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After His Show

After seeing the band play a gig in the city, you ride back to town on Seb’s motorcycle. But, you get a little distracted along the way…

Sebastian xF!Reader, Sebastian xAFAB!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tw: nsfw, mdni, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cigarettes, pet names, semi-public sex, oral male receiving

AN: This fic can be read as a follow up to Under His Desk or as a stand alone. I have been on the motorcycle thirst trap side of the internet lately and I thought that perfectly aligned with a fic idea. I have never ridden a motorcycle so if my descriptions are inaccurate, I’m sorry :)

Wc: 4400

It was another fall day and you had just finished a harvest which meant one thing - it was time to pop into Pierre’s for some more seeds. You head down the road that leads into town trying to decide if you want to focus on artichokes or if you have enough time left in the season to plant some fairy roses. You’re so lost doing the mental calculations that you would’ve run into Sam if he hadn’t grabbed you by the arms.

“Look where you’re going, farmer! You could’ve made a dent in me,” he jokes, squeezing your biceps. “No, but for real you’re strong right?”

“Uh yeah, I guess I am?” you shrug.

“Well, we could use an extra roadie for the Goblin Destroyer show tomorrow night if you’re free,” he says. “I know Seb would be really happy if you were there.” Sam winks at you.

You flush, forgetting that Sam knows you and Seb have been fooling around since he almost walked in on the two of you. If you’d only grabbed your bra before hiding under Seb’s desk this embarrassment could’ve been avoided.

“Yeah, sure I don’t have any plans for tomorrow,” you say. “It would be cool to see y’all at a real gig and not just rehearsals.”

“Sweet! Okay, we’re meeting at the bus stop at 4, see you there,” Sam calls as he heads for home.

The next day you finish your chores around the farm as quickly as you can. You may be a roadie tonight, but you’re a groupie at heart and you want to look the part. When you’re satisfied that you look somewhere between halfway decent and slightly hot, you head for the bus stop.

As you approach, you see Seb leaving. You try to catch his eye but it’s clear his head is elsewhere. When you get to the bus stop, Abigail whistles at you.

“Damn girl, you clean up nice,” she exclaims. You hadn’t really had a chance to dress up for a night out since you moved to Pelican Town a few months ago.

“Thanks,” you laugh. “You look great too, very punk rock.”

“Dude I wear this outfit literally all the time, but thanks,” she laughs.

You help load the rest of the equipment, looking around every now and then hoping to see Seb. By the time all of the gear is loaded, Sebastian still hasn’t appeared. You see Sam lingering by the doors to the bus.

“Hey Sam, is Seb… I mean I saw him heading to town when I got here and we’re about to leave,” you trail off.

“Oh yeah, he had to help his mom with something, he said he’ll meet us there,” Sam replies.

Disappointed, you board the bus behind Sam.

The ride to the venue goes by faster than you expected, and you spend the whole time laughing and joking with Sam and Abigail. Upon arrival you jump into your role as a roadie, unloading gear off the bus with the same focus you use to plant or harvest crops. When everything is set up, you head outside for a smoke break. You’ve always smoked off and on, but since hanging around Seb the habit has admittedly gotten a bit worse.

Searching your pockets for a lighter, you come up empty. You wish Seb was there, he always has one on him. As if in answer to your prayers you hear a motorcycle nearing. Looking up, you see Seb riding towards you. You had to focus to keep your mouth from falling open. Sure you’d seen him working on the bike and that was objectively hot, but seeing him ride up on it was another thing entirely. You weren’t sure if it was the confidence he rode with, but even with his face obscured by the helmet he looked sexy.

Seb pulled the bike up right next to you. He was surprised he parked straight because he had been looking only at you since he entered the lot. Seb knew you were going to be there tonight, but damn he didn’t know you were going to look this good all dressed up in black. He knows that it’s the traditional color crew wears, but he hopes you considered his reaction as you picked out your outfit - the thought makes him blush. Those tight black jeans seem to hug every curve and your top is cut just low enough to get his heart racing.

Sebastian pulls off his helmet and runs a hand through his dark hair.

“Need a light?” he asks, nodding toward the unlit cig in between your fingers.

“Yeah, your timing is perfect,” you say, as Seb dismounts the motorcycle and pulls a lighter from his pocket.

