#jeri hogarth x oc

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Performance Review (Jeri Hogarth x OC)

Summary: At the end of the workday, Jeri isn’t quite ready to be done with Quinn, and decides to play a little game with her.

Word Count: 1,002

Warnings: Power imbalance, role play, cunnilingus, orgasm delay, office sex

"Quinn, my office." Jeri's voice broke over the intercom just as Quinn was packing up to go home for the night.

Quinn pressed the button to reply and bent down so Jeri could hear her clearly. "But I was just about to—"

"Now," came the stern interruption, and Quinn set down her things Everyone else may have been leaving, but Jeri was not someone she wanted to argue with if she could avoid it. With a sigh, she braced herself at Jeri's door and turned the knob.

"I’d like to talk about your future here," Jeri began.

"Okay," Quinn replied, drawing out the word while trying to figure out what Jeri meant. She tried to keep her confusion from becoming apparent on her face, in case this was something that Jeri had mentioned to her that she’d somehow forgotten.

"I know you haven’t been here long, but it is the time of year for employee performance reviews."

"Performance reviews," Quinn questioned, searching Jeri's face to make some sort of sense out of this. Jeri waited her out. The spark of realization ignited in Quinn's eyes and Jeri smiled. "Right," Quinn starts to play along, smiling politely. "I must have forgotten those were today."

"Well then," Jeri started, getting up from her chair and circling around to the front of her desk until she was standing in front of Quinn, "perform. I may have taken you in out of the goodness of my heart, but you have to earn the right to remain my assistant."

Goodness of her heart? Ooh, she really was playing. But Quinn didn’t mind playing her part. It’s not like it was difficult. It was Jeri after all, and Quinn had always had it bad for her, since the moment Jessica Jones had introduced the two of them. And if Jeri wanted to spice things up by initiating a little roleplay in the office, then so be it. She was game.

Quinn dropped to her knees in front of Jeri, her hands already beginning to push Jeri's black skirt up her thighs. She only paused when Jeri reached down and put a finger under her chin, tilting Quinn's head up so she could meet her eyes. "Just so we're clear," Jeri purred, "if I were you, I’d do my best, or I will fire you for real. And you know you won’t win in the court case if you sue for sexual harassment."

While Quinn couldn’t be certain if this was part of Jeri's game or not, she dare not question it. Instead, she nodded, a look of pure innocence painting her features, as if her only aim was to please her, and really, that wasn’t far off from the truth. Jeri leaned back against her desk as Quinn brought her black silk panties down her legs, where Jeri helped to kick them off, sending them sliding across the office floor.

When it was her time to shine, Quinn didn’t hold back. She had a good sense of what Jeri liked by now, and how she liked it, so Quinn pulled out all her little tricks to assure Jeri would be putty in her hands, or rather, on her tongue, as the case may be.

Jeri gripped the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles went white as she used all her strength to stay upright. Quinn had certainly never been bad in bed, but she’d never been quite this good, either. Had she been holding out on her all this time? Jeri wasn’t able to think on it long, as her mind quickly clouded over with an overwhelming feeling of lust. What Quinn was doing to her body surpassed any logical or rational thought she may have been having at the time.

Jeri bit back a moan, not wanting to concede to Quinn just yet. But Jeri was already so close that it was becoming harder and harder not to just give over and let herself come. She hadn’t designed this little game as a competition, but now that she was losing, that’s how she was treating it. And if there was one thing Jeri hated, it was losing.

Quinn could hear Jeri's ragged breaths as Jeri fought to control her own orgasm. She may be able to win any legal case thrown her way, but like hell if Quinn was going to let her win this. Leave it to Jeri to make even sex a competition.

Quinn never relented. When she figured out Jeri was holding back, she doubled her efforts. Surprised, Jeri let a whimper escape her lips. A whimper of all things. Jeri cursed under her breath at the sign of weakness. That’s when Quinn knew she had her. Now, Quinn did the one thing that never failed to make Jeri come, and she felt Jeri's legs begin to shake.

"Fuck," Jeri cursed, angry at having lost her own game. But she allowed herself to lose, grabbing Quinn by the hair and holding her head in place as she rode out her orgasm. If she had to lose at something, this was the best possible outcome.

As her body calmed, Jeri's grip on her desk lessened, her fingers stiff from the force of her hold on it. She released Quinn's hair as well, a few stray blonde strands floating to the ground from being tugged on just a bit too hard.

Quinn stood up, maintaining her place between Jeri's legs. She wore a self satisfied grin on her face, and if Jeri's head hadn’t still been so muddled with the after effects of her orgasm, she would have wanted to slap that look right off of her. Quinn moved to wipe her face with the back of her hand, but Jeri caught her arm before she could. Pulling her in, Jeri kissed Quinn passionately, feverishly, reveling in the taste of herself on Quinn's lips and tongue.

"Have I earned my place," Quinn asked teasingly.

"I think you’ve more than proved your worth," Jeri replied.

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