Hi all, I know Iāve been mia as of late, Iāve been dealing with some personal issues and I moved. Iām back though! Iāll be focusing on writing more. Iām going to finish my req for Noahās characters then get back to my regular scheduled programming š«” I MISS YALL
content: ted garcia x afb/f! reader / unprotected sex (p in v) / non-consensual undertones / power dynamic / mention of anal / established relationship / degradation and humiliation / dirty talk / MDNI (+18)
summary: you're sick of fighting with ted, so you try to fuck with him and wear something that'll make his head messy and his cock hard. š
wc: 1.4k
notes: this is from an ask i received from the lovely @mustachepascal, requesting that i write a fic for this tweet. don't forget to let it run wild over on pp twitter ya'll. thanks to my bb @sad-bitch-disorder for always being my go-to beta reader. it feels soooo fucking good writing ted again. enjoy x
Ted slumps into his recliner, exhaustion etching across his face. Heās sick of the endless battles. Every night, you two clash, the air between you both, thick with resentment. He imagined that once Eric left for college, youād rediscover each other, maybe reignite the passion that you both spoke about so fondly. Instead, the distance grows, emptiness taking root.
He lets out a dramatic sigh, broadcasting his frustration as your footsteps thunder upstairs. Tonightās spat erupted over garlic bread ā burnt beyond redemption, his fault, naturally. But his mind is preoccupied, tangled in the demands of his campaign, barely registering the over-toasted slices. The weight of it all presses him deeper into the chair.
You, too, are teetering at the edges, unable to bear the constant friction. Sprawled across the bed, you stare up at the ceiling, the same song and dance every night now. Downstairs, the television roars to life, Tedās infuriating tactic to burrow under your skin. The news blares at full volume, each word a deliberate jab, a challenge to your patience.
You roll your eyes, pressing a pillow over your face to muffle the noise, but his persistence tonight is relentless. Your frustration grows, and you hurl the pillow across the room, letting out a groan loud enough to pierce the den below. When the televisionās volume spikes even higher, you bolt upright, fury propelling you toward the door. Youāre ready to slam it shut, to seal yourself off from him ā but no. Not tonight. You refuse to let him win this round.
Ted notices the absence of your retaliation, the silence unusual. Heās grown accustomed to your fiery comebacks, not this eerie quiet. He finally decides to dial down the television, sitting there a moment, waiting for your stomping to return. Before he can call out, you appear, descending the stairs in the sheer babydoll lingerie he gifted you for your birthday. The sight steals his breath almost instantly. You glide past, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves, your bare skin teasingly visible underneath, the fabric barely covering the underside of your ass cheeks.
āWhat are you doing?ā he growls, brows knitting together, his grip tightening on the remote. āWhy are you wearing that?ā His voice climbs, laced with tension.
You ignore him, sauntering into the kitchen, your movements deliberately provocative. You rummage through the cabinets, searching for a snackā¦ or nothing at all. The act is really just secondary to your true intent, which is to make him ache, to torture him.
āJust lookingā¦ā you mumble, your tone coy.
āLiar,ā he snaps, striding from the living room to the kitchen in a heartbeat. His eyes donāt leave you, like a predator stalking its prey. His knuckles blanch as he grips the counter. āWhy are you wearing that?ā
You turn to face him, a slow grin curling on your lips. The sheer fabric reveals the hardened peaks of your nipples, your body a tantalizing photograph of curves and shadows. āTo fuck with you,ā you say, your voice sharp with aggravation.
Ted steps closer, towering over you, his gaze locked on the way the lingerie molds to every dip and curve of your beautiful body. His eyes linger on your nipples, his desire for you now almost palpable.
āIs that so?ā His response is low and rough as his thumb grazes one of your hardened peaks.
āItās workingā¦ā he confesses, his breath warm against your skin as he dips in closer.
A soft sound escapes your lips, evidence that heās making a mess of you between your thighs. But you steel yourself, keeping your back straight, refusing to let him see how his touch fucks with you.Ā
Just when you think you have it under control, his massive hands grab your breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together so he fans his hot breath through the fabric. āYou wanted to fuck with me, yeah? Win our little argument?ā he teases, kissing down your breasts, pulling a nipple between his lips as he sucks on it through the fabric.
