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Sebastian might have been slightly overzealous with his request at the beginning of the week. You had stopped by on a Monday in the earlier hours of the day, cheeks and ears still adorning a slight pink blush from the crisp morning air. He’d noticed that you’d seemed to have created a habit of stopping by his room for quick conversation on your way to the mines in the mornings, and in turn he’d been making an effort to force himself out of bed a little earlier to greet you fully. As you made your way through his bedroom door and over to his desk, he shot up a warm smile in your direction.
“Good morning.” You say softly, taking a seat on the arm of his couch and shifting your legs in his direction. Sebastian hums softly in response , bringing his eyes up from his computer screen to meet yours. “Morning.” You hear him hit a few more keys on the keyboard before he turns, moving from his chair to come stand at the front of his desk, a bit closer to you.
“Mines again?” He asks casually, leaning his body weight back onto the desk. You nod your head lazily as you stretch your arms above your head, yawning wide. He can help but let out a small chuckle at the sight.
“Sorry.” You smile at him sheepishly before continuing. “Late night last night, but I still wanted to stop by and say hello before I made my way up there.”
“I appreciate it.” He says warmly, and he truly does. Getting to see you one-on-one early in the mornings has become quite the start to his day, giving him good reason to find his way from out underneath his covers much earlier than he normally would. He finds himself feeling off on days he doesn’t get this time with you to himself. He thinks back on the few instances you’d caught him still lounging in bed well past ten, forced to greet you with messy-hair and low hanging sweats. Probably not the best look for him but you never seemed to mind or notice, standing timidly on the other side of his door, hands outstretched with a sparkling quartz inside of them.
Sebastian pulls himself from his thoughts to see you staring inquisitively at him, most likely anticipating the answer to a question he didn’t quite catch. His eyebrows shoot up involuntarily as he realizes, and you let out a small laugh in response.
“I asked you about Severance.” You giggle at him. “Have you started it yet?”
“I actually just got caught up a couple of days ago.” He replies, moving his arms from his sides to cross over his chest. You grin, clasping your hands in excitement.
“That was quick!” You say keenly. “But it’s really just that good, right? I binged the entire first season in 3 days like, a month and a half before the second season came out.”
Sebastian nods in agreement. “I had faith in your recommendation, but honestly didn’t expect it to be that good.” He pauses for a beat before continuing. “The newest episode comes out this Friday. Maybe if you’re free you could swing by here, and we could watch it together?” He wants to cringe at how lame his delivery sounds, but holds off at the sight of your eyes lighting up at the invitation.
“I’d love to!” You say, jumping up from your spot on his couch, and grasping at his forearms, squeezing lightly. “It’s a date!”
That was four days ago, and the words “It’s a date!” had been swimming around in his head for the entirety of the time passing; Only to be further exacerbated by an innocent text from you at the start of the day, asking if he’d mind if you used his shower to wash up and could borrow a change of more comfortable clothes to watch the show in. If he’d mind, he’d thought to himself incredulously before shooting off that “ofc, no prob!” text in response.
Sebastian felt as if time had crawled its way to the arranged meeting time of five, and you’d found him readjusting some figurines on his desk for the umpteenth time that day when you finally made your way into his bedroom. When he turns to greet you, he lets himself pause for a moment, drinking in the sight.
Your hair is wild, pulled back in a poor attempt at a loose, low hanging-bun. Your cheeks are painted in a combination of pink flush and thick black soot, evidently from your trip down into the mine caverns; the clothes you wear are adorned in a similar dark muck. You brush your hands over your shirt in an attempt to smooth it out, but it’s fruitless. Sebastian watches you fondly as you puff a breath of air out through your lips, willing your fly aways out of your line of vision.
“Made it in one piece.” He comments jokingly, moving away from his bookshelf and over to his bed to grab the clothes he’d pulled out for you in advance. You come closer to him, dropping your bag off your shoulder and at the foot of his bedframe.
“Barely.” You snort in response. “I almost had my ass handed to me a few times down there.”
Sebastian huffs out a laugh at that. “Yeah, Sam and I honestly tend to stay towards the surface of the mines. It can get pretty crazy the deeper down you go.”
