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I'm back and with an idea i just had to share with you a fic with Alya knowing Lila was lying but wanted to knock Marinette down because he felt jealous and inferior to Marinette who had talent and headstart to her carreer and celebrity connections (she was still friends with her cuz Mari had a lot of perks )so she has an excuse to lash out her frustration and Mari calls her out saying Mari has been nothing but a good friend and she's been nothing but a bad person bcuz of her insecurites

Jealousy doesn’t become a hero

I very much prefer writing Lila and/or Bustier salt. But I hope this draft satisfies you.

When Volpina had been defeated, Marinette went to check the Ladyblog and was relieved to have found the interview deleted. Adrien must have informed Alya.

Imagine her surprise when Lila kept lying about her time with Achu. Despite her evidence, Alya dismissed it as jealousy.

Um...maybe Lila decided posing as her BFF was a bad idea and asked Alya to take the video down?

When Chameleon came about and was given the most embarrassing defeat of all time, Marinette sat watching Lila give her class a full-detail tall tale about how she rescued (defeated) her.

Then, struck by inspiration, Marinette went back to class, a triumphant air about her, her smirk barely repressed.

Adrien saw but shrugged it off. He figured Marinette realized Lila would get caught sooner or later. He joined her at the back later and soon their old seating arrangement was back.

That night, Alya was surprised when she heard a voice in her bedroom window.

“While I am glad that you don’t run after every akuma now, I hope you still check your sources, Alya.”

Alya turned and beamed. “Ladybug! What’s up? Do you need me for another Mission?”

Ladybug leaned against the wall. “No. I’m here regarding Lila. I’ve been hearing rumors that you posted an interview of her claiming to be my BFF- without checking with me.”

Alya blinked. “Oh. You think I’ve been suckered. Don’t worry, Ladybug, I know Lila’s nothing but a liar.”

Ladybug blinked. “But your interviews?”

Alya nodded and went to open a page on her laptop. She figured one of her classmates must have spread the rumor until it reached Ladybug’s ear (she doesn’t know why Lila was akumatized into Volpina). “I did post her interviews. But do you know how you can control who sees what you post? I made sure those interviews could only be seen by our class. And I have to approve what comments appear on every post. The comments you see are made by our classmates solely, but Lila doesn’t know all that because of their usernames. Like I’m going to ruin my journalistic career for a tabloid post!”

Ladybug blinked again, confused. “But why indulge Lila? Why let her lie to your friends?”

Alya shrugged. “It’s a weird way to make friends, sure. But maybe once Lila realizes how cool we are, she’ll learn she can trust us with the truth.”

Ladybug narrowed her eyes. Manipulating their classmates to serve her food is not a way to make friends. (And dismissing her was not very friendly of Alya either!) “You are lying to me, Alya Césaire.”

Alya started backward, and started to get nervous. Ladybug was the reason her blog was so popular, and her only chance to become a hero. She was the smartest girl in Paris and could see through lies like glass.

Alya had 2 choices. Lie again and be exposed (and never be a hero again or granted interviews), or tell the truth and never be a hero again (but at least Ladybug is more likely to forgive her)

“Fine. I indulge Lila because it’s nice to see someone else in class get the spotlight.”

Ladybug tilted her head. “I’m sure Chloe has been improving.”

Alya shook her head. “No, not her. I mean Marinette.”

Ladybug was shocked. “The bakers’ Daughter?”

Alya wasn’t surprised Ladybug knew Marinette, not when she was the one who arranged her first official interview with Ladybug.

LB: How is she in the spotlight?

Alya sighed. “She’s the most popular girl in class. She gets confessed to on a regular basis. Even my own Boyfriend was interested in her before me. She knows Jagged Stone, which is probably how she knows Lila is lying. Marinette even got her designs praised by Gabriel Agreste and Audrey Bourgeois. Her parents are owners of the most popular bakery in Paris. Clara Nightingale and Adrien Agreste both think she is star material, and worthy of being called Ladybug.”

Alya kept going on, noting that Ladybug’s surprised face wasn’t exactly discouraging her. In fact Marinette was still too stunned to react.

“I just wanted someone else to be in the limelight. And if it couldn’t be me. I’d rather it be anybody else, even a liar.”

Ladybug gathered her thoughts. “So you’re just jealous? That Marinette is popular? But you’re popular too.”

Alya gave a bleak laugh. “Hardly. In class, I’m dismissed as the obsessive and nosy reporter. I don’t know any celebrities and they certainly don’t follow the Ladyblog. More people download apps for akuma alerts and hero sightings than subscribe to my blog. I’ve been dismissed for proposing crazy theories, which in hindsight is reasonable.”

LB: I’m assuming you didn’t tell Marinette you know Lila is lying because of that.

AC: Obviously. Because then I’d have to back her up and she would be the hero again. I used the excuse that she was jealous, and she was. But I knew Marinette is above jealousy. It’s annoyingly. She was ready to give Adrien up to an ice queen.

LB wrinkled her eyebrows, drawing on her professionalism and burying her own hurt for later. “If you are upset by Marinette’s success and annoyed by her attitude, why befriend her?”

AS: Because of her connections! Thanks to her, I got to star in Clara’s music video. She somehow got you to agree to do an interview with me. I persuaded her to take over as class president so I didn’t have to do the real work and Chloe wouldn’t be in charge anymore. She gives me free custom designed clothing. And no offence to my mum, but Marinette’s pastries are the best breakfast in the world.

Ladybug finally stood up tall. Alya had been so lost in the relief and satisfaction of finally venting out her jealousy and frustration that she had momentarily forgotten that her listener in the shadows was a very influential idol whom she wanted to make a good impression on.

Ladybug said coldly, “From what you are saying, it sounds like Marinette has been a better Friend that you have ever been. You are as bad as Lila Rossi. You lie for your own gain. And if there’s one thing I despise above all else, Miss Césaire, it’s liars.”

As Ladybug launched her Yoyo out, Alya rushed to make her plea. “Wait! Please wait! I’m sorry!”

LB: No, you’re only sorry you got caught.

ALya cried out, “what can I do to make it up to you?”

Ladybug gave her one last impassive look. “For starters, I’d say tell the truth. To everyone.”

Ladybug left Alya in horrified and torn silence.

As Ladybug returned home, she detransformed and wept on her balcony, amid the perfume of flowers. She could finally face the betrayal and sadness she had kept away in front of Alya.

Tikki sadly cozied up to Marinette’s neck, trying to offer comfort.

Hawkmoth was alerted by a teenager’s despair, agony and betrayal.

Hawkmoth: Hooray, I get to akumatize Marinette after all!

He doesn’t. Adrien saw Ladybug outside and went out to join her. As he searched for Ladybug, he saw the akuma heading for a weeping Marinette.

“Marinette, move!”

Marinette looked up in surprise (Tikki quickly hid among the flowers) “Chat?”

“Cataclysm!” He destroyed the butterfly in front of her face.

Marinette gasped.

Chat quickly steadied himself on the balcony. “Marinette, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Because she was definitely not alright. Those were tear tracks on her face. Chat felt sad that his princess was sad, and wanted to rip out the face of whoever made her cry.

Marinette shook her head. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Chat was doubtful. An akuma appeared. Clearly she couldn’t handle it. “Are you sure? I’m here for you, you know.”

Marinette finally burst into sobs. She leaped into Chat’s arms. Chat held her close as she confessed the source of her troubles.

“I just learned that Alya wasn’t really my Friend at all. She was just using me.”

Chat was confused. What was she talking about?

Marinette saw his confusion and explained. “I was the one who told Ladybug about Lila first. She got mad and went to confront Lila, i assume that got her akumatized. When Lila got akumatized again today, Ladybug went to visit Alya to make sure she knew Lila was a liar.”

Ok...Chat guessed that explained Marinette’s attitude just before lunch ended.

“And it turns out Alya knew Lila was a liar all along. She never really posted her interviews to the public. She’s just been indulging Lila because she wanted to knock me down.”

Chat was shocked. “And Ladybug told you all this?”

