Boxing Lessons Tom is giving you boxing lessons for the first time and ends up being more into your physique than your techniques.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Includes: Smut, DaddyKink!Tom, Rough!Tom
I stood behind Tom with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him swiftly punch at the speed bag. Well, I had my eyes more on his bare back, watching his muscles tensing and relaxing over and over again, something to bite my lip over. He dropped his arms to his sides as he threw his head back, catching his breath.
He turned to me once he did. “Your turn.”
“You don’t expect me to be that fast the first time, now do you?” I asked with a single raised brow.
He chuckled, taking his water from my hands, “no, but I want you to try.” I fixed the wrap on my hands as I walked over to it. “Can you reach it, Y/N?” He teased.
I looked back, shooting him a nasty look as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “Yes.” I turned back and quickly began imitating his movement, just not punching it as fast.
“There you go. You’re doing great, darling!” He encouraged me as my arms quickly grew tired.
“Can I stop? My arms aren’t gonna hold up much longer.”
He laughed, stepping close behind me. “Keep going.” His hands hovered under my arms, making sure they wouldn’t fall.
“Thirty more seconds, I know you can.”
“Honestly, you suck. You really, really, really suck.”
“You wanted to learn how to box.” I rolled my eyes knowing he’s right and pushed myself to get through the last of it. “Alright, that’s it.” I dropped my arms by my sides and leaned into him. He draped his arm around my neck, “you’re great. A few more times on that and you’ll begin to get used to it.”
“The punching bag. I can show you some techniques.”
“Mmm… okay.” I nod my head as got off of him. We walked over to the punching bag he managed to install when he first moved in. I stood in front of it, “show me the technique.” I told him as he put water bottle down on to the nearby bench press.
He walked back to me, standing behind me with a hand on my waist. “So, you’re gonna want to put this foot forward.” He grabbed my bare thigh, pushing it outward, “and your legs gotta be spread apart a bit past shoulder width.” He muttered, pressing himself a bit into my backside.
I moved my leg out, “like this?”
“Good. Now, bring your hands up just above your shoulders.” I did as he told me. “Now, stand as straight as you can.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.
“I’m not standing straight already?”
“Almost.” I straightened out, ‘accidentally’ pressing myself into him. “Perfect,” he muttered to me before sighing. He cleared his throat, “this is a, uh… basic stance.”
“It’s the best stance for punching. Give it a try.” I jabbed a few times at the punching bag. He grinned, “you’re a natural.”
“So, what’s next?”
“If you put your hands up by your temples with enough room to see your opponent past your hands,” I followed along, moving in to the position he said, “this is a high stance, so that once you’ve closed the space between the two of you, you can use this to block their hits that’ll be coming towards your face. You want them to hit the lower parts of your arms. But you’ve gotta be careful now because all of this,” he ran his hand over my torso, “is exposed to be hit.”
I looked back at him, “so, what’s the stance called where you’re up against me and copping a feel?”
He laughed, “the you-look-great-in-this-sports-bra-and-shorts-and-I-can’t-help-myself stance.”
I turned around around to him leaving little space between us as I unraveled the wrap from my hand. “Maybe I could show you some of my techniques since you can’t help yourself so much.”
I let the wraps fall to the floor as he smirked at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you’ve got, baby girl.”
I fold my arm around his neck, my hand snaking it’s way to the back of his hair. I pulled him down into a deep kiss. He held onto either of my hips, pulling me into his hardening member. My free hand untied the string on his gym short and looped my fingers into the band making his kisses a bit more aggressive. I took my hand from the band, slowly wandering over his lower stomach.
He bit down on my lip and tugged on it gently, turning me on. He brought his lips back to mine, bringing his hand over my ass to squeeze it. In one swift movement, his big hand smacked my ass causing me to moan against his lips. I could feel a slight smile on his as we kissed. His hand moved from my butt to between my legs, rubbing me over the thin cloth of my shorts.
I brought my lips to his neck, kissing his most sensitive spots and swiping my tongue over the skin, listening to the soft groans escape his lips as his fingers worked a little faster.
I kissed down his toned chest and torso, slowly bringing myself down to my knees. His hand moving up my body as I moved before resting on the side of my neck. I kissed his hip bones as I slipped off his shorts, agonizingly slow and let them fall to the floor. I dragged my hands against his hard length being held down by the band of his boxers. I plant gentle kisses to his cock over the cloth, keeping my eyes up on him.
Tom bit down on his bottom lip, watching me tease him. I hooked my hands in to the band on his boxers, allowing his long cock to spring free. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back the grin, but failing miserably.
“You like what you see, baby?” He questioned a bit of laughter in his voice.
“Absolutely, daddy.” He grinned, hearing that name.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I placed my tongue on the base, licking my way to the tip before slowly taking him in my mouth as much as I could and pumping the rest in my hand. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand, pushing farther down onto his cock. His control turning me on immensely.
