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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

Banners by @vase-of-lilies | Divider by @firefly-graphics | GIF credit to the owner

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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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."

#j snow writes #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebstan #real person fiction #rpf

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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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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Flufftober 13th: Secret Family Recipe

Summary: Christmas morning and you have a special surprise for your family.

Prompt by @flufftober Graphics by @firefly-graphics

Yes... I know it's Spooky season and I am here for it. But Christmas lives in my heart all year round and I couldn't help but right this one!

You sat on your couch, enjoying the view of your decorated Christmas tree, and sipping your tea as you waited for your family to wake up on this cold Christmas morning. Normally, your kids would be up first, running into your room and jumping on you and Seb, begging to open presents. However, this year, you had a surprise in store for your husband and therefore, had been up on and off all night, making sure it would be ready first thing in the morning.

After a few more minutes, you heard the pitter patter of little feet and the grunts of your husband and you could only assume he had been cannon-balled in bed. A smile crossed your face at the thought. You could hear muffled conversation passing between them all and then he called out for you.

“Down here!” You called up, knowing that your peaceful moment was about to end. A noisy bounding of feet down the stairs and you suddenly had three excited and talkative monsters crowding you out on the couch. You laughed as the volume got louder and louder, and you saw Seb come downstairs as he threw a warm looking sweatshirt over his tee.

“Okay, okay. Don’t kill your mom before we get to open presents. Mmm, it smells great down here.” He said smiling while walking over to the back of the couch and leaning down over you. You leaned your head back and he bent down to give you an upside down kiss. “Good morning, Dragostea Mea.” He said sleepily. “I missed you this morning.” You kissed him back again and got up off the couch, a struggle since your kids had dogpiled onto it.

“I’m sorry, but I had a Christmas present to take care of and it was time sensitive.” You excitedly skipped over to the kitchen and he looked at you with slight confusion in his eyes, even though he followed you over. Running his fingers through his hair and yawning, his eyes focused on what was sitting on the island. Warm, freshly baked bread that smelled like heaven.

“I-Is that Cozonac?” He asked excitedly. You nodded in response. Knowing that the chocolate, orange, and walnut bread was one of his favorites.

“You’re mom and I knew that you were sad that she couldn’t be here this morning and I didn’t want the kids to not have it for breakfast. She gave me the family recipe and walked me through it. I have been up a good chunk of the night to get it made. I could have started it yesterday, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”

The smile on his face grew wide. His mother usually joined them on Christmas Eve and would stay the night, bringing a loaf with her for the kids, and him, to eat in the morning. But their flights had been canceled because of a snowstorm and they wouldn’t be able to get in until tonight at the earliest. He understood that sometimes that happened, but he was sad that they weren’t going to be able to be there and that their traditional Christmas morning treat wouldn’t happen.

“Darling… I don’t even know what to say.” He said as he shook his head as he wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you, I love you.”

You smiled at him and kissed him softly. “I love you, too. Crăciun fericit, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, dragostea mea.”

Taglist:

@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #day 13 #rpf fic #sebastian stan #seb stan #dad!sebastian stan #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x wife!reader #husband!sebastian stan

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deanwinchesterswitch · 1 year

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April 2023 Fic Rec List

Well, it seems like April was the month for drabbles and ficlets. Not only for my writing but my reading as well. Half of these gems are delicious little nuggets.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

That Simple-Part 9 ~ @avanatural. Author's Series Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

~MCU~

Hello Spring Day 2 ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: After 3 years living in hiding, you came face to face with a ghost. That ghost is looking for answers.

One Night of Love ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Anytime ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Karl Urban x Reader)

Chace You Down ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance. (Chace Crawford x Reader)

First Steps ~ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Author's Summary: None (Chris Evans x Reader)

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

You Might Fall In Love ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: I didn’t even want to go to the party, but my agent insisted. What I didn’t know was that I was walking into fate and walking away with way more than industry connections… {Sebastian Stan x Me (You? It’s first person but still Y/N)}

~Supernatural~

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship ~ @there-must-be-a-lock. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Good Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: You share a shower room with the boys, so this was bound to happen at some point…

Love-Blind Haze ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Magdalena ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: The Mark of Cain has Dean doubting even his own thoughts, but there’s one place he can go for a moment of peace, one person who can take away the pain… even for one night.

Muffled ~ @hoboal87. Author's Summary: Dean wants you to be quiet. (Ficlet)

The Night Shift ~ @stusbunker. Author's Summary: Dean could use a distraction, luckily a few stores are still open. Benny helps him find more than he was looking for.

No Title ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, reader pronouns: she/her)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, Reader)

Part-time Soulmate ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Sweetart ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After being let in on their secret, Dean has a few more questions for Y/N and Sam, and a deep desire to give it a go himself…

That Look ~ @kazsrm67. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Under My Skin ~ @sofreddie. Author's Summary: Dean calls you for help on a case. But when things go sideways, true feelings surface.

wish you were here ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Falling & Failing ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x unnamed female)

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest of Our Lives ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. (Rooster x Fem!Reader)

About Last Night-Part 5-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Jake can’t comprehend why Ryleigh’s so willing to help him - frustrations and mistrust cause an eruption that may cost them their friendship. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) ‘Rodeo’)

Too Late-Part 6-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake regrets the things he did and didn’t do. Is he too late to make it right? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

Fairytale Ending-Part 7-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Ryleigh and Jake have an opportunity to make things right. Will it be a fairytale ending or not? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

On AO3

~Crossovers~

Who’s lost now?-Chapters 2 and 3 ~ @glygriffe. Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester is a little lost going back to school and starting a new life in the big city. The Doctor tries to heal thru humanity now that his best friends are not traveling with him anymore, and takes a job at a university. When they meet each other, it may be just two lost souls colliding. But maybe it is the start of a friendship they both need.

~Supernatural~

Honestly ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The standard Dean Winchester way of letting her down gently doesn’t quite go as he expects. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~The Boys~

Old Habits ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The morning after an intense night before has a promising start, but it goes south when he reacts like he always has. And you’re done with his shit. (Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader)

On Patreon

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Captives of the Court-Chapters Three-Eleven ~ Series Summary: Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?

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Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 14-16 ~ Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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The bet

A/N: Welp, I listened to something dirty and now this idea has been stuck in my head – soooooooo I thought “Better write that, or I’ll die”. So I wrote it. Whoops. As always, a GIANT kiss and so much love to my two ride or dies – the always amazing @staysluttymyfriends97 and my son by word @cooldreamlandsandwich for being the absolute best people I know and have ever had the pleasure of talking to. I love you guys so much.

