"Do it for me." (f, nsfw, ouijidere, bangchan)
**Content Warning: Rough Face-Fucking, Vague Oragsm Denial, Slight Degradation**
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Chris is leaned back in in his studio chair, stressed and frankly, depressingly overworked. He’s been staring at a singular bar on his screen for the last hour. Nothing is coming to his head though, he can’t figure it out, what this little bridge is missing. He sighs heavily and leans even further back. He’s not getting anything done this way. Maybe if he can relax it’ll come to him he thinks. He knows the quickest way to do that and lets his eyes slip closed, hand sliding from his keyboard to the front of his sweats.
He lets his mind wander and even though he’s hard it’s not very satisfying. He groans though it’s mostly from frustration. Then his ears pick up the sound of his studio door code being punched in and he has half a mind to roll himself under his desk on the off chance it’s one of the guys. Then he remembers… lunch with Y/N. His concerned frown curls into a smirk. Perfect.
She pushes the door open with a greeting on her lips that practically slides off as she looks him up and down, reclined in his chair, legs spread and hand lazily stroking himself. The bag of food she’s brought in almost falls from her hands.
“Close the door.” Chris instructs and after a moment of hesitation Y/N does that, letting it fall shut with a click of the automatic lock. She places the food down without needing to be told and it makes Chris smirk wider.Coming to stand between his wide knees, Y/N catches her bottom lip in her teeth. He reaches up and caresses the side of her cheek. “I’m glad you’re here,” his hand moves from her face to the top of her head, threading through her hair before he presses down. She drops easily to the ground and looks up at him, waiting for his decree. “Do it for me.”
Y/N doesn’t need any other instructions, quickly undoing the tie of his sweatpants and reaching in to pull his cock out, hard and hot. She runs her fingers against the smooth skin and his hand tightens its grip, she winces slightly and meets his gaze again.
“You know what I want. Don’t make me wait.” His voice holds no room for argument and Y/N shuffles forward taking the tip of Chris into her mouth. Working her way down his shaft quickly she forces her throat to relax around his length and lets the spit pool so the slide is easier for when he… the pressure on her head is almost immediate, Chris bringing her down further with his hold. There are already tears prickling at the corner of her eyes but Chris hardly cares about them. This is about his pleasure, not her discomfort and she knows that.
Once he’s sure she can take him completely without gagging he’s merciless, fucking up into her hot mouth as she tries to suck and swallow around him, spit trailing wetly out of her lips which are getting more and more red as he chases his pleasure. The way his tip hits the back of her throat each time he roughly guides her head down to meet the thrusts of his hips is delicious.
“Fuck, that’s perfect, suck harder like the good little toy you are.” She does as she’s told even though there’s tears joining the mess on her face. He does that for long minutes, only letting her off to catch her breath when he feels her throat flutter around him and the hands she has on his thighs curl and claw at him.
When he’s close he pulls her off him by her hair and he’s satisfied in the way she’s gasping for air, her mouth swollen from his cock. He moves his hand down and rubs his thumb against her bottom lip, a silent instruction to keep her mouth open. His other hand keeps stroking fast and hard to keep the momentum of his orgasm going. Chris moves his hand out of the way and replaces his thumb with the head of his cock and Y/N’s tongue rolls out to meet him and it’s enough, the flick of it against his slit, to send him over. He paints her mouth with white and she holds the position, a bit of his climax sliping from her tongue to her chin. He lets her close her mouth once he’s relaxed back in his chair and tucked away.
“Make sure to savor it baby-girl,” he watches her swallow slowly, licking her lips to make sure she’s caught all that she can. Chris can tell by the way her own legs have spread that she’s probably soaking through her panties. He does nothing about it and she knows better to ask. If he had any intention of letting her have her own pleasure he’d have told her before he came. Instead Y/N stands on wobbly knees and wipes her chin with the back of her hand, trying her hardest to fix the tangles Chris has created in her hair.
Chris isn’t completely cruel though. He reaches forward and kisses the back of her knuckles gently, the smirk shifting into a thankful smile.
“Now, what did my girl bring for us to eat?”
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