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Moodboard for my current ongoing fic "Against All Discouragement". Chapter 52/58 posted💙
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Original Female Character(s). James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers.
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes. Original Female Character(s). Steve Rogers. Natasha Romanoff. General Dreykov (MCU). Melina Vostakoff.
Additional tags: dead dove: do not eat, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt, graphic descriptions of consensual sex (p in v), oral (f &m receiving), Hydra, Red Room, Bucky Barnes trained black widows in the red room, mind control, psychological trauma, psychological torture, canonical child abuse, canon/typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, unreliable narrator, recorded media / tapes, erased history, institutional abuse, physical abuse under mind control, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Dark Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is not okay, alternate universe - canon divergence, not canon compliant, Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier programming, protective Winter Soldier, dark romance, slow burn, trauma bonding.
Summary:
In 1963, the Red Room acquires a child for the newly established Black Widow Program.
In 1979, the Red Room initiates an internal experiment at a facility in Belarus.
In 1980, she is paired with the Winter Soldier, forming one of Hydra's most effective teams.
In 1986, Agent Anastasia Shishkova is executed as a traitor and erased from history.
In 2010, James Buchanan Barnes receives a collection of tapes that were never meant to exist.
Read on AO3 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/78800276/chapters/206657271]
just wanna say that I've cried for the last 5 chapters of your ao3 winter soldier fic and that I'm not doing well because of you but also that I love you and you should never ever ever stop writing
oh my 🥹 I really appreciate this. I’m so glad it’s making you feel something. Writing that fic was soo daunting but I’ll forever be glad I did it because of responses like this 💙
Moodboard for my current ongoing fic "Against All Discouragement". Chapter 52/58 posted💙
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Original Female Character(s). James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers.
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes. Original Female Character(s). Steve Rogers. Natasha Romanoff. General Dreykov (MCU). Melina Vostakoff.
Additional tags: dead dove: do not eat, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt, graphic descriptions of consensual sex (p in v), oral (f &m receiving), Hydra, Red Room, Bucky Barnes trained black widows in the red room, mind control, psychological trauma, psychological torture, canonical child abuse, canon/typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, unreliable narrator, recorded media / tapes, erased history, institutional abuse, physical abuse under mind control, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Dark Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is not okay, alternate universe - canon divergence, not canon compliant, Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier programming, protective Winter Soldier, dark romance, slow burn, trauma bonding.
Summary:
In 1963, the Red Room acquires a child for the newly established Black Widow Program.
In 1979, the Red Room initiates an internal experiment at a facility in Belarus.
In 1980, she is paired with the Winter Soldier, forming one of Hydra's most effective teams.
In 1986, Agent Anastasia Shishkova is executed as a traitor and erased from history.
In 2010, James Buchanan Barnes receives a collection of tapes that were never meant to exist.
Read on AO3 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/78800276/chapters/206657271]
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Against All Discouragement - Winter Soldier x OC - longfic
(21/58 chapters posted). I post every tue, thu, sun!
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Original Female Character(s). James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers. James “Bucky” Barnes & Natasha Romanoff.
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes. Original Female Character(s). Steve Rogers. Natasha Romanoff. General Dreykov (MCU). Melina Vostakoff.
Additional tags: dead dove: do not eat, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt, graphic descriptions of consensual sex (p in v), oral (f &m receiving), Hydra, Red Room, Bucky Barnes trained black widows in the red room, mind control, psychological trauma, psychological torture, canonical child abuse, canon/typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, unreliable narrator, recorded media / tapes, erased history, institutional abuse, physical abuse under mind control, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is not okay, alternate universe - canon divergence, not canon compliant, Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier programming, protective Winter Soldier, dark romance, slow burn, trauma bonding.
Summary: In 1963, the Red Room acquires a child for the newly established Black Widow Program.
In 1979, the Red Room initiates an internal experiment at a facility in Belarus.
In 1980, she is paired with the Winter Soldier, forming one of Hydra's most effective teams.
In 1986, Agent Anastasia Shishkova is executed as a traitor and erased from history.
In 2010, James Buchanan Barnes receives a collection of tapes that were never meant to exist.
Read on AO3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/78800276/chapters/206657271
summary: mia is top of her class by day and high-end escort by night, a necessary arrangement to afford the kind of future she's working toward. bucky barnes has a reputation at the agency. he never fucks the escorts he books, never books the same girl twice, really (really) enjoys giving head, and is to nobody's surprise...very good at it.
tags/warnings: non-canon, set in fictional non-named city, age gap (she's early-mid twenties, he's probably late thirties), use of pet-names (sweetheart, honey, doll, baby) smut, practically pwp, no use of y/n, no use of first person, shifting povs, strangers to fuck-buddies to maybe feelings/maybe just unquenchable lust, some fluff, aftercare, heavy praise kink, talking her through it, (soft)dom!bucky, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, luxurious filth.
word count: 7.1K
-His eyes looked hungry as they took her in, his mouth opening slowly to speak.
“I want you to tell me what feels good. What feels amazing. Don’t be shy. The only way I have a good time, is if you have a good time,” he whispered.
Mia nodded. Finding any words in that moment felt like a far reach.
“And there’s nothing I love more than a woman who knows how to enjoy herself,” his lips curled into a smirk, his thumb brushing along her jaw.-
authors note: a lil' plot. a lot of smut. I was in the mood for something mouthwateringly filthy. enjoy (:
read on AO3
“No fucking way!” Natasha gasped, her glass nearly smacked the table as her eyes went wide.
“What?” Mia’s eyebrows raised in slight panic.
“Did you just say, J. B.?” Natasha’s grin stretched so wide, Mia thought it might split her face in half.
“Yes?” she raised a nervous eyebrow.
“God, I’m so fucking jealous! Do you know I’ve been manifesting him as a client for the past year?” Natasha groaned, throwing her drink back. “You have to tell me everything. Do you understand? Every single fucking detail, Mia. I’m serious,” she almost growled.
“Honestly, I’m fucking lost right now,” Mia put her phone back down, hiding the screen against the table.
None of the drunk grad students around them would have a clue what a notification from ‘The Meridian & Co’ meant. Still, Mia felt jumpy about it in public.
Even after eight months, it still felt surreal. Like she’d slipped into a secret world she hadn’t fully learned the rules of.
“Remember Jasmine?" Natasha’s face wore that annoyed expression. The one that told Mia she was doing a bad job at keeping up.
“Jasmine…” she pondered, the name sounding so familiar.
“Cute blonde. Came to the mixer? Really thick Georgia accent?”
“Oh! Yes! I remember Jasmine. What happened to her? She was sweet—” Mia exclaimed.
“Who cares! She had him as a client. J.B. Said it was the best orgasm of her fucking life. Verbatim."
Mia choked down her next sip of wine, clearing her throat before she steadied her eyes against Natasha’s gaze again.
“Of her life?”
“Her fucking life” Natasha gave her a suggestive look, sipping her drink. “He’s beloved, to say the least. Respectful. And I hear he’s a great tipper. He has a one-time rule though. Never books the same girl twice.”
“Why?” Mia’s eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
“Who knows? And again, who cares! Oh, and get this….” Natasha leaned closer, smug smile curling at her mouth. “Rumor has it, you don’t even have to lift a finger,” she whispered.
“Wait…what do you mean, don’t have to lift a finger?” Mia whispered back, eyes narrowed.
If she’d gotten a penny for every time a grown man had paid her for a full hour, and spent it crying into the pillow—she’d have exactly two pennies. Which wasn’t a lot. But it was weird that it had happened to her twice.
“Apparently, he gets off on just…making you come,” Natasha grinned.
Heat rushed to Mia’s cheeks. She leaned closer, lips parting.
“Making you come? What, like—” she barely managed before Natasha flashed her a wicked smile, dragging her tongue slowly over her top lip.
*
J.B was a Black Key client.
Which hadn’t meant anything to Mia a few months ago. But with almost a year’s worth of bookings under her belt, she now knew what that entailed.
It was the highest tier.
Private suite. Exclusive set up—which included hotel staff, elevators and hallways being pre-notified. No photos and minimal contact.
Absolute discretion.
These men hand-selected their own girls. And the thought of him picking her made her nerves jitter for the first time all night.
She pictured Natasha rolling her eyes and shaking her by the shoulders at the mention of nerves. Mia was still astounded she’d gotten through her first appointment.
But she’d developed a knack for it by now.
Mia had met Natasha in their shared psych-class two semesters ago, and upon opening up about her struggles with tuition, Natasha, crafty as ever—had offered the perfect solution. High end escorting.
Her jaw had dropped to the floor at first.
“High end escort? You mean, like...a prostitute?” she’d almost gasped.
“Hey! Rudyard Kipling called it the ‘oldest profession in the world’ for a reason. Besides, it’s not like that. This isn’t medieval times. There’s a proper and safe way to do these things,” Natasha had explained.
The Meridian & Co was very underground.
Discreet, private, and members only with a capital M.
The clients were vetted and tested. Payments were secure and conditions were safe. The process of becoming an escort might have been the only process more grueling than becoming a client.
But to Mia, it had been worth every penny.
Tuition was crushing. Rent was sky-high. And then there were lab fees, books, food, transit. It added up faster than she could catch her breath.
She charged a flat rate of $1,500 an hour, and $3,000 for the 3 hour package. With as little as two clients a month, on a package special, she was already set for rent and all her other bills. Buying herself the priceless time to study, and a shot at her future.
Mia adjusted her dress, tugging at the hem.
Standard black satin slip. Mid thigh length with delicate straps.
It gave her a little movement when she walked, always a safe choice. She paired it with her classy heels, which was a slim black stiletto. Matte. Not to be confused with the sky-high stiletto, with a polish and sharp point, that Natasha so lovingly had named — The Hooker Heels.