“That’s it, baby.”
I placed my hands on his hips as he pushed down nearly his entire length. I moaned over him and brought one of my hand to his balls, cupping and gently squeezing them. He threw his head back, his breathing heavier as he still held me down on him, quickly thrusting into my mouth making my eyes water. I pushed myself off of him, catching my breath.
“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, “you always do that so well, darling.” He pushed the free strands of hair off my face with his free hand and wiped away the tears down my cheeks.
I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him up and down quickly. I slid my other hand down into my own pants, gently rubbing my clit. He watched me touch myself and him as he muttered, “fuck.”
I licked the precum from his tip and lips fell apart as he ran his fingers through his lose curls. I bit down on my bottom lips, innocently looking up at him. He cupped his hand beneath my chin and I stood. He pulled my hand from my shorts and yanked them down to my thighs, his fingers sliding over my slit before pushing past my lips and thrusting his middle finger into my core as his thumb rubbed over my clit. His lips kissed my neck as he pushed me back, stepping out the shorts pooled at his feet until my back hit the cold mirror wall.
Tom pushed the shorts all the way off my legs and kicked them aside. He slipped in a second finger, thrusting his fingers quicker.
“Like that, baby.” I moaned out, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
He smirked, pulling his fingers out from my core, bringing them to my lip, “taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, I took his long fingers into my mouth and slowly gliding my tongue along them. “You are so sexy, Y/N.” He muttered, pulling out of my mouth and replacing it with his lips.
Tom grabbed at my thighs, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. His grabbed his cock, placing self at the entrance of my core.
“How badly do you want me, darling?” He questioned against my lips.
“Beg for it.”
“I want you to fuck me so badly, daddy, please…” I kissed him, “please.” With that, he thrust into me with all the force he could. I let out a loud moan.
“Like that?” He pressed his forehead to mine.
He continued thrusting into me with all the power, his hand snaked to pussy and he began quickly rubbing my clit. I could tell he already wanted to cum the way he touched me, leaving me a moaning mess as he groaned.
He stopped thrusting and looked at me with raised brows. “Who?” He teased, pulling himself out of my pussy.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he rubbed his cock between my lips and against my nub.
“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, taking my hand off the back of his head and holding it over my head.
He slipped inside of me with ease, thrusting a bit slower than before. His hand held my arm tightly above head as my walls clenched around him, he growled a deep, “fuck.”
I could feel the heat, building up inside of me as my breathing turned into panting as he brought me closer to the edge. He brought his thumb back to my clit, noticing how needy I had become. My free hand grabbed at his bicep, digging my nails into it and feeling it flex repeatedly as he rubbed my sensitive nub. I began bucking my hips into his and pulling him closer to me with my legs.
“Look at me when you cum, baby girl.” He whispered to me.
Those words did it for me. I looked up at him like he wanted as my nerves unraveled and slew of curse words slipped from my lips. My toes curled and my eyes fell shut from the immense pleasure. I let go of his waist, sliding down against the mirror to my knees. Tom let go of my wrist and I wrapped my hand around his cock as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass as his hand rest on my cheek, rubbing the bottom of my lip of my mouth that I left open for him.
I pumped his cock as his breathing became heavier and grunts and moans left his lips. His hand moved to the back of my ponytail, tightly gripping my hair before he came. His warm cum made it’s way into and around my mouth. He caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he watched me swallow his cum.
“Fuck,” he chuckled, “you’re such a good girl.” I stood up on my slightly trembling legs and leaned into him. He rest his forehead on mine instead of the mirror. “We’ll have to finish sessions like this from here on out.” He suggested as he grabbed my ass.
I laughed, “we didn’t even get to finish the lesson, Tom.”
“There’s always next time to pick up where we left off. Now, how about we head upstairs for a shower?” I smirked and nod my head, knowing he’d be up for a round two.
Summary: The reader is head over heels in love with Bucky, but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. The way Bucky feels about her is obvious to everyone BUT her. Thanks to some convincing from Tony and Steve, things are pushed into action.
Author’s note: SMUTTTT! This one is long, but it’s jam packed full of smut! I hope you guys enjoy my first marvel imagine:) also!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!
You were currently sitting in Tony’s office with Steve, the three of you sitting at one table. Pinching the bridge of your nose you said, “ Boys I don’t know how much longer I can talk about the next mission”.
Instantly Tony smirked, and you prepared yourself for a very sarcastic comment. Tony pouted, “ You’re just upset your favorite soldier isn’t here”. You felt a blush creep over your cheeks but you tried to play it cool.
Shrugging your shoulders you said, “ Maybe all this planning is getting to you too, Steve is right next to you”. Tony laughed, it was a valiant effort on your part but he knew you too well.
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“I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend…I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend…” ― Neil Gaiman, Brief Lives
(Still no smut!
