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Falling Away With You | Ch. 17*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Aw shit here they go again.

Author’s Note: Let’s pour one out for Victor u__u Enjoy and take care x

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I peek out the bathroom door, briefly making sure Victor’s still unconscious. He is, but he stole Seb’s headphones — I’m assuming for noise-canceling purposes. Heheh. Whoops.

I close the door again, pressing my back against it to face Sebastian. The man of my dreams. The hot local emo dude who just told me he loves me.

I still haven’t answered him yet. I almost don’t believe it. I’ve never been very lucky before, aside from the recent event of having a farm and money totally just handed to me. Why would it start now?

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“God damnit (y/n),” Seb whines, running his hands through his hair. “No, I’m not! I love you!”

!!!

“Like, I’m madly in love with you.”

!!!!!!!!

“But I, in no way, shape, or form, wanted to tell you for the first time, in the fucking bathroom, while dumping a fat load inside of you. Who the fuck does that?!”

I laugh, because who wouldn’t with that choice of words? There’s a genuine fear in his eyes following my reaction. Well, there has been fear in his eyes ever since he realized what he’d said, but my giddiness elevated it. Shitshitshit—

“Sebash–”

“Brooo, I just said ‘I love you’ and you’re laughing in my face!” he half-chuckles, half-groans. He covers his face again, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “If you’re gonna be a dick about it then–”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Seb shoots his face out from his hands. He looks insulted and terrified.

“I love you too, dipshit!” I kneel between his open legs and lean on his thigh.

Sebastian wraps me into a hug, squeezing me against his lower half as if he wants me to pop. Ouchy.

“Oh thank fuck,” he airily laughs. “That was so scary. Why didn’t you say it sooner, ya little—“

I lift myself to sit on Seb’s thigh, pulling him into the crook of my neck. I’m fully embracing his head – one arm’s wrapped around his shoulders with the corresponding hand placed in his hair. My other hand is cupping the side of his face, and I’m leaning my head atop his.

Instead of finishing his sentence, he sighs and chuckles into my touch.

“You’re really bad at feelings, aren’t you?” I whisper while running my hands through his soft, black hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

He audibly sniffles. “You smell kinda sweaty…”

“Wait, getting railed twice and cumming several times in one day didn’t make me smell like roses?”

Seb snorts and nods. “Fair. Wanna shower?”

“Together?”

“As long as there’s no funny business,” he narrows his eyes at me, grinning.

“What, don’t have a third round in ya?” I poke at him.

I’m only half-joking. I’ve never felt this insatiable. I’m addicted to Seb’s cock.

“Not yet,” he shudders. “Legs are sore.”

I stand to remove my clothes, and he mimics my actions. “I can work with that,” I wink as I bend over to turn on the water.

“Fucking siren.”

“What?” I giggle.

“This is how I die,” he dramatically announces, “Drowned through sexual acts in my own bathtub.”

“There’s worse ways.” I try my best at a sinister laugh.

As we get in, I have Seb sit in front of me, facing away from the stream. I squeeze some of his shampoo into my hands – I was right about him using Old Spice, all that time ago – and lather it through to his scalp with a massage.

I take note of the fact that all his products are the same brand and scent (Bearglove, mmm), aside from the conditioner. A man of tradition. At least he uses a conditioner… Those 2-or 3-in-1 fuckers are a whole different breed.

“Mmm…” he moans. Good lord don’t tempt me, sir.

“You like that, baby?” I blush at my own words, realizing how borderline erotic I just sounded. I glimpse at his dick, for science. Lo and behold, it’s looking stiffer than before.

“So much,” he sighs, into a breathy chuckle. “Is that the first time you’ve called me that?”

I lean to the side a little, allowing a direct line of water onto his hair so I can rinse it. “Yeah, actually, I think it was.”

“Sounded kind of nice,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Yeah? Never took you as a pet name guy.”

I take advantage of the conditioner I’ve rubbed into his hair to play with it for a little, making a few tiny braids before washing ‘em free.

“Didn’t know I was.”

“I felt the same way,” I admit, “until you started using them on me.”

He does one of those ridiculously-sexy-for-no-reason hums of his that I love. “Am I weird for feeling proud of that?”

