#stuart smut

The bartender glances up at the man in front of her, pausing for a moment before smiling at him, “Sure thing hot stuff, just give me a second.” Her voice is sugary sweet and she shoots him a wink.

I try to push down the sense of disappointment that’s filling me, I was hoping she had better taste than to be impressed by the caveman idiot next to me. He smirks at the girl on his lap, clearly so fucking proud of himself for no fucking reason and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

She pulls a bottles towards her, unscrewing the cap quickly and putting it down on the bar before pouring out a full shot of the clear liquor and then sliding it across the bar to him. She quickly puts the cap back on and shoves the bottles back with some others, out of sight.

“Drink up,” she says with a small smirk, and he throws his head back, downing the whole shot without a second thought. He grimaces slightly, staggering up off of his stool.

“As much as I’d love to keep staring at your pretty little fuck me lips, I’m out of here, I’ve got a slut to fuck,” He says in a slur, pulling the brunette up along behind him, “Don’t miss me too much, Dollface.”

She shoots him a glare as soon as his back is turn, mumbling something to herself in irritation and I bite back a chuckle.

“Can I get a Rum and Coke on the rocks?” I ask her and she whips her head up to look at me, “Preferably without the rubbing alcohol added into it.” I add in a low voice and  her eyes widen as she blushes slightly.

“You could tell?” She asks in a mumble and I snicker, which causes her to blush a little darker.

“I could smell it from across the bar.”

“You didn’t say anything, you could have warned him.”

“Why would I do that? He’s trash water, definitely deserved some isopropyl.”

“Did you just call him trash water?” She asks with a laugh and I can feel my face heat up slightly.

“Well yeah, it seemed like a good insult, what would you have called him?”

She slides my drink to me and I take a sip of it, “Off the clock? Probably a cock sucker.” I snort, the alcohol shooting out through my nose slightly and I cough, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to ignore the horrible burning sensation in my nasal passage.

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” She gasps out between peals of laughter.

“Not quite the suave impression I was hoping to make.” I mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed and she smiles at me sweetly, causing my stomach to flip slightly.

“Honestly, you’re the only one in this bar making a decent impression.”

“Really? The nerd boy is making a better impression than all these overaged jock types?” I ask her, quirking an eyebrow at her and she grins and she pours some alcohol into another glass.

“So it would seem. Drink up, nerd boy.” She says with a laugh before sliding another glass towards me, “On the house.”

“Come on Nerd Boy, you’ve been coming here for weeks and you’re telling me you’re still just going to order a ‘Rum and Coke on the rocks’.” She says making her voice rough and low to imitate how I order my usual drink and I find my eyes focusing on the curve of her lips as she pulls them into a grin.

“What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.”

“I have a strict no creatures in my bar philosophy.” She finishes mixing a drink and slides it towards me, “Here, try this one.”

“What is it?” I ask, eyeing the orange red drink suspiciously.

“Sex on the beach,” She says, flashing me one of those winks that makes my heart drop to my stomach and leap into my throat simultaneously, “On the rocks, I didn’t switch it up on you too much.” She adds with a laugh as she leans towards me from across the other side of the bar and I nod absentmindedly, watching as her chest strains against the thin fabric of her crop top, her breasts swelling up over the top slightly and I gulp slightly.

“I see Walt loosened up a bit on the dress code,” I comment, motioning slightly towards her while I take a sip of my drink and she smirks at me suggestively.

“He liked the sudden spike in profit from me getting to wear what I want.”

“I can see that.” I say, shooting a pointed look over at a group of rowdy neanderthals that are ogling at her.

“Jealous, nerd boy?” She teases, winking at the group of guys before blowing me a kiss.

“Of them? Never.” I mumble, downing a bit more of my drink.  

“Good, you shouldn’t be, you’re worth ten of them anyways.”

“You’re just saying that because I always let you con me into helping you close down the bar.”

“You caught me, babes, it’s all secretly part of my wicked master plan.”

“Someone call Satan, his daughter is loose in the bar,” I quip back and she grins at me devilishly.

“Where do you think i get my sinfully good looks from?” She asks, biting her lip before shooting me another sultry wink and I gulp, trying to swallow down the lump of nervousness that’s formed in my throat.

“Devil woman,” I mutter under my breathe and she laughs before making her way down to another section of the bar to hustle some tips out of the poor unsuspecting idiots that have been lusting after her all night long.

I gaze after her, my eyes trained on the way her frayed denim shorts that hug her ass like a second skin, and I shift uncomfortably, trying to will away the thoughts of gripping her ass while I have her pinned up between me and a wall.

She leans against the bar, her breasts swelling from the positioning of her arms as she flirts with some sloppy looking fuckboy that can’t keep his eyes off of her cleavage and I clench my jaw, an inferno of jealousy igniting inside me. He splays his hand over the top of hers, leering at her, and I want nothing more than to tear my gaze away and pretend nothing is happening.

I stare at them intently, my eyes scanning her body language. While on the outside she looks like she’s enjoying it, looking a little closer at the more subtle reactions tells a completely different story. While at first glance she looks completely comfortable having him touching her, I can see the slight tense of her jaw, the way she seems to look through him rather than at him, the way her fingers clench slightly onto the worn wood of the bar.

A sense of relief floods through me slightly, along with a hint of smugness that she never has to force herself to endure talking to me, like it’s some kind of chore she can’t be bothered with. I glance back down to my tablet, letting myself focus on some work, attempting to keep myself from continuing to obsess over her.

“I thought they’d never fucking leave,” She grumbles, swiping her ragged towel against the bar roughly, irritation radiating off of her.

“I’m starting to wonder if all bartenders hate their jobs or if it’s just you.” I tease her and she flashes me a withering glare.

“I’m sure the others would hate it too if they had hoardes of scummy fuckboys using shitty pickup lines on them too.”

“Fair enough,” I put my hands up defensively, signifying my surrender and she sighs.

“I like it well enough for the most part,” She mumbles quietly, “I like mixing the drinks, and getting to meet new people, and hear all the crazy stories from people that come to visit from other countries, and not to mention when we get the groups of Aussies and Irish guys because they’re always a good time,” She pauses, smirking at my obvious discomfort at how much fun she thinks the Australians and Irish are, “But the entitlement always gets me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why  these guys think they can just come in and automatically get their pick of whatever the fuck they want. They have no problem flashing around all this supposed money they have, yet they always try and get free drinks. They only tip well if they think I’m going to sleep with them, and many of them just assume I’m going to let them just fuck me against the bar just because they decided to look at me.”

I nod sympathetically, but I can’t help the image of fucking her against the bar that flashes into my mind. The thought of her legs wrapped around my waist while I slide into her, her back arching up off of the battered bar while I bury my face in her perfect breasts.