Sebastian brings his eyes to meet yours as he hands you his clothes, and is met with a teasing smile hanging from your lips. “What, are you two scared or something?”
“What? No!” Sebastian can feel the heat rising on the back of his neck at your jest. “If anyone is scared between the two of us, it’s definitely Sam.”
“Ohhh.” You coo out, and Sebastian rolls his eyes at you playfully before taking a seat on the bed. “Of course, Sam is the one keeping you from venturing down further.”
“He is!” Sebastian’s hands fly up in playful defense as he feels the heat from his neck travel towards his cheeks. You quirk an eyebrow at him before retrieving your bag from its spot on the floor and making your way over to the bathroom.
“If that’s the case…” You hum as you rest your hand on the doorknob. “I might need you the next time I go down in the mines. I could definitely use a big, strong, brave man such as yourself to protect me down there.”
Sebastian is positive his entire face is red now. He watches you, speechless, as you stick your tongue out at him teasingly, before slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you. He shudders out an anxious breath he hadn’t realized he was holding onto, before falling back. He lets his body hit the mattress with a soft thump. You have no idea what you did to him.
Sebastian swipes a hand over his face, groaning as the shower head wills to life in the next room. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the lewd thoughts threatening to pass through his mind. He most definitely did not want to be thinking of you, stripping down to just your underclothes, body checking in the very mirror he readies himself in daily. And he certainly didn’t need to be thinking of your body, hot and wet in that shower, breasts and thighs shining with a soapy sheen from his shower products. He can’t even bring himself to imagine you sharing his same fresh, forresty scent once you step out.
At the feeling of his half-hard dick jumping in his sweats, Sebastian is quickly propelled from his thoughts and his seat, as he makes his way across the room to find something to busy himself with while waiting for you. He settles on his toying with his television set until you get out.
When you do finally emerge from his bathroom, you appear much more relaxed than you were previously. Your hair, still damp, is neatly braided into two pigtail plaits, falling softly down your back. The clothes you’ve borrowed from him are only slightly too big, the stretched collar of the graphic black tee falling just enough to expose your shoulder and collar bone. His sweatpants were double-tied around your waist and pooled around your ankles due to the height difference. Sebastian fights hard to keep himself from outworldly swooning.
“Sorry if I took long.” You say as you make your way over to him on the couch, but Sebastian shakes his head to let you know it’s no worry. You smile softly at him as you crawl into your seat, stretching your legs out to rest on his lap. You stop yourself just before the two of you touch, cocking your head to the side slightly as if to ask if it’s alright. Sebastian can’t help but chuckle before placing a hand onto your legs, resting them on his thighs. He grabs the remote off his desk next to him and turns to you expectantly.
“Ready?” He asks, and you nod excitedly in reply. He rests his hands on your knees as you shimmy around to get comfortable in your spot, propping your head up on your hand to watch.
As the show plays, Sebastian can’t help but want to shift his focus from the screen over to you. He indulges himself a few times, glancing over to watch you watch the show. It’s only a few minutes into the episode before he notices your eyes becoming heavier, lids fluttering closed for longer periods of time in between blinks, only to jolt open at the sound of something loud on-screen. Only after your head droops forward, and you start awake with a small gasp, does he decide to take a chance, sliding a hand up past your knee and onto your thigh before squeezing gently to gain your attention. You rub your fingers over your eyes before bringing them to meet his.
“Sorry.” You whisper, smiling sheepishly. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”
“Don’t apologize.” He whispers back. “I can grab you a blanket off my bed if you want to lie down.” You’re quick to shake your head no, and Sebastian quirks an eyebrow at you in response.
“I feel bad.” You pout, and Sebastian melts as you continue. “I mean, I came over to watch the show with you, and we haven’t even watched ten minutes worth of the episode.”
“I can put something else on while you nap.” He offers, but you shake your head again.
“Then I’ll really feel bad.” You pout harder this time. Sebastian squeezes your thigh again in an effort to comfort you, and he swears he can feel goosebumps rising on your skin beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. He chalks it up to the cool temperature of his room and moves to get up from the couch, but the soft touch of your fingers grasping onto his arm keeps him anchored in place. “Seriously, Seb. I’m fine.”
