#so i took my wet socks and shoes off in the car and bf had an extra pair of warm socks in his car but no shoes (duh)

[hidingoutbackstage]

Okay it’s official my bf is the best man in the universe

[issa-me-addy]

Beachside (Bf!Bucky x Reader Smut) 

A/N: I’m working on a big ol slowburn/fluff series so I thought it only appropriate to write my first smut for this blog (and also my first smut... in years) to even things out I am thoroughly sorry to my innocent baby followers/non-mcu followers

Also this is dedicated to my baby juliette <3 she hyped me the fuck up when i gave her a sneak peak of Better Than Words so she deserves sum smutty smut smut 

ps. heres my masterlist~

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: smut? duh, metal arm kink, mild dom!bucky/brat reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), small hickeys, overstimulation & unprotected sex (this is fictional friends. wrap it or else you cannot tap it do you hear me) cos thats what i'm into leave me alone also this has like no real plot its just smut... ENJOY!

You, Bucky and several other Avengers were in California for a Stark Tech show in LA, some security system Tony was working on. You and Bucky decided to leave a few days early to spend some time alone together. Everyone gave you space at the tower, but there was something special about being completely and utterly alone. 

The night before the event, the two of you took the rental car and drove up and down the coast for a few hours, still cruising even after the sun had set. The windows were rolled down and the music was a little too loud. He always let you pick the music and told you which he really liked to build a mutual playlist that you both enjoyed. 

You sat in the passenger seat, your left leg tucked underneath you and his flesh hand softly moving up and down the inside of your thigh. 

You couldn’t help but look at him, admiring his profile, his scruff that he let grow out, knowing you’d have to enjoy it now before he shaved it off for tomorrow’s event. You took his hand and laced his fingers with yours as you bit the inside of your cheek and allowed your head to fall against the headrest. 

“Sweetheart, why are you staring at me?” He asked, lowering the music, his face still square with the highway in front of him. His jaw shifted as he smiled. “I can feel you looking at me.” 

“Shhh,” You’d hum. “Just let me look at you. Why can’t I look at you?” 

He squeezed your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to your knuckles. “You’re being creepy, baby.” 

“I disagree.” You giggle in response, watching as he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, the metal plates on his left arm shifting. 

You brought his flesh hand up to your mouth and kissed his knuckles back, but you didn’t stop there. You continued to stare at the side of his face as you pressed open mouth kisses to his knuckles, his thumb, and soon took his thumb into your mouth. 

“Doll, don’t make me pull over.” 

You couldn’t help but grin at this threat that sounded more like a good time. “Oh no, don’t do that!” You said in a tone slick with sarcasm. “I totally don’t want to fuck you to the sound of the ocean waves.” 

He finally turned his head, locking eyes with you, the absolute love of his life, before smiling. “Oh doll, I’m going to make you regret using that tone with me.” 

You drove until there was a parking ledge and stopped the car on the side of a cliff where you could see the reflection of the moon on the ocean outside of your window. 

The two of you folded the seats down and crawled into the backseat of the SUV and immediately kicked off your shoes. 

Bucky didn’t waste any time in laying you down on your back, the moonroof right above your head, giving you a clear view of the star speckled sky. 

He placed himself in between your legs and tangled his hand into your hair as he brought his lips to yours. 

“Baby doll, you are going to be the fucking death of me.” Bucky muttered onto your lips as his hips dipped circles against your own, his hard on already prominent against the inside of your thigh. 

His lips continued to speckle kisses on your own, then around your jaw and back to your lips over and over again, in time with the circles that his hips drew into your own. 

Eventually he would kiss down your jaw and suck small dark mark on the side of your neck. You knew that you’d have a hell of a time covering it for the event tomorrow but you thoroughly did not give a fuck right that moment. 

All the while, his hands have managed to roam underneath the hoodie you’d stolen from him and also refused to wear a bra under. As his tongue gently ran over the new hickey on your neck, his flesh hand pinched and flicked on your left nipple. 

It only took you a moment to realize he wanted the hoodie off. Bucky leaned back, his knees resting between your legs and his metal hand pressed up against the roof of the car as he waited for you to strip the jacket off. Within seconds your chest was bare and you took this time with Bucky upright to tug on his shirt for him to take it off and to begin unbuckling his belt. 

He came back down before you could finish unzipping his jeans. His lips found yours and this time, his tongue fought its way into your mouth, instantly moving against yours, massaging your tongue with his own.

When his mouth left yours, you found yourself panting. Bucky took this time to kiss down your neck once more. Now with your hoodie off, he continued to pepper kisses across the top of your chest before completely taking your left nipple into his mouth, gently flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue, feeling it get hard between his lips. He smiled to himself before sucking roughly and using his flesh hand to slap the outside of your upper thigh. 

Strings of profanities left your mouth as your fingers tangled into his hair and his mouth continued to move down your body, leaving wet kisses down your stomach. Once his lips found the waistband of your cotton shorts he leaned back once again and assisted you in taking them, alongside your underwear off. It was then that you looked up to see that the moonroof had already fogged up from the heat inside the car and you grinned to yourself. 

