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Hey everybody! So this is a new one I had a lot of fun with. As I was writing I got a little carried away and it went a little differently than I originally wanted it, but I ended up really liking it and I hope you do too! This is the long way of telling you the chair will return in a dirty smutty part 2. I hope you guys enjoy! Happy Monday!
Pair: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Smut, fluff, language
You had been wrapping presents all day, but the pile of gifts on the table never seemed to shrink. They were little things, candles for your coworkers, ornaments for your neighbors, baby clothes for your cousins. You hadn’t concentrated on your immediate family yet. That was for later today.
You were loosing a battle to the tape dispenser when your phone went off. A text from Seb.
Sorry, babe. We’re running a little late at the store. Do you wanna meet me down here? Then we’ll continue xmas shopping and I’ll help you wrap that pile of presents.
You smiled. It didn’t bother you too much that he was running late. You knew getting into this that he was a busy man. But he was your busy man.
That’s fine! Be down in a few.
Okay. We’re in the back, come on in when you’re here.
You left the war zone you created with the tape on the table, you really didn’t feel like tackling it now. Instead, you dressed yourself in layers upon layers and topped it off with a warm hat, thick gloves, and a long scarf.
Ready to brave the cold, you descended the stairs and headed for the subway. A short ride and a chilly walk later, you came upon the new store.
You walked in the door, taking off your hat and gloves and loosening your scarf as you walked passed the crisp suits on display. You followed the sound of clicking cameras.
You smiled and returned the seasons greetings you received from the workers and cameramen gathered around. You stood over to the side, not wanting to be in the way and smiled at Seb who was already grinning at you.
When he spun back to the camera and returned to the alluring man he always was at shoots, you took in the scene. He was wearing the new coat he was so excited about. Before this store opened in the city, he ordered it for the coming cold weather. His tight black jeans were clinging to the thighs that drove you wild and his thick hair was perfectly placed on top of his head. As always.
For the minutes left in the little photo shoot he played around with a few different positions trying to get the perfect shot. Leaning forward, leaning back, legs crossed, legs relaxed. He even spun around in the chair a bit.
That chair gave you some ideas.
“Alright, thanks a lot, guys.” Seb said with a wave once the photographers were finished and packing up their things.
He started to get up from the swivel chair to follow them out when your stuck your hand out to stop him.
After everyone left except for you and Sebastian, one on the men in a store uniform poked his head in the door. “There are some interviewers out here who would like a minute with you, Mr. Stan.”
You spoke before Seb could. “He’ll be out in a minute. We just have some things to go over. You know, client to manager.” You didn’t dare look at Seb, you knew he would make you laugh and blow your cover.
The man nodded and stepped out. You sauntered over and locked the door.
“So you’re my manager now?” He joked.
“Somebody needs to boss you around,” you said, your voice low as you floated back to him in the chair. You placed your hands on each of his thighs and kissed him softly, despite your ache for more.
He moaned in surprise and kissed you back quickly before saying, “Baby, they’re opening the store right outside.”
“Baby, I’m opening my legs right here,” you taunted him before climbing the chair to straddle his legs. You ignored the arms of it digging into your knees and kissed him again, this time letting your passion loose.
You knew he gave in to your idea when he tilted his head and his tongue snuck past your lips. His opened mouthed kisses traveled from your lips, down your jaw to your neck until he was stopped by a turtle neck sweater.
He ripped off your cardigan and threw it to the floor, and the sweater covering your neck wasn’t far behind. But when you were still hidden by a long sleeved shirt, he threw his head back in frustration.
“How many layers are you wearing!” He laughed loudly, causing you to place a finger over his lips to shush him.
“Its cold outside!” You whisper shouted. “And you’re almost there,” you giggled.
He shot you a mischievous grin and peeled off the long sleeved shirt and the tank underneath. He wasted no time with your bra.
As his lips climbed the valley of your chest you laughed at the pile of clothes on the floor.
He chuckled softly and looked up at you, his lips still attached to your chest. “They’re going to hear us, (Y/N).”
“Let ‘em,” you declared as you pulled his jacket off his strong shoulders. As the materiel hit his elbows, he got stuck. Trapped by the confinement of the back of the chair, he couldn’t pull his arms out of the sleeves.