He purses his lips at you thoughtfully. “Seriously, (Y/N). I don’t mind either way.” You scrunch your nose at him before sighing out, accepting your defeat rather easily. He smirks at you before copying your jest from earlier, quickly flashing his tongue at you, shining silver jewelry on display at its center. He pats your leg twice gently, and you pull them back off of his lap, allowing him the space to get up from the couch. As he stands, he swears he can see a soft pink blush swimming onto your cheeks against the harsh blue light of the television.
Sebastian isn’t entirely sure where this sudden burst of confidence has come from, but he decides he wants to continue riding its high until he no longer can. He grabs a fleece blanket off the edge of his bed before making his way back over to you on his couch, taking a seat on the opposite side. He stretches his leg out next to where you’re seated and adjusts his body until he’s lying down, chest facing you. He reaches his hand towards you, making a ‘come hither’ motion.
“C’mere, (Y/N)” His voice is back to a whisper, almost as if he’s afraid to startle you. With the way you’re looking at him, eyes wide and doe-like, staring back at him innocently like you can’t believe the words he’s just said; he almost can’t recognize you as the confident, outwardly friendly and overly flirtatious girl he’d come to know you as. When you hesitate for a moment, he extends his hand toward you further, using his other arm to push himself up off the couch slightly. He smiles up at you through his bangs.
“C’mon.” When you do take his hand to steady yourself, he rubs his fingers over your knuckles softly, before helping to pull your body on top of his. “Besides, you know I’m always down for a nap.”
Sebastian can feel your body vibrate with the little giggle you let out in reply, and he has to fight against a full-body shudder in reaction. He prays silently to himself you can’t hear the sound of his increasing heart rate as you rest your head onto his chest. He spreads his legs slightly to allow you more room to slot yourself in between them, hooking your ankle with his while you settle into your spot. Sebastian drapes the blanket over the two of you as you slide your hands up to rest on his stomach. His hands slip beneath the plush fabric to slide down and rest on your lower back, right above the band of his borrowed sweatpants. You find yourself smiling amusedly into his chest at the gesture of stopping just above your ass.
“Is this okay?” He asks, and you nod your head sleepily in reply before yawning, nuzzling your face further into his chest. Before long, your breaths have evened out, signaling that you’ve fallen fast asleep on his chest. Sebastian takes a deep breath in through his nose, taking his time to waft in the lingering cedar wood scent hanging off of your skin. His mind flashes back to his previous thoughts of you in the shower, lathering yourself up in his bodywash, and he curses silently to himself as the blood rushes from his head down to his crotch. When his cock throbs against your abdomen, he thanks Yoba you aren’t awake to feel it.
Sebastian closes his eyes and forces himself to focus on pacing his breathing with yours, more so to control himself from rutting up into your stomach over anything else. Before he realizes what’s happened, Sebastian is sound asleep beneath you, chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours.
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.”
You can hear Sebastian whimper as you catch his earlobe between your teeth, nibbling softly. He takes a brief moment to collect himself before he slots both of his hands under your ass, gripping you against him hard. He swiftly stands up from the couch in one fluid movement, and you yelp softly into his ear in shock. You’re honestly a little surprised by his strength, and incredibly attracted to how easily he was able to lift you. He’s stronger than he looks.
Sebastian chuckles to himself as he easily navigates across his room, tossing you onto his bed and crawling over top of you. He runs a hand up your clothed thigh, stopping only to cup you through your pants.
“Take these off.” He huffs out, pressing his hand harder against your heat. Your hands come up from your sides, quickly working on the tie of your borrowed sweatpants, and Sebastian sits up to help you. You lift your hips off the bed, and he slides your pants off in one clean swoop, tossing them to the side. He hooks his fingers onto the collar of his shirt next, tugging it over his head to discard on the floor with your clothing. You suck your knuckle in between your teeth, shamelessly raking your eyes over his toned, exposed chest. Sebastian smirks knowingly at you when your eyes finally meet his.
“Like what you see?” He asks you cheekily. You nod innocently, lazily batting your eyelashes at him in response. He licks his lips hungrily at the sight of you. “Me too.”