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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader

Warnings: enemies to lovers, SMUT (minors DNI), degradation, dirty talk, Dom!Sebastian, age-gap, p in v, fingering, oral (male receiving), spanking, spitting, slight anal (just a finger), hair pulling, breath play, praise-kink,

Wordcount: 3.511

The bet

“Thanks for letting me stay for a while, Abs.” You threw your bag on the couch and sat down next to it, grunting a little. Abby handed you a beer and you gratefully gulped down half of it. “Don’t thank me just yet, Seb’s going to be back some time during the night.” You sighed and looked at her. “Fuck.” “Package-deal, babe.” She shrugged. “Besides, maybe you two can finally get along if you´re left alone.” “That or rip each other’s throats out.” You mumbled. You didn’t know why Sebastian hated you so much – it had been that way since you met Abby in your first year of college. You had done your best to be nice, kind and even indulge in his stupid conversations about his videogames or whatever, but he spat words at you like he was hurling acid across the room or just sneered at you. Abby had tried to convince you that her brother was just hard to get through to, but you didn’t have any hope that you’d ever get even a hello out of him. It had gotten worse since he began getting movie-gigs and apparently, an inflated sense of grandeur.

“Dude, he lives here. You gotta at least try.” “Tell him that.” Abby rolled her eyes at your childish pout and groaned as she stood up and fixed her makeup. “I’m juuuust saying, you should at least give it a shot. Or stay quiet for the time, you’re staying, your choice.” She winked at you. “I’m going out with Chris, are you sure you’ll be okay?” You nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll go back to the apartment in a few days, when I’m sure he’s cleaned his shit out.” She hugged you and kissed your hair. “Alright. Uh, there’s blankets in the cupboard and an extra pillow in Seb’s room, so… make yourself comfortable.” You nodded. “Tell Chris hi! Oh, and text me if you come back tonight or not, just so I’m sure you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere.” You said with a wave. “Will do.” The door closed behind her and you finished your beer.

Silence fell in the apartment, and you looked around, feeling a little out of place. It was better than your own place, where your idiot ex was currently packing his shit and hopefully left. You were close to exploding; you were pent up, horny, needy and the thought of Abby not coming back for a least a few hours, made your mind up for you. You rummaged through your bag and found a ratty, loose t-shirt and went to the bathroom, pulling your clothes off as you walked, quickly switching to the t-shirt and brushed your teeth before gathering your discarded clothes and dropped them in your bag.

You fixed the couch and laid down, sighing gently as you did – you rummaged through your bag and realized a second too late, that you didn’t pack your trusted, battery-powered friend. Fingers, then.

You lost yourself completely to the feeling of your fingers rubbing your clit, dipping inside of you and your free hand went to your chest, rolling your nipple between your fingers, moaning a little. Images of a hard cock sliding in and out of you filled your minds eye, and you didn’t hear the door open; but you definitely heard the loud, male voice that boomed through the room.

“What the fuck?!” You squeaked and your eyes flung open to Sebastian with eyes trained on your fingers and soaked pussy. “What the fuck are you doing??” You whimpered. “Uhm… Pretty obvious, isn’t it?” You said breathily. He rolled his eyes and shrugged his jacket off. “Yeah, I can see what you´re doing, what… I’ll rephrase for your tiny mind, why are you fucking yourself on my couch?” “Your sister is out.” You answered lamely, heat rushing to your face. You didn’t dare move your hand from your dripping folds – you didn’t want him to see any more than he already had. “I fucking know she’s out, why are you here? And why does that give you an excuse to fuck yourself on my couch?” He asked, eyebrow raised. “Does that matter?” “If you need to get off, go to your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, not my living room.” “We broke up.” He sighed and left the room, grabbed a beer and looked at you when he came back, his lips around the bottle head. You bit your lip. He might be an ass, but he was a pretty good looking one. “Of fucking course. That’s why you’re here?” You nodded. “Fucking hell, you literally have no one else to go to?” You rolled your eyes. “Nice, Sebastian.” “I’m not the one fucking myself on a stranger’s couch.” He said, leaning against the doorframe. “Why did you break up?” “That´s an invasion of privacy.” “Little girl, you’ve got fingers stuffed inside of you as we speak, I think we’re past that.” You were beat on that point. “Give me a beer, and I’ll tell you.” “Yeah, because you’re in a position to give commands.” He answered but turned nonetheless and threw a beer at you. You caught it narrowly and glared at him. “Turn around, asshole.” “I’ve seen a pussy before.” He retorted. “Fuck you.” “Sure, you would.”

You turned hallway away from him and pulled your fingers from yourself – you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as you did, and quickly put your blanket over you. “Now, why did you break up with dickbag McGee?” he asked gleefully. “I thought idiot one and two were made for each other.” “hecouldntmakemecum.” You said quickly, drawing a deep sip from your beer. “Try again, sweetheart.” “He… Couldn’t make me cum.” You said defiantly. He laughed loudly and crossed his arms as he moved to face you fully. You didn’t want him to stare, much less be here. It was fucking idiotic, and you knew you’d be hounded with this for the rest of your life. “Seriously? Ha! Can’t say I’ve ever had that problem, but sucks to be you.” “Oh, fuck you. They probably faked it.” You blurted before you could stop yourself. “Oh, what? You don’t believe me? I’m not resorting to screwing myself on someone’s couch, honey.” “Pfht.” “What, you know what? You need me to prove it to you?” “Fuck off, you asshole.” “Seriously. Let’s make a bet out of it.” He smirked deviously and you raised an eyebrow at him. “If I by some odd reason can’t make you cum, I’ll leave you alone forever. No more comments, no nothing.” You leaned back, your pussy already throbbing at the thought. You knew hate-fucking was better than no fucking, at least. “What if you win?” You asked. “I get to… Call on you whenever I need it.” He grinned. “Day, night, whatever you’re doing… Not that you’re normally doing much… And I get to fuck you or do whatever I want with you.” “Why the fuck would you want that? You hate me.” “As you hate me.” You bit your lip. You couldn’t deny the idea was enticing – he was, objectively hot, despite the lacking personality, and you were pretty desperate for someone to actually just do you. “What’s in it for me?” “Did I not just tell you? I’ll leave you alone or you get to cum. No matter what, you win.”

