Invisible String (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 15

He gave you time to adjust to his length and when you nodded, he started thrusting in an enticing speed that had you grasping him around your cunt. Every push of his cock had you seeing stars. All that pent-up anticipation and sexual frustration had you coming in no time, but Bucky didn't relent. "Give me one more, sweet girl."

His hand reached in between your bodies, instantly locating your clit, and you moaned loudly against his shoulder. Bucky toyed with your ear lobe, gently biting then moving downwards to the spot between your neck and clavicle. He licked before sucking harshly and then licking again to soothe the pain. You held his back so tightly that you were sure it must be hurting him, but he didn't complain, instead he growled in your ear as you tried to hold him inside you - tighter than before.

His hand was running calculated circles on your clit combined with his ruthless pace, and you were reaching your second orgasm faster than you imagined. "Bucky, I'm gonna -"

"I know, baby," he groaned in your ear, increasing his pace, and a moment ago you didn't think that was possible.

You both reached your high together as he released his seed inside you, and that solely had you nearing your third orgasm. Bucky noticed and smirked before his still hand started running circles on your bundle of nerves again and gave you a few languid thrusts that made you reach the euphoria where you hadn't been before.

He held you, brushing your hair off your face, rubbing his thumb across your forehead to rid you of the sweat, praising you for being such a good girl for him. Once you were back from the land of bliss, he cleaned you both up before straightening your dress out - making you appear like he didn't fuck your brains out on a dressing table.

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"Traffic," you lied while Bucky smirked as he placed his hand on the small of your back.

Sam looked at you - both of you with a playful look in his eyes and Steve bought your lie without a second question.

As you entered the living room, you were met with a kid that reminded you a lot of Alec and Izzy. "Uncle Bucky," she squealed before jumping in the arms of a bent down Bucky.

She stretched a hand towards you and said, "Sarah."

You smiled at her and took her hand in yours before giving her your name. She looked at you with so much delight in her eyes that had you melting in a second. Oh, that reminded you, "Babe, the cake."

"Oh, right," Bucky scrambled to his feet and made his way towards the car to bring the gift you two brought for the family.

"Did you make it, Uncle Bucky," Sarah asked as Bucky handed her the cake. She grinned when he nodded, "I'm gonna eat all of this myself."

Bucky smiled, "It's all for you, sweetie."

She held the cake in one hand and your hand in another before rushing into the kitchen with you.

Sam handed Bucky a glass of a drink that he didn't even notice because his gaze was fixed on you helping Steve and Sarah. You said something to Steve and he laughed loudly. When did you and Steve become friends? He wondered.

"Traffic, huh?" Sam teased Bucky once his daughter was out of their hearing range. Bucky nearly choked on the drink and coughed in embarrassment.

Sam eyed Bucky mischievously and told him to take a seat on the table. Bucky didn't listen and if he did then he pretended to ignore Sam's words and made his way to the kitchen - to you.

You yelped when you felt two strong hands engulf you from behind, calming down only when Bucky chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Hey, it's only me, doll."

Eventually, everyone made their way to the dinner table. The food was amazing, some of it was made by Sam - some of it by Steve. Sam's cooking was clearly better, but Bucky told you not to tell him that because then Sam would get all smug about it. Bucky's hand rested on your upper thigh for the entirety of the meal.

It brought you back to the time when you both were at your parents' place and even then the gesture was so welcomed by your body and you. Although you always told him about how inappropriate a relationship with him would be, you secretly hoped that he would call you out on your bullshit. Anyone with eyes could see that you wanted him since the very beginning. Well, anyone except Bucky.

After dinner, Sarah went to bed and it was just you, Bucky, Sam and Steve situated in their living room with a drink in everyone's hand.

"The cake was amazing," you told Bucky when he took a seat beside you on the sofa. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and held your outer thighs with his other before placing you on his lap. You wrapped your hands around his shoulder and awkwardly looked around at Sam and Steve, exhaling in relief when you found them busy in their own conversation, oblivious to their friend's antics.

"I can make cakes forever for you, doll."

"Well, you'd have to make cakes forever if you wanna open a bakery," you sassed and he laughed before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You beamed at him, placing your head against his shoulder, "I've been thinking. With everything that has happened with Rumlow and my family. I think I've not dealt with all of it and it still bothers me."

Nervously, you looked at him and found him already gazing at you with a look so patient and intense. You could see his adoration for you swirl around his eyes and you hoped he could see that same emotion reflecting in your eyes.

"And I don't want to burden you with my shit, I think I'm gonna start therapy."

He cupped your face in his palms and you looked at him anxiously. It was a big step - your relationship with him - finally acknowledging that you carried trauma that is affecting your life in more ways that you would like to admit. "Whatever you need, honey. I will be there for you."

You leaned into his touch, craning your neck before pressing a kiss on his palm. "Did you think you'd be crazy for me when I walked in for the bartender's job?"

He laughed at your teasing words, holding your chin between his fingers and dipped his head down to kiss you. "I love you," he mumbled against your lips, "And I have a feeling that we'll be alright."

"We'll be alright," you repeated his words. It was a promise of a happy and hopeful future - a future you were going to have with him. "I love you." You sealed the promise with your lips on his.

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