Sebastian lowers himself on the bed, until he’s looking up at you through your thighs. You shudder out a breath at the sight of the piercing clad man peering up at you through thick black bangs. He noses at you through your panties softly, moaning at how damp you are already. The vibration directly into your core sends a shudder racking through your body, and your thighs make an attempt involuntarily to clamp around his head. He brings his hands up to grip at them, dull nails pressing into your skin. You can feel him smirk against you.
“Stop.” He pulls back to get a better look at you as he speaks, but there’s hardly any bite behind it. Sebastian drags his middle finger up along your folds, before stopping to rub against your clothed clit. “Be good for me, yeah? Been thinking about this for s’long.”
“Thinkin’ ‘bout this?” You slur back, drunk with pleasure. Sebastian halts his movements briefly, only to press a kiss to core, snagging the fabric of your panties in his teeth before resuming.
“Mmhm, been dreamin’ about this pussy.” Sebastian hums out, turning to bite and suck at the skin of your inner thigh. You’re dumbfounded by the words you’ve just heard, but he continues, any and all anxiety he might have previously been carrying having been completely replaced by desire.
“You really have no idea what you do to me, (Y/N),” Sebastian’s voice is thick with lust as he speaks to you, low and husky. He brings his eyes to focus back on you, soaking in the way you squirm against his touch above him. “‘N you think I didn’t like you. Most times you come around, I’m too focused on not bustin’ in my fucking jeans.”
Sebastian doesn’t give you time to respond, quickly reattaching his mouth to your clothed core. He hums against you, causing you to arch your back against his bed. You can feel Sebastian’s lips form into a smirk as he moves one of his arms to cage against your stomach, holding you steady. His other arm comes up towards your undergarments, pointer finger hooking around the crotch of your panties. He pulls them to the side with a swift movement, before hungrily attaching his lips to your clit, sucking hard.
Your body fights to lurch against his arm at the overwhelming sense of pleasure as a high pitched moan claws its way out of your throat. Sebastian is motivated by the sound, quickly finding his rhythm. He hums against you, before refocusing his attention directly against your sopping core. Sebastian fucks his tongue into you slowly, lewdly slurping up and swallowing your soakedness, and he cant help how raged and hot his breaths are against you, moaning shamelessly into your heat.
“Fuck…taste s’good.” He slurs into you, muffled. You whine, high pitched and hoarse before pathetically babbling out incoherent pleas for him to go faster. Your hips buck up into his mouth, chasing fast after your orgasm as you quickly grind against his tongue; The combination of cool metal from all three of the dark-haired male’s piercings might just be enough to send you toppling over. The sound of your fucked out voice is truly music to Sebastian’s ears, and he can’t stop his hips from rutting desperately into the mattress to ease some growing tension in his pants. He’s leaking in his boxers, precum dribbling down his thigh just at the taste of you. He has to stop himself from thinking about how you’ll feel wrapped tight around his cock just to keep from cumming against the sheets.
“Could eat this cunt forever.” He sighs out, and the feeling is dizzying. “So fuckin’ tight n’ wet, bet she’s even sweeter when you cum, yeah? Gonna’ let me get’a taste?”
You can’t even bring yourself to formulate a response, body shaking with pleasure. You roll your head to the side and whimper out a breathy whine, fighting hard to keep your voice down. Your hand comes flying up towards your mouth, snagging your knuckle in between your teeth and panting out short hot breaths. Sebastian is mesmerized at the sight of you as he peers up in between your legs; however once he notices you fighting to suppress your moans, his greed becomes him. He pulls back, hungrily licking at the trail of drool and slick following his lips. He crawls up to your eye level, caging his arms around your head and slotting his hips with yours, setting pace for a slow grind.
“Don’t do that. Let me hear you.” He growls out, voice strained against the feeling of your body rutting desperately against his. One of his hands finds its way to your hip, fingers bruising into your side to keep you in rhythm with him. “Wanna hear you.”
When your eyes shoot to meet him in a slightly panicked daze, he softens his gaze instantly, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He sucks in a sharp breath against your skin before continuing.
“No one can hear us down here, baby. Just me.” You moan out at his use of the word baby, a little louder this time, and his hips stutter at the sound.
