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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader

Summary: You visit your dear cousins manor in the countryside to get a well deserved break from the humdrum exhaustion of the city after an illness. What you do not expect from your quaint retreat is the start of an exhilarating illicit affair with the butler. But taboos mean nothing when lust love transcends human norm.

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Sex; Vaginal Sex; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

A/N: not beta read. We die like men.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1: 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯; ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

“My lady,” you hear a soft voice calling you, “My lady, you must wake up, it is morning.” You open your eyes. The sheets around you are soft, freshly laundered. Your head sinks into the large white pillow, and you take a deep breath that turns into a yawn and turn over to go back to a more comfortable position. But the voice rings out again. “Now, that won’t do at all...” You twist your neck toward the direction of the voice. The sound in meats your ears like the gentle beat of a raven’s wing. Shielding your eyes because of the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, you squinted to see a dark black figure stood before the opened curtains around your bed.

Sebastian Michaelis; the imposing shadowy butler of your cousin, Ciel Phantomhive who’s estate you were staying at while you visited the countryside after your illness. This man’s efficiency left you in awe. Managing an entire household with three other servants, an old butler, and a young master who was still very much a child. His roles extended far beyond that of an ordinary butler, to that of baker, chef, driver and even a pseudo parent. Additionally, with his smooth, silky, jet-black hair and contrasting pale skin he looked rather like a vampire – one from the cheap romance novellas you would pick up from the bookstore to keep yourself entertained. You definitely wouldn’t mind him sinking his teeth into your neck. You had been inappropriately lusting after the man ever since he greeted you into the Phantomhive manor. He was gentle and helpful, and you had found yourself yearning for the feel of his hands upon your skin. Sebastian seemed to sense your longing and took it upon himself to torment you with his sly touches at every opportune moment. He took your hand to help you down stairs, tied your shoelace if he thought it wasn’t done up well enough kneeling in front of you, he even lifted you and took you to bed one night when you were feeling especially tired from the day’s activities. You had been mortified to have been treated in such a manner but when he had leaned down and kissed your ear whispering a soft goodnight you exploded on the inside. Ever since then, you had been thinking the lewdest thoughts about the man- who would often catch you staring at his back and would wink at you and laugh when you turned red. And often your fingers would slip between your thighs, to rub over your mound below in an attempt to quell the aching need.

“Your maid seems to have caught a slight cold my lady.” Sebastian speaks drawing you back to the present. He smiles. “I hope you don’t mind me standing in for her this morning. I wouldn’t want you to exert yourself so soon after having recovered from one illness.” His eyes crinkle and he tilts his head while his smile grows wider.

For a moment, you stare at him and then understand the implications of his words. Still not fully awake you muster up the energy to ask, “But, who is to help me with my dressing?”

“I’m pretty sure you will find me capable enough, my lady.” He says, still smiling. You sit up quickly. Heart pounding in your chest.

“Sebastian!” you expel in admonishment “Surely that would not be proper!”

Sebastian prowls over to the the edge of the bed and leaning down, says, “Would it be as improper as this my lady?” He plants those smooth pale lips onto yours. They burn hot against your cool pink ones. You feel his hand caressing your cheek. Your heart beats hard in your chest and you sit rigidly unable to process what is happening around you. Is Sebastian really kissing you? Are his lips truly on yours?

But before you can fully digest what happened, he moves away. “Are you awake now my lady?” he asks. You touch your lips feeling incomplete without his warmth and nod. “Good.” He says. “I want you to be awake for this.” He smoothly takes off his black coat and lays it down on a chair, then his vest, then as he unbuttons his shirt he climbs onto the bed. “Impropriety has been a recurring thought in your mind, has it not my lady?” he says to you. He kneels down in front of you. You feel your heart beat – loud enough for the whole mansion to hear.

“Wh– whatever do you mean, Sebastian?” You feign ignorance, trying to ignore the loud pounding of your heart.

