Welcome to the masterlist for all fanfic or fanfic related things by thevibraniumvoid. You can call me V! Here you'll find links to all of my fics, ranging from zero smut to a lot. All are marked accordingly. And I will NEVER write explicit content with an underage character so don't look for that here!
I do not write as much as I used to, but am known to be inspired from time to time. I mainly write for the MCU, especially Pietro Maximoff, but have dabbled in other fandoms.
MINORS DNI.
MARVEL
Pietro Maximoff Masterlist
Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Matt Murdock Masterlist
Billy Russo Masterlist
Strange Magic (Series - Complete)
description:Â stephen strange x witch!reader; youâre a powerful witch with a dark secret and stephen strange is determined to find out why youâre here.
STRANGER THINGS
Steve Harrington Masterlist
STAR WARS
Anakin Skywalker Masterlist
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER
Out of the Ashes (One Shot)Â |Â Part 2
description:Â prince zuko x fire bender!reader; childhood friends to lovers; you and zuko grew up together, but you havenât seen him since the agni kai with his father. one of the first things he does when he gets back to the fire nation is look for you.
TRIPLE FRONTIER
Benny Miller Masterlist
MY HERO ACADEMIA
Better Things To Look At (One Shot)
description:Â katsuki bakugo x reader; established relationship; comfort fic; youâre having some doubts about your worth so bakugo gives you some aggressive positivity to cheer you up.
LEWIS PULLMAN CHARACTERS
Rhett Abbott Masterlist
Todd Stevens Masterlist
Take It Slow
description: one shot; 18+ NSFW; after months of friendship and mutual pining, you and Bob have official started dating. his fears of hurting you have kept you from being intimate, but on your fourth date, you decide to finally give it a try.
Roses
description: one shot; FLUFF; you're a secretary at Hastings who has a secret love for science and a secret crush on Calvin. one day, you decide to be bold and gift him a jazz record.
"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,"
Alfred, Lord Tennyson: Tears, Idle Tears
âmy father is a boy and my mother is a girl so iâm mixedâ is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6â5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat
Summary: After sending some lewd photos to your navy boyfriend while he's a work, he comes home and fucks you senseless.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: MINORS DNI!! NSFW 18+! (dominant!brat tamer!Keefer, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, blowjob/face fucking, choking, spitting in mouth, spanking, dirty talk)
A/N: Idk dude I followed every impulsive thought that went through my brain writing this. Writing for Keefer has been another itch I've been meaning to scratch. He might have 5min of screentime, but there's something about him that drives me crazy. I need him. I apologize in advance.
You always liked to tease Keefer whenever you could. He was the perfect naval officer and Lieutenant, always pristine in his posture, hair, and attire. He took his work and presentation seriously and spoke with the precision of a talented writer. It was an attractive quality, but it also made pushing his buttons that much more fun. You liked watching him fray at the seams a little and seeing the fire beneath it all. Â
None of it would fly if it were anyone else. Aside from the camaraderie he had with the other sailors, there was a side to him that only you ever got to see. There was a trust and love that needed to be there for this work, the way it did. He was the cat, you were the bratty mouse, and you liked it that way.Â
One of your favorite things to do was send him pictures of yourself. Some were innocent selfies, while others were straight-up nudes. You did it a lot more when he was away at sea, just to torture him and make him miss you a little more. By the time he returned, he was a volcano ready to erupt and take you anyway he could just to release the pent-up energy from the past few months. The long distance was agony, but it had its perks.Â
Thomas was on shore duty now, which meant you had him all to yourselfâŠwhen he was home, at least. Youâd already been sending him flirty texts, but today you were feeling a little mischievous. So, you stripped naked and picked out one of Thomasâ crisp white shirts, draping it over your body. You went to the full-length mirror in your bedroom and sat down on your heels with your phone in hand. With the way you buttoned the shirt, your cleavage was on full display, and your pubic bone was peeking out, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. You took a few pictures, posing in ways that would let Keefer know just how naked you were beneath the fabric of his shirt. In one of them, you straight-up flashed the camera. When you were satisfied, you picked the best ones and sent them over with no remorse.Â
You sat on the edge of the bed, waiting with bated breath for his response. You watched the bubbles appear and disappear a few times as he typed a response, but chose to call you instead.Â
âAre you trying to get me in trouble, Y/N?â he demanded lowly.
