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Pairing: Larry Lamb x Fem!Reader
Word count: 3.7k
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Summary: Larry Lamb is working late due to a mental block, and you want to help but have a fascination with his leather gloves.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: It's tough writing for a character whose film hasn't even come out yet, but we move swiftly on. Go easy on me, this was written within the space of five hours. Did not beta-read or check for terrible writing. When the film comes out, and I find out his name is something else, or he's completely different, don't @ me, I will be leaving this as it is written
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tags/Warnings: leather, fingering, mean Larry, teasing, oral sex (male!receiving), no beta
It's already dark outside when Larry returns to his office after stepping outside for a breather. The lingering smoke and smell of ink hit him with a reminder to get back to it, though, between recruiting the new hires for the paper and working on said tabloid, his creativity is met with a roadblock.
As Larry opens the door, he doesn't spot you immediately, not until he's already inside, hand on the handle still. He blinks at the way you're sitting on his desk with a cigarette in hand, crossed-legged and reading some of the scattered papers as if you belong there. You look up to him as he closes the door, a smirk playing on your lips at the way he rushes to do so.
"Shouldn't be in here, love. People will catch on soon." He mentions it calmly as he walks over, expecting you to move. But you don't, you remain firmly planted to the wood.
"Everyone else has gone home, Larry. The blinds are down anyway." You state it so matter-of-factly as you set the papers down, and his gloved hand slowly grips your wrist so that he can steal a drag from your cigarette. The closeness makes your smirk waver, your attention fully gripped by the way the leather feels against your skin. So much so that your eyes relax at the sight of his strong hand around you.
Larry notices the way you watch his hand as he exhales to the side with a faint hum, like he's weighing you up. It must have been weeks since you were last alone in a room together, though usually it was at either of your homes. Sometimes an alley would make do if you weren't patient enough for that. Stolen fragments together, but never quite a whole picture. It had been this way since Murdoch had hired Larry and you'd been bent over the photocopier on purpose to grab his attention. Clearly, it worked in your favour well enough.
"Did you get distracted, or are you in here for something?" A grin pulls at the corner of his mouth as he brushes a thumb over your wrist. His eyes narrow with a knowing look when the movement makes you swallow thickly. The the feeling of leather tightens on your wrist ever so slightly, but it's enough to make your breath softly hitch.
"You've been overworked, we both have. Thought you could use a distraction to help clear your head." Your eyes find Larry's as his lips part, and he considers it. He knows that you aren't wrong; everyone had already left to either go to the pub or home, while he stuck the overtime out. For all the good it did, too aware that he can't work while he can't think properly. By the way you had been looking over his work, you must have known that too.
His tongue subtly slides over his teeth with thought, and his hand still doesn't leave you. Instead, his gloved hands trace over the inside of your forearm in a way so delicate it pulls a light shiver from you. "What distraction did you have in mind, hm? Seem to like how these feel" His other hand moves to one of your thighs, pushing them apart for him to slot himself in between. Larry raises a playful brow to you as your legs uncross by themselves, knowing that he's right.
The motion makes your thoughts falter, and Larry's hand moves to trace over the buttons of your blouse with more purpose. You swallow, wanting to feel more of the soft leather and unsure how to form the words for it. His fingers snake under the collar like he owns you, and the cold sensation against your clavicle has your nipples harden.
You don't realise your eyes have already closed until his fingers are lightly gripping your throat. The pressure has you sharply inhale, and your eyes snap open in time for Larry to whisper against the shell of your ear. "Shy bairns get nowt." You nod as much as the soft restriction allows, and the feeling of his other glove pushing up the fabric of your skirt to snake underneath spurs you on.
"Yes… It feels nice…" His thumb moves across your throat and it has your lips part, though you manage to muffle the noise that threatens to come out.
Larry nibbles at your ear before whispering roughly against it. "Nice? Seems like it's more than just 'Nice'."
A pleasant shudder runs through you at his gruff tone, but you manage a playful shrug. "You'd have to do more for me to know." You try to chuckle, though the feeling of his hand cuts it short with a strained sound from you, and you feel the way his cock begins to twitch to life against your thigh.
