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"Look, you gotta keep it down. You don't want anyone to walk back here and catch us, do you?" Sebastian was killing you. He took one look at you in your pretty little dress and started plotting.

He tried to muffle your moans with a kiss, but it wasn't enough. For the past five minutes, he'd had you dripping down on his hands with two fingers in your sticky cunt. He had managed to convince you to sneak off with him, offering you a hit on his joint before the dance to calm your nerves. As soon as you were out of sight, his mouth crashed on top of yours in a heated kiss.

At first, you were confused. Sebastian had given you mixed signals since the day you met him. You had assumed that he and Abby were a couple; you'd even seen her go up to his house late at night when her parents were sleeping, and you were coming from the mines.

Sometimes Sebastian would text you late at night. At first, the messages were friendly, just getting you acclimated to the valley. It was nice to have your first real friend. After a few days, he'd start texting later and later, sending you texts that made you want to invite him over so you could re-enact them in person. Then, when you saw him in town, he'd go right back to being the nonchalant stoner everyone else perceived him to be. It was almost maddening; you had only known him for half a season, and he was driving you crazy.

Now you were too far gone to care. His middle finger kept brushing against your g-spot while his thumb worked at your clit, and you were about five seconds away from cumming all over him. Sebastian had slid right in like he knew your body. It was the first time he had actually seen it in person, but he strummed his fingers along your clit like it was the hundredth. He had seen enough of your videos to figure out the mechanics.

You're glad you took the extra time to perfect your makeup this morning, even if you're nearly crying it off. Sebastian whispers about how pretty you look in your ear, and it brings you closer and closer.

Sebastian's surprisingly strong for someone with his stature; he's holding you up against a hedge with one hand while his other assaults your pussy. You'd ask him to help out on the farm if you could think straight.

Just when you think you're about to see stars, he pulls his fingers out. He puts you down with the other hand, and you whine at the loss of contact, while he just smirks down at you.

"You should know better. Sluts like you need to ask for permission to cum."

You feel your face heat up at his words. "Please, let me cum," you pout. You'd say whatever it took for him to bring you back to the edge.

"Please, what?" Sebastian leans over you, giving you a good whiff of some cologne he had probably picked out in the city and cigarettes. He gives your clit a quick swipe, gathering your wetness on his thumb before he brings it to his mouth.

"Please make me cum, daddy," you almost beg. You hoped that was what he wanted to hear—anything to get those glorious fingers back in you. Maybe he'd even come over after the dance for more rated R activities.

"Good enough. Now hurry and cum on my fingers before anyone notices we're missing." He dives right back in, groaning when you squeeze his fingers. "You're sucking me in, look." He forces your head down so you can watch the way his fingers disappear inside of you, obscene squelching sounds nearly loud enough to get both of you caught. He palms himself through his pants, the only indicator that he was just as turned on as you were.

You look back up to his face, a look of slight adoration drawn on it. Handsome was an understatement for how he looked. The blue suit complemented his pale skin and gray eyes. He was downright gorgeous, especially when he looked at you like that.

You hadn't even finished, and your mind was already thinking of the next time. Between his fingers and the thought of finally having him in your sheets, you were headed towards your orgasm at lightning speed.

But Sebastian was impatient.

"Hey, farmer?"

"Huh?" you manage to get out between moans.

"I really wanna feel you soak my fingers. Hurry up and cum for daddy, okay?" Sebastian whispers in your ear, and your body follows his command. Your orgasm comes hard, you scream out, but Sebastian's fast enough to cover your mouth in time. Your body is hot. You feel wrecked, body thrashing as you buck against his hands and he works you through it. He keeps his fingers in your weeping cunt, relishing in the way you gush around his fingers. He doesn't stop, overstimulating you as tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

You watch him lick his fingers clean as you come down from your high. He takes a second to fix his suit, adjusting himself to hide his hard-on, and then he just leaves you there without another word. You wait a minute, not wanting to look suspicious by walking out there with him.

When you emerge from the bushes, you wish you had stayed behind. Or even stayed home that day. Abigail stands next to him, sinking into his side as he drapes an arm over her. You try to pretend you don't notice them laughing about whatever, and try harder to pretend like you're not irritated with him. You weren't exactly close with Abigail, but still felt twinges of both empathy and jealousy.

You head over to the punch bowl, making small talk with Clint as he tries to flirt his way into getting your phone number. You weren't really listening, giving him a quick, excuse me, before heading over to Mayor Lewis to get the dance started so you could hurry back to your farm. You watch them dance together, the perfect couple. You had to admit that they did look pretty cute together. You may be envious, but you're not a hater.

When the dance ends, you rush out of the forest, ready to end the day and curl up in your blankets alone. Once you settle down, you lie there for a while, listening to the noises of the old house and the cicadas outside your window. You wait for the text. You know it's coming. Something, anything that lets you know that your time in the forest with Sebastian was actually real, and not just something you conjured up in your lust-filled ovulation brain.

You sit up for an hour before it comes.

You up?

No. You reply, annoyed with both of you. Him for cheating on his girlfriend, and you for wanting him to cheat. You weren't sure what had gotten into you. You're a good person with morals and you shame people who cheat on their partners.

I had fun today. :P

Did Abigail have fun? You ask. You knew the answer. You think about telling Abby, hugging her close while she cries on your shoulder about her bastard of a boyfriend.

Then, you think about sneaking around with Sebastian and getting caught by Abby. Maybe you'd invite her over for a girls night and forget that you invited Sebastian over too. Maybe she'd walk in on him fucking you. Maybe she'd join in. Maybe.

Let's not talk about her. Can I come over?

You roll over, sighing as you lock your phone and put it on the nightstand. You have half a mind to block him, and you really should, but you could think about it later. You're pretty sure that Pam spiked the punch, and you had one too many cups to make good decisions. Or so you told yourself. You get up, make sure the doors are locked, and get back into bed, ready to forget the day and prepare for tomorrow.

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A knock on the door of the old farmhouse rouses you from your sleep. You look up. The kitty clock in your room reads 3 AM. Your phone lights up, and you see Sebastian's contact photo highlighting your screen.

You don't know why you reach for the phone and pick it up, but you do. You want to blame it on your still half-asleep mind, or the drinks from earlier, or the magic from the weird festival that you know is secretly some sort of fertility ritual.

"What?" You hope he can sense the irritation in your tone, even if the word did come out slurred.

"Open up. I brought a surprise for you." He's holding a box in his hand, wrapped in wrapping paper that you know he saved from the Winter Star festival.

"It's the middle of the night, Sebastian, go home." You want to hang up, want to go back to sleep, and forget about him.

"C'mon, you'll like it. Now open up." You had to admit that you loved a persistent man, even if he wasn't yours.

Whatever. It's not like you were the one in the committed relationship. You put on your robe and get ready to face the chilly spring air as you head towards the door.

He greets you with that same smirk he gave you in the forest.

"Morning," is all he says. He's waiting for you to respond. You should slam the door in his face, tell him to lose your number, and get lost.

You stand aside and invite him in.

It doesn't take Sebastian long to get comfortable in your house. He kicks off his shoes and settles into your couch, turning on a YouTube video of some people playing Solarian Chronicles.

He pats the spot next to him on the couch. "Come sit." And you do. Hesitantly, like it's not your own fucking couch. Sebastian scoots closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. You lean into him, taking in the scent that you had been thinking of all day.

"Why didn't you answer my text?" He finally asks.

"I was ignoring you."

"Why?"

"You know why..."

He doesn't say anything for a while. You both sit there, watching the game in a comfortable silence. You wonder if this counts as your first date. You want to bring up Abigail again, but you're not sure how he'll react. He'd probably get upset and leave, and as bad as you feel about the situation, you're so fucking horny and might die if he leaves.

