dysmorphics | it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

Steph didn't need to tell Bucky not to stop, because he hadn't been planning on it. But it did feel good to hear her beg like that, and he also liked all the pet names that were coming out of her mouth. Not to mention the way she moaned his actual name. (Bucky, not James. Never James.)

But keep going, he did. His hands were all but kneading at her ass since he loved the feeling of being able to grope at her like that. He would have probably been doing something similar to her breasts if it wouldn't have been such an awkward angle from below her the way he was.

And when she held herself open a bit more for him, he took the opportunity to press his tongue that much further into her. He would never understand why he'd hear guys in the past talking about how they'd never do this for their girls, because Bucky? He loved it. The taste of her, the way she moved over him, the way he could take her apart with just his mouth, it was all things he would definitely encourage revisiting again and again.

However, when Steph's hand moved to grip and tug at his hair he moaned against her, learning in that moment that he liked when she did that. Then, when she came hard because of him, releasing that additional rush of wetness onto his tongue and--lets be honest here--his face, he moaned again. With Steph, he didn't mind the mess. He liked it, even. A lot. But he suspected that he would get as messy or dirty with Stephanie Rogers as she wanted him to.

How much he enjoyed everything they'd been doing was even evident in the way his cock kept twitching and leaking in his pants. Bucky hadn't even touched it, hardly even thought about it as he lapped at her folds and sucked gently at her clit, teasing her through her orgasm. And he wasn't in a rush to touch it, because he was pretty sure she had him so thoroughly turned on and worked up that he wouldn't last long if it was given any attention.

Steph felt the mess rather than saw it, the inside of her thighs feeling slicker as her juices spilled onto the lower half of his face and maybe even down his neck. She was mortified for a second — then Bucky promptly took her mind off that by lapping at her as if he was a man dying of thirst in a desert.

"Fuck, Buck. That's so hot," she gasped breathlessly, before whimpering again as he moved to suck on her clit. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed their reflection on the mirror of Cap's vanity, but she couldn't see far enough to make anything out except the broad strokes of their bodies' shapes: his a flat line on the bed, hers a bit curved with her back arched slightly and her head tipped back.

"Bucky, baby," she said almost regretfully after a minute of enjoying how his tongue had gone back to licking slowly between her folds, "if you don't stop I'm gonna come again." She didn't want to stop, but she'd been sated enough to realize that it wouldn't be fair to keep going like this.

She tugged at his hair and looked down at him. "H-Hey." She was breathing hard, but after last night, they knew it was nothing to worry about. Seized by a wild thought, she suddenly decided, "Come in my mouth and spill on my breasts. I wanna be wet too."

Bucky didn't release her until that additional pull at his hair, and then it was with a groan and another squeeze of her ass. "You sure?" he asked, smirking up at her, his head still framed by her legs. His natural hand finally let go of her, but it was just so he could move it to slide one of his thick fingers into her, then threw some of Steph's own words back at her. "Cause I could do this all day. Just keep you in bed and make you come over and over." It didn't matter if he got off or not.

But damn the image she painted was a good one. There was definitely something about the image of covering her with his come that he enjoyed. Especially because Steph was the one who suggested it.

"But if that's what you want, guess I won't complain." Steph weighed roughly three pounds, so it took nothing for him to lift her off of him and set her on the bed so he could get up. "You realize I'll do pretty much anything you ask me to, right?"

With that, he stripped off his clothes (pausing to wipe at his face with his shirt that needed to be washed now anyway) and climbed back onto the bed. He got Steph settled so she was sitting up against the pillows, then moved so he was straddling her, one knee on either side of her hips as he gripped his hard cock and rubbed the tip over her lips. "I don't think I'll last long right now anyway, sweetheart."

Steph nearly caved and begged Bucky to do just that, to keep her in bed and make her come over and over, when he slipped his finger into her. She ground against his hand immediately, and it was clear from the expression on her face that she had to make herself stop. "I'm sure," she answered breathlessly, sounding definitely not sure. She looked down at his face again — at his wet, glistening, messy face — and found the resolve to say, "Later. After we go shopping. We can check off making me come while still in my clothes and go from there."

