Warning(s): Mutual Pinning, Perverted Wriothesley, Detailed writing, Volume warning, fingering, spit as lube, biting, hickeys, answering a call, etc... (Let me know if I missed any)
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To be honest. Wriothesley doesn't even know if you did it on purpose or on accident.
In the office, his desk was put near the photocopier. It was kind of nice because the coffee machine was right next to it along with the mini fridge. Basically it was the only counter with all the stuff that it could sit on. The thing is, you had been talking with him about a meeting that had gone well, and how you think you might even get another promotion soon. Meaning you'd be working in his department.
After the chat, you walked to the copy machine in hopes of duplicating some papers for your workmates. However, the machine hadn't even been plugged in. Or it could have been busted, again. It always annoyed you at how often it broke especially when you used it the most.
"What's wrong? Is the photocopier broken again?" You mumbled to yourself. Leaning over the back you shifted your weight to look behind it. "There must be a restart button back here somewhere." Your tongue stuck out the side of your mouth while your eyebrows knit in focus, trying to feel for the button. "Ouch, my arms stuck!" You grumbled, pulling it back out of the wiring.
While things were normal on your end from Wriotheysleys perspective not so much. He could see the way your ass pressed through as your dress pants squeezed it. The tight fit and stretch made it even worse as it shaped your ass into an even rounder look. He had to swallow and look away but god damn if he wasn't tempted.
It was hours later in the day when everyone was packing up. Wriothesley would be happy to do so as well had his boss not dumped an entire load of paperwork that had come in last minute on him. At least he wasn't alone. Having finished your work an hour earlier you were hanging around and a witness to this, deciding to stay behind with him.
However now Wriothesley didn't want you around. Not because he hated you but because ever since you had removed your tie and unbuttoned the first button of your collar shirt he's been unable to tear his eyes away from your exposed collarbone.
"Are you even listening to me?" You pouted, which finally caught his attention.
"S-Sorry, what did you say?"
"I said we're all finished. I was able to do a few papers that only require check box approval and not your signature." You smiled back at him...can he just eat you now? Without even thinking, Wriothesley leaned towards you, watching as your face twisted into confusion.
Within minutes he was practically devouring what his eyes had been drawn to all this time. Having sat you on his desk, papers carelessly shoved to the side as Wriothesley bit down on your collar bone. In a way, he was kinda glad you didn't put up a fight. Or even at all. It was pretty obvious that the two of you had a thing for one another in the office.
"I swear if there are seeable marks tomorrow." You groaned as you felt his teeth sink into your skin lightly before his mouth sucked and bruised your skin. To be honest, he hadn't thought about that, but now it was a little late anyway.
His mind kept wandering to how you were bent over the printer, eyes drawing over to the powered machine every time he thought about it. Removing his mouth Wriothesley flipped you over pulling your work shirt the rest of the way off before tossing it onto his rolling chair. He felt the impatient itch to recreate what he had seen earlier, except with a few added things.
After having removed your work pants he ran a finger over your rim. It took him a moment but then he realized, you were surprisingly loose. He could practically feel the toothy smirk spreading across his face as the realization hit him, fingers licked over before being thrusted.
"Someone's been playing with themselves ~" He coos, watching as your face turns noticeably red.
"Shut up!" You brought your arms up to bury your head in them which he allowed out of pity of finding your secret.
"If it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one." Raising your head you looked at him with wide eyes. Only to bury it back in your arms when feeling his fingers thrust and scissor your ass. "Don't worry, m'gonna get you nice and ready for my dick." Leaning in he couldn't resist licking the shell of your ear as he felt you tighten around his fingers from the sudden action.
He could feel the strain in his pants as he wanted your tight rim to squeeze around his fingers. How your walls gripped them and practically sucked them in whenever he pulled them out. He was aching to sink his dick into you. As if you heard his plea, you spoke out.
"Quit. This is embarrassing, just put it in already." Pushing your ass back against his hand he eagerly followed your request, fishing his dick from his pants before rubbing it over your hole.
To say you were both loud was an understatement. The sound was echoing off the walls of the office building which came off even louder in the enclosed corner of the office that Wrothesleys desk was set in. Your legs quivered and your back arched up off the desk with every thrust of his dick into your ass. Moans fly from your mouth like a breath of air.
"Yeah? You like that?' He groaned, thrusting in harder into that one spot that made your breath hitch and your toes curl.
"Yes, mmngh!" Your legs subconsciously wrapped themselves around him, unable to allow him to pull out. Your ass squeezed him, wanting him to stay inside you forever. However, the familiar feeling of your orgasms crept up on you sooner than you expected, exploding like fire worse as you felt him fill you.
Wrothesley watched as his cum dripped from out your hole, past his dick and only the desk. Heaving deeply he leaned down to kiss your lips, biting your bottom lip softly before jolting at the sound of his phone ringing. Looking over at you he picked up the phone, clearing his throat before answering.
"Hello?"
"Ahh, Wriothesley." It was his boss. "(Y/N) didn't answer the few calls I made to them so I assumed they were still working with you. Seems so. I assume they're not around at the moment." Looking directly down at you, Wriothesley came up with something on the spot.
"Correct, they're currently grabbing something for us to eat from the break room."
"Ahh, good to hear. Well just let them know to head to my office tomorrow morning. I want to discuss the promotion into your work field supervision and all that. Anyways that's all I hope the two of you have a good night."
"You as well sir, have a good night." Placing the phone down Wriothesley smirked at you, "I guess we'll be seeing each other a lot more from now on."
