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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Fluffcember Day 4 | The softest pillow

Pairing | Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count | 4.1K

Summary | You've been dating Sebastian for over five months, and he has invited you to spend the night at his house for the first time. He has planned a comfortable and romantic night for you both, and you've never had more fun staying at home than you did with him.

Warning(s) | Established relationship (boyfriend/girlfriend), use of pet name (Sweetheart), small age gap (~ 7-8 years).

Smut | Oral ~ M receiving, throat fucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, lots of praise, hair pulling, dirty talk, Daddy kink, cockwarming.

Rating Explicit (E)

Request | @buckys-wintersoldier Hey, my lovely big me💞 Listen to me, I'm sure you will love that or I hope you will. You can decide the character you want to use for this one, but could you write a fluffy oneshot that includes these sentences: 1. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today." (I'm so in love with this one, I found this and now I'm in love) 2. "I remember practising how to ask you out in a mirror." I know they don't fit that well, but I'm pretty sure you will make a wonderful oneshot out of it. Hehe. Thank you in advance, and I love you, big me. 💞

A/n | This one-shot it written for day 4 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. Thank you so much for this sweet request, and I am glad I found the perfect prompt for your challenge! 😉 I want to give a big thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this as always 🎄

Events Masterlist | ''You're my new pillow'' | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | Holding hands | @anyfandomkinkbingo

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Dating Sebastian has been a true rollercoaster of emotions for you, but only in the best way possible. From you meeting him during an interview a little over a year ago to him asking you to be his girlfriend, it was like a fairytale.

Today is the day you're about to interview the cast of a new movie called The Martian - and today, of all days, will be the moment that you're going to be interviewing Sebastian Stan, your celebrity crush for the last few years.

It will be an absolute dream come true, and you've been endlessly preparing so you can conduct the interview of your life. And not just to impress Sebastian.

The black dress you've wanted to wear is hanging in your closet, ready to be put on, but you pick out some black lingerie before you can do that. It's not like anyone will see it, but the confidence boost it gives you is indescribable.

When you have the lacey fabric on, you admire yourself in the mirror for a few minutes before getting dressed and doing your hair and makeup.

Your hair is in loose curls and up in a ponytail, with a few loose pieces framing your face, and your eye makeup is simple, but the dark lipstick you put on gives your look an exciting edge.

Now, all that's left is to read over your interview questions a few more times and make a few last adjustments before it's officially time to go to your interview.

It's good that you've gotten into the habit of arriving early everywhere you go, and you've arrived about 20 minutes early so you take the time to freshen up in the bathroom.

You don't anticipate anyone walking by when you walk out, and you accidentally bump into a broad chest. You let out a squeal when a pair of strong arms envelop you.

"Woah! Careful there, Sweetheart," the man says with a chuckle, and your eyes snap up to see who the voice belongs to. It is just your luck that you bump into none other than Sebastian, and you're glad he caught you before you could fall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you!" You tell him as he lets you go, but he gives you a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. It's not every day that someone as beautiful as you bumps into me," he tells you with a dashing smile, making the butterflies you feel in your stomach wild.

When it's time for the interview, Sebastian recognizes you and lets his gaze wander over your body and long, exposed legs a few times. He can't get enough of looking at you.

The interview is over far too soon for the both of you and just when you're about to pack up your stuff and go home to work out the interview, Sebastian stops you.

"I hope I'm not overstepping here, but would you mind grabbing a coffee sometime? If you're from around here, that is," he says, suddenly getting a little shy.

"Well, I'm out here for work until tomorrow morning, but once you're back in New York, I'd love to take you up on your offer since I live there," you tell him, and you can't help but smile.

The thought of Sebastian asking you out makes the butterflies go crazy, and when you see the relief washing over him, you know you made the right choice by saying yes.

"Let me give you my number, and you can text me when you're back in New York if you still want to grab a coffee, of course," you tell him, and he nods furiously before grabbing his phone and letting you put your phone number in it.

"I have to go now, but it was lovely to meet you, and I can't wait to grab a coffee with you when we're home," he says, and he bends down to place a soft kiss on your cheek, his stubble tickling you a little bit.

Little did you know it would be the start of a great friendship and one of the most loving relationships you've ever built with someone. It was your first Christmas together that would change the dynamic, however.

"Do you want to spend Christmas together this year? If you don't plan to go home, of course," Sebastian asks you during your weekly video call.

He's away to film another Marvel movie, but Christmas will be spent back in New York, which is perfect timing for both of you. You haven't seen him for the last three months, and even though it's nice to video call, you miss his hugs, smiles, and touches. You miss him.

"I would love to, but only if you're cooking dinner for me because the lord knows if I do it, there won't be anything to eat for us that evening!" you joke, and Sebastian laughs wholeheartedly, which makes your heart skip a beat or two.

Your crush on him has only intensified over the last year, and he has developed feelings for you as well, but with his busy shooting schedule, you don't see each other as much as you'd like.

Sebastian plans to make it extra special this Christmas and wants to spend the holiday with you. He's been planning on telling you how he feels for a while, and it will be the perfect opportunity to do just that.

"Of course, I'll cook; I'd rather not starve on Christmas, thank you very much!" he quips back, and you shake your head, chuckling at his comment.

It promises to be the most memorable Christmas you have ever spent, and you're glad you don't have to celebrate it alone this year. With your parents living on the other side of the world, seeing them over Christmas is not an option, so you usually take some time off, read a book or two, and relax.

"In that case, I'll gladly celebrate Christmas with you, Sebastian. I can't wait," you tell him, and the weeks leading up to it felt like they flew by.

It is the day before Christmas when Sebastian arrives in New York, and you've offered to pick him up from the airport, which he gladly accepted.

"Hi, Sweetheart," he says as he walks out the doors after baggage claim, hauling a suitcase behind him and a backpack over his shoulders. He's been filming in California for a while, so he has a healthy glow all over his face, making him look stunning.

"I can't believe we're spending Christmas together; it's a big step from having to spend it alone," you tell him softly, getting a little embarrassed that you just admitted to him that you're usually alone on the happiest time of the year.

"Wait, you're always alone on Christmas?! I'm glad I offered to spend it together! Can't have my best girl being alone during the holidays now, can I?" Sebastian asks, and you nod in agreement.

You didn't miss how he called you his best girl, and it made your cheeks heat up, which didn't go unnoticed by Sebastian. You both have this effect on one another, and you wouldn't change it for anything.

The next day, Sebastian rings your doorbell a little after noon, and you've opted to wear a Christmas-themed sweater. When you open the door, you find Sebastian with a Christmas sweater and a present under his arm.

"You look gorgeous today, Sweetheart," Sebastian tells you as he pulls you into his side and kisses your cheek softly. It has yours heating up instantly, and you're feeling very fortunate to have someone as sweet as him by your side today.

The afternoon is spent preparing dinner, drinking hot cocoa, and watching Home Alone, an absolute Christmas classic. When you think this day couldn't be any more perfect, Sebastian whips out an envelope and hands it to you.

I wrote this for you, and I'm sorry if it's a little cheesy, but I figured I go big or go home, and I'd rather not go home, so..." he says, a deep red blush taking over his cheeks and neck as he hands you the envelope.

It's a light pink envelope with your name in his handwriting, and you pull open the envelope to find a small letter inside.

Sweetheart,

The past year, you have shown me what it is like to live life to the fullest, no matter what life throws your way. Meeting you has also brought me immense joy; because of that, I want to ask you something.

Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest guy on earth and be my girlfriend?

~ Sebastian

When you finish reading the little note, you slap your hand over your mouth out of excitement and practically fling yourself into his arms as you pull him close.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend, Sebastian."

His hand cups your cheek before he pulls you in for a soft, sweet kiss. Even though it's not the first you've shared with him, it is by far the most special one, and it is the cherry on top of the Christmas cake.

Today will be your first time staying at Sebastian's house; honestly, the nerves are starting to kick in. He's seen your place a few times and slept there, but this is quite a step outside your comfort zone.

In your home, it's precisely how you like it and where you feel most comfortable, and you've discussed this with Sebastian. He is a true sweetheart because he has repeatedly reassured you that it's okay and you can sleep at home if you don't feel comfortable.

Your outfit has been laid out and ready to go for the last two days, and you can't wait to put it on and officially make your way to see Sebastian because you've missed him a lot.

Between his filming schedule and you flying all over the country to do more interviews, you have little time to see one another, but now that the universe is finally letting you be together, you want to look your absolute best.

After a shower and a thorough grooming session, you're putting your hair into two space buns with a few loose strands framing your face, and your makeup is very natural.

When your outfit is on, and your overnight bag is packed, you text Sebastian to tell him you're about to leave since it's still a 45-minute drive to his house, especially with the New York traffic.

Your work bag is also coming since you'll head straight to work the following day. It's a good thing he lives close to your office because that gives you more time to cuddle up to him, which is one of your favorite things to do in the morning.

What you didn't know, however, is that Sebastian has been preparing for your arrival. Not just by making sure his house is spotless but also by putting a little ''welcome home'' package together for you.

When he's about to step into the shower, he hears his phone go off, and when your name appears on his screen, he gets a wide grin, and his mood is instantly lifted.

''Can't wait to see you soon, Sweetheart,'' he says to no one, and he hops into the shower to prepare for your arrival. His place is spotless, there are clean sheets on the bed, and the care package is waiting on the kitchen island, ready to be unpacked by you.

He went above and beyond by choosing out a pair of the fuzziest socks he could find, as well as a big box of your favorite tea and a cute mug with it, a book from your wishlist you can leave at his place, and a bag of your favorite sweet treats to finish it.

He also has a small black box waiting for later, but that would have to wait until you two are comfortable on the couch because he wants to save it for a special moment.

When he's done in the shower, he quickly dries his hair and puts on a simple outfit before spraying his cologne. Now, he's ready to welcome you at his house and getting nervous because he's unsure if you will like it.

He grabbed the little box he was planning on giving you later and flipped open the top one last time as he looked at its contents. It shines beautifully in the sunlight, illuminating the room through the large windows.

With a small sigh, he shuts the box and puts it in one of the side table drawers next to his couch. It's all he can think about now, but before he can think about it too long, his doorbell rings, notifying him of your arrival.

He jogs to the door, and when he's there, he straightens out his long, dark brown locks and clothing one last time before swinging open the door and welcoming you inside.

''Sweetheart, I'm so glad you made it,'' he tells you as he pulls you in for a hug, and you instantly melt into his embrace.

''Missed you,'' you tell him, though it's muffled by the jacket he's wearing, and it only makes Sebastian chuckle.

''What did you say, Sweetheart? I don't think I got what you said just now,'' he tells you, and you reluctantly pull out of his hold so you can tell him again how much you've missed him.

''I missed you, but I'm thrilled to see you again,'' you tell him, pulling him closer so you can kiss him properly. Your lips fit perfectly with his, and it lights a fire inside of you that instantly makes you want more.

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles softly before letting go with a soft moan. It was all just a plan to tease you a little so he could make the rest of the night unforgettable.

Your eyes are half-lidded as you look at him in anticipation, but instead of giving you what you're looking for, he pulls you into his house, closing the door behind you.

''I got you something to welcome you into my home and hopefully make it our home,'' he tells you as he interlaces his fingers with yours. He steps to the side to reveal the little basket on the kitchen island when you're in the kitchen.

''I-Is this for me? You didn't have to do that!'' you tell him, though your curiosity takes over, and you can't resist a peek inside the basket.

You take out everything and look at it, especially the mug he bought for you that leaves you chuckling. When you pick up the book and read the back, Sebastian walks closer to you and pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you and his chin leaning on your shoulder.

''I figured you could leave this here, so you will always have a few things around here that are all yours for the next time you come over,'' he tells you, and you close your eyes as a huge smile escapes.

''I'm glad I'm allowed to come back after today,'' you say as you put the book on the counter and turn into his hold, kissing him softly and slowly until Sebastian bends down and lifts you onto the kitchen island.

''Well, there's one more surprise for you, and you need to close your eyes and stay seated, alright?'' Sebastian asks, and you hum in response, so he walks to the living room and gets the small black box he was holding earlier, unable to wait any longer.

''Alright, you can open them,'' Sebastian says, and he's standing in front of you with the black box open, and your eyes are immediately pulled to the contents of it.

''I want you to have this, Sweetheart, because you already have the key to my heart, and now I want you to have the key to my house as well. I want you to be able to come and go whenever you want to since there's no one else I trust more than you.''

You take the key out of the box and look at it before closing your hand around it and stretching the other one out to take Sebastian's and pull him between your legs.

''In that case, it's only fair if I give you the key to my house as well, but only if you promise not to sneak up on me in the middle of the night because I will knock you out if you do it!'' you tell him between chuckles.

You seal your promises to one another with a kiss, and you put the key beside you on the counter before your hands slide into his hair, pulling softly, earning yourself a groan from Sebastian.

''Let's move this to the bedroom, Sweetheart, and I'll give you a tour of the house later. Right now, I need you,'' he tells you between open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone, your head thrown back to give him access.

He pulls you off the counter, and once you're sturdy on the floor, he whispers something in your ear that has your knees buckling underneath you.

''You'd better enjoy the walk while you still can, Sweetheart, because I'm going to make sure you won't be able to walk for the rest of the day.''

He grabs your hand and leads the way to his bedroom, and he kicks the door shut before he attaches his mouth to yours again, the kiss a clash of tongues, a fight over dominance which Sebastian wins.

You are both undressing one another and when your dress has found its way onto the floor, you're standing in front of Sebastian in your white lingerie with red hearts on it. His breath hitches as he takes it in, his large hands gliding over the soft fabric adorning your body.

