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"Listen, babe, I don't care what you wear, I'm just asking if you could make sure it covers your ass and tits, please." Sebastian sighs as I lean over the counter with my face in the mirror, trying to apply this eyeliner without fucking up the perfect winged line
"It does cover my ass and tits." I repeat my short sentence in between looks in the mirror
"A little dress that you constantly have to pull down is not covering your ass and your tits look like they are going to fall out of the short neckline." He huffs, crossing his arms to lean a shoulder on the doorframe after he got dressed in a classic dark blue suit that matches my 'little dress'
"Don't act like you don't love it." I smirk, giving him a glance as I cap the eyeliner and toss it in my makeup bag to set at the back of the sink
"You always look gorgeous in any dress you wear but, honey, tonight is not the night to wear that." He shakes his head. "Why don't you save it for the bedroom or something?" He suggests an idea that I wave away as I walk past him and into our shared bedroom
"I have a shit load of lingerie that you bought for me to wear." I sit on the end of the bed with him following and kneeling in front of me, grabbing a stiletto and my ankle. "I can't add a skimpy dress on top of the lace and leather straps you want me to surprise you with." I lean back on my hands as he slips my heels on
"So, you do admit your dress is too short." He cocks an eyebrow up at me and I sigh
"Sebastian." I tip my head to the side and he raises his eyebrows higher, motioning for me to continue. "It is just a bar party, we aren't going to be there long before you get drunk with Evans and Mackie and I have to drive us home or you get drunk and too horny, risking illegal charges." I call him out and he rolls his eyes
"I'm not going to get drunk be-" He starts and stands back up when my shoes are secured to my feet
"You say that every time." I cut him off in a sing song voice however, he isn't smiling as I stand up and grab my phone from the charger on the nightstand
"Babe, I'm not fucking kidding around." His voice deepens, showing his anger and I grimace as I turn around to see his pissed off look. "Will you just fucking change so I can have a peaceful night without worrying about a guy shoving his hand up your fucking dress?" He asks, slamming his hands on his hips and makes his suit jacket open to show the fancy shirt he put on under it and tucked into his dress pants
"My love, I am not going to change just because you want me to. I am and will wear what I want and if it pisses you off, I'm not sorry." I shrug and walk up to him to cup his face softly but his jaw never loosens from its clench. "Nothing is going to happen, I promise." I give a small smile
"You don't fucking know that." He spits, taking my hand off his full beard and drops it to my side. "But, fuck me for trying to keep you safe, huh? My one fucking promise to myself and you that you are pushing into the fucking impossible all because you want to show some high thigh. For who? Who are you getting that dressed up for?" He starts to raise his voice that cracks into anger he is trying to keep down
"Don't say shit like that!" I look at him crossly, surprised he would assume that. "Let's just get this fucking night over with so you can stop complaining about every little thing I fucking wear." I mutter and shoulder check him as I walk and leave the room
"You know what, sweetheart?!" He calls after me and I look over my shoulder with a pissed look. "Wear whatever shit your goddamn heart desires. I can fucking fight if I have to." He says and I roll my eyes, walking out of the house with him following
This has been the argument all day. What he was going to wear which was easy, a simple suit with a color that matched the only dark blue dress I had. The only dress that happens to stick to my body like a second skin and rides up when I sit in the car hearing Sebastian slam his door and speed off with anger towards the bar his friends decided to rent out. Just a simple celebration that turned to be a stressful fucking evening all because he hates how he can see my panties when I cross my legs. I tried to tell him it's just because we are in the car and I will fix it when we park which was like a screeching halt to avoid some nonexistent car accident. He carries my phone and ID since I don't have any pockets and tugs my dress down harshly behind the car door that he once again slammed before grabbing my hand in a firm grip and pulled me into the bar where his anger was simmered down and put on a smile for his friends. I've only met them a few times on set when Sebastian took me to hang out in his trailer and a few more times when he invited them over for pizza and beer while they watched the latest game on the biggest TV in the house but I didn't mind. I watched my romantics in our room since I couldn't take the screaming after a while but nonetheless, a very fun night when a drunken and horny Sebastian stumbled through the door with his shirt off and flopped on the bed thinking we had sex but in reality, he passed out with his leg hanging off the edge and that left me to resume my intense and very classic, enemies to lovers show.
The bar was filled with only a few people I knew, a couple I recognized and almost everyone I didn't. It was a bit overwhelming and made my fingers curl tighter around Sebastian's hand who immediately looked down at me, forgetting his anger and wrapped an arm around my waist to calm me down as my eyes dart all around trying to familiarize myself with the bar. Exit here, there and to the right. Bar is to the left with booths and tables on the right side. Kitchen is in the back where steam and food exit filling the cigarette tainted air with warm, stomach grumbling dinners. Sebastian has got me into the habit of marking every exit sign I can see after paparazzi found us one day and ripped Sebastian away from me. I was lost in the crowd in another country I never been to and I couldn't find my boyfriend who fought to get his hand back in mine. After he did find me in tears and fear, we had a huge talk about how to keep ourselves and one another safe. Seemed like a stupid talk at the time but it really does come in handy as I leave Sebastian to grab another drink from the bar. It's been a few hours of laughing, chatting, and drinking, getting drunker and drunker by the moment or tipsy for me since I will probably have to drive or at least call us a taxi to take us back home. I lean over the counter with my arms folded under my chest, smiling sweetly and kindly at the bartender to grab me another round of whatever the fuck Sebastian got that was so good. He has a tab going so I don't have to worry about pulling his card out of my bra every few ten minutes but what I do have to worry about is the rough and calloused hand sliding down the back of my dress and over my ass that is not Sebastian. He has a soft, delicate touch and this one, makes me grimace as I turn around to swat his hand away but his size makes me recoil and physically step back into the barstool behind me.
