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You haven't been keeping track of time very well, you’ll admit that. It’s kind of hard to do that when you’re fighting to stay alive down here in the blacksite, running from Anglers or Pandemonium, always on the lookout for Wall Dwellers, Candlebearers, and whatever other creatures are lurking down here.
Although just about everything related to this mission has sucked, the one thing you’re grateful for is Sebastian. Oh, Sebastian. All these trips you’ve attempted, and you’ve met him in nearly every one. You buy something from him every time, even if you don’t need it. You know he wants data, but for what? You’re not sure. You just want to show him your appreciation in some way.
You look forward to meeting him so much, it’s practically the only reason you keep pushing onwards past door 1. You know that you do have a mission, but you should at least make it fun for yourself, it’s not like you’ll be ‘leaving the loop’ anytime soon. Why waste it?
Your mind can’t stop wandering its way to Sebastian, reminiscing of his face and his voice while you absentmindedly fumble around through drawers in search of data. You haven’t even realized that you’re already at door 48 until you catch the lights flickering in your peripheral. Oh, you can’t wait to see him again!
Well, you’ll have to worry about that later. You need to find a locker. Right now.
*•. 𓆜 .•*
Unfortunately, you weren’t able to find a locker in that room, and an Angler mauled your ass. As you groggily wake up in the same chair in front of the same desk, you see a large set of clawed fingers tapping the file folder for the Angler. You’ve already read this file countless times. Why does Sebastian even bother to keep showing you it?
As per usual, you’re granted a string of sarcastic comments from the man, who grins almost wickedly as he observes your reactions. He carefully watches as your eyebrows furrow in frustration, your eyes narrowing at the folder, glancing up at him with distaste. All he does is laugh, though, indifferent to yet another one of your hilarious(to Sebastian, that is) deaths.
“Just stay out of sight. It’s not that hard.” Sebastian sighed, cocking his head to the side as he stares down at you lazily.
You’re already embarrassed enough to have died the way you did, but now with Sebastian and his stupid sexy voice? You’re burning up on the spot.
Whatever, you know this won’t be the last time you die to an Angler. All you can do is just wait to return back to the loading docks.
*•. 𓆜 .•*
As you come to your senses, you find yourself back at the loading docks once more. Your mind is still trying to recover from a mysterious haze, although it does it much quicker than usual. You’ve grown used to this, you suppose.
As you begin walking towards a submarine, you walk by a cluster of Expendables. There must be at least 6 of them, all huddled together like a high school football team right before a game, whispering and giggling suspiciously. As you get closer to them, you overhear their conversation much more clearly.
“Hey, I heard that it’s April 20th, you know what that means,” one of them chuckles, nudging the person next to them with their elbow.
“Yeah, happy 4/20 you guys!” Another one of them laughs, patting their friends on the shoulder.
“Y’know, I think I’ve got just the perfect thing to celebrate,” one says. You stop in your tracks, turning your head towards the group. They all seem to pinch closer together, looking around suspiciously at the others nearby. They catch you staring, which makes you quickly avert your gaze.
You hear them let out a sigh, muttering something into someone else’s ear. Fuck, are they mad at you? You hope not, but there’s not much you can do about that. You look back up at the group, and you’re met with about 5 pairs of eyes all looking at your direction. Fuck this, you’re out.
You begin walking away, trying to just remove yourself from the situation and avoid conflict. But then—
“Hey, you, over there!” One of them calls out to you. Your heart drops, and against your better judgement, you slowly turn back around.
“I know you heard that, come on over here.” The Expendable waves their hand in a ‘come hither’ motion.
You’re not sure what to make of their tone. It’s not threatening, but not exactly friendly either. They almost sound a little reluctant to invite you over, but they’re still doing it anyway. Your eyes glance between those of the group of Expendables, while your feet carefully make their way towards them.
“We’ve been on a mission together before, haven’t we?” Initially, you think they must be mistaken. But the longer you look at their face, the more you doubt your instinctive belief.
