#modern dunk

“But I like when you get all overprotective and grabby.” He’d probably have a fucking heart attack if held caught you walking down the driveway in your matching silk shorts and tank. There were always people wandering back through here on their way home from the pub. You guys move into an apartment together just off the high street by your university a year ago.

“Fucks sake-“ he groaned, but it wasn’t one of grievance because of your wreckless plans to make him go crazy.

It was one of barely restrained pleasure. You’d been stroking his cock on the couch for approximately a hour now and he’d gotten close to finishing probably four times.

“don’t make me wait.” He groaned fingers digging into your stomach a bit as he sunk deeper into the couch cushions, a new layer of sweat developing over his brow.

“No-I want you to cum in me…” you whined and squeezed his balls, juggling them gently between your fingers. “It’s my birthday you promised I could pick what we do.”

Earlier, after enjoying takeout Chinese and some glazed donuts with birthday candles stuck in them, he’d handed you a card and a small box.

You’d both agreed to no presents, that was the rule for birthday and holidays!

You two were trying to build a life together, committed to making sure your lives in the future would never be similar to the crap you to have grown up around in Flea bottom. The friendship, the shared history and deep understanding of one another’s past made a lot of aspects of being in a relationship easier. There was already established understanding between you two. Really the only challenge had been that you’d both known each other through the lens of platonic friendship for so long that exploring both of your sexual sides was sort of awkward at times. Especially because Duncan was generally sort of shy about this stuff. He got flustered easily and lost in trying to determine if things were “too crazy”

The card was sweet and lovely…and at the end he’d written that it was your night, no judgment. He wouldn’t really answer any of you initial questions, just brought you over to the couch and urged you to open the small box. When you got the wrapping off and pulled out the TV remote you laughed, not understanding how this was a gift to you? He let you pick the nightly TV show almost every night, unless football was on!

You rolled your eyes when Dunk told you to just turn it on and see while opening his knees more so you could sit down between them. That was how you two always relaxed on the couch. It was just habit at this point.

Duncan, who could barely stand the idea of watching porn, because it “wasn’t you” had linked your laptop up to the TV screen and set up your Reddit page that he’d seen you scrolling on before. Your previously liked videos all over the dashboard and now the flat screen. You’d shown him stuff, occasionally, but it got him all flustered and red in a way that seemed cruel so you’d attempted to be a bit less forthcoming with what, other than him, was making you wet as of late.

He knew that, and although he appreciated that you were mindful of where he currently was with sexual exploration he didn’t want to stifle you-especially not on your birthday. He was kissing at your neck and hour prior…telling you how much he loved you, and informing you that he wanted to watch this stuff with you…let you pick something fun for them to do out of it.

He’d gotten the giddy reaction he had anticipated and that made this all worth it…even before you’d pulled his jeans off and began playing with his half hard dick!

Duncan’s forhead pressed against the back of your head breathing in the grapefruit scent of you shampoo to try and steady himself as he twitched in your grip.

“mm…okay keep going.” He squeaked out and you turned back to face forward and hit the down button to move the the next video.

You hummed in satisfaction as a man, dressed fully in a knights costume stood towering over a women knelt fully nude on the floor.

“Jesus-“ dunk blinked watching the man put his foot out a bit and drag the toe of his boot between her spread legs.

“I know…” your biting your lip and stroking him faster as you feverishly watch the women settle down against the guys boot and rock her hips back and forth.

“Just wait…it gets even better.” You tell him without moving your eyes from the video. He does, to look down at you, take in the fact that your nipples are peaked against the fabric of your top, that you are breathing faster than before and that he can feel your thighs clenching. This was getting you off. Majorly apparently.

“Look-“ you squeeze around his tip making him moan and he looked ahead again. Just in time to see the guy yank her hair so hard that she falls back off his shoe some and he the guy tells her to open her mouth.

“no-Christ not that one doll, m’sorry.” He blurts out when the girl opens her mouth wide and lays there while he spit onto her tongue.

He couldn’t understand why you were into all this degradation stuff, he didn’t think it matched with how you carried yourself outside of the bedroom. He didn’t realize yet that it was really a compliment to him, that you wanted to explore this stuff with him. You knew he was safe, knew he would stop as soon as it stopped being fun for you or you started to second guess things. You trusted him more than anybody else in the world.