''Hmm, it's too bad you're not as innocent as this fucking lingerie makes you look right now, Sweetheart. Luckily, it'll be on the floor soon anyway,'' he purrs in your ear, making you unbelievably wet.

Your long fingernails drag from his chest, over his abdomen, down to his belt, unbuckling it quickly before pulling the fabric of his jeans down. You crouch down with it before sitting on your knees, and you palm his now hard cock through his underwear.

''How about I show you just how not-so-innocent I can be with my mouth?'' you tease him, and you feel him throb in your hand. He throws his head back with a loud groan as he's getting painfully hard now.

You pull his boxers down and throw them to the side, allowing his long, veiny cock to spring free right in front of your face, the red tip already leaking a bead of precum that you happily lick off.

''Tastes so good, Daddy,'' you whine softly, and the grin on Sebastian's face is unmistakable; he's about to ruin you in every single way you can think of.

After a few more small kitten licks on his tip, you take it into your mouth and you suckle softly. And Sebastian removes both hair ties from your hair, letting it fall around your head.

''Much better, Sweetheart, that way Daddy can fuck your beautiful throat like he wants to,'' he says, and your nails dig into his thighs at the idea, making Sebastian hiss at the feeling.

While you're looking up at him with big, glassy eyes, you slowly take more of him into your mouth until your nose is pressed to his pubic bone, and you're choking around his length.

When you pull back, you take in a few deep breaths of the oxygen you have just deprived yourself of, and you smile wickedly at Sebastian, who grabs some of your hair and pushes his cock back into your mouth, needing to cum down your throat.

''Want me to fuck this throat, Sweetheart? Want me to fuck this tight, perfect throat and cum in it, make you swallow it like my perfect cumslut?'' he asks you in a slightly degrading tone, but it only serves to make you even hornier, and your cunt clenches around nothing.

You moan around him, and he takes that as confirmation he needs to start fucking your throat and chasing his high in the process. The gagging sounds you make only spur him on, and his hips are snapping at a rapid pace until he shoots his cum down your throat and over your tongue, ensuring you get every last drop.

''Fuck, you're so good for me, Sweetheart, such a good girl for Daddy.''

With your eyes half-lidded and your panties soaked, Sebastian helps you up and walks you backward to the bed until you're lying down. When you're comfortable, he takes off your bra and panties so you're entirely bare for him, and he crawls over your body.

''Let me make you feel good, Sweetheart. You deserve it after making me feel so fucking amazing; my soul left my body through my cock,'' he whispers between kisses from your stomach and your breasts up to your neck and jaw.

''Please, Daddy,'' you beg, and Sebastian's too impatient to make you wait any longer, as he needs to be buried inside you right this moment.

He lines himself up with your entrance before pushing in slowly, letting you adjust to his length before pushing in further. When he's fully sheathed inside of you, he lets out a groan, and a moan escapes your lips.

His hands find yours, and he interlaces his fingers with yours before slowly pumping in and out of you, making sure you feel every single inch, ridge, and vein inside of you.

''Hmm, I remember practicing how to ask you out in a mirror after that interview. You bumping into me that day is truly the best thing that has ever happened to me, Sweetheart,'' Sebastian confesses as he keeps his slow, almost unbearable pace the same.

''Couldn't live with the fact that I might not see you again, so I practiced, and I'm so glad it worked out, Sweetheart. I can't imagine being anywhere other than inside of your perfect, tight, soaked pussy right now. She's clenching around me, baby. Are you about to cum for Daddy?'' he asks you, and you nod; all that's leaving your mouth are moans and whines because you're so close.

''Hmm, you better cum around my cock, Sweetheart, want to cum inside this perfect pussy,'' he groans in your ear, and he lets go of your hand to rub your clit while simultaneously picking up the pace, and you lock your ankles behind around his hips.

''D-Daddy! Please, need to cum,'' you plea, and he listens because before you know it, you fall apart from the combination of his fingers and cock inside you, and Sebastian closely follows you.

Long ropes of his cum shoot into your puffy, overstimulated cunt, but he doesn't want to pull out since you're so warm and comfortable. He turns over with you in his arms, and he pulls the comforter over both of you as you snuggle into him, still buried deep inside you.

You take a short nap in his arms as you cockwarm him, and when you wake up, you feel Sebastian tracing soft, slow patterns on your back.

''Hi, Daddy,'' you whisper against his neck, and he turns to look at you.

''Hi, Sweetheart. How was your nap?'' he asks you, and you can confirm it was the best nap you've had in a long time. After you've woken up entirely, you're both taking a bath together before moving your cuddle session to the couch, and you're ordering dinner so you don't have to leave each other's sides.

Later in the evening, you're attempting to get up from the couch, but you're not allowed because Sebastian pulls you back onto the sofa, making you squeal.

''No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today!'' he tells you and pulls you onto his lap to attack you with many tickles, making you laugh and squirm uncontrollably.

''N-No! Please, sto-o-o-p!'' you tell him, and eventually, he does. But not after a few more surprise ones when you've caught your breath again.

When it's finally time to go to bed, you lay your head on Sebastian's chest with a soft sigh, and before you drift off to sleep, you mutter a few more words to him that have him chuckling softly.

''You're my new pillow, so I will never let you go.''

This was when he officially knew he would marry you one day because he could not live without you for another second. He wants your love and happiness around him for the rest of his life.

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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What’s This?

Paring: Henry Cavill x Actress Reader x Sebastian Stan

Word count: 1 K

Summary: Halloween or Christmas? Why not both?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Flirting, suggestive language, definite praise kink, drinking, slapping (and liking it), propositioning, finger fucking in public, implied threesome.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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You were at your hotel bar after the awards show, savoring your Macallans 18, with Henry’s deep baritone British drawl in your ear. You didn’t know Superman had game like this.

“What he doesn’t know about, he doesn’t need to know about. You said yourself, you two are not that serious. It’s just fun. Why can’t you have some fun with me, Love?”

“What kind of fun are you talking about?”

You took a slow sip of your whiskey and snaked your tongue out to collect stray liquid. Henry’s eyes followed every movement, taking in your glowing skin, the deep pools of your eyes, and those moist, juicy lips. He had to have you.

“Let’s cut to the chase. I want you. You are beautiful, charming, intelligent, and one of the best actors I’ve ever witnessed on screen. In every room where we have the fortune to be put together in, I’m inexplicably drawn to you. And I wonder…”

Henry stopped speaking and put his hand on your bare knee, your leg as smooth as velvet beneath the hem of your short couture dress.

You took another sip of your drink and slapped Henry.

A couple looked over at you two from across the dark, almost empty bar. The bartender minded his own business. And Henry, well Henry just smiled a cheshire grin and stared at you with those blue blue eyes. He wanted more of that spirit.

“You are being very forward, Mr. Cavill. What makes you think that I want to get down on my knees and suck that rumored very fat dick and let you cum all over my tits?”

You cocked your head like it was a real question.

Henry’s eyes dilated and he moved closer to you. He could bend you over the bar at that moment, but he had to restrain himself, and the monster that was awakened in his pants. You were so fucking hot.

Oh yeah, you were ready to get down, wanting to touch, feel and taste the dark hair that was curling from the shirt that he was wearing. You were about to invite him up to your room when you heard Seb’s voice behind you.

“What’s this?”

Henry looked up and grinned again as Sebastian ordered.

“Another Macallans for the lady, and one for me too.”

You turned toward your boyfriend and let him kiss you on your cheek. He whispered, “Naughty girl,” and bit your ear lightly.

You shivered as you cut your eyes back over to your other companion.

“Sebastian, you know Henry? Henry, Sebastian.”

Sebastian received his drink,

“Oh, Henry and I go waaayyy back, don’t we?”

Henry smiled again and looked at you.

“Yes, we have similar tastes in…. Well, in lots of things.”

Sebastian finished the explanation, moving as close to you as Henry was on the other side of you.

“And we have shared…. Our ….thoughts on those things.”

The silence was full of meaning.

Henry and Seb looked at each other over your head as you dipped yours to drink and ponder, and Henry put his hand on your thigh again. Sebastian put his hand on your other thigh and pulled it apart from the other, so as to enable both he and Henry to move their fingers higher.

You shivered, and opened your legs even wider. Sebastian kissed your temple.

“Such a good girl. Henry, don’t you think so?”

Henry looked down at your dress, which currently showcased your rock hard nipples. His voice was incredibly deep, and broken because he’d reached the wetness seeping down your thigh. You sighed as his fingers reached your folds. You whimpered when Sebastian’s mirrored his on the other side.

“Yes, I think we’ll find her to be a very good girl for both of us tonight? Right?”

Henry slipped his fingers into your wetness, exploring your innermost parts. Sebastian had you memorized and went directly and smoothly into circling your hole while Henry traced your clit.

You moaned a little and looked around. To anyone, you would look like three very close friends having a quiet conversation. No one knew that you were silently screaming for them both to fuck you in all of your holes.

Henry called to the bartender.

“Another for the lady.”

The bartender nodded as you thought of how much more fun you would be with three drinks in you. You smiled at your luck.

“So. Speaking of taste, d’you remember the debate we had with Tim Burton in Cannes?”

You couldn’t believe they were talking business while they defiled you in public. But you dared not speak a word lest you start moaning.

Henry pressed more roughly on your clit as Sebastian slipped another finger inside you and started fucking you with them right there at the bar. You couldn’t look at the bartender as he set your drink down and quickly moved away again.

“Drink, Darling.”

Sebastian commanded you with a stern whisper in your ear. You nodded, took a gulp, and then held on the the bar for dear life as they had their way and pretended it wasn’t happening.

“Yes, Henry, I remember it well. He verified what everyone else but you knows: The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween movie.”

You looked at Sebastian in disbelief. He crooked his fingers inside you, finished his drink, and then watched as you trembled, trying to keep it together.

“Finish up the drink I bought you, Love. Don’t be rude.”

You drank some more as Henry pinched your clit. You let out an eep from the sensation, and both men gave you stern looks. Then ignored you again.

Except for them ruining you in a place of business.

“Mate,” Henry shook his head. “The climax of the story happens on Christmas Eve. It’s a Christmas movie!”

The debate became more vigorous as they became more vigorous with you. Sebastian was finger fucking you, digits in all available holes and crevices, and Henry was abusing your clit as much as he could in the available space that he had.

“It takes place in HALLOWEENTOWN!”

“But, it’s about how Halloween characters would celebrate Christmas.”

“There are three separate songs that are anti-Christmas, man.”

You felt like Superman or Bucky Barnes, and as if you could break the bar in half with the force of your orgasm. But, you managed to not make a sound.

“Beautiful girl.”

“So good for us, you precious Angel.”

You watched both men suck your juices off your fingers.

You stood up from your stool and downed the rest of your drink.

“I don’t care what you say, The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween. It can be both at once.”

They both grinned at you like the cads they were.

“Speaking of both. At once. Let’s go up to my room and continue this discussion.”

Henry hurriedly laid down cash for the drinks as Sebastian adjusted his pants.

Tonight was going to be a good night.

For all.

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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keep it up ♡

Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader

Summary: Seb knows what he wants for his 40th birthday, and he wants you to give it to him...

Words: 1k

Warnings: spanking, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, name calling (slut), pet names (baby, sweetheart), squirting, p in v sex (unprotected, creampie), slight breeding kink, slight orgasm denial

a/n: wanted to get this out much earlier today but my plans were thrown all out of wack and I got home late. oh well lol it's short and nasty just like-- nvm.. hbd old man 😜🥰🥳

unbeta'd, edited by me. if you see any errors, no you didn't :)

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"Y'know usually the birthday boy is the one on the receiving end of any birthday punishments," you tease Sebastian over your shoulder as he helps you unzip your dress. "I should be laying forty punches into those beefy arms of yours. What do you say? Twenty on each side?"

Your dress finally falls to the floor after a few strategic pushes over your curves. Turning in his arms with his hands still on your hips, you grab his biceps and give them a squeeze.

"My birthday, my rules," Sebastian teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile grows.

Slowly he leans into you, tugging you close by your waist until your stomach is flush against the hard length filling the front of his slacks.

His breath is hot by your ear as he whispers, "Don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"

He presses a kiss to your jaw and leans back, keeping himself pressed to you except now his large hands are framing the sides of your face.

"You asked what I wanted for my birthday. I want you, spread out on my lap and taking a spanking like the good little slut you are."

Your focus is on his pink lips as he speaks. The way they pout when he coos at you for already nodding your head in agreement. Your eyes flutter shut when he leans in with those soft lips to press into yours with a delicate kiss.

His hands move you where he wants you as he nudges into your mouth with his tongue, searching for your heat. When you give in, relent to his curling touch, his enveloping heat, he groans, his dick twitching in his slacks.

He pants into your mouth when you separate, almost desperate in his need to claim your body now. But you have to give him his present first.

Sebastian pulls you down into his lap, his cock pressing firm into your side. Your warm flesh exposed against the hard line of his zipper.

Thanks to a lack of fabric covering your ass from the thong you wore, Sebastian was already palming your cheeks. Lightly caressing them, giving a trying squeeze here and there as you squirmed in his lap.

"What was it you said before? Twenty on each side?"

You gasp as a firm slap lands on your right cheek.

"Count. You miss one and we start over."

"One," you say with a shaky breath as you frantically nod.

"Good girl."

Another slap, this time on the left.

"Two."

It's easy to keep it up for the first ten, after that the slaps come at varying speeds and you stumble a bit.

"Fou- No! Fifteen!"

Tears are welling at the corners of your eyes like a damn threatening to break.

"Watch it, sweetheart. If you're not careful we'll be here all night."

You want to scoff at the smile in his voice because of course he wouldn't mind tearing up your ass till the sun comes up. But you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow. And all that does come out of your mouth is a warbled, sobbed, "no!"