“Earth to nerd boy,” She says loudly, waving her hand in front of my face, and I blink quickly, trying to banish the thoughts from my head. “What were you thinking about?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at me and I can feel my face flush slightly as I clear my throat.

“My absolute outrage at the scummy fuckboys, of course.” I pull my beanie off, running my hand nervously through my hair before fixing my glasses and she fixes me with a stare, not looking entirely convinced.

Silence falls between us, punctuated by the bass vibrating through the walls from the club next door. She glances up at the clock on the wall before throwing down the rag and hopping over the bar.

“Let’s go, nerd boy.”  She says, grabbing my hand and I drop my beanie down onto my now vacated stool.

“Where are we going?”

“Next door, I wanna dance and you, kind sir, are going to keep all the creeps from putting their nasty little hands on me.”

I gulp, trying not to focus on how her hand feels in mine, and silently willing my body to absolutely not start clamming up.

“I’m not sure you’re ready for my awesome moves,” I mumble and she looks over her shoulder to flash me a grin.

“Bring it, stud.”

She pulls me through the door, and down along the alley connecting the bar to the club, nothing but confidence radiating off of her without a hint of hesitation. I take a deep breath, giving myself a silent pep talk, determined not to make a fool of myself.

The loudness of the music hits me the second we walk in, and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness of the club. She weaves us through the throngs of sweaty bodies until she finds a place for us in the middle of the dance floor.

Leaning against me, she doesn’t let go of my hand, choosing instead to rest it on her hip and my hand grips her unconsciously. She sways her hips against me, in perfect time to the beat of the music and I fall into rhythm behind her. My other hand makes it’s way to her other hip, gripping her tightly as I pull her closer to me and she leans her head back against my chest, one of her arms snaking up to grasp the back of my neck.

A shiver goes up along my spine, the feeling of being so close to her is intoxicating. A small bit of courage surges through me and I lean down, brushing my lips against her neck and she lets out a shaky breath. That faint sound of encouragement is all I seem to need before I’m dipping my mouth back down, tracing every inch of her neck with my tongue until I nip gently at the junction between her neck and shoulder. She whimpers softly, a needy sound, and I suck in a harsh breath. I can feel the heat of her as she grinds against me, almost like she’s trying to conquer every inch of space left between us.

“Lemme show you how a real man dances,” Some red headed sleazeball slurs, pulling her out of my grasp until she pressed against his chest, his hands splaying across the bare skin of her stomach where her crop top has risen up. Another surge of jealousy goes through me, watching him put his hands on her. She glances back at me, her gaze slicing through me to the core, and suddenly, the jealousy is replaced with a burning intensity I can’t explain.

“Hands off my girl.” I growl, and he smirks at me.

“She doesn’t seem to be complaining, are you doll face.”

I wrap my hand around her wrist, pulling towards me like she’s nothing more than a leaf on the wind. I fold her into my arm, wrapping it possessively around her waist.

“Back. Off.”

“Look bro, a bad bitch like her doesn’t want some Bing water boy.”

I see red, and before I know it my fist is colliding with his nose and there’s a satisfying crunching sound before blood starts streaming from his nose, “It’s google, bitch.”

I pull her after me, back through the wall of sweaty bodies, and out the door before shoving her against the rough brick wall.

“I  hate seeing them with their hands on you, baby,” I growl, my hands finding their way to her waist as I drag the tip of my nose down the side of her neck, my lips ghosting along the shell of her ear, “I hate seeing how they look at you, like they want nothing more than to fuck you until you’re screaming their names,” I suck a hickey onto her neck, rough and raw, claiming her as mine, “The only name you’re going to be screaming is mine.”

“Stuart,” She whimpers, using my name for the first time I can really remember and hearing it roll off her tongue does nothing to quiet the roaring in my blood.

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tightly against her as her mouth meets mine in a searing kiss, pulling my lower lip between her teeth and I groan against her mouth. I slide my tongue into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. I wrap my fist in her hair, pulling her head back to give me unrestricted access to the column of her neck as I nip my way down the soft skin. Her head falls back against the brick wall, as she lets of a soft moan.

“Stuart,” She whines, her voice raspy, “I need you.”

“Better get those keys out or I’m fucking you right here against this wall, baby girl,” I groan in her ear and her breath hitches, “Something tells me you’d like that.”

She slides out from where she was pressed between me and the wall, and I lean against the wall letting out a harsh breath while she fumbles with her key ring before the door pops open.

“You coming?” She asks over her shoulder, trailing her eyes down my body and I can feel my cock twitch at the way she bites her lip.

“We will be,” I mumble under my breath, smirking at her, and she winks at me before reaching her hand out to pull me into the dark bar.

I shove her against the now closed door, returning to my mouth’s assault against the delicate skin of her neck, and trailing my hands down her body so I can palm her ass through her shorts.

“I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night.” I groan, gripping her roughly, my hands under her thighs so I can lift her up, my body slotting in between her legs. Her core hot against my abdomen and I shudder at the thought of how it’ll feel to be inside of her.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night.” She moans in my ear and suddenly my khakis are much too tight and I need her even more than I thought was possible.

“If you want to use your mouth for filthy things then I can think of something much better than just saying naughty things.” I say to her in a low growl and she flicks her tongue out, licking my lips teasingly.

“Anything for you, Daddy,” she purrs, and there’s a roaring in my ears so intense I have to push back the animalistic urge to slam into her and fuck her hard against this door.

“On your knees, now, princess.”

She slides down my body, in a move that in the best case scenario could be described as practically pornographic until she settles on her knees on the hard floor, looking up at me innocently. I take a few steps back from her, the look in her eye almost predatory, as she crawls slowly along the floor towards me. My back hits the wall as she grins at me, her hands splaying across my thighs before gripping them. She runs her nails up and down my thighs,  the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as a shiver runs down my spine. She presses a few open mouthed kisses up one clothed thigh and then down the other. Her fingers trail along the top of my waistband dipping under it before sliding back out, teasing me, and I can’t contain the whimper that escapes from my mouth.

“You’re being so good for me, baby,” she says, one hand gripping the buckle of my belt, “Letting me tease you when I know all you want to do is shove your hard cock down my throat,” She purrs, looking up at me through her lashes as she palms me through my khakis and I groan at the feeling of her hand against my growing bulge.

She unbuckles my belt, tossing it to the side before popping the button of my pants and pulling the zipper down slowly- never breaking eye contact, looking like she wants to devour every inch of me. She pulls my pants down farther from where they’re already slung low on my hips, pushing them down until they’re around my ankles so she can palm me through the thin material of my boxers and my eyes roll back slightly as she gently applies some more pressure.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” she says in a sultry tone, “late at night when I get off of work, laying in my bed until I can’t help but to play with myself imagining it’s you.”

