18+ thinking about subby pope receiving a handy <3
fem! reader, mdni. 0.8k words. sub pope, oral fem receiving, usage of ‘mama’ once, edging, crying, handjob, popes a whining mess, porn no plot.
pope cody who moved with predatory stillness, stepping into rooms all broad shouldered and unblinking. casting a shadow of uneasiness that nipped at his ankles, following him always. craig joked that he was like your guard dog, gaze tracking every small shift, literally ready to pounce at any moment.
everyone assumed he was the same in the bedroom. they were gravely mistaken.
poor pope, literally crying into your cunt, lazily lapping at your clit. fat tears streaking down his cheeks, mixing with your juices and coating his chin. he was pawing at your thighs, squishing the plump skin, spreading you open wider for him.
“feels so good… doing so good, andy.” you whined, back dipping off the bed in a near pornographic arch.
and god, the glassy eyes and furrowed brows. he genuinely was looking up at you to make sure he was doing good, like he had no idea how fucking good he felt licking you open. you couldn’t help but coo looking down at him, your fingers carding through his curls.
he was whimpering into your core, desperately humping his hard cock into the mattress. pope relished in your moans, pre cum drooling from his shaft, making his boxers all sticky. :((
it literally takes an army to get pope to stop suckling on you. he’d gave you a few sloppy kisses on your puffy folds before reluctantly parting with her.
you finally managed to get him off you, and slumped against the headboard. your nails were slowly scraping down his chest, finally disappearing into his boxers.
his hips jerked up. gaze searching yours, giving you those sad puppy eyes when you wrapped a hand around his length. he hissed, trying his best still the upward bucks of his pelvis, taking every ounce of his strength not to fuck into your fist right then and there.
“oh, fu—huck. i’m—hm not gonna last.” he whines as you begin to stroke him. he was drawing his bottom lip into his mouth to stifle his moans, biting down hard enough to taste blood.
“awh… that’s okay, honey. i’ll make it last, huh?” you croon, twisting your fist as you tug him, squeezing tightly at the base of his length. you find a slow pace, drawing it out as much as possible.
you bring your free hand up to his mouth, cupping your palm right under his chin. “spit.”
he complies almost instantly. keeping direct eye contact as he musters up enough saliva to spit out directly into your palm. your hand finally finds his cock again, smearing the newfound wetness all over his angry tip.
“ah—oh god… fu—fuck.” he’s hiccuping now, withering against the sheets, knuckles white as he grips fistfuls of the comforter. eyes rolling back, chest heaving with each shaky breath as tears slip down the apples of his cheeks.
“i can’t—ah… gonna cum,” you see it—the way the muscle of his thighs jump, abdomen tightening and balls contracting, desperately ready to bust.
you gave one final tug, stopping to squeeze the base of his cock as pope hopelessly bucked his hips into the air, cock springing around trying to find any sort of friction. “no, nooo…” he sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.
slowly, his breathing began to even out, the ruined orgasm melting away as the muscles in his body began to finally relax again. your hand left his cock and he gasped, dick slapping back against his stomach.
pope sniffed, forcing his eyes open to see you—the sight alone almost had him cumming untouched. you were crooning at him, because he was just so sweet and needy! it wasn’t his fault! :(
your fingers slowly ascended up his knee, palm gently traveling up his leg until your skin was softly rubbing against his inner thigh. he jerked hard—cock twitching painfully as your skin finally came so close to where he needed you the most.
“please, mama… need it so bad.” he’s sniffling, and how could you ever deny him?!
“oh, i know… jus’ need me to take care of you, huh? that it, honey?” he’s nodding along with you—but to be fair you think he’d agree to anything you said right now.
your hand gripped around his cock again, popes head instantly fell back against the bed frame with a choked moan. you found a pace that had him squirming against the sheets, this time swiping a thumb over the tip of his aching cock—earning you a pathetic whimper.
it didn’t take long for his orgasm to creep up again, he was a wailing mess, mumbling words almost incoherently through whines.
“oh my god—thank you, thank you… uhhhh… so good t’me,” pope fucked his cock harder into your fist as he came. spurting thick ropes of cum all over his stomach, your hand and even his thighs.
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college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:
thighs.
thighs???
fucking thighs.
and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...
later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.
armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”
his brain short circuits.
he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”
you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.
you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.
he swallows.
don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.
and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.
you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.
you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.
you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.
armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.
you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.
he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.
you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.
his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?
and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.
your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.
“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”
he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.
your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.
he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.
he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.
his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—
“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.
“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.
“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.
you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.
“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.
you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.
“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”
you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”
and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"
his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.
but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.
the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.
your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.
his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.
“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”
you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”
his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.
his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.
you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”
he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.
your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.
the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn’t mean to let it out.
“wha—n-no, no, please—”
“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”
you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.
“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”
you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.
“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.
and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.
link is flushed all the way up to his ears when you tug him down onto the bed with you, his hair sticking to his cheek from the sweat he’s worked up earlier. he looks like he’s waiting for you to say something, like he’s bracing for a demand, but you just pat your thigh and pull him close.
he’s already hard when you slide his trousers off — thin and twitchy, a soft pinkish tip that’s leaking more than he probably realises. not huge, not intimidating, just…him. perfect in a way that makes your mouth water because it fits you so well every single time. it’s the kind of cock you can get addicted to, small enough to press deep without hurting, but stiff enough to make your toes curl when he moves just right.
but tonight, you don’t want him to move at all.
you guide him in, slow, sinking down onto him until you feel the weight of him snug inside you. link’s jaw goes slack, a sound spilling from his lips that he tries to swallow down, and you shush him with a hand on his chest. he’s so warm inside, filling you in a way that makes your belly thrum with need, but instead of riding him like he expects, you just stay there, shifting until he’s seated all the way.
his eyes fly open, blue and panicked. “y-you’re not—?”
