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Bud Cooper x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 30: Cunnilingus
Summary: Bud forgot a file at work, you take a trip to bring it to him.
A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry). This is so badly not beta read, I cannot stress. I am cutting this one so fine timewise.
Warnings: reader works with Bud, kissing, oral, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 1713
You race down the pavement, rain soaking into your skin. You’re practically a drowned rat at this point, sodden and cold.
You have the case file wrapped tightly to your chest, under your coat and thankfully in a metal carry case - safe from the rain.
Bud had forgotten it when he’d left, you knew he’d need it for Monday morning and probably wouldn’t even notice he hadn’t picked it up over the weekend. Not that the offices would be open even if he did.
So, with your boss’s permission, you’d looked up Bud’s home address and made your way. It hadn’t been raining when you got on the bus, but when you got off the storm clouds had been looming.
Finally, you reach his house. His car is parked in the drive, which is a small mercy. At least you know he’s in.
You duck under the shelter of his porch and ring the bell.
He's surprised when he opens the door to you, but he smiles. And it's utterly disarming.
“Hi, erm, I, so, you left…” All the practised sentences you'd gone over in your mind on the way here fall out of your head the instant you need them. “Here.” You hold out the metal case file and quickly realise he has no idea what's inside. “I…”
“Come in, come in, my god, you're soaked.” He ushers you inside, giving you a sympathetic look.
“I don't want to be any trouble-”
“No trouble at all.” He closes the door and turns to you. It's upsetting how good he looks out of his work clothes, part of you hoped that his allure was just from the pressed suit and ties he wore. But it seemed you were down bad.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, and to your obvious distress?” He smiles as he talks and you get lost in the expression for a moment.
“Distress?”
“You racing through a storm?”
“Oh… you forgot, erm, the Brandle File.” you hold up the box again, your hands shaking slightly from the cold. Rain water drips from your clothing onto his clean carpet and you wince. “I asked Mr Johnson, he gave me permission to drop it by, I know it's not professional, I don't mean to barge into your home and-”
“Hey, hey,” He looks at you warmly as he takes the box from you and puts it on the floor. His fingers brush yours and he hisses, “You're freezing!”
“I'm sorry.”
He tuts. “Don't be sorry, you'll catch your death.” He gives you an apologetic look, “all this because I haven't got my head screwed on right.”
“N-”
“I'm not taking any excuses from you for my behaviour.” He grins. “Now I'm being a terrible host.”
He ushers you upstairs and to the bathroom, handing you a laundry basket towel and dressing down. “Take a hot shower and bring your clothes down in the basket, I'll get them washed and dried for you.”
“Mr Cooper-”
“Bud.”
“Bud, I-”
“I'm not taking no for an answer sweet pea.” He smiles and leaves the room.
You sigh and stare at the full basket in your hands. It's not really like you have much of a choice.
“Use my soap if you want to!” He calls out halfway down the stairs.
The shower is wonderful, warm and soothing, and when you're done you ring out your work clothes as best you can before you put them in the basket.
The towel dressing gown is massive, it could easily fit 4 Bud's inside standing side to side, and still have room for more. It's soft and warm, and there are a pair of warm socks rolled up inside it. You put those on as well.
You hang your towel up on the side, and panically try to make sure you've put everything back in the exact place it was before you head downstairs.
It's only when your foot is on the first step that your anxiety bubbles up, nearly paralysing you. You're naked under the dressing gown. In his house. You double check the tie around your waist, making sure everything is secure.
He’s in the kitchen, bent down checking something in the oven so you have a first seat view of his ass.
God was teasing you.
“Erm, I,”
Bud spins around, still all smiles, he’s got an apron on over his house clothes that has ‘kiss the cook’ printed on it in fancy lettering. “I’ll take those, get them washed and dried for you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to.” You hate how timidly your voice comes out.
He waves a dismissive hand at you before he takes the basket. “It’s the least I can do, would you like to stay for dinner? There’s more than enough, I’ll drive you home after.” He pauses, “Not that I’m insisting on you staying, you’re more than welcome to keep the dressing gown and I’ll take you home right now.”
“No, I,” you smile a little bashfully. “Are you sure I’m not imposing?”
