𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 | 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 |

nineteen*

NSFW warning :p

AS they stumble into Bucky's room, the air between them is thick with excitement and anticipation. Bucky lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, and Madeleine follows his gentle pull, settling onto his lap with her legs wrapped around him. Their kisses grow heated, his hands finding her waist and holding her firmly, almost possessively, as if he's anchoring himself in the moment. Each touch sends a current between them, a wordless promise of trust and affection.

"Am I dreaming, or is it really my birthday?" She teases softly against his lips, a playful smile curving at the corner of her mouth as she looks into his eyes.

He chuckles, low and warm, his own eyes gleaming with mischief. The room feels like a world of their own, a safe place where they can finally let down their guards and be entirely themselves.

As they kiss, she can feel the way his lower body responds to her touch, and an idea flits through her mind. She draws back slightly, biting her lip, and Bucky raises his brows, intrigued. 

"What's on your mind?" he asks, his voice soft yet full of curiosity.

Her cheeks flush, but she meets his gaze with a quiet, sincere confidence. "I'm feeling like I want to take care of that." she whispers, her voice gentle but filled with resolve.

Madeliene nods down to the tent in Bucky's trousers and a look of surprise flickers across his face. He brings a hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing a light path along her jaw. "Are you sure?" He asks, his tone both respectful and encouraging. When she nods, he leans back slightly, his surprised expression turning into a sly smirk when he follows her gaze. "Well, go on then."

It's been a long time since a woman has offered this particular favor, and he's more than happy to accept her offer. Bucky encourages her, his tone deep yet quiet, almost a whisper as he watches her move down towards his trousers with her eager hands. 

"You sure?" She murmurs, her hand resting gently on his thigh, just inches from his groin.

He leans forward and kisses her. "Absolutely."

Bucky's heart rate increases, though it's more anticipation than nervousness. He watches, enthralled, as Madeleine shifts to sit on the floor between his knees, and her fingers begin to unbutton his fly.

She flashes him a warm, tender smile before turning her attention back to his lap. Once his fly is unzipped, she begins to push his pants and boxers down. Bucky lifts his hips to help her, and she eases them off, leaving him bare.

Madeliene reaches for him and runs her fingers over his length, her eyes watching his face, studying his reaction. When his lips part and his breath comes a little faster, she wraps her hand around him and strokes him, slow and steady.

He can't help but groan softly. The sensations of her touch are so sweet. He's missed having a woman's hands on him, and it feels even better because it's her.

Madeleine's lips curl in a pleased little smile as she watches his face, and she keeps stroking, her hand moving at a steady pace. When his cock starts to throb and he lets out a soft moan, she leans in and licks the tip, tasting him.

Bucky's hips jerk a little, his body reacting to her tongue. He reaches down and cups her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips. She leans in and takes the head of his cock into her mouth, and begins to gently suck, her lips working over him.

"Mads," Bucky groans, his voice tight and throaty. His fingers slip into her hair and stroke her, encouraging her to keep going.

The avenger begins bobbing her head, taking him in deeper, and she swirls her tongue around him. Her free hand rests on his thigh and gives a squeeze.