I have an idea: Giving sweet Matsuda a treat from under the desk at work ;)
hiya sweetpie, this is one of the ones I'd finished and deleted by accident. Thank you so much for your patience!
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Matsuda's body awkwardly moves to position his head under his desk in order to find what was tapping his knee. He almost pees himself when your smiling face stares back at him.
"Hi." You say.
"What're are you doing?" He whisper-yells, still in a state of shock.
"Saying hi. Hi."
"Hi, why are you under my desk?"
"To say hi. Hi."
"Hi, why else?"
Your smile grows mischievous. "Give you a little gift."
"What do you me-"
"Matsuda!!" Chief Yagami's voice roars across the room.
"Yes sir!" Matsuda hits his head as he emerges from underneath the desk.
"What are you doing over there?"
"Dropped-.. a pen."
Yagami's bushy eyebrows meet.
"Get back to work." He throws over his shoulder as he walks away.
Right as Matsuda turns back to his computer, a set of teasing hands is on him again. They trail up his thighs and to his pants buckle, fumbling with the buttons aimlessly. He hears you curse and say something about waiting for this all day.
"Y/n!" He doesn't quite lower his head as low this time but he makes sure he can see your eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Told you, giving you a little gift. You just sit tight-" You enunciate the words with a pop of his buttons, "-and enjoy. Try to be quiet, 'kay?"
He can hardly answer before you're dragging his body forward with firm hands on his calves. His entire lower body is covered by the desk so nobody can see it; therefore meaning nobody can see you either.
Once your hands have shimmied his pants open enough pull his quickly-hardening cock out, you pause and ask "Is this okay?"
Matsuda nodded and realized you couldn't see him and said, "Yes, of course," Then the tip of his cock meets your mouth just as he mutters, "Thank you..."
Your mouth swallows the head easily, the salty precum rubbing the back of your throat. Your tongue flickers around the ridges, drinking in the feeling of the throbbing cock sitting heavily on your tongue.
Matsuda almost faints when you begin to move, allowing more of him inside the tight, wet cavern. His brain draws a blank when his balls finally hit your chin, all he can think is how he wished he could see your pretty face right now. You always look gorgeous taking his dick.
He tries to focus on the blinking black line on the empty canvas of his work but he just can't. You just feel so damn gooddddd, oh fuck is he seriously about to cum already?
No, it's only been... three minutes?! He glances at the time and flushes even harder with embarrassment. You wouldn't mind if he came this soon right? I mean you expected it eventually and it's not like he usually lasts long with the feeling of your mouth on him anyway.
Fuck, okay. It's not like he's able to hold back anyway, he was fooling himself pretending he had a choice. And he clearly doesn't because his thighs seize against his will and his hands jolt from where they rest shaking on the armchairs, both signs he's about to orgasm.
His cock spurts in your mouth, spilling hot semen down your throat as his hips jerk to meet your face eagerly. He stiffs a cry with a fist in his mouth, nearly brought to tears by the sheer force of it combining with the terribly powerful pleasure you give.
"Fuck..." He murmurs as he pulls a saliva-covered hand from his mouth and pants heavily in his now sweaty seat.
Suddenly your face appears on his now re-clothed crotch with a grin.
"Feel good?"