Restraint PART 2 - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: Maybe that was why he was still pent-up. He knew you were waiting– quite eagerly, he might add– for him to make his next play. That fact made him annoyingly hard at the most inopportune of moments. Life had an annoying habit of getting in the way of most good things, though. Sebastian was really fucking regretting having so many extracurriculars to prioritize.
Alternatively summarized as Sebastian finally catering to your request to take the next step with him, but not before you catch him with your panties in one hand and his cock in the other.
Word Count: 9.5k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, sexual tension, panty kink, explicit sexual content, explicit language, possessive behavior, praise kink
Part 2 is now up on Ao3 | Part 1 can be read here on Tumblr
One would think that after sating his three year craving for you, Sebastian would have calmed down a bit. After all, he now had enough material tucked away in his brain to make every masturbation session as vivid and succulent as the last. The sound of your moans, the way your body had trembled against his mouth, the taste of your slick gushing over his tongue. All of it lived at the forefront of his mind and helped to remind him that not only had it actually happened, but you had wanted more.
Maybe that was why he was still pent-up. He knew you were waiting– quite eagerly, he might add– for him to make his next play. That fact made him annoyingly hard at the most inopportune of moments.
Life had an annoying habit of getting in the way of most good things, though. Sebastian was really fucking regretting having so many extracurriculars to prioritize.
Quidditch season was in full swing, which meant that Imelda dragged everyone on the team out to the pitch by their earlobes for practice. He wouldn’t dare miss a single scrimmage– he was certain his captain would somehow manifest at the foot of his bed and kill him in his sleep if he did. Lucan was in the process of orchestrating the first duel for Crossed Wands as well, which meant that Sebastian had been roped into conscripting more unsuspecting first-year students into joining the club. His first Transfiguration exam was in a week, Ominis needed help studying for Potions, and there was a book he still needed to snatch from the bowels of the Restricted Section.
All of it was piling up, and by the end of most days, Sebastian was exhausted. There simply wasn’t enough time in the day to get around to spoiling you the way he had dreamed of doing for years.
But all of that was about to change.
For the sake of ‘exposing them to possible post-graduation careers’, the seventh-year students were going on an overseen field trip to visit the Ministry in London. Most of the Professors were chaperoning the excursion, leaving the resident ghosts of Hogwarts to substitute classes for the unlucky blokes who were unable to attend. He fell into that category, seeing as he had no guardians to sign the permission slip. You weren’t going either, and he didn’t know whether that was by choice or for reasons similar to his own, but Sebastian was having a hard time feeling unlucky about the whole thing.
He was looking forward to it, in all honesty.
Everyone would be gone. Everyone. And the phantoms taking over in the Professors’ stead were as air-headed as they came, so they wouldn’t notice two students missing from class when damn near everyone was already gone. It was the perfect opportunity for Sebastian to put his long awaited plan into action.
His cock was fucking twitching with anticipation. He was grateful that his best friend was blind, otherwise he was certain Ominis would comment on how wound up he looked at present.
“You don’t seem too upset that you’re going to be stuck with Professor Binns droning on at you for the whole day,” Ominis remarked dryly, his fork scraping against his plate of nearly finished breakfast. “Don’t tell me you’ve come to like his monotonous delivery.”
Sebastian scoffed. “Hardly. I just don’t care to tour the Ministry with Professor Weasley breathing down my neck all day. I have better things to do.”
“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”
If only he knew, Sebastian thought. He hadn’t exactly been forthright with his friend in regards to his new, budding relationship with you. It could hardly be called a relationship, anyway. Aside from a few lingering touches and suggestive glances, the two of you had continued on the same as always in the wake of him feasting upon you like a man starved. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that you were pretending like it hadn’t happened.
But the rosy hue to your cheeks every time he caught you staring at him told him otherwise. This was new to you– to him, too– so it was only natural for things to progress slowly.
He couldn’t wait to put an end to that, though. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to brazenly kiss you in the hallways. He wanted to pull you into empty classrooms for stolen trysts against the walls, and pridefully strut about the corridors with his fingers linked through yours. He wanted everyone to know that you were taken.
That you were his.
All in due time, he reminded himself. Today would be a step in the right direction. He would make sure of it.
The Great Hall continued to buzz with excitement, the seventh-year students riled up at the prospect of missing class for an entire day to venture out into the city. He and Ominis finished their breakfast in comfortable silence before the two parted ways, the blond man heading off to join the swarm of bodies making their way out to the Courtyard. Sebastian waited until the majority of the group was gone before he jumped out of his seat and hurried through the corridors in search of you.
Maybe it was alarming how good he was at tracking you down. It was like his brain had formed a sixth sense dedicated solely to you, granting him the ability to find you no matter where you were. He moved with confidence through the halls as he allowed that innate skill to guide him.
Once he found you, then the real fun could begin.
—
In a bizarre turn of events, Sebastian finally stumbled upon you in the last place he had thought to look.
Your bedroom.
First he had gone to the Astronomy Deck, half expecting to find you up there watching the sunrise with a pastry and a textbook. When that assumption had been dashed, he’d descended the tower’s staircase and poked his head in the Room of Requirement. Deek had nearly jumped out of his skin when Sebastian had sighed loudly, the noise laced with frustration. The house-elf had helpfully informed him that the woman he was actively ripping his hair out over hadn’t been in since yesterday. So, Sebastian’s search continued.
He’d gone to the Library, the beast pens, even the kitchens. You were nowhere to be found, and he was silently cursing himself for jinxing his you-sense.
