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

[dysmorphics]

 

 

 

 

I don't need a parachute, baby if I've got you
Baby if I've got you, I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me,
You're gonna catch if I fall
( 🎶 )

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[hadagreatpast]

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.

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"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."

[hadagreatpast]

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.

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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.

[hadagreatpast]

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?"

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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."