She kisses me through my boxers and my hips snap forward, desperate for more attention and she grins at me sweetly. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me, baby.”

She shoves my boxers down until they’re pooled around my ankles with my pants. Leaning forward, she sticks her tongue out, slowly licking the underside of my cock and I shudder as I let out a hiss.

She takes me into her mouth slowly, swirling her tongue around me, teasing me and I lean my head back against the wall. She slides me farther into her mouth, working up and down my length and I can’t keep back the low moans that are coming out from the depths of my throat.

“Just like that baby girl, fuck you do this so well,” I moan, my hips thrusting slightly, keeping in time with the pace she’s set with her mouth. I look down at her, groaning at the sight of my length sliding in and out of her lips as she hums around me, the vibrations shooting through me. She wraps a hand around my base, pumping slowly and then faster.

“F-fuck, so good,” I groan again, tangling my hands in her hair as she bobs her mouth up and down along me, hollowing out her cheeks so she can take all of me until I feel the tip of my cock tapping against the back of her throat and I almost come undone and the mere thought of the fact that she’s deepthroating me. She pulls me completely out of her mouth and I whimper at the loss of the sensation of her mouth when she suddenly takes me back in her throat, sliding me in and out quickly.

“Just like that, princess, fuck just like that. I’m so close.” I grip her head tightly as she works her mouth against me until I can feel that familiar pull in the pit of my stomach. “Almost there baby girl, fuck, fuck fuck, I love your pretty little mouth.”

I cum with a groan, expecting her to pull away, my mouth hanging open slightly as she continues to work her mouth against me, before slowly pulling me out of her mouth with a soft pop.

“You taste even better than I thought you would.” She says nonchalantly, winking at me as she licks her lips.

“Well I’m not fucking done with you yet.” I grab her from her position on her knees, swinging her up over my shoulder as I carry her to the bar before dumping her unceremoniously on the weathered wood.

I pull at her shorts, frantic to get them off of her and she arches her hips up so that I can slide them off of her.

“You’re not the only one good with your tongue, baby girl.” I say against the sensitive skin of the inside of her thigh and she squirms a little.

“Do your best, Twombly,” She sasses back a little breathlessly and I smirk against her before sucking a few hickeys onto her thighs. I take my time, slowly working my lips and teeth against every inch of her thighs and hips until she’s covered in bites and bruises.

“Are you done marking your new territory yet?” She snaps at me, attempting to rub her thighs together to create some friction, and I chuckle slightly as I hold her thighs down and she whines.

“Patience is a virtue, princess.”

“Not one I possess.” She mumbles in irritation and I smirk at her smugly before leaning down and licking a stripe along her already soaked panties and her hips lurch towards me as she gasps.

“Not so sassy now, are you baby,” I ask, pulling hard on her panties until I feel them give way and fall in tattered scraps away from her. “Fuck, princess, you look delicious.”

She whimpers as I lean down towards her, letting out a slow, long breath, loving the way she squirms as the cold air hits her soaked core.

I drag my tongue through her folds, flicking it against her clit and she moans. Her hands are in my hair, pulling at it roughly and I groan against her core which only makes her moan louder and pull harder. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before flattening it against her and she grinds herself against my face. I can’t get enough of it, the taste of her is absolutely intoxicating and I could spend hours here with my face buried in her cunt tracing lazy patterns against her with my tongue.

I slip my tongue inside of her, lapping at her greedily and she arches her hips up as she rocks them against me. I slide a long finger into her, and she lets out a filthiest moan I’ve ever heard that always makes me stop what I’m doing, completely entranced by it.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” She growls threateningly and I’m happy to comply, sliding another finger into her before hooking them up into her and hitting that spot deep within her.

“Fuck.” She whimpers, “Stuart, baby, fuck please don’t stop.”

“What’s my name, baby?” I ask her, looking at her as she grasps at her own breasts, palming them through her crop top as I work my fingers in and out of her.

“Baby,” she whimpers, “Stuart, please.” She adds.

“Not quite princess,” I say, my fingers slowing their pace slightly causing her to hitch her breath.

“Please let me cum, please Daddy, please,” She begs, and I lean forward quickly to suck on her clit. Her hips slam up against me as she clenches around my fingers, screaming my name as her thighs quake beneath my grasp. I keep working my mouth and fingers against her lazily, under the shaking subsides before slowly pulling away from her.

“How was that, for a nerd boy?” I ask, winking at her, and she raises up slightly, leaning back on her arms to look at me.

“I need you inside of me now.” She says, her eyes dark with lust and I bite back a groan of my own.

“Anything you want, baby girl.” I pull her by her thighs towards me until her ass if just barely on the bar before lining myself up with her still dripping entrance.

I swipe my cock through her folds, teasing her, before sliding my length into her. She moans, arching her hips to meet my slow strokes.

“Fuck baby you feel so good, so fucking tight.”

“Holy fuck,” She whimpers, rocking her hips against me. I lift one of her legs, hitching it onto my shoulder so I can deeper into her and she moans loudly. “F-fuck baby, right fucking there.”

I draw slow circles on her clit with my thumb, watching is awe as she begins to shake and writhe underneath me.

She’s panting, the rapid rise and fall of her breathing making her tits look beyond fantastic and I can’t resist the urge to suck a few more dark bruises onto to them before pulling her nipple into my mouth.

She whimpers as I pull away, before moaning as I take the other in my mouth, my fingers still working against her clit as I slide in and out of her.

“I’m so fucking close,” She whimpers, her nails digging into my back as she tries to pull me closer to her until my hips are slamming against hers.

Without any warning she clenches around me, her nails digging so roughly into my back as if it’s the only thing anchoring her as she screams my name again. My strokes are becoming sloppier, the sound of my name on her lips like a chanted prayer tipping me over the edge until I’m falling with her, completely consumed by the sensation of her.

I thrust slowly, before gripping the bar so I don’t collapse completely on her and she slides off of it shakily.

“Well, fuck.” She says simply, and all I can do is chuckle in response before pulling her in for a searing kiss. We finally pull away from each other when I feel like my lungs are going to burst from a complete lack of oxygen, not that I think I’d mind that much.

“So, how do you feel about round two back at my place?” She asks winking at me and I smirk at her.

“Like it was even a question, maybe next time I’ll order you on the rocks.” I retort, nipping at her shoulder and she giggles.

It all started a few weeks ago. Stuart had just started his internship. He had his own desk, surrounded by his teammates from the summer prior. They all shared greetings, smiles and hugs. That's when you walked in with your long legs and tight skirts. Your smile had made his heart flutter but it was your eyes that had Stuart blushing like he'd never seen a woman in his life. You had introduced yourself as their boss and Stuart thought he died and went to heaven. You had a stack of papers, their first assignment. As you handed him his paper, your fingers grazed and a bolt of electricity went up his arm. He licked his lips quickly, stuttering out a greeting. You flashed him your fabulous smile and Stuart was a goner. That was the beginning of Stuart Twombly pining after you.

