Dirty Talk - Requested by storybycorey - July 17th, 2019

Season 7 - "What words do you like to hear during sex?"

"You-, um, I don't mind if you want to talk dirty."

She'd rushed the last few words so that they were almost just an incoherent mumble. The whole sentence was said with a level of timidity and shyness that endeared him. Ever since they started having sex, she wasn't as forthcoming with her preferences as he would have anticipated, so he hung on every hint he got.

A lot of her preferences came out through her projecting her desires as his own and then validating them.

If you want to be harder you can.

If you want to pin me to the bed, I wouldn't mind.

I'm flexible, so if you bend me like that it's fine.

He never questioned it because it was always in the heat of the moment and anything he could do to get her off went without saying. But he'd been starting to realize that it may seem like everything in the bedroom was done for just his pleasure, which is the opposite of what he wanted.

Now, they were both flushed and sweaty with their clothes strewn around them as he fucked her on the dining table, their meals getting cold on either side of her. As soon as that little sentence left her mouth, he wasn't going to let it go this time.

He leaned his weight forward so that their pubic bones ground together as he plunged deeper, leaning over her lust adorned face. "Do you want me to talk dirty?," he asked huskily.

She looked startled at his question while her legs wrapped around his lower back. "I, I think it's nice. If you wan-"

"No," he whispered, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down on the table with the pressure he knew drove her crazy. "Do you like dirty talk?"

She moaned as he rolled his hips against hers, causing the tip of his cock to brush against her g-spot. "Yeah," she inhaled, letting her head fall back.

"What words do you like to hear during sex?" he asked, pumping into her lethargically so he could focus on this.

"Mulder," she whined. If it wasn't for the fact she instigated sex nintey percent of the time and instigated at least three or four days every week, he'd be afraid she didn't really want it just based on how hard it was for her to reveal these details to him. She was painfully private and while he didn't want to push her, he wanted her to know there was nothing she could tell him that would make him think less of her. It was just impossible.

"Please, Scully. I just want to know what you like," he reassured, leaning down and kissing the hollow of her throat and licking the little pool of sweat that had gathered there.

"There's no sp-specific words," she breathed, writhing beneath him.

"Sentiments?" he asked, interlocking his fingers with hers while still keeping them down.

"I-," she began, gasping a little at a new angle as she gathered her courage. "I just like hearing that you like it," she whispered, surprising him by making eye contact with him.

She looked so nervous and vulnerable despite her obvious pleasure and it made his heart clench in his chest. Is that why she framed everything in regards to his pleasure? Is that what turned her on or was she worried he wasn't enjoying himself. Admittedly, she was more vocal during sex than he was. It was almost as if she couldn't contain her little whimpers or gasps or moans. It turned him on insurmountably, but he hadn't realized she might have wanted the same audible reassurance.

Picking up the pace and leaning down closer to the side of her head, he growled, "I don't just like it. I love being inside you."

He felt her breath hitch as her hip's undulations sped up to match his tempo. "You're so tight, I can barely stand it. You feel so good wrapped around my cock."

"Oh my god," she whispered, tightening her grip on his hands.

Being selfish for just one moment, he sternly asked, "Do you like that Scully? Does it feel good when I fuck you?"

"God, yes," she cried throatily, arching her back to give him a deeper angle.

The reassurance made his balls tighten and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as she moved one of her legs to drape over his shoulder. "Yeah, put your leg there. You're so fucking sexy, Scully."

She looked at him while her body shook from the impacts of his thrusts. Her brows were starting to furrow and he could sense her orgasm coming on, which he was thankful for since he didn't know how much longer he could hold out with that look on her face. "You have no idea how much you turn me on," he praised in a throaty baritone.

"Oh FUCK, Mulder!" She screamed as her body quaked with the power of her orgasm overtook her. He felt her walls spasm and clamp down on him and it made his eyes roll as he released deep inside her. He thrust a few times, drawing out their orgasms while he chanted her name.

"Yeah…that was perfect," she admitted with a laugh.