It was midnight in Ilya Rozanovâs hotel room. He sat on the edge of the king bed, elbows on his knees. His eyes burned from how hard he was wiping them, salty tears stinging the raw skin in the corners. His nails dug at the flesh of his face, quiet sobs escaping his mouth.
The room was quiet except for the hammering rain on the windows with the occasional boom of thunder. Ilya stood up, walking over to the window and watching headlights light up the street through the fog.
Ilya pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until stars burst behind his lids.
I know that itâs hard to see every version of me.
Heâd told Shane three weeks ago in a dark parking garage that this was getting out of hand. It was too much. They were going to get caught and ruin both of their careers.
After all of the nights theyâd spent entangled in sheets, biting, scratching, feigning for more. Ilya couldnât do it anymore.
The cocky Russian put all of his focus into doing the only thing he knew how: hockey.
He crossed his arms against his chest, forehead leaning on the window now. Heâd thought about Shane nightly ever since he broke it off. It wasnât like he didnât think of him anyway, but this was different.
i love when people say "iâd read your book!" like girl me too unfortunately i havenât written it yet because i am trapped in a cycle of procrastination and the feeling of impending doom
Note: itâs been so long since Iâve posted for you all! this is my welcome back fic, Iâve been obsessed with stardew valley as of recent and I just cannot stop thinking about if Sebastian was real. i honestly didnât even mean for this to be over 1k but HEY. more for you :)
It was late evening at the saloon and you had two glasses of wine already. Not enough to be anywhere near drunk, but you were definitely feeling it.
You sat with one leg crossed over the other on the couch, fiddling with the edge of your skirt. Abigail sat next to you, watching Sam and Sebastian play yet another game of pool.
You werenât romantically involved in the slightest, but in the last month, Sebastian had been inviting you around more often. From playing board games, to casual gaming on rainy days. He had even stopped by the cabin a few times, bringing you coffee and a warm smile.
He would stand outside with you on the porch of the cabin, sitting in your rickety chairs that you told yourself youâd replace eventually. Yet you couldnât bring yourself to rid yourself of your grandfatherâs old furniture just yet.
After the guys finished their final game of pool for the night, the four of you headed out the door of the saloon.
Off on their separate ways, you decided to stumble down the route back to the cabin. Back on your property at last, you decided that you just werenât ready to lay down and sleep yet.
You knew that Sebastian would be out late smoking by the lake. Stupidly, you decide to head over by the lake, just wanting to take a peek at him.
There he was, staring into the moonlit water, a pale hand running through his hair. Something about how peaceful he looked was attractive, you wanted to be near him.
You stepped on a twig behind him, silently cursing yourself under your breath.
Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks, head snapping over to see you in the clearing.
âWhatâre you doing here?â He asks, cocking his head to the side. Once heâs sure itâs just you alone, he takes another hit of his cigarette. A puff of white smoke leaves his lips, seeing him chew at his lip ring as you inch closer to him.
âKnew where to find you,â you muse, alcohol still pumping through your veins.
Sebastian snorts, lips curving upwards only slightly. He turns to you, holding his cigarette between his lips. When he lifts his hand to remove it, the smile fades.
âI just saw you,â he says lowly, eyes traveling down your face. Youâre unsure if heâs actually checking you out or just making sure you wonât tip over.
âYou were staring,â you respond, ignoring his previous comment.
Sebastian smirked once more, finally dropping his cigarette and crushing it with his boot.
âI donât recall that,â he snorts again, shrugging his shoulders. He pulled gently at the collar of his hoodie, once again fiddling with his lip ring.
âYou were, all evening, actually,â you retort, folding your arms in front of you.
âWhat can I say? I like when you wear normal people clothes,â Sebastian says quietly, inching closer to you.
You scoff, looking up at him, wondering if it was possible to roll your eyes any further.
âShut up,â you mumble.
âSeriously, you look incredible tonight.â
Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widening slightly up at him.
He notices.
Of course he does.
Sebastianâs gaze lingers on you, memorizing every bit of how you look in the moonlight. You manage to murmur out a meek âthank you.â
Thatâs when you feel his hand settling on your waist. He doesnât waste another second, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.
He holds a firm pressure, the metal of his piercing leaving an indent on your lower lip. Youâre unsure, but you think you feel a quick swipe of his tongue against your lip before he pulls away.
âYou have no idea what you do to me, do you?â He asks, swallowing harshly.
You canât help but smile up at him, shrugging slightly. âI can imagine itâs the same feeling I get when I see you at my door,â you tease.
You move your arms up to his shoulders, leaning up to kiss his neck.
âCareful,â he warns, âdonât start something you canât finish.â
He trails his hand down to your ass, gently grabbing at it, as if he was hinting at what he needed at the moment.
âI would take you in there, but my family,â he grumbles, tipping his head back to the direction of his house.
âNo big deal,â you murmur, hands starting to fall down his chest, testing how far you could go.
âNot here,â Sebastian says sternly, hands dropping from your waist, finding your wrist. âSomewhere private.â
He leads you to the old community center, deciding it was private enough for anything to happen. He nudged the door open with his foot, poking his head inside first to see if anyone was there.
Obviously, upon not seeing anyone, he mozied his way in, dragging you behind him.