As weeks went by, his crush on you turned into lust. You were beautiful and the way your skirts clung to your curvy frame had his imagination running wild. Just like it was now. You floated around their office, checking in on everyone's work. You wore a light beige blouse, unbuttoned just enough to give him a tantalizing view of your cleavage. Your inky black pencil skirt looked practically painted on and your heels accentuated your long legs. Every few moments he would glance up, eyes sliding down your frame when he thought you weren't looking. Stuart couldn't help but fantasize. All he wanted to do was bend you over the nearest desk and-

“Hey Stu? Could you print me out a few copies of these files for me please?” Your voice cut through his wild imagination. Stuart’s eyes snapped up to yours, his body temperature rising with the blush that started to cover his face. He was mortified, hoping you hadn’t caught him eye fucking you at his desk. He shifted uncomfortably under your expectant gaze, his fantasies having physically affected him. He took the small stack of papers with a small nod. Your smile lit up his whole day and all too soon you were leaving. 

Stuart watched you leave, eyes trailing after your figure. He looked down at the papers and sighed softly. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of his less than professional thoughts. He really needed to get a hold of himself. It was just so hard when you walked around looking like that...all irresistible and junk. With a heavy sigh, Stuart stood and headed over to the copy room in the back of the small office he shared with his teammates. He rifled through the papers, curiosity getting the best of him. There was nothing too interesting about them so he got to work.

He opened the lid to the copy machine, placing the first file inside. He pressed a few buttons, telling the machine how many copies he wanted and hit start. While it went to work Stuart took a seat. He let his head fall back against the wall as his mind, once again, trained on you. Your long legs, that tight skirt, and those cute little blouses that showed just the right amount of skin. Stuart sighed imagining bending you over one of these machines in here. I bet she tastes so sweet. That was another fantasy of his; bunching your skirt up around your hips and devouring you like his last meal, your moans filling the room.

The effects of his imagination were clear by the tent in his now too tight jeans. Stuart lifted his head, gazing down at his lap. He groaned in annoyance, head banging against the wall with a dull thud. This was like the sixth hard on he’d gotten at work this week and it was only Wednesday. His gaze moved towards the door as an idea popped into his mind. He licked his lips nervously. This was such a bad idea but he was desperate. The throbbing between his legs prompted him to relieve it. 

Stuart hesitated, eyes glancing towards the door. If anyone came in it’d be horrifying and he would surely get fired, but, if he could get away with it, he would be able to settle his nearly uncontrollable urge to bend you over the nearest flat object and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Another semi-painful throb and Stuart was undoing his jeans and pulling his aching member free of his jeans. A soft sigh of relief fell over him as he was no longer restrained in the uncomfortable fabric. He was hard as a rock, standing tall. The vein running along the underside stood out prominently. Stuart trailed a finger along the vein, shivering at the sensation. 

He glanced up at the door one final time before he wrapped his hand around his aching member. He dragged his hand up slowly, squeezing with just the right amount, eliciting a soft sigh. His eyes closed as he sank into a more comfortable position in the small office chair he was in. His mind easily fell to you, imagining your soft, warm hands grasping his aching cock. Stuart groaned just thinking about it. His hand fell into a quick rythym, pumping himself as he let out an occasional breathy moan. He even let your name slip out once or twice as he stroked himself, mind picturing all of the things he wanted to do with you...to you.

You stared at your computer screen, lips pursed as you read over the latest faculty email. It was something about not leaving out cold coffee in the break room again. You rolled your eyes and exited out of the short message. Your eyes flicked down to the tiny clock in the bottom right hand corner of your computer screen. You were surprised to find that a rather long amount had passed since you asked Stuart to get you copies of those files. You frowned wondering what could possibly be taking this long.

With a huff you rose from your chair and walked out of your office. The sound of your black heels tapping along the tiled floor alerted his teammates to your entry. Their gazes trailed reluctantly from their computer screens to you. “Have any of you seen Stuart?” your voice came out easy going even though you were a bit annoyed at printing just a few papers had taken longer than five minutes, and that was being liberal with time. Neha was the first to respond, pointing towards the copy room. A single brow arched in surprise as you thanked her and walked over.

You paused before rounding the corner. Nervousness began to coil in your lower abdomen all of a sudden. Something was telling you to be cautious, but you weren’t sure why. You slowly began to round the corner, eyes peering through the tiny window in the door. Your jaw dropped instantly as you gazed upon the sight that greeted you. There he was, eyes closed and cheeks lit up a pretty pink color. His lips were parted just slightly, tongue flicking out to wet them as his hand worked furiously over his hard length. Heat shot through your entire being, settling right between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, hand hovering over the handle. Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought over what to do.

Before you could properly map out a plan of action, your body acted of it’s own accord. Your hand wrapped around the handle, turning it agonizingly slowly as you cautiously stepped inside. Stuart had yet to notice you as you closed the door silently behind you. Your eyes moved over his body once again, drinking everything in. You felt yourself throb, biting down on your bottom lip to quell the moan that begged to be released. Stuart Twombly was surely a sight to see right now.

“Need some help?” The sound of your voice met your ears as it bounced confidently off the walls. It wasn’t until Stuart’s eyes opened, quickly filling with fear that you had realized that you’d spoken. You stayed rooted to the spot as Stuart froze like a deer in the head lights. His eyes were glued to you as you reached up, tugging on the small string that released a paper blind over the small door window. You watched as his chest rose and fell in rapid succession. His cock twitched in his hand as you took a few deliberate steps forwards.

“I said...need help with that?” Your voice met Stuart’s ears again and that’s when he realized that this wasn’t a dream. He was no longer fantasizing about your soft lips and round hips. No, he was looking at them now like an utter fool, petrified. Now you know why Stuart was so fucked. He’d just been caught jacking himself off in the copy room. He opened up his mouth to speak but no words came out. It was like every system in his body had shut down. He was trapped inside of his own mind, screaming for himself to do something...anything...but sit there and stare at you like a frightened deer.

“I-I..it’s not...I’m just...it’s...uh,” Stuart couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. His mind was in shambles as it worked and reworked over different scenarios that could even come close to possibly explain how he came to be sitting here, cock in had, throbbing with need for release. He kept drawing blanks as he stared up at the object of his affections. Having you there, boring such a fiery, needy gaze on him did nothing to help him think straight. A weak, “yes,” ended up falling from his lips instead. Stuart had no idea what confirming your question for help would ensue but he in no way thought you’d fall to your knees in front of him.

