SWEET ★ HONEY ★ BUCKIIN’

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[gojosnympho]

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𓆩♡𓆪 ten, 23, black, she/her, hongjoong’s hoe

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[jung-koook]

260622 - hoseok on weverse: it's been a while since I went to paris!!! I'll go and come back safely!!! I'm going to sleep right away...heh🤤😴

[raplinenthusiasts]

I’m fallin’ apart (looking at him)

[oggeminivenus]

[ozempicofficial]

[jung-koook]

he’s such a flirt 😩 (cr. movewithsope)

[misserabella]

biiiig mean stretch!

spencer reid x fem! reader

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, THIS IS FILTHY. NAAAAASTY, you’ve been warned. mean harsh dom! spencer and bratty sub! reader, nasty make outs, spanking, hair pulling, cursing, degradation and praise (not quite towards you), use of good girl (again, not towards you), dirty talking, oral sex (s! receiving), face fucking, edging, gagging, facial, multiple orgasms and rounds implied, teasing, begging, hickeys, choking, spencer being a little bit of a pervert, piv sex, using cum as lube, unprotected sex (guys don’t do this), scratching, pussy talking, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, slapping, spitting, spencer has crazy stamina…

from this request.

@cherriesinthespring & @brattyspence 💋

you were actually exhausted. whole body aching, the last thing you needed was to talk to him, but as always, there he was. your asshole of a flatmate. with his stupid glasses on as his amber eyes strolled through the pages of his book miles per hour.

“well, look who it is. past midnight. seems like cinderella by how fucked up you look.”

you rolled your eyes at the smirk on his tone, kicking off your heels. “fuck off reid, i’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

your relationship had been strained from the start… you two were like oil and water. always had been, since the two of you were five and had the sufficient conscience to choose if you liked each other or not. and believe me, if you had had another choice… you wouldn’t have even taken up the offer to live with him. but your mother, diana’s best friend, as soon as she had learnt that you had been given a promotion and needed to move to quantico? had told the blonde, who excitedly told her that spencer was looking for a flatmate. that sealed your destiny. and now there you were. sharing space with the person you loathed most in the entire world.

“hell, okay, you’re not fucked up at all, ‘cause getting some dick wouldn’t have left you like that.”

you groaned, your head throbbing, full body tense. “well at least i get to fuck, not like you, you only get off to letters on paper.”

and he dared to chuckle, fucking chuckle. he closed his book and put it aside, tall frame leaving its seat at the sofa to slowly stroll over you.

“well isn’t your vocabulary a delight?” he crooked his head. “now why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you all bothered, princess. ‘cause i’m sure my incredible presence cannot be it.” he said sarcastically, but he seemed intrigued to know what had happened. “hard day at work? did starbucks ran out of caramel drizzle? or is your rose toy dead?”

“you little…” your hands were reaching for his throat, but he was faster, his tongue clicking as his strong long fingers surrounded your wrists, stopping you centimeters away from his warm skin.

“really, doll? trying to choke an fbi agent? such a bad girl…” you gasped as he pinned you against the wall. “you could get in a lot of trouble for that. maybe i should use my cuffs on you. or maybe not, i’m sure you’d end up enjoying it.” he muttered that last part against your ear, your cheeks reddish in both anger and embarrassment.

“fuck you.” you spat, and he chuckled, dark and teasingly against the skin if your neck. you were not done. he wanted to play dirty? two could do that. “and what do you say about extortion of people by your power, huh? an fbi agent trying to make me kneel under him for his status? i could easily get you fired. you should be ashamed, reid… but… it seems like you are more like… excited, huh?” and with a roll of your hips against him you confirm what you had suspected: he was hard. rock hard at that.

he smirked at you, ignoring your jab as he leaned over you. “are you threatening me?” he muttered against your lips, his tongue wetting his bottom one.

your eyes followed the movement, and your throat dried up. you squinted at him. “are you?”

“you know… all this brattiness of yours is really getting on my nerves.”

“really? by how hard you are… i would believe you’re enjoying it.” you muttered back. your breaths were mingling. there was heat pooling down on your lower stomach. and the tension exuding from your bodies could be cut with a knife.

“you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” he growled, eyes dangerous.

