summary: Y/N isn't giving Perrie attention while playing her game, but she has her ways to get her girlfriends attention. Pleasuring her while forcing her to play at the same time.
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I had her with me, by me, but just her presence wasn't enough for me. Hands dragged over her relaxed shoulders as my eyes traced her body, but her eyes weren't on me and neither was her focus. I kissed along her neck, going under her baggy shirt to kiss her collar bone and slipped my hands under her shirt on her bare waist. She sighed, but the reaction I was hoping for didn't happen. In front of her was her monitor showing her video game, she had her legs up on the chair and had her controller in her hands just in between both her thighs.
"Y/n," I twined, dragging the last letters of her name and kissing her more, to let her know exactly what I wanted.
"Let me finish my game," she said, eyes still concentrated on the characters on her screen, "I'll do another round if you keep being impatient."
I rolled my eyes, but knew she was kidding just by the smile that appeared on her face while she tried not to laugh at her own lame joke.
"How long will that take?"
"Depends if I win," Y/n replied quickly, her hands now gripping onto the controller, louder shooting sounds now coming from the speakers.
My hands let go of her and I stood there to think, letting my eyes stop at her legs, her manspread, my mind trailing off to past memories that stick in the front of my brain like glue. Memories that make me weak in the knees just by the quick thought. I look out the small window to my right, she usually had the view covered up with her blinds, but on evenings like this, she sat and stared outside, at the heavy rain that poured over London. I was almost ready to resign, until an idea popped into my mind.
"You better concentrate then," I say, pulling her chair out slightly making my way in front of her, slowly getting on my knees, "If you can."
Y/E/C eyes finally focused on me, even when I was out the way of the monitor, "Perrie I-"
Her sweatpants were already off her legs by the time she spoke again, voice now shaky and cheeks flushed, "I won't be able to."
I didn't reply, instead stared greedily at her panties. She lifted her legs down, still holding the same manspread, a perfect position for my to rip her panties down her leg. Tossing them to the other side of the office, I gripped her inner thighs almost immediately. Y/n's legs were almost trembling already, and her pussy began to pulsate from a single touch on her clit.
As I expected, I had the perfect view of her. Her facial expressions - biting of the lip, the controller that she now had to lift slightly higher in the air and her glossy pussy that I had seen over a hundred times, but still remained a treat to the eye. Y/n took a hand off of her controller, using it to grip onto the back of my blonde hair and pull my face closer. She became quickly desperate, however I still took my time to tease her, my thumb circling her clit and my two fingers teasing her entrance, remembering how much it throws her over the edge.
Above me I could see her other arm drop, the controller falling to her side. I took my hand away from her, as well as my face, "keep playing."
Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down, and her teeth gritted behind her plump, parted lips, but she obeyed, taking her hand off my hair and using two hands to hold the controller. It took her a second for her to use her joy-stick and she was fine, focused on the screen, even when my thumb pressed back on her clit again. This time I fully inserted my middle and index, making her flinch, but soon relax, her eyes flicking from me to her game every so often.
I picked up my pace, curling up my fingers deep into her, making her squirm and her moans become more present and louder each time I go a little deeper. The controller dropped to her side again as she gripped onto her forehead, just as I was about to add pace to her clit. I let go again, causing her to whine my name.
"Focus on the monitor, what happened to winning huh?," seductively, I say, using my acrylics to trail up her thighs.
She did as I obeyed again, and almost reached her climax until she dropped the controller to the side again and I was tempted to let her have this one, but the evil in me decided to punish her a bit, and the horniness in me needed to hear her cry my name a little more.
Soon enough Y/n was in the bottom two in her game, she begged me to let her stop playing - a whimper slipping from her lips each time she tried to talk. Again, she began reaching her high again as I started to finger her deeply and suck on her clit. The movements on her controller were limited, she wasn't fully with it, however she kept the controller tightly in her grip.
"Perrie fuck," she moaned, head thrown back, legs trembling beside me as she came over my fingers.
She wasn't focused on the game, and I knew she'd probably be upset for getting second place, but at this moment in time, her head was in the clouds, and there was little to nothing on her mind. I held her hips down while I licked out the cum a couple of moments after her orgasm, thighs squeezing around my face each time my tongue traveled over her sensitive clit. My girlfriend mumbled a couple of things, but it was impossible to work out what she said. I sat back, admiring her once again as she came to her senses.
I could tell by the silence from the computer that her character had died one way or another, the only sounds that lingered in the room was Y/n heavy breath. When she looked down at me she smiled weakly with a bite in her lip.
"Let's try it again, but stay focused this time baby."
