Bucky couldn't help groaning against Steph's flesh, loving the feeling of how she was losing control under him, and the feeling of her tugging at his hair was a definite bonus. Smirking, he pulled back far enough to ask, "You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" before going back to tormenting her with his mouth
At that point, he slid his finger inside slowly, wanting nothing more than to be able to get her off like he always imagined.
"You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her when he pulled back slightly again, watching her carefully as he began to finger her slowly.
Steph, too, had fantasized about Bucky talking dirty to her. That he asked if she was going to come felt like an invitation, one that her body eagerly responded to with a shudder and a loud cry.
He wasn't done though. He proceeded to finger her, so instead of completely falling off the edge, a second wind had pushed her back to the sky. "Fuck," she gasped, glancing down her body at him with a dazed expression. He was so good. He looked so good, with his mouth wet, his metal hand gripping the inside of her thigh, and his good hand between her legs.
She sunk back into the pillows, breathing raggedly and groaning as he continued to work her. "Don't stop," she whimpered.
Turning his head, Bucky sucked a mark into the inside of Steph's thigh before he began to kiss back up her body. He twisted his hand as he moved, so he could continue to work her with his finger, but also managed to massage her clit with his thumb. Along the way he made sure to pay special attention to any places that had seemed particularly sensitive earlier, especially her small but perfect breasts, before coming to a stop biting and kissing along her neck. Unsure if she would want his mouth on hers after he spent time going down on her, he figured he could just tease her there for the time being. (Even though he definitely hadn't been bothered by kissing her after she blew him.)
"That was better than I pictured, doll," he whispered in her ear. And he had imagined what she would look like falling apart for him often.
"Y-Yeah?" Steph was glad to hear it, even if she was too distracted to come up with anything meaningful to say in return. She was sweating, breathing hard, flushed to her toes, and probably looked like she was drunk or high or both. No matter. Bucky liked her this way, and she was more than happy to please.
And he still wasn't done. Which was, well, her fault, since she'd begged him not to stop. She had also imagined him touching her this way while using her own fingers, but she realized now they had been poor substitutes. Her body jerked erratically; she hadn't thought it possible to come again so soon, yet she was feeling more and more wound up as he continued to touch and kiss her.
"Buck, baby—" She yanked his head back by the hair and desperately leaned in to capture his mouth, only to be shit at kissing, unable to really do anything more than moan loudly into his mouth.
When Steph pulled at Bucky's hair, he groaned, surprising himself a bit. Apparently, he liked that. At least he did when it was her doing it.
"I love you so much," he said against her mouth before kissing her hard. Was he trying to distract her as he worked another finger inside of her? Maybe a little. Not only did he need to work her open more before he would fit inside her, but Bucky also just liked kissing her. A lot. If it was up to him, he wouldn't stop kissing her.
Kissing was distracting, and something Steph was addicted to now, but she definitely felt that second finger. She broke the kiss to stare up at Bucky, blue eyes blown wide with pleasure. "I love you too," she whispered, voice and body trembling. It felt so good to be touched by him. Good Lord, she hoped this wasn't just some kind of fever dream.
It surprised her how well she was holding up, considering the general state of her health. Some days she could barely make it up a flight of stairs without feeling like she needed another smoke. Right now, despite her heart beating so wildly it just might leap out of her chest, she felt like she could take on anything, whether it was a third finger or his huge cock.
And here Bucky thought he'd already seen every expression Steph's face could make in his lifetime of knowing her. He was wrong, though, cause he'd never seen him look like she did then.
Bucky was sure that just how much he loved and wanted Steph was written all over his own face as he watched her. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, but that was nothing new. He had been that way since they were literal kids. "You holding up alright?" he asked, smiling before he leaned down to nip gently at her lip, his hand continuing to move.
Steph grinned against Bucky's lips. "Y-Yeah. I can do this all day."
Probably not, in truth, but she sure wanted to do nothing else but have sex for the next couple of hours. Kissing him was incredible. Being touched and fondled and tormented with his mouth was a surprising delight. She would gladly come for him over and over, for as long as her body could take it.
"Roll us to the side? I wanna stroke you." It wasn't fair that she was the only one getting pleasured. She might not really be able to concentrate, not with how his fingers were sliding in and out of her, but she wanted to try. He should be enjoying this too.
