Summary: jealousy is no one’s friend || prof!//college au
Pairing: professor stan & evans // evanstan x reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: flirting, sexual innuendos
A/N: here is part 2: learn your lesson (sequel to hit the books)
You barely made it to the research labs on time, and you knew you were screwed - for lack of a better term - when you walked in. Professor Stan eyed you up and down, a frown tugging at his lips as he turned to one of your colleagues. You sighed, shoving your bag and coat into the first open cubbie you spotted, before taking a seat at your desk.
You pulled out your laptop, and as you waited for the research materials to open up, you took the time to stretch. You cracked your back against the chair, and nearly fell out of it when you heard his voice.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you come in tonight, Y/N.” You glanced behind you, watching Professor Stan move to sit next to you. You felt a nervous warmth wash over you, and you tugged at the sleeves of your sweater.
“Why’s that, Professor?” He smiled, resting his arm on the back of your chair, his hand barely grazing the back of your shoulder.
“I may or may not have overheard about the fun you had last night.” You locked eyes with him as he smirked, the nervous warmth now burning your face as you tried not to look embarrassed.
“How much did you hear… about that?” The professor stood up abruptly, waving someone away as he walked behind you.
“Just enough, Y/N. Now please, get to work. I don’t want to have to punish you later for wasting precious time.” You swallowed thickly, unaware that your breathing had become labored as he walked away, not turning to look back at you. Oh, shit.
A couple of hours had passed, and you finally won over Professor Stan. He was vastly intrigued by the work you had come up with, and he couldn’t stop reading your work. You gave yourself a mental high-five, proud that you had been able to make up for the fact you were late - again. He was tugging at the knot of his tie, running a hand through his hair as he continued reading your work.
After another fifteen or so minutes, he rose from his seat, pulling his phone out, typing away furiously. He glanced up at you when he felt your stare boring into him, and a small smile graced his lips when he met your gaze.
“Excellent work, you never cease to amaze me. I’ll be right back; think you can handle them for a bit?” He nodded in the direction of the other students, who were in the middle of a debate over the quality of some data entries they had found.
“Yes, Professor. I’ll make sure they behave.” He chuckled at your words, licking his lips as he watched you shy away from his gaze.
“I like the sound of that, Y/N.” He walked away, mumbling away into his phone, leaving you an awkward mess. What was that all about?!
A few moments later, Professor Stan returned, followed by someone you had only heard about by word of mouth; Professor Evans.
Everyone adored Evans; he was one of the kindest professors on campus, allowing students the opportunities to make up exams and quizzes, as well as offering various forms of extra credit. And as always, there were rumors circulating those ‘types’ of extra credit, but there was never actual proof Professor Evans was anything but the sweet gentleman everyone made him out to be.
You couldn’t help but stare at the professor, especially his baby blue eyes, which stood out even more than Professor Stan’s - which you had never thought could be rivaled. You heard a subtle snapping sound behind you, and you turned around to face the professors, as they stood at the front of the room.
“Well, as most of you may know, this is Professor Evans, one of my very good friends here on campus. He’s been intrigued with this project since the beginning, so I thought we’d give him a little show and tell, hm?” Professor Stan clapped his hands, grinning alongside Professor Evans, who seemed very happy to be there. You locked eyes with him for just a moment, and you could’ve sworn he flashed you a smirk before turning to look at Professor Stan.
You were busy working on your paper when you heard someone clear their throat. Turning around, you nearly choked on the pencil between your teeth. Professor Stan laughed, walking over to your right side. You locked eyes with Professor Evans, and you couldn’t help but smile. He smiled back, taking the seat on your other side. He rested his arm on the back of your chair, and leaned in close, looking over the paper on your screen.
“It-It’s almost done; just a few more data entries to add in, and then I have to go over it once more-”
“I’m sure it’s just perfect. Professor Stan says you’re one of his best. And I have to say - I agree.” You felt a familiar warmth overtake you, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“I told you, Evans, she’s a marvel. I’d let you borrow her sometime, but I’m a possessive man.” You bit your tongue after hearing Professor Stan’s words, trying your best to hold back the shock most likely written across your face. Professor Evans glanced up at Stan, smirking before meeting your gaze.
“I’m sure we can share, Sebastian. How does that sound, Y/N?” He smiled at you sweetly.
“Yes, yes that sounds just fine!” You squeaked, covering your mouth with your hand as you felt a wave of embarrassment. Both professors chuckled at your response, and Professor Stan rested a hand on your shoulder, gripping it lightly.
“I sure do love the sound of that.” He practically whispered the words into your ear before rising, walking around the desk. “We’ll be back shortly; we have a few more students to see. Good work, Y/N. I’m proud.” He flashed you a smile, Professor Evans doing the same before they made their way over to the other side of the labs. You smiled back, before turning around in your chair, internally screaming at yourself. What the fuck was that?
The night was drawing to a close, and most of your colleagues were wrapping up for the night. You just finished putting your things in your bag when you realized your coat was missing. You looked up, Professor Evans only inches away from you. You gasped quietly, and all he could do was laugh.
“Looking for this?” He raised his arm, your coat draped over it. You sighed, nodding. “So it is yours?”
You tilted your head in confusion - did he not just see me nod my head? You nodded again, and you heard him mumble something before he moved away.
“You’ve got to tell him it’s yours, Y/N. He’s a very vocal man.” Professor Stan’s voice came from behind, and you couldn’t help but smile shyly, avoiding Professor Evans’ gaze.
“It-It’s mine, Professor. Sorry.” You looked up, seeing your coat right in front of you. You tentatively took it from his grasp, smiling once more before slipping it on. As you headed for the door, you heard whispered talking, followed by your name.
“Do you mind coming by my home office tomorrow evening? Before the study group? I have some things I want to discuss for next semester.” Professor Stan smiled, running his hand through his hair as Professor Evans watched you, licking his lips.