āHow about I just fuck youā¦ā he mumbles, a promise as he sinks his teeth into your skin, a teasing nip that sends shivers racing down your spine. He pulls back, eyes much darker with hunger and spins you around, pressing you forward until your hips meet the edge of the kitchen counter, your heart pounding with anticipation of what's to come next.
āIāve been wondering when you were gonna wear this,ā he groans, while his hands undo the drawstrings of his sweats. āStrutting around, teasing me, getting me so damn hard I canāt think straight ā ready to fuck you senseless in it.ā His sweatpants hit the floor with a soft thud, then his briefs follow. āWhy do we even fight, baby? Why donāt we justā¦ lose ourselves in thisā¦ fuck our problems awayā¦?ā
His hand slips beneath the delicate hem of your babydoll lingerie, fingers seeking your eager cunt between your thighs. He plunges two fingers into you, mapping the walls of your slick warmth. Each slow, deliberate pump draws a gasp from your lips and his satisfied hum vibrates through you. He pulls his fingers free, licking them clean with a wicked gleam in his eye, before aligning his cock at your entrance.
āDonāt hold back, baby. Scream for me.ā
With those words, he thrusts deep, shoving his cock deep in one fluid motion. The shared moan that erupts is electric, a current that binds you together in the bubbling ecstasy. Tedās hips move with relentless precision, rocking into you as he grips your waist for leverage, anchoring you to him. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your body trying to match his rhythm.
Your eyes flutter, threatening to roll back as he drives into you harder, each stroke a testament to his need andā¦ love, for you. The moans you release ā sharp, desperate, echoing with every plunge into your wet mess of a pussy ā are raw and unfiltered. You just wanted to provoke him, to stoke his anger with your teasing, but those plans dissolved quickly. You knew it would end this way, that the petty arguments over dishes would be forgotten, replaced by Tedās fiery love-making.
His hand slides up to encircle your throat, firm but careful, pulling your head back just enough for his lips to graze the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His cock glides in and out with devastating accuracy, his balls slapping against your ass, the rhythmic sound of skin on skin filling the open kitchen. The air feels alive, you feel like youāre on cloud nine.
āDid you really think youā¦ fuckā could wear this and not drive me crazy?ā he growls, his voice a mix of frustration and lust, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. āThat I wouldnāt take you like this, right here, right now? Goddamn, you drive me wild, you crazy fucking woman. I should fuck you in the ass just for attempting to tease me...ā His filthy words cut through you, making you crave him more, making your pussy even wetter.
Ted tugs your head back further, his fingers tightening around your throat, feeling the pulse of your carotid throbbing beneath your straining neck. His gaze is wild, loving the way your heartbeat betrays your obvious surrender.
āIām gonna cum all over your pretty little outfit, baby,ā he hisses, a final wicked punishment for your attempt to win the argument with your teasing lingerie. Backfired, leaving you a trembling, aching mess, and your pussy thoroughly fucked.
With a low groan, Ted pulls out of your drenched cunt, his hand stroking himself swiftly. His grip on your neck remains firm, tilting your head back even further as he lets out a loud moan, his cum spilling hot and messy across your babydoll lingerie, staining the delicate fabric.Ā
āB-But, I wanna cum tooā¦ā you whimper, your voice a desperate plea. But your words are ignored as Ted gazes down at you, his half-lidded eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and adoration. He leans in, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of your nose, enjoying how miserable you look.
āOh, you wanna cum, huh?ā he laughs, his breath hot against your lips, while he wallows in mock pity. āSorry, baby girl, you lost this round.ā You nod, frantic, your body aching for his cock, his fingers ā anything. But he denies you, cleaning the tip of his cock along the hem of your sheer lingerie, smearing the fabric with the last of his release.
āNow be a good girl and change out of this,ā he says, commanding, āso Daddy can fuck you right.ā
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Warnings: smut, established relationship, marking, p in v, nipple play, pussy pronouns, pussy spanking, dirty talking Joel, possessive Joel. Not proofread
A/N: first time writing anything remotely like this so it probably sucks ass but oh whale. Need my coochie spanked after this. *sighs* I need to be locked up.
W.c: 600
You and Joel had been out at the bar in Jackson, both sipping on whiskey over ice. Some drunk idiot that the town knows about hit on you; which in turn pissed Joel off. He grabbed your arm and nearly drugged you out of the bar and down the street.
