The conversation turned uneasy, so you quickly changed the topic and retorted to a joke. "Did you know that Bucky owns a customized t-shirt that says 'I heart Y/N'?"

Steve chortled a laugh and said, "Now that I do, I'm never gonna stop teasing him about it."

"It was cute, okay?" you defended.

"Sure it was," he huffed, "Would you and Bucky like to come for dinner this weekend? Sarah misses her Uncle Bucky and to date Bucky for real you would definitely need her approval."

***

You examined yourself in the mirror as you straightened the outfit you decided to wear for dinner. You wondered whether it would impress a four-year-old.

Bucky stood behind you, fixing the collar of his shirt.

"I'm kinda nervous," you confessed.

He furrowed his brows in bewilderment, snaking his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. He whispered in your ears, sending a chill down your spine. "You look gorgeous, doll."

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. He gently rubbed his thumbs along your clothed stomach, and you felt calmer. His touch had that effect on you. His touch and presence was enough to make you feel content and for the first time in your life, you weren't scared. You weren't running away from your vulnerabilities - no, you were swimming into it. And you weren't scared of drowning because you knew Bucky was holding you.

"I love you," you breathed, "I love you so much, Buck."

Bucky extended one of his hands towards your face and gently held your chin between his fingers. Lightly, he rubbed his thumb across your lower lip before lifting your face sideways, claiming your lips with his in a tender and slow kiss. "I love you so much, doll. More than humanly possible."

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you kissed him again reverently, "Do we have time to spare?"

"We always have time," Bucky mumbled against your lips, turning you in his arms to face him.

Both of you were so eager to feel each other that you didn't even get rid of your clothes completely - just enough to feel the other. He held your hips and lifted you on and you facilitated by spreading your legs open.

Bucky didn't waste a second before diving his tongue inside your mouth, making you feel dizzy with just the intensity of the kiss. One hand in your hair, the other running up your back to hold your neck, craning your skull to give him better access to your mouth. He devoured you like you were a delicious meal that he was starving to taste.

The hand in your hair hastened towards your breast, squeezing your covered nipple enough to make you gasp into his mouth and get your core wet. He did the same with the other before his hand continued its journey towards your cunt.

Bucky didn't waste any time - quickly, he pushed your dripped panties out of his way and his fingers teased your slit before one digit made its way inside you. His mouth left yours, and he nibbled your jaw and reached the lobe of your ear before whispering, "I've barely touched you and you're already so wet for me, pretty girl."

Before you could react to his lewd words, another finger entered your willing cunt and you clenched around him. "Bucky," you breathed, your voice barely audible with the intensity of your oncoming orgasm. "Want you now, baby."

Suddenly, his digits retreated, leaving you empty, whimpering and clenching around nothing. He gave a few quick strokes to his already hard cock before plunging inside you and muffling your cries by crashing his lips with yours.

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