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Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader
Words: 2,127
Summary: In which I needed to write smut where Nick says that line, okay? That's it. I just needed to get it out of my system. Oh and basically Nick has his way with you.
Warnings: Smut, possessiveness, humiliation (I guess?), dominance, slight plot spoilers, if I have missed any let me know! (Also, Nick is a warning, right?)
Things had changed now that Fowler was in charge. Liked things done differently to Marks. You spent a lot more time in the middle of everything, even if you were just sitting in the chair in the corner and taking notes of things you thought might have been important.
Good practice, apparently. Nick’s way of testing your perception, needed to know if you saw things the way he did. Needed to see if you could see the wrongs and agreed with the rights.
You’d catch him sometimes, watching you as you write. Bottom lip dragged into his mouth before you have to pull your eyes away from his, could get lost to them and forget that there were others in the room. Flashing him tiny smiles to let him know you see him looking.
And that you liked it.
But it would never be more than meeting his blue glances, almost grey in the light between you. Couldn’t go any further than following his tongue as it traced the shapes of his mouth before he spoke. No one could know the thoughts that went through your head or the wetness of your panties as you worked with him.
“Y/N?” You hear him call from his office, had seen him pacing earlier after a phone call. You know he misses the field, the thrill of it all. A life at a desk is too slow for him regardless of his visits to the gym.
You take a breath, let it settle in your lungs before letting it out again. Hands busy at the side of your trousers, fingers following the seams as you try and distract yourself from how different he sounded.
The gruffness to his voice, the tinge of something you don’t quite recognise. Like his throat’s dry, tongue too busy at his lips to swallow.
“Yeah?” You offer as you make it inside, offering a small smile. The one that forces his eyes away when you sit in the corner of his meetings.
Doesn’t work this time.
Doesn’t stop looking.
Follows you as you move closer. Waiting. Wanting. Needing him to give you something to do. Liked it when he gave you orders, even if they came with a please at the end.
“Close the door,” Nick says and you mumble an apology with a laugh but his mouth doesn’t move.
When you turn to face him again, hand about to move from the handle he follows with something that takes you by surprise. The words stop you from breathing. Heart loud in your ears, pounding so much that if he said anything else you wouldn’t hear him.
“Lock it.”
Your fingers move faster than anything else and the click pulls you from your thoughts, stops you from getting ahead of yourself. Does nothing for the warmth that builds and the dryness in your mouth. And you’re just stood there, waiting. Hoping the next command that he speaks tells you to catch your breath. Wondering if he can see the line of your throat bob as you swallow at nothing, not sure what to do as he watches.
Needing him to say something.
Anything.
“Come here.”
You follow his voice as if it pulls you to him. Can’t meet his gaze, find your eyes following the ripples of his suit as he puts his hands in his pockets. Can see the bumps of his knuckles through the blue of his trousers, ironed with perfect creases that run down his legs. You see the blur of his titled head as you force yourself to look a little higher, reaching the folds of his lapels.
“Get on your knees.”
That forces you to stop. Didn’t quite expect him to say it. Never heard him growl as he spoke before. You go to open your mouth, not really sure what you’d say. Ask why, maybe, even though you knew exactly where this was going. Had imagined it all too often.
But this was real.
“Did you hear me?” Nick asks, searching for your eyes. Brings his hand to your face, finger cupping at your chin as he forces you to look at him. You manage a weak nod against his touch, struggling to do anything as his thumb strokes your jaw. “Then stop trying to figure a way out of this and do as you’re told.”
You do, body falters a little as you kneel. Glad you’re wearing trousers as you land a little harder than you’d planned on the carpet. Can feel it burn even through the fabric, would scratch your skin raw if you’d opted for a skirt. Left marks for you to be reminded of Nick later.
“Good. Look at me.” He orders, and you force your eyes to meet his. Something in the grey of them. Had seen glimmers of it before, but this wasn’t going. “You want this?”
You try to nod, not quite sure how you might look to him. Thinking he might change his mind now that you’re here.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Y-yes.” You stammer, want to close your eyes tight so you could try and ignore that smirk on his face as your tongue feels too heavy to speak. Swollen. Any words stopping dry at the tip of it. Can’t manage anything but whispers and hoping they’re enough.
“Then I think you know what I want.”
You do. You can see his cock straining against his trousers. Seeing his want in the blue of his crotch instead of his eyes, hands reaching for his belt, ready to work on the buckle before he stops you. Hand tight at your wrist and you’re forced to look at him again, wondering what you did wrong.
“No time.”
When he lets go, thumb lingering a little longer at the dip of your hand, you work on his zip instead. It does nothing to ease the tightness in his crotch, cock still waiting for its release. You don’t slow down, fingers working better than your tongue did.