"Hey, pretty lady." The man burps through his smirk, smelling like pure alcohol and drunken touches. "Be careful, don't want you to fall." He smiles a gold tooth capped grin
"Don't touch me." I scowl. "And don't call me pretty." I add sourly
"I can't call you what you are?" He chuckles deeply and I shake my head
"No." I look at him with a glare. "Now, move so I can get back to my boyfriend, please." I try to be nice and step past him but he holds out his arm and traps me between him and the bar
"Let me talk to you." He pushes and the bitchy attitude leave me little by little as he gets closer to me with my head turning to lean away from his hand coming up to my face. "You're so pretty in this dress. Does your boyfriend know you're wearing something as slutty as this? Makes you look like a little whore waiting for your holes to be stretched out." He drags his finger down the curve of my jaw and I cringe, gritting my teeth
"Fucking pig." I curse and his face turns down in anger, pulling his hand back slowly and he tips his head tauntingly to the side
"What the fuck did you just call me?" He asks in a dark, throaty voice that widens my eyes in fear
"A fucking pig." I hold my ground solid and glance down at his beer belly hanging over his jeans
"Oh, you're a fucking bitch." He chuckles sarcastically. "Goddamn whore needs to be put in her place." He suddenly grimaces and lifts his hand making me flinch back
I hear the deafening smack of the rough skin against my cheek that thrusts my head back before I feel the burning sting under my shaky hand lifting to hold my open jaw, feeling the heat of my cheek against the tips of my cool fingers. My eyes blink or try to blink out the ringing in my ears with a small groan of pain and disorientation as my free hand clamps on the counter of the bar to hold myself up. I hear some shouting as my ears register back up to a normal level of hearing and I flinch back again when I see Sebastian with his coat off, grabbing the man a few inches shorter than him by the collar and pushing him up on against the bar with a fuming look of absolute fury on his face.
"What the hell are you doing hitting on my girl like that?!" He yells in deep authority. "Huh?! Fucking asshole!"
The man never answers and Sebastian doesn't care when his fist smashes into the mans nose, breaking it and making it bleed. Sebastian's eyes are widened with rage and his nostrils flare over his curled lip that shows his clenched jaw and I can promise if he bites down anymore to hold himself back from killing this drunk, he will crack and break his teeth which will really make his dentist happy when he has to explain the story. He isn't done or close to satisfaction when his dark eyes dart over to a chilled beer bottle sitting on the counter. He wraps his large fingers around the neck and flips the bottle, hitting the glass with full force on the man's head, sobering him up with pain and knocking him out now painting the polished floor with his blood and beer that covers his face and the bottle Sebastian drops to the ground and turns towards me.
"Baby, honey. Are you okay?" He asks, his features softening out from seeing the fear in my face. "Let me see, sweetheart." He lifts his hand to my wrist and gently pulls my arm down to reveal the red mark on my face that makes his lip twitch in anger. "We're going home." He decides and it isn't up for debate when just as before, he pulls me out of the bar and through the parking lot
"Sebastian! I'm so sorry!" I gasp, feeling the emotions of fear and overwhelming regret consume me. "I should've listened to you, Seb! I'm so sorry!" I frown as he opens my door and guides me in
"Don't apologize, just put your seatbelt on." He mutters and shuts the door
I do just that, hastily pulling at the belt that keeps locking before I calm my nerves and lightly pull on the seatbelt, feeling it release so I can click it into place while Sebastian gets in, forgetting about his and turns the sports car on. He slams the petal to the floor before the mob of drunken friends who clearly weren't invited, stumble out of the bar looking for the car we are in that speeds off, burning rubber on the pavement and leaving a dark trail and the squeal of the tires pulling us towards home. I wipe my tears and take a few deep breaths, calming myself down when I feel Sebastian's warm hand land softly on my knee and slides up my thigh to slip under my hand where I hold onto his two middle finger in a shaking grip.
