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After the blip there were rumblings here and there. A report of someone who had previously been right handed coming back left handed. People noticed that their sense of taste and smell changed when they came back. Some returned with curly hair when it had been straight. Men returned as women, even. But they all seemed like little things, unimportant when compared to the big things that were happening. Big things like dealing with the return of half of the world's population. Big things like Karli and the Flag Smashers.
The world was a mess.
But after Karli, the GRC stopped being giant douchebags and began seeking more humane strategies for integrating returned people. As Captain America, Sam continued to help where he could, sometimes with Bucky, sometimes without. They took on the Karli copycats that regularly popped up; they stopped wannabe warlords from getting out of hand; and there were always, always mercenaries somewhere trying to replicate the super serum. Basically, it was their job to keep the global humanitarian crisis from getting any worse.
Between that and helping Sarah with the boat and the house, Sam didn’t really have a lot of down time. So he didn’t really have a lot of time to stop and analyze his own particular blip-related quirk, the quirk that he returned with after the blip.
Well. Perhaps quirk was the wrong word. A vagina was not exactly a quirk. It was a cold, hard anatomical fact that refused to disappear no matter how many times Sam squeezed his eyes shut and wished it away.
Look, Sam is a grown man, he knows you can’t wish away a vagina. So he did the next best thing: pretended it was No. Big. Deal. He treated it like he would his elbow or his toe - just a thing on his body that was a thing on his body. No Big Deal.
And it had worked well for him. Reversing all that had happened during the blip was a logistical nightmare. But, eventually things slowed down. Eventually he and Sarah raised enough money to fix up the boat and begin renting it out. Between that and the food truck she started, Sarah and her boys were doing well enough that they didn’t need him there day to day. So, eventually Sam moved back to DC to be closer to fresh intel and high tech training facilities. Bucky had already relocated back to Brooklyn. They saw each other on missions and kept in touch by text. Sam was loath to admit it, but Bucky was pretty much his best friend these days. They’d been through too much together.
So that was Sam and his life. Just a guy, who was a national hero, with a cyborg best friend, and a vagina. No. Big. Deal.
And then one night Sam was watchin a movie that featured an unexpected and graphic sex scene, and Sam felt a flood of dampness between his legs.
Sam may or may not have had a mild panic attack.
It was then - sitting alone on his couch in the dark, movie paused in the background, elbows on his knees, head hanging down, and gasping for air - that Sam realized maybe, just maybe, it might kinda be a Big Deal.
Look, Sam’s a grown man, he’s not scared of his vagina. Sam’s a modern guy. He has no hang-ups about his gender or sexuality. He knows that what’s between his legs doesn’t define him. Before the blip, he was perfectly comfortable hooking up with men, women, and people outside those boundaries. He’s not scared , he’s just… look, you have a body for thirty-odd years and you kind of get used to it. And then you come back and you now have this new body part, and you now have this new shield, and this new Captain America identity and new person that you’re supposed to be and Sam’s just trying to figure it all out and so maybe he accidentally ended up putting a lot of pressure on his vagina. Like, if he ignores it then he’s still just Old Sam but if he acknowledges it he’s somehow New Sam and he doesn’t know what that means.
Huh. He realizes that he’d worked out all of his angst over being Captain America with the help of Isaiah Bradley, but turns out he was carrying all this other angst over being Sam Wilson and he wasn’t even aware of it. And all this other angst has somehow centered itself inside how he feels about his new anatomy.
So, yes, maybe Sam Wilson is scared of his vagina.
But it’s fine. He can work it out in his own time. It’s not like he’s seeing anyone or even thinking about dating. Sure, he gets lonely sometimes, but, frankly, just the thought of trying to get to know someone new feels exhausting.
That’s why he’s grateful for the easy camaraderie he’s developed with Bucky. Sam’s pretty sure that he’s Bucky’s best friend, too, but he also knows that Bucky would rather gouge his eyes with a spoon than admit it out loud. Sam and Bucky’s best-friendship is different with each other than it was with Steve. Theirs is full of more teasing and flirting. Sam figures this is just their best-friendship dynamic. And then one night after a hard mission, he and Bucky go back to Sam’s place to unwind, and Bucky traps Sam against the wall with a determined look in his eye and proceeds to kiss him within an inch of his life.
“Oh,” Sam says, dumbly when they come up for air. “I thought we were just best friends.”
Bucky looks at him the way you do a child who’s not too bright. “Sam, this has literally been the longest courtship ever.”
“Oh,” Sam blinks at him slowly and then thinks back over the last few years of his life. He thinks back to their bickering in the blue Volkswagen Beetle, and follows it forward to their bickering in Zemo’s stylish convertible. “Oh!” Sam exclaims.
