Sebastian is startled awake at the sound of something vibrating repeatedly against the wooden planks of his floor. He fumbles his hand around groggily for the culprit, before his fingers clasp onto his cellphone. He pulls it up to his face, allowing his eyes to focus on several messages pouring in on the bright screen. He skims over them for a moment without absorbing any of their content before his eyes settle on the analog clock plastered against his all black wallpaper, the time of 3:02AM almost taunting him.
Sebastian does a double-take at what he sees, and with that is able to fully register the state of his surroundings. He takes a beat to recognize that his other hand has found its way down from your back to your ass, cupping your body snug against his pelvis. Your head has moved from its resting position on his chest, into his neck; lips open and flush against his skin, hot breaths of air tickling his neck with each exhale you take. In your sleep, the two of you have managed to intertwine your legs together, his leg slotted in between your thighs, flush against your crotch. Your fingers are warm against the bare skin of his stomach, creeping their way up underneath the hem of his shirt. The blanket the two of you had been using previously is discarded on the floor. For a second, Sebastian is almost certain he’s still dreaming.
He’s pulled from his trance at the feeling of his phone vibrating in his hand again. He takes a moment to reread the messages filling its screen; an active conversation between Sam, Abigail and Victor, all three of them inquiring about Sebastian’s whereabouts.
Abby: he’s probs sleeping tbh
Sam: mannnnn
Sam: he was supposed 2 be on hours ago 🤧
Victor: Should we start another game without him?
Abby: yess
Abby: he can join next game if he wakes up 🤣
Sebastian can’t help the smirk that finds its way onto his lips as he sends off his reply.
Seb: can’t 2nite
Sam: wtf why
Victor: ^
Seb: busy
Sam: 😑
Abby: no way ur bitchass is too busy for a fucking computer game🤨
Sam: too busy beating ur dick to (Y/N)’s selfies ig😪
Victor has emphasized Abby’s message.
Sebastian opens the camera app on his phone, careful not to disturb you as he repositions himself to get a better shot of the two of you together. You suck in a sharp breath at his sudden movement, and he pauses for a beat, willing you to stay asleep. When you whine out a soft breath and settle back into his neck, nuzzling your face deeper into his skin, he can’t help the shudder that racks its way through his body in reaction. He moves his phone to capture the both of you completely, angling it just enough for them to get a good view of your ass gripped tightly in his palm. He takes the picture, and studies it for a brief moment before sending it off to the group chat.
He’s sure to save the picture to his camera roll for his own safekeeping before sending it off; the picture his poorly lit by nothing more than the bright blue ‘NO SIGNAL’ screen glaring from his television, but it’s just bright enough to make out the two of you pressed closely together on his couch. Your mouth is slightly agape, lips pressed taught against the base of his neck. One of your hands grips harshly at the collar of his shirt while the other one is pressed flat against his stomach underneath its hem. Sebastian has the cool metal of one of his snake bites snagged within his teeth in the picture, a slight, shit eating grin hanging off of his lips. The picture ends right at his hand gripping your body flush against his, the curves of your silhouette only heightened by the cool, dim lighting. It takes less than 5 seconds for his phone to be vibrating twice as quickly at the speed of the responses coming through.
Sam: dude
Sam: no way
Victor: 😳
Sam: is that the real deal or did u find a way to turn her pics into a holograph 👀
Abby: i stand corrected! 😭😭😭
Sam: cuz if she’s a holo u need to share dat mf w me nfs
Victor: That is definitely the real (Y/N)😂
Abby: Sam😭stfu
Sam: NO WAYYYYY😭
Abby: HELLO I NEED CONTEXT
Victor has emphasized Abby’s message.
Sam has emphasized Abby’s message.
Seb: don’t get crazy
Seb: she just came over to watch our show
Seb: n then we fell asleep watching
Seb: that’s all lol
Abby: our show👀
Sam has emphasized Abby’s message.
Victor has emphasized Abby’s message.
Seb: ok
Seb: the show she and I both happen to watch*
Seb: u guys r so fucking annoying
Sam: 😍wait keep going I’m almost there
Seb: ?
Abby has thumbs downed Sam’s message
Abby: ok anyways…
Victor: But the two of you are looking rather close to having just been watching “your” show together, no?
Sam: ^ wat he said
Sam: 👀
Abby: 👀
Seb: well she was fallin asleep while we were watching so i offered for her to come sleep on me
Abby: oh Sebastian always the gentleman 😍
Sam: why don’t u do that for me when im falling asleep playing games at ur house w u💔
Victor: You are not nearly as charming or good looking as (Y/N) is, Sam
Seb has emphasized Victor’s message.
Abby has emphasized Victor’s message.
Sam: yo wtf
Sam: fuck all of u btw 💔
Victor: 😘
Abby: im still in fucking shock u bailed on us for a real girl and not some AI sex chat bot
Abby: dare i say im proud of u?