“but wouldn’t you like it wide open…, reid?”

you could feel the moment he said “fuck it”, his brown eyes now completely pitch black. “yeah? then open the fuck up.”

and next thing you knew? his tongue was deep into your mouth, which had willingly fallen open for him. the two of you groaned, and the tight hold he had on your wrists turned bruising. it was as if he hated the idea that he desired you so much. maybe he did. maybe you did. but right now the only thing you could focus on was on his hard cock pushing against your belly, and how soaked your panties felt stuck against your throbbing clit. when had you gotten so wet?

a moan left you as his plush lips surrounded your tongue and sucked, a hum leaving his chest when he then moved to your neck, sucking some more on the skin there.

“i think i ought to teach you a lesson, don’t you?” you whined as he bit down on your pulse point. “answer me.” a choked gasp left your lips when one of his hands, the one that wasn’t holding now both your wrists up, came down harsh against the side of your thigh on a smack.

“yes.”

“that’s what i thought.” he purred, and your eyes almost rolled back at the sound of his deep voice. “on your knees.” he ordered as he let go of you, and busied his now free hands on unbuttoning his slacks. you got lost for a minute there as you caught sight of the wet patch decorating his boxers, but he was quick to get you back on page. your eyes widened when his hand took harshly your face. “do i need to repeat myself?” he hissed and you shook your head. “then. get. on. your. fucking. knees.” you complied, knees on the hardwood floor, puppy eyes staring right onto his. “that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it? let’s hope you suck cock better than you follow orders.”

your pussy fluttered. fuck. why was this turning you on so much?

“show me that tongue.” you stuck it out to him. pink. salivating. ready. he hummed and pushed down his boxers and pants down his thighs. your eyes widened at the sight of his thick cock. “let’s keep that dirty mouth of yours busy, yeah?” and before you could even react, you were gagging around him. it hurt. your lips were fully stretched around him, and your jaw was about to give up by the uncomfortable stuffiness. but god… it felt so good… he tasted so good… reid groaned, fingers winding into your hair and tugging as his hips snapped and his cock hit down your throat. “fuck. so that mouth is actually good for something, huh?”

your eyes couldn’t help but water, your nails scratching at his thighs as he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before starting to fuck your face. you couldn’t help but moan, eyes rolling as the air in your lungs thinned. he was literally fucking you dumb. and you couldn’t love it more.

“such a fucking slut. look at you. you act harsh but as soon as a dick is shoved into your throat you start to act like a good girl, hm?“ you whined, thighs squeezing against the other, throat swallowing around him and making him grunt. “jesus, you’re tight. wonder how your pussy will be. probably will have to stretch it open first, break it in since you haven’t brought anyone home to fuck since you moved in, huh?” he chuckled. “the walls are thin, you know? you think i don’t hear you pumping your fingers into your little cunt every night? poor thing. you’re so desperate for cock you would take anyone’s, huh? even mine. but, actually… i’m starting to believe it’s the one you’ve been wanting the most, isn’t it?” you whimpered. “hm? what’d you think about while fucking your pussy, doll? did you think about me listening to you? that the reason why you’d moan louder? for me to hear? wanted me to come into your room and show you what a good orgasm is supposed to feel like?” you nodded, too lost to actually try and hide how the idea of him listening to you masturbating just a few doors away made you squirt all over your sheets. he chuckled. low. mockingly. “of course you did.” he pushed down your throat even harder. “all that time acting as though you hated me and you just liked me, huh?” you gasped and coughed as he pulled out of your mouth, smacking his wet leaking cock against your flushed cheek.

“i hate you.” you swore and his eyes glinted.

“yeah? well, for someone who hates me, you really love sucking my cock.” he chuckled when, while gliding his tip along your bottom lip, your mouth subconsciously opened. “you want it?”

you kept silent. what could you say? you couldn’t say no. that would be a lie. but you also couldn’t say yes, that’d would make it too easy for him. but before you could catch yourself you were…

“please.”

begging.

his smile was that of the cheshire cat. “atta girl.” you moaned when he fed it back to you, pumping it down your throat over and over again. you relished on the musky scent, on the tuffs of hair of his base kissing your nose, on his tip making you gag over and over again until you became so messy and sloppy that trails of spit dribbled down past your lips and chin onto your thighs. “thaaaat’s it. so messy. can’t help but want to…” and then you’re gasping as hot spurts of cum hit your face, making you even more messier. spencer moans as he strokes every last drop out of his breeding tightening balls. “fuck. look at you. so pretty like this…” your mouth stays open for the dripping of it, the salty release hitting your tongue and making you hum.

when you open your eyes, your cunt throbs. he looks gone. wild in pleasure. and starving.

