#boxer!druig

That powder blue sundress with a neckline that left nothing to his imagination. He could easily run his hand up the flowy skirt, touching the soft skin of your thigh, his fingers ached at the thought. Druig sunk a little lower into his office chair, his hardening cock begging for the slightest amount of friction from the fabric of his shorts. "Fuck," he groaned softly, his mind full of indecent thoughts.

His lust-blown eyes peered down to his computer monitor, a small timer in the bottom corner. Two minutes before his first interview started, he could try to get off in two minutes. He slid slightly forward in his seat, his hand quickly reaching to pull his semi-hard cock from its confines.

Druig breathlessly moaned as he gently stroked himself, pre-cum starting to bead at the tip, eyes focused on the timer in front of him. With his cock fully erect, as if on cue, you walked through the door carrying a full to-go cup of coffee.

"Druig," you lightly gasp as you saw him. The sight of his flushed face and slightly parted lips sent a shiver down your spine and an intense wave of pleasure in between your legs. With the way he turned his head to look at you and his strong hand continuing to stroke his cock, you knew you were wet, already wanting him inside you.

"C'mere, m'love," he moaned, his free hand grabbing for you. Your eyes were fixed on the state of the boxer, he was usually so calm and collected, but here he was with his face contorted in pleasure.

You sat the coffee cup on the desk and Druig wasted no time sliding his hand up the skirt of your dress. "You have a minute," you scolded as you looked at the timer. Druig's hand slid in between your legs, fingers expertly finding your clit, he broke out into a boyish smile once he noticed you weren't wearing anything underneath. You jolted at his touch and slammed your hands down on the white desk to brace yourself.

"Well then," he hummed, "looks like you'll just have to sit here and wait with me."

A combination of his teasing voice and his fingers spreading your wetness around made you whimper. Druig chuckled darkly and grabbed you by the hips. "You're going to sit here with my cock deep inside your pussy, princess while I talk to the nice man, ok?"

"Are you serious? What if he sees?" You gasped, whipping your head around to face him. Druig rolled his eyes and helped you stand over him, your face anxiously watching the screen.

"You'll be fine, baby. Trust me, this view is only for me," he told you, "Plus, I'll make it worth your while." You finally gave in, reaching behind to hold his cock and guiding it to your entrance. Both of you let out a moan at the same time as he stretched out your pussy, a long string of curses falling from his lips.

You gently clenched around him, his dick throbbing as a result. You began to roll your hips, soft whimpers escaping your throat as he bucked his hips in rhythm. A soft chime came from the computer, the screen beginning to change.

Druig lurched forward and grabbed a fist full of your hair, pushing you down onto the table out of sight of prying eyes. "Don't. Move," he commanded. You mewl at his tight grip but nod your head, one of your hands rising to cover your mouth.

"Druig! I hope the connection's fine," the man on the other end spoke with a small laugh. Druig smoothed out his shirt and pushed back his dark hair.

"It's just fine, thanks for having me," he responded kindly. The 180 of his tone took you by surprise... if only the journalist knew what was happening just under the camera's view.

At first, it was fine, you tried to control your breathing as you felt the beads of pre-cum leak inside you, Druig's hands kneading your ass as he ever so casually answered questions. The vibrations of his laugh acted like a bad vibrator.

"You are having the best season of your career, you are just a total package in the ring. What's something that you did differently this time around?" the man asked.

"Teasing," Druig chuckled. He started to push your ass slowly back and forth, gently rising from the base of his cock before he sat you back down. Teasing, you rolled your eyes. "Giving them a little but not going all in, yet. Make 'em wait." His movement stopped, pulling his hands off your hips.

By the time the interview was near its end, you were a complete mess. The fullness of his hard-on throbbing inside you was almost too much. Your wetness dripped down your thighs and your clit was swollen and begging to be touched by him. You could feel his heartbeat through his cock, he was just much better at hiding his want for you.

"One last question for you here. What do you contribute your success to? Anyone behind the scenes?"

Druig fondly smiled, "I have amazing people over at the Eternals Gym. Trainers, friends..." he spoke, his hand snaking around your thigh and towards your dripping cunt. His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast circles that ensured that you were going to cum soon, "...and I have an amazing woman in my life, she's my good luck charm."

You wanted to smile and feel the butterflies in your stomach, but those butterflies were too busy swarming your sensitive clit. You bit down on the knuckle of your finger, warmth spreading to your body, that familiar tingle arising in your legs. You allowed your legs to go weak, letting your orgasm wash over you silently. It took all the strength you could muster not to scream his name.

As soon as the call disconnected, Druig stood and turned off the computer. "You were such a good girl," he panted as he lightly smacked your ass, removing his fingers from your core.

You squeaked at the loss of contact, "Dru, fuck me." you managed. He smirked and pulled out of you completely, only to flip you around and lift you onto the desk. Hands gripped your hips tightly, the pads of his fingers were sure to leave small bruises. Not that you minded.

"Lemme cum inside that pretty pussy?" he asked before he kissed you feverishly. Your pathetic attempt at nodding was enough for him, his cock gliding right in, his deep thrusts pounding against your cervix. Between the slapping of skin, your beautiful moans, and your nails digging into his back, Druig was about to fall over the edge.

"Cum in me, Druig. I kept your cock nice and warm for you," you moaned against his lips. He sucked in his bottom lip and looked into your eyes desperately as he spilled inside you, ropes of warm cum coating your insides.

"Fuck," you panted as his damp forehead connected with your shaking shoulder. He slid his hands up your back and held you close to his heaving chest. You comfortably nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne.

"I love you so much," he whispered lovingly, coming down from his own high.

You hummed and smiled against his skin, "I love you too," you replied. After a moment of relishing in the afterglow, you spoke again while you tangled your fingers in his hair, "Am I really your good luck charm?"

Druig pulled away and kissed your forehead, "I would never lie to you would I?"