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Kinktober Day 24 - Bondage

pairing: ethan hunt x f!reader

cw: bondage, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, penetrative sex, (does this count as creampie?)

word count: 2178

A/N: had to take a little hiatus but i came back to a million notifications so i’m glad to see that you guys are still reading these! sorry for the wait!

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

“Do you know how easily I could get out of these?”

You groan just as a grin decorates Ethan’s face, a sparkle in his eye as he looks up at you from his place on the bed. You playfully roll your eyes, continuing your (poor) work on the knots binding his wrists. Ethan just plays along, humming to himself as he waits for you to finish. Quite impatiently, actually, with his hard-on prodding at the harsh material of his pants where you’d mouthed over the fabric. He wasn’t going to admit that, though, as this whole thing had been his idea the last time you’d had sex. A while ago now, since his duties usually kept you apart for weeks at a time. It was very unbearable, but the sex was worth the wait. It only ever got better, more exciting, more fun.

“Get on top, come on,” he’d mumbled in a frivolous tone, his breath warm against your neck, hands hot against your skin.

“Oh, you want me in control?” You’d teased back, wriggling out from underneath him to comply at his request.

Ethan laid back, hands intertwined behind his head as you mounted his hips. “Mm, I do.”

You’d snickered, poking fun at him, your hands running up his chest. “Maybe I’ll tie you up next time.”

Ethan groaned as you settled on top of him, your fingernails raking his pecs. “I’d let you.”

And let you, he did. You’re not even sure where the rope came from; it was already on the bedside table when you both tumbled into the room together in a heap of passion, lips locked and hands exploring each other hungrily. You’d gotten Ethan’s shirt off, your knees bending to lean down and mouth at his chest, down his sternum, tongue poking out against his abs. Ethan sucked in a breath, watched as your tongue traveled all along his waistline. On your haunches, you ran your hands up his clothed thighs, teasing him—giving him that little tingling feeling he always gave you when his touch teased at your inner thighs. He shuddered in response, and even more so when you leaned in to press your open mouth to the growing bulge in his pants.

That didn’t get very far, however, and you watched in amusement as Ethan’s face went from slack to surprised when your hands shoved at his body, sending him towards the mattress. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and down he went, his forearms breaking his fall. He held himself up on them, a grin spreading his face as you stalked towards him in the sexiest way you could.

Anyway, that was then.

Now, you’ve got the knot secured. You’re pretty sure you did a terrible job, but despite his teasing, you know that he’s gonna let you have this.

“All done,” you announce proudly, running your fingers along his bicep.

You glance down at the sight of his widening smile, and lean down to help yourself to a wet kiss on his lips. Ethan kisses back eagerly, mouth hot and heavy against yours. He makes a little noise when you break apart, lifting his head to follow your lips until they’re out of his reach. He chuckles and closes his eyes, letting his head fall back in defeat, only to lift it again when he feels your hands working the button on his pants. You settle in between his legs, and, once the button is off, grab at the waistband of his pants to rid him of them. Ethan’s cock is poking through his boxers, and your mouth nearly waters at the thought of blowing him like this. You try taking your time though—try to make the experience worth it—and press feather light kisses all over the soft fabric. Ethan flinches, hips slightly jerking up for more.

“Easy there, Mr. Hunt,” you murmur, lips lightly sucking at the head of his cock through the material.

“I don’t think we mentioned any teasing.” He breathes out, licks his bottom lip and then bites down, hard.

“You can handle it,” you say through a grin, raking your fingers along the skin of his thighs again.

You strip him off his boxers eventually, pulling them down his legs and out of the way. You salivate at the sight of him, bare and flushed and tied up just for you. He’s fully hard against his stomach, nearly leaking at the brief feel of your lips.

He notices you staring. “A bit overdressed, honey.”

You huff, trying not to smile, though you fail almost instantly. You back up and take your time slipping out of your clothes, intent on giving him a show. Ethan watches with hazy eyes, mouth slightly parted. He looks you up and down, takes in the sight of every part of you that he won’t be able to touch tonight. You watch the look cross his face and can’t help but giggle. “Hey, it was your idea.”

“I’m gonna get out of these,” he states matter-of-factly, tilting his head with a little smirk.

“Mm, I don’t think so,” you counter, stretching your legs out to slip out of your underwear. “You break free, this all stops.”

He scoffs playfully, his eyes hungrily raking your body. “I didn’t think you’d be so strict.”