“Fuck.” Sebastian nips softly at your neck. “You like that, baby? Like when I call you my baby?” You’re nodding stupidly again, sputtering out yeah’s in between breathy moans. His hand slides down from your hip to grip at your thigh, hiking it up higher against his body for a better angle against you. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Needa’ hear you, gonna’ make me cum just like this.”
“Seb-hah.” You gasp out, body arching flush against him at the feeling of this new angle. You can hear him grunt softly at the shell of your ear as you babble to him, hardly coherent.
“Fuck- I- Seb! Need you, please.”
“Need what, baby? Use your words.” He knows it's unfair, considering the way he was slurring stupidly against your pussy moments prior, but Sebastian can’t help but tease. He couldn’t have dreamed you more perfect himself; tears pooling in your eyes as you fight hard to remain eye contact with the pale man caged above you. He knows exactly what you need. He needs it too.
“Cock!” You wail, and he can tell you’re getting close the way your core throbs desperately against his clothed crotch. “Fuck me Sebby, please.”
“I’ll fuckin’ cum on the first stroke.” Sebastian is only half joking when he says it to you, but he starts working on the tie of his sweatpants nonetheless. Your fingers shakily find their way in attempt to help him, fumbling against his waistband and tugging downward. The two of you move clumsily to get his sweatpants down to his knees, Sebastian hurriedly kicking them off the remainder of his legs. Your fingers hook onto the band of his boxer briefs next, pulling on them even hungrier than before.
“Don’ care.” You whine at the way he makes no effort to help you rid himself of his underwear. “Fuck me ful’ of it then.”
If Sebastian were hungry for you before, consider him starved now; ignited by your pleas to have him buried deep inside of you, he doesn’t even pull down his briefs, fisting his dick inside of them and exposing it to the cool air of the room around the two of you. He hisses at the change in temperature, wasting no time in ripping your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance, tracing the tip along your folds. He rips his eyes away from the intoxicating sight of the two of you together to scan your face one last time for any sense that you might not want to do this; instead he’s met with the sight of you sucking your lip harshly in between your teeth, eyes trained on his head mercilessly teasing your heat. He lets his eyes fall back between the two once more as he pushes into you, reveling at the way your plushy walls suck him deeper inside.
When Sebastian bottoms out, he pauses for a moment in a desperate attempt to keep himself from making true on his previous statement. He moves his hand to grab at your hip again, stilling them as you struggle to buck up. He drops his head into your shoulder, biting at the flesh and sucking hard as a means of distraction, a wet moan racking though your body at the feeling.
“Gimme a sec’,” his voice is much more pleading than he intends it to be, but he’s fighting against every nerve in his body to keep his composure as your pussy clamps around him. He brings his mouth up from your shoulder to press a hot kiss at your ear before he continues, “You feel.. too fucking good.”
Sebastian brings his hand on your hip up to your face, brushing his fingers along your lips before pressing onto them softly, prompting you to take his pointer and middle into your mouth. You suckle softly at his fingers, drooling around them as he finally begins to fuck his hips into yours. It’s achingly slow at first, Sebastian makes a point to savor each second he has inside of you; he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to look at you without imagining you like this. He pulls his head up from your shoulder to get a better look at you; truly something out of one of his wildest wet dreams.
Your lashes flutter wildly against your cheek, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at the leisurely grind he’s set for the two of you. As you notice his gaze on you, you fight hard against yourself to keep them open, languidly bringing your wide glassy bulbs to meet him. Sebastian drinks in the sight of you, babbling stupidly around his fingers, bucking desperate back into his slow strokes. He speeds up his hips, rocking his girth roughly in and out of your slick hole. The groan that spills from his lips is guttural, intoxicatingly hot as it fans over your body.
He hears you trying to say something around his fingers, spit dribbling down your chin as you croon around the two digits pushing deeper inside the heat of your mouth. The sight is down right pornographic, and Sebastian can’t help but wish he could take a picture of you just like this. He burns the fucked-out image of you behind his eyelids as a compromise.
He retracts his fingers from his mouth to make it easier for you to get your words out, bringing them down to your exposed bundle of nerves, easily setting an intoxicating pace. You’re quick to repeat yourself, words toppling in slew with your moans.