“I don’t think so. I’m kinda proud too.”

“What if I’m feeling turned on by it?”

I laugh. “A little weird, but passable.”

“Bite me,” he grumbles in mock offense. I lightly gnaw at his right trap, and he chuckles as he shoves my face away.

Pumping some body wash into my palms, I rub the gel through my hands a couple of times before massaging it into his shoulders. Yoba, these things are tense. Must be from all the work he does at his computer. I crouch lower to rub downward into his shoulder blades, easing up the muscles around his spine.

“Yoba. Lemme do you next,” he offers, melting into my fingers. “This shit is insane.”

“Gladly.”

I’m sitting cross-legged behind Seb’s back. I lean against him, closing my eyes as I try to use my sense of touch to find any stray knots. “I thought my muscles were tight…”

“I should invest in a better chair…”

“You gonna become one of those Herman Miller enthusiasts?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs. “Too pricey.”

I hum in agreement, letting my hands stray to the front so I can lather the soap into his chest. I let some water roll down his back to clear any suds before placing a few soft kisses to his spine. His chest heaves slightly under my touch.

“Y’know, I’ve never had someone be so gentle to me…” he murmurs.

“Is that a bad thing?”

He shakes his head, “It’s perfect, actually.”

Fucking angel.

I sigh, resting my cheek to him and snaking my hands lower down his torso. “I love you, ya cornball.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.” He lifts one of my hands and kisses my knuckles before returning it back to its previous spot on his tummy.

“Insult included?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” I giggle as he confesses, “As long as you’re saying you love me, I don’t think I can complain about something so trivial.”

I don’t know how to respond. My heart’s just so full… I opt to not say anything. Don’t wanna ruin the moment. A short bit goes by, and I notice that my hands are at Seb’s belly button-level.

So close to…

Fuck it.

I test the waters, fingers grazing his upper pubic area.

“(Y/n),” he breathes. “Hm?”

He chuckles. Seb takes my dominant hand and lowers it around his cock. “S’that what you want, baby?”

I nod against him with a strong exhale as I feel him in my palm, all while heat rises swiftly to my face. He breathes heavily as I lightly stroke him, using the suds running down his body for an easier glide. I press some more kisses to his back, all in different spots, some more open-mouthed than others.

“Fuck.”

Wanting to experiment, since this is my first real opportunity, I snake my other hand over and grip the base of his shaft. Still gives me plenty of room to jerk with the first hand, and maybe the extra pressure feels nice?

His head tilts back, pure bliss written on his face as he quietly moans. I hum, proud of my accomplishment.

“So fucking good at this,” he whispers.

“Lemme taste?”

“Absolutely.”

He flips around and lays back against the end of the tub, pulling me into him to make out. A little warm up for my tongue. Much appreciated.

Before I can get lost in the sensation, I pull away, trailing kisses and licks across his neck, onto his shoulders, down his chest. I leave some hickies around Seb’s upper thighs, palming him to tide him over while I ramp up the anticipation. His squirms and throaty mewls are fucking delightful.

“Fuuuck, please (y/n).”

“Patience, young grasshopper.” Check mate, nerd. He laughs and rolls his eyes, eyebrows turned upward.

Gotta be honest. I’m a little nervous, as this is the first time I’ll be trying to take him in my mouth and he’s absolutely packing.

I ease myself in, basically French kissing along the edges of his tip. Tasting the salty beads of pre-cum that have gathered over the last few minutes. I let my lips glide up and down the side of his length for a moment as my hand stays firmly pumping the half closer to his base, my ass lifted and swaying to give him a show.

“Goddamn, (y/n),” he groans, cupping my cheek.

Because I’m a fucking dog, apparently, I nuzzle into it for a sec, sinking myself into his touch. He quietly laughs at me, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. I take his thumb in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while continuing to twist my fist around his cock. I could swear I felt goosebumps on his skin just now.

I finally move my face back towards his member, taking just the tip in my mouth before going for the gold. I try to fit in as much as I can, as I stare into his gem-like eyes, my own squinting and watering.

Seb moans, and I do too, reactively. “Holy fucking shit. Feels so good.”

The late-night summer sunset is shining through the small, ground-level window above us. The rays of light intertwining with the droplets falling onto us is like pure stardust. And Seb looks ethereal underneath it all.