That girl had a sense of humor about most things, even shitty clients and underwhelming tips.
Her phone buzzed, and Mia quickly picked it up.
A notification from The Meridian & Co.
‘Appointment Reminder— J. B. 9.30 PM.’
The second notification was a text from Natasha.
‘Have fun! Pack something playful ;) Enjoy the best orgasm of your fucking life and save me all the details!!!’
She rolled her eyes, giggling to herself before she headed for the front door.
*
Mia stepped out of the car, running a hand through the ends of her hair. She adjusted her trench coat with quick precision, tugging it into place as she made her way towards the door.
She tucked one hand into her pocket, checking the time.
9.00 PM.
Usually she’d arrive only 15 minutes early, but she felt like she could use a full thirty tonight.
The Harrington hotel was upscale, to say the least. Polished marble, dark interior, and a quiet and sparse lobby.
Mia noticed upon entering how everyone moved with purpose. There was no idle chit-chatting, and no loud greetings.
Her heels clicked loudly against the expensive marble floor as she neared the front desk.
“Good evening,” the woman behind the counter gave her a subtle smile.
“Good evening. I’m–uh—here for 9.30. Lila,” she muttered.
Lila was the alias she used with Meridian & Co. They didn’t allow real names to be exposed to the clients. Mia hadn’t dared ask why this rule was in place, she only trusted that it made sense.
The woman behind the counter gave her a curt nod as she tapped her fingers against the keyboard, and quickly produced a room key.
“Top floor. Room 1283,” she handed her the heavy keycard, and directed her to the private elevator.
As the doors closed, and Mia was finally by herself again, she exhaled. She fidgeted with the card, eyes steadily locked on the floor numbers as they ticked up.
The hallway was dark. The maroon carpet lush beneath her shoes, silencing the sound of her steps. The lights were dim, the walls painted a deep red and the numbers by the door illuminated by small spotlights.
Soon enough, Room 1283 slid into view—and she pressed her card against the keypad as she waited for the click.
The suite was perfection.
Mia found herself relieved to have decided on being earlier than usual.
The room had a minimalist edge. Clean lines that spoke of subtle luxury. Non-cluttered. The lighting was soft. Warm. The brightness shared between table lamps and dimmable ceiling lights. She carefully stepped out of her shoes, heading over to the large windows. Floor to ceiling curtains were drawn for privacy, but she tugged them slightly to the side, dying to see the view.
It had been a long elevator ride to the very top, and Mia could see the entire city from here. The skyline was stunning. Lights danced in the distance, and the window offered a distant hum of the busy city below.
She walked over to the bed, sliding her palm along the sheet. King-sized. High thread count. It felt even softer than the satin dress she’d put on.
There was a mountain of pillows along the headboard, neatly arranged. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a mess after they were finished. Sheets pulled and pillows on the floor.
She had no idea what to expect.
The room smelled like fresh linen, or something faintly flowery. Mia’s feet felt comfortable against the soft rug, protecting her skin from the cold marble.
A bucket of ice balanced a bottle of champagne on the table by the bed. Two crystal flutes standing next to it. She eyed the tray of fresh fruit and artisan chocolates. Her fingers gently brushed over the card placed neatly against the strawberries.
‘Enjoy’, it said. Handwritten.
“If you insist,” Mia muttered beneath her breath. She would usually avoid drinking before an appointment. But she was nervous. Really fucking nervous.
The set-up itself was intimidating.
The low lights, the expensive alcohol, the sheer luxury of the suite. It all made her chest tighten.
She felt for a second like she might’ve signed up for something out of her league. That she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
She wasn’t experienced enough for a Black Key client. The stakes were higher, the expectations sharper. What if she couldn’t keep up? Or deliver? Or—
Mia grabbed the champagne and poured herself a glass.
She tried to sip it slowly as she walked around the room, doing her best to patiently eye the abstract art on the walls.
But her heart was still racing, no matter how many deep breaths she took. And that stupid jazz music that was playing over the sound system didn’t help either.
Mia leaned over the speaker, toying with the nobs, desperate to find a way to turn it off.
And then she heard footsteps in the hall.
*
She barely had time to get a proper glance at herself in the mirror before the door clicked. Mia ran a quick hand through her hair. The loose curls she’d put in before she left her apartment were still holding up nicely. The subtle shimmer on her full mouth made her lips look soft, and kiss-ready.
If he was in to that.
And her long lashes were curled to perfection.
The door clicked, and a shadow fell across the floor.
Her pulse jumped, stomach tightened. She tried to ignore the small shiver that ran down her spine.
Mia wasn’t sure if she should sit. Or stand. Or pace. Or wait.
Act natural?
She’d somehow forgotten what that looked like.
She adjusted the strap of her dress one last time, fingers clutching the neck of the champagne flute tightly. Lips parted as she tried to draw a steady breath. Her other hand pressed to the side of her thigh, trying to ground herself against the satin of her dress.
“Hello.”
It was all Mia could do not to jump. She swallowed, turning over her shoulder.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Hi,” she managed, somehow without swallowing her own tongue.
The trace of his expensive cologne filled the distance between them.
He was tall. His posture impeccable as he moved into the room slowly. Each step confident, unhurried, controlled. A presence that filled the room without much effort.
Her eyes trailed along the shape of him. Tailored black suit. Polished shoes. The subtle flash of the watch on his wrist, which looked to be worth no less than $10,000.
“I see you got started. Good,” he nodded to the champagne glass in her hand, as he walked over to grab the other one for himself.
Mia watched his hands, strong and practised. Steady. The sharp line of his jaw that curved beneath the soft stubble covering his cheeks. His broad shoulders and that measured gaze.
She wasn’t sure she could speak properly if he looked at her again.
He was fucking handsome. That was no secret, and he looked well aware of the fact.
“What do you prefer to be called?” he muttered, looking over his shoulder at her.
Mia didn’t dare move, the champagne trembling in her glass as she readied herself to speak.
“Lila’s fine,” she managed.
“Lila. You okay with nicknames, Lila?” he took a sip, walking towards her calmly.
“Sure.”
“Anything specific you don’t want me to use?”
“Nothing that comes to mind. I’m pretty open,” Mia shrugged. Good. She was keeping her voice steady.
“What about you?” she asked, her eyes locking against his.
His gaze was steel blue. Intriguingly warm for something that looked so cold. She caught on the barely-there white flecks in his stubble, along the side of his chin.
His hair was longer, tucked behind his ears. The ends curled forward ever so slightly.
“Bucky’s fine,” his lips curled softly.
Bucky.
“Before we get started, I’d like to clarify a few things,” he cleared his throat. “I have a very demanding job. Which means, I have no time for a relationship. I’m not able to deliver on anything romantic, or any sort of commitment. Women usually take that personally, and because of that I don’t do casual dating and hookups anymore. I’m not married. I don’t have kids. So nothing I do here is going to hurt anyone else. I want you to feel safe about that,” he put the glass down, unbuttoning his jacket.
“I do this to relax. It’s a way for me to focus, and unwind, when needed. That being said, I have a lot of respect for the work that you do. I see the skill it takes. The trust, attention, care. And I appreciate your time” He slid his jacket off.
Mia felt slightly dumbfounded, looking at him the way she was. His broad shoulders and the tapered line of his waist. The man looked like he’d have absolutely no issues finding himself a new woman every night, if he so pleased.
Bucky hung his jacket over the back of the chair, and undid the cufflinks on his dress shirt.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he smiled.
Mia swallowed, swirling the champagne against the edges of the glass before she spoke.
“What did you have in mind for tonight?” her voice was still steady, and she thanked herself for the composure she’d managed to grasp onto.
“Very simple. You relax, I relax. I want to focus on you, and the rest…well, it keeps me sharp. Helps me focus. Helps me sleep, too” his eyes were unwavering against hers, as a soft huff left his lips.
Mia smiled, nodding without protest.
Natasha was going to lose her fucking mind when she heard about this.
“Sounds good to me,” she muttered, giving a light shrug.
“Before we start. Anything you want me to focus on, or avoid?” his hands moved to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them as he watched her.
Mia’s cheeks warmed instantly. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, unsure what to say. Bucky waited patiently, not pressing or suggesting. Giving her space.
“Take your time, sweetheart. I’m not in a rush. I want to make sure you’re comfortable. The better it is for you, the better it is for me,” he reassured, his voice calm as he pulled his shirt out from where it was tucked. His white undershirt stretched tightly across his chest, revealing his arms and shoulders. Mia’s eyes trailed along the vein running along his bicep, taut and centered beneath the skin.
Her eyes traced the line of his pants, wondering what else might look taut and veiny—hiding beneath the fabric.
“Uh—I prefer it slow. I guess. Light touches. Long build-up?” she muttered.
“Is that a question?” he smirked.
Mia bit her lip, embarrassed.
“I don’t…I’m not well versed in...being taken care of. I’m not entirely sure.”
It was true. And she felt strangely comfortable being honest about it. Her only proper frame of reference for a satisfactory orgasm, was herself.
“Oh,” Bucky’s eyes trailed over her, and she noticed how he watched the way she tugged on the side of her dress. Nervously.
“That’s not a problem. I’ll take care of you,” he walked towards her, his hand reaching out to grab her glass.
Mia’s breath fluttered in her chest, shoulders tight as she brushed a piece of hair from her face.
“How do you feel about kissing?” his eyes trailed along her mouth, stepping so close she could see the soft curve of his lashes, and the dimple in his chin.
Cute.
He towered over her, forcing her to lift her face to find his gaze.
“I prefer it,” she muttered shyly.
“Good. Me too,” he smiled, his head tilting slightly as his hand followed.
The soft pad of his thumb brushed along her bottom lip. Her mouth parted gently beneath the pull of his touch, and she held her breath.
His eyes looked hungry as they took her in, his mouth opening slowly to speak.
