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

"Oh, I always want your dick," Steph shot back with a breathless laugh. "At least once a day."

Thank fuck Bucky wasn't wasting any more time. She settled on his lap eagerly, head tipping back and body arching slightly when he started kissing across her chest. She didn't hate her curves anymore. In fact it was kind of hot seeing his face buried between her breasts, or when he would slide his cock between them.

"Yeah?" She opened her eyes and peered down at him. Her old pinups, huh? Tiny Steph must've found out about them and showed him. "Got a favorite?" She was embarrassed, sure, but the mental image of him jerking off to them brought her an unexpected thrill.

"Hey, I gotta keep my wife happy, don't I?" Even if she didn't want him to fuck her every day he'd still be doing everything he could to make her happy. It was all he'd ever wanted to do, after all.

"There was this one poster of you in that tight little dress and heels, sitting on a plane with one of those long legs straight out," he smirked a little more as he looked up at her, a glint in his eye. "I asked her to try to track down a copy of that one to take home with us."

Bucky teased at the top of her crack with the tips of his fingers on one hand while he brought the other up to cup one of her full breasts. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted it out of the water to suck her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he felt it stiffen.

Oh no. Was Bucky going to frame it? Steph had a feeling he would. That was just the sort of affectionate teasing he would subject her to. "If you don't jerk off to it I'm gonna be disappointed," she teased back, and she did actually want to see that.

In the meantime she was treated to a view of her husband sucking on her nipple, and fuck, he was so hot. The water added to the atmosphere too; it looked like he'd freed one breast from her dress, but if her dress was made of liquid. She would have to draw this later.

She moaned, and as the sound echoed beautifully in the room she felt a burning need to hear him too. She reached below the water's surface to toy with his nipples, returning whatever he did with hers, pinching and tugging and flicking as he did.

Bucky groaned softly as she began to play with his nipples, releasing hers from his mouth for a moment. "I'll be sure to," he said, chuckling softly as he smirked at her. "I'll make sure to have my dick in hand while I look at it when you get home one day."

He bit at her breast lightly before stopping to suck a dark mark onto the milky white skin. Bucky knew it would heal and fade in no time, but he liked seeing it while it was there. "But I'm not gonna need to jerk it to a poster if I've got the real thing in front of me, am I?"

"Fuck, baby," Steph gasped, knowing exactly what Bucky was going for and liking it just as much as he did. "Maybe we oughta take photos before that disappears."

It wasn't the first time that idea crossed her mind, but it was certainly the first time she voiced it out loud. She wasn't even sure why she didn't say it before, not when she had a phone that could take unlimited pictures and a husband who was more than happy to both mark her up and take her photos. Shame? Doubt? Insecurity? Fear? Whatever held her back before, the booze had already quieted.

"Yeah? You want me to take pictures of these perfect tits of yours?" Bucky teased her before biting at her nipple again. "That way I'll be able to look at them any time I want. And you can look at the big hickey I left on there."

Well. Any time he wanted, as long as he was at home where that phone of hers lived. That wasn't exactly something he'd travel with.

He tightened his other arm around her waist and tugged her higher in his lap, letting his hardness rub against her. "I'd almost have my own personal one-of-a-kind Lady Liberty pinup photo."

Actually, that sounded like fun. Steph hadn't consciously indulged in anything fun for several years now, and with the alcohol buzzing in her system, she was feeling especially inclined to tonight. Besides, it didn't seem right that she posed for other people but not for her husband.

"Why leave only one?" At Bucky's encouragement she rocked her hips to rub against him, or at least the best she could in her position. "And I'll pose however you want." She might not have a ton of experience in bed, but she did in other areas.

Maybe this was the way to go about things. He wasn't keen on posing for her, but he was the one who owned a camera when they were younger, and he'd showed an interest in the app on her phone. She made a mental note to ask him later about taking back a camera or a phone for him, depending on what he preferred.

Bucky groaned, partly at the friction and partly at the whole idea of having a collection of photos of his stunning wife. "How bout you pose for me, then I'll pose for you?" he suggested, smirking a little up at her. "Sounds like a fair trade to me."

