#lance tucker x reader

[sweetiebarnes]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot Single Mom » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Lance has a thing for single moms.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, female receiving, unprotected sex, praise kink, Lance’s tattoo, pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Lance watched as you sat down on the bar stool next to him, unable to take his eyes off of you. He knows you’re the mom of one of the teenage girls he coaches in gymnastics. You could feel his eyes on you. You turned your attention towards him to see him biting his bottom lip as he admired the way your sundress hugged your curves.

“You know…” You took a sip of your drink. “It’s rude to stare. Didn’t your parents tell you that?” You jokingly say.

“It’s not my fault you’re a smoke show.” Lance says flirtatiously.

You giggled and turned your body so you were facing him. Lance shamelessly glanced down at your cleavage and licked his lips.

“I’m Lance.” He introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“I know who you are. You’re my daughter’s gymnastics coach.” You shook his hand. “I’m Lizzy’s mom, Y/N.” You tell him.

“You’re Lizzy’s mom?” Lance asks. “I would’ve guessed you’re her attractive older sister.” He flirts.

“I get that a lot.” You smiled. “I had her at a young age.” You say.

“So…” Lance leans forward. “Are you still with Lizzy’s dad?” He asks curiously.

“Nope.” You popped the P. “He broke up with me when he found out I was pregnant.” You tell him.

Lance nods, taking a sip of his drink and smirking to himself.

“You wanna come up to my room?” He asks, his voice husky.

“Buy me a drink first, Coach and I might let you have your way with me tonight.” You say seductively.

A few shots of tequila later, you two ended up in his hotel room. You two were heatedly making out as you guys bursted through the door. You two pulled away from each other’s lips breathlessly to take off your clothes. You kicked your shoes off and pushed the straps of your sundress off of your shoulders, pushing your sundress down your body and revealing your braless breasts to him. You took off your panties and playfully threw them at him. He caught them and shoved them in the pocket of his jeans. He took off his jacket, dropping it on the floor and kicked his shoes off. He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go, kicking them to the side. You couldn’t help but lick your lips when you seen his tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Lance kisses you hungrily as he picked you up and dropped you on the bed, hovering over you. He kissed all over your body, marking you up with hickeys in the process. He made his way down your body, spreading your legs and laid on his stomach in between them. He licked a strip on your pussy, catching you off guard. He did it again, earning a moan from you.

“Fuck, you taste incredible.” Lance says, practically moaning against your pussy.

His tongue licked from your entrance to your clit a few times before latching his lips onto your clit and ate you out like you’ve never been eaten out before. You threw your head back against the pillow in pleasure, loving the way his tongue feels against your pussy.

“Oh my god!” You moaned.

Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers tugging on his hair. Lance moans at the feeling, loving you tugging on his hair. His tongue did a flicking motion on your clit while his fingers found their way to your entrance. His fingertips circled your entrance, making your cunt clench around nothing. He slid two fingers in your pussy, moving them at a fast pace. His free hand snaked its way up your body to your breasts. His hand cupped one of your breasts and played with your nipple. A squeak moan left your lips when he pinched your nipple. He moved his hand to your other breast and repeated his actions, earning the same reaction from you.

A loud moan left your lips when he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, making you arch your back in pleasure. Lance smirked to himself, proud that he found your sweet spot with ease. He curled his fingers again, hitting your sweet spot again. Your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Your legs began shaking a little bit and threatened to close on his head. His free hand held one of your legs open so you didn’t try to close them. He quickened his movements with his tongue and fingers, making your orgasm build up faster. You knew you weren’t going to last longer with how fast his tongue and fingers were fucking you. Lance wanted you to cum fast so he can fuck you. He’s desperate to fuck you. You don’t blame him. You’re desperate for him to fuck you too.

“Lance, I’m- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You tell him, followed by a moan.

“Come for me, baby.” Lance says huskily.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you arched your back in pleasure as you came harder than ever, moaning his name loudly. You laid there panting while Lance took his fingers out of your pussy, licking your release off his fingers, moaning at your taste. He sat up, hovering over you. He leaned down and kissed you sloppily. You moaned against his lips when his hard cock bumped your clit. One of your hands wandered down in between the two of you, your fingers tracing his tattoo. Lance pulled away from your lips and looked down, watching your fingers trace his tattoo.

“You like my tattoo, babe?” He asks huskily.

“Mmm, yes I do, Coach.” You hummed, biting your bottom lip. “I wonder what it looks like while you’re fucking me.” You say seductively.

“You’re about to find out, baby girl.” He almost whispers.

You watched him line his cock at your entrance. He slid his cock inside of you, inch by inch. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. When he was balls deep inside of you, he spread your legs wider. Lance pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip in your pussy and thrusted back inside of you with a hard thrust. A loud gasp left your lips. You looked down at where the two of you are connected, watching him thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. Your eyes wandered to his tattoo. You couldn’t help but stare at it as he fucked you.

“So hot.” You say, referring to his tattoo.

Lance chuckles huskily. He leaned over you so he was hovering over you, putting his hand on the bed frame and sped up his thrusts. You bit your bottom lip to muffle your moans to avoid a noise complaint.

“Don’t do that.” Lance’s thumb rubbed across your bottom lip. “Let me heard those pretty moans while I’m fucking you, baby.” He coos huskily.

Lance couldn’t care less about getting a noise complaint and frankly, you didn’t care about getting a noise complaint either. Your teeth released your bottom lip, strings of moans and his name left your lips. He smirks to himself, loving the sound of your moans and the way his name sounds when you moan it. It was like music to his ears.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to you if it’s even possible. Your hands found their way to his back, feeling his back muscles flex every time he thrusted into you. Your nails dug in his skin, creating red lines on his back. Lance hissed slightly at the feeling.

Lance leaned down and put his lips on yours, kissing you sloppily. You two moaned against each other’s lips. You threw your head back, pulling away from the kiss when his cock hit your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open, his name leaving your lips in a moan every time he hit that spot. His lips found their way to your neck, pressing kisses along your skin. A soft gasp left your lips when his teeth nipped on your skin, hard enough to mark you up.

“You know…” Lance starts. “I’ve been thinking about this moment since the day I laid my eyes on you.” He admits.

“Oh yea?” You moaned. “I’ve been thinking about it too, Coach.” You tell him.

You telling Lance you think about him made him want you more. His free hand made its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles while his other hand left the bed frame and occupied itself with your breasts. Your cunt squeezed around his cock when his fingers applied a little bit of pressure on your clit.

You looked down at his tattoo, getting entranced with it. Your hands left his back. One of your hands went down to his tattoo, your fingers tracing along the ink of it before placing your hand flat on his lower abdomen where his tattoo is just to touch it. Your free hand grasped onto his bicep for something to squeeze.

You looked in his eyes at the same time Lance looked in yours, yours and his eyes clouded with lust. His fingers rubbed faster on your clit to help your orgasm build up which was getting closer. He could tell by the way your cunt was squeezing around his cock. His orgasm was building up too, but he wanted you to cum first.

“Lance, I’m-” A moan left your lips and your head fell back against the pillow before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby.” Lance says huskily.

Lance watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as you came on his cock. His fingers gave your clit one last rub before he focused on his own orgasm which wasn’t too far from yours. His thrusts got sloppy for a moment, but he regained his rhythm. A loud curse word left his lips as he came inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before his thrusts came to a stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. You two laid in silence, trying to catch your breath before either of you said anything.

“I’m assuming you have a thing for single moms.” You say, turning your head towards him.

“What gave it away?” Lance asks with a small chuckle.

“The way you fucked me and made me cum twice.” You say, still blown away by the two orgasms he gave you.

“There’s more than where that came from if you’re up for it.” He says, licking his lips.

“I’m up for anything, Coach.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

“Let’s get to it then, baby.” He says, pulling you on top of him, making a small squeal of excitement leave your lips.

🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅🏅

-Bucky’s Doll

[nickfowlerrr]

💌 I am wondering about your thoughts on Lance Tucker 👀👀

i hate him so much but also i'm entirely obsessed with him and i love him.

he is so awful but so hot and god just the idea of him!! i mean can you imagine him degrading you and just being so fucking mean while he has his way and takes you any way he pleases???

and he no doubt has a praise kink, so he'll force you to be vocal, too. he wants to hear how good he makes you feel, and he wants to hear you cry out how much you love being used by him.

and he just gets cockier and cockier each time your walls involuntarily squeeze his throbbing length impossibly tighter as he fucks you from behind, his big hands gripping your waist, grabbing at your doughy hips and belly as he gropes you feverishly, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust as your ass slaps against his hips, the room filled with the wet sounds of your fucking, his growls and taunts, your broken moans and mutterings of indescribable pleasure as he calls you a disgusting, pathetic whore for letting him fuck you, again and again. for begging for his big dick to fill up your tight little hole, for wanting him to cum inside you because you're so fucking desperate for every bit of him you can get.

and he fucking loves it when you agree, because you know as well as he does exactly what you are. what you are for him. because you're not just a slut, you're his slut. and as you collapse on his bed, thoroughly worn and leaking him, he smirks as you glare at him when he slaps your ass. you can play off you hate him all you want, but he sees the way you shoot daggers into him and any woman he so shamelessly flirts with near you, he feels you, on nights like these, when you're in bed with him and you think he's asleep. he feels you crawl closer to him, feels when you rest your head on his chest, feels when you snuggle into him.

he lets you think he doesn't, but he does.

and look, he's not one for commitment. he doesn't do all that lovey dovey stuff. but maybe there's something to be said about just how much he enjoys nights like these...and the way he's almost excited to pretend to be sleeping next to you, waiting for you to find him and wrap him in the warmth only you can provide him.

and maybe there's something to be said about the lack of other women he's brought home these past few months, not that you needed to know who he spends his time with, but still, he finds himself wanting to brag about it to you. just so you know how lucky you should feel to be the only one in his bed, no other reason, of course.

and he knows come morning, odds are you'll be gone by the time he wakes up. or, like the past few mornings, maybe you'll stay just a little longer, maybe have some breakfast. but he isn't concerned either way. because he knows, just as well as you do, that you'll be back tonight. and like every other night for the past week straight, you'll be in his bed.

right where he wants you.

right where you want to be.

right where you belong.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Breaking Point (mafia!lance Tucker)

Summary: Lance finally confesses his feelings

Warnings: Flangst

WC: 730ish

A/N: i miss this cocky sonofabitch on my dash and nobody's writin for him anymore. but i sure as fuck will.

Read on AO3!

You’ve been in Lance Tucker’s office for the past twenty minutes, waiting for him to actually address the mountain of paperwork in front of him. As usual, he’s lounging in his sleek, minimalistic chair, feet propped up on the desk, eyes glued to his phone as if the world outside his screen doesn’t exist.

He’s infuriating.

“Lance, are you even listening to me?” you ask, voice sharper than you intended. You hated that you were letting your frustration show, but after working for this man for the past three years, your patience was running thin.

Lance lifts his head briefly, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow. “I heard you. Meeting with the board at three. I’ve got it,” he says, nonchalantly flicking a hand through his hair, before returning his attention to his phone.

“No, you don’t got it.” You slam the folder you’ve been holding onto his desk. He looks at it, then at you, clearly surprised at your outburst. “You never care, Lance! You don’t care about the meeting, you don’t care about the company, and you sure as hell don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

There’s a silence that follows your words. His phone clicks shut, and for the first time in weeks, he actually looks at you. Really looks at you.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, voice much quieter now, but his expression has darkened.

“Oh, I do. You walk around here like you’re God’s gift to the world, and I’m sick of cleaning up your messes. I’m sick of covering for you when you skip meetings or when you’re too hungover to show up to press conferences. And what do you do in return? Nothing! You just keep living in your bubble while everyone else picks up the pieces. You don’t care about anyone but yourself, Lance.”

He rises from his chair, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve crossed some kind of line. The playful glint that usually shines in his eyes is gone, replaced by something harder, colder.

“You think I don’t care?” His voice is a dangerous whisper now as he walks around the desk, closing the distance between you. “I care more than you know. But this—this world? It doesn’t let you show weakness. Not if you want to survive. You have no idea what it’s like up here.” His hand sweeps around the office, as if it symbolizes the power and pressure weighing on him.

“I know exactly what it’s like,” you say, staring him down. “I’ve been here right next to you, trying to hold everything together while you pretend none of it matters.”

Lance clenches his jaw, his cool facade slipping. He moves closer, and you find yourself caught between the tension in the air and your own heartbeat.

“You think I don’t care about anyone but myself?” he repeats, his voice low, dangerous. “What if I told you that’s not true? What if the one person I care about is standing right in front of me?”

Your breath catches in your throat, but you shake your head, refusing to let his words distract you. “Don’t do that, Lance. Don’t try to make this about something else.”

But he’s not listening. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer, his face inches from yours. “Maybe you’re right,” he murmurs. “Maybe I am selfish. But I’m not as heartless as you think.”

You try to pull away, but his grip tightens, and before you can protest, his lips are on yours, hot and demanding. It’s everything you’ve secretly wanted but never allowed yourself to believe could happen. The frustration, the tension, the unspoken feelings—everything pours into that kiss, making it hard to think clearly.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “I’ve been pushing you away because I thought it would make things easier. But it hasn’t. I need you, more than I’ll ever admit.”

Your mind spins, unsure of what to say, how to feel. The man who never seemed to care about anyone is now confessing more than you thought possible. But can you trust him? After all the walls he’s built, after all the times he’s made you feel invisible?

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” you whisper.

His thumb traces your jawline, eyes intense as they meet yours. “Then let me prove it to you.”

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tags

EVERYTHING PERM: @nekoannie-chan @kjs-s @notyourtypicalrose @mistressofallthingsgeeky

also added him to my tags right here!

[sebastiansluts]

boyfriend!coach!lance tucker with bratty!reader, she keeps mouthing off at him during practice and he teaches her a lesson in the locker room, fucking her until she can’t speak then pissing on her face and reminding her who she belongs to, and who she listens to. aftercare after where he cleans her up and coddles her.

hope this is okay 😭 completely understand if not!!

This is definitely okay!!! I hope what I wrote is okay!

Lance Tucker x Reader; everyone is above age, reader is 20s ish, coach/student relationship, dub-con, rough sex, degradation, extended orgasm, piss kink- pissing on face, aftercare

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“I swear to God, you mouth off one more time…” Coach Tucker threatened and you laughed right in his face, then turned and ran off, doing a cartwheel over to the balance beam. You hopped up, doing some simple moves, grinning at the junior coaches who were staring at you, before leaping off straight into Coach Tucker. 

“Ow! Coach,” you whined, rubbing your ass where it hurt from landing on it. You could hear the other coaches murmuring and you knew you were in trouble when you saw his eyes on you- dark and angry. “If you hadn’t been standing there I would’ve been fine!” you pouted, crossing your legs as you sat on the ground, staring up at Coach Tucker who had stood up and was glaring down at you. 

“Get. Up.” Coach Tucker said slowly, breathing heavily, and you grinned, recognizing that look. 

“Make me,” you replied, sliding your hands into your lap, framing your crotch. Coach Tucker’s eyes darkened further and he looked up at the rest of the room. 

“Practice is over, everyone go home. Except for her, I’ll be waiting with her for her mother, to talk about her behavior,” he informed everyone, glaring back down at you, and you just straightened your ponytail, grinning up at him as the junior coaches gathered their things. You pushed yourself to your feet, walking to the locker room to change, pleased with yourself for getting out of practice an hour early, and for riling Coach Tucker up. 

You had just changed out of your leotard, throwing it in your bag along with your sports bra and underwear, letting your hair down from your ponytail as you turned to walk towards the showers. Before you could, you were slammed up against the wall, albeit rather gently, but still hard enough to make you gasp. 

Coach Tucker’s bright blue eyes were full of anger and disapproval, all of it directed at you. You could feel your heart beating faster as he yanked you away from the wall and pushed you down onto the bench, making you straddle it.

“You fucking brat, you just couldn’t fucking wait for practice to end could you?” Coach Tucker asked, pushing you down so your torso was on the bench, kicking your feet apart and forcing your hips up, yanking you backwards until you had to wrap your arms around the bench to hang on. 

“You’re such a pathetic slut, desperate for your Coach’s cock, huh? That all you were thinking about when you decided to mouth off to me? Thinking about this?” Coach Tucker punctuated his question with a slap of his dick to your bare pussy, before pushing in, making you yelp. “Oh, don’t gimme that, you can take it.”

By the time he bottomed out, you were breathless, body heaving in his hands. “That’s it, that’s a good slut, take it all, just like you were made to do. Perfect fucking pussy, just like that, nice and tight.”

“Then fuck me, Lance,” you whined, and he slapped your ass hard. You shouted, and he fisted your hair, pulling your head back until his lips were at your ear.

“Never tell your Coach what to do,” he warned, then dropped your head and gripped your hips. Lance pulled his dick out all the way then slammed it back in your cunt, making you scream. His dick stretched you out, filling you so completely, you were in tears immediately, begging him to slow down, overwhelmed with feeling. 

“Coach please, it's too much! I’m gonna come!” You cried, his dick hammering your spot, making you see stars. 

“Don’t you fucking dare. Brats don’t get to come before their coaches,” Lance spat harshly, fucking you harder, nearly lifting you off the floor as he lifted your hips up higher. You squealed, unable to hold back, and you came, dripping down your thighs onto the floor. 

