#thiddlestoffiction

You were impatient. You were desperate. You were needy. The after party couldn’t have been longer than right now. And Sebastian didn’t seem to want to get out of there any time soon.

His green velvet suit had you dripping from the moment you saw him clad in it, and you had to fight the urge to throw yourself at him and fuck him right then. You were already late for the event as it was.

You headed out of the restroom for the fifth time since you arrived. You had splashed cold water on your face in an attempt to get rid of at least some of the heat that threatened to set your whole body on fire. This time–like the four times before–had proved to no avail at all. There was nothing that could extinguish the arousal between your legs, except for the man out there clad in that goddamn green velvet suit.

You were getting tired of waiting for him to call it a night. You couldn’t ignore the throbbing ache between your thighs anymore, and you were willing to have your way with your man. Whether it was at the party or not didn’t matter to you anymore. You needed him.

You spotted him standing in the corner of the living room, talking and laughing with Chris and Anthony. He had unbuttoned his suit coat completely, leaving his black shirt underneath on display. His bow tie was slightly tilted to the right. His hair, however, remained intact, still styled smoothly back. He held a drink in his left hand and kept his right one buried in his pants pocket. The sight of him, looking relaxed and not posing for the cameras, made you drip with arousal. The man was handsome as hell, posing or not. Confidence oozed off of him, making him fucking irresistible.

You made your way toward the men, locking your eyes on Sebastian, willing him to notice you, to perceive the charge of arousal around you. He must have felt your intense gaze on him, because he turned his face in your direction. He smiled at you when he spotted you walking toward him.

“Y/N!” Anthony exclaimed when you reached them.

You placed yourself next to Sebastian, looping your arm around his waist. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and wound it around your waist, bringing you closer to him. The deep cut on the back of your dress allowed his hand to make contact with your skin, and you felt a wave of electricity travel all over your body from head to toe.

God! How could he not notice you were on fire?

“We were just talking about you,” Sebastian said, smiling down at you.

“I hope it was only good things,” you said, placing your free hand on his chest and lifting yourself on your tiptoes. He took the hint and lowered his head, pecking you on the lips.

And as soon as his lips had touched yours, they were gone. It was a fleeting kiss, barely there. And it wasn’t enough for you. You needed more. And you had to refrain yourself from pouting and whining like a spoiled brat.

“We’ve taken him away from you long enough, Y/N,” Chris said. You directed your eyes to him. “He barely sees you with all the work he has. He should be with you, not with us.” He smiled.

“You know what?” you said, returning your eyes to your boyfriend. “I agree with you. He should be with me.”

Sebastian chuckled wholeheartedly, throwing his head slightly backwards.

“You know I belong to you, doll,” he said, his voice dropping a notch, before he dove his head down and kissed you on the lips. This time it lasted longer. The tip of his tongue brushed slightly your lower lip, but before you could open your mouth to let him in, he pulled away.

There was a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes. He knew. He knew just how horny you were and he was using it against you. That bastard.

But two could play that game. And boy, were you good at it.

You reached your free hand to his bowtie and righted it so that it wasn’t tilted anymore. You ran your index finger down his chest over the soft black shirt, your mind going wild with the hard muscles that were underneath. Your finger traced the third button, threatening to undo it, but sensing your intentions, he clasped your hand gently in his, stopping you from taking this game a step further.

He turned his body in your direction, placing his front to yours. The hand that was on your waist pulled you closer, and his left hand kept your other one pressed to his chest. It looked like you two were about to dance to a non-existing tune.

“We have company, love,” he said in your ear and placed a kiss on the spot right below it, contradicting what he had just said. He knew a kiss there made you weak in the knees, and yet, he had deliberately used that knowledge against you.

You bit down on your bottom lip to restrain the moan that had formed in the back of your throat and threw a quick glance to where his friends were. They weren’t looking at you, but you knew by the way they were awkwardly standing and looking at anywhere and everywhere, that they knew exactly what was going on in front of them.

