Winn had been busy all day. You had been horny all day. Usually, this was a recipe for a great night, but today, some part of the DEO had slithered back home with the two of you.
While waiting for Winn to come to bed, you decided to get yourself ready for him. Your fingers stretched the tight entrance of your pussy in the way he always did. But it just wasn't the same. Even while drowning in his scent from his favourite oversized hoodie, it wasn't getting you close enough. You tried everything: a faster pace, deeper thrusts, curling your fingers. But it didn't match what he did for you.
So, you slung on Winn's favourite pair of your panties — the ones he claimed "match your eyes" — and headed out of your warm, cozy bedroom to find him.
He wasn't far. The thing he was far from was finishing his work.
“Baby?” you called out. “You coming to bed?”
“Yup! I'll be there in a sec, I just gotta finish this.” He mumbled. You couldn't see his face, but you could tell he was chewing his tongue with his front teeth in the way he did when he was stressed.
“Come on, Hot Schott, it's cold without you.” you pouted. He sighed. He could never deny you anything.
“I'm sorry, princess,” he turned around in his chair to face you. His eyes looked tired. “Why don't you come sit on my lap while I just finish this?”
You huffed a playful huff, but climbed onto him anyway. As you buried your warm face into the cold crook of his neck, his hand traced your body through your (his) hoodie. Eventually, he stopped thinking about that hand as much as his monitor, so it drifted down. Down until it traced the fabric of your underwear.
“Is this...?” he cut himself off. But your chest was pressed directly against his; you could feel exactly what it was doing to him. His heart was working overtime, pumping blood directly to his cock. He tried to adjust himself, as if you weren't sitting directly on top of it and wouldn't notice if he just covered it with the fabric of his clothes.
“Ah, ah, ah, Winn,” you cooed. “Don't hide that from me.”
He whimpered. Actually whimpered. The sound only you could hear. Winn Schott's brain unravelling for you and only you.
“Shit, baby, fine. I need to be in you right now. Just please don't move..”
You celebrated in your head, tugging expertly at his belt. You'd done this a thousand times. You knew the exact notch he liked to have his belt on, how difficult that zipper was, but you were an expert at this point. You could do it easily.
Soon enough, there it was. His pretty cock, flushed and needy. You licked a stripe up the underside of it to get it primed and ready for your other set of lips. Though he obviously hasn't been expecting that.
“Baby!” he squeaked, voice cracking, before clearing his throat. “I-I mean, baby. You said you'd just sit on it.”
“W-well, not specifically, but..I-I thought it was implied.”
“You know what, baby? I'll be nice.” you climbed back up onto his lap, slid the fabric of your panties to the side and slowly enveloped him, from tip to base. Just looking at his face confirmed a small, adorable malfunction in his brain at the sensation, but he tried his best to continue.
And it worked well! For about 8 minutes.
You couldn't seem to get comfortable. So, you kept wriggling in his lap and shifting him around inside you. This time, he couldn't ignore it.
“Please baby,” he'd tried. “Can you at least try to sit still?”
Eventually, the work on his computer was completely disregarded. His hands had managed to find their ways to your hips and were helping you grind against him as he whimpered in that special way your puppy only did when he was getting close.
That night, the only things that finished were you and Winn. But if he had to choose?
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