Lance didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you mercilessly through your orgasm until it hurt, until you were coming dry. Only then did he finally pull out, coming in hot stripes across your back and ass, your sobbing cries drowned out by his moan of satisfaction. He let go of your shaking hips, your legs folding immediately, you kneeling on the locker room floor, trembling and crying as you looked up at Lance. 

“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured, and aimed his spent dick at your face. You closed your eyes, tears flowing relentlessly anyways, and felt his piss land on your cheeks, then your lips, your tits, before going back to your face, spraying you completely. It finally trickled down to nothing and Lance stood there for a moment while you cried. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his steely blue eyes.

"I am who you listen to, I am the one in charge. You belong to me, baby."

Then he was moving, stripping his clothes, going into the showers and turning them on, before coming back and bending down to gather you in his arms. He picked you up easily, carrying you into the running water, and helping to hold you upright as the water began washing away his fluids. 

“Come on baby, easy now, don’t fall asleep on me, I still gotta get you clean,” Lance murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrinkling his nose at the smell of his piss in your hair. “Alright now, that’s my girl, let’s get that soap nice and sudsy, make you feel all better, princess.”

You swayed where you stood, falling into Lance’s arms more, as he did his best to wash you up while holding most of your weight. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest when he turned off the water, lifting you up and putting your legs around his waist. He carried you that way, like a child, back into the locker room, where he sat down on a towel on the bench, using another towel to start drying you off. 

"There we go, my girl's all clean now, such a pretty little thing you are," Lance cooed, stroking your cheeks. You smiled dopily, your body sagging, only held up by his hold on you. “My sweet princess, let’s get finished up here and get you some food, huh? Whatever you want baby, just this once.”

You were floating, but you nodded anyways, leaning forwards and nuzzling into your boyfriend’s neck, mouthing at the skin and sucking light marks into it. “Thanks Coach,” you murmured, and Lance kissed the side of your head, wrapping his arms around your bare back, hugging you to him. 

“Anytime princess. You know I’ll take care of you, however I want.”

[biteofcherry]

I'm hoping to launch a certain event in the upcoming months (probably starting March, but it's still tbd) and I was wondering, which of the characters I haven't written for yet, you'd like me to include in the future?

[likeahorribledream]

I know I keep saying I’m going to write, and then I don’t, but inspiration keeps leaving me every time I open a new doc to write.

Right now, I’m feeling like writing something angsty so if you have any requests please send them to me!

Just please mention if you want the story to have a happy ending, no happy ending, or dealer’s choice and which character you want it to be about!

Thank you my loves 😘

[bucknastysbabe]

God of what? - L. Tucker

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Very bantery and wordy, pnv!sex, Baby daddy!Lance, chubby Lance, we love dad bods, both are self absorbed as hell, Maggie is still an Angel, teasing, switching, humiliation, creampie, afab!reader

Taglist: @borikenlove @lovelykhaleesiii ;)

Lance Tucker. Gold medalist. Major dickface. Baby daddy. You were one of the team coordinators for USA gymnastics and had to check in on his gym and girls. Which you had no clue how the bastard wasn’t banned for knocking up the Townsend girl but she said it was consensual and they were very much in love.

But Lance did get knocked down a peg. His gym was relocated to Northern California. What you would call Sasquatch weed farm land. An educated guess would be this is where the prick was from. He never married Maggie Townsend but they ‘co-parented’ from what you could see on social media. You wished you were sent to Hope Ann’s gym, atleast she was entertaining.

You got out of the uber and glanced at the gym. It looked nice, very eco-friendly in appearance. Of course his name was plastered in big ass letters on the sign. You remembered him at the Olympics, but he was on his way out and you were sixteen. You won gold on bars and floor that year. Then gold on bars and floor the next Olympics. He wouldn’t back you into a damn corner.

You entered through the doors, silently dipping to the side, hoping to not garner any attention. You leaned against a half-wall and surveyed the scene. Maggie was working with girls on the vault, smiley and vapid as usual. Lance hollered at two older gymnasts on floor exercises. You raised a brow at the state of the former team coordinator.

The motherfucker had on his usual tracksuit, but equipped with a baby backpack, the child just shaking around with Lance’s annoyed arm movements. You snickered quietly, holding a hand over your mouth. Parenting had taken its toll on the former Olympian, Tucker was definitely sporting a ‘dad bod’. His thick waist and what you guessed was a belly had that zip-up straining. Still clean shaven but you could spot the pouch under his chin, the softening of a jawline.

Hm. How the mighty have fallen. You couldn’t say he didn’t look cute with the baby daddy fluff but once he opened his mouth all attraction flew to Antarctica. Blue eyes flickered over your way, once, twice, and his mouth clamped shut.

You could hear him from afar, “Go get some water and your heads outta your ass, coordinator’s here.”

He stalked over, baby bouncing and laughing eagerly. You eyed the team USA patch and the embroidery on the backpack. Future Olympian - Tucker Jr. Did his arrogance know no bounds? Apparently not. Lance approached and asked, “Why did they send you here? My two girls are fine.”

You shrugged, “Had to make sure you weren’t impregnating more up and comers, Tuck. Just a routine check, loosen up that tracksuit huh?”

His full cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. Lance grumbled, “Yeah fuck you, come and watch then.” Maggie had bounded over, gushing over you adorably. Poor thing had no brain cells but was cute as a button. She cooed, “Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you! You were my hero growing up, I modeled my first floor routine after you!”

You grinned and gave her a hug, warmly replying, “Thank you, that’s an honor I could inspire you.”

She looked at Lance and pointed toward you, “Can you believe it? It’s like one of the best USA gymnasts ever!” He frowned deeply. “Yes Margaret. I won my gold when she was still in juniors.” Maggie babbled on, “But she has four golds.” Lance gritted his jaw, you watching his eye twitch from even multiple feet away.

“Yep. Great. Please go back to the girls.”

Maggie waved at you again with a bright smile, Lance face palming dramatically. You eyed his reddened face with a smirk. The brunette cursed, “She’s a fucking idiot.” You asked, “What’s that make you Lance? Don’t fuck stupid then.” He waved you off with a snarl, gathering his protégés up to run through their routines.

You watched with crossed arms as they warmed up. Lance had unbuckled his baby and handed the pack over to Maggie with a kiss to the child’s head. That was cute. No. You eyed him stride back over, still holding that confident swagger. He grinned at you and said, “My girls will definitely be qualifying.” You shrugged and replied, “We’ll see, yeah?”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I know. Suck in.”

Lance blushed and straightened up, embarrassed and now curling in under his arms. He scrabbled for his phone to press play for the first girl’s floor routine. She was good, you watching silently. Quietly you said, “Needs to make sure she’s not landing with her head forward like that.”

“JOHNSON, KEEP YOUR BODY TUCKED IN!”

“Yes sir!,” she yelped while doing a split.

This would be a long day.

Later on while watching bars you noted Tucker being uncharacteristically quiet. Towards you of course. He was barking at the gymnasts every other swing. You offered, “How’s the dad life going for you?” Affronted blue eyes jerked towards you. His jaw clicked open and shut. Lance replied smoothly, “Good. It’s not hard once you get routines down.”

“You changing diapers?,” you snickered.

He made a disgusted face and replied, “Maggie does that. I can do everything else just fine. Waiting for him to start walking so we can start training.” You raised a brow, holding back a guffaw. He snapped, “What? He’s got good gymnast blood!” You held your hands up and apologized, “Yeah, yeah, gotta keep the Tucker name alive.”

The conversation ended. He gave some more advice to the two girls. You hummed, “Want to get dinner after this?” Lance straightened up, eyeing you suspiciously, “Sure. I’ll drive, Coach.” You poked him in his fluffy side, “I bet you’re hungry huh?”

“Fuck you!”

“Sorry, soft spot I see.”

Lance gritted his jaw, holding back another tirade. His temper was still hot but not blazing like it used to be. You cooed, enjoying the poking of ‘papa bear’, “No need to be so tetchy Tucker, you look good rocking the dad bod! Probably hard to stay in shape with Junior!”

His hands flew up as your fellow coach snarked, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! Tucker got fucking fat, ha ha! Go eat a cock.” Lance’s eyes rolled aggressively as he walked over to the girls for the final talk of the day. You waited by the door as they closed up the gym, checking your phone.

Lance strode past you and called, “Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes. “Such a gentleman!”

Following the surly coach to his Beamer you almost broke out into laughter again. You couldn’t take him very seriously, not a bit, it was endearing. Climbing into the passenger side you looked back at the car seat and smiled. Lance muttered, “I’m on a diet, y’know.”

You replied, “I’m just fucking with you, calm down Tuck.”

He backed the car up while grumbling, “The amount of pussy I get is down to zero now. Shit fucking blows.”

You raised a brow, kicking your legs up on the dash, earning a sharp glare. Looking out the window you stated, “Hate to be the bitch again but you don’t have the best reputation, especially now buddy.”

