i wanna lick honey off your back :((((((((

Meet Cute - Chapter 3

Author: SaffreeLove

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing(spoiler: there will always be swearing)

Word Count: 2804

A/N: The dialogue shown in italics are the lyrics from the song “Light My Candle” from RENT by Jonathan Larson. Check it out here. (Extra note: I used the lyrics from the original broadway soundtrack, but this link is for the movie version of the song. It’s only a difference of one line, but original RENT-heads might notice.)

Ch 1 Ch 2

Seb sat down and picked up the remote to see what movies were playing. Suddenly, he turns to you with a gasp. Your head whips back toward him.

“You wouldn’t be a RENT-head, by any chance, would you?” he nearly whispers as he looks at you with those pleading eyes.

Your eyes got huge, “Oh my god! Is it on?? Yes!! Yes! Yes!” You told yourself to not notice that his eyes darted down quickly while you were bouncing on the bed from excitement.

He jumped up to replenish your drinks before starting the movie. You snuggled your butt into the bed getting comfortable. Seb climbed back up on the bed sitting just a little closer than he had earlier. The opening notes of Seasons of Love came through the speakers as the lights on the stage came up, and just like clockwork your eyes began filling with tears. You tried to hide it, because who cries at the beginning of a movie? Well, you do. Don’t you remember sitting in the theater waiting for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 to start, and then it did and you were practically sobbing as the Warner Brothers logo appeared? Yeah, you are the person that cries at the beginning of movies.

Looking over at you Seb said, “Oh sweetheart, I know. The beginning kills me too. Come here,” as he put his arm around you and pulled you close.

You took the comfort easily because this part really did get to you. All the foreshadowing of Seasons of Love made you smile and cry at the same time. The two of you stayed snuggled together on the bed, each of you singing along to the music. You were on your third beer and much more relaxed with the semi-public singing. Seb’s thumb and fingers had been stroking your upper arm and it was slowing working your senses up into a tizzy.

When Light My Candle came on, Seb immediately took Roger’s part and you, of course took Mimi’s.

“What’d you forget?”

“Got a light?”

“I know you, you’re, you’re shivering.”

“It’s nothing, they turned off my heat. And I’m just a little weak on my feet.”

What had started as singing to the tv quickly evolved into singing to each other. By the way, all those video clips you had watched of him singing didn’t hold a candle to him singing directly to you.

“Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?”

“Nothing. Your hair in the moonlight. You look familiar. Can you make it?” he sang as he reached for your elbows as if you were beginning to fall as Mimi had. You were both fully acting the song out together now. Sexual innuendos and all.

“Just haven’t eaten much today, at least the room stopped spinning anyway. What?”

“Nothing. Your smile reminded me of…”

“I always remind people of… Who is she?”

“She died. Her name was April.”

“It’s out again. Sorry about your friend. Would you light my candle?”


“Yeah? Ow!”

“Oh, the wax, it’s…” Seb held your fingers as if to soothe the burn Mimi had from the candle.

“Dripping! I like it, between my…” you purred while pulling his fingers toward your chest.

“Fingers, I figured,” he chuckled and slipped his hand away at the last second, “Oh, well, goodnight.”

You turned away from Seb as Mimi went to leave Roger’s apartment, then knocked on the night table as Mimi knocked on the door.

“It blew out again?”

“No, I think that I dropped my stash,” you patted your hands around the bed as if looking. Ooh, a Sebastian leg.

“I know I’ve seen you out and about when I used to go out. Your candle’s out.”

“I’m illin’. I had it when I walked in the door. It was pure. Is it on the floor?”

“The floor?”

“They say that I have the best ass below 14th street. Is is true?” you sing with an innocent look on your face.


“You’re staring again,” you smirk.

Seriously, how was this your life? You were heavily flirting with Sebastian Stan via a musical on screen, while in his hotel room, on his bed, inches away from his face.

“Oh no, I mean you do have a nice… I mean, you look familiar.”

“Like your dead girlfriend.”