He sounded so serious, but you could almost hear the smirk on his lips. It made your pulse quicken.
A giggle rumbled in your throat. âI donât know. Maybe.â
âYou didnât even hide them. Someone could have seen, you know? Youâre pushing it, Y/N.â
âOops.â
ââOopsâ? Thatâs all you have to say?â
âDid I look good? Did they get you hard?â you teased.
He huffed a breathy laugh. âYes, you look good, but Iâm a professional. I already told you that you canât send me naked pictures while Iâm on duty, Y/N.â
âWell, technically, I wasnât naked this time. I made sure to grab one of your shirts.â
Thomas hummed. âIt didnât exactly cover much, did it? Youâre lucky no one else saw, or else weâd have bigger problems. Youâre gonna get me in trouble, Y/N.â
âSo? You know you like them.â
ââSoâ?â Thomas scoffed, which turned into a dark chuckle. His next words were spoken low so only you could hear. âOkay, baby. Since you want to be a little slut for my attention, I expect you to be waiting for me in the living room when I get home. Keep that same shirt on and nothing else.â
The command sent a chill down your spine, and your pussy started to throb. Before you could respond, Thomas hung up the phone, leaving you in the silence of your bedroom that was already thick with tension.
Just like Keefer ordered, you waited on the living room couch for his arrival. You even went out of your way to spray on the perfume that he liked, including on the shirt itself. With every passing second, your pounding heart grew louder, and you were already aching between your legs. When you heard him pull up, you nearly bolted for the door, but stayed rooted to the spot. Tonight was not for warm greetings. Not yet.Â
You watched his shadow pass across the window. The doorknob jingled before the door swung inward. As soon as he stepped inside, Thomasâ gaze found yours. He was as well-kept and clean as he was before he left the house this morning, his hair barely touched by the breeze. If he was tired, you couldnât tell, because his blue eyes held a smoldering fire that pierced through you. It was a look you were familiar with, one that held lewd promises he meant to keep.Â
The faintest, smug smile curved Thomasâ lips as he locked the door and took slow, measured steps into the living room. You swallowed thickly as you eyed him from your seat, sitting on your heels against the cushions. He stopped a few feet before the coffee table and pointed at the floor in front of him.Â
âCome here.â
Without a single word, you rose from the couch and took the spot before him. Thomasâ smile was barely perceptible as he took you in with the intimidation of the naval Lieutenant that he was. He didnât touch you and kept his hands in his pockets, making you squirm. Even then, you bit your lip as you tried and failed to hide a shit-eating grin.
âSomething funny, Y/N?â he asked.
You shrugged.
âYou think teasing me at work is funny?â
You nodded. âYeah.â
He huffed, his smirk returning as he said, âGet on your knees.â
Your eyes flashed as heat skittered across your skin. Yet, despite wanting every second of what was about to happen, you werenât giving in without a fight.
âNo.â
Thomas raised his eyebrows. ââNoâ?â
âNo.â
Both of you stared each other down, his eyes narrowing into slits as you dared him to do something. In the end, you got your wish, because his hand flew out of his pocket and wrapped around your throat. You inhaled sharply in surprise. The action wasnât aggressive or painful; in fact, his touch was almost gentle. Almost. He lightly squeezed the sides of your neck, and a pleasurable moan fell from your lips.Â
Thomas leaned forward until his nose was practically touching yours, his breath fanning over your skin.
âThatâs what you wanted, huh? You like when Iâm rough, donât you?â he asked with an impish grin.
âMhmmm,â you replied with a nod.
âThen get on your knees,â he reiterated firmly.
