How about Julian getting really horny and needy for MC but MC’s feeling mischievous and makes him jerk himself off while they just watch

tcohs-messenger:

I uhhh… I loved this~

with READER

You love the way his lip wobbles in feign need. Oh no, Julian is needy, but he really was working it up a bit. For a moment you indulge him, swaying up to him with eager swagger and reaching for the edge of his pants, playing with the hem in small, cute tugs. Julian makes a soft noise, stepping closer to you, and you test, “How much do you need me?”

“So much- you can feel for yourself if you’d like~” Julian’s lip tugs up, teeth gleaming a little, the utmost of sly and wanton. Perhaps he doesn’t expect you to take up the offer so quickly (or so outright), because he squeaks when your hand slips down and actually feel him up between the thighs. When he said he needed you he wasn’t lying, already half hard and pressed, strained against the confines of his pants. 

“I guess you’re right,” you agree in a taunting whisper just at the bob of his throat. The way your voice lilts makes Julian swallow eagerly and he shifts, gasping softly when you squeeze his length through his pants. “Lay down love.”

Your instruction is met with immediate obeying. Julian climbs into bed and is already untucking his shirt and working at the button of his pants. But you raise a finger, tell him to slow down, and he works to your specifications, very agonizingly slowly pushing his pants down inch by inch. His thumb manages to hook into his underwear and you watch, enthralled and bemused, as he moves even slower, down the arch of his hips, caressing over his thighs, all until his cock bobs back hard against his belly.

You don’t recall how pleased your expression was, but it must’ve been perfect since Julian bites his lip and looks at you bashfully as he finally kicks off his pants. He’s about to unbutton his shirt when you raise a hand for him to stop. “No need dear, it looks great on you like this.” Julian’s grin returns again as he extends a hand in invitation, gaze smoldering, licking his lips in anticipation of what you would do to him- but then you shake your head. “Not now love, I’ve got something else in mind.”

When you sit down at the chair beside his desk, he’s practically stunned. You cross your leg one over the other and press a palm to your chin, meeting his confused glance with a more intrigued one. “Touch yourself.”

“Touch myself–?” It seemed, for a moment, he wanted to laugh a little in response. He’d much rather touch you but that heavy lidded look you have makes him think otherwise. He nibbles into his lip again before finally moving, legs shifting open a little bit as he wraps a hand around his shaft and gets to work. 

He’s mesmerizing to watch. You can feel yourself get warmer under the collar as you take in his image, hips gently easing up into rhythm as he fucks into his own hand, drops of precum flowing over the head of his cock and down his fingers, his expression completely skewed with brows furrowed up and lips parted for soft pants. When he gasps out a plea, and then your name, it makes your loins tighten. 

Julian looks back at you from beneath heavy lashes. You watch as his cheeks color a deeper shade of red and the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He so easily opens up for your prying eyes, legs pushing open more to expose himself as you hoped and needed. The hand not working his cock comes in to join, cupping at his balls and squeezing in tandem. He catches sight of the pleased sigh you give, and it makes him work harder. 

He gives a loud, pleased groan and moves his hand faster, the slick drag of his skin audible even to you, sitting at the other side of the room. Scattered between his moans, he gives calls of your name, begging, cooing, saying all that would be on his mind at the moment. But then he makes you completely reel back as he whimpers, outright keening, and pleas like a tortured man, “Please- please can I cum?”

Man, would you like too see that. You hesitate in answering, unfolding your legs and finally occupying yourself with a hand between your thighs. Julian gasps at the sight of you finally touching yourself too, it seems to do him in, but he grips himself tighter waiting for your order…

“Go ahead-”

“Oh thank you-!” Julian suddenly lurches forward and fucks into his fist with desperation, the slick sound even louder, practically squelching as he viciously pumps himself and, within seconds, finally reaches his peak. It’s so satisfying to see him stall, eyes slipping shut, jaw dropping and thighs pulled taut whilst his cock throbs and spurts from the tip all over his fingers and the sheets. 

His breathing is still heavy as he relaxes, completely at the mercy of your hungry, lusty gaze. He was satisfied (or so you thought) but you had so much more in your system to burn off. Julian was in for a long night, especially with your ideas…

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