See, it's really hard to maintain this cool and sexy exterior when he's already got the whole demonic office exec vibe going. The horns and the desk and the chair make one hell of an imposing figure, but then he has to go and lean back and reveal the tiniest bit of the gorgeous bod she knows is under those clothes and she has to take a moment to pull herself together. It involves putting the candy back in her mouth and crunching it.
She's supposed to be driving him crazy with want, not the other way around as per usual. Fuck. Okay. Breathe.
She hops off the desk and takes slow, deliberate steps to stand in front of him facing the door. Her tail swishes over his thighs and she drops the chewed up stick of her lollipop in the trash before turning around to face him properly. What better way to get the upper hand back than taunting him with her ass only to slowly kneel down between his legs and back herself under the desk, hidden from view? Oh. Oh, wait. She's got a secret weapon.
"You've just been working so hard, putting in all these long hours, and I just..." Her hands slide up his knees, over his thighs, pulling him closer to her as she situates herself, "I just missed you, Daddy."
Rumlow almost wishes Kenzi wasn't wearing panties, the way she bends like that, tail sure to give him a good view. Makes his dick jump, his breath catch. Damn, though. With them is good too, the lines emphasizing the curves of her ass. Point two in her favor, though Rumlow knows he's already got one himself, the way she cracked that lollipop.
She goes to her knees, and Rumlow's eyes follow, watching her slow descent. Her hands run over his thighs and his cock thickens, pushes against his underwear. His eyes flick to the door and back. She pulls him closer and Rumlow's hand goes down to settle atop her head, stroke her hair and then -- fuck.
The word's drawn out, slow, shuddered in his mind. She said it. Holy fuck, she said it. Rumlow had only been teasing her, the other day, doubtful Kenzi would really play along. And now?
Rumlow's dick is aching.
"Oh sweetheart," he says, looking at her with a twisted mix of lust and affection. "You came all the way to Daddy's work just to see me?"
Current score is 3 to 1. Maybe more because the look in Rumlow's eyes is just screaming BONUS POINTS and has her grinning from ear to ear. Kenzi's come to understand some things about Rumlow, one of which is that when he teases about things, there's always some hint of truth to it. Orgasm denial anyone? That shit had gotten real by the second 'date'.
There's some kind of added rush to pleasing a guy like Rumlow. Someone that's been there, done that, bought the damn t-shirt getting all riled up and hot and bothered because of something you just did? It's a pretty powerful feeling.
"Uh-huh." She nods her head, pigtails bouncing as she rubs her hand over his cock, palming at it through the material of his pants. She blinks up at him, tilting her head just so, biting her lower lip as deft fingers unzip his fly. "But you don't wanna get in trouble, do you? You have to promise to be quiet so no one catches us."
Shifting his hips slightly, Rumlow feels his cock straining at his underwear as if it's trying to move towards Kenzi's welcoming palm. He lets out a low rumble, nods his head. He can stay absolutely silent, she'll find. Though where's the fun in that? Tempting fate by making a little noise is way better. He's a bit of an exhibitionist, so sue him.
"I can be quiet," he says, dropping his hand down to cup her cheek. His thumb runs light over her bottom lip, presses it down. It ain't hard to picture what she's about to do. Keep those damn gorgeous eyes on him while her mouth wraps around his cock. Rumlow chucks her under the chin and settles back against his chair.
"Just know if someone does come, Daddy's gotta pretend you aren't here, sweetheart," he says, "Doesn't mean Daddy wants you to stop, though. Understood?"
Really, Rumlow? Kenzi had no idea you liked an audience with the way you're always flinging her up against walls, making her scream, lingering too long in public spaces within the house and that time you fucked her in an alley behind the bar. God. Would she be under his desk at his place of work right now if she didn't know that checked one of his boxes?
She's not sure what causes her to shiver more, the hand on her cheek or the Daddy thing. Fuck, she did not expect to be so into that. Like, seriously... it's doing something for her.
"Yes, Daddy." See? See, she's totes keeping it up. Wow. Her soul is ten million percent damned forever now. She pushes up on her knees, tugging at the waistband of Rumlow's underwear to pull him out. Hello friend. Her eyes do stay locked on his as she noses against his cock, experimentally flicking her tongue along the underside of the shaft only to press the softest kiss to the head.
"I'm not gonna stop until you're all finished." There's a flash of the most wicked, little smile before she takes him into her mouth.
