Sebastian Stan imagines

God your ass is amazing- Lance Tucker

Lance takes in a sharp breath when he sees her walk in; she's wearing the most incredible jeans that hug her wide hips. Lance can't stop staring. "Good morning, Mr. Tucker," she says softly, handing him his coffee. Lance is still staring; now at the loose blouse that is only snug around her large, round breasts. Lance is trying to fight an erection.

"Mr. Tucker?""Shit sorry what? And what have I told you about calling me Mr. Tucker."

"Sorry, Lance. You have a meeting in ten minutes."Lance bites his lip when he thinks of what he can do to her in twenty minutes. He closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath, nodding.

"Alright, thank you," he nods. She turns and Lance can't help the groan that he lets slip; her ass in her new jeans is absolute perfection. He definitely can't stop the blood from rushing to his cock now. He imagines his hands on the round globes of her ass, rutting against her, sliding his cock up and down between them. He can just see his cum spurting out all over her lower back. Lance clears his throat and takes a sip of his coffee. He smiles, loving how she knows just how he likes it.

"Can I do anything for you before then?" She asks, snapping him from his thoughts. Lance blushes; the things that he wants her to do for him. "Are you okay?" She asks, eyeing him curiously. "I, uh, yeah. Are you... Are those new jeans? "Yeah. Oh.. oh no are they too tight?"

"No! No... Just... Distracting," Lance says without thinking. "Oh... I'm sorry... I should... I can go change. You're right, the gymnasts won't want to see the big girl in tight pants," she says, flustered, gathering her things.

"What? No! God no, no no. Your ass looks fucking amazing and it's distracting me. OH GOD I'm sorry that was completely inappropriate."

She stares at him, mouth agape. "I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what came over me.""It's... It's okay, I know you're not interested," she said, brushing him off, an embarrassed blush dusting her cheeks. "What? What do you mean? Why'd you say it like that?"

"Lance..." She says, a sad pang in her heart as she wishes she could hide her emotions. His brows draw together and he takes a step towards her, reaching out to her face and lifting it to meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry I upset you," he says, still slightly confused as to why she was upset. "I... It's not... I know I'm not your type, Lance, I would never think you were being inappropriate with me."

"Wait, what? Why would you not be my type?"Tears fill her eyes and she breaks his eye contact, biting her lip. "Please just stop, Lance," her sad voice crushes him.

"Babygirl," he says softly, running a warm hand down her arm, "I'm so sorry you feel like this... But you have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?"

His eyes dart down quickly and hers follow; she gasps as she sees the fat bulge in his jeans.

"I, uh, I'm sorry, this is so fucking inappropriate.""I mean... it only is if I don't want it..."

Lance's eyes widen, "you... Want it?"She blushes and looks away; Lance holds his breath.

"God yes." Lance exhales, "oh thank God."Before she can respond, the phone on his desk starts to ring. "You should get that, it's your conference call."He nods vaguely, staring at her. She stands on her toes and presses her lips to his softly, "we'll talk about this after."

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I hope you all enjoyed this Lance drabble, I've been so obsessed with him lately even though he's a dick (hehe🍆🥇) anyways feel free to message me with requests or if you just wanna talk about seb ;)

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