He released your throat, and without another protest, you lowered yourself onto the rug dutifully. As you raised your eyes to meet his, Thomas looked down at you with dark intensity.
âOpen your mouth.â
You opened wide, deliberately sticking your tongue out. Thomas bent down and grabbed your jaw to spit in your mouth. You very openly swallowed and licked your lips as he watched you with a half-lidded gaze.
âGood girl,â he whispered.
He straightened, and with the sound of metal and leather, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He lowered the waistband just enough to slip his dick out and stroke himself. You licked your lips as it grew in size, becoming erect.
âSince you wanted to get me hard so badâŠIâm gonna need you to take care of this,â he said.
Despite being the one to give the orders, you could hear the slight restraint in his voice. Despite his composure, he wasnât unaffected by you or this moment.Â
Thomas held his dick in your direction, urging you forward.Â
âTake my cock in your mouth.â
With your bottom lip between your teeth, you took his dick in your hand. You worked him slowly, spreading precum down the shaft and carefully squeezing the base. You met his eyes, wanting to catch his reaction before taking him in your mouth. The muscle in his cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw to bite back a groan. It was all the more incentive to fuck him thoroughly with your mouth, licking, sucking, and moaning around his cock, making it harder for him to maintain composure. It turned you on.
âLook at you,â he uttered between grunts. âSucking my dick like the dirty slut you are. You want me to fuck your mouth?â
You nodded eagerly, giving a barely audible response. Thomas pushed your hair out of your face in a semi-affectionate way before grabbing the sides of your head and driving his cock into your mouth. The tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag with each thrust until there were tears in your eyes. It was filthy and primal. And it was then, in his pristine suit, that Thomas started to come undone as he fucked your mouth. A strand of his hair fell across his forehead, sweat glistened against his flushed skin, and his brow was furrowed with pleasure. To think a few pictures drove him to this, and now he was chasing release with your lips.
âFuck, youâre such a little slut for me, Y/N, letting me use you like this. You like it when I use you like a toy, huh?â
The only response you could give was a whimper, because yes, it drove you insane in the best way when he took advantage of you.
Eventually, Thomasâ deliberate movements grew sloppy as he neared his climax. With one last thrust, he let out a strangled moan, completely emptying his cum into your mouth. You swallowed each salty drop like you were starving, and when Thomas finally pulled out, you were a slobbering, tear-stained mess on the floor.Â
He stared at you for a long moment, chest heaving, before holding out his hand. You took it, letting him pull you to your feet. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your wet lips.
âGood girl,â he whispered, before kissing you.Â
It was harsh and ravenous, and after not kissing him for hours, you found yourself clinging to him for more. But he pulled away and smirked at the sight of you, disappointed and pouting.
âGo to the kitchen counter and bend over. Face down.â
You inhaled a shuddering breath as thrill shot through you once more. Without argument, you simply did as you were told and walked into the kitchen. You could feel Thomas boring his gaze into the back of your head as he followed closely behind. As soon as you reached the counter, you bent at the waist, resting your cheek against the cold marble with your hands splayed on either side of you. The white button-up lifted with the movement, exposing your ass and bare pussy. As if you werenât wet already, you were trembling with wanting and anticipation now.
You felt Thomasâ body heat as he approached from behind, hissing under his breath. He very slowly bunched up the shirt to your waist and traced his fingers down your spine and around the curve of your ass. It was languid and purposeful, sending goosebumps across your skin.
âYou like teasing me, donât you, baby? Does it turn you on, getting under my skin?â
He then gave your right cheek a light spank, making your breath hitch.Â
âA little bit,â you gasped.
âIs it because you like what I do to you after?â
He brushed his fingers through your soaking core, suppressing any coherent answer you might have given him. You instinctively moved your hips towards him, chasing the feeling.
âMhmmmm.â
Thomas chuckled. âYouâre soaking wet, Y/N, and Iâve barely touched you. Youâre just begging to be fucked.â
He unceremoniously inserted two digits inside you and curled them against the most sensitive spot within. A high-pitched whine fell from your lips as your hands tried grasping for something, but to no avail. He moved fast, plunging his fingers in and out of you. He built you up, your pleasure climbing higher, but then, just like that, Thomas stopped and removed them before you could reach the end. You gasped and looked over your shoulder at him angrily. He merely looked at you with that smug smile of his.
