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ARIA NEVER DISAPPOINTS😭

THE SWITCH PROJECT

PAIRING : photographer!jake x lingerie model!reader

GENRE : smut, project partners, rivals to fwb, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), fingering, choking, degradation, praising, use of nicknames (angel, princess), slight bondage, implied corruption kink, hint of angst, jihoon being an asshole, mentions of camera and lingerie photography.

WC : 5.3k words

SYNOPSIS: being the top model for your company was something you had grown accustomed to, alongside your photographer, jihoon, always placing number one on the 'monthly evaluation list'. just opposite to jake not being accustomed to be placed second. so when company announced 'the switch project', jake had to turn the tables for him. the hard part? you're his partner and you hate him.

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm finally back with the first installment for my trope time series! it's by far the longest fic i've written. i hope you guys enjoy it! all likes, comments, reblogs and asks are highly appreciated!

"confident, are we now?" you raise your brow, walking towards the notice board.

"why do we even bother checking it at this point?" jihoon asked, stretching his hands out, mainly to indicate how accustomed he was to this, almost like a routine.

it was last day of the month, meaning, the monthly evaluation list was supposed to be updated. each month, you placed first on the models list, never swerving at any cost.

jihoon on the other hand, always placed first on the photographer's list. it never changed, hence his cocky behaviour regarding the same. he carried himself as a king, never admitting that anyone could do better or even come closer to his level of expertise.

you and jihoon came in pairs, got along well, both egoistic yet always strived to work hard, not letting anyone take your thrones. if he was the king then you were his queen, for various more reasons than just placing first.

the chemistry you had with him looked unwavering to others, some rumours also stating how you were in 'friends with benefits' relationship, which would explain how he knows all of your body that well—well enough to know the exact angle and pose which would make you shine. he knew your body by heart.

the rumours didn't lie, you indeed were sexually active with each other, no strings attached. you had to admit, jihoon was a great pleasure provider, strong with great sex appeal. and you? perfect in all ways, people looked up to you, your magazine cover shoots, your street fashion, your everything you had to offer. naturally, jihoon was attracted to you, resulting in makeout sessions which further evolved into sex.

coming back to the notice board, you see jake sim fuming, again, the usual. his jaw and fist clenched, probably not too pleased by the outcome. checking the list, you clearly saw yours and jihoon's name sitting on the throne, you had placed first again.

the reason for jake's resentment? he placed second, again. he's been on the same rank for as long as he could remember, always giving his best yet not succeeding. reason? he doesn't know. maybe because her model, amber, wasn't enthusiastic about her job, always prioritising her own selfish plans rather than the ones laid out by your company.

jihoon snickered at the look of distress jake sported on his face, gaining his attention at the mocking gesture.

"lost again, sim?" he taunted, smirk growing on his face. you laughed along, supporting jihoon in his usual teasing session.

but before jake could retort, the head manager arrived at the lobby, everyone falling silent at his arrival after greeting him.

"good morning to all, i take it you've seen the monthly evaluation already?" he started, getting a chorus of hums and yes from the employs.

he nodded, congratulating all the ones who have been working hard. further, he cleared his throat, announcing something. "so, our company–although big, hasn't hosted any event like this in its history."

you looked at jihoon, to already see him looking at you with confusion. what event was it?

"all my fellow employees, let me introduce you to the switch project!" he announced with jazzy hands. everyone still stared at him with confusion, though clapping alongside him to maintain the spirit.

"the rules are basic, your current pairs will be unpaired. each model will come up here and select one piece of folded paper from the glass bowl which will determine your photographer partner." he explained.

your eyes widened, along with everyone else in the area. working without jihoon sounded terrifying to you. yes, you can do it but you also knew that jihoon could bring out the best in you, changing that would be a problem, you gulped.

"once paired, you'll be given a period of three days to decide your whole setup according to the theme, stylists will be provided to you but no one will be allowed in the shoot except for the pair." he further explained.

"out of fifty three, only twelve pairs will go to the next round which will also be the final round. those twelve pairs will get a celebratory party before the finals–" a series of excited 'ooh' left everyone's mouth.

