Mark Hoffman | saw | one shots

The Senior Destective.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text
One shots.

You, Your senior, Detective Hoffman. Both sitting in the conference room, working late to finish this casework. You were the only one who could stay to help. Mark didn't seem to happy, he wanted to work alone but couldn't afford to stay past a later time himself.

He sat across from you, reading over his notes. His head was in his hands with his elbows rested on the table, and a heavy sigh broke the silence"I could ask you to leave." he mutters, glancing up at you "I don't want you here." his tone was flat and unemotional

If anything, it appeared as though you were more of a nuisance than an asset. It didn't seem as though he wanted your help in the slightest "You annoy me by your mere presence, in case you weren't aware..." you look to him, "rude but okay, I never said a word." You look flat at him and back at your work.He gives you a dead stare before sighing "You're right." he pauses, his glare still locked on you as he continues "I suppose having you around isn't so bad." he says, his tone still flat, but flirty, "At the very least you're quiet." He continues typing and watching video files and recordings to find more clues.
Mark continued getting more prissy and moody, he can't find a thing.

He would simply type away at his laptop, occasionally swearing at himself or slamming the laptop closed in annoyance

As the night progressed, it became more and more apparent that you had just become background noise, you decide you wanted a coffee, maybe grab one for Mark. As you stand up, mark, now standing up, stopping you. "Where do you think you're going?" He's up close and personal to your face. "Coffee?" You look to him. That made him more and more annoyed.

"sit down" he points to the chair. You don't comply and try walk out. His voice now in your ear. "Sit down slut" this kinda turned you on.

your boss is now close and hot, his body is mixing well with the anger he has inside him.The desperation he gave off made you feel a bit more in place, maybe he did need you.

It was obvious the both of you were exhausted. Mark looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks. His eyes and face were full of small bags, and his hair was a mess. Yet despite this, he still found it necessary to work you to the bone as well. You go to sit back down but mark has a hold of you, he picks you up and he has you sitting on his lap."so, you gonna listen now?" Mark starts to kiss you, hard and heavy, biting your lip and kissing down to your neck. You're now kissing back, basically melting into each other.

The man's eyes are locked onto yours again, his gaze becoming lustful as he whispers "I've wanted to do that for a while now..."

He slides his hand up your thigh, his lips mere inches from yours as he watches your every reaction. As he has you on his lap, he pushes up your skirt, ripping your tights for easy access. He starts to unzip his trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers around his ankles. He starts to rub his fingers along your cunt, "wet? Wet for me" he then proceeds to put his fingers in his mouth, "you taste like a treat" he then pulls his cock out , it's big, girth is something that would send you to heaven. Mark teases you, slowly poking his cock on and out. He then lifts you up a bit higher and places you down, you now bouncing deep on his cock.
"fuckkkkkkkk" a moan slithers from your mouth as Mark is now fucking you, his cock going in at a fast pace. He's letting that  anger out on you. You feel yourself about to come and so is mark "oh you gonna come for me, slut". Mark starts pounding harder as he is about to fill you. you both finish at the same time, breathless and sweating.
"you know, I still fucking hate you" you bitch to him, getting yourself clothed.

"I hate you too, worthless cunt".