"Is that right?" Larry crushes his lips against yours, hungry and slow, giving you no option but to reciprocate the kiss. He pulls back just enough so that his words ghost over you. "Tell me, then." You can feel his grin against the corner of your mouth, hear it in his words as he pushes you to speak up. Larry's fingers continue to skim the inside of your thigh so slowly that it sends a wave of heat through you. It radiates from the cool fabric, and a rush of warmth fills your belly when his fingertips trace over the lace of your panties through your sheer tights.
Your fingers fidget on the edge of the desk, but you take a moment to focus against the warmth in your face to speak up. "Want to feel them. I-Inside, I mean." The words he draws out of you have your cheeks heat up more, but Larry snickers with a dark edge to it.
"There's a good girl." His hands leave you altogether, and you whine at the loss after just confessing what you want. It's only brief as Larry forces you down from the desk, turning you away from him and bending you over so that your chest is resting on the dark wood. His hands slide your skirt up to rest on your hips, yanking the sheer tights down along with your underwear to expose you completely. You can feel how wet you are already from the small gasp Larry makes at the sight of the material clinging to your folds.
"Dirty thing, didn't think you'd be so wet over some leather." His gloved hands rest at the point where the fat of your ass meets your thighs. He palms you roughly before parting your cheeks ever so slightly, enough that you can hear your slick with his movements. You cross your arms on the desk to bury your face in, but when Larry notices, the next thing you know is a sharp crack of an open palm against your ass.
The feeling has you lunge forward, and his voice is low. "You let yourself in here, don't hide from me now, darling." Another crack of leather on your skin draws a sharp moan from you and you force your back to arch enough so that your face isn't hidden.
Moments pass and the only sound in the office is your staggered breathing and his hand smoothing over the mark he's left on your skin. "You going to beg for it, then?" Larry can't look away from how that makes you visibly clench around nothing, feeling all the more smug for it.
Your plea is as weak as it is needy. "Please."
He only tuts cruelly in response to you. "That's pathetic. I know you can do better than that." You feel the way two gloved fingers trace up either side of your lips, massaging circles into the skin and slowly moving back down to brush around your clit, but never quite touching it. You groan at how it makes you pulse with need. You try to push back against him so that he touches you properly, but it only makes his fingers pull back up. "Beg properly." He sneers quietly, waiting for you to do it and prepared to make you leave if you don't.
You whine under your breath with the teasing, and how his other hand grips your hip to stop you from moving. You bite your lower lip with frustration, and the built-up need for his fingers overrides any sheepishness. It comes out needier than you want it to, but the feeling of his fingers so close to where you need them to be is maddening. "Larry, please. I want to know how it feels to come on them. Don't want you to be gentle, need you to shove them in already."
"There's my filthy girl." His grin is wide as he talks down to you. Without warning, Larry pushes a leather-clad finger into your entrance until it's in all the way, and you groan at the full feeling. He doesn't move at first, laughing softly at the way you try to squirm underneath him for more. When you whine over it, he adds a second, this time dipping it in more gradually so you can feel the stretch. The sight has his cock straining against his trousers and he pushes against the back of your thigh. "What's wrong, pet? They're in, aren't they?"
Your walls clench around him as his mock naivety has your eyes threatening to water with need. "Not enough… please move-" You try to wriggle, but his strong grip on you stops any of it, and you can only keen impatiently until he finally starts to pump them in and out of your cunt with a harsh rhythm against your tight walls. Your eyes threaten to roll back at the way the cool leather drags inside you, making his fingers feel thicker than normal. It's a foreign feeling, but you lean fully into it, loving the pull of him. The unfiltered moans drip out of you almost as much as your slick soaks down Larry's fingers, and he keeps slowly grinding up against your leg with every thrust and calculated curl his fingers make.
Your thighs begin to shake and you manage to raise your voice enough for him to hear. "Feels like I could come like this, need them on my clit too." You can hear a low groan from Larry at your words, and he presses closer against you while sneaking his other hand around your waist to start to circle your clit with maddening strokes. There's nothing gentle about it, just raw and needing, it's exactly what you've craved.
