Coffee in one hand and a stack of papers in the other, you take long prideful strides pass the jungle of cubicles. Today was like any other at Bad Time INC. - progress is being made, everyone is being productive.
Well, almost everyone. As you navigate your way towards the elevator, you hear hush whispers of gossip from random cubical workers. You didn’t need to follow the hidden conversations - you already know they are talking about you.
Yet, you still walk - head held high and make it to your goal. Sleek stainless-steel doors open after pressing the button to summon the elevator. Your ears welcome the sound of soft smooth jazz. Entering the compartment, you travel upwards to your destination; Floor 12.
As the instrumentals of flutes and saxes whisper within the elevator, you let out a long sigh. You are quite use to people of this company talking behind your back, you are the secretary of this company’s president - so rumors are going to flourish.
 
W.D. Gaster is a monster, that is complicated as he is mysterious. Along with his nature to make sure things get done, his personality boils down to a hard and cold exterior. 
So, many within the company admire him from afar - too scare and intimidated work with him.

Well, except you.
You begin to remember your first day working under the imposing monster, coffee cup to your lips, you remember how his aura of intimidation use to frighten you. How those sharp sockets of his would brake you into a cold sweat. 
At first, he was very demanding – wanting nothing but perfection from you.
But now, after a couple months with the guy…. Well…
“Oh, what the?! BLEH!” You shudder and groan as bitterness assaults your poor taste buds.
Lost amidst your thoughts you mistakenly took a sip of the coffee in your hand.
Ugh, straight black, you forgot this coffee is for your boss not you. How on earth could anyone drink this stuff, you at least need some cream and tons of sugar. You winkle your nose in a disdainful way – it’s so strong.
 
The elevator arrives at the 12th floor with a ding, shaking off the bitter shock you set out into a long hallway. The floor is a smooth polished while marble while the walls were black in color decorated with expensive tastes of paintings and golden ordainments. No wonder the company’s janitors are paid so well – you take a moment to stop to gaze down at the marble below your feet, you swore you could see your reflection.
Finally, you arrive to a wide room, instead of black walls now you see nothing but wall to wall tinted windows - you look out one random window, you were greeted by the site of a plethora of skyscrapers, their roots firmly built into the concrete of the city below. The city always looks so small from up here, you off handily wonder if this is how Gaster gotten his superiority complex… Thoughts returning to the task at hand, you head for your desk - which is place to the side of a pair of large oaken doors, trimmed with gold.
Gaster is the type flaunt his gaudy and lavish taste ever so passively. You take a seat behind your polished dark oak desk, once it was so big and spacious, but now after the many months of rushing to meet deadlines, projects and making sure Gaster kept his schedules. Your desk became a chaotic order of a mess. You turn your desk top on and begin to look through the stack of papers you have in hand. Coffee placed upon your desk you notice that these are the paper needed to finalize the merger - why the hell did they waited so long to finally fax it?
These need to he look-through and sign by Gaster today if he is to meet the other company’s deadline. You grumble inwardly to yourself as your desk top finally finish its signing in.
“You’ve got mail.”
Oh.
Clicking the notice, your inbox open to show you received a new email. Your eye dart here and there across the screen, it seems it’s just a confirmation about Gaster’s 1 o’clock meeting. This one is the important one that he’s been mentioning a lot throughout this week.
 
You quickly look to the watch upon your wrist, that’s in 30 minutes. Hm, maybe you can hurry and get him to sign the papers before the meeting. If you could, maybe you can get the paperwork faxed and leave early for the weekend.
You inwardly giggle in glee, plan hatched, you stand and walk over towards the huge double doors. Papers in hand you give a strong knock on the door – each knock upon the huge doors causes it to reverberate within your room – you can also hear it echo within the room behind it. Not waiting for a response, you slowly push the doors open to peek into the office.
“Gaster, sir?” You call.
Your voice seems to resonate within this dimly lit office. Though Gaster loves to flaunt his decadent taste, it seems within his personal space he prefers more functional space than lavish. Gaster’s office is wide and spacious, the only thing that stands in the middle if the office is a large desk – well-kept but also quite well used. You would describe his office to be a style of modern, with the colors black and white being the main theme. 
There typing away on his desk top, is the company’s president himself – Gaster.
You clear your voice and call his name again as you fully step into the room.
No response, his fingers continue their dance across the keyboard, his typing being the only answer to your call.
You huff through your nose – slightly perturbed.
“Wings!” You have a bit more authority in your voice.
Still no response.
Taking this as a challenge, you make your way across the threshold of the office and march right up to his desk, your heels clicking on the hard floor – determined in their sound. Purple eye-lights darts across his computer screen as he mumbles and grumble to himself – phalanges still tick-tacking away.
“Wings, I got your coffee.” You place his coffee on the desk and look towards the monolithic monster, one thing for sure he hates it when people call him by his first name – that will sure to get his attention.
…
Nope, not even a flinch, Gaster continue his work, not once looking your way – not even towards his coffee.
Mentally cursing your boss out, you take some bold steps and make your way around the desk. Standing behind his nearly gigantic chair, you use one of your free hands to grasp onto the side of the chair- your other hand still holds the paperwork.
With one quick pull, you spin Gaster’s chair, so he is facing you. It almost looks as if you woke him from a trance as his sockets fall upon you, but you are not done yet. 
Not missing a beat, you move forward. Slipping your legs around his slender hips – you straddle his lap, whilst his sits within his chair. You didn’t wait for a reaction, as you take hold of his violet neck tie and force him to crane his neck down to your level. 
Closing your eyes as you pull Gaster into a kiss.
 