“Fucking fine.” You finally agreed, already feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought of him fucking you relentlessly. He smirked and put his beer down. “Stand up, Y/N.” “Why?” He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh my god, just fucking do it.” You stood up; the blanket still wrapped around your lower body. “No, that comes off.” He pointed to the blanket, and you rolled your eyes before letting it go. He hummed. “My bedroom, now.” “God, you’re so…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence, because his hand went straight to your ass, landing with a sharp slap. You yelped and stumbled a little. “Move.” You walked, your ass stinging as he stalked behind you. “Now…” As soon as you were inside of the room, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him, his lips on yours in an instant. It was messy and hard, his hand tangled in your hair, pulling it hard; you whimpered against his lips, and he took the moment for himself, letting his tongue slide against yours. It was heated and angry, his hand tangled in your hair, pulling it, while the other one was on your ass, grabbing it hard – you were pretty sure that you’d fall to your knees if he didn’t hold you to his body. He pulled away, panting. “Bend over my bed.” He rumbled and pushed you slightly. You followed suit, your mind clouded by his kiss – you discarded your shirt before you bend over his bed, feet firmly planted on the floor, your stomach against the soft covers.

He hummed appreciatively at the sight of you. “Fuck, the asshole is really missing out…” He let his hand slowly glide over your bare ass. “Hmm, I think your ass would look so much better with a handprint on it, don’t you?” you whimpered, and his hand fell on your ass hard, stinging and burning following, which in turn made your pussy spasm and you mewl. His fingers languidly slid against your wet folds, drawing a long line through your wetness. “Fucking hell, you look so fucking good right now.” He whispered. “Turn around, on your knees.” You did it happily, falling to your knees in front of him. “Take me in your mouth.” He was dominant, the tone of his voice left no room for arguing and you loved it; you never did expect to be in this position, but you didn’t complain. He was hot, no matter how angry he made you – besides, didn’t someone once say shit like hate and lust are on a fine line? You opened your mouth, tongue out and eyes on him as he slowly slid his cock inside of your waiting mouth, pushing until he reached the back of your throat and you gagged around him. He tangled a hand in your hair, holding you in place as he began moving, a smirk playing on his lips. “Shit… You’re taking me like a good, little slut, aren’t you?” he mumbled, his thumb stroking your cheek. You looked at him with wet eyes, enjoying this far too much. “You feel so fucking good…” He began moving faster, the sounds of you gagging around him and the wet sounds of spit spilling out around his thick cock filled the room. “Yeah, you expected this? Fucking yourself on my couch like a little fucking whore, and then you’d get fucked by me?” You hummed around him, wet and needy. “Oh, fuck… You wanted to get fucked by your best friend’s older brother, huh? Did you expect this, when you came over here? Getting mouth-fucked by me?” His voice and his words made you see fucking stars and despite your hatred for him, all you wanted was for him to be buried deep inside of you.

He grunted and pulled his cock out of your mouth and pulled you to your feet by your hair. He kissed you again, deeply and needy, before he turned you over and slowly bent you over the bed. “Spread your legs, babe.” You didn’t think you’d ever be able to tell him no. His fingers found your dripping hole instantly, sliding two inside of you deeply, and began fucking you with them. You moaned at the feeling. “Yeah, you like this? My fingers in your pussy? It feels better than that asshole, doesn’t it?” “Yes…” You moaned the response, forgetting – or maybe ignoring all together – the bet you had going on. You would cum, there was no stopping it. You were warm and aching, and the way his fingers worked inside of you, made your knees buckle. He chuckled darkly behind you. “Fuck, I can feel you pulling me in… You want to cum, do you, you fucking slut?” You nodded and whined, desperate for release. “You’re fucking desperate, huh, you slut? You wanted me to fuck you all along, is that it?” he almost spat the words at you, but it lit a different fire in you now; hate was long forgotten, and you just got hornier at his words now. “I’m gonna fuck you…” He pulled his fingers from you and lined up behind you his tip pressing against your dripping hole. A moment of silence followed, and his hands found your hips, gently rubbing circles with his thumbs. “You want this for sure?” He asked, concern and clarity in his voice. “What? You’re asking now?” “I just gotta make sure you’re okay with it.” “I… Yeah.” You whimpered as you felt the tip slide against your folds. “Fuck, yes, I want you!” He chuckled and pushed his hard, thick cock inside of you, stretching you with a slight burn; he was bigger than you’d had before, but it felt fucking amazing. “Fuck, you’ve got me so fucking hard, Y/N…” He mumbled, a hand landing hard on your ass again, and you yelped, jerking forwards at the feeling. He was huge. You were close to coming just by him being in you. “Such a good girl, taking all of me…” He mumbled and drew back a little, before snapping his hips and he began pounding you hard. “Yeah, you want me to fuck you like this? Like I fucking hate you, huh?” You moaned your yes, barely able to stand. “You want to cum already, you fucking princess? Used to getting what you want, aren’t you?” He stilled inside of you and grabbed your throat from behind, cutting your air off completely – you gasped a strangled gasp at the sensation, and he pulled you towards him, so you rested on your knees, your back against his chest and his cock dragging against your walls. “You want to cum, don’t you?” He whispered, biting the sensitive skin on your shoulder. “Yes! Pl-please, I want…” You whimpered as he picked up speed, filling you completely. You were overheating, your pussy aching with impending release and your nerves were on fire. You felt him bite down harder ‘. “You want to cum on your best friend’s brother, yeah? You want to cum on daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He whispered the words and you nearly blacked out. Fuck, that was hot. “Yes!” “Say it or I’ll stop fucking you, you fucking slut.” Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you saw stars, as he fucked you relentlessly. “Fuck, yeas, I want to cum on your cock, please…” “Good girl. Come on, then, princess.” You couldn’t have held back even if you tried. You came around his thick cock hard, your orgasm taking over your entire body and soul; you were burning, your pussy drawing him deeper and your breath was gone – you couldn’t see straight and a small part of you wondered, if you had been missing this for all these years, staying with your ex. He didn’t let up, but kept pounding you through your orgasm. “Yeah, you cum on daddy’s cock… Fuck, that feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered in your ear, his free hand rolling your hard nipples between his fingers.