"–and again, you have to prepare for it in a span of three days. the winner will be declared a day after the final shoot submission. now, onto the most interesting part, the winner will get their shoot photo as the cover of the mystique magazine along with two whole columns of experiences from both–the model and the photographer!" he clapped enthusiastically.

mystique magazine, the greatest opportunity you could ever get. it was big, hyped everywhere and the one people looked upto for inspiration. a layer of determination swept through your body, you had to win this.

commotion built up, excited chatter about the winning prize boomed up until the manager asked for silence, calling all models to pick up their respective chits–partners.

your fingers were fidgety, but your expressions said otherwise, head held high with no worry whatsoever. that facade broke as soon as amber announced her partner, or dare you say, your partner. she was paired with jihoon, walking to him with the biggest smirk on her face. throwing a wink your way.

before you could react, your name was called to pick your chit. you took a deep breath, taking a piece of paper out from the glass bowl, opening it to see the name–jake sim. you announced, just to see him staring at you, jaw clenched.

the whole situation was fucked up to say the least, you being partnered with jake, jihoon's rival and jihoon being partnered with amber, your rival. how would this end?

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"we have to win." was the first thing jake said, going to the lounge area to discuss the theme.

"no, cross that, we will win." he spoke, not looking at you.

you half laughed, "jihoon may be the top photographer but i hate losing so you better step your game up, sim." you warned him, looking at him sitting next to you.

"oh sweetheart, i'm definitely better at topping." he whispered, leaning in to tease you.

you shoved his face away, already tired of his fuckboy antics, "so, round one, royal theme." you read out loud from pamphlet. he peeked over your shoulder, soon looking at your face, scanning you up an down.

"red, you'll be wearing red lingerie for this one." he finalized in a go, biting his lips as he thought more, "a delicate golden crown with red crystals to match it all." you nodded, finally not opposed to something that came out of his mouth.

"i need a throne." you spoke, breaking his train of thoughts.

"they want royal? might as well give them a queen." you smirked, his expression mirroring yours.

"just how confident are you?" he marvelled out loud.

"just the right amount, you wouldn't know anyways, you never placed first, sim." and that's how you struck his nerve.

he came close to you, invading your personal space as his breath fanned your face, "and what if i make you win, princess? what will you do then?" he asked, tucking in a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"whatever you want." you spoke, looking at him in the eye. yes you were bold and he was loving it so far.

"whatever i want, yeah?" he whisper–asked, eyeing you up and down not so subtly.

"i said what i said, sim." you stood by your word, making him smirk again.

"don't back out later, princess." he warned.

"you better start planning our win then." you reminded him the actual part, him half laughing at your attitude.

the next whole hour was the same, you both bickering and jake making sexual jokes half the time. mid-way, you called truce to your enmity for, you both had to take the throne. after deciding and wrapping up, you both went to the props area, filled with everything you needed for the shoot.

jake gave orders for throne, crown, necklaces and all antique jewellery one must have to be considered royal while you went on searching for the lingerie you had to wear. not bothering to inform him that you've found it, you left for your place.

sim dude :

did you leave?

you :

yes

sim dude :

didn't bother telling me?

you :

he sighed, it was going to be tough for him.

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day 2

only a day left for the shoot one and you had no clue how to work with jake so, you called him over with his camera like a decent human for once.

you guys have been going over poses from the past one hour, seeming professional for once. not much words were exchanged, jake was still pissed at your attitude while you still hated him.

"what pose do i do now?" you asked, wanting to be done as soon as possible. "i say doggy style–" you threw a bra, hitting him right in the face. "pervert."

he laughed, a genuine laugh and it sounded like a child giggling to you, your lips twitching at the thought before you shook it off.

jake came closer to you, bending down to your level and positioning your crown perfectly. he knew you were a tough shell to break but you both needed each other to win. so, he tried to ease the tension by increasing it further.

you looked up at him through your long lashes, raising your eyebrow and pushing your hair back the way it makes others swoon.

jake grabs your chin, making you look directly in his eyes, his thumb touching your lip, parting it just the right amount, staying there for a second before stepping back and clicking a picture.

he wasn't blind, he could see how perfect you looked in that lingerie and how innocent you seemed as he ran his thumb on your lip, he wanted more.

your breath hitched at the small gesture, soon realising it was just for a shot you stood up, walking towards him.

