Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

7.

You looked up at him again, your eyes flicker between his eyes and lips, the bright lights of the city fading away, turning into blurred fairy lights. Your lips quivered as you slowly leaned up to his face, your nose softly rub against his, as your lips slowly met. You were able to taste the raw whiskey on his lips, but it felt pleasant. His hand slithered up your leg, resting on your hip, as your hands made their way to the sides of his face, caressing it as you both moved in sync. You opened your mouth deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in. You got up, not breaking the kiss, and straddled on his lap, slowly grinding against his growing boner.

"Al," Sebastian breathes out, pulling away. "You're drunk," He pulled you off.

"Huh?" You just looked at him confused, before passing out.

"Uhhhhhh!" You yelled. It felt like a million bricks weighted your brain down while someone tried to hammer it. You woke the next day in your bed, neatly tucked in and a loose shirt covering your short tank top. You tried to sit up but fell back in bed at the headrush.

"Hey," Sebastian whispered as he slowly opened the door, peeking his head in. "Good morning,"

"Hey," You sat up again, holding your head as you tried to concentrate. "Um, what happened? Yesterday?" You asked, trying to recall the night before. All you properly remembered was having a shots bet with Anthony, but everything after that was a blur, and the weird and very inappropriate dream.

"Yeah, you guys got pretty wild, don't worry, nothing too bad, just completely wasted. I got you back and put a shirt on you, and you pretty much just slept off." He smiled at you, knowing that you probably don't remember the kiss. "Well, I'm making breakfast. Freshen up, it should be ready in a few, so hurry up!" He said, walking out.

"Hey, Sebastian?" You whispered, still feeling a bit light-headed. 

"Yeah?" He turned around, surprised you called him by his name.

"Thank you," you smiled at him, before walking into your bathroom. Sebastian just stood there, shook at how sweet you were acting towards him. 

The whole time in the shower you pondered about whether the dream was a memory from last night or just a weird wet dream you were having of your friend's dad. 

Just a weird dream it is. You decided, walking out of your room. 

"Ohh, pancakes!" You gasped as you walked into the kitchen, putting your hair up in a bun. 

"Yeah, Ryan said they were your favorite." He turned to you, admiring how the tight tank top hugged your curves and the shorts sitting perfectly on your ass. "I know I'm not a chef but, I tried," he said placing a plate with a stack of fresh, spongy pancakes in front of you. 

"Wow! These smell so good!" You looked at the beautifully decorated plate of pancakes, drizzled with perfectly cut banana slices and blueberries.

"I just hope it tastes as good as it looks," He said placing his own plate in front of you. Both of you ate, listing to news on the radio, and exchanged casual looks. 

"Why were you so rude to him?" You thought as you cleaned the kitchen. 

"Hey, Sebastian?" You called out, as you finished cleaning up the plates. 

"Yep?" He walked to you, looking up from his phone. 

"I-I, um, I am," You struggled to find the words to ask him.

"I get it, it's fine." He nodded, walking into the living. 

"What?"  You shot your head up, looking at him.