You lean forward, breathing in as he lights the tip of your cigarette.

“Sounds like you were missing me,” he teases, plucking the cig from your fingers to take a drag.

“Missing you or just your lighter, who’s to say,” you retort.

Seb offers the cig back to you, instead of taking it, you lean forward making eye contact as you take a drag while it’s still between his fingers, lips brushing his digits. Seb’s cock twitches at your brazen flirtation and he huffs out a laugh. Damn, you really know how to get him going.

Seb grabs your hand and pulls it up to his mouth. He kisses the inside of your wrist, causing you to draw in a ragged breath.

“Well I missed you, y/n…” he whispers against your wrist.

You can’t think beyond his admission and his breath dancing across your sensitive skin. It makes your heart race and you’re certain he can feel your pulse quicken under his soft touch.

“Are you sure you haven’t missed me too?” he teases, pulling your body flush with his. Seb’s other hand captures your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his - the cherry of your cig reflected in his blown-out pupils.

“You can tell me, baby,” he coos. “I know how to keep a secret.”

The back door to the venue opens with a bang.

“Yo Seb, you out here?” Sam’s voice calls. “It’s time for the final soundcheck!”

“Yeah man, I’ll be there in a minute,” Seb shouts back, not taking his eyes from yours.

Without warning, he pushes you back against the wall of the building, lips locking with yours, cigarette dropped forgotten on the pavement.

His hand travels to your waistband, fingers skillfully popping the button of your jeans.

“Seb what are you doing??” you hiss. “Someone will see us!”

“Not if I’m quick,” he promises with a wink.

Undoing your zipper, his long fingers find their way to your underwear. A moan escapes your lips as he brushes over the wet cloth barely covering your pussy. Seb is quick to capture the sound with his mouth.

When you quiet he whispers in your ear, “Can’t believe how wet you are for me already sweetheart.”

Gently he runs a finger through your folds under the fabric. You gasp, struggling to remain silent. Seb plunges the finger deep into your hole, covering your mouth with his other hand to keep you from crying out.

He pumps his finger into you a few times, just enough to make you ready to beg for more when he removes his digit from you, bringing it to his lips. Watching Seb suck your juice from his finger causes your walls to clench around nothing - you can’t get over how hot and bothered this man makes you.

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanted a taste. Let’s call it a good luck charm,” Seb chuckles. “C’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are.”

As Sebastian heads onstage for sound check you grab a drink from the bar and join the waiting crowd. You’re not in the first row but you don’t mind. Positioning yourself in front of the keyboard, you look around, shocked by the number of unfamiliar faces at the show. The second the lights go down and the band takes the stage, there’s a palpable shift in the energy. Sure you’d been to rehearsals and a couple of local shows, but seeing the guys and Abby on a stage in the city, they look like they belong up there.

Seb had played it cool in front of you, but as he walks onto the stage he can feel his hands begin to shake. Shit, this is the biggest crowd they’ve ever had. He can NOT fuck it up now. Positioning himself behind his keyboards, Seb blinks through the spotlights to the sea of faces. Well maybe not a sea, but it’s a decent-sized lake. As soon as his eyes adjust, he sees you. He’d recognize your smile and bright eyes anywhere. He’s always nervous for shows, but locking eyes with you, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You mouth “you got this” and blow him a kiss. God you’re so cute, he thinks, shaking his head to himself as his heart swells.

Abby starts the count-off with her drumsticks and muscle memory kicks in. Seb loses himself in the music as he always does. Forgetting he’s on a stage in front of a crowd of strangers, his fingers know just where to go. As the first set ends Seb slowly comes out of his daze, guided by Sam’s voice distantly addressing the crowd.

“We are Goblin Destroyers, thanks for coming out tonight!” Sam shouts as the crowd cheers. He introduces the band, and as you hear him say “...and on the keys we have Sebastian!” a huge cheer erupts from the audience. It’s a little too big of a cheer for your liking, and you can see Seb trying to hide his flushed face behind his dark fringe. You feel a sudden surge of jealousy and mentally kick yourself for not having marked Seb’s neck with your lips and teeth before the show. You’ll have to remember that next time.

The music starts back up and you surrender yourself to the sound. The bass thrums in your chest and your eyes are glued to Sebastian. You love watching him play. It’s as if all his worries melt away leaving just Seb and the music. It’s so hot to see him this way, totally raw - the mask he usually keeps up between himself and the world is replaced by a look of utter calm.