"i wanna see the pictures." you ordered.

and he showed you, it was different than the way jihoon captured you. jake's pictures felt more humane, more natural to you rather than the constant pose instructions you had to get from jihoon.

jake on the other hand, didn't give you any pose, he captured you just the way you were despite it being a test shoot. he stared at your expression the entire time you scanned your photos, coming to the last one, the one with your mouth parted.

it was subtle, barely even made any difference yet it was the best picture anyone had ever took of you. it made you feel beautiful with your hair open, eyes bright and the red lingerie topping it all up.

"like it?" he asked, you looked at him to see his face just near yours.

"yeah, it's nice i guess." you half complimented, making jake smile.

progress, he thought.

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day 3 - shoot day

the whole studio was empty except for you and jake, just according to the rules. you had your makeup and hair done, ready in your red lingerie alongside red heels, a pretty crown resting on your head as you sat confidently on the throne.

two hours, that's all you had to click the perfect picture for round one. you looked at jake, he wore black jeans with a plain white shirt, the bare minimum, yet he looked like a model. you had to agree he was attractive.

the way he bit his lip while concentrating made you feel someway, how would those plush lips feel against your own?

"you're staring." he pointed out, the blush growing on you face made it even better for him. "i'm not." you argued back.

time went by soon and he had clicked a fair amount of pictures, finally finding that one angle he'd been waiting for all long.

hair blowing from the fans you had set up, head held high with a slightly parted mouth. you looked like a queen.

yet again, jake came closer to part your mouth again, not expecting you to swirl your tongue around his finger. you weren't sure why you did it but you didn't regret it. you wanted to tease him, test his limits. his eyes darkened, holding your face with his free hand and leaning in.

you closed the gap, finally kissing him. it started slow as if you both were trying to get accustomed to each other's taste, soon getting deeper as you part your lips for him to explore your mouth further.

the bell rang, indicating that the time was up. jake broke the kiss, breathing hard. "this isn't over." he stated, going away to edit and submit the pictures within an hour, leaving you needy and a mess.

messing with the og rival ignited a spark in you and you looked forward to more.

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day 4

you'd be lying to say you weren't disappointed to at jake's lack of response. it had always been easy for you, just a wink and others would go crazy, yet jake didn't bother sending even a text to you after the whole makeout session.

the results were going to be out soon but all you could focus on was how his lips felt perfect along yours. you got a notification, which you hurriedly checked. it was an e-mail, you had gotten selected for round two. a big smile spread your face as you rushed to text jake. only for him to beat you to it.

sim dude :

congratulations, princess ;)

wear black tonight

you didn't bother replying, already deciding your outfit for tonight, it brought you back to the thought of jihoon. did he qualify as well? he never once texted you since this project started and it pissed you off.

black dress, black lingerie with heels. jaws dropped as you made your entrance at the party, seemingly appearing as a winner already until you saw jihoon kissing amber. you just raised your eyebrow at that sight.

a hand on your shoulder made you turn back, it was jake, clad in black jeans and shirt, hair parted to the side, revealing his forehead. he followed your gaze towards jihoon, understanding the look on your face.

your lips were on jake's the minute jihoon left amber, his hands naturally coming to rest on you ass, pulling you closer to him, all eyes were on you both yet you deepened the kiss without any care in this world.

jihoon fumed, rushing over to separate you both as if he had any right to do so, holding on jake's collar, warning him.

"you're going to fucking lose this competition and i'll make sure of that." he growled.

"i wouldn't bet on it." jake retorted, keeping his cool. "your ranked second in the intermediate check if i'm not wrong, going with pink lingerie just cause red is 'overused' isn't the way to win y'know? red is the essence of royalty, my princess knows." you bit your lip to prevent laughing alongside all winners in the room, jihoon stared at you for a second before harshly letting go of jake, walking away with amber running to follow him, embarassed with this whole ordeal.

you had to admit the way jake called you his princess made your body weak. did he claim you in front of everyone without much say?