Do you guys even want me to continue? I’m unsure at the moment. Let me know what you think, please! Thank you!)
Warnings: 18+, knife play, gun play
I push myself up onto my elbows and look at James, who closed the door in the meantime and is now eying me like I’m his prey. Even though I’m still fully clothed and he isn’t even touching me, I feel exposed and violative. That’s just a talent he has. This unreadable, stern and concentrated winter soldier look that makes every single person I know feel small and terrified. This time there is lust mixed into it though.
I sit up, because laying on the mattress feels awkward, but James shakes his head. The action was barely noticeable, only a small movement to the left and then to the right. I carefully lay down again, my chest rising and falling quickly. He didn’t like that. None of us say a word, the silence making me feel uneasy and nervous. The air seems so thick and heavy with arousal, I feel like I could cut through it.
He’s still controlling himself, but in a different way than yesterday for example. His actions still are well reconsidered, but he isn’t tense anymore.
I glance at him for a second, but immediately settle with staring at the ceiling again when I meet his cold stare. The bedsheets are chilly on my hot body, the contrast almost too much for my senses. I swallow the lump in my throat, waiting for him to make a move. Nervously curling up into a ball, I’m once again stopped by him shaking his head. He reacts the same when I place my hands onto my stomach and cross my legs to feel less vulnerable, only leaving me the option to lay spread out on the bed.
After what feels like hours of him staring at me and me not daring to even push some strands of hair out of my face, he suddenly starts walking around the bed, the unexpected movement causing me to flinch. He saunters towards the windows and stays there for a while, just staring out into the night. As I lift my head to glance at his body, I can’t help but think about scratching my nails down his muscular back as he’s laying on top of me. I clench my jaw, immediately pushing the thought to the side to prevent myself from moaning loudly. How can he be this calm in this situation?! I’m over here, wet and ready to go and he’s just decides to stand there and wait.
Just as I’m about to call out to him though, he turns around again and takes off the mask. He neatly places it onto the settee at the end of the bed and licks his lips slowly, before leaning forwards, bracing his arms on the footboard. He tilts his head to the left and smirks, shamelessly checking out my body. James grabs his dagger again and I take a sharp breath in, nervously moving my legs.
He struts towards the left side of the bed and spins the knife in his hand twice, before he kneels down next to my body, trailing the blade up my bare legs. First the left, then the right one, over my shorts and to the hem of my shirt, leaving goosebumps in its wake. We both look at each other for a second, him silently asking for permission. I nod once and gasp when he makes quick work of the shoulder straps, just to trail the dagger down way too slow, making me whine when the cold steel touches my stomach. James holds onto the fabric and then moves the knife upwards, slicing right through it like it’s nothing. I marvel at how sharp it is, too aroused, to be sad about my torn shirt. When he cut the collar, he continues moving the blade upwards, over my throat and to my chin, tilting my head back. He clenches his jaw, groaning sinfully when I hiss.
I closed my eyes, as soon as the point of the knife lightly touched my skin, so it comes as a surprise when he starts tracing along the edges of my bra with his cold metal hand. I flinch once again and my nipples harden, now visible through the thin material of my bra. My hands instinctively shoot up hoping to touch and pull him down to me, but he’s faster, standing up again, pulling my damaged shirt from my body to throw it onto the ground and walking back to where he was before. I’m out of breath, incredibly turned on and my body aches to be touched by him.
“James, please,” I breathe, my right hand coming up to my breasts to get at least some friction. I must sound desperate but I don’t care anymore. I need him. Now. The second I touch the soft material of my bra and feel the hardened bud, a dull noise behind my head startles me. As I open my eyes, look back and see a blade sticking in the wooden headboard, I immediately remove my hands. Holy shit.
“Do not touch yourself without my permission,” he commands, pointing a metal finger at me. I take a sharp breath in and nod frantically. Knowing that this isn’t enough for him, he wants a verbal answer, I clear my throat and breathe out a “Yes, okay okay,” grabbing hold of the bedsheets.
Pleased by my reply, James nods and runs a hand through his hair, down until he reaches the collar of his shirt. He grabs it and pulls it off of his body in one swift movement, the action making me still and stare at his muscular torso. Over his neck, to his chest and down his abs to the v and the small trail of hair. There are scars all over him.
From the second I’ve seen him shirtless for the first time, I’ve loved them. To me, they are a sign of how strong he is, physically and mentally. Contrary to him, I consider them as beautiful and even sexy, but Bucky doesn’t share that opinion. He thinks they’re ugly, especially the one connecting the metal arm to his shoulder. I hate that he thinks like this, so every time I got the chance, I kiss his scars and try helping him to love his body. I hope that one day he’ll see.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I lick my lips at how dangerously low his jeans are hanging on his hips, held up by a black leather belt.
