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Beneath Me

Summary: Ever wanted to read the classic ‘giving head under the desk when someone walks in on you’ for our this handsome fella? Look no further. Requested by: my thirsty ass. ( gif credit. ) Pairing: Merlin x female Reader Warnings: This whole thing is basically porn without plot, so entirely NSFW. Do not read if you’re under the age of 18. Word Count: 2.4k. I need help.

Everything had started after a hectic week at the office.

One of the agents in the tech department made a critical error with – something or other. You didn’t speak in binary like that good looking boyfriend of yours. And said boyfriend had spent the past week working non-stop to help retrieve all the lost data. Between the stress and the workload you were lucky to spend five minutes alone with him before he rushed off.

Friday morning rolled around with a slight spring in your step. You had been feeling downright miserable for the past five days. Not only was Merlin your better half, he was your best friend. Heaven knows he had coped by himself when you were gone for days during a mission, so you’d done your best to shoulder your responsibility of being the good girlfriend. Your phone had chimed at 5:46 am with a text from Merlin, letting you know that everything was back to normal and how much he missed you.

In the three years you and Merlin had been a couple, you’d never gone this long without sex. Without any current operations to work on, you planned on spending your morning in the most fulfilling way possible.

You didn’t even wait for him to respond to your knock before you swung the door of his office open, letting it shut behind you with a grin. The two of you race to meet each other in the middle of the room, no longer weighed down by the distractions or the stress of your work. The second you’re within reach, Merlin hoists you up easily into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, clutching the back of his sweater as he tilts his head back to kiss you intensely. His mouth is insistent against yours, sending shockwaves down your spine and making your body shake. You only part when your lungs scream for air, hanging on tightly as the Scot moves both of you back to his office chair.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you alone all week,” you confessed to him quietly. Merlin nods in understanding; spending time with you in his arms is one of the only ways to clear his mind. You settle easily into his lap with your legs on either side of his hips. “We’ve got all weekend to relax with each other, sweetheart.” You can’t help but give him your patented puppy eyes, trailing one of your fingers down his chest slowly. “But you’ve been working so hard… I think you deserve a reward now.” The evidence of his agreement is quickly hardening between you, the corner of his mouth turning up into a sly smile.

“We do have half an hour before we’re due for our debrief,” Merlin noted lowly, leaning back to get a better look at you. His deep green eyes looked over your figure appreciatively, like he hadn’t already seen it hundreds of times in various stages of undress. Your cheeks flushed under the intensity of his gaze, itching to get your hands on him in whatever way possible.

“C’mere love,” he beckoned you closer again, instinctively chasing your mouth as you drew nearer. He kisses you slowly and gently this time, feeling every ounce of affection and love pouring from the movement of his lips against yours. Only after you give his bicep a reassuring squeeze does the kiss deepen, all teeth and tongue and small moans from both of you.

You trail kisses from the corner of his mouth down the side of his neck, nipping lightly over his pulse point and making him grunt. “I wanna taste you,” you whisper against his neck. Your words have the desired effect on the man beneath you, smirking when Merlin’s erection twitched against your thigh. “Baby, it’s been five days. I need t’ be inside that pretty pussy of yours.” The movement he made to undo your trousers was short circuited by you grinding your hips down and providing the much needed friction the two of you had missed.

Merlin tosses his head back with a low grunt, taking the opportunity to slide your hand underneath his sweater. God – you’d missed the feeling of his smooth chest under your hands. “We’re never going this long without sex ever again,” you told him breathlessly. “Let me take care of you. Please?”

If the two of you only had a half an hour, you might as well make use of it.

Pride swelled in your chest as you dropped to your knees underneath Hamish’s desk. His mouth was swollen from your kisses, erection straining eagerly against the zipper of his slacks. If you hadn’t been on a tight schedule you’d have taken your time to tease him properly. But after going so long without having him at all, the only thing you could think about was his cock in your mouth.

In one swift motion you tug Merlin’s trousers and boxers down. His erection springs free, bouncing against his flat stomach. “Fucking hell - y’see what you do to me?”

He has to tug his sweater up enough so the pre-cum he was leaking wouldn’t smear over his clothes. All you could muster was a soft moan of your own, gripping his thighs while you lick a line up his shaft. You drag your tongue slowly from root to tip again and again until you’ve tasted every inch of him.

It’s all Merlin can do not to fall apart right then, watching you blink up at him innocently while he bit down hard on his lip. Thankfully he knows exactly what buttons to push to turn you on, gathering your hair away from your face in a loose ponytail.

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you sweetheart?” Unabashed with your affection for this man, you nodded as best you could without hitting your head on his desk. As if the way your mouth was practically watering at the sight wasn’t confirmation enough. This time you kiss your way to the swollen head of his cock, your boyfriend letting out a deep sigh once you wrap your lips around him entirely. “Shit… such a good girl for me.”

You can’t help but mewl in response to his words – it should be illegal for everything to sound so damn good with such a deep voice and thick accent. By now you had squeezed your thighs together as best you could, rocking your body forward when you dipped your head to try and relieve some of the tension. You take a little more into your mouth each time, Merlin’s hips flexing beneath your hands to try and chase the pleasure even further. One of your hands moves to keep a hand on the base of his cock, timing the movement of your lips and hands together to draw another string of curses from Merlin.

“Y/N… fuck, feels so good,” he praises lowly. You can’t keep your eyes off of him, following the rise and fall of his chest on show for you like a private display. Merlin felt as if his brain would short circuit any moment – from lack of blood or his impending orgasm, he couldn’t tell. It had been far too long since he’d last felt your mouth on his cock, biting down on one of his knuckles to try and maintain some of his dignity. If he came already he’d never live it down.

