#about.sebastian

You know better... or at least you should. The soreness isn't subtle. It blooms in places no one can see, but you feel it with every tiny adjustment; dull and deep and far too intimate. You try to keep your face neutral, to mask the small gasp that slips out behind your straw as you sip your drink, as if that will help.

It doesn't.

Your thighs are aching, pulsing faintly where his mouth—his teeth—made their home last night. Though it's not just the pain that pesters you; it's the memory, the warmth and the way he looked at you when you begged him not to stop.

It was supposed to be gentle. That's what Sebastian told you at least, murmured against your neck as he helped you out of your clothes. Though, all too greedily did his hands trail over your figure, did his mouth brush your ear as he promised you, "Just a little tenderness tonight, dove. You've earned it."

And it was, at first. Tender, sweet even... at least by Sebastian's standards. He didn't pounce, no, he invited himself in, with fingertips under your chin that tilted your face up to his. His mouth brushed over yours with the kind of softness that felt like a trap, and his tongue teased your lips, coaxed them open until he could taste your desire. You had barely any sense left to hold on to when Sebastian's hand slid to the back of your neck, anchoring you there until you were half-drunk on him.

By the time he laid you back on the bed, your body was pliant, your clothes in disarray, accompanied by a fluttering heart, and need conveyed in the impatient shift of your hips.

A whimper passed your lips into his mouth when he finally leaned down. "Breathe," Sebastian had murmured, while his fingers ran down your stomach. "I'll take care of everything."

First, he looked. With one hand on your waist, the other smoothing down your side, his gaze swept over you in a way that made your knees weak, not from lust but from the sheer weight of his attention, like you were a thing of rare beauty he was planning to ruin.

That's when his lips curled into a smile. "Needy little thing," Sebastian had murmured as his lips ghosted over your cheek, your jaw, down your throat. You whined when he didn't immediately do more, and he laughed. Not cruelly, but knowingly. Like he was enjoying your unravelling more than the act itself.

He kissed lower still, to the soft slope of your chest and moved along your figure with maddening patience, savouring every inch before he dipped lower.

His mouth reached your stomach, his sharp teeth brushing skin Sebastian had already bruised some nights ago. And then he looked up at you from between your legs, those haunting eyes seemed to smoulder faintly in the dark. He was something inhuman, unholy, and entirely too smug.

And that’s when it started. A chuckle rang in his torture before words of satisfation where barely breathed along your skin. "Always so tense, dear," Sebstian's tongue flicked out to taste you, just below the swell of your hip, "like you don't trust me to be gentle."

He kissed the inside of your thigh so soft, so sweet to cause your fingers to curl tight into the sheets as a whimper slipped past your teeth, half-plea, half-warning, because you knew that kind of softness never came without consequence.

And maybe that's why the shift hit so hard. The way his mouth trailed down your body with slow kisses until everything became suddenly hungrier. His voice lowered when he reached your legs and murmured something dark and utterly pleased.

"You always get so fidgety when I take my time." His teeth grazed the inside of your thigh and you twitched in response, causing Sebastian's grip to tighten and pin your hips to the bed. "Now, now. Be good. You'll like this part."

"You said that last time," you managed, your voice embarrassingly thin. "You bit me—"

"Mhm." His mouth curved against your skin. "And didn't you come beautifully after?"

You remember the words that slipped from you next; they were unsure, breathless, a stammered "I-I did, I just—" but they never made it to the end, because his mouth opened wide and then closed around you with no warning, teeth sinking into your thigh with the kind of precision that should have been inhumane but was instead rather exquisite, a pain so sharp and sudden that your back arched off the mattress and a cry clawed its way out of your throat.

"S-Sebastian—!" you choked out, somewhere between a whine and a complaint, your hands scrabbling for anything—sheets, his wrist, the edge of your sanity.

But Sebastian didn't stop, he didn't even flinch.

"Wait—" you gasped, half way sitting up, only for him to push you back down. Sebastian held you there, with lips sealed to your skin, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still since you writhed against him.

The mark throbbed and burned so sweetly, and he knew. He knew how shamefully good he made you feel as his fingers moved along your wet panties.

And then, as you panted and whimpered, your legs trembling beneath his palms, Sebastian pulled back with a sigh like he had just tasted something divine.

"Poor thing," he cood, and licked over the wound with infuriating calmness. "It's just a love bite, darling. Don't pout."

But you were pouting. You were whimpering as he kissed the bruise he had created, soft in a way that made you shudder all the more. Until he moved to the other thigh and all that relaxation was forgotten.

"No, no, no—please, I just—" you started, panic-stricken as your breath caught. You tried to speak, but it came out in fragments; a protest, a moan, a breathless complaint that sounded more like please do it again rather than please stop, and Sebastian must have heard it for what it was, because he kissed you again, lower this time, so close to where you pulsed with need for his attention.

"It's simply music to my ears when you whine like that," he whispered, nuzzling into your panty-clad heat with a tenderness that made you feel absurdly, sickeningly adored, "like you hate it, but you still open your legs for me every time."

"S-Sebastian— you... bastard!"

Sebastian licked the mark once. Then again before smiling a wicked curve that means he was not done yet. "Such desperation. It's rather unbecoming" he speaks softly, and kisses your inner thigh, slow and wet. "But flattering."

So he kissed your inner thigh once more, then a third time, his lips plush and lingering. "Shhh, dove. Just one more. For symmetry."

He held your legs open with one hand, just firm enough to make you feel it. And then his mouth opened wide, and he bit the other thigh just as hard.

Your hands curled into the sheets, your voice cracking as you cried out, pleasure and pain in equal measure bloomed under his mouth.

He didn't rush, he didn't soothe. Instead, Sebastian pressed open-mouthed kisses to each mark like he was blessing them, low murmurs of "so pretty" falling between each kiss. 

You cried out half in pain, half something worse, and tried to close your legs, but he tsked gently, mouthing at the angry new bruise like an artist admiring his brushstroke.

You remember his mouth dipping lower, his voice purring things like, "Look at you," while his thumb brushed over your clit before gathering more of your slick. "Falling apart from just a few love bites. How terribly fragile."

You could barely get out his name because you were too busy gasping for air as his tongue finally tasted you, slow and steady until you finally came under his mouth.

You fisted into neatly-styled black strands, your thighs trembled around his head, as your helpless voice gasped and cried in ways that made your demon feel as though he had achieved something virtuous.

You came embarrassingly fast. And then again... and again. And Sebastian never let you close your thighs, not once, not even when you were crying from how good it hurt.

When he finally kissed his way back up to your mouth, you were a wreck. A sight to behold that made Sebastian smile so sweetly, you were sure it was fake.

"My darling," he whispered, smoothing your hair back, "you wear suffering so beautifully."

You could have slapped him, you wanted to. But instead, you clung to him and let him pamper you to bed like the spoiled, aching creature he had made you.

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And now? You still feel him between your legs, still feel his breath hot and heavy, his voice low and amused as it curls against your skin. The reminder of Sebastian the reminder is everywhere.

Especially so once you press your thighs together under the café table, hissing quietly as the pressure stokes the soreness into something more dangerous. 

The chair is your enemy today, and Sebastian, wherever he is, absolutely knows.

It's not even noon and you're already ruined by memory, by sensation, by the stupid little love note folded neatly in your coat pocket. You haven't opened it yet, instead you try to focus on your planner, on your to-do list, on anything but the heat between your legs and the fresh pulse of soreness you can't escape.

Sebastian tucked the note in sometime before he vanished this morning—right after leaving a bouquet of peonies and devil's trumpet on the windowsill. 

You slide out the square of thick ivory paper, sealed in deep black wax with an S stamped through it. The handwriting is graceful.

You unfold it with a sigh, your thighs clenching before your eyes even hit the words.

My beloved, I trust you are reminded of me today. Try not to squirm so much. You will only bruise deeper. Sit pretty. Yours (in all the inconvenient ways), — Sebastian.

—close it.

your voice didn’t need to be loud. just the tone. he moved instantly, shutting the door behind you. his steps were silent, feline, like everything he did. but tonight… he wasn’t the one in control.

you sat at the edge of his bed, crossing your legs slowly. you looked up at him, scanning him from head to toe like you were deciding whether he was even worth your time. he noticed. and his jaw tensed.

perfect.

—undress. in front of me.

not a shouted command. a velvet trap. and he… fell for it.

slowly, methodically, he began removing each piece of clothing. the coat, the vest, the perfectly starched shirt. his gloves, his pants, all placed down in silence. when he was completely naked, his hands returned to their place behind his back, as if it gave him some illusion of control.

you stood. walked toward him. your fingers drew a slow line down his chest, lower, barely brushing.

—look at you. the perfect butler. and your cock’s already hard just from me looking at you. how pathetic.

his breath shook, just slightly. but enough.

—are you going to say something?

—no, my lady.

—good. learn to speak only when i let you.

you moved behind him, pulled a black tie from your pocket, and bound his wrists tightly. his arms now tense behind him. helpless. perfect.

—on the bed. on your knees. hands tied behind you.

he hesitated for a split second. glorious.

when he obeyed, you sat at the edge of the bed, your legs parted, his face between them. but you didn’t let him touch. you just watched him, playing with his hair, gently at first.

—you’re going to obey everything i say tonight. no complaining. no begging. no cumming.

he looked up.