“S’good, Sebby. ‘Fuck me s’good!” You whine, your fingers flying up to find their way into his hair, tugging harshly to the rhythm of his thrusts. “S’close.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Cum ‘round this cock, f’r me? ” Sebastian isn’t far behind you when he says it, he can feel your walls clamping around his dick as you come closer and closer to your release. You bob your head yes at him again, and he just loves it when you do that; too fucked to even get the words out. A part of him wants to tease you; put his palm around your neck and force the words out of you himself, but a much larger, more possessive, primal part of him wants to feel you cum around his cock, just for him.
“Fuck-baby, fuck. Me too.” His movements are much more sporadic now, hips stuttering forward to drill his full length in and out of your sopping cunt. Your hips have found a rhythm with the two digits pressed snug against your clit, grinding yourself back into his hand between the both of you. He’s delirious at the look and feel of the lewd display of your body before him, unable to stop his next words from tumbling out of his pierced lips.
“This pussy was made for me.” he growls, dropping his head down to speak directly into your ear. “Fuck- you were made for me, yeah? Look how perfect that pretty little cunt takes my cock, sucking me in so good. Better than I could’a ever dreamed.” Sebastian's voice is ragged beside you, as he feels you clench impossibly tighter around him. His next words come out as a groan when he speaks.
“Lemme’ hear you say it, baby. You were made for me.”
“I w’s made, f-f’r you.” you whimper, arching your body flush against his. Sebastian moans loudly in your ear at your permission of his possession, intoxicated off of the idea that you want to be his just as badly as he wants you to be. The dark-haired male repositions himself, pushing himself up to sit on his knees and retracting his length from you fully. He pulls his hand away from your swollen bud, only to allow both hands to grip at the fatty meat of your thighs, tugging you closer towards him. He presses your legs back until your thighs are flush with the mattress, and Sebastian moans shamelessly at the sight.
He’ll never be able to get enough of you like this now that he’s had you. He doesn't think he’ll even be able to look at you after he’s had you like this; legs stretched wide to showcase your slick heat, throbbing desperately for something to fill it. He finds himself wishing once more that he could take a picture of the moment, savor it forever.
“I‘d let you.” Sebastian is pulled from his thoughts at the sound of your shaky voice, barely above a whisper. You’re avoiding his gaze when you say it, shyly looking off to the side of the room until he stupidly mumbles out a huh, realizing that maybe he wasn’t actually just thinking about it this time.
“Said ‘d let you.” You bring your eyes to meet him this time, glassy and wide as you speak. “Jus’ for you, though.”
Sebastian’s dick jumps where it stands erect before you, a full body shiver racking through his body at just the mere thought of you as his pretty little cam girl; filling his phone full of pornographic media, all with you as the star. His hand comes up quickly to fist his girth, squeezing his shaft tight in attempts to keep himself from cumming all over your stomach. He lets out a few low, breathy shits, fighting hard against instinct to ground himself. Once settled, Sebastian wastes no time in realigning himself with your entrance, pushing back inside and bottoming out in one harsh thrust. This new angle allows for his hips to slot directly with yours, fucking into you even deeper than before. He presses himself close to your chest, attaching his lips to your neck and suckling hungrily at the skin.
“Next time,” he grunts out over the lewd sounds of slapping skin. “F-Fuck-Jus’ for me baby? G’nna get all pretty on my camera, jus’ f’r me?” Sebastian practically slurs the last part, only further propelled by your broken cries right above his head. He can feel you nodding your head rapidly again above him. He pulls back from your neck to soak in his new favorite sight.
“My pretty girl, so fuckin’ sweet.” He coos at you, bringing a hand up to your face to cup it gently. You lean into it, mewling gently at his praise. “Jus’ look at you. S’good, S’perfect, yeah? Couldn’t ever fuckin’ share you, need you all to myself.” Sebastian lets his hand fall down from your cheek, fingers delicately caressing around your neck. The pressure is minimal at first, as he scans your face for any sign of discomfort; instead, he watches as you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, chewing at the skin and rolling your eyes backwards. When you finally manage to regain your eye contact with him, the look you give him is practically pleading with him to choke you harder. Sebastian wonders to himself, who is he not to oblige?