With all your clothes on the floor, you crawl closer and reach to wrap a hand around his cock. You don’t break eye contact as you squeeze him a bit, thumb rubbing circles at the tip. You tease him there, moving your thumb all over the head, getting small, breathy groans out of him. You lean in momentarily to press a kiss there, and his abs clench in reaction, his wrists wriggling in the rope. You bite back a smirk, satisfied already.

Ethan’s lashes flutter when you finally get the wet heat of your mouth on his shaft. You angle your head, dragging the flat of your tongue along the long vein that runs on the side. He shudders, letting his head fall back every few seconds and then lifting it again to watch you. You never once break eye contact, your tongue dragging up and down his length in rhythmic strides. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath, fingers tapping on the headboard—the only thing his grip can reach.

You pull off his cock with a loud slurping noise, fist tightly jerking him up and down where you’d left him extra lubricated. His abs tense again, much to your pleasure, and his hips twitch with every move of your fist. Watching him lose his composure, you take advantage; you lean down to wrap your mouth around the head, taking him in inch by inch while continuously stroking him down below. Ethan groans, loud, throwing his head back. The muscles in his arms visibly clench from his grip on the rope and it’s then that you feel the absence of his hands in your hair, how delicately he runs his fingers through it every time you blow him.

The sight of him so restricted is very worth it though: face flushed, his cock red and dripping wet and deliciously hard in your mouth, miles of his pretty tan skin from your spot in between his legs. You watch his muscles tense, how his chin meets the heave of his chest every time he lifts his head again to watch you, eyes half-lidded and mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

Your throat constricts at the intrusion the deeper you take him in, and you hollow your cheeks around him with every up and down movement. Your palm is slick and messy around him, spit dripping onto your knuckles from your mouth’s work, which only helps you stroke him faster.

You know he’s close from the small, repetitive sounds he’s making and, eager to get him there, release him from your mouth to stroke him furiously. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and you bite back a moan of your own at the sight of him spilling his cum all along his abs.

“Fuck,” he groans, eyebrows pulled tight as his orgasm washes over him.

“Doing alright, Agent?” you murmur, thumb rubbing small, gentle circles around his throbbing length.

“So unfair,” he breathes out, wrapping his fingers around the rope binding him. His hips jerk again, this time from being slightly overstimulated by your touch.

You crawl on all fours above his body, reaching his mouth to kiss him. He leans up, eager again, his tongue slipping into your slick mouth. You let him lick into you, palms flat on either side of him, the heat of the kiss agitating the growing fire in the pit of your stomach. The desire for him coaxes your hips down, your wet, slick center meeting that same vein on Ethan’s shaft. You moan into his mouth, unable to resist grinding down, which gets a noise out of him too. You rock with him there, just a little, just to get him fully hard again. You remember you’re supposed to be taking your time but God, it already feels so good.

When his cock jerks up against you, hard and throbbing again, you pull off of his mouth; Ethan watches as you mount his hips, hovering above his dick to position it inside of you. You press your palms to his abs as you sink down, the split delicious and raw. You wipe at the cum on his skin, bringing it to your tongue—the whole show for him. You moan around your finger when you easily sink down all the way, and then run your slippery hands down your body to tease him. Situated against his balls, you clench around him, but you don’t move yet—you caress your collarbone first, and then your hands travel lower, palms rubbing over your hardened nipples. Ethan watches you in disbelief, yanking on both sides of the rope with serious force—it moves the both of you, a wave of pleasure washing over you. It’s that wave alone that gets you going; you realize you can’t hold off forever and that it doesn’t really matter how much you tease him because now you need it as much as he does.

You move your hips in small circles to start, and then start to move up and down—the small burn in your legs reminds you that Ethan’s arms being binded means that he can’t wrap them around you to help you, that you’ve gotta do all the work yourself this time.

You start off slow, watching his face contort in pleasure as you pick up your pace. He continues yanking on the rope, even more so when you find a comfortable pace. You bounce against him, harsh, skin slapping noises meeting both of your moans. The position allows him in as deep as can be, the head of his cock meeting that delicious ache inside of you more and more with each passing second. After an agonizing minute, you decide to lean back, your palms flat behind you for leverage. He notices your shift, and his hips start jolting off the bed, messing up the pace quite a bit but it gives you a good break—he’s fucking into you eventually, hard and fast despite the absence of his arms. You bite back a giggle; he’s always had a good core. And fuck—his interception is almost enough to push you over the edge already—

No, no. Just a little more. He’s moaning like he was right before he came, and you decide to coax him into it with your words.

