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Sean Renard x f!reader || Lingering choice ×SMUT×

Title: Lingering choice

Ship: Sean Renard x f!reader

Triggers: Smut, no bed, feelings, spanking

Characters: f!reader, Sean Renard

Wordcount: 2410

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Your bare feet moved across the cold floor, satin robe clinging to skin. Choices, that's all life was and you've definitely made some shitty ones, evident from your current living situation. The current lingering choice, however, was definitely on the stupid side. Stupid and cliche, he would never fall for it but even with this in mind, you searched the apartment for signs of life.

You found him hunched over his desk, still sporting a pristine suit despite the hour. His tie was loosened only slightly but other than that, perfectly how you'd picture him. You worried your lower lip, it was still a stupid idea. You stalked closer, footsteps alerting the man to your presence.

He said nothing at first which was slightly disappointing on your end. His eyes looked you up and down, making you feel a little open to interpretation until his attention fell back to his work scattered among multiple papers strewn across the desk.

"Did you need something?" Sean asked, voice even and seemingly disinterested in you.

It was an interesting way of phrasing it, you thought, you definitely had a need but whether he was willing to fulfill it remains to be seen. Under his protection and on his property, you had everything you could conceivably ask for and yet, you'd give away that protection in exchange for something more.. Primal, something only he could supply you with.

"Yes. " you stated firmly, as evenly as you could muster. The familiarity and awkwardness of the current situation mixing into an anxiety you rarely felt. The simple response lead him to glance back up at you as he waited for your demands but it wasn't something you'd like to put into words so clearly. So you moved onto the next stage of this stupid idea.

Your hands reached to the front of your body, fingers working the knot with precision and accuracy like you had done so many times before, the robe tumbling to the floor and pooling at your feet, leaving you only clad in your favorite pair of underwear.

His gaze lingered, you focused on your breathing under his scrutiny. Too much value derived from his acceptance you realized once again. He forced his eyes back to the papers in front of him, finger dragging over the edge of one in hopes to distract himself. "What do you think you're doing?"

You moved a few paces, standing in front of his desk now. He still had to feel something the way he allowed you things, the way you stayed, how he didn't immediately shut you down. A small smile lingering on the edge of your lips as you leaned over the table, propped up by your hands on it.

"Now, I thought the display was pretty obvious, Captain." you stated, emphasizing the last word.

He sighed as he got up from behind the desk, walking around the table so he was standing in front of you, hands placed on your shoulders when he spoke. "You don't want to go down that road again, (Y/n). You know what happened last time..."

You frowned for a moment, taking aback that he didn't immediately accept you serving yourself on a platter for him. You took a breath before looking up at him, taking his tie between your fingers. "That road.. Happens to hold my fondest memories." you responded, perhaps a little defensive. You looked down at where your fingers played with the tie before meeting his eyes again. "Do you regret it then?"

He took a breath. He knew it wasn't a good idea to encourage this line you were both treading and yet, he still lingered.

"No, but you know how it always ends. "

A small smile lingered on your lips, such power in knowing he didn't regret any moment you spent together, that in the end the good had to outweigh the bad. You bit into your lip as you fixed his tie.

"Worries for another time, Sean." you stated, taking firm hold of the tie and taking a seat on his desk, prompting him to follow as you did. "Tonight, I'm just asking you to fulfill a simple need. You can always say no... But you want to know what I think?" you said, spreading your legs a little so he could find his place between them. "I think you want this this just as much as I do."

A few seconds marched by, punctuated by the slam of your heart against your chest and for a moment you thought he might actually surprise you and walk away but then he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips firmly to yours. You smiled into the kiss briefly before diving back in, like being lost in the desert without knowing it to suddenly drowning, gasping for air in a sloppy display of teeth and tongue.

His mouth made a descent down your neck, open mouthed kisses on sensitive skin and you tilted your head back, allowing the man access to whatever he desired.

"This what you want?" he spoke against your skin, hand at the base of your neck and keeping you near him.

You bit into your lip only slightly. "You know what I want... But I'd say its a start. You know you don't have to hide it from me"

You felt him smile against your skin, feeling the change beneath his skin, hands slipping down your body and resting on your hips. "You're incorrigible... But I'll play."

The words barely left his lips before his grip tightened, flipping you over with such ease. Your legs buckled in the process, hitting the desk, a cry slipping past your lips. He pressed your chest into the desk by the hand that he slipped into your hair, scattered paper underneath you seemingly losing its value for the moment. You felt a firmness pressed to your backside as his free hand moved over your back gently and then it stopped just at the dip of your ass, the smack playing against the walls of his office.

You gasped at the contact, biting into your lip as you spread your legs a little more as you moved through the sting it caused. Another sharp smack landing against your skin, a sound slipping past your lips, feeling yourself get wet under his movements.

You anticipated another hit but instead his body moved away slightly so he could move your underwear to the side, pressing his thumb to your clit. He bent over you, clothed chest pressing to your back as he spoke, thumb flicking your clit.

"That a little better for you, sweetheart?" he murmured.

"Yes." you breathed under his ministrations.

His hand stopped moving against your lower region, planting another smack to your thigh. "You're going to have to be a little louder, princess."

You closed your eyes. "Yes, Sean." you cried out and bit into your lower lip..

