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Freja knocked on the door, buzzing with excitement. Her superior had agreed to her meeting request. She had been working so hard the past few months to impress him, and it looked like it was finally paying off!
“Enter,” he called out.
She walked inside, where Private Sarioglu was sitting at his desk, glasses perched on his handsome face as he typed on his laptop. Her heart skipped a beat. She was very aware of the crush she had on her superior. He was kind and intelligent, if not hard on her and the junior agents to be better at their work, but you always got the vibe that he cared. Freja had been very careful when talking to him, though. She didn’t want to risk her job for something as small as fraternization. Plus he was ten years her senior, and that was a major issue, too.
Yet it was hard not to be attracted to him. In addition to his charming personality, he was hot as hell. His well groomed fluffy hair with the greys, his sharp cheekbones, the beard that was cut neat and professional, not to mention those full lips and fluttery eyelashes. He was built like a tank, too, tall with broad shoulders, yet he was lean and lithe at the same time. His uniform covered a lot, typical with Overwatch garb, but Freja could tell he was hiding some impressive musculature.
Above all that, she loved his eyes. They were a piercing red, completely unique. They saw so much of the world Freja hadn’t noticed yet. They betrayed his feelings even when he was wearing his poker face, although right now they weren’t really showing her anything.
“You wanted a meeting, Skov?”
His tone was neutral, but Freja loved the way he said her name. Like it, like she, meant something.
“I wanted to talk about a promotion.”
Private Sarioglu looked up from his work, eyebrow raised. He closed his laptop and took off his glasses, setting them on the desk. He leaned back in his chair. “Please. Have a seat.”
She sat down, trying not to look too eager about it.
“Now, why do you think you should get a promotion?”
“Well, sir, I’ve been working really hard recently.” She started counting on her fingers. “I’ve been going above and beyond for my squadmates, taking extra chores and responsibilities, and I’ve been building strategies that Captain Amari herself says are impeccable. I think–no, I know that I’ve proven I am dedicated to Overwatch.”
He folded his hands together, closing his eyes. “Skov, you simply can’t demand a promotion, especially if you have to tell me why you’ve earned it.”
Tears stung her eyes, rejection settling in her chest, cold and uncomfortable. “But I–”
“I should notice these things on my own,” Private Sarioglu continued. “And I haven’t. So if you’ll please leave, I have work to do.”
“And there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” He nodded. Her lip wobbled. She stood up. “Of course. I… of course, sir.”
She turned, walking to the door, hoping she wouldn’t break down crying before leaving the room, when he spoke again.
“Well, there is something you could do to prove it.”
Freja faced him again. He was smiling now, although it wasn’t exactly friendly, moreso… predatory, like he was a hunter having found his next meal. A shiver went down her spine, and a heat filled her abdomen, making her warm all over.
“Wh–What is it?”
He stood up, walking around his desk in a slow yet deliberate saunter. She knew she should’ve stepped away when he had gotten closer, but she can’t be blamed for that when he’s sex on legs. Centimeters away from her, Private Sarioglu tilted her chin up with his hand.
“I may have augmentations, Skov, but I’m still a man. A man with needs, a man with… desires.”
Her face felt hot, and try as she might she couldn’t keep her eyes away from his crotch, which was… bulging to put it lightly. “O–Oh…”
He snaked an arm around her waist, and suddenly she could feel his hard on against her abdomen, insistent and impossible to ignore. “You’ll find I’m very easy to persuade once you know how to do it.”
Freja pressed her hands against his chest, lightly pushing him back, stepping away until she was against the door, unable to retreat any further. “S–Sir, this is against regulations–”
He surged forward, hand slamming on the door next to her head, pressing his body against hers again. He had changed angles, and now his erection was against her mon pubis. She held in her moan, barely.
“To hell with regulations,” he snapped, voice deep, in a way she could only describe as lustful. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think you’re being subtle, but you’re not, Skov. I can tell you want me.”
“I…”
He looked her in the eyes, his pupils blown, and she could see through the cracks of his composure–he wanted her. If she was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.
“Do you want that promotion?”
She could feel herself dripping, slickness lining her inner thigh as her pussy felt like it was on fire. She didn’t trust her voice, so all she could do was nod.
“Then you’re going to listen.”
He backed away, and Freja took a deep breath, glad to have some space between them. Private Sarioglu walked back to his desk, sitting in the chair and pushing it back. He beckoned her forward with a finger.
She hesitated, and he snapped his fingers. “I can also be impatient, Skov.”
That was all she needed. She walked over to his desk, before moving past it, until she was next to him.
“Kneel.”
She trembled slightly as she got onto her knees.
“Now crawl under the desk.”
Freja did what she was told, going until she was under the desk. It was tall enough that she wouldn’t bump her head at least.
“Face me.”
She turned until she was looking in his direction. He adjusted his chair until she was making perfect eye contact with his crotch. He spread his legs, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down far enough until she could see his bare skin, because he wasn’t wearing any sort of underwear.
