in which your coworker provides where your boyfriend fails, based on this ask.
pairing: koga yudai x fem!reader
warnings: infidelity/cheating, semi-public sex, sex at work, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, mention of taking pics/videos, mention of getting caught, cumming inside. do not read if uncomfortable.
your eyelids were growing heavier by the second as you stared at the printer. painfully slow, the paper printed out one by one. for an office space as big as the one you worked at, you would’ve thought they could afford to get an actually decent printer, but you were wrong.
you let out a deep sigh, crossing your arms as you waited impatiently for the printing job to finish.
“good morning,” kei, one of your coworkers, greeted, stepping into the printer room with you. “got you this.”
he handed you a cup of coffee. when you looked closer at the paper cup, you saw that your order was written on it with a heart drawn around it, and it brought a smile to your tired face.
“you’re the best,” you gushed, bringing the cup up to your lips.
“how was your weekend?” kei asked, leaning against the table behind you.
you thought about the weekend you had, and why it had made you so tired now; monday morning.
you and your boyfriend fought almost all weekend. it started over the dinner reservations he missed and didn’t bother to tell you he was going to miss, which left you sitting alone at a restaurant for almost two hours. it was humiliating and you were pissed, pissed that your own boyfriend of over a year had stood you up.
he was apologetic at first, but seeing how you were still angry with him and refused to accept his apology, he too grew angry. you didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as him, so you opted for the couch instead. you got a horrible night of rest, resulting in your exhaustion at work.
kei gave you a look. you and him were close enough for him to know that you were lying.
“jae and i got into a little fight,” you said, trying to be as casual about it as possible. “it’s fine. it’s not a big deal. it’s stupid.”
“i’m sorry,” kei said. “what’d he do?”
“what makes you think he did something wrong instead of me?” you wondered.
kei shrugged. “just a feeling.”
sighing, you shook your head and said, “he stood me up.”
“wow,” kei scoffed. “what was his excuse?”
“he forgot,” you answered.
“he forgot?” kei repeated. “how the hell do you just forget that you have a date with your partner?”
you turned back to the printer, finding that it had finished sometime while you were talking to kei.
“i don’t know,” you mumbled, the sadness and anger of it all hitting you again. “but he did.”
“i’m sorry,” kei said, suddenly from behind you. he planted a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder. “you know you don’t deserve that, right?”
you shrugged, feeling at ease under his reassuring touch.
you collected your papers, thanked kei for the coffee, and made your way back to your desk.
you looked up from your desk and were met with kei, an excited smile on his handsome face.
it was friday now, and you were glad. the work week seemed to have dragged on and on and you needed a weekend to do absolutely nothing and recover from it all.
“what?” you asked, mirroring his smile.
“some of us are gonna get drinks after work,” he informed, “and you have to come.”
“oh, i have to?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“yes, you have to because i won’t want to go if you’re not there,” kei explained, fidgeting with one of the stray pens sitting on your desk.
“the sacrifices i make for you,” you replied. “but fine, i’ll go.”
“thank you,” he said, delighted.
as he walked away, you craned your neck to watch him go. only when he turned his head to meet your gaze did you immediately turn back to your desk, embarrassed about being caught.
the truth was, you might’ve had a little, tiny dumb crush on kei. but you didn’t think much of it. most of the girls in the office had crushes on kei because it was hard not to.
he was funny, charming, kind, and unbelievably good looking. far too good looking to be working in an office.
and out of all the people that you guys worked with, you were closest to each other. some of your other coworkers even liked to joke that he was your “work husband” and you were his “work wife,” which was stupid because you had a long term boyfriend.
but you never stopped them either. you didn’t exactly mind being called his work wife. you knew it was dumb, nothing serious.
although you were sitting in a booth with a handful of your coworkers, you and kei found yourself in your own little bubble next to each other. neither of you were engaging much with the conversation occurring around you, but rather with each other instead.
“how’s everything with jae?” kei asked, glancing at you before staring down into his drink.
“it’s fine now,” you said unconvincingly. “just have to let things go sometimes, you know?”
“not really,” kei replied. you looked at him with a singular raised brow. “i mean, its not cool that he stood you up. this isn’t just some random guy, it’s your long term boyfriend.”
“i know that,” you said. “obviously i’m not happy about it, but what i supposed to do?”
kei didn’t say anything. you took a large swig of your drink, gulping down the rest of it.
“do you want another drink?” he asked.
“no,” you said. “i should probably get home soon anyway.”
