HOTREADINGWITCH HEADQUARTERS

“Frank…you…” her words slurred from exhaustion. 

He’d brought her to the edge and back three times already, using his nimble tongue like a dagger, carving out little slices of ecstasy while taking immense pleasure in her pain. Frank toed the line, in life and in sex. Precise and sloppy. Gentle and rough. God and monster. 

“Just one more time baby, I promise,” he practically cooed, voice husky as his mouth kissed closer and closer to the place she needed him most, “Can you be a good slut for me and cum on my tongue?”

“Yes—“ she gasped, her voice whinier than she’d ever heard it. Desperation had shaped her into someone she barely recognized, “Please Frank, I need it—I need you to make me cum.” 

She moaned loudly, unable to resist crying out. She was sensitive now and needy too, so far gone for him that the last thing on her mind was how much her neighbours would surely hate her in the morning. Grinding herself eagerly against his mouth, Y/n chased her release. Frank moaned onto her as he licked at her clit all while creating suction around her pussy with his lips. She was close and they both knew it.

“Attagirl,” he growled before licking a long stripe up towards her clit with the flat of his tongue. 

He licked and licked, each flick of his tongue pushing her further, getting her closer to cumming.  

When she’d met him at a fruit stand a few months ago, he was buying plums. The soft, dark fruit was her late grandmother’s favourite and she hadn’t been able to resist telling him so. Despite his gruff demeanour, they’d struck up a conversation and the rest was history. Eventually, after going out for drinks together a couple times, Y/n had opened up to Bucky about her financial struggles. It was then that he hesitantly offered her a temporary solution to her problems. And now, she was his sugar baby. 

Bucky paid her for her company multiple times a week but he’d never pressured her into doing anything sexual. For months, they simply spent quality time together, growing their relationship into a more solid one with a foundation of companionship and mutual trust. 

As Y/n walked briskly over the cobblestone streets that led to Bucky’s apartment, she couldn’t shake the feeling that had been bothering her for the last few weeks. At her core, Y/n was two things: a realist and a hopeless romantic. The opposing characteristics battled for dominance within her with every decision she made, especially ones relating to her love life. No matter how wild it seemed, even to her, she had come to the realization that she now saw Bucky as more than a friend, as more than just her boss. Shaking her head at herself, she pressed the doorbell that would let her into his building, waiting for the buzzer to go so that she could enter. 

The dusty cement staircase muffled the clacking of her heels and despite the enjoyment she knew she always felt when she saw Bucky, Y/n’s anxiety began to grow the closer she got to the top floor. It had been a few days since she’d last seen him and even fewer since she’d truly realized just how much she was falling for him. But before she could start overthinking their relationship for the millionth time, the door opened, revealing broad shoulders barely encased by that red henley he always wore. 

“Hi,” Y/n greeted, slightly breathless, both from the stairs and the mere sight of him. 

“Hello.” 

Bucky smiled awkwardly like he always did. It was one of his little quirks that Y/n had instantly found endearing. If she really thought about it, which she didn’t particularly want to, she’d probably been into him from the moment they’d said hello. It wasn’t just his looks, though his rugged handsomeness definitely didn’t hurt, but how behind that rough appearance was one of the kindest, most gentle men that Y/n had ever met. 

~ 4 hours later ~

“Thank you for spending time with me tonight Y/n,” Bucky said sincerely, his cheeks flushing beneath his stubble, “You know I always appreciate it…” 

Y/n stopped in her tracks, standing still in his doorway. She hesitated before saying what she knew was going to spill out of her later if she didn’t just come out with it now, “I like you Bucky.” 

Her words made him freeze. As their gazes collided, the hopeful, disbelieving way that he looked at her broke her heart. She knew he’d done horrible things—hurt people, killed them too—and yet that didn’t stop her from reaching out to softly caress his jaw. Her job was to be a companion to Bucky, to care for him, but this budding softness between them was something else altogether. 

His quiet response shook her from her thoughts, “I like you too.” 

She looked deep into his eyes, sliding her hand down from his jaw to his firm chest as she came closer to him. 

“Can I kiss you?” She asked. 

“Please,” his voice was broken, as if the desire to kiss her was testing his restraint. 

She leaned forward with a smile before pressing her lips to his. In an instant, his hands were on her waist, pulling her back into his apartment like he couldn’t resist grabbing at her, having her body as close to him as humanly possible. Bucky groaned as she ran her tongue along the plush surface of his bottom lip, pushing herself further into his mouth. As the kiss deepened, Y/n’s hands ran across Bucky’s clothed chest, over his buff shoulders, and down his back. 

Eventually, she felt him stop his movements. She broke away from their kiss in time to see they’d reached the worn, leather couch in his studio apartment. Without breaking eye contact, she pressed on his shoulders lightly so that he’d sit down. As she stood before him, she could tell from the wrinkle in his forehead that he was worrying. 

She grabbed one of his hands, holding it tightly in hers before saying what she knew he needed to hear, “I want you, truly.” 

His eyes flickered with something like sadness before he squeezed her hand back in response. 

“It’s been years doll, I’m not gonna last long—fuck,” he groaned when she sunk to her knees before him, "Are you sure you want to?”

She nodded her head, her hands running up and down over the wide expanse of his thick thighs.  Settling back onto the old leather couch, Bucky spread his legs wider to allow her some space as she knelt before him. 

She cocked her head to the side playfully, “Are you sure you want to Bucky?” 