“Don’t be coy my lady.” He smirks, his body almost enveloping you on the bed and playing with the string on the neck of your nightgown. He pulls it – untying the bow that your maid had made the night before. So smooth. His movements flow like a stream of water. Almost inhuman. You look into his eyes knowing that however improper it may be, you wanted the man. You wanted him in the basest way that a human may want a human. He cups your cheek in his hand and you can’t help yourself, you move forward to feel his burning lips against your own once again. He runs his fingers through your soft hair and wraps his arm around your torso pulling you closer. You pull off his already unbuttoned shirt. The heat of his body penetrating your thin nightgown. He presses his body against yours, kissing you, a hunger in his movements like no other you knew. His fingers reach your breast and he kneads it roughly. His tongue seeks entrance at your mouth. You open up readily, moaning softly at his touch. He tastes spicy yet at the same time sweet; it reminds you of chocolate a rare taste for such a rare man. Wanton moans drip from your throat and you just want more and more. Your head feels heavy—intoxicated.

You close your eyes and pull him closer. He’s lean, yet you can feel hard muscle under the skin. Sebastian holds the bottom of your nightgown and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes. “Are you sure about this my lady?” For a moment you think you see them flash a dangerous red but shake it off seeing them their regular brown.

You close your eyes and nod, biting your lower lip. It is what you want. Damn all the restrictions of society. Damn it all. It was your body and here was a man who made it writhe and respond on its own accord – without your control. You wanted him to feel you, touch you, make love to you. And you knew, he would appreciate you to the fullest – you would bloom like a flower beneath his touch.

A/N: This was originally posted on AO3 back in 2017. Since then much time has passed and i wasn't feeling the motivation to continue this series, but now with this resurgence of Kuro I would like to take this series up again. I am posting it here now, with changes made and small edits. Just to make it a better read while still keeping my original story intact. I hope you've enjoyed. As always, Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated and Comments will earn you kisses.

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aifanfictions · 7 months

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do a story about (y/n), a human who is offered a job as a maid at the Phantomhive estate and Sebastian Michaelis (from Black Butler) becomes her mentor, teaching her how to be a good maid. He slowly starts falling in love with her and when the Phantomhive have a costume Ball at their estate, Sebastian requests a dance from (y/n). So Sebastian and (y/n) dance the night away.

Dance the night away

(Y/N) had never imagined that her life would take such a turn. As a simple human, she had often marveled at tales of the supernatural, but she never thought she'd become a part of one. That changed when she received an unexpected job offer to become a maid at the Phantomhive estate.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, (Y/N) arrived at the sprawling and ominous mansion. It was a place shrouded in mystery, where dark secrets and enigmatic figures dwelled. Among them was Sebastian Michaelis, the enigmatic butler known for his exceptional skills and the air of mystery that surrounded him.

Sebastian greeted (Y/N) with a polite but detached demeanor, his crimson eyes betraying little emotion. As her mentor, he was tasked with teaching her the art of being a proper maid. (Y/N) found herself both intimidated and intrigued by him.

Under Sebastian's guidance, (Y/N) embarked on a rigorous training regimen. She learned the intricacies of cleaning, cooking, and serving with grace and precision. Sebastian was a demanding teacher, but he also possessed an uncanny ability to bring out the best in her.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N) and Sebastian spent countless hours together. They polished silverware side by side, prepared elaborate meals, and attended to the needs of their demanding master, Ciel Phantomhive. In those moments, (Y/N) began to notice a subtle change in Sebastian's demeanor.

He would steal glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking, and his stoic facade occasionally cracked with a faint smile. (Y/N) couldn't help but be curious about the enigmatic butler. What lay beneath that composed exterior?

One evening, as they were in the garden tending to the roses, Sebastian spoke to (Y/N) in a hushed tone. "You're making excellent progress, (Y/N)," he said, his voice velvety smooth. "You have a natural talent for this."