Stuart’s jaw dropped at his very dreams came true. Your eyes watched his every move as you slapped his hand away and took his cock in your own. It was just how he’d imagined, soft and warm in your grasp. You were so gentle as you lazily stroked up and down his length. A shaky moan spilled from Stuart as his eyes locked with yours. Every nerve ending was set ablaze by your smoldering gaze. There was so much allure there. He’d dreamed of this moment so many times but it was nothing compared to the real thing. The way your eyes seemed to glow, the warmth of your skin on him, the softness of your hands. It was all so...perfect. 

A shiver raced up his spine as your hand twisted as it reached the head of his cock. A small yelp of pleasure escaped him as his body tensed, not used to the new technique that had his toes curling and his orgasm speeding towards its intended goal. “Please,” Stuart gasped, hands gripping the arm rests so tightly his knuckles turned white. Your eyes moved up to his face, keening at the sight of him. Stuart’s face was flushed, eyes squeezed tightly as his lips parted as he panted heavily. It was really a sight to behold and you felt your panties dampen knowing that you were the cause. You were the reason that Stuart was barely holding it together, the reason that he’d come in here to jerk off because he couldn’t hold back any longer.

You wrapped your lips around his member, sinking down until he was tapping the back of your throat. Even then you slipped him in further until his entire length was completely enclosed inside your mouth. Stuart released a long cry of pleasure, hips jerking up to get more of that wet heat around him. His hands flew into your hair, tugging at the soft strands struggling to keep his composure. He couldn’t be too loud or else the two of you would be caught, but as you began to move, sliding up and down his shaft, taking him all the way in until your nose touched the curly hair at the base of his cock, that proved to be a lot more difficult than he’d originally thought. Soft grunts rumbled in Stuart’s chest as you deep throated him. His toes curled as white hot pleasure ignited his his veins. His mind was fogged over with lust as he gave into the carnal pleasure of you and your skilled tongue. It lapped at him, twirled around his head, and slid over the prominent vein trailing the length of his penis. 

You name left his lips like a prayer as he rocketed towards his ending. Stuart squirmed in his seat as the pleasure mounted. He felt the pressure between his legs grow and he knew what was happening. He could feel the pleasure mount and mount and mount until he was throwing his head back, groaning as the damn broke and he spilled into your mouth without warning. His stomach filled with butterflies as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shocked his system, your name coating his lips with each shiver rolling up his spine. Stuart fell from his high slowly, body spamming with the most intense climax he’d ever experienced. He gasped for air as his eyes slid open to watch you pull off his softening cock and look up at him with fire in your eyes. 

You stood, adjusting your skirt and licking the small bit of his cum from the corner of your now reddened lips. Stuart shivered at the sight as you leaned over him, hands on his thighs. “I’ll need those files copied asap Stuart.” Your voice was like silk as you purred in his ear. You straightened up, feeling his eyes watch as you sauntered towards the door. “Oh and Stu,” you peered over your shoulder at him. He was slumped in his chair, eyes half lidded and cheeks flushed. “Hand deliver them to me, I have some more work I need you to do for me,” you winked and stepped out of the copy room like nothing ever happened.

           “Why not?” He grumbles back lazily as he continues to distract me with his mouth on my skin, his fingers tracing the skin below the hem of my skirt, pushing it up slightly with his thumb.

           He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and along my collarbones, sliding his tongue along the valley between my breasts and I shudder slightly.

           “Because,” I say, the word coming out as a slight moan and I take a deep breath, trying to get myself under control, “I don’t want to be your fuck buddy.”

           His lips still, and he pulls away slightly so that he can look me in the eye, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion. “You’re not.” He mumbles.

           “Oh yeah? Then what am I?” I ask him, pinning him with my gaze and he shifts awkwardly, his hand still tracing patterns against my thigh.

           “Well you’re, I mean, you’re my co-worker.” He finishes lamely, not able to maintain eye contact with me as he runs his other hand through his hair nervously.

           I let out a snort of annoyance, “Exactly.” I slip out from where he had me pinned, flipping my hair over my shoulder, not bothering to look back as I walk away from him.

           I groan silently to myself, doing a terrible job at trying to mask my irritation. The more rational part of myself realized it’s unfair to expect more from Stuart, but a bigger part of me is annoyed that he still only looks at me as a co-worker and not something more. Obviously I don’t expect him to be in love with me, but I had thought that the last few weeks had created a slight bond between us; at least it had for me.

           My bad mood continues for the next few hours, and I’m so consumed by it that I barely make conversation with anyone else from the team. I glare at my computer screen, my fingers flying across the keyboard furiously as I try to code a new program.

           “Alright, spill.” Neha finally snaps at me, clearly annoyed with my angry mumbling and glares.

           “It’s nothing.” I tell her, my jaw clenched in irritation.

           “Oh good to know that absolutely nothing has you worked up into such a frenzy. Don’t make me ask Stuart what’s wrong with you, Y/N.” My nostrils flare at the mention of his name and she looks at me in surprise.

           “Ohh, unless Stuart is the reason you’re acting like this.”

           “Like I said, it’s nothing- Stuart is nothing.” I say shortly and she raises an eyebrow at me but I turn away from her, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I snap, getting out of my chair and leaving the room without another word.

           I walk down towards the cafeteria, my heels clacking against the marble floor, echoing in the empty hallway. I’m so focused on my thoughts that I don’t notice myself walking straight into someone else, sending us both crashing down to the ground. I look up from where I’m sprawled across the floor, papers fluttering down around us and I look at the guy I slammed into.

           “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going.” I say quickly, “Needless to say walking while distracted seems to be dangerous.” I add in, my cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

           “Don’t worry about it, love, we all have those days.” He says, flashing me a brilliant smile and my ears perk slightly at the sound of his accent, “I’m Graham.” He adds, reaching a hand out to help me up off of the floor.

           “Y/N,” I say softly, “and again, I’m really sorry.”

           “It’s really not a problem, but if you really want to make it up to me let me take you out to dinner.”

           “And how does taking me to dinner make it up to you?” I ask him with a laugh and he flashes me another heart stopping smile.

           “Getting to take a gorgeous girl out to dinner could make up for anything.” He says, winking at me, and I blush again.

           “Alright then,” I say with a giggle, “Give me your phone.”

           He hands me his phone and I quickly make a contact for my number before giving it back to him.

           “Call me later and we’ll make it a date.” I say, flashing him a smile and he grabs a hold of my hand, bring it up to his mouth to brush a kiss against my knuckles.

           “I’m looking forward to it, Y/N.”

           I finally get my door to unlock, twisting the knob and shoving it open so I can slip into my apartment. I drop my bag to the floor and slump against the door, suddenly exhausted. Despite my encounter with Graham, the rest of today had been absolutely insufferable. I had gone back to our team office in a much better mood, only to have it completely shattered by Stuart and the barrage of insults he threw my way for the next few hours until I finally stormed out of the office and came home.

