Since you got your company, you’ve been trying to make deals with the competition. With one other company to be precise. But the CEO is just… ugh. Insufferable.
He’s a big minotaur with an even bigger ego who thinks he’s too good to make deals with the “enemy”, his words. Enemy meaning human, not only competition market-wise. And you get that, you truly do, but it’s fucking stupid not to be getting everything they could just because the CEO is just too stuck-up to even consider working with humans. It’s downright stupid to be losing part of the market just because he’s too into his head to accept your more than fair deal.
So you’re here again. Trying to make him reconsider. Or at least that’s what you’ve been trying to do for the past hours. Your lawyers look tired. His lawyers look tired. And you are so fucking done with his shit you just want to cross the room and slap him. Or kiss him. You are very confused after hours of this never-ending meeting.
You take a deep breath and try again. “You need to reconsider. It’s the only thing that makes sense. If we join forces, we can win over the rest of the competition, and we’ll have free reign over the market. It’s a good deal, we could be making so much mone-” You try to argue, your voice exasperated. You’ve told him the reasons a dozen times by now.
He cuts you. “That’s stupid.” You gape in his direction, completely blown away with his response. The audacity of this minotaur? Ugh.
The retort is out of your mouth before you can swallow it: “You are stupid.”
You can see his eyes darken from across the long table, his body tensing while he stares at you. You can see his nostrils flaring, the anger clearly rising inside of him while everyone else looks too shocked to say anything. It’s so silent in the room, you could hear a pin drop right now.
He slaps a hand on the table, startling everyone, and making some papers fly away with the force of it. “Everybody out,” he orders. His voice is like a roar, but you refuse to back down.
There’s some commotion, and people start to argue, but with only one look, he shuts everyone up, and they vacate the meeting room in seconds. Cowards. You stand up and glare at him. He doesn’t scare you.
You clear your throat, blinking slowly in his direction and adding all the venom in your word. “You shouldn’t abuse your power like that. It’s rude, and it shows you care very little about your workers,” you tell him with the utmost sincerity. You could have called him an asshole and it would have made him less annoyed than that. And that’s exactly why you said it.
“Shut up.” His words are a warning, you know that. And by the way your dick twitches… It knows it, too.
So you do what anyone with very little restrain would do, you press: “Or what? You’re going to do something about it?” All the arguing and bantering did it for you, and right now, the angry minotaur in front of you is looking hot as hell, and you might want to get some enemy-fuck right now.
You don’t realize how big he is until he crosses the room in three strides and stands in front of you, his nostrils flaring with anger. You don’t recoil, you stare up at him in defiance. That seems to amuse and annoy him in equal parts, because next thing you know, he’s pushing you back until you hit the wall.
His big hands are on your hips, and he’s pinning you up the wall so his mouth and yours are in line, and then he… He devours your mouth like his life depends on it. The kiss is punishing, and you give as much as you take, biting on his lips like you want to hurt him.
He pulls back to catch his breath. “Are you going to keep this facade of hating me forever?” He teases, his hips grinding against yours and making you gasp.
“I do hate you,” you respond without thinking.
He laughs, releasing your body and making you stumble forward until you catch yourself on the edge of the table. “You don’t say the same when my dick is buried inside of you and you are begging me to go harder,” he says, making you frown at him over your shoulder.
You don’t know better than to flag red in front of a bull, because the next words out of your mouth are: “Fuck you.” And the asshole laughs. LAUGHS!
You are about to curse him when he speaks. “Gladly.”
He pulls your pants down in one fluent motion, pushing your chest down until it is pressing against the mahogany table, his big body pressed against your back. The wight of him feels familiar, and it sparks your desire. His fingers find your hole and he starts pressing. Without any lube, there’s a spark of pain that sends all kinds of mixed signals to your brain, and an involuntary whimper escapes.
The asshole minotaur only laughs behind you, pressing open mouthed kisses against the back of your neck. You hear a package ripping, and next you know there’s cold lube against your hole, and you are cursing, much to his delight.
“You always get so fired up while arguing in meeting rooms, you are such a slut for banter. So ready to take my minotaur cock if I tell you off. What a filthy filthy human.”
His words are like knives of desire to your gut, and while you try to squirm under him, he uses the leverage to scissor his fingers, opening you up just enough. Before you realize, your brain is melting, his words far and forgotten, his big dick pressing against your opening in a way that feels sinful and perfect.
And the asshole still pushes. “Are you going to take all of me? Do you want it?” You nod excitedly, face pressed against the table, anger and embarrassment long gone and covered by need. “Words.”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me. Fill me, please,” you beg shamelessly.
His dick presses into you with the carefulness of someone who knows how big he is, but you aren’t having any of it. You push your ass back, earning a low moan from the minotaur on your back while you let out a choked moan when he bottoms out. He feels so big inside of you that you can barely breathe.
The minotaur lets out a choked breath, grunting like a madman when he starts to move. With each thrust your brain gets foggier, with each thrust, he hits your pleasure points just right. Before you can process it, you can feel the edge of the orgasm on your spine.
The sounds that escape you should be embarrassing, but you are way beyond that, fucking your ass back onto his dick like your life depends on it. “So fucking needy.” He punctuates each word with a push that hits right on your prostate.
Before you can even open your mouth, your body melts and your orgasm hits. He covers your mouth just in time, almost suffocating you while he fucks you through it.
He’s nailing your sensitive prostate with such force that your eyesight is completely blacked out, and by the time you feel the telltale sign of his orgasm, you are a mess of drool and tears when the first shot of his come paints your insides.
He fills you to the brim, your legs giving up under your body, only the table holding you up, while he ruts against your ass. He’s breathing hard against your neck for a long while, his big body embracing yours from behind, his dick going soft inside of you.
“I see you at home, honey,” he says in his most insufferable voice as he kisses your neck and pulls out, a rush of come dripping from your hole onto your pants. Gross.
You don’t even have time to say anything in response. The asshole walks out whistling while you try to recover your breathing and your legs start functioning again before leaving.
You hate meetings in your husband’s office (but not really).
Every village needs a forbidden forest where the monsters with fangs, claws and wings lurk, looking to snatch up any unsuspecting traveler to drag back to their den/nest and ravishing them to the point said traveler refuses to return to the village, opting to stay with their beastly partner
no offense but wheres my sexy mild mannered vampire boyfriend who knows jack shit about the modern world and gets too confused by it so he kisses me to distract me from his dumbassery and also we live together in a haunted castle
