I Picked My Poison and It’s You

Mafia!Sebastian x Baker!Reader

Warning: masturbation (m and f), mentions of guns, mentions of murder, stalking,

Summary: How did Sebastian know you were thinking about him?

A/n: This is the second part to my Mafia!Sebastian Stan x Baker!Reader series. The third part will be up soon!

You linger in the back of your bakery, leaving the floor to your workers. You haven’t had any sleep over the weekend, the sound of the gunshot replaying in your head. You went home after the party and scrubbed yourself until your skin was red and raw, but you still feel dirty.

You don’t know if any amount of showers will make you feel clean again.

Because you likedit.

Okay, maybe you didn’t like that someone died, but you liked the feeling that came with it. The power, the control, the adrenaline… It’s all you’ve been able to think about since Friday night.

To know you were so close to death, yet you made it out alive… It was all messing with your head.

You flatten your dough out on the flour-covered counter, working it out with your soft hands. It’s a slow day today, meaning most of your workers are listening to music and talking to each other. Normally, the lack of business would be upsetting. But today, it’s a blessing.

You’re not sure where to go from here. Does Landon’s wife know he’s missing? Does she know what happened? Was she involved in whatever the hell Landon was involved in?

You thought about calling the cops, but something stopped you. You’re not sure if it’s the fear of getting involved or the excitement from it all that stopped you, but you quickly put that thought to bed.

What good would the cops do? They’d probably just sweep it under the rug.

You hear the ding of the bell, bringing your attention to the doorway of the kitchen. You can’t see into the lobby, but you can hear the distinct voice; the voice that will be engraved in your brain for the rest of your days.

You hear him speaking with the girl at the register, but you can’t tell what he’s saying. You tense up, swallowing the lump in your throat. What is he doing here? What’s the protocol of a murderer being in your business?

You stand still, your eyes locked onto the doorway. You hear footsteps against the floor before Sebastian comes into your view, his smug smile on his face. He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“There’s my Golden Girl,” He says, walking toward you. Your hands reach for the nearest weapon, which just so happens to be your rolling pin. You take a few steps backwards, your heart pounding in your chest.

Golden Girl?

You are not a golden girl, and you’re certainly not his golden girl. “Get away from me,” You order, trying your best to keep your voice steady. You keep your eyes on him, not wanting to leave anything to chance. Sebastian chuckles deeply, shaking his head.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. I just wanted to check on you,” He says, watching the gears turn in your head.

Check on you?

“You know, after what happened Friday? That kind of stuff can be intimidating for people like you,”

“People like me?” You spit, without thinking. You’ve seem to forgotten what he did to Landon only a couple of days ago; he could do the same thing to you. Sebastian makes his way around to you, his face inches from yours. You crane your neck to look up at him, not wanting to show how afraid you are.

“People who have never witnessed a murder. Sometimes that can traumatize people,” He clarifies, his right hand coming up to trace your cheek. You don’t even flinch, except for the occasional clenching of your jaw. You try not to think about how soft his hands are, despite how much blood they have on them.

Literally and figuratively.

You keep silent, slowly lowering your rolling pin. You don’t know how to explain to him that you’re perfectly fine after witnessing an innocent murder. Doesn’t that make you a psychopath?

What kind of person feels nothing after watching someone get murdered? Sure, the shock was overwhelming, but the only thing you felt after that was… Excitement?

Your whole life, you’ve been the good girl. You’ve gone to class perfectly, never had detention, never missed an assignment, never failed a class. You excelled in everything you did. You graduated with your bachelors degree in entrepreneurship. You wake up every day at the same time, go to the same place, make the same recipes, and go back to your house.

This was the only thing in the past 2 years of your life that was different.

“Unless, of course, you enjoyed it,”

The statement throws you off, jerking your head up to him. Sebastian is smirking down at you, his hand dropped to his side. He’s got that same smug look on his face, the one you can’t stand. The one he had on his face right before he brutally murdered Landon.

