Sebastian Sallow x Reader Collection

I Needed This

You gestured towards the fire he was cooking with, "Think it'll be a while on that? For it to be any good anyways?"

He shrugged, leaning back with his palms flat to the ground, "Always does."

"Is there anything you think we need to do in the meantime?" You were hoping the answer was no. You really just wanted to rest with your thoughts for a while.

A strange look showed up on his face, you couldn't quite make out what was going through his head.

"Nothing that is mandatory."

Your brows creased in confusion as you stared at him.

"Okay... is there something else?"

He chewed his lower lip in thought before meeting your gaze, brown eyes boring into yours.

"It's been a long time we've been doing this; moving every week; forced into solitude. I'm not who I used to be. I'm starting to wonder how much longer I can control myself. As a man."

You sat there for a few moments, trying to wrap your brain around what he just said and what the meaning was. He couldn't possibly be insinuating what you thought he was. It's not like he was a wild animal.

You drank in his figure once again, attention on the way his arms bulged at the seams of his sleeves and how his calves did the same. You felt vulgar looking him up and down, but couldn't miss the unmistakable tightness that was now in the front of his trousers..

The corners of his lips curled up in a smug expression as he could tell he got you thinking. He stood up and moved to stand over you were you sat partially inside of the tent.

He squatted down in front of you and reached a hand forward to your cheek, you couldn't stop yourself from leaning into his rough palm.

"You've stayed with me this whole time. You're not doing it for yourself, you're doing it for me. If you're here for me," his thumb ran across your lip, spreading some of the wetness across them, "I need more."

He tightened his grip on you and yanked your head forward, crushing his lips to yours. It was sloppy and harsh as he shifted his position to where he was hovering over you, you kissed him back desperately.

You felt the hot air of him chuckling softly over your lips as he placed a knee between your legs. He carefully, but roughly brought it up to your cunt and you whined embarrassingly.

"That's what I thought," he muttered, releasing your face which forced you down to the tent floor as his weight was on top of you, "take these clothes off. I want to see everything. Please." His voice was a growl and it was clear he wasn't really asking.

You couldn't deny the heat that had built between your legs from his sudden actions. You had longed to be with him, even if this isn't how you expected it to be.

He hardly gave you the chance to do it yourself before he started peeling off your jacket, unbuttoning your blouse, and unhooking the tattered camisole underneath it all that hardly covered your bust.

He groaned as he pressed his face into your chest, putting an arm behind your back to force it into an arch.

" ' so fuckin' beautiful. So soft and perfect."

He held you firmly, listening to your noises of approval while he kissed the tender flesh, using his other hand to squeeze where his mouth wasn't. You gasped an clung to him when he started to bite into your flesh, it was painful but felt incredible all at the same time.

"Sebastian," you whimpered.

"I'm going to ruin you," his word were muffled a he moved his assault up to your neck, leaving a trail of markings on you as he went. You could feel his excitement up against your thigh and you rutted against his body desperately.

He tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth, "Be careful with what you ask for."

Your desire, your want, your need didn't need to be spoken for as he felt how you reacted to such small touch. He couldn't wait to hear you screaming for him, begging for more before begging him to stop because it's so intense.

He sat back and hoisted your body into the tent all the way, allowing the flaps closed and casting a wandless silencio. He didn't need this to be the reason he got caught, no, not as much as he was going to need you after this.

He shrugged out of his layers as quickly as possible, you not hesitating to touch every inch of him. You traced the planes of his muscles, running your fingers over his collar bones and down to hardened nipples.

He hissed at your touch, struggling to get his boots off followed by his pants and underwear off quickly enough. There he was, completely exposed to you. His cock was red and dripping. As you trailed your eyes up his body, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

He tossed your shoes to the side and tugged your pants and undergarments down to your ankles. Now that you were exposed to him, you felt embarrassment as he gazed down at you, as much as you felt lust.

He took a few moments to drink you in before he started heated kisses with you again, exploring your mouth with his tongue while your raked your nails over his taught skin.

"Fuck, Y/N, I've been thinking about this everyday," he slid a hand up your thigh, over your sopping lips to spread the liquid around before harshly shoving a finger inside of you.

He let out a dark laugh at the way you clenched and writhed beneath him with so little inside of you.

"This pussy's so tight and it's all mine. My cock is a lot bigger than this so I hope your ready to be full." He added another finger as he emphasized each word and it took your breath away. It was something you hadn't realized you'd been missing, but with every touch of his you craved more.

The tent filled with wet sloshing as he fucked you with his fingers, painfully slow and hard. You tried to keep your mouth on his to quiet your sounds, but he refused to let you hide them.

He sat back on his heels to watch how your face contorted and breasts bounced with every movement he made. He stroked himself with his free hand, a smirk on his face when he added his thumb to your clit.

"Nobody's ever touched you like this have they? You waited for me, but I can't go easy on you."

You begged him to be inside of you, tortured listening to his soft groans between his words. You wanted to be the one making him feel good.

"Please Sebastian. I want you, I want your cock." You cried out at the sudden loss of contact when he took his digits away, he watched you move your hips toward the air for a few moments, taking in how badly you needed him.

He positioned himself between your legs, a bruising grip on your things as he spreads your leg further, taking in the sight to line his cock up with your entrance.

He slid into you slowly, torturing you both while he sat back on his knees before losing control of himself. He pounded into you, hands and mouth all over your body, he needed to taste and touch every inch of you. When you reached between your bodies to touch your own clit, he grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"You want to cum, too, don't you, you slut. You're all mine, so I'll let you cum just for me."

He put more of his weight on you now with one hand holding yours down and the other rubbing aggressive circles on your sensitive button. He fucked you raw, sweaty bodies clinging together, partial kisses on each other's lips and necks, while you both felt your orgasm's coming up fast.

You wrapped your legs around him, pinning him to you and he felt the tight feeling he'd harbored for so long explode as he painted your thighs with his seed. You were right behind him as he collapsed against you, you must have been cutting his back open with your grip. His hands hung limply against your soft, wet skin as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

"I wanted to do that for so long," he whispered against your neck.