“Jus’ for you.” you parrot his previous statement weakly against the pressure pressing on your neck, too fucked out in pleasure to formulate anything coherent of your own. You repeat yourself, breathier this time before breaking out into a high pitched moan, and Sebastian can tell you’re cumming from the way your walls flutter around him. He keeps his pace, fucking you through your orgasm as long as he can until he feels his own come barreling towards him. He pulls out of you with one quick swoop, sitting back on the balls of his feet. One hand comes down to replace his cock, three fingers sheathing themselves inside of you and flexing rhythmically to ride on the last waves of your release; the other fists his shaft tightly in his palm, pumping wildly as he chases after his own.
“G’na cum.” is all he can muster the strength to say as he approaches his orgasm, hot and tight in his abdomen. You whine out towards him to get his attention, opening your mouth wide and sticking out your tongue as if to offer him the perfect place to release. “Fuc- hah!” Sebastian’s voice melts into a whimper as he retracts his fingers from your wet hole to crawl towards you on his knees. He positions himself directly in front of your face, pressing his head flat on the meat of your tongue. He watches you through hooded lids as he strokes himself , bringing the three fingers previously working inside of you up to his mouth, sucking off your juices.
You gawk at the man before you; watching intensely as his eyes flutter closed, moaning lewdly around the three digits pressed snug past his lips. You move to push yourself onto your elbows, taking him into your mouth and suckling softly, coaxing him towards his release. You’re only further motivated when Sebastian drops his hand from his cock, allowing you more room to work yourself down his length. He twitches wildly in your mouth, before a warm and bitter sensation overcomes your tongue. You flatten it against his shaft, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing his dick deeper down your throat, pressing your nose flush with his pelvis. Sebastian's head drops down, and it's his turn to gawk at the way you effortlessly deepthroat his cock, thirstily drinking down its cum. He rocks his hips, fighting hard to keep his thrusts gentle at the feeling of your rapid, shallow breaths fanning out over his skin. His other hand falls from his mouth to your scalp, pulling your strands loose from your braids as he fists at your hair.
As his movements start to falter, you pull back off of him with a pop! Sebastian eyes you as you lick the remnants of his release from your lips before bringing his own crashing down onto yours, kissing you urgently. He’s desperate to know the taste of the two of you together, ready to become addicted to the filthy combination. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, teeth snagging against each other at the sheer appetite of the man perched above you. You let him take control, fingers snaking their way to scratch at his shoulders as you move your lips against his. It's vulgar at first, the way he sucks and bites at your tongue and lips; until it isn't. You can feel Sebastian shift his body weight above you, bringing an arm around to your back to cup you closer to his body. His pace slows as his appetite for you satiates, languidly moving his lips with yours until he retracts from you completely, littering soft kisses down the skin of your already bruising neck and chest.
You bring one of your hands to swipe away at the wild tufts stuck to the dark-haired male’s forehead, peering down at him through hooded eyelids. He looks back up at you through his lashes, before coming up towards you to press one last kiss to your lips.
You’re the first to break the after sex silence between the two of you. Your voice comes out much smaller than you intend it to when you speak, suddenly feeling slightly exposed.
“That was… wow.”
“Yeah.” Sebastian quickly nods his head in agreement as he continues. “You were amazing, seriously, (Y/N).” Sebastian places a quick kiss to your cheek before pushing himself back up into a sitting position, rubbing circles softly over your thigh. “How do you feel?”
“I‘m a lil’ cold,” you say feebly, and Sebastian’s eyes instantly soften at the sound. He quickly gets up from the bed, stumbling through the dark over to his dresser and yanking it open. He fumbles around inside of it for a moment before pulling out a few garments of clothing from the drawer. He shifts into his bathroom, working quickly in the dark. You can hear him turn the faucet on for a bit before the water cuts, and he reemerges from the bathroom dressed in a fresh pair of boxers. In one hand, he holds a damp cloth, and in the other, he holds a thick black hoodie.
