May we have Gabriel cunt spanking his so?(Your writing is dope as fuck , you cool person you) *fingerguns into the sun*
((So got both of these around the same time and I’m like….these would go suuuuper well together. Hope it’s okay that I combined them anons!!
*fingerguns back at anon because fingerguns are cool*))
Being the Commander of Blackwatch, taking work home was an inevitability. But that didn’t mean you had to be happy about it. Gabriel was set up at his desk, typing away at a holo-keyboard, eyes focused on the screen in front of him. He had long stopped using the privacy settings while at home with you, he knew you wouldn’t snoop and if you did you wouldn’t tell. That’s why he hadn’t said anything when you were hovering behind him, waiting for him to acknowledge you. But he hadn’t.
Wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, you gave a small whine, smoothing your hand down his chest and nuzzling your face against his. He didn’t even look away, his typing pausing for a brief second before picking up right from where he left off. Scoffing softly, you whined again, stomping your feet brattily before turning your face into his neck and kissing hard against the skin there. One of your arms remained around him, your other hand slowly tiptoeing’ across his chest and over his arm, silently appreciating the muscles that you felt under your fingertips. You giggled more to yourself than anything, smiling as you felt his arm unconsciously jump as your fingertips grazed that one sensitive spot on the inside of his elbow. Your body pressed closer and closer to his, your breast pressed against his back as you finally managed to graze his wrist.
“Querida”, Gabe warned, still not breaking his gaze from his work although his fingers had stopped their quick dance. You whined softly, pressing one soft kiss after another to his cheek and jaw and ear lobe. Your lips settled against his earlobe, nibbling lightly and sighing against the sensitive skin, shivering when you felt the quiet growl rise in his chest. His resolve was weakening a little….he just needed a little more encouragement.
“Daddy”, you breathed, soft and sweet against his skin, basking in the sharp inhale he made. That word was verbal kryptonite, able to worm its way through the hardass barrier the man kept up. Licking lightly at his earlobe you sighed pitifully again before speaking. “Daddy…play with me?”
“Princesita”, he grunted, a slight strain in his voice, the sound of an internal struggle. He rolled his shoulders slightly, almost trying to push you away but not quite succeeding. “I’m working. I’ll play with you when I’m done, got it?”
“But Daddy”, you whined, using the name and that voice again, a soft tinkling giggle leaving your mouth as you shifted around to his side. You wormed your way into his lap, wiggling as you settled on his hard cock and smiling up at him with a mischievous grin. “I wanna play now!”
Gabe’s hands effortlessly settled on either side of your waist, lifting you up and placing you to the side and off of his lap. Your feet caught you before you fell on the ground, your feet actually stamping petulantly as you turned to glare at the man as he went back to working. You went to grab him once more, squeaking as you suddenly felt yourself pinned and bent over the desk.
“What did I say princesita”, Gabriel growled. He had your arm pinned to the small of your back, your upper body pressed into the cool glass of the desk, his hardness grinding against your covered ass.
“To wait”, you sighed softly, biting down on your body lip. Waves of arousal rolled through you, dancing down your spine as he manhandled you, a soft giddy sound falling from your lips. You rolled your hips against him defiantly, Gabe’s hand pushing yours down harder.
Laughing you jumped as you suddenly felt the waistband of your leggings being yanked down, your panties coming with them. A feeling of triumph began to boil up in you before he felt his hand come down hard on your cunt. A shocked scream left your mouth as his hand pulled back only to fall back down on your dripping, needy pussy once more. The slaps stung and sent a surge of burning fire into your core that bursted back and turned into a craving want. It only made you crave his cock more. He set a brutal pace, his hand releasing your wrist as he chastised you with each slap.
“Next. Time. I. Tell. You. To. Wait. You. Will. Wait. Do. You. Under. Stand?”
Tears were rolling down your cheeks, whining and writhing, your juices making the hits sting even more. You nodded your head, shifting and jumping from foot to foot until he stopped, his hand massaging your sopping cunt to relieve some of the pain but pulling away before you could pull pleasure from it. You went to stand up straight, only to have Gabe press you back down to the table solidly, leaving his hand there until you stopped moving. You shifted your weight from one foot to the next, straining your ears as you listened to Gabe begin to type at his keyboard once more.
With leggings around your knees, cunt swollen, dripping and hot from his hits you finally resigned to listen to your boyfriend.