He pushed you back on your stomach, his hand loose around your throat. He removed his hand while he gave long, lazy strokes with his cock, his hand trailing down your spine. “Fuck, I want to try something…” He mumbled. “Can you be a good little slut for me?” You nodded and whimpered, just desperate for more at this point. He spread your ass a little and spat at your puckered hole before spreading the spit lazily with his fingers. “You want me in here, too, baby?” He asked, pressing against your hole. “Yes, please…” “Ask me nicely.” You could hear the grin on him and you almost wanted to say something stupid back, but decided against it; you wanted him to fuck you in every way possible. “Please, daddy…” He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, clearly not expecting it, and he rammed his cock deeper inside of you, causing you to mewl and yelp, his finger sliding slowly inside of your ass. “Fuuuuck… I can fucking feel my cock with my finger.” He murmured and began fucking you with both his finger and his cock, going as deep and hard he could.

You were a mess under him, desperate for him to fill you and desperate to cum again; you were whining and moaning under him, slamming your body back against his as he fucked you deeply. “You want me to cum in you, fucking cum-slut?” He asked between hard breaths and moans. “Fuck me harder, please, please…” you moaned and slammed yourself back against him. He chuckled and picked up the pace, slamming deeply in you, his balls hitting your clit every time he buried himself deeply in you. “Fuck!” You screamed and collapsed on the bed as you came; the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, and you screamed your throat raw as he fucked you through it, wetness dripping down your legs. “Fuuuuuuck, I’m going to cum, you want me to fill you, huh?” “Yes, yes, yes…” You moaned in response, already feeling hotter by the thought of him filling you like that. “Oh, aren’t you a good girl, just taking me like this…” He fucked you deeply, his pace stuttering a little as he neared his own high. “You’ve always wanted to get fucked by me like this, haven’t you?” He mumbled, dragging long, deep scratches down your back. “Yes…” No use lying at this point. “You want to take all of me, baby?” His rhythm was all over the place, nearing his high – it was fucking hot, listening to him like this while he fucked you deeply. His finger was moving just as fast as his cock was, and you were tensing and tightening around him, which made him moan. “Fuck, I’m going to fill you up, you…” He groaned. “You’re never going to want someone else, hear me, you fucking whore?” “Yes, yes, yes….” “I want to cum in this pussy so fucking bad, make you mine, you want that, baby?” “Please! Please…” You were almost crying at this point, your body on fire. “Fucking good girl, baby, good girl.” He mumbled and then he threw caution to the wind, fucking you wildly and without rhythm as he chased his own high. You were coming around him, your pussy drawing him deeper as your wetness flushed down your legs as you screamed his name.

He roared as he came deeply in you, cock twitching as ropes of hot cum shot out and painted your walls; he pulled his finger from you and heaved for a breath as you both came down, his spend dripping out of you, around his cock; you were both gasping for air and coming down. He slowly pulled out and laid down on the bed with a happy, content sigh – you slowly, but surely got up on the bed and laid down as well, your chest heaving.

“You lost the bet.” He mumbled. You caught his eye and his stupid, cocked eyebrow. “Seems I did.” You answered with a barely concealed smile. He moved closer to you, his hand on your cheek and pulled your face to his, kissing you – it was soft this time, like he had been waiting to do it. “I guess I can call on you at any time, then.” “I suppose.” You answered. He seemed a lot more relaxed now, his eyes not nearly as hard as they normally were when looking at you.

“Well… Calling now.” He whispered, hoisting you to straddle him. His cock twitched against your pussy, and you grinned, kissing him deeply. “Well, I did lose a bet…”

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whiskeyncoke-redux · 2 years

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Shared

Sebastian Stan x Reader

*a/n: reposting some fics until I write more

Summary: Sebastian decides to share you with his friends Henry and Chris.

Warnings: Smut (MMMF) 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI

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“You sure she’s okay with this?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I’m only comfortable if she is,” Henry added.

Sebastian looked at the two men seated on two of the chairs in the large bedroom. “She’s fine,” he told them nonchalantly, and then seeing the looks on their faces he added, “She and I have discussed this over and over, she’s fine, more than fine, she’s excited. She practically jumped at the chance when I suggested to her.”

The other two men glanced at each other and, after a silent conversation, nodded. They weren’t going to turn back now, because they were excited too. Sebastian just smiled, knowing the agreement they had come to, they weren’t about to back out now. They wanted this too much. Seb had first noticed how the two men looked at you at his birthday party. You were wearing a dress that showed off your curves and were dancing on the floor with your friends having a good time, unaware of the eyes of the two men on you as you had fun. Sebastian, however, had noticed, and instead of getting jealous or possessive, he smirked with pride. He then made his way to you and danced with you, his hands all over your body, glancing covertly at the two men, knowing what they wanted.

It happened again and again. Every time you were around, they couldn’t help but leer at you. The last time, at a cookout you threw, their eyes were practically glued to your ass in the shorts you wore and your cleavage in your tank top. That’s when Sebastian got their attention and suggested this little get-together. They were shocked of course, but once he said he could get you to agree, they were all for it.

Just as he said, you jumped at the chance. You had noticed the way the two men looked at you. As a matter of fact, you wore some of the things you did, to entice them. You had expected Sebastian to be taken aback at your eagerness, but he just grinned. He was up for it, just as long as you remembered that you were his.

Sebastian went over to look out of the floor to ceiling windows. He loved this view, looking out over the city. You actually had picked this apartment for it. He smiled. Then, hearing the sound of you opening the bathroom door, he turned. You came out in a silk robe that covered the lingerie set you were wearing. You looked around spotting the two men that were sitting, you could hear their low intakes of breath when they saw you, and you smiled to yourself.

Sebastian, walked over to you from the window.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good,” and with that he grabbed you, pulled you flush against him, and kissed you deeply.

You felt his tongue probe your lips and you parted them to let it slide in. You felt one of his hands slide down your back, then grab onto your ass. Then you heard the sound of the two men behind you shifting. You had almost forgotten they were there. You didn’t have time to fully register them before Seb turned you around to face them.

His lips were on your neck as his hands traveled up and down your body. He reached around and undid the tie of your robe, opening it to the other two, then slowly slid it off your body. You saw Chris and Henry shift and adjust themselves, when they saw what was underneath your robe.

You became distracted by Seb’s hands again, as they cupped your breasts through your bra. You took in your breath in a hiss and you felt his lips smile against your skin. One of his hands moved down your body, and the fingers teased the hem of your panties before sliding in. He slipped one finger inside you, and groaned at how wet you already were.

He looked up and smirked. “Guys, I think she’s ready for you.”

He bent down to kiss you again, then moved his lips from your neck to your ear, nibbled on it, and then whispered, “You ready?”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out.

