Bucky Barnes & Sebastian Stan Imagines

S.S. - friends with benefits

Summary: After filming a love interest of Bucky Barnes, you and Sebastian end up hooking up one night... or a few... But what happens when the others find out?

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I opened my eyes, the early morning sun peaking in a peach light through my window. I sighed, throwing my arm onto my forehead, looking over at the shirtless, sleeping Sebastian laying next to me. Looking at how peaceful he was, I rolled carefully onto my side to admire his features, remembering last night.

Throughout the entire cast party dinner, Sebastian and I kept taking glances at each other. We'd grown close over the course of filming Civil War, and I played Kat Myers, a girl from Romania who helped to hide Bucky who becomes more important in later movies as his love interest. There were some very tension-heavy scenes with a lot of closeness between our characters, which I think is why I mindlessly led Seb into my house without a second thought.

The second we were inside, he closed the door behind him and pressed me against it, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back, not regretting a single moment of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me off the floor. He carried to my room, laying my down on my bed with my legs still around him as he hovered over me. He kissed my jaw and down my neck, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off.

"Are you sure about this?" Sebastian asked, giving me his blue puppy dog eyes, asking for permission. I nodded.

"Yes."

"Whatcha lookin' at?" His husky morning voice snapped me out of the memory and my eyes attached to his.

"You," I answered, earning a tired smile that matched mine. Sebastian's arm hooked around my waist and he pulled me on top of him, chest to chest. "What are you looking at?"

"The most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on," Seb answered. I rolled off of him, realizing he meant this as more than just a one time thing. I wasn't sure if I was ready for a relationship just yet, especially with how my last one ended. I sat up and pulled my shirt on, adding a pair of shorts I'd left on the floor. "Y/N?"

I didn't reply. I got up from my bed and left the room. I went to the kitchen and turned on my Keurig, needing something to wake me up. Sebastian walked in a moment later in the dress pants he'd been wearing last night.

"Y/N, talk to me? What did I do?" Seb asked, thinking he did something wrong.

"What did you think about last night?" I asked, spinning around to face him.

"What?" He seemed a little confused. "I mean, it was great-"

"No, not like that," I corrected myself. "I mean, did you think of it as more than just one night?"

"Y/N-"

"No, I need to know," I told him. "Because I don't think I can do a relationship right now, Seb, and if you meant it as more than just sex, then I-"

I was interrupted by Sebastian's lips on mine. I moaned into the kiss, surprised, but I accepted it anyways. He pulled away, looking down at me. "It can be whatever you want it to be," he told me. My heart raced in my chest, and I let go of my negative thoughts as I hopped up on the counter. I kissed him again, pulling him closer as he stood between my legs. His hands were on my waist instantly, reaching to pull my top off. He kissed down to my collarbone, reaching for my shorts next as I reached for his belt buckle.

> later >

A month later, our late nights together had become a usual thing. At first, it was almost every other night, then it became nightly, then twice a day by the third week. It was like I'd formed an addiction to having sex with him, but he didn't mind. Any time I would call him, he knew almost immediately why and would come over right away.