Mirroring her shiver, Rumlow's hands move to his desk, palms flat against the faux wood top. He takes in a breath, and gives her a smile. Real sweet, 'cause she sure is. Head tilted just so, Rumlow's got her in his sights, but anyone walking by would just assume he's looking at the monitor. Perfect.
Good thing too, since Kenzi's already getting started, tonguing at his dick like she hasn't done this a thousand times before. His tail swishes behind him, pleased at her declaration.
"Good girl," he murmurs, just as she's swallowing him down. The effect is immediate, even with as often as he gets it. Kenzi's got a good mouth, full of quips and teases, but she excels here too. Warm, wet, she doesn't shy and Rumlow sighs in contentment. His thighs spread a little wider, giving her some more room, with such a small space that she's tucked into under his desk.
"Feels good to suck Daddy's cock, doesn't it?" he asks, voice low as he drags his keyboard over to feign typing.
Yeah, it's a little cramped down here, and she's gotta keep her head low so she can't be seen from the door, but she manages. She appreciates him giving her some space to work. Unpaid overtime anyone?
It's impossible to take all of him. She's TRIED! The most she can really manage is a few seconds of deep throating before her gag reflex can no longer be suppressed and it just ruins everything! Doesn't mean she doesn't still try every once in a while. It's during one of these bouts of stubbornness that he asks her if it feels good and she voices her agreement in a hum that vibrates through her throat and his dick. She pulls off his cock as her throat tightens and pumps the now slick shaft with her hand a few times as she catches her breath.
What? Maybe she wants him to make a little noise. It's not like she went right for the horns this time! This is tame for her.
Her free hand settles on his thigh, grasping firmly as she goes back to sucking on the head of his cock, bobbing in time with her hand movements. God forbid if she and Chase ever get competitive about this shit, maybe it'll end with Rumlow destroyed for a change.
That vibration runs all the way down his cock, and Rumlow moans to feel it. Keeps quiet, at least, only enough that she can hear him. Hot that she chokes on him too, pushes herself to take all that dick, even knowing she can't. Makes him wanna hold her down, maybe guide her head by those cute little pigtails. As tempting as it is to hear her gag, he's not gonna run the risk of her bashing her head on the desk or something when she tries to violently pull back to keep from heaving. That's not so sexy.
Watching her hand wrap around his dick and stroke him off while she quietly pants, though? Definitely. A thick pearl of precome beads at the slit, but it soon disappears as she sucks him down again, focused on the head. Rumlow groans, leans forward just a little more. It's good. He swallows, glances towards the door. Someone's walking down the hall, but they don't stop. His hand drops down, fingers gathering in Kenzi's hair. He doesn't pull, but he's tempted.
"Doin' so good, sweetheart," he murmurs, "Daddy's so proud, you're taking so much of my dick, just makes Daddy want to bend you over the desk and fuck you right in front of everyone..."
Awh, what a gentleman! Not making her choke on his dick on the off chance she ends up with head trauma, so romantic! Rumlow, you're the worst. This is the worst. This situation is so bad and she never thought in a million years she'd be doing something like this with someone like him.
The hand in her hair is one thing, she's just waiting for a tug or a yank that never comes, but it's the shit coming out of his mouth that has her squirming under the desk. The thought of him actually following through, pulling her up and bending her over, fuck that visual. She's suddenly very aware of the heat in her cunt and the damp spot in her panties. He hasn't even fucking touched her, Kenz, this is pathetic. She's so into him that it's actually kind of sad. Look, she's aware of it, she just can't stop it. It is what it is.
Her tail curls up behind her, flicking with every bob of her head. She pulls back, lifting his cock to give long, languid licks to the underside and short, swirls of her tongue around the head. The tip of her tongue flicks at the piercing and she bats her eyelashes.
"Are you gonna cum for me, Daddy?" She mouths at his dick, just brushing her lips over it as her hand gives another stroke. "I promise not to make a mess."
"That what you want?" Rumlow asks, voice a little strained as she teases him with those little touches of her lips. "Gonna swallow it all down?"
He peeks up again, hearing the telltale sound of someone crossing by his door. A pair of them, chatting away. They pause, but it's only to make room for someone else. They continue and Rumlow breathes out, looking back down at Kenzi. His fingers bunch in her hair, pulling slow. He groans just to see her like this and he's torn.