He leaned forward and freed his hands just in time to catch you. You had leaned to the side to give him some elbow room and your knee had slipped between the seat of the chair and the arm rest. You almost landed on the floor, resulting in a squeal from you.
You missed Seb’s worried expression because your head was thrown back and giggles were erupting from you. “This was supposed to be easier!” You laughed.
Suddenly the world swirled around you as Sebastian picked you up and placed you in the chair. “There we go,” he said with a low chuckle.
He leaned forward to kiss you with so much passion, you would have thought your plan had worked perfectly instead of being the train wreck it was.
His hands slid down your body and pulled your jeans and panties down and off your legs with ease. After you ripped his shirt off he placed each of your legs over the arms of the chair.
He stepped back and took off his pants, his length throbbing and ready for you. He froze when his gaze returned to you. He took you in, all spread out for him. “I like this chair idea,” he growled, a wicked grin covering his lips, his eyes dark with lust.
You shook your head and laughed and pulled him in to you. You felt your bodies align and he filled you completely. He paused to allow your body to adjust to him. He filled the time with slow and all consuming kisses.
His pause felt like an eternity. “Please, Seb, baby, take what’s yours.”
And with that he pounded into you over and over at a deliberate pace. Both of you were careful not to be too loud. Your mouths never parted, so you gladly swallowed each other’s moans. Your whimpers were soft, his groans low, but you did nothing to quiet the sound of skin slapping against skin.
He rested his forehead on yours as his fingers gripped at the cushions of the chair. “Shit, (Y/N), I-yes.” His voice was strained and broken.
You wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck as you felt his hips stutter. Every one of his hard thrusts pulled a whisper from your lips, “Yes, yes, yes.”
He hid his moans in the crook of your neck as his hips slowed and his body shook. You held him against you and kissed every piece of skin you could reach.
After emerging from your side and planting a kiss on your lips he chuckled, “Well now we can say we’ve had sex in a chair.”
You let loose the laughter you’ve been holding in throughout the ordeal. “This was a lot sexier in my head!” you cackled and threw your head back.
Seb watched you laugh, your chest and cheeks red with a blush, your hair falling over the chair, your smile wide and pushing into your eyes and he cupped your face with his hand. “You’ve never looked sexier than you do right now.”
You rolled your eyes with a head shake and a grin and gripped his chin, pulling him to you for one last kiss. “Now, as your manager, you need to go do some interviews.”
“About that, I don’t think it’s very professional to be in love with my manager so… you’re fired.”
Your jaw dropped in surprise and you smacked his chest before he gathered the clothes on the floor.
After the two of you had cleaned up and layered up, you followed him to the door. He was about to the turn the knob when you shouted, “Wait!”
He turned around, a worried expression on his face. You jogged over to him with a face that said eeeeeek and you smoothed his thick hair from sticking up straight. “That may have been my fault.”
“Ya know, I work on my hair a long time, and you hit it,” he mocked.
“Okay, John Travolta. Get out there and do your interviews,” you said as you shoved him out the door.
With the cameras flashing he turned to you and pecked your lips. “And then we’re going Christmas shopping until the stores kick us out.”
Noel Gallagher Who wins? Noel Are u serious?? Absolutely do not fight Noel Gallagher under any circumstances?? The man is 5′8″ but do nt be fooled he will d e s t r o y you
Johnny Marr Who wins? Johnny I mean sure, u look at those matchstick legs and think “I could take this punk!” YOU ARE WRONG. NO ONE CAN TAKE JOHNNY MARR. Also, consider this; if you fight Johnny Marr, I will fight you
Ian Curtis Who wins? Nobody Oh my gosh don’t??? don’t fight Ian what kind of monster are you??
Shaun Ryder and Bez Who wins? They do Yeah you should probably fight them I mean. Bez once lived in a cave in Morocco for two weeks and another time they kidnapped Johnny Marr so you won’t win but it’ll be a good laugh. Do it. Fight the Happy Mondays.