—not even if you command it?

a laugh escaped you—low, cutting.

—how cute. you think you deserve that.

you grabbed his face and pressed it softly against your clothed center. he inhaled your scent. closed his eyes.

—i wonder, sebastian… how many times have you touched yourself thinking about this? kneeling, bound, face so close to my body you don’t know if it’s desire or punishment?

his cheek tensed against your thigh.

—never without your permission…

—oh, you adorable liar.

you yanked his hair hard enough to make him gasp against you.

—you’re going to prove your obedience now.

you pushed him onto the bed, on his back. arms still bound beneath him. his cock, hard, flushed, vulnerable.

you knelt beside his thigh and touched him. slow. soft. so soft it made him tremble.

and you stopped.

—want me to keep going?

—yes, my lady.

your tongue traced his abdomen. slow circles. you breathed against the base of his cock, without touching.

—beg better. like what you are. a desperate pet.

—please, my lady… i need your mouth. i don’t deserve anything, but… please…

a sharp slap on his thigh.

—that’s better. but you still haven’t said what you are.

—i’m yours. i’m your toy. your servant. whatever you want. only yours.

you took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking him. up and down. the exact rhythm to make his breath catch. as his body tensed, you let go.

and looked him dead in the eye.

—no.

—please…

another slap. harder.

—don’t tell me what to do.

you repeated the game. touching. teasing. licking the tip. pulling back. his muscles tensed. his breath broke. again. again. soft moans. bitten-back gasps.

and nothing.

—tell me, sebastian. how long can you take this? will you cum just from my words if i keep going?

—no… not without your permission…

—then listen closely: you’re not going to cum tonight. not a single drop. not even if you cry. not even if you kneel and beg with a broken voice. understand?

his body shook.

—yes… my lady.

—say thank you.

—thank you… for not letting me cum.

—that’s obedience.

you climbed over him without letting him inside. grinding against him, wet through your clothes, tormenting him. his hips lifted into you. desperate.

and still… you didn’t give it to him.

not tonight.

when you left him there, hard, trembling, panting without release, you kissed his cheek.

—tomorrow, if you behave, i’ll let you lick me. if you do well… maybe i’ll let you cum next week.

he closed his eyes.

wrecked.

obedient.

You threw your arms up, dunking yourself under the water for seconds before coming up for air. Your hair clung to your head, droplets of water bouncing off your lashes and landing on your lips.

What a Fucking day!

Everyone has been working harder than usual to maintain the manor. With Sebastian and CIel busier than ever, Baldroy has been left in charge and he - has - been - Brutal.

Scrubbing the dishes and shining the silverware in the morning, helping Finn hedge the bushes in the afternoon, gathering the laundry with mey rin at night you were starting to feel like this was a personal vendetta against you!

Did they know? Sebastian promised that nobody else would suspect a thing but you started to pick up how everyone seemed to be more engaging with you you could even say that they were going out of their way to make your job easier. If you weren't mistaken, you would sometimes catch Baldroy looking over at you, his eyes scanning your face longer than necessary.

Sigh. You told Sebastian to leave the bruises out of eyeshot…

But you didn't need the extra help. You were fully capable— although, you did start to notice how you would try to hurry through your work to make extra time for Sebastian.

He would make his rounds surveying everyone's work but he would take extra time with you; critiquing every little thing assisting you in some physical labor or even taking the load off of you entirely, just to fuck you silly afterwards.

The thought Alone of what he's been doing to you these past few nights made your stomach turn back and forth. You could feel his smooth, soft lips planting kisses up and down the nape of your neck. Caressing your skin like delicate porcelain, feasting on your nectar like a starved dog on the streets.

He was so skilled every time. Not of this world by any sort. You wondered… did the others know he was a demon? They had to. They simply had to.

If not, how long would Sebastian be able to keep this up until everyone knew?

Would they care?

DId you care?

“Not really.” you responded aloud, pooling the water in your hands and pouring it over your head.

“Its so quiet without him here. Its like we could feel his presence and now..” you pouted your lips, coating your skin with the warm water. The translucent shine covering your skin reflecting a pale yellow hue on account of the candle.

The small moments you and Sebastian shared were adding up and your mind began to wonder. Was this still a contract? Or was this purely for self-satisfaction?

Either way, you missed his touch.

You missed his butterfly kisses.

You missed the throbbing ache between your legs every time he came around. How you missed him savoring you like the last delicacy of this world.

You needed his touch. Espcially right now.

You snaked your hand between your legs, cupping your sex underneath the water. You were radiating such heat even when submerged. Curiosity got the best of you causing you to stick your fingers inside. You closed your eyes, silently exploring your pussy, imagining it was Sebastian.

“Oh, Sebastian, I miss you.” you whined.

“I want you-” you whispered, leaning your torso back.

“I want you so bad right now. Why do you have to be so far away.”

I need you.

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Your hands disappeared underneath the water. The rising steam flushed your cheeks, causing you to lean back before it overtook you. With one hand on your breast, you circled it around and around as your mind traveled back one of your and Sebastian’s many rendezvous. Your fingers found your clit; the sensitivity from the water in contrast to your seemingly cool fingertips made you shudder.

Before Sebastian, you didn't even know you were masturbating incorrectly. That the bulk of your orgasm stemmed from the clitoris and not the inside of your pussy. You rubbed your clit in rhythmic circles, easing your way through your body’s shockwaves.

You buckled and you whined. Your hops jolted forward splashing the water back and forth in the tub. Once you caught a groove, you lowered your hand in front of the opening of your pussy. You could feel the difference between your elixir and the hot water. It made you curious to feel how thick your juices felt. How tight you were. The more you prodded yourself the better you felt. You curled your back inwards shoulders slumped and mouth open. You kept going in and out exploring yourself with zest.

“A—ah! Mmh— Sebast— Nnh!”

You pinched your nipple throwing your head back with a gasp. Your hands motioned on its own. You imagined Sebastian there with you, his confident smile spreading on his face as he took every inch of your body as his own.

“That's it, Y/N.” he said, “You're doing so great. Look how well you're fitting all of me inside of you.”

Your mind went back to a time he watched you play with yourself. Your legs were wide open in the bed, your face flushed, your pussy Soaked and ready to be penetrated. But that wasn't how Sebastian played the game with you, he wanted you to wait for the great moment. He wanted you to blush from the inside out so he guided you.

He guided you on the road to your first genuine orgasm,

‘Tss— Y/N/. What are you rushing for. Take the time to enjoy yourself.’ he spoke in admiration of your eagerness to please. Even with your face flushed, breasts pushed together, legs spread Wide and vulnerable, you were willing. Willing to be the very slut he needed you to be.

You flicked your nipple, tilting your head to maintain eye contact with him. He fixed your clothes how he liked It. Your nightgown up around your chest, bunched up from the bottom up, no inch of your flesh hidden from his burning burgundy eyes.

He observed you like a sculptor; his thumb and index finger massaging his chin as he looked on. He was shirtless, his pants unbottoned—lazily hanging around his waist. You could see the journey to paradise trailing down until it disappeared from sight but good fucking God did you want to see the end.

‘Aht aht aht, Y/N. You don't get to cheat. Now keep going. Show me how wanting you are for me.’

‘But Sebast-’ you protested.

‘No ‘buts’, I've felt you before. Tasted you many more. I know your body inside and out at this point. I'm curious, just how much do you Really need me.’

*‘*So much.’ you cooed.

Your fingers kept pumping in and out of yourself, knees tucked at your chest feet pointed his direction. Your stomach contracted and tightened as you tried to hold your orgasm. It was getting hard to but you were a greedy little thing; you switched from your clit to your pussy, savoring the viscosity on the tip of your tongue before continuing on.

The bulge in Sebastian's pants grew more and more visible. He tightened his jaw watching you practically pleading with your pussy. Your insides squelched and cried for him, your fingers slipped over your lips multiple times—missing its landing completely by how drenched you were— but he kept watching with a smirk, his arms crossed, beholding you from head to toe.

His eyes burned into you stripping you layer by layer till you were nothing but a lustful skeleton of yourself. Even as he watched you with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, he couldn't hide the pleasure building inside of him seeing how open and willing you were for him.

You pressed on your clit with your thumb, thick droplets of drool sliding down your face. You wanted to cum so badly but you wanted Sebastian to suffer.You wanted him to pummel you with everything he had inside of him once the opportunity struck. He knew you were holding your climax, he could pinpoint it down to the exact moment

You thought you were sneaky but he just smiled. You tried to clench your thighs together to stop the sensory overload but this time he blocked it, putting a hand between your knees to prevent them from closing.

‘Nu uh.’ he pried them open, hovering between your legs with a hungered stare. Now he was over you, cracking a smile down at you.

‘My dear,’ he sucked his teeth playfully scolding you ‘Now I had the fullest confidence in you that you were truly going to overwhelm me.’

‘W-what do you mean? I'm doing it how you wanted to. See?’ you huffed. You tried to keep going but he smacked your hand away, shaking his head in disapproval.

‘You don't think I know when you're holding back? Tsk, I thought we were closer than this~’

‘I mean look here,’ he used his middle and pointer finger to move up and down your plushed lips. Your nectar seeped out onto the surface, making your pussy shine and permeate Sebastian's nostrils to the max. He smelled your enticing aroma instantly, taking him back to the time he had your pussy in full display in his face, lapping up your perverse juices drop by drop. How could he forget that day? As much as you protested to continue your beautiful pussy spoke otherwise.

