Celebrity Imagines

Sebastian Stan (Part Four)

One Shot: He takes you out to eat and you get denied service because you're black.

Y/N POV

A few months later

You did a slow spin in front of your small mirror, inspecting your outfit for any possible flaws.

Sebastian was taking you out to eat and you didn't want to mess up or embarrass him. To the whole world it was bad enough that you were black, not that that phased him. He didn't care what anyone said about him or the both of you.

Smoothing down your dress, you tucked away a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Looking outside your window once more, you spotted Sebastian leaning against his car with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He had a shit eating grin on his face, as he stared up at you.

"How long have you been waiting?" You yelled, blushing when you heard the sound of your nosey neighbour telling you to shut up.

"A while" he grinned.

"I'm sorry I'll be down in a second" you rushed out before stepping back from your window.

You wrapped your arms around Sebastian's neck, staring deeply into his eyes as you smiled at him.

He lowered his hands to your hips, gently caressing your sides, before he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. You let out a quiet sigh as you felt his hand raise up to your chin, lifting it up slightly for him to have better access. Gingerly stepping away from him, you giggled at the sight of your lipstick on his lips.

"What's so funny?" He quirked.

"You've gotta little problem" you smiled, gently wiping away your lipstick from his lips.

"I think I'd like that problem a lot more" he added cheekily, making you lightly hit his chest.

"So where are we going Seb?" You asked.

He opened the passenger side of the door, letting you inside. Once he'd entered through the drivers side, he glanced over at you before starting the car.

"Somewhere"

"And where's that Mr. Stan?" You pouted.

"Stop doing that" he said lowly.

"Doing what?-" you replied, only to have your words hitched in your throat by his intense stare.

His hand rested on your knee, slowly rising up towards your thighs underneath your dress as he turned a corner.

You blushed deeply when his hands continued to move higher up your legs, stopping just by your lap. If he moved any higher you knew you would be a goner.

He made a left turn before continuing down the dark street, which was illuminated by the street lights.

You tried to control your racing heart beat pounding in your chest, as you felt his hands gentle caress your skin. Giving you a small squeeze, he removed his hand to your disappointment before stopping the car in front of a restaurant.

It looked expensive, something you weren't accustomed to.

"Here we are" he grinned, acting as if nothing had happened earlier on.