WEDNESDAY: OFFICE
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We're playing in the office and anything is a fair game. Office space, innappropariate use of a desk, porn on the computer, photocopying your ass, photocopying more than your ass, evil bosses and naughty secretaries. Let your imagination go wild. Excesive use of the Torchwood fandom is highly encuraged in this one.
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
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Supernatural, Dean Smith/Sam Wesson, appropariate work attitude
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, report
And remember to post no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom per person. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
cala_jane again, I hope you're all warmed up for today's theme.We're playing in the office and anything is a fair game. Office space, innappropariate use of a desk, porn on the computer, photocopying your ass, photocopying more than your ass, evil bosses and naughty secretaries. Let your imagination go wild. Excesive use of the Torchwood fandom is highly encuraged in this one.
Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
For example:
Supernatural, Dean Smith/Sam Wesson, appropariate work attitude
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, report
And remember to post no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom per person. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-26 07:18 pm (UTC)And just his luck-- the only seat left was next to that creepy kid from tech support, the one who kept trying to get Dean to join his little crusade against demons and ghosts. He sat down reluctantly, thankful the guy seemed to be sleeping through the entire meeting.
He'd come in just a little late, but he was the director of sales and marketing, so no one batted an eye. The public speaker was already going. “Sexual harassment can come in many forms: unwelcome physical contact, demands for sexual favors, suggestive remarks, innuendos or lewd comments..”
“Mmm.. Dean,” Sam chose that moment to start talking in his sleep. His moaning only got louder as time progressed, eliciting giggles from the employees surrounding them. Dean inched away, not entirely sure how to handle this appropriately. “Oh, yeah.. I like.. when you do that.”
Dean loosened his tie a little, horribly embarrassed by this point.
“Do that.. thing.. with the-- oh, yeah, I like that. Dean..” Sam moaned a little louder, until the public speaker started to stare at the both of them.
Dean felt like throwing his hands in the air, just to prove that he had no part in any of it. Instead, he did what felt a little too-right and smacked the man in the shoulder. He hissed under his breath. “Wake up, dumbass.”
Sam jerked away, sitting up straight and wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his lip. He kicked Dean lightly in the leg under the table. “Jerk.”
“I'm sorry, Ma'am. Please continue.” Dean told the public speaker who was still starring at them. The meeting proceeded, but when it finally finished up Dean couldn't shake the idea that he'd fought like that with Sam before. It was almost like fighting with one of his brothers back at home, entirely all too familiar. He'd had that feeling before-- like something was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't quite find the words.
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 04:48 am (UTC)It's a paper weight
Date: 2009-05-22 03:00 am (UTC)"Can you believe someone sits here all day and uses this to put unimportant papers together or this," Jack said lifting the paper weight from where it was doing it's job of holding a stack of papers down.
"It's a paper weight," Ianto said not understanding the significance.
"It's so," Jack said and squirmed in his seat, "Basic."
Ianto raised a brow than noticed something disturbing.
"Do you have an erection?" Ianto asked somewhere between disgusted and amused.
"What can I say? I have a thing for office's?" Jack said with a soft laugh. He went to get up and Ianto pushed him back down.
"You asked me out the first time in an office. Does that meant you were just hot off the funiture?"
"No, but it helped," Jack said with a greedy smile because he knew that look on Ianto's face. He smiled big.
"Guess in that case we should thank it," Ianto said moving his mouth down and capturing Jack's.
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 08:25 am (UTC)Parker just smiled at them and continued to relax atop Nate's desk. "Hi, guys."
"Oh for goodness' sake, you had the whole office this afternoon," said Sophie, "We need Nate's office to work."
"THAT'S what you think is most wrong with this scenario, Sophie?" Nathan asked as he and Eliot faced the other way.
"It's not what you think -" Alec objected.
"Really?" said Eliot with a smirk, "You're naked with a girl on a desk for some other reason? Were you playing strip World of Warcraft?"
"No, although that _would_ be an awesome game. We were just - um - you know... "
Parker giggled. "Nothing's better than doing it on Nate's desk."
Sophie rolled her eyes, grabbed the needed file from the cabinet and walked out. "Let's meet in the lobby when everyone's done with their ... appointed tasks."
