#Woah you can see his cock right through his pants. The shaft the balls and everything. That is seriously cool.

[artwithsydney]

If I was on star trek I would have done numbers because of my baby doll eyes tiny waist and C cups and they would have put so much makeup on me And they would have shaved my eyebrows off and airbrushed every shot and they would have kept shooting the same angle of my face every time. And they would have given me a huge wig. And they would have given me a bunch of sparkles. And they would have given me lifts. And they would have said my god what a stunning creature... And they would have said now look like youre really kissing william shatner

[ayyezhongli]

horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

[mystic-sky]

Hello! Gojo Saturo’s birthday is in a few days and may I request a fan fic where the reader surprise him with a cake in sexy bunny outfit in mesh stockings? (I’m currently watching the anime Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai) and the idea came up when I saw the outfit hehe love you!

Hi!! I love that anime! Sorry for the late post love, but it’s still an hour before his birthday ends where I live 💕✨ I didn’t know if you wanted food play with the cake??? It mostly focuses around the outfit. Enjoy.

Warnings: Just Birthday NSFW

Word Count: 2.0K

Sometimes when you start dating someone, you find yourself doing things you never figured you’d be into. Your boyfriend was a man of many kinks, slowly introducing you to things and helping you flesh out your own sexual desires. Not only did you try new things for him because you loved him, but you trusted him so much each time afterwards because it was all so enjoyable.

Months before his birthday, he sparked an idea. You were in the kitchen, fixing dinner for the both of you.

“A bunny girl outfit?” You question, shifting your stance a bit. In the few years you had been dating, Satoru had never touched on role play or dress up before.

“Yes~” He sung. “Like that one anime, do you know it?”

You nodded, feeling a bit tense. Could you pull something like that off?

You set your cooking ladle down. “When my birthday comes I’m gonna make you do something even crazier.”

The look on Satoru’s face was one of intrigue, but there was a splash of fear in the corners of his pupils. You had always managed to be exceptionally good at pleasing him. He hoped what you had in mind wouldn’t be too crazy, although he was down for anything.

He spent the rest of that evening leaning on the kitchen counter and trying to get you to confess if you had been agreeing to wear the bunny outfit and what were you bargaining for. 

When his birthday came months later, you took your chances at the costume store. You knew he’d forgotten all about the idea since you never gave him a forward answer. You took advantage of this, and waited until the day of to go shopping. You bought multiple sizes to be sure you got the best fitting one, since you were rushing to make it home before Satoru. You stood in your apartment hallway, swaying in the mirror. 

The things I do for him, you think.

Looking at yourself from head to toe, you were almost upset that the smug bastard knew you’d look good in a bunny outifit. You looked over your shoulder at your backside.

“This things lifts your butt so well.” You felt so sexy, more confidence than you had imagined passed over your body.

You make haste towards the living room, eagerly placing the candles on top of the cake you had bought earlier on the coffee table. You could hear him turning the keys in the door behind you. He was greeted by your fluffy, white bunny tail and big juicy bottom.

“Woah, you actually did it.” You jumped a bit as he swung the door open. “I have to admit, seeing you on your knees as soon as I get home is always a treat.”

You bring yourself to your feet, lighter in hands. You flash him a warm smile.

“Welcome back,” you say. 

“Oh I feel welcomed,” he begins, walking towards you to take you in with his eyes. He sets his sunglasses on the side table beside the couch. 

“Ah-ah-ah-” you begin. “Go wash your hands!” 

He holds his hands up in defense. “Will do m’lady.” 

You turn backwards, opening the packaging on the new lighter you bought. You bent over, continuing to intently space out the candles for him. You quickly clicked towards the kitchen to grab the wine and some glasses. You set them both down beside the cake as you struggled to open the bottle. 

You felt his presence behind you as you swung yourself around.

“I figured we could have a bit of fun before dinner.” You say, pressing the wine bottle to your breasts. You patted the one-person sofa beside you. You watched him pull his lip between his teeth as he giddily sat down, spreading his legs. You poured him a glass, watching him sip as he eyeballed you.

“I feel like I’ve got my own little personal play boy bunny.”

“Just for tonight,” you said, placing the bottle on the table.

“Does that mean I can have anything I want?” 

“Don’t I spoil you enough?” You raise a brow, adjusting the cuffs around your wrists.

“I’m sort of a bottomless pit. I’m always up for more.” He says slyly, pulling you between his legs.

“Turn around for me,” he says, fingers just barely holding the tips of your own. You smile, spinning your body so he could see your butt. 

“Baby... I know it was sort of my idea, but just how am I going to fuck you in this thing. It’s so fucking tight.” 

You felt him playing and flicking the tail of your costume whilst his other hand cupped your ass cheek above the mesh stockings. 

“I’ve got buttons...” you say shyly, bending over for him to see the thick clothed part of your core.

“Ohh~ how convenient.” He sung, sliding and pressing a finger against your hot clothed sex. You shuddered a bit, before standing up straight and turning around. 

“This is truly a treat, sweetheart.” He brought his large hands up to caress the back of your thighs. “It’s taking a lot for me to not pounce on you right now.” 

You could tell he was enjoying the sight of you.

“Don’t fret, I’ll wear it a little while longer.” You assure him, falling to your knees. You loosely bring your fingers up to his white dress shirt, loosening his tie and a few buttons as well. 

“I hope you weren’t planning on wearing this to dinner.” You say, dragging your fingers down the exposed part of his chest.

“Just how messy are we about to get, honey?” He smirked.

You only stare at him, feeling his chest up some more. He smiles back before taking up the glass beside him on the end table, taking a sip while he sits back and looks at you. He watches you feel against the bulge in his suit pants. He takes a brief look at his watch before looking back at you.

“Dinner’s at 8.” 

He watched you unbuckle his pants and pull his length out in front of you. You brought the tip to your mouth before speaking.

“I’ve got time.” You swallow him whole, feeling him shift in the chair. He’s holding back a groan, having not expected you to take him in so deeply right off the bat.

“You just threw your gag reflex out the window, huh?” He managed to say. 

You released your mouth, bunny ears flopping back while you bobbed your head on the tip alone. You swirled your tongue around him, shutting him up immediately.

He set the glass down, and rested his fingers in your hair. 

“What a sweet girl, spoiling Daddy like this on his birthday.”

You take hold of his base, stroking in tune with your sucking while he shifted beneath you. You could feel yourself getting wet as his moans filled the space in the living room. You hummed against his length, tongue sending vibrations through his shaft and his body. You released him from your mouth, jerking him whilst you attached your lips to his balls. You sucked softly, swirling your hot tongue over the soft skin. 

He lost it from this unfortunately, shooting loads out onto your hand without warning. You quickly took the tip of his length back into your mouth, sucking the remnants of his orgasm from the source. 

“Fuck~” He shuddered. So much semen filled your mouth and you swallowed what you could as the rest of it slipped down your chin and onto your breasts.

You let go of his length with a popping noise. 

“How long were you holding that in?” You asked him, licking your fingers. He loved watching you do that.

“Long enough,” he said, cocking his head back. “Now come sit on it for me.”

Your body was ready. You could feel your nipples getting irritatingly hard as they pressed against the firm fabric of the suit. You unbuttoned the bottom piece of it as you climbed on top of him.

“And now...“ He gripped your ass cheeks. “...to unwrap you.”

You felt him claw your mesh stockings with both hands, ripping them so wide and way beyond wearing them ever again.

“Satoru!” You whined. You owned plenty of black stockings, but that didn’t mean he could just rip them as he pleased.

“Ah-ah-ah, it’s my birthday, remember?” He mimicked. You held your tongue.

“How could I forget...” you mutter, positioning yourself above his length. He squeezed your exposed cheeks so hard you probably bruised.

“You’re so cute when you talk under your breath like that.” He teased.

“Shut up,” you say, holding his length as you slide onto it. He bites back a moan as you coat his dick with so much slick his pants started getting stained. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

“Mhnnngh...” He bit his lip. “Fuck- sweetheart I can’t make any promises.” 

You only smile at him, fighting back your own moans as you rock against him. He releases his grip on you like you asked, placing his hands on both arm rests and watching you start to bounce on his length. You rest your arms on his shoulders, throwing your head back, bunny ears flopping erratically. He watched your breasts shake about, suit almost exposing your nipples to the air.

Watching you ride him like that made it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He would often have to force himself into being sub when you got on top like that. He claimed it was part of making you feel like you were truly dominating him every once in a while. You were just the cutest, and you were wearing this costume just for him. He wanted you to have your moment. 

“Just like that baby,” he hummed. He felt your hand clutch his jaw, pressing a hot kiss to his wine stained lips. He moaned against you, finally wrapping his arms around you. 

“You know I can’t help myself, and it’s my birthday~” He says against your lips. 

You rolled your eyes, kissing him deeper. He hummed against you, sliding his body down in his seat.