“I want you to tell me what feels good. What feels amazing. Don’t be shy. The only way I have a good time, is if you have a good time,” he whispered.
Mia nodded. Finding any words in that moment felt like a far reach.
“And there’s nothing I love more than a woman who knows how to enjoy herself,” his lips curled into a smirk, his thumb brushing along her jaw.
She could feel the hairs on her neck stand on end. The skin on her arms prickled, as he carefully leaned in.
His lips were soft as they brushed along the side of her throat. Kissing the spot right between her jaw and her ear. His stubble coarse along her skin.
Heat rushed through her chest, making her fingers tremble as she pressed them to his arm. His skin was hot, muscle flexing beneath her palm, and it made her thighs pulse. His hand was large as it slipped over her throat, pulling her closer until their lips crashed.
He tasted like the expensive champagne they’d been sipping on. His tongue soft and gentle as it slipped into her mouth.
He nipped at her lip, taking it into his mouth carefully. Tasting her.
Bucky pulled away slowly, his eyes finding hers as he slipped his tongue along his lip. Savoring the taste of her lipgloss.
Mia struggled to look up past her lashes, immediately speechless as his blue eyes softened against her gaze.
“Fruity,” he smiled, his hand slipping to the back of her neck, moving further and further down.
“Melon,” she giggled nervously.
“I like it,” Bucky breathed, pressing his mouth to hers again. His hip nudged against her, walking her back.
Mia’s hands moved over his shoulders, her fingertips slipping carefully against the back of his neck. Her chest flush against his. She wondered if he could feel how her heart was racing.
Bucky’s hands settled along the small of her back, resting above the curve of her ass.
“Is this okay?” he muttered, his mouth still brushing against hers.
“Yes,” Mia managed, breathless as she pressed herself closer.
She felt small in his arms. Fragile, almost.
He kept one hand on her hip, moving the other up to her shoulder.
His fingertips brushed carefully along her skin, making her shiver.
“You can tell me to stop anytime,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her head leaning back to let his mouth explore.
He hooked one finger into the first strap, joining with his other hand to pull off the other. The dress slipped from her body in one swift motion, the fabric pooling around her feet.
She’d come here prepared for this. Slightly rehearsed, even. But nothing could have prepared her for the way it felt to be under his eyes. Bucky’s hand brushed along the lace covering her chest, the faint hint of his thumb over the cup made her nipple harden.
The deep mauve looked like it was made for her skin. The lace panties rested effortlessly along the curve of her hips, dainty and soft. He slipped a finger into the band, snapping it against her body.
“Got dressed up for me?” he whispered, a faint smile lingered on his mouth.
Mia nodded, teeth scraping along her lip as she blinked up at him.
“Lucky me. You look incredible,” his voice was a low growl, his knuckles brushing over her collarbone—keeping her steady with his fingers curling below her jaw as he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Mia could feel the flush climb her neck, prickling hot. Her legs felt heavier, like she might buckle.
The pressure of his hands was light. Fingertips tracing from her shoulder, down to her wrist and into her palm. Like he was memorizing the feeling of her skin.
She tried not to shiver, tried not to let her breath catch. But with every second that he teased, her core stirred deeper. Warmth and wetness already pooling between her thighs.
“Lay back for me, honey,” his eyes were sincere as his fingers tangled into hers, guiding her back onto the bed.
Mia sank onto the crisp sheets. The lace bit faintly into her skin as she shifted. The fabric felt cool under her back, and the mattress gave in softly as she slid to the top.
Bucky didn’t follow, he just watched.
His hand rubbing over his jaw, the sound of his skin scraping against his stubble filled the silence.
But Mia could barely hear anything over the thudding of her heart.
His eyes were focused, filled with restraint as he walked closer to the bed. Bucky slipped one knee onto the mattress, his hand tracing over her ankle, and then along her calf.
“Look at you, laid out for me. You’re breathtaking like this. All mine tonight,” he smiled, shifting his full weight onto the bed as he hovered over her.
Mia’s knees spread to make room for him, and he carefully balanced himself on one elbow as his other hand brushed along the dip of her waist.
The heat of his skin made her shoulders soften—and her thighs clench.
His lips brushed gently against her shoulder, kissing over the hollow of her throat. His stubble scraped her lightly, tickling her. His mouth was warm. The air cool as it hit the wet trail he left behind on her skin.
Mia arched into him, her hand brushing along the back of his arm, knees pulled further apart. She could feel the way he smiled against her skin, his teeth scraping carefully along the lace bra.
Her breath hitched, a soft gasp slipping out of her before she could stop herself.
He took his time as he moved down her body, paying attention to each inch of her. Determined, and with a natural ease. Bucky’s hand dipped behind her waist, steadying the arch in her body against his mouth. Kissing over the curve between her thigh and hip. The heat of his tongue nearing the spot she wanted him the most.
Mia could feel every nerve ending buzzing beneath her skin, pulled taut. Like her body was bracing. The anticipation alone made her breath shudder.
One hand anchored her hip, the other teasing carefully along the lace. Tracing the outline of her. His touch was faint above the fabric, but enough to make her hips roll against his hand, begging for more pressure.
“You feel ready, doll?” he whispered, eyes drilling into hers.
“Yes,” Mia nodded, her voice trembling.
The waiting was almost unbearable, her entire body thrumming. His fingers tugged at the band, and Mia lifted her hips every so slightly to help him undress her fully.
His palm pressed to the inside of her knee, spreading her open for him.
She could see the slow and controlled rise of his chest, his lips slightly parted as he took in the sight.
The slow drag of his knuckles against her folds made her jolt, a soft moan spilled from her lips, like a sigh of relief.
Bucky’s mouth curled. Something between hunger, and admiration.
“I know. I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of you. Just relax for me,” he whispered.
Heat. And her sticky moisture. And the shock of being touched where she’d been aching for him. It all washed over her. The smooth timbre of his voice swam in her ears as he lowered his mouth.
Mia’s hand clamped onto the sheet, her head pressing back against the sea of pillows.
He pressed his mouth to her folds, hovering carefully over the soft skin. His breath warm between her legs.
“Please–” the word was masked beneath a shaky inhale, one that she hadn’t meant to let slip out.
“Someone knows how to ask nicely,” he teased, wetting the pad of his thumb against his tongue.
He slipped it against her clit.
Mia writhed beneath his touch. It sparked through her spine, making her back arch. She could feel her core tightening—like it was begging for more.
“That’s it. Let me hear you, doll. Wanna hear every sound,” he whispered, pressing another kiss against her folds.
The press from his thumb was precise, swirling against her clit with a rhythm that made her hips roll.
“Please, I want it,” she managed. It was nothing short of a whimper. Desperate.
She could feel the sharp huff that left him. Sounding pleased at her begging, before he slipped his tongue along her clit. His lips closed, drawing it into his mouth as the warmth of his breath rippled over her skin while he exhaled.
Mia’s legs shook without control, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to his mouth. His tongue felt like velvet against the soft skin. The hum of his voice vibrating against her core as he sucked gently on her clit.
The feeling washed over her body like a wave, curling against the base of her spine as it shot through her limbs.
He didn’t rush, didn’t take his eyes off her.
“Fuck. Fu—” she muttered, one hand pulling at the pillow beneath her head.
The room filled with the sound of his mouth as he slid his tongue over her again and again. Sloppy and wet. And so careful.
And so fucking warm.
Mia wanted to fold in on herself. Wanted to close her thighs around his head and curl backwards. Twist and writhe.
But he held her still.
His large hand pressed over her hips, forcing her down against the mattress as she bucked helplessly beneath his grip.
Her breath shuddered. Shaky and sharp. Something unintelligible spilled from her mouth.
“There you go,” he growled, lips brushing against her clit as he spoke.
Every roll of his tongue unraveled her further. The pressure steady, merciless in its tenderness. She was begging without realizing. Soft whimpers and half-broken words beneath her breath. And he seemed to revel in all of it. The deep growl in his throat shivered through her, his voice slipping against her like silk.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let it out for me, baby. Come on.”
The command hit as sharp as the pleasure. It ripped through her like electricity. A sharp gasp from her lips as she felt her body tighten. Mia melted into his mouth. Her legs shaking as they closed around his head.
Her climax felt like a crashing wave. She couldn’t believe how quickly he pulled it from her. Like he’d paced himself just to spare her the embarrassment. All she could feel was the relentless slip of his warm mouth against her pulsing clit.
Bucky didn’t stop until she’d completely come apart in his hands, his lips pressing along her folds as she tried to catch her breath.
Mia’s skin felt sticky. Sweat had started to bead above her brow. Her chest heaved as her grip loosened on the sheets.
Bucky’s voice was a soothing hum as he slowed, kissing along her thigh, hands lingering at her hips. He kept her anchored against the bed, her legs twitching beneath him.
“You’re so soft, honey. Taste so fucking sweet. So good for me,” his thumb traced gentle circles where he was holding her in place. His other hand brushing softly along her inner thigh, just short of where she ached for more.
Bucky pressed a careful trail of kisses along her stomach, and she could feel her body shudder beneath the gentle press of his mouth.
Mia shivered, part from the lingering heat of her first release, part from anticipation. He didn’t wear the look of a man who was anywhere near finished with her.
She suddenly wondered if she had it in her to keep up with him.
Her body throbbed, slick and eager, and she could feel every nerve ending on fire. Begging for him again, despite not knowing if she could take it.
Bucky’s gaze never wavered, his palm pressing against the curve of her folds. Teasing her just enough to make her breath hitch.
“You want another one?” he whispered, lips brushing along her collarbone as he nipped carefully at her skin.
Mia blinked hard, drawing a deep breath as she managed to give him a nod. Bucky smiled, hovering over her as his fingers slipped into the moisture that had pooled along her folds.