After he said yes, Y/n moved her hands, inch by inch, until she reached the button and zipper that concealed his cock. She unzipped his pants, undid the button, and peeled the fabric off of him, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Pull it out,” she ordered once he was only wearing his boxers, commanding him in a dominant tone that was unfamiliar, even to her. 

His gaze sharpened then, assessing her like a predator circling its prey. In a flash, his hands were on her, breaking the spell that her slow movements had cast over them. With startling efficiency, Bucky gathered her hair into a tight ponytail. Tugging at it slightly, he gazed down at her, his eyes downcast and laser-focused on her.  

“Don’t think for one second doll, that being alone for so long has made me forget how to fuck,” he titled his head slightly, assessing her shocked expression, before taking control, “Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”  

His grip on her hair loosened just enough so that she could move her head, obeying his command by opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue for good measure. Bucky pulled his hard cock out from his underwear, making her swallow harshly in anticipation. It wasn’t that she had expected him to be small but more so that she couldn’t have envisioned a cock quite so big, even in her wildest dreams. 

Guiding his tip slowly past her lips, Bucky’s eyes softened slightly at the sight of her taking him in. 

“Fuck doll, this is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of.” 

He sucked in a sharp breath as she teased his head with alternating swirls of her tongue. His chest moved so slightly with the motion it was almost imperceptible, but Y/n knew better, knew Bucky better. Somehow in her anxiousness she had forgotten just how clear it was that Bucky liked her exactly as much as she liked him. 

Y/n licked around and around his tip until she felt the hand in her hair begin to tighten instinctually. She pulled back slightly so that she could spit onto him, an action that made his eyes widen in response. His steely blue gaze burned her face with its intensity as he followed her every action with fascination and awe. 

“Mmm,” she groaned onto him as she took more of his cock into her mouth until she was halfway down his shaft. Even half of him was enough to make her gag. She bobbed up and down, dragging his cock over the flat expanse of her tongue and deeper into her throat. Y/n’s eyes flitted up to look at Bucky, taking in everything from his tense frame to the bead of sweat forming on his temple. 

“Keep going doll,” he encouraged, “Don’t stop.” 

Spitting onto her hands, Y/n placed them at the base of his shaft, creating suction to satisfy the part of him that she couldn’t reach. She then returned her mouth to him, speeding up her movements until the lewd, wet sound of him hitting the back of her throat filled the room. Choking on his cock over and over made her eyes water, tears threatening to spill onto her flushed cheeks, but the satisfaction of hearing Bucky’s moans spurred her to continue. 

“Good girl, good girl,” he practically chanted as his orgasm approached. 

Y/n kept the pace, pleasing him with her hands and her mouth. Bucky’s vibranium hand cooled her warm cheek as he gripped her face, thrusting up into her open mouth and chasing his release. 

“Can I cum in your mouth doll? Please tell me I can.” 

Y/n nodded her head quickly, conveying what she wanted. Her head bobbed and bobbed until finally he came, spurts of white cum splattering the depths of her throat. She slowed her movements, swallowing everything he gave her with an eagerness that made him grunt in pleasure. As she stood, wiping the mix of cum and spit off of her lips with her thumb and sucking on it, Bucky’s glassy-eyed gaze trailed slowly up her body. 

“Can you take this off for me doll?” He asked once he’d regained his composure, gesturing to her shirt without breaking eye contact. 

She nodded before beginning to pull the soft fabric over her head, leaving her exposed in her bra. Bucky leaned forward from where he sat on the couch to place soft kisses in the dip between her breasts all the way down to the tender flesh of her hip. Shivering at the gentle press of his lips, she moved to take off her pants next. Bucky’s strong hands found hers, one warm and one cool, guiding the process along as if he couldn’t resist touching her. His gaze roved over her skin with such intensity it felt like an actual caress. Finally, she removed her underwear, moving slowly and watching as Bucky’s eyes followed the movement, darkening quicker than a coming storm. 

“Perfect…” he murmured, planting one last gentle kiss just above her pussy. 

With his hands on her hips, he flipped her onto the leather couch until she was laying on her back. Breathless, her pussy clenched in anticipation as he looked up at her, desperation etched in every line on his face. She was wet already from sucking him off but knowing that Bucky wanted to taste her so badly, that pleasing her was his priority, turned her on even more. “You want it?” He asked, confirming her desires.  

“Yes,” she breathed in response, her voice needy, “Please Bucky, I need you.” 

Reaching forward, he slid a finger along her folds, gathering some of her wetness before bringing it up to her clit. He circled around it, building pressure deep inside her with every sensual motion. She sighed as he teased her, allowing her body to enjoy the most delicious kind of torture. Looking up at her, he slid his finger down from her clit, going lower and lower until he reached her wet hole. 

“Bucky…” she whimpered, her hips jerking toward him, needing more. 

“How many fingers are you going to take for me tonight doll?” He asked in a deceptively nonchalant tone. 

Y/n gasped as a single finger slid up into her pussy, moaning at the sensation. He pumped in and out, hitting that perfect spot inside her with each slow, curling motion. Her hips moved up and down as the pleasure began to take over her body. 

“That’s one…” he stated like he was keeping score. Bucky’s metal hand gripped the soft flesh of her hip, the cold temperature grounding her as her cheeks heated. 

“Two.” 

Y/n’s hands found Bucky’s broad shoulders, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as the tension continued to coil inside her. If she couldn’t already feel her pussy tightening around Bucky’s fingers herself, his small, breathy groans would’ve given it away. She gasped then as his mouth latched onto her clit, returning to the sensitive area and giving it the pleasure it craved. 