Marinette let out a bark of laughter. “She didn’t have to. I heard Alya myself. I was near her bedroom door when I heard voices saying my name. Once I heard what Alya had to say about me, I didn’t bother knocking or to announce myself. I doubt Nora would bother mentioning me since she was preoccupied with the twins and her parents weren’t home.”

Chat guessed Marinette had new evidence that Lila was a liar and wanted to show it to Alya. But instead she happened to hear a conversation that revealed Alya’s true colours.

Marinette wiped her cheeks bitterly. “She did everything today willingly. She left me to sit in the back alone, without consulting me. She dismissed me and accused me of being jealous. All along, she was the jealous one, and I actually thought she was my Friend!”

Marinette buried her face in her hands.

Chat rubbed Marinette’s back consolingly. “Cheer up princess. You still have the rest of your friends, and me.”

Marinette sniffled. This was not comforting to her. Her friends weren’t much better. And she didn’t see Chat regularly.

Chat sensed he was failing at comforting her and tried again. “So what are you going to do tomorrow. Will you confront Alya?”

“I don’t know. I sit next to her and she is the first person I talk to every morning at school. But I can’t see her face without wanting to shout Liar now. And if I do, she’ll just turn the whole thing against me, like Lila did. (Lila did what now?) I don’t know what to do.”

Chat’s heart broke at how lost Marinette sounded. He tiled her chin up so she would look at him.

“Tell you what, princess. Tomorrow, you are going to walk with your back straight and head proud into that classroom. You are going to give Alya Césaire a polite greeting and ignore her. Talk to your other classmates. Listen to music. Write in your notebooks. Revise old lessons. Do whatever. But don’t give Alya the time of day until you are ready to face her.”

The next day, Adrien was prepared. He ignored Lila and gave a confused and sad Alya the cold shoulder.

When Marinette arrived, Adrien was all sunshine and immediately invited her to a conversation.

Marinette gratefully accepted. And though she stumbled, she kept Chat’s advice and ignored Alya’s nudges and comments.

They kept talking until class started. The girls were thrilled to see progress.

Throughout the first half of the school day, Alya kept trying to talk to Marinette or slip her notes. Marinette ignored her.

Alya guessed what had happened and braced herself. She had to tell the truth. She didn’t want to know what Ladybug would do otherwise if she didn’t.

When Lunch came and Adrien invited him to join her; Alya firmly grabbed Marinette’s hand and said in a low voice. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

Marinette reluctantly followed. Unbeknownst to her, Adrien and Lila decided to eavesdrop, for different reasons. Adrien wanted to be there for Marinette and Lila wanted dirt.

In a deserted classroom, Alya finally said the words. “Ladybug told you about last night, didn’t she?”

Marinette’s answer was vague. “She didn’t have to. But she did give me a brief warning this morning. I connected the dots on my own.”

Alya laughed bitterly. “Of course, even Ladybug chooses you over me.”

Marinette stayed silent, waiting for Alya to continue.

“Let me be clear, Marinette. I’m only being honest because of Ladybug. I’ve only been your Friend because of what you do for me.”

Even though Marinette was expected it, it still hurt. Thankfully, her only controlled response was an audible exhale.

Adrien: How could you Alya?

Lila: oh snap!

“I know Lila’s lying but I indulged her because I wanted someone else to take the stage instead of you.”

Lila: she knows?

Marinette raised a brow. “Even at the risk of your blog’s reputation?”

“The interview is only seen by our class. The public can’t access it.”

Lila fumed. She had been played. Alya had used her instead of the other way around. Silently, Lila brought out her phone to record the conversation. Despite Adrien shaking his head, Lila glared at him, daring him to lecture her now.

Lila got the whole juicy bit. Alya admitted what she was jealous about, her betrayal to Marinette. And at the end of it, Marinette was still composed. Adrien had to admire her for it, standing strong in the face of such betrayal.

Marinette: you did all of that just to hurt me? Out of petty jealousy? That you accused me of envy- you resented me that much? and you only used me for free stuff and have been my friend when it's convenient? (This was part of the request) you know, I actually felt hurt that you were just taking advantage of me Alya. But now I just feel sorry for you. Some people like Chloe and Adrien are lucky, they are born with opportunities we can only dream of. But the rest of us, like Nathaniel, like Kitty Section, like myself. We work hard. Sure we have help from our friends, but we never take advantage of them. We have struggled and yes, we do face setbacks, but throughout it all, we have stayed true to ourselves. But you, the moment you see someone thriving, you don’t focus on improving yourself, you just try to leech off that person, like you did to Lila, and like you did to me. You can’t think of safer methods to record akuma fights. You never listen to anyone’s reasoning and criticism of your theories. You are stuck in your own entitled world, that you can’t see the bigger picture. You’re a parasite, Alya Césaire. So...I won’t expose you, because I have no doubt you’ll turn everyone against me. But I won’t be your Friend anymore.”

Alya wasn’t bothered. “Fine. So we agree to never speak to each other again unless necessary?”

“Yes.” Marinette walked out first. Adrien and Lila scattered before she could open the door.

Adrien immediately went to grab Marinette for lunch and did all he could to distract her from her recent ordeal.

Meanwhile, Lila edited the video to avoid incriminating herself and sent it to the class group chat.

She hates Marinette sure, but no one plays Lila for a fool and gets away with it.

The class is shocked and angry at Alya, who tries to claim that Lila is lying. She runs away from the mob and returns as Lady Wifi to punish Lila.

Ladybug defeats her but Alya demands a question if Ladybug is friends with Lila. Feeling sorry for Alya, Ladybug announces that her only Best Friend is Chat Noir. She does not befriend civilians.

Alya is sentenced to switch seats with Nathaniel. Adrien takes her place as Deputy. Nino dumps Alya. Lila and her new desk mate keep sabotaging each other.

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #adrienette #marichat #lila karma #lila is exposed #lila salt #lila gets exposed #ml salt fic #alya salt

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for-when-i-have-an-idea · 3 years

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‘Cuz I still believe in miracles

It had all started with a link. A link that came with no preview. Seto really regretted allowing for that feature in the latest update of this phone model’s inbuilt messaging app, but Mokuba had insisted that it was very important – for purposes undisclosed – so Seto hadn’t cared to protest it too strongly. Note to self, however: when Mokuba says something is important in that tone of voice, never allow for the thing to happen.

Yugi had been doing this for a while now, sending him links to things he didn’t always understand the reason behind. When prompted, the shorter man usually responded with either: 1.) it was something he had thought Seto would enjoy; or 2.) it had made him think of Seto in one capacity or another. No, the sending of the link was not so strange, in and of itself. It was the fact that, this time, Seto would have no chance to brace himself for whatever ridiculous thing Mutou had sent his way. How did he even know about the feature, the update had only just rolled out. Unruly black hair and a lopsided, too-cheeky smile flashed in front of his mind’s eye, and Seto resolved to interrogate his brother about this all later.

For now, it seemed he had a… YouTube video to watch. At least this was not one of the worst varieties of internet content Yugi could have sent his way. Not usually.

The absolutely first thing Seto noticed was that, whatever this was, lasted for nearly five and a half minutes – five minutes and twenty-two seconds exactly, but who was counting – and for a hot second he found it rather bold of Mutou to send him something so lengthy. Then again, the shrimp had always been more daring when it came to these slightly unconventional methods. Well, always and always. Certainly for as long as it had been relevant.

Next to register was the piano – well, keyboard, really – and the unmistakably cheerful tune it played. Seto purposefully vaguely remembered a music tutor saying something about major key, and he supposed that fit here. The rest of the song’s instrumentation followed soon after, keeping the same tone, though he would admit that the electric guitar surprised him to a certain extent. Alright, this was by no means the most obnoxious thing Yugi had ever sent him. Far too cheerful for Seto’s own tastes, but nobody had screamed irritating one-liners at him yet, so he would take it.

Until the singing began, at least.

I believe the morning sun always gonna shine again, and,

Well, that sounded very much like Yugi, he supposed. Eternal optimist.

I believe a pot of gold waits at every rainbow’s end, oh.

He would, wouldn’t he? Bastard was lucky enough that if he went looking for one he’d probably find it, too.