(Y/N) blushed at the compliment, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Sebastian. Your guidance has been invaluable."

Sebastian's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they seemed to shimmer with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "You are most welcome," he replied softly.

As time passed, (Y/N) couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt toward Sebastian. His grace, his charm, and the air of mystery that surrounded him were alluring. But she also knew the boundaries that separated them – he was a demon, and she was a mere human.

One fateful night, the Phantomhive estate was abuzz with preparations for a grand costume ball. The mansion was adorned with elaborate decorations, and guests from all corners of London arrived in their finest attire. (Y/N) watched the festivities from the shadows, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she would never truly belong.

Then, amidst the sea of masks and gowns, Sebastian appeared before her. He was dressed in a tailored suit with a mask that concealed his identity. His eyes, however, were unmistakable, their crimson hue cutting through the masquerade.

"May I have this dance, (Y/N)?" he asked, his gloved hand extended.

Her heart skipped a beat as she placed her hand in his. "Of course, Sebastian."

They glided onto the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful. The music enveloped them as they waltzed through the night, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. (Y/N) felt as if she were in a dream, swept away by the enchantment of the moment.

As they danced, Sebastian's gaze never left her. He held her close, his touch gentle but possessive. (Y/N) could feel the intensity of his emotions, the longing that lay hidden beneath his composed exterior.

"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I…" she began, her heart pounding in her chest. "I feel something for you, something I can't ignore."

Sebastian's eyes bore into hers, and in that moment, the facade of the unfeeling butler crumbled. "And I, (Y/N), have felt it too," he admitted, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Their dance continued, but it was no longer a mere waltz. It was a declaration of feelings that had been kept hidden for too long. As the night wore on, (Y/N) and Sebastian allowed themselves to be carried away by the music and the intensity of their newfound love.

In the heart of the Phantomhive estate, amidst the masks and the mysteries, (Y/N) and Sebastian shared a dance that transcended the boundaries of their existence. It was a dance of love and longing, of two souls drawn together by fate and bound by an unbreakable connection.

And as the night gave way to dawn, they knew that their love would endure, a forbidden romance that defied the very nature of their world.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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namisiaa · 2 months

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Sebastian

Manga coloring by Nami Origial art: Toboso Yana, Kuroshitsucji Chapter 202

Hah! I made it! First coloring in 2024 is ready! And I want to make meny more this year, so cross your fingers for me! I list all my brushes from SAI 2 and wasn't using my tablet for about a year or so so this isn't the best work ever but I'm actually vry proud about it concidering this and my health condition. Now I'm looking for another nice frame to color and maybe not Sebastian this time. But he's my fave and I thought it would be good for me to start with him :D

Btw, you can also follow me on:

Deviantart

Instagram (I'm pretty sure I have more coloring on Insta than here)

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #manga coloring #manga colouring #colored manga #sebastianmichaelis #sebastian michaelis #paint too sai #wacom #2024 #namisiaa

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hellzzcandie · 10 months

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these expressions r like EXACTLY the same

this is right after sebastian comes out of the grave he was buried in during the murder arc

and this is right after o!ciel comes out of his PTSD episode(?) like state in the witch arc

the same (yet! softer as the story goes on) awh

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #sebastianmichaelis #our ciel #sebaciel

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maybevafer · 5 months

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Happy Birthday, Ciel

#kuroshitsuji #blackbutler #темныйдворецкий #ciel #cielphantomhive #сиэль #sebastianmichaelis #sebastian

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bitterbutlr · 6 months

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Idk if u can tell whays going on but it’s grelle chewing on sebastians head

#kuroshitsuji #blackbutler #black butler fanart #黒執事 #sebastian michaelis #sebastianmichaelis #kuroshitpost #grell sutcliff #black butler grell #sebastian kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji grell #sebagrell #grell fanart #sebastianmichaelisblackbutler #sebastian michaelis fanart

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alexisyoko · 3 months

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Black Butler memes 1 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtIdIr3aTO4