“Not your fuckin’ buddy,” he pouted, “Maggie goes on dates all the damn time.”

“Maggie’s not an asshole.”

You really wanted Tucker to blow his top. See that famous temper in action. Out of curiosity of course, not some desire to tame him. Yes. Totally.

But he gritted his jaw and jerked down a road to a little downtown area and parking in front of a row of shops and restaurants. He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt, glaring at his tummy like it might disappear. You did the same, inquiring, “Where are we eating? Since you’re on a diet and all.” Lance snapped, “Vegan joint.”

You smirked and patted his cheek, “How healthy.”

Lance gave you a snarky grin, anger radiating off his entire being. Good. You poked him in the side again for good measure, hopping out the BMW before receiving an earful of angry dad. The elder gymnast cornered you quicker than you could step on the sidewalk, big arms crossed. He jerked his jaw. “What’s your fucking deal? I barely know you. We trained together once.”

Now it was your turn to be bashful. You didn’t really know why you were fucking with him. Originally it was out of spite but now? You weren’t sure. He jeered, “I’m waiting? Not so mouthy now huh?” Mouth agape you stood in front of his bigger frame, stuck. You pushed past him and entered the restaurant, the other laughing haughtily.

Several drinks later.

Lance offered to walk you back to your hotel down the street, considering dinner went okay. There was that stagnant energy looming over you both. But you distracted the idiot by letting him brag the entire dinner. He needed it anyways, you’d been riding his ass all day. Guys like him needed their little ego boost.

He walked beside you inside the lobby, not stopping even as you pressed the elevator button. You stared blatantly. “You think you’re getting lucky or something?” Lance closed into your space again, hand on the wall as he grinned, minty breath hitting your face. He crooned, “Obviously. I got you figured out now.”

Ding. The elevator doors opened. He followed you in. You pushed him roughly against the wall, hand blindly pressing the button to your floor. You growled, “Shut the fuck up,” and kissed him. Big hands groped your ass while you fought against Lance’s mouth— teeth and tongue intertwined. His nose brushed against yours, you pressed into his soft body harder. The pair of you looked like some horny damn teens.

Ding.

He lifted you up easily, you wrapping your legs around his hips. Lance hotly murmured against your lips, “So you had the hots for me? That’s what’s got your panties in a twist, huh?” You slapped him across the cheek lightly, swearing, “I wanted to fuck you when you won pommel horse gold that first time you stupid prick.” His eyes rolled back, a grin splitting across pink lips.

You kissed Lance again, both hands cradled in his soft hair. He pulled away groaning, “Where- the room- fuck!” More smacking of lips filled the hallway. You panted, “Last- oh Goddammit- one on the right.” In an awkward flurry of limbs Tucker had managed to grapple your keycard and open the door.

He nipped at your swelling upper lip, laughing, “You were a fucking twig then, I mean Hope Ann had more ass.” You narrowed your eyes at him, hopping down and shoving Lance across your bed. He propped up on an elbow with a smirk. Climbing onto thick thighs you replied, “You were skinnier then too— if I remember correctly.” Grabbing a handful of his soft belly emphasized the point.

Watching his brows furrow and lips pout up was priceless. Lance retorted petulantly, “Bring it up again and I’m gonna start thinking you like it.” You shrugged and started pulling at his tight red pullover, the brunette grunting at the sudden stretch. “Easy!,” Lance yelped. The undershirt didn’t last long either, you were goddamn going nuts.

He pawed at your jacket, unzipping the white fabric, shrugging you out of it. He sucked in a breath when you unhooked your bra in a swift motion, hands groping your tits, mouth finding it’s way between. Yanking his hair you hissed, “That’s it, use your mouth for something other than talking about yourself, fuck, Tucker.”

He lapped around a nipple, moaning softly. You rutted down into his lap, grinding against his cock with an aborted mewl. You got plenty of dick. So how you were rolling around with Lance Tucker, gone to seed God of Gymnastics, was purely lust motivated. He lazily moved to your other tit, suddenly going too slow for your liking.

“Hurry your fat ass up- hah- what is this? Soft core hour?”

He nipped rudely, causing you to squeak and yank dark hair again. Lance pulled off your tit, lips obscenely swollen. His pupils were blown wide, eyes lidded seductively. He cocked his head and hummed, “Someone’s needy.”

“Fuck you!”

“Trying to, spitfire.” Good one. Your old nickname.

You hobbled off of his thighs to yank down your leggings and underwear, glaring. Lance copied your actions, albeit he struggled a bit more. You zeroed in on his pretty cock but then the tattoo registered. Lance’s smug face fell when you started laughing. He yanked the lamp off.

You giggled, pawing at him in the dark. “Oh my god, you can’t be serious right now, turn the damn lamp back on!” He protested, “No! It doesn’t look right in this state!” You fell against his soft chest, guffawing now, “Oh my god you aren’t even embarrassed about the tattoo itself?”

You flicked the lamp back on with a sharp grin, the light illuminating his unimpressed face. Nipping at his soft chin you ran hands down soft flesh, wrapping around Lance’s heated cock. He gasped softly, arching ever so into you. Cooing gently against hard and fast strokes, “I’m just playing with you again Tuck. S’that feel good?”

He exhaled out a shaky moan, eyes fluttering shut. You kissed downwards, making a wet line to that beautiful cock of his, heavy and curved. Lance babbled when you wrapped your lips around the thick tip, “Oh fucking Christ- you’re a little freak you know that? Hopping your way around the coaches this year? ” You squeezed his balls in warning, Lance moaning again with a grin.

You bobbed your head a couple of times, drooling heavily on the flushed member. Pulling off you rasped, “No, just the ones who are stupid, self-absorbed, and named Lance.” His inevitable retort turned into a whine when you flicked your tongue across his weeping slit. One of his hands fisted into your hair, pulling you forcefully up and off his cock with a lewd noise.

Lance rumbled, “Enough of this shit.” You moaned in surprise feeling him manhandle you under his bulk, trapped efficiently. The brunette was settled between your thighs, cock readied at your entrance. He purred into your ear, “Pussy’s just wet for me then? Fuckin’ hell spitfire.”

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon and fuck me, you’re right Lance, no more shit!”

“I’m always fucking right,” he grunted while sliding into your pussy. The pair of you cried out in unison, panting into each other’s mouth while adjusting. Your legs wrapped back up around Lance’s softened waist, whimpering at the stretch. He fared no better, lips barely touching your own as he groaned out, “Baby- baby, sh-shit!”

There were a couple of tentative thrusts before Lance eased into a rhythm. His arms were still strong as ever. One was braced next to your head and the other held your waist as he fucked into you. You felt up whatever muscle or softness you could grab on the Olympian, moaning his name in a desperate litany. Lance was back to nonsensically talking, switching between praising your body to extolling his virtues.

You wanted him to talk about you more.

Squeezing your inner walls down on Lance made the man stutter on his thrust, moaning sluttily. You used the pause to flip him onto his back with an ‘oof’. Smirking down at him you bounced up and down roughly, hands pulling at your nipples. “You’re soo lucky Tuck, guess Mags doesn’t, ah, put out for you anymore?”

Lance gripped at your hips rough enough to leave a bruise, smacking his hips into your own. It sounded like a serious porno in the room with all the wet noises, whining, and smacking. He gritted out, “Guess you weren’t getting much either huh? Sure there’s plenty of fish in the sea that can deal with your attitude.” He got a slap again, making those pretty blues roll up.

You shoved your lips against his, Lance sitting upright to wrap around you, one of those calloused hands snaking it’s way around. His belly was soft against your own, making you moan into his mouth. He jerked up into your pussy, you meeting him shamefully with rough bounces. His cock was rubbing against your sweet spot, pushing ‘ah ah ahs’ out of your mouth.

Your were beginning to shake down to your thighs, scratching at his muscular back. Lance growled against your lips, “Taking my cock so good yeah? Sucking me down like a good slut! Fuck, yes!” You threw your head back and shouted eagerly. In a guttural rasp you replied, “Yeah yeah- fucking hell- you’re a good lay I’ll give you that, daddy.”

Lance’s eyes blew black and he slapped your ass, choking on a groan. The pair of you bickered and panted, writhing into eachother. The noises reached a fever pitch, you whining in pleasure, Lance babbling nonsensically. Your pussy tightened and twitched.

“F-fuck, Tucker, gonna cum, harder!”

He swore, “Fucking slut, god!” He pushed you onto your back, hands holding your hips as he jackhammered into your pulsing cunt. You cried and squirmed, going rigid and cumming hard, eyes rolling up. Lance choked your name out, whimpering softly, growing sloppy with his thrusts. He rasped brokenly, “God fucking damn baby, oh god!”

“Fill me up, fill me up,” you chanted.