And who do you think Sebastian really listened to?

‘Such a shame.’ it didn't even sound like Sebastian was talking to you as his eyes remained fixed on your honey. His crimson eyes quickly transitioned from purple to red and back. He rubbed your pussy in rhythmc circles, pressing onto your clit with his firm thumb.

You covered your face with your forearms as your breathing grew heavier and heavier. The pressure in your lower abdomen built up slowly but surely, sending your body into yet another sensory overload however Sebastian didn't stop. He continued to go around and around, flicking the tip of your clit with his pointer finger pressing down at random points to make you mewl.

‘There it is.’ he purred, this time allowing his fangs to show. ‘That's the noise I was hoping for.’

‘Wha-’ you were breathless, your hips shook on its own and your body glistened in sweat. Sebastian's eyes snaked up to you briefly before he smiled back down at his creation. ‘Sebastian, I cant—’

‘Shh, of course you can.’ his buttery voice sang a sweet melody just for you. He spread open your lips, moaning aloud at how beautiful you must have looked down there.

He slid those same two fingers down the slit of your lips before entering you. Your clenched pussy took him in, latching on to each digit centimeter by centimeter. The ridges inside of you cinching onto his fingers as he moved in and out in one fluid motion. He switched out his pointer finger with his index and ring finger, turning his hand around so said fingers could anchor his hand as his fingers tunneled inside of you, your pussy practically Pleading ‘fuck me, fuck me, Fuck me.’

He hovered over you, his dark locks falling over his face, some hairs even clinging to his cheeks. His face remained calm, lips in a neutral position as he looked down at you; your body rocking up and down, your luscious breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his hand. He pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, causing you to arch your back into the air

‘Aah! F— Sebastian! You're so d- de—ee-eeep!’

‘Is that so?’ He found your spot —the rough rugged paradise that he knew for sure drove you crazy. He rubbed it over and over, leaving his impression on you for years to come. Ensuring no man would Ever hold a candle to him in this life or the next.

His thumb on your clit, his long fingers filling you up and now his lips to your collarbone, playfully nipping at your flesh bit by Delicious bit.

‘Are you going to give yourself to me?’

‘Hnnn—’ it was all you could muster to say. Both sides of your mouth globbed with drool.

*‘Hm? I don't think I understood that. ‘*His pacing increased, his wrist nearly slapping against your trembling clit, ‘Want to repeat that ,my dear?’

‘Agh— Y— F-fuck!’ your mind was a jumbled mess but you had to pull together a coherent thought or he was going to turn you into a puddle of yourself.

‘Yes, Sebastian! G-god ye-e-ess~’

“Yes! Oh! Sebastian! Y-Yesss!” your mind raced back to the present. Your hips thrashed in the tub, sloshing water back and forth—- some eventually making its way out of the tub and onto the marble floors.

You threw your head back pulling your lips in with a closeed roll of your eyes.

Your pussy throbbed in your hands, nipples standing erect to the cool air that hit your upper body.

You felt the stream of your fluid leave your insides, mixing with the bathtub water. But you didn't care. As you came down from your climax, you suddenly felt a heavier sensation in the room.

You looked around dunking your body under the tub “Who was there?” You called out. Nothing but silence met you in return.

“Huh.. Strange.” you thought aloud, “Hmm, I guess I should change the water out so I can actually bathe.” You laughed at yourself both out of humility and slight unease. As you climbed out of the tub the presence grew heavier.

“Sebastian?” Silence again. Even the outside air halted to a Hush.

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You laid back in the tub, this time fully relaxed. Your naked body completely submerged under the water as you let the steam cover your face—opening your pores so the drops of sweat could trickle down your face, to your neck and into the water.

The heaviness in the room felt consistent but you just took it on account of the entire manor being creepy as shit. Between the sounds of your candle flickering and the droplets from the spout of your bathtub into the water, you could have easily imagined this to be your home in another life.

Relaxing from a days work while your husband was out and about taking care of the hard work while you stayed at home pampered and ready to love on him when he got home.

I wonder if Sebastian has ever been married.

The thought echoed in your head longer than expected. You even lowered yourself in the tub till the bridge of your nose and eyes were the only visible parts above water; hoping to block out the noise by covering your ears in water.

Why am I thinking this?

I have to remember were under a contract. Once this is over with we go back to the regular program.. Right? You wondered.

You blew bubbles in the water, rolling your eyes at the thought.

Returning your arms to the edge of the tub, you leaned your head to one side and closed your eyes. Tomorrow would be a rest day for all of the workers in the castle so it was really no need for you to rush out.

But your mind went back to Sebastian.

You missed him. You wanted to see him. But you wouldn't dare admit to that.

Especially after almost being caught by Mey-Rin one night! You two hid away in the walk-in pantries as he took you from behind. You could still feel his gloved hand snaking up your thigh to lift up your dress.

Things must have gotten so hectic that Mey-Rin decided to check for herself. To her and your surprise, Only you stumbled out of the pantry first. When you turned around Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

The fucking demon.

You chuckled with your eyes still closed.

“You're such a jerk Sebastian. But I miss you. A little too much if you ask me..”

The candle burned nearly 3/4ths of the way down. It was time to get out. But when you tried to get up you felt your body held down by an invisible force.

“What? What's going on?”

Your legs were closed at the knees but you could feel something touching your legs, something like a presence. But you didn't see anyone!

“What's going on! Hello?”

“Hello!”

“He- hn~ what’s going on?” something was toying with you. Your pussy felt rubbed, it felt like- something was inside of you but nothing was there.

Is that you, Sebastian?

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Even when away Sebastian and Ciel kept their traditions, when Ciel was fast asleep Sebastian took to wandering the halls or gathering as much Intel as he could without being obvious to curious eyes.

Tonight was no different.

There wasn't a need to gather any more information. The young master and Sebastian have already cracked the case and would be leaving early in the morning to return back to the manor and back to regular programming.

And good riddance, thought Sebastian.

If he had to spend another day feigning blissful ignorance and roleplaying the doting butler more than he cared he would be due to lose it.

He blew a soft tuft of air over the unlit candle. Suddenly, a brilliant light illuminated in front of him. He walked aimlessly up and down the halls, admiring the portraits and taking mental notes of any suspicious bookshelves or hallways that from the naked eye would lead to nowhere.

But this manor was as boring as it came. The wallpaper was tacky, silverwear cheap and chipped, and the smell of the carpet… abominable.

When he stumbled into the kitchen, he used his gloved white hand to trace the exterior— scoffing at the dust he immediately picked up.

I'm so thankful that our home doesn't slack on such miniscule responsibilities. This staff wouldn't last a day.

When he thought of the crew, his mind automatically picked you out of the entire staff. Your physical and facial features making him smile as he accounted every detail perfectly. Even included what you considered imperfect. Your blind ambition to complete each task to his standard with a smile on your face and a dash of cheeky commentary.

You were adjusting well, and he was relieved. The arrangement that you two had just made matters more cohesive than before. He relished in it. His kind didn't require the physical connection like regular humans but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He especially enjoyed it with you and he didn't want to be the one to admit that being away from you began to make him wonder.

What were you doing?

Who were you with?

Did you miss hi-

Sebastian!

His eyes perked open as he walked through the hall. Was that your voice that he heard? There was no way you would have followed him this far out into the country for physical pleasure. Right?

Sebastian!

There it was again.

He knew for certain he was alone in this hallway. When analytics ruled out that you weren't around he had to jump to the next logical explanation.

You were summoning him.

“Oh little one,” he chuckled to himself, “if only you humans understood the loopholes when contracting with a demon.”

He hoverd his free hand in the air palm facing upwards.

“We can hear you. We can even feel you without even being in the room.” his eyes narrowed into slitss, a cheshire grin widening across his angular face, “We can even touch back.”

“All you had to do was let me in~”

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The presence lifted the longer you sat there. Assuming you were safe, you leaned back against the tub, angling your head upwards to count the speckles on the ceilings droplets of condensation pooled into small pearl-sized bits across your body all of them randomly descending back into the water.

I could be here forever, you thought as you dropped your shoulders; a deep exhale escaping your lips.

“I guess its time for me to get out.” regret seeped through your voice but you knew the alternative option would be to prune and nobody wanted that.

But as you sat up or atleast tried to your body felt heavier again. You tried to sit up but an imaginary force kept you pinned to the wall of the tub. This Time with more force.

“What the —?”

“What is going on here?”

“Hello!” Something is wrong .

Something is — ‘Shhh,’ your eyes sprang open as the familiar voice whispered in your head.

Sebastian? You thought to yourself, What are you doing? Are you responsible for me not being able to move?

‘Now why are you putting up such a fuss when you were the one that summoned me?’

Summoned yo-? shit. You did call his name when you were climaxing. But that shouldn't mean anything since you aren't even in the manor.

‘Oh, Y/N.’. He was amused. Even as he stood in the hallway, the smile on his face never faltered. Without responding this time, he moved his hovered hand positioning it in such a way that his ring and middle finger were straight while his pinky and pointer finger were crooked. He could sense there was an invisible resistance when he pushed forward but when he broke the impalpable barrier a smile of triumph radiated off of him. His eyes now open, he motioned his fingers back and forth.