Quickly you blinked out of the trace and moved to the next video. Surprised to feel his hips suddenly jerk up against your hand. You glanced from him to the screen and saw his eyes were locked to it. Glued to the image of a guy railing this girl from behind. Hands grabing her back and ass to drag her whenever he needed her to be positioned.

You knew the spank was coming, you’ve watched this one a few times in the past so you stayed turned towards him waiting to see what his reaction was.

Smirking when the loud slap sounded and Duncan’s light eyes rapidly grew darker. He liked this.

His hand grabbed your wrist suddenly to stop the stroking and he kissed you.

“That one…let’s do that baby.” He breathed eyes still glancing at the screen a few times. You eagerly nodded standing up and pulling your shirt off, shimmying the thin shorts down off your feet as well. Strings of your arousal connected from you to the crotch of those. You got appallingly wet. Constantly. Your thighs squelching as he grabed your waist with both hands and pulled you back to him. He kissed down your chest, his ear brushing your nipples as you ran your hand through his hair.

“You won’t hurt me” you promised him. The moans from the TV still playing out behind you.

“I’m serious Duncan, you wont.” His bright topical sea blue eyes looked up at you as he kissed down your stomach, hands gently following and moving from your waist to your lower back. He swallowed when the weight of you ass warmed his cupped hands.

“and even if you do…” you bent a bit kissing his lips “It’ll just make me cum harder.” You hummed in his ear before bending over onto the couch cushion looking back at him like a minx as his mind fought to catch up to this moment.

Though when he watched you settle onto your hands and knees at the other end of the couch Duncan was quick to gather his mind, and his slack jaw and quickly got behind you.

“you’re soaked-“ he kissed at your back, and you moaned when his hands gripped your thighs opening them up some more by pulling the soft skin.

“I’ve been playing with your cock and watching porn for a hour…I should hope I’m wet.” You laughed dryly and smiled when Dunk kept kissing lower, mouthing at your ass a bit and you held to the couches arm rest arching your back more to present yourself better. He took his time groping your butt, squeezing the cheeks and smirking when you’d whimper.

“fucking hell,” you groaned, cheek pushed against the armrest and you gripped the fabric some when his teeth flared against your smooth skin.

You reached a single arm back when one of his hands dropped to drag over your slit. His knuckle brushed your clit because it peaked slightly out from between your lips since you were so worked up by this point. You whinned and grabbed just under your ass and pulled yourself open, smiling and moaning because that parted you open enough that his fingers dragged right against your hungry core, clenching desperately at even just the slight dip in his finger made.

You gasped when he seemed to see you needed some relief asap, swatting your hand away and heaving you up slightly by your arse so your pussy was level with his face. He leaned forward, tongue aimed first to lick at your drooling core and you groaned lowly. Nodding into the couch when his tongue flattened to flick back and forth over your bud. Nosing at your vagina some which made you instinctively push back towards his face.

Your eyes shut, enjoying the feeling, savoring it. He devoured you, constantly, he was happy to do this for both of you every night. It helped you relax and get to sleep, generally just assisted in unwinding after a crazy clinical day. There wasn’t anything better than having him eat you out to climax, clean you up, and then snuggle you in bed!

He had don’t it enough that he knew just how to push you over the edge. Your fingers dragged over the arm rest and your face pressed to it, hair hiding you from him as your mouth opened and forhead contorted. You couldn’t move from this position because he had your hips up high and so you had to take everything he gave you.

“I’m coming-fuck my gods Dunk!” You exclaimed, with a gasp. You tensed some as the climax ripped through you.

He pulled his face back from you licking slightly at his lips as they glistens from your orgasm. His hands rubbed up and down the outer side of both your thigh and whined because that made goose bumps rise all over your legs, only made worse because of the cool air hitting your warm messy pussy.

“that was nice.” You giggled once recovered, and slowly moved your hips from side to side trying to coax him to keep going.

Duncan was hypnotized by your lower have swaying in front of him. He was fisting his cock at the moment making sure he was as hard as possible for you.

