goddam good


“What say you?”

For @hysterekial, who asked me to post this separately, but I wasn’t really happy with that one, so I made a new set, including one with the same crop. 

Sex Bomb (Smut)


Request:  Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?

Word Count: 2,217

Sex Bomb

“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn whined at me.

I was holding another dress up in front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Soon babe, I promise” I assured him.

He stuck his tongue out at me, obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.

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Steve Rogers x Reader

SMUT 🔥 [ Red (My muse kisses your muse in the middle of a heated argument) ]  

I didn’t read the final form so if you see an error or something stupid, let me know and I’ll fix it. :)

Gifs are not mine. 

And sorry for looong wait. 

Tags: @isaidtobehave  @captainamericasbeautifulbutt  @morgan5113 @panic-angel3314 @kkshawty6 @imboredrn

After the Ultron fiasco, Tony Stark decided he needed to retrieve from the whole avenging thing. Thus the new avengers moved out from the tower and settled a base in their new facility in upstate New York.
As much as you respected Steve and his leading skills, he got on your nerves a little too much. Since you both joined the avengers all those years ago, there has been a thick tension between you two. No one could be sure if you wanted to murder each other or rip each other’s’ clothes off. Honestly, it was both sometimes.

You were tolerating each other just fine until one day he assigned you to train with him.

You were a spectacular fighter and an assassin but he was an enhanced soldier! What the hell is he thinking? Is he going to kill me and cover it by ‘self-defense’ or something? Your mind raced with these irrational questions as you stormed into the gym where you knew Steve would be punching the life out of a sandbag.

His head turned your way when he heard you slam the doors open and prepared himself for the shitstorm you were about to give him.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” you fumed.

“(Y/N) calm down.”

“Oh I’m calm Rogers!” snapped right back.

“Are you aware that I’m a human?

Why in the hell would you assign me with you? So you can crush my bones?

Why can’t I keep training with Natasha?”

You quickly and loudly exclaimed, your hands on your hips and your face red with anger.

“I know you’re a wayward asshole but this is a little too much.”


“Your punches destroy those giant sandbags. What do you think they’re gonna do to me?”


“Don’t (Y/N) me Rogers!”

“(Y/N) listen to me for a second!” he tried to reason, as calm as he could but you were not shutting your mouth. He listened to your rants a few more moments with a clenched jaw and his arms crossed.

Finally he rolled his eyes, let out a growl out of frustration 

as he leaned forward to pull you towards him and kiss you, so he could shut you up.

You were shocked at first but you quickly returned the passionate, hard kiss. One of his hands went to the back of your head as the other went to your waist. You slammed you right hand on his chest as you took a breath and kissed him again, this time deepening the kiss.

He moaned into your mouth as your tongues battled for dominance. Your fingers curled on his shirt, holding tight like you don’t want to let him go. When his hand drifted south, to squeeze your ass, you broke the kiss with a gasp.

He looked at you with eyes so dark that you shivered. 

You could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. You tilted your head up and smirked at him.

At an instant you were pressed against the gym wall with Steve holding your wrists above your head. You kissed harshly, all teeth and tongue as you pulled Steve closer with your legs wrapped around his waist. You could feel his painfully hard bulge against your clothed core but you bit back your moans. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

You moved your hips to grind to him. He let out a whiny moan and let go off your wrists to take his shirt off. You took a long moment to appreciate the sight in front of you.

He leaned towards you again to capture your lips in a fevered kiss. You snaked your hand into his sweatpants and took his erection in your hand. His breath hitched as you pumped him slowly and he started kissing your neck. After a while you jumped off of him and dropped to your knees. Steve watched you as you pulled his pants down his legs. You wasted no time to take his fascinatingly big dick in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could, while holding eye contact with him. Then you let him out with a wet ‘pop’.

You swirled your tongue around the head as you wrapped your hand at the bottom of his shaft. You started bobbing your head while your hand pumps slowly, your other hand on his balls. Occasionally you took him deeper in your mouth and traced his veins with your tongue.