“shh,” you murmur, stroking over his ribs. “just wanna keep you in me. nice and full.”
the poor boy trembles. his cock twitches inside, leaking, every throb making your walls flutter around him. he’s sensitive, always so sensitive, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to buck his hips.
you nuzzle into his neck, lips brushing his pulse. “you feel so good, link. small and perfect, keeping me stretched juust right.”
he whines at that, biting down on his lip. your cunt clenches around him lazily, not even fucking, just holding. your warmth swallows him whole, sticky and tight, and his hands fist the sheets because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
time stretches out like this — link buried inside, his cock twitching helplessly while you breathe against his throat, your thighs hooked around his hips to keep him caged. the intimacy of it has him melting, shaking from restraint, little gasps slipping out every time you squeeze around him without warning.
“you like being my plug, hm?” you tease quietly, voice soft and mocking all at once. “just sitting here, letting me keep you inside like this.”
his whimper is muffled against your hair, but his cock gives you the answer for him. he loves it. loves being used like this, even if it’s just to keep you full and satisfied.
and gods, the longer you stay stuffed with him, the more your body hums with a lazy heat — like his small, pink cock was meant to be in you forever.
could you pleaseeee do one where reader uses his tie as a leash and makes him crawl whilst naked 😖😖😖 SORRY
a/n: YES YES YESSS
I'LL FOLLOW YOU
warnings: gn!reader, soft dom!reader, sub!nanami, light choking, pet play, subspace, pet names, light handjob
nanami kento was a simple man. he grew tired from always being strong and in control during his day work, leading him to crave someone taking control. it helped him relax when someone was making all the decisions for him. when someone was telling him what to do and taking control of his very being, he let his brain turn off.
right now, he was kneeling on the floor beside your desk, his head leaning against your thigh as he stared off into nothing. not thinking, not staring at anything in particular, nanami was just sitting there naked, on a cushion for his legs. your hand absentmindedly pet his hair, carding your fingers through it as you finished filling out some paperwork from a recent mission.
every now and then, your eyes would flicker back down at your handsome darling, at the way his yellow and black-dotted tie sat snuggly around his neck. a leash for your sweet puppy. he was such a smart man, but like this, he'd be dumber than bricks without your guidance.
"do you want to go to bed, darling?" you asked, sliding whatever was left of the paperwork away. it could wait another night. right now, you had better things to take care of. your hand slid down to the side of his face gently as you awaited his reply, carefully removing his glasses from his face to let him slide further into his space of dependancy on you.
"kentooo..." you cooed softly when he didn’t reply after a beat, gently urging him to look up at you with those glazed over, foggy eyes. when those brown orbs did land on you, he exhaled through his nose, relaxing more like the reminder you were there helped him. "hi darling. you ready to go to bed?"
the man kneeling at your feet nodded at you, blinking slowly with his lips slightly parted. he sat up straighter as you stood up from your chair, no longer using your thighs as a pillow. instead, you stepped around to his side, taking the end of his tie in your hand.
"come on, puppy. let's go to bed." you tell him, your voice a soft, soothing bandaid on all of his day's stresses. he slowly moves onto all fours, his knees sliding off the cushion as he begins to crawl, following your steps as you hold his leash loosely in your fist.
nanami, arches his back slightly--even though you're not looking--for the sole reason that even in his foggy mind, he knows you like it. he knows you like seeing his bare body, all yours, positioned like your little pet that he was more than happy to be. he knows how you like watching him crawl with his legs a little more spread than they should be.
the sorcerer also knows he loves the feeling of you guiding him on something as simple as where to go in his own house, that he equally knows the layout of. the way you glance back at him with a loving smile, kissing the air at him before turning back to watching where you're going, your hand pulling his leash ever so slightly to bring him closer to you, makes him nearly melt on the spot. one day, he would dissolve into a puddle of your affections and his adoration for you. he knew it in his soul.
as you entered your bedroom, your hand wrapped tighter around his tie, cutting off his air supply ever so slightly - enough to make his breath hitch and come out a little ragged. you pull a little tighter, making him choke quietly before looking up at you with watery, teary eyes. his gaze is blurry from his glasses being gone, but he can still see your eyes roaming his body, gaging his reaction.
when he whimpers softly, you tighten it more just for a second before loosening his tie again. giving him a head rush you know he loves.
"up here, puppy." she ordered softly, patting the bed and moving a hand to his ass to help him climb up. even on the bed, nanami doesn't lay down until you do first. he sits there, his legs curled beneath him and his hands on the pillow, watching you round the bed to your side. his eyes don’t leave you for a second even as you sit down. when you do lay down, you pull his leash gently to urge him down on top of you - which he easily complies to.
your hand loosely wraps around his half-hard dick, making him whine softly and cuddle closer into your side. you can feel how shivers wrack up his body and pull the blanket over the two of you with your free hand.
"shhh, my sweet darling. i'll take care of you. you behaved so well today." you praise, even though nanami was always incredibly obedient. you'd think it would kill him to go against something you wanted him to do. your hand gently moved up and down his dick, caressing it and gliding your thumb over the tip as it swelled to full hardness, leaking small beads of pre-cum.
"thank you." he whispers against your neck, always so utterly grateful for your care, your attention, and your touches. you were the only one who knew how to properly take care of him, he was sure of it.
your free hand wrapped around his tie again, pulling him closer for you to push your lips against his. the motion succeeded in silencing his thoughts and, in turn, making him cuddle closer against you like a needy puppy instead of the big, strong, smart, sorcerer he was.
what would he do without you there to take care of him?
a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to request again if it wasn't your cup of tea :) what a high it is to get requests. (p.s. what do we think about the dividers? 🤔)
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You woke to the feel of the house vibrating from the door being slammed. Not quite but enough to jolt you awake. It was eight in the morning. The usual time you would wake up on a Sunday morning—but not from the sound of a slamming door and some grunting.
Quickly, you slipped on some warmer clothes and went out into the living room. The cold floor against your feet sending chills through your body. It was dark with the curtains on every window blocking out most of the sun, creating an even colder atmosphere. The first thing that caught your eye though was Remmick’s figure towering over the sink in the kitchen. He turned around hastily once he heard your footsteps. “Oh, good morning. Sorry to wake ye.” His voice softened, like he was trying to coat it from sounding harsh.
