Dom Scully - Requested by Anonymous - May 25th, 2019

Season whatever you prefer - Dominance

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

They were on his couch after a night watching a sci-fi movie marathon. It's your birthday, she'd cooed before crawling onto his lap and teasing him like it was her favorite past time.

Which, honestly, he was starting to think that it was.

She was riding him with so much intensity, he was sure her knees were going to be bruised in the morning, that when they got up from the couch, the leather would be cracked with a big wet spot on it. She was so close to him, so warm, so flushed, so Dana fucking Scully moaning with his dick shoved inside her that all he could do was try to meet her thrust for thrust and put off the inevitable orgasm that had been building since she touched him for the first time this evening.

God, everytime she was on a downstroke and she ended up fully on his lap, every part of his groin intimately coming in contact with hers, he felt like he was about to explode. Her thighs on either side of his hips, the tendons where their legs met her pubis straining with the effort of her movements, her pubic hair coming down to brush against his own, her wetness absolutely coating his lap. Not only that, but the only visual stimulation he had in this current moment was her pert breasts bouncing lewdly on her chest, which was flushed with arousal and littered with freckles, each one having been accounted for with a lick of his tongue since this thing they were doing all started.

"S-scully," he whimpered, his head rolling back on the couch, a simple utterance that signaled he was close. So fucking close. If she just kept-

Then, without another word, she thrusted up so high that he slid out of her, his dick falling back to hit his stomach as she sat back on his mid-thigh and stayed there. He whimpered pathetically and he'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so goddamned aroused. His body involuntarily bucked forward, phantomly trying to seek out the sensations he needed more than his next breath. "Not yet," she said as if she wasn't even affected by this - something which the dilations of her eyes and the arousal coating her thighs signalled to the contrary.

He pouted, but he couldn't complain when she captured his lips with her own and sucked his soul out with a kiss. God he loves her, god he loves her, god he loves her. Everything about sexual Scully felt foreshadowed by the years he lived with Scully at work. The desire for control, her need to be right, her joy taken in being right - it was all reflected in moments like this.

She'd just started kissing his neck and his dick has just twitched from under her when he couldn't stop the words from coming out. "P-please," he whispered.

"Please what?" she asked, a smile so evident in her tone that she neednt take her mouth off his neck for him to be certain it was there.

"I need to-" he gasped as she undulated her hips on top of his, his cock brushing intimately against her folds.

"You need to what, Mulder?" she teased.

Fucking little minx.

" I need to be inside you, Scully," he whimpered. Then as she started arching away, he added, "Please."

She was silent and he felt his whole body near-shaking as she rocked against him. Then, without warning, she plunged herself down on him and resumed her prior actions as if there had never been a break. A sheen of sweat had started to break out over her body, making her glow against the golden bulb of his lamp. He couldn't help himself, he drew his arms around her back and brought her closer to him, then, opening his mouth, he placed his tongue in the middle of breasts and licked a trail all the way up to her neck.

"F-fuck, Mul-der," she whispered, her moan broken up by the power of her own thrusts.

God, it was amazing the power she had over him. Just from that he could feel the tingling in his abdomen getting stronger, the need for release in his cock getting so intense he felt like every stroke was getting him closer and closer to-

Then she halted her movements entirely, clamping herself down on his lap so intently that she made it clear she wasn't going to move. "Sc-sculeee," he whined, not caring how pathetic he sounded. Ever cell in his body was screaming that he needed to come.

She didn't seem to take any mercy on him. She just laughed and he desperately tried to get something out of the way her body shook with each chuckle. His lip was throbbing from biting it so hard and he was sure in a few years he'd have a wrinkle in the middle of his forehead from furrowing his brow so much at her sexual torture.

"Yes? Mulder?" she asked innocently, giving him a little relief by rocking her body once in his lap. He could feel every inch of his cock buried inside of her and it made him want to grab her hips, lift her up, and fuck her until they both screamed.

But he couldn't. The orgams he had after enduring Scully's cruel withholding always were the most powerful. She had full control of him, and, from the coy smile threatening to rip her face open, she knew that too.

"I want to come," he begged, shutting his eyes as she rocked on his lap hands had taken up residence on her ass and he was finding idle pleasure in kneading the meat there, pressing so he could feel her ass come in contact with his aching balls.

"Do you?" she teased, raising her hands to play with her own breasts.

"Yes, please, Scully," he nodded, watching with rapt attention as her fingers pinched and pulled at her pebbled nipples.

"Hmmm," she presented to muse, moving her hands to his shoulders and smiling wider at the way he perked up. "I suppose you have made me come three times already," she added.

Then, again, without warning, she squeezed her thighs around him and started riding him again, her breasts in his face, and her little moans and pants of pleasure loud in his ear.

He grabbed her hips and started thrusting without abandon. He was pumping so hard he could feel her ass shaking with each impact. "Oh my god, Mulder," she gasped, grabbing onto him.

She then maneuvered in his lap so, his hands were still on her hips, but they were facing each other and he could see himself slide in and out of her rapidly as she reclined back. "I want to feel you come inside me Mulder. Let go," she demanded.

Her wish was his command and, at her words, he felt himself go over the edge, his cock expanding and releasing hot inside of her. His eyes clamped shut as he desperately went as deep in her as he could but, from the way her walls were spasming around him and milking him, he knew she was coming too.

His balls felt tight for a minute straight as he gave her everything he had to give. After the power of the orgasm, he felt like his whole body was vibrating and that his hearing was deafened by the beating of his own heart.

Mulder felt Scully's own shaking start to calm down as she leaned forward and started littering his face with sweet little kisses and words of affirmation.

God, he loved this woman.