Smutty One Shots

Keep it Professional - female reader x male dom

Preview: You are at your work party. One of your coworkers has the hots for you...And your overprotective boyfriend is just not having it.

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Includes,

-explicit/dirty talk

-penetration

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You walk through the doors of your work's conference room arm in arm with your boyfriend. The long table and chairs now gone, replaced by smaller tables filled with food and drinks. It's your work's annual anniversary party and you brought your boyfriend along. You're wearing a shorter dress and higher heels for the special occasion than you normally would wear on a normal work day. Your boyfriend leans down. His breath tickling your neck.

"You're looking a little too sexy..." He smirks against your neck. 

"Oh hush. It's still professional!!" You shove him playfully. 

"Barely. The bottom of your ass is practically showing." He says grabbing the bottom of your tight black dress and tugging it down, making the front pull down farther, exposing more cleavage. You frantically pull back up the front trying to avoid flashing your coworker, Jay, who is making his way over to you.

"Why hello y/a. Looking stunning as always." Jay looks you up and down, the meets your boyfriends eyes. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow.

"Awh.. Thanks Jay.." You say uncomfortably. He's always been a bit...Odd. You know damn well Jay's married, yet you doubt his wife is here. He has no respect for women. Especially his wife. As you're mid thought, your boyfriend drags you away to the drink table. 

"Really?!" you say angrily, still not wanting to be rude to your perv coworker.

"I'm parched and couldn't wait another MOMENT for a drink." your boyfriend explains quickly, shooting daggers at Jay. You both grab a drink, chat with a few people, including your boss and his wife but your boyfriend can't seen to stop keeping his eye on Jay. God. He's so overprotective....you try to act like you mind, but in reality it's so.fucking.hot. He pulls you away after you finish your conversation with your boss, drags you a little closer to Jay, grabs your neck and kisses you, as if claiming is territory. You quickly pull away, not really wanting to have a full blown make-out session in from of your coworkers.

"You're. Fucking. Mine." he whispers on your neck, making you shiver..and wet. You feel his bulge press agains your stomach when he pulls you closer, instantly turning you on even more so. He leans next to your ear again and whispers,

"Either we leave now and I fuck the shit out of you in the car, or we can do it in a closet. Your choice, darling." Without wasting a moment, you drag him into the hallway, make a sharp right and pull him into the little storage closet. It's full of cleaning supplies and office stationary. The door is barely closed before his shirt is on the floor and his strong hand are already unbuckling your bra. His left hand is tightly around your neck and the right is sliding off your bra. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, claiming dominance. The kiss is desperate, like as if the moment he saw you in that dress, he's needed you. Your bra is on the floor and his hands are on your breasts, folding your budded nipples. He pulls away from your lips, lifts you up by your waist and places you on the storage shelf. His lips meet your neck, leaving little marks trailing down to your tits. Your hands travel down to the button and zipper of his black dress pants, undoing them easily. 

"Desperate. Aren't you?" He chuckles, sliding off your panties. You hop off of the shelf. He grabs your waist and turns you around so you're facing away from him. He gently pushes the upper part of your back, telling you to bend over. You do as you're told, happily. 

"Now, you can't be too loud, darling. As much as I'd love for that asshole to know I'm fucking you in the storage room, we do have to keep it professional." He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it, while easily penetrating you. His strokes aren't slow and intentional like normal, they're hard and desperate. You know damn well between the sound of his skin hitting yours and your stifled moans that if someone were outside of the conference room, they'd hear.  He keeps his hand firmly around your hair and uses the other to smack your ass, no doubt leaving a mark that will be there for days. You can't control your moans as you reach your climax, finishing on his dick. You feel the warmth dripping down your thighs. He covers your mouth with his hand, but the sound of your desperate moans send him over the edge, cumming all over your back. 

You stand up straight and kiss him deeply. He helps you get dressed and you both fix yourselves to make yourself presentable. You walk out of the closet arm in arm and walk back into the conference room. Jay immediately looks at you, then your neck. You had completely forgot about that part... 

You walk in the door the rest of the way, hickeys on full display. You look over at your boyfriend who's grinning ear to ear. He couldn't be happier. Jealous bastard. 

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Totally didn't have Lana Del Rey playing on repeat while writing this...