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

Well, that was a hell of an incentive. Not that Steph needed any, more than happy to see Bucky through his pleasure.

She took him all the way in a couple more times until she felt him start to come. When he did, she drew one hand away from his ass to wrap around the base of his cock, just to make sure she had him where she wanted him — though she wouldn't have minded either if he ended up squirting all over her face.

She sucked on his cock like she was drinking through a very large straw, eyes half-lidded and moaning as if she was having the most delicious drink in the world. And she did drink, swallowing his cum down without any hesitation or discomfort. Then, once he was spent, she pushed his cock in deep one more time, for good measure, seeing through her promise to suck him off to the last drop.

She grinned up at him when he withdrew, not at all caring how wet and messy her face and neck were. Her eyes were wide and a little wild. "Fuck, baby. That was fucking hot."

Crying out Steph's name as he came, as well as repeatedly moaning about how much he loved her, how sexy she was, how good she was, Bucky tried to keep his eyes open to watch every bit of how amazing she looked while she drank him down. But, he was only partly successful. He couldn't help the way his eyes still slid closed on occasion as he just enjoyed his climax.

By the time he pulled out of her mouth there was a pleased smile on his face. "You shoulda seen it from my angle," he said between heavy breaths before leaning down to press a hard kiss to her mouth, also not caring about the messy state she was in. For a long moment he just kissed her, groaning at how he could taste himself on her tongue as he let his hands wander her body.

Then he pulled away and, with a smirk, pushed her onto her back before lowering himself to his knees between her open legs. He hooked those long legs over his shoulders before grabbing her thighs and sliding her closer to the edge of the bed, before finally bringing his mouth to her soaked pussy.

"I've made such a mess outta you tonight, Steph," he said with a smirk after tonguing her opening for a few long seconds. "I can still taste myself down here, too." He had originally been planning to eat her out immediately after filling her with come, after all.

But it clearly wasn't any sort of complaint as he immediately leaned back in, only to begin teasing her clit with his mouth instead.

"You're not even gonna get up here?" Steph asked with a laugh, only for that to transform into a moan as Bucky's tongue dove straight into her opening. It was then her turn to bury her hands in his hair, although she didn't steer his head with her grip or anything, just needing something to hold on to while he worked her.

She was glad he didn't mind going down on her, because she loved it when he did. His mouth would actually make her come the fastest, and she was sure that if he insisted on staying down there for a while, he could bring her to her climax more than once.

"Fuck, baby," she gasped, practically writhing on the bed. He was that good, and she made sure to tell him, in the same way he'd been complimenting her earlier. Then, because she was Stephanie Grace Rogers, his childhood best friend who liked to run her mouth and jump headfirst into things, she asked, "You up to helping me find out what this supersoldier stamina is really worth? You're gonna have to get comfortable though, I don't want you hurting your knees."

"I'll grab a pillow to put under my knees if I need it," Bucky said with a smirk as he turned his head, then kissed and nibbled at the tender skin along the inside of his wife's thigh. "Besides, this hotel room is fancy. The carpets are really damn plush."

Honestly, Bucky loved going down on Steph. It was one of the things he'd pictured since he was a teenager, after he first heard one of the guys in the locker room moaning about his girl actually wanting him to do something like that for her. Bucky had pictured doing it for Steph and had absolutely not been turned off by the idea. The opposite, actually.

"But, hey, maybe if I start to get tired, I'll just lie on the bed and have you ride my face like we talked about while I rest up for you," he added, then turned his attention back to what he was doing before.

He went back to tonguing and sucking at her clit, even pressing in enough to bite gently at it, all the while one of his hands on her thighs tightened while the other let go entirely. Bucky brought that hand up to start teasing at her opening with a fingertip, but he didn't press it inside of her. Not yet, at least.

Well, that was easy. Steph honestly thought Bucky wouldn't be keen on the idea, or that he'd agree but give her shit about it and be purposely difficult. It was nice to know that he was as into going down on his spouse as she was, despite most people preferring otherwise.

The agreement made, she let herself sink into the bed. She released his hair and toyed with her breasts instead, partly to not impede whatever he wanted to do while he was down there, and partly to give him something nice to look at if he glanced up her body. She palmed and squeezed them, and pinched and tugged her nipples, all while moaning and shifting her hips restlessly. They both already knew she was a bit loud when she was in the heat of the moment, but she was especially loud and mouthy when intoxicated.

"How many times, do you think?" She would gladly let him hold the record over her head and tease her forever. It was true anyway; he was good with his mouth.

And watch, Bucky did. He even groaned against her skin as he continued to work her. His wife was gorgeous, and she sure knew how to put on a show for him once she had a drink in her. She also had some pipes on her and, while Bucky loved the sound of her moans, he hoped that the expensive hotel put some of that money into soundproofing their rooms.