You meandered over to the curtains, opening them enough to get some light inside. Taking a seat at the table in the middle of the kitchen, and rubbing your face a bit—still trying to wake up. “This is when I get up anyway,” your voice gentle but still laced with some annoyance. Remmick walked over behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them softly. You put your hand on his and dismissingly patted it twice before getting up, “I need to get ready.”
Remmick groaned in frustration as you disappeared down the hallway and into your room. While you opened the creaky drawer your mind wandered to how you got here to begin with. The night you ran into Remmick, the frightened feeling and his mischievous grin like he knew exactly where this would end up.
It took him a while to persuade you to keep him as your own in your house but eventually his begging got somewhat insufferable so you let him. You tried to hate it but there’s something about his charming demeanor that sort of captivates you. Maybe he just likes to play nice but either way you don’t let yourself get attached to him or anything.
He always claims you were his savior that night which you believe to be a bunch of nonsense but even as much as you try to make yourself be against him, you can’t. Sometimes his company isn’t so bad. Kind of like a guilty pleasure of yours, especially considering you’re going against the church and the town people’s beliefs about him.
But he’s actually quite harmless. Towards you at least. No one else would believe that, so he’s your little secret. And you put on a persona that tells him you’re unbreakable and you have control of yourself but in all honesty, you know you’d crumble to the ground at his knees if he really asked you to.
You finished getting ready, running your hands over the material of your dress as you pierced a look in the mirror before leaving the room. Walking out and back into the living room area, you found Remmick now draped over the couch. A bit sprawled out. Not paying any mind, you grabbed your things and went straight towards the door.
“I’m off, be back la—” you’re suddenly cut off by Remmick’s voice. “Oi, c’mere.” He declares. Letting out a sigh, you tread over to him. Taking your hand without permission nor second thought, he kisses it gently. “Be good,” he said sternly with a slight grin. Pulling away, you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes even though you wanted to. “You’re the one that needs to be good. Don’t get any bright ideas while I’m gone, mister.”
“Yes ma’am,” Remmick says in a mockingly sarcastic tone. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile as you squinted your eyes, turning around and leaving without a trace or any last words.
Church wasn’t any different. Same old, same old. It felt like any regular Sunday. The pastor would speak, you’d all pray, the pastor would speak a bit more and that was that. But there was something that was different about today. It didn’t feel as refreshing as usual. Like there was something missing. You tried to not let it get to you though.
Once arriving back home, you open the door. Remmick was nowhere to be found at first sight. Putting down your stuff, you got yourself some water. Taking a sip and by the time you turned around Remmick finally spawned out of thin air, your body jumping a little. He didn’t speak.
“Where were you?” You asked bluntly. “Yer room,” he responded plainly. Like he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Your brows furrowed by nature, “What were you doing in there?” Remmick looked up at the ceiling, scratching at the stubble of his beard. “Nothin’. Just scoping,” his voice sincere sounding as he moseyed over to the couch and sat down as if he didn’t have anything to admit to.
It was a little strange but that was Remmick’s whole thing anyway so you didn’t question any further. “I’m going to change,” you said without expecting a response, gathering your things and fading into your room once again. Nothing seemed to be moved or touched. Maybe he really was just looking around. Nothing else.
After changing into something more neutral, you went back into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, the cold air hit your skin, sending a shiver through you. The orange juice was getting low and you were out of eggs. Groaning, you closed the refrigerator. You happened to not be the only one groaning though.
Turning around, you see Remmick sitting on the couch like before but he’s now got his head leaned all the way back and his hands are antsy. You can’t figure out what’s going on until your eyes catch the bulge in his pants. You gasp to yourself, not loud enough for him to hear. Like it might get you in trouble. The last thing you want is to draw attention towards him and the fact you noticed.
One thing that’s never happened between you and Remmick is anything sexual. It’s hard to believe but it’s true. You always kept a strict rule that just because he was lounging around in your place didn’t mean he got permission to bring his hornyness into all of it. Sometimes he’d jokingly ask but even if you denied he’d let it go.
The prompt outline of his pulsating dick though was hard to not stare at. Keeping your cool, you stepped a little closer in his direction. “I might go out to get some things for breakfast.” Your voice was clear, but your eyes kept wandering as much as you tried not to. Remmick groaned a little quieter than before, his eyes keeping their distance from yours. “Alright, sounds good.” His voice hoarsely let out, sounding almost out of breath.
To keep yourself from staring any longer, you quickly rushed yourself out of the room. But before you could get away just yet, Remmick’s voice could be heard as he croaked a yelp of “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks, hoping he wouldn’t mention what you thought he might. Stepping backward, Remmick came into vision again but he was finally looking at you.
His eyes desperate. Droplets of sweat on the side of his face as strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Fangs partially in view from his mouth being agape. Chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. And his dick begging to be dealt with.
You swallowed thickly, sweat forming on your palms. The room grew small, becoming hotter as you stepped forward. Never did Remmick ever make you feel as riled up as he did right now. Like you’re some wild animal who doesn’t know how to handle themselves.
“C’mere,” Remmick urged. Moving closer, he groaned lowly, “Sit.” His voice demanded. Taking a seat right next to him, you kept your eyes on him, trying to attend to what he was wanting. Remmick groaned lowly again. “Here.” he said, patting the middle of his lap. Your eyes widened. “Remmick, what is th—” you began. “Please,” he pleaded, cutting you off in the process.
You were hesitant but you did as he said. Getting up and sitting on his lap—facing away from him—he whimpered loudly. The bulge now pressed against your clothes core, you stopped yourself from letting out any sounds you’d regret. Remmick shuffled a bit under you as his hands found your hips. His chest suddenly got close, hovering close to your back. His hands sneaking further, locking around your waist to pull you closer. Your back now fully touching his chest.
