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Your first mistake was being left alone with Sebastian. There'd always been too much tension between the two of you, and after finding out that he wasn't dating Abigail, or Sam for that matter, he was fair game in your book, even if the longing glances that Alex threw his way were hard to ignore.
After a smoke sesh, and an impromptu movie night at your farmhouse, you find yourselves alone, high and horny.
It started out with a small kiss, innocent enough that you could blame the weed on it.
You'd pulled away from him, too fast, and laughed, nerves twisting up your insides.
"We probably shouldn't go any further. Not like your scrawny ass could handle me anyways."
Sebastian had never backed down from a challenge, and he had a handful of trophies to show for it, so as soon as the words left your mouth, he was determined to make you eat them, preferably after he ate you.
By the time Abigail had texted you she made it home safe, you were already topless, panting, and pushing Sebastian down on your couch, your phone and the end credits of the movie both long forgotten. He'd pulled his own shirt off and tossed it over your head, and by the time you removed it, his dick was out and standing at attention between you. You pressed down on his cock, earning a deep moan from him.
Getting up to pull down your pants, you take your place back in Sebastian's lap, moaning when you finally feel his bare skin on yours. He tries to slip inside, but you lift your hips so that they're just out of reach.
Sebastian moves faster than your mind could process. One minute, you're straddling him, taunting him, and the next minute, he's got you on your back, pushing you deep into the satiny sheets of your bed.
He looks at you, almost asking for permission, and you nod all too fast, needing to feel him dive inside.
You almost don't have the words for how Sebastian feels when he initially slides in, but the phrase holy fucking shit are thrown about in succession while you try to come to terms with the fact that your long time friend was finally splitting you open like you'd wanted for so long.
He leans down to kiss your neck, driving himself deeper while the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix just enough that you nearly confuse the pain for pleasure. Or maybe it was both, because you could feel your orgasm coming on embarrasingly fast.
"Look at you. You talk a lotta shit for someone who couldn't wait to cream on my dick"
Your jaw dropped, both in shock and in anticipation, in a hurry for Sebastian to shut his mouth and put it back on yours.
Instead of granting you your wish, he gave you his spit instead. Hot saliva coated your tongue, followed by his fingers, allowing him to open your mouth up nice and wide before he pulling them out and replacing them with his own tongue.
"What? Nothing to say? You were so cocky a few minutes ago," he smirks, fucking you into the mattress even harder than before.
You open your mouth to speak, but get cut off when his hand squeezes your throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make your pussy clench around him.
Sebastian wraps his hands around your waist, raising your body just enough to drive deeper inside you. He fucks you like that until he gets a certain look on his face, one that you know meant even more trouble.
He lifts you up, brings you to the edge of the bed, and sits down, forcing you into his lap. He slides back into you so fast, it nearly takes your breath away.
"Now, what were you saying about me not being able to handle you?" He thrusts up, fast and precise, before pulling out and back in. He grabs your chin and forces your head down to watch, all too pleased with himself. "I think I'm handling it pretty well, how 'bout you?"
Sebastian brings your body even closer to his, pressing your breasts into his own chest. He squeezes before letting you go, running his hands up and down your back as you shudder. He brings a hand to your lips, once again requesting access before you open wide, once again allowing him to push in slowly. He gathers enough saliva and brings a finger down to your clit, pressing gently before making those same tight circles that drove you crazy.
He goes faster, in the same calculated way he always did, but one look at the grin on his face and you could tell you were in for a long night. It was clear that you'd underestimated how strong someone so skinny could be, and that was your mistake. Sebastian wasn't all skin and bones, though; you'd caught glimpses of muscle whenever he manhandled your body as he owned it. He was getting off on tossing you around your bed like a rag doll, and it made you equally excited.
Your whimpers and moans get louder as he pulls pleasure from the depths of your body, almost overwhelming you completely. A ring of cream covers the base of his dick, getting thicker with each thrust. You're grateful that you don't have neighbors because if the moans being pulled out of your body didn't rouse them, the sounds coming from your slippery cunt would.
Your pussy flutters around Sebastian, getting closer and closer to the release he'd denied you all night. Before he completely pushes you over the edge, he pulls out, placing your body back on the bed and forcing you back into a deep arch.
"Now don't run this time, and maybe I'll let you cum," he emphasizes his words with a smack to your ass, laughing at the way you yelp at his actions.
"Just fuck me already," you push your backside into him, pleading for him to keep the momentum going. When he doesn't move, you turn your head, only to be met with his flushed face, staring down to where his dick should have been.
"I have a better idea," he starts before getting on his knees, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. "Hold still, okay?"
Sebastian hesitates for a minute, unsure of where to start, and for a second, he considers that maybe you were right, maybe he didn't know how to handle you, but he pushes the thought out of his mind just as fast as it had appeared and dove into your wetness headfirst. You pull away slightly, shocked by his actions and surprised at how warm his tongue felt on your already feverish body.
Times like this made you wish you had a mirror near your bed, or even eyes in the back of your head so you could watch as Sebastian tongue-fucked you, desperate and on his hands and knees to please you.
He experiments, taking note of what made you moan the loudest, and when you cursed as he swiped a finger over your clit while his tongue was inside you, he couldn't help but smile into your cunt.
You bury your face into the mattress, in the same spot that he made you soak earlier, but you're too far gone to be embarrassed or disgusted, because every flick of his tongue brought you closer and closer to seeing the same stars you made yourself see every night while you were fucking yourself to Sebastian's image.
You feel your knees buckle, but he uses his other hand to hold you how he wants you to be, his perfect doll to position how he pleases.
When he's sure you can hold yourself up, he brings his free hand to your ass, tracing around the ring of muscle before he tries to push a finger in. When you don't stop him, he pushes in further, causing you to moan even louder. He pulls your clit between his lips and sucks, and that's all it takes to push you over the edge. Before you know it, you're gushing all over his face, grinding all over it like you were in heat.
He takes it all, kneeling there like your perfect doll, until your body slows. He tries to take charge again, pushing you on your back, ready to fuck you like some slut he'd seen on page fifty of a porn site, but he softens when he sees how spent you look.
Sebastian pushes into you, slowly, inch by inch, until he bottoms out and grinds his pelvis into yours. You feel just about ready to tap out, but you're desperate to feel him empty inside you.
You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, so close that you can smell yourself on his breath. His mouth finds yours in a heated kiss, and you can feel his hips stutter as he tries to maintain his composure. You lift your hips up to meet his with every thrust, trying to pull him as deep into your body as possible, thinking that maybe he'd get lost inside you and not want to find his way out.
With a string of swears and your name on his lips, he cums, and you gasp as his warmth fills you up. His body tenses, and you trace your fingers along his spine while you feel him shudder against you. He sucks in a breath before pulling out and collapsing next to you.
"Well? Still think I can't handle you?" he breathes out before turning towards you.
"You did really good for a twig, Sebby," you dart your tongue out, and his eyes follow, and he's already ready for round two.
"I'm surprised you still have enough energy to talk. How about you come put your mouth to good use?"