He tangled his hand in your hair started fucking your mouth, pushing deep.

Finally you felt him twitch in your mouth and his balls clenched. You took him as deep as you can and sucked.

“Fuck (Y/N)! I’m… AH!” he rambled before he shut his eyes close and spill his load down your throat.

You licked him clean and stood up. He was gasping for air. You looked him in the eye as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

Steve let out a deep breath before he pulled you against him by the waist. And he kissed you. Less angry, but more passionate. The ache between your legs was unbearable by now. You moaned and rolled your hips. He got the message and walked you back until your legs hit the edge of the bench press and you sat down.

Steve dropped down to pull your pants and underwear down your legs as you discarded your shirt. He put one of your legs on his shoulder as you laid down, careful not to hit your head to the barbell.

Steve bit your inner thigh before he quickly went to lick your folds. You gasped and arched your back for the long-waited touch. Your breathing was fast and your skin was on fire. Your anger towards the soldier faded with each expert lap of his tongue on your clit.

You winded your hand in through his hair and Steve looked up at you. He locked his gaze with you as he inserted 2 fingers inside you. While curled and pumped them, he could feel his dick harden again. He sucked harder on your clit as his fingers stroked you g-spot.

You came hard and fast, screaming his name as you tilted your head back. Your mouth was open and your legs were shaking as Steve licked what you had to offer. Then he stood and hovered over you. He aligned his member with you and pushed in.

You let out a long, loud moan as Steve hissed and panted. He braced himself by holding the barbell from above. 

His muscles contracted beautifully, bringing out his well sculpted body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and started tracing his abs and chest with your nails.

Steve was pumping in and out of you slowly because he knew you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm. But he couldn’t hold himself back any longer and his movements got harder. His knuckles were white from holding the bar tightly. Sweat covered his body, making him glisten in the light.

 You pushed yourself up slightly to kiss down his neck. You bit a mark on his collarbone. He braced himself on one hand as the other went to your back, to hold you to him. You lifted your left leg higher to take more of him. Steve pounded deep and fast and your moans filled the gym, echoing off the walls.

“Steve. OH Steve I’m gon.. Ah”

You couldn’t finish your words as your walls clenched around Steve’s shaft, an orgasm taking the both of you. Steve coated your walls with his cum as you screamed with pleasure.

After Steve pulled out, his legs gave out. He stumbled back and fell to the ground and he laid there to catch his breath.

After a while you laughed and said “If you assigned me for this kind of training, I’m in.”

He chuckled too but didn’t answer. You sat up on the edge of the bench to look at him. He was still laying on the ground, his chest heaving with each deep breath.

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“What, you getting sleepy Rogers?” you asked mockingly.

He smirked and stood up.

“Oh I can do this all day.”

This afternoon I was talking with the lovely @brendaonao3 about how “canon” post CA:CW hasn’t been explored as much with Bucky in Cryo and I came up with the following possible story arc: Bucky finds his own triggers and actively fights for mental betterment while in Cryo.

This uses a lot of metaphor and comparison to sports injuries and healing because that hows my brain works and this is about injury and healing. More explanation and rambling and Bucky Feels under the cut.

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Do you ever read somebody else’s fic and it’s so good you just sit there and think…..I could never write that…..
There have been times I’ve read stuff and actually had a bit of a stupid cry because theirs is so goddam good I wonder why I’m fucking bothering at all, and my husband wants to know why I’m upset and I have to pretend it’s hayfever because he just wouldn’t understand.
And then the people I’ve read turn round and thank me for stuff I’ve written and I cannot understand why…It’s completely bemusing.
But then I read two different books by two different authors and I love them both even though they’re both completely different and I know it’s ok. We’re all different and we see things in other people’s work that speak to us on different levels….
Like my mother has always said, it would be a boring world if we were all the same.