Lance dug deep a final time, mouthing into your neck as he spilled into you, grunting and moaning. He collapsed flat on top of you with broken little noises, face smushed into your neck still. You sighed in content, lazily rubbing his back in content. His cock began to soften, seed dribbling out between your thighs.

“Hmm, see you again in Paris, Tucker?”

“Uh-huh, maybe some more before that,” he looked up to stare at you, “I need some…hm, help?”

“You? Asking for help?,” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and laid his head back down, groaning in annoyance.

[buckrecs]

𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

valentine’s day by @ellerosie2332

I can’t stay away from you

Gimmie that gold by @heartofsilverflames

All day long, you’ve wanted it. Ever since you stood in a trance, watching- no, staring at your coach while he demonstrated a new stretch to your teammate.

Ho, Ho, Oh No by @moonbeambucky

Plenty of gifts will be exchanged as you and Lance celebrate Christmas but you’re not prepared for a certain surprise.

My World by @/moonbeambucky

As Lance Tucker's assistant you effortlessly manage his life, but when feelings arise will you be able to manage your heart?

Baby by @moonbeambucky

A bad date turns around when you find love in the last place you expected.

Use You by @lenavonschweetz

Lance has had a beyond shitty day.  He needs to work blow off some steam. 

Lance Tucker Sex Headcanons by @brixtonlore

Sweet, Sweet Victory by @sugardaddytonystark

You’re a could’ve-been Olympic gymnastics champion now training someone else for the US team. He’s the current Women’s Head Coach who wants to take over her training. You two have a competition to decide who gets their way.

Cupcake Decorating by @plumfondler

Lance comes into your bakery, he's booked onto your cupcake decorating workshop. Turns out he's the only one to turn up and a complete natural with the piping bag.

Winter Sucks by @toastedkiwi

Lance meets you and he’s an asshole to you.

headcanon by @extremelyblackandwhite

headcanon for lance dating a ballet dancer.

Deja Vu by @bxcketbarnes

Imagine by @/bxcketbarnes

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

Chasing Gold by @abovethesmokestacks

Alpha!Lance x Omega!Reader

A Grumpy Gymnastics Guy by @littlelioncub43

It just wasn’t Lance’s day, but it’s nothing you can’t fix.

Early Mornings by @captainmarvels

Lance seems to have found his soft spot, thanks to you.

It’s The Great Pumpkin by @moonbeambucky

There are no tricks, just treats this year as the Tucker’s celebrate Theo’s first Halloween.

Stretching you (out) by @rogerswifesblog

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility.

SERIES

The Price of Gold by @moonbeambucky

As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

Lance Tucker’s Sex Education by @angelicthor

after your only ever boyfriend decides its time to call it quits, you’re very reluctant to get back out into the dating game. Especially with your inexperience in the bedroom. But when your roommate and best friend Lance Tucker offers you sex lessons, who are you to say deny such an opportunity?

Anger Issues by @littlelioncub43

You and Lance like to argue. You hate him, he hates you, that’s how it’ll always be... right?

sincerity is scary by @thesoftdumbass

Lance makes a promise to himself, then. If you want to keep this relationship the way it is, then he’ll leave it alone and take you in any way that you allow him. But if you’re willing to become more, Lance would love to show you that he can be vulnerable and affectionate, reputation and callous pretense be damned.

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[rogerswifesblog]

Lance Tucker X reader:

Lance is readers new trainer and thinks she needs a special lesson in flexibility (18+)

I’m so weak for Lance tucker tbh

He’s an total asshole and a dick but I’d do anything and everything for him 🧎🏻‍♀️

Stretching you (out)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: lance tucker (he’s a fucking warning ⚠️😩), slightly forced stretching (trust me, it’s gonna be good👀), fingering, oral [ m&f receiving -> 69], p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, pain kink(but not a lot), dirty talk, let me know if I missed smth

Let’s thank @jamneuromain for the split part👀

Moodboard for this one shot here

18 +

Walking into the gym, you looked around. There were no people around anymore, since you had booked a session with a personal trainer- Lance Tucker himself- and wanted to work on yourself a bit. It’s not that you weren’t happy with yourself- you just wanted to try it out. Maybe going to the gym would become your hobby? Maybe you’d like to come here?

Ha, you’d definitely like to come but you didn’t know that yet.

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, feeling his gaze on you. It felt like he was trying to stare into your soul… or making out the outline of your nipples under your shirt and sports bra.

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, feeling his gaze on you. It felt like he was trying to stare into your soul… or making out the outline of your nipples under your shirt and sports bra.

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks, making you blush, feeling his gaze on you. It felt like he was trying to stare into your soul… or making out the outline of your nipples under your shirt and sports bra.

Lance laid out a mat on the floor while you put your beg aside and followed him, not being able to stop looking at his ass- fuck, he had such a- “I can feel you staring” said the man without needing to turn around. Once again you felt your blush deepen.

Quickly you looked away- even though your gaze fell on him again when he took off his jacket, throwing it aside. His shoulders stretched out the material of his white t-shirt and you could actually see his nipples perk up, feeling the chilly air hit his arms.

Fuck, his arms.

You couldn’t stop looking at his biceps while he put up some equipment. He could tell you were still looking at him. Good.

“Haven’t I told you to stretch?” he said, folding his arms, knowing it would drive you crazy… and surprise, surprise, you looked down at his pecs, swallowing once, twice.

You slowly nodded, putting your leg forward and leaning forward, touching your toes. The last time you stretched was probably in highschool- you didn’t remember any of the exercises besides this one.

Watching you, Lance chuckled, stepping closer, and stopping purposely right in front of you, with his crotch close to your face. Automatically you lifted your head up, staring for a moment at the curve in his pants but quickly averting your gaze away from his, well, dick.

Your cheeks were burning, while he seemed pretty smug, looking at you exuding power and sex appeal, enough to make your knees wobble.

He showed you a few other exercises to stretch your legs and arms… and watching him stretch his arms made you want to be choked with that biceps.

But what nearly brought you to your knees was the split he did. A fucking split.

At this point you knew you were drenched.

“I can’t do that” you said immediately when he looked up at you, waiting for you to do the same. He chuckled quietly- and even his damn chuckling made your pussy throb- standing back up and stopping right in front of you.

He jerked his head to the floor, signalizing you to get down -you weren’t sure if he meant the split or on your knees but you’d be happier about the second. “I’ll help you, sweetheart, promise. I’ll hold you” he mumbled into your ear before putting his hands on your waist and stepping behind you.

With his other hand he tapped your thigh, indicating you to push your leg forward. “Lance, I-“ he didn’t let you complain, pushing it forward himself while his leg stopped your other leg from moving.

While you slowly slid down you felt a tug in your legs, making you whine quietly- and yet Lance pushed you harder. “Fuck, Lance-“ you gasped which sounded more like a moan.

You felt Lance grin against your neck, while he pressed himself a bit closer against you. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll give you a gold medal to hold, huh? Yeah, I’ll give you the gold..” he mumbled, already feeling his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

His hands slid to the inside of your thighs, slowly coming closer to your core. “I think I need a better hold on you”.his words made you shudder while he pressed you a bit lower- your legs trembled but you couldn’t tell if it was from the exercise or of how close his hand was to your throbbing pussy.

At first you thought you imagined his hand being this close to your pussy but you gasped quietly feeling it even closer. His hand cupped your core, rubbing his fingers over your hot cunt and you clenched around nothing.

“I can feel you throbbing, sweetheart… such a hungry pussy for a good cock… maybe that’s what you need, huh? Could you make a split for me, if I’d let you sit on my cock?” he mumbled into your hair before pushing his fingers against your hole through your leggings. A quiet, surprised moan escaped your lips.

Before you could answer or really savor the feeling, his hand disappeared and he pulled you up on your feet.

He smirked at you for a moment before grabbing your arm and pulling you with him on the mat.

“Now lay down on your stomach“ the authority and dominance in his voice made your knees wobble. You did as he told, laying down on your stomach.

Shortly after, Lance stepped over you with you between his legs. He kneeled over you and you could feel his cock against your lower back, while his hands slid over your thighs, pushing them apart.

Then he leaned forward, grabbing your ankle and pulling it up. You felt the stretch in your thigh but you didn’t mind the pain. If you had to be honest the sting felt pretty nice. You could even say it relaxed you. And turned you on.

He played your body like an instrument. Like he knew exactly how you felt- that you liked everything he did.

Lance looked at your ass in these tight leggings, trying to make out the outline of your slip. But he looked, and he looked…he even learned a bit down but…

“That can’t be right…” he mumbled more to himself than you while his free hand slipped into your leggings, only to feel what he had already expected. “So no panties, huh?” His fingers drove right into your cunt, stretching you with two of his long and thick digits, just leaving them in you, feeling how you squeezed him.

Fuck, he wanted to feel you squeeze around his cock.

