Summary: you and Yelena do the Your Love Is My Drug TikTok trend.
Warnings: fluff, so much fluff
Word count: 506 short but sweet, like me 🤍
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
✨ it’s so good to get back into writing again, I’ve got so many story ideas written down in my notes and I’m so excited to share them all with you ✨
A day off for the new Avengers was as rare as Bucky Barnes flashing a genuine smile. But even bad guys needed a break now and then, and today, the world seemed content to stay quiet.
Sunlight spilled into the Watchtower’s common room, warming everything it touched. You and Yelena were sprawled on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through TikTok when you stumbled across the Kesha – “Your Love Is My Drug” trend.
“Let’s do it,” Yelena said, her grin wicked as she sprang to her feet, tugging you along with her. In seconds, she’d disappeared into her room and returned triumphantly with a phone tripod. She set it up with the precision of a trained assassin—because, well, she was one—then looked at you expectantly.
“Ready?” you asked.
Yelena nodded. You hit record.
As the beat kicked in, Yelena launched into the lyrics with dramatic flair, while you chimed in with the backing vocals, the two of you fully committed and totally unaware of your audience. The guys had returned from their mission unnoticed, and Bob was curled up in the corner, book in hand, watching the impromptu performance unfold with amused curiosity.
You were so lost in the moment—laughing, dancing, having the time of your life—you didn’t notice the way Bucky was watching you. Eyes soft. Expression unreadable to anyone but maybe Steve. He looked at you like you hung the stars.
The song ended in a final dramatic pose, and before either of you could catch your breath, a throat cleared behind you.
You yelped, spinning around. “Jesus, Bucky! You’ve got to stop doing that. One day you’re actually going to kill someone.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, sweets. You two looked like you were having fun.”
Your cheeks flushed that unmistakable shade of pink Bucky secretly adored. Before you could say anything else, you turned to Yelena—only to find her gone, along with the rest of the team.
“Those sneaky little—” you muttered.
Bucky tilted his head. “Huh?”
“Nothing! I’m just gonna—yeah.” You gestured vaguely over your shoulder and beat a hasty retreat to your room, leaving Bucky blinking after you in confusion.
Roughly ten minutes later, there was a knock at your door. Assuming it was Yelena, you called out, “Come in!”
“I know you think you’re being helpful, Lena, but Bucky doesn’t like me like that,” you sighed, face buried in your hands. “And I probably just made a complete fool of myself with that stupid trend.”
Silence.
Then the bed dipped beside you.
You froze. Slowly, you peeked through your fingers—and were met with a pair of bright blue eyes and a knowing, crooked smile.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” you groaned, hiding your face again.
“I’m glad I did,” Bucky said softly. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known you felt the same way… and I wouldn’t get to do this.”
He gently brushed your hair back, his fingers threading through it as he leaned in. His lips met yours in a kiss that was tender, certain, and everything you’d been hoping for.
~A chance encounter. A dangerous moment. A blossoming romance. Sometimes facing your fear leads to something incredible…~
Sebastian Stan x Reader
3,812 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Panic Attack, Trapped in an Elevator, So much teasing and touching and kissing, Smuts…
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You’re running late again. Which isn’t too much of a surprise as you’re almost always running late. Heels in hand, you make your way down the hotel hallway towards the lavish elevator doors. The polished marble is cold beneath and you hiss at the first touch before taking off in as brisk a walk as your tight gown will allow. Dressed to the nines for your company’s charity ball, you’re bound by lycra beneath the thin sheath, studded by sparkling gems, and carrying more ice on your neck than currently lives in your freezer.
Truly, you feel like a princess.
But princesses are rarely seen running late and stumbling over a rented dress.
The doors open and you pick up the pace, running as the short ding of the elevator echoes down the hall. Almost immediately, they begin to close.
“Hold the- hold the doors!” you yell, praying that someone’s inside to help.
A hand presses against the left door and the process is halted. Another ding sounds as you hop into the car, an out-of-breath mess.
A giant sigh leaves your lips and you shut your eyes momentarily, willing your heart to slow. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”
The voice pulls your eyes open and your breath catches. Tall and handsome, he’s leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other on the gilded bar. His black suit is immaculate and his jaw is strategically stubbled, the contrast making your head spin.
Blue eyes shine as he looks you over.
“Running late?” he asks, a hint of a laugh on his tongue.
“Always,” you reply, tearing your gaze away and backing up into the opposite corner. You can feel him staring and it takes all your strength not to return the action. Taking a deep breath does little to help as the scent of him floods your senses. A strong hit of lavender then a soothing, woodsy darkness that seems pulled straight out of the past. Rosemary lingers in the air and you have to hold back from exhaling a sultry moan. “Always running late,” you repeat, shaking your head a bit in a pointless attempt to push the heat away.
He laughs gently, his voice playful and flirtatious. “I wouldn’t worry.”
“Why’s that?” you ask, lifting your leg to fit a shoe in place.
His eyes dart to your bare calf and he licks his lips unconsciously. “Whoever’s expecting you will wait.” He smiles and meets your eye. “I’m sure you’re worth it.”
“Thanks” There’s a flip in your stomach and you’re not sure if it’s him or the elevator dipping too quickly. Looking away, you steady yourself against the bar, pull your other shoe on and stand up as evenly as you can. “That’s sweet.”
He turns and leans on the bar, slouching down a bit so his long legs can cross casually. “It’s the truth.”
The stark white of the socks covering his ankles against the polished black shoes capture your attention for no good reason and you sigh. “Well… thank you.”
The car jerks oddly and your hands fly out to grab the bar on either side of you. Nothing happens and you laugh at your nerves.
“I hate these things,” you mutter.
His interest grows and deep lines appear above his raised brow. “Claustrophobic?”
Loosening your grip, you relax a bit. “No. I’m good with close spaces. It’s the falling to my death when old cables snap that scares me.”
He nods and smiles kindly. “Ah, we’ll be fine. Statistically speaking.”
“Oh?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean- what are the odds?”
Feigning a gasp, you turn to face him. “Hey, don’t jinx it!”
Before the words could die in the air, the elevator jerks again, tossing you forward a step. Quick to move, he grabs your arms, keeping you steady. His hands are warm on your bare skin and you pull in a quick breath: shock, fear, and arousal all mixed into one. You stare up at him, eyes wide and jaw momentarily slack.