Bucky chuckled softly as he rolled onto his left side, only pulling his hand from Steph long enough to tug her with him and pull her leg up over his hip so he could continue to have easy access while pleasuring her.
"Better?" he asked as his hand drifted back to where it was before they moved. Really, Bucky didn't even need her to stroke him. He was enjoying being able to please her in the first place.
But he definitely wouldn't say no to Steph doing the same for him.
"Mmm," was all Steph said in reply, closing her eyes with a moan as Bucky slid his fingers into her again. She had never been a particularly happy person, always seemingly quietly angry at something all the time, but he would be seeing more of this side of her now. Relaxed, a little dazed, very horny. And happy. Definitely happy.
Remembering after a moment that she requested this position in the first place, she started to reach down, but a wicked, reckless thought occurred to her and she closed her hand around the one he was working her with. She kissed him again, then murmured against his mouth, "Our fingers together?" Her cheeks burned again at the suggestion, because maybe he was going to be weirded out by her secretly being so filthy, but it might be hot? She'd imagined it once, him guiding her hands as they explored her body together; since he'd dated more than she did, she'd assumed he had more experience.
Bucky had pictured a lot of things he wanted to do with Steph over the years, but her suggestion hadn't been one of them simply because he'd never thought of it before.
He groaned softly and asked, "Like this?" as he pulled his hand back to place it on top of hers, guiding her so a couple of her small fingers slid inside beside one of his larger ones. God, her hands were so small in his. Everything about her was small to him, though.
Except for things like that personality of hers. Her temper. Her heart. The important things. It was only physically that she was small.
Steph's eyes fluttered closed and she let out a ragged gasp when Bucky slid their fingers inside. He didn't even hesitate or look at her funny for asking; at the very least she expected him to tease her for her filthy desires. God, she loved him so much.
They kept at it for a while, then she pulled her wet fingers out to finally wrap them around his cock. She first smeared her wetness all over it before beginning to stroke, watching his face curiously for his reaction since she hadn't exactly been in the position to when she blew him earlier.
She tried her best to match his pace. His fingers were distracting though, and especially when she was close, again, she could do nothing else but moan and squirm and ask him to go faster.
Then she was crying out, curling into him and moving her hand to his hip so she wouldn't hurt him with her grip while she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Good Lord, did he have his whole hand in there now? She wasn't sure, only that she was having the best time, and he hadn't even been inside her yet.
Bucky moaned when he felt those slender fingers wrap around him, his eyes rolling back for a second as she began to stroke him. "Shit, Steph," he whispered as his eyes closed and he tilted his head to rest his forehead against hers.
When she let go and curled into him as she peaked again, Bucky pulled his hand from her before tilting her head back so he could kiss her again and again. "I love you, Steph," he told her between kisses, the dam he'd built to hold those words back completely obliterated by that point. He was going to end up telling her that so often she would get sick of hearing it. "You're so beautiful. So amazing."
And his. Or, at least as much his as she could be. As much as he was hers, and he had always been hers.
Steph whined softly at the loss of Bucky's hand, but then they were kissing again, and that was great too. "I love you more," she returned breathlessly. It wasn't a contest, but even mostly spent she could still be a little punk and tease him. "And you're amazing." She let out another one of those little girlish giggles she hadn't thought she was capable of making. "You probably would've been amazing back then too, but I dunno, I like you... bigger," she admitted, blushing again.
There was something really hot about him towering over her, something that surprised Steph because she otherwise hated being small and frail or being made to feel little. Maybe it was the thrill of there being something new to their old familiarity. Or maybe she just had a size kink. She'd never really given that much thought, since she'd only ever wanted to be with Bucky and didn't think it going to happen at all.
Grinning, Bucky shook his head as he placed his hand on the small of Steph's back and tugged her flush against him. "Not possible, sweetheart," he told her simply. "Might be just as much, but it's not possible for you to love me more." At some point, Bucky would explain everything to her more fully. Including how she was the only thing to break through his brainwashing. Sure, it was a future version of her, but he was absolutely certain that the same thing would have happened with this smaller version.