“Yeah, oh,” Bucky smiles at him fondly and then dives back into the kiss.
Bucky's lips are firm but soft, softer than Sam expected. Who would’ve guessed that this mouth, which was frequently pressed into a tight line of judgment, could also be dynamic in motion. Sucking and nibbling and teasing until Sam lets his head fall back against the wall, turns his face slightly up, and lets Bucky have his mouth completely. Lets Bucky push his thick, wet tongue into his mouth and slowly bully Sam’s tongue into submission. Sam’s hands slide up Bucky’s torso to rest on his chest. Through the leather jacket, Sam can feel the heat of the man in front of him. Can feel the coiled strength that is slowly and gently pressing Sam into the wall. Sam has seen Bucky in action enough times to know just what that strength can do. He knows just what the hands carefully cradling his waist can do. The thought that Bucky has such tightly held control over his own power sends a surge of arousal through Sam so strongly that his head spins.
As Bucky continues to own his mouth, Sam feels one of Bucky’s strong thighs start to press between his legs. Sam mindlessly starts slowly humping that gloriously thick thigh when he feels the dampness start to gather between his own legs. Panicked, Sam tears his mouth from Bucky’s, pushes Bucky backwards and yelps, “Slow!”
Bucky, pupils dilated and panting slightly, stares at Sam in confusion. “Huh?”
“I just,” Sam begins, feeling foolish, unable to meet Bucky’s eyes. “I mean, if we’re going to do this, then we, uh, we’re gonna have to go... slow?” He’s not sure if he’s asking Bucky or telling him.
Sam slips from between Bucky and the wall and goes over to the cabinet where he keeps the good stuff, and pours himself a drink. He’s way too sober for this. After downing a few gulps of whiskey, Sam continues, “I mean, it’s just that it’s been a while. You know?”
Bucky blinks slowly, as if his brain is still coming back online, but then he tilts his head and stares at Sam. He walks over to stand in front of Sam, takes the glass from his hand and finishes the remaining whiskey in one gulp. Sam tries and fails not to watch Bucky’s adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows.
“Slow,” Bucky repeats, handing the empty glass back to Sam. “I can do slow.”
Sam blows out a breath. “It’s just-” he begins again, but Bucky interrupts him.
“Sam.” Bucky raises his right hand and rests it against Sam’s cheek. “Whatever you need.”
He stares at Sam with such compassion and understanding that Sam can’t help but to close the distance between them and crush his lips to Bucky’s again, arms winding around Bucky’s neck as Bucky’s hands find his waist again. Jesus, Sam’s got it bad. How had he missed this?
The next few weeks they take turns visiting each other's on the weekends. Sam hasn’t dated anybody in years, even before the blip, and for Bucky it’s been even longer so there’s a part of each of them that enjoys taking things slow. Bucky enjoys being obnoxiously old fashioned, bringing Sam flowers and chocolates which provoke massive eyerolls from Sam, but also makes warmth blossom in his chest. Because they’re both internationally famous, and because they both enjoy keeping their private lives private, they end up spending most of their dates indoors. They order food and watch movies, but mostly they lie around lazily making out and getting to know each other better.
Each night they’re together culminates with them getting hot and bothered on the couch and then going to bed separately. Sam goes through so many pairs of boxers. And if Bucky is sexually frustrated, he doesn’t let on, seemingly content to take things at Sam’s pace.
Sam is getting frustrated though. On this particular night, Sam’s on his back on his couch, shirtless, with Bucky a solid presence on top of him. Bucky has kissed his was down from Sam’s mouth, to his jaw, to his neck, and is now nibbling and suckling on Sam’s left nipple while his hand twists and rolls Sam’s right nipple. Sam’s boxers are so damp that he wonders if Bucky can feel it through the two layers of jeans, wonders if Bucky can smell his arousal with his super serum enhanced nose. Just that thought alone has Sam feeling as if he’s drowning in desire. He needs more.
“Bucky,” Sam slurs through the haze of his arousal. “Hey, Buck.” He shoves at Bucky’s shoulders until Bucky lifts his head, eyes dilated and lips pink from pulling at Sam’s nipple. “Whatzit?” Bucky mumbles.
“Wanna suck you,” Sam says, almost pleading. “C’n I suck you?” Bucky nods dazedly and lets Sam push and maneuver them until Bucky is sitting back against the couch, legs spread, with Sam on his knees in front of him. Sam pitches forward and buries his face in Bucky’s jean covered crotch and inhales deeply, the smell of musk and sweat filling his nostrils. He begins mouthing at Bucky’s impressive bulge, getting the fabric wet with his saliva until Bucky can’t take it any more and lifts his hips, shoves his jeans down, and lets his cock spring free.
