Chloe.
Largely biased towards Bucky Barnes. Mostly Marvel but I can’t help it if other things work their way into my heart ok.
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ok so this part got flagged as being against new guidelines so im reposting. I wrote this like 2 years ago and honestly i dont remember what its about or if it was any good lmao but here it is again. (i didnt want to appeal and force some rando staff member to read the mess that is my writing)
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Sebastian Stan x Reader
Prompt: Childhood friends, a surprise reunion.
Warnings: s m u t
Word count: 1591
A/N: I haven’t written smut in so long so if this is terrible I’m so sorry 😂. This is the end of the story so enjoy! (hopefully)
His lips are a little chapped and the friction as they meet your own drives you wild. You thought the kiss would be gentle, tentative and awkwardly shy but it seems Sebastian’s patience has worn thin with all the torment he has endured this evening. He is insistent, tugging at your lips firmly whilst his large hands run up your sides and pull your own above your head. Your wrists are clamped together by his right hand, his left dropping back down to play with the hem of your shirt. By now your heart is hammering and you know he can feel it as your chests press against each other with each breath.
You decide to take a little power back in this exchange and swipe your tongue along his upper lip. You can feel him tense in surprise and quickly he goes to reciprocate. Instead you move to his jaw, kissing and sucking along its edge as far as you could reach, given your restraints.
“Fuck, doll. I didn’t take you for such a tease.” He groans moving his mouth back to yours.
If he calls you that again he could just about get anything he wanted from you, you could never let him know just how much the pet name turned you on. Judging by the hardening member now pressed against you from where his hips hold you in place, you were not the only one getting a little worked up by the situation.
“Seb.” You break the kiss, panting. He ignores you, instead focussing on the love bite he was so desperately working on on your neck.
“Let’s get out of here, ok?”
“Home?”
“Home.”
His teeth lightly sink into your skin over the mark before he steps away to admire his handy work.
“Make sure Daniel sees that on our way out.”
The ride home is silent, and the fresh air sobering. You look out of the taxi window without really seeing anything, too wrapped up in your thoughts. Your fingers subconsciously move to touch your lips as you picture the kiss you shared only minutes prior with your best friend. It was a strange sensation; to experience something you had never even considered before and have it feel so natural.
The movement catches Sebastian’s eye and he grins to himself, placing a hand on your bare knee. His trip hadn’t included this on the agenda but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He’d always loved you that much was obvious, but throw in puberty and 7 years apart meant there were new non-platonic feelings edging their way in.
His hand is cold and it makes the muscles in your thighs contract. He notices your reaction and decides on a spot of revenge for all of your teasing earlier. Sebastian starts by faintly dragging his thumb back and forth across your knee, his long middle finger reaching around to press against the back.
Your breath hitches in your throat and the driver glances at you through his mirror. You smile at him before turning to glare at the man next to you disapprovingly. His shit eating grin tells you this is exactly what he had hoped to achieve. The rest of the ride is spent with you trying and failing to keep entirely unresponsive from his ministrations, as he worked his way up your thigh torturously slow but never quite reaching where you needed it.
Finally you reach home and throw a tip in the driver’s direction already half way up the path to your door. The residual effects of the alcohol you had consumed earlier mixed with the adrenaline rush of Sebastian’s company made it difficult to fit your key into the lock. After a couple of attempts you manage to open the door and you both tumble inside giggling.
“Come on.” You run up the stairs hand in hand and pull him into your room, before plopping down onto your bed. “Now if you don’t mind I believe you started something back there that would be considered very impolite to leave unfinished.”
“Couldn’t have that now could we?” He states as he crawls up the length of your bed until he is hovering above you. He leans down and presses a kiss to cover your smile, and you open your mouth to him this time, letting him take the lead. You tug at his collar hungrily wanting to explore more of him. Sitting up he yanks the shirt over his head and quickly moves on to removing your own one. The action reveals your black strappy lace bralette.
“Holy shit.”
At his words embarrassment washes over you and you hide your face in the pillow. What must he be thinking when he saw you like that?
“When did you grow boobs?”
