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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
699
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Coffee Break
*i think the old joke title scared people... then again this
is a rather hasty encounter...definately PWP. i have decided that there is no real need for a title on this one. There are just a few corrections scattered here, nothing new, but please! enjoy for the third time!*
*This is the direct result of a desperate attempt to express
that Reno is bi, not gay. It was also sort of a joke that got
out of hand, but please ^_^ enjoy! *
*on another hasty note, the disclamer is in the prof, but all you need to know is that these are squaresoft's bitches... not mine...*
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Part One: Coffee Break
If there is a God, He drinks coffee.
That’s what Reno decided as he downed his second plastic cups
worth of lukewarm black coffee in the break room of the ShinRa
Incorporated Head Quarters. During his drunken stupor the other
night due to a depressing defeat in Gongaga village, a profound
thought struck him.
If God really did make the world in seven days, He not only
rushed it but also did a half-assed job of it. Those kind of
mistakes only happen when you’re drunk—really, really drunk.
God must have a pretty nasty hangover.
Therefore, He must drink coffee, just like Reno was to fend off
his own hangover. He remembered trying to explain it to Rude,
but how much actually was comprehended—or understandable—Reno
wasn’t too sure. He probably didn’t even remember.
“You look like hell.”
Reno glanced over and saw Elena posting a cute little “Please
recycle your cups” sign. “Urh,” he replied, throwing his cup in the
trash to spite her.
“I heard you got your ass kicked,” she said, eyeing his black eye.
“Shut up,” he told her, touching his eyebrow to see if it would heal
any faster without Materia. No such luck. “Shut up or I’ll fuck you.”
It was sort of a joke, but Elena’s expression showed that it didn’t
really come off like one. Reno never really considered the idea
seriously, though there were rumors flying around that she was a
kinky little bitch with Tseng.
“You wouldn’t,” Elena laughed dubiously.
“I dunno, I’ve been sorta the office slut around here lately…”
he replied, kind of truthfully.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Elena asked.
Reno shrugged. “About what? Being the office slut or fucking
you?”
“You’re making fun of me again!” Elena pouted, crossing her
arms.
Reno kicked the door shut and lifted the lid of the copy machine.
“Get on.”
Elena blinked. It was so hard to tell if he was joking or not, making
her his favorite victim of pranks and cruel jokes.
“Come on—get on or file a harassment lawsuit, let’s go! This break
is only ten minutes long,” Reno urged her. Though women had
become somewhat of a bore to him, becoming a member of the
“office club” would be entertaining. That and he had no idea why
he was so hard all the sudden. He wanted to get rid of it before he
turned in a failure report to Rufus. He was sexy enough; reprimand
might end in possible unwelcome advances on his part.
In a heartbeat Elena was wedged between Reno and the back of
the copy machine. Reno tore off her thong underneath the skirt
and slipped his fingers inside her. She was wet and hot, and her
clit was hard. Did he turn her on that much?
His thumb explored around and over the tiny pink nub, applying
pressure enough to make Elena blush and bit her lip as she tried
to keep her vocal agreement with the action under control. He
would have preferred more rough play but they weren’t in the right
place, nor did they have the time. Reno unzipped his pants and
took his hard pulsing cock out, rubbing the head of it against that
swollen clitoris. Elena was straining to stay under control, but when
Reno shoved it as far as it could go inter her slick pussy a yelp
escaped. Reno muffled this quickly with a rough kiss.
As he got more into the motion of fucking his co-worker, somehow
her legs pressed a random assortment of buttons and the copy
machine came to life beneath them. The vibration caused both of
them to moan softly. Reno realized that the machine was making
copies of the filthy act. Strange but somehow hot, this encouraged
him to fuck Elena harder and faster, until her breathing was so
ragged her voice threatened to echo off the break room walls. Reno
shoved his tongue back into her mouth and continued to pump he
rock solid erection in and out of a dazed Elena, who had already come
all over his pubic hair and the glass of the copy machine.
A beep from their alter caught his attention. On his next out-thrust
he glanced down and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Elena gasped.
“Outta toner,” he said with a smirk. “Oh, and it’s 9:38—you’re late.”
“9:38?!” Elena shrieked, jumping off of the copier and rearranging herself. “Rufus will be so mad!”
“Can we finish this some time?” he asked nonchalantly.
Elena grabbed her purse as she smoothed her hair. “Lunch. My
place. Gotta go!” She darted out, without a second glance back at
him.
Reno shook his head in amusement, buttoning his pants. She
left three very damning pieces of evidence behind for him: the
stains of the copier, the thong she had left behind in her hurry
and 37 copies of office pornography.
He windexed the copier and taped and “out of toner” note to it,
stuffed the black and hot pink panties in his pocket and neatly
placed the copies in a manila folder. She was going to regret
setting herself up for this one.
