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Chapter 1:
Summary: You eagerly go to see Robin to discuss plans to renovate your house and end up running into Sebastian. When you’re left alone with him, things start getting weird but you kinda like it.

After tending to the farm on a cool, crisp Autumn morning, you make your way to the mountains. You’re excited to have finally saved enough money and supplies for renovations on your old farm house. You’ve worked hard and put in so much effort to make this farm and house a home. You’ve come to adore it. You’re ready to finally have it truly reflect the vision you’ve had in mind since day 1.

Even though you’re excited to see Robin and beginning planning all the renovations, you feel a tinge of nervousness knowing that you’re likely to run into him. Sure, he’s been nice enough to you and you both share the same friend circle, but there’s always been some uncertainty you have about him. You catch him staring at you when he is with Sam and Abigail. Instead of turning away when you catch him, he continues staring relentlessly. You always end up turning away, red in the cheeks, cause seriously, what the FUCK is staring at?! You feel like you can never escape his gaze. No matter when or where the group hangs out he will always position himself in perfect view of you. He once made Sam move seats just so he could have a better view! Of course, he played it off as it being too drafty over there, which I knew was total bullshit, but it was enough for Sam.

It seems like he takes any opportunity to touch you. Sitting on the couch, your knees will touch. Walking around town, his hand will brush against yours. Sometimes, when he talks directly to you, he’ll place his hand on the small of your back. It gives you goosebumps just thinking about it. What really takes the cake is how he talks to you when no one is listening. The first time it happened, you brought over a round of drinks at the Stardrop Saloon. As you handed him the frosty glass of beer he looked at you lazily but gave a coy smirk and softly purred “Good girl”. Honestly, you didn’t need a mirror to know how red your cheeks were.

It was confirmed by Abby’s concerned look and commenting, “Uh Y/n, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. You look pretty flushed.” Of course it made him snicker since he was well aware of the reason my cheeks were beaming red like the tail lights of a truck. Abby’s comment, combined with his laugh and Sam’s stupid, oblivious expression only made the glowing redness worse.
He also said something similar after they walked you home that night, and he hung back just to whisper, “Be a good girl, and go straight to bed. I’ll know if you disobey me and there will be consequences.” I chalked it up to being wasted cause there’s no way I heard him right.

With all these instances and all your evidence, you’ve still convinced yourself that you’re just reading too far into it. Maybe it’s a joke or his own little game or maybe it’s just all in your head. You shake off those memories and try to ignore the feeling in your gut that’s screaming at you to avoid him at all costs. Instead, you focus on the excitement you have for your future house plans.

When you enter the large cottage, you’re greeted by Robin’s warm smile. “Hi Y/n! How can I help you?”

Unable to hide the eagerness in your voice, you reply “I’m ready to upgrade!”. You pull out a binder filled with drawings, magazine cut outs and other references for your vision, and place it on the counter between you two. Robin clearly looks taken aback seeing how much time and detail you’ve put into this.

“How bout we go over this over coffee?” she offers. “Plus, we can spread out more on the kitchen table.”

You feel that tug in your gut telling you not to venture further into the house. But you push it aside and merrily agree, following Robin into the kitchen. She kindly pulls out a chair for you which you nervously sit in knowing that this seat has its back to the door of the basement. Fuck, you think to yourself. Robin starts preparing the coffee so you take the opportunity to look over your shoulder at the door. I’m here pretty early and the door is shut so I’d hear him if he comes up here… hopefully he’s still asleep. Even if he’s awake, he doesn’t typically leave the basement much. You let out a small sigh of relief at the reassuring thoughts and turn back towards Robin as she places the steamy cup of coffee in front of you. She definitely noticed you looking at the basement door.

“Sebastian is here if you wanna go say hi. I’m sure he’d be alright with you going down there to say hey. He’d chew my head off though if I went down there”, she lightly giggled at her last comment.

“I’m alright!”, you respond a little too fast. You quickly change the subject to your house plans and you and Robin both start diving into the binder.

Robin seems pretty impressed by the time, effort and research you put into your house plans and even gives a little praise. It fills you with a sense of pride mixed with embarrassment. You both continue discussing your ideas when you comment, “I really love the lightness of the birch wood, but I would love to see some examples of the wood stains you have in stock before I make my final decision.” As the sentence flows from your mouth you hear the steps creak and approaching footsteps. A shiver runs up your spine knowing that he’s ascending the basement stairs.

You try to retain your composure while Robin responds to your last comment, “Sure! I’ll go grab them from my work room.” Shit! You should offer to go with her just so you can avoid him, but you’re too late. She’s already out of the room and he’s already turning the door knob.

*click*

The door gives a soft, brief creak as it swings open. You freeze in place, your grip on the mug tightening along with pressure in your chest. The basement door shuts gently with the same click noise it opened with, then everything falls silent. You don’t dare move or look back at him. You’re then hit with an overwhelming and familiar feeling. You haven’t turned to him to check, but you can feel him staring. It makes you feel vulnerable, self conscious… dirty. After what feels like forever, he finally moves to walk past you to the kitchen counter, making certain he brushes against your arm as he passes.

Tilting your gaze up slightly, you take in the full scene before you. Sebastian’s back was to you. His jet black hair glinting in the sunlight streaming from the kitchen window was a complete mess, as if he had just woken up. This theory was supported by the loose hanging pajama bottoms that revealed the top hem of his underwear. He also wasn’t wearing a shirt. His pale skin looked even paler against his dark hair and pants and he was surprisingly more sculpted than you imagined for a tall, lanky programmer. While his body was fairly slim, his muscles were well trimmed. You had to admit to yourself that he definitely looked damn good.

He continued fixing himself a cup of coffee with his back to you and you secretly prayed he wouldn’t turn around till Robin got back. No such luck. He turns to you, while stirring his coffee with a metal spoon, and flatly asks, “Top off your coffee?”

You look down at the mug which is now nearly empty from the unconscious, nervous sipping you were doing. You glance back up at Sebastian who’s waiting for your answer and you try to form the words but don’t even know which words to form. Finally you squeak out a barely coherent “yes”. His expression remains disinterested as he walks over and places his hand on your mug to grab it, but he pauses.

“Yes… what?”, he coos, forming a sly smile. What the hell does he want you to say? Are you not minding your manners or something? You can only think of one reasonable response.

“Yes… please?” Your clear confusion makes him grin wider as he takes your mug over to the counter.

Robin pops around the door frame and a wave of relief washes over you. “Hey Seb, have you seen the stain swatch board I had in my workshop? I could’ve sworn it was at the end of my work bench but I can’t find it anywhere.” Oh no.

“Nope. Did you check your wood shed? You always put random stuff in there.” Sebastian said casually, not looking in her direction.

“Yeah, I’ll go look out there, and… hey!” She playfully points a finger at him. “Be a good host”, she teases and then disappears back behind the corner.

He continues to pour coffee into your mug and grabs a small bottle of “Sweet Cream” creamer from the fridge. He adds a fair amount of cream to your coffee, making sure you can see exactly how much he adds. He makes sure you’re watching as he begins gently stirring your coffee with his index finger. “No clean spoons.” he lies. He pulls his finger out and fully inserts it in his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around it as he slowly pulls it back out before reinserting it in the coffee. However, this time he added his middle finger. He does a few more swirls with the two fingers before he opens his mouth to lay the fingers on his tongue. He closes his mouth around them and spreads the fingers to opposite sides of his jaw, allowing his tongue to penetrate the gap between the two. He then confidently waltzes over to you, setting the warm mug of heavily-fingered, caramel-colored coffee in front of you. “Drink up” he purrs.

Uncertain of what the hell just happened, you take the mug in your hands and take a small sip. If you hadn’t just watched Sebastian finger-fuck your coffee, you’d be inclined to ask how he knew how you take your coffee. It’s your absolute perfect ratio of cream and coffee, which is surprising considering you tend to like more cream than the average coffee consumer.

You’re about to place the mug back on the table when Sebastian firmly commands, “All of it.”
You sheepishly look up at his face as he stands above you, watching and waiting for your next move.

He’s joking, right? Just goofing with me…
You continue to look at him hoping to call his bluff but his expression remains stern and unyielding.
Oh Yoba, he’s not joking… This has to be a nightmare.

You meet his gaze one more time hoping this is just some sort of elaborate prank. With every passing second Sebastian seems to be growing more impatient. With a small tremble, you lift the mug back up to your lips and drink. You’ve barely made a dent in the warm beverage when you feel Sebastian cup your chin and tilt your head back further. The hot liquid careening through your mouth and down your throat. In your stunned state, you let out a small moan to try to keep yourself from choking on a large amount of liquid gushing into you. You blink away the little tears at the corners of your eyes as you try to take it all in. The whole time Sebastian is looming above you with a menacing smile, making sure you get every drop.

When the cup empties, you gasp desperately for air. You only manage a few inhales before Sebastian forcefully pushes his lips against your open mouth and begins exploring every crevice of warm, coffee-flavored mouth with his tongue.

This… am I dreaming? This can’t possibly be real.
You remain frozen as he continues to forcefully yet passionately kiss you. Your mind is spinning with disbelief making you incapable of response. He finally releases your lips still leaving you questioning your sanity. As he turns to head for the basement door he leans down to whisper in your ear “Such a good, obedient girl. I’ll have to reward my girl later for behaving so well”.

You’re left in a daze not knowing what to think or feel. You don’t know if you want to scream or cry or run away. You finally are able to regain control of your body and shift uncomfortably in the chair attempting to readjust.
Shit.

You didn’t even realize it till you started moving that you soaked through your panties. You feel the all too familiar redness burn your cheeks and you contemplate what to do next. You completely forgot about Robin until she proudly marches in with the pine swatch board. You try your best to compose yourself and not think about the last ten minutes or however long it was.

As you and Robin continue talking it gets easier and easier to focus on the plans rather than the small mess in your panties. Thankfully Robin is so consumed by the house plans, she doesn’t notice your rosy, pink cheeks or your still clearly flustered speech. You can feel your cheeks and state of mind returning to normal until you hear a text notification on the phone. You pull your phone from your pocket and glance at the notification on screen.

-Sebastian-

You could feel your hair stand on end as you anxiously opened the message.

-Go with the birch. Natural-

You quickly turn your screen off and shove your phone back in your pocket trying to refocus on Robin and cabinetry for your kitchen. The rest of your conversation goes without a hitch and the previous excitement you had is finally starting to return.

“Okay, so I think the only thing left is the wood choice and color. Have you made a decision?” Robin smiled at you, awaiting your answer.

“I think I’ll go with the birch wood. Natural, please”, you reply.

Robin beamed excitedly as I took some final notes in her notebook. You both gathered and organized the binder you brought over and headed to her store counter. As you ironed out the details of payment and scheduling, Robin added, “There will be one night where you can’t stay in the house. Between the construction, dust and paint fumes, it’s just not a safe environment to sleep in. I know it’s kind of short notice, so, if you can’t find somewhere else to stay, you’re more than welcome to spend the night here.” She gave a warm, genuine smile when extending the invitation, making it far more difficult to turn her down.

“I really appreciate it but I’ll probably end up staying with Leah,” you politely declined.
“Well, if you change your mind or things don’t work out, the offer still stands.” The voice sent a cold chill down your spine. You turn to see Sebastian has re-emerged from the basement and had clearly been listening to your conversation.

“Of course,” Robin agreed with her son. “In the meantime, I’ll get started with the blueprints and head over tomorrow morning.” You mustered the best smile you could for Robin and avoided eye contact with Sebastian as you quickly departed. Part of you was glad to take the long walk back to give yourself time to process all the crazy shit that happened.

Was it a dream?

As you walk, you’re reminded of the wetness in your panties.

A wet dream?

You scold yourself for being turned on by something insane and continue to sit with that self-contempt as you trudge your way home. You hated what he did to you, but more than anything, you hated that you enjoyed it.

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-After you leave at Sebastian’s house-

Once you’re out the door, Sebastian immediately starts making plans. This is far too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. Just like in Solarian Chronicles, he is in control of the board and just needs to make the path clear for you. To do so means to make alternative paths… inaccessible.

Robin gives Sebastian a small look of surprise saying, “I’m surprised you’re being so hospitable.” Sebastian paints an expression of boredom as he replies, “yeah, well she is basically part of our group now. I should be friendly, at least to keep the peace.”
Robin gives a knowing nod, a little disappointed in her son’s answer. She kind of hoped that he was putting himself out there more but his response reflects only preservation of the status quo.

“So you’re gonna be away working this week?”, he tries to get the answers he needs but also not tip his mom off about any of his intentions.

“Yeah, I gotta finish these blueprints tonight and have her approve them. If that goes well, I’ll prob head there tomorrow morning to start construction. I’ll be working pretty late so it’ll likely just be you, Maru and Demetri for dinner these next few nights. Try not to antagonize either of them, please?” She gives Sebastian a pleading look knowing it’s a hard task.

“Ughh”, Sebastian groans as he turns his back to her to walk to the basement, but he already has a wicked grin by the time he reaches the door. He plops down in his computer chair and takes a deep breath as he readies himself for the next part of his plan.

Later that evening, a small ding sounds from his computer sending him in an excited frenzy to get to the notification.

Email from: [email protected]
To: y/[email protected]
Hi y/n,
Here is an attached copy of the blueprints I designed. Let me know if you have any questions or edits. I was planning to head over to your farm tomorrow morning, after I get these plans approved. Also, the day that you can’t stay in the house should fall on Thursday, Fall 11. I’ll be sure to keep you up to date with any changes.
Looking forward to seeing you,
Robin

Sebastian downloads the blueprints onto his desktop and begins studying them thoroughly, typing notes on his other monitor as he peruses them. He then opens up the file in his editing software and starts to make a few adjustments. Some are small, like a larger closet, an access door from the house to the crawl space, large bay windows out front, and LOTS more electrical outlets and other cable hookups. Most of these would go unnoticed under that cute, oblivious nose of yours. He made sure to to use the most technical terms and odd specifications for all the electrical work, knowing that they’d confuse his mom, resulting in her asking for his help with installation.

Now for the more sizable changes. A small wood shelter to the side of the house that can be passed off as extra wood storage or whatever farm shit you wanted to put in there. He made sure it was the perfect location to obscure his motorcycle headlights for his “late night visits” and far enough from the house for the sound of the engine to not disturb your precious sleep. This change would be obvious to you but he knew he could pass it off as kindness from his mother who just appreciates her business. The last big change was that crawl space. Sebastian couldn’t help but think to himself what a lucky girl you are to be receiving a fully finished crawl space (an expense he’d have to foot but knew it was well worth it for his precious girl).

While finishing up his special tweaks, he received another email notification.

Hey Robin!
These look sooooo great! I’m so excited to get started! I only have one edit to ask and it’s super small. Could you install a security camera to my front porch? I bought the camera already, so it just needs an install. Other than that, the blueprints are officially approved :D
Thanks again!
Y/n

Even in email format you were adorable. Sebastian could feel his dick twitch as he read the email in your voice. And your compliance certainly helped. You definitely made his plans go a lot smoother and he couldn’t help but to utter “good girl” under his breath. He had already prepared for your response and had your email go straight to him instead of Robin. He then composed an email from your account to read nearly the same but asking for the additional edits he made. As he prepared a response to your email posing as his mother, there was a knock at his door.

Sebastian quickly and skillfully minimized the applications and opened a decoy webpage that had articles on Solarian Chronicles.

“What” he shouted in his typical annoyed tone.

Robin gently opened the door and stood in the doorway. “I know you hate when I bug you, but I just got an email from y/n about some edits on the blueprints. Everything is pretty standard but she asked for some internet wire stuff - or something like that - and, while most of the installations are easy, hers are pretty specific. I’m just a little out of my depth on this one so I was hoping that maybe you’d be willing to take a look and give me a hand?”

To his expectation, Sebastian threw his head back letting out an annoyed groan. “Fine, I guess,” he said in usual flat tone, even though he was thrilled to see his plans fall into place. Robin gave a warm thanks to Sebastian, trying not to gush over how happy she was to have him help her and retreated back up the basement stairs (making sure she closed the door behind her).

Sebastian, still playing middleman between yours and Robin’s emails, finished up the last of the emails, letting you know that your requests would be accommodated and giving a small heads up to the mini shelter in order to prevent you questioning Robin in person. He tilted back on his chair with pride at his tactical approach and flawless execution.

His thoughts turned from self praise to imagining the final outcome of all this hard work. You. You belonging to him. It made him hard just thinking about you being all his. His long piano fingers work their way down to the large bulge in his jeans. He gently cups it from below and gently rubs his thumb over his denim covered shaft. He lets out a satisfied moan as he melts away into his fantasy of you begging on your hands and knees for his cock.

Unable to pull himself from his imagination he hastily undoes his jeans, slipping them to his ankles, and reaches back to the drawer behind him to grab his needed supplies. He moves a piece of fabric to the desk and fishes out a pink bottle of lotion labeled with the scent “ sweet pea and cherry blossom”; the same lotion and scent you use. He squirts a generous amount into hand and swatches a small amount of the creamy, soft pink liquid under his nose. He takes a deep inhale of the scent and focuses back into his fantasy of you being so needy for his dick.

He starts stroking the length of his shaft as he imagines you on all fours, ass in the air, moaning and begging for him to satisfy you. He imagines your pussy’s lips dripping wet and trembling in anticipation and desire for him to stick it in you but he loves seeing you in this state and wants to tease you further into submission. All four fingers are wrapped tightly around his cock, now, and he begins making longer, faster strokes along his shaft.

He thinks of him teasing your soaked cunt with his index finger, circling your precious, little hole as you beg for him to be inside you. You’d even buck your hips trying to maneuver his finger inside you but it doesn’t work. He’d call you a naughty girl for trying a trick like that before he’s given you permission. He firmly slaps your ass as punishment and to reposition you. You let out a horny shriek as you can still feel the warm sting on your ass cheek.

Sebastian pumps faster on his cock, engaging his thumb to rub the underside of head, forcing him to throw his head back and release a deep moan. He sinks further into his fantasy. He imagines feather lightly teasing your clit, causing more of your juices to spill out. Your struggle breathes a clear sign of your stimulation. He runs his head around the edge of your hole as he continues playing with his favorite button. All the anticipation and teasing becomes too much for you and your plush, pink walls contract in orgasm, shooting your slick juices out and onto his tip where he was still making playful circles.

Sebastian was furiously fapping at that point, edging himself closer and closer to release. He knew exactly what would push him over the edge. He would gently scold you for cumming before he even got his dick inside you. He calls you a needy, impatient princess who can’t stand not having things go her way. He also reminds you that he didn’t give you his permission to finish. Even though you would still be coming down from the high of your orgasim, his scolding would leave you disappointed in yourself and on the verge of tears for not properly obeying Sebastian. Right as you attempt to form an apology, Sebastian rams his cock deep into your still gushing pussy. You let out a sharp yelp but Sebastian prevents if from escaping when he presses his mouth into yours.He then starts with a few slow pumps trying to give your tight pussy time to adjust to his long, thick member. But, similar to you, he can sometimes be a bit impatient and begins thrusting faster, harder… deeper. He can hear the sounds of your juices squelching with each thrust and the smell of your cum mixed with the scented lotion wafts up to his nostrils. He feels absolutely euphoric. His cock throbs inside your warm, sticky insides, indicating how close he is to releasing his load. It’s also clear to him that you are equally as close, due to the rhythmic tightening of you fleshy walls. He whispers to you, “be a good girl and take it all, okay? Only good girls get to cum.” You bite your lip trying your best to obey his commands but the pleasure is beginning to swell again and you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold on. Thankfully, Sebastian nears his climax, giving deep grunts with each thrust. “That’s my girl… such a good… obedient g-girl.” He pushes out the words in deep, airy breaths. “My perfect g-good gir…. fffff-f-fffuck”, he roars as his thrusts deep into your sloppy pussy, gushing his hot, thick cum into your velvety soft lips. As soon as you feel his sweet cream inside you, you immediately erupt into your own orgasm that clenches his dick, push out every drop of his cum into your overflowing hole.

Before he shoots his load all over his desk he grabs the cloth from earlier, using it to cover the end of his dick as he releases his actual load in real life. It pours out of him, soaking into the cloth and dripping down the sides of his shaft and hand. He lays there for a bit as his cock empties and he imagines what your face would look like when you orgasm. He wipes up the rest of the mess with the small cloth, now fully soaked in seamen and holds it in his hands, unfurled. Your pink and white panties, with a little lacey trim are drenched in his sperm. His dying boner twitches at the sight of them.

He gently places the cum-soaked panties in a ziploc bag and rummages to the back of his closet to pull out a large trunk with a lock. Fishing the key from his secret hiding place behind the outlet, he tenderly unlocks the chest and places his newest treasure delicately inside, next to the other pieces of his collection. He picks up one photo in particular to examine. The picture is of you looking over your shoulder toward the camera while reaching back to unhook your bra. It’s clear that the photo was taken unbeknownst to you and just outside your bedroom window at night.

Sebastian gives the photo a gentle, tender kiss as he places it back on the stack of what seems to be hundreds of others like it. He pushes the chest back into his closet and rehides the key.

After another masturbation session in the shower with his imaginary version of you (one where you needily ride his cock as he plays an online game sesh with Sam and Abigail), he cleans off and stations himself back at his desk.

“Time for the next phase,” he says softly to himself with a sly grin. He then pulls up the window on his computer that displays all the text messages on your phone. He sips from the cold mug of coffee that you had drank from this morning and begins typing away.

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It’s 6:00 AM Tuesday, Fall 9 and instead of being woken up by your usual rooster call, you’re roused by the loud buzz of power tools. Clearly Robin has already begun her work, so you might as well get up so you can complete yours as well.

You peek out the window before you get ready, just to make sure she’s alone out there with no other members of her family, specifically Sebastian. Seeing that the coast is clear, you begin your morning routine. As you hastily shovel down your slightly-under fried eggs, you begin making plans as to how to handle your night away from the farm and any possible contingency plans should they fall through.

After finishing all your chores on the farm and giving a friendly wave to Robin, you head over to Leah’s house with one of your best aged bottles of cherry wine to help sweeten the deal. Not that it’s necessary since Leah is your closest friend here in the Valley, but it’s more of a “thank you” gift for when she happily agrees to let you spend the night this coming Thursday. Plus, it’ll give you a chance to tell her all the crazy shit that’s been happening with Sebastian (omitting certain details obviously).

As you approach Leah’s little cabin, you see her round the corner of her home with a concerned look on her face and phone to her ear. You only catch a few words at the end of her conversation before she spots you and proceeds to end the conversation. She waves and embraces you with a quick hug, still maintaining a worried look on her face.

“Hey, everything okay?”, you ask with genuine concern. It’s not often you see Leah this stressed out.

“Not really,” she half-heartedly chuckles with a defeated look in her eyes. “I have a wicked bad termite infestation so I’ve been on the phone with exterminators all morning. The fastest appointment any of them have is for tomorrow but because of how bad the infestation is, they’re gonna have to fumigate my house, which means I have to stay somewhere else for the next three days.” She gives an exasperated huff before she continues. “So… I’m looking for a temporary place to stay and also trying to move all my wood sculptures out of the termites path of destruction. Thankfully, the one thing they haven’t gotten to is those so I’m trying to keep it that way. Mayor Lewis said I can store my sculptures and supplies in the community center for the time being so… it’s something.” She looks down at the ground, collecting herself before and looks back up to you. “So what’s up with you?” she asks in a joking tone trying to maintain some optimism in the situation.

“Oh, I…” You debate whether or not to tell her you also needed a place to stay since your problem seems far less dire than hers. “I just wanted to stop by and give you this.” You hand her the hand-packaged bottle of wine with a sympathetic smile.

“Fuck, this is exactly what I need.” She pulls the cork out with her teeth and takes a very VERY long swig. With wine dribbling down her chin, she asks, “think you have room in that big ole farmhouse for one more?”

It’s hard to hide the true disappointment in your voice as you remind her that you’re having work done on the house and that you were also looking for a place to stay. You also apologize for being unable to help your good friend when she really needs you.

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot you were getting some work done. That’s exciting, though. And you don’t need to apologize. I’m sure Elliot will let me crash, especially if I bring this wine with me.” She glances down at the half drunk bottle of wine. “Or maybe I’ll get him some of Gus’s crab cakes.”

You both let out a light laugh which helps ease your minds and you part ways to focus on your next steps. Plan A was a bust and it was your most solid plan, making you a bit nervous. You remind yourself that you have contingency plans for this very reason. You take a deep breath to rally yourself as you begin walking to Sam’s house.

*****

“Oh shit, that sucks,” Sam says after you explain your situation to him. You even add Leah’s predicament to your story to show how your options are running out. He listens intently but sometimes you swear it’s going in one ear and out the other.

“So anyway, that’s why I was hoping I could crash with you? I know you’d need to ask your mom and I’m totally fine sleeping on the couch.” You try to plead your case as convincingly as possible.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n, but I can’t. My little brother got some virus or something and now it’s spread to my mom, so the whole house is in quarantine.”

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!

“I bet Abby or Seb could help you out though,” he suggests with that sweet grin of his. He’s always so sweet and willing to help but hearing Sebastian’s name sends a cool chill down your spine. Damn, it’s impossible to be mad at Sam with his puppy dog expression and sweet sincerity. He’s always been so warm and kind to you, even when you were the new girl in town.

“Yeah, I’ll probably ask Abby next. Thanks, Sam.”

As you turn to leave, Sam calls out to you, “I bet Seb would prefer you ask him!” It’s an innocent tease, but you feel your cheeks burn bright red as you try to laugh along with him at his little “joke”. You bury your rosy cheeks in your jacket as you book it to Abigail’s place.
You’ve returned to your normal pigment by the time you reach Pierre’s store. You head to the far door near the counter, giving Pierre a brief wave as he finishes up with a customer, but before you reach the door, Pierre calls for your attention.

“If you’re going to see Abigail, I’m going to politely ask you to refrain.” He hands the customer their receipt and waits for them to gain some distance before continuing. “She’s grounded for the next two weeks.”

Uhhh isn’t she a grown woman? You keep your thoughts to yourself, as you watch your last chance at a place to stay (that’s free of Sebastian) evaporate before your eyes. You’re desperate at this point so you try one last ditch effort.

“Oh gosh, I had no idea,” you respond, really laying on the charm. “It’s especially bad timing cause I really needed a place to stay this Thursday.” You go on to explain the construction, and the following series of unfortunate events, hoping to earn sympathy points, and persuade him to make an exception. “So that’s why I’m urgently searching. I promise I won’t be a nuisance and I could stay on the couch rather than Abby’s room.” Your desperation is becoming evident and you rapidly search your thoughts for more convincing ideas. “And I’ll promise not to talk to Abby while I’m here… and…”,you trail off trying to think of a better argument, but Pierre stops you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I really wish I could help you but this just isn’t a good time.”

Fucking dick. If he did actually want to help you, he’d agree to let you stay.

“I understand,” you say with a tinge of bitterness. “Oh, I used that wonderful deluxe fertilizer you suggested. It worked wonders on my yams! I might stock up for the rest of my crops too…”

Pierre narrowed his eyes at you and your blatant attempt at bribery. He paused for a moment and you felt a tiny glimmer of hope that he was actually considering your offer.

“The answer is no, Y/n. I hope to see you back another day for that fertilizer.” That was definitely his way of asking you to leave. You give a polite nod in acknowledgment and leave the shop.

How? How is all this happening now?! Why does it feel like the universe is working against you?!

As these questions rage in your mind you turn the corner of the building, hoping to get some explanation. You swiftly approach Abby’s window and give it a few stern taps. You can hear shuffling from the other side and it takes a sec for Abby to come open the window.

“Hey what’s up?” Her tone is clearly irritated though you know that irritation isn’t directed at you. The fact that you came to her window leads her to conclude that you are already aware of her circumstance.

“Why’s your dad pissed? I mean I know he’s pissed a lot but this seems pretty extreme,” you ask, matching her same annoyance in solidarity.