âIf I let you come, are you gonna be a good girl?â he asked.
At this point, you were desperate for release.
âYes,â you replied.
He raised his eyebrows. âYou promise?â
âYes. Yes, I promise!â
âThen stay down, baby.â
You pressed your cheek against the counter once more with your heart thrashing against your ribs. You were restless now and fidgeting in place. Thomas spread your legs wider and, with one hand on your ass, he pushed his dick completely into you to the hilt. The feeling of him stretching you and filling you made your head spin. He felt so perfect, so good, and he hadnât even moved yet. Youâd let him do anything to you now, undoubtedly.Â
âTom,â you whined.
Thomas groaned, unable to contain himself now. âFuck, baby.â
He proceeded to pound into you, fucking you into the counter until you were breathless. Your skin slapped with every thrust of his hips against yours, mixing with the wet sounds of his dick dragging in and out of your pussy. You were grateful for the sturdiness of the marble beneath you, which held you up as you turned into a puddle of euphoria. He took complete control of your body and pleasure, and as always, he knew exactly which buttons to push to make you utterly his.
Thomas spanked you one more time, the sting too good to handle.
âCome around my cock, Y/N. Give it to me.â
He moved harder and faster, pushing you towards your body-shaking orgasm. It hit you slowly and then all at once, until you were squeezing your eyes shut and involuntarily arching your back with a strangled cry. You came all over his dick as your walls clenched around him, and for the second time, Thomas came inside you, filling you up.
You were barely coming down, barely taking a breath, when he said,
âOne more.â
He bent over you, resting his hand beside yours while his other snaked down your belly, between your thighs. He found your swollen clit, and moved his fingers in tight, rapid circles. You moaned softly, still too sensitive from the last orgasm he gave you.
âWait, wait, waitâŠTomâŠOh my God.â
It wasnât a true protest, he knew that.
âOne more, baby,â he uttered against the shell of your ear. âIâm just giving you what you wanted.â
Thomas wrapped his left hand around your throat while keeping his relentless pace. He took pleasure in having you at his mercy and being able to touch you in ways nobody else could, and so did you. Before you knew it, your second orgasm overwhelmed you and then a third, because Lieutenant Thomas Keefer wanted you to fall apart in his hands completely.
You nearly collapsed against the counter and took deep, shaking breaths as you came down. Your legs were shaking, and you could hardly keep your eyes open from how blissed out you were. You felt Thomas brush your hair out of your face and finally opened your eyes to look at him. He was still smiling, but the fierceness in his blue eyes slowly softened.
âGood girl. You satisfied?â he teased.
You giggled. âYeah.â
âWell, we both know itâs only a matter of time before you do that again, but for nowâŠâ He leaned down and kissed you on the temple. âLetâs take a shower.â
Summary: After sending some lewd photos to your navy boyfriend while he's a work, he comes home and fucks you senseless.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: MINORS DNI!! NSFW 18+! (dominant!brat tamer!Keefer, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, blowjob/face fucking, choking, spitting in mouth, spanking, dirty talk)
A/N: Idk dude I followed every impulsive thought that went through my brain writing this. Writing for Keefer has been another itch I've been meaning to scratch. He might have 5min of screentime, but there's something about him that drives me crazy. I need him. I apologize in advance.