"Do you want your surprise now?" Sebastian asks. You'd already forgotten about it; your nerves had been going haywire since he brushed past you coming into the house.

"Yeah, sure," He passes you the box, smiling while he waits for you to unwrap it. You aren't used to this Sebastian, but you like him.

You open the box to discover a single black, speckled egg sitting in tissue paper.

"I heard you had a coop and thought you might like it, I don't really know.."

You love it. You'd never seen anything like it; maybe you'd get a nice addition to the white and brown chickens you already had.

"I like it. Thank you," you finally say.

"I actually have one more gift for you, if you want it."

"What is it?"

He unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down to reveal the bow he'd intricately placed over his semi-hard erection.

You burst out laughing. He looks so proud of himself, grinning down at you as you wipe tears from your eyes.

"Do you like your present?" He asks.

"I do. Can I unwrap it now?" You brush your fingertips over his dick, waiting for him to give you the go-ahead.

"In a minute. It's my turn to unwrap my gift.

Sebastian helps you strip out of your pajamas, pocketing the panties as soon as you took them off.

"You're so beautiful," he muses, sitting up in his seat. There's barely any light in the room, your body's only illuminated by the blue cast from the TV.

He doesn't take his clothes off, just watches you from where he sits on the couch.

"Go get on the bed. On your back with your legs spread," he whispers to you, smacking your ass when you turn to leave. You position yourself exactly as he asks, ready for anything he has in store.

He joins you on the bed, still fully clothed. Sebastian guides your legs so that they're touching your chest as he takes a good look at your soaked pussy. He greets you with a kiss as he sticks a cold finger in, shocking you in your relaxed state. You feel him warm up inside you as he pumps in and out a few times.

"You're still so tight. You want Daddy to stretch you out some more?" He asks as he adds another finger. You nod before saying, "Please, Daddy, I need you." He chuckles, and the sound causes you to tighten around his fingers.

Sebastian watches his fingers disappear inside of you, feeling around for that spongy spot that made you crazy. He looked mesmerized. "You know, Abby never gets this wet for me." He grins when he feels you clench. "I knew it, you've got a thing for her, don't you? Always bringing her up, you want her to catch us, huh?"

Yoba, yes. Abigail was the type of girl you'd usually go for back in the city, the spitting image of a girl you knew who you considered to be your bisexual awakening. In fact, you aren't sure if you actually were infatuated with Sebastian or if this was some elaborate plan to get into his girlfriend's pants.

He stops his hand. "Answer me."

You feel like you can finally think now that he's stopped the mind-numbing ministrations to your pussy.

"I mean, yeah, she's hot. I've thought about it once or twice," you try to test the waters, gauging his reaction before you continue. You'd thought about it exactly four times. The first time you had met each other, the other night when you got shit faced at the saloon, the time Sebastian had fingered you at the flower dance earlier, and right now. He stays silent, raising a brow at you. "Does she know you're here right now?"

He pulls his fingers out of you, admiring the sticky web left on his hands before he puts them in your mouth. He makes you suck his fingers clean before putting them back in your pussy, searching for that same spot. "Does it matter? Would Abby knowing about us stop you from creaming on my fingers?"

He has a point.

You try to reach for his cock, but he pushes your hands away.

"Cum on my fingers first, then I'll give you what you want." Sebastian reaches over, giving you a sloppy kiss while he continues his assault on your pussy.

All it takes is another pump of his fingers and a thumb pressed to your clit, and you're arching off the bed, letting your orgasm wash over you in waves. Sebastian keeps his fingers inside you, groaning at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him.

As you're coming down, you watch him take his clothes off, tossing them haphazardly across the floor. Just when you think he's finally going to fuck you, he gets on his knees in front of you and starts kissing your thighs.

He pulls you to the edge of the bed, gripping your ass and digging his chipped manicured nails into your ass. You gasp when he French kisses your pussy. You nearly cum again when you feel his canines sinking into your thighs, sharp pain that he kisses away.

You grab his hair, keeping him close to your core. You can feel your next orgasm hurtling towards you. You grind your cunt over his face, bucking when his nose hits your clit. Sebastian takes back control, holding you back down while he forces you to take what you're given.

He pulls his face away from you and gives your pussy a quick slap that makes you shudder before he dives back in.

"Do that again, please," you're barely able to get out. Your throats bone dry from the constant moaning.

"Hmm? This?" He gives you an experimental slap, watching the wetness of your pussy splatter onto your thighs. You tilt your head back, moaning at the feeling while he gives you more, increasing the pressure of his hand.

Sebastian's amused. "Do you think you can cum like this?" He gives you another slap, rubbing your clit when he makes contact with your skin.

"Sebastian?"

"Hmm?"

"Please just fuck me already."

"Yes, ma'am." He guides you to the middle of the bed and slots himself between your legs. Your stomach flutters. The man was just eye level with your pussy, but now you're shy. He takes his time to warm up, rubbing his cock through your folds, purposely avoiding your clit.

He's trying to kill you again.

He finally sinks into you, and you forget how to breathe. You weren't a virgin, but it had been a while since you'd been with someone so big. You get why he wanted to make you cum on his fingers first.

Sebastian slowly pushes into you, getting used to how slick your walls feel. He pulls out, looking down to admire the sticky coating on his dick. " Damn, is this all for me?"

"All for you, daddy."

He smiles down at you, moving your legs out of the way so you're chest to chest. He kisses you, gentle at first, but it gets harsher when he feels you squeeze his cock.

You wrap your arms around his head, afraid he might pull away. You needed this. Needed to feel his tongue fuck your mouth while his dick worked magic between your legs.

You weren't thinking about Abby anymore, only about the beautiful man who was slowly pushing his way into your heart via orgasms.

You feel the coil in your belly get tighter as Sebastian nips at your ears. It doesn't take much to get your next orgasm out of you. He had been working you up all day, and this was his big finale. You had been thinking about this moment since you'd arrived in the valley.

He puts your legs up on his shoulders, drilling into you with the same intensity he strokes his pretty cock with when he sends you late-night videos. He doesn't stop when he feels you cumming around him, too far gone to slow down and work you through your high. You almost thought that the two of you were making love, but his quick strokes remind you that you're just fucking. He has a girlfriend that he makes love to.

"Where do you want it?" He asks as his hips falter.

"Inside, please." He knew you were on birth control; it had been one of the first questions he asked, right after your age and zodiac sign.

You watch his face contort as he cums inside you. It was new. When he came, he always angled the camera down at his tip so you could get a cumshot.

Sebastian pulls out of you, leaking a mix of your cum onto your sheets. He pulls you on top of his chest, panting, smoker's lungs struggling to stabilize themselves. It's easy to settle into a comfortable silence with him.

You nearly drift off to sleep, not caring about the mess. Sebastian rubs your back. You wonder if he rubs Abby's back when they're done. You wonder if he fucked her before he came over to your place. You can't stop the thoughts once they come.

"You should leave, Sebastian." Silence. "We shouldn't have done that."

"I'm breaking up with Abby, by the way. It's just taking a while." More silence. "I caught her cheating on me last year, with Alex."

Oh. So you were some tool Sebastian needed to get back at his girlfriend. Great.

You roll over, away from him. "Please leave." You don't look at him as he shuffles out of bed. You don't watch as he puts on his clothes, or even when he says he'll call you in the morning. You pretend to be asleep when he kisses your shoulder on his way out.

When you hear the door close, you pull out your phone. You change his contact name to 'DO NOT ANSWER' and go back to sleep.

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You wake up to five texts, four from Sebastian, and one from your father.

You ignore the ones from him and go straight to answering your dad's.

