Darcy/Bucky
Bucky loved his girl. She was pretty, smart, always up for a good time. But if anyone asked, he would say he loved her mouth the most.
He loved her lips- red, deep red, the color of love, of sin. And shiny, like she’d just licked them. Didn’t ever come off, either, no matter what she did with them.
Soft, plump… They looked just as good when she was sassing back at Steve as when they were wrapped his cock, swallowing him down while she looked up at him with those big blue eyes.
And her tongue- like velvet, like candy. The things she did with her tongue… He was afraid to ask where she learned half the things she did, but he sure liked reaping the benefits.
She knew, too. She always seemed to have one of those little lollipops, sucking away at it while she gave him the most innocent looks.
Yeah, Darcy’s mouth was going to kill him one of these days. There were worse ways to go.