So in that spirit, I heartily recommend fics written by @raginggeekpower, @gomakeawaffle and @brimbrimbrimbrim. Three people who have upped the ante when it comes to Lucas Baker fics. Even if they do make me cry occasionally :)

chubbyfacepanda049  asked:

ok sooo what if the companions found a video holotape of sole's wedding day plus love this

Aww that’s so cute (: Like a video of Nate and Nora from pre-war? Aww of them in their wedding outfits looking all beautiful after pulling out all their hair from the stress of planning it all? D’awwwwwww. I feel like Shaun should see that.

Ada: “Fascinating. According to my collections about standards of pre-war aesthetics, you are indeed a beautiful/handsome human ma’am/sir. I do not think you have ever seen a robot in a wedding dress have you? Jokes,” she chided drily but maybe deep down inside kind of wanted to try one on.

Cait: “What? Shut up. I’m not crying. You’re crying.” She aggressively wiped her eyes with her shoulder to hide the fact that they were getting quite misty. She’s never seen Sole look so damn good before. In fact, she hadn’t seen anything that damn beautiful in her whole life.

Codsworth: *sniffle* “Ohhhhh mum/sir!!! I remember that day. I recorded this holotape, oh you were so lovely and your better half was simply gleaming with love. Oh look at their face, and how much they love you.” Codsworth wailed as he let all the feels grip his emotions. He receipts the wedding vows verbatim along with the tape.

Curie: She puts a hand over her heart and sighs dreamily when she sees Sole come out in their wedding attire. “Oh my love, I never even thought zat I could get married one day but I can think of nothing else but you in your dress/suit again because today my heart has been stolen!”

Danse: He felt a warm tingly feeling in his stomach and felt his face heating up under the collar. So he grabbed Sole and put them in his lap and wrapped his arms around their tummy, squeezing so they couldn’t see his warm face as he spoke. “Sentinel… we are not trained to acknowledge things like… beauty in the the Brotherhood. Simply saying it feels strange on my tongue. But seeing you… if this isn’t beauty then I don’t know what is.”

Deacon: He smiled and looked off to the side. For someone who talks so much, he certainly was silent now. When pressed, he took off his glasses and looked to the side (Sole could never see his face!). Seeing Sole all dressed up reminded him of Brenda briefly and their wedding (although less pre-war). But Agent Whisper should definitely wear that again. For the mission… yeah.. not for him, no definitely not.

Dogmeat: BARK!BARK!BARK! (I better be the ring bearer next time)

Hancock: “Aw shit, I almost forgot you used to be someone else’s before me.” He tipped his hat down over his eyes to mask the confusing melange of jealousy and admiration on his face. Sole was just so goddam good looking, he didn’t wanna see them next to someone else. No way in hell. He grabbed Sole by the waist and pointed to the holotape. “You an’ me… we’re gonna recite vows that are 10 times better than that ya dig? That’s because we’re the two hottest folks in the Commonwealth so we gotta make everyone jealous.”

Longfellow: “Well damn little lass/lassie, I haven’t seen someone in wedding attire since… actually I’ve never seen anyone in wedding attire, haha!“ He kept the holotape even though pretending like he had lost interest because deep down, he did like keeping that little bit to himself.

MacCready: A little confused since he’d never knew what pre-war weddings entailed. All he saw was Sole looking so damn fine in that dress/tux that he could not tear his eyes away from the holotape. “Ohhh boss… Wow.. you- wow. My thoughts are definitely going to be plagued by thoughts of you like this knockout.”

Nick Valentine: *chuckles* “Am I gonna get to see you like this in my arms or are you just yanking my chain, showing me this holotape?” He says suavely as he pulls Sole into him by their waist. Nick had the unique advantage over the others in that he did remember what pre-war weddings were like. Nick jokingly started planning out where they would get catering from, and the perfect napkin color for everything.

Piper: The holotape clicked on and she watched Sole stride out to the alter in their wedding gown/suit. The grainy quality of the holotape didn’t do it justice but the emotion of the event was getting to her. When she heard Sole (in the tape) start reciting their vows, she looked deep into Sole’s eyes instead of at the holotape. She imagined Sole saying those words to her on an alter and she had to wipe a tear from her eyes just thinking about how happy that would make her.