Just as he was on the brink of admitting defeat and ready to accept that you must have changed your mind about going to London, he decided to make one last stop. Your room.
The way his heart leapt into his throat when he spotted you wasn’t worth mentioning. There you were, sleeping soundly in your bed– your hair disheveled and your cheek pressed into your pillow with a serene, angelic expression decorating your face. The tension that normally creased the middle of your brows was notably absent while you slept, and Sebastian shamelessly crept forward to lean against your bedpost, drinking in the sight of you with unwavering focus.
Merlin– his cock was already rousing to life in his trousers. Just watching you was sending him into a tizzy. It needed to be illegal for you to look so delectable while unconscious. It wasn’t fair to him.
But it also wasn’t fair to wake you up for the sake of his baser male urges. You were no doubt still dozing because you hadn’t planned on going to class today either, and the rare opportunity to sleep in was too good to pass up. He should just leave and track you down later. Then he could make good on his promise to take things further with you.
He boastfully imagined you would need your rest for when he finally got his hands on you. As an athlete, his stamina was spectacular.
A stray piece of parchment was wedged under the candelabra on your nightstand, so Sebastian helped himself to it. He wrote down a short message for you to read when you woke up, encouraging you to find him once you awake and moving to spare him the hassle of traversing the entire school in search of you again. The note was promptly folded up, adorned with a messy ‘S’, and perched delicately on the table. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t be waiting for you too long.
Just as he was turning to head for the door, the sight of something incredibly ordinary caught his eye.
It was a wicker basket lined with a cotton sac. A makeshift hamper for you to discard your dirty clothes in. Totally normal– nothing worth stopping for.
But Sebastian was a fucking weirdo. He was a hopelessly enthralled freak with no limits when it came to you.
He needed to turn around. He had no business lingering in your room any longer– he had already left a message for you to see later. Even though he told himself as much, he still knelt down beside the basket, his body moving on its own as he reached in and rifled through its contents. Sweat was fucking pouring from his forehead– the fear of being caught triggering something in him that made his cock twitch and his gut tighten.
Right at the bottom of the hamper was a pair of undergarments much like the ones he had peeled down your hips before; incredibly worn, sheer, tiny, and evidently used. Seriously– how frugal was too frugal when it came to saving money? There was no way you actually wore something like this under your trousers.
The evidence to the contrary made his blood race and his own pants suddenly seem tight. Way too fucking tight.
Glancing back at your sleeping face, Sebastian’s lips pursed as he considered his next move carefully. Surely you wouldn’t miss one pair of undergarments, right? If you held onto all the ones from the years past, there had to be an abundance of them lying around for you to use.
Alright, not the right thing to think. The fabric over his groin was beginning to grow snug.
He was a menace. A disgusting, perverted aberration. But he couldn’t help himself. He was pathetic.
Swallowing thickly, Sebastian tucked the thin fabric into his pocket and averted his gaze to the door, unable to bring himself to look at you again as he stood up, turned, and made off with your unmentionables.
—
Sebastian was pretty sure he had blacked out.
Literally. There was a loss of time between when he’d left your room and where he found himself now, and he could not for the life of him remember how he had ended up here. Alone in his dorm, sat up in his bed with his pants around his ankles. Everything was shrouded in darkness, but he knew his own body well enough to maneuver around without light. His cock was pulsing in his fist as he furiously worked his hand over himself with your underwear pressed firmly against his face.
Fuck.
The mattress dipped beneath the weight of his body and the weight of his conscience as he dug his heels into the comforter, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head as he inhaled deeply once again. A shudder racked his entire form in a frigid rush at the scent that greeted him. Your scent– as intoxicating and addicting as ever.
The groan that tore from his throat was muffled against your knickers, his fist twisting maddeningly over the head of his cock at the same time his hips bucked off the bed. Sebastian silently cursed himself for behaving so abhorrently, yet he was completely and utterly helpless to stop himself. He couldn’t. You were a walking, breathing aphrodisiac, and the smell of you alone was enough to drive him crazy.
His lips parted of their own accord so his tongue could dart out and lick at the frail cotton. Thank Merlin no one was on his dorm’s floor, because the moan he let loose practically shook the walls. His taste buds were bursting as a thick, hot bead of precum seeped from the swollen tip of his cock, cascading over his curled fingers and lubricating his shaft further. The sound of the slide was made noisier– infinitely wetter– prompting him to increase his speed with renewed gusto.
Any shame Sebastian might have felt for indulging himself this way melted away with each frantic twist of his wrist. The guilt warred with his ever-present desire for all of two seconds before he stuffed your undergarments between his teeth, freeing his hand so he could loosen his tie and kick his trousers to the floor. The furnace that normally kept the dorms warm was off, but the heat radiating from his body was more than enough to chase the chill of the room away.
As soon as his legs were free and his collar wasn’t quite as tight as before, Sebastian reclaimed the underwear in his hand and pressed the material to his face, trapping his nose and his mouth behind the saturated cotton. He sucked down another shuddering breath, a sob nearly breaking from his chest that he adamantly bit back. His hand moved vigorously over his cock, his thumb rubbing incessantly over the head as he milked more fluid from himself.
Balls tightening, he felt a telltale heat roaring to life in the pit of his stomach. The tension was mounting quickly– his body begging for the release he had been after since he’d woken up with plans to bed you this morning. Your clothing and his own fist wasn’t at all what he was after– especially not after having gotten to taste you– but he didn’t care. He was desperate. It was utterly insane to lose control of himself like this over a pair of underwear, but it had already been established that Sebastian was the farthest thing from normal.