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is a rather hasty encounter...definately PWP. i have decided that there is no real need for a title on this one. There are just a few corrections scattered here, nothing new, but please! enjoy for the third time!*
*This is the direct result of a desperate attempt to express
that Reno is bi, not gay. It was also sort of a joke that got
out of hand, but please ^_^ enjoy! *
*on another hasty note, the disclamer is in the prof, but all you need to know is that these are squaresoft's bitches... not mine...*
Untitled
Part One: Coffee Break
If there is a God, He drinks coffee.
That’s what Reno decided as he downed his second plastic cups
worth of lukewarm black coffee in the break room of the ShinRa
Incorporated Head Quarters. During his drunken stupor the other
night due to a depressing defeat in Gongaga village, a profound
thought struck him.
If God really did make the world in seven days, He not only
rushed it but also did a half-assed job of it. Those kind of
mistakes only happen when you’re drunk—really, really drunk.
God must have a pretty nasty hangover.
Therefore, He must drink coffee, just like Reno was to fend off
his own hangover. He remembered trying to explain it to Rude,
but how much actually was comprehended—or understandable—Reno
wasn’t too sure. He probably didn’t even remember.
“You look like hell.”
Reno glanced over and saw Elena posting a cute little “Please
recycle your cups” sign. “Urh,” he replied, throwing his cup in the
trash to spite her.
“I heard you got your ass kicked,” she said, eyeing his black eye.
“Shut up,” he told her, touching his eyebrow to see if it would heal
any faster without Materia. No such luck. “Shut up or I’ll fuck you.”
It was sort of a joke, but Elena’s expression showed that it didn’t
really come off like one. Reno never really considered the idea
seriously, though there were rumors flying around that she was a
kinky little bitch with Tseng.
“You wouldn’t,” Elena laughed dubiously.
“I dunno, I’ve been sorta the office slut around here lately…”
he replied, kind of truthfully.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Elena asked.
Reno shrugged. “About what? Being the office slut or fucking
you?”
“You’re making fun of me again!” Elena pouted, crossing her
arms.
Reno kicked the door shut and lifted the lid of the copy machine.
“Get on.”
Elena blinked. It was so hard to tell if he was joking or not, making
her his favorite victim of pranks and cruel jokes.
“Come on—get on or file a harassment lawsuit, let’s go! This break
is only ten minutes long,” Reno urged her. Though women had
become somewhat of a bore to him, becoming a member of the
“office club” would be entertaining. That and he had no idea why
he was so hard all the sudden. He wanted to get rid of it before he
turned in a failure report to Rufus. He was sexy enough; reprimand
might end in possible unwelcome advances on his part.
In a heartbeat Elena was wedged between Reno and the back of
the copy machine. Reno tore off her thong underneath the skirt
and slipped his fingers inside her. She was wet and hot, and her
clit was hard. Did he turn her on that much?
His thumb explored around and over the tiny pink nub, applying
pressure enough to make Elena blush and bit her lip as she tried
to keep her vocal agreement with the action under control. He
would have preferred more rough play but they weren’t in the right
place, nor did they have the time. Reno unzipped his pants and
took his hard pulsing cock out, rubbing the head of it against that
swollen clitoris. Elena was straining to stay under control, but when
Reno shoved it as far as it could go inter her slick pussy a yelp
escaped. Reno muffled this quickly with a rough kiss.
As he got more into the motion of fucking his co-worker, somehow
her legs pressed a random assortment of buttons and the copy
machine came to life beneath them. The vibration caused both of
them to moan softly. Reno realized that the machine was making
copies of the filthy act. Strange but somehow hot, this encouraged
him to fuck Elena harder and faster, until her breathing was so
ragged her voice threatened to echo off the break room walls. Reno
shoved his tongue back into her mouth and continued to pump he
rock solid erection in and out of a dazed Elena, who had already come
all over his pubic hair and the glass of the copy machine.
A beep from their alter caught his attention. On his next out-thrust
he glanced down and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Elena gasped.
“Outta toner,” he said with a smirk. “Oh, and it’s 9:38—you’re late.”
“9:38?!” Elena shrieked, jumping off of the copier and rearranging herself. “Rufus will be so mad!”
“Can we finish this some time?” he asked nonchalantly.
Elena grabbed her purse as she smoothed her hair. “Lunch. My
place. Gotta go!” She darted out, without a second glance back at
him.
Reno shook his head in amusement, buttoning his pants. She
left three very damning pieces of evidence behind for him: the
stains of the copier, the thong she had left behind in her hurry
and 37 copies of office pornography.
He windexed the copier and taped and “out of toner” note to it,
stuffed the black and hot pink panties in his pocket and neatly
placed the copies in a manila folder. She was going to regret
setting herself up for this one.
***************************************************************