“greedy girl,” his hand dropped his dick and he tapped his palm against your ass. You lowered into a more serve of an arched back and moaned. “Just finished and already need me in ya?” He gave your bottom another tap and shifted so your other cheek was pressed to the sofa and you could look back at him.

“harder.” You demanded, eyes blazing with need. “Please Dunk, it’s my birthday-AaaHhh!” Suddenly his palm slammed down against your right cheek and you moaned loudly at the stinging feeling the prickled you ass now.

He squeezed the reddening flesh and then spanked you again watching your face as you drooled a bit against the bed and your eyes contently closed.

“this what you been needing, needed to be spanked?” He raised a brow and you nodded.

“mhm…” you push yourself back against him and earn another wack for being to over eager.

“fuck me like a whore!” You suddenly cried out ass beat red on both sides and you reached back with both hands to spread yourself open more for him. He got up on his knees behind you, and instantly grabed your hips pulling you back until his tip hooked into your core. You pulled your hand back and used them under you the brace yourself so you wouldn’t suffocate face down against the couch.

“you want that? What me to use you to cum? To get off as quickly as I can? That’s what you want?” You nodded beaming because that’s exactly what you want!

The ability to use your voice to form any coherent words leaves you entirely for a moment because he had placed one hand against the center of your back to hold you still and the other found a warm home between the fold of your thigh and pelvis as he pushed himself forward.

“ohhh, fuck….yes thank you. Mmm” you groaned lowly eyes shutting with a flutter as his balls slap into your clit. He hadn’t ever gotten so deep that quick. He always worked into you slowly.

The thrill of having to adjust to his large…giant cocks intrusion left you whimpering and clenching.

He was so deep in you that there was a a slight physical protrusion of your lower belly and you gasped when you managed to shift your weight onto one arm and shoulder so you could reach down and feel at that spot.

“Fucks sake.” Dunk gulped at the additional pressure your hand provided. As if your snug pussy wasn’t more than enough for him! He’d slammed into you but thrusting was a different story. He couldn’t bring himself to keep going until he knew you could handle it so he kisses at your back, rubbed his fingers over the welted skin on your ass and waited until your tense whimpers became warm, needy, disgruntled whines!

“Y’so patient tonight,” Duncan stretched to kiss the back of your head. Smirking a bit when he saw your cheek squished against the cushion.

“Mmm no just full up.” You mumble squeezing yourself around him for good measure. Eyes watery from him being within your fully. It did not matter how often you two slept together, he was still beyond well endowed and your body had to adjust to him every time.

“I could just stay like this?” He kissed across your shoulders and his hand moved down from your hip to reach for the top of your slit and he rubbed two fingers against your clit. You liked a side to side motion with his fingers over circling for what he’d noticed. “Could get you off easy like this.” He breathed in the scent at the nape of your neck and groaned lowly when you whined and pushed yourself back against him. You were already feeling your stomach tighten from what his fingers were doing to you.

“no….” You groaned shaking your head and trying to look back at him. “Fuck me p-properly.” You begged him, voice cutting out from a gasp.

“So Greedy.” He taunted and you rolled your eyes huffing.

“it’s my birthday.” Your legs squeezed together a bit because his hand was working you really close to your edge and you worried you’d get to oversensitive to keep going if you came again!

“aye, it is. Happy birthday my girl.” He leaned over your fully, hand leaving your wet pussy to grab your jaw and turn you to him a bit more. He kissed you hungrily while stroking your cheek.

“fuck!” You pratically bit his lip when his hips stuttered back mid kiss and then snapped back against your ass.

“fuck…oh fuck!” That was the only vocabulary in your mind at the moment. Which was fair because Dunk had let got of your cheek, grabed both your hips and was currently dragging you back and forth to meet this movements of his twitching cock.

“like this? This is how you want to be fuck?” He groaned out, it did feel quite good. Everytime he pulled back he pushed your hips forward and then dragged your butt to smack into his lap when he thrusted in. It meant his cock was hitting the deep sensitive place within you each time.

“yes! YES!” You nodded finger nails digging into the fabric of the couch as you gasped and groaned. Eyes shut tight as you took the pounding. You’d wanted this for so bloody long and it felt like a dream now that you were finally getting it. “Fuck keep going-don’t stop Dunk.” You begged him throughly gritted teeth. It was alot for you to handle, you’d probably have a limp tomorrow…and this sort of sex was probably going to bring on your period a few days early but all of that was more than worth it for this moment.

