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eternal-love · 8 months ago

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GIRLFRIEND

Pairing: Sebastian Kydd x Female!Reader

Summary: It’s your first time being with Sebastian alone. And you never liked how Carrie treated him anyways.

Warning: cheating, sex.

Note: for my darling @aust-een who’s also a sebastian girl. Me and my homies hate Carrie Bradshaw (i’m just like her)

You found yourself alone on the diner, Carrie, Maggie, Mouse and Walt had all told you that they would come too— turns out they lied.

You ordered a burger and sat down alone to eat it in the booth, that’s when you saw Carrie’s oh-so-gorgeous boyfriend, Sebastian. His blond and tall frame shone anywhere he went, he turned towards you and smiled, he walked towards you, you panicked but at the same time you were glad that Donna wasn’t there because she would have totally stolen his attention.

“Hey, y/l/n.” He sat down, with that awful smile of his that made you giggle like a child.

“Hey, Sebastian.” You smiled at him, pushing away your burger and fries. “I thought you’d be with Carrie.”

“I could’ve. But my father told me we could have lunch together…” Sebastian trailed off. “But he left me hanging again.”

“That’s a bummer. What a dick, no offense.” You said, he laughed and shook his head.

“And you, why aren’t you with them in New York?” Sebastian asked, confused. You were a friend group, weren’t you?

But you had no idea that the other had gone to New York with Carrie.

“I had no idea we were going to New York.” You said with a smirk as you grabbed a French fry, you were hurt, of course.

They had excluded you once again.

“Well, they left us both behind.” He laughed as he carelessly started to eat your French fries too.

This was it, it was your opportunity.

“We should hang out.” You said, like a suggestion but you really wanted him to say yes. Sebastian simply smiled and nodded.

“My house or yours?”

You were in his house, he had been kind enough to give you something to drink, albeit, you two started drinking his father’s whisky.

“So you and Carrie have been having problems?” You asked, playing with the glass in your hands.

“What? Why? I don’t,” Sebastian was cut off mid sentence by you.

“Because she’s been bad-mouthing you with us.” You said after cutting him off.

You were doing something that wasn’t in girl’s code, but Carrie hadn’t exactly followed girl’s code since you met.

“I don’t believe you.” Sebastian said, shaking his head.

Busted. You were busted. You tried to think of something, you tried to remember all the times you had to console Carrie after a fight with Sebastian and out of rage she over-talked.

“She does. She says you’re too carefree. Pampered and spoiled.” You lied again, Carrie had never said those words.

Sebastian stared at you, his mouth wide open. He couldn’t believe it, he believed you, you were a good girl and a good friend. But he had a hard time accepting it because he knew that Carrie would say those words.

“Really?” He looked up at you, his eyes glimmered with insecurity. A part of you felt bad, but then again, you really wanted Sebastian for yourself.

“I’m sorry, Seb…” You reached for his hand, squeezing it.

You were dying inside, really. Screeching really.

“I know she tries to be good to you but it never works.” You said, trying to appear comforting.

Sebastián didn’t even say anything, he just kept drinking the whisky.

“You’ve got any boyfriend?” Sebastian asked, trying to change topics.

“Not really. I’m the only single one.” You answered, you were indeed the only one in the friend group who was still single.

“Nah.” Sebastian shook his head while laughing. “You’re bluffing me. You’re gorgeous, how come?”

He called you gorgeous, this was going well.

“I haven’t found the right one yet. And I doubt I’ll ever find him.” You said, lying, of course. Because the one was sitting besides you.

“You will. He’s somewhere out there.” Sebastian said with a smile, bringing the glass to his lips one more time.

You didn’t know if to answer or not, so you stayed silent. And the silence continued, shit, you should’ve answered.

“Somehow, we always get abandoned by the guys.” You said, chuckling. The friend group always seemed to forget to tell you or him about any plan.

“Maybe it’s us against the world.” Sebastian rolled his eyes as he smiled, his hand instinctively going to your knee.

“I like how us sound.” You smiled at him once again, did you ever stop smiling at his direction?

There was a silence before your mind passed on like a train. A part of you wanted to be a good friend and be liked by Carrie and your ‘friends’ but a part of you wanted to get back at her and finally get what you want.