“You know, speaking of my birthday, you haven’t said it since this morning.” He said smugly, pushing your body upwards. He starts thrusting into you from underneath, earning broken and sloppy moans from you.

“Won’t you tell me again, pretty please?”

He was mocking you. He knew you weren’t capable of saying it- at least not coherently and definitely not when he was pumping you so quickly and so deeply like that. You were nearing an orgasm, and your heels were slipping off your feet while he was at work against you. 

“Honey, I’m waiting. Say it.” He hummed. Somehow he said it so seriously you didn’t want to test him further.

“H-Hap...Hap-py B-Birthday.” You moaned brokenly as he pounded into you. 

“Such a sweet girl. That wasn’t hard at all, was it? Now let it all out.”

His thick length throbbed against your walls. While you climaxed around him, both your heels hit the carpet with a thud as you cried out his name.

The best but worst part about sex with Satoru is that you’d never get used to how he’d overstimulate you every time you came. Sure you always get to ride your orgasm out, but you’d be quivering, and barely put together the whole time until he came. Just like now, you had melted into him, gripping and wrinkling the collars of his dress shirt, voice cracking against his ears as he came inside you. He had filled you up, overflowing his semen and spilling onto his pants. He shuddered, chest rising and falling against your breasts.

You both stayed there like that for a bit, gathering yourselves. 

“I’ve got more for you after we get home from dinner.” He said as you sat up above him.

“You’ll be pushing your third orgasm. You sure you got juice left?” You say smugly.

“Oh, always.” He grinned.

And so much for the cake. 

[bucky-mothereffing-barnes]

Hate Me, Love Me

Woah, another one? The next day too! Let’s gooooo! I’m happy to present a new fanfic to you guys. I’m glad you enjoyed my last one too! It means so much to me to get responses from you guys. Let’s get on to the smut.

WC: 2.7k

Warnings: Sex, lots of it. Rough sex. Swearing. Severely NSFW. 18+ only please. Unprotected sex. Wrap it before you tap it.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

“It’s your fucking fault!” Bucky screamed at you.

“How is it my fault? Had you paid any attention to our actual mission instead of eyefucking the blonde across the goddamn room, we wouldn’t have lost our target!” You pushed his chest even though you knew it would barely move him.

All the mission was supposed to be is follow your proposed target that Fury gave you and see what room he was staying in. You and Bucky were supposed to be a couple. At first, he was completely attentive to you. He always had his arm around your waist, holding onto you, albeit a bit tighter than any normal boyfriend would. But, you weren’t together. Not even close.

“What, are you fucking jealous? There’s nothing between us but sex! Even then, I don’t know if I want that anymore.” With a roll of his eyes, he sat down in the chair against the wall in your hotel room.

“Why the hell would I be jealous? I was focused on the mission given to us. I didn’t want to get my ass beat by Fury but because you can’t keep your dick in your pants, we’re both going to get some sort of punishment. You’re not even that good of a fuck!” 

Bucky’s eyes began scanning the room for your target but before he could continue, his eyes landed on a tall blonde with long curls flowing down her shoulders. The diamond earrings she was wearing sparkled in the bright lights in the room. Her red dress showed off her body perfectly, making you feel insecure as you saw the way Bucky looked at her. His eyes were completely glued to her and you could feel his hand loosen on your waist.

“James, what are you doing?” You whispered to him but he wouldn’t stay put.

He strode across the room, approaching the woman with a smile. He was supposed to be with you, what the fuck was he doing?

“Not that good, huh? Then why am I the only one you sleep with? You could probably bang any other guy on this team but you picked me. I’m obviously able to please you.”

“Oh, fuck off, Bucky. Your ego is bigger than your cock. But, that’s not saying a lot.” 

Before you could even sit down on the bed, Bucky had caged you against the wall, his eyes boring deep into yours.

“Wanna say that again?”

“You’re. Not. Fuckable.” You snapped at him, pushing his buttons.

“Don’t fucking test me, you know better.”

“Or what, James?”

You were about to move from your position in the room until you saw your target walking swiftly, his phone to his ear. You needed the intel but Bucky wouldn’t even pay attention to you. He was completely focused on the random blonde bitch who took up space by the bar. You couldn’t just stand there and let your target get away. 

“Bucky, I saw him. We need to move.” You got no response through your comm. Looking over, you saw that he had taken his out. You were going to fucking kill him after this.

Grabbing your clutch and slipping the wristband of it around your hand, you slowly made your way through the crowd, nonchalantly following your target. Lifting your maroon dress slightly, you walked up the stairs with your head down. A women’s bathroom was right in front of you and your target was off to the side, still talking on the phone. But, it was in Romanian. You didn’t understand a lick of Romanian. Bucky did. What the fuck would you do now? 

You could see the man’s security guard out of your eye as you sped to the bathroom. Hopefully, they would just think you needed to pee. Did they? No. Even before you made it to the door, the target’s guard stood in front of the door, his eyes darting down then back up to yours. Following his gaze, you could see a pistol held in his tanned hand. He could easily choke you if you tried anything.

“If you try anything, you’re dead.”

All you could do was turn around and find Bucky, and pulling him out of the gala.

“What happened?” 

“You screwed it.” You mumbled.

Bucky picked you up by your ass, dropping you onto the shitty motel bed, covering your body with his. He crashed his chapped lips to yours, the kiss being all tongue and teeth. It would be like every other time you had fucked him. No emotion. Just pure anger. 

“Get this fucking dress off.” He growled at you.

“No.”

“I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows raised warningly. 

“I said, no.”

Soon enough, your dress was off but only because he had ripped it in half.

“Natasha bought me that!” You yelled at him.

“Shut up.” 

You huffed but refused to submit to him. You loved riling him up. It made all of this so much sweeter even though it would only be temporary.

“Fuck off, Barnes.”

His eyes narrowed at you, pupils enlarged to the point that his normally ocean coloured eyes that they’re completely black now. Your body was dragged to the edge of the bed by Bucky’s strong hands, only for you to be placed in his lap, with your back to his chest.

“You think this is funny?” His breath was hot as it fanned over your neck.

“It’s hilarious.”

He hooked his feet around your ankles, forcing your legs apart and locking them in place. Your body almost completely stiffened at Bucky’s actions as you felt his metal hand travel down your torso and stop above your most sensitive area.

“If I’m not a good fuck, why are you so wet right now?”

You had no answer for him. The only thing you knew would come out of your mouth would be the word “please”. But, you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. So, you kept your mouth shut.

“Nothing? At all?”

Suddenly, you felt two fingers plunged into your pussy. The familiar feeling of metal made you moan loudly, back arching.

“That’s what I thought.” You could feel his smirk on your neck, which made you angry. He was winning right now but you couldn’t let him do that.

In between bated breaths, you spat at him.

“Fuck you.”

Bucky slapped the inside of your thigh harshly, biting your neck.

“Either say my name or shut the fuck up. One or the other.”

His metal hand moved to rubbing your clit at a nearly inhuman rate, his flesh hand coming up to your chest to pinch your nipples. 

“James!” You screamed, trying to close your legs at the overstimulation, but he had hooked you in place.

Your ass bucked into his bulge, making him groan in your ear. The warmth in your stomach began to build up as he pushed his fingers back inside you but he did it painfully slowly this time. Your orgasm faded away quickly, pissing you off.

“No, no!” 

“Too bad.” He flipped you over, beginning to attack your body with his lips and teeth.

“Why are you still dressed?”

Bucky pulled back to look you in the eyes, his lips quirking up into a smirk. He wasn’t done with you at all so he was going to indulge you just this once. Slowly stripping down in front of you, his thick cock bounced after he removed his pants and boxers. So much for his ego being bigger than his cock.

“Do I even have to tell you what to do?”

You very nearly caved and just got on your knees for him but you weren’t going down without more of a fight.

“I don’t know. Can you use your words or are you incapable of using actual intelligence to do something?”

If his eyes could get any darker, they did. He grabbed you by your arm, putting you on the floor and having you kneel before him.

“You’re gonna put those pretty little lips around my cock and let me fuck your mouth. You got it, babe?” 

He knew exactly how to play with you; using pet names even though you knew he didn’t mean them. You lowered your mouth onto his cock, your eyes meeting his as you looked up at him. His hands went directly to your hair, pulling on it. A moan slipped out of you, making Bucky grin and tug harder. He pushed your head further down onto his shaft, nearly hitting the back of your throat. 

“That’s right, baby girl. Hold still for me, yeah?”

You gave him a little nod as he started thrusting his hips up into your face, his cock going deeper into your mouth each time. Sliding your hands up his thighs, you began softly squeezing his balls, causing him to jump and hit the back of your throat. You’ve had this experience with Bucky so many times that you no longer have a gag reflex and you’re willing to take him as deep as you can. Twirling your tongue around his shaft, you tightened your lips around him, pulling a loud moan from him and an especially harsh tug on your hair. 

