The C Word - Chapter 2 - Sebastian Stan x Reader
CHAPTER SUMMARY: A sequel to this. Sebastian thinks throwing him a surprise birthday party counts as keeping a secret, which breaks a promise you made to him earlier. He punishes you.
WARNINGS: Smut (obviously) – sex toys, light bondage. Swearing.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Happy birthday Sebastian Stan!
WORD COUNT: 978
Sebastian’s surprise birthday party is going well, but there’s something...off about your boyfriend. You notice it as he catches your eye across the room and doesn’t smile at you sweetly like he normally would. His gaze is cold, eyes slightly narrowed like he’s glaring at you.
You think of what you could have done wrong to upset him. Sure, maybe he wasn’t a fan of parties, but calling the event that was currently taking place at your house a party was an overstatement. It was really just a small gathering with only his closest friends, food that he loved, and only one embarrassingly cute baby photo as the centerpiece on the table. You knew he couldn’t be upset about the totally not over the top party you had thrown him. You had hosted bigger crowds at your place for a random Friday night dinner in the past.
Maybe he was upset at you for not doing more? No, but that didn’t make any sense. Sebastian was a subtle guy. He wouldn’t appreciate or want a big extravagant party the way someone else might, which is exactly why you didn’t arrange that for him. That couldn’t be the reason.
And he was being his usual self around his friends, all big smiles and his laughter that you loved so much, so you knew he wasn’t in a bad mood overall.
You knew you should have waited until after all your guests had left to confront him about his issue, but eventually you couldn’t take it any longer and dragged him to your bedroom.
“Why are you scowling at me everytime I look at you?” you ask immediately.
He raises an eyebrow at you.
“You broke your promise, sweetheart,” he says, corner of his mouth lifting into a half-smirk.
“What? What promise?” You’re thoroughly confused.
“The little promise you made to me when you begged me to let you come last fall. Remember? You were hiding your desire for me to call your pretty pussy a cunt and I wanted to punish you with no orgasms for a week. You convinced me otherwise by promising you’d never keep a secret from me again. And a surprise party is a secret, no?”
The memory of the event he’s referring to has you wet instantly.
“So you’re not mad at me for throwing you a party?” you ask, voice a little shaky.
He laughs. “No. No, of course not. I just feel that you broke your promise.”
“Well,” you say, looking at him expectantly. “What are you going to do about that?”
He doesn’t give you a verbal answer. He just pushes you back onto the bed and attaches your hands to the bedposts with play handcuffs you keep in the bedside table. While he’s looking through the drawer he pulls out the pink toy he bought you last year when he was away for filming. He removes only the clothes that are necessary to expose your lower half to him, guides the toy into you and turns it on so it vibrates, and pulls back to look at you.
“I’ll be back,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing the bedroom door behind him as he heads back to his party.
“Y/N had a bit of a headache so she went to take a nap,” you hear Sebastian say in a voice louder than normal to make sure you’ll hear. “She wants us to keep the party going though. Sweet girl doesn’t want to spoil my birthday party.”
You groan to yourself. Whether the party were to go on for another forty minutes or four hours, you knew the entire time was going to be torturous.
Fortunately for you, Sebastian returns to the bedroom closer to forty minutes instead of four hours. He chuckles upon seeing you and now it’s your turn to glare at him.
“I hate you,” you whine.
Sebastian takes his time undressing yourself and your mood lightens up the slightest bit when his gorgeous body, which you will never get tired of seeing, is revealed to you.
When he’s full undressed, he takes the toy out of you, turns it off, and sets it to the side. Then he puts on a condom and uncuffs you from the bedposts.
“You did so good,” he praises, dropping the cuffs off the side of the bed and straddling you. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist and he eases into you easily since you’re so wet for him.
“I had such a good party,” he continues, snapping his hips against yours. “But my favorite part was watching everyone leave and knowing I had my perfect girlfriend’s dripping cunt waiting for me in our bedroom.”
“Sebastian,” you moan, digging your nails into his back to pull him even closer to you. “Can I-”
“Come for me,” he demands, interrupting you before you can even ask.
You’re not one to deny the birthday boy so you do as he says, throwing your head back into the pillows as your orgasm hits you hard.
“That’s it,” Sebastian says, continuing to fuck you until he, too, comes. You pout when he gets off of you to throw away the condom but quickly returns to pull you against his side. He lifts your chin up with his fingers and looks at you seriously.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Feeling kind of torn, honestly,” you admit.
Sebastian frowns. “What?”
“Well. I don’t want to keep secrets from you, since that’s what I promised, but I also do want to keep secrets from you if it leads to fun like that,” you explain.
Sebastian’s frown turns into a grin and he kisses your nose.
“You’re a handful. What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me again?” you suggest hopefully and Sebastian pulls you on top of him for round two.