“can i give you a ride?” he asked.
the two of you said goodbye to your coworkers, then left the bar together. you followed kei to his car, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm from the sharp, cold air.
kei opened the passenger side door for you before making his way around to the drivers seat.
he placed his hand on the back of your seat, turning his head to make sure there were no cars behind him before reversing out of his space and starting the drive to your apartment.
“are you doing anything this weekend?” you wondered.
“kinda,” he eventually answered. “i have a date tomorrow.”
“yeah,” he responded, shrugging. “it’s whatever. just dinner and drinks. i’m not expecting much to come of it.”
you almost didn’t even hear him because you were so distracted watching him drive. his serious face as he focused on the road, the way the streetlights reflected in different colors onto his skin, the way he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and kept the other on the gear stick.
he pulled up to a red light and stopped, looking over at you.
“she doesn’t seem like my type,” he told you.
kei pondered for a moment, stroking his chin.
“funny girls,” he said, then continued. “hardworking, smart, sassy.”
you weren’t sure why you were ticking off the boxes in your head as to whether or not you fit those descriptors. why did it matter to you? you were already taken. it was like you had to remind yourself of that.
the light turned green, so kei turned his attention back to the road and began driving again.
“well, how do you know she isn’t any of those things?” you wondered.
“i’ve met her once,” he said. “we have a mutual friend. i don’t know, she just didn’t stand out to me.”
for the rest of the car ride, which was only a few more minutes, neither of you said much else.
he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, putting the car in park.
“thanks for the ride,” you said, gathering your purse and any other belongings you had.
“thanks for coming out,” he said, eyes twinkling in the dark.
you opened the door and climbed out.
before you closed the door behind you, you said, “i hope your date goes well tomorrow.”
he chuckled at that, like you were telling him a joke.
“i’ll tell you all about it on monday.”
then, finally, you closed the door and walked inside.
as always, the weekend flew by and you were back at work early monday morning.
you were so focused on the screen of your computer, doing your work, that you almost didn’t notice kei making his way over to your desk like he so often did.
“morning,” he said, leaning against your desk.
“good morning,” you said, taking in his always alarmingly good looking appearance. “wow, you’re glowing. i take it your date went well?”
he laughed at that, which made you smile, proud to have earned a reaction from him.
“not at all,” he said. “she was none of the things i was telling you about the other night.”
“oh,” you said, relieved for some reason that it hadn’t gone well. “i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay,” he said. “i just couldn’t help but feel like i was holding her to some higher standard, comparing her to someone else that she could never be.”
you wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he was speaking again before you could.
you trailed off as you thought about your weekend, which wasn’t very good.
you and your boyfriend had rescheduled the date you were meant to go on last weekend, the one where he stood you up, and he’d actually showed up this time.
the dinner was fine, but it was when you got home the problems started arriving.
you went straight to the bedroom together with the intention of having yourselves a long, good, much needed night.
you two were kissing, then making out, then undressing and touching and feeling and he was inside of you.
you hadn’t cum. you hadn’t even come close to cumming. he left you high and dry, didn’t even think about the possibility of making you finish.
by that point, you were so angry that you didn’t even want to make yourself finish. you didn’t even want to be anywhere near your boyfriend.
you grabbed a pillow from the bed and stormed out to the living room, opting to sleep on the couch once again.
“it was fine,” you told kei.
“liar,” he said, always able to catch you in a lie. “trouble in paradise again?”
“yeah,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “something like that.”
“i’m sorry,” he said. you looked down at your desk when you realized his hand had brushed against yours, caressing the back of it with his thumb. “you know i’m always here to talk. i’m just a few desks away.”
you smiled softly, forgetting all about jae and the trouble he was causing you when kei was right there in front of you, being as sweet and handsome as he was.
“yeah,” you said. “thanks.”
a few hours later you were standing at the dreaded printer again. this time, instead of printing out your paper painfully slow, it wasn’t printing at all.
you’d checked to make sure there was paper in it, you checked the ink levels, and you even unplugged it and plugged it back in. but it wouldn’t budge.
just as you were about to start kicking the old machine in frustration, kei walked in, the door shutting behind him.
“yeah, hey,” you muttered in annoyance.
“what’s wrong?” he wondered.
“this printer,” you told him. “this is a multi-million dollar company and yet our printer seems to be from the 1800s. i mean, god, this thing is enough to make me want to quit!”
