Scrooge eating pussy you say 👀
yes I do say
Tags: MDNI, Scrooge x Fem!Reader, Scrooge eating pussy, face-sitting, boss/employee relationship, implied other stuff, implied feelings, that's it, that's the fic
clarification: I haven't watched this movie, he's just hot
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"You're making quite the mess you know."
You're not doing this correctly if he can talk like that, with you hovering over his mouth. Glancing down, you can see those blue eyes staring up at you. And it's true, there is quite a mess running over the bottom half of his face.
"I can't help it."
Hands rise to curl around your thighs, tugging you down closer. Scrooge's voice is tart but there's warmth in it too."I can't have a maid that makes messes. That wouldn't be proper."
Fingers move into his hair. You sometimes forget you were still supposed to come in and clean. Supposed to.
Lately, it has always divulged into something like this instead of proper work though.
Your knees settle on either side of his head, lowering yourself fully before he can speak again. Something he approves of from the groan he gives, and only further confirmed from the half-lidded gaze he fixes you now. Hands dig into the meat of your thighs, while his tongue drags along your cunt.
A gasp rises out of your throat. Your free hand digs into the headboard, and you give a slow roll of your hips down against his face. From the way his fingers dig harder into your thighs, attempting to pull you even closer, you'd say he approves of it.
It's that small encouragement that is all it takes for you to start grinding against his face. Using his nose as leverage against your clit, while he groans up into you. Your forehead rests on the cool headboard after a few more moments, and both hands move down to grip his head while you rub yourself over him, chasing after your pleasure.
When you cum, you can feel him licking at your slit. Lapping you up like a fine meal while you ground yourself against him, gasping and moaning out his name.
You roll off, panting and gasping, your face flushed, and sweat beading on your forehead. A quick glance at him shows he is in a similar state. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are red, but he's grinning. You hadn't seen him this happy in ages, and yet a quick roll with you, he'd be far more relaxed and even smiling at people.
It was a little unnerving still sometimes.
The realization and the implication that your boss just really that intimacy wasn't lost on you, so maybe that's why you had continued to let him do it. Or maybe it was because he simply made you feel good.
There's a horrible amount of mess along his face still too, that even his nose is shining in the evening light. His gaze flicks to you before he's rolling to crawl over. Hiking up your skirts again, he tuts. "Such a mess. I'll have to show you how to properly clean up." His tone is full of mirth, while he lowers his head between your legs once more. His eyes gleam with greed when he eyes your slit once more. "And I will show you, my dear, even if it takes all night."
You have an odd feeling you'll both be messy by the end of the night. And that like the night before, you won't be returning to your shabby apartment. His arms will envelop you, holding you tight once you're both spent.
In his arms, with him snoring behind you, you know the truth of it. Something he won't say, out of his own fears, so you simply rest your hands on his own.
It's a truth you're starting to share too. And someday, you might be even able to tell him.
Because you know he won't ever say those three words first.
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