Sebastian Stan imagines!

One night stand.

"You can't be mad cause' you slept with me, Bucky." You'd asked Bucky to stay after the team meeting, because he had been avoiding you since Tony's last party.

To put it sweetly; Drinks weren't the only thing you and Bucky smashed that night.

"Who says?" He sassed, unable to meet your gaze. "Bucky, why are you being so fucking difficult?" The two of you had been crushing on each other since you met, but this time you'd actually acted on them.

"Y/N, I didn't want to sleep with you, okay?"

"I'd believe that.." You taunted. "If you hadn't." Bucky stood this time.

"Stop it. I made a mistake, that's all this was a mistake. I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing."

"Drunk mind, sober thoughts, Barnes." You walked around to his side. "Secure Room."

The glass became tinted, and you placed a hand on the table. "Why are you lying?"

"Why do you think I'm lying?"

"Because I know you." Bucky scoffed. You grew tired of his foolishness. "Okay, so if I were to kiss you right now, you wouldn't kiss me back?"

"N-not at all," You smirked. You placed hand on the back of his neck, then ghosted your lips over his.

"James, stop fighting it." You whispered, and he immediately closed the space between the two of you. He'd lifted you slightly before leaning on the table.

Your lips stayed attached before Bucky moved to pull your shirt off. He laid you down on the table before you stopped him at the knock at the door.

"I told you it wasn't going to end a one night stand."