warnings: oral, over stimulation, semi-public sex, face fucking, fingering
Bepsy walks into the dimly lit production studio, quietly shutting it behind him, before looking up and noticing someone was in the room. “Hey, I’m just grabbing something from the production room for the FaZe guys. What are you doing here?”
“Editing videos for their YouTube channel… you would not believe how much footage they have from the subathon.” You say, stretching in your seat.
He walks towards you with a few items and sets them on the desk, noticing the tired expression on your face. "Long day, huh? You've been working for hours. You okay?" He asks softly, his gentle nature shining through.
“Yeah I'm okay, thanks for asking Bep,” you say smiling up at him.
He notices the genuine smile on your face and feels his heart skip a beat. He leans against the desk, trying to play it cool. "No problem, Y/N. You're always putting in work for the guys. They're lucky to have you." He pauses, studying your face. "You need anything? Water or a snack maybe?"
Bepsy has always been so thoughtful, and he’s always shown it by doing the small things.
“I'd love a water if there's one in the fridge, maybe even company if you're free..” You add that last part quietly.
His eyebrow rises at the invite, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course." He heads to the fridge and grabs two waters, returning to sit on the edge of the desk near you. "Company, huh? Well, I'm all yours for a bit."
“Perfect,” you tease, “you must be exhausted too, no?”
"Mhm." He runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair, unknowingly messing it up even more. His arm flexing slightly at the movement, he's not wearing his usual hoodie, just an orange t-shirt that shows off his lean muscles. His voice drops softer. "I manage the streams, answer emails, handle social media. It's non-stop."
“You know how thankful they are for you though, you're the backbone of FaZe.” You say sweetly, you knew how much the guys appreciated him.
Bepsy blushes slightly at the praise, looking down at his hands shyly. "Yeah, I know. But it's just what I do. Can't let them down." He takes a sip of his water, then looks back up at you with those sleepy eyes. "But enough about work..."
“Yes yes enough about work…”
He leans back against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. "So, Y/N. You're working late, I'm working late. It's pretty quiet around here. Feels like just you and me." He smirks slightly, trying to be playful. "It's kinda nice, actually."
You laugh, he's a lot more smooth when it's less people around, “It is nice, Bep.”
His smirk grows wider at the laugh and the use of his nickname. He uncrosses his arms and reaches out to gently mess up your hair playfully. "Shut up." He says it teasingly, his hand lingering in your hair for a moment longer than necessary. "You tired?"
Sleepiness hitting you a little, “Mmm, just a little,” you yawn, leaning into his lingering palm.
His eyes soften at your comfortableness with him and the way you lean into his touch. He takes that as an invitation to gently run his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp softly. "You should take a break soon."
Warmth runs through your body at the bold touch, feeling your cheeks turn pink. “I’m taking one right now, silly.” You say looking up at him with his hand still in your hair.
His eyes drop to watch his fingers work through your hair. He sees the goosebumps on your arms and the slight pink on your cheeks. He swallows hard, realizing how touch-starved you must be if you're reacting like this to just his touch. He removes his hand slowly, trying to hide a small smirk.
“What's so funny Bepsy?” You ask with a playful smirk tugging at your lips.
He shakes his head quickly. "Nothing, nothing." He clears his throat. "I'm just realizing how much work stress shows on both of our faces. You've always been so confident and put-together around everyone else."
“I could say the same for you, Mr. Nonchalant…” You giggle, “or should I say Mr. Aura?”
He joins in on your laughter, his hand coming back up to gently tug at a strand of your hair near your face. "There's the smart ass I know." His thumb accidentally brushes over your bottom lip. "And for the record, I'm always Mr Aura. It's not an act.” He smirks down at you.
You part your lips slightly, opening your mouth just enough to take the tip of his thumb into your mouth, brushing against it. "I know. You're a cool guy."
His breath hitches as his thumb slips past your lips. His mind short-circuits for a second, focusing on the warmth of your mouth and the softness of your lips. He pulls his hand back quickly, breaking the contact. "Y/N..." He warns softly, his voice slightly hoarse.
You lean in filling the space again, "What Bep? We both deserve some stress relief." You say leaning back into your chair you’ve been working at all day, "or maybe you're right, the long hours are getting to me." You say rubbing your head with your palm.
He watches you lean back, trying to hide his smile. He knows exactly what you're doing, trying to act casual after that very uncasual moment with his thumb. He swallows hard again, standing up slowly from where he was perched on the desk. “Maybe you’re right..”
"Work stress..." He unknowingly flexes his shoulders slightly. "It messes with your body, you know. Tensions." His voice drops softer, "Like your shoulders. You're always tense there." He unconsciously demonstrates on himself where you hold your tension.
