I Write For Underappreciated Hot Men

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No one knew.

Maybe it was better that way? Maybe it made it that much more fun?

Whatever rationale you landed on for that day, you knew one thing for certain—it was kismet.

At work, you can’t help but to be charmed by the way he carries himself. His voice reverberating around your mind whenever he’s in the studio. It’s smooth and calming, lulling you into a trance. You can’t help but feel he emulates his character just a bit—

Dominant.

You found yourself amused by the irony. Because at work, with his oversized button ups and those glasses that frame his face just right, he exudes confidence. Never in a million years would your coworkers, some of the most creative minds in the industry, be able to imagine the scenarios that take place outside of the recording studio. When he sheds himself of whatever persona he’s playing for the day and gets to just be Doug.

They’d never know about the sloppy, fervent make out sessions in the car before you make it to his apartment.

They’d never see the way he hurriedly rushes you into his bedroom because,

“Oh God Y/N, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day”

They’d never imagine the way he looks up at you from the edge of the bed with pleading eyes, begging to eat you out.

“Please Y/N, wanna taste you so badly. I’ll be so good for you, please”

His voice breaking in a way that was almost pathetic.

They’d never be able to feel the way his tongue glides so effortlessly through your wet folds as you pull his hair, earning a whimper against your core that sends goosebumps across your body. The way he looks up at you through his now foggy glasses, eyes half hooded, as he begs for your approval.

“Mmm fuck, Doug, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good”

They’d never know what it felt like to have him dip his fingers inside you, curling up to graze that one spot inside you that makes you cry out. Your own screams rivaling his.

Or the way his other hand reaches into his pants to stroke his painfully hard cock.

They’d never be able to guess the way you begrudgingly push him off your aching core, his gaze meeting yours, desperate, like a lost puppy ready to follow anywhere you lead.

“You wanna be inside me Doug? Wanna fill me up?” you’d ask, gently pushing him back on the bed as you straddle his lap.

He couldn’t even formulate a proper response, mouth ajar, chest rising and falling as he quickly nods.

You giggle at how beautifully broken you had him. You’d managed to shut him up, by all accounts an impressive feat.

“Come on Doug you gotta tell me baby” you’d tease.

“Please fuck me Y/N” he’d say, barley above a whisper as he looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation.

“Since you asked so nicely” you hummed as you sunk yourself down on his length. Despite the fact you two had been seeing each other for months now, it never failed to take some adjustment every time he buried himself inside you.

He let out a groan as he felt your walls clench around him, finally working up the courage to open his eyes as he felt you begin to move yourself on his cock.

“Oh fuckkkk Doug feels so good honey” you whined, moving your hips faster. Looking down at him, you had to refrain from giggling. It looked like he was having an out of body experience that was about to kill him. If you asked him though, he’d tell you he was more than happy to go out this way.

They would never see the way you threw you head back, moaning out his name like a prayer as you continued fucking yourself on him. His hands gripping your hips like you would disintegrate if he let go. His eyes now wondering to watch your breasts bounce up and down after every roll of your hips.

“Mmm gonna cum” he’d whine out after trying so hard to hold it together. He couldn’t help it.

After a couple more thrusts, he felt yours walls clench around him as you cried out his name one last time. That was enough to send him over the edge, a high pitched moan escaping his mouth as he painted your insides.

Slowly you moved yourself off of him, collapsing beside him as he pulls you into his embrace.

“Hey Doug“ you mused, sleepy as your post orgasmic bliss sets in.

“Yeah?” he questioned.

“You think they’ve figured us out yet?” you laugh.

“Oh 100%” he says deadpan, a shit-eating grin slowly emerging on his face.

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Tripping over your heels that were almost too big for your feet, why on earth you had to wear these was beyond you but Doug liked them and that's what he asked of you. The very least you could do is listen.

You never went against his orders, he was usually a very cool headed and genuine guy with a smile that lit up the studio. You were fascinated by him but never went further than what was required. This was a professional environment after all.

Today was a regular recording day, you didn't know the entire in and outs of the schedule aside from what you were told to grab for him. He'd ask for a coffee, a light lunch or just to rehearse with you. Not minding these requests, it paid well and honestly, you loved being around Doug. He was a gentleman, confident and carried himself in a way that you never seen before.

As for yourself, you were quiet. Awkward to say the least but he brought that out of you rather quickly. Both of you goofed off a lot even if you got in trouble, he enjoyed your company and you loved his.

Taking speed to the door, you just caught the coffee cup that nearly fell out of your grasp. Setting it on a side table then dusting yourself off and making sure you looked, well, appealing.

A small knock on the door caught Doug's attention, he was sat reading his lines in the quiet room. Getting up and turning the doorknob to open the door, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

"Y/N, lovely to see you." He smirked, bowed down, raising his arm out and lead you into the room. It was dimly lit, and comfortably cool. He was behind you, watching you as you walked to the coffee table to set down his requested morning juju.

Bent over - you took your time. Acting as if you were looking for something, popping a hip out and lifting a leg up. There's not a doubt in the world he was watching, even if it was from his peripheral. He cleared his throat, put his papers down and waltzed over to your side.

"Find what you're looking for?"

Turning and lifting your head up, he was closer than ever. Sitting up straight, he stood over you. Looming tall but not threateningly. You knew you were safe with him.