“You’re doing so good doll—so fucking tight and good for me,” he murmured against her as he sucked at her clit and pumped his fingers in and out. 

Without lessening the delicious suction he’d created around her, Bucky continued circling her clit with his tongue. He pulled her so close to his face that she was practically riding him causing her pleasure to wind tighter and tighter, so tight she knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped. 

“I can’t—mhm—take it much longer,” Y/n mumbled, her words slurring from the intensity of his mouth and fingers, “I’m gonna…cum soon.”    

“Yes, do it—fuck,” Bucky swore against her as he lapped at her clit, “Fucking cum for me doll.” 

Y/n’s pussy clenched at his words, squeezing his two fingers. She was close to the edge, about to tumble over the precipice of her orgasm. 

“Bucky—“ she gasped loudly, her body tensing as he slipped a third, thick finger into her, somehow knowing exactly what would make her cum. 

“Three.” 

That was all she needed. Crying out, her pleasure took over. Waves of sensitivity coursed through her, making her shiver as Bucky pleased her through it, slowing down but never once removing his mouth or hands. He’d pushed her, teased her, controlled her pleasure like an expert until she burst all over his tongue, giving him exactly what he’d wanted all along.

Bucky propped himself up on his elbows after her orgasm subsided, removing his mouth and fingers from her, leaving her sensitive and needy for more. Her eyes were hazy with lust and she couldn’t help the small whimper that left her mouth when Bucky brought his soaked fingers to his lips and began to clean off her cum with his tongue. He cocked his head to the side before asking, “Wanna taste?”  

She nodded before she could think better of it, opening her mouth and letting Bucky slide his wet, cum-soaked fingers past her lips. 

“Mmm,” Y/n groaned as the salty slickness hit her tongue. She sucked his fingers clean, looking him in the eye as she did, before releasing them with a quiet, satisfied hum. 

“Good girl.” 

“Come here,” Y/n tugged Bucky by the tight, red henley that he was somehow still wearing, pulling him in for a kiss. 

He mumbled something incoherent as their lips pressed together, his words disappearing into the kiss. He ran his tongue between her lips, wanting to push deeper into her mouth. She moaned as his tongue slipped further inside, deepening their kiss. Bucky’s weight pressed down onto her as they made out, the width of his hips pushing her legs apart. Y/n broke away from their kiss long enough to say, “I want to be on top.” 

Bucky didn’t waste any time, complying instantly to her request by flipping them over so that she was spread across his lap. Neither of them were wearing pants and somehow, after Bucky took his shirt off, leaving them both fully exposed, the change in position made them realize the intimacy of the moment, of what they were doing. 

“We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to,” Bucky caressed the side of her head with his metal hand, gently intertwining his fingers with her hair.   

Her gaze flicked up to his, “I don’t want to stop Bucky. Do you?”  

She placed her hands on his broad chest, eyes widening when she felt the strong beating of his heart beneath her palms. 

“No,” he shook his head, confirming his desire as his grip tightened slightly in her hair, “I’ve been waiting too long for this to give you up now.”

Y/n’s hips ground down onto him without thinking, it was like every logical thought in her head was gone, replaced only by lust. Bucky groaned at the feeling of her bare, slick pussy grinding back and forth against his cock. Grabbing her chin with his metal hand, he pulled her into a rough kiss. Their tongues tangled until Bucky broke away, breathing heavily as he kissed her neck, sucking and leaving marks on her skin, tickling her with his scruff. The sensations made her gasp, a raw, needy sound that made him harden instantly beneath her.  

“Fuck—I need to put it in now doll. Is that okay?” 

She nodded against him, her breath hitching at the thought of just how well he was going to stretch her.  

“Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Bucky please…I want to feel you inside me,” she groaned in response, needing him now more than ever. 

With one hand steady around his girth, Bucky lined himself up with her entrance, using his cool, metal fingers to spread her folds apart. 

“Fuck—your pussy’s so damn pretty," he swore, pushing his tip into her, the sensation making them both hiss, “Sink down on it doll. Take as much of me as you can.”

The feeling of Bucky spreading her open was even more intense than she’d imagined. Once the head of his cock was fully inside her, she continued lowering her hips, breathing hard as she took in one inch at a time. She could feel his shaking breaths on her cheek as she focused, letting his quiet groans encourage her to slide him deeper and deeper inside. 

“I—“ she gasped at the pain of his size, “I can’t Bucky—it’s too much…”

“Take a minute doll, it’s okay,” he comforted her, planting a sweet kiss on her pouting lips, “It feels so good just like that.” 

Adjusting to his size took a minute or two but Bucky talked her through it, pressing gentle kisses to her jaw, neck, and chest. Closing her eyes, she let herself focus on contrast between the pain of him stretching her and the building pleasure caused by his size. Eventually, the sting subsided and she began to move, rocking her angled hips forward and back. The more she moved, grinding down onto him, the more the initial discomfort faded and turned to pleasure. Even with an inch or two of his cock left to spare, he was still so deep inside her.  

“You’re taking me so well doll, being such a good girl for me.”  

“Bucky…” she moaned, his name tasting even better on her lips than their cum had.

Y/n’s back arched and her head lulled back as she began to lose herself to the feeling, moving quicker and quicker. Bucky’s hands, flesh and metal, caressed her waist and her thighs, roaming up and down her body as if he couldn’t decide which part of her he wanted to feel beneath his palms more. Their breaths mingled, moans getting louder by the second as she continued to ride him. 