But he had other plans before.

You moaned when he curled his fingers and rubbed over the sensitive spot in you, that you always had problems to reach yourself. “Fuck” you moaned, especially when Lance still pulled at your leg.

He started thrusting his fingers deep into your cunt, in and out, in and out… you didn’t know if you were shaking from the feeling of his fingers fucking into you or from the sting in your thigh.

Lance could feel how much you clenched around his digits the more he pulled on your leg, letting you feel even more pain.

Before you could even really think about what was happening, you felt a g-spot orgasm rush over you. “Lance!” you gasped, balling your hands into fists, trying to grab something- the mat- anything. Fuck. Around two of his fingers, nestled thick and deep inside your warmth, you felt your body twitch and pussy clench.

He chuckled confidently, thrusting his fingers once again back into your cunt and rubbing on your spot, not giving you a moment to breathe. You tried to squirm away but he didn’t let you, sitting on you and caging you with his weight. “What are you doing sweetheart? I haven’t stretched your other leg yet?”

You whined, shaking your head when he pressed even harder on your spot. “No- it’s- it's too much- Lance” you whispered, but he didn’t let you move away. “You can take it.” With that he lowered your leg and already grabbed the other one, pulling it back. As soon as he started feeling the slight resistance, he also felt your cunt clench even harder. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Letting me stretch you out so well.”

You really didn’t know if he meant your legs.

As soon as you felt a third finger pressing into your wet heat, you knew the answer to that.

“Fuck- Lance- I can’t-“ you whined not sounding like you meant it, moaning as soon as he started thrusting.

All three thick digits.

You felt hot and sweaty, not sure if it was from all the stretching before or from… the stretching now.

Lance grinded his dick against the curve of your ass. Hard and heavy.

You whined, not being able to say anything or make any other sound than pathetically whining and moaning into the mat. “Mhmm… come on baby, give me another one. I know you can do it” he mumbled, pulling your leg harder once again.

The pain in your leg added to the pleasure he was giving you with his fingers and in the next second you felt your orgasm being ripped from you, your thighs tensing while you sobbed into the mat.

Lance gave you a gentle kiss on your ankle before lowering your leg and pulling his fingers out of your abused cunt.

You felt so empty without his fingers filling you up. You couldn’t stop the quiet whine that escaped your open mouth.

Before you even opened your eyes, Lance had turned you around so you laid on your back, lifting your head. You wanted to ask what he was doing only to look at his back when he then turned the two of you around, making you sit over his chest.

He pushed you down to his crotch, pressing you closer to his hard cock, already peaking over the waistband of his sweatpants. So he didn’t wear any underwear either. “Come on, let’s stretch that pretty throat of yours…” Lance pressed your face into his crotch, letting you know what to do.

You suckled on his head, pulling his pants down and looking down at his thick dick. You stopped for a moment. Just looking and wanting.

His mushroom head was red and leaking pre-cum while his girth was covered in heavy veins that you just wanted to trace with your tongue.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Licking around him, flattening your tongue against his slit, making Lance moan quietly. He grabbed your leggings with both hands, ripping them along the seam, burying his face between your glistening folds.

You gasped, not only because of the cold air hitting your core but also because of his tongue attacking your sensitive clit, sucking on it. “Fuck, please Lance-“

He pushed three of his fingers into your heat, already imagining how you’d feel around his dick, squeezing and milking him.

Moaning against his tip, he used the moment to push his hips forward, sliding past your gag reflex right into your throat. You gagged but started bobbing your head till you were able to take his full length into your throat.

Getting his dick into your mouth made your jaw twinge slightly but you enjoyed the feeling of his thickness. The fact that he was so big it nearly was painful to let him slide into your throat, made your clench around his digits. “Yeah, that’s what you like, huh? A big cock filling your holes…” he mumbled, fucking into your mouth.

Within minutes he pulled two orgasm out of you, even though you felt like you could burn from all the pleasure he gave you.

It was so much.

So, so much…

Too much.

And yet you wanted more.

Lance moaned into your core, grabbing your thigh strongly enough to leave bruises but it didn’t matter. You liked the pain.

When he felt himself coming closer to the edge, he pulled you off of his dick and manhandled you on the mat, laying over you.

He pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, guiding his tongue into your mouth, easily winning the fight for dominance. You could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan into his mouth. And he kissed so, so good.

His dick pushed against your folds but not sinking into you. Just as you wanted to grab him and guide him into you he grabbed both of your hands and pulled them over your head. “Leave ‘em there” he growled into your ear before sitting up, looking down at you and quickly taking off his shirt.

There was a very confident smirk on his lips.

Your gaze slid over his muscular body, stopping at the medal tattoo above his dick.

Gold medal.

You had no idea where to look at- his god-like body, the tattoo or his leaking cock that you wanted to feel so badly in your cunt.

“We’re still not done with your legs, baby” Lance's voice made you look up at his face watching his satisfied smirk while you just seemed confused.

Especially when he grabbed your leg and started pressing it to your chest. “Lance what-“ “I told you I’d stretch your legs, sweetheart.” With that he leaned over you- and you felt his tip sliding along your folds, still not thrusting into you.

When his tip brushed over your clit, a moan escaped your lips while he pushed against your legs before sitting back on his knees- and repeating everything over and over again.

You could feel your own juices and his pre-cum coating your folds, even leaking out of you and on the mat. You’ve never been so turned on because of something- or someone.

You felt drunk on him, even though he still hasn’t fucked you yet. “Please Lance- you’ve already stretched both of my legs- please, please-“ you whined with both of your legs pressed to your chest while his dick rubbed along your pussy lips- he was so close to push into you.

“Please what, baby?” he grinned against your lips, letting his tip sink a bit into your core before pulling away. “Tell me what you want.” Of course he knew exactly what you wanted but he enjoyed your squirming and begging. If he would’ve been so bothered himself, he’d probably tease you for another hour.

“Fuck me, Lance- fuck me hard. I want to feel it for da-“ before you could finish your sentence, he starts plowing into you, fucking you so hard your eyes roll back, feeling like he could literally break you any moment.

One of his hands glides between your body’s, rubbing over your swollen, sensitive clit, ripping the next orgasm right out of you before you could even realize how close you were.

And he doesn’t stop.

Lance pounds roughly into your overstimulated cunt like you were just a toy to him. Just a hole to fill,- to fuck.

And that’s what you were at this moment.

And you loved every second of it.

When he finally spills into your cunt with a loud growl, filling you up, you can’t even tell how many orgasms you’ve reached- or even if you had stopped orgasming after he had started hitting right into your g-spot. Your whole body was shaking, trembling in his arms while he slowly put down your legs- never pulling out of your cunt.

He slowly laid down over your body, moving his hips lazily, enjoying how your pussy milked his cock all this time. “Lance- I- I can’t” you whined, feeling the pain from overstimulation rush over your body. “Yeah, I know, I know” he gave you a peck on the lips, slowly pulling out of you with a wet squelch.

You felt your cheeks redden when he looked down at your puffy cunt, filled and leaking with your mixed juices. He scooped some of it up with his fingers, before pushing back into you. You whined quietly when you felt him thrust his fingers for a moment before pulling back out.

It was weird to not have him in you. You felt so empty without his thick cock.

“Open up, baby” with your eyes closed you felt his fingers press against your lips. Obediently you opened your mouth, letting him feed you your mixed releases.

Your whole body twitched when you felt his tongue lick over your drenched folds, before he slowly came up to you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and kissing you hotly. Making the both of you moan against each others lips.

The kiss turned gentler and he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“We should do this again…” he grinned against your lips.

You nodded. Yeah, definitely. But you couldn’t find your voice to answer verbally.

“Are you free tomorrow? Seven? I pick you up and we can get some dinner…go back to my place after…”

Well….who needs a cold shower?

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Stretching you (out) pt 2

Here’s pt 1

A/N: I realised I never posted the second part even though I had it in my drafts since December 🤣 i really hope you’ll like it!! Let me know!

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: stretching, fingering, fingering/rubbing through clothes, spit as lube, squirting, anal play, anal fingering, anal sex, rough anal sex, dp, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, anal cream pie, cum eating, rimming? it literally just porn without plot

You were nervously entering the gym once again.

Would it happen again? You had no idea if it was a one time thing, but just in case…you left the panties out, purposely wearing your tightest, white leggings, knowing they were see through.

You could already feel how wet you were, alone the thought of Lance being the cause for this.

You could already feel how wet you were, alone the thought of Lance being the cause for this.

The thought about what he could do to you today made your pussy clench around nothing.

Lance had promised you a great session, when you two met for dinner after the first training. But he didn’t mention what had happened between you two-and it made you crazy. The whole time you had pressed your legs together, to get some friction.

Only later did you realize he enjoyed watching you squirm like that. “Something on your mind?” He mocked you teasingly.

