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“Take off your clothes (Y/N).” He glared at you, staring you down until you did as he asked. Slowly you removed your cloak and uniform, taking your time to tease him. You could tell he was frustrated with you. You discarded your clothes next to his bed, leaving you in your underwear, a matching white set. His eyes roamed your body, hungry for more.
“All of it.” He demanded; you raised an eyebrow. You weren’t going to let him have you that easily.
“No. If you want it you need to take it.” You challenged, knowing how Sebastian worked, he wanted you to be pliant and take what he’d give you. Not today, not after earlier. You were going to make him work for it.
Throwing you onto his bed, frustration coursed through his veins at the smirk upon your lips.
“Is this what you wanted?” He barked. “Is this why you’ve been a bitch all day?” He asked, flipping you onto your front, making quick work of undoing your bra, ripping it from your body. Quickly he straddled your legs, pinning you to the bed.
“Sebastian, I-.” You went to speak, but he cut you off by slapping his hand down onto your arse, turning your words into a moan.
“No. You don’t speak, I don’t want to hear you make a sound. You’ve said enough.” You fell silent, you could feel your underwear becoming soaked from his actions. A few more well-placed slaps and you were mewling under him. He shuffled up the bed slightly, leaning forward to grab your hair and pull your head back, pressing his lips up to your ear.
“Are you going to be good for me?” He asked calmly, it wasn’t normal. He was never this calm, he was normally ravenous. You thought for a moment about saying yes.
“No.”
“Wrong choice.” Sebastian removed himself from on top of you, keeping a tight grip on your hair and using it to pull you onto your hands and knees, head over the side of the bed. He undid his belt using one hand, whipping it off and discarding it across the room. The sound that it made as it hit the floor made you flinch slightly.
“Are you scared love?” He teased; you shook your head, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. You could see the hunger in his eyes, it was like he wanted to devour you.
“Unbutton them.” He motioned to his trousers, his bulge was obvious, being trapped in the tight material. Leaning on your elbows, you worked to unbutton them as quickly as you could, feeling yourself becoming more soaked by the second.
Once the button was free, you shimmied his trousers down to his ankles taking his underwear with them. His cock popped free from its fabric prison, bobbing slightly in front of you. You glanced up at him again, he looked back and raised an eyebrow. You pursed your lips together, a refusal. Your reaction only served to make him more frustrated, with his hand still in your hair he moved your mouth just above his cock.
“Are you trying to piss me off more?” He asked, a dark tone taking over. You smirked again, biting your lip as you looked at his cock. It was long and thick; a couple of veins present on the top. Perfect.
Sebastian took his opportunity as you released your lip from your teeth, opening your mouth slightly. He surged forwards, forcing his cock in, groaning at the feeling of your velvety mouth wrapping around him.
“Shit, your mouth feels so good love.” He moaned out, thrusting in and out as if it was his life at stake. His thrusts began to get rougher, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly but he wouldn’t stop. Not until he’d gotten what he wanted from you. You gripped the backs of his thighs, holding on as he used your mouth for his pleasure until his thrust became uneven.
“I’m going to cum down your throat.” He moaned out, leaving no room for argument. He gripped your hair even tighter, forcing you down further onto his cock. His thrusts slowed and you felt a warmth fill your mouth and slide down your throat, a small amount escaping from the corners of your lips. He pulled his cock from your mouth, still semi-hard, releasing your hair from his hand. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb, gently pushing his cum back into your mouth as you swallowed it down.
“Are you ok?” He asked, his caring side shining through. You nodded, believing that he’d released most of his frustrations.
Before you could say anything Sebastian had his hands on your shoulders and pushed you onto your back. Climbing on top of you again, he played with the hem of your underwear, running his finger under the band and giving it a sharp snap against your hip. You let out a small moan and the pain, causing him to smirk.
“Shall I carry on?” He asked, an eyebrow raised awaiting your answer. You nodded softly. You’d expected him to pull your underwear down, instead, he pushed it to the side, exposing your soaking folds. He ran his finger through them in silence, toying with you, occasionally brushing a finger over your clit. You wriggled underneath him, trapped in by his legs on either side of you.
“Please Sebastian.” You moaned out, want him. He let out a small laugh.
“Why should I?” He asked seriously, staring at your lips. He wanted to kiss you, but he wanted you to earn it.
“Please.” You moaned in response, ready to beg for his cock.
“Not good enough.” He placed his tongue flat against your clit, licking in a fast up-and-down motion. You could barely control yourself, your hips moved in a way that you didn’t know they could, trying to generate more friction against his tongue. His hands wandered to your waist and gripped it tightly, holding you in place as he continued his assault on your clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace as your breathing picked up. Sebastian picked up on it too, bringing you to the cusp of orgasm only to take it away from you again. You moaned out, glaring at him for not giving you your release.
“Patience (Y/N), I’ll give you what you want.” He commented before diving back in between your fold. It became a cycle that felt like it went on for hours, he’d bring you right to the edge of orgasm only to take it away again. By the final time you were on the verge of tears.
“Please Sebastian.” You sniffed slightly, trying to contain your frustration. He grinned up at you from between your legs.
“Are you ready love?” He asked, giving you a chance to end everything there if it was too much. You nodded, wiping the corners of your eyes with the back of your hand as he pushed your legs into the position that he wanted.
He lined his cock up to your entrance, gently teasing you with his tip. He started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, groaning as he felt your warm, wet pussy engulf him.
“Fuck (Y/N).” He moaned out due to your tightness. His fingers returned to your clit, this time rubbing small circles instead of just toying with you. The lightest touch was enough to have you writhing under him, you were so close to your orgasm.
“Please Sebastian, can I cum?” You moaned out, his fingers driving you insane with the pleasure they were creating. He nodded, focussing on his fingers and thrusts, drawing you closer to your orgasm. He connected your lips in a passionate kiss, rubbing faster. After a moment, you finally orgasmed, it felt like your world had imploded from the intensity. You were barely able to string together a coherent thought.
Sebastian felt your walls contracting around him, your pussy suddenly becoming even slicker. He pushed you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure as well as chasing his own. He used your pussy for his own needs as your walls continued to spasm, letting out the occasional moan as he continued. Eventually, his thrusts began to falter, his moans echoing around the room.
His hips slowed, gently thrusting inside of you as he came. His breaths were heavy and he rested down on his forearms above you, slowly pulling his cock out. You looked down at him as he rested on top of you.
“I’m sorry for earlier.” You mumbled softly. Sebastian looked up at you, giving you a small smile.
“I’m sorry too. I know I’ve been an arse recently.” He replied, you knew his N.E.W.T’s were worrying him. He crawled up the bed to be level with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.
“Maybe I should piss you off more often.” You mentioned looking up at him, only half joking. His eyes glazed over slightly at the thought.
“Maybe you should.”