“My shoulders do feel tense… It’s probably cause we sit in these chairs for majority of the day, looking at laptop screens and monitors.”
His expression becomes thoughtful. "Yeah, exactly. You know what you need?" He asks softly, his body relaxing slightly. He's off topic now, his mind not registering how dangerous this conversation could get.
“Mmm, what is that?” You ask, looking to the side, fixing your posture.
He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "A massage." He says it casually, like it's the most normal thing in the world. He doesn't even realize how intimate the suggestion is until he sees your eyes widen slightly. He spins the chair so your back faces him, slowly and intimately.
He sees the way your hair falls down your back, the way your shoulders are slightly hunched forward. His hands twitch slightly at his sides. He's very aware of how this could look, him standing behind your chair, you leaning back slightly…
But… the excitement is half the fun, and we aren't exactly doing anything bad per say.
He gently places his hands on your shoulders, his fingers pressing into the tense muscles. He starts to knead them slowly, his touch firm and purposeful.
He's being completely professional... on the surface. "Right here?" He applies more pressure, his thumbs digging in slightly. "Feels tight."
You gasp out a soft breath, tension already being relieved, you barely groan out, “Mmm yeah, right there.”
Hearing your soft gasp and feeling you relax under his touch sends a jolt through him. He continues the massage, his hands moving in slow circles, thumbs pressing just hard enough to relieve tension but soft enough to be almost sensual. "Turn your head to the left for me?"
You turn your head as told, “Feels good Bep.”
His hands pause briefly at the soft praise, a small smirk playing on his lips. He knows he should focus on just the massage, but hearing you call him 'bep' in that soft voice is doing things to him.
"Just relax then..." His hands move to your neck now.
You fully relax now, eyes closing, leaning into his touch. As he watches you relax completely, your head falling back slightly, he swallows hard. His fingers move up and down your neck gently. He's giving you a legit neck and shoulder massage, but the position: him standing behind you, your head tilted back, it's incredibly intimate.
His thumbs press firmly against the base of your skull, slowly moving down your neck muscles. He can feel the tension melting away under his touch. He leans in slightly, his voice low and soothing. "How does that feel? Too hard or just right?"
You open your mouth to say something but a soft groan of approval just squeaks out. His heart rate spikes at the sound. It's a completely innocent noise, just a sign that he's doing a good job, but it sounds almost like a purr, and it goes straight to his groin. He bites his lip, focusing on the massage instead. "Just right, huh?"
He's always been able to read people so well.
“It's perfect.” You praise quickly.
His hands move to your shoulders again, squeezing gently. He's enjoying this. Enjoying the way you're relaxing, the soft sounds you're making. He's also enjoying how close he is to you, how he can smell your perfume. "You're really tense here..."
Feeling infinitely better, you can't help but praise once again, “Your hands feel so good Bep..” His fingers freeze briefly on your shoulders. Your praise goes straight to his ego. He's a guy, after all, and he loves hearing that he's good with his hands.
He swallows hard, his voice dropping softer. "You should get massages more often..." His thumbs dig in slightly. "God knows you need it."
You laugh again, “Why should I go get them done when I know now I have a very talented man who can…” You pause. “...You really aren't bad at anything Bepsy.”
His ego inflates slightly at your words. He's always been naturally talented: ice hockey, video games, and now massages. He leans in slightly, his voice low and playful. "Is that so? I'm not bad at anything?" His thumbs move down your spine slightly.
“Not to my knowledge.” You giggle, “you're always out doing all the guys.”
He chuckles, his fingers splaying out on your back as he gives a gentle squeeze. "Well, I try my best. Can't have the guys thinking I'm useless, right?" His hands start to slowly move lower, towards the small of your back.
Your eyes widen at the sudden change of location, being quite close to your lower back now, you can’t help but arch forward slightly.
As he travels lower down your back, his hands pause at your hips, his fingers curling slightly around them. He's suddenly very aware of how close his hands are to your ass. He swallows hard, his voice dropping even lower. "You know, I can massage your hips too if you want..."
You couldn't tell if it was the fact that you've been in front of a screen the entire day or maybe the lack of sleep from the night before, but nothing in you wanted to say no. You nod slowly, "mhm.. do whatever, I trust you."
His fingers grip your side slightly at your trust in him. He takes it as permission to go lower, his hands slowly moving down to your hips. He starts kneading the muscles there, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above your ass.
"Spread your legs a little," he murmurs.
You do as your told, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the command.