Wait…they do look familiar. You have been on a mission with them! You helped them out of a Void-Mass locker one time! They didn’t say ‘thank you’ explicitly, but they stayed closer to you and helped you out for the rest of the mission.
“Oh! Um, yeah, I think we have…” You reply, averting eye contact and staring at the collar of their diving suit.
“Yeah, you helped them out of that locker, I saw it,” Another group member pipes up.
“Mhm, I remember it now. And uh, thanks for that. Really appreciate it.” They nod their head affirmatively, smiling gently at you.
They plunge their hand into the pocket of their diving suit, fidgeting around while you and the rest of the group watches, now huddled together secretively. You all watch as they pull out several tiny, zip-loc bags, all with a single blunt in each.
“How on earth did you get that?” You blurt out.
“Don’t worry about it. Look, I’m willing to give a few of these out, just as long as I get something in return.” They propose, quirking a half-smile at you.
“Of course! I can get you medkits, flashlights, beacons, whatever you want.” You offer up quickly. They chuckle softly in response.
“You got yourself a deal, then. Come with us.” They tell you, beginning the walk over to a submarine along with the rest of the group.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
“Alright now, you got me the flash beacon, two medkits, and a couple of those SPR-INT things, right?” They question you, passing out a blunt to each other team member. You all walk onto the dock again, making your way to the dead-drop box.
“Of course, you can go check, they should all be there.” You reply, allowing the Expendable to walk over to the crate and open it up. They find every single item is inside the box, just as you promised.
“Alright, a deal’s a deal.” They say, clenching the bag between their fingers. You nod your head, extending your hand out towards them. They place the bag in your hand, and you thank them quickly, shoving it into your pocket. You make sure to zip it up, there’s no way you’re letting it fall out and get lost somewhere around the Blacksite.
*•. 𓆜 .•*
Your team didn’t do so good this time around. You figured that since they were more experienced, they would have survived longer. Unfortunately, every single other member is dead. You don’t remember what killed them, but whatever it was, it didn’t get you.
You look up towards the door sign, which reads a green ‘49’. You almost forgot about Sebastian! Just the thought of him puts a smile on your face again. You push through the next door, checking the drawers within room 50. Just then, you hear the telltale rattle of the vent cover coming loose. It flies out of its original placing, landing on the floor a few feet away with a rather loud, ‘CLANG’.
“Got something for ya, come here.” You hear his gravelly voice projected from within the vent. Your face warms itself up quickly, and you follow up by mentally slapping yourself in the forehead for being so into his voice. You’ve gotta chill out.
You take a deep breath, exhaling steadily as you lower yourself in front of the vent. You settle onto your hands and knees, trudging through the metallic tunnel. You enter the shop, dimly lit by a lantern left out on the table. You push off your hands and knees, dusting yourself off and extending to your full height. You see his dimly lit face, and that brings a smile to your own.
“Hi Sebastian,” you beam at him, uncharacteristically happy.
“What’s got you in such a chipper mood today?” He quips, no real bite in his words. He shifts his position, sitting upright instead of leaning against the wall.
“Well, I heard from some other people that it’s April 20th today,” You reply. Sebastian cocks his head, looking you up and down.
“...So?” He deadpans, quirking an eyebrow at you.
“So, it’s 4/20! Come on, you’re telling me you’re not the kind of guy to celebrate?” You playfully whine. He rolls his eyes at you. Back when he was younger, before all…this… he would have absolutely celebrated. He vaguely remembers one time when he and a group of friends all smoked up a stash weed for 4/20 at an abandoned playground in his town. Good times. But now? Well, that’s a different story.
“There’s not really any means to celebrate it down here, genius.” He turns away from you, fingertips picking through countless files on a desk.
“Well actually…” your fingers drift inside of your pockets, digging through data and USB sticks as they search for the weed. Sebastian turns his head towards you sharply, side-eyeing you, silently questioning you. He watches as your fingers squeeze into a fist around something in your pocket, fishing it out of your diving suit and presenting it to him.
Inside a small zip-loc bag, there’s a singular blunt. You hold it up to Sebastian, who leans down to inspect the bag. He snatches it out of your hand, clumsily trying to remove the blunt from inside the bag.
