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

"You can't tell me I'm your only friend," Steph teased. Oh, she'd noticed that since coming home from the war Bucky had become moody and withdrawn, but figured that over time he would find his footing in the world again. He never had trouble making friends. He'd been popular and well-liked long before he was a war hero. Growing up she'd often wondered why he stuck around her when he had so many options.

But if he didn't want to go anywhere she was more than happy with that. "I'm gonna have to make sure you enjoy your last night as a bachelor then," she teased further, grinning against his lips. "Can't get us better booze, but I can improvise on the entertainment."

Kissing him back, she slowly herded him back toward where they'd been dining and into one of the chairs. She straddled his lap, though she was careful not to do so with her full weight as the chair might not be able to hold them both. She'd never actually done this before, not even during her many years in the future, but she knew what to do on principle at least.

"I don't think my co-workers count. I don't do shit with them unless I'm forced to." Even then, it was rare that they managed to drag him anywhere, and he always left as early as he could get away. It wasn't like he could use alcohol to relax with them or anything, anyway.

Steph, on the other hand, was his best friend. They might have had to force him to go to the bar or wherever, but it didn't take more than a gentle nudge from Steph for Bucky to follow her to the chair.

He sat and placed his hands on her hips, grinning up at her. "You got something in mind, beautiful?"

Grinning, Steph started to undo Bucky's tie. The motion was purely from muscle memory, since it wasn't like she'd had to help anyone with their tie in the recent years.

"You never did get a proper homecoming, did you, Sarge?" For sure he had even more women lining up to date him than when they were younger, and without being joined at the hip with a certain tiny blonde they probably thought they finally stood a chance. The joke was on them.

She didn't get any sort of homecoming from the war either, just Fury's dumb idea of easing her into the future via a little roleplaying (she'd apologized to the poor agent for the scare), after which she went to visit Bucky's grave. She then spent days crying and destroying punching bags at the gym, and only when she didn't feel like jumping off a bridge and drowning herself anymore did she visit Becca and Peggy.

Over the years, Steph had helped Bucky with his tie countless times. Usually it was straightening it for him, sometimes putting it on him, and rarely taking it off for him. The help getting it off was usually if she helped him get home (either to his place or hers) when he was sick or occasionally drunk.

None of those times had been with her straddling his lap and looking at him like that.

"I got offers," Bucky began, letting his hands slide down Steph's thighs in those--God he had a hard time thinking of them as pants. They really were more like thick pantyhose or smooth long johns--pants, then back up to her hips again. "But I didn't want any of them. Just you."

Instead of leaving Bucky's tie to hang over his shoulders, Steph pulled the whole thing off and tossed it aside. Then she slipped her fingers underneath the straps of his suspenders, running them up and down idly as they talked. (She squirmed a little whenever he slid his palms along her thighs and did a poor job hiding it.)

"Can't blame them for trying," she said, now with a touch more color on her cheeks. She was no prude, but she'd never done this before, and she didn't want to mess things up because she wanted this to be special for him. "Dumb of me not to. I've thought about it so many times, but I didn't want to risk losing you."

Bucky noticed Steph's squirming. Of course he did. That's why he smirked just a little as he moved one of his hands to rest on top of her thigh, his thumb brushing lightly over what could just barely be considered her inner thigh. "Steph, being scared of losing you is the only reason I never asked you on an official date."

When you thought about it (and Bucky had, many times over the years), the way Bucky and Steph spent their days and evenings together most of the time could have easily been seen as dates. But, Bucky didn't think Steph was interested in him, so he never let himself too hard about that. Really, though, the only thing they were missing to become official dates would have been kissing.

They were both idiots. Hell, here they were, a couple hours into being a couple and they already had plans to get married the next day. Guess they were just... extremely all or nothing.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Sure, there were plenty of basic ideas he had, things about he he'd always wanted to see, or things he wanted to do with her, but he was sure she had some ideas, too. Plus, hey, maybe she learned some other things in the future.

Either way, he was incredibly easy when it came to Steph Rogers.

"I've never done any of this before, so just... tell me if you want something."