Sebastian approaches you, stopping at the foot of the bed and prompting you to raise your arms. You do as instructed, lifting them above your head to allow him to dress you in his sweater. He tugs it gently over your head before gently moving to pull each of your arms through their respective sleeves. When finished, he comes around to sit back on the bed, grabbing at your ankles and lifting your legs to place them onto his lap. He spreads them slightly, bringing the rag up to your thighs. The cloth is warm and soothing as he glides it gently along your sensitive skin, taking his time to clean up the aftermath of your prior escapade. He hooks a finger on the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and tossing them onto the night table next to you, moving his hand to gently wipe along your slit. You watch him intently before pushing yourself to break the silence once more.
“So… what now?” And you can’t stand how small your voice sounds when you speak.
“What’dya mean?” he asks absentmindedly, but when he brings his eyes up to meet yours, he knows exactly what you mean. It's terrible really, the way his heart swoons at your swelling saucer orbs staring into him expectantly, but Sebastian is just simply overjoyed to know he is the ease to your ailment. He pouts softly, cooing at you as he finishes cleaning you up. He tosses the rag off to the side before using both of his hands to cup at the flesh of your thighs again.
“(Y/N),” He sighs out, tugging you closer to him slightly. “My sweet baby. C’mere, pretty girl.”
You pout back at him as you push yourself up, and into his lap. Sebastian's arms snake around your waist, hands coming down to grip the fleshy meat of your exposed ass. He presses you closer against him, and you let your head fall into the crook of his neck. You can feel that he’s already half hard through the thin fabric of his boxers, and you suddenly feel a bit flustered as you come to realize the effect you truly have on him.
“I know I was kinda talking crazy when I was inside of you.” He starts, and you can't help but giggle at his wording before he continues.
“But I meant what I was saying. I can’t imagine seeing you with someone who isn’t me after that.” Sebastian pauses for a moment before shaking his head and chuckling to himself.
“Actually, I couldn’t fucking imagine seeing you with someone who wasn’t me before we fucked either, but especially not after. I want you all to myself.”
“So what does that mean?” You pull back from his neck to look at him when you speak, and he brings a hand up to cup your cheek once more, smiling softly.
“It means I want you to be my girlfriend.” He says, a hushed pink blush finding its way onto his cheeks. “I mean, if that’s what you want too.”
“I do want that.” You whisper, the corners of your mouth curling upwards to mimic the smile hanging from his lips. “I’d love it, actually.”
“Good.” He brings his hand up from your cheek to comb his fingers through your loose strands of hair, gently tucking them back into place. He presses a soft kiss onto your nose before responding, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. “‘Cause you're mine. This,” he brings his hand down from your hair to cup your bare cunt against his palm. “Is mine.” You gasp out at the sudden sensation on your sensitive core, and Sebastian chuckles wickedly before retracting it.
You lie your head back onto his chest, letting your eyelids flutter closed as you melt against him, drained in every sense of the word. Sebastian shifts you in his arms, moving to rest your body delicately against the mattress. He shuffles over to lie down next to you, stretching his arm out for you to come closer. You happily oblige him, cuddling closer into the warmth radiating from his exposed chest, sighing out at the feeling. The dark-haired man lying next to you shifts his arm beneath you, tucking his hand underneath your borrowed sweater and raking his nails softly up the skin of your back. You nuzzle your face into the fabric of his hoodie, breathing in its scent.
“Smell s’freaking good.” You breathe out, voice dripping with exhaustion. “You n’ the hoodie.”
“Keep it.” He whispers, equally as tired. “Looks way better on you anyway.” Sebastian lets out a deep breath, snaking his hand down from your back to grip at your ass once more. His chest vibrates against your cheek, laughing lowly to himself before he continues.
“Fair trade, ‘cause I’m keepin’ those panties.”
You groan, sending your hand flying down to hit his chest softly before settling back against him. “G’night Seb, sweet dreams.” You pause for a beat, debating on whether or not to say the next words sitting at the tip of your tongue. You decide fuck it, it certainly won’t be the craziest thing you’ve said to the drifting man lying next to you tonight. “Dream of me.”
Sebastian's body racks slightly as he huffs out a bitter laugh, before growling low at the back of his throat. He pulls your body closer to his.
“Trust me baby. I will.”