‘Does it still not mean anything?’

Suddenly, there was a buildup of pressure in your lower abdomen. The insides of your sex on fire. You could feel something grazing against your insides but nobody was there.

Sebastian, you moaned; clenching your knees together— a silly attempt to block him, ‘This isn't fair, you know.’

Oh? Like its fair to be pleasuring yourself and I'm nowhere to be found. On his side, he moved his thumb around in circles; biting his lip as force pulled on his fingers.

If you're so against me touching you, why is she squeezing on me? , he pushed further against the intangible screen between his reality and yours, practically pleading for the real thing.

“Its not that-” you breathed, “this is just so- shit! Mmh!” now your thoughts were words. You couldn't concentrate your words enough to stay focused in your head.

You covered your mouth with your hands, muffled moans vibrating against your palm.

Don't deny me, Y/N. You know what it is you want.

Its true, you thought. You knew exactly what you wanted.

You wanted Sebastian.

The roaring in her ears reverberated like ocean waves crashing against the shore. The searing sensation between her legs drowning her in bliss. She leaned her head back, her breath rasped and plsuhed lips partially open.

Your hand moved on its own accord; massaging your breasts, flicking your nipples back and forth as the surges of intensity escalated and subsided in a multitiude of patterns that you could not keep up with. You spread your legs wide, imagining Sebastian to be there in front of you, allowing him to take full control of your body without even having to touch you made this all the more forbidden; all the more taboo, all the more exciting to you.

“Agh! Sebastian! You're so- so deep! Ple-e-aase!~ it feels so good!” you tried to calm the walls, but Sebastian kept you sat put. You had no choice but to succumb.

On his end he pushed even further, this time tilting his head towards his hand to stick out his large emblembed tongue. He took one long lick, twisting his tongue around and around, smiling to himself as he heard your moans

Your slick thickened with your nectar. Your clitoris swelled from the stimulation. You couldn't hold it any further! You felt him rummage against your gspot, thrashing against it with a concise precision that almost felt mechanical. The speed never wavered, the intensity never decreased, you could barely articulate your thoughts as it spilled into the water.

“Sebastian!” you mewled “I'm close! I'm going to-”

“I'm going to”

Don't tell me, he whispered in your head, show me.

“Ah- I'm going to— ahn!~” you closed your knees together to try to stop it but it was too late. You began to squirt on yourself, shooting streams of fluid out of the tub and onto the floor. He felt you squeeze, even visibly wrinkling his gloved hand where he stood in the hallway.

When your clamps subsided he straightened his hand again, opening his eyes fully with a smile.

Have a good night, Y/N. I hope to relive this experience again in person when we return home tomorrow

He lowered the veil, sealing the boundary between parallels. The heavy presence in the room disappeared almost instantly as you laid in the tub, breathless, heart pounding in your ears and your body like jelly.

He flicked his hand, removing his glove of the viscous solution that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. And just like that, he was back on patrol.

Another night fulfulling his duty as the butler of the Phantomhive manor.

"I can handle myself just fine, Sebastian." Yes, you're a feisty one. Sebastian has been well aware of that fact since the moment you met. You dislike men staring at you in the street, loathe the forced small talk with them at work, or having to humour one of them when all you want is to be in the safety and comfort of your home. The once safe haven you now share with some sort of butler, as he proclaimed upon your first encounter. Never would you have expected such an outcome from your family's antiques.

But here you are, the independent woman from before, now with a handsome devil at your beck and call. "You appear particularly exhausted tonight. Why not let me take care of you and help you to a restful night?" Sebastian proposes with gentle calmness to your vehemence as his hands return to rest behind his back.

He irritates you. His act of concern for you when all he truly cares for is your soul. The motive is clear, yet he play-acts something you cannot wrap your head around. "And what could you do for me?" you challenge in return, crossing your arms in front of your chest, the tip of your nose lifting a little higher to meet Sebastian's gaze. "Anything you wish," replies the butler, without a hint of malice in his words. "I would propose running a hot bath, brewing a warm cup of tea, and—" he pauses, clearly having caught himself with an idea you would despise.

The proposal sounds pleasing, almost exactly what you would do if you weren't feeling too lazy to run a bath. But he doesn't need to know that. Your expression remains unfaltering, almost challenging. "And what? Speak, Sebastian." The quirk of your brow ticks Sebastian off in just the right way, your confidence and demand a challenge he secretly enjoys.

The distance between your bodies grows smaller, and a gloved hand tips your chin up as red hues draw near. "A massage for your exhausted figure, my Lady." He drawls the title, a pinch of condescension hidden in his words. You can't resist the idea of standing on your toes, leaning further into his space to see him shrink away as your lips almost brush Sebastian's while you speak: "Carry me, Sebastian."

Yet, he does not shy away. He feels your pulse quicken, hears your heart drumming a beat of bravery, while your sweet lips could offer a relief he hasn't felt in millennia. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth upon your demand and, without hesitation, you find yourself in his embrace. Knees and shoulders pressed firmly against his body, Sebastian carries you to your bedroom.

He knows tonight won't be easy on him either. Sebastian is well aware of the mischief you try to conceal, to seem more mature than you actually are. But tonight appears different; tonight, you bring new challenges to your rendezvous as your head finds its rest on his shoulder. The tease of your breath against his neck, your smaller fingers playing with his necktie as you wet your lips. Nothing good comes from those pretty lips, Sebastian notes.

"Sebastian?" How can you suddenly say his name so softly? He looks down to you, the crimson tinge to his eyes making him appear like a starved hunter under the faint lights of the streetlamps and mood lights in your apartment. "The water is already ready and at the perfect temperature for the female body." Of course, he had heard your footsteps from afar and decided that tonight would be perfect for a bath. He is an expert at planning, at being one step ahead of everyone else. That is, until you continue speaking. A simple command, short and to the point, too alluring: "Undress me."

You need to try harder if you wish to get a rise from him. For now, you find yourself seated on your bathroom counter, a newly found frown adorning your face. It doesn't suit you, but it entertains Sebastian. "Your wish is my command," he speaks an octave lower, honey almost dripping from his words before skilled fingers smooth out the fabric of your blouse. Sebastian's gaze does not meet yours while he unbuttons it; he stays focused on the task without lusting over your exposed skin. Suddenly, you wish he would want to devour you. The gloved touch that teases your upper body is not enough, yet so close to the fulfilling feeling of desire that you miss.

The item is pushed off your shoulders before he helps your arms out of the fabric. "May I continue?" The question is accompanied by one hand held out to you, palm facing up for you to grasp and rise to your feet. In one swift move, you find yourself staring at your reflection as Sebastian spins you around to undo the intricate buttons of your skirt you had struggled with this morning—why must designers place them in such difficult spots?

To nobody's surprise, they are undone as quickly as your blouse, before your silk dress follows suit and pools around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a tantalising set of underwear—dark red, almost a perfect match to Sebastian's eyes. You hadn't noticed your transfixed stare in the mirror until your eyes meet his, yet you refuse to shy away. No, like the little vixen that you are, you lean forward just enough to expose yourself further to your demon as you pretend to busy yourself by wiping off your lipstick.

It feels humbling to witness his gaze remain unfaltering; Sebastian continues to look into your eyes rather than the places you want his greed to be. "I will prepare your tea now," he states as business continues as usual before leaving you alone.

A sigh is all you allow yourself as your shoulders slump. You really tried to seduce him. At the thought, you find a smile tugging at your mouth, the lust to be desired something that has been missing for a while now in your life. You know work, you know how to overwork yourself, and you have no time for flings or meaningless encounters. And then, he entered the picture.

Upon Sebastian's return, he finds you seated in the bathtub; You've made sure to keep your hair out of the water and expose your neck, for hungry eyes to appreciate the shein layer of damp on your skin. The plate beneath the teacup meets the ceramic of your bathtub as your widened—nearly pleading—eyes shoot up to meet his. Had you acted a second quicker, you might have caught him staring at your cleavage, barely covered by the water and foam.

"Is there anything else you may need?" Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a greater challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word "You" could weaken a demon of his calibre is something for future Sebastian to concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: "Massage me, my butler."

You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while coaxing the cutest sounds past your lips? How can you act this way when at night you hump your pillow and beg for more, something better? Yet in the daylight, you behave like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. One or two more slip-ups, and he might find a loophole in your contract and commands.

To your dismay, gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. "Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully." Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of "Yes, my lady," echoes back. Shivers elicit along your neck as his skin touches yours, and the strength behind Sebastian's touch massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.

The moment is sweet enough to let your eyes fall closed, your head resting against Sebastian's thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. Your mewl is involuntary, a little embarrassing, and it snaps Sebastian's attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features. Even a demon can admit that some humans are beautiful. Sometimes, that beauty doesn't surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique about you that captivates Sebastian's attention and lust.

You catch him staring as your eyes flutter open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable, with him leaning above you. "Naughty butler…" you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. "If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me." The disrespectful teasing, as if he were nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else, someone he couldn't wait to devour. But what else could he do but make himself useful? He shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his button-down before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.

Until you've had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident as you lean into his proximity: Your fingers lace around Sebastian's wrist like a personal handcuff, your eyes locking onto his. "Be more thorough, Sebastian. Wash away the filth." You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, and Sebastian watches you attentively, witnessing your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He has never obeyed such a troublesome person before.

