inspired by: “hii id love to see something where schlatt forgets to mute? maybe he's streaming or on the phone with friends and she's under the desk, or theyre about to sleep on call because they're long distance and reader hears him moaning or something”
from lila: working on bettering my mental health, hence the breaks from writing but i hope you like this one!
schlatt had been unknowingly teasing you all day. he wore an outfit that makes you drool, was extra touchy while you were out running errands, and even paid for lunch.
almost like he was giving you a reason to fuck him today.
he had mentioned that he was going to be streaming and would be occupied for a while so you decided to give him a little boost of energy before the stream started.
when you opened the door to his office, he was fiddling around at his desk in preparation.
“hey, sweetheart! what’s up?” he jeered at the sight of you.
“nothin’…just wanted to say thanks for today, you’ve been great,” you say, draping an arm around his broad shoulders.
he looks up at you as you stand next to him in his chair. his arm reaches to cradle your waist.
“s’no problem. jus’ tryin’ to keep to you happy,” he smiles.
your hand on his shoulders creeps up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, one of his sensitive spots.
he tried but failed to suppress his satisfied hum.
“i was wondering if i could repay your kindness?” you asked, lighting raking your nails against his scalp.
“mmm…how would you do that?” he mumbles.
“scoot back,” you demand.
he pushes himself away from the desk, allowing you to place yourself on your knees between his thighs.
you waste no time palming at the slight tent in his sweatpants.
“you’re joking. right now?” he asks.
“how much time until your stream is supposed to start?” you asked.
he stares down at you as he guesstimates 10 minutes.
“i only need two,” you smirk.
your palming becomes more deliberate, feeling his length grow through the fabric.
schlatt’s head leans back on his chair, eyes fluttering shut.
you drag the waistband of his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against his stomach.
you begin your kitten licks at the underside of his shaft. that always makes him squirm.
you hear his breath hitch when your mouth makes contact.
you switch to pressing open mouth kisses from his base up to his tip.
his hand grips at your hair to end your teasing.
“c’mon, please,” he whispers.
your tongue swirls around his tip which elicits a deep groan from schlatt’s chest.
you decide to be nice and sink your throat down onto his length.
the trick to getting schlatt to finish early is a combination of deep throating and a tight grip of your hand behind your mouth.
your hand twists up and down to keep the pleasure shooting through his dick.
he hips buck up into your mouth, shoving the head of his cock further down your throat.
schlatt’s deep voice creates the sweetest moans, slipping past his lips and bouncing off the walls of his office.
your movements speed up until you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
his hand pushes you slightly further down him, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
when you gag, the feeling of your warm throat spasming around him is enough to push him over the edge.
his cum coats the inside of your mouth as he groans your name, body curling over you and holding you still on his lap.
he eventually peels you off him once he’s overstimulated.
you see the sweat slightly doting his forehead and wipe it away with the back of your hand.
“it’s what you get for being so good to me!”
he pulls his pants back over himself and looks at the countdown on his screen.
“i’ve gotta get started soon…” he says.
you smile and kiss him on the cheek
“have a good stream, hun,” you say before you leave.
schlatt supresses a chuckle before getting his headphones on and beginning his stream.
“hey guys, how’s it going tonight?”
patheticgirl143: did we really just hear all that
happy_happy: make sure ur mic is muted next time dude
schlatt buries his head in his hands to hide the instant blush blooming across his cheeks.
“my bad guys, as you can imagine- wait don’t imagine, well i guess you don’t really need to…i was kinda occupied,”
