Trapped in Black Butler || Sebastian X Reader

IX

Ciel ordered Sebastian to have tea prepared for him and his guest while the two of them went back to finish their game, as an afterthought he instructed you to go with the butler and have him delegate chores to you. The two of you departed from them and made your way to the kitchen where you found a bowl of some kind of soup. You felt your mouth water at the sight and the realization that you hadn't eaten anything substantial in almost 2 days hit you. It astounded you that you hadn't noticed until now how empty you felt, though you chalked it up to the heavy pit of anxiety resting in your stomach that you'd been feeling since finding out you were in a new world.

"Are you hungry?" Sebastian asked from beside you. You nodded your head a little, still not taking your eyes off of the food. "Baldroy has prepared dinner for the servants, the others have already eaten so you may eat it now and then you will join me in the drawing room with the lord."

You immediately rushed over to the bowls and took one over to the old and worn table off in the corner of the room. You chowed down, breaking pieces of the bread and dipping them in to soak up the thick stew. It was surprisingly tasty, you expected old timey peasant food to taste like dirt, but you guess working as a servant in an estate like this had its benefits, namely the benefit of eating meals with actual flavor.

By the time you looked away from your bowl Sebastian had almost finished preparing the tea, the kettle emitting a high pitched whistle and billowing steam. He took it off the stove and poured it into a fancy looking teapot, placing both the teapot and two teacups on a cart. The whole process was very methodical, everything done with precision and flare and not a single drop of water spilled or wasted in the kettle.

"Don't you ever get tired of being perfect?" you asked, scooping another spoonful of stew into your mouth.

He didn't acknowledge the question, instead he smiled close eyed in your direction and said, "Do not take too long, you will be needed shortly." and headed through the door with the cart.

You scoffed, a little annoyed about being blown off like that. Deciding not to dwell on it, you instead focused on finishing your food.

When you were finished you sat for a moment, letting the warmth of the meal settle in your stomach and spread out as newfound energy in your limbs. You washed off your bowl and headed out of the kitchen and towards the drawing room.

On your way you felt a bit of a pep in your step and you got the urge to sing, you took a glance around making sure there wasn't anyone within earshot and then you quietly mumbled one of the last songs you'd heard.

"Now get a bucket and a mop..." you made a mopping motion with your hands, "that's some WAP," your fist was closed, smacking down against an imaginary floor, "That's some WAP. I'm talking WAP WAP WAP that's some WAP, that's some WAP." as you passed by open doors you hushed your voice a little, yet you were unable to completely stop singing, the song overtaking you. "Macaroni in a pot, that's some WAP, that's some WAP-" you were interrupted by a hand that came over your mouth and an arm that pulled you back by your waist. The occurrence made you audibly gasp, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

"Quiet." you heard, whispered directly into your ear. Sebastian. You nodded slowly and he pulled his hand away from your mouth, the hand on your waist remained, keeping your back flush against him.

As you tried to focus on anything but the way his body felt against yours you heard a voice coming from the room behind you, "-eeze more out of the brat right now." you realized what part of the episode you had stumbled into and turned your head towards the door, which was stupidly left open. "Employees? Who cares about them?" his words were interlaced with a chuckle.

Sebastian moved, hand still around your waist, in front of the opening in the door. Both of you saw the back of the guest's head as he spoke into the phone, the smoke of his cigar streaming above him. You got a whiff of the smoke and struggled to keep yourself from coughing. A small noise in the back of your throat alerted the man and he whipped around. A gasp was heard from in the room but neither you nor the butler were spotted, Sebastian having already moved the two of you to the side.