Black Butler memes 2 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxFT9ONlyFM

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #sebastianmichaelis #undertaker black butler #sebastian black butler #kuroshitsuji grelle #kuroshit #ciel phantomhive kuroshitsuji #william t spears #ronald black butler #black butler othello #memes #balck butler memes #kuroshitsuji memes #anime memes #manga memes

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mangaandanimeposts · 1 month

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I can't believe it... I 'm reading this part now for the first time, and I'm shocked even though I already had the spoiler of this thing 😱😳

HUGE SPOILER OF THE MANGA "BLACK BUTLER" "KUROSHITSUJI" BY YANA TOBOSO

⚠️SPOILER ALERT⚠️

I can't believe it... I can't believe it...

I continued to read, and I discovered that Undertaker awakened the dead body of Ciel's twin (the true Ciel), creating a kind of thinking, clever zombie. He's a m0nster, how could he do such a h0rrible thing?! It's disgusting and cruel

Ps. Yana Toboso is a GREAT mangaka. I love this manga

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about-to-implode-help · 1 year

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Isn't it cannon that Sebastian caused the black plague? Like I distinctly remember him joking about it being "a fun little bit trick" or something.

This has to be real. It fits Sebastian so well.

Did I make this up, does any one remember this??

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler fandom #sebastian michaelis #yana toboso #black butler spoilers #kuroshitsuji manga #sebastianmichaelis #Sebastian Michaelis cannon #ask

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ray4nibal · 2 years

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Prince Soma and Agni💜 Kuroshitsuji

Manga coloring by me

#prince soma #agni black butler #black butler art #kuroshitpost #kuroshitsujimanga #kuroshitsuji #yanatoboso #soma asman kadar #sebastianmichaelis #black butler manga #black butler ciel #black butler #mangá #anime #manga coloring #pretty boys #sebastian michaelis #soma x agni

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kuromoran · 1 year

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he’s babysitting

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastianmichaelis #sebastian michaelis #ciel phamtonhive

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anonimusunnoaniswriting · 12 days

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

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🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader; Ciel Phantomhive; Elizabeth Midford

Summary: After spending the day with your cousin and his fiance, the night air makes for pleasant company, as does the butler who reveals a dark secret...

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

A/N: not beta read. We die like men. Again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

The day passed without much incident. A wall seemed to have broken down, between you and the butler after your morning rendezvous. Throughout the day, he looked after both your needs and his young master’s as well. You had spent some time with your cousin today as he hadn’t had too much on his schedule like he usually did. Breakfast, luncheon and supper were all had with the boy who kept your mind occupied with discussions on business and society. And Sebastian served you while also making sure to linger longer than necessary by your side, whether it was him pouring wine into your glass, or brushing against you while bringing you your plate. Surreptitious movements that luckily went unnoticed by your young cousin.

Lady Elizabeth joined the two of you for supper. Though she was from your side of the family you had never met the child personally. The girl had a lot of energy. She loved dressing up as was evident from her clothing. You had heard of her mother being a fearsome lady, one who could fight a tiger barehanded and win, but the daughter carried no such resemblance.

“ –And then, Mother let me make two more dresses to match with the jewellery she bought me!” You had missed the initial conversation but gleaned from the few lines that she had an affinity for fashion and clothing. It was not unlike a lady of her stature.

“Oh when I was your age, I loved getting new dresses made!” You smiled at her. “After I fell sick the first time, however, I started to dislike it a bit.” It was true. You used to have dresses made by the dozen. The seamstress saw your home more than her own shop! But your repeated illnesses have changed this. Every measurement taken anew showed how your body had changed. Warped into the form of the disease. And standing for the tape was exhausting. You found comfort in the clothing you already owned and preferred to have less made.