A small, insecure part of Steph wanted to doubt that Bucky had never been with anyone before, after all he'd dated quite a bit and he'd been in the Army. Yet she had been with him in the Army, and as odd as it seemed, he'd never been one of those who disappeared during their downtime with anyone, unless you counted Steph. And so what if he did? She had no right to be upset about it since they hadn't been together then.

Besides, what mattered was that they were getting married tomorrow, and they were together now.

So she just unclipped his suspenders and smiled at him. "Whatever you've wanted to do with me." Then, suddenly shy, she ducked her head and worked on unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the one on the collar. "I've never done this before either. The one I wanted never offered. I love him though."

Bucky had often thought people were stupid for not realizing just how beautiful Steph was. It didn't matter that she was small and scrawny, or that she didn't smile all the time and got defensive. It mattered that when she did smile, Bucky thought it could light up a room. Or that even though she couldn't see blues right, that didn't change the fact that they were as blue as the sky over the Atlantic on a warm day. Or that she wasn't just defensive for her own sake, she'd jump to the defense of anyone that she thought needed it, even though she was tiny compared to most people.

And her eyes and smile were still the same for him now, she was just in a taller, curvier body. He didn't want her any more or less because of her new body. He just wanted her.

"I'm offering now," he told her, his own face turning a bit red as he grinned. He was fairly certain that he had more layers of clothes on than Steph did, so he didn't go trying to strip her just yet--even though he really wanted to see and feel her naked against him. Instead, he just let the fingers on her hip drift slightly under the hem of that sleeveless shirt she wore, and over her bare, soft skin. "And I would have offered then if I thought you'd take me up on it."

"Not gonna wait until after we're married?" Steph teased, even as she popped more buttons of Bucky's shirt open in total contradiction. Helping him out of clothes wasn't new for her, exactly, but the reason for it now was.

She visibly paused when she felt his fingers on the bare skin under her shirt. She didn't moan, not yet, but her breath hitched and her eyes fell shut for a moment. Did he never notice the effect he had on her? Or did he just not allow himself to hope in fear that he was reading her wrong? She'd always been affectionate with him. She'd held his hand, brushed his hair, helped him get dressed, snuggled next to him in bed, and looked into his eyes a little too long and a little too longingly. The line that they had to cross from friendship to something else was nearly non-existent; what held them back, ironically, was just themselves.

But they were past that, so nothing stopped her from opening his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and arms and leaving it to fall on the floor. Then she took his hands and guided them to the hem of her tank top, just in case he felt he still needed permission to take it off her.

"Sorry there ain't anywhere more comfortable here," she apologized with a soft laugh. "Don't really have a bed. Or a couch. Didn't think I'd need much or have anyone over."

"I'll wait if you want to, but if you don't then I think we've waited long enough already." And they had, hadn't they? Hell, as long as Bucky had waited, he knew Steph had waited even longer.

Bucky had no issue letting his button down hit the floor, but he still had his damn undershirt on, because in the 40s people wore too many layers. (Also, it was January in New York. So.) He considered going ahead and pulling the under shirt off himself, but Steph was guiding his hands to her shirt, encouraging him to undress her, and who was he to complain about that?

"Sweetheart, I was in the Army. I don't need a bed," he said, smirking up at her. For the moment he wasn't tugging at her shirt. Yet. "But if you come live with me after the wedding, you'll have a bed. And a couch. Even a coffee table." He was teasing her a little, sure, but he did have those things. There was no way his ma and Becca were going to let him move into an apartment without furniture, even if he was furious at them when they insisted on either supplying him with the pieces or dragging him out to force him to pick something himself.

Then he slid Steph's shirt up and over her head, letting his fingers drift lightly up her sides in the process. Once it was off her, (and half noticing that shit, that fabric was stretchy, but that'd be something to look at later), he let her shirt join his on the floor. Once that was done, he let his eyes roam over her as his hands went back slide up her sides again, then let out a soft groan as he let himself cup her breasts over her full bra.

"You're still beautiful, Steph," he told her as he locked his eyes back on hers.

"Do I look like I wanna wait?" Steph continued to tease, and for good measure, because Bucky can be an idiot (ha), she slid a hand into his hair to pull his head back as she gave him a slow, lingering kiss. She didn't do much else, mostly because she wanted to savor the moment — sure, it wasn't their first kiss anymore, but kissing him was still so new that every kiss felt rare and special.