It almost smacks Sam in the face but Sam doesn’t even notice, too busy rushing to get his mouth on Bucky’s impressive member. He mouths up and down the shaft before sliding his mouth down over the top. The guttural groan Bucky releases is absolutely filthy. Sam lets his mouth fill with Bucky’s girth, goes down as much as he can before sucking in his cheeks and sliding back up. He’s never had a cock this large in his mouth before. It sits heavy on his tongue and stretches his lips tight, but Sam is in absolute heaven. He holds the bottom in one fist and goes to work. He bobs, sucks, slobbers, and just all around worships Bucky’s cock. It’s messy and wet and makes his jaw ache, but Sam keeps going and going until he feels Bucky get even harder and thicker in his mouth.
“Sam,” Bucky warns, but Sam just keeps going, sucking and sucking and all he can think about is making Bucky come. Making this powerful man lose it because of Sam’s mouth. He hears Bucky’s long, low moan at the same time that he feels the first spurts of come at the back of his throat. Sam swallows what he can, but it’s a lot, and it spills out of his mouth. He has to pull off and let Bucky finish on his cheeks and across his face.
Bucky is panting like he just ran a marathon, staring at Sam with wide, awestruck eyes. Sam reaches for his discarded t-shirt and wipes his face. There’s an ache deep and low in Sam’s gut, and between his legs is a sloppy, wet mess. He wants Bucky so, so badly, but he’s also so, so terrified. Of his body. Of Bucky’s reaction. When Bucky reaches for him, Sam lets himself be pulled up and into Bucky’s lap, and let's Bucky kiss and kiss and kiss him. But when Bucky reaches for Sam’s belt buckle, Sam scrambles backwards so quickly he almost falls off Bucky’s lap.
“Sam?” Bucky is staring at him with something like hurt playing around his eyes.
Sam sighs, and crowds close to Bucky again, resting his forehead against Bucky’s. “I’m good,” he exhales against Bucky’s lips. “That was just for you. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“And what if I want to make you feel good?”
“I’m good, Buck, I swear.” Sam kisses Bucky slowly and tenderly before climbing off his lap. “Good night,” he says and heads directly to the shower without looking back. What is the matter with him? He rests his head against the shower tiles and wonders what in the world he thinks he’s doing. He doesn’t touch himself, he simply washes himself clean, gets out, puts on fresh boxers and gets into bed. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the look of hurt on Bucky’s face.
They carry on like that for a few weeks - hot and heavy making out culminating in Sam giving Bucky a blowjob or a handjob - until one night Bucky’s metal hand brushes too close to Sam’s crotch, Sam flinches, and Bucky lets out a frustrated growl. “If you’re freaked out by the arm, Sam, just say so!” Bucky explodes and then looks immediately contrite.
Sam, who had been perched on Bucky’s lap, climbs off and sits beside him, hands folded between his knees. They sit on the couch side by side in awkward silence until Bucky continues, “Look, I know it’s a lot, ok? And maybe you have, like, trauma? Or something? From before, from when I - from when we fought.”
Sam buries his face in his hands.
Bucky trudges ahead. “And I get it, okay? Hell, the thing still freaks me out sometimes. But I promise- ”
“Oh my god, Bucky, I’m not scared of your arm!” Sam exclaims from inside his hand cocoon. He takes a deep breath then drops his hand from his face. “It’s not your arm, I promise. In fact, it’s not even you.”
Bucky sighs, “Ah, I get it, the old it’s not you it’s me-”
“No,” Sam cuts him off, turns to Bucky and puts his hands on Bucky’s cheeks, forces Bucky to meet his eyes. “Buck,” he breathes, “I’m serious. It’s not you.”
Bucky looks even more devastatingly, adorably confused, “Then what-”
Sam stands up and starts pacing. “Ok,” he rubs his hands together, gathering his courage. “Ok, so you know how when some people came back from the blip, they came back, kind of, different?”
“You mean like how I used to like pickles before but now I can’t stand them?”
“You-” Sam stops short. “You don’t like pickles?”
“Not anymore.”
“Huh. But no, this is nothing like that. I mean it’s kind of like that, but it’s more like you know how some people came back from the blip and they were men instead of women, or women instead of men?”
Bucky eyes him warily, “...yeah?”
“Ok, well, I may have come back different, too. A bit. Kind of.”
Bucky stares at him. Sam continues pacing. Bucky stares some more. When he realizes no more information is immediately forthcoming, Bucky reaches out, grabs Sam’s hand and pulls Sam out of his pacing and back down onto the couch.
“Sam. I got a metal arm and was brainwashed for over seventy years. Whatever you’ve got going on, I promise I don’t care.”
“You say that now,” Sam mutters.