Warm and sticky with both him and her.
Her body twitched at his touch, a soft gasp left her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Sensitive?” he whispered.
“I—yeah,” Mia breathed, her lips curling as her eyes found his.
Bucky brushed his fingers around her entrance, teasing as he gathered her slick—wetting his fingers.
Mia’s hand trembled as it found its way to the back of his neck, her eyes lingering on the subtle pout of his mouth.
“Go ahead,” he smiled, inviting her to press her lips to his.
Mia pulled him closer, her mouth opening to make room for him as he slipped his tongue inside. The hum of his voice pulsed through her as they kissed, and she couldn’t stop the moan she let spill into his mouth as he pressed a finger inside of her.
Her nails scraped against his skin, and her other hand curled along his chest.
“So beautiful. Already falling apart for me,” he whispered, his eyes were soft as he kept them on hers.
Bucky savored her every gasp, letting her feel the stretch as he settled deeper into her. She was warm and tight around his finger, already fluttering.
“How’s that, sweetheart?” his voice breathy as his lips brushed along her cheek.
Mia arched beneath him, pressing herself closer to his chest.
“Use one more,” she whispered, trying to bite back the desperation in her voice. But from the way he smiled at her, she was sure her expression had given her away.
“That’s my girl,” Bucky nodded, slipping another finger into her slowly. She could feel herself stretch around him.
And all she could think about was how much she wanted to stretch around his cock.
Bucky curled his fingers, pressing them against her spot—and she gushed all over his hand.
“Fuck—” he growled, but the rest was drowned out by Mia’s whimper.
“Yeah. Like that—” she barely managed, her eyebrows knitted together to the point of ache and her hand pulled at the fabric of his undershirt.
He worked his fingers slowly at first, making the heat in her chest rise.
She could feel it in her fucking toes.
Bucky held her jaw with his other hand, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. His eyes were focused. Hungry. Reverent, as they watched her.
“Open your mouth—That’s it. Good girl.”
Mia closed her lips around his thumb, sucking at it gently as she watched his steady gaze falter.
He really was getting off on getting her off.
Her moans muffled around his finger, and she lightly pressed her teeth against the skin.
“So fucking pretty. So pretty when you can’t stay quiet.”
He moved his hand faster. Harder. Pressing relentlessly against the spot inside of her that turned everything into a wet sloppy mess.
“There you go. Give it to me, sweetheart. Let me feel you. Come for me—” he groaned low, the words spilling out of him as she clenched around his fingers.
Mia’s mouth opened, the string of sounds leaving her were muffled quickly from the press of his mouth. He drank every shattered moan. Every broken whimper.
Mia’s knees curled to her chest, feeling herself pulse around the hand between her thighs. She was dripping, pooling into his palm. She came harder this time. Her body clenching and shaking.
But Bucky didn’t let up. His fingers curled into her, his voice low against her ear as she stroked her until she began to squirm.
“So good. Such a good girl. There you go. You can take it. I know you can take it. Coming so fucking hard for me—feel that? All that mess? Just for me.”
He kissed her again. A soft peck to her lips as his hand slowed, and then finally slipped out of her.
Mia’s lashes fluttered, her vision blurry as she tried to draw a deep breath. But her blood was rushing in her ears, and she felt helpless but to press her forehead against his as she tried not to fall apart.
No one had ever made her come like that before.
He guided her head back against the pillows slowly, his hand still resting over her folds.
They slipped between carefully, and he savored how the slick sounded as he moved against her core.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.”
Bucky’s eyes trailed along her body. The way she was already writhing. Her hips rolling against his touch. He kissed along her hip, slipping back down between her legs.
Mia barely had time to catch her breath before she felt his mouth on her again.
A sharp gasp slipped out of her as he dragged his tongue over the sloppy mess between her thighs. His tongue teased in slow circles that made her legs shake. Consuming, and deliberately indulgent, he drew her clit into his mouth.
Mia’s moan was sharp and clipped, bucking her hips and grinding them against his tongue.
“Give me one more, pretty girl. One more, just for me,” he whispered, his fingertips circling gently against her throbbing clit.
“I—I don’t know if I—” her voice cracked, caught between gasping and crying out.
His tongue swirled quicker, and she could feel the swell of her clit, on the verge of bursting in his mouth as he sucked at it softly. His lips pressing to the center before his tongue circled over her again.
Mia knew she was close. So close that every sound dragged out of her throat, like it wasn’t hers to control anymore.
She couldn’t be sure if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away. Her hands steadied against his head, her fingers tangling into his hair, and she held onto him hard as she moved against his mouth.
Bucky’s hands locked around her hips, refusing to let her pull away—urging her on.
“Oh—fuck. I’m—fuck. fuck. Don’t stop. Please. Please. Please.” she gasped. A mumbling and whimpering mess. Her pulse pounding in her ears.
His agreeing hum vibrated through her core, his mouth pressed to her clit. Consistent and unyielding as she began to shake.
A sharp shiver tore through, exploding pleasure bursting in her veins. It cascaded over her like a tide. Every inhale became a broken cry.
Mia jolted up, her body pulling itself taut as she almost sat up. One palm pressed to the bed as she tried to steady herself. The other hand laced tightly through his soft hair, pushing him closer.
Bucky’s hands were firm but careful as he held her hips still, gently guiding her through it.
Mia clawed at the sheets with the hand that was keeping her seated. Her toes curled and chest heaved. Her body was shaking in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Her world was nothing but sensation.
Bright, overwhelming, and impossible to contain.
She tried to speak, but it only came out in broken bursts of breathless whispers. The hum from his throat was low and reverent, taking all of her on his tongue as she gushed into his mouth. Hot and thick and heavy.
“Fuck—that’s it. that’s it, that’s it—oh my god. oh my god—” she barely managed, the words spilling out of her raw and rushed.
Her climax rolled over her again and again, relentless and consuming. Each pulse left her weaker. Lost in a blur of heat. Her fingers loosened the grip she had on him, as her legs forced themselves closed around his head.
When the last tremor shivered through her veins, Mia collapsed back against the pillows. Her skin slick with sweat and chest heaving. Gaze locked on the ceiling as her eyes glimmered, lined with tears.
He pulled away from the mess he’d made. His rushed breaths warm against her slick folds. Mia’s body shivered with each kiss he left, cleaning up the mess he’d made, with his mouth. Savoring the taste of her.
“God, you’re incredible. So fucking beautiful. I could do this do you all fucking night,” he whispered, his lips brushing along the inside of her thigh, and up the side of her hip.
His hands moved over her body gently, slipping behind her waist as he pressed his mouth to her chest.
“You did so good, honey. So perfect,” he smiled, brushing a piece of hair from her face.
Mia was still catching her breath, her body was in shambles. She closed her thighs tightly, pulling her knees to her chest as she turned to her side.
She looked up at him, finding his expression beyond pleased.
Bucky tucked a loose lock behind her ear, brushing his knuckles along the curve of her jaw.
“That’s it. Take a breath, doll,” he whispered.
Mia’s skin still felt sensitive from his touch. The trail of kisses he’d left along her shoulder. Her throat. The soft press of his hand against her face. She felt almost dizzy with it, the pulsing of pleasure still coursing through her.
The mattress shifted as his weight left it, and her gaze trailed after him as he moved around the room.
“Here,” he offered her a glass of water, and her hand was still shaky as she took it.
“Thanks,” she muttered, feeling herself blush again. Mia drank the water quickly, feeling suddenly how dry her mouth was.
She hadn’t noticed until now the soft touch of silk over her shoulders. He had draped a robe over her, the smooth fabric cooling her flushed skin. She wrapped it around herself and tied it at the waist, fingers brushing the soft string as she felt a faint thrill at the attentiveness of it.
“Did you eat?” he asked casually, pulling his shirt over his shoulders with the same calm control he’d maintained the entire night
“Eat?” she echoed, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
“Dinner?” he prompted, eyes tracking her every motion. Watching the string of the robe slip slowly through her fingers.
“Oh! Yeah. I…I ate,” she said, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. She realized what a mess it must be. Tangled and frizzy from how he’d made her writhe against the pillows. The small hairs at the nape of her neck damp to the touch as she tried to brush it all down.
“The room service here is top-tier,” he continued smoothly, sliding his jacket on, “If you’re not hungry, dessert is on me. The room’s paid for. I requested a late check-out, so you can sleep in. You deserve it. Anything you want or need, just ask the front desk. My treat.”
Mia’s cheeks warmed as she nodded softly, murmuring, “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you,” he smiled, his voice low and warm. He reached inside his jacket and withdrew a thick envelope, sliding it discreetly onto the nightstand. “For your time…and attention,” he added, a subtle curl of his lips.
Mia’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the envelope, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Her fingers twitched for a moment, wondering if she should reach for it now. She decided to wait.
Bucky’s hand found her face, tilting her gaze up. His knuckles brushed beneath her jaw as he lowered his mouth to hers.
A soft, lingering kiss that left her almost breathless.
“You were incredible tonight. I had an amazing time,” he whispered, eyes tracing her face before pulling back.
Mia blinked, even more flushed than before. Her heart still fluttering from everything that had just passed between them.
“I did too,” she managed, shy and breathless
The subtle warmth of his attentiveness left her shaken as much as satisfied, the memory of his soft mouth against hers still lingered, even after he left the room.
She held the envelope close, pulse still racing.
*
Mia settled back against the plush hotel chair, a spoonful of chocolate mousse melting on her tongue as she tapped Natasha’s name on her phone.
It barely rang twice before Natasha answered, red hair bouncing against the city lights, her grin all teeth and mischief.
“Finally! Took you long enough. Alright, every detail. From the beginning,” she demanded.
Mia laughed, licking her spoon clean. “Well…he was…nice. Really nice. Very generous.”