“Good, go to them.” And with a final kiss he stepped back.

You made your way to stand in front of the other two men. Chris made to reach for you to pull you down on top of him, but you stopped him, beckoning them to both stand up. They did. You looked between the two before turning to Henry and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you for a kiss. You parted his lips with your tongue, as his hands cupped your face.

You felt Chris move behind you, soon he had his hands on your body. As he let his hands roam up and down your waist, he began kissing your bare shoulder, up to your neck, stopping at the spot that made you shiver with pleasure. Henry let go of your face and took a step back from you, taking off his shirt. As he was doing this, Chris turned you around and planted his lips on yours. Whereas Henry’s kiss was softer, Chris’s was more urgent, biting your lower lip in need. You reached down and tugged at his shirt wanting him to take it off.

As he obliged, you turned back to Henry who was in the process of undoing his pants. You stopped him while keeping eye contact you kneeled in front of him. Your hands went to his belt, unfastening it, then his pants, pulling them and his underwear down at the same time. When his dick sprang free, you smiled, taking it in your hand, you pumped it a few times, running your thumb over the head, swiping at the precum that had leaked out.

Looking at him through your lashes, you saw his chest rising and falling rapidly. You winked at him, and darted your tongue out to lick at the head. He hissed out at breath. You then took him in, inch by inch, until you felt him hit the back of your throat. Bobbing your head on him, your hand stroking the base in time with the movement of your head. You heard him groan above you, and you began moving faster. While his hand rested on the back of your head, you placed your hands on his thighs, digging your nails in as you let him guide you head. You felt the saliva drip from your mouth as he fucked your face.

“Not-not yet,” you heard him murmur as he stopped.

You pulled back, licking your lips, as he walked backwards and sat down on the bed. You then turned your attention to Chris. He had completely stripped and you stared at him in all his naked glory. You beckoned him to come to you. He complied. When he was in front of you, he picked you up and carried you to the bed. Laying you down, he crawled on top of you, kissing you deeply. He left your lips, kissing down your neck, to the top of your breasts. You reached behind you and undid your bra, he slid the straps off your shoulders and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He wrapped his lips around one nipple, licking it then sucking on it until it was erect, then he did the same with the other. He traveled down your body kissing and licking.

The bed shifted as Henry moved to your side and leaned down to capture your lips with his. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair. Chris reached the top of your panties. Hooking his fingers in them he slid them off. Kissing up your legs to your thighs, you felt him stop. You arched your back wanting him. He slid one finger then another inside you.

“She’s so wet,” he said to Henry.

Henry reached down to slide a finger inside you along with Chris’s.

“She is,” he chuckled, taking it out and putting it to your lips. You licked your tongue out to taste yourself, sucking his whole finger into your mouth with a low moan. He smirked and went back to kissing you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting you on your tongue.

Chris took his fingers from inside you, spreading your legs he lowered his head and licked a stripe up your pussy lips before sliding his tongue inside you. You moaned into Henry’s mouth as Chris went to work on your pussy. He spread your legs wider as you pushed his head into you deeper. Henry reached down to rub circles on your clit. You gripped Chris’s hair as you felt Henry move his hand to let him wrap his lips around your clit and began sucking on it, sliding two fingers inside you and curling them until he rubbed them on that sweet spot.

Henry had moved from your lips and took over from where Chris had left your breasts. Liking and sucking on your nipples. After a while you felt that coil tighten in your abdomen, and you came for the first time that night.

As you caught your breath, you turned to look at Sebastian who smiled at you encouragingly. You then turned your attention back on the other two men. Henry had slid a condom on, and you climbed on top of him, you positioned his dick and your entrance and slid down on top of him. You began moving on top of him as he grabbed on to your hips moving you up and down. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself. You felt the bed shift again as Chris came up behind you, his hands reaching around to toy with your nipples, as his lips attached to your neck, sucking marks there. You could feel him hard against your back, so you reached around grabbing onto his dick and began stroking it.

“Wait,” you said, stopping both men.

You let Henry slide from inside you as you turned around, getting on all fours and wiggling your ass in front of his face. Both men laughed and Henry got on his knees behind you, sliding back inside you. You made Chris lay down and lowering, your head, you took his dick in your mouth. As Henry’s hips snapped into your backside, you bobbed your head on Chris’s dick. You felt Henry’s strokes coming faster and faster and you realized he was close to coming. You tightened your pussy around his dick, as he reached around you to play with your clit. You took your mouth from around Chris and you sat up on your knees as Henry moved inside you faster.

“Yes, fuck, yes, like that,” you moaned to him.

You felt yourself coming closer and closer to your second orgasm. You came with a shout, collapsing back on your hands. He came soon after you. Breathing hard he pulled out.

Once you came down, rolling over on your back, Chris came over to you bending down over you.

“You okay?”

You nodded.

“C’mere,” he said, lifting you up off the bed and carrying you over to one of the chairs he had occupied earlier.

You slid down on him easily, wet as you were from two previous orgasms. He gripped your hips and began moving you on top of him. You leaned forward kissing him deeply as his hands went from your hips to grab on your ass. He began bouncing you up and down faster, holding on to the back of the chair for leverage. You then lifted yourself off of him, and turning around you settled back on his dick. Gripping the arms of the chair you bounced up and down. His hands reaching around to grab on your breasts. You wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, bringing his head down to kiss you as his hands massaged your breasts. You felt the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot deep inside you and as sensitive you were, you knew you were close again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned as another orgasm crashed over you.

Feeling you tighten around him, Chris came right after you. You both sat there for a minute, before someone came to stand in front of you.

You looked up and saw Seb standing in front of you. He smiled down at you and reached his hand out. You took it and stood on shaking legs. He picked you up and carried you back to the bed.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “That was so hot watching you with them. I know you have another one in you, hmm? Just for me?”

“Always,” you told him with a smile.

He quickly did away with his clothes. He kissed you deeply, crawling on top of you. Raising himself up on his forearms, he slid inside you. You moaned. Three orgasms in one night wasn’t something you were a stranger to, but feeling Seb inside you after them was pure ecstasy. He took his time, stroking you slowly, making you feel every inch of him.

When you wrapped your legs around his waist he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I may have shared you with them, but you’re mine. All mine.”

He lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder as you felt him push in as far as he could go. You dug your nails into his back, as he moved faster. You held on as he began pounding into you. Whispering over and over that you were his.

