SMUT POST YAAAAAY"Just one more game, baby, I'm on a win str..

SMUT POST YAAAAAY

"Just one more game, baby, I'm on a win streak."

I glance over at the corner of my computer screen displaying the time: 2.27am. True, it's not that late...but on a Thursday? Your sleep schedule was already bad enough...that won't do, will it?

"Oh, that's fine." I say as I stretch my arms over my head, my pajama shirt raising up and showing off the smallest sliver of skin."I'm just going to get ready for bed, then. I'll be in the bathroom." I get up from my desk chair and slink to my bathroom.

Your expression changes slightly and you turn your attention back to your screen. We'd been together for a few months and it wasn't uncommon for you to spend the night. The initial awkwardness of being this close has passed at this point but you still feel a twinge of nervousness when it gets close to bedtime. Not for any monsters under the bed--I just get a little...aggressive.

The sounds of me rummaging around in the bathroom fade into the background as your game takes over your attention. The matchmaking gods had been kind to you today and you wanted to finish the night of gaming with one last victory. (And rank up, hopefully.)

After accepting the queue, you lean back in your chair and close your eyes, the familiar loading screen music playing in your headphones. This particular game always had a long load time, I'd noticed. The times I watched you play late at night, you'd always accept your queue, then either lean back and sit for a few minutes or get on your phone. Down to the long, heaving sigh you'd let out, which was your way of saying "Okay, one more."

click click cli-click cli-cli-cli-click click clickclick

Locked in already, huh?

I get down low to the floor, narrowing my eyes at you hunched over your PC. Your posture looks terrible, remind me to get you to fix that, too. I can't help but smile to myself as I move, cat-like, towards you. Silently, I slip underneath your desk, thanking my past self for buying you the extra large one. I wanted to make sure you'd be able to fit both of your monitors but the extra leg room underneath benefits us both.

I scoot in between your legs, getting your attention by laying my head in your lap. You jump just a little, your eye flicking back and forth between my gaze and the match.

"Oh-ah, hey, uh, whatcha doin' down there, huh?" You're getting better at hiding your nerves, you're so cute. You're already working hard to keep your composure. But the tips of your ears kinda give you away. Did you know that? I don't see how you would. You start the blush there, first. You can barely see it.

I don't say anything and just close my eyes, breathing slowly. I want you to feel my warm breath on your leg, I know that's when you start getting really nervous. I know that imagination of yours can get the better of you. I want you to overthink this so much that you get hard all on your own. I don't even think I need to touch you at this point.

That thought alone makes me smile to myself as I rub my face against your thigh, the fabric of your pajama pants soft against my skin. It makes me happy when you wear these, you were so excited when I took out my matching pair, too.

You laugh nervously and I can hear your key presses getting a little sloppy. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing, myself. You're crumbling.

"Focus..." I breathe, moving my face closer, rubbing my cheek closer to the growing bulge in your pants. I can feel how warm you are, even through the fabric. Poor thing. I know exactly what you're thinking, too. What part off the fantasy are you on, right now? Have I pulled your pants off, yet? Or are you already in the back of my throat?

"Heh...you say that," you say, placing one hand on my head, rubbing my hair. God I love when you do that...

You take your hand away to keep playing while I sit, my mouth merely inches from you and you're still not all over me, yet. I need to speed things up. I place my hand on your bulge to a satisfying sharp intake of breath from you. The little twitch was cute, too. Yeah...keep up that act, we'll see how easy it is for me to break you.

I rub my hand over your bulge, smiling to myself about how I was right. I really didn't even have to touch you for you to get this hard. Does it ache? Do you want to feel me so badly that it hurts? I want to make you work for it a little longer but judging by your initial reaction...you're struggling already.

Pulling your dick out of your underwear was easy since you were wearing boxers and the pajama pants were roomy. I peer up at you and see your eyes boring a hole into your monitor. You're trying so hard not to get distracted. I want you to watch me so badly, I want you to see me take you into my mouth little by little.