“Come on, baby, don’t you wanna touch me?” you ask, breathy and light.

He moans and it sounds something like a whine, his hips sputtering and losing their pace as he nears his second orgasm. Still sensitive from his first.

It all gets to be a bit too much when you start slamming your hips down to meet his thrusts, his cock feeling even deeper somehow—and that’s enough to set him over the edge. It’s not until you feel his hot spurts of cum inside you, and hear the sticky, wet noises of his thrusts fucking it deep inside you that your orgasm washes over you too.

You nearly scream as it takes you, body going slack from the pleasure.

Ethan’s face is flushed pink, his cheeks warm from a second orgasm. A pretty sight, paired with the soft moans spilling from his mouth.

You climb off of him with shaky legs, body buzzing in the afterglow. You collapse on the mattress next to him, sight set on the ceiling as you try catching your breath.

“Give me.. Give me a second, baby, I’ll untie you.”

Ethan doesn’t reply, but you listen as his moans quiet down, and how his equally uneven breathing starts to slow.

When you sit up and turn to reach for the rope, Ethan’s already out of its grip, a cute smile spreading his cheeks and an innocent glint in his eye as he rubs at his wrist.

#one of my favs!#ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #kinktober 2023 #mission: impossible #mission: impossible fic #mission: impossible fanfic #*#tom cruise x reader

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mitchellpete · 4 months

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Hey girl! Merry Christmas (if you celebrate Ofc)🫶🏼

merry christmas to you too! 🥰❤️💚

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mitchellpete · 4 months

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merry christmas lovelies! ❤️💚

unfortunately i spent the holidays sick again but i had a joyous time regardless 🥰 just trying to regain my strength and hopefully i can get back to posting soon

how was y’all’s christmas? (or month if you don’t celebrate!)

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mitchellpete · 5 months

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ahhhh I’ve been checking every day for kinktober and am so happy you’re sticking with it even if it’s past because we all need this smut in our lives 😩

oh god SORRY IT’S BEEN SO SLOW but i appreciate u for sticking with me 🥹 said i would finish it no matter what!

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mitchellpete · 5 months

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i really wish i could have gotten those done in october……. thank you guys for being so patient with me truly 😭

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mitchellpete · 5 months

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You were the best thing to happen to Ethan Hunt thank youuuu 😭

i always feel like i write him out of character so this is truly the best compliment to wake up to 🥹

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mitchellpete · 5 months

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i’m going to out myself and say that i have post notifications turned on for one (1) account and it’s yours because a) your writing never fails to blow me away and b) i love hearing anything you have to say

WHATTTTT😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i’m so honored like actually 🥲 i love you guys VERY MUCH

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Kinktober Day 23 - Bath/shower

pairing: ethan hunt x f!reader

cw: mild injury descriptions, imf agent!reader, shower sex, handjobs, thigh fucking, penetration, unprotected sex

word count: 1618

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

It’s seemingly the biggest relief of your life, stepping under the hot spray of water.

A few hours after the mission, the team had finally sprawled out. Ethan decided he’d stay in Paris just a few extra days, where he’d been holed up in a bleak little apartment a month prior to the mission. The place had been vacant while the team used the safehouse, now a little dusty and cold and dark, but its state was the least of your worries when you both stumbled inside.

Battered and sore, you both quietly made your way into the bathroom. Ethan turned the water on, the sudden jolt of it loud against the tub. Allowing the water some time to warm, you watched as he stripped in front of the mirror, watched as his eyes surveyed every splot of purple and yellow that littered his torso. He winced as he touched a particularly large bruise on the side of his ribs. You leaned in in the midst of stripping your own clothes, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder blade, right above a long, red cut. That scary fall he’d taken earlier.

“You took too many bumps,” you murmured with a frown, lightly dragging your fingers down his back.

Ethan shuddered at the feeling, hands gripping the sink. An exhale. “Got the job done. That’s all that matters now.”

“And getting some rest,” you remind him, stepping back to finish ripping your garments off. You reach for him when done, wrapping a hand around his arm and tugging him towards the steam.

Ethan groans when the water washes over him. You stand with him underneath the spray, letting the heat relieve your muscles. You watch him in front of you, as the water hits the top of his head and runs down his face. His eyes close, his long lashes sticking to his cheeks the same way his hair sticks to his forehead. You smile, pushing yours back, away from your face.

