Work Text:
Working as a dispatcher for SDN had its perks: spacious cubicles, frequent breaks, and now their newly implemented incentive program. As a thank you for all your hard work, you were given permission to work from home for an entire week. Monday morning you stopped into the office bright and early to grab a single-speaker headset as well as one of the older computers out of storage. Since you were the first to be granted this award, the higher-ups didn’t want to risk any of their good computers showing up missing or broken come Friday evening when you returned it.
Fortunately for you, your coworker Sonar had offered to come help set up the computer, as the older models can be particularly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately for you, he had some ulterior motives.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned.
“Ah-ah-ah, what’d I say?” Sonar practically growled in your ear, “Or do you want everyone to hear you?”
Rolling your eyes, you slipped the headset back on, feeling a shiver go down your spine as he kissed the nape of your neck.
The two of you had been secretly dating for the past few months. What initially began as the occasional hookup, quickly turned into a whirlwind romance. Thankfully, working on separate teams and often separate floors made it easy to hide, only risking passing glances and warm smiles on lunch breaks. However, you had a sneaking suspicion that he was less than enthused about your arrangement, and your current position only confirmed it.
Sitting at your desk, you were situated on Sonar's lap, both of you still in your work uniforms apart from your missing pants. With his legs spread and slacks unzipped, you could feel the bulge in his boxers through your underwear. He had given you simple instructions: don’t make a sound, and keep moving, or else he threatened to take your headset and describe whatever state you were in with excruciating detail. Taking a small breath, you returned your focus to the team, doing your best to effectively handle the incoming requests as you ground your hips against him.
“Mmm, there you go,” he murmured against your neck, his hands finding their way to your hips forcing you to grind harder. “Next time I won’t be so nice.”
The following minutes were surprisingly peaceful; his hands stayed firmly planted on your hips with his head buried in your shoulder, quietly chirping against your skin. Once you had almost forgotten your current situation, you felt one of his hands traveling to the front of your panties, gently caressing your folds through the fabric. The feeling made your hips jerk, making you realize just how worked up you really were.
“You like that?” he asked with a small laugh, roughly pressing his fingers against your clit.
A jolt of pleasure shot through your body, causing a small noise to escape your throat.
“Everything alright?” One of your heroes asked.
“Yeah, sorry, I just have a scratchy throat today”
It was then that you felt dark fur tickle at the sensitive skin behind your ear, followed by a low hum, “You probably like this, huh? The thought of moaning like a whore in front of your subordinates? Well, let’s give ‘em a show then. Show ‘em just how much you love my cock.”
The finger on your clit slipped under the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side. A shiver ran down your spine as your folds were exposed to the cool air of your apartment. His other hand quickly pulled his cock out of the flap in his boxers, nestling it perfectly between your slick folds. The much-needed friction, along with the obscene sounds coming from your ministrations, threatened to rip another moan from your throat.
In an attempt to swallow it down, your head lulled back, resting against his shoulder, praying that any change in position would help you concentrate. Thankfully, it seemed to work, allowing you to better process the calls coming in as well as the chattering of your team. Just as you were about to speak, you felt Sonar grip your jaw, thick fingers digging into your cheeks and yanking your head forward.
“Eyes on the prize, babe; your team needs you.” His voice was low with a teasing lilt that went right to your clit. “It’s not very professional to be so distracted.”
Without another thought, you reached back, grabbing the end of his tie and yanking him forward with all your strength. A small moan fell from his lips as his face slammed in between your shoulder blades. Twisting the tie in your hand for a better grip, you cleared your throat before returning your focus to your team. You felt his cock twitch in excitement as he buried his face further into your back, once again chirping in pleasure.
Thankfully, that seemed to choke all the teasing out of him as he no doubt focused on not ramming inside of you. Occasionally, the head of his cock would catch on your clit, threatening to make you cum before either of you got what you truly needed. After what felt like days, the first lunch bell chimed in your ear, sending a whole new wave of determination through you. With a smirk, you ground down harder onto his cock, swirling your hips to give him a real show. You could feel his body tense against you as he whined in desperation.
