#regerts

Faba: Under the Desk

Warnings: Public Blow Jobs, Faba.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the bewildered expression on Faba’s face as you sink to your knees under his desk, directly in front of him. He looked down at you with those giant glasses you had always found ridiculous, “What are you doing?” He asked though he was already figuring it out pretty fast with the look in your eyes. He had told you he’d be coming back home tonight at a regular time. It was already past midnight, and he was getting work done by himself in the office, instead of coming home to fuck you.

“I don’t know what you mean…” Your hand went and started palming him through his white pants. You were thankful he had taken his huge coat off earlier, or else you’d be fighting him out of that as well, and this man was stubborn as a mule, “I just came to visit you. You said you’d be home by six…” You said, your hand going to his zipper.

He placed a hand over yours, stopping you as he gave you a stern look, his cheeks a bit flushed, “Can’t you wait till we’re home? We’re at my job.” He hissed as you put more pressure on him, ignoring the slight touch of his hand. You rose an eyebrow as you looked at him, wondering how serious he was being.

“I did wait, Faba, six hours. It’s almost midnight. Everyone’s gone, and I’ve been waiting for you to get home so you could fuck me. That didn’t happen, so I came here.” You said, your hand slipping under his pants and past his underwear, finally touching his cock directly. Faba let out a moan, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

“Y-you should’ve waited longer…” He said, still trying to be stern even as you gripped his cock, slowly pumping him and working his pants down. You didn’t really seem to mind if he’d be pissed afterward, this was more or less his punishment for lying to you. His pants and underwear slid down pretty quickly as you adjusted yourself, sitting more up on your knees. He was already getting hard from just the slight movements of your hand.

Your hand traced over his cock as you brought it down, so your lips ghosted over it. You looked into his eyes with an amused expression, “Might want to bite down on that gloved hand, babe.” You said before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard on it while your tongue went directly over the slit, teasing him.

Faba, doing as he was told, bit down on one of his hands, as his other went into your hair and gripped the base, pulling you off him. His face was flushed as he looked at you, “P-please…” He seemed like he wanted to say something more, but you had already leaned back in, taking more of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head. His fingers remained in your hair as though it were a lifeline.

You began working him with both your mouth and hand, watching as he bit back moans and wiggled a bit underneath you. You eventually had to place a hand on his stomach because you didn’t want him to face fucking you…well, not this time. If he had come on time like he said, then maybe. You hummed a bit around his cock, making him a trembling mess under you.

You had been sure if someone were in the office building, they’d be able to hear him with the ruckus he was making. Even biting down on his hand, he was loud as he whimpered under your touch. That’s when you felt his cock twitch, knowing he was close. You came off him, jerking him off as you took in a deep breath, and looked at him. He was staring at you with watery eyes as you took him back in, all the way to the base as you forced your throat to relax around him.

The sensation was what tipped him over the edge; his grip on your hair tightened as he came down your throat. You held back from choking as his hand was keeping your head in place. As soon as he finished, his grip relaxed as you popped off him again, breathing heavily and wiping the drool from your lips.

He looked dazed as he came down from his high, looking at you with half-lidded eyes, “You know, I’m expecting you to return the favor once we get home.” You said, a bit haughtily as he looked at you and nodded. He grabbed your arm, pulling you up and onto his lap, holding your thighs as his head rested on the crook of your neck.