𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 — 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 🎧
summary: an unexpected twist in the middle of an interrogatory encourages chase to accept one of carmen's current fantasies.
characters: chase devineaux & carmen sandiego
tw: smut, implied consent
author's note: hey, so it seems writting smut cures depression lol, well... ok this is something (?). appreciate if you want while i complete my 6456336522443 pending and way more serious fics. divider by @mieluno happy reading ;)
No criminal process is conducted like this at ACME; as a general rule, the agency has its own protocols regarding arrest and detention procedures. He knows it so well. He also knows she knows it well enough to make her an exception.
Carmen's smile only widened as she watched him close the door behind him and remove his jacket. The fabric was perfectly pressed, the tie modestly knotted, and the detective's overall impeccable appearance... It would be a shame to make him clean lipstick stains during office hours.
Her sharp eyes followed the movement of his hands as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his strong, defined forearms. Carmen bit her lip when the thought of being trapped between his muscular arms crossed her mind. The mere thought of being immobilized against his torso and any nearby surface made her tremble.
He gave a gentle tug on the handcuffs to get her attention, then roughly yanked her chained hands toward him. There was a short hiss from her as she tried unsuccessfully to move. Chase had dragged her almost effortlessly with one hand; perhaps she could allow herself to be impressed. When he released her, the thief's arms were in an adjacent corner, leaving her uncomfortably stretched out over the table, the chain binding her hands caught somewhere she couldn't quite see from where she were. The tabletop was icy cold too, making her nipples harden against the metal, even beneath her heavy coat.
She didn't bother fighting the restraints any longer than necessary; instead, she laid her head back, letting her thick hair fall from her face, giving him the opportunity to observe her completely at his mercy.
Chase took his time—a few seconds longer, to be reasonable—to admire Carmen's posture before making another move. She stood straight in an attractive, almost reverential pose, her head resting in her arms, her ass slightly raised as she tried to stretch. The tip of her heel still touched the concrete, highlighting the defined curves of her covered figure.
Moving his eyes lower, he noticed the provocative opening of her coat, slightly wider than usual (probably from dragging), revealing her thigh and part of her hip. An invitation, indeed.
Chase glanced quickly at the room's camera one last time. It wasn't turned off, nor had he disabled the microphones, and he'd made sure the room was locked. He wouldn't risk any real accidental observers.
"Don't move." He leaned in so his hot breath pierced her ear. Carmen soon felt the detective's hands on her waist, holding her close to increase the tension in her arms. His hands traveled down her hips and back up to her lower back, tracing the part of her breasts that wasn't touching the table to her waist. When one of his hands slid under her coat, Carmen squirmed with anticipation, realizing that he loved the way she moved against the growing hardness of his crotch.
Chase caught her rubbing against the table and acted immediately, placing his hand against her head to prevent her from getting up.
"Let me do that, okay." It was more of an order than a request, which she obeyed immediately.
"Not actually but thank you"
Carmen couldn't help but chuckle as his fingers entered her. Chase took advantage of the position to casually kiss her face before continuing.
Guided by the sounds Carmen tried to suppress and the wet friction between his fingers and her cunt, he let himself go, feeling her tug on the handcuffs to push him deeper. Carmen's gasps were becoming desperate, and in an act of obliging, he added another finger, for which she thanked him with a clear moan.
He continued thrusting in and out of her, reveling in the sound of the metal chain restraining her clanking against the table and the sensation of her swollen lips being parted and groped. It wasn't until he felt the warm fluids sliding down his hand that he slowed down, letting his fingers become sufficiently soaked before he made her licked them. Eager for the sudden proposition, Carmen's tongue moved deliciously, sucking as it pressed against his throbbing erection and the cold tabletop; the sight of Carmen made him shudder with a sudden shiver of pain and pleasure. Completely out of control and not caring about the possibility of being suspended (or worse) if someone found them now, Chase used his free hand to unbuckle his belt. He can regret this later.
While Carmen continued what she was doing, the detective managed to free his member and maintain some self-control. The tie was suffocating him, so he got rid of it, and it was then her noises, though pleasurable, was perhaps too much.
Interrupting abruptly, Chase grabbed Carmen's hair, forcing her to look at him sideways as he spoke against her flushed cheek.
"Be quiet, could you?... Please... "
The shamelessly sexual laughter escaped her without warning; He couldn't tell if it was a sardonic whimper or a painful moan. He was equally happy with both.
He decided to enter her slowly, taking the time to feel the hot pressure enveloping his cock and watching as her resistance dwindled until she was hanging off the table. He thrust a few times and then turned her over to enter again.
Carmen's legs wrapped around his hips as he began to penetrate her more forcefully, her cuffed hands behind his neck searching for a point of balance, with him practically on top of her.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, suppressing monosyllables, her face covered in sweat. Amidst the chaotic movement, he was somehow gentle with her, carefully parting the strands of hair that covered her damp skin to kiss her temple.
His other hand slid down her thigh, to her back. He held it there for a moment before sliding back down to pull her against him.
"Fuck... Yes... Just like that... "
Carmen buried her face in her arms again, frustrated that she couldn't do anything but open herself up to him, not even being able to support herself properly. She wondered if Chase would consider getting rid of the tape; it would be a shame if he disposed of the video before letting her have a little fun with it.
The rhythm of his thrusts became hypnotic, the continuous collision of their bodies stifling any thoughts other than wanting him to make her come already.
Chase felt Carmen's legs tighten around him, slightly hindering his own movement but delighted to see her —trying to keep him inside her longer. At one point, the detective laid her completely back on the table, both hands at her sides for support. Carmen had barely had time to catch her breath when he thrust into her wet cunt again.
