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slutboybarbie · 1 year

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Are you ever gonna write more about Chase Davenport? Its ok if you don't, I just love how you write for him <3

Hi sorry it took me so long !! Hopefully you like this one<3

Jealousy

Chase Davenport x Reader

18+

Warning/summary: dom chase, secret relationship, dumbification

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Having Chase as your boyfriend and dom was amazing. He took care of you, made sure you were always happy, always knew what you needed, and made sure you were okay with everything the two of you did together.

His only "problem"- it wasn't even a problem, you loved it about him- is that he gets jealous. Pure, unbridled anger that arose in his chest at the sight of what he thinks is you with another.

So you, a person with a very flirty personality, plus a whole house full of sexy ass heroes? Not ideal.

For Chase at least.

He'd insisted on keeping your relationship private, not wanting to put too much pressure on the two of you. Even with your sneaking around, some of the team already knew.

Leo, Bree, and Sebastian(who'd been staying with y'all for a while now) were bionic humans and downright nosey for gods sake, not too much got by them, and Adam, poor Adam, just needs to learn how to knock before entering a room.

They'd cornered him one morning in the kitchen, commenting on the fresh hickey you'd just planted on his neck the night before.

"Oh my- Chase Davenport, is that a hickey?", Leo said, hand on his chest and imitating a voice that sounded a lot like Tasha.

Chase froze for a sec, his cheeks turning that beautiful shade of pink, before deciding to not respond, and keep on making his coffee.

"Jesus Christ, we're gonna have to start calling Y/N the human vacuum. Look at the size of that thing!", Bree had laughed out, causing the others to join in.

Chase froze for the second time that day, coffee mug still in hand and turned around to look at his friends like a deer caught in headlights, "You know?!"

They all just laughed more at his facial expression before he turned to Adam, "You. I knew you knew already. You told them?"

Adam's hands quickly came up in defense, "Don't look at me, I had no idea they knew."

Chase hated the fact that they knew because the once harmless flirting was now purposeful. You were unaware of the extra cheekiness but Chase definitely wasn't.

The way Leo would make sure to refer to you as "Doll" whenever speaking to you, causing you to giggle, the way Sebastian would sensually guide you through your training, a few more touches to the arms and hips than usual, Bree taking any chance she could to cuddle up with you in the common room, and Adam was unaware of the whole thing.

They loved seeing the interaction between the two of you as you tried to figure out what was wrong with your boyfriend, his jaw clenched and face a light red color.

Chase let it go, deciding that some flirting wasn't hurting anyone, and he knew it wasn't serious.

That didn't last long.

It happened at one of Davenport's parties. You'd only had two drinks but that's all you needed to gain some liquid courage, going out to the dance floor.

You were feeling a bit loose, dancing with your friends. When the song changed from up tempo, to something a bit more slow and sensual, so did your dancing.

You were currently in between Leo and Sebastian, neither of them touching you in respect for their friend and your boyfriend, but that was as clean as it got.

Chase watched from afar as you rolled your body in between the two men, as if you weren't taken. He knew he couldn't openly say anything, in fear of someone noticing.

But the more he watched, the less amount of fucks he gave. Setting his drink down from the bar, Chase rudely abandoned a one sided conversation some lady was having with him, lying to her when he said "I'll be right back."

He stormed onto the dance area, stepping in between you and his friends. Grabbing your arm he flashes Leo and Seb a fake smile, "Mind if I borrow Y/N real quick?", not even giving them a chance to respond, he drags you out of the room.

"Chase! What're you doing, I was having fun!", you stop in the middle of the hall, upset that he took you away.

The man in question allows you to stop, knowing he could just pull you along if he wanted to, but decided against it.

"I didn't know acting like a slut in public was considered 'fun' nowadays.", he says with a glare.

Fed up with his attitude, you respond, "Yeah well, things have changed. It's called the 21st century, gramps."

You're quickly pushed against the wall in the hallway, where anyone could come and see you. Chase separates your legs with his knee, placing it on your core, his hand finding it's place on your neck.

"Y'know, I was gonna wait until we got to the room to fuck some sense into you, but maybe I should just do it right here. I bet you'd like that. For everyone to be able to see how much a whore you are."

You whine at his words, trying to grind down onto his thigh.

"I fuckin' knew it.", he laughs darkly, releasing your neck and stepping away from you, causing you to stumble from the wall. "Too bad I don't like sharing."

He makes his way to the elevator, leaving you to mindlessly trail behind him like a very horny puppy.

You thought for sure he'd make a move on you in the elevator, the short amount of privacy enough time for him to have you up against a wall, wet and begging, but he did nothing.

The elevator door opened and you wordlessly followed him to his room, he allowed you to walk in first, not even attempting to swat at your ass like he usually does.

Walking into the room, you turn when you hear the door close, fearful of your boyfriends sudden quietness. "Baby-"

"Quiet.", he cuts you off.

"But-"

"Sweetheart if I have to repeat myself, the night will be much worse for you than I already have planned."

His low tone and threatening words convince you to obey him, watching as he stops at your dresser, loosening his tie.

You have no choice but to stand there as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly, practically teasing you. His toned abs peek through and you feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight. Chase looks up and a dark chuckle escapes his mouth at the look on your face.

"See something you like?"

It's a rhetorical question because he knows how much you love his body, and he knows it's killing you to not touch him right now.

He strips down to his boxers, the room completely silent except for the pounding of your heartbeat. Chase walks over to the bed, getting himself comfortable with his hands behind his head, propping him up.

"Your turn." He tells you.

You quickly began to undress, and Chase tsks, "Slower. I want a show."

Obeying him you start to go a bit slower, feeling small under his intense stare.

Once you're completely stripped, he signals for you to come to him on the bed.

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"Cmon baby, don't go dumb on me just yet."

Chase's request falls on deaf ears with you too focused on your impending orgasm. You'd lost count of how many you'd given him tonight, your brain too clouded to keep count of anything at the moment.

"Ohh, you're already there hm?"

Your partner uses his big hands, cradling your neck and face to get your attention on him. His hips continue to slap into yours, jolting you with every thrust.

He has your feet by your ears, body pressed to yours so closely that it's nearly intoxicating.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?", Chase taunted. He ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you even further.

You mumble out a "please" when he does it again, and Chase gives in.

He applies more pressure to your throat when he deepens the kiss, causing you to clench around him. He moans into your mouth, a whimper-like groan escaping him.

"You're mine, y'know that?" He asks and you nod.

“Yeah? But you don’t act like it.” Chase says bitterly

He’s referring to your little dance and you can tell just how mad it made him with the way his thrusts pick up.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You plead with him.

“Aww now that’s sweet.” He chuckles out.

“I am!” You insure. “But, I can’t cum again. I just can’t.” You knew your safe words. If you truly wanted him to stop, he would.

“Maybe if you were good, I’d be more sympathetic but since you weren’t, I’m not stopping.”

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evanstanhoney · 1 year

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Prettiest Girl In The World

a/n: this is my first seb fic, after forever of lurking. I hope it lives up! please let me know what you think I’ll be very curious.

⚠️warnings: D/s undertones, PRAISE KINK, aftercare, unprotected sex, creampie, porn without plot, Dom!Sebastian, Sub!reader

pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

word count: 1.5K

“Say it.” Sebastian grunts, his forehead pressed against yours, hips slowing to an agonizing slow grind against yours.

You’d been at it for a while now just like this, with him slowly teasing you with his cock. Occasionally pulling out completely to play with your sensitive clit. And oh, boy were you sensitive, but even still you craved more. More of his lips on yours, more of his hands on your body, and more of his perfect cock pressing against your g-spot. You needed him, but here he was teasing.

In Sebastian’s mind what he’s really doing is teaching you a lesson. One that no matter how many times he’s tried to literally fuck into your head, you just can’t seem to grasp.

The lesson? That you are, in fact, the prettiest girl in the world.

A ridiculous notion to you, absurd even. But to your Sebastian, it was simply a fact. One that he has set out to prove to you time and time again, through every hug, kiss and touch, he was going to prove to you that you were the prettiest girl in the world. Which is how you ended up as you were. Pressed into the mattress, wrapped around Sebastian in every way, and whining.

“I said, say it.” He says again with a devious smirk to his lips. There was a fire behind his eyes, the one that seems to only burn for you. With the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s got his hand around your throat and the slight rasp in his voice, it makes you flutter around him and he can’t help but groan.

Biting your lip,you whine and begin to grind your hips up to meet his that have slowed to a stop.

“No,” he taunts, tightening the grip around your neck just a tad, “you say it or we’ll stop right now. Come on, baby. You can do it.”

“Sebastian” you groaned, squirming underneath him.

“Say it.” He whispers lips centimeters away from yours, his free hand, pressing your hips still into the mattress. “Come on. If you want me to move you’ll say it.”

“I - I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” And instantly Sebastian drew his hips forward, filling you once more.

“Keep going. Say it again”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You say more confidently, as his length slowly dragged back out of you to the tip.

“Good girl.” Sebastian praises, “Now, you stop. I stop. Got it?” He asks, planting a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Ready?”

“Please.” You whine.

“You know what to say.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You began to chant, slow and drawn out at first, as you enjoyed the drag of his cock along your walls. But eventually it became something different entirely. It was short and fast as you were just barely able to breathe out the words as Sebastian's hips picked up speed, in a deep steady rhythm.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Sebastian groans into your neck, feeling your walls constrict around him. “Come on, you know what I want.” He pants, “Show me your a good girl, show me.”