“Look,” Bucky continues. “At the end of the day, it’s your business. You don’t have to tell me.” He turns to Sam and gathers his hands, linking their fingers. “But I promise you, there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could tell me that would change how I feel about you.”
“And how is that?” It’s not fair for Sam to ask, to put Bucky on the spot. Sam knows how they feel about each other, even if they don’t say it out loud, but he’s trying to buy himself some time here.
Bucky cheeks turn a little pink and he takes a deep breath, gathering his courage, before saying softly, “I like you, Sam. I like you a lot.” He ducks his head. “Like a lot, alot.” Bucky’s cheeks turn pinker “And, um, I have? For a long time. Because you make me feel, like, uh, not a monster...”
Oh my god , Sam thinks, this sweet sweet man . So Sam takes a deep breath, squeezes their linked fingers, counts to three inside his head and blurts out, “Icamebackwithavagina.”
He feels Bucky freeze. Sam can’t meet his eyes.
Bucky lets out a long breath. “Okay.” He nods his head. “Okay,” he repeats, firmer, and then pulls one of Sam’s hands up to his lips and kisses the back of it. “Like I said, Sammy, there's nothing, absolutely nothing.”
Sam is only human. He is overcome with a rush of affection and gratitude so powerful it propels him back into Bucky's arms.
Within a few minutes, Sam finds himself on his back, with Buck above him, being kissed within an inch of his life. “I mean it,” Bucky pants, “I’m fine with it.”
Sam pants back, “Ok, but what if I’m not?”
Bucky pulls back slightly and peers at him. “Meaning?”
Sam looks shifty. “I might be scared of it,” he whispers.
Buck peers at him. “You mean you haven’t-?”
Sam shakes his head.
Bucky looks incredulous. “All this time and you haven’t-?” And then Bucky goes from looking incredulous to looking extremely turned on. “So I’d be the first one to-”
Sam rolls his eyes, “Oh my god, you’re such a dude.”
“What? I’m just saying. I can help you. Explore. If you wanted.”
“Yeah?” Sam murmurs against Bucky’s lips.
“Yeah,” Bucky pants back.
They barely make it to Sam’s bedroom. Bucky let’s Sam take the lead but eventually they end up with Sam on his back cradling Bucky between his thighs, Bucky’s cock a hot, hard line pressing down onto Sam through two layers of clothing, and Sam so turned on he can hardly breathe.
“Buck,” Sam pants as Bucky rolls his hips down onto Sam again.
“I got you,” Buck soothes. “Can I-”
“Yes,” Sam nods frantically.
Bucky pulls back slightly so they can both remove their shirts. And then, slowly, telegraphing every move, Bucky unbuttons Sam's jeans and then slides both Sam’s jeans and his boxers down and off.
Bucky is kneeling between Sam’s legs but he’s down by Sam's calves because Sam has pressed his knees and thighs together, suddenly nervous. Yet there is something undeniably hot about being completely naked while Bucky is still wearing jeans.
“Sam. Baby.” Bucky puts his hands on Sam’s knees and looks at Sam and waits. Sam looks back at Bucky and by degrees begins to feel less panicky and nervous at the thought of Bucky seeing all of him. In fact, he starts to feel really turned on at the idea of Bucky seeing all of him. Sam takes a deep breath, slowly relaxes his legs and lets Bucky push his thighs apart.
Bucky’s eyes gradually leave Sam’s and slide down his body. They pause at Sam’s chest as Bucky bites his lip, then his eyes continue down, down, to rest between Sam's legs.
Sam feels hot and exposed, feels his pussy clench and dribble out a few thick drops. Bucky’s mouth parts and he gasps out a breathless, “Oh.” Which makes Sam feel even hotter and get even wetter.
“Sam,” gulps Bucky and licks his lips. “You’re so wet.”
“Yeah, it does that a lot. ‘Specially when you’re around. I can’t tell if that’s normal or- ” Sam knows he’s babbling but he can’t stop. Nerves.
“Sam,” Bucky's voice shakes a little as he continues to look in awe. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. You’re amazing.” Ok so maybe Bucky is babbling a little bit too. “Can I-?”
Sam nods.
Bucky slides his hand slowly up Sam’s thighs, pressing his thumbs into the skin as he goes. He pushes Sam’s thighs further apart and Sam’s breath catches in his throat, as he feels himself even more exposed, feels the cool air ghost over his slick cunt. Bucky massages his thumbs directly under Sam’s pussy. His hands are long enough for him to squeeze Sam’s butt at the same time that his thumbs are rubbing so close to where Sam’s aching. Sam feels his pussy clench a few more times as more slick slides out. Bucky's thumbs keep rubbing up and up, until he’s pressing directly outside Sam’s pussy lips.
