MMOM Day 5: M (007) drabble
This fic is rated: R
Fandom: James Bond
Characters/Pairing: M (James Bond)
Summary: Sometimes M thinks of 007
Warnings: masturbation
Word Count: 100
X-Posted: were_lemur, mmom
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: Caught up (for the next two whole hours), yay! Atypically enough, I was thinking of Craig!Bond, but it could be any of them.
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
M would never admit it, of course, but sometimes when she touches herself, she thinks about 007.
Despite -- or perhaps because of -- how infuriating she finds him, she imagines him grabbing her. Pushing her against the wall. His fingers tangling in her shirt, jerking the edges apart, sending buttons flying.
He hikes her skirt up around her waist. His fingers dig into her thighs, and he pulls her up. She wraps her arms around him, feeling his cock pressing against her, and then he shoves her panties aside.
She lets out a moan and pushes her fingers deeper.
Fandom: James Bond
Characters/Pairing: M (James Bond)
Summary: Sometimes M thinks of 007
Warnings: masturbation
Word Count: 100
X-Posted: were_lemur, mmom
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: Caught up (for the next two whole hours), yay! Atypically enough, I was thinking of Craig!Bond, but it could be any of them.
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: I don't own James Bond. I don't own Alec Trevelyan either (alas), nor any other recognizable characters mentioned in this fic. James, Alec, etc. are all property of Ian Fleming and MGM. I'm just playing with them for a while. Not making any money, don't have any money, please don't sue!
M would never admit it, of course, but sometimes when she touches herself, she thinks about 007.
Despite -- or perhaps because of -- how infuriating she finds him, she imagines him grabbing her. Pushing her against the wall. His fingers tangling in her shirt, jerking the edges apart, sending buttons flying.
He hikes her skirt up around her waist. His fingers dig into her thighs, and he pulls her up. She wraps her arms around him, feeling his cock pressing against her, and then he shoves her panties aside.
She lets out a moan and pushes her fingers deeper.