**smut**

(I had no idea what to name this one)

Imagine being really, really kinky with Jefferson

Request by: baileyymillerr

BEFORE U READ: OH MY GOD! In Age of Ultron when Sam says to Cap, "I'm fine chasing cold leads on our missing persons case," I just realized that he was TALKING ABOUT BUCKY. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Enchanted Forest

One day, you had made the mistake of making a deal with Rumpelstiltskin. Yes, the man that always got what he wanted, and the man who ripped people off. And now, you were paying your end of the deal.

You were currently on your way to a man's house by the name of Jefferson Hatter, and you were delivering something. Maybe it was a jewel, you did not know. Rumpelstiltskin had demanded that the item be placed in a basket with a cloth over it, and for you to not disturb it. So, that was what you did- not disturb it.

Rumpelstiltskin had even given you a time to be at Jefferson's house. But given that you got lost a few times, you were way past that time. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind.

You reached the man's house and knocked on the door. It was a small home in the forest, so you were surprised when a decent looking man emerged from the door. He was clad in black leather pants, a black coat, and a red scarf.

"You're late," was the first thing that the man, Jefferson, said.

You mumbled a sorry as the man pulled you inside by the arm, the basket still in your hand. He closed the door and then walked over to you. He moved the cloth aside and looked at the item, only to have a frown on his face. "Fucking Rumpelstiltskin," he muttered under his breath, "he never holds up to every part of his deal."

The man paced about the room angrily with you still holding the basket with the mystery item. You didn't know what to do, so you just stood there while this gorgeous man paced the room.

Suddenly, he looked up at you. "You're the reason he didn't hold his end of the deal, aren't you?" He accused you, walking up to you. His face was a few inches away from yours.

"No, Sir, I-"

"Don't lie to me," he said, cocking his head to the side and grinning, holding up a hand to silence you. "Don't lie to me for him."

You didn't know what to say. Why was this man accusing you? Well, being late was your fault, but that was the only thing that you could've done to piss him off.

"And you were late. I hate it when people are late," he said darkly to you. "What's your name?"

You gulped. "Y/N," you stuttered. The man looked really intimidating. And sexy.

He took the basket from you and set it on a table. He grabbed your arm and lead you to a chair, sitting you down on his lap. You whimpered at the contact.

"Will you ever own up to anything?" He asked, moving his leg up, the one you were sitting on, to grind against your clit.

You moaned slightly at the contact.

"Well, will you?" He asked again, impatient. He grinded his leg against you again, causing you to whimper.

"I'm sorry for being late," you mumbled, "I got lost. It's a big forest and-"

"Shut up. I don't need an explanation," he said, getting up and having a hold on your arm. He turned to look at you. "Did your father ever punish you as a child when you did something wrong? Or something bad? Or even something," he paused for a moment, "mad?"

You nodded your head slightly.

"Good. Because now, Y/N," he walked closer to you, his face mere inches from yours, "I will punish you for being late. And I will have you screaming my name."

You whimpered as he said these things, which made him chuckle darkly. He grabbed your arm and lead you to a chair, which he sat in. He pulled you over his lap so your ass was in the air.

His hand went over your ass, tugging roughly at the dress fabric. He flipped the skirt up and pulled your panties down, practically ripping them.

Your ass was now bare. He smoothed his hand over your ass before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'm gonna punish you now. Ok, Y/N?"

You mumbled a 'yes' in response.

"And, to show me that you're mine," he said, "you are going to call me Daddy. Understood?"

"Yes," you mumbled.

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain on one of your ass cheeks. "Yes, who?" He asked, spanking you again.

"Yes, Daddy," you whispered.

"Good," he said before spanking you again. You whimpered in response to each spank, but they actually really turned you on. The arousal between your thighs proved it. "Oh, you like this don't you?" He asked, spanking you again.

After a moment of you not responding, he spanked you harder and asked again, "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," you said.

He chuckled darkly before spanking you roughly this time, and then again, and then again, and he kept spanking you. Cries left your mouth at the contact, from pain and from pleasure. He spanked you 20 times, each cheek, before finishing.

"Would you like pleasure now, Slut?" He asked you.

You looked up at him, confused. "What kind of pleasure, Daddy?"

He smiled down at you darkly. "Really, really, nice pleasure."

You thought for a moment. What kind of pleasure did a father figure bring, besides parenting and all?

You nodded up at him and he stood up. He bent you over the coffee table in one swift move. This was certainly not a thing that your father ever did.

You heard him moan. "God, you're fucking sexy, Y/N," he growled.

You heard something drop to the floor, along with another thing, and then you felt the best thing that you had ever felt in your life. He had thrusted his cock inside of you, hitting you G-spot. You had never felt anything like it because you were a virgin, and this made you feel pleased the way you had waited. But why couldn't you have found this man sooner?

He thrust again, earning a cry of pleasure from you. "You like that, Slut?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy!" You cried as he thrusted again and again and again. His cock was huge, probably 8 inches. He filled you completely, which was fucking amazing. "Oh, Fuck, Daddy!" You moaned, saying your first ever curse word. Today was really a day for breaking the rules.

"Did you just swear at me?" He asked while still fucking you.

He didn't like you swearing? "Y-yes, Daddy," you breathed out. "B-but not at y-you, only from the p-pleasure."

He didn't slow down. "You're gonna have to be punished again, Slut." You heard him groan from behind you. He dug his fingers into your hips and you moaned. "You like that?"