No one else would have been stupid enough to just throw that shield away and be like, "Well, I guess you should just kill me now then." That had Stephanie Grace Rogers written all over it. He had already begun to recognize her before that, though.
But her next comment made him chuckle softly. "Glad you like me this way," he said simply. "Cause I can't really go back. But now I'm worried I should watch out if somebody taller comes around." He wasn't really, but he could still tease her. "You should see how tall this one guy I kinda know can get."
That would be a talk for another time, though. Not when they were naked in bed together.
Steph laughed at Bucky's insistence that she couldn't love him more. At any other time she would've argued until her face turned blue, but not right now while they were naked in bed together for the first time. She let herself bask in the feeling of being loved by him and finally getting to act on it.
She couldn't resist teasing though. "You're right, you did go out of your way to secure a box of condoms. Are we even using them?" She was probably going to regret egging him on, but she had to do it.
At his teasing, she made a face. "I've met plenty tall guys. I don't care about them. They're not you." He might be messing with her, but she had to stress that part. That was what mattered; that she loved only him, and no one else would ever turn her head.
Maybe Bucky would show her news footage from that fight they had at the airport in Germany a while back, but he wasn't about to interrupt their time for that. That would be something for later. After they weren't a couple of virgins any more.
"Sweetheart, you have no idea how bad I want to use those condoms," he told her, chuckling softly at her teasing as he let his hand drift lightly down the side of the thigh she had hooked over his hip. "You ready to try one?" He'd gotten a third finger inside her before her last orgasm kicked off, so he knew she was fairly stretched out, but he still wasn't sure if it was enough. But Steph knew her body best, so he figured she should be the one to decide if she was ready for that step yet.
Really, Bucky wished they didn't need to use one, but he knew her concerns even if she tried to brush them aside earlier. Still, he did think of something that she might like to know for later. "There's other kinds of birth controls now, too, you know," he started, smirking at her. "Kinds you get from a doctor where you don't have to use a condom to keep from getting knocked up."
Steph blushed, but she didn't chicken out. Instead she shifted to lie on her back and tugged at Bucky so he'd move on top of her. "Maybe just a little more with your fingers first," she suggested. Partly to stretch her out some more, but also selfishly because she just liked it. (His mouth was her favorite by far though.)
She perked up at the new information he was giving her. "Really? Oh." Oh, indeed. That meant so many possibilities. "I love the future," she said with a giggle, parting her legs as he settled into place.
Then she looked up at him thoughtfully, her blush suddenly several shades fiercer. "And if we want kids? Can doctors help with that now too?" The words were out of her before she could stop herself. She couldn't help it. She'd dreamed of some miracle where Bucky turned out to be in love with her, and they married and had children. At least two. One was good, but lonely. She'd always kind of envied Bucky and Becca.
"I can do that," Bucky said, grinning as he followed her urging. He settled between her open legs but held himself up with his metal arm so he wouldn't crush her, watching her as he reached down to slip those three fingers inside of her again. But of course he did. Not only did he enjoy getting to tease and pleasure Steph like that, but Bucky was pretty sure she didn't realize just how wrapped around her finger he always had been.
Then she was bringing up kids, which he was pretty sure would have turned off most guys, but Bucky had pictured just that with her many times in his life. "We'll talk to the doctors about kids, too, yeah," his grin didn't waver as he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth while his hand worked her. "If they can keep you safe then I wouldn't mind having a couple of rugrats with you one day. Not yet, though. I want to enjoy you for a while first. And make sure my head's screwed on right."
Steph's eyes fluttered closed as Bucky slid his fingers in, whimpering at how tight they still felt. For a while she just lay there, vulnerable in a different, more intimate kind of way. It was a side of her only he had ever been allowed to see. And while she meant to be more involved in their play, she couldn't think to do much else at first, dazed by how good his fingers felt.
Eventually she loosened up, though the sensation was replaced by pleasure beginning to build up in her tiny body again. Still, she at least managed to return to their conversation this time. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything." She'd just sprung that on him, hadn't she? Thankfully he was on board with it, but it was a bit embarrassing to have jumped the gun. "I just love you so much." So much that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and to have a family if at all possible.