Preston: “You are the most remarkably beautiful/handsome person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met quite a lot of them.” He thought the pre-war wedding was beautiful and got swept away with the emotion. Vowing to recreate as much of it as he physically could, he confiscated the holotape and watched it every night. He tried to teach himself ballroom dancing just from the video and restlessly practiced every night in order to one day take Sole in his arms like so.

Strong: *grumble* “HUMAN CAN’T FIGHT IN TIGHT CLOTHING. HUMAN WILL TEAR SUIT/DRESS IF YOU TRY TO FIGHT IN IT. WEDDING LOOKS BETTER WITH GUNS.” Sole tried to imagine reciting their vows with an AK-47 in their hands and it was awesome.

X6-88: “There are many things about pre-war customs that still elude me. For instance, why was it customary to wear white even though it is the most impractical color? Everyone should wear black.” It kind of annoyed Sole how he was focusing on the benign details rather than the meaning of it. When Sole asked him what he would think if they wore white right in front of him and he grew silent. All Sole got was a sly smirk and an unreadable expression beneath the glasses.


Maxson: He typically tried to repress thoughts about family and relationships simply because they would make him feel emotional and emotionality is  not something soldiers want to see in a leader. So when he felt his face betraying his steely front, he quickly stalked back to his room where no one could see. He pulled out a ring that had been passed down through the Maxson family for generations. He thought it would end with him. But now he knew… it was time.

Glory: Felt a weird pang of jealousy spring up. She knew they were dead but dang she couldn’t help herself. She was watching her Sole tell another wo/man that they loved them! It was hard stuff to bear. So she started teasing. “Y’know I think that dress would look better all ripped up at the bottom. That way you could like like 9 guns. 2 right here…” *points* “and 3 right here.”

Deegan: He didn’t say anything because he didn’t need to. He was a servant and shouldn’t be expressing any desires that could compromise the situation but he couldn’t help himself from twisting the ring Sole gave him around his fingers. This world was too ugly for something so beautiful. He was going to protect them until the day he died. This he was sure of.

mmmmmhhhhhpppppfffjhhh… this is so unfair… goddam i just want good quality communication with someone significant to my life… not instant death by isolation honestly

anonymous asked:

do personifications have bellybuttons?


though i do hc jackie was born to a human family, so she would? she isnt human though… just born to one since shes more of a deity??? IDK???

me and my ma watchin voltron
  • ma: i don't see why lance is everyone's favorite...
  • me, offended: mA WHY??!
  • ma: he's kind of annoying and egotistical?
  • me: but, but, how could you not love him? i mean, come on, lance is basically me
  • ma, stone cold: ...that explains it
  • me: AMA PLZ
Prostitute for Seth

Pairing: Seth X reader
Warning: Paid sex
Rating: Explicit
Length: 2.8k

“Hey, there darlin’. What’s your poison?” The man over my shoulder finally decided to come over. He’d been watching me for around an hour now. He was sniffing around my bait and now I had him biting.

“Absolut on the rocks with a twist of lime,” I smiled at him. He was handsome, tall, thick beard. His white button up was tight across his chest, and rolled up to his elbows.

“Another one for the lady,” he told the bartender. He sat next to me and offered me his hand. “I’m Seth.”

“Brittany,” I said even though it wasn’t my name, and I shook his hands. I never used my real name when I was out doing this. “What brings you to the casino?”

“My friends,” he sighed. “They’re not really my friends. I work with them. They’re gamblers. I’m not… I like a sure thing.” He said, eyeing my shoes and stockings.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked wondering if I should be insulted.

“I can spot a girl like you from a mile away,” he chuckled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked again, considering leaving.

“Look, I’m not a cop. Doesn’t mean I won’t put you in handcuffs, though,” he winked. I gathered my bag in my lap and began to stand up. I’d let him rent my body, but I didn’t have to sit here and have him insult me. “Hey, I’m sorry. I am. Let me make it up to you.”

