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agendabymooner · 9 months ago

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SOMETHING REUNITED !!! SEBASTIAN V. X FEM!READER! X MARK W. (18+)

summary: sometimes a cat-and-mouse game of three can last longer than intended.

content warning: smut below the cut (minors dni), explicit language, mfm threesome, dom!sebastian and dom!mark (mentions rbr!mark and rbr!seb), multi 21, oral sex (m receiving) + deepthroat + facefucking, dumbification if you squint hard enough, double penetration + spitroast, praise kink, size kink-esque, age gap (with mark), unprotected sex (NOT RECOMMENDED)

💌re:moony's planner request: "pls more webberxsebxreader preferably smut"

note: i have a couple asks/requests sitting on my inbox for a while and this is the first thing i've written in a while 😭 i'm sorry to disappoint y'all but enjoy regardless xx

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even ten years later, she still had them chasing after her.

working with red bull was anything but easy for her back in 2012, being a 22 years old woman and all. women in motorsports were something of a relatively new topic back then and when she made her presence known in the milton keynes factory, she would have expected things to be hard for her.

well… it was hard for her for a brief moment until a certain australian and german molded her into something more bold, giving her the attention and validation she desired.

yet she persisted, thinking of them as people who merely wanted her to feel comfortable in the formula one field. she didn’t think much of it before.

until malaysia 2013 happened. sebastian vettel won after he stopped following a team order, causing mark webber his p1 and in the process the ‘multi 21’ controversy occurred.

she was there to witness all of that - from mark’s radio to sebastian’s interview post-race, even their cooldown room segment. she was there.

that was also the same night mark finally snapped and bent her over his hotel room bed, with her allowing mark to fuck the frustration out of himself while she whined and cried about how big he was— and how full she felt.

it didn’t take long for sebastian to hear her whimpering and her pleading, as his room was situated next to mark’s. the german driver came knocking on mark’s door, and sebastian found his cock in her mouth and his hands gripping her hair.

mark, ever the dominant man that he was, demanded the woman to suck the race winner’s cock and condescendingly told sebastian it was a ‘congratulatory gift’ from the australian.

that was the last night they’ve ever seen each other in the same bed, but they saw each other a lot in the paddock.

in 2014, mark left for world endurance while sebastian continued to chase after her - to which she explicitly stated that she wasn’t going to do it again. but sebastian pursued her continuously anyway.

now, in 2023, both men were retired but they always found themselves coming back to the paddock or the pit lane. mark webber had been managing a driver who was a rookie this year, while sebastian couldn’t find himself to leave the scene as he was newly retired.

both had excuses, but no one really knew the real reason why they kept coming back. no one knew but themselves… and her.

the ten year build up led to her hotel room by the suzuka track, her tits were splayed out and pinched and caressed by both men and her knicker becoming more damp as they continued to tease her. she uttered nothing but a pitiful sigh, something that had both men groaning in delight.

“god, i fuckin’ miss that whining of yours, baby,” mark nipped her ear, his greying stubble grazing her neck and his grubby fingers nestling themselves between her legs. “miss the way you fuckin’ plead. you miss being handled like this, don’t you?”

sebastian chuckled darkly, his hand finding itself stabilizing her chin as he examined her desperate face. “and you thought those men you’ve been fucking were fulfilling your needs,” sebastian’s german accent thickened as he gave her an amused smile, “we’ve been waiting for this for ten years, liebe.”

it was a blur, having to figure out how she went from sinking down to her knees and choking on sebastian’s cock as the tip hit the back of her throat. she could feel a lot of things.

this included mark’s hand that held her hair up and bobbed her head back and forth. mark crooned sweetly and praised her, “there we go. that’s a good girl. keep sucking his cock like that, baby. you’re doing so good for him.”

mark nearly laughed when he watched her knees close and clench, fascinated at her submissive state as his eyes looked at her teary ones.

sebastian’s usually-bright-blue eyes were darkening as her mouth took in mark’s length, watching the way her tongue swirled around the aussie’s tip before her nose grazed the hipbone of the older man.

mark let out a guttural groan, feeling his tip at the back of her throat as she skillfully took him in. he let out a string of curses before he muttered, “good girl. keep sucking me off like that. ‘m gonna fuck this throat of yours, hm?” he peered down at her, waiting for her go ahead and witnessing her nod.

sebastian smirked as mark’s hips began to snap forward, lewd sounds of liquid escaping her barely empty mouth as she continued to indulge in mark’s cock.

“she can take us both so well,” sebastian crooned to the girl, stroking his cock at the same pace mark fucked her mouth with his length.

a few snaps of his hips after, mark finally pulled her mouth away and allowed her to breathe. she panted heavily, looking up at the towering man and still kneeling before them.

“think you can take both of us, schatz?” sebastian asked the woman as if she couldn’t comprehend a word anymore. her bruised throat didn’t tell them anything, earning an amused laugh from mark and sebastian. she was already fucked out and she only sucked their cocks.

mark could remember how desperate she was to suck him off after his loss at malaysia, wanting to please him after he grew frustrated with sebastian’s refusal of order in the track. all mark could think about was how ten years later he was going to feel her again. perhaps even better this time.

sebastian laid on the bed, gesturing for the woman to sit on his cock.

mark’s hand helped the woman up before slapping her ass, his mouth letting out a smirk when she let out a soft sigh at the impact.

soon, she sat on sebastian’s lap, sinking down on his cock as she let out a moan, “oh fuck…”

she adjusted, allowing herself to bounce on sebastian’s cock for a moment before she felt mark move and settle behind her. a splatter of lube escaped its bottle as mark spread it generously, in the process his fingers prodded her back hole as she let out a soft whine.

mark fucked her with his fingers while sebastian continued to thrust slowly, making her writhe and cry out for the two of them. they really had missed this— her pitiful and pleading moan. they missed making her cry like she hadn’t been fucked hard before.