Before he could cum in your mouth, he pulled you back from his cock and up to him, giving you a bruising kiss. Grabbing your hips, he tossed you onto the bed and kept you on your stomach. At this point, you had already submitted to what he wanted but that doesn’t mean you weren’t still gonna be a bitch to him during this. You always were.

“All fours or you get nothing.”

“You’d be lucky to get anything tonight, James. You don’t eve-.”

You stopped mid sentence as Bucky delivered a hard smack to your ass. 

“Shut it.”

A whine was about to escape your mouth but you knew if you didn’t comply, you would get nothing from him. You probably couldn’t take being left here with no release. Slowly rising off of your stomach, you planted your hands and feet onto the bed with your ass on display.

“Good girl.” He had whispered, running his metal hand over your sensitive pussy and up your back.

“Tell me what you want.” Bucky demanded, keeping an eye on your pussy, which is clenching around nothing.

“I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t even think. I want to feel your cock in me until I can’t take it.” You looked back at him, with raised eyebrows.

“Think you can do that, Barnes?”

With one swift movement, he entered you, making you cry out in pleasure. He knew that no matter how many times you two would fuck, you would still need a little time to get used to him. And he obliged. 

“Move, Barnes.”

One of his hands settled on your hip and the other was fisted into your hair, pulling you back onto his cock harshly. As much as you wanted to hate him, he gave you so much pleasure. It was the only good thing to come out of this. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight around me. Feels so fucking good.” He praised you, jerking you up from your hands and pressing you against him.

“James, harder! Harder, baby.” 

He wrapped his metal hand around your throat, squeezing lightly as he rammed up into you, searching for what you desperately needed from him. You needed release and you needed it from him. Taking his hand that was holding your hip, he snuck it down your stomach, and began to tease your pussy.

“P-Please, James. Your cock feels so-.” You could barely finish a sentence, as his fingers ran over your sensitive clit.

Forming cohesive thoughts was impossible at this point as he spread your legs with his knee, thrusting into your pussy deeper, the tip of his cock finally hitting your g-spot. Your thighs began to wobble as the heat in your stomach radiated through your entire body. Bucky’s cock pulsed inside you as your pussy squeezed around him. His head dropped onto your shoulders, your name falling from his lips. That never happens. It sent a shiver down your spine.

His metal hand clamped down on your neck slightly tighter, which was what made you turn into jelly. You pushed back onto him, screaming his name as you came around him.

“Fuck, James!”

“I’m right there, sugar.” 

With a loud moan from his chest, you felt hot spurts of his cum shoot into your wet, hot cunt. Your knees gave out on you as he released inside you. Instead of falling on your stomach, Bucky caught you and laid you down lightly. He rolled down beside you, breathing heavily. All he could do was watch you turn over and close your eyes, trying to calm down. He chewed at his lip before getting up from the bed and grabbing a bottle of water for you.

“Here.” Bucky held out the bottle to you, shaking it a bit to make you take it.

“Thank you, Bucky.” 

It came out as a whisper, your voice trying to take a rest. You took turns between drinking from the bottle, eventually going to get a washcloth and clean yourself up. Looking through your backpack after you finished, you couldn’t find a pajama shirt. Even though you and Bucky just fucked, it’d be too intimate to stay naked. Too vulnerable.

“Why do we do this?” Bucky murmured, refusing to look at you.

“Do what?”

“Just...fuck. That’s all we do. Nothing else.”

“That’s just what we do, Buck. You know that. You can’t do much else when I have you hating me.” You chuckled to yourself, but it had a lot of hurt behind it.

“I don’t...I don’t hate you, okay? I thought it was the other way around.”

Your heart started to break when you saw his eyes water. You never thought to ask him what he felt. You just assumed he hated you for no reason. 

“Me too.” Sitting down beside him on the bed, you began fiddling with your fingers. 

“How do you feel about having sex instead? With actual emotions. None of this, I hate you but love you shit? Please?” Bucky’s voice wavered, pleading.

A small smile spread across your face, while your heart lightened.

“Yeah, yeah. I’d love that.”

[fic-for-fic-sake]

I’m Ready

A/N: This piece is about a demisexual reader. I just came out as demi and I wanted to explore that in writing. If you’re demisexual and you feel this isn’t a great depiction of it, I am open to any and all feedback you can give me! Both personally and as a writer. 

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: NSFW oral (male receiving) 

You have been dating Bucky Barnes for two months now, but you’ve been work buddies for much longer. You’ve been dating Bucky Barnes for two months now and you haven’t had any kind of sex with him. You explained to Bucky when you first started dating that you were demisexual, and that meant that you didn’t feel comfortable doing sexual things unless you had a really deep connection with the person. You told him that yes, while you knew him in a work capacity, you didn’t have an intimate bond with him yet. 

He, being the sweetest man on the planet (hidden under a gruff surface), understood completely and hadn’t pushed you to do anything you weren’t ready to do. It had been two months and all you had done was kiss, when it got more heated than a make out session you would stop and he would understand. But now you felt like you were ready to do more, which is what had you in such a state. 

Bucky would be home from therapy any minute now and you frantically kept checking the time and pacing the floor. Any minute now he would walk through that front door and you would tell him. If you were ready, then why did you feel so nervous? It’s not like you hadn’t done this before, you just hadn’t done it with him yet. But you wanted to, badly. 

You were pulled out of your contemplative bubble by the sound of keys turning the locks. Your heart rate sped up and your pacing ceased as you stood like a deer in headlights in front of the door. Bucky walked in and closed the door behind him, taking care to meticulously lock the four locks on the door. 

“Hey doll.” He greeted as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and then went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. This was it, this was your big moment. How would you start the conversation? What would you say? “I was thinking maybe we could get Chinese food for di-” 

“I want to give you a blowjob.” You cut him off, not being able to hold it in anymore on account of nerves. 

“What?” He asked, incredulously, almost dropping his bottle of water. 

You took a deep breath and let it out before forcing your eyes to meet his. “I want to give you a blowjob, I’m ready to take that step with you.” 

Bucky placed his water on the counter and then slowly approached you, as if the slightest movement would scare you off. “Are you sure sweetheart? Because you don’t have to do this just for me.” He assured you as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek with. 

And it was the way that he said it that made you doubly sure now. He was so sweet and attentive and took your sexuality seriously. 

“Bucky, I-” You stopped as you felt your throat constrict. “I want to do this, for me. Please.” You brought his palm to your lips and pressed a gentle kiss there. You then folded your hand in his as you guided him with you to the bedroom. Once inside you closed the door and pressed your back against it, looking at Bucky as he stood in front of you. 

“Can you take a seat on the bed please?” You questioned softly. 

“Anything for you doll.” He said with a wink, as he placed himself on the edge of the mattress. 

“I would f-feel better if you didn’t touch me, okay? So just, keep your hands to yourself.” 

“Scouts honor.” He replied, lifting his hand in the imitation of a boy scout salute. 

“You were never a boy scout.” You chuckled as you moved closer to him, taking a seat on his lap, and placing your arms on his shoulders. 

“Yeah I was, made it all the way to Eagle scout.” He whispered as you inched your lips closer to his. 

“Sure.” You responded, as you smiled and slanted your lips over his in a lazy kiss. You felt him smile into the kiss as well and wrap his arms, one metal and one flesh, around your waist to pull you in closer to him. 

“No touching.” You chided against his lips as you playfully swatted at his arms, which he dutifully removed and placed on the mattress. You felt his tongue slide along your lips in question and opened them for him in response. As his tongue expertly explored your mouth you moved your hands from his neck to thread into his black hair. You tugged on his short strands and he let out a throaty moan in response. 

You moved your hips in a slow circle on top of him and felt his jerk up to match. You could feel him getting hard through the material of his jeans. You broke off the kiss and stood up, standing over him and drinking him in. 

His blue eyes were almost swallowed whole by his dilated pupils. His breath was coming in shorter pants and his lips were kiss bruised. You had never found him more attractive. 

“Do you have any idea how much you mean to me, Bucky Barnes?” You questioned, as you began to undo the buttons of his shirt. 

“I could use a refresher.” He replied, eyes wholly fixed upon yours. You smiled at the response as you continued to undo more buttons. You licked your lips as you took in the broad expanse of his chest under the shirt. Your hands moved from his stomach up to his collarbone before you pushed the shirt off of him entirely. 

“You have been so patient with me.” You murmured as you pressed a kiss against his neck. 

“So kind.” you intoned, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. 

“And attentive.” Running your hands down his stomach with your fingernails. 

“And caring.” As you leaned in to kiss each of his pectorals. You heard his breath hitch as your lips followed the outline your hands had traced down his body. Your teeth grazed his skin and you could see his hands worrying themselves into the mattress. 

“Th-that’s what I’m here for.” He replied hoarsely, unable to keep his voice even on account of your ministrations. 