Soap in hand, Ethan brings you close, gently bringing it to your body. It smells nice—lavender, it must be. The scent fills your nostrils as Ethan brings it up close, running it up your chest and across your collarbone, over the curve of your shoulder, down your back. You moan softly at the pressure, more so when he sets the soap aside and just rubs the soapy bubbles into your skin with his hands. He watches intently as he touches you, teeth biting into his bottom lip as his fingers knead and massage your chest. Hands surprisingly soft against your skin, his touch climbs up to your neck. You wrap your hands around his wrists when he’s washing you there, and he takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss.

The buzz of his touch and now his mouth on yours excites you underneath the hot water. You reach for the soap mid-kiss, rubbing it in between your hands and then setting it aside again to just massage at his skin the way he’s doing for you.

You both stand there, hands exploring the dips and curves and muscles on each other’s bodies. Ethan pulls away from the kiss but his mouth lingers on the corner of yours, where he lets out a small groan at the feel of your hands. It’s then that his finger brushes against your hardened nipple, eliciting a groan out of you too, except yours comes out more high pitched and needy. Ethan’s touch travels south, down your abdomen and over your hip bone, where his fingers wrap around your skin there.

The heat of the water has your bodies flushed and warm, and suddenly everything feels a bit too hot when Ethan brings you in even closer. You feel his cock against your skin then, hardening in between your bodies.

Your hand slides down his chest and down his abs, and then your fingers gingerly wrap around his shaft. He hisses against your mouth, jerking forward into your grasp. You squeeze him a bit, getting a few whiney noises out of him that only further your desire. He breathes out, reaches for the soap again to continue slathering you in it, to make use of his hands while you stroke him.

Ethan continues washing your body, his touch still gentle even as his breathing quickens. Matching his gentle touch, you slowly move your hand up and down, getting him fully hard in your fist.

The soap he rubs all over you runs down, dripping from your chest and down your legs, leaving your body slick and slippery. Ethan moans and pushes you back against the cold tiled wall, head dipping down to nip at your neck. You angle your head to grant him access, sighing against the side of his head. His mouth is hot on your skin, almost as hot as the water, and it only adds to the coil in your stomach. You grind against him in anticipation, needy and desperate for more friction.

You gasp as Ethan complies, feeling his cock poke in between your legs. You buck up against him, allowing him to slide in and out of your thighs. The bubbles running down your body help him slip and slide with ease, his hips jerking in and out of the crevice of your legs. He gasps against your neck, overcome with pleasure.

“Ethan,” you whine, rolling your hips. Your cunt suddenly throbs with need, clenching around nothing. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, you bring him in as close as can be. You’re careful not to slip, the soap still dripping and pooling at your feet.

Ethan’s cock continues sliding in between your legs, his heavy pants against your ear. You groan, back arching off the tiles as the pleasure trickles up your inner thighs and gathers in your abdomen. You feel your knees buckle, and Ethan seems to notice too, a strong hand wrapping around your arm to keep you steady. The other hand meets the wall beside your head to hold himself up, hips thrusting almost desperately.

You lean up, pressing your mouth to his neck to coax him closer to his imminent orgasm but it’s like he suddenly changes his mind, groaning loudly and pulling back just as you gently bite in between his neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, come here,” he mumbles breathlessly, using the grip on your arm to turn you around. Now facing the wall, legs slightly tense from having stood against it, you bite your lip and hold onto the grab bar beside you for leverage. His warmth is ever present behind you, his hips against your ass and then it happens quickly—he pushes inside you, the stretch delicious and easy. Your lashes flutter in pleasure, back arching again as your body takes him in, feeling him meet your deepest spots.

Your back aches slightly from the fighting just hours prior but Ethan bottoms out inside of you and suddenly all you can think of is the glow that washes over you, igniting your entire body in white hot bliss.

You can’t see Ethan behind you but you can hear him—filthy moans and quiet murmuring and praise that you can’t quite make out under the spray of water.

You’re sure you see stars when he starts to move, hips meeting your ass with every thrust, his fingers digging into your waist. The sound of skin on skin and the slap of water is loud over the spray, as are your sudden strangled noises.

Ethan moans your name, and then a series of whines stuck in the back of his throat, and you’re sure he’s close. His composure is always impressive, and he’s usually the gentleman that always needs you to cum first, but his hips start sputtering this one time. He pulls out just as he starts spilling inside of you, some of it in and the rest landing in the mix of bubbles and soap on the tub floor.

