Pairing: Modern!Bucky x Reader (platonic)
A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club‘s College AU challenge. I wrote it in like an hour, so ignore any dumb typos and all that fun stuff. Also let me know if you want a second part where Reader meets Steve and Sam.
Warnings: Fluff, awkwardness, food, not proofread.
„Mixed housing.“ You shrugged when that topic came up in your preparation for college and school housing.
Well, now you were about to see the person you would spend at least a year with.
With a big suitcase in your hand and a giant box still waiting in your car you stood in front of the room with your number on it.
After taking a few deep breaths you pushed down the door handle and slowly opened the door.
„One minute! I‘m still putting stuff in the bathroom!“ A deep, soothing male voice echoed from the bathroom.
You looked at his side of the room, full of his shirts, a ukulele, a polaroid, a big candle, a bunched up pack of fairy lights and a trophy that seemed to be sports-related.
A few seconds later a pair of blue eyes peaked out of the bathroom, brown hair all disheveled.
„Oh, you must be my roommate then.“ The rest of him became visible to you.
He was tall, looked strong but his face was softer than a million puppies.
„I guess so.“ You gave a nervous chuckle.
„James, but most people call me Bucky.“ He didn‘t know either if a hug or a handshake was appropriate.
„Y/N, people like to call me Blue. Because I had blue hair tips for a few years.“ You smiled at the memories.
„That must‘ve looked cool as fuck...um, if you need help hanging anything up, you know who to ask.“ He was as awkward as you, you guessed that was a win.
„I mean, Command Hooks aren‘t really hard.“ You laughed.
„You say that now. I‘ve just stood in there for an hour, trying to hang up one of those mini shelf thingies.“ He looked at you with traumatized eyes and had you laugh harder.
„That explains your hair.“ You pointed at it and he looked up crosseyed and fixed it.
„Yeah. Do you need help carrying anything?“ He asked very attentively.
„Naaah, I only have one more thing to get from my car and that‘s it. I didn‘t bring much.“ He nodded before pointing at the bathroom and leaving to set it up further.
You were glad you two had a bathroom right in your room and only the living room and kitchen were shared with another two people.
After you had brought the giant box with a marble pattern on it to the dorm, you needed to lay in the bed for a minute, panting and staring at the ceiling. This was going to be home for a while.
The bed dipped next to you and you looked up at James.
„I think we need rugs, this floor is ugly.“ He noted monotone and then grinned at you.
„Yeah, I only brought a bedside table thing, this box, my bathroom stuff and a few pillows.“ You sat up too.
The rest of the day was spent setting up your shared cove and fairy lighting the shit out of your room. He shared a bit about his sports background and what he was going to major in. You told him about graduating a year early and your fucked sleeping pattern he would have to live with.
His side was navy blue and white, yours was white and grey. It was almost as if you had planned this beforehand.
He had a big constellation poster over his bed, you had put up a canvas you had painted yourself.
He put up the ukulele, you put up a neon sign reading „Good Vibes.“
You both decided rugs, a full-length mirror and a basket for more pillows and blankets needed to be bought.
It was almost funny how anxious you were earlier, the boy was an absolute delight to have around.
„Ordering takeout?“ You suggested later in the day.
„Absolutely.“ He answered, getting out his phone.
An HBC Drabble! Part 2 of Quoting Shakespeare, by popular demand (or just @cchellacat telling me she would kill me if I didn’t write it...I love you, thanks for reading this over and always telling me nice things and feeding my praise kink)
Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: language, SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUT SMUT (oral m and f receiving, protected sex) More smutty than usual. I’m getting worse.
“That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.”
William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona
(sorry about using your quote in such a smutty manner, Will, but you were a horny bastard too, so you probably don’t care)
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You looked at your feet, and then back up to meet his eyes with a smile. "Hey, Romeo. You here to take me up on my offer?"
He returned your smile, and you pulled him into your room by his arm, closing the door and turning to face him. The room was silent as you watched each other, both nervous about taking the next step. Finally he stepped forward to close the distance and as his hands went to your waist, yours circled his neck as his nose nudged yours. You closed your eyes, waiting for the kiss that must be coming, but opened one eye and raised an eyebrow at him after a minute.
