AN: Hey all, so this is part of a series that I've been wanting to start for some time. It's just a collection of pure smut stories, with little to no plot. So far, they take place throughout season 9, in the moments we never got to see. I'm just letting my (dirty) inspiration ride itself out, but I may include other time stamps down the line, and I'll let you know if and when I do. So, enjoy, my little horny toads xo

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Survivor

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"So, the contestants- or the castaways- are separated into tribes on the island for the first half of the episode where they have to compete to- are you even paying attention?"

Donna looks up from her phone. She gives him an apologetic smile as she locks it, setting it to the side. They were situated on his bed, his laptop in between them as they watched an episode of Survivor. When he had suggested they watch the reality show together, Donna had laughed, but immediately noticed he had been serious, and felt bad. Kind of.

That's how she found herself that Friday night- in bed with her boyfriend, watching some re-runs of Survivor.

"Sorry, I was just texting Rachel. Did I miss anything?" She looks toward the computer, eyes scanning the now paused screen. When he doesn't say anything, she glances at him, notices a sheepish smile on his face. "What?"

"We don't have to watch if you don't want to."

"I know," she's quick to defend, "I was just replying, but I'm listening now."

"Donna,"

"Harvey," she matches his tone, head cocked to the side in a stare down.

"You really want to watch this?" He asks for what felt like the tenth time that day alone, "You wouldn't stop making fun of me since the day I told you."

Donna shrugs, scooting herself closer to him on the bed, "Well, yeah, because I thought it was ridiculous."

"And now?"

"I still think it's ridiculous," he sends her an incredulous look and she chuckles, patting his arm, "No, I just- we're together now, Harvey. And whether or not I understand some of your-" she points to the screen in front of them, "likes, I want to experience them with you, and maybe I'll grow to like it. At the very least, we get to spend more time together."

Her sentence ends on a softer note and Harvey smiles. He leans over to press a chaste kiss on her lips, "Well, thank you, I appreciate the sentiment, but you can still sit with me and not necessarily watch. What?" He notices she's given him an annoyed look.

"You're exhausting, you now that?"

He throws his hands in the air, "Hey, I'm just trying to cover my ass here." He finally leans forward to press play on the computer again, "If you still hate this after we're done, don't tell me I made you watch it."

Donna chuckles, squeezing his bicep, "Don't worry, chicken little, the sky hasn't fallen yet."

She doesn't know how much time had passed, because it feels like it's been hours, but she has an inkling it's barely been a couple of minutes by the way they've barely shifted their positions on the bed. Normally, whenever they watch something, she constantly changes her place against him as her neck or legs begin to cramp.

But they've remained in the same position- with her legs curled under herself, head on his shoulder and arm grasping his.

She's caught herself drifting off, letting the workday's exhaustion seep into herself without a care of missing anything. She tried to like the reality show, she really did, and she'd even caught on beyond the basis of it at first, hanging onto Harvey's words and chiming in with a question or two. But somewhere between one of the groups getting into a nonsensical argument, and the overly-suspenseful music building when one of the members got lost, she just stopped trying to give a shit.

Donna glances over at Harvey, notices his eyes were bright and attentive on the screen before them, and she smiles, settling back against him. She had wanted to enjoy this show for him, for them. And as silly as it sounded in her mind- because she knew it didn't matter if they liked the same things or not, as they didn't always- she really did want to find a new fun routine with him on Friday nights. When they were too tired for an official date night, with an elaborate dinner he liked to treat her to every once in a while, they could settle back and catch up on some episodes they hadn't seen before.

But this just wasn't doing it for her.

She felt herself blinking away the sleepiness again, glancing over to her phone to see that it was barely nine o'clock and groaned, shifting herself in an upright position.

"You okay?" Harvey glances over, still half paying attention to the screen and she knew he was invested in this episode.

She couldn't relate.

She gives him a reassuring smile, "Yeah, just stretching a bit."

He smiles back and squeezes her hand, mind and eyes fully returning to the nature survival show again.

Donna sighs, the boredom immediately setting in again. It doesn't feel right to shift her focus elsewhere- to check or phone or finish the book she's currently reading. She knows her theatrical mind is overly dramatizing everything, but she still can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being as interested in this show as him.

It doesn't take long for her to formulate a plan- simple yet effective enough- to keep herself busy and without putting herself in a position to die of boredom, whilst giving her boyfriend a well-deserved treat.

