#levi x reader

eren (๑•﹏•)

contrary to popular belief, eren doesn’t jerk off a lot 

his depravity runs deep that’s for sure, he’s got a plentiful imagination that can easily aid him in his alone time 

and yet he never really puts it to use often

unless he’s extremely pent up or so bored that nothing else seems interesting enough except for masturbating 

and when he began dating you, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, finally having obtained a beautiful, perfect outlet to release his pent up energy into 

why would he spill over his knuckles when he could just do it inside of you? 

but when you’re far and gone from him, and when he misses you too much to bare… 

he’s not above jerking off while thinking about you 

if anything he thinks it’s romantic 

and depending on the severity of his desire and the amount of patience he has or lack thereof, the scenarios shift around 

if the hunger for you is a slow burn, one that lightly simmers throughout the day until it bubbles over into an explosion of burning heat inside him, then he’ll start off slow, making himself horny without even realizing it 

like when you had to go out of town for a week to visit a sick family member, his mind kept lingering on the last kiss you two shared before you were off 

how you went up on your tippy toes, your hands cupped around his jaw as you kissed him deeply, tilting your head and angling into him with a soft moan of contentment in his mouth 

you pulled away, resting your forehead to his, a little breathy giggle falling from your lips and fanning over his, like you caught the way you were losing yourself in the kiss for just a second too long 

you gave him another peck as you began to pull away, your hand faltering from his jaw, down to his chest, drawing out your touch before you left 

he kept thinking about it, replaying it over and over in his mind, his stomach fluttering at the thought of how your breasts felt pressed to his chest, how you were the one who deepened the kiss and held his face close to yours, how a fucking moan slipped from you and all he did was kiss you 

and his mind trickled over into the obscene, and he imagined pushing you up against the door, one hand around your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and the other locking the door behind you 

he’d have cupped your pussy over your pants and rubbed your clit with the heel of his palm, watching how you crumble so quickly and spread your legs for him 

then he’d unzip your pants and flip you around, tugging your jeans just under your ass, making the already plump flesh swell from the material bunched beneath it 

his hand would slide under the sweater you had on and he’d be greeted with the lack of a bra, and he’d grope and squeeze your breasts while fingering your soaked cunt, forcing you to kiss him while he fucked you on his fingers 

then in his mind, he’d have you jerk him off, while in reality he was fucking his fist, desperately pretending it was your soft hand wrapped around him 

he’d try and really sell the fantasy for himself, squirting lotion into his palm and warming it up before going right back to it, the vision behind his closed eyes extending the scene into him fucking you up against the door, burying himself deep into you and rolling his hips against your ass, never fully pulling out, just shifting enough to provide you both the much needed friction 

he’d be moaning in your shared bed, his heavy eyes parting just to glance over at your side, wishing you were there while he pictured your naked body, groaning heavily as he focused on your presence even if you weren’t there 

he’d finish to the thought of filling you to the hilt, stuffing you full of cock while he cums in you, each spurt inside you making you completely full of him

he’d be shuddering your name as he came, murmuring in broken sentences of “fu..fuckin’ mine,” and “my girl, my girl,” 

and then when he’s impatient his fantasies shed their gentle nature 

(as if the original one had much to begin with) 

his go to is pushing you on your knees and fucking your face 

despite how fucking bad he wants to absolutely fuck your throat, he holds back because he loves you and he knows he’s well endowed, and if he took you the way he really wanted to…  

suffice to say he fears it wouldn’t be as pleasurable for you as it would be for him 

you can already barely take his cock as it is, when you let him into your mouth, your poor jaw gets sore so quickly and you gag when he hits the back of your throat 

it turns him on so much watching you sputter and catch your breath

and fuck its so hot the way you look up at him with those beautifully helpless, watery eyes, your hands trembling as you double fist his cock while you try to soothe your gag reflex before attempting to go back down 

it’s not that you’re bad at sucking his dick, he loves your gentle and earnest approach, loves how your slow pace makes him really focus and enjoy the feeling, how you lick up his shaft and make out with his tip 

but goddamn sometimes that pretty mouth of yours pisses him off and all he wants is to fuck the attitude clean off your tongue with his cock filling your jaw 

so he’ll act out this desire in the only way he can and fuck the tunnel of his palm while envisioning its your little throat 

he’ll be hunched over in bed, one hand pressed to the headboard while the other thrusts into his fist, grunting to himself and pretending his words are falling into your ears 