“I know baby.” You cooed as you began to unbuckle his belt. “That’s why I’m doing this.” 

You slowly removed his belt and put it on the floor, before unzipping the fly of his jeans. With a lift of his hips you were able to take Bucky’s jeans fully off, leaving him in black boxer briefs. From your position on your knees between his legs, you could see the effect you were having on him. But you didn’t dare touch it yet. 

Instead you let your nails rake their way down his thighs before you pressed gentle kisses to each of his knees. You continued to rub circles along his thigh as your mouth trailed up his inner left thigh. Each moan and sigh he let out was music to your ears. 

You kissed your way to where his underwear met his skin, and then switched to the other thigh, causing a curse to leave Bucky’s mouth. 

“Shhh, it’s okay Buck. Let me enjoy this.” You smiled into his skin. Letting your tongue feel the muscles of his thigh. When you finished your torturous journey you finally moved your attention to the waistband of his underwear and gave it a tug. Those too then ended up on the floor so Bucky was left bare before you. A true sight to behold. 

“You’re absolutely beautiful Bucky.” You assured him as you brought your hand to palm his considerable length. The second you made contact, Bucky’s hips thrust up into your hand. 

“Someone’s eager.” You joked as you looked up at Bucky through your lashes. His face and chest were a pretty shade of red and sweat was starting to gather on his skin. 

“Can’t help it doll, it’s what you do to me.” He replied through half closed lids. 

You chuckled as you wrapped your hand around him and slowly started to pump. You loved how he throbbed in your hand as you squeezed him gently. You stroked him from base to tip, stopping to swipe your thumb across the sensitive head. You moved your head closer to give kitten licks to his balls while your hand continued its exploration. 

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, where’d you learn that?” He questioned, in a blissed out voice. 

“You sure you wanna know the answer?” You quipped back as you brought the flat of your tongue to the underside of his shaft. Which caused another hip jerk in response. 

“May-maybe not.” He practically whimpered, knowing he was no more than putty in your hands. 

“That’s what I thought.” You said before taking the tip of him into your mouth and sucking on it. You moaned around him as you tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. You swirled your tongue around his tip before hollowing out your throat and taking all of him into your mouth. You felt your eyes water as he hit the back of your mouth. You stayed there for a moment, letting him enjoy the wetness of you, before you brought him, slowly, back up and out of your mouth. 

He was looking right at you and you made a show of licking your lips. 

“You taste better than I imagined.” You purred, before taking him back into your mouth. 

“Shit, fuck just like that.” Bucky implored as his hands fisted the sheets to keep from touching you. You could hear and feel yourself gag and the hot tears that ran down your face but you didn’t care because of the noises he was making. It was more addictive than any drug on the planet, you were sure of it. 

You placed your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he snapped his hips up into you, fucking your mouth. You let one of your hands down to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze. You took your lips off of him and pumped him with your hand, his shaft sufficiently wet with your saliva. 

“Bucky, I want you to come in my mouth.” You said, your voice husky from his cock. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asked, hips still snapping up of their own accord. 

“100 percent.” You replied before you took him back into your mouth. With a few more thrusts of his hips Bucky let out praises for you before he emptied himself down your throat. 

You kept your lips wrapped around him as you swallowed it all down. You were filled with a kind of euphoria. Gently, you released him before standing on unsteady legs. 

“Woah, I got you.” Bucky replied shakily as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you to sit down next to him. “You are amazing Y/N, I’m honored you decided to take this step with me.” He said as he cupped your face in his cheeks. He leaned in and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue. 

You smiled as you stood up to get him a towel. You were glad you took this step with him too, and it made you feel better about what was yet to come.

[hollandsmushroom]

Hold My Sea Glass Please

Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 1775

Summary: Beach day with Luke leads to a competition and car sex

Warnings: Smut, oral, unprotected sex

A/N: The beginning was inspired by the fact that a blog I love didn’t know what beach combing was and it hurt my heart.

Your feet sunk into the sand, your shoes long forgotten as Luke held them in his hand. Your hair was being ruffled lightly by the wind as you ventured along the shore that was barren of anyone else, the salt water lapped softly over your feet as you walked. Your stroll coming to an abrupt stop as a small green object washed up at your toes, bending down to examine it further you found it to be a piece of sea-glass, a long ago broken bottle that had its edges ravaged by the waves and sand, smoothing the sharpness to create something capable of being held without danger.

“What have you got there?” Luke queried from next to you

“A piece of sea-glass!” you responded, the excitement evident in your voice as you unfurled your fist to him, revealing the glass fragment.

“Woah, thats really pretty,” he reached out his finger, flipping the glass over in palm, “But I bet I can find more sea-glass than you,” his competitive side coming out, he is bound to have one being the youngest of three boys

“Are you challenging me, Hemmings?” you grinned at him

“It seems that way, doesn’t it, Y/l/n?” he replied before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, both of your lips slightly chapped from the salty air but he didn’t seem to mind as he kitten licked at your bottom lip, asking for an entrance which you happily granted him. You stayed this way for what seemed like hours but must have only been a couple minutes, lips locked as the sun shone behind you, the water still pooling in your past footprints, that was, until it came to an abrupt stop and he pulled away, jogging down the beach, his eyes glued to the sand, examining it for any glass. You stood there, stunned at the sudden end to your intimate moment before snapping out of it, looking at Luke who had put some distance between the two of you down the beach.

You chose a different approach, bending down, admiring the sand in much detail, spotting a dusty white fragment slightly buried in the sand, reaching out and grasping it in your fingertips, rolling it back into your palm to begin your stash.

You continued this way, growing your collection of sea glass in your palm until you met Luke at the end of the shore. Jogging up to him, you opened your hands, revealing the many pieces of treasure that you had found along the sand.

“Oh, you got more than me,” he cried in defeat

“Ha, I knew I would,” you laughed, dumping your finds into his hand as you waled further into the water, hiking up your pants so hey wouldn’t get wet. The fistfuls of fabric soon became tight around your thighs and you were having to jump to avoid the waves dampening the fabric of your pants.

“Y/n, come on out of there, if you want to go swimming you can wear my shirt,” Luke hollered from the shore, having removed his undershirt already, his white button down hanging open exposing his pale chest, you waded out of the water.

“Luke, I am going to need to change and we are in public,” you whined, even though the beach was empty you were still worried, reaching out for his shirt with your slightly wet hands.

“Here, I have an idea,” Luke stood in front of you, removing his button down, pulling you close to him and holding his shirt on the other side forming a sort of human shirt changing area. “There you go, you can change now,” you shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you bare on your bottom half, you then removed you shirt and bra, leaving you entirely naked and Luke couldn’t help but admire your body, and just how gorgeous it was. You slipped Luke’s shirt over your head, now covered with the foreign fabric of your boyfriends shirt. You slipped under Luke’s arm running into the water, the wetness immediately sticking to your skin making it see through, making your previous efforts of hiding your body entirely worthless.

You ran through the waves for a while until the heat of the sun and the salt of the waves got to you, draining your veins of any energy you had had earlier, slowly making your way back to shore and into the arms of your boyfriend who was waiting patiently, his button down still hanging open.

“Did you have fun, my love?” Luke queried as you entered his embrace, he kissed your temple

“Yes I did, but now I want to spend time with you, my love,” you laced your fingers with his, walking towards the car. As you reached for the passenger side door of the car but Luke reached out to stop you,

“Nu uh, we aren’t going home quite yet, can’t wait that long?”

“Wait for what?” your voice portrayed the surprise you felt but he didn’t respond, he simply smashed his lips to yours with lustful fury, pressing you up against the car, his hands next to your head as you ground your hips into his, an immediate change in your demeanor in reaction to his feverish lips against yours.

His hand left the side of your head, moving down to open the back seat door, he leaned down, hooking his hands underneath your thighs lifting you up and setting you down in the car, he pushed you down onto the seat with his lips, getting in over top of you and pulling the door closed behind you.

“I’ve needed you since you changed while pressed up against my chest,” he mumbled, pulling away from your lips, barely opening his eyes to meet your gaze

“Luke, that was an hour and a half ago, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because were having so much fun, and I also didn’t mind the view of the love of my life running through the waves, their body showing through the see through fabric,” he groaned, remembering the image of you, your nipples poking out and showing through the thin cotton and the smile of glee on your face. He was getting even more hard at the recent memory.

“Hey, stop remembering it, you got me right here in your arms now, you can get what you have clearly been wanting for quite a while,” you slid your hand down his chest, gripping his hard on through his pants with one hand and with the other you pressed against his chest, slipping out from underneath him and onto your knees on the floor of the car.

“Wh-what are you doing?” it was his turn to act shocked

“I think you know exactly what I am doing,” you smirked up at him, slowly pulling down the zipper of his pants, hooking your fingers into his waistband, shimmying them down his legs, leaving them bunched at his ankles and in nothing but his boxers and unbuttoned shirt. You reached your hand into his briefs pulling out his painfully hard cock.

