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ena-writes-stuff · 8 months ago

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— unscheduled break.

˒ ⌕ with his work consuming more of his time, the special evenings you once shared become rare. feeling the strain of this separation, you decide to visit him during a livestream.

— warnings: smut, female reader, use of his real name

— words count: 2.3k

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He had warned you an hour ago that he was going to start a stream on his secret Twitch channel. It was a well-established routine: every now and then, he would lock himself in his office to dedicate a few hours to livestreaming, attending meetings, or even catching up on emails. During these periods, you chose to stay in his room, using the time to work or study something that needed to be resolved.

Despite the routine often feeling solitary, there was a valuable compensation: when evening arrived, after dinner, you knew you would get to enjoy moments together. It was a special time reserved just for the two of you, a moment you eagerly anticipated. It was during these hours that you could snuggle in his arms, feel his warmth and scent, and be enveloped in a comforting embrace. Sleeping next to him, feeling his scent mix with yours, made everything sweeter and more meaningful. These little things, these shared moments, were what made the wait and loneliness of the day more bearable and gave purpose to the time spent apart.

But, since last week, things had changed drastically. The frequency of your time together had decreased significantly. He was increasingly busy with work, and this extra load was causing a misalignment in your schedules. There were days when you would wake up early in the morning and find his office still lit, with him immersed in his work. It seemed that instead of starting his day by your side, he was beginning earlier and ending later. Other times, you would be woken up in the middle of the night when he tried to get into bed in the dark, after you had spent hours waiting for him and eventually falling asleep.

He had promised to make up for the lost time, to find a way to get things back to normal, but that promise seemed distant and increasingly unlikely. The special moments that used to mark the end of the day, the cuddles at night, now felt like a distant echo of a time that was no longer a reality. The longing for those hours together grew each day, and the time that once seemed so well-balanced between work and personal life was now heavily tilted towards work and stress. The yearning increased, and you had the chance to have a few minutes with him at that moment, if you could manage to stay quiet enough. The desire to be by his side, even for a brief moment, was intense, and your heart pounded with anticipation for the reunion.

So you decided to do something that had long remained just a timid, almost impossible thought at the back of your mind. Entering his workspace, even for a fleeting moment, was a risk you were willing to take. The room was silent except for the constant sound of the keyboard and Alexis' own loud voice. As you opened the door, you made sure the creak was as discreet as possible. The door itself made a low noise, a sharp sound that seemed to fill the space for a moment, but not enough to penetrate the ambient noise and reach the microphone picking up your beloved's voice.

“Hey, babe,” his voice softly echoed as he finally turned to face you. Despite the visible exhaustion on his face, he seemed determined to keep up with his work marathon. The idea of playing Fortnite for two hours as part of the job seemed surreal, but it was the reality of the moment. “I’m still live, and I think after this, I have a meeting with—”

The conversation was taking a direction you were familiar with. Your eyes wandered between your boyfriend’s face, the muted microphone, and his two computer screens. On one of them, the Fortnite game continued; his character was standing still, a clear indication that he had stopped focusing on the game to pay attention to you. The screens' glow reflected off the glass screen, mixing with the fatigue in his eyes.

“I miss you,” you said, your voice heavy with the sincerity of your feelings.

He blinked, as if the simple recognition of your desire for connection had awakened a new level of awareness in him. “I miss you so much too, my dear,” he replied with a tired smile. “Just a little longer, and the stream will end. After that, we can meet and talk more.”

“No,” you cut off the idea, with a slightly whiny tone, not wanting to think about when that would actually happen, allowing yourself the luxury of ignoring any other complaints or excuses he might make. “Here. Now.”

The words came out softly, almost a whisper, as you moved closer, your body gently leaning toward him. Your lips sought his with a touch of delicacy, as if they were made of the same ethereal material as dreams. The kiss started soft and exploratory, the taste of his sweet kiss filling your tongue, as you indulged in a subtle game of intimacy.