“Sorry.” Fearing he’s crossed a line, he backs up with his hands raised. “Didn’t want you to fall.”
With your hand on the bar, you pull yourself back together. He’s ridiculously handsome and being this close is startling. Among other things.
“Well, it’s your fault I almost did. Tempting fate and all.”
He laughs softly and nods. “For that, I am also sorry.” Dropping his right hand, he holds it out to you. “I’m Sebastian, by the way.”
It seems almost strange to shake his hand, but you want to feel his warmth again. Gently, you slip your palm against his and smile. “Y/N.”
He stares into your eyes, probing your soul, picking out every little bit of you. You can feel him like a slow, snaking spark of electricity and you wonder if he can hear how fast your heart is beating.
“It’s very nice to-”
The floor shakes as the elevator jerks to a halt. The brakes squeal in a painfully high pitch; the lights flicker an eerie warning, and a deep, echoing boom vibrates down the shaft as the car slams against the chamber wall.
Panic rises in you, screaming louder than the alarm bell plaguing your ears. Flung back against him, you cling to Sebastian’s jacket and hold your breath, begging the moment to pass.
“No. No. No…”
He holds you tight for a few blessed seconds before moving to the panel beside the door. The buttons are blinking faster than the lights overhead and he slams his palm against the alarm button, silencing the bells.
“Shit.” He presses a few buttons, hoping to reengage the computer. “Come on!”
“Oh my god. Oh my god…” Your entire body is tightening up and your eyes go as wide as saucers. “Don’t break it!”
He looks back over his shoulder, ready to shoot a flirtatious quip your way, but when he sees your worry, he pauses. “It’s OK. It’s gonna be fine.” Another slam into the panel seems to work and the lights stop flickering. The wheels begin to turn and the world seems right again.
A deep breath fills your lungs but comes out as a scream as the elevator suddenly jumps downwards. The drop feels like a thousand miles and you plaster yourself against the wall. Eyes closed and head thrown back, you wait for death, for that inevitable pressure of gravity flattening your body like a pancake dropped from the Empire State Building onto the gum-stained sidewalk below.
It falls a floor and then stops but the damage in your mind is done.
The lights blink out and don’t return; the computer screen shares a bright red “ERR” message, and Sebastian pries open the phone panel below the buttons.
“Don’t worry. Someone will come fix this. I’m sure it’s fine.”
His voice is light and calming but there’s no way you can relax.
“We’re gonna die.” Your thoughts whirl. “We’re gonna die and I’m never gonna know how Lost ended and-”
Sebastian freezes and cocks his head to look back at you. “You never saw the end of Lost?”
Your hands are shaking and your chest hurts but you need to defend your life choices. “I just never- I got busy!”
“It’s been like fifteen years…”
“Really busy!”
The discourse is a welcome distraction and your jaw unclenches just a bit. Sebastian turns his attention back to the phone and he lifts the antique receiver, hoping someone picks up.
“It’s OK,” he says again, and you realize he’s telling himself as well.
His worry kicks yours up a little and your knuckles blanch around the bar. “Please… please… please…”
Someone answers and Sebastian relays the situation, but you can’t follow the words. Either he’s speaking too quickly or your head is too full of death to translate. Visions of crashing to the basement from the seventeenth-floor flash before you and you shut your eyes against them, whispering a prayer you remember from childhood. But really, you reason, if God cared, he wouldn’t have put you in this situation to begin with.
“Hey…”
Your call to God is interrupted and you look up to find Sebastian in your face again. He dips his chin to look straight into your eyes, and you forget the danger for a second as the blue envelops your mind. So deep, so rich, you know you could be swept away at any moment.
“We’re gonna be OK.” His hands hover politely over your shoulders. “The maintenance guy said they already know, and the tech is on the way to help. No more than an hour and we’ll be out of here.”
There’s mint on his tongue and you manage to take a breath, so lost in his closeness that his words sound more like a song.
“So just relax, OK?”
You nod and smile as your muscles ease. “Yeah. OK.”
He grins and moves back, giving you space. When his warmth is gone, his words click in your head.
“Wait… an hour?” Panic returns. “A fucking hour!”
Sebastian holds up his hands in a halting gesture but there’s no way your nerves will calm again.
The car starts spinning in your vision so you move with it, turning frantically on your stupidly high heels. “We’re gonna be stuck here, dangling from a broken cable for an hour?! This is how every fucking horror movie starts!”
He laughs despite your tantrum. “Come on, every horror movie?”
“The ones in my head do!” Another spin and you stumble, the train of your dress catching on your shoe. “Fuck!”
Strong arms catch you from behind and suddenly you’re lying against his chest. It’s oddly perfect; somehow familiar.
It feels right.
“I got you.”
Back on your feet, you turn once again, this time to face him.
“I don’t want to die today,” you tell him firmly. Your eyes are wide with panic, your breath racing faster than your thoughts. “I can’t. I have things to do. I’m late. I’m so fucking late.”
“They will wait for you,” he assures, struggling to keep your gaze and calm you down. “What can I do? Tell me how to help.”
He’s so sweet, so incredibly handsome with his forehead creased with concern and his pink lips slightly pouting.
“I don’t know! I’m panicking!”
He smiles. “I know. Tell me what you need.”
The shaking has turned into a deep, almost painful shiver that vibrates your entire frame. “I don’t know. I just need… I need to not think for a fucking second and it’ll pass.”
Blue eyes dart around in the void for a moment until an idea sparks. Sebastian leans close and lifts his hands to the side of your face. “May I?”
Unsure of his idea but sure you want his hands on you again, you nod quickly. “Yeah.”
His palms press gently into your cheeks; fingers splay out with a tender heat that flows into you like hot coffee on a cold morning. He holds you there and stares into your eyes again, keeping you safe until the shiver subsides. A smile twitches on his lips and you feel the fear melt.
“Better?”
Without a thought, you push up and into him, kissing his perfectly pink lips.
He startles, eyebrows raising as his eyes close, lungs taking you in with a deep, unexpected breath. He exhales a curious sound somewhere between a moan and an objection and you pull away, stepping out of his space and embrace.
“I’m… I’m sorry-”
Quickly, he shakes his head. He can’t get the words out, stumbling over his shock and desire. “It’s… no. It’s OK. I, uh…”
Shying away, you try to turn, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back. He takes the lead this time, kissing you with purpose and urgency. His lips are soft and hot, his big hands back on your skin. He strokes your cheek and you part your lips for him, gasping as his tongue snakes inside.
