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hi twins :) this is yet another one from my wattpad and ao3! made this for a lovely moot, as I said before... you know who you are...

you and Tony were working alone in the upstairs offices one day when the tensions you built up overtime finally got some use.

smut, office, not necessarily a quickie but its faster-paced.

fem reader.

proofread I think idk

ENJOY!

___

A small, surprisingly clean and old building with boxed offices stood in downtown San Diego. This little finance building was where you worked- third box-office to the elevator on the third floor, where if you look out just right, you'll get a nice view of the rest of the city.

You decorated your little box with random shit. A little Christmas calendar from Hobby Lobby, a little fake plant and rainbow sticky notes pretty much everywhere with "affirmations" to get you through the day. Though really the affirmations were just the break times and when your shift ended, since that made you happy enough in itself.

It's not that it was a bad job, but working a stereotypical nine-to-five in a place as boring and quiet as that? Sitting at a desk all day long? Clicking and clacking at a mouse? Oof.

You desperately needed some entertainment. Or at least some work friends, but that was hard because you were stationed on the third floor where only five or less other people worked as well.

But... you decided to be brave and put yourself out there a little more- running around when each person was there and introducing yourself, asking for help even when you didn't need it, or making small talk enough to slowly have it become comfortable.

There were two women, Stacy and Carrie; then three men, Cameron, David, and finally Tony.

Everybody was regular, mostly a little older with a wife or husband and maybe a kid. Basically, everybody had a somebody.

Except for Tony.

Tony was probably the most interesting one on the floor, in your opinion. Single, no known kids or significant others. Normally men like him, appearance-wise, wouldn't really be accepted in a businessy position. He was tattooed from almost head to toe, sometimes didn't even wear the right work apparel, and actually had large gauged ears that he hid pretty well under his longer hair or a convenient beanie. If you looked close enough at his face, you could see the little holes in his lips from where snakebites once were. You firmly believed that your boss accepted him purely for being excellent at his job.

He was a relatively sweet guy. Held doors, sometimes handed out or bought coffee and snacks for your team, and knew everybody by name. But he wasn't like... overly social. It was usually just an awkward wave, or his usual wide smile and other small greetings, so talking with him and bonding like you had with the rest of the team was a little harder.

Even then, while it was hard, you pushed on to try and get to know him. You tried to put yourself out there more, invited him to tag along when Carrie made small dinner plans, (which seemed a little odd, but you only went the few times Tony went, so...) until Tony eventually gave in.

You two chatted more often up until the point of him sometimes offering to sit in the box next to you just to be able to talk over the little barrier and keep each other entertained through the long days. Sometimes he'd even flirt, but kept it more inconspicuous, so when you finally think back on it that same night you'd finally realize that he'd been hitting on you. Then sadly enough, your shift often ended before his.

But tonight was different.

You had to fill in for Stacy's shift that lasted until seven, which was a stretch, but you'd get tomorrow off anyway. It was around 6:30, the sun set a little early through the freshly cleaned windows, and a later break time was announced via clock.

The only two people on your floor that night were you and Tony.

You glanced at the little clock on your computer, leaned far out of the box to snoop at Tony who was just finishing up a call. As if he had a second sense, he twisted around to see you and held up his pointer finger in a sign to wait.

You shrugged, leaned forward and back to your desk, instead jotting down some numbers quick and finishing the one draft email you apparently hadn't sent. It wasn't urgent or anything, but your boss would appreciate it. After a couple minutes of waiting, you paid so much attention to the things in front of you that you hadn't realized Tony had left his spot. You looked around and watched as the break room door just closed; probably Tony.

You got up, fixed that stupid little work skirt they had you wear and trotted over to the break room. The door squeaked open. The light at the back flickered on and off, a usual thing that happens and needs fixing. At the very back, in the shitty lighting, Tony ate whatever he brought silently and scrolled on his phone.

"Hey." You said as you passed by, snagging your packed lunch from the fridge. "How's it going?"

"Good." Tony answered simply, watching you sit and scooting to make room. "How are you? I know you never usually stay this late." He put down his phone, full attention to you.

You shrugged. "It's just two more hours than normal. Well, feels like five, but..."