He moaned at the feeling of the cold air against his sensitive skin, you leaned in and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock and once it reached the tip you swirled it around the heated skin, gathering the pre cum on your tongue, appreciating the salty taste.

You gagged slightly while taking him into your mouth, the feeling causing a moan to rip from the back of his throat. You pumped what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, fondling his balls with your free hand, you could feel him getting closer to the edge, his hands were running through your hair and gripping into your scalp. You could feel that he was getting closer by the way his cock twitching deep inside of you.

“Baby, bab-baby, I-I’m close,” he groaned from deep with in his chest “S-stop, baby, stop,” he used his grip on your hair to pull you away from him. You used the back of your hand to wipe the excess saliva that had built up around your mouth.

“Why’d you make me stop?” you panted as you climbed up so you were straddling his legs.

“Because I wanted to do this,” he responded, pulling you tight into his chest, reaching between you and gripping his cock, lining it up at your entrance, before looking you in the eye.

“You wet enough?” he asked assuring that he wouldn’t hurt you

“How could I not be with the noise you were just making,” he blushed at your words before loosening his grip on your hips letting you slide down, welcoming the stretch the feeling of sheathing his cock fully gave you.

You started to rotate your hips, your clit coming in contact with the pubic hair that graced the skin just above his shaft, welcoming the unfarmiliar roughness of the hair, the feeling pulling a building orgasm out of the pit of your stomach. Speeding up the movement of your of your hips, the sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin filled to car, reaching a hand out and bracing it against the foggy window, leaving a handprint in the condensation that had built up on the glass.

“I am so close baby,” you moaned burying your face into the crook of his neck, sucking on the skin harshly, creating a mark on the tender skin, your nails digging into the tender flesh on his shoulders.

“So am I baby, on 3,” he reached a hand down and rubbed your clit harshly pulling you to the edge, “1…2…3,” as three left his mouth you both collapsed into your orgasms him shooting his load deep inside of you, dragging it out with the soft movements of your hips. You rolled off of him and pulled his still damp shirt down over top of your thighs.

“That was amazing,” he panted out while pulling his pants up his thighs and climbing into the front seat, you following closely behind, and as you passed by him you unintentionally shoved your butt in his face which he unabashedly slapped.

You gasped at his brash actions and the sting on your skin when you settled into your seat, quickly wand without hesitation leaning over the center console, pressing your lips to his.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his mouth

“I love you too,” he spoke between pecks against your lips

“I also love the fact that I won out sea glass finding competition,” you grinned as he shifted the car into drive and started your way home.  

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(Tom Holland x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, making out, dom! reader, sub! Tom

Plot: basically you and Tom have been away from each other for one month. You FaceTime each other as often as possible, but it’s not the same. Tom is always busy with filming for Endgame (no spoilers) and you miss him a lot. You decide to visit him on set (not a surprise). Things get steamy because after a month of not being able to touch Tom, you’re dying.

Everything was perfect. You were standing in some secluded area off set. The room you were in was about 10 square feet and had two strips of fluorescent lights. The area outside of the room was dark and messy with props. Far enough away from set that no body would easily find you, but close enough that it wouldn’t be suspicious.

You had flown in earlier that day after Tom had left the hotel. He knew you were coming over to hangout during his lunch break. It was really rare for the cast to get an hour off between filming, but apparently there was some last minute tweaking they had to do with a couple costumes.

You heard a buzzer ring in the distance letting you know that the cast officially on break. You fixed up your hair and your shirt before picking up the phone. You FaceTimed Tom.

The phone rang for a few seconds before he picked up.

“Hey! How are you?”

“In good. You’re done for now, right?”

“Yeah,” he said. Karen Gillan and Chris Pratt peered over Tom’s shoulder. As he angled the camera to face the cast, you could see that Robert Downey Jr. and David Bautista were also curious as to who was on the phone. “Guys, this is Y/N.”

RDJ smiled and nodded. “So this is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sure you already know who I am.” Karen nudged him in the shoulder and scoffed. RDJ only smiled wider and rolled his eyes. Everyone else said a brief hello.

Tom said his goodbyes and turned the camera around. “Hey babe. What do you have planned today?”

You told Tom earlier via text that you have prepared lunch. He told you he wouldn’t be all that hungry since he always eats heavy during dinner. With all of his action scenes, he didn’t want to get sick.

“I’m actually here in the building!” You smiled at his shocked expression. “I’ll direct you where to go, okay?”

After a couple of minutes of trying to lead poor, clumsy Tom through the building, he finally made it. When he stepped in the room, you pounced on him right away.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands went to your mid-back. “Woah,” he chuckled. “I missed you too.”

When you pulled away you kept your arms around his neck and his hand started to rub circles on your back. “God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Before he could respond, you crashed into his lips and tangled your hands into his hair.

He kissed back tentatively, unsure what had gotten into you. But as the kiss progressed, he got more comfortable and confident. You were someone totally knew. Sure, you guys had had sex multiple time before, but it was always vanilla. PDA never surpassed anything beyond holding hands and chaste pecks.

As you sucked on his lips, grazed his mouth with your tongue, pulled his hair, and rugged on his lip with your teeth, Tom found himself liking this new side of you.

You pulled away from his lips only to start sucking on his neck. You knew all of his favorite spots: his pulse points, his earlobes, and just above his collar bone. As you switched between these spots, leaving bruises everywhere you touched, Tom’s hands lowered to your waist and squeezed just a bit tighter.

“Babe,” he breathed, “We—We can’t do this. Here. We can’t do this here.” By now you had him up against the wall, your hands on his chest, his head thrown back, eyes closed, and panting heavily.

“I thought you said you missed me,” you murmured. As soon as you had stopped you went back to kissing his mouth. He whined faintly and you kissed his Adam’s apple, slowly trailing down and unbuttoning his shirt.

“I—I,” he grabbed your hands, and you slowly licked up at him. “I did! And it’s not that I don’t...appreciate this. It’s just...”

“What? Come Tom. It’s just what?” Your voice was a soft whisper. You but your lip and looked down at your hands. His grip on you was loose. You slowly freed your hands and dipped your fingers under the opened part of his shirt. You looked back at him and curled your fingers, nails digging into his pecks. “Tell me to stop,” your voice was now a bit louder. “Tell me you don’t want this and we can go out for lunch.”

He said nothing. His lips were pink and swollen. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your mouth. You continued looking at each other as your hands reached down to finish unbuttoning his shirt. You looked down at his chest and leaned in, your arms snaking up to his shoulders.

You placed open mouthed kisses all over his chest and sternum. You latched onto his left nipple and flicked your tongue rapidly. Your hands pushed his shirt off of his arms and they traveled back down to roam over his toned abs and flick his other nipple. “Shit,” Tom moaned.

You switched sides and after a while you spoke. Your face was still looking down and you continued peppering kisses all over his chest. Your voice was low and quiet and your breath was hot. “Have you ever had a blowjob, Tom?”

He shook his head.

“Words, Tom.”

“No.” His voice was shaky and deep.

You slid your hands up to hold his face and pulled him down. Your lips pressed against his ear as you whispered to him, “Do you want one?”

Your hot, breathy question made him release a sigh. His eyes were rolled back, his hips pressed forward, and his hands gripped your waist with a bruise worthy hold. He murmured something. Just to tease him, you said, “What was that?”

“Fuck. Yes!”

“At a boy,” you smirked.

The next few moments were a blur for Tom. You dropped to your knees and pulled down his pants. Now you were kissing his cock through his boxer-briefs. He tried to thrust forward to get some friction, but you immediately pulled away and slammed his hips against the wall.

“Ah ah. Naughty boy.” He whined and clenched his jaw. “Promise to be a good boy?”

He nodded his head furiously. You suddenly stood up and slapped him. “Words!”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll be a good boy.”

You smiled and kissed him passionately but briefly. He was all too eager and leaned into the kiss even as you pulled away. “Keep your hands down and let me do the work. I don’t want you getting tired before you have get back to filming”

You dropped to your knees again and continued to lick and suck on his dick through his underwear. After a few minutes the cloth was soaking with a mixture of your saliva and his precum. You could tell that he was absolutely dying, so you decided to show him some mercy.

“What do you want, baby?” You asked him. He looked down at you with half lidded eyes and list blown pupils. You made eye contact briefly before going to suck on his abdomin.

His head rolled back up and he groaned. “You. I want you.”

“You want me? Do you want my mouth wrapped around that pretty cock of yours?”

He nodded and whimpered.

You quickly stood up and smack him across the cheek. “Words, pretty boy,” you demanded.

“Yes! Yes, I want you to suck my dick. You’re so perfect. Just let me cum!”

“Atta boy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You start to creep down his torso until you’re back on your knees. You’re done with teasing for now, so you pull his boxer down and they pool at his feet.