He had just sat forward to try and unbutton your blouse when a sharp knock sounded at the door, both of you freezing like deer caught in headlights. Oh crap, oh crap! What were you supposed to do now? There’s no way you could make yourselves presentable at this point, blinking up at your boyfriend with a panicked gaze that he returned. Merlin’s mouth twitched to dismiss whomever was on the other side of the door, but he wasn’t even given the chance as the door swung open and someone stomped their way into his office.

“I’m sorry to barge in, my friend, but if I don’t get this off my chest I may explode.” A voice you recognized belonged to Harry Hart sounded behind you. If you weren’t so petrified of being found out you would have laughed at the irony, his ‘friend’ half naked with his cock still in your mouth. “Harry, this isn’t really the best - ”

“I’m well aware of the fact that Agent Bors has never been particularly appealing on a personal level. He may be a damn good agent, but he’s a sodding prick!” Clearly his protest had fallen on deaf ears, continuing on like he hadn’t heard a thing. “First he deliberately slacks off on our mission report, leaving me to do the work as usual…” You hummed your approval quietly, the vibrations reverberating right through Merlin’s cock.

You knew you should stop… but it had been so long since you’ve had this glorious cock in your mouth. Surely you were well hidden enough underneath Merlin’s desk? And by the repeated back-and-forth thumps continued, it sounded like Harry had begun to pace again. The process of being considered becoming the next Arthur was weighing heavily on him. Just like the way Hamish’s cock was weighing heavily in your mouth, hard enough that you can literally feel his heartbeat on your tongue.

Oh – fuck it.

Resuming your pace took Merlin by surprise, jolting up in his chair and pushing his cock further into your throat. It takes every ounce of your strength not to gag or sputter loudly and give away your position. His hand clenched and unclenched on his thigh, as if he couldn’t decide what to do. Stubbornly, you dug your nails into his thighs to tell him you weren’t going anywhere.

You could feel Hamish twitch inside your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head and giving him a healthy suck. This elicited a knee-jerk response from him, the thunk landing just above your head and making the desk vibrate.

“Are you feeling well? You look as if you’ve come down with something.”

You have to bob your head further down to stifle the laugh you felt bubbling in your gut. Every part of Merlin’s body was completely stiff, gripping onto the arms of his chair so hard you were worried he’d gauge right through the plastic.

“F-fine. ‘m fine, Harry. Just tired.” Your friend hummed in understanding, running his hands through his hair as he continued to pace a hole into his hardwood floor. Maybe Merlin’s excuse of “being tired” would be able to explain why he hunched forward suddenly just to rub his brow.

You had finally worked your way all the way down his impressive shaft, your nose pressed firmly against his pubic bone when you hollowed out your cheeks completely. His hips jerk instinctively in response, starting to panic because fuck he was close.

Risking a glance down, he immediately wished he hadn’t. You looked completely blissed out in the moment, your face flushed with arousal and your eyes rolled back into your head. The way you were trembling and breathing quickly told him you were getting off on this, sucking his cock like it was your only lifeline. He glanced back up once he heard Harry stop pacing, flashing him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right, Merlin?” The other man asked, taking in his friend’s deep breathing and rigid posture.

“Sure! ‘m s-sure… just need t’ rest,” he stuttered lamely.

Practically growling from the cocktail of mixed emotions, you were swallowing his cock over and over and over again. “Well – we’ve got about 10 minutes left until morning debrief. Best to let you catch a few winks, yeah?” Harry marched his way out without another word, Merlin grunting in acknowledgement before the door clicked shut.

“I… I… oh fff - ” he spoke the second the two of you were alone again, six-foot-two frame quivering as his hand gripped the back of your head. You could barely get a grip on him before he hunched forward with a grunt of your name.

You’re careful to breathe through your nose as he fucks your face, pumping his release into your mouth like you’d been dreaming of all fucking week. Pulse after pulse filled your mouth, swallowing as quickly as you could with your eyes wide. When he finally pulled back he was breathing heavily, hand falling limply from your hair before he suddenly went quiet.

For a split second – you thought you’d killed him. The poor guy looked as if he could have passed out in his office chair after way too many drinks, slumped back with an arm covering his eyes. “Hamish? … Hamish!”

You’ve never moved so quickly in your life, springing to your feet and grabbing his face in both your hands. His pulse was still running wild against your fingers, moving his hand away from his face to get a better look at him. A whole second passed that felt like an eternity before his eyes fluttered open, managing a low moan before you kissed him firm on the mouth.

“You scared the shit out of me! What happened?” You gingerly tugged his pants back up without disturbing his softening cock. “- Fucking hell. ‘m sorry love. Apparently I really needed that.” he mumbled drowsily, trying to draw you into his lap again. Instead you opted to stand, Hamish wrapping his arms around your waist as both of you caught your breath.

“Are you all right? I’m sorry that I kept going, I just wanted- ” Merlin shushes you softly, pressing a tender kiss to your hip and making your smile. “S’fine love. I know y’would’ve stopped if I’d asked. Besides, think it’s obvious I’m extremely relaxed now.” He unwinds himself from you to tap his bottom lip, the “grown up” version of puckering his mouth for a kiss which you happily gave him.

“Let’s just hope Harry doesn’t realize what was going on,” you giggle quietly. Hamish was already dutifully straitening your clothing for you to smooth out any wrinkles he caused. “Aye – he’d probably run screamin’.” The two of you share a grin before his phone rings; leaving one hand on the small of your back while he uses the other to pick up the call.

It’s Harry’s voice that rings out, clear enough to make you dissolve into a fit of stifled laughter.

“Are you and Y/N quite finished in there?”

WRITTEN WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS:

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