“Only when you smile, but I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere else…”

“Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That’s where I work, I dance. Help me look.”

“Yes, they used to tie you up.”

“It’s a living,” you shrug.

“I didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.”

Yup, casually singing about bondage and exotic dancing with Seb. Just another Saturday night in this new life of yours.

“We could light the candle. Oh, won’t you light the candle?”

“Why don’t you forget that stuff? You look like you’re sixteen.”

“I’m nineteen, but I’m old for my age. I’m just born to be bad.”

“I once was born to be bad. I used to shiver like that.”

“I have no heat, I told you.”

“I used to sweat.”

“I got a cold.”

“Uh huh, I used to be a junkie.”

“But now and then I like to feel good.”

“Oh, here it…”

“What’s that?” you lean in closer as if to look.

“It’s a candy bar wrapper.”

“We could light the candle. Oh what’d you do with my candle?”

“That was my last match.”

“Our eyes’ll adjust. Thank God for the moon.”

“Maybe it’s not the moon at all, I hear Spike Lee’s shooting down the street.”

“Bah humbug, bah humbug.” You picked up Seb’s left hand and threaded your fingers through his own. His hand tightened around yours as he sang, “Cold hands.”

“Yours too. Big, like my father’s. Do you wanna dance?”

“With you?” he crooned as he pulled you ever so closer.

“No, with my father.”

“I’m Roger,” he leaned his head closer to yours.

“They call me, they call me, Mimi,” you sang breathlessly as he leaned down.

With the last note, Seb’s lips crashed to yours and suddenly all you could hear or smell or feel was him.

Soft lips pressed firmly against yours over and over, opening more and more with each pass, until his tongue finally licked along the seam of your lips asking for entrance. Your lips gave way with a moan that you might have been embarrassed about if you were capable of any sort of rational thought. His hands had shifted around to your back to pull you flush to his chest as his tongue danced with yours.

His right hand slid down your back and over your ass till he had a hold of your thigh. He pulled you over until you were straddling him with his hands at the small of your back. His hands moved down to squeeze your butt through your jeans and with gentle pressure he began to rock you forward onto his lap. Whimpers fell from your mouth as he ground your hot center against his straining cock. You pulled away from his lips with a gasp when you realised just how close you were to coming. He immediately latched onto your neck with kisses and little love nips while he continued his maddening rhythm. His hand slid up to your hair and gave a slight, test tug. The hitched breath that flew out of you caused a deep growl to emanate from Seb’s chest. That growl pushed you right to the edge of your orgasm. You grabbed on tighter to his shoulders and back that you had been clinging to while he rubbed your center against him.

“Seb, please,” you begged.

“Oh, honey, that’s it, you’re almost there,” he said with praise. His hand that hadn’t left your hair tightened and pulled even harder as his voice dipped deep. “Fuck, I want to watch you come. Do it. Now.”

“Oh, fuck, Seb, I’m…”

With his last order, he bit down on your neck and you exploded over the edge, shaking with the force of your orgasm. He kept up his rhythm helping you ride out your high. When you finally came back to yourself, Seb was hands were rubbing your back and his lips were exploring your neck with kisses and slow licks.

“Mmmm, Seb,” you moaned.

“Baby, I have to taste you. You must be so wet right now. I need that,” he pleaded. “Please? Can I?”

“Yes, yes, that’s good, I’m good with that, you can do that, please, fuck, do that,” you babbled.

He rolled the two of you over and suddenly slowed down as he set his hands at your waist and began sliding them up taking your shirt with him. Seb pulled you upright as he swept your shirt over your head. Diving back down, his kisses were covering your skin making their way up towards your breasts. He caressed you over your bra, gently pinching your nipples as he worked the fabric down exposing your soft skin.

In Seb’s enthusiasm to get to you, he pulled a bit too hard and tore your bra apart in the front. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you another,” he breathed out while continuing to kiss your skin. “You’re forgiven,” you panted, “as long as you keep doing, oh, keep doing that.” His hands slid underneath your ruined bra to gently cup your breasts. Now that he finally had full access, Seb took a few long, wandering licks around each breast, finishing up with a nibble and kiss of your nipple.