“get up.” your legs shake and you almost trip by how fast you complied. “i’m not done with you yet.”

not even 10 seconds go by before you’re being thrown onto his bed —his bedroom being the nearest one of the two—, and another 10 is what it takes him to get you bare before his eyes. his eyes appreciatively took the sight of your heaving chest and rosy nipples in, the smoothness of your tummy, the plush of your thighs…

he pumps his still rock hard cock. how does he manage to have that much stamina? it hadn’t even gone down —not in the slightest— after making a mess of your face with his cum.

“it’s not gonna-” you try and say, but his words cut you off quickly enough.

“mouth shut. eyes on me. legs open. i’ll make it fit. even if i have to break apart your pussy for it.” you swallow, and god, if you hadn’t you’d have died of embarrassment by the whimper that tried to leave your throat.

you open your legs for him. pussy lips spread, soaking wet just for him, hole twitching in need of being fucked and clit puffy and sensitive pleading to be touched.

“knew she’d be pretty…” he groans, licking at his lips, hand tightening around his dick. his fingers come to your sticky cheek and gathers ropes of his cum, and before you could inquire him about it, he’s stuffing them into your needy little cunt. “jesus, she’s tight. can’t wait to break her open…” your eyes roll as he sinks them to the knuckle and curls up up up until he hits that spongy spot that makes you sing the prettiest moans late at night when you know he can hear you.

“spencer…!” you whimper, your legs falling further apart, hips twitching for more.

“that’s it. open up for me.” he smirked, pushing a third finger inside that has you choking on a scream, walks tightening down hard around his digits he grunts. “trynna milk me so soon, baby? i haven’t even put it in.”

he fucks you open with harsh strokes, but he’s diligent, he makes sure you’re slicked up and ready, loose enough for his puffy head.

but when he aligns it up with your entrance, his jaw ticks. “it’s gonna be a tight fit. now, say ‘biiiiig stretch’ for me, mh?”

“biiiig—ngh!!!!” you can’t even comply, not when he’s basically splitting you in half. your nails dig on his back as he pants and tries to fit in past the first ring of muscles.

“jesus.fuck.” with a ‘pop!’ his tip presses in, and you two moan in unison. your lungs feel like you’re on fire, and your eyes sting. but fuck if it doesn’t feel good being so full. “good girl…” he praises. and at first you think it’s directed towards you. but no. his thumb sweetly circles your clit and you cry. “taking me so good… you’re doing so good for me… now, open a little bit more for me, hm?”

he’s talking. to your pussy.

but it’s not “little” how much it has to open to accommodate him. every fucking inch is devastating. and by the time his balls hit your ass, his tip —if it could be possible— would have breached your cervix and fucked itself into your womb.

he falls onto you the moment you clench, and groans against your neck. “if only i had known you’d feel this good… i would have fucked you much sooner.” he then looks at your dizzy eyes and faded face. you’re half brain dead on his cock. he can’t help but chuckle. “so this was the fastest way to make you behave and shut up, huh? good to know.” he slaps at your cheek, and you blink, breathing ragged and heavy, his hips grinding deep against your cervix, making you whimper. “don’t you dare tap out on me. i haven’t had my way with you yet.”

and then he’s fucking you. reeeeeally fucking you.

your back arches, your nails draw blood down his back, and your cunt gushes in lewd wet sounds that resonate around his room by how hard and deep he plunges into you.

“fuck. so good… best pussy i’ve ever had. made for me, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he murmurs, and you are so lost… he’s mean. his hands are rough as they grip your hips in a way you know will bruise, and his cock is so harshly fucking you open that you believe he’ll leave the imprint of himself permanently molded to your walls.

you can feel every vein, every ridge.

“spencer, spencer, spencer…!” you cry and he chuckles in between grunts.

“so now it’s ‘spencer’, huh? what happened to ‘reid’? you’re so happy to get dicked down that you’re calling me by my name now?” one of his hands surrounds your neck, and when it tightens… your pussy does as well. “fuck! and here i thought you couldn’t get tighter…”your legs cage him, making your back arch and his dick reach deeper in places no one ever had. “needy little girl… feels good, huh?” you moan, mouth open and he takes the chance to spit on it. and when you quickly and obediently swallow what he gives you? he speeds up. “fucking slut. you love this, don’t you? love the fact that i’m breaking you apart. fuck. you even let me go in raw, bet you’ll even let me breed you if i wanted, huh?” your cunt flutters and his head hangs for a second as a strangled moan leaves him. just for a moment there, he almost lost control and busted. “you want it, honey? want my cum deep into this pretty little womb of yours?” you moan and he lets go of your neck to slap your cheek again, softly, but harsh enough to make your clit twitch. “answer me.”

