HR violations pt 1
pairing: flambae x m!reader
contains: semi-public sex (empty locker room), handjob (flambae receiving, clothed), ass teasing, ass eating (reader thinks about it, not explicit), flambae has a guiche piercing, rough makeout session, nipple play (flambae receiving), degradation (both receiving), reader has a cock ring (i realized too late that the action would make reader cum in his gym shorts and i didn't feel like adding that in), they call each other pervs, come eating (reader), reader mentally compares himself to a dog but no petplay.
leads to: top!m!reader/bottom!flambae in pt 2
reader notes: reader is described as wearing shorts and being bare chested, but no further descriptions. in pt 2, reader reads as either a cis man or a trans man/masc with full phalloplasty. accidentally made reader a bit of a pathetic and subby top with a southern drawl, my bad. also dw, i've still got dom!top!trans!m!reader coming soon. he will be getting that strap, i prommy.
wc: 1.9k
ao3: link
It wasn't a secret, really. You weren't exactly trying to hide it, your staring at Flambae's abs and chest and chest hair and… Bulge. Well, it was probably a codpiece or something, there's no way it was that big. A man couldn't have a fat ass, hot body, and a fat dick, that just wasn't fair. But, you still stared shamelessly as he passed you by.
And it wasn't like he wasn't doing the same thing to you. You'd felt warm hands graze your waist more than once throughout the day. You'd felt an intense gaze on your ass more than once throughout the day. He wasn't exactly subtle himself, he obviously knew this game. More than once, he'd caught your eye and flicked his head to a janitor's closet or the men's bathroom.
Just, horribly unfortunate that you'd be running to and from everywhere all morning.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked as he leaned against the entryway, his arms folded across his chest. "You've been ogling me all morning."
Stretched out on the locker room bench, taking a break from your workout, you lifted your head up to acknowledge him. Sweat clung to your workout shorts, your bare chest gleaming under the fluorescent overheard lights. Heaviness settled in the air, almost suffocating, and it certainly wasn't from your workout.
It really did feel like the start of some shitty porno. Thank fuck the two of you were alone.
"Nah, just kinda…" You raked your eyes up and down his torso, taking your time before settling back on his face. "Curious, I guess."
He shoved himself off the doorframe, walking over to you. You expected sass, a lecture, something as he closed the distance.
Nothing prepared you for him straddling you. His thighs thick, his body toned. You bit back a groan as he ass grazed your clothed cock before settling on your waist. Your arms instinctively went up, your eyes wide as he closed the distance between your chests. Hot breath fell on your lips. Clench your fists, clench your firsts, you told yourself, forcing them shut to keep yourself from exploring.
"No, no, no, no no," he growled as his gaze flicked upwards. "You don't get to close your hands now. You've been eating me all day, I deserve something out of it."
Damn. Damn. You really didn't expect it to make it this far. Heat spread over your cheeks, and you couldn't tell if it was from him or your own embarrassment. His face hovered above yours, his lips inches from yours, his gaze burning as he turned his attention back to you. You couldn't help but turn away, taking sudden interest in the lockers behind you.
"Now, where has your boldness gone?" He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. "Don't tell me you're backing out now."
"… I didn't think I'd get this far."
Flambae rolled his eyes, sitting back up. You didn't miss how hard he sat on your waist "You're joking. You're- No, no, you really can't be this pathetic and stupid. Do you need me to hold your hand and show you? Do I need to walk you through it?"
Staring at his bulge and thighs, you briefly wanted to say yes. You thought about his hand guiding you to his ass, showing you how he liked to be fucked, how he liked to be jacked off. Warm, strong hands to guide you. Maybe your hand on his hips as he fucked himself on your dick, another hand jacking him off. If he was loud, he probably needed a hand over his mouth. Or, you could just give him your shorts and make him smell your post-workout sweat.
Baby steps. Focus. Don't fuck this up. You snapped back to reality, willing your fantasies away.
"So," you started, thinking about where you wanted to start, "I take it this is your favorite position?"
He sneered and rolled his eyes. "No. I do not ride, I-"
You'd settled on where to start, shamelessly grabbing his waist with both of your hands. He gasped, stammering something out before letting it die on his tongue. A smirk grew on your lips, your right hand slowly trailing off towards his stomach.
"You sure about that?" you teased, slipping your fingers underneath his suit. "I like that noise, you should make it again."
"T-there was no noise!" he snapped back. "You're hearing things."
His breath hitched as you trailed your thumb up and down his side. Slow, teasing. A sensitive spot, his breathing growing ragged as he swallowed down a moan. Now, how could you get that noise to come out? Wandering, curious, you slipped your hand around his back, going lower under his suit. He shifted, leaning back down to press his chest against yours again. Thoughtfully, he rested his head next to yours, giving you a few of his arched ass and your hand underneath his suit.