God, if her Ma heard any of this she would probably be rolling in her grave. But Steph couldn't help it. She lusted after Bucky just as much as she loved him. That, and she was beginning to get addicted to having sex. She enjoyed foreplay, she enjoyed her orgasms, she enjoyed watching and feeling him come.

"You missed a spot," she said as he positioned her on the bed, reaching up to grab him by the hair and pull him down just enough so she could lick the side of his neck. She pulled back before she distracted him, however, and as he shifted to straddle her hips, trapping her between his body and the pillows, it was her turn to run her hands up his thick thighs then round back to his squeeze his ass before settling on a loose grip on the side of his thighs.

Her eyes were transfixed once more on his cock, large and thick and heavy and had somehow managed to fit inside her the night before. It would somehow fit inside her mouth now. She sucked greedily on the tip as soon as he offered it, but when he said he might not last long she stopped, backing down. She peered up at him then, one of her wicked ideas shining in her eyes. "Hold my head, baby. Pull me in or push yourself in, I don't care. I want you a little rough. I can take it."

Without giving him a chance to protest, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock in, but not so deeply this time because she wanted him to decide how hard he'd go, how deeply he'd push. She hoped he would last a while. She wanted to be wet and sore when he finished, because what she really wanted was to submit to him while she challenged and fought everyone else. And this, to her, was submission. Letting him have his way with her body, eagerly and without hesitation, like the good little wife she wanted to be for him.

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Bucky moaned when she wrapped her mouth around him, then nodded when she pulled off long enough to tell him how she wanted it. A little rough, he could probably do for her. A little.

When she took him in again, he stretched out his metal hand to hold onto the headboard, not wanting to risk accidentally squeezing her too hard with it. His other hand, however, slid into her hair and gripped at it, a little more than gently but still not quite rough. He kept his eyes, still dilated with lust, on her as he pressed further into her mouth, testing how far he could go. It wasn't that far, but it was far enough for Bucky.

And then he started to move his hips. Slowly at first, and carefully so he wouldn't give her more than she could handle. "You're so damn hot, sweetheart," Bucky moaned out as he watched the way his cock slid in and out of her mouth, and enjoyed the feeling of her hands on him. "You can squeeze or scratch or whatever, sweetheart. If you need me to stop, just slap my leg or something."

With that, he began to pick up his pace, groaning variations of her name, pet names, how much he loved her, and how good she felt as he fucked into her face. Every once in a while, he accidentally pushed a little further in and, at the feeling of her gagging around him, he pulled back to let her catch her breath, apologizing.

The fingers of his metal hand may or may not be putting indents in the headboard.

Though muffled by Bucky's cock in her mouth, Steph definitely moaned when he gripped her hair; he wasn't the only one who liked that, apparently, and it met her criteria of 'a little rough'. Having already tried taking him in this way the night before, she at least had some idea what to expect, so she kept her jaw as wide as she could, not wanting to hurt him with her teeth.

Her gaze flitted between his face and his cock as he moved, happy to see that he was enjoying himself, and marveling at how aroused she was by the crude sight of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It wasn't comfortable, no, and there were times he pushed too far that she gagged, but still she felt herself getting wet again — and not just from the drool she couldn't stop from trickling out of her mouth.

She dug her fingers into the flesh of his thighs for purchase, wanting to provide that piece of resistance so that it felt even better for him whenever he thrust into her mouth. Yeah baby that's it, fuck my mouth, fuck my face, Buck you're so hot like this, I'm all yours do whatever you want, I love you so much, shit you're making me wet again, she'd have said if she could speak, but she couldn't, not really, so she just moaned and whimpered until she gagged and he withdrew with an apology.

"No, no, keep going baby, I'm fine," she gasped, even as she reached up to massage her jaw and open and close her mouth for a moment. "God you're so fucking hot."