Mint and rosemary.
Slick heat and a needy moan.
Panic vanishes and arousal rises. You back up against the wall and he follows. You lick at his lips and he rocks into you, pressing you into the ornate mahogany with his entire weight.
“This is…”
Grinning, he slips a hand behind your head, keeping you close and safe. “Yeah…”
He licks at your lips again and you pull him in, sucking on his tongue while scratching a hand up the back of his neck. He hums and you scrape his scalp teasingly; you tug his hair and he jerks his hips into yours.
Breathless, you pull back an inch to stare at him. Near-death experience or not, he’s gorgeous and your senses are reeling. “Fuck, you’re so hot…”
“Ditto.” Sebastian chuckles lightly at your heated whisper and tips his head back, exposing his muscular throat. He looks down with heavy lashes lidding his beautiful eyes and bites his lips as you trace a finger down the length of his neck. “Feeling any better?”
You hum affirmatively, your lips far too occupied with tasting him to answer fully. He sucks in a breath as you lick at his pulse; moans darkly when your teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh of his ear.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
Ignoring his banter, you push at his firm chest and turn, shoving him up against the wall. He lets you move him, curious as to your plans.
“So much better now,” you whisper, returning to leave a kiss behind his ear. “Thanks.” A deep breath nearly knocks you down as his cologne seeps into your mind and takes over. “Fuck…”
His arms fit around you, hands easily finding their place on your lower back and ass. He squeezes and you let out a noise that drives him crazy. In an instant, he’s back at your lips, destroying your makeup as he tries to drink you down.
Every pulse of his lips makes your pussy throb. Each press of his fingers jolts your heart.
“Of all the elevators in all the world,” he murmurs, “you walked into mine…”
Pulling back, you grab the knot of his tie and tug his chin upward. “Don’t remind me where we are or I’ll start freaking out again.”
Visibly melted by your scolding, Sebastian licks his bottom lip and nods. “Gotcha.”
The tie slides from your fingers as you run your hand down his chest. He sucks in a quick breath and you attack, pulling the exhale out of him with a deep, open kiss. When you reach his belt, you tug and he moans. His right hand lands on your cheek again as he holds the kiss and you slip your hand lower, laying your palm flat against his crotch.
The muscle throbs and you marvel at the feel of him, the thickness growing harder by the second.
“Fuck…”
His head falls back against the wall and you rub him over his slacks, chase his lips, and watch his eyes flutter. He’s beautiful.
“Wait…” He rocks his hips into your hand and you rub a little faster. “I was supposed to be distracting you.”
You grin and suck his bottom lip through your teeth. “I don’t mind.”
Curling your fingers, you find the base of him and smooth your hand down. He stiffens, holds his breath, grits his teeth. His hand clamps down on your wrist and you’re frozen, shocked by the touch and the ease at which he lifts your hand away. In a simple motion, you switch places again and he pins your hand above your head; looks down at you with hunger in his gaze.
“I do.”
Everything fades away as he leans close, holding his kiss back, making you desperate for it. His breath is sunshine on your skin, his fingers like burning embers. Your blood is singing, begging for him.
“Consider me distracted,” you tease, hoping he’ll kiss you again and end your starvation.
Instead of giving in, he bends down and catches the hem of your dress in his hand. His eyes never leave yours, unblinking and intense as he lifts the heavy fabric and bunches it at your hip. He shifts and spreads your legs with his knee as he pushes his hand between your thighs.
The sudden pressure makes your legs shake and you struggle against him, wanting more than the small space and the fancy clothes will allow.
“So warm,” he whispers, still holding back his kiss.
Your pussy clenches and you whimper.
“So needy.” His fingers curl and your teeth dig into your lip.
Your clit is throbbing, your body’s so tight and aching, you wonder if he can feel it through your stockings.
The hand holding your wrist lets go and Sebastian covers your cheek again.
“So beautiful.” He plucks your lips with his thumb and presses the heel of his hand up against your clit in the same moment, drawing a gasp from your lungs. He smiles and gives you his tongue, licking deep into your gaping mouth.
There’s no way you can escape. No way you can strip your layers of clothing away, or drag him to your room and do what needs to be done. He’s growling into your ear as he rubs between your legs, feeling the fire just as intensely.
You grab at his collar, claw at the nape of his neck, pull a fistful of his silky hair. “Fuck. Wanna fuck you so bad…”
His lips follow the line of your throat, teeth dip into the crook of your shoulder. He holds back, afraid to mark you, but the need is there. The pull to leave a tiny bruise behind, claiming you for the evening.
Suddenly, his hand is gone and his thick thigh takes its place. He pushes up against you and you grab at his jacket, holding on as you start to ride him. The friction is heaven but it’s not nearly enough. You want him inside of you, stretching you open, filling you up.
He holds you tight and presses his forehead against yours. Your breaths mix; heavy and fast. Your lip trembles and he slots his mouth against yours. You shudder and he takes over, bouncing his knee as you grind down on him.
“Fuck, I’m so close…”
Your words spin around in his mind and Sebastian gives up trying to hold back. He kisses your throat and then parts his lips, sucking hard at the tender flesh below your ear. The flash of pain breaks you and the pleasure bursts, spreading up from your cunt through every tingling cell inside. You bite down a cry and he pulls back, ready to strike again, lick at your lips, and drive your orgasm higher. A deep hunger takes over as your wetness seeps into his slacks and Sebastian lets out a rumbling growl.
Shaking, you reach again for his belt, determined to pull his cock free and taste him. Once more, he tears your hand away even though he’s painfully hard and desperate to see what your delicious mouth can do. He jabs his knee upward again and sparks ignite behind your eyes. Pleasure takes over and you cling to his shoulders as he lifts you up and braces you on the bar. He kisses your throat, palms your tits; rolls his covered cock against you.
A tug through his hair makes him moan.
A pulse of your hips makes him grunt.
The sound of the alarm pulls him back.
“Fuck!”
Reality crashes down on both of you and Sebastian ducks away, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He can smell you on his fingers and he shivers a bit as your scent is tattooed on his brain.
It’s a struggle to right yourself. The dress falls awkwardly to your toes; your hair refuses to stay in place. Your body is pulsing with energy and it takes all you have not to grab him again.
He’s breathing deeply in the corner, eyes closed and jaw tight.
