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click, click, click, click
click, click, click, click
Was all you heard from his end—well—that, and a few profanities here and there.
You were a bit sleepy, not sure if from the pure boredom you were forced to endure, or the various empty candy wrappers that laid on the floor; maybe it could even be from the soothing, LED lights that stained the room a shivery dark purple. But what you were sure of, is that you have had enough.
You laid on your stomach, feet dangling in the air while scrolling through Instagram, quickly double-tapping the pictures that showed up on your home page.
"Jean! Jean, to your left. Yes, YES! Let's fucking goooo!"
You roll your eyes at the obnoxious screaming coming from the boy behind you.
You were mad. This was the third time he had invited you to his house, only to ditch you for his 'boys'. Why invite you, if all you're gonna do is lay on his bed while scrolling through apps? You can do that from the comfort of your home.
You've had enough.
"Eren," you say, turning to look at him.
He pulled his headset back to uncover one of his ears. "Yeah, babe. What's up?" Eyes fixated on the screen in front of him.
"Can you come here?"
"Baby," he sighs, "I'm in the middle of a match. I'll hang with you later." He covers his exposed ear with his headphone.
You scoff, straighten your body and stare at his black headboard again. When you go to pick up your phone — you get an idea.
You whip your head back to look at him.
Eren leaned forward, one hand on his keyboard, and the other on his mouse. He clicked on both the mouse and a few letters of the keyboard quickly. He was sitting on a black and dark blue gaming chair, and though it was big, his thighs still peeked from the sides; you could see them bouncing up and down. He had his game playing on two monitors, and by the looks of it, his team is doing well — too well, actually.
You let the idea sit in your head for a while.
"Fuck it," you say under your breath.
You stand and walk to his chair while looking around his gaming set. When you were standing directly behind him, you traced your fingers across his plush chest.
"I'm busy," he muttered, eyes never leaving the flashing screens in front of you.
You shake your head with a breathy laugh and look at his desk.
Ironically, you've always hated it. It's one of those tables whose sides are uncovered, left to expose everything that lies in between his feet and the wall. You despised how messy it looked. Every tangled cable that was plugged into the wall was left out in the open.
Every negative feeling or thought you've had of it is a bit funny now because what was one of your biggest pet peeves, may come in handy.
You slide your hands off of him and get on your hands and knees. You quietly crawl under his desk and he was so focused on his game, he didn't notice it.
You sit on your calves and lean forward until your hands meet with his knees. He looked down at you for a second and looked back up.
When he realized what was happening, he looked back at you, eyes so wide, they looked like they were about to pop out of his skull.
"What are you doing?" he said.
You ignore him and push his chair to create a bigger gap between him and the table. You sit against your calves and rest your hands on his thigh.
"Focus on your game, kay?" you look up at him and wait for his response.
He kept looking at you as if you'd disappear if he let you out of his sight for even a second. You were right in front of him, about to do what he's fantasized about for so long, but he still couldn't believe his eyes.
Though this is something he's thought about late at night with his hand tightly wrapped around his dick, he'd never ask you to do this. He settled on this staying as fantasy. Nothing more.
So, when you sat this pretty, kneeled on the hardwood floor, giving him the perfect view of your thighs, and breasts, and begging for him with your eyes — he was left breathless. One of his biggest sexual fantasies coming to life, and all he had to do was say...
"Okay," he breathed and looked at the screen in front of him again. His hands, shaky when he resumed his movements on the keyboard.
You try to hide the sly smile that sits on your face. You're a little too excited for this — it being something you'd think about sometimes, but not for the reasons he thinks.
You rub your hands up and down the fabric that shields his hot skin from yours.
With the quick bouncing of his legs, you continue rubbing up and down his thighs, teasing him for the lack of attention he has given you.
"If you're gonna do it, just do it." He kept his gaze on the screen in front of him, knowing that one look at you like this, and he might lose it.
You look up at him, mouth ajar. "Fine," you huff.
You tap on his thigh twice and grab on the band of his sweats, he lifts himself off the chair and falls back down after you dragged them down his midthigh.
When you went to take his boxers off, you found yourself pressing your thighs together. He was still semi-hard, or it looked that way from the fabric pushing it down, but it was still prominent. A little wet splotch of precum on the outline of his tip had you swallowing back a moan.
