So you decided to bother him. Obviously. He had been working long enough; it was time for a break. Besides, you needed to focus too, and it was only fair that he helped you. Evan was your boyfriend, that’s like his whole job, isn’t it?

Skipping down the hall, your knuckles rapped against the door. A second of silence, and then there was faint shuffling from behind the frame. You really only knocked to be nice; his office was never locked. Not bothering to wait, you twisted the knob, poking your head through.

He was just too cute.

The shuffling had not been from him going to let you in, as you’d thought. Instead, what you’d heard was nearly half of his paper falling to the floor. And your lover?

Passed out and completely dead to the world.

Propped up with his cheek squished into his palm, he snored quietly at his desk. Drool collected at the corner of his mouth, and he sleepily murmured. What a dork.

Padding closer, you paused in the middle of fixing his hair. The memory of a previous conversation had come to your mind.

A late night in, and he sprawled against the couch. The TV was displaying a movie you weren’t paying attention to. Nothing that remarkable, yet a comment he’d made stuck with you. The scene that came on involved the male lead being woken up with head.

Your boyfriend, being the annoyance that he was, had turned to you. Saying something along the lines of “Y’know… If you loved me-“ Raising his brows suggestively, before you threw a pillow at his head, laughing.

Now, standing before him, you realized that this was a golden opportunity. I mean, it was perfect.

He had been working himself to the brink of death, and you were feeling needy. So really, you were doing you both a favour.

Grinning to yourself, you slinked to your knees. Crawling under the table quietly. His loose sweats weren’t much of a challenge to get off, lucky you.

You pulled the drawstring, watching it unravel with ease. Your beloved, none the wiser to your perversion, had chosen to go without boxers today. How very convenient, you think. You also think that he looks cute soft- not that you’d ever tell him that.

Carefully tugging out his cock, you pressed a kiss to the tip. Beginning to stroke him slowly as he plumped up in your hand. Evan was decently vocal, but you knew he still held back at times.

Embarrassed by the faces and sounds he’d make. Suppressing them by biting his palm or distracting you with his touch. However, his guard was completely down in this state, and the second you took him in your mouth- the quiet whines slipped out of him like a leaky tap.

His length was coated in drool, wet from your saliva. Twitching to life while you bobbed your head.

He was so sensitive like this.

His breathing had grown shallow, hitching when you’d swallow. From where you were, you could see the muscles in his thighs contract. Jolting lightly when you would hum around him. While his face was technically hidden, you could picture it as clear as day.

Brows furrowed, and mouth agape as the pleasure seeped into his dreams. Your poor boyfriend was probably so confused in that head of his. Innocently napping, when all of a sudden, his body was lit up with heat.

Deciding it was time to raise the stakes, you wondered how long it’d take before he woke up. Oh, he’d be adorable, you’re sure.

Guiding him deeper, you gagged slightly at the intrusion. It was absolutely worth it, though- because the noise that left him had you throbbing.

A breathy, stretched-out moan, and he slumped over. Drooping against the desk, he buried his face in his arm. Panting louder when you hollowed your cheeks. “Ah- haah- nghgod-“ Nose flush into his happy trail, you puffed when his hips jerked.

It was nice being down here, being full. You liked knowing he felt good, and honestly- you wanted to stay here forever.

His body was reacting on autopilot, shivering from the feeling. Your throat was so soft, warm around his cock. His subconscious acted on his behalf, rutting forward in clumsy half-thrusts.

Perhaps he wasn’t completely aware, but he didn’t need to be. All he knew was that it felt good and that he wanted more.

Spittle had collected at the corner of his mouth, dribbling onto the wood. “Mmh, oh- y-yeah.” He whimpered pathetically, weakly clawing at the surface while the room filled with lewd plaps.

You pried open his legs wider. Hooking your hands under the heavy limbs and sinking your thumbs into his inner thighs. Then, his arm dropped onto the table. Haphazardly finding your head, he rested his palm limply over your hair. Voice pitching as his hips became desperate.