"Come on, Nate, let's give them their privacy," Eliot said, grabbing Nate's hand to drag him from the room.
"But my desk -- and my papers? What do you think they did with my papers? And my "In" box?"
"Get over it, Nate. I mean, can you really blame them? You know as well as I do that there's no place like your desk." Eliot grinned at him.
Nathan relaxed a little. "Well, I think we need to find a new spot if that one is now public property."
"I have the perfect place."
And after they shuddered and moaned and sweated all over Hardison's computer room, Eliot said, "Admit, Nate. Revenge is sweet."
"Not revenge, Eliot. Justice."
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:55 am (UTC)..proof I've stayed up too late tonight..
Date: 2009-05-23 07:18 am (UTC)Sam snickered next to Dean, amused to no end.
Castiel growled under his breath while checking the Big Book. It was like Santa's list, who'd been naughty and who'd been nice. He spoke quietly, “I switched places with St. Peter when I heard you were coming up. If it was up to him, you'd be back on your way to hell right now after the way you two acted.”
“Oh, come on,” Sam started. He shrugged and held up his hands as if to feign innocence. “We just lost our way a little and started killing innocent humans. What's so wrong about that?”
“Don't forget the baby eating. Man, I love me some baby burger.” Dean added. Then he poked Sam in the arm, “You know, this is all your fault. If you hadn't drank the demon blood, you wouldn't have gone evil and I wouldn't have followed you down that road.”
“Why is it always my fault when we end up going evil and destroying the world?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Gee, should I give you the list--”
“Quiet!” Castiel put his hands to his head, tired of the bickering. It was why he left the brothers and came back to heaven in the first place. “I'm trying to get you into heaven here and I can't find anything in this paperwork that would allow you entrance into the sacred garden, and the two of you are not helping!”
“Wow, Cas. Don't freak out on us, man.” Dean waved his hands in the air, mocking the battle that Castiel was rapidly losing with his patience. “We're just trying to have a little fun. Not that angels know anything about fun.”
“Okay, that's it--” Castiel slammed the Big Book shut, “Go to Hell. I mean that literally. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two-hundred dollars. Go. Now. Goodbye.”
Dean gave him puppy dog eyes, but left with Sam anyway. As they walked off into the distance, Castiel heard the last few words of their endless banter trail off. “Hey, do you think they still have hot tubs and hot demons chicks down there, Sammy?”
Castiel sighed. Those two would never learn.
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-03 01:47 am (UTC)"I herd Pendragon got a new secretary."
"Oh? Let's see how long before he takes the lass to bed!"
"No, his father made him hire a lad this time."
"Well... Pendragon senior is delusional if he thinks that'll stop his son from sleeping with his subordinate."
"You thing Arthur might be... bisexual?"
"Have you seen the way he looks at Lancelot?"
"I think you're imagining things."
"Even so, this new secretary is a bit cute in my opinion. His features are a bit odd, but they really work for him."
"Oh, are you two talking about Merlin? He's very sweet, but I'm not sure how long he'll last."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard him and Pendragon arguing not half an hour after Merlin arrived."
"What about?"
"Merlin basically told Pendragon he was a prat."
"Pendragon could use an assistant that tells him things straight up."
"They'll be at each other's throats by the end of the week."
* * *
"Three months in and the boss is already bedding his assistant."
"I heard it was Merlin who seduced Arthur."
"What? No! He's too sweet to do that!"
"So sweet that he might not of realized what he was doing."
"Maybe."
"But three months, I don't think Pendragon has ever waited that long to bed someone."
"Maybe this will turn out to be a good thing. Arthur's become a bit kinder since Merlin started working for him. Their relationship could make this company run even smoother."
"Or cause it to crash and burn."
"Shh, here comes Will, he'll run back to Merlin and tell him anything we say... Hi Will! Did you see the new Doctor Who?..."
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:57 am (UTC)After hours, Hardison/Parker, R
Date: 2009-05-20 10:03 pm (UTC)"I want you to play with me instead," she says as she gyrates her hips, creating delicious pressure on his groin.
"Anything for you," he mumbles before dipping his head and capturing a nipple between his teeth. He also makes a mental note to save the security footage for later... usage.