When her hips started to move, wanting more, she forced herself to stop, slipped her hand into his hair to pull him in for a kiss, then said, already breathless, "I think we can try now."
"You didn't pressure me at all, sweetheart," Bucky told her, smiling as he watched every expression shift on her face, and every reaction he could see in her body. "I love you, too, and I've always known I'd only have a family if it was with you." And it was something he'd imagined countless times over the years. The two of them raising kids, either in an apartment or, if he was really dreaming, in a house somewhere.
He kissed her back hungrily when she pulled him down, then groaned softly against her mouth when she said she was ready. After moving away just long enough to grab the box from the nightstand, he settled back on his knees between her open legs. For a moment, he just let his eyes take in her body and the way she was laid out for him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said simply before finally tearing into the box.
Having had no practice with condoms before, it took him a minute to get it on properly, but once he did, he lowered himself to the same position he had been in before, only instead of using his hand on her, Bucky wrapped it around himself. "Tell me if I need to stop, or pull out, or any of that, alright?" he told her as he slid the head of his cock between her wet folds, then moaned softly as he began to slowly, carefully press into her for the first time.
Steph never imagined she would feel the most beautiful while naked and flushed head to toe, nipples erect and legs spread and pussy soaking wet. But Bucky didn't only say she was, it was also clear from the hunger and love in his eyes. She basked in it, all while enjoying the gorgeous view of him kneeling between her legs. He had never looked so fine.
A strange thrill ran through her when he wrapped his hand around himself though, which she was sure just wasn't only from anticipation. Fleetingly, she wondered what he looked like pleasuring himself. Maybe she could even draw him while he did, since she wouldn't be too distracted without his mouth or hands touching her.
For now though, he was pushing his cock into her, and it was so, so tight. She whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut and her fingers curling around the sheets as she tensed up from the pain. He'd told her they could stop anytime, she only had to say the word, but she had already made up her stubborn ass not to do that—
Then he was leaning over her, lifting her arms over her head and lacing their fingers together, and, most importantly, reminding her to breathe. It was just like whenever she had an asthma attack, only that instead of rubbing her back as he told her to look at him and breathe, he was slowly pushing the length of his cock into her. Her breathing grew ragged and punctured by moans, but she breathed, and while there was pain, there was also searing pleasure. She couldn't find the words to describe it, only that she really liked it.
"Jesus, Buck," she gasped once he was fully inside her. She didn't move for a moment, just panting and looking up at him with wild eyes. "I'm okay," she assured, before he did something stupid like stop and pull out. "Definitely not a virgin anymore."
Squeezing Steph's hands, Bucky stilled once he was seated inside her, just as much for his own sake as for hers. She was just so tight and felt so good that he didn't want it to end before they really got going. "Shit, Steph," he moaned, breathing hard as he looked down at her with a blissful grin on his face. "You feel amazing, darlin. So glad I waited for you." Not that he'd ever been tempted to say screw it and hook up with anyone else, but Bucky knew to his core that no one else would have ever compared to her.
Leaning down, Bucky kissed his best friend for a long moment as they both adjusted to the new feeling of him being inside her. Eventually, Bucky groaned into the kiss as he began to move in slow, tentative thrusts, only picking up the pace when he was sure that he both wasn't about to come entirely too soon, and also she really was ready.
Pulling back enough to watch her as he moved, Bucky let go of one of her hands so he could grip her hip. "I love you so much, Steph," he told her, eyes wide as they stayed locked on her face, taking in every single expression and reaction she had. "It was only ever gonna be you."
"Me too," was all Steph could manage, but she meant it with all of her heart and everything she had. It was just a little hard to think of words — or anything else, really — with Bucky thrusting into her. He felt so good. And he looked so good, strong and confident and staring at her with both love and desire.
Her hand followed his to her hip, gripping his fingers tightly as he picked up his pace. She met his gaze with a matching expression of devotion and hunger, but she couldn't hold it for as long as she wanted; every so often he would hit a spot that made her moan loudly, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back. Sweat pooled on her skin, but she barely even noticed.
She wrapped her legs around him to push him deeper, crying out at how good it felt. She kept her hips angled that way as she held on to him, her mouth hanging open through exclamations of delight, swearing, moaning, whimpers of yes and harder, Buck, and varied sensual inflections of his name. She was probably going to pass out after this, but she didn't care. Her soldier was finally back home from the war and, good Lord, they deserved to fuck with wild abandon.
