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Yes Daddy

Abigail Borin x fem!reader warnings: language, smut, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, minor derogatory dirty talk/praise, semi public sex? A couple of prompts/requests thrown together. This took way too long from the initial "daddy!borin must be written" to the actual writing LOL. 3.3k

You were no stranger to the CGIS office, often dropping Abi off in the morning or waiting in the parking lot to pick her up after a long haul day, occasionally swinging through to drop something off that the other woman had forgotten at home or to make sure she actually ate her lunch. You knew her team and most of the administration around the building, making it pretty easy for you to come and go as you pleased. Today, bored out of your mind at home, you figured there was no harm in paying your wife a visit, she’d been over stressed about this case after all. Besides, her lunch was still sitting on the counter where you’d placed it while she got ready that morning. What kind of wife would you be if you let her starve?

Abi’s preferred take out and a tray of actually good coffee in your hand, you breezed past the reception desk with a warm smile before heading down the hallways to her office. The door was open just a smidge, nudging open a tad further when you rapped on the wood.

“What?” The irritation in her voice was present as you shouldered the door the rest of the way open.

“Rough day?” You asked and the annoyance immediately fell from her face, replaced with a tired smile.

“Would be a hell of a lot better if we weren’t working this case with NCIS.” She grumbled, closing her laptop before pushing it to the side of her desk.

“That DiNozzo guy a thorn in your side again?”

“A thorn in everyone’s side and always.”

“Sucky.” You let out a small sigh, moving through the room to place the bag and drinks down on her desk, “hopefully lunch will help.”

“Believe me, this will.” She swiped a Styrofoam cup with one hand, taking a hefty swig as the other reached out to intertwine your fingers with hers, giving you a tender squeeze, “thank you.”

“Can’t let my favourite girl go hungry, now can I?” Your free hand braced on her shoulder as you leant over to kiss her, breathing her in as your lips moved against her.

“Now that definitely does help.” A smirk took over her lips as you let out a laugh, leaning against the side of her desk.

Rather than turn her attention to lunch or back to work, Abi’s eyes lingered on your body, flicking down to the pair of heels on your feet, slowly dragging up your bare legs to the hem of your dress before they roamed over your curves, lingering just a touch on your chest before finally catching your gaze again. You felt the fire pulsing through you, a tingle starting in your lower stomach as heat crept onto your cheeks at the way she was looking at you. Sure, you’d shown up under false pretenses but you hadn’t expected Abi to take the bait, especially without making you work for it first.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip and pulling your full attention as she leant back in her chair, “what’d you bring me?”

“Hmm?” You blinked rapidly, pulling yourself out of the daydream as your eyes darted away from her lips.

“What’s in the bag?” She asked with a small chuckle, finger pointing toward the takeout you’d placed down on her desk.

“Salmon bowls from that place on eighth you like so much.”

“A girl after my heart.” She smiled reaching for the bag.

“Pretty sure I already secured that.” You replied with a laugh of your own, circling around to settle in a chair on the opposite side of her desk as she started to empty the bag of its contents.

“Either way, thank you for this. As much as I need a break are you okay if I work through lunch? I need these signed off by the end of the day, I swear I’ll still listen to you ramble though.”

You laughed softly, passing her a fork before prying open your rice bowl, “you do what you’ve got to do. I’m just happy to be here.”

A comfortable silence took over her office as the two of you dug into lunch, the occasional sound of her pen scratching against paperwork or files flipping open and shut. You shared a story or two from your week between bites of food, a general warmth floating through the air as Abi worked.

There was a sudden knock on her door, if you could even call it that, before a man practically fell through the entrance,

“Hey! So I”—

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me GOD, DiNozzo.” Abi snapped, her fingers tightening around her pen as she glared across the room at him.

“Sorry.” He let out an awkward chuckle, suddenly stalling as his eyes landed on you and they widened briefly before he shot you a devilish grin. “Didn’t realize you had company, hi, Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.” Extending his hand he started to take a step towards you before Abi’s voice cut through the air like a knife and he froze.

