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he hadn’t been home in days, so when adrian came through the front door to see you curled on the couch in nothing but a hoodie and shorts, his mind went racing and he could’ve sworn he started to salivate a little.
you didn’t think it’d escalate this far this quickly. one second, adrian had you pressed against the couch, still clad in the vigilante suit with the mask thrown off to wherever the fuck it landed— kissing you like you were his only source of oxygen. and the next, he pulled you off the couch and dragged you to the bedroom.
now you’re here, legs spread open on the bed with the hoodie pushed up to your ribs, and the beautiful face of your boyfriend buried right between your legs.
“adrian, fuck baby—“, your voice whimpered as his tongue slid over your core. it was frantic and quick, much like his mouth on any other occasion. he was savoring every damn inch of you, making sure he left no spot uncharted. he groaned against you, causing waves of vibrations. he hadn’t even bothered to put his glasses on as the desire to taste you clouded his mind. his hair was a mess from the amount of times you’d gripped at the locks, pulling him closer or giving him a swift tug. you’d made him a wreck without even touching him.
“mmm, fuck, you taste so goddamn perfect,” he babbled against you, the words muffled from how close he was to your clit. he pulled back just the slightest bit to look up at you. the shine of your slick covered his mouth and chin, and he licked his lips before speaking. “i could do this forever baby, you don’t get it. i need it.”
you tried to catch your breath as he spoke, but you lost it again as he dove back down, tongue immediately working relentlessly against you. it felt like desperation, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to savor you for as long as he could or if he wanted to devour you whole.
“please, it’s too much, adrian,” you gasped when your thighs started to shake and you tried to push his head away from you, but to no avail.
he growled at the whines of pleasure and overstimulation, determined to get as much of your release out of you as he could. his fingers pressed deeper into your hips as he pulled you down a little more, closing the gap to hook your legs over his shoulders. he shook his head as he licked, mouth locked onto you. like a dog that refused to let go of its favorite toy.
“mm-mmm, i’m not stopping.” you could feel his lips ghost over you with each word— his tone was rough and lust driven. your head sunk farther back into the pillow when his mouth connected back to your cunt, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm hit fast. your cries of pleasure were drowned out to him, all he focused on was the sweet wet clicking of your soaked core, and delicious taste of the release you offered up to him. his tongue lapped at you without skipping a beat, and you were nearly done in.
“i— i can’t, please, adrian.. baby-", both of your hands now fisted his hair, your mind trying to tug him away but your body betrayed you, with your hips trying to jerk up even more onto his mouth. a needy grown came from adrian as his hips rutted into the mattress. tasting you alone could get him off. he found just as much pleasure in the taste of your pussy as he did being sunken into it, buried to the hilt as the tight warmth clenched against his cock, holding on like your body need him more than life itself.
“yes you can. one more.. you’ll give me one more.” your thighs started quivering yet again as they tightened against his head, that familiar overwhelming sensation creeping up quick. your body arched off the bed as the climax rushed over you. now you sobbed his name, voice raw and breathless. but he didn’t stop. he couldn’t.
as yet another orgasm night ripped through, you felt your body begin to go limp. your breaths were shuddering out, and every time you tried to speak, the words came out hoarse. and adrian still clung to you— licking, sucking, and moaning against your overstimulated core like he was drunk off your taste.
and when he finally pulled away, his mouth was swollen, and his nose, lips, and chin were all glistening against the light of the room from the spit and slick he’d been devouring. his pupils were wide as he looked up at you— like you were the best meal he’d ever had, and he worshipped it for the divine taste that fulfilled him. because you were.
a soft almost missable moan escaped adrian as he licked his bottom lip. “nope, never gonna get tired of this. could spend the rest of my life right here. might just do that.”
you would’ve given him a slight laugh at that, had your body recovered from the pleasure. instead, your chest was still rising and falling in shaky breaths as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
and still, adrian kissed your inner thigh softly, inching closer and closer to your core, his nose brushing against where he loved to be most. he muttered quietly, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud:
Look at his Ffffffffucking face in all of these gifs!
He is playing Bucky Barnes, trauma victim, attempting to mimic himself as the winter soldier in the way he moves and fights while still maintaining his humanity as Bucky Barnes. He is trying SO hard to not be the winter soldier anymore. The winter soldier is a hammer, Bucky Barnes is a fighter. When he has previously played the winter soldier in his hypnotized state, the fighting style is smash everything. No thought for his own safety, no arms up to block, no self-preservation. Just hit hit hit, just aggression straight aggression. But Bucky Barnes doesn't fight that way because Bucky Barnes has a brain and strategizes, because Bucky Barnes is a sentient human being, not a machine. So here he's trying to mimic that fighting style, but he can't quite do it. He doesn't quite put all his all into every move. He's pulling his punches just a little bit because he doesn't want to kill everyone anymore, and you can see the struggle on his face during this whole fight. It's incredible! You can see every tiny bit of emotion on his face while ostensibly having zero expression. And when he's released, you see the relief in his eyes that he didn't fall into that well, and become the winter soldier again, that he didn't let it go too far but every time he has to let it out it hurts him a little bit and Sebastian Stan lets us see that pain and it is stunning.
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