Trapped In Here, With You (Sebastian Solace X Reader)

Gender neutral reader, use of both genitalia, non-human genitalia, Dom/sub dynamics, ambiguous platonic relations.

No plot, basically dumped into it. Request from the Introduction and Code Page for Official_Muichiro14 Sub Sebastian. Hope this is what you had in mind!

"E— I just came, hold on—"

Mmmm, how did we get here?

"Just give me five minutes? Please, please I just need to breathe— ah—"

Something something about a bet, something something keeping count. Goodness, what transpired for this?

"Jus' like that, slow, slow, yes. Fuck— E— Ev—"

Ah, now I remember!

The two of you, bored out of your minds, prattle about numerous disconnected topics of conversation to fill the desolate void of utter mind shattering boredom bestowed upon the likes of aquatic shop-owners. As usual with a crass and unfiltered mouthy fish man, he unashamedly drifts into risque territory regarding conversational themes.

Today, he decides to mock you for your tiredness after bed escapades.

"Seriously, I doubt that many can completely tire you out the way you do." Sebastian half cackles at your furrowed browbones. "Are you sure it's not an excuse for me to toss you around a bit? For you to lean against me?" He pokes your cheek with a claw, "if you want me to hold you more, you could just ask. It wouldn't necessarily be for soft purposes, no, absolutely not, but to each their own when it comes to desires."

"It's just funny, watching you mumble and flounder over your words, struggle to catch your breath, you go completely limp sometimes."

This bastard.

"Your sounds would make a prostitute blush, it's a miracle how you make simple words sound like dirty profanities."

This bastard would look good if he were the one mumbling.

"I have a proposition for you," you answer, a tenseness to your voice that gave Sebastian pause, "if it puts an end to your mocking."

Hook, "oh? I'm intrigued," line, "what's your proposition, E?" Sinker.

You turn your head to look directly at him, and sit up a little straighter. "I would like to bet you can't make it to 10, before babbling like a whiny bitch."

"10? That's rookie numbers."

"Make it to 10, without half dying, you get to keep your dignity, and have earned the right to poke fun."

He tilts his head, esca lighting up a bit in interest, and leans on his hand. "And if I lose?"

"No more acting like you're a tough guy, and I get to top you on occasion."

His eyes widen a bit, ears straightening the slightest to the side of his head. "You? Top me?"

"Scared of losing?"

Oh, Sebastian, maybe you shouldn't be so easy to rile up, "okay. Let's see what you have in store for me." He adjusts himself and leans against the wall, a little lower to the cushioned floor for you. "All yours."

You stand up and walk over to where he resides, leaning down with one arm against the wall next to him, still standing with your legs slightly apart to accommodate his tail width. "Color system?" You ask him.

Emphasis on you asking him. Usually it's the other way around. He scoffs at the notion, "I highly doubt I need that, doll."

"Just want to make sure you remember it."