“Generous, huh?” Natasha raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“He left me a $1,500 tip,” Mia blurted out, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“He—what?!” Natasha nearly yelped, halting mid-step on the street.
“Hey! Watch where you goin!” someone growled at her as they stumbled.
“You fucking watch where you’re going, asshole!” Natasha hissed back. “Mia. Are you fucking with me?”
“No!” she laughed. “For my time. And attention. His words, exactly.”
Natasha groaned, half-exasperated, half-jealous.
“Jesus. What did you do to him?”
“Nothing,” Mia replied crisply, letting the word hang. “I didn’t lift a finger. The rumors…very much true.”
“Oh, I fucking knew it!” Natasha whined. “I hate you so much right now. I mean, obviously, I love this for you. But I fucking hate you. Is he hot?” she sighed.
Mia rolled her eyes, nodding her head almost reluctantly.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” Natasha breathed.
Mia laughed, scooping another spoonful of mousse into her mouth. “And guess what?” she giggled.
“What?” Natasha groaned, like she was bracing for bad news.
“Best orgasms of my fucking life.”
“Shut the fuck up! Orgasms?! Mia, did you just say orgasms?” Natasha’s voice cracked in disbelief.
“Yep. All three of them,” Mia smirked, licking the spoon.
if you wanna laugh and cry and ache and fret and smile and gasp and roll your eyes and curse and chuckle and sigh and cry some more and hold your breath and scream and brace yourself and giggle and kick your feet and relax and be drawn in and more…..THEN I WROTE THIS FOR YOU!!!!
just throwing this out into the universe and hoping it catches the right people’s attention. I’d love to have you 🥹
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Against All Discouragement - Winter Soldier x OC - longfic
(21/58 chapters posted). I post every tue, thu, sun!
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings.
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Original Female Character(s). James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers. James “Bucky” Barnes & Natasha Romanoff.
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes. Original Female Character(s). Steve Rogers. Natasha Romanoff. General Dreykov (MCU). Melina Vostakoff.
Additional tags: dead dove: do not eat, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt, graphic descriptions of consensual sex (p in v), oral (f &m receiving), Hydra, Red Room, Bucky Barnes trained black widows in the red room, mind control, psychological trauma, psychological torture, canonical child abuse, canon/typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, unreliable narrator, recorded media / tapes, erased history, institutional abuse, physical abuse under mind control, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is not okay, alternate universe - canon divergence, not canon compliant, Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier programming, protective Winter Soldier, dark romance, slow burn, trauma bonding.
Summary: In 1963, the Red Room acquires a child for the newly established Black Widow Program.
In 1979, the Red Room initiates an internal experiment at a facility in Belarus.
In 1980, she is paired with the Winter Soldier, forming one of Hydra's most effective teams.
In 1986, Agent Anastasia Shishkova is executed as a traitor and erased from history.
In 2010, James Buchanan Barnes receives a collection of tapes that were never meant to exist.
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summary: mia is top of her class by day and high-end escort by night, a necessary arrangement to afford the kind of future she's working toward. bucky barnes has a reputation at the agency. he never fucks the escorts he books, never books the same girl twice, really (really) enjoys giving head, and is to nobody's surprise...very good at it.
tags/warnings: non-canon, set in fictional non-named city, age gap (she's early-mid twenties, he's probably late thirties), use of pet-names (sweetheart, honey, doll, baby) smut, practically pwp, no use of y/n, no use of first person, shifting povs, strangers to fuck-buddies to maybe feelings/maybe just unquenchable lust, some fluff, aftercare, heavy praise kink, talking her through it, (soft)dom!bucky, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, luxurious filth.
word count: 7.1K
-His eyes looked hungry as they took her in, his mouth opening slowly to speak.
“I want you to tell me what feels good. What feels amazing. Don’t be shy. The only way I have a good time, is if you have a good time,” he whispered.
Mia nodded. Finding any words in that moment felt like a far reach.
“And there’s nothing I love more than a woman who knows how to enjoy herself,” his lips curled into a smirk, his thumb brushing along her jaw.-
authors note: a lil' plot. a lot of smut. I was in the mood for something mouthwateringly filthy. enjoy (:
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“No fucking way!” Natasha gasped, her glass nearly smacked the table as her eyes went wide.
“What?” Mia’s eyebrows raised in slight panic.
“Did you just say, J. B.?” Natasha’s grin stretched so wide, Mia thought it might split her face in half.
“Yes?” she raised a nervous eyebrow.
“God, I’m so fucking jealous! Do you know I’ve been manifesting him as a client for the past year?” Natasha groaned, throwing her drink back. “You have to tell me everything. Do you understand? Every single fucking detail, Mia. I’m serious,” she almost growled.
“Honestly, I’m fucking lost right now,” Mia put her phone back down, hiding the screen against the table.
None of the drunk grad students around them would have a clue what a notification from ‘The Meridian & Co’ meant. Still, Mia felt jumpy about it in public.
Even after eight months, it still felt surreal. Like she’d slipped into a secret world she hadn’t fully learned the rules of.
“Remember Jasmine?" Natasha’s face wore that annoyed expression. The one that told Mia she was doing a bad job at keeping up.
“Jasmine…” she pondered, the name sounding so familiar.
“Cute blonde. Came to the mixer? Really thick Georgia accent?”
“Oh! Yes! I remember Jasmine. What happened to her? She was sweet—” Mia exclaimed.
“Who cares! She had him as a client. J.B. Said it was the best orgasm of her fucking life. Verbatim."
Mia choked down her next sip of wine, clearing her throat before she steadied her eyes against Natasha’s gaze again.
“Of her life?”
“Her fucking life” Natasha gave her a suggestive look, sipping her drink. “He’s beloved, to say the least. Respectful. And I hear he’s a great tipper. He has a one-time rule though. Never books the same girl twice.”
“Why?” Mia’s eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.
“Who knows? And again, who cares! Oh, and get this….” Natasha leaned closer, smug smile curling at her mouth. “Rumor has it, you don’t even have to lift a finger,” she whispered.
“Wait…what do you mean, don’t have to lift a finger?” Mia whispered back, eyes narrowed.
If she’d gotten a penny for every time a grown man had paid her for a full hour, and spent it crying into the pillow—she’d have exactly two pennies. Which wasn’t a lot. But it was weird that it had happened to her twice.
“Apparently, he gets off on just…making you come,” Natasha grinned.
Heat rushed to Mia’s cheeks. She leaned closer, lips parting.
“Making you come? What, like—” she barely managed before Natasha flashed her a wicked smile, dragging her tongue slowly over her top lip.
*
J.B was a Black Key client.
Which hadn’t meant anything to Mia a few months ago. But with almost a year’s worth of bookings under her belt, she now knew what that entailed.
It was the highest tier.
Private suite. Exclusive set up—which included hotel staff, elevators and hallways being pre-notified. No photos and minimal contact.
Absolute discretion.
These men hand-selected their own girls. And the thought of him picking her made her nerves jitter for the first time all night.
She pictured Natasha rolling her eyes and shaking her by the shoulders at the mention of nerves. Mia was still astounded she’d gotten through her first appointment.
But she’d developed a knack for it by now.
Mia had met Natasha in their shared psych-class two semesters ago, and upon opening up about her struggles with tuition, Natasha, crafty as ever—had offered the perfect solution. High end escorting.
Her jaw had dropped to the floor at first.
“High end escort? You mean, like...a prostitute?” she’d almost gasped.
“Hey! Rudyard Kipling called it the ‘oldest profession in the world’ for a reason. Besides, it’s not like that. This isn’t medieval times. There’s a proper and safe way to do these things,” Natasha had explained.
The Meridian & Co was very underground.
Discreet, private, and members only with a capital M.
The clients were vetted and tested. Payments were secure and conditions were safe. The process of becoming an escort might have been the only process more grueling than becoming a client.
But to Mia, it had been worth every penny.
Tuition was crushing. Rent was sky-high. And then there were lab fees, books, food, transit. It added up faster than she could catch her breath.
She charged a flat rate of $1,500 an hour, and $3,000 for the 3 hour package. With as little as two clients a month, on a package special, she was already set for rent and all her other bills. Buying herself the priceless time to study, and a shot at her future.
Mia adjusted her dress, tugging at the hem.
Standard black satin slip. Mid thigh length with delicate straps.
It gave her a little movement when she walked, always a safe choice. She paired it with her classy heels, which was a slim black stiletto. Matte. Not to be confused with the sky-high stiletto, with a polish and sharp point, that Natasha so lovingly had named — The Hooker Heels.
That girl had a sense of humor about most things, even shitty clients and underwhelming tips.
Her phone buzzed, and Mia quickly picked it up.
A notification from The Meridian & Co.
‘Appointment Reminder— J. B. 9.30 PM.’
The second notification was a text from Natasha.
‘Have fun! Pack something playful ;) Enjoy the best orgasm of your fucking life and save me all the details!!!’
She rolled her eyes, giggling to herself before she headed for the front door.
*
Mia stepped out of the car, running a hand through the ends of her hair. She adjusted her trench coat with quick precision, tugging it into place as she made her way towards the door.
She tucked one hand into her pocket, checking the time.
9.00 PM.
Usually she’d arrive only 15 minutes early, but she felt like she could use a full thirty tonight.
The Harrington hotel was upscale, to say the least. Polished marble, dark interior, and a quiet and sparse lobby.
Mia noticed upon entering how everyone moved with purpose. There was no idle chit-chatting, and no loud greetings.
Her heels clicked loudly against the expensive marble floor as she neared the front desk.
“Good evening,” the woman behind the counter gave her a subtle smile.
“Good evening. I’m–uh—here for 9.30. Lila,” she muttered.
Lila was the alias she used with Meridian & Co. They didn’t allow real names to be exposed to the clients. Mia hadn’t dared ask why this rule was in place, she only trusted that it made sense.