Abby rolls her eyes and explains, “he found my weed stash. I have no idea how he even found it or why he looked through my stuff.” You did find this strange cause you knew where Abby hid her weed and you thought it was a damn good spot, too. She kept it taped to the backside of her nightstand drawer, so you’d have to pull the drawer completely out the the stand in order to get it. “Maybe he saw me pull it out or something?” She tried to rationalize before continuing, “But he obviously knew something since he knew exactly where to look.” It’s clear she’s suspicious that someone ratted her out to Pierre but only you, Sam and Sebastian knew where she kept it.

A lightbulb goes off in your head, and all the color drains from your face. Abby takes notice of your shift in demeanor.

“What? Do you know something?” She presses forward on the window pane urging you to share what you know. But you don’t have any proof, and she’s known Sebastian way longer than you, so why should she believe you? It would also make you look very suspicious, too, if you were to suggest him as the culprit.

“I’m just worried it’s… my fault because of… that time I left my lighter in your room! Like, what if he saw it and was like ‘why on earth is there a lighter in Abby’s room?!’ and then decided to search around?” You can feel your stomach in knots as you wait for Abby’s response.

At first she’s a little puzzled by your admission, but then she gives a soft, reassuring smile. “I seriously doubt that’s what tipped him off but it’s kinda cute that you feel that kind of guilt. Especially for something unintentional.”

You let out a sigh of relief and decide to explain your original intention for swinging by. You can’t help but think that this also gives you a stronger alibi of not being the one who snitched.
“Damn, that is hella unlucky,” she says. “But I’m sure Seb can help you out. He hardly leaves the house anyway so there’s no way he’s got plans or anything. Though, I can’t blame you for trying to find somewhere else instead.” Your ears perk up at this comment.

Has she seen the stuff he does? Has he done it to her? Are you finally not alone in this and someone else knows how fucking batshit crazy this all is?!

“Oh, yeah,” you say, trying to play it cool but wanting her to elaborate. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, you know…. cause boys are so gross.” You feel your heart sink into the deepest pit of your stomach. You give an agreeing smile and nod, holding in the fact that you just want to scream. Abby continues. “I mean, can you imagine what Sam and Seb’s rooms would look like if you held up a black light. Ugh, it grosses me out just thinking about it.”

Again, you agree with her and accept your defeat. You trudge your way back to the main road and you head back to your farm with your head hung low. It’s a chilly evening and Robin is still working when you return, so you approach her and let her know that you’d like to take her up on her offer. She seems so pleased to hear you accept her invitation and begs you to join them for dinner that night, as well. Being the people-pleaser you are, you reluctantly agree and head inside. The dread of Thursday is already setting in, no matter how hard you try to push that feeling away.

You plop down on the couch, worn out from physical and emotional exhaustion. You get a text notification on your phone and as you go check it, expecting it to be Leah with a termite update, your breath catches in your throat.

Sebastian:
-Glad you came to your senses and accepted the invite. Such a good girl-

It feels as if your heart could pound right out your chest as you read and reread his text. You have so many questions and are completely terrified at this point.

Do I… should I… respond?

You shakily type your reply.

Y/n:
-Why are you doing this? How did you do all this???-

He responds mere seconds later, though it feels like an eternity of watching those three little dots appear, disappear and reappear over and over.

Sebastian:
-So impatient. I’ve got to hold onto some of my secrets, you know? Be a good girl, and wait just a bit longer. I’ll be sure to reward my princess for her obedience-

A second text soon follows.

Sebastian:
-Also, I’m sure this goes without saying, but let’s keep this between us. No need for anyone to know our little secret, right? You’re such a good, obedient girl. However, if you do go and tell anyone else, that would make you a very bad girl, and I would be forced to punish you-

You drop your phone beside you and lay there on the couch, staring at the ceiling. You’ve grown tired of trying to out maneuver Sebastian and his sick games, leaving you begrudgingly accept your fate. You lay on the couch for hours, unable to bring yourself to move, until you eventually fall into a restless sleep.

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Wednesday went by far too fast even though it felt like your brain was a rickety ship on a turbulent sea. You had been paranoid and looking over your shoulder every few minutes everywhere you went. He must be watching you somehow, right? His messages and their timing… It couldn't be a coincidence.

You hadn’t received any more texts since Tuesday evening, but you also hadn’t sent any yourself; to him nor to any of your friends. You were way too terrified of whatever “punishment” he had in mind. My Yoba, what if he’s a serial killer?! While this thought occasionally crossed your mind, it felt impossible to picture this dorky goth boy, whom you had seen as a good friend, as anything close to that. Not to mention, it was pretty logistically impossible considering you live in a small town where everyone knows each other and their business. Plus, the nearest city is a pretty far drive. Sure, he has a motorcycle he could use to get there but that seems impractical for someone committing murder. You remind yourself that, though it’s creepy, stalker-like behavior, his actions have never been violent.

It’s still an hour left before you need to leave and you find yourself pacing the completed parts of the house. The knots in your stomach tighten with every passing second. You unpack and repack your overnight bag for the third time, and switch the pomegranate wine out for the strawberry wine then back to pomegranate. The sound of your text notification nearly makes you leap out of your skin, as you tentatively retrieve your phone from the coffee table.

Sebastian:
-Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re nervous. See you soon, princess-

It feels like every hair on your body stands on end as you read the text. The sheer anxiety of it all makes you feel nauseous. You peak out your windows and search every nook and cranny of your home, but come up empty handed as usual. Pacing the house and looking over your shoulder isn’t doing you any favors, so you might as well head out and try to let the cool autumn air ease your mind. Robin had left your farm earlier than normal this afternoon, excited to have company and also to help Demetrius with some of the cooking. Knowing she’d be there eased your tensions some. Maybe if you stuck near her, Demetrius or Maru, Sebastian wouldn’t be able to pull any of his weird shit. You held onto that little piece of hope as you reluctantly walked to your destination in the mountains.

The trek over did help you relax a bit, but became completely undone once you saw the front door. Your stomach was doing backflips as you knocked on the door. Maru’s warm smile greeted you and welcomed you inside, leading you into the kitchen where Robin and Demetri were singing some song from before your time, while doing their cooking. They were horribly off-key but were having so much fun with each other, you found it quite endearing.

“And Sebastian thinks I’m the embarrassing one,” Maru playfully remarks. You and her giggle as the couple continues their song, forgetting a few lyrics here and there. Sebastian is nowhere in sight, so it’s safe to say he’s still in his room down in the basement. You secretly hope he stays there all night.

You help Maru set the table, asking her about her recent projects and chatting away about local town happenings, funny job stories and whatever the latest online trends are. You feel the weight on your shoulders dissipate the more you chat and laugh with the three of them. You see Maru grab the wine glasses and you suddenly remember the pomegranate wine you brought and rush to your bag to fish it out.

Your bag sat near the entry of the front room, where Robin ran her shop. You unzip the largest pocket of your bag, revealing the wine placed atop all your other necessary possessions. You grab it, turning on your heel to head back toward the kitchen, but instead you run face first into the well-toned chest of Sebastian.

You freeze in your tracks with only a few inches between the two of you. You can feel the flushness in your cheeks and your hands start to feel clammy. Slowly, you lift your gaze, struggling to meet his eyes. He stares you down like a hungry wolf who’s been given a succulent rabbit on a silver platter; ready to be devoured. He bites his bottom lip taking in every detail of your face, down to the pores. After he’s taken a minute to soak in your beauty, he lifts his hand and pushes a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. His rough, yet gentle touch continues to trace around your face, down your cheek and under your chin, which he then lifts higher, forcing you to make eye contact. He bends slightly forward in an attempt to be more level with you since he likely has a good 8-10 inches on you. This also makes him quite literally loom over top of you which (though you hate to admit) turns you on.

“You’re such a good girl,” he sighs sweetly. His gray-blue eyes, similar in color to the frozen tears he’s so fond of, stare deeply into yours with so much intensity and devotion. His touch and gaze makes your stomach flutter and your private parts tingle. He watches as your pupils dilate and your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red than before. His grin grows, revealing his pearly white teeth, his canines slightly more forward than the rest. You thought it was impossible, but you become even more flustered looking at that gorgeous, captivating face.

He slightly tilts your head to the side, then leans in the opposite direction to chew the shell of your ear and tug at your lobe with his teeth. Goosebumps spread across your shoulders and arm as you struggle to contain the moan desperately trying to escape your lips. You act slightly too late and a single, airy syllable manages to free itself from your throat. Sebastian’s cock twitches at your involuntary sound. You aggressively bite your lip from embarrassment and to prevent any other instinctive noises from escaping.

“I’m gonna have to reward my perfect girl for being so good,” he whispered directly into your ear, his hot breath brushing against the hairs on the back of your neck. You can feel the moisture forming in your vagina starting to seep into your panties causing you to squirm.

He plants a single, delicate kiss on your cheek as he takes the wine from your hands and heads to join the others in the kitchen. You stand there, still frozen in disbelief. It dawns on you that you’ve been holding your breath the entire exchange and you quickly exhale, taking in a few deep breaths to normalize your breathing.

Your legs feel like jello as you half-stumble back to the kitchen trying to conceal any lingering evidence of your previous encounter. Thankfully, everyone is excitedly pouring and drinking the wine you brought, allowing your lack of composure to fall under the radar. Except, of course, for Sebastian, who you feel undressing you with his eyes while he peers over the wine glass, taking a deep sip.

Once you meet his gaze, he tilts his head all the way back, chugging down the rest of the glass. You watch as the adam’s apple on his gorgeous, long neck bob with each swallow. A deep red drop of wine dribbles from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, slipping down the contoured muscles of his neck until it nests itself atop his collarbone. You inadvertently lick your bottom lip before biting down again, trying to keep yourself from dampening your undies any more than you already have.

Sebastian picks up a second empty glass with the same hand and fills both of them with wine. Everyone begins taking their seats around the table and you follow suit. Before you have a chance to grab the seat next to Maru, Sebastian places both glasses on the opposite side of the table with the other two empty seats. He gives you a victorious smirk then nods to the seat he wishes you to take. While it seemed nonchalant to any onlookers, his eyes told you this wasn’t optional. You stiffly take the seat he inclined to you as he proceeds to sit to your left. You reach for your wine, realizing that he had given you the glass he had drank from previously. You pretend not to notice and take the glass anyway, drawing in a large swig to ease your nerves. Under the table, he gives your thigh a few approving pats, followed by a seductive squeeze. You keep your eyes down trying to listen to the conversation being shared, but it just comes across as a dull roar in your ears. You meekly smile and nod along with whatever is being said trying to regain your focus but can’t quite seem to straighten out your thoughts.

A plate loaded with delicious looking food is placed with a small clunk in front of you, causing you to finally snap out of your daze. You didn’t even realize how empty your stomach was till just now, especially since you have only nibbled on a few things earlier in the day, struggling to fight your anxious nausea. As everyone digs into the delicious meal, you begin to rejoin the conversation with the same enthusiasm as earlier. Despite being right next to him, Sebastian seems to be behaving much more normal. He’s acting like his typical self, looking bored and annoyed at having to participate. You know not to let your guard down, but it was relieving to see his usual personality again.

The rest of dinner went smoothly and Robin and Sebastian collected everyone’s dirty dishes to take them to the sink. You continued your conversation with Demetrius and Maru, which was quickly turning into a friendly debate about some science theory you didn’t totally understand. Out of the corner of your eye you see Sebastian turned to you with a plate in hand, quickly realizing it’s your dirty plate. He runs his index and middle finger in a slow circle around the surface of the plate before inserting them into his mouth, sensually sucking on the two fingers. He does this while giving you bedroom eyes that crave you deeply. Everyone is so caught up in their own activities that they don’t notice Sebastian’s finger-fucking show. You can’t tear your eyes away as his tongue forcefully separates the two fingers, then retreats, only to penetrate again and again. The saliva on his fingers builds, creating a sloppy wet mess that leaks down the back of his hand. You find yourself wishing he was using that tongue on your currently creamy pussy. You were definitely going to need a shower and a clean pair of panties sooner rather than later. He pulls his fingers from his mouth creating a saliva string between. He then shows off his messy fingers to you in a scissoring gesture, displaying the thick, wet fluid’s stickiness. You wanted to know what those long, slim fingers felt like inside of you. You couldn’t help but wiggle in your seat just thinking about how good Sebastian would finger your holes. You snap back to your senses and quickly turn back to Maru and Demetri’s exchange. Sebastian also turns back the sink, dunking the filthy plate and his filthier hands in the warm, soapy water. He continues to wash the dishes, as if the last few minutes never happened.

Never in your wildest imagination did you picture tonight going the way it is. You feel embarrassed by how wet he’s made you and the lingering mess in your panties. You do your best to ignore it, at least till you have a chance to freshen up, but your gut tells you this night is nowhere near over. You try your best to mentally prepare yourself for whatever comes at you next, knowing that Sebastian has only just begun.

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The group migrates to the living room after refreshing their drinks and grabbing slices of pie for dessert. You take the opportunity to grab a seat on the couch next to Maru hoping she can be the buffer between you and Sebastian, but you notice that he hasn’t joined the rest of you. You feel your chest unclench as you listen to Robin’s story about encountering a bear while out chopping would.
While it’s nice to not feel victimized by Sebastian, you can’t help but wonder where he went and what he’s up to. What if he’s planning his next move? Or setting up some elaborate trap to get you two alone? The uncertainties swirl around in your brain as you struggle to focus on the new direction of the conversation.
A little over an hour passes and still no sign of Sebastian. You’ve finally loosened up more, partially due to the wine, and actually start enjoying yourself. However, it’s clear everyone is getting a bit tired and feeling ready for bed.

Maru and Demetrius depart for their rooms, thanking you for the wine and wishing you a good night, while Robin stays to help set up the pull-out couch. As you both start removing the top cushions, Sebastian’s voice halts you in your tracks.

“Isn’t it rude to make your guest sleep on the couch?”

His words are blunt and they surprise you both for different reasons. Surely, he’d never suggest we’d share a room right in front of his mom?!

Robin gives pause, unsure of how to respond.

“I’ll sleep on the couch. Y/n can stay in my room”, he continues in his disinterested tone, making his way over to the pull-out to help finish setting it up.

Robin tries her best to hide her delight in what she sees as her son being kind and accommodating. This is a side of Sebastian she hasn’t seen him reveal to others in a long time. You, on the other hand, know he has some perverted intentions.

“I don’t mind the couch. I really don’t want to be more of a burden than I already am,” you counter, as you continue to help dress the mattress with the fitted sheet. Sebastian’s expression remains unchanged but his eyes reflect the irritation he feels at your attempted refusal.

“It’s really fine.” His words have a bite to them but you’re not willing to back down.

“Seb’s right! I think you’d be way more comfortable in an actual bed than this old thing.” She gives the mattress a hard pat, causing it to puff out a small dust cloud.

Turning to Sebastian, “Why don’t I finish up here while you get Y/n settled in downstairs. There’s fresh linens in the hall closet…”

“Mom,” Sebastian places a hand gently on her shoulder. “I know. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll take care of everything so go ahead to bed. You’re obviously tired. Plus, you’re working early on Y/n’s house tomorrow.”

Despite the gruffness, Sebastian’s concern and compassion for his mother is there. Robin, giving her son a proud look, agreeing to his terms.

“Alright, Sebby. I’ll leave it to you.” She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek as she heads toward her bedroom, wishing you a good night over her shoulder. Your eyes fixate on Robin, silently pleading for her not to leave you alone with him, but she‘s already down the hall, taking your last shred of safety with her.

Sebastian doesn’t say a word to you as he heads the other direction, toward the basement stairs, and out of sight. You stand there unsure of what to do when he calls out, “You coming or what?” His voice almost sounds annoyed. It gives you a prickle of irritation, considering he’s the one who insisted you stay in his room and HE’S the one who's been giving YOU problems all night.

“What about the lin-“

“Just get your ass down here!” He shouts in mild frustration, all the earlier flirtation drained from his voice. He almost sounds angry. And for some reason, you feel disappointed in yourself for upsetting him.

You cautiously make the descent down the dark, wooden steps with a tight grip on the rail. Entering the doorway, you see Sebastian setting down your bag and carrying fresh towels into the attached bathroom. You take a quick glance at your surroundings.

The room is pretty dark, even with his desk light and table light turned on. Their glow is only strong enough to permeate the darkness within a few feet. The faint smell of cigarettes and leather fills the air and posters mixed with cut-outs cover the majority of the walls. His room feels both messy and organized at the same time. The shelves are crammed with collectibles, computer parts, various rocks, games and loads of other stuff, some of which you don’t even recognize. There are a few loose articles of clothing tossed in a clumsy pile in the corner, and his game table is only half cleared, with the other half drowned in board games, notebooks, comics and manuals. His desk has a few more figures on it, along with more notebooks, various writing utensils, some tangled cords, and multiple empty cans, but the main star is the massive setup he built himself; consisting of three large monitors and a massive CPU. A very expensive-looking pair of headphones rests on top of one of the monitors and you note the small neon green decals and lights added to complete the aesthetic. Even with it being a dark, dreary basement, it has a level of comfort and personality to it.

Sebastian returns from the bathroom to find you standing in the middle of the room, gawking at your surroundings.

“You’ve been here before so I’m not gonna bother with a tour,” he says in his usual smartass manner. Still a bit tilted from his tone earlier, you decide to return the sharpness.

“Aren’t you gonna give me clean sheets? You did say you didn’t want to be rude.”

An amused smirk spreads across his face and you realize that he’s slowly been closing the gap between you two. You reflexively try to take a step back only to have him grab your wrist and pull you closer. He towers above you, having you pinned exactly where he wants you. Fear licks at the back of your throat leaving a prickly sour taste on your tongue.

“Why would I waste perfectly good, clean sheets on such a dirty farmer like you?”, he croons directly into your ear in a patronizing manner. In a mix of rage, fear and embarrassment, you turn your reddened face from him, denying any response.

“Now,” he asserts, “stop being such a brat and take a damn shower.” He pulls your wrist toward the bathroom, forcing you to take a few steps in the same direction to keep from falling. You stop in your tracks, and turn to him with a heavily pissed off look. You nearly snap at him, but you’re too angry and flustered to get the words out. You opt to give him an indignant snarl, which he meets with a belittling smile and raised eyebrows. You turn to grab your fresh clothes from your bag and, in a huff, stomp to the bathroom, slamming the door, and locking it behind you.

Sebastian bites his lip before he mutters under his breath, “You really are a fucking brat.” He smiles to himself, thinking how adorable you look when you’re angry. Like a little puppy barking at Doberman. His cock pushes at the front of his jeans as he thinks about his perfect, good girl acting so entitled in true princess fashion.

As you wash off the grime of the day, your anger slowly dissipates. You’re still pretty pissed at how he spoke to you but you feel some relief that this interaction wasn’t as weird and sexual as earlier in the evening. At least, you don’t think it was. Brat. You replay that word in his voice over and over in your head. Brat. You’re a brat. You disobeyed me. You stiffen at the sound of him chastising with those words. You’re such a bad girl. Such a brat. You need to be punished. Your little, pink hole contracts in arousal to his imaginary words. Disgusted by your reaction, you turn the shower handle, letting the now freezing drops wash over your naked body. It works a little too well, and you fumble with the handle to get it to warm back up again.

After you finish cleaning and just enjoying the soothing feel of the hot water easing your muscles and mind, you emerge from behind the dark navy curtain, releasing a cloud of steam into the already foggy bathroom. You dry off using the thick charcoal colored towel Sebastian had placed earlier on the counter. You notice that something looks amiss as you continue drying your body, and your entire body jolts in horror when you figure out why.
That bastard! You scream internally. The fresh set of clothes you brought in with you are gone, replaced with a dark purple lingerie set. You continue seething as you search from your clothes and discover your dirty clothes have also been taken. Letting out a frustrated grunt, you slam your fist on the counter. Wrapped in the towel, you bang on the bathroom door, yelling, “SEBASTIAN! I know you’re out there. Give me back my clothes, NOW.”

No response. You bang again. “This isn’t funny. And if you think I’m putting these on, you’re delusional!” Though you’re making quite the racket, no one else in the house can hear your rant, due to Sebastian having soundproofed his basement years ago, in order to have band practice without bothering anyone upstairs. Your phone was also in the pocket of your jeans, so that option is out the window, too.

“I’m serious, Sebastian. Give them back.” You make your tone as assertive as you can, hoping your demand will finally reach the rational part of his brain.

“You don’t have to wear those,” he concedes. “You’re more than welcome to come out naked.” The redness from your anger, blushing and hot shower has your face practically glowing with heat. You are forced to accept that there’s no arguing with him. Since convincing him isn’t an option you play the last card in your hand.

“Guess I’ll stay in here then.” Your assertion is met with a muffled snicker from the other side of the door.

“It’s cute when you say dumb shit. Baby girl, how do you think I got your clothes with the door locked? I’m giving you a choice here, but I can only be patient for so long.” His response chills you to your core. He always has the upper hand; always one step ahead. You’ve played into all his traps like a naive, little girl. You have to admit defeat, play his little games and pray he slips up, giving you an opportunity to make your escape.

You reluctantly exhale, and give a bitter, “Fine.” You take the lingerie in your hands and examine it. It’s a deep, plum purple and has lacey balcony cups with silky, opaque fabric on the lower half and a small matching bow in the middle. The fabric on the bustier goes down a few ribs more, layered in the same silk and lace, though the intricate floral design is much more noticeable. Both the top and garter belt have the same lace trim, but the belt is a single thick strap, with the lace acting as a short, fluttery tutu. The leg straps on the garter belt reach down to their respective thigh straps, which have a similar design as the belt. The opaque silk, shaped similarly to a seashell, covers the groin of the panties, and multiple small straps hold it around your hips.

After minutes of struggling to figure out how to wear this tangle of straps and cloth, you finally take a begrudging look at yourself in the mirror. You’re taken aback by how good you look and how perfectly this nightmarish garment fits. While you look incredibly sexy, it’s hard to enjoy that fact, knowing you were doing this against your better judgment. You lingered there in the bathroom a little longer, taking in your new appearance and dreading opening that door.

While still contemplating your options, you hear Sebastian’s voice from the other side of the door commenting, “Wow, you really made a mess in these. I can’t believe you ruined a perfectly good pair of panties.” Heat radiates from your cheeks, knowing that, although you can see him, he’s examining your dirty underwear. You burst through the bathroom door and are quickly met with a flash of light and camera clicks. This catches you off guard, but your first mission is to retrieve your panties from that sick prick. Sebastian is leaning against the arm of his couch, arms crossed, one holding your drawers and the other taking photos of you on his phone. You charge at him, eyes fixated on your panties, but once you get close, he stands, and stretches his arm up at its full height. You cute little pink panties with a small bunny decal on them swing tauntingly out of reach. In your failed attempts at grabbing them, you soon realize you’re rubbing up against Sebastian’ s whole body. You instantly back off, knowing that this is only feeding into his pleasure. Your suspicions are confirmed by the evident tent in his jeans.

“Have we calmed down now, Princess?” His words are sweet yet mocking. You glare at him as you do your best to cover your heavily exposed body.

“Please… put them down,” you say in a low, calm but stern voice.

“There’s my good girl,” he says in a charming, assuring tone. He leans down next to him and places the panties in your bag. You give a small sigh of relief before asking, “Now, would you please delete those pictures off your phone?” It worked once so why not try again.

Sebastian cocks his head at you, giving a disappointed smile. “Don’t get greedy now, Princess. Your recent behavior certainly hasn’t earned you any rewards.” His statement sends ice shooting through your veins.

“What do you want,” you ask coldly, trying to conceal your irritation.

Sebastian closes the gap between you, grabs your hips and draws you close to him. “Isn’t it obvious?” His voice is practically a whisper. You feel heat flush across your cheeks and between your legs and your expression quickly softens. “I want you to be my good, obedient girl. Can you do that for me, princess?” The heat intensifies and you stare deep into those frosty blue eyes. They show such care, compassion,… love. All your tension and anger is replaced by desire. You can’t help yourself. Not with the incredibly sexy, irresistible goth boy in front of you, talking to you like you belong to him. Feeling his well-toned arms around you and seeing his sculpted chest tightly squeezed into his simple black tee, has you absolutely putty in his rugged hands. Without realizing it you give him a small nod, releasing every urge he had been holding back.

Like a wild animal being released, he pounces on you, lips locking into yours, one hand on your back, the other cupping your ass. You freeze in astonishment at his ferocity. Your shock quickly fades and you start to feel yourself loosen, enjoying the pleasurable groping and kissing. His his and kisses begin trailing down your neck and you can’t help but let out a small hum of blissful satisfaction at the sensation of everything. You can feel the dampness growing between your thighs. He forces you to take a few steps backward, causing you to fall back onto his bed. You lay there shaking in anticipation as you gaze up at the gorgeous, dark haired man before you. He slowly takes his shirt off shirt, eyes locked on you, savoring every inch of your tempting body. His broad shoulders and thin hips paint an enticing silhouette. His chest and abs are well-toned but still have a light softness that would make them terrific pillows to rest your head on. His V muscle pointing your eyes straight down to that caged beast in his pants is enough to make your mouth and pussy salivate. You bite your lip to keep yourself from drooling, but your lust is written all over your face.

Fuck. Your mind is clouded by your carnal instincts and Sebastian takes note of your palpable arousal. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head, causing you to let out a tiny yelp. “Such a needy girl,” he coos in your ear, licking its outer edge then nibbling your lobe. You let out a gasp and your voice catches in your throat as he proceeds to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck. He stops just above your collar bone, aggressively biting and sucking on a singular spot. You arch your back in ecstasy from his touch. He gently licks the bruise forming under your skin as he takes one hand to undo your bra. Your cheeks flush at the idea of fully exposing yourself to him, which causes you to squirm a bit.

“Aw, is my good girl nervous?” While it sounds like he’s mocking you, he also sounds genuinely concerned. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’m going to take very good care of you.” His words hit you right in your cervix and he undoes the last hook of the plum bra, quickly sliding it off you. Your hefty breasts jiggle with your heavy breaths while Sebastian pauses to take in his newest prize.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He massages one boob with his hand then leans down and flick the other’s nip with his tongue. You let out an aroused squeal, soaking through the brand new pair of panties.

Sebastian lets out an approving hum before he draws back, and a cocky smile spreads across his face. “Just when I thought I knew everything about you… does my princess like it when I play with her boobs? Does she have sensitive nipples?” He slightly pinches your nipple between his fingers forcing a feral moan out from your lips. He begins licking your other nipple viscously, occasionally rolling it between his teeth, sucking and pulling at the now stiffened nip. Thrilled moans pour out of you with each action and your pussy continues to flood with sweet pleasure.

Sebastian pauses and looks down at the growing wet spot between your legs. “I just bought you those,” he says with fake disappointment. He moves his fingers down the length of your stomach, giving you goosebumps, and pulls your soaked undies to the side, inserting his finger between your lower lips. Circling your hole, you can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his finger between your legs. “You’re so fucking wet. Such a good girl, getting so wet for me. You’re so precious.” He slips his finger inside you and you bite your lower lip to soften the escaping moan. He begins pumping his finger slowly then picks up speed. “You’re such a needy girl, aren’t you?” He inserts a second finger curling them upward when he pulls out. Your mouth is agape with relentless breathy gasps and slight drool forming at the corners of your mouth. Your legs are jello, quivering at his every touch. Your imminent climax has you limp, unable to move or get words out.

Sebastian, while still fingering you, buries his head between your legs, kissing your thigh, then separates your folds with his tongue. He tastes your sweet juices, giving a muffled praise. “Oh baby girl, you taste so good.” He licks around your hole and thrusts his tongue inside you multiple times before he goes to his intended location. “What a cute little clit you have. You’ve been such a good girl for me, so I think you deserve a reward.” He traces gentle circles around your clit with his tongue, occasionally flicking across. You throw your head back, releasing a visceral scream through the oncoming climax. He continues licking and fingering as your walls contract, and you cum on his fingers and face. He lifts his head in triumph, mouth covered in your juices, and licking his lips. His fingers are still inside you, easing you down from your orgasm.

