#Hoe office

[interiorergonomics]

What Hinders Ergonomic Chairs to Work Properly?

1. Poor Sitting Habits One of the primary factors that hinder ergonomic chairs from working properly is poor sitting habits. Even the most the best ergonomic chairs at this moment won’t be able to deliver their intended benefits. This comes if users frequently slouch, lean to one side, or sit cross-legged in ergonomic chair. Such habits disrupt the chair’s design to support the natural curves of…

[queen-witcher]

[donnieisonfire]

Dan from Law,

Phil from Media & Editing

hi yall!!! chapter 2 woooooo :) there is smut in this, so minors fuck awwwwff sos. basically, dan JORKS IT and regrets it when phil takes him out for coffee

AO3 link - Chapter One!

tags :

- office au dan & phil

- porn with plot

- masturbation

- post nut clarity (sorry dan)

- mentions of stupidly expensive coffee (sorry phil’s wallet)

Daniel couldn’t spend more than 5 hours without his brain attacking him with thoughts of the blonde from floor 6 (the media & editing floor.)

When he was driving home from work, when he was boiling the kettle for his 2nd pot noodle of the day, when he was in the shower, when his hand was moving down to his cock while he laid splayed out on his ned as he dried from his shower.

Dan’s eyes flutter shut, a soft hum leaving his throat as he wraps his lanky-bitch hands around the base of his semi-chubbed dick. His mind flicks to Phil’s soft features, he had a bit of baby fat, even if he seemed a few years older than Dan.

Dan continued to lazily stroke himself, quickening as he firmed up, to the mental thought of Phil. The fact his height wouldn’t be a problem if they were to kiss, the fact Phil teased him back about the way he wrote his name on that fuck-ass napkin, the way that his bleacher-blonde hair was growing out and he could see about 2 inches of brown hair.

His hair, fuck, he’d love to grab it as he pushed Phil down on him. His hair looked soft, freshly washed and conditioned. Fuck, what Dan would do to fuck a dude with genuinely decent hygiene standards. Focus, Dan, focus.

His hand quickened as he mentally pictured Phil sucking on him, him pushing his head down until Phil’s head would push against his pubic bone. Dan let out a soft ‘Fuck, Phil-‘ as his hips stutter, pushing up before his abdomen was painted with his come.

He waited until his legs stopped feeling like they might collapse before he trudges over to his bathroom and cleans himself up. He looks in the small round bathroom above his toilet as he takes a leak after he cleans the cum off his stomach. He grimaces at himself, a bit disgusted with himself after what he just done. Fuck.

***

Dan was in his cubicle, finishing typing a contract up. His brain wouldn’t let him sleep the night prior, filled with guilt over wanking over some random blonde man that probably wasn’t even queer, let alone interested in him. He felt the effects of the sleep deprivation undoubtedly, pushing his face into his hand. He wished he could shut off his mind, destroy all responsibilities and just sleep.

He decides to pause on his contract, walking across the floor to the shared kitchen. He opens the kitchen, grabbing a plain red mug with the company logo on it (as his precious Yoda mug resting in his cupboard at home, safe) and pours some Nescafé granules into the cup.

The kettle only started hissing as “Hello, Dan from Law.”

Dan turns his head, “Oh. Hello, Phil from Media and Editing.” he mutters. His head flashes back to last night, when his hand was wrapped around his dick, the thought of Phil his mental wank bank for the night. Guilt hit again. He stares down at his granules in his cup, hoping that if he stared hard enough, Phil and all of his memories of Phil would disappear.

The kettle’s switch flips, signalling it was boiled. Dan clears his throat and pours the boiled water on-top of his granules. He reaches for sugar, and- “Oh, for fucks sake.” Dan grumbles. There is none, because, of course there’s none.

“You could always come christen the Costa with me? Y’know, the one in the lobby?” Phil offers, “They just put out the Christmas drinks menu, I wanna try ‘em.” He continues.

Dan looks over, “I can’t. It’s like a fiver for a coffee there.” he sighs. Maybe it was an excuse, but there was some truth behind it. He wasn’t able to just splurge on a Costa whenever his coffee wouldn’t be perfect.

“My treat.” Phil really wanted Dan to share this coffee with him, shit.

Dan nods, “Okay. I’ll take my 15 minute. I’ll meet you there.” he promises.

***

Dan presses the ‘F1’ button on the elevator, giving a small “Hey.” to the other woman in the elevator as he entered and done so. Soon enough, he’s on floor one, and walking towards the Costa. It’ll be nice to have a coffee made by someone other than himself, for once. And it won’t cost him a penny.

It may cost him his dignity, having to stare into the eyes of the unsuspecting dude who he wanked off to the night previous, however, free coffee.

