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Light, feathery touches curved down her body, rousing her from a warm and sleepy dreamland. Slender fingertips danced across tender skin with a nimble gracefulness, as if caressing a precious treasure. A smile curled upwards on pink lips, (e/c) eyes slowly fluttering open to meet the dusky light of dawn filtering through heavy curtains.

"Good morning, my lady," a voice murmured; tone sensuous yet professionally devoted. The male baritone was just like the trumpets of heaven as it floated into her eardrums and settled inside her mind, echoing off the corners of her skull.

She did not stir or speak. Instead, drowsy eyes fell shut once more, and a teasing laugh became caught in her throat as she struggled to remain silent.

The voice gave a tsk and those same delightful fingertips carefully peeled back the layer of sheets covering her slender body. Immediately, a breeze of cool air hit her exposed skin, and she gave a slight shiver as a pair of hands grasped her bare thighs, the smooth pads of two thumbs circling into her flesh. A pair of lips brushed against her ear, breath hot and salacious. "My, my…you certainly are a naughty mistress, are you not? Making my terribly distressing job even more grueling. And what is even more irksome…"

The hands around her thighs tightened their hold, and a small squeak escaped her lips unbidden. A blush was surely spreading across her cheeks, but she remained still and stubborn, refusing to let him win.

"You are wearing only a thin slip that does not do your lovely figure modesty…my lady (name)."

(Name)'s coy smile widened, and at last she allowed her eyes to open. Instantly, the (e/c) specks met with burgundy orbs glittering with a roguishness that could make any female's limbs turn to jelly. Her gaze scanned over his perfect features, taking in the curve of his devilish smile, the way his raven-hued hair fell across his ungodly handsome face, and how his body disappeared so enticingly in that black tailcoat he always wore.

"I am the master, Sebastian…and you are naught but my loyal butler. I believe I am entitled to sleep in whatever I wish…don't you?"

"I suppose you are correct, my lady," Sebastian murmured, leaning his head down so that their faces were a mere breadth's apart. His dexterous fingers continued their slow, methodical massage of her bare thighs, lips parted in a devious smirk as he devoured her flushing face with those reddish orbs of his. "However," he suddenly was hovering above her, both hands pinning her own to the lush mattress of the bed and his legs acting as a prisoner as they pressed against hers. His mouth was nearly touching her own, and if she hadn't forced herself to act as indifferent as possible, she would have melted right then and there. "As your butler, it is my duty to ensure you act as a proper lady, my dear (name). That includes waking you up at a reasonable time…which has already been an hour ago."

"Then you had best do your duty, lest I feel as if you are slacking off and decide to punish you for being a slovenly worker," (Name) whispered in a wanton manner, gazing up at the butler with a gaze that could burn a hole into the expensive Persian carpet. "Well, Sebastian? I'm waiting…~"

"I am afraid I am not quite sure as to what you are waiting for, mistress," the black-clad-butler answered in a pristine and humble manner, though his mouth was slowly leaning forward and the grip on her hands was becoming all the more rigid. "You will have to give me a clear, concise order, I do believe."

"Then I order you, Sebastian," her voice trembled ever-so-slightly as she resisted the urge to shake off his hands and yank his face down towards hers, "to give me my daily morning wake-up."

Sebastian chuckled, a deep and hedonistic sound as his eyes flashed a bright, bloody pink.

"Yes…my lady."

As was customary for each morning, (name)'s body instantly felt as if she had been plugged into a dozen electrical devices as his mouth came crashing down on hers. Her blood began to boil, like a fire was sluggishly flowing through her veins, and the instant his delicious and decadent lips sealed over her own, she let herself sink into the plush mattress—after all, he was her butler.

It was his duty to do all the work.

Sebastian's tongue was a welcome invasion as it pried apart her lips and slid into her mouth, coiling around her own tongue like a serpent. His hands slid down from her wrists all the way to her waist, where his skilled fingers slipped beneath the hem of her slip and massaged her hips. (Name) squirmed ever so slightly beneath the wicked touches, her eyes sliding shut as she lay limp beneath him, allowing him to do as he pleased.

A lifetime of service was well-worth the pleasures he brought when he became the master and she the pawn.

As long as Sebastian continued his corruption of her in such a ravishing manner, (name) would never think twice about his lack of soul.

Being in the thrall of a demon was not a matter that concerned her in the least.

"A-Ah…Sebastian…" (Name) groaned out when he nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue continuing its dominant wrestling against hers. She managed to shakily thread her fingers into his soft, silken hair as she desperately pressed closer against him, needing to feel his harsh warmth and touch or else she would die right then and there. A euphoric rapture spread throughout her skin—like it did nearly every morning—and the lava in her veins intensified to an even harsher temperature.