He was smirking at you. "How are you feeling?"
You blinked twice. "Fine."
"So...you remember what you said at my balcony," you nodded, "do you remember what you said on the phone?"
His hands held your waist, keeping you at a distance, and you whined. "Yes, I remember."
He must have taken some semblance of pity on you and pulled you closer, his mouth next to your ear now, and you shivered, "Do you remember what I promised you?"
You took a deep, shaky breath. "You said you wouldn't let me out of bed today."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
"I'm absolutely sure." You could feel his hesitation, feel him start to pull away, and before he could talk himself out of anything you gripped one hand in his hair and snapped, "Seb, shut the fuck up and kiss me already."
You pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back, for a sweet moment, until he couldn't stop himself from mumbling against your mouth as you attempted to continue the kiss, "I ...just need... To know you're sure."
Throwing your head back with a groan, you held his wrists to keep his hands at your waist and then leveled a glare at him. "Sebastian. I'm running out of ways to say 'take me, I'm yours'. I won't beg, you know."
Now he kissed you with an almost bruising force, and you squealed when your back hit the wall and you opened up to him, allowing his searching tongue to find yours. His hands cradled your jaw and you started to feel light-headed. Your hands reached under his shirt to feel along lines and ridges of muscle and soft skin. When he stopped kissing you to breathe you pulled up on the hem.
"Off!" You demanded, and he complied, pulling the shirt over his head quickly and searching your lips out again. Grabbing his hand and moving it to the belt of your robe, you directed between kisses, "pull!"
He pulled and the robe opened, and then he stopped kissing you, surprised to feel your bare skin under the robe. You watched him, his eyes drinking you in, and you took a step forward as he took a step back.
"Don't you dare stop," you demanded, and tried to pull him toward you by the waistband of his gym shorts, but he shushed you with a finger pushed against your lips.
"I'm not stopping. Just," he let the finger on your lips trail over your chin, down your neck and stop at your collarbone, "let me take my time, please."
You shrugged the robe off your shoulders and watched his eyes follow the movement. Stepping back to brace yourself against the wall, you took a deep breath in as the finger paused at your collarbone continued it's journey south between your breasts, over your tummy and detoured to grip your hip instead of ending up where you desperately needed him. He stepped closer to you, caging you in against the wall, and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "you're just as beautiful as I always knew you would be."
Smiling and turning your head towards his, you captured his lips again as he raised his hands to cup your breasts and you moaned into his mouth as he brushed his thumbs across your nipples. Your breath started to speed up as you wrapped one hand around the back of his neck to keep his lips close to yours and let your other hand wander down in search of the waistband of his shorts. Remembering your request from the previous night, you used all your strength to switch places with him, pressing your body against his to press him into the wall and giving his lip a little nibble before trailing kisses down his neck and chest and dropping to your knees. He took a shaky breath and pressed his hands into the wall as you pulled the shorts down and watched as his cock bounced out, hard and ready. You looked up at this gorgeous man you had at your mercy and could hardly believe the words that came out of your mouth.
"I'm gonna make you come so hard, you're gonna see your past lives."
He closed his eyes and moaned as you gripped him and licked from base to tip before engulfing him in your mouth with a pleased hum. Resting a hand on his muscular thigh you bobbed your head and feasted, wanting nothing more than to take him apart piece by piece. Above you he was a babbling mess.
"Baby.... God....so good... don't stop..."
You hummed again in response, and he moaned again, a call and answer of the most carnal kind.
His hand threaded through your hair but he let you direct your pace and you didn't plan on letting him catch his breath. Almost too soon he was gasping out, "close, so close," and you prepared to take everything he had to give you. With a final gasping moan he was coming and you were swallowing and you knew you would never get tired of the expression on his face.
You sat back on the carpet, looking very pleased with yourself, and watched Sebastian try to pull himself together while leaning against the wall. "I hope that was worth the wait."
He slid down from the wall and crawled over you as you laid back, his hands on either side of your head as his lips hovered over yours. "I'm never letting you go, I hope you realize that."
You grinned up at him. "I'm kind of counting on that."