He manages to open it without tearing the plastic apart, and he holds it in his palm as he inspects it. He pulls his palm towards his face, softly sniffing the item. Upon the smell entering his nose, his eyes widen. That’s definitely real, no doubt about it. That smell is unforgettable.
“Well shit, you weren’t kidding,” He says, trying to play off his surprise. “But where’d you get it?”
“Oh, uh… Some other Expendable gave it to me, I guess they got their hands on it somehow, and they recognized me from a previous mission. They had plenty to go around, so they gave me one.” You explain to him, watching as his ear fins flick curiously.
“Wanna share?” You suggest to him.
“Oh fuck yes, I’ve missed this so much, you have no idea.” He chuckles to himself, lowering himself further down to your level. Even though he’s curled up on his tail, he’s still much taller than you. You mentally curse him for that.
He shifts the blunt in between his fingers, carefully holding it with just enough force to not drop it, while still not breaking it. Learning how to use his massive hands has proven difficult, but not impossible.
“You’re lucky I’ve got a light…” He mutters playfully, reaching over to grab an old Bic lighter out of a drawer. You don’t bother to ask how he got his hands on one of those.
“Yeah, hehe...” You giggle awkwardly, trying to keep your voice level. Although you’re sure that Sebastian can tell your voice is uneven. Nervous. Intimidated. You partially convince yourself (mainly through desperate hoping) that he can’t tell. Or at least doesn’t care.
He flicks the small lighter open, holding the blunt between his lips. The small flame illuminates his unique facial features, allowing you to absorb them into your memory. You watch the blunt subtly moving between his twitching lips as he waits for the flame to catch.
Once the flame catches, a sharp puff of smoke exits the tip of the blunt and swirls up into the air around Sebastian. Through your staring, you notice how much bigger his hands are compared to yours. Your whole hand could fit inside of his palm. Those clawed fingertips, too, so dangerous and so close in proximity. Fuck this guy for being so hot.
“You gonna take a picture or what?” He snarks, disrupting your drifting thoughts. You’ve been staring at him, and somehow you haven't realized. Your cheeks burn in shame. For him to not only notice you staring, but for him to also call it out? Well that’s just embarrassing.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just—” you scramble to explain yourself, but Sebastian just laughs. Smoke puffs out of his mouth, fanning out around him and blending into the air.
“God, you’re just too fucking cute, y’know—” He’s still laughing between occasional coughs, leaving you lost and burning up.
His sharp teeth glint under the yellow light of his esca, only reeling your attention further towards his mouth. As his brief fit of laughter settles down, he tries to compose himself.
“Sorry, excuse me for not sharing, I know that was part of the plan.” He says mockingly, snaking himself towards you.
Sebastian pinches the blunt between his lips, pursing tightly as he leans down. Before you can say anything, his two larger arms wrap around your torso, and his smaller arm hand tucks itself under the curve of your ass. You’re almost painfully aware of how thin your diving suit is, especially how his hand feels when it squeezes around your body.
He settles himself against the wall, coiling the end of his tail up to use as a support for himself. Once comfortable, he places you in his lap, manipulating your body like a doll. If your face wasn’t red before, it surely is now.
In order to comfortably sit in Sebastian’s lap, your legs are spread open, far wider than they would be for you to straddle a normal human’s body. But Sebastian is much larger, so your thighs have to accommodate his size by spreading wide open. You can only hope that he can’t somehow feel how eager you are, or god forbid, smell your arousal.
You’ve read his document a few times before, and one thing that you really remember at this moment is the shark DNA. Oh, sharks have a really good sense of smell. Admittedly, you don’t know for sure if he absorbed that trait, you’ve never asked him. But you’re certainly not about to ask him right now whether or not he can smell the horny on you, no fucking way.
“Have you smoked before?” He asks, teeth shining under the soft light. You just shake your head silently.
“You’ll enjoy it, trust me. Just takes a bit of getting used to…” He murmurs.
