Introverted|Strawberries & Cigarettes (Sebastian X Reader)

Chapter 23 | dreaming🍋

Y/n's POV

It's odd. I slept in my own home. But suddenly I'm staring at Sebastian's bedroom ceiling...

It feels oddly comforting. I felt like I was floating for a second even. But tuning back into reality, I realize how much more difficult it is to control my actions and soon it's come to my realization that I am dreaming.

Yoba do I love lucid dreaming, the endless things I could do in such a short amount of time.

Forcibly, I turn my head to face the sleeping body next to me, Sebastian's. He's facing my direction, muscles relaxed and face soft with vulnerability. His lips part, breathing rhythmically as little snores leave his mouth. How pretty he looked, his soft, wavy hair messily covering his eyes. I count the freckles marked on his nose, one, two and three more noticeable ones dotting its areas as a million other tiny ones scatter around.

There is a feeling that he emits. It's otherworldly, so beautiful yet it feels almost like a morning after a storm when fog meets the wet grass, and all I can recall is the smell of the earth and how the air was cool and damp against my skin, its temperature nipping at my skin it turns pink.

He looks like how the moon shines. So bright and full. Yet it feels sort of lonesome.

Softly, I caress the skin of his cheek, feeling the warmth beneath them.

For someone who lives and breathes cold temperatures, he was surely a warm person. His eyes flutter open and I smile.

I like this dream a lot...

"You're up." I can hear myself mutter. It's almost like a script that I've made but yet I still don't know what will happen. "I... Y/n." He breathes out, cheeks growing red. I can feel something move and grow against my thigh, his leg brushing with mine as he tenses beneath the covers. "Oh um-" he starts again, looking down to where we were tangled in the sheets.

"Sebastian." I try to slip in, touching the part where his collarbone met with his neck.

Now or never. As pathetic as it is... this dream is the only escape I can ever have from reality and I will not waste it-

"Y- ahem.. y-yeah?"

The corners of his lips turn upwards and I feel something brush against my leg again. It felt long-ish, hard.

The tips of his ears were burning red, his cheeks furiously coloured the same as the tomatoes I plant to grow eventually. It hits me.

Oh.

Oh...

It hits me suddenly, the impact I seemed to have on this dream, especially on the Sebastian that was implemented into it.

"Sebastian," I whispered, poking at his collarbone and toying with the collar of the crew neck he was wearing. He hums back, nervously. I can see the lump in his throat travel down then up his neck again, pale skin teasing my eyes sweetly.

"Can I kiss you..?"

I don't dare to quiet down, keeping my voice at a steady rhythm so he hears me out loud.

"Please." He whispers, his voice cracking to a slight whimper.

My Yoba was that so hot.

Hesitantly, I pull on his shirt collar a little closer and lightly press my lips against his to test the waters. He leans into it, unable to breathe from anxiety. But caressing his cheek gently and feeling his hand tighten around my waist, he breathes out through his nose, sort of melting into me.

His grip tightens slightly before releasing and he pulls me closer.

I can feel him rub against me. Needing so hungrily I catch his brows furrow in frustration when opening my eyes curiously. He is a dark shade of red, tongue leaving his lips to explore mine. I gladly let him, standing up on my elbow so I can kick my leg over his side so I'm straddling his waist.

Sebastian brings his knees up and I slip just for my clit to hit the tip of his cock, creating a tent in his sweatpants. The sudden collision causes Sebastian and I to synchronize a stifled moan.

"Ugh... fuck." Sebastian breathes out, pulling away from the kiss to cover his mouth. He peers down at his lap, watching nervously as I trail my hands up his shirt. "I like you," I whisper.

If anything was to make me realize how much I truly wanted Sebastian. It would be this dream...

His eyes close in return, breath shaky as he trembles beneath me when I begin to grind on his cock. "Sebastian, I really like you." I don't mean to, but it comes out as a moan.

It seems he enjoys it too, one hand gripping the fabric of my shorts while the other hovered over his eyes in embarrassment. His bottom lip was quivering, a furious red peaking from beneath his arm. He's biting back moans, whimpering and stifling grunts when I grind against him.

"F-fuck... yeah." He breathed out shakily.

"More- Y/n. Please. I like you so much. Fucking use me please."

Oh my fucking Yoba. There is no way I get to experience such a dream-

If this is truly how he sounds in real life I may have just hit the jackpot with my imagination. Heat fills my body, suddenly exhausted and I can tell by the shortness of breath that my dream is ending.

Man. I hope to have more dreams like this.
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Narrators POV

Sitting up from his bed, Sebastian searches for Y/n.

His dream felt so real...

He can vividly remember the touch of her fingertips trailing up his waist and to his chest. The way her lips nipped at his and how every inch of their body fit so well together, they even moved in sync as if made for one another.

When he catches his breath, Sebastian lays back down and wipes his brow in a cold sweat.

He can barely fathom the fact that he just had a wet dream of Y/n. Even the thought of it had him rolling in his bed, yelling into his pillow in embarrassment. He felt almost ashamed, his mind conjuring up inappropriate images of Y/n in such ways. But fuck did he hope for more dreams as such.

Sebastian checked the time, it was just about 9:00 AM when the shops and people begin to awake. Just how did he end up waking up so early?

And he wondered just what the farmer was doing at that time of day. Had she ever dreamt of him the way he did?

Just how much did she truly think about him?