Gratifying Overtime
☆ 𝔵𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔯 x reader ☆
⌞ NSFW⌝ minors do not interact!
Synopsis : After being stuck in the office late at night, you are visited by an enticing entity.
tags: sex in a public setting, fem mc, slight piss mention
note : i'm trying new gimmicks i hope you like it!!!!!!
readers discretion is advised
In the meeting room, the radiator warmed the space. The empty chairs were lined next to the large table. Shutting off the laptop, you waited for the loading screen to end. Behind you, the lit projector shined blue light. Powering off the projector, you covered the lens As you headed to the door, you almost ran into Tara.
“Just the one i was looking for.” She excitedly announced. “I saw what you were working on… You shouldn’t stay too late, i heard there’s a ghost roaming at night…”
“The bathroom ghost? i haven’t seen her yet.” You told Tara, closing the door behind you.
“No. The security agent.” A new one. “Mina told me about this security guard who disappeared and never came back.” Walking to your desk she kept the story going. “It happened at night, in the parking lot, there was a disturbance and he was alone, his colleague went to the bathroom.” In between whispers and grunts she continued.“He thought someone just triggered the alarm so he went to check, but, no one was there.” She paused. “When the other security guard came back to the front desk, the one in the parking lot called for help.” Waiting for the big drop, she lifted her hands, clawing the air. Coworkers passing by just watched and whispered. “But when he arrived, only his walkie-talkie was left and his gun. he is said to be wandering around at night trying to get employees to find him.” She smiled. “Isn’t this crazy?” Her smile widened.
Before you could reply Captain Jenna called Tara in her office. She greeted you, taking her bag heading to the private quarters.
You sipped on your drink, watching the surveillance camera of the incident on loop. Hours passed, the office emptied little by little, but your eye stayed glued to the screen. The robbers silently discussing their plans, were subdued in a flash. You paused. Rubbing your eyes. The light coming from your screen seemed brighter.
“What are you working so hard on?” Xavier’s soft voice awaken u from your trance.
“I wished i knew…” Picking the time stamps right before the robbers fell on the floor in agony. Frame by frame you analyzed the scene. “There’s something…” You paused. “Or nothing… Do you think Nero is pranking me?”
“It’s also late and you’re tired.” Xavier rotated your desk chair to face him. His face incredibly close to yours. “If you want we could watch a movie or call in sick so you can rest.” As you stood up to prepare your departure, he embraced you, sitting in your office chair, bringing you on his lap, his nose nudged on your neck. “You smell so good… Can we stay like that for a moment?” His hand resting under your belly slowly made its way to the collar of your shirt. Unfastening the buttons of your shirt.
“Xavier…” Arriving at the last button your blouse opened exposing your bare skin. You stood up quickly hiding your chest. “I’m not wearing a bra.” You nervously laughed. Your heart beat inconsistently.
His gaze softly scrutinized you as he unbuttoned your pants. The light emanating from your computer, illuminated his face.
You looked around, you couldn’t understand if your rapid heartbeat was because of you two committing this insanity in the office or just him.
The floor was empty, so no one could still be here outside of the night shift workers, two floors above. You heavily breathed when your pants were fully off. Using your office chair he approached you. The wheel of the chair silently rolled around.
No words could leave your mouth, excitement consumed you, or was it fear?
“We can still go to— You placed your hand on his mouth.
You shook your head, lowering your gaze. He smiled at your acceptance. Holding your legs closer to his face his teeth sank in your inner thigh. You muttered words that you yourself couldn’t understand.
Biting your lip you avoided his gaze. Finding his way through your coton panties, he lodged his nose in between your wam spot.
“Xavier.” You begged.
Ignoring your loud demands, he started lapping the cotton fabric. The friction sending volts down your spine, your arm knocked a small container over. He chuckled as he watched you squirm under his regime.
Sliding the fabric to the side, he slowly conquered each part of your territory. His tongue trailing each segment of your lower half, you closed your eyes, attempting to enjoy the moment.