Once you both made it home he slammed the door and locked it, possessiveness, that youāve seen time and time again coursing through his blood. But the look on his face is something youāve never seen before, the rage; maybe it was the whiskey.
āYouāre mine, no one elseās.ā He practically growls as he strolls over to you. His hands immediately find your hips and he runs his hands up your sides.
āI know Iām yours Joel and Iāll always be yours.ā You whisper as you run your hand over the side of his hair. He immediately leans in and captures your lips in a heated kiss; a kiss he delivers very seldom.
His thumbs hook into the waistband of your leggings as you toe each shoe off. He practically rips your leggings off of you. Your hands fumble as you slip your jacket off. He takes your shirt off.
āSo pretty.ā He grumbles against your lips. His arms reach around you as he skillfully unclasps your bra. He growls lowly as he slips your bra from your arms. He throws your bra and his hands immediately grip your breasts as he kneads them in his rough, calloused hands.
After a moment he picks you up and carries you straight to your shared bedroom. He throws you on the bed and strips his own clothes off then sits down beside where your body lay.
His fingers trace up and down your bare skin.
āGonna let everyone know you're mine.ā He murmurs as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. You let out a gasp at the sudden contact of his mouth.
You arch your back up as his hand trails down your stomach to your pussy. He hums in approval when he feels the wetness between your lips. He pulls off of your nipple with a wet pop.
āAlready so wet for me and Iāve barely touched you.ā He murmurs against your neck. You nod eagerly.
āFor you Joel. All for you.ā You mutter out. He hums against your neck as he bites down on the sweet spot behind your ear.
He slips fingers inside of your pussy which makes you whimper softly.
āShh shh.ā He shushes softly.
After a moment he withdraws his fingers from your pussy and rubs his hand over your mound. He lifts your leg up and hooks it around his hip so youāre totally sprawled out and completely vulnerable to his touch.
His hand lightly smacks your clit which makes your entire body twitch.
āGonna make the neighbors hear who makes you feel so good.ā He grumbles with a chuckle. Suddenly his hand slaps your pussy again; this time with a harder impact.
āFuck!ā You yelp out. He chuckles and grins against your neck.
āJust like that baby girl.ā He whispers as he sucks your neck. He lifts his hands and delivers four continuous, hard smacks to your pussy. Every slap making your clit ache, in both the best and worst way possible.
āJoel!ā You cry out as your legs tremble.
āYeah baby. Let them know who owns this pretty little pussy. Let them know who makes you feel so good.ā He growls.
He smacks your pussy again, this one particularly hard which makes your hips buck up.
āGonna make her feel so good.ā He whispers as he gently bites your earlobe.
He moves one hand to hold your leg, so youāre spread open at his mercy, the other hand makes contact with your pussy over and over and over again, til you feel your head spinning with pleasure.
content: michael robinavitch x afb/f! reader / unprotected sex (p in v) / cunnilingus / sexual submission / creampie / power dynamic / established relationship / praising / dirty talk / MDNI (+18)
summary: you and robby sneak off to your favorite spot in the hospital so he can drop to his knees and submit to you. š¤
wc: 1.5k
notes: no beta reader for this one. you get what you get. this idea came to me while making gifs, seems to be a repetitive thing. love, love, the idea of robby being a submissive boy for you.
Your fingers slip out from his mouth, warm saliva pulling in a glistening thread that clings to his trembling lips. You gaze down at him, a slow, knowing smile curving your lips. His cheeks flush red ā a shade so unfamiliar it sends a shiver through you. You havenāt seen him this excited, this unraveled, since the first time you took your clothes off for him.
āDo you like that, Robby? My fingers in your mouth?ā you ask, voice soft but laced with power. Tilting your head, you let your thumb graze his bottom lip, pressing down to expose the row of his bottom teeth.
Mr. Senior Emergency Attending Physician of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center on the floor, kneeling before you ā a complete and utterly, shattered mess. His cock standing free, the tip weeping with so much precum it forms a slick, shamefully small puddle on the tiled floor beneath him.
Who knew he could be this tamed?
Who knew he would submit so fast to you?
Just hours ago, you were trading charts, shuffling patients between rooms, running tests, stealing charged glances across the chaos of the hospital floor. In the pit, Robby commands with sharp authority, barking orders, flashing smirks, and sly smiles, all while guarding a delicious secret ā his desire to be claimed by you.