“What a good girl you are, cumming for me. So well-behaved.” You pant heavily, your limbs still limp as Sebastian stands. “But we both know we aren’t done yet.” He unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down his thighs, pulling his erection down with them till it frees itself with a large bounce. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows as he removes his pants and grabs the hem of his boxer briefs. The further they go down, the higher you sit up, till you’re face to face with his long, girthy schlong. He smuggly monitors your expression as you fixate on his impressive cock. You reach one hand around to grope his bodacious ass, and the other to gently grip his dick. You kiss his shaft tenderly, drawing a pleased snarl from Sebastian. You then circle his head with your tongue, paying close attention to the ridge under his tip. His cock twitches with each pass of your tongue. As you begin wrapping your lips around his tip, making your way down his length, he pushes you back down onto the bed.

“But I wa-,” you start but he quickly presses his lips into yours, stopping you mid sentence. You wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you up and down, left to right, anywhere his lips will reach. He manages to slip off your panties, feeling how drenched you are for the umpteenth time tonight. “Is my needy girl excited for me to fill her up? Can my princess take it all?” He rubs his thumb over your clit, sending vibrations through your body. You give a meek nod as you bite your lip from the sheer pleasure. “Uh ah ah. Use your words, baby girl.” He gives a few more flicks with his thumb, making your entire body tremble. “Can you take it all?”, he asks, relishing in your inability to get your words out. You rally your energy into a near breathless, “y-yes, Sebby.”

The nickname ignites some primal urge within him, making him grin down at you with approval. “Good girl.” He slides the head of his cock between your slick folds, tracing it up and down, mixing your juices with his precum. He finally inserts his head in your tight cave, stretching your pussy out with ease. You let out an uninhibited moan as he slides his throbbing member deep into your plush orifice. His voice joins your chorus, as he fits his entire length snuggly into you. Were he to push a millimeter more, you feel certain you’d burst. After giving you a minute to adjust, he slides out right to his tip before slamming it all back into you. Your eyes shoot wide open, and only air escapes your lungs as he continues thrusting in and out of your tender slit. You move your hips in time with his, though it’s a struggle to keep up due to how much he’s already drained you. He alternates between quick and slower thrust, giving you the chance to catch up to him. He uses one arm to prop himself up, while the other rests on your hip, guiding you into him. He rams his tongue into your mouth as he picks up the pace and your thoughts become hazy from the exhilaration.

“Can you handle my load, pretty girl? Fuck, you’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He says between pumps. You nod eagerly, giving your best “ uh huh” you can muster. “I knew you could. You’re such a good girl. My perfect girl… my p-princ-cess… uh f-fuuuuuuck.” His words barely escape his mouth as he gives one final, powerful thrust, ejaculating into your velvety cunt, his dick pulsating inside you. The sensation pushes you over the edge as your pussy contracts around his magical cock. An ethereal scream heaves out your body leaving you powerless as Sebastian pumps into you a few more times, your cum cocktail oozing out and down to your taint. He leaves his cock inside you as you both catch your breath, sweat glistening on both your naked bodies. You glimpse at his face, his expression a mixture of disbelief and euphoria. You feel so relaxed and light, even though Sebastian is still fully sheathed inside you.

“You’re so fucking good. So perfect. You’re better than I ever dreamed. Such a good girl. My best girl.” He breathes out these praises between kisses along your breasts and neck. Even after what was probably the best orgasm of your life, your vag still twitches at his words and touch. He slowly removes his firm wang and surveys the damages.

“You really made a mess of yourself didn’t you?” He says with a light chuckle. The sheets under you are soaked in sweat and cum, and while you’re still trying to regain your energy, you do manage to shoot him an accusational look in response to his little joke. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll get you cleaned. I’ll always clean your messes.” You blush a little at his promise, and watch as he heads to the bathroom, that perfect ass swaying with each step.

As you lay back, you’re hit hard by the exhaustion of tonight’s activities and reality starts to set in. Oh FUCK! I just fucked Sebastian! Why the hell would I do that?! All his little comments and creepy stalker behavior, yet I sleep with him?! You hear the water running in the sink and the linen closet door open and shut. Even if you forget the icky, sexually explicit gestures he been throwing at you, there’s also the texts knowing exactly what you doing, all your friends perfectly timed problems, and how the FUCKING hell did he know your exact measurements when buying that lingerie? That shit fit like a GLOVE!

Sebastian struts back in with a washcloth in hand. You tuck your conspiracies away, trying to keep calm. “Stay still”, he instructs with his typical cool, indifferent voice, as if this is just another thing on his to-do list. He cleans you off gently with the once warm, but now freezing, rag, taking careful consideration of sensitive areas. He looks up at you every so often, his eyes sparkling with tenderness and care. Once he finishes he returns the cloth to the bathroom, and you crash back into your previous train of thought. So… what’s the point of all this? Is he done now? Is it all out of his system and we just go forward like nothing happened? Is this gonna fuck up our friendship? Our friend group?! What do I even say to him? How am I supposed to move forward? Does he… want to be more than friends? The idea sprinted through your mind. You hadn’t dared to give it any weight, but now… it seemed… plausible.

Sebastian returned again, standing at the side of the bed looking down at you with that same lust in eyes. “Well..,” he said looking at you expectantly but you just stared back blankly, not understanding what he wanted. “Scoot over.” His voice cracked with a smile at your sudden realization and fumbling to skooch to the other side of the bed. He lazily laid down next to you, pressing close and lifting the comforter over your still naked bodies. You laid there in the comforting warmth of his embrace for a while, though your heart was still pounding madly. The scent of him washed over your senses, easing the nervous tension you’d been holding onto for the majority of the evening. Just as your body finally begins to relax, the burning questions you had shoved away started reemerging.

“Seb…,” the first coherent word you’ve been able to manage after everything. “Can you… why did…” You have no idea how to ask about your theories or about his perverted behavior. He turns to face you, only inches from your face. “What's wrong, baby girl? Go on. You can ask.” His words sound sweet but also like a challenge. You tread carefully with your next words. “It’s weird how Leah, Sam and Abigail all had stuff going on tonight that prevented me from staying with them.”

“Yeah, unfortunate timing I guess.” He gave a sly smile, understanding exactly what you were implying, but you weren’t giving up.

“Especially with Leah getting that very sudden infestation of termites. Like, she said it happened literally overnight.” You press him for a better answer.

“Yeah, my mom had been hounding her about getting her place treated for them. Wood cottage, wood art; you’d think she’d have gotten something done sooner.” He’s calling your bluff.

“So this was a ‘good thing’? Her art could’ve been destroyed.”

“Please,” he huffs. “I’d never intentionally destroy her art. I made sure it was safe and treated it with a repellent first. I’m not a fucking monster.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief at his admission. While you had a strong suspicion, hearing him confirm it sends a chill down your spine.

“So you t-told Pierre about Abby’s stash”, your previous bravery drains from your body as gravity of his insane behavior sets in.

“To be fair, that also had to do with some shit Abby pulled on me earlier this week, but I guess, yeah? I mean I certainly tipped him off but I obviously couldn’t have it trace back to me.” A nugget of fear grows in your gut at his blatant lack of remorse.

“And Sam?” You choke the words out from your throat, terrified of whatever explanation he had in store.

Sebastian let out a loud laugh, as he said, “that was just good timing.” While it was relieving that he hadn’t poisoned or infected Sam’s family with whatever sickness they were dealing with, you still felt a deep unease about his methods to get you here.

“All that… the lengths you’ve gone to, the lines you’ve crossed, the problems YOU caused… it was all just so you could fuck me?!” The words spill out of you, unable to contain your disgust and disbelief. Sebastian rolls on top of you, pinning your wrists slightly above your head, and his head down facing you. The heat of his breath brushed against your face. He looked hurt and saddened by your assumption, sending a shard of guilt into your chest.

“You really think I did all this just to fuck you? You think that’s my end goal?” He exhales the words softly into your face, your fluids still evident on his breath. You hold eye contact with him, trying to understand what he means; what his reasons are for causing such chaos in your life and the lives of others. His eyes show no animosity. They’re a soft blue sea. All the lust is now replaced by adoration, care and what certainly feels like love, though it’s overshadowed by his hurt.

Your gaze also softens, as you realize what he meant and why your accusation pained him. Anger and fear melt away as you lay there under the warmth of his body. Even though you know what he did was wrong, you can’t help but justify that his actions were motivated by genuine love.

“Seb…?,” you whisper, hoping you’ve deduced correctly. You have. Sebastian knows you have and your understanding surges a deep joy through his person. He presses his body into yours, gently, lovingly kissing your neck and cheeks. You quiver under the lightness of his touch and the hardening of his manhood against your thigh. You can’t help but embrace him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, as he continues kissing every part of your exposed skin.

Your mind races with concerns, worries, and questions as to what all this means when the morning comes. But another part of you is warm and happy, soaking up every ounce of his affection like a dry sponge. The swirling of right and wrong only makes it all the more exciting. You exhale a soft moan into Sebastian’s ear, flicking a switch inside him. He begins to ravage you fervorously; sucking, licking and biting your breasts. His fingers find your hole, intent on viciously teasing you into submission. His methods are exact and executed with perfection. Your whole body trembles at his touch and your muscles give out from all the pleasure spreading throughout your body. You’ve even lost control of your own voice, as erotic moans pour out of you in unison to his movements. Your sexy vocalizations only egg on Sebastian's actions and you can feel his still hardening bulge press forcefully against your leg.

Your hand drifts down to cup his ass and guide his pelvis into position. A flicker of surprise darts through Sebastian’s eyes, seeing your eagerness to feel him inside you again. “Fuck, I didn’t know you were suchy a needy girl”, he hisses out between his own labored breaths. His teasing comment stirs your insides even more as you haphazardly try to align his hips with yours. He pulls his sopping wet fingers from your throbbing cunt, and takes hold of his stiff shaft. He traces his tip along the folds of your opening and against your clit. You buck your hips in an attempt to feel his cock penetrate you, but he maintains his position, letting out a small snicker at you desperation.

“Wow, you really want my cock, don’t you?” He teased, flattered by your overt attempt to feel his cock inside you. He continues circling your hole with his head, small drops of precum leaking out. You bite your lip and fervently nod your head. He withdraws slightly and clicks his tongue before responding, “No no, be a good girl and use your words.” Your raspy pants of desire make it difficult to get the words out but your frenzied state finally manages, “P-please, Sebby. I… I want your cock inside me. I want it so fucking bad.”

It seems like time stands still as your words wash over Sebastian. Never in his life has he wanted anything more than to hear those words from you. You want him. You want him. And he was more than happy to give himself to you. He inserts his rod deep inside your saturated vagina, pushing the excess juices out and along your crevice. Your back arches and your legs shake. You feel him sink further into your tight sanctum causing you to throw your head back and let out an animalistic moan. After a moment of him just idly resting inside you, he starts motioning his hips. His thrusts start off delicate and gentle but quickly become larger, harder, and faster. He slides in and out of you smoothly and you both feel utterly euphoric. It doesn’t take long for that sensation to swell and your oncoming orgasm to make itself known. Based on his grunts and increased ferocity, Sebastian was also close to bursting. You maneuver your head forward, meeting his gaze. As his eyes stare back into yours, seeing the sheer pleasure painted on both your faces, he quickly succumbs, gushing his hot fluids into your convulsing pussy. The throbbing of his cock and warm juices also send you over the edge, as your vagina contracts around his cock in bliss. You let out a wordless scream that meets his loud, breathless grunts. His eyes remain trained on you the entirety of your orgasm and during the rapid breaths you take as you come down from your climax.

Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks as you lay there, limbs trembling and covered in a dewy layer of sweat. While you can’t see it from your current angle, you know there is a massive mess of both your shared fluids between your legs. Sebastian withdraws from your pussy, causing you to whimper. It feels colder without him inside you. As you continue trying to catch your breath, your eyelids start to flutter. You’ve been so busy and stressed the past few days, making sleep difficult, and after the amazing sex you just had, you can’t hold off your exhaustion any longer. Your eyes shut and you begin to sink into that dreamy state. You feel Sebastian’s gentle touch clean you off and him lay next to you, pulling the warm sheets over you both. It’s so cozy and relaxing. You drift quickly in a deep, much-needed sleep.

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Without any windows and the soundproof design, the basement of Sebastian’s home remains dark and quiet 24 hours a day. Without the sun, your hungry cat and your punctual rooster, your sleep lasts far longer than you had anticipated. Your body feels heavy and stiff as you manage to wake yourself from the coma-like state you were in and you momentarily forget where you are before the memories start rushing back to you. Your whole body stiffens, hoping and praying that these visions were merely dreams, but even you aren’t that delusional. You roll to face the other side of the empty bed and are greeted by the aroma of coffee and Sebastian lounging in a chair across from you.

“About time,” he teases as he stands to carry a mug of coffee over to you. You sit up using the sheets to cover your still naked body and Sebastian sits himself on the edge of the bed, preparing to offer the delicious smelling beverage. You reach out to accept his offer but he withdraws the mug from your reach. “Uh uh ah,” he says mockingly, “hydrate first.” He turns and grabs a glass of water that had been waiting for you on the nightstand. Normally, you’d give him hell for his condescending remarks, but you’re also well aware that he’s right and you really do need water. You quickly down the glass, already feeling better doing so. He trades cups with you. “Good girl,” he purrs as he gets up and heads to the door. “Let’s get you a refill.”

Once the door shuts closed behind him you scramble out of his bed, frantically looking for your clothes. It doesn’t take long, however, because they’ve been neatly folded and placed at the end of the bed. You grab them and bolt to the bathroom locking the door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief knowing you finally have a moment to yourself and some privacy. While you do your morning routine and get dressed, you hear Sebastian return to the basement, though this time you don’t feel him wait outside the door for you like last time.

You take a second to gather yourself before you decide to open the door. Sebastian is casually sitting in the same chair at his coffee table, with a delicious looking plate of food in front of him and another next to it. He’s already moved your coffee mug to the table too and refilled the glass of water. The bacon and eggs smell so enticing that your stomach lets out a small growl of desire. After a moment of standing there staring, Sebastian looks up at you as if he only just now noticed your presence. “It’s getting cold,” he announces with a somewhat commanding tone, lifting his fork to his soft lips. It takes a second for your brain to register that his message was for you, and you hastily find your place on the couch in front of the plate prepared for you.

With your head down, you sneak a glance in Sebastian’s direction, uncertain of his motives. After seeing him lazily chew his bacon while scrolling through his phone, your tension eases and you decide to dig into the warm, inviting breakfast. A few tasty bites into your meal, you reach for your coffee and take a large, long sip. After removing the mug from your lips, you have the sudden sensation that something is off. A strange taste lingers in your mouth after your sip and you cautiously take another to further analyze this familiar, yet misplaced, flavor. Mid sip, you gaze down into the mug and notice a swirl of white cream on the coffee’s surface that touches your lips. As the mug departs from your lips, the “cream” remains on your lower lip, creating a string-like bridge between your lips and the lip of the mug.

The shock shoots sharply up your spine and a horrified expression washes over your face. You shakily turn to Sebastian who is now watching you with a smug smile. You consider throwing the tainted drink in his face, but stop in your tracks as Sebastian launches from the chair onto the couch cushion next to; sitting so close that his thigh presses against yours. “Drink it all”, he demands softly, running his hand up your inner thigh. Your cheeks redden. His face is only inches from your gazing down at you with such a domineering presence. You’re frozen with indecision as you hold his gaze, internally debating your options and any possible ramifications of those actions. Sebastian notes your hesitation, bringing his other hand to the base of the mug, leading it to your lips and slowly tilting it up. Obediently, you take in the beverage and all its contents, feeling there aren't many other options. He maintains a steady pace till the cup is completely empty and he is sure that you’ve swallowed every last drop. You exhale through your nose confirming that you’ve ingested it all. He smiles at you, baring his teeth in approval.
Sebastian briskly sets the mug down before he begins kissing on your neck. Your hands shoot up between the two of you, ready to push away from his advances, yet you don’t apply any force. His gentle but sloppy kisses feel so nice on your neck and stir your insides with arousal. You know you shouldn’t let this continue. Last night should’ve never happened. You don’t want to make a mess of this new life; your fresh start. How can something you know is wrong feel so fucking good?

I can’t do this. What happens when our friends find out? What happens if it doesn’t work out? Even if this is a fling, there’s going to be tension and awkwardness. Coming to this town was my way of starting over. Do I really want to risk that?

“Seb…”, you say softly, struggling to get the words out. He halts his ravishing kisses to look you in the eyes. His expression is so soft and caring and he is completely fixated on you and whatever it is you have to say. He gently strokes his thumb against your leg in an assuring manner. You finally muster the resolve to state, “I… I need to go. I have to take care of the farm.”

Sebastian leans back slightly and gives you a faint smile reflecting both his adoration of you and his disappointment with your words. He doesn’t fight you on it, despite how much he loves being with you. Saying goodbye to you is his least favorite thing, but he does understand that you have other responsibilities. He actually finds it quite endearing how dedicated you are to your work and your drive to give it your all. However, you do tend to overwork yourself, not allowing much time for yourself. It makes him glad that he was able to relieve so much of your stress last night and fill you with the pleasure you deserve. He’s so happy that you finally had someone to take care of you the way you’ve been needing for so long (which you did). And he wants to continue being that person for you. So, he respects your wishes, responding, “Of course, Princess.”

He stands to go clear his spot on the table, commenting, “you need to finish your breakfast though. Can’t do farm shit on an empty stomach.” His last sentence feels just like how you two were before. Just friends joking and teasing each other. “I’m honestly surprised you know how to work anything in that kitchen that isn’t a coffee maker,” you tease back at him trying to reaffirm the normalcy in your friendship. Sebastian lets out an airy chuckle, then scarfs down the last few bites of his food. He then collects the dirty dishes and heads upstairs, leaving you to finish your meal in peace.

It doesn’t take long for you to devour the entire thing. Honestly, you’re a bit impressed with his cooking skills. You grab your bag, which has already been neatly packed for you, and your dishes and make your way up the stairs. You stop in the kitchen to drop off the dirty dishes, where you see Sebastian cleaning the pans and things he must’ve used to cook the meal. He doesn’t turn to look at you, but continues scrubbing at some burnt grease.

“Thank you for breakfast”, you say loudly in order for him to hear you over the running water. He remains facing forward but gives you an acknowledging smile. You think for a sec to add, “And thank you for letting me stay here for the night. And, please tell your mom I really appreciate her hospitality. And tell Maru and Demetrius I enjoyed talking with them.” Again, you pause in anticipation of a response. After what feels like minutes, Sebastian turns off the sink and turns to you, leaning back against the counter, smirking at you. You can’t help but think how damn hot he looks, even though you try to convince yourself he’s just your friend and you can’t be thinking those things.

“I will”, he claims with a victorious tone. “I’ll see you tonight at the Saloon. Don’t work too late.” Though his words come off as friendly, they definitely are a command he expects you to obey. You contemplate for a sec, but think that it is part of your typical Friday routine to join him, Sam and Abby at the Saloon for drinks, so you let his assertion slide.

“Sounds good,” you respond with a cheerful tone, ignoring any sexual tension between you two. As you turn to head to the door, you give a small wave and friendly “see ya.” You cling to a delusional hope that things are back to normal, refusing to acknowledge the part of you that wants things to change. Part of you wants to be with Sebastian; emotionally, mentally, physically, and intimately.

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Once you exit Sebastian’s home, you are bombarded with the memories of last night’s escapades. Your entire walk home, you feel like you're trying to extinguish a fire in your own brain. Even as you do your daily tasks, your thoughts remain on Sebastian and deeply intimate activities you both willingly participated in. You feel angry at yourself for submitting to his advances, but you also loved every second of your entanglement. 

With a firm shake, you push your nerves and desires into a deep pit of your stomach. Act like nothing happened. Act like nothing MORE will happen. You repeat this mantra to yourself over and over as you finish up your tasks. You refuse to let last night change anything. You’ll go to the saloon, like normal. Have a few drinks, like normal. Watch Sebastian crush Sam at pool while you chat with Abigail, like normal. Shit, she’s still grounded. At least Leah will be there so you can always chat with her.

You’ve made your decision to not engage with anymore of Sebastian’s flirtations. Your plan is to give him space but still act friendly while you both are hanging with your mutual friends. You’re not even going to give him the opportunity to talk to you without a third party. The pep talk you give yourself helps you regain some confidence, despite the lingering nerves. You freshen up and ready yourself, before heading off to the saloon with your head held high.

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The Stardrop Saloon is just filling up by the time you arrive. You had decided to wear your oversized, lavender sweater with thick grayish black leggings and your muddy work boots. As you make your way to the counter, you greet everyone you pass by with a smile or wave or nod. You’ve certainly made a name for yourself in this small town over the past year. You must admit, it feels nice to be so immersed in a tight-knit community, especially after all the demanding work you’ve put in to help breathe some life back into the place.

You spot Leah who is already in deep conversation with Elliot. His face is already flush and you can tell his words are slightly slurred, indicating he’s already drunk. He’s a lightweight when it comes to drinking so it’s not entirely surprising seeing the two empty wine glasses. He also brought a stack of papers, meaning he must be talking Leah’s ear off about his book. Elliot’s certainly a nice guy and his book isn’t bad in any sense of the word, but you can’t stand how long he goes on about it. Leah, somehow, finds this endearing. Maybe it’s a mutual “struggling artist” thing, but you’d rather not get a whole college semester's worth of literary lessons. You do manage to catch Leah’s attention, briefly enough to give her a friendly wave, which she happily returns before turning back to the inebriated Elliot.

Before you join Sam and Sebastian, you find an empty spot at the counter, next to where Shane seems to take up permanent residence. You grab Emily’s attention to order a drink, since Gus is busy talking with Pam. 

“Hey, Y/n! You want a beer?” Emily asks with her usual perkiness. You take a quick glance over to the billiards room and see Sam and Sebastian already well into their game. To your surprise, Abby is also there, which is a relief. Sebastian catches your gaze, and gives you a sly smirk and you quickly snap your head back to Emily.

“Actually… let’s do whiskey”, you say with a little less confidence than you had earlier. Emily turns to fix your glass, when you hear a low chuckle come from Shane.

“What’s the occasion?” Shane scoffs. “Or are you just down that bad?”

“Fuck off, Shane”, you retort as Emily sets the amber drink in front of you.

“Shit, something really is eating at ya,” he responds into the beer mug pressed to his lips.

“Ignore him,” Emily pipes in. “He’s just being a dick”

“What else is new,” you mutter under your breath. Both you and Emily giggle as Shane continues to drink, unbothered by either of your comments.

You glance over at your friends again and your nerves begin to get the best of you. You down the entire glass of whiskey and ask Emily to fill it back up. A bit shocked, Emily obliges and pours you another. Shane gives a conceited smirk but doesn’t say anything else. He may be an asshole, but he isn’t stupid enough to pester you further.

You take a small sip from your newly refreshed glass before you head towards your friend group. Abigail beams at you as you stiffly walk into the alcove, scooting over on the couch to make room for you. You happily accept her offer, plopping down on the well-worn leather sofa, careful not to make eye contact with Sebastian.

“Hey, is your dad not mad anymore?” you ask, surprised that she managed to come out tonight after the whole weed debacle she had with Pierre.

“No, but my mom convinced him he was overreacting, so he’s loosening my leash a bit.” She pauses a moment, then in an an exasperated tone, adds, “fuck, I really need to move out. I can’t keep living under my dad’s thumb.” You give Abigail a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. You definitely understand how difficult it can be having your life dictated by others. It was, after all, a contributing factor as to why you left behind your old job and the city. 

The sound of billiard balls clacking, followed by an annoyed whine by Sam, breaks your concentration. Your eyes can’t help but go straight to Sebastian. He flips his hair revealing his cocky grin, sending goosebumps down your whole body. As he turns in your direction, you quickly grab your drink, taking deep gulps to avoid any interaction. Before you know it, you’ve drained your second glass of whiskey, and your best device to avoid interaction.

Abigail notices the contemplative look you give the glass before offering, “here. I’ll get us a refill.” You have no time to reject her offer before she walks off with your only buffer. You sink back into the couch and pull out your phone, trying to look preoccupied. While this tactic might work on most, Sam is far too oblivious to take a hint. He calls out to you, “Hey, Y/n! Look at this sweet new trick I learned!” 

Jolted by his volume, you give a polite nod to indicate you’re watching. Sam holds the cue behind his back using his own butt as ballice. You watch the lovable dolt struggle to position himself in whatever way is supposed to be “correct”. You can’t help but laugh at how silly he looks, which eases your anxieties. It occurs to you that those whiskeys are beginning to take effect as your cheeks heat up and tension loosens. 

“Just take your shot already,” Sebastian snaps. His irritation with Sam is evident. He can’t stand seeing you laugh at another guy’s jokes when he’s the one you should be paying attention to. Sebastian clenches his jaw, trying to contain his jealousy, when Abigail returns with your drinks. 

“I was kinda surprised when Emily told me you were drinking whiskey tonight,” she comments, handing you the cool glass. 

“Yeah, I… uh…” You pull the drink to your lips in an attempt to buy you time to think of a rational response. “Gus said it was a new import, so I figured I'd give it a try. Guess I’ve taken a liking to it.” Hearing your new choice in beverage, Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you. You drink down more of the beverage to hide your discomfort and growing intoxication.

“Sam! I told you if you don’t use the cues properly, you can’t use them all!” yelled Gus over the bar counter. You secretly thank Yoba for drawing attention off of you. Unfortunately, your eyesight is becoming less focused as the alcohol hits deeper into your system. The whole room sways as you try to ground yourself, and you look to find an escape.

“You all want another round?” you ask without waiting for a response and make your way back to the bar. You reach the same spot you ordered from earlier and steady yourself with the edge of the counter.

“Can I get another round of beers, Em?” you request a bit too loudly, even for this crowded Saloon. Emily nods and begins preparing the drinks when you hear a familiar voice next to you.

“I think you’ve had enough.” His tone is firm but laced with a protective affection. You turn to find Sebastian glowering down at you. He takes the beers from Emily and rejoins Sam and Abigail, leaving you feeling embarrassed about being cut off, but also pissed with Sebastian for thinking it’s his job to step in; especially, when he’s the whole driving factor behind your anxious drinking.

You hear an amused scoff escape Shane’s lips. Enraged, you snarl at him, “what the FUCK is your problem?” Shane lifts his hands in a surrendering fashion before he responds, “hey, I’m not the one with a problem. You’re the lightweight who needs a babysitter to tell her when to stop.” His cocky smile only makes your jaw clench harder. But, as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. Between your stubbornness and Shane egging you on, you make the misguided decisions to double down. 

“Get me another whiskey,” you call your order to Emily. She gives you an uncertain look then shoots daggers in Shane’s direction. However, she reluctantly pours your drunken mistake, sliding it across the bar to you. You knock back the beverage quickly, trying to ignore the burn in the back of your throat. Shane lets out a victorious chuckle at his successful meddling as you turn around and march back to your friend group.

As you wobbly approach your spot on the couch, you can feel Sebastian’s seething glare burning a hole in you. Without looking at him, you hold your head high and confidently to show him you’re not backing down. Abigail keeps a cautious eye on you, noticing your clear intoxication, while Sam continues trying to line up his next shot. Abigail places a hand on your knee, giving you a slight squeeze, in an attempt to wordlessly check in with you. You muster your most believable grin and give her a reassuring nod, and you both turn back to the boys as they continue their game, playfully ripping into each other.

Time seems to move slowly. You can barely follow the conversation between your friends; the words spinning like their faces in your field of vision. It feels as if everyone is watching you, though it’s only Sebastian who stealthily monitors your worsening condition. You can feel yourself shrinking under his gaze, activating your fight or flight response.

