A Different Kind of Love

One-night Stand-Rossi*

Reader has a one night stand with none other than David Rossi. She goes to work and can't keep her mind off of what transpired the night before. And maybe... he couldn't either.

Warning: Daddy kink, light choking, age gap, and degradation.

You step into the bullpen, drawing in a deep breath. You were tired, really tired and you were trying to make it not so noticeable. Unfortunately, Derek was already in the bullpen working on reports- you wouldn't have anytime to relax before you had to put on an enthusiastic face.

As you flopped down at your desk, Derek glanced up and smiled, "Hey, little girl, how you doing?"

You gave him an eye roll, "Good, how about you?"

His dark eyes ran over you, "Good. Late night?" Fuck. You knew he'd ask that. And as he said it, images of last night flashed through your head.

Rough hands sliding down your body, a mouth assaulting your lips. Fingers slipping into your heat, tingles running down your skin as he pumped them expertly.

"Fuck-" you managed to gasp as he pumped into you hard and fast. He chuckled into your ear, hot breath fanning over your already heated face.

"Such a good girl, y/n, cum on my fingers. There you go, oh- look at that." His deep voice rumbled through you as you orgasmed around his thick fingers. Your body was wracked in aftershocks and-

"So, a really late night?" Derek joked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Your face heated up, "Uh- no, I actually stayed in." You shrugged trying to show it wasn't a big deal.

"Stayed in, huh? With who?" He questioned flipping open another report.

You huffed, "No one. I'm a lonely fucker, you know that."

Derek laughed, "Yeah, guess you're right. You could've came over to my house." He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you shoved at his desk. God, you wish you didn't have to sit so close to him.

He held up his hands in mock surrender, "It was just an offer!"

"What was an offer?" Emily asked as she walked over, quirking a brow at you two.

You rubbed at your forehead, "You don't want to know."

"Ohhh, with you two, I do." Emily countered, setting her things down as she sat at her desk.

"I offered her to come over to my place. She said she was alone last night." Derek replied with a shrug, his lips turned up into a mischievous grin.

"Ah. Yeah, don't blame you." Emily spoke to you and you nodded, sending Derek a triumphant look. He made a pouty face, turning back to his work.

You were just getting relaxed and at ease when you heard a deep voice speaking. Your head snapped up to see Rossi replying to Spencer as they walked out of the elevator together.

Shit. Shit. As you were lost in your head, Rossi's eyes met yours briefly and you realized you had been staring directly at him. You blushed and looked down, ignoring Spencer as he sat at his desk beside you.

"Have you never down this before? With a mouth as big as yours?" He asked crudely, guiding your head up and down. You were choking on his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair.

Tears sprang in your eyes at the quick movements. He was controlling the pace, forcing your head up and down as fast as he wanted.

Just as you thought he was about to cum, he pulled you off. You looked up at him with wide eyes and he smirked his devilish grin, "What? You think we're done?" He pulled you up, shoving you back onto his bed roughly.