He continued to suck and kiss your breasts as his hands made their way down to your waist. He flicked open your jeans button and slowly pulled the zipper down. His breath was all that touched you as he moved down your torso. He grasped the top of your jeans and began to pull them down. Once they had joined the void with the rest of your clothes, he came back up with his nose only an inch away from your soaking wet underwear.

“Oh honey, I wasn’t wrong was I? You’re fucking drenched,” he said quietly as his nose just brushed against you causing you to moan. “Shit, I wanna get in there so badly, but dragging this out is tempting as well. Mmmm, next time I’ll have to go so very slow,” he murmured then leaned forward to lick up over your underwear. While you were crying out, he slid your panties over your hips and quickly off your legs. Wasting no time, he flattened his tongue and drew a long strip ending right at your clit. After a few soft licks, his lips began to suck you into his mouth with his tongue still flicking against you. His left hand moved to get a better grip on your upper thigh as his right hand moved between your legs. Seb dragged his index finger up down your slit, coating himself in your wetness before easing his finger deep inside and curling just enough to tease your g-spot.

“Fuck, oh shit Seb, do that again,” you moaned as your back started to arch, but his hand held you place. Your hands flew down to tangle in that incredible hair and hold him close to your pussy. A shiver runs through you as you hear and feel Seb moan into you. You can’t help react to his moan and your fingers tighten in his hair pulling a deep growl from his chest. He eased a second finger inside and increased his pressure on your g-spot while his tongue continued its mission to push you over the edge.

“Oh, shit, that there, yes, that uhh, I’m oh I'm…” Just then you tipped over, cumming so hard that you vision went a touch hazy. Seb continued to gently pet that wonderful, spongy spot inside of you as he helped ease you through your orgasm.

He eased his fingers out of you and brought them right up to his lips, licking them clean. You pulled him down and swiped your tongue through his mouth, “you didn’t give me a taste.” As you lay back down you could see that Seb’s pupils were blown wide with need.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he got up and walked over to his suitcase.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue for right now,” you snarked as you lay there just fucking wrecked. Who knew you were a g-spot girl?

Seb made his way over to the nightstand dropping a few condoms on the surface. He was still dressed aside from socks.

“How is it that I’m completely naked and all you are missing are your socks?” you pondered while propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Well, I guess you better remedy that,” he said leaning down to kiss your lips. “Oooh, yes sir,” and rolled up onto your knees. Your hands slipped underneath his hem and worked his shirt up his chest and over his head.

Fuck. How had you forgotten how ripped he was? You just saw his naked chest an hour and a half ago? Why was it tripping you up now? Oh, right. Cause now you are running your hands over that ripped chest. You looked up at Seb as you hands fell to the waistband of his sweats, and started pushing them down. Apparently, he had felt zero need to put boxers on after his shower. His pants slid to the floor and he stepped out of them back towards you. Quickly, you took a mental picture, because this was going feature heavily in your future solo fantasies.

He pulled you close and the feel of all his hot skin pressing on yours caused your desire to increase tenfold. His mouth captured yours again in a heady kiss as your arms wound around his neck holding him ever closer. He pushed you back until you were lying on the bed. Pulling his body away, he searched your eyes and checked in with you, “Are you still good with this?”

“Yes, Seb, please. I want this. I want you,” you moaned as you pulled him back into contact with your body. You reached over and snagged one of the condoms, tore it open, and rolled it all the way down his cock.

He lined himself up, looked up at you and slowly pushed his way into your heat while his eyes stayed locked on yours, “Shit, baby. You feel so good.” Once he was fully seated within you he gave a little mini thrust causing a gasp to escape your lips. His left hand skimmed down your right hip to hook your leg up over his arm. It brought him that much closer and that much deeper.