I believe in roses kissed with dew,

Why was that a thing to believe in? That was real enough, or was this something to do with a romanticised image of something? Seto didn’t bother to think about that any further.

Why shouldn’t I believe the same in you?

Finally, the pin dropped and so did Seto’s head onto the surface of his desk. He should have seen this coming, why hadn’t he? Of course that was what this was! Yugi had been doing this same sort of thing for months, if not a whole year, now. Why was he like this? Just why? And why was he receiving help now? Seto felt twice as old as he was right in this moment and he couldn’t stop the sigh that forced itself out of his system.

You may say I’m a fool, feeling this way about you.

Yes, Seto would say that. Why did this actually feel like he was having a one-sided conversation with Mutou, it made no sense! How could Yugi seem to stuff his entire being into a single song?

There’s not much I can do,

I’m gonna be this way my life through!

This, Seto was slowly coming to terms with, however reluctantly. He was stuck here now, it seemed. Mutou would never leave him alone, not after… everything. Yugi had all but said so himself.

And so Seto swore at both himself and Yugi internally, face buried in both of his hands in some mixture of mortification and exasperation. But did he stop the song as it neared what the little red bar would have told him was the end, and the young women began to sing once more? Well…

‘Cuz I still believe in miracles, I swear I’ve seen a few,

And the time will surely come when you can see my point of view.

I believe in second chances, and that’s why I believe in you!

No.

When, later that evening, Mokuba took himself a remote gander at the browser history on his brother’s phone – hey, Seto wasn’t the only one good with tech! – he found something… unexpected. A five-minute, twenty-two-second long video, watched all the way through. A lopsided, far too-cheeky grin slowly spread across the 16-year-old’s face as he sank further into the couch cushions.

Yep, Yugi Mutou was definitely the best partner-in-crime that a concerned little brother could ask for.

#rivalshipping #seto kaiba #yugi mutou #mokuba kaiba #yugioh #could also just be platonic #whatever floats your boat #oh boy here we go #Mokuba is a clever little gremlin #and everybody seems to forget that #even his brother #Yugi WILL force positive emotional experiences on Kaiba #hope you enjoy! :)

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arobandhan · 3 years

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4 kisses

enjoyyyy i love you xx @balenciagastones

1,The first kiss

“Absolutely not, I will not have it, you did not just beat me at fiifa, nope!” Alex huffed getting up from the sofa him and hannah were sitting on.

“Awww dont be a sore loser.” she teased giggling at the boys reaction. You’d never think this was their third date, they got on like a house on fire and the connection was plainly saw by everyone who was around them.

“Me? A sore loser? Never!” he started before crossing his arms and continuing, “You’re just a cheater!” she gasped jokingly and it was her turn to stand from the sofa.

“You take that back Alexander!” she feigned fake hurt at the joke accusation.

“Nope I will not Hannah, because i am the master at fifa and no one beats me!”

“Well you’ve just been beaten so HA!” she laughed and started doing a happy dance singing, “I won, you lost! Whatcha gonna do about it? Mwahaha” she laughed as he shook his head and walked over to her getting really close to her covering her mouth with his hand.

Her eyes widened and she began talking but it was muffled by is large hand.

“Sorry what was that i couldn’t hear you?” he asked teasingly, then he felt something wet on his palm, knowing she had licked his hand. He moved his hand away and saw her smirk. “Did you just lick me?!”

“Mhmm.” she feigned innocence going back to the sofa and laying on it.

“Oh thats it!” he said coming over to her and hovering over her and began to tickle her.

“Stop stop ahahah” she couldnt contain her laughter.

“Not until you admit you cheated.” his face up close to hers

“Why dont you just admit you lost” he stopped tickling her, but his face was still inches from hers.

“Why dont you just kiss me?” she was taken aback before leaning up and pressing her lips against his.

It was a quick peck, the two of them pulling away, giggling like children before he grabbed her face and pulled her in for another kiss. They knew then they couldn’t get enough of each other.

2, “I’ve missed you” kiss

It was after the first international break of their relationship. They hadn’t seen each other in over a month, between busy schedules and him leaving with the england squad for two weeks. They were desperate to see each other and hold each other again.

Alex was home for a total of 20 minutes before he grabbed his car keys and told his parents he’d be home later tonight. His parents knowing already where he was headed and didn’t ask questions.

“He’s not coming home tonight.” Taylor piped in earning a look from her parents.

Alex was so jittery driving towards her house, he missed her so much and he wished he could get there faster but everyone driving on the road that day decided to drive like elders.

When he reached her street he was just about ready to jump out of the car and run to her door. Reaching the familiar house and hopping out of it, quickly locking it before jogging up to her door. Her mom answered and smiled knowing why he was there.

“Hannah someone is here to see you!” she exclaimed knowing her daughter can hear her upstairs in her room.

“Who is it?” she jogged down, and then she looked at the doorway and saw him, “Oh my god baby!” she ran into his open arms and he picked her up and spun her around.

“Imma leave you to it.” her mom laughed going back to the living room.

Hannah squeezed him tightly before pulling away looking into his eyes before smashing her lips onto his, mumbling “I missed you so much” onto his lips.

“I missed you more bug.” he mumbled back before kissing her again. Eventually the two of them pulled away and he set her down on the ground again. She immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him inside her house, shouting as she pulled him upstairs, “Mam can Alex stay the night?” hoping the answer was yes.

“Yes hun, ill call his parents.” her mom shouted back making them both smile and enter her room ready for a night of cuddles and more kisses.

3, Neck kisses

One thing Alex loved to do was kiss Hannah’s neck. Whether it was just a soft one while hugging her or ones that left marks while they did less innocent activities.

His favorite one being to pepper kisses on her neck when he was laying on top of her as they cuddled.

It was Hannah’s favorite position to be in most of the time. It usually happened when Alex would pick her up after he was done with training and they’d go back to his place and just lay on the sofa til dinner time or til Hannah was picked up.

That was the position they were currently in. The two of them on the sofa, tv on in the background but they weren’t paying attention, Alex’s face was in her neck as she played with his hair and scrolled through tiktok. The two of them singing along to the catchy audios they’d hear come from the app. (Yes Alex even sang along to the Harry and One Direction songs.)

But Alex wanted his girlfriends full attention.

“Babbyyy…” no answer, “bubbaaaaa…” none, “bugggggg,:” this time she got a hum in response, “I want attentionnnnn” he pouted, lips just about touching her neck, making her giggle. This is when he began peppering kisses on her neck,

“Stop giggling at meee,” he kept going, Hannah loving the feeling, “please bug.” he looked up at her before continuing the little soft kisses on her skin. She eventually gave in.

“Okay okay im all yours now.”

“You’ve always been all mine so shush and give me attention.” he kissed her neck one more time making her laugh and paid attention to her needy boyfriend.

“I love you needy boy.”

“I love you too pretty girl.”

4. Kissing to shut them up

“Ughhh i need to get this doneeee, but it’s so hard” she whined to her boyfriend.

Hannah was trying to finish the last assignment she had before she went on break for the next couple weeks.

“Bug, just breathe, you’ll get it done, is there anything i can do to help?”

“No Alex, I don’y even know what i need help, I have been looking at all my paper and notes and i cant find anything that can help me figure out how to finish this and i am about to rip my hair out.” she ran her hand through her hair.

“Well don't do that bubba.” he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Ughhh you don’t get it.” she huffed pouting. Looking over her papers and going on her laptop to look and see if she found something online. “Nope nothing, absolutely nothing, I am gonna fail this assignment and then i am gonna fail this class and i cant fail this class, i need to pass and i dont wanna have to ask the teacher for more help cuz i already asked once this week and i dont wanna bother her nor do i wanna text anyone from the class cuz i dont wanna disturb any-” she was cut off by her boyfriend’s lips on hers.

“Angel I love you but you need to shut up.” he laughed, he began to pick up all her schoo work and moved it away, pulling his girlfriend into him for a cuddle. “Just relax with me for a few and then together we will figure out the assignment, okay?” he finished.

She nodded her head against his chest and relaxed in his arms.

“You’re the best I love you so much.” she looked up at him and pecked his lips.