“Hello, you’re finally here,” said the gymnast, coming closer to you and grabbing your ass, when you were close enough. Both of his hands landed on your flesh, kneading hard enough to make you whimper. “Hi,” you gasped quietly.

Lance let go of you, a smirk on his lips.

God that smirk made your pulse quicken. And your cunt clench around nothing.

At first he just told you to stretch your legs like you’d usually do-only did he also want you to turn around, so he could observe you(r ass). After a while he started doing his own stretching, coming closer to you and putting his hands on your ass, rubbing your flesh.

“White leggings and no panties, hm? I can already see you’re wet, sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing his fingers right into your pussy, through the material of your clothes, making you moan quietly. “Knew you’d like it,” you mumbled, feeling him rub your folds and clit, till you could hear the wet squelch even through the material. It was embarrassing how wet you got so quickly.

He watched the material soak with your juices and showed him the outline of your pussy. If he could, he’d probably taken a picture.

But it’d be much better if he could see your naked pussy, without the material. Grabbing the leggings, he ripped them open, moaning when his gaze fell on your throbbing cunt. “So hungry for my cock, huh,” he grinned, already thrusting two of his fingers, working them in and out.

At this point you were a moaning, shaking mess, still trying to hold the position of bending down and touching your toes. You felt him press you down with his free hand, pressing his palm down on your back. “Come on baby, I know you can give me an even better arch…yeah, that’s it, maybe I’ll give you the gold later.” You whined at that. Fuck, you wanted his gold so bad. But your thighs burned so bad from the stretch of your muscles. “Lance it stings, I can’t-” “Oh you can sweetheart. The burn is something good. Trust me.” He grinned, still pumping his fingers into you. “Show me some effort.”

You felt yourself getting closer, feeling him rub your clit with his thumb and pressing two fingers into your throbbing cunt. “Oh god Lance-fuck-I’m gonna-I-“

Before you could finish your sentence, your juices squirted out around his fingers for the first time, making your knees buckle. If Lance hadn’t put his arm quickly around you, you’d probably fall. “So hot, baby. Squirting all over me. Look what a mess you made,” he mumbled.

You whined loudly when more squirted out with every flick of his thumb and he pulled his fingers out, watching your pussy clench around nothing.

“You still wanna more, hm, sweetheart? Can’t get enough of me?” He grinned, freeing his cock and pushing inside, with one quick thrust, while his hips started to snap hard and fast. You cried out in pleasure, feeling him once again starting to rub your sensitive bud. “Lance!” You moaned loudly.

He bit his bottom lip, watching his cock disappear in your sloppy cunt, squelching with every thrust.

“That’s not how I had our session planned, but don’t worry. I’ll still stretch you everywhere. Just like you deserve.” With that he stopped moving, still buried deep in you. You could feel him spit right on your puckered hole, making you clench around him even harder.

Oh god.

Lance rubbed one of his wet fingers around your tightest hole, pressing into you, feeling the tight muscle contract to let him in, making you whimper. “Lance-” “So tight. You need some good stretching, sweetheart, this won’t be an easy fit, definitely gonna sting a bit, but I know you like it, don’t ya?”

He moved his finger in and out of you, while the movement of his hips picked up a brutal speed. With the other hand he slid to your clit, rubbing it till you came on his cock, squeezing your tight walls around him. Your ass squeezed around his fingers too, making him want to fuck you even more. “Such a good girl for me,” he grinned, leaning down again and spitting once again on your tightest hole, inserting his second finger in.

Then he pulled out, grabbing you by the hair and pulling against his chest. His lips caressed along your neck. “You’re such a good girl. You deserve the gold to stretch you out.”

He walked with you to the gymnastics equipment, stopping at one of the vault tables, not saying anything, just grabbing your leg and putting it over it. You whined slightly, feeling your leg so high-and shortly after the tip of his dick at your tightest hole, slowly sliding in. “So fucking tight.” Then he thrusts forwards, his big thick dick disappearing inch by inch in you.

A whimper escaped your throat, when his thick length pressed into you. “Swallowing me right up,” he sighed, bottoming out.

The sting of your tight, not much prepared muscle made you cry out. The stretch felt so good…so much. But you craved more. You wanted everything he wanted to give you. Lance bottomed out quickly and you’ve never felt so full before. Your tights walls struggled around him, stretching open slowly and adjusting to him.

Lance smirked, pounding mercilessly into your tight hole, moaning your name. He grabbed your hips tightly, probably hard enough to leave bruises.

When he let his hand glide to your pussy, inserting two thick fingers in your hole and curling them into your spot, you felt a sudden orgasm rush over you, making your juices once again squirt out of your abused hole.

“Squeezing me so tight, fuck. How many can you give me, hm? How many times can you squirt?” He growled. You didn’t trust your voice to say anything, you could only whimper pathetically, especially when his thumb circled around your bud. Everything was so much.

He curled and thrusted his fingers into you, till you gave him two more, while still fucking you roughly. Your body was like a putty in his hands, completely at his mercy. Lance laughed, watching your limb body hold onto the table, while your legs shook.

Lance moaned loudly, shooting his load deep into your abused ass, coating your walls with his seed.

He stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying your tight walls squeezing and milking him.

His cum made your feel even fuller, making you whine a pathetic sound.

After pulling slowly out of you, he watched his cum leak out of your gaping hole and drip to your cunt and even add to the mess on the floor.

Lance hummed quietly, pushing your leg even higher, to spread your ass even further, leaning down to lick a strip from your pulsing cunt to your cum filled ass. He repeated this, every time you clenched and more cum dripped out of you.

After you had nothing more to give, he pulled you by your hair back against his chest, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste his and also your own release on his tongue, trying to lick into his mouth.

Lance chuckled, slowly pulling your leg down, helping you stand on your wobbly legs.

“You did such a good job, baby. Perfectly stretched…we definitely need to do it regularly, so your body gets used to it,” he whispered cockily, but you couldn’t care less how much it pushed his ego.

“Yes, please,” you nodded, burying your face into his solid chest.

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Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Lance Tucker

Pairings: Lance Tucker x Female Reader

Summary: Lance finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mention of sex (18+), pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Lance wouldn’t believe you at first till you show him the positive pregnancy test.

The first words out of his mouth would be “Are you sure it’s mine?”.

You and him would get in an argument about it at first and you say “It takes two people to make a baby, Lance!”

He would eventually come around to the idea of having a baby with you.

Him nicknaming you Sexy Mama.

Hope being mean to you. Lance would immediately tell her off and make her apologize to you.

Lance telling you how much he loves you and the baby.

Lance being the horny fucker he is asks “Can we have sex while you’re pregnant?”

Him being weirded out with your pregnancy cravings, but goes with it.

Lance saying something dirty like “Do you think you’re still flexible while you’re pregnant?”

Him shamelessly staring at your breasts as they get bigger during your pregnancy.

Lance saying “That’s the gold inside of you.” with a smirk on his face and with his hand on your growing baby bump.

You stealing his clothes cause yours don’t fit you.

Lance giving you amazing massages.

Him trying his best to comfort you through your mood swings.

He would buy a parenting book on what to expect during pregnancy and after the baby is born.

People at the gym calling you “The god of gymnastics’s baby mama”.

Lance talking to the baby and tells him or her “I’m the god of gymnastics.”

You two don’t mind what the gender of the baby is just as long as the baby is healthy. Lance secretly wanting a girl.

He would be an overprotective dad after the baby is born.

Lance being the horny fucker he always is would want you all the time.

He had a hard time keeping his hands off of you before you got pregnant and now he would have an even harder time keeping his hands off of you.

Lance being speechless the first time he feels the baby kick.

His hand on your belly when you two are cuddling or sleeping.

He would be confused on how to build the crib, but he’d eventually get it.

Him wanting to design the nursery with gold metals.

Over all, he would be so happy and excited to have a baby with you.

[theinheriteddutchess]

Batman au

Lance Tucker is just an Olympic Gold medalist gymnast, but no one knows that at night he is taking on another Identity.

Dressed in a different costume, he clears the streets of the criminals the legal system can't touch.

In the public eye he's just a rich playboy, who's spending his money without thought, dates another woman (or two) every night, and is a rude and obnoxious fool.

He's forced to keep up the facade because it's the perfect cover, but what happens when you, his best friend from his childhood, returns back to the city for a promotion?

You're not impressed with the man he turned into, but he can't let you know the truth. It would put you in danger. Besides, being a detective will place you in the difficult position of having to arrest him.

But can either of you deny the attraction that keeps building up whenever you're around each other?

@georgiapeach30513 part 2😌

Take outs:

I had to add the last 2 because🤭 why??

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Lance Tucker Masterlist

All the links travel to ao3!

updated September 21 2024

Main Masterlist

Requesting Rules

Am I Wrong? || Summary: Despite Hope being an excellent intimidating companion, lance longs for you to be back at his side.