James lays down the shirt and smoothes out the material multiple times. I scream inwardly. This man has me laying on his bed, ready to do anything for him, yet he’s paying more attention to his fucking shirt! He folds in the right side, once again ensuring there are no wrinkles in it and does the same to the left side, after observing the fabric for a good minute. He’s a tidy person, sure, but there is absolutely no doubt that this is mainly meant to drive me crazy. And it’s working!
He folds the shirt in half and sets it down next to the mask, averting his contemplative gaze to look at me once again. I meet his glare and once again try to speed up this whole foreplay by whispering “Please.” James, however, is not at all affected by my pleading.
He finally returns to the side of the bed and I just can’t contain myself anymore. I know he’s going to keep up this torturous pace, which I can no longer endure, so I roll onto my stomach and push myself up onto all fours, crawling towards him. He reacts in less then a second, resulting in me staring right into the barrel of his SIG Sauer.
“I don’t remember allowing you to move. Lay down again,” he mutters. I sit back onto my legs, with no intention of doing what he said. My heart is racing now, I’m sweating, and looking at the gun in front of my face only worsens these reactions. “Doll,” he warns again, stepping closer. I back off a few centimeters, the pistol now close to my face. I wonder if it’s loaded.
Even though he sounds angry, there is a smirk tugging on his perfect lips. His pupils are dilated and I grin when I realize that he enjoys it. My grin widens when an idea crosses my mind. As fast as I can, I grab James’ right hand, which is holding the gun, and lean forward to lick the underside of the weapon.
Songs:Before you start your day-Twenty One Pilots.
Imagine-Damon accidentally sees you in your ballgown and his feelings for you grow stronger. He doesn’t want you to wear the dress he’s scared of all the male attention you’ll be getting.
“Please I can’t breathe in this dress can we hurry up?“you managed to choke out to your friend Caroline.
"Well now your going to have to wear it for abit longer, I can adjust it so that you can breathe"Caroline tutted as she searched her bag.
"What are you looking for?"you sighed.
"Scissors and some more thread, i think I left it at my house, don’t move"Caroline instructed.
"Trust me I won’t move, because I physically can’t move!"you exclaimed as she left your house.
"Great what am I supposed to do now"you mumbled.
You heard your front door open and close again.
"Wow that was quick"you nodded impressed with your best friend.
It wasn’t Caroline that appeared at the door, it was Damon.
"You know I’m seriously regretting letting you in, is there anyway that I can block you from coming into my house when you want? Is there a button I can press or something?"you rolled your eyes.
"Nice to see you too y/n, Have you seen Stef-woah y/n what are you wearing"Damon’s eyes widened.
"I know I don’t like it either"you grumbled.
Damon’s mouth fell open, and his eyes wouldn’t leave yours.
"You can’t wear that to the ball"Damon insisted.
"Why can’t I?"you pouted.
"I hate it that’s why!"he shrugged.
"Oh I’m definitely wearing this dress now"you smirked.
Damon glared at you before disappearing.
3 hours later.
"Wow y/n is that really you?"Bonnie winked.
You grinned in response and pulled your friend into a hug.
The hall had become crowded and you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You spun around and your head fell to the side. A smile plastered on your face.
"Well if it isn’t Mr.Salvatore himself would you like to dance?"you curtsied.
Stefan nodded after bowing in front of you.
"You look so different y/n, a good different"he nodded.
"Why Thankyou, stef-
You didn’t have a chance to finish your sentence because you were being dragged away by the other Salvatore.
"Damon, what in the world are you doing?"you slammed the door behind you.
He stood on the other side of the empty room, running his hands through his hair. He was stressed.
"What is wrong with you, your acting so strange?"you narrowed your eyes at him. Seeing him like this amused you.
"I told you not to wear it"Damon said bluntly.
"And I chose to ignore you big deal, what’s so bad about the dress?"you frowned.
"It’s not the dress it’s you, your too pretty"Damon exclaimed.
A smile made its way onto your face.
"That’s why you didn’t give me a chance to dance with Stefan, I’m too pretty what I’m so baffled?"you asked confused.
"Y/n, you should of seen the look on those guys faces when they saw you"Damon said angrily.
"Wait…Your jealous, your jealous because you like me?"your eyes widened with realization and butterflies filled your stomach.
"No I’m not, I don’t like you"He replied quickly.
"It’s just that your making Elena look bad"Damon added immediately trying to cover his tracks.
Again, you narrowed your eyes at the Vampire.
"Okay then, I’ll change my clothes. After I dance, I’m in the dancing mood"you smirked as you twirled in front of Damon. This caused his heart to go crazy.
You didn’t make it to the door, when you spun around to leave you found that Damon was already standing there.
"Okay I don’t like you, I love you now please just dance here with me?"Damon finally confessed.
You bit your lip and nodded. Taking Damon’s hands into yours.