“I love you more bug.” he kissed her again before continuing to calm her down.

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thirteen-beaxhes · 5 years

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Well This is Egg-celent (Tyrus One Shot)

Summary: TJ jokingly left a comment on Cyrus Goodman’s Tweet, and got an unexpected response.

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AO3 LINK IN REBLOG

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“Hope you guys enjoyed this one! I loved the concept and had a blast making it with all my friends. I will see you all again, with another ridiculous to execute idea!” And the screen went black, the boxes of Youtube’s recommended videos popping up.

TJ laughed slightly at the end, using the back of his hoodie sleeve to wipe his nose, ignoring the tears streaming down his face. No stopping them clearly. But he was happy for the short break from his spiralling mind, for the brief respite.

Thank god for Cyrus Goodman’s films and videos, he thought to himself with a sigh, pushing his laptop back onto the bed which he had currently been lying on for two days straight. Amber had been walking in every now and then, desperately trying to get TJ to do something, anything, to try and not have him sink further into his emotions.

That worked about as well as one could imagine.

Drawing a shaky breath, TJ brushed off some of the cookie crumbs on his hoodie, accidentally kicking the empty ice cream carton off the bed. Oh well. He looked around his room to find it resembling the scene of a tornado hitting it. But he just couldn’t get himself to clean it. In that state, the chaos was comforting to him.

He picked up his phone, rubbing his stinging eyes as he opened Instagram. He clicked on the first Story, not even checking the name. He just wanted to let them play, giving some background noise as he just stared blankly at his screen. But, he jerked his head forward as soon as he heard that oh, so familiar voice.

Louis.

TJ gulped, his throat suddenly dry. He held his phone up with both his hands, peering at the screen, looking at the boy who had walked into his life a year ago and had stolen his heart, and who had left nothing but a stain on the carpet when he ran away with its broken pieces 3 days ago. He was at the bowling alley, hugging another boy TJ hadn’t seen before by the shoulders, laughing, his smile radiant. Having the time of his life.

Hoor-fucking-ray.

Tears filled up his eyes, as he immediately exited the stories, slamming his phone down onto the bed. He sniffed, unable to stop some stray ones from falling, the drops staining his hoodie.

He just hadn’t been good enough for him, that was it, TJ thought to himself, picking up his phone again, very pointedly avoiding Instagram. That’s why he was able to move on so fast. That, and the circumstances of their actual break up.

TJ took a deep breath, opening Twitter to absent-mindedly scroll through his account. He made it a point to stick to his stan account, knowing that it was the only social media where he wasn’t following a certain someone. He let out a small breath every time he came across a meme, just trying to lose himself to the endless scrolling.

A few minutes later, a notification popped up with the tweeting of a bird. TJ narrowed his eyes, scrolling up and letting a small smile come up on his face.

@CyGoodman_ : i’m in an irrationally vengeful and havoc-wreaking mood now

TJ laughed quietly, shaking his head slightly at the tweet. He could just imagine Cyrus standing with a sledgehammer ready to total someone’s car. He focused more on the Cyrus part than the car, but no one needed to know that.

Maybe it was the mood he was in, or maybe TJ was just too tired. But soon enough, he found himself typing out a reply and posting it, before he was able to register what exactly he had just said.

@filmsaregoodman : haha great maybe you can help me egg my idiot ex’s house this weekend then

Why did he say that?! Cyrus was going to think he was so weird!! TJ thought to himself in a panic, taking short breaths as he clicked on the button to delete it, but he stopped himself.

He would never see it, given the flood of replies, he rationalised. Besides, he just saw someone ask him to meet them in an abandoned building with a pickaxe so he definitely didn’t have to worry about being too weird.

TJ just groaned, shutting off his phone and plugging it into his charger as he turned onto his side. He just needed to sleep and focus on trying and actually getting up the next day, he thought as he pulled the sheet over himself.

The beeping of his alarm drilled into TJ’s brain, and he groaned as he rolled over onto his back, pinching the bridge of his nose. Who invented the concept of time? TJ just wanted to have a kind word with them.

As he blindly reached for his phone, TJ was also hit with the unimaginable stench of his room, courtesy of him not having showered. He winced at that, making a mental note to go crazy on the deodorant. He opened his phone, clicking on the Twitter app. Nothing extraordinary seemed to have happened, but when TJ looked through his messages, his eyes caught a name and he yelped loudly, falling off his bed in an unceremonious crash.

“TJ!” Amber yelled, running into the room, holding a spatula. She saw TJ breathing heavy on the floor, muttering wildly to himself. She walked up to him and smacked him on the head with the spatula. “What happened?!”

“Why do you have a spatula?!” TJ asked incredulously, rubbing his head.

“Cuz I thought you were being attacked!”

“So a spatula was your best weapon? You were literally in the kitchen! With knives!”

“Well, I’m sorry if I grabbed the first weapon I could find! And we are getting off track!”

“Okay so,” TJ said loudly, before holding up his phone in excitement. “Cyrus Goodman DM’ed me!”

“What?!” Amber yelled excitedly, dropping the spatula on the floor as she jumped next to TJ. “What? How?”

TJ explained the Tweets from the previous night and then held his phone up to her, showing her the message. Amber pulled the phone to her, peering at the message in confusion.

“Hey! This is so weird and may seem stalkerish ahhhh but I saw your reply to my tweet so I wanted to ask: can I have your address?? I swear I won’t send a hitman to your house!” Amber read out, narrowing her eyes in confusion. “Well, that’s strange.”

“I know but, he messaged me!” TJ squealed, but soon he looked at her in confusion. “What do I say? What does he want my address for? Maybe he wants to send something? Oh my god, how do I look?”

Amber laughed, shaking her head as she got up, patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t know bro, you need to figure that out.” With that, she walked out of the room, yelling that she would be back from work late that day.

TJ sighed as Amber left, hiding his head in his hands.

He could draft a message to his favourite creator no problem, right?

Yeah, right.

Despite his five hundred mental breakdowns over trying to type a single word to Cyrus Goodman, the next couple days passed relatively normally. Amber finally managed to shove TJ out of bed, forcing him to go to work at the coffee shop where Marty was extremely concerned at his disappearance. Life returned to normal, and if TJ shied away from his phone and social media, and just smiled amicably at guys who tried to hit on him, no one said a word. The messages and tweets slipped out of his mind almost completely.

It was now Friday, and TJ groaned as Amber walked up to him, modelling yet another dress as she prepared for her date that night.

“You sure you’ll be okay at home?” Amber asked, concerned, as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“Yes Amber, I’ll be perfectly fine,” TJ said, laughing slightly.

“Okay,” she said, slightly unsure. But soon, she grabbed her handbag and left, flashing a small smile of nervousness before she left.

After she had gone, TJ slumped into the couch, grabbing the popcorn and ice cream he had abandoned as Amber asked him opinions on all her outfits for her date. He opened Netflix, hugging a pillow as he clicked play on ‘Always be my Maybe’, telling himself he was only watching for Keanu Reeves, not at all because he was lonely and rom-coms were his only shot at romance in his life.

He was more than halfway through the movie, and past the point of being civil as he ate, stuffing popcorn into his mouth as tears rolled down his cheeks. It wasn’t even that the movie was sad, but he was just having one of those movie nights. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. Narrowing his eyes, TJ brushed off some popcorn kernels, confused at who could it be. Not Amber, unless her date went bad.

Probably their neighbour about sugar, TJ sighed, as he pushed himself off the couch and rubbed his eyes as he shuffled to the door.

“Sorry mate, no sugar,” TJ said, before looking up and gasping.

Cyrus. Goodman.

What happened next, TJ wasn’t at all proud of. He screamed and slammed the door shut.

What the? How the? Why was Cyrus Goodman at his doorstep? TJ thought wildly, running a hand through his hair. He jerked his head up in shock.

He had just slammed the door on him!

TJ took a deep breath, keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he opened the door, with what he could only assume was a sheepish expression on his face.

“Hey,” Cyrus said softly, and TJ could’ve practically melted on the spot. “I thought for a second I had the wrong house or something,” he said, giving a small laugh that could’ve made angels sing. “Are you, Theo?”