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Date: 2009-05-20 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:02 am (UTC)Imperfect Gentleman
Date: 2009-06-22 04:20 am (UTC)He gives her a whistle, and she smiles. She's not really angry with him.
"Are you going to make me knock every time I wanna see you?" He comes further into the room, hugging her from behind.
"Well, that depends, would you want to see me everyday?" She turns around, putting her arms around his neck.
"Of course, every day," he answers her softly. His hand is trailing gently along her back, until his fingertips hit the zipper. He unzips the dress, staring intently at Prue, before he leans in to kiss her cheek, moving slowly towards her mouth.
The dress slips off, and Andy goes for her lacy, black bra next. She moans and that encourages him to touch her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
He fondles her breasts some more before leading her toward the bed. She lies down, taking him with her, moaning in pleasure and assaulting him with passionate kisses.
He's happy that he didn't knock.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-20 09:04 pm (UTC)Castiel had blinded the demons at the edges of Hell long enough to stretch his wings out, out, out, right into the depths of the netherworld. He’d flung aside the demonic torturer who had been smiling at his victim (he knows, now, why Alistair had been so thrilled; it wasn’t the usual excitement of a new body to scar with his teeth and nails and cock and blades, but a new apprentice, someone who’d already given up to Alistair’s demands – to become the torturer, not the tortured). He had torn out the hunter with a burning, smoking hand and left him to claw his way through his grave.
Or maybe, maybe, he hadn’t simply left. He’d watched, even when Uriel came and snarled in his face – “Fuck me tonight, Castiel.” He’d sneered and kissed the other angel, hard enough to bruise, if Cas had been anything other than divine: “That is an order.”
“We are partners, Uriel. You are not my boss.” Uriel’s face had contorted with fury and hatred, and Castiel had fled before he could say anything to further antagonise the cold-eyed angel. He had taken refuge in a vessel, a pious man who had shown an interest in becoming Castiel’s body – it had been odd to have such constraints as skin and bones.
And then, Dean was free and back with his brother, and Castiel, eventually, managed to meet them. Dean had been suspicious at first, then outright hostile: but despite his anger, he hadn’t been able to quash the lingering hope that there was something other than evil, that there really was a force for good in the world. Castiel had been so touched by the other man’s innocent hopes that he had been unable to correct the other; he’d smiled gently and kissed away his tears, tasting the salt and feeling heat plunge through his belly.
In the aftermath, their first, he rests his head on his hunter’s chest and listens to the steady thrum of his heart. He wonders when it all changed, when this became more than just an order to follow – when it was love, not duty, that kept him at Dean’s side.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:15 am (UTC)You'll be the death of me
Date: 2010-02-15 01:23 am (UTC)Smiling as Logan placed both hands on her hips she almost laughed when he asked, “What are you doing to me Mars?”
Reaching up to pepper kissing along his jaw she whispered, “I’m try to get you to help me test out the sturdiness of my desk silly.”
“Oh well if that’s all we can put your desk in my truck and go somewhere where your father can’t walk in on us.”
“Firstly I don’t think we could pick up this desk and secondly,” she said before pulling open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere as she watched Logan’s gaze drop to her front closing bra, “I’m all ready for you here.”
Leaning forward Logan drew her right nipple into his quickly before letting it go with a pop just as Veronica was starting to moan, “You’ll be the death of me Mars but if we’re going to do it here we are going to do it fast.”
Reaching down to undo his buckle Veronica whispered “Fine by me. Now let’s get a move on already.”
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 07:16 pm (UTC)He was a cruel, mean, snaked tongued…oh wow that tongue was sooo good! No, wait, it was HIM, she couldn’t feel this good because of Draco Malfoy!
Oh but she did!
His tongue continued slipping in and out of her while she gripped his white blond hair. She moaned as she neared her climax.
He snickered as he heard that moan. She was going to com like a freight train, all because of him. He loved the rush of power he felt at having accomplished what Ron apparently could not. He knew it was wrong to be giving his newly acquired ally’s girl the licking of her life, but hey he was a Slytherin after all and Hermione seemed to be enjoying herself.
Suddenly she came with all the power Draco had assumed she would, drenching his face with herself. She lay back on the desk for a moment reveling in the feeling before she started giggling.
Draco frowned. “What’s so funny Granger?”