He cradles Sam like that, keeps him there, open and wet and aching in his hands while he stares and stares and licks his lips. Sam’s hips try to hump the air, but Bucky is holding him too firmly for much movement.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” Sam gasps.
Bucky doesn't hesitate. He lifts his flesh thumb and hovers it over Sam’s clit for a second before his thumb presses down and slides firmly over Sam's slippery wet clit. Sam’s back arches sharply off the bed and he cries out. Bucky then brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks gently, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. It’s Sam’s turn to be awestruck as his pussy clenches and dribbles some more.
Bucky gathers Sam's hands and places them on Sam’s thighs. “Hold yourself open for me, baby.”
He slides his thumb up and down Sam’s clit a few more times. Sam's eyes are wide and he’s gasping out little oh’s . He feels shocked. He feels hot and wet and slick and amazing and he knew vaginas could feel good. Before the blip he’d had his fair share of fun with them. Had seen the reactions his hands and mouth could provoke. But he didn’t know. He didn’t know his clit would thicken and throb and ache for the press of Bucky’s thumb. Sam’s arching up into it, using his hands to pull his thighs even further apart. How did he not know his vagina could feel this good? Why hasn't he been doing this the whole time? But then Bucky squeezes his clit and all thoughts fly from Sam’s head.
“Jesus,” Bucky gasps as he squeezes Sam between his thumb and index finger. “Look how fat this clit is. You’re aching for it, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He squeezes Sam’s clit again. “Look at all that come dying to get out.” He then begins sliding and squeezing and rubbing Sam's clit and Sam’s eyes roll to the back of his head. This is the best thing he’s ever felt in his entire life, he decides. And then Bucky takes the thumb of his metal hand and presses it to Sam's wet hole. He doesn't press it inside, just massages around and around the slick opening with firm, circular presses of his thumb. Between that and the way Bucky is now flicking Sam’s clit over and over, pressure starts to build low and deep in Sam’s gut.
Sam's punched out oh's turns to punched out ah's and his hips start gyrating up and down in sync with what Bucky’s doing. Everything gets sweaty and hot and slick and wet and Sam's butt is practically bouncing up down on the bed. Sam can feel the pressure building, and he’s climbing and climbing, and then Bucky squeeze-rub-twists his clit hard while pressing his metal thumb slowly inside, just the tip, and Sam shouts out and convulses as he comes and comes.
He can hear soothing rumbles coming from Bucky’s, but it all seems far away. Everything has narrowed down to his pussy and the way it keeps clenching and clenching even though Bucky’s hands are no longer on him. Sam blinks open his eyes and sees that Bucky has pushed his jeans down to his thighs, and is frantically jerking his cock while staring at the slick mess between Sam’s thighs. It’s only a few seconds before Bucky throws his head back and Sam feels hot ropes of come land on his stomach.
Sam presses his thighs together to try to get them to stop shaking. Then lets his legs fall down around Bucky.
Bucky hurriedly gets naked and then slides back down Sam’s body, pushes his legs up and out, and sucks on Sam's clit until he screams through another orgasm. Then Sam pulls Bucky up and gets his mouth on Bucky’s dick. Bucky comes cradling Sam’s head while fucking his face.
After that night, whenever they’re not on a mission, they spend just about every weekend together in Sam’s bed or Bucky’s bed and Sam is desperate for Bucky’s mouth or hands. Sam isn’t scared of his vagina anymore. He’s obsessed. Obsessed with the way Bucky spreads his thighs, slurps all over his clit, and then plunges his thick tongue deep into Sam’s cunt until Sam is moaning and flooding Bucky’s mouth with come. He’s obsessed with how Bucky will come up behind him when Sam’s in the kitchen making breakfast or dinner and, metal hand on his waist, will slide his flesh hand inside the front of Sam's boxers, his fingers gliding through the slick there and over and over until Bucky's fingers are coated in Sam's come. Sam might not be the only one who’s obsessed.
Bucky loves to eat Sam out first thing in the morning. Usually wakes Sam up with it. Sam is resigned to going for his runs half an hour later on the weekends. Not that it’s a hardship. Sometimes, though, he slips out of bed before Bucky rises and on those mornings Bucky is grumpy and pouty. Once Bucky simply grabbed Sam after he returned from his run, pulled off his shorts, plopped him down on the dining room table, pulled up a chair, spread Sam’s thighs, and went to town. It was filthy. That was also the first morning Bucky fingered him. Up until then he had kept things on the outside (when Bucky agreed to slow, he meant slow ) but after that performance on the dining room table, Sam was so turned on there was no way he was not getting Bucky’s fingers inside.
