Sebastian Stan The Apparition

Sebastian Stan ∞ The Apparition

hands

bonus:

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier + eyes

okay but this– this was so 😩

(this hot ass fuck gif is by the amazing @buckybarnesj from this set)

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

a/n: did this gif inspire this small drabble? yes. but can you blame me? this is named after an anthony ramos song, because as of right now his entire album is inspiring me to write things. hopefully you enjoy this random thot i'm chucking into the void before I sleep. there's tons of bucky stuff on the way so prepare for that.

not edited or beta read so there's mistakes.

summary: twenty minutes was all you had, so you were going to do what could to show your husband how much you loved him.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS GO AWAY YOU'RE NOT WELCOME, cussing as always, oral (male receiving), slight face fucking if you squint (not really), masturbation, cock worship, teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism if you really really squint, a fluffy ending. let me know if i missed anything!

You weren’t sure what managed to happen for you to end up in this situation, but you were far from complaining. Not with the way he looked above you, eyes shut tight = unable to handle the sight of you. Sin dressed in all black that had you salivating the second he walked out of the room - his glare lessening at the sight of you in a dress.

Sharon gave you twenty minutes to rest before joining downstairs. Twenty minutes to do what you wanted before you had to inevitably return back to the job, and as you watched him make himself comfortable on the couch you realize - twenty minutes was all you needed. Three weeks you’d been without him, attempting to help where you could around the world and now that you were back to help him it had been painful to keep your hands to yourself.

Three weeks.

Far too long to go without showing him how much you loved him. How much you missed his voice, his touch, every little detail about this man. You thanked the universe for making sure luck was on your side, because as soon as the room emptied you were walking towards him. Watching as he fiddled with his hands - eyes glancing around the room.

“Something wrong?” you asked, drawing his attention back your way - the quick flash of his smile already causing your stomach to clench in need.

“I don’t like new places.”

That you knew to be a fact; memories of him antsy in every new place you went to came back, and you realized why he wanted to go home already. He knew his home. Knew the ins and outs - where the exits and entrances were - in his home, and that created a safe place for him.

He didn’t know this place.

“Bucky.” Dropping onto the couch beside him you took his hand in yours, running your thumb along his wrist to help slow his heartbeat. Something you knew would be racing at a time like this. “If it helps I’m here and don’t plan on going anywhere.”

Another smile brought your own out. “Always helps, baby.”

The pause between you lasted several minutes, drawn out by the way he stared at you. An unreadable expression on his face that had you ready to ask what he was thinking about. What went on in that mind of his. Except you didn’t want to break the silence; peaceful in all it’s anxiety-filled seconds, because it gave you two time to yourselves. No noise of people coming after the both of you, no need to rush downstairs. Just the two of you at last.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, tugging you closer by your wrist until you were practically stretched across his lap.

Twenty minutes. That’s all you had and it seemed he understood that as much as you, because his hands immediately went for the straps of your dress. Yanking them down, his lips collided with yours in a kiss you felt down to the very tips of your toes. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers tugged on your nipple, hands digging into the lapels of his suit jacket to keep yourself steady. The feeling of your stomach twisting in pleasure was enough to have you remain in place. Desperate for anything he’d give you.

You wouldn’t last for that long - that you knew for sure, and he knew it as well. If the way you grinded on his leg let him know how you felt.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered, chest heaving from the way the kiss left him breathless.

“Later.” For three weeks all you could imagine was seeing him a certain way and you wouldn’t turn that down now. Not when you had a limited amount of time to do anything.

“What do you mean later?” he asked, trying to pull up the skirt of your dress. “Please.”

You shook your head, sliding off his lap and falling to your knees before you, hands already reaching for the button on his jeans. The realization of later finally dawned on him and his mouth dropped open, hips rising as you began to tug on his pants. When you finally returned to the warmth of your home, you’d give into the urge to let him take you however he wanted, but now you’d give him this.

Give yourself the sight of him falling apart before your very eyes.

“You don’t have to,” he said, eyes unable to stay on a single part of you; flashing between your bare exposed chest or your eyes.

“I want to James.”

Going down on him had always been a challenge, something you had to be stubborn about, because knowing Bucky he would do anything to return the favor instead. He would take over faster than you expected and suddenly it was you writhing in pleasure unable to say anything but his name. A feat that he mastered perfectly.

“Baby-” he started, the argument on the tip of his tongue.

Glancing up you let out a breath, hands falling away from his jeans in defeat. “Do you not want me to? It’s okay if you don’t.”

Twenty minutes had turned into ten minutes and you began to tug the top of your dress back up. There wasn’t much you could do in ten minutes, but you were okay with that. If there’s one thing you refused to do it was make him do anything he felt uncomfortable doing. Smiling up at him you kissed the palm of his hand, shifting to stand up and rejoin him on the couch.

Except his hand tugged you back to where you were, a new look in his eyes. One you knew extremely well; one you ached to see. He cupped your jaw quickly, thumb pressing against the seam of your lips to part them. Without question you took it into your mouth, sucking on it well enough to have him shifting where he sat, his own mouth parting slightly at the sight.

“Well,” he said, voice dropping the longer you swirled your tongue around his thumb. “What are you waiting for, pretty girl?”

