#ethan hunt x you

[kyber-crystal]

learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt

summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)

words: ~1.4k

warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that 

a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)

“Y/N, status update?”

“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”

“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”

“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.

“Y/N. Y/N—“

You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.

“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”

He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck. 

He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you. 

“You're not going anywhere, princess.”

There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot. 

Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him. 

Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his. 

“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”

Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane. 

“I'm proud of you.”

More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks. 

“Y/N, are you alright?”

No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…

“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”

Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. “Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.” 

All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him. 

That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound. 

His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him. 

“Did he hurt you?”

“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out. 

“You're hurt.”

No response again. 

“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”

More silence. 

“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”

After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see. 

“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”

“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”

“Hurry.”

“On it.”

Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain. 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”

Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him. 

He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks. 

“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.

But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.  

Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door. 

He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself. 

“Y/N?”

You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”

“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face. 

You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again. 

“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.” 

You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting. 

“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.” 

“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”

“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle. 

“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”

He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.

The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.

And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.

“You’re my future, too.”

tags (including those who may be interested! add yourself via this form, if you’d like): @mitchellpete @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @the-multiverse-of-fandoms @ilsastrenchcoat @joyfullyswimmingface​ 

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #ethan hunt #tom cruise #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x you #ethan hunt fic #ethan hunt imagine #mission impossible fanfic #mission impossible: rogue nation #mission impossible: fallout #mission impossible: dead reckoning #dead reckoning part one

[worldofheroes]

Help Me Forget

ethan hunt x reader

summary: you have some anxiety about what happened during a mission, and Ethan tries to help ease your mind.

warnings: mentions of (possible?) infidelity, nightmares, sweet Ethan

wc: 589

a/n: based on this request! I just love a sweet and sappy Ethan 😩

You finally make it back to your tiny one-bedroom apartment outside of D.C. after a long, emotionally draining mission.

After you drop your bag at the door, you head to the kitchen for a drink. The apartment is empty - a few furniture pieces, a bed, a tv - with a lack of anything personal except for a single picture of you and Ethan by the couch.

When you sit down on the couch, you set your glass of wine next to that picture. You pick it up, staring at it. It was taken shortly after you and Ethan decided to give your relationship a label.

You remember the day the picture was taken. Everyone was exhausted from the mission, but wanted to get drinks together to celebrate like always.

Your team for this mission invited you out to drinks, but you declined. You wanted to go home and process what happened.

Being the only female on the team, you were the one required to seduce the target. You did just that, and in order to keep your cover, you knew you had to sleep with him when he asked you to stay the night.

You felt awful doing it. Dirty, even. You felt like you were betraying Ethan. Nothing more than a heavy make out session occurred, but you still hated yourself for it.

When Ethan comes home later that day, you greet him and he knows something is off. He doesn’t ask any questions, though, your jobs had tough missions.

That night, you wake up suddenly from a bad dream. Ethan had left you once he found out you slept with another man.

“Y/n?” Ethan asks sleepily, turning over in bed. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you tell him.

“No it’s not,” he frowns, sitting up next to you. “What happened?”

“Just a dream about the mission,” you say shortly. It wasn’t really a lie.

“Baby, there’s more to it. You can tell me.”

You look at him, tears filling your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling you close to his body.

“Ethan… the mission… I slept with another man,” you start to cry.

“Hey,” he says softly, starting to pet your hair. “It’s part of our job.”

“I hate it,” you whine. “We didn’t have sex but I felt awful doing it.”

“What can I do to help?” Ethan asks you.

“Just… help me forget about it?”

“Okay, baby,” he says, leaning back slightly to see your face.

He smiles softly before leaning in and kissing you.

You slide your fingers up through his hair, holding his head and holding him close to you.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against your lips, gently moving you to lay on the bed.

He crawls on top of you, gently stroking your cheek.

“I love you,” Ethan tells you.

You blink back tears. “I love you.”

Ethan starts to kiss your jaw and works his way down your neck.

“Ethan,” you sigh.

“Nothing that happens on a mission will change how I feel about you,” he murmurs against your skin, starting to lightly suck at it.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, melting under Ethan’s sweet kisses.

You feel his lips form a smile.

“Good girl,” he praises.

“You know how to work me up.”

“It’s pretty hot,” he teases.

You gently push him off you, wanting to look into his pretty green eyes.

“What?” Ethan asks.

“I love you so much,” you say.

Ethan sits up and pulls you into his body. “I love you too, remember that, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

#tom cruise x reader #tom cruise imagine #ethan hunt x reader #requests #ethan hunt imagine #mission impossible x reader #Ethan hunt x you #mission impossible x you #mission impossible imagine

[fireinmoonshot]

“don’t let go yet” “i won’t, sweetheart” and ethan hunt please!!!

There was one good thing about Ethan going on missions and that was the reunion. When you got to run into his arms after weeks, months of being apart and feel like you were finally home again. Getting used to having him back in the house, enjoying the feeling of just having him around even if you weren’t in the same room. But in order to have the reunions, you had to have the goodbyes too.

And they were the worst.

You’d known ever since you and Ethan got together that there was no set time on his missions. He could be gone for three days, three weeks, three months or more. He’d made that clear and you understood. Your love for him was strong enough that you could wait. But that didn’t mean it made it any easier for him to leave.