"Then behave."

You do, you really try to be good. But, fuck, he's not making it easy.

"Look at you. My perfect little slut."

Sebastian stops somewhere in the 20s to peel your panties to the side and admire the way your slick clings to them. His middle finger runs through your soaked folds.

"Such a pretty pussy, sweetheart. Doing so well for me."

He spreads your pussy open, your exposed hole winking at him, clenching and desperate to be filled with something, anything.

"Please, I need -- I need it, need you. Please!"

You sob at his touch, begging and crazed for it.

Either from pity or his own based needs, Sebastian gives in and slowly inserts his middle finger into your tight cunt.

The sound of it, sloppy and wet, would almost be embarrassing if you weren't so far gone already.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're so wet, fuck."

He watches his finger slide in and out before adding a second. The moment you're filled to the brim another slap lands and you're back to counting. You struggle for a moment to remember where you left off at, but once you do Sebastian is fucking into you in time with the cracks across your cheeks. A pulsing rhythm that makes your body hum. Your core is tightening, your walls squeezing against his invasion as he picks up speed.

You're down to your last five when you feel it. You're gonna come and fast but you can't. He won't let you until he's done, until it's over.

Screaming, crying, begging, anything to let you come as you count down slowly from five. The slaps getting harder, his fingers hammering impossibly fast into your cunt.

"That's it, baby, one more," he coaxes you as your body shakes, your pussy squelching against his hand. "One more and you can come. Fuck you're perfect."

You don't know if that last part was to you or him but you don't care.

Sebastian's hand comes down in one final slap and the second you scream "forty" he tears his hand from your gushing cunt, rubbing his soaked hand over your clit as you spray him and the bed, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can.

"Fuck! Goddamn. Messy little slut."

Sebastian throws you on the bed behind him, face down while he undoes his pants. Damn near ready to bust all over himself, he slams into your pussy. Holding you down by the hips and taking you like he's feral and trying to fucking breed you.

The outside of his trousers rubs raw against your ass but you couldn't care less when you're coming around his cock, delirious and drooling into the mattress.

"Fuck!"

Sebastian shouts as he stills, grinding his hips into your backside as he fills you to the brim, coating your slick walls in his molten hot spunk.

He lays down on top of you, careful not to put his full weight on you, but just enough to surround you, make you feel safe in his arms. They cage you in as he presses wet kisses down your neck, over your shoulders.

His eyes snap open when you mumble something under him, almost incoherent from your position. Sebastian quickly moves, lifting up on his elbows because he's not quite ready to fully move away from you yet.

"Sorry, sweetheart. What was that?"

"I said," you turn to smile at him over your shoulder, "Happy birthday, old man'."

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mxssingmemories · 9 months

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A Fresh Start

Summary: Y/N is finally moving out of her childhood home. It's a big decision, but she knows she's got Chris and Sebastian in her corner.\

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, Chris Evans x teen!reader

Warnings: None, really. Moving out of a parent's house? Pretty much just pure fluff.

Word Count: 600ish

A/N:I'm thinking of making a masterlist, what do y'all think? Hope you guys like this one <3

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked, his voice quiet and uncertain. Nodding your head, you smiled. You were content with your decision. Moving out of your childhood home after ten years was a big decision, and you knew that. You just couldn't be in the house any longer-it was time to move on. You just got a role in your third Marvel movie, and you were growing up. In your eyes, this was the biggest step you had to take. It was time to get it out of the way.

Sebastian and Chris watched you pack your bags, helping when you asked. They knew better than to get in your way after the "Cake Incident." It was a bittersweet moment for everyone in the house. For the boys, it meant they finally were able to be close to you, but at the cost of leaving your childhood behind. For you, the worst part about this was leaving your parents.

The whole day, almost all you heard were reassurances that everything was fine, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. Not that you didn't appreciate it-of course you did- but they said it so much it became less true in your eyes. You had faith, though. After all, you were confident the boys would take care of you-no matter what.

After the final goodbyes with your parents were said, and the last box was packed into the van, you hopped in the back seat with Sebastian. When tears started to form in your eyes, he pulled you into his shoulder. You let your tears fall, comforted by Seb's warm embrace and the gentle rocking of the car. Eventually, your body stopped shaking, and you relaxed. You allowed yourself to be lulled to sleep, anxiously awaiting the arrival to Chris' house.

"Hey, kiddo, we're here." Sebastian murmured softly, shaking you. Groggily, you opened your eyes, widening them as you saw the size of the house. Choosing not to focus on that, you followed Chris into the bedroom he set up for you tiredly. Setting your overnight bag down, you followed the boys into the living room where they'd already cued up Iron Man 3. It was well-known in the cast that that's your favorite movie-you absolutely adored Robert. A content smile made its way across your face. They'd set up a nest of sorts, all kinds of pillows and blankets on the sofa. Dodger was nestled right in the middle of it, and the three of you hopped in your designated spots as the movie began to play.

That moment was exactly when you realized this was the right choice. You knew your boys would keep you safe and be there for you, and being a teenager in the acting world, you couldn't be more thankful.

As the movie played, Chris and Sebastian occasionally glanced over at you. They all had slightly worried looks on their faces, knowing the reality of the transition hadn't hit you yet. They were fully prepared to handle it when it did, though-they loved you too much to not be there for you.

When the credits finally rolled, Chris and Sebastian noticed you were asleep. With a soft smile on his face, Seb picked you up princess style and carried you up the stairs. Your eyes opened a little bit, and closed again when you realized you were safe in Sebastian's arms. He kicked the door open with his foot, pulling the covers back before laying you gently in the bed.

"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered softly, kissing your forehead as he walked out. Shutting your door, a goofy grin made its way onto his face. He was so proud of you for making this decision, and he knew you were in good hands.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18

It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning.

"Hello?"

So much for that.

"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."

You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"

She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"

You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?"

Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"

She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown."

You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep.

Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car.

Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row.

Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight.

Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.

"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!"

Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.

Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.

"Th-Thank you."

He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'."

Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle.

You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.

About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying.

He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality.

A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.

He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.

Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.

The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.

He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one.

The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.

You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game.

Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.

"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left."

You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.

"It's open!"

His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand.

The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance.

"What's your name?"

It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.

You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy.

"Look at me, doll."

As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.

"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.

"I um…Y/N…"

Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.

"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me."

He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.

"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."

You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."

He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.

"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them."

Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."

You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."

Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively.

He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"

He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.

"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."

Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby."

Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."

He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"

"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"

Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.

"Y-Yes…"

He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"

You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.

"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."

Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.

"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again."

"Sir, please… please touch me."

He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."

Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.

"T-That's not…I need…"

He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."

His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.

"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."

Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.

"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"

You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"

Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!"

His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."

He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"

Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"

He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?"

Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.

"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.

"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"

He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"

Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."

You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just… - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!"

He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."

You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"

Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."

He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor.

He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.

"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."

You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?"

You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.

"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"

He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.

"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"

As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater.

"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."

He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."

You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.

"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."

The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.

"Fuck, Sebastian!"

He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.

"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."

He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."

You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"

He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.

"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart."

You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."

Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."

The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me."

Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.

"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time.

Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."

Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.

"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."

Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

"You with me, babydoll?"

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."

Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."

You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"

Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."

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My brain and pussy stuttered reading about prof evans and model seb 😳😳😳😳😳 i, i wanna watch through a cracked door and get caught to be dragged inside, too 🫣🫣🥵 who said that

Hbnnnnnng what about prof evans calling me a naughty girl 😳🥴🥴🫣 helppppp

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Mmm, yeah, that would be reeeeal unfortunate, wouldn't it?

...If you just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, coming in for office hours, a few questions on your mind that immediately dissipate the moment your eyes find them together--Seb pressed against the wall, his gorgeous face all too recognizable, even when it's crumpled in pleasure and submission under your professor's unlikely dominance.

You can't draw yourself away. You know you should. They're hypnotic, though, every time Professor Evans' grasp on his waist--his hips, his shoulders, his wrists, pinning him to the wall so effectively--lightens up Sebastian arches forward, swooning into him. So plainly desperate to be touched.

When Sebastian finally can't take the teasing, he crumbles with a precious little whimper that leaves more heat pooling between your thighs, shifting on your feet to relieve the heat and sudden throb as you blush terribly, your eyes probably comically wide, locked onto them. Straining your ears and eyes to take in all the tiny sounds Seb is making, the low rumble of Professor Evans' voice, and the wet slide of their mouths together.

You're not thinking. You're watching. You're taking them in. Devouring the sight of them. Unable to look anywhere else.

You're consumed by them, so you're startled terribly, heart pounding in your chest, when Professor Evans' voice gets louder, but no less deep, rumbling, "baby," to his lover, making him arch his neck, presenting it gorgeously.

You shift, pressing your thighs together. Why is he suddenly talking loud enough for you to hear? There's no way that that's on p--

Then, drawing a line over his exposed throat with the plush surface of his lips, Professor Evans addresses you, "You're lucky Seb's used to having an audience. Otherwise... you'd be in a shit load of trouble, tsk, tsk," he clicks his tongue, "naughty girl."

He turns his head to the side, a wicked smirk painting his lips, dripping with eroticism and danger.

You shiver in place at the same time that Sebastian quivers. Your mouth falls open with a stupid, little, "oh." Throbs of heat assault you.

Sebastian already looks wrecked underneath him. You want to be wrecked. You want to be right there with Sebastian. You want to be melting from light yet demanding touches, too. You want Professor Evans' lips tracing your skin and weakening your knees. You want this side of Professor Evans so bad; you want to stare at Sebastian Stan, the picture of fucking beauty, too debauched and obscene.

So, with a crook of one of Professor Evans, you're drawn into his private office, through the cracked door, and into the tight, dark space--all too obedient already. You can't help it. You're so used to listening to Professor Evans' instructions 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Hard To Handle

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x PlusSize!Handler!Reader (Fem!Reader) (RPF)

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Summary: You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

Warnings: 18+, minors plz go away, dark fic(or my attempt at one), dub/non-con, soft!dark!Sebastian, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking, manhandling, choking, edging, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst, light dom/sub, swearing, fat shaming/name calling(not by seb), mentions of body image issues // If there are warnings I missed plz lmk so I can include them. In general, if this type of content is triggering for u DNI. Read at ur own risk

Word Count: 5,100

A/N- This is my first dark fic, or at least kinda dark? Idk but I hope you enjoy it! Seb is obviously OOC (since this is a dark fic) he’s also a bit of a brat😉 I tried my best w/ the Romanian but I don’t speak it so take it at face value plz. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story is also on my AO3 account, Ruby_Nation, but should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

I want to shoutout the writers who lured me to the dark side with their incredible fics @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kinanabinks @angryschnauzer @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Famous actor Sebastian Stan was a lot of things: charming, intelligent, insanely talented, a hilarious goofball, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about his chiseled jaw and hooded gaze that made it impossible to look away from the celebrity. What Sebastian Stan was not, however, was good at following rules. Your rules, to be exact. As his handler, you had specific stipulations set out for him to follow. But did famous actor Sebastian Stan listen to said rules? No, of course not. This made your job as his glorified babysitter immensely more challenging. Since, every time he disregarded your directives, you were the one who dealt with the repercussions. He knew this, and yet on the very first stop of his press tour, he decided to run off and galavant around an unfamiliar city unsupervised.

5 hours earlier

When you arrived at the hotel with Sebastian, it was 7 pm. Your jet-lagged self was still on LA time, though, so it felt more like 9 pm to you. At least your room was nice, even if it was connected to Sebastian’s by a single door. You quickly changed out of your travel outfit, unpacked your toiletry bag-since hotel shampoo was a cruel joke-and went to the bathroom. After that, you walked over to the door that lead to Sebastian’s room and knocked. No answer. You knocked again, “Sebastian! We need to go over tomorrow’s itinerary.” Still nothing. Luckily, the door was unlocked. A subsequent sweep of his quarters revealed that they were empty.

Shit.

That slippery motherfucker had once again escaped under your watchful eye. Okay, maybe not so watchful since you had been on the other side of a wall when he slipped away. But he was only out of eyeshot for about twenty minutes and he managed to not only fly the coop but also unpack all of his luggage. He had so many suitcases! How in the world did he unpack them all so fast? Not that it mattered, because when you found him you were going to handcuff him to one of those god-damn oversized suitcases. See how he liked lugging around an inconvenient charge for a change.

Present

Now you were wandering around the nightlife district looking for the escaped actor. You stopped outside a bar that could only be described with the word “dive” in front of it. This had to be it since you had scoured every other location in the area that offered booze and/or entertainment. You had waded through drunken crowds in cramped bars, had enjoyed some nice piano music at a more upscale establishment, you had even witnessed a very flexible dancer shimmy up a pole and then drop back down it hanging on with only one leg. Still, Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

At one of the places, you thought you’d found him sitting on a stool at a bar with his back turned to you. You tapped his shoulder and instead found a drunken man in his 50s. The stench of bottom-shelf whiskey wafted off of him. He teetered in his seat on the verge of toppling over. He’d leaned towards you, either because he thought your touch had been a sign of womanly desire or gravity had finally caught up to his unbalanced state. Either way, you leaped back, smacking into a waitress carrying a tray of beer. The tray went flying. The beer went on you.

So, you were in a particularly foul mood as you walked into the last bar on your quest to find the most annoying actor on the planet. You were soaked in cheap booze and out forty bucks you had used to comp the spilt drinks. It took one sweep of the bar’s interior to spot the man you had been trying to find for the past five hours.