“Yes! Yes! Seb, yes!” you moaned loudly.

“Fuck, so wet, so good,” he groaned. “Did having two men inside you get you this wet?”

“Yes, daddy, yes.”

You tightened your pussy around him making him groan again.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he said. “Is that what you want huh?”

“Yes.”

With that he began moving faster, chasing his orgasm. You felt his movements becoming more erratic and you reached down between your bodies to rub your oversensitive clit, wanting him to feel you cum around him. You felt yourself coming closer, and with a shout you came harder than you ever had, your eyes rolling in your head, your mouth opened in a wide O, your back arching off the bed. You grabbed onto him, hold on as you rode your final orgasm of the night out.

Feeling you flutter around him, he came too, spilling his seed deep inside you. Once he crawled off the bed he looked down at the comforter on the bed and laughed at the wet spot you had left there after he had finished with you. You think you passed out for a bit after that, because the next thing you knew he was shaking you awake.

“Mmm, what?” you said groggily.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Where are Henry and Chris?”

“Babe, they left like five minutes ago. I ran a bath. Up you get.”

He tugged at your arm and you slowly got up, but you almost fell back down, he caught you and lifted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style into the bathroom. He had lit candles around the tub and the bath was filled with warm water. He let you down, then holding you steady, he helped you to step into the tub.

As you sank down to your shoulders in the water, you reached for him.

“Just one moment, I need to change the sheets after you left that mess.”

He walked back out into the bedroom and you heard him pulling the sheets off the bed. Then he left the room, presumably to put the old sheets into the wash. You closed your eyes and began to doze as you heard him pull out new sheets and put them on the bed.

When he finished he came into the bathroom to check on you. You opened your eyes when he heard him chuckle.

“Well, you had fun,” he commented.

“I did. Join me,” you scooted up making room for him to sit behind you.

He climbed in, causing some of the water to splash onto the floor.

“We’ll get it later,” you told him, nestling back against him as he wrapped his arms around you.

He reached for a washcloth and some soap and began washing your body. Rubbing soft circles on your skin. You closed your eyes in pleasure at the feel on his hands. When he finished he helped you out and dried you off. You slid on a robe and went to go stand at the window, looking down at the lights of the city below.

“So,” he said, coming up behind you after a moment. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“It was,” you murmured. “You didn’t mind?”

“No, I love watching you in action like that.”

You laughed. “So I could tell.”

“Do you think you’d ever do that again?”

“Hmm maybe, as long as you’re cool with it.”

“As long as you remember that you’re mine.”

You laughed at him. You turned your head to him, and kissed him. “How could I ever forget?”

He lifted you up, not breaking the kiss, and carried you to the bed, laying you down softly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him closely. You rested your head on his chest, drawing circles on his skin with your fingers until you both fell into a deep sleep.

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 1 year

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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 · 7 months

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Ok. Hear me out on this one. How about a Sebastian stan fic where he is on set [Pam and Tommy] and reader comes in to pick him up after filming but they end up have car sex. Say they've been dating or engaged for a while?? Idk this idea just popped into my head last night 😆 lol.

Inked with desire

Pairing | Fiancé!Sebastian Stan x Fiancée!Female!Reader

Word count | ~ 800 words

Summary | You're picking up Sebastian from the set of Pam and Tommy to go to a dinner reservation, ready to celebrate your 7th anniversary together. Plans change, however, when he sees you, and he needs you right then and there.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, use of pet names (Babe, Daddy), age gap (Sebastian is in his early 40s, Reader is in her early 30s), smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), Daddy kink, light dirty talk).

A/N | Thank you for this request; it has actually left me speechless. This is honestly one of my favorite roles he's played, and I can never get enough of looking at him like this! I hope you enjoy the route I took with this 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Sebastian recently started filming for the series 'Pam and Tommy,' even though you've seen photos of him in tattoos, you're about to see him entirely in character for the first time today.

You're getting yourself ready for dinner with him since it's your 7th anniversary today, and you've bought a red velvet dress just for this occasion and to make him go a little crazy, too. He loves seeing you in red, so you're playing into that perfectly with this risky number.

The dress is paired with black heels, subtle make-up, hair in loose curls around your shoulders, and the handbag Sebastian gifted you for your anniversary to finish the look.

When Sebastian texts you that filming is done, you're driving over to the film set, though you won't get far after he's spotted you because you're both lusting after one another when you arrive on the set.

''E-Excuse me, do you happen to know where Sebastian is?'' you ask a woman walking from the set, and she happily points you toward his trailer, where he's getting ready for dinner.

You knock a few times, and Sebastian tells you to come in, so you open the door and walk up the few steps, careful not to fall in your heels.

''Is this a good time? I can wait outside-'' you say, but you don't finish the sentence when you see Sebastian looking at you, his jaw slack as he takes in your outfit.

He shakes his head as he snaps out of it and almost forgets to introduce you to his co-star, Lily.

''I'm sorry, Y/N, this is Lily. Lily, this is my amazing fiancée Y/N,'' he says as you stretch out a hand and happily shake her hand, saying how nice it is to meet her finally.

''You look amazing as Pam, and I can't wait to see the result once it finally comes out,'' you tell her, and Sebastian not so discreetly pulls you into his side, his hand laying on your ass, barely covered by your dress.

''I should go. It was lovely to meet you, and I can't wait to see you around again,'' Lily says before saying goodbye to Sebastian. As soon as the door shuts behind her, he's all over you. His hands touch you everywhere, pawing at every inch of your body, his lips taste your skin as if it's the first time he's ever tasted you.

''S-Seb, we have to go to dinner,'' you say, and he knows you're right, but it's so damn hard to behave himself when you look like this.

He changes into his dinner outfit, and the two of you head out to your car, conveniently placed in a darker bit of the parking lot, though that wasn't planned when you arrived. Now, however, you'll be thrilled that you did.

''Can't wait to fuck you, Babe, need you right fucking now,'' Sebastian growls before pushing you against the door of your car, his lips crashing onto yours and his hands wandering to open the door.

Once he found the handle, he let you go and turned you around so he could climb into the backseat, letting you crawl on top of him just the way he liked. You pull the door shut behind you, and Sebastian has already made quick work of his pants.

''Need you so bad, Daddy, need you to fuck my brains out,'' you say with a whining voice, and Sebastian pulls up your dress, revealing the fact that you went, in fact, without panties this evening, and he only gets more turned on by it.