He’d gotten the mission last night and had to leave early in the morning, so you’d gotten up to make breakfast for him before he left. One last home cooked meal since he’d likely be living on take out for a while if it was a long one. You hoped it wouldn’t be. 

But the breakfast went by too quickly, the plates empty too soon and it was time for him to leave and join the other members of his team to commence the mission. There was no more time for him to spend doing the domestic, homely things he liked to do with you.

Ethan tugged his jacket on by the door and shoved his phone into the pocket of his jeans and then opened his arms for a hug. You slipped into his arms with ease, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight. He held the back of your head with one hand, gently stroking your hair. He didn’t want to go either, not really. Not when he never really knew if he’d ever get to come home to you, to hold you in his arms again.

But he had limited time and he couldn’t be late, even if he wanted to be.

He stopped stroking your hair and made to pull away but you didn’t let him, holding him tighter and burying your head in his chest. “Don’t let go yet,” your voice was quiet.

Ethan felt his heart break a bit. “I won’t, sweetheart. I won’t.”

“Just one more minute.”

His hand resumed its place, stroking your hair, and you hugged him even tighter – if that were even possible. Ethan took a deep breath. He could be a little late if it meant holding you for one more minute. Just one more minute.

#mission impossible #mission impossible x reader #ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #mission: impossible #mission impossible x you #ethan hunt x you

[writing-blog-iguess]

“What did you say?”

You hadn’t meant to say it, not now in the middle of enemy territory. Not while in the middle of an assignment. You hadn’t meant to say at all, it was supposed to be your secret until you died. Because you knew in this line of work, love doesn’t work. You’ve seen it happen first hand, experienced it yourself.

But you let three words slip out of your mouth like you say it everyday. Three words that could ruin everything. Either the assignment or your friendship with Ethan, you weren’t sure.

So, you closed your eyes for a minute to collect yourself before facing him head on. “It’s not important,” you said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. To the people around you, it looked like an innocent kiss, to you it was goodbye. “Come on, we need to finish this before anything else can happen.”

“Hey,” Ethan started, but you shook your head and turned around, leaving the room as quickly as you could.

“So that happened,” Benji said in your ear. “I thought you weren’t going to tell him.”

“I wasn’t,” you hissed, slipping through the door and turning left when Benji told her to turn. “It slipped out, Benji. And now I don’t know what to do.”

“Talk to him is what you do,” Benji suggested, “Only thing you can do at that point. Oh, next door to the right, and then keep walking until you reach the last door. That should be where the servers are.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen,” you said, following Benji’s directions. Looking around, you made sure the coast was clear before slipping through the door. “I’d rather die than confront Ethan and the love I have for him.”

“I think he might,” Luther said, startling both you and Benji. “Ethan deserves that much.”

“I second that,” Ethan said next and you wanted the floor to open up a hole to swallow you whole. Reframing from smashing your head against the wall, you pulled out the USB that Benji gave you, and started looking for the right server.

“Benji,” you hissed. You heard him sigh, and imagined him hanging his head. “I thought this was a private line?”

“Yeah, oops. Now you’re gonna say you’re gonna kill me, I know,” he said, sounding resigned to his fate. Good, he knew what he did wrong, wasn’t the first time you threatened his life. Makes the next thing to say easier.

“And I’m going to make sure it’s nice and slow,” you said, and ignored both Ethan and Luther’s chuckles. And Benji’s that’s new. “Now which server do I need?”

A few hours later, with the assignment completed and the world saved, you found yourself in your hotel room, changing into something more comfortable. You tried not to think of Ethan’s surprised face as you said them, tried not to think about what happens now. You’ll just have to request not to work with Ethan again. There’s no way you could face Ethan now, you don’t think you want to.

A rapping against your door brought you back from your thoughts as you turned towards the door. Scrunching your eyebrows, you wondered who it was this late. Moving to open the door, you didn’t check to see who it was until you were face to face with Ethan

“So, you love me huh?” Ethan asked, smiling. You puffed out your cheeks and went back into the room Ethan followed behind.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, picking up the pile of dirty clothes and stuffed them in a bag. “It was a slip of the tongue, it was nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” he pointed out, you only shrugged. “Didn’t sound like nothing. How long?” You didn’t answer right aways, not wanting to but Ethan wasn’t having it. He walked towards you and reached out to lift your face so you were looking at him. “How long have you felt like that?”

“Mm, a year or two,” you finally answered. He raised an eyebrow, and you could see him thinking.

“And you weren’t going to tell me?”

“Relationships don’t really work in what we do, you know that,” you answered with a shrug. “Why bother saying anything when it’s just going to end in failure.”

“So, you were just going to keep it to yourself and not even give me a chance to decide?” Ethan questioned, moving his hands to cup your face. All you could do was stay there, staring at him. You were stuck and you didn’t want to move.

“Yup.”

He shook his head, and leaned in closely that your noses brushed against each other. “Not fair when I love you too.”

You blinked at him, trying to process what he said. “Huh,” was all that could come out. He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips on yours. He pulled away, and you pouted at the lost.

“I said, I love you too,” he repeated, “and I’m sure we could work something out if you want to.” You thought about it, maybe it could work. Maybe you could have your happy ending. Maybe.

“Okay Hunt,” you finally replied, “if you think this could work, I’m in.”

He gave you a big smile that made your heart dance in your chest, and he leaned forward and gave you a proper kiss. One that held everything he was feeling for you and more. You returned it, and knew that this could work.