Seb began a slow, steady pace that was going to kill you with pleasure. He was giving just enough of a grind on his down thrust to tease your clit, but not quite enough to satisfy. You threaded your hands into his hair and pulled his head down into a kiss, then tightening your fingers around his hair, gave a tug. He froze as a deep growl emanated from his chest and damn near sent you over the edge.

His control now shattered, he started a fierce pace of pounding into you while his right hand rubbed your clit. He raised your hip changing the angle just enough and that was it. You fell right off that cliff screaming his name. Three hard pumps later and the hottest fucking groan came out of his lips as he came. Aftershocks ran through you prompted by the swell of his cock and the sound of his release.

You both lay there for a minute just catching your breath. With a groan, Seb leveraged himself up and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he came back in he crawled up the bed and snuggled up with you, pulling the covers over you both. You were still in full afterglow with a goofy grin on your face. Three orgasms in a row will do that to you. His head was buried in your neck with his arms wrapped around your chest.

A muffled jumble came from somewhere under that hair, “Mmphay pheeh.”

“Hmm? What? Can’t hear you. No ears in my neck, Seb.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. Damn, those were some good puppy dog eyes. “Stay. Please. Stay the night.”

With your mouth only slightly agape, you nodded, “Okay.”

Seb turned out the light, snuggled back into your arms and said, “Sorry we didn’t get to the thigh riding, babe. We’ll put it on the list.”

With a little giggle, you finally shut your eyes and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Chapter 4

₩on and Only - (reader x Simon D)

Plot: Drunk Honey J sits on Simon D’s lap while you’re all at the club. It makes you mad, because you like Simon. Causing you and Honey to bicker.

Genre: Angst, a little fluffy

It shouldn’t have bothered you when she sat in his lap, but it did. You saw it out of the corner of your eye but kept your focus on the drink in your hand. You acted like nothing had happened, and took a sip. He didn’t ask her to move, nor did he welcome her. He just sat there as she wiggled around obviously drunk. Mumbling, her liquor sloshing around in her cup.

You were all sitting in the V.I.P section in a club. Music blaring, drinks being passed around. The neon lights flashing, and changing colors.

AOMG had women all around them. Jay with two brunettes in his arms,the others sitting next to Loco and Gray. Laughing, giggling, and sharing drinks.Simon was the only one who didn’t have somebody. Until she came and sat down.

“Yah…” you heard her slurred voice say.

Not paying attention because you didn’t think she was talking to you. You just took a sip of your drink again.

‘Yah…” she said again.

You still didn’t look up. And that’s when you were hit with something.You turned your head to see a small black straw on the ground next to your boots.She threw that at you. Your jaw clenched. When you turned your head, you ignored Simon’s gaze. Of course it was on you, but instead of meeting his eyes you met Honey J’s.

She was obviously drunk, but that didn’t matter to you.

“What?” You asked her. Your tone low, and bleak.

“W…wha…what are you doing here?” she asked.

You rolled your eyes as you sat in your seat, crossing your legs.

“I was invited.” you responded.

Honey scoffed.

“By who?” She slurred, “Simon?”

The mentioning of his name like he wasn’t there bothered you.

“And Jay, and Loco, and Gray…Pretty much everyone here.” you said matter-of-factly.

She scoffed again, slowing rising from Simon’s lap.

“Nobody wants you here..” she mumbled, almost tripping over her legs. Her skirt rising a little bit.

Everyone suddenly became quiet, eyes on you and Honey.

“Honey… shut up.” Jay scolded from his seat.

“She ssshhhouldn’t be here!” She said, then started to giggle.

“Jay’s right Honey… You should shut up.” you responded.

Honey took another sip of her drink, and sat it on the table in between you. You knew she was drunk. Mumbling nonsense, getting on your nerves.

“People like you shouldn’t be here.”

“People like me?” you asked, with a scoff.

She stood a few feet from you. Looking sloppy compared to her usual put together self.

“Yeah…people like you… you’re not even from here…” she slurred.

“Either is Jay.” you responded, quick, attempting to shut her up.