Warnings: smut(18+), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, brief mention of anal, oral (female recieving), talk of pregnancy and uncertainty
Author's Note: ooooh boy. This is the first smut I'm posting, but trust me, I have quite a few. I really enjoy this one though and I have a Tom one queued up that's kinda like this. Let me know what you think and as always, enjoy! 😊
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It was often she was left speechless by the man of her dreams. The stubble. The slicked back hair. The gentle baby blue eyes. The occasional Romanian omitted from his crimson lips. He knew what to say and do and how to say and do it. He flaunted what he could to impress her and it always worked. He often caught the ruby tint in her cheeks and across her clavicles, smiling to himself. She loved her name rolling off his tongue. Especially in the morning when he was checking to see if she was awake before slipping his arm from under her neck, brushing baby hairs from the back of it and kissing the tip of her spine over the skin. Every time he touched her, it sent shivers across her body, leaving a wave of goosebumps across her soft skin which he would always notice. He would feign dumbfoundedness, stroking her arms as if she were cold. She could see right through him and knew he was playing her. To that she would lean into him, her hand falling to his upper thigh and squeezing, the grip on her arms constricting as he realized her intentions. The same way he had teased her, she was mirroring, and for some odd reason, the thought of her crouched over him, clad in nothing but her lace panties, humming with her lips around him was the only imagine in his mind, starting a steady pulsation of his own heartbeat in the shaft she was clutching for dear life. He excused himself from his guests, pacing quickly to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. He didn't expect her to follow, and when the door shifted slightly he gave a weak,
"I'll be right out." There was a pause before she responded,
"Seb, it's me." His breath caught in his throat, heat coursing over his body. He slowly reached up, the click of the lock reverberating on both sides of the hard wood. She pushed her palm against it, her eyes locking with his before she was closing it again, leaning against it,
"You okay?" She squeaked out, his head pulling a nod and his eyes raking over her body,
"Yes. I just want you. Right now." As if she didn't already sense that, her eyes widened, her gaze dropping from his,
"And what about everyone else? What if they hear? What if they know?" He shrugged, truly not caring,
"What if?" Instantaneously his lips were ghosting over her neck, his warm breath fanning over her blazing skin. She had seen him not care, on the nights when he would bend her over the foot of their bed and make her scream his name, coaxing a climax from her.
His intentions were different though. He wasn't in for just screwing her. He wanted to take in every inch of her. Under the burning, white light of the bathroom, he admired her soft skin, kissing delicately from her jawline to her shoulder, slipping the thin strap from her flesh. She tilted her head, her breathing heavy, and her eyes fluttering shut. His wide hands skimmed up her sides, bunching the chiffon around her ribcage. She let his caloused fingers slip the zipper along it's track, the blush colored material falling from her body. He pulled pins from her hair, taking her cheek in his palm,
"So beautiful." She was the ultimate paragon to what he liked, hair dangling just past her shoulders, eyes glistening a delicate color that reflected her intimacy towards him. For the past year and a half she had devoted herself to him, apprehending his stress and anxiety from filming, serving as his pillow when he just needed her fingers through his hair. He always felt bad, seemingly using her but she didn't mind, always ready to serve him when she was needed. Standing before him in a pushup bra and lace thong, her hands were tucked behind her, her chest heaving. He shrugged his suit jacket from his shoulders, her fingers encircling his wrist,
"You wanna be a little dangerous?" Her eyebrow quirked and her cotton candy pink lip was caught between her snow colored teeth. He shrugged, reaching forward to trace her hipbone with his fingertip,
"What do you have in mind?" She bumped him back with her own chest, his eyes meeting the soft curve of her bottom as she peeked out into the hallway before closing the door again,
"There's a lounge down the hall. I'm gonna run down there like this," she ran her hands over his chest, "follow me?" He leaned down, his lips adorning a smile, before he whispered to her,
"Always." She grinned, beckoning him with her finger, checking the hall once more before running half-naked down the hallway, a squeal leaving her lips as she dipped into the dark room, waiting for him. When he finally did stoop to grab her crumpled dress, he sighed, shaking his head at the thought of his crazy girl. He strutted down the hallway, met with a soft blow to the head which even in the dark he knew was her bra, trying to find the sprightly girl. Just as he caught a glimpse of her, she was pouncing on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, both of their snickers breaking the silence. She released him, starting to unbutton his shirt,
"Its not very fair I'm nearly naked and all you have off is your jacket." Her lips were pressed against his now bare chest as she stood on her toes to kiss his neck. He ran his large hands across her body, crinkling her panties before she was lifted off of her feet, her legs around his waist. He laid her on the leather couch in the center of the room, her body a delicate lemon yellow from the vending machine rumbling away in the corner. He kissed across her body, leaving a trail of wet spots in his wake. She hummed in satisfaction as he pulled the lace bottoms from her body, eyes scanning the soft skin adorning her hips. He ran one rough hand across her pelvis and abdomen, extending his arm out to mold her breasts to his hand. She laid beneath him, her breathing spasmotic, her chest surging and descending rhythmicly. He leaned down, returning the favor of pecking her neck fleetly. She watched through hooded lids as he slid out of the rest of his clothes, admiring the shelf of his bottom as he threw his slacks aside,
"So sexy." She groaned as he slid back between her legs, holding her calves,
"Lookin in a mirror baby?" She smiled, giggling lightly, running her hands across his arms as he leaned back down, kissing her face,
"I want you to make me scream so loud all your friends remember your name." He smiled, exhaling a laugh through his nose,
"I want to savor you baby. It'll be slow and all about you." Before she could stop him, his lips were connected to her folds, circling around her clit. Her back arched, his eyes never leaving her bliss stricken face. She moaned, her penciled in eyebrows furrowing as she attempted to contain herself. She reached around with the hand not in his hair, gripping the arm of the leather sofa tightly, her fingertips white. Breathy moans left her lips and he knew she loved the attention. The fact that he could do anything and she would be game drove him further, his arms wrapping around her thighs.
He loved her so much. The way she writhed beneath him, so caught up in the pleasure he was supplying her with. The way she knew how to make him feel good and always set her mind to do so no matter how exhausted she was. But he especially loved her outside of the bedroom. The way no matter what state she was in she was always breathtaking, whether it be in sweats and one of his t-shirts or dolled up, each of her hairs curled perfectly and her makeup on point, laughing with a glass of champagne in her hand. He loved the way she chewed on her lip or the inside of her cheek when she either looked over a magazine, book, or her writing, her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, her hair tied up in a bun with those little hairs that hung at the side of her face. He loved the way she had two personalities when it came to fashion. She could either wear ripped jeans with a plain white shirt, a leather jacket and converse or she could wear a long tulle dress adorned with heels and a small sparkly clutch. He loved her so much, and nothing could change that. He loved her family and she, his. He loved her touch, the way she smelled, the way she molded into him.