#ethan hunt x reader #my writing #drabble #prompt maybe #ethan hunt x you #ethan hunt gn!reader #mission impossible x reader

[jamgoesart]

Ethan, if....

.... you finally want to know the truth

•••

Nothing special.

Nothing special, Ethan had told you, what his job concerned. According to him, there was no real job title, so at some point you simply stopped asking, but he had told you one thing, namely that he worked for the most diverse companies and thus in the most diverse industries. Cross-industry, if you will. And because of that, he wasn't really allowed to tell you anything, because secrecy had the highest priority and was therefore one of the most important things in his job.

What also belonged to his job were business trips. Several times a year, he went somewhere in the world for several days.

So really believable, what Ethan told you, was not much. It began after a good year, after you got to know each other and since then, were good friends. A short weekend trip, three days, from Friday to Sunday and during Monday, he was back. Yes, back he was, but with a bruised shoulder and "merely" a cracked rib, as he said to you. A minor accident. Nothing earth-shattering. Nothing dramatic.

In the years that followed, however, things didn't get any better.

What followed were various injuries. And the visible ones, you were one hundred percent sure, were only part of what was. Everything else could be wonderfully swept under the table.

About three years later, it slowly began that you gradually became a couple. Neither of you knew how things were with the other respectively, and the question of whether more would come of it was thus never asked.

Three days, four at the most..... maybe five, Ethan had said to you, which made you just say 'm-mh' and not pay much attention to him. It was always the same. Away for a few days and back, with some kind of injuries.

When he asked you what was wrong, you just shrugged your shoulders and put some glasses back in the cupboard. Your answer, the truth, followed after a few minutes of silence.

It was enough for you. Trade secrets and the like, were one thing, but being taken for a fool was another and that was not on at all.

It was obvious to Ethan that he understood how much it annoyed you by now. However, there was nothing more than a that it was complicated to hear from him and that he was sorry, could not say much about it.

#imagine #imagines #ethanhunt #ethan hunt #mission impossible #mi #m:i #mission impossible 5 #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt x you #x reader #xreader #one shots #oneshot #one shot #oneshots #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x reader

[mitchellpete]

KINKTOBER 2023

My first Kinktober and first ever writing challenge! (Wish me luck..) But I’m super excited to see you guys request! Kinks from this list, which was super intimidating (lol). First time I realize English not being my first language is kind of a nuisance because some of those I would have absolutely no clue how to write.. BUT ALAS. I picked these out and hope that they’re fun. Also hope you guys don’t mind that I filled one of them out already but I figured since I’m already writing it for an old request..

Will be updating this as slots get filled, so request away!

Characters I write for are here (plus Iceman who I kind of want to start writing for), but I’m very flexible so if you want to ask about any other characters, please do!

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

Day 1 - Overstimulation

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 2 - Public

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 3 - 69

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 4 - Thigh riding

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 5 - Spanking

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 6 - Cockwarming

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 7 - Blindfold

↳ Vincent | Collateral

Day 8 - Size

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 9 - Praise

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 10 - Handjob

↳ Cole Trickle | Days of Thunder

Day 11 - Cunnilungus

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 12 - Voyeurism

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky & Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 13 - Hate sex

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 14 - Virginity

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 15 - Dirty talk

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 16 - Begging

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 17 - Edging

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 18 - Mirror sex

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 19 - Orgasm denial

↳ Vincent | Collateral

Day 20 - Face sitting

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 21 - Deepthroating

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 22 - Creampie

↳ Tom “Iceman” Kazansky | Top Gun

Day 23 - Bath/shower

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 24 - Bondage

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 25 - Sex toys

↳ Ethan Hunt | Mission: Impossible

Day 26 - Brat taming

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 27 - Fingering

↳ Jerry Maguire

Day 28 - Uniform

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun

Day 29 - Table sex

↳ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell | Top Gun: Maverick

Day 30 - Squirting

↳ Brian Flanagan | Cocktail

Day 31 - Biting

↳ Lestat de Lioncourt | Interview with the Vampire

#pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #maverick x you #top gun maverick fanfic #pete maverick mitchell x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #tom cruise x reader #iceman x reader #tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #ethan hunt x reader #kinktober 2023

[sluttyhenley]

I’m coming with you.

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE - FALLOUT dir. Christopher McQuarrie (2018)

#mission impossible #mission: impossible #missionimpossibleedit #tom cruise #rebecca ferguson #ethan hunt #ilsa faust #tomcruiseedit #filmedit #filmgifs #cinematv #junkfooddaily #userbells #flashing gif #* #ethan x ilsa #sorry for having a tom cruise breakdown in the year of our lord 2023 #as if it’s my fault #honestly the audacity #having ilsa say i'm coming with you like leia saying i love you #and ethan's little i know #it has been zero days since my last ethan x ilsa nonsense #also like where rogue nation is very saturated and yellow #fallout is very desaturated and idk not yellow #and it's got a dreamy aspect to it #and both of these movies are such a pita to color #god nobody ask me the color of anything #idek anymore

[the-woman-upstairs]

Rogue Nation, Fallout, and Dead Reckoning all pointedly placing Benji and Ilsa in the most dangerous, stressful, downright torturous situations either together or separately where Ethan can’t reach/help them or is driven to the brink trying to.