“hey, hey,” kei cooed, suddenly standing closely behind you. he pressed his hand onto your shoulder the way he did when he was trying to comfort you. “it’s okay. let me see, maybe i can fix it.”
you took a deep breath, not realizing how worked it up it’d made you.
he stayed standing behind you as he fumbled around with the printer, his arms reaching around your shoulders. you could feel his body heat radiating into you, his breath warm on the back of your neck.
“i’m sorry,” you mumbled, shaking your head in embarrassment while he worked. “i’m just stressed, i guess. everything with jae and all.”
“what happened?” kei asked, eyebrows furrowed as he browsed the printer settings.
“you don’t wanna know,” you said.
“he couldn’t make me finish,” you told him.
kei tensed, movements halting. he glanced down at you, eyebrows raising in surprise.
“i told you you don’t wanna know,” you said.
“no, it’s fine,” kei assured, swallowing. “unexpected, but fine. why couldn’t he?”
kei went back to fidgeting with the printer, but you could feel it when he pressed his body a little closer to yours, leaving little to no room between you and him.
“he…” you exhaled, nervous to be so close to him. “he fell asleep.”
kei chuckled, and you felt the heat of his breath again on your skin. although it was warm, it gave you chills, your entire body shuddering.
“he fell asleep,” kei repeated.
you realized then that he’d given up on the printer. he had no excuse to be so close to you now, no excuse to be pressed against you with his arms around your shoulders.
“yeah,” you said in a whisper.
“why are you still with him?” kei asked, his voice quiet and deep in your ear. “why stay with a man who doesn’t even care if you cum or not?”
kei’s hands were on your shoulders, then trailing down your arms and landing on your hips.
“why not be with someone who wants to make you feel good?” kei said.
your breath hitched in your throat as you finally felt it.
it was unmistakable, his cock hard as it dug into your backside. you couldn’t believe it, that you had the power to turn him on. and you couldn’t believe that you liked it, that you liked the feeling of being able to arouse another man who wasn’t your boyfriend.
“i want to be,” you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could process them. “i want to feel good.”
kei pushed some of your hair out of the way and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the back of your neck, ever so slowly and carefully shifting his hips forward against you.
“you deserve to,” he said, his lips pressing harder into your goosebump covered skin. “will you let me?”
“let you what?” you asked.
“let me make you feel good.”
one of his hands was slowly moving from your hip to the front of your stomach, then down to your pelvis.
“what about…” you trailed off as his hand landed on your covered pussy, not moving, but just resting there. “w-what about-”
“your boyfriend?” kei asked, finishing what you couldn’t say. “your boyfriend who couldn’t give a shit about whether or not you cum? your boyfriend who left you by yourself in a restaurant for hours because he forgot?”
kei’s words reminded you of how angry you were at your boyfriend and the state of your relationship. he was right in that you did deserve to cum.
“please, kei,” you whimpered, leaning back into his chest. “i want it.”
you could feel him smirk against your neck, and he began rubbing your cunt over your pants. you gasped just at the feeing of that alone, searching for something to grasp, and finding his other hand on your hip.
“gonna make you feel so good,” he promised, fingers rubbing slow, clean circles on you. “gonna make you cum, i promise.”
you struggled to keep your eyes open, the pleasure already too good, but you managed to glance over at the door. it was closed, yes, but unlocked. there wasn’t a lock on it, even if you did want to lock it, and that admittedly scared you. anyone could’ve walked in and seen what you were getting up to with kei.
and although that made you nervous, you were already too far gone to care.
suddenly, kei pried his hands off of you, and just when you were about to ask him why, he sank to his knees on the tiled floor and began unbuttoning your pants.
he was quick to pull you out of your pants and underwear. you couldn’t believe you were half naked at your place of work in front of someone who wasn’t your boyfriend. and not just someone, but kei, your “work husband.”
you guessed it only made sense that it would be him.
“fuck,” he said at just the sight of your bare pussy in front of him, ready and waiting for him to devour. “so fucking pretty.”
he sat up on his on his knees and spread your legs as much as he could for you in the position you were standing in, leaning back against the printer. then, he leaned in and licked a long, firm stripe up your cunt.
