Sebastian Stan Imagines

Buddies (Part 3)

A/N: Another part, definitely not the last. Sorry for taking so long to post it.Also (forgot to add this before) I understand that some of you readers might be from Czech Republic, so the conversations between the reader and Madlenka can be in Czech. Also, the reader's role in the movie (You'll find out more about the movie I have made up for this story later on) is an American girl, visiting Prague in search for her father, might have been a given but... told you just in case. I haven't completely shut off the fact that not everyone is from the same part of the world.

Warning: Mentions of sex, some cursing, tiny bit of angst

A couple of weeks had passed, you and Sebastian had had sex quite frequently and like always, it was strictly sexual. The two of you had talked about it one night and made sure neither of you expected anything more from each other. You already knew you didn't but you needed validation from Sebastian every once in a while. You really wanted to be on the same page when it came to your friends with benefits kind of relationship.

"You know what I love about this arrangement?" You asked as your fingers danced across Sebastian's bare chest.

"What?" He asked, amused as he watched you making your fingers walk on his skin.

"We're just friends. There's no pressure to make this romantic or be scared about feelings surfacing," you spoke as you laid your hand flat on his chest, resting your cheek against it. "It's so... comfortable."

Sebastian nodded, biting his lip as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Like, we don't need to talk about feelings and where this relationship is going. We don't need to think about meeting each other's parents or telling our friends about this because it's not a relationship."

Sebastian looked at you and saw the excited smile you had on your face. He smiled as well and continued listening to you speak, running his hand up and down your side.

"We're not in a relationship. We're just two friends who have sex. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies," you laughed, meeting Sebastian's gaze.

There was that same frown he always had when you said the word 'buddy' or the plural 'buddies'. You lifted your head up and rested it on your hand after propping yourself up on your elbow. "Is everything okay?" You asked, brows furrowing.

Sebastian pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"What's with you and the word 'buddy'?" You asked with a light laugh, not wanting to seem like what you were discussing worried you. "You always have this weird reaction to it. Do you not feel comfortable with this arrangement?"

He shook his head. "No, no, I'm comfortable. It's just..." He sighed. "I've been friendzoned before. They always called me 'buddy', the word just left a bad taste in my mouth."

The frown on your face disappeared and you looked down at him with a sad smile. "I'm sorry."

Sebastian just shrugged and looked up at you as well, smiling slightly.

"But hey, maybe we could turn those old, bad memories into some good ones. I'll just keep calling you 'buddy' it,'ll erase those bad memories."

Sebastian rolled his eyes which earned a playful slap to his chest.

"I'm just trying to help you out!"

"I know you are," he said. "Thank you."

You smiled once more and reach out to his phone that was laid on the bedside table. You checked the time and sighed. "We really should get up," you said, covering your body with the sheet as you picked your clothes up from the floor.