Your head feels dizzy as you push off from the desk, turning your head to try and kiss him. He gets the message quick enough and captures your mouth with his, letting small, muffled sounds start to leave him. Your own noises start to get louder and more drawn-out as the coiled heat inside you pulls impossibly tight. Your noises turn desperate when the little circles from his skilled fingers make, and every thrust hits the right spot each time, making your vision spark white until you break the kiss to pant out. "Baby- Gonna come-"
Larry groans against your neck as he nibbles the skin, his breathing turns ragged as his brows pinch. "Yeah? Go on, darling… All over my fingers- Come on." That's all it takes for that coil to snap. Your slick walls clamp rhythmically around the leather, and you press your mouth to his again to muffle the way you cry out against him. His fingers slow down but don't stop, helping you ride out your climax. The delicious taboo of the leather has you writhe under him, and you grind against the way his heavy cock twitches with need.
Larry pulls away from the kiss and you lightly gasp at the way his fingers slip out of you. Your eyelids are heavy as you watch him bring his hand up to trail his tongue across a finger, groaning at the taste of you. He watches the way your lips part at the sight, grinning as he grips your face with his hand.
"Needy thing, got my gloves all dirty." The two fingers that he had inside you brush over your lower lip and the realisation makes you gasp against them. "Suck. I want them cleaned up." Larry pushes his fingers in, slowly thrusting them in and out as you suck down on your own slick. You would cringe at the way it tastes, but his words and the way he stares at you with awe make you want to obey him.
Especially at the way the way you do as he says pulls a choke from him. "Shit… Such a good girl for me." His brows are pulled up as he watches you make a show of it, moaning gently around them and bobbing your head for more.
An exhale punches out his chest as his pulse quickens, and he retracts his fingers altogether. "Get on your fucking knees." His words are breathy and as desperate as you sounded.
You don't question him as you pull up your underwear and tights before sinking to the floor. Larry removes his gloves to set them aside before he undoes his belt, and you wet your lips as you watch up at him. He doesn't have to tell you to do anything when he undoes his button and zipper; his cock is barely out before you're already moving to kiss it at the base.
"Eager thing…" A soft laugh escapes him, though it turns into a light groan as you pull his trousers and underwear halfway down his thighs to get to more of him. The way your tongue traces over every pulsing vein that it can find has him struggling to keep his panting to a minimum. Every kiss and kitten lick down to his heavy balls has you hum in approval at the thick scent of him, until you lightly suck one into your mouth. You sweep your tongue along him, and you can hear the scrunch of leather as his fist tightens on the desk, before you make your way back up to his head. It's swollen and twitches against your lips as you make to suckle it, earning a low noise from his chest. His hips buck against your mouth and you finally take him fully into your mouth.
"There you go, been thinking of your mouth, angel." It's not a complete lie, not that either of you care anyway. He'd only really considered it when he saw you sitting on his desk.
His head tips back in pleasure as you start to work him over, using your hand to pump the parts of his cock that your mouth doesn't take in. You try to make the noises as obscene and as filthy as you can to spur him on until it's so loud that it makes his blood rush in his ears. His hand finds the back of your head, the grip tightening on it to selfishly encourage you for more. "Made to suck my cock, weren't you?"
All you can do is agree with a keen 'Mm-hmm' with your mouth full as you drip through your skirt. You feel yourself smiling up at him around his cock at how his face twists in pleasure. "Fuck… just like that, love… That's it-"
The sound of a door from behind you has you both flinch, and neither of you move while you wait for something more.
"Larry? Still in here?" You both flinch at the sound of Murdoch's voice from the other room, and you scramble to hide under Larry's desk as he rushes to sit in his chair, not stopping to pull up his trousers. He slides his legs under with you nestled between his thighs, you're both grateful that there's a back to the piece of furniture.
You can hear the turn of the office door handle and a shuffling of papers above you before Murdoch speaks up. It isn't obvious to you if he's surprised or impressed by sound alone. "Eyup, Larry. What the hell are you still doing in here?"
Larry is taking a long sip from a glass of something that was already there, likely the whiskey that he keeps on hand. He refuses to so much as glance down as you peer up, and you note that he appears a little flushed as he clears his throat. Though he speaks as coolly as he can manage, surprisingly well at that. "Evening.. Murdoch. Uh, working on the new layout… "
There's a beat of nothing in the room before Murdoch speaks up in his usual, unimpressed tone. "Thought you'd be long-gone, but it's good to see you putting in the hours. You feeling well?" There's a laugh of sarcasm attached to the end of it, and Larry joins in as best as he can.