Eventually, even Bucky had to look away, groaning as he let his forehead fall to the pillow just beside Steph's head. Every time she told him to go harder or faster he did exactly as he was told. Putting Steph first was so ingrained into him that he even managed to keep doing just that in the middle of their first time in bed together.
But it wasn't like he wasn't absolutely getting his own pleasure out of it, as was evident in his ragged breathing and the way he also kept moaning her name, how much he loved her, and various curses. Bucky felt like he could keep going forever, but also like he was going to come at any moment at the same time, even though he was trying to hold himself back.
It was everything Bucky had been waiting for. During the war, before his original capture, he'd even decided that the second he got home, once it was done, he was going to confess to her and probably even propose then and there. He might be late, but he was finally done with the wars, and he had confessed, alright. The proposing, he decided, could wait for a while, though. Steph had enough to adjust to already.
Even though he wasn't physically tired, Bucky had his own sweat building up as he let out another groan. "Sweetheart, I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."
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At that point, he slid his finger inside slowly, wanting nothing more than to be able to get her off like he always imagined.
"You're so beautiful, Steph," he told her when he pulled back slightly again, watching her carefully as he began to finger her slowly.
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He wasn't done though. He proceeded to finger her, so instead of completely falling off the edge, a second wind had pushed her back to the sky. "Fuck," she gasped, glancing down her body at him with a dazed expression. He was so good. He looked so good, with his mouth wet, his metal hand gripping the inside of her thigh, and his good hand between her legs.
She sunk back into the pillows, breathing raggedly and groaning as he continued to work her. "Don't stop," she whimpered.
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"That was better than I pictured, doll," he whispered in her ear. And he had imagined what she would look like falling apart for him often.
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And he still wasn't done. Which was, well, her fault, since she'd begged him not to stop. She had also imagined him touching her this way while using her own fingers, but she realized now they had been poor substitutes. Her body jerked erratically; she hadn't thought it possible to come again so soon, yet she was feeling more and more wound up as he continued to touch and kiss her.
"Buck, baby—" She yanked his head back by the hair and desperately leaned in to capture his mouth, only to be shit at kissing, unable to really do anything more than moan loudly into his mouth.
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"I love you so much," he said against her mouth before kissing her hard. Was he trying to distract her as he worked another finger inside of her? Maybe a little. Not only did he need to work her open more before he would fit inside her, but Bucky also just liked kissing her. A lot. If it was up to him, he wouldn't stop kissing her.
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It surprised her how well she was holding up, considering the general state of her health. Some days she could barely make it up a flight of stairs without feeling like she needed another smoke. Right now, despite her heart beating so wildly it just might leap out of her chest, she felt like she could take on anything, whether it was a third finger or his huge cock.
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Bucky was sure that just how much he loved and wanted Steph was written all over his own face as he watched her. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, but that was nothing new. He had been that way since they were literal kids. "You holding up alright?" he asked, smiling before he leaned down to nip gently at her lip, his hand continuing to move.
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Probably not, in truth, but she sure wanted to do nothing else but have sex for the next couple of hours. Kissing him was incredible. Being touched and fondled and tormented with his mouth was a surprising delight. She would gladly come for him over and over, for as long as her body could take it.
"Roll us to the side? I wanna stroke you." It wasn't fair that she was the only one getting pleasured. She might not really be able to concentrate, not with how his fingers were sliding in and out of her, but she wanted to try. He should be enjoying this too.
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"Better?" he asked as his hand drifted back to where it was before they moved. Really, Bucky didn't even need her to stroke him. He was enjoying being able to please her in the first place.
But he definitely wouldn't say no to Steph doing the same for him.
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Remembering after a moment that she requested this position in the first place, she started to reach down, but a wicked, reckless thought occurred to her and she closed her hand around the one he was working her with. She kissed him again, then murmured against his mouth, "Our fingers together?" Her cheeks burned again at the suggestion, because maybe he was going to be weirded out by her secretly being so filthy, but it might be hot? She'd imagined it once, him guiding her hands as they explored her body together; since he'd dated more than she did, she'd assumed he had more experience.
