authorās note: this turned out shorter than i wanted to be but i just wanted to write something for the (alleged) white boy of the year šā¦ rushed ending btw !
content warning/s: MDNI, f!reader, explicit smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, gagging, sex inside the stockroomā¦ let me know if i missed any!
lane thinks he can finally die a happy man.
āsee how m-much more tolerable you are when you shut up?ā you groan, looking down at him furrowed brows. the man below you weakly moansāhalf lidded eyes with pupils blown wide stare up at you.
the sight has his cock twitching inside you.
can you blame him though? heās got his favorite pretty coworker bouncing on his dick in the stockroom with a mean glare and a mean mouth, your panties lodged in his mouth. and oh, he canāt forget about the way your chest is pressed snug against his too.
thereās a thin sheen of sweat that decorates his forehead, brow piercing glistening under the fluorescent lights of the shitty stockroom.
itās no denying that lane is (unfortunately) attractiveā¦ but seeing him like thisābrain numb and mouth shut is just the cherry on top.
your nails dig into his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. the fabric of your underwear peaks through his lips, already drenched with his spit.
the wet sounds of your ass hitting his pelvis fills the small room, accompanied by the groans and whimpers lane lets out. you should be disgustedāashamed even, for messing around with thisā¦ misogynistic freak especially in your place of work.
ā¦but with how good his dick is stirring your insides, you canāt really bring yourself to care right now.
wrapping you arms around his neck, you bury your flushed face on his shoulder and take a firm bite on the skin. he shudders at the contact, and you canāt help but soothe it with kisses that trail across his jaw.
ācan iā¦ can i come inside, please?ā lane practically begs through his stuffed mouth, large hands gripping your hips. he looks so cute like this, you thinkāwith saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth and brows scrunched together in blissā¦
how can you say no to that face?
you feel his cock twitch inside you and the knot in your lower stomach tighten with each movement of your hips. ālaneā¦!ā you mewl close to his ear.
he holds you close as he finishes with a groan, spurts of his release flooding your pussy with warmthācreating a sticky mess between your thighs.
itās quiet for moment as you both catch your breath, body slumping against his as yours turn limp. his arms remain wrapped around your sides, and you feel him slowly remove the soiled fabric that is your underwear from his mouth.
authorās note: oh boyā¦ this is my first time writing smut so forgive me if some parts donāt make senseā¦ this is self indulgent so i wrote this with my clit and a dream. can you tell i have no experience with bjās lololol
content warning/s: MDNI, f!reader, smut, oral sex (m receiving), light exhibitionism, office sex, light boot humping, cum swallowing, light hair pulling, varka appearance, use of pet names: bun & bunny, NOT proofread, let me know if i missed any!
āyouāre workingā¦ā
varka gasps from his place on lohenās office door, leaning against it with his arms crossed. somehow, the blonde seems amused andā¦ worried?
did lohen hit his head? is he sick? better yetā¦ is that man even the vice captain?!
gloved hands grip the quill, scribbling reports on the smooth parchment. thereās a thin sheen of sweat that glazes his foreheadābits of his green hair sticking on the smooth skin despite the coolness that envelopes the room.
āis there anything you need, grandmaster?ā lohen asks with an uncharacteristic smile, which sends a chill down varkaās spine.
varka approaches him, his heavy footsteps filling the air.
you feel the weight of the grandmaster's steps on the wooden floor, and your heart practically starts beating out of your chest. from nervousness or the thrill of being caught with your boyfriend's cock deep in your throat, you're not so sure.
the blonde lets out a satisfied grin, glancing around lohen's desk. usually, there'd be a pile of paperwork on the smaller side, which usually indicates he's ignoring it on purpose, while the bigger side has various weapons he's cleaning.
today, it seems his desk was covered with paperwork.
varka hums, āwell this is newā¦ā he chuckles aloud. āsure you didnāt hit your head or something?ā
sure, writing reports is part of his duties as vice-captainā¦ but to see him actually do it himself? yeah, that was new.
the comment has your lips turning upward.
lohen, as if sensing your amusement, pushes your head further in to accommodate more of his length. the tip rests snuggly against the back of your throat, causing you to sputter.
bastard!
"i'm offended, grandmaster. is that how poorly you think of my work abilities?" lohen teases, but his voice comes out strained than with its usual suave.
your tongue swirls around his length, the wet muscle brushing against a vein. his hips buck instinctively, chasing the pleasure your sweet warm mouth provides. fuck, it should be embarrassing how wet your panties have gotten given your current predicament.
varka waves a hand, dismissing lohen's comment with a laugh. he thinks itās best to leave the vice-captain alone for now, before his sudden wave of diligence fades. or worse, lest he decides to spike another glass of his dandelion wine.
āwork hard!ā is all he yells before shutting the door behind himāfootsteps fading away before it completely stills.
lohen lets out a cheeky smile after that (very unfortunate) disturbance finally passes. his gaze now freely meets your kneeling form that's hidden underneath the wooden desk.
you pull your head back, leaving only his blushing tip inside before giving it a gentle suck. your tongue runs over the slit, tasting his precum.
his thumb runs tender circles on your cheek, and you look up through damp lashes. you reel in the attention under his heated gaze. āwish you could see how cute look, bunnyā¦ā
featherlight kisses trail along his lengthāthe action making his dick pulse.