''I'm ready for you, Daddy, please,'' you beg softly, and Sebastian is so hard it hurts, so he quickly lines up with your entrance, a deep groan leaving his chest when you sink in a smooth motion, desperate to be filled by him.

A broken moan leaves your body as you adjust to his size, and he pulls you forward to kiss you deeply, his tongue finding its way into your mouth instantly.

When you start rolling your hips, he grabs hold of your ass and starts thrusting up into you rapidly, broken moans and groans leaving your bodies as you chase both your highs simultaneously.

''D-Daddy! 'm cumming!'' you say as he hits your sweet spot just right, and you're falling apart around him, squeezing the life out of him as you cum, followed by him soon after.

You collapse on top of him as you're both regaining your strength.

''How about we skip dinner and go straight home? I want to make you fall apart on my fingers, tongue, and cock for the rest of the night, and I can't wait any longer than I have to,'' Sebastian whispers in your ear, and you nod, wanting precisely that.

''Yes, Daddy. Please.''

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (Chapter 5)

(chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4)

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind. you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: nearly 2.5k

warnings: vague description of a wet dream, some sensual implied stuff (??),

moodboard and inspiration credit to @evnscvll

In all your life, you’d never had a wet dream. Not even in high school when so many of your peers were coping with puberty and budding sexuality in similar ways— not even when you’d wanted to have one about David Kapoor, the cutest guy in senior year who didn’t even know you existed but that you were somehow convinced was going to fall madly in love with you one day.

It never did work out for you two, but you’d finally managed to have a wet dream. This one, though, was about Sebastian.

In your dream he had cornered you in the kitchen, kissing you deeply before tossing you onto the table and— well, the rest doesn’t bear repeating. It was all very ‘discount bin romance novel’ wasn’t it? The exotic, rugged farm boy roughly taking the formerly-prudish businesswoman in the middle of the house, too deep in the throes of passion to care if someone walking by saw them.

You didn’t find it all that sexy by the time you woke up; moreso just humorous. That’s preposterous, you thought to yourself, nobody’s ever gonna love me like that.

It was something your husband had said to you once. You couldn’t even remember what the context was anymore, but clearly it had had an impact on you to be repeating it internally now. Just last week, Mrs. Alberti had gotten on your case for speaking poorly of yourself. Clearly, the things you said about yourself to others were nothing against what you said about yourself to yourself.

Your papers had only taken a day to dry, but the ink was pretty severely smudged. Knowing your publisher wouldn’t accept them in a manuscript, you resolved to retyping the most damaged ones— a good mindless task to do while you pondered your next steps plot-wise. You’d seen Sebastian less for the past week, and it was no accident; you’d been avoiding him because you were trying to nip this in the bud before it got any worse. Your divorce isn’t final yet, you need to heal. This is fantasy, not reality. You barely know each other. Your divorce isn’t final. Your divorce. Isn’t. Final.

That was the mantra you found yourself repeating as you retyped the waterlogged sheets; so much for the plot-pondering plan, eh?

You heard someone coming up the stairs, and you knew it was him because the steps were coming too quickly to be Mrs. Alberti. “Come in,” you instructed before he’d even knocked.

“Bună ziua,” he greeted as he opened the door, leaning inside. “Am pregătit cina, ai vrea să mănânci?”

“Hm?” you asked as you turned around in your chair, adjusting your reading glasses. However, his question became more obvious through context when you saw he had oven mitts and an apron on, and was holding a wooden spoon. “Oh, um, I’ll be down for dinner in a minute. Soon.” You held up a few fingers, hoping he would successfully interpret them into minutes.

“Arăți bine în ochelarii aceia,” he motioned, pointing towards you.

“I’m sorry… what?” you asked, not sure at all what he could be talking about.

“Ochelari. Sunt drăguți,” he re-emphasized, but it was useless as you gave him another confused look. He sighed, straightening up a bit as he began a new method: “Îmi plac,” he said, pointing to himself and then giving a thumbs up, “ochelarii tăi,” he pointed to you, and then made circles with his fingers and brought them up to his eyes.

You laughed a little, but you were pretty sure you got what he meant. “You like my glasses?” you clarified, reaching up to wiggle them on your face a bit.

“Da,” he grinned. “Pari inteligent.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, and he nodded back as he shut the door and his footsteps faded back into the kitchen.

Once a few more pages had been redone, you gave your hair a quick combing before heading down for dinner with Sebastian. It smelled a little strange by the time you went downstairs, but when you swung open the door to the kitchen, you were instantly hit with a wave of acidic air, forcing you to wince and cough. Even that didn’t help much, and you forced your eyes shut as they stung.

“Jesus Christ,” you yelped, “the fuck are you cooking? Tear gas?!”

“Oțetul te irită?” he asked, not sounding as concerned as you would’ve hoped considering your obvious pain. It was like you could taste it in the air, and it wasn’t until you managed to open your burning eyes again that you realized what it was: vinegar, in a huge jug right next to the pot he was boiling it in.

“You’re boiling vinegar?” you realized incredulously. “God, Europeans are fucking weird.”

He just looked back at you with bewildered bemusement.

“In America,” you tried to explain, “we don’t eat vinegar. We clean our floors with it.” You pointed to the jug and made a motion meant to indicate scrubbing a surface, and he laughed a little.

“Americanii sunt prea sensibili,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand, turning back to the stove to stir his pot of disinfectant which he apparently planned to serve you as a meal. “Am avut ciorbă de oțet de când eram copil.”

You’d typically considered yourself an adventurous eater— even with vinegar-pickled things, like kim chi which you’d learned to acquire a taste for— but this one put you to the test. Considering the smell alone had singed your sinuses, you were nervous what would become of your innocent tastebuds. But after he served the soup (a dark orange color, so apparently it wasn’t just the boiled vinegar) into a bowl for you and another for himself, you found the taste of it oddly pleasant when you sipped it gently from your hesitant little spoon.

“Vezi, nu e așa de rău,” he smiled gently as he watched you fail to recoil in disgust from the flavor.

“Just like ma used to make, huh?” you chuckled as he ate the soup with incredible speed, even going as far as to lift the bowl to his lips and drink the last few sips that way.

Eating dinner in silence with him was unexpectedly comfortable. “You wanna know something funny?” you found yourself mumbling aloud. “I enjoy talking to you more than anyone I ever did back home, and you can’t even understand me.”

His smile softened as he stared back at you, apparently sensing the change in your tone as you spoke.

