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

"Nothing feels forced with you, Steph," Bucky told her with a smile, his hand moving from her cheek to slide through her hair. "I love you, too, and I know I can tell you if I don't like something. But, for the record? So far I've liked everything."

He couldn't help laughing a little when she mentioned getting confused trying to find porn, though. Not in a spiteful way or anything, more because he understood. He'd been the one who was new to phones and the internet not all that long ago. "I can show you where to find porn if you want," he smirked at her a bit. "But you have to keep telling me the things you want to try."

"We could look at some together later?" Steph knew she didn't need porn to enjoy herself, especially with Bucky right there, but she was curious as hell. Not just after seeing some pictures online; she wanted him to have fun in bed and ideas had to come from somewhere. It was worth every effort to see him smiling and happy.

That was for later though. They were still in the middle of something. He hadn't gotten off yet, and unless he decided it was 'make Steph come over and over until she couldn't anymore' night she was making damn sure he got his turn.

"I'm ready for you," she told him with a smile. "Where do you want me?"

"We can if you want, yeah," Bucky told her with a small smirk. He hadn't watched much of the stuff himself, since he hadn't really had access to the internet reliably until recently, but he still knew where to find it without making his phone or computer explode.

When she asked how he wanted her, he pressed a few more kisses to her shoulder before pulling back. "I want you right there," Bucky said simply, sitting up so he could finally strip himself of his underwear, revealing his stiff, leaking cock. He gave it a couple of slow strokes as he looked her over, then picked his phone back up. "On your back, legs spread for me. I wanna get a picture of how far open you have to stretch when I'm in you so you can see it yourself."

While Bucky rid himself of his underwear, Steph lifted her hips so she could slip the nightie off her. She kept her eyes on his cock though, licking her lips expectantly. God, he was huge. Yet she somehow managed to take him, and she was even doing a pretty decent job with her mouth these days.

And now she was going to get a visual. She'd seen his cock disappear between her legs before, but not how stretched out he said she was. She lay back down, spread her legs, and let him get a close up shot of her wet pussy.

"Take one with your finger first?" she suggested when he finished, curious of the progression now too, and how tiny her hand was in comparison.

After taking that closeup picture, Bucky got a bit distracted looking her over. After a moment, he locked his love-filled eyes on hers. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. You know that, right?" he asked, letting his fingertips drift lightly up and down the inside of her thigh instead of going ahead and doing what she asked him to.

Sometimes, Bucky just needed to take a moment to make sure Steph knew how much he appreciated her.

Grinning, he went back to what he was doing before, slowly sliding one of his thick fingers into her as he took pictures. "You know, you had most of your hand in here earlier, but I bet you're still going to feel tight around me."

Steph nodded, her blush returning with a vengeance. She didn't think she was particularly pretty, but Bucky never failed to make her feel like she was. Most importantly, he made her believe it. How could she not, with how he took care of her and lavished her with attention? How could she not, when he consistently told her so?

"I could say the same to you," she managed. It wasn't a lie. He might call himself old and damaged, but she thought he was a dreamboat and he always turned her on. She'd tell him all that, really, if he wasn't distracting her with his touch. Instead he got a moan as he slid a finger into her.

He took more photos and slipped more fingers; she wasn't sure how many he managed in the end, as at some point she'd squeezed her eyes shut and tipped her head back while she groaned and shifted her hips restlessly. Was he getting her face on his camera too? Did he have one of her while she orgasmed?

She humped against his hand, unable to stop herself. It just felt too good.

Bucky actually focused more on Steph's face as he worked her through her second orgasm of the night. Sure, he got the pictures of his fingers filling her, but he loved the faces she made when she came.

When she started to come down from the orgasm, he removed his hand and leaned down to give her a deep kiss, groaning against her lips. He kept the kiss going until he could feel her trembling ease up, then pulled away and positioned himself between her open legs. "You ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked. Once she gave him a nod, he began to press into her, still being careful even though she'd been worked over so well already. Moaning softly, he bit down on his lip as he took pictures every so often.

Bucky was right. Even after two orgasms and all those fingers filling and stretching her, it still felt so tight when he pushed his cock into her that Steph was whimpering through his entrance. They'd done this so many times by now though that he knew she was okay, that he didn't have to stop, only pause and let her breathe.

"Can I see?" she asked as she caught her breath, since he was right there taking a photo anyway.

She was not unfamiliar with her privates. She had been curious enough that she had once touched herself while staring down at her pussy, and once with a mirror propped up against a pillow in front of her spread legs. Seeing crisp, clear photos of it from his point of view was something else though, especially with his fingers and cock wedged in. It felt weird looking at them, but it made her wet her lips at the same time. But by now she was also not unfamiliar with feeling both embarrassed and turned on.

"Perfect fit," she said, setting the phone down on the sheets as she looked up at him with a grin. "You feel so good, you know."