Her left hand reaches out, placing it on top of his sweats. It doesn't faze him much at first, she could tell by the way his breathing remained steady and his hand reached over to gently rest on top of hers.

Her mouth quirks, knowing he had no idea what her sick mind was up to. With a tentative yet determined pace, her hand slides over closer to his crotch, and that's when he jumps.

"What are you doing?"

She shushes him, "Nothing, just watch your show."

"Donna,"

Her hand is paused, lingering between the waistband of his gray sweatpants and where the slightest bulge is starting to form.

"Watch your show, Harvey."

He pauses for a moment, shifting the slightest amount before re-focusing on the episode. She had no idea what was happening at this point, barely glancing at the screen and she could just make out someone trying to build a fire in the middle of the woods.

Her palm stretches over him, bringing her nails over to lightly rake over his clothed member, coaxing it out to play. She feels Harvey's breath hitch beside her and wills herself to remain in check. This was about him.

And maybe a little for her too, if she was being honest with herself.

Her hand begins a light rhythm, opening and closing, using her fingers to caress his groin as slowly as she could manage.

"Donna," Harvey sighs, teeth slightly gritted.

She doesn't bother looking in his direction, her eyes are watching her own hand and she knows he's trying not to do just that too.

She shushes him again, gentler this time as she squeezes him just so. This time, he lets out a grunt and she smirks, not bothering to hide it.

"What- are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Donna,"

"I'm bored."

His breathing tries to settle itself, but it's growing harder- as his own member can relate. "I can turn it off-"

"No," she pauses her movements, voice too deep and demanding. Licking her lips, she decides to face him, "Let me have my fun, okay? You watch your little show, and I'll-" she gives him another gentle squeeze followed by a rub, "Entertain myself."

Harvey expels something that sounds like a laugh and a groan all at once, and she takes it as a sign that he's on board with her little plan. She thinks he mumbles something like "you're gonna kill me," but she's too focused on his growing hardness to pay attention to his verbal communications.

She keeps a gentle rhythm on him, her movements having become second nature to her now. She loves to please him as much as getting pleased by him, relishes in the way his breathing shifts- breath hot against her. It builds her own pleasure as well, feeling him harden beneath her hand, knowing he was getting worked up because of her, and she could feel herself getting wet by that thought alone.

Without looking at him, she gives him one last squeeze over his pants before she sneaks her hand inside, knowing he was going commando as he usually did late at night.

"Shit, Donna,"

She bites her lip, out of her own arousal and amusement, knowing the coolness of her hand on him startled him just as much as the touch alone.

"Sorry," she whispers, but she wasn't really. Her hand slides easily over his length then, already harder and standing to attention. It's tricky, rubbing him under his pants at first, the cotton restraining him further as well as her proper ability to please him. Gently, she pulls the waist band over him, and he wordlessly aids in her movements, sliding the offending material just far enough down for her to have full access.

It's then that she's able to take him in, and something like a sigh mixed in with a moan slips out of her own lips. He chuckles beside her, a little cocky and a lot breathless, an ass of a response when she literally had him by the balls. She slides down his length, squeezes him enough to turn his laugh into a groan and she smirks again.

"Are you paying attention?" Her hand is now still, cupping him gently, but providing enough pressure to set him into a near frenzy.

"Yes," he grounds out, his hands clutching the sheets below them.

"To the show, Harvey."

He throws his head back, more out of frustration than pleasure, and he expels a breath, counts to five and says a silent prayer before he's able to speak, "You're kidding, right?"

"I never kid about excessive nature reality shows."

He grits his teeth, looks in her direction and has to mentally pat himself on the back for not coming then and there. Her eyes are darker than before, lips parted and chest rising and falling slowly. Her face was barely flushed, and he didn't have to guess to know she was just as aroused as he was.

"So, you want me to-"

"Watch," she finishes for him, giving his balls another gentle squeeze before settling on the base of his shaft.

His eyes were hooded, something predatory behind them that made the heat in her lower abdomen rise, and she had to remind herself that this was for him, and as much as she knew he wouldn't protest to her mounting him to have her own way, she wasn't about to fold.

With a final heavy breath, he gives her a curt nod and resumes his attention to the screen. She kept watch on him, refused to continue her movements until his breathing shifted again, and she knew at best he was trying to pay attention to the outlandish reality show.