Evan humped your slick throat like a puppy in heat. You would’ve thought he was fully conscious with the pitiful begs that escaped him. A mix of “P-please. Feel’s s’good- wanna- ah-“ and “Jus’ like that- d-don’t stop.” The words slurring together.

The only reason you knew he didn’t wake up was that when he did- he gasped so pretty it hurt.

Blinking rapidly, he jolted from his spot. Confused and flustered when the pleasure caught up to his sleep-fogged brain. He barely had the time to react, and the heat in his gut was already on the ledge. An inch away from snapping. He writhed, scrambling for purchase on the arms of the chair. “Baby? What-“

Squirming half-lidded, he trembled something terrible. Spine arching while he threw his head back, it thumped against the neck rest of the seat.

One minute, he was peacefully knocked out- then out of nowhere, it felt as if he was being touched all over.

His subconscious had decided to fill the blanks on its own accord. The dream started out mundane enough, with him scribbling something onto a blueprint.

Evan was minding his own business when he suddenly became hot.

Overheated from head to toe, like something wet and pulsing had manifested out of thin air, latching onto him over his pants. Looking down, he couldn’t see it, but he felt it. God, he felt it.

After grinding on his bulge, it wriggled past his waistband, sliding into his slacks. He nearly folded in half, catching himself on the desk, his knees threatened to buckle. The invisible force was amused by that, apparently, because it grew hungrier.

Gulping his cock down over and over, it fucked itself onto him like a sleeve. Normally, he would’ve been alarmed- but his judgement was impaired at the moment.

For some reason, he was even more sensitive than usual, and it didn’t seem like it’d be slowing down any time soon. So he tried pushing it off a tad- just to breathe. Yet that only spurred the thing on.

He would’ve been embarrassed, but dream logic, you know? Stuck between wanting to run from the pleasure, and diving head first into it, the second option won by a landslide.

With shaking legs, he began fucking the warm void. It smelled like you, reminded him of you.

He wished you were here.

Evan missed you terribly, and if he closed his eyes, he could pretend, right? The longing for your touch started to overwhelm him, making him whine out.

It was intense, twitching and tight. The tunnel was drenched, squeezing him with every stroke. Soft as fucking silk. The pleasure built and built—

And his eyes shot open.

Glancing at you through heavy lids, he assumed that was the answer for his fantasy land troubles.

Your mouth was stretched around his girth, sloppy and spooked with spit. Borderline making out with his dick, lewdly slurping when you would reach the base.

His expression made you clench down on nothing. Completely dishevelled, his lips parted. He couldn’t focus if you paid him.

It was hard to think, hard to breathe, actually. You knew him too well, touched him too good. Holding him open with his legs spread, he felt like a whore- whimpered like one too. “Fuck- wait, s’too much. I-I can’t- haah-“

His brows knitted together as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Pupils crossing before rolling up into his skull. He was quivering like a leaf, but he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t control the visceral reactions you drew from him.

The shirt collar was sitting askew at his neck, and the fabric had scrunched up. Giving you a clear view of his abs tensing when you’d swallow. Evan was the dictionary definition of “Fucked-out” when that coil snapped.

Pathetically gasping for air, he crumbled forward. Cumming while tears prickled along his lashes. “Nngh- shit. C’mon, that’s n-not fair- you’re not being fair.” His cadence cracked on the last syllable, and he spurted down your throat.

The gluey substance was slightly salty, thick as it filled your mouth. Boyfriend flavoured frosting, or something like that.

With his chest heaving, he sagged against the chair. Violently shuddering because you didn’t stop, not even for a second. He wasn’t the only one feeling good, after all.

This was for you, too.

It made it easier to think, to relax and just be. The repetitive motion of bobbing your head, the fullness of him- the warmth. It made your head all fuzzy.

You didn’t know why, but looking up at him like this made you feel safe. A self-soothing habit you’d developed since you started dating him. The steady rhythm lulled your anxiety faster than anything else, worked better than anything else.

Evan was riding the aftershocks, limp, while you used him as an oral fidget. The only sounds that bounced through the office were the dewy squelches of skin on skin, and his breathy pants.

