#hatbox office

[thehatboxwitch]

gender neutral

Imagine being crowded in the lift each morning at your workplace. You're stuck in the very corner at the back, trying to breathe amidst the press of cologne and suits.

As luck (good or bad, you haven't decided yet) would have it, you're stuck next to your workplace crush, Anaxa, except everyone calls him by his full name because he gets snappy otherwise. He smells faintly like oil, a very curious detail that you'd always noticed but never had the guts to ask about.

The other person trapping you against the wall is an unfamiliar face. A shock of light blue hair and similarly coloured eyes - oh, he's smiling at you. You flash him a brief smile back. Probably a new intern on the job... his enthusiasm will be gone in a few days though, you're sure of that.

But why's he so huge? Did he use to be some sort of athlete? Such a waste he's stuck here behind a desk like you are, instead of out on the playing field. It feels like he's blocking you off from the rest of the people in the lift, however, and you appreciate that.

Then you're at your floor. Anaxa pushes out ahead of you easily, but you're stuck, still struggling to wade through the crowd.

He turns around to pull you through just as the newbie reaches around you to help. Then all three of you are standing on the lift landing and they're exchanging sharp, tense looks. The greenie introduces himself as Phainon, and would a pretty face like yours please show him to the manager's office? He's new and he'd hate to get lost on his first day.

You can feel Anaxa's disapproval. Is it so hard to follow the signs, or is he just that dumb?

Cue Mydei - heir of the company, grumpy, and very hot-headed. What the hell are you doing standing around here with these idiots?

Then there's you, being pulled each every way, not wanting to trod on any toes but very sure that there's a fight about to break out under your very nose no matter who you choose.

[thehatboxwitch]

anaxa and punishment. fem!reader, TW // nsfw, power play, name-calling (whore, slut), amphoreus office au.

“Whatever should I do with incompetent subordinates like you, hm?”

Your face heats. You can’t see him - you’re on your hands and knees, staring down at the carpet. Anaxa had told you that you wouldn’t get the pleasure of looking at his face until he was satisfied.

Whatever that meant.

You can see his perfectly polished shoes pass by, routing behind you. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer out. “I didn’t mean-”

“Didn’t mean?” He raps against the table above you sharply, and you jump. “The difference between a hundred thousand and a million is one zero. I can’t have such oversights happening under my watch.”

Slender fingers stroke the curve of your ass, and you’re left with only a heartbeat before Anaxa’s palm slaps sharply against your behind.

You yelp, your fingers scrabbling for purchase in the tightly woven carpet, and he flips your skirt up.

“Little whore,” he hisses. “Does this turn you on?”

Anaxa presses his fingers into your mound. Only then do you notice the sticky dampness pooling between your legs.

“D-don’t touch me there. Don’t look,” you manage to stammer out.

In response, he spreads the folds of your flesh wider, tracing down the slit, leaving tiny electrical shocks of pleasure up your spine.

“Is this how you want to be punished?” he muses. Anaxa’s tone had suddenly gone dangerously soft, and you stifle a groan at the arousal that runs through you, each stroke of his fingers taking him closer and closer to where you wanted him. “Taking me over and over again like a good slut?”

You remain silent. And Anaxa’s grips your chin, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers, pretty thing? Or do I have to leave you high and dry tonight?”

His single, beautiful green eye glints back at you behind his thin-framed glasses.

“Yes.” You swallow back your pride. "Please, Anaxa, I want you."

"Hmm." He disappears from your view again. There's a heartbeat- then you feel something prodding at your entrance. You gasp, leaning forward. It's too blunt, too big, too warm to be his fingers-

You stifle a cry when Anaxa pushes his dick into you. The sudden stretch has you burning, writhing under his touch - Anaxa leans forward and cages you low to the ground so you can't get away from him.

"Be good," he hisses. "Or your punishment will be a lot worse than this."

"I will," you whimper out. "Please, Anaxa-"

He drags himself out slowly, and snaps his hips forward, driving his tip all the way to your cervix. You cry out properly this time, your head falling forward.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice your little crush on me?" he continues, keeping a steady rhythm, fucking into you hard and slow. "Every time I walked into the room you looked so happy. Every time I spoke to you your eyes would sparkle. Did you think you were subtle?"

"N-no," you manage to choke out. With some subtle angling, Anaxa had managed to find a position where he could hit all of your deepest, most sensitive parts. Each drag of his warm cock along your walls had you spasming. "I'm gonna- mm- close-"

"Too much for you? Never had anyone treat you so well before?" Now a hint of smugness tinges his words. "I'm surprised, with you walking around in such a tiny skirt."

You can't find the words to reply, because your orgasm hits you all at once.

You shudder and shake, arching into Anaxa over you, the sound of liquid splattering against the carpet turning you on even more. "Please, please, please..."

Anaxa stills, allowing you a moment to catch your breath.

"Were you just squirting?" His hands creeps between your legs. "Interesting... we can make use of that, can't we?"

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