giving g!p taissa head under her office desk.. because reader knows from her body language just how pent up she’s been but tai has such a hard time pulling herself away from her work :( maybe she’s a little rough and fucks reader’s face because she’s so desperate to get off?
taissa who starts off rough until she’s close to cumming then she’s whining and thanking reader for helping her?
(also thank you thank you for answering my last few asks they’ve all been so yummy i’m literally gnawing at the bars of my enclosure <3)
» taissa turner x gn!reader.
— warnings: implied age gap relationship. nsfw content. mdni. gp!senator!tai. office sex. rough-ish oral sex/blow job. kinda fucked up the second half of your request, i hope you don’t mind, 🐞 anon.
normally you wouldn’t; not in public, and certainly not in her office, but she’s had such a rough day!! you can practically see the stress radiating off her, all rigid, where taissa sits hunched over the paperwork on her desk, gaze cast downward as she massages her temples, so sue you for not being able to stand seeing her like this!! sue you for dropping to your knees, and sue you for crawling beneath her desk, finally drawing her attention. tai makes a startled sound when your hands settle on her knees, seemingly only now noticing that you’ve left your own desk at all. “what are you doing?” she asks, five manicured fingers sinking into the hair at the back of your head, tilting your face up until you’re looking her in the eyes.
“you-“ you lick your lips, already fumbling with the buckle of her belt. “you’re stressed, aren’t you? i figured…” you shrug, and taissa’s eyes darken, flick to the door, then back to you, down between her slightly spread thighs. already, you can see she’s getting hard, a visible bulge forming in her slacks. all the more evidence that she must’ve been really pent up, if the mere prospect of you sucking her off is enough to turn her on and, on top of that, make her forget that she’s in her office, still. it had been one of the first rules the two of you agreed on, at the beginning of this thing between you, deciding the how & the when of acting on it: where you could afford to be fucking together, for instance, and where you absolutely could not. tai’s office had been firmly in the latter category. now, here you are, in said office, unbuckling the senator’s belt, then unzipping her pants, pulling them down, and getting taissa’s semi-hard cock out.
two languid strokes from root to tip, and she’s fully erect in your fist, a bead of precum forming at the swollen head. “be quick.” taissa instructs, still aware enough of the risk, at least. and quick, you can be, especially when her whole career could possibly be on the line, here.
you crane your neck to both hold her gaze and let your tongue dart out to flick it against taissa’s tip. with your fingers wrapped around her shaft, you can feel it bobbing forward at that and squeeze lightly in response, which has her nails digging into your scalp, a low, shuddered breath bursting from her lips as she pushes you forward a little, encouraging you to take more of her. you begin breathing through your nose, keeping your fist closed around the base of tai’s cock to guide it inside and take inch after inch of it into your mouth.
you know better than to try and rush it: the first time you sucked her off, you’d been a bit too eager and, embarrassingly enough, ended up sputtering & gagging around her length, while taissa had chuckled and patted your head to take it slow. so, to avoid making an absolute fool of yourself again, you take your sweet time with it, still stroking what of her shaft doesn’t fit once you feel her at the back of your throat: shifting on your knees, you swallow down the initial gag reflex (that still comes no matter how much practice you have taking her cock), the contraction of your throat around it making taissa moan lowly. “fuck…” she groans and tightens her hold in your hair.
with another deep breath, you hollow out your cheeks and start sucking in earnest, pleased to feel the veins on the underside of her shaft throb against your bottom lip. turning your eyes back up, you find tai has tipped her head back, panting even as she slowly starts rolling her hips and, simultaneously, guides your head, not yet fully fucking your face, but certainly controlling the pace. you take it as a sign to double your efforts, sucking harder.
you’re pretty sure you’re drooling around her, a thick mix of precum & your own saliva drawing obscene slurping sounds from under the table, but if tai notices that you’re leaving a spit stain on her chair, she doesn’t seem to mind. if anything, she’s actually picking up the pace, and with the gradually more slick feeling of her cock sliding past your lips over and over again, you’re starting to wonder why you offered a blowjob and not simply bent over in front of her so she would shove down your pants and fuck you properly.
more precum spurts out when her cock next twitches in your mouth, and by now, she’s really thrusting her hips and using you like you’d wanted her to. there isn’t much you can do, except flatten your tongue against tai’s dick and let her have you like this, groaning “god, fuck!” as she bottoms out to what’s damn near the hilt. you have to lean your head back to open your mouth and, by extension, your throat further for her, still sucking sloppily.
from there, it’s a matter of minutes, if that. you let your eyes flutter shut as tai fucks herself into your mouth, the tip of her cock repeatedly jabbing against the back of your throat in the process. distantly, you really do hope you’re the last two people left in the building, because it’s not like either of you bothered checking, and you doubt anyone would need to actually see what’s going on behind her office door: the sounds carrying through the room (and, god forbid, into the hallway) would probably speak for themselves.
for as long as it lasts, though, no one actually comes bursting through the door. your eyes have actually rolled back in your head by the time tai moans: “oh, god, i’m gonna-“ and that’s about all the warning you get before she spills over your tongue. the first ropes of her cum spurt straight down your throat and make you choke briefly before you realize that she’s cumming, and you force yourself to get your shit together, sealing your lips around her to work tai through her climax. at least the thrusting subsides, allowing you to catch your breath a little bit, with more cum still dribbling out. “fuck,” taissa pants, “jesus christ, we shouldn’t have…” and yet, even now, she’s throbbing between your lips.