So you leaned in, your lips immediately finding Sebastian’s, you had seen him and Carrie kiss many times, how quickly their kisses would turn into make out sessions. And that wasn’t a reservation for Carrie’s lips, because he was quick to grab your jaw to deepen the kiss.

His tongue dancing with your as he kissed you hungrily, and so did you. You were finally getting what you had been dreaming for months. His kissed were really passionate and hot, you felt yourself getting hotter by the minute.

He pulled you into his lap so you’d straddle him, continuing the kiss. Until he pulled away, his big hand on your cheek.

“This shouldn’t be happening.” Sebastian said, your face fell, shit, was he backing up now?

“What? Why not? You know that Carrie doesn’t care about you.” You said immediately, you stumbled upon your words, your nervousness and guilt were eating you up from inside.

“This is not about Carrie.” He sighed. Your hand went to his chest.

“Then what is it about?” You looked at him with puppy eyes.

“You’re a mess, y/n, no offense. I don’t care if this will be my revenge on Carrie or whatever but I would never take advantage of a distraught girl.”

Aw, you melted completely. You had never wanted to get laid this bad before.

“I’m not drunk, I’m just nervous.” You whispered before leaning down again.

Your lips on his again and your tongue made its way inside his mouth. He moaned into your mouth as well as groaning as he grinned his hips against yours.

“Can you feel how you get me going, y/l/n?” He said as he went to kiss your neck with wet kisses. As you straddled his lap, you fell the hardness of his cock through his pants, it was pressing against your thigh.

You moan in response, his plump lips felt like heaven all over you. He could do anything to you know, you were at his disposition.

It didn’t take long before he laid you down on the couch, he crawled on top of you as he continued to kiss you, his hand went exploring your whole body, until they reached the hem of your pants, his middle finger played with it, as well as with your underwear hem.

He unbuttoned your jeans and helped you take them off, he threw them onto the floor. His attention was then again all on you, his hand teased the sides of your pelvis, drawing small circles with his fingers.

“Please…” it escaped your mouth, but you were in the clouds, you didn’t even notice.

“Good girl.” He muttered softly as his hand pulled aside your already damp underwear, his finger traced your wet slick, making your back arch. That’s how badly you wanted Sebastian.

His thumb went to rub your palpitating clog, he was gentle, he was just getting you ready! You were a moaning mess, you seemed so desperate that it was embarrassing.

“Such a desperate girl.” He didn’t even think Carrie or Donna had ever been a mess like this. But you were different. Specially because of the moans you let out once he inserted two of his long fingers. “There we go…”

He said, curling both his fingers inside of you as his thumb still rubbed your clit. You were up in space. That’s for sure.

You both ended up on his bed, he fucked made love to you and you were smiling ear to ear. Your face buried in his neck as your hand traced his torso.

“You know, Carrie-“ you placed your finger on his lips before starting to kiss his neck.

To be honest, the last thing in Sebastian’s mind right now was Carrie.

It was another day at school, it had been two weeks since you slept with Sebastian. You always saw him with Carrie. But now you knew him.

The way he looked at you, and even when he was talking with Carrie, he was thinking of you. He could do better than Carrie, better than a girl who broke up with him every time she found a slight thing wrong in him or her own life. She didn’t treat him right, he deserved someone like you.

You could be his girlfriend, because you knew he liked you and it wasn’t a secret.

You wanted Carrie to disappear, she was so whatever.

But he was getting sick of it, sick of you looking so hot all the time. With your big hair, your jeans, he hated how tempting you were. One day, he pulled you into a classroom.

“This is what you wanted?” He asked as he towered over you, looking like a total snack.

“I want you to break up with her.” You said, smiling at him.

“Only a girl like you would want their best friend’s boyfriend.” He placed his hands on your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Best friend? She’s not my best friend. She’s so stupid, I don’t know what the hell were you thinking.” You said, leaning in to kiss him, he was a few inches away still.

“Such a slut.” He whispered before kissing you.

Sebastian knew he had to break up with Carrie, he needed a new girlfriend anyways. And you were that girl, the girl he needed. It left everyone speechless when Sebastian broke up with Carrie and a week later, he was seen with you.

The friend group didn’t even take a second glance before bad mouthing you every time they hung out and saw you and Sebastian on his car. You were living the life, enjoying it while it lasted.

Because with a guy like Sebastian, you never knew.