Elizabeth frowned. “Perhaps, Lady Phantomhive, you can come with me and we can have the tailor take your measurements too for a gown. I’m sure your mama and papa wouldn’t mind!” You blushed and shook your head. Perhaps your parents wouldn’t and even if you did have the energy to stand tomorrow, you would have to cover up the innumerable marks Sebastian left on you from your morning's tryst.

You laughed a nervous chuckle and replied, “Perhaps for the next season, I seem to have plenty of splendid dresses in my armada for the moment…”

Ciel retired to bed, soon after Elizabeth left to go back home. You sometimes forgot he was only 12 – his mannerisms far beyond his age. You walked out to the balcony. The garden was painted silver in the moonlight. Despite being quite clumsy, Finnian did a good job of maintaining it you thought to yourself.

“After all I did today to make sure you didn’t catch a cold, my lady, here you are inviting it yourself.” Sebastian’s voice came from behind, startling you. You turned your head to look as he emerged from the shadows draping a warm cloak over your shoulders. “Would you like to go for a walk my lady?” he asked. Once again, you thought you saw a flash of red in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as you took another glance. You nodded at him.

Sebastian took your hand and in one swift cat-like movement you found yourself in his arms flying through the air. You clung to his shoulders the night air whipping through your hair and biting at your cheeks. “Sebastian! Where are we going!” But the whistling of the wind drowned out your words.

When he finally landed, you looked around you, the garden was far, This was a denser shrubbery, almost like the maze Finnian so religiously took care to grow. “Should you be so far from the manor?” You asked him breathless, even though all you had done was be carried from one place to another. “Ciel might call for you or something.”

He shook his head. “You needn’t worry about that, my lady. The young master doesn’t wake till morning – when I wake him and I’m sure the manor will be fine without me for a bit.”

He smiles, reassuring you, and takes your hand, clasping it in his gloved ones. You begin to walk alongside him, his stride is shorter, making sure you can keep up, even in your bedroom slippers. Soon you come across a gazebo. The butler then invites you to sit and takes a seat beside you. “I do hope this isn’t too forward of me, my lady but I wish to continue where we had left off this morning.” You blush and avoid his gaze. You know that society would never approve of the relationship the two of you had. If anyone ever found out, it would bring shame to you and your family. You would be looked down upon for the longest time. “My lady?” Sebastian inquires after not hearing anything from you.

“Sebastian…” you start. But you don’t know how to form what you are feeling. “I- I-” you stutter. Then sigh. He puts his hand on your cheek and makes you look at him.

“My lady, if you want this to stop—” he begins but is cut off when you place your hand over his mouth.

“Believe me that is not what I want.” You say to him. “You are different Sebastian. I don’t get what you want. Your feelings are not of love. They aren’t for my money. And I feel you lust after me but that doesn’t come out too clearly either. I suppose, in a way, I am confused.” You get up, take a few steps forward and turn to look at him. “I have had men who have come to me for all the things I mentioned before. I have had those who might have actually loved me, those who merely wanted me as another trophy to claim, and even those who have come only to try and gain my hand in marriage but in reality who want to marry my father’s wealth. But you Sebastian, something about you is so different. I suppose it may be because you are the first man I have felt attracted to.” Your following chuckle is hesitant. “I am—afraid of you.”

Sebastian smirks. “Your way of seeing things is so intriguing my lady.” He says. “I can assure you my lady that I am not here for your money. I have no need for the material things that humans treasure so much.” He spits. “As for lusting after you; you have deduced almost correctly, but what I feel for you is more...” You don’t know when he got up, but turning to look you find Sebastian flush against your back. His eyes are red, the same red you tried to convince yourself you hadn't seen, but it was unmistakable. Your eyes widen and you try to take a step back, away from his imposing figure, only to find yourself trapped between him and the gazebo.

“You see my lady,” he continues, nose nuzzling against your neck, “Demons and humans have very little in common, but there is one thing we do share; the feeling of lust is very strong in us both. Humans can feel love. All demons can feel though; is lust. But you, you make me feel something different from just lust. Something more—burning. Is it love? I don’t know... I’ve never known that feeling.”