“Jay is Korean….” she slurred, trying to keep her balance.

“Yeah and I’ve lived in Seoul for five years, and have earned my place.”

She let out a puff of air.

“Simon doesn’t want you… He shouldn’t be with a foreigner like you…”

“What and he should be with you?” you said back.

Even if it wasn’t said out loud, everyone in AOMG knew Simon and you had a thing. Jay asked you one night at dinner, when Simon left the table to pay.“Nah, we’re not like that.” you had said. Jay laughed, calling you a liar. You shoving him, and rolling your eyes. And you were.

You had feelings for Simon whether you cared to admit it or not. The first night you met him he approached you as you were working on a custom jacket. Spray painting designs, hands covered in paint. Your boss hosting an event at the club,asking for your help. Everybody there was getting custom jackets. So when you were finished with Simon’s he was impressed.

You ushered him over.

“Wow, daebak.” He said, holding it in front of him.

“Thank you.” he said in English.

“You’re welcome.” You responded, in English. You turned away, when he spoke up again.

“Do you… Er…Seoul? Live in Seoul?” again in English.

You smiled.

“Yes I live in Seoul.” You said, this time responding in Korean.

A smiled was now on his face, “Yah… you speak Korean?”


He looked embarrassed, but covered it with another smile. His english wasn’t terrible but you knew he would feel more comfortable.

“What’s your name?”

You hesitated for a moment before answering.


He nodded his head and put his hand out for you to shake.

“Simon Dominic.”

“I know.” You said, eyeing the jacket which you clearly painted his name on.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

And that was pretty much it for you both. That introduction was enough to start whatever it was you both had. At first you thought it was just a coincidence. Him showing up to the club, running into each other. Him acting surprised, and you shrugging it off. But after the 4th time, you had to ask.

“Why are you always here?”

“Cause I like you.”

You scoffed, “You don’t even know me.” you said, playfully.

He rolled his tongue in his mouth and said “I want to.”

The next couple months consisted of him asking you out on dates, and you finding an excuse. You liked him but, you weren’t used to things like this. You didn’t date, but you really liked being around him. He was surprised how well you got along with the rest of AOMG. In your defense you had already met Jay before you were introduced, and were on friendly terms.

Simon always treated you well. If anyone didn’t know better, they’d assume you were his girlfriend. He would make sure you got home okay, ask if you had eaten. He was never overbearing. He gave you your space, but still let you know he was there if you needed him. He insisted on paying for your meals whenever you went out. When you were sober you’d keep your distance, even though you were dying to be near him. To soak in all that charisma, and charm, but you didn’t give in.

But when you were drunk, you couldn’t help but cling to him. The alcohol giving you some sort of liquid courage. Always finding yourself grabbing onto the sleeves of his jacket. Him pulling you in closer and putting his arm around your waist or neck. Keeping tabs. Sometimes he’d refer to you as baby but you thought it was just because you were younger. But that was it. That was about as intimate as it got between you. No kissing, no hugging. Just arms around each other. He kept just enough distance from you.

So when he did confront you one day and asked how you felt, you just ignored it. Left him hanging.

“Maybe….” Honey said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes as you sat in your seat.

“You’re nothing but a foreigner… you don’t belong here. Nobody wants you. Not me… Not Jay… and especially not Simon…”

You weren’t sure what it was that made you do this. But you took your drink, and threw the remaining liquor at her. It splashed her in the chest, Simon was in the crossfire and it hit him as well.

Honey screamed, and whined. Jay started to crack up and clap his hands together.

“Yah… Y/N… That was great!” Jay said between giggles.

You stood up from your seat, looked at Simon. He was wide eyed, and brushing the liquid off his shirt.

“I’m sorry Jay. But I’m gonna leave. I’ll see you later.”

Jay tossed up a peace sign, and whispered to Loco, who looked shocked.

You turned your back and headed for the exit.

“Oppa!” Honey whined.

“Oppa why didn’t you stick up for me!? Why did you let her do that!” She yelled.