He laughed. "I'm trying to get mine switched so I can end earlier, at least for the back half of the year. But I understand how you feel. At least it's almost over."

"Weird to have a break time that basically falls into the end of your shift. You could really just leave early if you wanted." You said thoughtfully, undoing the packaging and flipping out your sandwich.

"Sometimes I do. By that time nobody is here to care." Tony shrugged.

"You get back into that music thing yet?" You raised your eyebrows at him expectantly.

Tony smiled his normally wide smile, one you found cute, and shook his head nervously. "A little bit, yeah... Just practicing. Nothing more."

Tony liked the guitar. You wished everyday that you could hear him play, but no. He never recorded any sessions and more did exercises and things to get better and better. He seemed really into it at first, which you thought was cool, but he was right about the working thing.

"Hm." You blinked. "I bet you're really good."

"Good enough." He said humbly.

You two sat and ate and chatted like usual for a while. The thirty minutes felt slower with him rather than faster. Like if somebody said "time flies when you're having fun," it would have been more time goes at a halt when you're having fun. Not that you could complain. He was fun and easy to talk to, but also not an eyesore. Not at all.

He didn't think you were either. Through the whole conversation you could've sworn you saw him checking you out more than once. It was probably the new women's uniform, which was honestly really weird. Your boss was a creep, all the women in the studio knew it and were only seconds away from filing a complaint.

Tony's eyes flicked down at the black and gray plaid skirt. He poked at the bottom hem. "Remind me why these are mandatory again?"

You scoffed. "I have no idea. The suits are stupid, too." You pointed at his own attire, a matching flannel piece that looked better on him than it did on you. "But it looks better and easier to wear. I look like a fucking schoolgirl. It's creepy."

Tony winced, then swallowed unusually hard. "The tights don't help either."

"I rock them though, right?" You held out a leg. "I wore the shit out of these in high school."

"Mhm." Tony hummed, boldly reaching a finger down and trailing the top of your thigh, right by the knee. "You do."

You squinted at him, watching as he never quite looked at you and instead every other part of your body but your eyes. He continued absentmindedly.

"Are you um... feeling alright today, Tony?" You asked hesitantly, the little smile tugging at your lips failing to keep off.

Tony bit his lip as if he were thinking hard. "Y'know, I um... I just have been thinking, is all-"

"About what?"

"About you, if you want me to be honest." He mumbled. "I mean, not to sound like an uh... like a creep, or whatever." He tilted his head and pushed out the words awkwardly. "I guess what I mean is that I've been wanting to ask you out...?"

"Oh?" You felt the blush run to your cheeks without control. "Really?"

"Yeah. Sorry I wasn't very formal with it." Tony said softly. His eyes flicked down to your lips this time and smirked. "You make me a little nervous."

Your heart fluttered at that. "You're sweet." You blurted, attempting to relax in your seat when really you began to feel like you were freaking out.

Tony blinked at you, opened his mouth a couple times then asked softly, "Would you be open to it?"

"Oh, yes, sorry-"

"No, no, you're fine," Tony quickly intervened. "It's no pressure or anything. I'd just like to see you alone when it's not just here or in our little corner at that bar down the street."

You smiled, a little embarrassed. "I could use a real dinner." You said hesitantly.

"Well, good." Tony nodded slowly. "... When might you be free?"

"All day tomorrow." You said quickly.

"I can leave early." He replied quicker.

You both nodded awkwardly after that, sharing a little laugh and continuing to eat whatever you had left of your lunch; but something was off after that.

He kept looking at you funny. Like he was hungry. Like the lunch he had in front of him just wasn't cutting it. Idiotically, you were about to offer him your sandwich, but... then pretty easily found out what might have been bothering him. Secretly, it was bothering you, too.

You sighed softly as if preparing yourself. "Tony," He looked up quickly at his name, "Is there... anything else?"

He blinked at you, shrugged and nodded all in the same few seconds. "There's a couple."

"Like...?" You urged him. But right then, Tony leaned forward onto the table, nearly knocking your stuff from the little desk and kissed you. It was soft, but it immediately ignited some kind of fire which pushed you to need more.