“I gotta pee,” you announce loudly to the group, words slurring. You shoot out of your seat and begin stumbling your way to the restroom.

“Uh… me too,” Abigail states to the boys. She follows you to the bathroom, trying to help keep you as steady as possible. Sebastian watches you both carefully, while Sam just shrugs it off, chalking it up to “girl stuff”.

Once you enter the women’s restroom, promptly followed by Abigail, you slump against the wall trying to adjust your vision. 

“Okay, what’s up,” Abigail demands rather than asking.

“I think I drank too much,” you whine with little attempt to sound sober. 

“Well that much is obvious,” Abigail snorts with a laugh. “What’s REALLY going on?”

You’re a bit embarrassed that your behavior has been so blatantly out of character, to the point where Abigail can see right through you. You bury your head in your hands, trying to figure out how you’re going to get out of this situation, when Leah also enters the bathroom, concerned about your wellbeing.

“Hey, is everything alright? You’re stumbling around more than Elliot out there,” Leah remarks in a concerned tone while trying to maintain some lightness in the current situation. Your embarrassment deepens knowing it must be so obvious to everyone in the Saloon that you’re making a fool of yourself. You try to hide away more by crouching down and burying your face into your knees, hugging them to your chest. Leah soothingly rubs your back as Abigail strokes your hair in a calming manner.

“Come on. Spill,” Abigail coaxes sternly. You obviously can’t go into all the details of your situation with Sebastian, but some information must be considered “fair use”, right?

You lift your head, letting out a long, inebriated sigh before confessing, “Things with Sebastian have been… awkward. I don’t know why… and now… he embarrassed me at the bar. I wanted to prove a point a-and… Shane was being an asshole. I just… I know I shouldn’t have but…” You bury your face back into your knees and squeeze yourself tight. Abigail and Leah exchange considering glances.

“What do you mean ‘awkward’ with Sebastian? What feels awkward?” Leah innocently asks. 

Fuck. They had no idea this had to do with Sebastian. Why the hell did I even mention his name?!

The one positive about being this drunk is that no one can tell if you’re blushing, which was your reaction to Leah’s question. You clam up, trying to think of a response that can explain your actions away without sharing any sensitive information. You glance back up at their faces, both with puzzled looks. 

Abigail begins connecting the dots and asks, “does this have to do with the overnight thing? Wait… that’s why you asked me and Sam first.” Abigail pauses, still putting all the pieces of the puzzle together before she continues. “You were avoiding staying with Seb cause… Wait, oh my gosh… do you like him? Do you have a crush on Seb?!” Your eyes widen in disbelief at her accusation, and you momentarily contemplate the question. 

Do I like him? Do I have feelings for him?

Your expression and lack of response only bolster Abigail’s theory. “Holy shit! You do!” she exclaims, prideful in her detective skills. Leah, who seemed doubtful earlier of this conspiracy, now looks to you for confirmation.

“N-no! I mean… obviously we’re good friends, but it’s not like… like ‘that’. He’s an attractive guy and all, but like… things were-ARE good. Like how it was before. Y-you know! Just friendly friends… we do friend stuff.” Your drunken state is not helping your argument in the slightest. You stop yourself before you reveal any more info. 

Abigail and Leah exchange a knowing glance, before Abigail adds, “I get it. You like him, but you don’t want to ruin your guys’ friendship.” You give Abigail a pleading look, hoping she’ll understand she’s at least half right.

“I think you should go for it! Better to be honest and put your feelings out there than hide ‘em,” Leah advises in an encouraging tone. You struggle to look her in the eyes, wishing you could come clean about it all. However, you decide it’s probably easier to go along with Abigail’s theory than to make up a different, equally convincing explanation. 

“I just… I want things to go back to the way they were.” You exhale the words with total sincerity. All these secrets and games are too much. Things would just be so much easier if none of this ever happened, yet a small part of you is glad it did.

“I still think you should tell him,” Leah pipes in, but gives a conceding gesture to show she’s done meddling. You give her a reassuring smile to show your appreciation when you feel a tug at the back of your throat. You scramble as quickly as possible to the nearest toilet before you begin spewing the contents of your stomach. Thankfully, you made it mostly into the bowl. Leah goes to hold your hair back while Abigail supervises from the door of the stall, trying to say encouraging things to ease your thoughts. 

“Yeah, let it all out. You’ll feel much better,” Abigail coos while Leah rubs your back with her free hand. “Don’t worry about Seb. He probably has no idea you feel this way anyway. Guys are kind of stupid that way.” Abigail snickers at her own joke before continuing, “hey, we could always have a girl’s night! You know, just something to take your mind off things and let loose with your besties!”

“Actually… that’s a great idea! A little female empowerment,” Leah agrees then flexes her arm jokingly. Her and Abigail chuckle while you vacate your insides again. 

After vomiting a few more times, Abigail and Leah help you get cleaned up and Emily brings some cleaning products to get the remainder of the mess off the floor and toilet. You profusely apologize to her, but she assures you it’s fine and “happens all the time”, but you know she’s just saying that to make you feel better. While you’re not quite as bad off as earlier, you’re still fairly unstable on your feet. Your body also feels weakened after puking your guts up, and you quietly ask Leah to take you home, which she sympathetically agrees to. 

Abigail takes off, knowing you’re in Leah’s capable hands. She’s still on thin ice with her dad, so breaking curfew would have detrimental consequences. You cling to Leah as you cautiously make your way from the restroom to the front door of the saloon, which is starting to empty out for the night. Shane’s in the exact same spot as earlier, refusing to look in your direction. Maybe he actually feels some guilt about pressuring you into drinking more just to prove a point. 

Before you make it to the door, Leah is stopped by a tall, dark figure engaging her in dialogue. You don’t even need to raise your gaze to know it’s Sebastian. The shoes, voice and silhouette give it away. You nudge Leah, trying to suggest she keeps the interaction brief, but she’s already determined to hear what he has to say.

“Hey, uh… do you need some help?” Sebastian asks, feigning innocence. Leah, ready to break her earlier promise about not meddling, seizes the opportunity.

“You know, actually… yeah! That’d be great,” she responds a little too eagerly. Sebastian makes his way to the other side of you, throwing your arm over his shoulder to help prop you up. You turn your head to glare at Leah who beams pridefully back.

Before you all take your first step together, Sebastian points backwards and asks, “ what about him?” You and Leah look in the indicated direction to see a fairly drunk Elliot trying to chat with Gus, who clearly doesn’t want to talk to him. 

“Shit,” Leah hisses out, contemplating the best course of action.

“If you want, I could take her home so you can take care of him. Aren’t you staying at his place anyway?” Sebastian offers. You whip your head to Leah, eyes begging her not to accept his offer, but she’s already made up her mind. 

“Yeah, that would actually be way better,” she says with relief. She removes herself from under your arm and softly says, “I’ll check on you in the morning.” Then she stares down Sebastian and commands, “straight home to bed.” Sebastian gives an assuring nod, agreeing to her spoken and unspoken terms. Leah returns a confirmation nod before attending to Elliot’s drunken escapades.

You and Sebastian make it out the Saloon by a few yards when you stop him, ducking out from under his arm. Not only do you not want to be alone with him, but him hunching over the way he is in order to prop you up, can’t be comfortable, nor will it get you home any quicker. And getting home quicker also means getting rid of him quicker.

“I’m okay now. I can walk home myself,” you state coldly, facing away from him. You try to take a few wobbly steps forward before he has time to interject. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t, and you continue your stumbly walk forward. Your vision is still blurry, but you’re managing to stay upright; at least until you feel your feet fall out from under you and everything starts moving way too fast. Convinced you must be falling over, you embrace for impact with the cold, hard ground, yet you never do. Instead, you find your body cradled to Sebastian’s warm chest as he carries you toward your farm.

“Put me down! What the fuck!” you protest, squirming in his grip. 

“Don’t be such a brat.” His words are cold. Last time he called you a brat, it was teasing and playful. But not this. He was clearly upset with you and irritated by negligence. You shrink back into his embrace, as an intense sense of guilt washes over you, sobering you up some. Not once has he looked at you since you both left the saloon, and you suddenly realize why. It wasn’t him who made tonight a disaster; it was you.

You and Sebastian continue in silence as you try to think of the right thing to say. “Seb, I… I’m sorry,” you apologize. It’s small but it’s a start.

“For?” Sebastian says in his flat, unamused tone.

You take a deep breath before elaborating, “tonight. I… I made a lot of bad decisions. I kept drinking even when you tried to tell me to stop. I… I wanted to prove a point to you and to Shane and… well, to everyone.” Sebastian finally glances down slightly and raises an eyebrow. “I always bend to everyone’s requests. And tonight, I wanted to prove that I’m my own person. That any choice I make, I make because I want to.” You look up to Sebastian, straight into his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen. That was just as much of a decision as choosing to stop. I’m… I’m also sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have-”

Sebastian abruptly halts in his tracks, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Do you regret last night?” he asks wearily, meeting your gaze. His expression tugs at your heartstrings, and you can sense the weight your answer will have on him. It catches you off guard and you take serious consideration of what he’s truly asking.

Do I regret last night?

Despite the stress and craziness of these past few days and the ensuing chaos, you still have the same conclusion. 

“No.” The words escaped your lips before you even decided your response. As much as you wanted things to go back to normal, you could never regret those intimate moments you shared with Sebastian. 

With a relieved smile, Sebastian adjusts his grip, cradling you higher on his chest, and follows the path to your home. Even though the fall air is nippy, you feel warm and comfortable against Seb’s broad chest. Between that, the rocking motion created by each step and lingering alcohol in your system, you drift off into a cozy, light sleep.

*****

It’s only a short time later that you’re awoken by the sound of creaking from your front steps and the warm glow of the porch light. Your eyes take a moment to adjust, and recognizing your front door, you quickly reach to your bag for your keys. While you frantically dig through your bag, Sebastian gently sets you down, making sure you have your footing before he releases you. Enough time has passed that you’ve sobered up a fair amount. You’re still somewhat intoxicated, but at least now you can walk in a coordinated fashion. 

You unlock the door and step through the threshold, Sebastian on your heels, which takes you by surprise. You had expected him to drop you off and return home, so this intrusion into your house makes you uneasy. However, he moves with purpose, going straight to your kitchen. You watch him while gently closing the door, confused by his intentions, then also make your way to the kitchen. 

Sebastian, who suspiciously already knows exactly how your kitchen is organized, fixes a large glass of water and brings it to you, placing it assertively into your hands. You give him a confused look, your head still fuzzy from the drink earlier. 

“You need to hydrate, so drink the whole thing,” Sebastian explains but with a tone implying this isn’t optional. You look at the glass suspiciously, since Sebastian doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to the beverages he gives you.

You narrow your eyes, looking straight into his and ask, “Did you put your dick in it?”

Sebastian freezes and you swear you see him blush, but he recovers quickly. He rolls his eyes and spats, “No!” Calmly, he collects himself before adding, “unless you want me to,” giving that coy, seductive smile of his. 

You sneer at him and begin chugging the water. You half expect him to say some other flirtatious thing or to playfully tip the glass, but he just stands there motionless. Once you empty the hefty glass, he takes it, fills it again and hands it back to you.

You gawk at the large cup and then at him. “You can’t be serious. I’ll piss the damn bed if I drink all that!” Clearly, the alcohol is still affecting your filter.

“You’ll deal with worse than that in the morning if you don’t drink it,” he replied very matter of fact. You consider his comment before conceding. You manage to gulp down half the glass when you ask, “can that be enough?” 

He takes the glass from you, and compromises with, “go take a shower, then you can finish it when you’re done.” You almost snap back at him, but quickly remember that you still reek of vomit. You settle for a sneer and trudge to your bathroom to clean up, calling behind you, “fine. Now that that’s squared away, you can leave now.” You slam the bathroom door behind you, unable to hear Sebastian mutter under his breath, “such a fucking brat”.

The shower helps your sobriety but worsens your exhaustion. You make it quick and to the point, planning a more thorough cleaning tomorrow. You throw on a set of pjs (though you typically sleep in the nude, but since Sebastian’s stalker-like behavior, you’ve chosen to cover up at night, too) and exit the bathroom. You find Sebastian leaning against the wall, cup in one hand his phone in the other. He casually puts his phone away and extends the glass to you. 

You take it from him, avoiding making eye contact, responding, “I said you can leave.” He doesn’t say anything, but continues to look at you. You let out a huff and soften your tone. “Look, I’m really sorry about earlier, with the drinking and everything. And… I really appreciate you looking out for me,… even though it’s kinda an overstep at times. But still, thanks.” You pause and take a few swigs of the water, contemplating what to say next. “Seb, I… I don’t regret last night… but I don’t want to mess up our friend group and… I don’t wanna mess up ’us’.” You still can’t bring yourself to look at him. You know this is for the best, but it still hurts to say it.

Sebastian steps closer and quietly asks, “do you want me to leave?” You keep your head turned away from him, and bluntly reply, “yes. I think that’s for the best.” He briefly hesitates then closes the gap between you two. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you into him and forcing you to look his way.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to leave.” He stares intensely down at you, making you feel weak in the knees. You know there will be consequences. You know that there’s no going back if you continue down this path. Yet, you want this. You want it more than anything. And still…

“I…” You can’t manage any other words. This is all too much and you panic. “I need to go to bed.” The words blurt out of you as you slip from Sebastian’s grasp and dart under your covers. Sebastian doesn’t move an inch except to watch you flee, and you peek over the duvet to see his dumbfounded expression. 

Sebastian makes his best attempt at concealing his pain, but it's clear your response is tearing him apart. Seeing his defeated look, your heart swells and guilt racks your chest. Sebastian turns to make his exit when you call out, “Wait!” 

Sebastian turns back to you, hope sparkling in his eyes. You swallow the knot in your throat and sit up in your bed. “You… you can stay. If you want.” The words fall out of your mouth haphazardly and you scoot to one side of your mattress to make room for him. Nervously, you slide back under the covers and face away from him, waiting for him to join.

Sebastian smiles lovingly at you and turns the lights off. You hear him softly walk toward the bed and a ruffling sound of his clothes. The bed squeaks slightly as you feel him join you under the covers, heat radiating off his body. You wait for a while, still in shock over your own invitation. After a few tense minutes, you delicately turn to face him. 

Unsurprisingly, Sebastian had been waiting for you to turn to him and you both wordlessly stare at each other for another few minutes. To everyone’s surprise, you close the gap, pressing your body into his. You practically nuzzle his muscular chest and he gently wraps his arms around you. 

You consider looking up at him, maybe kissing him, or maybe wrapping your arms around him. Maybe you should playfully bite his neck, or grope his ass or stroke his semi-hard cock. Fuck, you’re getting horny. You shove the thoughts out your brain and try to focus on the sleep you so desperately need. Sebastian’s warm, calming embrace makes things much easier and you manage to doze off into a deep, sound slumber. 

Sebastian, however, finds it more difficult to sleep. He’s far too ecstatic to have you in arms; a choice that YOU made. He’s baffled by how adorable you look when you sleep. Definitely way more adorable in person, than on his recordings. Falling asleep would mean missing these precious moments, but he also knew he needed his energy for tomorrow. You were clearly well passed out by now, so he plants a sweet, delicate kiss on top of your head before allowing himself to join you in dreamland.

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Maybe it’s the remnants of the alcohol, or maybe you set the heat too high, but you’re sweating profusely under the sheets. You fitfully toss and turn, unable to cool off, so you just kick the comforter onto the floor. Even without the heavy blanket, your body still feels like it’s burning up. Flipping your pillow over, then switching to the other side of the bed, you search for relief—but it all feels the same. You lift your shirt to just under your breasts to expose your midsection to the cooler air, but find minimal relief. Eventually, you remove the top altogether. Still sweltering, you peel off your bottoms, then your panties, lying there for a moment to let your body adjust, when you hear a knock at the door.

“Come in,” you say automatically, though the words don’t feel like your own. Still, they slip from your lips with the same confidence as any other casual invitation.

The door opens, and your breath catches as you take in the sight before you—a sexy, shirtless man stepping into the room. It takes a second for your dazed mind to register him, but his sharp eyes give him away.

Sebastian.

Despite being completely naked, you don’t reach for your sheets or attempt to cover yourself. The heat from earlier pools into a singular, aching spot between your legs. You feel a ferocious desire for him and it begins taking over your senses. Slowly, you part your thighs in silent invitation as he lingers at the foot of your bed.

“Seb, I… I want you,” you confess, your voice loud, desperate.

Sebastian doesn’t move, his expression unchanged. 

“Please, Sebastian,” you continue. You attempt to reach your hand over to tease your clit, but discover your wrists have suddenly been tied to the bed frame. You squirm in your constraints while Sebastian watches, his cock hardening with every desperate movement.

“Don’t be a brat,” he says, and the words echo through your body, exactly as they had that intimate night. You feel your juices flooding your canal, and you’re becoming needier with each passing second.

“I want you, Sebby! I want to feel you inside me. I want to be your good, perfect girl and earn your cum. Please, Sebby, fill me up. Fuck me till I can’t take anymore, then fuck me some more!” The pleas spill from you without hesitation. You never imagined yourself begging so shamelessly, but the thought alone makes you tingle.

This seems to be exactly what Sebastian was waiting for. A slow smirk forms on his lips as he crawls onto the bed, starting at your feet and trailing kisses up your legs. Each kiss lingers, his tongue occasionally flicking over your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. The approving whimpers pour out of you with each mark he places. 

By the time he reaches your entrance, you’re practically frothing at your lower lips. He centers himself between your legs to where you can feel his hot breath on your mound. He looks at you, half-lidded gaze locking onto yours, before he dives into your vagina. He uses his tongue to separate your folds and quickly locates your clit. He teases small, light circles around it. Just enough to make you beg for more. 

“Ahhhh yes! Sebby, please! More! I want more!” Your desperate cries fuel him as he places his index finger in your soaked cunt, tracing along the walls. Soon, his middle finger joins too, and he thrusts them in out of you, making sure to rub against the ceiling of your pussy. Euphoric screams escape from your lungs as he continues his incredible, meticulous work.

Then a new sensation is added to the mix. One you’ve never really experienced before. You can feel his thumb circling your back entrance, coaxing it to relax for him. Your body trembles as his thumb penetrates your hole, and all the air is pulled from your lungs. Though you feel slight pain from the tightness of his finger in your virgin asshole, it also amplifies the sensitivity of your vagina, still getting thoroughly finger banged. 

His tongue doesn’t quit as it laps around your clit the entire time. Then his tactic changes as he quickly flicks his tongue on your engorged bean, drawing you closer to orgasm. The only sound you can muster are breathy whines. He continues fingering both holes, rubbing his digits together on the wall separating them. You squeal at a frequency you never thought possible and breathlessly gasp, “I-ah…I-I’m gonna c-cummmmm!” 

Sebastian quickly switches his slobbering mouth to your pussy, feasting through your orgasm. He uses his other hand to continue teasing your clit as you reach your climax with his face buried in your cunt. Your cervix and vagina contract in ecstasy, surging your own fluids into his eagerly awaiting face. Just as you start coming down from your climax, the image before you blurs into a dark shadow.

And then you wake up.

*****

Relief washes over you when you realize it was just a dream, but it quickly evaporates as you remember one crucial detail—Sebastian is still in your bed. And while your sexual encounter had been nothing more than a figment of your imagination, the wetness in your underwear is very real. 

Heart pounding, you glance to your side. Thankfully, Sebastian is still sound asleep, his arm draped over your waist. But his closeness makes slipping away without waking him significantly harder.

You inch toward the edge of the bed, moving in small increments to give him time to adjust. Once your legs are free from the covers, you carefully lift his arm, attempting to shift it onto your hip so the warmth of your skin will trick his subconscious. Lowering his hand onto the mattress, you let it rest in the still-heated spot where your body had been. 

Just as you think you’ve succeeded, Sebastian stirs. 

His hand instinctively pulls back to him as his eyes begin to flutter open.

*Shit.*

You can’t risk him knowing you had a wet dream, especially since you were sleeping right next to him. He may not know that the dream was about him, but the fact that it happened while sharing a bed together would surely encourage his sexual taunting.

Panic surges through you. You leap from the bed and book it to your bathroom before Sebastian has a chance to process what’s happening. 

 In the bathroom, you hastily remove the incriminating evidence and slide your pajama bottoms back on since you had no time to grab a clean pair of panties.

Sebastian groans, stretching as he props himself up. “Everything alright?” he calls, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Yup!” you respond too quickly, then flush the toilet for good measure. “Just needed to pee.” You then go to the sink to wash your hands to solidify your lie. 

Meanwhile, Sebastian glances at your side of the bed, where a faint damp spot lingers on the fitted sheet. His brows furrow, and then, as realization dawns, his lips curl into an all-too-knowing smirk.

“Holy shit! Did you actually piss yourself?”

Your blood runs ice cold.

“WHAT?! NO!!” You screech, as you burst through the bathroom door, mortified beyond belief.

Sebastian throws his head back in laughter, clearly enjoying every second of this.

Seeing the small stain, you quickly  think of a fib to cover your ass. 

“That—” you stammer, scrambling for an explanation. “That’s just sweat! It’s hot as fuck in here, and you being here doesn’t help!”

“So you’re saying I’m hot,” he teases. 

You glare at him and snarl, “you know what I meant.”

He hums, gaze flicking back to the stain on the sheets. You watch as the wheels turn in his head, silently praying he doesn’t piece it together.

Then, his smirk widens.

“HO-LY. SHIT,” he exclaims, unable to hide the glee in voice. He looks back  to you with a cocky smile, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Did my baby girl have a nice dream?”

You stomach drops and all the color drains from your face.

Sebastian knows.

And judging by his expression, he’s relishing in your humiliation.

You want to spat back at him, but your embarrassment has you frozen in place.

“I bet it was about me, too,” he says with a coy smile, cocky as ever.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you hiss.

“Oh? Then who?” he challenges.

“I’m not going to tell you!” Your pitch gets higher as you grow more defensive. 

“So it was me.” He affirms with a grin. “It’s so cute how embarrassed you are. So, what happened in your dream?”

You scoff, appalled. “I’m CERTAINLY not telling you that!”

 Sebastian laughs as he gets out of bed, sauntering toward you. You turn away, not wanting to see his gloating face any more than you have to.

Before you can put more distance between you, Sebastian wraps his arms around your waist from behind. His lips greet your cheek with a soft kiss, his warm breath teasing your skin. You fight off your desire to reciprocate, still irritated by his mocking comments.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, his voice gentle now. “You can’t be mad at me for something that’s not even my fault.”

You huff, still embarrassed—but you do see his point.

You unstiffen a bit in his arms to signal to him that your anger has diminished. He understands your message and begins gently kissing your neck. You bite your lip to keep from letting out a satisfied moan. You don’t want him to think he’s totally off the hook.

Sebastian holds you close as he sways back and forth, still kissing on your neck. He strokes your hip with his thumb as his other hand makes its way up your shirt. You debate stopping him, but it just feels too damn good. He cups your sizable breast in his hand, massaging it, and your nipples harden in response. A hum in your throat escapes a bit as he continues teasing your tits.

You feel Sebastian’s cock harden against your back as he feels you unravel in his clutches. In one smooth motion, he swings you onto the bed, pinning you down by your wrists. 

He whispers slyly, “you sure you don’t want to tell me about that dream?” Closing your lips tightly, you shake your head firmly in response. In his mind, you’ve just issued a challenge. 

Pulling your shirt off and tracing his tongue down your neck to your breast, Sebastian begins sucking and teasing your nipple. The motion of his tongue forces a moan out of you, your toes curling at the stimulation. He tugs your nipple with his teeth, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. He tugs then releases your breast and watches them bounce with the recoil. Licking his lips, Sebastian positions himself directly over you, so that your lips are barely an inch away.

“Tell me, Princess. Is this better than your dream? Or, shall we recreate it? Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he coos, voice soaked with desire. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin gives you goosebumps. Your lips tremble as you swallow the nervous lump in your throat, readying your reply.

Just as the first syllable is about to leave your tongue, a loud knock on your front door echoes through the house, shattering the moment. 

Your grey tabby cat, Kiara, bolts into your room, under your bed, startled by the sudden noise. You and Sebastian exchange surprised looks. 

Though the knocking sent a surge of panic through you, Sebastian maintains his calm, seductive demeanor and whispers into your ear, “Be a good girl and stay right here.” He kisses your cheek and stands, adding, “I’ll be right back.” 

You can’t explain why you feel compelled to obey, but you do, only turning your head to follow him as he makes his way to the front door.

Without hesitation, Sebastian swings the front door fully open to Leah, who is taken aback to see the shirtless goth answering her best friend’s door. He stands in the doorway like a territorial guard dog, waiting for Leah to say whatever it is she came here to say.

“Uh…,” she fumbles, trying to wrap head around what she’s looking at and the implications that come with it. “I just… wanted to check on Y/n.” Having a well-educated guess as to what’s happening, she does decide to press the subject a bit —both to make sure her friend is truly okay and to satisfy her own nosy curiosity. “Is she okay?” she asks innocently, looking past him into the house, hoping to find more clues.

“As alright as anyone who’s drunk their entire liver’s worth of liquor the previous night,” he replies coolly, stretching out his back muscles. “She’s still in bed sleeping off what she can.” This is half true. You can barely make out the conversation where you lay, but you remain still, just as he instructed.

“So then, why are you still here? Did… did you spend the night?” Leah pries a bit more. 

Sebastian joins Leah on the porch, gently closing the door behind him before fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one up. He leans against the railing, taking a few puffs before responding.

“Just trying to keep an eye on her is all. That’s what friends are for, right?” He looks at her with a sly smirk. He knows exactly what she’s getting at, but he also knows she won’t flat-out ask. At least, not until she’s sure of her assumptions.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re still here. If she just needs to sleep it off, you could leave, ya know,” Leah snips at him, slightly annoyed at his evasive answers.

Impressed by her boldness, Sebastian replies, “I know. But, she feels like shit right now, so I’m going to help her not feel like shit. I’ll head out once I know she’s better.” He takes one last drag of his cigarette before stamping it out. Turning to Leah, he waits to see if she has more to add before he returns to his prize waiting inside.

“Okay, fine. But tell her to text me once she’s up,” Leah assertively demands. She turns to leave, but adds, “And, Sebastian, if you hurt her in any way, I’ll be using your ‘wood’ in my next art project.” 

With that threat, she confidently marches back to her home. Sebastian can’t help but grin. He’s not fazed by her threat—especially since he’d never do anything to hurt you—but he is pleased to see that you have such a loyal friend looking out for you. When it comes to people Sebastian trusts to be around you, Leah seems like a promising choice.

*****

Wanting to test your patience—and make you grow needier, Sebastian takes his sweet time closing the door and returning to your bedroom. A pleased growl unfurls from his lips once he sees you obediently waiting for his return. Your desperation for him is blatantly painted on your face as he leans over your half naked body, his tongue and lip dancing over your collar bone.

You exhale a needy hum, and ask, “Is she mad at me?” Your concern over your friend’s feelings prevents you from relaxing into Sebastian’s embrace. 

Pulling back, he eases your mind with a simple reply. “Not at all,” he assures you before adding, “if anything she’s mad at me for ‘taking advantage of you’ in your vulnerable state.” 

A tinge of guilt stirs inside you at the thought of putting Sebastian in a potentially incriminating position. But you also know this was a welcomed invitation. Besides, you could explain it all to Leah later—or at least, the pertinent details. 

Sebastian returns to your neck, nuzzling you and trailing kisses along your skin. You wrap your arms and legs around him, craving his warmth against your body. Your movements only make him more ravenous. His hands find your ass, groping and massaging your glutes. You whimper at his touch as his once soft, delicate kisses turn into desperate, thirsting bites leading to your earlobe. His hands continue kneading your butt as he motions your hips to grind against his hardening member. You can feel your lower lips coating in your slick, ready to receive your long-awaited gift.

