OBJECT SHOW ONESHOTS (HORNY MOSTLY) SLOW UPDATES

Paper x OJ (SMUT)

I forgor who requested this but uhhhh yeah
they're objects wooo

Third person:

Paper sat at his desk, working as the assistant for OJ. He was reading the complaints that guests had left.

Paper sighed in boredom, the only good part of doing this was to help OJ, his best friend and crush.

OJ was scribbling away on a piece of paper, doing paperwork for new hotel rooms to be built. Paper glanced over at him and smiled softly.

"You're a hard worker, you know?" Paper said.

"Well, it is my job." OJ replied. "I have to be good at it."

OJ looked up from the document, meeting eyes with paper. Paper stood up, and walked over to OJ's desk.

"I mean, don't you deserve a break? How about I get you something to eat?" Paper offered.

"Well...there is one thing I'd like." OJ said, an embarrassed tone creeping into his voice.

Paper smiled, knowing he'd be able to satisfy his boss- and best friend. "Sure! Anything."

OJ put down his pencil and stood up and took a step towards paper, his hands brushing against paper's sharp sides, almost getting a paper cut.

He then leaned in, and softly pressed his lips against his, and paper almost flinched. It was all so sudden. And before paper could get a chance to kiss back, OJ pulled back.

"I..uhm..." OJ said, taking a few steps to get back from paper. He suddenly then tripped on the carpet, falling back in his chair.

Paper looked down at him, his hands turning into fists and paper let out a huff. He then walked forward and carefully sat down on OJ's lap.

"paper.." OJ breathed, his hands feeling the soft wrinkles of paper's paper.

"I've waited for this." Paper confessed, "please..can we?" Paper asked. OJ nodded quickly, "yes, yes please." Paper smirked, leaning in to kiss OJ, his hands on the rim of OJ's glass cup figure.

OJ quickly kissed back eagerly, his hands trailing down and softly rubbing paper's crotch. Paper gulped softly, as he felt OJ's cold fingers teasing him.

"Don't tease, please." Paper pleaded. OJ smiled and took paper's dick in hand. He softly rubbed the tip, waiting patiently. That's when Paper became hard, his dick being around 5 and a half inches.

OJ softly gave it a squeeze, and firmly stroked up and down. Paper gave out approving grunts and pants. OJ smirked at seeing paper like this.

"Such a pretty boy. For who?" OJ asked, going a bit firmer. "Y-you-" paper gasped out- "only you, oh god.."

OJ patted paper's hand, "that's right." Paper felt a knot forming in his lower stomach, and he gripped harder onto OJ's rim to the point small scratches were seen being formed onto the glass.

"I-I can't- I can't breathe-" paper panted, his face flushing and his knees buckling. "Shh, you're almost there." OJ reassured, stroking a bit faster. That's when paper finally came.

Paper had a habit of making messes. He came all over OJ's hand, a massive splurt of thick, hot liquid. OJ looked at paper, who was catching his breathe.

"Oh, look at this mess. As your boss, I demand you clean it up." OJ snickered. Paper looked OJ in the eyes as he bent over and licked OJ's hand clean, sucking on each cum-stained finger.

OJ hummed in entertainment as he watched (and felt) paper do this. After a few minutes later, paper stretched his arms out.

"Dang, I'm all tuckered out.." he complained, cracking his knuckles. "Do you wanna rest?" OJ asked paper, softly rubbing his hands up and down paper.

"I mean, I wouldn't want to stop the fun.." paper said as he looked at his lap. "You wouldn't be ruining it. You're just tired." OJ spoke in a softer tone.

"I guess we can stop, as long as it doesn't bother you." Paper returned his eyes to OJ, blushing. "Not one bit." OJ shook his head as he suddenly picked up paper bridal style.

Paper was a bit confused at first, but quickly wrapped his fingers around the rim of OJ's glass rim. He stared up at the ceiling as OJ carried him to his room. It was similar to the hotel rooms, just slightly bigger.

OJ opened the door and stepped inside, carefully laying paper down on his bed. OJ closed the door behind him and laid beside paper, pulling him in by the waist and softly nuzzling his face into paper's thin frame.

Paper couldn't help but give a soft sigh and smile. Paper's leg hooked around OJ's glass side. "I'm so tired.." paper whined. "Go to sleep then silly." OJ giggled into paper's paper.

"Okay, okay." Paper yawned, closing his eyes. He squeezed OJ one last time before he felt his consciousness slip away.

hey guys! It's me, temp! I know I haven't updated a lot, but it's been a lot with school starting again. I'll be trying a lot more to be able to post more, and write more. I'm sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than most, but hopefully next chapter will be a bit more longer. -temp