“mm… so fuckin’ tight,” mark whispered in her ear, pulling his hand away to stroke his cock and lubricate it.

she nearly collapsed on top of sebastian when mark’s cock entered her slowly, both she and mark letting out loud moans. she felt so full while mark felt like she was hugging his cock tightly.

“fuck, mark!” she exclaimed, her head nuzzling sebastian’s shoulder for a moment as she babbled, “so fucking big. god, you’re so fucking big!”

“you’re so tight for us, schatz,” sebastian murmured and kissed her temple sweetly. “so fragile, we can barely fit ourselves in your holes.”

“seb,” she whimpered as she muttered, “‘m so full.”

“i know you are, bebe,” sebastian said, humouring her submissive state while mocking her in the process, “you’re so full that you can’t think anymore, hm? all you can do is be a good girl for us because you’re already fucked out.”

mark groaned loudly, now moving languidly alongside sebastian as the two men thrusted in and out of her holes. she couldn’t do much, she couldn’t even reminisce because of the sensations that she’s lost all thanks to their dominance and their primal urge to fuck her endlessly.

“you miss this, baby?” mark whispered heatedly, now moving rougher as she cried out their names. “missed this body of yours.”

“you had us running after you for years,” sebastian smirked, “now you’re a putty in our hands. such a shame you made us wait this long.”

“it’s a good thing we caught you eventually,” mark added as his eyes found her hands clawing at sebastian’s bare chest while she whined and squirmed in pleasure.

“because we’re gonna make sure you’re not gonna slip away anymore. gonna make sure you’re ours. gonna make sure everyone knows you’re ours — we’re gonna fuckin’ ruin every man for you like we did in 2013.”

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Bucky needs to be smothered in kisses. No sex has to follow, just him allowing you to pepper kisses all over his cute face simply for being him and for looking so pretty and cute. Like, "Shut up, Bucky and take it" - proceeded by dozens of kisses 💋💋💋

Bucky deserves all the kisses! How about a little something for our tattoo artist?

What Dreams Are Made Of

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You're on Bucky's mind before your date. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Ki-ssing, Fluff, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Bucky edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: My second Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 1) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in my Sin on Skin AU, but can be read as a standalone.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky flopped down on the break room couch with a tired smile. He had a hard time sleeping the night before and wanted a little rest before his first client of the day arrived. It didn't surprise him when he struggled to sleep. He could sometimes be a night owl when he wasn't dealing with the occasional nightmare, but last night was different. You consumed his thoughts after he went home.

Every single one of them.

You thinking of me, Sugar? I hope you are.

Hell, you hadn’t left his mind since he first walked into your shop. His beautiful, sweet baker with the warm smile and humor to brighten his day. You looked too pure to be with someone who looked like him. He wasn't blind to the stares he received whenever he went out. With his physique and exposed skin littered with ink, many wrote him off as dangerous without a second thought. They would’ve been shocked to learn he was a bit of a science nerd who loved to read in his spare time or that he served his country alongside his best friend.

Something told him you’d appreciate all those little details about him, especially since you asked him out.

"Wish I was taking you out now, Sugar," he whispered to himself as he shut his eyes.

Bucky didn’t want to admit to himself that he was a little nervous. From his chats with you, he gathered enough of an idea on where it would be good to take you for your first date. He didn’t want it to be generic though. If he couldn’t make it unique, it at least had to be special. Something you’d remember. You deserve the best.

And he wanted to show you he was nothing like your prick of an ex.

"Hey."

The sound of your voice beside him made his eyes open, his heart racing as you smiled. He hadn’t even heard your footsteps. When he tried to sit up, you pushed him to lay back down. The sugary scent that lingered on your skin from the shop had him licking his lips as you moved on top of him. But instead of your normal work clothes and apron, you wore a sundress.

One that was dangerously riding up your hips as you straddled him.

And he was too in awe to stop you.

“How did you get back here?” he whispered, not at all upset that you managed to sneak into the room.

“Steve let me in,” you whispered back, framing his face. He couldn’t decide where to place his hands. He wanted them all over you. “I had a break and couldn’t wait to see you.”

“You saw me last night,” he smirked as you leaned down, your lips dangerously close to his. “Not that I’m complaining.”

While the guys heard all about you and expected to meet you at some point, no one thought you would rush into the shop the way you had. You didn’t know it yet, but they all had a soft spot for you because of Bucky. Even if they didn’t, not a single one of them would’ve put up with how your dick of an ex spoke to you. Respect meant everything in their establishment and any man who talked down to someone the way he had with you had no right to be there.

The fucker made you cry, but I wiped that smug look off his face just for you.

“Too long to wait,” you smiled, your breath skimming his mouth. It paralyzed him as he waited to see what you would do next. “And I know our date isn’t until Friday, but I want to kiss you now.”