“I… I don’t know what to say…”
He peeks his blue eyes open as you whisper and tries to find the right words. “Uh-”
The doors open and the moment shatters. He smiles sadly and you turn to the open portal, washed in the bright lights of the lobby.
You’re safe. The Reaper doesn’t want you yet.
The impulse to reach for him is strong, but he shakes his head subtly and hangs back, unable to move just yet.
A pair of drunken twenty-somethings rush inside the elevator, pushing you out. You turn to call to him, but the doors close too quickly, offering you just a final glimpse of deep blue eyes and a sexy smile.
The ballroom is packed with yapping business folk swimming in a sea of black tuxedos and beige gowns. Their voices carry like a mismatched melody on the wind of the jazz band playing by the bar.
Nothing makes sense to you, nothing holds your interest.
The champagne glass warms in your hand and the bubbles tickle your nose.
Your supervisor, Joann drones on about her grandkids, and although you smile and nod in interest, your mind is back in the elevator. When you shut your eyes, you can see his face, so perfectly close. As you take a deep breath, you can smell his cologne. The moment lingers, tugging at your heart. You should have stayed in the elevator. You should have said something, given him your room key, done anything but walk away.
When you open your eyes, a ghost appears in the doorway. Blue eyes find yours, shadowed pink lips curl into a sexy smile.
Your heart swells and your cheeks burn. What are the odds he had been late to the same event? Shly, you turn away to hide your awe as your thoughts swirl. It didn’t seem possible. A look back breaks your heart. He’s gone; a vanished apparition of lustful hope.
“Shit.”
You want to run to the door, search the entire city until you find him again. Before you can move, there are hands on your hips and lips at your ear. You hold your breath and close your eyes as his voice fills your mind.
“You fucked up my suit. My pants are wet.”
A smile pulls at your lips. “I am only partially to blame for that…”
Sebastian laughs softly and slides his right hand forward to rest on your stomach. “I think you owe me.”
“Oh? And what’s the going rate for a Gucci suit these days?”
“Actually, it’s Valentino.”
You huff teasingly. “Well, I’m in trouble then.”
His fingers tense on your stomach and his lips graze your throat. “How about you buy me a drink and we go from there?”
Leaning into him, you turn to capture his lips. “Deal.”
Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)
Summary
You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…
Ella spoke your name softly, pulling your attention away from the pile of laundry you were working through, “Are you sure you want to take some time off?” You’d almost forgotten you were on the phone with her for all of two minutes, tuning out her rambling about some role you had zero interest in. “It’s just… Well, you just got back into things after lockdown and I’d hate for you to miss opportunities…”
You loved her.
You really, really did.
But you were more than a little fed up with her constant pestering.
All week she’d been on your ass about finding the next project–taking the next steps, knowing damn well you had a movie coming out this spring and would start filming another in LA near the end of March, early April.
What more could you possibly do?
February was really your only month off and you wouldn’t catch a break again until the end of July, early August.
You were taking your damn vacation.
And Ella damn knew it too. She was more than just wasting her breath at this point.
“Ella.” You sighed, struggling to keep the frustration out of your voice. “I’m taking this vacation. We’ve talked about this a handful of times now.” You ran a hand down your face, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Seb’s mom needs this. This isn’t about me getting time off, it’s about spending quality time with her. She’s been alone so much recently.” You paused, trying to remain mindful of your tone, “So please don’t ask me again.”
You really didn’t intend for it to come out as stern as it did and you winced slightly at the long silence that followed as soon as the words left your lips.
“No.” The resignation in her voice was obvious, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
You weren’t really sure what else to say and it seemed like she didn’t either. You never really snapped at her like that before but then again she’d never repeatedly ignored your request before either. You made a mental note to check in with Casey and Blake to see what was going on with her. Nothing had changed between the two of you as far as you knew but her attitude towards you for the last week said otherwise.
Thankfully, your saving grace came in the form of your lover’s incoming facetime call.
“Ella.” You said softly, “I have to go, Sebastian’s on the other line and I don’t want to miss him. I’ll call you later?”
“Yeah.” She sounded a little too relieved, “You go ahead. Talk to you later.”
You didn’t waste another second, slamming your thumb down on the green ‘accept’ button. Moments later, Sebastian’s beaming face appeared on the screen.
“There she is.”
Almost four years together and this man still made you blush with just one look.
“Look at you.” He cooed, leaning closer as he rolled over onto his stomach in bed, propping the phone against a pillow. “You look gorgeous, baby.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed in a line to hide your smile as you glanced down at the little nighty you were wearing. You looked like an absolute bum with the weird heatless curl thing you found online wrapped up in your hair, eyepatch things under your eyes, and a mighty patch on your chin.
“You are such a fibber, Sebastian Stan.” You tutted, shaking your head at him. You propped your phone against the laundry basket on your bed and stepped back from the camera to give a little spin.
He gasped, hooded eyes tracing down to ogle your bare legs, “Are you wearing panties under that?”
You rolled your eyes, fighting to suppress a smile. “You are absolutely insatiable, Stan.”
“Only for you, baby.” He chuckled, shooting you a little wink. “Only for you.”
You shot him a shy smile as you picked up a tank top and folded it before placing it neatly in your suitcase. “I’m not.” You admitted quietly, “Wearing panties.”
“I knew it.”
You couldn’t hold back the laugh burst from your lips, “You did not.”
“God, I needed to hear your laugh.”
If you thought you were blushing hard before, you were sure you were red as a tomato now.
“I miss you so much, sweetheart.” He sighed softly, eyes locked on yours through the camera and in that moment you wished you were looking at them in real time, not through a screen.
No camera could ever bring justice to those cerulean eyes.
“I miss you more, Seb. “ You frowned a little, “I wish you could come with us tomorrow.”
He breathed out a drawn out sigh, “Me too. You know I would if I could.”
Twenty three days since you’ve been without him.
You wish you could say it got easier with time, having him away, but it didn’t. It wasn’t like this is the longest you’d spent away from him either. But for obvious reasons, it was harder to let him go this time. You were finally in a good place, you spent the holidays in complete bliss–just you and him in your own little world,then reality set back in and it was time to go to work again.
Things were going good between the two of you.
Better than good, even.
But part of you couldn’t help but wonder if that was because he was trapped up in his own little world on set in Canada and Catalina was all the way back home in Spain.
Life was easier when she wasn’t around and you weren’t the slightest bit ready for her inevitable return to the states when Sebastian finished filming ‘Fresh’ and returned to LA with you.