“oh, fuck!” you yelped, then immediately slapped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up.
kei moaned into your pussy, his tongue starting at a fast pace right from the start. it was heavy between your folds and consistently he slid it up and down, in circles, and other random shapes you couldn’t make out.
he grabbed one of your shins and urged you to lift a leg up, to rest one of them on his shoulder so he could get his face even deeper in your pussy.
you bit your lip hard enough that it would almost certainly bruise later, trying with all your strength not to scream at how good it felt.
you didn’t get it. you didn’t know what he was doing. you’d received head before many times. never from him, of course, but your boyfriend and the men that came before him.
but never in your life had you received head like this. there was something different about the way kei did it, something that had your legs shaking and your pussy dripping all over the printer room floor.
you dug both your hands into his hair, pushing his head harder into your cunt. you couldn’t think straight, you were so fucked out, so eager and desperate to cum for him.
his tongue lapped away at the absolute mess your cunt was making, your sopping wet folds and your puffy clit. the sound of it was beyond vulgar. if anyone pressed their ear to the door, they would know what you two were doing. and if they walked in, they would see it. they’d see you half straddling kei’s face, his head buried between your legs.
your let out a choked sob, pulling his hair because you didn’t know what else to do. he was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm, his tongue slippery and hitting every perfect spot on your pussy. you couldn’t handle it.
luckily, he didn’t seem to mind or even notice that you were on the brink of losing your mind from the pleasure. or if he did notice, he didn’t say anything. didn’t say anything about your bucking hips, or the way you tried to shove more of your pussy into his mouth, so out of it and lost in a haze of immense euphoria.
your clit twitched whenever he took it between his lips, sucking on it and kissing it, practically even making out with it. you could feel the arousal dripping from your empty hole and landing in his mouth, where he swallowed it like a drink.
you closed your thighs around his face, cradling the back of his head, almost entirely sitting on his face by that point.
“kei!” you cried out, chest heaving. “i’m so f—fucking close, oh my god.”
all he did was hum in response, which vibrated into you and pushed you that much closer.
you were absolutely writhing, body trembling as he swirled his tongue around your hole, drinking all your wetness before making his way back up to your clit. he repeated that cycle numerous times until eventually, the rubber band in your stomach snapped.
you bit the back of your hand because you were sure you would’ve screamed if not. you released all over kei’s face, walls contracting and pulsing around his tongue. he eagerly ate your cunt through your orgasm, helping you ride it out until you were done, practically on the brink of passing out of the floor.
he licked you clean, then helped slide your panties and pants back up your shaking legs. he stood up, brushing some of the dust off his pants.
his lips were glistening with your wetness, your arousal, your cum. you’d just came on another man’s face, a man who wasn’t your boyfriend.
kei wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and then the two of you just stood there staring at each other. neither of you knew what to say after what’d you just done.
“thank you,” you finally said, breaking the silence.
seriously? you thought to yourself. that was the best you could come up with?
“um,” kei began, “you’re welcome.”
“well,” you cleared your throat, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “i’m gonna go back to my desk.”
you promptly exited the printer room, and were back in the shared space where your other coworkers were, typing away at their desks.
you carefully and quietly walked by them, hoping to god they didn’t hear anything when you were in the printer room with kei, getting the head of a lifetime.
you found your desk and sat down, taking a long, much needed deep breath.
then, your gaze drifted over to the picture frame you had in the corner of your desk. it was a picture of you and your boyfriend from last year at the beach together, smiling happily.
your heart sank as you came to terms with what you’d just done. you’d cheated on him.
and you had to go home in less than 3 hours and face him.
much to your luck, the apartment was actually empty when you got home. you weren’t sure where your boyfriend was, but you guessed he was out with friends or staying late at work.
either way, you were relieved to have some time to figure out what to do.
the first thing you did was shower, rinsing the smell of kei off of you. as you washed your body, hot water streaming down your skin, you thought about him.
you thought about him pressed against you at the printer, his body firm, warm, and hard against yours. you though of how it felt when he kissed the back of your neck, his hand trailing down to your cunt.
you thought of him between your legs, eyes closed as he lapped at your pussy, making you cum since your boyfriend wouldn’t.
just the thought of it had you squeezing your legs together in the shower, getting yourself worked up all over again.
you got out of the shower then, made yourself a quick and easy dinner, then got in bed.
just when you were getting ready to drift off to sleep, you heard the front door open and close. you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door, and the bedroom door slowly opened.
your boyfriend got ready for bed quietly. he stripped out of his daytime clothes and into pajamas, then got into bed beside you.
your back was towards him, so he couldn’t see your face. he couldn’t see that your eyes were open. you weren’t sure what to say, if you were up for talking to him.
but for whatever reason, your mouth started talking before your brain could.
jae’s head turned to face you, even though you were facing the other way.
“oh,” he said, surprised that you were awake.
“where were you?” you wondered.
“got some drinks after work with a few coworkers,” he explained, which was what you figured. “did you have a good day at work?”
you swallowed harshly, reminiscing once again about your day at work.