Once Sebastian pulls down the waist of your pj bottoms, revealing your lack of underwear, he can’t help but snicker at your undeniable lust. Not only are you everything he’s ever wanted, but you want him, too. You need him, just like he needs you. 

He situates his head between your folds, hovering at the entrance of your drenched hole that lightly moistens his tip. You choke back your moans, making eye contact with Seb, beckoning him to enter you. 

“Do you want me, baby girl? I plan to make you mine. Are you ready for that?” His previously playful tone takes on a serious nature that catches you off guard. You eagerly nod, writing it off as bedroom talk. Right now, your desire is overwhelming and any rational thinking is completely out the window.

“Of course, Seb. I’m all yours,” you respond, voice airy with desperation. With a vicious grin, Sebastian eases his phallus into your warm, wet cunt, forcing scream-like moans out of you with every inserted inch. It was mildly painful as your pussy stretched to accommodate Sebastian’s large cock, but it didn’t take long for you to adjust around him, encompassing his entirety in your warmth. Sebastian couldn’t contain his animalistic moans. The plush, tightness of your delicate hole mixed with the squelching sound of your juices being squeezed out of you, just added harmony to the symphony that was you. He kept his cock stationed there for a while, savoring the sensation, while trying to regain some self-control to prevent himself from finishing too soon. 

You squeezed your legs around him tighter, trying to thrust your hips, but Seb’s tight grip on your ass prevents any such motion. Your nails dig into his flesh as you try changing tactics by pulling his hips forward with your legs. However, he’s stronger than he looks and you’re barely able to nudge him. He laughs at your adorable, yet feeble attempt. 

“What a naughty, needy girl you are,” he taunts. “Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll give you what you want.” He swiftly pulls out from you, the cool absence of his cock jarring you. In one fell swoop, he flips you over, positioning you on your knees, ass in the air, ready to receive him. The forcefulness only stokes the fire in your stomach, causing your cunt to drip with anticipation. Again, he places his head at your glistening gateway—his precum an offering to the sanctum that beckons him inside.

“Are you going to be my good girl and take it all?” Seb asks with a stern, seductive tone.

“Yes,” you obediently reply—your voice the definition of desperation. Sebastian thrusts his cock all the way in, causing you to scream in ecstasy. His girth completely fills you before he slowly draws back.

“Are you going to do as I tell you? Are you going to listen and be my good, obedient girl?” His words send shivers through your body, and you quickly respond with another resounding, “yes!” 

In acknowledgment of your answer, Sebastian thrusts his full length into you, hitting your back wall, forcing a pleasured groan out of you. Again, he slowly pulls his cock out of your tight pussy, dragging your whimpers out with it.

“And will you accept any and all punishment should you disobey?” He asks with a calm, level voice. Your mind, clouded with ecstasy and lust, automatically repeats another, “Yes!” 

With a grunt, he again thrusts deep into you. Your legs shake as you release a thrilled shriek before he slowly pulls his cock out of you once again. You bite down on your lower lip in an effort to contain your desire.

Leaning close, Sebastian whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl. I have one more question for you, Princess.” His eyes meet yours as he asks, “are you all mine, Y/n?” 

Love and passion flickers brightly in his eyes. Your heart thunders loudly in your chest as goosebumps run down your limbs. Every ounce of your being screams in unison, “YES!”

Like a feral beast breaking the chains that bound him, Sebastian’s cravings take over. He’s been released. He begins fucking you uncontrolably, picking up pace with each thrust. His balls slap against your mound with each motion and your vision becomes blurred. You can only manage breathy gasps and moans as you lose yourself to the heavenly sensation that is Sebastian. Your body seems like it vibrates with joy feeling your climax approach. His motions and grunts both become more erratic, and you can tell he is also close to approaching his limit. 

The tingling, warm between your thighs swells and, with all the prior teasing and foreplay, it’s no surprise you climax first. Your pussy contracts around his throbbing cock, coating it like a freshly glazed doughnut. Your cum trickles down your legs and his, as you fight to catch your breath. Sebastian savours this sensation and lets out an aroused moan of his own. He continues pumping into you, riding out your orgasm, but it’s not much longer till he also succumbs to the pleasure, drowning your cunt in his thick, hot cum. He powers through a few more thrusts, though you can feel him quivering; both from the exertion and the pure bliss of filling you with his seed. Beads of sweat drip down his chiseled chest and arms, onto your soft, dewy skin, merging together; just like the gooey mixture now seeping out from between your lips.

Your wobbling legs give out from under you, causing you to flop helplessly onto the bed. Lying limply on your side, you glance back up at Sebastian, who leans over, propping himself up on his arms as he tries to regain feeling in his own trembling legs. He catches your gaze and offers a soft, loving smile before settling down beside you.

 Sebastian reaches over, tenderly brushing back your hair, his eyes tracing every curve of your face. As the intoxicating haze of desire slowly fades, your awareness sharpens, grounding you in your surroundings. For a while, neither of you speak. You simply lay there, enjoying the silence and each other’s presence.

Eventually, Sebastian leisurely throws his pants back on and exits the room without a word. Wearily, you begin to sit up on the bed, still soaked in the various body fluids from your fuck session. You scurry to the bathroom to clean up and dress but as soon as you stand, a low, aching pressure throbs behind your eyes. The hangover has arrived in full force. You knew getting through today unscathed was a naive hope, but you hadn’t expected it to hit this suddenly.

Fighting through the pounding in your skull, you shuffle into your living area to find Sebastian rummaging through your fridge in the kitchen. You’re too drained to scold him for his flagrant invasion of your space. Instead, you opt to go straight for the coffee maker.  But just as you reach for a mug from the cupboard, a steamy cup appears in front of you.

Slightly bewildered, you side-eye Sebastian as you take the warm ceramic from his hand. Just like last time, he’s already prepared it to your exact taste—and, thanks to his recent “release” inside you, you feel fairly certain it’s free of his cum. You take a slow sip, letting the rich aroma and heat breathe a little life back into your exhausted body. Sebastian places a cup of water and a few pills of Aspirin in front of you, his demand silent but clear.  A bit irked by his pushy actions, you begrudgingly take the pills and settle at the kitchen table.

Keeping your eyes down, you swallow the medication and sip your coffee, unsure of what to say. You meant what you said last night—you don’t regret a thing—but that doesn’t make the situation any less complicated. Your attraction for Sebastian is undeniable, but it’s also true that you don’t want to mess up your existing friendships. You’re still the new girl in the valley, and though you've made a good impression so far, everyone else has lived here longer than you and already has deep-rooted connections. You gave up your entire life coming here to build something better for yourself. Is it worth risking it all for some sexy goth you’ve known for less than two years?

Your fingers tighten around the cooling mug of coffee as you continue assessing your dilemma. You know Sebastian has a completely different idea for his future than you have for yours. You’re both on different paths with very different desires. You left behind the soul-crushing monotony of Zuzu City and Joja Corp to embrace a simpler, more meaningful life with more meaningful relationships. But Sebastian always talks about escaping to the city—pursuing bigger opportunities, getting the recognition he deserves. And, considering his family tensions, you can’t entirely blame him. He deserves to be happy. And the last thing you want is to be the reason he stays trapped here.

“What’s with the pout, Princess?” 

Sebastian’s question derails your train of thought. You look up at him, still lost in your own thoughts.

*What do I say? How do I make it clear we can’t keep doing this? I don’t want to hurt him, but cutting ties now would be much easier than letting this spiral into something even messier. But… we JUST FUCKED. How can I fuck him, then turn around and tell him we shouldn’t?! Fuck, I’m a dumbass. But this needs to stop before it’s too late.*

You glance back down at the—now cold—cup of coffee, considering how to respond.

*Maybe I’m overthinking, again. Maybe this is just a friends-with-benefits type of thing. All that sexy and romantic shit he said was just part of the fantasy. We both were just role playing, right? It’s all just been casual fun and I can just move on without a second thought. But… no matter what this is, I need to end it now.*

“Seb, I’ve really enjoyed our time together… like REALLY enjoyed it,” you begin, fumbling over your words as you try to cushion the blow. “But, we… we just can’t keep doing this. I really like you, Seb, and that’s why I can’t risk losing you or your friendship. Plus, if things go bad between us, it won’t just be us who deal with the fallout.” You pause a second, trying to make sure you have all your bases covered before adding, “Even a casual FWB thing would probably be too risky. And I’ll make sure Leah keeps it a secret, so we can avoid the town rumor mill.” 

It’s so difficult pushing these words out. You’re not only trying to convince him, but yourself as well.

Sebastian, however, looks completely unfazed. A wave of relief washes over you—until he smirks.

“Part of me knew things were moving along too smoothly. But, hey, I tried to be optimistic,” he says with a cool, casual tone. “Maybe moving too fast was my downfall here, but FUCK, waiting for the right opportunity was absolute torture.” He takes a slow step toward you. “You have to understand—none of this was ‘acting on impulse’. I’ve wanted you for a LONG time. I’ve been planning this… ‘us’… for a long time.” 

Fear sits in your gut like a heavy stone as you listen to Sebastian lay out his honest intentions. He’s closed the gap between you both,  his gaze pinning you in place. You feel him radiate a possessive energy toward you, unwilling to let go.

“I get that this is a lot to take in,” he continues, his voice softer now. “Especially all at once. I know you’ll need time to warm up to the idea, and that’s fine. But don’t worry, Y/n—I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little longer.” He leans down, placing a single, featherlight kiss on your forehead. 

You remain frozen in place, unable to even properly comprehend what Sebastian just said to you. While you sit in stunned silence, Sebastian dresses and gathers his things. He moves toward the door but pauses, turning to face you once more.

“I’ll give you some space to think,” he says. “But I won’t stay away too long. I just can’t. That’s asking too much.”

There’s no hesitation in his words, no room for uncertainty. He knows exactly what he wants. And while he intends for you to make the choice yourself, he’s not about to make it easy for you to walk away.

He walks over to you confidently, while you continue to give him a dumbfounded look. 

He steps closer again, tilting his head as he takes you in. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Things couldn’t have gone better,” he softly coos, but there’s an undeniable intensity behind it. Sebastian leans in to give you a deep, passionate kiss, causing you to flinch at his touch. 

He then turns to the door and proceeds to leave. “Try to stay out of trouble, okay?” he calls over his shoulder as he shuts it behind him.

You give a few hard blinks, trying to make sure that all this has been real and not part of some elaborate dream, like earlier. Sebastian’s desire for you isn’t just attraction—it’s obsession. And while the thought of being wanted so completely thrills you, another part of you is terrified. Your heart flutters at the implication of having your crush be so infatuated with you.

But you have no idea how far he’s willing to go to keep you.

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The sense of flattery fueled by Sebastian’s desire for you is short lived. As you tend to your crops, a ball of rage grows inside you.

*How dare he assume what I want. How the fuck would he know what’s best for me?*

You’re not someone who needs to be “convinced” into a relationship. He doesn’t get to decide your future or dictate your decisions. You’ve made a great life here and he can’t come in and force his whims on you.

By the time you finish your daily chores, the sun is already setting and the chill of autumn’s evening sends a shiver down your spine. You head inside, settling on the couch with Kiara nestled beside you. As you idly scroll through your phone, you notice a slew of missed texts from Leah. You scroll back through your messages and discover an unfamiliar text that was supposedly sent by you.

*What the fuck? I don’t remember sending this?*

The message was sent earlier today, sometime between Leah’s house call and Sebastian’s departure.

Y/n:

11:23 - Hey, sorry for not texting sooner. I was def feeling the effects of last night. I promise I’ll explain everything soon <3

Leah:

11:27 - Girl… why TF was Sebastian at your place and WHY WAS HE SHIRTLESS?!

11:28 - Like I get you have a thing for him but DAMN

11:28 - Also, I thought you were going to keep things normal between you two. I mean, either way I’m happy for you

11:30 - Wait… you did want to get with him right? I swear if that MOTHERFUCKER did anything you didn’t want, I’LL MURDER HIM

There’s a gap of a few hours before the next few texts.

Leah:

4:49 - Hey, just wanted to check in and see how you’re feeling. Is Sebastian still there? Text me soon

5:22 - Seriously tho, let me know you’re okay. And PLEASE tell me all the juicy details about last night XD

You haven’t even considered what you’re going to tell Leah, and with this unfamiliar text supposedly sent by you, you’re a bit weary of sharing such sensitive information over the phone.

Y/n:

9:18 - I’m fine, no worries. Too much to share over txt, so let’s talk tomorrow. I’ll swing by your place after I run some errands in town, so 11-12 ish?

Leah’s response is near immediate.

Leah:

9:20 - Sounds good! Can’t wait! Glad you’re okay

Setting your phone down with a sigh, you try to organize all your thoughts and feelings into a something coherent, but only seem to deepen your confusion. You look at Kiara curled up next to you. 

*I’m happy with my life as it is. Why should I change my plans now?*

 Maybe giving yourself some space from Sebastian will help you think clearer. You know what you want in life—you just have to stay focused on that.

*****

After a restful night of sleep, less burdened by the uncertainty of your interpersonal relationships, you head into town with optimistic bounce. Your first stop is Pierre’s, but as soon as you have the shop in sight, an unexpected face intercepts your path. 

Haley, dressed in a sweater that’s more fashion than function, stands in front of you with her arms crossed. She clearly has something pressing to talk about. Putting your guard on, you prepare yourself for whatever prying she’s planning to do. She’s always been easily bored by this small town life, so she’s taken it upon herself to keep up with all the latest and greatest of the town gossip.

“I heard about Friday night,” she says, feigning disinterest. It’s a vague statement—purposefully so. She’s fishing, hoping you’ll spill more than she actually knows.

“Oh, uh… what did you hear?” you say, acting surprised but unphased by her claim. You always tread lightly when it comes to Haley. You had finally gotten to the point where she wasn’t a total bitch to you and was actually somewhat pleasant. You certainly didn’t want to risk your any missteps around her.

“Emily told me about how you ordered too many drinks and that Sebastian tried to step in, but then Shane encouraged you to drink more. And that’s how you ended up puking in the bathroom,” she states this very matter of fact. She sounds like a TV reporter trying to get a response from a key player in the latest scandal. You half expect her to pull out a microphone to get your comment.

“Yeah… That definitely wasn’t one of my better nights,” you admit, hoping she can be satisfied with merely confirming her inside scoop. But Haley’s like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out the truth.

“I also heard Sebastian walked you home.” She eyes you carefully. “And I’ve definitely seen him walking back from your farm stupid early in the morning.” She tilts her head, gauging your reaction. “I know you two are friends and all, but it’s interesting… considering you also stayed at his place Thursday night. Be honest—is there something going on between you two?”

Her deduction, actually catches you off guard, but can’t confirm these accusations without them spreading through the entire town. And, you certainly can’t dismiss everything, or she’ll be suspicious. You need to give her something juicy enough to satisfy her curiosity—just not the truth.

“I get how things look, but Seb was just trying to get me home safe. Leah originally was going to walk with me, but she needed to take care of Elliot, who she was staying with while her house was being fumigated. That’s actually part of why I stayed at Sebastian’s the other day—Robin invited me, and I kinda suck at saying no to her,” you explain. It’s mostly true, but not compelling enough to throw Haley off the scent. You need to go bigger.

“You glance around conspiratorially, lowering your voice. “If you really want to know… I had a sex dream about Sam and Sebastian.” You sigh dramatically. “So, when I saw them again at the saloon, I just felt so awkward and guilty that I tried to drown the embarrassment in alcohol. Obviously, that backfired, and I ended up looking like a total idiot.” You shake your head. “If they knew I had that kind of dream about them… well, I’d never hear the end of it.”

Haley’s eyes light up, and just like that, she takes the bait. Thankfully, it’s embarrassing enough to justify secrecy, which only adds to your credibility. Adding Sam into it was also essential, in order to take some spotlight of Sebastian and add some randomness. 

“Oh my god! That’s hilarious. And kind of hot,” she says with a giggle. “Don’t worry—I won’t say anything. I’ve had plenty of spicy dreams about some of the singles in town.” She winks. “Though, your choice of partners is very… interesting.” She gives you a playful sneer before strutting off.

You exhale, relieved you satified her appetite for gossip. But one thing she said sticks in your mind.

*Sebastian leaving from my farm early in the morning?*

That’s news to you. And deeply unsettling. But you can’t dwell on it now. Shoving the thought aside, you head into Pierre’s, thankful that Abigail isn’t around to bombard you with more questions.

After grabbing your essentials, you make your way toward Leah’s, hoping to avoid any other spectators from Friday night. You were almost in the clear, passing Sam’s house, when you hear the front door open. You try to pick up your pace discretely, hoping that it’s not Sam—and if it is, hopefully he won’t notice you. 

“Y/n! Hey, wait!” 

*Shit.*

His shout to you is far too loud and close for you to pretend you can’t hear him. You hesitate for a split second, then force yourself to turn around.

“Oh, hey Sam! What’s up?” you ask casually, only semi-convincingly.

He looks happy to see you but you can tell he’s being a bit delicate with his words. He hadn’t seen you since you hid in the bathroom of the saloon, so it makes sense for him to be a bit concerned about you. 

*Has he heard something? Did Sebastian tell him about walking—or carrying— me home? They are best friends, after all.*

“I just wanted to check in after… you know, the other night.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I figured Abs would help you out and everything would be fine, but then I saw how worried Sebastian was, which kinda made me worry. Like, I seriously thought you’d walk it off in a bit,” Sam explained trying to convey his sincere concern. “So, I’m sorry that I didn’t stick around to check on you. Abby said you were fine and that her or Leah would take care of you. I just… I feel bad that I bailed.”

Your cheeks blush a bit at Sam’s sincerity and you’re honestly surprised by his words. Sure, he’s kind of a dummy at times, but he really cares about his friends. You give him a soft smile before responding, “don’t worry about it. Really.” It wasn’t that bad… except for the hangover.” You both give a little chuckle at the joke. “I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but there’s no need to feel guilty. Honestly, I’m kinda glad you left when you did cause it would’ve been way more embarrassing if you saw me like that.” Your last remark makes Sam blush the same pink of your own cheeks. 

Out the corner of your eye, you spot Haley standing in the window of her house, intently watching you both with a devilish grin. 

Realizing that your comment may have certain implications, you blurt out, “I have to run. I’m supposed to be meeting with Leah.” You start to turn away, waving goodbye, while trying to distance yourself from prying eyes. 

Sam adds, “Oh, yeah! Me, too- I mean, I also gotta run. But not to meet Leah. Just… work.” The exchange only intensifies the awkwardness as you both share one final goodbye before heading your separate ways.

You try to brush off your embarrassing conversation, reminding yourself you already have one major situationship on your hands. Unsurprisingly, it works. You’re more preoccupied with how you’re going to explain a shirtless Sebastian answering your door, to Leah. 

*One problem at a time.*

You halt in front of Leah’s door, your heart pounding. Just as you shakily raise your fist to knock, the intricately carved door swings open. Before you can react, Leah grabs your raised wrist and drags you inside. 

“Go ahead and sit. Kettle’s on. Do you want some tea? Coffee?” Leah asks hastily. She doesn’t look at you as she fixes her own cup of tea.

“Coffee sounds good,” you gently squeak out, hoping to buy yourself a little more time to collect your thoughts. As if in anticipation of your answer, she pours you a cup from a freshly brewed pot. She sets the drinks, cream, sugar, and spoons onto the coffee table between you two, then plops into her oversized armchair.

She gives you a serious look and demands, “tell me what happened.”

You shift in your seat as you fix up your mug of coffee, trying to look innocent and calm. “I know how it looks and I promise it’s not like that.” You fumble trying to get the words out. Leah, unconvinced, raises a suspicious eyebrow.

“Okay, so… I know you and Abigail think I like Sebastian. And, yeah, I find him attractive, but I’m not interested in a romantic relationship. I like how things are now and want to keep it that way. But after staying at his place, things just got more awkward.” You breathe out, knowing the first part is over. Leah leans back, accepting your explanation so far, yet still waiting for the important part.

“Obviously, I drank too much that night. I didn’t mean to and then Shane egged me on so… yeah, it wasn’t good. Then, as you know, Seb walked me home—actually he more carried me,” you continue avoiding eye contact with Leah.

She leans forward and tells you, “Go on.” Her serious demeanor has now shifted into excited curiosity. You’re slightly relieved that she isn’t upset with you, but now you have to tread carefully and convincingly.

“I thought he would leave once we got to my place, but he stayed and fixed me some water and made sure I made it to bed alright. As you know, I was a gross, vomit-y mess, so I showered before going to bed. I felt bad making him walk all the way home in the cold, covered with my puke, so I told him he could clean off and crash on the couch. I had already fallen asleep by the time he got out of the shower,” you continued your fabricated story.

Again, Leah has an unconvinced expression, which you don’t entirely blame her for. Even you can smell the bullshit you’re spouting. 

“When he answered your door, he acted like more than that had happened between you. He certainly implied you both engaged in ’more than friends’ activities,” Leah pressed. You sharply inhale ready to attempt tying all your lies into a neat bow.

“I know. We did. That night I spent at his place, I had a sex dream about him. That’s why I felt extra nervous and weird around him. In my drunken state, I let that slip to him. We didn’t do anything that night, but the next morning, I wanted to thank him but I… I ended up kissing him… Then we started making out and just… went from there,” you trail off, feeling a little lighter that at least some of the truth is out there. You know Leah won’t tell anyone without your consent, but having it out there still leaves you feeling trepidatious. You meet Leah’s eyes and realize she’s about to burst.

“HOLY SHIT! YOU TWO HOOKED UP!” she squeals excitedly. You motion for her to calm down and lower her voice, but she’s clearly thrilled by the news. “How do you feel about it? Was it good? How big was it? Did you finish? Give me details!”

“What?! I can’t- I’M NOT TELLING YOU THAT!” you shout defensively as your cheeks turn bright red. Leah laughs at your obvious embarrassment and dials back her interrogation.

“Okay, okay. But, seriously, are you sure you don’t want to date him? It seems like you do like him as ‘more than friends’. Seems like he’s interested in dating you.” Her remark echoes through your entire body.

*Does he want to date me? Hasn’t this all just been part of the sexual fantasy you've been dragged into? If he really wanted to date me, then why the hell would he go about it like this?!*

Leah notices the confused look on your face and adds, “I just think you both need to be on the same page about this. Don’t give the guy false hope of a relationship if you don’t plan to be in one.”

*She’s right. You and Sebastian are definitely not on the same page. Every time you think you understand what he’s thinking, you’re quickly proven wrong.*

“I know. You’re right,” you say, releasing a huff. “I just… I need time to figure it out. But, I’ll let him know that, too. To keep us on the page.” 

Leah gives you an assuring smile before she switches the conversation to her and Elliot’s escapades from the last few days. You both chat and laugh together well into the evening when you decide it’s time to return home. 

As you walk the well trod path back to your house, you take careful consideration of what Leah advised. You pull your phone from your pocket and begin typing a text to Sebastian.

Y/n:

2:35 - Hey, I realize I need some time to think about things. Specifically, us. I think little distance might help me figure out how I feel. I’ll let you know when I do.

You read over the message a few more times before you hit “send” and place the phone in your pocket. You feel a weight lifted from your shoulders and the rest of the walk home feels calm and peaceful.

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The next few days feel practically normal as you return to your typical routine with few interruptions. You haven’t put as much thought into your relationship with Sebastian, but you definitely feel much more clear-headed than you did before. You haven’t really seen him much either, which may be a contributing factor. There were a few times you waved to him in passing, but they were brief—so brief that he barely seemed to register your existence.

Maybe that’s for the best though.

The time apart has probably done you both some good.

Maybe he’s gotten his infatuation with you out of his system and realized this was nothing more than horny hookup. You certainly wouldn’t blame him for it, considering you can’t deny your own lustful attraction to him. Either way, you know you still need to address it. You have to figure out how you feel and go from there, but for now, you enjoy the peaceful return to normalcy.

Despite the coolness of the autumn air, you still manage to work up a sweat harvesting the beautiful, plump yams from the field. As you till the soil, prepping for your next batch of crops, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Not long ago, any notification would have sent a nervous bolt of electricity through you, but now, you barely give it a second thought. Removing your gardening glove, you retrieve your phone and see a text from Abby.

Abigail:

9:58 - Idk if you remember this, but we talked about the idea of doing a girls night at some point. So, I was thinking… why not this Friday? I know this cool bar in Zuzu City that would be perfect for us to drink and just hang out. It’ll also get your mind off dumb boy stuff :P 

10:01 - I already asked Emily if she’s interested, and she’s asking Gus for the night off! You can go ahead and invite Leah and anyone else you think would be interested. I think I can convince my dad to let me borrow his truck so I’ll drive :) Let’s meet at my place Friday at 6:00. Can’t wait!

It’s slightly presumptuous, but also kind of endearing that Abby has already committed you to these plans. Honestly, a girls night sounds like exactly what you need, and it certainly seems to have Abigail excited. You smile to yourself at the thought of having a night out with your gal pals and quickly type a reply accepting the invitation. 

As you slide your phone back into your pocket, you can feel the device exploding with Abigail’s ecstatic texts. You let the messages pile up as you finish up the rest of your chores.

*****

With daylight quickly fading, you decide to make the most of the few remaining hours by mining a bit in the quarry. Since it’s a bit a walk, you go ahead and text Leah about the plans for Girls’ Night. She responds fairly quickly, and soon you’re messaging back and forth, giddy over the details—who to invite, what to wear, where to go.

You’re so invested in your conversation that you don’t even notice you’re passing by the large log house with the blue roof. 

His house.

The house you can never look at the same way again.

Just as it slips from your field of vision, you hear your name shouted in that familiar tone—one that makes your heart race and stomach flutter. 

“Y/n!”

You whip your head around, startled, as all the emotions you had distanced yourself from flood back into you. You collect yourself as best you can before taking a few hesitant steps towards the house.

Sebastian sits shirtless at the edge of his creeper, having just rolled out from under his motorcycle. He dries the motor oil off his hands as the setting sun glints off his raven-black hair and sweat-dewed biceps. You can feel your insides churn and heat pool between your thighs as you try to suppress the lustful urges creeping into your mind. 

You can’t muster a response to his siren call of a voice, leaving you to nervously watch as he stands to his feet. He gives you a tilted nod as a silent invite to come closer.

With each breathless step forward, the burning desire in your chest grows along with the dampness in your panties. His steely, blue eyes take in every curve of you, and he bites his bottom lip slightly, trying to keep his own raging desires in check. 

You struggle to keep your eyes off his glistening, near hairless chest—but looking into those yearning eyes only makes your knees weaker. 

The tension breaks when he turns to retrieve something from deeper in the garage. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you collect your nerves, exhaling as you anxiously await his return.

Too taken with his perfectly toned body, you don’t notice what he’s holding until he slips it over your head. It takes you a second to adjust, but you blink through the visor of a motorcycle helmet, locking eyes with Sebastian. He merely stares, soaking in your image before cupping your chin, tilting your head up and side to side.

“Uh, what’s this?” you finally manage to ask.

“A helmet,” he replies, barely hiding his smirk at his own smartass response.

“No shit,” you snarkily quip back. “I mean, what’s this for? What’re you doing?”

He ignores your question, finishing his examination before stepping back.

“A little loose, huh?” he muses, still scanning you.

“I guess it’s kinda big… but why do you need me for this?” 

“Just needed a second opinion,” he responds, no longer suppressing his cocky grin.

Something in you snaps. 

All the frustration—it boils over. You’re sick of the games, the toying and the arrogance. 

You rip the helmet off and shove it into his chest, forcing him to stumble back.

“You’re a prick” you state flatly but sternly. And with that, you turn on your heel and stomp away.

*That’s what he does. He derails me. I know what I’m doing until he comes and throws me off. I’m sick of it.*

Sebastian doesn’t call after you.

He can only watch as you walk away. Caught off guard by your sudden outburst, his chest grows heavy with regret as the reality of what just happened sets in. But by then, it’s too late—you’re already gone. 

*****

A heavy rain rolls over the valley the next day. As you step outside to run errands, something colorful catches your eye.