Peter Hook Who wins? Hooky lbr here have you seen those arms You should definitely fight Hook. You will lose but you should absolutely do it please get in at least one good punch to the face
Jarvis Cocker Who wins? You Have you seen Jarvis? He has a 29" waist, you could snap him like a twig and he won’t even fight back, he’d probably just swoon dramatically or throw a glass of wine at you
Lee Mavers Who wins? Lee Lee Mavers is the only man on earth that Noel Gallagher is afraid of. Avoid confrontation by asking him about how we have to harvest music in the cosmic net
Alex Turner Who wins? You Have you seen this nerd? I doubt he’s ever won a fight in his entire life. Easy pickings
Ian McCulloch Who wins? You What would posses you to fight Ian McCulloch who could be evil enough to hurt this child. Kiss him instead and you will emerge the winner
Mile Kane Who wins? Miles I dunno man Miles looks like the kind of guy who’d win a fight like this I mean. If you wanna go there I mean ok but you’re on your own and i’m not responsible for what happens
Bernard Sumner Who wins? Nobody Bernard Sumner has the least punchable face on the planet. Why would you do this to yourself, why would you force yourself to relive in perfect detail for the rest of your life the awful moment when you struck his perfect cherubic features. Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t fight Barney.
Liam Gallagher Who wins? Liam. Why is this even a question I would advise you to avoid fighting Liam if you possibly can, but I realise that it’s inevitable and inexorable. Someday you will have to fight him, and on that day you will lose. Just accept it, it’s easier
Stephen Morris Who wins? Stephen Stephen is the wild card here. Deceptively peaceful looking, you might think you can beat him but. The man collects TANKS. HE WILL RUN YOU OVER. AVOID AT ALL COSTS.
Who wins? No one remembers DO IT. FIGHT EVERYONE IN THE HACIENDA. IT’LL BE AMAZING. NO ONE WILL REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED ANYWAY.
Gillian Gilbert Who wins? Gillian Don’t be ridiculous. Why would you even consider fighting Gillian she is perfect.
Mike Joyce and Andy Rourke Who wins? You Yeah you… you could probably beat Mike Joyce but. Do you want to? The same goes for Andy I mean. Don’t be an asshole man why would you do that
Ian Brown Who wins? Ian I mean you could fight Ian but?? why?? Where Angels play, etc etc. besides, Mani is terrifying, why would you risk Mani’s wrath. Look into those eyes and tell me you would fight Mani. That’s what I thought.
Morrissey Who wins? Everybody Please. Please fight Morrissey oh my gosh just do it please please fight him. You can’t lose, if you fight Morrissey it will be a win for humanity. Fight Morrissey. Fight Morrissey with everything you’ve got, and maybe someday, we will know peace.
Summary: For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.
Sleep won’t take you, so you find yourself tossing, turning and groaning. Staring at the ceiling, your mind recalls the earlier events.
“My mother…she….” Jin swallows. “She has cancer.”
“What?” You scrunch your brows. Though you didn’t know Mrs.Kim well - you did care. She was sweet, kind, someone who adored you and someone who treated you well.
Jin sighs deeply, a sob threatening his voice and you can only look on with the deepest sympathy. “It’s still early and we might be able to cure it. But she doesn’t want to go under therapy.” He pauses, swallowing hard. “At best, doctors say she has about 2 years.”
“I’m sorry. Please send my condolences.”
“Thank you.” He manages a small smile on his lips. “But I came here to ask you for a…favour.”
You raise your brows. “You want to marry me?”
He nibbles on his lower lip and you have to divert your eyes elsewhere. “Yes.”
My day hasn’t started off great today. I couldn’t really get any good sleep last night, which resulted in me feeling tired today. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I still made it to work on time. Honestly, I should get a trophy for this. Coming into work when I could and should easily be comatose in my bed right now. This cannot be my life right now! Mondays are the worst. Hope you guys are doing well today!
What’s better than waking up on a Monday morning and realize that you don’t have school on that day?
I’m enjoying a day off today: writing up macro economics notes for my finals on mid-May, and printed out some stuff to help me organize through my finals week! [I will link it right here if you guys are interested in these printables]
It’s Sunday on my end. I’m just relaxing and taking this time to recharge and prepare for Monday. I hope you guys are prepared for this week. No matter how you recharge, I hope this week is gentle to you all. Happy recharging!!