“No fair,” You muttered, as he threw the fabric against the windshield once more. “Take yours off,” You requested, pulling him close by the loops on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. 

It took him a moment but soon he was left in nothing but his socks and his tight black briefs that showed a prominent outline of his hard on, even in the dim moon light. In a matter of seconds, he was settled between your legs again. 

He spread your legs open and kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking softly, almost threatening to leave more dark purple marks in this new location. 

Without warning he licked a broad stripe from the bottom of your labia to your clit. 

Your breath hitched and your fingers immediately reached down to tug on his hair. “More Buck. I need more.” 

He continued with several broad stripes before he wrapped his lips around your clit, slowly flicking the now hard nub with his tongue. 

He would alternate sucking on your clit and licking messy shapes against your skin. “Oh God, my girl tastes so good.” He muttered almost inaudibly against your pussy, the warm air making you wiggle underneath him. 

“Stay still for me, doll.” He commanded, prominently this time as his flesh hand pressed your knee down, opening your thighs up and shifting his weight onto his right side. 

The cool metal of his left hand came in contact with your inner thigh and the sound of your gasp filled the air. “Please. Please touch me, Buck.” 

He grinned, and popped his index finger in his mouth, slicking it with spit before slowly pressing it into your opening. He slowly rocked the silver finger in and out of you before bringing it out once more to lube his middle finger with spit and press the two into you. 

You both felt the way his thick fingers stretched the walls of your pussy open. You struggled to keep your hips still, as his fingers slowly moved against your skin and his stubble scratched the inner most of your thighs. . You found yourself biting on your knuckle to keep quiet. 

“I want to hear you, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He said before bringing his lips back to your clit. It was as if he carefully calculated it, the way he alternated pressing his fingers as far into you as he could, with the lightest nibbling of your clit between his teeth. 

Before long you were a moaning mess and couldn’t help but wiggling underneath him. “Fucking hell, James. Don’t stop. Shit! I love your tongue, Buck. So much.” 

He grinned to himself, your words fueling him as he continued to eat you out. It was only a matter of minutes before you were squirming underneath him. “Hun, you have to keep still for me.” 

You tried your best to not wiggle, but before long you felt yourself clench his fingers harder, ultimately cumming onto his metal hand and into his mouth. But he wouldn’t stop. 

He continued to lap up the juices spilling out of you as the profanities you yelled filled the car. He let his fingers slip out of you in one swift movement, bringing them up to your mouth as he continued to lap up your cum, overstimulating your sensitive cunt until you forced your legs together and he had no choice but to stop. 

The bottom half of his face was coated in your cum, and you admired the sight of him, grinning ear to ear and licking his lips as you sucked your own cum off of his metal fingers. 

You brought your hands up and hooked them around the back of his neck, opening your legs once more and pulling him down on top of you. 

“You did so good, princess.” He’d hum before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You’d giggle in response, pressing your hand between your bodies and palming his dick through the thin black fabric of his Calvin Kleins.

He would whisper symphonies of curses in your ear as you licked broad stripes up his neck, ending them with open mouthed kisses on his stubble lined jaw, your hands slipping inside of his underwear and stroking the middle of his shaft.

You were both growing impatient as you used your feet to pull his briefs down around his ankles and rubbed his tip against your clit as soon as it sprung free. 

“Fucking hell, doll. Still so wet for me, are you?” He pushed the last bit of fabric down until it hung on one of his ankles and sat once more on his knees, his own hand now stroking the base of his cock, slapping it against you and admiring how you looked, splayed out in front of him. 

“Always.” 

And without wasting another moment he’d place his metal hand flat right by your face and guide his tip into your cunt. In one smooth flick of his hips, he filled you to the brim. 

This time you didn’t bother trying to keep quiet as your screams filled the car. He chuckled at how your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Leaning back onto his knees, his hands grabbed your hips and began to lead himself in and out of you, setting a terribly slow pace. 

“I fucking hate you, Barnes,” You’d groan, pissed at him for going so agonizingly slow. 

“All you had to say was, please, darling.” He’d smirk before tripling his pace with no sense of build up. 

Soon you were grasping at nothing, your mouth continuously open, filling the four door with more than the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

It wasn’t long before he started to fall into you, his hips moving sloppily as he reached his peak. 

You’d pull him back down, tugging on his hair and grazing ear with your teeth. “Cum for me, Buck.” 

All it took was the sound of your voice, yearning for him. Then suddenly, he was like putty, encasing you with his body, squeezing your face with his hands and messily pressing his lips against yours as his cum pumped into you. 

As your lips parted, he brushed your hair out of your face, using the thin layer of to slick back your baby hairs. “I love you, doll.” 

You’d return the favor, tucking pieces of jet black hair behind his ears and running your thumb against his bottom lip ever so gently. “I love you too, James. Always have.” 

“Always will.”