Abby: 🥴
Seb: gross
Seb: speaking of
Seb: i’m going back to the beautiful sleeping woman in my arms
Seb: goodnight losers in my phone
Sebastian doesn’t stick around for the mantra of notifications that are sure to follow suit. He instead turns off his phone entirely, refocusing his attention solely on you. He slides his hand up the curve of your back, raking his dull nails against the exposed skin. He can feel goosebumps begin to form, following the path of his fingertips. He uses his other hand to brush his fingers gently over your face, starting at the apples of your cheeks before dragging them down softly, following along your jawline to your bottom lip. He watches in silent awe as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek at the sensation.
“(Y/N),” he coos into your ear, and you stir softly against him at the sound, pushing your face closer into his neck and groaning. He whispers your name again softly, brushing a few stray pieces of hair out of your eyes as you blink them open. You take a few moments to readjust to the dim lighting of the room, yawning wildly as you push yourself up against his chest to soak in your surroundings.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He teases you softly, and your eyes snap over to glare at him briefly before rubbing a tired hand over your face.
“I think I’m still sleeping.” Your voice is thick and groggy with exhaustion when you speak, and Sebastian finds himself chuckling lowly at the sound. He lets his fingernails graze against your bare back once more, reveling in the way your body so easily melts back against his.
“It’s like, three in the morning right now.” He whispers to you, and at that, your body lurches upward, eyes instantly blown wide in a panic. Your hand flies down from the collar of his shirt, smacking harshly against his lower abdomen in an attempt to push yourself up from your lying position. He hisses out a sharp breath with the sudden blow to his gut, and you wince at the sound, moving your hand to squeeze his inner thigh at a sheepish attempt at comfort. Sebastian’s dick tugs inside of his pants at the feel, and if you notice, he’s eternally grateful for the fact that you don't mention it.
“‘M so sorry.” you rush out before continuing, “Is it really that late?”
Sebastian nods his head, and you groan in response, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. You rub your hands over your face a few times, trying to rid yourself of your sleep. Sebastian watches you lazily for a moment as you take a beat to adjust to your surroundings before making an attempt to stand up from the couch. Sebastian grabs your wrist, holding you steady in place.
“Where are you going?” He asks, and you give him a curious look in response.
“Home?” Your answer sounds more like a question. Sebastian shakes his head softly at you before speaking.
“It’s too late.” His head lolls to the side, bangs falling wispily in front of his eyes as he continues. “I’ll walk you back in the morning. You can just stay here tonight.”
You raise your eyebrows at Sebastian’s suggestion, and he rolls his eyes back playfully. “I can sleep here, and you can sleep in my bed if that’ll make you feel better about it.”
“I mean, we already spent half the night together on the couch.” You huff out a laugh.“We can just both move to the bed.”
Yours and Sebastian’s responses mirror each other from before, but in reverse; his eyebrows shoot up in a teasing jest as you roll your eyes a lot less playful than he did prior in response. You send your open palm into his chest, slapping it softly before moving to stand. You turn to face him, placing one hand on your hip as you sassily jut it out to your side. Your other hand extends towards Sebastian, offering to help him up.
Sebastian hesitates in taking your hand, his eyes greedily lapping up the silhouette of your curves against dim light. He sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, toying with the pierced ring absentmindedly. Sebastian casually pushes himself up from his laying position, swinging his lower half off of the couch. He readjusts himself languidly, spreading his thighs and stretching his legs out, caging your lower body within them where you stand. As he finally moves to grab your hand, you pull it away, letting it fall with the other to smack softly against his thighs.
You bend your body forward towards him, pressing your weight down onto him as you inch closer to his face. He lets his hand fall to his side, leaning further into the backrest of the couch. You smile at him sweetly, but your eyelids are hooded in a way that conveys a completely different story.
“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, sultry in tone when you speak. “What, you got a crush on me or something?”
Sebastian can feel the heat of his flush spreading across his face and chest, but he doesn’t care. He almost feels drunk off of the sight of you like this; arching your body directly before him, giving him an excellent display of your cleavage spilling out of his oversized top. Combined with his sleep deprived delirium, and fiery hot adrenaline pumping through his veins, Sebastian feels more confident in this moment with you right now than he’s felt probably in his whole life.
“‘N what if I do?” His voice is cool and low to match yours when he replies. He brings both of his hands to rub up your arms, and you hum out at the feeling, looking off to the side in faux thought.
“Maybe… you should do something about it then.”
Your eyes are sparkling with a mischievous glint as you taunt him, seemingly enjoying the way his muscles flex uncontrollably beneath the palms of your hands as you drag them higher up his thighs. Sebastian lets a sharp breath out through his nose, pushing himself closer to you. His eyes fall down to your lips, biting the metal of his piercing between his teeth once more. You inch your face closer to his again, but he pulls back slightly just before the two of your lips touch.