           I kick my heels off, my feet throbbing slightly and I trail my fingers down the front of my blouse, popping the buttons open until it’s hang around me loosely and I shrug it off of my shoulders letting it fall to the floor carelessly.

           I continue making my way through my apartment, not stopping as I shimmy out of my skirt until all I’m left in are my bra and panties. I walk into the bathroom, leaning over the tub to turn on the water, testing it with my hand to make sure it’s warm enough as I let the tub fill. When it’s almost filled to the brim, I turn the water off, dropping a bath bomb into the steaming water and I strip out of the minimal fabric left on my body.

           I step into the tub, sliding down until I am submerged up to my shoulders and for the first time all day I let out a sigh on content. I slide my hands down my body, hidden beneath the bubbles, along my thighs until my fingers move softly against my core. I lean my head back, closing my eyes as I tease myself by running a finger up and along my slit, my heart speeding up slightly. My thumb brushes against my clit and I bite my lower lip. I continue to move my thumb over my clit, alternating patterns and pressures until I can feel the pit of my stomach beginning to coil tightly. I know I’m close to the edge and I work my fingers against myself faster.

           There’s a loud banging against my front door, a series of constant, loud knocks; and I jump in surprise- my pulse thundering in my ears. I stand up, pulling a towel around me and get out of the tub, a small amount of water sloshing over the side onto the floor and I grumble in irritation at the thought of having to clean it up later. I walk to the front door, my feet leaving small, wet footprints across the wood floors. I wrap my towel tighter around me, my wet hair hanging around my face in tangles, and I finally reach out and open the door.

           “Can I help you?” I ask in irritation, finding myself face to face with a very angry Stuart and the rest of my words die on my lips.

           Stuart grabs my arm, pulling me back into the apartment, and shoving the door closed with a slam behind him.

           “Do you always answer the door practically naked?” He growls at me, glaring at me from behind his glasses and I glare back at him.

           “Only when assholes interrupt the only moment of peace I’ve had all fucking day.” I snap back at him, pulling my arm out of his grasp and I cross my arms in front of my chest, unintentionally make my breasts swell underneath my towel.

           His eyes linger on my cleavage for a moment before his gaze snaps up to meet my eyes, his expression hardening. “Graham Hawtrey, are you fucking kidding me.”

           “I don’t see what it matters to you.”

           “Graham Hawtrey is literally the vilest person on this planet, do you really have such low standards that you’d willingly go out on a date with him.”

           Tears prick at the back of my eyes and I clench my jaw, trying to reign in my temper and failing. “I don’t see why the fuck you care, Twombly. Now get out of my house and the fuck out of my life.” I snap at him.

           He grabs me, pinning me against the closed door, his eyes behind his glasses are dark and the air around us seems to crackle with intensity. I try to wrench myself out of his grasp but his fingers dig into my arms, and I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

           “I told you to get the fuck out of my house.” I snarl at him and he growls at me, and suddenly his lips are on mine- hungry, furious, and desperate all, at once.

           I kiss him back, my mouth moving in sync with his and he grasps at my hair roughly, pulling my head back to expose my neck to him.

           “You make me fucking crazy.” He says in exasperation, his mouth hot and needy against my skin and I moan. “I can’t stand it. Watching you flounce around the office in your button down shirts that always have a few too many buttons undone or the short skirts that show off your legs. Legs that I want wrapped around me in every way imaginable.” He nips at my neck, and I arch into him. “It drives me insane seeing the sway of your hips whenever you make your way over to my desk to tease me about something ridiculous, or the way you lean down across my desk to see what I’m doing. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about bending you down over my desk and teaching you a lesson.”

           His hand grips the top of the towel, pulling it off of me and leaving me completely bare to him. He scans his eyes down my body, leaving a trail of heat creeping throughout my skin that trails after his gaze. He palms my breast, and I moan under his touch.

           “I told you, I’m not here just for you to fuck whenever you want.” I pant, my body betraying my words.

           “You still don’t fucking get it, do you?” He growls, pressing his body tightly against mine and I can feel his erection straining in his pants, hard against my hip.

           I open my mouth to say something sarcastic back to him but he silences me with another hungry kiss and I find myself melting against him.

           “I want all of it. I want the way your eyes crinkle when you think of something funny, the way you stick your tongue out when you’re focusing on something. I want the early morning raspy voice and messy hair, the late night thoughts and midnight adventures. I want all of you.” He says, his hands cupping my face and I look at him in surprise.

           “You never said anything.” I mumble and he rolls his eyes at me.

           “What was I supposed to say, I thought all you wanted was to fuck me to fuel all the scenarios in your twisted little head.”

           “Show me.” I say simply, and now it’s his turn to look at me in surprise, “Show me all the ways you’ve imagined. I can take it.”

           His eyes darken even more with lust and he kisses me roughly, biting down on my lower lip and I let out a slight yelp. He slips his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine before sucked on my tongue and I moan.

           His hand brushes against my heat, and I can feel wetness pooling there as his fingers trace along my slit. Without warning he slams two fingers into me and I whimper, clinging to him in order to stay standing.

           “I think about sliding my hands under your skirt during meetings,” He says in my ear, his breath hot against me and my eyes flutter slightly at the image. “Teasing you in front of everyone, making you have to swallow your moans as you try to maintain composure, all the while knowing that I’m pushing you closer to the edge.” His fingers pump in and out of me, curling up and hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. I’m panting, as I moan and writhe under his hand, grinding down against his fingers.

           He pulls me away from the door, his fingers never leaving my core, as he directs me over to the couch, pushing me down onto it. I look at him from where I’m sprawled across the couch and he licks his lips. He pulls his fingers away from me, trailing them up and down the insides of my thighs and I whimper at the loss of contact. He pulls his glasses off, setting them down carelessly on the table next to the couch.

           “I think about you sitting on the copy machine, hiking your skirt up, and spreading your legs so that I can taste you.” He says, licking up along my slit before flattening his tongue against my clit and my hips jerk up against his face and he presses down on me with his hands to keep me in place. He pulls his mouth away from me slightly, looking up at me from between my legs and a ripple of lust tears through me. “I imagine you wrapping your legs around my head as I bury my mouth in your pussy.” He adds, sucking hard on my clit and my back arches off of the couch.

           “Stuart,” I moan, his tongue flicking over my clit and I can feel my orgasm approaching quickly. I wrap my legs around his head as he buries his tongue inside of me and I grind against his mouth. He slides his fingers back inside of me, pumping them in and out of me in pace with his tongue until I am a moan, writhing, mess beneath him. I grasp at the couch cushions as I pant, quickly coming undone as my climax surges over me. I fall over the edge, pleasure crashing over me as I moan his name.