"So do you," Bucky replied with his own grin. He used his metal hand to lift Steph's leg, encouraging her to hook it over his hip before propping himself up on that arm, holding himself over her as he leaned down to take her lips in a kiss. Using his other hand, he took one of her own and pinned it to the mattress above her head.

"I love you, Steph," he said, then moaned softly when he began to move slowly. He knew she could take harder thrusting, but he preferred to work up to it. "You're it for me. You've always been it for me."

Bucky had wasted too much time not telling her exactly how he felt about her, only hinting at it from time to time, so now he wanted to tell her all the time. He even planned on asking her to marry him one day, but he wanted to make sure she legally existed first.

Steph might have been surprisingly playful in bed for most of the time they'd been together, but she loved it just as much when they went slow and basked in how much they loved each other. Maybe because there had been so many wasted chances, so much lost time. She wanted Bucky to know and never forget how she felt about him, too.

"I love you too, Buck. There was and could never be anyone else." Hell, she knew from Cap's journals that the other woman never moved on even after his supposed deaths. It would be the same for her.

She moved with him in relative silence for a while, just groaning and gasping at how good it all felt. But when she wanted to dig her fingers into his back, she was reminded that he'd pinned one of her hands over her head, which was actually kind of hot. "You should do this more often," she told him, grinning. "Pinning me down and taking charge and bossing me around." Heck, she would let him tie her up, but she didn't suggest it because it might bring up something unpleasant, what with his past and all.

"Yeah? You like that?" Bucky asked before tugging at her lip with his teeth. A second later he pulled back, snagged her free hand with his, and pulled it up so he could pin both her hands down with his one good hand. His hands were big enough that he could hold onto both of hers with one. It was good, because he hated putting pressure on her with the metal hand. They might like hickeys and scratches, but accidentally bruising her by pressing too hard with solid metal wouldn't be as hot.

"Like this?" he asked, grinning for just a moment before catching her lips again as he started to pick up speed with his hips.

"Yeah." Oh, what the hell. They'd already been talking about kinks and what they wanted to do with each other anyway. "There was a time I got off to imagining us, um... you'd wrap your tie around my eyes and pin me down and tell me to not do anything but just enjoy what you're gonna do to me." Her face flushed several shades darker at her admission, which she tried to laugh away. "I dunno, you just had a... reputation, back then, but with me you were always so kind and... I guess I wanted to experience that other side of you too."

Steph knew now that Bucky's dates had lied, since he'd said none of those had amounted to anything. They probably did it to save face, although she was sure some were just petty bitches who decided to be mean to the girl he'd picked over them — even if Steph hadn't realized it at the time.

"And it just really turns me on when you take charge of things, and don't take shit from anyone, not even from me," she added with a grin. He had a quiet, steady confidence that she'd always found attractive. It was still there, even after everything he'd been put through.

"That fake reputation. I never knew where it came from," Bucky said, smirking at her. After all, she was the only woman he'd ever been with, and he'd never even been tempted to be with any of those other girls he'd gone on dates with.

But at least that fake reputation put some ideas in her head. "But I can blindfold you one night," he started, letting the cold fingertips of his metal hand drift lightly down the side of her ribs. "One of those nights where I just make you come over and over. Cover your eyes so you can't even see what I'm going to do to you."

Bucky loved making Steph feel good, be it physically by making her orgasm or emotionally, making her feel loved and beautiful. Because she was loved and beautiful.

Steph shivered, but not only from the way Bucky's cool fingers teased along her skin. The image he just planted in her head... She swallowed, then looked up at him with a hungry glint in her blue eyes. "You're gonna make me wet, just talking and teasing me like that," she told him with a breathless laugh. It was almost a shame that wasn't happening tonight.

She felt his hips pick up the pace, but it was the ghost touches of his metal hand that made her moan. He'd never really touched her with it, and she understood why, but damn. Unable to do anything with her hands though, she just shifted her hips, thrusting against him. "Darling," she gasped, closing her eyes. "Fuck, you're so hot."

Bucky couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him. "Sweetheart, I make you wet all the time," he teased her. Because, really, the two of them had a lot of sex. He went from never having any for over a hundred years to having it all the time.

He continued to tease her with his fingertips as he moved, running them back up her side, then up her arm to her wrist and back down again. "You're the hot one, Steph," he said simply. "I could look at you all the time. And touch you. Fuck you. All of it."

Steph laughed, and it still had a breathless quality to it as Bucky continued touching her and thrusting into her. From any other man his declaration would've been arrogant and annoying, but with him it was just the truth. She lusted for him just as much as she loved him, and it took very little to make her wet and want to have sex with him.

"Me too, darling. I can barely restrain myself most days," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed laugh. She might not have any sort of serum running through her body, but she was insatiable all the same, or at least while she still had the energy. "You're everything I ever wanted and dreamed of having."

Propping himself up on his metal elbow again, Bucky slowed his hips and released her hands. There was a soft grin on his face as he let his good hand drift down her body, fingertips brushing over her skin the way his metal ones had, until he worked his hand between their bodies.