“take it — take that fuckin’ cock, s’all you’re good for,” he’d grit, throwing his head back with his hips crashing into his fist 

he cums so hard whenever he thinks about this, about gripping the back of your hair and yanking you backward, prompting you to scramble for purchase over his hips while he watches his cock fill your throat 

and when he’s finished he feels disgusting and guilty but it’s never enough to make him stop thinking about it 

maybe one day he’ll work up the courage to try and bring up deepthroating </3 

armin (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

dear sweet, sweet armin 

he’s a secret pervert 

and although he’s your boyfriend, you don’t realize how much of a debauched freak he really is 

he doesn’t like to be loud and proud of it, instead he’s quiet and ashamed 

he wants to be respectful and treat you the way you deserve to be treated

especially because he just can’t wrap his head around the idea that someone like you would go for someone like him, even despite all your loving reassurances that you give him, always letting him know that you feel like you’re the lucky one 

but he’s not so sure you’d maintain those sentiments if you knew what he used to do before you began dating 

he’d hump his pillow, his long fingers curling around the soft cushion while pretending it was your hips as he thought of you, yearned for you

he’d prop his phone on the mattress before him while he humped his pillow, a quick blurry upskirt shot he took of you when he allowed you to go first up the stairs 

or when you fell asleep at one of sasha’s parties, he snapped a photo of you passed out on her couch, claiming it was because connie drew a mustache on you and he thought it was funny, but really he just wanted to have it so he could zoom in on your tits practically falling out your dress and your exposed panties just barely peaking out from how high your dress rode up 

he’d rest on his tummy, his pillow tucked beneath him and just grind, his hand shakily reaching towards his phone to pathetically zoom in on your clothed pussy

it was such bad quality, but it was enough to make him genuinely salivate 

the photo never failed to make him shoot a fat load into a wad of tissues, and he’d always have to rush and grab a few tissues from off his nightstand, not wanting evidence of his disgusting actions to be left on his pillow 

and when you finally got together? 

he didn’t think his fantasies could get more pitiful and degenerate, but of course, they did 

he likes to take the last article of clothing you’ve worn and nearly smother himself with it, burying his face with your soft clothes and warm scent while he strokes himself, trying to copy the way you touch him 

he whimpers for you, calls out for you as if you could hear him, begging an invisible you to please let him cum 

he’d never admit this but he cums so fucking hard to the thought of you at your laptop, looking so focused and beautiful with your work, and you glancing over at him and noticing he’s hard 

in his fantasy, you make him speak to you while he’s on his knees, and you make him explain why he deserves to feel mommy’s pussy when she’s clearly busy 

in his mind he convinces you and you bend over, paying him no mind while you continue typing on your laptop, allowing him to fuck you from behind

his front would curl tightly over your back while his hands roam all over you desperately, always paying extra attention to your breasts

his cheek would rest over the nape of your neck, and he’d breathe you in like a depraved freak, panting and whimpering about how thankful he is to fuck his mommy 

you’d rub your clit with one hand and continue with your work on the other, occasionally granting him a “you feel so good baby, that’s my good boy,” 

you have zero idea that he overstimulates himself in your shared bed while he moans for you, twitching while he pictures cumming in you and you forcing him to lick you clean after 

“thank you mommy...” armin whispers to himself whenever he finishes cumming, catching his breath and wishing you were there to lap up the mess in his fist 

maybe one day he’ll bring it up to you…

until then it’s his pillow and him against the world 

jean (⩌⩊⩌)

similarly to eren, jean doesn’t really jerk off that often 

but where they differ is that while eren never feels above masturbating, jean does 

it makes him feel like a horny teen and he hates it 

however one sentiment that they share is : “why fuck my hand when i could fuck a beautiful woman instead?” 