Well that answers that question.
“Shut up you idiot and get back down here.”
He rests himself between your legs and as he settles himself your legs are pushed further apart, hiking your skirt up at your hips. Beginning at your clavicle he trails soft kisses down your chest and stomach, looking up at you for permission before deftly undoing your bra and tossing aside. His mouth quickly gets to work sucking and licking at your nipples, taking each one in turn making you become a moaning mess. You run your hands through his hair before begging him to give you more. His hands tear at your panties ripping one of the sides until he has access to your dripping core. His fingers circle around your clit and you whimper under his touch, your cries increasing in volume as he pushes a finger inside of you.
“Fuck you’re drenched! Tell me what you want Y/N.”
“Seb... Please. I- no more foreplay ok? Condoms.” You point to your dresser, your core aching for more.
“But doll-” You can’t suppress the moan that escapes your throat. “Oh that’s new.” He grins, stilling his hand. “As I was saying, we’re having so much fun. What’s the rush doll?” He times the pet name to match the beginning of his movements as he starts to grind against you. Your eyes roll with the friction and your back arches, pushing your breasts up to graze his toned chest.
“Please. I need you inside of me.” You beg him, your legs wrapped around his as you involuntarily meet him thrust for thrust.
“Of course! All you had to do was ask.”
Disentangling himself he pulls a condom from the dresser and starts to remove his jeans. The loss of contact makes you whine.
“Let me do it.” You tear open the wrapper with your teeth as his boxers hit the floor. As you roll it down his length you mentally appraise him. His cock is thick, and a good length. Not too long or too thin. You pump his length a few times and he sighs at the contact, twitching slightly in your hand. If you weren’t so desperate to have him inside of you right now you would love to tease him a little more.
He pushes you back slowly, his blue eyes gazing into yours through his long lashes. “Are you sure about this?”
Looking back up at him you nod and feel him line himself up at your entrance. He slides his cock along your folds and the anticipation has you writhing. Without warning Sebastian thrusts into you and pulls back out before repeating the motion again. The feeling is indescribable and to share it with him makes it even more phenomenal. His thrusts quicken and you feel your self approaching your climax. Your nails drag down his back leaving red lines in their wake and you cry out his name as you come, your walls contracting around him pulling him over the edge with you.
He collapses his weight over your body; the heat and the pressure making you smile as you come down from your high.
For a few minutes all that can be heard is panting and he rolls off you, dumping the condom in the bin.
“Y/N, why haven’t we done that before?” he yawns, pulling you into his arms and dragging the covers over you both.
“Because we’re both idiots.”
“Yes but you’re my idiot, Y/N.”
“Night Seb.”
“Goodnight.” He kisses your temple as you both fall slowly to sleep.
“Wakey wakey! Does Sebastian still like pancakes? I didn’t want to wake him. Will-” you hear a cheery voice sing out as the curtains in your room are pulled open, which suddenly cuts short.
“Oh uhhh hi mom. We got back from the party late and Seb just stayed in here with me incase either of us got sick.”
“Ok Y/N so long as you were safe.” Her eyebrows raise in concern.
“Mom! Nothing happened.”
“Okay honey, then I think you should get to the doctors for that rash on your neck there. Want me to have a look for you?”
“Oh my god.”
“Pancakes in 15 minutes!” She smirks and heads out of your room.
“Sebastian I am going to murder you!” You groan, looking at your neck in the mirror. “Wait no my mom will do that for me.”
“Nah, we already established she loves me. Besides you kinda deserved it flirting with that Danny guy.” He pulls on his jeans and starts to fix the bed when you notice the pale red scratched down his back.
“I guess we’re even.” You giggle while he remains clueless.
“So... we’ve got 15 minutes before pancakes are ready. Want to go for round 2?”
The chemical name for vitamin C is “ascorbic acid”. I always used to wonder about this one. Is being ascorbic like being acerbic? Is it like being ascetic? Absorbent? Some combination of all of them?
Today I learned that scorbi is just a Latinish way of writing scurvy. So a-scorbi-c acid is “no-scurvy acid”.
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