He’s fucking stunning.

His pupils are dilated and his cheeks are painted crimson, as though he’s high on something other than the THC that’s probably out of his system by now. Every once in a while he smiles, teeth over his lower lip, palm grazing my cheek, as if to wordlessly tell me how nice I feel. I’m seeing Sebastian in his most raw and vulnerable form.

Really is making me feel like a siren right now.

Seb’s eyes roll back as I do my best to keep a good pace. I want to go faster, but don’t want to risk any teething accidents. I clasp both hands around him as I pull out, giving my jaw a breather.

“How am I doing, sir?” I ask before licking strips along the exposed skin.

“Oh god,” he laughs. Seb puts a hand over his chest. Can’t tell if he’s being a drama queen, or if that name does make him that weak. He continues, “You’re doing so well– Ahh!” and I cut him off by getting back to work

His cock is hitting the back of my throat, and I still have some space to work with — quite the dilemma, but it gives me an idea.

I pull all the way out again and take his hand, lifting it to my hair before diving back in. I bore my eyes into his to deliver the message. Catching my drift, Seb assists me, pushing my head as far as we can both muster it. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing and the movements of my tongue.

“Fffuh– God, I’m so fucking close.”

I come up for some air and quietly mewl around his tip, “Just use me,” before planting my lips back in place. Can’t help but feel proud of the heady noise Seb let out when I said that.

I’m ravenously bobbing my head as Sebastian pushes me deeper, his hips thrusting concurrently. He’s totally just fucking the shit out of my mouth, god this is so hot. My tonsils burn from being beaten, and I’m gagging because obviously, but the sounds coming from Seb numb the pain.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” he groans, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Just like that. Don’t waste a drop, princess.”

I moan around his cock at the new name and sexy command, subsequently feeling warm liquid burst into my throat. I struggle to breathe while he finishes but can’t bring myself to cut him short. Too much of my pride is at stake.

Once I sense finality and hear Seb’s heavy breaths dissipate, I slowly pull away from him. I silently thank Yoba for oxygen and swallow everything I’ve been given.

Seb leans forward and lifts me by the chin for more kisses. “Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs against my lips. Making me feel so needy... No. It’ll make future endeavors better if you have some patience, (y/n). Simmer down.

Foreheads pressed together as our mouths part, I giggle. “That was sick.”

He furrows his brows, giggling along with me before positioning himself behind me. “Yeah?” He makes the water a little hotter – I didn’t notice it was getting cold in the first place.

I hum, nod, and add, “I didn’t die from asphyxiation either.”

Seb snorts. “A jack of all trades.” I hear the shampoo bottle click, and he pulls me back to lean against his chest, leaving a kiss on my hairline. “Did I ever tell you that I started calling you a good girl strictly thinking it would tick you off?”

I shake my head. “Pfft, no, you didn’t. Seriously?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “But now that I know the effect it actually has on you, I quite like it. Has a nice ring.”

“Good. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing it,” I paraphrase his earlier claim.

He starts massaging my scalp the same way I did his earlier, and I accidentally let out a lil’ moan.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” he lilts, adding his nails softly into the mix.

Goosebumps instantly sprout across my skin. I pat at my arms as if it’ll do anything to stop them.

“Stop giving me the tinglies.”

“...The tinglies.”

“Yeah. What about ‘em?”

“Never heard that term before.”

“Better add it to your vocabulary,” I tease, leaning into the stream a bit to help rinse the residual suds from my hair. “It’ll be hip with the kids before you know it.”

He starts to apply the conditioner, and whispers, “Alright, grandma.” I shake my head to whip him with my, now conditioner-filled, hair. “Fuck!”

“Talk shit, get hit.”

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“Is he dead?” I whisper, tucked into Seb’s chest on his bed.

“He’s probably going to wish he was when he comes back to us.”

“Yeah… that whole ‘shutting me up’ thing was hot, but it didn’t last long.”

“Your pussy is worth making noise for,” Seb coos. I roll my eyes and nudge him with my elbow, totally trying to avert any possible attention from the heat in my cheeks or the squeak that bubbles in my throat.

