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

She had an eye mask in the drawer now? Well that was new. "Maybe I'll get the mask later," he responded, grinning against her skin as he began to kiss down her neck again. "I might want you to see what you do to me tonight."

Bucky paused just above the neckline of her nightdress to bite at her gently before sucking a fresh mark into her skin. "Anybody'd be jealous of me if they could see you like this. But I already told you I don't share," he added with a smirk up at her before continuing to kiss lower. Not moving the fabric of her dress out of the way, he kissed to her nipple. The fabric darkened as he began to mouth at her, biting and tonguing one nipple as he pinched and pulled at the other.

Really, though, it didn't matter to him if other people thought she was as beautiful as they should. He always thought she was, just like he always thought she was the perfect woman for him.

That didn't mean he thought she was a perfect person, because they both knew she wasn't, just like he wasn't. But he was right for him.

[ ooc: I 100% thought I posted this yesterday. ]

Steph moaned and squirmed beneath him, her fingers curled around the metal bars of the headboard because she couldn't bury them into Bucky's hair. "Good, because I still have a seam ripper," she teased, but she was already sounding breathless as he toyed with her nipples.

For so long the view before her had merely been a fantasy. There were still days when she found herself surprised that everything was real. Maybe that was why she loved being marked, and taking pictures; they were tangible evidence of their lovemaking.

Wet from his mouth, the fabric over and around her nipples clung to them after he left them alone, adding a layer of sensations that further aroused her. It also made her long to feel his mouth directly on her skin, but he seemed intent on playing around first. Well, it was his birthday, after all. She would let him do anything to her on a regular day, how much more today?

"You can rip it, you know," she invited. "And don't forget to take pictures."

Bucky tugged at her nipple with his teeth one more time before sitting up and looking her over again, chuckling softly. "Nah, you can save your seam ripper for actual sewing projects. No need to break my clothes again," he teased. The look on his face probably showed Steph everything she needed to know about just how much he liked the sight of her laid out before him.

It took Bucky a couple seconds of looking around before he remembered his phone was still in his pants pocket, and he was still wearing his pants. Mostly. Except for where he'd opened them and pulled his erection out.

"You know," he started, smirking as he pulled out his phone and opened the camera app. "For someone that doesn't wanna spend much of our money on clothes, you sure do love when I tear them off of you." To be fair, Bucky also loved tearing her clothes off, but that was beside the point.

Steph didn't really need Bucky out of his pants, only that his cock was. Her gaze followed it every time he sat back. God, she loved that cock. She couldn't wait to suck it — since he clearly wasn't letting her stroke it, with her hands tied up — and to have it disappear deep into her. And whatever else he could think to do with it, really.

His teasing made her skin flush a shade darker. "Shut up," she huffed, squirming a little as he reminded her of the times he'd done so and how hot it had been. "You love it as much as I do." That he loved it made her feel less guilty about wasting their money. He was happy, that was the important part.

The way he was looking at her now, he was certainly happy. And horny. God, she hoped he would fuck her a lot tonight.

Smirking, Bucky took a couple of pictures of Steph the way she was, hands tied to the headboard, flushing, with the saliva-darkened fabric clinging to her nipples, and with her legs open, showing a matching blue thong. He thought she was sexy as hell.

"Oh, I'm not saying I don't love it, cause I definitely do," he told her, laughing as he set the phone down. "I like this little dress, though, so I don't know. Maybe I won't tear it off you. Or, maybe I'll make sure to come on it before I do, so I can get pictures with even more wet spots showing up that well." He wasn't sure which way he wanted to go with that just yet, but he had time to figure it out.

Lowering himself over her again, he let his hand drift up her side, sliding over the smooth satin and bumpy lace of the dress. "I don't always want to rip your clothes off, though," he started, grinning at her sweetly. "Sometimes when you're in one of your regular dresses, I just picture bending you over, lifting the skirt, and fucking you like that. Then, when we're done, I'd just straighten your clothes back out."

God, just thinking of Bucky coming on her new nightdress turned Steph on all the more. She had no idea why she liked him coming on her so much — almost as much as when he did so inside her — but she did. Looking at that photo of her breasts covered in his cum would arouse her. Heck, when she started fantasizing about being blindfolded and tied up, she pictured him tugging her head back by the hair and telling her to be a good girl and open her mouth. He would spill, not onto her tongue, but on her lower lip and chin, letting his cum trickle down her throat and chest, and drip onto her pussy. Then he would use his cock like a paintbrush and lather that juice over her breasts and nipples, before taking photos of his latest artwork: Steph on spread knees, blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back, covered in his marks and cum, head tipped back and mouth open as though mid-orgasm.