He was a lost cause when it came to you.
Pervert, he heard you say in his mind. Yeah, he was hopeless. No better than a dog in heat.
“Pervert.”
Wait, what?
Sebastian’s eyes snapped open so suddenly, he was momentarily blinded by the light flooding into the room from the open doorway. The voice he had been hearing in his head wasn’t in his head at all.
Fuck.
Clad in your casual clothing, you stood in the entrance to the dorm with a bemused expression on your face. The skirt you had on swished around your knees as you clasped your hands behind your back, but aside from that minute movement, you stayed where you were. There was a tinge of amusement in your wide eyes, but it was overshadowed by the heady flush that spread from your cheeks all the way down your neck.
Dear gods. How long had you been standing there? How long had you been watching him? Before Sebastian had jumped your bones in his room two weeks ago, you’d had no experience dealing with this sort of… thing. His sexual urges had been his to deal with by himself, and as far as he had been concerned, you were a virtuous saint. A virgin. Unaware of the brutish thoughts that plagued all men his age day after day.
So why weren’t you screaming? How come you were mostly unfazed, save for the blood heating your cheeks? Why– why were you closing the door?
Why the hell were you walking closer?!
The curtains on the windows were still drawn, so the room was plunged into near darkness without the light from the hallway illuminating it. Your face was shrouded by shadows as a result, and Sebastian’s heart was hammering against his sternum so violently that he was positive you could hear it.
“You could have at least asked, you know,” he heard you say softly, your shoes clicking gently against the stone floor as you closed the distance. “That pair isn’t even that nice.”
Sebastian’s brain had officially stopped working. Or he was dead. It had to be something like that, because there was no way in hell you were actually so calm in the wake of discovering him masturbating with your undergarments held against his face.
They were still fucking there, too. He hastily jerked the material away from his nose and covered his leaking cock with his hands, wishing pointlessly that he hadn’t discarded his trousers to the floor. He needed something to cover himself with– or for a hole to conveniently open up beneath him and swallow him whole. Preferably the latter.
You waved your hand dismissively as you approached the bed, and Sebastian wanted nothing more than to make out whatever expression it was you had on your face. What kind of look did you find suitable to wear upon catching someone fusing your underwear to their face? He had sniffed and licked and drooled all over them. That had to warrant a scowl or a grimace. Maybe even pure, undiluted disgust. But the room was too dark, and Sebastian’s mind was too hazy– both from lust and mortification.
And fear. He was feeling a lot of fear at present, too.
You stopped directly beside his bed, and even though Sebastian knew he was taller than you, he had never felt so dwarfed in his entire life. He watched you cautiously as you bent down to gather the hem of your skirt in your hands, and he damn near passed out when you gingerly slid something down your legs. Calmly and confidently, you straightened and held out the pair of underwear you’d been wearing beneath your skirt, and the choked gasp that ripped from his throat was too sudden to silence.
They were a nice pair. Still sheer, but not from years of use. No, the risqué attire dangling from your index finger was designed to look that way. See-through, snug, and lined with tiny, lacey bows all around the waistband. They looked new.
Merlin– when had you bought those? Why had you bought those?
“What? Nothing to say?” Sebastian saw your head tilt to the side, the antagonizing tone you spoke with imbuing him with panic so potent that he started to sweat.
“I–” he started to say, sitting up so he could close his legs shamefully. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking– I didn’t think–”
His nonsensical rambling was cut short when the underwear hanging from your finger was pressed against his lips. Even with his jagged, self-deprecating thoughts bearing down on him and making it hard to think, Sebastian’s cock still twitched under his palm when the scent from your knickers hit him. It was the same smell that had driven him mad with lust between your legs two weeks ago, and the effect it had on him was instantaneous.
Your laugh was strained and a little awkward, but you stubbornly kept your hand where it was as Sebastian went rigid atop the bed. “You know, I’ve spent the last few weeks thinking that I was a fool. We had our little moment in here, and I told you I wanted more. Then I agreed to wait since you suddenly wanted to be chivalrous. But now I find you here like this? Using my underwear to get off? Do you prefer fantasy to the real thing?”
Gods, no. You had no fucking clue how badly he had wanted to claim you that day. The fact that you had indulged him and allowed him to do what he did had seemed like a bonafide miracle. Doing anything more that night had seemed like playing with fire. He wouldn’t have been able to control himself, and if wanting your first time to be pleasant made him chivalrous, then the bar was on the fucking floor.
He wanted you bad. The craving was so strong that it blinded him to almost everything. Maybe waiting this long had been a mistake, but… he’d believed it to be the right thing to do.
To have you standing over him smothering his face with the undergarments you had just taken off, though? He was beginning to think otherwise. Maybe waiting had only made things worse for both of you.
You didn’t bother to wait for him to respond to your line of questioning. As soon as his mouth opened, the thin cotton was pushed past his lips, your combined scent and taste invading all of his senses. Sebastian had to stop himself from moaning with relief– but that left him completely susceptible to the strongest wave of arousal he had ever felt in his life crashing over him.
Fuck.
Sebastian’s fingers flexed, the forgotten pair of underwear in his hand tightening around his digits as he fought the urge to grip his twitching cock. None of this made any sense. He was torn between wanting to touch himself and wanting to touch you, but he didn’t dare to move. This situation was precarious enough, and he wasn’t sure what the correct action to take was.