           He pulls his mouth away from me, leaving me lying there- shaking as the aftershocks of pleasure continue to roll through me. I look up at him, my eyes hooded with lust, and his expression mirrors mine. I stand up, my legs still shaking slight, and grab him by the collar of his button down. I pull him to me, his lips finding mine and I tug at his lower lip with my teeth, making him moan in response. My hand slides down his chest, his muscles tensing beneath my touch, and I grab his hand in mine, pulling him after me.

           He follows behind me wordlessly, and I can feel the heat of his stare on my naked body as I lead him to my bedroom. I grasp the front of his shirt again, pulling at it until the fabric gives and a few buttons go flying into shadowy, obscure corners.

His lips are on my neck again, “This was my favorite shirt.” He grumbles against me and I press my chest against his.

“I’ll make it up to you.” I whisper seductively to him, pushing him down onto the bed. I make quick work of getting the rest of his clothes off of him, his erection springs up against his stomach, and I settle myself between his legs.

“Y/N,” He starts to say, but without warning I lick up along the underneath of his length and he shudders against me. I swirl my tongue around his tip, swiping my tongue across his tip and catching the pre-cum that’s already begun forming there. I take his head into my mouth, sucking hard, and he moans as he bucks his hips against me.

I continue working my mouth against him, alternating between licking and sucking, loving the groans and grunts that he’s making. His hand creeps towards me, reaching for my core and I slap his hand away.

“No touching,” I say, his cock still in my mouth, muffling my words and he groans.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” He grunts and I smirk at him as I slide him out of my mouth with a pop.

“I can do all sorts of things my mother wouldn’t approve of.” I say innocently, looking up at him through my lashes before sliding his length completely back into my mouth and he moans my name.

His cock twitches in my throat as I continue to bob my head along his length. “I’m coming,” He pants, and I continue to slide him in and out of my throat until he’s filling the back of my throat with a warm, salty liquid. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, and he looks at me lustfully.

He flips me over, so that now I’m the one lying back on the bed as he hovers over me. “I’m going to make you scream my name.” He says, his voice coming out in a low growl as he takes my right nipple in his mouth as he massages the other with his large hand. I arch my back, pressing my chest out even more, as he teases my hardened peaks with his hand and mouth.

Suddenly, he slams into me, and I scream out as a mixture of pain and pleasure crashes over me. He pulls out and thrusts into me again, holding onto the headboard for leverage as he hitches my leg high on his waist so that he can thrust deeply into me.

“Stuart,” I moan, my breath hitching in my throat as he continues to hit my g-spot over and over again until my legs are shaking and I’m quivering beneath him. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, raking my nails down his back as I throw my head against the pillows. He stares down at me, his eyes never leaving my face, like he’s trying to memorize every expression. Sweat beads on his forehead as he continues his punishing pace, and I lean up slightly to trail kisses down his neck, sucking on a particularly sensitive spot and he moans loudly. He rolls us over, so that I’m now on top of him, and I roll my hips against him as he latches his mouth onto my tits.

I ride him, alternating between grinding and bouncing on him, as he continues to leave various hickeys along my breasts. I clench around him and he groans loudly, falling back against the bed.

“Fuck, baby girl, just like that.”

I clench around him again, my hand making its way to my clit. He watches me, his breathing coming out in loud pants as I work my fingers against my clit, just inches away from where we’re joined.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” I ask him seductively, his hands gripping into my hips roughly. “You like seeing me play with myself while I bounce on your hard cock, like to see my tits bouncing, I bet you love knowing that you’re the one making me moan in pleasure.”

He surges up, switching our positions again and I find myself trapped under him, as he wraps one of my legs over his shoulder. He snaps his hips, slamming into me and I moan loudly at the new angle.

“I’m going to completely wreck you.” He snarls, his pace unrelenting and I whimper and moan as I arch up to meet his thrusts. “Do it, Y/N, say my name.”

“Stuart,” I whisper, my voice shaking slightly as I feel the familiar heat coiling in my stomach.

“Louder.”

I moan again, my hand snaking into his hair and grabbing a fistful as I pull on it tightly.

“I said louder.” He snarls, his thumb pressing down on my clit roughly and just like that something inside of me snaps.

His name is a scream on my lips as my climax surges through me and I shake beneath him. I clench around him, and his thrusts become sloppier as he finds his release and he comes with a grunt.

He drops down to the bed, his arms no longer able to support him, and he quickly wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him tightly.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say my neighbors know your name.” I grumble in annoyance and he grins at me lazily.

           The others look very confused, and my stomach does an anxious flip. I can tell by the way they’re looking at me that this isn’t going to be an easy transition. I mentally smack myself for thinking it would be, they had worked their assess off to win the competition during their internship to get this job, and it had very clearly formed a bond between them all.

           “Mr. Chetty,” A man with blonde hair starts to say but Mr. Chetty ignores him.

           “I do hope you realize this could have turned out very differently.” Mr. Chetty says as he turns to me, piercing me with a stern look, and walking out the door. I turn away from the now closed door, looking at the people in front of me.

           “I guess I should introduce myself, I’m Y/N.”

           “I’m Nick,” The blonde says, “And that’s Billy, Lyle, Neha, Yo-Yo, and Stuart.” My eyes settle on the boy who has completely ignored me up until this point and Stuart finally looks up from his phone. His eyes scan up along my body, pausing on the hem of my skirt, before making their way to my face and his gaze catches my stare.

           “So what did they hire you for,” He says, his voice hardening in annoyance, “For your brains or your legs?”

           I narrow my eyes at him, and he smirks at me. The others shift uncomfortably and I glare at him furiously. “Why don’t you tell me, Stuart? Is Stanford nice in the fall? Also how are your brothers, Stiles and Thomas? Is it weird to be away from them so long?” I ask him and he looks at me in shock.

           “I- what. How the hell did you know any of that?”

           “I know a lot of things, like how you got suspended for three days when they found out your and Stiles switch spots so he could take your chemistry test for you. Tsk tsk, Stuart, such a naughty boy.”

           “You’re the hacker.” Lyle says in awe, looking at me in appreciation.

           “The one and only.” I say with a slight curtsey, and I regard them playfully. “It’s okay, your secrets are safe with me.” I add with a wink and they all laugh, all of them except Stuart who is glaring at me as if he was hoping he could slice me into pieces with just his eyes.

           “So you blackmailed your way here, those files are confidential.” He snaps at me and my gaze hardens again. I make my way over to him, his eyes following me the entire time. The others have lost interest in me, and turn back to resume their previous conversation.

           I press my hands against the back of Stuart’s chair, and he tenses slightly. I lean towards him, my breath hot against his ear, “What would the Sheriff say about your terrible manners, should I ask him?”