He's sent you enough money that you almost feel comfortable taking the day off. Almost. Farming was a welcome distraction, one that you needed after the day that you'd had.

It felt like Sebastian was putting you through some emotional whiplash, and between that and the incoming hangover, you were tired. Against your better judgment, you open the messages he'd sent you.

Good Morning :D

Can we talk?

Call me when you see this.

Three texts, sent in rapid succession, following one sent twenty minutes later.

You can't still be mad with me.

An incoming call.

You pick up.

"Do you have cameras in my house? How'd you know I was up?"

"Morning, babe. You have your read receipts on." You could hear the smile on the other side of the phone.

You hang up. Smart ass bitch. Sebastian immediately calls you back, this time for a video call. You answer. Of course you do. He's shirtless, another attempt to lure you back into him. The look on your face tells him that it's working.

"What do you want?"

"Just wanted to see you. Can I come over today?"

Silence.

"Don't be like that. I miss you. You know you miss me."

You did miss him, or at least one part of him.

"Goodbye, Sebastian." You hang up, and this time when he calls back, you ignore it. You don't even open the text with 6 attachments that he sends right after. Or the next one with audio. Showing that type of restraint should garner an award. The sound of his voice already had you going.

You decide, begrudgingly, that you have better things to do, like figuring out how you were gonna make enough to sustain yourself through the winter.

Enough time has passed. It's nearing 8 AM, and it's time to get the day started.

**

Gathering the last of the spring onions in the forest, you put your backpack on your shoulders and head into town. You had a little time before it was too dark to see, and you wanted to explore your new home. You take a path towards town, the scenic route, as Robin had called it when she handed you a map.

You thought about what you'd be doing if you were still in the city. It was nearing dinner time, which usually consisted of you nuking a TV dinner before going back to your cubicle to finish out the day. Working at Joja had some perks, but you and all your coworkers spent most of your days daydreaming about being anywhere but there.

Nobody had taken you seriously when you said you wanted to quit your job. You half expected that your old supervisors were still waiting for you to pop back up. When you sent in your resignation email, they just sent back a list of things to cover during the next meeting.

Moving to the farm was the best decision you'd made in a while. I

You're lost in thought, not paying attention to the view of the sea or the beautiful trail in front of you. You barely notice the girl waving you down from the bench.

"You're the new farmer, right? I like your shirt." You'd seen her before. Sometimes she'd venture into the saloon at night, but she never really talked to anyone. You always want to compliment her pink hair but never get the chance.

"Thanks, and yeah, I'm the new girl." You give your name and reach out to shake her hand. She's hesitant but accepts.

"I'm Sophia. I run Blue Moon Vineyard." Sophia gestures behind her. She was like you. Young, unsure of herself, and with an intimidating lot to care for.

Sophia's energy is friendly, albeit timid, but it's clear that she means well.

"I know we kinda just met, but do you want to be friends? I was heading to the saloon. If you're hungry, we could grab a bite." You hope it doesn't sound desperate. Sophia seemed nice enough, and you hadn't had much social interaction outside of the occasional trip to Pierre's.

She goes into the house to grab her wallet, and you walk into town together.

**

Sophia walks in first, greeted by the busy sound of the saloon. She sits away from the crowd, in a booth near the fire. She seemed so bold outside, talking your head off about the town and her favorite anime, but now she sinks into herself and tries to disappear into the booth.

"So, what's good here?" you ask, hoping to distract her. She looks like she's on the verge of tears, and you were terrible at comforting others.

Sophia straightens up as she goes over her favorite menu options. She ends up ordering for both of you, orange chicken and rice. You order the drinks, which come before the food. Usually, you wouldn't start drinking on an empty stomach, but you were throwing tradition out the window.

With a few drinks and some actual food in your stomach, you're actually able to enjoy yourself. You're mid-laugh when you hear the saloon door open and swing shut. You look up.

Sebastian walks in, hand in hand with Abigail, leading her to find a seat.

He's taunting you. You never see the two of them holding hands, but now they're on a date at the one "hot" spot in town.

Sebastian and Abigail decide to sit across from you, giving you a clear view of them on their date. A clear view of everything, actually. You could see the short skirt Abigail had on and the way Sebastian's fingers danced up and down her thigh underneath the table. You knew he could see you watching them. You don't know who you'd rather swap places with.

The conversation between you and Sophia dies down. Your mood had been spoiled, and she had that same nervous look on her face.

You wondered if Abigail knew about the two of you. She could probably smell you on his fingers when they danced at the festival.

Just when you think the night is over, Victor joins you at your booth. He sits next to Sophia, and you notice her mood lighten. You'd seen Victor around, mostly at Pierre's or the library, either reading the nutrition facts or the jacket of a new book.

"Fancy seeing the two of you here. I didn't know you were friends." Victor greets you before calling Emily over to take his order. He gets another round for the table, white wine in chilled glasses that you know they only brought out for special occasions.

"We just met today, actually," she explains.

Victor and Sophia get lost in conversation, and you're able to settle into a comfortable silence. You sneak glances at Sebastian, and every time he's focused on you, his eyes burn a hole through you from across the room. Abigail doesn't seem to notice.

Your phone vibrates.

Having fun? He's moved away from Abigail when you look up, phone facing away from her line of vision. You doubt that she'd care, even if she was looking; she'd been ogling Elliott for half the night. You couldn't blame Sebastian for the way he acted with her when she was as shameless as she was. You watched her stare at Elliott's ass as he left the saloon, with not a care in the world for how uncomfortable her partner looked beside her.

You ignore his message and try to ease your way back into the conversation. You finish the first glass, and Victor pours you another, not missing a beat. You feel like a third wheel, but the alcohol is making it hard to care. His eyes rarely leave Sophia's face, and you think it's adorable. You'd love to play matchmaker with the two of them one day. Maybe it'd distract you from him.

You're two more glasses in when Sophia decides to call it a night. You should have stopped drinking when she and Victor did, but didn't. Couldn't. You try to get up, but your feet and brain aren't connecting. Victor sees this and rushes to the other side to help you up.

"Do you need someone to walk you home?" he asks, always the gentleman. At least you think he is. You decline, trying to quickly sober up in the two seconds it takes you to shake your head no. You want him to have more time with Sophia. You exchanged numbers, promising to text when you got in safely, and watched as they walked away together.

Sebastian looks up as you start to leave the saloon. You ignore him, instead waving to Abby as you head out.

**

You spend the next few days on your farm, tending to your crops and caring for your animal friends. The only human interaction came from Sophia and Scarlett, a friend from out of town that she added to a group chat with you. Your days consist of back-breaking work outside, and your nights are filled with binging whatever anime she convinces you to watch and late-night calls.

The movie is halfway done when you get a knock at the door. You don't even have to get up to know who it is, seeing as your entire circle of friends was sitting on a video call with you.

"Be right back, you guys, there's someone at my door." You get up to leave, ignoring the protests from the girls. They knew you were hung up on someone, you just kept the who part a secret.

You still peek out of your window to make sure it was Sebastian. You jump when you open the blinds and see him staring at you, smirking when he sees your reaction.

He was grateful that you'd answered his earlier message when he all but begged to come over to see you. He'd text you, call you, and even popped up in the 'people you may know' category on your socials.

You expected him to come over, after almost an entire week of ignoring calls and messages and pretending you didn't know him whenever you had to go to Robin's for more buildings. You both lasted longer than expected. After the time in the saloon, the thought of him and Abby together had plagued your mind.

"You're late," you say, opening the door while Sebastian tries to lean down to give you a kiss.

"Don't be mad, I brought food this time." You smell the food before you see it. There was enough fried food from the saloon to give a horse heart disease. Cute.