"Is there anything else you may need?" Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a bigger challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word "You" could make a demon of his calibre weak is something future Sebastian can concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: "Massage me, my butler."

You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while he pulled the cutest sounds from your lips? How can you act this way when, at night, you hump your pillow and beg for more, for better? Yet in the daylight, you act like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. Only a little more, one or two more slip-ups, and he could find a loophole in your contract and commands.

To your dismay, his gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. "Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully." Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of "Yes, my lady," echoes past. Shivers elicit along your neck upon his skin against yours, upon the strength behind Sebastian's touch as he massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.

The moment is sweet enough to allow your eyes to close, your head leaning against Sebastian's thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. Your mewl is involuntary, a little embarrassing as it snaps Sebastian's attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features; even a demon can admit there are beautiful humans. Sometimes that beauty doesn't surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique and captivating about you that holds Sebastian's attention and lust.

You catch him staring as your eyes open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable as he leans above you. "Naughty butler…" you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. "If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me." The disrespectful teasing, as if he is nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else—someone he couldn't wait to devour. But what else can he do but make himself useful? He shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his button-down before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure with the cloth and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.

Until you've had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident, leaning into his proximity, your fingers lace around Sebastian's wrist like a personal handcuff, eyes locking onto his as you speak. "Be more thorough, Sebastian, wash away the filth." You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine. Sebastian watches you attentively, witnessing your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He's never obeyed such a troublesome person before.

You start to bring out the worst in him—something that wants to teach you a lesson, something to remind you how different the roles could be if it weren't for this contract. The washcloth is pushed over your breasts and dips beneath the surface of the water to run along your stomach before being abandoned entirely as Sebastian's fingers dip into the supple flesh of your thighs. Blunt nails drag along your inner thighs, and he loves to watch the shift in your demeanour; how you grow shy beneath his touch, your stare faltering as he draws dangerously close to your sacred area.

There is no bite to your bark as you cry out his name, your need for him too evident while you try to maintain a pretence. "S-Sebastian!" Finally, you act as your thighs press shut around his hand on instinct, panic so evident in your pretty eyes he can't stop the devilish smirk from spreading across his features—as if you could stop now. "My dear, don't tell me you expect to play with fire and come out unharmed…"

The next moment, your back meets the cold stone as Sebastian races forward, hands placed left and right from your figure on the edge of the bathtub. The impact forces a puff of air to escape your lips as your eyes snap up to meet your butler's dark pair, searching for a trace of humanity in those pools of crimson. "Behave…" you attempt to regain control, which is met with a chuckle. "I only follow your commands," he challenges as the cloth returns to clean your body. "You wanted me to be thorough, let me be thorough."

However, the lips that crash against the racing pulse in your neck have nothing to do with the command of cleaning your body. Sebastian acts upon his own selfish accord, upon the lust you've ignited by teetering too close to the dangerous territories of demonic desires.

And he makes you feel too good as he ravages you, suckling and nipping at your skin until you can't help but moan, your head falling back to offer him more space. You can't even think of a fitting command, the sweet words for him to "Don't stop, please," a much more natural reaction as his palms cup your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you whimper ever so prettily.

"Who would have thought you could turn into such a sweet darling?" Sebastian teases with whispered words against the shell of your ear, the hum that follows so deep and low it has your stomach fluttering. Your fingers lace between his dark strands, effectively holding him in place as you return to being face-to-face with Sebastian. Shamelessly, you allow yourself to rake your eyes over his sharp features. You've never wanted anything more than him. But the thought evaporates upon the sharp sensation of nails against your waistline and hips, upon the pair of fingers pushing between your folds before rubbing against your clit. Oh? How willingly you part your legs now, Sebastian muses.

"Is this thorough enough, my lady?" he mocks as his fingertips press against the opening of your pussy, your eager hole spreading slightly as he pushes past. He knows what he's doing to you. He sees it in the crease of your brow, feels it as your hips buck against his touch. "More, Sebastian, I need more tonight." Like the greedy thing you are, you take it upon yourself to play with your breasts, yet the silent plea in your eyes tells your butler all you want is for him to take care of you.

"Oh dear," he whispers gently, but smiles victoriously as your moans tumble from your trembling lips when two of his fingers push inside you. "Do you give yourself to me? Allow me full reign, hm?"

The idea sounds great, perfect, until you manage to flutter your heavy eyes open and see the devious apparition in front of you. Sebastian's eyes are more slanted, set ablaze, deep pink hues now replacing his usual red, with lust overflowing past his thick lashes as pointed teeth hide behind his full lips. Giving yourself to a demon doesn't seem like the best idea, but the fingers stimulating your gummy spot have you nodding regardless. How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances.

How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances. "Darling, tell me," Sebastian urges as his thrusts become harsher, uncaring for the water or your comfort as your tits bounce and your walls clamp so promisingly. "N-no, no, Sebastian! Just, ah—" you falter as you try your best to stay present, to keep control over this demon while he fingerfucks you. "Think, speak, quickly, little Lady," he further pressures you. What he wouldn't give to do with your body whatever he wants. "Just-, just tonight! Sebastian—" the way you moan his name makes you a sinner itself, it should send you to all seven hells as the echoes ring inside his mind. "Look after me, tonight," you finally manage to cry out as your walls pull in desperate need. "Make me feel good," your final demand.

But instead of sweet release, you feel the disappointing emptiness as he retracts his fingers, leaving you a heaving mess in your bathtub—only now do you notice how cold the water has turned. "You can ask more nicely than that, my dear." There is little consideration to be spared for the length of your bath once a strong arm wraps around your waist. Sebastian wastes no time in having you seated on his lap, your wet form drenching his clothing as he spreads your legs over his thighs and presses you flush against his chest. "I will look after you until the day you die," he whispers into your ear, and maybe if the words weren't so true and less intimidating, you could consider them romantic.

You notice that Sebastian's form has returned to fully human, with almost tender eyes meeting yours this time around, turning your desire mellow and seasoned with sweetness. "Kiss me, please." He follows suit as your lips crash together a moment later, his palms stabilising your back in his hold. "More…" you breathe. Your fingers reach out to guide one of his hands on your back, between the valley of your tits, down your stomach, until you ultimately buck your hips against his, seeking further friction in desperate need. He tightens his hold on your body, tugging gently at your frame as he leans forward to suck on your wet skin, leaving marks in his wake. A small grin tugs at his lips as a soft whimper escapes you. "What's wrong?" The whispered question makes goosebumps spread over your skin as the chill of his breath battles with the warmth of your bathroom.

"Want to be ruined by you." The words that fall past your lips seal your fate. "Please, make me feel good, Sebastian." You sound so desperate, only a fool would resist. "Taint me," you shamelessly sigh against his ear, "Let me feel you."

"Taint you…" he murmurs, halting his movements momentarily to witness you grow impatient before one of his arms holds a firm grip around your waist, restricting your movements as you're now fully pressed against his chest. "How much more does my little Lady want to be tainted?" His free hand ghosts along your puffy lips, your slick making the drag too easy, too appealing to not draw circles into your clit, only pulling back any time he feels you squirm on his lap. "Until the gates of heaven have closed forever for you?" Your little cries are music to Sebastian's ears. It's so good, too good, the way his fingers move, almost as if he already knows all your weak spots. "Do you wish to experience bliss only I could give you, and ruin yourself for all eternity?" His questions urge you to wrap your arms around him, to hide your face in the gentle embrace of a monster, as though you're trying to hide from judgement itself upon your immoral fantasies. "I wish for that, Sebastian."

No further words are needed, not when your lips convey more as they meet Sebastian's. A kiss so fierce, he may steal the air from your lungs and drag you to hell himself. Teeth pull at your bottom lip unapologetically, his tongue meeting with your own, entwining and parting until you taste him. Meanwhile, the familiar stretch of his fingers, accompanied by the filthy squelching of your arousal, threatens to overload your senses. The teasing returns as your lips part to allow Sebastian a front row seat to your desperate play, as his thumb presses into your clit. You really yearn for this orgasm, don't you? Of course, you do, with how tightly you clench around his digits, pulsing as though you're trying to keep him inside—as if he couldn't offer you a much better alternative.

"Let go, my dear, you look so beautiful right now, I want to see you come undone for me." Sebastian encourages, as his fingers expertly curl against your walls, each time pushing past the limits of what you're able to take, dragging against your gummy spot. So you let go, finally, allowing your eyes to shut as your fingers fist the fabric of his dress shirt. He's never received praise in a prayer-like form, the sighing thank-yous tumbling free between your moans, so unlike the feisty thing you pretend to be. You are adorable. "Very good, my darling, just like that." Sebastian whispers, as the movements slow down until his fingers still inside you, until the heaving of your chest and the trembling of your thighs calms, and you fall into his embrace.

But much to his surprise, despite his predictions about your exhaustion, you return his previous affections. Your lips kiss along his neck as you undo his necktie, fingertips already so eager to free him from the confines of his clothes, it makes Sebastian wonder who the real glutton between you two is. "My Lady," he innocently halts your advances as he entwines his fingers with your own, kissing each tip while holding eye contact. "Shouldn't we proceed to your chambers? I don't wish to bring needless discomfort upon you—you need your strength to handle me." At that, you feel his tongue drag along your pointer finger before a final kiss is placed on its tip, while a devious smile returns to Sebastian's lips. If only you wouldn't look so adorable each time he teases you. But you are already too far gone to keep up pretences, when you can instead allow someone else to finally be your resolve.