Leaning back, Bucky’s hands found her breasts. He massaged them in his hands before tweaking her nipples with his fingers. The sting, the movement, the pressure, it all mixed together, building heat and delicious tension.  

“Shit doll—” he groaned, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, “I need it deeper…harder.” 

Turned on by the thought of taking more of him, she merely whimpered in response. Gripping her hips tightly, Bucky flipped them over again so that she was on her back. After placing a quick kiss to her temple, he pushed back into her until his cock was completely enveloped within her warm pussy. He grunted in response as she tightened instinctually around him, “You want it fast doll? Deeper?” 

“Yes—shit—yes, Bucky please.” 

Placing one hand behind her head and using his other to tuck one of her legs up to her chest, Bucky began to thrust into her. Moaning at the wet sounds her pussy was making, she took him all the way inside with surprising ease. His metal fingers gripped the soft flesh of her thigh, the cool temperature grounding her again as he sped up his pace, pressing her body down into the couch cushions below with his weight and the sheer power of his thrusts.         

“Fuck that feels good,” Y/n groaned, her eyes fluttering shut so that she could focus on how deep he was, on the feeling of her pleasure building. 

Bucky leaned forward, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss. Letting go of her thigh, he ran his cold hand down her body until he reached her clit. Y/n gasped at the added sensation, her noises of pleasure lost to his lips as he pressed his mouth to hers. With each powerful snap of his hips, her desire continued to rise. Bucky’s movements were so fast that their lips could barely connect, each motion shaking them both with its force.  

This intimacy, this sweet result of the trust that they had for each other was exactly what Y/n had been waiting for. She knew she liked Bucky, that she’d developed a crush on him that went beyond their original friendship and financial agreement. But, what she hadn’t expected was just how perfectly they’d fit, how easily things had come together for them. As Bucky thrust in and out of her, pleasing her in a way that was somehow both rough and reverent, she knew he must be the man for her. A companion that she not only wanted but needed too.   

She smiled against his lips as he held her body down with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. The rougher he got the closer her orgasm came to releasing. 

“Bucky…right there, please. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum…” 

He thumbed her clit, never once letting her pleasure slip from his grasp. He was completely in control, giving her everything she craved and more. Her whimpers and breathy moans filled the room, mingling with Bucky’s deep grunts and swearing. They were both getting closer and closer to cumming.  

“Oh fuck—“ Y/n cried out, her breath hitching as her orgasm crashed over her. 

Each sensation combined into one powerful force, ricocheting throughout her entire body like wild strikes of lightning followed by the deep, responding rumble of thunder. The feeling was so strong, so intense it felt like time slowed and simultaneously sped up around them. All she could feel were Bucky’s strong hands, the weight of him on top of her, and the delicious spreading of pleasure as it crackled through her.  

“Cum in me,” she begged then, voice rough with lust and pupils blown wide. 

“Fuck doll—you’re sure?” He groaned as the waves of her orgasm throbbed around him, pulling his cock deeper inside her pussy. 

She nodded, eyes soft with desire, caressing his flesh arm with her fingertips before murmuring, “Please…” 

Y/n’s pussy was still tight and pulsing when Bucky came, her moans pushing him over the edge. He groaned in her ear, the deep sound of his orgasm making her back arch upwards into his firm chest. Gripping her waist so tightly she thought he’d bruise her skin, she felt it as his cock twitched and his cum spurted deep within her. 

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice a soft, low breath. 

Y/n saw Pepper smirk as she blushed, turning toward Tony, and walking over to his massive glass desk.

“Yes, Mr.Stark?” Y/n questioned once the room had emptied, her shy eyes glued to her shoes.

“Y/n?” He coughed before coming around the front of the desk.

That got her looking up at him. He never used employee's first names when he addressed them, always calling people by their last name. It was practically a part of his professional code.

“Mr.Stark?” She started, confused and instantly flushed.

“Tony” he interrupted, the corner of his mouth ticking upward, “Please, call me Tony”

“Yes, sir” she responded obediently, before correcting herself, “Yes Tony I mean!”

He chuckled to himself, his small smile widening into a dark smirk that made a warmth rush to Y/n’s chest. She sucked in a shocked breath as one of his hands came up and stroked her cheek gently, his gold watch glistening in the bright daylight streaming through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows. She leaned into his touch, her body’s desire taking over.

“Y/n” he stated, his voice low and grumbly, “I don’t want to overstep but I can’t keep doing this”

“Doing what exactly sir?” She whispered, flirting back.

He groaned.

“Pretending that I don’t notice you and everything that you do, everywhere that you go, everyone that you talk to. Pretending I don’t think about you all the time, even at night”

She met his intense gaze, shuffling a step close to him, wanting to be as near him as possible.

“Tony” she whined before blushing, trailing off, “I’ve wanted you for a long time…”

“I guarantee I’ve wanted you for longer”

That got her to smile.

Tony leant forward and kissed the smile off her mouth. As his tongue poked she melted into his arms which, on either side of her body, secured her in place. In a second he broke away. The look on his face was practically feral. His lips slid down from her lips to her cheek, to below her ear, until they reached the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to moan.

“Fuck” he growled onto her skin, his voice breathy between kisses, “Don’t do that to me, sweetheart, not unless you really want it”

She blushed again, looking up at him with doe eyes.

He moved forward, pressing her up against the desk behind her. A small whimper escaped her lips as she felt his hard cock in his pants. She’d imagined what Tony would feel like for a long time but she never expected him to be so big. Her cheeks heated. She reached a timid hand forward, resting it on his taut chest.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, concern crossing his eyes in a flash.

