Write On Me [a Sebastian Smythe smut]
a/n: I JUST HEARD THIS SONG AND FUCK SEBASTIAN IM A SLUT FOR HIM. SUCH A GODDAMN SLUT
Mr. Shue thought the girls should have a chance to do a performance when a few of the schools had a little ‘get together’. So, you, Brittany, Santana, Rachel and Tina decided to do a Fifth Harmony song. Quinn politely passed at the offer. Nervously, you play with your black off-the-shoulder shirt; matching collar snug around your neck. “Guys, I don’t know if I can do this…” you bite your lip, watching Sebastian straighten his striped tie from behind the curtain.
Santana smirks, fixing her tight knee-length black dress, already in her chair next to Brittany. A hand guides you and you straddle the back of your chair, squinting back at the small girl. “It’ll be fine, Y/N. Just do what we rehearsed.” Rachel grins, sitting down as the curtain opens. You gulp, noticing the Warbler’s lime green eyes are on you. “Pick up the pen, put it on the paper… Write on my skin, bring me to life…” she starts singing, letting the blond take over.
Brittany stands up with her girlfriend, running her hands down her black crop top, eyes closed as she hums. “Can’t start again, there ain’t no eraser. All of my flaws, you got them so right.” she moves around when Santana joins her in the bridge. “Everything is blank until you draw me, touching on my body like you know me…” they harmonize together perfectly.
“Write on me…” you belt out, staring straight at Sebastian, standing up slowly. He leans forward, smirking up at you, winking. “Color outside the lines… Love the way you tear me up! Baby take your time…” you sing directly at him as the other girls join in. “Write on me….Give me some wings, I’ll fly, love the way you tear me up!I’ll never change my mind… Write on me, write on me…” you repeat.
Sebastian lies you down in the backseat of his mustang, hands roaming up your stomach as he smiles. “I think I’m gonna write on you tonight…” he muses, attaching his plump lips to your collarbone, pushing up your shirt. Gasping, you hook your fingers in the knot of his red and navy tie, undoing it. “You’re so beautiful, mon bebe…” he praises, tugging off your shirt.
His palms explore every possible place of your body; mouth following. Those long fingers pop the button of your black shorts, pulling them down your legs, along with your panties. You breathe his name, punctuating the French, knowing it drives him mad. He slips his blazer off, yanking his tie too, finally shimmying his trousers and boxers down to his knees.
Cradling your face in his large hand, the Warbler kisses you deeply, distracting you momentarily. A gasp of air exits you when he enters you and you arch your back against the sleek leather seat, pressing your boobs to his chest. Sebastian leaves hot, opened mouth kisses down your neck, rocking his hips with yours at a slow pace.
“I know your body so well…” he pants against your skin; hands gripping your hips, guiding you further into him. You card your fingers through his slicked back brown locks, yanking on them when you grind up. “You were thinking about me all night, weren’t you?” he smirks, green eyes darting to your face while he smacks your ass. You moan, nodding. “I was too…” he admits breathlessly, focusing back on thrusting.
Your stomach tightens and you pant, pulling at the back of his crisp white button down. “Sebastian…” you gulp, watching his eyelashes flutter at the sound of his name. “I-I’m s-so close… please.” you beg, shouting when he hits your g-spot as well as your ass.
Sebastian’s hair is messy, partly in his face, partly slicked with sweat. He thrusts, blunt nails indenting your hips, marking your skin. “Go ahead, babygirl.” he hums, feeling you cum around him, making him groan. His cum shoots out and he bites your neck harshly, sucking on it, creating a bright purple hickey.
When the both of you come back from your high, the Warbler pulls out, moving underneath your naked body. “Did I write on you enough?” he whispers in your ear, fingers mapping out the string of different shades of purple scattered across you.
“Yes. You can write on me anytime, Sebastian. I love you.” you say quietly, kissing the mole on his left cheek.