Alexis, in turn, responded with an instinctive caress on your waist, his hands sliding slowly in an affectionate gesture. He wasted no time giving in to the kiss he had been longing for, his emotions spilling into a deep and genuine kiss. Each touch, each movement, seemed like an unspoken promise, a reaffirmation of the desire that had grown between you. The moment extended, the connection between you both strengthening with each passing second, while the world around seemed to disappear, reduced to a sequence of soft sighs.

“It’s better if we stop; I think chat is already missing me…” Despite the frustration of losing contact and pleasure, you merely nodded, acknowledging that he was right and that it was the best course of action. The tingling sensation you felt as you dragged the back of his hand across your cheek brought immediate relief, as if a painter was spreading colors on a blank canvas. He really knew you, inside and out. “But I’m really tempted to just…” he whispered, not needing to finish the sentence for you to understand what he was thinking.

He wore a black pair of shorts that contrasted his tanned skin, and on top, he had a tank top, both of which screamed 'comfort' when you looked at him. His dark hair was tied in a ponytail, a move that must have been a daily routine. With a mix of curiosity and boldness, you gently brushed my fingers against the sudden bulge that had formed between his thighs. The intimate contact was undeniable, and after so long of abstinence, he was putty in your hands.

Your palms slightly tingled with the power it gave you; as a studious and outspoken individual, this kind of control was intoxicating, if not a bit unexpected.

“My love, can you please help me out?”

As Alexis’ voice zapped through your system, your legs betrayed you, buckling underneath your weight. Like a marionette pulled by strings, you tumbled to the floor in front of his office chair. A fiery wave of desire blossomed within you, an urgency to kneel and serve him, to satisfy his every whim. His hands trembled as he fumbled with the keys of his keyboard, his voice quivering as he tried to string together an excuse for the delay. He knew he was failing, couldn't hide the truth: you being to obey, to give in to his demands, all while he broadcasted to his viewers who were oblivious to the situation. The lack of webcam, a small mercy, spared them the spectacle.

Your heart raced, nerves and hunger warring within you. Sweat dampened your skin, the clinging tendrils of your hair a reminder of your flustered state. The thought of pleasing him, of serving him, sent a shiver down your spine as you lowered his pants, the underwear he was wearing followed suit, revealing his erect manhood that seemed to be craving for your touch. With your heart racing, you stood there for a moment, taking in the sight before you, your gaze lingering on the pulsating flesh that begged for attention.

Lovely.

Your mouth moved to his throbbing member, lips wrapping around it as your tongue teased the sensitive tip. You swallowed greedily, desperate to take him in, before pulling back to tease. Your hand joined in, skillfully caressing his length in a rhythmic dance. You were eager and satisfied, ready to serve.

As your eyes watered, you tried to keep your focus, swallowing hard as you felt the thick cock invade the recesses of your throat. The sudden force caught you off guard, but you couldn't show it. Your gaze flicked to Alexis’ face, a silent reminder of where you were, a girl with her mouth full, sucking off your boyfriend that tried his best to focus on the game and not to moan in pleasure. Your hands worked diligently, gripping his shaft tightly. You caressed him fervently, your fingers playing teasingly with his heavy, aching balls. With each stroke, you reminded yourself why you were doing this — for him. Your tongue danced eagerly along his length, willing to give him everything he craved.

You fixated on his every reaction and micro expression, drinking in the visuals he provided. Your attention was abruptly pulled away when he let out a dangerously loud whimper. Your hands flew to his mouth, shushing him. "You're being too loud, baby," You whispered, your lips curling into a soft, amused smile. You watched as he hurriedly muted the microphone, the shuddering moan that escaped him only further fueling your excitement when you saw he unmuted again. "Hush, love. Quiet, remember?" You reminded him, keeping your voice low.

You watched as Alexis nodded, the rocking motion coming to him with ease. You could sense the rising pleasure within him, and though he strained to suppress it, soft whimpers and gasps of air still managed to escape. Your hand found its way to his thigh, gently squeezing and whispering, "Shhh, shh, baby. I know it feels good, baby."