You smiled wickedly and returned your eyes to your boyfriend, who was watching you intently, a wicked smile of his own on his luscious lips.

“Then let’s not have company,” you said in a low, seductive tone. “Let’s beat it.”

“We just got here.” He teased, his right hand gliding lower down your back until it rested on the small of your back, just above the curve of your ass.

You brought the hand that was around his waist between your bodies. Your fingers ran over his clad abdomen, toying with the area just above the waistband of his pants. You felt how his muscles contracted under your touch even through the fabric, and your smile widened.

He was good at this game, but when you were turned on to the brim, you were far better.

“We got here 2 hours ago, Sebastian,” you said, still caressing his lower belly. “And I have been horny for far longer than that. I want you now.”

“You do?” His fingers slid underneath the fabric of your dress, and he was pleased when they didn’t come in touch with any more clothing under your dress. You were naked under the flimsy black fabric, and the realization sent a rush of blood to his dick.

“Mmm-hmm,” you hummed as your fingers trailed lower down, past the edge of his pants. You lifted yourself on your tiptoes and brought your mouth to his ear. “I want to rub my naked body all over this suit,” you breathed sensually in his ear. “I want to feel the velvet all over my breasts, my stomach…” Your voice dropped to a whisper as your fingers brushed his mild-hard dick over his pants. And he gasped, but the smile on his lips didn’t falter. If anything, it became wider. “My pussy,” you purred in his ear.

He growled, and before you could continue teasing him, he grabbed your wandering hand and dragged you outside the venue. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye to his co-stars, who looked at both of you with big-ass grins on their faces.

The ride home was a torture. For Sebastian.

You’d lifted the skirt of your dress to the apex of your thighs even though the length of it reached below your knees. You spread your legs slightly and started toying with the hem that barely covered your bare cunt, threatening to expose it at any time.

Sebastian glanced every now and then, and every time he did, he clenched the steering wheel tighter. His knuckles had gone white from the strength he was using, and his jaw clenched and unclenched in a rhythmic pulse.

When you reached a red light, he unbuckled his seatbelt and was on you in an instant. His right hand came behind your neck and brought your face to his; his lips landing wildly upon yours. His left hand came in contact with your bare cunt, and he growled into your mouth when he felt just how wet you were.

He’d always marveled at how sticky you got whenever you two fucked, but this was a whole new level of humidity. He would’ve never guessed playing in public turned you on this much. He was glad he’d found out tonight.

He dove two fingers easily into your cunt and started pumping them in and out rapidly, as if he were running against the traffic light. As If he wanted to make you cum before the red light turned green.

The horn behind you startled both of you, breaking the heated atmosphere. He pulled away, leaving you empty and craving for more.

You looked at him. There was a devilish smirk on his face as he brought the finger that had just been in your cunt into his mouth. And you felt yet another wave of wetness pool in the leather seat of the car.

Your chest was heaving and your cunt was pulsing and leaking. You needed some kind of friction, some kind of release. You were burning up and you didn’t think you’d be able to make it home without coming at least once. So your hand wandered in-between your legs, but his strong hand came down upon your wrist. You gasped and looked up at him. The sight that greeted you sent a shiver down your spine.

His jaw was set tight, making the bones protrude. His eyes, filled with lust, bore into yours. He looked dangerous. And boy, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a whole lot wetter.

“Don’t you dare touch that cunt.” His voice was low and husky. “I want you needy and begging for my cock, little slut.”

Oh, fuck.

This was new. It was the first time he’d used that word, and you absolutely loved it. You’d once told him about the things you liked to be called during sex, and at the time he’d been hesitant to actually use them, so you push it away. You didn’t think he’d actually call you that ever. But boy, you were glad your bold actions tonight had prompted him to do it.

There was nothing you could’ve done to stop the whimper that left your mouth at his words. You bit your bottom lip and squirmed in your seat when your pussy didn’t receive the attention it so desperately craved for.

