“You’re kidding, right? A B+?” TNTina slammed the evaluation report onto Midas’ desk, her blue eyes blazing. The paper fluttered slightly before settling, the bold red letters mocking her. Midas didn’t even look up from the stack of files he was flipping through, his golden hands glinting under the office’s dim light.“Your performance has been… adequate,” he said, his voice smooth and measured, as if he were discussing the weather and not her career. “But adequate doesn’t earn an A in my organization.”Tina let out a sharp laugh, pacing the floor in front of his desk. Her heavy boots echoed against the polished wood, her frustration palpable. “Adequate? I’ve been your demolition expert for three years, Midas. I’ve blown up more targets than anyone in this crew. I’ve risked my neck for you— for this team. And you’re telling me I’m just adequate?”Finally, he looked up, his gaze piercing. That scar running through his left eye gave him an air of danger, but Tina wasn’t intimidated. She’d faced worse than a man with too much gold and too little patience. “Is there a point to this tantrum, Tina?” he asked, his tone cool. “Or are you just here to waste my time?”She stopped pacing, her hands on her hips. Her ripped red shirt clung to her frame, the “KA-BOOM” across her chest almost daring him to challenge her. “I’m here because I deserve better. And I’m not leaving until you give me what I’m owed.”Midas leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “And what, exactly, do you think you’re owed?”She stepped closer, her movements deliberate. Her voice dropped, laced with a sultry edge that hadn’t been there before. “Recognition. Respect. You.” Her fingers brushed the edge of his desk, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve been loyal to you, Midas. Maybe it’s time you show me a little loyalty in return.”His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something darker, more primal. He stood slowly, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. “Careful, Tina,” he warned, his voice low. “You’re playing with fire.”She didn’t back down. If anything, she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. “Good thing I’m an expert with explosives, isn’t it?”There was a beat of silence, the air between them crackling with tension. Then, without warning, Midas grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. His golden fingers dug into her hips, the touch both painful and exhilarating. “You’re asking for a lot,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “Are you sure you can handle it?”Tina’s heart raced, but she refused to show any weakness. She tilted her head, her lips grazing his jaw. “Why don’t you find out?”That was all the invitation he needed.---It had started hours earlier, though Tina had been building up to this moment for years. She’d always admired Midas—his power, his ambition, his ruthlessness. But admiration had slowly turned into something more dangerous: desire. She’d watched him from the shadows, studied him like a predator studying its prey. And now, she was ready to pounce.When she’d stormed into his office, she hadn’t planned on seducing him. But the way he’d dismissed her, the way he’d looked at her like she was nothing more than a pawn in his game— it had ignited something in her. She wasn’t just a demolition expert. She was TNTina, and she was going to prove it to him, one way or another.Now, pressed against him in the middle of his office, she wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew. His hands were everywhere, his lips trailing fire down her neck. She gasped as he tore her shirt open, the fabric giving way to his strength. His golden fingers traced the tattoo on her belly, sending shivers down her spine.“You’ve been holding out on me, Tina,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “All this time, and you never let me see how explosive you really are.”She giggled and managed to pull the overcoat off him, revealing a strong chest marred with tattoos that told stories of his long, twisted past. She ran her hands over them, feeling the power radiating from him, unable to hide how she quivered at the thought that he was really getting ready to take her.He spun her around, pressing her against the desk. Her pants were next, discarded somewhere on the floor. His fingers teased her, exploring, testing. Tina bit her lip to keep from moaning, but it was no use. Every touch, every stroke, was driving her wild.“Midas,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please…”He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin. “Please what, Tina? What do you want from me?”She turned her head, her eyes meeting his. “Everything.”That was all he needed to hear. In one swift motion, he entered her, filling her completely. Tina cried out, her nails digging into the desk. Midas didn’t hold back, his pace relentless, his movements calculated. It was as if he were trying to imprint himself on her, to make sure she never forgot this moment.The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the creak of the desk, the slap of skin against skin, their mingled moans and gasps. Tina had never felt anything like this. It was raw, primal, perfect. She arched her back, her body alive with pleasure.“God, Midas,” she panted, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re…”He silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers with a fierceness that left her breathless. When he pulled away, his golden eyes bore into hers. “I’m what, Tina?”She smiled, her fingers tracing the scar on his face. “You’re an excellent boss.”Midas turned her over and intensified his thrusts, each one deeper, harder, as if he were determined to leave her breathless. Tina’s body tightened, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She could feel the climax building, a wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her. “Midas,” she gasped, her nails scraping against the desk. “I’m— I’m going to—”Her words dissolved into a cry as she came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Midas didn’t slow down, using her climax as fuel to drive himself closer to his own release. “I’m close, Tina,” he growled, his voice rough and urgent. “Where do you want it?”Tina wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Inside me,” she panted, her voice trembling with need. “Give it to me, Midas. Please.”He didn’t need to be told twice. With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her, letting out a low, primal groan. Tina cried out, her body still trembling as she begged for more, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation. “Oh God, yes… give it to me.”When it was over, they both collapsed against the desk, breathing heavily. Tina’s heart was still racing, her body humming with satisfaction. She turned to look at Midas, a sly smile playing on her lips. “So,” she said, her voice still a little breathless, “does that earn me an A on my employee review?”Midas chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “I suppose it does,” he admitted, though there was a hint of warning in his tone. “But don’t think this will work again next year.”Tina winked, already pulling her clothes back on. “Next year? We'll see about that." Her tone was playful, but there was a challenge in her eyes—one that promised this was far from over.Midas watched her as she dressed, his smirk returning. “You’re trouble, Tina,” he said, though there was no mistaking the admiration in his voice.She grinned, pulling up her pants. “And you love it.” With that, she grabbed her evaluation report from the desk, the B+ now crumpled and forgotten, and sauntered out of his office, leaving Midas to wonder just what he’d gotten himself into.

