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[shakysniffles]

okay 💙 won the lil poll I made about which OC I should write a thing for so I've given him a name (Chris) and written a lil thing! When I get a bit more time I might add to this....

Tags: male, headcold, perfume, arousal, m/f

obligatory minors dni and this is n/s/f/w :)

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Scott sniffled, dragging a knuckle under his nose and holding it still as he read over the monthly reports. He was exhausted, wiped out from the previous night's escapades and the nasty bug he'd managed to pick up, but he knew the annual board presentation had to take priority.

He'd played hard and now it was time to cough up the payment and work to match.

hehh-ihhh--

If only the damn tickle would stop assaulting him. He pressed his finger against his nostrils harder, feeling them flare beneath his touch.

hheHH-

"Oh Scott?" called Amy, popping her head into the open office. "Jeff wants that deck by two."

hEH-ESHHHUU

He groaned, fuzzily wiping away the droplets that had fallen on the screen.

"Whadt was that, Ames?"

"Wow," she said. "You look terrible."

"Thags," he said, sniffling as he reached for a tissue.

heH-RESHOO

"Jusdt a cold sedttling ind by dose. Loogks worse then idt is."

"Does it sound worse too?" asked Amy drily. "You gonna be okay for our lunch break?"

"You sdtill wandt be? The lidttle guy's as interested as ever"

He tried to leer in her direction before breaking off into sneezes again. Scott sniffed and plucked a tissue from the box, blowing his nose loudly.

"We can sgkip." he said forlornly. "I don'dt want you to catch this."

Amy laughed.

"I wouldn't want to leave the little guy hanging," she said with a wink.

She leaned down, her mouth hovering next to his ear so he could hear her breathing, her top button left open so he could see directly down her shirt. She wore a black lacy bra, the soft fabric clinging to her breasts and (he caught his breath with a jolt of arousal that shot straight to his cock) straining where her nipples had grown hard beneath them.

He could feel the fabric of his own underwear straining too, and a high whine escaped his throat.

He didn't need to see her lips to know the way they curved upwards.

"I've booked meeting room 6," she murmured in his ear. "Twenty minutes. Bring a condom."

She was even closer now, close enough for her delicate perfume to waft towards him, floating gently in the air between them as the volatile particles caressed his sensitive nose.

Without warning, his head reared back and his nostrils exploded.

huhHHH-uhhh-hEHR'SSHHUUU

His hand came up too late, tissues trailing miles behind and there was nothing to stop the mess that flew from him, spray peppering her blouse, her bra, her skin.

He couldn't stop that awful sniff that followed, not the shudder that ripped through him after such a big sneeze and he pressed the tissue under his nose with a groan, unable to stop staring at the wetness that coated Amy's breasts, nor the way the contact of cold moisture had caused goosebumps to spread across her breasts.

"I'mb so sorry," he groaned.

Amy straightened and looked down at him, her eyes dark and unreadable, an odd flush spreading across her cheeks and licking its way down her neck.

"Twenty minutes," she repeated.

Then she left, Scott still half-mortified and half-hard in his seat, with looming deadlines from both his supervisor and his secretary.

He didn't know if he could last.