princess treatment
synopsis — sebastian had brought you along to a met gala, a soft launch to your new blossoming relationship.
pairing — sebastian stan x fem!reader
warnings — semi-public sex, unprotected piv (don't do it raw guys pls. this is fiction), oral (r!receiving), praise, nicknames (baby, princess, sweet girl, sweetheart), i think thats all // this also isn't super edited so.. it may not be up to par with the most amazing grammar bc apparently i'm illiterate
wc — 731
THE MET GALA had been a blur of flashing lights, champagne toasts, and whispered compliments. but none of it mattered to sebastian—not really. not when you looked like that.
your dress, sleek and black with a slit that kissed the top of your thigh, had been driving him insane all night. and the way you leaned into him on the red carpet, smiling softly as if he was your whole world? he swore he nearly proposed right then and there.
but now, tucked away in one of the quieter corners of the building—a deserted stairwell lit only by low sconces and the occasional muffled music filtering in from the gala below—he finally had you to himself.
“you know,” he murmured, crowding you gently against the cool wood-paneled wall, “you’ve been testing my patience since you stepped out of the car in that dress.”
you looked up at him with a soft smile, feigning innocence. “i haven’t done anything.”
“oh, baby,” he said, voice low and thick with want. “that’s the problem.”
he leaned in to kiss you—slow, deep, reverent. one hand cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek as if you were the most fragile, precious thing in the world. his other hand slid down your side, fingers ghosting over the slit in your dress.
“let me touch you,” he whispered against your lips. “right here. let me take care of you, princess.”
you nodded, breath hitching. “yes, please…”
that was all that he needed to hear.
sebastian dropped to his knees with a groan, hands parting your legs with quiet desperation. your dress pooled delicately at your hips as he pushed it aside, revealing your already damp panties.
“fuck,” he breathed, brushing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “you’re already so wet for me.”
his fingers hooked under the lace and tugged them aside, not even bothering to take them off. and then—his mouth was on you. soft licks at first, warm and slow, like he had all the time in the world. his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you steady as your fingers threaded through his hair, hips already starting to tremble.
“seb—fuck, someone could see—”
“no one’s coming up here,” he murmured, his voice warm and smug against your skin. “and even if they did… they’d see how good i treat my girl.”
you whimpered as he licked deeper, flattening his tongue against your clit until your knees nearly buckled. when you tugged his hair, he groaned, the sound vibrating through you.
he pulled back after a minute, lips shiny, eyes dark.
“turn around.”
you obeyed on instinct, bracing your hands on the stair railing. he lifted your dress again, pushed your panties aside once more, and pressed a kiss to your spine.
“still okay, sweet girl?”
you nodded, breathless. “just need you. please.”
that was all he needed. he freed himself from the confines of his slacks and boxers, not bothering with anything but the feel of you—warm, slick, ready.
when he slid into you, it was slow and careful, his body flush against yours as he pressed his chest to your back.
“god, you feel perfect,” he groaned into your ear. “always take me so well.”
his thrusts were measured, deep, controlled—but you could feel the restraint in every movement. his fingers gripped your hips, keeping you in place, keeping you grounded as he filled you again and again.
“you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing your hair aside to kiss your neck. “so fuckin’ good f’me.”
the sound of skin against skin, your soft gasps, and the occasional distant thump of music made it feel even more forbidden. but sebastian kept you wrapped in warmth, in praise, in love.
when you came, he was right there with you, whispering encouragements into your skin as your body trembled in his arms.
he didn’t pull out right away—just held you there, buried inside, kissing your shoulder and letting you come down gently.
eventually, he helped you turn back around, brushing your hair back, smoothing your dress.
“still think I didn’t deserve that look you gave me on the carpet?” he teased softly.
you grinned, eyes still hazy. “if you keep treating me like this, you’re gonna have to put a ring on it.”
sebastian’s smile turned boyish—adoring.
“baby,” he said, brushing a kiss to your nose, “i already picked it out.”
made this like forever ago for @voidzvx but it never got done 😭😭 enjoy seb being the freakiest softie ever
i have no clue if any of my moots like seb so.. no tags for this one 😔