A/N: this is just pure smut
You sat on the couch in your favourite shirt, scribbling on your drawing pad, waiting for Bucky to come home. You had nothing else on but panties, wanting to give him a surprise when he got home when he got home. The strokes of the pencil reflected your impatience as if you had become one with your art.
It was a sketch of you and Bucky in a rather compromising pose. It demonstrated Bucky's hands cradling your back, holding you to him and your head thrown back in pleasure. Bucky had never seen these sketches of him. You had only shown him the landscape and the flowers that you drew for a living.
You closed your eyes and imagine his hands on you, exploring your body slowly. His fingertips grazing your skin and his devilish tongue doing as it pleases. You heard the lock turn and you sat up straight, recomposing yourself.
Bucky lumbered through the doorway and gave you a sweet smile. You scrambled from your seat on the sofa and launched yourself into his arms. He embraced you tightly, happy to have you back in his arms again. He had been on a mission for the last couple of days and he missed you dearly, waiting to get back home to you.
You felt his stomach growl and you laughed, giving him a quick peck on the lips before skipping off to the kitchen to make him dinner. After a few moments of looking at the refrigerator, you walk back to the living room to tell Bucky the options for dinner and he's sitting there, with your drawing pad in his hands. You froze, embarrassment heated your cheeks and Bucky turned around, sensing you were there, his eyebrow arched and a smirk on his face.
"What would you like for dinner?" You squeaked, your heart beating at an impossible rate.
"You. I crave you." Bucky growled before striding towards you and pulling your body against his, crashing his lips onto yours. He backed you up to the door, kissing you passionately. Bucky pushes his hips against yours, making undeniable contact with his crotch. Your fingers entangled in his hair, pulling the brown locks as he caresses your face. His left hand traveled down to the back of your thigh and hoisted you up onto his waist while his right his remained on your cheek.
He carried you to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed. Clambering on top of you, Bucky effortlessly ripped your shirt apart, exposing your breasts.
"That was my favourite shirt." You pouted. Bucky's eyes were on your chest, admiring the artwork in front of him.
"Then I will buy you a dozen more so I can tear them off of you time after time." He breathed, in awe of your beauty. Bucky's hands cup your breasts, massaging them and then traveled down your torso to your panties, and then down your thigh. Your hands reach out to the hem of Bucky's shirt, pulling it over his head and threw it aside. Bucky captured you in another kiss before pulling away. He closed his eyes, feeling your skin as if it were Braille. He wanted to know every part of you, to love every part of you.
First, his hands roamed down your arms and Bucky kissed each of your fingertips, sending tingles up your arms and down your spine. Then, his lips found your neck, leaving small pecks along your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone. You let out a moan as he kisses down your chest, cupping your left breast and captured the nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue, giving you pulses of pleasure. He turned his attention the the other breast, which he gave the same treatment to. Bucky began to ghost down the middle of your abdomen, lightly kissing each of your hips. You squirmed in anticipation but his skipped the place that needed the most attention. Bucky pulled back, giving the side of your foot a kiss before kissing up your leg at a painfully slow pace. He stopped at the very inner part of the thigh and started again with the other leg.
Bucky paused before your pussy. Looking at you, sprawled on the bed, impatient and in need. He let out a small breath onto your clit and you squirm and moan. It was driving you insane. Without warning, Bucky's lips latched onto your clit, sucking and lapping at your pussy. His wicked tongue flicked your clit and your hips bucked, pleasure overwhelming you. His hands on your legs, pulling you even closer to him and then it was gone. You whimpered and your hips moved, begging for attention. You heard the unmistakable sound of a belt unbuckling and then some shuffling.
"Brace yourself." He warned and then slammed inside you. You felt him fill you and the pleasure was back. His thrusts got more powerful and Bucky began to move faster, pounding you harder. He was rough, but god, you loved it. His hand moved to your clit and began to massage it. The pleasure increased and you arched your back, feeling the power and the force that engulfed you. His hands moved to your back, pulling you up so that the both of you were chest to chest. You buried you face in his shoulder, overwhelmed by the feeling of him.
"Just like your drawings" He whispered into your ear and nipped it gently. Your response was incoherent as he began to thrust with even more force. No one could have imagined this passion and sensitivity.
"Look at me." Bucky commanded and your eyes snapped open, finding his blue ones that looked at you adoringly.
You bit your lip as the pressure that had been building inside of you unfurled, sending waves of sensation through your body. Your fingernails dig into Bucky's back, and you clung onto him, unable to move.
"James!" You screamed and that was Bucky's undoing. You felt his release inside of you as his thrusts became sloppy and he collapsed on top of you, groaning.
The both of you breathed heavily, gasping for air. Bucky nuzzled into your neck and his arms kept you close to him.
"Best dinner ever." He mumbles and you hum in agreement, still lost in the euphoria.
"But when, baby doll, is dessert?"
