The Wall - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+
Summary: Mouch’s wedding takes a turn for the better when you suddenly find yourself pinned up against the wall of Molly’s kitchen by Otis
Word Count: 1730
Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ unprotected sex, dirty talk, semi-public sex, teasing ]
A/N: this is my first otis smut in a while so yk be nice
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Mouch’s wedding had taken a rather strange turn for you, when you suddenly found yourself pressed up against the wall in the cool, steel kitchen of Molly’s bar. You had never expected to leave the main floor at all during the party, with the exception of the bathroom, so it was quite a surprise to see where you had ended up, come time for karaoke.
Your dressed was bunched up around your waist, your breasts spilling over the edge and the tongue of your best friend swirling hot around each of your nipples. He flicked and tugged at those hardened nubs like a damn expert, eliciting sweet whimpers to slip past your lips as you did your best to keep the noise to a minimum, as the last thing you wanted was to be interrupted mere seconds before he was about to ruin you.
In all honesty, you never would have thought about this moment before. For years, Otis had been nothing more than your best friend but now that you were here… with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips and your soaked panties already gone and hanging over the edge of his suit pocket like a damn decorative handkerchief, it would take nothing short of a bomb going off in the next room to get to you to stop.
“Fuck, Brian,” You gasped, feeling his teeth clench even harder around your nipple at the sultry tone in which you said his name. You rocked your hips as best you could in order to relieve a little of the pressure deep in your stomach, feeling his rock hard erection brush over you in a way that had your eyelids fluttering and your body quivering against the tiles behind you. “Fuck… Please…”
“Please what, sweetheart?” Otis murmured, a smug smile forming against your skin as he began to pepper your breasts with light, feathery kisses. He never would have thought you’d be like this… All shameless and desperate. “Tell me what you want from me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” You said without hesitation, a moan slipping from your lips when he ground his hips against you. God… You could already tell that he was about to push you to your limit and you weren’t actually sure you were fully ready to meet it. Until he did it again. His still clothed cock dragged down your clit like the perfect stroke of paint on a canvas, and as a soft moan left your lips you couldn’t help but think… Fuck those limits. You needed him. Now. Like you needed air to breathe you needed him inside you and at that point, you weren’t at all shy about letting him know. “Please…. Please, I can’t take it anymore. Just fuck me already.”
“Well, alright then,” Otis said casually, as if you’d done nothing more than ask him to help you move some furniture, and if you could frown at him… You would have. He then hiked you up higher against the wall, one arm slipping under your ass to keep you in place as he popped open the button of his pants and pushed them down just far enough to free himself. He was already dripping from the tip, just from hearing you beg him to fuck you and given the gentleman he liked to think he was… who would he be if he denied you of it? “Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I could fuck you.”
Giving you no further warning, Otis then bottomed out far quicker than you had prepared yourself for. One smooth, clean motion and he was far deeper inside you than any man had ever managed to reach before. Your eyes fell shut. Your breath caught in your chest and when he drew himself out, with such painstaking slowness, you could feel every inch of him in great detail. And to all your horny delight, there was a surprising number of those inches. He carried on until nothing but the tip of his cock remained inside you, a grin curling at his lips as he lingered there teasingly, pushing in another half-inch before drawing himself back out again.
Out of pure, heated desperation you tightened your legs around him, rocking your hips in hopes of drawing him fully back in before you spontaneously combusted from the ever growing pressure deep inside you. But it didn’t work. He kept teasing you… Milking pained whimpers from your lips and so you gladly fought back at him. Fire with fire, as the saying goes. You slid your fingers through the soft curls of his hair and tugged him closer, biting at his earlobe and running your tongue delicately across the grooves of his ear before whispering softly,
“Is that all you’ve got for me, baby?” Your hand dropped between your legs and you ran your knuckle lightly up the length of his already glistening cock, his hold on you almost faltering entirety as his face fell into the crook of your neck. You chuckled teasingly, sucking at the softness of his earlobe before starting again, “What’s the matter? Is the big strong firefighter scared? Hm? Is that it? Are you afraid to fuck me good and hard incase you come too quickly in my tight little pussy?”