Now, his mouth worships your pussy, lips locked around your clit with a desperate greed. The contrast of his demeanor steals your breath. You grip his hair, voice firm as you command, āStick your tongue in.ā
He obeys you instantly, abandoning your clit to plunge his eager tongue deep into your cunt, a low groan vibrating through him.
āRub that long, sexy nose against my clit,ā you add. Robby presses his entire face into you, nose grinding against your sensitive bud. Heās a man consumed by you, a willing captive on his knees, with a fire in his eyes as he relishes in his submission.
āLove itā¦ā he mumbled, his voice low, as his tongue worships you, delving in and out of your cunt with fervent need.
āWhatās that?ā you tease, your voice catching as you brace yourself against the cool edge of the counter, your body shivering with desire.
In your mind, you silently thank Whitaker for his acknowledgment about the abandoned wing on the hospitalās eighth floor. This forgotten corner has become your sanctuary with Robby ā a place where the unthinkable can unfold, free from any consequencesā¦ a place for this raw intimacy.
āYour pussyā¦ I ā I fucking love it,ā he breathes, his words muffled against your skin as he laps at your folds, sliding a finger inside you only when you grant him permission, his eyes pleading for your approval, craving the power you hold over him.
You toss your head back, a radiant grin stretching from ear to ear, your heart soaring as you lose yourself in the sensation. Your gaze drifts upward, counting the tiny black specks speckling the mineral wool ceiling, each one a witness to your ecstasy. Your hand snakes down, threading through his hair, tugging gently left and right, guiding his eager mouth as he devours your weepy cunt.
When you sense heās had enough of you, you pull him back by the roots, your eyes locking onto his. His chin glistens, coated with your juices, the layers of his beard and lips drenched in your arousal ā a testament to his passionate obsession with you.
āYou want to fuck me now, Robby?ā you purr, your thumb gliding over his slick lips, spreading your juices across them.
He nods, his gaze pinned to yours, completely smitten. āSo fucking badā¦ā
You relinquish a bit of your power, let him take charge. His strong hands lift you onto the counter, parting your thighs wide, his other hand gripping his cock, poised and aching for you as he pumps it.
āAh, ahā¦ā you scold, your voice laced with authority.
āDonāt stroke yourself. Just hold itā¦ guide it into my pussy.ā
A needy whimper escapes Robbyās throat as he obeys, halting his movements. He grasps the base of his cock, rubbing its soaked tip against your dripping cunt.
Without hesitation, he surges forward, his mouth falling open in awe as he watches his cock vanish into you, inch by inch. A sly smirk curves your lips as you revel in his infatuation, his eyes locked on the sight of him filling your cherished hole.
When heās fully buried inside you, his hands find your knees, cupping beneath them and lifting you just enough to angle himself perfectly. He begins to thrust, slow at first, then with growing urgency, each movement drawing moans from deep within him.
āOh fuck, oh fuckā¦ God, you feel so fucking amazing,ā he groans, his voice lewd and thick as he fucks into you harder, pushing your knees against your breasts.
āYeah? You love how my pussy wraps around you?ā you tease, your voice a sultry taunt as you let out soft, breathy moans, each one spurred by his deeper thrusts. Robby nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his gaze flickering between your beautiful face and the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing into you.
āI knew itā¦ the moment you walked in, that first day,ā he grunts, his words ragged with desire, his rhythm steady and determined. āYou had me. I was captivated, aching to be on my knees for you, to surrender everything. All of me, yours...ā
His confession ignites a spark deep within you, his words dripping with devotion that tugs at your heartstrings. But youāre the one in control here, the one who commands the moment. You canāt let your softening emotions show ā not now. Those tender feelings will surface later, when heās gently cleaning you up, pressing soft kisses to your skin, and taking you home.
For now, you lick your lips, savoring the flood of his submissive words pouring from his trembling lips. He keeps driving into you with a desperate intensity, as if this is the last fuck heāll ever get.
When his outpouring of adoration threatens to overwhelm you, you grab his chin, and pull him into a ravenous kiss. Your tongue thrusts into the warmth of his mouth, silencing him with a fierce hunger.
His fingers dig into the soft plush flesh of your thighs, a telltale sign that his balls are tight, his cock about to burst.
