Work Text:
"Hey babe, can I use your laptop for a sec? I need to check my email real quick but I didn't brought mine with me."
Your boss has sent you multiple texts back to back asking you to check some important draft.
"My laptop? You mean the computer Seven gifted me?"
"It's called a laptop. the difference is you can carry your laptop anywhere while personal computer sits at your desk."
His blindness about electronic devices is funny. He was using Windows 98 up until a few days ago. You didn't know Windows 98 was still running until you saw that photo in the chatroom.
"Okay sure, help yourself!"
You sit on his small laptop desk and started the brand new laptop. Username 'ZEN' appeared in front of you. You pressed enter. No password was set as it led to the default windows background and basic settings on desktop. You checked to find out the browser was Explorer. Maybe you should download a better browser on his computer so he can have an easier access to internet.
"Babe are you still using Explorer? I'll download a better search engine for you. Also set up a password word this just in case."
"Uhhh... I'm not sure how I can set up a password for this... laptop? Yeah... Do whatever you want but please don't mess up stuff too much I'm already confused about it all..."
You opened up his oldschool browser and got in your mail account. It was as quick as you thought. Ten minutes and you are done with your work. While you were doing your thing, Zen left the house for some groceries, he will be back anytime soon.
You never actually seen him use his computer at all so you wondered, what could he be doing on here anyways? You pressed CTRL+H and looked through the list. It's not like you to go through your boyfriend's stuff, you trust him obviously.
Romance movie on a pirate movie site, weather forecast, another romance movie, audition for local theatre, youtube skincare tutorial, good boy- WHAT?! A bunch of ASMR videos back to back. Good boy ASMR, Petplay ASMR..?
Then there are more normal stuff again with clothing shops and more movies and... more ASMR... What does he even do with that?
Imagines of him lying on his bed flashed inside your head. One hand between his thighs, rubbing his cock slowly, dragging the feeling out, the other exploring his own body... Desperate moans slipping out but not too much that's gonna cover up the voice of that woman whoever she is.
Your imagination was struck by jealousy you felt because why is he not asking you to talk this nicely to him and instead he prefers some other lady with no face? Does he not like you that way? Are you not enough for him? Is your voice not soothing enough? Is it because your voice comes out rougher than you would like because of your smoking? Are your words not soft to get him going in that way?
"I'm home! Are you still working?"
Zen enters the room to find you still on his desk, lost in thought. He's far enough to not see what you have on screen but he still sees the your frown on your face. He comes over and puts a hand on your shoulder.
"Is something wrong?"
"Zen what the fuck is this..?"
He takes a look at the screen and felt his entire body burn up and down. He stuttered out words that are unrecognisable, he was so embarrassed he couldn't form a proper sentence.
"How did you see that?! You can check what I've looked through internet like that?"
He doesn't know that browsers keep history? You knew he wasn't good with these stuff but is he seriously that nescient?
"Forget about that! Why are you listening to random women praising their microphone. Do you not like my voice enough..?"
"NO! No no nono it's not that!!" He was waving his hands around, sweating furiously. "It's just- JUST... I don't know... I've been listening that stuff for a while. EVEN BEFORE we started dating I SWEAR! I was lonely and that... It's not like I like those women. I sometimes imagine it's you saying those stuff for me..."
Oh!
"You can ask me to praise you anytime. You don't need to imagine while the real thing is here yeah?"
You gave him a wink saying that. Your mood was fixed for sure. So he likes that? How could you not figure it out before. His both hands were on table, avoiding your gaze and he looked so beautiful like that for sure.
"You know this shyness looks good on you. I should embarrass you more maybe."
He lifted his head enough to meet your gaze once and buried his head back in his arms.
"So you like that? But you don't deserve praise right now. You did bad. You asked for attention from people who don't even know you. How could they tell you how gorgeous you look when you are sleeping in my arms, face buried in my chest. They can never tell you how your luscious hair sways around when you dance around the house. They will never know how beautiful your voice sounds even when you crack on certain high notes. None of those women see you sweating, barely breathing after exercise, sweat deliciously rolling down your tight body. Do they tell you that?"
By the time you finish Zen has small tears rolling down his face, he was so hard it was even visible through his ice blue jeans. Red blush on his face was a good match for his ruby eyes that are glistening with tears.
He grabbed your hand that was on the table and tugging on it harshly.
"Bed?? NOW??"
"Only if you promise to call me when you want to imagine me instead of asking for the real thing. Good boys ask before anything, yeah?"
He stood there, considering. Maybe not considering and too stunned. You're not sure.
"I PROMISE I'll call you when I'm... needy... Please I need you NOW."
"Okay, puppy."
He lifted you up from the chair, swung you over his shoulder to bring you to bed. Desperate much?