He kissed you and you opened up immediately, sliding your tongue against his as his hand sought out the wet heat between your legs. You sighed into his mouth as he slid a finger inside you, and he broke the kiss to whisper, "my turn."
You thought he would just travel down right there, but he stood instead and pulled you to your feet and then up into his arms as you squealed. He carried you to the bed, laid you down gently and settled between your legs, pulling one over his shoulder and taking a moment to admire how wet and ready you were for him.
"Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart."
His lips, his fingers, his tongue - all were conspiring to drive you to the brink of madness. You wanted to push yourself closer to him but his free hand had a tight grip on you, fingers splayed across your hip, caressing every so often with the same rhythm as the fingers inside you.
"I always knew you'd be amazing at this," you gasped out, and felt his smile against your skin. You could have sworn he blushed at your praise. He doubled his efforts and you mewled, arching your back and warning him, "so close, don't stop," and he responded by sucking your clit into his mouth and shaking his head gently. No, he wouldn't stop.
You came on his fingers, crying out his name and seeing stars. You felt his fingers pull out of you and his tongue reach down to gather your wetness. He purred against your hot skin before sitting up, and you watched him clean both fingers in his mouth, savoring your taste. Still coming down from your high, you smiled at him, words for once eluding you. You glanced down and saw this his cock was hard for you again.
He saw you notice and leaned over you to kiss you, and you licked across his bottom lip first, so pink and swollen from his enthusiasm between your legs.
"Be right back," he kissed you quickly and left the bed, and walked to his abandoned shorts on the floor. He pulled a condom out of the pocket and strolled back to you as you rolled onto your side and rested your head in your hand.
"Just one?" You arched an eyebrow at him.
He unraveled the strip and waved them at you, his insufferable smirk returning. "Think this is enough?"
"Let's find out."
You opened one package, rolled the condom on and pulled Sebastian back onto the bed, falling onto your back and wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved closer.
He took one of your hands in his, and with his other hand he lined up to push inside you. The feel of him entering you was exquisite. The two of you moved against each other slowly and deliberately, short and soft kisses punctuated by heated breaths and sighs.
"Gonna take care of you," he said, his thrusts picking up speed as your hips rose to meet his.
"Make me come, make me come for you, gonna be your good girl."
"My girl. Gonna keep you in this bed all day."
"You promised."
"Yes, babygirl, I promised."
You looked up into his eyes, as blue as that tropical ocean outside your door, and then that wave crashed over you and you dragged him over with you.
This was the best vacation ever.
*
All day, in bed and out of bed, the rest of the condoms were used, and your phones lay untouched in your hotel room collecting texts from your friends.
'Are you okay? You missed breakfast.'
'Hey man, you missed the gym.'
'Is Sebastian with you?'
'We're all going to the beach. See you there?'
'Girl, you better spill.'
As the late afternoon sun drifted through your open window, you giggled as you scrolled through all the messages on your phone while Sebastian sat next to you, leaning against the headboard. The last message made you pause.
'So is this a vacation fling? Or is this A Thing now?'
Sebastian's eyes flicked down to your phone and read the message. Sensing your hesitation, he pressed a kiss to your temple, took the phone out of your hands and typed a response. You watched, a slow smile crossing your face.
Word Count: 2.3k (supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away lol)
Warnings: SMUT, tons of it. Please don’t read this if you’re sensitive or if you’re under 18. nsfw under the cut.
A/N: Reposting this because aparently Tumblr hates my guts and the original post is broken!
Hey, this is just a little one shot that I created based and inspired on the HBC week of kinks by @the-ss-horniest-book-club (which had my whole body shAKING) specifically on these posts:
Thighs
Arms
Leather
The Daddy Look
This is the first thing I write in months and I’m really happy with the final work, I hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it! Also please remember, english isn’t my mother language so if you find any grammar mistakes please let me know.
Feedback and requests are always apreciated ♡
The cold of the night was mortifying, the freezing breeze slipped through the layers of clothes feeling like a thousand needles pinching on the skin, and although Sebastian was well dressed for cold weather -jeans, and a dark sweater under a heavy motorcycle jacket- he could feel the burning sensation on his cheeks, on his hands when he ruffled with the keys of his house, cold fingers managed to open the door, warmth welcomed him.