Remmick got his face real close to yours, his mouth inching away from your neck. Inhaling the scent of your body, he worked his way up to your ear. “Ye ain’t never been so quick to do somethin’ like that.” He murmurs low and intimidating. “Think I know what it is,” one of his hands lifting the cross necklace from your skin as the other stays wrapped around your waist. His finger grazing the warm metal. “It ain’t workin’ no more,” he says. “But I know what will.”
You feel his cock twitch, a large gasp leaving your throat like you just had the wind knocked out of your lungs. Remmick got a firm grip on your hips again, beginning to grind you onto him. You moaned without thinking, his dick rutting harder into your clothed core.
Slowly, he slipped his hand underneath your shorts along with your panties. “I knew since the day ye came across me in those woods,” he whispered. His fingers rubbing gently on your clit. “Since ye gave me the opportunity to stay here.. with ye.”
You closed your eyes, trying to focus your mind on something else but the rutting of his dick, his fingers and his condescending words made it hard to. And he didn’t stop there. He kept traveling further down towards your heat, teasing the area. “Already so wet f’me,” he muttered.
“Wanna know what I was really doin’ in ye room love?” he murmurs unrighteously. You squirm, letting out a weak whiny “yes.” Remmick continued to tease further as he spoke, “I was fondling your panties against my dick. That’s what got me so worked up.” You let out a loud whimper, your thighs squeezing around his fingers. “That’s turnin’ ye on baby? I didn’t know ye were so filthy.”
Remmick’s voice thickened, “So now just admit it, sweetheart. We both know it’s true,” he exhorted as you whined. The friction between his cock and your core combined with his fingers becoming more powerful. Finally, you gasped, “Okay!” Remmick hummed lowly, brushing the hair by your neck out of the way. “Okay what, love? Gotta give me more than that.” He said corruptly, jerking his pelvis into you. You winced at the contact, becoming weaker by the second.
“It’s true,” you let out, your head falling backwards onto his shoulder. Swallowing hard, trying to coat your parched mouth. Remmick slips two of his fingers in, earning an audible moan from you as you arched your back. He lets his thumb rub your bud as his middle and ring finger work at you. “Atta girl. Knew ye had it in ye,” he praises as you fall apart underneath him.
“I’ll treat ye to somethin’ even better,” he says. You give a small hum in response, unable to speak. “Use yer words darlin’. It’s all yers if ye ask.” You whine, building up the ability to say anything. “What’s that?” Remmick grins sinfully. “Sit on my face,” he says immorally. Your breath hitches, the words catching you by complete surprise.
“..okay,” you say unsurely. Remmick pulls his hand out from your panties, the loss of contact making you moan softly. You weakly rotate yourself so you’re now facing Remmick. He slides downward a bit, his head now against the bottom of the cushion of the couch, helping him get a better angle.
You frailly crawl towards his face, your center finally hovering just above his mouth. His hot breath grazing your clit as he doesn’t waste another second before diving in, licking and suckling at the bundle of nerves like he’s been starving for it. You throw your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping gently at the locks. A rhythm begins before you, thrusting your hips deeper into his wet mouth.
“Just as sweet as I’d thought it’d be,” Remmick mutters underneath the musk of your slick. He keeps one hand steady on your thigh as he holds you down while his other hand maneuvers towards his still erect cock. Pulling it out from his boxers, the cold air hitting his reddened tip. He groans deeply as he begins to stroke himself, the vibrations from his mouth sending a buzzing sensation. You start to feel that knot twisting inside.
His mouth continues to work at you like a man starved as he strokes harder. You feel as you become closer and closer, the unraveling about to occur. “Rem..” you breathe. “I’m close.. so close,”
Remmick doesn’t stop, instead speeding up as his strokes match the pace. You can feel him groaning underneath you, driving you closer to the edge. “Fuck.. don’t stop!” You yell. Grinding against his face right as the knot in your stomach snaps and Remmick lets out one final groan, both of you finishing at the same time.
Slowly, you ride out the wave of your high as Remmick licks gently at your core, collecting anything spilling out of you. He lifts you up from his face with ease as he slides himself upward all in one. Both of you are sweaty and panting. Your eyes low with exhaustion, head falling forward against Remmick’s chest. He brushes your hair away from your face and mouth.
“That can’t ever happen again,” you say not very convincingly. Remmick grins, snickering to himself as he fondles your hair. “Wouldn’t hurt though,” he jokes. You smile tiredly against his chest. Remmick softly kisses your head, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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You’d noticed him the moment he moved into the apartment across the hall.
James Barnes. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a metal arm he kept tucked under long sleeves and a haunted look that made your chest ache. The building’s resident war hero, back from whatever fresh hell the government had put him through.
He was polite—painfully so. Always nodding when you passed in the hallway, murmuring a quiet “ma’am” that made you feel all of your years in the best possible way.
You were the divorced mom down the hall who spent weekends alone. A body that had softened, filled out, grown into itself—and a confidence that came with it.
Tonight, the power had gone out in the middle of a brutal summer storm.
Your place was the only one with a working generator hookup, so you knocked on his door with a flashlight in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
“Hey,” you said when he opened it, leaning against the frame in a thin tank top and cotton shorts. “You’re welcome to wait it out here. No sense sitting alone in the dark.”
Bucky hesitated, cheeks flushing under the stubble, but he followed you inside like a lost puppy.
Now the storm raged outside while candlelight flickered across your living room.
You sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, watching him. He perched on the edge of the armchair like he might bolt any second, metal fingers drumming against his thigh.
“You keep looking at me like I’m gonna bite,” you teased, sipping your drink.
His eyes flicked up, wide and uncertain. “You’re… you’re real pretty, is all. And I haven’t— I mean, it’s been a long time since I…”
Since he’d been with anyone.
You set your glass down and patted the space beside you.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
He obeyed immediately.
The couch dipped under his weight, heat radiating off him, rain clinging to his skin. You could smell it—clean, storm-soaked, mixed with something distinctly him.
You reached up slowly, giving him time to pull away, and cupped his jaw.
“Ever been with a woman who knows what she wants, Bucky?” you asked softly.
