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“You’re home early,” Sebastian greets you as you enter the house, sitting at the dining table. You glance at him with a smile before plopping on the seat across from him. He pushed his mug of coffee towards you, standing up to get another as you drink it.
“It was a calm day. Nothing’s ready to harvest yet. After taking care of the animals I went for a short trip to the town and finished a delivery. Abi and Sam say hi, by the way.” Seb hums, sitting in his seat and resting his cheek on his knuckles as he stared at you.
“How was your day, Seb?” He shrugged.
“It was fine. Finished a project then read comics. You want dinner?” You stopped him as he tried to stand.
“I can do it, I haven’t cooked for you in a while.”
“You just came home from work–” He was stopped by a glare, “but if you want to, suit yourself.”
You managed to cook up a quick pumpkin soup, Sebastian preparing sashimi beside you despite your insistence.
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After eating, Sebastian washed the dishes as you stood beside him, drying them.
“Do you think we should buy a dishwasher?” You ask as you dried the last plate.
“We don’t really need it, besides my programming and occasional house cleaning, I don’t really have much chores to do.” Sebastian plops down onto the couch, watching as you check your two fridges for dessert.
“Oh, by the way. You can check in my bag, I have a frozen tear somewhere in there.” Your husband lights up at your words, immediately shuffling through your pack.
“What do you even use those things for anyway?” You walk to the couch with two mugs of ice cream, setting Sebastian’s on the coffee table.
“I just like ‘em. They get foggier in time, though.”
As you ate your ice cream, Sebastian pulls out the frozen tear from your pack with glittering eyes, immediately getting distracted by another thing. He reaches in and grabs the small pack of chocolate.
“Oh yeah, that. Abi gave it to me. She told me they were special chocolates.”
“Special like…?”
“Aphrodisiac chocolates.” His brows furrowed, a light blush settling on his cheeks.
“Why would she have–? Why would she give them to you?” You just shrugged, setting the empty mug down on the coffee table.
“She didn’t say anything when I asked her, just told me they were pretty strong.”
Sebastian’s eyes were trained on the drugged sweets, a smirk tugging slightly at your lips.
“You wanna try ‘em?” A smug smile donned on his lips.
“Hell yeah.”
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“What? Why?” Seb whined. You two were now sitting at the dining table, across from each other.
“Since when did you start backing off from challenges, Seb?”
“...fine. First one to give in and touch loses. You win, I wear the… thing. But… if I win, you’re gonna wear cat ears into town for a week.”
“Doesn’t seem fair, but sure.” You snap the chocolate in half, giving one to Seb before eating yours.
It took a few minutes for it to kick in, cutting Seb off as he was saying that the chocolate was a bust. His cheeks began to heat up, his breathing quickening. When the chocolate started to hit you too, you clench your fist. A low groan escapes you, the erection in your pants quickly getting uncomfortable. Sebastian started shifting in his seat, his whole face almost red. Both of you were breathing heavily, trying to fight the urge to just jump over the table.
When your eyes meet, Sebastian lets out a small moan. The desperate, clouded look in his eyes made your cock throb.
“Shit.” You inhale sharply as you clench your teeth. “Stop looking at me like that, Sebastian.” A small smirk forms on his lips.
“Don’t you want to touch me, Sir?” He looked so fragile with his teary, hooded eyes and slightly ruffled hair.
“Don’t you wanna force me to my knees and make me suck your cock? Bend me over this table and fuck my ass? Fill me up so fucking good, Sir.” He held eye contact as he slowly ground on the chair, riling both you and himself up with his words. A whimper escapes him as he stared at your dark eyes, filthy thoughts running through his mind.
The sound that slipped out his lips made you involuntarily buck your hips, hissing at the lack of stimulation. Sebastian decided to pull his hoodie up, marks from previous nights faded on his milky skin. His hands found their way to his chest, groping them as another wave of arousal hit the both of you.
“Nngh- Please touch me, Sir. Fuck me like your dirty little slut.” His pleads and moans made you shiver, tingles of pleasure running down your spine, going straight to your dick. You hold yourself back from giving in and bending him over the table and–. Another grunt escapes you as you buck your hips again. Your resolve was slowly crumbling, but you knew that if you held off a bit longer Seb would give in.
Getting tired of your pants painfully constricting your erection, you pull it down just enough for it to spring out. The sudden bite of coldness made you bite back a moan, a breathy chuckle coming out instead.
“You wanna be my good little slut?” Seb whimpers, nodding frantically as he bit his bottom lip. You beckon him closer and he stands up from his seat and kneels at your feet. He licked his lips as his eyes locked on your painfully hard cock, eyes glazing over. Despite all his holding back, he found himself stroking your throbbing cock, sucking on its tip. You moan at both the long-awaited stimulation and at how Sebastian looked at you. He held eye contact as he slowly enveloped your head in his warm mouth, stroking the base slowly.