He took off the jacket and boots, the sweet cinnamon smell of your favourite candle let him know that you were close, calling out your nickname he made his way down the hall.
“Right here, on the couch”
Following your voice he found you sitting cross legged -an oversized knitted sweater, fuzzy socks, and a frown were your outfit- laptop open with a blank document in front of you.
“Hey babe” he said leaning over to give you a peck on the lips. A weak smile formed on your lips when he sat down next to you “Rough day?” he asked and you nodded
You sighed and closed the laptop, placing it on the coffee table, beside it a bottle of wine.
“The universe has aligned to make this the shittiest day ever” handing him the bottle and an opener she said “Please, do the honors”
He smiled and opened the wine quickly, he poured the liquid into the glasses and raised his to make a toast.
“To the shittiest day ever” he said and you clicked your glasses to take a long sip.
Humming when you felt the sweet yet bold taste in your mouth, eyes closing when you took another sip. Sebastian tried not to smile when he noticed your mood switch; wine was your both your poison and medicine.
“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, an arm reaching out to rest behind your back, his digits tracing patterns on your skin as his thumb applied a little pressure to the hardened muscles of your exposed shoulder.
A groan in response and another sip.
“My coworker took the whole week off because her kid is sick, and she asked if I could cover her up at work so I did, I mean, I couldn’t say no right?” you asked, not really expecting an answer, he took a sip of wine “And I know she is going to make it up for me baking me brownies or something like that but now I have a shitload of work to do” you threw your head back to swallow that remaining wine on the now empty glass, Sebastian refilling it without being told as you continued, such a good boy. “But what’s worst, I have zero inspiration to start writing which makes me so. fucking. frustrated.”
You moved your head in circle motions to try relieve some of the tension, eyes snapped open when you felt the soft caress of his fingers on your nape.
Sebastian was looking at you carefully, eyes scanning your face, staying a focused for a second longer on your lips.
“Look, I know this sucks” he said “But I think you're drowning in a glass of water” another frown formed on your face quickly softened by his hand traveling to your jaw, and then the tip of his fingers grazed your collarbones “You are stressed and that is making you see things ten time worse as they really are” Narrowing your eyes you drank your wine “You always freak out because you say you have no inspiration and you often feel like shit about it but somehow you always manage to transform all that frustration in some good ass work and next thing I know is that I have my girlfriend typing furiously on her laptop at three am” He said the last thing with a smile on his face, you tried so hard not to smile at him, pursed lips and the roll of your eyes as you took a final sip of your wine and placed the glass on the table, he did the same.
“(y/n)” He called you taking your hand in his to bring it up to his mouth, placing a kiss on each knuckle “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be stressed but hun, you’re damned talented and I know you can manage all this”
His eyes locked with yours the whole time, his body now leaning closer and suddenly you felt your body relaxing, not quite sure if it was because of the wine, the warmth that his body emanated, or the masculine smell of his cologne. He licked his lips before placing a kiss to the sweet spot of your neck and then he whispered on your ear “Let me make you feel better”
He leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side to see your face, your teeth digging on your bottom lip as you brought your hand to his face, caressing his strong jaw and scratching his beard with your nails, he tried not to moan; he loved when you did that, instead he placed both hands on your waist and in a simple swift he had you sitting on his lap.
“Ya’ know, I can give you something to write about”
He said and then he crashed his lips on yours.
Between light tender touches and soft licks a smile was shared, his hands now wandering your thighs, yours nipping his hair; he liked that too. Your lower lip bitten and then your moan dying in his mouth, getting support from his strong shoulders you changed your position from sitting on his right thigh to straddling it. Hands on his chest pushing him onto the couch, breaking the kiss just to grind your hips against his jeans, a hot wave of arousal pooling on your belly, your hands traveled down to the hem of the sweater to took it off, throwing it somewhere else on the floor.
Eyes now locked with his, dilated pupils left just a thin circle of the blue of his eyes, another buck of your hips and now a cocky smile tugging on the corner of his lip, big hands found your hips and he helped you to find a steady rhythm.
“Yeah baby that’s it” he said and you smiled “Riding my thigh and getting all wet for me” your smile grew bigger.
