Sebastian x Reader

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Trigger warning—This chapter may contain some actions, such as some touchy touchy that might make u uncomfortable and stuffs 😊

I-….I have no soul?...What does that mean? What does Sebastian know?! No…It’s not true…I h-have to have a soul...Or else how would I be here? Feeling feelings, and everything a soul does for a human being?...Am I even human now...that is...if what Sebastian said is true. But then again...That can’t be true. But even at the same time...the impossible has already happened to me over several accounts...So this can be true.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sebastian clearing his throat. “If I may, I would like to explain further on this matter over dinner, with us all looking our best?” Sebastian ended with a gesture to your uniform, and his gloves. 

“Very well then, lets do so.” Ciel said before making his way back up the stairs again. Sebastian following behind him, and you followed Sebastian, but leaving a gap between you and him, as you were not quite ready to forgive him or even trust him again. Because after all….Demons are not to be trusted right? What could go wrong with trying to fall in love with one?

The three of you parted ways, as you each made for your own destinations. You went to the washroom to get a bucket of warm water and some soap to quickly clean yourself up in your room. The smell of clean linen and soap was in the air and masked the tangy metallic foul smell of the dried blood on your uniform. 

You left the room with a bucket of warm water and soap in it. You entered your room, closing the door behind you with your foot. You looked at a clock on the nightstand by your bed. Few hours till dinner, I have time. 

You began to take off your clothes, grabbing the sponge and scrubbing away the blood from your skin. You began to relax from the straining earlier events. Taking your time taking off your clothes and washing away altogether. You finished and wrapped yourself in a towel. Going to your closet to grab another uniform. Then you felt watched. As if someone else was inside the room with you, prompting you to keep your towel around you, not wanting to be seen nude by anyone.(like yk…ur modest although like…when u-…yea uhmmmm I’m writing during class sooooo this might be a bit more ig different -3-)

You decided your safest bet on not being seen with no clothes was to change inside your closet. Yes, you came up with the bright idea to step into a wardrobe, when you feel like you’re being watched. (Mmmm how very bright you are sometimes lmao) Your wardrobe was surprisingly deep,  (AHEM…Narnia-) you took a few steps back, expecting to touch the back wall of the wardrobe. Instead, you bump into something warm. Something that was breathing, someone who was taller…

Your breath caught in your throat, and you held your towel tightly around you, your body stiff. This was a bad idea… You were just about to act like nothing happened and just walk out of the wardrobe, even though your breathing was audible; shaking and shallow. You began to sweat, from the sheer nervousness. You took a step. Then another. But before you could reach the double doors, a hand grabbed your shoulder from behind, pulling you back to the back of the wardrobe. You opened your mouth to scream, a hand covered your mouth before you had the chance to make a sound. Specifically a gloved hand. The hand holding your shoulder made it’s way to your hip, gripping you in almost a possessive way. You felt a soft gust of breath at your ear followed by a quiet seductive, but threatening voice.

“Try to scream or even make a sound, and I’ll have to punish you. Understand?”

You slowly nodded, and the hand was taken away from your mouth, and down to your hand gripping the towel tight. 

Why…why now? I thought he is supposed to be the one with sweet words and sugar, then he strikes out…This is nothing like the show or the manga…He never has done this…So why?...Should I try to resist? Should I let this happen? After all…isn’t this what I wanted from the day I saw him on a tv screen at home? Or in the manga even? But why…why is he so much more…demon like  here?...Or is this how all other characters feel?

The hand at yours made you let go of the towel. You had a sense of who this person was. But never in a million years would you expect him to do something like this. This caught you off guard, you never thought you turned him on yet, but you were wrong. And now he wants a taste. A taste of you.

A/n: Heyyyyy! So next chapter gonna be slight smut, as you already have read a tiny bit of it here…But that’s just a taste, and ik ur hungry for more (u dirty bird)