âIn here? This is what you came up with? I have the farmhouse!â You laugh, shaking your head at him.
The door shuts behind you with a soft thud, echoing louder than you both expected. He stands in front of you for a moment, drinking you in before practically ambushing you.
Sebastian shoves you against the wall, quickly attacking your neck. He sucks a trail of deep purple marks into your skin, leaving you whimpering.
The dark-haired man lifts your shirt up over your head, sucking in a breath of air when he reveals your lacy black bra.
âFirst time?â You ask when you notice heâs stalling on doing anything else.
Heâs brought back down to earth by your question, quickly shaking his head. âSorry, youâre just so beautiful, doll,â he murmurs.
He reaches behind you, unclasping your bra with ease. Youâre too busy overthinking his words to notice when he unbuttons your jeans and tugs them down, leaving you in nothing but your matching panties.
âThis isnât fair,â you whimper, hand motioning at Sebastian in front of you, fully clothed. He smiles back at you, wasting no time in pulling his hoodie over his head with his shirt. Your eyes scanned over his chest, a small silver chain rested on his pale skin, subtle lines of muscle over his stomach. He wasnât sculpted by any means, but he was built solid.
âMm, first time?â He asked, mockingly. Sebastian resumed his work on himself, his own black jeans hitting the floor soon after. He takes his place in front of you yet again, hand fitting gently around your neck.
His lips meet yours again, his hand migrating down to your tits, running his thumb over your nipple. His tongue slipped into your mouth the moment you moaned, your lips parting ever so slightly. Your tongues battled for dominance, though he easily won.
You felt his free hand soon enough slip into your panties, thumb making lazy circles onto your clit. His mouth freed from yours, head lowering to catch one of your nipples between his teeth.
âS-Seb,â you whimpered out as his thumb sped up. âPlease.â
Sebastian hummed, eyes flickering up to meet your gaze. He took the hint, two fingers sliding deep inside of your aching pussy. Your back arched off of the wall, already begging to have him inside of you.
Sebastian kept his fingers pumping at a steady pace, long enough to where you felt yourself begin to involuntarily clench around him. Your moans echoed off of the community center walls, and youâd be petrified anybody was able to hear what was going on.
âFuck, Seb, gonna cum,â you whimpered. You were unable to hear anything he had said after, as you were too focused on riding through your own orgasm. You ground your hips down against Sebastianâs fingers, legs shaking when you finally come down to see him sucking both of his fingers into his mouth.
âYou taste great, doll,â he murmurs as he stands straight once again. He finally tugs your panties down, his boxers following right after. Your eyes widen as his length springs free, unsure of how to fit him inside of you.
âI would have brought a condom, but I didnât necessarily see this happening,â he chuckles, hand reaching down to tug at his cock. Youâre much too quick to tell him that it isnât an issue in the slightest, and before you know it, heâs scooping you up, holding you against the wall.
âHow do you like it?â He asked, lowering you onto his length. âFast? Slow?â He cooed, waiting for your face to calm as he bottomed out.
âHowever you want,â you whisper, just wanting him to hurry up and move. That familiar smirk reappears and with one nod heâs thrusting into you at a quick pace.
Your moans grew louder and louder, the sound of skin accompanying them in echoing off the freshly restored walls. Your hands found Sebastianâs shoulders, dragging your nails down his back.
Sebastian let out a string of expletives, reaching a hand up to tangle into your hair, pulling your head back slightly. He moved you away from the wall, being careful to not drop you, or let you hit your head on the wall.
âFuck,â he grunted, keeping his same pace inside of you. âNot cumming âtil you do again,â he says sternly. His eyes stared into yours, shifting between your chest and lips. You could tell he was starting to get close, just by how his own groans grew louder as you clenched around him.
Your legs squeezed tighter around his waist as he relentlessly pumped into you. You were sure your nails were going to draw blood, if they hadnât already. Before you knew it, you felt yourself coming undone all over his cock. âSeb-â was all you could muster out, seeing him nod, allowing you to practically scream out for him.
Sebastian wasnât far behind you, his thrusts quickly growing sloppier by the second. âShit, doll, your pussyâs so perfect.â
He gave a few more hard thrusts as he came, holding you on him as he slowed. You were both coated in a thin layer of sweat, panting, though him more-so. Sebastian gently lifted you off of him, helping you steady yourself on the ground.
Your legs felt like jelly, leaning yourself against the wall until you felt fine to dress yourself. You watched as Sebastian pulled his hoodie over his head again, hands moving up to fix his hair.
Your own hair was a complete mess, but it didnât matter, it wasnât like anyone was going to see you. You stood in the silence for what felt like eternity, making sure that you were both completely recovered from what had just happened.
âSo,â you spoke out, tongue peeking out of your lips to wet them. âI guess Iâll head back home?â
Sebastian nodded, finally opening the door of the community center. He let you out first, shutting the door behind him. He walked with you to his house, hand on the small of your back the entire time, guiding you.
You pictured letting him off here, then finding your own way back home in the dark, but when you stepped back to let him go inside, he shook his head.
âStay?â He asked, eyebrows raised.
âSo are you saying we had no reason to go to the community center?â You joked, smiling up at him, but before you could protest any more, he was already shoving you inside.
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