“Just come here, open your mouth up.” He says slyly, lowering the blunt from his mouth. Sebastian’s lidded eyes stare down at you, watching you try not to squirm in his lap.
His free hand comes up towards you, fingers grazing against the supple skin of your face. He pinches your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your face up towards him. Your face flushes with heat instantly. Perhaps you’re not quick enough to open your mouth, because Sebastian then shifts his hand, squeezing your face with his thumb on one cheek, and the rest of his fingers on the other.
He takes a drag, staring you down as he does so. The blunt is drawn away from Sebastian’s lips and brought to the side, out of the way as he closes in on you.
“Open.” He says coldly, glaring into you through narrowed eyes. A small amount of smoke puffs out of his mouth when he speaks, hitting you with an addicting, musky scent. You obey quickly, letting your mouth hang open while his hand assists in widening it as much as he wants. Your entire body flushes with heat, the majority of it being sent straight down to the pit of your stomach.
He leans in close to you, stopping himself mere inches away from your mouth. You pull together every ounce of willpower to suppress the whines building up in your throat from spilling out of your lips.
His lips part slowly, only opening up enough to properly blow the smoke into your mouth. Your mouths hover painfully close to each other, like a deliberate tease to make you yearn for more. Sebastian slowly exhales, blowing the thick, white smoke into your mouth. You carefully breathe in, trying your best not to cough and make yourself look stupid.
The smoke fills your chest and spreads through your lungs, gradually diffusing into your blood. You cautiously breathe out, letting some of the smoke exit your mouth and nose. Sebastian is there to breathe it right back in, taking part in cycling the smoke between your mouths for a very long minute.
Suddenly, he breaks the tender silence.
“Heh, you take it well, don’t you?” His voice makes you blush madly. Your eyes widen slightly as you glance back up at him.
“You sure you haven’t smoked before?” He follows it up, intentionally leaving a gap in clarity that defies whether or not his previous statement was a deliberate innuendo. But Sebastian knows it was no accident.
You can’t even be bothered to reply. Even if you wanted to, you’re not sure that you could with how he’s talking to you. It’s unfairly sexy.
He takes the blunt in between his fingers, and turns it around to face you properly. His fingers slowly drift towards your mouth, placing it between your lips gingerly. He holds it still, glaring into your eyes with a newfound lust as he watches you. Inhaling straight from the blunt itself, you get a more powerful kick than when Sebastian had just breathed into your mouth.
Despite how slow you inhale, you still find yourself in a coughing fit, pulling your lips away from the blunt as your lungs fight to dispel the smoke. Sebastian bites back a laugh as he watches you, your body jolting as it expels the smoke from your innards.
“I take that statement back.” He chuffs, donning a smug grin as you compose yourself. The effects begin rolling in quickly, making your brain feel fuzzy and warm. You can’t find the urge to bite back at him with any comments now.
Sebastian can feel himself getting rather hot and bothered by the interaction, he knows what will come next if he keeps this up. Fortunately, he welcomes it with open arms. As your eyes remain screwed shut in shyness, his lower left hand creeps towards a particularly thick belt wrapping around his frame. Normally, he wears it to hide his slit from anybody who might come in. Even when he isn’t aroused, it would still be visible, similar to any typical human’s anatomy. But now? He doesn’t feel any need to hide it.
He takes another hit from the blunt, making a show of ghosting it, drawing it back in through his nose. But for a change, he closes the space in between the both of you, pressing his lips against yours and breathing it out into your mouth again. Your face flushes red, body tensing up in pleasant surprise from the motion. His hand tangles itself in your hair, tightening around the roots as he deepens the kiss.
As your tongues slip past each other's lips, you continue exchanging air and smoke, further intoxicating you both. As the smoke gradually disappears between you two, Sebastian removes himself from the kiss and adjusts your position atop of him.
You swear that you can feel something throbbing beneath you. There’s a rigidity towards the upper region, and a warm stickiness just a little bit lower.
“Feel that, baby?” He speaks up. His hand rests on your hip, thumb pressing gentle circles into your flesh. You look up at him shyly, nodding your head affirmatively.