it’s not that he doesn’t like jerking off, it’s that he’s ashamed to enjoy it, but not enough to where he can stave off avoiding it every time 

he’s only a man, he’s bound to give in every once in awhile 

he obviously daydreams of you when he does it, but more specifically he thinks about how soft you always seem to feel, and not just your tight cunt 

for example, he’ll think about your arms, how delicate you feel in his grip when he grabs your forearm and pins it behind your back while he fucks you 

or your legs when he throws them over his shoulders and slides his fat cock inside of you all the way 

or your sweet tummy, how cute it is when he kisses his way down to your pussy, occasionally sinking his teeth into the side of your belly, laughing to himself when you gasp and shyly whine for him to stop 

everything about you is so fragile to him, but not because he thinks you’re weak, but because to him you’re just so perfect in every way — in other words you’re precious cargo 

picturesque montages of your body in different angles and positions, a compilation of all his favorite moments you two have had during sex plays behind his eyes while he jerks off 

he’s a simple man with simple pleasures 

one in particular however, he seems to revisit more often than the others 

he thinks about this time you woke up from a nap and went into the bathroom while he was showering 

initially he thought you just missed him and were going to hop up on the bathroom counter and talk his ear off while he shampooed but instead you ignored his affectionate greeting, of “hi my sleepy girl, you feelin’ alright?” 

you stared at him while you stripped off your clothes and entered the shower with him 

you grabbed his face and kissed him hard, hiking your leg around his hip to grind against him with the same urgency as if time was going to run out and you’d never get to touch him again  

he was completely gobsmacked, you’d never been like that before but he was not going to complain 

he fell into a rhythm with you, pulling you in close and feeling the blood flood his cock in record timing 

he rutted against you, groaning in your mouth and gripping your ass, pulling you in harder

“had a dream,” you finally explained, kissing down his jaw and neck, nearly sucking bruises into his skin 

“where you fucked me so good,” you whispered in his ear, pulling back just barely enough to where he could see the starved glint in your eye 

“and i woke up so wet for you,” you shakily breathed out, swallowing hard as your head lulled back upon feeling him start to circle your hole 

“i need you so bad jean,” you whimpered, trying to angle your hips just right and make him slip inside

but he didn’t need to be told a second time

he pushed in, his face falling to your tits as he started fucking you, pressing you up against the tiled walls 

usually he has to finger you to get you prepared for his cock but you weren’t lying, you were so fucking wet that it made his intrusion easier than ever 

he suspected you touched yourself before you came into the shower, and the thought only made him hornier 

you were crazy in those small four walls, he watched you fuck yourself on his cock as you leaned against the wall, looking down at your connected bodies and rubbing your clit at the sight 

fuck the memory makes him so rock hard he worries his dick will just fall off his body 

he remembers how he pressed you against the glass door and fucked you from the back, grabbing some soap and rubbing it over your ass, watching your skin grow sudsy from it 

he dragged a hand over the fogged glass just enough to allow him to see your tits smushed against the shower door through the mirror outlooking you both 

he made you watch as he fucked you hard, whispering in your ear if he was doing it just like he did in your dream 

you sobbed a garbled moan, nodding like the dumb little girl you become when he gets his cock in you 

ugh he came sooo hard in you that afternoon, and he cums nearly just as hard every time he thinks about it

since then he prays everyday that you get another wet dream with him in it 

reiner (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹

reiner actually jerked off a lot before you two started dating 

poor thing would feel so guilty every time, always so ashamed with the notion that he was disrespecting you by doing it and that he was just too weak to stop 

it was honestly lamentable, how he was over you before you were his 

he’d think about how warm your hand was when you gently held onto his arm while guiding yourself through a full crowd 

or about how good your perfume and shampoo smelled and how much of a human heater you were and are — these qualities of yours surfaced his mind specifically when he’d think about how he had to lean down to hug you, and how your scent enveloped him and how it felt as though your heat could melt ice right off of him 

but when you were finally all his, he didn’t have to rely on jerking off to abstract concepts of you anymore

no longer did he have to only rely on things like you saying his name in the middle of a text — the simple action would somehow make him hard because oh my god she’s saying my name she typed it she used her thumbs to pick out the letters in my name i love her so much

instead he could just actually have sex with you 

but when you’re not there or if you’re sick or on your period, he’d rather die than ask you and make you feel pressured, so he just takes care of himself 

he thinks about your face a lot, your smile, your giggle, this specific way your eyebrows draw together when he’s making you feel really good, how your lip trembles with moans when he stuffs you with his fingers 

how you paw at him, at his chest and shoulders, down his fit body and beg him to fuck you 

he thinks about the initial push inside of you when you guys have sex, how you always gasp every time, your legs coming round to tighten around his hips 

your eyes flutter shut and your lips shakily drop open from being stretched out by him, and fuck your back arches so prettily off the bed while you lift your hips, trying to accommodate his size 