“Hey.” Dan says, walking over to Phil, who was sitting at a high-top table. Phil smiles at him, “You didn’t ditch.”

“Indeed I did not.” Dan looks over at whatever Phil was cradling inbetween his hands, stealing the warmth, making the cold Winter’s of London even a little less brutal for himself.

“What do you want?” Phil asks, standing up. “Again, my treat. I get paid pretty good.” Dan notices how expressive he was with him hands, how bad was it that he was envisioning those hands wrapped around him? God, he needed his brain to shut up. Or a random Grindr hookup. That might work.

“Uhm. Just a coffee, a bit of milk. Half a sugar.” Dan answers, following Phil like a fucking lost puppy as he stands up and begins to queue up. “So, Phil from media.” Dan starts, “What’d you get?”

Phil looks down at his cup. “Some mix of a frappé and a hot chocolate. With like, 4 sugars. And whipped cream.”

Sweet. So sweet. Dan cringed a bit at the mere thought of taking a sip of that. “How are you not bouncing off the fucking walls?” Dan snorts.

Phil shrugs, “Just doesn’t affect me.” he answers as he walks up to the counter, them being the first in the queue now. “Coffee, please. Some milk, half a sugar.” Phil said his order for him?? Cool. No awkward line-smiling at the barista that doesn’t want to be there any more than he does.

Phil taps his card as he chats to Dan. They wait for Dan’s coffee to be put on the counter and then they walk back to the table. “Thanks, man.” Phil only nods in reply to Dan’s thanks.

They sit down at the high-top table, there were multiple coffee cup stains on the table. ‘Mhmm. Atmospheric coffee stains.’ Dan thinks.

“So, you only just started?” Dan asks, taking a sip of his coffee. Fuck, now that was the good stuff. “It’s pretty nice here. Pay’s a bit shit for apprentices though.” Dan says, referring to himself when he said apprentices.

“Yeah, started last…Wednesday? I think?” He says, cocking his head to the side slightly, pushing his shoulders up into a shrug before pushing some of his drink’s whipped cream onto his finger and pushing the digit into his mouth, drinking down the cream while staring directly into Dan’s eyes.

Fuck, Dan wouldn’t forget that easily.

‘He must’ve known what he was doing there..’ Dan’s head whirrs, but Phil’s guilt-free expression when he takes his finger out his mouth and dries it off on a napkin says otherwise.

“Cool. Right.” Dan mumbled, voice muffled against the lid of his coffee before taking a big gulp. He didn’t care about if it burnt his mouth, he cared more about distracting his brain from flooding blood to his dick.

[mirandahamilton]

oh my god a paralegal at my job just clocked my work drama out of fucking NOWHERE???

was walking past her desk and she was like EMMA WAIT let’s go to the bathroom i need to talk to you (lmao. lmfaoooo even)

and she pulled me in there & hugged me and was like CONGRATS ON THE PROMOTION you deserve it girl 💁🏼‍♀️

but THEN she hit me with: “i always thought it was weird how the other social workers didn’t really include you… i noticed they didn’t congratulate u on the email chain when they announced ur transfer…. i actually always thought those women were b*tches bc why are you wasting time being petty & icing out ur colleague who is actually good at her job when you have clients u should be attending to…. i guess that’s the best they have to offer this org…. anyway when u move offices u better say ‘bye hoes!’”

[augdawg888]

the office characters as aesthetics

obvi not how they dress in the show, but like vibes they give off. lmk if yall see something different! i'd love to know :)

pam beesley: art hoe aesthetic

jim halpert: 2000s casual

angela martin: light academia (modest)

andy bernard: old money

kelly kapoor: y2k mcbling

anyways, this was so hard to do wtf, lmk if yall want another one and what characters youd like to see!

pt.2 here !

https://www.tumblr.com/augdawg888/762171120855220224/the-office-characters-as-aesthetics-part-two?source=share

[gammija]

Het Magnus Instituut was een organisatie gewijd aan academisch onderzoek naar het esoterische en het bovennatuurlijke, gevestigd in Manchester, Engeland. In 1999 is het volledig afgebrand. Er waren geen overlevenden. Nu, bijna 25 jaar later, zijn Alice en Sam, twee laaggeplaatste ambtenaren bij de ondergefinancierde Dienst voor Incidentenbeoordeling en Respons, verzeild geraakt in zijn geschiedenis. Een geschiedenis die hen in levensgevaar zal brengen.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

hey we should riot and cause a public disturbance (this post is about project 2025)//hj

[tanjir0se]

Ok I have to work tonight and tomorrow but since my job involves mostly sitting around and staring at the wall lately I can actually maybe do some plot for this modern AU:

Giyu is a newly graduated and just took his first job (gym coach) out of college and needs a roommate.