How does he know? He can’t know. Maybe he’s just grasping at straws, trying to feel you out. He can’t possibly know how it made you feel.

“Are you insane?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. You’ve backed away again, leaving about a foot between the both of you.

Sebastian shrugs, tutting. “I know you better than you think I do,” He says, backing away from you. He turns his back to you, looking over your counter. You’ve got different icings laid out, testing which flavors work with what. You watch as he swipes his finger through the black icing, flicking his eyes over his shoulder, bringing his finger up to his mouth.

You get a sick feeling deep in your stomach, knowing he’s right. You don’t know how he knows you better, but he does. One look, and you know he knows everything about you. He knows your deepest secrets, your biggest fears, your highest dreams…

Sebastian sticks his finger in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, sucking the icing clean off of his finger.

You stare straight ahead, your heart sinking in your chest. “Get out,”

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You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. After a long, hard day at work, you’re exhausted, but you can’t seem to fall asleep. Your mind is racing with images of Sebastian. The way he towered over you, the way he sucked his finger, the way he smiled at you…

The way he looked holding a gun.

You quickly shake your head, as if trying to shake the image away. What is wrong with you? Guns and violence aren’t attractive, especially when someone was murdered!

But how do you explain the way your stomach feels when you think back to that night? When you remember how intimidating Sebastian looked, how everyone in the room respected him? With every step, he commanded attention. You’ve never met someone so powerful.

You find your hand wandering down your body, your back arching off of the mattress. Your fingers dance over your panties, quickly finding your swollen bud. Your mind goes back to today, when Sebastian was standing over you, smirking down at you.

Is that the same look he’d give you after completely devouring you?

You apply light pressure to your clit, your other hand dancing down your body. You feel yourself soaking your panties, already gone.

If Sebastian knows you better than you think, does he know how you feel about him? Does he know that he terrifies you, all while exciting you? Does he know what you’re doing right now?

You gasp as you push your panties to the side, swiping your index finger through your folds. It’s been a while since you’ve had time to touch yourself, so every light touch excites you.

You think back to the first time you met Sebastian, when you couldn’t stand him. The way he looked you up and down sent you spiraling, but you couldn’t admit it. You’ve never had a man look at you the way he looked at you.

Before you can process it, you’re pushing a finger in your cunt, moaning as you stretch yourself out. You bite down on your lip as you clench around your finger, images of Sebastian flooding your mind.

You hear your phone vibrate next to you, jerking you back to reality. You quickly pull your hands out of your panties, curious as to who’s texting you this late at night. You pick your phone up, an unfamiliar number flashing over your screen.

Are you thinking of me?

Your heart races in your chest as your eyes scan your room. There’s no doubt in your mind about who this is. You don’t know how he got your number or how he knows what you’re doing, but the thought actually… Excites you.

But you’ll never let him know that.

You wish.

Not even two seconds after hitting send, your phone is ringing, his number popping up. You lay on your back again, slipping a hand back into your soaked panties. You answer the phone with your other hand, putting it on speaker.

“Sounds like you’re the one who’s thinking of me,” You tease, breathless. You can already feel your stomach tightening, desperate to feel that sweet release.

You hear Sebastian chuckle, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. “I am,” He says, his voice deeper. You close your eyes, sinking deeper into your bed.

What is he thinking about? Is he touching himself? Is he replaying every encounter, like you are?

You hear Sebastian suck in a sharp breath. “Tell me how you feel, doll,” He instructs, your cheeks heating up. You haven’t had phone sex since your high school days, when that’s as close as you could get to real sex— thanks to your parents being home all the time.

You’ve never been great at it, but tonight, you feel hot.

You push a finger into yourself again, your walls sinking in around your fingers. “I-I’m soaked, Sebastian,” You answer, earning a hum out of him. You know your answer isn’t enough, so you pump your finger in and out, your cunt clenching around it.