Duncan was grunting, quite an anomalistically behind you, chasing his own high and that even warmer heat he knew would surround him when your finished with him still inside. Both of you were pretty addicted to feeling the other cum.

“Oh fucking hell-ugh, harder!” You cry and gasp when he pushes your hips down suddenly so you’re trapped flat on the sofa. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.” You whimper when he begin to take you at this new angle, his hips smacking into your round arse and the angle made yoh feel like his tip was going to just barrel right through your belly button. “Fu-dunk! fuck!” You shriek suddenly, going stiff? Holding your breath and shaking a bit under him as your pussy spasm and you reach quite the peak against him.

He was spilling his own release into you the moment your cunt gripped him tighter than he’d ever felt before. You were still in the throws of your orgasm when Duncan’s shaking body leaned over you, his knees pressed in the space of yours and you whimpered at the warmth of his chest laying over your back. Eyes opening a bit to see his tense hand was pressed into the cushion beside your head to keep himself up slightly. He would crush you, as much as you wanted to let him just crumble onto of you, it was legitimately suffocating.

“roll over baby.” You managed to get out eyes clearing and your senses coming back before his. He always took a long time to recover. But you found that sweet. That you made him feel so good he was pratically drunk after!

“come er’ doll” he flopped onto his side, back against the backrest of the sofa and he moaned at the feeling of slipping out of your warmth. You quickly shifted against him, smiling at how sweaty he was. “I love you too.” He responded to your climax blubbering and opened his eyes hand stroking your cheek that was red from the effort of what you two had just done.

“So much.” You closed your eyes and laid your head over his chest making sure your ear was in a spot that you could feel his thundering heartbeat.

“thank you for my present.” You whisperer keeping your eyes closed as you dangled one arm down between your tight to feel the mess.

“let me catch my breath and I’ll get us to the shower.” He promised. You nodded gently against him.

“mkay.” You had a lot less of a bite, then you had earlier because of how throughly fucked and satisfied you felt. “Thank you.”

He kissed your temple, fingers trailing through your hair as he studied you, your dark lashes, the little marks on your face from the sun or maybe acne when you both were younger, and then he groaned a bit. A low, needy, aroused groan when he reached your lips and they were parted. Filled with two of your fingers as you sucked the mess of both your orgasms off you fingers.

“You are bloody wild woman” but the amused tilt to his voice was so warm it made you beam up at him.

“you love it…admit it.” You squeezed his side, licking your lip chuckling when he bent to kiss you as his response.

Dunk didn’t know it just yet, but this assignment would be his most challenging one yet.

Perhaps not the most objectively dangerous. He was on the K-9 Explosives Detection Team for years. He’d been literal inches away from bombs with the power to level cities more times than he could count on his fingers. 

But meeting you, it would test him in ways no life or death situation ever had or would. You would force him to examine everything about himself. The way he viewed the world and the people in it. The true cost of loyalty. What he was willing to do for love.

But he didn’t know that yet. All he knew was that you were President Baratheon’s daughter, your code name was Sugar, which Dunk rolled his eyes at, and you were currently missing. 

His first assignment was locating you. Apparently, the head of your security detail let you slip him five different times now. Six actually, counting tonight. Dunk was brought in to replace him.

The now-reassigned man was at least 20 years older than Dunk, and clearly, he didn’t know how useful internet stalking was. Based on the amount of pictures that were surfacing of you online with blown pupils or dancing on tables from these nights you snuck out, your friends documented their nights out. Someone definitely posted you at some point tonight.

At least you were smart enough not to put anything scandalous on your own account — you hadn’t posted anything in a couple days. But there were a couple women in almost every recent picture, so he clicked on their accounts. 

Sure enough, when Dunk looked at the second woman’s account, there was a picture of you smiling arm-in-arm with four other people, all in sleek, figure-hugging outfits. 

Dunk’s first thought was how beautiful you were, and his second was to immediately ignore that he ever had that thought. Man, your legs in that tiny skirt… Dunk bit down hard on his lip to stop his brain in its tracks. 