“Can’t wait to be inside you, you’re gonna feel so good, I just know it…” Sebastian trails off, taking another hit and inhaling the smoke. Just as before, he connects your lips with his own, breathing the skunky smoke into your mouth. His hand cradles your head as he does so, stroking your hair. He breaks the kiss, and out of shyness, you lay your chest against him, leaving your chin on his shoulder.
“If you really want it, I need to hear you say it. Can’t just nod your head, pretty thing.” he whispers, speaking directly into your ear.
“Fuck…” you whine softly, beginning to shift your pelvis back and forth as you pant against his neck. The action elicits a soft moan from Sebastian, who squeezes your waist tighter in response.
“I want you, Sebastian…” You say shyly.
“Yeah?” Oh god, he loves hearing you beg.
“I need you so bad, you have no idea, just…” you trail off, getting distracted with the feeling of his dick underneath you.
Your hips lazily rock back and forth over his cock, only separated by your thin diving suit. Your breathing grows heavier by the minute, your weed-addled mind only further muddled by the thought of Sebastian being inside of you.
His fingers slip around your waist, securing you tightly before abruptly picking you up off his lap. He wastes no time in slamming your body down against the width of his tail, angling it upwards slightly to get a better angle on you.
“Okay now…no more—mnh—no more games…” Sebastian pants, his lidded eyes gazing upon your body, sprawled out on top of his tail.
As your eyes open to find him looming over you, your gaze trails down his body until you spot his two—TWO?—cocks, and his dripping cunt tucked just beneath it. He braces his main hands on either side of your body, the smaller, bandaged left arm coming up to trail across your body. Clawed fingertips graze your diving suit, threatening to tear it open in an instant.
His hips shift closer, pressing his pussy against your crotch, thinly separated by your diving suit. His twin cocks stand up proudly between your thighs, pulsing and twitching in need of contact.
“You can take both, can’t you?" He muses. "You gonna be good and take all of me, baby?” He stares into your eyes. You nod your head steadily, slowed from the haze.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow with you. Wouldn’t want to break you now, would I?” He rasps, leaning down to kiss you once more. This time, there’s no smoke, just his spit-slick lips pressing against yours.
“Let’s get those clothes off...” He mutters between kisses, pinching the fabric of your diving attire and slicing through it with a single claw. Not intending on wasting any more time, he pushes your underwear off completely, leaving you completely bare to him.
Sebastian has to pull himself away from your soft lips in order to focus, despite his body urging him not to. He firmly plants his forehead right beside your ear. He presses his nose into the crook of your neck, drunk off your scent. He grasps his lower cock, spreading pre-cum all over its length. He then slides his fingers down to his pussy, gathering his slick and spreading it over your hole.
“Please Sebastian, fuck me already,” your voice quivers as he touches you. His fingers wrap around his cock, rubbing it against you eagerly as he works his fluids over you both. Your soft breathing only grows louder in anticipation.
“I need both of them inside me, I can’t wait anymore—” you whine, bucking up against him and brushing your pelvis against his upper cock, which is dripping in anticipation.
“You know this is gonna stretch you out a lot, don’t ya?” He teases, pulling his hips back and pressing the tips against your hole. A careful finger makes its way downward, prodding and pushing inside of you with ease. He adds a second finger, thrusting and scissoring the digits inside of you. He works his way up to three, stretching wide open. The thickness of his fingers help reduce the amount of time you’ll need stretching up to his size, two or three of them together are close to the width of his cock itself.
“I can take it, Seb— please,” You’re panting in desperation.
Sebastian chuckles darkly, removing his fingers from your hole and wrapping them around his second cock, stroking it to provide some relief. He squeezes both his cocks together, prodding them at your hole until it finally gives way.
The tips of both cocks pop inside of you, eliciting a yelp from you as you clench hard around both of them.
“Oh god, fuck—!” You hiss, clenching tightly around his twin cocks. They feel so much thicker than you could have possibly imagined, you can barely handle the size.
But you’re not about to give up now, no fucking way.