I’ve had this is drafts since last Wednesday, because I finally finished my final projects!!

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eternal-love · 15 days ago

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GIBSON GIRL

Pairing: Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Sebastian promised himself he wouldn’t be like his father. That he liked tasteful girls, with ambitions and good families. But he couldn’t help himself. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Warning: Smut. Objectification. Cheating.

Author’s note: well, I’m back, I’ve been MIA for quite a while but there was a lot going on my life. But here I am!

After what happened with his teacher, Sebastian promised himself he’d stay out of trouble, that he’d try and be a normal guy, with a steady girlfriend. His act lasted less than it took him to say it.

You and Sebastian had history together, not because you knew each other since childhood or some corny shit like that. But because every time he broke up with Carrie, you could see him staring at you, like he wanted to devour you in the halls.

You liked the attention. Always. Everyone knew it, there was a reason why you were glued to the hip to Donna LaDonna, surely, you both competed for Sebastian’s attention but it was clear who he liked best. Guys liked Donna because she was rich and popular, but guys are all the same, they see something nice and warm to fuck and they immediately pick it.

Your hair smelled like AquaNet and your eyes were packed with a sheer baby blue eyeshadow, lashes coated in mascara, your lips glossy and decorated with a knowing smile, a smile only he could get. You didn’t believe his good boy act, you didn’t believe anyone actually believed it. Everyone knew he had money, he drove a red Porsche for the love of God! Your family went to the same Country Club his parents went to. You never actually saw him, at least not until that day.

You saw them, him and Carrie arguing in an empty classroom. You pretended to check the posters on the wall, and as Carrie walked out stomping with her pretentious little heels, Sebastian walked out flexing his jaw, oh, he was pissed. You fluffed your hair a few times before walking behind him, trying to catch up.

“Is everything alright, Kydd?” You asked him, feigning innocence.

“Not right now.” Sebastian answered, sounding harsher than he probably intended. “None of your business anyways.”

Sebastian kept walking, stomping almost, you stayed back, watching him, biting the inside of your cheek so that you wouldn’t laugh. “I heard, y’know?”

He stopped on his tracks, he wanted to turn around so bad and tell you that you didn’t know shit, that you were annoying, that he hated you for looking the way you did. He hated you for making him doubt his loyalty for Carrie. He decided he was gonna ignore you. Easy, right?

“Eavesdropping little slu…” Sebastian muttered under his breath. “And don’t call me Kydd.”

“You’re all the same. Sebastian. You just don’t want to accept it.” You said, trying to taunt him. Not even telling him why you thought he was like the rest. Leaving it up to his judgment and interpretation.

He didn’t turn around, you smiled to yourself. It was fun messing with him. He was weak, as much as he wanted to deny how much he missed being a player, you knew what he wanted.

Your family visited the local Country Club, your father’s orders as always. You didn’t know if you liked it or hated it. You were getting tired of the golf-playing men flirting with you in front of their kids. It scared you a little, the fact that those men who were your father’s age would so much imply that they wanted to fuck you on their car.

There you were, sitting inside the club’s restaurant besides your mother. Sebastian and his father sat there too. Your makeup was done, your heels on point, your dress was fuchsia. You were batting your eyes towards Sebastian, he only bit the inside of his cheek, trying too hard to ignore you.

But you knew one thing, you were gonna get what you wanted. So you took off your right heel and started touching his leg underneath the table, he didn’t move.

“You look just like your mother when she was your age.” Mr. Kydd said, a compliment, really.

You just laughed softly, continuing to tease Sebastian underneath the table. “I know,” you turned to your mother with a smile. “She really taught me well.” Your feet touched Sebastian’s crotch, which made him startle.

Sebastian dropped his fork on the plate and he turned to look at you. You expected his jaw to be locked, you were wrong, he looked at you with this smile. You thought you were hallucinating. You cleared your throat and put your heel back on.

“Excuse me.” You said as you stood up, going off to the bathroom. As you walked away, of course Sebastian’s father stared at your ass, almost breaking his neck.

Like father, like son.

Inside the bathroom you fixed your makeup, then you decided to lose your way back to the table and ended up going to a small garden behind the restaurant. You heard a few steps behind you, this happened all the time.