You look him in the eyes and open your mouth wide. You grab the base of his cock and lick a wide stripe up the bottom of his shaft. He moans and you can tell that he’s struggling to not grab your head and force you down on his cock.

“Keep your eyes on me baby.”

You finally give him the satisfaction of wrapping your lips around him and he moans loudly. He’s insanely hard after all of your teasing and the head of his dick is white with the need to cum.

You start bobbing your head at a steady pace—not too slow, not too fast. You use your hand to squeeze and twist around his shaft when you’re toward the end and deep throat him every time. The other hand is used to fondle his balls.

“(Y/N)! You’re so good.” He thrusts his hips forward in an attempt to get you to go faster. You immediate pull off and smack his dick. It pulls him farther from his orgasm and he whines in frustration.

“Ah ah ah. You naughty boy. What did I tell you about letting me do the work?”

Your left hand slides up his abs as you angle your head to the side to suck on his balls. Your right hand pumps his cock teasingly slow. You grab his hip wig your left and hand and hold it against the wall.

You start moaning around his balls. You want to taste him.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” Your hand still pumps him agonizingly slow as you look up at him through your lashes. “Do you want to see me swallow or cum in my throat? Or do you want to cum on my tits?”

After a moment you squeeze his cock just hard enough to be uncomfortable.

“Words!”

“I to cum in your mouth. I want to see my cum drip from your lips onto your pretty tits and watch as you clean yourself up and swallow every last drop.”

You smile and lean up and in a bit. “Such a naughty boy,” you drawl.

But you want t too. So you wrap your lips around him again and start to bod your head. This time, you’re going much faster and your using one hand to fondle his balls and the other to grab and squeeze his ass. Occasionally you’ll rake your nails against his ass and hear him moan.

Just knowing that he’s enjoying this makes you moan with him. The vibration of your hum on his cock is so good that the cycle just keeps going. Each other’s moans turning the other on.

You go even faster than before. You’re not going quite as deep, but you’ve increased the amount of suction you’re using and using your tongue more.

Your face is a mess and you have saliva and precut rolling down your chin onto your tits and the floor. But Tom thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. Even as your eyes are red from deep throating him and your lipstick is smeared, Tom has never seen a more beautiful girl.

By now he’s so close. His whole body is on fire with how much pleasure you’re giving him. On top of not cumming in such a long time, he knows his orgasm is going to be huge. He’s a bit disappointed that he didn’t ask to cum down your threat, but he loves watching you eat his cum. You always grab every last drop and it’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for him.

He’s growin close. With your moaning, fast pace, squeezing, and your eyes locked with his, he can feel himself right in the edge.

“I’m gonna cum!”

You pop off of his dick lightning fast and start to pump and an inhuman speed. Tom feels like he’s on fire. You make him feel so good.

You open your mouth and look him right in the eyes. You whine at the back of your throat and moan to him, “Cum in my mouth, baby. I know you want it.”

With that he topples over he edge and starts to spurt his thick hot ribbons of cum. “(Y/N)! Oh yes, yes, yes! Ooh, yes. You’re so good. Fuck! Oh yeah. Oh yeah!”

His cum squirts into your mouth and into your tongue. It’s white and warm and thick. His cum shoots more Han it’s ever done before and it starts to trickle out of your mouth. It streams down your chin and drips onto your tits.

When Tom looks at you, he’s still moaning and coming down from his high. He grabs his dick in his hand and leisurely pumps it as he watches you.

You close your mouth and swallow. Then you open it back up and start scooping us what feel onto your fingers and sucking it off. When you’re all done you moan and reach forward to get any remaining drops.

You suck on Tom’s cock and slowly bob your head. You continue moaning on his dick as the last drops of cum trickle onto your tongue. Tom’s hand is in your hair and he guides your head slowly.

Once you’ve determined that Tom is completely finished, you pop off of his cock and sit back on your heels. You look up and smile at him.

“Well. I think it’s about time for you to head back to set.”

“Hey guys! How was lunch?” Evans greeted you.

RDJ looked at you with a smirk. “Yeah Alexandra,” he drawled, “How was lunch?”

You smirked back and said, “Oh is was delicious. I’ll definitely be having the same thing soon. What did you think Tom? Did you enjoy yourself?”

Tom looked at you with wide eyes. Then he looked away and cleared his throat. “Yeah. It was really good. I also really want to go back there again.”

You smiled to yourself and thought, Well Tom, that won’t be a problem.

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The Tower - Chapter 19

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 19

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight

Word Count: 1903

Warnings:   Dark Humor, Smut (MFF, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, edging, voyeurism)

Synopsis:   Elly struggles to come to terms with normal. But Bucky and Nat lend a shoulder.

Author’s Note: Written with my Tumblr bestie, and the only reason why I’m still writing, @emilyevanston

Chapter 19 - The Assassins

The ‘I love yous’ slowly started to trickle in after Wanda’s declaration. After saying it to her I felt I needed to tell the others considering I felt it for them too.  I still knew that for a lot of them I may never hear those particular words in that particular order.  That didn’t matter to me.  It just mattered to me that they knew.

Sam said it back almost automatically.  Like he’d been waiting to say it but was a little bit scared to go first.  He didn’t like to make a big deal of it though, and if I went overboard at all he’d tell me to stop getting mushy.

Natasha was the next one to return it.  It took a little longer and when she did say it, she made a big deal about it.  It wasn’t just an ‘I love you too’.  She pulled me aside and told me how much I meant to her.  How she had trouble expressing herself.  How happy she was that I’d put myself out there to make this work.  Then she had told me she loved me.  We kissed and she left the room as quickly as she could.  I didn’t see her again until the next day.

Clint wouldn’t say the words out loud.  I did find though if I signed them to him, he’d sign them back.  He wouldn’t do it if Natasha was looking.  It was like it was a secret just between the two of us.

Steve told me the day he had to take Clint on a mission for a few days.  He pulled me aside just before he got on the Quinjet, dressed in his uniform and ready to go.  He’d said, ‘I love you, El.  Take care of yourself.’   He then kissed my forehead and got on the plane.  It made me anxious.  I worried that he’d just said some final goodbye to me.

“He’s a punk.  Don’t worry about it.”  Bucky said as I sat on the recliner opposite both him and Natasha, hugging my knees.

“Why’d he have to tell me then?  It was super final.”  I whined.

“He probably did tell you just in case he didn’t come back.  He’s had people in the past he didn’t do that with.  But he’s coming back.”  Bucky said firmly.

“Didn’t come back that one time he crashed a plane in the ice,”  I muttered.

“Woah, doll.  Come on now.”  Bucky said leaning forward and rubbing my knees.

“He’s coming back, Mishka.  You don’t need to worry.  But this is the job we have.  It has risks.  If something did happen, he wanted you to know he feels the same way for you.  That’s all.”  Natasha explained.  “That is something you need to come to terms with.”

“But I don’t want to come to terms with it,”  I whined.

Bucky looked at the others.  “What’s the sleeping arrangement tonight?”

“Well, I’m with you,”  Nat said.

“Tony and Bruce are caught up in the lab, they’ll probably stay together. I was going with Sam.”  Wanda added.

“You want to join me and Tasha, Elly?”  Bucky asked, his thumbs drawing circles on my bare thighs.

“But you don’t like it when I sleep in with you.  In case…”  I trailed off.  He knew why he didn’t like me actually sleeping over.  He was worried about waking up trying to kill me.  He only ever agreed if he, Steve and I were in his apartment and he felt too guilty to ask me to leave.  If he came to my apartment they always left and if it was just him, the guilt wasn’t enough.  I didn’t think that Natasha would be strong enough to hold him down if something did happen.  I would have thought that would be worse.

His hands slid a little further up my legs, his fingers continuing to draw small circles.  “Maybe you can think of a way that might make all three of us sleep much better?”

My thighs twitched and I squirmed in my seat.  “But normally Steve…”

“I’m feeling alright, doll.  I promise.  I wouldn’t ask if I was worried.”  He said.  “Tasha is much stronger than she looks.”  Bucky soothed.  “So how ‘bout it?”

“I’d love to,”  I answered.  “If you’re sure.”

Bucky stood and offered me his hand.  “I’m very sure.”

“Right now?”  I asked, looking up at Bucky.  Natasha stood beside him and gave me that devilish half smile of hers.

“No time like the present,”  Bucky said.

I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet.  “Well goodnight, you two,”  I said, kissing Sam and Wanda goodnight.

We took the stairs to Natasha and Clint’s floor and followed her into her apartment and down to her bedroom.  As soon as we stepped in the room Natasha and I started to kiss.  Bucky leaned against the doorframe and watched us.  As we started shedding clothes he approached us and engulfed us in his arms.  His hands roamed our bodies, touching every piece of exposed skin he could reach.  The cool metal of his fingers made my nipples harden to the point they were slightly painful.

