Janiel Oneshots (Discontinued...Again)

106. Addicted (SMUT)

Author's Note: this is unlike any other smut I've ever written, it's so...........I don't even know how to describe it. Enjoy...

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(Daniel's POV)

Joey is driving me insane. He knows just what he does to me, I bet he's smirking right now behind his phone, proud of the messages he's sending. I'm trying to keep my composure in my meeting, attempting to keep my...you know...down. As I'm messaging him back, my boss calls my name "Mr. Preda? Do you have a presentation ready for us today?" Looking around at my coworkers, I clear my throat awkwardly "yes Mr. Smith."

Lucky for me, I did my presentation without a distraction in my slacks. When I returned to my seat, my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I look at my phone. Joey was sending me videos, whiny messages, and very very naughty photos. "Daniel? Are you okay?" My friend taps my arm until I look up to him "y-yeah...I-I'm just gonna step out for a moment."

Slipping into my office, I lock the door behind me and close all the blinds. Taking my phone out of my pocket, an involuntary moan slips out as the screen illuminates, showing multiple videos from Joey. The thumbnails themselves nearly push me over the edge. What Joey was doing to himself was making my head fuzzy and lower half harder and harder. I sit at my desk, zipping down my slacks and pulling out my raging hard-on.

'Look what you're doing to me, baby boy. Making me hard during a meeting? Very naughty of you. You better stop before I come home or you'll get punished tonight.'

It's so difficult for me to not rub one off right here right now as I watch Joey's videos. But I know my friend is going to knock at any moment, asking what brought me out of the meeting. Pausing Joey's video, I put in an AirPod and bite my lip as it resumes. Just the sounds alone make me want to just...

"Daniel? Are you okay?" My eyes pop open and I stash my phone in the drawer, quickly adjusting myself and getting redressed. Opening the door, I greet my friend "h-hey O-Oscar. I-I'm fine, never b-better actually." He raises an eyebrow "are you sure? Your eyes are glossy." I stretch out my arms, faking a yawn "yeah. Just a bit tired. I might call it a day and go home soon." Oscar nods "have you heard from Joey? Was he the reason you left?" My mouth goes dry "n-no. I just was feeling good. He's fine."

Oscar finally leaves, not without shooting an unconvinced gaze my way. I lock the door again, running over to my desk. A moan falls from my lips as more messages from Joey appeared on the screen. More videos, more photos, more texts.

'Baby boy is making Daddy hard? Mmm, good. Did I make you cum in your slacks, Daddy? Did you cum in your office? Can't wait to see you, Daddy. Come home and fuck me, please. I'm wearing your favorite cockring and pair of panties, as you can see. Come fuck me, Daddy. I'm so ready for you.'

Holy fuck. This boy is fucking killing me.

'You're being very naughty, baby. Filming yourself, touching yourself without my permission. You're going to be punished for this when I get home. I'll be home in 30 minutes, baby. Don't you dare remove that cockring. Don't touch yourself. I want you to greet me at the door wearing nothing but those panties and ring. Disobey and your punishment will be worse.'

Packing up my briefcase, I leave a message for my boss. As I'm walking through the hallway, my phone buzzes.

'Please don't punish me, daddy. I've been wanting you all damn day. Craving your touch, your kisses. Please daddy, just come home and fuck me senseless. No punishments, please daddy.'