Burning Fire - Oneshot
(crime boss! Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)
Synopsis: For a crime lord, Phosphorus works far more than you’d expect. So, you find a way to entertain yourself while he works…only you get way more than you bargained for. (smut, no plot)
CW: cockwarming, slapping (ass and face), domination, overstimulation, heat kink, burning
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It had been your idea. You hated not being able to get close to him while he was working. For a crime lord, Phosphorus worked far too much for your liking, and you wanted him all the time. Now that you had been sitting idly in his lap for twenty minutes, you were starting to get even more impatient.
Your whole body was warm. The feeling of his full length inside you, unmoving, was getting to be almost unbearable. The fact that neither of his hands were touching you made it worse. Behind you, he was on a phone call, arguing over his drug business. It wasn’t something you fully understood, and in this moment, you had no desire to learn. All you wanted was his full attention.
The other person on the call must have said something wrong because Phosphorus suddenly started shouting. You felt him heat up inside you as his anger grew. He animatedly threatened to kill the person if they didn’t get his shit to him fast, slamming his free hand down on the desk beside you. The slight movements after being still for so long sent jolts of electricity through your body. You groaned and bounced slightly, desperate for more. Phosphorus hung up and leaned into your neck, placing his hands on your hips.
“You said you could sit still and be patient,” he murmured in your ear.
“But it’s been so long,” you whined. Phosphorus chuckled, his hot breath on your neck sending tingles down your spine.
“Patience, dollface.”
You groaned and bent forward, laying your head on his desk as he took another call. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this. It felt so good to have his cock inside you, filling you up. At first, that had been enough, but now you wanted, no, needed more.
A dangerous idea popped into your head. Phosphorus would be pissed, but you’d get what you needed. He laughed behind you, ticking you off. He was laughing while you were on top of him, naked, prime for the taking. Nervous butterflies swirled in your stomach as you decided to go through with it. You lifted your hips up and down, a sigh that turned into moans escaping you as you pleasured yourself on him. You arched your back, giving him a better view of your figure. He heated up beneath you and let out his own moan.
“I’m gonna have to call you back.”
You laughed slightly at him hanging up his call. He placed his hands on your ass, squeezing and burning your skin. Just as you started to pick up your pace, he stood up, pushing your hips into the desk. You gasped as he gripped your hair and pressed your face sideways on the hard wood.
“You’re going to regret that,” Phosphorous rasped into your ear.
Before you could respond, he gave your ass a hard slap and started pounded into you. Each thrust shook your body, slamming you into the desk repeatedly. You moaned and cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden movement. Still holding onto your hair, he slid his other hand between your legs. His fingers rubbed quick circles over your clit, the hotness of his hand only intensifying your pleasure.
“Phosphorous, fuck, I-I can’t-“ you cried out, succumbing to intense lightening shooting through your body. You gripped the desk as you tightened around him, liquid dripping down your legs.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he growled in your ear, “You interrupted my phone call for this, so you can and you will.”
Even as you came, he didn’t slow down. He hammered into you relentlessly, fast and hard. He let up on your clit, giving you a moment of slight relief before he began slapping your ass again. Each strike sent shockwaves through your body. You pleaded his name over and over again, unable to think of anything else.
“Phos-Phosphorus, fuck, Phosphorus.”
Tangling his hand in your hair, he pulled you up from the desk. You cried out from the feeling of him pulling your hair. He gave your ass another sharp smack before sliding his hand up your body to your throat. His hand slightly burned as he squeezed - hard enough to excite you, but light enough to still let you breathe. He groaned into your ear and pushed his whole length into you, filling you up to the hilt.
“Who’s pussy is this?” he grunted, holding his position deep inside you.
“Ah-yours!” you cried out, almost overwhelmed by all the sensations coursing through you. He snapped his hips, roughly thrusting into you once.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You! Yours, I-I’m yours, I’m yours,” you whimpered. He squeezed your throat tighter, making you gasp for air.
“Then come for me,” he commanded, resuming his merciless rhythm.
You cried out from the sudden stimulation, involuntarily obeying him. Stars crossed your vision as you released. Phosphorus let go of your head and throat, momentarily pulling out to flip you over. He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders and buried himself in you again. His one hand cupped your breast, teasing your nipple, while the other held your chin.
“Phos-fuck, oh God, Phosphorus,” you babbled as he fucked you, slow but deep.
He leaned down, stopping when his face was only an inch from yours. The heat radiating off him combined with breathing in each other’s air was intoxicating.
“I wanted to see how pretty you look when you screaming my name,” he murmured, holding your face so you were forced to look in his eyes.
He picked up his pace, the sound of him pounding your dripping cunt filling the room. You started to moan even more, but he closed the gap between you, swallowing your moan with his lips. He kissed you sloppily and passionately, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His tongue swirled around yours while his fingers continued playing with your nipple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his jacket, desperate for something to hold on to as you felt another climax rising.
He pulled back from your lips to watch as you cried out his name. You pulsed around him, the world around you shattering. He groaned in response, pounding into you even faster.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped into your ear.
All you could do was make incoherent noises. Every thrust felt like it might send you over the edge again. You felt so tender, yet you didn’t want him to stop. Him using you, rutting into you like an animal, was the only thing that existed to you.
A hot, sharp sting across your face brought you back. Right as you realized what had happened, Phosphorus slapped you again, slamming deep into you simultaneously for good measure.
“Don’t tell me you’re overstimulated already, baby,” he said huskily, gripping your throat again, “I’ve only just started.”
He mercifully slowed down, opting for slow and deep movements. You could feel every inch of him as he moved in and out, each pump eliciting more moans from you. His other hand slid down your body, landing on your swollen nub. He drew lazy circles over it, and you gasped and trembled with each one.
“You like that, dollface, hm?”
You whimpered beneath him and tried to nod. The waves of pleasure coursing through you were growing, threatening to overwhelm you again. He gripped your throat tighter and sped up rubbing your clit.
“Say it,” he croaked, “tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I love it, I love it, I l-love your, ah! cock in-in me, oh God!” you cried out.
He heated up from your words and pounded into you frantically. He groaned into your ear, sending tingles down your neck. The sound of you screaming his name filled the room. Your walls spasmed around him, liquid spilling out of you as you hit your peak.
“God, I love feeling you come on me,” Phosphorous said in a strangled voice.
His fingers released your clit, instead digging into your hip, burning your skin. His movements became sloppier and faster, his breath getting more ragged as he reached his own climax. You felt his hot cum spill into you as he slammed into you once, then twice, sending you over the edge again.
He collapsed onto your chest, still inside you as he tried to catch his breath. When he finally pulled out, you felt empty. He threaded his fingers through your hair and gently trailed kisses down your neck.
“Mm, Phosphorus,” you murmured, comfortably wrapping your arms around him. He picked up his head to press a soft kiss to your lips.
“You were so good for me baby,” he cooed, cupping your cheek. A giddy smile spread across your face.
The phone he had cast aside rang, its high pitch breaking your bliss. He hung his head and groaned, flopping back onto his chair. You whimpered, giving him your best doe eyes. Seeing you, he soundlessly laughed, but he still picked up the phone. He held a finger up to your lips before answering the call.
“No distractions this time.”