You quickly shake those thoughts away and lower his boxers to free him.
You, again, realize you had underestimated how hard this would be for you. What you had in mind was to tease him until he cried for forgiveness but you don't know if you'll last that long. He was so attractive. Can you really be mad at him?
yes.
You lift yourself off your calves and lean forward until his flushed tip was directly under your mouth. You spit on him, making sure the drool hit him slowly and not all at once.
When it made contact with his skin, his gaze fell on you, you knew. He always looked when he felt you.
You look up and lick the beads of precum off, never breaking eye contact. His breath hitched and he continued looking down at you.
You wrap your mouth around his tip and hold his girthy dick with your hand. A groan bubbled up in his throat, desperate to be let out; but he can see it in your eyes that that's exactly what you want, and he isn't going to give it to you so easily.
"Eren! What the fuck are you doing?!"
His head snaps up to his monitors and he sees he was killed in the game. Eren panics and looks down at you, silently asking you, what should he do?
You shrug and flash him a soft smile, making sure your eyelashes flutter when you look up at him innocently.
He leans forward and presses on the space bar of his keyboard. "Sorry, Jean. I got a little distracted." When he looks down at you, you quickly place his dick in your warm mouth again.
His stomach turns with excitement and fear, but he forces himself to keep you at the back of his mind for now.
"Bro, keep your head in the game!" You hear a muffled voice yell.
You don't know if it's Connie or Jean but you take him off of your mouth with a breathy laugh. "Yeah, Eren. Focus on your game. I'll focus on mine," you say, a hint of amusement in your voice.
His heart tightened in his chest.
Should he tell you to stop? Should he risk getting heard by his friends for his pleasure? Were the questions that swirled his mind for the few seconds that felt like an eternity. He didn't know if the feeling of needles pricking in his fingertips was from fear or the thrill of getting caught.
"Well?" you say, slightly tilting your head.
"Fuck it," he huffed as he grabbed a fist full of your hair to yank you back into him.
You lost your balance and fell hard against him, your face, met with his dick again, oozing precum from the tip. You place the palms of your hands on his knees and push yourself back, you then grab him again and lazily pump him in your hands. Looking up at him to see the frustrated expression that sat on his face.
It didn't take long for the quick tapping of his keyboard and mouse to re-start; which let you know that he had grown accustomed to the pumping pace on his dick.
You decide to take it a step further and place him in your mouth again, this time, actually sucking him off. You sucked on his crimson head while maintaining a steady pace with your hand; rubbing up and down his shaft with the rhythm of your mouth. Your other hand was placed on his thigh, nails buried in his hot skin.
You look up at him through hollow cheeks and noticed his arms would twitch every time his tip accidentally dipped into your throat.
You take a deep breath through your nose and go as deep as you can, gagging as you try to not wince away like your throat begs you to. Your nose and throat stung with something as big as him being buried so deeply in you.
But his reaction was worth it.
Eren was caught so off guard that his whole body twitched forward while he deeply moaned. And with the sudden movement, Eren accidentally clicked on the mouse key his finger hovered above; which, unfortunately, made the gun his player had, shoot and blow his cover.
"Eren, WHAT THE FUCK!!" screamed Jean from the other side of the call, having his hiding spot ruined since he hid with Eren.
You gag him out of your mouth, leaving a trail of drool behind. You rub your slick with your tightly shut fist, up and down. "Should i-"
"Shh, baby."
Eren, completely unfazed by the screaming match his friends were having on the other side of the call, reaches for the back of your head and pulls you in again, stuffing your mouth full of him.
"Keep going. Please, keep going," he said in a voice so whiny, you would have made fun of him if your mouth wasn't filled.
You inhale through your nose again and dip your head down until you gag, which made him tighten the grip he had on your hair.
He subtly pushed your head down, not to hurt you, but because he couldn't stop himself from doing so.
Once you couldn't reach any deeper, you tapped on his thigh to make him stop burying himself so deeply in you. He removed his hand from your hair and placed it on the mouse again and resumed his game once the arguing stopped.
