Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 32*

CW: Major sexual content. I apologise, most of it is smut. I had planned a lot more at the end but my night went to shit and I didn't have a lot of time so without further ado, may I present smut and smut only (with a dash of plot at the end I guess)

Rosie made it to the Astronomy Tower first, making the Room of Requirement appear to suit her tastes rather than Sebastian's, though it was a hotly debated topic of whether Sebastian let her win the race or if Rosie was merely faster.

But she waited for him and they crossed the threshold together, revealing a room that was less like a room and more like a small, cosy cottage.

She led him to one of the comfy couches, pulling him down with her and rested her head against his shoulder.

"So, do you feel more relaxed now?" She asked, fingers gently stroking where she's just been inflicting pain upon him.

"I said I wasn't stressed." Sebastian said, apparently still standing by his earlier comments.

Rosie laughed and pushed into his back once more, making him wince and let out a small hiss. "Hm. Convincing, you are."

She pushed him back onto the lounge and hiked her skirt up, straddling him and pressing a soft kiss on his mouth. "Well, I had an idea to help you relax further but, if you're not stressed... then I suppose you'll be okay."

Sebastian looked at Rosie like she'd just told him she'd murdered his much loved pet cat.

Sebastian cleared his throat, attempting to regain some composure, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "I.. uh, maybe.. Maybe I'm a... a little bit stressed still."

"Hm. I thought so." Rosie smirked. "Well, you complimented my mouth skills this morning when I caught the piece of bread so I thought I would show you what else it can do. Something I only learned about myself recently."

Sebastian gulped hard, feeling the lump in his throat bob up and down.

"So, shall I show you?" Rosie asked, a bloody devilish smirk across her cheeks.

"Y—yes."

Rosie smiled and kissed him deeply, letting her hands explore the back of his neck, travelling south and under the collar of his shirt, his back still greasy from the oil.

Keeping her mouth firmly pressed to his, she dragged them down his front and began to loosen the buttons, freeing his chest from the confines of the cotton and giving herself access to the vast and slightly fluffy expanse of his broad chest.

Rosie let her mouth begin to wander, tracing delicate pecks down his jaw, to his chin, to his throat, stopping to worship the nape of his neck with a slightly harder kiss, making sure to take some of the skin in her mouth and sucking hard enough, sure to leave her mark on him.

But Sebastian didn't care.

This was not how he thought his day was going to go when he woke up that morning.

Though, Sebastian would never complain and he simply tilted his neck back to offer Rosie more free space around his throat.

She appreciated the gesture, letting the hand not exploring his chest trace around the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair and tightening, making sure his head stayed exactly where it was, right where she wanted it. He grunted as she pulled a little, making sure he was fully aware that she was in charge.

Rosie carefully placed a delicate row of deep purple marks in a pretty little row, covering right down to his chest, stopping to kiss each one softly as she moved to the next, almost as if it were an apology.