“Didn’t you know? Blowjobs season’s over.” You said, smirk on your face. You thought it was the waiter from last weekend. Until whoever it was pulled your arm and shoved you against the wall.

“Woah. This is how you think you’re gonna get your dick-“

And it was Sebastian.

“What was that at the table?” Sebastian asked, sounding rough. Mad.

“You smiled. I thought that’s what you wanted.” You said, smirk on your face.

“You don’t know what I want. You don’t know me at all.” Sebastian said, almost as if it was a fact. “You don’t know crap. How would you even know if I was just like the rest?”

You chuckled, you had waited a long time to say this to his face. “I know exactly what you want. You want to get alone with me. You want to take off my clothes.”

“That’s not true.” He shook his head.

“No? You came alone to me, you have me here, in a dark, lonely and quiet hallway.” You purred. “And you’re asking me how I know you’re just like the rest? Come one. Your father doesn’t even hide the fact that he wants to fuck me and neither do you.”

That hurt him. You were comparing him to his father. His whole All-American boy act crumbled when this happened.

“Aw… did that hurt you? Why can’t you just accept it?” You leaned closer to him, whispering closer to his lips. “He’s obsessed with money. Addicted to women.”

“It’s not right.” He whispered back, his breathing more heavy.

“Baby, if it feels good then it can’t be bad. Anyone can be a bit immoral.” You said as you slowly knelt down. Your hands undoing his belt.

“God, stop.” Sebastian hissed, involuntarily. You raised your hands.

“You can’t deny it for much longer, Kydd. You wanna see me on my knees. And I'm willing to do it… just for you.” You smiled one last time before shoving him off yourself and walking back to the table.

That whole night, while talking to Carrie over the phone he could only think of what you’ve said. And jerking off to the memory of you almost kissing in wasn’t any better.

You were at school, you had stayed back helping with some decorations for the next school assembly. You had grabbed some stuff from your locker and you were walking down the hall while fidgeting with your car keys, until you heard them, Carrie and Sebastian, their conversation was surely getting angsty. You started eavesdropping again, it wasn’t your fault they always did this in public.

“Walt told me he saw you, Kydd. He saw you two disappear into a hallway. What am I supposed to think?” Carrie exclaimed, stuttering.

“Jesus, Bradshaw.” Sebastian sighed. “It’s not what you think. Not at all.”

“Then what is it? Walt literally saw you.” She crossed her arms, looking up at Sebastian’s, daring him to speak.

“You really think I’d have sex with her?”

“You slept with Donna of all people. It figures.” You almost chuckled. Carrie could be anything, but sometimes she really knew how to humble him.

“I didn’t sleep with Donna. That was something Maggie made up.” He crossed his arms too, standing tall. “I would never have sex with her. Someone with mileage.”

“What does that even mean? I’m not guessing.” Carrie furrowed her eyebrows, and so did you.

“Come on. Yeah, she’s pretty but that’s it. A pretty baby with the miles.” Sebastian explained, he then sighed. “You’ve been to a dealership with your dad, and see a pretty car— but then you check it and it’s got 180,000 miles on it? You don’t stand there like an idiot and consider it, you say ‘damn, someone’s ran this thing through’. That’s her, baby, everyone’s gotten a ride. Tell me, Bradshaw, you think I’d ever buy an used car?”

You weren’t the type for feelings, you’ve heard so many things. You knew you really went around town. You knew you were a bad motherfucker. That men thought you had fuck me eyes. What Sebastian said hurt you a little, but you understood. Come on, Carrie? She was perfect. You’d never compete with her. You’d never be that kind of angel, the one he truly saw. Past the colorful eyeshadow and glossy lips.

You turned around and started walking away, until the voices turned into a blurry sound. You reached your locker and just played dumb there, until Sebastian came along, maybe he’d said bye to Carrie, maybe he’d forgotten something.

“Let me guess, eavesdropping again?” Sebastian said, leaning against the lockers.

“The whole world doesn’t revolve around you and Carrie, Kydd.” You answered, rolling your eyes.

“Don’t call me Kydd, I’ve told you-“

“I really don’t care.” You chuckled at him. “Can’t believe I’ve shown you how I don’t care what you think and you haven’t caught the hint.”

Sebastian clenched his jaw. “What I said to Carrie was true, y’know? I don’t like girls like you.” He said nonchalantly, fixing his jacket.