He was standing under dim lights in the back, surrounded by a boisterous group of men. The bastard was playing pool. By the carefree look on Sebastian’s face and the way he was joking around with his new buddies, his evening had been a lot less shitty than yours. You centered yourself, trying your best to reign in the anger thrumming through your entire being, and strode towards the man who made your job, no, your life, a constant stress-inducing nightmare.

Sebastian stood at the far end of the pool table, lining up his cue stick to sink the last solid ball on the pool table. His relaxed demeanor was all confidence, but the slight furrow of his brow gave away how deeply he was focusing. You shoved your way through the loud men gathered around the table. When you finally reached Sebastian, you stopped at his side, glaring at him with murderous intent. You expected him to notice the waves of thinly veiled rage radiating from your presence right away. But instead of turning around to beg for forgiveness, he just kept staring at the ball in front of him, oblivious to your fuming state. At this point, you had had enough of this bullshit and just wanted to get back to the god-damn hotel.

“Hey, asshole!” You shouted so that your voice was heard over the roaring group of men. Unfortunately, since you were right next to his ear, you startled him. Sebastian jumped. The hand that was gripping his cue stick flew forward, sending the cue ball directly into a side pocket. Members of Sebastian’s team went into an uproar, furious about the scratch.

Sebastian whipped around, surprise and anger etched into his features, “Y/N?! What the hell? What are you doing here?”

You were about to retort when a large hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around to face a man who looked like a frat bro mixed with a pickup truck. He fumed, “You just fucking cost us the game! I’m out two hundred bucks now, you fat bitch!”

Normally, you were able to keep your cool whenever insults were thrown at you. Years of similar-looking asshats calling you all types of degrading names had given you pretty thick skin. However, there was something about this particular meathead that broke through it. The awful night you were having probably had something to do with it too. You stood on your tip-toes, getting up in his face, “What did you just call me? If I were you, I’d turn the fuck around, prick.”

He lowered his head, closing the distance between the two of you even more. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of cigarettes and dollar store cologne, “And why’s that, little piggy?”

You saw red. You swung your fist back, about to go for a gut punch when a large body pushed between you and the truck man. Sebastian looked like he wanted to hit the other guy too, but instead, he wrapped a hand around your arm and held you at a distance.

In a flash, Sebastian’s cool demeanor returned, “I’m sorry about my… sister, Tod, she’s just in a bad mood right now, ya ‘know?” He gave the man a tight smile as if letting him in on a little joke.

You stepped forward to protest, “I am not his sis–” His grip on your upper arm squeezed tighter. “Ow!” you squeaked, but he just kept looking forward, not even glancing back at you.

Tod, formerly known as Pissface, seemed to accept Sebastian’s explanation. Apparently, though, he still felt the need to give his two cents on why you were in such a “bad mood” as Sebastian had put it, “Yeah. She’s probably on the rag, man.”

You rolled your eyes, of course. Of course, a grade-A troll like him would say that. Of fucking course.

Pissface–Tod–continued to run his mouth, “I thought she was some stalker man, you guys don’t even look related.”

Sebastian laughed humorlessly, “She takes after our mom.”

“Huh. Either way, you should put a muzzle on that thing,” Tod nodded towards you. You flipped him the bird and he sneered back at you. “Ugly fat chicks like you always have the bitchiest personalities,” he turned his head back to Sebastian, “Good luck getting any tonight if that’s your wingman.” With those departing words, the deadshit man walked off. Sebastian made no move to rebuke the insult. Instead, he pulled you towards the exit, only pausing to shove a wad of cash at a waitress to cover whatever expenses he’d racked up.

Sebastian burst through the exit door, your arm still clutched in his vice-like grip. He dragged you down the street before finally letting you go.

You rubbed the spot on your arm he had held and swiveled to glare at the bar that was now almost out of sight. “God, what a douchebag. I’m glad he lost all that money,” you turned your gaze back to where Sebastian stood, illuminated by a lamppost, “why were you even on a team with a dick like him? I’m sure his friends weren’t any better. What’s wrong with y-”

“Y/N, Shut up!” Sebastian yelled, his usually relaxed tone gone. You took a step back in surprise. His eyes stared daggers at you and there was a brooding aura around him all of a sudden. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his body was stiff as if holding back rage. For the first time since you had started working for him, Sebastian Stan was legitimately pissed off. He tended to be the one who rolled with the punches, who wasn’t bothered by anything. But now, he looked furious. And for whatever reason, his newfound anger was targeted at you.

You were immediately on the defensive, “What’s your problem? Why are you angry with me? Pissface back there was the one being an ass,” you took a few steps closer to him to prove that you weren’t intimidated by his menacing presence, “And I’m the one who has the right to be angry at you!”

He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward, as if talking to a petulant child, “And why is that?”

You let out a frustrated noise. “What do you mean, ‘why’? You snuck off again! Sebastian, you are so selfish, you know that!? I’ve been searching all over, by myself, trying to find you for the past–” you checked the time-“five and a half hours!”

Your words made Sebastian pause, “You’ve been what?” he didn’t let you answer, “Why the hell have you been out here alone at night? And trying to start a fight with some wannabe pool hustler? You’re lucky I saved you from getting your ass handed to you back there.”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself just fine. I’m not some fragile doll, look at me,” you gestured to yourself, “I’m a big girl, I can fight my own battles.”

“You’re telling me you could have taken on that prick back there? What about all of his buddies, huh? You don’t think before you act, Y/N.” He said your name like an irritated parent reprimanding their child. “Why’re you so fuckin’ reckless!?” Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends, “Y/N, you’re my handler, not my bodyguard. And even if you were, I still wouldn’t want you wandering around a strange new city at night by yourself.”

“Sebastian, that’s exactly what you did,” you deadpan.

“That’s obviously different, Y/N,” he said flippantly, brushing aside your very valid point, “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you. You’re a woman, that makes you vulnerable. The world is full of dangerous people, Y/N. Especially men, who would do god knows what to you if given the opportunity. That’s true in any situation, but when you do this?!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated, “You’re just asking for some random bastard to take advantage of you.”

He was missing the point, “Like I said before; you don’t have any reason to be so worked up. If I was smaller I’d understand your concern, but since I look the way I do, I don’t have to worry about being ‘taken advantage of’ as you put so lightly.”

“What does your size have to do with anything, Y/N?”

You shook your head, he just didn’t get it. “My whole life I’ve been pretty much ignored by the entirety of the male species, and when they do notice me it’s to reaffirm how repulsive they find me. All because of my size,” your words tasted like bile, painful but true, “That fact doesn’t change when I’m out on my own or when it’s after sundown.” Why was he making you explain this? How could he not see what was so obvious to everyone else?

Sebastian’s voice was somber now, “That kind of thinking is going to get you hurt, Y/N. Or worse, killed.”

Deep down you knew some of what Sebastian said was true but there was no way you were bowing down to his claims, “How would you even know? You have no idea what it’s like to be me. You never will.” His blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something you despised: pity.

Finished with the conversation, you decided to stop sugarcoating your words, “Sebastian, get it through your thick skull, no man is going to violate me! I’m too big, too fat, too disgusting! I’m just not worth it!" You were out of breath with your words, and your eyes brimmed with spite-filled tears. Sebastian stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted in disbelief at your outburst. You quickly turned away from him, trying to discreetly rub the tears from your eyes.

“We are done talking about this. As your handler, I am the one responsible for keeping you out of harm's way and fixing any screwups you cause. I will not apologize for doing my job by coming down here to find you. I am the one who lays down the law, not you.” You took out your phone. “Now, I’m calling us a ride and we’re going back to the hotel. That’s an order.”

Quick steps sounded behind you and when you turned back around Sebastian was right in front of you, “What are you do–”

He snatched your phone away.

“Hey–”

Sebastian grabbed your now phoneless hand and tugged you towards a nearby ally. He kept hold of your wrist as you stumbled after him, confused. What was happening? Had he seen some paparazzi and was trying to hide? If so, he didn’t have to be so rough.

Once you were off the sidewalk and out of sight he pulled up short. You ran into him, unprepared for his sudden halt. Right as you were trying to pull free, he dropped your wrist. You stumbled forward and caught yourself on the brick wall in front of you.

Before you could right yourself, Sebastian was there, pressing his muscled body flush against your backside. What was happening? Startled, you tried to push yourself off the wall to get away from him. His hands shot forward and yanked your flailing fists behind your back. His right hand locked them in place with its strong grip. His left arm wrapped around your soft middle, fingers skimming your waist. It all happened so fast. You froze-too overwhelmed by Sebastian caging you against himself. His heated presence overpowered your senses. You couldn’t utter a single sound.

Sebastian was now devoid of the anger that had been coursing through his veins just a moment ago. His face nuzzled into your neck and shivers shot down your spine at the feel of his rough stubble scraping your skin. He breathed you in and let out a guttural sound. “You smell like beer,” he chuckled. The low rumble of his dark laughter slid over you like a velvety blanket. It caressed every nook and cranny of your body. He flicked his tongue against the base of your neck, sending tingles along your arms, “Taste like it too.”

“Seb-”

You tried to protest but his tongue returned to your skin and you were once again rendered speechless. He licked a languid stripe from the base of your neck up to the notch of your jaw, nipping at the sensitive flesh. You yelped. His rough lips curved into a devious smile as he continued his assault on your exposed throat. Sebastian must have felt your heartbeat increase under his touch because he nipped at your pulse point. He dug his teeth in deeper this time, almost breaking skin. Your cry of pain morphed into a groan of pleasure when he sucked at the spot and then smoothed his tongue over it.

While his mouth continued to explore your throat, his left hand began its own expedition. It trailed up your stomach and landed on your right breast. When he squeezed and felt your hard nipple straining against the confines of your clothes, he let out a low growl. You gasped when he balled up the front of your blouse in his fist. He wouldn’t dare. He pulled down, tearing the still damp fabric apart. Before you had the chance to rebuke him for having the audacity to rip one of your favorite shirts, his hand once again cupped your breast, this time slipping underneath your bra. His thick fingers rolled over your sensitive nipple and the sound you made was something so obscene you couldn’t believe that you had just produced it. He rubbed your already swollen nub raw. His fingers pinched and plucked and squeezed until you were a writhing mess in his arms, trying to escape the overstimulation.

“Shh, shh, shh,” his lurid voice whispered in your ear, “it’s okay, Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re doing just fine, sweetheart. God, you feel like perfection.” Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations and slid his hand up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, just wrapped his fingers around your throat. He felt the thrum of your heartbeat against his thumb. Sebastian inhaled deeply, basking in your scent, “I knew you would be perfection,”

He caressed the underside of your jaw with his calloused thumb and smiled when you shuddered at his touch. You were at his mercy, he was the one in charge now. It was he who made the rules and kept you in place, “You may think no man is ever looking at you, but trust me, I haven’t been able to look away since the day we met.” His tone was deceptively calm, but his heavy panting proved that he was just as worked up as you were.

“You’re my every desire,” he growled, “do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this exact thing? About pinning you down and touching every inch of you? Touching, caressing, squeezing your body until you’re a moaning mess. Unable to utter a single, infuriating word.” As he spoke he released his hold on your wrists, instead moving to the button of your jeans. He paused, his fingers skimmed over the clasp as if waiting to see what your next move would be. You couldn’t move, even if they were free now. You weren’t sure how he would react if you did, and you didn’t want to find out. This was not the Sebastian Stan you knew. This was something dark and unpredictable, something primal. A small part of your brain claimed that the real reason you didn’t fight was that you wanted him. That you wanted Sebastian to fuck you until you forgot your own name. “Good girl,” he remarked when you stayed still. You involuntarily preened at his praise, arching your back and grinding your ass against his crotch. He was hard, and from the feel of him, he was large.

Sebastian hissed, sucking in a groan at the feeling of your ass against his throbbing erection, “You are infuriating, dragă,” he knew you despised his Romanian nickname for you. You had always assumed he used it to taunt you. You were nobody’s “darling.” Maybe he had been sincere this whole time. “You drive me crazy with every order, every scowl, every negative comment you throw at yourself.” He slipped his hand under your waistband, roaming down towards your sex. His fingers danced just above your heated center. “I think I’ve finally found a way to shut you up,” He cupped your mound, his chest rumbled when he felt the evidence of just how aroused you were.

“S-Sebastian, please–” you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or for him to actually do something. Sebastian decided it was the latter and plunged a thick finger into your dripping pussy.

He drew in a quick breath, “Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me-” he added another finger, working to get you ready-“but we won’t know until we try.” He continued to press and stretch your walls. When he added a third finger you lost it, giving up on holding back any sounds. The brief moments his palm brushed over your clit you mewled, desperate for more pressure on the pulsating bud.

His hand that was still fisted around your neck squeezed before dropping down. He pushed down your pants even more so that they laid at your knees He pulled your thick thighs further apart, widening your stance for easier access to your drenched hole. When his fingers began an assault on your bundle of nerves you threw your head back, and obscene sounds flew from your lips. The fingers inside of you pressed against your G-spot and you started to tremble from the overstimulation.

Sebastian ran his chin along your jaw. The knowledge that he was making you come undone with only his hands was driving him crazy. He ground his clothed erection against your ass, smiling when you gasped at the feel of him. Focus back on you, he flattened his thumb on your clit, massaging it with precise motions. He was greedy for your release.

It was all too much: Sebastian’s fingers pumping in and out of you, the exquisite pressure he was forcing upon your clit, the feel of his heavy breaths against your ear. You convulsed in his arms, your back arching up as molten lava flowed through your veins.