Bucky decided to trust that Steph knew her own limits in this situation, and Bucky knew how to watch for signs of her pushing herself too far anyway. So, he nodded, gave her hair another tug, and pushed back into her open, waiting mouth.

"I'm really not gonna last much longer, Steph," he told her through heavy breaths once he got back up to the pace he had been moving at earlier. Everything about the small woman felt like absolute heaven to him, and he'd already been so incredibly turned on from the way she rode his face earlier that, even during the activity, he'd half wondered if he would come in his pants like a teenager.

He hadn't, thankfully.

As it was, it only took a handful more thrusts before he cried out her name, warned that he was going to come, and then began to shoot into her mouth. But he'd remembered what she'd said she wanted, and after the first couple of spurts he tugged her off so he could point his cock towards her breasts, shooting the rest of his spend there instead. "So fucking hot, sweetheart. Fuck."

Steph thought she felt Bucky's cock pulse right before it spilled its warm contents into the back of her mouth. Then her mouth was free, though not empty, and she moaned audibly as he unloaded the rest of it on her body, as she'd wanted.

Fuck, what a mess. But a fucking hot mess, as he'd so eloquently exclaimed. She sat on the bed staring up at him with wild eyes, incredibly turned on by all that he just did, but especially by how he finished. Her hair was disheveled again from the tugging, her pale skin flushed and sweaty, her neck and the inside of her thighs marked with love bites and beard burns, and she was covered in his cum. It was in her mouth, on her tongue, on her lips and spilling down her chin and throat, and on her chest, like he'd generously poured lotion over her breasts to lather over her small torso. She was a mess, yet she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world then, marked by the man she loved in a very intimate way.

She worked some life back into her jaw, then swallowed carefully, taking care not to lick her lips just yet. "I wanna see how I look," she told him with a shy smile, glancing at the mirror on the vanity. A handheld mirror would've worked just fine but she hadn't noticed that Cap had any.

"You look like a mess," Bucky said, laughing softly as he breathed hard. It was a happy laugh, though. Because never in his life did he actually think he'd see Steph covered in his come. (Anyone's come, really. Though anyone else's would have pissed him off.)

"But, if you want to see that bad I can either move you to a mirror or take a picture. Or drag her big mirror over here." He'd do that for her if she wanted, dammit. He'd do anything for her. "You look so hot that it's tempting to add to it." He did have supersoldier stamina, after all. But he knew she didn't.

Steph had always felt insecure about her appearance, but a night of sex with Bucky and now this seemed to have healed a good part of that. His opinion was really all that mattered to her, and she really felt that he meant every word of it. (She definitely still felt sore from last night, and now the insides of her thighs weren't letting her forget he'd marked her up there at her request.)

So, yes, she felt pretty enough for a picture, even while covered in his cum. Especially while covered in his cum. "If you don't mind moving the big mirror, and a picture too, please," she said, shy and sensual at the same time. She just didn't know yet that he could take pictures instantaneously now.

But if there was anything hotter than Bucky willing to bend over backwards (even literally) to give her what she wanted, it was him telling her what he wanted. Could he tell from the look on her face how turned on she was that he wanted more? "Fuck, yes, baby," she agreed almost immediately, her expression a little dazed, like when she would orgasm. "I just need to rest my mouth for a bit, but you can finish in it?"

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Bucky, still sitting on the bed with one knee on either side of Steph, couldn't help smirking a little ass he continued to look her over. The sight of her like that really was something special, and the fact that she liked it enough that she wanted to see it was even better.

Without moving away, he reached down, gripped his still-hard cock in his good hand, and started stroking right in front of her. Slowly to begin with. "Sweetheart," he started with a soft moan, "I've jerked myself thinking about you more times in my life than you can imagine." Pretty much as soon as he started jerking off it was set to thoughts of his best friend. What she was doing in those thoughts might have changed frequently, but she tended to be the star of the show.