I sat back down feeling red faced. He had his hand on my wrist, anchoring me to the bar stool.

“Here,” the bartender put an Absolut in front of me and a whiskey in front of him. He paid and then turned to me, eyes soft. He looked much kinder than before.

He waited for the bartender to leave before he spoke again.

“So, how much?”

“For what?” I asked, still ready to leave.

He gestured to me. As if to say, “everything”. I rolled my eyes.

“It’s gotta be a lot. I mean, holy shit, you’re gorgeous.” He moved his hand up my wrist to my elbow. I played with my necklace and waited for him to do or say more. He didn’t.

“Five thousand,” I said quietly. How was it possible for him to make me feel this dirty? I was already a prostitute.

“Well, if you’re selling,” he said, coming closer to me. His breath hot on my ear. “I’m buying.” His hand moved further up my arm to brush my hair off my shoulder. “How about it?”

“You got the cash?” I whispered back. I was shaking. He was the first John to make me nervous in a long time.

“I need to hit an ATM, but yeah,” he told me.

“I have a room upstairs,” I let him know. It was an expensive room, but I would make the money back no problem.
We rode the elevator in silence. He stared at me the whole time. He was nearly salivating and licking his lips. He was ready to devour me, and it had me quaking in my shoes.

John’s were always a bit restless at this point, but Seth was calm. It was this point that I usually felt strongly in control. I had half the money in my bag, a condom in my the breast of my dress, lube ready to go… But I knew this John was different. Seth was different. He was going to control every part of this exchange. All I would do is get paid.

I was shaking as I tried to open my door.

“Let me,” he said quietly, taking the key card from my shivering grip. “You alright, Brittany?”

“Yes!” I said, a little too frantic. “Sorry, yes,” I corrected. He ushered me inside my own room and was on me in a split second.

His lips found mine in a hurry. They were soft as opposed to his rough facial hair.

“I’m getting my money’s worth tonight,” he growled against my neck as he bit and licked. “I hope you know that.”

My knees felt weak and my only response was a moan. I held onto his muscular shoulders to keep myself up. “I’m gonna fuck you every way I can think of and then do it again.” I dug my nails into him and let out a strangled cry as he bit hard beneath my collarbone.

“Seth,” I moaned as he unzipped my dress.

“Call me, Mr. Rollins,” he sighed into my skin. “Take off your shoes.”

“Mr. Rollins,” I repeated, taking off my shoes and dropping six inches in height. My eyes were level with his chest. The top of my head came to his shoulder. God, he was tall. “I wanted to give you some rules.”

His hands wrapped around my waist. “Like?” He asked, bending deep to nip my earlobe. The air was cold on my spine.

“No photos. You tell me what you’re going to do before you do it. If I say stop, we stop, or this meeting is through and I keep the twenty-five hundred. You understand?” I asked, pushing him back so I could see his eyes. He blinked twice.

I marveled for a moment at his dark brown eyes. They were so intelligent. I could watch him think and couldn’t tell you what he was thinking. It was an anomaly. One of a kind. I’d never seen anything like him before.

“That’s practical,” he said and continued devouring my pulse point.

I giggled. “No, you have to agree… Mr. Rollins, please,” I pushed him away again.

“No pictures, no means no, say what I’m gonna do before I do it,” he repeated. “I’ve got it.”

“You have to agree,” I was getting frustrated. He ran his hands down my waist to my hips and stood up to full height. I took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. He smelled so good.

“I agree,” he nodded. I smiled up at him.

“So, where do I start?” I asked, feeling more confident. I knew the situation now, and I could control it. “Here?” I asked, running my hand over his crotch. “Probably here.” I said, pulling my dress down to reveal I was braless, wearing a garter belt, stockings, and nothing else.

“Yep,” he nodded. Thoughts flying through his eyes and I couldn’t tell what a single one was. They probably all revolved around what he could do to me and my body, but I couldn’t name anything specific.

“What do you want, Mr. Rollins?” I asked, straightening his collar and licking my lips. He was at a loss for words for the first time all night.