“Didn’t she tell you to stop?” Simon responded.

The cool night air hit you quick, you could see your breath. You tightened your jacket closer to you as you walked through the lot, wondering why you chose to wear shorts. Your clunky boots hitting the wet concrete.

“Y/N!” you heard someone call your name.

Rolling your eyes, you ignored the male voice. Keeping your pace.

But he was faster than you. You turned around to greet Simon.

“Look-” you started to say, hands in the pocket of your olive jacket, “If you think I’m going to apologize to her, I’m not. I told her to shut up. I’m sorry you got hit with the drink but I’m not sorry I did it.”

“Yah-” he started to say, “I’m not here to ask you to apologize.”

“Then why are you, Kiseok?” You demanded.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Why are you so upset?” he asked

Your jaw clenched.

“Cause I know you didn’t just do that because she was talkin’ shit.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Don’t bullshit, I know it pissed you off that she sat on me.”


“You can’t be mad at me” he said, “I told you how I felt and you didn’t say shit. I don’t look at Honey like that. But even if I did, you can’t get mad.”

Your nostrils flared.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to say you like me too.”


“Because I want you to admit it.”

“It doesn’t change anything.”

He just stood there in front of you, lips in a pout but eyes heavy with annoyance.

“You’re so stubborn.” he said.

You stared at the ground.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Just admit it.”

“FINE!” you yelled, “I like you.  I like your stupid jokes. I like when you call me baby, and when you make sure I get home safely. I literally haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you. And you know what? It did piss me off that Honey sat on your lap. But it pissed me off more, that you didn’t say anything when she was talking shit.”

He smirked.

“Happy?” you snapped at him.

“Was that hard?”

You scoffed, “I swear to god Kiseok…”

You normally weren’t this aggressive with him, maybe it was the alcohol that put you on edge but you could’ve hit him.

He licked his lips, and rolled his tongue in his cheek.

“So what you wanna do?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” you said, voice low.

“You wanna leave? You wanna go back inside?” Simon asked, pointing his thumb behind him to the club.

You hesitated for a moment, but responded.

“We can go back inside” you started to say, “But keep Honey’s drunk ass away from me… she made me waste my drink…”

“You know  she’s drunk, she’ll apologize tomorrow.”

“I don’t care, she threw something at me.”

“You threw a drink at her.” he said with a chuckle.

“She did it first!” you spat out.

Simon rolled his eyes, and licked his lips and motioned you to follow him.

You walked ahead of him, you could feel him not too far behind.

The rest of the night was spent joking about the incident. Honey had left because she was embarrassed, so the atmosphere changed. It was more relaxed. You had your fair share of drinks, enough to be tipsy but not enough to be gone. The alcohol made your lips tingle, and your cheeks flushed. Jay teased you, Gray mocked you. The night turned out to be more fun than it started out.

Simon was by your side every minute. Pulling you in closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning into him more than usual. Casually, laying your cheek against his arm when he’d be talking.

The bartender yelled out last call, you pulled away from Simon, which caused Jay to rise from his seat.

“Well, I’m outtie. I don’t know about y’all but I’mma call it a night.”

He walked away, and everybody followed. Except Simon didn’t stand up, he sat next to you. Seeing as the crew was leaving, you turned to him.

“Do you want to go?” you asked.

He was staring at you. For how long you had no clue, but when your gaze met his he didn’t turn away shyly, or break his eye contact. He confidently looked at you, with no sign of regret from being caught.

“What?” you asked.

Simon licked his lips, and reached out to your face.

His hands were warm, soft. But calloused in some spots. He palmed your cheek just for a moment. And with no hesitation, leaned in and pecked your lips softly. The kiss was quick, you almost had to ask yourself if it actually happened. He didn’t give you enough time to kiss him back, so you could memorize the way his lips felt on yours.

“Why did you do that?” you asked quietly, eyes fluttering with every word.

He sighed, and pursed his lips.

“Because I like you.”