A Baby's First || Summary: Lance holds his newborn daughter for the first time

Breaking Point || Summary: Lance finally confesses his feelings

Heaven Knows.... || Summary: you overhear Lance confessing to Hope that he’s in love with you.

It's Too Late For That || Summary: Lance screwed up. and he wants to fix things with you.

[sebastiansluts]

Hey Rose!!! Could we have something with lance degrading reader 👀 maybe breeding her and marking her with piss?

Hi!!! I hope you like this!!

Lance Tucker x Reader; reader is like 20+; hair pulling, degradation, breeding kink- unsafe sex, piss kink,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Lance had called you into his office to talk about your performance for the last three months as a junior coach. You weren’t nervous, you had been sleeping with him for the last two. As you walked in, you were all smiles, confidence oozing out of you. 

“Hey Coach,” you grinned, popping your gum before spitting it into the trash can next to his desk. You propped yourself on the edge, showing off your short shorts. “You wanted to see me?” 

Lance’s eyes were dark, shrewd, as he stood from behind his desk, walking around to face you. You couldn’t help the small gulp that happened or the moan when his hand suddenly whipped up and fisted around your pontytail, yanking your head back. 

“Lance!” You cried, hands flying up to his upper arms, squeezing his biceps and getting distracted for a moment. He yanked on your hair again and you yelped, looking into his icy blue eyes. 

“Can’t even focus long enough to hear how you’re doing, so typical of you,” Lance scoffed, and you felt a rush of heat go through you. 

“I can, just give me a chance-” You begged but he cut you off, pressing his lips to yours, harsh and unyielding. Lance pushed away from you abruptly and spun you around, pushing you out of his office. 

“Go to the lockers and strip down. Wait in the showers,” he ordered, and you nodded, obeying quickly, jumping when he slapped your ass as you passed. You walked as quickly as you dared through the gym, into the locker room. 

It was nearly empty and quickly became entirely so as you disrobed, putting your clothes in your locker and heading to the showers with your usual products. You were alone, the sound of the water the only thing you could hear as you strained your ears, eyes sweeping as far as you could see into the lockers.  Lance stepped into view suddenly and you flinched, as he snickered. “Knew I was coming, who else would I be? Turn the water off, go into a different stall we don’t want to slip.”

You did as he said, moving quickly glancing over your shoulder into the locker room and seeing it was still empty. Lance pushed you into the stall and up against the wall, putting your hands up high as he kicked your legs apart. 

“Jesus, I’ve been fucking waiting for this all fucking day,” Lance swore, and you whimpered as he pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, sliding it around in the bit of wetness there.

“Come on baby, what’s going on, am I being too mean? My pathetic girl needs some sweetness? Well too bad that’s not what you get with me,” Lance said, slapping his dick against your cunt, hitting your clit and making you buck your hips, trying to get more. “Ahh, there she is, my desperate girl, wondering where you were.”

“Thought- thought you didn’t like desperate?” you said woundedly, and Lance just laughed, running his dick between your inner lips, coating his dick with your slick before pushing his tip inside you.

You gasped, going up on your toes, and Lance followed, pressing you into the wall, making you take it. Inch by inch, he drove into you, pulling back then hammering forwards. You were making broken little gasps and moans, feeling yourself be split open on his cock.

“I feed off of desperate, baby. Now bend over, you’re gonna take my seed like a good little whore, Daddy wants a baby this time,” Lance grinned, pushing you down until you were doubled over, still pressed against the wall, ass pushing into him. 

“Gonna fill you up so full of me you’re gonna be dripping with it,” Lance groaned, thrusting forwards and making you squeal. 

“Please, Lance! I need it,” you whimpered, cheek against your hands, pressing back from the wall and wriggling against Lance until he slapped your ass.

“Greedy fucking slut! Can’t just take what you’re given, always have to try to prove yourself,” Lance muttered, and you shuddered, your pussy clenching. He grabbed your ponytail again, wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your head back while he drove his hips into you. “Where’s that fucking voice now, huh? Come on baby, tell me how good you’re going to be for me, how good you’re going to look stuffed full of my cum, swollen with me.” 

Lance let go of your hair to grip your hips tightly as he began fucking you with quick, steady strokes, dragging grunts out of your mouth, as more filth spilled from his. 

“Gonna come on Daddy’s dick aren’t you, slut? Yeah, you’re still a fucking slut, getting off on all of this, you’re wet as a fucking pool.” He wasn’t wrong, you were soaked, Lance slipping through your folds with ease. He reached around and pulled one of your tits out of your top, groping you harshly as he kept thrusting at even pace. 

You couldn’t hold back, whimpering as you came, dropping your head, bent and hanging between your shoulders. You shook, body trembling as your cunt tightened on Lance’s dick. His hands squeezed your hips, pulling you back into him, no resistance from you. 

Lance started fucking you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. “Gonna do it this time, really gonna breed you up baby,” he moaned in your ear as he came, sputtering against your walls bare, dripping down between your legs as he fucked in and out of you eagerly. 

When he pulled out, you could feel some of his cum against your thighs, and you pressed them together. “See? Such a slut, you can’t help but want to keep my cum inside you,” Lance said, putting a hand on your lower back, pushing lightly at first, then harder when you weren’t moving fast enough. “Get on your knees and face me.”

You did as he said, looking up at him to see him holding his dick and pointing it right at you. “Aw Lance, is that why we’re in the showers? This better count as extra credit,” you grumbled, closing your eyes. 

You flinched when the first stream of piss hit your cheek, then relaxed into it, getting covered from head to foot. “‘Extra credit’ you’d let me do anything I wanted just for a scrap of praise, wouldn’t you?” Lance taunted, laughing as he pissed on you.

“I fucking own you, slut, don’t ever forget that. Forget about credit, forget about your job, forget about your life, you are mine. That’s your fucking progress report, baby,” Lance hissed, finishing peeing and standing tall over you.

[late-to-the-party-81]

What if...in Looking For Fun, Lance was the escort. A specifically hired escort to spice up your boredom and lacklustre sex life. Just a thot 🥲

Thanks Lau!

Looking for Fun AU

CW: Cheating, Sexual content

You hated accompanying Alexander to these functions, but as wife number 3, you knew you had to put on your fake smile and play your part as the pretty trophy you knew you were.

Your only reprieve were the chats with the other wives (and the illicit girlfriends you all pretended not to know about) in the washroom and at the bar.

Excusing yourself from Alexander's moist octopus grip, on the pretext of getting a drink, you retreated to the marble refuge.

Entering the washroom, you could feel the electricity in the air. Your friend Kayla pulled you to the side immediately.

"We did it." She exclaimed. "The plan came together. Here's the room key. You're expected in 5 mins."

The metal was cold in your palm. You expected to be more nervous about this than you were. You were about to cheat on your husband. But you knew he wasn't faithful, far from it. You'd been his mistress before you were his wife...and let's face it, if the old man could get it up any more it was a miracle. He preferred to watch you pleasure yourself and then cum into his hand. Which was fine by you.

You slipped down the corridor from the washrooms and got into the elevator, tapping your foot as it whisked you upwards.

A few steps down from the sliding doors was the room that matched your key. You slotted the tooth-edged metal into the lock and walked in.

His name was Lance, tall, lean and athletic and he greeted you with a cocky smile. He was wearing a suit, but had the tie and top shirt button undone, and held two chrystal tumblers of whisky. He offered one, which you gladly accepted.

He sensed your nervousness, and led to slowly by the hand over to the side of the bed. You perched next to him and sipped your whisky. Lance did the same, but without taking his eyes of you. When his tongue snuck out to trap an errant drop your thought you'd pass out.

Glasses empty, he removed it from your grip and placed both down on the side table. Cupping your face he took your lips in a bruising kiss. All your retiscence disappeared, and your fingers flew to his hair, returning his kiss with fevour.

The next half hour was a blur of feral coupling, Lance bending you into positions you didn't think you could ever manage again. And the man had stamina. He gave you two orgasms with his fingers and mouth before he even slid his cock into you.

And his dirty talk - full of filthy, degrading praise. Telling you how well you were taking it, what a gorgeous, needy slut you were for him. He made you cum on his cock over and over before he finally emptied himself into the condom.

He grinned at you as you both got your breath back, laying on the bed, covered in sweat and chests heaving.

You were surprised when he helped you wash up, although maybe it was part of the service. He made sure that your make-up, dress and hair were all pristine as well.

You fished out a bundle of notes from your purse and smiled when he passed you his card in return.

Re-entering the function room, you ordered two drinks from the bar before returning to Alexander's side.

"Hey , Daddy. Sorry I was so long. I got chatting and lost track of time. Here's your drink." You passed him the tumbler, and he drew you to his side.

"No problem, Sugar. As long as you were having a good time."

"Oh, I had lots of fun."