“Too much clothes” you said slipping your hands under his shirt, he chuckled and wasted no time in taking it off
Fingers traveling from shoulders to chest, soft caresses against hard muscle, dipping your nails on his back enough to be painful and pleasurable at the same time, he moaned, his leg moving upwards gave you a particular good stroke, breathing getting stuck on your throat and he noticed, he always does.
The movement was repeated, his hands now loose on your hips, letting you chase your orgasm by yourself. He leaned in to place kisses on your neck, a hand now on your back holding your torso still, lips around your nipple, his beard rough against the soft skin of your breasts, placing a kiss to the middle of your chest before giving attention to the other bud.
You were close, so close you could feel yourself clenching around nothing itself. His other hand took one of yours and he leaded it to his bulge, big and hard and noticeable painful against his jeans.
“After you come like this” He said while nibbling on the skin of your neck, you unzipped his pants, palming him now through his black boxers “I’m going to take you to the bed and remind you who you belong to”
His words sinful and your moan was loud, god, this man knew every single one of your weakness, every part of your body, he read you like a book and treat you like a goddess.
You didn’t had a steady rhythm anymore, you were just grinding against him without a pattern, gasping for air and chasing your release.
A white hot feeling ran through your body and an animalistic groan left your throat, hips shaking, trying to prolong your climax
Once you were done you snapped your eyes opened finding in front of you a very amused Sebastian, he held you firmly by the waist as he stood up, your ankles knotted on his back and face hidden on his neck, he carried you to the bedroom, once there you placed your foot on the floor but your face remained on his neck, plump lips planting wet kisses to his jaw, traveling down his chest and then his abs, a low groan when you dropped to your knees.
Jeans and boxers discarded, one hand stroking his length the other one on the back of your head gently guiding you.
Mouth opened your tongue darted out and licked the slit, another groan, another lick and a few kisses to the head.
“Babygirl..” he warned you and you knew he was done playing games.
A little smile before taking half of his cock in your mouth, slowly fitting more until his pelvis was against your nose.
Mouth full of him, he felt heavy, velvety and veiny, you hollow your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down now looking at his face, a combination of concentration and lust showing, almost like he was giving you with stern look. Maybe he was.
Still bobbing your head your tongue applied pressure, his reaction almost instant; legs parted further, a strangled moan and his head thrown back.
“Yeah baby do the tongue thing one more time”
You did as you were told, disappointed when he stepped back, taking his cock away.
“I would love to come on those pretty tits but I have other plans” He said offering you a hand to stand up that you gladly accepted. “What do you think about a massage, huh?”
A smile brightening your face, you climbed on the bed and laid on your stomach, eyes closed against the pillow, the mattress dipping with his weigh and suddenly he was on top of you, knees balancing his body on top of yours.
His hands were warm and soft, massaging down your tense muscles, undoing the knots that stress had planted.
You breathed deeply when you felt his cock resting on your butt, but the pressure of his thumbs on your shoulders made you arch your back and now the tip of it was pushing into your entrance, a moan from both of you.
Sebastian leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, a sniff of your smell and a good grip of your hips before burying himself deep inside of you.
Your fingers tangled on the sheets as he thrusted back and forth, slow and deep and you could bet he was looking down your ass at his dick disappearing into you, coming out glistening with your juices.
The mere thought of this made you moan, the snap of his hips getting quicker now, the exquisite roze of the duvet against your clit, the feeling of him taking you like this, of you being at his mercy, of him giving you all he got.
Unfinished words got lost on the cushion, soon enough you were cumming and he was biting your shoulder, grunting to your ear.
When he pulled out you whined, the lost of him being inside you made you feel empty.
Turning around you met his face, eyes now scanning your body, nipples hard and pink, abused skin started to show different shades of purple, lovebites forming on your chest and on your neck.
When his eyes finally met your pussy his adam apple bobbed up and down and he returned his gaze to your face, an innocent smile greeting him.
He leaned down, a searing kiss before he was inside you once more, hands on his back caressing and scratching as your tongue traced his neck. One of his hands holding your waist and the other one keeping your legs open.