You were still recovering from the high his fingers had just pulled from you, but Sebastian didn’t care. There was no way he was waiting another second to fuck you. He spun you around to face him. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands moved to his pants. He pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, precum was already leaking from the tip. He stroked it from base to tip while his eyes devoured your disheveled state. Your breasts bounced with your every gasping breath. Your peaked nipples were still raw from his earlier torment. It looked like you might crumble that very second, too wrecked to stand up straight. You could barely hold your own weight, he had turned your bones into jelly. Sebastian smirked when he noticed the numerous marks he had left all over your neck and shoulders. His gaze wandered back to your face and his cock twitched when he saw the arousal clear in your eyes. Your irises were just thin halos of color shadowed by your blown-out pupils. It was a good thing he had already gotten you off because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep from blowing his load once inside your velvety walls.

“Look at me, dragă.”

You refused, even though he had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life. There was something about this new position. You felt more vulnerable and didn’t want him to see that reflected in your expression. Instead, you turned your face away from his. That was a mistake.

Sebastian growled. He snatched your neck in his grip again, jerking your head forward to face him dead on. “What did I fucking say?”

Your hazy focus zeroed in on him, hyperaware of the beating of your heart against his heavy palm. His fingers squeezed tighter and you rasped out, “To look at you.”

His grip compressed even more, “Say my name. I want to make sure you know who’s in control now.”

It was a desperate fight for air to get the words out, “Y-you are-” He squeezed tighter- “Sebastian!” You managed to squeak out, seeing spots. His grip loosened enough for you to heave in a gasp of air, your body tingling from the return of oxygen to your veins. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, though, his intense blue eyes seemed to see into your soul, “You’re in control, Sebastian.”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N,” his low murmur was laced with warning, “You’re gonna take every inch I give you; gonna be a good girl for me,” his lips widened into an ominous grin, “I’m not going to hold back.”

You gasped as he nudged your aching folds with the tip of his cock, running it up and down your pussy lips. He thrust into you without further warning. His lips met yours in a deep kiss at the same time. It was an overload of sensations, his tongue caressed the crease of your mouth, demanding entrance, while his hips pounded into you relentlessly. You arched into him, mewling at his unforgiving pace. Your hands flew up to his toned shoulders, gripping them so hard that Sebastian could feel the bite of your fingernails beneath his shirt. Finally prying your lips apart with his tongue, he crashed his lips onto yours, locking your tongues in a heated dance that took your breath away and left you wanting more. More of his mouth, more of his touch, more of him.

Sebastian seemed to read your thoughts. He rutted into you with even more force. Your pussy walls ached at the stinging stretch of his thick cock. The hand that wasn’t around your neck grabbed your thigh. As he lifted it to wrap around his waist your pant leg slipped down to pool at your feet. His fingers dug into your thigh as he held your leg up. The new angle allowed him to slide against your upper wall with each thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the spot that sent shivers down your spine. He released his hold on your throat and brought it down to your center. When he massaged your clit with his dexterous fingers, you saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” you heaved, trying to get air in your lungs, “Sebastian! Oh my god, Sebastian-” All you could do was string together a jumble of incoherent words and moans and cries of pleasure-filled pain.

“Are you close, baby?” his raspy voice teased. He removed his hand from your core, resting it just above where you needed him. You whined at the loss and tried to grind up to reach fingers. He clucked his tongue disapprovingly, “Awww, poor thing. Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?”

You nodded, desperate for release.

“Use your words, dragă,” he tapped his fingers lightly, still too far away for the motion to give you any relief.

“Y-Yes, I want to cum,” you hoped that would be enough for him to take pity on your unruly state.

It wasn’t. “Then beg for it. You already got to cum once, why should a disobedient, aggravating slut like you get to cum again?” The angle of his thrusts changed, he was chasing his own release now. If you didn’t convince him, he wasn’t going to let you cum. You didn’t have the energy in you anymore to be defiant for the sake of your dignity. Screw dignity. All you knew was that you needed him to fuck you until you came undone on his fat cock.

“Please, please let me cum on your dick. It’s all I want. I need it,” His hips angled up to brush against your G-spot again, but he still didn’t touch your clit, “Please, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me, Sebastian, I need to cum. Make me cum on your thick cock. Please, Sebastian, please.”

Sebastian tensed when you used his name, his hooded gaze darkened with a hungry desire at the sound of it coming from your lips. Satisfied, he brought his fingers back to your throbbing bud, “That’s my good girl.” You shrieked in delight. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” He pressed harder against your clit, repeatedly rolling over the spot that made you squeal in ecstasy.

He groaned at your sounds, “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, sweetheart.” His hips pumped up into yours, driving you both further to the edge. Sebastian’s grunts and moans filled the space, “Cum for me, Y/N.” Sebastian ordered as he took you, “Wanna feel your perfect cunt milk my cock dry,” his words sent you hurtling over the edge, and with one more snap of his hips, you were gone. Your insides spasmed and your entire body convulsed from the waves of pure bliss washing over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his defined shoulders. Sebastian kept moving his fingers against your clit, making your pussy clamp around his massive cock even tighter.

Sebastian buried himself to the hilt and his load exploded inside of you. “Holy fuck!” He roared as thick ropes of cum coated your quivering walls. His body shuddered at the impact of his release. He felt lightheaded. He dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your waist to ground himself. Your soft whimpers were like music to his ears. He pulled you to him, cementing his cock inside of your still trembling walls. He shifted his hold so that one arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His other hand came up to gently cradle the side of your face. You were too spent to try and object to his hold. It was like your bodies melded into one; his hard, sculpted edges melted into your soft, rounded curves. Sebastian drank in the feeling of you. He was never going to let you go. His fingers lifted your chin so that your eyes met his and he planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “Looks like you’re not as repellent as you thought, dragă.”

(P.S. I really like this handler!reader concept so I might make some more that are also stand-alone's.)

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 2 years

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In Denial

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warning: FLUFF, flustered!seb, suggestive comments

Summary: Your boyfriend sends you a picture, and you still can’t believe he’s yours.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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You were having a normal day. Waking up late, and chilling because you had nothing else to do. You were lounging on the couch, in one of Seb’s t-shirts and your jogging bottoms, scrolling through TikTok.

Then you got the text.

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You’re still staring at it as more texts come in from Sebastian. He knows you’ve seen it, but you haven’t replied. It’s been over 5 minutes. You knew the text was meant to be innocent, but you know Sebastian. And nothing is innocent with him. It was a selfie of him, in his white suit, the shirt opened at the collar, showcasing the necklace you got for him on his birthday. He was clean shaven, a little bit of his plump lip sneaking into the photo.

Fucking hell, he looked good.

Your... admiring... was disrupted when your screen switched to ‘incoming call from Sebby <3′

You picked up immediately.

“How the fuck?!” You didn’t give Sebastian a chance to speak before you jumped in.

“Baby, what?!”

“How the fuck do you look so good?”

All you could hear was Sebastian’s laugh at the other end, as the screen switched again, this time to a video call.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, handsome. C’mon, show me the rest of the outfit... pleeassee?”

Sebastian stretched out his hand, more of his body coming into frame as your jaw dropped yet again.

“I think I’m dreaming.” you whispered.

You saw Seb shake his head and laugh, running a hand through his growing hair.

“I’m serious, there is no fucking way that you are mine. How?”

“Because you are absolutely perfect. And if I’m being honest, I think I’m the lucky one.”

“Oh, hush. We both know I’m the lucky one. Babe, look in the mirror. How are you my boyfriend? How?!”

You were almost shouting at this point as Sebastian was on the verge of tears in hysterics.

“You’re crazy. And in denial about something that has been going on for 2 years, babe, which makes no sense.” Seb murmured.

“I’m just happy I get to take that off you tonight.”

You watched as your boyfriend’s cheek turned pink, wrinkles forming around his eyes as he scrunched them closed.

“Yep. That you are. But just remember, baby, no matter how surreal it is to you, you know that it’s you I’m coming back to at the end of the day. You.”

“Oh, stop, or I’m going to cry. Now go! Before your manager kills me. Or you.”

“I love you, draga.”

“I love you too, Sebby.”

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i dont really like the ending but oh well.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 20 | Spooky celebration

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Word count | 2.2K

Summary | You moved to the U.S. not too long ago, and this year will be your first Halloween celebration there. When your friend Sebastian finds out you’ve never celebrated it, he's taking out all the stops to make your first Halloween a spooky celebration to never forget.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, Reader is Dutch but lives in the U.S., friends to lovers, mutual pining, use of pet names (Pumpkin, Trouble), flirting, very light angst, implied smut.

Prompt(s) | 20. Pumpkin | @flufftober

A/n | As someone who has never celebrated Halloween before (Hi, welcome to my side of the world 🇳🇱), I couldn't resist writing a Halloween story with some of the most cliché things because this would be my absolute dream. This is written for day 20 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge, and I hope you will all enjoy this as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

Ever since you told Sebastian you've never celebrated Halloween before, he's insisted on celebrating together and giving you an unforgettable first Halloween in the U.S.

That's exactly how you found yourself at his house this morning, decked out in an all-black outfit, combined with your Halloween sweatshirt that had Sebastian laughing loudly when he opened the door for you.

''Mornin' Pumpkin,'' he says as he pulls you in for a hug, and you can't help but fist your hands into the back of his Halloween hoodie.

''Good morning, Trouble,'' you say when he finally lets you go, though you wish you could have stayed in his arms for just a little longer.

''Ready to have the best Halloween celebration of your life?!'' he asks, and you're immediately excited. Sebastian's enthusiasm is slowly catching on to you, and you couldn't be happier to be here with him, having the best of times together.

You did feel a little bad when he told you he blew off plans with his other friends to be with you today, but what you don't know is that he'd much rather be here with you, the girl he has had a massive crush on ever since somebody introduced you to him a few months ago.

''So, will you tell me what we will do today? Aside from trick-or-treating, of course,'' you say, because that's the only thing Sebastian has confirmed. You both picked out a costume for tonight, but the rest of the day would be a surprise.

He looks at you for a second and contemplates telling you, but instead, he grabs your hand and leads you to the kitchen for your first activity of the day. ''Why don't you come along and find out?''

As soon as his fingers intertwine with yours, your heart skips a beat or two, and Sebastian feels a slight shock of electricity shooting through him at the feeling that makes him smirk in a way you can't help but love.

When the two of you walk into the kitchen, you can see a lot of different ingredients to make Halloween treats. He has also chosen some fun recipes to make together, which are nicely displayed on the counter.

''So, we could start by making some of our treats that we could munch on throughout the day. I picked many recipes from cookies to cake pops and some hearty options if that's more your thing,'' he says as your eyes glide over the ingredients.

''Oh, you bought peanut butter cups!'' you say enthusiastically and grab one to eat right away; these are some of your favorite candies you have discovered ever since moving to the U.S.

Sebastian already misses your touch as soon as you let go of his hand, but the way his heart flutters at the sight of you being happy with something as simple as some chocolate.

''What shall we make first?'' you ask with your mouth still half full, and the laugh that escapes Sebastian's chest sets your insides on fire. You secretly wish you could hear him laugh like that daily, but for now, you're soaking up every minute of attention he's willing to give you.

You look through the recipes until you suddenly feel Sebastian stand behind you, and your breath hitches slightly when he places his hands on your upper arms. You squeeze your eyes shut while trying to keep your composure, though it's not as easy.

''You can pick whatever you want to make, Pumpkin; it's your first Halloween after all,'' he whispers in your ear, and his warm breath against your ear makes goosebumps erupt all over your neck.

''H-how about some spooky cookies?'' you say, your voice slightly shaky from the closeness of Sebastian, though you're trying to convince it doesn't mean anything. You're just friends, nothing more.

''Sounds perfect,'' he says before walking to the counter and getting all the necessary ingredients; he'd already laid out everything, so it was done within no time.

The two of you have spent a significant amount of time in the kitchen by the time it's 3 PM, but you two have made a whole load of delicious treats, from cookies to cupcakes and from cake pops to Jello shots.

''Right, everything is clean, so what is our next activity?'' you ask, and you pop one more peanut butter cup into your mouth as you look at Sebastian, giving him a shy smile as you catch him staring at you.

''W-what?'' he says, his cheeks turning bright red as he knows you've caught him admiring your soft features.

''You're living up to your nickname, aren't you, Trouble? I asked what our next activity is,'' you say with a chuckle, and suddenly, it's like a light turns on in Sebastian's head.

''Oh, right! Pumpkin carving!'' he exclaims happily before running outside and getting the two pumpkins he picked out by hand, perfect for your first time carving a pumpkin.

He plops them down on the kitchen counter before running to his pantry, where he's getting two pumpkin carving kits—a green one for himself and a pink one for you.

''Here's your very own kit with everything you could ever need to carve your pumpkin,'' he says, and you happily take it from him before sitting on a stool by the counter, ready to carve.

When Sebastian takes his place next to you, you can't help but scoot your chair just a little closer, wanting to be as close to Sebastian as possible while still having room to carve. At that moment, a thought creeps into your head that you can't seem to let go of.

''Are you sure you'd rather be here with me than celebrate Halloween with your other friends? I know you said you're okay with just me, but-'' Sebastian doesn't let you finish your thought.

''Pumpkin, please listen to me when I say this, okay? There is not a single place in this world where I'd rather be than right here by your side. I'm honored to share your first Halloween with you, and I'm not letting anything get in the way,'' he says.

To emphasize his point, he grabs your face as he says that, and his hands feel warm on your skin, instantly making you melt into his touch. He brings your face to him before kissing your forehead softly.

Your eyes flutter shut as his lips press on your skin, and you can't help but smile widely. It feels like you've never done anything else, and it melts every last fear and anxiety away.

The rest of the afternoon is spent carving your pumpkins. Where you went for a standard jack-o-lantern design, Sebastian gave it a funny face, and you have rarely laughed so hard as you did when he finally showed you his result.

By the time dinner time rolls around, you're getting pretty hungry despite having snacked on some of the treats you made earlier.