It became increasingly clear that the intense pleasure his body was experiencing was taking a toll on his performance. Sure enough, he lost another match in the game, slamming his hand against the table in what could have been frustration from losing, or an attempt to alleviate the mounting arousal. The tension in the room was almost palpable.

"FUCK!" Alexis screamed, gripping a fistful of your hair and forcefully pushing his erection against your face. In a split second, he decided on a plan — pretending to be so enraged the he’d cut the live stream. He reached for his computer, shutting down the stream as his cock invaded your mouth once again. Now it was just the two of you and that was the perfect moment that you would be able to worship him.

He fixed his gaze in your eyes, being able to see the way you stared at him. The look of his own perdition. He sighed heavily, moving his hip while the low moans escaped. For a moment, he tilted his head back, just feeling the pleasurable sensations that ran through his body when he had your tongue sliding so well through his cock.

You really knew how to drive him crazy with your touches and if for some moment he thought he didn’t, he had been too foolish. His cock went in and out of your mouth easily, he was already in ecstasy, fucking on cloud nine.

There was a sheer ecstasy that washed over his face. His body trembled, a testament to the intense delight that consumed him. Drunk with lust, he succumbed, the intensity of his orgasm palpable between you. He allowed himself to spill any drop of sperm into your throat, letting the overwhelming sensation take over him.

Your gaze drifted to Alexis, who had collapsed into his chair, his body slick with perspiration. His heavy breaths echoed in the silence of his office. He wiped the back of his hand across his brow, leaving a smear of moisture in its wake. You couldn't help but notice the flushed hue that spread across his features, a testament to the pleasure he'd just experienced.

Observing him in this vulnerable state brought a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that he, the studious and outspoken one, was now rendered weak.

He finally looked down, his eyes expressing a mix of concern and regret as he observed the uncomfortable situation you were in. "Shit, I'm sorry, my love…" he murmured, his voice laden with remorse, as he carefully lowered himself to hold your hands. With a gentle and protective gesture, he began helping you to rise, offering support and trying to alleviate the discomfort you had been enduring for the past few minutes. "Come here, sit on my lap," he said with a voice that conveyed tenderness and a genuine desire to make you feel better. He adjusted his position to ensure that you were comfortable and secure, his gaze fixed on you with a care that seemed to say more than words could express.

And that’s how you both finally managed to enjoy the lost time. You were comfortably seated on Alexis's lap, feeling the softness of his touches and the sincerity of his affection. Each tender kiss on your shoulder and each sweet word whispered in your ear seemed to fill the space between you with a renewed and profound intimacy.

As you settled into Alexis’ embrace, a new perspective began to emerge.

Maybe interrupting him at work from time to time wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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ena-writes-stuff · 6 months ago

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— a fine line.

˒ ⌕ you end up being enchanted by your boss' son in a law firm. between deadlines and tensions, an invitation changes everything.

— warnings: female reader, use of his real name

— words count: 1.0k

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It was honestly so glaringly obvious. The glances he shot your way whenever something absurd unfolded in that office were unmistakable, electric. Each time you caught his eye, your heart raced a little faster, a thrilling reminder that at that very moment, he was watching you too. There were those moments when he would casually approach your desk, a warm smile lighting up his face, asking if you needed anything. Each interaction sent a jolt through you — a silent, shared understanding that felt like a secret just between the two of you. It was so painfully obvious.

When you stepped into the law firm as an intern, you braced yourself to be utilized in every conceivable way by the busy lawyers. From sprinting to the courthouses on behalf of your boss to collect case updates, to battling tight deadlines that pushed you into sleepless nights, struggling to meet the absurd expectations placed upon you. And then there was the ritual of brewing coffee — an incessant demand from your boss for it to be fresh, as if the flavor of each sip held the key to his productivity. But what you truly hadn’t anticipated was the way your boss’ youngest son would occasionally drift into the office, like a restless spirit, occupying space with no clear purpose.