“I’m so warm, a-and tight,” You stutter, bucking your hips up. You hear Sebastian panting on the other end, a visual popping up in your mind.

You wonder if he’s dressed in his suit, undressed just enough to free his cock. You imagine his big, tattooed hand wrapped around himself, his eyebrows furrowed as he draws closer, his pink lips parted as he moans.

“Fuck yourself exactly like I would,” He orders. You moan quietly, adding another finger. The stretch is becoming too much, but you likeit.

You smirk, opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling. “How am I supposed to know how you’d fuck me? You’ve not even touched me yet,” You answer, your voice light and flirty. You hope he doesn’t notice the ‘yet’, not wanting him to know that you really, really want him to touch you one day.

You feel dirty for wanting someone like him to touch you, but the more you try to deny it, the more you want it.

Sebastian chuckles once again, only for the laugh to be cut short due to a moan. “‘Cause I’ll give ya whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Even things you don’t realize you want yet, I’ll give it to you,” He whines, quietly moaning.

Your stomach turns as your imagine him fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires. You’ve been with plenty of people, but you’ve never been honest about what you wanted in bed. Sure, you’ve been choked a couple of times. You’ve even had your fair share of degradation, but it’s never been enough.

You’ve never been comfortable enough to tell them what you actually wanted. You want to be fucked with no limitations. You want them to make you cry, you want them to make you beg. You want danger, you want passion.

You want them to ownyou.

The image of Sebastian’s hand choking you almost sends you over the edge, but you hold yourself back. You choke out a sob, curling your fingers deep inside. “Seb,” You breathe out. your toes curling.

“You want me to own you, baby? You think I don’t know how dirty you are? Tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you,”

Your lips part as you squeeze your eyes shut, searching your mind for what you want most. If you had one shot in the bedroom with Sebastian, what would you want him to do to you? Your lips are moving before you can even process what you’re saying.

“I-I want you to make me cry, Seb… I want you to mark me, want you to hurt me,” You moan, arching your back.

“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian moans, practically growling. You can tell he’s cumming, thanks to the way he’s breathing. The image of his cumming into his own hand finishes you, has you moaning and clenching around your fingers.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath, pulling your hands out of your panties. Sebastian is silent on the other line, except for the occasional grunt and the sound of him moving around. Once he’s cleaned up, you hear him clear his voice.

“Come over tomorrow,”

You open your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows. You sit up, looking over at your phone. What is he trying to do? You don’t need to go over there tomorrow. You need to get as far away as possible as you can.

You don’t want to go over there. Not tomorrow, not ever. He’s a horrible man; he’s killed people. But still, you find it hard to flat out say no.

“Uh, I can’t,” You say, quickly pulling the blankets over your bare legs. You suddenly feel exposed— like you’re being watched.

Sebastian is silent on the other end, has you regretting your decision. Should you have just gone? Is he going to be mad?

“Why not?”

You gulp, your heart hammering in your chest. You just rejected a murderer.

What the hell is wrong with you??

You scramble to come up with an excuse, your mind racing. You blurt out the first thing you can think of, which also happens to be a lie. “I have a date,”

You halfway expect Sebastian to hang up or to start shouting. But he doesn’t. He laughs.

“Is that right?” He asks, his voice laced with amusement. You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly infuriated.

“Yes, that is right!” You say, listening to him laugh. Does he think you can’t get a date? Does he think you’re not cool enough for a date?

“I don’t believe you,” Sebastian says, his laugh subsiding. Your cheeks are turning red from anger as you grab your phone, thumb hovering over the ‘end’ button.

“Well, I do, and I’m not coming over!” You say, clicking the end button.

You lay down on your back, crossing your arms over your chest.

As of this morning, you didn’t have a date and you didn’t want a date.

But as of right now, you have a date tomorrow night. You’re not sure when, where, or with who, but you’re going to do it just to prove Sebastian wrong.