''Shall we order some take-out and watch a scary movie?'' Sebastian offers, and you'd love to do just that.

''How about pizza? I wouldn't mind sharing one if you're up for it,'' you offer, and Sebastian agrees immediately. The pizza is ordered within less than ten minutes, and now it's time to get settled onto the couch together.

''I have taken the liberty to choose a movie for today, but I'm sure you'll love it,'' Sebastian says as he plops down on the couch, followed by you on his side.

As Sebastian places his arm on the couch's backrest, you take your place and snuggle into his side, a blanket spread over both your laps and your head resting against his shoulder.

''Are you comfortable, Pumpkin?'' he asks, and with a soft sigh and a barely audible 'yes,' he wraps his left arm around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing circles on your upper arm.

Neither of you had planned this, but as soon as you find your place, you're very comfortable, and Sebastian isn't complaining either. Well, except that he might be enjoying it too much. Thank God for thick blankets, he thinks to himself.

He turns on the first Saw movie, and it doesn't take long for you to bury your head in his chest, only looking out of the corner of your eye. You've never enjoyed these movies, though you're happy to have Sebastian as your protector now.

When the suspense gets thicker, the doorbell suddenly rings, and you jump up, shrieking loudly as you get scared by the sound, and Sebastian can't help but laugh uncontrollably.

''Asshole!'' you whisper shout as he quickly gets up and goes to pay the delivery guy for the pizza. You've already got two plates and drinks for dinner by the time he's back, though he doesn't seem even remotely sorry for his action earlier.

''You know you love me, Pumpkin,'' he says, but you can't help but get flustered as he tells you those words. You quickly turn your gaze away before sitting down, getting a slice of pizza, and getting ready to finish the movie.

When the pizza is gone, the movie is also finished, and you have found your earlier spot by Sebastian again, though this time your legs are lying over his, and you are very comfortable.

''We should get changed for trick-or-treating, Pumpkin. It's the most important part of the night!'' Sebastian says after the two of you just sat there in silence and cuddled for a little while, enjoying each other's company.

It takes a little while for the two of you to be changed and ready to go out together. You've decided to dress up as Hermione Granger from Harry Potter, and Sebastian has opted to go as Professor Severus Snape.

''You look outstanding!'' you tell Sebastian as he walks down the stairs after getting entirely dressed in the other outfit, so when you're ready, you two get out the door and on your way for your first-ever trick-or-treat experience.

It definitely did not disappoint, but by the time you're back, you are practically shivering from the cold, so as soon as you're back inside, Sebastian grabs you in his arms and cuddles you tightly until you're all warmed up.

''Let's change into something more comfortable, and I'll make a campfire outside. We can bring our treats and something warm to drink to warm up a little,'' he offers, and you happily agree.

''Trouble? Could I borrow some of your sweatpants? I didn't bring any since I didn't think I'd need them,'' you say, and before you know it, you're sitting outside with Sebastian, being warmed by the fire. He turned on some soft background music, and the evening could not end in a better way. Or so you think.

''Pumpkin?'' Sebastian suddenly asks, and you look up at him with curiosity in your eyes.

''Would you have this dance with me? I've always dreamt of dancing by the fire, and there's not a single person I'd rather dance with than you,'' he says, a red color creeping onto his cheeks.

''I'd be honored to,'' you say, and you get up, grabbing Sebastian's stretched-out hand, and he pulls you close. Your breath hitches slightly as your front is pressed against his, but you can't get enough of him. It will never be close enough.

The two of you sway back and forth; your head is resting against his chest, and you can hear him letting out a content sigh right now. The two of you stay like this until you feel Sebastian's hand move up.

His hand slides over your back and shoulder, softly caressing the skin on your neck before cupping your cheek and tilting your head backward slightly.

Your heart starts hammering in your chest as you see the look in his eyes, and his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back up to yours.

''Can I kiss you?'' he asked, barely audible, but it was just enough for you to hear, and after a slight nod, you closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips press against his slowly, tenderly, and it feels nothing short of perfect.

He tilts his head to the right before asking for access by swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, and almost as if you're on autopilot, your lips part so your tongues can dance together in a passionate kiss.

A soft moan leaves your lips when his teeth nibble ever so slightly on your bottom lip, and you're already missing him when he pulls away.

''I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that,'' he says, and the smile you flash him tells him all he needs to know. He placed his mouth on yours again before leaning down and grabbing the backs of your thighs to lift you.

When he pulls back, he looks at you with a question in his eyes, and you assure him you want this, too. The rest of the night, you spend every last second exploring each other's bodies and making love until the sun returns.

You would be now if you weren't already in love with this man. Your first Halloween ever has also turned into your favorite one, and it's all thanks to Sebastian.

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buckyarchives · 1 year

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we’re not really strangers [masterlist]

summary: you got cheated out of your life now you can’t trust. Sebastian doesn’t know how to love full-heartedly. he’s in a movie you didn’t write, but you did, but you won’t admit it - or do you? loneliness consumed Sebastian, as do you but you are two people in two different worlds; yet this tug is so intense it will eat you both raw.

miniseries warnings: past abusive relationships, body dysmorphia, drug abuse, mentions of past suicide, hints and mentions of depression. (i’m projecting, okay?)

[1.] time devour of all things

[2.] far from the eyes, far from the mind.

more coming soon.

#sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan x fluff #sebastian stan rpf #seb stan #sebastian stan #rpf #actor rpf #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #marvel #fresh #fanfic

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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tickled pink ♡

Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader (RPF)

summary: lettin' seb hit in the pink fit (shhh I'm bad at summaries)

warnings: use of pet names (baby, baby girl), p in v sex, blow job, creampie, clit slapping, choking/breath play, toe sucking (cause I'm nasty don't come for me)

words: 1.3k

a/n: thanks to @fineanddandy for converting me to the dark side this is all your fault 🥴 inspired by my love/hate relationship with his all pink met gala look. still want him to ruin me, but i'm gonna complain about it the whole time. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't 😌 my first time writing rpf idk if I'm gonna do this again lol but it was fun! reblogs and comments are always greatly appreciated!

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Sebastian's throat rumbles with a groan under your tongue as you tease him and run your hand over the front of his shirt.

"I hate it."

"No you don't, baby."

You grip his short hair and press soft kisses to his pulse point.

"It's awful."

"You love me in pink. Reminds me of that little pink pussy."

"Shut the fuck up," you scoff, he just laughs.

"You watch too much porn."

"Why would I use my hands when I can wrap you around this dick whenever I want." Sebastian grinds you over his lap, moving you just like he would if he was deep in his favorite spot.

You throw your head back and laugh, "Pfft, yeah ok." Your skin shines in the late afternoon light streaming through the windows. The gold flaked body butter you rubbed all over before he got back to the hotel glimmers as you move over him. Sebastian runs his mouth and nose across your exposed chest; he can't get enough.

"Look so fuckin pretty for me baby. How'd I get so lucky?"

"Mmm, I'm sure you saw lots of pretty women tonight." You're baiting him and he knows it.

He leans back to smirk at you.

"But not as pretty as you, right? That's what you wanna hear, right, baby?"

"It's the truth," you shrug.

He smiles at you, biting his bottom lip as he runs his hands over the straps of the little number you put on just for him.Your nipples pebble against the sheer pink lace cups under his stare.

"You just gonna look or are you gonna touch me, daddy?"

He groans and reaches for you, pulls you down to his mouth by the back of your head and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

His hand moves lower so his fingers can feel you over the damp material covering your folds.

"Can't get this outfit dirty."

"I want to fucking ruin it."

"You will if you keep rubbing on me like this, baby. But, fuck, you feel so good, so wet for me. Take my pants off, I wanna feel that pussy."

You kiss him again before you climb off his lap. Kneeling before him. Throwing those damn pants across the room.

"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me."

They're pink. His boxers are pink.

"I hate you."

"I know, baby."

You rip them off too and watch his leaking dick spring up and hit his abs with a wet slap. Grip his dick and take it into your mouth. His head falls back with a groan when your warm wet mouth takes him down slow all the way to the base.

"Fuck, baby, you take me so well.:

He barely fits but fuck if you're not gonna make it work. The slurping sounds of your mouth on him makes his legs shake. Barely holding it together as you work him with your hands, stroking what you can't reach with your mouth and pulling at his full sac.

"Stop, baby, fuck I need to be inside you."

He doesn't waste time with your panties, just pulls them to the side and slides you down inch by inch.

"God damn, daddy, you feel so good." He slams the last few inches in and you shout his name.

"That's it, baby, take all of it. So good." He grinds into you. "Show me how much you want it, baby." You grip his shoulders, nails digging into gaudy pink as you bounce on his dick. Your head lolls, eyes lidded. You can feel every veiny inch of him splitting you open, pushing so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Your ass slaps against his thighs as you take him faster. Wet squelch of your pussy driving him crazy. He finds your sopping wet clit and strums his fingers over it.

"Fucking soak me, baby. Cum on this dick. It's yours baby, take it." Your legs shake when you scream and do exactly what he asked.

"God so fucking tight. Little pussy squeezing me so fucking tight baby." Your head drops to his shoulder as he grinds your hips for you, moves your limp body over his dick.

"I need to fill you up, baby, need you leaking my spunk in those panties." His whispers by your ear make you shudder and clench around him. You swear you could come again from just his words. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, daddy. Need it, need t'feel you."

"That's it, baby girl."

Before you know it he's picking you up and putting you under him on the bed. One leg thrown up over his shoulder, you only see now in a haze as he settles back into your warm cunt that your pink toes match his shirt.

"What's so funny, baby?" You didn't even realize you were laughing. He slaps your soaked clit and asks you again.

"My toes, the color," you gasp.

"These?" He raises an eyebrow and runs a hand up, up, up your leg in teasingly soft strokes. You nod your head and whine at his touch. Sebastian takes one toe in his mouth and you groan. He pulls his hips back, coming almost all the way out before slamming back in, pushing you up the silk sheets. Your hands find your breasts which shake as pounds you slow, rolling your fingers over your nipples. He doesn't break eye contact. Watching you writhe, eyes hooded as you whine.

"Daddy, please."

"Please what, baby?"

"I need it," you gasp. "Harder, daddy, please."

"So whiny, baby. Hold on."

You move your hands to his thick biceps when he drops his weight down on top of you. He's got your leg up on his shoulder stretching you out to fill you deeper. His eyes lock onto yours and he pounds into your relentlessly. Air shoots from your lungs as he pounds away at your slicked up pussy. His strong arms bracket your head.

"So fucking sexy, baby. Gonna fill you up till this little pussy can't hold any more."

One of his hands slides across your chest and sits where it's supposed to, right around your throat. He growls when your eyes flutter shut, forming a wide "o". You're lost in the feel of his fat cock nudging that one spot that makes you see stars, screaming his name over and over.

"Cum for me baby, give me one more. Want you to milk my cock. Come on." His hand leaves your throat to shove two of his thick fingers down your throat. Your pussy spazzes when you gag and let go for him; soak him and the fancy hotel sheets with more than just your sweat. He shouts your name when he empties his load into you, coating your walls with his spunk until it leaks out around his dick.

"Fuck." His weight drops on you with a groan. That stupid pink shirt is probably ruined by now but it's not like you give a fuck.

"Do you have to go to the after party?"

"You know I do." You can see how beat he is and you'd tell him to stay if you could, if he didn't have other promises he needed to keep.

"Did you see the other fit?" Your head turns toward the garment bag hanging by the closet. "The all black? Looked much nicer than this mess."

"Oh yeah?," he chuckles into your neck. His breath tickles but you're not ready for him to move yet.

"Yeah. Except for those glasses. Who are you, Tony Stark?"

He cackles and sits up between your thighs, pulling his softening dick out slowly and watching his mark on you spill.

"You better watch that mouth of yours, girlie." His fingers stuff the cum that's slipped out back into your stretched out hole. He watches you squirm from the gentle touches to your puffy pussy.

"Or what?"

He loves and hates when you get that look in your eyes. The one that means he's not getting out of this bed any time soon.

He growls and cradles your head in his large hands before kissing you slow. He pulls back and whispers, "Or I'll find something else to do with that pretty little mouth."

#sebastian stan rpf #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x plus size!reader #sebastian stan x black!reader #my fics

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bubblessunshinehoney · 2 years

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day 27- Hickey and biting with Sebastian Stan

772 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: Just a dreamed i had once, so perfect for today's kinktober. Hope you enjoy! hehe

Cloudy

Don't be shy to reblog, comment or like!

TW: biting, hickey, blowjob (brief one), p in v (wrap it before you tap it), other than that we can say its a fluffy smutty fic.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

It’s not always easy to hide, when you’re in love. You met on the set of Monday, you the makeup artist and him the main characters. You had to hold yourself back the first time you saw him naked. This man was gorgeous from head to toe.

Now a year after the movie, you keep your relationship secret, because you ask him too. You didn’t feel ready to be on the spotlight.

“Fuck, can’t believe you”, Sebastian pants, kissing your neck and holding you. You are laxed against him, letting him do what he wants of your body, lingering hickeys all over your chest and in the crook of your neck, marking you as taken for every eye that will see it. “Really, sunshine, the fuck you do to me”, he growls, rutting his close cock in the swell of your ass.

You’ve been teasing him all day. You were his makeup artist on this press tour, and it’s easy to say that it was hard on him to not be able to take you in his arms and to kiss you. It was hard on you too, but you could hide it better than him.

“Seb, please”, you murmur when he bites your shoulder, you push your ass against his crotch. “Come on, fuck me.” He chuckles and push your skirt up, massaging your ass and you turn. “Wanna see your face, feels like I don’t see you…” you pout, the one that make him weak in the knees.

