Pairing: low key dom!Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 1.3k+ Warning: Language, smut, public sex, dirty talk, low key dom!Sebastian,
Summary: You and Sebastian are walking in a park, on a hot summer night. You are wearing your favourite sumer dress which gives ideas to Sebastian how to spice up a little your romantic walk.
A/N: Pure smut. This is it! Under 18+ please don’t read it.
Imagine
walking on the streets late night with Sebastian. After a few minutes, you got
into a park full of trees and small benches under them.
‘I
must sit down. These shoes are killing me!’ You sighed before occupying one of
the benches. Sebastian laughed and sat next to you resting his warm hand on
your tight.
‘Alright.
Let’s have a little rest.’ He nodded giving you a once over. ‘You know- to me
it’s your dress. It’s killing me.’ He admits with a longing smile.
You look
down to the little, red, summer dress you were wearing. It was a simple
strapless dress, with a partly opened back, perfect for hot summer nights like
this.
‘It’s
cloth is so thin, I can see all your curves, and I can feel how warm your skin
is underneath it.’ He purred, sliding his palm up to the small of your back, stroking
the soft skin with his thumb gently.
‘Sorry, I
had no idea how frustrating it is to you.’ You giggled, turning your face to
his and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He didn’t let you go. A warm palm
pressed against the back of your neck to hold you still. Sebastian’s soft, full
lips were on yours, kissing you slow but you could feel his desire.
‘Seb, we
are in a park!’ You try to hush him, caressing his face, eyes closed, foreheads
pressed together.
‘We are
pretty far from the city, it’s dark and the trees are covering us. We are
barely visible.’ He said voice low and deep. ‘I need you so bad!’ He admits
tightening his grip around your hips. You need to swallow to calm yourself down
before answering him.
‘We should
go home then-’ you tried but he didn’t let you finish.
‘I want you
here and now in this dress!’ He groaned while he lifted you to straddle his
tights.
‘Seb-’ You
tried to protest but your voice faded when you could feel him being so ready and
hard for you. ‘Fuck-’
‘Yes, doll.
I’m going to fuck you, here and you are going to be a good girl and will take
it quietly.’ You looked into the steel blue eyes. They were blown with lust and
need. In the next second his lips were crashing yours, and his hands were under
your light dress. They grabbed your ass and squished it passionately.
‘You are so
gorgeous! I love how delicately this dress draws the outlines of your body,
mostly your perfect little ass. It’s so easy to get under it.’ He’s voice was feverish,
lips pressing kisses on your neck between his words. You leaned your head on
his shoulder as his kisses become more passionate, his teeth biting and
nibbling on your sensitive skin.
‘Undo my
pants, doll.’ He breathed into your ear before licking it. You shuddered but
did as he asked you. Slid your palm on his hard cock through his underwear,
slowly circling on it’s head with your nails. You happily smiled at his low
moan but it didn’t least long. You had to bit your lips not to moan when he
pressed his thumb on your clit. He grinned, you could feel it on your skin. He
pulled your panties to the side before commanding you again.
‘Come on,
doll. I know how wet and ready you are for me! I want to feel you!’ You
lift your head, brushing your lips against his, while freed his cock and moved
closer to him. You let his tongue slid into your mouth, at the moment when you
lift yourself and let his hot tip pressing against your we core. Seb bit your
bottom lip and moaned into your mouth as you lowered down your hips, letting
his fat cock filling you.
He felt
amazing, as always.
Your head
was spinning, as you started to move, making his hardness slid in and out of
you. Thank god, your dress covered you and your sin, so it was less obvious
what you were doing. He grabbed your hip with one hand and lift your head to
look him in the eye with the other. The blue eyes were dark by desire now, lips
parted and red by the previous kisses, low moans escaping between them.
‘That’s it,
doll!’ He praised. ‘You feel so fucking good. So warm and tight around my cock.
God, I love you so much!’ He panted next to your ears, his deep voice causing goose
bumps all over on your body. You shivered as his hot breath was tickling your
skin, increasing you pleasure.
You had to
admit, the fact that you might got caught made you want him even more and you’re
your desire growth.
‘Seb, we
need to be fast!’ You whined, already so close to your climax.