you’re just this perfect sexy thing beneath him that turns him on like nothing else, and it’s honestly a true testament to his control and reserve that he can hold back from cumming immediately upon seeing you like that 

so when he jerks off he replays that over and over in his mind, sinking his fist over his cock and pretending it’s him sliding into your pussy for the first time 

he thinks about how he has to rock into you slowly, a steady in and out, stretching you out before he can begin to really fuck you 

how you whimper and start to rock your hips against his impatiently, so fucking needy for his cock 

he loves how much you desire him, it makes him feel so loved and needed, like he’s the only one who can bring you pleasure

he thinks about how you moan his name, doing his best to focus on the memory of your breathy cries for him while he fucks you, how you chant his name like saying it alone makes you feel good 

he often thinks back to the time you begged him to cum inside you for the first time, and it does him in every single time 

it was your first night in your first apartment together and you guys were breaking in your new bed 

he was so ecstatic to have taken this new level of the relationship with you, and you could feel it in the way he fucked you 

and in how he kissed your lips and down your jaw and neck, how he rubbed your clit so perfectly in tune with his thrusts 

“please, please cum in me reiner, wanna feel you deep in me please, baby?” you had panted, like it hurt to think of him cumming anywhere else but inside you 

and fuck, he definitely granted you your wish, his hips stilled, thick thighs tensing as he came deep in you, spurting thick and heavy ropes into your tight cunt without a care in the world 

he loves that memory so much, he blushes when he thinks about it and makes a mess of his fist every time  

connie ((⚆·̫⚆‧̣̥̇ ))

nearly without fail connie will jerk off whenever he misses you 

that boy is clingy as hell 

it’s not his fault his girlfriend is just so damn hot !

and it’s not like you two have sex every single day, it’s just that when you’re not around, your absence is too loud for him to ignore and he begins to have those dead wife flashback montages in his head like in the movies 

something you like about connie is how dirty he can be, it's a trait only you’re allowed to see, considering you’re his girlfriend, it makes sense that you’d be the only one who sees that side of him 

he’s so playful, fun and sweet, that sometimes it’s such a jarring 180 when he gets horny 

he’ll fuck you from the back and grunt for you to fuckin’ stay put when you try moving your hands away from the headboard 

and god forbid you wear a skirt around him when he’s feeling ravenous… 

he’ll hike it up and lower your panties down to your ankles and fuck you hard, slamming his hips flush to your ass while he fists the delicate material of your skirt 

he thinks about these things when he jerks off and gets so upset he can’t just take you the way he wants to 

he almost gets frustrated, huffing as he palms himself and looks at pictures of you on his phone, swiping through them until he gets impatient and shoves his sweatpants and boxers down below his hips to touch himself properly

he’ll look at all the selfies you’ve sent him and jerk off, throwing his head back as he imagines himself there with you when you took the photo

like with this one photo, it’s probably his favorite selfie of you, you’re in his car with no makeup, a tank top and those leggings he loves 

you sent him the pic while you waited for him to grab something from your place and come back, playfully but still impatiently rushing him to return to you 

he thinks you look so beautiful there, so bare faced and sweet

and fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra and he left the ac on for you so your nipples were hard and pressing against the thin material of your tank 

your thighs were in the shot too, full flesh contained by the confinements of those goddamn yoga pants 

he’ll stare at that photo and think about pulling you to the backseat, locking the doors and ravishing you 

he’d pull that tank top under your tits and rip a hole in the crotch of those tight leggings, swearing he’ll buy you another pair as soon as he’s done with you 

he’d kiss you hard, one hand around your throat while the other takes his cock and swirls his fat tip over your clit, knocking before entering

y’know, like a true gentleman

in this fantasy you’re dripping for him, making a complete mess of his backseat, but he doesn’t care, it just turns him on that much more to see proof of your arousal smeared across the leather seats 

as he zooms in on your tits, he’d picture them bouncing while he fucks you, groaning thickly at the thought of taking them in his mouth while he pumps you full of his cock 

his hands would be all over you, squeezing and gripping and pulling you down onto his dick relentlessly 

he has got to be more careful when he gets like this because he loses himself in the hazy daydream that consists of you and him and in return accidentally cums on his phone 

and although he feels irritated and disgusted with himself whenever it happens, he can’t lie… seeing your sweet smile covered with a shot of his cum makes him twitch and almost tempted to go another round with himself 

but he’ll just wait until you come back home to him instead  

levi (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

eren doesn’t jerk off often because he already has you, and jean is too embarrassed to do it, but levi? 