His tongue slipped past his lips slightly while his jaw went slack, head lolling to the side. “Haah- ah, can’t. P-please, I- ohfuck-“ A drunk ramble, almost inaudible with how slurred the sentence came out. He didn’t even know what the hell he was begging for at this point.

The buzz rolled through him at a steady pace, numbing and igniting all at once. It was like his brain had melted into his stomach. Half-hard in your mouth, you refused to let him go soft. Continuing to suckle even when hot tears streaked his cheeks.

His limbs weren’t responding, and he was too weak to do anything but moan. It was so good it hurt.

Hiccuping lightly, he dragged his hand up, the movement nearly taking all his strength. Giving your head a flimsy push, he pleaded with glassy eyes. “Guh- break-ngh- g-giv’me a break. Too mu-“

The pathetic confession was cut off by a choked cry, and his head flung back. “Hah, fuck- cumming.” Knees curling together, they squished your head on either side like earmuffs.

Your fingers kneaded into the fat of his thighs, gulping down the syrupy release. Taking him to the hilt, you forced his twitching cock to stay pulsing down your throat. Milking him for all he was worth.

Finally pulling back after a minute, off-white ribbons stretched from his weeping tip to your slick mouth.

It genuinely felt like he was hallucinating.

Losing vision out of his right ear and taste in his left. And all you did in response to his tousled state- was giggle. Sweet and innocent as you kissed his still leaking shaft. “I’ll get you water so you don’t get dehydrated- the next round is gonna’ give you a headache if I don’t.”

Evan thinks he’s going to die tonight.

— ^ ^ —

He had needed you all day. All day. From the moment you met up in the morning to go out with the friend group and he saw the outfit you had chosen, his brain was overwhelmed with thoughts of you and those same clothes on the floor. The little patterned skirt that hugged your body so nicely was driving him up the wall. He was sure it was new, at least you’d never worn it around him before, he would have remembered something so flattering.

Any little sound you made, any time you brushed up against him, every word you spoke; that he hung onto. It was all torture to the man who wanted nothing more than to find the nearest closet and take you. To drag you off somewhere and get his hands on you. He was becoming increasingly needier as time went on, clinging to you like a puppy before the night was over.

So of course, when everyone dispersed at the end of the day and it was just the two of you left alone, he took the opportunity to drag you back to his. Barely saying a word beyond simple conversation, excitedly pulling you inside at a pace that seemed ridiculous. Before you could ask what had gotten him so riled up, you were pinned against the back of his front door and his lips were against yours. You couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly there was something he wanted.

Large hand on your shoulder keeping you in place, the other firmly on the back of your neck. Pulling you in, taking you over. He moved with hunger and need, the rough was inviting. Warm, tempting. Easy to melt into, easy to surrender yourself to.

He kissed you like he knew you could handle it. Like he was touching something precious and he wasn’t going to take the chance of letting it go for even a single second. To him, he was. You were a prized possession. It was an honor to be so close to you, and after a day worth of teasing him without having any clue, he wasn’t going to take it for granted.

Your soft hums spilled into his mouth as you caught up with his fervor. Leaning into him, graciously accepting as his tongue slipped over your lips. Accepting as his tongue explored into your mouth. The kiss very quickly turned sloppy, and unsteady as Evan became more impatient. His nails dug into your skin just enough to sting, but the subtle pain only made you want him more.

Both hands found their way into your hair, pulling on the strands until you gasped into his mouth. Barely noticing the way you grabbed at his shirt, tugging him closer. He was lost in the feeling of your body so close, relieving the strong desperation he’d been feeling since that morning. The heat coming off your body felt like the only warmth in the room, like he’d die off if he wasn’t touching you.

When you finally peeled him away he was panting like a dog. Chest rising and falling as though he had just run a mile as he used all of his restraint not to simply pounce on you. His gaze flashed between your lips and the rest of your body like he just couldn’t control where his eyes wandered. Like he wanted every single bit of it and couldn’t decide where to start. He looked like he wanted to consume you, in a way he did. The only thing he could think about was how pretty you’d sound on his tongue, the sting of your hands pulling his hair.

