[KHR fic] Under the Desk (Dino x Bianchi)
Title: Under the Desk
Pairing: Dino x Bianchi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bianchi gets a little frisky from under Dino's desk in the presence of Romario.
Note: When I found out the identity of the anon requester for the kink meme, I immediately prioritized filling this because it helps to have a name.
Under the Desk
Ten seconds.
That was how long it took for their clothes to peel off as soon as Bianchi walked through the door of Dino’s office.
“We can’t… do this now,” Dino said between gasps in his leather chair as Bianchi straddled - and violently worked - his hips.
“Well, we are,” replied Bianchi firmly. She pressed her soft breasts into Dino’s face and threaded long fingers through his yellow locks. The three weeks that had kept them apart put her in a desperate need that was topped only by a drowning person’s gasping for air.
In between suckling her hard nipples and squeezing her fleshy backside, Dino couldn’t find the time to tell Bianchi that he had a business appointment with the boss of another Family in a few hours. It also didn’t help that Bianchi’s tongue was now probing deep into his mouth.
When he was just about to succumb to the temptation of flipping her over his desk and taking her from behind, a knock on the door interrupted things.
“Boss?” called Romario from outside.
Bianchi removed her mouth from Dino’s so he could answer his subordinate and concentrated on sucking his neck, smiling to herself as he shivered under her lips.
“Ummm… I’m busy right now,” Dino answered. “Can it wait?”
“It’s sort of an emergency. May I come in?”
Dino sighed. He locked eyes with Bianchi and silently pleaded for her to get off. She complied with a frown. As they hastily gathered their clothes, they realized that there was no hiding place for Bianchi.
Dino eyed the curtains, and Bianchi responded by shaking her head and mouthing a what-the-hell-are-you-kidding-me “no.” He pointed to the empty space below his mahogany desk with a shrug and took her eye-rolling as a not-denial.
“Yeah, you can come in,” called Dino as he buttoned up his shirt and carelessly shoved Bianchi under his desk just as Romario stepped into the room.
Not one to accept being handled so roughly outside of sex, Bianchi glared at her lover from the shadows and slapped his shin as punishment.
“Ow!” Dino yelped.
“Is something wrong, Boss?” Romario asked.
“N-No, I’m fine. So what did you want to see me for?”
“You might want to sit down for this,” said Romario in a serious tone.
To Bianchi, the sound of a chair moving across the floor signaled Romario taking a seat. In front of her, Dino sat down on his chair and rolled himself slowly to his desk. Bianchi scooted back as far as she can against the back panel. Seeing Dino’s tented crotch area made her mouth water with desire, and she tried to wait patiently as she listened to the emergency that turned out to be some financial transaction with a Mr. Leonov.
But since Dino wasn’t called upon to go anywhere, Bianchi figured she could still have her fun. She reached out and sensuously stroked the clothed bulge.
Dino gasped mid-sentence, and his hand dipped down under the desk to pry her fingers away from him.
“Boss, are you okay?”
“I’m good, thanks. Ha ha…”
After a few minutes when it seemed as if Dino had regained his composure, Bianchi lunged forward and quickly freed his cock from his pants. She smirked to herself as Dino squirmed in his seat.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Romario said slowly. “You seem pretty jumpy today.”
“It’s good, really. It’s all good. Don’t worry about me,” Dino said with a forced grin. He had to stop Bianchi before she went too far - and Lord knows she would. Dino tried to swat her hand away, but, apparently, she didn’t like that because she bit his finger. Hard.
“Ow! Goddamn it!” Dino cried out, shaking the sharp pain away from his hand. He quit. There was no use trying to fight the tiger that was Bianchi.
Romario leaped up from his chair and attacked his boss with questions. “What happened, Boss? Are you hurt? Do I need to call a doctor?”
“No. Everything is fine.” He gave a weak chuckle. “I just accidentally hit my hand on my desk. So , ummmm, you were saying something about the dinner thing with Mr. Leonov tomorrow?”
Thankfully, all he got was a quizzical look from Romario before he sat back down and continued with business.
