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

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.

Bucky didn't have the same endurance as his wife, but by the time she rolled onto her side and started touching his chest, his breath was starting to even out.

"You're damn right it was," he said, grinning at her as he reached over to tuck her hair behind her ear. Having Steph tell her exactly what she wanted him to do while bouncing in his lap, showing off that amazing body for him, had been even better than Bucky thought it would be, and he definitely hoped it would become something they did more often.

But there was one thing he'd absolutely noticed. "You didn't finish yet, though, sweetheart."

Bucky was grinning. That was even better. Steph knew what he'd gone through during the war, for the most part, and what she put him through after. He looked so happy now that it took her aback, in a good way.

She waved him off when he pointed out that she hadn't finished. "It's fine. This was worth it." She touched her fingers to his lips at this, her expression softening. "I like watching you come, but I like seeing you happy more." In some way it was a form of reassurance that she hadn't entirely fucked up, that she was still capable of doing something right. She wanted to do right by him, to give him all the love and happiness he deserved.

Bucky snagged Steph's hand and held it still so he could press soft kisses to those fingertips, his eyes staying on hers the whole time. "You make me happy, Steph," he said seriously, his grin softening into a warm smile.

Did they argue? Absolutely. Did they point out when the other one was a goddamn idiot? They always had. But Bucky loved her, and he couldn't imagine being happy with anyone but her.

"But, for the record, making you come also makes me happy."

Steph laced their fingers together, letting herself bask in the light of Bucky's joy. He would say that she saved his life, and that she saved him from a terrible fate, but he hadn't really been the one who needed saving. She did.

Orgasms making him happy sent her laughing though. "Help me out then," she said, shifting so she was lying on her side with her back pressed against him, and tucking his hand between her legs. "And I want more of those hickeys."

As Steph settled into place, Bucky made sure to shift so he had one arm under her so he could either wrap it around her to hold her in place better, or he could go back to playing with one of her breasts while he worked at getting her off.

When she placed his hand between her legs, Bucky grinned. Tightening his arm around her, he slid his fingers through her folds before moving them to rub slow, deliberate circles against her clit. "You're even more slick than usual, sweetheart," Bucky said, smirking a bit before pressing kisses along the curve of her neck. He knew it was because he'd already finished in her, but that didn't make it any less hot.

As he began to suck the first hickey into the side of her neck, fingers rubbing her between her legs, he brought his other hand up to pinch and tug at her nipple. "This what you want, Steph?"

"Y-Yeah. Keep going, baby," Steph groaned. Fuck, she loved it when he played with her sensitive spots, which he all knew by now. She rocked her hips, thrusting forward and rubbing against his fingers, then pulling back to slide her ass against his cock.

And because he liked it so much when she told him what to do, she did exactly that. She told him to slip his cock between her legs; she didn't care if he was still limp, and he didn't even have to move, she just wanted him there. She reached behind her after that and groped his ass, pulling their bodies even closer together as he, in turn, tugged her in by gripping her breast.

"Tell me how badly you wanna fuck me, how you're gonna fuck me," she told him in between moans. She loved it when he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, but now she wanted him to be filthy.

Bucky smirked against his wife's skin before shifting to mark another spot with his mouth, all the while doing everything Steph told him to. One of his hands continued to rub at her clit, and he could feel his cock attempting to stiffen up again, nestled between her legs the way it was.

"What, you want me to tell you how easy it'll be to push into you from this angle once I'm hard again?" he started before biting at the cup of her ear. "I already filled you with come once, so it'd be even easier to slip in there."

With his other hand, he cupped her breast and gave it a squeeze, pinching her nipple between his thumb and the side of his palm. "Or I could tell you how every time I heard about how another sex act worked, you were the one I'd picture doing it with." His hand between her legs began to speed up. "I'd picture eating you out or sucking on these tits of yours, picture bending you over a table and pounding into you, picture my dick in your mouth. Fuck, Steph, you have no idea how often I'd get off wanting to fuck you."

Steph laughed, though there was a breathlessness to it now from the way Bucky was working her. "Cocky bastard," she quipped, but damn, it was hot as hell. She might've acted like she was immune to his charms when they were younger, but she'd been just as into him as all the others, maybe even more.

But then he picked up the pace, and ratted off several things they could do together, each one just as exciting as the last. "Fuck yeah. Let's do all that tonight. See how many times you can make me come. I'll have food sent up." Not that she wouldn't do the same to him, but only if he wanted. She knew her serum gave her a lot more stamina and endurance.

"I'm close, baby," she moaned soon enough, her thrusting growing desperate and erratic. "You hard enough so I can finish on you?"

"Hey, you're the one that wanted to hear about things I could do to you," Bucky said with a soft laugh, nuzzling at her neck.

He wasn't completely hard, but he was stiff enough that he could slide his fingers further between his wife's legs, using them to help push into her with a soft moan against her ear. "Like this, sweetheart? You just want me in you while you come?" he asked before resuming his work with his hand, rubbing harder and faster at her clit than before.

"Does it turn you on?" Bucky started as he began to thrust his hips just slightly behind her, giving just the slightest sensation of moving in her pussy. "The way I'll let you boss me around in bed and do whatever you want me to?" If she thought about it enough, she might realize that even outside of the bedroom he usually did anything she asked him to, but he wasn't about to point that out. Instead, he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. "Because it turns out I like it. A lot."

Unlike Bucky, Steph's moan was loud. "Y-Yeah. I want you to feel how wet you make me," she answered, already sounding out of breath as she approached her peak. She squirmed and thrust her hips frantically, and her moans started to string together. It all felt so good; his cock inside her, his fingers on her clit, hearing him talk about how she turned him on when she bossed him around, and oh fuck his tongue licking up the side of her neck—

She came with an even louder cry. She felt his arms tighten around her and she clung to him while her body shuddered from the waves of pleasure. "Fuck," she gasped, and that was all she could say for a while.

Once she started coming down from the high, she turned her head to look at him and smiled, not ready to untangle herself from him just yet. "It turns me on," she told him belatedly, still breathing hard. "You're surprisingly good at following orders," she added, teasing.

Then she strained forward to capture his mouth in a quick but heated kiss. "But, fuck, I also wanna be at your mercy. Been doing this Captain gig for so long, it'll be nice to have someone else in charge for change."

Bucky groaned at the feeling of his wife coming around him, squeezing his cock hard as she pushed back into him. He was nowhere near ready to come again, but that didn't mean he couldn't just enjoy the feeling.

He continued to hold her as she came down, pressing gentle kisses to the side of her neck and shifting so his arms were around her middle instead of groping at her. "Only your orders," he said simply before grinning. "When they're not stupid."

The grin stayed in place while Bucky pulled the comforter over the pair of them, starting to get a slight chill since they weren't worked up and moving any more, but it was awkward since they were still lying on top of the bedding. So, they were sort of wrapped but not covered well, which was better than nothing. "We can do that sometimes, too, sweetheart. Don't you worry. It'd be different for you to actually do what I say for a change."

"When they're not stupid," Steph shot right back, grinning.

The comforter was a good idea though, so after a few more minutes of just snuggling together, she untangled herself from Bucky and shifted to settle under the bedding. "C'mere," she invited, sighing contentedly when her head hit the pillow. "Like lying on a marshmallow." Probably still won't be able to sleep on it, but it was nice to relax on, at least.

"Anything you wanna do or see tomorrow?" She figured her best friend would need time and space to process things, so she didn't want to bother him anytime soon. Besides, she and her husband were still technically on their honeymoon. They just had to get that visit to their counterparts out of the way first.

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