“Need my mouth on you. Can I? Please?” Voice whiny, nearly pathetic. Simply aching to move on and feel every part of you under his hands. Usually he expected verbal confirmation of you, waiting to do a single thing until you forced yourself to tell him out loud what you wanted. For once he was the desperate one, the one who found himself unable to relax due to his own excitement. He had no choice but to accept your eager nods as a yes. He looked relieved, seemingly satisfied with just the permission alone. 

You were precious to him, something holy. Beautiful, deserving, so tempting. Of course he would fall to his knees. Of course he would resort to kneeling at your feet. He eyed you like a predator, and yet his hands were soft as they ran down your bare legs. Possessive and as restrained as he knew how to be when presented with something so enticing. He tugged your undergarments past your knees and gladly let them fall to the ground, inhaling so sharply it hurt at the sight. 

He flipped your skirt up, left hand pressing into your side as he held it up and away from what he wanted. He kissed along your skin until his teeth found the skin of your inner thigh. Nipping and tasting that soon turned into biting. Hard, sharp biting that gave you the chills.

You were lucky the door was already locked, you grabbed hold of the cold metal doorknob to your side just to make sure you didn’t fall. You hissed at the sting, but couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched around nothing. If Evan was good at nothing else, it was inflicting pain in a way that felt appreciative and not degrading. In a way that made you want to beg him to do it again. And again. And again.

He wouldn’t, though. Couldn’t. Not right now, not when he was already starving and there was a meal sitting right in front of him. There was only so much teasing he could do before it just became self inflicted torture. He could not wait any longer, 

Using just his middle finger, he dipped into your entrance. Experimental, just enough for you to feel it. He nearly growled, feeling how wet you already were. Was it the kissing? Maybe his hands on your body? Or was it his teeth in your skin, the bite mark that was still present on your inner thigh.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, sharp and low. His cock twitched under the confines of his cargo shorts, every part of his body wanting yours under it. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until he felt you come undone. He continued to taste at the skin of your thighs, just barely slipping his fingers into you. Savoring every hitch in your breath as he made his way closer to where you wanted him. Getting you worked up even more than you already were.

After what felt like decades of waiting, his mouth finally made contact with your cunt. Tongue immediately licking up your entrance and flicking over your clit, like he honestly could not hold back any longer. He groaned once he tasted you, loud and full of base. Finally satiating the need that had been building for hours.

It was warm and wet and sloppy, and you found yourself moaning the moment he made contact. The hand not gripping the doorknob for dear life flung to his hair. Threading your fingers through the dark brown locks and trying not to pull too hard. Even if the pleased hiss he made only encouraged more tugging.

He was so eager, like he’d never tasted you before. Engulfing himself in your scent, the feeling on his tongue. His right hand grabbed onto the back of your thigh to pull you closer, as if he could get any closer. All while his tongue explored everything it could reach, not yet delving inside. Passing over your clit with rough precision that made you shake every single time.

“God, Evan!” You called through grit teeth. Hips jerking into his mouth, chasing the pleasure he graciously gave you. It was a lot all at once, he was giving you it all. Of course he wasn’t holding back, he’d been thinking about you writhing and moaning like this all day. He was taking just what he wanted. Just how he wanted.

He adored being like this, holding his control from beneath you. At your feet, drawing sweet squeals as he worshipped the only way he knew how. Face buried in your cunt, restricting his access to air, and yet there was nothing anyone could do to pull him away. He was insatiable, and you were intoxicating. Inviting him in with your pretty sounds and keeping him there with the claw that stayed tightly wound in his hair. Lapping away at the slick that dripped down your thighs, asking for more with each satisfied hum. Each pass of his tongue made you squirm. Soft sparks through your core that made your knees weak, leaning back on the door for support.

You always forgot how much of an expert he was with his mouth until you were at his mercy, trembling and panting. It was like caging an animal, attempting to keep him from your pussy when he was so needy. So in need of your body, knowing nothing else could satiate the hunger that you gave him.

“S’that good?” He asked, muffled. Deep smirk in his voice as the question was nothing more than a teasing tactic. Something else to make your cheeks warm. It was hard to be mad at him when he was making you feel so damn good. 