I smiled up at his blank face. “I’ll help you out.” I said, slowly going to my knees. He made a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh. When I touched him earlier he was hard, now he was rock solid.

“Wait,” he said as I unzipped him. I looked up, waiting.


“The five thousand. Does that mean one time?” He asked, licking his lips and looking desperate.

“Uh… No? Not if I say so…” I said, and then pressed my lips to the bulge in his pants.

“Christ… Brittany, please, tell me,” he begged me.

“I’ll take you as many times as you want to give it to me, Mr. Rollins,” I said, pulling him free of his pants and boxer briefs.

“Yes,” he hissed empathetically and grabbed a handful of my hair.

I took him in my mouth slowly. I lapped at the tip of him, cleaning him of precum. He moaned and sighed as I took him into my mouth, my throat.

“Jesus, Brittany,” he groaned as I sucked him. “That feels so goddam good. Would you… Will you let me…?” He stuttered, and I knew what he meant. He wanted to cum in my mouth. I absolutely burned at the idea. I wanted him to do it. What the fuck?

“Just like that,” he groaned and pulled my hair harder. “Your hair is so soft… You’re so… Female…” He hissed and that caused my lust to flare even more. Him pointing out that I was so feminine brought my mind around to how fantastically masculine he was. I was on my knees for him and he was turning /me/ on. What couldn’t he do?

“Oh, God… Brittany, I’m gonna-” was all he could manage before his load filled my mouth. I swallowed it down like a good whore and smiled up at his as my tongue traced my lips.

He hauled me up by my hair.

“Ow! Mr. Rollins!” I shouted as he threw me on the bed. My stomach hit the mattress, and I tried to look at him, but he held me down. “These aren’t the rules!” I cried as he climbed on me.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna throw you on the bed and take you from behind,” he said before shoving inside me. I couldn’t believe he was still hard.

“Ah! Mr. Rollins! More warning than that, for God’s sa-sake?” I stuttered as he penetrated me. It felt good. It felt so goddam good to have him fill me.

“God,” he groaned, fucking me. “Your stockings are so sexy. Not many whores where thigh highs, but they’re the only ones that do.”

“Don’t- uh! Call me a wh- whore!” I cried as he fucked me harder. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was smiling. I was smiling. He felt so good inside me.

“What do you really want to say right now?” He huffed, leaning over me. I gathered every wit I had and said something coherent.

“I w-wanna come, please?” I choked out. “Mr. Rollins, please!”

“You’ve been, ugh, very good,” he said, continuing to torture my spot. He was right on it. “Will you give me my money back, if I make you come?” He chuckled as he continued.

“Fuck no! Seth! Please!” I cried and grabbed for his hands which were glued to my hips. “PLEASE!”

“It’s- Mr. Rollins,” he informed me.

“Mr. Rollins! Can I please-!”

“Do it! Do it!” He called.

I cried as I fell over the edge, coming hard on his cock. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and it was only the second time I’d come on the job. The first one was bland, but this one was… Glorious.

He emptied himself inside me and I realized I’d never put a condom on him. I felt his hot cum fill me, and was deeply satisfied. I just couldn’t tell you why.

He fell on the bed beside me, and I sighed loudly. He pulled me to him and I put my hands on his chest and side. He was muscled and thick. I counted his abs with my fingers. Bump, bump, bump, bump, and on each side. Eight pack. Damn.

“Enjoying yourself?” He chuckled. I smiled and remained silent. “This feels a little familiar.” He commented on the intimacy we were sharing. It made me self conscious, so I stopped touching him and turned away.

“Aw, I’m sorry. Come on?” He asked, pulling me closer. The back of my head rested against his chest, my butt to his abdomen, calves to his knees. I felt so small in his grip.

“What?” I asked, slightly angry.

“I’ve never actually done this before,” he said softly. “I have never hired a call girl before.”

“I’m not a call girl,” I huffed. “I’m a hooker. I work for myself.”

“Call girls are different?”

