One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

37th (SEBASTIAN STAN)

>Sebastian goes to the club one evening and there he meets a girl. He wanted one thing and one thing only from her but then the night had different plans for them both.

(y/h/c)- your hair color
(y/n)- your nickname (a nickname only your friends or family know)

>This will be a long fic so if you don't like long ones pls just skip :) (7530 words)

>Was listening to Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber's Stuck With U while I wrote this

WARNINGS: cursing, explicit scenes, alcoholism (if you're not into that)

AND ALSO THANKS FOR THE 2K READSSS :))

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He sighed, brushing his fingers through the strands of his hair. The glass he held on one hand was cold, due to the rusty brown-colored liquor in it, twirling the glass as the liquid went crashing softly against the inner surface of the glass.

His eyes diverted to the sea of people ahead of him as he sat on one of the leathered booths of the club he was currently at. There were people dancing, some were drunkenly canoodling all over the place, and some were busy chatting with either large group of friends or just with a few people. He spared a small glance toward his own company as well, but they were too busy being drunk to notice him, and he was too jaded and weary to give a fuck.

Sebastian had a very long day at work, given his profession, according to him, being around people was rather stressing in the long run. He wanted to calm his nerves, clear his constant running thoughts, and release the tension out of his body. And he knew just what he needed.

He let his eyes roam around, finding a certain someone who would be easy to agree to his proposition. Someone easy and rather eager to out the club, ride his car, and then maybe ride him, too.

And that's when he spotted her.

Amidst the thick crowd, people's bodies sticking like iguanas; grinding and swaying, the woman from across the space caught his attention. She sat on a high metal stool by the bar counter, alone, with her face point blank from all emotions. She wasn't frowning, no, but she wasn't too pleased either.

Just like me, he thought.

He studied her figure some more. Casually waiting to see whether she was waiting for someone, or she was with someone, but neither of those came. Her long (y/h/c) hair was set into a high and sleek ponytail, that there were no strands straying on the sides of her small diamond-shaped face. He noticed how her make-up was nicely done, but managed to still give her a natural look. Her black halter dress with a mid-thigh slit on her right leg was hugging her body very well, accentuating all the right curves her body flaunted under the dim lights. His eyes fell onto her feet, as he went hissing under his breath upon seeing her wear a pair of black d'orsay high heels.

His brows knitted close, wondering why she was alone despite being so sultry and stunning. Well, maybe because it was how the look on her face looked like she was gonna tear off anybody's face if they were to step too close to her, and the hundred yard gaze to the unknown didn't help to make her look amicable in any way.

But these only intrigued him even more. Why the hell would a woman like her be alone in this crowded room?

Sebastian crossed the room, passing by women or men dancing, their bodies brushing against his. There were a few women who linked their arms around him, but he politely declined all of it by brushing away their arms softly. Right now he had his eyes on one girl and one girl only.

His chest pounded, as he took the last remaining steps, standing across her for only a few centimeters away. He puffed his chest, the glass of his liquor still safe around his grip.