HEATED WORKSPACE - WELT YANG X DOM!READER
18+ MINORS DNI (For your safety pls!!)
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A/N - Hopped on Tumblr to write this fic then disappear off the face of the earth. Welt deserves more content!!
I may write more if I feel like it, but there’s a very small chance 😇
Not proofread!
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Content: praise, pegging, soft femdom!reader, sub!welt yang, a bit of begging, porn with a little bit of plot?? (not sure), reader fucks this man over a desk, established relationship
Summary: Welt has been been overworking himself a little too often, even to the point of exhaustion. Luckily, his partner seems to know a way to make him forget about these troubles, even if its only for a little while..
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Creak.
Creak.
The sound of wood squeaking echoed through the room, mixed with the noises of heavy breathing and soft squelches of lube.
The sight of Welt Yang laying completely bare underneath you, pressed against the expensive wood of his desk — that Himeko was so kind to install in his room — was truly a sight to behold. Seeing such a dignified man being pinned underneath you seemed to drive your lust as your hands firmly grasped his waist.
His glasses were placed on the chair next to the desk, while his clothes were strewn around his office chair and forgotten. In contrast, you were almost fully clothed, your shirt being the only thing that you bothered to take off.
The fact that you were able to get him in this position was baffling to you, to say the least. You didn’t think that your lover was going to get fucked over his own work desk, but he seemed to be enjoying it more than both of you thought he would.
He wasn’t the most vocal, but he was definitely desperate. The way he bucked his hips against yours with every slow thrust made that so clear.
Internally, you wondered how a man —who was so tired a few minutes ago—could possibly be this needy, letting muffled pants and breathy groans spill from his mouth as you fucked him.
“Feeling better already, hm?” You mumbled into his ear, “You’re so good for me, Welt. So fuckin’ pretty like this.”
Just as he was responding to your small praises, you made sure to roll your hips in the way both of you liked, the tip of the toy gently brushing over his prostate. Simultaneously, you leaned over him, pressing kisses to his back and shoulders, watching as he squirmed and panted under your gentle touch.
“You…gh..!”
His reply to your words was immediately forgotten as a shuddering gasp fell from his mouth, his mind turning to mush. He let his head drop forwards as he pushed himself against your toy. His whole body was shaking, and he struggled to support himself on the desk while his legs threatened to collapse due to the pleasure.
He’s been so pent up lately you felt bad for him. It didn’t take long for you to make his head spin from the pleasure, and at this rate, it probably wouldn’t take long to drive him over the edge. The large amounts of work he forced himself to push through really has gotten to him.
You pushed the strap just a bit deeper, snapping your hips forward and abruptly changing the angle. Almost instantaneously, a strangled gasp escaped his lips and his back arched just ever so slightly. His body was so sensitive, so starved of another’s touch, and you both knew that poor Welt hasn’t done this in far too long.
Yet somehow, you seemed to know all his weak spots which could make his legs shake and his composure crumble. It was ruining him.
His face seemed to flush a whole new shade as you slowly tore him apart. The sight of him losing himself to the pleasure fuelled your desire to see him wrecked and overstimulated, writhing underneath you and gasping for air.
The moment his body reacted to the change in angle, you immediately went back to your previous, slower pace, just to tease him a bit. Your grip loosened on his hips, rubbing small circles onto his sides. On the other hand, Welt clutched onto the desk like a lifeline, his knuckles turning white as he grasped the edge for stability. You made sure to take your time with him, dragging the strap along his insides. He wasn’t going to leave this desk for quite a while.
“Won’t..” He swallowed, breathing heavily,“Won’t they hear..? Haah..”
He cursed under his breath as he stumbled over his own words, his speech slowly becoming incoherent as you suddenly changed your pace. His eyes suddenly shut tight and he clenched his jaw, trying to prevent himself from being too noisy even though it was getting difficult for him to focus.
You simply smiled at his attempts to keep quiet. A small laugh escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing yourself against him and biting his shoulders, making sure to leave tiny marks wherever your mouth travelled.
“The others won’t hear anything, Welt. They won’t hear anything as long as you keep quiet for me,” You mumbled to him, “Im surprised that you didn’t ask about that earlier. Has the pleasure really affected you that much?”
He shuddered in response, his breath hitching and his untouched cock twitching desperately between his legs. That seemed to give you all the answers you needed.
You resisted the urge to give him a bit of relief and wrap your hand around his neglected dick, but you wanted to keep him here just a little longer. Maybe you would even turn him over just so you could kiss him and watch his face as he came…
“Aeons, Welt. Look at you..” You said as one of your hands travelled upwards to tangle in his hair. He was so perfect for you, and you felt the need to make it up to him. You were willing to do almost anything for such an obedient man.
“Since you’re being so good for me, I’ll let you tell me what you want as a reward,” You purred into his ear, “Does that sound good to you? I’ll do anything.”
He could only groan as he made a weak attempt at an affirmative noise before turning his head towards you and nodding. You could vaguely see his expression from that angle, his cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, and Aeons, he had such a wrecked look on his face.
It was unlike how he normally acted, but it was so hot knowing how you had the ability to make him act like this, willingly bending over a desk with his pupils blown and his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. How could you deny the pleasure of someone so pretty?
“You won’t overwork yourself any more, right?” You asked while feigning innocence, tugging his hair lightly. “Promise me that you’ll take care of yourself more often..or I’ll have to stop.”
“I’ll..ngh..I’ll take care of myself..promise. Just don’t stop,” He paused for just a small moment, “Please.”
You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk growing on your face.
“I’ll take your word for it, then. Since you asked so nicely, how could I prevent you from feeling good?”
Neither of you knew that Welt could lose his self-control this easy, and his face burned from the thought of it, but soon, his mind trailed off as your actions made him dizzy from the feeling of being filled so well.
Though his stress would not be his main worry after that night, he would definitely have to find a way to deal with his aching legs (and back) the following day...
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A/N #2: jdhdiejsndjejsibsheje I’m sure you can tell that this was self indulgent
(THIS IS MY STRANGE WAY OF ASKING ALL YOU WRITERS TO PLEAASE WRITE MORE WELT SMUT)
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AU where Steve and Eddie had gotten together before the 4th season, and then something happened in September before the Vecna stuff that cause them to break up. The only time they see each other is when Steve is picking up the party from DND.
The next time they actually get to see each other, Eddie is holding a broken bottle to Steve's throat after watching Chrissy die in front of him, and Steve is terrified because he hates seeing Eddie this terrified and he hates that he got dragged into this mess.
The next time, they really talk again is while walking though the upside-down the girls ahead of them while they awkwardly try to hold small talk because they both are too scared to admit they still love each other.
Steve is leaning over Eddie as Eddie starts the RV, then Eddie is calling Steve Big Boy, and Steve tries to hid how flustered it makes him.
Steve was telling Nacey about how he always wanted six little nuggets, but even as he looked at her, he knew that that fantasy never had her as the other person he wished to raise them with. Eddie is in the back of the RV pretending not to hear anything.
Steve watches as Eddie plays with Dustin. He can't help but smile because God he loves that man.
He can hear Eddie playing his guitar from another part of the upside-down using himself as bait. Steve has decided that if he makes it out of this he's going to get that boy back no matter what.
Steve hears Dustin screaming.
Steve is trying to stop the bleeding.
Steve is crying.
Steve refuses to leave Eddie.
Steve is by Eddie's bedside the whole time. He rights him letter for when he wakes up.
--- Sorry, I got a little out of control there anyway. This was all inspired by the song Eddie My Love by The Chordettes.
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