━ January
Part one of Monthly Mark Hoffman: A NSFW Cycle
summary: january - mark hoffman picks you up from work, and the two of you fool around in his cop car.
pairing: mark hoffman x f!reader
word count: 1.4k
rating: explicit, 18+
cw: piv sex, car sex, creampie, slight bdsm (dominant!hoffman), fingering
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The air was frigid with the cold of midwinter, yet his skin was hot to the touch - slick with sweat, gleaming from his exertions, surprisingly soft beneath your reverent, roaming palms.
January: a rough time in the city, in your line of work and apparently in his, too. You could tell because he always fucks you that little bit harder when he's had a bad day at the station, taking out all of his frustrations with dominant gusto on your more-than-willing body.
That night, an uneventful evening in mid-January, was no exception. He couldn't wait to touch you. Neither of you could hold off long enough to get to his place or yours or even a fucking motel - as soon as he picked you up from the office and you slipped into the sanctuary of his work car, your coat was being peeled from your shoulders, and his thick lips were planting wet kisses down the column of your throat towards the soft mounds of your breasts.
As he kissed at your skin, Hoffman’s hands dipped beneath your clothing, cupping you between your legs before you could even greet him hello. Mind swimming with immediate desire, your own hands found their way to the thick girth of his erection, already as hard as rock and straining indomitable through his pants.
As you felt him you thought, how long had he been waiting there for you alone in his car, anticipating, imagining? Cock hard and untouched, yearning? You pictured his large fingers gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, as he waited for you to materialise from the snow. His jaw clenching, mind stuck and reverberating on the image of the last time he saw you naked, legs spread and dripping.
Because he wanted you, so badly.
The thought sent liquid desire sluicing through you, a warm and desperate ache to be penetrated throbbing beneath Mark’s hands, that circled and played and teased at your slit, but had yet to enter you.
A glorious and exquisite torture.
Snow was still falling thickly outside, landing on the glass of the car windows in heavy silent plumes, obscuring your obscenity from the outside world. A private little bubble for secluded, filthy acts. It was just the two of you and nothing else, no one else.
Exactly how you liked it.
Mark could sense your frustration and desperation to just be had, your impatience brewing. As he rubbed circles into your clit, you bucked your hips and groaned pathetically to be fucked by him. It was such an all encompassing desperation, that it completely overtook your senses, until you yourself were nothing but a hole to be filled and stretched and used.
"Please," you begged. "Please fuck me Hoffman. Please."
He took pity on you, slipped a large finger inside, and the relief was an instant bliss. He moved fast, stretching you out, the sounds of your wetness and your whines blending into a slick, erotic harmony. Then two fingers were inside of you, his lips at your jaw, his deep groans vibrating across your skin.
The detective fucked you with his hands for a while, and you relished in him as he dipped in and out, continuing to play with your clitoris whilst penetrating you. He began to whisper sinful little sentences in your ear, commenting on how wet you were, how fucking beautiful you looked beneath his hands, what a perfect woman you were, to lie back and take him so obediently, so well.
It wasn't long after he whispered those words that he was finally fucking you, his cock in to the hilt, neither of you able to wait for it any longer.
You were completely splayed and open in the backseat of his cop car, your legs hitched and wide, your skirt bunched up and around your waist. Taking him like you were made for it.
Mark's heavy weight was pressed into you from above, brazen and unapologetic, his hips pounding his cock in and out of you in a rough and decadent rhythm, his tongue lapping at your jaw, neck, collarbone. The way he fucked you with his thick wide hardness and hulking broad body, was in that moment, everything - he was coaxing perfect little moans and whines from your mouth, sounds that he treasured hearing, mewls and whines that only encouraged his unyielding rhythm.
You clawed and pulled at his clothes as you both writhed obscenely together in the small space. You were craving his skin, and so you tugged his clothes from him: his jacket, tie and shirt, all gone. Then you could touch him, his hot flesh, sweaty and soft skin, and you ran your fingers down his chest, through his chest hair and over the roundness of his belly.
His hands were at your face then, cradling your head, a palm on either cheek. An uncharacteristic and soft kiss placed on your lips, his warm breath at your chest and then - he shifted, pulling you on top of him. The change in angle slid him deeper inside, which caused both of you to gasp in erotic respite.
He then ripped at your shirt, and the material tore apart, your tits exposed to the cold air and his hot mouth. He removed your bra, buried his handsome face between your breasts. His mouth latched at your nipples, his tongue flicking and tasting, his lips sucking the soft flesh between his teeth.
You moved expertly on top of him, rocking your hips with enthusiasm, gazing down at him as he grasped your waist - he appeared even bigger there beneath you, his large frame squeezed into the confines of his car. His eyes were wide with worship, his lips slightly parted, his chest gently heaving from the physical effort of your sex. His hair was tousled, his gaze dark and rich with lust.
He bit his bottom lip slowly as his eyes glazed across you, drinking in your beauty and reverie. Your body like some kind of fucking drug he couldn't get enough of, couldn't possibly look away from. He began to thrust up into you, unable to help himself - he couldn't prevent his pelvis from bucking up, to sate and gratify you.
It was fucking electric, working your bodies together in the now hot and wet car, the smell of sex hanging in the air, condensation dripping from the windows.
You were rutting and bouncing and grinding, again and again, in endless serenity, until he fucked an orgasm out of you so earth shattering that your muscles almost seized up in erotic fervour - his hardness and heat so all encompassing and perfect that you ultimately released any and all rigidity from your physical form, becoming limp and soft from the pure pleasure of it all.
He chuckled as he felt your release, and then pulled you closer into him. He kissed your temple and inhaled the scent of your sweaty tangled hair, muttering his gorgeous praise into your ear. His tone was gravelly, the smell of his sweat and heat so musky sweet you could have devoured him whole.
You kissed and licked his chest as he began to thrust his hips up again, fucking you messily and instinctively, with one purpose: to cum hard and deep inside of you. His eyes closed and his head leant back, his thick throat exposed as you let him fuck you, as you fucked him back, desperate to have him finish, to fill you with his cum.
And then he was on the edge, his thrusts faster and deeper until it happened - and he was roaring from the intensity of his climax, puffing hot air on your neck, his arms holding you close to him, so large they were like a blanket. Your breasts were pushed up against his sticky soft chest, your bellies touching, his kiss at your forehead. It was so easy for him to hold you against his large frame, and you felt so natural there, so right. You breathed together, lay together in the small space, holding the moment and the heat between you.
And then he kissed you, gentle and with a soft adoration that you were only just able to notice - and you smirked a sloppy kiss back into his rich lips. Both of you were puffing, sated and spent, eyes locked on each other.
The snow had subtly piled up outside, obscuring the windows fully, hiding your naked bodies from the world beyond the confines of the car: just the two of you, and the raw January heat.
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