You knew the second she caught wind that he was back, she would hop her desperate ass on a plane first thing. And then you’d finally be forced to meet her.
God, you didn’t even want to think about what that would be like. All you knew, was that she definitely wasn’t going to like you. There was absolutely no way you were going to put up with her shi-
Sebastian called your name, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Sorry.” You shook your head, shaking yourself from those thoughts.
There was no need to get ahead of yourself. It was still January, that was a few months away yet.
“Where did you go?” He looked a little concerned, it was honestly a little cute with his brows all furrowed and his bottom lip plumped out in a small pout. “You okay?”
You laughed a little to yourself, picking up your phone before plopping on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry. I was getting ahead of myself.” You shook your head, shoulders sagging a little, “I was just thinking about when I’m going to see you next–which is around my birthday,” You waved your hand lazily in front of you, “If everything works out of course. And it just reminded me that I’m going to have to meet Catalina and deal with her and yeah.”
His expression fell a little and you felt bad for bringing it up. But you were trying to be better about communicating your thoughts and feelings so you knew it was the right thing to do.
“I kinda forgot about her.” He tried to cover his initial reaction with a small laugh but you didn’t miss the way his eyes dimmed a little. “I actually got a call from Blake today. I almost forgot to tell you.” He shrugged, chuckling to himself, “I guess she had a little solo pap walk today and in every picture she is holding her phone out in front of her, flashing her lockscreen. You couldn’t see it clearly but it was obviously one of the pictures we took in Ibiza.” He shook his head, running a hand down his face, “We took so much footage that day.”
You don’t even try to hide your grimace, nose scrunching in disgust and teeth bared, “She’s kinda pathetic isn’t she?”
“She’s embarrassing me.”
“I’m sorry for bringing her up.” You frowned, tilting your head a little as you took him in, “I was just on the phone with Ella and she’s been up my ass about taking on another project instead of going on vacation and it got me thinking about the next couple months.” You glanced away from the camera, eyes trailing over your half packed suitcase, “After this, I’ll be booked until early August–just in time for your birthday, I guess.”
“It’s alright, honey.” Sebastian shook his head, his brows pulled down and his lips pressed together as his eyes wandered over your face, “You never have to be sorry for that. We can talk about these things–we should.” He paused, dipping closer to the camera, “You can talk to me about anything–everything. We are doing so good about being open and communicating. We are in a really good spot and I don’t want to lose that because you are holding things in for my sake.”
You nodded, “You’re right.”
You bit your lip to hide a smirk, “I don’t think she’ll like me much.”
“Well,” Sebastian’s nose scrunched cutely, that half smirk that always makes your heart race split across his face, “She doesn’t like me either… But she does like the attention my name brings her so…” He gave a little shrug, “She’ll either try to mooch off you or-”
“Nah.” You interject with a short laugh, “She thinks I’m the one thing standing between her and having you completely. She’s going to make my life a living hell. I’m sure of it.”
“Don’t say that.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I won’t let her fuck with you, baby. That’s not going to happen.”
“Sebastian.” You huffed lightly, keeping your tone soft, “You and I both know you only have so much control here now. There is only so much we can do. She runs the show now and as long as she doesn’t break contract, no one is going to stop her.”
He mumbled your name, voice full of sorrow.
“It’s fine, love.” You forced a smile, one you knew he most definitely saw right through. “Seriously, it’ll all work out. Besides, what’s the worst she can do? As long as we got each other, we will be fine.”
He didn’t look fully convinced but let it go, for your sake you were sure.
“And I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have an early flight tomorrow and would rather hear all about your day.” You shoved your suitcase over, and plopped over on your belly, “How’s my girl, Daisy?”
“Oh my God.” Your lover groaned, “You talked to her twice and now you love her more than me! This is absolutely unacceptable.”
“She’s so cute though.” You pouted, “I want to adopt her as our daughter.”
“She’s twenty three, babe!”
“So?”
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January 29, 2021
“Everything okay, dragă?”
You glanced up from your phone to meet Georgeta’s concerned gaze.
Your brows furrowed as you took in the messages lighting up your screen, “Yeah, just..” You shifted in your seat, shoving your phone back in your clutch. Hoping once it was out of your sight, it would be out of your mind. “I’ve been getting really weird messages and comments over the past couple days on all social media platforms.” You took a quick sip of water to clear your throat when your voice cracked, “I think it’s the same couple accounts just bombarding me but,” You trail off, shaking your head, “They are kind of nasty messages.”
That definitely didn’t ease her concern and you kinda felt bad for bringing it up but honestly it had been eating at you over the past few days and you really needed to get it off your chest.
It wasn’t unusual for you to get a gross comment here or there but since arriving at the resort down here in Mexico, it was like someone had opened the floodgates and your inbox and notifications were drowning with messages, comments, and tags. All of them shitting on your acting, your body, your clothes, your hair–everything and anything they could think of.
They were picking you apart.
And you didn’t know why.
It wasn’t like you had done anything recently. You hadn’t posted since before Christmas, and the last pap walk you did was with cast mates back on set in early december. It was quiet for you as of lately press wise, so you don’t understand what could’ve brought this unwarranted attention on.
You had planned to post a little of your trip, maybe a nice sunset picture or something to show your fans you were, in fact, alive but now you weren’t so sure it was a good idea. It wasn’t worth it to subject yourself to more hate.
Georgeta called your name softly, “What are they saying?”
You shrugged a little, brushing it off, “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t understand why this is happening all of a sudden.”
“It does matter though.” She frowned, reaching across the table to place her hand over yours, rubbing softly across your knuckles with her thumb, “It’s clearly bothering you. I can see it all over your face whenever you look at your phone.”
Just like her son, Georgeta had a talent for reading you. You could never ever get anything past the two of them.
You breathed out a soft sigh, eyes trailing the room around you as you leaned over the table, closer to her, “They’ve been messaging me, saying things like ‘Kill yourself’, ‘He doesn’t love you’ I’m not sure who they mean, not a single soul knows about Seb and I outside people we trust or have signed an NDA.” You shake your head, reaching to grab your half filled wine glass before taking a hefty sip. “A lot of shit about my body, my hair, my clothes. ‘She’s a terrible actress’, ‘She has nothing going for her’, ‘She’s ugly’. Every insult that you can think of, they’ve said it.”