"Good girl." he responded, tapping against your thigh twice before lifting himself from you. Both hands left your body but you didn't dare move, feeling his fingers slip into the hem of your panties before pulling down, slowly. You stepped out of the material when it pooled around your ankles. His hands covered your legs, spreading over your skin as they made their ascent up your legs until they lingered on your ass, a firm squeeze as he admired the view he had from his position.

He stood, running a single digit through your folds and gathering the wetness there before pushing it into you.

"You're wet." he hummed, pushing the digit in and out of your cunt. It was really not enough to cause sufficient friction but definitely enough to grate on your nerves which had your hips pushing pack on him. "A little needy today, aren't we?" he chuckled lightly.

He removed his finger from you, letting you know just how ready you were for him to take you when you felt the emptiness it left.

He pushed the digit into his mouth, humming at the taste of you. "The one thing you don't think about missing is taste and yet it persists."he stated, promptly followed by the sound of him unbuckling his pants.

You bit into your lip, fingers curling over the edge of the desk as you waited to be filled by one of the few people who really pushed you, who knew you. You spread your legs a little more when you felt his hand placed on your hip, feeling something warm and blunt pressed against your cunt. He ran his cock up and down your folds, grip on your hip tightening as he did before he bent over your body once more.

"Ask me nicely, (Y/n)." he whispered. "Beg if you really want it."

You wanted nothing more for him to plough himself into you, feel him stretch you and use you. You knew he'd give it to you, give into you.

"Please Sean." you whimpered almost pathetically with his cock resting against your entrance, so close to feeling full, so goddamn close to having the itch scratched. "Please, I need you to fuck me."

"That's a good girl." he responded, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder before standing up straight, one hand on your hip and the other on his hard cock as he pushed into you, achingly slow he pushed until he could no more and was buried fully inside your warmth. You sighed contently at the stretch as he stilled, body quickly giving way to the welcomed intrusion.

The first movement was shallow, front of your legs hitting against the desk but nonetheless, you gasped at the action. He repeated the action once more before moving in and out of you, picking up the pace with every thrust of his hips. He held your hips as he entered you over and over, sharp thrusts that beckoned your cries, his name lingering on your tongue as you craved more of him.

His hand left your hip, taking hold of your wrist and dragging it behind your back and keeping it there as he fucked into you. You could a feel a bruise was going to form at the front of your legs by the way he was pushing you against the desk, not at all an unwelcome thought, a reminder for a few days would be a nice gift to send you off with.

Your entire body was on fire by the time you felt your release fast approaching, shock waves pulsing through each time he'd bottom out.

"I'm close-" you cried out, walls fluttering around his cock. You tried holding on, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting him to pull out of your cunt just yet but it was really not up to you with the way he held your body, way he controlled the movement, the way his cock moved inside of you.

"Come for me, (Y/n)." he grunted, thrusts only slowing for two counts, one hand letting go of you to rub against your clit. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock."

Your release came fast after that, walls clenching around his cock, pleasure running through your body as you submitted to the feeling.

"That's it, sweetheart." he grunted though his pace didn't slow down. "So fucking tight." his hand landed against your thigh again, the sound reverberating as he sloppily thrusted into you until he stilled, pressed deep into your pulsing heat when he released with the sound of your name.

The sound of catching your breath lingered in the air as he filled you with his seed. You whimpered when he pulled out of you, a sudden emptiness as your combined liquids started leaking down your thigh. He turned you around so you were back to sitting on the desk, some of the paper underneath definitely needing to be trashed. You were clad in only your bra while he hadn't really physically removed any of his clothing. He removed some of the hair out of your face in a gentle gesture. It wasn't fair given the weakness it caused to your heart.

"I'll get something to clean you up." he spoke softly, all firmness gone from his voice and expression. His hands left you and he walked out of the room, returning after a few moments with a warm cloth. He pressed it to you, working gently against your sensitive cunt to clean all the remnants of the deed. You watched his face as you did, the thoughts the action brought had trapped you. Unresolved feelings and thoughts. You had some bold words to say before but now it felt stupid, especially how small and weak you felt for needing his approval, his attention, his care.

"Do you really think it all ends in tragedy for us?" you asked, voice hoarse.

His eyes met yours and expression looked more sad and then he sighed, his movements stopping as he regarded you. His eternal weakness. If only he could let go of the things you made him feel, of the attachment he has grown to crave.

He placed his hands on your thighs. "I think everything involving you is complicated."

You nodded, looking down. You couldn't really fault the man for the answer, just look at the current situation you got yourself in... Just look at every choice you made at every step. It couldn't be easy for him but it still brought a sting to your eyes knowing that even when he's forced into such close proximity, it all was still such a dead end.

He placed his hand under your chin, forcing your glassy eyes back up at him. "But I can admit, they're not without merit, (Y/n). I'd make the same mistakes again and again if only you asked me."

There was a moment of silence between you both as you looked into his eyes, wondering if it could be true, if you really deserved to ask that of him in the first place. He excited you and made you feel safe but could you hope?

You pressed forth, hand curling around the base of his neck as you pressed your lips to his, pushing your fears and hopes into that small action. Perhaps there wasn't any hope for people as convoluted and broken as this, maybe there was only heartache and destruction of self and each other, but he was still willing to live through that for a moment, regardless of cost. Perhaps that was enough.

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