bucky barnes imagines

lxxix. CRYSTALS [smut]

Just as you laid the final crystal in the sun to dry and recharge, your wish was granted. Bucky stood in front of you, grinning cheekily for some reason. For a second, you felt oddly grateful that he was evidently having so much fun; seeing a smile on his face always made your heart race.

And then, unexpectedly, he grabbed your legs and dunked you underwater.

"Bucky!" you squealed when you resurfaced, brushing your hair out of your eyes while he laughed and immaturely splashed water at you.

At first, you were unsure of how to react; you were a little concerned that some of your crystals might've fallen into the water, plus your shirt was now soaked through. However, when you glanced over at Bucky, the look of sheer adoration on his face was enough to lift your mood. Giggling, you splashed him back, before swimming away as fast as you could. It didn't take him long to catch up with you, of course.

"Gotcha," he murmured simply, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you towards him until your back rested against his chest. You sighed, leaning into his embrace while treading water, your legs occasionally tangling with his.

The two of you stayed that way for a while, and although your heart rate had dramatically increased due to the close proximity, you felt calm in his arms – that is, until Bucky's metal hand trailed teasingly down to your thigh, tracing circles over it, giving you goosebumps. Embarrassingly, heat rushed to your core at the tiny action; suddenly, you were glad that you'd decided to wear only a very oversized t-shirt that day.

Then, you noticed that the rest of your friends were all staring intently at the two of you, evidently wondering what was going on. Clearing your throat uncomfortably, you slipped away and climbed out of the water, shaking your hair out as you headed back to the car.

It wasn't long before you heard heavy footsteps rushing up behind you. Bucky called your name just as you sat down in the backseat, but you rudely shut the door in his face – a stupid move, you realised, as he just walked around to the other side of the car and opened that door instead, sitting right next to you with a frown.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately, reaching across to place his hand over yours reassuringly. You were both dripping water all over the seats (though you were dripping in more than one way), but it didn't matter – in the sun, you'd soon dry off.

You didn't answer straight away, mostly because you didn't know exactly what was the matter. It was just a barrage of previously unexplored feelings, hitting you all at once – confusion, happiness, lust, maybe even a little love.

You plucked up the courage to glance up at Bucky, and you weren't at all surprised at the single thought that ran through your head: kiss him. Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him—

As it turned out, you didn't have to. Because he kissed you.

He was a fantastic kisser; slow and gentle, but undeniably sensual, in a way. You ran your fingers through his still damp hair, your lips breaking from his only so that you could crawl into his lap, straddling him carefully.

Of course, one thing lead to another, and soon the two of you were full on making out, while you began to grind your hips against him. Bucky groaned lowly as your clothed core rubbed along his crotch repeatedly, the movement turning him on even more, to the point where he was soon fully hard beneath you.

He paused momentarily while gripping the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission; as soon as you nodded, he pulled the material up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear.

"You're gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes roaming your body for a second, before he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. Near desperate, you clumsily leaned back to remove your panties, giggling when you almost fell and Bucky caught you. He smiled bashfully and kissed you again, more gently this time.

It was difficult for him to take off his swim shorts; being in a car and having you in his lap meant that he didn't have much space to work with, but somehow he managed it anyway. Then he let his hands rest on your hips, guiding you until he was buried to the hilt, stretching you out. He almost had to will himself not to cum on the spot – the sight was so perfect, you in his lap with swollen lips and wide eyes that soon slipped closed when he began to thrust into you.

He shifted his hips into yours at a slow but steady pace, the tip of his cock dragging against your sweet spot in a way that made your legs shake. Between moans, you leaned up to kiss him, messily but still lovingly.

"Perfect..." Bucky mumbled, when you pulled away for air. "My pretty doll. Fuck, that feels good."

You could only whimper his name in response, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He dipped his head down to kiss your neck, gently biting the exposed skin and leaving several pinkish marks developing in his wake. He didn't care that others would likely notice them; in that moment, you were his, and his only.

When you grew tired of meeting his thrusts, Bucky carefully flipped you over, so that you were laying across the backseat. The position was slightly awkward; after all, there wasn't much space to work with in the car. You didn't mind, though. You could only focus on him, the way he gazed at you through lust filled and lovesick eyes, the way he laced his fingers with yours to pin your wrists above your head.

When his pace picked up, his metal hand found its way to your neck. You'd be lying if you said that you'd never fantasised about this before, and it certainly lived up to your expectations; its touch was cool and smooth, and you let out a needy whine when the plates shifted as he squeezed your neck lightly.

"B-Bucky," you gasped, almost entirely speechless because everything about the situation was just perfect.

"Babydoll," he mumbled back, followed by a series of extremely hot, breathless moans. "Good girl... moya krasivaya devushka."

"Close," you managed to stutter out, as if he couldn't already tell by the occasional clenching of your walls around his cock, gripping him tightly and making him groan a little louder.

Upon hearing that, he doubled his efforts; the hand that wasn't around your neck moved down to rub at your clit, the added stimulation making your thighs quiver. It tipped you over the edge and you cried out as you came, pleasure igniting every fibre of your being. Bucky moved both hands to grip your hips as your release triggered his own; he brokenly sighed your name, his thrusts slowing down as you squirmed beneath him.

As you came down from your high, you lazily reached up to wrap both arms around Bucky's neck. He slowly pulled out of you, and was all but laying on top of you, but it wasn't at all uncomfortable; he was warm, and the temperature contrast of his metal arm was relaxing to you. He buried his head shyly in the crook of your neck, sighing contentedly.

"You okay?" he whispered, not entirely sure if he'd hurt you unintentionally. His heart swelled when you giggled quietly.

"I'm great," you answered, tangling your fingers in his hair a little.

"Are you sure? I, uh... I didn't know if the ch—"

"Bucky," you interrupted firmly, prompting him to finally look at you again. "I loved it. All of it."

He seemed reassured enough by your response, and managed to relax, periodically placing short kisses to your neck and collarbone. When he remained still for a little longer than usual, you glanced down and noticed that he'd fallen asleep, still smiling adorably. Initially, your mind turned to your forgotten crystals, and your friends still waiting for you both at the river. But you soon dismissed those thoughts and closed your eyes too, a rare grin on your own face.

They could wait.