TNTina confronts Midas about her B+ evaluation, demanding recognition and respect for her loyalty. Their argument escalates into a seductive power struggle, leading to Midas pulling her into a passionate embrace. The tension culminates in an intense, physical encounter in Midas’ office.

“You’re kidding, right? A B+?” TNTina slammed the evaluation report onto Midas’ desk, her blue eyes blazing. The paper fluttered slightly before settling, the bold red letters mocking her. Midas didn’t even look up from the stack of files he was flipping through, his golden hands glinting under the office’s dim light.

“Your performance has been… adequate,” he said, his voice smooth and measured, as if he were discussing the weather and not her career. “But adequate doesn’t earn an A in my organization.”

Tina let out a sharp laugh, pacing the floor in front of his desk. Her heavy boots echoed against the polished wood, her frustration palpable. “Adequate? I’ve been your demolition expert for three years, Midas. I’ve blown up more targets than anyone in this crew. I’ve risked my neck for you— for this team. And you’re telling me I’m just adequate?”

Finally, he looked up, his gaze piercing. That scar running through his left eye gave him an air of danger, but Tina wasn’t intimidated. She’d faced worse than a man with too much gold and too little patience. “Is there a point to this tantrum, Tina?” he asked, his tone cool. “Or are you just here to waste my time?”

She stopped pacing, her hands on her hips. Her ripped red shirt clung to her frame, the “KA-BOOM” across her chest almost daring him to challenge her. “I’m here because I deserve better. And I’m not leaving until you give me what I’m owed.”

Midas leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “And what, exactly, do you think you’re owed?”

She stepped closer, her movements deliberate. Her voice dropped, laced with a sultry edge that hadn’t been there before. “Recognition. Respect. You.” Her fingers brushed the edge of his desk, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve been loyal to you, Midas. Maybe it’s time you show me a little loyalty in return.”

His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something darker, more primal. He stood slowly, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. “Careful, Tina,” he warned, his voice low. “You’re playing with fire.”

She didn’t back down. If anything, she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. “Good thing I’m an expert with explosives, isn’t it?”

There was a beat of silence, the air between them crackling with tension. Then, without warning, Midas grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him. His golden fingers dug into her hips, the touch both painful and exhilarating. “You’re asking for a lot,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

Tina’s heart raced, but she refused to show any weakness. She tilted her head, her lips grazing his jaw. “Why don’t you find out?”

