His Maid, Imprisoned: 1
Summary: Master. Lately, you seem to have made quite a friend of inspector Abberline. Making new friends is notable, naturally, but one might earl on the side of caution. I advise you not to become so deeply involved that you put yourself at risk. Share a short conversation now and then, but always be on the look out.
Next time on Black Maid, “His Maid, Imprisoned”
You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.
Pairings” Sebastian x Demon!reader
Warnings: Sexual activity, talk of murder
Word Count: 4009
Your name: submit What is this?
Before the door had even closed Sebastian wrapped his arms around you from behind. One inhale of his delicious scent and you wanted to turn around. His right hand dropped to your thigh, pulling up the skirt that hung so loose just above your knees. You couldn’t move even if you tried, like his fingers had short circuited your mind in the best possible way.
He turned you around and your back slammed on the hard surface, his eyes searching yours as he fell on you. You kissed him back and bit his bottom lip, hard enough it drew blood as he knew you would. With your lips you felt his mouth stretch wider than it should, fighting between grinning and kissing.
Your lips fitted perfectly– as if they were meant for each other. Moving against each other, feeling each other. Sebastian grabbed the back of your neck, growling in the kiss as you growled back in pleasure.
His finger tips were electric, they must’ve been, for wherever they touched your skin tingled in a frenzy of static. As his hands moved over your skin your body had a transitory paralysis, your mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moved around to your left ear and he whispered what was coming next.
Suddenly your body was off pause-mode and you pulled back for a kiss that was both soft and hard. Both of you moved in an intoxicated dance of limbs, never making the exact same moves twice, not in the few days you’ve been lovers. He’s your cat-nip, you’re his dear kitten.
His hands snaked up your shirt and you tingled in anticipation from the feeling of his gloves.
“Hey! What we got for breakfast today, Y/N-”