So it's only natural for you to command Sebastian once more. "Bring me to my bed," you mumble while your arms already lace around his neck. He follows, yet it catches you by surprise once you're simply dropped into your bouncy mattress and sea of pillows. However, there is no time to be surprised when, in the next moment, you find yourself caged underneath Sebastian. Your hands roam free to undo his dress shirt and shrug it off his figure, allowing your nails to drag over his pearly skin until you reach his pants and finally feel what lies hidden behind the dark fabrics.

You seem in control, until firm hands spread your thighs and Sebastian leans in, to nibble along your inner legs, shining in the moonlight as he dives between your thighs to lap at your cunt, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of your entrance before dragging all over your hot and puffy pussy. He then licks and kisses his way up your stomach, sternum, and nipples, while the surprising satisfaction of his cock—hot, hard, and leaking with pre-cum—coats itself with your juices. He grinds against your cunt until you writhe for more, until his hands find rest on the back of your knees so he can press your legs up against your sides, fully opening you to thrust into you without struggle, without restraint, as lust overcomes him.

You shake your head at the stretch of his shaft welcoming your pussy, sweet pleas mixed with whiny complaints escaping your lips. "‘S too much, Sebastian… can't…" you admit. You hear his chuckle before he sighs, kissing your cheek in adoration. "You will take me."

"Now just surrender to me, will you." His lips seek out your own once more as he picks up a relentless pace.

Your nails dig into his back, red streaks running deep. You can't look at anything but him—his strong body on top of yours, the visible strain to his muscles while he ruts into you—until you find yourself once more captivated by his eyes. He almost looks at you lovingly, not hungrily. But Sebastian doesn't just want to consume your soul; no, his desires reach beyond basic greed. He wants to own you, to keep you to himself, to reign over you. You can see it clearly while swimming in crimson. But with the delicious drag of his cock inside your walls, you might just let him. Who would have expected you to be tamed this well by getting fucked?

"Please, please, please," you exhale as your head lolls from side to side, writhing beneath your very own demon. Oh? You're quick to beg. Quick to turn desperate, so eager to have more of something that should never have been yours. "Sebastian, Sebastian," you repeat like a mantra as his hands hold your fragile body, digging into your hips to force you into a perfect arch for Sebastian to ravage your skin. He litters kisses over your chest, laps at your nipples, and drags your hips back down to snap against his while he is guided by gluttony.

"Give yourself to me," you demand with no trace of shame in your bones, finally giving him a task worthy of your beautiful soul. "Stay with me, be mine…"

You almost feel dizzy with how easily Sebastian hoists you until you're on all fours, arse perfectly exposed for him to fully sheath his cock inside you, effectively pushing your upper body into your sea of pillows. But in stark contrast to his rather harsh handling of your body, his lips return to press soft kisses along your back. "I am yours if you are mine, my darling." The words flow like honey before your blood coats Sebastian's tongue as he breaks the skin.

Your fingers dig into the cushions, searching for support as you struggle. But the strong arm lacing around your body is all the comfort you will need from now on; his cold touch will soon set you ablaze. Sebastian is deep inside you, the head of his cock finding your sweet spot almost naturally as he perfectly curves against your velvet walls, hips snapping against your arse cheeks with unforeseen fervour.

His hands dig into your hips, surely bruising your hip bones for the coming days, but it means no harm, as you've never felt this good before. Never so full, never as cared for as by the monster that is in love with your soul. You moan his name in delight, making Sebastian proud once you eagerly bounce back into his thrusts. His husky sounds of pleasure grow clearer as his movements slow. He pushes you further against the mattress, which ultimately causes your legs to spread wider and arch deeper, allowing his penetration to slowly steal your sanity.

Who would have thought the pressure of his palm against your stomach would make you clamp around him this much? Moaning, whimpering, pleading as you beg for mercy, trying to tell him it's too… "Too good, Sebastian, I'm—"

His movements are slow but precise, accentuating the way you desperately clamp around him in an attempt to hold him inside you for eternity.

"Yes, fall apart. Let go for me," Sebastian's eyes roam over your small body beneath him, a sweaty, shaking mess. He will take care of that right after you are done. For now, instead of worrying, his hands grab at your arse almost aggressively, spreading your lower lips even further as he ruts into you.

The high-pitched squeal that escapes your throat when he picks up his pace again serves as a perfect display of your misery. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes as your hips are pushed back to meet Sebastian's relentless thrusts. "Make me proud, little Lady..." is his final demand, with sneaky fingers returning to play with your clit as he hoists you off the bed, holding you tightly against his chest.

You're fully seated on his cock, entirely engulfed by his embrace and consumed by the same demon, just as you bask in the sweet release coursing through your veins. Sebastian allows himself to indulge in your pretty cries and the way your pussy practically drips from both of your orgasms. It fills him with more pride than any other circumstance ever could. True to his nature, he watches you like a devil on your shoulder; dark red eyes witnessing your fucked-out expression topped off with the cutest smile spreading on your soft lips.

His breath caresses your neck in a whisper, "Do you feel better now?" You hum and let your fingers card through his hair, a tired "I do. Thank you, Sebastian" exchanged from your mouth to his ear. Swiftly, Sebastian moves to carry you back to your spacious bathtub and lets it refill with warmth. "How about my Lady actually relaxes this time around?"

“Baldroy, I need your help with this.” You tried to pick up the small crate barrel of flour with no avail. Baldroy watched you, with a smirk on his lips and a hand on his hip as you tried with all your might.

You squatted low, wrapping your arms around the barrel, tucking it close to your chest and anchoring your weight on your heels. A few grunts later, you gave up, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“If you’ve had enough attempts at trying to be strongman of the century,” he teased, “let me show you an easier way.” He pointed his finger behind him. “There’s a pully and a wheel cart that will scoop the barrel and take it wherever you want to put it.”

“Why didn't you mention this sooner?!” the pitch in your voice hit a sharp falsetto, making Baldroy grip his sides mid-laugh.

“You never asked. And besides, it was nice watching you build some upper body strength for a few minutes.”

“You never asked.” You mocked his tone. “You never asked. I swear all you men are just the same. You need clear instructions laid out in basic terms otherwise you’re all useless!” you stomped off, pulling the wheel cart next to the barrel.

“Now I wouldn’t say useless.” He didn't care too much for your comment. But he kept a playful tone. “But we don’t normally just thrust ourselves out there unless we’re invited in. Its sort of like-“ he rolled the barrel onto the wheel cart. He continued while checking the sides to prevent it from spilling over “Courting a woman. Back where I’m from, we don’t just throw ourselves at every woman. We wait and see, get a reaction or a lack thereof to determine what we wanna do. Get me?”

“Not really.” You rolled your eyes. Baldroy sighed with his own roll of eyes.

“I like for a man to be upfront. Don't just say one thing, act another, then act a totally different way. That's an outright turn off if you ask me.”

“A woman like you gets mixed signals? I’m shocked.” Your eyes followed Baldroy but you didn't respond.

“Dont get me wrong. But seeing how hard you work on a day to day basis, I wouldn't expect whatever man you’d be interested in to have to be a strong-willed fellow.”

Strong willed…. A sad smirk spread across your face as you pushed the wheel cart. Baldroy caught your expression. He quickly tried to change the subject.

“D-do you know why we’re having so much rice being delivered for dinner tonight?” he used a crowbar to lift the lid, whistling at the thousands of fine grains that rested in the barrel.

“Beats me.” You shrugged. “I think Lau is supposed to be paying a visit with his trading company.” You continued sorting the meats with your back to Baldroy.

“Trading company? You mean that army of Chinese thugs? Does Mei Rin know about this? Oh she is not going to be happy..” He scratched his head, looking up at the roof like the answer was threatening to fall from the ceiling any moment now.

Sebastian’s face flashed across your face. You felt your throat dry and a cool trickle of water pool in the corner of your eyes. What is going on with me? I shouldn't care about Sebastian like this. He’s my superior. I have to pull it together.

You wiped your eyes indiscreetly but Baldroy caught wind. He felt personally responsible for your upset but didn't quite know how to address it directly. Thinking of his times in the war, he did the classic move: a reassuring hand on the shoulder.

“Hey. If it means anything-“ the words spilled out of his mouth like milk overflowing out of a tea cup. “If you were my woman I’d never pussyfoot around how I felt.”

“What?” His face burned red as you looked his direction.

“Uh- I meant- you’re not a bad looking girl and if- no- what I mean is- shit- Y/N, I didn’t mean-“

“I’m sure you two are having a grand moment of informalities under the Master’s generous hand, but must I remind you that tonight’s dinner is not going to serve itself.”

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Days turn into weeks. weeks into months. Seasons change before your very eyes. You couldn’t remember when you started at the Phantomhive manor but you learned everything down to as science. You knew when to serve the master his favorite treats and biscuits. You know how he liked his laundry to be folded and primed. You learned everyone's schedule so that when you…needed, Sebastian, you knew the exact time and space for you two to partake in.