As Tony was pulling back, looking a little embarrassed, you took his face in your hands and pulled him back. He left his chair in a heartbeat, pulling you up with him until you both stood, but not for long as he spun you both and lifted you easily to the other counter top.

He moved in so there was barely any space between you, body between your legs, and leaned down just barely to kiss you again, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip before you finally let him in. It was on the sloppier side, nearing desperation on his end. You pulled him impossibly closer by the belt.

Tony groaned into your mouth before pulling away, breathing heavily. "Is this okay?" He asked sweetly, hands cupping your face.

You nodded furiously, hand creeping to the back of his neck to push into his hair. "This is perfect." You replied with a grin.

He smiled back. His tattooed hands shifted from your waist until down at your thighs. He looked up for silent permission before dipping right in between them, dipping closer to where you most needed him. But, unexpectedly, Tony took the tights you had between two fingers, worked at it for a moment before quite literally tearing them open, far enough to give him some room but not too much to make a statement when you left the office.

You looked down, jaw agape. "Oh, wow." You mused.

"Sorry," Tony smirked. "I owe you, alright?"

You cursed softly, feeling his warm hands search your body and slowly ride up the skirt you had enough to lift it up a little more, exposing just enough of your panties. His head dipped to your neck, kissing and sucking various spots before finding the one area that sent shivers down your spine, and bit down on it.

"You're so pretty." Tony murmured, lips sliding to your throat where he licked up, paused at the jaw then kissed you again.

You peeled at his suit top until it fell off, leaving him in just that white undershirt and his more formal pants. You tugged at his belt, the clinking sound exciting in the quiet room. He pulled both the pants and his boxers down swiftly, wasting no time at all as he pulled your panties to the side, keeping them planted there with his thumb as he guided himself in with the other hand.

You gasped quietly at his urgency and he groaned, pushing his forehead to yours, giving you both a moment to adjust and feeling it out. "I'm good," You whispered after a few seconds, and he slowly began rocking his hips into yours.

Tony let his head fall back and his body tensed over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him hooked there, unable to leave. He kept fucking you at that same slower pace that made your body rigid and had your nails scraping at his back. He didn't seem to mind.

The elevator bell rang outside of the room. Your eyes popped open, nearly terrified, and pushed at his chest a little.

"Tony," You gasped, confused as to why he wasn't pulling away.

"I know who it is." Tony bit out. "We're fine."

"What-"

He whined softly. "Please baby, you feel so damn good... don't make me stop."

Your heart fluttered at that. The heat deep in your stomach got hotter at his words. You couldn't deny him that. Between the nervousness or thrill of knowing you could be caught, you actually felt yourself getting closer, one of your hands moving down your body to flick and tease at your clit, making you moan.

Tony moved you closer, his hand prying into your hair and nearly yanking your head backward, exposing your neck. He sucked against your pulse point, breathing heavily against your skin. He moved up so his lips brushed against your ear.

"Do you think about doing this as much as I do?" He whispered, pace unrelenting. He wouldn't quit, and you knew it. Your heart pounding and body a little overstimulated, you managed only a few frantic nods, to which he grinned. "That's good, baby. You're doing so well," He trailed off with a low moan, thrusts getting sloppier and quicker.

You moaned softly, legs tensing around his waist. "Tony, I'm so close-"

"Come for me, then." Tony demanded quickly, "Let me feel it,"

Your eyes fluttered shut and rolled back. Tony groaned, pushing his hips forward and hard into yours until there was nowhere else to move, pushing you to your limit. His head dropped to your collarbone, nipping gently at the skin. He came inside you moments after with a cry as you tightened around him, finally succumbing to your orgasm.

You both took a long couple seconds to just sit there. He pulled back and out, holding you by the waist to keep you and himself grounded.

Tony smirked at you, sweetly. "When do I pick you up tomorrow?"

You blinked, slightly dumbfounded at how quick everything had just happened, but still managed to smile back, casually. "Um... Six?"

hi twins :) this is yet another one from my wattpad and ao3! made this for a lovely moot, as I said before... you know who you are...

you and Tony were working alone in the upstairs offices one day when the tensions you built up overtime finally got some use.

smut, office, not necessarily a quickie but its faster-paced.

fem reader.

proofread I think idk

ENJOY!

