Closer
This shit ain't proofread, so shhhh
Sub!Phillip Graves x FemDom!Reader
"All right newbies, I am Commander Y/N, I will be teaching you the basics for today's training along side my Hu- Commander Graves and a few Shadow Lts. You point towards the guards standing next to you, "Now if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me or the Commander, now if you excuse me, I need to take a quick cigarette break, I'll be right back"
You immediately fast walk over to the lunch table out of embarrassment, you almost ratted out your marriage to all the new people.
You hastily grab a cigarette out of your pocket and search for a lighter, you feel in your pockets and you find one.. That's out of juice, unfortunately.
You hear a voice not too far and immediately get annoyed, "Lookin' for this?" A lighter "Mhm, now give it"
"Not if you say you love me first" A proud smirk lands on his face.
"Oh please my love, may I get your lighter?" You spoke in your most sarcastic voice. "Oh of course my darlin', anything for my beautiful wife" he responds back. He throws you the lighter and you catch it.
Graves leaves the table, but not without giving your ass a smack, "Hey!" You quickly shout at him as he's running as fast as he can to the training grounds.
'I'll get his sorry ass back tonight' You thought to yourself.
9:34 PM
You walk into Graves main Gunship (don't make fun of me I literally had to fucking google for a good 20 minutes to find out what they're called, also I have no clue how they work so please roll with it) and close the door, Graves heard the action and quickly turned your way, he looked at you surprisingly and let his back rest against the chair he was sitting on, he eyed the backpack you brought in.
"Watcha got there love?" He asks curiously. "Stuff" you reply with a straight face, "Okay.. What kind of stuff?" You don't respond, instead you walk closer to him and lift him off his chair and force him to stand.
You were taller than him, by a long shot, he was 6'0 while you were 6'5, so it was a bit odd for him to feel something hard against his lower back.
You lower your mouth to his ear and bite on it, licking a stripe from the bottom to the top of his ear.
He let out a whimper from your action and immediately grew a hard-on, you giggle and lift him up again, this time turning him around to face you, his legs lock around your waist and his arms around your neck.
You pull him into a kiss that turns into a make-out session, you both pull away, a string of saliva connecting you two, he moved his face closer to yours and spoke sternly "Fuck me, rough and fast over the desk right now"
"The desk? You'll mess all over the circuitry, don't want your Sargeants to wonder why their keyboards have sticky keys now do you?" (get it? I'm so funny)
"I don't care, please, please fuck me, I'll beg even harder if I have to, just fuck me!"
Oh, well he's definitely convinced you now.
You walk over to the metal desk with all the equipment on it and place him on the edge, you tell him to turn around and lie on his arms with his legs spread, he does so in a swift manner.
You pull down his pants along with underwear, his gaping hole on display for you, you opened your bag, that you surprisingly different forget, and grab the lube.
You lube up one finger and insert in in him, a small moan left his lips and he bucked his hips (banging my head against the wall).
"Oh my, so loose already? Did you miss me that much?" You teased. He wimpers in response.
You decided you didn't like the position he was in, you tell him to stand up again and as he did so you immediately grab him and lift him onto the table with his feet hanging off the edge and only his knees keeping him on the table.
You pull your pants down as well to reveal that purple strap-on that he oh so loves.
An audible whine left his lips when he saw it, you smile and you use your one hand to lock his arms behind his back with the other around his waist.
You start off slow, just to let him get used to the feeling again. But the moment you're all the way in, no mercy.
You start speeding up your pace, giving him short but rough thrust that still manage to hit his prostate dead on. The feeling starts getting too much for him and he start begging for you to go slower.
"Oh f-fuuuck, sh-shit! It's to-too much! Too ha-hard, pl-PLease go sl-slower" and soon his requests starting turning into a nonsense of babbling, a lot of "fucks" and "shits" in there as well.
And not long after tears starting pricking in his eyes, the pain was terrible but it's was soo fucking worth it, the strap hitting his prostate so perfectly was worth it.
Not long after, he finally cums, getting his slick all over himself and the ships equipment.
But that was when he felt it, you weren't stopping, even after his orgasm, you we're still going at the same pace as before, and that's when the oversensitivity hits.
"Wha-what are you do-doing!? N-no! Please! It's too fu-fucking much, pl-pleaseeee, fu-fuck!"
"What? You said you wanted rough and fast, no?
You laughed at how pathetic he looked, his legs shaking, hair sticking to his forehead, dried tears running down his cheeks, drenched in sweat and cum, god how you wished he looked this good every day.
He feels his orgasm getting closer by the second and you can tell as well by the way his breath gets quicker. You thrust at a faster pace, whimper and gasp and the feeling, "Sh-shit, c-cumming!".
And with that, he reaches his orgasm, making and even bigger mess then before, you slow yourself before coming to a complete stop.
You pull out and and grab Graves, putting him on the floor, you grab the towel from the bag and clean yourself along with Graves up, and the circuitry? A Sargeant can deal with it, poor bastard.
You dress Graves back in is outfit and carry him along with the bag to your shared room.
6:30 AM
A Shadow opens the door to the gunship, only to be met with a horrible smell, he walks further in and takes a look at the circuitry, and he figures out where the smell is coming from. Then he remembers the way Commander Y/N was carrying Commander Graves last night, the Shadow immediately blushes out of embarrassment and runs out the gunship.
"Hey, you okay?" An Lt. Asks the Sargeant
"Commander Graves is a lucky fuck" He responds out of spite and jealousy.
A/n: it's 2 am, save me