You always liked to tease Keefer whenever you could. He was the perfect naval officer and Lieutenant, always pristine in his posture, hair, and attire. He took his work and presentation seriously and spoke with the precision of a talented writer. It was an attractive quality, but it also made pushing his buttons that much more fun. You liked watching him fray at the seams a little and seeing the fire beneath it all. Â
None of it would fly if it were anyone else. Aside from the camaraderie he had with the other sailors, there was a side to him that only you ever got to see. There was a trust and love that needed to be there for this work, the way it did. He was the cat, you were the bratty mouse, and you liked it that way.Â
One of your favorite things to do was send him pictures of yourself. Some were innocent selfies, while others were straight-up nudes. You did it a lot more when he was away at sea, just to torture him and make him miss you a little more. By the time he returned, he was a volcano ready to erupt and take you anyway he could just to release the pent-up energy from the past few months. The long distance was agony, but it had its perks.Â
Thomas was on shore duty now, which meant you had him all to yourselfâŠwhen he was home, at least. Youâd already been sending him flirty texts, but today you were feeling a little mischievous. So, you stripped naked and picked out one of Thomasâ crisp white shirts, draping it over your body. You went to the full-length mirror in your bedroom and sat down on your heels with your phone in hand. With the way you buttoned the shirt, your cleavage was on full display, and your pubic bone was peeking out, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. You took a few pictures, posing in ways that would let Keefer know just how naked you were beneath the fabric of his shirt. In one of them, you straight-up flashed the camera. When you were satisfied, you picked the best ones and sent them over with no remorse.Â
You sat on the edge of the bed, waiting with bated breath for his response. You watched the bubbles appear and disappear a few times as he typed a response, but chose to call you instead.Â
âAre you trying to get me in trouble, Y/N?â he demanded lowly.
He sounded so serious, but you could almost hear the smirk on his lips. It made your pulse quicken.
A giggle rumbled in your throat. âI donât know. Maybe.â
âYou didnât even hide them. Someone could have seen, you know? Youâre pushing it, Y/N.â
âOops.â
ââOopsâ? Thatâs all you have to say?â
âDid I look good? Did they get you hard?â you teased.
He huffed a breathy laugh. âYes, you look good, but Iâm a professional. I already told you that you canât send me naked pictures while Iâm on duty, Y/N.â
âWell, technically, I wasnât naked this time. I made sure to grab one of your shirts.â
Thomas hummed. âIt didnât exactly cover much, did it? Youâre lucky no one else saw, or else weâd have bigger problems. Youâre gonna get me in trouble, Y/N.â
âSo? You know you like them.â
ââSoâ?â Thomas scoffed, which turned into a dark chuckle. His next words were spoken low so only you could hear. âOkay, baby. Since you want to be a little slut for my attention, I expect you to be waiting for me in the living room when I get home. Keep that same shirt on and nothing else.â
The command sent a chill down your spine, and your pussy started to throb. Before you could respond, Thomas hung up the phone, leaving you in the silence of your bedroom that was already thick with tension.
Just like Keefer ordered, you waited on the living room couch for his arrival. You even went out of your way to spray on the perfume that he liked, including on the shirt itself. With every passing second, your pounding heart grew louder, and you were already aching between your legs. When you heard him pull up, you nearly bolted for the door, but stayed rooted to the spot. Tonight was not for warm greetings. Not yet.Â
You watched his shadow pass across the window. The doorknob jingled before the door swung inward. As soon as he stepped inside, Thomasâ gaze found yours. He was as well-kept and clean as he was before he left the house this morning, his hair barely touched by the breeze. If he was tired, you couldnât tell, because his blue eyes held a smoldering fire that pierced through you. It was a look you were familiar with, one that held lewd promises he meant to keep.Â
The faintest, smug smile curved Thomasâ lips as he locked the door and took slow, measured steps into the living room. You swallowed thickly as you eyed him from your seat, sitting on your heels against the cushions. He stopped a few feet before the coffee table and pointed at the floor in front of him.Â
âCome here.â
Without a single word, you rose from the couch and took the spot before him. Thomasâ smile was barely perceptible as he took you in with the intimidation of the naval Lieutenant that he was. He didnât touch you and kept his hands in his pockets, making you squirm. Even then, you bit your lip as you tried and failed to hide a shit-eating grin.
âSomething funny, Y/N?â he asked.
You shrugged.
