Sebastian Stan imagines

Roomate stress- Lance Tucker

Title basically explains what's going down ;)

Warnings: Smut Smut Smut

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Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn't know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn't the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all. You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn't even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance's fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you. You slowly opened the door to listen for the sounds that normally come from Lance's bedroom, but everything was quiet. You walked through the house. Nothing seemed out of place and like always there were dirty dishes in the sink. Lance was home, you just didn't know why.

You made your way to Lance's room and stopped at the door. Coming from inside were male moans, but no female ones. This was different. Lance was never the loud one. Curious, you stayed to listen. The longer you stayed the more evident it became that Lance was indeed alone. The sound of his finish became evident. Strings of "fuckfuckfuck" poured out of his mouth. You tried to back away before he came out, you really did, but the door swung open. There stood Lance. He was dressed only in a grey pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. You were frozen in place. He obviously knew what you were doing.

Like the show, Sweetheart?" Lance asked with a smirk. I don't know what you're talking about. I just got home. I was going to my room." You stuttered out quickly. You were never a good liar.

You went to your room to change. Pulling down your panties, there was a little pool of wetness. Of course, hearing Lance turned you on! He is a gorgeous human being and even his moans are gorgeous. Who wouldn't get horny just listening to him?

You made your way to Lance's room, and again you heard his moans. You shoved upon the door to see him spread across his bed, his cock fisted in his hand. He was bigger than you could ever imagine. No wonder all the women sounded like pornstars. He could definitely get the job done. God, how much stamina do you have?" you asked from the door way.

Maybe you should come here and find out." He said breathless. His cock was an angry red. You could see the tick vein running underneath it throb. It was the most beautiful cock you had ever seen. You just gonna stand there, Y/N/N? or are you gonna help me out?" With those words, you slowly made your way over to him. Precum was leaking out of his tip. He was stroking himself nice and slow as he watched you undress. He let out a low groan when you released the clap of your bra and let it fall to the ground. Those are the most perfect set of tits I have ever seen." He threw his head back as he sped up his pace. You didn't want him to cum just yet, and by the looks of it, he was almost there. You got on to the bed and pulled his hand away from his cock. He let out a low, delicious whine.