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A Necessary Break || Rick Flag x Reader || Smut

Pairing: Rick Flag x Lieutenant f!reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Kissing. piv.

Wordcount: 1.8k+

Rating: Lemon

[ A sexy request for @lacontroller1991 <3 I like to think Waller doesn't let him have an office as a power move. But the joke's on her. His gf has a very nice office tyvm. ]

You find Rick Flag exactly where you want him.

You find Rick in your office just as you expect. It’s become a regular occurrence; his small desk over on Task Force X’s main floor left him little peace when he had to focus on paperwork. Rick detested the red tape that came with missions- but being on the suicide squad didn’t exempt him from filling out reports. You lean on your doorframe quietly, a small smile on your face as you nurse a paper cup of coffee in your hands.

Rick’s got his fingers shoved into the front of his sandy hair, his elbow resting on the ink blotter you have laid out on your desk. He pinches his brow in concentration and you can’t help but admire the scowl on his lips. Nor the deep veins that carve into his hand and arm as he pulls at the strands near his hairline idly. You loved these moments. You loved witnessing Rick Flag lost in thought, unobserved and untroubled. Well, nearly untroubled.

“Uh oh,” You finally greet, catching his attention. His tired smile is instant. The colonel removes his fingers from his hair and you’re sad to see them fall to the desk. “Cap’s off. Must be jotting down something serious.”

He chuckles and glances over at his baseball cap sitting by the computer. “Just need t’get this done and over with.”

You squeeze your crossed knees together. He looks so damn handsome, and he’s just sitting there. Waller’s had you running around the base all day; the thought of Rick being in your office, of Rick in your chair with those strong legs spread and bouncing with anxious focus has kept your mind wandering for the last few hours.

He goes back to scratching his thoughts down onto the sheet in front of him and you busy yourself with closing the door. Rick doesn’t seem to notice the soft click of the lock. When you make your way around the desk his face is pressed with that stark concentration again. You smooth your hand across his broad, firm shoulders.

“Take a break?” You try suggesting softly. “It’s almost 2200 hours.”

He makes a sound of agreement but doesn’t glance up. You chuckle and take his chin in your hand, guiding his eyes away from the desk top.

“Ricky.” You murmur coyly. That earns you a pause. Rick grips the pen, half in surprise. You’ve never used the pet name at work. At this point, Rick Flag only associated it with your private, breathless whimpering- your voice toppling over the edge. His Adam’s apple bobs, and you marvel in the way his eyes seem to dilate for you on command. The colonel parts his lips before licking them needfully.

“Why don’t you let me finish up here and I’ll take care of you at home, darlin’?” He tries with a rasp.

Your mouth slowly curls into a devious smile. You reach over and slip the pen out of his grasp without any resistance. Rick lets you swivel the office chair around until he’s facing you, his boots dragging across the tiles until they’re planted toe to toe with yours. Your movements are sure as you draw your skirt up with one hand and place your knee beside his outer thigh. You do the same with the other until you straddle Rick comfortably in the cushy chair. He fists either arm rest in the meantime. You’re pleased when his spine finally finds the back of the chair, relenting as you advance on him. Of course he does. All it takes is one closed door to have your Rick heeding every silent command.

He sucks in a breath when you seat your core over the growing bulge in his tact pants. It’s hot- burning. There’s little between the two of you with your thin black panties pressed flushed to his length. Rick’s large hands instantly slide around your waist to keep you pressed to him.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He utters. Rick curls his fingers and gets a handful of you from behind.

You lean down and steal a quick kiss, repeating the action until you’re peppering his face from chin to jawline gently. Rick’s chest rumbles with a deep chuckle.

“I’ve been running around this compound all day, Rick Flag. When I say I need you… I mean right now.”

You reach back and guide one of his hands around to your center, and when Rick presses two fingers against your clothed sex, he exhales out a ragged breath. Lust washes over his features before your eyes. It sends a thrilling shiver through you.

“You’re soaked, baby girl.” He growls. You whimper when he rubs his fingers against the drenched fabric. Right over your aching clit. You place both your palms on his shoulders and cant your hips, willing him to stroke you harder. Rick’s gaze flickers between your exposed panties and the bottom lip you take between your teeth and bite down on.

“You won’t make me wait, will you, Ricky?”

