"Fuck," Derek mutters softly as he hears Dr. Y/L/N close the door to his office. He looks down at his pants to see a growing bulge. What the fuck. This doesn't happen to him, he isn't some stupid hormonal teenager that gets hard every time he sees a girl. What was going on? He had kept it cool in front of her, why was it that all of sudden he couldn't contain himself? She didn't even guess that he was so turned on by her.
He had to do something about this before she came back. The problem didn't seem to be going away with time, as he couldn't stop thinking of her. Her eyes locked in his gaze, those gorgeous eyes that seemed to turn different colors depending on what angle you were looking at them from. Her hair, flowing down her face, covering her eyes as while she was twirling her fingers around it. He needed to stop thinking about her body, how perfectly it would fit with his. No, no, no, this isn't helping, I need to stop thinking about her in that type of way.
He decided he needed to take matters into his own his hands. He couldn't stop thinking about her, so why not use it to his advantage. She won't be back for another ten minutes, no one will know.
Derek Shepherd, being the chief and all, didn't engage in sexual activities in the hospital, unlike most of his subordinates. It was never too late to start though. Please God don't let anyone find out.
He slowly unbuckles his pants and unzips them. His hands work their way underneath his boxers and pull out his growing member. He puts his right hand around it, hardening by the minute. He slowly starts to rub his hand up and down thinking of how badly he wants her.
"Fuck," he softly moans, thinking of the things he wants, needs to do to her.
"Oh, oh God. Y/N." He's getting louder by the minute. He starts rubbing faster and harder, until he couldn't feel his fingers. "Almost, fuck, Y/N, I'm..."
He hears the doorknob turn as she walks in. He'd lost track of time. "Oh," she says. "Sorry for interrupting."
"Fuck, I'm... it's not what it looks like."
"Of course it's not, you definitely were not jerking off, in your office, to the thought of me."
He looks her right in the eyes, he knew his cheeks were turning red by the minute. I never got to finish. He looks down at his cock, which he still hadn't put away. Her eyes follow his.
"You know, I could help if you want," she says. "I mean, I could help you finish."
"I... um." He needed to put his dick back in his pants, but he knew if he did that it'd never go down. Especially since he was supposed to be giving her a tour. How could someone so small have this much power over him?
He wanted to take her up on that offer. No, she's your subordinate and it's her first day. What has gotten into me?
They looked at each other, his dick was still out in the open. For some reason, it wasn't awkward. She starts walking towards his desk. As she gets closer and closer, his dick grew harder and harder.
—
His dick, at least 9 inches, was staring right at you. Maybe you should stop looking, but you just couldn't. You'd given yourself a pep talk about how you couldn't fuck him because he was your boss, even though you wanted to, badly. But his dick was right in front of you, and it seemed like he wanted you too.
You start walking towards him, and look into his eyes. He looked... hungry and intimidated by you. It was probably because you were so forward about wanting to help, and you hadn't run out of there as soon as you'd seen what he was doing.
Ten minutes ago you were blushing and embarrassed about feeling this way towards your boss, now you knew what you wanted and it was right in front of you. When Y/N knows what she wants, she's going to get it. Especially since I know he was moaning my name and wants the same thing.
You stop in front of his desk. He looked frazzled, like he knew what was going to happen next, but he was too confused to even know what was going on.
"I asked you a question, Chief Shepherd. Do you need help finishing?"
—
What was going on? The correct answer to that question was no, I'm your boss, but what came out of his mouth was the exact opposite.
"Yes," he mutters softly. "I need help, finish for me."
She looks stunned, like she didn't actually expect him to say yes. She stands there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. Soon enough she walks behind the desk towards where he was sitting. That feeling inside him was growing, he needed her. Now.
She kneels down next to his chair gripping his member between her right hand. She slowly rubs her hand up and down keeping a steady pace. His face was growing with this pain he needed to let out, but he wanted to wait, he needed to savor this moment.
"Oh, fuck." he moans.
"Fuck," she moans. "You like that?"
She brings his tip to her mouth. Her hand moves to his balls, squeezing them, hard. Her head moves up and down.
"Fuck, Y/N," he moans. His hand grasps her hair entangling his fingers in it. He starts pushing, forcing, harder. He needed harder and faster now.
"Fuck Derek, you're so big," she says as her cock hits all the way to the back of her mouth.
"Oh... fuck, I'm coming"
The pressure in his body seizes as he releases himself into her mouth. She swallows it all and licks around him, making sure there is nothing left. No one would ever know.
She stands up, wiping her mouth and looks at him. He slowly put his dick back in his pants, zips and buckles his belt. He gets up out of his chair making sure his desk looks the same as before she had arrived.
"So, you ready for that tour?" he asks slyly.
A/N:
i should not be writing at 2 am. idk what i'm doing tbh but enjoy. comment, vote, share, etc.