[hardyimagines]

Welcome To The Family

Hey, I have never requested a story before , not sure how to ask. But how about Tom Hardy (himself) is my bf and I am bringing him home to meet my family and my father is very aggressive because tom is too old for me. Then he makes himself love especially to my mother and little sister. Aaand he spends the night in our house, we may do some dirty things. Thank you in advance :)

Warnings: little bit of sexxx

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“Will you just be kind to him? You never approve of anyone that I’m seeing?” Your voice was soft, already defeated. Today meant everything to you and you were sure that it would somehow be ruined. Laying your palms out flat on the folded white napkins that were set out on the table, you ensured that none of them contained any wrinkles before you turned on your heel and moved into the kitchen to join your mother. Your father remained seated at the table. He wore a look of distaste. He didn’t think you should be dating anyone at such a young age. You were in your mid-twenties, so he thought this was the perfect time to focus on your career, your studies and education, not on a man.

“Dad doesn’t get it, honey.. you have to be patient. He’ll come around eventually.” Your mother, Amy, told you quietly as she watched you from her peripheral. You hauled open one of the wooden cabinets and dragged out a stack of dishes. Some of the glasses were marked with prints, decorated with flowers, pink, purple, and green or animals ranging from panda’s to puppy’s. You set the dog one to the side and decided that that one would be Tom’s. He was the biggest dog lover you knew. You were silent following your mother’s words. You understood that your father didn’t want his little girl to grow up, but he didn’t have to treat the situation like it was the end of the world. You wanted him to like Tom, or at least pretend like he did. You didn’t want your boyfriend to feel like an outsider. A heavy sigh left your lips, the only sign that told your mother you heard what she said. The freshly swept floor gleamed beneath your sock-covered feet as you made your way back into the dining room. Setting a dish down in front of each chair, you gave your father the plate that was decorated with the owl.

“I want the dog one.” He told you firmly before ushering toward the dish at the opposite end of the table. Your eyes narrowed for only a second before you shook your head.

“No, I’m giving that one to Tom. He’s a huge dog-lover, dad. You have the owl one.” Your hand brushed along the back of his seat as you passed and when you did, you lifted the dog plate protectively, ensuring that your boyfriend would be the one to use it. Nervously making your way back into the kitchen to help your mother finish up with dinner, you finally spoke up to her. “If dad starts acting.. really rude, we’re just going to leave. I’m warning you now. Tom deserves the world and im just a small part of that. I don’t want dad’s big mouth or rude words ruining anything.” Your hip pressed into the counter as you turned to face the woman. You’d been dating Tom for three years, but nobody in your household knew that apart from your younger sister. Everyone else just assumed that since you were just now introducing him, you’d only recently begun dating. “I love him.” You whispered. The knife in your mother’s hands ceased its movements. Her brown eyes twinkled with concern before she looked toward you. It wasn’t her place to tell you not to love. She couldn’t protect you from heartbreak, she could only console you afterward. The conversation came to an abrupt end when the doorbell sounded. There was no time to worry about the nerves that suddenly made themselves present in your stomach — no time at all. You needed to get to the door before your dad did.

Tom stood on the porch with a bouqet of flowers clutched in his palm. The lively green stems were moist from having only recently been taken out of the jug of water he’d brought along on the journey. The plant water was tucked away in his car, blooming beauties in his hand seemingly more captivating since he’d allowed them to drink their water. He smiled lazily before lifting his gaze to the door when the brown wood swung open. His blue eyes glistened excitedly before running along your small form. You were dressed down in some jeans and one of his old shirts. The thing was too small for him, but it fit you nicely. A little oversized, but you still looked breathtaking. So casual, yet so very beautiful. He took a small step forward, sneakers scuffing against the porch step as he lifted himself on to the main deck. He towered over you more so now. The fluffy socks you wore were hardly enough protection from the cold porch you stood on. A little shiver ran along your spine as your boyfriend moved even closer, but you were sure that wasn’t from the chilly outdoors, just from the proximity of the handsome man. Your small palm lifted to press against his cheek, gentle fingers grazing the facial hair that lined his cheeks, jaw, and chin. He didn’t have much time to greet you before you leaned in and pressed your lips against his own. He supposed this counted as a greeting as well.

“Hands off her, boy, or we are going to have problems before you even make it into the house.” Your father’s deep voice invaded the perfect bubble you and Tom had created. Your lips were left alone when the man in your arms shrunk back. He resembled a shy child — one side of him you hadn’t seen much of before.

“My apologies.” Tom spoke softly before extending his arm. He smiled down at you before discreetly winking as you took hold of the pretty bouquet. Despite what your father had said, you leaned up and kissed your boyfriend again before taking his hand and leading him inside.

“Thank you for the flowers, baby, they’re beautiful.” You told him as you led him inside. He halted in the door so that he could remove his shoes, kicking the things softly before he turned toward you. Your light eyes fell to the socks he wore. Of course they would be Venom. An amused giggle left your lips before you looked toward your dad. Now that you were tucked away inside the warmth of the house, you could properly introduce the two. “Tom, this is my dad. Dad, this is Tom.” Your eyes squinted toward your father when you sensed how uninterested he looked.

