Word Count: 1169
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Christmas, Dirty Santa, Sexy Husband, Smut, Smutty Smut Smut!
“C’mon, baby! Time to sit on Santa’s lap!” You exclaimed, pulling your four year old son along. The mall’s Santa looked extremely realistic this year and your son lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Santa!” He babbled over and over again, making grabby hands toward the man’s face. Bucky chuckled deeply behind you.
You grinned and nodded, “Gotta be nice, okay? You can’t pull Santa’s beard like you do your daddy’s.”
Santa was quick to pull your son onto his lap before he could run away. When he looked up at you, his mouth seemed to drop slightly. He cleared his throat, and in a low tone he asked, “Would Mommy like to sit on my other leg?”
Your brows furrowed.