Sand, Sun, and Sex (Bucky x Female!Reader)
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Bucky doesn't think he'll enjoy the beach, then he sees your bikini.
Genre(s): Smut, Fluff
Warnings: Semi-Public sex, mentions of beer, Bucky being a grumpy old man
Word Count: 2.4K
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You had insisted that a day at the beach together would be fun, you brought some of Bucky’s favourite beers, plenty of snacks to keep the both of you from going hungry, and some cash in case you wanted to get some ice cream from one of those stands on the boardwalk. However, Bucky was still being a grump.
“How much further?” He asked as you trudged through the sand together.
“Come on, Buck, you’re way stronger than me, you can handle carrying the umbrella,” you replied, moving away from the more crowded section of the beach. It was a nice day, so you weren’t surprised when it was busy.
“Alright, grump, here should be fine,” you said, placing down the bags and the cooler that you had brought as you watched Bucky set up the umbrella that you had rented for the day. You lay out your towels beneath it and set stones you found nearby on the corners to keep them from blowing away in any winds that would blow by.
“I feel like sand is going to be in my arm forever,” Bucky grumbled as he sat on his towel and looked around at the sand, almost glaring at it, daring it to come anywhere near his prosthetic. You simply rolled your eyes.
“And the sun is so hot, peach, I don’t want you to burn,” Bucky added on his lame reasoning for his complaints, but you never got sunburn. As he spoke he looked up at you as you rummaged through the cooler for something to drink, settling on a coke since it was still early in the day.
“Bucky, if you’re going to keep complaining, I’ll send you home and stay here myself,” you warned him as you unbuttoned your shorts and let them fall down your legs. As you stepped out of them, you pulled your t-shirt off over your head to reveal the bikini you had put on before you left. And there was silence from the grumpy old man.
“See? Not so hard to…” you turned and found his eyes had darkened, a look you had seen many times before, it was one that made your head spin and your knees weak without him even having to utter a word. You hadn’t even gone swimming and you were already wet.
Bucky had seen women in swimsuits before, but this was something else. This was his gal in a tight two-piece held together by ties on the sides and around your neck. God he wanted to pull those off with his teeth and fuck you on this towel, but he knew that he couldn’t.
“You look good, doll,” he said, his tongue darting out over his lower lips, adding a slight shine to them beneath the glow of the midday sun, it made you want to take it between your teeth and see how he reacted.
You turned around again as you felt your cheeks heat up, and not just because of the blazing sun. “You want a beer?”
“Sure, doll,” Bucky replied, watching your ass as you bent over to pick one up out of the cooler. You should have knelt down a bit to get it, but you knew what you were doing to Bucky. And Bucky knew that you knew, he loved your teasing sometimes.
“There you go, Sarge,” you hummed, plopping down on your towel next to him and handing him the beer.
God, that nickname. You knew that calling him ‘sergeant’ during sex set him off, so you really were just being a tease. You sipped your coke, letting the cool drink relax you. Then you made a little hole in the sand to nestle the bottle into so it wouldn’t fall over and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from a bag, rolling onto your stomach.
“Can you get my back for me?” you asked, looking over at him and holding out the bottle.
He nodded and stripped off his shirt, getting a bit hot from wearing the dark colour in the day’s heat, and taking the bottle. Now just in his boxers he moved over you, his legs on either side of you as he rested a bit of his weight on your ass, making you giggle.
His fingers made quick work of the tie that kept the back of your bathing suit together, moving the strings out of his way. He muttered a quick warning about it being cold before he squeezed the bottle and let some of the sunscreen fall onto the skin of your back.
His mind couldn’t help wandering, imagining that it was something else on your smooth skin. With a smirk, he leaned forwards and ran his hands across your back to rub in the sunscreen, his hands also doing your sides, and his fingers skimmed across the sides of your breasts which made you suck in a breath and close your eyes. You enjoyed the feeling of his hands on you, his flesh hand warm from the sun and his metal hand cold from the cooling system built into it.
“Want to go for a swim after we finish our drinks?” You suggested as Bucky tied the strings of your bathing suit back together and you propped yourself up on your elbows. He only gave a nod in response.
You rolled back onto your back as he sat on his towel and took out his book to try to distract himself. You had also brought a book so the two of you sat in silence for a while, sipping your drinks and reading. But you couldn’t get through the paragraph, you would try and then your mind would wander back over to shirtless Bucky next to you. Bucky was having the exact same problem, only flipping pages occasionally to make it seem like he was reading when his thoughts were filled with all of the things he wanted to do to you. Your voice broke him out of his trance.
“Ready to go for a swim?” You asked him, setting your book down.
He chugged the remainder of his beer and stood. “Yup,” he said.
You cleaned up your stuff a bit before you both stood. Bucky picked you up bridal style and you squealed as he ran into the water, he didn’t even seem to flinch but the waves felt cold in comparison to the warmth of the sun as they splashed against your stomach.
“Bucky!” You squealed as he squirmed. His eyes weren’t even on where you were going, they were solely on your body, watching you as you squirmed. It made your cheeks feel hot, and not just your cheeks either.
He brought you deep into the water so that it was up to his shoulders, so you decided to wrap your legs around his waist and his arms around his neck as he tried to put you down. He smiled and pressed a kiss onto your lips which you happily returned, then you felt the pads of his flesh fingers running up your leg and fiddling with the strings that held your bikini bottoms on.