Evidently doing nothing wasn’t it, because you huffed indignantly before reaching out to slap his hands away from his groin. Your smaller hand enveloped his throbbing length swiftly, and there was no stopping the guttural moan that Sebastian let loose– the sound muffled by the material stuffed in his mouth. His hips jerked up instinctively, and immediately after, his motor function returned to him. The other pair of underwear was dropped against the bed as Sebastian’s hand flew out to grip your wrist, his arm trembling as he warred between letting you stroke him and stopping you altogether.
“Fuck, w-wait a second,” he stammered around his mouthful.
“I’ve been waiting for weeks. If you don’t make good on what you promised, I swear I’ll walk out of this room and never come back.”
His heart sank– but then your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock. Then his heart soared. He pried your hand and undergarments away from his face, keeping both close enough so the spit-soaked material brushed against his lips. “J-Just hold on– one second, give me one second.”
“You’re the most indecisive man I’ve ever met,” you muttered in annoyance. His eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness, enough so that he was able to see the eager expression on your face. That, coupled with the way your lips were parted and your brows were furrowed, was quickly eradicating the remnants of his self-control. “Why leave me a note asking me to come find you if you were just going to send me away?”
Ah, to hell with it.
Sebastian’s eyes flashed for the briefest of moments before he pulled you down against the bed, effortlessly moving so you were sprawled beneath him. His lack of trousers didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest– not with how your lips quirked up in obvious excitement. Your enthusiasm was further validated when you reached up to tug on the end of his tie, drawing him closer into your space with a shy smile.
His body was practically vibrating as he leaned down to whisper against the corner of your mouth, “Who said anything about sending you away?”
Pulling back slightly, Sebastian was graced by the sight of you staring up at him with wet, wide eyes, and from that moment on, he was unable to perceive anything else. Not the unsatisfied ache in the pit of his stomach. Not the humiliation he still felt at having been caught with your underwear clenched in his white knuckled grip. Not the way you had brazenly attempted to match his energy even though you had no experience with such things.
Alright, that last one was a lie. He still remembered that with a good amount of clarity. Fucking minx.
Sebastian could hear your stuttered breathing as his right hand wandered down your prone form. The tips of his fingers skimmed over the plane of your stomach, then along your hip, and once he reached the center of your legs, he gathered your skirt into a messy heap. It almost pained him to look away from your face, but he couldn’t not watch as inch after inch of your soft skin was exposed.
It was worth it. Gods, the sight of your bare legs had haunted his dreams for the last two weeks. Sebastian vowed that sometime soon, he would take his time leaving a collection of love-bites over every part of you.
He had to be a masochist to some degree, because beyond attempting to take things slow with you, there was no good reason for him to let your clothing fall from his grip, and yet that was exactly what he did. Your skirt barely covered your exposed cunt, and when Sebastian testingly grazed his fingers along the inside of your thighs, the wetness he felt there nearly had him keeling over.
Fucking hell, how long had you been like this? Was it everything happening presently that was turning you on, or had seeing him laid out with your underwear triggered your arousal?
He wanted to ask you, but there was another more important question that came to mind at that moment. Sebastian fixed his eyes on yours again, all too pleased to find blatant desperation etched across your stunning face. Legilimency wasn’t needed for him to know that you wanted him to touch you where it mattered most. Not yet, he thought. First, he wanted answers.
“I’m curious, darling,” he started, thankful that he had managed to keep his voice low and sultry instead of tight and strained. “In all that time spent waiting, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?”
With how close Sebastian already was to your face, he watched plainly as the flush heating your cheeks darkened impossibly further. Your eyes widened, your lips pursed together harshly– and if there was ever a picture to be found in the dictionary beside the word ‘guilty’, Sebastian would pay good money for it to be the image of you right now.
You didn’t even need to say anything. From the way you swallowed thickly and shifted your hips lower to chase after his hand, Sebastian knew without a shadow of a doubt that you had.
The choked groan that snuck its way out of his throat conveyed his approval well enough. Sebastian’s lashes fluttered at the same time a self-satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and any remaining blood in his body that hadn’t already made its way to his cock shot there in a heartbeat. Merlin, he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked, his hand slowly creeping closer to the apex of your thighs, the suspense effortlessly pulling a gentle gasp from you that was like music to his ears. He brushed his knuckles over the slick skin waiting for him beneath your skirt, watching delightfully as your chest sharply rose with your strangled intake of breath. “Did it feel good? Come on, tell me.”
Your pupils were blown wide with lust as you blinked up at him. When you reached down to grab for his wrist– probably to move his hand where you wanted it– Sebastian withdrew the appendage entirely and tutted disapprovingly. Wordless as it was, the message was clear; you needed to confess the truth before he gave you anything more.
“I– I don’t know,” came your half-hearted reply. You were obviously embarrassed– Sebastian could tell that much– but that wouldn’t do. Not in the slightest.
He lowered his head so his lips were a hairs-width away from yours, then whispered, “I think you do. It’s not that hard, darling. Did you touch yourself while thinking of me? Yes, or no?”
A timid sound reverberated through your chest, your expression shifting into something resembling forlorn. Just as Sebastian was about to reassure you that it was fine and that it was just him here with you, your small voice reached his ears. “Yes.”
Fuck.
Chuckling breathlessly, he pressed you further. “And?”
You waited a few seconds, drawing in a deep, intentional breath before responding. “It… wasn’t the same.”