Fuck, she thought as that image flashed in her mind, but this time she was wearing her nightdress, though it had been ripped through the middle and pushed aside to bare her breasts and pussy. She squirmed on the bed, moaning, and that earned her a look from Bucky. "I like it when you come on me," she confessed, though not for the first time.

Then he was leaning over her and talking about bending her over while she was in one of her regular dresses, and she looked up at him with eyes brimming with lust. She strained against her bonds, but the fabric held. "You can bend me over first," she said breathlessly. "Just tie my wrists together instead. Did you see the back of this dress? So much skin." And it was skin he hadn't quite marked, since he wasn't in the habit of fucking her from behind.

Bucky was well aware of how much Steph liked when he came on her, and in her, and he tried to accommodate her as often as he could. But it wasn't like it was any sort of hardship for him. The man went 106 years without having any sex that he counted, he had plenty of time to make up for. And Steph sure as hell didn't seem to mind.

Things that happened to the Winter Soldier didn't count at all.

"Is that what you want? Me to flip you over and fuck you from behind?" he asked before tilting his head down to kiss his way back to her breast. Bucky's free hand left her side, moving instead to stroke himself as he bit lightly at her. "I could fuck you like that till I get close, then flip you back over to come on these tits before I take your picture again." Hooking one of his metal fingers into the neckline of her nightdress, Bucky pulled it down so the breast he had been playing with was exposed, then attached his mouth to her nipple directly.

"Oh God, yes," Steph gasped. To all of it. Fucking her from behind, coming on her tits, taking her photo, and Bucky baring her breast and sucking on her nipple. She wanted it all.

She even wanted to help him stroke his cock, but her hands were tied, so she lifted her hips instead in an attempt to rub against him. But there was also the matter of her breast, and she arched her back slightly as though by doing so she could push it all into his mouth. She wanted to feel him everywhere. It didn't matter that they'd already fucked so many times before. She would gladly come again and again until she was spent, falling asleep in his arms, and she would gladly have him wake her up to get things going once more.

"Mark my ass too, yeah?" she requested. And she'd actually like a picture of that, not just her ass but a shot of her body from behind, sporting fresh bruises on her pale skin.

Smirking, Bucky moved to untie the ribbon around Steph's wrists, then pressed kisses to the skin where it had been wrapped around her. The fabric was soft, and he didn't tie her tight, or for long, but still, he just wanted that extra moment of tenderness before he sat up and flipped her on her stomach.

"I swear, you're just as sexy from every angle," Bucky told her as he paused to grip and squeeze at her ass with both hands, his natural hand clearly massaging at her more firmly than his metal hand. After a moment, he moved his metal hand to grip himself as he leaned forward to press kisses and soft bites across the top of her bare back, then rubbed the head of his cock over her thong-covered pussy. "How do you want me to mark up your ass, sweetheart?" he asked, still squeezing the ass in question with one hand. "With my mouth? Or do you want me to spank it?"

He would tie her hands behind her back eventually, but he was enjoying teasing her first.

Steph tried to watch Bucky over her shoulder but couldn't really see much, so she gave up and just rested her head on the pillows. His mouth and teeth left a trail on her back that she could follow with her imagination anyway, and she groaned approvingly at every mark he bit into her skin. Mine, he seemed to say with each one, to which she moaned, "Yes. Yes. I'm all yours, darling."

A shuddering gasp left her when he rubbed his cock against her pussy. The fabric of her thong was so thin and the cut so narrow that she might as well be wearing nothing, the contact feeling as though it was directly over her slick flesh. She pushed her ass back reflexively, seeking more of that sweet friction.

"I— what?" she mumbled, distracted. Right, they were talking about marking her ass. "I dunno about spanking..." For all she liked being dominated, and despite the certainty that he would never actually lay a violent hand on her, she wasn't sure if she was into that. "I like your mouth much better, I think." Sitting might sting for a bit, but that would only remind her of what they'd gotten up to.

Bucky grinned against Steph's skin as he teased her, then began to press kisses along her spine. Unfortunately, that meant he couldn't keep rubbing his head against her, as his spine could only bend so far.

"That's what I thought, but I was just making sure," he said with a chuckle before sitting up on his knees. He let go of her, but it was only so he could pull her arms gently behind her back and tie her wrists together the way she wanted him to. Bucky then repositioned her a little, making her more ass up, resting on her knees and her cheek.

Pushing Steph's nightdress up to reveal it completely, Bucky let his hands slide almost reverently over her ass, enjoying the feel of it before leaning down to start pressing gentle kisses, followed by sharp bites, across it.

Steph felt herself flush with a strange sort of thrill as Bucky moved her into position. It just felt so... naughty, being laid out like that. She pictured the scene in her mind as if she were sketching it, and the heat between her legs intensified.

Maybe she should be spanked.