“yeah,” you sputtered out. “it was fine. nothing crazy.”
“well that’s good,” he said. “right?”
“yeah, of course it is,” you said. “it’s always good when it’s a nice, easy day.”
you flinched when, all of the sudden, jae reached out, grazing your shoulder with his fingertips.
“hey,” he said, retreating his hand. “what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “i’m just tired. i don’t wanna do anything tonight.”
“i wasn’t trying to do anything,” jae said, defensive in his tone. “can a guy not touch his girlfriend anymore?”
you sighed, closing your eyes. you also heard him sigh, but you could tell it was in frustration and annoyance.
he turned off the lamp next to the bed, and rolled onto his side away from you.
that night, all you could think about was how you wished it were kei there beside you in your bed. you wished you were in his arms, safe and warm.
you were anxious heading into the office the next day. as much as you had been thinking about kei, you were terrified to see him.
you kept your head down when you got to the floor your office was on, quickly shuffling over to your desk without saying a word to anyone.
your view was slightly obstructed from your desk, but from the looks of it, it didn’t seem like kei was at his, that he wasn’t in yet.
that relieved you a bit, to know that you at least had some time to mentally prepare before he got there. you couldn’t just ignore him, you knew that. he was one of your close friends, and apparently something more now, and you didn’t want to lose that after just one little unexplainable mishap in the printer room.
you decided to distract yourself with work, which was why you were there after all. you certainly weren’t at work to be getting head from your coworker, you knew that much.
you were engrossed in your computer a few minutes later, but you eventually heard his voice. you heard him greeting some of the others, laughing with one of them, unmistakably kei.
his voice got closer and closer until he made it over to your desk. you expected him to stop like he always did. he always stopped at your desk and talked with you a bit before heading to his own and getting some work done.
he didn’t blatantly ignore you. he hit you with a polite, professional “good morning,” and continued on his way to his desk. he greeted you just like you were anybody else.
you felt your shoulders slump, caving in on yourself.
what the hell was that? why was he being short with you, when you thought it was supposed to be the other way around? was he regretting what happened?
you turned and poked your head out of your desk area to try and see if you could see him, but he was completely out of your sight.
you sighed, shaking your head as you went back to your work because there was nothing else you could do.
for the rest of the workday, you and kei didn’t interact. you left the office first without saying goodbye. the next morning, he came in after you and didn’t even bid you a good morning that time.
it was a true game of ignoring each other.
but then friday rolled around.
most of the office left early on fridays, too eager to start their weekends. but you didn’t feel like going home. all week, there’d been tension between you and jae and the last thing you felt like dealing with was him.
so, by 5 p.m. that friday, everyone was mostly gone. only a few stragglers remained, including yourself, and you found yourself in the break room.
you weren’t taking a break, which was the designated purpose of the room, obviously. rather, you were cleaning it. someone had to do it, and by the looks of it, it had been a while.
you knew things were bad for you since you were voluntarily cleaning your office’s break room on a friday night.
you were clearing out one of the cabinets when you heard the door open behind you. you glanced over your shoulder, not expecting to find kei there of all people.
for a moment, you both just stared blankly at each other. you were unsure if he was going to speak, and he was unsure if you were going to. it was like you both were waiting for the other one to break the silence first.
“stress cleaning?” he asked you, setting his coffee mug in the sink.
“i guess i am,” you answered.
he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching you wipe down the shelves in the cabinet. for a moment, that was all he did, just watched in silence.
then, he said, “are we still ignoring each other?”
“i don’t know,” you replied. “are we?”
“stop answering questions with questions,” he said firmly. “tell me how you feel.”
you huffed, setting the rag down and giving him your full attention.
“i feel bad, kei,” you told him. “i feel bad because you’re all i can think about after what we did, and i feel bad because i cheated on my boyfriend. but i also feel bad because being around him lately has been awful. everything just sucks, okay? so that’s how i feel.”
kei didn’t say anything for a moment. but then, he took a step towards you, his eyes reassuring.
“can i hug you?” he asked.
you hesitated, gaze drifting to the floor. and then you nodded, and he enveloped you in his arms.
his scent infiltrated your lungs, his delicious smelling cologne that made you want him all over again. he rubbed your back, chin resting on top of your head.
“i’m sorry,” he said. “i’m sorry i ignored you. i just wasn’t sure how to act, you know?”
“yeah,” you muttered into his chest. “kei?”
“do you regret it?” you wondered, and braced yourself for his answer.
he pulled back from the hug but stayed close, his hands on your shoulders.