The woman behind the counter gave her a curt nod as she tapped her fingers against the keyboard, and quickly produced a room key.
“Top floor. Room 1283,” she handed her the heavy keycard, and directed her to the private elevator.
As the doors closed, and Mia was finally by herself again, she exhaled. She fidgeted with the card, eyes steadily locked on the floor numbers as they ticked up.
The hallway was dark. The maroon carpet lush beneath her shoes, silencing the sound of her steps. The lights were dim, the walls painted a deep red and the numbers by the door illuminated by small spotlights.
Soon enough, Room 1283 slid into view—and she pressed her card against the keypad as she waited for the click.
The suite was perfection.
Mia found herself relieved to have decided on being earlier than usual.
The room had a minimalist edge. Clean lines that spoke of subtle luxury. Non-cluttered. The lighting was soft. Warm. The brightness shared between table lamps and dimmable ceiling lights. She carefully stepped out of her shoes, heading over to the large windows. Floor to ceiling curtains were drawn for privacy, but she tugged them slightly to the side, dying to see the view.
It had been a long elevator ride to the very top, and Mia could see the entire city from here. The skyline was stunning. Lights danced in the distance, and the window offered a distant hum of the busy city below.
She walked over to the bed, sliding her palm along the sheet. King-sized. High thread count. It felt even softer than the satin dress she’d put on.
There was a mountain of pillows along the headboard, neatly arranged. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a mess after they were finished. Sheets pulled and pillows on the floor.
She had no idea what to expect.
The room smelled like fresh linen, or something faintly flowery. Mia’s feet felt comfortable against the soft rug, protecting her skin from the cold marble.
A bucket of ice balanced a bottle of champagne on the table by the bed. Two crystal flutes standing next to it. She eyed the tray of fresh fruit and artisan chocolates. Her fingers gently brushed over the card placed neatly against the strawberries.
‘Enjoy’, it said. Handwritten.
“If you insist,” Mia muttered beneath her breath. She would usually avoid drinking before an appointment. But she was nervous. Really fucking nervous.
The set-up itself was intimidating.
The low lights, the expensive alcohol, the sheer luxury of the suite. It all made her chest tighten.
She felt for a second like she might’ve signed up for something out of her league. That she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
She wasn’t experienced enough for a Black Key client. The stakes were higher, the expectations sharper. What if she couldn’t keep up? Or deliver? Or—
Mia grabbed the champagne and poured herself a glass.
She tried to sip it slowly as she walked around the room, doing her best to patiently eye the abstract art on the walls.
But her heart was still racing, no matter how many deep breaths she took. And that stupid jazz music that was playing over the sound system didn’t help either.
Mia leaned over the speaker, toying with the nobs, desperate to find a way to turn it off.
And then she heard footsteps in the hall.
*
She barely had time to get a proper glance at herself in the mirror before the door clicked. Mia ran a quick hand through her hair. The loose curls she’d put in before she left her apartment were still holding up nicely. The subtle shimmer on her full mouth made her lips look soft, and kiss-ready.
If he was in to that.
And her long lashes were curled to perfection.
The door clicked, and a shadow fell across the floor.
Her pulse jumped, stomach tightened. She tried to ignore the small shiver that ran down her spine.
Mia wasn’t sure if she should sit. Or stand. Or pace. Or wait.
Act natural?
She’d somehow forgotten what that looked like.
She adjusted the strap of her dress one last time, fingers clutching the neck of the champagne flute tightly. Lips parted as she tried to draw a steady breath. Her other hand pressed to the side of her thigh, trying to ground herself against the satin of her dress.
“Hello.”
It was all Mia could do not to jump. She swallowed, turning over her shoulder.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Hi,” she managed, somehow without swallowing her own tongue.
The trace of his expensive cologne filled the distance between them.
He was tall. His posture impeccable as he moved into the room slowly. Each step confident, unhurried, controlled. A presence that filled the room without much effort.
Her eyes trailed along the shape of him. Tailored black suit. Polished shoes. The subtle flash of the watch on his wrist, which looked to be worth no less than $10,000.
“I see you got started. Good,” he nodded to the champagne glass in her hand, as he walked over to grab the other one for himself.
Mia watched his hands, strong and practised. Steady. The sharp line of his jaw that curved beneath the soft stubble covering his cheeks. His broad shoulders and that measured gaze.
She wasn’t sure she could speak properly if he looked at her again.
He was fucking handsome. That was no secret, and he looked well aware of the fact.
“What do you prefer to be called?” he muttered, looking over his shoulder at her.
Mia didn’t dare move, the champagne trembling in her glass as she readied herself to speak.
“Lila’s fine,” she managed.
“Lila. You okay with nicknames, Lila?” he took a sip, walking towards her calmly.
“Sure.”
“Anything specific you don’t want me to use?”
“Nothing that comes to mind. I’m pretty open,” Mia shrugged. Good. She was keeping her voice steady.
“What about you?” she asked, her eyes locking against his.
His gaze was steel blue. Intriguingly warm for something that looked so cold. She caught on the barely-there white flecks in his stubble, along the side of his chin.
His hair was longer, tucked behind his ears. The ends curled forward ever so slightly.
“Bucky’s fine,” his lips curled softly.
Bucky.
“Before we get started, I’d like to clarify a few things,” he cleared his throat. “I have a very demanding job. Which means, I have no time for a relationship. I’m not able to deliver on anything romantic, or any sort of commitment. Women usually take that personally, and because of that I don’t do casual dating and hookups anymore. I’m not married. I don’t have kids. So nothing I do here is going to hurt anyone else. I want you to feel safe about that,” he put the glass down, unbuttoning his jacket.
“I do this to relax. It’s a way for me to focus, and unwind, when needed. That being said, I have a lot of respect for the work that you do. I see the skill it takes. The trust, attention, care. And I appreciate your time” He slid his jacket off.
Mia felt slightly dumbfounded, looking at him the way she was. His broad shoulders and the tapered line of his waist. The man looked like he’d have absolutely no issues finding himself a new woman every night, if he so pleased.
Bucky hung his jacket over the back of the chair, and undid the cufflinks on his dress shirt.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he smiled.
Mia swallowed, swirling the champagne against the edges of the glass before she spoke.
“What did you have in mind for tonight?” her voice was still steady, and she thanked herself for the composure she’d managed to grasp onto.
“Very simple. You relax, I relax. I want to focus on you, and the rest…well, it keeps me sharp. Helps me focus. Helps me sleep, too” his eyes were unwavering against hers, as a soft huff left his lips.
Mia smiled, nodding without protest.
Natasha was going to lose her fucking mind when she heard about this.
“Sounds good to me,” she muttered, giving a light shrug.
“Before we start. Anything you want me to focus on, or avoid?” his hands moved to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them as he watched her.
Mia’s cheeks warmed instantly. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, unsure what to say. Bucky waited patiently, not pressing or suggesting. Giving her space.
“Take your time, sweetheart. I’m not in a rush. I want to make sure you’re comfortable. The better it is for you, the better it is for me,” he reassured, his voice calm as he pulled his shirt out from where it was tucked. His white undershirt stretched tightly across his chest, revealing his arms and shoulders. Mia’s eyes trailed along the vein running along his bicep, taut and centered beneath the skin.
Her eyes traced the line of his pants, wondering what else might look taut and veiny—hiding beneath the fabric.
“Uh—I prefer it slow. I guess. Light touches. Long build-up?” she muttered.
“Is that a question?” he smirked.
Mia bit her lip, embarrassed.
“I don’t…I’m not well versed in...being taken care of. I’m not entirely sure.”
It was true. And she felt strangely comfortable being honest about it. Her only proper frame of reference for a satisfactory orgasm, was herself.
“Oh,” Bucky’s eyes trailed over her, and she noticed how he watched the way she tugged on the side of her dress. Nervously.
“That’s not a problem. I’ll take care of you,” he walked towards her, his hand reaching out to grab her glass.
Mia’s breath fluttered in her chest, shoulders tight as she brushed a piece of hair from her face.
“How do you feel about kissing?” his eyes trailed along her mouth, stepping so close she could see the soft curve of his lashes, and the dimple in his chin.
Cute.
He towered over her, forcing her to lift her face to find his gaze.
“I prefer it,” she muttered shyly.
“Good. Me too,” he smiled, his head tilting slightly as his hand followed.
The soft pad of his thumb brushed along her bottom lip. Her mouth parted gently beneath the pull of his touch, and she held her breath.
His eyes looked hungry as they took her in, his mouth opening slowly to speak.
“I want you to tell me what feels good. What feels amazing. Don’t be shy. The only way I have a good time, is if you have a good time,” he whispered.
Mia nodded. Finding any words in that moment felt like a far reach.
“And there’s nothing I love more than a woman who knows how to enjoy herself,” his lips curled into a smirk, his thumb brushing along her jaw.
She could feel the hairs on her neck stand on end. The skin on her arms prickled, as he carefully leaned in.
His lips were soft as they brushed along the side of her throat. Kissing the spot right between her jaw and her ear. His stubble coarse along her skin.
Heat rushed through her chest, making her fingers tremble as she pressed them to his arm. His skin was hot, muscle flexing beneath her palm, and it made her thighs pulse. His hand was large as it slipped over her throat, pulling her closer until their lips crashed.
He tasted like the expensive champagne they’d been sipping on. His tongue soft and gentle as it slipped into her mouth.
He nipped at her lip, taking it into his mouth carefully. Tasting her.
Bucky pulled away slowly, his eyes finding hers as he slipped his tongue along his lip. Savoring the taste of her lipgloss.
Mia struggled to look up past her lashes, immediately speechless as his blue eyes softened against her gaze.
“Fruity,” he smiled, his hand slipping to the back of her neck, moving further and further down.