he hates the mess, hates giving into such primal urges, it makes him feel weak and like he’s slipping — slipping with his grip on self control 

but similarly to jean, he’s just a man at the end of the day and will give in when he can’t ignore the tension between his legs any longer  

he doesn’t talk about it with you, worried that it’ll somehow ruin your image of him 

but little does he know that if you knew he touched himself to the thought of you, you’d suck his dick until he could not physically produce another drop of cum

he’s such a busy guy he doesn’t really have the time to do it anyway, and he uses it to his advantage, trying to bury himself in his work instead of his fist 

but when he comes home and you’re not there, the feelings become even harder to push to the back of his mind 

he’ll crawl into the bed you two share, bones heavy and tired and heart hurting from ending his day without you there with him

he’ll reach out for your pillow and lay his cheek against it, exhaling lowly when his hands slowly grapple towards your blanket 

he’ll bring it to his nose and breathe in the remnants of your scent, tangling his legs along with it 

he’ll slowly grind against the warm blanket, groaning with both a need for you to be there and with reluctance towards the entire thing 

he’ll keep some of the material by his nose and lips, breathing you in like a mask while he bunches up the rest of it and unzips his pants 

he’ll free his cock and stroke himself, hesitant to slide between the folds he made with the blanket 

he knows it’s dirty, knows it’s gross and it’ll be a mess after he’s done 

but his very rare, indulgent side will peek around the corner and remind himself that he can rush to your washing machine to wash it before the stain sets and hardens 

and that’s enough for him to give in 

he’ll shakily exhale when he feels the soft fabric of your blanket, his mind immediately racing to you and how your body was once wrapped up with the same material he’s fucking 

it makes his cock twitch, just the thought of you laying there beside him 

he’ll lean his cheek into your pillow as if it were your hand cupping him and take a deep inhale of your blanket, smiling slightly when he can make out hints of your lotion and shampoo 

he thrusts into the tunnel of his fist covered by your blanket, shuddering as he gives in to his urges 

he thinks of you and how happy you are to take care of him, to make him feel good 

he’s a grown, capable adult, he’s used to relying on himself and only himself but when you came around, he slowly but surely let down his guard and allowed you to aid him in things where he doesn’t even really require assistance 

not because he feels as though you think he’s incapable, but because you know he’s been too capable for too long 

even with sex, he never saw it as a necessity or anything of importance 

but now because of you he’s fucking your blanket and shakily murmuring your name 

he doesn’t think about anything crazy, he just thinks of your body connected with his, trying his best to separate his mind and body from what he’s doing, trying to pretend it’s your soft cunt wrapped around him instead 

he thinks of you pushing him onto his back and straddling him, interlocking your fingers beside his head while you ride his cock at a slow and easy pace 

you’d drag your soaked pussy up and down over his thick length, spoiling him rotten while he gazes at the beautiful sight of you on top of him 

you’d grind your hips down into perfect swivels over him, and he’d groan, swallowing hard as his cock twitches inside you 

when your sex life was still new and budding, he used to want to wear condoms to ensure your lack of pregnancy and make clean up easier 

but when you reassured him that you were on birth control and to avoid making a mess he could just cum inside you, and that you’d be so good for him and keep it all in 

well…

who was he to try and argue with logic like that! 

he’d look down and watch as you took him in all the way, making his cock disappear inside you like a magic trick 

you hypnotized him and cleansed his mind of all his stressors and instead filled him with pleasure as you rode him 

your pussy always feels so fucking heavenly when it grips him, giving him exactly what he needs and exactly how he needs it 

he loves cumming inside you, loves guiding you onto your back with a towel underneath you, spreading you open and watching his cum pour out of you 

he’ll shove his fingers inside you and push your hip down when you gasp and squirm away from being too sensitive 

he’ll shush you and fuck his cum back into your cunt, glancing up at you with a faint smug look in his eye 