The only other time you’ve seen him like that is when he’s inside of you. Watching his fingers expertly fly across the keys sends a shiver down your spine as you remember where they were just an hour before. You try to keep your lust at bay and enjoy the show, but the only music you want to hear now are the sweet groans from Seb’s lips as he fucks you.

After a few more songs, the show is over and people begin filtering out of the venue. You head backstage to help pack up when a hand grabs your arm and pulls you into a dark corner. Just as you open your mouth to shout, Seb slots his lips between yours for a devastating kiss, full of tongue and teeth and the adrenaline high he still has from the gig. You pull back for breath and punch him in the arm.

“Ow, what was that for?” he asks rubbing where you struck him.

“For making me think I was getting kidnapped,” you laugh, putting your hands around his neck. Leaning up, you whisper into his ear, “You looked really hot up there,” and you take his lobe between your teeth. Seb lets out a soft groan and cups your ass in his hands.

“Ahem,” Abigail clears her throat.

The two of you freeze, debating whether it’s too late to pretend you were doing something, anything more innocent than what she’s seen.

“Oh my god, chill out you two,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I know you’re fucking, Sam called me as soon as he left your little sex pad.”

You burst out laughing and Seb says, “Ew, Abs don’t call my room a ‘sex pad’.”

“Whatever, will y’all just help pack up the gear?”

You turn to leave, but Seb pulls you in for another quick kiss.

“If everyone knows, I might as well show you off,” he says with a wink before walking away.

Packing up is quick work and before you know it everyone is piling into the bus.

“You want the same spot?” Abigail asks.

“Oh um actually Seb said he’d give me a ride back….” you say.

“Ah, I get it. You two drive safe and use protection,” She says, closing the last door on the equipment storage.

You flush and stammer, “wha- we won’t uh-”

“Oh my god wear a helmet, dumbass,” Abigail laughs, punching you lightly in the arm as she heads for the bus.

You make a final sweep of the venue to make sure nothing is left behind. Emerging into the parking lot you see Sebastian, leaning against his bike. The lone streetlight above like another spotlight, and he’s putting on a show just for you. Seb’s lips curve into a soft smile as takes a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls up around him, obscuring all of his features except his gleaming eyes that track you as you approach. All his.

Finally alone, the desire that has built up over the course of the night threatens to overtake you right here in the parking lot. You reach for him as Seb puts an arm around your waist pulling you close. He leans down, kissing up your neck to your ear.

“Did you get all dressed up in black just for me?” he whispers, nipping at the sensitive shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath.

“All for you Sebby,” you sigh.

His cock hardens from both the nickname and your admission. He pulls your body flush with his. You gasp as you feel his hard length pressing against you.

“Let's get you home sweetheart, there’s so much I want to do to you,” Sebastian growls into your ear.

Taking one last drag from his cig, he drops it to the pavement putting it out with a twist of his foot. Seb reaches behind his back and produces two helmets. He hands you the smaller one.

“I thought you only had the one helmet,” you tease.

“Gotta keep my girl safe,” he says with a wink.

The two of you put on the helmets, and you watch as Seb straddles the bike. Ugh, he looks so hot, something about the helmet covering his features, only his neck exposed, really gets you turned on. He starts the bike and revs the engine. Seb reaches out a hand to you and you take it, straddling the bike behind him, you wrap your arms around his stomach. He reaches back, running his hand down your thigh, giving you a quick squeeze. And then you’re off.

God, you feel so good nestled behind him. Your arms hold him in a tight hug as your thighs squeeze him. Fuck he loves your legs and with your tits pressing into his back, he’s in heaven. Seb has always loved taking his bike out, he feels so free flying down the quiet highway under the stars.

His heart swells at the trust you place in him, to keep you safe as the two of you speed through the empty streets. He hopes you’re having a good time too when he feels you lean back and let out a whoop into the night air. Seb laughs and does the same. When he’s with you, it’s like gravity’s endless weight is lifted and he can dream again. You must sense this because you squeeze him tighter for a moment.