"asshole." you said, watching him leave.

you stepped further to get yourself a drink at the bar before jake yanked you back, your back being pressed against his chest.

he leaned to whisper in your ear, "i told you i wasn't done with you, angel."

his accent made you shiver in a good way, "what do you wanna do with me, sim?" you asked in a whisper.

"let me show you that." he bit his lip, guiding you towards the other section of the office, the more secluded one and you let him.

angel. that was a new one, he never used before yet you loved it, him calling you an angel while you're dressed in all black, here to commit sins without any thinking. that's what you were, a fallen angel.

pulling you in the secluded lounge room, he made sure to lock the door before pinning you against it.

"you've been so naughty." he whispered, tracing your jawline with his pointer finger.

"have i really?" you talked back, innocence dripping your tone.

"sucking my finger and kissing me to make jihoon mad? oh, you've been so bad, princess." he leaned in, kissing your neck as you whimpered, arms going around him for support before he pins you back to the door, not letting you touch him.

yet again, you tried to knead your fingers in his silky hair, only to be stopped by him again, kissing you harshly on the mouth.

"so desperate to touch me." he scoffed, his deep voice giving you goosebumps. his long fingers wrapped around your neck, applying the least amount of pressure possible.

your eyes widening in surprise as he continued to leave butterfly kisses down your neck, pulling the strap of your dress aside to get more access to you.

"jake–" you begged for more, his real name sounding foreign in your mouth.

"yes, baby, tell me what you want." his honey eyes stared intensely into your own.

"i want you to fuck me, jake." you shamelessly spoke as his hand choked you harder, other going down between your thighs to rub your clothed core, making you moan out loud.

lifting up your dress, he noticed your lacy lingerie set. "we don't need this anymore." he said, removing your dress and throwing it on one of the lounge couch, stepping back to look at your full figure.

he was painfully hard by now, his jeans restraining his cock now. your hair was a mess, chest heaving up and down, standing there in just your lace with a small bow on the bra.

"sit on the table, now." he ordered, unbuttoning his shirt to expose his perfectly sculpted torso, abs prominent and flexing back muscles.

you obeyed him at once, wanting nothing more than him to fuck you senseless, making you forget about jihoon as a whole, rushing to sit down on the huge table, spreading your legs while doing so.

jake walked over to you, standing in between your legs, his clothed crotch rubbing with your wetness, making you hiss out a moan. he pulled your closer, guiding your hands at the back, tying them together with the shirt he removed earlier, making your eyes widen.

"say red if it gets too much, yeah?" he spoke seriously and you nodded, loving where it was heading.

your arms restrained at the back, your head on his shoulder as he trailed kisses down your body, putting your underwear to the side to insert one finger, the cool metal of the rings feeling heavenly against your walls.

eyes closed with the pleasure, you bucked up your hips to create more friction only to get your ass slapped. it pained in the most pleasurable manner, no one had done that before but you weren't opposed to this idea a bit.

"did i give you permission to move?" jake asked, removing his pants and boxers altogether, his hardened member springing out, hitting his lower abdomen.

"no–" you let out another mewl as jake teased your entrance with his tip, slowly rubbing his cock up and down your slit, filling your veins with anticipation. you bit your lip, trying your best to contain your voice but failing.

you whimpered, eyes blurring with tears as he pushed himself all the way in, filling you up deliciously. he was huge which made you clench around his girth.

he gave you no time to adjust before slamming his cock into you, each thrust getting deeper with the roll of his hips. his hold on your waist tightened as you struggled to sit upright.

you wanted to hold him, pull his soft hair, dig your nails on smooth back but you couldn't, his shirt tightly holding your hands together at the back.

"deeper please, mmh!" you screamed, no control over your mouth anymore. head clouded with the thoughts of jake and jake only. each thrust so powerful, it knocked the air out of your chest.

"so fucking greedy." he degraded. your stomach tightened, the familiar knot building up inside of you, the way your trembled around him said it all.

"come on my cock, princess, nothing else but my cock." he groaned near your ear.

that's all the confirmation you needed before coming undone on his cock but, he wasn't done with you yet.

pulling out of you, he untied your wrists, picking you up and throwing you down on the couch. he came up to hover over your figure, looking down at you.

black make-up tears streaming down your face, lipstick smudged and face flushed in the best way possible. you looked stunning to him.