He ran his hand across her stomach, goosebumps raising across the tan skin. She caught his hand in hers, squeezing slightly as her chest rose and fell ferociously. The noises leaving her throat as he licked across her made him sweat. The way her face glistened, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly, he knew she was creeping closer to her high, his movements intensifying. She arched her back again crying out as her heel dug into his shoulder. As she settled back of the cool leather he took note of the hairs cleaving to her forehead, her eyes closed,
"Seb I'm close." She whimpered, stroking his hair, but still holding him close,
"Do it baby girl. Cum for me." That was all the reassurance she needed and before either of them knew, her arousal was pouring into his expectant mouth, the sweet flavor of vanilla sweeping over him as she whined, arching her back once more. His eyes never left her as he rose, pulling the small foil packet from his pocket, but before he could even open it she was stopping him,
"I want to feel you. All of you." He agreed, allowing her to lick her palm and run it across his length, loving the way her cotton soft hand felt against him. He felt as though he needed to tip his head back but couldn't take his eyes off her, the way she was already flustered. She pulled him by his shaft, pressing his tip to her folds. He supplied a small push, sliding into her gracefully thanks to her previous release,
"Seb." She gasped, her hands falling to his muscular biceps as he slid completely into her, his face nuzzled in her neck. He groaned loudly, her sweaty skin muffling it. Her hands slipped under his arms, grasping his bottom as he slowly drew his hips back, softly moving them back, her hands pushing him deeper,
"Baby girl, let me take care of you." He murmured, pushing her hands further up his back. Her eyes met his, pleading with him, to which he obliged, sliding in and out of her a bit faster. She gasped, her nails sinking into his back, his head lulling back slightly as he pulled himself onto her, using the arm of the couch,
"Oh god Seb, just like that, don't stop." Her legs wrapped around his, her body falling into his perfectly like a puzzle piece.
She was such a daredevil and he never understood why she was still around. Him being thirty five and her being twenty seven, almost eight now made him nervous. She, at any point could leave him, but he knew that what kept her around was the adrenaline boosts he gave her. No matter what she suggested, whether it be, skinny dipping in the neighbor's pool or drinking the most insane alcohol combinations to the point of rolling on the kitchen floor laughing at the dumbest things, he would always agree, believing that you only live once and that no matter what, you had to live life to the fullest and be reckless. When it came to their sex life, she was the most reckless. They had experimented multiple times, pushing her body to breaking points she never knew she had. Ice, wax, and chocolate syrup had all been used on her. On one occasion she even agreed to try anal sex which ended in him getting bored and switching holes, which she loved. She loved to be teased. She also loved doing it anywhere but their bed. For her, it wasn't regular sex that was vanilla, her vanilla was having sex in a bed. As long as he had her on a counter, or their couch, or on the dryer, she was happy and he could do whatever he wanted. She loved receiving attention and he loved supplying it.
"Yes baby, yes, don't stop!" She cried out, her chest pressed against his as she held his hands in her own, his hips rolling up into her. She supported his body, his weight applying a comfortable amount of pressure. She clung to him as he slowly kissed her neck, the same pace as his long, slow thrusts, each and every time dancing over her sweet spot.
She wondered the same thing he did. How did she manage to keep a thirty five year old around when she was so care free and reckless? She didn't realize how madly in love with her he was. Sure he expressed it in multiple ways, but she didn't see what he did. She didn't think she deserved him. She didn't think she was pretty enough. She didn't think she was his type. Every kiss, every date, every love making session, every bouquet of flowers, she knew he loved her, but to what extent, she would never know.
She knew he wanted to settle down. Marriage was an often talked about subject in their house. As was kids. He claimed he wasn't getting any younger and they had often talked about not waiting to start a family. But that was the one experiment she never was game to try. Raising an illegitimate child was not something she wanted to try. If they broke up they had co-parental responsibilities that she feared. He knew that and never pushed. Especially because he planned on proposing to her. The ring never left his pocket. He always carried it and her smile made him want to pull it out at any given time.
She cupped his cheeks, pulling his face to hers. They moaned into each other, his hair falling into her face. Utilizing her latched onto him he sat up, holding her on top of him. Her arms fell over his shoulders as she slowly rolled her hips up to meet his. He watched her, the shadow casted on her face from the moon making her look more beautiful than ever to him. She roughly bounced on top of him, his hands holding her hips,
"Slow baby, slow, you can have me, you can have all of me just slow down." She groaned, throwing her head back,
"Seb, I won't be able to get either of us off if we go this slow." He smiled, running his hands across her sides,
"Its okay baby, I just want to see you on top a little bit and then we can switch." She agreed, slowly rolling onto him. He watched her face, watching her eyes squeeze shut and her eyebrows furrow. She moaned and his eyes flicked down to her chest, the steady bounce of her breasts enticing him. He leaned forward, the tip of his tongue enveloping the nipple. She groaned louder, her hand snaking through his hair, pushing him back against the sofa. At the new angle, she was able to bounce on his thick shaft, probably faster than he would like but he didn't stop her, too focused on her chest. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her. He kneaded one breast with his hand, the other his lips tightly wrapped around. Her hands on his pecs, her nails stinging the rough skin, making him growl below her.
She loved the closeness. The way he refused to let go of her. The way she didn't have to beg or plead with him. It was true that she loved the attention, and he loved giving her attention. That's why they were still together. She wouldn't give him up and the feeling was reciprocated.
Her skin slapped his own as she came down onto him, small whimpers leaving her mouth. He watched her, his eyes locked on her face, the way her lips were parted slightly, little noises falling from them,
"You are doing so good baby. You feel amazing. I'm gettin close." Suddenly she wasn't touching him, her hands past his body on the sofa,
"God Seb this is so hot. The fact that we could get caught. You're amazing." He hummed against the skin of her collarbone, taking the skin in between his teeth. Her toes curled as she neared her release, the pressure in her abdomen too much for her. Her body convulsed around him, his hands finding her shoulder blades, stroking his thumbs across the harsh bones jutting from her back as she cried out, reaching that high for a second time.
