𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 & 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4: ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ (ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

(Trying something a tad bit different. The story will switch back to the main POV. Slight NSFW)

3rd person POV:

   He stood outside your office door for another 5 mins. A part of him wanted to dart back in there to just sit, and bask in your presence, but he knew he couldn't. This put a small feeling of defeat in him, which was quickly overcome by another problem he had. He slowly shifted from in front of your office door, over onto the neighboring wall. He let a shaky sigh erupt from his lips as he rested his body on it. He picked his head up, slowly looking down at the bulge in his pants that was causing him an immense amount of both pain, and discomfort. This was the main reason he had practically limped out of your office.

   He'd almost forgotten just how excited he was to talk to you for the first time, and all he did for the entire day was play back his short memories of you in his head. Your walk, your stance, your stern, but polite attitude. During the distribution of his teammates, as they would say their goodbyes to him, he couldn't just couldn't focus. His eyes were glued to your body as he scanned over every inch of you, taking in all your curves, and just your overall beauty. He watched your lips as you talked, chuckling to himself whenever he saw you spit by accident.

He watched as your small hands worked diligently, typing away on your computer, fiddling with your mouse. He watched as you invited him into your office with a smile; how you weren't afraid of him; how you didn't bully him for his awkwardness; how you didn't look down on him, or anyone for that matter. He watched you ruffle your messy and short, but curly hair.

He was truly infatuated with you. He tried multiple times to get his head out of the gutter, to stop thinking about you, and to stay focused, but he couldn't. There were plenty of women he'd found attractive before, but this, this was different. He wanted you. He desired you. He needed you. This wasn't a simple compliment of looks, and he'd never felt this way about anyone before. He even found himself trying to fight off a headache as his poor mind struggled to process these new emotions.

Why was he feeling like this? Why couldn't he stop thinking about you? He asked himself, before sighing, and peeling his near-weak body of the wall, and making his way back to his dorm.

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He arrived quicker than he had expected. He did try his absolute hardest to avoid people on his way back to his dorm; not like people didn't already avoid him. He unlocked his door, and practically rushed inside, slamming it behind him, before locking it once more. He kicked off his boots, and headed straight for his bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and turned on his shower. Ripping off his helmet and both of his masks, he took the time to stare at his bare face, something he hadn't done in quite a while.

He pulled off the remainder of his clothes in a hurry, and as he undid his belt, pulled down both his pants and his boxers, it was obvious that he still hadn't calmed down. He stared at his very apparent erection in the mirror, watching as it twitched, and oozed precum from the tip. Oh, how he wanted you so bad. He had never been this shaken up by someone before, let alone someone he'd just met, and he felt as a wave of shame washed over him, but was quickly replaced by an even greater wall of lust. His mind started to roam once again.

He wondered how it would feel to have you underneath him, moaning his name, crying as he split you apart. He took his length in his hand, slowly stroking himself. He threw his head back in pure bliss, whimpering softly at his own touch. How long had it been since he'd touched himself like this? He knew this was wrong, but he was too worked up. He leaned forward onto his sink, his free hand gripping the side of the counter to keep his body steady. He let his head droop down as he continued to pleasure himself.

His mind would tell him that this wasn't right, that it was ridiculous, shameful, disgusting, but he couldn't stop. He was too far gone to even think about stopping. His back began to curve, his stroking became more intense, his once soft whimpers were now gruff groans and swears in German. Small beads of sweat lined his forehead. His grip on the edge of the counter tightened, causing his knuckles to go white. His body began to shake as he neared his orgasm. His head whipped upwards as his hips bucked in violent motions.

White streams of cum filled his sink. He was heaving and still shaking from his intense release. His once blurry mind began to clear up. He'd done it, he masturbated to the thought of her. Shame consumed him just as fast as his sudden tiredness. He decided to finally take a shower. He made it quick, his mind staying quiet the entire time.

He threw on some clothes and trudged over to his bed. He plopped down, falling asleep almost immediately.

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My eyes began to fall as they felt heavier than ever. Turns out the coffee I had made myself hadn't done anything for me. I sighed, pushing my chair back from my desk before standing up. I raised my arms above my head, stretching. I powered off my computer and organized all my paperwork that I would need for the next day. I grabbed my bag, taking out my keys as I made my way to my door. I shuffled out of my office, whipping around to lock the door.

I trudged down the long hallway, to the elevator, out of the lobby and to the dorms. I heaved as I made my way up the staircase of the dorms. "I would kill a person just to be in my bed right about now" I practically yelled, listening to my echo in the staircase. I sighed, drooping my head, continuing my slow and painful trod up these damn stairs. I finally reached my floor; I reached out for the handle of the door swinging it open. I dragged my feet all the way to my door. I paused for a moment before fiddling around with my keys.

Finally unlocking my door, I pushed my way inside, locking the door behind me before throwing everything to the floor. I kicked off my boots and slipped out of my work clothes. I slipped into an overly large hoodie, washed my face, and brushed my teeth; before heading to my bedroom. I slid into bed; sleep engulfed me in mere seconds.

(1134 Words)

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