He wasn’t being nice and soft anymore, now he had established a frenzy peace and all he could pay attention to was you. The way your boobs bounced, the slurting sounds, the way your lips perfectly shaped an O, those sweet moans leaving your mouth, or the look on your eyes, he was going to cum in any second if you kept looking at him like that.
A groan, now his hands tangled in your hair, wet, hot kisses everywhere and the burning feeling on your lower tummy long forgotten, your hole body burned now.
“Seb..” was all you managed to say between moans.
“I know baby, wait for me” he said to your ear and then placed a kiss below it.
He couldn’t get enough of you, feeling the need of your warmness, the softness of your silky walls, everytime he pulled out he wanted more.
His hips snapping fast against your own, bulky arms around you tensed when he leaned back to look at you.
“Cum for me (y/n)” voice deep like a grunt.
All the words you needed for you to stop holding back your orgasm, a strangled moan left your mouth, feet behind his back pushing him deeper, if that was even possible.
He enjoyed all of this before the final buck of his hips had him groaning low against your neck.
He stayed still inside of you, the incredibly sensation of your clenching walls around his sensitive cock.
Your blessed expression meeting his eyes, heavy lids and a pleased smile, a grin in return.
Sebastian placed behind you, arms around you again as he cuddled you, soft kisses on the crown of your head, a hand seeping to grab your boob, you chuckled before closing your eyes, immersing yourself into sleep.
BY CLICKING THE READ MORE LINK YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE 18+
Inspired by @cchellacat (thank you for looking this over and your always kind words!) @buckmesideways22 and @book-dragon-13 and our discussion on this post:
By @sebastivnstan and @codename-widow
18+ for alcohol consumption, dirty talk, and excessive longing 😏
"I can't believe you've never heard of this," you said, shaking your head as you pulled the text of the poster up on Google. "If you cannot understand my argument, and declare ``It's Greek to me'', you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare;"
You continued to read aloud until Sebastian took your phone and finished reading the text himself silently as you finished off the last of your margarita. Looking around at the rest of your friends, you grinned as your buzz began to settle nicely around your edges. The six of you had been friends since college, stayed close, and made it a priority to take an annual trip together. Somewhere warm with lots of activities and cocktails was the norm, and this year was no exception.
Your four friends were coupled off, so explaining this trip to significant others was usually difficult and annoying for you and Sebastian. This time both of you were single. No clingy girlfriend calling him all day wondering what was going on, and no aggravating boyfriend freezing you out until he decided to be angry you hadn't tried hard enough to contact him.
Single this year, and really feeling it. It was the only explanation for how your decades old crush on Sebastian had resurfaced with a vengeance.
The fact that he'd been flirting with you incessantly wasn't helping either.
"I remember this now, I have seen it," he grinned at you, handing your phone back.
"It's cute, right? You don't realize the impact he had on our language until it's laid out like that."
"It's not as cute as the quote you've been throwing at me since college."
You raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk. "A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours."
His eyes focused on your mouth for a second (were you imagining that?) before flitting up to meet yours. "A bird of your tongue..."
His words trailed off but the eye contact remained until you looked away, catching your breath. You needed another drink. This was getting overwhelming.
"Beatrice and Benedick, it took them a long time to get their act together!" You chirped out, desperate to move on from that moment between the two of you. Before he could answer, your friends started calling for another round.
"I'm heading to bed, guys," Sebastian rose from his chair and waved away their protests. "You want me to walk you to your room?"
He held out a hand to you, but you remained seated, trying to answer him without letting your voice shake. "I'll stay for another drink, thanks though!"
If he was disappointed he hid it well. He called out goodbyes to all and left without another glance at you. Maybe you were reading this wrong. Letting your brain run away from you, you barely noticed pounding two more margaritas. By then your two couple friends were canoodling and heading to their rooms. Waves and goodnights were exchanged and you found yourself wandering back to your room through the resort courtyard.
The heavy perfumes of the tropical flowers that were draped along the balconies hung in the air, lit by moonlight and low lamplight. You were lost in your tipsy thoughts until you noticed that Sebastian was out on his balcony. You ducked behind a column before he saw you, and studied him. He was painfully beautiful. Always had been. What was going on with you two this week? He looked pensive, almost annoyed. Had he hoped you would go back with him tonight, or were you imagining everything?