“Melon,” she giggled nervously.
“I like it,” Bucky breathed, pressing his mouth to hers again. His hip nudged against her, walking her back.
Mia’s hands moved over his shoulders, her fingertips slipping carefully against the back of his neck. Her chest flush against his. She wondered if he could feel how her heart was racing.
Bucky’s hands settled along the small of her back, resting above the curve of her ass.
“Is this okay?” he muttered, his mouth still brushing against hers.
“Yes,” Mia managed, breathless as she pressed herself closer.
She felt small in his arms. Fragile, almost.
He kept one hand on her hip, moving the other up to her shoulder.
His fingertips brushed carefully along her skin, making her shiver.
“You can tell me to stop anytime,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her head leaning back to let his mouth explore.
He hooked one finger into the first strap, joining with his other hand to pull off the other. The dress slipped from her body in one swift motion, the fabric pooling around her feet.
She’d come here prepared for this. Slightly rehearsed, even. But nothing could have prepared her for the way it felt to be under his eyes. Bucky’s hand brushed along the lace covering her chest, the faint hint of his thumb over the cup made her nipple harden.
The deep mauve looked like it was made for her skin. The lace panties rested effortlessly along the curve of her hips, dainty and soft. He slipped a finger into the band, snapping it against her body.
“Got dressed up for me?” he whispered, a faint smile lingered on his mouth.
Mia nodded, teeth scraping along her lip as she blinked up at him.
“Lucky me. You look incredible,” his voice was a low growl, his knuckles brushing over her collarbone—keeping her steady with his fingers curling below her jaw as he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Mia could feel the flush climb her neck, prickling hot. Her legs felt heavier, like she might buckle.
The pressure of his hands was light. Fingertips tracing from her shoulder, down to her wrist and into her palm. Like he was memorizing the feeling of her skin.
She tried not to shiver, tried not to let her breath catch. But with every second that he teased, her core stirred deeper. Warmth and wetness already pooling between her thighs.
“Lay back for me, honey,” his eyes were sincere as his fingers tangled into hers, guiding her back onto the bed.
Mia sank onto the crisp sheets. The lace bit faintly into her skin as she shifted. The fabric felt cool under her back, and the mattress gave in softly as she slid to the top.
Bucky didn’t follow, he just watched.
His hand rubbing over his jaw, the sound of his skin scraping against his stubble filled the silence.
But Mia could barely hear anything over the thudding of her heart.
His eyes were focused, filled with restraint as he walked closer to the bed. Bucky slipped one knee onto the mattress, his hand tracing over her ankle, and then along her calf.
“Look at you, laid out for me. You’re breathtaking like this. All mine tonight,” he smiled, shifting his full weight onto the bed as he hovered over her.
Mia’s knees spread to make room for him, and he carefully balanced himself on one elbow as his other hand brushed along the dip of her waist.
The heat of his skin made her shoulders soften—and her thighs clench.
His lips brushed gently against her shoulder, kissing over the hollow of her throat. His stubble scraped her lightly, tickling her. His mouth was warm. The air cool as it hit the wet trail he left behind on her skin.
Mia arched into him, her hand brushing along the back of his arm, knees pulled further apart. She could feel the way he smiled against her skin, his teeth scraping carefully along the lace bra.
Her breath hitched, a soft gasp slipping out of her before she could stop herself.
He took his time as he moved down her body, paying attention to each inch of her. Determined, and with a natural ease. Bucky’s hand dipped behind her waist, steadying the arch in her body against his mouth. Kissing over the curve between her thigh and hip. The heat of his tongue nearing the spot she wanted him the most.
Mia could feel every nerve ending buzzing beneath her skin, pulled taut. Like her body was bracing. The anticipation alone made her breath shudder.
One hand anchored her hip, the other teasing carefully along the lace. Tracing the outline of her. His touch was faint above the fabric, but enough to make her hips roll against his hand, begging for more pressure.
“You feel ready, doll?” he whispered, eyes drilling into hers.
“Yes,” Mia nodded, her voice trembling.
The waiting was almost unbearable, her entire body thrumming. His fingers tugged at the band, and Mia lifted her hips every so slightly to help him undress her fully.
His palm pressed to the inside of her knee, spreading her open for him.
She could see the slow and controlled rise of his chest, his lips slightly parted as he took in the sight.
The slow drag of his knuckles against her folds made her jolt, a soft moan spilled from her lips, like a sigh of relief.
Bucky’s mouth curled. Something between hunger, and admiration.
“I know. I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of you. Just relax for me,” he whispered.
Heat. And her sticky moisture. And the shock of being touched where she’d been aching for him. It all washed over her. The smooth timbre of his voice swam in her ears as he lowered his mouth.
Mia’s hand clamped onto the sheet, her head pressing back against the sea of pillows.
He pressed his mouth to her folds, hovering carefully over the soft skin. His breath warm between her legs.
“Please–” the word was masked beneath a shaky inhale, one that she hadn’t meant to let slip out.
“Someone knows how to ask nicely,” he teased, wetting the pad of his thumb against his tongue.
He slipped it against her clit.
Mia writhed beneath his touch. It sparked through her spine, making her back arch. She could feel her core tightening—like it was begging for more.
“That’s it. Let me hear you, doll. Wanna hear every sound,” he whispered, pressing another kiss against her folds.
The press from his thumb was precise, swirling against her clit with a rhythm that made her hips roll.
“Please, I want it,” she managed. It was nothing short of a whimper. Desperate.
She could feel the sharp huff that left him. Sounding pleased at her begging, before he slipped his tongue along her clit. His lips closed, drawing it into his mouth as the warmth of his breath rippled over her skin while he exhaled.
Mia’s legs shook without control, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to his mouth. His tongue felt like velvet against the soft skin. The hum of his voice vibrating against her core as he sucked gently on her clit.
The feeling washed over her body like a wave, curling against the base of her spine as it shot through her limbs.
He didn’t rush, didn’t take his eyes off her.
“Fuck. Fu—” she muttered, one hand pulling at the pillow beneath her head.
The room filled with the sound of his mouth as he slid his tongue over her again and again. Sloppy and wet. And so careful.
And so fucking warm.
Mia wanted to fold in on herself. Wanted to close her thighs around his head and curl backwards. Twist and writhe.
But he held her still.
His large hand pressed over her hips, forcing her down against the mattress as she bucked helplessly beneath his grip.
Her breath shuddered. Shaky and sharp. Something unintelligible spilled from her mouth.
“There you go,” he growled, lips brushing against her clit as he spoke.
Every roll of his tongue unraveled her further. The pressure steady, merciless in its tenderness. She was begging without realizing. Soft whimpers and half-broken words beneath her breath. And he seemed to revel in all of it. The deep growl in his throat shivered through her, his voice slipping against her like silk.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let it out for me, baby. Come on.”
The command hit as sharp as the pleasure. It ripped through her like electricity. A sharp gasp from her lips as she felt her body tighten. Mia melted into his mouth. Her legs shaking as they closed around his head.
Her climax felt like a crashing wave. She couldn’t believe how quickly he pulled it from her. Like he’d paced himself just to spare her the embarrassment. All she could feel was the relentless slip of his warm mouth against her pulsing clit.
Bucky didn’t stop until she’d completely come apart in his hands, his lips pressing along her folds as she tried to catch her breath.
Mia’s skin felt sticky. Sweat had started to bead above her brow. Her chest heaved as her grip loosened on the sheets.
Bucky’s voice was a soothing hum as he slowed, kissing along her thigh, hands lingering at her hips. He kept her anchored against the bed, her legs twitching beneath him.
“You’re so soft, honey. Taste so fucking sweet. So good for me,” his thumb traced gentle circles where he was holding her in place. His other hand brushing softly along her inner thigh, just short of where she ached for more.
Bucky pressed a careful trail of kisses along her stomach, and she could feel her body shudder beneath the gentle press of his mouth.
Mia shivered, part from the lingering heat of her first release, part from anticipation. He didn’t wear the look of a man who was anywhere near finished with her.
She suddenly wondered if she had it in her to keep up with him.
Her body throbbed, slick and eager, and she could feel every nerve ending on fire. Begging for him again, despite not knowing if she could take it.
Bucky’s gaze never wavered, his palm pressing against the curve of her folds. Teasing her just enough to make her breath hitch.
“You want another one?” he whispered, lips brushing along her collarbone as he nipped carefully at her skin.
Mia blinked hard, drawing a deep breath as she managed to give him a nod. Bucky smiled, hovering over her as his fingers slipped into the moisture that had pooled along her folds.
Warm and sticky with both him and her.
Her body twitched at his touch, a soft gasp left her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Sensitive?” he whispered.
“I—yeah,” Mia breathed, her lips curling as her eyes found his.
Bucky brushed his fingers around her entrance, teasing as he gathered her slick—wetting his fingers.
Mia’s hand trembled as it found its way to the back of his neck, her eyes lingering on the subtle pout of his mouth.
“Go ahead,” he smiled, inviting her to press her lips to his.
Mia pulled him closer, her mouth opening to make room for him as he slipped his tongue inside. The hum of his voice pulsed through her as they kissed, and she couldn’t stop the moan she let spill into his mouth as he pressed a finger inside of her.
Her nails scraped against his skin, and her other hand curled along his chest.
“So beautiful. Already falling apart for me,” he whispered, his eyes were soft as he kept them on hers.
Bucky savored her every gasp, letting her feel the stretch as he settled deeper into her. She was warm and tight around his finger, already fluttering.
“How’s that, sweetheart?” his voice breathy as his lips brushed along her cheek.
Mia arched beneath him, pressing herself closer to his chest.
“Use one more,” she whispered, trying to bite back the desperation in her voice. But from the way he smiled at her, she was sure her expression had given her away.