He shook his head, breath catching. “Not… not like this.”
“Good.”
Your smile was slow. Warm.
“Then let me show you.”
The kiss started soft. Just a press of lips.
He made a quiet, surprised sound, then melted.
His mouth opened under yours like he’d been starving for it, his hand coming to your waist, tentative at first, then firmer as you deepened the kiss. You guided him easily, letting him follow your lead, his shy little responses sending heat pooling low in your belly.
When you pulled back, his lips were swollen, his pupils blown wide.
“Bedroom?” you whispered.
He nodded so fast it almost made you laugh.
You took his hand and led him down the hall.
Your room glowed gold in candlelight.
You turned and pulled your tank top over your head.
His breath hitched.
Your breasts spilled free, heavy and soft, nipples already tightening in the cool air—and under the weight of his stare.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed, like you were something sacred.
“Touch me,” you said.
His hands shook as they came up to cup you, thumbs brushing over your nipples with reverent care. You arched into him with a soft moan, and that was what broke him.
He dropped his head, mouth finding your neck, then lower—kissing, mouthing, until he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked.
You threaded your fingers into his hair, holding him there.
“That’s it, baby… just like that.”
He groaned against your skin, the vibration shooting straight between your legs.
You could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants—thick, insistent against your thigh. Your hand dropped to palm him, and he jolted, hips jerking forward with a broken sound.
“Easy,” you murmured, stroking him slow. “We’ve got all night.”
You undressed him piece by piece, kissing every inch you revealed—scarred shoulder, metal plates, soft skin, the trail of hair leading down.
When his cock sprang free—heavy, flushed, already leaking—you exhaled softly.
“So pretty.”
You dropped to your knees.
“Wait— you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” you said simply, looking up at him. “Let me.”
The first swipe of your tongue had him swearing under his breath—something that sounded like Russian.
You took him deeper, working him slow and steady, hollowing your cheeks, your hand cupping his balls. His thighs trembled, metal hand hovering near your head, not touching—like he didn’t trust himself to.
“Ma’am— fuck— I’m gonna—”
You pulled off with a soft pop.
“Not yet,” you said, standing. “On the bed, soldier.”
He went instantly.
You climbed over him, straddling his hips, your shorts and panties gone in one smooth motion.
You were soaked.
Achy.
And the way he looked at you—spread over him, open, dripping—made your clit throb.
You took his cock in your hand and dragged it through your folds, teasing yourself, teasing him, until you were both breathing hard.
“Ready?” you asked.
“Please,” he said immediately.
You sank down slowly.
Every inch.
The stretch was perfect—full, deep, exactly what you needed. You both moaned when you bottomed out, hips meeting his.
You stayed there a moment, letting him feel it—how warm you were, how tight, how you clenched around him.
Then you started to move.
Slow at first. Rolling your hips, grinding down so your clit dragged against him.
His head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping your thighs hard.
“Look at me, baby.”
He did.
Glass-eyed. Wrecked already.
You picked up the pace, riding him harder, the wet sound of skin filling the room, louder than the storm outside.
“You feel so good,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss him. “Filling me up so well.”
His entire body reacted.
Cock twitching hard inside you, a broken sound tearing from his throat.
“I've got you,” you whispered, rolling your hips in tight circles. “You’re doing so good for me. Such a sweet, needy boy.”
That was it.
He came with a shout, hips bucking, warmth flooding you in hot pulses.
You followed right after, clenching around him, riding it out until your body gave out and you collapsed onto his chest.
For a long moment, there was nothing but breathing. And rain.
Then his arms wrapped around you—tight. Careful. Like you might disappear.
“That was…” he exhaled shakily. “I’ve never…”
You kissed his jaw, smiling against his skin.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
His cheeks flushed.
“Next time,” you added softly, “I’ll teach you how to use that mouth.”
He huffed out a quiet, nervous laugh.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Outside, the storm began to fade.
Inside, candlelight flickered over tangled sheets and soft skin.
And Bucky Barnes—former assassin, war hero, haunted man—curled into you like he’d finally found something safe.
Something warm.
Something his.
And you?
You stroked his hair, holding him close, and let yourself enjoy being exactly what he needed.
In my personal opinion,there isn’t enough smut of this lil’ guy(said gender neutraly)
Nesting Season
18+
M!Taph x Gn!Reader
Tw:Reader is a soft dom and Taph is a whiny needy little thing,humping,praise kink,scent kink,disgusting amount of baby talk and cooing,Taph has male genitalia but beyond that nothing else is described,they/them pronouns for Taph,2nd person perspective,also Taph is a weird birdman thingy
-Though time seemed frozen in,wherever the hell the small clearing in the woods where the cabin stood was.After every round the sky changed,from dawn to dusk to midnight and to morning again.And after being here a while it seemed as though not only the sky,but the forest around you changed.
-Like faux seasons,the temperature would lower,leaves would yellow and fall from their branches.Then thin almost invisible snow would fall as it got colder,only for everything to warm up and flowers bloom shortly after.And now it’s gotten warmer and the plants around the cabin have sprouted wild fruit.
-It’s rather nice,you and the rest of the survivors when you’re not being hunted by killers now spend time outside.Enjoying the warm breeze on a cool evening,taking a dip by the lake at noon or foraging for fresh fruits.
-Though feels like something is missing,like there’s a person short of where there usually used to be.As you look upon your fellow man,conversing and laughing you realise.
-“Where is Taph?”
-The simple question seems to pull many out of their conversations to look at you.
-“I…don’t know actually.I haven’t seen them much.”
-Elliot says trying to recall where he last saw Taph but coming out empty.
-“Yea,haven’t seen em around either.”
-Chance shrugs and goes back to his card game with Guest and Shed.
-“Taph seems to always have been a bit of a loner,but it’s like no one’s seen them at all.”
-Guest puts down his cards and brows furrow with concern for his fellow survivor.
