#oh boy am i T H I R S T Y for sean wallace my lord

[goodproofingwater]

Desk smut for Sean Wallace in his fathers office, like him n his s/o had an argument before a family dinner

Tensions had been high since the moment that you had stepped foot in the Wallace house. You had always suspected that Seans mother never liked you, and the look that she gave you as your car pulled up into the drive way all but confirmed it. No matter what you did, no matter how much you tried to bond with her, you just hadn’t been able to build the connection that Sean so clearly wanted. Family was all he had, he had made that much clear. 

And so, after a few glasses of wine as canapes were passed around to the Wallaces and the Dumanis, you took the opportunity to pull your boyfriend to the side. Although chaste kisses in the corridor turned into something more sinister.

“I’m not sure what else I can do Sean?” You hissed, trying to remain calm as he once again asked you to attempt to get on with his family, “It’s clearly not something that I can control.”

His eyes rolled as the conversation went exactly the way that it always did, with the two of you agreeing not to disagree in one way or the other. 

“Honestly I’m getting sick of being the only person that seems to be trying,” You spoke, the red wine lowering your inhibitions enough to let you speak your mind, “Every time I’m in a room with that woman it’s like I’ve personally wronged her. It’s like I've done something to personally hurt her and it doesn’t make any sense. I get on well enough with the Dumani’s. Shannon and I are going shopping for rugs next week, and me and Billy get on like a house on fire.”

Sean sighed, his whole body giving off the aura of not wanting to be talking about this even though he was the person who had started talking about his mother. 

“You know that my mother isn’t like the Dumani’s. She isn’t even like Billy. She is strong-willed and relies heavily on instinct just as my father did.”

“So what? She thinks that I’m a threat? Her instinct is telling her that there’s something wrong with me?”

“Will you keep your fucking voice down” Sean hissed, the fact that you were only one wall away from the rest of the party being lost on you and he grabbed your arm, pulling you down the corridor into a room you had only been in once before. 

You had been allowed into Finn Wallace's study when you had woken up to the sound of music erupting from below you in the middle of the night when you had stayed at the Wallace house. On an evening where you had walked in to find Sean shirtless sitting on the couch and sipping Whiskey, staring at his father's chair with a glare that you had not known was pure unadulterated rage until he had taken it out on you later that evening. 

The memory of that night was clearly not lost on him as you glanced behind him to the couch that he had pinned you down on, your eyes moving softly over the hand which had choked you until your release. And although now was probably not the time to be thinking about just how well your boyfriend always fucked you, it did serve to alleviate a bit of the tension. 

“Look, I’m sorry that your mum hates me. Really I am. Because I don’t want her to, and I don’t want to spend each family dinner at each other's throats because the man I love’s mother doesn’t accept me. I would do anything to change this--to make this go smoother-- to make her like me even” 

He moved closer then, clearly moved by your declaration and the way you had apologised, effectively backing down more than he probably anticipated. Everything was about control with Sean Wallace. 

“Anything?” He spoke, his eyes moving across your lips and you couldn’t help but lick them as if he commanded your body as well as your mind. And you nodded, moving closer to him. 

“Anything.” 

It happened in a second, one of his large hands grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him, the other holding your face as your lips crashed together. 

“Sean..” you whispered, breathless as you glanced at the door, knowing that his family was only on the other side and that his mother hearing your moans would not help the situation at all. 

“I’ll keep you quiet,” was all he said as he spun you around, the hand which had been on your waist pushing your back over his fathers desk, the other pushing up your skirt and running softly along your panties before he undid his own belt. 

You moved so your back was pressed against his chest, reaching into his trousers and grabbing his erection as his lips met yours. He had always loved the ferocity that accompanied your trysts but this was something else. He held your neck to ensure your face didn’t turn from him, and you pulled him from his pants just enough that he could press inside of you from this awkward angle.

Even twisted like a pretzel this was one of the best sexual experiences you had ever had, his hips moving so deliciously inside of you that you knew you wouldn’t last long, not that you had time. As he manoeuvred you to his will and began pressing inside of you and against your g-spot in a way only a frequent lover knew how you felt yourself building, and you began to lose control.

“F-fuck..” You whispered through moans, his hand moving to cover your lips as you looked up at him innocently, his intense eyes so much that you were turned on even by that,

“Do you want everyone to know what we’re doing in here hm?” He whispered, his lips so closed that his words would be whispered against yours if his hand wasn’t the only thing holding back your euphoria. “You’re worried about my mother liking you and you’re fucking me on my fathers desk? You fucking bad girl.”

He knew you loved it, knew you got off on him calling you bad and you were sure that if the situation permitted it he would have slapped your ass or choked you or both,

“Now I’m going to keep fucking you like this because I love you and I fucking love the way that you make me feel. And after you cum all over my cock, you’re going to go out there and be a good girl all night aren’t you? You’re going to be nice to my mother, and you’re going to behave..”

His hips thrust perfectly inside you with every inflexion, and by the time he asked you to behave you would have done anything he said. Nodding desperately, you moaned quietly against his hand, and he removed it only to hear you whisper, “Yes Sir.” 

His hand pressed against you once more as he fucked you in the way only he knew how, his cock so perfect and delicious and he knew your body so well that you didn’t even need to warn him as you were getting close, and a simple whisper of “cum.” was all it took.