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

College days ❤️🌸

Request from 69MashToes69 for another E riding Seb fic since it's been a while since I gave y'all some nsfw.

Warning: Biological female E, gendered genitalia terms used.

Heyyyy so don't hate me but I may have edited the timeline slightly 😔

College days! Canon to timeline. No non-human genitals here.

Found the dash and will be abusing it from now on.

Long chapter.

You slam the door to your shared apartment after a particularly rough day of customer service and crappy professors. Your bag is discarded on the floor, and your jacket almost ripped off your body from the irate anger you felt.

"Jesus, ever considered meditation?" A familiar face smiles at you, his annoyingly silky black hair tied up for the day, painted fingers strumming at a guitar. "That stress will give you grey hairs. And we can't have that, can we?" He chuckled, voice smooth and calming, and enough to send a flutter to your stomach that you ignore. "Imagine the wrinkles."

You scoff as you toss your apron over the arm of the couch, slumping on the cushions and groaning in despair. "Fucking customers, and fucking school, and money." You speak into the pillows. "Professor Denzel can suck a dick."

Sebastian laughs over the stretched sound of the guitar. "Life being that rough for you?" With a sigh of satisfaction, the musical instrument is gently placed between the nook of a drawer and the double-deck bed. "You need a drink." He stated, walking over to you and leaning on his knees, head tilted to stare directly into your eyes. Hair falling a little loose from its confinement. "Or, a break. That depends on you."

You turn over onto your back to squint up at him, "easy for you to say. You're actually good at engineering. I went and chose psychology." You limply lift an arm to play-punch his cheek, he grasps it in place and smirks.

"Oh no, you've wounded me, whatever will I do now that I'm injured?"

Sebastian braces a hand on the back of the couch to cage you in. "However will I defend myself, hmm? Tell me, Evelyn."

You chuckled at his antics. He, suddenly, flops over you. "Hey! I can't carry you, off."

But he stays still, in fact, he tangles his arms and legs closer, nudging his nose right under your jaw. "What? I'm not doing anything unsavory." He whispers into your ear, forcing your body to freeze for a moment, and your breathing to hitch. "Simply assisting a friend of mine." His voice falls an octave lower, and you unmistakably feel his lips graze your skin. "A friend of mine who seems particularly stressed." One arm circles around your waist, his fingers tracing circles on your lower back. His other hand gently caresses your cheek and jaw. "Who seems to need some relaxation." A ghost of a kiss is given to your neck.

Then, Sebastian braces his arms on either side of your head, now on top of you, and his hair a curtain around your face. He leaned in close. "Will you allow me to relieve you?" His hands crawl into your hair, and he turns to murmur into your ear. "After all, what's some fun between us, right, E? Some fun," he presses a soft kiss against your cheek, "some trust," under your jaw, "and a bit of carnal human nature." He hums into your neck, "you study that stuff, right? Or is that more philosophy?"

You force your voice to not falter in the face of arousal. "Sexual psychology isn't something we've done yet, sadly." You answered with an embarrassingly bashful chuckle, and a gasp as Sebastian slips his hand back down to your waist. "I'll be sure to notification you when we do." You feel his hand crawl up your stomach, shy under your shirt.