“That’s my girl,” Bucky nodded, slipping another finger into her slowly. She could feel herself stretch around him.
And all she could think about was how much she wanted to stretch around his cock.
Bucky curled his fingers, pressing them against her spot—and she gushed all over his hand.
“Fuck—” he growled, but the rest was drowned out by Mia’s whimper.
“Yeah. Like that—” she barely managed, her eyebrows knitted together to the point of ache and her hand pulled at the fabric of his undershirt.
He worked his fingers slowly at first, making the heat in her chest rise.
She could feel it in her fucking toes.
Bucky held her jaw with his other hand, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. His eyes were focused. Hungry. Reverent, as they watched her.
“Open your mouth—That’s it. Good girl.”
Mia closed her lips around his thumb, sucking at it gently as she watched his steady gaze falter.
He really was getting off on getting her off.
Her moans muffled around his finger, and she lightly pressed her teeth against the skin.
“So fucking pretty. So pretty when you can’t stay quiet.”
He moved his hand faster. Harder. Pressing relentlessly against the spot inside of her that turned everything into a wet sloppy mess.
“There you go. Give it to me, sweetheart. Let me feel you. Come for me—” he groaned low, the words spilling out of him as she clenched around his fingers.
Mia’s mouth opened, the string of sounds leaving her were muffled quickly from the press of his mouth. He drank every shattered moan. Every broken whimper.
Mia’s knees curled to her chest, feeling herself pulse around the hand between her thighs. She was dripping, pooling into his palm. She came harder this time. Her body clenching and shaking.
But Bucky didn’t let up. His fingers curled into her, his voice low against her ear as she stroked her until she began to squirm.
“So good. Such a good girl. There you go. You can take it. I know you can take it. Coming so fucking hard for me—feel that? All that mess? Just for me.”
He kissed her again. A soft peck to her lips as his hand slowed, and then finally slipped out of her.
Mia’s lashes fluttered, her vision blurry as she tried to draw a deep breath. But her blood was rushing in her ears, and she felt helpless but to press her forehead against his as she tried not to fall apart.
No one had ever made her come like that before.
He guided her head back against the pillows slowly, his hand still resting over her folds.
They slipped between carefully, and he savored how the slick sounded as he moved against her core.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.”
Bucky’s eyes trailed along her body. The way she was already writhing. Her hips rolling against his touch. He kissed along her hip, slipping back down between her legs.
Mia barely had time to catch her breath before she felt his mouth on her again.
A sharp gasp slipped out of her as he dragged his tongue over the sloppy mess between her thighs. His tongue teased in slow circles that made her legs shake. Consuming, and deliberately indulgent, he drew her clit into his mouth.
Mia’s moan was sharp and clipped, bucking her hips and grinding them against his tongue.
“Give me one more, pretty girl. One more, just for me,” he whispered, his fingertips circling gently against her throbbing clit.
“I—I don’t know if I—” her voice cracked, caught between gasping and crying out.
His tongue swirled quicker, and she could feel the swell of her clit, on the verge of bursting in his mouth as he sucked at it softly. His lips pressing to the center before his tongue circled over her again.
Mia knew she was close. So close that every sound dragged out of her throat, like it wasn’t hers to control anymore.
She couldn’t be sure if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away. Her hands steadied against his head, her fingers tangling into his hair, and she held onto him hard as she moved against his mouth.
Bucky’s hands locked around her hips, refusing to let her pull away—urging her on.
“Oh—fuck. I’m—fuck. fuck. Don’t stop. Please. Please. Please.” she gasped. A mumbling and whimpering mess. Her pulse pounding in her ears.
His agreeing hum vibrated through her core, his mouth pressed to her clit. Consistent and unyielding as she began to shake.
A sharp shiver tore through, exploding pleasure bursting in her veins. It cascaded over her like a tide. Every inhale became a broken cry.
Mia jolted up, her body pulling itself taut as she almost sat up. One palm pressed to the bed as she tried to steady herself. The other hand laced tightly through his soft hair, pushing him closer.
Bucky’s hands were firm but careful as he held her hips still, gently guiding her through it.
Mia clawed at the sheets with the hand that was keeping her seated. Her toes curled and chest heaved. Her body was shaking in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Her world was nothing but sensation.
Bright, overwhelming, and impossible to contain.
She tried to speak, but it only came out in broken bursts of breathless whispers. The hum from his throat was low and reverent, taking all of her on his tongue as she gushed into his mouth. Hot and thick and heavy.
“Fuck—that’s it. that’s it, that’s it—oh my god. oh my god—” she barely managed, the words spilling out of her raw and rushed.
Her climax rolled over her again and again, relentless and consuming. Each pulse left her weaker. Lost in a blur of heat. Her fingers loosened the grip she had on him, as her legs forced themselves closed around his head.
When the last tremor shivered through her veins, Mia collapsed back against the pillows. Her skin slick with sweat and chest heaving. Gaze locked on the ceiling as her eyes glimmered, lined with tears.
He pulled away from the mess he’d made. His rushed breaths warm against her slick folds. Mia’s body shivered with each kiss he left, cleaning up the mess he’d made, with his mouth. Savoring the taste of her.
“God, you’re incredible. So fucking beautiful. I could do this do you all fucking night,” he whispered, his lips brushing along the inside of her thigh, and up the side of her hip.
His hands moved over her body gently, slipping behind her waist as he pressed his mouth to her chest.
“You did so good, honey. So perfect,” he smiled, brushing a piece of hair from her face.
Mia was still catching her breath, her body was in shambles. She closed her thighs tightly, pulling her knees to her chest as she turned to her side.
She looked up at him, finding his expression beyond pleased.
Bucky tucked a loose lock behind her ear, brushing his knuckles along the curve of her jaw.
“That’s it. Take a breath, doll,” he whispered.
Mia’s skin still felt sensitive from his touch. The trail of kisses he’d left along her shoulder. Her throat. The soft press of his hand against her face. She felt almost dizzy with it, the pulsing of pleasure still coursing through her.
The mattress shifted as his weight left it, and her gaze trailed after him as he moved around the room.
“Here,” he offered her a glass of water, and her hand was still shaky as she took it.
“Thanks,” she muttered, feeling herself blush again. Mia drank the water quickly, feeling suddenly how dry her mouth was.
She hadn’t noticed until now the soft touch of silk over her shoulders. He had draped a robe over her, the smooth fabric cooling her flushed skin. She wrapped it around herself and tied it at the waist, fingers brushing the soft string as she felt a faint thrill at the attentiveness of it.
“Did you eat?” he asked casually, pulling his shirt over his shoulders with the same calm control he’d maintained the entire night
“Eat?” she echoed, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
“Dinner?” he prompted, eyes tracking her every motion. Watching the string of the robe slip slowly through her fingers.
“Oh! Yeah. I…I ate,” she said, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. She realized what a mess it must be. Tangled and frizzy from how he’d made her writhe against the pillows. The small hairs at the nape of her neck damp to the touch as she tried to brush it all down.
“The room service here is top-tier,” he continued smoothly, sliding his jacket on, “If you’re not hungry, dessert is on me. The room’s paid for. I requested a late check-out, so you can sleep in. You deserve it. Anything you want or need, just ask the front desk. My treat.”
Mia’s cheeks warmed as she nodded softly, murmuring, “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you,” he smiled, his voice low and warm. He reached inside his jacket and withdrew a thick envelope, sliding it discreetly onto the nightstand. “For your time…and attention,” he added, a subtle curl of his lips.
Mia’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the envelope, a flush spreading across her cheeks. Her fingers twitched for a moment, wondering if she should reach for it now. She decided to wait.
Bucky’s hand found her face, tilting her gaze up. His knuckles brushed beneath her jaw as he lowered his mouth to hers.
A soft, lingering kiss that left her almost breathless.
“You were incredible tonight. I had an amazing time,” he whispered, eyes tracing her face before pulling back.
Mia blinked, even more flushed than before. Her heart still fluttering from everything that had just passed between them.
“I did too,” she managed, shy and breathless
The subtle warmth of his attentiveness left her shaken as much as satisfied, the memory of his soft mouth against hers still lingered, even after he left the room.
She held the envelope close, pulse still racing.
*
Mia settled back against the plush hotel chair, a spoonful of chocolate mousse melting on her tongue as she tapped Natasha’s name on her phone.
It barely rang twice before Natasha answered, red hair bouncing against the city lights, her grin all teeth and mischief.
“Finally! Took you long enough. Alright, every detail. From the beginning,” she demanded.
Mia laughed, licking her spoon clean. “Well…he was…nice. Really nice. Very generous.”
“Generous, huh?” Natasha raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“He left me a $1,500 tip,” Mia blurted out, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“He—what?!” Natasha nearly yelped, halting mid-step on the street.
“Hey! Watch where you goin!” someone growled at her as they stumbled.
“You fucking watch where you’re going, asshole!” Natasha hissed back. “Mia. Are you fucking with me?”
“No!” she laughed. “For my time. And attention. His words, exactly.”
Natasha groaned, half-exasperated, half-jealous.
“Jesus. What did you do to him?”
“Nothing,” Mia replied crisply, letting the word hang. “I didn’t lift a finger. The rumors…very much true.”
“Oh, I fucking knew it!” Natasha whined. “I hate you so much right now. I mean, obviously, I love this for you. But I fucking hate you. Is he hot?” she sighed.
Mia rolled her eyes, nodding her head almost reluctantly.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” Natasha breathed.
Mia laughed, scooping another spoonful of mousse into her mouth. “And guess what?” she giggled.
“What?” Natasha groaned, like she was bracing for bad news.
“Best orgasms of my fucking life.”
“Shut the fuck up! Orgasms?! Mia, did you just say orgasms?” Natasha’s voice cracked in disbelief.
“Yep. All three of them,” Mia smirked, licking the spoon.
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