You pull back from his lips, your eyelashes fluttering with a teasing allure. āDo you want to cum inside me tonight?ā you ask, your voice laced with promise, offering it like a reward.
His eyes light up, sparkling with awe, as if your words have set off fireworks behind his pupils. āR-Really?ā he stammers, almost in disbelief. āIā¦ I donāt have to pull out?ā
You shake your head, a playful glint in your eyes, and press a tender peck to the tip of his nose, where a bead of sweat glides down the bridge.
āNo, Robbyā¦ I want you to cum inside me,ā you whisper, your voice coming out in a low sultry tone.
His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief mingling with desperate hope, his lips parting as if he wants to ask again. But you donāt give him the chance. Instead, you guide him with a commanding tilt of your chin. āRub my clit while you fuck me,ā you order, your tone firm. āDonāt stop until Iāve got you in a vise.ā
Robby obeys instantly, his fingers finding your clit with practiced precision, rubbing vigorously just the way youāve taught him, the way youāve molded him to please you. All the while, his hips move in fluid, relentless thrusts, his devotion palpable in every motion.
āSqueeze me, baby,ā he pleads. āCum on my cock.ā
You let his bold plea slide, too consumed by the fire building inside you. All you need is for him to keep touching you like that, to keep filling you until youāre teetering on the edge.
āRobby, fuck, oh Godā¦ā you cry out, your voice breaking as your pussy clenches around him, a tight, pulsing resistance as he drives deeper. āIām cumming! Iām cumming!ā A wave of heat surges from your stomach, your spine trembling as the climax crashes through you.
Robbyās release follows.
He lets out a deep guttural groan, his face collapsing into the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His hips stutter as he spills into you, pumping warm thick ropes of cum deep inside. The empty hospital room echoes with your shared moans and heavy breaths.
For a few blissful minutes, you remain locked together, bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow. When Robby finally pulls back, he eases his cock out slowly, his gaze dropping to watch his cum spill from you, a glistening stream that marks you as his ā not wasted in a condom.
āWow,ā he breathes, his voice soft with awe.
His eyes lift to meet yours, shimmering with unspoken adoration.
āYouāre incredible,ā he murmurs, his words quiet yet holding an invisible weight.
You flash him a warm smile, reaching up to brush a bead of sweat from his furrowed brow, your touch gentle and intimate, a complete contrast from your earlier self.
āSo are you, Robby. So are you.ā
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NOMOREROSES - HOLDING ABSENCE
SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW 'POPE' CODY
Animal Kingdom (2016-2020)
Pairing: Dave York x assistant!reader
Summary: Balancing between being Dave's assistant and his secret lover is hard, but when he tells you to go, you don't hesitate.
Warnings: secret relationship, dom!Dave/subby!reader, language, 18+ MDNI, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), slight choking, unprotected sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, basically porn with no plot
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: Thank you for being my beta readers again @jadesmultifandom and @peachyblushhh!
Being Dave Yorkās assistant was not an easy job for you. Trying to keep him undercover while heās away, working from your own office, writing new files and erasing the old ones, throwing them into the document shredder so there wouldnāt be any trace left from an old life, creating believable lies instead. You had to clean up the mess after him when he left one ā although this wasnāt common, he was a professional who knew his job and the consequences that came with it.
But you werenāt only his assistant. Making out and sleeping with your boss in his free time was definitely not professional.
You were sitting behind your desk, folders stacking high in front of you as you tried to concentrate on every word written on the white papers, but the letters were starting to merge together, your eyes already hurting from the lack of sleep. The clock was ticking on the wall, the loud noise breaking the silence of the office. Only a few more minutes left from your shift.
You already started to pack your things together, wanting to get out of that place as soon as possible when the phone on the desk rang, making you stop in your tracks. You put down your bag on the top of the table, letting out a curse under your breath before you answered with a relaxed tone.
āMr. York, how can I help you?ā Your voice was calm, the annoyance that was in it just a few moments ago now dissipated into thin air, leaving behind nothing, or at least you hoped so.
āIn my office. Now,ā his voice rang out, the command taking you a bit off guard, but you were already familiar with his attitude. You could hear from his tone that he was smirking, and all you wanted to do was just throw the phone back in its place and storm out of the building, not coming back for the whole weekend.
āIāll be thereāā he didnāt wait until you finished your sentence, ending the call in a quick way. You stared at it in disbelief, but you shook it off. Two can play this game.