A bouquet of seasonal flowers rests gingerly on your doormat awaiting your arrival. You can’t help but feel slight agitation at the sight.

*Is this his way of apologizing?! Does he really think flowers will smooth this over? I swear, Sebastian is the KING of being indirect. Why can’t he just TELL me himself instead of playing these stupid head games*

You scoop up the flowers, ready to toss them, but pause. Despite your annoyance, you can’t help but admire their beauty as you stroke the soft petals. Under normal circumstances, a romantic gesture like this would leave you gushing.

But not these. 

You don’t want them in your house. You don’t need that kind of reminder lying around. You’ll dispose of them in town.

*****

Wiping your boots on the mat, you give a soft wave to Pierre as you enter his shop. Abigail is straightening some products on the shelf, though it’s clear she’s bored out of her mind. You decide to greet her before attending to your errands. Besides, chatting with your friends always puts you in a better mood.

“Hey, Abby! You excited for Friday?” you ask, approaching her with a cheerful grin.

Abbigail returns your excited expression, replying, “Definitely! I think you’ll like the place I picked.” 

She pauses, noticing the slightly damp bouquet you’re carrying. “So… what’s with the flowers?”

Panic seizes you as you suddenly remember you’re still carrying the bouquet. You frantically rack your brain for an explanation. 

“Oh! They’re, um… for you!” you blurt out, cheeks turning red as you shove the flowers into Abigail’s hands. It may not be the most inconspicuous explanation but at least it saves you the trouble of disposing of them.

Abigail’s eyes widen and, despite the pale foundation she wears, you can make out the pink rising in her cheeks. She fights to remain cool as she nervously, yet happily, accepts the bouquet.

“Y/n! I… thank you! I didn’t think…” She cuts herself off, searching for the right words, but the butterflies in her stomach make it difficult to concentrate. Unable to meet your gaze, she shyly stares down at the flowers instead. Finally, she musters the courage to add, “These are wonderful. I’m just… I’m going to put these in some water.” 

Before you can respond, Abigail pulls you into a quick embrace before darting away, grinning to herself giddily. 

You don’t give her strange reaction a second thought, chalking it up to being an unexpected gift that caught her off guard. Shrugging, you return to your shopping and finish up with Pierre, relieved that he wasn’t paying attention to your interaction. With your purchases in hand, you head for your next stop.

Outside, the rain hasn’t lightened up at all. Pulling your hood over your head, you briskly walk toward Clint’s shop, keeping your eyes down to avoid getting pelted in the face or slipping on the wet ground. In your haste, you fail to notice someone walking in the opposite direction until… 

You collide roughly.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry,” you exclaim, trying to regain your balance. You certainly didn’t expect anyone else to be out in this weather. 

“It’s all good,” Sam assures you, though he rubs his side where you hit him. “I can’t tell if you’re really strong or I’m just weak.” He chuckles at his own joke half-heartedly.

“Probably both,” you tease, earning another laugh—though this time, you notice a nervousness in his voice. 

He hesitates, shifting his weight as if he has something he wants to say, but can’t quite seem to bring himself to it.

“Everything okay?” you ask, tilting your head in concern.

Sam’s cheeks redden and he lets out an awkward laugh that’s a bit too loud.

“Yeah! Yeah, everything is cool.” He pauses briefly, looking at you with those earnest, puppy-dog eyes before asking, “so… did you get my gift?” 

*Oh fuck.*

Your breath catches as realization dawns on you. You lift your gaze from beneath your hood to the drenched blonde before you. His hoodie clings to his chest, soaked through from the rain, but his smile remains warm and affectionate.

“Y-yes! I did! I just… I didn’t realize they were from you,” you explain, gently, offering a delicate smile. 

Your head spins. You honestly never expected Sam to be interested in you—and you certainly never expected him to make the first move. It feels like all your relationships are changing all at once, and you can’t understand why.

Seeing the frantic, confused expression painted across your face, Sam gently reaches out and takes your hand, drawing you closer. Your heart pounds as he brushes a damp strand of hair from your face, locking eyes. Despite his drenched clothes, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. The soaked garment clings to his body, leaving little to the imagination. You  can’t help but take note of his fairly muscular build. 

*How does a guy who consumes nothing but pizza and Joja cola have such a jacked body? And how did I never notice till now?!*

“I know this may be kind of sudden,” he explains, his voice low, barely audible over the rain, “but I think this feeling has been building in me for a long time. I only recently figured it out. So, I wanted to shoot my shot.” He rubs his thumb against your cheek, giving you goosebumps. “It’s totally fine if you need time to think about it, but I had to put it out there. I just… had to let you know.” 

Sam’s words send vibrations through your entire being. For a moment, you slip into the fantasy—living on the farm with this kind-hearted goofball. How he’d try to make you laugh during the most mundane chores. How you’d challenge each other in some video game battle to see who cooks dinner that night. You’re flooded with a warm, safe feeling. 

But you can’t shake the feeling that… it just isn’t meant to be. 

As your daydream fades and you stare into Sam’s sparkling green eyes, he leans in, pressing a soft, loving kiss against your lips. Though,  you’re taken by surprise, you don’t pull away. Instead, you find yourself leaning in, returning his advances. His body is warm against you, and his scent sweet and familiar. You could swear you feel his cock twitch against your leg. 

For a brief moment, everything feels perfect.

“Please… just think about it,” he longingly pleads, pulling away.

Still stunned, you manage to give him a reassuring nod. He tries to contain the grin spreading across his lips. There’s a renewed bounce in his step as he heads home, and you stand there, watching him fade into the distance, still trying to make sense of it all.

*Sam… likes me? He wants to go out with me?*

You can’t deny that there’s a certain chemistry between you two. He has so many wonderful qualities that you adore. But, you’ve never truly thought of Sam in that way. 

And yet…maybe you kind of like thinking of Sam in that way.

As you finally continue toward your destination, you feel totally different. Everything feels different. It’s almost like you’re floating and you can’t tell if it’s wonderful and terrifying.

*He’s my friend. Isn’t he? We’re just friends. Yet… Sebastian. Sebastian was —or is—my friend, too. I don’t know what Sebastian wants from me, but… I know what Sam wants and that’s to be together. 

Seb…*

You don’t want to mess things up with Sebastian.

You don’t want to mess things up with Sam.

*What the fuck am I supposed to do?! Why can’t we go back to the way things were? Why do my friendships keep turning to shit?!*

By the time you snap out of your daze, night has fallen, and you’re already home. You hardly paid any attention to anything the rest of the day, instead writhing in your own tangled thoughts. 

Sleep doesn’t come easy, either, but eventually your exhaustion wins. 

Chapter Text

Even in your oversized raincoat drenched in rain, Sebastian can’t help but stare at your beauty. For once, he didn’t come to town intending to see you, but, fuck, he just can’t stop himself. While he loves the rain for many reasons, he especially loves how the sound drowns out his footsteps, allowing him to observe you at closer proximity. Even though he had planned to go to the pier, his infatuation with you takes control. His yearning for you drives him crazy, and he thinks about how sexy it would be to fuck you right here in the rain. His hand grazes his cock through his pocket as a bit of blood rushes to it. 

His fantasy is short-lived when he sees Sam heading toward you—and you both collide. Sebastian conceals himself behind Mayor Lewis’s old truck, straining to listen in to your exchange. It’s no use, though. Between the distance and the pounding of the rain, he can barely make out a single word. So, he relies on the next best thing. He watches your body language and your facial expressions with great scrutiny. One thing he adores about you is how you can never hide your true feelings. No matter what, your face and posture give you away every time.

Even though he can’t hear your conversation, anger flickers inside him. He never saw Sam as a potential romantic rival, but the way he stands a little too close and looks at you with such tenderness—it makes his blood boil. 

He clenches his jaw hoping you’ll turn Sam away and everything will be back on track. But you don’t. You’re too confused and conflicted. He notices the kind, gentle look you give to Sam. It almost looks like… love. Sebastian feels a tinge of pain through his anger as realizes he may have overlooked this contingency.

Then it happens. 

Sam pulls you in for a kiss. And you don’t pull away. 

It was too much. Sebastian jerks back, trying not to yell or scream with irate jealousy. He takes a minute to collect himself before turning back, catching your and Sam’s last exchange before departing. For a brief moment, Sebastian thinks about storming up to you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you in such a way that it would erase Sam’s kiss. He imagines you groping him, begging for more. Then he’d show Sam what it truly means to love you. 

Vibrating with rage, Sebastian clenches his jaw, trying to regain control of his emotions. Nothing good will come out of acting on impulse.

He needs to get it together—reevaluate.

While he seethes at the thought of you even considering dating Sam, he searches for the best way to spin this in his favor. Even though every fiber of his being screams in disapproval of you and Sam together, it’ll be a necessary loss. 

A date with Sam could reveal your true feelings—feelings you only have for Sebastian. You’d leave Sam craving the intimacy only he can satisfy. Best of all, this would be a conclusion you come to on your own, making it resonate all the more. You’d never know it was Sebastian’s invisible hand pulling the strings. And neither would Sam. 

“Lose the battle, win the war,” Sebastian mutters to himself. He rinses his face of all expression and begins making his way toward your house. Though this whole ordeal is a considerable setback, he knows exactly what will lift his spirits.

Trudging through the rain, he catches sight of Haley watching him from her bedroom window. Pretending not to notice, he continues toward your place, but just as he turns down the path leading to your farm, something flashes out the corner of his eye. He snaps his head toward the source of the light to see Haley holding up her camera. She continues staring daggers at him as she lowers the camera from her face. 

Sebastian’s blood runs cold as an uneasy feeling washes over him. He flips her the bird, and returns to his path, maintaining his usual disinterested demeanor. However, he can’t shake the suspicious feeling. Why would Haley take a photo of him? She hardly ever spoke to Sebastian or even looked in his general direction, so why? 

It’s just a photo. A photo of him heading to your house. Heading to your house… while you’re not there. 

Alarms start going off in Sebastian’s head and he contemplates turning around. He could pretend he knocked on your door and left, then it’d look like a simple missed house call. But that could be more suspicious.

He decides to continue his mission, making a mental note to deal with Haley later. Even if she did show you the picture, there were plenty of reasonable excuses as to why he walked that way. To be safe, he decides that using the mountain path will be the best way to avoid prying eyes. 

*****

The lights in your house are off except for the porch light you left on in anticipation of your late return. Sebastian rummages through his pocket for the copy he made of your key, but finds that you had left the door unlocked by accident. Sebastian shakes his head with disappointment at your negligence for your own safety. Any creep could just waltz in, after all, and you are far too precious to put at risk. He promptly locks the door behind him and removes his dark, leather boots in order to not scuff your floors; nor leave any tracks.

Kiara, who normally hides from strangers, eagerly greets Sebastian and rubs against the side of his legs, purring loudly. He leans to give her a few gentle pets before pulling out the baggie of cat treats he keeps just for her. Pleased by his offering, Kiara returns to her normal cat activities, ignoring the intruder. Sebastian carries his boots with him as he ventures further into the house.

After placing his shoes in the back of your closet, he takes in his surroundings, breathing in your intoxicating aroma. Everything in this house is a reflection of you. The amount of love and dedication you’ve poured into this house to make it your home is clear. Even though the aesthetic isn’t his taste, you love it—therefore, he loves it.

After making his rounds to check all his surveillance equipment, he makes his way to your bedroom, eager to get some much-needed relief.

Grazing his hand over your bed sheets (the sheets he throughly fucked you on), he takes your pillow inhaling the heavenly scent. Sebastian pulls out his phone, checking your whereabouts.

You’re still at the mines. Perfect.

He then pulls up a saved video from his hidden camera footage. He rifles through your laundry hamper, searching for the exact pair of panties you’re wearing in the video. After retrieving them, he settles comfortably on your bed, leaning against your pillow as he presses ‘play’. 

Sebastian’s cock is already forcefully pressing at the fly of his pants, begging for release. Its pleas are heard and Sebastian swiftly removes their denim cage, letting out a hum of relief as his already stiff boner reaches full erection. He gently removes his boxers, avoiding grazing his formidable cock, so that he doesn’t waste a single satisfying stroke. Precum already leaks out his tip, and the thought of you there to lick it clean, only makes matters worse. Wrapping the pale pink, silk panties around his shaft, he tenderly glides up, wiping the precum away with your already soiled underwear. He brings his phone into view and hits play.

It starts off innocently enough—at least as innocently as a hidden bedroom camera can be—with you laying in bed scrolling on your phone. Sebastian gently massages his cock as he watches in anticipation for what’s to come. About 30s into the video, you begin shifting around before finally tossing your phone to the side and fishing out something from your nightstand drawer. Biting his lower lip, Sebastian begins slowly stroking the full length of his shaft. You hold the vibrator in front of your face, finding the buttons that bring it life. While the toy is fairly large, it certainly isn’t near as large as Sebastian, which boosts his ego a bit. You gently tease your opening with the purple silicone phallus, letting out a moan that sends goosebumps down Sebastian’s spine. His motions have quickened and he tries to maintain control as the video continues. After teasing your hole for a bit, you finally insert the full length of the vibrator into your soaking wet cunt. 

Your airy gasps are too much for Sebastian and he is forced to pause the video to keep him from cumming too fast. He’s a bit surprised by his own speed, but it’s been a while since he had jerked off to a video of you. Usually, he used his imagination and would be in his own bedroom, but being in your house, your bed—the same location as the video—the pleasure swelled too fast. He didn’t want to finish yet. Not when he still had so much more to see. He slows the rubbing of his cock to regain his composure before hitting ‘play’ again.

You pull the toy out of your pussy and your juices glint in the light. Then, you shove it back in—harder—with a moan. Already, Sebastian feels himself at the edge. He can’t believe how sexy you are and is baffled by the power you have over him. As your thrusting increases in tempo, so do Sebastian’s movements. You reach your other hand down to tease your clit, making it even more difficult for Sebastian to maintain control. Your moans have evolved into squeaky little yelps as your climax approaches. However, Sebastian beats you to it. His thick, hot cum shoots out into the panties, soaking into the fibers that had previously soaked you up. A few drops managed to escape the panty prison, leaving a small stain on your sheets. Sebastian grins at the idea of leaving this “present” and doesn’t wipe it off.

After sitting up and cleaning off his cock with your undies, he checks your location again. You’re about 10 minutes away, which, for Sebastian, is plenty of time to clean up, leaving no trace. 

Looking down at the mess he created, a satisfied smile spreads across his lips. Whipping out his phone, he takes photos of his crime scene before tossing your panties back into the hamper. He throws on his boxers and pants, and begins removing any incriminating evidence. Except for the small stain on your comforter—his own little gift to you.

The sound of your boots on the porch makes his heart race—not with fear, but with excitement. Moving swiftly, he slips into your closet, leaving the door slightly ajar for the perfect vantage point. He silently and patiently waits as you enter the room followed by Kiara. 

“No, Kiara. I’m stinky,” you coo in a baby voice to the eager little kitty. “Let me shower, then I’ll feed you.” 

Sebastian loves how fucking adorable you are and how sweetly you talk to your four-legged companion. His adoration only escalates as he watches you peel off your dirty clothes. Despite relieving himself only minutes ago, he can feel his dick twitch and harden at the gorgeous vision before him. His lust and desire was near agonizing, testing his self-control more than ever. He craved to caress your body and have his way with you. He had been so cool and calm with you in the past, but now he was bursting at the seams. He wanted to burst in, pin you against the wall and make you his. Only his.

But that wasn’t the plan. Through gritted teeth, Sebastian held his position, enduring the torture of watching your heavenly body flaunt before him.

Once you finally adjourned to the bathroom, he reaches for the latch of the hidden door leading to your crawl space. He can’t help but grin to himself, pleased by his own foresight to have added this secret entry way. It’s important he’s able to remain close to you—and important you remain oblivious.

Slipping out the back into the night, Sebastian puts his boots back on and starts his trek home. Though today didn’t go according to plan, things might actually work out for the better.

Chapter Text

Running late, you dart out of the house, hastily walking toward the Saloon. You send Leah a quick text to let her know you’re a little behind schedule, but thankfully, it’s only slightly past 5:45 and there’s still some light out. Even though Girls’ Night was tomorrow, you desperately needed to update Leah about your love life and get her help to figure out what to do.

The music and chatter in the saloon is just noisy enough to keep the conversation private between you two as you slip over to the booth where Leah awaits.

“Okay, so what’s this ‘urgent update’ that couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” she teases, sliding a glass of wine across the table to you. 

You take the drink, tossing the whole thing back before blurting out, “Sam kissed me.”

“What?!” Leah gasps, her eyes widening. “Start from the beginning.”

Starting with the bouquet you found on your doorstep, you tell her about mistaking it as a gift from Sebastian, then bumping into Sam, how he professed his love, and finally explaining the conflicting emotions you’re experiencing. Leah absorbs the information, still attentively staring at you. 

There’s a long pause once you finish, and you wait for her response.

She finally breaks the silence. “Okay, I’m Team Sam.”

“I’m not asking you to pick sides!” you snap. Leah lets out a small giggle.

“Yeah, I know. It’s tough, though I guess love triangles always are.” She takes a long sip of her wine. “I actually don’t know what to say. Then again, it’s not my decision to make. But I’ll support you in whatever you want to do.” She places her hand on yours, giving a small, reassuring squeeze.

You loudly exhale before continuing. “I don’t know what I want. I mean… I do know, but I don’t think ‘things going back to normal’ is an option,” you confess, swirling the lingering drops of wine in your glass. 

“You know what? Fuck it!” Leah leans back casually, and continues. “You’re not getting married! Why not just date around? Try out a few options.” 

Even though you want to dismiss her words, they do make a lot of sense. You’ve been so scared of making a mess of your friendships, but they were messy before. The difference is, now you know they’re messy.

“Holy shit… I think you’re right,” you confess, too stunned to meet her gaze.

Leah laughs, “I usually am.”

Now that you’ve gotten that off your chest, the conversation moves on to lighter topics. The banter and laughter ease your tensions, and you head to the bar counter for a refill. 

“Y/n! Hey!” Sam calls just as Gus hands you your wine. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

Caught off guard, you smile at him trying to think of what to say, but he beats you to it. 

“You should come play pool with us,” Sam insists.

“Oh, I was actually…” You turn to look at Leah, but she shoos you away. She wants you to go with him. “I guess I can, but isn’t it a two player game.”

“Well yeah, but we can take turns,” Sam explains, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He whisks you away to the side room where Sebastian waits for his opponent's return. But now, you’re here—and the competition isn’t just billiards.

“Have you ever played?” Sam asks, handing you a pool cue. 

“A little, but nothing serious,” you respond, avoiding eye contact with Sebastian. But you feel his gaze—you know that feeling all too well. 

“Great! Me and Sebastian are about done with this game, so we can play next.”

Sebastian scoffs. “Bringing in someone you might actually beat? You’re that desperate to win?”

Cheeks reddening, Sam retorts, “maybe I want to play against someone with a better attitude.”

“Is Abby not here?” you chime in, trying to defuse the tension. It works—mostly.

“I saw her here earlier,” Sam replies as he lines up his shot. “She was talking to Emily about something, then left after.” 

Sam hits the cue ball. It collides with multiple other balls, but none of them go into the pocket except the eight. 

“Guess it’s our turn.” With a cocky smile, he resets the table.

Sebastian’s grip on his cue tightens, then relaxes. He walks to your side of the table, places the cue ball and takes your hand.

“Here, I’ll show you how to break.” His voice is smooth and seductive, sending goosebumps down your body. He guides you into position using his hips, placing his hands on top of yours, and leans you down, showing you how to line up your sight.

“She said she’s played before.” Ignoring Sam’s snarky remark, Sebastian continues to press his body against yours, directing your movements.

Sebastian whispers his instructions in your ear, just low enough for only you to hear. The sensation of his breath against your neck makes you tingle, causing you to dampen your panties. As he pulls the cue back, his cock presses into the back of your jeans. 

Thwack

The cue ball shoots into the others, creating a clean break. You quickly straighten up, out of Sebastian’s grasp, as you watch the balls roll—somehow managing to pocket two stripes and one solid.

“Nice break, Y/n!” Sam praises you moving in to stand between you and Sebastian. “But it’ll take more than that to beat me.” 

He gives you a teasing grin, successfully boxing Sebastian out. Scoffing, Sebastian turns to sit on the sofa, watching as you and Sam exchange a few more turns. 

You definitely weren’t kidding when you said you were inexperienced. You barely make contact with the cue ball, and when you do, it’s not nearly enough force to knock the other balls around. Not to mention, you’re definitely not abiding by the rules, but Sam lets it slide. It wouldn’t be so bad if Sam played like he was actually trying to win. Instead, he purposely misses shots or pockets your balls. While you appreciate him trying to be considerate of you, it comes across as patronizing.

After a few more moves, Sebastian steps out for a smoke break, and you’re ready to end this agonizingly pathetic game. As you line up your shot, Sam offers some well-intentioned advice. 

“The ball you’re aiming for is a bit close to the eight. You might wanna aim for a different one.” Even though you’ve been laughably bad at this game, Sam remains gentle and encouraging. “Because, if you sink the 8, it’s game over.”

*I know.*

“I think I can get it,” you reply, concealing your true motives.

Inhaling slowly then exhaling sharply, you strike the ball with more force than you have all night, sinking your stripe and, thankfully, the eight. Quickly masking your triumphant smile, you turn to Sam with feigned disappointment. 

“Damn,” Sam mutters, giving a slight frown. “But that was a really nice shot. You’re pretty good at this.”

Your tolerance for Sam’s coddling behavior finally wears out, and you give him an unimpressed look.

“Seriously, Sam?” You arch an eyebrow. “I have eyes, ya know. I fucking sucked. And even with you ‘accidentally’ sinking my balls, I still lost. You don’t have to baby me.”

After the initial shock of your bluntness, Sam let out a sheepish laugh. “I guess I’m a bit transparent.” He gives you a small, apologetic shrug. “I just didn’t want you to feel discouraged or anything. If you did, we might not play together again.”

You step closer and give him a quick peck on the cheek—a small acknowledgment that you understand his good intentions, even if they were unnecessary.

Pulling away, you meet his sincere gaze. “I appreciate you wanting to spare my feelings, but I’d rather you just be honest.”

Sam chuckles. “Okay. Maybe you could use a bit more practice.”

You frown at him.

“Okay, A LOT more practice,” he concedes, grinning. “So… have you given things—us—any more thought?” He shifts his weight, his usual confidence faltering as he gathers the nerve to ask, “Would you go on a date with me? Maybe… this Sunday?”

Your eyes dart away as you blush. You hesitate, considering his proposal. Leah’s advice echoes in your mind and you confidently face him.

“Yes. I’d love that.”

Beaming ear to ear, Sam can’t help but victoriously pump his fist into the air. You laugh at the lovable goofballs’ antics, gesturing for him to calm down.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just… excited,” he confesses.

Tenderly placing your hand on his shoulder, you smile at him. “Me too.” Then, slipping effortlessly back into friend mode, you change the subject. “I think Seb probably wanted the next game.”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckles. “Could you let him know we finished if he wants to play another game? I’ll reset the table.”

You nod and step outside to find him.

It’s far colder now than when you arrived. Slightly shivering, you scan your surroundings until you spot a faint cloud of smoke curling around the corner of the saloon. Following the trail, you find Sebastian leaning against the brick wall, cigarette in hand, lost in thought. 

He looks at you just as you round the bend, then looks away.

“You better be here to tell me you won.” His expression is hard to read, but you approach him nonetheless.

“Of course not. You saw how terrible I was,” you quip. “I came to see if you wanted the next game—with Sam.”

Sebastian exhales slowly, watching the smoke dissipate before snuffing out the cigarette against the bricks.

Then, lazily, he turns toward you—closing the distance. You instinctively back up until your shoulders meet the wall. He doesn’t stop until he’s nearly on top of you, his body pinning you between him and the building. Your heart pounds loudly as you try to hide how flustered you are.

*Fuck. Why is this so fucking sexy?*

His lips curl into a smirk as he leans in just enough for his breath to graze over your skin. His voice drops, smooth and deliberate.

“Sure, I’ll play.”

Attempting to beat a hasty retreat, you blurt, “great, so let’s—“ 

He cuts you off. “But, not with Sam.” 

With barely any space left between you, his presence envelopes you. Though you’re practically at eye-level to his collarbone, you keep your gaze down—but you can feel his eyes locked on you. Heat pools at your core, and you squirm slightly, desperately trying to maintain your composure.

“I…” Your words are airy and barely audible. “I don’t think I’d make a good oppo—“ 

His lips clasp around yours, catching your last few syllables. His tongue forces its way onto your mouth, exploring every inch and claiming you with a fierceness that steals your breath. Your surprise is short lived as instinct takes over. You melt into him, kissing him back eagerly and passionately.

Sebastian’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling your bodies together, as if the distance between you was unbearable. One hand ventures under your shirt, stroking your hip before tracing its way up and under your bra. When his palm cups your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, your knees threaten to give out and you release a small, involuntary moan.

Overcome with the heat of the moment, you fail to notice the approaching footsteps rounding the corner—but this is exactly what Sebastian had been waiting for.

Sam freezes in his tracks, color draining from his face as he processes the scene before him. Sebastian covertly flicks his gaze toward him, just to confirm that his devastating blow has reached his intended target. 

It’s a direct hit.

Sam immediately flees back into the saloon trying to make sense of what he just witnessed. He’s convinced neither you nor Sebastian saw him, but that was only true of you. 

Though Sebastian finds it difficult to separate his lips from yours, he pulls away and hums into your ear, “we should probably head back in.”

Stunned by how easily you let yourself fall prey to his seduction, you agree and reenter the Saloon, just as Sam is about to leave.

“Oh, hey Sam! Are you heading out already?” You’re puzzled to see the blonde booking it to the door with his things in such a hurry. Sebastian stands directly behind you masking his satisfaction at how effective his plans unraveled him.

Sam forces a smile but doesn’t look at Sebastian. “Yeah, I… I forgot I have an early shift tomorrow. So, I’ll catch you later.” 

He swiftly brushes past you, and as he reaches the door, you call after him, “Okay! I’ll see you Sunday.” Sam feigns another smile and waves half-heartedly as he exits. 

His stare remains downcast as he makes his way home. Even after witnessing that gut-wrenching spectacle, your parting words still rang in his ears—but more than the words, it was your eagerness that stuck with him. Though his confidence had wavered, you protected his hope from being completely extinguished. 

As you watch him leave, you can’t help but feel as if something is off. A tinge of guilt lingers in your chest, though you can’t quite place its origin.

“I think maybe I should head out, too.” A slight tinge of guilt lingered in your chest, though you can’t quite understand why. 

“I’ll walk you home,” Sebastian asserts, following after you. 

“I… don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say without breaking your pace. But Sebastian doesn’t stop either.

“Oh yeah?” he teases. “And why’s that?”

You don’t respond, keeping your eyes straight ahead. 

*He knows damn well why! I refuse to bolster his already inflated ego.*

You remain silent, unable to think of a response that would suffice. He lets out a small laugh.

“What? Don’t you trust me?” 

To that, you let out a sarcastic, “HA!”

Suddenly, you’re stopped in your tracks as a muscular pair of arms encase you. You try to keep your wits about you, but you already feel your body heating up in response. 

“You know I’d do anything for you, Princess,” he purrs into your ear, sending an aroused shiver down your spine. “I just want to make sure you get home safe.” 

His hand caresses your inner thigh, your muscles tightening at his touch. Part of you wants to turn him away—not playing into his trap. However, you don’t know if you have the willpower to deny him. 

Still, you can’t shake the feeling Sam was upset. He seemed so excited about your date Sunday, but then… he became so distant and evasive. You couldn’t deny the sense it had something to do with you.

You’re torn. Love, lust, logic, and pride—the boundaries between them have blurred beyond recognition. Earlier, your path seemed so clear, but now, you can’t even see the next step before you. 

