#i also want to gnaw at the legs of CEOs that force the release of these games when there are still dev objects on the scenes

[hongism]

eyes on me - ten 18+

➻ pairing: ceo!ten x reader

➻ wc: 2k

➻ genre: smut, pwp

➻ rating: M, 18+

➻ warnings: sir kink, oral sex: m, fingering, explicit smut, creampie, desk-fucking, light choking, praise kink, small size kink, handjobs, unprotec sex, cum eating, cum swallowing, deepthroating, mentioned cockwarming

➻ summary: you aren’t normally so desperate for his attention, but today is different.

➻ requested by: @baekhyyun​

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➻ prompts:

“Eyes on me.”

The door is cold under your hands as you run your fingers across it. Anxiety bubbles in your gut, and you stand outside the door to Ten’s office in your barely-there outfit with shame burning your skin. You aren’t sure why you thought this would be a good idea; normally, you have a bit more common sense and decency. Yet here you are, knuckles ready to rap against the wood.

“S-Sir?” You stutter out as you bring your hand against the door. Silence comes as your answer. You hesitate, gnawing at your lower lip, and the nervousness heightens. Maybe he’s busy… He could be preparing for a meeting. I should go. Yea, yes, I should go.

“Come in, princess.” Ten’s voice finally resounds through the wood. You lift your chin as you hear him despite the fact that you can’t see him. His invitation brings your hand back to the door handle, and you twist it gently to enter his office. You move at a slow pace, hands tucked before you. Now that his gaze is on you, the shame and embarrassment increases. You can almost feel the hunger in his eyes as he looks over you. The door snaps shut behind you. You glance up, eyes wide as you meet his gaze. He doesn’t speak for what feels like hours.

“I-I wanted to su-urprise you, sir,” you mutter, toying with the edge of your frilly skirt. You dip your chin to avoid his gaze and focus of the white lace under your fingers instead.

“You wanted to do what, princess?” Ten’s voice is low, a sense of calm in his tone, and you instinctively press your thighs together.

“Surprise you, sir.”

“While I’m working? You know I’m a busy man.” Ten brings a hand up to rest under his chin and leans back against his chair. The CEO has a mountain of paperwork before him, and you know that he probably has a million things to do, but you still want to entertain him.

“Yes, sir. I-I was hoping I could… maybe I could suck your cock while you work?”

Ten chuckles at your offer. “Your outfit says otherwise, baby girl. Putting on your little maid uniform? You want me to punish you.”

Your grip on your skirt tightens and your nails dig into your palms through the material. He is right, but you don’t want to give him the pleasure of being correct when you’re already so embarrassed by the situation. Ten doesn’t wait to hear your confirmation though. He sits up straight, beckoning you forward with two fingers.

“Eyes on me, princess.” 

You immediately look up upon hearing the words, eyes meeting his in an instant.

“If you can be a good girl and suck sir’s cock without touching yourself, I’ll consider fucking you.” His words cause your steps to falter and you wobble on the black heels around your feet. You dare to glance up at him, eyes wide as you catch sight of his devilish smirk. “Hurry up, princess. Before I lose my patience.”

You can only nod and hasten your steps towards the desk, stepping around it with haste. Ten pushes the chair back just far enough to let you slip between his legs and crawl under the wood. It’s already uncomfortable on your back, the strain causing you to arch against the wood at an awkward angle. You brace yourself on his knees, delicate fingers brushing over the soft satin of his trousers. Your outfit has had an obvious effect on Ten, as evidenced by the bulge in his pants. You reach out to pull at the buttons and zipper. Ten doesn’t help you one bit, watching as you struggle to tug the material down with an amused smirk playing at his lips.

It’s even harder to pull his underwear down, but you manage to yank it just far enough for his cock to spring loose. Ten clears his throat as your fingers dance over his sensitive member. He pushes the chair forward again, forcing you to crawl back a little bit. It makes the angle even more uncomfortable on your back but you know that Ten isn’t going to make this easy for you. You collect a bit of saliva in your mouth before dribbling it over the darkened tip of his cock. Your thumb presses gently at his slit, pushing your spit around, and you pump your hand along his length. The action draws a small hiss from his lips. Encouraged by the sound, you drop your lips over the head of his member. It pulls another hiss out of him, and his cock twitches in your grasp. You lavish him with your tongue, dragging it along each vein and curve along his member. You take him into your wet heat ever so slowly. You are going much slower than he’s used to, really taking your time in pleasuring every inch of him.

The tip of his cock presses against the back of your throat. You hesitate there, hollowing your cheeks and bopping your head along his length. Ten shows a surprising amount of restraint as you continue your ministrations on his cock. You wonder how long he is going to last at this rate and swallow around him in attempts to get him to lose a bit more control. It works in your favor; his hips buck up into your mouth as you swallow, and you nearly choke as his member presses further into your throat. You repeat the same motion again though, his reaction urging you to do it again.