"I'm all yours, Steph," he said, his voice warm before leaning down to kiss her again. Bucky's thumb began to work at her clit as he continued to thrust, slow but deep. "Only yours, and I'm always gonna be yours."

"Oh, Buck," Steph sighed, deeply moved by his declaration. She had never wanted to possess him, because that wasn't love, but she understood that he meant it so much more than that. She understood because she felt it, too. That surrender, that offering of everything she was and had. "I am yours in every way. No matter what happens."

There was the trial. There was her health. There were things like wars, and alien warlords that made half the universe disappear. They could never truly know how long they could have each other. But she knew their love would transcend time and space. It already had.

"Tell me again after." She knew she was going to be spent after this round and fall asleep while nestled in his arms. Tonight, probably while they browsed through the pictures he took of her. Three seemed to be her magic number so far, although there had been some nights where she woke back up a few hours later and he was still awake, so they went at it again.

"Alright, I'll tell you after," Bucky promised before kissing her again, then moaned into the kiss as he felt himself getting closer to his own release. But he wanted her to come again before he finished. "I'll tell you every day, if you want."

It wasn't possession, not really. Bucky was still very much his own man, just like Steph was her own woman. But his heart had always belonged to her. He'd been alive long enough that he knew if he was ever going to get over her he would have at some point during the time he didn't think she felt the same, but he never did and he didn't want to.

Bucky shifted a bit before beginning to thrust harder again as he continued to work her clit with his hand. He knew her body well by that point, and knew how she liked to be touched.

Moaning loudly, Steph clung to him, nails biting into Bucky's skin as she dug her fingers into whichever parts of him she could reach. "Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck fuck fuck." She didn't used to swear as much, but she picked things up easily and that included profanity too. Not that either of them minded. It wasn't like she didn't already have a dirty mind to begin with.

She came with an even louder cry, clawing at him as she shuddered through her release. "Buck," she whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. "Come for me, darling. Lemme hear you."

That was what Bucky had been waiting for. The way she clung to him as she came, throbbed around him, even the way she scratched at him all felt amazing to Bucky, and it wasn't long before his own hips were stuttering and he cried out as he spilled inside of her.

Once he stilled his hips he stayed like that for a minute or so, breathing hard as he held himself up over her, forehead resting against the pillow over Steph's shoulder. The only reason he didn't pretty much collapse on top of her was simply that she was tiny and he was... not.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispered as he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her along with him so he could hold her against his body.

Steph happily curled into him, reaching up to push Bucky's hair away from his face before kissing him softly. "That was incredible. You were incredible." She loved everything about him though, so that wasn't new, really.

Pulling back, she draped a leg over his and smiled up at him. "I love you, darling. You make me so happy. And horny," she added with a laugh. "Can we look at those pictures?" They would probably end up looking at porn too. Maybe they should have a snack while they're at it. She definitely needed a recharge.

Bucky couldn't help laughing softly into the kiss, a warm smile on his face when it was broken. "You're always incredible," he told her simply before adding, "I love you, too. And I'm always going to be yours."

She'd wanted him to tell her again after, dammit. So he did.

His heart was still beating hard as he felt around and picked up his phone, then swiped to the start of the night's pictures for her. "You always look so sexy for me."

Steph beamed, delighted to hear it again and that Bucky remembered her request. Instead of just parroting it back to him, however, she decided to say, "You're mine," and reached down between them to playfully palm his cock.

Okay, so she wasn't really all that tired. Snacks should do the trick, once she felt like she could stand and walk to the kitchen anyway. In the meantime, she accepted his phone and flipped through the photos, tilting the device so he could also see the screen.

It was still hard to completely believe sometimes that he found her sexy, even with her small frame and lack of curves. She found herself staring the most at the pictures with his involvement. His hand playing with her exposed breast, surrounded by red lace. His fingers glistening with her wetness and traveling between her folds. His cock stretching her pussy.

But she also lingered on a few other photos, feeling herself both embarrassed and starting to get worked up again. That raw shot of her pussy, framed by her open thighs, so wet it was practically begging to be licked. Her face while in the throes of pleasure, flushed and dazed and moaning.

She licked her lips. "Maybe we can fuck in front of the mirror sometime." With him taking her from behind, specifically, so they could both see their faces.

"For the record, it's more than just my dick that belongs to you," Bucky said with a soft laugh, teasing Steph a bit as his tiny girlfriend grabbed at his still hard cock. "But that's definitely yours, too."

Having taken the pictures, Bucky didn't feel the need to pay as close of attention to them as Steph did. Instead, he mostly focused on her reactions as she swiped through them. Until she got to one particular shot of her face when she was mid-orgasm. "That one's my favorite from tonight," he told her with a grin.

His metal hand moved to rest on the thigh she had hooked over him, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll gladly fuck you in front of a mirror, sweetheart," he started, shifting his good arm under her head just enough for him to run his fingertips through her hair. "I'd make you watch yourself while I take you apart, let you see how beautiful you are."

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