#hqfdom

this ask is so galaxy brain I literally think about this all the time Help

you can tell right away how innocent he is. the first time you realize it is a day where your shirt is a little lowercut than normal and you go to approach your very adorable editor in he office. right away you notice his gaze, the way they just fixated on your clevage while stuttering through each word. you pretend, for his sake, that you can’t tell.

but you decide in the end that it might be fun to tease him a little. so each day your shirt collar hangs lower and lower, while your skirt gets higher and higher. the gap between you two when you work together slowly closes. you lean against his back while he edits so he can feel your tits against his back.

“you seem distracted akaashi,” your voice is low “something wrong?”

he shakes his head because he can’t do anything else. petrified by his own arousal - the smell of your perfume and the shape of your mouth are haunting him everywhere he goes. it’s just some fun teasing for you, of course but -

for him? you’re the reason he’s biting down on the bottom of his dress shirt and touching himself during his lunch break, nearly sobbing as he jerks himself off in stalls from both shame and pure desire. he knows it’s wrong to do this at work but he just has to relieve himself and empty his aching cock so he can focus

slowly he gets more comfortable with the idea, and during a late night where no one is in the office - he just slides his dick from the front of his dress pants and strokes himself off while he stares at your desk. no ones here, it should be fine right? just real quick

“hngh, Y/N - please,”

“akaashi-san?”