“Don’t even think about it.” She nearly growled, her eyes darkening as they flicked between the two of you.

“Alright.” His hand swung back, running along the side of his hair before he cleared his throat, “no introductions. Got it.”

Abi let out a frustrated sigh, placing the lid back onto her lunch as she glowered at him, “what do you want DiNozzo?”

He paused for a moment, as if wondering whether his questions were actually worth it or not, rocking on his feet before he finally spoke, “just wondering if you’d heard back from the lab?”

“Did I not say I would call when I did?”

“Uh, yes. Yes you did.”

“Then why are you in my office breathing down my neck about it?” She rolled her eyes, “go annoy someone else!”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded, shooting you another look that was too long for Abi’s liking before he finally left the office.

“Christ.” She muttered, running a hand over her face and you stifled a laugh.

Reading the room, you popped the lid back onto your bowl, sliding it back into the bag as you stood from your chair, “yeah that’s definitely a pain in the ass.”

“You only got the half of it.” She groaned, “lock the door so he doesn’t come back.” You laughed and she finally looked up to find you already on your feet with your bag over your shoulder, “hey… come sit down for a second, you’ve got time.”

“I thought you were busy.” You gestured between the pile of papers and the doorway.

“Baby…” her face softened, a gentle smile on her lips, “you know I’ll always make time for you.”

Returning her smile you quickly locked the door and headed back to your chair and Abi clicked her tongue, your eyes darting up to hers.

“Come sit…” She pushed back from her desk just enough, her legs spreading ever so much and you felt the tingling bursting through your body again, a shy smile on your cheeks as you scurried around her desk.

Abi’s hand closed around your hip, directing you so you were flush to her chest, nestling into her lap so her hand could reach around you to continue signing off on papers. You let out a happy hum, nuzzling into the embrace, getting comfortable on her lap as her free hand wrapped around your middle, holding you to her. Her hand splayed against your stomach through your dress, fingertips rubbing just enough to entice you to let out another sigh, your body relaxing deeper into hers. Her lips suddenly pressed against your neck, lingering for a second before her breath was hot against your skin.

“My sweet girl.” She murmured, “always so patient with me.” Her lips kissed your skin again, “so nice to me, spoiling me by bringing me lunch.”

“Just wanted to make sure you ate.” You murmured back, already lost swimming in the pool of lust that was hazing your brain.

“I’m sure that was all.” Abi nipped at the side of your neck as her hand trailed down your side, “because I don’t feel any panty lines.” Her fingers pinched the fabric of your dress where she should have been able to pluck at the waistband of your underwear, tsk’ing her tongue again.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You turned your head just far enough to catch her gaze, your eyes dark, lips parted just enough for your tongue to dart out to wet them, “I dressed all nice for you.”

“Don’t look at me like that and then feign innocence.” Abi scolded, her hand slinking further south, toying with the hem of your dress before it disappeared underneath. Her nails scratched your inner thigh, pinching the supple skin as she tormented you, avoiding touching where she knew you wanted it the most. Your breath caught in your throat as her other hand slid up your body, daring to cup your chest and your back arched into her touch. She chuckled darkly, her fingertips finally tracing through your folds. “Just like I thought….” She husked, her breath hot on the shell of your ear, “no panties. You really are daddy’s dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm…” You managed a nod, teeth sinking into your lower lip as Abi’s fingers pinched at your nipple, rolling it between them as she watched your breathing pick up.

“Only dirty girls would show up pretending to bring me lunch when really all they wanted was to show off.” Her finger tips dipped into your pussy, slowly trailing through your wetness before her hands wrapped around your thighs. “But you know how much I love your pussy,” her hands shoved your legs wide open and you fell completely back onto her as your dress rode up over your hips. A gasp escaped your lips as the cool air of the office hit your cunt and your body shivered, “and just how much daddy loves a dirty girl.” Her lips pressed against the column of your neck, “love when you put yourself on display, know how much I love playing with this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…” Your chest was nearly heaving as she continued to toy with you, fingers trailing through your pussy lips with barely any pressure. You couldn’t help but let out a needy whine, your hips pressing forward into the touch.

