𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

The Suit Pt. II | Cobie Smulders

[Smut]

Cobie's jacket slid down her arms and landed at your feet. You barely had time to admire the way her strong arms filled out the crisp white shirt before she was on you again, pinning you to the wall with the weight of her body.

Her mouth crashed against yours, hungry, all the careful teasing from earlier forgotten. You moaned into the kiss, your hands roaming greedily over her, feeling the tight line of muscle under the fine fabric. She tasted faintly of champagne and something purely Cobie, something that made you dizzy with want.

Her hands found your waist, pulling you flush against her, and you felt the hard press of her thigh between your legs. You whimpered at the pressure, grinding down instinctively, needing more, needing everything.

Cobie broke the kiss long enough to look at you, her breathing ragged, her brown eyes dark with lust.
"You're unbelievable," she rasped. "All night you were driving me crazy."

"You started it," you whispered back, tugging at the hem of her shirt, desperate to feel her skin.

She smirked, that infuriatingly cocky little smile that always made your stomach flip, and grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head with one hand. With the other, she leaned in and kissed down your neck, slow and deliberate, nipping just enough to make you gasp.

"You're mine tonight," she murmured against your skin. "All mine."

You shivered, your knees buckling slightly under the weight of her voice, her touch, the sheer overwhelming presence of her.

Cobie released your hands, but only to catch the zipper of your dress. She tugged it down with agonizing slowness, her fingers brushing your bare skin as she peeled the fabric away from your body. Every little touch left a trail of fire in its wake, and by the time your dress pooled at your feet, you were trembling.

She stepped back just enough to take you in.

You stood there in just your lingerie, breathing hard, flushed and aching and desperate. Cobie's eyes dragged over you, hot and possessive, and she bit her bottom lip, visibly struggling to keep control.

"Fucking beautiful," she whispered, almost to herself.

You reached for her again, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. She let you, standing still while you worked them open one by one, revealing inch after inch of smooth, toned skin. When you finally pushed the shirt off her shoulders, she kissed you again—deeper, slower, making you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Somehow you made it to the bedroom, though you barely remembered how. Cobie guided you backward, not breaking the kiss, until your legs hit the bed and you fell onto the mattress with a soft gasp.

She climbed over you, straddling your hips, her hands braced on either side of your head. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, and for a moment she just stared down at you, her expression open, raw, like she couldn't believe you were real.

"You're everything," she said quietly.

Your heart twisted, too full to speak. You reached up, threading your fingers into her hair, pulling her down to kiss you again, trying to tell her without words.

Cobie kissed you like it was the last thing she'd ever do. She kissed you until you couldn't think, until all you could do was feel—her hands on your skin, her body against yours, her mouth marking a path down your throat, your collarbone, lower.

She nipped at the edge of your bra, then looked up at you with a wicked glint in her eyes.
"Off," she said, voice rough.

You reached behind yourself, fumbling with the clasp. Cobie helped you, impatient, and soon your bra joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Her mouth found your breast, hot and eager, and you arched into her, moaning shamelessly at the feel of her lips, her tongue, the gentle scrape of her teeth. She worshiped you with her mouth, taking her time, dragging sounds from you that you didn't know you could make.

When she finally kissed her way down your stomach, you were trembling so hard you thought you might come apart just from anticipation.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with agonizing slowness, her eyes never leaving yours. Once you were bare, she knelt between your legs, spreading you open with reverent hands.

"You're so wet for me," she murmured, almost in awe.

You whined, lifting your hips in a silent plea, but Cobie just smirked and leaned in, pressing the softest, slowest kiss to your inner thigh.

"Patience," she teased.

You were so far beyond patience.

You gasped her name, a broken little sound that seemed to shatter whatever restraint she had left. Cobie groaned and buried her face between your legs, her tongue finding your clit with devastating precision.

You cried out, hips bucking, fingers tangling in her hair. She licked you slowly at first, lazy, confident strokes that had you panting, begging, desperate for more. Then she sucked gently, just enough to make you sob her name again.

Cobie held your hips down when you tried to squirm, her strong arms keeping you pinned as she worked you over with her mouth. Every flick of her tongue sent white-hot pleasure ripping through you. You were already close, already teetering on the edge, but she didn't let up.

She fucked you with her mouth, relentless and perfect, and when she slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you shattered.

You cried out her name as you came, trembling and gasping and clinging to her like you might fall apart otherwise. Cobie kept going, riding out your orgasm, only pulling back when you whimpered from oversensitivity.

She crawled back up your body, her mouth glistening, her eyes dark and tender and full of something that made your heart ache.

You pulled her into a messy kiss, tasting yourself on her lips, not caring, needing to be as close as humanly possible.

Cobie kissed you back with matching desperation, and when she pressed her hips against yours, you realized she was still fully clothed from the waist down. You tugged at the button of her pants, wordlessly begging her to shed the last barriers between you.

She grinned against your mouth and stood long enough to strip. When she was naked before you, your breath caught again.

Perfect. She was so fucking perfect.

She climbed back into bed, settling between your legs, and this time when she kissed you, it was slower, deeper, more deliberate. You wrapped your legs around her waist, feeling her heat against yours, and whimpered at the delicious friction.

Cobie rolled her hips, grinding against you, setting a rhythm that had you both gasping, clinging, losing yourselves. It wasn't frantic; it was desperate, yes, but slow, drawn out, every roll of her hips, every grind of her clit against yours a promise.

You clung to her, nails digging into her back, your body singing with pleasure. Cobie kissed you through it all, murmuring your name, calling you baby, love, mine in a voice wrecked with need.

When you came again, it was messier, louder, a raw cry that ripped from your throat. You felt her fall with you, her body tensing, her mouth breaking against your shoulder as she gasped out your name.

You lay tangled together afterward, bodies slick and trembling, hearts pounding in sync.

Cobie brushed sweaty hair from your forehead and pressed a lingering kiss there.
"I love you," she whispered.

You smiled up at her, dazed and blissful.
"I love you too."

She chuckled softly, pulling you closer, tucking your head under her chin.

"And for the record," you murmured sleepily, "you look way too fucking good in a suit."

Cobie's chest shook with quiet laughter.
"Good thing I plan on wearing one again," she said, her voice a warm, sleepy promise.

You smiled against her skin, already half-asleep in her arms, and thought there was nowhere else in the world you'd rather be.

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