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A little kiss and make up

Here you go  milesupshurisabae, hope you like it! Sorry it's so late!

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"God, you're a bastard!" You yell at Bright as they laugh.

"Come on sweetheart," they coo, "It was a joke!"

"Joke or not, you're still an asswipe!"

Bright shrugs, "Aw, that's just who I am sweetheart. Get used to it."

You stormed away from them and they followed closely after.

You don't face them, "Dear fucking god, leave me alone!"

"No can do sweet cheeks."

You roll your eyes, walking faster, praying to come across an excuse to get them to leave. Eventually, you stumble across your office and sigh in relief, you brunt open the door, closing it quickly so as to not let your great annoyance in. You locked them out and sighed. The fucker was gorgeous, you had to give them that, but dear god could they get on your nerves. You needed something to de-stress, now.

You look around your office, trying to find a distraction. You grew confused. Where did this shelf come from? Who's clock is this? You blink and realize that this is in fact not your office, but Bright's. Shit.

You facepalm and head to the door. Bright is whining behind it, banging on the metal to be let in. You hesitate, wanting to get him back for his nasty prank from earlier. You decide to hold his office hostage. You open the door, shoving Bright back, and block the opening with your body. Bright tries to push past you but you just shove them back.

They flush, "Oh, playing games, are we?"

"Yeah, I am," you retort, "I'm staying here until you pay me back for your little 'prank' earlier."

They roll their eyes, "It was a joke!"

"Pouring salt in my coffee instead of sugar is NOT a joke, it is a serious offense and should be treated with jail time."

Bright snorts and tries to push past you again. This time you knee them in the groin, nearly missing their junk. Bright winces and falls back. They pace in front of you for a moment before giving in.

They fall on their knees before you, pouting, "Fine! I'll do anything to get back in, my weed stash is in there."

You grin, placing a foot on their knee, "Gimmie your weed."

"What!? Hell no! Anything but that!"

You tap your chin, thinking, "Well, I do need a stress reliever... how about you give me head?"

Bright perks up for a split second before realizing themselves and dramatically crying, "Oh no! What a terrible punishment! I shall never recover!"

You laugh, seeing through them like glass, "Yeah, that's why I chose it. No takes backies, though, you've gotta deal with it to get in."

They sigh, "Okay fine, BUT we do it on my desk."

"Deal," you say, backing up and pulling yourself onto their oak desk and kicking off your shoes.

Bright grins and locks the door behind them. You lean back, resting on your hands, and spread your legs. Bright saunters over, the tip of their nos hovering an inch from yours for a moment. They swoop down and kiss your exposed collarbone. They trail their lips down to your clothed chest, and then to your stomach. They kiss the jut of your hip through your jeans before kneeling between your knees. You smile down at them and grip their hair.

Bright kisses the seam of your pants before nuzzling your inner thigh, "Oh, I can tell I'm going to like this."

"What's the hold up then, Jack?" you ask, pulling them back by their hair, "You aren't going chicken on me, are you?"

Bright gave out a breathless, lusty, laugh, "Hell no sweetheart."

They tugged at your belt roughly, almost ripping it off. You smacked their hands away and removed it along with your pants yourself as slow and teasing as possible. You laughed when you heard them whimper behind you. You get back up on the desk, now only in your underwear, and spread your legs once more. Bright jumps between your knees again, kissing your thighs and lower stomach with fervor. You pull their hair again, demanding them hurry up with no words. Bright whimpered and nuzzled your thigh again.

Frustrated, you were about to chew him out. Until he kissed your sex of course. You sighed in relief and spread your legs further to give them some more room. They pulled your underwear off, exposing you to the cool air and kissed your sex again and again, gently toying with you. You groan, a mix of frustration and pleasure, rolling your hips up into Bright's face. They grin up at you, wincing when you pull their hair again, before finally, finally, peeking their tongue out. They rolled ther tongue over your sex, languid. Bright was keen on teasing you, again rolling their tongue over your burning heat as you fucked their face, desperate for friction. They began to suck on whatever they could get their lips on, loving the soft whimpers and keens blooming from your throat.

You grabbed their hair and tugged their face from your sex, Bright letting out a suprised gasp as you did. Both of you panted, shifting where you sat, needing some sort of friction. You gave Bright two beats to catch their breath before shoving them back to work. Bright replied with a pleased moan that went straight to your spine. They sucked and kissed your sex, nipping you on occasion to see you jump slightly.

You grind into their face, groaning for more, Bright brought their tongue back in and you picked up the pace at which you humped their face. You pulled their hair, harder and harder as you approached climax. Bright responded by sucking you harder, making themselves dizzy with the effort, biting and kissing you burning sex when they could. You trapped Bright;s head between your legs and hump harder, feeling your climax approaching.

Three. Two. One. You shout as you orgasam gripping Bright's head as they squeeze your ass and ride out your high. It took a few moments for you to stop bucking into their face and finally release Bright. Bright fell forward, limp like a doll and you gasp in shock, pushing the limp body away. Bright fell to the floor with a heavy thud, still completely limp.

You stood up on shaking legs and approached the body, nudging it with your foot. You jump about a mile into the air and scream when Bright suddenly throws themselves up with a shout.

Bright fell back to the floor, clutching their stomach and laughing their ass off. "Oh my god you should've seen your face!"

You kick them, "Go fuck yourself!"

Bright kept laughing, "I'd much rather you do that, baby."

You give them the bird, pulling on your underwear, "Dear god, you're an ashole."

"Of course I am!"

You put your pants on, re-attaching your belt, "Whatever."

You tugged on your shoes and went to leave. Bright stopped you by hugging you from behind.

"Not gonna stay for cuddles?" They cooed.

You push them off, "Fuck off." You get to the door, turning to them just before they leave, "By the way, asshole, you still owe me $60."

Bright shouted a reply but you left before they could finish. You walk toward your office, shaking your head and laughing.