Licking her lips, she sets her attention on her hand on him again. He was stiff in her palm, his girth fitting perfectly, showcasing a set of veins that ran from the base to the head. She slides her hand up, beginning a slow-paced motion. The moisture forming at the tip makes her quirk an eyebrow, lips curling, and she runs her thumb over it gently, eliciting a guttural groan from somewhere deep in his chest.

She continues on, her pace remaining the same as she tried her best to get him off, but not too quickly. She wasn't done yet.

Donna shifts on the bed, tucking her knees beneath her, and before she can lean down, she catches the screen on her periphery, and sees Harvey's silhouette. The sight makes her grin, and her right hand squeezes his thigh just as her smile wraps finally wraps around him.

He throws his head back at the sensation of her hot and wet mouth around him, a low "fuck" leaving his lips as his hands tighten around the comforter. Her tongue slides over him slowly, getting a full lick before she parts from him. She looks over to him, watches how he's given up trying to pretend he gave a shit about the show, and she couldn't blame him. But she felt the need to tease him anyway.

"Harvey," she sing-songs his name, and he's able to crack his eyes open to watch her staring right back, lips shining and hand over his erection, sliding easily over him.

"What?" He breathes, a little annoyed, very much on edge.

"You're not watching."

"Is this getting you off or something?"

She grins, full and wide, because she has an enormous effect on him- physically and emotionally- but right now she's basking in the physical aspect of it, and yeah, it turns her on.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Donna," he nearly whines her name, licking his own lips as his eyes plead for her to stop torturing him, to continue with her mouth and hand and anything.

"What do you want, Harvey?"

"I want-" he inhales, sharp and deep because he has to remind himself to keep breathing, but it's become a near impossible feat when the cause of a decade's worth of wet dreams has a firm grip on him. Literally.

"Yes?" He could scream if he had the energy to do so, watching her hazel eyes sparkling in the dimly lit room. She was a minx and he was fucked to say the least.

"Don't make me beg," he groans.

His hands curled beneath the sheets, and she knew he was itching to reach out, tug on her hair before placing her right above him. She had no objections to it, but God, she loved to watch him squirm.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" She thinks he's about to respond, hears something catch in throat, but she's bringing him into her mouth again before he gets the chance. She enters an easy rhythm, not hurrying her pace, but going a little faster than earlier. Because as much as she wanted to prolong his pleasure, she's already way passed horny herself, and she doesn't know how long she can deprive her growing need either.

He's not one to make much noise in bed- at least he wasn't until Donna came into the picture. But even then, he tries to contain himself, keep a semblance of control and restrain when he's with her. Though, he knows the attempt is futile when her mouth is on him, making any and all of his dreams into a reality he still can't pinch himself out of. It's when she hums around him, the vibrations of her already warm and wet mouth on his flesh does he relinquish any last sanity and he moans out her name.

It's low and throaty, sets off a new tempo for the noises he makes, in tune with every salacious upstroke of her tongue. His hand finally makes his way over to her tresses, pushes the auburn waves to the side that's been obscuring his view. He jerks into her mouth at the sight, expelling a heavy "Fuck, Donna," when he sees her mouth bobbing up and down over him.

She smirks around him, and he grows possibly harder into her mouth. He knows he's not going to last long, doesn't doubt she's onto him by the way her other hand gently sneaks down to fondle his balls, holds the weight of them in her hand with a mixture of care and determination.

"You're so good at this," he sighs, bunching her hair up with both hands now, unable to stop watching her every move.

Her mouth slides over him, too slow for his liking before leaving him completely. Her absence makes him grumble in annoyance, and she smirks, "Tell me something I don't know." But she's right back over him, her delicious lips enveloping again, setting a new pace that makes him finally tear his eyes off of her. The pressure is too great now, the noises from the back of her throat sending a mired of colorful galaxies spinning behind his eyelids.

The out of world experiences nearly sets him off, but he grits his teeth, pulling on her hair just enough to elicit her own moans around him. She squirms ever so slightly, and he knows she's about to lose it herself. Without thinking twice, he manages to find his hand into her panties, groans at the wetness he finds there and sets himself into a new mission.

She whimpers around him but doesn't lose her focus. He admires her determination, knows that when Donna Paulsen sets her mind to something, she makes it happen, no matter how long or what it takes. It drives him then, wanting her to reach her own peak as he's approaching his.