Kyo graduated a year prior from a different university and has worked as the history teacher for a year now. Beloved by all the kids, of course. He also has been trying to move out of his father’s house for a while. He meets Giyu on his first day and essentially by the end of the day Kyo is planning on moving in with him.

Oh my god they were roommates dot gif

Tengen went to the same Uni as Kyo but was a junior when he was a freshman. No one is certain if he has his teaching license and he was just the substitute art teacher for a while. But Kyo vouches for him and the kids all love him (and keep doing really well on exams despite his…unconventional methods) so the school keeps him around.

Shinobu has been the health and biology teacher for two years now. Went to the same university as Giyu but was two years ahead of him, and they didn’t really know each other. The students love and fear her.

Gyomei has been the world religions teacher for like four years. He’s friendly but doesn’t really talk to the others unless forced to. There’s a lot of shenanigans there that he’s too old to put up with, and he mostly has his hands full with his student.

Obanai and Mitsuri are still in university on their work studies doing student teaching at the school. (Poli Sci and art history, respectively). Muichiro studies with them taking college classes at their university because he skipped like four years of school, but he doesn’t student teach and everyone sees him more as a student than anything.

Genya and Kanao are part of an advanced studies program where they shadow a teacher. Genya was placed with Gyomei because he’s. Well, he’s Like That™ and the school felt he needed a …calming presence in his life

SANEMI. I literally cannot imagine him being a teacher lmfao (except math bc math is hard and scary and Sanemi is also scary). He barely passed college and worked odd jobs for the past few years until the principal offered him a job as a math teacher. And he was like yeah sure I can do math. All the kids are scared of him and no one is quite sure how to get on his good side but Tanjiro is gonna figure it out one of these days.

[i-cant-believe-its-not-silk]

Sorry babe

the headphones playing Scaring The Hoes by JPEGMAGIA and Danny Brown

stay on during sex

[donnieisonfire]

Dan from Law,

Phil from Media & Editing

hello ! this is my first dan & phil fic, so enjoy. sorry followers if yall dont fw this.. NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER, WILL BE IN CHAP 2.

AO3 LINK

this is NOT a oneshot & will be updated frequently (i actually have chapt 2 quarterly finished as i post this!), i will update this post with links to next chapters at the end as the fic continues.

update : chap 2

Tags ;

office AU, Dan & Phil are NOT YouTubers!, Dan being a coffee SLUTTTTT, Dan getting a lil crush

THE SONG I LISTENED WHILE WRITING THIS :3

Dan woke up, starting his daily rituals. He had been trying to improve himself, half because he wanted to feel less shit, half because he wanted to be appealing enough that someone else would help him feel less shit.

He hadn’t had a relationship since 2019, which was brief and uneventful.

He opened his curtains (of which were basically falling off the shitty rod his landlord wouldn’t fix), hoping to open it to some sun. He knew that was unrealistic. He peered over London from his stupid-expensive apartment’s stupidly-shit window. His view was nothing interesting, at all. It was just buildings, cars. Very corporate, very regular.

He had a brisk shower, long enough to be sanitary but not long enough to the point he has to take out a mortgage to pay his water bill in 3 days.

He got himself ready for work, ready to get in his barely-working car and drive to his barely-paying-the-bills job. And he done so.

He drove, parked and trudged into the building. He looks at the mini Costa Coffee in the lobby lovingly, but decides not to treat himself as he didnt get paid for another 6 days and was living off of off-brand pot noodles. Instead, he steps into one of the 4 elevators in the lobby.

Theres a few people in the elevator with him. He gives a small nod at them as he enters. He presses the ‘7’ button, there was many other buttons already lit up.

His eyes surveyed the small group alongside him in the elevator, trying to see if there was anyone off of his floor - but he couldn’t recognise anyone.

There was an overweight short woman with greying hair, she was 5’4 maybe, a tall blonde man who was staring down at his phone, hm, and a man in a business suit who looked like an outsider here for a meeting possibly.

After around a minute, he gets to his floor and steps out. He wasnt the last, he had been stranded alone with the suit man for a floor or two now. Dan gives him a small, straight-lined smile as he steps out.

He walks towards the kitchen that was shared between floors 6 to 9 and begins to grab for his favourite mug - a faded mug with some star-wars quote on it.

When he couldnt feel it where he put it the day previous, he furrows his eyebrows. He focuses more on finding his mug, digging through the cupboard, getting at least 3 weird stares from others.

Whatever, someone could’ve just…not known it was his…although it did have his name scribbled on the bottom in sharpie. They might not of looked, it’s whatever. He’ll get it back eventually. Even if he’d prefer to get it back now.