Sam even starts researching. He looks up pictures of vaginas and concludes that his was commensurate. Perhaps his clitoris and pussy lips are slightly larger than average, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind. He discreetly contacts Dr. Cho and she agrees to examine him. She concludes that he has a perfectly healthy and functional vagina, with the exception of it not being connected to a womb. But other than that, perfectly normal. Once that was settled, Sam started looking up the best ways to finger somebody. When Sam shared the website with Bucky, he was so offended that he dragged Sam over his lap and proceeded to finger Sam slow and deep, and then fast and deep, and then he crooked his fingers in a ‘come hither’ gesture and Sam came so hard he almost blacked out. When he had gathered his senses, Bucky was sitting back looking smug as hell, but Sam had to concede that maybe Bucky didn’t need the website after all. He then proceeded to give Bucky the slobberiest blow job ever.
The night they fuck for the first time they were exhausted after a long day of training but not too exhausted to get naked and slide all over ech other in Sam’s bed. They’d put on music earlier in the living room while eating take out, and they could still hear it here in the bedroom. The lights were low and Bucky was on his back with Sam on top of him, legs spread wide over Bucky’s hips. Bucky’s cock was so hard it was resting flat against his stomach. And they were both watching between Sam’s legs as he rubbed his pussy up and down over Bucky’s hard cock, gyrating his hips and leaving a trail of shiny wetness on Bucky’s dick. Bucky’s cock grew impossible harder. Sam couldn’t stop staring at how thick and red it was, the tip drooling precome. Sam’s mouth watered. He slid up slightly so that he was now rubbing himself over the tip of Bucky’s cock. Sam angled himself so that the opening to his slick cunt was circling around the tip.
Bucky grabbed his hips and gritted out, tightly, “ Sam. ” Sam couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea but he replied by nodding his head desperately.
“Yeah, Buck,” he gasped. “Yeah, c’mon.”
That was all Bucky needed to hear before he rolled them over. Within half an hour he was three fingers deep inside Sam. Sam was biting his lip and looking at Bucky’s dick. He could swear the thing was actually throbbing. And was it getting bigger? But, god, it looked so good. If he wasn’t desperate to get it inside himself, Sam would have taken Bucky in his mouth. Sam didn’t know dick could be literally mouth watering until he started fucking around with Bucky.
“Bucky,” he whispered. “Hey, Buck.”
Bucky tore his eyes away from where they had been fixated on the way Sam’s pussy was stretched wide around his three fingers, the way Sam swallowed him up every time. “Huh?” he answered eloquently.
“Um,” Sam licked his lips. “D’you think it’ll fit?”
Bucky’s eyes clear as he looks up at Sam, looks him in the eyes, and gently strokes his metal hand up and down Sam's side. “Whatever you want, baby,” he says gently. “Whatever you want.”
“Ok,” Sam nods. “Then I think I’m ready.”
Bucky pulls out his fingers gently, going slow so Sam knows every movement he's making. He settles over Sam, uses his arms to pull Sam’s legs up so that they rest in the crook of his elbows. With Sam so spread out, all Bucky has to do is position his dick at Sam's exposed hole- small and shiny and clenching- and push. Sam gasps and throws his head back as the mushroom head of Bucky's big dick presses into his pussy for the first time. He hesitates there, and Sam can feel from the way Bucky’s body vibrates that it’s taking all of his self control not to simply impale Sam with his cock. Sam meets his eye and nods.
Bucky gets his knees under him and doesn’t give Sam any more time to hesitate, simply presses his rock hard cock slowly and steadily in.
Sam gasps and spreads his legs wider. “Oh my god,” he gasps at the ceiling. It's as if he can feel Bucky’s cock pressing open a new space inside of him. His thick cock slowly forcing Sam's pussy open, forcing it to make room for Bucky. And it does, boy does it ever. Sam feels the moment his pussy practically gives way , just surrenders under the steady onslaught, relaxes, gushes more slick, and lets Bucky in. And then Bucky's hips are resting against Sam’s inner thigh, his heavy balls resting against Sam's ass, and can feel his pussy rippling around Bucky.
“I can feel you rippling,” Bucky says through gritted teeth.
“Nnngh,” is all Sam can reply as he tentatively moves his hips up and down.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby, that’s it,” Bucky encourages.
They slowly find their rhythm. Sam feels like one of those butterflies in a museum display that are spread wide and pinned down. Bucky pounds into him, strong and steady, and Sam makes noises he will forever deny, but he loves every moment of it. Bucky is pulling practically all the way out before slamming back in. When Sam is getting close, Bucky moves his arms from Sam's thighs and places his hands on Sam's ample butt, using that to piston Sam back and forth on his dick. The accompanying sounds are filthy.
“Bucky,” Sam groans from somewhere deep in his gut. “Please.”