He told himself to focus on his job, so he scanned the rest of the post for anything helpful. You were clearly at a house party, but the post was also three hours old. Maybe you weren’t even there anymore.

Dunk rolled his eyes when he noticed the obvious little white lines on the table next to a bunch of empty beer and seltzer cans with two guys leaning over them in the background. And when he looked back at you, he noticed a light patch of white reflecting the camera flash under your nose. 

God dammit. You were one of those politician’s daughters. Close enough to authority to get drunk on power but apathetic enough to use it for your own self interest and nothing else. Ugh. This would basically be a babysitting job.

Rolling his eyes, Dunk noticed that the caption referenced downtown, which partially narrowed the search, and five other accounts were tagged.  

Scrolling through those one after one, Dunk found a guy’s story posted recently that tagged both you and a local bar. In minutes, he was driving an SUV to your location, another car with two other agents following right behind him.

Ordering his backup to stay in their car, Dunk stalked into the bar, walking right past the line and the bouncer with a flash of his badge. His height helped him spot you in the back corner, gesturing boldly during what was either a passionate debate or a heated argument. 

Pushing past grinding bodies and around the line for drinks, he was close enough that he could hear your voice, proclaiming you were always right in an amused tone. As he stepped into the circle you’d congregated, you quickly clocked his Secret Service lapel pin and groaned. And your friends did the same.

“Your ride’s here, princess!” 

You smacked the guy who yelled that on the shoulder, and the whole group laughed. Then, you took a long sip from the glass you held, eyeing Dunk up and down.

“Who even are you?” you asked, exasperated. 

“I’m Special Agent Pennytree, miss. Your new head of security.” 

“Of course you are.” Turning to your friends, you exclaimed, “This fucking sucks!” 

Dunk clenched his jaw. He was used to getting at least a baseline level of respect when he pulled out the Special Agent title. Here you were, basically cursing at him. He checked his watch, giving himself a second to calm his tone before speaking. 

“It’s 2:47 AM. I think you should call it a night. Let me drive you home.” 

“What if…what if we stay until 3? Or even 3:30?” 

“Let’s go now.” 

Your face dropped, bitterness flashing in your eyes. “Fine. Fine! Whatever my dad wants. As always.”

Hopping down from the barstool and grabbing your sequined purse, you tossed your drink back, finishing it in a loud gulp. Your friends hugged you goodbye, and a man kissed the top of your head as you embraced. Dunk’s chest tightened at the sight, but you seemed comfortable. 

He let you lead the way out of the crowded bar, not allowing you out of his sight. Dunk wouldn’t give you the chance to be such a little escape artist anymore. The cold air was a slap to the face as the two of you opened the door and exited. 

Downtown was still busy this time of night on a Friday, so Dunk was forced to  park a few blocks down. You took the walk as an opportunity to express every frustration that popped into your head. 

“You couldn’t even have a car ready out front? I have to walk? In these shitty heels?!” You hiccuped. “This first impression thing is really not going well for you.” 

Dunk just pursed his lips. So you went on.

“I was just having fun with my friends, ya know. I’m an adult for god's sake!”

All Dunk gave you was a nod in response. There was plenty he wanted to say, but nothing very professional.

“Why the hell did they get rid of J-James? He was the best!” Your teeth were chattering now, but you kept shouting anyway. “At least he didn’t scowl at me.”

“Scowl?!” Dunk said. “I’m not scowling at you. I’m just focused on getting you home.” 

As he spoke, he pulled one arm out of his jacket, and then the other, and handed it to you. You stared at him for a second, but a harsh shiver hit your body, so you took it and wrapped it over your shoulders. No thank you though. Noted. 

Instead, you continued ranting. “Do they think I’m going to do whatever they want now just because they give me a hot bodyguard and not some crusty middle aged guy? How little do they think of me?” 

Dunk froze. For just a second. Did you just call him hot? Shit. Maybe it was a bad idea to give the drunk first daughter he’s in charge of protecting his jacket. Dunk always thought it’s the right thing to do when a woman is cold though. 