“Fuck no, baby.” He says into the crook of your neck. You hum as he laves at your collarbone while his hands work to undo his belt and zipper in a few quick movements. You’re there to fish his stiff length from his boxer briefs, eliciting another heavy sigh from the man as you give it a few eager strokes. The weight and heat of him in your grasp makes you salivate, but you don’t want to get off his lap. Not tonight. You don’t even wait for Rick to slip your panties down your thighs. Pushing the fabric aside, you shift your weight until his head is pushing past your slick folds.

Rick groans. His brow creases as you sink deeper on to his thick cock. You stretch down over every inch of him, and when you bottom out, your pussy clenches around him involuntarily, tearing a moan from the man’s throat. You watch his head fall back. Watch his eyes flutter shut as he braces either hand on your hips.

Rick’s eyes open again when you wrap your fingers around his neck gently. Not squeezing. Just simply cupping his Adam’s apple. You delight in the way it bobs under your palm. Rick swallows thickly as he gazes up at you with all the adoration he can muster in the moment. “You feel like heaven, sweetheart.”

You grin as you raise your hips. The hot, velvet drag of him against your wet walls is intoxicating as always. You lift yourself until his head catches at your entrance before rolling your hips back down, sheathing him all in one movement. You both moan in unison.

You both liked to start off slow at home- liked to feel your pussy get used to his impossible girth every time. Rick’s nails dig into your bare thighs as you glide up and down on his again with that agonizingly languid pace. You’ve stoked the flame, and now Rick is as awake and wanton as you are.

“Come on, baby. I know you wanna ride me harder than that.” He coaxes. His mouth finds its way to your pulse. It sends goosebumps over your neck. “Know you need this cock.”

“Rick,” You snap your hips while your cheeks flush. You grip his shoulder with your free hand and shove his neck back. Rick slams back into the chair, his head bouncing off the headrest with a groan.

He absolutely loves you like this. The way you take your orgasm from him like he ain’t shit. Like he’s not made of pure muscle and could pick you right up off the ground with ease. He’s the colonel and you’re the lieutenant. But in moments like this, Rick Flag would get down on his knees and kiss your boots if that’s what got you off. His breath runs ragged as you pick up the pace. The chair squeaks with all the added weight as you thrust yourself up and down on his length.

But you’re merciful tonight. You’ve missed him. And you need his love as much as you need his cock right now.

“Fuck me, Ricky. Please, baby.” You plead. You release his neck and smooth your hands over his chest. Press your palm over his racing heart. Rick growls as his fingers dig into you roughly, crescent shaped bruises already forming. You yelp when his hips thrust to meet yours, nearly bouncing you off his lap. You bury your face in his neck as his head falls back again, hips moving of their own accord to chase the hot pleasure inside you.

“So hot. So fuckin’ wet.” He says, “You been walking around Argus all day, thinkin’ about me burying this cock in your tight little pussy, huh?”

You keen as he thrusts into you. Rick shudders. “You need me so bad, don’t you baby girl? Shit- need you too.”

Rick muffles your staccato breathing with a rough kiss, your lips melding together as you both near the edge. The slap of Rick’s pelvis against your own is enough to rub over your clit again and again, making your walls spasm as you draw near. Rick’s brows pinch together as he gather’s you up in his arms and thrusts into you even harder. His pants and briefs slip down his thighs with every rough punch of his hips.

“Missed you, darlin’. Fucking need you.” He says brokenly. Your floral shampoo drowns his senses as he buries his face in your neck again, mixed with the sweet scent of your sex that always turns him into a wild mess. Rick bucks up into you until you finally let out a cry. Your walls clench around him in a vice as he fucks you through your sudden release. You tug at the nape of his neck as you crest that familiar wave again and again.

“Oh fuck,” Rick whines. His face twists as the pace of his hips stutters. He gives you one last thrust as he comes deep inside you, cock twitching as it pumps you full. You whimper again.

The two of you collapse back into the chair with your arms around each other. Rick’s heartbeat slows back down as you rest your head on his shoulder. And you’re idly aware that he’s combing his fingers over your scalp, placing tired kisses to your hairline.

You draw away from him with an easy smile so you can get a good look at his fucked out face. Rick grins back at you before eyeing the door.

“Someone definitely heard that little show.” He muses.

“At this hour anyone still on this floor is just looking for trouble.”

“Like you?”

You scoff and flick at his ear lightly. “This is my office, you know.”

“Yeah.” He mumbles. Rick’s eyes linger on your lips until he’s placing another kiss to them- slow and sweet. “And you’re nothin’ but trouble.”

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