I turned over to look at him once more. His eyes captured me again. I forgot what to say for a second.

“Um… Uh… Yeah,” was all I could say before his mouth was back on mine.

He was an excellent kisser. I didn’t realize I had thrown my leg over his hip. God, I wanted him again. I wanted him inside me over and over. Seth hadn’t just penetrated my body. He had penetrated my mind. Was that his play? Was it his eyes? What kind of thoughts had his intelligent eyes put in my brain?

I was worried about all that as he put me on my back, but the second he was between my legs again, I wanted his cock. I wanted to watch his intelligent eyes as he screwed me.

“I need a few minutes this time,” he chuckled down at me.

“That’s fine,” I sighed. “Most of this job isn’t actually sex.”

“What /is/ most of it then?” He asked gently resting on top of me.

“Talking,” I shrugged, putting my arms around his neck.

“Talking?” He said, pushing a lock of hair out of my face. I smiled.

“Yes, I’m very good at it. I’m an excellent listener.” I bragged and he chuckled. His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are incredible?”

“Uh… Not in so many words.” He said, clearly thinking. “What makes them incredible?”

“I can see you think,” I said, putting my hand on the side of his face so he couldn’t break eye contact. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m watching it happen right now… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He blushed at that. He fucking blushed. It was so goddam cute. “You are good at talking,” he complimented and nodded a bit.

I laughed. “And you’re funny.”

“Do you think I’m sexy?” He raised his eyebrows a bit. I giggled and looked away. He brought a hand to my face and did what I was just doing to him; making me look at him.

“Yes,” I said, running my hands over his shoulders and back. I was feeling muscles I didn’t know existed.

“I think you’re sexy. You know how I know?” He asked, taking my hand and placing it on his hard member. I whimpered and stroked him. He took the time to lavish my breasts with attention. Hands, mouth, eyes.

“You got a great pair,” he sighed against my skin. His breath felt scorching. This man did things to me.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. He looked up at me and I saw thoughts pass through his brain. “What?”

“You just sounded… You… I don’t know,” he said, moving so we were face to face again. His lips hung open with labored breath. My hand still on his penis. “Never mind. I’m supposed to tell you before I-”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You did it again,” he smiled at me.

“Did what?” I smiled too.

“You just sound so… I don’t want to say ‘unprofessional’. Just unpracticed. Like, you haven’t done this a thousand times. Like, it’s your first time doing this.” He shrugged.

“It feels like it,” I admitted. “You’re different than- Than anyone else I’ve…” I looked away in shame.

“I don’t want to say 'serviced’.” He finished my thought for me.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry,” he told me. “I like that you’re servicing me.”

“Jesus,” I said, taking his face in my hands again. “Yes.”

Then, without saying, he pushed into me again. I gasped and grabbed his muscular shoulders. They felt so good under my hands. Shit, he was ripped. Holy God, he was hot.

“Ah! Mr. Rollins! That feels good!” I moaned.

“Flip over,” he commanded. I complied, landing on my hands and knees.

He pushed into me from behind. It felt like heaven. He was just the right size for me. He felt so goddam good in my pussy.

My knees struggled to keep me up as he fucked me hard. It felt so goddam good. He was so good at fucking. I had never met anyone on the job that I wanted to go at me again, but, shit, I wanted him again and again.

“Don’t stop!” I cried. “Never stop, Mr. Rollins!”

“Ah, God, Brittany!” He said, and even though it wasn’t my name, he meant me. It drove me. It pushed me closer to my orgasm.

“Oh my God! SETH!” I screamed as I came around him. He felt it and followed me.

“Jesus,” he huffed in my ear, leaning over my back. God, he was so much taller- bigger. He made me feel so small and feminine that it made my cunt pulse and push out some of his cum.

“Seth?” I asked as he held still in me.

“Yeah?” He replied, climbing off me and pulling me closer.

“I’m still getting paid,” I told him.

“Yep,” he huffed. “Any time you need help with rent… Call me.”

“Abso-fucking-lutley,” I replied breathless.