He reached up and tugged her down for a deep kiss, letting his tongue twist with hers until he needed air. "But that's for later. Right now I'd rather have you ride me." Bucky began to kiss and nibble along her neck again. "It's up to you if you wanna do that here in the tub or somewhere else in this hotel room."

"It doesn't have to be a trade," Steph said, but Bucky could tell that she was delighted by the offer, even before she spent the next several minutes kissing him and trying to shove her tongue down his throat. She didn't even have anything particular planned for that; she could draw him while he rested in between rounds, content and at peace. That she would love to commit to paper, a reminder that the war had not taken everything from him, not this time.

But, like he said, that was for later. Her husband wanted her to ride him and she was going to do a damn good job and leave him thoroughly satisfied. "Have I told you how sexy you are when you tell me what to do?" she said with a grin while he nibbled along her neck. Despite their constant banter and ribbing while growing up, he'd always been a gentleman with her, and he almost always did whatever she wanted. That applied to their sex life now too, which was great, but it sure as hell turned her on when he'd call the shots and boss her around for a change.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," she decided. "Much better view, and I want you to feel how wet you make me." It was also probably easier to replace a bed than a jacuzzi, in case she damaged anything. She hadn't so far, and they'd fucked plenty, but the buzz from the booze was making her more adventurous and reckless than usual.

When Steph stood up in the tub Bucky couldn't help groaning at the sight of her perfect body with the water running off of it. "Have I told you how sexy you are all the time?" he countered, smirking as he stood and helped her out of the water.

After taking one more sip of his mead, Bucky climbed out of the tub as well. Buzzed or not, he still had his head enough to help Steph towel off, taking his time going over the curves and dips of her body before just quickly drying himself off. Once that was done, he took his wife by the hand and led her back to the bedroom.

Stopping beside the bed, he pulled her close and smiled up at her. "I love you, Stephanie Barnes," he told her simply before pulling her down into another kiss. He loved her, and he loved that she had his name now. It was one of those things he'd thought about for years, and he couldn't be happier for it to finally be real.

Bucky wasn't the only one looking. Steph had always thought he was a stunner, and damn was she enjoying this view. "You missed a spot," she teased, coming up behind him and grabbing his ass.

She loved that they were free to do things like that now. There was really some truth to that adage about the truth setting one free.

She let him lead her to the bedroom. The bed was as she expected from a fancy hotel, plush and with lots of room to roll around in. Great for sex, but probably too soft to sleep in for their war-hardened asses. (The first few nights in his apartment, she'd tried to move to the floor once she thought he was asleep, and his mattress hadn't even been that soft.)

"Fuck, I'll never get tired of that," she said when they broke off, grinning at him. Both the kissing and being called Stephanie Barnes; she'd only waited for nearly a century for that. She leaned in to kiss him again, and as they did she slowly backed him up toward the bed.

Then she pushed him onto his back and climbed up after him, laughing as she leaned over to steal his mouth for another heated kiss. When she pulled back she shifted to straddle him properly, then she grabbed his right hand and positioned it so he was cupping her pussy. "I'm gonna ride your fingers," she said as she started to slowly rub against his hand, "then your cock, and then I'll finish on your tongue. Unless you have any objections."

Bucky also laughed as he fell back onto the bed, then grinned up at her when she climbed on top of him. "No objections here," he responded as he slid his fingers through her slick folds, teasing her before slipping one inside of her. His other hand moved to grip at her thigh as he started to work her.

"You know, this is one of my favorite angles to see you from," he told her as he went ahead and added a second finger, his eyes roaming up her body. Which, really, didn't say much because he loved every angle he saw her from. Over her, under her, in front, behind, she was beautiful all the way around, dammit.

Steph loved how easily Bucky followed her lead. She probably shouldn't have been surprised by now, both of them had been consistent, but somehow she was. No complaints there though, just a steady moaning as his fingers slipped between her folds, then louder when he pushed one (and another still) inside her without having to be told. Gotta love a man with initiative.

"Oh yeah?" She beamed, delighted by the compliment. In fact, she was so delighted that she brought her hands to her breasts to spice up the view. "What do you want me to do with these?" she asked, kneading and squeezing them while she watched him lick his lips. He liked that, huh. Good.