“Why do you wanna kiss me?” he smiled because yours was contagious.

“Because I want to thank you.”

“You don’t need to,” he promised. He’d stick up for you no matter what the situation called for. Call him smitten or a decent guy, that was just how he was.

“I want to. I also want to kiss you because you’re pretty. And, yes, you are pretty because I say so,” you teased, which earned an almost bashful smile from him. He was far from pretty, but any sort of compliment from you meant the world. “But mainly because you’re a good man and deserve a kiss.”

“Just a kiss?” he asked as he did his best to keep his hips still. You didn’t just deserve the best date, but you deserve a gentleman as well. Fuck, did he want you though and the things he wanted to do to you were far from innocent. He wondered if you felt through his jeans just how much he did.

“Just a kiss. For now,” you said, closing the gap between the two of you.

There was no hunger or desperation when your tongue slipped past his lips. Even when he deepend the kiss, you didn’t rush. It was soft and tender, but held the promise of something more just like your first kiss had. He wasn’t just a moth drawn to your flame. He carried the fuel and wanted to douse you in it.

Bucky craved to be the one who brought your fire to the surface until it consumed you both.

“Am I dreaming?” he exhaled, finally gripping your hips when you dragged your lips along his face. The featherlight motions were enough to drive him mad, tempting him to flip you over so he could explore your body properly. No, he needed to let you stay in control for now. “Sugar, you’re killing me.”

“And what a way to go, Hottie. So, shut up and take my kisses,” you giggled.

He chuckled as you smothered him with your lips and he took the opportunity to hold you closer. It felt right to have you in his arms. He couldn’t recall the last time he fell for someone so quickly, if ever. What if that scared you?

What if he scared you?

“It’s time to wake up, Bucky,” you whispered in his ear. “I’ll see you soon.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed as you faded from his arms. “Sugar?” he asked. Where did you go?

“Buck, you need to get up!”

Steve’s shout startled Bucky awake and it was a miracle he didn’t fall off the couch. His heart pounded before he realized he had been dreaming. You weren’t in the back room with him. You hadn’t smothered him with gentle kisses.

He was all alone.

“What the fuck?” he whispered, tossling his hair as he sat up.

Figures. It was just a dream, but I’m glad I had it.

“You okay?” Steve asked as he carefully approached his friend. “Hey, I wasn’t trying to scare you. Called your name a couple of times and that didn’t do the trick. Didn’t think I should touch you either.”

“I’m fine. Thanks,” Bucky huffed a little. Both of them had their share of nightmares after being overseas. Steve wouldn’t have yelled his name if he thought something was wrong, so he must’ve appeared peaceful enough. Peace. That was what you gave him, even if his jeans felt a little tighther and uncomfortable.

“You need a minute?” the blonde smirked when Bucky adjusted a bit.

“Why did you wake me?” he replied, avoiding his question. The guys knew well enough how crazy he was about you and didn’t need to know he was dreaming about you in the shop. “I’m sure it was extremely important.”

“Because your client should be here in a few minutes and I wanted to make sure you didn’t sleep through the appointment. So, yeah, extremely important.”

With a nod, Bucky slowly got to his feet. “Space is already cleaned and disinfected. Stencil’s done, too,” he said. He liked to prepare as much as he could and they prided themselves on having a clean and safe workspace. “Um, Sugar hasn’t stopped by, has she?”

Steve shook his head. “No, she hasn’t,” he answered, giving Bucky a small smile when he frowned. He knew all about the date. “But Friday is just around the corner if you don’t see her before then.”

He tried not to feel disappointment and swore he could still smell the sugary scent of you in the air. It must’ve lingered on the couch from when you were there the night before. He wished he could have that smell on his pillows and sheets. “I like her.”

“I know you do. We all do,” Steve said, leaning against the wall. “We even told Hal he wasn’t allowed to go into the bakery out of fear that she’d fall for his charm,” he added with a wink.

I’m charming, too.

“No, punk,” he said, not wanting to be more vulnerable than he already had. “I really like her.”

The playful look on Steve’s face fell, replaced with something softer. “I know, jerk. And I think she really likes you, too. So be the good guy we know you are and sweep her off her feet.”

That’s exactly what Bucky planned to do.

Bucky, our hearts are yours! Check out more of Hottie and Sugar wiht Sweet and Strong. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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urfavssins · 4 months ago

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fuck it. Each of the bachelors (the bachelorettes) from Stardew Valley (even my love Elliot) have sinned, because as much as I love them they are still human.

If you'd like them posted separately please send another ask! I'm feelin a little lazy, which is why they're all clumped.

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 months ago

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#sebastian stan #seb stan #sebastianstan #sebstan #sexy seabass #in sebastian we stan #sexy sea bass #guilty as sin?

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anto-pops · 2 years ago

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A New Frame of Mind - Sebastian Sallow x Female! Reader

Summary: Sebastian doesn't always wear his glasses, but when he does, you make sure you're there for the occasion. Today was one of those rare days.

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian wearing his glasses turns you on big time, so you decide to go fool around in the Restricted Section instead of studying.

(For those confused, allow me to direct your attention to exhibits A, B, and C)

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, rough sex

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 !