You say your goodbyes to the girls and head into the living room with Sebastian. Already comfortable, he's sprawled out on the couch and unpacking the food. He looked good like that. At home. Seeing him in a skin-tight black t-shirt always made you a little weak in the knees, and this time was no different. All you had on was an XL shirt and the lacy black panties you kept for special occasions. You thought it was fitting.

"Let's watch a scary movie. I can hold you when you get scared." He smirks, turning on It Howls in the Rain.

You take a seat next to him, where Abby would be sitting if she were there.

"Why do you only come see me at night?" You hated yourself for asking. You hated yourself even more for knowing the answer.

"You know why."

"When are you going to break up with her?"

Sebastian gives you a cold look, anger in his gaze that you know should be reserved for the person who actually cheated on him and not you.

"Can we talk about something else? Please?"

"Sure." You dig back into the food. You're not really hungry, just humoring him. Not that you could turn down anything Gus cooked, anyway.

"Have you ever had a threesome?" Seb asks, eyes glued to the TV screen.

"That's a hell of a segue."

"Abby suggested it. You'd finally get the chance to fuck my girlfriend." The blush on Sebastian's face grows deeper, and you don't miss the way his pants tighten when he says the words aloud.

"Did she specifically ask me, or did she just bring it up?" This was doing wonders for your ego.

"She didn't mention you; we were just talking. She's bisexual, but I think she wants to bring another guy in."

"What do you want to do?" You couldn't give in so easily, even though you were two seconds away from folding. You'd been dying for this opportunity.

"We can surprise her, if you want. This weekend, if you're not busy."

You weren't. "I don't know, Sebastian, I have my hands full with the farm right now."

"Just take one day off, we'll make it worth your while."

"How do you think Abigail's going to feel when she sees me lying in bed instead of Alex?"

"Does it matter? She asked for it." Sebastian puts down his plate and yours before pulling you into his lap. You allow him to pull up your shirt, revealing the no-bra-and-scandalous-panty combo. "You look so good," is all he gets out before taking a nipple into his mouth.

He guides your hips down, forcing you to grind over his dick.

You want to get lost in the moment, but you were craving chaos.

"When you break up with Abigail, are you going to take me on a real date?"

"We can go on a date now, I think the Log Cabin Hotel's got an opening." He grins, obviously proud of himself.

"Sebastian, you know what I mean. I feel weird sneaking around like this..."

He grabs your neck, applying a little pressure before he whispers, "You just want me to parade you in town like a little pet, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasp as his grasp gets tighter.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." Satisfied, he releases your throat, allowing you to catch your breath before he catches your lips with his own.

"Get on your knees," he tries to command, surprised when you shake your head no.

"I'm not sucking the same dick as Abby," you say, pushing him away.

"Fair enough."

"And while we're at it, put a condom on."

"But I was just inside you yesterday."

"Well, today you won't be inside me without a condom. I don't know what I was thinking last night." The last time was bad enough; the last thing you needed was a trip to the clinic because neither Abigail nor Sebastian could keep it in their pants.

He pulls one out of his pocket, slipping it on quickly before bringing you down to straddle him. He doesn't waste anymore time; as soon as you're comfortable, he slides your panties to the side and slips in. You sink all the way into his lap as he gives you a sloppy kiss.

"Hold on to my neck," he says, gripping your ass. Sebastian lifts you up, carrying you to the bedroom, still impaling you on his dick. Your sensations were heightened at the thought that he could drop you at any moment, and you could end up on one of those shows about sex-related accidents.

"Can I still eat you out?" He asks as he gets on his knees. His face is already near your core, waiting for your permission to devour you.

"Please," you moan. Sebastian snakes a hand up your body and puts two fingers in your mouth, urging you to get them nice and wet before he uses them to prod at your entrance. As soon as he slips a finger in, you clench around his digits. He pushes in more before attaching his mouth to your clit, giving you light sucks while he works his fingers deeper in.

You reach down to push his hair out of his face and to get a better view of how good he looks down there. He lifts his head up from between your thighs for a moment, carefully watching you, before dipping his tongue back in.

Sebastian takes his time on you, bringing you high, before pulling his face back and snatching your orgasm away. He doesn't care about hearing your whines or grunts of disapproval, peeking up to see how cute your face was when it scrunches up in frustration. He doesn't even let you cum, he just gets up, lies down, and pats his lap, beckoning you over so you can ride him.

You crawl your way over to him, still half dazed and frustrated. You settle in his lap, eager to finish what he'd started. You tilt your head back, eyes closed, as you sink down on his still-hard cock. You don't notice the way he looks at you, the way his heart flutters at how you look so high above him.

His fingertips dig into your ass as he guides you, hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in your skin. You finally peer down at Sebastian, only to be met with his lust-filled gaze, one that made you clench around him.

"You see something you like?" you try to tease as he lifts you up and brings you back down.

"Just watching the hottest farmer in the valley ride my cock like a pro," he said.

"Really? Am I even hotter than Andy?" You bat your eyes as best as you can, which gets a laugh out of him, a laugh that you were already obsessed with.

"You're taking it so well, baby, fuck," he tilts his head back, exposing his neck. You don't think twice before latching your mouth to it, sucking hard enough to get a few groans out of him.

"Abby's gonna kill me when she sees."

"Don't think about her right now."

Sebastian pulls you in for another kiss, quickly sneaking his tongue into your open mouth. He flips you over so you're on your back before he starts pounding into you.

"Come on, cum for me. Wanna see that cute face you make when you make a mess on my dick again." Sebastian reaches down and grabs your throat, squeezing lightly. You need more. You grab his hand on your throat and give it a tap, hoping he'll get the idea and squeeze tighter. He does and reaches down to rub your clit with his other hand.

Your orgasm shatters you. Sebastian had been edging you for too long, and your body took the first opportunity it could to reach its peak. Your back arches off the bed, pushing your tits into his chest. Your body shudders, and the pressure on your neck makes everything that much more intense.

You're too far gone to notice how Sebastian's body stills over you as he gets catapulted into his own orgasm. When you've come back to reality, you reach up and grab his face while you wait for your breathing to even out.

"Are you staying tonight?" You ask, all concern for Abigail out the window. You just really wanted someone to cuddle in your post coital state.

"I shouldn't. I have a lot to get done tomorrow."

"Then just leave early in the morning."

"My mom's expecting me back sometime tonight though..."

"It's late, everyone's probably asleep anyway. You could just sneak back in in the morning." You can't remember the last time a man made you feel like this. You're practically begging for him to spend the night. Pathetic. You wrap yourself up in a blanket as the shame sets in. You can't do this anymore. "Just go, Sebastian. See you later, I guess."

"I'll stay." He tilts your head up, kissing you before he slips his boxers back on.

"You really don't have to, I understand."

"No, I want to. Plus, I'm dying to see how crazy you look in the morning." He smirks, pulling you closer to his face. "Can I stay the night? Please?" You're close enough to smell yourself on his tongue and see the way his eyes sparkle when he looks back at you. And the puppy dog eyes didn't help.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you say as nonchalantly as possible, even though your stomach was doing back flips. What was originally just casual sex with someone else's boyfriend had quickly turned into hooking up with a crush, one that grew deeper every time you saw him. You were fucked as soon as he said 'hi' to you that very first time.

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As much as you hated to admit it, Sebastian had provided a much-needed distraction from the fact that the farm wasn't doing so well. You'd do your chores for the day, chat with the townsfolk, then welcome him into your house with open arms and legs. Rinse and repeat the next day.

Sophia had given you some tips, but you needed to make something happen soon.

You thought of your grandfather every time you pulled out your rusty watering can or pickax that desperately needed to be upgraded. Being his only grandchild, you'd always been a star in his eyes, and you wanted to make him proud with your inheritance. Maybe even make your mother proud if she could see how mature you were now.