When Bucky pulled back to answer her, he pushed two fingers into Steph's tight opening. He'd already fucked her once, after all. "At least two more," he said with a smirk. "Or maybe I'll give you those two more, then fuck you again. Hopefully, after that, I'll have enough left in me to give you another one after that." Was he planning too big? Maybe. But as he said earlier, he wouldn't mind letting her sit on his face and ride his mouth to get off if she got tired.

There was no doubt about it, one of Steph's favorite positions was anything where her husband's head ended up between her legs. Bucky looked so hot smirking up at her like that, especially when his mouth was coated in her juice and he was promising to get her off at least four more times.

"That's the spirit," she teased, grinning. "We could probably add one more, if I touch myself while you rest up for a bit." She was glad he didn't mind that she could go further than he did, stamina-wise. She certainly wasn't trying to make him feel emasculated; they were in this together, much in the same way as the other aspects of their lives.

She would probably feel embarrassed about this once she's sober again, but if he liked her like this then she might be less self-conscious and let herself loosen up a little more next time.

Was Bucky sure he could get Steph off that many times before he was too tired to continue? Not really. But he could try, dammit. He might not be as stubborn as his wife was (no one was), but he was plenty stubborn enough on his own.

Crooking his fingers inside of her, Bucky worked his other arm out from under her leg so he could reach up her body to play with one of her fantastic breasts himself.

"Maybe one day," he started before tilting his head down to tease at her clit with the tip of his tongue for just a moment before continuing, "I'll lie down and have you get on top of me so I can eat you out while you go to town on my dick." That sounded like a great way to get two birds with one stone. Three, really, since he loved eating her out, he loved her sucking him off, and he also just loved having her on top of him.

Thrusting his fingers in and out of her a bit faster, Bucky shifted his focus back to making her feel good instead of talking, using his mouth to suck and work her over instead of just the tip of his tongue for a quick tease.

Steph had thought about doing that, actually. She'd seen a couple of porn videos before that showed just that, and it seemed incredibly hot when she pictured herself doing it with Bucky. But she had been too shy to suggest it. She didn't want to turn him off by being too kinky; that and they hadn't even really established just how much he liked going down on her until tonight.

"We can do that tomorrow." Why waste time waiting, right? She'd had enough of waiting, after all the waiting she'd had to do in her life.

With his hand taking over one of her breasts, she slipped her now free one down to rub her clit. It was kind of hot, actually, when his tongue would lick around and under her fingers, or when she would hold her folds open while he licked and sucked on her clit. It was certainly helping her reach her peak faster, which hopefully meant he wouldn't be too tired and he could push through how many more orgasms.

"Fuck, baby," she whimpered when she started to come. That was one.

Edited (missed a word) 2026-03-21 22:52 (UTC)

Bucky even made a point to not only run his tongue over Steph's fingertips from time to time, but he also nipped lightly at them here and there.

And then she was coming. Even if she hadn't cried out, Bucky would have been able to tell easily from the way his wife's walls twitched and spasmed around his moving fingers, plus the way her body tensed up. He slowed his fingers and focused on sucking at her clit, trying to keep her orgasm going for as long as he could. Once he could tell it was starting to wane, however, he pulled back slightly to smirk up his wife's gorgeous body.

"One more, then I'm gonna fuck you again," he promised, just reiterating what he'd already told her earlier.

But Bucky didn't sit on his heels waiting for her to fully recover. In fact, he was pretty sure she was still dealing with the aftershocks when he added a third finger into the mix and immediately began thrusting them in and out of her again.

Edited (changed my mind about the icon lol ) 2026-03-22 06:07 (UTC)

"You're so sexy when you talk dirty, baby," Steph moaned breathlessly. She still had a hand clutching her breast and the other between her legs, though they didn't stay inert for long, not with Bucky already diving right back in with three fingers. Well, fuck.

She moved to grip the edge of the bed with both hands and hoped that would keep her steady as she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against his mouth and tongue. It would be much easier if she was sitting on his face and straddling his head, but she was determined to make it work. They managed to get his cock all the way down her throat, didn't they?

She alternated between gripping the bed and holding her folds open for him. She was practically dripping now, she could even feel her wetness on her ass, but he didn't seem to care about the mess so neither did she. All the better for when he fucked her, right? She would be taking a shower afterward anyway, regardless of how tame or crazy their lovemaking was. Tonight, she loved that they were going at it a little harder, a little rougher, a little wilder.

"I-I'm close," she said, voice quivering. "Use your tongue— oh fuck."

Bucky didn't mind the mess in the slightest. Not only was fair's fair when he made such a mess of her when she took him in her mouth and throat earlier, but the mess was just a sign that he was enjoying herself. If she wasn't, she probably wouldn't be as wet as she was.

And, holy cow, she was wet.

Besides, Bucky's mess was just going to get even worse when he was the one on his back under her, after fucking her. And he looked forward to it.