His arms tightened around you. “Tell me, Princess. Tell me what you want.” He turns you to face him. His eyes are filled with infatuation and longing, which tugs at your own greedy desires.

“Whatever it is, it’s yours,” Sebastian whispers gently into your ear before nibbling your lobe. 

You fill your lungs with his intoxicating aroma before answering, “walk me home.” Taking you by the hand, he leads you down the dark road leading to your house.

*****

As soon as you open the front door, Sebastian pounces. Guiding you to your bedroom, he removes your clothes while ravishing your body with kisses. Eventually, he lifts you by your hips, placing you on the bed, completely at his mercy. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls while pulling off his shirt. “Tell me, pretty girl, what do you want?”

Before you can respond, Sebastian’s fingers quickly find your clit, preventing any words from escaping your mouth. You manage to exhale a few small gasps, before he inserts his finger into your soaking wet vagina, while still teasing your clit with his thumb.

Just as you’re about to speak, he inserts a second finger, drawing out a sharp, high-pitch moan from you. 

“Come on, baby girl, use your words,” he taunts, voice thick with amusement. He continues fingering you, watching you squirm in his grasp. You can feel his manhood hardening against your leg. Your toes curl as you clench your bedsheets, unable to form a single syllable. His fingers drag along the roof of your cunt sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Aided by the gentle circling of your clit, you quickly approach your climax.

“You’re not gonna cum already, are you?” With a cocky grin, he watches victoriously, as you unravel, orgasming into his hand. “Aww, what a good girl.” 

Panting as you come down from your high, you hear Sebastian remove his pants. His cock is already at full mast with a few beads of precum leaking from his tip. To his surprise, you pull him onto the bed and begin stroking his large phallus. 

Sebastian lets out a low, satisfied moan as you begin licking up and down his entire length. Using the tip of your tongue, you trace the rim of his head, before placing it in your mouth. You slide down his shaft as far as you can, applying as much lubrication as you can, then bring in your hand to help you cover his entirety.

“Is this what my princess wanted?” he breathes, his voice slightly strained. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” 

You continue sucking his dick while he runs his fingers through your hair. He feels so damn good, but you want more. Leaving a trail of kisses and bites along his torso, you make your way up to Sebastian’s lips, moving yourself into position. He gropes your ass as you align your opening with his tip, teasing yourself and him before sliding it in. 

He jolts at the sudden sensation, his catching as he groans, “Fuck!” 

You furiously ride his cock, bucking your hips in time with his. With each thrust you release a moan, overwhelmed but how fucking amazing he feels inside you. You can feel yourself approaching climax again, though you try to hold it off a little while longer.

“I had no idea you were this needy,” he playfully mocks between gasps. “So, is this what you wanted? Tell me, Princess, do you want my cum?” His voice is laced with both control and desperation—you can tell he’s almost at his limit, too.

“Yes, I… I want your cum!” 

Just as you blurt the words out, Sebastian lets out a deep, guttural moan, shooting his load inside you. While you savor the sensation of his throbbing cock and cum spilling inside you, filling you with warmth, Sebastian grabs both your tits, massaging them vigorously. This sends you over the edge. Letting out a satisfied scream, your pussy clenches around his cock, squirting out more of your juices. He watches you with pride as you come undone, riding his cock. He milks every last drop of your orgasm before  you finally collapse down beside him, completely spent.

Though you’re both exhausted, Sebastian grabs a rag to help clean you both up. Your muscles are still shaking making movement feel impossible, but he takes care of everything before turning off the lights and crawling into bed next to you. He places a delicate kiss on your cheek, holding you close as you drift off to sleep.

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You could get used to waking up next to a naked Sebastian. This is the first time you’ve woken up before him after one of your impromptu ‘sleepovers’. He’s still passed out, the sound of his deep, steady breaths fill the room. You find yourself staring at the peaceful twunk, entranced by his beauty. You lay your head against his shoulder and trace your finger along his chiseled chest, stirring him from his slumber.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he mumbles, turning over to press a lazy, loving kiss against your lips. You return his affection before rolling out of bed to start your morning routine. 

In the shower, your head swims with the memories of last night. A seed of worry takes root as you think about Sam’s change in demeanor.

*Should I check on him? Make sure everything is alright?*

Your thoughts spiral as you replay the events leading up to his sudden departure. 

*What if it was something I did? Did he figure out I tanked the game on purpose, just to bring it to an end? I thought I hid it so well. Was I too harsh about his coddling? 

But, he seemed like he handled it well… didn’t he?*

After drying off and dressing, you catch a tantalizing whiff of bacon and follow the scent to the kitchen. Sebastian stands at the stove, totally naked except for your embroidered apron. 

You practically fall over laughing. “Is that supposed to be sexy?!” you choke out between cackles. He pulls you into his embrace as you try to get your laughter under control. 

“Don’t lie,” he teases. “You’re so turned on right now.” 

Lining your neck with kisses, eases you to melt into his arms. Pure bliss flows through your body, and for a fleeting moment, all your stress dissipates, leaving you weightless.

Though neither of you want the moment to end, Sebastian returns to the stove to finish his cooking. He masterfully plates everything and sets it before you with pride.

“Here, I’ll make us some coffee,” you offer.

Before you can get to the coffee maker, he gently pulls you back and ushers you to sit down.

“Tsk tsk,” he mocks. “Let me take care of it, Princess. Just like I take care of you.” His tone is playful but somewhat chastising.

“Oh, stop. Enough with the games,” you huff as you rise to your feet. “Just let me make the coffee. It’s only fair since you made breakfast.”

Again, he stops you.

“It’s fine, really. I want to do it,” he replies, his voice firmer now.

Your patience wears thin. Through gritted teeth, you say, “I can make my own damn coffee. Why are you making such a big deal of this?”

“If it’s not a ‘big deal’, why won’t you just let me do it?” he rebuttals flatly.

“What’s with you?! I’m not some helpless little creature you need to take care of!” Anger flickers inside you.

“Of course you’re not. But why won’t you just let me do this for you?” 

You stare him down but he refuses to budge.

“I don’t need you to do it for me. I don’t need you to fix me breakfast or walk me home. I don’t need you for anything!” Your words are harsh and cutting as they spill from your mouth—words that had been building inside you for a long time.

Sebastian doesn’t waver. Though what you said hurt, he remains unchanged.

“Are you done with your little tantrum now?” 

Before you‘re able to spat back, he adds, “I know you’re capable of all these things, but that doesn’t mean you always have to be the one to do them. You already do so much—so why do you fight me, tooth and nail, when I’m only trying to help you?”

Your rage cools, but still simmers inside. 

“I never asked for your help.” Your words have bite.

“You still don’t get it,” he scolds, shaking his head in disappointment. “You don’t need to ask.” 

Sebastian fixes two cups of coffee and takes his seat, while you stand there frozen, hands balled into fists.

“Eat something. It’ll make you feel better,” he states calmly. “Come on. Before it gets cold.”

Pushed over the edge you storm back to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Sebastian sighs as he continues eating the breakfast he prepared in silence.

After cleaning the kitchen and putting away the leftovers, he approaches your door and gently knocks.

“Are you going to let me in, or are you still being a brat?” 

No response.

He jiggles the handle to confirm it’s locked, then pulls out an altered bobby pin and pops the lock mechanism. 

“Get out!” You shout forcefully, throwing a pillow in his direction. 

You sit on the bed, hugging another pillow to your chest, your face buried in the fabric.

“I can’t exactly leave dressed like this,” he jests, trying to break the tension.

“Take your clothes and go,” you groan, words muffled by the pillow. Sebastian changes quietly before joining you on the bed. You clench the cushion harder, annoyed that he’s ignoring your wishes.

“Okay, you’ve pouted long enough. Let’s—“

“Stop it! Stop telling me what to do—what not to do. Stop telling me what I want—what I need. I don’t need you to do those things for me, but I especially don’t need you telling me my own fucking desires,” you snap. “I’m my own person. Why can’t you just let me do things on my own? Why do you have to always step in? I can figure my own shit out.”

Sebastian opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. 

“No. No more ‘this is for your own good’ bullshit. That’s for me to decide— not you.” You take a deep breath. “You should go now. Leave.” 

He doesn’t move as your words wash over him. Though your rage has dulled, you’re left empty. Sebastian wants to talk things out to try to explain his actions and motives better, but you’re clearly done listening. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so against me loving you the way you deserve.” 

His words cut you like a knife. You remain motionless as he takes his leave, grappling with his parting words.

*Loving… me? What does that look like? What kind of love do I deserve?*

You drop the pillow and you stare off into space, pondering Sebastian’s words.

*Why am I so against him doing things for me? Especially, when he only seems to want to make me happy?*

It comes across as controlling, but… maybe he truly wants what’s best for you.

*What if we’re not on the same page about ‘what’s best for me’?*

That familiar sensation of guilt swirls in your gut, but it’s short-lived when you hear the ping of a text notification. Though a small part of you hoped it was Sebastian, Leah’s name flashes across the screen, asking you to get ready with her for tonight.

You decide that you need this sort of distraction and it really couldn’t come at a better time. You quickly pack your bag with tonight’s outfit, and make your way to Leah’s. The walk helps you clear your head and refocus on the exciting night ahead of you. You really need some fun. 

No drama. No emotional baggage.

Just fun.

*****

Time flies as you and Leah get ready for Girls’ Night. While you spent a good amount of time dressing-up and styling, you spent even more time just chatting and laughing. Leah follows up about the other night at the saloon with Sam, but you keep your answers vague, wanting to focus on happier things. She doesn’t  push the subject too much, understanding that you need a break, but notes to pry a little more later. Soon, it’s time to head to Pierre’s to meet up with the rest of the girls.

You rarely dress up this nice—not that you normally dress bad, just more casual. Your white, wide-neck top hugged your figure (especially over your breasts) but tucked into your blush, high-waisted skirt, it created you a flattering silhouette. After some back and forth, Leah finally convinces you to wear the fishnets. Paired with your black combat boots, the outfit comes together perfectly. The only hitch was the cold weather. You don't have a nice jacket to compliment the ensemble, so you’re forced to settle with your old, tanned farm coat. Still, you felt pretty damn sexy, along with Leah in her olive overall dress and cream crop top.

As you exited Leah’s cottage, you sent a quick text to Sam to solidify your date. You knew he wanted to do it Sunday, but the details were stil pretty up in the air. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you catch up with Leah, linking arms, ready to enjoy yourselves. 

Heading down the dirt road to town, you spot Shane heading in the same direction, and already know he‘s on his way to the Stardrop Saloon. You give him a simple wave, expecting to be ignored.

“Damn, where are you two headed all dressed up like that?” he asks, catching you a little off-guard as he walks a bit behind you two.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you playfully sneered. 

Leah laughs, but shares, “it’s Girl’s Night, obviously. We’d never dress this nice for you guys.” 

“Yeah, sure,” Shane sarcastically agreed. “Lemme guess—cocktail night while sharing all the boring small-town gossip? Sounds like a blast.”

“More like getting drunk and shaking our asses on the dance-floor,” Leah gloated, winking at you. “Maybe we’ll even score a few free drinks from some cute city boys.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Shane prodded, tacking on a wicked grin. “Did you get ‘Daddy’ Sebastian’s permission?”

You stop dead in your tracks, your blood boiling. Whipping around, you’re ready to punch that motherfucker in the face, but Leah grabs your arm before you can lunge.

“I swear to FUCKING YOBA, Shane—!” you snarl through your tightly clenched jaw. 

“Wow! Touched a nerve, huh?” Shane chuckled loudly, amused by how easy it is to rile you up. 

“Fuck off, Shane,” Leah snaps before turning to you. “Ignore that pathetic asshole.” 

Having too much fun, Shane doubles down.

“I’m just concerned for her well-being, is all,” he snidely remarks, feigning innocence. “He won’t be there to babysit you. And, I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself. Again.”

This time, it’s Leah who nearly starts wailing on him, but you stop her.

“Yeah. Almost as embarrassing as being a miserable piece of shit who spends every night alone in a bar, blowing every cent he owns on alcohol, just trying to momentarily forget how much he’s wasted his life away.” Your voice is colder than the autumn air. “That kind of embarrassing?”

Silence falls over the group. For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound is the crunch of boots against dirt. Then, suddenly, Shane laughs. A quiet chuckle at first, but it builds—louder and louder until he’s practically tearing up from laughing so hard.

“Damn, really went for the gut punch, didn’t ya?” he cackles. 

You and Leah exchange surprised glances, only to join in on the laughter, too. You don’t quite understand your dynamic with Shane, but at least it’s entertaining. Still, his comments did strike a nerve—the same one that ignited your that argument with Sebastian. You hate having your autonomy questioned. You hate being treated like a child who needs supervision. And you especially hate how easily you give in to other people’s expectations and demands.

Leah squeezes your arm, pulling you from the emotional spiral you were quickly drowning in. You flash her a reassuring smile as you approach Pierre’s. 

“Have fun,” Shane called over his shoulder as he turned to the saloon. Then, under his breath, he grunts, “not too much, though.”

Outside the shop, Maru and Abigail are already waiting, chatting while they wait for the rest of the girls to arrive.

Abigail definitely went for a sexier look, shooting you a wink in her black mesh top. Maru’s outfit, on the other hand, seemed much more tame—at least till she turned to the side revealing the scandalously high slit on her maxi skirt. 

“I’m surprised your dad let you leave the house like that,” Leah playfully jabbed at Maru, as you approached.

Abigail wrapped her arms around you, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek, while Maru explained how she switched outfits once she got to Abigail’s place. Though you were a little taken aback by Abigail’s overly affectionate greeting, you simply chalk it up as her usual friendliness. 

“I think you both look hot as fuck!” you gush, making both girls beam with pride. “Who else are we waiting on?”

“Emily and Haley,” Abigail replies. “Speak of the devil…”

Emily excitedly bounces toward the group with her sister in tow. She gives everyone a big hug, while Haley stands to the side, arms crossed, pretending she’d rather be anywhere else. 

“Sorry we’re late!” Emily apologizes, then glances around. “Oh, is Penny not joining us?”

“Bars aren’t exactly her scene…” conceded Maru.

“They wouldn’t be my scene either if my family had a history of alcoholism,” Haley mutters. Emily elbows her, shooting an embarrassed look to the group. You’ve always known Haley to speak her mind, so this didn’t faze you too much.

“By the way, Haley, you look great,” you praise. Haley turns away blushing. “Aren’t you cold in spaghetti straps, though?”

“It’s fucking freezing!” she wines, hugging her shoulders. “But I wasn’t about to hide my dress under some baggy coat. None of them really matched what I was going for anyway.”

Abigail rolls her eyes, telling her, “There’s a spare jacket in the truck you can use. Just take it off when we get there so it won’t ‘clash’ with your outfit.” Haley gave a begrudging nod in agreement. “Which reminds me, there aren’t a ton of seats in the truck so some of you will have to cram in the back.”

“Me and Y/n can ride in the back,” Leah offers, but Emily interjects.

“No, no—let Y/n sit in the front with Abby. We’ll be fine in the back.” Despite your polite protests, Emily insists and you take your place on the passenger side while the other girls load themselves into the old truck.

The drive to the city is long, but you all pass the time by singing terrible pop songs at the top of your lungs, while laughing at the awful singing. Abigail places her hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You smile in return, believing your friend to be ecstatically swept up in the moment. Even though the drive is nearly an hour and 15 minutes, it flies by thanks to the goofy antics of your friends.

Tonight is about fun. No drama. No baggage. Just fun.

You’re having fun.

*****

Back at the Stardrop Saloon, the air was tense as Sebastian and Sam played their usual game of pool with their less-than-usual amount of conversation. The clacking of the balls felt louder than normal, as Sam searched for the right words to say to his best friend. Sebastian, on the other hand, was merely going through the motions. He still wanted to maintain a friendship with Sam, but he also needed him to know his place in regards to you. 

“Is Y/n and Abigail coming?” Sebastian asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.

“Uh, no. They were having a Girls’ Night or something in the city.” 

“Oh,” he replied. He forgot you had planned this a little while back, when he combed through your text messages. He hadn’t done any snooping recently, except monitoring any texts you exchanged with Sam. Giving you space was proving to be more difficult than he hoped, but he would try his best—for you.

Sam paused, gathering the courage to ask what was actually on his mind. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.” Even though he had a decent idea of what he wanted to talk about, Sebastian kept a calm, bored demeanor.

“Do you like Y/n?” Sam said firmly.

“Well, yeah,” sighed Sebastian. “She’s our friend.”

Slightly irritated, Sam pressed the subject. “You know what I mean. Do you like her?”

“What makes you ask?”

Tired of Sebastian’s avoidance and not wanting to reveal the intimate scene he witnessed between them, Sam decided to just lay out his own truth.

“I asked Y/n out. I told her how I feel and she agreed to go on a date with me,” he confessed, pausing to search his reaction. “But I need to know… do you like her?”

Sam’s boldness surprised Sebastian. He didn’t expect him to tuck tail and run, but he also didn’t expect him to flat out ask. 

Sebastian’s aura shifts from a passive melancholy to an authoritative sternness. He straightened, his presence suddenly heavier.

“Let me ask you, if I said ‘yes’, what would that change for you?” Sebastian’s words are sharp and to the point.

“W-what do you mean?” Sam fumbled.

Locking eyes with the confused blonde, Sebastian elaborated, “if you really feel that way about her, how would my answer change that? You’re asking because you’re either going to continue to pursue her—something you’d choose to do because you have genuine feelings for her—or because you’re willing to concede her in order to placate our friendship and my emotions—which would show that you’re not all that committed to being with her to begin with. So, which is it? How much are you actually invested in her?”

Staring, mouth agape at the imposing goth, Sam struggles to find the right words to answer him. Before any sound leaves his lips, Sebastian approaches him, ready to further his interrogation.

“Now, let’s set aside what either of us wants for a second, and think, ‘what does Y/n want?’ Ultimately, it’s her choice, after all. So what do you bring to the table? Why should she be with you?”

“W-well, I… I like hanging out with her and I make her laugh. I can play guitar for her and I get a discount at Joja Mart. I also don’t mind eating pussy—and I’m pretty good at it,” Sam rambled off, trying to find his footing in the hostile conversation.

Sebastian let out a deep sigh. “No, Sam.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. “When you care for someone—truly love them—you want what’s best for them. Even if that means you’re not the one they end up with. As friends, we want what’s best for each other, even if we don’t agree on what ‘best’ is. So I’ll rephrase it like this: how are you what’s best for Y/n?”

For a moment Sam looked defeated, unsure of what answer he could give that’d be enough to justify his continued romantic pursuit of you. Sebastian smirks to himself, believing he’s given Sam enough self-doubt to withdraw his advances. He felt a smug smile tug at his lips, reveling in his superior devotion to you.

But something clicked in Sam. He met Sebastian’s gaze with strengthened resolve.

“I don’t know if I’m what’s best for her but I’m still going to give her my all. And like you said, in the end, it’s her decision. So I’ll try to be the best one.” 

Sam’s confidence shines brighter than it did before. Though Sebastian is slightly disappointed that his Sam-problem didn’t end here, he’s not entirely surprised, nor worried. He knows you’ll end up with him. He has no doubt about that.

There is part of him that still values the friendship he has with Sam. In a weird way, he’s glad he didn’t back down. While it’s true he’d love to have Sam out of the way, leaving you all to himself, he’s happy to have someone else recognize your worth. If Sam had backed down once he found out Sebastian wanted you, it would’ve been more of an insult to you and a failure on Sam’s part to see what a rare, valuable gem you are. 

After all, you weren’t some prize to be handed over out of politeness. You were worth so much more. You were a flawless goddess and a naive girl with a heart too big for your own good. You cared deeply, felt things deeper than others and gave your all in every endeavor. However, you also made impulsive, and often reckless, decisions. Sometimes you needed to be protected. Not always from the harshness of the world, but from yourself. 

Sam could never be that person.

But Sebastian was.

So, he asks one final question.

“Are you willing to accept whatever—whoever—she chooses? Even if it's not you?”

With determination in his eyes, Sam answers without hesitation. “Yes.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about.”

Though it was an arduous process, Sam got his answer—Sebastian does like you. But Sam isn’t fully aware of the extent he’s willing to go for you. Sebastian’s dedication and love for you is unmatchable, and he knows it. ‘Being with you’ and ‘being what’s best for you’ are one in the same to him, which is what Sebastian will be—no matter what.

They two exchange a look of silent understanding, knowing that they were now in competition with each other—and to the victor go the spoils.

“So… are we good?” Sam asked, hoping to put the awkwardness behind them.

This question was of little consequence to Sebastian. There was no reality in which you’d choose Sam over him, and now, Sam had entered into an agreement that would protect him from any blame.

“Of course, dude,” he replied, slipping back into his usual laid-back self. He went in for a fist-bump, where Sam met him then pulled him in for a hug. Sebastian groaned in disapproval of the physical contact—you being the only one who got a free pass to do that. Laughing at his friend’s blatant distaste, Sam set up the table for a new game.

“I’m glad that’s over,” he sighed. “I mean, I know it’s not over over, but I’m glad we’re back on track.”

“Yeah. Now you can focus on how you’re going to lose this round,” Sebastian teased.Sam smirked at him, lining up his shot. 

It did feel good to joke with Sam, again. Though he didn’t regret any of his actions, he still didn’t enjoy hurting his friend. But, you… 

You were worth it.

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The bar looked dingy and sketchy on the outside. The faded black paint on the bricks, busted sidewalks and half-lit neon sign gave you an uneasy feeling. You almost wondered if you’re in the right place. You looked to Abigail for confirmation, and were met with an overly excited grin. 

“This is it!” she practically squealed. “I think you all are going to love it.”

As everyone piled out of the truck, stretching their cramped limbs, they shared the same concerned look you had upon seeing the building. But you all trusted Abigail, especially since she said she’d been here before—so it couldn’t be too bad, right?

After flashing your IDs to the bald, burly bouncer, you followed Abigail through a small foyer that opened into a large bar and lounge. The place was fairly dark with blue LED strips that lined the walls, booths and bar counter. There were dim sconces along the walls and small, decorative lanterns at the center of each table. You could see an archway in the back leading to a dance floor with flashing lights and thundering indie rock music. It was definitely bigger and far nicer on the inside than the outside. There were a good amount of people here too, but not so much that it felt suffocating. 

Emily picked a large booth in an alcove to serve as your perch for the night. Everyone set down their bags and coats as they slid in on the cool leather seats.

“I’ll grab the first round of drinks,” you offered. “I just sold a large batch of wine so this one will be my treat.”

“I’ll come with you! It’ll be much easier to remember everyone’s order that way,” Abigail said, swinging her legs out from under the table.

Once you were out of earshot, Emily turned to the group. “Don’t they make the cutest couple?” she beamed. “I was a little surprised Y/n made the first move since Abby was so certain she didn’t return her feelings.”

Leah’s eyes widened in disbelief, certain she must’ve misheard her in the loud bar.

“Wait… what? Abby and Y/n aren’t…” 

“Oh shit! I figured you knew—being Y/n’s best friend…,” Emily trailed off embarrassed. “Just forget I said anything.”

Haley’s smile turned sinister. “No, no. Tell her what you told me. About the bouquet.” Emily shot her sister a tense glare, before sighing in concession. Leah looked to Emily eager to listen to what was surely a misunderstanding. Maru leaned forward, eager to hear the gossip.

“Abigail came to the bar a few days ago to show me the bouquet Y/n gave her. She said that she just came into the shop, found her and gave them to her, clearly nervous,” Emily spilled.

Leah racked her brain for answers, no doubt that there was a reasonable explanation. Haley watched her like a hawk, curious to see her response.

There was no way you’d ask out Abigail and not tell her—your BEST friend. She thought back to the past few days and your developing love triangle with Sebastian and Sam. But where did a bouquet fit into this? The only time you even mentioned a bouquet was when Sam…

Leah froze.

‘The flowers Sam left… you thought they were from Sebastian so you disposed of them. But how did you dispose of them? You didn’t… Y/n, you fucking idiot!’ Leah’s thoughts echoed through her brain. You were still getting used to all the traditions in Pelican Town, which explained why you were too oblivious to comprehend the consequences.

“Emily, Y/n is still fairly new to town, and I don’t think she knows what a bouquet signifies,” Leah delicately informed. All the color drained from Emily’s face as Haley cackled and Maru gasped.

“Are you sure? Then why’d she have a bouquet in the first place?” Emily questioned, lowering her voice. Everyone turned to Leah, on the edge of their seats, waiting for her response.

Leah was in an awkward position. She didn’t want to air your personal drama, but she didn’t want this misunderstanding to blow out of proportion—at least, no more than it already has.

“I can’t go into details—that’s for Y/n to share. However, someone else gave her that bouquet anonymously,” she breathed out. “She thought it was an apology gift from a different friend, which she wasn’t exactly thrilled about. She told me she got rid of the flowers, but I guess her version of ’get rid of’ was passing them off to someone else—in this case, Abby was probably the first person she bumped into.”

The group fell silent, processing the information they just heard.

Emily broke the silence. “We have to tell Abby.”

“No,” Haley interjected. “If you tell her now, you’ll ruin her entire night. Besides, we aren’t the ones she needs to hear it from.”

“But, Y/n doesn’t know either,” Maru piped up.

“Leah will tell her, but again—not tonight,” Haley ordered. Leah opened her mouth to respond but Haley cut her off. “I mean it. No one says a WORD. Abby has been looking forward to this night forever and put all this effort into it. And from the little information Leah did share, it sounds like Y/n needs a night off, too. Am I right?” She glanced at Leah, who nodded in confirmation. “We are to act like everything is completely normal, and if worse comes to worst, we’ll act as buffers. Understood?”

The girls nod in uneasy agreement. Leah’s a bit surprised that Haley is trying to save Girls’ Night from potential drama. At first, she thought it was for Haley’s own selfish reasons, but she genuinely seemed like she wanted to protect both you and Abigail’s feelings. And as much as she hated to admit it, Haley was right.

Over at the counter, you and Abigail waited for the bartender to mix your final drink, which was—of course—Haley’s. She always had to order the most complicated or expensive drink, and she managed both. 

As you and Abigail giggled in each other’s ears, a guy walked up to you followed by two friends. You turn, giving him an expression that read ‘this better be good’.

“Hiya, ladies. Mind if we buy you two beautiful girls a drink?” he asked smoothly, leaning over the counter and attempting his best seductive grin.

You eyed the stranger up and down, while Abigail gave an unamused glare.

“Alright, but just know I have expensive taste,” you flirted. Abigail nudged you, and you whispered to her, “free drinks, bitch!” 

Trying to hold back her laugh, she added, “how about a round of shots?” The men quickly agreed and placed the order. You and Abigail excused yourselves and brought your other drinks back to your friends at the table. 

“Hey, these guys are buying us shots if you want in,” you said to the girls. 

“Hell yeah,” said Leah, trying to push down her guilty conscience. She was about to slide out of the booth when Haley interrupted.

“Don’t go back over there! Don’t you know anything?” she sneered. “Make them come to you. Let them earn their keep.”

“That’s ridiculous, Haley,” Emily chastised—but was quickly proven wrong when the group of guys approached, carrying a tray of tequila shots. 

After setting the tray down, Haley looked them in the eyes and boldly asserted, “okay. You can go now.” The men looked around at the group shocked, but no one met their gaze as Haley shooed them away. Slightly irked, the guys did walk away, and your entire table busted out laughing. 

“Fuck, I didn’t know being a bitch was so rewarding,” Leah teased. 

After downing each shot, Haley whipped out her phone, snapping pictures of the group.

You all continued chatting, drinking, and seeing who could score the most free drinks from other patrons. Everyone was becoming heavily buzzed—except for Leah, who had decided to take on the role of DD. It didn’t take long for the alcohol to entice you onto the dance floor.