“Miere.” The tone of her voice was nearly enough to make you cry, and the expression on her face didn’t help either. “That is awful. I am so sorry.” She reached for your hand again, taking your right between her own and bringing it to her lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, “They don’t deserve you or your attention. You are so much better than that.”
You blinked back the tell tale burn behind your eyes and tried with everything inside you to plaster on even the smallest of smiles. You’re sure it came across as more of a pained grimace than anything.
“Does my son know?”
“No.” You shook your head, “I didn’t want to distract him and really, it’s not like he can do anything to stop it.” You shrugged half heartedly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “There’s nothing any of us can do. I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me. I should just turn off my notifications and log out of social media for a while.”
“No.” Georgeta nearly shouted and her eyes widened as she looked around to make sure she hadn’t bothered anyone else in the restaurant. “You shouldn’t let them control you–Don’t let them win. They do not dictate your life. So you know what…” She stopped the waiter on his way by, “Can we get the check? And a bottle of red to go?”
“Of course.” The nice young man replied, “It’ll just be a moment.”
“Georgeta!” You giggled, “Don’t you want dessert?”
“No.” She smirked, “We are taking the bottle of wine down to the beach and we’re going to drink the entire thing down by the water and then I’m going to take picture of you dancing in the waves and then,” She scrunched her nose at you, waving her fingers in your direction, “You’re going to post a few.”
Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest right then and there. Georgeta was, hands down, the best woman you’ve ever met in your entire life and she never failed to amaze you.
“Are you serious, right now? Isn’t it dark out?” Your brows furrowed and you leaned forward to whisper the last bit. “Is it even legal to bring the wine down there?”
She rolled her eyes at you, an expression you could only describe as a ‘what-the-actual-fuck’ on her face, “We literally drank margaritas on the beach earlier. This restaurant belongs to the resort, of course we can bring the fucking wine.”
“Oh my God.” Your laugh was loud, so loud it drew eyes to your table, “Did you just say ‘fuck’? Georgeta!!” You shook your head, eyes wide, “I cannot believe you just said that.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Your eyes widened even further, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, “What the– Do…Do you kiss you-your son with that mouth?”
For a second she looked a little bashful, her cheeks all rosy and her smile shy. She let out a little giggle, fingers pressed to her lips as she looked at you with wide, pretty eyes, “I think I’m a little drunk.”
“I was going to say,” You chuckled, “How much have you had to drink? Did you take a couple shots while getting ready for dinner?”
“Maybe.” She drew out her answer with a little giggle, giving her shoulders a small shrug.
Your eyes widened again, “Are you serious?” You laughed to yourself, in complete and utter shock. “I was kidding but you were serious! Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend’s mama?”
Taking Georgeta on vacation had shown you a completely different side of her. You always got on well before, you enjoyed the same things and brought something to the table that each of you lacked in other relationships–you as the daughter she never had and she as the mother figure you always lacked.
You were used to the put together, sweet, never-swore-a-day-in-her-life-and-only-had-one-glass-of-wine Georgeta. Not once had you expected to ever meet party-animal Georgeta.
And you were so here for it.
“Oh, miere, I’m having such a wonderful time with you.” She cooed, finishing her wine glass off before rising from the table. She tossed a debit card towards you, “I have to use the ladys room before we go to the beach,” She pointed at you, shooting you a stern look, “Use that card to pay for dinner. I’ll know if you don’t.”
You laughed, “Sure. Hurry though, there is more fun to be had.”
You watched her go, not missing the way she pulled her phone from her own clutch before she disappeared down the hall. You had no doubt she was calling Sebastian to tell him about what was going on. He was probably trying to get a hold of you both if the two missed phone calls you found waiting for you when you drew your own phone out of your clutch while waiting for the waiter to return with your bill and wine.
You should’ve told him about what was going down–the hate you were receiving. Thinking about it now, you admit it was wrong, especially after talking about communicating more and expressing your feelings. You honestly hadn’t thought it was a big deal and part of you was hoping that it would just blow over in a couple days. And you hadn’t told Georgeta not to say anything to him either so there was no doubt he was hearing about it at this very moment. She clearly had no filter when she had one too many glasses of wine.
That was fine, you could explain it to him later.
He wouldn’t necessarily be mad, he’d be upset for you if anything.
And maybe he’d have a better idea about it than you. Especially the comments about this undisclosed ‘he’ these accounts were messaging you about.
Could it be about him?
It’s possible but unless it was someone close to you targeting you that didn’t make sense. You meant it when you said no one outside of who you wanted to know, knew about your relationship. You had always been careful about sharing that piece of information and being mindful when in public, even more so with this fauxmance in full swing.
Maybe you were overthinking it, it was probably just some fan pissed off that you worked with their favorite. You just wrapped filming with Rege, you work with Henry regularly, and your next project that was announced in early December was with Pedro Pascal. They were all known heartthrobs, and naturally they all had jealous fangirls.
Either way, you would put it out of your mind for the night–heck, maybe even the rest of this vacation and actually enjoy yourself.
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“Are you sure you’re good?”
Not in a million years did you ever think you’d be tucking your boyfriend’s drunk mother in for bed, yet here you were.
Georgeta giggled loudly, directly into your ear, “I’m great, meire. Oh, I love you.” She wrapped her arms around your neck, yanking you down before pressing a handful of kisses across your cheeks and forehead, “Love you so much, Fiica mea.”
Fiica mea
You hadn’t heard that one before. You made a mental note to ask Sebastian.
You laughed, using the last of your strength to untangle yourself from her after placing a kiss of your own against her forehead, “Love you too. Sleep good.”
She mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed and mouth hanging open as she snoozed comfortably in her bed. She was still dressed in the sundress she’d worn to dinner and hopefully she wasn’t too bothered that you left her to sleep in her makeup. There was no way you were going to even attempt that. Not when it took you every last bit of energy to get her up from the beach.
You were pretty drunk yourself, stumbling steps with heavy limbs as you made your way through the day space of your suite and into your own room. You snatched your phone out of your clutch and stumbled into the bathroom, shivering at the cool air nipping at your wet skin.
You’d done the photoshoot.
And you’d had the time of your absolute life running through the waves in your white, long summer dress. It was just the two of you down there and you’d gone a little buckwild. There are over a hundred photos to attest to that.
You had never felt sexier than in that moment and looking at the pictures after, you looked sexy too.
Who knew Georgita had a talent for photography?