I broke our kiss with Natasha and both turned on him together.  Natasha pulled his shirt off over his head as I worked open his fly and pushed his pants down.  He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of them as Natasha and I kissed a trail down his body.

When we were on our knees in front of him we kissed again.  It was all tongues, almost like we were putting on a show for Bucky as much as we were doing it for just us.  His hands went to our hair bunching it in his fists as he watched us.  I took his cock in my hand and slowly pumped it and Natasha and I leaned towards him.  Our mouths moved to either side of Bucky’s cock and we kissed over it.   Our tongues swirled together over his shaft and Bucky let out a deep moan.

I started sucking the head of Bucky’s cock while Natasha ran her tongue down over his shaft and balls.  I ran one hand up Bucky’s abs, and the other explored Natasha’s skin.  I pinched and teased at her nipples and she started rolling a finger over my clit.  I hummed and my eyelids fluttered closed as a pleasant tingle spread out through my cunt.  Bucky started to roll his hips, adding some friction to the wet suction I was applying to his cock.

Natasha pushed two fingers inside of me and started fucking me with them.  I released Bucky’s cock with a gasp and she took over, taking him deep into the back of her throat.  We started taking turns when she released him I took over.  Bucky’s cock leaked precome onto our tongues and his abs started to tighten.

Natasha pulled away from both of us and stood.  Bucky took her wrist and pulled her into a deep kiss.  I watched them from my spot on my knees, my mouth still wrapped around Bucky’s cock.  Natasha whispered something in Bucky’s ear and as she spoke Bucky lifted the hand she’d been using to finger me and sucked her fingers, his eyes trained on me as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

“That sounds good to me, Natalia.”  Bucky hummed.

She ran her fingers through his hair and then offered her hand to me.  I released Bucky’s cock and got to my feet. “Come with me, Mishka.”  She said with a purr to her voice.

I followed her as she guided me onto the bed, she lay back on her pillows, spreading her legs and guiding me between them.  I kissed my way up her stomach.  When I reached her breasts I swirl my tongue over one nipple and then the other before moving up.  My lips met hers and she used her foot to pull me tightly against her.  I started to grind my pussy against hers.  We kissed slowly, letting the buzz build between us.  Our tongues swirled together, and our hands roamed.  Soon we were both teasing each other's clits with our fingertips.

Bucky came up behind us and started rubbing the head of his cock up and down my folds.  His hand ran up my spine and tangled in my hair and he thrust inside of me.  “Fuck.”  I groaned, breaking my kiss with Natasha.

Bucky snapped his hips against me, one hand on the middle of my back the other in my hair.  He leaned over me, licking up my spine and biting down on my shoulder.  Natasha’s finger worked my clit as I rubbed hers in tight circles with my thumb.  I sucked at her breasts, pressing my teeth on her nipples and she squeezed my breast and sucked at my throat hard enough to mark.

Both Bucky and Natasha run hot.  Their heat passed through me as I was pressed between them moving as one.  A film of sweat formed on my skin, and I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and just as I was sure it was about to happen Bucky pulled out, grabbed Natasha’s hips and sunk into her.  He and Natasha started to kiss over my shoulder as he fucked her.  Nat’s fingers kept working over my clit, continuing to keep the buzz running through me.  I could feel the ways she was responding under me and Bucky.  The way her core clenched and released.  The rise and fall of her chest.  How her pulse sped up under my lips.  As she came close to the edge Bucky pulled out again and sunk into me.

This happened again and again.  He’d fuck us right to the point we were about to come before pulling out and switching to the other.  I became a trembling wreck between them.  Barely able to hold myself up.  By the time Bucky finally let me come sweat ran from my brow and my legs shook.  My orgasm was intense.  My core spasmed and I cried out burying my neck into Natasha’s neck.  Bucky pulled out and moved to Natasha, this time fucking her harder and faster than before.  I kept rolling my thumb over her clit but every snap of Bucky’s hips shoved me upwards.  Natasha came with a loud moan and her fingers dug into my back.  Her orgasm brought Bucky over too and he emptied inside of her.

We collapsed down into a panting heap.  Limbs completely tangled together.  I lay panting on the bed feeling slightly high.  Bucky ran his hands through my hair.  “How are you doing there?”  He said, softly.

“Spent.  I can’t, you’re all going to kill me.”  I sighed.

He and Natasha chuckled.  “How about the three of us go take a nice hot bath?”

I nodded my head.  “Someone will have to carry me though.  I’m broken.”

“Don’t worry, dork.  I’ve got you.”  Bucky said, untangling himself and getting up.  It was then, I realized, that maybe for some of them the word dork might be the way they said they loved me.  Bucky lifted me into his arms and I rested my head on his shoulder.  “I love you, Buck,”  I whispered.

He nodded his head and kissed my temple as he followed after Natasha and even though he didn’t say the words, that was enough.

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Rough Day at Work?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x unnamed reader Rating: M (Smut)  summary: Thomas is stressed at work lately, so you take in upon yourself to relieve his stress at the office.

@thedoctorsfavoriteband @hamfamhamfam

“How’s Thomas?” Eliza asked you as she refilled her glass of lemonade. You were currently sitting on the patio of your backyard, it was a nice afternoon when your friend Eliza came over to chat. You knew Eliza from college and you were quite close friends with the rest of her family like her husband, Alexander Hamilton, much to the dismay of your own husband, Thomas Jefferson.

“He’s good but he’s been so stressed lately,” you respond leaning back into your chair “I worry about him sometimes.” Thomas was surprisingly a loving husband. He was cold and calculated to all his co-workers but whenever he’s with you, he turns into the gentle and loving man you married. But lately, he’d been spending so much of his time at work, his boss giving him long assignments on the daily, almost completely depriving Thomas of any sleep.

“Yeah, Alex told me that Mr Washington is deciding to expand the company way more than they originally planned. I mean, Alex has been up all week trying to come up with the funds they need, let alone distributing the original budget across the company.” Eliza added.

You nodded, recalling all those late nights where all Thomas would do to get some sleep was to discuss his plans with you. You enjoyed staying up by his side but you were concerned at how much this was spilling into your personal lives. “One night, while he was sleeping, I’m pretty sure I heard him doing a business proposal in his sleep.” You and Eliza giggled at the image of a sleeping Thomas debating with Alexander.

“Every now and then though, Alex does have his nights off. Of course, we only spend that time by– “

“La-la-la! Shhhhh! Not listening!” You interrupted. “I am not going to listen to you go on about your sex life, Betsy.” Eliza rolled her eyes and stopped.

“I just want him to relax.” You sighed and took a large swig of your lemonade.

“Woah slow down, it’s not smart to drink in the afternoon,” Eliza said sarcastically.

“Thanks, mom, I promise not to drink until later.” You faked a salute and she reciprocated, laughing all the while. She checked the time on her phone and picked up her bag.

“Gotta go, girl, I have to pick up Philip from school.” You walked her to the front porch and said your goodbyes and watched as her car drove down the street.

That’s when you just had one of those ideas, the ones where you were sure it was stupid but you’re obviously not going to listen to yourself, so why bother? You ran back inside and rummaged through your closet. At last, you found what you were looking for: A black and purple two piece lingerie number, the one you knew was Thomas’ favourite. “Let’s hope this works.” It was time to pay him a little visit.

Thomas was in his office, slaving away on his desk, worrying about employee distribution and transferring some of the staff to more locations. God, did George have him by the balls. Paper after paper, deck after deck he read over and signed them all, making sure that he wasn’t making any mistakes.

“Here, take them to Burr. He’ll go over it then take it to Madison to get the committee’s approval.” Thomas asked his assistant Michael.

“Yes, sir.” Answered Michael before leaving with folders filled with documents. Just as Thomas was about to sit back into his chair and open another folder of files, Michael knocked on the door.

“What is it?” Asked Thomas, clearly annoyed at the sudden intrusion.

“Uh, it’s your wife sir.”

“Let her in.” He said, relaxing back into the chair and planting the folder on his desk. “And get those papers to Burr ASAP!” Michael dashed away and you entered, closing the door behind you.

“Hi honey,” You greeted, coming around Thomas’ desk to give him a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the windows by the door.

“Hey babe, I was just – wait what’s with the get-up?” He gestured to your long black coat that reached your mid-calves. Your back was facing him so he wasn’t able to see the mischievous smirk you had on your face.

“Oh, it’s just a little cold actually.” You quipped, pulling at the blinds and closing them. “I just came to check on you, darling.” You whisper, slightly lingering on the last word, walking behind Thomas’ chair and placing your hands on his shoulders.

You hear him click his tongue and breathe out a short laugh. “You’re planning something, aren’t you doll?” You object, shaking your head as you began to slowly roll the heels of your palm into his tight muscles.