“Y-Yeah,” TJ whispered, finally looking up, but immediately looking back down at his feet because oh my god Cyrus Goodman was standing at his doorstep. “Actually, TJ.”

“What?”

“Call me TJ. I just use Theo on Twitter so people don’t know who I am,” TJ said sheepishly, finally forcing himself to look at Cyrus.

He looked amazing, obviously. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and dark jeans. But TJ furrowed his eyebrows when he looked down, noticing the three toilet paper rolls and three egg cartons tucked under Cyrus’ arm.

“Um, what’s that?” TJ asked, pointing at the questionable supplies. Cyrus looked confused, but looked down at his arm and understood.

“Oh! Yeah, I didn’t wanna bother you with the supplies, so I got them myself!” he said happily, pulling TJ out of the house by the hand. “Come on, we don’t have much time.”

“T-Time? For, for what?” TJ stammered out, unable to concentrate on anything other than the fact that he was practically holding Cyrus’ hand. Cyrus tilted his head to one side.

“To teach your ex a lesson,” Cyrus said simply, with a smile that teased I thought that was obvious.

A wave of realisation hit TJ, and he dropped his jaw open. “I was, I was joking.”

“Well, I’m not. Come on, it’ll make you not cry,” Cyrus said softly, reaching up to wipe away a tear that was on TJ’s cheek with his thumb. His hand lingered by TJ’s face, and god, if that was what it felt like to have your breath taken away, TJ never wanted to breath ever again.

Before he knew it, TJ was slipping on shoes and grabbing the keys out of the cat bowl he and Amber had stolen from their parents’ house when they moved out, shutting the door behind him as he followed Cyrus out the door.

Now that they were outside, walking on the streets, TJ was confronted by the fact that this was real. There he was, walking down the street with someone whose work he had admired for so long, who he may or may not think was breathtaking to look at, and they were walking with him to John’s house, to egg and TP it. Even dreams couldn’t come up with something this wild. But it was real, the chill in the night air, his visible breath in the air, everything was real.

“Let me hold something,” TJ said, trying to grab some of the things from Cyrus, but he moved away.

“No no, let me,” he said with a smile. “Least I could do.”

“Well, you’re doing more than you had to already. It’s all I could do.”

“Still. I wanna do this.”

TJ smiled, shaking his head slightly. He looked ahead, catching glimpses of Cyrus in his peripheral vision every now and then. He could also feel Cyrus looking at him every so often, and that made TJ’s cheeks flush, but if anyone noticed, he’d blame it on the cold.

Finally, after some minutes of silence and of Cyrus looking at him, TJ caved and turned to Cyrus. “What? Did I leave ice cream on my face?” he asked nervously, reaching up to wipe whatever it was away.

“No no,” Cyrus said, raising his eyebrows in amusement. “It’s just, I can’t imagine someone being stupid enough to let someone like you go.”

That comment was enough to turn TJ into a blushing mess, his heart doing the foxtrot in his chest. “I mean, I’m not that great.”

“That’s insane! We’ve exchanged like, 5 sentences, and I know that if you were with me, I’d never let you go.”

TJ choked, disguising it as a cough. What what what, did he say if TJ were with him. Hold the phone, he was dying. Tell Amber that he died as he lived, gay.

Cyrus just laughed quietly, bumping his shoulder with TJ’s. “Sorry, too much?”

“No no! Not at all,” TJ exclaimed, turning to look at him. “I just, no one’s said that before.”

“I can’t believe that,” Cyrus said, and TJ had to keep his eyes trained to the ground, knowing that hiss face was burning up.

They walked down the street in silence for some more time, before Cyrus looked at TJ.

“If you don’t mind telling me, why do you want to egg your ex’s house?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

TJ sighed, looking up at the sky, few stars visible in the sky. Fitting. “We’d been dating for 8 months, but I always felt like I was giving more than he ever was. And then I found out two weeks ago, that he was cheating on me,” he said quietly.

“That’s horrible TJ,” Cyrus said quietly. TJ just scoffed.

“Worst part, I knew that’s the kind of guy he was. And yet, I thought I could be the exception.”

“It’s not your fault,” Cyrus said comfortingly, placing a hand on TJ’s shoulder.

TJ just smiled appreciatively. He looked to his left and stopped, taking a deep breath.

“What is it?” Cyrus asked, stopping beside him.

‘We’re here,” he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Well then,” Cyrus said, with a mischievous smile as he set down the cartons and pulled out two eggs. He handed one to TJ and kept one with himself. “On the count of three then.”

TJ smiled nervously up at Cyrus. “One.”

“Two,” Cyrus said with a smile, coming closer to TJ.

And with twin smiles, they looked at each other. “Three.”

“That was insane,” TJ said with a smile, running a hand through his hair, but realising too late that there was egg yolk on his fingers. “Ugh!”

Cyrus was laughing, doubled over. TJ looked over, unamused.

“Haha. Thanks Goodman.”

“Hey,” Cyrus said, holding his hands up. “Did it help or not?”

“Actually,” TJ said, looking away thoughtfully. “It did.”

“See? Vengeance tastes sweet.”

“More like tastes like an impending salmonella infestation.”

Cyrus rolled his eyes, shoving TJ in the shoulder. But then, his expression grew softer. “You sure you’re okay?”

And when TJ thought about it, he was surprised to find himself nodding. Cyrus let out a sigh of relief, looking at his watch.

“Well, 2 am is no time to go home but I’ll try my luck,” he said with a tired smile. “I had fun, TJ.” And with that, Cyrus began walking away, but TJ called out to him.

“Hey!” he said, running up slightly to him. “If you want, you can stay over at my place.”

Cyrus raised his eyebrows slightly, and TJ tried to explain himself nervously. “Well, it’s late. And it’s the least I could do after you came all this way.”

“I literally live across town, TJ,” Cyrus said with a giggle. “But okay, I’ll take you up on that offer. Thanks.”

With that, the two of them began walking back to TJ’s house, an unexpected tension in the air. But it wasn’t unwelcome. TJ and Cyrus constantly snuck glances at each other, both looking away as soon as the other caught them, cheeks pink. And it was pure coincidence if they were walking close enough to let their fingers brush against each other with every step.

They crept into the house quietly, TJ putting a finger to his lips.

“My sister is probably back from her date,” he whispered, and Cyrus nodded, and they made their way to TJ’s room, avoiding as many floorboard creaks as they could. When they got to the room, TJ wanted to throttle himself at the mess.

“I’m, I’m sorry about everything,” TJ muttered, trying to clear space. But Cyrus was deep in thought, looking around the room in awe at the posters and pictures, running his fingers along the spines of the books on TJ’s shelf.

“You like reading?” Cyrus asked softly, turning around as he took off his shoes.

TJ nodded. “Mostly history. You?”

“Space and reptiles,” he replied, sitting down beside TJ on the bed.

“Wow. Just two nerds sitting here together, huh?”

“Seems like it.”

There was a silence after that, both unsure of what to say. The soft orange light of the lamp in TJ’s room was making Cyrus’ face look warm and even more gorgeous than normal. TJ let his gaze flick down to Cyrus’ lips, but he pulled his eyes away, reminding himself that he did not need a relationship just then. Cyrus took a deep breath, hiding what looked like disappointment behind a soft smile.

“So, uh, I’ll take the floor?” TJ said, picking up his pillow. But Cyrus shook his head.

“No, I’ll take the floor, you sleep in your bed.”

“It’s fine, Cyrus.”

“No it’s not,” Cyrus said, grabbing TJ’s hand. “Okay, let’s just share the bed.”

TJ glanced at his bed, worried about size. But the atmosphere in the room was making his sleepy, so he just nodded his head, making the bed for the two of them.

Before they got into bed, TJ grabbed Cyrus’ elbow and pulled him to himself, wrapping him in a hug. Cyrus was surprised, but soon slipped his arms around TJ’s waist.

“Thank you for this,” TJ whispered into Cyrus’ ear, before pulling away and climbing into bed, Cyrus following him as his back faced TJ’s.