Merlin help him. He couldn’t wait anymore.
Sebastian closed the minuscule gap between your lips, kissing you ravenously as mental images of you touching yourself in the dead of night flooded his mind and left him feeling intoxicated. The arm he’d left braced by your head up until now moved so he could slide his hand under your neck, lifting you just enough to deepen the kiss, and he bullied his tongue into your mouth in some desperate attempt to taste you. A small whimper sounded from you, but you were quick to part your lips for him to grant him better access, and it was at that point Sebastian elected to dip a lone finger into your wet, waiting hole.
He swallowed up the startled moan you let loose greedily, relishing in how warm you felt inside and loving how your walls fluttered around his finger. You were so sensitive– so responsive– and Sebastian couldn’t fucking wait to hear you crying out his name. He wanted to catalog every sound you were capable of making away in his brain forever. He wanted to burn a lasting mark on your very soul in the hopes that the memory of him would never leave you.
Sebastian wanted all of you; your body, your soul, your mind. The mere thought of owning every fiber of your being left him feeling high as if he’d smoked a pouch of Mallowsweet, and drunk as though he’d downed a bottle of Firewhiskey. His blood burned hot with arousal, and a fat bead of precum oozed from the tip of his cock and dripped onto your thigh.
Not that you noticed, though. Sebastian was effectively consuming you– his kiss so thorough and so passionate that he didn’t doubt you were dizzy from it. That, along with the added addition of his finger probing deep inside you, meant that you were like putty in his hands.
Trembling.
Malleable.
You were entirely at his mercy as he stoked the flames of desire growing stronger in his gut and– by extension– yours.
Movement near his hip registered somewhere in the back of his mind, but it wasn’t until Sebastian felt your dainty fingers wrap around his cock that he gasped and broke away from your lips. You were the embodiment of sin looking up at him, with rosy cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and kiss-swollen lips that curled into a shy, seductive smile. He didn’t get a chance to say anything before you were swiping your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading around the precum there blindingly, and your efforts were met with the sound of Sebastian’s hoarse, guttural groan.
Euphoria and fear alike overtook him. It felt good– too good. He saw stars, and the moment they cleared, he was fighting tooth and nail against his baser urges.
“Fuck, don’t–” he almost fucking fell over sideways when you repeated the motion, and the curious glimmer in your eyes bordered dangerously close to wicked. He hissed through his teeth, “Shit, s-stop– stop. I’m serious.”
“Why do you get to touch me but I can’t touch you?”
The fact that you had the audacity to pout confirmed one thing very clearly for Sebastian: he truly had created a monster that night in his dorm. “This is going to end a lot faster than I’d like if you keep touching me.”
“Oh…” You trailed off in a low voice as a frown tugged at your lips before almost mournfully releasing his achingly hard shaft. “Does… does it not feel good?”
Bloody hell. Even without your hand on his cock, Sebastian was on the brink of cumming all over the place. Your wet, innocent eyes glistening with inexperienced uncertainty could prove to be a greater threat than your fingers, he wagered. His quick bark of laughter was airy and strained, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut as he shook his head. “The complete opposite, actually. It feels fucking amazing. But you’d be doing me a disservice if you forced me to finish now.”
Your body seemed to relax into the mattress, your relief at his clarification obvious and incredibly endearing. “Would that be bad? I don’t– I mean… I don’t have anything to compare to, so I doubt you could disappoint me.”
Heavens above– if only you knew what his internal monologue had sounded like in recent days. “Maybe, but I would definitely be disappointing myself. Especially considering the only part of me that’s been inside you is my finger.”
He curled the digit for emphasis, smirking to himself when you jolted slightly. “O-Okay, yeah. Point taken.”
Sebastian was satisfied with your acceptance, but he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet. He was positive he’d never been so hard in his fucking life– which was saying something when he stopped to remember how many times he had woken up in the middle of the night with the lingering, phantom feeling of your lips still around his cock. In those moments, he had sworn things couldn’t get any worse than that. But dreams evidently couldn’t hold a damn candle to the real thing.
Reminding himself that he had the entire day to spend with you helped soothe his frazzled nerves. There was no list of guidelines that stated sex was a one-round thing, and he mentally thanked the gods for that. He had no intention of letting you go so soon.
Without taking his eyes off of yours, Sebastian dexterously slid his finger out to add a second alongside it. His movements were cautious and slow as he pressed the tips of both digits in, watching you for any signs of pain or discomfort. Apart from a nervous sort of anticipation flitting across your face, he saw nothing that indicated he was hurting you, so he gingerly began pumping his fingers deeper.
It didn’t take long for his knuckles to end up flush to your cunt. The copious amounts of slick seeping from you made the slide infinitely easier, and as Sebastian took to curling and pressing the pads of his fingers against your innermost walls, your reactions were nothing short of mesmerizing.
“How does it feel?” Sebastian asked roughly. His mind and his body were at war with one another– both parts of himself struggling to decide whether or not to give in to the mounting pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach. He bit the inside of his cheek with so much force that he tasted blood. He’d already let himself come once just from feasting upon you two weeks ago– he could not pull such an amateur move a second time.
Your shaky, panted breaths were all he heard. Then you were murmuring, “It feels– hng– it’s good, it’s good.”
Humming his approval, Sebastian looked away from your face to seek out that one part of womanly anatomy he had read about once before. Not that he had intentionally sought out such information– not by a long shot. But by some stroke of luck, he had come across the bead of knowledge randomly once before, and seeing how focusing on it had pushed you over the edge the last time he’d been between your legs, he was eager to do so again.
