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Aprons, Ambition, Arousal

Chapter 2: His Guiltiest Pleasure

A Sebastian x Farmer Maid Café AU

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Read on AO3: Aprons, Ambition, Arousal by celestial_citrus

Rating: Mature

WC: 1,796

Summary: Our farmer waits anxiously, hoping Sebastian won’t actually show up to the maid café the next day. Much more from Sebastian's POV; he gets a little more freaky and a lot more unhinged.

Tags/TW: Yandere!Sebastian, Possessive!Sebastian, Enemies to Lovers, Blackmail, Non-consensual Touching (but NO noncon sex), Dual POV, Sebastian's POV, Female Farmer, Sebastian x Farmer, Female OC, Humiliation, Dom!Sebastian, Slow Burn

SV characters involved: Sebastian, Gus (other chapters: Sam, Abigail Alex, Elliot) *All bachelors/bachelorettes/farmer in their mid 20s.*

Comment/ask/message for any suggestions of what you would like to see from future chapters and any thoughts on the fic!! Hope y'all enjoy! <3

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“Welcome, Master!” chirped Noka, bowing slightly to the guest who had just walked in. She breathed a slight sigh of relief for every guest that entered that wasn’t Sebastian. She glanced at the clock as she sat the middle-aged man at a clean table.

6:00 pm. One more hour, and I’ll be home free. Maybe he was just bluffing. I can tell he’s got a bit of a sadistic streak, so maybe he just had his fun scaring me like that last night. Or maybe he just got bored with me and decided not to come! Yeah...

She continued to reassure herself, methodically stacking menus at the hostess stand to calm herself down. She considered having another girl cover her shift, but not only did she need the money, Noka realized that she had no idea what Sebastian was capable of. She barely slept last night, wanting to hide forever under her covers, away from the whims of the unpredictable man. Unable to shake the thought that Sebastian knew exactly how to get to the farmhouse, she figured she would have to deal with him sooner or later. Not wanting to find out what he would do if she wasn’t present when he arrived at the café, she swallowed her anxiety and tried to focus on the tasks of the day. The soft ring of the bell that dangled over the front door interrupted her spiral as she instinctively turned around to greet the new guest.

“Welcome, Master!”

Noka stopped in her tracks as she faced her nightmare.

“I could get used to you calling me that,” Sebastian chuckled darkly, grinning down at the girl frozen before him.

His taunts replaced her fear with annoyance and rage. How does he get off toying with me like this? “Right this way,” Noka gritted out, refusing to make further eye contact. His heavy boots thumped against the wooden floor as she led him through the café. He could see her little outfit much better in the light of the little shop. His dark eyes dragged leisurely up her long, stocking-clad legs as she shuffled in front of him, her short skirt swaying from side to side. It could have hypnotized him if he watched any longer.

“What do you want, Sebastian?” Noka sighed, as she sat him at the most secluded table in the café.

“Hmm, I’ll just have the…Flounder Sashimi and a cup of Jasmine Tea,” he ordered, gazing at the menu absentmindedly. But that’s not what Noka wanted to hear right now.

“No, I meant, what do you want?”

Sebastian placed his menu down, leaning forward menacingly to drink in the sight before him. "Well, I think your boss is watching us right now, so maybe you should smile, dollface, and serve me. I am your master here, aren’t I?”

His smooth, syrupy words embarrassed Noka to no end, but Sebastian was right. Noka could feel Dana’s gaze, probably confused as to why she was calling a customer by their name.

“As you wish, sir.” Noka hissed quietly between her teeth, retreating to the kitchen in defeat.

What did he want from her?

Sebastian had spent all night toying with the idea. While fleeting pangs of guilt and pity surfaced, they were drowned out by the rush of excitement flooding his nerves. If he had caught anyone else in such a compromising situation, he would have poked some fun at them, sure, but ultimately respected their privacy. But why should he respect someone who he knows has no care for the privacy of others? Sure, Pelican Town is small, but since when has it been acceptable to show up to people’s houses unannounced and intrude on their private conversations? And how does she somehow know everyone’s favorite things? Her perfection grated on Sebastian, reminding him with every smile of his own faults-- which is probably why he got such perverse joy in exploiting this crack in her bulletproof image. This was vengeance. This was retribution. This was utterly gluttonous. This just felt... so damn good. Sebastian now had a secret that belonged to him, and him alone.

All his life, he was treated at best as an afterthought and at worst as a complete burden. He didn't get a say in his mother’s marriage to Demetrius. His dreams and interests are constantly ignored. His few friends are the ones who decide all of their activities, and he just tags along for the ride. He was stuck in place, forced to watch his life pass him by. Now, for once, he was the one in control of the circumstances.

And those circumstances seemed to be walking back towards him at this very moment.

