Dom Mulder - Requested by Anonymous - March 25th, 2019
Season 7 - Mulder finds out a little something about Scully

"Tell me what to do," she rasped in between bruising kisses. The buttons of her blouse bursting open while her skirt inched higher and higher, making her once professional outfit look anything but as she squirmed on his lap.

His brain was already having a hard time keeping up while all his blood rushed to a more pressing part of his body, so he didn't catch onto her implication. Instead, he naively replied, "Keep going," grabbing a handful of her ass to pull her closer to him.

He'd had a swollen lip captured between his teeth before she pulled away to look through the haze of lust into his eyes. "N-no, tell me what you want me to do," she panted.

It was the look of vulnerable trust, the flush of her cheeks and the quiver of her voice, that keyed him in on what she actually doing and he swore his cock couldn't get any harder. Scully wanted him to order her around. He didn't even do that on a normal basis let alone when they were in bed. His head swam with years of fantasies that had the potential to become reality with a simple command. "A-are you sure?" he asked, trying to maintain focus while she idly rocked against his erection.

She bent in for a kiss, but instead of letting her lips press to his, she stopped a millimeter short and whispered, "I'll do anything you want."

A shudder ran through his body as he digested her words. He'd never done this before and he didn't know how to start, so he went with something simple. Clearing his throat in an attempt to pull off the domineering voice he assumed she wanted, he stated, "Strip."

He expected some sort of natural rejection to him making her do anything. A roll of her eyes, a laugh at his stupid waste of a command, a 'that's not what I meant Mulder', - but instead she immediately got off his lap and did just as he told her. Maintaining eye contact with him the entire time, she fearlessly removed the rest of her crumpled shirt before sliding her skirt down her toned legs. He barely had any time to process what was happening with all the new flesh being revealed to him, and then he remembered what she'd said, so he decided to test it out. As her hands reached behind her, he commanded, "Slowly."

Then just like that, her movements slowed so that he got to enjoy every second of her revealing her breasts like a frame-by-frame playback. The straps sliding off her creamy shoulders, the way her breasts fell lightly once released from the confines of the cups, how her nipples puckered when exposed to the cool night air of his apartment. She tangled the bra tauntingly between her fingers until it fell to the floor with a muffled thud.

This was like a choose your own adventure porn game with the woman of his fantasies and he couldn't help but stroke himself through his jeans while he watched her. Noticing his appreciation, a coy smile broke out on her face and she languidly hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her black panties. "Turn around," he stated without even thinking.

Another smirk tugged on her lips but she complied without a word. Turning around, she made a show of his request. Rocking her hips teasingly as she bent herself over and dragged her panties down her legs inch by inch, raising one foot at a time slowly to step out of the quickly forgotten garment. From this angle, he could see her arousal coating her swollen pink labia lips, so much so that it was running onto the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath. She must have heard his appreciation because, instead of standing back upright, she reached her hands around behind her and spread herself open, revealing absolutely everything to him. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head at the erotic overload and he deftly stood up and pulled his erection out of his pants. He could see she was just as ready as he was and he was about to take a step forward to plunge himself into her when a better idea rose to mind.

"I want you to back up onto me," he commanded, whipping his shirt off so he was naked with her. She looked over her shoulder at him with a look of pure animalistic lust as she stepped back. Always one to follow the rules, she did verbatim what he asked. She didn't let her hands wander to help guide him to her entrance, instead she let her hips undulate inch by inch as the tip of his cock rubbed all over her folds and ultimately lined them up.

As soon as they were ready, she eased herself back onto him, letting him sheath himself in her warmth.

"Ride me like this."

A moan left Scully's lips as she started using her momentum to rock against him, fucking him while he watched the flesh of her ass shake with each powerful impact. God, never in his wildest dreams would he have imaged Scully letting him do this, let alone that she got off on it. And that was one thing he was sure of: this was inexplicably turning Scully on. He could tell from the way she was dripping with arousal and from the frantic, near desperate nature of her movements only minutes after he entered her. Scully liked being told what to do. Did she like being submissive? Did she like him being dominant? He wasn't quite sure, but he sure as hell wanted to figure it out. Figuring he knew damn well Scully'd tell him if he did something she didn't like - he decided to explore her boundaries by stroking her scalp from the nape of her neck to the back of her head with his fingers before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back.

Oh, she liked it.

An uncharacteristically husky moan ripped loudly from her throat as her hips started squirming against his with every downward thrust. Mulder thought it was impossible to become anymore enamoured with this woman than he already was, but of course Scully would always manage to find a way to prove him wrong. "You like that?" he asked, using his other hand to grab at her hip, bucking into her like a madman.

"Mhm," she whimpered in pleasure.

"Tell me."

"I love it," she groaned, looking over her shoulder to look at him, her eyes glazed over from the anticipation of her oncoming orgasm.

He let his hand slide out of her hair to grab her jawbone, tugging her face backwards as he leaned forward to press a rough kiss to her lips, a kiss she met back with equal passion and vigor. He broke the kiss early and was rewarded with a strand of their mixed saliva snapping back onto his chin. He released her jaw, but kept his hands on her, moving to grab the bend of her elbows with both of his hands bringing her arms behind her slightly.

"Ohmygod," she mewled, grounding down on her heels so she didn't slide on the floor from the impact of his thrusts.

Then in a moment of bold arrogance, he requested one last demand. "Come."

And in Scully's endless loyalty, she did. Hard. "Fuck!" she cried as her walls clamped down around him, blinding him with his own orgasm. He pulled her closer to him so that her ass was flush with his pubic mound as he came in her as deeply as he could, enjoying the sensation of filling her up as she rode out her orgasm.

When they were both done and his breathing returned to normal, he started to fear that he'd gone a little too far. It was his first time doing something like this and he was worried he'd been blinded by excitement. He slid out of her, erotically enjoying the way some of his come dripped out of her as he did so, before letting go of her arms and bringing her up to a standing position, running his hands over her hair soothingly.

"Scully, I-" he started. Before the apology could fully form on his lips, she whirled around and looked at him with adoration before kissing him lovingly.

She broke away and beamed, "Mulder, that was… wow."

"It wasn't too much?" he asked.

Now she rolled her eyes at him and laughed lightly. "I said 'anything' didn't I?"

Scully liked being dominated. Duly noted.