You threw your bag over your shoulder, the room falling in darkness as you stepped outside. Your heels were clicking on the marble floor as you walked, passing by empty offices that people already left for the weekend. The familiar wooden doors of his room came into view at the end of the long hall, and you quickened your steps, wanting to get over whatever he wanted to ask from you.
You knocked on the door, loud enough that he could hear it through the thick wood, and when you heard his low voice coming from the office, you stepped inside, the thick wood swinging shut behind you.
You looked around the room and noticed him sitting behind his desk, tie hanging loose around his neck, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing his defined forearms. The lights of the city behind him illuminated the otherwise dark room, another desk lamp switched on at the edge of his table. His eyes were dark, checking your form out slowly, and you already knew that he didnāt need your help with anything connected to a messy job, at least not his kind of messy job.
You felt yourself get wetter at the thought of it, squeezing your thighs together, and he smirked when he noticed it, motioning for you to go closer to him, still not using any words. Your steps werenāt as confident as when you walked through the halls just minutes ago ā they were weaker, your knees wavering slightly as you tried to prepare yourself for what was going to happen next.
When you were close enough, he suddenly reached out for you, pulling you into his lap by your waist. You let out a surprised yelp, your bag falling to the ground from your shoulder. Your front came in contact with the hard planes of his chest, his fingers digging into your hips and his legs spreading wider.
āYouāve been driving me crazy all day, baby,ā he groaned against your neck, his breath hot against your bare skin. āThese tight pants. Iāve been hard all day and I could barely contain myself,ā his hands wandered lower, gripping a handful off your ass.
He positioned you, so you were sitting on his thigh, your legs hanging off on either side. He was holding you close, looking deep into your eyes with hunger and something close to animalistic while he slowly started to rock you back and forth, the friction making you eyes roll back. Your moan was cut off by his mouth over yours, his tongue immediately finding its way past your lips.
You didnāt realize when his hand left your hips or when you started to move on your own, but he had a smug smile on his face as he leaned back in his chair, and studied all of your reactions and little sounds that escaped from deep inside you.
āLook at you, baby! All desperate and needy for me,ā he whispered. You saw from the corner of your eyes how his hands came up to cup your breasts through your shirt, adding another sensation to your quickly building orgasm. āMaking a mess for me, arenāt you?ā
You whimpered as you looked down at his thigh and saw the thin streak of your wetness smeared on his dark blue pants. His groan brought back your attention to him, and you didnāt have any time to understand what he was doing before he tore apart th white fabric of your shirt, the buttons flying everywhere on the floor. He immediately pulled down your bra, your breasts spilling out from the black lace.Ā
āGod, darling, look at them. So fucking perfect,ā he mumbled before his lips found one of your nipples while his free hand played with the other. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, your head falling backwards as you let out a louder moan. The room was filled with the sounds falling from your mouth and his soft groans against your skin.
āDave, please,ā you mumbled into his hair, and he pulled back from your breasts for a second, looking up at your face.
āPlease what, baby? Use your words for me!ā he commanded, and when you wanted to answer, he moved his thigh under you, the muscles flexing in it, and the words died in your throat. āWant to tell me something, baby?ā
āPlease, Iām going to come, Dave.ā
āThen come for me, baby. I want to see you fall apart,ā he said, and those were the only words you needed. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your head falling into the crook of his neck while he was playing with your breasts and guiding your movements with his other hand, helping you ride out your intense high. āThere you go.ā
He wasnāt moving under you, and you were lying limply against his body, your form still shaking slightly. When you felt like you could move again, you straightened out, looking down between your bodies. His cock was straining against the seams of his pants, and your hand reached down to palm the prominent bulge.
You watched as Daveās head fell back against the chair, his hips thrusting up into your hand, searching for more friction. He mumbled something under his breath, but you were too focused on his pleasure to catch any of the words.
Your body moved lower against his, your mouth leaving kisses on his still shirt and clothes covered form. Your knees hit the ground in front of him, your eyes coming into level with the tent that formed in his pants. He was looking down at you with hooded eyes, his legs spreading wider so you could fit between them more comfortably.
āFuck, you look so beautiful on your knees,ā his voice was raspy with desire, his fingers brushing against your cheek while you started to unbuckle his belt and undo the button on his work pants. You werenāt in a rush, your movements slow as the sound of the zipper being pulled down filled the room, and his breathing quickened just one bit.