“Are you sure?”

His lips curved into a smile as he began to pull himself out of his pants, hand pumping his own length slowly enough to entice you. Bucky liked to be stubborn about his own pleasure, but seeing you disappointed because you couldn’t give him something was what changed his mind. You came first, before him, before anyone and Bucky found himself unable to control the way his body reacted to that look in your eyes.

One he had been dreaming about for three weeks.

He turned his head quickly to check for people, more for your sake than his. Something that had become a routine when things like this happened; more often than either of you could control. With him staying home and you being on the run to help people you stole the time that had been allotted to you. Making the most out of every moment.

Even if it was ten minutes on a couch in the middle of Sharon’s place.

“Ten minutes,” he said, smiling at your eagerness. His heart was ready to burst from how much he loved you and he hoped you harbored the same emotions.

You winked at him, moving his hands out of the way and taking the tip of him into your mouth quickly, rendering him a mess already. He hissed in pleasure, his hands digging into the fabric of the cough beside him so as not to force your head down all the way. Ten minutes only gave you so much time to make him finish, but you’d take your time whilst doing it.

He watched, enraptured as you raised your head enough to let spit fall onto his cock, slicking him as you pumped your hand. What the fuck he did to deserve you he had no idea, but he was thanking the universe for sending him your way. Licking at the tip you moan at the taste of him, unable to deny the way your body beared down on nothing. You could feel your clit throb when you took him back into your mouth, sinking down as slowly as possible until your nose was nearly pressed against the base of him.

“Oh - fuck!” he shouted, digging his teeth into the fist of his flesh hand, fighting the urge to thrust upwards.

Only you wanted that. Wanted him to use you however he wished and so you tapped his thigh, breathing steadily through your nose.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he panted out, guiding your head lightly. Placing just enough pressure to keep you in place as he began to slowly fuck your throat.

You were ready to explode, unable to stop yourself from slipping your hand under the skirt of your dress to put pressure on your clit. The taste of him, the sound of him, all of it drove you to the very edge on its own and you could barely contain your arousal. You didn’t want to contain it. Running your along the underside of his cock you pulled off to breathe, catching the fucked out look on his face before moving lower and licking lightly at his balls.

“Babe,” he gasped, head falling against the couch.

“You taste so good.” A moan spilled from your lips as you pushed two fingers into yourself just to satiate the desire to be filled by this man. Right now wasn’t about you; this was his pleasure and you were more than happy to give it to him.

“I’m - shit-” His chin pressed to his chest, watching as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, laving your tongue over it. “-‘m not going to last long.”

Neither were you if you were being honest. You were right there - waiting for him to fall off the edge with you.

“Cum for me James.” Sucking on the tip you sunk down once more until he pushed against your throat, and you grabbed his hand to press against the back of your head.

It wouldn’t take long and you were certain time was running out fast. Who knows when someone would come check on the both of you - the thought of it exhilarating enough to have you clenching around your fingers. He needed to cum - now - because you could feel your release building up within you. Threatening to be all consuming.

Swallowing around him you used your other hand to toy with his balls, feeling his thighs shake beneath you as he finally gave into his orgasm. A cry of your name echoed off the walls, his head falling back quickly, only to snap towards you at the sound of your moan. He shuddered beneath you when he caught sight of your hand moving quickly as you attempted to prolong your release, even as you swallowed him down.

“I love you,” he breathed out, awe clear on his face at watching you pull off and gasp for air.

You were positive that you looked messy; your lips slick with spit and his cum, your fingers soaked in your own release. It didn’t matter, because he was dragging you up into his lap within seconds, sliding your wet fingers into his own mouth, groaning at the taste of you. Something he had missed while you were gone. Bucky had half a mind to spread you on the floor as he dined on his dessert for the night - a meal sitting before him.

Letting out a giggle you pulled the strap of your dress back up your shoulder, securing it quickly and beginning to wipe at your lips, trying to seem at least semi-presentable before someone barged in. Bucky did the same, tucking himself back into his pants, yanking you closer for a kiss that had you sagging into his chest.

“I love you more,” you whispered, pushing your nose against his.

He smiled. “Impossible.”

“Oh it’s very possible Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh is it now Mrs. Barnes?” he asked, cupping your chin and running his thumb along your bottom lip - cleaning up what you missed.

Right on cue the door slammed open to reveal Sam and Sharon deep in conversation. His outfit had been changed to a turtleneck and leather jacket and you wondered how Sharon knew you were coming to have clothes in everyone’s size ready to go. She stopped in place at the sight of you straddling Bucky’s lap, his metal hand gripping your thigh.

“On my couch? Are you serious?” she exclaimed. “We were gone for ten minutes.”

Apparently it had taken less time than you originally thought. Smiling you buried your face into Bucky’s neck, hearing him say the one word that would definitely get you banned from ever returning to Sharon’s place.

“Oops,” he said, earning a laugh from Sam.

“Fuck you Barnes,” Sharon sighed, pouring herself a drink.

You were content to remain right where you were, the feeling of his hand running down your back as you breathed him in. A moment that was rare with the life you two led, but perfect all the same.

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SEBASTIAN STAN in CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER, (2011). Dir. by Joe Johnston.