He wants real bad to watch her swallow his cock, throat working to get it all down, not spill a drop like the good girl she's been. But God, the image of her skirt flipped up, panties yanked to the side and just slipping into her, 'cause he knows she's got to be wet for him, the way she's looking. That would definitely catch the attention of his coworkers though. He rumbles.
"How 'bout this," he says, knowing how he can have his cake and eat it too. "You make Daddy come, swallow every drop, and Daddy will give you a present when he gets home from work." Rumlow's lips turn up into a smirk, "Just have to promise to wear this, okay sweetheart?"
Kenzi full on giggles when he lets out that actual sigh of relief when the demon coworkers move on and he can focus his attention back down on her. This is legitimately fun. It's a nice change of pace watching him do the squirming for a change. Mental squirming still counts. It's just nice to have the upper hand for once, you know... despite being on her knees.
The decision he finally comes to is a favourable one. Kenzi is so very okay with this. She shudders, thinking about all kinds of things they could get into later, closing her eyes, lips parted. "Oh I promise." She loses a bit of the act as she pictures him tearing her up. Her tail winds around his ankle and when she opens her eyes again, they're all kinds of glassy and full of want.
She sighs, breath warm against his cock, and half-moans, half-whispers "Yes, Daddy." as she takes him into her mouth again. It's less about the tongue, more about the suction and the speed of her movements as she tries desperately to get him off.
He could try to keep up appearances, sit forward so he looks like he's typing away, but it's too good. Sinking back into his seat, Rumlow's hands settle on the arm rests once more, fingers gripping tight. She's got the talent, the way she's got this rhythm down. It's working, dragging him closer and closer with every suck. His breath hitches, switching between watching -- lips wrapped tight around his shaft, slick and shining with spit -- and shutting his eyes, imagining how good she'll look on her hands and knees, fingers hooked in her panties, pulling them aside.
Fuck..!
The imagined sound of her voice crying 'daddy, daddy!' while he pounds her into the bed? That fucking does it. Rumlow's head falls back against his chair, fingers gripping the armrests tight, making them creak. His cock twitches, and Rumlow moans. A few thick ropes fill her mouth and Rumlow pries a hand off the chair, puts it atop her head to keep her there.
Hips shallowly thrusting forward, he finally stops coming, and his body grows lax. Fingers carding through Kenzi's hair, Rumlow's hand slides down. He tips his face back down, looking at her through hooded eyes.
"You've made Daddy very happy, sweetheart," he purrs. "Such a good girl, coming all the way over here just to suck Daddy's cock, make him feel better."
The trick to not choking when a guy holds your head down? Just keep swallowing. Thanks Dory. No, seriously, just keep your tongue down and let that shiz slide down your throat and try not to think about it too much and there will be minimal gagging for all involved. Even when he mildly fucks your face a little. Life hacks!
He could run his fingers through her hair all damn day and he knows it. That little sensation spurs her on to clean him off with her tongue, making sure there's no mess when she tucks his dick back into his underwear.
She scoots forward, pressing further between his thighs and rising up on her knees to smile up at him. She slides her hands up under his shirt because this has been such an incredibly long time for her to go without feeling up his abs, okay? Fucking hardship. Don't deny her. She looks so damn pleased with herself, too.
"I like making you happy, Daddy." And taking away valuable time he could be using to work for this shitty company at the same time. "Your cock tastes so good--" Fuck, she's losing it again. Trying to suppress her laughter, covering her mouth with her arm and pressing her chest against his crotch.
"I'm sorry-- I'm totes getting a leg cramp, Rumlow, holy fuck."
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Date: 2016-11-01 04:20 pm (UTC)She's supposed to be driving him crazy with want, not the other way around as per usual. Fuck. Okay. Breathe.
She hops off the desk and takes slow, deliberate steps to stand in front of him facing the door. Her tail swishes over his thighs and she drops the chewed up stick of her lollipop in the trash before turning around to face him properly. What better way to get the upper hand back than taunting him with her ass only to slowly kneel down between his legs and back herself under the desk, hidden from view? Oh. Oh, wait. She's got a secret weapon.
"You've just been working so hard, putting in all these long hours, and I just..." Her hands slide up his knees, over his thighs, pulling him closer to her as she situates herself, "I just missed you, Daddy."
... Listen, she's ALREADY in Hell. Don't judge.