Gaster’s body becomes stiff and ridged with the surprise affection you yank him into, but quite soon he melts right into your lips. His teeth working again your soft lips, his hands wonders to your hips – gripping them in such a needy way, you could feel your skirt ride up a bit because of his hold.
You brake the kiss – cheek warm and nearly breathless, you try your best to keep your demeanor as the cool and clam assistant. “Th-there you are, i…I just had to knock on the door.” You softly pant.
Gaster looks down at you with a slight smirk and a deep chuckle.
Your blush deepens as you adjust your glasses, “Wait, you – you were ignoring me on purpose!”
“And I got what I wanted” He purrs with that deep dark voice of his, just before diving back into those heavenly lips of yours.
“Mmph! W-wait, Mmm, P-paper- mmn- work.” You try your best to protest between each kiss.
“It can wait.” He nearly demands in a hush voice. The sound of clawed bone hands rasping against fabric causes you to look down – you could see the tips of his claws dig their way into your skirt.
“Gaster no, I kinda need my work outf- ah!” Your words halt as the towering monster began to slowly roll his hips.
You whimper with each shallow thrust, you could feel something warm and hard brushing against your awakening core – each shift of his hips causes you to force down a moan. You want so badly to move with him, you want to make him as heated as he is making you. Body getting weak with each dry hump and grind against you – you press and lay your body upon the solid and sturdy bones under you that is all wrap in a suave silky suit.
Hungry socket watches your writhing with amusement – he finds it very attractive that you try so hard to fight against the inevitable, a crooked almost predator smile on his face he quicken his pace along with adding random spontaneous deep thrusts. He wants to ruin you, he wants to wreak you – Gaster wants nothing more than to hear you begging him to fuck you in that weak voice of your as you finally brake.
You hide your face within the broad chest of Gaster, knowing full well he gets off on watching you slowly unravel under his lecherous advances – you’re far too proud to give him that satisfaction. You will not allow yourself to brake, at least this is what you told yourself – stubbornly, until he breath your name into your ear causing an almost electric shiver to travel up and down your spine.
Dear gods why, you bit your lower lip.

“Do you even know what you do to me.”

Ooohh, f-fuck, your eyes flutter as your body shudders against his.
“Give into me.”
Why does he have a voice like that – so absolute, a voice that is almost like pure sin whispering nothing but intoxicating lust into your brain causing it to melt into an addictive drug like high.
Gaster spoke your name again, grabbing a fist full of your hair – pulling, forcing you to look up into those hypnotic eyes of his.
“Mmm” A purr rumble within his chest as he collides his teeth into your lips, adding his slick long tongue.
You squirm, your hips matching his thrust as the tentacle like appendage coil around your tongue. You groan into the deep kiss as his long hot tongue exit - dragging against the roof of your mouth. Leaving behind some trails of saliva that connect his mouth with yours, you gaze up to your boss.
Gaster drink up the site of you quite greedily. Your eyes are hooded, you look so lost and wanting, your mouth slightly parted and abused.
“P…please” You breathlessly beg.
His rolling hips slow and came to a stop, “Please what?” He leans down and nip at your neck, he’s rewarded with a hiss from you, “Tell me what you want.”
“I…I want…” you clutch the paper work in your hand and push yourself back with your free hand that was resting upon Gaster’s broad chest. You force the papers against his chest, “I want you to sign these damn papers!”
“Wha?” Dumbfound thick in his voice, you take this chance to replace yourself with the stacks of paper in his lap. Disappointed sockets look from the stack to you – You huff and stomp your way back to the opposite side of his desk. You are currently trying to fix your hair and appearance, knowing full well you are still quite flushed.
“Aw, leaving so soon.” Gaster turns his chair so he is now facing his desk and you.
 
Clearing your throat, you give him a stern look, “Sir, you just wasted 15 minutes of your time, you need to look through those papers and sign it before your 1 o’clock.”
“Yes, yes.” He sounds so bored as he thumbs through the stack paperwork.
“Very well, I shall take my leave. I’ll be at my desk.” With a turn you left the office, heels clicking along the way.
When those large doors finally close behind you – you let out a shaken breath and plop yourself into your chair. 
Ah, dear Gods, you must stop this. Sooner or later you know the both of you are going to get caught. Why can’t the two of you control yourselves. You place your hands on your face trying your best to calm your racing heart – your face still feels warm. You place your head upon the cool surface of your desk and sigh.
You love it.
You love that you could find someone, that takes your cold shoulders and stubborn attitude as a challenge. You could still feel the vibration in your ears when he spoke your name into your ear.
The sound of you getting another email, cause you to sit up straight in your chair. Clicking on the alert you began to read the new mail.
After my 1 o’clock, cancel everything else. I want to take you out – maybe spoil you a bit and continue where we left off.
Also, papers are signed and on my desk.
-Gaster
You couldn’t fight the growing smile upon your face. Maybe some of the office rumors are true.