Life seemed to mellow out a best as circumstances allowed. You even believed that Ciel was growing a soft spot for you. But that was left only a little to be imagined. You barely saw Ciel crack a joyous smile or even look at you with a bemused wink. It was always a smirk and if not a smirk a small nod of his head.

Why would a child be so serious about everything? Where were the moments that he would go outside and play with toys and okay sorts with the other boys and girls? Matter of fact… there were no other boys and girls. Except for his bride, Lizzy, and she barely counted as ‘outside’ children.

The thought caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. There was a definite secret of this manor that sat in the back of your throat and tickled your tongue. But you couldn't place it. Between your work, your sleep, your… time with Sebastian, you couldn't add anything else to your plate.

And yet still.. The thoughts that you were generating about Sebastian grew into its own beast of itself. When you laid in the bed, your hair a tousled mess, cheeks damp with sweat, you looked over at Sebastian who, like clockwork, stood on the other side of the bed. Adjusting his tie, smoothing down his hair, anything to hide the appearance of the demonic atrocities he performed on you just minutes ago. And you watched him.

With the innocent large-eyed wonder that made you study his movements. His cadence. His stride and… his eyes. How the flashed from brown to amber, quickly to red, then back to brown depending on the circumstance. At first it scared you nearly to death, but after a while you wanted to catch it. You wanted to observe his emotion through his eyes. And.. Only for a moment, you swore that you could tell when he was annoyed. You sensed his annoyance with the other staff. You counted the seconds before his face switched from agitated to neutral.

2 and a half seconds. It was a slow transition, but when he finished he would clear his throat and walk away. Moments would pass, and he would return to Ciel's side like nothing happened. His eyes would wander back to you, and like an obedient worker you looked forward as an inaudible gasp escaped your lips. You could feel his eyes linger on you longer, counting your breaths, pulling in your lips, cross and uncross your legs, and then he would break focus.

But every time, and you meant every time, when you felt his gaze bore a hole through your body, he would request for your assistance. Just to have you pinned against the broiler, with your skirt hiked up around your waist, and a hungry Sebastian nipping at the flesh that covered your clavicle.

At first it was exciting, then it sparked curiosity. And now… you just don’t know.

But you need to figure it out soon before someone gets hurt. And you know the someone most likely will be you.

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Its been months since the contract was made. By this point you even forgot the terms and just.. Continued to indulge with Sebastian. No matter the days or the nights when you summoned him he would answer. As long as he wasn't occupied with the young master he would make his way to your chambers, or the stables, or even.. The washroom and share in your flesh.

But as you waded your hand around in the tub, you thought about the not so favorable times. When you would reach for his face he would pin your hand over your head, when you would try to lock lips with him he would angle his head and go back to your neck. You felt the rejection of affection but you swallowed down each piece of imaginary glass in your cup. But it confused you. At first, he would stare into your eyes, his mouth agape as he thrust inside of you, exploring each and every crevice of your forbidden pleasures with ease. He would share in a ravaged kiss after going down on you. Swapping saliva so you could also taste what he’s enjoyed so ravenously before taking you again.

But now, it felt more impersonal as time went on. Were you becoming a bother to deal with? Your work quality never diminished even when your affairs became more frequent, so what was the issue?

“Sigh..” The pit in your stomach was growing. The aches in your shoulders felt triggered by stress than the dawn to dusk workload itself. As much as you even wanted to talk to Sebastian, he wouldn't even give you a second after the engagement. He would slick his hair back, smooth his jacket, gather his candle, and be out the door. Sometimes there would be a pause at the door before turning the handle, and other times it would be a quick stride out the door.

You tried to ignore it. You even tried to distract yourself. But now it was beginning to rattle your brain in the worst possible way.

In between all of that, you noticed Baldroy began to pay a little more attention to you. He would assist you in carrying the sacks of potatoes or help you trim the fat off the lamb in a more efficient way. His hand would graze over yours, and when you looked up to apologize he would quickly turn his face away. He swirled that toothpick around and around to defer from his blush but you could see it radiate to the back of his neck sometimes.

You two would laugh it off, even lingering a little longer in the kitchen to proactively start on tomorrow’s meals. And it helped distract you, even a little bit, at Sebastian’s aversion to you in the bedroom.

So much, that you deliberately chose to stop calling for him for weeks now. Until you could fully grasp where Sebastian’s head was in the matter, you didn’t want to be touched. You didn’t want to be held. You just.. Wanted to be by yourself.

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“Anywho!” NIna turned up her nose. “I’ll make you a deal. Come to my shop and model for me. I’ll give you the mock outfits every time I’m finished. And in return I’ll have a bunch of designs for the upcoming spring catalogue!” Nina snickered at her marvelous plan, sending Sebastian’s eyes to the back of his head. He neatly folded the newspaper and stood to his feet, clearing his throat signaling that it was time. 

“Well, I think that would be enough of that.” he stood to his feet. “The Young Master will decide on those arrangements, until then you should expect his company in the near future.” you could practically see the steam coming out of Nina’s ears.

“Sebastian.” you chimed up. Both Sebastian and NIna glanced at you. “I-” Why so many eyes on me?! “I think it would be a great idea.” you pretended to carry an air of confidence about yourself. Hopefully nobody saw through it like a translucent mirror. “What better way to expand the Phantomhive reach than to show to England that he helped assemble such fine fashion.” You took a step forward and spun around in a circle, giving Sebastian a full view of you from the front, the side, and an even longer glance from behind. 

When you turned back to face him, a beaming self-assured smile on your face, you could see his eyes snake from the bottom up. He had to remember that Nina was, with broad apprehension on her face and a mouth full of bitten fingernails, looking on to see his answer. He merely smirked as he walked to the door to hold it open for you.

“If it isn’t so much trouble for Y/N, i’ll see that she comes to visit you twice a month. No more. No less. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Nina.” He extended his hand out the door, and you took not a second too long to nod your head in thanks to Nina and hurry out of the shoppe. You and Sebastian weren’t but a few feet away, but you could hear Nina’s exasperated shouts of glee from inside the shop.

You followed at Sebastian’s side closely, careful not to bump into the other passerbys. So many muted colors of black, grey, brown, and the occasional tweed. It almost bored you to tears seeing the English fashion. On occasion, you would see a lady dawned in a damp violet or, if you’re lucky, baby blue! You scoffed aloud.

“Something troubling you?” Sebastian asked. 

“No, its just- seeing everyone out and about performing the mundane and dressing to match is so-”

“English. I know.” he agreed. “But we have to remember that everyone here is at a mentionable status. A figurehead, so to speak. “ He tapped his chin with a hmm. Trying to find the right words without being too boorish in his approach. But truthfully Sebastian grew so bored and so tired of it from time to time as well. Such mundane practices, day in and day out. No end in sight. How atypical the human experience could be in his eyes. And yet individuals could so happily continue on these practices for the sake of appearances every day, and then they die.

How damned is that.

“Its more complicated than what it seems.” you didn’t really buy his response, but at the moment you didn’t care that much. 

“Say, Sebastian.” you started up again. “What are we doing in the city anyway?”

“Just walking around.” eh?! “While you and the Young Master were still sleeping, I took it upon myself to venture into town. I delivered a few packages, paid off a few patrons, obtained some documents, petted a few kittens, gathered intel-”

“Wait. We’re not going to scurry past that statement, Sebastian.” you fought down a chuckle. “Did you say you were petting kittens? How does such an elegant butler like yourself find time to pet animals?”

Sebastian fixed his tie, averting his eyes away from you. “You always find time for simple pleasures.” His lips curled into a smile as he imagined you at your most vulnerable. You must have caught wind at his inner musings, for you looked away in a huff, your cheeks warm to touch.

“I’d remember to keep some questions of curiosity to myself.”

“Quite.” he so snidely agreed. You looked up at Sebastian who still beared a faint blush post-confession. You tried to play it off like you were clearing your throat, but even Sebastian could pick up the chortle underneath your hacking. 

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A few taps at the top of the carriage, and the two of you were on your way back home.

You sat across from Sebastian, a fresh basket of bread and lilies warming your lap. Your feet were tired from walking all around the city, but for whatever reason you didn’t mind it. Sebastian took it upon himself to guide you around the more elite sectors of the city. Introducing you to the more exclusive airs that England had to offer. 

The finest winery, elusive bakeries that had waiting lists to get inside, private dance studios that children of the elite would come and learn the arts. Ballet, poetry, fencing, you name it. With being apart of the Phantomhive manor, one could redeem many perks and coin in many, many favors throughout the years. And today, you finally realized just how much power the Phantomhives held. 

When you walked in with Sebastian, people recognized the Phantomhive insignia in an instant. And, like clockwork, people would move out of your way. They would bow their heads. They would proclaim high praises for Sir Vincent. So on and so forth. 

Luckily for you two, a bread and sweets bakery along your route just so happened to have fresh batches readily available for the two of you. Sebastian declined for himself, but instead fetched four large loaves of bread for you. You could smell its freshness and feel its warmth on your lap, making your stomach growl out of turn. 

“I can’t wait to have this with some tea when we get back.”

“I’m sure the Young Master would love a piece himself.” Sebastian mentioned thoughtfully. 

“Would you like some?” he raised his eyebrow at you. “W-while its still hot of course.”