#mission impossible #dead reckoning spoilers #mission impossible dead reckoning spoilers #christopher mcquarrie i’m inside your walls #that fucking chilling final monologue in dead reckoning playing over footage of Ethan reuniting with Benji…i’m gonna be sick #thank god luther had the good sense to hole up somewhere #on the bright side…there is the ot3 of it all #and you better believe i’m writing fic for them to cope #ethan hunt #benji dunn #ilsa faust #ilsa x ethan x benji

[call-sign-shark]

SACRILÈGE || Teacher!Tom Cruise (+18)

Summary:  Mr. Cruise is the director of St. Helena, a religious boarding school for troubling young women. Besides managing the school, he also teaches physics and mathematics. Lost in a forest, St. Helena is said to give a second chance to desperate girls. When your parents sent you there, they expected you to behave... Not to engage in a twisted romance with your teacher

Words: 3k of pure smut

Tags: Religious context, toy, fingering, corruption kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Tom is 45-50), this is straight-up porn with a minimal plot so don't expect this to be a masterpiece. You've been warned. Minor DNI.

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“To solve this equation we will have to…”

Mr. Cruise’s words flew across the room but never really reached you. A small sigh escaped from your juicy lips as you repositioned yourself on the wooden chair. As you did, a delightful surge, followed by a wave of arousal, spread through your whole quivering body. It was like that at each of your movement.

“Now, I’m going to ask one of you to come and solve the new equation I just wrote on the board.”

You slightly wiggled on the chair, pressing your body against its surface a bit harder. It felt so frustrating not to move as you’d wish to… The friction of your panties’ fabric against your swollen and sensitive clit, pleasant at first, had become a lustful torture. It almost made you whimper but, fortunately enough, you had managed to choke it in your throat before it reached your lips. All you wanted was to moan but you knew that if you did, you would be in trouble. The thing was that the heat pooling in your loins was slowly turning into a wildfire, which threatened to burn you from within. You gripped the edge of your seat and clenched your fingers around it, for you did not know what to do anymore to control the pleasure you were experiencing. Your pulsing walls tightened around the vaginal plug that was buried in your drooling cunt and satisfying your growing sexual appetite.

Weeks ago you discussed with the baker’s wife during your gardening time and when the topic of men came you told her, quite timidly, that you never had sex before. She was not particularly surprised. You were trapped in religious boarding school for women after all. However, the baker’s wife still wondered why you had never fucked with a man before your parents dragged you here. To this question, you just shrugged. You were simply not ready. It seemed like your desire only woke up days after your arrival at St. Helena — how ironic. You could have slept with men countless times before, but it was only when you could not do it anymore that your body bloomed with sexual urges.

The first advice your friend gave you was to masturbate, which you did but it could be quite difficult for intimacy was scarce at St. Helena. You shared the dorm with five other girls, and shower time was strictly monitored by the nun in charge of the floor on which your bedroom was. All in all, your whole day was planned down to the minute. As a consequence of this tight schedule, you could not really find the time nor the intimacy to relieve your naughty needs.

There came the idea of the vaginal plug. What happened next was quite simple: you saved the pocket money your parents sent you each week and asked the baker’s wife to buy you something. You had the plug for a few days but it had already become a necessity. The toy was extremely practical for all you had to do was push it inside your pussy and keep it as long as you wish. It was not like someone would rummage through your panties though.

“Y/N. Would you come to the board please?”

Hearing Mr. Cruise voice calling your name snatched you from your pleasure bubble.

“Oh, uh, me?”

“Is there another Y/N in my school I don’t know about?” He replied quietly, but the corner of his lips was tucked in a faint amused smile.

“I am afraid I won’t be able to solve this. To be honest with you I am not good with maths, Sir..” How you managed to line up so many words in a row without stuttering was a mystery.

“That’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to solve it together and I’ll explain the process to the class at the same time.” His forest green eyes stared at you with vivid interest. Your relationship with the attractive Mr. Cruise had been rocky. He was often more demanding with you than with the other girls. It was probably because your parents had warned him you were quite a rebel soul. It seemed like he was looking at you with a bit more of intensity than he should do, but you chased away the thought, certainly influenced by the indescribable arousal the sex toy was giving you. Defeated, you had no other choice than obey Mr. Cruise if you wanted to remain free of all suspicions. Gathering the willpower left in you, you shut your thighs tight and stood up on your staggering feet.

“Are you okay?” He asked, noticing the goosebumps not only on your arms but also on the skin of your legs your high socks could not cover. You were cute in a way he could not speak… Especially when you were wearing your skirt.

“Yes, Sir!” You hurried to reply before making your way to the board under the insistent gaze of your teacher, trying to keep your legs as closed as you could. With each step, another wave of pleasure crashed against your walls and reflected in your whole body. And during the whole walk of shame, Mr. Cruise did not look away, his emerald iris tantalized by the way your hips were swinging … Or by the adorable color your cheeks had turned into when he started talking to you.

“Alright.” Once you reached him, the teacher handed you the white chalk he had been using to write on the blackboard. You took it, barely daring to look at Mr. Cruise’s handsome face. The first time you saw him, you had to ask God for forgiveness in your prayers for a tsunami of obscene thoughts flooded your mind. St. Helena’s director was a breathtakingly attractive man in his late forties or early fifties — you could not tell. But what you could tell was that he inspired you with many wet dreams even though he was more than twice your age and could be your dad. So, looking at his piercing feline eyes when your pussy was tortured by a plug would 100% make you climax here in the middle of the classroom.