“Uh-uh,” she murmured, pulling him closer by the tie he was wearing.

“Do you feel comfortable?”

She nodded. He then leaned down, his lips returning to her neck, sucking more roughly now on the skin.

“I want you to feel safe with me Y/n” he then stated plainly, “More than anything I want you to enjoy yourself on your own terms, not mine…do you understand”

She nodded again.

“Can you use your words sweetheart?”

“Yes”

“Good girl”

She felt her pussy become slick at his comment. Y/n leaned forward this time, enjoying his soft lips, tasting his minty tongue with hers. She then began to kiss down his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys above the collar of his white button-down. She then began to lower herself to her knees in front of him, ready to please. He grabbed her by the wrist quickly before chuckling to himself darkly.

“I don’t know what kind of men you’re used to fucking Y/n but I’m gonna make you scream my name before you even see my cock”

Her eyes widened.

“Get on the table” he commanded, suddenly more dominant than soft.

She slid onto the glass surface and spread her legs wide for him to see, the fabric of her skirt riding up her legs. Tony pushed the material higher until it bunched around her waist, leaving her in her soaking panties and knee-high stockings.

“Fuck” he cursed, “You’re so wet for me, huh sweetheart?”

“Mm-hm” she nodded sweetly.

Tony shrugged his suit jacket off and then rolled up the sleeves of his white pressed shirt before pushing her legs even further apart, the veins on his forearms practically bulging out of his skin. He then tucked his thumbs under the edge of her panties, pulling them off her in one quick motion.

“Can I taste you?” He growled a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Yes, Tony please” she returned, whimpering.

“Tony?” He asked, hinting at what she’d suspected he wanted.

“Please Daddy” she amended, looking directly into his brown eyes that were now stormy with lust.

He pulled her to the edge of the desk by her hips with his strong hands before placing a gentle kiss on her clit, making her gasp. She leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs even wider, settling in as he began to please her. He traced his tongue in slow circles around her clit, making her pussy tingle and her hips buck left and right with sensitivity.

“Relax” he commanded, breaking away from her, making her whine.

And so Y/n did, she sat there, fighting against her body’s natural instinct to tense up and draw pleasure nearer and nearer. She obeyed Tony’s command, letting his slow, teasing tongue bring her closer to the edge of her orgasm with every second that ticked by. Tony was building her orgasm like an architect, he was completely in control. His hands rested on her thighs, gripping them tightly while spreading her legs apart he continued, lapping and kissing at her clit, making the tension build.

“Fuck” she sighed, intertwining his hands in his slightly greying, chestnut hair.

As she relaxed into the feeling she lay back on the glass desk, the heat of her body making the cool surface fog slightly. Her back arched upward, making a perfect arc, as he continued to please her.

“Daddy” she whimpered aloud, making him smirk against her.

Tony licked and licked and licked until she could feel the familiar feeling of her orgasm rising up within her.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“ her breath hitched.

Then, she came undone beneath his tongue, the tight coils within her releasing. Her eyebrows came together as the feeling overwhelmed her body, causing her to gasp for air and her chest to heave.

As she came down from her high she noticed Tony was a bit out of breath as well.

“Don’t overexert yourself old man” she chuckled playfully.

Tony practically gaped at her, shocked at her comment. His offended look only made her laugh harder. Tony grabbed her by the waist, pulling her forward off the desk, before flipping her around. She could feel his hard cock bulging in his pants up against her bare ass.

“What’s so funny?” he purred darkly in her ear.

“Nothing Daddy” she shook her head, “I’m sorry”

He hummed thoughtfully, “How sorry?”

“Very sorry Daddy”

“See Y/n” he huffed, “I don’t think you’re sorry enough”

SMACK

His strong hand came down on her ass cheek, making the skin tingle.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

“I’m sorry Daddy” Y/n whimpered, a tear escaping her eye at the intensity of the pain, “I promise I’m sorry”

“Yeah?”

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

She cried out, practically sobbing as he continued to spank her until her ass was reddened and sore. She almost wept when Tony stopped, rubbing his hands gently over the tender skin, calming her down.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you now?”

“Yes Daddy” she whimpered, “Please”

Tony slid into her wet pussy, groaning at how tight she was.

“Shit” he bit out before running his hands up the curve of her spine and into her hair, pulling on it so that her back arched even more.

He warmed her up, pumping in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. She reached forward, gripping onto the edge of the hard surface, while he fucked into her.

“You think it’s okay to laugh at me” he growled.

THRUST

“To make fun of my age”

THRUST. Y/n whimpered. He pulled her hair back rough, bringing her body up off of the surface of the desk and in line with his front.

THRUST

“Let me ask you this Y/n…” she could practically hear his smirk, “Has anyone younger than me ever fucked you like this before?”

“Tony…” She whined, her pussy practically begging for him to fuck her harder, “Please—I’m sorry—please just fuck me”

He threw her body back down onto the desk silently before beginning to thrust into her at a pace so fast and so hard that she cried out, loving the mix of pain and pleasure.

“You like that huh? You little slut” He jested, “You like how it feels when your Daddy fucks you hard like this?”

“Mm,” she nodded, moaning out the syllable.

His strong hand roughly pressed her face down onto the glass desk as he leaned forward over her while continuing to thrust in and out of her already sore pussy.

“Use your words” he commanded angrily.

“Yes Daddy” she mewled, her words bordering on incoherent, “It feels good—so good”

“That’s right sweetheart”

He then wrapped a hand around her front, putting his salvia-slicked fingers on her clit as he kept thrusting into her and she melted beneath him, moaning loudly.

