The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Just A Friend*: Sebastian Stan

She sat at the kitchen table. Her bare ass was attached to the chair tucked under the wooden table. Her head was scanning for answers to the questions her interviewer asked her. Nothing was coming to mind. She'd made herself feel stupid as she took extremely too long to speak. Not knowing what to do or what to say, the only person she could blame for all of this was the Romanian devil that was tasting her from under the table her computer sits on.

"So, what's next in your career?"

"I-" she starts, her mind not making sense of any of the questions.

Sebastian swirls his tongue around her clit. Spit leaves his mouth and mixes with her sweetness. Her soaking cunt couldn't handle the amount of juice leaving her body and dripping into the chair. Sebastian's mouth and chin drip with her. His beard contained beads of her wetness.

"I'm not too sure." She claims, forcing a smile on her face.

She wanted to slam that computer shut. Say fuck every online interview she was schedule for today. She needed to soak in the moment. Throw her head back and moan until her voice is gone from her body. She needed to scream Sebastian's name. Raking her hands through his hair as he ate at her core. Devouring her.

"I'm sure you heard the dating rumors. Right?"

"No. I actually haven't." She works out.

"Oh. Well, I'm glad to tell you. People are speculating that you have found love with your co-star, Sebastian Stan."

Her breath hitched. Both from the allocations that were proven true underneath the table, and the feeling of her climax erupting into the pit of her stomach and working its way down.

"Can you speak about that?" The interviewer asked.

"I can assure people that there is absolutely nothing but a dear friendship between the two of us." She chokes. "I like to keep my relationships private."

Sebastian buries two thick fingers inside her. Her eyes widen as she fights back the moans that claw at her throat to be released. Sebastian uses his other hand to squeeze her thighs. Digging his fingernails into her skin, creating crescent moons into her flesh, as a sign of disapproval to her answer.

"Nevertheless, she says, "I wouldn't oppose the idea. Sebastian is truly a remarkable man. Anyone in their right mind would be ignorant to say no to a relationship with him."

He releases the grip on her thigh. She can feel a smile on his face, but he doesn't ease up on her. His fingers work inside her. Hitting the parts of her that he knows will drive her insane. Her legs shake from under the table. She wants this interview to end already.

"I agree," the interviewer stated. "Well, those are all my questions for you, Y/n. It was amazing talking to you."

"You too."

The zoom ends and Y/n slams the computer shut. Only having about 15 minutes until her next interview, she decides to use it.

She throws her head back. Her hands trail down to Sebastian's hair, tugging against it, letting the once trapped moan escape her lips. He lets out a hum. His tongue is still creating small, harsh circles around her swollen clit.

"So, I'm just a friend now?" He asks, leaving her for a couple of seconds before diving back into her.

"Sebastian." She moans.

"I don't even know if I should allow you to cum." He says, stopping his movement. He knows how close she is. He knows all he'll have to do is circle her clit a couple more times before her cum drips down his bread as it fills his mouth and falls out of his lips.