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'Have this report on my desk by nine. No excuses.' Those were your boss William's parting words to you this morning. He's been very cold towards you lately, ever since an unfortunate incident a few weeks ago; an unexpected encounter with a demon during routine collection had left your blouse torn to shreds at the front, exposing a great deal of your chest. It would have all been okay if William hadn't appeared before you had the chance to change! But alas, he'd grown concerned about how long it was taking you to do such a simple task and decided to look for you.
He hasn't looked you in the eyes since.
You sigh in frustration. Truth be told, you've something of a crush on the stoic reaper. He's very handsome man and, despite his cold exterior, you can tell he cares deeply for the people under his jurisdiction. You're pretty sure he cares about you too, but his actions at present seem to suggest something else. Maybe he has some kind of problem with your work at the moment? You make a mental note to ask him when you drop your paperwork off later.
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A few hours pass in what feels like minutes, and you hear a tapping on the edge of your desk. Grell.
'Hello, Sweetie. Working on something for Will again? I swear that man… you'd think he'd go easy on us ladies. Especially when he fancies one of them!' Grell sighs dramatically, and you laugh at his antics. How long will it take for him to realise William wasn't interested in him? 'Oh you laugh now, but how long will it take for him to finally give in to his feelings? I bet you it's only a matter of time before he has you pinned against something hard, with something even harder between your legs!' Your laughing stops. Did he mean…
'Oh, you though I was talking about myself! No my dear, it's you who's got his heart all a-flutter. Why do you think he's been so distant lately? Why, repressed feelings, of course! That man is desperate for you, I know I the signs.' He winks. 'Why don't you unbutton that blouse of yours before you hand your work in? I bet a little cleavage will be more than enough to break that harsh visage of his.' You blush bright red, and Grell disappears, chasing after someone.
What if Grell was right? What if William does fancy you? It can't hurt to find out if he does. Worse cast scenario is he'll put you on suspension. Best case? Grell mentioned something about pinning you against something hard…
You work faster than you've ever worked before, determined to see William as soon as possible.
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You manage to finish at seven, a whole two hours earlier than asked. That's definitely a good start. Taking Grell's advice, you unbutton your blouse far enough to show off your cleavage. You just hope William notices.
You give his door a firm knock. The office always feels eerie in the evenings, every other member of dispatch out collecting souls. You hear an 'enter' from the other side of the door, and do as instructed.
William is sat behind his desk, perusing another report. He looks up at you, then checks the clock on his desk. 'Hm, early I see. Excellent. Leave it on my desk, then you're free to leave.' His eyes fall back to the report he's been reading. You place it on the desk, but make no move to leave. He seems to notice. 'Was there something…' he catches sight of your chest. 'Your… your attire is most unsuitable for a work environment. I suggest you button up.' Instead of listening, you cross your arms under your chest, pushing your breasts up even further. William rises from his desk.
'Don't make me ask you again. Button. Up. Now.' His gaze is so intense you almost falter, but you hold your own. He stalks towards you, and end up walking backwards until your back hits the door. He puts his hands on the door, one on either side of you head, and leans in. 'Final warning. Button up or face the consequences.' Sadist that you are, you feel yourself getting wet. Who knew being spoken to like this could get you so worked up.
You raise your hands to your blouse, and for a second William thinks you've finally heeded his words. Instead, you look him straight in the eyes as you undo the rest of the buttons on your blouse before removing it completely, leaving your torso clad in a simple nude bra. This is the final straw for William, who uses his whole body to pin you to the door as he begins plundering your mouth.
His kiss is electrifying, like it's made of pure want and lust. He forces his tongue into your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
William's body moves on autopilot, one hand leaving the door to slide your skirt up. He strokes the front of your underwear, and groans deeply when he finds them soaked through. He wraps your leg around his waist, grinding his erection against you.
You break the kiss for air, and William starts attacking your neck. He bites down before sucking hard, and you're certain you'll be left with a mark, but you can't bring yourself to give a single fuck.
You slide a hand down to his crotch, and he moves back slightly so you can start to undo his trousers. When they're undone, you do your best to slide them down. They pool around his knees. You try to pull down his boxers, but find that much more difficult. William eventually removes his other hand from the door and does it for you, pulling them down to his meet his trousers before wrapping your other legs around his waist. When that task is complete, his hand returns to its place by your head.
The hand playing with your underwear moves them to one side, signalling he's planning to enter you soon. Before he does, he whispers in your ear. 'You have no idea how much I've wanted to take you like this. How many times this exact scenario has played out in my mind. Tell me you want this too, and I'll take you so hard you'll have to crawl out of this office because your legs can't take your weight on their own.' His words make you even more aroused, and you try your best to think of a response. Eventually, you think of a fitting one.
'William T Spears, this is your final warning. Fuck me now or face the con…' you don't have to finish your sentence; he pulls your underwear to one side and glides straight into you.
He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his intrusion before he starts slamming you against the door, putting all the strength he can muster into every single one of his thrusts.
All you can do is cry his name as he takes you. You feel pleasure coursing through your body, and you know it won't be long before your cries become a shout of pure ecstasy.
He changes his angle slightly by moving your hips away from the door, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. You hope no one has entered the general vicinity as you scream William's name, gyrating your hips against his as you work through your orgasm.
Your movements are enough to send William over too, and you feel him release inside of you as he bites your shoulder again to muffle his cry of your name.
As you both come down from your respective highs, William pulls out at sets you down. True to his earlier promise, your legs are too weak to hold your weight; you collapse into a heap on the floor.
William sits next you on the floor. You both look at each other, and for a while you say nothing. Eventually, he breaks the silence.
'The next time I tell you to button up, feel free to ignore me again.'