There weren't many days that went by without you rethinking your life choices. The farm still looked shoddy at best because the only hoeing you managed to get done was late at night while most of the valley slept.

If all else failed, you could crawl back to Joja and put your degree to use in some way. Rejoining the hivemind that was Joja corporate was always on the table, and they weren't afraid to let you know. There'd be at least one email sent to your spam folder every few days from them, almost begging for you to take your old position back. But you couldn't go back. Not to Joja or back to the city. Not until you made something of yourself.

Lewis had said to meet at the beach for the Luau before 2 PM, even though you were still debating about going. The thought of sharing a communal soup with people you didn't know two seasons ago was more than enough to deter you, but at least the town's doctor would be present.

Grabbing a cauliflower that you'd been saving, you rush out of the house and head to the beach, putting the thoughts of food poisoning out of your head.

As soon as you get to the beach, you regret it. The music was too loud, and you knew if you made too much eye contact with Emily, she'd haul you out onto the dance floor so everyone could see exactly what it meant for someone to have no rhythm.

You drop your produce into the pot before watching Marnie sprinkle something in after it and stir it around for what was probably the thousandth time. Searching for a shady spot, away from the crowd and the sun's harsh rays, you end up on the side of Elliott's cabin.

You almost trip over the tiniest seashell and laugh at yourself. Looking around to see if anybody saw, you settle down on the bench when you see that nobody's eyes were on you.

The plan was to stay for a bit, chat it up with the townsfolk, and then leave before the actual soup was served.

You watch as Elliott notices you, sauntering over to join you on your spot on the bench. His bench, probably. He'd abandoned his usual formal attire for a white t-shirt and shorts.

"Staying out of the way, are we?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You'd never been this close to him, always choosing to admire him and his hair at a distance. It was even prettier up close.

Resisting the urge to reach out and touch it, you patted the bench next to you so he could sit down.

"Yeah, I don't really do crowds," you shrug.

"I don't care for them either. In fact, I probably would have just stayed home if it weren't for-" he gestures over to everyone milling about on the sand.

"Sorry, that's gotta suck. At least it's only one day out of the year, right?"

"It's not so bad. There's free food and the opportunity to chat with the most beautiful face this valley's ever seen." You nearly break your neck turning to face him.

"Who? Me?" You must have heard him wrong.

He doesn't get a chance to explain himself, Leah bounds over and drags him to the dance floor before he can get a word out. You shake it off, blaming the sun's rays for the heat you felt coursing through your body.

The celebration goes off without a hitch, and it's nice to see the whole town having fun together. After the commotion dies down, you help Marnie tidy up the beach, watching as the sun sets over the sea. The sight was breathtaking and only made you more envious of Elliott, seeing as he got to see this every night.

Two stragglers waited near the dock, the same two people you had been avoiding the entire day. You thought about asking Marnie to sweep up over there so you didn't have to be bothered, but decided against it. No reason to subject her to the smell of smoke and a failing relationship.

You know that they've been trying to get your attention all day. Or at least Sebastian has. Trying to wave you over when Abigail isn't looking or flashing you a grin whenever you manage to sneak a peek over at them. His eyes remained on you almost the whole time.

"Hey, farmer," Abigail waves you over, before you're mentally prepared to deal with her.

You walk over, trying your best to ignore Sebastian and the stupid grin he had plastered on his face as he watched you.

"Hey, Abby. What's up?" Your voice cracks on the last syllable, and if she notices, she doesn't let on.

"We have a proposition for you," she started as you inwardly groan. You already knew what it was about, and even though you didn't explicitly agree to it when Sebastian asked, you were still unsure.

"Go on..." You look down, suddenly super occupied with sweeping.

"We've been looking for ways to spice up our relationship and were wondering if you'd wanna help us out. You're the only one in town who's our type, really."

"Your type of what?" You knew what she was getting at, but you just wanted to hear her say it out loud. You already knew you were Sebastian's type, but hearing it from Abby was refreshing. Validating.

If you didn't know she was a cheater, you'd almost feel bad for fucking her boyfriend.

"You know. So..you down? It's cool if you say no, we just wanted to ask-"

"When?" You stop her before she could continue, and before your nerves could get to you.

Sebastian finally looks up, seeming to want to join the conversation after letting his girlfriend handle it.

"This weekend, if you're not busy," he suggests. You were never busy, and he knew that.

"Yeah, that's cool. You guys can come over Saturday night."

"Here, give me your number, I'll text you when we're on the way," she shoves her phone in your hand, watching as you add your info.

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It's a little past 8 when they finally arrive. No big deal. You hear the first set of knocks, but wait. You don't want to seem desperate, even though you'd been thinking about today all week.

They knock again, and you finally answer, giving a quick greeting before letting them in.

"You look hot," Abby says, causing your face to heat up at the compliment. You sure felt hot, sweating bullets all afternoon. Nervous was an understatement for how you felt. Sleeping with Sebastian was one thing, but now it was as if you had to perform, and you weren't sure how you felt about it.

You also had to pretend that Sebastian had never seen the inside of your house, when he'd seen the inside of everything else. He doesn't help your case; he goes and strolls directly to the couch and waits for you and Abby to join him.

"Do you guys want a drink? I have water, or whiskey if you want..."

"Water's fine. I'd like to be sober for this," Abigail speaks up, winking at you from her spot on the couch.

"I'll take a drink," Sebastian speaks up. You pour a glass for both of you and sit directly in the middle of them.

You down your drink, needing the liquid courage to handle the both of them.

You get up to pour your second one, and things speed up from there.

You feel big, warm hands massage your back before you're pulled into Sebastian's lean structure. He picks you up, setting you down on the counter and watches you down the shot. Abby comes up next to him, spreading your legs and reaching under your skirt. She runs her hands over your form, and you shiver whenever she touches a hot spot.

"Why don't you show me your room?" She whispers against your ear, just loud enough for you to hear.

You quickly jump down, extremities wobbly and warm from the whiskey you threw back like it was nothing. You guide them both to your bedroom down the hall, hand in hand.

Abigail enters the room first. She bounds over to the bed and plops down, patting the spot next to her. Sebastian's next, taking the spot and holding out his hand for you to join the two of them.

You think about running out to grab a third drink but the thoughts stop when you feel Abby's cool hands making their way up your thigh again. She pulls down your panties, tossing them into Sebastian's face before she pushes you down on the bed.

"You ever have sex with a girl before, farmer?" You know she's talking to you, but her eyes are glued to your sticky cunt as she licks her lips. She could tell you were nervous. She had on your back, legs spread, face to face with your heat like she wanted to inspect her meal before eating it. You tried to breathe, but involuntarily held your breath, not wanting to make even a single move that would dissuade her from continuing.

She looks up at you, and you realize you never answered her. Abigail had the same gaze Sebastian gave you when you were too fucked out to speak, and you wonder who learned it from whom.

"Just one. Back in the city," you manage to get out. She turns her head towards Sebastian, whom you'd all but forgotten about, and you follow her gaze.

"Keep your eyes on him while I make you cum, okay?" You nod, clenching around nothing at the tone of Abby's voice. She licks a stripe up your pussy and it takes everything in you not to break eye contact with Sebastian. She brings her attention to your clit, lightly sucking before she slides a finger into your dripping hole.

Sebastian looks enamored. A light blush on his face as he watches his girlfriend size you up like prey. He has his dick in a death grip, stroking himself in time with Abigail's fingers in your cunt. You can feel her eyes on you from below, but you can't take yours off of Sebastian.

You try to take a mental photo to remember how utterly frustrated he looked while Abigail took what she wanted from you, while he was forced to sit in the cuck chair.