âYou think teasing me at work is funny?â
You nodded. âYeah.â
He huffed, his smirk returning as he said, âGet on your knees.â
Your eyes flashed as heat skittered across your skin. Yet, despite wanting every second of what was about to happen, you werenât giving in without a fight.
âNo.â
Thomas raised his eyebrows. ââNoâ?â
âNo.â
Both of you stared each other down, his eyes narrowing into slits as you dared him to do something. In the end, you got your wish, because his hand flew out of his pocket and wrapped around your throat. You inhaled sharply in surprise. The action wasnât aggressive or painful; in fact, his touch was almost gentle. Almost. He lightly squeezed the sides of your neck, and a pleasurable moan fell from your lips.Â
Thomas leaned forward until his nose was practically touching yours, his breath fanning over your skin.
âThatâs what you wanted, huh? You like when Iâm rough, donât you?â he asked with an impish grin.
âMhmmm,â you replied with a nod.
âThen get on your knees,â he reiterated firmly.
He released your throat, and without another protest, you lowered yourself onto the rug dutifully. As you raised your eyes to meet his, Thomas looked down at you with dark intensity.
âOpen your mouth.â
You opened wide, deliberately sticking your tongue out. Thomas bent down and grabbed your jaw to spit in your mouth. You very openly swallowed and licked your lips as he watched you with a half-lidded gaze.
âGood girl,â he whispered.
He straightened, and with the sound of metal and leather, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He lowered the waistband just enough to slip his dick out and stroke himself. You licked your lips as it grew in size, becoming erect.
âSince you wanted to get me hard so badâŠIâm gonna need you to take care of this,â he said.
Despite being the one to give the orders, you could hear the slight restraint in his voice. Despite his composure, he wasnât unaffected by you or this moment.Â
Thomas held his dick in your direction, urging you forward.Â
âTake my cock in your mouth.â
With your bottom lip between your teeth, you took his dick in your hand. You worked him slowly, spreading precum down the shaft and carefully squeezing the base. You met his eyes, wanting to catch his reaction before taking him in your mouth. The muscle in his cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw to bite back a groan. It was all the more incentive to fuck him thoroughly with your mouth, licking, sucking, and moaning around his cock, making it harder for him to maintain composure. It turned you on.
âLook at you,â he uttered between grunts. âSucking my dick like the dirty slut you are. You want me to fuck your mouth?â
You nodded eagerly, giving a barely audible response. Thomas pushed your hair out of your face in a semi-affectionate way before grabbing the sides of your head and driving his cock into your mouth. The tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag with each thrust until there were tears in your eyes. It was filthy and primal. And it was then, in his pristine suit, that Thomas started to come undone as he fucked your mouth. A strand of his hair fell across his forehead, sweat glistened against his flushed skin, and his brow was furrowed with pleasure. To think a few pictures drove him to this, and now he was chasing release with your lips.
âFuck, youâre such a little slut for me, Y/N, letting me use you like this. You like it when I use you like a toy, huh?â
The only response you could give was a whimper, because yes, it drove you insane in the best way when he took advantage of you.
Eventually, Thomasâ deliberate movements grew sloppy as he neared his climax. With one last thrust, he let out a strangled moan, completely emptying his cum into your mouth. You swallowed each salty drop like you were starving, and when Thomas finally pulled out, you were a slobbering, tear-stained mess on the floor.Â
He stared at you for a long moment, chest heaving, before holding out his hand. You took it, letting him pull you to your feet. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your wet lips.
âGood girl,â he whispered, before kissing you.Â
It was harsh and ravenous, and after not kissing him for hours, you found yourself clinging to him for more. But he pulled away and smirked at the sight of you, disappointed and pouting.
âGo to the kitchen counter and bend over. Face down.â
You inhaled a shuddering breath as thrill shot through you once more. Without argument, you simply did as you were told and walked into the kitchen. You could feel Thomas boring his gaze into the back of your head as he followed closely behind. As soon as you reached the counter, you bent at the waist, resting your cheek against the cold marble with your hands splayed on either side of you. The white button-up lifted with the movement, exposing your ass and bare pussy. As if you werenât wet already, you were trembling with wanting and anticipation now.
