Imagine loving to bake and one lazy Sunday you're baking cookies while only wearing one of Bucky's shirts and a pair of panties. He comes up behind you as you're mixing and he runs his hands over your hips, hugging you from behind. He lowers his head and kisses up your neck. He stops just below your ear, licks that tender spot lightly, and whispers, "After you put those sweet treats in the oven I want you to pull down your panties, get on the counter, and let me enjoy a sweet treat of my own."
this is my jam, just sayin’