He shakes his head happily and busies himself by sitting you down in the living room with a hot drink before he goes to the laundry room. You have to practically beg him to make Bud stop from hunting down the spare portable heater for you.
You have a sneaky look around the room while he’s gone, just out of interest. There are a few photos, friends and family, a couple of small knick knacks.
You smile at him when he comes back in the room, “You have a lovely house.”
“Ah,” he shakes his head, “It’s not very homely. Needs some care.” He taps the door frame affectionately.
“Well, I think it’s lovely.”
He puffs his chest out a little. “Thank you.” He takes a few steps closer to you, “Oh that’s Frank, he’s an old friend.” He points to the photo you were looking at. “Fishing trip last year.”
“You like fishing?”
“Hate it,” he chuckles, “Frank loves it, I think you can see by my face there, I’m not a fan.”
You giggle.
“I mean, I like the beer, and the talking and the peace and quiet, but it was fucking freezing there even though it was the middle of May. I nearly lost toes to frostbite.” He pauses, admiring your smiling face. “Thank you for bringing the file, you’re too sweet.”
“Oh,” you shrug. “It’s nothing.”
“I don’t think so, I don’t know anyone else that would do that for their boss, let alone for someone that isn’t your boss.”
You shift a little, biting your lip, trying not to let your embarrassment bubble up and overwhelm you completely. “Well…”
“I think…” Bud smiles, lightly touching your cheek and titling your head up so that you meet his gaze. “You might have a soft spot for me?”
You freeze, unable to look away from his soft eyes.
“I know I’ve got one for you.” He breathes, leaning a fraction closer. “Do you think I could try a little something, just to make it up to you? Repay you for the favour?”
“I…” You swallow. “It was no problem…”
“Please?” He smiles sweetly, you didn’t notice him take a step nearer, but you moan softly when he presses his lips to yours and groans.
It barely takes a moment before he’s licking into your mouth and walking you backwards to the sofa.
He presses you down gently before he climbs on top of you, kissing you senseless. It’s like he’s everywhere, all at once, stroking and sighing as you lean closer and wrap your arms around him.
His fingers trail down, then up your legs, lightly pushing the dressing gown higher. He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. “Can I?” He asks softly, once more looking at you with those heartbreaker eyes.
You nod, not trusting your voice. Part of you is so sure you shouldn’t be doing this, but the other doesn’t give a single fuck.
He grins happily, scooting down and pushing your clothing higher, and up to your hips. Anxiety begins to swirl and settle, but Bud groans, his eyes rolling back for a second.
“Fuck me, if this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” He licks his bottom lip before he dips down, his warm hands pulling your right thigh onto his shoulder.
You gasp as his mouth touches you and grab at the cushions as he places a soft, light kiss to your clit before he flicks out his tongue.
“Taste so good too.” He mutters, lightheaded. Something about the taste of his own soap mixed with your skin is driving him crazy. He laps again, a long slow lick through your folds that he savours while he pushes at his hardening cock with the heel of his hand.
The little whimper that escapes your throat makes him feral, makes him want to push and push until all he is pulling from you is those sounds.
He moans happily, watching you with lidding, hazy eyes as he licks, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue after every swipe.
“Fuck,” you squirm, breathing hard and trying to get closer to the sweet warmth of his mouth. He grins, pressing closer to you and kneading the back of your thighs with his hands pushing you up and nearer, letting you rock and ride exactly how you want to.
“Bud, please,” your toes curl, pleasure shivering along your limbs, mixing with the pent up anxiety to hurtle you towards your peak.
He moans against you, the vibrations running up your nerves. Your legs part to shake, moving without your control as the sensation builds and builds and builds. You throw your head back, your spine arching as pleasure explodes out and along your skin, bathing you in its soft glow.
You come hard against his mouth, rocking and pulsing as he continues to lap and lick, whining ever so slightly when your cum finally hits his tongue. He slows his movements only stopping when your muscles relax.
“Fuck,” he wipes his mouth greedily, already craving your slick on his tongue again. “You know what, I don’t think I quite made it up to you enough.” He grins cheekily, “I think two or three more should do it.”
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