He grabs a napkin and a nearly ran out BIC pen from a pocket in his trousers. He scribbles ‘If star-wars mug found, please return to Dan Howell from law, office 324’ on the napkin, ripping it in multiple places, and leaves it in the mug-cupboard.

He grabs some plain one, one he knew was unclaimed (because he checks, like a normal human being…) and made his coffee.

He takes a sip, burning his lip in the process, but, hey, he was caffeinated, could he complain? Yes, he could, he wants his Star Wars mug back. Twat.

He walks to his cubicle and gets to work once his cup is secured on his desk. He was a bit ticked off about his star-wars mug, but he puts it to the back of his mind as he begins to draft up an email for his client he was helping currently.

About 2.5 hours later, theres a knock at his ajar cubicle door. He looks up, “Come in.” he says, his voice a bit too posh for his liking (it always got like that if he was surprised with the dreaded human interaction.)

He recognises the man who steps into his cubicle, and he recognises the mug he’s holding even more. It was the tall blonde man from the elevator, and it was his beloved mug.

“Hi, sorry, uhm..” The man starts, Dan’s eyes are focused up at him, locking onto the man’s own. “I didn’t know there were claimed mugs, I only started last week. Here’s your mug.” He says, putting out his hand with the mug. Dan could see his passive-aggressive napkin/note in-between the blonde’s fingers. “Ah, or would you rather I put it in the sink in the kitchen?” He interrupts himself and pulls his arm back.

Dan just looks up at him dotingly, before he extends his arm and taking his mug back into his safe confines (his hands). “It’s fine here, Yoda has had more than enough travel for today.” Dan slaps himself mentally once he says that, that seemed twat-ish. He clears his throat.

The blonde man nods softly, “I’m Phil. From Media and Editing. Sorry, uhm...” He splutters his sentence off, continuing it once he glances at the napkin again. “Sorry, Dan from Law, office 324.” Phil adds, finishing off his sentence as he begins to turn to leave Daniel’s cubicle.

“Nice to meet you, Phil from media and editing.” Dan says before Phil leaves earshot.

Phil. Simple name. Although, Dan had a feeling Phil maybe wasnt too simple.

[littlenim]

sometimes, in moments like this, i almost feel guilt at the foul things i have written in my reading notes section in wanikani

but i know that while the employee writing this mnemonic couldn't say it... it's absolutely what they were thinking

[furby-organist]

// OH ALSO THIS IS IMPORTANT I forgot to share this bc I didn't do a lot for the extermination broadcast this past year. But I was chatting it up with the mun who writes that exterminator (it's a goofy character who shows up like once or twice a year, funny shit) and

Alexa agreed to a date with his ex under the condition that the exterminator won't try to kill him until the date is over. The exterminator is unfortunately not the sharpest spear of the bunch and is perfectly capable of falling for Alexa's trick of "keep the date going until the exterminator has to leave and doesn't get a chance to kill him" so that's CANON 4 THIS BLOG NOW.

[unsureofanthingido]

Me first applying: late is late. Five minutes early is basically on time! I'm a good worker!! They'll appreciate this!!!

Me now: i was five minutes early. Guess who's leaving now. boss left 30 minutes ago, I will publicly clip my toe nails before I stay longer

[jellyfishjuliet]

picked up a stephen king novel for the first time in like seventeen years. i kept saying i was gonna reread It but i never did, so i just picked up a whole new book 😂😂

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the abandoned tie

a/n: this man... this man, this man. i've missed him so much. he has been on my mind all summer and now i finally snapped and wrote some yummy yum about him.

summary: It was terrible, you knew full well that he was your boss, but what had started as an innocent little crush the moment that you were hired as a secretary at Nelson and Murdock only grew and flourished the longer that you worked there. It didn’t help matters either that Matthew was a natural flirt, or at least was with you, always making you stumble over your words and blush like a damn schoolgirl. But even though it was the right thing to do, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to go on and actually quit, because if you did, then he wouldn’t get the chance to make your heart flutter on a daily basis anymore, bittersweet as it may be.

warnings: matt murdock x secretary!reader, smut, coworkers to lovers, kissing, office sex, clothed sex, ripping pantyhose, manhandling, oral, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, protected sex, alcohol consumption, foggy slutshames matt (as he deserves. he a hoe and we love him for it)

word count: 4144

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“Okay,” Foggy huffed out a long exhale, “I can’t look at this anymore, I’m going all cross-eyed,” he slammed shut the laptop on the conference table before him, “I gotta call it a night,” and as he raised from his seat, your head tilted up from the intimidating stack of paper your nose was buried in, “any of you up for a round at Josie’s?”