It didn’t take him long to become reacquainted with the tiny bud. Every inch of your body Sebastian had already explored was dutifully committed to memory, and he doubted he could forget any of it if he tried. Twitching his fingers up, he planted his thumb against the crest of your folds and was instantly rewarded with the sound of your strangled gasp. Your spine arched towards him at the same time your heels dug into the mattress, and the long, drawn out moan that seemed to spill from your lips involuntarily was smothered when you slapped a hand over your mouth.
Sebastian’s nails dug into the back of your neck, and he leaned down to nudge your wrist with his nose. “No one can hear you out there– it’s just us. Only you and me.”
You squinted up at him blearily, crinkling your nose as you cast a fleeting glance towards the door. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”
His face went stony, if only for a flicker of a moment. “I’d never let anyone else hear you like this.”
Your arm twitched minutely before you let the limb fall beside your head. Then he was kissing you again– the action laced with promise and adoration. The attention he bestowed on your bundle of nerves never ceased, and the symphony of moans that fell rapidly from you were swallowed up by Sebastian as he licked, sucked, and bit at your lips hungrily. Your taste, your noises, the feeling of your body quivering and tensing against his– all of it left him dizzy with want.
Lost in the throes of pleasure, Sebastian boldly plunged his fingers deeper, his thumb sliding harder over your clit, and you abruptly broke away from the kiss to toss your head back and groan, “Gods, Sebastian…”
He shuddered like the wind had been knocked out of him, hot and harsh against your lips. Fuck. “Say it again. Say my name again.”
If there was anything Sebastian could safely claim to know about himself, the first was that he was a quick study. The second? There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Your smile, your praise, your satisfaction. All of it twined together in his mind the second he heard his name fall from your lips, and he continued his movements with newfound vigor so that every touch, every toe-curling pump of his fingers, had you shivering and writhing underneath him.
A bright, heady flush crept its way down your cheeks and beneath the neckline of your blouse, but despite your obvious embarrassment, you obliged him. You let Sebastian hear you as you whimpered his name– the word tangled up with stuttered sighs and half-stifled moans. You let him hear you when you warned him that you were close, that you were going to come, that you wanted to come.
The stars that had clouded his vision before came back with a vengeance when you cried out his name again and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in place as the wind was effectively knocked out of you. Sebastian watched you come apart with greedy eyes, drinking in the sight of your entire body tensing and squirming until the painful throbbing between his legs became too much to bear.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer.
“You’re so perfect,” Sebastian said in a quick rush as he withdrew his fingers, his cock twitching against his thigh when he shamelessly licked the evidence of your pleasure from his digits. “Gods, you taste so fucking good, too.”
There was a quiet tension hanging between both of you as he sat back on his haunches to begin unbuttoning your top. His movements were gentle– reverent– as he slipped the clothing over your shoulders, and his breath caught in his throat when he realized that you weren’t wearing anything beneath the shirt. Your laugh when you took note of his expression sounded like wind chimes, but Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to feel negatively about it. Strangely enough, a warm sentimentality overtook him as he helped you shed all of your clothing.
When you sat up to allow him to slide your blouse down your arms, he felt relieved that it was you he was doing this with for the first time. When he switched gears to begin removing his own clothing, he felt giddy knowing that only the walls were bearing witness to how blissed out he looked as he gazed upon your naked body. And when he settled back over you in a daze– his hands skimming lightly up your sides to savor the softness of your skin– he felt a dark possessiveness take root.
A primal sort of male-pride filled him as he delighted in the fact that you trusted him. You wanted this with him. No one else.
Done with his impromptu introspection, Sebastian slid his hands down your waist, over your pelvis, and finally wrapped them under your thighs. He hitched your legs up so they were bent on either side of his hips and cast a questioning look your way. His enthusiasm couldn’t outweigh his caution– not where you were concerned. “Are you ready?”
You gave him a shallow dip of your chin, your throat bobbing nervously. “Can I ask a stupid question?”
“Yes, I take the contraceptive potion.”
“Not that!” You slapped your hands over your face, trying and failing to hide your reddening cheeks. If anymore blood rushed to your head, Sebastian wagered you might pass out. Peeking at him through your fingers, he heard you mutter, “That is good to know though…”
He laughed softly as he began tenderly caressing your thighs. “What’s your question?”
“What if, um…” your voice dropped to a whisper. “What if it doesn’t… fit?”
Your eyes fell to Sebastian’s cock resting heavily above your folds, and it was his turn to flush, but not from embarrassment. His brows climbed up his forehead as he pulled you closer by your legs, and he couldn’t fight the smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, it’ll fit. Don’t you worry your pretty head about that, darling.”
Whether or not you believed him remained to be seen, but you did let your hands fall away from your face. You raised them above your head in an act of complete submission, and fuck– there was no way you could ever possibly know what that simple gesture did to him.
Wordlessly, Sebastian shifted his hips back and lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. The first push had you hiccuping and holding your breath, and as much as he wanted to urge you not to do that, he wasn’t faring any better. It was hot. Tight and wet and way more overwhelming than he could have imagined. His heart was beating against his sternum so aggressively that he was certain you could hear it, and he had to blink rapidly to keep his wits about him. He still had a ways to go before he was fully sheathed, but for your sake and for his, he paused his movements.
When he spotted your eyes clamped shut, he willed himself to groan, “You alright?”