Abi chuckled, “poor girl,” the hand she had on your chest pinched again, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already speechless.” Her teeth sunk into the crook of your neck and you whined, body grinding down onto hers, “words, baby.”

“Please…” you whined again, this one louder than the last.

“Please what?” Abi asked, her finger tapping your clit as it throbbed with need.

“Need you daddy.” You whimpered, your pussy was already pulsing around nothing, you could feel your juices smearing across your inner thighs as heat coursed through your entire body, pleasure clouding your brain. “Need your fingers.”

Abi chuckled softly at just how breathy your voice was, the way you were practically shivering in her arms, the heat she could feel wafting off your skin. She adored when you got like this, completely submitted to her, putty in her hands, willing to do whatever she wanted, wherever she wanted. She knew that in just one of your very rapid heart beats she could have you on your knees between her legs, pleasuring her, getting her off to help relax from her previously stressful day. But that wasn’t what she wanted, she wanted to toy with you, wanted to see the wetness drip down your thighs, wanted to feel the way you clenched down around her, hear the filthy noises coming from your pussy as your teeth sunk into your lip so the entire floor wouldn’t hear your moans.

“Shame I don’t have a strap here,” her fingers began lazily rubbing your clit, “you do always look so gorgeous stuffed with daddy’s cock.”

“Mmmm…” you whined, hips rocking in time with her hand, your back arching into the touch for more pressure, “please daddy…” You could feel tears nearly pricking in the corners of your eyes as your desire built up even higher and higher, your heart racing against your rib cage.

“What?” She taunted, nipping at your earlobe as her fingers pressed harder against your clit, rubbing it more intently, “you wanted my fingers, now you’ve got them.”

To emphasize her point, her free hand began groping at your chest again, yanking the neckline of your dress down to expose your tits, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. She shifted you slightly in her lap, earning another whimper when her fingers briefly slid off your clit. Though the whimper was soon lost to a breathy gasp when she ducked down, her other hand cupping your chest upwards so she could wrap her mouth around a nipple.

“Fuck…” you muttered, body tingling at the way her tongue flicked across your body, her fingers pressing harder between your legs. Abi groaned against your skin, teeth scraping your chest before her tongue began matching the pace of her fingers, “oh god!” Your head fell back onto her shoulder, lips parted just enough to pant as sparks began flying under your skin, your thighs trembling as Abi brought you to your first peak. A smirk on her lips when her hand slipped deeper between your legs to catch the wetness dripping from your cunt.

“Such a good little slut.” She murmured, nuzzling her nose into your neck before she pressed a trail of kisses into it, watching as you panted, eyes fluttering between shut and open. “Now, go ahead and get daddy’s fingers nice and messy for me.”

The hand she had between your legs lifted up to your open mouth, eagerly slipping between your lips and you groaned around her fingers. Your tongue slid around them, tasting yourself, coating every millimetre with spit, sucking them further into your mouth, muffled moans getting louder with each pull. The cloud of your first orgasm was beginning to dissipate and all you could think about was the pulsing of your pussy and how badly you wanted it to be full.

Abi finally pulled her fingers from your mouth, satisfied with your work, “good girl.” Her other hand swiftly wrapped around your waist, lifting you from her lap and bending you over her desk, “now you’re gonna take it like the slut you are, right?”

“Yes!” You gasped, your nipples hardening against the wood, “yes, daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.” Her spit slicked fingers trailed up your inner thighs as she stood from her chair, stepping closer to you and you could feel the heat from her body right on your exposed skin. “My dirty girl.” She cooed, leaning over you to press a kiss between your shoulder blades as her fingers finally sunk into your pussy.