“Hank.” Your father corrected. “Don’t call me dad.” His hands were pushed deep into his pockets, not twitching in the slightest. He made no movement to shake the actor’s hand or even smile. “You don’t look like you’re in your twenties.” He declared before scanning the man at your side. “You’re far too old for my girl, aren’t you. You’ve got to be in your thirties, if not fourties.” You rolled your eyes at his words before shaking your head. The annoyance in your stomach was coming to life. Did all dad’s act like this? So disapproving the second they looked at their guest. The floorboards creaked beneath the moving weight as you made your way down the hall and toward the kitchen to avoid this conversation. Age wasn’t important. Tom was hot on your heels, not letting you get even an inch away from him.

Your mother glanced over her shoulder at your loud steps and then sudden appearance. Her soft eyes locked on to Tom’s and she politely spun around to speak to him. “You must be Tom?” Her eyes were so warm and inviting. She dried her wet hands off on the dry rag that resided on the counter before making her way toward him. Her arms locked around him in a secure embrace before she drew back. “It’s lovely to meet you.” Her hand pat his arm before she looked to you. “You did good.” Her voice quietened significantly, as if Tom wouldn’t hear her sly compliment. “Oh- do you need a vase, honey?”

“Yes.” You uttered before moving to the cabinet beneath the microwave. A twinge of delight fluttered in your tummy as she instantly gave her approval over, but it didn’t cheer you up fully because the grumpy man in the dining room could still ruin the night by bashing on Tom for god knew what. Dragging the cabinet open, you pinched a large glass container and lifted it into the sink so you could fill it halfway with water. The flowers were then set inside their new home, fitting perfectly. You set the vase on the windowsill so the dying sun in the distance could warm the petals before it went to sleep for the night. Tom loomed behind you, large palm lifting so he could cradle your hip. He could tell you were already becoming frustrated.

“Babe?” He drew you backward and toward him. “It’s alright, yeah?” His voice was soft against your ear, hot breaths easing the building anger. You turned around to face him before lifting your small hands to his arms. Your thumbs traced his tattoos before you leaned in and embraced him completely. “I‘m not worried about what he thinks of me, remember that.” He enveloped your cheeks with his warm hands before drawing you in for a gentle kiss. Your mother had a hard time hiding her smile, so she lifted the first tray of food and moved into the dining room.

“Do me a favor..” You drew back from the kiss so you could look up at him. “When my dad tells you not to do something, don’t listen. I know you want to do good by him and impress him and all that, but if I want to hold your hand or kiss you, I’m gonna, so I want you to do the same.” The man stared down at you with a soft smile before nodding his head. He looped his arm around your shoulders and gently tugged you forward.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head, hm?” He pressed his nose against your cheek before smiling. “It’ll be fine.” He assured you with a soft peck to your skin. His mouth was repeatedly pressing to your cheek, gliding along your flesh. Little giggles left your lips, sounds of enjoyment but also quiet begs for him to cease his endless affection because it tickled.

“Who’s he?” A sudden voice piped up from the corner. You stiffened in your boyfriend’s arms before slowly looking over your shoulder. Eyeing your younger sister, you bit your cheek before turning around to face her.

“El, this is Tom. Remember, my boyfriend?” The little girl in the doorway smiled. She had two missing front teeth and a pair of glasses set low on the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t have been more than eight, he thought. Her hair was done up in pigtails and her eyes were a brighter shade of blue than Tom’s. She set her hands sassily on her hips, before tugging her jeans up and then stepping forward.

“Is your real name Tom?” She inquired. Climbing up on to one of the bar stools, she knelt on the tan cushion and fixed him with an accusing glare.

“Is your real name El?” He flipped the question around and leaned against the counter. His blue eyes glistened with amusement as they slid between her own.

“No, my name’s Elouise, but everyone calls me Ellie or El.” She stated matter of factly before fixing him with an impatient look.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He slunk forward so he could set his elbows on the counter she was stood at. “Tom’s not my real name..” He started, but you stepped up and cut him off before he could finish.

“Ellie, remember that movie I showed you the other night.” Your fingertips lazily traced the length of your boyfriend’s muscular back. “Mad Max, remember?” The child on the stool briefly looked toward you before nodding her head in response. “Mh, well, this..” Your hand stilled at the top of his spine, delicately residing there. “is Max.”

The little girl didn’t really understand the difference between people in movies and people in real life. She figured they were just made up, but the longer she looked at the man in her kitchen, she could see the resemblance. “So you’re on tv?” Her eyes lit up. She wanted to be an actress when she was older. “I wanna be there too- on tv, in the movies!”

The conversation in the kitchen could be heard in the living room. Your mother wore a fascinated smile, shocked that the boy in the kitchen had been able to strike up a conversation with her youngest baby so quickly. Elouise was typically shy, quiet, and kept to herself. Your father on the other hand was gripping his cutlery so hard, the silver was nestling itself deeper and deeper into his tender flesh before he let the silverware topple noisily down on his glass plate. Your mother looked to him instantly with a warning glare, one that told him to just behave for once!

