deepening of your blush. “He couldn’t please you?” You bite your lip and shyly shake your head.

“He didn’t try that hard… to be fair,” you try to defend, but you hear yourself and know it sounds weak, it’s hardly a defence, just a further indictment of him. Sebastian’s fingers tighten on your chin, anger coursing through him again. You had been an angel sent from heaven into his life and he hadn’t even tried to please you.

“He’s a piece of shit, to be fair, a total scumbag, you deserve everything,” Sebastian declares, his jaw tight. “He should have been giving you like… 5 orgasms a night, kissing the ground you walked on,” he huffs. You giggle at his hyperbole, though your blush deepens, not used to openly discussing stuff like this, especially not with Sebastian’s thumb rubbing your jaw so gently, his face hovering close to yours. You taste the words before he says them. “That’s what I would do if I had you… you would always be satisfied, always,” he purrs, another risky move but he’s willing to make it. You take a shaky breath and slip your eyes closed, your mind filled suddenly with images of Sebastian pleasing you. “I would never be stupid enough to let you go or hurt you, I’d treat you like you deserve,”

Your lips crash to his without thinking, and his hands instantly fall to your waist, tugging you closer. He hums in excitement, he’d been waiting for this for so long and here it was. You taste delicious, with a hint of the wine from earlier that evening and a sweetness that was entirely your own. He tilts his head to press closer to you, tugging you closer until your legs settle across his lap, one hand caressing your hip, the other moving up to your hair. Your arms snake around his neck, pulling the two of you chest to chest in desperation. You had never felt this way with Shane, pure electricity coursing through your veins, your tongues meeting in a sensual dance, swirling and caressing. 

“Let me please you,” he murmurs between kisses, hand sneaking onto your back beneath your shirt. “Let me show you what it can be like, let me give you what you deserve,” with a breathless nod, he’s lifting you to your feet and the two of you are leaving the Saloon hand in hand.

The way back to your farm is full of your tipsy giggling, his hands softly brushing up and down your body and frequent stops to kiss. You can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other as you press each other up against trees and fences to have another taste. When you finally arrive at your farm, you stumble through the door, lips still connected, hands fisted in the fabric of his hoodie. Every cell in your body is on fire, you haven’t felt this amount of lust in a while, and all the sinful promises Sebastian had whispered against your mouth on your way here only made the anticipation grow. You pull him into the bedroom, stealing kisses as you go, which he returns with a smile. The eagerness surprises him in the best way, you seem totally obsessed with the idea of finding out what he can do for you, and he’s more than happy to show you. He pushes you down onto the bed, caging you in between his arms, hovering above you, moving his kisses down your jaw. The gasp that leaves your lips and that look in your eyes has his cock straining against his jeans. 

“So sexy, babe,” he growls, nipping your collarbone and placing a questioning hand on your stomach, just beneath your shirt. “Can I?” you nod, writhing beneath him. Your shirt is quickly shed and Sebastian looks over your chest with a clear look of arousal. “You’re so perfect, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he kisses and nips all over your chest, playfully making his way down your stomach to hear your breath hitch. He won’t use his mouth now, he feels too desperate to be inside of you, but he’s sure he’ll be using his mouth a lot in the future if he has his way, which it seems like he will. You’re completely willing beneath him, so aroused, pupils blown wide, body flushed and chest heaving lightly. “Want me?” he asks teasingly, toying with the button of your jeans. You nod helplessly. “Where?” he prompts, feeling a little drunk on the power he has over you right now. You huff softly.

“Inside… please, Sebastian, don’t tease right now,” you pout and he chuckles, finding your expression delicious, he leans up and pecks your pouty lips with a smile. 

“Sorry babe, I want to be inside you too,” he cups your cheek, kissing you deeper for a moment, which you enthusiastically reciprocate. “I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he promises deeply, popping open your jeans as he nips your bottom lip, helping you wiggle out of them, discarding them by your bed. There’s a quiet metallic thud and you both disconnect to look down at the source of the noise. “Oh shit, sorry,” he mumbles, realising your phone had been in your pocket, hurriedly reaching down to lift it and place it on the bedside table before returning to your lips. 

“Guess you were too eager,” you tease playfully and he agrees with a hum, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, his fingers tracing the edges of your underwear. He is happy to pull back and lift his arms when you start to tug at his hoodie and then the t-shirt underneath, smug when you look over his torso admiringly, eyes dark with lust.

“Like what you see?” he teases, unbuttoning his jeans, imagining himself soon between your legs.

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “I do…” Not bothered to feel insecure, Sebastian strips his boxers with his jeans, eyes lighting up when your mouth falls open at the sight of him. “Wow…” He knows he’s well-endowed, but is flattered by your reaction, being even more sure now that he can show you a very good time. You lift your hips as he tugs down your underwear, eyes glued on his rock-hard twitching length. You’re incredibly flattered by how aroused he seems as he looks you over.

“So stunning, can’t wait to bury my cock in you,” he purrs, massaging your inner thighs. From the corner of his eye, he notices your phone lighting up but tries his best to ignore it. There were more important things on his mind. He smirks as your body reacts to his words. 

“Please,” you breathe. “I need it,” 

He doesn’t need asking twice, settling between your legs, carefully positioning himself and making sure you’re ready for him, but as you whine pleadingly, it’s harder to be cautious. Slowly, he begins to press into you, relishing the warmth of you around his cock, squeezing softly. You both throw your heads back in sync, letting out pleased sounds. You feel like the perfect fit, taking him in so perfectly like you were made for him. He glances down to make sure you’re okay, your chest heaving and little whimpers leaving your throat. 