You grabbed the chalk and tried to focus on the calculus, but the gears of your brain did not want to work. They remained silent, like the frozen mechanism of some vintage clocks. In spite of the pressure of being in front of the class, your body could not take care of anything else than the maddening sensation of the plug’s egg shape stretching your tight and needy pussy. The sex toy was too big for you inexperienced hole, so you often had trouble putting it in.

“That’s okay, my dear. Let me explain the solution to you.” Joining gestures to words, Mr. Cruise’s large and slightly calloused hand wrapped yours and led the chalk on the board. Warm skin against cold one, the temperature difference between you strengthens the unbearable arousal pooling in your lower back. The musky and manly fragrance of his perfume tingled your nostrils, making you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck as you sat on his lap like a good girl.

No, Y/N! Don’t think about that kind of sinful thing! You forced your mind not to drift from the calculus, but you did not understand a single. Not that you weren’t hearing Mr. Cruise’s seductive voice, but you were not listening to it.

“And that’s how you solve the problem. See, Y/N? That was not so difficult.” He said, with a charming toothy smile etched on his lips.

“Thank you, Sir.” You said, your eyes still fixed on the wooden floor as blood rushed to your face. At least I can go back to my chair, you thought. You had barely moved when the teacher’s hand gently grabbed your wrist. Surprised, you finally glance at him.

“For the last ten minutes of the course, I ask you to stay here,” As he talked, Mr. Cruise gently put his hands on your shoulders and pressed on them. Forced to sit on the edge of his desk, you shut your eyes trying to keep your composure but could not hold the feverish sigh that came out, “So that you’ll be more attentive and you’ll leave the class understanding today’s lesson.” The teacher said with the most caring tone you’d ever heard. He held your shoulders for a little while, pressing on them a bit strongly. You discreetly pulled your lower lips with your teeth to not whimper as the plug pushed deeper into you because of the pressure Mr. Cruise was applying. His forest green eyes shone with a lecherous appetite — Could he know that something was buried in your cunt? No, it was not possible.

The attractive director Cruise finally freed you from his grip and took one quick glance at your perky nipples, which were pointing under the tight fabric of your blouse. Then, he focused back on the class.

The last ten minutes seemed to be hours of endless carnal torture. You felt your pulse in your swollen clit, and all your holes were open in anticipation of getting filled. Tears almost overflooded your Y/EC eyes for the hellish arousal you were undergoing almost made you run out of breath. Desire ignited your virgin body, and the sparkled that originally started the fire was Mr. Cruise.

The ring echoed in the corridor, striking the end of school — or striking a miraculous liberation for you.

“Alright girls, don’t forget to do exercises three and four for tomorrow. See you soon.” The teacher said, hands crossed in his back.

You stood up from the desk, quickly grabbed your stuff, and proceeded to leave the classroom.

“Not you, Y/N.” You froze

“Sir?”

“In my office. Now.” His sweet voice had turned to ice when the last woman exited the room, leaving you and Mr. Cruise alone.

Stricken by panic, your heart quickened and your being shattered. Now you were in trouble.

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You had followed Mr. Cruise to his office in complete silence. Not once you tried to ask him the reason behind such an appointment nor what did you do wrong, for you were far too afraid of the answer. Yet, the most logical part of your mind was trying to soothe your fears: no one could possibly know about the plug. You had managed to hide it so well that no one ever suspected you owned such an object. At this point, the only possible reason behind Mr. Cruise’s reprimands was your distracted behavior during today’s class. The seductive man made you enter the room first so that he could shut the door behind you. What you did not expect was to hear the door’s locking though. Chills ran down your spine as a thin streak of pussy juice ran down your inner thighs.

“Do you know what kind of school St. Helena is, Y/N?” He asked, his words sharp as glass shards. You turned around to look at him.

“A religious boarding school, Sir.”

“A religious boarding school,” The teacher repeated, tilting his head to the side without looking away, “You’re right, dear. So, can I ask you why do you have such a dirty attitude?”

Your heart stopped, thunder-stricken by fear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Sir.” You tried to sound convincing but you stuttered like a guilty child. Mr. Cruise walked to you and leaned to whisper in your ear.

“Bend over the desk.”

Your breath hitched, for the atmosphere thickened in the room. This time, you were shaking like a leaf. Did you hear well?

“Y/N. Bend. Now.” His voice remained quiet but his words were coated with a thrilling coldness. Having no other choice than giving in, you sniffed and bent over the director’s desk, your skirt lifting up and exposing your panties to him as you did so.

“Y/N… You are such a naughty girl,” He said, shaking his head with discontent. However, you could perceive a tint of excitement in his tone. He seemed to genuinely enjoy the whole situation. Mr. Cruise’s grin could not help but stretch further at the sight of the wet spot on the fabric of your panties. He could almost smell your arousal from here, and it was slowly driving him crazy.

“The Devil is in you, I knew it.”

You squealed, for you felt his fingertips brushing your intimate part above your soaked underwear, “So wet…”

You bit your lips, almost choking with shame.

“He makes you mind buzzing with impure thoughts, and you are listening to them.” When he decided he had petted your pussy enough, he pressed his fingers right where your plug was. A feverish and slutty moan escaped from your lips.

“Do you want a man to fuck you, Y/N?”