The glass windows around the office reflected only you two. Two souls almost merging. All the reflections of you were enticed by your conqueror’s tactics. He would falter under no circumstances, not even an apocalypse could separate him from your delectable self.
You tilted your head, biting your lip. His warm breath surrounded your soft area. Your hips moved in unison with his wet muscle. The slowness of his movements began to provoke you.
“Do you hate me?” irritated, you asked.
You could discerne a smile. He was happy with his steady torture.
“What if someone catches us?” Your question was ignored as he kept the same rhythm.
Grabbing a clump of hair, you separated his mouth from your vagina. He seemed pleased pushing your buttons. Kissing your forearm, he pleaded with his glistening eyes.
“They won’t. And if they do i’ll blind them.” his expression is serious.
You paused before allowing him to continue his senseless torment, letting go of his soft hair.
“You can hold it.” He declared, placing your hand back at the top of his head. “I like when you do that.”
He pressed his thumb on your waist. His four other fingers caressed your lower back, his middle finger fiddling with the elastic of your panties. His saliva dripped onto your desk. You wouldn’t leave his sight. Watching your reaction to each of his actions.
He circled your vulva with his free hand, inserting two fingers. The gesture made you slightly stumble. Fully standing up, he whispered in your ears.
“What’s wrong?” You could sense mockery in his tone. “I thought you wanted this? Was i mistaken?”
“Fuck you…” The words left your mouth before you could even register his question, breathing loudly.
He chuckled, his head resting on your shoulder, he started unbuckling his pants. You could feel his rapid heart fighting through the cage of his ribs. His hot member erected stretched the fabric of the boxers. You gently helped him pulling it out. Your mouth wrapped around his neck. He began to tremble, when your hands slowly moved back and forth. He chupsed, his hands soundly landing on the desk on each side.
“What’s wrong?” Your gaze studied him. “I thought you wanted this? Was i mistaken?” You couldn’t hide your smile.
“Don’t… Tease… Me…” He said before grabbing your face.
His kiss was gentle and yet you could feel strong emotions. He could barely stand still, Guiding his length to your vulva, you attempted to help him with his inconsistent breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your lips joined in a heated kiss again. His arms supporting your legs, he grabbed your ass, shortening the distance between the both you.
You could feel his hunger through each thrust. Your bodies merging and separating rapidly. Luckily for you, the architect who designed this office decided to add laminated glass. Picked for its protection properties but adored for deafening sounds. Every kind of sounds. The high pitched screams leaving your mouth at this instant, created a new kind of symphony he couldn’t wait to rewrite again and again. Your skins stuck to each other, every time no space was left between the both of you.
As gentle as he was, your desk was knocking your coworker’s. Your mind wandered, imagining everyone present, those judging eyes, salacious whispers about you, pointy fingers. Why was it exciting?
As the thought made you grin, you witnessed a silhouette advancing in the dark passing close to your section. Glancing again nobody was there. Was your mind wandering too much or Tara was correct?
This heated dance could last an eternity, if the start of your next shift wasn’t in five hours from now. Would it even be possible for you to look at your colleagues the same after this? This enticing yet filthy and gratifying activity echoed on the entirety of the floor.
As pleasure gradually built up, it felt like warmth submerged your body. Your toes curled, as he repeatedly reached the spot. Persistently hitting your bladder, you tried to alert him of the fast appearing issue. He deliberately ignored your warnings, grazing your orgasm multiple times.
You faltered, your arms falling on the desk close to your body, focusing your strength into maintaining control of your muscles. You closed your eyes, Your body wouldn’t listen to your mind, the friction making your walls contract around him. The narrow gap still easily allowed his access, the moist path was soundly thankful for his visit.
Accepting defeat against your own pleasure, you finally granted yourself relief. Resting your head against his shoulder, you forced yourself to stay conscious, the satisfaction made you drowsy. You took steady, large breaths to calm yourself down. Warmth spurting in from a throbbing source.
After a short while, he reluctantly severed the bond you were sharing. You were still extremely sensitive and leaking.
From further away, sharpies fell on the floor. Chills grew on your back as you slowly turned around.