That was all the invitation he needed.

---

It had started hours earlier, though Tina had been building up to this moment for years. She’d always admired Midas—his power, his ambition, his ruthlessness. But admiration had slowly turned into something more dangerous: desire. She’d watched him from the shadows, studied him like a predator studying its prey. And now, she was ready to pounce.

When she’d stormed into his office, she hadn’t planned on seducing him. But the way he’d dismissed her, the way he’d looked at her like she was nothing more than a pawn in his game— it had ignited something in her. She wasn’t just a demolition expert. She was TNTina, and she was going to prove it to him, one way or another.

Now, pressed against him in the middle of his office, she wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew. His hands were everywhere, his lips trailing fire down her neck. She gasped as he tore her shirt open, the fabric giving way to his strength. His golden fingers traced the tattoo on her belly, sending shivers down her spine.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Tina,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “All this time, and you never let me see how explosive you really are.”

She giggled and managed to pull the overcoat off him, revealing a strong chest marred with tattoos that told stories of his long, twisted past. She ran her hands over them, feeling the power radiating from him, unable to hide how she quivered at the thought that he was really getting ready to take her.

He spun her around, pressing her against the desk. Her pants were next, discarded somewhere on the floor. His fingers teased her, exploring, testing. Tina bit her lip to keep from moaning, but it was no use. Every touch, every stroke, was driving her wild.

“Midas,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Please…”

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin. “Please what, Tina? What do you want from me?”

She turned her head, her eyes meeting his. “Everything.”

That was all he needed to hear. In one swift motion, he entered her, filling her completely. Tina cried out, her nails digging into the desk. Midas didn’t hold back, his pace relentless, his movements calculated. It was as if he were trying to imprint himself on her, to make sure she never forgot this moment.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the creak of the desk, the slap of skin against skin, their mingled moans and gasps. Tina had never felt anything like this. It was raw, primal, perfect. She arched her back, her body alive with pleasure.

“God, Midas,” she panted, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re…”

He silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers with a fierceness that left her breathless. When he pulled away, his golden eyes bore into hers. “I’m what, Tina?”

She smiled, her fingers tracing the scar on his face. “You’re an excellent boss.”

Midas turned her over and intensified his thrusts, each one deeper, harder, as if he were determined to leave her breathless. Tina’s body tightened, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She could feel the climax building, a wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her. “Midas,” she gasped, her nails scraping against the desk. “I’m— I’m going to—”

Her words dissolved into a cry as she came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Midas didn’t slow down, using her climax as fuel to drive himself closer to his own release. “I’m close, Tina,” he growled, his voice rough and urgent. “Where do you want it?”

Tina wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Inside me,” she panted, her voice trembling with need. “Give it to me, Midas. Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside her, letting out a low, primal groan. Tina cried out, her body still trembling as she begged for more, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation. “Oh God, yes… give it to me.”

When it was over, they both collapsed against the desk, breathing heavily. Tina’s heart was still racing, her body humming with satisfaction. She turned to look at Midas, a sly smile playing on her lips. “So,” she said, her voice still a little breathless, “does that earn me an A on my employee review?”

Midas chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “I suppose it does,” he admitted, though there was a hint of warning in his tone. “But don’t think this will work again next year.”

Tina winked, already pulling her clothes back on. “Next year? We'll see about that." Her tone was playful, but there was a challenge in her eyes—one that promised this was far from over.

Midas watched her as she dressed, his smirk returning. “You’re trouble, Tina,” he said, though there was no mistaking the admiration in his voice.

She grinned, pulling up her pants. “And you love it.” With that, she grabbed her evaluation report from the desk, the B+ now crumpled and forgotten, and sauntered out of his office, leaving Midas to wonder just what he’d gotten himself into.

Sexy, scandalous shenanigans that occur between Midas and the women in his organization, inspired by Rule34 images of popular Fortnite characters

Exploring themes of authority, seduction, and forbidden desire, the story dives into consensual, explosive liaisons that ignites long-held passions.

With tension, humor, and raw passion, the characters navigate their complex dynamics in a scandalous, unforgettable tryst.

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