Sebastian was wearing his glasses again.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; his vision had progressively worsened since your fifth-year, due in large part to his affinity for holding his books mere inches from his nose. He was always reading, especially with the looming threat of your N.E.W.T’s around the corner, which was precisely why the two of you found yourselves in the library on a Saturday afternoon instead of at The Three Broomsticks.

You weren’t really complaining, though. Not when you got to watch Sebastian dutifully scan his textbooks, jotting down notes in the margins, and occasionally pushing the slippery frames up his nose. It was a rather cute sight, to be completely honest, and you loved getting to see him like this. Sebastian would sooner be caught dead in a hole than wear his glasses in public, opting to squint across the classroom as opposed to just using the damn things.

You were grateful that you didn’t factor into the percentage of people Sebastian wanted to hide his glasses from. He looked far too attractive with them on for you to begin fathoming not getting to see him wearing them.

Propping your elbow on the table, you leaned forward to stare harder at your boyfriend, appreciative of his wicked-focus on his notes. Sebastian didn’t have a problem with you watching him– quite the opposite in fact– but when he was studying this hard, he would get a really cute little line between his eyebrows, and sometimes he would unconsciously pout. He was the most interesting to observe when he wasn’t thinking about what sort of face he was making.

Today was definitely a pouting day. You wondered briefly what subject he was looking over and if there were any way for you to help him, but if asking ran the risk of breaking Sebastian’s concentration, then you wouldn’t get to look at that face anymore. So, all too selfishly, you stayed quiet to enjoy the way the lazy afternoon sunlight streamed through the window and played over Sebastian’s tanned, freckled skin.

There was a slight downside to staring at someone like Sebastian Sallow for too long, though. Especially when he was wearing his damn glasses.

You shifted silently in your seat, all too aware of the slick pooling between your clenched thighs, and you readjusted yourself so you weren’t as stiff. It was only going to worsen from here on out, so you figured you might as well get comfortable while you shamelessly ogled the man.

As Sebastian studied, he slipped his hand through his hair, the furrow between his brows deepening as he reconsidered and crossed out whatever phrase he’d jotted down. All the while you just continued watching him, memorizing how he looked and how he loosely gripped his quill, his thoughts clearly flying through his head faster than his hand could keep up.

Unexpectedly, Sebastian sat up in his chair, closing his textbook with a groan and raking his hands through his hair once again. He slouched down in his seat, spreading his legs under the table and lacing his fingers over the back of his neck. His eyes were closed behind the thin, black frames, so he had yet to catch on to your staring. Licking your lips nervously, you scooted your chair closer and asked him, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian sighed, seemingly deflating as the words left him. “Just bored.”

You hummed vaguely, scanning his laid-back position with greedy eyes. He somehow managed to look more attractive with his relaxed posture, and the put-upon sigh he huffed out was what finally broke your composure.

“We could take a break,” you offered with a low, sultry voice. The promising inflection in your tone had Sebastian’s eyes flying open to fix on you, and you flushed under his burning stare. “I kind of want to get you off.”

There was a brief silence that followed your declaration, and Sebastian arched a brow at you, swallowing thickly as the weight of your statement settled over him. “Oh?”

“You look really good today,” you mumbled across from him. “Makes me want to touch you, to be honest.”

Sebastian continued to stare unblinkingly at you– something skin to surprise etching across his features– and then he was smiling coyly at you. “Okay.”

With far too much enthusiasm, you stood from your seat, charming away your own books and quills in a flash, and Sebastian laughed at the blatant way you rushed to abandon your studying. The sound and the way the corners of his eyes crinkled only served to spur you into action faster, gesturing at the table for him to do the same, and as soon as he was ready you rounded the table to grab his hand. Tugging him along behind you, you all but dragged Sebastian towards the iron gates of the Restricted Section, releasing him momentarily to unlock the entryway before his hand was back in yours.

There were a few students holed up in the Library at this time of day, but most of them had bunkered down on the second level— as far away from Madame Scribner as they could get. It made it all too easy to slip inside the off-limits corridor and hurry past the statues of armor that lined the walls. Sebastian kept pace behind you, grinning like an idiot from the giddy anticipation that now burned like a fire in his gut.

You descended the final staircase into what you and Sebastian had deemed the ‘safe-zone’ and practically body-slammed him against the wall, your lips crashing together in a flurry of teeth and tongue while you frantically began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Sebastian caved to you instantly, letting you take control while he reveled in your sudden change in attitude. What the hell had you been plotting while upstairs?

The wet sounds of the kiss filled the room, and you only broke away once you reached the last clasp on his top, pulling back to hastily slip the material off his shoulders. Sebastian leaned back to shrug the fabric away, gazing down at you with equal parts curiosity and mischievousness glimmering in his eyes. The expression had you pausing your ministrations to stare back, because with those fucking glasses on his face, it looked ten-times more seductive than normal.

Swearing softly under your breath, you dove back in for another heated kiss. You slipped your tongue between his lips, sighing at the way Sebastian wrapped his arms around you, trailing his gentle fingers up your spine, then through your hair. His nails scraped against your scalp, knowing exactly what buttons to push to get you worked up into a frantic, needy mess.

Rather than allowing yourself to get distracted, however, you swallowed a moan and nipped lightly at his lips, ducking your head to mouth wetly against the sensitive column of his throat. Sebastian’s head tipped back against the wall with a heavy thunk, and he groaned when you bit down to work a mark into the skin, his hips rocking deliciously against yours as he sought out more stimulation.