Her favorite thing was his gold watch pressed against her hot skin, freezing her body. She collapsed against him, continuing to please him, despite how fragile and sensitive she now was. He groaned, holding her hips down,
"I'm almost there baby, don't stop." She leaned back, bouncing a little bit faster to push him over the edge. She took noted in his sweaty forehead, his gaped mouth, and his eyes squeezed shut, his arms draped over the back of the sofa as he clawed closer to his own release. She sensed it at the same time he did, standing on shaky legs and stroking him until ropes of his release were coating his stomach, a labored groan leaving his lips, his head falling back. She dropped to her knees and as he watched, kitten licked his seed from his abdomen, swallowing every drop. He smiled, tucking hair behind her ear as she licked across his tip, laying his now soft length against his thigh. She laid against him, his arm draping over her body, his eyes closing. She rested her head against his chest,
"I love you Seb." He smiled,
"I love you too baby." She kissed his arm, closing her own eyes and relaxing against his skin. She was so close to sleep but those two words that he uttered made her more lively than ever,
"Marry me." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at him,
"W-what?" He sighed, stroking his thumb across her cheek,
"Marry me." The endorphins coursing through her body paused and she felt herself drawn to tears,
"Seb. What do you mean?" He laughed, climbing over her and grabbing his jacket. He pulled the ring from the inside of it before laying the material over her. He climbed back in front of her, her eyes never leaving the Blue Nile halo ring in his hand. He sighed before holding it out to her,
"I never leave home without it." Tears ran from the corners of her eyes as she choked back sobs. He smiled at her,
"You're the most important thing to me. No matter what you always take care of me and I want to return the favor. I want you for the rest of my life. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to be the shoulder you cry on when things get tough." With every word she cried harder, his face blurry behind her tears,
"Marry me?" He formed the question, her nodding like her life depended on it,
"Yes, of course yes." He smiled, sliding the silver ring onto her finger, pulling her in for a kiss,
"I love you so much."
"I love you too Seb." She cried, holding her hand up. He snuggled her into him,
Author's Note: Here's another story before I go see Infinity War tomorrow. Guys... I'm scared😂. Enjoy this my loves
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Everyone in the tower knew about Bucky's nightmares. After a few weeks worth of screaming everyone learned that it would be something we had to deal with. He had been to therapy. And no matter how many times Steve tried to wake him he'd have them again and again. Sometimes to the point where he wouldn't leave his room all day the next day because he was exhausted and insecure. The one day he came out wrapped in a blanket everyone broke, their hearts aching for the long haired soldier. He ate breakfast quietly, his eyes darting between two people as he watched the team converse. After breakfast he moved to the common room, sitting in a swivel chair and pulling the blanket up to his chin. I sighed as I entered the room, his head tilting back to look at me. I pouted at him, dark bags under his eyes. He closed them as I reached down, scratching at his scalp and leaning in to kiss his forehead,
"Hey Buck. How'd you sleep last night darlin?" He didn't respond, but got up from the chair, following me to the couch and laying his head in my lap,
"I didn't. I'm just afraid to at this point." He mumbled, nuzzling his scruffy cheek into my thigh. I brushed his hair from his face, listening to his sighs,
"Well, my bed is always open if it helps. You can come sleep with me." He shook his head,
"I can't do that to you. You deserve sleep and with my luck I'll hurt you." I leaned down, kissing his cheekbone,
"You're overreacting Buck, you won't hurt me and you know that." He sighed, closing his eyes as Steve entered,
"Hey, you guys okay?" I nodded,
"Just talking about how your best pal over exaggerates about everything." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck,
"Offering for him to sleep in your bed again huh?" I nodded, running my fingers through Bucky's hair. Steve cleared his throat dramatically, catching my eye and mouthing, "He's gonna fall asleep right there." I nodded again, continuing to stroke Bucky's hair, turning a show on quietly to serve as his pillow and let him get some sleep. Soon enough he was softly snoring, holding onto my thigh. I rested my hand on his shoulder, dishing out numerous episodes before he stirred, groaning and rolling around. He jumped up once he realized he was in my lap, staring me down as I smirked at him,
"How'd you sleep?" I reached forward to tuck hair behind his ear, groaning as he flinched away from me,
"Buck." Before I could touch him any further he jumped up from the couch, storming down the hall towards his room.
Later that night at dinner was the first time Bucky didn't look at me, keeping completely quiet unless addressed directly to which he quietly replied, toying with his fork. It was right back to his room after dinner, not even wishing me good night. To admit I was a little hurt was an understatement. He and I had so much in common and loved each other a lot. But for him to completely cut me off was sad and hurtful. So much so I almost didn't get any sleep. It wasn't until a soft glow of light was coming from the cracked door and Bucky was peeking inside that I felt warm and content. I sat up as he cautiously approached, sitting next to me,
"Hi." I tucked hair behind my ear, scooting closer to him as he paced forward cautiously,
"Hi." He swallowed before continuing,
"I can't sleep. N-not that that's new or anything."
"Me neither. I didn't mean to upset you Buck. You needed rest and I wasn't going to push you off." He sighed, his shoulders drooping,
"I'm just afraid of hurting you. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened." I shook my head,
"Bucky, you know you won't hurt me. You're scared and I get that, but you can't live in fear." He nodded, keeping his head down. He looked up, his eyes soft,
"You don't know that. You don't know what I'm capable of."
"Actually I do. You're not dangerous Bucky. You think that because you have a metal arm it makes you a threat but you're not." He sighed again,
"You don't know me."
"You don't let me." He started to turn away from me,
"Why do you want to? You're worth so much more and for you to try to get me it's not worth it. You deserve better."
"Have you ever thought that maybe I don't want better?" He looked up ahain, his face dark but I could see the thoughts running through his mind,
"Why?" I shrugged, scratching my cheek,
"Dunno. There's just somethin about you that just gets my heart racing." He sighed, closing his eyes,
"I want you too, but-"
"You don't want to hurt me, yeah I get it." He perked up,
"No- well yes, but no. I just... don't think I'm cut out for the whole marriage and babies thing." I tucked more stray hairs behind his ear,
"We don't have to worry about that right now. We have all the time in the world to worry about kids and getting married. Right now I just want to be with you. Be your girl." He swallowed,
"Yeah?" I nodded as he settled back, starting to crawl forward. He laid his head on my shoulder, sighing. Relaxing into my body, his hand clasped around mine,
"O-okay, we can try." He squeezed my hand, closing his eyes as I laid my head over his,
"Sleep here, with me. I promise you won't hurt me." He gave a shaky sigh, but nodded,
"Yeah, yeah, okay." I smiled, pulling my blanket up over us,
"No storming out of here. You say right here with me Barnes." He smiled as we completely laid down, nuzzling his face in my neck,
"Okay, I promise. Thank you." I smiled, running my fingers through his hair,
"Of course cutie." I watched blush rise to his cheek before he sighed and settled into the bed. I watched him, closing my eyes once I heard him softly snoring.
That night, was the first that James Buchanan Barnes was not awoken from his night terrors. And from that night on, he never left my bed.
hello lovely! if you are still taking requests- i’d love to see what you could come up with for prompt 35 with bucky. ❤️ thank you!