“I’m” you whimper, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you inched closer and closer to orgasm, the familiar warmth already spreading beginning at your toes.

Sebastian lifts his head from your neck, resting his forehead on yours, a hand on your neck, the weight of it lit your every nerve on fire in the best way. “Please.” You were so close, right there. But the way Sebastian was moving, alternating speeds, had you dangling just at the edge, back and forth but not quite over it. And oh how you longed to take the leap.

Your whines are pitiful and if Sebastian weren’t making you feel so good you’d be embarrassed at just how desperate you sounded.

“Shhhh, baby. You don’t have to beg. I’m not going to stop, not until you come, okay. I just wanna take my time with my girl.”

“No, please, no.” You whine out rolling your head into the pillows

“You’re okay. I got you. But you gotta, shit, gotta keep talking baby. Say the magic words.” You look up at him with those eyes, slightly glossy now, that he swears he could get lost in. You nod vigorously and begin the chant again.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You whimper.

He leans down and pressing his lips to yours, swallowing each of your delicious moans. He truly couldn’t get enough of you. “You feel so good baby, you know that?” He asks bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, and you bite your lips at the praise, letting your eyes fall shut. At that Sebastian coos down at you, his arms on either side of your head, cradling you close. You pull him as close to you as you could, allowing his weight to press you further into the mattress.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world.” You squeak out breathlessly.

Sebastian delivers a particularly hard thrust that manages to hit that soft spot inside of you, forcing your grip on him to tighten and your eyes to snap shut.

“No,no. Look at me, baby. Open your eyes.” He commands, voice deep and gravely. Your eyes flutter open, looking into his ocean blues, and that nearly sends you over the edge,alone. “There she is,” he smirks, “There’s my good fucking girl. Eyes on me. Keep those eyes on me, okay Beautiful?” You nod, reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, bring him down for a kiss, that’s less of a kiss and more so just the two of you breathing each other in, lips pressed together. Sebastian, nips at your bottom lip, making you groan, and your legs snap tighter around his waist, “You’re doing so fucking good for me, taking me so well. Just like always, huh?” He asks, a glint in his eye. He can see you’re in that floaty space where everything feels warm, and the only thing you can sense is him. You’re so close that it hurts, he can feel the way that you’re tightening around him, somehow getting sloppier and tighter with each stroke. He’s got you just where he wants you.

Your chanting stopped, but Sebastian hasn’t stopped, still buried deep inside you. “Words, babe.”

“Yes, just - just like always…Sebastian.”

It’s the wonton way in which you say his name, your glassy eyes looking deep into his ocean blues that gets him close, that makes him believe you’ve learned your lesson.

“You’re my good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Then show me. Come with me. Come on my cock baby. Let me feel you-”

Just those words, that’s all you needed to allow yourself to fall apart, as you come around him, eyes baring into his, as he spills into you in hot thick ropes seconds after. He leans his forehead against yours, thrusts hard and sloppy as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. There you go. Good girl. So fucking beautiful for me.”

His hips slow to a deep grind, and he crashes his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

After he feels your heart has slowed down a bit he pulls away, drawing a moan from you. “Stay.” You pout. He smiles at that, kissing your forehead, before leaning down planting kisses up your neck, still buried inside you.

You reached up playing with his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him hum into your neck. The two of you laid like that for who knows how long, basking in the sensations of each other. Your hands in his hair, and his cock slowly softening inside you, but still keeping you full, with his lips lazily leaving a trail up your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna roll us over for round two.” You whisper.

Sebastian chuckles into your skin, planting a final kiss at your collar bone, before meeting your lazy gaze. “Is that a promise?” You playfully roll your eyes. Of course he’s down for round two. With you he was insatiable it seemed. His lips found yours, in a sweet peck, “Was the edging too much?”

“Not at all. A little annoying having you slow down when I was right there, but the end result was worth it.”

“Sorry I came so soon, but you said my name and I just-”

You looked over at the alarm clock on your night stand. Sure Sebastian usually let you come at least twice before ever thinking of himself, but you hadn’t just had a short session either. You’d been at it for nearly an hour, so you were more than satisfied to say the least.

“Sebastian, trust me. It’s okay. You made me feel amazing.You always do”

He smiles down at you sheepishly, kissing the corner of your mouth, “Good.” Slowly he leaned up and began to slowly remove himself from your sensitive pussy. You let out a little sigh, at the loss, but your given a soft peck to the forehead as a consolation.“You okay? Sensitive?”

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be. You took care of me.” You smile.

“Anything, for the prettiest girl in the world.”

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oscpaistry · 8 months

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Busy.

-ft. hornyf!reader x Seb Vettel

Your husband has been busy with his work, scheduling his meetings, setting alarms for his races and just way more work. You on the other hand, you were bored out of your mind. So that's probably why you were so bored and so horny. You quietly walk into his work station because you didn't know if he was in a meeting. Gladly, he wasn't.

"Hey liebling, are you okay?" Seb asked not really bothering to look up from his computer. You walk behind the chair he was sitting on.

"Mhm, im okay. And you?" you replied while your fingers slowly went to play with his blond curls. He gave you hum and got back to work. You just played with his curls for a while. After a while your fingers started trailing off to the skin between his neck and shoulders. You started to massage him, hoping he will relax and maybe understand why you suddenly came into his office.

He let out a few puffs and groans, he let his head fall back and he let his arms relax. The ache between your thighs got bigger, and you got needier.

"Schatz, what do you need?" Seb asked you with a deep voice and his accent now stronger. He turned around in his chair. He saw you already looking at him with a goofy grin on your face. His hands went to roam your body. First your thighs, then your ass, your hips, your waist, your arms and then he let his hands relax on your hips again.

"You. But if you cant fuck me can i just please sit on your lap while you do your work?" You replied and Sebastian thought he heard you begging for a moment. He had a good grip on your hips and he set you on his lap, you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable. You put your arms around his shoulders and lay against him. He turned around and got back to work.

After a while of sitting on his lap, you still had that ache between your thighs. You slowly started to move against him. You kept going at the slowest pace ever, but it didn't help and Seb didn't really notice. After a few minutes you went a bit faster, and faster until you felt your husband starting to swell up under you. Seb put a hand on your back, and you arched your back. You looked at him and saw his face a bit flushed.

"Seb, are you enjoying this..?" you asked him but he just gave you a smile instead. You wanted an answer so you stopped all of your movement.

"Come on, schatz. Please... just keep going." He whined. You never saw Seb like this, but you loved every part of it. You again started to grind yourself on his lap, but the ache between your thighs turned into frustration. But you were getting wetter by looking at how your husband is reacting to all this. You felt his hands on your ass and he squeezed it.

"Fuck.. Liebe, I'm almost.. shit.. im gonna.." He moaned and he let go. You saw hus eyebrows relax, eyes flutter shut, mouth open and face a bit red. He bucked his hips up to yours.

"Seb.. you never looked so pretty in your whole life." you said to him while his breath was heavy. Your fingers traced his jaw and you kissed him very passionately. Seb smiled into the kiss. Seb released first from the kiss.

"That was.. something." he chuckled and you giggled.

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orions-tears · 1 year

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hi!! seb x reader fic prompt here- how about a trans (ftm) mc x sebastian and they’re making out for the first time? a confession of sorts perhaps

Confession - Sebastian Sallow

Pairing: Sebastian x Male!Reader

Themes: Fluff, slight spice, coming out

A/N: Hello! I hope I captured what you were looking for. I've come out to the people I know pretty cryptically so I don't have much experience just doing it, you know? Anyways, I hope it's okay!

P.S. The grading scale for NE.W.T.S and O.W.L.S is O, E, and A being passing scores and P, D, and T are fails.

“A P! I got a P! That’s a fail isn’t it?” you yell, smacking your forehead and pacing back in forth.

Sebastian is watching you, holding back a laugh as he leans against the library desk. He shakes his head and turns back toward his book. “I told you I’d help you study,” he replies, throwing his hands in the air. You sigh and sit on the table next to his, looking down at him.

“I’m telling you it’s not fair. All I’ve done for this place and I still fail.”

With that comment he bursts out laughing, prompting Madam Scribner to yell at him to be quiet. He looks at her and apologizes in a sing-song voice, looking back at you with a smile. “She loves me I know it,” he says, shrugging. “Look, this just means we need to study more for your N.E.W.T.S.” He grabs his book and stands, winking at you. “And I know just the place.”

You end up following him to the clock tower to a corner of the walkway, away from normal traffic. You realize why he brought you here and you just stare at him, trying not to smile. “Do you think you’re funny, Sebastian?”

He leans against the railing and closes his eyes. “I think I’m quite hilarious, but this is no joke.” He opens his eyes and takes a step towards you. “It’s important to take a break from studying sometimes. You need to be prepared.” He reaches out and lightly touches your cheek. “You’ve been seeing your books more than me.” He places a hand over his forehead to feign being faint. You shake your head and grin at him.

“Sebastian, I know what you’re doing.”

He looks at you, shocked. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You tilt your head at him. It’s not surprising how forward he is about getting you alone. You’ve been waiting for this since fifth-year. The minute you met in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you knew you had to have him. You step forward, pushing him against the railing. He smirks as you take his face in your hands, kissing him harshly. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, the other moving to untuck your shirt. You think nothing of it until you realize he’s never actually seen you without a shirt. Panicking, you grab his wrist and pull away.

He looks at you, confused. “Everything alright?” he asks, concerned.

You flush red and turn away tucking your shirt back in. “I…uhm…maybe now isn’t the best time,” you say, scared of what he might say if you tell him the truth. He leans around you and grabs your hand. When you look up at him you see he’s smiling but he looks a little bit sad. You want to trust him with everything and you know he wants you to, but this? You know he’d never do anything to hurt you but he’s not always the best at keeping secrets.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

Your eyes grow wide as you reply, “No! No it isn’t you I’m sorry…It’s just…” you trail off. How are you going to say this? You pull him back into the corner and hold both of his hands, looking down at your feet. “Please don’t be upset with me,” you plead, quietly. He shakes his head and laughs a little.

“Why would I be upset with you? Are you confessing that it was really you that stole my other waistcoat? Cause I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” You laugh and put your hands on your hips.

“No I didn’t steal it. How do you lose a waistcoat anyway?”

He shrugs. “Isn’t that the question.”

You shake your head, your smile fading. “No, umm. I’m just going to say it, alright? Please promise me you won’t be upset.”

He nods. “I promise.”

You take a big breath and sigh. “Okay…” you say as you shut your eyes. “I’m trans.” You turn your head away from him, cringing while you wait for a response. After a moment he squeezes your hands and you look back at him. Your face is hot and you’re so scared of his response.

“Thank you,” he says. You blink a couple times. Thank you?

“What?” you manage to get out.

He smiles. “I said thank you. For trusting me.”

You feel a tear run down your face and you quickly wipe it away. “I- your not mad?”

He laughs. “Mad? What a ludicrous thing to think. You trust me with a secret and think I’ll be mad? I would never.”

You hug him tightly, feeling a few more tears run down your face. Sebastian was the first person outside your family that you trusted with this information and oh how kind he was about it. He may be brash sometimes, but with you he was kind. You pull away from the hug and kiss him again. When you pull away, he smiles. “We should do that again. A few more times, actually.”

You start laughing and shove him away. “I need to study, Sebastian, stop distracting me on purpose.” You start walking back to the library with Sebastian trailing behind you. You turn around to look at him and grin. “You know, maybe you can take my shirt off.” You grins and grabs ahold of your arms. You laugh and shove him to the side. “But, only if I pass my N.E.W.T.S.”

He groans and throws his hands up in the air. “It’ll never happen.” You scoff and punch him in the arm. When he yelps, you start running down the stairs of the faculty tower. He runs after you shouting vague threats he’d never follow through on. Finally, you knew someone loved you for who you were, no exceptions.

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vaginalsauce · 1 year

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What you want

warnings

Smut blurb, sleepy sex, unprotected, pet names, little bit of degradation with a sprinkle of praise idk, lovey seb

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Sebastian shifted uncomfortably in bed, grunting as he turned over onto his side, throwing his arm over you. You hummed subconsciously, pressing back into him just to feel the warmth of his body against your back.

He brushed your hair from over your shoulder, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin. He lifted his hips to gently grind against your ass, letting out shaky breaths every time you pushed yourself towards him.

"C'mon baby, need you." He practically whimpered in desire, and you slowly batted your eyes open as you slowly came to. You turned your head to glance back at him.

"Bas? You okay?" You questioned, still groggy from the remaining sleep still rounding in your head.

"Need you." He repeated, and that's when you felt the hardness rubbing against your backside. He moved closer to your face so he could bring you into a lazy kiss, not wasting any time before he pushed his tongue into your mouth, pressing and rubbing against your own. His hands reached down under the blankets, lifting the oversized T-shirt you were wearing just above your hips.

You whined into his mouth as his fingers ran over your clothed cunt, before taking the cloth and pushing it slowly down your thighs. "This okay baby?" He questioned, and you nodded. "Words, sweet girl, gotta tell me what you want."

"You, Bas, want you." You reached your hand down and behind you to pull the waistband of his boxers down, to no avail. He chuckled before tugging his boxers down for you, stroking his cock slowly before lining himself up with your cunt, running himself through your folds before pushing into you slowly.

A soft moan left you at the feeling, and you grabbed his hand, tangling your fingers together as he began to pump his hips up into yours, albeit sloppily. "Thas' my girl, moaning f'me. My good little slut."

His slow thrusts made your head fuzzy, and you couldn't help the whimper you let out at his words. Your nails dug into his hand, and he gently pulled his from yours before he trailed his hand over your hip and between your legs, rubbing slow circles into your clit.

Your legs shivered, and you clenched around him with every circle he made with his fingers. "Shit, baby, you're squeezing me so tight, not gonna last long."

His thrusts quickened just the slightest bit, and the rubbing on your clit got faster with added pressure, and you began to squirm.

"Hold it, honey, know you're close. I'm right here, hold it little more f'me."

Your moans only got louder, and your body rocked against his as you tried your hardest to keep yourself from coming undone right then.

"My pretty whore, so perfect for me. Take it baby, just a lil more." He grunted out, steadily pushing his hips into yours just a few more times before you came, squirming and moaning, and he wasn't far behind you. Sebastian came right as he was pulling out, his cum dripping right out of you as the rest splattered against the backs of your thighs. He pushed his cum back into you, his cock nestling right back into your constricted walls.

"I'll go get a washcloth, hold on." He began to pull away and get up, but you tugged him right back down.

"Stay inside of me."

He was a a bit surprised, but only nodded, pressing a long kiss to your cheek. He rested down right behind you, cock molded into your plush perfectly. "Thank you, sweet girl."

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cevans-is-classic · 6 months

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18+ only please. Sexual content, unprotected sex, language, oral

My Masterlist One and Two

Seb is here!

The Anon who asked about the Endings Beginnings gif request! I had this puppy in line and thought it'd be a good one to use. Enjoy!

Seb moved behind you, taking slow steps and brushing your biceps when he came forward. You looked at him humming. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking both of you side to side as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I thought we were going to tackle cleaning tomorrow?” He kissed your shoulder.

You turn the bowl in your hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking about them sitting out. We need to get the dishwasher fixed.”

“Mmm, we do.” He kissed you again, nuzzling into you as he squeezes you tight.

You set the cup down, unplugging the drain before wiping it dry. Seb stays glued to you as you move around the kitchen. He hums when you put the cups away, smiles into your neck when you sort the utensils, and holds your waist when you put the pots and pans up.

You feel this itch, like something is coming, and you can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. Shaking away the crawling feeling, you spin in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, and smiling at him, “Alright, how may I help you?”

“Well,” He kisses your nose, “I was coming down to see what you were doing,” He kisses your left cheek, “Then I saw you doing the dishes,” Your right cheek, “And you were wiggling your ass a little-”

You laughed, tilting your head back and Seb took full advantage, brushing his lips over your jaw and down until he skims his teeth. You gasp, jerk in his hold but smile as he kisses you, trailing bites along your throat and back up.

“My wiggling ass do it for you?” You grin.

“Baby,” Seb slides his hands until he can grip your ass, pressing you closer against him as he does, “Everything about you does it for me.”

The kiss was rough, your nose hitting his before you could turn your head, and Seb laughed a moment before you settled against each other. He’s still smiling when you lick at his bottom lip and he slides his hands to your thighs.

A yelp escapes as he lifts you his smile turning into a smirk, his hands tightening on your thighs as walks you towards to island and sits you down. His left hand curls around your calf pulling it higher to hang over his hip, his nails scratching over your skin.

“I just cleaned.” You whispered.

He nodded, “and you did a wonderful job.” He kisses you again, slower this time, but deeper. His tongue licked your mouth open and you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. His stubble was a little damp, and scratchy against your cheeks, and it made you blush.

Sebastian pulls back a second. “You okay?”

You drop his gaze, “Yeah.”

“Hey,” He squeezes your hip, “We don’t have to do anything-”

“No.” You shake your head, grabbing his shoulder, and softly shook him, “No.”

“Okay.” He nods again. “Not in the kitchen?”

Your cheeks heat, your eyes rolling to the ceiling as you shake your head and shimmy a bit against him. “Baby, talk to me.”

“I know, I-” With a breath, you look back at him, “I thought about your scruff and-”

Seb blinked, then he tilted his head, eyebrow coming up. “Yeah? Thought about my facial hair. Where?”

You looked down and Seb's grin turned hungry before he pulled you to the edge of the island and pushed you backward. He watches you rest along the surface, hands sliding over the countertop with nervous fingers.

“Baby,” He taps your hip until you move, helping him slip your shorts and underwear down, letting it hang off your foot as he kisses your knee, “I know what you mean.”

“Your knees are going to hate you.” It comes out as a squeak, your hands clenching into fists with embarrassment.

“But something will love me a lot more.” He says and licks your inner thigh. You gasp, the marble beneath you sticking to your backside.

Seb keeps going, his hands opening your legs further, teeth leaving marks as he works up your thigh. His finger startles you, the way he spreads you and touches you — his thumb finding your clit.

“Bast-”

“I got you.” He kisses above your heat. “I got you.”

Your hands fly to his hair when he licks you. One broad stripe that circled your clit. His fingers moved to your entrance, his thumb sliding in enough that you were aching for him to touch you. His tongue presses into you instead, licking, sucking, flicking against you over and over until your thighs shake.

He dove in again and again, faster, slower, fingers sliding in and out and in until you’re muttering curse words and gasping his name. It made your knee weak, and your fingers ache where you fist his hair. When you’re close, teetering, almost over that crashing edge, he stops.

“Fuck- what.”

Seb looks up at you, letting you see the slick dampening your beard, and with a grin he kisses your thigh again. Scraping his facial hair across your skin then licking you once, twice, repeating the pattern until the words coming out of you were incoherent. You needed him to go faster, needed him to make you come with his name on your tongue. His tongue inside you.

When his scruff scratches against you, arousal, hot and prickling, shoot up your spine, “Baby-”

He nipped your clit then went back to work, doubling his effort, fucking his fingers into you over and over and you need to come. Are begging for it, reaching for it, it’s slow close and you’re pressing into his face, closer, closer.

He pulls back.

You push him backward, your feet hitting the floor before you push him onto his back and climb over him.

“Are you okay?” You guide him inside you, then sink down, watching his eyes close, his chin tilting upwards, and a drop of your slick moves down his neck.

“So fucking okay.” He curses, gasping as your hips move.

Yes, yes, fuck right there. He feels perfect, filling you. His shirt shifts as you press against his chest, using your hands as leverage to ride him.

“So good,” He groans, grabbing your hips, and raising his knees enough to balance you. It buries him deeper, slides his cock against you, and that buzzing feeling went through you again. This time it felt electric and made your thighs tighten. He helps guide you as the feeling builds.

“Yes,” You gasp, “yes, yes, fuck.”

“Come on, baby, come for me.” His voice is deeper, his mouth going slack when you squeeze around him, dig your nails into his chest, and come.

He makes a drawn-out rumbling noise his hips bucking upwards. Seb guides you over him still dragging you through your after-shocks and towards his own release.

His eyes lose focus as he looks at you, one hand moving to touch your neck, your jaw, your cheek, and then he pulls you down and bites at your lips. The position has you shaking your head, his hips moving faster, the hand on your hip clenching tighter.

“Please.” You breathe into the kiss, “Baby, please.”

He kisses you harder when he comes, eyes closing, his hands a vice grip on you. It makes you snap, your body twitching as a sharp orgasm floods you.

Feeling him breathe against your cheek keeps you focused. His heart was racing beneath along your own as he shifted, kissing you slower.

#sebastain stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebstan

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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Reader getting fucked hard infront of mafia bucky, Lee and Charles by seb, maybe they even get involved

Sebastian Stan x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader, Charles Blackwood x Reader; dub!con, mafia, rough vaginal sex,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were bent over the table, legs spread wide as Sebastian thrust into you from behind. Bucky, Lee, and Charles were sitting around you, jerking their cocks.

"I don't know how many times I have to drill this into you baby, if I'm busy, find one of the guys. If we're all busy, wait patiently. Interrupting my meeting with the boys, climbing all over Bucky to get my attention because I'm talking about him? That's not okay."

Sebastian was fucking you hard, with deep, powerful strokes that had you biting your lip as you pressed your face harder into the table. "Uh-uh, you better look at the boys, 'specially Bucky, cause you won't be seeing him for a couple days. Matter of fact, Bucky come help fuck this pussy- little parting gift before your trip that someone interrupted our discussion about." Sebastian snapped his hips harder, your hips banging against the edge of the table until he eased up, Bucky sliding a finger in beside Sebastian's cock.

You moaned as you were stretched, Bucky quickly adding a second finger and pulling at your pussy walls, forcing you to relax and loosen. When he had three fingers comfortably inside you, he hooked them around the top of your cunt, pressing hard on a spot that had you shaking, his palm rubbing against your clit.

"That's enough Bucky," Sebastian growled, feeling you tighten on him. Bucky nodded, using his fingers to pull you again, as he slipped the head of his dick inside you, fingers popping out.

You moaned, babbling nonsense as Bucky pressed forwards, inching along beside Sebastian until they were both as deep as they could be.

Sebastian pulled out, letting Bucky slide in, then he pulled out and Sebastian thrust in. They kept up this rotation, fucking you back and forth, making you clench as you tried to keep up with them.

Lee and Charles kept their eyes locked on you, and as you stared at Charles, he came, mouth dropping open, cum spilling up and over his hand. You whined and he held his hand up to your mouth, letting you lick it clean. As he tucked himself away, you turned to Lee, who was standing up. He aimed at your face, hand moving rapidly, and right as he came, Sebastian and Bucky both pressed back into you, making your mouth drop open in a silent scream.

Lee groaned as his cum shot across your lips and tongue, coating them as you gasped, chest heaving. Bucky was grinding deep into you, coming and making the the way slick for Sebastian to fuck even harder when Bucky pulled out.

You felt tears in your eyes as Sebastian wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, holding you down as his hips rolled. "Next time, what are you going to do baby?" he asked darkly, sounding like his jaw was clenched.

"Gonna w-wait p-patiently," you stuttered, moaning as you felt his hips still, coming deep inside you. You clenched desperately, trying to push yourself over the edge, but Sebastian pulled out, leaving you empty.

"Good girls get to come. Bad girls who interrupt, don't. Now come sit on my lap while we finish talking, and you'd better be silent."

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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On One Condition

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

A/N: This is a boss x secretary AU

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, sneaking around, breaking and entering, getting caught, yelling, a slight instance of being scared of being hit (he doesn't tho), rough kissing, rough sex, fingering, squirting, oral (both male and female receiving), rimming (male receiving), face fucking, deep throating, throat fucking, cum eating, choking, nipple play, strip tease, light dom/sub, name-calling, light degradation, begging, praise kink, teasing, biting, leaving marks, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5,460

Beta: T. Thompson

Written For: One of my co-workers, Mike. :)

"Hey, Y/N, look at this."

You'd been working on your boss's weekly finance report for the past hour, and it was beginning to make your eyes cross.

Sebastian, your very attractive boss.

He was infuriatingly gorgeous, but he was also arrogant, and that was a turn-off. He was a perfectionist and wasn't afraid to tell you if you messed something up.

That's what you were doing right now, fixing a formula in an excel spreadsheet that you'd apparently done wrong. The only reason you continued to put up with being Sebastian’s assistant was because of Tiffany.

Tiffany worked alongside you as the head of the data analysis team and had become your best friend. She didn't work directly for Sebastian, but she did have a front-row seat to all the shit he put you through.

She'd always been good at cheering you up by occasionally distracting you, and you were hoping whatever was on her computer screen was just that. A distraction.

"What's up, babe?"

You stood, your flowy black knee-high skirt flaring out slightly as you walked across the room to her desk. At first, it didn't look like anything, just a black and white surveillance video of the building's parking garage.

"What exactly am I supposed to be seeing here, Tiff?"

She pulled your wrist making you squat down, "shh! Don't let Seb hear you! Keep watching, it's just a few more seconds in."

You gave her an odd look but kept watching nonetheless. Sure enough, roughly ten seconds later, you saw Sebastian walking to his car. He had a file tucked under his arm with classified, written in big, bold red letters. He kept looking from side to side, watching for other people as he quickly got into his sleek, black impala and drove away.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Tiffany," you harshly whispered. "What is that?! How did you even get access to the security camera feed?!"

She peeked over the top of her desk, a look of alarm on her face as she turned quickly back to you.

"Fuck! Here, take this stack of papers and say you were helping me with it! He's coming!"

You snatched the papers and slowly stood up giving Tiffany a friendly smile.

"So, anyway, that's how you do a pivot table. I'll take a look at these lists and let you know what I think, okay? Oh! Hello, Sebastian! I just finished fixing the formula on your report. I'll get it sent over to you in the next couple of minutes."

Sebastian put his hands on his hips and raised one of those perfect eyebrows of his.

"Y/N, I certainly hope you're not lying to me. You know how I feel about dishonesty. It makes me…angry."

You smiled sweetly at him, holding the stack of papers to your chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

You walked past him, your heels clacking against the tile as you made your way back to your desk.

A couple of hours passed before you'd completed everything on the task list Sebastian had emailed you that morning. It was nearly six o'clock when you finally logged your time and shut down your computer.

You were the only one left in the office, so you made sure to turn the lights out and lock up. You'd barely gotten to the elevators when your phone began to vibrate in your purse.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hey, have you left work yet?"

You stopped and leaned against the wall of the lobby. "No, I'm still here, Tiff."

She sighed and lowered her voice. "Oh, great! Okay, so here's what you're gonna do. Go in the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a bobby pin. Then-"

You cut her off, "Babe, what are you talking about? Why do I feel like I'm gonna regret this?"

She shuffled the phone around and you heard a door shut in the background.

"You won't regret it because you won't get caught! Now, focus. Bobby pin is in my top desk drawer. From there, you're gonna pick the lock on Sebastian’s office. Once you're in you'll have free reign to look for any clues about that file!"

You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, alright fine. I'm only looking around for five minutes though. I'm too nervous to look any longer. I'll call you back in ten minutes. If I don't, then you know I'm either dead or caught."

The two of you hung up as you made your way back into the office. As quiet as it was, the atmosphere still felt different, like you were already trespassing and you hadn't even gone into his office yet.

You quickly found the bobby pin and slowly made your way to the closed wooden door taking a deep breath. The fact that you were doing this was crazy. This was the first illegal thing you'd ever done, and it was honestly terrifying.

With a shaky hand, you wedged the hairpin in the keyhole and moved it around. For a while, nothing happened, and it seemed like this was all a lost cause.

Just when you were about to give up the lock clicked and the door opened slightly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in as you slowly pushed the door open. His office was dark, his desk and wall locker casting an ominous shadow over the room.

You took a deep breath and walked across the carpet to sit in his leather chair. It was soft, the stitching surely leaving little indents on the backs of your legs.

The top drawer was empty except for a few pens and a little jar of paper clips. The middle one had coffee k-cups and an assortment of condiment packets, nothing at all interesting. When you tried the bottom drawer it didn't want to open right away, but once it did, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

At least one hundred folders all marked classified were stacked in two neat piles. You racked your brain to try and think of what could possibly be in them. Coming up with nothing, you picked up the top folder and carefully opened it.

There, sorted neatly into paperclipped stacks were photos of women in different sexual poses. Leather, black laced lingerie, and even some fully nude shots.

You had so many questions. Did he know these women? Did he take the photos? Did he sleep with them? You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't hear the elevators ding. The moment his deep voice filled the expanse of the office you nearly jumped out of your skin.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The folder fell from your hands and you felt your blood run cold.

"I-I was… I-I um…"

He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes, and you were sure this was how you were going to die. He was going to kill you right here behind his desk. Sebastian grabbed your jaw between the fingers of his right hand, pushing your body against the back wall forcefully.

"I gave you a job and this is how you thank me?!"

He spoke low, his words spewing from his mouth like venom.

"You break into my office and go through my things?! I knew…I fucking KNEW you weren't helping Tiffany with a damn pivot table."

Hot tears were falling freely down your cheeks, pooling where his fingers tightly held your skin.

"S-Sebastian…y-you're hurting m-me. Please… 'm s-sorry."

He let your chin go, but his arms bracketed you in, his face inches from yours. "You're sorry?! Y/N, the only reason you're sorry is that I fuckin' caught you in the act. So, what was it, hm? What possessed you to go through my desk?"

Your whole body shook with fear, your breathing becoming erratic, and when he raised his voice again you cowered as far into the wall as you could.

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMMIT!"

"I-I-I…Tiff and I… she… we saw a security video. I-It was of y-you holding a folder a-and we wanted t-to know why it was classified."

His blue eyes were perilous and dark.

"Didn't your Mommy ever tell you not to touch what isn't yours?"

His left hand cupped your cheek, and you cursed yourself for feeling both fear and arousal course through you.

"What," he whispered, his eyes flicking down to your lips, "should we do now, Y/N? How should we fix this? 'Cause, you're only leavin' this room on one condition. I get to reprimand you."

His mouth was so close to yours now that you could almost taste his spearmint gum.

"S-Sir I-"

His fingers slid through your hair grabbing it tightly as he smashed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He wasn't gentle by any means. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, claiming you, taking what he wanted from you like you were his toy. And at that moment you were.

The way he was dominating you ignited a flame that ceased to exist before this moment. His hands slid under your blouse, touching you everywhere they could, and when he roughly squeezed one of your bra-covered nipples you couldn't stop the sinful moan he pulled from your throat.

"Listen to you…so fuckin' needy. Bet you wish you could be those girls, posing all pretty for me while I take pictures of you."

His teeth nipped at your earlobe making you shudder.

"Got such a perfect figure, sugar. You'd look so pretty in lace, spread all wide and tied up. Been drivin' me fuckin' crazy wearin' these skirts and form-fitting tops. It almost seems like you're doin' it on purpose. I've seen the way you look at me."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a question.

"Tell me, Y/N…does the thought of me bending you over my desk get you wet?"

You nodded and bit your lip, his eyes immediately honing in on the action.

"Careful, doll," he used his thumb to free it, "you keep that up and I won't be able to control myself."

The lust in his eyes sent another spark of want straight to your core.

"Please…"

Honestly, you weren't even sure what you were asking for, but you knew you needed more. You needed him to touch you.

"I don't think you're in the position to be makin' requests, sweetheart."

He let the pads of his fingers slide up your inner thigh, barely touching your skin. "I think," he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "a nosey little girl like you needs to be punished."

He slid his index finger in the side hem of your panties, not quite touching you, but enough to feel that they were soaked through.

"Feels like you want that too. Is that true, Y/N? You want me to devour this sweet, delicate body of yours and make you mine?"

"Yes."

That one word was all he needed to hear. His mouth was on you again, kissing, biting, and licking anywhere he could, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The thin fabric of your blouse shredded easily beneath his large hands, the pieces falling next to your feet.

"Mmm, these perfect tits, your curves, that perky little ass. God, Y/N, you're a work of fuckin' art."

Sebastian backed away and walked to sit on the couch against the opposite wall.

"C'mere."

You slowly moved in front of him, covering your body from how exposed you felt.

"Nuh-uh, don't do that. Lemme see you." He reached out and pulled your arms down to your sides. "Absolutely stunning."

He was quiet for a few minutes, his eyes taking in your half-naked form before he gave his next instruction.

"Take the rest of those clothes off nice and slow for me, baby."

Without taking your eyes off his, you hooked your fingers in the top hem of your skirt and slowly slid it down your legs. Once it pooled at your feet you kicked it to the side and slid the straps of your lacy black bra off each shoulder. Leaning forward, you showed him your cleavage while you reached to undo the buckle on your left stiletto.

"Oh, baby," he cooed, "leave those on for me. The stockings can stay too. Fuck, you look so fuckin' divine, doll. Just wanna get my mouth on that sweet pussy."

You bit your lip again and whimpered when he let out a low growl.

"Thought I told you to quit doin' that." He stood and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you easily. "You need to learn to follow orders, Y/N."

He shoved everything off his desk and set you down on the cool wood.

"Spin around and lean back against me, baby. Let me give you a lesson on how to follow directions."

You obeyed him immediately and rested back against his toned chest, the muscles shifting beneath his button-up shirt.

"Sebastian, I… I haven't um…"

He smoothed his hands down your arms and peppered kisses along the pulse point of your neck. "You haven't what, honey? You're not about to tell me you're a virgin are you?"

You shook your head no and licked your lips. "N-No, but I… it's been a while and um… well, a guy has never given me a…you know…"

Sebastian stilled, his fingers turning your face toward his.

"Princess, are you telling me you've never gotten off by someone other than yourself?"

Your eyes looked down at the floor as you nodded.

"They've never been able to," you whispered. "I…there must be something wrong with me."

He brought his lips down to yours, kissing you slow and sweet.

"Listen to me, Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you. You've just never been with a real man. Let me show you what it feels like to have someone make you come apart over and over again."

He nipped at your bottom lip. "First, I'm gonna put two of my thick fingers in that pretty pussy." Another love bite, this time on your jaw. "Then, once you come, I'll make you do it again on my tongue." His teeth scraped against the sensitive spot right below your ear making you whine desperately. "Finally, I'll make you scream my name as I fuck you full of my cum."

"Oh, god, Sebastian! Please…make me feel good…"

"Shh, I've got you, baby."

His hands moved from your arms to the top of your bra, "see, what those other men don't know is that women need intimacy. They need," he pulled the thin lace material down and began rolling your nipples between his fingers, "to be touched and caressed. They need more than just a quick fuck to feel good."

Your chest heaved, your hand absentmindedly making its way to grab your hair from the jolts of pleasure he was giving you.

"Fuck…"

Sebastian carefully turned your body and laid you down, his left hand gliding down to your panties. "How attached are you to these?"

You shook your head, "at this point, I don't care about anything other than you… just… please do something."

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Oh, doll, that's sweet of you... Already tellin' me I'm all that you care about, and I've barely even touched you. Kinda makes me think there's a deeper meaning to those words."

He wasn't looking for a response, nor did he give you a chance to come up with one because in the next second he tore your panties from your body. Sebastian smoothed his fingers just above your clit, moving back and forth, making you whine in frustration.

"Goddammit, Seb, I swear if you don't touch m-"

His other hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back so you could see his face. "Watch it, Y/N. If you keep bein' a brat I'm gonna have to treat you like one."

The hand around your throat migrated to your right nipple while the middle and ring fingers on his left moved up and down your soaked folds.

"Oh, fuck! S-Sebastian, oh, god yeah, like that, just like that. Please don't stop."

He circled your clit, applying delicious pressure fueling your inferno of arousal like it was a wildfire.

"So fuckin' wet, Y/N. You want me to make you come? Ready to come undone just from my fingers, honey?"

All you could do was nod, and finally, finally, he pushed them inside of you. You cried out, your hips raising to meet the quick thrusts of his fingers.

"Oh, my god! Fuck!"

He spread the ones on his other hand and pressed you back down holding you in place. "Yeah, princess? That feel good?"

He leaned down and swirled his tongue over a nipple before taking it between his teeth.

"Shit! Sebastian I-... baby, please!"

He smirked and increased the pressure of the hand splayed on your lower abdomen. "Oh, doll, this isn't even the best part. If you think it feels good now, you're in for a real treat."

The moment he curled his fingers and rubbed them back and forth you arched your back and screamed. The added pressure he was applying with his other hand only intensified the feeling, your eyes rolling back on their own accord.

"Jesus baby girl, I can feel you clenching around me already. You look so fuckin' gorgeous like this, moanin' for me. Drives me wild knowin' I'm makin' you feel this way. You gonna come for me, sugar? C'mon, Y/N…be a good girl for me."

You couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. Your first promised orgasm tore through your body like a bolt of lightning as you soaked his hand, your inner thighs, and the desk with your cum.

Your whole body shook as you tried to catch your breath. Sebastian brought his hand to his mouth, closing his lips around his soaked fingers, licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste so fuckin' sweet, doll. I've never been able to make a girl do that on the first try."

You grabbed onto his shirt and roughly pulled him down for a passionate kiss. It was needy, hot, and wanting, as you licked into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Please… please make me do that again. Felt so good, so fucking good…"

Sebastian chuckled against your lips and helped you sit up. "Gladly, baby, but first I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

You immediately got off the desk and sank to your knees. He let you take control for the first few moments, watching as your shaky hands struggled with his belt. His fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at him through your lashes.

"There's no need to hurry, sweetheart. I'm not goin' anywhere. Let me get these off, okay?"

You sat back on your heels as he stripped the rest of the way, your eyes marveling at how beautiful he was.

"Wow…"

You hadn't meant to say it out loud, his intense stare making you blush.

"See anything you like, honey?"

"Yes, god yes, please let me taste you."

He pulled you to your feet and pulled you flush against him, his hard cock pressing against your belly. "I want you to taste me too, baby. In more ways than one."

It took your brain a moment to comprehend what he was asking of you.

"Wait, what do you me-"

Oh. Oh.

It finally clicked and for the first time that night, he actually looked nervous. His eyes studied your reaction for a moment before looking down at his feet.

"S'okay if you don't want to…"

You stared at him, thinking about the mind-blowing bliss he'd just brought you. You thought about how he was going to be going down on you soon, how he promised to give you two more orgasms.

The thought of getting that intimate with a man hadn't even been a blip on your sexual radar until now. You could say no, but the thought of hearing his filthy moans made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Okay," you whispered softly, "I'll do it. I'll try. I've um…never done it before, but I… I'll do my best to make you feel good."

Sebastian moaned and kissed you deeply. "Don't worry, baby. I'll talk you through it. Also, I know you didn't ask, but I'm clean… ya know…back there."

He smiled sheepishly and moved to stand in front of his desk chair.

"C'mere, doll. Come sit behind me."

You did as you were told and reached out to run your small hands up the backs of his thighs.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can explore a little. I don't mind."

He bent over, his torso resting on the wood as he slightly spread his legs. "'M'ready, love. Just uh…run your tongue up and down slowly until you get used to it."

You gripped his ass and spread his cheeks apart, his breathing immediately becoming breathy. He was smooth, his cock hard and leaking as you gave his hole a tentative lick.

"Y-Y/N…"

The way he moaned your name caused a switch to flip inside you. You needed to hear him say it like that again.

You didn't hesitate, holding him in place with your hands as you flattened your tongue to lick all around his rim.

"Holy fuckin'...Oh, shit! Babydoll, oh fuck, right there! Right there, baby. Jesus fuckin' Christ don't stop, Y/N…"

He was a babbling mess, and it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen in your life. The power you held as you took this man apart just from your mouth was intoxicating.

"Fuck baby… oh, I could come just from this. You've got one hell of a mouth. God, I gotta have it. I gotta feel those pretty pink lips around my cock. C'mere."

He pushed himself up and turned around so his cock was inches from your face. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to stroke him at a slow, steady pace.

"Use me, Sebastian. I need to hear you make those sounds again. Please, baby, fuck my mouth."

His eyes darkened, his gaze turning possessive, and you gasped when he bunched your hair between his fingers and yanked your head back.

"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, "'s'that what you need? To be my filthy little plaything?"

You whimpered and opened your mouth.

"Mmm, such a little slut for it aren't ya? So hungry for my cock. Remember to breathe, doll."

He rocked his hips forward, pushing into your mouth slowly, and when he hit the back of your throat you dug your nails into his thighs.

"Shh, don't tense up, sugar. Relax…breathe through your nose. You can do it, Y/N. Fuck! That's it."

He slid past your gag reflex into your throat, your face buried in soft dark curls. His right hand lightly moved up and down the column of your neck feeling himself inside of you.

"God, you're perfect, baby. So fuckin' sexy with my cock down your throat. Just wan- oh, shit! Baby, fuck!"

You swallowed around him and brought your hand up to gently squeeze his balls. Sebastian pulled you off of him, the grip on your hair tightening a fraction.

"You tryin' to kill me, baby? Open that mouth again, naughty girl."

As soon as you did he wasted no time thrusting back in, setting a solid rhythm as obscene words spewed from his lips.

"Such a bratty little whore. So desperate and - oh, god - needy for me. Bet you've fucked yourself to the thought of me. Haven't ya you little cock-slut? Fuck, yeah baby, that's right. Take it. Take my fuckin' dick like you were made for it, Y/N."

The moment his thrusts became sloppy he pulled out of you allowing you to take your first real deep breath in a while.

"You look so pretty right now. Your swollen lips, face covered with spit and tears, fuck baby, wish you could see yourself.

He wiped the wetness with his thumbs and motioned to his couch.

"Go sit for me, Y/N. I think you deserve to cum again."

The moment you leaned back against the soft cushions he knelt in front of you. One of his large hands curled around the back of your calf as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up towards your pussy.

"Sebastian, please…'m'so wet. Need to feel you so badly…"

He took the skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, biting and sucking little love bites that only added to the anticipation.

"So impatient, baby. Can't you see I'm busy marking what belongs to me? That pretty face, your perfect tits, these toned legs, your tight little pussy, all of you is mine, Y/N."

Your heart thudded hard against your chest, "Yes. Yes, I'm yours …all yours. Please just…please!"

He took pity on you and hooked your legs over his shoulders, his lips closing around your clit.

"Ohholyfuckingsh- oh god, Sebastian!"

His strong arms held you in place as he devoured your pussy. His tongue was everywhere. Circling your bundle of nerves, gliding between your folds, and when he delved it inside of you it made your vision go white.

"Oh, shit! Shit! Fuck! S-Sebastian I… baby, I can't...oh my god!"

He pulled off of you, his lust-blown pupils staring into your own.

"You can, doll. Let yourself feel what I'm doin' to you. Focus on the pleasure and let go for me. Come all over my face, sweetheart."

Sebastian started his assault again, groaning when you grabbed his hair to pull him closer.

"Shit, ohmyfuckinggod! Right there…oh, baby right there! More! Oh, fuck I need more!"

He rolled your clit between his fingers while his tongue explored your hole expertly.

"Oh, god...you're gonna make me…oh, god I'm gonna...gonna cum! Sebastian! Sebast-FUCK!"

You shook violently, your release saturating the dark green cushion below you.

"God damn, baby…that was so fuckin' hot. Taste so good too. Just like candy."

He picked you up again, one hand holding you just above your ass while the other rested in the middle of your back. You laced your fingers behind his neck and kissed him slowly, taking the time to memorize the taste of him mixed with yours.

It wasn't about ravishing each other anymore, no, this was sensual. He held you tight, turning to lie down on the couch before pulling you on top of him. His calloused hands touched every inch of you he could reach and all you wanted to do was drown in him. You'd stay in this moment forever and let yourself be consumed by him if you could.

"Sebastian, baby, I…please, can I ride you?"

He moaned and licked his lips.

"Yeah, princess. You want me to prep you first?"

You shook your head and reached behind your body to grab his cock.

"No. No, I wanna remember this…wanna remember how it feels as you fill me up."

"Y/N," his hands held your hips, "don’t hurt yourself, honey. You act like I'm gonna disappear or somethin'."

Sebastian's left hand cupped your cheek. "This isn't a one-time thing, ya know. At least I don't want it to be. I meant what I said earlier. Those marks on your legs, doll? Yeah, I did that to claim you. I want you to be mine, sugar."

If you weren't so turned on his words would have made you cry. Taking a shaky breath you positioned him at your entrance. "I need this, Seb. Please…can I?"

He nodded and you let yourself begin to sink down onto him.

He was the biggest you'd ever had, there was no doubt about that. His cock was gorgeous, well, all of Sebastian was, but his cock was so long and thick. Your eyes squinted shut, beginning to water as he stretched you.

"Y/N, baby, you're gonna hurt yourself."

You planted your hands on his chest and took a shaky breath. "No, I just… I need you to touch me…" You took his wrist and brought his hand to your clit. "Please…"

He began drawing loose circles, taking his time to prolong your pleasure, and a few minutes later you'd taken him to the hilt.

"Fuck, babydoll…," he moaned. "You're so damn tight."

For a few moments, you stayed still, allowing your body to get used to him. Finally, you carefully began to move, both of your cries echoing throughout the room.

"God, sweetheart, I can't believe how beautiful you look right now. Bouncin' up and down on my cock, fuck you're a dream come true."

You leaned forward, the new angle making you throw your head back in ecstasy as he hit your spot every time.

"Oh, god… Sebastian! It's so good… feels so good! Fuck, baby… want you to make me cum. Want you to ruin me - f-fuck… oh, god… - and I-I wanna feel you cum."

His kiss was sloppy, his resolve fading fast from how good you felt.

"I'll give you what you want, princess. But first, I need you to give me one more. C'mon, sweet girl, I know you can do it. Wanna feel you squeeze me…"

He slapped your ass and you cried out, your third orgasm approaching fast. His fingertips dug into your skin as he fucked up into you fast and hard. You were sure everyone within a 5 block radius could hear you, but you couldn’t care less.

"Fuckin' do it, baby. That's right, yeah…there you go. Can feel you…this perfect fuckin' pussy gripping my cock. C'mon, Y/N, give me what I want. Be a good girl and make a mess. Make a fuckin' mess all over me, baby."

The moment his right hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed the dam inside you broke. Your third orgasm hit you like a freight train, and if he didn't have a hold of your body, you'd have collapsed. You couldn't move, hell, you couldn't even remember your own name.

"Absolute perfection, Y/N. You did so well for me. C'mon, baby. Lemme bend you over my desk and fuck you full of my cum."

Sebastian had to practically carry you, but soon he had you bent over and spread wide for him. He entered you swiftly, the sudden intrusion making you gasp and claw at the desktop.

"Oh, Seb… baby, it's too much. Fuck, please… please!"

His right hand held your ass, spreading you wider so he could watch.

"Christ, doll. You hear how fuckin' wet you are? Wish you could see what I'm seein'. My cock filling you up over and over. God, baby I'm close…gonna fill you up. Fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come! Shit, baby… AH FUCK!"

He draped himself over you, his body trembling as he came down from his high. Once he was able to catch his breath he slowly pulled out and carried you to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Y/N? You with me, sweetheart?"

He watched you nod and chuckled. "Gonna go get you some water, okay? I'll be right back."

A couple of minutes later he came back and knelt between your legs. "Here baby, drink this for me."

You took the cup and emptied it quickly, licking your now wet lips. "Thank you, Sebastian."

He smiled, "You don't have to thank me, honey. Oh, but you do have fifteen missed calls from Tiffany."

Your eyes shot open. "Shit! Fuck, she's probably worried sick! I told her I'd call her back in ten minutes and it's been… an hour and a half!"

He watched with amusement as you unlocked your phone and hit the call button next to her name, putting it on speaker.

It only rang twice, her worried voice filling his office.

"Oh, thank fuckin' god! I thought he murdered you, Y/N! I was just about to drive there an-"

You cut her off, "Babe, I'm fine. He um… we uhh… he's..."

Tiffany gasped. "Oh, my fucking god! He's there right now, isn't he?! You two fucked didn't you?"

Sebastian laughed and took the phone from your hand. "Yes, Tiffany, we did. Actually, we did a lot more than that. I'm sure the two of you will have a lot to talk about during your next girl's night."

She squealed, making you blush profusely. "I fucking knew it! Alright, you two. Listen up because I've got something to say to the both of you."

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Sebastian as he mirrored your expression. "Oh, yeah? We're listening."

She giggled and gave a relieved sigh.

"It's about damn time!"

#j snow writes #sebstan #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #real person fiction #rpf

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taylorsage22 · 2 years

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New Sensations (Sebastian Lund x Reader)

Warnings-smut,Thigh riding

A/n- I love my Dorky Sebastion so dang much💙

“Hi.” You say, a yawn escaping your lips as your bare feet pads against the floor.

“Morning Sweetheart.” Sebastian says, smiling when he feels your arms wrap around him, kissing his cheek.

“It’s 3, why didn’t you wake me up?” You asked, your hands going into his shirt feeling his hot skin.

“You were up late with the case and you needed the sleep.” He said, turning his head away from the tv, a giving you a kiss.

“You alright?” He asks as you kiss him back, but it was different?

“Yea why?” You ask.

“Don’t know.” Sebastian says his brows furrowing. “Cmere.” He says, and before you know it, he’s pulling you over the couch, and his kissing you again.

“I need to finish this.” he says pulling away after a few minutes, picking up the video game controller.

“Okay.” You said, laying across his lap. Your head on the pillows and middle half on his lap. Sebastian chuckles at your childlike behavior before re-entering his mission.

You watch Sebastian as he curses under his breath, and face scrunches up. But then you feel the pulsing between your legs again. That’s the main reason why you got out of bed. You needed this taken care of. But what’re you suppose to do? Ask him? No—t-that’s weird? Right?

Sebastians hand came down to your inner thigh, your shorts letting him feel the soft skin before he moved to your stomach, your shirt riding up. He smiled to himself as he lifted the shirt up higher, his hand smoothing over the soft warm skin. You smiled as Sebastian bit his lip, his eyes looking over the mission. He retracted his hand, both on the controller now. You let out a sigh.

“You alright?” He asked his eyes flickering down to you then back up at the screen.

“Ya.” You mumbled, but Sebastian only raised his brows. “How long is this?” You asked sitting up on his lap.

“Don’t know, sometimes 20 minutes sometimes an hour or two.”

“An hour or two?!” You asked eyes wide. Sebastian chuckles before looking at you.

“What’s wrong? Do you want something?” Sebastian asks softly, leaning up to kiss your lips, his eyes however still on the screen.

“No.” You mumble, He nods his head, not noticing anything at all. You then try to relax, it’ll be awhile. The feeling between your legs will go away sooner or later.

“Just relax Y/n/n.” he says, a hand coming around to let you wrap your arms around him. However when you move to straddle Sebastian, the position makes you straddle his thigh.

As soon as your weight falls on his thigh, you mouth falls agape, and your forehead falls on his shoulder. Your breathing gets heavier, softly rubbing your lower half on his thigh.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, his hand coming up to rub your back. His thigh unintentionally flexing under you.

“Seb-“ you manage to get out, before your biting your lip.

“Y/n.” Sebastian says, licking his lips.

“Hmm?” You say trying not to give yourself away.

“You wanna ride my thigh?” Sebastian asks, making your eyes wide and your pulling away, so you can see his face.

“W-What?” You ask cheeks flushed. He smirks, before flexing his thigh again, making your mouth fall agape.

“Just start moving on my thigh Baby, it’s okay.” He said encouragingly.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” You said embarrassed. He got to another stopping point in the game, someone speaking on the game, he put the controller down.

“Just move your hips sweetheart,” Sebastian said, his hands on your waist, helping guide your movements. You sighed in pleasure as you started to feel some pressure. He helped your grind on his thigh, until you hit a spot.

“Fuck-“ a moan came out making Sebastian smile.

“Good job, keeping going angel.” He said letting you hold his shoulders, his hands now back on the controller continuing the game.

You continued to move on his thigh, finally finding the spot, your clit rubbing against his thigh. Sebastians eyes continued to flicker to his girl riding his thigh for the first time. “Such a good girl, your doing so good angel,” He said, now feeling the strain his gray sweats.

“Oh fuck—I-uhh-“ you moan, going faster on Sebastian's muscled thigh.

“You gonna cum?” He asks, tossing his controller to the side not caring anymore.

“F-fuck I’m so close Baby.” You whimper, your mouth hung open as you breath hard.

“I’m gonna help you.” Sebastian said as you nod frantically. He brings your shirt up, before tossing it away, his lips attaching to your nipple making you moan loudly.

“I’m close.” You say, Sebastian helping you move your hips faster.

“Cum for me baby.” Sebastian says sucking on your neck. With a few more movements, you were cumming, your back arching into his chest as you felt your panties get drenched. Your head fell on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him as he felt your hot skin.

“Fuck Sebby.” You said against his skin, making him shiver.

“Like that?” Sebastian asks with a smirk. You nod your head, pulling away so you can kiss his lips. “I wanna taste angel.” Sebastian says with lust filling his eyes. He always did this, if he wasn’t eating you out, then he wanted a taste after.

“Go ahead.” You said, kissing his neck, sebastian smiled, his hand coming down the front of your shorts and into your soaked panties.

“Fuck.” He felt your juices, his fingers moving on your sensitive clit.

“Seb-“ you moaned out, feeling his finger go inside you, your back arching, you hips moving up, Sebastian's finger went deeper as you started to move your hips on his finger. “Fuck.” You moaned out , your head back as you moved up and down his, now two fingers, as he fingered you.

“So pretty.” He praises as he kissed your chest. And in seconds you were coming on his fingers. Sebastian smiled, taking his fingers out and straight to his mouth. His tongue stuck out as he licked around his fingers before putting them in his mouth and sucking his fingers. He hummed in pleasure as you watched, your body still hot.

“Always taste so fucking good, Y/n/n.”

#Sebastian Lund x reader #sebastian lund smut #ncis new orleans #nola ncis #smut #thigh riding #thigh riding smut #i wanna taste

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rosyjuly · 2 years

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companion fic to this and this in blessed collaboration with @antimonyandthyme. 2k, E, a/b/o, pregnancy mention, heat stuff.

He didn’t tell Mick not to come over.

Maybe he should have. He doesn’t know. Maybe it’s selfish to want to smell Mick, to want him spread his pheromones all over the house, from the couch to the kitchen, until it’s warm and safe in every room. Mick hasn’t been over in a few days, away for the Barcelona race. Sebastian had hoped that he could make this go away by then.

Judging by how Mick’s nostrils flare as soon as he opens the door, how his eyes darken, he obviously failed.

Mick’s looking him up and down, checking him over, his gaze settling on Sebastian’s belly for a second before it snaps back up to his face.

“Hello,” Sebastian says weakly. Mick’s face does something complicated before it smoothes over along with his scent.

“Hey yourself.” Mick looks good, as carefree as he gets these day. “May I come in?” Always so proper. But there’s a tautness to it, like if Sebastian said no, he would just nod and get back in his car without complaint, he would drive back to Geneva and reach out later to check on Sebastian, no hard feelings, just concern and kindness.

Sometimes Sebastian wonders—

But it’s pointless to wonder now. He’s made his decision.

“Of course,” he says, stepping to the side, Mick moving in tandem. He steps in for a quick hug, careful of Sebastian’s belly, his thumb brushing over Sebastian’s nape.