"Uh, yes Mr. Lawrence." You swiped a random pen and stood away, words slipped out of your mouth so hazardly. Ridiculously nervous but for what? This was just a usual day with your boss but something in the air around you both felt heavy. There was an ambience of longing and pondering. Hesitation, beating hearts and throbbing groins.

Doug took one step more, as you stood there like a marble statue. Scared to move an inch, he put his hand on your shoulder. His grip was soft, his fingers slender and the veins on his arms were worthy of your womanhood melting. The studio lights hit your eyes in a way that made the colour salient, as he sat there silently analyzing your beauty.

"Is this okay?" He asked softly, loosening his grip in case you had given him the wrong signal but you immediately nodded and moved closer into his vicinity. He then took his hand and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you against his chest. He smelled of a slight aquatic musk, not heavy yet enough to linger in your nostrils until the day you die. This was such a dream, there's not a chance a second of this was real.

His touch got lower and reminded you that this was very much, real. Grazing his hand on your backside, he took a handful of your ass and you chirped. He snickered and called you cute as he continued kneading your soft plump skin. The two of you were close enough together for you to feel his heightened length pressed against your stomach.

Everything escalated so fast, neither of you thought twice if the door was locked. Neither of you cared at this point. Doug guided you back against the edge of the desk, your back pressed on the glass. He felt you up, your legs shook ever so slightly and your face was flushed with red.

Being the confident son of a bitch he was, he didn't hesitate to unbotton your blouse and throw it on the floor - your chest was bare and he cupped his hands over your delicate breasts. The sensitivity of your nipples made every inch of your body react, you softly whimpered as he inched in and kissed you deeply. A soft nibble to your bottom lip had you in shambles.

"May I?" Knowing what he was insinuating, you kept quiet as a mouse and let him work his magic. Kneeling down, ascending between your legs, the only clothing you had on at this point were your knee high stockings and high heels.

Pressing his index finger on your clit, he motioned it in a small circle and watched you from below as you fell apart at his advances. Eyes shut tight, you felt as he slipped in one, two, three - fingers into your entrance; the wet noises from your vagina echoed around the room, that alone excited him extensively.

Grunting, writhing. You were undoubtedly a mess, but this was a fantasy you've had ever since you first laid eyes on the man. Now it's come to fruition.

You opened your eyes slowly, your mind went elsewhere, too fogged up with the bewitching feeling; you missed the sight that took before you. Looking down and seeing he already had his pants and boxers down to the knees, the sound of his belt buckle clanking together once he shifted closer to you and his fingers dug in deeper. Slipping them out and cupping his mouth over your pussy, his tongue lapping on your sensitive nub.

You could tell he was the type of man that took his woman's pleasure seriously, not letting a moment with you to be without it. His cock was throbbing, jumping up at the sight of your tight cunt. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have you, fully.

Doug got up from his position to align himself between you, the two of you making deep eye contact. There was a hint of sensuality with deep admiration from both of you, this wouldn't be a one time thing.

"Ready, my dear?" He set his glasses down next to you, his eyes were now hooded and the blue was enchanting in such a warmly lit room; he could trap you in his irises if given the chance.

"Yes, Mr. Lawrence. I always have been." Giggling and smiling as he leaned in, the tip of his cock begging for your pussy. He gave you a kitten kiss on the nose before pushing in and the two of you gasped at the feeling. Euphoria suffused your nerves, he went steady and didn't rush; allowing you to take in all of his length.

Rarely are they ever wrong about a skinny man not having a big package and Mr. Lawrence was no exception.

Rocking back and forth, you both held on tight in each other's grasp. It felt so loving, so intimate. The heat and heaving of breath fogged up the glass you were being fucked against, his moaning was so husky and arousing, he groaned your name quietly in your ears. Sucking at your neck and holding the back of your head by the hair and allowing your locks to interwine with his fingers.

"You feel amazing.. I need more. Please."

Doug hit your cervix deeper, making you squeak with every thrust. His demeanor was tender, as his length felt more hard and wound up by his nearing orgasm. Whining on his mouth, you begged him to release himself inside of you.

Without a second thought, he turned his focus to doing what you asked. The pace becoming sloppy, both of your slick mixed once he divulged his cum in your tightened cunt. Holding onto him more, your fingers dug into his back. Out of breath, coming down from a high and detached from his reality but never forgetting who he was connected to physically in such a deep way. Pulling out, grinding his half hard dick against your folds as his cum dripped and streamed out of your hole.

"You're a lovely assistant Y/N, but now it's time for you to be served."

Cleaning himself up and putting his clothes back on, he commanded you stay put as he went back down on you, going back and forth from eating you out to fingering. He was surprisingly strong for someone so small, Doug picked you up and turned you over. Gliding his warm hand onto your round rump, giving it a smack and a good squeeze. This all happened so fast, you barely had time to take it all in until he kept you bent and spread you apart to push his face against you once again. It wasn't long until his eagerness in his thrilling cunnilingus skills made your cervix unloosen.

Toe curling ecstasy, he unclasped himself from you and turned you around to kiss you deeply once again. He was such a passionate lover, you knew you were entirely in love with him by now. Doug cleaned you up, helped you get dressed and sat you down on the couch that sat by the wall. Stroking your face with his thumb, he adored looking at you and knowing he gave you such gratification that it made you unimaginably attached. That was his goal.

"Thank you for the coffee." Was the only thing that came out of his mouth before the two of you slowly dozed off together in another's embrace.

You wouldn't change being Doug Lawrence's assistant for the world, this moment wouldn't end as a lone rendevouz but as a blossoming tie.

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