“yes, yes, plea-“

“not you.” he grunts, going harsher, deeper, faster. “i’m not talking to you. i’m talking to her.” your breath leaves your lungs once two of his fingers meet your puffy clit, rolling it, pinching it. your pussy squelches. and he hums. “yeah? you want it that much?” another squeeeelch!, you’re dripping down to his sheets. “then take it, pretty. it’s all yours.” and you scream, ‘cause the way in which you’re coming when his thick warm ropes of cum fill you is insane. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. your ears ring, your vision darkens at the corners, your brain seems to melt, and your pussy squirts in little unstopping spurts that soak his cock, balls, sheets… your juices are everywhere, and fuck if it doesn’t make spencer come even harder…

by the time his balls are drained and his hips halt, his cock up to the base inside you to keep you plugged in with his cum, you’re basically passed out, eyes crossed as you try to focus back onto the present. you can’t even remember your name. fuck, you can’t even remember how to breath.

and your legs shake like crazy when in a flip he’s got you on all fours —well not all, since one of his hands has your face smudged against one of his pillows—. “again.” he says, breathless as he pushes in his still hard cock into your abused and stuffed cunt. “show me how you squirt again. i wanna see it again.”

you were not getting out of this alive.

[gojosnympho]

i’ve never been wetter

[kittennextdoor]

━ (18+) dry humping your bf till he cums in his boxers ‎ꫂ᭪݁

You straddled your boyfriend on the couch, grinding your soaked pussy down on him repeatedly. Your thin panties were completely drenched, clinging obscenely to your folds as you rocked your hips faster, rubbing your swollen clit along the thick outline of his dick through his boxers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, hands gripping your ass, yanking you down harder against him. “Keep humping me like that, baby. Gonna make me cum in my fucking boxers.”

You moaned filthily, rolling your hips in messy circles, pressing your dripping pussy against him with shameless need. The wet spot on your panties grew bigger with every grind, soaking through the fabric of his boxers until you could feel the heat of his throbbing cock twitching beneath you.

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, riding him faster, your tits bouncing in your tank top as you chased it.

“Yeah? Cum for me baby,” he growled, thrusting up roughly to meet your movements. “Make a mess all over me.”

A few more frantic grinds and you shattered, crying out as your pussy clenched and pulsed, soaking your panties and his boxers with your cum. The feeling of you creaming all over him pushed him over the edge immediately. He let out a deep, guttural moan, hips jerking up as he came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding his boxers, pulsing against your soaked pussy while you kept grinding through both your orgasms.

You stayed on top of him, panting, feeling his warm load spreading between you as your combined wetness made everything slick and filthy. “Shit…” he breathed, still twitching. “Look what you did to me.”

[raekensluver]

18+, mdni - masterlist | main masterlist

spencer reid is the kind of man who whimpers when you suck him off - soft and desperate, like he’s never been touched like this before and doesn’t know what to do with it.

his hand’s already in your hair, not pulling, just holding, like he needs the anchor. his thighs are tense, breath coming in short, broken little gasps as you work him deeper. his hips twitch once, then again, and the sound he makes when your tongue flicks just right is downright sinful.

it's high and breathless, like it’s being dragged from his chest without permission. he tries to keep still, tries to be good, but you can feel it: the way his thighs tense, the way his abdomen clenches as he groans, “fuck, that feels- so good-”

his fingers tighten in your hair, not pulling, just anchoring. his eyes flicker down to watch, and the sight makes him stammer. “i- i can’t,” he pants, head falling back. “i’m gonna- fuck, i’m gonna cum-”

he tries to warn you, he really does, but it all falls apart when you hum around him.

“oh my god,” he gasps, voice wrecked. “fuckfuckfuck-”

he cums with a choked moan, hips twitching, your name slipping out of his mouth like a secret he didn’t mean to say. his fingers tighten in your hair just for a second - reflexive, overwhelmed - before he’s slumping back against the bed, chest heaving.

you pull back slowly, wiping the corner of your mouth, and look up to find him flushed and breathless, eyes half-lidded and dazed like he’s still catching up to what just happened.

his hand, still trembling, gently cups the side of your face. not possessive. just soft. grounding.

“jesus,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “that was...i’ve never- ”

he trails off, blinking down at you like you just rewrote the laws of physics in front of him.

you smirk, just a little. “yeah?”

spencer nods, swallowing hard. his thumb brushes your cheekbone.