He might love every angle he saw her from, but he probably hadn't seen her this... playful. She wasn't any less enthusiastic or insatiable in the past, sure, but the alcohol had chipped away at the great weight she seemed to insist on carrying on her shoulders.

Honestly, the smile was the best part of the view. Bucky never really got to see her smile quite that bright, and he absolutely loved it. Bucky himself wasn't exactly the lightest, most playful person on a regular day since shipping off to war, but he didn't carry quite as much of the world on his shoulders as Steph tended to, and it was absolutely stunning to see her cast it off for a while.

He might need to make sure they had some more of that mead to take home with them, alongside his poster and some hot chocolate powder. Not so they can drink all the time, but maybe to get her to relax more every so often.

"Oh, those?" he started, a glint in his eyes as he watched how she squeezed at her breasts, while he added his thumb to the mix, using it to rub at her clit while he continued to finger her. "I definitely want you to play with those for me. While you ride my hand, at least. Might want to see them bounce instead when you take my cock."

"Fuck, yes," Steph groaned, stilling to let herself enjoy the way Bucky worked at her clit. Her expression turned somewhat dazed, with half-lidded eyes and a smile. She palmed and groped her breasts, and mimicked the motion of his thumb on his clit over her nipples, flicking and rubbing in circles. Then she pinched and tugged her nipples forward, her tits bouncing when she released them. She noted his enjoyment with a grin and repeated the movements a few more times, while grinding down his fingers in slow circles.

Then she picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster against his hand. She knew it would take her a while to come, especially on the first round, so she wasn't aiming for that. Instead, when she could hear squelching from how wet she'd become, she looked down at his stiff cock and then at his face. "Ready for me, baby?"

Bucky couldn't help it, he thought his wife was the most beautiful person to ever walk the damn Earth. Inside and out, darkness and all. And it probably showed in his eyes as he looked up at her from his position under her.

"God, yes, gorgeous," he answered her, nodding as he removed the hand he was using on her, then wiped the slick that remained on his fingers on his dick. Bucky held it up for her as she positioned herself, then moaned, eyes rolling back ass she lowered herself onto him. "Fuck, you always feel so good, Steph," he groaned as he moved his hands to grip at her hips, his own arching off the bed slightly to thrust up into her.

Steph's expression was a mirror of Bucky's as she lowered herself onto him, head tilting and eyes rolling back while she moaned. "Fuck," she gasped, at the same time as he did, and she let out a breathless laugh. Then she leaned over, splaying her palms on his chest while he gripped her hips, and, somehow in sync, they began to move together.

"I'm gonna ride you until you come, but if you don't tell me what you want, you're gonna be at my mercy. I'm gonna make you beg and regret ever being so stupid," she teased. She'd never really talked this dirty before. Or talked much at all while having sex, except to tell him that she loved him, or to occasionally burst into tears because she still felt she didn't deserve him.

To make her point, she picked up her pace, breasts bouncing as he liked, fingers curling and digging into the skin around his nipples. Then she suddenly slowed, smirking down at him.

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"So you want me to pump you full of come before I eat it out of you?" Bucky asked with a brow perked, but there was still a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face that showed he had absolutely no issue with that idea. In fact, he thought it sounded hot as hell.

But then she was bouncing hard on him and digging her fingers in, making him moan before she suddenly just... stopped, making him switch to a slightly frustrated groan. "Steph, sweetheart," he started, fingertips digging in where his hands rested on her hips. She probably expected him to beg her to move or something, tell her how hard to bounce on him, that sort of thing. But instead, he looked up at her with wide, lust blown eyes. "What if I want to be at your mercy?"

He might not know the terms for some of the things he'd pictured, but he did know that he got turned on by how strong his wife was, and how easily she could make him do what she wanted if she chose to.

"What, you'd like that?" Steph had just been thinking about how she tended to not finish before Bucky did, and that she would actually clean up before sitting on his face. But if he wanted that, who was she to stop him? His willingness to get down and dirty was hot as hell.

