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

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.

"Y-Yeah," Steph moaned, loving how his fingers were opening her up and no longer shy about letting him know. "I want you filling me up." Whether it was Bucky's dick or hand that did, she wasn't picky, just as she was fine whether he fucked her pussy or her mouth. She just wanted him. It was as simple as that.

Sometimes she still couldn't believe how much she could take in either. His cock was huge, but while she could only take so much of it in her mouth, she managed to fit him inside her just fine. She was excited to see that now, as their position would make it possible for her to really watch the length of him disappear between her legs.

"Can I... can I hold your cock, before you push it inside me?" she asked in between moans. As fun as it was to watch him play with her body, it was torture not to be able to kiss or touch any part of him at all.

"Is that what you want, sweetheart? You just want to touch me?" he asked, grinning down at her. But he was Bucky, and she was the absolute love of his life, so even when he'd agreed to tie her up, he'd still give her what she wanted.

So, he moved around to her side but stayed on the bed. His right hand had to turn in the process, leaving him unable to rub at her clit anymore, but he was able to keep his fingers inside her tight pussy. Using his left hand, he quickly untied her wrists before taking one of her tiny hands and guiding it to his hard cock. "Better?"

Besides, it wasn't like she would be able to touch him all that much when he was fucking her from behind anyway, even without her hands tied.

"Can't really kiss you in this position," Steph pouted, though Bucky knew her well enough to tell that she wasn't truly upset. It was all just part of this little game they were playing, which they'd both been enjoying so far.

She didn't expect him to untie her, just maybe to rub his cock teasingly against her bound hands, but she supposed that would require him to pull his fingers out of her and neither of them wanted that. Not that she was complaining, though. Her tiny fingers closed around his cock eagerly, then slid up the length of it. "Better," she groaned, shifting to lean on one shoulder and look out her side to try to see her hand on his dick. Maybe it was all the sex, but she seemed to have gotten flexible enough to manage something, at least enough for a glimpse. God, she loved seeing how big he was.

Despite only having asked to touch, she started stroking him. He would tell her to stop or pull away if she shouldn't be doing it anyway. Or maybe he would call her naughty and tie her up again. That would actually be pretty hot.

"You kiss me plenty often anyway, sweetheart," Bucky groaned out softly as he let Steph stroke him for a good long minute, his fingers moving in and out of her all the while. Small and soft, her hands felt so different than his own when he touched himself. Plus, maybe it was a little bit of that leftover caveman instinct that most men had in one way or another, but he couldn't help enjoying the fact that he looked even bigger when wrapped in those tiny hands.

Eventually, however, he pulled his hips back with a smirk, placing himself so she could no longer reach his cock, and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. "That's enough of that. I said you could hold it, not jerk me off," he teased her before picking the ribbon back up. Bucky made quick work of grabbing Steph's hands and tying her up once again before moving back behind her, where he gave her a single, light smack on the ass before pushing his fingers right back into her while his thumb went back to rubbing her clit.

Steph whined audibly when Bucky pulled away, but she didn't really struggle. She didn't even protest to being tied up again, and simply settled back into the original position he'd put her in, cheek to the bed and ass lifted. She did, however, exclaim, "Hey! What was that for?" when he slapped her ass, though a soft, breathless laugh accompanied it, not truly upset or anything. She was just thinking about him doing that to her, after all.

"Was I being naughty?" she added before he could answer her, but her yapping was momentarily interrupted by the moan he tore out of her by rubbing her clit. She could tell from his face in the mirror that he liked that, though. Somehow her sexual side didn't turn him off, despite being a little wild and a little kinky most of the time. "I can be a good girl, you know."

She used to hate being called a girl, or anything that infantilized her. But he could call her whatever he wanted. So far, baby doll was her favorite, though good girl was now suddenly appealing with her being tied up and everything.

Bucky grinned at her reaction. All of her reactions, really, as she was clearly enjoying the things he was doing to her as much as he was enjoying doing them.

"You know for a fact you were being naughty, kitten. You're usually being naughty," he responded as he used his metal hand to slide her nightdress further up her back. Sure, the back was mostly open anyway, but the sight of it bunched up under her arms while the rest of her was bare, red marks on her ass that he'd put there with his mouth? It was just another fantastic part of her birthday gift for him. "You're a kinky little thing, and I'm not sure you've ever been a good girl in your life."

She had been, of course. At some point. He was sure of it.

"Besides, I just really like the sight of your ass like this. I should get you in this position more often."

Kitten, huh? Well, Steph was absolutely in a playful mood and ready to do anything for the birthday boy, so when he ran a hand up her back to push her nightdress further up, she gave a little purr.

"Hey, I was good before you came," she protested with a laugh. Whether she meant it literally or sexually, well, it didn't even really matter, did it? And, God, if she wasn't already wet, being called a good girl by Bucky would've done that in a heartbeat. Now she was just getting more worked up.

Being labeled kinky took her aback, but only for a second. She knew the term, she'd been looking up porn and stuff enough on the Google to learn it, but hearing it being said about her felt different. But not in a bad way. More of an empowering way, like some kind of affirmation that she was attractive and someone to be desired.

"Now you're being naughty," she teased. "I like it when you're naughty."

"I'd give you another swat on the ass, but my good hand's kinda busy right now," Bucky teased her before spreading his fingers out inside of her again while he pressed a bit harder at her clit with his thumb. "Here I am, trying to get you off, and you're calling me naughty."

Not that he minded, which she should be able to tell by the lightness in his tone and the soft laugh that escaped him. Because, to be honest, he was often naughty with her, wasn't he? He'd always wanted to be with her in every way, but Steph made him want to do everything with her.

And on top of that, she made him feel less old and rundown. And just... happy. It had been so damn long since Bucky had felt genuinely happy the way he did with her.

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

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