“Are you okay babe?” he asks breathlessly, eyes darting to your phone for a moment as it lights up again. You nod and mewl, wrapping your legs around his hips to get him to move. He chokes out a groan as he finally bottoms out, twitching within you. He knew you’d be amazing, but he couldn’t anticipate this. How did you feel so good? It seemed almost inconceivable. How could anyone give this up? He braces himself, his hands on either side of your head, pecking your lips before beginning to slowly rock in and out of you. Your hands fly up to clutch his back, and he groans at the feeling, drinking in the moans you let out against his lips. “Does that feel good? Yeah?” he husks, speeding up a little as your reactions egg him on. 

“Y-yeah… oh!” you whimper, your mouth falling open as he speeds up, letting out a constant string of moans. He can hear in your voice just how good you feel and the thought arouses him impossibly more, you’re so enchanting, you drive him crazy. He raises himself a little more so he can look down at you as he thrusts in and out, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure. He grips your hips, lifting you so he can sit up and continue thrusting. The new angle makes you gasp, his name falling as a whine from your lips, which he affectionately returns, smoothing his hands over your body as he ravishes you. He can see your phone continuously lighting up on the nightstand and it’s driving him crazy. He halts for just a moment, met by a whimper of protest from you, to reach over, intending merely to turn over the phone but then noticing who is messaging you.

About ten messages from ‘Shane DON’T ANSWER’ flood onto your screen, including a missed call. Sebastian growls in anger. He remembers you mentioning how he wouldn’t leave you alone no matter how many times you’d asked and how you were considering just blocking his number at this point. You plead softly with Sebastian to continue, craning your head from your lying position to try and understand why he’d stopped moving. Several of the messages mention Sebastian himself, saying how someone had seen the two of you leaving the Saloon together, followed by several insecure accusations. Sebastian can’t help but scoff a laugh at his insolence, picking up your phone and opening it. You raise your brows under him.

“What are you doing?” you ask quietly, watching as he taps through your phone, shifting your hips to try and get that delicious friction back. Sebastian bites his lip and his eyelids flutter, you feel like heaven, and he hates himself for stopping, for depriving the both of you, but he has an idea. He opens your messages, seeing days of Shane talking to himself in your messages, switching between begging and anger. That man was so pathetic, he couldn’t understand what you’d ever seen in him.

“Don’t worry, just lie there for me, babe,” he smirks, opening the camera attached to the messaging app and scrolling to the video function. You’re shifting your hips in search of pleasure again, and it looks so sexy through the camera, watching himself disappear inside of you. He groans loudly, clicking the record button on the screen. The flash comes on in the dim light, alerting you to what’s going on, and your brows fly up. He shushes you by placing a finger to his lips, beginning to thrust into you once more. All your protests die on impact, melting into a choked moan. Sebastian watches, enraptured as he slides in and out of you through the camera, grunting and speeding up, struggling to keep the camera steady when all he wants to do is completely lose himself in you once more. He can hear the steady slap of skin on skin and a mixture of both of your moans. The thought of sending this to Shane, claiming you away from him finally, makes him feel feral, and he thrusts into you even faster and harder than before. He tilts the camera up to show your face, and though obscured by your arm thrown over your eyes, it’s clear who it is. You whine over and over, your lips parted in pleasure. “Yeah? Fuck… tell me how good it feels,” he grunts.

“So good Seb…” you whine lewdly, stretching out the words, shaky with every thrust he gives you. The fact you’ve said his name sends a powerful jolt through his body and he pounds into you harder, making you shout out in ecstasy. He was showing you pleasure you’d never felt before, you’d been a little sceptical at the start of the evening, but now you knew you were never going back, he was hitting some spot within you that had you seeing stars, a spot you hadn’t even known you had, touching it again and again, leaving you in heaven. The fact he was filming you… excited you more than it should have, you couldn’t help imagining what it might look like. 

“That’s it, babe, cum for me, yeah… show how much you love it, fuck… you look so sexy,” he husks, pounding into you relentlessly, no longer focused on the camera, staring down at you hungrily. It’ll be clear what’s happening anyway. His free hand is all over you, squeezing and caressing as he continues thrusting with all his might, feeling you tightening around him, your moans increasing in volume. “Yes… that’s it,”

“Seb!” you wail, your legs shaking violently around his hips, pleasure exploding behind your eyes, more intense than you had felt, possibly ever. The knowledge you’re being filmed only heightens the experience tenfold, tingles running up and down your body, a warm syrupy feeling settling in your lower stomach. He whispers soothing praises as you spasm around his cock, making him choke on his words occasionally, still softly thrusting into you. You gasp for breath, still moaning with each aftershock that courses through you. In this calmer moment, Sebastian fumbles with your phone, shakily typing out a caption for the vulgar clip he just captured. 

“Don’t text again, we’re busy,” he types, though a little inaccurately in his aroused haze. The message is still clear. He presses send, makes sure it’s gone to Shane and then tosses your phone aside, noticing it already beginning to blow up with messages from him. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at the cocky smile on Sebastian’s face.

“I can’t believe I just let you do that,” you giggle breathlessly as he strokes your cheek with his thumb, still giving you a moment to compose yourself, though remaining inside of you. “I’ll probably regret it in the morning,”

“Nah, babe, you looked so hot, it’s his fault for giving you up,” Sebastian assures, leaning down to peck your lips. You smile and kiss back.

“I felt hot, but still… it’s not exactly something I’m used to,”

“Me neither, but it was sexy as hell, maybe we should do it more often,” he smiles, tucking a few kisses under your jaw. 

“Oh? You think we’ll do this again?” you tease. He grins against your skin, moving back up to hover over you, beginning to ever-so-slowly thrust into you once more, making you gasp. He growls playfully. 

“Oh yes… you deserve so much more pleasure, babe, and I intend to give it to you,”

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