“Uhm, actually, I think I might stay here a little longer,” your thumb brushed against the corner of the pile before you, a mountain of perhaps the most boring paperwork you’d ever given your time of day, but the small chance that some tiny nugget hid in there, something that could help the firm on their current case, convinced you to volunteer to take on the job, “see if I can make a bit more of a dent in this.”

“Alright, fair,” your colleague eyed the papers, then shifted his glance to his partner, seated on the stool directly beside where you sat, “Matt? Come on, man. Don’t let your best friend drink alone.”

“I’m sorry,” he shifted slightly in his seat, then uttered in a tone that almost made it sound as if he was just making up his answer to match yours, “but I think I’m gonna keep going as well,” though the hope that he had changed his verdict to sync up with your own was a dream you’d never truly let yourself believe.

It was terrible, you knew full well that he was your boss, but what had started as an innocent little crush the moment that you were hired as a secretary at Nelson and Murdock only grew and flourished the longer that you worked there. It didn’t help matters either that Matthew was a natural flirt, or at least was with you, always making you stumble over your words and blush like a damn schoolgirl. But even though it was the right thing to do, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to go on and actually quit, because if you did, then he wouldn’t get the chance to make your heart flutter on a daily basis anymore, bittersweet as it may be.

“Workaholics the both of you!” Foggy groaned light-heartedly, conjuring an airy chuckle to bubble out of you, “well,” he puffed as he bent down to grab his bag and stuff his laptop inside, “then I guess I’ll just see you guys in the morning.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Matt flashed his friend a smile as he crossed the threshold of the door to the conference room. 

Catching his eye through the windowed wall as he made his way out towards the exit, you waved, “night!” before he raised his hand to mirror your gesture. 

After silence had consumed the office once more and your eyes returned to their tedious scanning, a yawn soon forced its way out of your lungs. 

As your hand flew up to cup your mouth, Matt’s soaring fingers stilled over the braille on the pages before him and his head tilted up in your direction. 

“You sure you’re not done for the day?” he quietly asked. 

“No,” you uttered before the yawn was through, “I wanna stay.”

“Alright,” he breathed, “how about some coffee then?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, I can go make some–”

“No, no, stay, I didn’t mean for you to–… I’ll make it.” 

“Oh,” you blinked back at him, perhaps finding the role reversal a bit more staggering than you’d expected as you were usually the one making everyone else beverages, “y-yeah, that would be great,” before your gaze then shadowed him as he got up and crossed the small width of the humble office to the little kitchenette nook. 

You should have probably just returned to your reading as he stood there and waited for the water in the electric kettle to boil, but you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. 

When he returned with a steaming mug, he held it out for you to grasp, “here you go,” before he returned to his seat beside your own. 

“Thanks,” your fingers enveloped the warm ceramic before you took a small sip, one that was swiftly cut short as soon as the flavour enveloped your tongue, “wow…” 

“What? Is it bad?” 

“No, no, quite the opposite actually,” you glanced down at the coffee in amazement before your gaze flickered up to him, “it’s perfect,” you uttered, unsure if you were more shocked or just plain weak in the knees at the fact that Matt somehow knew how you took your coffee.

The evening however didn’t drag on for too much longer following the very last sip of your caffeinated beverage. You tried to return to your work, you truly did, but no matter how hard you tried to get back into the flow of things and make a proper dent in the colossal workload, you just couldn’t. 

You were too occupied staring at Matt. 

Gazing longingly at his burly forearms, exposed and framed by the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down, at his wide hands as they danced over the papers before him, nearly caressing them in the manner you always fantasised he would touch your goosebump-ridden flesh, and even at the slight furrow line that appeared betwixt his dark brows as his brain absorbed the texts he read, the little crease you so badly wished to soothe with a kiss. 

As your eyes continued to linger and your heart thumped in your chest at the way your mind ran wild, Matt’s right hand then extended in search of one of the items on the cluttered table, though before his fingers located the wanted folder, they first wandered so close to you that they grazed against your forearm resting there on the surface. 

Though the contact sent butterflies soaring throughout your stomach, the spark also managed to snap you out of your daze and jolt you back to your senses, though the realisation bolted through you so severely that in your haphazard and hazy attempt at both hiding any trace of what you’d let yourself do, as well as dive back into what you should have been doing all along, your clumsy ass twisted away in a manner that almost caused you to fall off your chair. 

Almost. 

You would have fallen face first on the cold office floor if a pair of swift hands hadn’t seized your waist. 

“Wow–, I’ve got you.” 

As your head tilted up, gratitude ready to drip off your tongue, it ceased and shrivelled as you realised just how close you now were to Matt. Your noses almost touched as his grasp didn’t move to unfasten their strong hold on you even though you were now completely out of danger. 