And when Amber walked into the room the next morning to find her brother sleepily cuddling the famous person who had messaged her brother, she almost screamed in shock, horror and joy. But then, she just smiled, and went to make breakfast.

TJ should have known. Some things were just too good to last. Even things like Cyrus Goodman.

Why had he been stupid enough to let himself fall again? Why couldn’t he learn his lesson?

He’d convinced himself Cyrus was different that Cyrus had seen who he was, and he loved him. He had convinced himself that they were meant to meet for a reason, because he was the one.

Well, another thing TJ Kippen was wrong about.

“Teej, please open the door,” Amber pleaded. “I’m worried about you.”

TJ sighed, pausing his loud rock music to open to door to Amber. Amber gasped when she saw his bedraggled appearance, immediately pulling him in for a hug. Even though he had spent the last 4 hours crying, that hug alone made TJ collapse into sobs, sinking to the floor as he pulled Amber down with him.

“I really thought, Amber,” TJ gasped, but Amber shushed his, placing her hand on the back of his head.

“You’ll be okay, I got you,” she whispered back to him, as she held onto TJ. After they pulled away, when TJ’s tears were just a silent stream, she narrowed her eyes. “What did he say?”

TJ just shook his head. “He just said, ‘This isn’t gonna work out. I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t explain.’ Bullshit.”

“That’s a lame excuse,” Amber huffed, pushing a strand of TJ’s hair back.

“I don’t know what to do Amber,” TJ said in a broken voice. “I thought we could make it. But, I shouldn’t trust anyone.”

“I’m so sorry Teej,” Amber said, leaning her head against TJ’s. “Do you want me to make you anything? I can get ice cream from Costco.”

“No,” TJ said, shaking his head and pushing himself off the floor. “I, I need to do something. But I need your help.”

“Okay?” Amber asked, confused.

“Could you get a carton of eggs for me?”

“Why are we doing this?” Amber said, hoding the carton of eggs as she and TJ sat in the cab to Cyrus’ apartment. “What, are we gonna egg his front door? Cuz I’m gonna do more than that.”

TJ shook his head, a small smile on his face as he got out of the cab. He took a deep breath and walked into the building, walking up the stairs to Cyrus’ apartment. The lights seemed to be out from downstairs, so he was probably out or asleep.

“Give me the eggs,” TJ said, and Amber handed him the carton, which he set down at the doorstep.

“Wait, what? We aren’t throwing them?” Amber whined, but TJ just looked up at her.

“Can you, give me a minute?” he asked quietly, and Amber nodded, walking down the stairs.

After she was gone, TJ pulled out a carefully penned note from his coat and placed it on the carton, knocking loudly on the door before walking away, squeezing his eyes shut as he left the building.

I couldn’t even find the energy to throw these at you. Because you were the last person I expected I’d need to do that to.

TJ called into work sick the next day, a fact Marty didn’t question much. He didn’t need to ask TJ to see that he was going through utter shit at the time. So, some time alone was what he needed. Even though Amber wasn’t completely ready to leave him alone, but TJ pushed her to accept the date her girlfriend had asked her on.

“I’ll be okay, Amber,” he had said, kissing her on the forehead. “Now go get your girl.”

The mood was perfect too, the rain beginning to pour in torrents. TJ curled up in his blanket, watching Love Island on television. At least some people’s love lives were worse than his. TJ was heavily immersed in the drama between the house members, when suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the door.

In this downpour? TJ thought to himself as he walked to the door and opened it. But when he saw who it was, he froze.

“Cyrus, are you crazy?! What are you doing here?” TJ asked in shock, taking in his appearance.

“I, I had to see you,” Cyrus said between pants, taking in deep breaths.

“Did you run here?”

Nodding, Cyrus took a step forward, but stayed outside. “TJ. I’m so, so sorry. I thought I had to protect you, but I, I made a mistake.”

“Don’t,” TJ cut him off, his voice breaking. “Don’t’ do that, Cyrus. I’m trying to move on.”

“Please, TJ,” Cyrus pleaded, grabbing onto TJ’s elbow. “Please just hear me out.”

TJ just sighed, and looked up at Cyrus, nodding.

“I love you, TJ. So, so much. And being with you has been the best thing to happen to me. And when we decided to go public, I was so happy that I could share my happiness with everyone,” Cyrus said with a sad smile. “But, I started seeing messages and posts with people hating on you, and insulting you, and I know you said it didn’t bother you, but I know it did. I could see it in your eyes. I thought if we weren’t together, it would stop, and you’d be okay.”

“Cyrus,” TJ said softly, squeezing his hand. “You don’t need to worry about that. Sure, it’ll take some getting used to, but in the end, I just wanted to be with you.”

“I just wanna be with you too,” Cyrus said softly, reaching up to brush TJ’s cheek with his thumb.

TJ smiled softly, before leaning in to capture Cyrus’ lips in his, tasting the rain without any care. Cyrus wrapped his arms around TJ’s waist as TJ cupped his cheeks. After they pulled away, TJ leaned his forehead against Cyrus’.

“I love you, TJ.”

“I love you too, Cyrus. And I hope you never give me a reason to egg your house.”

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This is fluff cuz i got peer pressure by @heart-eyes-kippen and @criminalambis

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CEO (Jeonghan)

— papi, let’s go, cuz i kinda like it —

Smut.

» A business trip with your playful boss turns a lot more heated than you expected.

“Y/N, have you ever had the chance to go on a business trip?”

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Tuesday morning had brought about yet another meeting, and yet again you were struggling to keep your attention on the agenda as it continued drifting to the CEO of the company, Jeonghan, who was sitting at the end of the long table. He was young and attractive, and there was something about him that had had you intrigued since day one.

Perhaps it was the lazy look in the gorgeously brown eyes that usually held a playful twinkle, or perhaps it was the gentle smile he usually had on his plush lips. A lot also had to do with the fact that although he ran the whole company, he wanted to be as close with all of you as he could, and would often wander around the office, whether he had anything to talk with someone or not.

And, as you had to admit as you once again got lost adoring Jeonghan while he and the vice president, Jihoon, discussed some upcoming projects and business trips, he was sinfully good-looking, in particular with his hair styled so that his forehead was showing.

You took in a deep breath as you moved your gaze down to Jeonghan’s lips that he right then licked, and it made you swallow.

No, Jeonghan was not only attractive, but you were also attracted to him. Listening to him speak with such a low, gentle voice did nothing to help you focus on the agenda, and you were only glad that you didn’t have anything important to bring up during the meeting. That way you could just sit and adore.

Jeonghan leaned back on his chair and played with the pen he had in his hands while scanning around the meeting table. There was a business trip coming up, and he was contemplating on which one of you to bring with him. Seokmin smiled brightly and fixed his tie as an attempt to get the his attention, but Jeonghan just grinned at him and shook his head: he’d brought the younger male on too many trips already, and he figured it was time for someone else to go.

He hummed quietly, and soon his eyes returned to you. You were fairly familiar to him, at least as far as it came to him observing you at work, and he had been wanting to get to know you a bit better for quite a while despite not daring to show it in the least; not in his position. Tilting his head a little, Jeonghan leaned forward again. “Y/N, when was the last time you were on a business trip?”

You jolted at the sudden addressing, and in particular with everyone’s attention on you, you thanked all heavens for the fact that you actually caught what he had asked you. “I don’t think I’ve ever been on one, actually.”

“Would you like to go on one?” Jeonghan asked with a playful twinkle in his eye that had your heart fluttering a little.

“Of course,” you replied readily, staring right into his eyes. For a moment you forgot everyone else in the room, and it made you smile a bit nervously.

“Then it’s set,” Jeonghan nodded with a grin and wrote something down on his papers. “We’ll head to Tokyo on Friday.”

“Yes, Mr. Yoon,” you smiled, mentally thanking him for still clarifying where you’d go and when, considering that that had been exactly what he had talked about with Jihoon earlier, which you had completely missed.

“Good that that’s set,” he hummed and gave you one last warm look before moving on to bring the topic to a few new investments, which allowed you to get lost looking at him again.

