#Michael Langdon fancfic

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My Dirty Little Secret Part 1

Story idea from @kellysimagines

Warnings: Swearing, smut, angst

Summary: You’re happy with your boyfriend Duncan Shepherd, until certain events and people start to get in the way... 

“And now he’s threatening to sue the paper because of what we posted, all because we got the scoop on him money laundering! Can you believe that?!” You whined to your boyfriend.

“Mmhmm” Duncan mumbled, tapping away at his phone.

You side-eyed him, getting more than annoyed by his lack of attention. You two barely got anytime to spend with each other because your mothers were at constant war. Annette couldn’t stand your mother, and your mother, Clare, equally couldn’t stand her so your relationship with Duncan would give them both a heart attack. Possibly quite literally. As over bearing as they were, neither of you were up for being the cause of their deaths.

“So then I cut him a deal” you said.

“Basically if I slept with Mr Johnson, he’d give us the contacts of of the other stock brokers who were in on the scheme. So needless to say, we went at it on his desk” you replied tauntingly. More so to yourself since he still clearly wasn’t listening.

“Well at least you got what you needed” Duncan said exhaustingly. You understood he was busy but a few minutes of his attention was all you were after.

You picked up a couch pillow and threw it directly at Duncan’s head. He looked straight ahead of him, sighing like a parent would at an annoyed toddler before he adverted his gaze towards you.

You had a defiant pout on your face, paired with your crossed arms. You were being a bit of a brat.

“I’m sorry babe” he sighed.

“The creators of the app still haven’t figured out a coding issue which is dragging out the release date” he sighed again as his head fell back against his couch.

You uncrossed your arms, and knelt towards him. Your hand moving to under his shirt so you could massage his chest.

“Why don’t I take care of you” you purred into his ear, tongue latching out to catch his earlobe as you gave it a tug.

Duncan groaned from deep within his chest. Finally you were getting the attention you needed.

“I’m not going to go easy on you. This is your punishment for disturbing me” Duncan purred into your ear. Grabbing you by the backs of your thighs and heaving you into your bedroom.

Locking your legs around his hips, arms wrapped around his neck, you started licking your way up to his earlobe, tugging on it lightly, earning a grunt from your boyfriend and a playful slap on your ass.

“I’ve been such a bad girl” you playfully purred back at him.

You squealed when Duncan delivered a slap to your arse. No doubt leaving a handprint you would love to show off if you could.

Your back hit the mattress of your bed, you slightly bounced upon coming into contact before Duncan’s body smothered you, attacking your lips with desperate kisses.

Both of you undressing hastily, in too much of a rush to feel each other’s writhing bodies to bother with any teasing.

Immediately getting into the routine of forplay, mouths colliding, tongues licking, lips sucking, teeth biting and moans filling the room, it wasn’t long until you had him thrusting into you.

Although this was different. It wasn’t animalistic and frantic like normal.

Normally your sex was rough, edgy, and thrilling. Filled with hair pulling, skin slapping. Both your bodies supporting bruises the next day that you were only too happy to show off the day as a reminder of your nightly passions, But now?, Duncan was half heartedly thrusting into with as much vigour as as a broken jackhammer.

You frowned, watching Duncan’s facial reactions. His eyes were drooping and his breathing was light.

“Babe? You feeling okay?” You asked him mid way through a half hearted thrust.

“Mmm, yeah babe, you feel great” he replied, however his enthusiasm could’ve been more sincere.

“Baby, stop. You’re obviously too tired, let’s just rest” you told him, running your hands through his soft chocolate curls.

“No, I wanna do this” he determined.

“Dunc, you’ve gone soft, and I’m losing wood here” you laughed lightly as so not to offend him. Duncan was very proud of his skills in the bedroom. One time you faked an orgasm because you were jet lagged and boy was he pissed! You couldn’t walk for a week! Every time you sat down or crossed your legs, you would wince.

Duncan groaned, rolling off you and sighing deeply. Placing his arms behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry doll. I’m just exhausted” he confessed.

“Baby, I’m sorry you’re so tired. Is it business with the app?” You asked him as you continued to run your fingers through his soft hair. Using your fingertips to lightly massage his scalp.

He hummed in satisfaction as your delicate hands helped relax him.

“Mmm, it’s not just that. There’s events to go to, financial benefits to organise, senators to support and meet. Honestly the only help I’m getting is from Tiffany. If it weren’t for her, I’d have actually run myself into the ground”

Your eyebrows knit together in the middle of your forehead with the frown you were currently sporting upon listening to his last sentence.

Who the fuck was ‘Tiffany’?

You weren’t the jealous type, you trust Duncan and knew he would never cheat on your but he does have a reputation as a former serial womaniser.

“Tiffany? You’ve not mentioned her before” you replied as noncommittal as you could.

“She’s my new secretary. I told you about her last week” he grunted, struggling to fight the sleep that was approaching.

No he didn’t! You thought. But you weren’t going to question it but for some reason, you felt a pang in your gut. Maybe you were just over reacting.

“Babe, why’d you stop?” Duncan whined, breaking you out of your rampant unsettling thoughts.

“Hmm? What’s that hon” you asked him.

Duncan peaked one eye open and gestured to your fingers which had stop massaging his head.

You shook off your thoughts and carried on swiftly massaging his head.

It wasn’t long before his soft snores were drifting throughout the room.

Groaning lightly, Duncan turned on his side, draping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his soft breathing and light snores brought a sweet smile to your face. Duncan was yours. You had nothing to worry about.

My loves: @kellysimagines, @tickled--pinkmoodpoisoning. @stupidocupido, @avesatanormalpeoplescareme, @alexcornerblog, @petersfern-fics, @sojournmichael, @ccodyfern, @cotomandra, @confettucini, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @queencocoakimmie, @langdonalien, @sweetlangdon, @frucienlover, @gelukstraan, @dunc-donut, @sassyhollandx, @holylangdon, @lovelykhaleesiii, @sodanova, @queenie435, @crownofrowan, @sassylangdon