catboy boyfriend who is so. annoyingly. needy.
unless he’s had at least two orgasms to start off his day, he’s all over you, rubbing his cheeks on your shoulders and neck, climbing into your lap. he’ll even take to shoving things off your desk so he can sit down and persuade you with those eyes, pupils blown out and shining with unspoken demands as his nose twitches.
…and he’s already so wet, dripping all over. he gets you so so messy just from his incessant rubbing.
“mhmm, ah, it’s all over your hand…”
he acts like he’s gonna actually keel over and die if he doesn’t have his fingers (or claws) on you right this second. and of course he pulls out all the tricks he can think of to convince you.
“i know you like it so much, you should just let me do it~”
when you finally agree, putting your work aside with a pointed glare, he pounces.
he delivers the meanest, sharpest nips to your skin while he fucks you, so utterly overwhelmed by the press of your body against his and wanting to punish you just a little for not letting him hit as soon as he’d like. your neck is wet from his busy tongue and lips, making love bites bloom there like a collar.
as he fills you up, his eyes roll back. a shuddery breath mingles with his filthy sounds that he angles right at your ear.
by the time you’re finished, sprawled out and damp in the sheets, you’re a little pissed off at that big dopey smirk of his. he’s so pleased at the fact that it looks like you’ve been attacked.
and, really, is that not the truth?
luckily he knows where the concealer is for the next time you have to go out. he’ll make sure to patch you up good with a cold compress, and maybe even kickstart the healing process of those bruises with a kiss or three :3
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