City lights - sugar baby!Evan Buckley x male!reader
*A/N: as requested sugar baby Buck is back!*
“Looks like you had a good day,” you smile at Buck as he enters your room, two hotel workers following him with their hands full of shopping bags.
“You gave me your credit card in New York City of course I did,” he laughs.
The workers set the bags down and you hand them each a huge tip which they thank you for.
“Have a good evening Mr Y/L/N and Mr Buckley,” one of them tells you as they leave.
“Look at this view,” Buck says in awe, now standing in front of the window that overlooks the city.
“It is beautiful but I much prefer looking at you,” you reply, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.
“How was your meeting?” He smiles, “I know I already told you but you look so handsome in this suit.”
“Thank you love and we closed the deal,” you say with your hands grazing over his stomach.
“I knew you would,” he sighs when a hand travels down to his thigh right past where you know he wanted you.
“So what did you do today? Besides spending my money,” you tease, kissing under his ear.
“I went for a run in Central Park, I had brunch at that restaurant you recommended and then I bought all new clothes for our trip to Greece next week including some new speedos,” he tells you.
“I can't wait to see you in them,” you laugh, ghosting your hand over his growing bulge while the other slips under his shirt.
“Y/N,” he gasps.
“What is it baby?”
“Please touch me.”
“Like this?” You ask, grabbing his bulge through his pants.
He moans and is growing impatient as you begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
You're kissing his neck, running your hands over his abs and up to his chest, squeezing his large pecs.
The sun is setting and the city lights are becoming brighter making the view even more stunning as Bucks moans fill your ears.
“I need you so bad,” he sighs, rubbing his ass against you.
“Anything you want baby,” you tell him, pulling the zipper down on his pants and pulling his cock out of his underwear.
You stroke him with one hand while the other returns to his chest to toy with his nipples, twisting and tugging until he is fully hard.
His eyes are screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of you touching him when suddenly you pull away from him.
“Y/N?” He huffs upset.
“One second love, I just need to grab the lube,” you chuckle, stepping over to the dresser you put all your personal belongings in.
Buck is whining and you couldn't get back to him possibly fast enough.
He pushes his pants down around his ankles as you open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto your fingers, Buck gasping when the cold gel coats his hole.
He braces himself on the window sill, moaning loudly when one finger pushes inside first and then after a few pumps a second.
His knees start to tremble as you take your time spreading him open.
“Fuck Y/N, I need your cock,” he mumbles under his breath.
“What was that?” You whisper in his ear.
“I need your cock,” he shouts and before he knows it your fingers are being replaced and he's being stretched to the brim.
His cries out and his grip on the window sill tightens as you find a steady pace with your hips.
He tries to close his eyes again but one of your hands go to his throat, “keep your eyes open baby don't want this view to go to waste do we?”
His mouth hangs opens, ungodly noises coming out of him with your hand gently squeezing his throat.
His cock swings around, slapping his stomach and his thighs while you're thoroughly fucking him.
“Do you wanna cum Evan?” You ask him and he nods, “I need to hear you say it dear.”
“I wanna cum, please let me cum,” he begs.
“Then cum for me,” you order, choking him harder.
Buck quickly strokes himself, cumming all over the window when you hit just the right spot inside him.
You loosen your grip on his throat while he rides out his high, the city lights now shining bright in the night.
Hearing Buck moan your name pushes you over the edge as well, filling him up which makes his knees buckle.
You slow your movements, Buck leaning on the window for support as wave after wave of his orgasm hits him.
He groans when you pull out of him a few moments later, cum dripping onto the floor.
“God Y/N no one has ever fucked me like you do,” he smiles.
“I told you the night we met that I would always take care of you Evan,” you say, turning him around so you could kiss him deeply, “now how about I order us some dinner from room service, you're gonna need the energy because I'm far from done with you.”
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Would rule 63 versions of characters be allowed for requests?
So i had to google this cause I had no idea what it was but I think this is what you're talking about?
"Rule 63, one of the self-styled rules of internet, declares: For every fictional character, there exists a gender-swapped counterpart of that character."
Which if so I don't recall ever writing a gender swapped character but I'm down to try!
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