You knew his name. Alexis. It was a name that rolled off your tongue in your mind, prompting you to silently move your lips, as if whispering it was a secret act of intimacy. The tip of your tongue would rest behind your upper teeth as you formed the syllables, relishing the satisfying hiss of the "X," a small indulgence amidst the daily chaos of office life.

“Have you filed the appeal for the current case?” The question sliced through your reverie like a sharp knife, as if the devil himself had heard your thoughts and decided to materialize before you. There he stood, relaxed yet imposing, one arm casually resting on the desk. The air around you seemed to constrict, and the scent of his cologne, a rich, woody aroma, invaded your senses, unmistakably expensive. Expensive enough to rival a month’s wages from your underpaid internship. And there he was, enveloped in that fragrance on an ordinary Tuesday, as if he had nothing to lose.

For a fleeting moment, you hesitated, time stretching infinitely as your gaze wandered to the gold cross necklace he wore. It gleamed under the harsh office lights, visible only because the first button of his dress shirt was undone. The sight made him even more alluring, and you found your thoughts drifting to how that small detail could easily become a distraction in the midst of your mounting responsibilities.

Finally, you blinked, as if awakening from a dream, and reality rushed back in. “Was the deadline today?” your voice emerged, a bit louder than intended, betraying your sudden anxiety. Alexis nodded, his eyes locked onto yours, seemingly assessing not just your response, but the very essence of who you were.

A sigh escaped you, echoing in the stillness of the office, as your gaze fell to your palms, almost as if expecting an answer to materialize there. It felt like a crushing defeat to forget such vital details about a case — your work, not merely an internship. And that encompassed everything from brewing coffee to enduring overcrowded buses during rush hour to reach the courthouse, all without earning a single cent. The weight of failure settled in, a heavy burden pressing down on your shoulders.

“I can take care of it if you haven’t already,” he offered, rolling up his sleeves as he shifted his stance. Now, with his arms crossed, he kept his gaze firmly on you.

Your instinct was to deny him. How could he possibly offer help? A storm of doubts swirled in your mind: did he truly know how to draft that document? More importantly, you questioned whether he had any skills beyond being handsome, drifting around his father’s law firm, and flaunting expensive cologne. You hesitated, a tumultuous mix of pride and uncertainty swirling within you.

“You know I have a law degree, right?” he added, as if he could read your thoughts. Your mouth opened to respond, nearly affirming that, of course, you knew, it was such basic information, like the color of the sky. But your reaction drew a laugh from him, a light, infectious sound that filled the space between you. “No worries, I know I don’t look like someone who went to college.”

You couldn’t help it; laughter bubbled up, spontaneous and unguarded, and you instinctively covered your mouth, as if trying to hide your amusement and the enjoyment it brought.

“We can grab lunch together so you can tell me about the case,” he suggested almost immediately, biting his lower lip with a hint of nervousness. His eyes closed for a brief moment, as if mentally scolding himself for making such a sudden invitation. A soft blush crept onto his cheeks, and he ran a hand through his hair, fingers brushing through the strands in a distracted manner, as if trying to sort through his own thoughts.

The offer hung in the air, leaving you torn between surprise and intrigue. It was a chance not only to discuss work but to delve deeper into who he was — the person who always seemed so distant and unreachable. The way he proposed lunch, tinged with a touch of shyness, starkly contrasted the confident facade he usually projected in the office.

For a moment, the world around you faded, and you pondered the possibility of sharing a meal with him. The thought of sitting side by side, away from the cluttered desks piled high with papers and the pressure of work, felt incredibly enticing. You could finally glimpse what lay beneath his facade of beauty and charm, and perhaps he could provide a fresh perspective on the case that was consuming your thoughts.

“I would love to,” you replied, feeling a thrilling mix of excitement and nervousness flood through you.

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