#dipatch

while the thought of a quiet office party was nice, the phoenix program didn’t work that way. there was suddenly an abundance of alcohol that seemed to appear out of nowhere and in less than half an hour, 75% of the employees were sloshed out fo their minds. you’re pretty sure you saw prism making out with water boy in some poor soul’s cubicle (thankfully not yours).

seeking a little quiet away from the party to not have bass pounding in your ears of some strange remix of ‘last christmas’ by wham and techno music, you made a quick pot of coffee to ward off the sleepiness that alcohol usually gave you.

it was automatic at this point: coffee filter, pour in way too much ground coffee (what can you say, you like it strong), and press start.

standing alone made you realize just how tipsy you were. not quite world spinning, but it does somewhat feel like you're aboard a ship.

the small ding of the abused coffeemaker brings you back to dry land as you sift through a variety of mugs to find your favorite one.

just as you finished adding in the cream and sugar, the door opened and shut just as fast. you looked up and saw victor, smiling up at the bat hybrid who held a red solo cup that you could smell even a few feet apart.

“what the hell is in your drunk?” you asked with a scrunched nose, cupping your coffee close to your face and helped neutralize the smell.

“oh you know, a little of this, a little of that,” he said with a grin. “want some?” he offered, holding the cup towards you.

“i’m good, i’ve got my own,” you smiled and took a sip of your perfectly made coffee. somewhere on the drink table, you had snagged a shooter of coffee liquor, keeping your buzz alive while you tried to wake up a bit more.

victor chugged down the rest of his drink and let out a small burp, tossing the cup into the trash can that was across the room.

“did you hear flambae singing ‘santa baby’ earlier?”

you snorted into your cup and giggled, “i’m pretty sure the whole block heard his off key rendition of proclaiming his sexual relationship with santa. i wish prism would’ve given him her autotune mic.”

“oh believe me, she offered but he refused!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in disapproval with a chuckle.

a warm silence filled the room and you swore you could see a tipsy blush on victor’s cheeks.

right as you were about to break the silence, victor glanced up and you followed his gaze. in front of the cabinets, someone had hung mistletoe from the ceiling.

you would call it another hr violation, but it was after hours so who cares?

warmth creeped up your cheeks and you looked back at victor, who was already staring at your lips.

“it’s tradition to kiss under mistletoe right?” you commented softly, more for yourself than actually needing confirmation.

“yeah, we wouldn’t want to break tradition now would we?” he said with a wicked smile, practically vibrating in his polished loafers.

“no we wouldn’t,” you agreed and slowly closed the space between you two.

placing your hands on his chest as his found your waist, your lips met in an unsure kiss as you got lost in the taste of whiskey and coffee. you leans more into him and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. victor clutched at your shirt and walked you back against the counter. he easily lifted you up onto the slightly sticky surface, standing between your legs. your lips molded against each other as if you were made for each other.

keeping your hands firmly in his fur, you experimentally rolled your hips against the front of his pressed slacks, already feeling him starting to harden against you. victor let out a small moan against your mouth in response and bucked his hips up to your heat.

"fuck you're killing me sweetheart," he groaned and buried his face into your neck as the two of you fell into a clumsy rhythm. you could feel his hot breath and fangs grazing your skin as he pressed desperate kisses into your skin. one of your hands gripped the counter as he pressed his formerly crisp slacks against your inviting sex, a wet spot starting to take shape.

your mouth found his once again and just as you were starting to open the buttons on your uniform, the door swung open.

"hey vic, we're gonna-" malevola started and abruptly stopped as she said both of your dishelved states.

your face heated up and you attempted to brush your hair back to save some semblance of your dignity, but victor remained unfazed.

"be there in a sec, i'm a little busy right now," he said with an all too cocky grin.

"i see that, have fun you two," she teased with a sing song voice as she slipped out of the room, leaving you two alone once again.

he immediately leaned back in to kiss you once again, to which you leaned away and slapped his chest, "really? that was humiliating!"

"what? nah, she's caught me in way worse situations than this," he attempted to reassure you and trailed a few pecks down your jaw.

you huffed and shook your head, his touch once again persuading you to put down your guard.

"Pleaseeee, I'm already prepped and everything, babe."

Victor begged, quite literally on his knees pleading in front of you, hands clasped together and everything.

"Please let me ride your dick!"

He whined, giving you his best pout as he stared up with his big white eyes. You sighed, reaching down to undo your belt.

"Fine, but just once, I don't need you trying to suck the life out of me like last time."

Victor lit up, jumping to his feet shockingly fast. He immediately started stripping his clothes off recklessly, clearly needy. You were much slower, taking your time to tease Victor as you took of your belt, then your shirt, fiddling with the button of your pants before finally pulling them off. There was a sizable tent in your boxers as your dick grew harder at Victor's naked form, fluffy, dark grey hair covering a majority of his body and what it didn't cover was pale skin, ready to be covered in hickeys and cum. Slowly, you climbed onto the bed, lying back comfortably as you stared at Victor with an expectant look.

"Well? You wanted to ride me, get to work."

You said harshly, your words making Victor dick twitch. He nodded, almost frantically, as he got onto the bed and straddled you. He grinded down over your boxers, making both of you groan.

"Fuckk..."

You murmured, keeping your cool as Victor humped your bulge. His wet cunt was soaking your boxers the more he rocked. Eventually, he couldn't take it, pulling back so he could rip off your boxers, which he did. He stroked you a few times but it didn't take long for him to immediately position himself over your cock. He sunk down on you dick, body shuddering as he took you in fully.

"Ah... mhh, that's... that's good.."

He whimpered slightly, his big bat ears twitching slightly at the sound of his own cunt squeezing around you. His pace started off slow as he rocked lazily. One of his hand slipped down to his belly, pressing where he could feel you inside him. He moaned at the thought.

His need over took him though. His pace became faster and he moved with reckless abandon, like he'd die if he stopped. You began to lose control, your calmness replaced with moans as you gripped his hips in an attempt to slowly Victor down.

"F-Fuck! God damn... slow down- mhpf!"

You groaned despite your hips bucking into his for more stimulation. You could feel your balls tightening as your orgasm approaching. Nails dug into Victor hips as you babbled.

"Baby, baby, fuck- I'm so close... fu-fuck, just a little more, baby.."

You murmured, also feeling how Victor squeezed around you. He couldn't even get words out, only moaning as he moved even faster (if that was even possible). You came with a crash, orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. You slamed your hips up and, attempted, to hold Victor down as you filled him with your cum. He couldn't be stopped though. Despite also cumming, his orgasm making his legs tremble like jello, he didn't stop riding you. He bounced on you like it was the end of the world, like he was poisoned and your dick was the antidote.

"V-Vic-..."

You whimpered through overstimulation.

"F-Fuck, I to-told you... ah, mphf- only o-once.."

Victor grinned, breathing heavily as he continued to ride you. He looked like you had just told him he was a million bucks plus a crypto scheme.

"Y-yeah, I know... just one more?.."

He murmured, moans cutting through his sentence. The puppy eyes he gave you were irresistible, especially as he warm cunt squeezed around you tightly. With a huff you gave in, your hand sliding down his pelvis to thumb his dick earning some beautiful whimpers.