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Date: 2016-11-01 07:41 pm (UTC)She goes to her knees, and Rumlow's eyes follow, watching her slow descent. Her hands run over his thighs and his cock thickens, pushes against his underwear. His eyes flick to the door and back. She pulls him closer and Rumlow's hand goes down to settle atop her head, stroke her hair and then -- fuck.
The word's drawn out, slow, shuddered in his mind. She said it. Holy fuck, she said it. Rumlow had only been teasing her, the other day, doubtful Kenzi would really play along. And now?
Rumlow's dick is aching.
"Oh sweetheart," he says, looking at her with a twisted mix of lust and affection. "You came all the way to Daddy's work just to see me?"
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Date: 2016-11-01 08:04 pm (UTC)There's some kind of added rush to pleasing a guy like Rumlow. Someone that's been there, done that, bought the damn t-shirt getting all riled up and hot and bothered because of something you just did? It's a pretty powerful feeling.
"Uh-huh." She nods her head, pigtails bouncing as she rubs her hand over his cock, palming at it through the material of his pants. She blinks up at him, tilting her head just so, biting her lower lip as deft fingers unzip his fly. "But you don't wanna get in trouble, do you? You have to promise to be quiet so no one catches us."
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Date: 2016-11-01 08:48 pm (UTC)"I can be quiet," he says, dropping his hand down to cup her cheek. His thumb runs light over her bottom lip, presses it down. It ain't hard to picture what she's about to do. Keep those damn gorgeous eyes on him while her mouth wraps around his cock. Rumlow chucks her under the chin and settles back against his chair.
"Just know if someone does come, Daddy's gotta pretend you aren't here, sweetheart," he says, "Doesn't mean Daddy wants you to stop, though. Understood?"
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Date: 2016-11-01 09:13 pm (UTC)She's not sure what causes her to shiver more, the hand on her cheek or the Daddy thing. Fuck, she did not expect to be so into that. Like, seriously... it's doing something for her.
"Yes, Daddy." See? See, she's totes keeping it up. Wow. Her soul is ten million percent damned forever now. She pushes up on her knees, tugging at the waistband of Rumlow's underwear to pull him out.
Hello friend. Her eyes do stay locked on his as she noses against his cock, experimentally flicking her tongue along the underside of the shaft only to press the softest kiss to the head."I'm not gonna stop until you're all finished." There's a flash of the most wicked, little smile before she takes him into her mouth.
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Date: 2016-11-01 09:37 pm (UTC)Good thing too, since Kenzi's already getting started, tonguing at his dick like she hasn't done this a thousand times before. His tail swishes behind him, pleased at her declaration.
"Good girl," he murmurs, just as she's swallowing him down. The effect is immediate, even with as often as he gets it. Kenzi's got a good mouth, full of quips and teases, but she excels here too. Warm, wet, she doesn't shy and Rumlow sighs in contentment. His thighs spread a little wider, giving her some more room, with such a small space that she's tucked into under his desk.
"Feels good to suck Daddy's cock, doesn't it?" he asks, voice low as he drags his keyboard over to feign typing.
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Date: 2016-11-01 10:17 pm (UTC)It's impossible to take all of him. She's TRIED! The most she can really manage is a few seconds of deep throating before her gag reflex can no longer be suppressed and it just ruins everything! Doesn't mean she doesn't still try every once in a while. It's during one of these bouts of stubbornness that he asks her if it feels good and she voices her agreement in a hum that vibrates through her throat and his dick. She pulls off his cock as her throat tightens and pumps the now slick shaft with her hand a few times as she catches her breath.
What? Maybe she wants him to make a little noise. It's not like she went right for the horns this time! This is tame for her.
Her free hand settles on his thigh, grasping firmly as she goes back to sucking on the head of his cock, bobbing in time with her hand movements. God forbid if she and Chase ever get competitive about this shit, maybe it'll end with Rumlow destroyed for a change.
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Date: 2016-11-01 11:12 pm (UTC)Watching her hand wrap around his dick and stroke him off while she quietly pants, though? Definitely. A thick pearl of precome beads at the slit, but it soon disappears as she sucks him down again, focused on the head. Rumlow groans, leans forward just a little more. It's good. He swallows, glances towards the door. Someone's walking down the hall, but they don't stop. His hand drops down, fingers gathering in Kenzi's hair. He doesn't pull, but he's tempted.