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He groaned softly and asked, "Like this?" as he pulled his hand back to place it on top of hers, guiding her so a couple of her small fingers slid inside beside one of his larger ones. God, her hands were so small in his. Everything about her was small to him, though.
Except for things like that personality of hers. Her temper. Her heart. The important things. It was only physically that she was small.
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They kept at it for a while, then she pulled her wet fingers out to finally wrap them around his cock. She first smeared her wetness all over it before beginning to stroke, watching his face curiously for his reaction since she hadn't exactly been in the position to when she blew him earlier.
She tried her best to match his pace. His fingers were distracting though, and especially when she was close, again, she could do nothing else but moan and squirm and ask him to go faster.
Then she was crying out, curling into him and moving her hand to his hip so she wouldn't hurt him with her grip while she rode out the waves of her pleasure. Good Lord, did he have his whole hand in there now? She wasn't sure, only that she was having the best time, and he hadn't even been inside her yet.
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When she let go and curled into him as she peaked again, Bucky pulled his hand from her before tilting her head back so he could kiss her again and again. "I love you, Steph," he told her between kisses, the dam he'd built to hold those words back completely obliterated by that point. He was going to end up telling her that so often she would get sick of hearing it. "You're so beautiful. So amazing."
And his. Or, at least as much his as she could be. As much as he was hers, and he had always been hers.
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There was something really hot about him towering over her, something that surprised Steph because she otherwise hated being small and frail or being made to feel little. Maybe it was the thrill of there being something new to their old familiarity. Or maybe she just had a size kink. She'd never really given that much thought, since she'd only ever wanted to be with Bucky and didn't think it going to happen at all.
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No one else would have been stupid enough to just throw that shield away and be like, "Well, I guess you should just kill me now then." That had Stephanie Grace Rogers written all over it. He had already begun to recognize her before that, though.
But her next comment made him chuckle softly. "Glad you like me this way," he said simply. "Cause I can't really go back. But now I'm worried I should watch out if somebody taller comes around." He wasn't really, but he could still tease her. "You should see how tall this one guy I kinda know can get."
That would be a talk for another time, though. Not when they were naked in bed together.
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She couldn't resist teasing though. "You're right, you did go out of your way to secure a box of condoms. Are we even using them?" She was probably going to regret egging him on, but she had to do it.
At his teasing, she made a face. "I've met plenty tall guys. I don't care about them. They're not you." He might be messing with her, but she had to stress that part. That was what mattered; that she loved only him, and no one else would ever turn her head.
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"Sweetheart, you have no idea how bad I want to use those condoms," he told her, chuckling softly at her teasing as he let his hand drift lightly down the side of the thigh she had hooked over his hip. "You ready to try one?" He'd gotten a third finger inside her before her last orgasm kicked off, so he knew she was fairly stretched out, but he still wasn't sure if it was enough. But Steph knew her body best, so he figured she should be the one to decide if she was ready for that step yet.
Really, Bucky wished they didn't need to use one, but he knew her concerns even if she tried to brush them aside earlier. Still, he did think of something that she might like to know for later. "There's other kinds of birth controls now, too, you know," he started, smirking at her. "Kinds you get from a doctor where you don't have to use a condom to keep from getting knocked up."
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She perked up at the new information he was giving her. "Really? Oh." Oh, indeed. That meant so many possibilities. "I love the future," she said with a giggle, parting her legs as he settled into place.
Then she looked up at him thoughtfully, her blush suddenly several shades fiercer. "And if we want kids? Can doctors help with that now too?" The words were out of her before she could stop herself. She couldn't help it. She'd dreamed of some miracle where Bucky turned out to be in love with her, and they married and had children. At least two. One was good, but lonely. She'd always kind of envied Bucky and Becca.
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Then she was bringing up kids, which he was pretty sure would have turned off most guys, but Bucky had pictured just that with her many times in his life. "We'll talk to the doctors about kids, too, yeah," his grin didn't waver as he leaned down to kiss her on the mouth while his hand worked her. "If they can keep you safe then I wouldn't mind having a couple of rugrats with you one day. Not yet, though. I want to enjoy you for a while first. And make sure my head's screwed on right."
