Random One Shots

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134. Sebastian Stan 3

~Sebastian crossed his arms, sizing up what he could only call competition. Nothing pissed him off more than seeing other guys hit on you, whether it be in life or on film. Deep down, he knew that these other guys were no threat to him, but he couldn’t help it. You were an undeniably beautiful girl… Everyone’s favorite obsession. Sometimes he thought things were getting out of control in his head. He couldn’t watch any scene where you kissed another man anymore. Just pissed him off, made him want to fuck someone up. Half the time, the littlest physical contact would set him off: hugs, handshakes, someone putting their arm around you for pictures... He’d tried to block the feelings with reassurance. I know she loves me. Not him. Me. He's nothing to her. But it didn’t always help him.
Sebastian reached for his iPod, adjusting the volume to drown out his obsessive thoughts. His long, lean legs kept at a constant motion, propelling him through the park on his morning run. It was his third lap around, and he still couldn’t focus. His eyes drifted over to the bench where you sat, thumbing through a new script. A small grin found his lips as he gave you a good once-over. Your knees were pulled up towards your chest, with the script resting on your thighs, and a large cup of coffee in your hand. His sunglasses covered your eyes. His. No one else’s. His. The baseball cap seated over your ponytail was his too.
But Sebastian’s blood ran cold as he saw a man sit next to you on the bench. The man started talking to you animatedly, using a lot of hand gestures. You smiled politely, acknowledging his attempts at conversation, though you knew it was just another rouse to hit on you. It happened so much since you’d started acting, much to Sebastian’s dismay. A familiar heat flared up in the pit of Sebastian's stomach, and he just about lost it then and there.
His anger fueled his legs, pushing him harder to get to you. He slowed to a brisk walk once he was close enough to hear the man talking.
“You know, if you’re free, I’d love to take you out for drinks sometime…” He heard the man’s voice trailing off hopefully. The man reached over, setting his palm on your knee. His fingers moved back towards your thigh as you shook your head, reaching to push his hand away, trying to say something, but Sebastian interrupted.
“How about you get your hand off my girlfriend, and I won’t fucking break it,” he hissed through clenched teeth. You looked up at him, he was seething. Positively irate, and his hands were clenched tightly into fists. Sebastian’s chest was heaving slightly, and he pushed his shoulders back, staring down the man next to you.
The man’s hand slid slowly off your leg, intentionally taking his time. He stood up, taking a few steps towards Sebastian. Seb crossed his arms. Your brows furrowed as you stuffed the script back in your bag, tossing you empty cup in the trash. You stood, approaching Sebastian’s side, and placed your hand on his back.
“Seb, let’s just go…” you muttered. His arm automatically found its way to your waist, gripping your hip possessively.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I think he owes you an apology.” You’d never seen this fire in his eyes before, and honestly, it was kind of a turn on. But still, you shook your head again, tugged his shirt. He looked at you with what could only be described as pure resentment for this other guy. Finally, after a few seconds of looking at you, his face softened, but his grip remained tight. He took the hint, and grabbed your bag for you off the bench. Sebastian spun on his heel and walked away, pulling you with him, but not before shooting a murderous glare over his shoulder. He leaned down, kissing the top of your head.
Sebastian slammed the door to his apartment behind him. You gave him an aggravated look. He took only one glance at you, and knew exactly what you were thinking.
"Seriously, Seb? This has got to stop."
“You’re too fucking beautiful, you know that? They can’t help themselves. They all want a taste, and I can’t fucking stand it.” His voice was dark. His fingers ran through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. You crossed your arms, maintaining eye contact. The tension in the air was too thick to ignore, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
The pair of you stared each other down for a moment, before Sebastian crossed the room in only a few short strides, pinning you against the wall. One of his hands came to rest on your cheek, while the other snaked its way down to your hip again. His lips found yours aggressively, working in a slow but desperate pattern. Nipping at your lower lip, he pressed his entire body into yours. You reacted exactly how he wanted you to, by pushing your lips up into his harder. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you couldn’t help but tug on it. His lips didn’t leave yours.
He growled your name in a hushed tone. “Bedroom. Now."
"Seb, I-"
"No excuses. Now."

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