A low groan left his lips as he lifted his hips so you could free him from the uncomfortably tight slacks and the briefs underneath. His cock sprang free, some drops of precum shining on its tip while the head was flushed red from the lack of attention. Your hands wrapped around the shaft, collecting the droplets to cover his cock as you slowly started to stroke him.
His mouth fell open, his breath more ragged as he saw the way you started to lower your head, blowing a puff of air teasingly against the tip. And after your mouth wrapped around his cock, he felt like the world stopped for a second. After waiting for days to have you for himself again, the time finally came and he didnāt know how long he would last with you like this.
You were moving up and down on him, taking him a bit deeper with every other bob of your head, your tongue following the path of the veins against the side of his length.
āStop,ā he commanded, pulling you off of him by your hair. You looked up at him with hazy eyes, taking deep breaths again. āFuck, come here,ā he leaned down to kiss you, not caring that the taste of his precum was still lingering on your tongue.
His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight to cut off your air supply, but enough that your breath hitched at his sudden possessiveness. He stood up with you in his arms, twirling you around and bending you roughly over his desk, the papers and pens scattering to the ground. He pulled away the last pieces from your body, your pants coming off with your underwear and you heard him groan behind you as he saw the string of your arousal connected to your panties.
You tilted your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of his body, but it was nearly impossible in the current position you were in. You tried to focus on the sounds and the way he moved, your thighs squeezing together to relieve the pent up tension between your legs. That earned you a teasing slap on your ass, and you moaned out.
āYouāre really needy today, arenāt you?ā he mumbled as he spat into his hand and started to stroke his cock, guiding it to your entrance. āIt will be easy for me to slip in, huh?ā
A broken sound came out of you as he buried himself deep in one harsh thrust, the desk scraping against the floor of the office. He didnāt give you any time to adjust, his hips starting to move at a brutal pace while you tried to hold on to the edge of the mahogany. He was holding onto your hips so tightly that you were sure it would leave behind bruises, but you were too caught up in the moment to care.
āFuck, baby, your pussyās so tight. I missed you,ā he grunted. You felt his hand creeping up the line of your spine, coming around and wrapping around your throat, pulling you back against his chest. He hit a new spot in this angle, his cock burying even deeper inside you, the tip of it brushing against your g spot with every other thrust while his fingers pressed down slightly at the right place on your throat, making it harder to breathe.
Your eyes rolled back at the intense pleasure. His strong hands wrapped around you, occasionally striking against your ass. Your high was building up quickly again, but a sharp chain of knocks broke through the office.
Your head turned in the direction of the door, and Dave slowed down his thrusts, but not stopping completely, his hand loosening around your throat. Whoever was behind that door, they definitely wanted something important, but when the minutes passed and still no one spoke up behind the thick wood Dave started to pick up his pace again.
You moaned in surprise, but Daveās palm quickly covered your mouth, his hot breaths falling against your bare shoulder as he leaned closer to you.
āCan you keep quiet for me, baby? We wouldnāt want them to hear us, right?ā
You shook your head, and he let out a low chuckle at your obedient reaction. The hand that was holding onto your hip was now planted against your pussy, locked between your body and the desk as he started to draw quick circles over your clit with his thumb.
You didnāt realize how or when you came to the point, but your legs started shaking with your orgasm crashing over you, and if Dave wouldnāt have been there behind you, holding you upright, then you would have probably fallen to the ground. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible, but it seemed to be a tougher job than you thought.
His thrusts were getting more out of control, and with the last few movements he buried himself deep inside you, hot white ropes of his cum painting your walls as his head fell in the space between your shoulderblades. He was hugging you close as he rode out his high too, and you waited patiently, caressing his forearm that was placed around your middle.
Both of yours and Daveās ears perked up as you heard the footsteps behind the door getting further away, but neither of you said anything. In the end it was him who broke the silence.
āTomorrow Iāll pick you up in the morning. Weāre going to spend the whole weekend together and I swear Iām not going to let you out of my house until we make up for the lost time.ā
āThat sounds like a plan,ā you turned around in his arms, his softening cock slipping out of you with a wet sound, his hot cum dripping out of you, leaving behind a mess.
āIt is a plan. And I can guarantee that youāll enjoy it.ā