Your dirty words, as shocking as they truly were given your otherwise innocent personality as a paramedic, flipped on a switch Otis didn’t know he had. He knew he wasn’t scared. He’d last plenty long with you around him before he gave in but just hearing you say that… In that sultry, filthy tone lit a fire deep in his chest which caused him to thrust back into you, good and hard, just like you said, having you cry out at the swift and sudden fullness he inflicted on you. His hand shot up the second that sweet sound met his ears, clasping tightly over your mouth as he once again stilled inside you.
“Shh,” Otis whispered, his gaze locking onto yours as he drew himself back out, watching your eyes roll back into your head with a satisfied smirk on his face. He pushed in once again — at an angle oh so right, that a deep groan rattled up his chest at the delicious tightness of you around him. But he managed to swallow it back, as hard as that was, and he kept moving, “You don’t want anyone to hear me fucking this tight little pussy of yours, now do you?”
Despite hearing the deafening sound of Herrmann butchering the greatest hits and shielding the oblivious crowds next door from the goings on in here, you shook your head and Otis’s lips curled into a pleased smile. He loosened his hand and allowed it to fall from your mouth, leaning in to slip his tongue through your lips, kissing you messily… Sloppily. Keeping you quiet, all while he began to thrust mercilessly into you, never once stopping to tease you again now that you’d truly got him started.
Like a wind up car with a broken brake pad, the man was relentless.
The way he took control. That husky tone that rolled off his tongue. The subtle glimmer of darkness in his eyes. All of it, had you clenching around him already, the slick sounds of his cock as it disappeared inside you like music to your ears as it filled the air around you, overthrowing that of the actual music you could still hear outside the door. He then pulled back from your lips when neither of you could breathe, instead resting his forehead against yours and feeling your hot, ragged breath wash over him with every dulcet moan you tried your best to hold back, a few slipping past your lips — just low enough, to keep him satisfied.
“Shit, Brian… You better - fuck,” You threw your head back, your words cutting off at the softness of his fingertips as they attached to your clit, each thrust of his cock pairing nicely with a slow, sensual drag across that desperate, throbbing nub. “You better cover my mouth again, baby, cause I’m about to come.”
It took everything you had just to get the words out of your heaving chest and without a second thought, Otis’s hand left your clit just long enough to grab your panties from his pocket. He stuffed them tightly into your mouth, taking a second to make sure you weren’t choking on them, before he went right back between your legs again. He picked up his pace, if that were even possible. Every rapid, deep thrust of his thick cock hitting you so perfectly that by the time your orgasm hit, it was like you were floating in space.
His name came out muffled as your head lurched forward, your nails digging into his shoulder and your eyes closing as nothing but stars erupted beneath your eyelids. He carried you through it with great pleasure, the nipping feeling of your nails, even through his suit jacket, adding to the build he felt himself and with one last thrust, he fell still deep inside you. His own head tilted forward, your name mixed amongst an unintelligible babble of Russian swear words as he hit, what he could only describe, as the greatest high he’d ever felt in his life.
“Shit, Brian,” You chuckled breathlessly, lifting your head back up as he slowly slid out of you, a soft wince leaving your lips as your legs fell from around him. And thank God he didn’t move otherwise you’d have ended up on the floor. “That was…”
You didn’t even know what to say, you just threw your head back against the wall, taking as many deep breaths as you could get into your lungs.
“It was,” Otis confirmed, a smile rising on both of your faces as you tilted yourself forward to meet him properly. He leaned in slowly, kissing you with such tenderness as he pulled your dress back up over your breasts, not wanting anyone to come in and see you like this. “But where do we go from here?”
You knew he meant relationship wise, and whilst you were fully ready to have that talk, in your delirious state of mind — Otis had literally fucked you senseless — you simply cocked your head and dragged your lip between your teeth,
“My place?”
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