“you’re incredible.”

quiet. honest. a little stunned.

and when he leans down to kiss you - slow, messy, grateful - it says everything he’s still too breathless to put into words.

[lemondrop-sunrise]

CHOI JONGHO FOR DAZED KOREA

[jung-koook]

DOUBLE KILL for @taee ♡

[rjshope]

he's so adorable🥺

[cr.movewithsope]

[uroko]

癒しの自然風景 // Yamagata, Gifu ♡

[animentality]

[cutecipher]

basketball players fight over the basketball because they are hypnotized before each game to believe it is their egg

[dmitriene]

Arthur Morgan brushing your hair in a platonic way by the fire until it accidentally turns into sex because why not

the fire's soothing scent comes from gradually burning logs that have been piled up in a circle on the ground and the branches thrown over the top, exuding an enveloping warmth over where you sit between arthur's spread, muscular legs, slotting the curve of your back against his broad chest as he divides your hair between his long, nimble fingers, smoothing and disentangling through them, sometimes forgetting about the comb that lies next to him on the log.

arthur is as warm as the fire, as if you were to put your hand down and let the bright, stretching flames burn your delicate skin, however, his warmth suffuses right into your veins, rushes through the bloodstream and stays in every nook and cranny of your body, causing you to lean closer to his chest like a cat absorbing sunlight, feeling the vibration of a rough, hoarse laugh that runs through every muscle in his body as he allows you to curl into his form and cuddle closer.

continuing to weave your strands together and then unravel them, taking a comb to run over the ends, paying attention to the small shudders of your body as he sweeps over the area of your head that gives you a scatter of goosebumps, and so on, the arcane until your hair is docile, strands no longer tangled, streaming downwards without knotting together, allowing him to put the comb aside, bowing his head forward, squaring his body and nosing in the top of your head, leaving there a soft, lower descending kiss.

your shoulder quiver, and you feel arthur's face nudging in between your hair, fingers pushing your strands out of the way, allowing him to press his chapped lips to the skin on the curve of your neck, arching to the side towards every touch and kiss, your lips parting in a languid sigh, forgetting that there are many eyes around you, unable to resist, not with the way he looks at you, hungry, piercing to the very muscles from which you are composed, when you catch a glimpse of his blue green eyes within your peripheral vision.

the orange glow of the fire smoothes the features of your face, sets your eyes on fire, softening and making them even warmer than before, and arthur is grateful that he is sitting, because otherwise, his knees would have already buckled, and he would have fallen exactly at your feet, without a twinge of conscience, without worrying about the people around you, just like now, when he covers your delicate skin with spreading, stubble tickling kisses and playful bites, making you gasp, wrenching to hide your warming face against his stretched out shoulder.

arthur can't hide the sudden spark of an arousal, resist the molten heat soaring through his stomach, the heaviness of groin, where his cock swells under the fabric and underwear, filling with blood, pressing into the small of your back, lower, where he can feel the swell of your ass even through all the layers of skirts at your dress, and his hips canting forward to chase the ghost of a plushness that hides beneath, stutter, when he realizes that this is not a place to do so, groaning low against your shoulder blade, where he nuzzles in, before gathering you up in his arms.

the low snickering and teasing from some of the men in the vicinity are just a passing buzz through your ears, as arthur carries you through the camp towards his tent with long steps, you know you're going to have to be quiet, and he's going to help you do that, because you lose and swallow all the words when you meet the gaze of his eyes, eclipsed by dilating pupils, full of carnal need, all dedicated to you, his tongue filling your mouth with greedy force and drawn out, gravelly moan.

you're all sopping wet through your undergarment, soaking beneath the skirts that arthur works on to discard, rip in sherds that would decorate the floor beneath, press his calloused fingertips against the plushness of your skin, leave the indents of his touch on you, while ravaging you whole, spread the tender lips of your cunt around the sheer, engorged girth of his cock, listen in to your hiccups of his name, before silencing you, feeling the sting of your teeth's against his shoulder, as he puffs warm breath against your sweating temple, grunts sweet names, working you to your orgasm.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

An Angel and A 00 || James Bond ||

A/n: James Bond Smut that go requests! Reader is an Angel / works for Charlie in the Townsend Agency.

May have a second part if anyone wants it.

The resort glittered like something out of a dream—golden lights strung along palm trees, the distant hush of waves against the shore, and the kind of luxury that made everything feel just a little unreal.

James Bond...No...it was St. John Smythe tonight—fit into it seamlessly.

White t-shirt, loose beneath an open Hawaiian shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to suggest ease without ever quite losing that sharp edge beneath it. A glass of something expensive rested in his hand, but his attention.