It bounces out as you untuck it from its constraints, tip already red and wet. Waiting. He lets out a small moan when you wrap your mouth around his cock. Doesn’t fill it, doesn’t stretch your lips so it hurts, but it fits. Moulds into the shape of your tongue as you start to bob on its length. Breathing through your nose when you remember you need air because the noises he lets out distract you from doing just about anything but listening to them.
You can feel the shaking through his cock, his legs getting weak as you work him.
And he can’t be having that. Can’t have a weakness. Certainly not you. And your pretty mouth taking all of him as if you wished there was more of it.
Can’t have you thinking you have him.
He grabs at your hair, pulling strands into his palm even if his eyes are in the back of his head. Mouth wide and dry as he tries to steady his breaths.
Nick forces you faster on his cock, fingers tight at your scalp as he does. And you choke at the speed of it, gag against the thrusts and he almost comes at the sound. Wants to fill your throat with part of him, hear you swallow it down as he holds you in place.
But not yet, he’s enjoying this too much. Wants as much of you as he can have. Wants to take you on the desk, in your chair, against the door.
Wants to hear you moan his name. Beg.
There’s a knock at the door and he stops you, holds you still on his cock.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got the report you asked for, sir, and can’t find Agent Y/L/N. There’s something you should know.” You think it’s Grady, not quite sure with the pounding in your ears and the staggered breaths you manage through your nose.
“Okay, hold on. I’m just finishing something.” Nick says, pulling you back. His length soaked with your spit and when you look at him, he has his lip in his mouth. Cock twitching as if he could come just from the sight of you. Eyes rimmed red and mouth swollen from him. Can still taste him on your tongue, the slight bitterness you wish would never leave as you swallow. “Get under my desk.” He whispers, bending over so his words are warm against your ear before he kisses you. Hard and rushed and you follow the feel of it when he pulls away.
Chase it.
Need that. Want more of them.
You go to stand but he lets out a low chuckle as he tucks a hard cock back into the constraints of his pants. “Crawl.” He says, no real volume to the word but there’s a weight to it. As if he’d do something if you didn’t abide. Punish you if you didn’t listen.
You do as he says, knees feeling almost raw as your trousers rub between the carpet and your skin. Dragging until it hurts.
There’s another growl as he palms his crotch. Watching your ass as you move, as you obey him without question.
Like he knew you would.
Just like he wanted.
You can’t see them when you hear the door open, they joke about something but you’re too busy trying to be quiet. Your breaths seem too loud, and your heart even worse.
Then there are legs in front of you, long and sleek and covered in rippling navy. Hands resting on his thighs, stroking at the seams of his trousers.
“It’s Mace. Someone thinks they might have seen her in the city.”
“Think?” Nick asks.
“Wasn’t much to go by.”
“Well, you make it something by following it up.” There’s an anger to his voice as you watch his fingers curl into a fist. You want to reach out for one, to open it and hold onto it.
That’s not what he wants.
But you touch him anyway, remind him you’re there. That you can help.
Nick edges forward in his chair, probably leaning on the desk and pretending to care about what was in the report so he could get closer to you.
To your mouth.
Just like earlier you work at his zip and buttons, a little slower so it’s not as loud. They’re talking about something but you’re not sure what, only interested in getting your mouth on him again. In helping him forget whatever it was he didn’t want to think about.
“Where is Y/N anyway?”
“She’s, uh…” You lick the length of his cock, or as much as you could, not quite reaching the base as his pants were in the way. “I thought she went home.” Nick manages, as your lips follow the trail your tongue left.
“Didn’t scare her off did you, Fowler?” Grady jokes, voice a little further now as if he’s getting ready to leave. “I like her. She’s nice to look at.”
Nick’s fingers are in your hair again, tight, but follows the slow bobs of your head. Doesn’t force a rhythm, just enjoying the one you’ve set.
“Don’t try anything with her,” Nick says, voice full of warning. Similar to the growls you’d heard earlier, wishing you could see the look in his eyes as he claims you as much as he can with his words.
“I know, I know. Off-limits.” It’s quiet suddenly and you’re not sure whether to stop but he carries on talking once you hear the door open. “She’s all yours.”
Then it’s just the two of you again and Nick lets out the moans he’d been trying to swallow as you work his length. Hands palming at his balls through his trousers.
“Are you?” He asks, barely breaths, fingers tightening at your scalp as he helps you move now.
You mumble against his cock, feeling a slight twitch at the vein on the side. Tongue follows the line as he pulls you off of him and sits back so he could see you.
“Are you all mine?” Nick asks, chewing at his lips. Red even though your kiss will have faded by now, the taste of you gone.
You take all of him again before you answer and he almost whimpers, so close to coming undone at just the wetness around him. The way you hum and his balls tighten at the feeling, have him on the very edge of climax when you let go of him, breath warm against the tip of his cock when you speak.
“All yours, sir.” You say and it only takes those three words to have him finish in your mouth.
And even though he didn’t say it you knew he was all yours, too.
