bucky barnes imagines

lxviii. BUBBLE BATH [smut]

A/N – Written for 1-800-GODTIER , I hope you like it. 🥺

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Bucky stood outside your room, listening to the quiet sound of your favourite song drifting through the wall. He hadn't seen you for almost the entire day and he missed you terribly – so, although he knew he shouldn't disturb your work, he gently knocked on the closed door and waited for you to call him in.

When you didn't speak, he frowned and knocked again, thinking that perhaps you hadn't heard the first time. But still, you were silent, so he opened the door himself and poked his head into the room.

Pages of notes were strewn all over your desk in an extremely unorganised mess. Empty bottles of water were piled up by your feet. Your laptop screen was black, its battery depleted. And in the middle of the chaos, you were slouched in your chair, your eyes squeezed shut.

Bucky was by your side in an instant, clutching your hand as he called your name. He sighed in relief when you opened your eyes and tilted your head to glance at him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Too much work," you whined. It was true – you'd started university that month, and the workload was already much more than you'd ever anticipated. "It's stressing me out."

"Take a break," Bucky replied, simply but firmly. "You deserve it."

You didn't protest, so he wrapped his arms around your waist and easily picked you up, smiling as he carried you into the bathroom. He turned the taps on and soon, the bath was filled with steaming water and lavender scented bubbles; he even lit a few candles, which gave the room a mellow orange glow.

"Thank you," you murmured, turning around to be met with the pleasant sight of your super soldier boyfriend stripping out of his clothes. Involuntarily, you blushed, causing him to chuckle.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," he pointed out, climbing into the tub. Hastily pulling off your own clothes, you joined him seconds later.

With no hesitation, Bucky pulled you flush against his chest, periodically pressing light kisses to the top of your head as you relaxed in his embrace. Neither of you spoke for a while – the atmosphere was peaceful, and you could almost feel your nervous tension beginning to melt away.

A blissed smile tugged at your lips when two hands, one warm and the other cool, began to knead your shoulders gently, clearing knots that you hadn't even noticed. You leaned further into his touch, letting out a soft whimper at the feeling of his fingers massaging your skin.

Bucky couldn't help himself; your tiny, needy whine was enough to make his blood rush south. He exhaled shakily, trying to quell the sparks of arousal that surged through him, his movements faltering.

You already knew what that sound had done to him – you could read him like a book. So, of course, you decided to toy with him a little. As soon as his hands began to move again, you leaned back further, pushing your body against his.

"Mm, don't stop," you practically moaned, the obvious innuendo prompting Bucky to bite down harshly on his tongue, just to focus on the pain, to focus on anything but the fact that the love of his life was pressed against him, completely exposed, making sinful little noises that he'd never get tired of hearing.

And then you were wiggling your ass against him and God, he was already hard.

"Why'd you stop?" you asked innocently, sitting up and turning around to face him, giggling as water sloshed over the edge of the tub.

Bucky couldn't answer – he was mesmerised, captivated by you. Instead, he intertwined his fingers with yours, carefully tugging you towards him to kiss you. Your lips moved in tandem, fitting perfectly together as if you were made for each other, like two halves of a heart-shaped locket that symbolised forever.

All fleeting touches and lovesick gazes, you suddenly found yourself bundled up in his arms for the second time that day as he carried you out of the bathroom, setting you down gently on the bed. Both of you were beyond caring about the soapy suds dripping onto the sheets – for now, it didn't matter in the slightest.

"You'll be the death of me, Y/N," Bucky whispered. And what a way to go, he thought, letting his hands and lips roam your body freely. It was easy to see why he'd been so popular with the ladies back in the forties; he put your pleasure first, taking his time to thoroughly admire every inch of you before eventually winding up with his head between your legs.

As always, he waited for your permission – of course, you gave it, nodding without a second thought. Smiling almost bashfully, Bucky pushed your thighs apart, starting out with tentative kitten licks to your clit, revelling in the way you instantly let your eyes drift shut with a hushed moan.

As your breathing picked up, he began to apply more pressure, dragging his tongue over your sensitive nub in a way that he knew you loved. You arched your back, your thighs tightening around his head a little, and he took the opportunity to slip a finger into you, curling it immediately to nudge against your sweet spot. The movement drew another whine from you, as you helplessly rolled your hips into him.

You soon felt the familiar coil building in your stomach, but Bucky pulled away from you, chuckling fondly when you whined desperately. He teased you somewhat, running the tip of his cock along your folds, biting his lip as his own pre-cum mixed with your slick. And then he was pushing inside you, sighing as your walls enveloped him, warm and velvety and heavenly.

Ever the gentleman, he gave you time to adjust; he was definitely well-endowed, but it never took long for the dull ache to give way to absolute bliss. As soon as you were ready, Bucky snapped his hips forward, letting out a low groan as you wrapped your legs around his waist for a better angle.

His thrusts were relatively slow and relaxed but even so, he was able to reach deep inside you, hitting every sweet spot possible. His jaw slacked at the sight before him when you reached a hand down to languidly rub at your clit, the extra stimulation enough to make your toes curl.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he sighed, "my babydoll. Feels so good."

"C-close," you stuttered out, your fingers moving faster as your climax steadily approached.

"C'mon, angel."

That was all you needed. Your orgasm sent intense waves of blissful heat through your body, your walls fluttering around Bucky, triggering his own release. His hips slowed as he emptied himself into you, lazily grinding himself against you, riding out both of your highs.

Smiling and breathless, neither of you moved for a while, simply sharing sweet afterglow kisses wrapped in each other's arms. When Bucky noticed your eyelids becoming heavy, he slowly rolled away from you, only to tuck the covers over the two of you.

Sleepily, you snuggled into his chest, your bare skin soft against his. And before long, you were already drifting into a deep sleep.

Your stress was well and truly cured.