“no,” he answered. “not at all. do you?”
you gulped, shaking your head.
“no,” you said in a whisper. “i should, but i don’t. it felt so good. it felt right.”
“it did, didn’t it?” he remarked, bringing his hand up to your face.
he caressed your cheek, thumb swiping back and forth on your blushing skin. you leaned into his touch, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
“i would do it again,” he said softly.
“me too,” you said. “i would do more.”
“yeah?” he said breathily. “what else would you do?”
you weren’t sure how you got there, but you were backed up against the table now, the table where people sat and ate when they were taking their breaks. you were trapped with kei in front of you.
“i’d let you fuck me on this table,” you told him, exhaling, “right now.”
kei barely went a second before catching your lips in his, kissing you passionately. you absolutely melted at the feeling, having missed being close to him in such a way despite it only having been a few days.
like you’d said, it felt right. it felt like this was how it was always supposed to be—kei kissing you with a fiery, burning passion in the break room.
he hoisted you up onto the table and stood between your legs, pressing his body weight into you. you could feel that warmth coming from a him, a warmth that felt like safety. you weren’t sure what that meant, but you liked it. you wanted more.
you tugged him even closer by the collar of his shirt, your chests coming together. he brought his hand up to your chest and began unbuttoning your blouse until eventually the red lacy bra was right there on display just for him.
“so pretty,” he whispered against your lips. “just for me.”
“just for you,” you confirmed.
he kissed you harder, his tongue snaking into your mouth. you eagerly accepted the intrusion and rubbed yours against his, moaning at the taste and feeling of him in such a lewd way, a way that two coworkers should be feeling each other.
he cupped one of your tits over your bra, fondling the weight in the palm of his hand.
as pretty as he thought the bra was and how pretty you looked in it, he wanted it off. he wanted to see the jewels that were hiding underneath.
with skilled and evidently experienced fingers, he unhooked your bra and let it slide down your arms, revealing your bare chest to him.
for a moment, all he could do was stare in awe at what he was seeing. the sight of you perched up on that table, no shirt, hair a mess, lips swollen, was enough to make him twitch in his pants. he thought you looked so good, he almost wanted to take a picture—a picture that he’d send to your boyfriend, to show him what he was missing.
yeah, kei really liked the thought of that. he barely even knew your boyfriend, maybe met him once at some work event or something, but he knew he didn’t like him. what he wouldn’t give to take a picture of you like this, or even take a video of himself fucking you to show your pathetic boyfriend. to show that you liked someone else, that you liked getting fucked by someone else.
kei finally brought his mouth down to your chest, wrapping his lips around one of the hardened buds. you sighed in contentment, bringing your hand up to cradle the back of his head.
he let his eyes flutter shut, bringing his hand up to your other tit. he just barely grazed the pad of his finger over your hard nipple, softly rubbing it in tiny circles. you arched your back, pushing your chest further against him.
with his focus directed to your tits, you glanced over at the door. it was closed, unlocked, much like the situation in the printer room. you knew the office was nearly empty, but it was still possible that someone could walk in.
because of that, you tried to keep your voice down. you tried not to moan every time kei slid his tongue over your nipple, or pinched it gently between his fingers. but it wasn’t easy. somehow, he seemed to know exactly what to do to make you squirm.
his hand shifted from your tit and started making its way down the front of your body, running over your clothed pussy. you gasped at just the feeling of his fingers brushing over you, already so sensitive.
he unbuttoned your pants and slid them down your legs, your panties quick to follow. it was slightly embarrassing to be completely naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed. your cheeks flushed, and you felt the urge to cover yourself up.
you turned your head to the side, too nervous and shy to make eye contact with him.
“hey,” he cooed, tilting your head back to face him. “don’t be shy. it’s just me.”
“its not just you,” you mumbled, staring down.
“what do you mean?” he asked, caressing your face comfortingly.
“i don’t know,” you said. “you’re you. and you’re like…perfect.”
“if anyone is perfect here, it’s you,” he remarked, his hand moving down your face, to your jaw, to your shoulder. “i mean, look at you. i can’t even believe you’re in front of me like this right now.”
you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“can you…you know,” you trailed off. “can you get naked, too?”
he smiled, kissing your forehead. wordlessly, he began unbuttoning his shirt, which left him in just a white tank top underneath. but then that was next to go, followed by his pants and his underwear, which left him just as naked as you.
you eyes trailed down his body, taking in the sight of his chiseled abs, muscles beautifully defined. you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, dragging your hand down his abdomen.
kei hummed, like he was getting pleasure just from you trailing your fingers down his abs.
your hand continued traveling south, your eyes following until they landed on his cock, which stood tall and hard and quite frankly, huge.
it was easily the prettiest dick you’d ever seen, and that was fitting since kei was so pretty himself. it was long, a pretty vein running up the side, and his pink tip was dribbling pre cum, eager to be touched. luckily, you were just as eager to touch it.
you wrapped your fingers around it, slowly starting to stroke it up and down. kei hissed, watching your hand glide over him.