He gasps as he cums, hand coming up to the wall to steady himself again. Still, he guides his cock back inside you with the opposite hand to finish you off, biting his lip to suppress his moans. It’s seemingly impossible for him, and it’s your turn to gasp when the warmth of his whole body covers you, chest pressed to your back and lips next to your ear, where he continues spilling them.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear, and behind it. “That’s it.”

Your knuckles go white from gripping the bar, and you throw your head back, cheek to cheek with him as he sloppily starts his thrusts again. Ethan’s hands travel up your body this time, trailing your chest and all the other little sensitive spots he knows.

It’s not long before he’s got you gasping and sputtering beneath him, body shaking and legs going weak. It’s like the glow coursing through you suddenly explodes, overtaking your senses, and then it’s all too much—the water, the soreness in your body, all the steam surrounding you. Ethan holds onto you as it takes you, strong arms around your middle once he’s pulled out again. You instantly turn in his arms to face him again, arms wrapping around his neck, exhausted. Face to face, you both pant, coming down from the high together.

You shamefully have to take a seat in the tub to finish cleaning yourself off, legs feeling tingly, and Ethan playfully teases you about it. It’s all worth it, though, because then you’re wrapped in a towel and dried off and carried to bed, where you get to lay on Ethan’s chest and relish in the post-mission victory together.

#again again again sorry for the wait!#ethan hunt #ethan hunt x reader #kinktober 2023 #mission: impossible #mission: impossible fic #mission: impossible fanfic #*#tom cruise x reader

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mitchellpete · 5 months

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I feel like The top gun fandom is dying (especially maverick and iceman fandom). I NEED SOME GOOD MAV WRITING😿 Btw I love your writing,so I hope you will give us something really bombastic😻

will try to keep it alive all by myself if i have to! just trying to finish kinktober first ❤️

BUT THANK YOU 🥹 i always love hearing that you guys love my writing. send ideas if u have any!

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mitchellpete · 5 months

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just saw the lack of mav x reader fics in the tag and oh boy the urge to finish kinktober has grown

i need to go back to my roots

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Kinktober Day 22 - Creampie

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader

cw: unprotected sex, biting, brief dirty talk, creampie

word count: 1416

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

It was his first full day back from a long, unbearable 3 months away. An awfully quiet house and a cold side of the bed would be no more. You were in his arms now after a comforting day together, his slender fingers delicately caressing any bit of skin they could reach.

You hummed quietly, content against the warmth of his bare chest. He’d started placing light kisses to your temple, and then down your cheekbone. You leaned into his lips, the softness of them. You don’t know how you’d managed to survive the 3 months without him. How you’d survive any more time away from him in the future. A hand comes up around his arm, feeling at his muscles and anywhere else you could reach. You ached for every bit of him. That’s why, when he leaned down even further to kiss the corner of your mouth, you turned to envelop him into a deeper kiss.

With the way Ice kisses, you’re never certain where things will go. It starts off innocent sometimes; little pecks on the cheek turn into hot, heavy kissing, hands roaming, needy noises into each other’s mouths. The elevated change of pace never takes you by surprise—not with Ice. What takes you by surprise is you. The overwhelming desire, how uncontrollable you become. He’s had that spell on you since day one.

He was propped over you immediately after, mouth moving yours with a feverish passion. Suddenly, everything was about one thing. You needed him as close as possible, your hands roughly pulling him down to get him flush against you. Even then, you still ached to be even closer. Maybe inside his skin. No amount of skin to skin contact was ever going to be enough.

Your hungry hands reached in between your bodies to grasp at the band of his sweatpants. You squirmed awkwardly underneath him as you tried to push them down his waist. Ice was quick in moving your hands away, pulling away from you for just a second in order to strip them off himself. This gave you time to pull at your own garments, throwing them across the room in anticipation. Now fully bare, you expected him to lean down over you again, but Ice was reaching a long arm into the bottom drawer of the bedside table instead. You cleared your throat. You knew what he was reaching for.

“No,” you protested, grabbing his other arm and gently pulling him towards you. “Don’t wear one. I need you like this.”

For a moment, Ice stared at you, dumbfounded. And then his brows furrowed, concerned. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, hand still in the drawer.

You hadn’t fucked without one yet. There was no particular reason why either; Ice was just respectful that way. In fact, it wasn’t really anything either of you had given much thought to. It certainly wasn’t something that came to mind whenever things got hot and heavy. Now though, after 3 months apart, you most definitely decided how badly you needed to feel everything. You can’t believe this would be the first time, even.