Making sure to keep her ass up, she shifted to rest the crown of her head against the bed to try to see between her legs. The angle wasn't ideal, but she caught glimpses of his cock, and how he occasionally stroked it with his metal hand. She couldn't do anything other than look though. Plus she was distracted by how he seemed to kiss closer and closer to her center. If he slipped that tongue of his under her thong and—

She couldn't see what exactly he was doing, but he began to play with the band of her underwear. "You're such a tease," she whined, though she didn't tell him to stop. She wanted to be teased. She wanted to be dripping wet when he finally fucked her.

The next time Bucky pulled away from her, it was first to rid himself of the rest of his clothes, leaving him completely bare while she was still in that nightdress and the thong that couldn't possibly count as clothing. Second, it was to grab his phone again so he could capture a couple more pictures of the gorgeous, sexy woman on their bed from a couple of different angles.

As much as he loved her ass all the time--and he did love it, with as skinny as she was, there was more of it hidden under her dresses than people tended to assume--it looked especially glorious in the position she was in.

Once all that was done, Bucky got back into his position behind her and immediately leaned down to begin biting and kissing at the pale skin of her ass. God, he loved her, and she turned him on like no one else ever had. Bucky would do anything she wanted, including literally kissing her ass.

After one bite that was a bit sharper than the others had been, Bucky reached up to the incredibly dainty waistband of her thong and easily tore it in two places, one on each side, so it could just fall down to the bedding under them.

Steph tried to reach for Bucky's hair whenever he kissed a little higher up her ass, but to no avail. It was frustrating, but in a strangely arousing way. While she'd had an inkling that she would like being tied up, she didn't really understand why people did until then. Being teased was such sweet torture.

Then she felt two things happen at once: a sharp bite that made her jerk and gasp loudly, and her thong being torn off her body. She shifted to try to look between her legs again, but it still wasn't a good view, with the fabric of her nightdress mostly in the way. He at least would be taking pictures... though she wasn't quite consoled by that knowledge.

"Buck? Darling?" she called out breathlessly, returning to her original position with her cheek against the bed. "Can I watch? I wanna watch. On the mirror..."

Oh, that was an idea, wasn't it. Let her see what he was doing to her but not let her touch at the same time. "Yeah, I'll move the mirror," he said with a grin as he pulled away, leaving her tied in place as he stood from the bed and moved to the corner of the bedroom where they had a standing mirror. For Bucky, picking it up and moving it to the side of the bed was no struggle. He just tried to get the angle right for her before looking her over with another smirk.

"How's that, sweetheart?" he asked once he thought he had it positioned correctly, then went back to stroking himself slowly, almost absent-mindedly, as he watched her. "Fuck, Steph, I wish you could understand just how sexy I think you are."

Steph understood, in a way. Not that she thought herself particularly attractive or anything, but Bucky had managed to turn her body into a piece of art. She appreciated the lines and curves and angles; the contrasting bruises on her pale skin; the positioning of her ass as some kind of glorious centerpiece, bare amidst the sheets and her nightdress and discarded thong. Then there were her hands, tied behind her back, adding a spark of tension. She felt herself shiver.

She stopped herself from thinking too far ahead and imagining him doing all the things he said he was going to do to her, wanting to enjoy the moment when it came. Biting her lower lip, she watched him stroke himself instead. She'd touched and had that cock inside her so many times by now, yet she still hungered for it every time.

"Can I watch you touch and kiss it again?" she requested, almost shyly. He probably wasn't going to go right into fucking her, but she didn't want to lose the opportunity.

"Of course," Bucky answered her while his lips spread into a grin. It was almost unfair how Steph could be so sexy and so adorable at the same time.

Almost.

In less than two steps, he was climbing back onto the bed behind her, hands sliding up the outside of her thighs as he leaned down to press a kiss to the base of her spine. "You didn't really think I'd get you like this and then skip right to fucking you, did you?" he chuckled, then kissed his way lower before biting at that rounded cheek again. "Sweetheart, come on. You know I like getting my mouth on you too much for that."

Suddenly switching to the other cheek, Bucky nipped at her again before attacking his mouth to her, sucking a dark spot onto her palest skin. While he did that his good hand slid up between her legs and began to rub teasingly light at her clit.

Steph kept her cheek against the bed and her face toward the mirror, so Bucky could see the way love and lust danced on her expressions whenever he glanced at their reflection. She loved him to the core of her soul, but she, too, thirsted for him like crazy. She took in the view of him bending over her to kiss her lower back, his cock so near yet so far, and pictured all the ways she could sketch them.