           Stuart let’s out a low growl and I giggle, “Calm down babe, you don’t have to be scared of me.” I straighten up and walk away from him, my hips swaying slightly, and I can feel his eyes burning into me from behind.

           This goes on for weeks, the others warm up to me eventually, but not Stuart- never Stuart. It never ends, the constant stream of insults, sarcastic comments, and arguments.

           “You can’t just sleep your way through the programming, princess.” He says, glaring at me from over the top of his phone.

           “Yeah and it’s too bad you can’t take some of the dick out of your personality and make your cock bigger.” I snap back at him and Neha puts her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle and Stuart glares at me furiously.

           “Whatever.” He gets up out of the chair and storms out of the room and Neha giggles again.

           “Girl, you guys need to just fuck and get over it.”    

           “I’m sorry what did you just say?” I ask her in surprise and she rolls her eyes at me.

           “Oh come on, the sexual tension between you two is absolutely suffocating. But I mean Stuart is always hopped up on sexual tension, why do you think he’s always looking at on his phone.”

           “Are you trying to tell me that Stuart is watching porn all the time?”

           “Not porn, smut, he reads some chick on tumblr; smutandahalf or something like that.” I let out a snort of laughter, and she rolls her eyes at me. “Shut up, Y/N. Her stuff isn’t bad, maybe you should check it out sometime.” She dangles my phone in front of me and now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

           “Yeah sure, whatever.”

           I spend the next hour reading the various posts on the blog, and I snicker to myself, feeling only a slight bit of surprise at the idea of Stuart secretly being into the kinky things. I slip my phone into my pocket, running my fingers through my hair as a plan forms in my mind.

           I see him sitting at a table and make my way over to him. “Copy room, 5 minutes.” I murmur in his ear, before walking away from him, not bothering to look back and see if he has responded at all.

           I slip into the copy room, easing the door closed behind me, and hop up onto the copy machine. I cross one of my legs over the other, the hem of my skirt riding up slightly as the door creaks open.

           “What do you want?” He asks, the door closing behind him and he eyes the exposed skin of my thigh.

           “You know, I just read the most interesting author.” I say nonchalantly, holding my phone out for him to see. His eyes scan along the screen, but he doesn’t say anything so I decide to bait him a little bit more. “So which one is your favorite?”

           He stares at me, his eyes growing dark behind his glasses. “You know what I’d love to know,” He growls, taking a few steps towards me until he and I are barely a few inches apart from each other, “If why the fuck you are so hell bent on getting under my skin.”

           “Maybe I like being under your skin,” I whisper, as his hand slides up my thigh, slowly, teasingly.

           His eyes dart down to my lips, his gaze lingering for a second before making eye contact with me again; his tongue snaking out to lick his lips.

           “If you want to, then just do it.” I say softly, his thumb now rubbing small circles against the inside of my thighs. Without another moment his lips are on mine, hungry and demanding. I slide my tongue along his lower lip, and he moans against my mouth. I snake my hand up, pulling his beanie off of him and dropping it to the ground so that I can run my fingers through his hair.

           I slip my tongue into his mouth, our tongues battling against each other as he tangles his other hand in my hair, gripping tightly, and this time I’m the one letting out a breathless moan. His lips trail down the side of my neck as his hand travels up my thigh, his fingers ghosting against the thin material covering my core and I shiver slightly.

           “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of this.” He says, sucking on a sensitive spot on my neck and his fingers trace against my panties, and strike of heat surges through me, making my face flush.

           I tilt my head back, allowing him more access, and he continues to work his mouth down along my neck to my collar bone, quickly undoing the buttons of my shirt until it’s just hanging down loosely around me. His hand leaves my hair, bringing it down to palm my breast and I moan his name. He let’s out a deep growl, reverberating with approval as he slides my panties to the side and slips a finger inside of me.

           “You’re so wet for me,” He groans, pumping his finger in and out of me and I moan again, leaning back against my hands. His thumb presses against my clit as he slides another finger into me and my hips buck up involuntarily. He continues working his fingers against me, pushing me closer to the edge, and I can feel the nerves in the pit of my stomach begin to tighten. Without any warning, he pulls his hand away, slipping his fingers into my mouth and groaning slightly as he watching me swirl my tongue around his fingers.

           I pull his fingers out of my mouth with a pop, and look at him, “No more games, Stuart.”

           I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards me. My hands snake between us, popping the button of his khakis and sliding the zipper down. I slip my hand into his boxers, pumping his length in my hand.

           I continue sliding my hand along his length as he tugs down the front of my bra, finally exposing my tits completely before taking a hardened peak into his mouth. I moan, tightening my hand against his cock and he groans.

           “Stuart,” His name comes out in a breathless moan, “I need you, now.”

           His hands dig into my hips, and he pulls me towards him roughly until my ass is just barely still on the edge of the copy machine. He tears my panties off of me, his pants pulled down slightly, and he presses his tip against my entrance. He teases me, sliding his cock up and down my slit before finally pushing into me slowly.

           He continues at a slow pace, hitching my leg up his on this hip to give him better access.

           “Stuart,” I growl, quickly growing irritated at his slow pace, desperate for more friction.

           “Tell me what you need, princess.” He says cockily, his mouth return to my breasts and I whimper in need.

           “I need you to fuck me.” I murmur, so desperate for him it feels like every nerve in my body is on fire. “Fuck me, Stuart, please.”

           He smirks at me, before slamming back into me, his new pace fast and hard and I moan as he continues to hit that spot deep inside of me. I grip at his shoulders, my fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

           “You’re so tight,” He groans, and I clench around him, “oh fuck baby, just like that.” He moans and I clench around him again. One of his hands is gripping the small of my back, keeping me in place, and the other moves down to my clit. I roll my hips against him as his thumb moves over my clit, tracing patters and I can feel the heat rising in my core again. His thrusts are beginning to get sloppier, and I can tell that he’s close.

           “Come on baby,” He murmurs against my skin,  “Come for me.” He flicks his thumb over my clit again and I throw my head back. My mouth is open, pulled into a silent scream and his name is caught in my throat as my climax crashes over me. He continues to thrust, helping me to ride out my orgasm and I can feel him twitch inside of me until his release finally washes over him to and he comes with a grunt. We stay there in silence, panting, as we try to catch out breath.

           We make eye contact, and I open my mouth to say something and he interrupts me by capturing my lips with his. His mouth moves against mine, tugging on my lower lip with his teeth and I wrap my arms around his neck. He finally pulls away from me, breathing heavily.

           “You’re not the only one who can hack into things,” He says, his voice coming out in a low rasp, “So tell me Y/N, am I going to be your next story?” I flush slightly and he laughs, “What kind of username is smutandahalf anyways.”