“You’ve got–…” you echoed hazily, “I-I–…”

As his breath fanned across your face, your eyes flickered down to his lips. You’d never been this close to him before, but now that you were, impulsivity swiftly seized your soul. 

Pressing your lips against his in a chased kiss, you soon sensed his grip shift as he kissed you back, his fingers gently digging into your sides to claw you even closer.

Though as you felt yourself melt away in the dream you’d always yearned for, a flash of sense sparked within you and caused you to plant your palms on his broad chest and push him back. 

“Oh my goodness…” your shoulders shot up towards your ears, “I am so, so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t fire–”

But no more fretful words managed to leave your lips as Matt then primally grabbed your face and shut you up with a kiss, a taste of hast tingled on his tongue as he let his own desire take over and rush for more instead of other civilised methods one could opt for in such a situation, he didn’t stop to put out the fire, only fanned the wicked flames and kissed you as if it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

It had caught you completely off guard and was only when he slowed his heated lips to smouldering pecks that you got the chance to catch up. 

“Oh my god…” you whispered slowly between kisses, utterly stunned and reeling in the reality. Your tone at first came out a bit timid as you still couldn’t believe what was transpiring, but as soon as his lips began to wander down the side of your neck and your eyes fluttered at the dizzying sensation, you felt yourself melt into the moment and echo, “oh my god…” though now in a completely different manner, one that dripped with the desire that you evidently hadn’t been the only one to keep bottled up for so long. 

As the lawyer soon rose from his seat, he dragged you up with him by the starved hold he had on your face, keeping you close and devouring your lips. 

Your fingers found his dark tie for support, the fabric of which had already previously been loosened slightly by his own fingers when they long ago drifted up to pop open the very top button of his collar. 

When his feet then shuffled and your backside bumped into the table’s edge, Matt’s palms coasted down your frame till they greedily swept over the pencil skirt you wore and cupped your ass, only letting himself cop a feel for a second before a small yelp bubbled out of you as he then lifted you up to sit on the conference table. 

As your fingers then untangled themselves from the silk hanging around his neck and swept up to the sides of his face, your eager touch bumped into his tinted glasses, which you swiftly removed and cascaded to the messy tabletop beside you where you sat. 

“Oh… Matt…” a small whimper rolled off your tongue as he then ducked down to plant sloppy pecks all along your neck, “please don’t stop…” 

His low voice then vibrated against your rapid pulse, “yeah?” 

“Uh-huh,” your head tilted slightly in a nod as your fingers stretched to weave in with his dark hair, “I–… I–…” you tried to fight through the foggy feeling he distilled in you, though ended up only offering him a short and desperate, “please.”

When you glanced down at him, fully expecting the lawyer’s lips to return to your own, you instead watched as they dipped down even lower, straying from your throat and wandering down to the sliver of skin on display in the neckline of your silky blouse. Your breathing was heavy as you watched your chest rise and fall beneath his hot pecks. Mouth agape, you stared intently as his kisses wandered even further south, his nose nuzzling against the soft material of your shirt as he dropped down to his knees. 

Planting your palms on the surface of the table for support as you watched Matt crack open your pantyhose-clad legs, his lips then dipped down to one of them as he plucked it up to rest it upon his broad shoulder, all the while a series of kisses smothered the sheer nylon clinging to your skin. 

Soon he had your skirt pushed up and bunched around your hips, fervently opening you up and peeling back your layers till he reached what he most desired. However when his touch finally did sweep up to graze against your covered centre, it didn’t continue on the journey up towards your waistband as you had assumed, but instead, his fingers pinched the sheer core of your stockings and tugged till a ripping sound rung out through the dark office. 

“Fuck…” he groaned as he finished tearing the hole, nearly making it huge enough for the nylon to just give up completely and split right down the middle, that’s how little he let remain intact before he moved on and reached for the underwear now accessible to him. 

His thumb stayed hooked in the soaked gusset of your underwear as he rushed to dive in for a taste of your divine. One of your hands shot down to gently grasp his hair as his tongue lavishly licked you up, making your whole body quiver from the way he made out with your cunt. 

Scooping a palm up to cup your tit through your clothing, Matt groaned, “shit…” his fervent rumble vibrating against your puffy pearl before he sucked down on it, “you taste so good…”

As you swiftly felt his kisses push you over the edge, your hips began to rock back against his efforts, grinding your pussy against the lower part of his face as he lapped you up, his fingers too raising to dent your thigh, both to keep your leg draped over his shoulder, but also to keep you steady through all of your squirming as you rode out your high. 

“Oh my–, fuck!” you gasped, catching your breath. Blinking down at him, you watched as he slowly rose back up, planting a few pecks in a sporadic pattern up your form till his lips again found your own. The taste of yourself was heavy on his tongue as you drifted a hand up to wipe your slickness from his stubbly chin. 

