you may call me "queen"

(Oral, Strong worship kink, Inappropriate workplace relations, HR nightmare, no power imbalance, its a wet dream I had last night with better dialogue

Ok. So I had this super hot dream where I’d been hired as a secretary for some fancy accounting department in a big company. My floor was full of stereotypical 90s desk jockeys: loud ties, louder opinions, and absolutely no interest in me beyond barking instructions or making inappropriate jokes they thought I couldn’t hear, like:

“Bet she’s just here looking for a husband.”

“She’s cute but probably dumb as a brick.”

“I know a gold digger when I see one.”

Annoying, but the job was easy; all I have to do is take calls, get coffee, make copies, and set up meeting rooms. Boring, but it paid well. 

Fridays were different, though. Fridays they sent me downstairs to the legal department with mountains of documents they’d let pile up all week. I didn’t mind; legal was full of older gentlemen who treated me like an actual human being. They held doors open, thanked me for coffee, told me stories about their wives, and asked me for gift advice. No crude jokes. No snickering.

And then there was him. The youngest of the legal team, though still older than me, quiet, soft-spoken, a gentle presence hidden away in his office, always working hard, always listening. I noticed the way he’d straighten up when I walked by, like he’d been caught staring, eyes warm, even if he tried to hide it.

One morning, as I passed his door, he murmured a “G—good morning.” 

I paused. “Morning. Busy day?”

He blinked, as if surprised I’d actually answered. “Ah… yes. But it’s better now.” 

I started stopping by his office longer and longer each time. Tiny conversations turned into deep conversations as he slowly opened up: sweet, caring, and nerdy in the most endearing way, ever the poetic soul, he had the most beautiful way with words and quickly gained my affection. 

He struggled with self‑esteem. I found him genuinely handsome, with soft features, a strong build, well-groomed, always smelling like warm cologne layered over his natural musk. Yes, he was chubby, but it suited him, made him look soft and safe. I found myself constantly fantasizing about being with him in ways that would give the sweet old ladies in HR a collective meltdown. The boys upstairs teased him sometimes. He kept his composure; it was clear to see the irritation flicker in his eyes.

So-

One day, my supervisor dropped a stack of papers on my desk. “Need you to put these in Excel”

I stared at it and realized I have no idea how to use Excel

I called IT. No answer. I tried again. Nothing.

I could already picture my asshole gloating:

“Nothing in that pretty head.” “Told you she’s clueless.”

OVER MY DEAD BODY. I grabbed the papers and rushed downstairs to legal, hoping they could help, but they were all out to lunch. Early lunch, of course. I'll admit, at this point dream me was panicking and trying not to angry cry.

Then his office door opened, and he stepped out. “Are you alright?”

“No. I can’t figure out this Excel thing, and IT won’t answer”

He set his lunch aside immediately. “Come here. I usually eat in my office anyway.” He didn’t say why, but I knew. 

“Ok, what did they ask you to do.”

I handed him the papers; he read them and began explaining the steps. His voice was so calming and warm it lit a fire in between my legs. I had to press them closed just to focus on the instructions. I almost forgot how stressed out I was. When I finally got it, relief hit me so hard my eyes watered.

“Hey… why are you crying?”

“Oh no, it's an angry cry,” I gambled out. “It's just that they just keep treating me like some dumb, attention-hungry bimbo. Like, they don't have to like me; I honestly don't care, but, ugh, they are so RUDE!”

“Don’t let them get to your intelligence is parallel to your beauty. They’re just resentful someone like you would never give them the time of day.”

I looked up at him, heart drowning in his praise. “You’re right. I wouldn’t choose them.” I took a small step closer. “I’d choose someone soft‑spoken, kind, maybe a little shy,”

“Someone like...” leaning in till our faces are just inches apart, causing him to blush.

“You.”

He just stared at me with wide eyes. “I—I’m not… I'm so much older than you, and I’m—well—” He gestured awkwardly at himself. “I’m not exactly—”

I interrupted his self-deprecating spiral by pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

He lifted his hands halfway, as if he wanted to touch me but didn’t dare.

“Wha—why would you do that?”

“Oh? Am I such a bad kisser?”

His cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. “What?! N—no NONONO that's not, you—you were amazing I just—”

I shut him up with another kiss, this one much more passionate as I moan into his lips. He kisses back, a bit out of practice but not inexperienced, his tongue gently asking for permission, mine mirroring his as they tangle in a wet embrace. 

When I pull back, a lewd string of our saliva keeps us connected. “Mmmh, you are soooo cute.”

He sits there in a daze as I kneel in front of him, kissing up his clothed inner thigh. 

“Wh—wait, I—” He lets out a deep groan as I press my lips onto his clothed cock.  “I can’t do this to you, you—oh my god—you deserve better than this.”

“Oh? So now you know what's best for me?” I let out a teasing laugh, rubbing my cheek up against his hardening erection.

“N—no, it's just that...this isn’t quite how I pictured it would go. I wanted to…”

I stop sitting up straight to peer up at him.

He sighs, placing a warm hand on my cheek. “I wanted to ask you out properly… the way a gentleman should. To tell you how extraordinary you are, to shower you in praises, to tell you just how much I—”

I place my hand over his. “Please,” I urge him, tracing little hearts into the back of his hand. “Say it.”

"I wanted to show you how highly I hold you in my thoughts. To tell you how much I love you… and I wish to be by your side for as long as you’ll have me."

I turn my face, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Ohhh, you really do have a way with words. If you only knew how much of my heart is already yours. The way you talk to me… the way you praise me… it makes my heart flutter and drives me wild. But please… let me adore you too. Let me give some of that love back. I want to.”

His breath catches, and I hold his hand a little tighter.

“Please,” I turn my head as I beg “Let me worship you.”

Next thing I know, I'm undoing his belt, pulling down his pants and underwear, and staring in awe at the sight before me. And what a sight, a well-kept happy trail leads to a healthy average length, overshadowed by an impressive girth. I could already imagine him stretching after a nice romantic date in the park. I have to remain focused; today is about him, so I gave his pre-cum-covered head kisses and kitten licks before taking it in to my mouth, finally drawing out a delicious moan from him.

The mixture of his taste, scent, and moans was really testing the limits of my restraint, the urge of swallowing him whole making itself unignorable. I slowly worked him in with each bob of my head, softly massaging his aching balls with one hand and anchoring the other onto his waist. When I finally take him all the way, I pull my head all the way out and swirl my tongue around his head, up and down his length before putting him back in.

After the first repetition, the fact I'm blowing the cute dork from accounting sets in. I gaze back up to his face only to be met with the divine sight. Hair slightly messy, mouth agape trying to draw in breath, eyes glazed over with pleasure, half-lidded and focused on my every move with the same devotion his words held “I've dreamt about this for so long.” The sweet remarks and genuine enjoyment I'm getting from having him so deep in my mouth cause me to moan onto his sex. with each lowering of my head. That extra vibration draws out a barrage of lustful praises and moans from him: “I must have died and gone to heaven; I have a goddess lovingly worshiping my cock.” “You are beauty made flesh,” “My nymph of passion,” “My life. My soul”

“I love you. I love you so, so much, I—” and with that, he lets out one strong moan and comes undone, shooting his warmth into the back of my throat. I keep him there until I'm certain his trolling member is spent. “I—I—I—I'm so sorry, my love. I would have pulled out; I just— I got carried away. I—I must have somewhere for you to spit it out”

"Spit what out?" I ask him teasingly

He stares back at me with a flustered amazement.  “You minx.” 

And then

MY FUCKING ALARM went off!