You loved Jonathan.
You loved his long brunet hair, his baggy eyes, and his horrible posture.
You also loved how fucking nerdy he was and how he loved to go on and on about the multi verse.
So obviously you were in his office fucking the ever loving shit out of him.
"ahh--!" Jonathan cried out, cheek smooshed against his desk, bent over with you behind him, thrusting into him at a steady pace, watching in amusement as desperately tried clinging on to something to keep him from moving back and forth, biting his lower lip while his eyes were shut tightly.
"You fucking slut. Letting me fuck you in your own office?" You scoffed, nails digging into his ass while your other hand went to grab a fistful of his hair, forcefully pulling him up, causing him to wince painfully.
The man beneath you however was too ashamed to speak. You pulled his hair back further, exposing his flustered appearance, brows furrowed together and his Adams Apple protruding from his neck. God you wanted to choke him but you didn't have as many hands like Liv.
"Jesus you're so feminine, I should dress you up in a skirt next time you're bent over your desk," you slurred,
"Mmm.. Y-yesshh-hahh~!" Jonathan cried out in, only making you pound him into his desk even harder, precum spilling from his twitching dick as he got closer.
By now tears were streaming down his cheeks as he pathetically whimpered, eyes shut tightly and lips pursed as you slammed against his prostate.
You were sure people would hear, but you didn't fucking care, and every thrust he got louder and more disoriented as your nails dug into his ass enough to leave bruises, his neck already filled with hickeys and precum all over his desk and papers.
By the way his hands gripped onto the ends of the table and he bucked into the touch, you could tell he reached his climax.
Cum spilled all over the table, you continuing to fuck him ruthlessly as he was practically screaming now, mouth hung open and eyes squinted all while tears ran down his cheeks and he trembled.
When he stopped, you stopped, taking a few deep breaths before exiting him, hands letting go of him to which he promptly stumbled down onto the floor, panting and in a daze, cheeks bright red and hair messy.
"I'm gonna go get some towels," You said, smirking while you took off the strap on, tossing it beside him, making him flinch slightly, already feeling embarrassed knowing he got fucked by such a thing.
You walked off and least to say people stared as you walked down the hallways.