Hi babes! I hope you enjoy it. Soft Bucky is so cute!Bucky’d never seen you mad. At that, most people had never seen you mad. You were the one everyone looked to for cheering up. But after Bucky’s stunt of running into an unsecured building after being told to wait, they were finally seeing the beast be unleashed.
“Babe. Babe, wait up.” Bucky hollered as he chased you down the hall in the compound. Slamming the bedroom door in his face, he practically ran into it. Pushing it open, he watched you walk around in an angry storm. When your eyes met his, he was extremely terrified.
“Babe, come on. We were losing time I didn’t-”
“You didn’t what James? You didn’t think? You didn’t care? Tell me!” With your fists balled at your sides, he could tell you were pissed. He tsked,
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt. I know what Hydra agents are like. Trust me, I was tortured by them. If they got their hands on you I would have never forgiven myself.” You can see his eyes softening as he comes to terms with what could have happened to you. You see the pain of a man tortured for seventy years.
“Forgive me please. I don’t know if I can handle you being upset with me.” He doesn’t notice, but your hands untense at your sides. When you sigh, he can see your resolve crumbling. You reach up and pinch the bridge of your nose,
“Dammit Barnes. Why do you have to be such a charmer?” He can’t help the smile that crosses his face. You take the step forward to wrap your arms around his torso, his hands resting on your back as he hits you to his body,
“I’m sorry too.”
“Don’t be. I did fuck up and I should have waited.” Squeezing him around the middle, you’re starting to see why no one believes you ever get angry. You just forgave a supersoldier whom you know and love after he violated strict order.
“No one’s gonna take me seriously. I can’t even stay mad at you for five seconds.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head,
“That’s a good thing. I need you.” Leaving his lips in your hair, you sigh and close your eyes,
“And I need you. I love you Buck.”
“I love you too darlin until my heart stops beatin.”
“Keep it up and it’ll be sooner than later.” He chuckled and you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you.
Summary: jealousy is no one’s friend || part two to Hit the Books
Pairing: professor!evanstan x reader
Warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: If you asked to be tagged and weren’t, it’s because I could not confirm you were 18+ || my co-writer was my beloved @bladebarnes, and I have no idea where I would be without her - te amo, mi vida!!!
The study group was meeting at 6:30pm, and you were running late. You pulled into the driveway of professor Stan’s house around 5:45, and you were worried he was going to be upset. You were still dressed from your internship - a silk blouse, pencil skirt, and lace tights. You slipped your heels off, opting for your flats after standing all day. You pulled your hair out of your braid as you headed up the pathway, balancing your book bag on your shoulder. You were there for barely a minute before he opened the door, a somber look dulling his bright eyes. You slipped past him, mumbling a quiet ‘hello’, before making your way to his study.
You’d only been here twice before: both times interviewing for the research project. The artwork decorating the interior always amazed you; he had excellent taste. The one piece that stood out to you the most was the man sitting at his desk; professor Evans. You bit your lip the moment you saw him, almost tripping backwards, right into professor Stan’s arms. He held you up, resting his hand on your shoulders.
“I’ll be right back, Y/N. Please, take a seat. Anywhere.” He whispered gently in your ear before disappearing. Evans watched you sit down across from him, the blue of his eyes sparkling in the dimly lit room. He smiled, and oddly enough, it helped you calm down. You smiled back, shyly averting your gaze as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Y/N, how was your day today?” His voice cut through the silence, bringing you back from your racing thoughts.
“It was busy; I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting, I didn’t know you’d be here, Professor.”
“Please, call me Chris; at least, outside of the classroom.” He chuckled, leaning back in the chair. You mirrored, sighing contently. “Were you working today?” You raised an eyebrow at his question - how did he know? And as if he heard your thoughts, he laughed lightly again, meeting your confused gaze.
“Your clothes, Y/N. You weren’t dressed this nice last night. Unless it’s for professor Stan,” A warm wave of shyness flooded you, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you looked away. You never thought it was that obvious. Especially not to one of his esteemed colleagues, for crying out loud.
“No need to be shy, dear. Nothing wrong with that.” You looked up, your face still hot. Evans was looking at you through practically hooded eyes, and you couldn’t help but shift in your seat; his gaze made you feel so self-conscious.
“How long have you known Sebastian?” The question was something you had never thought of. You met Evans’ intense gaze, squeaking out your answer before looking away.
“Almost 6, 7 years now, I’d say.”
“Quite some time; can you do me a favor, darling? Come here,” You looked up, watching him push the chair back gently, patting the top of his leg. You froze, wondering if your mind was playing tricks on you. Is this real?
You locked eyes with him, watching the way he slowly licked his lips. He raised his hand, and pointed to his lap, again. Slowly, you rose from your spot, feeling his gaze burn into you as you made your way towards him. You were so nervous, you were sure this was all a dream. There’s no way this is happening.
As soon as you reached him, he wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you rest on top of his legs, your back to him.
“I want to show you something, okay?” You nodded quickly, your nerves getting the best of you. He leaned forward, pressing his chest flush against your chest. He reached around you, setting his hand on the desk. He shifted under you, and then you heard the door open.
Your heart beating wildly in your chest, you tried to get up, but professor Evans kept you right where you were. Oh, fuck.
Sebastian walked in, shutting the door closed with his foot.
“Chris, I’m going to have to make this- oh.” He looked up from his phone, a sly smirk gracing his lips as he leaned against the door. He slipped his phone into the pocket of his slacks, running his free hand through his hair.
“Nice to see you two getting along. Was this what you had in mind, Y/N?” His voice pulled you back from your thoughts. You looked between him and Chris, who was smirking just like Sebastian. You met his gaze from across the room, shrugging your shoulders. Should not have done that.
Sebastian’s smirk faltered, a scowl replacing it in the matter of seconds. He crossed the room in two long strides, standing directly in front of you. Evans’ grip on your waist tightened, tugging you back against his chest. The friction against your thighs made you gasp, a low moan escaping your lips. Sebastian’s eyes widened at the sound, his smirk reappearing.
“Well, was that not just about the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard, Evans?” Your eyes widened at his words, your hands immediately shooting up to cover your mouth. You felt the vibrations of professor Evans’ laugh against your back, and then your hands were in your lap, his own hand grasping your wrists tightly.
“Don’t hide from us, doll. I think everyone here has an idea of what’s been going on. Right, Stan?” Sebastian nodded, and when you looked up, you let out a squeal; the blue of his irises gone - hidden by his blown pupils.
“We won’t do anything, if you don’t want to. I just hope to God that I was not reading anything wrong.” He licked his lips, trailing his fingers down his tie, waiting for your answer.