You huffed against his pulse, moving to suck another light mark over his collarbone while simultaneously pulling your hips away from Sebastian’s to begin unbuttoning his trousers. The flaps were flicked to the side, and you wasted little time stuffing your hand right into his briefs, wrapping your fingers around his length and stroking him the best that you could with what little room there was to work with. You heard Sebastian gulp, and his breathing picked up as he rocked further into your warm, inviting hand.

The attention wasn’t nearly enough for you, though. You nuzzled briefly into the crook of Sebastian’s shoulder, eyeing the darkening bruises you’d branded him with before you made your way lower down his body. Impatiently, you dragged your mouth down the slender lines of his chest, his stomach, then his hips. As you dropped to your knees, you shucked down Sebastian’s pants and underwear, giving him just enough space to help you shimmy the material around his thighs before you were sidling right up against his front.

“What’s got you so– ah,” Sebastian gasped, cut off by the feeling of your lips wrapping around the head of his cock. You fought a smile and began stroking him, bobbing your head on his length, taking him deeper and humming in amusement at the guttural sounds that fell from his parted lips. The way his cock tasted against your tongue drove you wild with lust, and you brazenly leaned forward to bury your nose in the sparse collection of hair below his navel.

Up until then, Sebastian’s hands had been hovering uselessly in mid-air– but then you swallowed around him– and his trembling fingers were scraping through your hair to gather the strands in his clenched fists. It was as if his body couldn’t decide what to do; his hips twitched back against the wall in a vain attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but his vice grip on your head held you firmly in place on his cock.

“Fuck–” he gasped again, his strained voice effectively amplifying the storm that waged in your blood. “You’re trying to kill me.”

Sebastian heard and felt your throaty chuckle around his pulsing shaft, which in turn pulled another sinful moan from his lips. His vision flared white when you flattened your tongue along the underside of his cock, poking the wet muscle past your lips to lave ever so softly against his balls, and the telling buck of his hips against your chin had you gagging loudly on him. When you peered up at Sebastian through your tear-riddled lashes, those lust-dark eyes were already fixed on you, and the keening sound that ripped from his throat when you held his gaze had you genuinely concerned that you would be discovered.

Eventually, Sebastian’s hold on your scalp lessened, allowing you to pull off of his cock with a deep, rattling breath. You were able to get a good look at him as you sat back on your heels; he was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, the rich color spreading from his freckled face all the way down to his equally freckled chest. His soft lips were swollen red from his teeth worrying them non-stop, and his hair was mussed into a shaggy mess atop his head.

Best of all was the reverent way Sebastian gazed down at you through his slightly crooked glasses, and Merlin’s beard– you doubted you would ever get enough of his face. Not in a thousand years.

You dragged your palms over the exposed bit of his thighs, relishing in the shivers the action pulled from him. Sebastian squirmed against the wall, removing one of his hands from your hair to adjust his lopsided frames, and there was no way he missed the way your eyes seemed to follow the action. “Why are you staring like that?”

“I already told you,” you muttered up at him, languidly stroking his cock to replace the warmth from your mouth. Sebastian shuddered at the feeling, his eyes rolling shut, and you abandoned your one-sided staring contest to place a wet, lingering kiss to the swollen tip of his length. Given the intensity of the drawn out moan Sebastian let loose, you rewarded the sound with another chaste press of your lips before adding, “You look good today.”

“Is it– hah–” You cut him off with a sudden jerk of your hand, and as you twisted your hand around the head of his cock, his head fell back against the wall pitifully. “Gods– is it your fucking glasses kink again?”

You only pursed your lips and squinted up at him, but Sebastian knew he was right. He had the audacity to look smug about it too, adjusting his glasses slightly and grinning down at you, so rather than reply, you opted to wrap your mouth around him again and returned to your original task.

As you moved, you focused intently on tracing the thick veins along his shaft with your tongue, committing every stuttered breath and tiny groan to memory. What you didn’t brazenly stuff in your mouth, you stroked instead, your fingers pressing and urging Sebastian closer to the edge of bliss. He grit his teeth together to fend off his looming release when he felt your hand scratch thin, light stripes down his hip, the stinging pleasure making his stomach tense as shivers danced down his spine.

The distinct sound of the gates to the Restricted Section rattling filtered down the corridor behind you, and you pulled off of him to listen closely. Sebastian froze against the wall, the panicked look on his face quickly overshadowed by keen interest, and you knew he had to be excited at the prospect of getting caught. You heard the faint clacking of someone’s heels against the stone floor upstairs, but eventually the footsteps faded, and you waited a full minute before you tore your eyes away from the dark stairwell to glance up at Sebastian.

He was already watching you with rapt intrigue; his face was flushed incredibly dark, lips parted around the soft breaths he took, and you could have sworn there was a bit of drool on his chin. Those enticing dark eyes of his were wet with pleasure behind his glasses, and as much as you loved messing with Sebastian, there was no way you could tease him for long when he looked this good.

You’d spent the better part of an hour eye-fucking him already. To say you were getting impatient was an understatement.