She was laughing when they broke off. Fuck, he was so hot when he smirked and looked at her like that. "If I move in? I mean, I have a really nice apartment in 2023 but I left it with him and she's probably staying there too." She kissed him again. "I hope your furniture's sturdy." She sounded like she was kidding, but jokes were half-meant and she certainly meant part of that.

He took the words out of her — and also her breath — when he started touching her though. Because fuck, she'd long wondered what it would be like if he did, and it was everything and nothing like she imagined. You're still beautiful, she heard him say, and she looked a little dazed when she met his gaze. That was probably the most fascinating part, his reaction. She had never really felt comfortable in the body the serum gave her, despite the knowledge that it was objectively beautiful, but for the first time, it felt right. She felt at home.

No, she felt at home with him.

"I know. I've been voted Sexiest Woman Alive five times." It was true, but joking around was her way of dealing with compliments. She didn't doubt that he meant it, it was just still a little hard to believe any of this was happening at all.

Bucky groaned into the kiss when Steph pulled at his hair like that. He'd never really had anyone pull at his hair in that particular way before. It seemed he liked it, and it was probably reflected in the way he kissed her back.

"If it's not sturdy enough, I'll get more," he told her with a grin when the kiss broke. It wasn't a surprise that Steph was willing to move to his place, of course. But with how much she was clearly looking after the other girls here, there was that little bit of him that worried she wouldn't. And if she didn't want to, he would have respected that.

But god, he wanted her in his home every day and in his bed every night.

"Only five times?" he teased. "If it was up to me you'd get it every year."

"Well, everyone thought I was dead for several decades." Steph remembered she hadn't exactly said how she and Bucky ended up living so far into the future, but that was a story for another time. Right now they had other, more pressing matters to attend to.

(It was definitely, uh, pressing. Which just led to more squirming.)

Between his teasing about getting new furniture in case they break any, his compliments, their kissing that was growing more and more heated, and his groping her breasts, she was pretty sure she was already flushed from head to toe. That didn't stop her from working off the fastenings of his pants so she could tug his undershirt up and over his head.

Was she nervous? Of course she was. But she wanted him more, and all those years of pining and yearning only made her reckless with her desires. Surely she couldn't fuck things up more than she already had, not when he was a willing participant in this.

"You're so hot," she whispered, almost reverently, as she ran her fingertips along his shoulders, then down his chest, her blue eyes hungrily following their trail. Her love for him went beyond appearances, of course, but holy shit, he always looked so fine and now she didn't have to pretend she never noticed.

Well, that was something they'd be talking about later. But not then. He wasn't exactly in the mood to discuss things like people thinking Steph was dead. He'd had enough of that in the last year and some change.

Bucky was also nervous, of course, but he was willing to try his best to ignore that feeling for the time being. Instead, he turned his head and began to kiss down Steph's neck towards her bare shoulder while his hands slid around to her back. He fumbled a bit at Steph's bra clasp (what were these things closed with, combination locks?), but eventually got it unhooked.

"You're the hot one," he said, grinning up at her as he helped the straps slide down her upper arms, then stretched up to press their lips together again.

The tangle of nerves in Steph's stomach transformed into a different kind the moment Bucky started kissing her neck. Kissing her on the mouth had been wonderful, but his lips and tongue everywhere else? Fuck, it made her feel almost delirious. A moan finally tore itself out of her throat and her hips shifted restlessly as he busied himself with her bra.

She kept a hand in his hair, while the other was splayed on his back, fingertips digging into his flesh whenever he happened to come across a particularly sensitive spot. It seemed she had several: the side of her neck, her nipples, the insides of her thighs. They moved together, exploring and tasting each other, and by the time he was sucking on her nipple she was moaning loudly and grinding against him.

"Buck," she whimpered. "We should probably—" She was worried they were going to fall over, and that would kill the mood very quickly. So she shifted to stand back up, pulling him along with her and leaving hungry, open-mouthed kisses on any patch of skin she could get to. That they made it on top of the sleeping bag she used as a bed was quite a feat considering how neither of them wanted to stop kissing and groping to do so.

