Soapy Soldier

"Fuck, Buck." You panted. He chuckled into your shoulder, nails digging deeper into your hip as he grinded. "Nice rhyme there, Doll." "Shut. Up." "What was that?" He started moving slower, making a whine shoot out from your mouth. You felt his lips curl into a devious smile as he pressed a kiss onto your skin. "Please, don't, I'm sorry." "Good girl." He growled, lifting you onto the counter with his metal arm, the other arm yanking down your underwear. "You are going to be the death of me, Barnes." "That's Sargeant to you, Missy." You rolled your eyes with a breathy laugh. "Sir, yes, Sir." Your sarcasm turned into a moan as his lips started to trail up the inside of your thighs. You tried to speak but realized it was all incoherent ramblings as he slowly lapped in one place before swiping his tongue in little zig-zags, his thumb circling at your entrance gently. You whimpered, bucking forward as your thighs pulled him closer. He smiled, humming before pulling back, making sure you could see him swipe his tongue across his bottom lip. "Need something, Doll?" "Fuck. You." You hissed. "Ah, ah. Use your words." He stood up, grabbing your chin with his metal hand, the other reaching down between the two of you to keep you on edge. "What do you need? You know I'll give you anything you ask for, Doll. Just say the words." You sighed, biting your cheek, half irritated, half loving how teasing he could be with getting your consent. "I want you to have your way with me, James." "Yes, Ma'am." He mocked, pecking your lips before moving back, letting you push the leather jacket off his shoulders. "You are so handsome." You praised, running your hands over the newly exposed metal and flesh. "Mm. Beautiful." He leaned in for a longer kiss as you fiddled around with his belt. He helped you quickly and you smiled against his lips when you heard his pants unzip. "Wanna move to the couch?" You gasped for air. "Table." He only responded with a low growl as he swiped you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you. You moaned at the movement of his steps and he attacked your neck with bites and kisses as he swiped everything off the kitchen table, laying you down. His knee thudded on the table as he climbed over you, whispering in your ear. "Fuck, Doll, you are so gorgeous." "Steve is going to be mad I didn't finish the dishes." "I'll finish 'em when we're done here. Since I interrupted." You giggled but it got cut off by a hum as he lined himself up with you. "You good?" "Very." He licked his lower lip again, flipping his hair out of his face to look at you. "Oh go- James. Holy shit." Your head rolled on the table and he couldn't help but smile, a hand coming to rest on your throat. You whimpered and he responded with a light squeeze. "This what you want, Doll? Want me to choke you?" "P-Please." "I feel like you use me for my arm sometimes." He faked a pout, thrusting faster. "Fucking hell, Bucky, just choke me!" His grip tightened and he gave you a dark look followed by a smirk. A squeak escaped you but you couldn't muster any other noises. "You are so delicious. Can still taste you on my lips." His words spun in your head as your eyes fluttered closed. His lips brushed your ear as he said "the only thing sweeter to taste is your blood." Your heart rate sped up as soon as the words left his mouth and you felt faint. He let go and you slowly drew in air through your nose before sighing dreamily. "You still with me, Doll?" He chuckled and you nodded. "Good. I know you wouldn't want me to stop before you finish." You whined and he smiled, kissing you before walking to the counter, grabbing a knife. You finally managed to open your eyes and immediately groaned. Bucky in his white muscle shirt covered in dirt, hair a tangled mess, the veins in his arms prominent as he gripped the pocket knife he had left on the counter left you speechless. He returned to his spot on the table but lowered his head, kissing your collarbone before tearing your dress off in one swipe. "Again?" You laughed and he laughed too, shaking his head. "There's my smart-mouthed girl." "This is the third dress this month." "Quit wearing them." He suggested as he reached to unhook your bra. "You are the one who likes them." "I like tearing them off too. That's on you." You laughed, shaking your head in defeat as you relaxed into his touch. He tossed everything to the floor, sliding both hands up your sides teasingly slow before brushing his flesh thumb over your nipple. "Oh." "Mmm." He grabbed the other breast with his metal hand, leaning in to lick and suck on the other. "O-o-ohhh, Bucky. Fuck fuck please." Your nails tore down his back, making him moan around your chest. He pulled back and swept the knife back up from where he had dropped it. He dragged the non-sharpened side down the middle of your chest between your breasts, making you shudder. "What now, Doll?" You didn't say anything, just craned your neck backwards which caused him to chuckle again. "You are spoiled." "Mhmmm." You bit your lip as you felt the metal reach your skin, not pressing hard enough to cut, but enough to leave an indent. You swallowed slowly, careful not to move too much. "God, you look so pretty like this. I love you." You smiled, eyes reaching his. He moved the blade again and as soon as you found safe, you whispered it back. "I love you too, Buck." "Want me to keep playing with this?" He spun the knife between his fingers. "Or do you want me to just take care of you?" Usually you would drag this out longer, ask him to cut you, watch the way your blood mixed with his saliva, the way he smiled when he saw your eyes pressed tightly closed, mouth gaped open… but you knew Steve wasn't going to be out much longer and it was your night for dishes. "Let's finish before America's Ass can yell at me… again." Bucky grinned, knowing he had caused multiple disputes between you and Steve about this. Bucky hurried to get back into a comfortable position before pounding into you again. His hands dug into the table, his forearms resting on either side of you. Your lips pressed into his neck which was salty with sweat. "Buck-oh-Bucky." "Y/N." He grunted, thrusts faltering as he got closer to coming. "I should do dishes in a dress more often." You were coming undone, but couldn't resist picking on him. He chuckled with a moan, tossing his head back so your lips could easier reach his neck. "Fuck!" You tightened around him as you came and as he came too, you heard a crack. You opened your eyes to see the wood splintering under Bucky's fingers. Bucky panted, looking to where your eyes were pointed. "Shit." He breathed out, causing you to laugh, covering your face. "He's gonna kill us." "Oh yeah." You both laughed, exchanging kisses. His hands left the parts of the table he had cracked and came to cradle either side of your face. "James, what the fuck?!" For a second you panicked, not wanting Steve to see you but you noticed Bucky already had his pants back up and was covering your naked body with his own. "Steve… language." Bucky fought back a smile and you muffled a giggle with his chest. "Oh my- you know what? You are going to build a new table. A whole new one. That you haven't had sex on. Right after you are done doing the dishes." "Alright, alright." Steve made another sound of disgust before turning back to the door and leaving. "I hate you both!" "No you don't!" Bucky called back before looking back down at you. "I'll be upstairs when I'm done here. Then I'll draw you a bath for a… sweeter… round two?" "Sounds perfect. I'll dry?" You offered, nodding to the sink. "Thanks, Doll. I love you." "I love you too, Sergeant James Barnes." You kissed him with a giggle, stealing his jacket off the floor along with your underwear, putting them on before grabbing a dish towel. "Mm, you look good in that too." He noted, raising a brow. "Eyes on the dishes, Buck." You teased, wiggling your hips. "Yes, Ma'am." He slapped you roughly on the ass before grabbing a sponge and filling the sink.