Dino tried earnestly to concentrate, but the things his girlfriend was doing under there, like swirling her tongue around his tip, made it increasingly difficult. As she stroked him, Dino leaned forward at his desk and hid the lower half of his face behind clasped hands so as to not alert Romario to anything. His listening comprehension failed to stabilize while Romario was talking, and he only caught trivial words like “palace” and “six.”
Then Bianchi lightly grazed her fingernails along the side of his shaft. His skin rippled all over, and he had to bite his lip to keep the moans bubbling in his throat from escaping. She went back to pumping him - harder and faster this time - and it took Dino all of his strength to maintain self-control. And he was pretty sure his face was betraying him as his breathing became visibly erratic.
He needed for Romario to hurry and get out of the room so he could finally climax, but the words lost to hitched breaths. If there was a way to get Bianchi to stop for a moment so Dino could order Romario to leave, then that might be the best solution.
But the problem was that he didn’t want her to stop her caresses. He didn’t want his cock out of her warm mouth. Hell, Romario could watch, too. And the rest of his men.
Whatever. He didn’t care anymore. He just needed Bianchi and her expert hands, her heavenly lips, her round ass, her full breasts, and - fuck, he was going to explode, like, right now.
Dino slammed his hands on top of his desk and buried his face on top of them.
“Yes! Oh, my God! Yes!”
He orgasmed in her mouth and sank back in his chair in bliss. When he saw a startled-looking Romario staring back at him, he tried to mend things.
“I-I mean… my answer is ‘yes’ to your earlier question.”
Romario stood up and cleared his throat. “Forgive me, Boss. I seem to have disturbed your… uhhh… alone time. We can talk about this later.”
After his right-hand man exited the room, Bianchi emerged from underneath Dino’s desk with lips curved into a devilish smile.
Dino sighed in exasperation. “Seriously? You just had to do that?”
Ignoring him, Bianchi slid out of her pink-laced panties and sat on his desk, spreading legs wide open to reveal a wet slit.
“Equivalent exchange.”
Pairing: Dino x Bianchi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bianchi gets a little frisky from under Dino's desk in the presence of Romario.
Note: When I found out the identity of the anon requester for the kink meme, I immediately prioritized filling this because it helps to have a name.
Under the Desk
Ten seconds.
That was how long it took for their clothes to peel off as soon as Bianchi walked through the door of Dino’s office.
“We can’t… do this now,” Dino said between gasps in his leather chair as Bianchi straddled - and violently worked - his hips.
“Well, we are,” replied Bianchi firmly. She pressed her soft breasts into Dino’s face and threaded long fingers through his yellow locks. The three weeks that had kept them apart put her in a desperate need that was topped only by a drowning person’s gasping for air.
In between suckling her hard nipples and squeezing her fleshy backside, Dino couldn’t find the time to tell Bianchi that he had a business appointment with the boss of another Family in a few hours. It also didn’t help that Bianchi’s tongue was now probing deep into his mouth.
When he was just about to succumb to the temptation of flipping her over his desk and taking her from behind, a knock on the door interrupted things.
“Boss?” called Romario from outside.
Bianchi removed her mouth from Dino’s so he could answer his subordinate and concentrated on sucking his neck, smiling to herself as he shivered under her lips.
“Ummm… I’m busy right now,” Dino answered. “Can it wait?”
“It’s sort of an emergency. May I come in?”
Dino sighed. He locked eyes with Bianchi and silently pleaded for her to get off. She complied with a frown. As they hastily gathered their clothes, they realized that there was no hiding place for Bianchi.
Dino eyed the curtains, and Bianchi responded by shaking her head and mouthing a what-the-hell-are-you-kidding-me “no.” He pointed to the empty space below his mahogany desk with a shrug and took her eye-rolling as a not-denial.
“Yeah, you can come in,” called Dino as he buttoned up his shirt and carelessly shoved Bianchi under his desk just as Romario stepped into the room.