"fuuuck, j-just like that..." he moans breathlessly with his head tilted back against the chair. his adam's apple bobbing. gloved hands reach out to tangle in your hair, forcing your mouth to take more of him.
you gag on his a cock a bit, and the bastard shudders.
your fingers grip his waist to anchor yourself, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. itās getting harder to breathe with his cock lodged deep in your throat and you whine.
wait, did he just get harder?
he starts to shallowly thrust his cock while holding your head still. the wet sound accompanied by his moans reverberate in the room. āmhmp!ā you sputter.
with the way heās unabashedly moaning, youād think youāre indulging yourselves in the confines of your home and not his workplace.
ā¦still, youād be lying if you said you didnāt like it.
the ache in your pussy only grows, and you canāt help but push your thighs together.
even in his pleasure induced mind, lohen still manages to notice the ache your poor pussy feels.
so, he nudges the tip of his boot against your crotchāpressing against it insistently as if silently urging you to ride his boot. admittedly, it immediately sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core, and you canāt help but moan.
itās not enough, but you take it nonetheless.
āshit, bunā¦ riding my boot?ā he chuckles, as if he wasnāt the one to start. you want to glare up at him, give him a piece of your mind but itās really really difficult with him practically using your mouth like its a fleshlight.
you hump his boot, the knot in your lower belly tightening up embarrassingly quick. but with way heās treating your mouth and the delicious pressure his boot provides, you canāt be bothered to feel any shame.
his thrusts grow more and more sloppy, and by this time, youāre sure your face is covered with spit and sweat. āg-gonna cum inside bunnyā¦!ā he stutters before forcing your head down, keeping you close to his cock as he shoots warm cum deep in your throat.
you pull away to breatheābut he keeps a hand on the back of your head, still keeping you close. his other hand holds the base of his cock and he glides the tip across your swollen lips like lip gloss, the pearly white liquid glistening under the office light.
itās been a month since lohen professed his love for you at starsnatch cliff.
and it has also been a month since you rejected him.
truthfully, you expected a strain in your relationship. after all, wouldnāt it make things awkward between the two of you? five years of friendship down the drain over a confession of love.
youād understand if that was where your friendship with him went.
however, despite your rejection, lohen seems to be handling it pretty well. he still greets you, spends time with you, and still treats you the same as before.
but admittedly, thereās that feeling of guilt that lingers in your mind.
lohenās a good person. sure, heās much moreā¦ violent and seeks battles than most but you know thereās still a good part of himself underneath these layers. butā¦ you just really canāt look at him as something more than friends.
he understands that, doesnāt he?
āso? what do you say, dinner at my place?ā he leans his chin on his palm, elbow resting on your wooden table. red irises sweep across your face before settling on your pretty eyes.
āthat sounds good! when is it?ā your reply comes within a heartbeat, possibly from your guilty conscience or excitementāyou donāt know.
lohen gives you a closed eye smile, evidently pleased. āhow about tonight?ā
come to think of it, through out the years youāve known him, youāve never really been to his place.
āhow come you never invited me to your house before?ā you ask, taking a mouthful of food.
lohen shrugs, slicing a piece of meat on his plate. ānever really bothered. besides, your place is bigger.ā
you hum in reply. surprisingly, his house is situated somewhat far from the city, hidden by trees . itās small tooāwith little furniture. it makes sense, considering heās a private person outside his interests.
āyāknow, youāre not a bad cook! i should make you cook more often.ā you joke, taking a sip of your apple cider.
he smiles. āyouāll get to, donāt worry.ā
you donāt get it, but wave it off as a joke.
the conversation drifts off to to comfortable silence after. outside, the wind drifts through the trees, gently shaking its branches. the forest seems endless here, and you wonder how he found a place so secluded.
you reach for your cider again, your fingers curling around the cool glass.
ā¦huh, why does it taste sweeter than you remember?
āyou bought this from angelās share, right?ā
lohen glances up at you. āyeah. does it taste different?ā
weird, youāve drank apple cider countless times before to the point the taste was practically etched on your tongue.
āa littleā¦ it somehow tastes sweeter?ā
his gaze flickers to the cup. ādoes it?ā
"i think..." You rub at your temple with a small sigh. "i must be more tired than I thought."
he watches you over the rim of his glass. āprobably.ā
your fork slips slightly from your fingers, clattering against the edge of your plate. "...sorry." the room suddenly feels warmerāthe candle that flickers on the table blurring at its edges. you blink, trying to focus your vision.
ālohen?ā
he sets his utensils down with deliberate care before standing up. the screech of his chair sounding distant in your ears.
a wave of unease settles deep in your gut.
āwhat did you do?ā you gasp before hastily forcing your body to move.
you donāt get to move too far before your knees give out, your vision darkening around the edges. you expect to hit the floor, but lohenās arms wraps around you instead. he presses you close against his chest and you could feel the erratic beat of his heart.
ālet me go! lohen!ā you struggle using the last of your strength, clawing and thrashing at his body. even with your fading consciousness, you feel him inhale the skin on your neck.
it makes your skin crawl.
he shushes your words away with a lovesick smile. āyouāre gonna be okay. i promise.ā
edit: reading this a few days after posting feels so embarrassing lowkā¦ might rewrite this in the futureā¦ or just make a smutty part 2 :3
