Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes Smut

When His Body is Your Christmas Gift

"Psst, (y/n)." someone whispered in your ear, causing you to slightly stir in irritation. Who would someone dare disturb your sleep? "(Y/N), wake up." the voice insisted that you open your eyes, despite your evident want to continue your slumber. "Come on, it's Christmas Day."

You were blinded by sunlight and forced to retreat under the duvet covers to protect your eyes. 

Through your warm and plush covering, you heard a soft laugh. Someone was certainly amused by your annoyance. 

Bah humbug, you thought somewhat bitterly, snuggling into the mattress, hoping to fall back asleep immediately. 

No such luck, as the person laying beside you had other ideas. Sexy, sexy ideas. 

Your neck was peppered with kisses. Your tender skin, lightly grazed with his teeth as he gently marked you as his own. "Merry Christmas, (y/n)." the male chuckled, nuzzling at your neck.

You felt something rather suggestible brush against your leg, causing you to softly moan.

"I've got some mistletoe but it's in my pocket, wanna kiss me there?"

It was fair to say that you were fully awake now and definitely enjoying your first Christmas present.