Noka dropped off Sebastian’s order, and before he could think of a new retort, she hurried off to attend to her other tables. While she tried her best to ignore his presence, his eyes stalked her. As he tried the surprisingly delicious sashimi, he began to see how dutiful she was. Sebastian figured such a headstrong farmer would be trying her best to stay behind the scenes in a place like this. But here she was, flitting between tables and taking orders with a sweet smile on her face, leaving even happier customers behind. His icy demeanor began to defrost a little as he started to realize what the rest of the town saw in her. Still, his overwhelming image of Noka was as a nosy, loud, annoying suck-up with zero social awareness. However, seeing her acting so patient and sweet was such a stark difference to the farmer he thought he knew. For how much her existence pissed him off, he found himself even more enthralled. The boy had been so focused on analyzing Noka’s every move, he didn’t notice his black jeans tighten as he watched her work from behind.

Noka eventually forced herself to glance back over to Sebastian’s table. To her surprise, it was empty. She walked over to find 500g, which actually left a pretty decent tip, and a piece of folded notebook paper.

See you soon. -Master

She cringed hard at the way he used her words against her, wishing she never had to call him that in the first place. Luckily, it was closing time, and she saw no sign of the boy lurking near the café. She stuffed the note in her apron pocket and stalked to the locker room.

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“Thank you so much, Gus, I really needed that,” Noka smiled wearily as she sipped on the last of the Pale Ale that the kind chef had gifted her.

“No problem, Noka! You looked so exhausted, I’m glad you stopped by on your way home!” Gus beamed back at the farmer, polishing a glass behind the counter.

“Oh Yoba, is it really almost 11:00?” groaned Noka as she caught a glimpse of the clock. The day had absolutely worn her out, but instead of heading straight to bed, she wanted to drown out her endless Sebastian-related anxieties with a drink and a few rounds of Journey of the Prairie King. “I better head back to the farm. Have a good night!” she called out as she hopped off the bar stool.

The warm wind of the summer night was welcome on Noka’s skin, her tank top flowing in the breeze against her shorts. The sudden breeze did, however, give her a head rush that made her realize she was definitely a bit tipsy. The town square was desolate-- unsurprising for late on a Tuesday night. She breathed in the sweet smell of grass and the river, closing her eyes in the first moment of peace she’d had in about 30 hours.

But that peace was quickly interrupted by a familiar hand yanking her around the corner of the saloon, pinning her against the back wall with pale hands on either side of her head.

“Ow, fuck, Sebastian, you can’t keep showing up like this!”

He grinned in satisfaction. “Hey, I warned you. Didn’t you get my note?”

Noka’s anxiety over the whole situation manifested quickly into annoyance. “What do you want now?”

Sebastian sighed, almost patronizing, as if the answer should be obvious.

“I wonder how far you’ll go to protect your image... I’ll tell you what, as long as you play along with what I want, no one in town has to know.” I kinda prefer to be the only one who sees that side of her anyway.

Noka couldn’t take it anymore. “You already creeped the shit out of me last night, then you humiliate me by making me face you at work, and now you’re stalking me? Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? Why can’t you just let this go and we’ll leave each other alone? Why do you even care what I do?!” she protested, punctuating her pleas with a shove to Sebastian’s chest.

Sebastian stumbled back and froze for a second, stunned at her outburst. The initial shock was quickly melted by a surge of heat within him, some carnal instinct in the back of his head begging him to tame her. He lunged forward, pinning her wrists above her head to the hard wooden wall of the saloon.

"Well, the way I see it, you’re a bit out of control, aren’t you, Noka?” he sneered, his face getting dangerously close to hers. “I see you running around town like you own the place, constantly in a rush, never stopping to care about how you’re making others feel. I think you need to be put in your place. And frankly, I’m dying to be the one that does it.”

His strong grip pressed her arms harder into the wall, making her wince, unable to look away from his hungry eyes. Noka was speechless at his fervent words. She had no idea he had such a grudge against her. But if he hates me so much, wouldn’t he get more enjoyment from spilling my secret instead of using it as an excuse to stalk me? She couldn’t understand his motives or predict what his next actions would be, and that’s what scared her the most. His low voice broke through her confusion once more.

“C’mon, what’s worse? Playing this little game, or having everyone you know turn on you?” he threatened.

Noka looked away in acceptance. “You’re fucking evil, Sebastian.”

He chuckled as he finally released her hands. She stepped away from the saloon, only for him to pull on her pigtails, still decorated with the white ribbons from her maid outfit. He forced her to look up at him, her glassy eyes wide and pink lips parted slightly in surprise. The sight made Sebastian’s stomach flip.

“What can I say? I like seeing you squirm for your master.”

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Thank you so much for reading, especially to those who left kudos on Chapter 1!! I had so much fun writing this, and this will be a multi-chapter fic. Special thanks to @stardewfanficwriters for boosting my initial query that turned into this fic :)

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