He sees you spread your legs without question, and it goes straight to his head. He swallows hard, his hands moving lower now, to the top of your thighs. He's giving you a legit hip and thigh massage… "Comfortable?"
“Very.” You say, almost too quickly. He is basically leaning over you entirely, his chest pressed up against the chair.
His face is inches away from yours now. He can smell your perfume strongly near your neck. His hands are kneading your inner thighs gently, getting closer and closer to places he shouldn't be touching professionally. He pauses his hands suddenly and spins your chains around so you are facing him. "Turn over..." He gestures towards the couch, his voice hoarse. "On your back."
You flop over to the couch next to the desk, laying on your back with your feet dangling off the arm rest of the couch. Anticipation crawled in you.
He watched your body language. Your legs slightly spread, back arched slightly, arms thrown back lazily on the cushion near your head. You looked comfortable... almost... inviting. He swallows hard. He should keep this professional. He's a grown man, he shouldn't be getting hard from giving massages. His voice drops softer, "Where does it still hurt?"
You couldn't even tell him even if you wanted to.
You felt so warm all over your body from his touches, it didn't even feel sore anywhere. Your mind was far from that.
He takes your silence as an invitation to just... touch. His hands start on your shoulders again, but this time, he's leaning over you, his face inches from yours as he works. His thighs press between your legs gently as he kneels over you. "I'll just... check everywhere then."
You smile, nodding in approval. “Okay, Dr. Bepsy, go ahead with the full body examination.”
He chuckles, his hands moving down your arms, to your sides. He's leaning over you completely now, his body almost pressing against yours as he massages your ribs. His thumbs brush the underside of your breasts gently as he works. "Anything sore here?"
Your breath hitches a little, face getting hotter by the second "Maybe... You might as well check." You say looking away from him, your face hot and bright pink.
His thumbs press gently into your breasts this time, not massaging anymore but actually touching them directly. He hears you inhale sharply and it goes straight to his dick. He's rock hard now, pressing against your inner thigh as he leans over you. "Both sides..." He whispers, you gasp softly, leaning into his touch. His hands squeeze your tits gently, as if he's actually checking them for soreness. In reality, he's just touching them because he can. Because no one's watching. Because you're trusting him to "check". "And here?" His thumbs brush over your hard peaks.
"Very.. sore.." You barely breath out again, you finally turn your head back to look up at him, seeing his hungry yet curious gaze. Feeling bold you ask, “Can you really work the knots out with my shirt in the way?"
His pupils dilate at the sight of your face. You look so fucking cute, all flushed and trusting. "You’re right, the shirt is in the way," he confirms gruffly. "Let me just... lift it up. Just for a minute."
Your face heats up again, just waiting as his fingers work painfully slow.
His fingers peeled your shirt up, revealing your tits in a black lace bra. He swallows hard, his hands automatically moving to your tits again. He's supposed to be checking for knots, right? So he squeezes them gently, as if searching for imaginary knots. "Fuck..."
You gasp at the sudden loss of layers. “You're so gentle Bep,” you whisper.
He smiles softly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples again. "I don't want to hurt you," he murmurs, leaning down closer to your tits. His thumbs brush over your nipples again, this time more deliberately. "Does that feel better?"
“Mhm..” Trusting him fully, “You can take it off.”
He doesn't hesitate this time. He pulls your shirt off completely, tossing it aside, along with the bra. His hands return to your tits immediately, squeezing and massaging them gently. He leans down, his mouth hovering over one nipple, his breath ghosting over the hard buds. "Good?"
Hungry eyes lock onto his desperate ones.
His heart races at your command. He quickly gets up and locks the door, turning back to you with that same look in his eyes. He doesn't waste any time coming back to you, his hands immediately going back to your tits. "Door's locked..." He whispers, "Now what?"
"Now you show me how good you are at everything." Your hands that were sprawled out above you come out to grab his shirt collar roughly, mouth ghosting over his ear, “Fuck me.”
His cock throbs at your words, he groans low, gravely voice sending chills through your spine. He doesn't need to be told twice. He leans down, his mouth capturing one of your nipples as he unbuttons your pants.
You shimmy out of your jeans, revealing the pink panties that you had on, that didn't match your already discarded bra. “Clearly, I wasn't planning on this happening today.” You laugh.
He smirks against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs to spread them wider. He breaks the suction on your nipple with a pop. "I can tell," he murmurs, his eyes raking over your mismatched lingerie, "but you look fucking hot anyways." He strips off his orange xbox tshirt, revealing his lean and toned figure. Veins ran all across his forearms to his hands that were spreading open your thighs.
He sees the damp spot immediately. His mouth goes dry. He spreads your legs wider, his hands pushing your thighs up slightly. He can see your pussy outlined through your pink panties. "Holy-" He swallows hard.
