Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

46.

What the fucking was I thinking! What the fuck am I thinking right now! I really must have lost my mind! Yep, it's official, I have lost it!

"Fuck," He moaned into your ear, nails digging into your hips. The tiny empty alley was filled with the sound of waves and your muffled breathing. 

"Oh my god," Your eye roll back as he fucks you into the wall. The rough surface of the wall poking your back, his calloused fingers holding you against the wall as your legs are about to give up, his hot breath fanning over your collarbone as he pecks it. And his hips working overtime with the hard thrusts. 

"I can't- I- oh god!" You cry as he grabs your left thigh and lifts it so it's wrapped around his torso. He brings the same hand down to your sore cunt, using the hard pad of his thumb to rub you off. 

You grab his hair, fisting as much as you can as you pulled him closer, making sure his body was touching yours. 

"Al," He moans, taking your hand that was scratching his back and stretching it above your head, intertwining your fingers as he fucked into you. 

"I'm gonna cum-," You mumble, half your words coming out as airy moans as you felt his dick pulsing. 

"With me, Mina," He moans, pulling you close and pounding faster. 

"Fuck! Seb" You cry.

[Two hours ago]

After Ryan was completely drunk and you and Michael put her to bed, the two of you returned to your room. Michael was looking at something on his phone while you brushed your teeth and washed your face. 

"Happy birthday, Al," Michael whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were applying your face cream. 

"Mmh, thank you," You turn around to face him, holding onto his shoulders for support. 

"There's still one more gift left," He whispered, leaning his forehead closer to yours.

You finally look at his blue eyes, seeing them stare at your parted lips, not blinking as he leans forward. You felt this pull towards him that you couldn't move out of. Your hand voluntarily moved to the top of his shirt, moving up to sit at the crook of his neck. His hand rested where they were, gently pulling you closer.  You jerked back at the memory, feeling a shiver run down your spine. 

You look up at Micheal, seeing his hurt face that he tries to hide. "I'm sorry, I was-"

"No, it's okay," He nods, unwrapping his hands and stepping back. "Lemme know when you're done." He throws you a tight-lipped smile before walking back into the bedroom. 

You pull on your shirt, frustrated at yourself for thinking of Sebastian when you're with Michael. "Get your shit together, Al," You whisper, taking one last look at yourself before walking out. 

"So, what's my last present?" You ask, hoping Michael would ignore what happened in the bathroom and continue. 

"Oh, right, maybe not tonight. You should rest up, you look tired." He smiles, kissing your forehead before pulling the duvet to his chest and turning the light off on his side. 

"O- ok," You stuttered, feeling bad. You slipped into the bed, turning away from Micheal and pulling your legs to your chest.

You toss and turn for an hour, trying to stay as quiet as possible since Michael is already asleep. Just when you groan, throwing the duvet off your body, your phone dings. 

You sign, thinking it's probably Ryan, and pick it up, seeing the last name you could imagine appear. 

Sebastian:

Can you come out?

We need to talk.

Didn't I block his number? You think as you check on Michael to make sure he's asleep before you slip outside. You walk around the living room, seeing no one when you check your notifications.

Sebastian:

Outside. 

You nod, quietly walking outside, seeing him in a tight black shirt and black sweatpants, leaning against the side wall, looking at his phone. You bite your lip as you watch his fluffy brown hair dance to the wind and the silver chain on his neck shining as the light hits it. 

"Hey, you came," Sebastian looks up, putting his phone away as he sees you standing in front of the door, the same door that opened up a week ago to show him and that cunt being all close and cuddling. Yes, think about him and his girlfriend, Al. Remember, he is a whore. He is bad for you. "Can we walk? I don't wanna wake anyone up." He smiles, offering his hand out to you. You look down at his hand, remembering how it was wrapped around Alejandra's nonexistent waist. 

"Let's go," You move past it, walking toward the beach. 

The two of you stay quiet as you walk along the sand, no one really taking the stand to speak first, filling the air with an uneasy silence. And even if Sebastian would try to start a conversation with you, you ignore him, walking away or turning away. "Look-" You sigh, rolling your eyes and walking away as Sebastian tries again.

Having had enough of your antics, Sebastian stops, grabbing your arm and pulling you into a nearby alley behind one of the closed restaurants. 

He pushes you against the wall, trapping you with his hands on either side of your head. He doesn't say a word but you can hear all the 'not so nice' words he's yelling at you in his head. You stay quiet, hands behind your back as you stare up at him, wanting him to speak first. He called you. He wanted to talk to you. So, He should be the one to speak first. 

You both are staring at each other without blinking and breathing heavily. You fist your hands behind your back, angry at yourself for agreeing to come out. Angry at Micheal for being okay with everything you do. Angry at Ryan for bringing you here. Angry at Alejandra for being a cunt. And angry at Sebastian for agreeing to come here. You dig your nails into your palms, waiting for him to speak. 

Sebastian opens his mouth, but he doesn't speak. NO! He leans down to your face and pulls you into an open-mouth kiss. You're taken back by his actions, and try to push him away. But, he insists, pulling you closer. You ball your hands, using them to push against his chest to finally get him off you. Sebastian backs away, seeing the tears in your eyes as you look away. 

You look away, trying to figure out what the fucking was happening. Sebastian cautiously walks to you, using his index finger to lift your head up to look at him. This time he gently pulls you up to kiss him again. It was much slower and not at forcefully. And this time you let him kiss you. 

Why weren't you mad that he kissed you? Why did you want more? Why were your hands relaxing and reaching up to hold him? Why were you allowing him to walk you back till your ass hit the wall? Why weren't you resisting? Why were you letting him advance? Why were you okay with his hand traveling up your arm? Why were you okay with it going under your shirt and resting on your bare waist? Why were you pulling him closer? WHY?