Sebastian expertly continued his lavish abuse of her mouth, kiss becoming all the more unrelenting and dizzying. The nimble fingers of one continued the circulating kneading against her hip while the other hand grasped a handful of (h/c) hair, yanking her even closer against him. Hunger was evident in the crude, animalistic waltz of his lips against hers; his tongue assaulting her own; his hands exploring every inch of her body like he would miss a crucial piece of a puzzle. Yet he was so cold, unresponsive—he never whispered her name in a tone dripping with poisonous honey, nor did he make any sign of ecstasy whenever she would attempt to caress him just as he caressed her.

Part of her did not even have a care in the world for that, however.

(Name) was truly addicted to Sebastian's diabolic, exquisite touch.

It was why she ordered him to send her into such bliss every morning without regret.

She just pretended to be his master, and he merely played the masquerade of loyal butler.

They both knew she was naught but his prey, ready to be snatched up by fiendish claws that would devour her soul.

Yet for now…(name) would be content with him devouring her body in kisses and caresses until the day Sebastian took her soul as his prize arrived.

When (name) felt as if she would burst into flames, Sebastian pulled away, licking his lips as he gazed into her hazy (e/c) eyes with his demonic bloody orbs. Her mouth was bruised and swollen, her chest heaving as it struggled to catch a breath, and her cheeks were as flush as a ripe peach. Sebastian gave her a pleasant smile, as if the events of the morning had not taken place at all, and gingerly slid off of his mistress's trembling figure, placing a finger against his lips.

"I shall leave you to your attire, my lady," the butler stated in a polished tone, bowing deeply before heading towards the door. "We have much to do today, so it is imperative you come down to your study immediately. I will have your morning tea ready for you at that time."

He began to make his way to the door, but (name)'s voice halted him in his tracks.

"Sebastian…wait."

Slowing turning around, Sebastian met her eyes, a placid smile masking any sense of pleasure he had experienced only seconds before. It was the same as always, and perhaps the only thing that bothered (name)—she would never know if he truly enjoyed pleasuring her, or if he was just playing the part until he tasted the ambrosia that was her soul.

"Yes, my lady (name)?"

"…you forgot to say 'good morning' to me." Her voice was petulant, childish, and perhaps just a dash of desperation.

Sebastian's smile widened, and he gave another bow. "Ah, yes, I suppose I did. Well then…good morning, my dearest lady. I shall serve you just as steadfastly as every day. After all, I am one hell of a butler. If I could not give my mistress a proper 'good morning,' then…what kind of a butler would I be?"

With those words he was gone, just as was the routine for every day.

(Name) gazed up at the intricate designs of the ceiling paper of her bedroom, lying limp against the satin sheets as her breath slowly returned. Heart beating faster than a rabbit on the run from a hound, limbs like the delicious jelly Sebastian always put on her breakfast biscuit, she let out a small laugh.

"You certainly are one 'hell of a butler,' my dear Sebastian…and I do not give a single damn in the entire world as to why."

Slowly slipping out of the luxurious bed, (name) pressed two fingers against her swollen lips and closed her eyes, her nerves still being able to sense the glorious pressure of his mouth devouring her own. With a sigh and another quiet laugh, she did a pirouette in the middle of her room and clasped her hands over her heart.

"As long as you continuing to tell me 'good morning' in this absolutely heavenly manner you have perfected, my soul shall always belong to you…forever and ever."

(Name) did not care what the demonic creature she had made a contract with so long ago did to her.

As long as Sebastian persevered in satisfying her addiction for him, nothing else mattered.
I know I do not really like writing straight up fanservice nowadays when I do reader inserts, but I just felt like writing a short Sebastian drabble in this manner. I was going to make a sequel-ish thing to my other SebbyXReader ([link]) but then this just started to come to fruition beneath my fingers as I typed.

Sebastian is too easy to make into a seducer like this. It's just...I cannot make a dramatic, heartfelt reader insert with him as the center of attention, because honestly this man makes me melt. It isn't fair. Someone make him stop being so damn attractive and reduce me to a puddle of...Sebastian fangirlness.

I'm trying to be mature when it comes to fanfiction and anime, but he's making this so much harder. :|

Anyway. Short and steamy and plotless. Enjoy the useless crap I created in about half an hour. I hope I got the relationship between the reader and Sebastian somewhat believeable. As to how he and the reader contracted, I have no clue. You can make something up.
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hellokittyasdf Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014
I bet everyone would love to wake up like this
And can he do wakeup calls
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zoey16ppa Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014
Can I have this wake up call or at least have him give me my first kiss
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Mermaidgirl548 Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2014
Oh My. (no words to express)
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KondiChan Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I seriously looked like this throughout the whole thing O_o but inside was like: Kyouko Toshinou (Sparkle Nose Bleed) [V1]  "Such an amazing fanfiction............"
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zoey16ppa Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014
Agreed so beautifully perfect
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XGothicxAngelX Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
OH MY GOD! I would LOVE this morning wake up routine! :iconcomputernosebleedplz:
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briannamichaelis Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2014  Student General Artist
This IS my morning wake up routine. Nuu  :D
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yamaXmuku Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2014
HOLY SHIT! WHAT A MORNING AND WHAT A SWEET LIFE!
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:iconepicnosebleedplz:
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