Gay Oneshots and Lemons (Male Character x Male Reader)

Sebastian Michaelis x Male Reader {Smut}

Sebastian Michaelis, known as, "One Hell of a Butler," from Black Butler.

!!Rancid ass smut chapter!!
(This is purely self indulgence at this point.)

° ° Involves biting/hickies, lots of teasing, some grinding, dick riding, and even more shitty, really dumb jokes. I cannot write smut seriously. Enjoy it you disgusting gays. <3 ° °

Enough disclaimers, you know what you've gotten yourself into.

On with the typed out version of porn!
(Cause I can't draw well enough to illustrate it.) (Sadly.)

•First Person•
~ (y/n)'s p.o.v. ~

I woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, it seems. I frantically grasped my pillow that I was face-first into when I woke up. I fumbled around slightly as I quickly calm from my panic, realizing that it was all a dream.

I then get up while holding my head. I have a headache, and after that nightmare, I probably won't get any more sleep tonight. Lovely. I have an important meeting with some other earl or something in the afternoon. I don't know, I'm too tired to think about it right now.

I open the door slowly and close it without making much of a sound, I then slowly stumble my way over to my study. "I'm so glad it's not too far from my room," I thought to myself. I get there and open and close the door quietly, then I head over to my desk and take a seat in my big comfy chair.

I sit there as I rub my temples, not being able to get that nightmare out of my head, but not wanting to think about it either. It had something to do with wasps and some kind of deep inner turmoil. I don't know and I don't really want to, to be honest. I just want some hot, refreshing tea.

I'd ask Sebastian to make me a cup of tea, hell, a whole kettle of it, but he's not in here right now. He probably doesn't even know I'm awake yet, if he did, he'd probably try to make me go back to sleep. I honestly kind of wish that Sebastian would realize that I'm not in my bed and come find me, only so I could ask him to make me some tea.

He's not here yet though, so I guess I'll just work on this project that's going to take forever to finish. I'm so exhausted. Why can't I just sleep? Well, anyways, I have to get some work done, there's no use in being awake if I'm not making progress. I have to get some important paperwork done for that meeting tomorrow, I was going to do it in the morning, but I could go ahead and do it now. If I do get any sleep tonight, I'm going to want to sleep in as late as possible when I finally do succumb to my exhaustion. If I get this done now then I'll be able to do as such.

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I did manage to get a lot of work done, I seem to be more productive when fueled by random bursts of energy and a refusal to return to my nightmare-ridden laying awake and wasting time on wishing I could sleep-filled night. This isn't very good for my sleep schedule, but good for getting last minute work done, so I guess it is manageable.

Now that I'm done with my work for tonight, I might as well go make that tea myself. Yeah right, even if I do manage to sneak down there without Sebastian finding me and treating me like a child knowing damn well I'm a grown ass man, it would probably taste like shit. I'm horrible at making tea.
Might as well try it though, maybe if he does find me, I'll get him to make some tea, convince him that it'll help me sleep.

Well nevermind, speak of the devil, or more like think of him, maybe he can actually hear my thoughts. Right as I was plotting how I'd sneak my way down there without him hearing, he just so happens to show up, knocking on my door.