“I want to ride you,” you stated plainly from your kneeled position on the floor, and Sebastian nearly passed the fuck out from how hot the whole display was. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he wheezed out, reaching for you at the same time you began to rise to your full height. His hands gripped at the fabric of your blouse to haul you against him for a brutal kiss, swallowing your surprised yelp and delving his tongue into your mouth as he wound his fingers through your hair. He could still taste himself on your lips, and the rush he was getting from fooling around down here with you made the tension in his gut damn near unbearable.

You allowed Sebastian his fill of kisses, finding it all too easy to get lost in the feeling of his lips trailing along your jaw, then down your clammy throat. He nipped at your pulse once, twice, before sinking his teeth into your skin and soothing over the bite with his tongue. Despite your concerns about being caught, you moaned in earnest at the sting, digging your blunt nails into Sebastian’s shoulders in a bid to hold yourself upright.

His hold around you was suffocating, and in the end it was you who broke the kiss to fix your hungry gaze on him. “Sometime today would be nice, Sallow.”

As you pulled away from your boyfriend, your thigh ever so gently grazed over his cock, and the abrupt friction pulled a drawn out moan of your name from Sebastian’s throat. You made your way to the corner of the room where a small armchair and side-table were situated. With deft fingers, you began undoing the buttons of your own shirt as Sebastian hurriedly kicked his trousers down the remainder of the way before practically leaping into the seat, and you laughed at the bold way he got comfortable to watch you strip.

Sebastian’s eyes roved over your bare form as you removed more and more of your clothing, until all that was left was your undergarments. You flushed from the ferocity of his stare, but your need for him far outweighed your shyness, and your eyes never wavered from his as you slipped the thin, soaked cotton down your legs and kicked it aside.

With the grace of a dancer, you braced an arm on the back of the chair and lowered yourself into Sebastian’s lap, adoring the way his achingly hard length rubbed between your slick folds as you leaned forward to kiss him again. Sebastian’s hands flew to your hips to follow their steady rocking– groaning fervently against your lips as he fought the urge to hold you still and slam into you all at once.

This was a Merlin-sent gift. To see you so desperate and turned on, your eyes glazed over with lust and your demanding hands pulling him after you— his cock had been standing at attention from the moment you whispered your suggestion of a ‘break’ with that tell-tale voice of yours.

You broke away to breathe and tipped your forehead against Sebastian’s, and he took the opportunity to murmur under his breath, “Maybe I should wear these bloody things more often.”

“Maybe you should,” you agreed all too quickly.

Sebastian chuckled softly, affectionately brushing a few strands of hair out of your face before trailing his fingertips down your shoulder. “For you, I just might. I’m reluctant to soil my image so close to graduation, though.”

Laughing under your breath, you slipped your hand down Sebastian’s taut stomach, drawing shivers and light tremors from him as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. He shuddered at the contact, narrowing his eyes in anticipation as a bolt of heat pierced through him. You couldn’t fight the utterly devilish smile that stretched across your face, all too pleased with how blatantly infatuated Sebastian was by you, and you gave him a firm, teasing stroke that pulled a whine from his clenched teeth.

You leaned in closer to trace your tongue along the shell of his ear, playfully nibbling the lobe for a moment before all but purring against his temple, “I promise you, you’re not soiling a thing by wearing them. I happen to think you look rather dashing.”

Sebastian’s breathing hitched in his chest as you pulled back, and his eyelashes fluttered a little as you rose up on your knees to angle the head of his cock against your entrance. His fingertips dug into the skin of your waist as you started to sink down lower, and the feeling of the thick tip breaching your walls was enough to leave you gasping Sebastian’s name into the open air.

It took a bit of readjusting in the armchair to fully seat yourself on his cock, but once you had, the fullness that met you was tantamount to perfection. Your eyes rolled shut for a moment as a wave of pleasure shot through you, and you sighed loudly, the sound mixing with Sebastian’s keening moan as you rocked your hips down against his pelvis to garner more friction. “Merlin– that feels amazing, darling– you look so good, you have no idea.”

When you cracked your eyes open again, you were pleased to discover Sebastian watching you hungrily through the dark frames, his head tipped back against the seat in blatant satisfaction. The look he fixed you with imbued you with newfound vigor, and you possessively buried your hands in his shaggy hair to grip him tight as you brought yourself up on your knees. His cock stayed sheathed in your tight heat until only the tip remained, and his lips parted around an airy moan at the same time you began to torturously slide home once more.

Sebastian fully surrendered to your influence, allowing you to take the reins and set the pace from on top while he met your movements with tiny thrusts, keeping his eyes trained on your flushed face the entire time you got settled. You looked fantastic spread across him like this, rocking down onto him and leaving him twitching inside you at the feeling. The sharp bite of your nails against his scalp harmonized beautifully with his bruising grip on your hips, and you finally let a needy sound slip past your lips when Sebastian began kneading at the shapely swell of your ass.

The angle was impressively good, the precariousness of your position adding to the steadily mounting pressure in your gut. Your nerves were on fire after a few shaky passes– your achingly warm walls squeezing around Sebastian’s cock from the adrenaline of your predicament– and it wasn’t long before you were riding him in short, deep thrusts and whimpering for him, every muscle in your body tight and shaking. His length jammed against your sweet spot in a way you had never felt before– thick and hot inside of you– and you couldn’t help but whine for Sebastian as you sped up and shifted your feet so you could drop lower on to his cock.