To say you were shocked was an understatement. The man of your fantasies - really, the men - was asking you if you had been thinking about him the way he had been thinking about you. A dream come true, and you couldn’t even get the words out.
“So, what’ll it be? We’ll do whatever you want.” Evans’ heavy voice sounded behind you, the hand on your waist gone, as they both waited. God, just spit it out, you idiot!
“Whatever I want?” Your voice barely a whisper, and you had them both nodding like crazy.
“Take me. Whichever way you want to. Just do it, already.” You smirked, your confidence appearing out of nowhere, only to dissipate once more. You felt Professor Evans’ hands grip your thighs, lifting them up gently. He shifted, spreading his legs, just before spreading your own.
He set you down on his thigh, and settled his hands on your waist, gripping so tight, you whimpered. You heard him chuckle, just before he pushed you forward, tugging you agonizingly slow, into his chest. The friction on your covered cunt was too much; your moans slipping out, beyond your control.
“Enough, Chris. You heard her; however we want her. And you know how I want her.” Sebastian growled, walking to the other side of the office. You whimpered once again as Chris stopped touching you, and you began to rub yourself against his thigh once more.
“Don’t let him catch you.” His voice whispered in your ear, and you thought you were going to come from the sound alone.
“Yes, Professor.” His groans alone spurred on your movements, and you couldn’t help the moans once again.
“If you’re not going to listen, I might as well punish you both.” Evans grips your hips, immediately stopping your movements. You both watched Sebastian as he made his way back to you, a small little thing in his hand, and a remote in the other. Your eyes widen, knowing exactly what it was the moment he stopped in front of you. He chuckled at your response, his smirk growing as he walked around the desk. Evans turned the chair to face him, and you held your breath, watching him sink to his knees in front of you.
He winked at you as he hiked your skirt up to your hips, trailing his fingers lightly against your lace tights. His fingers lightly grazed your inner thighs, right before tearing your tights. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out. Your heart was beating so fast, you couldn’t hear. You watched as he leaned in, his hot breath fanning over your pussy. He pulls your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your slick.
“We haven’t even gotten started, and you’re already so wet. Let’s see how long you both last.” He whispered, placing light kisses on your inner thighs, right before inserting the toy. You gasped, gripping Chris’ forearms as you leaned back, keening at the feeling. Sebastian stood up, placing the remote in his open hand. You felt Chris sigh, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck.
“I hate your games, Stan.”
“And you know I love them. We’ll start at the lowest setting; she’ll barely feel a thing. Amp it up, when I tell you. And you,” Sebastian leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his lips hovering above your own, “will not come, until I let you. Understood?” You nodded, biting your lip as he pulled away, smiling.
“Good. One last rule, before we’re off to the library. No teasing. This one here,” He gestured to Chris, “has yet to learn self control. You too, apparently. A lesson to be learned tonight. I’ll see you both in say, 30 minutes?”
You don’t know how you did it, but you made it to the library with 10 minutes to spare. You found the closest bathroom, locking yourself in there. You were already a mess, and the night had barely started.
You could feel dull vibrations from the toy, and you squeezed your thighs together to give you some sort of relief. You knew the rules, but you couldn’t help but imagine all the things professor Stan would do to you if you just broke one of them. Or maybe more.
You finally make it to the reserved area of the study floor, finding him sitting at the head of the table, a few students already swarming him with questions. He didn’t even look your way when he greeted you, and you didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled. You took your seat, and bit down on your tongue, the vibrations of the bullet toy speeding up, distracting you. You tugged at your blouse, slyly opening a few of the top buttons. No harm, no foul.
The next hour or so went just like that. Sebastian refused to look at you, but every time you glanced over at him, the toy pushed you closer and closer to the brink. You closed your textbook in frustration, fixing your skirt as you were about to get up, when you saw Sebastian smirk, waving someone over. You turned around, gasping when you saw who it was.
“Professor Evans, so nice to see you here. Glad you could come, last minute.” He enunciated the word, and you didn’t know it was possible for a voice to push you to orgasm, but his really could. Chris looked down at you, blushing when you winked at him. He pulled out the chair next to you, dropping his bag into the chair.
“I’m glad to be of help, professor Stan. I was wondering if I could borrow Y/N and Stella for a few moments? I need help finding some books.” You looked back at Sebastian, who was trying his damn hardest to not frown at the request. He met your gaze, shaking his head slightly before looking back at Chris.
“Of course. Don’t be too long; I need to make sure these students stay at the top of my class.”
“So what is it that you need, Professor Evans?” Stella asks.
“I need some resources on compounding data.” he explains. “You go look over there on the far side and Y/N and I will look over here, okay?”
With a nod, she leaves, disappearing between the bookstacks. As soon as she’s out of earshot, you whimper, turning to Chris with wide, pleading eyes. “Chris,” you whine softly. “I can’t take it anymore.”
Chris sighs. “I can’t help you, doll. You know what he said.”
“He doesn’t have to know.” you wrap your arms around his neck, biting your lip. His hands hesitantly fall on your waist, pulling you towards him as close as possible. “C’mon, professor. Touch me.”
“You’re gonna get us in big trouble.” Though his mouth is telling you no, you can see it in his eyes that he wants to touch you. Your lips brush against his neck and he stiffens, breath coming out in harsh pants. “Y/N…”
“He doesn’t have to know if we don’t tell him.” you coax. You grin, palming the professor over the front of his slacks. He’s already half-hard, hips bucking into your grip as he sighs. “Please, touch me? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’m going to regret this.” he mumbles. One of his hands slide underneath your skirt as his lips press against the exposed skin of your cleavage. You moan gratefully when the vibrator shuts off, feeling him pull the small toy out of you. He places it in his pocket before shoving two fingers into you, mouth sliding across yours to stifle your startled groan. “Be quiet, sweetheart.”
“I-I’m sorry.” you pant against his lips, biting down on the bottom one as his thumb swipes across your clit. His fingers curl to brush against your g-spot and you yelp, pressing your face into his shoulder, biting down on the skin over his shirt.
“Shut up, Y/N.” Chris tells you. His voice is rough, domineering in your ear. “Someone’s gonna catch us if you can’t be quiet.”
“Someone’s already caught you two.” You and Chris freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes. Ever so slowly, you turn your heads, finding no other than Professor Stan standing at the end of the aisle with a disapproving expression on his face. “What did I tell you? Tonight was supposed to be about self control.”
“I couldn’t wait.” you pout, hoping he’d go easier on you. “You were torturing me.”