“Oh, angel, you’re gonna be the end of me”, he groans. You start to kiss him, bite him and leave a big hickey on his left pec, above his heart. Sebastian moans and pulls out his cock, the tip slapping your tummy. He smirks, loving your size differences. “My little pretty girl”, you bite his right nipple, making him hiss in both pleasure and pain. You admire the mark you left on your way. The new purple red, the dark blue ones... gosh it’s beautiful.

Sebastian does the same, he looks at your chest, all the mark he left along the week, the biggest is on your left nipple, where he sucked for his dear life last night, while you were bouncing on him. The memory makes him throb against your belly and you moan. You get on your knees, leaving more hickey and you suck on his inner thigh, his cock resting on your face, precum on your skin. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”, moans softly your lover. You leave a big hickey there. He smirks at you and holds the back of your head guiding you to the other inner thigh. “Come one, want it to be even.” You happily comply and give him another hickey. You start to stroke him, loving to hear him gasp every time your cold fingers wrap around him. “Love, please…” you look at him, brow arch. “No hickey on my cock, but please, can I have your mouth?” You nod and take him all in, swallowing around him. He moans louder and bucks his hips. “Fuck, okay, need to be inside you”, you giggle around him, and he hiss. “now”, he commands, and you get up, stroking his body while doing so.

He kisses you hard, holding your face in his big hands, pushing you to the bed and laying you with gentleness, but not so much when he penetrates you, bottoming out in one long thrust. You moan into the kiss, holding his sides and biting his lip, making him groan loudly. “Fuck, sebby”, you pant…. “fuck you feel amazing baby.” He smiles and kisses you again, biting your lip and tugging on it, you arch your back and moans. “Yes, sing for me.” He starts to thrust slowly but deeply, making you see starts. You hide your face in his neck, nipping at the skin, biting the flesh and he does the same. You cum first, holding him tightly against you and he follows you in the middle of your high intensifying your orgasm.

You pant into each other mouth, looking deeply into the other eyes, bright smile on your face. “I love you”, Sebastian says, with a bright smile.“I love you too”, you pant, clenching around him. He strokes your face and starts kisses every new hickey and bite he left on your skin. You hum happily, loving when he showers you in kisses. You take a deep breath. “I’m ready. I want the world to know, I’m yours.”He’s quick to be face to face with you. “And I can’t wait to tell the world, I’m yours.”

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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On One Condition

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

A/N: This is a boss x secretary AU

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, sneaking around, breaking and entering, getting caught, yelling, a slight instance of being scared of being hit (he doesn't tho), rough kissing, rough sex, fingering, squirting, oral (both male and female receiving), rimming (male receiving), face fucking, deep throating, throat fucking, cum eating, choking, nipple play, strip tease, light dom/sub, name-calling, light degradation, begging, praise kink, teasing, biting, leaving marks, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5,460

Beta: T. Thompson

Written For: One of my co-workers, Mike. :)

"Hey, Y/N, look at this."

You'd been working on your boss's weekly finance report for the past hour, and it was beginning to make your eyes cross.

Sebastian, your very attractive boss.

He was infuriatingly gorgeous, but he was also arrogant, and that was a turn-off. He was a perfectionist and wasn't afraid to tell you if you messed something up.

That's what you were doing right now, fixing a formula in an excel spreadsheet that you'd apparently done wrong. The only reason you continued to put up with being Sebastian’s assistant was because of Tiffany.

Tiffany worked alongside you as the head of the data analysis team and had become your best friend. She didn't work directly for Sebastian, but she did have a front-row seat to all the shit he put you through.

She'd always been good at cheering you up by occasionally distracting you, and you were hoping whatever was on her computer screen was just that. A distraction.

"What's up, babe?"

You stood, your flowy black knee-high skirt flaring out slightly as you walked across the room to her desk. At first, it didn't look like anything, just a black and white surveillance video of the building's parking garage.

"What exactly am I supposed to be seeing here, Tiff?"

She pulled your wrist making you squat down, "shh! Don't let Seb hear you! Keep watching, it's just a few more seconds in."

You gave her an odd look but kept watching nonetheless. Sure enough, roughly ten seconds later, you saw Sebastian walking to his car. He had a file tucked under his arm with classified, written in big, bold red letters. He kept looking from side to side, watching for other people as he quickly got into his sleek, black impala and drove away.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Tiffany," you harshly whispered. "What is that?! How did you even get access to the security camera feed?!"

She peeked over the top of her desk, a look of alarm on her face as she turned quickly back to you.

"Fuck! Here, take this stack of papers and say you were helping me with it! He's coming!"

You snatched the papers and slowly stood up giving Tiffany a friendly smile.

"So, anyway, that's how you do a pivot table. I'll take a look at these lists and let you know what I think, okay? Oh! Hello, Sebastian! I just finished fixing the formula on your report. I'll get it sent over to you in the next couple of minutes."

Sebastian put his hands on his hips and raised one of those perfect eyebrows of his.

"Y/N, I certainly hope you're not lying to me. You know how I feel about dishonesty. It makes me…angry."

You smiled sweetly at him, holding the stack of papers to your chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

You walked past him, your heels clacking against the tile as you made your way back to your desk.

A couple of hours passed before you'd completed everything on the task list Sebastian had emailed you that morning. It was nearly six o'clock when you finally logged your time and shut down your computer.

You were the only one left in the office, so you made sure to turn the lights out and lock up. You'd barely gotten to the elevators when your phone began to vibrate in your purse.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hey, have you left work yet?"

You stopped and leaned against the wall of the lobby. "No, I'm still here, Tiff."

She sighed and lowered her voice. "Oh, great! Okay, so here's what you're gonna do. Go in the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a bobby pin. Then-"

You cut her off, "Babe, what are you talking about? Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret this?"

She shuffled the phone around and you heard a door shut in the background.

"You won't regret it because you won't get caught! Now, focus. Bobby pin is in my top desk drawer. From there, you're gonna pick the lock on Sebastian’s office. Once you're in you'll have free reign to look for any clues about that file!"

You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, alright fine. I'm only looking around for five minutes though. I'm too nervous to look any longer. I'll call you back in ten minutes. If I don't, then you know I'm either dead or caught."

The two of you hung up as you made your way back into the office. As quiet as it was, the atmosphere still felt different, like you were already trespassing and you hadn't even gone into his office yet.

You quickly found the bobby pin and slowly made your way to the closed wooden door taking a deep breath. The fact that you were doing this was crazy. This was the first illegal thing you'd ever done, and it was honestly terrifying.

With a shaky hand, you wedged the hairpin in the keyhole and moved it around. For a while, nothing happened, and it seemed like this was all a lost cause.

Just when you were about to give up the lock clicked and the door opened slightly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in as you slowly pushed the door open. His office was dark, his desk and wall locker casting an ominous shadow over the room.

You took a deep breath and walked across the carpet to sit in his leather chair. It was soft, the stitching surely leaving little indents on the backs of your legs.

The top drawer was empty except for a few pens and a little jar of paper clips. The middle one had coffee k-cups and an assortment of condiment packets, nothing at all interesting. When you tried the bottom drawer it didn't want to open right away, but once it did, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

At least one hundred folders all marked classified were stacked in two neat piles. You racked your brain to try and think of what could possibly be in them. Coming up with nothing, you picked up the top folder and carefully opened it.

There, sorted neatly into paperclipped stacks were photos of women in different sexual poses. Leather, black laced lingerie, and even some fully nude shots.

You had so many questions. Did he know these women? Did he take the photos? Did he sleep with them? You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't hear the elevators ding. The moment his deep voice filled the expanse of the office you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The folder fell from your hands and you felt your blood run cold.

"I-I was… I-I um…"

He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes, and you were sure this was how you were going to die. He was going to kill you right here behind his desk. Sebastian grabbed your jaw between the fingers of his right hand, pushing your body against the back wall forcefully.

"I gave you a job and this is how you thank me?!"

He spoke low, his words spewing from his mouth like venom.

"You break into my office and go through my things?! I knew…I fucking KNEW you weren't helping Tiffany with a damn pivot table."

Hot tears were falling freely down your cheeks, pooling where his fingers tightly held your skin.

"S-Sebastian…y-you're hurting m-me. Please… 'm s-sorry."

He let your chin go, but his arms bracketed you in, his face inches from yours. "You're sorry?! Y/N, the only reason you're sorry is that I fuckin' caught you in the act. So, what was it, hm? What possessed you to go through my desk?"

Your whole body shook with fear, your breathing becoming erratic, and when he raised his voice again you cowered as far into the wall as you could.

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!"

"I-I-I…Tiff and I… she… we saw a security video. I-It was of y-you holding a folder a-and we wanted t-to know why it was classified."

His blue eyes were perilous and dark.

"Didn't your Mommy ever tell you not to touch what isn't yours?"

His left hand cupped your cheek, and you cursed yourself for feeling both fear and arousal course through you.

"What," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your lips, "should we do now, Y/N? How should we fix this? 'Cause, you're only leavin' this room on one condition. I get to reprimand you."

His mouth was so close to yours now that you could almost taste his spearmint gum.

"S-Sir I-"

His fingers slid through your hair grabbing it tightly as he smashed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He wasn't gentle by any means. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, claiming you, taking what he wanted from you like you were his toy. And at that moment you were.

The way he was dominating you ignited a flame that ceased to exist before this moment. His hands slid under your blouse, touching you everywhere they could, and when he roughly squeezed one of your bra-covered nipples you couldn't stop the sinful moan he pulled from your throat.

"Listen to you…so fuckin' needy. Bet you wish you could be those girls, posing all pretty for me while I take pictures of you."

His teeth nipped at your earlobe making you shudder.

"Got such a perfect figure, sugar. You'd look so pretty in lace, spread all wide and tied up. Been drivin' me fuckin' crazy wearin' these skirts and form-fitting tops. It almost seems like you're doin' it on purpose. I've seen the way you look at me."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a question.

"Tell me, Y/N…does the thought of me bending you over my desk get you wet?"

You nodded and bit your lip, his eyes immediately honing in on the action.

"Careful, doll," he used his thumb to free it, "you keep that up and I won't be able to control myself."

The lust in his eyes sent another spark of want straight to your core.

"Please…"

Honestly, you weren't even sure what you were asking for, but you knew you needed more. You needed him to touch you.

"I don't think you're in the position to be makin' requests, sweetheart."

He let the pads of his fingers slide up your inner thigh, barely touching your skin. "I think," he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "a nosey little girl like you needs to be punished."

He slid his index finger in the side hem of your panties, not quite touching you, but enough to feel that they were soaked through.

"Feels like you want that too. Is that true, Y/N? You want me to devour this sweet, delicate body of yours and make you mine?"

"Yes."

That one word was all he needed to hear. His mouth was on you again, kissing, biting, and licking anywhere he could, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The thin fabric of your blouse shredded easily beneath his large hands, the pieces falling next to your feet.

"Mmm, these perfect tits, your curves, that perky little ass. God, Y/N, you're a work of fuckin' art."

Sebastian backed away and walked to sit on the couch against the opposite wall.

"C'mere."

You slowly moved in front of him, covering your body from how exposed you felt.

"Nuh-uh, don't do that. Lemme see you." He reached out and pulled your arms down to your sides. "Absolutely stunning."

He was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes taking in your half-naked form before he gave his next instruction.

"Take the rest of those clothes off nice and slow for me, baby."

Without taking your eyes off his, you hooked your fingers in the top hem of your skirt and slowly slid it down your legs. Once it pooled at your feet you kicked it to the side and slid the straps of your lacy black bra off each shoulder. Leaning forward, you showed him your cleavage while you reached to undo the buckle on your left stiletto.

"Oh, baby," he cooed, "leave those on for me. The stockings can stay too. Fuck, you look so fuckin' divine, doll. Just wanna get my mouth on that sweet pussy."

You bit your lip again and whimpered when he let out a low growl.

"Thought I told you to quit doin' that." He stood and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you easily. "You need to learn to follow orders, Y/N."

He shoved everything off his desk and set you down on the cool wood.

"Spin around and lean back against me, baby. Let me give you a lesson on how to follow directions."

You obeyed him immediately and rested back against his toned chest, the muscles shifting beneath his button-up shirt.

"Sebastian, I… I haven't um…"

He smoothed his hands down your arms and peppered kisses along the pulse point of your neck. "You haven't what, honey? You're not about to tell me you're a virgin are you?"

You shook your head no and licked your lips. "N-No, but I… it's been a while and um… well, a guy has never given me a…you know…"

Sebastian stilled, his fingers turning your face toward his.

"Princess, are you telling me you've never gotten off by someone other than yourself?"

Your eyes looked down at the floor as you nodded.

"They've never been able to," you whispered. "I…there must be something wrong with me."

He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Listen to me, Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you. You've just never been with a real man. Let me show you what it feels like to have someone make you come apart over and over again."

He nipped at your bottom lip. "First, I'm gonna put two of my thick fingers in that pretty pussy." Another love bite, this time on your jaw. "Then, once you come, I'll make you do it again on my tongue." His teeth scraped against the sensitive spot right below your ear making you whine desperately. "Finally, I'll make you scream my name as I fuck you full of my cum."

"Oh, god, Sebastian! Please…make me feel good…"

"Shh, I've got you, baby."

His hands moved from your arms to the top of your bra, "see, what those other men don't know is that women need intimacy. They need," he pulled the thin lace material down and began rolling your nipples between his fingers, "to be touched and caressed. They need more than just a quick fuck to feel good."

Your chest heaved, your hand absentmindedly making its way to grab your hair from the jolts of pleasure he was giving you.

"Fuck…"

Sebastian carefully turned your body and laid you down, his left hand gliding down to your panties. "How attached are you to these?"