“Hey, watch the fingers, Buck,” you murmured, breaking the kiss but not moving away, your lips brushing against his with every word and it was driving him crazy.
“I know exactly what I’m doing with my fingers, do you have any idea how good you look in that swimsuit?” He replied, his voice soft and seeming to drop an octave which made your brain malfunction for a second.
“I don’t wanna get some kind of weird fish infection,” you mumbled weakly, though you were seconds away from letting Bucky do whatever the hell he wanted to you.
His hand was removed from where the string was and you almost let out a whine of disappointment. Instead his hands cupped your ass as he looked around. He spotted something behind you and a smirk came across his devilishly handsome face.
He started to walk through the water as normally as if he were walking on land, you twisted in his arms and saw he was leading you over to a formation of rocks. He passed by it and suddenly you were blocked from the sight of the beach. He picked you up and placed you on one of the rocks, the water was more shallow here, only reaching to about his knees now, but you couldn’t touch it, it was like he had set you on a table.
“Buck, we can’t keep an eye on our stuff from over…” your words were cut off with a gasp.
He had placed both hands on either side of you on the rock and leaned down, grabbing the string of your bottoms with his teeth and pulling until they fell off of you. He caught them before they could float away and shoved them into his pocket.
“Gonna have to keep quiet for me doll,” he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive core, making you even more wet.
You merely whined and nodded, eyes wide as you watched him press kisses onto your thigh, trailing towards your aching pussy, already dripping wet from him and not from the ocean.
“Use your words, pretty girl, are you going to be quiet for me?” he murmured, lips brushing against your pussy but not enough to satisfy you.
“Yes, sir,” you nodded, knowing it would be nearly impossible with the skills Bucky possessed.
He smirked. “Good girl.”
He dove into you, his tongue running up your slit a few times to taste your wetness before plunging into your hole. The only thing you could do in response to his magnificent assault was let out pathetic little whines, knowing to keep your legs open for him.
Suddenly, his tongue was being removed and two of his fingers were pushing into you, his tongue moving instead to work over your clit. Your body reacted immediately, you set one hand behind you to steady yourself as you leaned back, with your other you tangled your fingers into his dark hair. Before your legs threatened to close you felt a cold metal hand on the inside of your thigh, making you sigh in almost relief.
His fingers curved inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot which made you moan out loudly. He sent you a glare and, much to your dismay, removed his lips from around your clit. “Quiet, baby, or you won’t get to cum,” he warned.
You nodded weakly and pulled on his hair to direct him back to your clit, he chuckled and returned dutifully, his fingers moving inside of you as he worshipped your clit. Soon your hips were bucking against his face and you were letting out little whines and moans of pleasepleasepleaseplease before you bit down on your lip and moaned as quietly as you could, cumming for him, squeezing his fingers and rocking your hips against his face.
He worked you through it before pulling back and admiring how you looked, your chest heaving as you came down from your high. There was only one problem. He reached up and undid your bathing suit top, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere onto the rock, be would get it later.
“You’re so pretty, doll,” he murmured, his hands raising to cup your breasts, playing with them as his lips captured yours in a hungry kiss. Then suddenly he pulled away and climbed up onto the rock with you, laying you down. You were glad the rock was smooth, it wasn’t the most comfortable, but for Bucky you didn’t mind at all.
“Ready to take my cock, baby?” He asked with a smirk, getting between your legs which you spread for him.
You nodded eagerly. “I need you, sergeant,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at you with innocence you couldn’t possibly possess.
He immediately leant down and kissed you, pushing into you with a thrust that made your body jolt, he was big, and thick, it normally took you a second to adjust to him but he wasn’t waiting, being called sergeant always made him go feral for you.
You moaned, arching your back off of the rocks beneath you as he thrust into you with a pace only a super soldier could achieve. You were still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening.
His lips broke off from yours and trailed down your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on the skin, occasionally running his teeth over an area and then soothing it with his tongue. You knew the skin would be littered with hickies but you didn’t care. Your brain was too foggy to even think about anything other than how good he was fucking you.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” you announced in a breathless voice.
Bucky smirked and brought a hand to your breast to play with your nipple, pinching and rolling the bud between his fingers. You cried out and came all over his thick cock, but he didn’t let up the pace at all.
“That’s right princess, take it, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured against your neck. The harshness of his thrusts and his assault on your tits compared to the sweet words he whispered into your ear was giving you whiplash.
“You’re so pretty for me, ‘specially when you cum, so I need you to do it one more time. Be a good girl, can you do that?” He asked, squeezing your breast to punctuate his question.
You nodded, taking a moment to try to compose yourself enough to give a response. “Y-Yes, Sergeant,” you agreed, letting your head rest on the rock as his lips continued to travel over your hand.
His lips weren’t the only things travelling, the hand previously on your breast was travelling down your torso and he started to rub quick, tight circles around your clit, making you cry out. Neither of you cared anymore how loud you were.
“God you even sound so pretty for me, peach, you’re such a good girl for me,” Bucky praised, speeding up his thrusts as they became erratic.
You whined and bucked up your hips as your third orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your legs shaking. Bucky buried himself deep inside of you and came as well, moaning against your neck.
You both rode out your highs, you were completely out of breath but Bucky hadn’t even broken a sweat, just staring at you with a grin as he took in your form, dripping with a mixture of water from the ocean and sweat. He kissed your forehead, and while you were too blissed out to speak, he wasn’t.
“We should come to the beach more often.”
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