“yeah,” he whispered under his breath. “fuck—wanna fuck you so bad.”
you spread your legs just a little more and looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“so, go ahead,” you said.
you removed your hand from his length to place it on the table, holding yourself up. kei lined his tip up with your soaking entrance, and slowly began to push in.
the moan you released was loud, riskily loud. you slapped a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up, but you just couldn’t help it. just the feeling of him entering you, slowly stretching you out, was amazing.
he took a deep breath in and kept pushing and pushing until he finally bottomed out inside you. at that point, he had to stop and close his eyes, calm himself down so he didn’t cum too early. you just felt too good. your pussy was too warm, too wet, too perfect.
he found your hand on the table and placed his on top of it.
“you okay?” he asked gently.
“mmm, yeah,” you responded. “need you to move, please. need you to fuck me.”
kei bit his lip, pulled out halfway, then thrusted back in, slow and deep. you could feel him so well, feel every inch of him inside of you stretching you out, and you loved it. you couldn’t believe how much you loved it, how good it felt just to have him inside you, even not moving.
his pace gradually got faster, and eventually he was going fast enough that the table shifted with each thrust. you threw your head back, moaning shamelessly behind you hand, your legs dangling around his hips.
“so fucking perfect,” kei groaned through heavy breaths. “never wanna stop fucking you.”
the sound of your skin slapping together filled the small break room. it was lewd and wrong, of course, but god, it felt so fucking good. he fucked you with all his energy and passion, and it showed.
eventually, he was slamming his hips into you and his cock finally hit that deep, spongy spot in your cunt, and it made you absolutely lose your mind.
“fuck, kei!” you shouted, moving your hand from your mouth to scratch down his arm. “right there, right there! don’t stop.”
kei moaned, successfully railing into your g-spot over and over and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body bouncing from how hard he fucked you.
“fuck, take it, baby. taking this cock so well.”
your cunt clenched around him, legs squeezing his hips. you were already trembling from the pleasure, as it was too intense, yet you didn’t want to end. you never wanted it to end.
“kei,” you practically sobbed. “it feels so f-fucking good.”
“awh, i know, sweetheart,” he cooed, slowing his pace significantly but still fucking you nice and deep and hard. “feels good to finally get some good dick, yeah? i’m so much better than him, baby. i make you feel so much better, isn’t that right?”
his tone was so sweet, so gentle, yet his words were mean directed to your boyfriend, who you’d managed to forget about for the time being. you were so fixated on kei and what you were doing with him.
“say it, baby,” kei urged. “say i make you feel better than him.”
with the slower pace he was going, you were able to catch your breath for a moment, to regain some consciousness. what kei was asking you to do felt wrong, even though what you were already doing with him was so much worse.
“kei,” you sighed, looking up at him.
his face was serious, his eyes dark as he stared down at you.
“say it,” he said, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek again. “i know you feel that way. there’s so harm in admitting it.”
his thrusts started speeding back up again, his cock moving like a piston in your tight pussy. you cried out, tilting your head back.
“fuck!” you moaned, tits bouncing in his face from his hard thrust. “you’re so much better than him, kei—shit! so much better.”
“that’s it,” he approved, squeezing your hand in satisfaction. “that’s my sweet girl.”
my. my sweet girl. you liked the way it sounded, the idea of being his.
mindlessly, your gaze drifted over to the door again. still closed, still unlocked for anyone to come in and see, and at that point, you were so far gone and fucked out that you wouldn’t even care if someone walked in.
you bet they’d be jealous. all the men in the office wanted you and all the women wanted kei. regardless who it would be if someone were to walk in, they’d be jealous, but more than that, they’d be shocked. they’d be shocked to see you getting the pounding of a lifetime right there on the break room table where they sat and drank coffee everyday of the week.
you found yourself moaning, clenching around kei at just the thought. you really were so far gone, almost wanting to get caught.
“i’m close, kei,” you warned.
“fuck, me too,” he said. “come here.”
he slowed back down again, thrusting at a more sustainable speed. he brought you into his chest, your head resting against his abs. he moved some of the hairs out of your face.