You felt Thomasâ body heat as he approached from behind, hissing under his breath. He very slowly bunched up the shirt to your waist and traced his fingers down your spine and around the curve of your ass. It was languid and purposeful, sending goosebumps across your skin.
âYou like teasing me, donât you, baby? Does it turn you on, getting under my skin?â
He then gave your right cheek a light spank, making your breath hitch.Â
âA little bit,â you gasped.
âIs it because you like what I do to you after?â
He brushed his fingers through your soaking core, suppressing any coherent answer you might have given him. You instinctively moved your hips towards him, chasing the feeling.
âMhmmmm.â
Thomas chuckled. âYouâre soaking wet, Y/N, and Iâve barely touched you. Youâre just begging to be fucked.â
He unceremoniously inserted two digits inside you and curled them against the most sensitive spot within. A high-pitched whine fell from your lips as your hands tried grasping for something, but to no avail. He moved fast, plunging his fingers in and out of you. He built you up, your pleasure climbing higher, but then, just like that, Thomas stopped and removed them before you could reach the end. You gasped and looked over your shoulder at him angrily. He merely looked at you with that smug smile of his.
âIf I let you come, are you gonna be a good girl?â he asked.
At this point, you were desperate for release.
âYes,â you replied.
He raised his eyebrows. âYou promise?â
âYes. Yes, I promise!â
âThen stay down, baby.â
You pressed your cheek against the counter once more with your heart thrashing against your ribs. You were restless now and fidgeting in place. Thomas spread your legs wider and, with one hand on your ass, he pushed his dick completely into you to the hilt. The feeling of him stretching you and filling you made your head spin. He felt so perfect, so good, and he hadnât even moved yet. Youâd let him do anything to you now, undoubtedly.Â
âTom,â you whined.
Thomas groaned, unable to contain himself now. âFuck, baby.â
He proceeded to pound into you, fucking you into the counter until you were breathless. Your skin slapped with every thrust of his hips against yours, mixing with the wet sounds of his dick dragging in and out of your pussy. You were grateful for the sturdiness of the marble beneath you, which held you up as you turned into a puddle of euphoria. He took complete control of your body and pleasure, and as always, he knew exactly which buttons to push to make you utterly his.
Thomas spanked you one more time, the sting too good to handle.
âCome around my cock, Y/N. Give it to me.â
He moved harder and faster, pushing you towards your body-shaking orgasm. It hit you slowly and then all at once, until you were squeezing your eyes shut and involuntarily arching your back with a strangled cry. You came all over his dick as your walls clenched around him, and for the second time, Thomas came inside you, filling you up.
You were barely coming down, barely taking a breath, when he said,
âOne more.â
He bent over you, resting his hand beside yours while his other snaked down your belly, between your thighs. He found your swollen clit, and moved his fingers in tight, rapid circles. You moaned softly, still too sensitive from the last orgasm he gave you.
âWait, wait, waitâŠTomâŠOh my God.â
It wasnât a true protest, he knew that.
âOne more, baby,â he uttered against the shell of your ear. âIâm just giving you what you wanted.â
Thomas wrapped his left hand around your throat while keeping his relentless pace. He took pleasure in having you at his mercy and being able to touch you in ways nobody else could, and so did you. Before you knew it, your second orgasm overwhelmed you and then a third, because Lieutenant Thomas Keefer wanted you to fall apart in his hands completely.
You nearly collapsed against the counter and took deep, shaking breaths as you came down. Your legs were shaking, and you could hardly keep your eyes open from how blissed out you were. You felt Thomas brush your hair out of your face and finally opened your eyes to look at him. He was still smiling, but the fierceness in his blue eyes slowly softened.
âGood girl. You satisfied?â he teased.
You giggled. âYeah.â
âWell, we both know itâs only a matter of time before you do that again, but for nowâŠâ He leaned down and kissed you on the temple. âLetâs take a shower.â