A little tequila-soaked inspiration began to take root in your brain, and you crept out from behind the column.
"Romeo, Romeo..."
His face brightened at the sound of your voice and his eyes started scanning for you in the courtyard below him. You moved closer and called again (quietly, you hoped), "Romeo, Romeo," and your face glowed in a smile as he caught sight of you.
"You got something to say, Juliet?" He teased and suddenly you did. You looked at him, at gorgeous and sexy him, and you had a lot to say.
Boldly stepping just under his balcony, you made a declaration the tequila wasn't going to let you hold back.
"Romeo, Romeo, let me suck your dick."
His eyes almost fell out of his head, and then he threw his head back in that laugh, your favorite laugh, with his eyes squeezed shut and his nose scrunching up on his ridiculously handsome face. You waited below, smirking up at him.
"Babe, are you drunk?"
You shrugged. "A little."
"How many more margaritas did you have?"
"Two....I think."
His face was almost sad again. "Sweetheart, I've been trying to get your attention for a while now, but I can't let you come up here when you're drunk."
"'mmmm not drunk!"
"Did you hear what you just said to me?"
"I'd say it sober!"
"No, you wouldn't," he shook his head at you and you felt your chest tighten. "You're always running away from me."
"I run because I'm stupid. AND I thought it was all in my head. I want you."
He sighed.
YOU WERE SO STUPID.
"Listen," he began, "I'll make you a deal. Go to your room, drink some water, and get some sleep. I'll come see you in the morning, and see if you even remember this."
"Fine, I'll take that deal!" You put your hands on your hips. "I'm not gonna want to just TALK in the morning, Seb."
"I won't want to just talk, either," his voice dropped a little and your knees got weak. "I'll let you do whatever you want."
"Oh?" You squeaked out.
"If you're still interested in that offer you made, sweetheart." Now he was smirking and you nearly melted into the patio.
"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck."
You turned and rushed toward your room, his soft laughter following you. Throwing your door open, you entered and closed and locked it, out of breath. Throwing your clothes off to try and stave off the fire under your skin, you climbed into bed with a water bottle. After drinking all the water, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to pass out but you were too riled up. You couldn't get him out of your head. In desperation you reached a hand between your legs to try and relieve yourself but quit in frustration. Grabbing your phone, you dialed his number and let it ring.
His sleepy voice almost made you groan out loud. "Are you okay?"
"NO."
"What's wrong?"
"You got me all turned on! And you sent me away! AND NOW I CAN'T COME."
"What??"
"You heard me."
He sighed. "Baby. I told you. I'm not gonna take advantage of you."
"This isn't just because I'm drunk. I promise."
"If that's true, then I'll make you come all day tomorrow." You gasped, and he continued. "I won't let you out of bed. But you're gonna be sober and you're gonna remember every moment."
You whimpered. "Okay."
He hesitated. "I don't want you to be mad at me if you change your mind in the morning. I can't risk that."
"I know. You're so good, so good to me always."
Now he made a sound, a sound that made you press your legs together. "I want to make you feel good, so good. I wish you hadn't had so much to drink."
"Me too."
"I wanted you to come with me tonight."
A lump formed in your throat. "I wasn't sure you did." Your words from earlier came back into your head. "It's taken us a long time to get our act together."
He chuckled a little. "Yeah."
"My head is a little clearer now." Your hesitation was returning, but you had so much to say. "You need to know that I meant what I said. I want you. I want to kiss you. I want to feel your lips on my skin and your hands all over me." You listened to his breathing becoming heavier and let your hand wander down your body again. "I want to feel your skin against mine, your beard against my thighs. I want to pull your hair when you make me come with your lips and your tongue." Your heart was racing and listening to him listen to you was getting you closer to release. You kept speaking, your voice getting closer to a whimpering whine. "I want to be on my knees for you."
He moaned in your ear. "Oh, baby, you're making me crazy."
His moan set you off. You panted into the phone as your back arched off the bed. There was a quiet moment.
"Did you just -"
"Yeah," you said breathlessly, but you had one last thing to say, "but I wanna come on your cock in the morning."
He let out a long breath in your ear. "You're killing me."