You stay stuffed full of Eren for a while. He was so deep in, your nose almost met with his pubic hair. You stay completely still like that for a minute or two, to prepare your throat to get used to him.
You resume your movements after you get impatient.
You slide him out of you and take him back in the farthest you could. You bop your head up and down while keeping your eyes tightly shut and focusing on your breathing.
"Fuck—just like that, baby, doing so well," he groaned.
The rattle of his low voice in your eardrums did nothing but worsen the ache on your cunt. You were so turned on, so wet, so frustrated from being untouched and from giving in to pleasuring him so easily.
What happened to 'making him cry'?
Fuck that.
You sneak a hand past the band of your pants and moan around him when you drew quick circles around your clit, finally releasing that built tension.
The sounds of gagging in the air were so filthy, so splotchy, but they turned both you and him on so much. You continue rubbing fast circles on your puffy bud; your drenched cunt, only making the rubbing feel better.
Eren's things bounced up and down fast, and sporadically, as he tried to focus on his game but he couldn't, he was close and you both knew.
He tried to focus on the arguing on the other side of the line, but he couldn't. Jean and Connie kept telling him to do one thing, but he'd do the other. It was impossible to keep up with the way your throat tightened around him every time you gagged, the warm and slick drool that damped his inner thighs from how much there was.
You pick up your pace basically face fucking yourself on him, making it easier for him to see his finish, especially with the vibrations you aided him with when you moaned; getting closer to your release yourself.
Eren's body involuntary twitched forward. He supported his body by instinctively placing one of his hands on your head and his other arm on his desk—on top of his keyboard to be more specific. When he did that, he accidentally pressed on a bunch of keys which had Jean and Connie yelling at him again, but they quickly stopped when they heard something else come from his side of the call.
One of the keys Eren had pushed was his space bar. His 'push to talk' key.
"Fuck, don't stop, you're so good—fuck," Eren groaned, paying no attention to the game and focusing on only you and his high.
You moan around him as a reassurance that you aren't stopping. You circle your clit faster, and faster until the coil that had been building up in your belly, snapped.
With a bolt of pleasure erupting from your cunt, your thighs twitched, and you moaned impossibly louder around him. Nails from your unoccupied hand, stabbing his fiery thighs.
The vibration of your moans, plus, his hand pushing you up and down on him at the pace he desired, had Eren approaching his high not long after. His lower abs were tensing up, his thighs jolted and his grip on your hair would've left bruises if it was your skin.
"Fuck, fuck, baby. I'm cumming—let me cum on your face, please, please," he whined with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut.
You release him with a pop and push yourself away from him.
When he felt the cold atmosphere hit his dick, he snapped his eyes open and faced you.
You close your eyes, with a silly, fucked out smile and wait for his release to fall on you.
Eren quickly got up and removed his arm from his keyboard, replacing it with his hand for support as he leaned towards you while he aggressively pumped himself.
"Stick your tongue out, wanna paint that pretty mouth of yours," Eren pants.
You do as you're told and through a raspy laugh, stick it out.
"Ah—fuck."
Eren's fast movements came to a halt when he saw the sticky substance shoot out and fall on your face, some of it fell on your mouth which left a satisfied smile on his face.
After lazily pumping himself, riding out his high, he took your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them together.
"Swallow."
You close your mouth and let the thick, salty liquid travel down your aching throat while looking up at him.
"Let me see." He squeezed on your cheeks harder. You open it and stick your tongue out again.
He smiled. "Good girl."
You were stuck in the moment, looking up at him whilst he ran his thumb on your bottom lip. Both of you lazily smiling at each other for a moment until...
"Do it again, I wasn't recording."
"Shut the fuck up, Connie."
"What? You wanna hear more of this shit, Jean?"
Your eyes widen and you quickly stand up. Eren mirrored your expression and looked down at his keyboard where his hand laid.
He removed his hand as if it burned him to touch it for even a second longer. "Shit, I'm so sorry."
A small smirk found its way to your face, as you leaned forward and pressed on the space bar of his keyboard.
"You can watch next time if you want, Jean. And you don't have to pretend you're not hard, Connie." You strained out your body and walked to where Eren stood dumbfounded
"Ignore me like that again and I'll ask them to join."