Not one to accept being handled so roughly outside of sex, Bianchi glared at her lover from the shadows and slapped his shin as punishment.
“Ow!” Dino yelped.
“Is something wrong, Boss?” Romario asked.
“N-No, I’m fine. So what did you want to see me for?”
“You might want to sit down for this,” said Romario in a serious tone.
To Bianchi, the sound of a chair moving across the floor signaled Romario taking a seat. In front of her, Dino sat down on his chair and rolled himself slowly to his desk. Bianchi scooted back as far as she can against the back panel. Seeing Dino’s tented crotch area made her mouth water with desire, and she tried to wait patiently as she listened to the emergency that turned out to be some financial transaction with a Mr. Leonov.
But since Dino wasn’t called upon to go anywhere, Bianchi figured she could still have her fun. She reached out and sensuously stroked the clothed bulge.
Dino gasped mid-sentence, and his hand dipped down under the desk to pry her fingers away from him.
“Boss, are you okay?”
“I’m good, thanks. Ha ha…”
After a few minutes when it seemed as if Dino had regained his composure, Bianchi lunged forward and quickly freed his cock from his pants. She smirked to herself as Dino squirmed in his seat.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Romario said slowly. “You seem pretty jumpy today.”
“It’s good, really. It’s all good. Don’t worry about me,” Dino said with a forced grin. He had to stop Bianchi before she went too far - and Lord knows she would. Dino tried to swat her hand away, but, apparently, she didn’t like that because she bit his finger. Hard.
“Ow! Goddamn it!” Dino cried out, shaking the sharp pain away from his hand. He quit. There was no use trying to fight the tiger that was Bianchi.
Romario leaped up from his chair and attacked his boss with questions. “What happened, Boss? Are you hurt? Do I need to call a doctor?”
“No. Everything is fine.” He gave a weak chuckle. “I just accidentally hit my hand on my desk. So , ummmm, you were saying something about the dinner thing with Mr. Leonov tomorrow?”
Thankfully, all he got was a quizzical look from Romario before he sat back down and continued with business.
Dino tried earnestly to concentrate, but the things his girlfriend was doing under there, like swirling her tongue around his tip, made it increasingly difficult. As she stroked him, Dino leaned forward at his desk and hid the lower half of his face behind clasped hands so as to not alert Romario to anything. His listening comprehension failed to stabilize while Romario was talking, and he only caught trivial words like “palace” and “six.”
Then Bianchi lightly grazed her fingernails along the side of his shaft. His skin rippled all over, and he had to bite his lip to keep the moans bubbling in his throat from escaping. She went back to pumping him - harder and faster this time - and it took Dino all of his strength to maintain self-control. And he was pretty sure his face was betraying him as his breathing became visibly erratic.
He needed for Romario to hurry and get out of the room so he could finally climax, but the words lost to hitched breaths. If there was a way to get Bianchi to stop for a moment so Dino could order Romario to leave, then that might be the best solution.
But the problem was that he didn’t want her to stop her caresses. He didn’t want his cock out of her warm mouth. Hell, Romario could watch, too. And the rest of his men.
Whatever. He didn’t care anymore. He just needed Bianchi and her expert hands, her heavenly lips, her round ass, her full breasts, and - fuck, he was going to explode, like, right now.
Dino slammed his hands on top of his desk and buried his face on top of them.
“Yes! Oh, my God! Yes!”
He orgasmed in her mouth and sank back in his chair in bliss. When he saw a startled-looking Romario staring back at him, he tried to mend things.
“I-I mean… my answer is ‘yes’ to your earlier question.”
Romario stood up and cleared his throat. “Forgive me, Boss. I seem to have disturbed your… uhhh… alone time. We can talk about this later.”
After his right-hand man exited the room, Bianchi emerged from underneath Dino’s desk with lips curved into a devilish smile.
Dino sighed in exasperation. “Seriously? You just had to do that?”
Ignoring him, Bianchi slid out of her pink-laced panties and sat on his desk, spreading legs wide open to reveal a wet slit.
“Equivalent exchange.”