“That feel nice?”

“Yes, mmh yes” was all she could utter quietly in response, she was so blissed out on the feeling.

He kissed the skin behind her ear as his hips ground into her tight pussy, feeding off of every whimper and moan that left her lips. Soon the combined feeling of her clit being pleased and Tony fucking into her so deeply was too much for her body to take.

“Oh I’m cumming” she announced, scrunching her nose and closing her eyes.

“Fuck” he groaned, his neck visibly strained as she tightened around him, before commanding, “Cum for me”

She let out an animalistic groan as her body loosened around his cock, practically liquifying. She slid her hands forward, gripping her only support, the edge of the desk. Seconds later, she felt Tony release within her, his ropes of cum spilling down the insides of her bare thighs.

Tony pulled himself out of her and immediately reached for the box of tissues that sat on his now messy desk, wiping her up. When he’d finished she turned, surveying his heaving chest and reddened cheeks.

“What would you do” she started, smiling cheekily, “If I made another old man joke?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes before pressing back up against her.

“Make yourself comfortable” he replied, smiling.

She easily made her way to his couch, sitting down.

For a while they sat, chatting easily, flowing through a casual conversation. Eventually, Y/n gathered the confidence to tell Matt what she’d really been thinking about.

“Matt” she blushed before admitting, “I really like you”

“Yeah I know” he chuckled before leaning in smoothly and kissing her.

She kissed him back, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth and dance around hers. In a minute he broke away from their kiss, pulling back to say:

“I like you too you know”

Y/n smiled before leaning into him and kissing his soft lips again and again and again until their lips were red and their cheeks were flushed with heat.

“Bedroom” Y/n whispered feverishly, pulling him up with her.

He dragged her by the hand through the sliding doors and into his bedroom which was as immaculate as the rest of his apartment. Matt stopped in front of the bed, turning to her. Y/n could barely contain herself, all she knew is she wanted him naked and she wanted him now.

“Please take your shirt off,” she asked, chuckling slightly at her own boldness.

More aggressively than she expected Matt ripped his white button-down open, the small buttons scattering all over the room. Y/n slid the shirt off his shoulders, admiring his fit figure illuminated by the glaring neon light. She squished herself up against him, feeling the ridges of his abs and the peaks and valleys of his strong chest.

Matt then slid his hand gingerly around her throat, squeezing it as he leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Their kisses deepened, becoming more passionate by the second. He growled as she pressed herself up to meet his body, arching her back, her front making contact with his hard cock in his pants.

He fell to his knees in front of her, lifting up the hem of her shirt and sucking on the skin of her lower abdomen, leaving a soft purple mark, before looking up and meeting her eye.

“May I?” He questioned.

“Matt-“ she started.

Immediately sensing her discomfort he got back up and took her head in his hands.

“We don’t have to do anything sweetheart” he stated, “I’m sorry if I pressured you”

“No no you didn’t” her words stumbled, “It’s just that…”

“Just that what?”

“Well” she blushed, “I’ve never been eaten out before…my past partners weren’t into it”

“They weren’t into what?” Matt growled, his tone immediately turning thunderous, “They didn’t think it was their job to please their goddamn girlfriend?”

“I suppose not” she shrugged, taken aback slightly by his angry demeanour, “I didn’t really think anything of it”

“For fuck’s sake” he barked through gritted teeth before leaning down and lowering his voice, “I’m going to teach those bastards a lesson Y/n but first I’m going to show you what it feels like to be pleased”

Y/n flushed.

“Matt you don’t have to-“

“Shh shh” he interrupted her rambling, “Tell me Y/n, do you want my tongue on your pussy?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, turned on by just his lustful tone.

“Then that’s what you’ll get sweetheart”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Y/n” he grinned down at her, “Trust me I want to taste you”

With that Matt laid Y/n back onto his bed, slipping her over the silk sheets. She began to undress herself with his help, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling off her skirt, letting him throw each item far across the room.

When she was finally left in just her bra and panties he licked his lips.

“You wore this lingerie for me, sweetheart?” He questioned, hands running over the bumpy lace pattern that barely covered her breasts.

“Yes,” she whispered back.

“You knew I was going take you home and fuck you huh?” He chuckled, “Such a fucking slut”

“Matt” she whined, turned on by his degrading words, “I need you”

His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed, cold skin causing her nipples to pebble beneath the fabric. He placed a kiss between them before slinking down her body, leaving a trail of hickeys as he went until he reached her clothed pussy.

“Mm” she moaned as he sucked on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before softly murmuring, “Please”

That was all Matt needed. He ripped her panties off her revealing her soaking pussy. His finger slid up her slit, coating itself in her wetness.

“Fuck” he groaned, his cock tightening at the fact that she was so wet just for him, “You’re making this so hard for me sweetheart”

“Oh I’m sorry” she mumbled, flushing.

“No, no” he hurried, realizing how she misunderstood, “It’s cause your sweet pussy is making my cock so hard”

She blushed at his boldness.

“You’re sure you want to?” She questioned one last time.

“Oh I’m sure” he smirked.

He then leant down and placed a soft kiss on her clit making her hips buck towards his mouth in response.

“Do you like that sweetheart?” he asked with a genuine curiosity, backing off her clit, instead, swirling his wet fingers teasingly around her sensitivity.

“Fuck…” she groaned, arching her back up off the mattress, “Yes”

“Good” he smirked before returning his godly mouth to her aching pussy.