It seemed to Bucky like her second orgasm was coming faster than her first had, and that was just fine with him, too. When she told him to use his tongue more, he did. First, by moving lower to tease at her skin stretched around his fingers, tonguing and teasing her there as he continued to work his fingers in and out, spreading them open every so often. "Come whenever you want, sweetheart. I'll even let you catch your breath for a minute before I take you again," he teased her before latching back onto her clit, taking special care to work her with his tongue.

"Fuck, you're so good," Steph moaned, eyes squeezed shut and body stilling as she let Bucky have the honor of taking her apart. She already knew she loved his mouth on her, but damn, everything he was doing felt amazing. Was this what they meant by seeing stars? Because holy shit.

It took her a while longer to actually come, despite already teetering at the edge. Her body jerked when she did and she couldn't stop herself from trying to curl up around him, her legs closing around his head. Thankfully she still had a sliver of her wits about her to remember that she could kill a man with a proper squeeze of her thighs, and when she did, she inelegantly moved to get off him and retreat further back on the bed. "Sorry," she panted, before laughing. "I didn't... I didn't wanna hurt you."

It was almost embarrassing to be as wet as she was. But just almost.

"Come here," she invited, even as she was still somewhat curled up and shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Once he did, she pressed a kiss to his messy mouth, groaning at the taste of her on him. "You have a fucking mouth on you, baby, and I love it."

Every time Bucky had a chance to see his wife fall apart, it was an absolute joy, and when she invited him to join her, he went without hesitation, crawling into the bed and wrapping one of his arms around his wife to hold her close as she shuddered. When Steph kissed him, he also groaned as he returned it, more than happy to share her taste with her.

"You're one to talk after what your mouth got up to tonight," he told her with a smirk, bringing his free hand up to tap her chin gently before running his fingertip lightly down the underside of her chin and the front of her neck, where his cock had been buried not long ago. It really was fortunate that both of them seemed to like using their mouths so damn much.

He lay there, holding her close with one hand while letting his other hand gently wander her body until he could tell her orgasm was finally fading away, then he grinned, pushed her onto her back again, and positioned himself over her.

"You're so damn sexy, sweetheart," he told her simply. Catching one of her hands, he laced their fingers together and pressed it to the bed beside her head, then wrapped his other hand around himself. Bucky rubbed the head of his cock between her incredibly wet folds, teasing over her opening for a few seconds before pushing into her with a moan.

Steph's expression was still a little dazed, but her eyes lit up when Bucky ran a finger down her throat and reminded her of how he had his cock shoved in there not too long ago. They'd really done some incredible shit tonight, huh. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the stress of what she'd had to do earlier in the evening, but they didn't use to be so adventurous in bed, despite having had sex frequently. It seemed like it was time to change that; he clearly was not opposed to doing more than just missionary.

Neither did he back down from their little game of how many orgasms is a supersoldier's stamina worth, which felt like would last a while yet. Hunger might even claim her first instead of exhaustion. Regardless of the outcome, it had been fun, and something she would like them to try again in the future. She made a mental note to bring back a toy like the one she'd had so he could still participate even after he was spent.

For now, he was making good on his promise to fuck her. Which was hot and all, but she couldn't help a moment of tenderness, lifting her other hand to his face and cupping his cheek. How did she get so lucky? He still wanted her, he still married her, even after she fucked things up so badly, even after all the times she'd been broken and put back together. She didn't deserve him, she knew that in her core, but she was selfish enough to hold on to him anyway.

"You're everything to me, you know that, right?" He was her best friend, her husband, the love of her life. More than that, however, he was her lifeline, her refuge, her home. It would destroy her completely, should he ever leave.

Bucky smiled at her statement. He couldn't help it, he would always be happy to take a moment of tenderness from her. "You're everything to me, too, Steph," he said, tightening his hand around hers, then brought up his other hand to brush her hair from her face. It might have been from a distance, but she saw how he was in the time between getting home from the war and meeting her at Coney Island. Bucky wasn't about to remind her, but he had been in a dark place.

Maybe not held captive and used by HYDRA dark, but he was far from happy until she found him again.

Leaning down, Bucky gave her a slow kiss as he began to rock his hips. "I'm so damn gald you're my wife. You know that, right?"

Steph hadn't forgotten that she had been the cause of Bucky's pain. She would never forgive herself for that, in all honesty, and she was determined to spend the rest of her life making up for it. She was just grateful that he was giving her the opportunity to do so. She could take him being mad, even hating her, as long as he didn't cut her off and shut her out.

So this? This was everything.

"Yeah, I do," she answered, beaming up at him. Right here, right now, she could believe that. She could keep the regret and darkness far away. In his arms, with their bodies intertwined, nothing else mattered but each other, and they could be happy together. "I'm happy you're happy, and I'll do anything you want, baby."

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