“Thought I was the desperate one.” He spoke between licking and sucking, digging his nails into your skin to keep you close. You tried so hard to listen to him but it was becoming difficult between your own heavy breaths and never ending string of curses. “But you’re moanin’ like a bitch.”

He was laughing at you. How quickly he was able to work you up, and how much you were utterly melting. How easy it was to make you weak in the knees. You had no idea what his head had been filled with, and yet you caught on so fast. You were so quick to want him just as much, let him do what he wanted because you trusted that it would be good. It was cute, really.

“You’re damn perfect, y'know that?” The rambling fell on deaf ears as all you could focus on was his hands against your body and his tongue against your cunt. His fucking tongue, which he seemed to have far too much control over. It had you tugging his hair, pulling him closer. He wanted you to cum so badly. He wanted you shaking, your hands clinging to any bit of him you could reach.

When his tongue found its way inside of your sensitive hole, you nearly yelped. The remaining thought in your head was replaced by him, and the pleasure that coursed through you with every further press. That barely there floaty feeling was setting in, and you found your hips bucking into him. He noted that you’d never ridden his face before, he would have to change that and sooner than later.

“Oh god.” You readjusted your footing, spreading your legs further and keeping yourself steady. You could feel him smirk before pulling away and looking up at you. His face was soaked, and you could see that he was just as fucked as you were. He was completely cunt drunk.

“Keep saying my name like that, we’re gonna have a problem.” He purred. Voice cocky, knowing it would annoy you. You wanted to hit him for the remark but settled on dragging him back where he belonged.

As a response to your clear demands, he hoisted your right leg up on his shoulder. This allowed him to let go of your skirt and free up both of his hands. This also allowed him to draw his fingers up your thigh and slip them into you. Not aggressive or frantic, just feeling. It was so unexpected, you almost didn’t have time to react.

He pumped them into you in short, shallow thrusts that had you whining. Clawing at his hair with one hand, and shoulder with the other. Doing everything in your power just to stay upright as your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.

It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Simply causing it was enough for him, but he couldn’t help himself now. He palmed at himself, movements shaky and hard. Frantic and needy, chasing his own pleasure while he sat at your feet. Getting off on knowing he’s making you feel so good. Using every single sound that came from your mouth as his own personal porno.

The closer he got, the more determined he was to get you there at the same time. He could tell you were getting there, getting closer and closer to that edge. If anything it was convenience, not selfishness. His fingers were going to be the final straw, he was going to get your cum to drip down his wrist.

He curled his fingers inside of you, groaning at the way every muscle in your body tensed. Knowing your body well was a gift that he used to his utmost strength, and in times like these you could not thank enough gods that you’d given him the opportunity to learn. Repeatedly hitting that sweet, sweet spot, rubbing himself through his jeans in tandem. Needing, wanting, chasing.

“Fuckin’ cum for me. Cum in my mouth.” He was nearly whining. He wanted it so badly he would beg, something told him he would not have to resort to such lows. You were so close, you could feel the sparks that spread through your body. Just waiting so patiently to truly be thrown over. Trusting that he would make it happen.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Cum for me.” That was enough, between the rough command and his fingers abusing your insides. The building tightness snapped, your vision going spotty as you came on his tongue and fingers. 

You whined out with every heavy sigh as you slowly came back to earth. Still nice and light, you couldn't hold back the smile on your face. You still weren’t entirely sure how you gotten here or why, you barely remembered being thrown against the front door. That was just part of the joy that Evan brought, his impulsivity kept things interesting at the least.

You went to pull him up to you, to return the favor, and allow this feeling to continue. You even asked him, voice dreamy and fucked out, but you were too late. He leaned back on his heels, revealing the wet spot that soaked through his boxers and jeans.

He couldn’t help himself. What else was he supposed to do after teasing himself with his own thoughts all day? What was he to do when presented with the most beautiful woman he’s ever known, moaning his name?

“Evan- holy shit.” You breathed a chuckle, taking in the sinful grin plastered across his face. Despite your now wobbly stance, you leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. He returned the favor with three or four right to your lips.