“Yeah, c’mon, baby, that’s it,” Bucky responds as his hips keep jackhammering. Bucky keeps whispering filthy things into Sam’s ear as he steadily pounds the orgasm out of him. You take me so good, so deep, baby. Pussy so sweet. So wet, baby. Sam comes screaming out a groan so deep and filthy that he hopes, for the millionth time, his apartment walls are reinforced. Bucky keeps fucking him through it, fucks him until Bucky reaches his own screaming orgasm and pumps an enormous load of come into Sam.
They fuck like bunnies after that, on every surface in both of their apartments, although they’ve been spending more and more time at Sam’s place.
They fuck so much that Sam even gets panicky that Bucky’s big dick might permanently stretch out his formerly virginal vagina. And then he panics that if he gets too loose maybe it won’t be good for Bucky anymore. His panic over this culminates when Bucky peers over Sam’s shoulder one day, stealthy as always, and lets out a whispered, “Huh.”
Sam slams the laptop closed so quickly he almost takes off his own fingers. Bucky doesn't say anything for a whole day, but Sam wasn’t naive enough to believe Bucky would let something like that go. Bucky waits until later that evening, after they've had dinner and are finishing the washing up.
So,” Bucky says casually, wiping and putting away a bowl. “You're worried that my big dick is gonna stretch out your pussy, huh?”.
Sam hangs his head and lets out a deep sigh. “Well, when you say it out loud like that..”
“You do know vaginas are meant to stretch, right? Like, that’s kinda their whole deal.”
“Yes, I know that!” snaps Sam. “I’m the one with it, not you! I’m just saying. It’s new. Like brand new. And you’re really big.”
Bucky looks smug. Sam rolls his eyes, “Oh my god you are such a child.”
Bucky puts away the dish towel and crowds Sam up against the counter. He brushes his cheek against Sam’s, stubble scratching Sam's cheek. He puts his lips close to Sam's ear and whispers, “Does it still hurt when I first push in?”
Sam swallows thickly and nods.
“Then I think you’ll be fine, but just in case we should really make sure,” Bucky picks him up and practically carries him to the bedroom. He throws Sam onto his back on the bed, places his legs on Bucky's shoulders, and proceeds to feed Sam his fat cock inch by inch muttering in Sam's ear the whole time. You feel that? Feel how well your pussy stretches around me, see how well you take me, pull me right in baby, take me so well. See how greedy this pussy is for dick, huh? Greedy for this fat dick. When Bucky's hips are flush against Sam’s groin, he grinds his hips round and round. You feel that dick, baby. Feel how big it is? How deep it is? That’s all you, baby, all you taking me in so well, letting me stretch you so wide. Bucky pulls back until just the tip is inside Sam and then slams back in to the root, over and over. And then he practically starts bouncing up and down between Sam's legs, root to tip, root to tip, dicking him down so good all Sam can do is clutch Bucky's shoulders and howl.
As embarrassing as that incident was for Sam, it’s nothing compared to the time Bucky walks in on Sam trying on sexy panties.
“Oh my god get out!” Sam screeched, slamming the bedroom door shut.
“Sorry, sorry,” Bucky quickly retreated, hands up in surrender.
The panties were a thing Sam had been trying, but only on days when he wouldn’t see Bucky. He had started to want more support than the boxers were able to give. He started with a pair of plain white cotton panties and then added satin and lace ones too. At first it wasn’t something he was ready to share with Bucky. Not yet. He felt silly. Then he realized that Bucky supported him, one hundred percent, always, and then it was just a matter of how to tell Bucky. He decided the best way to do it would be while wearing a pair of overwhelmingly sexy panties, and he ordered the pair he currently wore. Wine colored high waist lace panties with an open back. All that covered his butt was three shoestring size strips of wine colored satin. He was freshly showered and naked except for the panties. He was in front of the full length mirror by his closet, trying them on, turning this way and that, deciding whether this would be the night he shared this with Bucky. Well, it seems the cat is effectively out of the bag.
Bucky, for his part, feels awful. He knows Sam is still figuring out how to be in this different body. He’s supportive and encouraging, telling Sam he’s still the same person no matter what he’s got going on down there. Bucky rests his head against the closed bedroom door. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he pleads over and over until Sam takes pity on him and opens the door.
He stands there in the open doorway with a soft but patient expression, brown skin glowing in the dim light. Bucky takes him in head to toe and sucks in a deep breath. Which he has to force back out again. Bucky might have forgotten how to breathe. Sam is a vision. The panties are smooth across his smooth front. He turns and walks back into the room, hips swaying, and Bucky almost bites his tongue when he sees the back of Sam's panties. Or lack thereof.
Sam meets his eyes in the mirror. “You gonna stand there and stare all night?”
