When you finally get your mind set on some work to do, sitting at your desk like a champ. Finally getting an ounce of motivation to do your tasks for your next deadline, and then there he is.
Observing you from where he is sitting, desperately trying to focus on his book or.. whatever occupation he tried to acquire to pass the time while you have to do your own things. Barely glancing in his direction.
No.. this can't be though. Not for too long at least. So you expected him to stay nicely sat a few meters from you, sitting at your desk when he could just.. help your motivation further ? Nah, think again.
Confidently typing on your keyboard, you sigh, a small content smile spreading on your lips as you analyse your progress. It's almost done, finish line is right ahead — a small pat jolts you out of your concentration.
You look up, his eyes needy and desperate to just have his arms around you — or so you thought.
"I just have a few more things to do, we can cuddle all you want after that, I promise.."
He closes his eyes, sighs and shakes his head — you don't get it, do you ? — his eyes bore into yours again, he places a gentle hand behind your shoulder.
"I've been waiting all day, please."
He whines, whines. You sigh, shoulders falling in despair, letting him know this isn't the right time for you, no matter how much you love him. Yet just as he wanted, you get up. Leaving him just enough space to slip behind you and sit on that uncomfortable chair you sat on all day.
You sit on his lap, his thighs supporting you better than any chair could. It was way more confortable, yes — and as soon as his deprived hands grab a firm hold of your waist, you know that work will have to wait until at least tomorrow.
You look over your shoulder, discerning the blush over his cheeks, ‘attempt to self control’ written all over his face.
He nods weakly, one arm circling around your waist to pull you closer — desperately closer. You quickly find your back tightly pressed against his broad chest, nearly sensing his heartbeat quickening in anticipation.
He adjusts in his seat and there you finally feel it — it's hard, aching to be relieved, it's twitching and already leaking at the feeling of your clothed hole over him.
"Hey.. I'm warning you, if you don't let me concentrate on this work, I'll shoo you away. Better stay still."
As if — but then again, as you wish — he audibly gulps, doing his best to not whimper under you when you order him like this.
"Just wanna be inside then, baby, please"
He shifts again, his hot breathe warming the soft skin of your neck while he whispers next to your ear. It's the only way to not fail in maintaining his cool and not let out any needy noises.
Your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you lift your hips up, standing on your feet for a few seconds — a silent yes that he quickly takes in, as his thick hands hurriedly grab the waistband of his boxer and sweatpants, pulling them down mid-thigh.
His cock doing it's best not to burst a load at the sudden change of temperature, tip red and sensitive already after a day of imagining your sweet hole around him.
You lower your shorts and panties, both falling to your feet without effort, his eyes pretty much shining at the sight of your bare ass, he can't even keep his hands to himself at the view. A faint slap falls on your ass followed by a devilish scoff resonating in his throat as you jolt.
Spreading your legs and taking a few steps back so you're bending over him, elbows steadily holding you up on the desk as you let him align himself with your entrance. His big hands gently guide you down on his length, — it twitches, pulsates. It's hot and needy, like him.
You hear him hold back his breath as you sink down on him, sitting proudly over his lap when your walls finally envelope his cock all the way to the base. He lets out a shaky breathe, the same arm finding it's initial place around your waist for support and sanity. At least what's left of it.
You giggle faintly, you just made the big boy stutter by just sitting on his aching cock, veins pulsating blood in his hard shaft so desperately you swear it'll mess up your heartbeat.
Fully filled, warming him up just the way he was craving for hours, you straighten your back, your hands find the keyboard as you begin typing again, concentrating back in your work.
Mind you, you're the only one concentrated and mentally okay with this situation, because if one person in this room isn’t losing it, it's certainly not him right now. But you so wanna finish this work after all.
And he wants to finish too — or maybe, we're not talking about the same thing now ?
His eyes tightly close, it's taking all his self control to not hold you in a headlock and fuck himself inside you. Maybe this will remind you he needs a piece of the attention you overly give to your works.
He sighs, his eyes scanning your back and the way it stays so still over him. Wondering just how you're able to act so cool, when you usually mewl and incoherently babble when he sinks his fat inches inside your tight little hole.