“What?” His voice is thick with amusement as he parrots your previous statement back to you. “You got a crush on me or something?
You chuckle incredulously at his sudden gall, so out of character for the dark-haired male you’ve grown to know and care for over these past few months. It was a version of him you could easily get used to, nonetheless. You bring your knee up and slot it in between his thighs, sliding it forward to press down onto his crotch. You hear a low moan at the back of his throat as you move to straddle him, his hands quickly coming up to your hips to help guide you back down into his lap.
You throw an arm around his neck, pressing your chest flush against his. “I didn’t think I could be any more obvious.”
“I can be a little dense sometimes.” Sebastian’s eyes remain focused on your lips as he speaks, watching closely as they curve upward with amusement.
“A little?”
At your jest, Sebastian’s eyes flicker to meet yours for a brief moment, before dropping his hands from your hips onto your ass, gripping you against him hard and leaning forward to capture your lips in his. It’s slow at first, the cool feeling of his snake bite piercings sending shivers down your spine as he languidly moves his lips against yours. He takes the time to savor the moment; the feeling of your throbbing heat pressed flush against his cock, fully hard and straining against the thin fabric of his pants. How infectious you smell, your natural aroma mixing with the fresh outdoorsy scent of his body wash. How you taste against his lips as your kissing becomes increasingly more and more hungry. He grazes the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, almost as if he were asking for permission to enter your mouth completely. You gasp softly into his mouth at the sensation, and he takes it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss.
Your hands fly up into his frizzy black tufts, tugging his body impossibly closer to yours. He groans loudly at the dull ache in his scalp, hips bucking up into your core in a desperate attempt to find friction. The cooling metal sensation of his midline piercing is dizzying as he works his tongue inside of your mouth. You start to grind your hips in rhythm with his, and Sebastian is only able to manage kissing for a few moments more before pulling back with a lewd ‘pop!’ Sound.
“Fuck…” his voice is raspy, yet whiney in a way that immediately has you sopping against his sweats. He’s panting as he speaks, hot breaths fanning across the exposed skin of your collar bone while he fights to find his breath. “Fuck, (Y/N). You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
You nod your head quickly in response. “Me too.”
Sebastian’s lids are heavy with arousal as he stares at you through his bangs. He’s looking at you as if he might devour you; judging from the pressure pressing hard in between your thighs, you think he’s just about ready to do so. He leans forward and begins pressing open mouthed kisses against the naked skin of your neck, sucking softly as he travels downwards towards your breasts.
“Wish we coulda… done this … sooner…” He breathes out as he makes his descent on your chest. He presses one last kiss in between your breasts, before flattening his tongue against you, lazily dragging it back up your body. Sebastian groans at the taste of the sweat on your skin, working his way back up; this time towards your jaw. You drop your arms back down to his shoulders, hips stuttering against his. The moan that rips through your body is almost animalistic in response.
You feel almost stupid off of his touch; you nod your head again rapidly, almost too worked up to get out your reply.
“Me too.” You whine again. Sebastian peers up at you through his lashes as he suckles hungrily at the skin of your jawline. You keep babbling, struggling hard to form a coherent thought. “Almost thought… you didn’t like me…like that.”
Sebastian all but growls before pulling back, bringing one of his hands up to catch your jaw. He brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheek softly, before pressing it taut against your lips. “Always have.” He huffs out, and he almost sounds angry when he says it. And he is; pissed that he’s deprived himself of you like this for so long. Glassy eyes and raged breathing, squirming desperately on top of him, itching to somehow get closer. He tugs at one of your arms hanging around his neck, grabbing onto your wrist as it falls and placing your hand on top of his clothed cock. He revels in the way you just about drool at the feeling of it jumping in your palm.
“How’s this feel? Feel like I like you, hmm?” And he’s looking at you in that way that makes it hard for you to think again. You whine, pathetic and low and the back of your throat as you begin to palm him through the fabric of his pants. Sebastian’s breathing picks up at the feeling, but it isn’t until you part your lips, bringing the tip of his thumb into your mouth to suck on that he truly loses his sense of self control.
“Fuck.” He breathes out, head slumping onto the back of the couch. You watch in awe as his lashes flutter wildly against his flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling rapidly as you work him through his sweats. “I- hah- think I like you too much. I’m not gonna fucking last.”
You giggle around his finger before pulling back. Sebastian is able to open his eyes long enough to witness the string of spit form between your bottom lip and his thumb, and he almost cum’s right there at the sight.
“S’okay,” you lean closer to him to whisper into his ear. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good.”
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hihi!! my name is luna n this is my first post on tumblr (to the tune of pinkpanthress' illegal) lol just a small Sebastian blurb that is actually part of a much larger, more explicit fic that was posted onto archive of our own called I Dreamed of You Amid the Flowers, so pls check out the entire thing there if you find yourself interested :3 I hope u enjoyed this little blurb regardless