With his left hand still holding onto her head, now merely resting as a gentle guide, his right hand settles on her clit, knowing he couldn't slide inside of her with their current positions.

"Donna," he pleads with her- for what, he doesn't quite know. He wants her to stop because he knows he's on edge, but he wants to come so badly by the works of her mouth, but just the same, he wants to make her come and he doesn't know how much he can achieve with her kneeling over him.

"I'm not moving," she breathes over him, her hot breath making him bite down on his lip and he begins to accept his new fate. He tries to concentrate on his hand then, work over the engorged bundle of nerves as quickly as possible, getting her to reach the same level of pleasure. It won't take much, he quickly realizes, as her tongue keeps pausing on his length to take a deep breath or two, hips bucking into him with every little swirl over her center.

He knows she's inching closer when her mouth tightens over him, teeth lightly grazing his flesh and he jerks into her mouth. "Donna, I'm-" The combination of her mouth around him, speeding up in time with her own hands cupping and sliding and squeezing, with the sole fact that she's getting off on this too- his pleasure and his hands- it's sending him to the point of no return and he doesn't think he can hold on much longer.

Her only response is to hum around him, taking him deeper still and that's when he begins to lose control. His eyes are screwed shut, trying to concentrate on getting her off as much as his own edging release. When his middle finger circles around the hood of her clit, pressing down and rubbing her with just the right amount of pressure, she lets go of a whine. It comes from deep within her throat, high and with enough cadence that he knows she's finally coming.

It doesn't deter her, not in the slightest. She speeds up her movements, sucking him over and over again, his voice a mere echo in the distance as he begs her for more. It's not long after that he's thrusting into her mouth, a guttural groan leaving him as he begins to spill into her. She keeps working over him, slow and measured, easing him down from his high. She could still feel his hand inside her underwear, and feels a renewed need climbing over her again. It's not until he's completely spent that she slides her lips over him, licking any remnants of him on his softening length.

She hears him sighing her name, a prayer and a thanks all in one. Donna looks up at him at last, and meets his hooded eyes. They share a smile, soft and satisfied, a little cocky too. He slides his hand out of her, bringing it to rest on her hip and coaxing her to lay on top of him. She does so wordlessly, settling on his chest with her own satisfactory sigh.

They settle against each other for a long while, letting their bodies mold together- sticky and sweaty but deliciously spent. He moves his head just far enough to the side to kiss her temple, and lets their hearts settle into a harmonious rhythm.

"Show's still on," Harvey mumbles after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

He smiles, noticing her eyes were closed. "The show- Survivor- it's still playing."

It's then that she can finally register the reality show in the background, the volume just loud enough for her to hear it, from the laptop that was near the edge of the bed. She grins against him, "So, how was it? I missed it."

Harvey chuckles against her, the sound calming and welcoming, "I got a little preoccupied myself." Donna hums in response, and there's a rising pride in him, knowing she was nearly as exhausted as he was, and he knew he was responsible for that.

"No offense, Harvey," she yawns, "but your show sucks."

"Really?" He grins, his hand setting a slow caress up and down her bare arms, "It's given me nothing but good memories now."

She doesn't say anything, but the movement of her head lets him know she's shaking it and he chuckles again. He's on a serious after-glow.

"Can you turn it off? Or do you plan on watching the entire episode?"

Harvey pauses for a moment, looking down at her and waiting for her eyes to meet his, "I'm too tired to reach over and turn it off."

She rolls her eyes, reaching over to wrap her hand around him again, "So you wanna take a nap?"

He groans, barely hardening again under her ministrations, "You're something else, you know that?"

"If by something else you mean horny, then yes, I am."

His brown eyes turn onyx, a devilish smile spreading across his face. Before she knows it, he's spinning them around, and she's landing right beneath him. She's a little breathless, but not very surprised. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide and bright, waiting for his next move.

"What's your kink now, Specter? You going to listen to Survivor while you fuck me?" She reaches up, takes his lower lip in her mouth, pulling it just hard enough for him to groan.

"Jesus, Donna," his mouth lands on the crevice of her neck, sucking her porcelain skin until it begins to redden under his tongue and teeth, "That's exactly what I'm going to do."

She squirms against him, legs wrapping around him and pulling him closer. She moans, willing his hardness to grind against her center as he continues to work his mouth over her. "You know," she sighs, sliding her hands under and over his shirt, "I always loved this show."

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AN: As always, please let me know what you think : )