You guys may or may not hate me after this... I told my sister what happens and she thinks I'm ridiculous and now she's annoyed 

But i promise u this story is about to get soo good (in my opinion)

But I don't hate this chapter...prolly cause i wrote it but mainly because there's a lovely sprinkling of smut 

Hope you love this one either way (don't forget to comment and vote x)

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My doorbell rings just as I'm about to take a bite of my sandwich. I groan, pick up half of my sandwich and open the door.

'Hey.' Sebastian says.

He brings his arms above his head and leans on the top of the doorframe. His hair is a mess and he's holding a bottle of wine, which is hanging right above my head.

I take a bite of my sandwich. 'What are you doing here?'

'I'm here to see you.' He says.

'Why?'

'Cause I haven't seen you in three days.' He leans forward. 'And I miss you.' He whispers.

I look up at the bottle in his hand as I take another bite of my sandwich.

'Are you drunk?' I ask.

He looks almost offended, I asked.

'No.' He says.

Then he takes a deep breath in and slides past me into my apartment.

'I mean sure, let yourself in.' I say.

I watch him open and close my cupboards before he takes out two wine glasses, places them on the counter and fills them. He slides one over to me.

I pick it up, but I don't drink any. He comes around the counter, and stops in front of me. He lifts his glass and taps it against mine.

'Why are you here Seb?' I ask.

'I already told you, I wanted to see you.'

He leans in and presses a soft kiss on my lips.

'Sebastian, why are you really here?'

'Because I can't keep my hands off you.' He says

I sniff the wine in the glass, and then place it down on the counter.

'Well that just makes you a horny shit, doesn't it? Seb...' I say softly 'What's wrong?'

He narrows his eyes and looks away before pulling back. He downs the wine in his glass and then looks back at me.

'I've managed to fuck up nearly everything in my life. Everything...except you.' He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. He shrugs.'I need to be around you. I need to be around something good.'

'Seb.'

He comes in closer. 'Lexi.' He whispers.

His gaze drops down to my lips and then back up to my eyes.

Why is this man so goddamn irresistible?

I press my lips against his. He brings his hand around my neck and pushes his fingers through my hair.

I slide my hands around his hips and bring him in between my legs.

I move my hands up his back as he brings his down to my waist. He picks me up, walks over to my bedroom and then presses me against the wall.

He breaks away for the kiss and lets my feet touch the ground. His hand travels down my body, he pulls off my joggers and then drags his fingers up my thigh. His touch makes me moan and I start to feel a warm sensation between my legs.

He lays a kiss on the side of my mouth, then on my cheek, before laying kisses all the way down my neck to my collarbone.

I grip onto his shoulder as he pulls off my pants. I can feel him sucking on my collar bone. It hurts for a while before it goes numb.

His hands travel up my t-shirt. His fingers trail slowly up my stomach before he kneels down and kisses every place he just touched.

He places soft kisses down my stomach and then does the same up my inner thigh, all the way to my clit.

'Seb.' I whisper.

I can feel my heart racing and my breaths becoming short. 

He moves his tongue in a way that makes me shake in less than a minute.

I run my hands through his hair and let out a moan. His hands are pretty much holding me up at this point.

I can feel myself coming close to an orgasm when he pulls away. He stands up and lifts my t-shirt over my head.

His eyes drop down to my chest and then back up to me.

'Why did you stop?' I whisper as he reaches behind me and unbuckles my bra with ease.

He drops it at my feet and then looks me in the eye.

'You don't get to cum before I do.' He whispers

He kisses me.

Then he picks me up again and lays me on the bed.

'Get on your hands and knees.' He says, as he pulls back and begins to unbutton his shirt.

I do as he says because right now, I want him inside me, just as much as he wants to be inside me.

I gasp as he runs his finger up my spine.

He wraps my hair around his hand and leans in as he slowly pushes himself into me.

He pulls out and places his other hand on my lower back to steady himself.

Then he pushes into me again, so suddenly that I have to grab onto the headboard.

His thrusts are hard and fast, and the only sounds filling my apartment are our groans and moans and the creaking of the bed beneath us.

I'm holding on to the headboard so tight that I can feel my fingernails digging into it.

His hand slides to my stomach and he pulls me up, so my back is pressed against his chest.

He lets go of my hair, places both his hands on my hips and takes control of my movements.

He kisses my shoulder and then whispers in my ear, 'We're going to do this all day and night angelo, so let me know if you need help walking over the next week.'

His words send shivers down my spine.

I let out a moan as I feel myself start to shake. Sebastian's grip on my hips tighten as he comes closer to orgasm.

He groans into my ear and I let out deep breaths as I try to stop the shaking.

'Fuck, Sebastian.' I whisper.

He manages to turn me around without pulling himself out of me. He puts me on my back, and then positions himself on top of me.

He kisses me again, but it doesn't last long because he starts fucking me. Hard. 

His head is in the crook of my neck and his hands are still gripping onto my hips.

We both release at the same time, but none of us move afterwards. We're sticky, out of breath and way too exhausted to do much else but lie here.

Lie here and think.

Lie here and remember.

Remember that I haven't taken the pill in the last week.

Probably longer than that to be honest.

I'm panicking.

I squeeze my eyes shut, because I need to calm down.

Rather convenient time to remember Alexis. After, hundreds of tiny sperm just swam into your uterus.

I can panic about it later. Maybe once I've showered and regained my energy. Maybe once I've drunk a gallon of water so I can take a stupid pregnancy test.

'Sebastian.' I say.

With my lowkey hyperventilating and Sebastian's body mass, I'm starting to not be able to breath. I need him off me.

He rolls off me and then rolls onto his side to face me. I copy him.

'Tell me something not a lot of people know about you.' I whisper.

I've got to get my mind off this situation.

Why did I even stop taking my birth control?

His eyes scan my face. 'Mmmh, my only two weaknesses are you and hay fever.'

I snort. 'You have hayfever?'

He sighs and rolls onto his back, before twisting his head to look at me. 'It's not funny Alexis. It's a horrible disease.' He says

I look at him. 'Sebastian. Hay Fever is not a disease.'

'Yeah well, I'm convinced it is... I live with it Alexis, you don't.'

I laugh, 'I can't wait till next summer.'

'I can.' He says as he rolls back onto his side to join me.

He threads his fingers between mine and lays our hands between us.

'What about you? Tell me something no one knows about you.'

Mmh how about...I'm pregnant with your embryo and I'm going to cry about it later.

And maybe figure out how to abort it without you or your brother finding out.

I feel like that might be the slightest bit insensitive.

'Mmh I don't know. I feel like you already know everything about me... since you read my records.' I say.

He lets go of my hand and moves to sit on the side of the bed.

'I didn't actually read your records Alexis.'

'Why do you have them then?'

I feel like he doesn't know how to answer that question because he doesn't answer.

I mean, he probably has them stored as a contingency for whatever shit I pull in the future.

'I'll get rid of them.' He says quietly.

It sounds more like he's saying it to persuade himself to do it, but maybe he's trying to assure me that he trusts me.

He gets up and I watch him come around the bed next to me.

I sit up and hold the sheets to my chest.

He reaches out his hand. 'Come. Let me fuck you in the shower.' He says with a smirk.

I look at him. I'm inwardly debating whether I'd like to be able to walk over the next week or not.

When I don't take his hand, he drops it down to his side.

'Fine, if you want to play it like that.' He says, before he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder.