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4- The Punishment

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Run-through: After having this lovely night with this stranger, you woke up with a smile on your face. Soon, you were panicking when you discovered who he really was. Feeling weak, you were wondering what to do when you have a unexpected visit........

Your sheets were so cold that you were afraid to turn on your side. You moaned softly when they stroked your nipples. Slowly, you opened your eyes. Through the window, you could see that the sun was already so high in the sky. You were moving your left leg to scratch because you felt the need, and while looking at it, you saw the bruises on it and… you remembered of the night you had with him. Despite the bruises he left on you, you smiled when you remembered him. You took your hand off your legs and you were securing your body with your sheets. You closed your eyes and remembered the way this stranger made love to you. The way he was kissing you, touching you like it depends on his own life. You remembered when he brought you to your bed, making you a moaning mess under his touch. You couldn’t help but questioning yourself. How did he find where you lived? The address of your school? How did he know your name? How did he know all that he knew? He even know that you cried when you were opening the box of flowers he had sent you, which was absolutely true! Plus, he was in your house last night. You were so afraid he could hurt you, but at the second he had touched you, you forgot everything. All that mattered was this moment you were having with him. They way he took care of your body, stroked you. The way he was moaning in your ears while talking to you. The way he couldn’t stop saying that you were beautiful and the way he was calling you…

“Doll" you repeated out loud, stroking your lips, remembering his soft ones on them.

You remembered how he teased you with his tongue. Eyes closed, you couldn’t help but moan silently remembering his tongue sucking on your clit. It was like you were still living this moment because you felt wet down there. You stroked behind you, and the sheets were also cold. He was no longer here. You were alone. You sit up and turned to look behind you when you saw the flower he was teasing you with. You smiled and took it. You remembered wearing one too, you stroked your ear, and you felt it under your fingers. You felt so beautiful. The Flamenco was still playing in the room, and you couldn’t have a better morning than this one. You smiled when you started thinking about the small talk the two of you had before you had slept.

“Stranger of a full moon", you remembered calling him, still smiling.

You remembered how he giggled when you called him like that. It pleased him. He liked that. And you were glad he liked it.

He was resisting and you remembered that he wouldn’t answer. You remembered asking him for his name, and he said that he didn’t likes being asked too much questions, but you, you kept asking. You smiled again, remembering him slapping your butt because you were asking too much questions.

You remembered yourself begging him for his name. All you could remember was his first name. When you begged for the last time for it, you remembered him stroking and kissing your ear with his soft lips while laughing softly against it. It was now clear in your head and it was like he was repeating it at this moment. You remembered him telling his name which was:

“Sebastian".

Sebastian. It was his name. You could finally put a name on his face. His name was Sebastian, you thought, smiling and stroking yourself. Okay his first was Sebastian, but what about his last name? You asked yourself while trying to remember if he has told you or not. Now massaging your temples, you remembered him telling you something earlier of the moment he had revealed you his first name. You were still asking for his name, but he had told you something. You remembered some words of what he had said to you like “guns" and “first night” but nothing else. You were having a hard time remembering everything when you slowly opened your eyes, putting the pieces together. You weren’t no more interested to smile or to remember the moment he made love to you. All that mattered now was how you puts the pieces of the puzzle together, remembering the whole sentence he had replied you when you were asking for his name. You felt a cold sweat running down your spine, and you had a hard time swallowing your saliva when you slowly remembered and repeating every single word:

“"The night I first touch you, at this party, and rescued you; the first word the men with the guns yelled was my name, doll."

You were now having this feeling that you had when you first met him. You were completely scared where you were sitting on your bed. You were breathing heavily now that you remembered all of his words. The night he has, indeed, rescued you; the first word the men with the guns said was:

“STAN!!!”

You stand up slowly on the bed. You were now walking towards the box of flowers which was on the little table. All you were thinking about was the letter he has sent you in the box. Your legs were shaking, and the beatings of your heart were so strong in your chest that you thought it could actually go out of it. His first name was Sebastian, it was clear to you. You took the letter and you opened it slowly, with shaking hands. While thinking, you feel your tears making their way up your eyes, giving soon a blurry view. Shaking your head to read the letter, the only thing that you were looking for was the initials. Laying your eyes on them, you felt weak.

“S.S", you read.

Trying to calm down, your efforts were vain. You tried, but you couldn’t. His first name was Sebastian. And if what he said to you was true, the first word that the men with the guns said was “Stan", which means his full name was…

“Oh my God", was the only word you could say while shaking like a little baby. You felt weak.

“He is… S-Sebastian… Stan…” you whispers, putting your shaking hand on your lips which, now, were shaking too. Your view went blurry suddenly by tears. The letter slipped off your hands and fell on the floor.

“Sebastian Stan. Sebastian Stan. Sebastian Stan. Sebastian Stan” you couldn’t stop thinking.

Maybe another person would not understand you. Maybe they didn’t know who he was, but you knew who he was. You just had a night with the most powerful mob boss in the whole country! He was in your house, and he made love to you. He claimed you as his. The most feared criminal of the damn whole country. Even other bosses having the same life with him feared him and respected him. You cried hard when you realized in what troubles you just got yourself in. Sebastian Stan was known for his promises. Once he made it, he respect it. And this, no matter what. He was heartless. He was killing with cold blood. He didn't know what mercy is. He likes being obeyed. He liked giving orders and anyone receiving orders from him, if they want to live, they must respect him and obey him. Killing was his pleasure. You betray him? You’re dead. You don’t respect him? You’re dead. If he’s talking to you, you don’t answer on purpose? You dead. You are menacing him? You’re dead. You don’t obey him? You. Are. Dead. He’s a ghost. You can’t find him anywhere. Anywhere. The one who is finding the other was him. And he always wins. Always. Suddenly scared, you looked all around the room. And if he was still here? You asked yourself. You were now shaking violently. You thought he could be downstairs. You stopped the Flamenco which was still playing in the room to hear carefully what was going on downstairs. You were still waiting, but there was nothing. No noises. He wasn’t here. You were relieved for now, but you couldn’t stop shaking. Crying hardly, all you could do was to sit on your bed. Your tears were running down on your cheekbones while you noticed a piece of paper on your nightstand that wasn’t there the night before. Your heart skipped a beat before beating faster in your chest. You were now breathing heavily. All you could do was to take carefully the piece of paper and looking at his fine writing.

“Good morning baby girl,

How are you? I'm sorry I had to leave you alone after the moment we had because I had real business to handle myself. Some other night, I will stay by your side and cuddle with you, maybe. I didn’t want to, but… Business. You taste so good baby girl that I could make you cum, countless times, each night under my touch and watch you loosing control for me. You have, surely, already found out the truth now. Don’t you dare running away from me, because I will find you. I always find what’s mine, baby. I know your kind, all you want is money and good times, which I'll give you. No worries, baby. I will come back for you. I promise.

Think of me today,

Daddy”.

You couldn’t help but read it two or three times. You let slide on the floor. Only one sentence was haunting you right now: “Don’t you dare running away from me, because I will find you. I always find what's mine, baby.”

You put your hands all over your face, crying. You couldn’t believe that you were in this! In this situation. You stood up, feeling suddenly without strength, you needed to take a shower to put your ideas on track. And if I run away despite his words? And if I call Jess and Samy to let them know? So they could help me? You asked yourself. You didn’t know what to do. What couldn’t think properly. Walking absolutely naked, you take the direction of the bathroom, still crying. Once the water started running on your body, you felt more relaxed. Awaken. You didn’t know how you will do it, but you had to get yourself out of this situation. You had to stay away from him. You felt more discouraged than you were when you heard this familiar voice in your head whispers:

“Too late"

He was now at his private office, filling up his fourth glass of Whisky. His guards were behind him, and he didn’t see them. He was facing the city. His eyes were emotionless. He was emotionless. He was mean, and seemed like he was angry about something, or with someone.

“What do we have to do, boss?”, one of the man asked.

He lifted his stormy blue eyes and laid them on the city. He was cold and he was decisive. Making a shot with glass of Whisky, he simply replied:

“Kill them".

The men needed no more words to get off the room and slowly closed the door behind them. Closing his eyes for a couple of seconds, he swears under his breath. He turned around and sits down on his luxurious chair. His office was everything except poorly decorated. He had a little library at his office, and a mini-bar. He was now cleaning his 9mm when he heard the heavy door opened. He laid his eyes on…

“Anthony, what do you have for me?” he asked him.

Anthony Mackie was his closest friend. And he was the only that Sebastian had trust. The only one. Anthony was the one who was handling his business when he was out of town for other purposes or when he was busy with his women, making their way with them. Touching them. Paying them. And their job was to give him some pleasure. Make what he asked them to do. Just… Making his way with them. If they were becoming too much, he was giving up on them and once he decided so, nothing will get him back to them. Sometimes, he would even give them a ultimatum: they had to leave the country with the money he was giving them to go away. Or… he would kill them. Preferring to live instead of being killed, they ran away, and no one never heard of them again.

“Everything you asked for, Sebastian. Everything on her", Anthony replied while giving him the folder he had in his hands which Sebastian takes. He opened it and the first thing he sees was a picture of you. Smiling. Happy. Anthony made his way to his mini-bar and served himself while serving Sebastian too before sitting down in front of him.

“Is she the next one leaving the country with an affordable amount of money?”, Anthony asked while taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh, I don’t know yet", he just replied with a smirk while stroking the picture with his thumb.

“Look man… She seems nice to me. She is a young-adult, almost finishing high-school… She’s so innocent I mean… Look at her man!”, he said while pointing at your picture in Sebastian’s hands.

He didn’t stop looking at your beautiful picture, but with anger.

“They are all nice, at the beginning Anthony. They are all nice, but they are all the same. Bitches, liars, mischievous, witches, thieves. At the end they are all the same. All they want is a hot man making his way with them and giving them money. That’s all.” He replied, angry.

Anthony was going to talk when he lifted his eyes on him, making him understand to not answer. Seeing his face, Anthony knew he had to shut up. He lifts both of his hands in the air, making him understand that he got his message. That he was giving up. He stood up with a smirk, taking the direction of the door. Opening it, he stopped and looked back to his friend.

“I hope you’ll find the woman that will make you understand that you are so wrong, my brother!”, he shouted.

“She isn’t born yet, this woman. She never will", he answered, darker than ever.

And, Anthony left, closing the door behind him. Now, Sebastian was all focus on your folder in front of him and of your picture which was in his hands. He was looking at it with a smirk. He couldn’t help but stroke your face through the piece of paper.

“So beautiful” he whispered.

You were wearing a white sweater in this picture and you were happy, you had a bright smile. It seems like you knew when this picture was taken because your eyes were looking straight up the camera. It also seems that you were moving while the person was taking it because you were running your hand through your hair which was down all over your chest and was also covering the side of your face. He remembered how you responded to his touch, to his kisses and he smiled; remembering your face, your eyes closed and mouth wide opened while you were coming for him. When you fell asleep by his side. Before leaving, he couldn’t stop looking at you on your bed, naked with this flower in your hair, relaxed face. You were so…

“Fucking beautiful…”, he whispered once again.

He knew everything on you. And it was easy. He knew your address, your school address, your friends’ addresses. He had picture of you where you were talking, walking, laughing, angry, sad. He even had pictures of you into your house, sleeping, cooking, dancing, singing, doing your homework, reading a book. He knew that your parents died in a car accident and that’s was the reason that you were having all these responsibilities on your shoulders while being so young. Paying all your bills alone. He knew everything, at least, he thought. The only thing he was now wondering was which University you will attend.

“You’re mine, Y/N. I wonder if you had found out everything now..."

He was decisive, he wasn’t letting you go. Taking a sip in his glass, the door opened on Anthony. A single look, and he was waiting for him to tell what he wanted.

“Your partner is waiting for you, Sebastian”, his friend explained.

“Coming", he simply replied, and the door closed again.

He stood up while still looking at your picture. He took his glass of whisky and made a shot with it. Adjusting his suit, he takes a last look at your picture and whispered:

“Mine…”

It was now 5pm, almost 6pm and you still didn’t know what to do. Every car that was passing down the street makes you freak out. The sun was almost gone, You were still wondering what to do. Run away after all? Call your friends? Call Samantha and Jessica? Let them know what happened to you for them to help you? Maybe they could help you hide yourself? Or run? Should you call them? No, no, you thought. Were you capable of exposing your friend to a danger that you were exposed? Not knowing what to do, you feel your tears making their way to your eyes and they were already running down to your cheekbones. Your computer wasn’t that good, and the server was giving you some troubles. Loosing patience with it, you were now standing in front of your home’s phone, ready to take it to call your friends when you heard a knock on the door. You stopped breathing. You were frozen where you stood up. You were shaking, and you were scared. What if he was him? You asked yourself, putting a hand on your mouth. No, no, it can’t be him, you thought. If it was him, he wouldn’t have knocked on the door. You wouldn’t even know if he had entered the house until he showed up to you, like he did last night. So, why would he be so polite to knock at the door now to be welcomed? Running downstairs way too fast, you were about to open the door, but you hesitated, scared. Standing in the middle of the living room, you asked loudly:

“W-who is it?”

You felt so insecure. So exposed. You felt in danger.

“It's me, Y/N! Connor!” you heard behind the door.

Relieved that it wasn’t him, but you were still surprised by this visit. Connor? You asked yourself while opening the door. He was smiling. He was relaxed, and clothed simply. And he had flowers in his hands.

“Hey!” he said.

“Hi", you answered while looking at him.

He looks worried while looking at you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked you when you realized that your tears were still falling down on your cheekbones.

You wiped them rapidly while smiling.

“Y-yes! I was… uh… cutting onions!” you said.

“Oh"

“Come in”, you invited him while making space for him to enter the house.

“Thank you", he said after you offered him a chair to sit.

“What are you doing here, Connor?” you simply asked.

“Oh, I was in the neighborhood and I just wanted to stop by and say hi!” he answered rapidly.

He was looking at you in a way you didn’t understand. The silence between you two was heavy. And you felt uncomfortable. After a moment, he gives you the flowers, telling you that they were for you, and you thanked him. Wanting to break the silence between you two, you asked:

“Did you do the homework already?”

“No", he simply answered while he stoop up and making his way to you.

You stood up also and started to take many steps back, trying to understand what was going on. You were still taking many steps back when you felt the wall behind you. You were trapped between him and this wall. All you were thinking about was to run away but…

“No… C-Connor ? What are you doing?” you yelled at him while he was blocking your body against the wall.

You tried to escape, but he was faster, and closer than you. You were now looking at him and he was looking at you with desire. And you were scared about that. What if he…

“Oh my God”, you whispers, trying to think otherwise.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N" he said while he was holding you by your hips.

“I'm not going to hurt you or to force you do anything that you don’t want to do. All I want is to kiss you “ he said to you.

Your eyes widened when you heard this. He was approaching and all you needed was to get out of here. You couldn’t help but think about Sebastian. And if he saw this? You were terrified.

“No, Connor stay away from me!” you yelled while putting your hands on his shoulders, trying to push him off you, but he was stronger.

Seeing that he was reaching now your lips, you turned rapidly your head to the side, offering him your neck so he could not kiss you. Taking advantage of it, he kissed your neck and sucked it.

“No" you cried when the two of you hear the knock on the door.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were frozen. You weren’t sure if you were breathing anymore. Connor, seeing this, let go off you and you opened the door, way too fast, while your tears were still falling down your cheeks. You opened the door on a stranger. You never saw him in your life. He was wearing a dark suit. He was standing there with a smile, and you didn’t know yet what to say, or what to do. He was wearing some glasses. You didn’t know if he puts them for fun or he was having real troubles to see for real, isn’t he? You didn’t know. His eyes were emerald green. Beautiful. Suddenly, his charming but too calm voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Miss Y/L/N?” He asked, still smiling.

“Y-Yes sir… How can I help you?”, you asked with a little voice.

You were so weak that you didn’t even feel your feet anymore.

“How are you doing, Miss? I stopped by just to remind you about our meeting at work, so you could not forget. I think it’s time for us to go, Miss. Because you have an important speech to give there. You should really go”. He said, calmly.

Wait… What? You asked yourself. First, you never laid your eyes on this man before. It was your first time seeing him, and he knew your name. Your legs started shaking, you could feel them, but you were praying that the men didn’t notice it to avoid the embarrassment that you could get. There was no meeting. Absolutely no meeting. And how did he know that you used to give a speech at this meeting when you were attending it? You asked yourself. And yes, indeed, the meeting that he was talking about used to happen. It was true, but this meeting was only one time a month. And this month, the meeting already occurred. There was no meeting. The stranger was looking at you. Looking for an answer. And his gaze was dangerous. Really dangerous. You couldn’t talk yet, all you were feeling were your tears falling down your tears.

“Miss, are you okay?” The stranger asked, concerned about the tears falling on my cheekbones. Once again, you wiped them rapidly and tried to answer.

“Yes, I am totally okay!”, you said, swallowing hardly your saliva.

And the meeting come up in your mind once again.

“I don’t know… I mean… The meeting alr…”

“You should go, Y/N”. The stranger cuts you off, still smiling.

Connor was standing there and was just following the conversation, but he was suspicious because you looked so confuse. You were about to argue again when you heard this familiar voice in your head say: “For the sake of the Lord Savior, Y/N, just obey!”. You didn’t understand a thing but all you knew was…

“I have to play along”, you thought. Trying to reassure yourself.

“Do you know him, Y/N”? Connor finally asked, being too suspicious.

“Y-Yes! Of course, I know him! This man is my advisor at my work. And he is always there for me, reminding me of such important things like this meeting that I just forgot right now! Thank you so much for saving me right now, really! You are always saving me! You are totally right, I should go prepare myself right now, to go at this meeting that we are already waited. I must leave. Same for you, Connor. You should go”. You said while looking at him, surprised the way because of the way you kicked him out your house.

Looking at you and stranger, he simply replied:

“All right”.

And he gets out the house. Jumping in his car, you felt absolutely relieved when you saw his car disappearing. Now breathing heavily, only one question was haunting your mind: “Who the hell is this man who just saved my ass?”. You were about to talk when the stranger grabs you by your right arm and push you back inside the house before closing the door behind him. You felt weak. Who was this man? You were asking yourself, crying. There was no meeting. This man was acting strangely and on top of that you didn’t know who he was. It was a set up. He was now taking you upstairs and he was taking the direction of your room. Your heart skipped a beat. What was he going to do to me? You asked yourself again. You were now sobbing.

“P-Please…” you simply said when he opened the door of your room to put you inside before closing the door behind him, disappearing.

Confused, the next thing you felt was a strong hand holding you by your throat and you felt a cold metal on your forehead. Your eyes widened while you were holding on this hand with both of yours. You were surprised and chocked. You were in the corner of the room and it was dark because you haven’t turned the light on. He dragged you near of your bed where your lamp was turned on and your terrified gaze meet his blue stormy eyes. Angry eyes. He wasn’t relax at all and he was looking at you straight in the eyes. When you looked at the metal on your forehead, you realized it was a gun. Your tears made their way all over your face.

“Why did you do that, doll?” he asked with a calm but menacing voice which gives you cold sweats. You were terrified. What if he kills you? You were now shaking.

“W-what?” you could simply ask while you were struggling to stay normal under his hand around your throat.

“How dare you ask me what? Who is he? This guy who just showed up? Why did you let him touch you?” He asked.

Was he being jealous for you? You didn’t know.

“I- It's a f-friend of m-mine…” you said, looking at how angry he was.

He was cold. Cold.

“A friend? And why did you let him touch you like he did, doll? Tell me? WHY DID YOU LET HIM TOUCH WHAT’S MINE?” He yelled, putting the gun between your eyes which were widened.

“I- I didn’t k-know he was c-coming Seb-… I was just t-trying to-“, you desperately tried to say but you couldn’t stop sobbing and crying.

“Don’t you dare lie to me, baby girl. Take this advice doll. Don't do it.” He said menacingly.

You were trying to breathe under his hand around your throat. All you wanted was this to end.

“What was he doing here? I told you that I would come back for you. Why did you let this… thing touch you? WHY?”. He yelled again while he was strengthening the pressure around your throat.

“D-Daddy… I-I swear on m-my life that I… I didn’t k-know he was c-coming! He said that… he w-was on the neighborhood and… He j-just stopped b-by to say hel- hello… I was p-panicking w-when I discovered…”.

You stopped because you were now feeling the burning sensation in your throat.

“P-please d-daddy I can't b-breathe…” you could only say while he was loosening the pressure around your neck while turning your head to the side, so he could reach your delicate skin. Stroking your ear with his lips, you heard him ask while you were coughing really hard:

“Discovered what, doll? Why were you panicking?”

You were shaking hard. You didn’t know if it was of fear or desire because of the dangerous sensation you felt in your core when he stroked your ear with his lips.

“When I-I discovered w-who… W-who you really a-are…” you finally said with a little voice when he strengthened the pressure around your throat again and he was now blocking you against the wall with anger.

You screamed. You were now crying like a baby. He didn’t changed his position. Your head were still on the side and he was now playing his lips on your cheekbone when he slowly, calmly and dangerously asked:

“And who am I? Baby girl? Tell me…”

You were about to answer when he started to slide the gun, slowly on your body, between your breast and he stopped it at the exact spot where your heart was resting, and its beatings increased mad hard. He strengthened his hand on you again, making you understand that you had to answer him. You didn’t recognize the man who was holding you violently against this wall right now. It wasn’t this man who saved you from danger. The man who surprised you at school, sent you a multitude of flowers and a Teddy Bear with all the balloons. The man who made love to you the night before even if he was a little difficult to handle because he was a daddy and you, the good girl. And you had to obey. Struggling to breathe, you put your hand on his hip while the other was holding on his shoulder. His rebellious locks were blocking his view but he didn’t mind because his eyes were accessible to yours, and he transferred you all his anger. You were his. He claimed you as his. And you were his. That’s it.

“D-daddy please…” you begged while entering your nails in his clothed skin. He didn’t move a bit, he was so focus on you.

“Who am I?” he asked, serious, unimpressive.

His sweet side was gone. Now you were dealing with the heartless mob boss. The criminal.

“You are… S-Sebastian… Stan…” you said while shaking harder against him.

He smirked. He loved what he was seeing. He loved being obeyed. He loved seeing you fearing him. You were so terrified that you were afraid to look at him in the eyes. Your legs were weak and you couldn’t feel them anymore. You were now giving up on his hand around your throat and you take your support on him, holding him tightly on his shoulders, wanting to avoid falling on the cold floor. His hand loosened and you saw him dropping the gun on your bed. The next thing you felt was his sweet lips on yours, searching for a burning kiss. Already weak, you couldn’t help but let go. After all, you wanted this to end. There’s was the end of your torture because now, at least, you could breathe even if you were still trying to catch your breath while he was kissing you deeply. He was now guiding you to your bed.

“Never… ever… do that again doll. Next time I see another man touching you, he’s dead and you’re dead. Do you understand that?” he asked while pushing you on your bed, coughing really loud.

Your eyes widened. He moved on top of you, making his way to you with his lips on your stomach. He was trying to control himself while trying to remove your t-shirt, but you were holding your throat and your arms were blocking it. Too impatient, he just moved it on top of your breast and he started sucking softly on your sensitive bud while his hand was stroking the other one. Despite the burning sensation you felt down your throat, you couldn’t help but your back arched off the bed, giving him a better position on your breast. He was switching between your breast and you were now filled up with desire. You put your hands on his soft hair and on his neck, stroking him. He stopped and slapped your delicate skin.

“Don’t you dare touch me. Don’t moan. Don’t talk. Do you get me?” He ordered.

“Y-yes…” you answered.

He slapped you again. You understood the message.

“Yes daddy" you corrected yourself.

He smiled while he was now stroking your belly with his tongue. He took off your clothes,

You were now naked in front him. Weak. Powerless. You were his.

“Only mine…” he moaned while he was still sucking on your boobs.

He was now spreading your legs and you moaned. He slapped you.

“He’s going to pay for touching what’s mine. He will pay it. I will find him”. He said, looking at you keeping yourself from losing control under his touch.

“No… No…” you just said.

He gives you a smirk.

“If no… What?” he asked while stroking your clit, looking at your reaction. You moaned. He slapped you. You screamed. And your tears fell down your face.

“Daddy I… Please no, don’t do that…” you simply said.

“He touched what’s mine, baby girl. I'm going to punish you, doll” he said while he was kneeling in front of you, between your legs, looking at your glistening heat.

“W-why?”

“To remember.. who you belong to…” he replied while holding on your thighs, still admiring what he was seeing.

He couldn’t help but lick his lips and say:

“You’re so fucking wet already. All of this for me, doll? You tasted so good last night, baby girl. I could make you cum until your…”

He stopped talking when he saw you close your eyes and arched your back off the bed. You were feeling more and more good when he was talking like that to you. You felt so desirable. You were so horny that you were ashamed when you felt the liquid of your glistening heat flow. You moaned. Receiving no signs from him, you opened your eyes and you saw him looking at you with a smile. A dangerous smile. He stood up and made his way to your lips. He kissed you deeply, and you were responding like it depended of your own life. He left your lips and went to your ear, kissing your sweet skin.

“You love those dirty talk doll, aren’t you?” he said softly while playing with your tits.

You were burning of desire. All you wanted now was his tongue on your body. In your core.

“You’re getting so wet when I am barely touching you… Do you love it, baby girl?” he asked again.

“Oh yes daddy" you moaned while stroking his hair, forgetting all kind of resistance despite his orders.

“If you’re getting so wet by those little words… What if I tell you that I could make love to you all night long? Huh? Making you a moaning mess under my touch while I am stroking you with my tongue, sucking on your tits until you become so sensitive that you can’t take anything more? What if I tease you with my hands, stroking your clit and making you moan my name while you are trying to control yourself to not lose control under my touch, knowing so damn well that you will, no matter what? And what if I tease you with my big fat cock into your core, making you cum countless times and to not stop until the whole neighborhood knows my name, doll? Fucking you so hard anywhere in this fucking house and at the end, you’re begging me to fuck harder and harder over and over again while sucking on your pretty tits? What if I do all of this to you? He said while moaning into your ear, sliding his hand down on your clit, stroking it rapidly. You felt wetter and your hot liquid was still flowing on your butt.

“Fuck… Y-Yes daddy… I-I want more…” you moaned, crying.

You were now holding his head, approaching your lips close to yours, kissing him almost savagely.

“Will you be a good girl for daddy?”, he asked.

“Y-Yes"

He slaps your thighs.

“Yes daddy" you corrected.

Not another word needed and he was already between your legs, spreading them even further, and he was already sucking on your sensitive bud. You were about to moan when you remembered, and you kept silent. Wanting desperately to move under his stroking tongue, you were now begging him to let you do it, because he was holding you really tight. He didn’t listen to you and kept sucking on you, aspiring all your energy. Your back arched off the bed when you feel his tongue making his way to your core. You were about to scream when your eyes met his, you kept yourself from disobeying, because you knew that your thighs would pay the consequences. He let go of your waist and was now making his way to your breast, stroking each tit and looking at you losing control little by little. He was now sucking your clit very hard. By moments, he was relaxing and made circles around your clit which made you move under him and you were now moving your hips to his face. He moaned.

“You taste so good, princess…”

You felt wetter down there. Couldn’t help, you let go of the sheets that you were holding and you were holding his head, grabbing now his hair, and pushing him further down while moaning his name.

“S-Sebastian…”

You heard his giggles.

“You refuse to obey as always, doll. Not good" he said.

Now, you were definitely paying for disobeying. He was moaning your name while sucking on your clit harder, he was traveling his hands on your body, holding tight, making circles on your stomach before going to your breast. He was leaving between your legs by moments to suck on your nipples, to kiss you while playing with your tongue, and he was going again between your thighs. You were loosing control and you felt the same feeling down your core. You were in commotion and couldn’t stay in a neutral position. You were moaning under your breath. You were on the edge to cum, and he felt it. You were now begging him to not stop when… he did.

“W-why d-daddy?” you asked, breathing heavily with confused eyes.

He was smirking while looking at your shaking body.

“Bad girls are not meant to cum, doll" he said while looking between your legs.

“You taste so fucking good baby girl, I swear I would make you cum countless times, but you don’t listen…” he added while he was stroking his lips.

He looked so sexy with his hair, messed up. He looked definitely sexier when his hair was a mess and when he was breathing heavily. A greek god. Definitely.

You were so upset he didn’t make you cum. You were confused and you were now hiding your body behind your sheets. You were looking at him while licking your lips, all you wanted was to make him pay what he just did. He was moving around to go in the bathroom when the two of you heard a sound. A familiar sound. The notification sound of your phone. A sound thought that you would never hear it again. And your eyes widened when he took off the device on his pocket. He was now holding your phone, the one that you lost at the party.

“Is this m-my phone?” you asked while swallowing hardly your saliva.

You were now shaking when you saw his expression change. He was relax and he was even joking of you because he didn’t let you cum and you were so confused because you wanted it so bad, but now he turned so cold that you could cut the tension between the two of you. His eyes were without any emotions. He was now an iceberg. You were wondering what could make it change mood this fast. You were about to talk when he turned the device in front of you so you could see what he was looking at. It was a text message.

“Y/N, are you alright? Let me know when you are available, baby. We have to talk" you read.

And it was from... Connor.

Shit.

You closed your eyes while Sebastian was looking at you with anger.

“He will pay that” he just said.

“Where did you get my phone?” you simply asked, terrified at the only idea to upset him more than he was.

“While I was rescuing you, it felled on the ground and I was too preoccupied to get you out of this mess and to take you back so you could take it. So, I took it for you to give it to you after, because I knew I would find you, no matter what.” He explained, not breaking the eye’s contact.

You were asking yourself if you should ask for it. You took the risk.

“Can I have it?”

“You no longer need it". He replied, cold as an iceberg.

Without breaking the eye’s contact, still, he dropped the phone on the floor and took his gun. He shouted three times on the device on the floor. The gunshots were so loud that you had to take a moment to understand what he really did. Shaking, you were looking at him with confused eyes when he said:

“He had the audacity to touch what’s mine because he knew where you lived. He knew where to find you. I'm going to rectify that, doll".

You were trying to understand what he was saying, but you couldn’t put your ideas on track.

“W-what?” you just asked.

“I dare him to find you now. He will never, ever, touch you again. You're mine” he said while squeezing your cheeks between his fingers, his eyes watching deeply into your soul. You shakes under his hard touch.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I am taking you out of here” he just replied.

“Now put your clothes on, Y/N, we are leaving" he added while taking his phone, putting it against his ear.

“Daddy where are you taking me?”, you asked, afraid, begging.

“Somewhere no one will find you. I’m taking you home. What just happened will never happen again. No one has the right to touch what’s mine. No one. You have two minutes, I am waiting for you outside. And don’t make me repeat myself twice, Y/N". He said menacingly while opening the door to get out, already talking with whoever it was on the phone.

Shaking, you started to dress yourself. Your tears were falling down your cheekbones. And if you just run away? Right now? Escaping in the window? You were trapped. You didn’t know what will coming next, all you knew was that… You were in trouble.

@sinner-as-saint ❤

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2- Pleasing You.

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Second part of "Nothing Without You" series.

Run-through: haven't understand what happened the night before, you were lost at school and couldn't focus. And you were discussing with your friends when you had something which leaves you suspicious.

Warnings: language.

Everything was so blur. You couldn't focus yourself in anything that was going on. All you could focus on was your friends: Samantha and Jessica. You didn't sleep last night, worrying too much for them. Did the man said the truth? Was everything really okay with your friends? You got up, and it was 5: 00 already, and almost time to go to school. But you didn't feel the strengh. You went to your backpack to verify what you had for the day, any homeworks or presentations to see if it was worth it to go to school. Taking your agenda, you run your long fingers through the pages and once you stopped to the day...

"Oh my God" you said, you had a test today. And you couldn't miss it, because it was important to improve your grade for the last few months before your graduation. You closed the agenda and went to downstairs to grab the phone of the house to call Samantha. It was ringing but you reached the voicemail. You were more troubled now. You did the same action for Jessica, nothing. Just the voicemail.

"I have to know if they are okay. I can't wait much longer." You said while you were entering the shower to take a quick one. Once done, you quickly dressed yourself and, not even taking time to eat breakfast, you got out the house already turning on the the car to leave. Your blood was boiling into your veins, couldn't think properly. You tried to stay calm, but you couldn't, obsviously. You felt something forming down your throat, but held it while you park you car before Samy's house. There were two cars, which means that her parents were still home. Reaching their door, you couldn't wait any longer and knocked in a hurry. A few minutes after, the door opens up to her mother, Sandra, who was smiling to you. You couldn't help but you were stressed and put a fake smile on your face.

"Good morning, sweetheart! How are you? Come in!" She said while making space for you to come in, what you did while looking around. No one's was there until her husband reached downstairs.

"Y/N! What a surprise to see you!" He said while kissing you on the cheek before going to the kitchen. It was weird, seems like her parents didn't know anything about last night. Knowing her, she couldn't because they are always talking to her to not go out late. Sometimes she was obedient, most of the time, not.

"Good morning!" You said while holding hardly to your backpack.

"I guess you're here for my daughter" Sandra said with a neutral gaze.

"Y-Yes" you said, nervous.

"Oh she should be upstairs. Try to check because I haven't seen her since yersterday afternoon." She let you know.

And your heart skipped a beat. And if she wasn't upstairs? And if something went wrong? And if the man lied to her? Telling her that everything was going to be okay and the only news you got at the end was the news of your friends... dead? You felt the tears making their way up to your eyes but kept them to not make her parents suspicious. How dumb I was to believe this man! You thought. I am a coward. I am selfish. I just saved myself and forgot my friends behind me. Will they forgive me? You thought while you were freezing in front of Samantha's parents.

"Y/N!" Said Sandra, seeing that you were far from here in your thoughts.

"Yes... y-yes I'm sorry... I'm going upstairs to reach her! Thank you, ma'am" you said in a hurry while making your ways to the stairs and in a blink of eyes you were in front of your friend's door. You was afraid that she wasn't there. You wanted to the bottom of your heart to see her asleep on the bed. You prefered this and to be late at school than not seeing her there. You slowly opened the door when you heard:

"Mommy?"

A voice that you were craving to hear. A voice you thought you would never have to hear again. A voice you thought you would never hear telling you:"you brat!" Or "I'll always have your back, Y/N". She was there. As soon as you saw her, you let your backpack slide down your side and run to her. In a rush hug, you were now crying and she was holding you tight while telling you that she was okay.

"You are here" you said, sobbing.

You heard her giggles and you didn't care that she was laughing at you because you were crying for her. While holding her, you feel a touch that you also thought you would never feel again. A touch that you knew too damn well while turning you around to tell you that you were absolutely beautiful. Opening your glossy eyes, you lay them on Jessica who was joining the hug.

"Oh my God" you said, relieved. Feeling alive again.

"I'm so sorry... I left you, I am a coward. I should never do this to you. I'm so sorry, forgive me, Samy... Jess please! Forgive me I'm so sorry I'm-"

"Shh... That's okay, Y/N. That's okay. We are here. And we have nothing to forgive you. You saved us." Samy cuts you off while taking a break from the hug while Jessica was smiling to you.

Confused, you were trying to put your ideas on track to think properly. Drying your tears, Jessica said:

"Thank you, Y/N, you're not a coward. You're a hero"

"Wait... what?" You could only asked, more confused than before.

"There were two men who found us in the crowd. After loosing contact with you, we were looking for you as well. But these two men reached us and leaded us out of the mess. We were afraid and we wouldn't leave without you, we asked for you. We weren't sure to tell them your name because they would not know, we just described how you were dressed and they remembered you. And they told us that you asked to save us. You ordered to save us, and you were just obeyed, and they saved us. And because of you, we are still alive." Samantha explained.

Speechless, you couldn't say a word of what you just heard a few seconds ago. The only question you were asking yourself in your mind was: "WHAT?".

Jessica couldn't contain a smile seeing your face. And they both started laughing at you. While they were laughing, you remembered the man who told you that they would be safe, and that he would get them out of the mess. He wasn't lying to you. He said the truth and he saved them. And instead giving himself the credits for saving them, he told them that you ordered to save them. You thought you had lost them and this, forever. However, you were happy they were here. Here in front of you. Talking to you. Smiling to you. Laughing at you. You didn't mind, all that matters was they were right in front of you.

"Oh..." you just said.

Before saying anything else, the door knocked out loud and Sandra made her way through the door before even having a answer from her daughter. She was going to talk but seeing Jessica behind us shut her up.

"Well! Good morning, Jessica! I didn't know I had a guest home, Samy" her mother sad, giving her a funny gaze that wasn't unnoticed and you all of your were laughing hard. It seems like you were laughing more of joy that you had the chance to be reunited once again and won against death than laughing at the mother.

"You have only 30min, girls. Go down, try to eat something and go to school" Sandra said.

"We'll not have the time mommy. We'll go now" Samy said while you were taking back your backpack from the floor.

"Okay! Me, I'm out because my husband just left a few minutes ago, and we are starting at the same hour! Baby, are you going to call the Uber as usual or Y/N is giving you a ride?" Sandra's asked

"Oh I'll bring them! Sure!" You said, excited.

"Alright! Kisses girl, hope to see you later! Bye and have a good day sweethearts!"

"Love you mommy!" Samy just said as she left the room and a minute or two, her car was disappearing in the corner of the street.

"Let's go!" You just said while you guys were running on the stairs to get down. Samy locked the entrance door and you went to school.

The test was easy, but it was quite hard to you because you couldn't focus properly. You were thinking of him. How he grabbed you the night before. You stroked your right hand, remembering his sweet hair under it. You closed your eyes while remembering his cologne and his body pressed against yours. His charming voice when he called you:"doll". When he protected you like it was depending on his own life. The way you felt his breath on your forehead.

"I'm not going to hurt you doll".

He didn't want to hurt you. He was saving you, and after saving your friends, making them believe it was your order. Like a boss. You smiled at this thought.

Doll.

You couldn't stop yourself thinking. It was the first time someone called you like that, and you felt suddenly attractive. You felt a electric thing running down your spine. You thought of his hand holding the door. The only sight that you had of him, right there in your head, your mind, and you couldn't think of something else than this hand stroking your body and holding you around your throat while-

"HOLY WATER! I need to purify my mind!" You thought while holding the pencil tight between your fingers.

"Ms Y/L/N, are you okay?" Professor Jones asked, seeing you frustrated on your chair while the other students were looking at you at the call of the professor.

You couldn't help but you blushed furiously. You looked like a tomato and they were laughing at you. Even Jessica was smiling. You stared Samantha and she was moving her hand on her desk, trying to tell you to calm down. And to relax. You catch the message, and you were relaxing.

"Yes, Professor. I am okay, thank you". You simply replied and you soon focused yourself on your paper. All you wanted was to leave the class.

"If you don't remember a thing, you should have studied though" he said and everyone was laughing, except you. You were ashamed and it wasn't your problem, not knowing your lessons, but it was him.

The man who couldn't stop calling her "doll". You chased him in your mind and focused yourself at the test that you finished almost the same time with the others. Everyone were done when the ringing bell make itself heard. It was the release, and you were relieved. The Professor leaved the class and your friends makes their way to you, on your chair.

"Are you feeling better?" Jessica asked.

You were the sweetest and the least experienced between you three.

"Yes, Jess"

Samy was going to talk when the girl who hated you make her way to you and your friends with her "team". You rolled your eyes up and pray God for her to leave you alone.

"Well... Well. You, bitch" she said to you while her silly friends were laughing at you while Jessica gave her a bad look.

"Would you leave her alone, Christina?" She said, angry after her.

"No, because she's a bitch. She does think she's acttractive! Do you think that, foolish girl? No, you dumb! You're not attractive than I am!" She said, keeping her eyes on yours, wanting to die in the moment.

You felt so bad. You wanted to disappear. Because she was talking louder, every student in the classroom was now looking at you. Some were laughing, some weren't happy to see this because they thought that she was so wrong to treat you like this. Connor, a guy in the class, who always thought you were beautiful, took your defense:

"Give it a rest, Christina and leave!" He said.

Samantha had enough hearing her, and she stood up.

"First of all you bitch, you're going to shut the hell up! Second, she is way better than you are, because you, you are a bitch that every men in this school know, but she is the quietest girl in this entire place. You are always doing things to make yourself remarked but she doesn't need to do a shit for everyone to see that she is beautiful! Even naturally, she's beating your damn flat ass bitch but you need to wear the entire Sephora's make up line to look not even at someone but looking like a weird thing! So you're going. To. Shut. The. Damn. Hell. Up. BITCH!" Samantha exploded.

Everyone was speechless after her words. You were speechless. You couldn't fight it anymore and your tears fell down your cheeks, looking at her. She saved you this time, because you were never answering when she was attacking you. Anytime she was bothering you, you just leave. Christina didn't find anything solid enough to say, and Connor crossed his arms on his chest with a smirk.

"Any motion now, Chris?" He said, still, with his smirk.

"SHE IS NOT BEAUTIFUL!" She yelled, ashamed.

While Jessica was about to interfere, someone opened the classroom's door to let someone else in with a big case in his hands. Suddenly, the classroom was full with a scent. A familiar scent.

Everyone was looking at the door and the two men who where crossing the classroom now.

"I'm sorry but who is Y/N"? One of them asked.

Your heart missed a beat. Everyone was looking at you, suspicious. What the hell was going on? You asked yourself.

"I-it's me" you said, shy.

Once they heard and saw you, they were approching you carefully while everyone was looking at what was happening. There was another man bringing some hearts balloons and a big white Teddy Bear with a "Beautiful" writing on it. You were blushing like a baby when they stood in front of you, Samy and Jess speechless. Also Christina. At least, she had her mouth shut.

"This delivery is yours ma'am" said the first one who has spoke one or two minutes earlier.

"For me?" You asked, shaking almost.

"Yes".

"Oh" was the only word which could crossed your lips.

Who the hell sent that to me? I have no boyfriend, I'm alone, not attractive, who would do this for me? You asked yourself while taking the big box and standing up. Samantha give a look to Jessica who was receptive. They both crossed their arms on their chest while looking at Christina and her girls, speechless, ashamed. You opened the big box and you saw a lot of roses! A lot! A lot! You put your hands over your mouth, couldn't believe it yet. All the students were like:

"Ouuuuhhhh"

They were speechless, as you were. Seeing your reaction, as you were crying, one the three men smiled and gave you the Teddy Bear that you were holding tight. There was a medium card which was in a little bag of satin, on the top of the flowers and you took it to open it with a shaking hand.

"Dear Y/N,

How are you, beautiful? I couldn't stop thinking about you, and how beautiful you are. Your eyes are so beautiful that I could lost myself just at looking at you. Looking at your soul. I hope we will see each other soon. I can't help but your face was scanned by my mind, and you couldn't leave it.

I hope you like your presents. I would like to tease you, just as I'm doing right now.

Have a nice day, beautiful.

S. S"

You read. You were speechless. Samantha who was right behind you and read at the same time with you. With a little smirk, she takes the card in your hands and looks at Christina right in her eyes.

"Let me read for you damn bitch" she said, amused.

She read the whole letter while she was taking her time saying each "beautiful" word with a smirk. Finishing, amused, she put the letter in front of her face:

"Who's laughing now, BITCH?" She asked, angry.

All the boys were laughing out loud at Christina and her squad. Connor, leaving and passing just close to Christina, put a hand on her shoulder by taping it and he says:

"Courage with your bitches, sweetheart" and they passed by them, still laughing out loud.

They didn't took much time and moved away too, and almost all the students were leaving the classroom, it was just a few, you and your friends. The three men has already taking a break from the tension of the class during the time you were reading the letter. Samantha turned around to look at you while Jessica was still speechless in front of your presents that even you couldn't understand.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, Y/N?" Samantha asked, letting her suprising face taking the lead. She has all the time this amused face to prove to Christina that you had men, just like her, saying that you were beautiful. But now you were alone, she asked seriously.

"Who is this, Y/N?"

"I don't even know!" You answered.

"Liar". You heard your inner voice said.

You knew exactly who it was. It was him.

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