And after tonight, she would be accompanying you to every photoshoot for the rest of your life because she was the best hypewoman you’d ever had.
You leaned forward against the counter, elbows pressed to the cool granite as you swiped through your phone. You smiled to yourself when you found Sebastian’s contact and hit call. Not even a second later and his smiling face appeared on the screen.
“Hi.” You beamed.
“Hey, baby.” He chuckled, eyes squinting a little as he took you in, “Are you wet? Are you drunk?”
You giggled a little, “Yes,” You paused, rubbing your fingers against your chin, “ And maybe.”
“Yeah, my mom sounded like it on the phone.” He shook his head, smile growing across his lips, “And I saw your instagram post, baby,” He groaned, head lolling back against the headboard, “You looked so fucking good. It’s not fair how gorgeous you are.”
“Are you sure?” You grimaced, crossing your arms over your chest in hopes to stop your shivering, “It’s not too much?”
“No baby, not at all.” And you could tell he meant it, even with the buzz in your head. “You look absolutely gorgeous, the wet dress stuck to your body–showing off your curves but not revealing too much. You look..” He waved his hands, “You look so happy and carefree. I wanted to jump into the picture and join you.”
“I love you.” Your bottom lip jutted out on a little pout, “You always know what to say and it’s never just ‘you look good’ you always give reasoning and point out what it looks good…” You pause, “Am I even making sense?” You shrug, “Your mom is a bad influence and forced me to drink two bottles of wine with her.”
He belted out a loud laugh, the sound warming you to your core, “First of all, baby, you’re shivering please take off the wet dress and either get in the shower or put your robe on. We can still talk, just do something, I hate seeing you like that when I can’t hold you or help.”
You smiled to yourself as you moved to flick the shower on and began unwrapping yourself from the dress after you propped your phone up on the counter.
“Second of all, thank you again for doing this. She needed this so bad.” He smiled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck, “She keeps sending me pictures and telling me all about how much she loves you and how much fun she is having. I appreciate you so much, sweetheart.”
“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” You smile brightly at him through the camera, ignoring the way he discreetly ogles you as you let the dress fall to the floor, leaving you completely bare and exposed. “You know I love spending time with her and that I love her as if she were my own.” You close the distance, picking up your phone before stepping into the shower. “I hope you know that, from here on out, she’ll be accompanying me to every photoshoot. She’s the best hypewoman ever.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” You let loose a little laugh as you set the phone up on a shelf, making sure it was out of the water before dipping under the stream to get your hair wet. “I’ll send you all the pictures. I got some of her too. You’re gonna love them.”
He hummed in agreement, the sound coming from deep in his chest and sending shivers down your spine, “Of course I will. My two favorite girls–the ones I love the most in this world. I can’t wait to see them, baby.”
You paused your shampooing to give him a pout, “I miss you so much.”
“I miss you more, gorgeous.” He shot you a sad smile, “I would give anything to be with you right now, in that shower.”
You spun around, pointing a finger at him, “Are you trying to get dirty with me, Sebastian Stan?”
The laugh he let out lit you up from inside out, “No.” He tossed his hands up in a defensive stance, “Of course not. Why would I want to get dirty with my sexy, wet girlfriend while she’s showering right in front of me?” He playfully rolled his eyes, “That’s just insane!”
You giggled, “Well,”
“Are you..?”
You shrugged a little, hands trailing teasingly over your breast.
“Fuck.”
Tonight you’d indulge with him and tomorrow you could talk.
Clearly Georgeta hadn’t told him about the hate and it’s definitely something that could be dealt with later.
Ok imagine Sebastian Stan and his wife or girlfriend, reader has a premature daughter or son. Seb and reader are loving and protective parents over their child
Little Miracle
Sebastian Stan x Wife Reader
Summary: Being parents for some people was a dream come true, for you and Sebastian the arrival of your daughter Elodie was a miracle, for the first few weeks you both thought she wouldn’t make it, but she proved you two wrong
Warnings: talks of hospitals, depression, some angst, very soft and loving dad and husband Seb, just very sweet
A/N: Thank you for the request anon, this is my first time writing for Seb! I hope I did this request justice and that you all enjoy it!
Word Count: 914
Elodie spent those two first months in the NICU at the best pediatric hospital in New York City, being cared for by the sweetest team of nurses and doctors, you two would always be so grateful to them for taking such great care of El. Of course, the two of you couldn’t stay at the hospital with her, so everyday you’d wake up, go to the NICU, and spent the day with her, doing skin to skin, talking to her, and helping the nurses feed her.
Elodie spent those two first months in the NICU at the best pediatric hospital in New York City, being cared for by the sweetest team of nurses and doctors, you two would always be so grateful to them for taking such great care of El. Of course, the two of you couldn’t stay at the hospital with her, so everyday you’d wake up, go to the NICU, and spent the day with her, doing skin to skin, talking to her, and helping the nurses feed her.
It was a trying experience and one that Sebastian will never forget, he’d never seen someone as perseverant as you, his wife, who despite not sleeping, battling depression, and having a hard time eating, was getting up and taking on the day with purpose, and with strength and determination for the better days to come.
“You just going to stand over there gawking handsome?”
You smiled looking over at Seb who was still leaning against the wall, a smile now on his face as he heard your voice
“I was thinking about it yeah”
The soft sound of Elodie letting out a few squeaks caught your attention, and you looked down, she was growing slowly but surely, and god she was looking more and more like her daddy everyday
“Yeah, you want some attention from daddy too huh?”
Sebastian laughed and finally joined you two on the couch, settling down softly in behind you, letting you rest your weight on his chest, his arms wrapping around the two of you. When he ran his fingers across Elodie’s little cheek she took his pointer finger in her hand and just held it there, you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes
There were so many moments in the past three months that really allowed you to reflect and in turn feel so lucky that the universe allowed you to be a parent to Elodie. From seeing her tiny body in an incubator hooked up to wires and Sebastian watching her with a fierce protection, to now watching as she holds onto him gently. Moments like this still to this day bringing both the unwelcome memories as well as the new welcomed ones, you were so caught up in your head, you hadn’t realized the rush of war tears cascading down your face
“Baby? What’s wrong, does something hurt?”