Hermione giggled again. “Do you even realize that this is Snape’s office? Or that we very well could be kicked out of Hogwarts for this?”
Draco smirked. “Receiving the highest pleasure on a professor’s desk, how could you Miss Granger?”
Hermione smiled. “I don’t know Draco, perhaps you just bring out the bad girl in me.”
Draco smirked again and quirked an eyebrow, “Yeah, well I guess if I bring it out I should be the one to punish you.”
Hermione bit her lip. “Promise?”
Draco smiled this time. He had her. “Oh yes Miss Granger. I think we should start out with some oral exercises.”
Ten minutes later Draco groaned as she took his cock in her mouth. Well maybe it was she that had him, he could live with that.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-20 09:48 pm (UTC)He sighed as he leaned back against the headrest; eyes closing as he tried to stave off his impending migraine. It had been a banner of a day. He had delivered two death sentences, one to a young boy's family and had been approached by every member of House's team at one point or another during the day to do something with their boss who was being worse than his usual intolerable self. It was long after hours, his own paperwork mostly done, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. Everyone else had all scattered to their various after work pursuits, but Wilson stayed put. He knew Sam was home because he turned off his cell phone to avoid the incoming calls and texts asking him when he thought he would make it home.
He just needed a few quiet moments to settle his thoughts and the increasing pounding in his head. His couch would have sufficed. It was long enough for his frame and the cushions soft and yielding, but he couldn't relax there without seeing the broken, distraught look on the mother whom he had informed that it was unlikely her son would live to see his teens. It wasn't just his couch, his own office was no longer a haven for him. It hadn't been for a long time, at least when House wasn't in it. For a long time now, especially when he and House were not getting along and when House had been at Mayfield, when he needed to relax and hanging out with House wasn't an option, he would find himself sitting in House's darkened office after hours. Stretching out in House's Eame's Chair, surrounded by House's books, medical journals, knickknacks and even House's faint scent; he usually found relaxation obtainable.
Tonight was going to be a little more difficult he realized as he felt the ottoman being pushed out from under his feet, brown eyes meeting blue as his flew open.
"Kicking me out of the apartment wasn't enough, pushing me out of my office too?"
Tonight was going to be a lot more difficult he thought, reappraising the situation.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-24 02:23 am (UTC)Like peaches and flowers and everything he's always thought it should smell like.
Her arms around wrapped around him, head resting on his chest.
He's suddenly so happy he bought his chair from the Big 'n' Tall down the street.
She's warm against him, as his fingers thread through her hair.
Fatigue claws at Billy's eyes, his eyes not Doctor Horrible's.
Horrible he was no longer, just delightful.
They're still in his office, apartment, and she stirs.
"Shouldn't we be doing something mindless?" she murmurs, smile tugging at her lips.
The fabric of his shirt has etched lines into pale skin.
His fingertips brush across her lips.
"No, we shouldn't," and he smiles.
Hopefully this is what you wanted. First Doctor Horrible fic.
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 11:06 pm (UTC)“Draw the blinds, would you?” House ask just as quietly.
Wilson raises his eyebrows for a second in surprise before moving to the glass-wall and shutting out the world that continues outside. He crouches next to the chair and sets his hand on House´s shoulder.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
House opens his eyes and stares at him. In the dim light the color of his eyes shines brighter than usual and Wilson is taken aback by the vulnerability he sees in his friends face. He gently squeezes House´s shoulder and offers, what he hopes is, a reassuring smile.
“I´m sorry!” House finally speaks without breaking the eye-contact.
A small frown of confusion enters Wilson´s face before he asks: “For what?”
“This.” House replies and before Wilson knows what´s happening House´s face is only inches away from his own. Wilson forgets his lungs need air and his body seems frozen in time.
Somehow House´s hand found its way to the back of his neck and is tenderly pulling him closer to meet him half way. When House´s soft lips finally touch his, warmness overflows his body. As he slightly opens his mouth to reach for some air, House easily tucks him closer and the tip of House´s tongue runs lightly over his lower lip… offering… asking.
And then just as suddenly, he´s gone. Wilson abruptly opens his eyes to see what´s going on and finds House starring into the conference-room. Before he can put a whole thought together House gets up and storms toward the other room.
Wilson quickly pushes himself up and watches the other man´s back as he walks away; “House?” he tries to call but his word hit the closing glass door.