Tight briefs. A jockstrap would have been better, but you couldn't complain with the view you were getting. Your fingers slipped underneath the band, hand grabbing his ass. Moaning, you kneaded the generous fat, bulges forming between your fingers. Thoughts of your tongue deep in his ass creeped in, hand tugging at his cock, precum covering your hand. Or maybe he'd ride your face, fucking his own cock with your hands massaging his ass.
Dying face first in his cheeks in the work locker room was an honorable enough death, you figured.
Your fingers slipped close to his hole, grazing it just barely. His body tensed, a quiet groan right in your ear. Cold metal brushed against your fingertips as they traveled down, exploring his taint.
A choked fuck hit your ear. Another smile creeped over your lips.
"Damn, treatin' me like I'm a perv when you got this," you cooed, teasing the piercing. You didn't think it was possible for him to tense more. "Get this suit off and I'll make a mess outta ya."
He didn't respond, too focused on not moaning directly in your ear. Your fingers curled back up, circling his hole. A twitch and a groan. Finally. You smiled, turning your head towards him.
"Now, ain't that easy? You should-"
"Shut. Up." He snapped.
Hot lips crashed against yours, aggressive and dominating. Your nails dug into his ass, a moan ripping through his chest and straight into your mouth. Canines, pointed and sharp, clamped onto your bottom lip. Hissing, you pulled away, a metallic taste on your tongue.
Prick.
Your left hand flew up to his chest, slipping under his suit. The fantasies playing in your head were right, his nipples were just outside of that deep V of his. Shifting the fabric back, you craned your head to meet his chest, your teeth clamping on the sensitive bud. A cry rang out, followed by a moan as you wrapped your lips around him, tongue circling around the head.
He wanted to play rough, you could do it too. Your hand on his ass shifted to the front, slipping underneath the cut. Fucking shit, everything was sticky and wet, his cock already throbbing in your hand as you wrapped your hand around it. His powers may have been fire, but he leaked like a damn hydrant.
"You that wet just from petting?" you asked, lapping a line up his nipple. "Fuck, you're spoilin' me. I shoulda dipped the first time ya offered."
"Shut the fuck up and jack me off," he snapped back, sitting back up on your lap. "Or suck me off, whatever. Just, keep your mouth busy, you're going to get us caught."
Like a dog, you followed his orders, sitting up and shifting him on top of your clothed dick. Your hand wrapped back around his dick, wet and sticky from his precum. Or did he already cum while he was making out? Lips found his red and swollen nipple again, the perfect thing to you keep you quiet. Really, you didn't have to do much with his dick, with how he needily ground on your dick and thrusted in your hand.
For someone who didn't ride, he certainly knew how to.
Your left hand slipped down into the back of his suit, grabbing at his ass and kneading. Two free fingers slipped back to his hole, circling it. A quick dip in to test him, a hiss escaping through his lips as he ground back onto your finger. He must not have bottomed much, with your tight it was. You slipped the finger back out, attention going back to his piercing. Running your fingers up and down his taint, you listened to the frustrated growl escape his mouth.
It was a bit cute that he thought that you were going to get the two of you caught. What, with his open mouthed moaning and swearing echoing through the locker room. More throbbing in your hand, sticky pre-cum dripping down your wrist. Damn, this close? You matched his pace, jerking him off as he ground down on your cock. Louder and louder, more and more. Moaning, you bit his nipple again, before releasing it with a harsh suck.
Ropes of cum pumped into your hand, holding the head of his dick as he moaned out. A long, guttural, fuck with some swearing in another language thrown in. You groaned alongside him, digging your hand into his ass as he slowed his pace.
Taking your hand out his suit, you looked down at the cum pooled in your hand. Glancing up at him, you found him looking down at you, expectantly. Obediently, you stuck your tongue out and lapped up the cum, sticking your fingers your mouth as you swallowed. You gagged yourself on your own fingers, deepthroating yourself before removing them completely.
"My ass not good enough to make you cum?" he asked, collecting himself, his hand jerking your head back to look up at him.
Trying to take control of the situation again. But you could see that heavy lidded, lust filled gaze. He was on the verge of something, something that would get the both of you fired immediately. His mouth open as he shoulders rose with each breath he heaved. Sweat stuck to his forehead, hair strands sticking to the back of his neck.
There was no doubt in your mind that this man would be the death of your career at SDN.
"Cock ring," you explained, a drunken smile on your lips. "I saw you this morning and knew I was in trouble. Couldn't be bricked up at the desk all day now, could I?"
He shoved you back on the locker room bench, climbing off you. "Fuckin' perv."
You laughed. "Rich coming from a guy with a fucking taint piercing. At least I'll be more than ready tonight. You know the spots?"
"Who do you think made them?" he asked, stumbling as he walked back to the doorway. "When do you get off?"
Sitting back up on the bench, you watched with your eyebrows raised. "I can get off at any time you want," you responded. "But I usually stay after work a bit, after everyone leaves. The showers are nice here, and someone's always got lube."
A middle finger flew up in your direction as Flambae walked out the door. "Fuck you. See you in the showers."