“See, right there, that’s it: you’re listening to me. You know it’s useless, you know you won’t be able to tell what I’m talking about, but you’re listening anyways. Over two billion English speakers on the planet and none of them have listened to me like you do.”

Then you heard yourself, and it was so heart-breaking that you had no choice but to laugh. It was just a chuckle at first, but then you couldn’t stop it, even when you realized how confused Sebastian would be. Everything is funnier when you know you shouldn’t laugh, and soon you could barely breathe as tears warmed your eyes from the force of it.

“I’m sorry,” you tried to spit out between your fits of laughter, but it was barely comprehensible anyways. Sebastian began to laugh with you, if hesitantly and with a hint of confusion.

“De ce râdem?” he asked gently.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, calming down a bit, “I’m sorry I just… I was just imagining what my husband would say, if he knew I was here…” you trailed off as you laughed again, starting over. “If he knew I was here, falling for someone I’ve never even spoken with.” You shook your head, resting your face in your hands as you chuckled lightly. “Oh, he’d hate this. He’d tell me I was out of my mind.”

With a slow sigh, your laughter subsided as you wiped the wetness from your eyes.

“He’d be right, but… I don’t really care,” you decided. “He’s not here. If he wanted to find me, he would. And maybe it’s because he’d hate this that I’m having so much goddamn fun doing it.”

When you looked at Sebastian again, his face was serious, yet anything but stern. Suddenly, you weren’t thinking about your husband anymore. Of course you logically understood how odd this all was, how impossible it was for you to be slowly finding yourself in love with someone like him, but it felt right, and true, and real. It made no sense, and yet it made perfect sense in every way that mattered.

“I’ll help you clean,” you offered as you stood up, realizing you’d gotten lost in your train of thought and probably stared at him for a bit too long. He stood up with you, helping you gather the used dishes and letting you wash them in the sink while he put the remaining soup in the refrigerator as leftovers for another time. “I’ll cook for you tomorrow,” you promised, “something real bland, like the English cook.”

“Sper că nu intenționați să gătiți pentru mine cândva, nu suport mâncarea occidentală,” he mumbled as he continued to wipe down the countertop with a damp towel.

With the kitchen clean, you knew you should get back to writing your book, but you were compelled instead to read somebody else’s— so, as you slipped onto the couch with one of a few of your favorites that you’d brought with you, Sebastian summoned the same copy of Dracula you’d seen him reading a few times and took the loveseat. Not much else happened after that, save for you shivering from a draft and him tossing a throw blanket on you.

“Ce carte citești?” he asked you eventually, breaking the silence. When you looked up, he was pointing at your book. “Book?”

“Right,” you laughed, “I taught you that. My book, uh, it’s good.” You closed it, leaving your finger inside to mark your place as you showed him the front cover. “On the Road? Ever heard of it?”

He just cocked his head to the side.

“Jack Kerouac?” you continued. “It’s about going on a long journey in search of… freedom.”

“Acesta este cel despre zombi?” he asked.

“Sure,” you nodded, wishing more than ever that you could know what he was saying. He smiled and got back to his own reading. Indulging yourself for a moment, you watched his face as it fell into a neutral expression while he read, his eyes trailing along the page as he continued to read. You didn’t realize it, but when you returned to reading your own book, he got his chance to look at you.

A long day of writing meant you had more than earned an evening to relax by the fire; late summer became early fall, and early fall turned into the need for a fireplace so much faster than you’d anticipated. The days were temperate, sure, but as the sun began to sink lower, so did the warmth. You started your evening with a hot shower, though you didn’t let yourself get too greedy with the limited supply of hot water, knowing Sebastian relied on the same supply for his own baths. When you finished, you dressed yourself in a fluffy lavender robe, feeling especially pampered when you put on a little moisturizer before heading downstairs to cozy up with the fire. You were already getting chilly, the heat from the shower fading as your wet hair and bare feet cooled you quickly. Therefore, it was more of a scurry to the fireplace, which you hadn’t expected Sebastian to be tending or you wouldn’t have come down in a robe. He’d seen you in less (namely, his shirt and nothing else, which was horrifically embarrassing) but something about this felt more intimate, like all your defenses had been washed away in the shower, too. Didn’t help that he was shirtless, again. Wasn’t he cold in this weather?! Must be all that muscle keeping him warm.

“Bună seara,” he greeted.

“Good evening,” you returned. Stepping closer, you rubbed your hands together as you felt the hot air radiate towards you. “It’s nice,” you sighed contentedly.

He smiled back at you, moving the logs slightly with the iron poker. Sparks jumped and fell off as he shifted them, joining the ashes below— you’d always thought fire was so beautiful, even if it was dangerous, and you took in a long breath through your nose to smell the tinge of smokiness in the air.

“Te încălzești?” he asked quietly as he set the poker aside and stood beside you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing through the fabric of the robe to try to warm up a little faster. Seeing you shiver, he reached out and rubbed your arms for you, which made you tense up slightly before relaxing and breathing out. “Mai bine?”

You nodded a little, your gaze drifting slightly.

“Warm?” he asked, making your eyes jump back up to his. You swallowed dryly as he looked back at you.

“Warm,” you repeated, “yeah. Good job… when’d you learn that?”

He didn’t answer, watching your hands as they reached out for his arms, finally making delicate contact with his tanned skin before drifting up to his biceps, his shoulders, and finally his chest. He put his own hands on top of yours and held them there, looking back at you as your heart started to beat rapidly and with no signs of slowing down. “Warm,” he repeated, only slightly above a whisper.

“Oh yeah,” you agreed hoarsely, “very, very warm…”

He smiled a little; it wasn’t mischievous, it wasn’t conniving or predatory or malicious. It was subtle but gentle in a way you had absolutely no plan to save yourself from, no protection, no armor, no neutral territory. There was only heat, so strong that your toes weren’t cold anymore and you didn’t even remember that your hair was still damp. Not only did you let his heat consume you, but you didn’t even think to stop it, to swallow your desire down, to run away and say goodnight and hide in bed from the icky scary feelings. No, you looked right back at him and let those eyes pierce right through you, that cold blue changed entirely with the warm firelight reflecting in them.

“Do you want to come to my room?” you asked slowly. The words were useless, but a glance back to the stairs that led to your door and back at him asked the same question with much more efficacy.

He nodded, and you stepped backwards as he followed you: across the house, up the stairs, and to your room. You opened the door. He shut it behind you.

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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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