"Hah...hah...hah..." I breathe, my tongue so close to your flesh, my open mouth begging to have you in it. The back of my throat looks so inviting, a tight space that hugs ever inch of you, my tongue wanting to stroke you lovingly, my lips needing to wrap themselves around you.

I touch the tip of my tongue to you and begin to slowly swirl circles on the tip. Instantly, you pull your hips away, obviously too sensitive to even be touches. I wrap my wrap around your waist and pull your chair, rolling you closer to me, trapping you against the desk. I open my mouth and fully take the tip inside, using my tongue to pleasure more and more of you. Your hips eventually change from pulling away from me to trying to fit more of you in my mouth. I don't give into my temptations and only focus on the head. I know it's the most sensitive part, baby...I know this is where it feels good. And we're going to be here a whi-mmfgh...hah...mm...

You suddenly grab a handful of my hair and push my head further down, your cock taking up more room in my throat. I reach up to take your hand off my head but you let go of the mouse and grab my wrist. Using your legs to hug me tight to you, the tone of the encounter suddenly shifts drastically.

With one of my arms pinned to my side by your legs and the other arm being held by you, I mentally kick myself for putting myself in this situation. I thought I had you, too.

I struggle against you as I take more and more of you down my throat. Maneuvering my head slowly but firmly, you push until you feel my body lurch slightly, my body reacting to gagging while something still occupied my throat.

"Shhhh...good girl...gooooood girl..." Your praise only makes it worse. I can feel the wetness forming in my panties, the cotton getting soaked. I'd only showered a few hours ago so they were clean, guess I'll have to change them afterwards. It feels so slick...

I close my eyes and release control to you. Your strong hand on my head guiding me and the other holding my hair, keeping me from protesting. I love surrendering to you like this, I don't need to worry about anything else...just be used.

Even when you let go of my wrist, I only use my now free hand to stroke you. It's the only thing I can think of that would make me feel useful. The sound of your desk drawer opening doesn't distract me because I already know what's coming. A soft fabric slips over my eyes, taking way one of my senses, so when you loosen the grip on my hair, the feeling of you running your fingers through it is enough for me to moan, I need you so bad...

I take you out of my mouth for just a moment to speak, to breathe, and your hand grabs my jaw, keeping my mouth open. You stand up, leading me by my face to the edge of the bed, where you lay me down on my back. Your hands snake under my clothes, not even pretending you have any patience left. Your fingers go straight for my nipples, pinching them, hard. My body writhes as you take me, touching wherever you please, I'm yours to use. Without skipping a beat, you yank my panties off tossing them across the room, dragging your thumb up my pussy to gather the wetness that had formed there.

You rub a few slick circles with your thumb before you starting rubbing the tip of your dick against the entrance. I sit up so I can bring you closer and you completely take me over, putting all of your weight on top of me, trapping me to the bed. The blindfold keeping me more in the dark, I can only feel you pushing in the tip a little at a time, my pussy practically begging for more.

"Pl-ple...please...pleeeease, pleASE baby...I need it, I need it so bad...ple-"
"Shhhhh...shhh..." Your hand gently pressing against my mouth, my high pitched moans turning into more desperate groans as you slide in the rest of your cock, all the way to the base. Your body weight keeping me under you as I writhe at your length. It perfectly fills me, almost too much.

My needy pussy takes you so well, wetness leaking out of me, barely able to contain you. Every stroke better than the last as I take every inch. My moans muffled by your hand, keeping his teammates from hearing us.
As you pump into me over...and over...and over, I can feel your body beginning to tense up. You take your hand off my mouth and use it to hold my face, your thumb pressing flat on my tongue, my moans matching yours as you get ready to explode inside of me.

"I'm gonna cum...baby...I'm....hah..hah..."

You press into me. Hard.
I can feel you throbbing. Hard.
I feel it start to leak out of me, sliding down and wetting the sheets. I squeeze out ever last drop you have and try to grind a few more strokes out of you. That rewards me with a few more satisfying twitches from you followed by a nervous laugh.

"Heh...was that good?"