Something no one ever told you about riding a motorcycle is that it’s basically one giant vibrating seat. And with your arms around the man you’re planning to fuck the second this ride is over, the sensation is making you extremely horny. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs and you try to adjust your position to get the vibration right where you want it. Seb must think you’re uncomfortable because the moment you shift his hand reaches back to squeeze your thigh again.

His worry for you makes you determined to let him know just how good you feel. You start to move one hand, running it down his stomach. Seb returns his hand to the handlebar, thinking your touch is to reassure him, but you aren’t done. Your fingers drift downward, searching and finding. His cock stiffens and his hands clench the handles. You give him a rough squeeze through his jeans and he lets out a groan barely audible through the sound of the wind. You tug on his length as you rock your hips on the seat.

Closing your eyes you begin a slow pace of jacking him off over his jeans and grinding your pussy into the vibrations. You’re so lost in seeking your pleasure that you don’t notice Seb has turned off the highway until the motor cuts off. You whine at the lack of vibration, not fully comprehending what’s happening until Seb pulls you off the bike. His helmet is still on but his visor is open. You can see the desire flashing in his eyes.

“My needy girl, couldn’t wait to finish the ride before needing my cock,” he growls.

“I- I didn’t mean to…” you whimper as Seb pulls off his helmet, and runs his hand through his hair.

“What am I gonna do with you,” he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.

Setting down the helmet, Seb circles the bike. You take off your helmet, shaking out your hair. He drinks in the sight of you, the moonlight shining off your hair, the desperate look in your eyes, the way your black clothes cling to you and how he wants to peel them off. He pauses in front of you, hand palming his now aching erection. Your gaze is glued to that hand, taunting you.

Seb undoes his belt buckle, pops the button on his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper. Watching you squirm with every small movement, he could do this for hours, basking in your hungry gaze knowing that you want him just as much as he wants you. But he won’t keep you waiting. He eases his cock out, hissing as the cool night air trails over his hot length.

“On your knees baby.”

You oblige instantly, he chuckles at your obedience.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls.

He shudders as you grab him, pressing a light kiss to his tip before you flick your tongue along the slit dripping with precum. And when your warm, wet mouth wraps around his length he has to stop himself from thrusting into the back of your throat. You take your time, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your hand until he can’t take it anymore.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and rocks his hips forward. Forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat. The feeling of your tongue on the underside and the light scrape of your teeth on top force out a groan from deep within his chest. His eyes lock on yours, so full of tears just waiting to spill out. He thrusts a few more times, relishing in the feeling of his balls hitting your chin. When your throat squeezes him as you choke on his cock, he swears if he died right now at least he’d die happy.

And as much as he craves to chase his own pleasure and pump his seed into your waiting mouth, he has to make sure you’re okay. Pulling his dripping length from your lips, Seb crouches down to cup your face in his hands. You cough and take in a few ragged breaths before meeting his gaze. He strokes your cheek, “such a good girl for me” he sighs pulling you in for a searing kiss.

“Up you go,” he says, pushing you up to standing. You lean back against the parked bike, not trusting your legs to hold you. Now it’s your turn to look down at Seb, even though you know you have tear streaks on your face and drool on your chin, his eyes are full of adoration. It’s so cute you don’t know if you want to laugh or to cry.

He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your thighs. Then his fingers catch the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough for him to press a soft kiss to your stomach. He grabs the waist of your jeans, eagerly undoing the button and zipper he pulls them down to reveal your black panties. This pair has a little bow just below the waistband like you’re a present that’s his to unwrap. He stands slowly, moving his hands from your waist to cup your breasts.

He kisses you softly then whispers in your, “Turn around for me baby.”

You do, bracing yourself against the bike. He softly touches your ass. It’s fully on display, framed by the lacy black straps of your thong. He growls, slapping your soft flesh. You let out a moan as the cool night breeze instantly soothes the sting. Seb cups your pussy and chuckles when he feels the hot wet crotch of your panties.

“If I knew you’d like the bike so much, I would’ve put you on it ages ago,” he teases, pulling the fabric to the side.

He teases your slit with a long finger, dragging it through your folds to lightly flick your clit. You gasp and arch your back. Fuck he loves how responsive you are, every touch eliciting a reaction. He plunges two fingers into you, pumping his cock at the same pace. He gets lost in watching his digits disappear into your warm, wet hole.

“M-more Seb, please,” you whine, pulling him from his trance. Before you register the loss of his fingers, the tip of his cock is already teasing your folds. You moan, pushing your hips back.