Finally, you felt yourself drifting off. "Come here in the morning. Don't forget."
"YOU don't forget."
The phone fell from your ear. "Good night."
You closed your eyes tight against the morning sun. Slowly you sat up, nervous that your head would be throbbing, but you actually didn't feel all that terrible. The water must have helped. And the orgasm.
The orgasm. Shit.
What did you do last night? You told yourself not to panic as you used the bathroom, brushed your teeth and wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe.
He wanted you. You hadn't been imagining it. This was right. He should be here soon.
What if he didn't show up?
You started chugging another bottle of water and jumped at the knock on your door. Struggling to cap the bottle with shaking hands, you unlocked the door and opened it to see Sebastian on the other side, looking a little nervous.
He tilted his head and looked at you softly. "Hey, Juliet."
You looked at your feet, and then back up to meet his eyes with a smile. "Hey, Romeo. You here to take me up on my offer?"
Tagging some more HBC friends @omnomsauruswrites @randomfandompenguin @mrsmookie @loricameback @spacemansam @cametobuyplums @stachestachestachesebstan
An HBC drabble! Inspired once again by @book-dragon-13 tagging me in this post
Sebastian Stan x Reader
18+ for smut smutty smut smut
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“Seb.”
A few minutes go by, then he needs another warning. “Babe.”
Ten more minutes, then he’s back at it. Nibbling at your skin right below your ear. You don’t stop him as quickly this time and he gets one hand under your shirt, warm on your skin, moving up your back toward your bra strap -
“SEBASTIAN.”
He stops but doesn’t remove his hand. His grin is cheeky and of course utterly irresistible. “What?”
“I actually wanted to watch this movie.”
“Who’s stopping you?” He smirks at you.
Goddamn it. “YOU ARE.”
“Not saying you can’t watch. I’m just gonna…” His voice trails off as his lips meet your neck again, kissing a line from under your ear over to your jaw, making you want to turn your head towards his.
“Should have just put on Friends, if I’d known you were gonna try to fuck me.”
He leveled his eyes at you. “I ALWAYS wanna fuck you.”
Alright.
You scrambled to straddle him and moved to kiss that goddamn smirk straight off his face. Opening to each other immediately, you caressed his tongue with yours and he moaned a little from back in his throat. He unhooked your bra under your shirt and moved his hands around to palm your breasts. Your hips rocked against his, seeking out the friction.
For two fully-functioning adults, you sure were acting like horny teenagers.
You broke the kiss to breathe deeper, and then couldn’t resist taunting him. “This what you wanted, huh? Desperate for my attention?”
“I got you now, don’t I?”
You couldn’t help smiling at him. Damn it, he was charming as hell.
Standing up quickly, you rid yourself of your shirt, bra, and pajama pants and then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it behind you. Both sets of hands went to the button on his jeans but you slapped his away, unbuttoning, unzippering, and clumsily them pulling off. You paused for a moment to admire him.
At least once a day he took your breath away.
He took himself in hand and pulled you in with the other. “C'mere.”
Straddling him once more you sank down on him and he swallowed your moan with another thorough kiss. The two of you moved together slowly and deeply, his hands grasping your hips and yours tangled in his hair pulling him toward you. Now that the game had been played there was no rush.
When you picked up your pace he leaned his head back onto the cushion giving you access to kiss and lick along the beard line on his neck until you reached his ear and nibbled the lobe. He moved his hips up to drive into you and you released his ear with a gasp, keeping up with the faster pace. He brought his thumb to your lips and you took it in your mouth, sucking and licking until he brought it down to your clit.
“Baby,” you whimpered.
“I know, me too.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and murmured, “So close for me, sweetheart, riding me so good. Come for me baby.”
You shivered and came on his cock and he held your hips as you stilled, feeling him finish inside you. His arms circled you and held you to his chest as you both caught your breath.
It's not technically a Drunk Drabble, but the fleshed out (pun intended) 1940s Bucky from Partners In Wine last night is posting in a few minutes, and it may surprise you.
Doing a screenshot thank you for Quoting Shakespeare since I was a dick and posted on mobile without a "keep reading" and if I keep reblogging your wonderful comments I will spam out everyone's dash 🙄
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