Was entirely on you.

You had caught his eye hours ago.

Light fabric brushing your skin with every movement, effortless, sun-warmed, dangerous in the way you smiled too easily at him. The kind of woman men underestimated.

James didn’t.

Not for a second.

“American,” he had noted earlier, voice smooth as he leaned against the bar beside you.

You had smiled, slow and knowing. “British.”

“Unfortunately,” he replied.

“Mm,” you hummed, sipping your drink. “You don’t sound sorry.”

“I rarely am.”

And that had been the start of it.

Hours of it.

Glances that lingered too long. Conversations that danced around truth without ever touching it. Questions asked like flirting but sharpened beneath the surface.

What brings you here?

Vacation.

Business?

Something like that.

Neither of you believed the other.

Which only made it more interesting.

Now, the infinity pool stretched out before you,dark water reflecting the night sky, the edge blending seamlessly into the ocean beyond.

His villa.

Private.

Quiet.

Dangerous.

“You followed me,” you said lightly, stepping into the water, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat that had been building all evening.

“I invited you,” he corrected, setting his drink aside before slipping in after you.

The water barely rippled around him.

You turned slightly, watching him approach, your lips curving faintly. “You flirt like a man with an agenda.”

“And you don’t?” he countered smoothly.

Touché.

You smiled, stepping back just enough to make him follow.

He did.

Of course he did.

The water lapped softly around you as the distance closed, your bodies finally within reach. The tension that had been building all day snapped into something tangible, something heavier.

“Tell me something honest,” you said softly.

He tilted his head slightly. “That would ruin the fun.”

You stepped closer anyway. “Try me.”

His gaze dropped, slow, deliberate, taking you in like he had been wanting to do all evening.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said quietly.

“Since when?” you asked, your fingers moved to his chest.

“Since you tried to lie to me at the bar.”

You laughed softly. “You started it.”

“Did I?”

The water shifted between you, your fingers gliding down his chest. “Constantly,” you murmured.

That was it.

The last thread snapped.

His hand came to your waist, firm, pulling you flush against him, the water doing nothing to hide the heat of his body, the way his cock was already hard against you.

Your breath caught, though a smile tugged at your lips. “Careful,” you whispered.

“Not tonight,” he said.

His lips found yours, deeper than before, no more teasing, no more distance. Your fingers dug into his skin, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, your body reacting instantly.

You shifted, instinct taking over as you pushed him back just enough to guide him toward the edge of the pool, your hands firm now, confident.

He let you.

That was the dangerous part.

James Bond never let anyone take control.

But he was letting you.

For now.

“You’re bold,” he murmured against your lips.

“You like it,” you shot back softly.

“I do.”

You didn’t give him time to say more. Your hands slid down, guiding him as you moved, lifting yourself just enough to sink down onto him in one smooth motion.

Your breath broke instantly, your head tipping back slightly as you adjusted, your pussy tightening around his cock as the water shifted around you both.

James exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on your hips. “…Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

You smiled faintly, breath uneven. “Thought you liked bold.”

“I do,” he said immediately.

His hands steadied you, grounding you as you began to move slow at first, testing, feeling the way he reacted beneath you.

And he did react.

His head dipped slightly, his control slipping just enough for you to notice.

“You’re watching me too closely,” you teased.

“Occupational hazard,” he replied, voice lower now.

Your hips rolled again, slower, deeper, drawing a sharp breath from him that he didn’t quite manage to hide.

“Businessman?” you asked lightly.

“Something like that.”

You laughed softly, your hands sliding to his shoulders as you picked up your pace just slightly, the water rippling around you with each movement.

“Liar,” you murmured.

His grip tightened. “Takes one to know one.”

That made you pause, just for a second.Long enough to feel the weight of it.Then you smiled again, softer this time.

“Maybe.”

Your movements didn’t stop.

If anything, they deepened, your rhythm more certain now, your body responding to every shift, every reaction he gave you.

His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, his forehead brushing yours as his breathing grew less controlled. "You’re trouble,” he murmured.

“You followed me,” you reminded him.

“And I don’t regret it.”

Your lips brushed his again, softer now, even as your body kept moving, the tension building steadily between you.

The villa was quieter now.

The ocean still whispered just beyond the glass walls, the soft glow of the pool lights casting reflections across the room but inside, everything felt warmer. Closer. Charged in a different way.

You barely had time to steady yourself after the pool before James was moving again.

“Come here,” he murmured, voice lower now, roughened from earlier.