“Mhm,” you squeaked in quite possibly the most unconvincing way possible. “Just– just give me a second. It’s… a lot.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
A few terse seconds ticked by, and with a few murmured reassurances from him, you eventually opened your eyes and nodded up at him. “Okay. Maybe just… go slow for a bit.”
Hell, if he had waited this long, he could wait a little longer. He smiled and grunted in confirmation, then looked down to watch as another sliver of his cock disappeared inside of your wet, fluttering walls. You must have instinctively realized that holding your breath wasn’t the right thing to do, because the sound of your measured, shaky inhales graced Sebastian’s ears, and he made a point to mirror your breathing. Muted whispers of “Relax” and “There you go, just breathe” were the only words he spoke, and when his hips were finally flush to your rear, he sighed his praise into the empty air above him. “Good girl… fuck.”
The way you suddenly clenched around his shaft almost sent him careening over the side of the bed, but your muffled moan acted as his anchor. Sebastian looked down at you in shock– trying and failing to process what the hell had just happened– but it wasn’t easy to utilize his brain with your cunt threatening to snap his cock clean off.
“What– really?” The teasing lilt to his voice was almost completely hidden beneath its strain, but you still picked up on it.
“I– I don’t know,” you groaned bitterly. “If you’re just going to keep teasing me, we can call it quits here–”
“I’m done, I’m done,” he promised in a rush. Even still, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I just wasn’t expecting you to like hearing that so much.”
You huffed out a dry laugh, then lifted one of your legs to hook around his hip. Digging your heel into the small of his back forced him to abandon his hold on your other thigh so he could brace himself over you using his forearm, but the twinkle in your eyes told Sebastian that you liked the closer proximity better. It also told him that you were ready for more.
He was a quick study, after all.
His first few thrusts were shallow and slow. Partly because he needed to figure out what you could handle, but also partly because he couldn’t get enough of how your lashes fluttered every time he bottomed out. Barely there moans slipped past your parted lips, and when Sebastian testingly ground into you after a particularly grating pump of his hips, you groaned unabashedly.
Gods, he was losing his fucking mind. Burying his head against your throat was the only thing he could do to keep himself from losing control, but the fact that the deep breath he sucked down was laced with your tantalizing scent didn’t help him at all. Every facet of your being was smothering his senses. It was the ultimate test of his restraint.
Eventually, he felt your arms wrap loosely around his neck. You sounded winded when you asked, “Are you okay? We can slow down if you need to.”
Slow down? Hah…
Sebastian picked up his head to fix his eyes on yours, and even if you hadn’t blanched, he would have known there was a fire burning in them. “You have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.”
Your gulp was audible. Then, much like before when you’d caught him red-handed with your undergarments, you seemingly steeled your nerves and tried to meet him half-way. “Then don’t. I can handle it, I promise.”
Bloody hell.
Sebastian searched your eyes for permission. As soon as he found it– and thank Merlin he did– he was kissing you again, distracting you with his teeth and his tongue as he withdrew his cock languidly. When he sank back in, his pace was only slightly faster than before, but the difference was insane. His head felt lighter, his nerves blazed to life, and the tight coil that had been looming in the pit of his stomach since before you’d walked in on him earlier made its presence known.
You scrambled to hook your other leg around his waist– barely given the room to do so before his thrusts became more powerful, more forceful. He felt fucking feral, but you’d always done that to him. You always brought out the parts of himself that he tried to keep hidden. Without any effort on your part, you had him acting a fool time and time again, unaware of the full extent of your influence over him.
In the past, Sebastian would say it drove him mad. Now, though? He embraced it. He reveled in it. Only you could make his brain switch off so flawlessly. Only you could reduce him to a desperate, lust-drunk idiot, and he was well past the point of caring.
Each slam of his hips into yours brought wet, sloppy squelching with it. His bed creaked furiously as his tempo increased, but if breaking the frame was the price to pay for getting to experience this moment, he would gladly sleep on the floor for the rest of his fucking life. The force of his thrusts punched airy moans from your lungs, and the sting of your nails biting into his neck intermingled with the pleasure coursing through him beautifully. Entrusting you to keep your ankles hooked around him, Sebastian released your thigh to bring his hand to your face, thumbing over your cheekbone and grinning when his touch prompted you to abandon your attempts at keeping your voice down. The tightness in his gut amplified tenfold when his name tumbled from your lips, and Sebastian let loose a groan of his own.
“Say it again,” he whispered, pausing with his cock fully buried in your unbelievably wet cunt. He was giving it his all– trying to stop himself from ending everything so soon. “Again– say my name again.”
You blinked up at him with a hazy, fucked-out expression that would singlehandedly fuel his masturbation sessions until the day he died. “S-Sebastian,” you groaned. “More, give me more. Please, Sebastian.”
He damn near folded you in half the moment the plea left your lips. He buried his face in your shoulder, wrenched one of your arms away from his neck to lace his fingers tight with yours, then started hammering home like a trueborn deviant. He’d be feeling this later– you would, too– but he hoped that would be the case. He wanted to come back to this moment later on. If he could relive the feeling of your legs around his waist, of your nails biting into his flesh, of your wet cunt swallowing his cock up hungrily… fuck, what else did he need?
More to the point, Sebastian silently prayed that you would remember everything, too. If the aches and bruises that would no doubt litter your body after the fact made you think of him, he could die a happy man.