You're about to reach your peak when Abby removes her mouth from you and moves to hover over your lower lips. She doesn't move down at first; she just moves your hips, trying to position you in just the right angle. As soon as her clit makes contact with yours, your body jolts as if you'd just been mildly electrocuted.

Despite Abigail telling you to keep your eyes on Sebastian, you're continuously drawn back to her form over yours. You don't touch her, still unsure of what exactly you are and aren't allowed to do or touch, so you enjoy the view.

Her movements grow erratic as she leans down and nips at your neck, but her hips never stop completely.

"Do you have any toys?" Abigail whispers in your ear, smiling against your skin when she feels you nod. You'd been prepared. You reach over on the nightstand and pull out a box of toys that kept you company when Sebastian was occupied.

She searches until she finds one she wants, a vibrator that you'd gotten before you moved to the valley.

She places it on your clit before straddling you, pulling a string of curses from your mouth.

You watch the image above you, Abigail grinding herself down while Sebastian watches, working himself up just enough to be mildly frustrated. The combined sound of your arousal is almost too much and you feel your cunt clench around nothing.

As soon as she cums, she gets up, tagging Sebastian in. He's hovering over you in no time, too eager to be back inside your slippery walls.

"You ready for me?" Sebastian asks, lining himself up with your entrance. He cages his arms around your head, and for a moment, it's like there's only the two of you in the room. You buck your hips up and try to guide him in, but he holds your hips down.

"Just lie there and take it, okay?" He guides you to spread your legs even more, so wide that it's teetering on the edges of erotic and painful. He takes the vibrator that Abigail used and turns it on the first setting before lightly tapping it to your clit. He hands it to you and instructs you to hold it in place as he works himself in.

"You're always so fucking tight, baby," he whispers before licking your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He sinks into you so fast you can barely register his words.

Your attention gets brought back to Abigail when you hear the familiar squelching sounds of her sinking another toy into her soaked cunt.

Sebastian grabs your face and turns you back towards him before he taps your cheek. You open up nice and wide, wanting to put on a show for Abigail. You swallow everything Sebastian gives you, and melt into the kiss he plants on your open mouth. He chuckles when he feels you clench around him as he shoves his tongue in.

Abby winces.

"I'm getting bored. I'm gonna raid your fridge while you two finish up in here," Abigail says, removing the toy and leaving the room. She shuts the door behind her, almost slamming it. Sebastian laughs and flips you over so you can straddle him.

"Ride me, porn star," he slaps your ass while you reposition yourself.

"Do you think she knows?" you ask, an unfamiliar feeling swelling in your stomach.

"She cheated on me first, remember? Who cares?"

Shameless, as usual.

"Whatever. Just hurry up and make me cum, slut."

He smirks before bucking his hips up, taking your breath away. "Yes ma'am."

You're so wrapped up in Sebastian's embrace that you forget about Abigail in the other room. You don't notice the way she watches the two of you from the doorway, all too cozy together while she's away. You don't see her head back to the living room, trying to wait it out, an unfamiliar feeling growing in her gut. You don't hear her sigh and put her clothes back on. You don't even hear your door open and shut gently, as she heads back home.

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You leave the house in the morning with only two things in mind: completing the job assigned to you by the adventurer's guild as early as possible, and talking to Robin about upgrading your coop. If you had the time, you'd head over to the museum and see if Elliott was there. You'd been meaning to catch up with him ever since your brief conversation at the Luau, but could never spot him around town.

It's beyond early, and the sun is trying its best to peek through the rain clouds. If you listen closely, you can just barely hear the frogs by your pond waking up for the day.

The instructions given were simple enough: slay twenty rock crabs and any other destitute thing lurking on the upper levels. Easy money.

You'd taken jobs from the guild before, usually when you were strapped for cash and needing to purchase new crops. This was the first time they'd requested you, though, something about Marlon not being able to work as he used to, and you were the only other member in town that day. They were putting a lot of faith in you, but maybe this was some secret chance for you to prove yourself to the others. You may have been the newest member, but you'd earned your spot fair and square.

It seemed to be raining extra hard this morning. What started as a light mist slowly turned into a downpour. You didn't have an umbrella. It didn't seem to rain in the valley as much as it did in the city, so you never bothered to pack one. Rain in the city meant a wet and messy commute to your even messier job, but rain in the valley meant curling up with a book while you sat by the window or watching reruns of shows more than 20 years old.

Except today. You strapped on the only pair of boots that you owned, shrugged on a rain poncho, and left the house, already regretting your life's choices.

The rain was a welcome escape from the sweltering heat, but you couldn't afford to catch a cold right now. The job shouldn't take long anyway; you just needed to kill a few crabs, and you could enjoy the 3k bounty they'd promised.

You hadn't even been outside for five minutes, and you were already soaked. You find it odd because you could have sworn that you checked the weather forecast before you slept last night, but you throw the thought out of your mind. Even meteorologists mess up.

Slipping underneath whatever tree you could find on the shortcut to the mines helped, but you were still getting drenched.

As soon as Robin's house comes into view, you start jogging. The only time Sebastian came out during the day was when it was raining, and you didn't feel like dealing with him or his dick today. You didn't really feel like dealing with anyone today. You were going to use this opportunity in the mines to channel some of the anger and frustration you'd been feeling lately and make some easy money in the process. Maybe then you'd be in a better mood.

You reach the mines and immediately pull your hood off, before leaving it to dry on the top level. You take the elevator down to level five and get ready to start swinging.

The first few levels are easy. You get into a groove of killing any monster you come across and snatching up whatever loot you can find. You were already planning an online shopping spree as soon as the funds hit your account.

Just a few more monsters and you'd be on your way, back to town, back in the comfort of your warm and dry farmhouse.

You should have stretched first. Between swinging your sword and your pickax and trudging through the mines, your body was screaming.

You finally get to a level with little to no light. Your glow ring helps a bit, but your surroundings are still dark. You hear the footsteps first, more than a way away, but still loud enough for you to detect. They sounded human, not like the normal shadow brutes that you encountered.

You pull out your phone, quickly turning on the flashlight to see Abigail's barely illuminated face.

"Yoba, Abigail, you scared me! Does Marlon know you're down here?"

"I'm an adult, farmer. I don't need permission from your little guild to explore the mines." She rolls her eyes, and you already wish you hadn't engaged her first.

You hadn't considered things to be awkward since that night, but you would now. You'd hardly even seen Abigail around town, thanks to the hard work you'd been putting in at the farm.

"You're right, sorry. Just adventuring today or looking for something specific?" You put the light down, shining it towards the elevator instead.

"Just...hunting. How about you?" She looks down, and only then do you notice the sword in her hand that's nearly as big as she is.

"I got a request from the guild. I should be out of here soon," you continue, pulling your eyes away from the way she handles the weapon.

"Actually, I'm glad I ran into you. Been meaning to catch up from the other night."

Your pussy throbs at the thought, but your brain sends bad signals to your stomach, and it does a small flip-flop when you realize the situation you'd found yourself in.

"Yeah, me too. Wanna grab a drink at the saloon?" You put your weapon away, already knowing you weren't reaching your goal today.

She shrugs.

"Actually, it's kind of private. We should talk in my room."

"I'm actually all done here. If you want to go now?" You suggest, as your phone rings. Your face heats up at the image on your screen, a photo of Sebastian sleeping with a hand on your tit. You quickly press ignore as Abigail leads you to the elevator. You can't read the look on her face and don't know if you're in for an orgasm or an argument.

The rain had stopped while you were in the mines, and the sunshine felt nice for a change, not the usual harsh rays that beat down on you as soon as you left the house.

The walk back to her place is almost silent, save for the occasional sound of the gravel beneath your feet and birds that should have long gone to bed.