"you'll help me cum in you, yeah? to put my babies inside your small little pussy, isn't that right baby?" he spoke, sucking over a spot on your neck.

your fingers gripped his hair, "yes, i will." you replied.

that's all it took for him to fuck you again, his thumb rubbing your clit mercilessly as he pounded into you, hard.

"yeah, that's right." he chanted, reaching his own high, whispering filthy things in your ear. his cum filled your walls, him pouring out every drop inside you, breathing hard.

you struggled to move, still sensitive as jake fingered his cum back inside you, asking you to hold it like a good girl.

the rest of the night was blurry, he dropped you home after the party, his hand on your thighs as he drove you back, teasing your already sensitive area. but two can play a game. bending down to get your purse or subtle touches around his thighs were enough to rile him up again. and you left him like that, winking at him before closing the door to your apartment.

that's how your round 1 ended.

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day 5

you met up, professionalism dripping you both as you had the final theme to discuss. the topic? mythical creatures. now what would suit you better than to become an angel. the purest form of you to be put on display.

you both agreed, finalizing it with some add ons such as big wings, feathery bed set-up and of course, white delicate lingerie to top it all.

the day went by fast, hectic with all the preparation yet you didn't miss how jake's gaze stayed at your body for a second more than it should have been. safe to say, you both wanted more of what had happened last night.

what changed from the last time? you told jake when you were leaving but he insisted on dropping you off, tension dripping in the atmosphere, this time him fingering you all the way home while driving, making you a squirming mess in your seat.

only, he didn't let you get your release, getting revenge for the same thing you did yesterday night. you wanted to wipe his smirk right off his face but you couldn't. that's how your day ended. revenge scores being one on one.

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day 6

tension was evident in the air as you sat down on the bed, jake clicking demo pictures of you, practising for the finale tomorrow. his hands guided your poses more than they should have done.

the guiding wasn't subtle, the touches weren't subtle, you knew what he was doing and that was working.

the only disappointment, he had to leave early for another official shoot by the company, which didn't sound fair to you but yet again, he left you all high and needy.

this time though, you didn't back off. sending him a video of you using your vibrator, moaning his name out loud on your bed worked wonders.

sim dude :

you're going to regret doing that, angel.

he texted back, mentally thanking himself for watching it after the shoot, else hiding his boner would have been a problem. he knew just what to do with you, jerking off to your thoughts, he came all over his hand, sleeping with a smirk on his face for the stuff he had planned for you tomorrow.

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day 7 - shoot day

shoot day. just like before, it was only you and him in the room, makeup done and dressed up, or maybe down.

you were tensed, wanting to be professional but also wanting to initiate something more, however, you only had two hours to do so, control is the key.

jake entered the studio, looking painfully attractive again while doing the bare minimum, the glasses he had on only added up to it. finally taking your appearance in, he shivered.

red tinted cheeks and nose, plump rose lips all glossy, long lashes flattering your eyes further and shiny hair cascading down in the most ethereal manner, making you seem like a real angel.

the only part left? your wings which jake held in his hands. wordlessly, he walked over to you, eye contact not breaking once before holding your arms to put the fake big wings on, completing your look as a whole. your glittery eyes looked up at him, making your innocent look grow further.

"let's get you on that magazine cover, angel." he bend down pecking the side of your lip for a fraction of second, not wanting to ruin your makeup before going back to adjust the lightning, your face glowing with the exposure.

he knew better than to get distracted at this crucial moment but what else could he do? innocence, that was his weakness. always seeing you act all mighty and bratty was a routine for him but, he wanted nothing more than to corrupt you right this second.

gulping down his thoughts, he started clicking your photos, making small talk in between.

"y'know, angel?" he grabbed your attention, still doing his work.

you widened your eyes, silently asking him what he meant.

"amber is playing devil." he nonchalantly let out.

"what?" you scoffed. "angel versus devil? is that what we're going with now?" you laughed as the background flashed, capturing the moment.

half hour has passed, you were pissed at jihoon and amber, you wanted to step up your game. "aren't angels boring though?" you asked jake who was positioning you in a new angle now.