“Please,” you whined, the torturous desire for him coursing through your veins. You feel like you’ve never needed anything more.

Ice closes the drawer and fixes his stance above you on the bed; knees on either side of your body. It’s then that his eyes rake over your naked form, sprawled out beneath him and practically pulsing in need. He grunts when you reach to take his half-hard shaft into your hand, stroking softly at the tip and then dragging it down to squeeze. He gets his hands on you then too, thumb lightly stroking at your nerves as his free hand shoves your thighs open. You touch each other like that, soft and quiet moans filling the room. Ice looks right at you, tries to hold your gaze but it’s hard to keep your eyes anything but half-lidded in pleasure as he strokes your cunt.

“Fuck me,” you beg him, a moan trapped in your throat. You’re not sure if a minute has passed, or five, but it’s already too much. “Now, please.”

Ice smiles fondly, eager to comply, and also eager to kiss you again. He leans down, body warm above yours, and meets his mouth to yours once more. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, entranced by the kiss. It’s momentarily distracting, and you gasp against his mouth when you feel him press the tip of his cock against you. Your back tries to arch but there’s nowhere to go, his body solid against you.

When he presses in, just the slightest bit, he groans deliciously against your ear. Your mouth falls open, the moan still trapped somewhere inside of you. It doesn’t erupt out of you until he’s halfway inside, stretching you open little by little. Ice takes his time, enjoys prolonging everything as much as he can. You’re overeager, however, nails digging harshly into the flesh of his shoulder blades, urging him on. He groans at that, too, and thrusts into you shallowly.

Ice sets a steady, even pace. You shiver underneath him, overcome by all the sensations—how close he is, how fucking good he feels inside you, his hands roaming your body. This is the closest you’ll get, and it’s heavenly.

His mouth lingers on your neck, plush lips pressing feather light kisses there. His tongue dips out, tracing your skin and moaning out softly as his thrusts deepen. You inhale sharply when you feel teeth, a sudden sting in the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You moan out his name, your hand moving up to his head. Your fingers slide into his blonde spikes—freshly conditioned and soft—and gently squeeze.

His tongue swirls around the bite, soothing the mark with a few more kisses. It starts to feel a bit much; the wetness on your neck and down below, the sticky feeling between your thighs, the heat in between your bodies, the stretch inside of you.

Somehow, that is when he picks up his pace. You cry out, throwing your head back against the pillow, exposing more of your neck to him. He continues nipping at your skin the faster his thrusts get, and you’re certain you’re not going to last very long.

After a minute, Ice’s kissing and biting momentarily stops, sharp breaths against your neck as you clench around him. “O–Oh,” he stammers, eyes closing in pleasure. “You’re so tight.”

The pleasure coils in the pit of your stomach, electrifying every nerve in your body. Flushed, you whimper at his words, aching to hear more of him.

“Talk to me,” you beg breathlessly, nails digging into his skin again. “Missed you so much.”

Ice lifts his head and leans in to press his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes. His hands slide into place around your waist, his grip there helping him slam into you harder and harder.

“You want me to cum inside you? Is that what you want?” he hisses, equally as breathless.

You bite your lip to suppress your moans, nodding at his question.

“First night back and that’s what you—fuck—that’s what you want—” His nails dig into the skin of your hips this time, eliciting a high pitched whine from you.

Above you, he closes his eyes again, closer and closer to his climax. His talking turns into incoherent mumbling, quiet in the midst of his noises. You lean up just the slightest bit to capture his mouth, kissing him just as you’re sent over the edge.

You shriek when you feel him spill inside of you. Your body jerks as it takes you, head digging into the pillow. Ice moans, uncontrollable and frenzied, as it takes him too. Still cumming, he pulls away from you and leans up on his arm, glancing down in between your bodies, where your hips are flush together. Curious.

He doesn’t pull out until he’s done, but even after, you still feel ridiculously full. He pushes himself up on his knees again, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. You watch as he looks intently, mouth hanging open in silent pants and in awe at the sight below him. His cum dripping out of your hole, pooling down into the wet spot on the sheets beneath you.

It’s definitely a sight he could get used to.

Ice isn’t sure whether to get you a towel or to fuck you again.

#ONCE AGAIN #my apologies for my lack of posting #still finishing the rest of the prompts as promised #top gun #top gun: maverick #tom kazansky #iceman #tom iceman kazansky #tom iceman kazansky x reader #tom kazansky x reader #iceman x reader #ice #*#top gun 1986 #top gun fanfic #top gun fic #kinktober 2023

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