Matt pleased her with his tongue in a way that she quite literally had never felt before. He started by wetting her surface with the flat of his tongue before he really began swirling tight circles around her clit.

She caved early on, gripping her hands in his fluffy brown hair, bringing him as close as possible to her. She hadn’t known that someone’s tongue on her could feel this good. The feeling was as good as sex, maybe even better.

Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily, heat rising up within her. Matt ate her out like he couldn’t stop himself if he tried, desperately devouring her, running his tongue around and around her sensitive clit.

“I think I’m gonna cum” she moaned eventually, throwing her head back as Matt continued to attack her pussy with his tongue.

As the feeling burst within her he didn’t let up, allowing her to ride out her orgasm on his face, her hips rocking up and down and her legs trembling from the pleasure of each movement.

“Thank you, thank you” she breathed after her orgasm finished.

“You’re welcome sweetheart” he chuckled before adding, “But we’re not done yet”

Matt slunk up her body, peppering kisses along her warm skin, his tongue running over the sensitive places where he’d left purple marks earlier.

“I wanna hear you beg for it,” he said darkly, his voice dripping with lust.

“Please Matty give it to me” she whined, her body twitching in anticipation, “I need your cock in me so bad”

“Oh yeah?” He teased, leaning down and sucking on her neck, leaving another purple bruise behind.

“Yes,” she breathed, practically crying out for him.

Matt reached down and palmed his cock, holding it at the base as he lined himself up with her hole. He groaned as he slid the tip in, coating it with her wetness, teasing them both.

“Fuck Y/n” he chuckled darkly, “Your pussy’s going to make me cum and I’m not fully in it yet”

Y/n blushed.

“Please Matty” she whimpered, pulling his hips toward her, desperate for him.

Matt slid himself further into her pussy, his head tilting back and his breath quickening as he did. She squeezed herself around him, bringing him deeper into her warmth causing him to grunt.

When he regained his focus he bent forward, his body covering hers, and began to thrust. As he pressed into her, Y/n’s stomach fluttered with pleasure. She whimpered his name, moving her hands from his hips, sliding them up his strong back, her fingers lingering slightly over his many scars.

Matt quickly fell into a pleasurable rhythm, slamming into her pussy at an incredibly fast speed. Y/n’s body shook, moving up and down on the mattress as he rocked in and out of her tight pussy.

“Rub your clit sweetheart” he then commanded.

Y/n complied, her fingers beginning to move across the saliva-slicked surface as if they were scratching the itchiest itch. He grunted at how her pussy immediately tightened up even more around his cock. His thrusts slowed for a second as he adjusted but in a second he was back to snapping his hips against her skin at full speed.

Y/n’s toes curled as he continued to fuck into her while she rubbed her clit. The two sensations made a warmth begin to rise up within her.

“Oh, Matt” she whined at the feeling, throwing her head back and breathing heavily.

When her orgasm came it was the biggest she’d ever had. It came up through her body like a dam bursting, flowing its contents into an unsuspecting river. It then pulsed inside her and through her clit, causing her to moan loudly.

“Matt, Matt, MATT” she groaned as she came, her legs twitching and tensing at the same time.

Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her body. Soon, she could feel Matt cumming too. His cum spilled out the tip of his cock and into her warm pussy.

“Fuck” she breathed when the feeling had finally dissipated and he had slowed his thrusts.

Startled, but turned on, he nodded down at Y/n, indicating that she could proceed. She slowly undid his belt, sliding it out of the loops, dropping it on the floor once she’d unbuckled it as Matt continued on the phone call.

“Yes Mrs. Jones” he growled, one hand cupping the side of Y/n’s face, “Please send that paperwork over to us at your earliest convenience”

Soon Y/n had Matt’s hard cock exposed. He breathed in sharply as she gently sucked on the tip, placing a kiss on his head.

“What?” He groaned into the phone, “Oh no I’m okay Mrs. Jones - actually can I call you back?”

Y/n spat on her hands, rubbing them together before beginning to stroke Matt. As she did this she kept her mouth around his tip, swirling her tongue in a circular motion over the sensitive head.

“Sweetheart” Matt ran a hand through Y/n’s hair, moaning lightly, “What do you think are you doing?”

“Sucking you off?” She replied innocently before returning to his cock and slurping.

“You don’t say?” he groaned, as she hollowed her cheeks, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Y/n continued from there, Matt’s hands tangling in her hair, helping her bob up and down on his cock. She loved every little sound he made, even if they were quiet, each groan and whimper made her feel powerful.

“Such a good girl Y/n” he moaned quietly, trying to keep his voice down.

She then began to pick up speed, sucking up and down roughly causing saliva to drip out her mouth and down onto his cock, mixing with his pre-cum. As she did this she used her hands to satisfy his base where her mouth couldn’t reach due to his incredible size.

“Fuck” Matt swore as he approached his orgasm.

Soon, he came, leaning his head back as ropes of salty, white cum coated Y/n’s throat. She slurped up his shaft, savouring his taste before detaching herself from him and standing up.

“Your turn” he grunted, leaning back in his wooden desk chair causing the hinges to squeak before commanding, “Get on the table”

Y/n obeyed, first sliding off her skirt and then climbing up onto Matt’s tidy wooden desk. For a minute he sat in his chair, legs spread apart in a manly stance that drove Y/n wild. It was as if he was contemplating exactly how he wanted to please her. When he finally did lean forward he placed two hands on her outer thighs, rubbing them from her knees to the side of her ass cheeks. His cold hands made the hairs on her legs stand up.

“Can I touch you?” He questioned, stormy eyes covered by his red shades.

