The Winter Highlander || Bucky x Reader

Part 12

You couldn't help but fall. Fall for the way Bucky thrusted into you so deeply, but wonderfully slow; his hips meeting your ass every time as he buried himself inside of you while the shower kept running; bathing you in steam and sweat and want. His left hand rested on your neck, making your head go wonderfully fuzzy with the feel of your body against his, his right snaked around your waist to find its way between your thighs. Your legs felt like the most unsolid things in the world as Bucky picked up the pace. His breath felt hot in your ear as he groaned.

"You are so- fucking- perfect," he groaned, his words interrupted by heavy thrusts that had your knees go weak at the way you felt your mind blank out; the feeling of him inside you and his fingertips flicking your clit in light but rapid motions, leaving your mouth agape as you couldn't help but grab onto the shower wall to keep yourself from falling apart. You squeaked as you felt your legs were ready to give in, feeling Bucky's hand leave your neck, only to wrap his arm tightly around your waist to keep him from falling.

"You can take it doll," was all he husked in your ear before you felt yourself coming apart in so many ways; your walls tightening around his cock so beautifully that he could do nothing but swear as he felt himself release inside of you. You felt any control over your body disappear in glorious waves, feeling certain this was the only high people should be chasing in life.

Bucky wished he was able to put into words how it felt to be able to feel and love you like this but he felt certain that there were no such words in the English language to do so. So, he kissed you instead. He kissed the skin of your neck while you still gasped for air; kissed your shoulders; your chin; your mouth. He revelled in the taste of your lips; tasting of wine, ice cream and your own arousal which you had tasted on his fingers only minutes before. If anyone had asked him then and there, it would have been the only taste he would have ever wanted on his tongue for the rest of his life.

You smiled softly as you felt Bucky's hands on your hips, moving you around to face him as he pulled you back under the shower beam, lacing his arms around your body while he continued kissing your lips so carefully; like he was trying to make sure you were real.

When, ultimately, the two of you had stumbled out of the shower in a heap of laughter, blankets, and kisses, Bucky threw you onto the bed before he returned carrying an offensive amount of food, a bottle of wine and his laptop. You smiled as he allowed you to choose what to watch, only later realizing he was mostly content with watching you smile and laugh at all of the jokes you knew were coming before they actually happened. He watched you for a little while longer after you fell asleep, only giving in after half an hour of watching you curled up in the blankets- stilling immediately when you flipped over to lay your head on his chest. He smiled a little, laid his arm around your waist, and kissed your forehead before he, too, nodded off- images of you still playing in his mind.

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You found yourself in a large spacious reception room, stroking the fabric of your white dress delicately. It felt unreal; wearing this gorgeous dress you had moved heaven and earth to wear. To fit into it seamlessly. When you looked in the mirror you felt all the relentless training sessions and early morning runs had been worth it; a hundred times over. Oliver had always supported you in everything you did; took care that you never overworked yourself and got the best of the best.

You had never felt so nervous in your life. But you supposed all brides felt like this when they were about to walk down the aisle. You smiled softly at your father as he offered you his arm; his eyes scanning your face for any doubts before he walked you through those large double doors which were opened wide for the two of you to enter.

The aisle was so wide; it would have fit the two of you three times over. The large hall was equally impressive; hundreds of eyes and cameras fixed on you as the music played and every single person rose to catch a glimpse of you. You felt so incredibly beautiful.