You shook your head quickly, rotating slightly so you could look up at him, his eyes filled with worry
“No, I-I just was thinking a-about everything that’s happened, I’m fine really…promise”
He brought his free hand up to wipe your cheeks before holding your face gently
“It’s okay to let it out pretty girl, you’ve been through a lot the past three months, even the strongest of mom’s need to feel and let go every once in a while”
Seb watched you carefully his eyes never leaving yours, he didn’t want to look away for one second, knowing he almost did lose you a few weeks after Elodie was born, you were his entire world
“I will always be behind you to support you, lift you up and remind you of how strong you are, how beautiful you are, Elodie is so lucky to have you as her mom, and I am even luckier to have you as my wife. You continue to amaze me every day with the strength you use to fill our days with laughter, smiles and pure genuine love”
He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips as you sniffled, closing your eyes for a few short moments, his hand smoothing over your head a few times
“I love you Seb, I don’t say it nearly enough, but I wouldn’t have made it through this without you, Elodie and I are so fortunate to be loved by you, I hope you know that”
Seb smiled and nodded his head as you settled back down on his shoulder, his little bee still fast asleep on your chest, a mental snapshot he’d remember for life
“I love you too baby, you don’t always need to say it, you show me throughout each and every day, I’d bring you two the moon and the stars if I could”
The moon and the stars that littered the night sky, which was your ceiling for a lot of your first dates when the two of you met. It became a saying every night when he dropped you off, because if he would, he’d bring you and his precious baby the entire night sky and all it’s beauty. So, laying here, underneath blankets, wrapped up in an abundance of love, he made a promise to himself that he was going to do whatever he could to bring you both the whole universe, because you deserved nothing less.
Warning: smut, unprotected sex, sexual tension, fliming a underwear ad(if that's considered as a warning).
As the movie you recently starred with Sebastian Stan was sponsored by Calvin Klein You had to do an advertisement and a photoshoot.
Today was the day assigned for the ad. You were talking to your makeup artist. You stood like an angel in your Calvin Klein underwear with a robe hanging loosely on you. Sebastian admired your body from further. He wished to hold your body and tear that underwear off your body and fuck you hard and rough against the wall. But he resisted all his desire and temptation.
"Are you guys ready?" The director asked.
"Yes." You and Sebastian answered.
"Okay at first y/n stands in the kitchen cooking in her robe. Sebastian enters. Sees y/n and removes her robe and admires her. Eyes should be filled with lust. Got it?" The director explained the shot.
"Got it." You said.
"Yep." Sebastian said.
"Everyone to their position."
You went over to where the kitchen props were set.
"Action." The director boomed.
You pretend to cook the food on the food which was already cooked. You swayed your hips like you were enjoying cooking. Sebastian slowly entered the frame. Undressing you with his eyes biting his lips. He placed his hands on your hips and dragged it to your stomach. He pulled you against him. You felt some emotions you know you shouldn't have. You were turned on. So was he. You could feel his hard cock against your ass.
He untied the robe you were wearing. His fingers brushed against your skin when he was removing it. He threw them on the floor. He turned around so you were looking at him. You looked straight into his blue eyes, drowning in it. You watched his eyes darkened with lust.
You tiptoed unconsciously hovering your lips over his. He bent a bit forward.
You tried to distance yourself from him slightly.
But his fingers slipped inside your panties and pulled you closer to him. A gasp and a quiet giggle escaped your mouth.
His lips touched yours but you both weren't kissing.
"Cut." The director boomed.
But you and Sebastian just keep on staring into each other's eyes refusing to leave one another's body heat.
"CUT." The director shouted loudly. You and Sebastian got startled. You picked up your robe putting it on and got the hell out of there.
The next shot was near the swimming and you were sure if you were ready for it.
Something unspoken was going on between you and Sebastian. You knew it. Sebastian knew it. Almost the whole world knew it.
"Are you guys ready for the next shot?" The director asked.
"I'm so ready." Sebastian said, offering a polite smile.
"Me too." You said.
“In this shot, y/n you are just gonna swim around and later Sebastian enters and holds you in a sensual way.”
You mentally prepared yourself for the shot. Thinking you could resist him, you got in the pool. You swimmed around. The director signalled Sebastian to get in the pool. He swimmed towards you. It was like the movies where the main character slowly swims toward the love interests. You stopped swimming and looked at him. Your eyes darkened. Your breathing pattern changed.
A sexy smile played on his lips. He grabbed your hips and held in a sensual way just like he was told to do. Your hands roamed all over his sculpted abs. You placed a small kiss on his chest.
He leaned down, you could hear him breathing.
“I wish i could fuck you right now.” he whispered in your year. You could feel yourself throbbing down there. You bit your lips.
“I think I should help you to bite your lips.”
“Do it.” you said.
His lips found their way to yours. He playfully bit your lips. His tongue explored your mouth.
“cut .That was awesome.” the director applauded.
You and Sebastian pulled away. Laughing in happiness that you both finally got a taste of each other. Tints of blush could be found in your face and his.
Everyone packed up the set and went home. It was just you and Sebastian in the hotel you were filming in.
you knocked on his room door. He opened the door. He stood there drying his hair with a towel wearing no shirt. You were drooling.
“I… um… do you.” you stammered for words.
“What do you want, y/n/n?’
“You.” you breathed out.
He dropped the towel and grabbed your face and kissed you. You both kissed and stumbled in. you closed the door with your leg. You and him fell on the mattress, never breaking the kiss.
“I want you inside me, sebastian.” you said against the kiss.
You both undressed hurriedly. He entered his cock inside into your clit. He slammed himself inside you fast.
Moans and gasp spilled from your mouth. You really enjoyed Sebastian moaning your name.
You clutched the bedsheet tightly in your hands. You came undone on his cock, you felt him fill the inside of you.
a sneak peek at a new fic im workin on!!! my main thought process going into this one is
sebastian is not a confirmed pleasure dom sebastian is not a confirmed pleasure dom sebastian is not a confirmed pleasure dom sebastian is not a confirmed pleasure dom sebastian is not a confirmed pleasure dom sebastian is not a confi—
Your fist balled, taking the sheets of the bed with it. Your other hand made its way to the back of Sebastian’s neck, threading through the short hairs and yanking on them as much as you could. It felt like all of your senses were being overwhelmed. A culmination of emotions and sensations that were all leading to your inevitable tumble into ecstasy.
“Come on, Y/N.” Sebastian pressed a kiss into the inside of your thigh, talking into the plush flesh. His words send pleasant vibrations through your flushed skin, drawing a moan out of you from deep down.