You cover your face with your hands, “This is so embarrassing, Bep.”
He chuckles softly, his hands moving to your panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband. "Why? Because you're wet?" He pulls them down slowly, revealing your pussy inch by inch. "I think it's fucking sexy." He removes them completely tossing them aside, revealing the glistening wet cunt that was throbbing and leaking before him. If his cock wasn’t hard before, it’s rock hard now.
He can see your wet folds glistening in the dim light. He leans down and inhales your scent.
"Fucking perfect..." He runs a finger through your wetness, making you jump slightly. "I'm gonna eat this pussy out..."
Your core tightened at his words, never hearing him so inappropriately before. He ran a finger up and down your slit before sinking a finger in knuckle deep bending it slightly, bringing his mouth to your clit. Licking slow at first, he started to eat your pussy aggressively, his tongue flicking against your clit while his finger curls inside you, hitting a spot that made you whimper. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out roughly as he sucks on your clit.
His fingers keep pumping inside you, hitting that spot repeatedly. His mouth is wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking it like it's his favorite snack. He can feel your pussy getting even wetter, your juices leaking out and soaking his fingers. He adds a third finger, stretching you out as he finger-fucks you roughly.
He loves how wet you're getting, how your juices are coating his fingers and chin. He pulls back briefly to talk against your pussy. "You're fucking dripping..."
You squirm, breathily heavily "I'm almost there bep-" you barely get out.
That's all he needs to hear. He doubles down, sucking your clit hard while curling his fingers once more, aggressively against that spot. He wants to make you come all over his face. "Come on baby," he murmurs against your pussy, "such a pretty pussy, come for me."
As if his words were what you needed to be sent over the edge, you come hard on his mouth, legs shaking as you become slick and even wetter. He eats through your orgasm, drinking down every contraction and wave of pleasure. Your juices flood his mouth, but he doesn't pull back. Instead, he licks and sucks on your sensitive clit, drawing out your orgasm. Only when you're trembling and panting does he pull back. "Fuck..." He breathes out heavy, his cock is throbbing painfully now, but he's enjoying seeing you like this - flushed, wet, and thoroughly fucked with just his mouth and fingers. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking down at your messy pussy.
You glance up at his hard member. "It's only fair if I even the playing field."
He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. He knows exactly what you mean. He unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly as you watch, pre-cum is already leaking from the tip. "Be my guest..."
You lean forward, capturing the head of his cock, wrapping your lips around it, tasting the pre-cum. He groans deeply, his hand immediately going to the back of your head to guide you. You start bobbing your head slowly, taking him deeper with each pass. "Fuck yes..."
His cock is throbbing in your mouth, getting harder and thicker with each suck. He can feel you taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around the head perfectly. His hips start to move slightly, fucking your mouth gently. "Just like that baby... Just like that..." He gets more aggressive.
You both hear footsteps outside the production room "Where's Bepsy?" Someone asks from outside the door, they try jiggling the handle but it's locked. "Is anyone in there?" Both of you freeze, but as Bepsy answers them you start to get an idea.
"Yea, I’m doing something in here, I'll be out in 30-" Bepsy tries to get out, but his sentence trails off with a gasp as you continue working his length.
His body tenses as he tries to answer the person from outside the door, but you don't stop. His mouth opens and closes silently as he struggles not to moan out loud. The person outside the door knocks again. "Bep? You okay in there?" He swallows hard, his voice coming out strained. "Y-yeah... Just a sec..."
He quickly covers his mouth with his free hand to muffle any potential noises as you start to deepthroat him. His eyes widen in shock and pleasure behind his hand. He can feel you taking him all the way down your throat, your nose pressing against his pubes. The person outside the door starts to jiggle the handle again.
His legs start to shake as he tries to keep quiet. You can feel his cock swelling in your mouth as he gets close to coming. He loses his composure completely as you start humming around his length, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He buries his hand in your hair and holds your head down as he starts to come hard, filling your mouth with his hot load while trying to stay as silent as possible. "Ahh!"
You get up wiping your mouth with your index finger, pulling your clothes back on. "Rain check?" You smirk at him in his shocked state.
He watches you pull on your shirt, tucking his semi-hard dick back into his pants. He's in slight shock. You look innocent and put together now.
He swallows hard and chuckles softly, "Mhm. Rain check..."
You slip outside the door passing whoever was knocking, not even bothering to see. He's left standing there, dazed and slightly disheveled. His heart is racing and his pants are a little loose. He listens as your footsteps walk away, a soft smirk on his face.
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