-Something doesn’t sit right with you,so you turn and head for the cabin.Truthfully Taph has always been a hermit,but you grew concerned because you’ve grown quite fond of them over the time you’ve been here.Taph even if alone has always been there,in the corner tinkering or listening quietly.
-You make your way inside and begin to check everywhere,by the kitchen,in the bedrooms,knocking in the bathrooms,checking near the fireplace.You asked Two Time and Dussekar if they had seen Taph but they had no answer.Maybe they went outside to forage?But it’s getting late,surely they’d be back by now.Where-suddenly a soft thud stops your train of thought.You look at the direction where the sound came from only to look down at the trap door that led to the basement.
-Not ominous at all.
-Slowly you lift the heavy lid before looking down at the basement,the lights seemed to be turned on.How curious,you climb down the stairs and go towards the the laundry room where the light was coming from.You slowly peek through the door frame and there was nothing out of the ordinary.Must have been a item falling down,you sigh half in relief half in disappointment.Still you call out just to make sure.
-“Taph?”
-You were about to leave when you heard a little squeak coming from the closet.
-“What the…Taph?”
-You approach the closet before sliding it open as your eyes fall on Taph,they stare up at you frozen caught like a deer in headlights.They lay on a pile of pillows,sheets and your dirty laundry clutching a shirt you had worn just yesterday to their chest.
-“Oh dear…”
-You take in a sharp breath looking down at Taph,and they whine,their thighs flexing with your shirt still clutched in their hands to their chest tightly.
-“Are you alright,Taph?”
-You crouch down and reach a hand out only for Taph to cover their face with their arms and turn their back to you,letting out an embarrassed noise as they rub their thighs together.Your eyes widen before quickly composing yourself.
“Mhm,I see…I’ll leave you be-“
-You say slowly rising to your feet only for Taph to grab your wrist suddenly.After realising what they’ve done they shyly look down and gently tug at your wrist.
-“Need a nest buddy?”
-You ask gently,your eyes soften as you lower yourself into the cushy little nook that smelled like sweat,gunpowder and you.But now that Taph had you close it’s almost as if they didn’t know what to do,besides just awkwardly laying there stiff.
-You chuckle and wrap your arms around them,putting their head under your chin and pushing their face in your chest.Taphs breath catches in their throat as the small wings on their back twitch,while their talon like hands just awkwardly hover unsure where to put them.
-“It’s alright you can touch.”
-At your reassurance Taph’s shoulders ease as they put a hand at your hip and nuzzles into your chest with a quiet sigh.You chuckle petting their head.After a couple minutes Taph begins to shift almost restlessly as small noises leave them.
-“Oh poor you.Hormone season hit you hard,huh?”
-You coo as you slot your knee between their thighs,they jolt giving a startled chirp.But the shock faded quickly as Taph was trying to hold themselves from humping your thigh as they gave a small jerk of the hips.
-“It’s ok sweetheart,go ahead.”
-You flex your thigh taunt and rub it between their legs.
-Taph shudders hard biting back a moan as they grind against your thigh vigorously.They mewl into your chest and you feel as their drool drips down your chest,no longer able to contain their moans.Taph is sloppy,barely touched and already a mess of feathers,sweat and drool all over your chest and thigh.And you can’t help yourself.
-You bite your lip and sneak a hand between your bodies,cupping them through their pants.Taph lets out a silent scream as their hips stutter pushing against your hand.
-“Feels good?Want more baby?”
-You coo palming their bulge and they whine loudly humping your hand with need.You gaze down at them eyes glazed with lust as your fingers rub against their clothed shaft.Their hands gripping your hip tight as they cry against your chest,hips grinding faster and faster against your nimble fingers and tight muscle.
-“You like it pretty?Want me to touch you more,yea?”
-They moan loudly as you dip your hand under their pants,groping their dick.Taph is soaked precum stains half their shaft and underwear.You hum in approval at the wetness wrapping your hand around their shaft,thumb swiping over their tip.
-Taph pull back against your chest to look at you,they moan bucking their hips in your hand as you tease their cock.Their eyes,though shrouded in their hood are glossy with beads of tears gathering as a line of spit from their mouth connects to your chest.The sight makes you want to devour them whole,so you lick your lips and lean down into a messy kiss.Taph moans and drools trying to lick against your mouth and your tongue pushes past their lips.It’s sloppy all teeth,tongue and drool.
-In the heat of the kiss you grab at the base of their wings and they shriek in pleasure,cumming in their pants as they slump against you with an embarrassed huff.
-“Ah,you came so fast baby.How cute~”
-However you only coo and kiss their face as they try to hide by nuzzling in the crook of your neck.Taph squeaks and buries their head further as you chuckle.
-“Let’s clean you up,yea?”
-You coo as you attend to them,cleaning them up,wiping down the sweat and cum stains.Followed by a lot of cuddles,kisses and humping from time to time as you help Taph through their season.
Secretary!AFAB!Reader x Mayor Jerry Generazzo Smut
Summary: The mayor of Beaverton has been having a stressful time trying to finish up finalizing the beltway to secure his re-election. His secretary is always around to help his workload cause him less stress, in many ways.
Word count: 2,907
Minors DNI! (18+)
Warnings: smut!!! Porn w/ plot, oral (male receiving), softdom!reader, praise kink, softsubmissive!Jerry, male whimpering, age gap (reader is in her mid 20s), swallowing cum, a little bit of romance building too…
As I was phasing in and out of daydreaming while the Mayor of the city I’ve grown up in was having probably his 3rd meeting explaining to other city officials his plan for the beltway, I took note of how he was getting a little stressed and tired in his demeanor, his tone, and the subtle, yet long inhales became more apparent. These signs may not be seen by the other people in the room, but I definitely noticed. I’ve caught onto it after some months have passed working for him, it’s just about to be my 2 and a half year anniversary of having this position. l was very fond of what Jerry stood for, how close he is to his community. However, I have to admit that his tactics of getting re-elected are not my favorite decisions he has made.