"Doin' so good, sweetheart," he murmurs, "Daddy's so proud, you're taking so much of my dick, just makes Daddy want to bend you over the desk and fuck you right in front of everyone..."
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Date: 2016-11-02 01:24 am (UTC)The hand in her hair is one thing, she's just waiting for a tug or a yank that never comes, but it's the shit coming out of his mouth that has her squirming under the desk. The thought of him actually following through, pulling her up and bending her over, fuck that visual. She's suddenly very aware of the heat in her cunt and the damp spot in her panties. He hasn't even fucking touched her, Kenz, this is pathetic. She's so into him that it's actually kind of sad. Look, she's aware of it, she just can't stop it. It is what it is.
Her tail curls up behind her, flicking with every bob of her head. She pulls back, lifting his cock to give long, languid licks to the underside and short, swirls of her tongue around the head. The tip of her tongue flicks at the piercing and she bats her eyelashes.
"Are you gonna cum for me, Daddy?" She mouths at his dick, just brushing her lips over it as her hand gives another stroke. "I promise not to make a mess."
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Date: 2016-11-02 05:55 pm (UTC)He peeks up again, hearing the telltale sound of someone crossing by his door. A pair of them, chatting away. They pause, but it's only to make room for someone else. They continue and Rumlow breathes out, looking back down at Kenzi. His fingers bunch in her hair, pulling slow. He groans just to see her like this and he's torn.
He wants real bad to watch her swallow his cock, throat working to get it all down, not spill a drop like the good girl she's been. But God, the image of her skirt flipped up, panties yanked to the side and just slipping into her, 'cause he knows she's got to be wet for him, the way she's looking. That would definitely catch the attention of his coworkers though. He rumbles.
"How 'bout this," he says, knowing how he can have his cake and eat it too. "You make Daddy come, swallow every drop, and Daddy will give you a present when he gets home from work." Rumlow's lips turn up into a smirk, "Just have to promise to wear this, okay sweetheart?"
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Date: 2016-11-02 07:30 pm (UTC)The decision he finally comes to is a favourable one. Kenzi is so very okay with this. She shudders, thinking about all kinds of things they could get into later, closing her eyes, lips parted. "Oh I promise." She loses a bit of the act as she pictures him tearing her up. Her tail winds around his ankle and when she opens her eyes again, they're all kinds of glassy and full of want.
She sighs, breath warm against his cock, and half-moans, half-whispers "Yes, Daddy." as she takes him into her mouth again. It's less about the tongue, more about the suction and the speed of her movements as she tries desperately to get him off.
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Date: 2016-11-02 08:41 pm (UTC)Fuck..!
The imagined sound of her voice crying 'daddy, daddy!' while he pounds her into the bed? That fucking does it. Rumlow's head falls back against his chair, fingers gripping the armrests tight, making them creak. His cock twitches, and Rumlow moans. A few thick ropes fill her mouth and Rumlow pries a hand off the chair, puts it atop her head to keep her there.
Hips shallowly thrusting forward, he finally stops coming, and his body grows lax. Fingers carding through Kenzi's hair, Rumlow's hand slides down. He tips his face back down, looking at her through hooded eyes.
"You've made Daddy very happy, sweetheart," he purrs. "Such a good girl, coming all the way over here just to suck Daddy's cock, make him feel better."
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Date: 2016-11-02 09:51 pm (UTC)Thanks Dory. No, seriously, just keep your tongue down and let that shiz slide down your throat and try not to think about it too much and there will be minimal gagging for all involved. Even when he mildly fucks your face a little. Life hacks!He could run his fingers through her hair all damn day and he knows it. That little sensation spurs her on to clean him off with her tongue, making sure there's no mess when she tucks his dick back into his underwear.
She scoots forward, pressing further between his thighs and rising up on her knees to smile up at him. She slides her hands up under his shirt because this has been such an incredibly long time for her to go without feeling up his abs, okay? Fucking hardship. Don't deny her. She looks so damn pleased with herself, too.
"I like making you happy, Daddy." And taking away valuable time he could be using to work for this shitty company at the same time. "Your cock tastes so good--" Fuck, she's losing it again. Trying to suppress her laughter, covering her mouth with her arm and pressing her chest against his crotch.
"I'm sorry-- I'm totes getting a leg cramp, Rumlow, holy fuck."