“N-No, Sir!”

“Little liar,” He growled and his fingers hooked your panties’ fabric to slowly pull it down along your legs. Eyes wide open, your body remained frozen with both terror and intense arousal at the sensation of the room’s fresh air caressing your exposed sensitive folds. No matter how hard you tried, your brain could not get over the fact you were bending over your director’s desk, your pussy in sights , “ You’re such a whore… A whore that needs to feed her greedy cunt even during my class. You should be ashamed.” Something in his voice made you wetter: he was lecturing you, but his breath had become a bit erratic. Now you were convinced he was as turned on as you. A quick look was enough for you to notice the huge bulge between his legs. His cock twitched, hypnotized by the wonderful sight of your glistening lips and your filled hole.

“Confess, or I’ll expose you to the whole school so that they know what a slut you are.

“I-I want to be filled!” You blurred out, desperate.

“Tell me more.”

“I don’t know why, Sir, but I have these constant disgusting urges since I arrived here. My dreams are filled with perverse images, and I wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and soaked with love juice,” As you talked, Mr. Cruise watched the plug move inside your tight walls.

“This is a very serious matter, Y/N.”

“I tried to resist but I crave sex so bad, Sir… I am so sorry!! I won’t do it anymore, I swear I’ll throw this toy away and I’ll behave! But please don’t tell the others!!”

“Hm.” He simply replied, thrilled with arousal and starting to feel too tight in his pants.

Following a serious accident that had happened years ago, Mr. Cruise turned to God and gave up his debauchery to live closer to purity. But when you arrived at St. Helena, you shook all the foundations he had spent the last years building. He who was certain to be immune to sin soon found himself jerking off every night thinking about you, his oh-so-young student. With your perfect curves and your mischievous pout, you swept away his self-control and corrupted his holy heart to the core with obscene urges since the first day he met you.

Mr. Cruise’s senses were overwhelmed: his eyes could not look away from your dripping cunt and the plug. His nose was deliciously assaulted by the faint smell of your perfume. His ears were lulled by your shy whimpers. His mouth was watering at the simple thought of licking your forbidden fruit — and his hands, oh how he wanted them to spank the Devil out from you with them!

Keeping a bit of self-control, he swallowed and brought his hand near your entrance to softy grab the plug’s edge between his fingers.

“Are you virgin, my dear?”

“Y-Yes Sir, I am.”

“So you don’t even know what it feels to have your fragile flower pounded and your inside filled with warm semen?”

Fire rushed to your cheeks and loins at his words, as if your whole body begged for someone to fill every of its hole. Your fingers clenched on the wooden desk, “No I don’t, Sir.”

“Good,” Without the slightest warning, the teacher pulled the toy out of your pussy. An exciting suction noise echoed in the room. This, added to the surprise, caused you to moan louder and wave your hips, asking for more. As soon as he relieved the tension in your walls, glistening love juice flowed from your stretched hole like magical water from the fountain of Youth. Mr. Cruise moistened his lips with his tongue, drooling over the sweet taste of you, “there, love. There…” He whispered with a caring tone, his free hand gently stroking your lips and, sometimes, he pressed the tip of one finger against your hole for it to just drip even more.

At this point, you had to bite your tongue not to beg him to fuck you.

“I’ll keep your misbehavior for myself. Let’s say it will be our little secret,” He started.

You sighed, half reassured even though the shame was still burning your cheeks. The sensation of Mr. Cruise petting your virgin cunt, his fingers grazing your sensitive flesh, and his thumb massaging your swollen clit blissed you out. Mouth half opened, head slightly tilted backward, and eyes shut, you were starting to get dizzy.

“Under one condition,” He grinned, satisfied with the reaction his touch provided you.

“Sir!” You whined as he slipped one finger into you.

“I’ll keep my tongue but, in exchange, I want you to keep that slutty sex toy buried deep in your innocent pussy during each of my lessons.” His words melt like butter. As he talked, he slipped a second finger and started massaging your pulsing walls with back-and-forth movements. Your body answered by arching your back and spreading your legs even wider. Drool dripped from the corner of your lips. This was so humiliating and exciting at the same time you could not resist moving your hips on his fingers, lingering for more and more.

“Y-Yes Sir! Owww more, please Sir!”

But Mr. Cruise pulled out his fingers, doing the exact opposite.

“Enough for today,” He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and, eager to taste you, he licked your juice from his skin, humming with joy as he did, “Now take your plug back, and go take a shower. Dinner will be served soon, and people will ask questions if they don’t see you there.”

You stood on your shaking legs: he had turned you into a dirty and soaked mess. With an ashamed hand, you leaned to pick your panties up but his hand brutally slapped your butt cheeks. You squealed, half in surprise and half in pain. His lips quirked in a sadistic smirk.

“Hurry up.” He concluded before you left the office with your head down and your pussy dripping. You closed the door behind you and disappear into St. Helena’s dark corridors, sin weighting on your shoulders.

Your twice-your-age teacher just fingered you and you liked it. So much that you’d die for him to do it again. A shaky sigh escaped from your greedy lips, that wanted to taste his. Maybe he was right when he said that the Devil was inside you and everything you did.

And you were ready to embrace it if it meant to drive your teacher pussy drunk for you…

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[stardustinthesky]

Ethan and Ilsa in Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation

This woman? He knows her. He trusts her.