“Pull me out.”
With shaky hands, she reached into his pants and wrapped a hand around his cock, carefully pulling it out. It was hot in her hands, a good seven inches, maybe even eight, with an impressive girth, too. Her fingers caressed the veins she could see, as her eyes drifted from the head to the foreskin to the base, where a thick patch of dark hair surrounded it, and his testicles hung.
He reached down, hand running along her jaw. “So good at following orders.”
“Th–Thank you, sir.”
“And such a pretty mouth. Would be a shame not to put it to good use, hm?”
His hand moved until it was on the back of her head. He pushed her forward slowly, giving her plenty of time to retreat. She didn’t. Freja didn’t run from anything. She opened her mouth, taking the tip of him inside. He was warmer inside of her than he was against her hand, and her eyes slid closed, her insides almost as hot as he was. She hesitantly pressed her tongue against the divot in the head, tasting the precum. It was musky, heady, and she thought she could get drunk off of him if she tried.
He pulled her close and pushed further in. She was almost overwhelmed with how much of him was inside her mouth. She licked up and down the shaft, hollowing her cheeks to squeeze him deeper. He let out a Turkish swear, followed by a chuckle.
“Oh, you want that promotion, don’t you, underling?”
Her pussy clenched once, tight and intense, making her whine around him, as it continued to throb afterwards. It was so degrading. She knew her mother didn’t raise her like this; her mom was a wartime leader, a figurehead for their people, and yet here Freja was letting her superior use her.
She loved it. She hated how much she loved it.
“You liked that, huh? Open your eyes and look at me.” She did so, watching him as he watched her intensely, an aroused flush on his smirking face. “A good underling knows to obey the orders she’s given by her superior. If I were to promote you, we’d be working together much more often, and I’d be giving you many more orders. Show me you understand.”
She nodded once.
“Good girl.”
She had never been so turned on in her life. She felt like she was ready to come and she wasn’t even naked.
“Can you take more of me, underling?”
She nodded again. He pushed himself further inside her, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. Freja had to remind herself to keep breathing through her nose, her eyes watering as she started to swallow. That made him push forward again. She didn’t think she could take more of him, but that didn’t stop him as he put her gag reflex to the test.
“Am I pushing you too far, underling?” Private Sarioglu asked. She glanced at his face, seeing the real Emre underneath, breaking character for a moment. He was giving her a chance to tap out. As if she’d take it; she was having the time of her life. She couldn’t nod anymore, so she winked instead. He put the mask back on, his hand tightening on her hair. “If you’re going to be leading your own team, you need to prove you can take anything that comes your way.”
That’s when he started thrusting. Gently at first, pulling back and slamming forward, as she was helpless to do anything but keep her mouth open. Her cunt throbbed in time with his thrusts, a particularly hard one making her clench particularly hard, so much so she thought she was going to come right then and there.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he murmured. “Taking me so, so well. I almost thought you were going to leave the office when I propositioned you. I should’ve known you were also a slut, underling.”
She whimpered, the combination of him fucking her throat and the words he was saying making a tear trickle down her cheek. It was all so much, so much and yet not enough.
“And look at how eager you are. Practically begging me to fuck you like that. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck you? Do you want my dick in that slutty pussy of yours?
Her insides were searing hot, helpless to her own desire and the feel of him in her mouth.
“You’re not even complaining about being on the floor, on your knees. I knew there was a reason you were my favorite.”
The praise made her dizzy, although that was probably because of how hard he was fucking her mouth and throat.
“Show me how much you want me. Let me see you finger yourself, underling.”
She fumbled for her pants, undoing the buttons and pushing the fabric down along with her panties. Her hand found her pussy, soaking wet, and she slipped two fingers between her inner walls, relief flooding her system.
His other hand rested against her face, wiping away the light tears. “You’re gorgeous like this, Skov. Better than any wet dream or fantasy I could ever imagine.”
Her pussy squeezed her fingers, and god she was so close, she was so close…
“I’m going to come in your mouth, now. I know you can take it.”
I can, I can, I can!
His composure was failing, desire slipping through the cracks, betraying how affected he really was like this. “Come on, Skov! Come on!
He thrust into her mouth a few more times before he pulled back, cock no longer against the back of her throat. He let out a groan, and she swallowed his release eagerly, loving the feel of his warm come against her tongue. Her pussy kept throbbing around her fingers, but right as she thought she was about to finish, Private Sarioglu’s hand yanked her wrist, pulling her hand out. He backed up, his half-hard cock falling from her lips.
“Sir?” she asked, equal parts frustrated and intrigued.
“Get up.”
She crawled out from under the desk as he stood up. She was panting, getting to her feet and off her sore knees. She barely had time to recover before he was spinning her around, bending her over the desk. Freja braced herself on the wood as he thrust inside her pussy, slamming all the way to the hilt without hesitation.
“Oh, god!”