"Bit-tired is all… Think I'm… pretty close though." A vein in his throat visibly spasms at that; the double entendre isn't lost on you. Certainly not when his leaking cock jumps desperately between his thighs. Larry tries his hardest to keep his voice even, but something in you takes it as a challenge. You lick your lips and feel compelled to take his cock into your mouth again, relaxing your throat as you take in every inch of his cock that you can fit inside.
"Fuck!" Immediately, you feel him twitch against you and see his stomach tighten. You can already taste the pre-come dripping onto your tongue.
The silence is deafening until Larry brings a thumb to his mouth, obviously having ripped off his gloves before Murdoch walked in. "-Papercut." He shakes his hand as he feigns the injury, making a fist and lightly thumping the top of the desk as his thighs tremble against you.
The sound of Murdoch making a 'pft' noise to brush him off is audible, and you can hear him grab something in the room. "Well, why don't I take a look over it?"
"No need-" Larry puts a hand out to shoo him away before taking another sip of his drink. "Go. Enjoy your evening, sir. It'll be right here in the morning. Bright and early." You marvel at the way he keeps himself composed, even if it's through short and punchy sentences. You push your luck by sucking down and moving back up to flick your tongue under his head. He coughs above you to cover a groan, patting his chest to try and sell not feeling well. "-I insist."
Murdoch's footsteps pause in the office, then he sighs and you can imagine the way his hands are on his hips. "…If you're sick, Larry, you shouldn't be in here. Looks like you're about to break out into a fever, and I don't fancy catching it." There's a rustle of papers near Murdoch, likely collecting whatever he came back to the office for. You catch Larry nodding to him, and you idly palm his balls.
"I'll… see how- I go." Larry's words are finally starting to falter, and luckily for both of you, it sounds like he actually might be coming down with something. It's a good enough performance for Murdoch to say his goodbye and head back out of the office.
When you both hear the front door close, Larry rips you away from his cock, dragging you out from under the desk and onto your feet. "Fucking slut. Can't stop sucking cock for a few minutes, you trying to get us both fired?" His eyes are furious, but his cock doesn't stop twitching, even as he holds your arms to glare at you.
Despite how angry he sounds, you grin back in his face. Your tone is purposely slow, teasing him and showing him you don't care in this moment if you were fired. "Trying to get you to come down my throat, Lammy." Your answer has his expression melt away into an awe over his features, and he shakes his head as he lets go.
His breathing stutters and he doesn't say anything as he relaxes back in his chair, taking his throbbing cock into his hand to slowly pump himself as he nods to the floor. You follow suit, and he holds himself for you to wrap your lips around, only letting go when you push his hand away to pump him yourself. His breathing soon slips back into soft moans, eyes leaving you every so often to check the door.
"You're too good at this, fuck… Thought I'd.. finish with you- under the desk.." His breathing becomes uneven as his hips lift automatically to match the way your mouth takes him in. Soon, he's no longer checking for movement elsewhere, completely engrossed in the way you stare up at him while you bob your head and suck him down. "Shit… I- Oh god- gonna come-" His teeth are gritted as he swallows, leaning an elbow on his chair as he covers his mouth while his thighs are trembling again.
You inhale sharply when you realise he's going to hit his peak, excited to watch him unravel again. It's the only time his face ever softens. "-Fuck. I'm coming." His breath catches in his throat, and his eyes squeeze shut as he rolls his hips up into your face, and you both still as his release floods your mouth. You reflexively swallow it, but don't let go of him. Not until his eyes are open and he's watching you with a pleading look, mouth hanging open to heavily pant against his palm. "S-Stop.." It's barely a whine, but it's there all the same. From the way he doesn't try to stop you, a part of you wonders how he would fare if you kept going. Either way, you slowly draw back from his cock, licking the underside of him to catch any of his spend before you lightly kiss it. He groans at the sight of it, and his cock gives a final twitch before it starts to soften.
You both stay there for a moment, sated and listening to his breathing slowly return to normal as he clears his throat. He lets out a genuine laugh as his hand combs through his hair. "I think that might have genuinely helped clear my head."
You reciprocate the amused noise as you stand up, confident, like you didn't just dance over the line that could have gotten you caught. "I'll get some drinks sorted, might need one if you're going to try and finish that for the morning."