His slow pace made you impatient, grabbing his hair without warning and tugging on it as you thrust deeper into his mouth. The sudden action made him moan around your cock, eyes rolling back as you continued to fuck his mouth. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he rutted against your shoe, drool dripping down his chin and onto the floor.
“Fuck, Seb, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” The blush across his face deepens at your words as he whimpered. You tug at his hair and he looks up at you. His teary, glazed-over eyes met yours.
“Yoba, you’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.” He hums, the vibrations finally making you buck your hips one final time. Warmth coated Sebastian’s throat as you came, feeling his own orgasm building up as he continued to hump your shoe.
“F-Fu–. ‘M cummi-.” You pull away, making him sob as he glared at you for denying him. Ignoring his whines, you lean down and pull him up by his hair, crashing your lips against his. He almost immediately melted against you, barely noticing how you sat down and how he placed himself onto your lap. Your hands wander down, grabbing his ass, making him gasp. He began to grind down your crotch, making the both of you moan. You pull away to speak, his lips chasing yours as you part.
“Do you want to ride me, baby?” He whimpers, nodding frantically as he continued to grind on your lap. His desperation normally would have made you chuckle, but you were feeling just as horny so you wasted no time and ripped his jeans off him. Seb opened his mouth to complain but was cut off by a gagged moan when you stuck two fingers in his mouth.
As he sucked on your fingers, drool falling from his lips, you grab the lube from the table. Without warning, you slip a finger in him, making him gasp, then moan as you started to thrust it in and out.
“More, please, Sir.” Giving him what he wanted, you thrust in another finger, then another. He was almost screaming as you fucked him with three fingers, constantly brushing them against his prostate. When you could feel that he was close to cumming again, you pull them out.
“Shut up.” You stand up, roughly pushing him to bend over the table. Your hand pushed his head against the hardwood as you slide halfway in. Pushing down the need to just fuck his brains out right then and there, you slowly move your hips, watching as Sebastian tried to grind onto your dick. Frustrated, he started sobbing, tears staining his cheek as he tried to look back at you.
“Fuck, please! Just fuck me, Sir. Slam your big fucking cock into my slutty ass and ruin me.” He continued to beg, crying as he tried to slam his hips against yours.
The table shook when you finally slammed into him, making him scream in pleasure. You continued to ram into him, the pace making his mind hazy until his words just turn into unintelligible noises. The sound of skin slapping and the table creaking filled the room, along with Sebastian’s screams and moans. You lean forward, your chest touching his back as you bit his neck, feeling Sebastian’s hole clenching as you do. Some of his cum dripped down your leg, onto the floor.
“Is this what you wanted, you dirty fucking whore?” You pull his hair to look at his face, the sight making your cock twitch inside him. His hooded eyes were rolled back, tears falling down his cheek as drool dripped from his parted lips. He looked so fucking wrecked.
“I asked you a question. Have I fucked you dumb already?” You slow down a bit, waiting for him to answer.
“Yes…Sir. This’ what I want. Just your dumb slut.” His body shook as you continued slamming into him, cum spurting from his cock again. Your thrusts stuttered when his hole clenched around you again, feeling closer to cumming.
“Shit-” You pull out and flip him over, your hand wrapping around his neck as you started to fuck him again. Still fucking into him, you started to choke him, stroking his cock with your other hand.
“‘M close. Where?”
“Inside. Please fill me up with your cum, Sir. Fucking breed me, please.” His words teetered you closer to the edge as you start to fuck him rougher. Biting his left nipple, you look up at him. His flushed, stained face was a deep red, his hair sticking on his forehead. He looked up at you with his dumb, fucked out eyes as his overstimulated high-pitched moans filled your ears, begging you to breed him.
“I’m gonna fucking fill you up with my cum and breed you. Shit, Sebastian, cumming.” With one last thrust, you cum in his ass, the feeling making Sebastian squirt again. He ground down your cock, milking you with his clenched hole.
When you’ve finished cumming, you drop down your seat, spreading Sebastian’s ass to see your cum dripping out of his hole. He reached down, eyes trained on your reaction, catching the dripping liquid with his fingers and pushing it back into his ass.
“Fuck, Seb. Aren’t you tired?”
“Still want more of your cum inside me, Sir. Fuck me more.” He whined, grinding his ass on your half-hard cock.
“I’m tired, Seb. If you want to, do it yourself.” His eyes light up as he falls to his knees, quickly getting to work.