“I need to finish some paperwork, doll.” He said, shaking his head. “And by the way, it isn’t that cold, you dirty liar.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the smirk in his voice, the way he accentuated the word ‘dirty’ made something stir inside of you.

“I wasn’t lying Thomas.” You leaned your head until your mouth was just beside his ear, your breath fanning against it. “I was getting cold at home, I was just wondering if you could warm me up.” You cooed, nibbling on his ear so very slightly.  He didn’t say anything, in fact, you could see the way his hands slightly clutch on the arm of his chair as if he were trying to restrain himself.

“Turn around, Thomas.” And he did, slowly spinning his chair around, his body buzzing with anticipation. Before he completely saw you, you pulled at the strings of your coat and allowing it to slide down your body, stopping at your arms.

The moment his eyes met your body, you heard his breath come to a complete stop. You did your makeup and you were wearing the lingerie you found earlier paired with black stilettos that basically screamed ‘fuck me’.

Without a single word’, his hands slowly ran up your thighs and rested at your waist.

“If you don’t stop me now,” he murmured as he placed a wet kiss on your abdomen “We’re gonna be here for a long while.” You smiled and grabbed his hand to move it towards your lacy underwear, allowing one of his fingers to slip past the band, only to be met with your warm, wet pussy.

“Does it feel like I want you to stop?”

In a flash, he pulled the coat off of you and planted you on the desk. He moved in between your legs, slotting in between the space. His eyes wandered up and down your body, his mouth watered at the sight of you wearing his favourite of your lingerie, the lace on the bra just barely covering your nipples and your lace panties are worn so tantalisingly low. He bent down and pressed his tongue right beneath your bra and started leaving kitten licks across your body. You sat up, watching as he moved from licks to kisses, to bites. He left a few hickeys just as he reached the black scrap of panties in between your thighs.

“Thomas…” your voice was just above a whisper, urging him to continue his journey through your body.

“Uh-uh,” he teased, standing up to his full height and pulling you to your feet. “You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls have to learn their lessons.”

“Yes, Thomas – “you were silence by a sudden smack on your ass and saw Thomas looking at you, hunger and passion swirled through his eyes, and you knew.

“Y-yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” He said before pushing you down in front of his lap. “Now, make it up to me.”

You looked at him, with slightly worried eyes. “Don’t worry, doll. You’ll fit right in the space of my desk. Shit’s huge.” He answered frankly before moving to unbuckle his belt. You pulled out his half-hard member and pressed a kiss to his tip. Just as you began to pump him, a knock was heard on his door. You felt Thomas stiffen up and you saw his eyes trained on the door.

“Come in.” He blurted out as he moved forward into his desk, hiding you in the space under it.

“Thomas, the employees are starting to send in complaints.” You heard a voice speak, it was Thomas’ friend – James Madison, whom you’ve met on several occasions. You could hear them talk from your position, with Thomas desperately trying to focus his attention on James, and as it was you were currently holding Thomas’ length – so you decided to have a little fun. With Thomas in your hand, you started pumping him gently, gradually increasing speed and rubbing him harder.

“I think you should consult Hamilt–Ahhh… H-Hamilton, about it.” You hear Thomas trip over his words as he starts to feel you rub his dick. He pretends to cough to cover up his groans but it only manages to make things worse.

“Woah, man, you okay?” James is worried and nearly walks around to make sure if Thomas is alright. Thomas throws his hands in front of him and immediately tries to stop him. Meanwhile, you continue your game on your husband by flattening your tongue against his base and smoothing up his shaft slowly, and once you reach the tip, as quietly as you can, you wrap your lips around his head and harshly suck.

“I’m alright James, just get tho – Uh! Those complaints to Hamilton now…” Thomas said, feigning a headache when in reality you began pumping him while you continued to suck his cock.

“Lock the door, James.” You hear the sound of the door shutting and the lock clicking allows you to push yourself forward into Thomas’ line of sight. He places his hand on your head and grabs your hair, using it as sort of a makeshift handle as he guides your head over his cock, forcing him down your throat, not caring whether you gag or not.

You rub the underside of his shaft with your tongue and without the help of his hand, you push him as deep as you can. Thomas feels his cock twitch in your hot mouth and he knows he’s close. He looks at you and pulls your hair up, watching as you panted for air. With your thumb, you swipe some of the precum off the corner of your mouth and bring it to your mouth for a taste. Delicious. You moan and look up at Thomas with pleading eyes. You can see his jaw clench and in a second he removes himself from you.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, babygirl…” he moans, turning you around and helping you get on the table. “And that means, you’re getting into some big trouble.” He ends sentence by giving you a rough smack on your ass, the strike making your cheeks sting. You whimper, feeling your pussy clench in pleasure as he continues to spank you.

“You wanted this didn’t you?” Smack! He accused. “You wanted to get caught, huh? If that’s not it, then you wanted to be punished like this, didn’t you babygirl?” You don’t reply as you are caught up in your own little space, trying not to be too loud. It was too much, your body was warm and you could feel how wet you were from Thomas’ antics.

“Please… sir.” You pleaded, pushing yourself back in an attempt to get some sort of friction. You hear a low chuckle and you feel his hand push you back down, leaving your ass in the air for him.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” He teases, rubbing his head against your core, wiping some of your essence onto him. He pushes so slightly into you, only prodding your pussy and pushing you towards the edge of oblivion. You swallow your pride and beg.

“Please, sir!” You squeak. “I want you to ruin me.” You blush, hearing these words wantonly escape your lips. You hear him say something but that doesn’t matter when you feel him rip your panties and slam deep into you, filling you up completely. You attempt to cover your mouth when his hand comes around and does it for you. You moan as he begins to pound into you, causing the table to move back and forth, but not enough to be loud.

His other hand sneaks around your arm, pulling your body upwards until your back lay against his chest.

“You. Are. Mine.” He whispers into your ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. You nod frantically, not being able to concentrate on his words, his hard cock reaching deep inside of you, the teeth of his belt lasciviously stinging the skin of your ass. He pulls out and flips you so you’re lying flat on the table, your legs spread wide for him.

He goes back to fucking you, placing one of your legs on his shoulder and rubbing his thumb against your stimulated clit. You snap your eyes shut and you grip at the edges of the table near your head. He drops the leg that was on his shoulder to spread you wider. Your back arches as you feel him push the fabric of your bra downwards, his lips wrapping around your nipple, his tongue lapping around your bud. The pleasure is overwhelming, you feel the pressure build up in your abdomen while Thomas pleasures you on three fronts. You can feel his staggered breath on your chest as he rests his head between your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants “You feel incredible around me.” You tightly wrap your legs around his hips, keeping his body close, not wanting to let go.

“Only for you.” You moan out as you feel the coil in your abdomen tighten when he starts madly thrusting, sending electric sparks all throughout your body.

“Fuck baby, I’m so fucking close.” You hear, grabbing his shoulders.

“Me too, Thomas.” You pant. “Cum for me Thomas. I want you to feel good, so so good.”

Thomas groans out, thrusting his cock as quick as he can. He feels your muscles clench around him, sending him spiralling into his orgasm. You hear a string of curses erupt from his mouth as his hips begin to stutter. You bite down on his shoulder, your teeth marking his jacket as you start cumming as well. You open your eyes to see Thomas moaning against your chest, only making your orgasm more intense. You feel him slow down to a stop, feeling him twitch and release inside of you.

He stands up and helps you up to your feet, your legs wobbly. You look down in between you two to see a small pool of your juices on the floor. You blush as you look up to Thomas who chuckles.

“Hot.”

You laugh at him as he cleans the mess, pulling the table back to its original position. You see him stuff your ripped panties into his pocket and glared at him. “Don’t worry I’ll buy you a new set.” You shake your head, putting on the trench coat you seemed to have removed so long ago now. Thomas places you on his lap and nuzzles his nose into your neck. He sighs deeply.

“I needed this. Thank you, darling.” He says, looking up at you and pulling you into a deep kiss that makes you feel fuzzy inside. “I love you.”

You smile and caress his cheek. “I love you too, you big dork.” After a few minutes of loving aftercare, you stand up, smoothing the fabric of your coat.

“I wonder if anyone heard us.” You say, realising that you visited during the working hours.

“Nah, the offices on my floor are spaced really far, and the walls are too thick.” He confesses. “I argued with Hamilton down the hall once without anyone noticing.” Your jaw falls and you lightly hit him on the chest, your worry easing away.

“When you get home we’re taking a nice warm bath and I’m gonna cook you a feast, how does that sound?” You turn to him as you walk away, smiling.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He says, sending a kiss your way. You giggle, waving him goodbye as you left his office.

Alone, Thomas finds him smiling to himself, wondering how someone like him ended up with someone like you; he feels himself fall in love with you even more if that was possible. As he’s preparing a folder, from the corner of his eye, he sees a missed text on his phone and swipes it open.

 From: James M.

Tell the missus I said hi ;)

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