"Yes, Da-" you began but were cut off by a finger at your clit, rubbing at it. "Oh, Daddy!" You moaned, nearly cumming.

"Oh, God, Y/N. Say it louder," he groaned.

"Daddy! Oh, God! Daddy!" You moaned as his finger quickened its pace at your swollen bud. You were shaking, glad that you had a place to lean against, meaning the coffee table.

He was groaning behind you, his breaths ragged.

Your walls began to tighten around him. "Don't you dare fucking cum, Y/N," he demanded.

You whimpered but did as he said, holding back your release- which you didn't think you were capable of doing.

His groans became louder as he fucked you even harder, his hips slamming into yours. "Fuck, Y/N. Fuck," he moaned. His hips lost their pattern fucking you and he yelled out a string of curses as he released his hot seed into you. "Y/N! Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck, Y/N!" He moaned.

When you heard his breaths becoming normal, he slapped your ass once. "Cum," he commanded and you did.

"Daddy! Oh, God! Fuck, Daddy!" You moaned as the best feeling ever took a hold of you. Your walls pulsed around him, sending shivers up and down your spine as you came.

When you came down from your high, he pulled out and pulled you up from the table. "What did I say about swearing, Y/N?" He asked.

"U-um, I'm sorry, Daddy," you mumbled, out of breath.

He slapped your ass once and pushed you down on your knees in front of him. "Suck," he commanded.

You didn't understand at first but then you looked directly in front of you and your mouth opened in awe. This was the thing that was inside of you. But it was fucking huge! How the hell did this fit inside of you?

He was rock hard once again, and you leaned towards him to put his member in your mouth. You could taste your arousal on him, and you could barely taste some of his semen.

You sucked on his head and he groaned, throwing his hands in your hair and pushing your face towards him so that his whole member was in your mouth. This made you gag, which made him moan. "God, Y/N. Just like that," he said with his mouth in a perfect 'O' as he moaned. This caused you to moan as you sucked on him, causing him to hiss. "Fuck, Y/N," he moaned.

You placed your hands on the sides of his hips and you bobbed your head forwards and backwards as you sucked. You had never done this before, but with him you felt like a sex goddess.

His breathing became ragged as his legs began to shake. Loud moans were coming from him, which made you suck even harder. And harder. And harder, and he came. And he tasted better than any sugary treat you had ever had. "Fuck, Y/N! God, fucking hell, Y/N!" He yelled as he came. In all honesty, his neighbors could probably hear it. But you didn't care. You just made Daddy cum.

You swallowed everything he had to offer, and some even ended up on your chin. You made sure he was looking at you when you did this; you brought your fingers to your chin and got all of the cum, and then stuck those fingers in your mouth and sucked them dry- just like you did to him.

He moaned at the sight and fell to his knees in front of you. "Jesus, Y/N," he said as his lips founds yours. He shoved his tongue in your mouth and tasted himself, which was as hot as hell. "You want me?" He asked seductively.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," you begged.

He reached in between your legs and pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing slow circles. It was tortuous, and you had to grip his shoulders to keep from swaying back and forth. "Oh yes, you do want me," he said and he pushed you so you were lying on your back. He got on top of you and brought his lips down to meet yours once again. You moaned into the kiss as he rubbed faster circles on your clit, causing you to arch your back. Your nails found themselves scraping against his back as he kept rubbing relentless circles.

Suddenly, he stopped rubbing and brought those same two fingers to your slit. He moved them in slowly and fingered you, slow as hell. You groaned at the sensation. With a smirk, he extended the two fingers that were inside of you, causing you to moan his name. (So like in like a Spock symbol or something; basically just means brought them apart)

"You like that?" He asked.

"Yes, D-Daddy," you answered, your nails still dug into his shoulders.

He smirked as he said, "Well then you'll definitely like this." And with that he took his two fingers out and placed that hand next to your head and he thrust himself into you. Before, he had taken you from behind where you couldn't see him. So, this was new. And you loved it.

His face contorted to a look of pleasure as he thrust inside of you over and over. "God, Y/N," he moaned.

You moaned at the way he moaned your name, as if you were a goddess.

Feeling risky, your hands thrusted themselves into his hair and pulled his face down. Your lips met his and he kissed back, his lips grinding as much against you as his hips.

He growled and pulled away from the kiss and slammed himself into you.

You cried out in pleasure.

"You like this cock?" He asked, thrusting himself into you again, harder.

You cried out in pleasure, incapable of forming words.

He slammed himself into you again. "Do you like my cock, Y/N?" He asked seductively. "Say you love my cock," he demanded.

"I love your cock, Daddy," you moaned and he groaned back, thrusting himself into you fast and hard. His pace was fast as he fucked you; so fast that you could have your release at any given moment without warning.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, "say my name."

"Daddy!" You cried, arching your back, pushing your breasts to meet his chest.

"My real name," he demanded. His breaths were ragged, so that meant he was nearing his climax.

"Jefferson!" You cried as you came, the walls of his small home being filled with your moans.

He came inside of you, his mouth in a perfect 'O' and his eyes almost shut. "Fuck, Y/N. Say it again," he said as he came.

"Jefferson," you panted once you were done.

His climax ended and his breaths were left in pants. He pulled out of you and rolled off. You both were now lying next to each other on your backs, staring at the ceiling.

He turned his head towards you and you turned yours towards his. "Well," he began, "now Rumpelstiltskin has held up his end of the deal."

Oh my God, you guys have so many kinky requests and I love it.

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