It’s better once they’re in the kitchen, where Sebastian can busy himself putting the box of sweets Mick brought on the table, putting on the mocha and the kettle. As always, Mick offers to help and Sebastian turns it down. It soothes some primal, dumb instinct in him, to fix Mick a drink when he arrives home — to Sebastian’s home. Like an offering.

Right now, he’s also thinking about other ways he could properly welcome an alpha visiting his home — on his knees, a hand fisted in his hair, his mouth stuffed full — but that’s just the hormones talking. He takes a deep breath and tries to think of anything else than the memory of the weight of Mick on his tongue.

“Tell me about the race,” he asks while he’s carefully filling up the bottom of the mocha with hot water, just like Maurizio showed him all those years ago.

“You haven’t watched it?” Mick sounds teasing. Any other day he’d come up to Sebastian and hip check him, but he’s keeping a cordial distance today. Polite to a fault, Mick is.

“You know I did,” Seb says, flashing him a quick smile.

He thought it’d be harder to turn on his telly at home and sit down — then jump up every other minute, whenever Mick or Lewis pulled a brilliant overtake or defended like a lion. And it was strange, sure. But it was also peaceful in a way: he could cradle his stomach, turn down the volume to tune out the commentary and he could talk to his baby, tell them all about the circuit and the memories he made there. Like he was reconciling his past as a racing driver with his future as a— as a father. Sometimes it’s still incomprehensible to him that he’ll become a father, that he gets to have this after all. Even if he had to cut his losses with how honest he can be about it.

“Lance finally caved and texted that he misses me. What has Fernando done to him? I want to know the gossip, come on,” Sebastian grins. Mick laughs and pulls his phone out, scrolls until he finds a video of Fernando’s latest antics.

The mocha starts whistling and Sebastian snatches it off the stove before Mick can even try.

��Good to know your reflexes are the same,” Mick laughs. He’s getting them mugs from the cupboard, never able to let Sebastian do things for him unreciprocated. “Chamomile okay?”

Sebastian nods and fixes Mick’s coffee the way he likes it. He got a milk steamer last year when Mick started coming over: he’s been using it for his own morning coffee since he’s begun his voluntary recluse.

They trade drinks, their fingers brushing over the hot ceramic. Even the brief touch sends a shock through Sebastian’s system: it’s only due to decades of training that he manages to avoid jostling the mug, but Mick’s free hand snaps to steady his elbow anyway. Sometimes it scares him how in sync Mick is with him, and then the bone-deep satisfaction at the realisation scares him even more.

On the couch, Mick finally tells him about the race. Steiner’s been civil so far and the car is better, thank God: Mick’s been in the points, ahead of Kevin.

It’s completely out of the blue, the sudden wave of desire that rakes through Sebastian’s body like a whip, razor-sharp and abrupt. He throws his head back and barely manages to bite his lip to trap a noise inside his mouth. After a minute, it ebbs, but just like the currents of the sea, it leaves behind its mark on the sand; he presses his legs together as if he could mask the cloying scent of slick. He’s felt himself starting to get wet in the kitchen, but didn’t think too much of it — Mick tends to have that effect on him.

There’s a deep blush on the apples of Mick’s cheeks now. Sebastian wants to reach out and touch it, taste it, wants to suck his flushed earlobe into his mouth, wants Mick’s mouth even redder and on his neck, parted and wet and then sharp—

“Seb,” Mick says, the caution in his voice in absolute contrast with his dark, intent eyes. Sebastian feels himself clench down on nothing as Mick’s scent starts to fill a room like an answer to his unsaid pleas. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

He is speaking slowly, like he’s focusing on forming every syllable with perfect precision, like it’s taking him all he has. His hands twitch in his lap, as if he wants to reach out, to tug Sebastian in his lap and snake a hand between his thighs—

“Sebastian.” Not a question this time. It’s his alpha instructing him.

Sebastian shakes and then shakes himself out of it, as much as he can.

“It’s, uh,” he blinks and takes a deep breath, which is a very bad idea because then he’s swallowing a lungful of just how much Mick enjoys Sebastian assenting to him. “I went to the clinic— not important— but it’s like, like, a pseudo-heat, the doctor said…”

A pseudo-heat he’s been trying to break for two days now. It’s different from a real heat that it comes and goes in waves, that’s why he hadn’t taken a rain check today. But no matter how many times he’s touched himself, no matter how many times he’s made himself come with his fingers stuffed inside himself, fucking himself sore with toys— it’s only temporary relief before it all comes crashing down again: the heat licking at his insides, the throbbing between his legs, a living heartbeat.

Then he makes the mistake of looking up at Mick who’s watching him like he wants to eat Sebastian whole. Sebastian whimpers. He wants to bare his throat and let his legs fall open, wants to ask Mick to put his big hands on him again, finally.

“You can ask, Seb,” Mick says, his tongue darting out. Mick flipping him over, spreading his legs and leaning down, his mouth searing hot—

The last time Mick had him—

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says, letting out a shaky breath. “You can just ignore it.” He clenches his thighs together for just a second before he stands. On shaky legs he walks over to the window to open it, to let in some fresh air to offset the saccharine scent of his slick.

As he reaches for the handle, he hears Mick walk up to him, feels his scent grow even stronger. And then Mick slides his hands to his waist, his palms radiating warmth through the thin linen shirt, the tips of his fingers barely grazing where Sebastian’s baby bump starts to curve.

“I don’t want to ignore it,” Mick says, his breath ghosting over Sebastian’s nape hotly. He pushes his nose into Sebastian’s hair, like he can’t help himself. “Do you want me to ignore it?”

“I want you to touch me,” Sebastian grits out, hoarse and desperate. He can’t even care that he’s panting for it, just wants Mick’s hands on him, in him again. God, he’s closer to forty now and still so undone by it all— Mick makes a sound, deep in his throat, and Sebastian feels his knees go weak.

“Lean back against me,” Mick tells him with a nip to his earlobe. He’s speaking so quietly but his tone is firm, like an oath: lean on me and I’ll take care of you. Sebastian lets himself lean back against his chest, lets Mick take some of his weight.

“Good.” The praise is accompanied with a kiss to the tiny spot behind his ear. Then Mick’s mouth slides down to the side of his throat, open and wet, just like in Sebastian’s fantasies. He throws his head back and moans, now too wanton to be ashamed by how pathetic he must sound. It’s not like Mick hasn’t heard worse from him, anyways. What can be more heinous post-heat than remembering how he begged for Mick to mount him, to fill him, to breed him, stupid and delusional because nobody his age could— and still Mick did—

“Okay?” Mick asks as his hands slide up on Sebastian’s slides, brushing over his chest, to the buttons of his shirt.

“Please,” Sebastian groans, reaches back to cup Mick’s nape, desperate to keep him there. His fingers slide through the short hairs, prickling against his palm.

“Yeah,” Mick kisses his neck again, closer to the spot Sebastian so desperately wants him to bite down on. “I have you,” and then he’s undoing the buttons, one by one, with sure, clever fingers. Sebastian stares at them in wonder as his own body is rattled by shakes, preens when the conviction finally settles in, bone-deep: that he only needs to hand himself over and let his alpha take care of him.

Mick’s fingers graze over his belly. He can’t help the gasp that escapes his lips — he wants Mick to cover his bump with his big, sure hands, to feel the life growing under them, the life he’s put there—

“Sorry,” Mick says as he lets go, almost embarrassed. He kisses Sebastian’s neck again as his hands make their way to his shoulders. His scent has subdued a bit: he must not like the reminder that Sebastian is with child. Then he runs his fingers gently over Sebastian’s chest and Sebastian’s so sore there that he could sob at the stimulation.

“Can you, ah, harder,” he groans, incoherent in the depths of pleasure as Mick’s teeth graze against his neck. Press down harder, bite down harder, he doesn’t know which one he means, but Mick makes that choice for him. And he’s proper as always. He squeezes Sebastian’s pecs, pushes them together — he’s filled out a bit in these last few months and they’re a good handful now. With Mick’s mouth working at his neck and his hands kneading, rubbing his chest, Sebastian feels the throb between his legs grow even more insistent. Then Mick is reaching down, finally, finally — his hands slide over Sebastian’s belly once again and Sebastian knows that he shouldn’t love it, but he does: he can be afforded a few moments of delusions with Mick touching him there, he thinks.

He’s so wet it’s dripping down his thighs. When Mick’s fingers dip into him, it takes almost no time until he’s shaking, calling out Mick’s name as he comes. He sags back against Mick’s chest, takes deep breaths. The hot, stifling air in the room is thick with the smell of his desires and with Mick’s. He can feel the hot, hard line of Mick’s cock against the small of his back. His stomach clenches down but the sweltering wave of the heat refrains.

He reaches back and palms Mick through his pants, hears him take a shaky breath. It’s enough to make Sebastian pull himself together, the promise of pleasuring him; but as he turns around and squeezes down, Mick gently takes ahold of his wrist and pries his hand away.

“You don’t have to do that,” Mick says, lifting Sebastian’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “This was for you.”

But I want to, Sebastian doesn’t tell him. But he doesn’t tell Mick a lot of things these days.

#@anon who also asked for this... hope you like it lol #i'm sucking my teeth etc etc idk how to feel about this but i'm not going to stare at it in my draft folder anymore so #my fic #sebmick #a/b/o #smick

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