A few quick topics - practically announcements, really - the meeting was finally over. As you walked to your office, Seokmin almost jogged up to you and chuckled. “Excited to go on your first business trip?”

“Excited and nervous,” you admitted and looked at him with a smile on your lips. “Any tips? You’ve been on quite a few, haven’t you?”

“A few too many,” he snorted before humming in thought. “I don’t know, he’s pretty easy to be around and he’s really understanding in many ways. Just be reasonably professional and there and you’re good to go.”

“I guess that’s comforting,” you chuckled and stopped in your tracks when you reached your office. “Thanks, Seokmin. I’ll send you photos.”

“Don’t, I’ll just get jealous from the champagne,” he laughed heartily before shaking his head. “But it’s nothing, I’m always glad to help. I’m sure it’ll be a memorable trip.”

Oh, if he only knew how memorable it would be.

…

Jeonghan had given you some additional information during the week, and on Friday you met him at a taxi by the apartment complex you lived in. It was early in the morning, and Jeonghan couldn’t help but chuckle when you had reached the taxi with your suitcase.

“Sorry that it’s so early,” he said with a grin, and while yawning, you waved your hand in the air to signal that it was fine.

“I know it’s for practicalities,” you noted and smiled at him while putting the suitcase into the trunk of the car. “Wasn’t it tough for you?”

“It was and still is,” he admitted and winked playfully, “but I’m a master of sleeping wherever and whenever.”

“Just don’t snore,” you joked and got into the car with him.

Jeonghan quirked his eyebrow, and his grin only widened. “Isn’t it a boss’s privilege to do things like that and not get comments about it?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you noted, hinting at how your job was more or less in his hands, and looked into his eyes that seemed to suck you in them in a way that made you shiver a little.

He had something incredibly mysterious and attractive about him for a moment, until he sighed dramatically. “Seokmin said the same, and these days he just messes around with me. My authority is gone.”

You laughed heartily, and it made Jeonghan snicker, too. The atmosphere felt nice and light, and you talked about some more professional things on your way to the airport.

The way to Tokyo went by fast - of course, since it wasn’t too long of a long way - and Jeonghan did, indeed, sleep for most of the flight. While he slept next to you, you allowed your eyes to wander on him, taking in the soft-looking pink lips, the beauty mark on his cheek and just how well his suit sat on him.

Had he not looked as cute as he did while sleeping, you probably would’ve let your thoughts wander a lot more than you ended up letting them. To further keep your thoughts on the tamer side, you looked around in the airplane and thought about how cute and soft-spoken Jeonghan was on the daily, no matter how sexy he could look, in particular during the rare days that he actually oozed with authority.

It was intriguing, really, how the boss that enjoyed pulling small pranks and giggled at the confusion on his employees’ faces could actually seem so strong and powerful, too, if he really wanted to. The duality never failed to amaze you.

Having left quite early, you also reached Tokyo pretty early into the afternoon. You both let out relieved sighs when you got out of the elevator after checking in the hotel.

“Finally here,” you sighed and checked the number of your room again.

Jeonghan chuckled and nodded while doing the same. “It’s been quite a long day considering it’s barely one in the afternoon.”

“Tell me about it,” you agreed and squinted a little. “We don’t have the meeting until the evening, do we?”

“No,” he grinned and quirked his eyebrow meaningfully. “Thinking about taking a nap during work, Y/N?”

“May I remind you about which one of us slept for the whole flight, Mr. Yoon?” you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice, and opened the door to your room.

“Touché,” he laughed and smiled at you warmly from his own door. “No, but really, get the sleep that you need. I’ll come wake you up early enough.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and entered your room, yawning almost immediately after closing the door again.

Your nap was heavenly, and would’ve left you feeling good if you hadn’t had such a heated dream about your boss. Rather than getting a peace of mind from the rest, you were left hot and bothered after you had dreamt about how sensual his kisses would be as his hands would roam around your body, over and under your clothes.

It was just about when his hand was sliding between your legs that you heard knocks on your door that, with the familiar voice calling your name, dragged you back from your sleep.

Your eyes widened as the dream was fresh in your mind, but you tried to appear as casual as you possibly could when you went to open the door, smiled at Jeonghan and told him you’d be done in a moment.

The way you avoided looking into his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by him, although he couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t do it.

The meeting that evening went a lot better than you had anticipated, and the next day was just as successful. You really enjoyed being with Jeonghan, and Seokmin had not been lying when he said that he was easy to be around. Although it was quite a short time, you felt as though you got a bit closer to Jeonghan during the trip, and eventually he also asked you to just call him by his first name rather than Mr. Yoon.

You had no objections, although you did find him all the more attractive whenever you - or anyone else - called him Mr. Yoon.

You had dinner together again on Saturday evening, and somehow it felt like something had changed. Jeonghan would look you in the eyes a lot more often, a playful grin would play on his lips frequently, and if you weren’t completely mistaken, he was trying to flirt with you a little.

All that alone made the atmosphere more on the excited, anticipative side, and you found yourself lost in his eyes, drinking up whatever he said with the low, soft voice of his, and eventually you started thinking about the dream you had had the night before. It had been more or less of a continuation to your short dream during Friday afternoon, and so your mind was largely occupied by the thought of him eating you out passionately, demanding you to look into his eyes while he lapped at your pussy.

You squeezed your legs together subtly as heat began pooling between your legs, and tried to appear attentive when Jeonghan told you a story from the last time he had been in Tokyo for a business trip with Seokmin.

While you battled with your thoughts wandering, Jeonghan was having a bit of a battle in his mind. He had a difficult time admitting just how attractive he thought you were, because that brought about a problem: he was your boss, but he was also awfully eager to take you to bed and show you the side of him that he didn’t at the office.

The clothes you’d worn during the trip emphasized all the right parts of your body, and it left Jeonghan with his pants feeling tight and his imagination running loose, only somewhat controlled by the fact that no matter how much of a playful, silly CEO he was, he also knew his position and didn’t want to use it to take advantage over anyone.

But testing the waters wouldn’t hurt, would it?

He continued building up the courage to put his thoughts into words as you dined, and whenever you licked your lips while looking him straight in the eye, he felt his pants grow tighter. At that point he wasn’t even sure if you were being purposefully suggestive - which you were - or if it just came across as suggestive because he wanted you so much.

The atmosphere continued getting more and more clouded by an unnamed, unacknowledged sexual tension, and while digging into his dessert, Jeonghan decided that he’d just go for it.

“Y/N, I was wondering…” Jeonghan began and lowered his gaze, stopped by his conscience telling him that he shouldn’t be suggesting anything in case the feeling wasn’t mutual.

You raised your eyebrows. “Yes?”

Whether it was the way you were looking at him or the champagne he’d just sipped, Jeonghan somehow found the courage to present the question. “Would you like to spend the night in my room?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the question, and your lips parted as you processed it in your mind. “Like…”

“You don’t have to, of course, I just… thought I was feeling something here,” Jeonghan said with pursed lips, his eyes warm yet dark as he looked at you, hoping he hadn’t offended you yet also hoping that you felt the same way that he did.

Swallowing hard, you then nodded. “...Me too.”

His eyes widened for a moment, and then his lips spread into a smile. “Okay.”

Neither of you was in a rush, though, and you finished the desserts - or whatever little was left of them - peacefully, although the atmosphere was a lot more erotically charged than before with some eye flirting.

You had always found him handsome and intriguing, but never had you ever wanted him as much as you did in that moment, as he looked into your eyes with his looking dark and hooded, his lips slightly parted and his tongue licking them slowly. Soon you were done and could head to the elevator, where Jeonghan pressed the button to the 35th floor. You stood close to him, awfully aware of his presence, and slowly turned more towards him while moving your gaze up to his eyes, too, only to find him looking straight back at you.

Without a word and with only minimal hesitation, Jeonghan got his hand to your lower back and pulled you close to himself, and you were the one to close the distance between your lips with your arms wrapping around his neck.

After a dinner loaded with so much sexual tension, it felt almost heavenly to finally have your hands in Jeonghan’s hair and his lips against yours as his hands began roaming around on your lower body, eagerly feeling up your ass and thighs. His kisses were sinfully good and turned you on quickly, although your imagination had already done a fair share of that earlier, too.