Seb chuckles. “Is my sweet girl ready for my cock?” he asks under his breath.

He knows the answer is yes, he knows you’ve been ready since before the show, but he likes making you wait. Teasing you until his cock is the only thing that could make you feel better. He notches his length at your entrance and slowly pushes into you. You groan, finally getting what you’ve been craving for days. Your toys at home can’t compare to this feeling. Being filled and fucked by your man.

He slowly enters you until his entire length is sheathed inside your perfect pussy. Your walls clench around him causing his breathing to turn ragged. His grip on your hips tightens, as he eases out of you until just his tip is inside of you. Then without warning, he shoves all the way back in. You cry out, arching your back and Seb knows he’s hit the spot inside you that makes you see stars. He thrusts into you again and again, fingers leaving bruises on your flesh as he steers you closer and closer to orgasm. Your walls squeeze him tighter and he knows you’re close.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, “Cum for me, you can do it.”

And you do, expletives and his name string together in a chant that he’s sure could raise him from the dead as you cum around his cock. He follows you over that cliff, pushing as deep as he’s able, sealing his body with yours as tightly as he can. If two souls could join, it must feel like this, he thinks as he empties himself into you.

The two of you stay in this position, you draped over the motorcycle like Seb’s wet dream and Seb still inside you, head hung low, trying to keep his legs from giving out as he decides if he ever wants to move again. And then your pussy flutters around his length and he’s sure if he doesn’t pull out now he’ll die from the overstimulation. Easing his cock from you he watches entranced as his seed drips out of you.

He’s never wanted kids but his mind is suddenly filled with images of your belly swollen as his child grows inside of you. He flushes and his cock twitches painfully at the thought. He pushes that desire down, your relationship (if you can even call it that) is so new, he’ll do anything to keep from scaring you away.

Carefully, he covers your dripping pussy with the thin strap of fabric that is your thong. You groan and wiggle your hips as he rubs you through the fabric. Seb slaps your bare ass, huffing out a laugh at your little yelp. After tucking his cock away and pulling on his jeans, Seb helps you up and turns you around. Leaning against his bike, he pulls you into his arms kissing the top of your head and breathing in the smell of your hair. You rest your head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

His heart is so full he fears it might burst. You pull back to see his face, the look in his eyes is so tender, so loving you have to hold back tears. You slide your hands behind his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss is long, full of hope and passion and all the things you are too nervous to say.

Pulling away from the kiss, Seb squeezes your still-exposed ass. “Let’s put this away before you tempt me to go again,” he says pulling up your jeans. You giggle, buttoning your pants. When you look up Seb is back on the bike, his arm extended toward you with helmet in hand.

“What do you say, baby, let’s keep this adventure going?” he asks, hoping you understand the weight of his words. You know that after tonight, your heart is his whether he knows it yet or not. You take the helmet and climb onto the bike behind him. You whisper into his ear, “Lead the way Sebby,” and set the helmet on your head. He starts up to engine and with a whoop, the two of you speed off into the night.

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obsessed-with-stardew · 21 days

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Under His Desk

After you and Sebastian get interrupted, you decide to take matters into your own hands…and mouth.

Sebastian xF!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

TW: nsfw, mdni, smut, p in v sex, oral male receiving, unprotected sex

WC: 2840

AN: This fic can be read as a follow up to His Hoodie or as a stand alone. It has very little plot and very lot of porn, enjoy!

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Ever since you and Sebastian hooked up that night he walked in on you wearing only his hoodie, you were seeking one another out any chance you could.

This evening, you met up with Seb for a smoke break. One thing led to another, and now you’re sneaking down to his room while he distracts Robin.

It’s not that you’re ashamed of each other, you just aren’t ready to deal with the gossip from this tiny town. Plus, you’re both kind of enjoying being the other’s secret. Sneaking flirty looks and touches while hanging at the saloon. Convinced that no one has noticed Sebastian walking you home more frequently. Or the fact that more often than not you’re together.

When the path is clear, you slip through the entryway and down the stairs.

“Anyway I’ve got a deadline so I should get to work,” Seb says, a little too loudly to be inconspicuous.

He joins you in the stairwell and with mock chivalry, ushers you into his room. As soon as the door clicks shut, the darkness and secrecy work their magic. Sebastian pins you against the door, pressing hungry kisses to you neck.