Ten inhales sharply as you give a particularly harsh suck to his member. The chair slips back a little, and you use it as an opportunity to push him a bit more. The chair slides again, you crawl out from under the table, and Ten releases a low groan when you squeeze your fingers around the base of his member. You use your free hand to brace yourself against his thigh. Your pace increases, head bobbing faster on his member. The salty taste of precum invades your mouth.

Ten brings a hand to your hair, curling his fingers through your locks. He begins to guide your motions on his cock like that. You let him take control. He’s already lost almost all control, work and papers abandoned on the desk, and the last string will be watching you lap up every last drop of his cum. His pace increases, hips bucking up into your mouth to match the thrusts. All you can do is try to open your throat as much as possible so you don’t accidentally choke on him.

A few moments later, Ten’s hips stutter. His fingers lose their grip on your hair, and you pull off to inhale a gasp of air before dropping your lips over his twitching member again. He must not be expecting your haste, because his hips jerk the instant your lips touch him. You take him all the way, not stopping even as he hits the back of your throat. He groans again, and his hand falls to your shoulder after brushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes. You blink up at him through fluttering lashes.

Then, you swallow around his member. His hips jerk, and he spills hot cum down your throat. You pull up a bit too soon, some cum falling from your mouth to land at the base of his cock, but you bend down to lick up the last few beads of cum. Your eyes meet his, dark with lust, and he watches you hungrily as you push the cum into your lips with two fingers.

“Fuck,” he exhales. His fingers find your chin and tug you up. You fall onto his lap as he pulls you over him, draping your arms over his shoulders. Excitement bubbles in your gut. The last shreds of patience leave Ten when he pushes a hand under your frilly skirt. You’re wearing nothing beneath the fabric, juices spreading over Ten’s fingers the moment he brushes through your folds.

“I need you, sir. I need you to fill me up right now.” You whisper the words against Ten’s lips, brushing your own over his as you speak. He responds by pressing against your mouth. His tongue invades your wet heat a moment later. It immediately hits yours, creating a battle for dominance as his hand works at your folds. You moan into his mouth when he pushes two fingers into your core without warning. You squeeze around him, and he keeps pushing until he can’t anymore.

He pushes the chair back, securing your legs around his waist, and fumbles around to clear a space on the desk. Once he does, he puts you flat against the surface. He keeps his fingers buried in your heat, curling them up against your velvet walls in search of that sweet spot. He finds it after a few shallow thrusts. The pads of his fingers drag over the spot again and again, causing a chorus of moans to escape you.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck, T-Ten. Sir. S-Sir, please. Please.”

“Words, princess. Use them,” Ten commands, crooking his fingers in you again. You cry out again and grip at his pressed shirt with desperate fingers.

“Pl-Please fuck me, sir.” Ten’s lips curl into a smile. He pulls his fingers out of your heat then pops them between his lips. His deft tongue laps the strands of arousal off his digits.

“All you had to do was ask, baby girl.”

With that, Ten pushes your legs further open and guides his member to your waiting entrance. You cling to him like your life depends on it as he pushes slowly into you, inch by inch until he bottoms out. You nearly cry from the sensation of being so filled up, and Ten leans down to press kisses along your jaw.

“You’re so good for me, princess,” he murmurs against your skin. Your walls clench around him at the praise, but he continues worshiping your skin with softly-spoken praises and kisses as you grow accustomed to the stretch of his member in you. “Such a good baby girl. So eager to please her sir, no? My good little girl.”

A whine leaves your trembling lips. Ten stands up straight again, gripping your thighs tight, and he pulls his cock out halfway. He thrusts back in quickly and snaps his hips against the back of your thighs. Your frantic hands drop from his dress shirt to the desk, clinging to the edge of the wood for dear life as Ten builds up a steady pace. The head of his cock drags against your walls, and you squeeze around him with no semblance of control.

His pace is brutal, as are his thrusts, and each one threatens to send you further back on the desk. You can’t contain your sounds, strings of whines and moans escaping you as he fucks you. You can feel the knot of your orgasm tightening and try to reach between your legs to help you reach it faster, but Ten slaps your fingers away with haste. He replaces them with his own and rubs small circles against your clit as he thrusts into you.

“You’re gonna cum with me, princess,” Ten growls through gritted teeth. Sweat beads his brow, dripping down the side, and a few drops fall onto your dress. You move your hands up to his biceps and squeeze them tight.

Your orgasm crashes over you out of the blue. You cry out as it hits, and Ten’s thrusts stutter. Warmth swirls through your core. Ten spills into you, hot seed filling you up, and he moans loudly over you. His body presses against yours as he collapses on top of you. You gasp out as he knocks the breath out of you.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so good,” Ten murmurs against your cheek. He scoops you up in his arms, and you immediately fold your legs around him as he picks you up. He falls back onto his desk chair with you on his lap. “Warm my cock while I work?”

“Of course, sir,” you say against his lips. Ten returns the kiss intently then pulls away all of a sudden.

“I hope you can sit still then.”

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