"Fuck," she whimpered when he started to suck on the flesh of her ass. (She didn't use to swear as much, but now she did, having lived with him for a while now and having had lots of sex since.) She was very into being marked, but watching him do something so, well, naughty was such a turn on, and she wasn't used to him doing that to her ass yet. Her arousal quickly intensified once he started rubbing at her clit, especially because he was teasing her on purpose with those agonizingly light touches.

She moved her hips to chase more of that sweet friction against his hand, but then he stopped — clearly another way of teasing her. "That's not fair," she whined, even though she had no right to complain because she wanted to be tied up and left at his mercy.

Bucky couldn't help the way he smiled against her skin when she cursed, then chuckled softly when she said what he was doing wasn't fair. "You like it, though," he said as he moved from the large mark he'd left to the other cheek, ready to make another one lower down. "You'd tell me if you didn't." That was something he had to trust her on--that she'd tell him if she didn't like something or if something was just too much for her. Because he couldn't enjoy things if she didn't enjoy them.

He did go back to rubbing at her, a bit harder than before and with less sudden stopping, but his movements were still slow. As he turned his hand so he could ease one thick finger into her, Bucky asked, "How's the mirror? Can you see what I'm doing good enough?"

Steph did like it. She couldn't really lie to save her life anyway, much less to Bucky, who had known her since they were kids. She was probably almost as surprised as he was by some of the things she turned out being into, though.

"Promise I'll tell you if I didn't," she assured. It was part of her efforts to be better at communicating with him, along with not keeping secrets — unless they were good secrets, like this surprise she'd prepared for his birthday. So far she'd been pretty good at it, at least when it came to sex, though she seemed to have more things she liked and wanted to try instead of the other way around.

She certainly liked what he was doing to her enough to close her eyes as she groaned and tried to grind against his hand. But he reminded her that she was supposed to be looking, she'd asked for the mirror after all, so she opened her eyes. "Y-Yeah. You're perfect, baby." The angle was great, but more importantly, the view was great; it almost felt like she was watching a porn video. "Are you gonna make me come before you fuck me with your cock?"

Bucky was far from perfect. They both knew that. But it wasn't exactly the time or place for that correction. He did think they were perfectly matched, though. Both in and out of their bedroom.

"That's my plan, sweetheart," he told her with a bit of a cheeky grin. "You know I love making you fall apart, why wouldn't I want to do it a couple times?" Bucky pressed another kiss to his most recent red mark on his ass before sitting back on his heels, watching his hand as he fingered her. It took almost nothing to get her dripping wet, and the shine on his hand was obvious. "I was even thinking I might make you come, then slide my dick into you when you're in the middle of it."

"It's supposed to be your birthday," Steph reminded, though the breathlessness in her voice and the expression on her face made it clear to Bucky just how much she liked his idea. But, yes, he was supposed to be the one getting his wishes fulfilled, not the other way around.

There was just something so hot about him casually sitting there and fingering her, almost utterly relaxed, while she was tied up and on her knees with her ass sticking out and her underwear in pieces, being wound up until she fell apart. He could make her come just by continuing what he was doing and talking dirty to her — and she told him that, if only so he could realize the effect he had on her. He drove her crazy in the best ways.

Bucky grinned as he watched her. "I know, sweetheart," he responded, then leaned forward to kiss her skin gently again. "And I'm enjoying my gift." Steph was an idiot if she didn't think he genuinely enjoyed making her feel good and making her come over and over.

He only ever let himself touch her with his metal hand gently, always worried he'd accidentally hurt her with it, so he let the cold fingertips lightly run up the skin of her outer thigh. "Best gift I've ever gotten, in fact," he admitted as he started to press a second finger in alongside the first, starting to stretch her out a bit so he could enter her easily when it was time. "And you wrapped it up so pretty for me and everything."

Steph was an idiot, but Bucky already knew that.

She beamed, delighted that he loved her present. It was his first birthday since they got together, and she wanted to make it special. Not that she wouldn't do anything special in the succeeding years, but the first was always something else.

Then she was groaning again, his two fingers feeling tight even after the many times they'd had sex. Her hips moved in response, and while she expected to look silly wriggling on the bed while in her current position, their reflection said otherwise. So naughty. So hot. "One more finger, baby?" she gasped. She knew she could take three, but she'd never seen that from this angle.

"What, you want more in this tiny little body of yours?" Bucky teased her, scissoring his two fingers open to work at stretching her. He knew she could take three of his fingers just like she could take four of her own (one of these days he should really take some pictures of that), but he was pretty sure he liked it when he said things like that to her anyway.

After picking his phone up in his metal hand, Bucky aimed the camera before working a third finger into her, taking photos of the way she stretched as well as the marks on her ass along the way. "You always start so tight, sweetheart," he said with a grin. "Sometimes I get surprised at how much you can take in you." Slowly, he began to work his fingers in and out of her, spreading them out a bit every once in a while for good measure.

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

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