You weakly push your hips towards Sebastian, finding your body wracked with a wave of pleasure.
“That’s it... You're so good at taking me, I’m surprised it could actually fit, but I guess it’s possible for a slut like you, isn’t it?” Sebastian purrs, breath tickling the shell of your ear. That sends shivers down your spine, and makes your face glow with heat. He only continues pressing deeper and deeper, until he’s fully sheathed inside of you.
“Oh, you look so good like this…” He groans softly, brushing your hair out of your face. “I can’t wait to ruin you,” his smug grin returns to his face as he sees you visibly shudder at the comment.
He begins slowly pulling his cocks out of your tight body, before pushing them back inside of you again. He repeats the motion while holding you firmly, partially to keep you from falling and partly for him to brace himself. His cocks twitch inside of you as he slowly thrusts into your hole, gradually building up speed.
“Yeah, let me hear everything, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he purrs, flashing a toothy grin at you.
He’s intoxicating enough by himself. His seductive voice and the things he says to you, his grip on your body like you’re just a toy to him… Everything about him is just utterly addicting.
Your thighs tremble as he picks up speed, losing composure as he begins beginning to pound into you harshly. You’ve never felt so good in your entire life, all you want is for this moment to last forever.
The slapping of skin-on-skin fills the room, faintly echoing around the two of you. Your senses are completely overloaded. Your sweet spots being abused by Sebastian, the smell of him and the weed still drifts about the room, and the faint taste of his tongue still lingering in your mouth.
“Fuck, o-oh my god, jus—just keep going, please!” You whine, brows knitting together in pleasure as Sebastian continues pounding inside of you. You’re barely able to form a full sentence, slurring your words together and getting cut off by your own moans.
Sebastian’s body works its hardest to press his cocks as deep inside of you as they can possibly go, even if it’s impossible to fit any more. He can barely control himself, thrusting into you like a feral monster with little of its mind left. The only part remaining is telling him to fuck you full of his eggs. He has to, he just has to.
His cocks seem to grow harder, if that’s even possible. God, he must really be into this, way more than you would think possible.
“F-fuck, they’re gonna come out—” Sebastian barely finishes his sentence.
There's a hardness in his cock that feels like it's moving upwards.
"Ngh, w-what?" You stutter. Your puddled mind is only partly bothered by what he means, but the idea of being filled further is very exciting.
The first egg pops out, getting fucked deeper inside of you as Sebastian continues his punishing rhythm.
His moans grow more desperate, gritting through his teeth as he chases his orgasm. Another egg releases from one of his cocks, pushing the first one further inside of you.
“Oh fuck yes, c’mon, take it, take it, take it—!” He growls through his teeth, thrusting sloppily inside of you as he continues pushes his eggs out. His claws scratch at your skin, sending chills across your body as you near your peak.
He pants desperately as he releases the third—no, the fourth. Or is it the fifth...? Fuck, you can't keep track, there's far too many.
“Seb, I‘m gonna cum—fuck!” You squeal, gripping onto his thick forearms for support. Your body tenses up all over, your orgasm hitting you like a truck as the eggs push deeper and hit all those nerve-packed spots inside of you.
He pushes the last of his eggs out, following up with a massive load of cum. He fills your insides with hot, sticky cum, clinging to the eggs and anything they touch. You continue to spill loud moans and whines from deep inside of your throat, your back arching up towards Sebastian as you both ride out your orgasms.
As he finally begins to slow his thrusting, you both descend from the peak, pleasure washing over you and leaving behind a relief that permeates through every cell in your body. Only now does Sebastian finally get to see the aftermath of his work, which has resulted in your belly being faintly swollen with his eggs. You’d still be able to hide, but Sebastian knows that he was the one to leave you like this.
He grins darkly, laughing as he looks upon the aftermath of your body, cradled within his coiled tail. Rounded with his eggs, dripping with a mixture of his cum and your own, sheen with sweat… You’re an utter mess. And he loves it.
He leans down and gently kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear.
“Hope you liked this little celebration, slut.”