‘I know,
baby doll! Would you like me to talk to you? That would help?’ He asked, while
his fingers run through your hair and stopping in the movement, to grab a handful
of hair, arching your neck. ‘Or maybe this?’ He purred, licking a long line on
your exposed skin. ‘You are so gorgeous, doll! Fuck!’ He mumbled, looking at
your face. ‘Do you like this, huh? Do you like me being inside of you? Filling
you with my thick cock?’ You cried out and he grinned. Of course you liked it! ‘Ssh,
baby girl, you need to be quiet. Remember?’ He moaned, biting his own lips to
restrain his voice. ‘Fuck, I’m so close! Can you come? Please, come! Doll, I can
feel you being there!’ You cried out again because it didn’t matter how hard
you tried you couldn’t keep your voice low, he felt too good.
‘Sebastian-‘
You cried tightening your walls around him. You were on the edge. His fingers
were burning your skin as he helped you to move, fastening your pace, driving
you to orgasm. You were a whimpering mess as your orgasm washed through you on
fast waves. You leaned to his neck, pressing your lips on his skin to keep your
moans down.
As soon as
he felt your release he was moving your body even more furiously on his cock,
chasing his own climax. He bit your shoulder, leaving a mark, when he come,
filling your sensitive pussy with his hot cum.
The two of
you stayed like this for moments, trying to collect yourselves. You rested your
face on his shoulder, arms lazily lying around his neck. Seb was holding you,
slowly stroking your bare back.
‘We should
go home.’ He suggested and you nod. You stood up, immediately pressing your
tights together when you felt his cum dripping from you. ‘Sorry.’ He bit his
lips giving you an apologetic look. ‘Here.’ He handed you some tissues to clean
yourself up, before going home.
‘I love
when you talk to me, you know that, don’t you?’ You smiled devilish and leaned
to his touch when Sebastian cupped your cheeks.
‘Of course
I do! It’s so hot, when you get turned on by that even more.’ He giggled and
give a quick slap to you but before heading home. ‘God, I can’t wait to go
home. I want to rip your panties off and bent you over every piece of furniture
in my apartment in this dress and fuck you until you beg me to stop.’ You
blushed and looked around to be sure you were still alone.
‘Who are
you and what have you done to my sweet, quiet boyfriend?’ You turned to him
laughing.
‘Blame your
dress.’ He shrugged his shoulder, smiling down at you playfully before kissing
you.
You knew he
is going to keep his promise and he won’t let you go until pulling out as many
orgasms out of you as much he can.
Author and doctor of clinical psychology Carolyn Kaufman has released a one-page body language cheat sheet of psychological “tells” (PDF link) fiction writers can use to dress their characters.
“I fear sometimes that people sort of see me a certain from some of these roles, and I can’t wait for the opportunity to be like, “I’m such a dork!” Really, really – I’m such a dork. I just pretend to be cool.”
Pairing: WS!Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 2.5k+ Warning: Smut, losing virginity, fear of getting raped, it’s pretty dark, bit of fluff in the end
Summary: In the Red Room it’s decided that, Natasha just turned to be old enough to sleep with a man. She tries to prepare for it both physically and mentally, but when she faces with the Winter Soldier itself she starts to worry.
A/N: Hey Guys! Here is a bit darker story from me. I’m not a huge fan of post Civil War WinterWidow, but I do love them together back in the Red Room. This story, (and maybe some more later) tries to picture those years of their lives. Natasha was a young girl, just old enough to sleep with men and Bucky was an insecure, confused, lost but kind man in his clean moments, and a master in the RR as the Winter Soldier.
There is no actual cruel rape in this story, but it’s not vanilla either. If you don’t like it, or can be triggered, or if you are under 18, please don’t read it, I don’t want to cause any harm. Thank you!
A fragile,
young woman was sitting on the bed, in the cold, bleak room. Her long read hair
was gently covering her shoulders, her green eyes was fixed on the door at the
opposite of her and her thighs were pressed tightly together. She was wearing a
pale grey robe which doesn’t covered her thighs entirely. She was tense,
listening to every noise she could hear, jumping a little when a door was
smashed in somewhere in the building. She knew what was going to happen to her,
she was prepared for it, well as much any girl can prepare for it. It’s better
if it happens here, in the Red Room first, under control, then out in the field,
they said. So, when she just turned old enough she knew it’s going to happen.
It can’t be worse than the surgery was and the healing after. Nothing can be
worse than that. She tried to calm her nerves with these thoughts.
The door
slowly opened, creaking and Natasha couldn’t ignore the growing fear in her
veins. Her heart was beating crazy, hands shaking, breathing heavy, until she
could see the man walking into the room.