He grabs your breast through your shirt causing you to let out a soft moan. Seb is quick to capture the sound with his mouth, not because he thinks anyone will hear you, but because he feels the need to claim it. Your moans, your lips, your tongue. All his.

Seb reaches up under your shirt, long fingers lightly skating up your spine causing you to shiver slightly. His hand reaches its destination and with practiced ease he unhooks your bra.

Sebastian pulls back to look at you. So pretty with your flushed face and heaving chest as you stare up at him, trying to catch your breath.

“So needy aren’t you?” Seb tuts. His cool smirk betrayed by the lust in his eyes.

And with that, you take control. Pushing him down onto the couch, you slip off your shirt and bra.

Seeing your body on display for him, Seb lets out a long appreciative whistle.

“Now that’s my girl,” he says grinning.

You straddle him and his hands find your hips, squeezing your curves, before moving up to cup your tits.

“Fuck, I’ve missed these,” Seb says in a low voice, as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan softly, a hand finding its way into his dark hair. Your light tug on his locks causes Seb to groan.

In retaliation, he teases you with his teeth. Lightly biting at your sensitive nipple while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Your whimper is music to his ears, and his cock responds immediately.

It takes you no time to notice the hardening bulge beneath you. You grind down onto him hard. Seb releases your breasts, his hands snapping to your hips, to grip your flesh. He lets out a hiss.

“Woah, woah baby. We’re just getting started,”Seb chuckles.

You pout cutely at his teasing. Fuck you’re adorable, he thinks pulling you in for a deep, sweet kiss. You’re having none of it. You trail your lips along his jawline, leaving kisses down his throat.

Now it’s Seb moaning and pushing your hips down so he can grind your body against his aching cock. You don’t relent, slowly moving up to his ear you tease the sensitive flesh with your teeth and tongue.

When you decide he’s had enough you whisper softly, “I want to taste you.”

Seb groans as his hips jerk up into you involuntarily. His grip on your soft flesh tightens and he pulls you in for a devastating kiss. All teeth and tongue, as though this kiss is the only thing tethering him to the earth.

You pull away reluctantly, sliding off of his lap to stand before him. Seb leans back, relaxing into the couch with a cool smirk playing on his lips. Can’t wait to wipe that look off his face, you think. Because fuck, you love watching him come undone.

Sinking down to your knees, Seb lets out a sigh. God, you look so pretty on your knees for him, his cock twitches at just the sight of you.

You lean forward, lightly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Seb’s muscles tense in anticipation the closer you get to his hard cock, fully straining against to confines of his jeans. You trace the outline of his member, squeezing once just to hear him groan.

Glancing up at Seb’s face, you can see that cool look has already been replaced with desparte want. Smiling, you pop the button on his pants and pull down the zipper teasingly slow.

Seb lifts his hips, which prompts you to ease off his pants and boxers.

His cock springs up, the cool air dancing across his hard length causes Seb to let out a light hiss.

The sight of it has you drooling and you feel the want throbbing in your core. You decide to tease Seb just a bit longer to draw out those cute sounds of frustration before giving him what he wants.

You place feather light kisses up one thigh, nails barely tickling the other. You nip at his hipbone and kissing it hard, you leave a mark for Sebastian to find later.

Reaching to finally wrap your hand around his cock—

“Oh he’s got a ‘deadline’? Suuuuure.” A voice loudly carries down the stairwell as heavy steps begin their descent.

“Ughh,” Seb groans hearing the sounds. Realization of the situation dawns an instant later.

“SHIT!” He whispers looking down at the scene. You on your knees, tits out and hand millimeters away from his painfully hard cock. Your panicked eyes are huge, as you sit frozen, unsure of what to do.

Shit shit shit, Seb thinks trying to come up with a solution as the steps draw nearer.

“Under the desk!” he whispers urgently.

With your shirt and bra halfway across the room and no time to retrieve them, you scramble for the desk.

Seb is frantically gathering his pants and boxers when the knob begins to turn.

He slips into the desk chair just as Sam bursts through the door.

“Seb! There you are, your mom said you had a deadline so I won’t be long,” Sam says jovially flopping himself down onto the couch. If it was still warm from being so hastily vacated, Sam doesn’t seem to notice.