“Fuck–” Your name tumbled from Sebastian’s lips suddenly, his hands slipping away from your rear to hold your hips stable on top of him as he murmured huskily, “Does it feel good, darling?”

Your mind was fucking reeling from the never-ending slew of sensations that ran through your trembling body, so all you could manage in the heat of the moment was a shaky nod. Something about the way you were essentially massaging your sweet spot with the head of Sebastian’s cock left you dripping onto his lap, and he took your silence as his cue to thrust up deeper into your pulsing heat. Your shrill voice filled the room as you cried out, the threat of being caught momentarily forgotten, and you arched into Sebastian’s chest as you were left boneless and shivering in his strong arms.

“S-Sebastian, shit, I can’t–”

One of your hands flew from Sebastian’s messy hair to clamp down over your mouth– your eyes pinching shut as he dug his fingers into your hips and used what leverage he could find to pound his cock up into you. The force of it had your legs quaking on either side of him, the rough, fast, thrusts reducing you to a mewling, keening mess, and Sebastian reached up to tug your hand away from your face so he could steal your lips in a brazen kiss.

All too easily, you melted against him. Sebastian’s tongue was demanding as it tangled with your own, swallowing every brainless whimper you let slip and pressing you tighter to him. The weight of your body settling on his balls drew a sharp gasp from him– your legs officially giving out under you as the muscles in your thighs burned from exertion.

You tried one more time to raise yourself up, only to fail miserably, the violent tremors that wracked your lower half reverberating against Sebastian in a way that made him fucking ravenous with need. “It’s alright, love. Hold onto me,” he instructed, and you obediently wound your arms around his neck.

Sebastian held you flush to his chest as he sat forward, standing up swiftly before turning the two of you over so that you were now the one sitting in the armchair. There was a lapse in movement as you got situated, Sebastian’s hands assertively moving you around until your legs had been thrown over his shoulders and you were bent effectively in half. His cock had stayed sheathed in you the entire time, but once he started moving again, the sensation of being filled amplified tenfold now that you were folded in on yourself.

Mercifully, Sebastian didn’t wait long to resume his thrusting again, working back up to his rough, unrelenting pace, pulling your hips around until he was hitting that magic spot deep within you with every pass of his thick cock.

“Fuck–” you gasped, your nails clawing blindly at Sebastian’s hands on your waist as you writhed back against his aggressive tempo. “More. Please Sebastian, harder.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Everything next happened all at once. Sebastian gingerly trailed a hand up one of your legs, pressing a wet kiss against the side of your knee when his fingers grazed the sensitive area. He slipped off his glasses to deftly perch the frames on your nose, and you blinked blearily up at him. You barely found the time to process the change in your vision before Sebastian knocked your knees apart so they were spread further atop his shoulders. Then he railed his cock into you, holding you still with bruising strength while you shivered and cried out under him.

Sebastian choked on a groan at the mere sight of you. Maybe things were a little fuzzy without his glasses on, but he could plainly see how absolutely wrecked you looked. Your hands were fitfully grabbing at the upholstery of the chair as your elbows pushed you up in vain attempts to arch into his unforgiving rhythm. The bright flush across your face spread to your neck and chest as your breath came in shorter, faster gasps, and you angled your head to the side in a bid to bury your shameless noises into your shoulder.

That wouldn’t do. Not after all your bold-faced teasing and staring earlier.

He dug his nails into your hips and bucked harder, taking one of his hands from your waist to wind his fingers through your disheveled hair. You were forced to look at Sebastian as he tugged your head upright, heat erupting in your core as he greedily drank in the fucked-out sight of you.

“Merlin, just look at you. Is this what you wanted?” He punctuated the question with a particularly rough snap of his hips, and his cock brushed deliciously against the mind-numbing spot deep inside of you. You moaned unabashedly, and Sebastian grinned wickedly, leaning down to frantically bite at your lips while he chased his impending finish. “You’re doing so good, darling. Watching you ride me like that– you looked so fucking perfect, all of you.”

Gods, you were losing yourself. Everything felt overwhelmingly sublime; Sebastian’s hand tangled in your hair while the other gripped you so hard, you were certain it would leave crescent shaped nail marks on your hip. His sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip, and you found yourself trying to follow his face as he pulled back to speed up his pumping.

Your stomach was rolling over on itself with pleasure, your climax wrought tight like a wire in your gut, and you didn’t think you’d ever wanted to come so bad in your life. Sebastian just drank in every detail of your contorted body beneath him, watching how his thick cock looked fucking nailing your tight cunt– pulling out almost entirely before he would stuff you full again. Between that, your growing sounds, and the new addition of his glasses on your face, Sebastian was teetering on the brink of insanity. He was so close, but he wanted to get you there before himself, so he released your leg to roughly plant his thumb over your clit, rubbing titillating circles over the swollen nub until you were practically sobbing in ecstasy.

Just as it started to look like you were going to pass out, your breathless noises grew louder until you were wailing Sebastian’s name, wriggling and rutting your hips back as you begged mindlessly for him to keep going. He jerked your head to the side again, his glasses slipping down your nose so that your foggy, half-hooded eyes were peering up at him over the frames, and that was as much as he could take.

Everything started to blur together in frantic, insistent waves, your moans growing louder and your toes curling harder, and when Sebastian let out a broken, mind-blown gasp of your name and ground into you roughly, that tight wire in your gut finally snapped.

