Banana 🌻

a/n: if you've ever had to do excessive annual work training where it is the SAME THING every single year and you can't even put it on 2.0 speed... you'd also have fantasies like these. anything to make the pointless videos go quicker...

warnings: choking, reverse cowgirl (i think?), slight tummy bulge, sex while WFH (don't do that?), unprotected sex, creampie

"C'mon pretty, you can do better than that."

"You're gonna get me fired," you whined, resisting the urge to slam your laptop screen shut.

The lighthearted chuckle that Dick let out made you realise that he disagreed and also... didn't care. "That's what you keep saying, but I don't see you moving away."

He wasn't wrong. Dick had sauntered out from the bedroom at midday, sleep shorts slung so low on his hips that you had missed the devious grin he was sporting because you were too busy drooling over the deep v leading to arguably your favourite place of his. You had thought he was coming to distract you from work with his normal poking and prodding. He had instead scooted behind where you were sat on the floor, wedging you so close to the coffee table that you couldn't escape, knees on either side of your body, urging you up just enough to pull your panties to the side. Your weak protests went unheard, turning into shaky moans as he dropped you slowly onto his half hard cock. "You can sit there and suffer for as long as you can hold out, or you can start moving those hips and get me off. Your choice."

You had (obviously) chosen the later, white knuckling the edge of the coffee table for leverage while your hips fell into a familiar rhythm atop Dick's lap. It didn't take long for the delicious buzz to hit your lower stomach; Dick always did claim he was made for you, and you were inclined to agree, what with the way his cock curved just perfectly to rub against the spot that had your ears ringing and eyes blurring.

"Why would I move away wh-when you feel like that." Grinding down on his lap, you laid your hands over Dick's where they had fallen to rest on your thighs, moving one of his up to press against the bulge in your tummy, the other you shyly left at the base of your throat.

Dick hissed in your ear, flexing his fingers around your throat but not squeezing just yet. "I thought you were worried about getting fired."

"I'm more worried about you leaving me in limbo. Please help me." You resumed the rhythmic sway of your hips, clenching down on his cock periodically, earning satisfied little moans in your ear as a reward. "I'm so close honey, please."

Cursing softly under his breath, the hand around your throat tightened just enough to hold you in place (and just enough to have you letting out broken little gasps), his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, halting your movements. You had half a second to whine about your stimulation loss before it caught it your throat, startled by Dick's hips rabbiting up into you.

"This what you want? You like when I fuck you while you work? If only they could see their star performer now," Dick cooed to you, feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. You were sure your backside would be bruised with how hard and fast he was fucking up into you.

"Hmm-Mhmm, please," you whimpered, hands clutching desperately around his wrist, eyes fluttering closed. You could feel the pulsating heartbeat in your pussy that only meant one thing; you were dangling over the edge and just needed something to drop you. "I.. I'm.."

"I know." Dick's hold on your waist shifted, confident you wouldn't try to wiggle out of his grip (you knew better), deft fingers finding your neglected clit and rubbing tight circles on it. The hand around your throat tightened. Dick groaned into your ear at the way you clenched even tighter around him in response to his stimulation and that was it.

A yelp was caught in your throat but your body was free to react, back bowing slightly as your orgasm finally hit you. You didn't want to escape, wanted every second of pleasure that Dick would give you, pussy fluttering and body twitching as the hold on your throat loosened but the dance on your clit only got wetter.

You briefly felt when Dick finally came, hips breaking their even rhythm in favour of deep grinding thrusts as warmth filled you, fingers still making wide circles on your clit so you would squeeze everything out of him. Nothing could go to waste.

"-ed some water?"

Was he asking you a question?

"Here. Open your mouth." You held back a snort of laughter, blinking open your eyes and spying your water bottle held in front of your face. "Take a drink, pretty girl. I don't want you to lose your voice. You still have many more hours of work to get through."