He stopped only to spit into his hand before going back to what he was doing, but picking up speed. "If your mouth's tired I don't need it. I can just jerk off to you lookin' hot as hell and covered in my come. Add some more before I take your picture like this."

Steph's eyes widened when she realized that Bucky was just going to jerk himself off, not because it was a surprise that he would, but because watching him do so was also part of her list. She licked her lips as she watched his hand stroke his cock, groaning when she tasted himself there.

She peered back up at his face when he declared he'd jerked off to thoughts of her, and beamed. "Really?" She leaned forward, resting her hands just above his knees. "What did you think about?"

She thought of him too, when she'd touched herself, but she would let him talk about his fantasies first. As he did, she raked her blunt nails up his thigh slowly, sensually, then down, then up again, inching inward.

Bucky's smirk widened a bit even though his flush deepened. Really, he should have expected her to ask that. This was Steph, after all.

"I'm not as creative as you are, gorgeous," Bucky said before pausing to bite his lip for a moment, catching his breath as his hand continued to move. "But- But pretty much everything I hear a man and woman could do together I pictured with you."

By that point Bucky was leaking pretty steadily again, and he'd use it for extra slickness as he continued to stroke himself, his wrist twisting a bit at the head as he jerked himself over her. "What it'd feel like to bend you over and fuck you hard, or make love to you slow. How hot your mouth would be. Sinking my fingers into you while I got my mouth all over you. Sucking and biting at your nipples while you rode me. There was a lot."

After a low groan he locked his eyes on hers again. "I told you, I've been in love with you forever."

Not that Steph had any reason to doubt him, but she also recognized one telltale sign that Bucky wasn't lying: the way he stroked himself. He knew exactly what to do, how to hold his cock, what made him feel good, which meant he really had done this many times before. That thrilled her.

"We haven't done two of those," she noted. Granted, they'd only met yesterday and started fucking the night before, but it was good to keep those things in mind since she liked being able to give him what he wanted too.

Maybe they should just stay in bed and make love all day. Shopping could wait, since she wouldn't need clothes if she wasn't going out anyway.

"I thought of you whenever I touched myself too," she admitted, continuing to let her fingers roam on his thighs. She only wasn't reaching further because she didn't want to disrupt him or spill the cum pooled on her chest if she moved too much. And while her jaw still felt a little stiff, she could use her mouth for other things, like talking. "Then I would sketch what I imagined and need to get off again."

"We'll get to them, baby. We've got time to do both our lists, and find other things, too," Bucky said before his head dipped forward more and his eyes slid closed. "Damn, I wish I could see those sketches, though."

Bucky's breathing was getting more ragged, the grip of his metal hand on the headboard tightened enough that it definitely left a dent in the wood, and even his abs were starting to visibly tense off and on. "Steph, sweetheart, I'm gettin' real close here," he warned with a moan and opened his eyes to look at her again. The irises were almost gone, they were so dilated. "You want it on your tits again? Mouth? Face? Wherever you want it, baby."

"I'll sketch one while we rest and after you show me our mess," Steph promised. That was precisely what she wanted to put to paper: Bucky coming on her, though with her cum still on his face too. Sure, she could draw them kissing or when he first put his cock into her, but all other couples probably did those. This was them being weird and horny and loving every moment of it.

She heard the headboard creak and though she couldn't turn to look without ruining the work of art he'd left on her body earlier, she had an inkling what it meant and was turned on by the mere thought of him liking this so much he lost some control of himself. She had a good view of his abs and face and cock though, and though he hadn't touched her since they started this round, she was wet and squirming beneath him.

Shit, he was making her decide right now? Unable to think of anything particularly creative because of the time pressure, she chose messy. "Aim for my lips like you're making me drink." She would taste, but she would let it spill, spill, spill, down her chin and throat and chest. "And maybe a little more on my tits too."

That was really all Bucky needed to hear. His abs tensed again as he moaned out Steph's name and some curses as he began to spill, letting the first couple spurts land on her breasts before shifting his aim to her mouth like she wanted. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.