___

A small, surprisingly clean and old building with boxed offices stood in downtown San Diego. This little finance building was where you worked- third box-office to the elevator on the third floor, where if you look out just right, you'll get a nice view of the rest of the city.

You decorated your little box with random shit. A little Christmas calendar from Hobby Lobby, a little fake plant and rainbow sticky notes pretty much everywhere with "affirmations" to get you through the day. Though really the affirmations were just the break times and when your shift ended, since that made you happy enough in itself.

It's not that it was a bad job, but working a stereotypical nine-to-five in a place as boring and quiet as that? Sitting at a desk all day long? Clicking and clacking at a mouse? Oof.

You desperately needed some entertainment. Or at least some work friends, but that was hard because you were stationed on the third floor where only five or less other people worked as well.

But... you decided to be brave and put yourself out there a little more- running around when each person was there and introducing yourself, asking for help even when you didn't need it, or making small talk enough to slowly have it become comfortable.

There were two women, Stacy and Carrie; then three men, Cameron, David, and finally Tony.

Everybody was regular, mostly a little older with a wife or husband and maybe a kid. Basically, everybody had a somebody.

Except for Tony.

Tony was probably the most interesting one on the floor, in your opinion. Single, no known kids or significant others. Normally men like him, appearance-wise, wouldn't really be accepted in a businessy position. He was tattooed from almost head to toe, sometimes didn't even wear the right work apparel, and actually had large gauged ears that he hid pretty well under his longer hair or a convenient beanie. If you looked close enough at his face, you could see the little holes in his lips from where snakebites once were. You firmly believed that your boss accepted him purely for being excellent at his job.

He was a relatively sweet guy. Held doors, sometimes handed out or bought coffee and snacks for your team, and knew everybody by name. But he wasn't like... overly social. It was usually just an awkward wave, or his usual wide smile and other small greetings, so talking with him and bonding like you had with the rest of the team was a little harder.

Even then, while it was hard, you pushed on to try and get to know him. You tried to put yourself out there more, invited him to tag along when Carrie made small dinner plans, (which seemed a little odd, but you only went the few times Tony went, so...) until Tony eventually gave in.

You two chatted more often up until the point of him sometimes offering to sit in the box next to you just to be able to talk over the little barrier and keep each other entertained through the long days. Sometimes he'd even flirt, but kept it more inconspicuous, so when you finally think back on it that same night you'd finally realize that he'd been hitting on you. Then sadly enough, your shift often ended before his.

But tonight was different.

You had to fill in for Stacy's shift that lasted until seven, which was a stretch, but you'd get tomorrow off anyway. It was around 6:30, the sun set a little early through the freshly cleaned windows, and a later break time was announced via clock.

The only two people on your floor that night were you and Tony.

You glanced at the little clock on your computer, leaned far out of the box to snoop at Tony who was just finishing up a call. As if he had a second sense, he twisted around to see you and held up his pointer finger in a sign to wait.

You shrugged, leaned forward and back to your desk, instead jotting down some numbers quick and finishing the one draft email you apparently hadn't sent. It wasn't urgent or anything, but your boss would appreciate it. After a couple minutes of waiting, you paid so much attention to the things in front of you that you hadn't realized Tony had left his spot. You looked around and watched as the break room door just closed; probably Tony.

You got up, fixed that stupid little work skirt they had you wear and trotted over to the break room. The door squeaked open. The light at the back flickered on and off, a usual thing that happens and needs fixing. At the very back, in the shitty lighting, Tony ate whatever he brought silently and scrolled on his phone.

"Hey." You said as you passed by, snagging your packed lunch from the fridge. "How's it going?"

"Good." Tony answered simply, watching you sit and scooting to make room. "How are you? I know you never usually stay this late." He put down his phone, full attention to you.

You shrugged. "It's just two more hours than normal. Well, feels like five, but..."

He laughed. "I'm trying to get mine switched so I can end earlier, at least for the back half of the year. But I understand how you feel. At least it's almost over."

