Workaholic

` “Matt. Mattie. Matthew. Mattiekins. Ma-” You continued on, poking him shoulder. Your boyfriend  had been annoying, working all day. You’d wandered into his office, and just sat there, staring at him. He’d ignored you, and in retaliation, you’d bug him.

“(Name)” He sighed “Please dear, I’m busy. I’ll hang out with you later.” He said, giving you his puppy dog eyes. NO! You would not fall prey to his adorableness!

Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, stay- “Okay, fine”, you heard your own traitorous voice reply. Damn it, the eyes! They were so cute! You sulked for a minute, then decided you wouldn't give up so easily.

But how could you get his attention. The shy Canadian was perfect to you in every aspect but one, he tended to be a workaholic. And because of this, he was hard to distract. You frowned. You’d never been able to pull him from his work before. No, that wasn't right. There was that one time....

You smirked. Canada was still on his laptop, typing furiously. He was so absorbed, he didn't even notice you sneaking up behind him, until you spoke. “Matt, darling.” you purred, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and nuzzling his neck. He turned red, turning to face you, blue orbs burning into your (eye color) ones.

He gasped as you began to nibble on his ear. “(N-n-nickname) I don’t think you sh- ahh!” His protests turned into moans as you moved your devious nibbles to his neck.He gripped the desk. You grabbed his computer, set it on a nearby table, then straddled him in his chair, fusing your lips.

Your strategy seemed to be working, because he opened his lips, letting you slip your tongue inside. From there it was all a blur of hair pulling, tongues, and moaning. Finally, remembering you needed to breath, you pulled back.

You panted for a moment, then met your lovers eyes, nearly falling over at what you saw. Was shy, sweet, MATTHEW WILLIAMS, smirking. Your shirt felt tighter as you noticed his lust filled, very, very, dark eyes. Suddenly, Matthew stood, pulling you with him.

“My my, (name). You've been naughty, distracting me from my work. I’ll have to punish you. His grin was anything but innocent, and you caught your breath. Then to your utter shock , he swept a hand across his desk, sending paper and pens flying, and tossed you down on it.

Before you could even blink, your wrists were pinned above your head, and he was looming over you. Then, your lips met again. I think you can guess what happened after that, for hours after that, actually.To this day you marveled at the dark, seductive side of your boyfriend. Where on earth had it even come from? Then again, he was raised by a Frenchman.