“Fuck…” the low swear came out in a very satisfied groan, your eyes fluttering shut as your cunt pulsed around her digits. Your hips rocked back toward her with each push of her hand until her own body was rocking against you, her hips bumping into your ass each time her fingers disappeared inside you.

“That’s it baby,” she purred, “doing so good for me.” Her hips crashed into yours, sending you jerking into the side of her desk, a small whine leaving your lips and you heard her chuckle again. “You can take it.” She murmured, gently biting at your shoulder before she picked up the pace.

“Oh god!” You bit down onto your knuckles in an attempt to muffle your noises, letting the ones squelching from your pussy fill the office instead. Abi let out a low groan at the sight of her fingers coated in your juices, her hips rocking faster against yours as her fingers swiftly moved in and out.

“Can’t wait to get you home baby.” She grunted, “get you completely naked, underneath me just like this while you squirt all over my thick cock.”

“Mmmm….”

She could feel you squeezing around her already, a sheen of sweat shimmered across your body and your thighs were already starting to shake. Your juices were dripping down her wrist and it was becoming harder and harder to contain any noises as fire raced through your nerves. Her free hand moved around your waist, quickly finding your clit again and she began to rub it at the same pace she was fucking you. The fingers inside you curled, once, twice, and on the third time you gasped, your eyes shooting open when she found the spot.

“Oh fuck! Yes daddy….” Your mouth slammed shut again, whimpers daring to break free, “god. Don’t stop.” Your eyes scrunched shut again as your entire body began to tingle, “fuck, right—there!”

Your pussy pulsed again and again, clenching down harder around Abi’s fingers with each pass of her hand, her fingertips pressing into the sensitive spot harder each time. Her hips jerked into yours again, this time stilling, pinning you to the side of the desk, grinding against you while her hands reduced you to a whining mess. The hand she had wrapped around you spanked your clit, the first one brought a gasp from between your lips, the second had your pussy trembling, and the third brought a burst of juices soaking her other hand as you hit your peak again.

“Fuck!” You grunted, your body shaking against the desk as Abi’s hand slowed, gently fucking you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby.” She leant over you again, pressing soft kisses down the exposed part of your spine, “so fucking hot when you come for me.” Her tongue swiped up your back before she nipped at the crook of your neck, “I just love it when you make a mess of yourself.”

You could only whimper in response, your body going slack, limbs nearly feeling like jello as the post sex haze began to sink into your brain. Abi kept a steady hand on your waist to keep you still while the other reached out for a couple of tissues, gently cleaning you up. She wiped your thighs dry, softly patting your puffy pussy, a small smirk on her cheeks at the noise you let out and the way you shuddered at the contact. Once she was satisfied with her work she dropped back into her chair, tugging you with her to fall into her lap.

“Feel good?” She asked, a tender kiss left on the side of your neck before readjusting the neckline of your dress, hand smoothing the fabric all the way down, making sure you were properly covered and composed.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, finally able to turn your head to kiss her properly.

“Good.” She murmured against your lips, stealing another kiss while her hands trailed patterns up and down your sides. She waited until you had fully caught your breath and the life was coming back into your eyes before she pinched at your side, nudging your hips, “now, you better hurry up and get home.”

“Why?” You asked, nearly pouting as you turned to face her, finding a devilish grin on her lips.

“Don’t you remember? I have plans for you.” She stated, as if she had it penciled into your shared calendar on the fridge. She slid her laptop across her desk, opening it again to turn her attention back to it like she hadn’t just fucked you in the exact same spot.

“Oh?” You dared to raise a brow in question.

“Yes.” She glanced up at you, “I want you ready and waiting. Naked. With that pretty pussy on display for me. And I want it absolutely soaking, am I clear? You go home and play with yourself, come as many times as you want, just remember I’m going to make you come so hard the entire block will know who you belong to.” Her eyes flicked up and down your body and you felt a shiver travel through you, “now don’t make me tell you twice or I won’t just tie you to the bedframe, I’ll punish you too.”

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