But, then, all of the hottest things he'd ever seen had been in the last 24 hours.

"Christ, Steph," he groaned out, staring at her with wide eyes as he began to come down from his orgasm. In all the years he'd imagined the two of them in bed together, he never actually thought she would seem so into being covered in his come. But he sure as shit liked that she was.

His breathing was rough as he let go of himself and the headboard, then leaned over to pick up his phone where it was charging on the bedside table. It took no time for him to get a few photos on it of his gorgeous, sticky girlfriend. "Here," he said, turning the phone around to show her the screen. "I'll still drag the mirror over if you want me to, but you can see here, too. Holy shit that's hot, sweetheart."

Steph moaned at the rush of warm liquid on her breasts, and, shortly after, into her half-open mouth, while some bits landed on her shoulders and neck as he brought his cock closer to her head. But because Steph's mouth was tiny and Bucky's cock was a wild thing, his cum ended up covering the area around her mouth, like hers had when she sat on his face. Then she tilted her face up just a fraction, in the same way as when he'd help her drink out of a cup while she was sick, and his cum spilled over her lips to her cheeks and chin and throat, even trickling onto her hair.

Her eyes were just as wide and wild when their gazes met, and she was breathing hard, despite his cum being the only thing that had touched her. If he continued on and spilled on her a third time she would probably come too without him ever having laid a finger or tongue on her.

She didn't dare move, just lay there in a daze as she waited for him to get up to grab the mirror and his camera. But after a moment he was showing her his little box thing and... wait, already? The picture was ready?

Stunned, she reached up with shaking fingers to pull the device closer to her face. There it was, her picture, in unbelievable detail after practically an instant. Her amazement at the technology quickly took a back seat, however, as she looked the photo over.

She was a mess. She looked like she'd also just orgasmed, her eyes half-closed and her mouth half-open as though she was still moaning. The hickeys on her neck were blatant reminders of their lovemaking the night before. Most importantly, his cum was practically everywhere. "I'm covered in you," she marveled, her voice still thick with desire. "Fuck, that is so hot."

She gently pushed the phone back toward him as she met his gaze again. "Can you take another one? And include my thighs?" As she asked, she shifted to pull her legs out from under him, stretching them wide to the sides instead. Open thighs meant her also wet pussy was on display too, but she felt too pretty and maybe even a little high to be self-conscious about it.

Bucky chuckled low. "Sweetheart, this era makes it real easy to find and watch porn, but you covered in my come is the hottest thing I've ever seen." He would have chosen her over any porn person anyway, but that was beside the point. "This stupid serum I got gave me a lot of stamina and endurance, you know. Maybe one day I'll keep you in bed, just making you come over and over. Then maybe another day we'll have to see how many times I can come on you before I can't any more."

It wasn't something they'd have to do, but god, that would be hot. And such a fucking mess.

"In the meantime, I can take as many pictures as you want. This thing doesn't have film to run out of." So, he held the phone up again and started taking various pictures, ranging from closeups on her wet face and breasts, to her marked thighs and displayed pussy, to full bodyshots and everything in between. Once he was done he handed the phone back to her and told her how to flip through his new favorite set of photos ever taken.

Steph groaned at the ideas Bucky was planting in her head. "If you come on me one more time before we clean up I'm gonna come too without you even touching me," she admitted breathlessly, squirming where she sat as if he needed proof for what she was saying. Her coming over and over would be amazing. But him coming on her until he was spent? Probably the hottest thing ever.

She blushed when he took more photos of her, but it wasn't shame. It just dawned on her that she liked the idea of posing for him, which never really occurred to her because she was the artist and, if anything, he would be posing for her. "Thank you," she said suddenly, more serious and shy than her playful mood just a moment ago. "You just... you make me feel beautiful."

Among other things.