"Weird to have a break time that basically falls into the end of your shift. You could really just leave early if you wanted." You said thoughtfully, undoing the packaging and flipping out your sandwich.

"Sometimes I do. By that time nobody is here to care." Tony shrugged.

"You get back into that music thing yet?" You raised your eyebrows at him expectantly.

Tony smiled his normally wide smile, one you found cute, and shook his head nervously. "A little bit, yeah... Just practicing. Nothing more."

Tony liked the guitar. You wished everyday that you could hear him play, but no. He never recorded any sessions and more did exercises and things to get better and better. He seemed really into it at first, which you thought was cool, but he was right about the working thing.

"Hm." You blinked. "I bet you're really good."

"Good enough." He said humbly.

You two sat and ate and chatted like usual for a while. The thirty minutes felt slower with him rather than faster. Like if somebody said "time flies when you're having fun," it would have been more time goes at a halt when you're having fun. Not that you could complain. He was fun and easy to talk to, but also not an eyesore. Not at all.

He didn't think you were either. Through the whole conversation you could've sworn you saw him checking you out more than once. It was probably the new women's uniform, which was honestly really weird. Your boss was a creep, all the women in the studio knew it and were only seconds away from filing a complaint.

Tony's eyes flicked down at the black and gray plaid skirt. He poked at the bottom hem. "Remind me why these are mandatory again?"

You scoffed. "I have no idea. The suits are stupid, too." You pointed at his own attire, a matching flannel piece that looked better on him than it did on you. "But it looks better and easier to wear. I look like a fucking schoolgirl. It's creepy."

Tony winced, then swallowed unusually hard. "The tights don't help either."

"I rock them though, right?" You held out a leg. "I wore the shit out of these in high school."

"Mhm." Tony hummed, boldly reaching a finger down and trailing the top of your thigh, right by the knee. "You do."

You squinted at him, watching as he never quite looked at you and instead every other part of your body but your eyes. He continued absentmindedly.

"Are you um... feeling alright today, Tony?" You asked hesitantly, the little smile tugging at your lips failing to keep off.

Tony bit his lip as if he were thinking hard. "Y'know, I um... I just have been thinking, is all-"

"About what?"

"About you, if you want me to be honest." He mumbled. "I mean, not to sound like an uh... like a creep, or whatever." He tilted his head and pushed out the words awkwardly. "I guess what I mean is that I've been wanting to ask you out...?"

"Oh?" You felt the blush run to your cheeks without control. "Really?"

"Yeah. Sorry I wasn't very formal with it." Tony said softly. His eyes flicked down to your lips this time and smirked. "You make me a little nervous."

Your heart fluttered at that. "You're sweet." You blurted, attempting to relax in your seat when really you began to feel like you were freaking out.

Tony blinked at you, opened his mouth a couple times then asked softly, "Would you be open to it?"

"Oh, yes, sorry-"

"No, no, you're fine," Tony quickly intervened. "It's no pressure or anything. I'd just like to see you alone when it's not just here or in our little corner at that bar down the street."

You smiled, a little embarrassed. "I could use a real dinner." You said hesitantly.

"Well, good." Tony nodded slowly. "... When might you be free?"

"All day tomorrow." You said quickly.

"I can leave early." He replied quicker.

You both nodded awkwardly after that, sharing a little laugh and continuing to eat whatever you had left of your lunch; but something was off after that.

He kept looking at you funny. Like he was hungry. Like the lunch he had in front of him just wasn't cutting it. Idiotically, you were about to offer him your sandwich, but... then pretty easily found out what might have been bothering him. Secretly, it was bothering you, too.

You sighed softly as if preparing yourself. "Tony," He looked up quickly at his name, "Is there... anything else?"

He blinked at you, shrugged and nodded all in the same few seconds. "There's a couple."

"Like...?" You urged him. But right then, Tony leaned forward onto the table, nearly knocking your stuff from the little desk and kissed you. It was soft, but it immediately ignited some kind of fire which pushed you to need more.

As Tony was pulling back, looking a little embarrassed, you took his face in your hands and pulled him back. He left his chair in a heartbeat, pulling you up with him until you both stood, but not for long as he spun you both and lifted you easily to the other counter top.