“Miss Y/l/n,” he smirked as you tilted away from his kisses to clean him better, addressing you with the same formality he only occasionally still withheld for you during your working hours together, “whatever would I do without you?”

Still in your haze, you thought too hard about the flirty comment and instead turned it into some kind of unnecessary riddle, “well, first of all, you properly wouldn’t have the evidence of what you just did all over your face, and second, then I also wouldn’t even clean it up because it wouldn’t be there, because I wouldn’t be here, and–,” but then, he simply cut off your words, frankly, as well as your brain, and pressed his lips to yours. 

“I fucking love how your mind works,” he grinned, a hand floating up to offer a feathery stroke through your hair. 

“Oh, I–,” a shiver ran down your spine as you blinked back at him, “thank you.” 

A gentle chuckle then rumbled in Matt’s chest as his fingers reached up to tug at his tie, “sweetheart, if you’re gonna thank me like that every time I pay you a compliment or talk dirty to you,” he yanked the loosened accessory over his head, “then I don’t know I’ll ever be able to stop,” and tossed the silky material to one of the dark corners of the dim room.

Tangling your arms around his neck, an amazed giggle bubbled out of you as you then settled on simply repeating, “thank you,” softly egging him on as your nose nudged against his own. 

Groaning lowly, “you little minx…” a smile tugged at his lips as he then leaned in to claim your lips once more.

As he kissed you once again, your legs snaked around his form, dragging up against his sides like a cicada in his arms.

And when he soon shifted a bit before you and extended an arm to something on the table, you breathlessly asked as your fingers floated down to undo his belt, “do you have a–,” but then you twisted your neck to see what he conjured from his bag, “oh,” you glanced down at the small foil packet in his hand, “you do,” you let out a relieved exhale, “good, because I didn’t, so here I was scrambling my mind for what other options we had.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, the sudden presence of his hands working at freeing himself caused your own to retreat, “and what did you come up with?”

“Oh, well…” you swallowed, conjuring enough courage to utter, “we could just touch each other…”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you hazily nodded, “or I could repay you the favour.”

“Yeah?” his hard length sprang free, “you’d suck my cock?”

Scarcely breathing at all, you stared as he swiftly rolled on the condom, “more than you know…” 

“But none of that’s what you really want right now, is it?” 

As his hand snaked around your hip to scoop you that much closer to the edge, you foggily shook your head, “no…”

“Tell me what it is then,” he uttered as he rubbed the bulbous head of his dick through your folds, making you squirm from the dizzying sensation, “tell me what you want.”

Though the mission of getting words out and offering him an answer seemed more difficult than you anticipated as his tip nudged against your swollen clit and made it near impossible for you to think, “I–… you. I want you,” your arms draped around his neck he inched back in for a kiss, “I-I–, Matt, please just put it in–”

Answering your prayer, he then slid his cock inside, slowly filling your dripping pussy up till his pelves pressed against your puffy pearl and the tip of him kissed a spot so deep inside of you that you felt as if you could scarcely breathe at all. 

“There you go,” his groan rumbled in your ear, “that what you wanted, huh?” though when you tried to respond, only whimpers flowed from your lips, “then be a good girl and thank me again,” he dared to request as he gently began to move, “tell me thank you for giving you exactly what you want,” and you moaned, eyes rolling at the way he dragged his girth out of you, so overwhelmingly slow that your cunt clenched around him so tightly that he had to carve anew when he finally thrust forward and filled you up once more, “come on, you can do it. Your pussy’s already doing it in her own incredible way.”

As his lips lowered to flutter against the side of your neck, you faintly murmured, “t-thank you–” 

Though the cocky lawyer only bucked into you harder, making you tremble in his grasp as he smirked against your goosebump-ridden skin, “what was that?”

“Thank you, M-Matt!” you successfully squeaked.

“Atta girl,” his hand slid up the column of your neck as your head began to lull, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

“Uh-uh,” you hazily shook your head as you clung to his broad shoulders. 

Lightly enveloping his fingers around your neck, just to keep you close, his other digits then reached down between your bodies to find your clit in a harsh rub as he dared to say, “then say it again…”

The words of gratitude then became like a mantra on your lips, incoherently flowing through your moans as he rocked into you so hard that the conference table rattled beneath you, fucking you till you both tumbled over the edge, though the simple phrase still kept rolling off your tongue even when he offered to walked you home afterwards and too when he pressed a soft peck to your forehead, whispering you goodnight before you disappeared inside your building. 

The cups of coffee you had nervously bought the very next morning were quite the task to balance in your hands. It would have been strange if you didn’t buy one for all of your coworkers, even though the brew truthfully had ulterior motives. 

