fic: Consequences and Rewards
Title: Consequences and Rewards
Author: wepdiggy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sarah/OMC
Notes: Written in response to a prompt at chuck_kink
Summary: Sarah has to sleep with a mark, with Chuck listening on.
At first, she thought it was a bad idea, conscripting her boyfriend, who had quit the spy life, for this mission. But Beckman had been clear in her directives, and they needed the Intersect for this one. And Chuck would be rewarded handsomely for this one-off gig.
Still, Sarah knew what was going to happen. Knew what this mission entailed, and honestly, it wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to have to answer for.
Only twice since Chuck quit being a spy had she had to go "all the way" with someone for the job. Both times, she'd been able to cover it up, and Chuck remained blissfully ignorant to what she was doing behind his back.
But now he was here, and she knew that he knew what was going on. More so, she knew that he could hear every word that was exchanged. And he'd be hearing more than words, soon.
Sometimes, she would imagine it was Chuck to whom she was making love when she had to do this, but she didn't have to this time. She got plenty wet at just the thought of Chuck listening in.
She got her mark to the hotel room with minimal effort. Men really were too easy. Just a bat of her eyelashes, a couple of suggestive lines, and he was like putty in her hands.
When they got to the room, she was putty in his. The way his lips pressed against her skin. The way his teeth grazed her neck, the way he grabbed her, and held her possessively. Her mark was all man.
He ripped her dress getting it off of her, and she was on her knees, sucking his (giant!) cock before she knew what was happening.
"You're so much bigger than my boyfriend," she admitted. And dammit she didn't mean to let that detail slip, but she just couldn't help it. It was true. And she was aroused.
And she wanted to whisper an apology to Chuck that she knew he'd hear over the the very sensitive bug placed in her earrings, but she couldn't get a word in edge wise with the mark's massive tool shoved down her throat.
And what's more, when he picked her up and turned her so he could bury his face in her mound, even as her head continued to bob up and down on his shaft, she didn't even care about apologizing anymore.
Moments later, he had her out on the balcony, bent over the rail, fucking her from behind. The way he stretched her was exhilarating. So was looking down from the top of the nine story hotel they were in, completely naked. So was the fact that she could see the van Chuck sat in from where she was, and knowing he could see her getting fucked senseless. It all combined to make her more than a bit lightheaded. Also made her come like she never had before in her life.
He ended up fucking her three times that night. Each time with more force than the one before it. When he finally passed out, Sarah draped her torn dress back over herself, and searched the room for the documents she'd come to find. It was a little hard to walk. Hell, she didn't want to walk. She just wanted to crawl back into bed and be the sated blob of orgasmic flesh that she felt like.
But the mission called, and she probably had some explaining to do. Maybe Chuck would understand. If if not, well, that would be his problem. He made the choice to fall in love with a spy, now he was living with the consequences. And she was reaping all the rewards.
Author: wepdiggy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sarah/OMC
Notes: Written in response to a prompt at chuck_kink
Summary: Sarah has to sleep with a mark, with Chuck listening on.
At first, she thought it was a bad idea, conscripting her boyfriend, who had quit the spy life, for this mission. But Beckman had been clear in her directives, and they needed the Intersect for this one. And Chuck would be rewarded handsomely for this one-off gig.
Still, Sarah knew what was going to happen. Knew what this mission entailed, and honestly, it wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to have to answer for.
Only twice since Chuck quit being a spy had she had to go "all the way" with someone for the job. Both times, she'd been able to cover it up, and Chuck remained blissfully ignorant to what she was doing behind his back.
But now he was here, and she knew that he knew what was going on. More so, she knew that he could hear every word that was exchanged. And he'd be hearing more than words, soon.
Sometimes, she would imagine it was Chuck to whom she was making love when she had to do this, but she didn't have to this time. She got plenty wet at just the thought of Chuck listening in.
She got her mark to the hotel room with minimal effort. Men really were too easy. Just a bat of her eyelashes, a couple of suggestive lines, and he was like putty in her hands.
When they got to the room, she was putty in his. The way his lips pressed against her skin. The way his teeth grazed her neck, the way he grabbed her, and held her possessively. Her mark was all man.
He ripped her dress getting it off of her, and she was on her knees, sucking his (giant!) cock before she knew what was happening.
"You're so much bigger than my boyfriend," she admitted. And dammit she didn't mean to let that detail slip, but she just couldn't help it. It was true. And she was aroused.
And she wanted to whisper an apology to Chuck that she knew he'd hear over the the very sensitive bug placed in her earrings, but she couldn't get a word in edge wise with the mark's massive tool shoved down her throat.
And what's more, when he picked her up and turned her so he could bury his face in her mound, even as her head continued to bob up and down on his shaft, she didn't even care about apologizing anymore.
Moments later, he had her out on the balcony, bent over the rail, fucking her from behind. The way he stretched her was exhilarating. So was looking down from the top of the nine story hotel they were in, completely naked. So was the fact that she could see the van Chuck sat in from where she was, and knowing he could see her getting fucked senseless. It all combined to make her more than a bit lightheaded. Also made her come like she never had before in her life.
He ended up fucking her three times that night. Each time with more force than the one before it. When he finally passed out, Sarah draped her torn dress back over herself, and searched the room for the documents she'd come to find. It was a little hard to walk. Hell, she didn't want to walk. She just wanted to crawl back into bed and be the sated blob of orgasmic flesh that she felt like.
But the mission called, and she probably had some explaining to do. Maybe Chuck would understand. If if not, well, that would be his problem. He made the choice to fall in love with a spy, now he was living with the consequences. And she was reaping all the rewards.