Bucky groaned against her breast while Steph ground down against him. At that point there would be no way that she didn't realize just how hard he was for her. While he'd never had any desire to so much as get handsy with any of the girls he'd gone on dates with before, he was absolutely desperate for his best friend.

But when she whimpered his name like that, his arms tightened around her waist for a moment as his eyes cut up to look at her face, teeth tugging gently at the nub. When she encouraged him to get up he finally released her, nodding and stood with her. "Yeah. Your bedroom sounds better," he said, smirking as he followed her easily, but didn't let her go. Instead he kept an arm around her waist as he pressed his lips to her neck again, trusting that Steph knew her own apartment well enough to not run them into too many walls.

It wasn't until Bucky had Steph on her back that he pulled back from her. He smirked down at her as he sat up on his knees, letting his hands slide down her sides to her waist before coming to a stop. "Can I-?" he asked, his fingertips under the waistband of her pants giving away what he wanted to do. When she gave him a nod, Bucky hooked the elastic waistband--along with the band of her panties at the same time--and slid those stretchy, formfitting pants down her long, strong legs.

"Christ, sweetheart," he half whispered as he dropped her clothes aside, his eyes roaming over her naked body as he reached down to rub himself through his pants without thinking.

Steph felt self-conscious about
being naked for a moment, but for a different reason entirely. Bucky liked what he was seeing. She'd expected to at least be good enough now that she had a better body thanks to the serum, but he looked at her like he wanted to fuck her all night, and hell, she wanted him to.

"All yours, baby," she promised, gazing back at him just as hungrily. She reached forward to place a hand over the one he was rubbing himself with, joining along for a bit until she wiggled her fingers underneath so she could do it herself.

"Fuck," she gasped as she groped his cock (even just through his pants) for the very first time after years of only imagining it. Her drawings hadn't been far off, actually. He was a nice good size, not that it would've mattered to her anyway, as long as it was him.

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Bucky groaned at the feeling of Steph's hand rubbing him, even through the two layers he had on. Then, biting his lip, he kept his eyes on her as he opened his belt and pants and pushed them down, along with the boxers he wore.

His cock sprang to attention once his clothes were out of the way, and he shifted to be able to rid himself of his pants and boxers entirely--as well as his socks and shoes--leaving him just as bare as she was. Grinning, he stretched out, holding himself up over her. "I love you so much, Steph," he said simply before leaning down to kiss her hard once again. He let one arm hold his weight up while he moved his other hand to grope at her breast again, flicking a thumb over her nipple just because he could.

Steph propped herself up to her elbows while Bucky undressed, letting herself enjoy the view just because she could. How many times had she imagined this? Perhaps not recently — since he fell off the train in '45 it seemed wrong, even after he was back to some semblance of himself years later in Wakanda — but before the war she'd filled a whole sketchpad of her filthy fantasies of him. Even during the war, whenever they snuggled together in one of their tents for one reason or another, she found herself wondering what it would be like if they just... gave in.

He was perfect. Not because he had two arms or he was neatly groomed (at least compared to the version of him in 2023) but because he was Bucky. Hell, he could be a worm (like in that silly meme) and she would still love and want him. It was as simple as that.

"Love you so much too, dumbass," she returned, grinning against his mouth. He had the last laugh though, because her teasing turned into groaning the moment his hand found her breast again.

She hooked a leg around his hip so she could thrust up against him, desperately seeking his cock. Never had she been more glad for the improvement to her flexibility and athleticism thanks to the serum. "Fuck, baby," she moaned, fisting his hair. Her grip wasn't hard enough to rip anything, but he would definitely feel it.

Bucky moaned when Steph hooked her leg around him and ground against him, then again at how she tugged at his hair. He released her breast so he could slide that hand between their bodies, letting his fingers slide between her slick folds, rubbing over (what he was pretty sure was) her clit and teasing at her entrance.

He might not have any experience himself, but guys talk, and he'd always been a big reader.

"You're so slick for me, sweetheart," he said on a groan, then tilted his head down to kiss and bite at her neck again since she seemed to enjoy that so much earlier. He was bound to be leaving marks, but she said she healed like he did so he knew they wouldn't last long. Bucky knew women were supposed to get good and wet when properly aroused, but feeling Steph all but dripping for him with his own fingers was so much better than just knowing the fact. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her. "You ready for me, or do you need me to do this for a few minutes?"