It wasn’t just the regular kind and thoughtful round of coffee to start the day, but in truth was a thanks for the bang last night, oh, and by the way I am head over heels in love with you, I know I was too scared to tell you last night, but I’m terrified of fucking this up kind of coffee. 

It was a lot of pressure to put on a simple cup of coffee, you recognised that, but what else were you to do? 

Though when you managed to push open to door to the office without dropping or spilling any of the balanced paper mugs, Foggy was the first one to spot you.

“Oh, you bought coffee?” he grabbed one out of your arms, “thanks!” before he called over his shoulder, his voice flooding into the room to the left, “hey Matt! Y/n got a round of coffee!” 

It hadn’t been the suave delivery you’d hoped for, having Foggy force the mood in a purely platonic and professional direction as Matt appeared and casually seized the cup his friend caught from you and extended to him, instead of the fantasy that had tickled your mind all morning of effortlessly slipping into his office and sliding it across his desk with some clever line you hadn’t been able to come up with yet.  

Though Matthew still smiled and said as he raised the cup up to his lips, “thank you, Y/n,” and the mirroring echo of the words he’d made you repeat last night so many times that it lost all its meaning, caused your cheeks to heat up. 

“Uhh,” you blinked back at him, trying to shake the memory off of you, “y-you’re welcome…”

However, before you could part your lips, ask your boss for a private moment and finally make your move, Foggy opened his mouth once more and spoke. 

“Hey, remember how I put out feelers to Karen?” he began to saunter into the conference room.

As Matt began to follow his voice, you too shadowed them, all the while trying your best to keep the butterflies on your belly at bay as you returned to the scene of the crime, most of the papers on the table still in a mess from how little the pair of you had bothered to clean up afterwards. 

“Yeah,” Matt tilted his head, “she got anything?”

“Yup,” Foggy took a sip of coffee, “called me this morning and said she’d pop by later with the stuff she–, hey,” his sentence then took a sharp turn as his gaze found something on the floor that puzzled him enough for his brows to crinkle up. Bending down, he picked up a silky string of fabric and wrapped it around his fingers, “Matt, did you forget your tie here?”

“Uh, what?” the man beside you stiffened up slightly. 

“Your tie, this looks like the one you wore yesterday.”

“Oh, uhm, yeah,” he coughed, fidgeting lightly with the to-go cup in his grasp, “it just bothered me last night, so took it off, must have forgotten to put it in my bag.”

As Foggy’s eyes scanned Matt’s reaction and too let his gaze wash over your flustered form and spot how the truth virtually poured out of your pores from the way your eyes grew, he simply hummed, “…uh-huh…” not believing his pal for a second. 

Sucking in a breath, Matt tried to extend his hand and asked, “can I have it back?” though his forced casual tone was utterly unconvincing. 

“Oh my god…” Foggy sighed before tossing the tie in his friend’s face, “you have a problem, man.” 

To your surprise, the man beside you caught it, though you were still just one step too far behind him to catch the way a smug smirk tugged at his lips, “what?” as he couldn’t for the life of him hide the pride of the discovery is friend had surely made countless of times throughout their friendship. 

“I leave you two alone for one night, one night!”

“…and to Matt for giving the closing argument of a lifetime and winning us this case!” Foggy raised his drink to the centre of where he, his colleagues and Karen sat around one of the small tables at Josie’s. 

“Oh, come on,” the dark-haired man beside you humbly tilted his head, “you were on fire as well–”

“Matt,” his friend cut him off by briefly planting his palm on his shoulder, “just shut up and take the compliment,” before he tilted his beer bottle back up and roared, “cheers!” 

“Cheers!” Karen, to the left of you, sang before the rest of you echoed, clinking all of your glasses together. 

“Thank you,” Matt gave in and smiled as everyone took a sip, “I couldn’t have done it without you all,” before he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “especially you…”

The sound of his low voice directly in your ear was enough to turn your knees into jelly, but as your eyes fluttered up to gaze at him, the personal space he had now eliminated betwixt you two caused you to positively melt. 

As you breathed out an audible smile, his lips stayed close as his breath once again tickled the shell of your ear, “so now that the trial’s done, I was wondering,” he uttered slowly, making you cling onto each and every syllable that flowed from his lips, “would you let me take you out on a real date?”

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When her posts clearly indicate that she thinks having a job should consist of sleeping in and showing up at the office just to take selfies in the bathroom.

And if she works from home, OH BOY. She probably never shuts up about how hard she's working, despite all her posts showing her curled up on the couch in a blanket with her laptop and the TV going in the background. Answering e-mails hardly counts as work, Betty.