Before you could answer, his hands were on you—lifting you effortlessly, like it was nothing. A soft sound left you as your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, your legs curling around his waist as he carried you inside.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” you breathed, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“I’ve already wasted enough tonight,” he replied.

His tone wasn’t teasing.It was decided.

The bed met your back a second later, soft sheets a stark contrast to the cool water from before but you didn’t stay there long. Not with the way he hovered over you, not with the way his hands moved, already guiding you, already pulling you back into him.

“James—” you started, but it broke into a breath as he shifted, positioning you over him, his hands firm on your hips.

“Go on,” he murmured.

There was something in his voice, something that made your pulse jump.

You didn’t hesitate.Your hands braced lightly against his chest as you sank down onto him again, slower this time, your breath catching as your pussy tightened around his cock, the sensation pulling a sharp exhale from him.

“…Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, his head tipping back slightly against the pillows.

You smiled faintly, breath uneven as you adjusted, your hands sliding along his chest, feeling the tension beneath his skin.

“You alright there, Mr. Smythe?” you teased softly.

His eyes flicked open immediately at that sharp, dark, aware.

“Careful,” he murmured. “You’re starting to sound like you know more than you should.”

You tilted your head slightly, lips curving. “Maybe I do.”

That earned you a look.But his hands tightened on your hips again before he could question it further.

“Move,” he said quietly.

You did.Slow at first, rolling your hips carefully, testing the rhythm, the way he reacted beneath you. His grip tightened instantly, guiding you, controlling the pace even while letting you stay on top.

“There,” he murmured, voice lower now. “Like that.”

Your breath hitched, your fingers curling slightly against him as you followed his lead, your movements growing more certain, more fluid.

“You like control,” you noted softly.

“I like this,” he corrected.

His hands pressed more firmly against your hips, guiding you deeper, steadier, the rhythm building between you. The shift pulled a sharper breath from you, your head dipping slightly as your body responded faster.

“John—”

“Don’t stop,” he said immediately.

Your lips parted in a soft breath, your pace picking up just slightly, the tension building again, quicker this time. His hands slid up your sides, then back down, never losing contact, always grounding, always guiding.

Your long hair fell forward with each movement, brushing against his chest, your face, the soft strands catching against your lips as your breathing grew uneven.

James noticed, of course he did.

His hand slid up suddenly, fingers threading into your hair before tugging it gently, pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat, your breath catching sharply at the sudden shift.

“There you are,” he murmured.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your body reacting instantly, the new angle making everything feel deeper, sharper.

“John—” you breathed, your voice breaking slightly.

“I’ve got you,” he said, softer now.

His other hand returned to your hip, steadying you as he guided your movements again, his control slipping just enough for you to feel it in the way his grip tightened, the way his breathing grew heavier beneath you.

“You’re trouble,” he muttered.

“You didn’t seem to mind,” you managed, though your voice wavered.

“I don’t,” he said immediately.

Your pace faltered for half a second at that but his hand tightened in your hair again, not harsh, just enough to keep you with him.

“Stay with me,” he murmured.

You nodded faintly, your movements returning, deeper now, more certain, the tension building fast between you both.

Closer.

Every movement pulled another reaction from him, quieter than yours but no less intense. His jaw tightened, his grip firm, his control slipping in small, telling ways.

“You’re—” he started, then cut himself off with a sharp exhale.

You leaned forward slightly, your forehead brushing his as your pace stuttered. “What?”

“…Dangerous,” he finished.

You smiled faintly, breathless. “Takes one to know one.”

A quiet huff left him, almost a laugh but it didn’t last long.

Not with the way the tension coiled tighter, sharper, your bodies moving together in a rhythm that was no longer careful, no longer restrained.

Your breath broke first.

His followed not long after.

His hand tightened at your hip, pulling you down fully, holding you there as the rhythm faltered, then slowed, his forehead pressing to yours as both of you steadied as his grip tightened, his breath catching sharply as he followed right after you, his body going rigid beneath you for a brief moment before he exhaled, low and rough, his head dropping forward.

Warmth spread between you as he released inside you, his hold on you firm, grounding, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go yet.

For a second, neither of you moved. Then your strength gave out, your body slumping forward against him, your cheek pressed to his shoulder, your breathing uneven.

“Fuck,” you murmured weakly.

A quiet huff of a laugh left him, softer than anything he’d given you all night.

“…That,” he said, voice low but steadier now, his hand sliding slowly up your back, “was worth the trip.”