The mounting pressure in the pit of his stomach threatened to burst. Sebastian groaned, mouthing brainlessly against the skin of your throat as he rammed his cock into you harder and faster. While he still had some tiny, barely there semblance of control over not finishing, he had long since lost the ability to keep his voice down. Between labored grunts and guttural moans, he said, “Good– so good– you’re so good for me. Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
The gasp that escaped you brought a wicked smile to Sebastian’s lips, and even though you tried to stifle the whimper that followed, it was pointless. He heard it all the same, and he felt the way your walls tightened in response to his praise. Gods, he never could have imagined something so simple having such a complex effect on you. His mere words could bring you higher to the edge?
His ego had officially quadrupled in size.
He felt your fingers curl until your nails dug into the back of his hand, every inch of your body tensing as your own pleasure grew. “I’m– gods, please Sebastian. I think– hng.”
Keeping his head low, Sebastian turned so his lips were directly against the shell of your ear. Almost condescendingly, he cooed, “I know. Go on, give me another one. Please? Be a good girl and give me one more– just one more.”
Your walls tightened around his cock impossibly further, senseless babble sounding from you as he weaponized your affinity for praise. When Sebastian slipped his hand free from yours to wedge it between your bodies and thumb at your clit again, it was a bonafide miracle you didn’t break his shaft off entirely. The way he could feel your climax reaching its peak was utterly maddening. It was too much, but he held out that little bit longer until he was sure you were coming apart beneath him.
Your arms shot out to wrap around his shoulders, and your knees dug into his sides as you clenched your legs around his waist with suffocating strength. Sebastian kept slamming into you all the while– kept rubbing those tormenting little circles against your clit– but he had the good grace to move his face over yours so he could kiss you. The hoarse, hiccuping moans he milked from you were swallowed up by him animalistically.
He had meant it earlier when he’d said no one was allowed to hear you like this. No one but him.
The feeling of you convulsing around him was more than enough for that coil in his stomach to finally snap. Unable and unwilling to hold himself back any longer, Sebastian groaned loud against your lips, his thrusts turning stuttered and frantic as you slowly came back to yourself. His brows pinched together as he desperately reached the point of no return, and then he felt you pull his head down so you could press your lips against his ear like he had done.
“Inside. Inside– please?”
He fucking screamed.
Sebastian drove his hips into yours with so much force that it knocked you a few inches up the bed. Not that it made much of a difference, though. You were still clinging to him with every remaining ounce of strength you possessed. The hand he’d previously slipped between your bodies flew out to grip your thigh with bruising strength, and he let the majority of his weight settle over you as he rocked his hips into you before finally stilling.
Fuck.
It took a while for his body to quit trembling. There was no way to gauge the validity of his assumption, but he was positive he’d never cum so hard or so much. He genuinely wondered if the mess was seeping out at this point, but when that fleeting thought caused his cock to twitch inside of you again, he banished it to the far reaches of his mind.
He needed a minute to collect his bearings before his own body tried killing him.
Still out of breath, Sebastian decided to stop smothering you. He pushed himself up on shaky arms and carefully pulled out, then fell beside you against the bed. He didn’t hesitate before gathering you up in his arms, deriving a gross amount of satisfaction in the way you snuggled against his chest as though it was your gods-granted right to do so, and you sighed contentedly when he took to grazing his nails lightly over your back.
The moment was interrupted, however, when you leaned into him more with a frown tugging at your lips. You reached behind yourself to fish out something that had been pressing into you uncomfortably, and when you brought your arm back around, the undergarments Sebastian had swiped from your bedroom were dangling from your fingers.
“Oh…” he muttered, averting his gaze to the ceiling to better hide the guilt glimmering in his eyes. “Sorry again for that… don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”
“Do you want them?”
Nevermind the ceiling– he went right back to staring at you, his mouth hanging open in blatant shock. “Uh, what?”
The underwear was pushed closer towards his face, and if he didn’t have a pillow blocking his way, he would have leaned back more. Undeterred, you repeated, “Do you want them? I don’t mind. I probably would have thrown them away soon, anyway. They’re kind of…”
His wide eyes jumped from you to the underwear, then back to you. “Old?” he helpfully supplied.
“Yeah… well if you want them, they’re yours. Or the other pair.” You tossed the clothing to the foot of the bed, then turned back to face him with a coy smile playing on your pretty face. “Or you can forget about the underwear and just have me instead.”
The sight of you leaning towards him with your bare breasts seductively crushed between your arms had his blood supply splitting between the upper and lower halves of his body. While some of it rushed to heat his cheeks, most of it took a nosedive straight for his cock. Merlin…
“Oh, no,” he drawled as he reached for you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You laughed playfully when he hauled you back against his chest, and the weight of your body pressing down on his evicted the blood in his face and sent it lower with the rest. “I get to have you all to myself in exchange for giving up your underwear? What a dilemma…”
“You’d better choose carefully,” you managed to say between giggles. “There’s a right answer, and I’ll be pretty disappointed if you pick the wrong one.”
Sebastian wasn’t arrogant to think of himself as smart. He got good grades, studied when he needed to, and never turned in assignments late. That didn’t mean he didn’t make poor choices every now and then, though. His track record for stupid decisions was impressive, and there was a long list of people who would wholeheartedly agree with him if he had the guts to ask.
But this choice? It was a no-brainer for him.
If the searing kiss he gave you and the full length of his cock twitching back to life against you wasn’t enough of an answer, he would gladly proclaim a thousand times that he chose you. Sebastian had chosen you a long time ago, and he would always choose you when it came down to it.