Haley continued taking pics and small videos of your antics. You started moving your body to the music, pulling in Abigail to join you in your uncoordinated motions. Maru and Emily followed suit, while Leah watched from the sidelines with Haley. The warmth of your drinks flowed through your body and you let the music take you. It didn’t matter how you looked or if you were on beat—you were just having fun. It was truly freeing.

As the song shifted to something with a quicker tempo, you felt Abigail push against your body, softly grinding her hips to the music. You wrapped your arms around her, giving her a smile as you matched her movements. In your drunken state, you didn’t even notice her go in for a kiss. She pressed her soft, plump lips into yours, while you simply held yours in place. Goosebumps rippled down your arms as you tried to comprehend what was happening. For a moment, it felt like time slowed, even as the room spun wildly around you. She ended the kiss with a wet smack as she drew her lips away and gazed deeply into your eyes.

“Damn, you’re a really good kisser,” you slurred. “How do you not have a boyfriend?”

Abigail threw her head back laughing at your stupid “joke”, continuing your intimate dance. Shortly after, Leah inserted herself between you two, leading you back to the booth, while Maru and Emily danced with Abigail.

“Wait… I like that song,” you mumbled to your bestie. 

“Actually, you hate that song,” she snickered, guiding you to sit.

“Oh, yeah”

Haley had followed you over and joined you at the table. She still had her phone out and was typing away at her screen. 

“Who are you even texting?” you asked, words tumbling out of your mouth.

“Alex, obviously,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “And I’m not texting, I’m using Snapchat. Gotta rub his nose in all the fun we’re having. Oh, and update my story, too.”

“You’re such a clout chaser.” Haley kicked you under the table as you and Leah laughed. “And to think, Sebastian calls me a brat.” 

Haley and Leah exchange glances, knowing that you just revealed a spicy tidbit of your and Sebastian’s relationship. Haley almost took advantage of your inebriated state, but Leah acts as your bodyguard, keeping her from prying further.

Taking a moment to rest, you thought about how much tonight was and how much lighter you felt. Alcohol definitely helped with that last part, but you truly felt the happiest you’ve been in ages—excluding your sexual entanglement with Sebastian. But you weren’t going to think about it. Or him. Or Sam.

Tonight is about fun. No drama. No baggage. Just fun.

*****

The Stardrop Saloon is far emptier than a normal Friday night, but it’s not entirely surprising. It could almost be described as quiet—at least until Alex throws open the door with a loud bang, dragging a nervous-looking Harvey behind him.

“Well boys,” he bellows. “Since the girls are off doing whatever boring thing they have planned, I figured we’d have our own impromptu Guys’ Night.” 

He leans against the counter near Shane as Harvey gingerly lowers himself onto a nearby stool.

“What a splendid idea,” Elliot agrees in his velvety renaissance voice, sauntering over to join them. Shane rolls his eyes, trying to ignore the obnoxious intruders.

“Aye, Sam! Get over here,” Alex shouts. “You too, Nosferatu.” 

Sam smirks at Sebastian and gives him a nod before heading to the bar. Sebastian groans but follows reluctantly.

“Garçon, a round of drinks for these men,” Elliot declares to an unamused Gus, who obliges by pouring each of them his cheapest beer. Sam, Elliot, Shane and Alex knock theirs back without hesitation. Sebastian sips on the piss-flavored swill while Harvey nurses his glass.

“C’mon, Harv! You can do better than that,” Alex says, slapping the awkward doctor on the back. Harvey flinches. “One night of drinking ain’t going to kill ya.”

“Well, actually—,” Harvey begins, but the rest of the guys cut him off chanting, “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” 

Peer pressure wins as Harvey downs the rest of his drink, slightly coughing before slamming the glass on the counter. The boys erupt in cheers (minus Sebastian), patting the good doctor on the back.

“Now, who wants shouts?” Alex yells, earning another round of cheers.

“If you’re buying, I’m game,” Shane grunts, always up for a free drink. 

“Can we get six shots, Gus?” Sam asks politely as ever. He’s careful not to offend the man who lets him loiter here almost nightly and keeps the tap flowing.

“Five,” Sebastian cuts in, uninterested in their idiotic antics. 

“I think I’ve had my fill as well,” Harvey tries, hoping the single beer was enough to appease Alex’s party quota. 

“Not a chance,” Alex rejects with a grin, sliding him one of the freshly poured shots. “You really need to loosen up, doc.” 

Alex swiftly gulps down the shot, shortly followed by the others. Elliot and Harvey are already feeling the effects of the alcohol, and Alex and Sam aren’t too far behind. Lining up another round of shots, the boys quickly become inebriated. Shane, however, hardly notices the small increase in alcohol, his liver far too used to the abuse. Sebastian swirls his glass, disinterested in their drunken shenanigans. 

“Fuck, did you guys see Haley tonight?” Alex slurs. “You could see every damn curve on her—and I mean every curve. ” He makes a lewd, curving gesture exaggerating his chest and hips. Drunken laughter bubbles up around him.

“I dunno if she looked as hot as Leah,” Shane adds with a sly grin. “She’s got those sexy lumberjack vibes.” He baited the jock.

“Leah definitely has a gorgeous body. Not to mention lots of stamina,” Elliot blurts, far too gone to censor himself.

“Guess you would know,” Alex laughed. “Your next novel should be a smutty tell-all. Maybe I’d actually read it.” 

Sebastian bites his tongue, his aggravation growing. This conversation was demeaning, but he kept quiet hoping it’d end soon. 

“Did you guys catch the mermaid show at the last Night Market,” Sam asked, trying to shift away from the women they knew. “I think one of them winked at me.”

Though he wasn’t fond of Sam talking about other women when he already made it clear he was after you—but he understood his intent and subtly appreciated the effort. It’s a nice try. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work.

“Oh, dude, you know who’s really really fucking hot?” Alex drawls, salivating over his own words. “That farmer chick. I bet she’s a fucking freak in the sheets.” 

Shane watches Sebastian closely, catching the twitch in his jaw and the way his grip tightens on his mug. He’s unraveling. Hearing another man say such degrading things about you—Sebastian can hardly contain his rage.

“What do you think, doc?” Alex teases, shifting the spotlight to Harvey. “I bet being the town doctor has its perks. Have you gotten to see her giant melons up close and personal?”

Tap. Tap.

Sebastian’s fingers drum against the counter.

Harvey couldn’t even form the proper words—his face reddening. Sam’s jaw ticks as he forces a tight smile, trying to play off the conversation at silly boy humor.

Thankfully, the tension is cut by a bing.

Alex’s phone lights up. He fishes it out of his pocket, announcing to the group, “oooooo a snap from Haley. This outta be good.” 

He taps the screen. Distorted club music thumps through the phone speaker, drawing everyone’s attention. 

“Oh, shit.” Alex’s sleazy grin spreads as he turns the phone toward the group.

The guys crowd in, watching as short videos and photos flashed across the screen: the girls taking shots, you cozying up to a man with the caption “get them free drinks”, followed by more drinking, more flirting, your lips nearly touching Abigail’s neck, everyone dancing, laughing, flirting, more dancing, you and Abigail grinding against each other, even more drinking, and so on. 

Sam leans forward in disbelief as the others watch, mouths agape.

“Don’t worry, she posted it to her story, too, so if you need a better view…,” Alex trails off, shooting them a wink. Back when Snapchat was first becoming popular in Pelican Town, Haley made sure everyone added her to their friend list.

All the boys whip out their phones, frantically scrolling to find Haley’s Snapchat story. Even Sebastian pulls out his phone, scrolling silently. His breath catches with every image that includes you.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Yoba damn! Would you look at Abigail and Y/n? Fuck… I know what I’m dreaming about tonight,” Alex willingly confessed, biting his lower lip with a horny smirk. 

“Maybe you’ll get lucky,” Shane’s words cut through the tension. The guys turn to him, hanging onto his every word. “Abigail was in here the other day, going on and on to Emily about Y/n giving her a bouquet. She wouldn’t fucking shut up about it.” Sam and Sebastian’s hearts drop to their stomach. 

Shane laps up their horrified expressions with delight before continuing. “So yeah. Maybe you can get a front row seat to view their little girl-on-girl freak session.” He sips his beer, hiding his sinister smile behind the rim.

“I never knew Abigail’s romantic inclinations were… sapphic,” Elliot murmurs, still managing to sound like a drunken scholar.

“What do shiny rocks have to do with it?” Alex asks, cocking his head.

“That’s sapphire . Shane snorts. “Sapphic means she likes pussy.”

Everyone laughs—except Sebastian.

A while back, it was common knowledge that Abigail had a crush on Sebastian, resulting in them dating briefly. However, Sebastian never really fulfilled the whole boyfriend role, still acting as if their relationship was exactly the same as before. He liked her, sure—but he never loved her. Not the way he loves you—not even close.

CRASH.

Sebastian leaps to his feet, his stool clattering to the floor as he storms toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Sam calls out, concerned for his friend.

In a low growl, Sebastian responds, “out.” 

The men sit quietly as they listen to the rumble of Sebastian’s motorcycle starting up then fading into the night. 

Sam stares into the near empty glass of beer, trying to sort his thoughts while Shane takes an imaginary bow at the masterful mess he just conducted.

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Leaning on Abigail’s shoulder, the two of you laugh at each other’s impression of the other residents of Pelican Town while you wait for a refill on your drinks. The bar is still buzzing with activity, though it seems the peak of the night has passed. The warmth from the alcohol still pumps through your body, but you’re certainly not as drunk as you were earlier. 

Emily held Maru’s hair back as she pulled the classic “boot and rally,” returning to the table to wash down the acid taste in her mouth with a rum and coke. You never expected to see this side of her, but you kind of like it. Maru always seems like she’s under pressure—tonight gave her the chance to let loose. You’re also surprised by Emily’s high tolerance. You know she works as a barmaid, but you’re still impressed by how much she drank and how little it affected her. 

Haley definitely didn’t share that quality with her sister. She merely sipped on a few fruity drinks without getting too plastered. It was funny how the alcohol brought out her more sensitive side, and you almost dreaded the idea of her sobering up. Though she had a few beers at the start of the night, Leah kept her wits about her all night, still joining in on the dancing and laughter. She kept a close eye on you and Abigail, quietly wishing she could drown her guilty conscience with more drinks. But she knew you needed this. Abby, too. The consequences could wait.

“Okay, okay. Who am I?” Abigail excitedly trilled, then lowered her voice to that of a grumpy old man. “Sam! That’s public property you’re vandalizing with that dern skateboard! I rethink I’d make a good governor. I hope no one finds out about me and Marnie.”

You throw your head back laughing, wiping away the tears. “Come on, that’s too easy!” you choked out between chuckles. “Mayor Lewis, duh!”

She joins you in the inebriated laughing fit. 

“Alright, my turn.” You clear your throat and lower your voice, giving it a dramatic flair and a slight British accent. “My my, this night has certainly been quite entertaining. It will definitely act as a good muse for my next novel.” Your impression was way over the top, accentuated by your pouted lip and pretentious hand gestures.

Abigail nearly falls off her bar stool cackling so hard. Once she catches her breath, she leans toward you, gently resting her head on your collarbone. She gently takes your hands, stroking the back of them with her thumb. Her breath against your neck makes your hair stand on end, as complex emotions swirl inside you, made even hazier by your intoxicated state. 

For a moment, the rest of the world fades away into a dull roar.

“This is so great,” Abigail whispers against your neck. “You’re great. We’re great.” You can feel the curve of her smile grow, her lips brushing against your skin. 

“Yeah,” you agree, happy to have such a close friend.

Suddenly the doors of the bar slam open, jolting everyone’s attention to the figure in the doorway. He holds a firm grip on the jet-black motorcycle helmet in his hand. His black, torn skinny jeans hug his legs and ass with such perfection, contrasting to the even darker leather jacket that appears almost baggy on his lean, toned torso. Raven hair masks half his features, but his face is unmistakable as he closes in on you. 

*Sebastian.*

Faster than you can blink, he’s upon you, taking your wrist with such force you almost think it might break. You try to pull yourself to senses, words jumbling in your mouth before you can even utter them.

“We’re leaving.” It may be Sebastian’s face, but his voice sounds entirely different. It’s rough. Not quite angry. Not quite aggressive. It’s almost… scared.

You’re pulled to your feet, nearly stumbling from the shock and alcohol, but you don’t make it but a few steps before an opposing force yanks your other arm. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Sebastian? And why the fuck are you taking Y/n?” Abigail's demeanor has completely shifted. The giddy, blissful girl is gone—replaced by a fierce, enraged warrior. 

The whole bar seems to fall silent. The few straggling patrons are split between being onlookers and those trying to ignore the commotion. Leah has already raced over toward you, but not too close, worried your protective guard dog might just bite. Maru hides behind Leah, concerned for her friends and half-brother, but not daring to intervene. She’s never seen this look on her sibling’s face. Sure, she’s seen him angry, pissed—almost every other negative emotion—but it was always surface-level. This was so much deeper, making it all the more terrifying.

“Stay out of this, Abby,” he snarls, stepping between you two. His grip on your wrist remains tight, but it doesn’t hurt.

“Are you fucking serious right now?!” Abigail spats. “You’re the one barging in here, kidnapping my girlfriend, and you expect me to just let it happen? You don’t fucking own her!” You don’t even flinch at the word “girlfriend”—your blissful ignorance is perfectly content in believing she’s referring to you as a friend. 

Sebastian lets out an amused chuckle. 

“Seriously, Abby? I know you’re not that fucking naive.” The sharpness of his words cut her deep, causing her to momentarily waver. But she returns full-force.

“This is seriously pathetic, Sebastian. You can’t stand the fact that I finally moved on and found someone who I love way more than I ever loved you. And she actually returns my feelings,” Abigail growls. “Why do you even care? Why can’t you just let me be happy?!”

Sebastian is still for a moment. “Fuck, Abby. I really thought you were smarter than this, but you’re as self-absorbed as ever,” he condescends, still just as intense. “You really think this has anything to do with you? That I’m so intent on fucking up your life that I drove all the way out here just to rain on your little ‘Girls Night’? Open your fucking eyes. This never had anything to do with you. It never has.”

Shattered. Tears stream down Abigail’s beet red cheeks as she trembles where she stands. You instinctively move to comfort her, but are halted by the firm, steely grip on your wrist. Abigail lowers her head as you silently beg her to meet your gaze. 

“Why?” You finally muster the words. There’s no malice in voice—only pain. You turn to Sebastian. “Why are you doing this? What do you fucking want from me?” you shakily plead, the rage building inside you. 

“To leave. With me,” he says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t look at you—his eyes concealed by his shaggy black hair. 

“You can’t possibly think I’d—”

You're cut short by his sudden, piercing eyes meeting yours. He looks at you with such desperation, need, fear—love. But there’s something else there too, and it takes you a minute to place it.

*Pain.*

In an instant, it all clicks. 

You turn to look at Abigail, who watches you with bated breath. As much as it breaks your heart to do this, you give her an apologetic look, already asking for her forgiveness for what you’re about to do. 

“I promise we’ll talk tomorrow,” you whisper to her, before surrendering yourself to Sebastian.

And with that, Abigail falls apart.

Leah trots up to you, hands you your thing then whispers, “text me later, okay?” She briefly looks at Sebastian, her expression serious yet there’s a silent understanding. You’ve made your decision and Leah stands firmly behind it—behind you.

She, Maru and Emily swarm to comfort Abigail, as she chokes down her cries. Her chest heaves and she falls to her knees, fighting with the devastation of your choice. Confusion, anger, pain, betrayal—they all mix inside her. The new wounds blend with the old, and she loses herself, forced to watch as Sebastian leads you out the door—and possibly… out of her life.

You and Sebastian stand out in the cold, damp parking lot next to his motorcycle. Regret already sinks its claws into you, and Abigail’s heartbroken face burns into your brain. A few tears roll down your cheeks as you shiver in the cold wind.

Barely a second passes before you feel a warm, heavy fabric drape around you. You glance up at Sebastian as he slips your arms through the sleeves of his leather jacket and pulls it tight around you. He cups your face in his hands, wiping the tears from your face, but his expression is strained. There’s still pain behind his eyes, though a sense of relief has eased some of it. His touch is warm and tender, but also careful, as if you were made of glass.

Sebastian opens his saddle-bag and pulls out a rosey, pink helmet, slipping it over your head. Seeing him hold anything that isn’t dark-colored is almost jarring. He tightens the strap under your chin and tilts your head side to side, doing one final check. You don’t resist his touch or guiding actions, exerting all your strength just to keep your knees from buckling under the weight in your chest. You’re like a doll—bendable, malleable, and hollow inside. 

He sweeps you up, placing you on the back of his motorcycle before mounting it himself. He pulls your arms around his waist and leans over his shoulder.

“Do. Not. Let. Go,” he commands, his voice firm, shaking awake something inside you. You tighten your grip and lean into him, struck with fear of what he might do if you disobeyed. He slips his own helmet back on, muttering under his breath, “Good girl.”

Your cheeks flush but you barely have time to notice before Sebastian starts the bike, giving it a few revs before taking off.

The wind whips the ends of your hair that hang outside of the helmet’s protection. Your heart pounds in your chest—part in terror, part in exhilaration. This is your first time on a motorcycle. You always thought this would be much scarier, but as you tighten your grip around Sebastian’s waist, a strange sense of safety soothes away all those fears. 

Even though Sebastian had sped all the way to Zuzu City, breaking the speed limit by more than 40 mph at times, he’s much more cautious on the ride back. After all, he has precious cargo now.

He occasionally slips a hand away from the handlebars, grazing it across your own fingers to make sure you were still securely latched on. For every turn and curve, he gently guides you to lean with him. The pounding of your heart against his back serves as a reminder to take it slow. This wasn’t how he planned your first ride together, and he despised the fact that this special moment was ruined by something as trivial as ‘Girls’ Night’.

Conflicting emotions tangled inside him. It seemed like every time he tried to unknot one, he’d find more. Why did you act like this? He hated those pictures of you pressed up against some strange man, giving him bedroom eyes just so didn’t have to spend a few gold on a drink. Sebastian would’ve happily bought you drinks. He hated how Abigail felt so entitled to you and your affection. How she egged you on. How she took advantage of your drunken state. And he really hated how close she got—hands around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder, and those shared intimate glances. Why didn’t you turn her away? Why do you let others have their way with you?

His jaw clenched as he reflected on his own actions. Why was he so upset in the first place? The way the other guys at the saloon talked about you made him sick. He wanted to say something, but that would put a spotlight on him—they’d question why he cared so much. He wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone the way he felt about you. So, why did he care that you flirted with strangers? Those men meant nothing to you. They were just pawns, tools to help you get what you wanted and nothing more. It was transactional. So, why did it bother him so much? 

Why did you give Abigail a bouquet? Could you really have been that oblivious?! Why did you let it go on? The way she was all over you, and you allowed it—hell, you practically welcomed it. But maybe… maybe you really were that naive. Maybe you genuinely didn’t understand what you’d done. And if that was the case, why did it still make his blood boil? 

What made him feel so strongly about you?

* What makes him feel so strongly about me?

Why did you go with him? I was having so much fun with my friends and he just suddenly shows up? How did he even know where we were—what we were doing? Why was he so upset with Abby? We were just talking and dancing and drinking… So what was the issue?

Why did Abigail say she ‘loved me more than she ever loved Sebastian’? They’ve been friends forever and I’m still the ‘new girl’ to most everyone in town. Her words. Her phrasing. How she said I loved her back…

I think I may have fucked up

I misread some things and now I have to deal with the consequences. That’s only fair, though. I’ve been a fucking idiot.

But still…

Why did I go with Sebastian?

He’s been a thorn in my side for what seems like months now. It’s more complicated than that, but it feels like he’s the root of all my problems. Or maybe I am? So why did I leave?

…His eyes…

He looked so pained… desperate… like if I had said ‘no’, he would’ve died there on the spot. I don’t understand why he needed me to come with him so badly.

But… that’s exactly why I went.

Because he needed me.*

Rounding the corner on the dirt road that leads to your home, your body stiffens, unsure of what will happen when you finally arrive. Even at a cautious pace, the bike still kicks up a sizable cloud of dirt behind it. Once he comes to a stop—only a few feet from your door—he sets the brake and cuts the engine.

An unspoken message that he isn’t ready to leave.

Sebastian dismounts, turning to offer his hand to you, but you slide off the bike without so much as looking at him. You immediately head inside but he’s right on your tail, crossing the threshold of your home—your sanctum—without invitation. 

“There are better ways to get my attention, y’know.” His taunting words have an edge to them. He’s trying to mask his criticism with humor.

“Me? You’re the one who stormed in and made a scene. How did you even know where we were? Are you like a full-blown stalker now or some shit?” You’re quickly losing your composure as you replay tonight’s events in your head. 

“Pfft—no. Haley’s finally good for something,” he dismisses with a smirk. You stare at him slowly piecing it together, then the realization slaps you across the face.

“‘Atta girl,” he says with a smug grin. “Dangers of social media—am I right?” His casualness sends a chill down your spine, bringing forward a familiar sense of fear—the same fear he elicited when he orchestrated you night over at his house.

Sebastian takes a step forward and you fall back a step.

“You have to see how fucked up that all is, right?” you plead, hoping to appeal to his rational side. “You’re fucking with people’s lives— my life. And what for? Control? Power? You’re being so damn manipulative and what you did to Abby was just plain cruel.” Frustrated tears start forming at the corners of your eyes.

“This has nothing to do with her. I couldn’t give two-shits about Abby after what she just fucking pulled,” he snaps, rage growing. “She’s the one manipulating you . She—“

“Abby’s my FRIEND,” you interrupt.

“She’s taking advantage of you, and you’re too fucking naive to see it!” 

There’s a brief pause as the rage in you builds.

“Y/n… you have to understand. You act on impulse, trying to prove a point to everyone—to me. That you’re what? Independent? Capable? A big girl? You’re so damn reckless. You act out. Just like a bratty, little—“ Sebastian holds his tongue, knowing whatever he says next he won’t be able to take back.

“Go on. Say it,” you demand, voice void of any emotion.

Sebastian turns his head, lips sealed.

“Say. It.” 

“Like a child , Y/n. And I’m the one who has clean the mess— your mess—every fucking time.”

The entire house falls silent as the tears start streaming down your cheeks. You keep your head down, trying to suppress the tears to no avail. Sebastian takes a hesitant step toward you but you shift away.

“So… if that’s how you really feel…why? Why do you keep doing it? Why do you stick around? Why don’t you just leave me alone?!” you cry, unable to hold it back anymore. 

“I don’t understand you, Sebastian. Why? Just tell me why?” you choke out between tears, begging him to make it make sense.

Sebastian closes the gap between you. You raise your hands to push him away, but he intercepts—grabbing your wrists before you make contact. Your arms go limp as you sink deeper into your breakdown, desperately trying to understand him. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. At first, you try to pull away, but as more tears flood your eyes, you bury your face in the comfort embrace of his chest.

His lips graze your ear as he faintly whispers, “because I don’t know what else to do.”

The heaving in your chest stops, along with the river that flows down your face. You slowly tilt your gaze up, making connection with his, as you search his expression for meaning. Tenderness and sincerity are all you find. 

You open your mouth to say something, but his lips crash into yours—desperate, needy, passionate. You’re not resisting anymore. You press into him, craving more as if you’re starved of his touch. Your arms wrap around his neck and he grabs your thighs, lifting you off the ground and pinning your back against the wall. His lips turn their attention to your neck as they devour your sensitive flesh making your breath grow heavier. You hold onto his pelvis with your legs, pulling him deeper into you, feeling his erection knocking at your entrance. More. You want more. You need more.

He hikes your skirt up, caressing your hip with one hand and placing the other in the small of your back, digging his fingertips into your skin. His urges are animalistic and primal, laying claim to your body, yearning more. You bite your lip to drown the escaping moan while he explores your body like a treasure map, taking in every curve and crevice.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. He lifts you off the wall and carries you to the bedroom, all while he continues to vigorously kiss and grope you. He kicks your door open and throws you on the mattress. 

“Top. Off. Now,” he commands between labored breaths. You obey, yanking off the jacket and your shirt and bra. “Leave the jacket.” Obediently, you slip Sebastian’s leather jacket back over your exposed torso as he takes in your image.

“Fuck.” It’s the only word he manages to exhale before pouncing on top of you. He places a trail of sloppy, wet kisses up your stomach before he teases your breasts, sucking at your tits like they hold the secret to eternal life. He twirls your nipple between his teeth, sending sparks through your entire body. You claw feverishly at his tee shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours. He grabs your wrists, pins them above your head, and whispers with a smirk ,  

“Patience.”

He returns his focus to your bountiful tits, tracing circles with his tongue over your nipple before ravishing them further. You can’t contain your pleasured squeal as he takes his sweet time playing with your overly-sensitive boobs.

“Good girl,” he hums, finally releasing your wrists to peel off his shirt. You leap to the edge of the bed, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and fiddling with his belt with urgency, ready for your reward.

“Such an impatient little brat,” he murmurs with a grin, grabbing your wrists again and pinning you back against the bed. “You want me that bad?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you give him a desperate nod. 

“Such a needy girl.” His smile turns devilish. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you.”

He slowly slides his hand up your thigh, over your fishnets, finding the hem of your panties. You can feel your pussy dampening at his touch. In one quick motion, he rips your panties completely off, holding them up like his own personal trophy. 

“S-Seb!” you yelp, shocked. 

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he says before diving face-first between your legs.

The scream that escaped your lungs came out as nothing but air, as Sebastian separated your lower lips with his tongue, quickly finding your clit. He traced gentle circles around it, making your eyes roll back and toes curl. You were almost worried he’d make too quick work of you, but he eased at just the right intervals to drive you crazy. 

“F-fuck me,” you wheeze out. “Please, Sebby. I… I need you.” If Sebastian wasn’t already absolutely feral, your begging would have awoken a beast deep inside him. He finally pulls his face from your dripping wet cunt, bringing it up to meet you, eye to eye. 

“As you wish,” he whispers, then bites your earlobe. You let out a mousey squeak, thrilled by his tantalizing touch.

He lines the head of his throbbing cock with your opening, rubbing it up and down your slit to draw out your needy little pleas.

“Please, Sebby? I need you… I need you inside me. Please,” you beg, throwing all your pride out the window.

A few drops of precum emerge from his tip, before he slowly, yet forcefully, inserts his massive, heavenly dick. Sebastian lets out a pleasured hiss as he sinks deeper into your plush, pink sanctum. The pain and pleasure of having to stretch around his large cock forces a stream of passionate moans from your lips.  

He eventually fills you with his entire length, throwing his head back groaning in divine pleasure. Never have two pieces of completely different puzzles fit together so perfectly. Every heated love-making session with Sebastian has been other worldly, but this was another level—something you didn’t think was even possible. 

You wrap your legs around him like a viper, digging your heels into his sweat-dewed flesh. He can’t help but grunt happily at the sensation. Then he really starts. He starts thrusting his hips at a steady pace, his breaths timed with each pump of his hips. The sheer ecstasy of it all nearly makes you blackout, your body going limp as you melt in his embrace.

Eventually, all your pleasure swells and you try moving your lips to warn him of your approaching climax, but air comes out. The sensation coils inside you, tighter and tighter until… sweet, sweet release. You contract around his engorged cock, involuntarily crying out his name.

“S-Sebastian…” 

The sweet surrender of your orgasm mixed with your siren call sends him over the edge. He roars as he shoots his hot, creamy load into your velvet cave. His entire body trembles with his final thrusts, before his energy gives out and he lays next to you. Even though you’re both fighting to catch your breath, he still summons the strength to cup your cheek and bring you in for another passionate, sloppy kiss. 

Exhaustion swallows you as you drift off into a much needed sleep. After a few minutes, in your barely conscious state, Sebastian lifts you up, placing you back into the bed in the correct direction and pulling the covers over you. He slides in next to you, tracing his finger in lazy circles up and down your body. He pulls you close, lining soft, delicate kisses on your shoulder and neck. His warmth and comfort lull you into a deep rest—unsure of the future but content in the present.