You don’t know what to say anymore. You should be frozen in fear, What did Sebastian mean, saying he was a demon? A murderer? Or a biblical fantasy? His lips were now on your skin, inhaling your scent, and you felt a pool of warmth in your lower belly. “D- demon? What does that even mean?” you falter.

“What I mean, my lady, is that the only reason I am here is because of a contract I have made with your dear young cousin. You should thank him for our very meeting.” He tells you.

“You mean you’re a demon. Like – from legends and stories?”

“I can assure you. I am no story” he says, planting a searing kiss on your neck. That was all it took to set you on fire. It made sense. The inhuman capabilities. The absolute perfection of his being. He was a demon! “You aren’t running from me my lady?” he asked as you melted under his touch.

“Surely, you jest Sebastian!” You say. Your voice quavers but you stand your ground.

“About what my lady?”

“About this demon nonsense!”

“I never lie to my lady.” He says. “You said yourself, there is something you find different about me.” He kisses you. “I am simply a demon, and a butler.”

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Since you were tired from being out for so long, Sebastian swiftly carried you back to the mansion and took you to your room where there was a cup of hot chamomile tea waiting for you. He really took everything into account. There is no doubt about it in your mind now. Sebastian had to be a demon. His speed is inhuman. His eyes are reptilian, gleaming in the darkness. And then those teeth that scraped against your neck. Whatever he is, he definitely isn’t human.

As he helps you get ready for bed you realised that you didn’t mind. Sebastian may not have been a human, and he may have been a butler, but the way he made you feel surpassed all of that. “Sebastian…” You turn to him as he undresses you. You take off his coat. “I don’t care what you are.” You take off his vest. His eyes widen, and he stares at you. He can smell your arousal. Here you are half naked before him, taking off his clothes. Telling him you don’t care what he is. You want him. You feel things for him. Your scent drives him wild and he doesn’t even register you undoing his necktie and then his shirt buttons. When you try to take his shirt off and he doesn’t move to allow you to slip it off him, you suddenly think that perhaps he doesn’t want this. “I’m so sorry!” You say. “I thought you wanted this.” Sebastian finally wakes from his stupor and looks at you.

“I do want this. I just can’t believe that someone as beautiful and lovely as you truly wants something as vile and cruel as me.” He says and softly kisses your head. Then without warning he pushes you onto the bed and says, “But, my lady, who gave you the permission to take my clothes off?” He growls. The change in demeanour startles you.

“Sebas—” you start, but he does not let you finish. In a moment, his lips are upon yours. He swiftly and rips off your underclothes, while still kissing your mouth. His hands glide along the curves of your body and he holds you closer while plunging his tongue into your mouth.

He has never tasted anything like you before. He cannot fathom how in all the years he has lived he has never tasted anything like you. “I guess it’s something Phantomhives have in common eh? A taste like no other. I could feast on you all day.” He mutters half to himself.

“What–?” you ask breathlessly.

“You taste, sinful.”

He winks at you and pulls his glove off his left hand with his sharp teeth. His nails are black and on the back of his hand is a pentagram inside two circles. The outer, made of pointy diamond shapes. “My contract seal— nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, my lady.” he says, seeing you looking at it.

Sebastian trails his hand down your stomach. His black tipped fingers enter your folds which are already moist with your arousal. Lowering his head, he nibbles on your neck. You breathe in deeply and wish he would take off his clothes to allow you to see him but he had made it pretty clear who was in charge of the taking off of the clothing. His hand playing around with you down under barely ghosted over your skin. You involuntarily bucked your hips trying to get him to touch you. The move immediately made the demon smirk and say, “Look at you, so eager to be fucked.”

You feel your cheeks heat much like your core. His words are so unexpectedly crude. “Please,” you moan, “please touch me…”

To be continued…

A/N: hahah don't hurt me. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Comments get you kissies.

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