Once he was done, she sat up straighter and shifted to a cross-legged position so they could look at the pictures together. That sent his cum trickling down her body, as she didn't bother wiping any of it away; a few drops even dripped from her still erect nipples. Maybe it was a good thing they hadn't yet changed the sheets from last night.

"This is so hot," she said again, even squirming as they flipped through the photos. She wasn't curvy and her tits weren't large, but fuck, covered in his cum, it didn't matter. She was his, it said so right there, on her skin.

She swiped back to the very first picture, the one she almost hadn't been aware he'd taken. "Do I also look like that when I come?" she asked, curious.

Bucky groaned again as he watched his come run down her body. Maybe it was some ancient caveman part of his brain that enjoyed seeing Steph so thoroughly marked as his, covered with not only his come, but marks on her neck and thighs he'd left with his mouth as well, but damn he liked it. And he had photographic evidence he could go back to at any time. "You are beautiful, Steph. You always are."

As they looked through the pictures, he definitely agreed that they were hot as hell, but instead of saying so out loud, he waited until she got back to that first picture. "Mostly like that, yeah," he said, smirking as he brought up a hand to push her hair back over her shoulder. "You squirm when you come, though. Can't see that in the picture."

He leaned over and started to press open-mouthed kisses to the exposed side of her neck then, not even slightly bothered by tasting his own spend on her skin. "If you want to come again before we go anywhere today, I could always hold you up and fuck you in the shower while we get clean."

Steph sighed contentedly when Bucky started kissing her again, tilting her head so he had more skin to nip and tease. If he wanted to mark her some more, she wasn't going to stop him. She never would. He could mark her anywhere, anytime, and she would be happy to let him.

Then he suggested fucking in the shower and he could practically see her body tense up in anticipation. "You're devious and I love you," she told him with a ragged moan. She couldn't say no even if she wanted to anyway, not with how he'd already worked her up by coming on her.

She glanced at the phone. "Too bad we can't take pictures in the shower. Can we take a few more now, before we go?" Sure, she could sketch them later — and she will be sketching them later — but she wondered if maybe they could manage some pictures of them kissing and groping each other or something like that.

Bucky wasn't even trying to mark her up more in that moment. He was just enjoying the fact that he could kiss her and touch her however he wanted, after waiting almost a century to be with her. "I love you, too, Steph," he whispered into her ear before nipping at the edge of her lobe with his teeth.

"What else do you want pictures of, sweetheart?" he asked as he kissed his way to her mouth, then wrapped his arms around her to pull her body against his, not caring in the slightest if he ended up just as sticky with his come as she was.

"This," Steph groaned as they kissed. She'd thought of using the blanket to clean herself up a little since it was within reach, but Bucky had no qualms whatsover about tasting or being coated in his own cum. "Naked, kissing. Messy and hot as hell." She had no idea how anyone went about taking pictures of themselves while having sex, but if they all had cameras as small and advanced as his, surely someone else had also thought to do so?

"Or just more of me, while you touch me. So you don't have to imagine while you jerk off and I'm not around for you to look at," she teased. Not that she planned on going anywhere without him. He'd even already suggested having sex in the shower, so bathing together was actually an option too. But it was also just hot to think about him poring over her naked photos and getting turned on.

Bucky groaned into the kiss before breaking it with a soft chuckle. "Gotta admit, Steph," he said, nipping at her lip before pulling back. "For some reason I never thought you'd be into things like that."

He liked it though. He knew she'd usually avoided pictures, for the most part. (Even more since she got the serum, it seemed, but she never seemed overly fond of them before, either.) But somehow, in his situation, she felt confident enough to ask him to take pictures of her.

"Hang on, there's some kind of way..." Bucky started, then picked the phone back up and started fiddling with the camera app. He was an old man, after all. He wasn't the best with tech, so it took him a minute to get the front-facing camera turned on. Then he held the phone out to the side before leaning in to kiss Steph hard once more, and hit the picture button several times, just sort of hoping that he got one good enough for her.

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this is the closest i got to a matching one XD

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