You shook your head, "at this point, I don't care about anything other than you… just… please do something."

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Oh, doll, that's sweet of you... Already tellin' me I'm all that you care about, and I've barely even touched you. Kinda makes me think there's a deeper meaning to those words."

He wasn't looking for a response, nor did he give you a chance to come up with one because in the next second he tore your panties from your body. Sebastian smoothed his fingers just above your clit, moving back and forth, making you whine in frustration.

"Goddammit, Seb, I swear if you don't touch m-"

His other hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back so you could see his face. "Watch it, Y/N. If you keep bein' a brat I'm gonna have to treat you like one."

The hand around your throat migrated to your right nipple while the middle and ring fingers on his left moved up and down your soaked folds.

"Oh, fuck! S-Sebastian, oh, god yeah, like that, just like that. Please don't stop."

He circled your clit, applying delicious pressure fueling your inferno of arousal like it was a wildfire.

"So fuckin' wet, Y/N. You want me to make you come? Ready to come undone just from my fingers, honey?"

All you could do was nod, and finally, finally, he pushed them inside of you. You cried out, your hips raising to meet the quick thrusts of his fingers.

"Oh, my god! Fuck!"

He spread the ones on his other hand and pressed you back down holding you in place. "Yeah, princess? That feel good?"

He leaned down and swirled his tongue over a nipple before taking it between his teeth.

"Shit! Sebastian I-... baby, please!"

He smirked and increased the pressure of the hand splayed on your lower abdomen. "Oh, doll, this isn't even the best part. If you think it feels good now, you're in for a real treat."

The moment he curled his fingers and rubbed them back and forth you arched your back and screamed. The added pressure he was applying with his other hand only intensified the feeling, your eyes rolling back on their own accord.

"Jesus baby girl, I can feel you clenching around me already. You look so fuckin' gorgeous like this, moanin' for me. Drives me wild knowin' I'm makin' you feel this way. You gonna come for me, sugar? C'mon, Y/N…be a good girl for me."

You couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. Your first promised orgasm tore through your body like a bolt of lightning as you soaked his hand, your inner thighs, and the desk with your cum.

Your whole body shook as you tried to catch your breath. Sebastian brought his hand to his mouth, closing his lips around his soaked fingers, licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste so fuckin' sweet, doll. I've never been able to make a girl do that on the first try."

You grabbed onto his shirt and roughly pulled him down for a passionate kiss. It was needy, hot, and wanting, as you licked into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Please… please make me do that again. Felt so good, so fucking good…"

Sebastian chuckled against your lips and helped you sit up. "Gladly, baby, but first I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

You immediately got off the desk and sank to your knees. He let you take control for the first few moments, watching as your shaky hands struggled with his belt. His fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him through your lashes.

"There's no need to hurry, sweetheart. I'm not goin' anywhere. Let me get these off, okay?"

You sat back on your heels as he stripped the rest of the way, your eyes marveling at how beautiful he was.

"Wow…"

You hadn't meant to say it out loud, his intense stare making you blush.

"See anything you like, honey?"

"Yes, god yes, please let me taste you."

He pulled you to your feet and pulled you flush against him, his hard cock pressing against your belly. "I want you to taste me too, baby. In more ways than one."

It took your brain a moment to comprehend what he was asking of you.

"Wait, what do you me-"

Oh. Oh.

It finally clicked and for the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. His eyes studied your reaction for a moment before looking down at his feet.

"S'okay if you don't want to…"

You stared at him, thinking about the mind-blowing bliss he'd just brought you. You thought about how he was going to be going down on you soon, how he promised to give you two more orgasms.

The thought of getting that intimate with a man hadn't even been a blip on your sexual radar until now. You could say no, but the thought of hearing his filthy moans made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Okay," you whispered softly, "I'll do it. I'll try. I've um…never done it before, but I… I'll do my best to make you feel good."

Sebastian moaned and kissed you deeply. "Don't worry, baby. I'll talk you through it. Also, I know you didn't ask, but I'm clean… ya know…back there."

He smiled sheepishly and moved to stand in front of his desk chair.

"C'mere, doll. Come sit behind me."

You did as you were told and reached out to run your small hands up the backs of his thighs.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can explore a little. I don't mind."

He bent over, his torso resting on the wood as he slightly spread his legs. "'M'ready, love. Just uh…run your tongue up and down slowly until you get used to it."

You gripped his ass and spread his cheeks apart, his breathing immediately becoming breathy. He was smooth, his cock hard and leaking as you gave his hole a tentative lick.

"Y-Y/N…"

The way he moaned your name caused a switch to flip inside you. You needed to hear him say it like that again.

You didn't hesitate, holding him in place with your hands as you flattened your tongue to lick all around his rim.

"Holy fuckin'...Oh, shit! Babydoll, oh fuck, right there! Right there, baby. Jesus fuckin' Christ don't stop, Y/N…"

He was a babbling mess, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen in your life. The power you held as you took this man apart just from your mouth was intoxicating.

"Fuck baby… oh, I could come just from this. You've got one hell of a mouth. God, I gotta have it. I gotta feel those pretty pink lips around my cock. C'mere."

He pushed himself up and turned around so his cock was inches from your face. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to stroke him at a slow, steady pace.

"Use me, Sebastian. I need to hear you make those sounds again. Please, baby, fuck my mouth."

His eyes darkened, his gaze turning possessive, and you gasped when he bunched your hair between his fingers and yanked your head back.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, "'s'that what you need? To be my filthy little plaything?"

You whimpered and opened your mouth.

"Mmm, such a little slut for it aren't ya? So hungry for my cock. Remember to breathe, doll."

He rocked his hips forward, pushing into your mouth slowly, and when he hit the back of your throat you dug your nails into his thighs.

"Shh, don't tense up, sugar. Relax…breathe through your nose. You can do it, Y/N. Fuck! That's it."

He slid past your gag reflex into your throat, your face buried in soft dark curls. His right hand lightly moved up and down the column of your neck feeling himself inside of you.

"God, you're perfect, baby. So fuckin' sexy with my cock down your throat. Just wan- oh, shit! Baby, fuck!"

You swallowed around him and brought your hand up to gently squeeze his balls. Sebastian pulled you off of him, the grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

"You tryin' to kill me, baby? Open that mouth again, naughty girl."

As soon as you did he wasted no time thrusting back in, setting a solid rhythm as obscene words spewed from his lips.

"Such a bratty little whore. So desperate and - oh, god - needy for me. Bet you've fucked yourself to the thought of me. Haven't ya you little cock-slut? Fuck, yeah baby, that's right. Take it. Take my fuckin' dick like you were made for it, Y/N."

The moment his thrusts became sloppy he pulled out of you allowing you to take your first real deep breath in a while.

"You look so pretty right now. Your swollen lips, face covered with spit and tears, fuck baby, wish you could see yourself.

He wiped the wetness with his thumbs and motioned to his couch.

"Go sit for me, Y/N. I think you deserve to cum again."

The moment you leaned back against the soft cushions he knelt in front of you. One of his large hands curled around the back of your calf as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up towards your pussy.

"Sebastian, please…'m'so wet. Need to feel you so badly…"

He took the skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, biting and sucking little love bites that only added to the anticipation.

"So impatient, baby. Can't you see I'm busy marking what belongs to me? That pretty face, your perfect tits, these toned legs, your tight little pussy, all of you is mine, Y/N."

Your heart thudded hard against your chest, "Yes. Yes, I'm yours …all yours. Please just…please!"

He took pity on you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, his lips closing around your clit.

"Ohholyfuckingsh- oh god, Sebastian!"

His strong arms held you in place as he devoured your pussy. His tongue was everywhere. Circling your bundle of nerves, gliding between your folds, and when he delved it inside of you it made your vision go white.

"Oh, shit! Shit! Fuck! S-Sebastian I… baby, I can't...oh my god!"

He pulled off of you, his lust-blown pupils staring into your own.

"You can, doll. Let yourself feel what I'm doin' to you. Focus on the pleasure and let go for me. Come all over my face, sweetheart."

Sebastian started his assault again, groaning when you grabbed his hair to pull him closer.

"Shit, ohmyfuckinggod! Right there…oh, baby right there! More! Oh, fuck I need more!"

He rolled your clit between his fingers while his tongue explored your hole expertly.

"Oh, god...you're gonna make me…oh, god I'm gonna...gonna cum! Sebastian! Sebast-FUCK!"

You shook violently, your release saturating the dark green cushion below you.

"God damn, baby…that was so fuckin' hot. Taste so good too. Just like candy."

He picked you up again, one hand holding you just above your ass while the other rested in the middle of your back. You laced your fingers behind his neck and kissed him slowly, taking the time to memorize the taste of him mixed with yours.

It wasn't about ravishing each other anymore, no, this was sensual. He held you tight, turning to lie down on the couch before pulling you on top of him. His calloused hands touched every inch of you he could reach and all you wanted to do was drown in him. You'd stay in this moment forever and let yourself be consumed by him if you could.

"Sebastian, baby, I…please, can I ride you?"

He moaned and licked his lips.

"Yeah, princess. You want me to prep you first?"

You shook your head and reached behind your body to grab his cock.

"No. No, I wanna remember this…wanna remember how it feels as you fill me up."

"Y/N," his hands held your hips, "don’t hurt yourself, honey. You act like I'm gonna disappear or somethin'."

Sebastian's left hand cupped your cheek. "This isn't a one-time thing, ya know. At least I don't want it to be. I meant what I said earlier. Those marks on your legs, doll? Yeah, I did that to claim you. I want you to be mine, sugar."

If you weren't so turned on his words would have made you cry. Taking a shaky breath you positioned him at your entrance. "I need this, Seb. Please…can I?"

He nodded and you let yourself begin to sink down onto him.

He was the biggest you'd ever had, there was no doubt about that. His cock was gorgeous, well, all of Sebastian was, but his cock was so long and thick. Your eyes squinted shut, beginning to water as he stretched you.

"Y/N, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself."

You planted your hands on his chest and took a shaky breath. "No, I just… I need you to touch me…" You took his wrist and brought his hand to your clit. "Please…"

He began drawing loose circles, taking his time to prolong your pleasure, and a few minutes later you'd taken him to the hilt.

"Fuck, babydoll…," he moaned. "You're so damn tight."

For a few moments, you stayed still, allowing your body to get used to him. Finally, you carefully began to move, both of your cries echoing throughout the room.

"God, sweetheart, I can't believe how beautiful you look right now. Bouncin' up and down on my cock, fuck you're a dream come true."

You leaned forward, the new angle making you throw your head back in ecstasy as he hit your spot every time.

"Oh, god… Sebastian! It's so good… feels so good! Fuck, baby… want you to make me cum. Want you to ruin me - f-fuck… oh, god… - and I-I wanna feel you cum."

His kiss was sloppy, his resolve fading fast from how good you felt.

"I'll give you what you want, princess. But first, I need you to give me one more. C'mon, sweet girl, I know you can do it. Wanna feel you squeeze me…"

He slapped your ass and you cried out, your third orgasm approaching fast. His fingertips dug into your skin as he fucked up into you fast and hard. You were sure everyone within a 5 block radius could hear you, but you couldn’t care less.

"Fuckin' do it, baby. That's right, yeah…there you go. Can feel you…this perfect fuckin' pussy gripping my cock. C'mon, Y/N, give me what I want. Be a good girl and make a mess. Make a fuckin' mess all over me, baby."

The moment his right hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed the dam inside you broke. Your third orgasm hit you like a freight train, and if he didn't have a hold of your body, you'd have collapsed. You couldn't move, hell, you couldn't even remember your own name.

"Absolute perfection, Y/N. You did so well for me. C'mon, baby. Lemme bend you over my desk and fuck you full of my cum."

Sebastian had to practically carry you, but soon he had you bent over and spread wide for him. He entered you swiftly, the sudden intrusion making you gasp and claw at the desktop.

"Oh, Seb… baby, it's too much. Fuck, please… please!"

His right hand held your ass, spreading you wider so he could watch.

"Christ, doll. You hear how fuckin' wet you are? Wish you could see what I'm seein'. My cock filling you up over and over. God, baby I'm close…gonna fill you up. Fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come! Shit, baby… AH FUCK!"

He draped himself over you, his body trembling as he came down from his high. Once he was able to catch his breath he slowly pulled out and carried you to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Y/N? You with me, sweetheart?"

He watched you nod and chuckled. "Gonna go get you some water, okay? I'll be right back."

A couple of minutes later he came back and knelt between your legs. "Here baby, drink this for me."

You took the cup and emptied it quickly, licking your now wet lips. "Thank you, Sebastian."

He smiled, "You don't have to thank me, honey. Oh, but you do have fifteen missed calls from Tiffany."

Your eyes shot open. "Shit! Fuck, she's probably worried sick! I told her I'd call her back in ten minutes and it's been… an hour and a half!"

He watched with amusement as you unlocked your phone and hit the call button next to her name, putting it on speaker.

It only rang twice, her worried voice filling his office.

"Oh, thank fuckin' god! I thought he murdered you, Y/N! I was just about to drive there an-"

You cut her off, "Babe, I'm fine. He um… we uhh… he's..."

Tiffany gasped. "Oh, my fucking god! He's there right now, isn't he?! You two fucked didn't you?"

Sebastian laughed and took the phone from your hand. "Yes, Tiffany, we did. Actually, we did a lot more than that. I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to talk about during your next girl's night."

She squealed, making you blush profusely. "I fucking knew it! Alright, you two. Listen up because I've got something to say to the both of you."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Sebastian as he mirrored your expression. "Oh, yeah? We're listening."

She giggled and gave a relieved sigh.

"It's about damn time!"

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