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139. Sebastian Stan | Just A Number

By : angelkurenai | Tumblr

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Some smut

Prompt: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story based on the song daddy issues by the neighborhood with Sebastian Stan? like he meets the reader in a bar and they hook up in the bathroom and then continue seeing each other but one day he finds out she's actually 18 and not 23. and doesn't mind but then the paparazzi get in the way and her family finds out ? lots of fluff and smut if possible! I'm sorry if it has too much detail you can change whatever you want !

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The night you first met the man had been one of a lifetime that you would remember forever. It was one full of firsts, one that if someone had told you you were going to experience you'd had laughed straight in their face, because it was more like one out of your wildest dreams. The wildest of the wildest. Drinking a little more than you could hold had given you all the courage, if not boldness, you needed to make the next move.

When he'd come to the bar and sat next to you, saying that he saw how beautiful you were and couldn't help but, after all the admiring, gather all the courage he had and came to talk to you. It was, needless to say, a sight to make you weak on the knees to see your favorite actor and number one crush try to flirt with you and fail because of all the drinks. He was simply-put insanely cute and adorable. Was that a dream coming true? Yes, yes it was.

Of course, after a couple more drinks together you had both started to think of each other as much more than just the cute one at the bar you had a wonderful time flirting with. Of course, you could always see the man was incredibly attractive, especially when he stood there in front of you, but for him to think you were so attractive that he couldn't wait to get to your place made the alcohol work perfectly. You weren't usually this brave but the moment he put his hand on your thigh and kissed your lips, you were a goner. You had a suspicion he was a good kisser, but damn Sebastian Stan was so much more than that.

Taking hold of him and leading him to the bathroom none of you wasted a second in getting rid of – thankfully – the few layers of clothing you had on. You would never forget the way his hands trailed up your bear thighs, all the way up to your ass which he griped tightly and earned a moan from you. You would never forget the feeling of the cold tiles against your back in a contrast to his warm skin pressed against yours on top of you.

You would never forget the feeling of his lips trailing wet kisses from your lips, to your jaw, neck, collarbone and between your breasts until he made sure to tease your sensitive skin a little more. This time not with just his tongue as he did with the rest of your body, the hickeys would be there to prove that, but mostly his teeth, sending waves of pleasure throughyou. You would never forget the way he squeezed them in his hands, making you bite down hard on your lip so much that you could draw blood. You would never forget the way his tongue and lips danced over your skin all the way down to your belly, his scruff doing an effective work in making you shiver in pleasure on its own. You would never forget his teeth sinking into the skin of your hips.

You would never forget the way he lifted a leg of yours over his shoulder and started planting wet kisses on the inside of your thigh, his hand squeezing tightly. Of course it was all just teasing because before he could get to his destination he looked up at you with those beautiful and very mischievous blue eyes and grinned against your skin before he let go and left you whimpering for more. He definitely gave you more later. You would never forget the way his fingers trailed up your sides, sending shivers down your spine, or the way his hand gripped your arms and pin them over your head.

And you would certainly never forget the way your fingers dag into the skin of his back as he hungrily kissed your lips. You would never forget the feeling of his bare skin under your fingertips. You would never forget the feeling of your bare chest pressing against his, making the tension only build up. You would never forget the way his moan sounded when you tugged at his hair. You would never forget the way his grunts sounded when you grinded on him, wanting to get him back for the teasing. You certainly not forget the feeling of your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed inside of you. You would never forget the feeling of his hips as he slammed against you, the closer you both were to your reaching point the faster he got and the more your toes curled in pleasure.