He moved in so there was barely any space between you, body between your legs, and leaned down just barely to kiss you again, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip before you finally let him in. It was on the sloppier side, nearing desperation on his end. You pulled him impossibly closer by the belt.

Tony groaned into your mouth before pulling away, breathing heavily. "Is this okay?" He asked sweetly, hands cupping your face.

You nodded furiously, hand creeping to the back of his neck to push into his hair. "This is perfect." You replied with a grin.

He smiled back. His tattooed hands shifted from your waist until down at your thighs. He looked up for silent permission before dipping right in between them, dipping closer to where you most needed him. But, unexpectedly, Tony took the tights you had between two fingers, worked at it for a moment before quite literally tearing them open, far enough to give him some room but not too much to make a statement when you left the office.

You looked down, jaw agape. "Oh, wow." You mused.

"Sorry," Tony smirked. "I owe you, alright?"

You cursed softly, feeling his warm hands search your body and slowly ride up the skirt you had enough to lift it up a little more, exposing just enough of your panties. His head dipped to your neck, kissing and sucking various spots before finding the one area that sent shivers down your spine, and bit down on it.

"You're so pretty." Tony murmured, lips sliding to your throat where he licked up, paused at the jaw then kissed you again.

You peeled at his suit top until it fell off, leaving him in just that white undershirt and his more formal pants. You tugged at his belt, the clinking sound exciting in the quiet room. He pulled both the pants and his boxers down swiftly, wasting no time at all as he pulled your panties to the side, keeping them planted there with his thumb as he guided himself in with the other hand.

You gasped quietly at his urgency and he groaned, pushing his forehead to yours, giving you both a moment to adjust and feeling it out. "I'm good," You whispered after a few seconds, and he slowly began rocking his hips into yours.

Tony let his head fall back and his body tensed over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him hooked there, unable to leave. He kept fucking you at that same slower pace that made your body rigid and had your nails scraping at his back. He didn't seem to mind.

The elevator bell rang outside of the room. Your eyes popped open, nearly terrified, and pushed at his chest a little.

"Tony," You gasped, confused as to why he wasn't pulling away.

"I know who it is." Tony bit out. "We're fine."

"What-"

He whined softly. "Please baby, you feel so damn good... don't make me stop."

Your heart fluttered at that. The heat deep in your stomach got hotter at his words. You couldn't deny him that. Between the nervousness or thrill of knowing you could be caught, you actually felt yourself getting closer, one of your hands moving down your body to flick and tease at your clit, making you moan.

Tony moved you closer, his hand prying into your hair and nearly yanking your head backward, exposing your neck. He sucked against your pulse point, breathing heavily against your skin. He moved up so his lips brushed against your ear.

"Do you think about doing this as much as I do?" He whispered, pace unrelenting. He wouldn't quit, and you knew it. Your heart pounding and body a little overstimulated, you managed only a few frantic nods, to which he grinned. "That's good, baby. You're doing so well," He trailed off with a low moan, thrusts getting sloppier and quicker.

You moaned softly, legs tensing around his waist. "Tony, I'm so close-"

"Come for me, then." Tony demanded quickly, "Let me feel it,"

Your eyes fluttered shut and rolled back. Tony groaned, pushing his hips forward and hard into yours until there was nowhere else to move, pushing you to your limit. His head dropped to your collarbone, nipping gently at the skin. He came inside you moments after with a cry as you tightened around him, finally succumbing to your orgasm.

You both took a long couple seconds to just sit there. He pulled back and out, holding you by the waist to keep you and himself grounded.

Tony smirked at you, sweetly. "When do I pick you up tomorrow?"

You blinked, slightly dumbfounded at how quick everything had just happened, but still managed to smile back, casually. "Um... Six?"

Tony perry who fucks you for the first time and dosent know how to act, humping your ass as his face is pressed in your neck, rambling about how good you feel and how pretty you sound taking his cock for the first time.

contains: vic fuentes, jaime preciado & tony perry

A/N: first time doing anything for PTV! they’re not usually my go to for links but i might do some more for a master links post ; )

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