The smooth surface accentuated the perfect way her body arched against his. Carmen was a trembling, wet mess, her smeared makeup a visible remnant of the room's heat, yet she still managed to make him be loud without even using her hands. The adrenaline rush of being watched compelled her to be as quiet as possible, delighted to be fucked so carelessly by him.
It was just sex... sex with one of the most wanted criminals of the century, practically the agency's public enemy number one, but sex nonetheless.
The obscene sounds of the video, contained in his headphones, instantly refreshed his mind. He was convinced that the reason for this unofficial review was some kind of damage control (however hard it was for him to believe).
Incredibly hot sex in the interrogation room.
Chase's hands remained motionless against the armrest of the office chair.
His pants were tight, with a small stain of pre-cum exposing the painful, stifled boner beneath the fabric. He felt like a horny teenager watching porn, and like any teenager, he decided to snap out of it. Masturbating in the office was unbecoming of him, but for today, he could take it as a small break from work. After all, he was alone and honestly, the sound of the zipper being lowered was the last thing he heard.
The calloused skin of his hands created a rough sensation against the softer skin of his cock. The lack of lubrication made the first few strokes a little uncomfortable, but the more he massaged his member, the more he grew accustomed to the rough touch. A thin, clear, warm trickle spilled onto his glans.
He leaned his head back as he pieced together the beautiful sounds of Carmen in his mind: the way she stretched provocatively across the table, the way she pressed herself against him, the softness of her long legs against his hips, the scent of her hair…
He particularly remembered the taste of her lipstick and the way her beautiful eyes clouded over when she cum.
Their moans in his ear made him harder and more aching, trying to free himself from the bothersome erection while simultaneously trying to savor the moment, as if he wished to stay in that state of mind and fuck her again and again.
He could swear he was about to passsed out if she didn't was this gentle.
"... You, you shouldn't be here, Carmen."
He had barely caught his breath from the shock (and the orgasm) when the red woman's arms rested on his chest.
"Oh, bet I can make you beg me to stay," she whispered, her hot breath trailing against the skin of his neck, raising the hairs there and sending a shiver down his spine.
As her gloved hands undid his tie and shirt, she glanced at the screen where their trembling figures were visible on the interrogation table. "We've never done it there before... With the security cameras rolling." The last part of her statement was cut short by a barely suppressed groan from Chase. Carmen dragged one hand against his chest again, while with the other lifted his head to kiss him deeply.
"Mmh, by the way, you forgot the routine inspection detective, it's protocol during an arrest."
Innocently, Carmen turned around. She stood in front of him and guided his hands to the belt of her tight coat. Chase wasted no time and easily undid the knot that framed her waist, slipping his cold hands under her clothes and letting one of her knees rest on his side.
The detective smiled, delighted to see the master thief shudder at his icy, obscene touch.
Carmen encouraged him to undress her as she grabbed the headphones and put them on to listen her own moans on the video.
She brought her hand to her mouth, her pearly teeth biting the leather to release a delicate manicure that traveled from her breasts to the bottom of her waist, lower and lower...
Watching her touch herself to her own sex tape was a strange but undeniably hot view. He never imagined he'd be watching this woman masturbate in front of him with a video of them having sex, or that it would turn him on so badly.
Sure, she was only just starting to get wet, and Chase had a lot of work to do before they could focus on something more coherent (like getting rid of the tape before they were embroiled in an international scandal). At least that was the plan before he felt her straddle him and force his full attention on her.
She was quick to take care of his already overstimulated member, squeezing and dragging her fingers along the hard, painful boner that made him groan uncontrollably.
Her touch, in comparison, was soft, careful yet firm, and to his own good, very, very lively. The detective exhaled loudly, letting himself be enveloped by the warmth of her bare hand. Sometimes she pushed him close to the edge, only to stop, rub herself a little, and start again. He felt so close that if he concentrated hard enough on the sound coming from the headphones, he'd cum again.
And once again, she stopped.
Carmen set the headphones aside and knelt on the floor, in front of him, resting her head on one of his thighs, without stopping the sweet friction on him.
"Tell me, are you in the mood?" The mischievous smile she wore as she made her suggestion excited him even more. Of course, he'd let her give him head and whatever she wanted to tease, but he needed her... He wanted to rid himself of the painful anticipation that she had forced him to postpone.
He took hold of her hair to make his request clear. "First... Finish what you're doing, Carmen."
The woman laughed, returning to her initial position beside the desk and letting his arms reach her.
She writhed over him, letting him observe her figure illuminated by the computer's dim light. He couldn't help but lick her lips at the memory of fucking her before running his fingers over her other swollen lips, now glistening and dripping over a slick base of the piece of meat against her abdomen.
Chase felt the mental fog again of being brought to the edge when she started to stroke him and clenched his fists on the armrest. She wasn't going to stop this time.
Carmen felt it him get near and near and quickly pulled her hand away from Chase's cock, spat, and continued the delicious friction until he cum again. Carmen seemed to mirror his expression of pleasure, keeping a short distance between their mouths, not letting his lips touch hers but breathing in his ragged exhalations.
He tried, really tried to return the favor and please her but all he can do was placing his fingers underneath her and let her do want she need to.
Her free hand was over hims now, drawing circles on her wet, trembling clit, trying to soothe the fire with his fingers and patiently waiting for the hot fluid to stop spilling from her stomach before making him entering her.
Carmen sighed excitedly as generous loads of hot, viscous fluid splashed across her semi-naked body. Cleaning the chair and desk would be a nightmare for sure.
Their moans became much clearer with every intrusion, and Chase, completly exhausted and blinded by the mountain of endorphins, smiled wide when he felt Carmen bouncing desperately against him, unable to do anything but cry out of pure pleasure for the overstimulation he was receiving.
This woman was going to be a long headache for him in the morning.
