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

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?"

Edited 2026-01-06 15:10 (UTC)

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.

Steph blushed. "I didn't think I would be either. You bring it outta me, I guess. I told you, you make me feel pretty." And how could she not, when Bucky was willing and eager to kiss and touch every part of her? When he wanted to mark her, cover her in her cum, make her his in all the ways possible? When he admitted to getting off to thoughts of her, hell she'd been right there watching him jerk off to the view of her naked, sticky body? Hell yeah, she was going to let him take how many and whatever pictures he wanted.

She was momentarily distracted by his attempts to take photos of them with the front camera, reaching for the phone to gawk at how she could see themselves on it like a mirror. Then she giggled, because now they were both sticky and messy. "This is nothing like our old pictures," she remarked, amused. Being naked and coated in cum aside, their size difference was obvious in how he filled the frame and she was a wisp next to him.

Bucky pulled back again then, setting his phone aside as he brought his good hand up to rest on her cheek. "I've always thought you were pretty, Steph," he said, grinning softly as he looked down into her bright blue eyes. "Beautiful, even."

But he chuckled softly as he leaned down to kiss her again. "Our old pictures used to take forever to get developed, yeah," he said simply, then pulled back to smirk at her. "And you tended to wear clothes in them." He was glad that they didn't have to send photos off to be developed anymore, though, because Bucky didn't think he would have wanted to let anyone else see his gorgeous girl in all her glory.

"So did you," Steph shot back with a laugh, tugging Bucky closer by the hair so she could kiss him slowly. "I like you better without them," she murmured into his mouth.

Did he really only intend to make her come this time? It seemed such a shame when they could do it together. She clambered into his lap then, groaning softly as she felt some soreness when she maneuvered to spread her legs and wrap them around his thick waist.

Bucky grinned as she climbed into his lap, then wrapped his arms tightly around her middle and held onto her as he stood up, easily lifting her with him. "I like you better without yours, too," he said simply. "But I'll take you any way I can get you."

Shifting one arm under her ass to hold her up, he let go of her with the other one so he could pick up the box of condoms, then carried her to the bathroom. "Sweetheart, if we don't get in the shower soon the come's gonna dry and get itchy as hell," he told her simply before setting her and the box on the countertop, then moving to get the shower started for them.

Another thing Steph never thought she would end up liking so much: being carried around. Oh, she still hated the idea of being treated like glass when it came to everyday living, for while she had health issues, it wasn't like she was utterly useless. She lived and breathed and worked (or at least she used to work) like any other person.

When it came to sex though, Bucky could pick her up whichever way anytime he wanted. Carry her, throw her over his shoulder, set her down on countertops — if it was in the context of sex, then by all means, she liked it. So she let him do the honors, content to just ogle him as he got the shower ready for them.

Then she took out a packet from
the box of condoms, tore it open with her teeth, and waited for him to walk back up to her. "Here, let me," she offered, all confident even if her only experience with condoms was watching him put one on the night before.

Bucky didn't come back to Steph until the water was running good and warm, and he didn't argue when she said she wanted to put the condom on him. Instead, he just groaned softly as she put it on, then leaned in to give her another kiss.

"Good news," he started, smirking as he scooped her up again, then carried her over and into the shower. "We don't have to rush. Showers stay hot a hell of a lot longer than they used to."

Which was handy, because Bucky definitely wanted to take his time not only making love to her in the shower, but also getting her clean once they were done with that. Which shouldn't be surprising, because he seemed to want to take his time doing most things with her instead of just rushing through everything.

Steph looped her arms around Bucky's neck and her legs around his waist. The water was nice and warm, but he ran hot enough that it was extra toasty being with him in the shower. It would've been super relaxing if not for being naked and the promise of fucking.

She watched the water flatten his hair, remembering the times they'd gone swimming or dumped water on their heads to stave off the sweltering summer heat. But the water kept flowing, and she suddenly found herself imagining how she might look if he came on the top of her head and let his cum trickle down her face. It would be so messy, and it might get in her eyes, but it would be so hot—

She squirmed. "Are you coming on me again?" The water would wash it straight off, but it didn't mean that he couldn't, right?

Bucky couldn't help laughing as he pinned Steph between the shower wall and his body. "You sure seem like you're developing a real big thing for me coming all over you, baby," he told her with a smirk. It wasn't a complaint in the slightest, just what seemed to be a fact.

Shifting his hips a bit as he held her in place, Bucky let his cock drag against Steph. "We can do that if you want, but I was kinda hoping to come in you instead of on you."

Maybe once she started seeing modern doctors about the various things she could get on something that would let them toss the condoms, then it wouldn't have to be as much of an either-or decision. Plus, if she liked it on her skin so much, maybe she'd like actually having him fill her.

"Hey, at least I'm catching a good thing, for once," Steph said with an echoing laugh and an extra flush to her cheeks. She wasn't ashamed to let him know she was into him, but she wasn't going to let him be insufferable about it either. They were still best of friends, after all, and they still had to give each other shit.

But her ability for witty banter seemed to fly out the window the moment he dragged his cock against her, the sweet friction drawing a ragged moan out of her. Fuck, and he was holding her up against the shower wall like it was no big deal. "In me then," she conceded easily, because sure, she might be developing a real big thing for him coming all over her, but he wanted to come in her so he was going to, dammit.

It had taken them a while last night to get his cock in because it had been her first time, but she hoped it wouldn't take too long now since she was already pretty worked up from everything they did in the bedroom.

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

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idk what happened but ANYWAY

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