You came with stars dancing in your eyes, your ears ringing and damn near every muscle in your body tensing as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Sebastian felt you go rigid for all of a second before you relaxed into a twitching, moaning mess against him, and the way your slick heat constricted and pulsed around him was enough to send him spiraling over the edge with you.

Sebastian’s pace faltered, a shaky groan ripping from his throat as he gave you a few deep, grinding thrusts, slamming unevenly into you as he curled over to nestle his head in the crook of your neck. He mouthed blindly at your collarbone, and you felt the brunet’s cock twitch inside of you as he emptied his load deep in your walls, the minute feeling dragging airy whimpers from your lips.

It took you both a while to come off the euphoric high, your bodies all too content to float forever on those waves of pure rapture. But once Sebastian had and he was lifting himself off of you, you cracked your eyes open to find him grinning down at you, a goofy sort of tenderness reflecting in his eyes. He was still catching his breath, but he immediately took to running his broad hands over the plane of your stomach, soothing away any lingering tension and murmuring quiet ‘I love you’s down at you.

Your brain steadily returned to Earth and your hands joined Sebastian’s, lacing your fingers together as you sighed contentedly.

“You’re a fucking work of art,” he murmured with that low-timbred, raspy voice that had you swallowing around a lump in your throat. “You’re absolutely amazing, you know that, right?”

He bent over you to lovingly kiss away any unintelligible replies you would likely muster, smoothing your hair out of your face before he let his cock slide free from your sensitive walls. The hollow ache was apparent, and you instantly missed having him sheathed in you so deeply. Ever the chivalrous boyfriend, Sebastian sat you up in the armchair and gently slipped his lopsided glasses off of your face.

Oh. You’d almost forgotten he put those on you.

“I think I’m beginning to understand what you meant about these now,” he practically mused down at you with a cheshire-like smile. “You looked really hot getting fucked with them on.”

Your voice returned to you then in the form of a sharp bark of laughter that echoed off the walls of the small room, and you shook your head in disbelief at the naked man, who was now collecting your scattered clothing off of the floor. “This wasn’t what I meant in the slightest, but it was certainly an added bonus, I’ll admit.”

Sebastian passed you your jumbled up uniform with a coy smirk playing on his face, and you took the pile of fabric from him with a questioning expression. “You really expect me to believe that at no point did you consider something like this happening? I only felt your eyes on me the entire time we were upstairs studying– you’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

Caught red handed, you stammered for a moment in a feeble attempt to come up with a retort– to deny having secretly wanted this exact scenario to play out from the moment Sebastian started wearing glasses. You failed— your ability to formulate words vanishing conveniently the one moment you needed it the most, and Sebastian looked far too pleased with himself for your liking.

Pouting rather immaturely, you started redressing yourself in the armchair and begrudgingly muttered, “It didn’t play out exactly as I thought… I thought I could stay on top longer. I think I need to start exercising more– my legs were jelly after two minutes.”

“Well I think you outdid yourself. That chair was rather small to begin with–”

A shrill, grating, all too familiar voice bounced down the dark corridor leading up the steps, silencing you both in an instant as your heart began hammering in your chest. “My oh my, what’s this I see?” Peeves descended through the ceiling, the sight of his obnoxious blue hat making your stomach churn with anxiety. “Sebastian Sallow and his lady friend somewhere they shouldn’t be.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You realized dimly that the Poltergeist was getting one hell of a free show a little too late, and you threw your skirt up to cover your exposed breasts as you flushed a brilliant shade of red. Sebastian’s expression contorted into one of anger, and he boldly squared his shoulders at the self-proclaimed tattletale of Hogwarts. “Peeves, I swear on Merlin’s name I’ll blast you with every spell I know until one hits if you don’t get the hell out of here now.”

Peeves threw his hands up in mock surrender, but the troublesome glint in his corporeal eyes told you exactly what the ghost would never outright say. You were fucked. “Sebastian Sallow threatens Peeves with a hex, when all Peeves did was catch him having sex. Perhaps Professor Black should be made aware… naughty children, tampering with the locks, just to come down here and play with his co–”

“Oh bugger off you damned poltergeist! We’ll take the detentions, just shut the hell up and get out of here!”

Peeve’s rancorous laughter reverberated off the stone walls, making your hair stand on end in anticipatory dread as he did a handful of flips midair, then shot through the ceiling. His distant taunts of “I’m going to tell, I’m going to tell,” had you and Sebastian frozen in place for a long, heavy moment. Then he turned to look at you, his eyes now dark and swirling with anger behind his glasses, and his chest heaved visibly as he sucked in a deep, calming breath.

It didn’t look like it calmed him down very much, though.

“I don’t know what I’m more pissed about,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “The weeks worth of detentions we just bought ourselves, or the fact that Peeves saw you naked.” The hand not holding his clothes curled into a fist at his side, and the muscle in his jaw ticked. “I’m leaning more towards the latter.”

You almost wanted to laugh. Almost. Instead, you dressed yourself alongside Sebastian in tense silence, doing your best to psych yourself up for the brutal scolding you knew you were bound to receive from Professor Weasley. This was likely not what she’d had in mind when she told you to focus on your studies with Sebastian.

You silently cursed the damned poltergeist. You also cursed Sebastian’s stupid, sexy glasses, just for extra measure.

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