Hello, yes, I'd like to request a #2 with Horacio and a #19 with Ezra please 💕
Oh so you're trying to kill me, Emily? Is that what this is?! Rude. I want him so bad it makes me stupid so have this. It's literally porn from the get go.
Rating: E
Words: 1.1k (don't judge me, I love him)
Prompt: "If you interrupt me one more time, I swear to God…"
Warnings: smut, filthy p in v smut. Fingering. Oral (male & female receiving). Primal play if you squint. A dash of brat taming. D/s vibes.
Masterlist | Taglist | ao3
"If you interrupt me one more time, I swear to God…", he growled, prowling around the desk towards you like some big cat and your belly tightened, half in fear and half in anticipation. You'd been goading him all morning; traipsing around the house in next to nothing, pressing against him while he got an update from Trujillo over the phone, and perching on the desk while you pretended to read some magazine.
"You'll do what, Horacio?" You asked, saccharine and faux sweet as you plastered a vapid smile across your face. His head cocked and his eyes narrowed as he caught on to your game. You watched his big hands curl into fists and his feet picked up their pace. You weighed your options and made your choice: run. You took off out of the office and down the hall. You heard his heavy steps behind you as you reached the middle landing on the stairs. He was on you then, pressing you to the wall and pinning your arms above your head, his chest flush against yours and his breathing heavy and he took you in; the strap that had fallen down your shoulder, your bare leg as you slide it up his calf and then his thigh to wrap around his hip. His hand danced over your heated skin and under the hem of your barely there night gown. He groaned when he realized you wore nothing underneath, his forehead coming to rest against yours.
"Are you trying to kill me, mi vida?" He asked, his voice already hoarse with need as his fingers found your aching center and plunged deep. You gasped and pushed forward, crushing your mouth to his and nipping at his bottom lip. He added another finger, twisting them and stretching you as he rubbed his thumb over your clit. His grip on your wrists tightened almost painfully and you moaned at the feeling, bucking your hips hard against his hand.
"Needy little thing", he groaned and you just nodded, whimpering as he pulled his hand away. He released your wrists and you flexed them as the blood rushed back to your fingers, all pins and needles beneath your skin. Horacio reached up and rubbed his knuckles over your cheek in a tender gesture before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. "On your knees", he commanded. You looked up at him from under your lashes, wetting your bottom lip before dropping to your knees. With deft fingers you undid his belt and the button on his slacks and found him granite hard, stroking once and then again when he growled, the sound a rumble in his chest, long and low. You licked at the tip before sliding your lips down on his length, stroking with your hand what you couldn't fit in your mouth. His hands cradled the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair and when you looked up you found him absolutely wrecked above you. His hips thrust forward and your eyes watered, gagging when he hit the back of your throat.
He released his hold on your hair and pulled you up by the arm, his hands reaching up to wipe away your tears.
"So pretty when you cry for me, querida." Your legs went weak at his words and he caught you before you crumpled, hitching you up and over his shoulder as he took the rest of the stairs. His hand rubbed gentle circles over the skin of your ass before cracking down. You yipped in shock, yanking up the fabric of his shirt and biting down hard on the skin of his shoulder blade. He let out a shout, the sound shocked and sharp, and dumped you in a heap on the bed.
"Is that really how you want to play this?" His voice took on a razors edge and a delicious feeling of fear danced up your spine. He pulled his shirt over his head and your mouth went dry at the way his muscles bunched and released with the motion. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you down to the edge of the bed. "Turn over." You rolled onto all fours, choosing not to put up a fight, and glanced back over your shoulder, shivering at the way he was taking you in. He dropped to his knees behind you and licked a stripe up your center, his large hands spreading you open as he worked you with his tongue. You melwed, the sound bordering on pathetic, and pushed back against his face. Suddenly he was on his feet and you jumped when you heard the clatter of his belt against the hardwood floor, tense and needy from his attention. He lined himself up, teasing between your folds and you could do nothing but grasp at the sheets and bite at the back of your hand to keep from whining.
"No, you had so much to say earlier. Don't be quiet now. Let me hear what I do to you". He pushed into you without warning and your shout was a brittle and broken thing. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled hard, your neck arching back beautifully for him as his grip tightened. His pace was brutal, his hips snapping and skin slapping against yours. His hand swatyed at your ass and you moaned, leaning back into the feeling. He pulled you up by your hair, laying your back flush against his chest, as he snaked a hand up your belly and past your breasts to clutch at your throat. The pressure there was all it took and you fell apart around him, all star light and white heat as he pounded up into you almost violently. You gripped at his hand, fingers scratching against his skin and he eased up, leaning down to press kisses along the line of your shoulder.
"Horacio, please", you begged, your voice small and shaky as aftershocks sparked along your skin. "Cum for me, my love." He groaned and his hips sped up. You reached behind you and gripped the back of his neck, rolling your hips the best you could to meet him thrust for thrust. You dug your nails into his neck and he bit down hard against your throat as he painted your walls with his release.
You dropped forward and flopped onto your side, your arms flung out wide. Your husband still stood at the foot of the bed, his beautiful body glistening with sweet and a smirk tugging at his lips. You beckoned him forward and in a rare moment of playfulness he flopped down beside you, laying his head on your chest and curling his body around yours. His fingers danced lightly over your breast, up your sternum and came to rest against your lips. You pressed a kiss to his fingertips and turned your head to look down at him.
"Remind me to act up more often, mi amor", you said with a sleepy smile.
"Are you trying to kill me, mi vida?"
Ummm, well, someone (i.e. author) is obviously trying to kill me... and I welcome it!