The remainder of the journey back home was torture. For you.

Your little game had backfired, because now you couldn’t touch yourself, but Sebastian could. He’d taken advantage of your exposed legs and he’d brush his fingertips ever so lightly over your soft skin more often than not. He’d trail a torturous path up your thighs until his fingers were mere inches away from your needy pussy to then remove his hands abruptly. The little whimpers of frustration you let out made him smirk, and you hated his guts for that.

When he pulled up at the driveway, he turned to you in a swift movement. He grabbed your face by the cheeks with his left hand, cupping your chin in the hollow between his forefinger and thumb. He drew his face inches away from your face, and when he spoke, his warm breath whispered across your lips.

“You’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?” You whimpered at his words, not being able to force the words out of you. “You need my cock that much, huh?” He brought his lips closer to yours until they were barely brushing against each other. He dragged the tip of his tongue ever so slightly over your parted lips. You tried to approach your lips closer and seal the kiss, but the grip on your chin stopped you from doing so.

“Sebastian,” you all but whimpered. And he chuckled.

“I noticed how horny you were before we even got out of the house. But I wanted to see how far you’d go to get what you wanted.” He ran the tip of his nose along your left cheek until his lips reached your ear. “I thought you’d last longer, baby girl.” He captured your earlobe between his teeth briefly. You shivered and moaned. You were positive the car seat was now a big puddle of your own juices.

He faced you again and landed a fervent kiss upon your lips. Wild and passionate. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouths. The hand that was cupping your chin traveled swiftly down in between your legs, and your hips jerked forward on their own accord.

He put two fingers in your pussy with ease and started fingering you like a mad man. His fingers went in and out of you in a fast pace, and the friction the heel of his hand provided on your clit had you dizzy.

When he felt you were close, he left his fingers inside you and started twisting them upwards in a ‘come hither’ motion. The kiss was broken when your mouth hung open pleasure. And now instead of your hips moving toward his fingers, you were trying to pull them away. But there was no escape. He had you trapped against the back of the seat and there was not enough space to move.

His fingers picked up speed, and the friction on your sweet spot became rougher. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, and there was no way to stop it even if his fingers did.

Oh, but his fingers didn’t stop. He pressed his palm against your clit and started rubbing his hand against it, and you were tipping over the edge fast.

Your body convulsed in pure ecstasy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your back arched off the seat. Your mouth hung own but there was no sound coming out of it. Your legs closed on their own accord, trapping his hand between them. When he didn’t stop, and you couldn’t take it anymore, you grabbed him by the wrist and tried to pull it away, but he just wouldn’t stop.

“P-Please.” He chuckled, but he stopped.

Your body felt limply on the seat. Your body still trembled with the aftershocks of such intense orgasm. Your skin was sweaty and your chest heaved, trying to recover your breath.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, and you smiled. He greeted you back with a wider smile as he brought his soaked fingers upon your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his digits and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste of your own pussy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, enthralled by the way you so eagerly tasted yourself off of his fingers.

You released his fingers with an audible pop and he growled before taking your face by the nape of your neck and clashing his lips hungrily against yours.

Your hand found its way down to his pants. His cock was rock hard behind his zipper, and you wasted no time in dragging it down and taking his dick out. The tip was already wet with pre-cum, and he moaned into your mouth when you ran the pad of your thumb along his opening. You started pumping him at a regular pace, smearing his pre-cum along his shaft. He broke the kiss off to look down at his lap, and he sat back on his seat, enjoying both the feeling and the view.

You shifted in your seat, turning in his direction, and lowered your head down to his cock. You gave a few tentative licks along his opening and around the tip before wrapping your lips around the head. The moan that escaped him sent a fresh wave of arousal to your pussy, and you couldn’t help but smile around his dick.

You looked up at him. His blown eyes were fixed on you. A cute scowl adorned his forehead and his plump red lips were parted open. You absolutely loved the sight he provided. Because it made you feel, if just for an instant, that it was you who was in control, not him.