“where do you want me to cum?” he asked you, his tip brushing your g-spot with every thrust.
immediately, you mind went: inside. you knew you shouldn’t let him, but you really, really wanted to feel it. you wanted nothing more than for kei’s hot cum to fill you up and flood your insides.
“inside,” you told him, looking up at him from where your head lay. “need it so bad.”
kei hummed, snapping his hips harshly once again. he spread your legs wide so that your feet were resting on the table, and he slammed into you the hardest and fastest that’d he’d gone so far. he had a clear view now if he looked down of his cock going in and out of you, and it was a sight to see. a sight he wanted to see again and again and again.
“kei!” you yelped, your upper body giving out on you so you laid flat on the table. “don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, please!”
kei groaned, nearly growling as he chased his high and chased yours for you. he looked so hot, his hair falling into his face, droplets of sweat dripping down his body, his abs and muscles more defined than ever from how hard he was working.
the sight of him alone could make you cum untouched, but the fact that his cock was inside you made it all that much better.
his thrusts grew messier and rougher by the second and the excitement that he was about to cum was enough to send you over the finish line.
you nearly screamed, your body going rigid as your high finally crashed down on you, like lightning striking a tree.
you clenched and pulsated around kei’s cock, and watching you come undone beneath him sent him over the edge as well.
“fuck, i’m cumming,” he warned, body tensing.
he shot his load deep into your cunt, thick ropes of hot, sticky white cum, sure to stain your insides. you’d never be able to hide it from your boyfriend, and that was kei’s goal.
he threw his head back, just barely jutting his hips forward to nurse his orgasm as long as he could, ensuring every last drop of his cum was out of him and inside you. the sexiest sounds you’d ever heard came from him, low moans and heavy breaths.
after a moment, he slowly pulled out. you both exhaled, and you could already feel yourself missing him inside you, being that close to you. his cum stuffed inside was going to have to be enough for now.
the two of you caught your breaths for a few minutes, then without meeting each others eyes, started getting redressed.
“that was…” kei trailed off, watching you button your blouse back up.
“really good,” you finished.
you grabbed a paper towel and some cleaning spray, and began wiping down the table you’d just gotten fucked on.
“yeah,” he agreed, fixing his tie. “it was. i just—”
suddenly, the door opened. you and kei both jumped, your heads turning to the door so fast it nearly gave you guys whiplash.
there, your boss stood, smiling politely at the two of you.
“oops, didn’t mean to startle you guys,” she said, walking in without a care. “i didn’t think anyone was still there. actually, what are you guys still doing here? work ended an hour ago.”
you and kei exchanged nervous glances while your boss rummaged around in the fridge for something.
“just cleaning,” you remarked, holding up the paper towel and spray as evidence.
“well, that’s awfully nice of you,” your boss answered, shutting the fridge door. she stood still for a moment, a frown forming on her face. “is it hot in here?”
“i’m freezing, actually,” he answered.
“yeah, i’ve been cold all day,” you lied.
“huh,” your boss said. then, she shrugged. “well, i’m heading off now, so be sure to lock up behind you. have a nice weekend, you two!”
like that, she was off, leaving you and kei alone again.
“so,” you exhaled, tossing the paper towel in the trash. “what were you saying?”
kei pondered for a moment, like he was going to say something, but ultimately, he decided against it.
“nothing important,” he said. “c’mon, i’ll walk you to your car.”
you turned the light off in the break room, then retreated to your desks to grab your belongings.
side by side, you guys headed toward the exit, shutting off the office lights behind you since you knew you were the last ones to leave.
in the parking lot, kei walked you to your car. it was dark out by then, the air cold with wind that pierced your skin.
at your car, he loomed over you, his height both intimidating and comforting. there was a look on his face, but you couldn’t tell what it was, what it meant.
“kei,” you said. “just say whatever it is you have to say.”
kei sighed, his gaze landing at your shoes. it took him a moment, but he managed to muster up the courage to finally just say it.
he met your gaze again, holding it firmly.
“leave him,” kei repeated. “i don’t want you to be with him. i want to be with you. it should be me and you know it.”
you gulped, looking away, but kei refused. he grabbed your chin and directed your face back to him.
“y/n,” he said sternly. “i love you. and i know you love me too. so leave him.”
your heart stammered, your eyes twinkling up at him. you could feel your face warm.
then, without even thinking about what it meant, you answered, nodding your head.
“yeah,” you confirmed. “i’ll leave him.”
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