Once everyone was finished discussing everything, Jerry eventually guided his guests out to the door of his office, and I followed to make sure if I needed to make follow up appointments for other matters as Jerry heads back inside his office after shaking heads in farewell. Once I’ve finished with that task, I head back to the double doors of his office and as always I knock, and he calls for me to come in.
“I think that went well, they’ve all said they are coming to the rally and have made appointments to hear about your next potential projects if you are re-elected mayor,” I say calmly.
Jerry is in his chair, leaning back, and his eyes closed, trying to relax a bit from all his meetings, a groan coming out of his lips soft enough that I could barely hear it. Usually, this is my cue to prepare some of his favorite bourbon on the rocks. My heels click to the cabinet, and I open it to reveal his drink collection. I bring the drink over to his desk, moving next to him and placing the drink to the upper left of his laptop.
“There are also some policies that need to be reviewed by the end of the week. Do you want to do some tonight?” I lightly tease. Jerry’s head turns to me and gives me a look of unamusement, I smile.
“I didn’t think so,” I turn to sit on the edge of the desk, facing him.
“I’m ready for this construction to be over, and for that kid, Mabel, to just be out of my hair about this,” Jerry sighs again.
“Well, even though you ran out the animals, I’m glad you at least aren’t building while they were still there. However, I’m curious about what your plan is for when your undercover trees are found out,” I cross my arms. Jerry looks at me, “that’s not going to happen, and even if that does, it does show that I prioritize Beaverton as well as care for animals.”
I simply nod and lightly roll my eyes. I did actually like what Jerry did for Beaverton. Jerry cares for each citizen and always looks for more to provide for them. However, I haven’t been the biggest fan of him building the belt way of the Glade, using those speakers to remove the animals from their long-time home. At least he isn’t just going through with this while the animals were still present.
Lately, I’ve been growing a bit of a crush on the mayor, the way he’s so charming to people. The way he acts, his hair, and his smile. Jerry has been just so attractive to me lately. Now, since Jerry has been single for a very long time….. and honestly so have I. I wanted to sort of do some little experiment to see if he actually was attracted to any kind of person at all. I would help him fix his tie before meetings, watch his eyes follow my hands, and I would place my hand on his shoulder when placing down papers at his desk. I know this isn’t something that should be done in a professional setting, but seeing him at the construction sites, how confident he is for press conferences, and how courteous he is to me in our meetings, getting the door for me, checking in on me when some other town officials treat me as some simple coffee fetcher. I couldn’t help falling for him.
As I watched Jerry pinch his nose I knew that it was time for his bourbon. My heels click as I walk over to a cabinet on the fair right of the office, opening it to a small liquor collection and some fine crystal. Ipour his bourbon on the rocks. When I reach Jerry at his desk I move to sit on the edge on his left and place down his drink.
Tonight, since he has been so stressed, I wanted to take it a step further. I’m going against all logic. I could lose my job for this, but I watch him loosen his tie yet again, and the question comes out.
“What do you do for relaxation, sir?”
He turns to me a little surprised at the question. “Well, I’m more of a reader and sometimes indulging in cooking therapy, as you know, with my mom.” I smile at how he genuinely is a caring son. He continues, “I knew that this job was going to be very much not a walk in the park, but I love being able to change the city for the better.”
I cross my arms and smirk, “I’m the last one you need to use your re-election speech on, Jerry. Don’t worry, you have my vote.”
Jerry takes a swig of his drink and smirks, “well I’m glad, it is ideal for my secretary to vote for me, but if you need more convincing, I’ll help you.”
We both laugh, and my heart flutters at his words, how his tired eyes stare at me and a wave of confidence flows through me.
“Actually, Jerry, I think you need the convincing.”
He tilts his head, “why do you think that?”
“You are a great mayor but I think some times you don’t always believe it.”
Jerry looks down at himself briefly, looking internally, and then brings a hand to his hair.
“It’s the stress of re-election, y/n, I’ve definitely been having doubts, and with Mabel going around, just being a pain, I definitely root myself up more to counteract it.”
“The rally is in a week, Mabel has only been just going around to wherever you are and you two just yell at each other, she seems to not really be doing a petition yet that could truly affect the beltway. So as of right now, the beltway is still in place, and you’ve gotten a raised approval rating in the past month because of it, I checked with the media team today.” I try my best to reassure him, I always try to keep him with positive statements, it drives him in the right direction.
Jerry looks up at me and gives me a smile of gratitude, but still the fatigue in his eyes pokes out to me more.
“You know, sir, I do know another way of relieving stress,” my voice becomes a bit softer. I move my arms behind me to brace myself on his desk. Jerry looks at my change in position and then back to eye contact. His eyes squint a bit in curiosity.
“What way?”
“Well, it’s a two-person method, and both have to be willing to do it,” I move off the desk and have his chair turn to his left side, I bend down a little to be more at his eye level, my voice a bit more sensual, “Would you like to try it?”
Jerry begins to have a flush on his face, and his eyes slightly widen, starting to understand what I might be insinuating.
“Uh….y/n, this uh, if you’re wanting to do what I’m thinking, I don’t know if I could ask you….to, uh…”
“You don’t have to ask, Jerry, I want to, I have been for a while.”
I unbutton my shirt a bit to show more of my cleavage and the lacy bra I had underneath my blouse. I see his eyes follow, and he softly swallows.
“I don’t think this is….uh..appropriate,” he hesitates. He leans back in his chair a bit and makes other sounds of worry. The noise only makes me wish to continue, I fall to my knees, bringing up my hands to his thighs and with light pressure rubbing circles with my thumbs.
“We don’t have to continue, but I am here to serve you, to make sure you are in your most optimal state, and to help you anywhere you need me. When was the last time someone gave you relief like this?” My eyes are large and looking up at him, his movement has mostly stopped, his eyes locked with mine.
“It’s been….a very long time, and y/n, you’re a beautiful woman…don’t uh, get me wrong, but this, I don’t know if…I can….” His fingers are gripped on the armrests of his chair.
“We can go slow, I just want to please you. I want to give you a little bit of serenity since it’s been a stressful couple of months, and I’ve been honestly growing a bit of a crush on you.”