As soon as the second lunch bell rang, you hit the power button and tore off your headset, throwing it across the room to god knows where.
“Please, Victor, fuck me,” you moaned.
Before you could say another word, he slammed you hard against the desk, its sharp edge digging into your back. You heard the unmistakable sound of tearing fabric as Sonar ripped your panties and immediately buried himself to the hilt inside you. His hands found your hips as he quickly set a brutal pace. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, finally feeling the stretch that you’d anticipated since last night. His thrusts were rough, frantically slamming all the way into you with each thrust. There was little rhythm to speak of, just pure need and desperation hitting all of your senses, while grunts and the muffled slapping of skin filled your apartment.
Following one particularly deep thrust, you moaned his name, grinding down on his cock like your life depended on it. Realizing you were still holding onto his tie, you twisted your wrist again before giving another harsh yank, causing him to collapse on top of you. His grip on your hips tightened as he buried his face in your neck.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whined, squeezing your hips with a bruising grip. “Does your team know how much of a whore you are for my cock? Just some grinding had you dropping. Next week I should bend you over your desk and fuck you senseless. Show everyone in the office who you belong to, who makes you cum. God, I'm so fucking close; gonna fucking fill you up.”
With your free hand, you laced your fingers into the fur on the back of his head, moaning his name as you pressed his face harder against your neck. You weren’t going to last much longer, and, god, you needed him to fill you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you forced him closer, squeezing tightly so that he had no choice but to cum inside of you. You felt his body tense as an animalistic growl rumbled deep in his chest, followed by a searing pain as he sank his fangs into the nape of your neck.
The feeling had your eyes rolling into the back of your head again; it was rare that he indulged in his more animalistic urges. It was understandable with his tendency to involuntarily transform into a giant bat monster; he worried about losing control and hurting you. But whenever his fangs pierced your skin, you could swear you saw stars.
Adjusting his hips, Sonar finally found your sweet spot, slamming into it repeatedly until you came screaming his name. After a few more frantic thrusts, Sonar’s hips stopped, holding you flush against his hips as he came with a deep, drawn-out moan. Taking a few deep breaths, you came back down to Earth, dropping his tie before trailing your fingers along his arm with a content sigh. Sonar stayed quiet, the only sign of life being the rise and fall of his chest.
“Holy shit,” you panted, relaxing into the desk as you gently unwrapped your legs from his waist. In an attempt to get his attention, you scratched behind one of his ears. “Victor? You still with me, baby?”
He nodded ever so gently before pulling his fangs out of your neck with a small grunt. Leaning back, Sonar met your gaze, tongue flicking over his fangs to lap up the last few drops of blood.
“Soooo…does that mean I’m not seeing your tits today?”
With a playful eyeroll, you gave him a shove. “Does that mean you’re gonna buy me new underwear?”
“Nah, you should stop wearing ‘em altogether. In fact, I think you should become a stay-at-home nudist so I can come see that hot bod whenever I want.” Sonar pulled out of you with a wet pop, guiding you forward onto your feet.
Once you were able to stand on your own, the two of you stayed in comfortable silence while you fixed yourselves up. Sonar tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped up his slacks before attempting to smooth out the wrinkles in his suit. A chitter fell from his lips as he watched you make a point of slipping your pajama pants back on without replacing your panties. Walking over to you, he tenderly placed his hands on your sides, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your lips. After a moment, you pulled away.
“Wanna order some actual food?” You smiled, straightening out the tie on his neck, before gently tucking it back into his jacket.
“I've got a meeting with some potential investors; besides, you gotta rest up.” He smacked your ass with a wink. “I got a few ideas for tomorrow; told Blazer I’d swing by to make sure the tech’s alright.”