Tom looked in the direction of the loud sound and you were soon to do the same. Lowering your hand, you squeezed his fingers before helping Ellie off of the stool. “Come on, munchkin, wash your hands and then let’s have some dinner.” You told your younger sister softly before moving around the island in the center of the room. Retrieving the basket of bread, you grabbed ahold of Tom’s hand and led him through the corridor and across to the dining room. Ushering toward the puppy plate, now set out so that he could have it, you took the seat beside him and set the bowl of bread down in the middle so everyone could have a piece or two.

Elouise came bounding into the room with soaked hands and warm eyes. Her smile was bright and contagious, wide enough to draw at least a twitch of the lips from every occupant of the table. Your hand lowered beneath said table, finding your boyfriends knee swiftly so you could squeeze some comfort into him if he needed any throughout the dinner. He looked in your direction briefly, instantly captivated by the smile that resided on your pink lips.

Your mother could see it, plain as day, how infatuated with one another you were. Your father saw it too and it sickened him. A man could fake those feelings until he’d well and truly used his selected victim and then could move on to the next. Especially a man like the one sitting at his dining table. He was older, mature, he knew what he was doing — what he was capable of. He preyed on the young. But little did your father know, Tom had no intentions of dating you when the pair of you’d met. It was accidental to fall in love.

“So,” Your mother was the first to speak. “do we get to hear the story of how you two met?” Her question was soft as she began to dish out the meal residing in the middle of the table. The silver dishes were sat in a straight line, potatoes tucked away inside one bowl, macaroni in another. A loaf of bread doused in garlic and butter was situated closest to your father and in the center of the table, a tray of chicken and fish. Amy fixed her plate and Elouise’s, green eyes gliding to your father every now and then when he made no movement to fix his own plate. He was too focused on the expressions you and Tom were wearing, so giddy and gleaming from nothing in particular. He squinted. He had no interest in hearing how the pair of you met. You slumped across the table, fingertips grazing the bowl of potatoes, struggling to actually grab ahold of it. Tom watched you momentarily with a lazy smirk, amusement evident in his gaze, before he leaned over and with his much longer arm gripped the potato bowl. Handing it to you so that you could get what you wanted from it, he tilted his head when you dropped two on to his plate. He rewarded your need to help fix his plate with a kiss to the forehead before he placed the bowl back in its rightful spot in front of Elouise.

“We met when he was filming ‘Legend’.” You told your mother quietly. Your father had absolutely no idea what the names of any movies were — he was clueless. Your mother on the other hand, she should’ve taken up a career in movie critiquing. She’d seen every movie on earth it seemed like, for the second you said the name of the film, she cleared her throat in confusion. That movie had come out ages ago. Her eyes latched on to your own, silently examining you. You nodded once to answer her silent question of ‘have you really been seeing this man for that long’ and when she looked back to Tom, it hit her like a truck that this was in fact the actor who’d starred as the Kray Twins. She straightened. He hadn’t looked familiar before despite the fact that she had seen plenty of his films, but he certainly did now. She wasn’t exactly an over the top, spastic fan of celebrities, she just really enjoyed movies. Her lips twitched, curving upward fully before she looked down at her chicken, tongs of her fork piercing the meat. “It was when I took that college practice course.” You waved your hand around to signify the timeline. “Remember?”

Her eyes lit up. “Of course I do.” Hank didn’t. His expression was still blank. He still thought this bloke was your boyfriend of a few weeks. You knew he’d be infuriated if you told him that you’d actually been dating the man for approximately 200 weeks.

“Well, I was in charge of Emily Browning’s makeup, but there were a few times they sent me over to his,” You squirmed in your seat, cheeks warming beneath the heated gaze of your family. “dressing room and I was assigned to help him out when it was necessary.” Your eyes flickered to the handsome man at your side.

“You’ve changed your career choice since then, honey, why didn’t you stick with makeup?” Your mother inquired, narrowing her eyes in the slightest as she tried to read the entirety of the situation.

Tom opened his arm, laying the length of it across the back of your seat. His fingertips grazed your arm, tracing your hot skin tenderly as he peered down at you. His plate was still yet to be made, but it was because he was listening intently to everything you had to say.

“Um,” Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend. “I had to put this foundation type powder,” Your hand lifted to Tom’s cheek. “on him.. a subtle amount.. and when they resumed filming, his face was blinding, and blotchy.” Your words drew a harsh, raspy chuckle from the bloke at your side. He looked to Amy.

“She didn’t spread it out enough.. and she chose the wrong color.” The woman could see he found the situation completely laughable and cute for he looked back at you with nothing but admiration in his gaze.

“Yeah, well,” Your hand fell to his shoulder, squeezing it. “you asked me out after that.” Slumping back in your chair, your soft eyes ran along his handsome features before you looked toward your dish, still not made. You made movement to lean forward and start, but Tom beat you to it. His large fingers curled around the spoon in the macaroni, dishing out a few scoops for you and then for himself. You watched him as he made your plate and then his before you looked toward your father who still refused to chime in to the conversation. “Now I’m going to be a hair stylist.” You looked back to your mother. “For films.. I actually have helped out quite a bit since meeting him, and I’m told I’m pretty good.” The excitement on your face made your mother’s heart warm. She looked to Tom to see if you spoke the truth. He nodded with a wide grin, backing you up on this career choice. Make up was a no go, but hair, you were very good at hair.