You dove lower down, taking more of him into your mouth. You felt his hand landing upon the back of your head, pushing you ever so gently against his cock. The hand that was around his shaft slid all the way down until it reached the base of his cock, and you took him completely. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged.

“Fuck!” He growled, and he allowed himself to close his eyes and drop his head backwards.

You started bobbing your head up and down, slobbering his cock. And every time your nose reached the green velvet, you stayed there a little longer than the time before.

He was going crazy. His fingers threaded through your hair, and grabbing a fistful, he started guiding your movements. He wouldn’t let you go back to the tip anymore. The feel of your warm throat around his cock had his head fuzzy and his vision blurry. The garbled sounds that left your throat had him on the edge. He was dangerously close. And that’s when he decided to stop.

He pulled you away from his cock roughly by the hair. The sound you made when you took in a deep breath made his cock twitch. A thread of his pre-cum and your own spit hung from your lower lip, and he loved the sight in front of him so much he couldn’t help but clash his lips hungrily against yours. His actions caught you off guard, and a small whimper of surprise left your lips to get lost into the kiss.

“You’re such a dirty little slut, huh?” he breathed against your mouth before capturing your lower lip between his teeth. The cheeky smile that spread across your face made him grunt low in his chest. “Come here.”

He wound his arm around your waist and pulled you toward him. You got his intentions, and wasting no time, you straddled him. His cock rested between your legs, along your swollen pussy. The contact of the soft velvet against the back of your thighs added an extra layer of pleasure to your senses. But you’d meant what you told him earlier at the party. You wanted to feel the soft fabric of his suit all over your naked skin. So you pulled the thin straps of the dress off your shoulders hastily. But Sebastian was having none of that. He too remembered the promise you’d made, and he was eager to see you rub your pretty self all over the suit you’d loved so much.

He took hold of the cleavage of the dress and tore it open easily. You gasped at his actions. But you’d be lying if his animalistic ways didn’t have you dripping onto his velvet pants.

He tossed the remnants of the dress to the copilot seat and put his left hand onto your hip. His hold on it was so tight you could feel the bruises already forming. With his free hand he grabbed his dick and tapped it on your pussy a few times. You looked down, enthralled by the sticky threads that your juices and his pre-cum made every time his dick pulled away from your cunt. You bit down on your bottom lip. His cock looked so delicious right now. It was glistening with spit and pre-cum. The head was swollen and red, just the same tint as those luscious lips of his. You looked up at him and grabbing him by both sides of his face, you landed a heated kiss upon his mouth.

“Please, fuck me.” You begged against his lips before meshing your lips against his in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

He could’ve dragged this off. He could’ve made you beg a little bit more. But he was dying to be inside you, to feel the warmth of your cunt engulfing him whole. So lifting you by the hip, he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy and pushed you all the way down onto his shaft until he bottomed out. You cried out in both pleasure and pain. You tugged at his hair on instinct and he moaned.

You started swaying your hips back and forth, making him graze all the right spots within you. His hands traveled from your hips to your ass and he squeezed it roughly. He looked up at you. His pupils were so blown that the blue of his eyes was barely visible. His mouth hung open in the shape of an O. His lips were red and swollen, glistening with both your and his spit. He looked so damn gorgeous.

“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t ya? Can’t even contain yourself while we’re in public. I bet you were willing to get fucked in front of all those people, huh?” You moaned your response, and your hips shifted their pace from back and forth to up and down. “Can’t hear ya, baby. Who’s Daddy’s little slut?”

You had to stop for a second when he uttered those words. If he kept talking like that, you’d cum in a minute. But stopping hadn’t been such a good idea. You felt the slap on your left ass cheek before hearing it. And you yelped and jumped at the stinging pain.

“Didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” There was no time for you to answer before another slap came down upon your right ass cheek. The crack echoed in the car. “Fuck that pretty little pussy on that cock, baby girl. Make your Daddy cum.”