“Uh yeah man, now’s really not a good time,” Seb says, glancing down at you with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec,” Sam says, moving to lay on the couch like he’s settling in for a long therapy session with Sebastian his de facto councilor.

Running a hand through his dark hair, Seb sighs, “What’s up dude?”

Maybe if I hear him out he’ll leave faster.

“It’s Abby man, she’s totally harshing the vibes at practice lately. Like she won’t just play the song through, she always has to improvise and……..”

~*~ meanwhile under the desk ~*~

Ugh whatever, you think rolling your eyes. Here you are, cramped under a desk, horny as hell and staring right at the object of your desire but you can’t do anything about it.

It feels like Seb’s cock is teasing you, it’s still mouthwateringly hard and it even has a little bead of precum right on the tip. You crave to lean forward, grab his cock and lick that precum off.

But you shouldn’t…… right? Why not? It sounds to you like Sam is so involved in his own thoughts he wouldn’t even noticed if Seb was a little distracted. Maybe that’s just horny brain talking, but it sounds like the best idea you’ve had in awhile.

Gently, you pull Seb’s knees apart more and shift to sit between them.

He shoots a panicked gaze down to you, a light flush rising on his cheeks. You put a finger to your lips, the classic ‘shush’ gesture. Seb blinks, looking from you to Sam and back to you, unsure what to do.

He’s cute looking all worried, you think, I bet he’ll look even cuter trying to keep it together.

You don’t dwell on his predicament, you have your own needs. Grabbing the rolling chair you gently pull him closer, barely registering the sound of his hands slamming down on the desk or the sound of Sam’s voicing pausing momentarily.

Running your hands up Seb’s legs, you feel him quiver and hear the timbre of his voice waiver slightly.

Oh this is going to be fun, you think with a grin….

~*~ meanwhile above the desk ~*~

Seb is doing his best to keep it together. Not that Sam is paying him much attention anyway, content to just talk at him without needing much response beyond “no way man” or “yeah that sucks”.

But when Seb feels your teasing fingers finally reach their destination, it takes everything in him not to moan.

His grip on the arms of his chair turns white-knuckled as you lightly wrap your hand around his cock. And when your tongue flicks against his head, Seb is seeing stars. He accidentally lets out a moan that he tries to cover with a feigned coughing fit.

“Uh, you good bro?” Sam asking, sitting up on his elbows to try and see his friend over the large monitors.

“Yeah, yeah,” Seb coughs out, thankful for your stilled hand, “I just uh, swallowed wrong.”

“Okay, well anyway….” Sam says, and he’s back off on his tangent. About what, Sebastian isn’t really sure. His only focus is your mouth, which by now is wrapped around his sensitive head.

Instead of taking any more of his length, you seem content to gently lick and suck on his head as though his cock were your favorite flavor of lollipop. If you don’t put more of him in your mouth soon, Seb is sure he’ll snap.

Thankfully you begin to move, ever so slowly bobbing up and down his length.

“Ahhhhhh…” Seb sighs, contentedly.

Taking that as a sigh of understanding, Sam says, “Okay see! You know I’m right!”

“Mmmmm mhm,” Seb hums. Not sure what he’s agreeing to, but not caring.

He looks down at you, and fuck what a mistake that is. Seeing how well you take his cock in that pretty mouth is almost his undoing. Seb leans back to look at the ceiling. As he releases a steadying breath he hears Sam say, “So you’ll do it then? You’ll tell Abigail that she’s out of the band?”

“Wait, what the fuck?” Seb snaps. “Sam is that what you’ve been talking about?”

Moving so he can look at his friend around the monitors, he hisses slightly as his cock, now wet with your saliva is hit by cool air once more. As much as he wants to get off, he won’t let his friend make a mistake as colossal as this.

“Uh, yeah man. You’ve literally been agreeing with me this whole time.” Sam says, confusion clouding his face, “Haven’t you been paying any attention?”

“Obviously not,” Seb retorts, face flushing a bit, “Because if I had been I would’ve told you that you’re being stupid. Abby is the best, and only, drummer in town. Stop being such a dick, and just let her do her thing.”

“But it’s my band—“ Sam starts.

“Nah dude, it’s our band.” Seb states, “Now will you please get the fuck out?”