"are they, really?" he smirked.

he leaned in again, almost hovering over your figure on the decorated white bed, "not when they start sinning, they aren't." he whispered, lust evident in his eyes.

"make me a fallen angel then, let's do it the opposite way, sim." you tempted him further.

within seconds, his camera was kept on the side, his full attention on you, "let's sin together, angel." with that, he kissed you harshly, pressing you on the mattress, breaking one side of the wing in process.

his veiny hands pushing your panties aside, circling your clit, all whilst biting your neck, leaving faint marks which were sure to darken by tomorrow.

"you know what i need right now?" he asked, leaving kisses at the spots he marked.

"w–what?" you choked out, his fingers pushing inside, pumping in and out of your cunt.

"to rip off each article of clothing you have on and make you scream the whole night." his voice deeper than usual, giving you goosebumps.

"do it, mmh!" you moaned.

"an angel in their right mind would never do this, is this what they do? are you really one of them?" he further taunted you, frustrating you with his fingers by adding a third digit.

"i'm your angel, please fuck me, jake!" you were impatient, also knowing you didn't have much time on your sleeve.

and so he did, taking his fingers out and making you suck on your own wetness before removing his pants and boxers, pumping his dick a few times as you stared at him with your big eyes.

still with your lingerie on, he pushed himself in you, filling your tiny little hole as you finally let your tears out, the stretch being too much for you, yet it felt so good.

his thrusts were just as you remembered, strong and deep, hitting your g-spot right away, making you a moaning mess under his power. it further pushed your buttons when he degraded you for calling yourself an angel also claiming that an angel's body shouldn't be hidden at all, but should be used for pleasure instead.

moans resonating the whole studio, you were glad it was soundproof. it was too much, the feeling of him fucking you raw was too much. you involuntary tried closing your legs, only to be stopped by his big hands.

he pounded into you mercilessly, your back arching in the process. "i'm so close–" you cried, mascara running down along your tears. oh you were ruined.

"go ahead, you look so pretty falling apart on my cock." jake allowed you, moaning alongside as he reached his high as well, cumming just after you. your toes were curled, as you regained your breathing.

jake was already up, sobering himself up in a few minutes before grabbing his camera. "look up, angel." he ordered.

you were a mess, red eyes and flushed cheeks, tears streaming down your face and lips swollen. your former prim and proper hair now all dishevelled, one of the wing broken and your bra strap falling down as you kept your hand there to keep it in place.

a fallen angel, fallen from grace. that's exactly what you looked like as jake clicked your final picture, already deciding which three to give away for the final portfolio.

he cleaned you up as much as he could in the last ten minutes of the competition. praising you for taking him so well and promising you that the outcome result will be exactly what we're expecting.

with that, your competition wrapped up and all you had to do was wait for the results. yes you were sceptical about jake at first but the way his body felt against yours changed that.

moreover, he promised you your throne. all you wanted to know was how much of his promise would he keep.

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day 7 - result ceremony

result day. every employee of the company was there in the auditorium room, waiting for the final decision to be announced. jake sat right beside you, fiddling with his fingers, a wave of uncertainty hit him, he's never won before, would that change now?

the confident look on jihoon's face worsened it for him, thoughts clouding his mind. tapping on the mic finally indicated that the ceremony had started.

"it was a tough decision to say the least, two pieces stood out the most to us but only one could make it through it all!" he spoke enthusiastically and somehow all gazes were on either your team or jihoon's team.

after some seconds of silence, he continued, "so, the team that made it through, the piece that mystique magazine selected is 'the fallen angel'! congratulations to miss y/n and mr. jake sim!" he clapped along with everyone else in this room.

jake was too shocked to even register what had happened so you dragged him to the stage, a big smile on your face.

the last thing you saw was jihoon and amber storming out of the place. you smirked.

the throne is still yours, but this time, you have a new king with you.

later night at your home, jake and you celebrated with champagne as he remembered something.

"so, about your promise, princess?" he playfully raised his brows. remembering the first conversation you had about winning the project.

"let's fullfill it, shall we?" you agreed.

that's all it took for him to throw you on the bed, things escalating further.

you didn't mind switching your partner afterall.

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