“Was he planning on a sleepover, or have you just accepted your fate as a temporary Victor-sitter?”

“Neither… His mom isn’t keen on sleepovers.”

I pucker my eyebrows. “Isn’t he, like, my age?”

“Yeah, got a late start though. So now his mom’s trying to make up the lost time by being up his ass about everything he does. Keeping him ‘disciplined’ or some shit, I dunno.”

“Sounds a lot like my own parents…” I think out loud. “What a bitch.”

He nods. “But she’s fucking loaded.” He sighs, “I guess being heavily governed is his price to pay for financial stability.”

Victor’s a good guy, I think. I hope he has a good home life, aside from having an overbearing mother. He looks so peaceful on Seb’s couch, skull-patterned pillow under his head and hoodie rolled up under his arms.

“The last train leaves kinda soon, no?”

“Yeah. I should get him up there.”

I scoot over a little, propping onto my elbows while Seb crawls over me to leave the bed. He stops while his body is on top of mine – this is all too familiar – and dips into a heated, greedy kiss. Mmmmm.

“You coming?”

I sigh. “Yeah, I should head home too actually. Gotta make sure Cannoli’s doing okay.”

“Lame,” he teases.

“Clingy.” When he gets up, I grabby-hand in his direction for a lift, to which he happily obliges. We tip toe over to the couch to wake up Victor and get him Zuzu-bound.

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“You don’t have to walk me home every time I leave your house, you know.”

“Sorry for wanting to make sure you get there safely.”

“Says the guy who goes to the monster-infested mines overnight, for funsies.” I sigh. “That conversation with Victor could not have been any more embarrassing than it was,” I groan looking up to the sky and dragging my hands along my face.

“He’ll forget about it eventually.”

“Fuck no, he won’t!” I laugh, incredulously. “How do you forget about someone you just met apologizing for waking you up by fucking one of your best friends?”

“He’s experienced worse.”

“What, you and Sam’s moaning?” I tease.

He doesn’t answer. The silence speaks volumes.

“Oh my god, you and Sam tortured Victor with this shit too?”

He scrunches his nose. “He walked in on us once.”

“Holy shit,” I laugh, my hand shooting up to my mouth. “How?!”

“Ugh… we cut class to experiment in the showers.” Before I can question the logic behind their chosen location, he continues. “Jodi’s strictly anti-gay, and had some suspicions after I started dabbling in makeup, so she made Sam keep his door open any time I went over back then. And this was before mom let me claim the basement, so we obviously couldn’t use the room I shared with Maru.”

Seb glances down towards me with a little shrug, and pops his knuckles as he looks back ahead. “Vic had gym that period, and when his class finished up, he just so happened to be the one to open our curtain.”

My mouth hangs open for a sec. “You didn’t stop when you heard people coming in?!”

“Nobody used those fuckin’ things. You think a teenage boy’s first instinct after gym class is to get clean?”

“Fair,” I shrug. “At least it was him, and not one of those homophobes you told me about.”

“Exactly,” he smiles, tapping my forehead.

I swat his hand away, and Seb steals it to tangle our fingers together. I give him a squeeze, then think out loud, “I imagine it’s hard for Victor to date, with such a strict mom.”

“Yeah, he’s made it work though. He dated this family-friend of theirs for a long time, a while back. Another rich girl, so of course Olivia approved.”

I guess Olivia is Victor’s mom. Shuddering, I ask, “Is she as snooty as Olivia seems?”

“Not in the slightest,” Seb laughs, softly elbowing me. “She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.” He sighs, seeming to reminisce a little. He softly continues, “I hope she’s doing alright. She had to leave the valley a while back for some personal shit, so I haven’t really been in contact.”

I ponder for a moment. “Her name isn’t Sophia, is it?”

Seb shoots me a questioning glance, “D’you know her?”

I shake my head. “Sam told me about her when he came over a few days ago.” Frowning slightly, thinking back on what he had told me about the girl. “I hope she’s doin’ okay.”

He gives my hand a squeeze, “I’m sure she will be, if she’s not now. Hopefully you can meet her sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Seb hums. “You’d love her. She’s just as much of a nerd as you are.”

“Fuck you, you’re a nerd!”

“Whatever, nerd.”