“I was teaching you a lesson. You should’ve been a good student and listened to me.”
“But Sebastian…” he cut you off with a shake of his head, glaring at you.
“No buts. Get your asses back in that study room. I’ll deal with you two later.”
“Great session today, guys. We’ll pick it up next time.”
Everyone files out of the room except for you and Chris. The both of you stay seated, watching nervously as Sebastian shuts the door behind his students.
The click of the lock doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you.
He closes the blinds to the private room, making sure that no outsider could see you. He circles the table like a predator, eyeing you and Chris like he wanted to take both of you over his knee.
“We have an hour and a half left in this room, and I intend on using every minute of it.” he says, voice harsh. “Chris, lay her out on the table and strip her.”
Chris rises out of his seat without a word, gripping your waist to set you on top of the table. He’s quiet as he unbuttons your shirt, setting the thin fabric over the back of his chair. Tugging your skirt off your legs, he pushes you to lie back, the wood cold against your skin.
“What a beautiful body, Y/N. Don’t you think, Evans?” Sebastian asks. Chris nods, biting his lips as he looks at you. “Too bad you can’t touch her.”
“What? Why?”
“Self control, remember?” Sebastian grins at Chris’ disheartened expression. “Take a seat, Evans.”
Sebastian’s tongue runs slowly through your folds, hands firmly holding your thighs down against the table. He’s already made you come once like this, and he’s determined to do it again, part in punishing Chris, part in punishing you. You’re already so sensitive, quiet little whimpers escaping your lips as he works you over.
You’re not allowed to touch him, wrists bound over your head with his tie.
“Don’t you wish you could get your mouth on her, Evans?” Sebastian taunts. He rises, gulping in deep breaths of air as he makes eye contact with Chris. He’s clutching at the arms of his chair, gritting his teeth as he’s tortured by the delectable sight before him. “You wanna taste her?”
At Chris’s nod, Sebastian leans in, hand curling around the back of his neck. You can’t contain your gasp as their lips meet, watching as Chris flicks his tongue over the seam of Sebastian’s lips. Sebastian pulls away with a grin, patting the other professor’s cheek.
“How much time do we have left?”
Chris looks at his watch, eyebrows rising in surprise. “Forty-five minutes.”
Time sure flies when you’re having fun.
“Let me touch her, Seba.” Chris pleads quietly. “You can’t keep her to yourself the entire time.”
“I’m a possessive man, Chris.” Sebastian reminds him. “You know I don’t like to share.”
“Sharing is caring, Sebastian.” you giggle at his playful glare, knowing he was going to put Chris out of his misery soon.
Sebastian’s silent for a moment, jaw clenching as he thinks over how he wants to go about the situation. “I think I’ve been greedy enough for tonight. You can take her cunt, I’ll fuck her mouth.”
Chris smiles in victory, rising out of his chair. His hips slide between your thighs, hands wasting no time in taking off his belt. Sebastian does the same, standing behind your head as he pushes his pants to the ground.
You don’t even have time to marvel at the girth of Chris’s cock before he pushes into you, moaning loudly at the stretch of him inside you.
“Thank god these rooms are soundproof.” Sebastian mutters. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
His cock slides between your lips without further preamble, jaw aching as he makes you take the full length of it down your throat. “That’s it, baby.”
The boys quickly settle a pace. As Chris pulls out of you, Sebastian thrusts into your mouth, alternating movements so you’re filled with one of them every second. You come to learn that Chris is the more vocal of the two, mouth hanging open as he groans with every undulation of his hips. Sebastian’s on the quieter side, nearly silent moans and soft pants falling from his lips.
It doesn’t take long before the three of you are reaching the edge, bodies trembling as pleasure washes over you.
“You close, baby?” Sebastian asks. At your desperate nod, he reaches down, two fingers circling your clit as fast as he can manage.
“Come on, doll. Come for us.” Chris encourages through gritted teeth. They both still as your back arches off the table, hands balling into fists as their hands roam over your skin, coaxing you through your orgasm with soft words and gentle hands.
“So fucking beautiful.” Chris compliments.
“The most gorgeous thing we’ve ever laid eyes on.” Sebastian adds.
They both pull out, Sebastian coming to stand beside Chris in front of you. They tug at their cocks frantically, staring down at you with hooded eyes.
Chris comes first, choking back a shout as he coats your stomach. It only takes Sebastian a few more moments before he follows, coming across your breasts. You shiver at the feeling of it against your skin.
“Painted like a Monet, I’d say.” Chris says. Sebastian grins, nodding.
“Beauty that belongs in a museum.” he tugs on your hand, pulling you to sit up. “C’mon, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can take this back to my place for round two.”
“Am I invited, professor?” Chris asks, pouting.
Rolling his eyes, Sebastian laughs. “Of course you are, you fuckin’ meatball.”
Summary: “I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”
Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader
Warnings: Language, Angst, eventual fluff
Word Count: 854
A/N: This is my submission for my beloved Manu’s [@jurassicbarnes] blogaversary writing challenge!! This is my first Lance fic, so I hope you all enjoy it!!
You didn’t think it would happen to you.
Out of all your friends, you had always been the one the brokenhearted went to in their darkest moments. You were the one with the perfect relationship; happy, fulfilled, the fairytale dream. Everyone envied you. You never paid it much attention; instead, you tried your best to help your friends through their sadness, anger, and loneliness.
Now, it was your turn.
Your best friends were rummaging through your dressers and closet, throwing clothes into the open suitcases in the center of the room. You sat on the bed, hugging your knees tight. You had spent a better part of the day like that; rocking back and forth, the tears never ending.
A knock sounded on the bedroom door, and you looked up, your breath hitching.
“Hey, baby.” Lance dropped his bag on the floor, striding over to you.
“About time, Tucker. Can you take her?” Your best friend gestured in your direction, a handful of shirts under her arm. “She hasn’t said anything or moved at all today.”
“I’ve got it.” He nodded in her direction, just as he slipped his arms under your knees and behind your back. He lifted you off the bed, mumbling soft praises in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Such a good girl, baby. I’ve never been more proud of you.”
He carried you into the apartment’s spare bedroom, setting you down on the bed. He left, returning with a few blankets in his arms. He laid one over you, rubbing your back before he joined you on the other side of the bed.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzled closer to him, wrapping your arm around his torso. He rested his chin over your head, tracing patterns on your back as you lay there, silent.
After what felt like hours, Lance shifted, pulling away slightly, so he could see you. You had closed your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, but you couldn’t. However, he didn’t know that.