She felt him grow harder inside of her, and he adjusted his position to avoid hitting her cervix. Private Sarioglu unzipped her jacket, slipping his hand under her tanktop and cupping her breast.
“No bra? Oh, underling, you dirty girl.”
His thumb ran over her nipple, and she pulsed around him, unable to remember the last time she was this horny. Then again, it was hard to remember anything at all when they were like this.
“I’ve dreamed of you like this. You bent over my desk, begging for my cock, telling me how much you want me.”
“Private–”
“I’ve thought about you sitting on my lap, pussy full of me, sometimes your ass while I finger you.”
She arched her back, thighs trembling as he kept massaging her breast before moving on to the other one.
“I’ve wanted to taste you as you come apart, pussy facing the door so anyone can come in and witness how much you belong to me.” He nibbled at her ear lobe, voice dropping to a low whisper. “Why do you think some of your colleagues stopped flirting with you? They know you’re mine, and nobody fucks what’s mine.”
Her brain had stopped working at this point, chasing sensations as he fucked her hard and fast, her nails digging into the desk.
“Since you arrived on base for orientation, I knew I needed to have you. You were so beautiful, so excited, I simply couldn’t resist your charms.”
“I–I’m gonna–” She yelped as his hand smacked her ass. “Sir!”
He chuckled. “Don’t act so scandalized now, Skov. We’ve come too far for that. Well… I’ve come. You haven’t.”
He pinched her nipple, and her eyes rolled back. “Pl–Please, sir, please let me come, please!”
He slowed his pace, and Freja was filled with an almost murderous frustration.
“I’m not sure. I’m getting quite tired–”
“I swear to fucking god, Emre, if you don’t keep going I will kill you.”
Emre laughed, slamming back into her, using his regular voice, showing her how much he was really affected. “So much for… staying in character…”
His hand snaked down to her clit, giving her that extra stimulation, and it was all over. Her inner walls squeezed around his cock, and she felt him start to come inside her again as the waves rolled through her. Her eyes rolled back, her body undulating to the rhythm of her release, each breath absolute heaven, her abused pussy dripping onto his cock as he filled her with his seed. The world went white for a good minute, her senses completely blissed out, vaguely aware of Emre holding her close to his chest, hand on her abdomen.
Reality came back to her bit by bit, her legs feeling like jelly almost, shaky and unsteady. Emre was kissing her neck, her jaw, her ear, anything he could reach, whispering words of praise as he did it.
“You did so good, canim, you were so good. Took me so well. Fuck, you’re amazing, you’re so glorious…”
Freja sighed in relief, raising her arm above her head, snaking it around Emre’s head, pulling him close so she could turn her face and kiss him. It wasn’t a long kiss, but she didn’t really have the words to voice how she was feeling, just needing his mouth against hers so she could show him how fucking awesome that was. He made an amused sound against her lips, the vibration matching the echoes of orgasm that were starting to fade. She pulled away, slowly grasping his cock and bringing it out of her, pussy sore and stretched in the best way. She grabbed the thick blanket they brought off of the bookshelf and laid it on the floor.
Freja practically collapsed on top of it, laying flat on her back and staring at the ceiling, cool air running over her cunt. Emre laid next to her, reaching for her hand with his human one. She let him take it, breathing deeply, barely able to string two words together in her head aside from ‘sex good sex so good good sex’.
As if reading her thoughts, Emre asked, “Was it good?”
She burst out laughing, tears stinging her eyes again. “Oh my god, Emre, read the fucking room, I loved it. For helvede, I’ve never come that hard. I just hope your parasite doesn’t get all bitchy about it. Devoting that much processing power to keeping you hard must’ve pissed it off.”
“It’ll live, with enough water and food.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m asking ‘cause I wanna do it again. Not this specifically, but there’s a lot of possibilities.”
“We need to get as much mileage out of this uniform as possible,” Freja teased. “Cosplay isn’t cheap.”
“Seeing you in your old get-up was worth everything.” He looked into her eyes, smiling like the sap he was. “I always thought you were gorgeous in that jacket, though I wished I could see your hair down more often.”
Freja smiled, feeling herself blush. “Did it make you feel better? You know, being in control?”
He turned on his side, wrapping his other arm around her, pulling her closer. “More than you could ever know. I know you’re still getting used to being on bottom–”
“It’s getting less intimidating for sure. I used to think I was weak for wanting it.”
He brought their joined hands up to his lips and kissed her thumb. “You’re stronger than me. You always have been. But everyone needs a break from being the strong one sometimes.”
Before he could move his hands away, Freja leaned forward, sucking his thumb into her mouth. He groaned, closing his eyes as her tongue swirled around the pad.
“Damn, Freja. We can’t keep going, Vendetta will be expecting us back soon.”
Freja released the digit, sighing. “Sadly.”
Their boss hadn’t asked why they needed the abandoned office space for the afternoon; if she had, they probably wouldn’t have gone through with their playtime.
“I love you, underling.”
A shiver went through her body at that. “I love you too, Private.”