Suits | Marcus Moreno

suits | marcus moreno

pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader

warning: flirtation everywhere and marcus is a little shit.

a/n: first marcus fic… he has the entirety of my heart.

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You take a sip of your coffee as you walk down the main corridor inside Heroics headquarters – balancing a second coffee and a file full of paperwork in the other hand. You hear the clatter of your heels against the marble floors which only makes you want to get to your destination quicker. Marcus gifted you the shoes for your anniversary and now you began to regret not wearing them around the house to break them in. You finally see your destination’s door when a certain little bundle of joy stops you in your tracks.

“Good morning, Missy. You look cute in that new jacket.”

Missy beams at you for noticing her new leather jacket her father begged to pick out.

“Good morning! Your shoes are cute, but I know you’re dying inside aren’t you?”

You nod and pout at the observant young lady. “Can you tell?”

“You’re walking faster than usual and you aren’t walking in that stride thing you do.”

“What stride thing?”

“You walk like you’re Beyoncé herself. You walk so confidently!”

You laugh and shake your head. You can’t believe Missy had the audacity to compare you to Beyoncé. How dare she insult the Queen like that! You’ve known Missy since she was a baby. You and Marcus were teammates when you both were still out of the field. When Missy’s mother passed away, you immediately jumped in to help Marcus raise her. You talked to her about private things she didn’t want to talk to her father about – periods, safe sex, and dating.

It didn’t take long for you to catch feelings for Marcus and vice versa. You decided you didn’t want to dance around the idea because you knew the way Marcus functioned. You noticed his lingering touches while the two of you hung out and the spontaneous compliments he directed your way no matter what you were doing. You both agreed to keep it hidden from Missy until Marcus could talk to her about him dating again.

It only took Missy two weeks to clock the blossoming relationship. While at dinner at Anita’s house, Missy took it upon herself to inform her grandmother about her father and her father’s best friend – at the dinner table. Marcus choked on his enchilada and you nearly spit out your drink. You knew that Missy was highly intelligent, but you both thought you were being sneaky! She had Wild Card hack into the HQ security cameras and she saw the two of you holding hands in his office. Now you’re thankful you and Marcus have never had sex in his office… that would’ve been really awkward.

“I do not walk like Beyoncé.”

“Whatever you say.” She laughs at that. She always liked to poke fun at you – especially after Marcus proposed. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a Kleenex. She grabs your coffee out of your hand and places the tissue and sets the coffee back on top. “You’re going to need that once you step into dad’s office.”

You look at her with utter confusion. “Why would I need a tissue? I’m just dropping off forms that need his signature. That’s what he gets for accepting the position of director.” Missy laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a knowing look.

“You’ll need it to wipe your drool.” With that she lets out a loud laugh and walks towards Guppy who is waiting for her at the opposite side of the corridor. You walk into Marcus’ office and you jaw drops. You look at the Kleenex, mentally thanking Missy.

There Marcus was in a white button-down shirt – top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up with his glasses set aside on the desk . He wore a pair of brown and tan windowpane fitted dress pants that made his ass look fantastic. His leather jacket is slung on the grey couch with his beloved katanas framed right above it, well one of them. His brown shoes looked clean, but he looked exhausted. Hot, but exhausted. Missy knew you loved seeing her dad like this.

You walk over a gently put your coffees and paperwork down at the edge of his desk. Your poor fiancé has his head buried in his hands, so you decide to stand behind him and warp our arms around him. He turns to look behind him and smiles when he sees you.

“Hi baby.” He tilts his head up and purses his lips awaiting a kiss. You happily oblige and give a deep kiss. You swallow his groans as he swivels his chair. His hands dart to your hips and drags them down to your ass. He gives it a quick squeeze and pulls you so you straddle him on his chair.

You caress his face and give his cheek a quick kiss. “Is my poor baby tired? I haven’t seen you out this office all morning.”

“It’s about to be noon, my love.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been holed up in this office since 6:30am. You’ve been working too hard all week.” He shrugs and buries his face in your neck. He starts giving you wet kisses and works his way over to your throat. He kisses up to your jaw and bites your chin.

“I can’t wait for us to get married, you know that?” He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You smile and squish his cheeks to give him a big kiss. He admires your engagement ring as he remembers the day he proposed with Missy’s help. He’s thankful that Missy supports him getting married again. He’d do anything for his daughter – even if that meant being alone. He would never put anyone above her, and you knew that. Of course it was never a problem because you also put Missy above everything and she doesn’t take advantage of that fact.

A knock on the glass door interrupted his thought. You immediately scramble off his lap and stand next to him as if nothing happened. His assistant pops her head in to remind her boss about his uniform fitting on the second floor in five minutes. You look at him and smirk. He knew that look anywhere.

“You have a uniform fitting?” He narrows his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.

“I got over the way the my old tac vest looked on me. They decided it was best to have a new suit just in case.” You widen your eyes as you gently push him.

“What do you mean you don’t like the tactical vest!? I love that on you!” You pout as he laughs at you. He reaches for you and pulls you by your hips. He lowers his mouth to your ear.

“I’m not getting rid of it baby,” he whispers. “I’m getting a new design. One that looks more put together and has buckle clips on the front of it too.” With that he kisses your ear. He knows you liked the clips on the top of the vest – now you had more of them to play with.

He lets go of you, and walks over to grab his coffee you brought him. He begins to walk away, leaving you standing in his office. He looks back at you and holds his hand out to you.

“You comin’? I need someone to test out its durability. I have to make sure it won’t break when you yank it to get your way.” He winks at you and you walks over to him. “Oh by the way,” he says. “The security cameras had to get sent off to be fixed. Someone must have cut the wires.” You realize what he meant. There was only one katana on the wall. You let out a giggle and give him a shove. “You cheeky bastard.” He just puts an arm around your shoulders and walks to the elevator.

You wished you can get mad at him, but you just can resist – not when he looks good in both business and superhero suits.

dinner and a show

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader x Steve Murphy

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Breathplay.  Voyeurism/Exhibitionism. Masturbation. Javi’s dirty mouth. Fluff. Possible Typos.

Prompt: 11. Getting Caught

A/N: Part of my milestone celebration (drabble, my ass). Here’s another installment of the facm!verse. Thank you all for your love and support for this story so far, it really means so much to me. Gif made by @javier-pena​

The smell of food fills the air, wafting through the small apartment. The Game spins on the turntable, and you sway around the kitchen, humming along to the upbeat bassline of Crazy Little Thing Called Love.

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