“Please” she breathed in response causing him to smirk.

He reached out, rubbing his hand up and down her clothed pussy, making her breath hitch every time his fingers ran over her clit. After Y/n had quickly nodded in response to Matt whispering, “do you want more?” He slipped his hand into her panties, tracing a line up from her entrance to her clit.

“So wet for me sweetheart” Matt growled, completely turned on himself by her arousal.

Y/n whined, thrusting her hips up to meet Matt’s now wet fingers.

“Tell me what you want Y/n…” he commanded gently.

“I want your tongue” she whined in response causing him to smile cockily, “I don’t care, I don’t care I want it on me now”

Matt pulled her panties off in one quick motion making the cool air blowing through the office hit her warm, wet pussy. He leaned back in his chair with legs spread apart, looking cocky as ever.

“Look at you sweetheart” he cooed, “So wet for me”

She nodded, grabbing his face and pulling it close to her pussy, attempting to convey her crazed and desperate need for his tongue on her throbbing clit. Now. Right now.

“Please Matty,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible, “Please”

Matt grinned before leaning forward and planting a kiss on her warm inner thigh. And then another higher up. And another one a bit closer until he was right in front of her pussy.

Matt reared his head back slightly before spitting directly onto Y/n’s pussy, wetting her clit. He then stroked it, tracing circular patterns around the sensitive area with his finger.

“Stop teasing me” she glared, whimpering at the feeling, “Oh-“

Matt responded to her bratty comment by beginning to please her exactly how he knew she liked it. He ran fast circles around her clit with his agile tongue until she felt practically hypnotized by his motions.

“Shit” she moaned, causing him to smirk.

He continued like this until she began to grow more and more sensitive. When she was close to her orgasm he switched his technique. His fingers slipped back and forth quickly over her clit as his tongue went further down, curling up and down just inside her entrance, licking up like she was the tastiest dessert. Her toes curled at the feeling as she lay back on the hard, wooden desk.

“Oh Matt” she whimpered, throwing her head back as the familiar feeling of an orgasm continued to rise up within her, “Oh oh OH”

She gritted her teeth, trying her best to quiet her moans as Matt pleased her through the waves of her orgasm. She felt it from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit. Matt was making every part of her feel good.

“Matty” she begged once she’d caught her breath, “I need you in me”

“Alright Y/n” he nodded, slightly out of breath himself, “Alright”

Her hole was wet, covered in a mix of his saliva and her sticky cum, ready for him.

He flipped her around so that her stomach pressed into the wooden surface of his desk and her ass was exposed for him. He slid into her and began to thrust which coaxed a moan quickly from her lips and made butterflies stir immediately in her belly. Matt instantly snaked his arm around her front and clamped his large hand over her mouth, stopping his thrusts.

“Quiet sweetheart” he whispered in her ear from behind.

She whined, pressing her ass back onto him, desperate for the building pleasure that had just come to a screeching halt.

“If you want me to keep going,” he said plainly, in a dominant tone, “You’re gonna have to be a good girl and keep your mouth shut for me”

She nodded.

“I want to hear you say it” he commanded, “Can you be good for me?”.

“Yes…I can” she whispered back solemnly.

And so Matt picked up his pace, going slowly at first before getting right back where he had left off, slamming into her. His strong hands made their way up her back before reaching her ponytail and tugging roughly on it making her back arch. As he pulled her hair his cock went deeper and deeper into her until he was pressing so far into her that her eyes rolled back.

“Fuck” she let out a low whisper as Matt continued to please her.

As he fucked her, she slicked her fingers with her spit before sliding them down to meet her clit. She sighed at the feeling, the combination of Matt fucking her and her clit being stimulated was always exactly what she needed.

“Matt” she whimpered, “I’m close, so close”

“Me too sweetheart” he whispered, leaning down and kissing the tip of her ear.

With each gentle thrust, not too fast, not too slow, paired with her own slippery fingers on her clit, she got closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck fuck” she groaned, keeping as quiet as she could as her legs shook.

After she’d cum he continued, now thrusting at an incredibly fast speed, slamming relentlessly in and out of her overly sensitive pussy, egged on by her breathy moans and quiet whimpers of his name. He thrust into her like this, reaching around and roughly rubbing her clit as he did, until they both approached their second orgasms. This time, as she came, Y/n’s insides squeezed around Matt’s cock as if she never wanted him to go, her body silently begging him for more, more, more.

Tears threatened her eyes, water pooling causing her mascara to run, stinging them. She blinked rapidly clearly the salty liquid, a single tear escaping, running down her cheek.

Matt pulled out, chest heaving before flipping her back around, his eyes widening as he noticed her tears.

“Did I hurt you?” He questioned seriously.

“No no” she laughed quietly, “They’re tears of joy I promise”

Matt kissed her cheeks gently, one at a time, before wiping away her tear and runny mascara. He then grabbed her skirt and panties from the floor handing them to her, somehow blushing at that despite what they’d just done.

They started chatting after they’d finished and soon they were stumbling out of Matt’s office to grab some coffee when a voice interrupted them:

“Eh hem” coughed Foggy pointedly, eyes squinting critically at the two of them, “You better have not been doing what I think you were in there”

“What did you think we were doing Foggy?” Y/n questioned innocently, despite how she must have looked with her smudged makeup and no-doubt messy hair.

“Yeah, tell us Foggy?” Matt added, eyes crinkling with an amused grin.

Foggy stammered as he blushed, causing Matt, Y/n and Karen to all chuckle.