While his brain was practically exploding with overthinking, he couldn’t help but notice how his stomach fluttered at your words. Nope. No, no, no. Hell fucking no. He took a deep breath as the two of you finally reached the car. Dunk opened the door for you, watching you stumble to your seat before locking you safely inside.

Then, he walked over to the other agents’ car. He updated them on your condition, that you were fine but very intoxicated, and returned to the black SUV, hopping in the driver’s seat. Pulling the car into the road, it was silent for a couple minutes before you spoke up with a much softer voice than before. 

“Agent Appletree?” 

“It’s Pennytree, but yes?” 

“Sorry, Agent Pennytree. Can we take the long route back?”

Dunk brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “I guess we can do that… and you can call me Dunk.” 

You giggled. “Your name is Dunk?”

“It’s a nickname for Duncan.” He sighed. 

“Well then, thanks, Dunk.” You put an emphasis on Dunk and laughed a little more. “I appreciate it.”

So you did know how to say thank you. Dunk smiled a small smile to himself. As you both quieted again, he reached for the stereo, turning the radio on low to fill the silence. At the next red light, he turned back to check you hadn’t passed out. 

And there you were, sprawled across the backseats. For a second, he thought you were unconscious, but no. You were staring out the moon roof with your legs curled against the door, the pale light carving your face. You were stargazing. 

Dunk didn’t want you to fall asleep before he got you home though, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Look, uh, you really should keep a closer eye on what your friends post on social media. It wasn’t that hard for me to find exactly where you were.” He paused. “And they’re not exactly hiding what you’re all up to either.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“One of the posts I saw when I was looking for you had illegal substances in the background.” 

“Illegal substances? God, you sound like my dad,” you said, your voice suddenly dripping with spite. 

“I’m sure it’s annoying having all this scrutiny on you, but you and I both know it’s not a good look.” 

“Nobody will stop talking about the way things look. It’s been years!” Dunk heard a loud thump, and since he had to keep his eyes on the road, he assumed the noise was you kicking the car door or throwing something in frustration. “How I look in a picture. How… how every single breath I take might look to potential voters. How my career or my dress or my way of blowing off some steam reflects on my dad.  I can’t even have one night out without a man with a suit and a gun showing up.” 

“That does sound annoying.”

“It is.” You let out an aggravated breath. And then, quieter, you said, “I have dreams too, you know… things that can’t just be put on hold for four years. Or maybe it’ll be eight! Who knows?!  It’s not like he ever asks when he makes a decision that affects other people.”

Listening to you, Dunk feels a little guilty for how harshly he judged you earlier. He saw one picture of you and decided you were selfish and inconsiderate. Maybe you’re just struggling.

“Tell me about one of your dreams.”

You hummed, then responded. “I had these grand plans to finish law school and work at a fancy schmancy firm and fight for refugees but… wait, are you going to, like, report what I say to my dad?”

Dunk chuckled. “No, I won’t say anything.” 

“Actually, it kinda, um, makes me sad to talk about. Can you just turn the music up?”

“Of course.” 

You fell silent for the rest of the ride after moving to sit up. Dunk kept an eye on you in the rearview mirror and saw a tear roll down your cheek as you stared out the window. He felt his heart twist before he focused back on the road. 

After clearing a few security checkpoints, Dunk slowly drove up to the White House. Exiting the car first and opening your door, he lifted his hand to help you down, and you took it, your hand small and soft in his. You smiled at him, looking almost sheepish. 

Dunk ushered you to one of the side doors, catching your arm when you tripped, your foot catching on a step. You looked up at him and blushed, a bright pink blooming on your cheeks. He couldn’t help but think it was the most endearing thing he’d ever seen. 

Finally inside, the Great Hall was dim, only gentle light from lamps and flickering candles filling the space. The two of you walked towards the grand staircase, and before ascending, you glanced back at Dunk. Taking his jacket from your shoulders and handing it to him, your fingers brushed his for just a breath.

“I think I can escort myself from here.” 

Dunk nodded, folding his jacket over his arm. 

“Goodnight, miss,” he said. 

You started walking up the stairs but paused and turned around after four or five steps.  

“Thanks, Dunk.” The left corner of your lip twisted up. “I’ll be less of a drunk asshole next time I see you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” 

“Goodnight.”

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