He watches House deal with his team for a short minute before fleeing to the hallway and walk as fast as his feet can carry him toward the safety of his office, too deep in thought to feel blue eyes watching him as he passes the conference-room wall.
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Date: 2009-05-20 08:57 pm (UTC)*
"House, what are you doing?"
"I´m pushing you toward my table"
"Why?"
"Because I´m going bend you over it and do naugthy things."
"House, we´re at work."
"So?!"
"We can´t do this here, what if someone walks in?"
"So?!"
"You want someone to walk in?"
"I don´t care."
"Well, I do... owww."
"Awww, you want me to kiss the booboo?"
"This isn´t funny, I hurt my ankle."
"You know this office better then me, how could you miss that chair?"
"You must have moved it."
"No, I didn´t. Now get off the floor and do as you´re told."
"I´m not letting you do this."
"Get up and bend over the desk"
"I think I sprained it, can you take a look?"
"I don´t care if it hurts... I said bend over the desk."
"Oww, House."
"Stop complaining and help a cribble out."
"House, stop it."
"---"
"Owww!!!"
"---"
"Shit... Fuck... House..."
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-20 05:39 am (UTC)Criminal Minds, JJ/Will, Inappropriate office phonecalls
Date: 2009-06-24 08:10 pm (UTC)"Will..." JJ got up and closed her office door. "What's up?"
"Nothing. Just laying in my hammock thinking of my beautiful girl."
JJ let out a jealous sigh. "God, that sounds good right now."
Rossi tapped on her office door, opening it.
"We need you."
"Be right there." As Rossi closed the door again she let out a sigh. "Sorry, duty calls."
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The phone rang an hour later when she was walking back from the ladies room.
"Hey, sweet thing."
"Will, now's not a good time."
"I was just having lunch. Picked up some ribs from Louie's. I'm licking the sauce off my fingers."
Indecent noises of pleasure followed and JJ flushed warm at the sounds.
"JJ! Do you have a minute?" Emily said as she tried to pass her desk.
"I have to go," she said into the phone as she turned back to Emily.
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"New case. Be ready for a briefing in fifteen."
Aaron dropped the case folder on her desk and was gone before she could ask any questions.
She let her head fall down on her desk, figuring no one could see her surrounded by the huge stacks of files all over her desk.
This time she called Will.
"Hello, lover," he drawled. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"You have..." she checked her watch and did some mental calculations, "eleven minutes for some highly inappropriate office phone conversation that I so don't care if I get in trouble for."
"That kind of day?" he asked kindly.
"Totally."
"Well then..." Will's drawl settled into the lazy sensual tone she loved best. "You'd better lock that office door, sugar, because I am going to talk your panties wet..."
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Date: 2009-05-20 05:39 am (UTC)Benefucks
Date: 2009-05-20 06:33 am (UTC)The vice president is horrible though. His sound effects during sex make Barney want to giggle, the man sounds like a train whistle's bastard offspring with a hoarse horse. He pounds into Barney and with every thrust asks him if he's hitting his sweet spot. The fucker couldn't hit a hundred foot target with a beach ball if he was standing in front of it. He had to take matters into his own hands. Barney's own fingers find that magic spot of skin behind his balls and presses in to massage his prostate. His eyes roll back into his head and the VP smacks his ass hard. "Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch?"
All in the name of an iPod. If he wasn't so good at fucking his way to the top (why do they say sleeping... that implies napping, not sex... sex is fun), he might just be another dinky programmer in the bottom levels. "Oh yes, Daddy," Barney says and resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Your bitch likes it soooo much." And yawn.
He imagines Marshall as the VP instead... his massive cock tenting his expensive pants, his lovely Lily by his side, clad in a dress that shows her bare little cunt in the right light. "So... the little bitch wants a new phone."
"If that's not to much to ask." Barney would say meekly and hold up his old phone. "This one is so last generation."
And Marshall would open his pants and let his cock spring out like in a porn. "Then show Daddy how much you want it. Bounce in Daddy's lap for him."