You smiled faintly against his skin, too tired to argue.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Just breath.

Just heat.

Just the quiet understanding that this, this wasn’t simple anymore.

Not after that.

Not after the way you both moved.

“…You’re not just on vacation,” he said finally, voice quieter now.

You stilled slightly.

Then smiled, faint and knowing. "Neither are you.”

His eyes flicked up to yours again and just a little more dangerous than before.

The bathroom was filled with steam, soft, warm, curling up from the bath as you sank deeper into it, muscles loose, head tipped back against the edge.

You should’ve been relaxing. Instead, you were staring at the phone in your hand.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

On the other end, Bosley sounded entirely too calm for the chaos he’d just dropped on you. “I’m not kidding. The target is in Vietnam, luxury resort, billionaire cover—”

“Yeah, I know that part,” you cut in, rubbing your face with one hand. “What I don’t know is why you’re telling me now that MI6 is involved.”

A pause.

“…Because,” Bosley said slowly, “we just confirmed their agent on-site.”

Your stomach dropped. “…Who?”

Another pause.

“James Bond.”

You went completely still. The water sloshed slightly as you sat up, eyes wide.

“…You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

Your mouth opened.

Closed.

Then opened again.

“…The British guy?” you asked weakly. “At the bar? The.... the Hawaiian shirt—”

“Yes,” Bosley said flatly. “That would be him.”

You stared straight ahead. “…I just had sex with James Bond.”

“Congratulations,” Bosley deadpanned. “Now Focus.”

Meanwhile.

James was lying back against the pillows, one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone loosely as he stared up at the ceiling.

For once…

He looked less composed than usual. “…Say that again,” he said slowly.

On the other end, Moneypenny sighed. “The Townsend Agency is on-site, James.”

His jaw tightened. “…And?”

“And,” she continued, far too calmly, “one of their top Angels checked in under a civilian alias this morning."

He sat up slightly. “…Name.”

There was a pause and then she told him.

James froze. “…You’re certain?” he asked.

“Positive.”

His gaze flicked toward the bathroom door, the faint sound of water still audible through it.

“…You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that the woman currently in my bath—”

“Is not just a tourist,” Moneypenny finished. “Yes.”

James leaned back again, exhaling through his nose. “…Of course she is.”

“You didn’t notice?” she asked, amused.

He huffed quietly. “I noticed she was lying.”

“…And still slept with her.”

“That,” he said smoothly, “is hardly a disqualifier.”

Moneypenny laughed softly. “Try not to get yourself killed, James.”

“No promises...."

The line went dead.

You stepped out of the bath, towel wrapped around you, still processing.

James Bond.

James Bond.

“Unbelievable…” you muttered, dragging a hand through your damp hair.

You reached for the door at the exact same moment he did.

It opened.

You both froze.

For a solid two seconds, neither of you said a word.

Then

“You’re MI6.”

“You’re an Angel.”

You both blinked.

“…Oh my God,” you said, half horrified, half laughing. “You’re James Bond.”

“And you,” he replied, far too calm for someone in the same situation, “are significantly more dangerous than advertised.”

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

You both started laughing.

Actually laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” you said, pointing at him. “All that flirting—”

“You started it,” he cut in.

“I did not!”

“You absolutely did.”

“You were the one leaning at the bar like you owned the place—”

“I often do.” James puffed out his chest.

You let out a breathless laugh, dragging a hand down your face. “I slept with my competition.”

“Is that what we are?” he asked, one brow lifting.

You paused. “…Technically?”

He hummed, considering that. “…Unfortunate.”

You snorted. “That’s one way to put it.” Your gaze then flicked to him, to really looked at him now.

Not just the man.

The agent.

And his gaze did the same.

Assessing.

Understanding.

“…So,” you said slowly, crossing your arms. “What now?”

James tilted his head slightly. “Well,” he said, voice smooth again but softer now, more aware, “normally I’d say we compare notes.”

You raised a brow. “And?”

His gaze dropped just for a second then lifted again, something dangerously familiar flickering there.

“…But given recent events,” he continued, “I imagine that might complicate things.”

Your lips twitched. “Might?”

He stepped a little closer, hand grasping your chin gently, "I don’t suppose you’re willing to go again,” he said lightly.

“…Round three then?” you teased.

James paused then huffed a quiet laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You are going to be a problem,” he muttered.

You grinned. “Yeah,” you said. “But you liked me before you knew.”

His gaze met yours again and that didn’t change as his arm then wove around your hips gripping the towel. “…I still do,” he admitted.

"Good."