Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

23.

Warning: Smut....(😏)

This chapter was the literal death of me😵 But thanks to @femalefictional and the rest of the Twitter gc for giving me a go-ahead with it. (The mention didn't work, so I just dedicated the chapter to you, love😘)

Anyway after a week of rewriting this chapter a billion times... Chapter 23, people!

You were hanging by holding on to the ledge above you. Your whole body, shaking and trembling under pressure. Your sweaty hands strained to stay on the ledge, trying not to slip. You clenched your stomach and flexed your arms trying your best not to fall. You can feel the sweat dripping down your weary body. Your breathing was quivering from exhaustion. The light whimpers barely making out between the heavy gasps for air. 

"Fuck!!" You moaned. Sebastian was holding you against the kitchen wall, his head buried between your legs. "UH!" You breathe out, shaking vigorously from the overstimulation. You were hovering over his shoulder, scared to crush him under your weight. "Asta primești Pentru că ești o fată rea,"(that's what you get because you're a bad girl) He growled, bitting your thigh as he pulled you to fully sit on his shoulder. 

"Oh!" You whine, trying your best to hold back. 

"Is my princess close?" You felt his shit-eating grin against your core. You take your hands off the ledge, one holding your knee while the other ran through his hair, pulling him to you. 

"Fuck!" You curse, your fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit. "Shit Seba-astian! Right there!" You moan, your back arched and your duvet falling off your wet body. 

"Ah!" You whimper, feeling like a firecracker that just exploded, and fall back into the bed. This wasn't the first time you had a wet dream about Sebastian, well... It wasn't necessary a wet dream, more of an arousing memory. 

You sigh, and roll out of your bed, seeing the alarm clock on your nightstand read 11 am. Today was the day of the check-up. Scarlett took Tom and his friends over to her place and they stayed there yesterday, she insisted that they stay with her until after the appointment. You spent the last two days finishing the decorations. It wasn't that hard, but it was exhausting to do everything on your own. 

"Oh, wow!" You gasp, hearing the cracking noises your body made as you stretched. You walk to your bathroom, wanting to wash the glitter and dust from yesterday. You were so out of your mind, you fell asleep on your couch last night, but tucked yourself in bed early in the morning after puking your guts out, again. 

You rub your eyes, looking at the disaster that was you in the mirror. Your hair was everywhere, sticking out in all directions. Your lips looked grey and were peeling off. Your face was slightly swollen and there were red lines on the side of your face, proving that you actually slept. You turned to the side and lifted your shirt just over your ribs, your hand immediately went to your flat stomach, rubbing circles. "I'm sorry, I really am. I don't want to do this, but I have no choice," You whispered.

You were quick to get ready, making sure to get all the red, green, and white off, and dressing in a pair of loose sweatpants and a hoodie. Your stomach growled as you walked to the kitchen, "Yeah, yeah, I know," You shook your head, walking to the fridge to find something quick to eat. 

After 30 minutes of searching and another 30 minutes of baking brussels sprouts, eggs, and bacon, you sat down, looking at the sheet pan on your counter, waiting for it to cool for a bit. 

"Argh!" You sighed, taking your fork out, stabbing into the baked vegetable, making sure to include the egg and the bacon. You blow at it a few times before taking a bit. Coughing up smoke as you tried to push the food down.