Hank shifted in his seat before beginning to loudly and sloppily make his plate. He was like a child, throwing a tantrum and creating as much noise as possible without having to verbally say ‘look at me’. Your hand vanished beneath the table, gliding to rest on Tom’s knee once more as you began to eat.

Ellie shifted, face filthy from the sticky cheese that coated her macaroni. “Do you have something else?” Her hand lifted so she could push her glasses up the bridge of her curved nose. “Something like else to say?” She stared at Tom. She was intrigued by him. He was very pretty to look at and she found it strange to see him in person after seeing him on tv.

Tom licked his lips slowly before studying the girl. He pondered what else he could tell her, but before he really had a chance, Hank spoke, startling everyone in the room.

“Tell me,” He squinted. “why there’s such a large age gap.” He looked toward the man seated at his table. “You’re closer to my age than you are to her’s.” He informed the man. “I’m 47.” His bushy brows drew together. “She’s 25.” He then laid his cutlery down and folded his arms over his chest. “So unless you’re 36, because that puts you right in the middle,” He tongued his cheek before shoving a piece of fish past his lips and speaking with a mouthful. “you can leave my house, boy, because there’s nobody,” He nodded, searching Tom’s eyes for a hint of anger. “that’s gonna date my little girl and be that much older than her.”

Amy scoffed at her husband’s pathetic words before she slowly looked in your direction. She could see the twitch of your lower lip, the faint tremble and she could tell then that Tom was, indeed older then 36, otherwise you wouldn’t be so upset. Tom sensed the tension you felt, he could feel your fingers twitching against his knee. He knew no amount of words could get him to leave, not unless those words were your own. He didn’t care about approval from anyone, he loved you and that wasn’t going to change by a meer dislike from your father. Your mother seemed to like him just find and Ellie did too.

“You don’t have a say.” You told him sternly. The heel of your foot pushed roughly into the floorboards as your throat grew tight and achy from the amount of words you wanted to spew all at once.

“I don’t have a say?” Your father barked harshly. “You’re my kid, I do have a say.”

“Maybe when I was younger. I’m 25, I brought him here to meet you. I didn’t bring him here to ask for your permission.” You lifted your hands and planted them so harshly against the table, the entirety of it shook beneath the force. “I love him and no amount of what you have to say will change that.” Tom was tempted to draw you gently back down into your seat, but he sensed that you wanted space from the tense room so he didn’t do anything. He let you speak your mind. Your eyes grew watery the longer that you stared at your father. “I don’t know why you can’t ever just be happy for me, you always have something to say about everything I do.” Your small hands moved to your plate, curling around it as you clenched your jaw. “I’m.. I can’t eat in here.” The four residents at the table watched you as you left the room without another word. It was unspoken that Tom would follow, but he stayed put for a few moments after you’d left the room. His eyes ran along the dinner, blue orbs lifting to the man who seemed to already hate him.

“She really cares about what you think.” He uttered before standing. “Always trying to do right by you and now I see why she’s always so stressed out.” Tom pinched his dish as well before looking toward El. “Do you want to show me where her room is?”

Amy’s eyes were fixed on her macaroni as she pushed it absentmindedly around her plate. Her eyes flickered to Ellie who was staring at her for permission. Her mother bobbed her head before watching as she skipped over to Tom and clutched on to his hand before leading him from the room.

You were sat on your bed, legs curled up beneath you as you flipped through the pages of one of your old scrapbooks. It had already been laid out on the bed, opened to the pages of printed photos of you and Tom. Your thumb grazed the length of the images, little smile playing on your lips as you admired the many, many pictures. The soft creak of your gliding open pulled your attention to it and the sight of Tom stood with Ellie’s hand clasped in his grip and his plate in his other made you beam.

“Sorry I ran off.” You told the pair before shutting the book and pushing it beneath your pillow. You slouched back against the wall, knees bending as you watched Tom enter further into the room. Ellie didn’t. Her stomach growled noisily so she waved before running off. The man stood beside the door gently nudged it shut before laying his plate on the dresser and fixating you under an inquisitive stars. His hands sunk into his jean pockets, feet planted firmly into the floor as he studied you.

“There’s no need to apologize to me, I didn’t know.. he was so hard on you.” He whispered before looking to his left. Studying the contents that bordered your dresser, he moved his hand to the broken carousel, studying the winder that no longer turned. You stood slowly from the bed, pushing off the mattress so you could cross the room. You stopped once you reached the dresser.

“It doesn’t matter.” You started, but he looked back to you.

“It does.” His brows furrowed. “It absolutely does, you’re miserable.” He frowned. Tom pulled his hands out of his pockets before lifting them to your cheeks. He cradled the smooth surface, tracing the underside of your eyes with his delicate touch. You were silent, relishing in the feel of his hands. “Babe,” He whispered, hot breaths running along your features. “move in with me.”