His head tilts and he bites his lips as he’s still thinking about all of this. I speak up again.
“I feel like there have been moments between us that have been more than just our professional relationship, am I wrong to think that?”
“Well, uh…..I’ve enjoyed having you there by my side…and I value you very much…”
“You know what I mean Jerry,” I interrupt.
“Y/n, I’m much older than you, and you do deserve someone closer to your age, I-I do think you’re great but….” He sighs, closing his eyes and then to me with sincerity, “I have had thoughts about you too….but how can this work?”
My heart flutters again at his admission, and I squeeze his thighs to massage a bit more and give reassurance. “We don’t have to think that far ahead right now, just for tonight, let me do something for you, with all your hard work you do for the city, the people you meet and familiarize yourself with, taking care of your mom, I want you to feel how amazing and honorable I think that is, but only if you’ll want me to.”
His eyes shifted, they’ve relaxed since his panicked state from moments before and he then placed a hand on my wrist and pulled, I move up, feeling that he didn’t want me to do this. As I was about to pull away, he starts to pull me in, his hand moving to lock with my fingers. We get close to where I can smell his after shave. With his other hand, he puts a hair that’s fallen out of place from my bun behind me ear, then leaves his hand on my cheek. His voice is deep, yet soft.
“I want you to.”
Jerry moved forward to lock our lips and it feels like ecstasy. I move my free hand to his chest to brace myself. His lips are soft and I faintly feel the prick of his always freshly shaven face. I move my tongue to his lip, as I want to deepen the kiss. He lets me in and we explore each others mouths. I’m pulled into his lap and a quick thought is I’m surprised we do it on such a seemingly narrow chair. The thought is gone fast from how his hand move from being wrapped around to my back down to my hips, he lightly squeezes and I softly moan into our kiss. He hums deeply in return. I move my hands into his hair, something I’ve fantasized about many times, his salt and pepper hair silky to the touch, and my actions causing another hum out of him. After a beat I part myself from him and move to his neck, his now free mouth releasing sighs of pleasure and soft whimpering, making my hips more against him very subtly, earning another squeeze on my hips from him. As much as I would love to ride him here, I know the chair couldn’t handle, plus I want to fully please him. I pull away from his neck and look into his eyes, have lidded, mouth agape, hair disheveled but still lays perfectly. I burn the image into my head. I say breathlessly.
“Let me keep my word of what I was going to do.”
I get off his lap and get back onto my knees. My hands moving towards his belt, I notice he still is blushing as I’m doing this. Once that is undone, I do his zipper and he helps me lower his pants enough to his ankles and his boxers only remain. I gently hook a finger on the wristband and pull down to reveal his erection. My mouth waters a bit at the size and I have thoughts of us in different situations but for now I take a hold of him, my eyes move to be locked with his and I move my lips over his tip. I sink down as much as he could and his head falls back to the chair and releases a sigh. I slowly rise up again and back down, my right hand on the base to cover the area where my mouth can’t reach and I lightly squeeze. I continue my motions at this pace for a while, not wanting to potentially have this short-lived, especially with all the beautiful whimpers and moans he’s making.
I try different variations of using my tongue, different paces, and even using my hand alongside, eventually I reach a rhythm that makes him deeply groan.
“Oh my god…y/n…p-please keep doing that…”
Jerry reaches down to hold my face with both of his hands and softly guide my movements. Our eyes were locked, I will forever treasure this image of his half-lidded eyes, mouth agape, and brows furrowed in pleasure. He was breathless, moaning and whimpering at how close he was getting after that and I wanted him to have his release. I could even feel him twitching in my mouth. Not long after, he finishes in my mouth. I him and swallow his release and pull away, massaging his thighs again. Jerry moves to bring up his boxers, and he then leans down to kiss my forehead sweetly. I then move to get off my knees, and Jerry helps me up like a gentleman. As we stand facing each other, Jerry speaks.
“Y/n….that was amazing and I would absolutely love to return the favor in a moment.”
Jerry wraps his arm around my waist to pull me closer, I smile, resting my hands on his chest.
“As much as I would love that, it will have to wait, it’s already late, and we have the big press conference tomorrow morning. However…”
I move closer to his lips.
“How about a rain check?”
I speak softly, my fingers slowly move to his shirt buttons to help put them back together. I see a flush on Jerry’s cheeks, “I would like that, a lot.”
We share another kiss of passion, and after a beat I pull away, and I chuckle.
“You still have your pants down, ya know?”
Jerry looks down and sheepishly laughs, and moved to place his pants back on and fix the rest of his appearance to be back to normal.
“Well, since I can’t do anything for you tonight, let me at least walk you to your car.”
My heart flutters at how much of a gentleman he is, I nod, leaving his office to grab my things.
As we walk down the capitol’s stairs, we stay beside each other in comfortable silence. I feel bliss after what has occurred, I look over to see what Jerry might be feeling. Jerry wears a soft smile on his face, still a flush on his cheeks as well, as if he’s also in bliss. As we reach my car, I turn to him. A thought I feel like I should tell him comes out.
“Jerry, I don’t regret one thing that’s happened in the last hour, but I know that our…..new relationship wouldn’t be the best in the public eye….I won’t say anything…”
Jerry’s face fell a bit at this topic. “The usual mayor and his secretary trope will be eaten by the media, and as much as I would like to take you to a proper date, I feel like right now, especially before the rally and re-election, we should keep this between us.”
Jerry steps forward and places a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“But know that I also don’t want to hide what we’ve just discovered for each other and undervalue you, ever.”
My cheeks feel warm at his words, and I smile. Ithen nod in understanding, I tell him goodbye and goodnight, getting into my car. I see him walk off to the other part of the driveway to his red convertible and get in to then start heading home. So many thoughts about what happened tonight and how……he would like to return the favor in the future.
A/N: I would VERY much be interested in making a second part to this story. However, I wanted to see how everyone like it first as this is my second ever fan fiction posted. :) I’m always down for constructive criticism and suggestions.
