The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Cheating Mess*: Sebastian Stan

Y/n's Pov:

    I was sitting on my boyfriend's kitchen counter. My drunken haze took over my body. My bare ass pressed against Chris' cold kitchen counter, as his best friend's hands lifted up my skirt. Sebastian's hands were all over my body as I moaned into his mouth. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths as he grips my hips and pulls me to the edge. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. His body is warming up to my cold one. His fingertips sent electricity  to my body that was edging me on. It  was wrong. So wrong. But his lips were so soft, and his eyes begged me to fuck him.

    "Sebastian, we have to stop." I tell him, knowing it's not going to stop until we cross the line we already destroyed.

    "I know, I know." He says to me, His voice deep and strained as his hands slid in between my legs, "But I don't want to."

    "I don't want to stop either, but what if Chris catches us."

    "He's passed out, sweet girl." His lips were by my ear. He let out light moans the closer he got to my soaked pussy. "This can be our little secret." He whispers.

    This was so fucked up, but he was so persuasive. He was so fucking hot. His once button shirt was ripped open, missing a couple buttons. His abs on display. Beads of sweat drip down each indent of his muscle. He was glowing. His belt was undone and his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, waiting  for me. I could see his bulge through his jeans. He looked like a Romanian god, and I was passing this up. Even if it was the last thing I did, something I would regret for the rest of my life; I'm not passing it up.

    I pull him in with my legs, my hands sliding his shirt down his shoulders and onto the floor. My fingertips caress the toned muscles that were formed on his back. Sebastian moved his head to the creak of my neck. His tongue grazes at the sensitive skin. My body feels the heat of his soft touches and lust.

    "Sebastian." I moan into his shoulder.

    He moves his head from my neck and looks at me. His eyes are full of something I don't recognize. They were blue anymore. They were black. As black as my long curly hair that was falling down my back, tickling the bare skin that peeked out of my crop top. As black as someone who was full of lust. Sex. Dominance.

    "Sir." He corrected me, his voice deeper than before and tangled with a romanian accent I've never heard leave his lips before. "Call me sir." He says harshly. His hand is now gripping my jaw.

    "Yes, sir." I stutter. My cunt dripping with want. It ached for his touch. I needed him. More than I'd ever needed anymore. More than Chris.

    "Good." He said, letting go of my jaw and lightly padding my cheek before moving his hand down to my thigh. "You want me, baby?"

    "Yes." My voice was hushed. I couldn't wake Chris. He couldn't see this. It would ruin him, and I knew that. I just couldn't pull myself away from this magnet that was Sebastian Stan.

    Sebastian's hands rubbed up my thigh. His touch burned my skin with desire. I want him to fuck me. Hard. He slowly slides his hand up my legs and to my wet cunt. The same pussy I gave Chris access too. I told Chris he owned me, but at this moment, I was Sebastian's. Sebastian could have me in any way he wanted.

    "Oh god, baby." He says. His fingers slid down my slit; collecting every bit of the juices I was going to give to him. "You're so fucking wet. Do you get this wet for Chris?"

    I didn't. I had never been this wet before. I could feel the puddle of slick that was building onto the counter, daring to drip onto the floor. Chris had never done the things Sebastian had just done. He wasn't rough with me. He never wanted to be, but I longed for it. I needed to be manhandled. I needed the pain. I needed Sebastian.