The sound that left your mouth was a mixture between a moan and a whimper. His words alone could make you cum, the huskiness of his voice, the demanding tone. But he had to add the dirty words, and the slapping. And the fucking Daddy word. You’d never really thought he was actually going to use it someday. But boy, were you glad he’d decided to do it now.

He was going to be the death of you.

You placed your feet on either side of the seat in a squat like position and started slamming yourself down onto his cock. The new angle allowed him to go in deeper, and the slight upward curve of his dick hit that sweet spot within you.

“Now that’s a good girl.” He looked down at where your bodies met and he couldn’t help but moan at the sight. The way his cock disappeared between your swollen pussy lips was delightful, and every time you went up, he could see just how sticky and creamy you were. You were enjoying this far too much.

He looked up at you and he smiled when he saw you looking at him with lust laden eyes. Your lower lip was caught between your teeth, and there was a smile upon your lips. Your skin was covered in a sheen light of sweat, and your hair stuck to your face and neck. You looked utterly wrecked, and he fucking loved it.

He placed his right hand around your neck while his other hand rested upon your hip. He pressed gently the pads of his fingers on either side of your neck, and you felt immediately how your airways started to close. Your cunt clenched around his cock at the realization, and you drew your head backwards to allow him more access.

He chuckled at your actions as he applied more pressure to your neck. You started feeling dizzy and your vision got fuzzy. But you could also feel your orgasm approaching you quickly and in tidal waves. And then he spoke. And you were done for.

“Are you gonna cum, slut? Huh? Is that pretty little cunt going to cum?”

“F-Fuck.”

“Who’s Daddy’s little slut?” The pressure on your neck increased. Everything was so blurry and you were trying so hard to focus on keep on riding him. The slap across your face brought you back to reality for an instant. “Answer me. Who’s Daddy’s little slut?”

“I–“ but you couldn’t think straight anymore. The words refused to come out of your mouth. You were falling over the edge, and it was blinding. A pure white ecstasy engulfed you, and you let it take over you as your eyes squeezed shut. Your whole body trembled. Your toes curled on the seat and your moans became shrill whimpers.

“Look at me.” You heard in the distance. “Look at me while you cum.” You barely felt the slap on the other side of your face, but you followed the voice and opened your eyes.

Sebastian was looking up at you, his mouth open in the perfect shape of an O. You didn’t know when you’d stopped riding him, because now it was him thrusting up into you. His hand around your neck had landed upon your abandoned hip. You were not quite recovered from such an orgasm, and yet you could still feel another one coming.

He was relentless and merciless. He kept pounding into you, chasing after his own orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned and looked down at where his dick disappeared between your folds. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re gonna make me cum.”

His pace quickened. The rough thrusts had you tipping over the edge again, and that was his undoing. Your walls clenching around his cock made him cum madly. Ribbons of thick hot cum painted your inner walls, and he kept thrusting erratically. Two, three, four more thrusts and he stilled. He let his forehead dropped against your chest, and the tight grip on your hips was replaced by a soft caress where his fingers had dug too deeply.

His shallow, unstable breath fanned across the sweat beads on your skin, making you shiver. Your fingers carded through the hair at the nape of his head, and it was his turn to shiver. Both of you giggled. And the contrast of such innocent sound against the filthiest sex you’d ever had so far made you giggle a little more.

When his breathing was more stable, he looked up at you. Lust was no longer brimming his eyes. Instead there was tiredness and the unmistakable love he had for you. And the cutest smile spread across his beautiful sweaty face.

He reached his right hand up and brushed the hair out of your face, before cupping your cheek and pulling you closer for the sweetest kiss you’d had during the night. When the kiss ended, neither of you pulled away. Instead, you pressed your forehead against his and remained with your eyes closed.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

The concern in his voice made your eyes fly open. “I’m perfectly fine, baby.” You pressed a reassuring peck upon his lips. “And, by the way“–you placed both hands on either side of his face–“I am Daddy’s little slut.”