“i thought you’d promise me you’d be good and keep all my cum inside?” he’d tease you, and you’d whimper, too busy trembling as he fingers your poor overstimmed pussy 

ugh god the sounds you make 

he always muffles you with his palm but really he likes that he’s why you can’t seem to hold it together and control yourself 

and when he spills into the ripples of your blanket, despite his exhaustion from his orgasm, he pulls his boxers up and immediately rushes into your laundry room downstairs 

he’ll quickly run the blanket under some cold water and then throw it in the wash, leaning against the machine and watching it spin in circles, his mind drifting off to the longing he feels for you, wishing that you were there with him 

erwin (๑╹o╹)✎

this poor man is constantly working long nights at the office, you don’t really get to see him as much as either of you would like 

sure the money is nice, but damn spending time with you would be nice too! 

sometimes you stop by and visit him at work to bring him lunch and moments like that make his whole week 

he’ll draw the curtains and shield the view of you away from his coworkers and other subordinates from peeking in, wanting you all to himself for what sparing minutes he has with you 

he’ll haul you into his lap and hold your jaw, pulling you down to kiss him 

it never goes further than just kissing, a long wordless ‘i miss you’, and sometimes he’s almost tempted to give in and forgo his important deadlines and spend that time fucking you on his desk 

but it never happens and you end up leaving sooner than he’d like, wishing him a good day and a promise of seeing him later that night at home 

and then he’ll begrudgingly return to his work 

he’s always one of if not the last one to leave, even though he technically doesn’t have to, he’s the boss and he believes in carrying his own weight and not letting it trickle amongst people who don’t have his work included in their pay grade 

he’ll spend that time heavily focused on his work, just trying his best to get enough done before he leaves, but sometimes, in the late hour of the night, he’ll swear he can catch whiffs of your perfume in the air from when you visited him earlier in the day 

it isn’t a rarity, the times you’ve left him with a hard cock, kissing him goodbye and innocently sauntering out of his office as if you weren’t sitting directly on his clothed dick, with your warm panty clad pussy pressed over him 

and most of the time he just has to direct his attention back to his work and let his cock go down on its own 

but sometimes? 

he doesn’t want to just sit uncomfortably with his cock straining against his slacks 

he’s ashamed to admit it and would never do so under any circumstances, but on occasion when he knows he’s the only one left at the office, he’ll palm himself under his desk, soothing the ache before he frees himself completely, pulling the trash can in front of him just in case he makes a mess 

he’ll stroke his cock, lulling back into his chair as he exhales your name, shutting his eyes and thinking back to your little visit 

he thinks about making you stay with him, about hiking up that pretty dress you put on for him and shoving your panties in your mouth and fucking you

he thinks about lifting you up and carrying you towards his floor to ceiling mirrors that outlook the city, pressing you up against the glass and fucking you while he burns his lips into the side of your neck 

he thinks about making a wreck of you in his office, fucking you on every surface he possibly can 

bending you over his desk, or laying you on top of it, fucking you as you lay across his chair, on the ground, up against the wall — you name it he’s thought it and came to it 

he just loves the idea of doing something so filthy in a professional setting, and of you letting him 

he misses you so much and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his cock, he wishes he could have you teleport to him during those long nights and take care of him the way you do at home 

sometimes he’ll call you when he’s really desperate and needs a little something extra while he touches himself 

he’ll steady his breathing, apologizing if he woke you up 

you always say no and that you’re too busy missing him to be able to sleep 

he chuckles and his heart hurts but it makes his cock twitch in his fist 

“talk to me, dear, i just want to hear your voice for awhile.” he’ll say, balancing the phone between his cheek and neck, the cord from the phone going taut as he leans back and fucks his fist, listening to your sweet voice recount your day 

he’ll listen to you describe how you finally got around to cleaning your kitchen and he’ll fight back a groan, imagining coming home to you on all fours scrubbing the floors and him fucking you on it 

or about how you went to the mall and picked up some new clothes, and maybe a new lacy set you’ll have to try on for him 

and he’s so weak, so painfully horny for you that just hearing you say those words makes him grab the napkins from his tissue box and shoot his load into them 

he holds the phone away from his face to catch his breath, swallowing hard as he tucks himself back into his trousers before he picks up the phone 

“okay i have to get going, i need to finish up my work — luckily i’m almost done so it shouldn’t be long until i’m home dear. thank you for letting me call you. i love you, see you soon.” 

he’ll discard the used napkins into his trashcan and pump a few squirts of hand sanitizer from his desk and into his palms, sighing as he looks over his papers before continuing on with his work