“I’m afraid I would have to decline. But,” he moved from one side of the cart to the other, sitting next to you with both of your knees touching. He moved the basket off your lap and onto his.

“I’d like to feed you some.” You tried to stop the gasp that came out of your mouth, but it was too late. Sebastian faced you head on, his gloved hands breaking off a piece of bread into near-perfect meticulous pieces. 

“You’re hungry. And unless you’d like to cause me trouble back at the manor, I’d liike for you not to fall unconscious during the remainder of your shift today.” Shit, do you really have to work more after running such a llong errand? 

“I am hungry but- this isn’t necessary, Sebastian. I-” While your mouth was open, he took the opportunity to stuff your cheeks with warm, buttery bread. The soft, fluffy texture melted in your mouth, making you close your eyes to savor each bite. When he saw you were finished, he popped another piece of bread into your mouth, and with eyes still closed, you moaned in satisfaction at the craftsmanship performed on each delicate piece! 

This was far different than the, sometimes old, and sometimes soggy, pieces of bread you would accumulate before working for the manor. How you would go days without an adequate meal or, when you did, you would hand it off to someone else that seemed to need it more. Now, here you were, being fed bread by a demon butler that you signed a sexual contract with in a lavish carriage. 

Who knew your adult years could take such an aspiringly pivotal turn. Right off a cliff. 

“One more.” you requested. Your plushy mouth was already foming a narrowed ‘O’, preparing for the next savory bite. “One more and I think I’ll be satisfied.”

“Is that so?” Sebastian smirked reassuringly. He tapped the top of the carriage 4 times, causing the coachman to slow down to a halt. You just assumed he stopped to check on the luggage sitting behind him. Unknowingly to you, the coachman, under what seemed like a sleepy trance, hopped off the carriage and wandered into the forest. He muttered incoherently to himself, his walk staggering left and right. But he continued to walk until there was only a hushed rustling of bushes, until eventually nothing was heard and nothing was en route to cross your paths. 

“Keep your eyes closed.” his dark, silky voiced dropped to a whisper. He fished around in the basket for a new piece as you sat there, eyes playfully closed, anticipating another piece until-

“Mmh!” You felt his cool, soft lips press against yours. He held you by your shoulders, pinning your back against the plush carriage chairs. His knee pushed between your legs, raising your skirt inch by inch until it was bunched around your upper thighs. 

You could feel his hunger. His want. His need for you. How taunting it was for you to be in arm’s length all day and he could only watch and wait. He could only imagine what it was like to have you sprawled across your bed, your wanting eyes tracing the outline of his silhouette, body and mind crying out for his touch. 

But seeing you, with such an unquenchable thirst building in the back of hsi throat, made him pounce. He pressed his fingers into your blouse, intensifying the kiss moment by moment. Your tongues latched onto eachother, playing a friendly game of tug and war. He broke the kiss, practically growlingin your ear as he kissed the base of your neck. 

You threw your head back into a moan. “Sebastian, we’re out in the open.” He swiftly unbuttoned your blouse and unlatched the front of your  bra. His eyes never met yours. “Someone could see us, Sebastian.” his long, rugged tongue latched around your erect nipples, pulling and suckling at your sensitive flesh, causing your own moans to escalate. The lust in your body grew at an increasing rate. The warmth of your pussy burning a hole in between your expensive stockings. 

“Sebastian-” he stopped your worrying with another kiss. His gloved hands cradling your breasts and circling them around and around. You succumbed, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He pulled your stockings down to your ankles, adjusting his body so that you were on under him and his body was hovered over yours.

You almost forgot that you were in a carriage how accommodating and flexible Sebastian was. 

He freed one of your feet from its nylon prisons and bent your knee to your chest. With his eyes to yours, he popped his middle and ring finger into his mouth with a smile. Coating it with his saliva from base to tip. 

“You’re so beautiful when you look at me like that.” Your glistening eyes spoke a silent message to Sebastian. How you switched from being such a strong-willed, determined woman to one of a needy, luscious, and smoldering one turned his head upside down. To see you, staring at him with Bambi eyes as you begged, pleaded for his throbbing cock to fill you up just drove him into an animalistic headspace. 

“Sebastian,” you breathed. Your honey-riddled tones so sweet. You felt him split you open, filling you inch by inch. Sebastian groaned aloud at your tightness, his own face breaking out into a light sweat. You shuddered underneath his touch. His large thumb circled around your throbbing clit, pressing down as he entered you back and forth. Back and forth. Back and fucking forth. 

“Oh- God! P-please, Sebastian!” on instinct you grabbed his wrist with one hand, your orgasm budding and blooming the more he played with you. He pushed your hand away, pinning it atop your head, his knees opening your legs wider and wider. Your viscous nectar replaced his spittled fingers, creating a sloshed, slicked mixture that coated your inner thighs, ass cheeks and the carriage chairs. 

“You’re so warm, and so- so wet. Is this all for me?” In a tease, he pulled his fingers out of you, gleefully popping them in his mouth. He took both fingers, and opened his mouth so you could see him trace them on his tongue. Your sticky essence creating lines across his tongue and atop the roof of his mouth.

He leaned down to kiss you so you two could savory your flavor together. As your tongues interlocked again, he fished his member out of his trousers. The droplets of pre-cum dripped against your inner thigh, mixing with your juices, and slowly sliding down your thigh. 

“Dammit-” he breathed. “I’m going to enjoy this. I’m most positively going to enjoy you, as well. He smiled down at you, his demonic fangs protruding out the sides of his mouth. He pushed inside of you, groaning aloud at your warmth. Your wetness. Your everboding grip around his thickness. He had to catch himself. Closing his eyes and clearing his throat to refrain from exploding so soon. 

“Sh- Shi- Sebastian, you’re s- so deep. Please don’t tease me anymore~” you could almost feel Sebastian’s body shift. The air in the carriage grew thick, heavy, and taunting. You looked up at him and swallowed as he looked down at you and grinned. He pushed back your other knee to your chest, positioned himself again, and proceeded to move inside of you.

At first, his movements were slow, calculative, and considerate. But then, when he looked down at you, and how snug your pussy clenched onto him, a side of him came further and further to the front. He pressed his hands into your hips, leaving flesh-like indents around your ass. He slammed his hips into you, making you feel every inch of him. He stretched you open, giving you and your pussy limited time to relax and contract. He wanted all of you. Right here, right now.

“Ah! F- fu- fuck, Sebastian! You’re so deep inside of me-e-e~” You could feel your pussy creating new gateways for him to explore. You felt her stretch, contract, bend and mold to his every want and wish. An end not even being a question between you two. 

Droplets of your fluid splashed into the air as he continued to pound into you. Your juices coated his dick alll the way to the base of his pelvis, even dripping down onto his balls. He could feel you clenching, pulling him down deeper into the depths of yourself. 

“Good heavens, Y- Y/N, why are you so incredibly wet like this?” he pushed deep inside of you, keeping it there as he leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving subtly sized hickies along your neck. “Did you miss me that much? Hmm?”  letting go of your knees, he positioned both of his arms along the side of your head, balancing himself on his elbows. He kept his chest pinned down to you and proceeded to stroke again inside of you. He wanted to feel all of you. ever y crevice, every groove, every bend he wanted to claim it as his. 

You couldn’t help it anymore. Your voice cried out in perverse pleasure as he rammed in you. Circling his hips back and forth at a momentum that wasn’t of this world. He kept drilling you, begging to go deeper into you, thrashing your love nest, embedding an impression on your body that none other would be able to match. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“G- gonna cum, Sebastian- Go- gonna cuuuuuum-” He responded simply by kissing your dampened cheek. 

“By all means, let it out.”

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.”

Damn that Sebastian! You wished he wasn’t so skillful but your body readily thanked him. Your eyes flew open, only to roll to the back of your head. Your body spasmed, a mixture of small to large thrashes overcame your hips. 

Your essence coated his dick, sliding down between your ass and staining the plushed seats underneath you.

“I love it when you spill all over me. F-fuck, that’s right. Let it all out, Y/N. It's not good to be so- fuc- pent up like this~”

As you continued your orgasm, thick globs of Sebastian’s cum came oozing out of you, your sticky fluids and his thick essence creating gel-like globs that seemed to seep out at a nonstop pace. 

He kissed your lips one more time, catching your breathless quivers, guiding you back down from your peak.

You’re so beautiful when you cum.

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“Do I really have to help Mei-Rin with the cleaning?” you buttoned up your shirt with a whine. Your hair was disheveled. Droplets of sweat were still resting on your cheeks and chin, and your body felt heavy. 

“Only for the first hour. We can’t make it obvious what we were doing as soon as we get back.” He balled up the leg of your stockings, crouching down to slide them on your feet and up your thigh. “If I were you, Y/N. I would enjoy that hour of freedom.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because, according to our terms, I’m liable to redeem a full day with you as per our agreement.” Shit.

“B-but, in this carr- you’re not tired?!” Sebastian chuckled to himself.

“On the contrary, Y/N” his eyes flickered a warm auburn from his demonic red.

“I’m just getting warmed up. So.. Make sure you stretch.” he winked at you, knocking on the top of the carriage 4 times again. This time, the coachman shouted at the horse, and they were on the move again.

“Was he there the whole time?!”

“A fairly late response considering the deed is already done, don’t you think?”

Next chapter

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