Sebastian Sallow x Reader Collection

Locked In

You moved close enough to where your thighs pressed against on another and you leaned onto his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and gently rubbed across your arm.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't think there are any monsters in here."

"Monsters? Sebastian, you're literally touching me."

He shoved you lightly with his body and you realized how nice it felt to be so close. Your thoughts wandered to places you were certain were not appropriate for the current situation. You shifted in your seat attempting to hide the tugging of your trousers to adjust yourself.

You sat together for a long while and began to lose time, once or twice you had drifted to sleep against Sebastian, curling up against him and clinging to his robes. Every time you woke up you felt embarrassed and attempted to right yourself, but he would just lean into you a squeeze his arms that were around you.

In a lucid moment, you commented about how it felt cold in the room.

"It must be dark by now. I'm upset we've missed dinner more than anything, but you're right," he sighed.

He lifted you from his lap for a moment before bringing his cloak around you to encase you.

"Is this any better?"

You shrugged your shoulders against him, "We've been practically cuddling for hours. You've held me this whole time and it's still cold. While I do enjoy it, it's just not helping much."

Normally you would feel silly to tell him such things, but it was hard to care too much when you were trapped in the dark and he couldn't see you anyhow.

"Besides, you've got to be cold too," you squeezed his side, surprised when he shivered.

You bolted upright and immediately started trying to cover him with your own robe as well.

"Sebastian! You should have mentioned you were cold, I've just been half-asleep this whole time."

He placed a hand over yours to stop you. At this point you could both see fairly well even in the darkness.

"No, it's, er, not that. I'm fine, really. I wore this sweater underneath my shirt today."

Your eyebrows creased together in confusion.

"What? I mean, I know you must be cold too, but if that's not the problem, what is? Are you feeling sick?"

You placed a hand on his forehead, realizing it was futile since your hand was cold and of course he was going to feel warm.

"No," you could almost make out the ghost of a smile on his features, "there's nothing you needed to worry about."

He guided your hand off of his forehead and rested it on his lap. That was when his eyes went wide and he realized his mistake.

"Oh," was what slipped from your mouth as your hand rested on his erection. You felt frozen to the spot, especially since he had guided your hand there.

"No! I didn't mean for you to do anything," he tossed your hand aside, "I, it was an accident, I don't know why I feel this way right now." He rubbed the side of his neck and looked away from you.

In that moment you felt like your opportunity was now or never to act on the things that had plagued your mind for a while now. You threw your leg over his and straddled his lap, planting a wet kiss on his lips.

You pulled away breathless. You wanted to say something, to let him know if he didn't feel the same that he didn't have to do anything, but he didn't allow you the time. His hand was tugging on your hair in seconds, bringing you closer again. When you pressed your hips to his he moaned into your mouth.

"I think this is a good idea to warm up," he said between kisses. You had no protests. You guided a cold hand beneath his shirt, untucking it from his pants to feel his warm abdomen.

"Keep touching me," he whined. You trailed your mouth across his jaw, down to his neck, sucking and pulling at his sensitive skin. You were definitely starting to feel warmer already. He encircled his arms around you to trace his fingers down your back and grip your ass, firmly pulling your own hard-on against him. Incoherent words tumbled from both of your lips while you desperately felt each other up.

You adjusted yourself to work on unfastening his pants when all of a sudden the door behind you thudded open loudly, a warm light entering the room. You jumped apart, rolling off of Sebastian to sit next to him.

You were greeted with Imelda standing in front of you, hands on her hips as Ominis stood behind her.

"Why have you two been hiding in here all day?! To snog?"

Ominis raised his brows at you both, unable to see the red faces and tented pants that Imelda could.

Sebastian stuttered, trying to answer for you both, but clearly at a loss for words.

"I — we were," he cleared his throat to prevent his voice from cracking, "we were. We learned accio and I wanted to come down here to explore."

She shook her head, scolding you like you were her children, "Did you just figure out that's how you get down here? Everyone knows about this place, they just aren't dumb enough to lock themselves in this room. The hallway is usually a fine enough place to hide."

You exchanged helpless glances with Sebastian, realizing now that it looked like you had come down here for one very specific purpose.

"No! That's not why we came down here, we've been down here all day and it was boring and cold and it—"

She put a hand up to stop you before you could incriminate yourself anymore.

"I don't want to hear it. Just get out of here so we can hand over all your missed assignments."

"Sebastian, why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?"