“I wish I could fucking kill that asshole for what he did to you. Goddamnit, Y/N.” He mumbled harshly, doing his best not to wake you. He was smiling as he admired you, even when the thoughts running through his mind were not as pleasant as he seemed to be.
“He didn’t deserve you, or your love. Hell, no one fucking does. You’re too good for everyone, and that includes me.” He paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm down. He was so full of anger, hatred for the idiot who broke your heart. Lance loved you so much, it killed him to see you like this, when you deserved the world.
“You really do, baby. The whole fucking universe, while we’re at it. If I wasn’t such a moronic ass, maybe I’d be able to treat you right, like you deserve. But, I can’t.” Your heart fell at his words; why was Lance doubting himself?
“I don’t deserve you. I never have. I don’t deserve your love, your friendship, no part of you. You’re a fuckin’ angel, baby.” He propped himself up on his elbow, pulling his arm away from your waist. He brought his hand up to your hair, running his fingers gently through your loose locks. “I would give you everything I’ve got, just to see that perfect smile of yours. God, I’m such a fucking sucker for you, Y/N. You don’t even know that you’ve got my heart. I’m Lance Tucker, for crying out loud, baby! Not some cheesy fuck from the movies, oh my god.”
A giggle escapes you, and you think your heart’s about to burst when Lance stops talking. You sigh, slowly opening your eyes, meeting his gaze.
“Oh, fuck me. How-how much did you hear of...of that?” Lance bites his lip nervously, scared he’s just ruined your friendship and any of chance of winning your heart. You cup his cheek with your hand, running your thumb across his lips.
“Never thought you’d turn out to be a hopeless romantic, Tucker. I heard every. Single. word. “
He mumbles something under his breath, his eyes looking anywhere but you.
“What was that, Lancey?” You cooed, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“I-I said I’m only a hopeless romantic for you, and I hate it...but I also love it. God, you turn me into such a mess, baby.” Here goes nothing.
Lance closes the distance between you, pressing his lips gently, yet passionately, against yours, his hands holding you tight against him. You gasp, allowing his tongue to slip in, drinking in your taste as you tug on his hair, a smile forming as you begin to pull away. You’re both panting, and when you meet his eyes, all you see can see is pure love and adoration sparkling.
“Did you mean it, Lance? Everything you said?” He blushes, looking away. You cup his face with both hands, making him look at you.
Okay tbh when I was picturing the costume/uniform I was thinking about Christina Aguilera in the candyman music video lmao. But shoutout to the blog that requested this I had fun writing it, hope you approve!!!
"Okay, so basically the plot is you, (Y/N), would essentially play Shelley, a factory worker in the 40s, during world war II. She's a part of the females replacing men in the factory workplace, the rise of Rosie the Riveter. We just want to inform all trying out for the character Shelley a little background of her personality." the director said to you, "So I'll need you to prepare your monologue and be back tomorrow at 9am to perform and you'll know if you get the part right away, also everyone will be in costume as we have a certain type of look we are searching for." she said and you nodded, said thank you and started your way out the door of the small theater.
To say you were nervous was an understatement, you love acting and this specific play felt like it was meant for you cause of your fascination with the 40s and your strong feminist views. When you arrived at your apartment you opened your laptop to find a monologue, something empowering was what you were looking for you thought it would make the director a little surprised and maybe even get you the part. Seb walked over and stood behind you, "What are you doing hon?" he asked you while placing his hands on top of your shoulders.
"Trying to find a monologue for the play I'm auditioning for tomorrow." you told him, "Any tips for performing a monologue?" you turned around and asked him.
"Just get really into babe, you always do anyways, and just practice a lot. I know you'll get the part." he told you and cupped your face in his hands as he placed a small kiss on your lips. You smiled as he walked back to the couch to finish his TV show, you scooted around on the chair back to the laptop screen to find your monologue.
It was 9am, you were in your costume that consisted of high-waisted jeans that were cuffed and stopped mid-calf, a denim button down shirt tied in a small knot right above your belly button. Your hair was curled and tied up with a red bandana and your makeup was simple red lipstick with a bit of mascara. You confidently walked on stage, behind the curtain, looked over to the man that was pulling the ropes to the curtain and nodded your head that you were ready. He tugged on the ropes until you were fully exposed to the director sitting in the middle of the theater.
After you finished your monologue you exited stage feeling really optimistic that you'd get the part. Since you were the last one, you made your way to the auditorium and sat down next to the other actresses that had tried out for that part. The director walked out, clipboard in hand and stood against the edge of the stage. "First of all, you guys all did so good it was so so hard to pick. After consulting with the playwright we both decided that (Y/N) will play the role of Shelley, so congratulations, you truly did wonderful." she said and applauded you.
On the way home you were so ecstatic, when you got home you looked for Sebastian who was in the bathroom. You lightly knocked on the door, "Hey Seb i'm home guess what?" you asked him smiling to yourself.
"You got the part?" he asked you enthusiastically.
"I got the part!" you said and he was washing his hands, he walked out of the bathroom and hugged you tightly.
"I'm so happy for you babe! I knew you would get it, I told you." he told you and kissed you on the forehead.
"You're right, you did." you said and giggled and walked over to the dresser to get changed as Seb took a full look at your costume.
"Woah, babe. You look really sexy, oh my god." he said and you turned, looked at him and smiled.
"Well thanks, you must really like it considering your situation right now." you glanced down at his growing hard-on. "Do you like the red lipstick too?" you asked him.
"Of course, you know I love when you wear it." he said and kissed you, almost as if he was purposefully trying to get that red pigment all over his skin. You licked his jaw and followed it to his mouth and brushed your lips over his, teasing him. You lowered your hand to his dick, rubbing it through his sweatpants, he let out a long sigh as you dropped on your knees.
You tugged at the waistband of his pants and dropped them to the floor letting them pool around his ankles. You ran your hand along the outline of his dick through his boxers, and you pulled them down making his dick pop right out. Using your mouth to swirl you tongue around the head of his cock, licking up the precum dripping off of it. Taking your hands you pumped up and down his length while continuing the work with your mouth at the same time, Seb dropped his head back and tangled his fingers in your hair.
You took his whole length in your mouth and felt him hit the back of your throat and bobbed your head on his dick. Using your hands now you took his tip back in your mouth and used your hands to cover what was left. Picking up the pace until he was about to come, he used his hand to finish as you rested the head of his cock on your tongue and let him come in your mouth.
You stood up and kissed his cheek, "Go clean up, you've got red lipstick everywhere." you smirked and walked back to the dresser.