She lets you in, leaving her shoes at her door, and you do the same. You take in her room decor, and everything about it really screams Abigail.

Abby pulls out a box from under her bed, revealing an old novelty spirit board as she gestures for you to join her on the floor.

"Are we gonna have a game night or something?" You giggle, nerves taking over.

"No, silly, this is real. I always bring out the board or my tarot cards when I need an answer to something. Have you ever tried?"

You shake your head. "No, I've never really believed in that type of stuff. Call me superstitious."

Abby lights some candles, setting them down around you all. "So you can go around hunting monsters all day, but a little spirit is where you draw the line?" She narrows her eyes at you, and it's hotter than it should be.

"I've just never really given it much thought. Let's just do it."

"Good farmer. Now give me your hand." She places your hand on the planchette. "I'm gonna ask it a question, try not to move or make too much noise, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," you reply.

She pauses, scrunching her eyebrows together as if she were pondering a riddle from a sphinx.

"I got it! Am I Sebastian's one true love?" Abby beams, like she's just asked the greatest question in the world, and your stomach turns.

And then you feel movement from the board. The planchette moves, making its way from the middle to the top, giving Abby a definite 'NO' for an answer.

She looks at you. If you weren't so horny, you might have guessed that this was a trap to begin with.

"Is it my turn-" She cuts you off, and a candle flickers in your peripheral vision. Weird.

"Is Sebastian cheating on me?" Again, she looks up at you, almost daring you to speak. The planchette moves towards the 'YES'.

She has to be doing this?

"Well, that sucks, huh? I wonder who it could be with?" She gives you a fake pout.

"Well, would you look at that. What should we ask it next?" She tilts her head, waiting for you to reply, but as soon as you open your mouth, she cuts you off. "I know! Spirit, who is Sebastian in love with?"

Once again, the planchette seemingly moves on its own. You start to panic, your eyes frantically go from Abby's shit-eating grin to the board, then back at Abby, before you knock it over.

"What's wrong, farmer? Scared?" She blows out a candle, winking at you right as it goes out.

"No, I just don't think we should be messing with ghosts, that's all," you try to play it off.

"I thought you didn't believe in that kinda stuff? I was gonna do a tarot reading next."

"Maybe next time, Abby. I'm gonna head home, okay? See you later." You nearly trip over your own feet, but you can't get out of her room fast enough. You think you hear her following you, but you don't stop. This was a problem for another day, not today, not when you were exhausted from the mines.

Some day, when you hadn't only eaten cheese and field snacks, you'd talk to Abigail about everything, just not today.

You exit the shop and stop, trying to decide if you could still make it to the Carpenter's to check out coop options or if you should just call it a night.

Deciding against it, you make the journey back to the farm you called home. You stop to check the mail, something you'd skipped out on this morning on your way to the mines.

You sort through ad after ad, everything from letters from Pierre asking you to break the bank at his store to an ad from JojaMart threatening to build another super center in town if the current one did well.

You were two seconds away from having a talk with Lewis about the recent junk mail, but stop, seeing something from Victor. An invitation to his home, for "a night to remember," according to him. If you had to guess, Olivia would be out of town, and he was planning on throwing as big a party as one can in Pelican Town.

You chuckle to yourself, already preparing to text Sophia as soon as you get in.

You collapse on the couch, wondering when your life had become so interesting.

Immediately after firing off a text to Sophia about her boyfriend's party invitation, you scroll through your to-do list, adding another trip to the mines and coop upgrade, things that should have already been done.

You sigh, calling Sebastian back while you heat leftover takeout.

He answers on the first ring, sounding as out of breath as he did the last time you'd seen him.

"Why didn't you answer my call earlier?" He questions.

"Hello to you, too, Sebastian. Guess who I spent the day with?"

He groans, already knowing the answer. "Anyone other than Abby, hopefully."

"Wrong answer! She found me in the mines and made me talk to a spirit board. I may or may not be possessed now."

"Well, at least you two are becoming friends," he replies. You can almost hear the smirk on the other end.

"I think she knows. She asked really weird questions about you. The whole evening was weird, to be honest."

"You're just being paranoid. If it will make you feel better, I'll talk to her soon, okay?"

"It won't make me feel better, but it's for the best. I think the stress of sneaking around is starting to give me an ulcer," you sigh, already dreading an appointment with Harvey.

"Aww, do you want me to come over and rub your tummy?" he coos.

"Keep it in your pants tonight. I've had enough interaction for the day."

"Can I see you tomorrow then? Pretty please? I'm batting my eyelashes at the phone if you couldn't tell," he says, and you roll your eyes at his pleas.

"Yeah, I need to talk to Robin anyway. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, babe," he ends the call, and you're forced to sit in silence for a while. But instead of ruminating on your feelings, you choose peace. You hop in the shower, washing away the day's sins and preparing your body for new ones to commit tomorrow.

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"Almost finished. Stop squirming," Sebastian taunts from behind you. You'd been in this position for the better part of an hour.

With Robin at her aerobics class and Maru at work, the two of you were alone in the cabin, or at least you might as well be. The chances of Demetrius coming down to bother Sebastian were as likely as your grandfather springing back to life to take back his farm.

You'd agreed to meet Seb to talk, and he'd somehow talked you out of your shorts and onto his dick.

"I can't help it, just hurry up and fuck me," you clench down, hoping to convince him to forgo his work and focus on you instead.

"Stop, or I'm kicking you out. Bad girls don't get rewards."

You know he's joking; he was in too deep, pun intended. He kisses the back of your head, laughing to himself at your lack of restraint. If you knew anything about his work, you'd know he'd finished minutes ago, and now he was just fucking with you for his own amusement.

You sigh, setting your head down on the desk when you feel Sebastian adjust himself inside of you, earning a wanton moan from deep within.

"And keep quiet. Unless you want Demetrius to hear your slutty little moans."

Another desperate moan.

Another evil chuckle, another thrust from below.

He picks you up, and it amazes you every time how someone could be so strong yet so lithe. He finally takes mercy on you and carries you to his bed, and you get lost in a mess of sheets and shirts as he hovers on top of you. There's a gentleness to his movements, one that you'd grown used to in the past few weeks. He reaches down and pulls your shirt over your head in one swift motion, tossing it on the floor to join your previously discarded shorts.

Sebastian moves fluidly, pulling out his dick before you can even blink. He glides in easily, body already molded to fit his form from your previous encounter. you flat onto your stomach and climbs on tops of you, kissing any and everywhere that he could reach. He slides back in quickly, grinding into you when he bottoms out.

"You're so warm, you feel so nice," Sebastian moans into your ear. He sinks into you completely, and your eyes roll back. "I'm not going to last long," he says before kissing you. You open your mouth, quickly losing the fight for control as he overpowers your tongue with his own. He stops kissing you to look down at you, hearing you pant softly.

He doesn't move for a few breaths, he just watches your reaction as he takes his thumb to rub your clit some more.

"You look so pretty underneath me," he whispers to you, still unmoving, still sloppily rubbing your clit while you clench down on his dick. It was evident that he wanted to feel you cum again before he did, and you were going to do whatever he wanted.

He starts moving again, slowly pumping in and out of you while you lean your head up to watch. The sight of his cock disappearing into you, coupled with the syrupy sounds of him being sucked back into your pussy every time he tried to pull out were bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Sebastian presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and groaning as he hears your moans grow louder. Sebastian's thrusts gradually get deeper, paired with soft praises and kisses to your neck. He pushes your legs up to your chest and leans down, hitting a spot that had gone untouched since you moved to the valley.

You could feel your mind growing hazy and your body getting warmer. The only thoughts in your mind were of Sebastian, his beautiful dick, and you thanking Yoba that you had no close neighbors that could hear you screaming for the heavens.