It was even hotter that he wanted to be at her mercy. She was surprised though. The time period they'd grown up in, well, the things they did and their views on things were now considered old-fashioned and traditional. But he'd not only wanted her on top, he wanted her to do whatever she wanted with him.

"I love you so fucking much." She kissed him hard and didn't break off until she desperately needed to breathe. Then she straightened up and resumed rocking her hips, going slower but harder. She wanted him panting and moaning and crying out her name. She wanted him to never stop wanting her.

"Why wouldn't I want to do anything you wanted to?" Bucky asked her simply just before she kissed him. He kissed her back just as hard, and was all but panting by the time she pulled back just from the intensity of the kiss alone.

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he moaned, fingers tightening on her hips when she began to move again. Biting hard at his lip he watched her, taking in everything from the look on her face to the curve of her waist and the jostling of her breasts as she moved, his own hips rocking up off the bed to meet her movements as best he could. "You're so fucking sexy, Steph. I'm goddamn lucky to be with you." It was all he'd ever wanted, and sometimes it still took him by surprise that he was finally there.

"Because it might be weird. Or too, I dunno, kinky." For all of Steph's good girl reputation among the Avengers, and her seemingly vanilla nature in bed so far, she was the one who had sketchbooks of explicit artwork born out of her filthy imaginings. And they all featured Bucky Barnes; her muse, the object of her desires, her greatest and only love. Now that they were married, she had the chance to play out her fantasies, but she'd held back for the most part because she didn't want to fuck things up, especially after she found out that he'd never been with anyone before her.

But he had been steadily chipping away at her walls since that evening they met on the ferris wheel. Tonight the alcohol was keeping up the job.

"Touch my tits, baby," she invited, hands still splayed on his chest as she continued to move slowly. She was the lucky one, honestly; even after fucking up so badly, he still wanted her. How many could say that?

"I don't think anything with you would be too weird." Nothing he could think of, at least. But, then again, Bucky was from another time and aware that maybe there were things he didn't know about. Even so, he would at least be willing to try things with his wife.

So far he'd loved everything he'd done with her, and God, he was glad he waited for her.

When Steph told him to touch her, Bucky didn't hesitate. He slid his hands up her body to cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading and toying with them the way she had before switching to pinching at her nipples. "Is this what you want, sweetheart?"

"Fuck yeah." Resting her palms on her thighs, Steph's head tipped back and her back arched when Bucky cupped her breasts. She still liked having his mouth on there best, but this was a much better view and she was determined to give it to him. He liked those posters, huh? Well here was the real thing, Lady Liberty in all her naked glory, moaning as she continued her slow, sensual thrusting.

She felt his thrusts get more desperate, but for a while longer she took her time, teasing him. Then she tugged his hands away from her breasts to grip her hips, and with her fingers over his, she started to bounce.

"Take the wheel, baby," she urged, smirking down at him. He seemed almost transfixed by her breasts, especially with how they bounced now that she'd picked up the pace, but she could see the feeling of her sliding up and down his cock was competing for his attention.

Groaning, Bucky of course did as he was told. He gripped her hips tightly as he urged her up and down, moaning out her name and other endearments, meeting her movements with his own thrusts up into her. But, as he felt himself getting closer his own movements became less steady.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, Steph," he told her as he locked his eyes back on hers instead of on her chest. Bucky's face was red, and he was breathing harder as he felt himself getting closer. Then, finally, he pulled her down hard onto his cock one final time. Moaning, his back arched a bit, and his eyes closed as he came hard, releasing deep into his wife.

Steph wasn't close yet, but it didn't matter. Watching Bucky come, hearing him moan and call her name, the way he pulled her down hard onto his cock... it was all just incredible. She leaned over to press a soft kiss on his mouth, then snuggled into him, letting out a ragged breath at the feel of his body still trembling underneath her.

He was much stronger than he liked to think he was, and she loved how rough he'd gotten as he was finishing. Already she was thinking of putting off sitting on his face. There were other things she wanted to try now.

She waited until he relaxed, then she carefully rolled off him and settled beside him. She rested on her side, head propped on one arm. With her free hand, she idly traced shapes on his chest as she watched his face. "That was so hot, darling," she purred.

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