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Eventually she loosened up, though the sensation was replaced by pleasure beginning to build up in her tiny body again. Still, she at least managed to return to their conversation this time. "Sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything." She'd just sprung that on him, hadn't she? Thankfully he was on board with it, but it was a bit embarrassing to have jumped the gun. "I just love you so much." So much that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and to have a family if at all possible.
When her hips started to move, wanting more, she forced herself to stop, slipped her hand into his hair to pull him in for a kiss, then said, already breathless, "I think we can try now."
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He kissed her back hungrily when she pulled him down, then groaned softly against her mouth when she said she was ready. After moving away just long enough to grab the box from the nightstand, he settled back on his knees between her open legs. For a moment, he just let his eyes take in her body and the way she was laid out for him. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said simply before finally tearing into the box.
Having had no practice with condoms before, it took him a minute to get it on properly, but once he did, he lowered himself to the same position he had been in before, only instead of using his hand on her, Bucky wrapped it around himself. "Tell me if I need to stop, or pull out, or any of that, alright?" he told her as he slid the head of his cock between her wet folds, then moaned softly as he began to slowly, carefully press into her for the first time.
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A strange thrill ran through her when he wrapped his hand around himself though, which she was sure just wasn't only from anticipation. Fleetingly, she wondered what he looked like pleasuring himself. Maybe she could even draw him while he did, since she wouldn't be too distracted without his mouth or hands touching her.
For now though, he was pushing his cock into her, and it was so, so tight. She whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut and her fingers curling around the sheets as she tensed up from the pain. He'd told her they could stop anytime, she only had to say the word, but she had already made up her stubborn ass not to do that—
Then he was leaning over her, lifting her arms over her head and lacing their fingers together, and, most importantly, reminding her to breathe. It was just like whenever she had an asthma attack, only that instead of rubbing her back as he told her to look at him and breathe, he was slowly pushing the length of his cock into her. Her breathing grew ragged and punctured by moans, but she breathed, and while there was pain, there was also searing pleasure. She couldn't find the words to describe it, only that she really liked it.
"Jesus, Buck," she gasped once he was fully inside her. She didn't move for a moment, just panting and looking up at him with wild eyes. "I'm okay," she assured, before he did something stupid like stop and pull out. "Definitely not a virgin anymore."
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Leaning down, Bucky kissed his best friend for a long moment as they both adjusted to the new feeling of him being inside her. Eventually, Bucky groaned into the kiss as he began to move in slow, tentative thrusts, only picking up the pace when he was sure that he both wasn't about to come entirely too soon, and also she really was ready.
Pulling back enough to watch her as he moved, Bucky let go of one of her hands so he could grip her hip. "I love you so much, Steph," he told her, eyes wide as they stayed locked on her face, taking in every single expression and reaction she had. "It was only ever gonna be you."
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Her hand followed his to her hip, gripping his fingers tightly as he picked up his pace. She met his gaze with a matching expression of devotion and hunger, but she couldn't hold it for as long as she wanted; every so often he would hit a spot that made her moan loudly, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back. Sweat pooled on her skin, but she barely even noticed.
She wrapped her legs around him to push him deeper, crying out at how good it felt. She kept her hips angled that way as she held on to him, her mouth hanging open through exclamations of delight, swearing, moaning, whimpers of yes and harder, Buck, and varied sensual inflections of his name. She was probably going to pass out after this, but she didn't care. Her soldier was finally back home from the war and, good Lord, they deserved to fuck with wild abandon.
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But it wasn't like he wasn't absolutely getting his own pleasure out of it, as was evident in his ragged breathing and the way he also kept moaning her name, how much he loved her, and various curses. Bucky felt like he could keep going forever, but also like he was going to come at any moment at the same time, even though he was trying to hold himself back.
It was everything Bucky had been waiting for. During the war, before his original capture, he'd even decided that the second he got home, once it was done, he was going to confess to her and probably even propose then and there. He might be late, but he was finally done with the wars, and he had confessed, alright. The proposing, he decided, could wait for a while, though. Steph had enough to adjust to already.
Even though he wasn't physically tired, Bucky had his own sweat building up as he let out another groan. "Sweetheart, I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."
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