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Percival Graves smut request

Here you go, anon! So sorry I took so long. Hope it’s decent enough to gain forgiveness lol 🖤

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Imagine: Graves works so much, you feel neglected.

“Do you really have to go?” It sounded very much like a whine, but the past few weeks had been nothing but work for the director. While you understood his job was a big undertaking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop feeling so…neglected. Sure the romance was still alive and well, but you were thinking more along the intimate side of things. By the time Percival got home most nights he was far too tired to even do anything. And you didn’t want to bother him either.

Graves stood in front of the mirror, running the blade across his jaw as he looked at you in his peripheral. He tapped the blade against the sink, wiping his face with a towel as he spoke.

“I have high priority cases that need my attention.” He leaned against the sink, watching you intently with those dark eyes that always made you go weak in the knees. “You understand that. Don’t you, kitten?”

And then he had to use that nickname, the one that made you yearn for his touch. “Y-Yes…of course. I’m sorry.” You began to turn away, ready to walk out and just sulk in the bedroom while he readied himself for work. But, Graves wasn’t quite ready to end this conversation. The brooding man grabbed your forearm, twisting you around to look at him. He lifted your chin in his hand, making sure you maintained eye contact.

“You’re an interesting woman, kitten.” He trailed his free hand along your arm, fingertips ghosting over your exposed skin and making you tremble. It always amazed you at how badly he had a hold on you.

“Why do you say that?”

The director just smirked down at you, stopping his little path of desire along your skin as he leaned forward just a bit. His hot breath brushed across your lips, making you swallow deep in your throat.

“You dance around the subject instead of telling me what it is you want.” Graves gripped your chin a little tighter, angling your face so your lips brushed against his. “So…tell me. What is it you want?”

Your nerves were aflame, and his domineering touch was doing nothing to help your desires. “I…”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin only stretching further as he awaited your demands. “You?”

“I don’t want you to leave. Please stay?”

“Why do you want me to stay?” He brushed a thumb across your lips, eyes now fixed on the perfect pout you had.

He was obviously going to make you beg, and you were starting to regret bringing anything up, because now you were just a mumbling mess of a girl before him. “Just take me, Percival. Please.”

But, you could forget your dignity just this one time, because you wanted him more than you ever have before. The director chuckled darkly, and he didn’t waste his time. He lifted you into his arms, trapping your lips into a heated kiss that was leaving you breathless. You felt the bed dip beneath you, hair no longer curled up but now a tangled mess in his hands as he prodded your mouth with his tongue.

“Percy…” You gasped, clumsily kissing him back as he pushed his hand up your skirt. He brushed his fingers on the inner part of your thigh, smiling into your cheek as you squirmed.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” He licked playfully at your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth as he curled a finger under your panties. He slowly pulled them down, enjoying the way you moaned and begged under him.

“Yes…god, yes.” It was almost pathetic at how turned on you were, but how could you possibly stop this? His very presence made you wet, but now you were practically dripping with need.

Graves slid his lips down your neck, fingers now teasingly sliding against your folds as he groaned. You were so wet, so damn hot down there it was taking every ounce of his self control not to give in and take you hard. But, he was still pressed on time, yet he wasn’t about to leave his woman completely unfulfilled. He leaned up a bit, keeping a decent distance between your bodies as he kissed a trail of wet kisses down your throat, stopping just between your breasts and giving each one attention. He unbuttoned the first few buttons on your shirt, pushing the material away with his nose as he sought your skin. Graves sucked hungrily at the top of your breast, leaving behind a very purple mark. He always did love to remind you of who you belonged to.

“Ah-” You arched into his touch, rolling your hips onto his hand as he cupped your heat. His middle finger circled your entrance, your juices clinging to it. “Percy, please!” You begged, closing your eyes as he licked across a nipple.

Percival just smiled, looking up at you as he pushed his finger slowly inside your entrance. Your body immediately reacted, lower back lifting off the bed as you moaned out for more. Which he was only so happy to offer.

“You’re so beautiful, my little kitten.” He kneeled down at the edge of the bed, pushing another finger in as he pumped them both out of you. Your walls clenched around them, hips jerking down to quicken the pace. Graves almost lost his breath at the sight, and he shifted around to make himself more comfortable down there. His cock was aching for you, and if he didn’t get relief eventually, he swear he’d lose his mind.

You gripped the comforter in your hands, throwing your head back as he started to kiss along your inner thigh. His warm lips dragged across your skin, leaving a little nip every now and then. He lifted your skirt up, throwing it a bit over your waist as he eyed your sex with utter desire. You were practically glistening just for him, and he growled at the very thought of that.

“You’re going to make me late.” He groaned out, his tongue flicking out to lap at the juices dripping down your thigh.

“I’m-oh my..” You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say anymore, all you could focus on was the heat of his tongue as he pushed it between your folds and licked all the way up. His fingers were still working inside of you, stretching you and rubbing around until he found that one spot that made you jerk back and cry out.

He chuckled at your reaction, and he buried his face between your legs as he sucked and lapped at your clit. He clasped his lips tightly around your swollen need, sucking quickly until you were arching up and squeezing your thighs around his head. You brought a hand down, tangling it into his slicked back hair.

“Percy!”

Graves just continued his pleasurable torture, gently moving his head side to side as he brought you nearer to the edge. He held onto your upper thighs, rubbing at your hip bones as he pushed his tongue inside of you now. He trailed a hand up your trembling abdomen, hand pawing at your breast and leaving a trail of your own cum along the way.

This was absolute heaven for you, and now you were beginning to regret not saying anything sooner. But, those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he pulled your leg away, shoving your thigh down so he could have access to you. His tongue ran up your folds quickly, the vibration of his grunts and moans making you shiver.

“You taste so damn good.” He growled out, his eyes staring up at you as he took your clit once more into his warm mouth. But, you were too far gone already. You turned your head to the side as you moaned deeply, feeling that familiar tightening of muscles as your orgasm began to hit. Your back arched off the bed, and you opened your mouth in a silent scream as waves of pleasure ran down your body.

Graves watched with delight, pulling back to see as your sex twitched and convulsed before him. If he had more time, he’d of thrust into you right now and feel the waves of your orgasm around his own need. But, being the director meant keeping a schedule and he was always a stickler for rules. He left one last kiss on your thigh, and he got up. Adjusting his tie, and wiping the last drops of your climax off his lips. He looked down at you, smirking at the flush of red on your cheeks and the messy state of your hair.

“I have to go to work. I’ll see you later tonight.”

“W-Wait…” You leaned up on your elbows, pouting at the man as he grabbed his coat from the rack. “But what about-”

He turned to you, pulling the sleeve over his arm as he winked. “Tonight, kitten.” And he promptly left the apartment.

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