“Nope, nu-uh, no way,” Bucky practically falls over himself getting into the room. He places Sam on the bed, and spends a long time just rubbing his face all over the panties, loving the way the smooth satin feels against his stubble. Then he gently turns Sam over, raises him onto his hands and knees, pulls aside a couple of strings and proceeds to eat Sam's pussy out from the back. Slurping his clit, plunging his tongue into Sam’s hole relentlessly until his face is shiny with it and Sam is begging continuously. When Bucky finally pushes his cock into him, Sam comes from the first stroke. Just up and comes all over Bucky's dick. Somewhere in the back of his mind Sam knows Bucky will never let him live that down, but he’s too busy moaning like a common whore as Bucky plunges balls deep into his dripping cunt over and over. Bucky ends up giving him three loads that night. The panties are ruined.
Sam's favorite thing, though, are the nights that Bucky takes refuge between Sam’s thighs. The nights when a mission doesn’t go to plan, or when the past lingers too closely, the nights when the awareness of how precarious their existence is becomes overwhelming. After one bad mission where they couldn’t save everyone, Bucky doesn’t waste any time when they get back to Sam's apartment, just strips him naked right there by the front door, hikes him up until Sam's back is against the wall and Sam’s legs are wrapped around his waist. Buck slides his cock up inside Sam frantically and fucks him fast and rough right there against the wall, hands on Sam's butt to guide him as he slams Sam up and down on Bucky's dick. Sam is so turned on by the casual display of strength that he comes so hard it oozes out around Bucky's pistoning cock and drips all over the floor. Bucky comes once against the wall, then takes Sam to bed, puts him on his hands and knees and fucks another load into him. Then he flips Sam over onto his back and pounds another load into him, before dragging Sam up and over to ride him, Bucky doing most of the work at this point as Sam hangs on like a rag doll, and Bucky pumps one last load up into him. Sam is a fucked out mess. Pussy swollen, gaping, and leaking and Sam is so proud that he can do this for Bucky, be this for him, can give him a place to fuck out all his brokenness, fuck it out and re-emerge whole again.
And then there are the times when Sam gets the same thing out of Bucky's cock, seeks the same refuge in him. The nights he’s desperate to feel real and whole and he climbs on top of Bucky, reverse cowgirl style, and just rides and rides his pussy up and down Bucky's fat cock until his thighs are shaking and he’s left so much slick and come all over Bucky's thighs. And Bucky just lays back and lets Sam use his dick like a dildo while whispering filthy encouragement. That’s it baby take what you need. Take it. Use it. Use me, baby, use that dick, show me who it belongs to. Sam realizes that he likes feeling fucked out, likes feeling all sloppy and open down there, likes feeling used.
By the time Bucky officially moves in with him, Sam can say with one hundred percent certainty that he is absolutely super duper not scared of his vagina anymore. In fact, it’s kind of his favorite thing now. Well, that and Bucky. And Bucky’s cock. And now he gets to have all his favorite things in the same place.
The night that Bucky moves in, Sam lays back on his bed and spreads his thighs, pleased at the way Bucky's mouth still goes slightly slack at the sight of his slick cunt. The way Bucky's eyes still widen slightly as if he’s still surprised that Sam is willing to share this with him, to confide in him, to trust him. That night when Sam's hands are on Bucky's shoulders and Sam's legs are around buckys waist, Bucky looks him in the eye as he presses inside Sam. The first push still makes Sam gasp and cry out, all that dick stretching his pussy wide. The fact that it still hurts a little at first still turns Sam on so much that his pussy blurts out a gush of slick which Bucky uses to slide all the way in. Bucky pauses and kisses Sam while grinding his hips into Sam in slow circles, his pubic bone rubbing against Sam's clit.
“You keep that up, I’m gonna come,” Sam gasps, clutching Bucky's shoulders. Bucky, sweaty and happy, pulls back and peers at Sam while still grinding pressure on Sam’s clit, “So come, I’ll just fuck you until you come again.” Sam’s only human. He comes all over Bucky's dick. Bucky throws his head back when Sam comes, bottom lip between his teeth, “Fuck, love when you come on my cock. Look.” They both look down between them, between Sam’s legs as Bucky’s long dick slides almost all the way out, practically glistening with Sam’s slick.
“God, I love your cock,” Sam babbles. Bucky's response is a hard thrust back inside sam. They fuck just like that, bot of them fascinated by the sight of sams spread pussy, his clit exposed and swollen, while Bucky’s fat cock pistons in and out of him. They watch Bucky’s cock as it fucks Sam’s first orgasm out of him and keeps going until it dumps a fat load of come inside sam. And then they watch as Bucky’s still hard cock continues to piston, thick white come being forced to squelch out of Sam's pussy with every thrust. Lying there on his back, blissed out while Bucky’s wet cock fucks a second orgasm out of his sloppy pussy, Sam thinks, yup, definitely not scared .