"You're so warm, you feel so good wrapped this tight around me, doll"
His hips jerk against you, pushing himself just a tiny little bit deeper. You're wet, oh so wet for him, and it works his brain up so bad.
He leans closer to your back, pressing a hot kiss to the back of your neck, his huge hands making your waist look so small when they snarl over your skin, grabbing a good hold of the way your hips do their best to stay still.
You contentedly sigh, he knows how to get under your skin — he knows how to break your resistance, — and patience is key.
Kisses pressed gently on your skin, marking your neck all the way to your shoulder while his hungry hands slide under your shirt, begging to be wrapped around those soft and round boobs.
You feel so small under his hands, he loves it. He loves the way you feel so fragile and breakable even when you think you're in control. His hands come up to grope your breast, thumb teasing your hardened nipple, — and you do exactly what he wants, you mewl.
He wants to tell you to give up on that work for today, you certainly did a good job so far already — but you'd tell him to keep his hands off you and scold him for distracting you.
And he doesn't want that. Toying with you is just how he likes to have you. Earn you.
"Baby.. I need to finish this, please"
He knows. Does he care though ? No. Absolutely not.
His digits work over your tit, circling and flicking them until your hips unconsciously twitch and you squeeze his cock. He smirks, he knows you're too weak to play this game. He won from the moment you took your eyes off your fucking screen.
And he'll make you say it again afterwards, but surely not speaking about your stupid assignment this time.
He bites your neck, his hips jerking when you squeeze him again, earning a lewd moan out of your soft parted lips. Because at this point, you were needy and desperate to have him pace his hips into yours. You needed him as much as he needed you after all.
Yet here you are, insisting on finishing that damn assessment. You shakily type a few word on the computer while he plays with your boobs, as if you were used to it now. Unbothered, — not quite exactly though, you were practically soaking his tensed balls wet.
"Look, what d'you think ?"
You manage to ask, his hands and mouth still trying their best to distract you from that damn computer.
He kisses, bites your skin, already red and overused. His hand slide down your stomach, finding their favorite place between your thighs while the other grab a firm hold of your waist to keep you in place.
Because he knows and understand that you want to act indifferent so bad but once he's got his digits between your folds, you're squeezing your thighs together and squirming around, begging to be spared.
And once his fingers slide down your folds, ghosting over your clit, you're doing right what he knew you would do. Squirm around, desperately trying to pull on his wrist to keep his hands away from what he toys the best with.
"Sshh, focus on your assessment, baby"
Asshole, you think to yourself — so he needs you mewling, whining and fighting under his grip to remind you to stay focused ? Daring you to resist him now.
His kisses turn into mean little chuckles, his arm griping your waist tighter than it ever has been so his fingers can work over your clit, toying with it just the right way to get you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back over his shoulder.
"Okay.. okay. That’s it, lemme reward you, doll"
You moan and press your thighs together — at least best you can with how spread he's keeping you with his own thighs. He kisses your cheeks, finally able to see your pretty face contort in pleasure as he handles you.
You're shaking already, deprived from your own will. His firm hold over your waist easing him to move your hips over his own, his tip pressing the deepest spot of your insides with just how hard he is.
Your lips parting to let out yet another needy mewl, his thumb caresses the soft skin of your sides. He presses another kiss on your temples.
"I'll take care of you now"
He doesn't want to be mean but he's been craving to cum inside you all day, his poor balls aching to be emptied. Wishing he could just pick you up and throw your small frame on the bed and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name.
After a long day of ignoring him, you got him all desperate. Poor big boy losing his restraint and becoming a messy one needing to get his favorite little hole filled to the brim with his precious cum.
Reminding you that your time is all his and only his.
— CALEB ais Eren Xavier AMON suguru Marius ghost
fyi, yes, i have works to do. and yes, i was doing it with caleb staring into my soul while doing it.
it just sounded so well i had to write that down. writing this without overthinking it guys, bare with me. anyway i admit i wanted to quote my favorite guys bc they deserved their little story too! didn't quite know how to finish it—
if anyone has ideas or requests i'm all ears.
likes, rb and comments are appreciated, thank you again lovelies ♡
@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.