Steph couldn't answer Bucky right away, as she was still reeling from how good everything felt — his weight on top of her, his mouth leaving marks on her neck, his fingers working between her legs. All of that together left her helpless and a moaning mess, and so so wet, but she didn't mind it in the least. He could do whatever he wanted with her, be as gentle or rough as he liked, anything. She was his, in every way.

"Ready," she groaned, drawing her leg back from around him so he could guide her to the position he needed or wanted. That, and she wanted to watch his cock disappear into her and see how that made him feel. Maybe it was the artist in her talking. Or maybe she just had some kind of kink that she was only now realizing.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered why none of this felt awkward. She'd known people who swore off dating friends because it was weird, like dating a sibling. There was nothing of that sort with him. She was naked, and humping and dripping into her best friend's hand, yet she felt no shame or regret, only a decades-old hunger for more.

Even though Steph had told him she was ready, Bucky still continued to slide his finger in and out of her a couple more times before pulling his hand away. Holding himself up further, he looked between them so he could see what he was doing as he gripped his cock and lined himself up. He rubbed his head along her pussy, groaning softly at the friction.

Then, he found her entrance and began to push in slowly. "Shit, Steph," he moaned, his eyes sliding closed as he had to pause, just a couple of inches into her. "You're so damn tight."

As he began to move again, he lowered himself back down to capture her lips in a hard heated kiss. He was finally getting to make love to the one woman he'd always wanted to be with, and Bucky was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Letting go of his cock, he moved his hand to Steph's thigh so he could get her to wrap her leg around him again.

Steph had developed a pain tolerance over the years from being punched, shot and whatever else happened through all the fighting, but she felt every inch of Bucky's cock as he pushed into her. She whimpered, almost forgetting to breathe while her hands fisted the fabric she was lying on. Since getting the serum she'd never been more vulnerable than this, not even when she'd thrown her shield away and waited for him to finish his mission and kill her.

"Fuck," she gasped, barely able to kiss him back as the pain was replaced by waves of pleasure. She didn't really need any coaxing; she wrapped both legs around him to help push him in deeper, clutching at him and moaning while he moved. He was still going slow, but she already felt like she was losing her mind.

"You feel so good, Buck," she panted. She kept one hand at the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while she dragged the fingers of the other down his back until she was groping his ass. "You can be as rough as you want, I can take it." Not that she minded going slow, but she didn't want him to have to stop to ask her permission if he wished to do anything else.

"God, so do you, Steph," Bucky said between moans as he bottomed out inside of her. He had to pause again then, making sure he didn't go ahead and end everything too early, because the pleasure he felt from being in her was so much more intense than anything he'd ever felt before. "Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Finally, he began to move again. But instead of going ahead and speeding everything up, Bucky kept his thrusts slow and measured. It wasn't only to try to last as long as he could, but also because he just... wanted to make love to Steph, not just fuck her as hard as he could.

They'd have plenty of time for that after they got married.

"Better than I ever pictured, sweetheart," he groaned. "So fucking perfect."

Steph had thought she would be overcome by that desperate hunger she'd felt earlier when they first kissed, which was part of why she'd given Bucky leave to go as hard as he wanted, if he wanted to. But he'd slowed, and though she couldn't deny the many different ways he made her body feel and react, there was one thing she felt above all: love. Not just her love for him, but his for her, and it was deep and overwhelming and something she didn't deserve.

How it must hurt, for him to love her through his own pain, to hold together her broken pieces even as it cut him. He deserved better than that, better than her, but she'd asked him to stay and she was too selfish to take it back. Despite her earlier intentions, she didn't really want to be alone again, didn't want to go back into the dark and the cold and the loneliness. She needed him. She needed this.

"Sorry," she whispered when she realized she'd stopped and was blinking back tears. Fuck, and here she thought she couldn't make things any worse. "I'm okay. I mean, nothing hurts. Not anymore, anyway." She managed a soft laugh at that, at least. Good. She wasn't too far gone. "I just..." She made herself meet his gaze. No more hiding now. Not from him. "I just love you so much."

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