Your eyes, previously droopy from the enjoyable touch, sprang open at his words. Staring up at him as if he had two heads, your stomach dropped, twisted, and then churned. Three years was a long enough time to wait for such a question, but the unexpectedness of it made you feel queasy.

“What?” You whimpered out pathetically.

He smirked. “I didn’t stutter, now did I?”

“Tom, you.. that’s so sudden, too spontaneous, you need to think about what you’re asking me because I’d be invading your space!” He knew you were trying your best to make sure this was what he wanted, but he wouldn’t have asked you unless he’d truly meant it.

“I’ve been trying to ask you for months, I just didn’t know if you were ready to.” He whispered before slowly moving his hands from your cheeks, down to your hips. “I’ve thought long and hard about where I want this relationship to go and it’s.. everything to me, Y/n. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” Your eyes widened then, hand lifting to his mouth so you could cover it. He was not going to ask you to move in and then propose to you right after. You wouldn’t allow it. Your eyes scanned his, warning him that if he were to propose, you were liable to faint. He smirked slowly before kissing the palm of your hand. He wasn’t going to propose, he had very special plans for how he was going to do that. He wanted it to be special, private, and the best day of your life. You fidgeted in front of him before slowly leaning up on your tiptoes. Pulling your hand out of the way, your mouth pressed to his own, a slow, sweet kiss that told him you were more than happy to move in together. Lifting the hang previously pressed to his lips around to the back of his skull, you curled your hand in his dark tresses and held him in place against you. Your breaths grew shallow and heavy as your mouth moved against his in matching pace.

Tom lowered his hands to your lower back, caressing the shirt of his that you wore before he rolled it up so he could get his palms beneath the fabric. “Would it be completely inappropriate,” he spoke into the liplock, teeth hitting your lips as you continued to try and kiss him. He couldn’t even get his words out completely before you moaned out softly.

“Yes, it would be.” You purred. Dragging your hand away from his hair and instead to his neck, you backed up until your legs hit the edge of your bed. Collapsing down on the mattress with a heavy sigh of want, you opened your legs. Tom sent you a devilish smile before setting his hands on the mattress beside your hips. He lifted his knee so that he could climb on to the bed, stomach flexing and biceps doing the same as he supported his weight.

“Naughty girl.” He murmured before leaning in so that his nose could brush over your own. “I love you.” He whispered breathily, finding it a bit difficult to speak because you kept pressing little kisses against his full, pouted lips. His giggle was boyish and bouncy, a sound that made your stomach fill with butterflies. You craned your neck and kissed him against before moving your lips to his nose.

“You’re everything to me.” You told him quietly before setting your hands on the side of his cheeks. Drawing him forward so that your mouth could trace the length of his nose all the way up to his forehead, you inhaled deeply before tipping your head so you could instead speak against his ear. “I love you too.” Tom adjusted himself on top of you so that he could angle himself just right and rub his crotch directly over your own.

A loud knock filled the room, a booming sound that made you gasp. Tom clenched his jaw before craning to look over his shoulder and toward the shadow that spilled from under the door. The heeled shoes which could be heard clicking from the hallway told the pair of you that it was Amy stood on the other side. Tom slowly lifted himself off of you before dropping down on the mattress so you could sit up.

“Come in.” Your voice shook as you tried to calm your breathing. Smoothing down your locks, you folded your legs nonchalantly and lifted your fork so that you could pick at your food. The door opened slowly and your mother’s head slowly poked into the room.

“Hi, darling.” Her voice was sweeter than honey, such a calming sound. You sent her a light smile before laying your fork down soundlessly against the plate beside your hip. “Your father um..” She clasped her hands together in front of her before shuffling further into the room. You’d never understand where your dad was coming from and he’d never be able to understand how you could love someone so much older. “You’re his little girl, Y/n, he’s always going to be protective. I tried to talk to him but he just doesn’t see eye to eye with this situation,” She paused for a moment before twisting so she could lazily pinch and pull at one of the ribbons attached to your dresser. “That being said, there’s nothing preventing the two of you from seeing one another, dad’s going to keep his opinion to himself, okay?” Her eyes flickered between the pair of you. “I see nothing wrong with it. The heart wants what it wants. I would’ve never imagined you falling for a man much older, but Tom,” She fixed him with a warm gaze. “I think you’re very sweet, polite, and I think you make my little girl very happy.” She moved into the room a little further. “Dad’s gone to bed and I think I’m going to head to bed to. Early night.” She whispered before leaning in and kissing your head. Her hand brushed Tom’s, squeezing it assuringly before she took a small step back. “El’s gone to her friends house so..” Her eyes locked on to your own. “Behave somewhat.” She waved to the pair of you before making her way back to the exit. She halted long enough to grab your dishes, cold food perched on top of them, uneaten and going to soil if kept out. “I’ll put these in the fridge for if you get hungry later.” She told you softly before tugging the door shut behind her.

You squirmed on the mattress slowly, soft eyes glued to where your mother had just been stood.

“I like her.” Your boyfriend piped up before rolling toward you. His head made its way into your lap, using your legs as a soft cushion as you sat with your arms out behind you, palms firmly sinking into the mattress.