Lily would come behind him and undress him, peeling away each item of clothing, licking his newly bare skin, and hanging his clothing on wooden hangers. Unlike Mr. I Balled Your Expensive Suit and Dropped On the Ground, Lily would understand the delicate awesome of his suits. They had spent an evening discussing fabrics once and she had discovered his stash of evening gowns, but instead of laughing, had helped him improve his drag queen skills so he could bag a straight man. The benefits of being bisexual or rather trysexual. What up?
She would lubricate his tight passage (still virgin tight after all the cocks that had been shoved up there, go figure) and he would mount Marshall's hard dick. Lily would stand behind him, spanking his ass a nice cherry red... oh God...
The VP pulled out of him and stripped off his condom. Barney's stomach muscles trembled, the causing the splashes of his jism to quiver. "Was it nice, bitch?" the VP asks, now filling a cell phone upgrade form.
Barney lopsidedly smirks and lies. "You were the best I ever had." Just like everybody else who's fucked the Barnacle Jr. He wonders if next time he can fuck out a promotion.
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Her underwear is plain, they’re just unadorned pale purple briefs that slowly soak through as he licks her through the material. She smells thick, strong, and he pulls back slightly to see, the dark patch under the sodden purple, and under that, the dusky pink of her slit.
He grabs under her knees and pulls her forward in her chair so her ass is teetering on the edge, and he laughs obnoxiously loud when she squeaks in surprise.
“Oh, I am going to completely blow your mind,” Barney says, not even bothering to keep his voice down.
“Barney,” she hisses, “shut –” and the door opens. Barney can hear overpriced loafers and the rustle of a starched suit.
“Victor,” Robin says, over-pleasant, and Barney laughs under his breath. He tries to worm a finger between her legs, peeling the underwear to the side, but Robin’s knees slam shut.
Barney snorts to himself. He listens to what’s going on above him with half an ear, slipping a hand up Robin’s thigh, under her skirt so he can pull her underwear down as far as he can before it snags on her bunched thighs.
“The bossman wants to know…” he hears, and contents himself with stroking the top of Robin’s clit with the tip of his thumb.
It’s all he can reach with her thighs clammed up so tight, but he grins at the hitch in her voice when she says, “Here’s the research for the, ah. The Sumpton story.”
Barney gets the feeling she wants to get out of her seat and show the man out of her office, but she can’t with her skirt pushed up around the waist and the heavy, throbbing feeling between her thighs.
“I’ll get back to him soon, Victor, I’m just swamped at the moment,” she says, and as soon as the door closes, her thighs relax and she kicks him under the table.
“You asshole,” she hisses, but Barney just smiles.
“You love it,” he says, and Robin rolls her eyes. “Now, just lie back and enjoy.”
He peels the underwear the rest of the way off, making sure to trail it slowly down her legs. He inches forward to kneel between her knees, hands in the creases of her thighs so he can keep them apart.
At first, he licks from her hole, up through her wetness to circle her clit and back down, teasing her with by pushing his tongue inside her, but then withdrawing and flicking over her clit in an irregular, maddening rhythm, but Robin’s hands wind into his hair, pulling and pushing his mouth where she wants it and, okay, hot, but also rude, he took a lot of time in front of the mirror that morning to get that look, but then Robin’s panting above him, “God, Barney, just do it,” and he can feel her muscles fluttering under his hands, tensing and relaxing, and he has to feel the heat inside her, so he shifts one hand down, sliding a finger in deep, turning and crooking.
Robin’s hips twitch, fucking into his face, and he latches over her clit and sucks hard, a steady and insistent pressure.
“Shit, yes,” she says, “I’m going to –” and Barney slides in another finger, starting to fuck her properly, and he hums around Robin’s clit, and all it takes is one, two, three thrusts of his fingers and she’s coming, her breath hitching in an effort to keep her moan stuck in her throat. Her fingers tighten over the curve of Barney’s skull, and he knows when he emerges from under her desk his hair will be in spiky tufts. There’s no way he’s not going to walk out of here looking thoroughly debauched, especially with his shining and swollen mouth.
He pulls back, and she pushes out her chair. She looks down at him, her cheeks and neck flushed. He licks his lips and gives her his favorite post-orgasm look, the one that says, ‘Don’t even try to deny you don’t think I’m awesome,’ and she rolls her eyes at him again.
“It was alright,” she says. “I suppose.”
“Puh-lease,” Barney says.
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