Sam finally peels himself off the couch. Holding up his hands he backs toward the door.

“Geez man, okay I’ll get out of your hair,” he says. Turning toward the door, Sam pauses. He spots a black lacy bra that has been carelessly left on the floor.

Sam whirls around, “Oh, hi y/n,” he says, laughing as Seb’s mouth falls open.

Turning he heads out the door. As he leaves he calls over his shoulder, “Have fun you crazy kids!”

With Sam’s footsteps receding into the distance, you burst out laughing.

Seb rolls backward in the chair to see you better. You’re crouched on the floor, holding your sides laughing your ass off.

“Oh, so you think it’s funny, huh?” He says, his face is serious but there’s a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

All you can do it nod, laughing so hard a few tears form in the corners of your eyes.

While you’re busy laughing, Seb is clearing items from the surface of the desk. As much as he’d love to do the dramatic thing and sweep everything onto the floor, he paid a lot for that mechanical keyboard. When he’s satisfied it’s clear enough for his purposes, he helps you up.

Catching your breath from laughing so hard you don’t notice the wicked grin on his face until it’s too late. He spins you around and pushes you down so your chest is flush with the cool surface.

His roughness makes you gasp, and Seb chuckles. He tears off your pants and underwear. With your pussy and ass on display for him Seb wastes no time dipping a finger into your dripping wet core.

“Tsk tsk tsk” he tuts at you. “Looks like you get off on being a little tease, darling.”

Sebastian removes his finger, you moan wiggling your ass playfully. He is having none of it. He slaps your ass, and you let out a small yelp of surprise.

“That’s for being such a tease when Sam was here,” Seb says in a rough, low voice.

He slaps your ass again, this time causing you to groan.

“That’s for being so needy that you couldn’t wait to taste my cock.”

Then with no warning Seb pushes two fingers into you.

“And that’s for getting so wet from the whole thing.”

You arch your back moaning loudly, the mix of dirty talk and his long fingers moving inside you has you seeing stars.

“Getting all hot and bothered just from sucking my cock, with our friend sitting feet away?” he teases, easily adding a third finger into your dripping cunt. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.”

Seb removes his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. Kissing up your spine, he leans over you. You can feel his erection rubbing between your wet folds. Sebastian lips trail up your neck, breath tickling your ear as he whispers, “You might want to hold on baby.”

Before you can register what he said, Seb is slamming his entire length into you. You grasp the edge of the desk, and cry out from the shock. Sebastian slaps your ass.

“You can be loud but not quite that loud,” Seb huffs, pulling out almost all the way and pushing fully back into you. You bury your face in your arm to muffle the cries as he slaps your ass again.

“Fuck so pretty—taking me so well,” he groans between thrusts.

And it’s true, Seb loves watching your ass jiggle and as his length disappears inside of you. He drives his cock into you over and over again, your walls clenching him tighter and tighter.

“Shit just like that,” Seb praises, “Cum for me, baby.”

As you orgasm, you call out for him. His name falling from your lips is Seb’s undoing. Hips stuttering, his thrusts get sloppy. Sebastian shoves his length deep into you, pushing himself over the edge. Groaning your name, Seb empties into you.

A sheen of sweat covers you both, and Seb lays over you resting his head on your back.

“Wow, you’re perfect,” He sighs, blowing cool air down your spine. You shiver, the chill feeling divine against your heated skin.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” You reply breathlessly.

“Oh man, remember when Sam was here,” Seb chuckles roughly.

“Uggghhh I can’t believe I did that,” you groan, covering your face with your hands.

Kissing your lower back, Seb mutters, “Seems my girl has a little exhibitionist in her.”

Before you can talk back, Seb pulls out of you with a hiss. Your whine at the emptiness causes him to chuckle roughly.

“Always my needy girl,” he teases pressing a kiss to your lower back, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

You’re not sure you could move if you tried. Seb returns with a cool cloth and kneels behind you. He gently cleans you up, kissing your thighs and ass as he does.

“Mmmmm thanks Sebby,” you yawn, trying to push up off the desk.

“Woah woah, take it easy,” Seb chuckles as he helps you up and into his bed.

You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow leaving Sebastian to watch you sleep.

Moving a piece of hair out of your face, he gently strokes your cheek.

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town,” he whispers shaking his head. “How did I get so lucky.”

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