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[greyangelpain]

The face of a man who just fell in love 💞

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[worldofheroes]

hi

if you are taking requests can I please request an Ethan hunt x reader plz?

maybe she gets sent on a mission and she finds out she has to sleep with someone (not rape but like a seduction part of the mission) on the mission and she has a really hard time coping after. And she hasn’t told Ethan yet (they are dating) and she wakes up from a. Nightmare about it and Ethan wants to help but she is scared to tell him. So after she tells him and he asks how he can help and she just asks him to make her think of something else. So maybe a little bit of super super fluffy smut between him and the reader? this is totally up to you and I don’t want you to do anything you are uncomfortable with (you can choose to use smut or no smut it is up to you)

I’m always taking requests! It may take awhile to get to (life, you know?), but I will write it! ❤️

Expect this fic to be up tomorrow!! 🥰 hope you’re not too mad about the delay!

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[fireinmoonshot]

An Ethan hunt x reader where the reader gets injured on a mission and Ethan is super worried over her? Thank you!!

You’re more focused on Benji’s voice in your ear instructing Ethan on where to go than you are on yourself, and that’s exactly why you don’t notice the man coming up behind you until the very last second. Your instincts kick in, then, and you spin in an attempt to dodge him as he swipes his knife towards you.

It misses you by pure luck.

You’re not quite lucky enough for the second swipe.

It slashes through the upper sleeve of your shirt and you can feel the blood starting to seep down your shoulder and coat the white cloth red. It stings, but you try not to let that distract you anymore than you already are. 

“Could do with a hand here, guys,” you say into the comms.

The man across from you narrows his eyes at you calling for backup. 

He takes that as a chance though, diving towards you. You dodge him again, swiftly kicking out your foot and sending him tumbling to the ground. There’s no use running. He’s taller, has longer legs and will catch up with you in no time. You just have to hold out until backup arrives and you can get rid of him. 

That’s the problem with this being one of your very first missions. You’re not quite as confident in your abilities as the rest of your team is. They’re all seasoned agents. You are not.

The man stands to his feet and you can tell you’ve made him mad by tripping him over. You let out a breath just as he dodges towards you again, but the one thing you’d missed is that he’d pulled another knife from his pocket while he’d been on the ground. You only notice when you feel it sink into your side. You let out a gasp at the feeling. It’s much worse than the slight sting from the cut on your arm.

Before you can do anything else, you hear a gunshot and the man in front of you sinks to the ground, taking the knife with him. You can’t help but follow him to the ground, sliding down the wall, your hands going to put pressure on the wound on your side as you look to see who had saved you – well, tried to.

You let out a breath of relief as you see Ethan running towards you. He skids to his knees beside you, his eyes focused only on the blood soaking your arm and his hands move to inspect it the cut. 

“You okay?” His voice is panicked. 

“I’m okay,” you nod at him, wincing a bit as he moves your arm. 

He looks at you properly then, and that’s when his eyes drift down to your blood covered hands pressing into your side. He’s on the other side of you instantly, swearing as you move your hands so he can see the stab wound. 

“You are not okay,” he says, a hint of anger in his voice. “I thought I got here in time.”

“It’s okay, Ethan,” you do your best to smile at him. “I’m glad you got here when you did.”

Ethan shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I should have been quicker.”

If your hands weren’t covered in blood, you’d reach up and make him look at you instead of the wound on your side. His eyes seem to have trouble leaving it.

“Hey, Ethan,” you try. “Look at me. Look at me.”

A little regretfully, his eyes make their way to yours, but keep flickering down to your hands on the wound. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Just… please get me to a hospital so I can get this looked out cause I really don’t wanna stay bleeding out here in this alley.” 

Ethan nods and then takes a deep breath, composing himself. “I’m gonna help you stand up, okay, but I’m gonna need you to keep pressure on that? You think you can do that?”

“I’ve got this,” you nod. 

He helps you stand up slowly and with as minimal pain on your part as possible. 

“Hey, Ethan,” you say as soon as you’re standing up.

“You okay?” He asks, worried.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

#ethan hunt x you #ethan hunt x reader #ethan hunt #mission: impossible #mission impossible imagine #mission impossible #mission impossible x you #mission impossible x reader

[ilsaethan]

ilsa grabbing ethan before he goes over :')

or, in the words of mark bristol (storyboard artist): they've had each other's back from the first date.

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[renren-006]

Masterlist

Started: 7-29-22 Updated: 4-15-24

Story count: 46

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Ryan Gosling

ONE SHOTS

Officer K

Heart of Gold

Driver

Get Away Driver

unworthy goodbyes

Sebastian Wilder

La vie en Rose

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Double Trouble ***

Turning Tides ***

Rematch ***

Prince Charming ***

Protection Squad ***

Homework Problems ***

Polaroid

The Spy Next Door ***

SONG INSPIRED

Sierra Six/ Court Gentry

Loved ***

SMUT

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Far Away

All you had to do was ask

Shy Boy ***

Ethan Hunt

ONE SHOTS

Promises

Reckoning ***

Lazy Saturdays ***

Falling in Love in France ***

Complete ***

Daryl Dixon

ONE SHOT

Jealousy ***

Prisoner and Savior

Sunshine Optimist

"I Know"

Savior

SMUT

The Hearts Want

After

Jeffery Dean Morgan

Negan Smith-

ONE SHOT

Prisoner and Savior

To Love and Trust

SERIES

Love Lost

Part 1: Atlanta-Verginia

Part 2: Heart Strings

Part 3:

John Winchester-

ONE SHOT

Hunt

MARVEL:

Wanda

ONE SHOT

Magnets

Love Knot (poll)

Bucky

ONE SHOT

Car Troubles

The Book

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

ONE SHOT

Skyscraper

Bruce Wayne

ONE SHOT

The Love of a Bat

Geralt

ONE SHOT

Sleepovers

Wounds and Kisses ***

Preference? ***

Fezco

ONE SHOT

Anger and Love ***

You Did a Bad Thing Twice ***

Theseus Scamander

SMUT

Magic Hands ***

JJ Maybank

ONE SHOT

Bruises

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[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FOUR (+18)

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: This chapter will have inappropriate language, explicit content. Readers are warned. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. Chapter with scenes intended for adults, if you are not an adult, do not read.

chapter three chapter five

August looks uncomfortable. Ever since he agreed to work alongside Tangerine. You know the fact that you had a brief romance with Tangerine doesn't help. As you prepare the bed so that August Walker can sleep, you feel him watching you. Tangerine was too tired to do anything so he just passed out on your bed.

"So after years of partnership, you ditched me for a cheap, less pretty version?" August says while watching you. You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.

"I would like to remind you that after our partnership ended, you disappeared from my life. It was as if it didn't matter how many nights we spent together. You can't demand loyalty when you abandon someone." You say arranging the blanket on the bed. August is still standing with his arms crossed in the guest room door.

"I didn't abandon you. We made a deal, Y/N. Feelings were out of the question. And then you put my life ahead of the mission. Damn it, what did you think would happen?" Walker speaks with his authoritative tone, asserting his belief that he's right. But how could putting him above the mission be such a bad thing?

"I should have let you die, Walker. I should have let Ethan kill you on that damn mission, you ungrateful bastard." You say, staring at Walker, growing increasingly irritated. Walker approaches, getting inches away from you. His eyes devouring you as if he's thirsty for something.

"How desperate did you have to be to go from fucking me to fucking Tangerine?" August speaks in a mocking tone. You however laughed blatantly trying to make you feel inferior.

"Honey, you must have a really bruised ego. Tangerine and you are almost the same. And if you're wondering if in every way, yes is the answer." You say looking down, leaving no doubt you are talking about sizes. August seems more excited than angry at this moment, which confuses you a little. You expect a bad reaction, but it doesn't come. On the contrary, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you. At first, his lips touch yours softly. Afterwards it's as if you're missing each other's taste. Slowly exploring each other's mouth.

"You should never have come back into my life, you know that right?" August Walker speaks with his mouth almost glued to yours yet.

"Shut up." You respond, holding the hem of his shirt with both hands and then taking it off his body. He, in turn, lifts you a little off the floor, guiding you to the bed. It was almost as if his body had no weight at all. His hand quickly cupping your ass.

"You're still as hot as I remember." Walker whispers in your ear. You then kiss his neck, as if to say you liked the compliment. In the next second, August Walker is taking off the dress you're wearing and throwing it in some corner of the room. His fingers roam your face, and when his fingers pass your lip, you lick them lightly. Walker's reaction was to hold her face firmly but without hurting her and then devour her mouth with a kiss.

"I want you now." That's all you can say before you completely lose your lucidity as you watch Walker take off the rest of his clothes. You're obviously excited about the fact that you're going touch him again. Your hand passes lightly under Walker's cock, making him moan softly as you kiss his body.

"Lay down." He says dominant as he removes your bra. His fingers press against his breasts, causing a pleasant sensation of pain and pleasure. You let out a grunt when Walker's lips touch yours. He continues pressing the tops of your breasts with his hands while he is on top of you. Already your hands are busy holding his hair tightly. You then remember to grab a condom from the bedside. He watches you and seconds later he already puts the condom that was previously in your hand on his penis. He puts two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them, while looking directly at him. It's been so long since you two have been this close that you feel like you're going to explode. His fingers that were previously in your mouth are now in your pussy, almost causing a pleasant friction. His fingers enter you without delay, and you let out a few noises as you feel the pleasure of having at least a part of him in you. His fingers press into your pussy which is wet enough that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

"You...fuck me. Please." You sputter as you feel your body start to shake a little more. Walker smiles, kissing you next.

"Good girl." He says, taking his fingers out of you and pushing his cock into you. The feeling of having him like this was almost driving you crazy. You increased the pace of his thrusts and into you, as you held his ass to feel him more. His hands held Walker's ass so tightly that you could feel it would leave a mark later. But he didn't seem to care. He just thrust deeper and deeper inside you, as he kissed every detail of you, including your lips and mostly your neck. His kisses got deeper and deeper, as if he really needed you.

"Fuck. I'm going to go crazy with you." Walker says as you become a mixture of sex, moans and sweat. You can only smile, while mumbling disjointed words. You're reconnecting so easily that you don't even notice when you cum. But when he cums right away you smile. A smile of satisfaction.

"I can't lie. You're still one of the few fuckers who know how to fuck well." You speak while Walker is still beneath you. He then kisses you, getting off of you and throwing the condom in the trash. You weakly rest your head on Walker's chest as soon as he returns to bed. And at least at this moment, you allow yourself to sleep with a man who you don't even know if you can fully trust.

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