“Really?” You smiled, fixing something inside your locker to keep yourself occupied.

“I think girls like you are pathetic. Believe me, more than hookers on the streets. You’ve got everything and you’re still begging for some stupid attention from guys’ dicks.” He gave you that stupid little sly smile. “I really, really, really hate girls like you. With all my heart, I mean it.”

He was telling you exactly what you told him. About knowing that he was just like the rest.

“If you want to prove it, fuck around and come find out.” You said, slamming your locker door shut. You leaned against it too.

Sebastian leaned in and he kissed you, trapping you between himself and the locker, his hands besides your ears. His plump lips were warm, sweet even. Your hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss, your tongue flicking with his. A moan escaped your lips.

Who was this Sebastian Kydd?

You stumbled towards a classroom, which he kicked the door to close it, he picked you up, wrapping your legs on his waist and your arms around his neck. The kiss continued, it was a full make out session, he placed you upon the desk and as he stood between your legs, you took the opportunity to get your hands inside his jeans, and well, he basically ripped off your blouse. He kissed your neck, open mouthed wet kisses.

“See? How easy you give it up.” Sebastian said, making you moan. Then he captured your lips in a kiss again, he laid you down on the desk. His crotch making friction with your clothed core

His hand sneaked down to touch you over your underwear adding some pressure, your back arched.

There was no talking, not much foreplay either, it was rough, he pulled his lips away from yours, and stared down at you as he yanked your panties down, biting his lip.

“Maybe you’re right.” He said, licking his thumb before finding its way to your clit, rubbing it, making you squirm. Blinded with pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “You’re disgusting, you know that?”

“Then why are you hard?” You smirked, pleasure filling your body.

With his free hand he pulled down his jeans, his cock begging to be freed from his boxers, he groaned as he pulled down his boxers, his cock hard and dripping.

You were always something Sebastian wished he had.

He didn’t want to love you.

He wanted to fuck you.

“You really think, I’d be fucking any nice girl… like this?” He asked you, mockingly as he thrusted deep into you. You yelled out a moan, probably echoed on the school halls. “Fuck- Oh- Shit.”

He was relentless, like he’d been holding himself back for months— which he had. He slammed into you trying to find a rhythm, you grabbed his forearms, trying to steady yourself but he slapped your hand away, instead pressing your knees to keep your thighs as much apart as possible. Burying himself deep into you, hitting that sweet spot.

“I hate how much I think about you.” He groaned, it was either disgust or pleasure. He leaned down to kiss your neck again as he moved his hands from your knees to your hips to pull you closer. “Can’t believe I have to fuck you so that you finally stop whoring yourself out… it’s pathetic.”

“Sebastian… fuck…” you pleaded, like one would pray to a God for mercy.

Your eyes were glossy, mascara messy and your lips were already swollen. The desk moved under you.

“Did mama teach you to be like this? I bet she did…” Sebastian pulled out, making you whine. “Baby’s cock addicted?” He purred before pulling you up roughly and forcing you to turn around, bending you over the desk.

He slammed himself into you again, your back arched as he pressed your face against the hardwood of the desk, its rough, its filthy, its totally not Sebastian.

Or maybe this is what he truly was.

You came undone, fast, and so did he. Came all over your back, you were breathless. You heard him pull himself together, zip up his pants. You turned around, your clothes all dirty, your face was a mess, you leaned in to kiss him but he turned his head.

“It was one time, come on, you ain’t Carrie.” He said with a bit of disgust.

“B-but-“

“You think anyone is here to take you seriously? I thought you knew what everyone thought of you.” Sebastian stared you down, he got close to you, his hands making his way to cup your face. “You are what you are.” He whispered cruelly.

You saw him leave, slamming the classroom door behind him.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad about it. Why were there tears filling up your eyes as you looked down at the mess he left you looking like? It was the euphoria, right?

No, no it wasn’t.

A part of you had liked playing with him because you wanted to believe that he wasn’t like the rest. But he was.

You took a deep breath and fixed up your blouse with your hands, you fixed yourself on the bathroom and left school.

You’d never blame him, not at all, you kind of hated him. He was a great actor. Great at pretending to be something he wasn’t. At pretending that he wasn’t just like his father. You knew it. You were never kind to yourself either. You’d never be the kind of angel he’d want to put a ring on.

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