"You're doing so good for me, baby," he says, giving you a weak smile. You can tell he's trying to last for you; he looked about three seconds from filling up the condom. He takes two fingers and rubs your clit faster, causing the coil in your tummy to tighten. "Need to feel you cum again, please."

You look up, getting a good look at his love-drunk face. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glassy as he watched you intently, drinking up your image and no doubt saving it for later. You were going to do the same.

Sebastian rubs his hands across your smooth skin, stopping to fondle the same breasts that he had been eyeing all evening. You arch your back and lean into him; the light touches he provided weren't enough. He gets the idea and squeezes your tits, tugging slightly at your raised nipples as you gasp into his mouth. He continues working them over as you feel yourself tighten around him, cumming so hard that you see stars behind your vision.

Sebastian groans and follows behind you, finally able to release after holding it in for so long. You drape your arms around his neck and pull him closer, desperate to feel him throb inside you as he cums.

You just barely finish cumming when you hear the door open. In fact, Sebastian's actively spilling inside you when you hear Sam's loud boots and smell the even louder scent of his hair gel entering the room.

Too late. He turns the corner, and you make eye contact. Sam turns around almost as fast as he came in the room.

"Uh, hey Seb. And farmer. I just stopped by to bring you a copy of our demo."

"Just leave it on my desk, dude." Sebastian sighs, throwing on the first shirt he saw and tossing you the next.

Sam turns around, slowly, and looks down, unable to make eye contact with either of you.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had... company. I guess I'll catch you two later then?" He rubs his shoulder, and the cutest blush dusts his cheeks as he finally looks up at you.

"Yeah, Sam, I'll text you," Sebastian replies. "And please don't tell Abby. We're breaking up."

"Whatever, man, I don't wanna get in the middle of your shit anyways. Just text me, okay?" Sam sets down the disc and heads towards the door, but not before offering you a small, "later, farmer!" on his way out.

You sit there for a second, exhausted and shell-shocked, but Sebastian goes on about his day as if nothing happened.

"Aren't you worried?" You slide on your bottoms and shoes, preparing to leave.

He shrugs. "I mean, he was gonna find out sooner or later. One less person we have to hide from now."

He shuts down his desktop and turns towards you, giving you a lopsided smile. "Maybe we can double date sometimes. He asked Penny out the other day."

"C'mon, I want to show you something." He grabs your hand, squeezing it as he leads you outside. An eruption of butterflies goes off in your stomach, and you don't know whether they're good or bad.

Sebastian brings you to his garage, where there are already two helmets waiting by his most prized possession: his motorcycle. The infamous project that took up almost all of the time that he didn't spend working or on you.

"I'm not getting on that thing," you back away, almost tripping before he reaches out to catch you. You'd lead to your own demise if the motorcycle didn't get you first.

"Come on, it's safe. I went out last night for a test drive."

You hop on behind him, hoping he doesn't feel how hard your heart is pounding in your chest. You lean in, getting a whiff of weed and the dandruff shampoo he swears he doesn't need.

The bike starts up, and you wrap your arms around his waist as tight as you can get them without him wincing.

"First time?"

You nod. "That obvious?"

"Yeah, but it's cute. I wish I could have been your first for a lot of things."

"You don't have to sweet-talk me, you know. I'm already letting you fuck me."

"I know, but I mean it. You're special." He makes a sharp turn, speeding up as he hits the corner.

You've never been on a bike before, but the nerves fade away, farther and faster with each mile that you go.

"Where are we going?" You try to speak louder than the engine, but your voice comes out smaller than intended. He hears you anyway.

"It's a surprise. A good one, I swear." Your hands wander, taking on a mind of their own as they slip under his shirt.

It's nice. To feel his soft skin under your hands that grew rougher with every tree chopped and every rock smashed. You lean your head against his back and almost doze off when you feel the bike stop abruptly.

Sebastian helps you down, ever so the gentleman.

You walk a little way, near the edge of the cliff, and in front of you is the sight of the city you'd left behind just a few months ago.

"What do you think?" He puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer.

"It's..beautiful. I've never seen Zuzu from this angle before. It's nice." A kiss on his cheek is enough to make him blush and turn away from you, facing the city.

"I think so too. It's funny, I used to be obsessed with moving to the city, but now I don't really want to go."

Silence. But a comfortable one, instead of the horrible ones that made your skin crawl and forced you to make unnecessary small talk.

The background sound of the cicadas takes precedence while you take in the sights. Sebastian lights up, offering you a hit before going back to his bike to take out the blanket you didn't know he'd packed in his bag. He lays it out, watching you like a hawk as you traipse over, making your way into his lap.

"I've never brought anybody else out here, you know. I meant it when I said you were special earlier. It's been a while since I've felt this way about anybody." He wraps his arms around you, stumbling over his words as he tries to force the confession out.

"I think you're special too, Seb. I don't know if I've ever felt this way about anybody." You pass him the joint, and he tilts your head back. You close your eyes as he presses his lips to yours, blowing the smoke directly into your mouth. You inhale before you blow the smoke back in his face. He grabs your neck, keeping you in place as he peppers your face with kisses.

You take the joint back from him, and he uses his other hand to explore your body. His hands find their favorite spot in between your legs, and you squeeze them together, heart pounding even harder.

"Here? We just had sex before we left." Your breath hitches in your throat as you try to get out the words. He releases your neck, using his now free hand to spread your legs and dip a finger into your core.

"And we can have sex when we get back, too. I can't get enough of you," he says. "Don't think so much, just feel."

"You're insatiable," you say as you lean into him. You're not sure if it's the weed or the way his fingers strum your clit just right, but your thoughts become hazy. Maybe Sebastian's right. You just need to feel.

You bring the joint up to his lips and watch his pretty mouth wrap around it.

Yoba, you loved his mouth. And his fingers and the way they were sliding in and out of you, slick sounds putting the volume of the cicadas to shame.

You start to pant when he circles your clit in those same precise circles that he'd perfected over the past few months.

Your orgasm rolls through you in waves, starting in your core and working its way slowly through your body.

Sebastian works you through it, only stopping to put those same fingers in your mouth to offer you a taste.

He lets your body come down from its high, rubbing your shoulders, and holding your shaking form closer to his serene one. Eventually, you're placed back on the bike, holding onto his waist while he starts the journey back home.

But he's going faster than usual. Or maybe it was the weed messing with your perception again, every crack of a tree branch startles you, and the rush of the wind grows louder and louder in your ears. You want to cover them, but you're too scared to take your hands away.

Everything's still too fast.

What's the speed limit again?

You'd never considered yourself one to be afraid of the road, but right now you'd give anything to be off of it.

You try to remember how long the drive out there was, try to think about what you'd grab to eat once you got home, try to think about anything but how close you are to the road and how open everything is.

The whooshing gets louder. You hum to yourself, and it helps, but you feel Sebastian tense up in front of you.

"We're almost there. I've got you," he squeezes your hand briefly, before turning his attention back to the bike.

He tries to slow down, maybe trying to ease your nerves, or maybe finally taking note of how fast he was going, but it was still too fast for your high brain to relax.

Don't think so much, just feel.

Too much feeling.

And there was the whirring. The bike's motor was louder than it was on the ride up.

How far away are we?

The smell hits you next. Harsh and rubbery, it seems to come out of nowhere and turns your stomach, mixing with the panic. Could you try to hop off?

"Sebastian.." The relaxing sensation that coursed through your body just minutes ago is replaced with terror, pure, unadulterated fear.

Your brain works overtime to calm down, but the last image that flashes before you is of you careening off the side while the smell of smoke permeates your senses. You feel hands around your waist, but you're too far gone. Three small words come to the forefront of your mind while everything else goes black.

Sebastian's got me.