“Me too.” You giggled softly before laying your hand on his cheek. Stroking the stubble that stuck out from his face, your free hand moved up to his locks, curling in them before you leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss.

“I see where your dad is coming from you know.” He had to speak in between the kisses you gave him. “I mean,” You swiped your tongue along his lips. “if our little girl,” You hummed. “wanted to date an older guy..” Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip, tugging on it playfully. “I wouldn’t exactly be too thrilled.” You kissed him sweetly before drawing back.

“Baby, I’m trying to kiss you.” You whispered breathily before tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. It was only then, as you stared down at him, that his words settled within you and realization dawned on you. “Wait, what?” Tom smiled lazily, hand lifting so that he could now return the favor. His hand curled in the back of your hair, lugging you forward so that you were bent over him and once more kissing his full lips. “Wait!” You gasped against his lips, unable to draw back because he had such a secure grip on you. “Tom!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he nipped and licked at your mouth, doing exactly what you’d done to him. “You want to have babies with me?” Your question was almost inaudible because of how airy it was.

The man let you break away then before he sat up on the creaky bedsprings. Ruffling his hair, the man pushed himself up on to his knees before rotating around. “Course I do.” He dropped down on his rear and slumped against the fluffy pillows that lined your headboard.

“W-when?” Blinking rapidly, you fidgeted at the foot of the bed before inspecting your boyfriend as he calmly eyed you.

“Whenever you’re ready.” His shoulders lifted before dropping with his shrug. “I told you, babe, you are all I want.. who else am I gonna have kids with or move in with?” He extended his arms and ushered you toward him. “Marry?” He grinned.

You took ahold of his hands before moving along the bed and toward his form. Swallowing thickly, you moved your hands along his and up to his forearms. Gripping on to him securely, you lifted yourself up so you could climb over his bent legs. Situating yourself in his lap, your fingers moved up to his shoulders, gripping them securely. “I didn’t know you thought about all that stuff.. I mean, I thought..”

“What? I was just spending three years of my life with you for the hell of it?” He lowered his hands to your hips and slowly drew you forward. Pressing his lips against your chin, he kissed down to the side of your neck before embracing you snugly. “No, baby.. I want to do everything with you.” He shut his eyes. “Everything.” His voice was heavy, honest, and it made your eyes droop. You wiggled in his lap before allowing your eyes to flutter shut.

Amy brushed her hand along Hank’s arm, attempting to wipe the grumpy expression, he’d been wearing since dinner, off of his face. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, fingernail tracing lazy shapes along his hot skin. She knew, despite his tough exterior and mean words, he would eventually have to come around. It would carve a wedge between him and you if he didn’t. She looked toward the hall, tempted to go back to your room and see if there was any way you’d want to come and talk to your dad, but deep down she knew that you and your boyfriend had no intention of going to sleep this early. The sun had hardly bid the world around it goodbye for the night. She looked to the ceiling. You could talk to him tomorrow.

A sharp gasp left your lips as your boyfriend pinned you against the mattress beneath him. Your trousers were around your knees, difficult for him to assist you in removing because he was far too interested in kissing your mouth and touching your breasts. His hands were buried beneath the tee, hidden as he massaged and kneaded your tender flesh. He moaned out gratefully into your mouth, hips wiggling uncomfortably as the tension between his legs grew harder and harder. Your shaky fingers clasped around his belt, unhooking it as swiftly and skillfully as you could without breaking the liplock which really just looked like a tongue war. You giggled into his mouth, legs kicking the second that he’d managed to get your jeans around your ankles. He slung the material to the floor before moving his hands back up the length of your legs and up to your hips so he could drag your underwear down and out of the way.

His trousers were harder to get off and you didn’t know if it was because they were thicker or because of how much you were shaking, but it took you long enough, to shove them down and off his hips. He’d managed to get your panties down and around your left ankle by the time he was kicking off his trousers and helping you by shoving his boxers down and off. You took your time in ridding of his shirt and you were sure that he had no intention of ridding of yours. He had his hands constantly pushed beneath the fabric so he could play with your breasts and because it wasn’t in the way of anything, you knew he wouldn’t waste time with removing it.

Your hips lifted eagerly, heels sinking into the mattress so he could slide forward and bury himself inside you. His face was red, coated in little beads of sweat from the frenzied movements. You wiped away the droplets before laying your palms against his wide, broad back. Dragging him down and on top of you securely, your eyes slid shut the second his tip sunk into you. A burst of warmth flooded you, followed by a slight pressure and then an explosion of stars. The groan you set free was deep and broken, a sound that he loved dragging from you and only managed to do when he first entered you. He let out a shaky gasp himself, a heavy, hot pant that your mouth was forced to devour.

This was how you wanted every night to end. Tom laid out on top of you or sprawled beneath you, bodies connected, molding you into one. He was your other half, no matter what the age difference was. He was the only person that could make you laugh as hard as he managed, smile until your cheeks burned, ache from how much you needed him. Your heart beat solely for his just as his beat solely for yours.

Today hadn’t gone exactly as you’d planned, but this was definitely making up for it.

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