"Jesus, baby. You're really shaken up are you?" He glances at me and I frown a nod. "It's okay. You're safe now." He promises and folds his hand to hold mine
"You can say you told me so now." I mumble, looking out the window to see his reflection of his shaking head in the moonlight
"I don't care about what happened at home." He says and his caring voice pulls my eyes to him. "All I care about is that you are not hurt and safe." He raises his worried eyebrows
"He smacked me." I barely speak
"I saw him." He nods. "I saw him backing you into a corner and he smacked you just before I could get to him. Hurt my honey." He snips the last sentence in an angered tone, gripping the steering wheel that groans against his strength
"I'm okay, Seb." I place my left hand on his bicep. "Just need a distraction and I'll be fine." I shrug and look back out of the front window where there is some silence before a sigh fills the car
"Want me to finger fuck you?" Sebastian blurts out and my jaw drops to turn my head his way. "What? You and I both want a distraction and what better way is through me fucking your pussy with my fingers?" He questions amusingly
"What's better?" I repeat in a scoff and he thinks I'm going to decline him. "You fucking me with your hips or head between my legs is better." I smirk
"Oh, really?" He lifts an eyebrow and I nod with my bottom lip between my teeth. "I'll show you how good it is, give me your panties." He demands, nodding his head towards my legs
My eyes stay on his with his blues breaking occasionally so he can keep us on the road while I take my hands and pull up my dress, hooking the high, thin waist of my thong on my thumbs and slipping them down. My heels press into the floor of the rubber mats to lift my ass off the seat a little and the black lacy material sweeps his hand off my thigh. He holds it open so I can drop the airy fabric into his palm with the many straps falling through and off his fingers that lift up and turn to a fist to shove my underwear in his pocket for safe keeping. He licks his lips at me and darts his eyes down to my spread thighs that are already prepared for his touch and aching from us not finishing before we had to get ready and I can bet anything, that is the reason for our argument, our sexual needs that were not taken care of before we decided to go out to a bar.
"Shit, babe, you're fucking wet as hell." Sebastian sighs and glances down at his fingers drifting over my indeed, soaked folds. "Good enough to pull over and eat." He mutters, spreading my lips apart with his fingers
"Please." I turn my head to breathe my beg. "I want you now, all of you, Seb." I whine
"Gotta get you home, gorgeous doll." He smirks, knowing I love that nickname
"Then, touch me, please." I grab his hand to press flat against my pussy
"No foreplay?" He smiles and rubs his two middle fingers up and down, lubing himself up and arching my back
"No, please." I shake my head and move my hips forward to the edge of the seat
"My babygirl is so polite and sweet tonight." He mentions. "Being such a good girl." He praises as two fingers sink into me with a wet squelch
"Oh, my-" My eyes roll up and tip my head back against the seat as his fingers start to curl inside of me. "S-so good." I mewl
"Oh, it's so good, baby." He mocks my moan which makes me moan louder at his gravely voice
My right hand holds his wrist in my tightening grip, feeling those waves of pleasure course through my body in a heat that boils in my veins and beats down to my walls, spasming around his fingers. They clench around him to draw him in deeper, pull him in for maximum pleasure I need and want from him and he knows it by the way the tips of his fingers rub against the top of my pussy, dragging his touch right into that button that gets my knees to lift up to my chest and my thighs to open wider to he can see the arousal leaking out of me like a faucet. His chuckles pull out the glistening, sweet precum to spill out on the seat, soaking into the expensive fabric but he doesn't care. He encourages it and pulls his fingers from my pussy to scoop up the cum from between my asscheeks, no doubt lubing me up for the sex session we will have when we get home in about five minutes that is longer once the car comes to a slow stop at a red light. His fingers speed up and the car is put into park with his left hand that comes over and replaces his right hand. He leans over the center console and forces three fingers into my dripping, stretched pussy while spitting right on my clit, thrusting his fingers in and out with the heel of his palm hitting and smacking my lubed clit, abusing the bundle of nerves into an overdrive of pleasure that makes me scream out at the low ceiling of the fancy car. My hands grip at the handle of the car door my stiletto is hooked on and Sebastian's shoulder as his head dips down to fit his lips to mine in an abusing kiss that bites and nips at my bottom lip with his sharp, sex driven teeth. His lubed fingers that were stretching me out now rub harsh circles on my clit, bringing me to that edge quickly with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes that blink open to find the red hue of the traffic light deepening the sharp features of half of his smirking face.
"Better hurry, babes." He grunts, forcing his fingers to fuck me faster and harder. "You won't cum at all tonight if you don't give it to me before that light turns green." He warms
"I'm right there!" I reassure him in a breathy moan he breaths in through his lips on mine again. "I'm gonna cum! Please, can I cum?!" I ask since he always wants permission
"Cum, sweetheart." He nods and kisses down my neck to find that spot on my jugular. "Come on." He urges and pumps his fingers instead of curling them when I start to squirt through my orgasm that slams into my lower stomach. "Oh, that's my good girl!" He smiles and makes a mess by flicking my cum everywhere
"Ugh! Ugh! Oh, my God!" I scream and arch my back into his touch until it falls limp and my legs close around his hand rubbing up and down my pussy to soothe the spasms
"Such a good babydoll." He praises and kisses my lips one last time before sitting in his seat, sucking the cum off his fingers three at a time. "By the way, you're throwing that dress away when we get home." He adds dominantly and I am too breathless to respond verbally so I just give a tired nod