“Should I just stop the elevator?” Jeonghan asked against your lips, impatiently bucking his hips against yours while pulling you against him in a way that left no questions about whether he was hard or not.

Moaning quietly at the sensation, you were somewhat able to shake your head. “We don’t want the company to be banned from here, do we?”

“No,” he breathed and pulled away from you. He took a deep breath and looked at you, his lips a bit puffy and his eyes dark and filled with lust. Biting his lip, he frowned a little. “But it’s moving so slowly and I…”

Jeonghan’s voice trailed off as he, again, contemplated on what was okay to say and what was not, but you weren’t about to have any of it. You wanted to know, and so you grinned and cocked your eyebrow while playing with his hari slowly. “You what?”

Leaning his forehead against yours, Jeonghan sighed. “...want you so bad.”

“That’s too bad,” you smirked and boldly slid your hand down his body, all the way until you could palm him through his suit pants, awfully tight on him. Just as he bucked into your hand, the elevator bell rang quietly and the doors began opening. You withdrew your hand and looked at him meaningfully. “Well?”

“Come on,” he grinned and took your hand into his before leading you out of the elevator and into his room, only one door further from yours. On the inside it was pretty identical to yours, just that it had a trace of Jeonghan here and there in form of his things and clothes.

With the door closed behind yourselves, you turned around to Jeonghan to wrap your arms around his neck again, your gaze moving from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. “Finally alone.”

“Tell me about it,” he said quietly and leaned down to kiss your neck. You hummed contently and began leading him towards the bed, and Jeonghan grinned against your lips at that. “I like the determination.”

“There’s been enough waiting,” you replied simply while grinning into the kiss, too, and sat down on the bed, looking up to Jeonghan suggestively. “Do you know when you’re at your hottest, Mr. Yoon?”

He swallowed at the way his name sounded said by you with such a determined, dark look in your eyes, and began leaning down as you lay down on the bed and took his tie into your hand, pulling him closer. “No. Tell me.”

“When you know exactly what you want,” you began with a playful smirk on your lips as you continued pulling Jeonghan closer, all the way until your lips were brushing against each other’s, “and when you make sure you get it, too.”

There was something about what you were saying and how you were saying it that had him awfully impatient, and you let out a quiet moan when you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt him grind against you, letting you feel as much of his erection as his suit pants would allow.

“I want you,” he mumbled against your lips and let his hands roam on your body, caressing you over your dress. Jeonghan then took in a deep breath, somehow more confident after your words. “And I will have you.”

“Please,” you said rushedly and got one hand into his hair and one arm loosely around his neck as you kissed him passionately and met his hips with yours as well as you could.

The dress you were wearing was strapless, much like your bra, and Jeonghan was quick to slide them both down on your body until he could cup your breast with his hand, leaving your nipple between his fingers. You leaned into his touch and unwrapped your arms from around his neck so that you could start unbuttoning the white dress shirt he was wearing under his fitted blazer.

With the shirt unbuttoned, you moved your hands freely on Jeonghan’s upper body and deepened your kisses that only seemed to get more and more passionate, as though revealing all the times you’d wanted to kiss him in the past, just to see if his lips were as soft as they looked. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and you whimpered quietly when it rubbed into your tongue with just the right amount of force to have you buck your hips against his in need of more.

Jeonghan grinned against your lips, but when he was about to move down to kiss your neck, you pushed him back and shook your head. It took all of your willpower to stick to your resolution when he looked at you like that, with his eyes so dark and attractive, but somehow you managed to sit up and get him to sit against the wall. “There’s something I want to do first.”

“Oh?” he asked, almost dumbfounded, but had a smirk spreading to his lips when you pushed his blazer and dress shirt off him before starting to fiddle with the button and zipper of his pants and pressing kisses all over his chest as you kissed your way down his body. “I see.”

You grinned and continued kissing your way down on him while pulling his pants and boxers down on his legs when he lifted his lower body a little, and bit down on your lower lip at the sight of his cock, which looked even better than it had in your dreams. It sat perfectly in your hand, and the thought of how it would feel inside of you had your mouth watering.

Jeonghan watched you with a smug smirk as you adored his length, but the smugness was replaced with pleasure when you leaned down to lick a long stripe from the base of his length to the top and repeated it a few times. He grunted quietly and reached down to tease one of your nipples a little, at which you sighed contently, leaned into his touch and guided the tip of his cock to your lips, which you then wrapped around it.

“Yes,” he sighed and closed his eyes, resorting to just petting your head a little as a way to show appreciation for how good it felt to have your soft lips against such a sensitive body part of his, much less how amazing it was to be encased by the warmth of your mouth.

You loved noticing the effect you had on him, and teasingly looked him in the eye when you began lowering your head with your tongue swirling on the underside of his length. He hummed appreciatively and bit down on his lower lip when you began moving your head up and down a little before sticking to simply tonguing the slit and sucking on the tip. It was a sensitive spot, and it was made all the more obvious by the noises that he let out after every little thing that you did, whether it was you sucking on it lightly or moving your tongue on it.

Considering that he was your boss, you were incredibly pleased to have him under your control, and you just couldn’t not make the best of it. And so, after sucking on the head of his cock for a while, you let him fall off your lips when he started to buck his hips up. He pouted as you kissed his stomach and held the base of his cock.

“Are you teasing me now?” he asked and looked at you with a small frown, and you gave him a smug grin.

“Is it working?” you asked and soon returned to his cock, moving your head up and down in a steady rhythm with your tongue gliding on the underside of his length. The soft ahs that Jeonghan let out were magic to your ears, and everything in the situation turned you on beyond belief.

“You could say that,” he breathed, only to hiss when you pulled up from his cock with your cheeks hollowed. “Fuck…”

Grinning, you began moving your mouth sideways on his cock, wetting it with your tongue and pressing sloppy kisses here and there. “What’s it doing to you, Mr. Yoon?”

Jeonghan grunted at the usage of Mr., and looked at you and the way your lips looked pressed against his cock. “Mostly just making me want to fuck you even more than I did before.”

You froze for a second, almost giving in to the temptation of just that, but then kept going with the blowjob that was making Jeonghan’s toes curl. The wet warmth of your mouth felt heavenly on him, and the way your tongue felt when you were teasing his slit with it was making him see stars.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, and after reaching for a complementary condom from the drawer of the nightstand, Jeonghan gently urged you to stop and lift your face. He looked deep into your eyes and cupped your cheek as he licked his lips slowly. “My turn.”

You got out of your dress and took off your bra and panties, and Jeonghan observed you with interest while putting the condom on himself. You looked at him meaningfully and swallowed when he beckoned you to get closer, which you did, getting one of your knees over his hips and lowering your body so that his cock was between your folds.

“This is a nice sight,” Jeonghan grinned and smoothed his hands over your thighs and ass while you rocked your hips back and forth, shivering a little with how turned on you were already.

“I’m not complaining, either,” you noted with a small smirk and lifted your hips a little so that Jeonghan could guide his cock to your entrance. You looked him in the eye and bit down on your lower lip as you sank down on him, moaning at the way he filled you up. He grunted, too, and held your hips tightly, almost overwhelmed with how amazing your pussy felt around him.

Without much further ado - you were way too horny to just take it easy - you began rocking your hips on his lap, knowing just how to do it to get the most pleasure for yourself, and judging by the noises Jeonghan was letting out, he enjoyed it, too. His cock hit all the right spots inside of you, and while you worked your magic with your hips, Jeonghan was mesmerized just looking at you.

You were gorgeous, and the sight added to how amazing he was feeling had him feeling several other things, too. He grunted at how well you were moving your hips and contracting your muscles around his cock and moved his hands from your hips to your breasts to play with them. You moaned at the sensation and placed your hands on his chest to support you when you began moving on him a bit harder and faster, and since the positioning of your hands squished your breasts together a little, Jeonghan grinned to himself.

Somewhere amidst you riding him desperately, Jeonghan began fucking up into you, his hands now back on your hips and pushing you down on himself. You whimpered. “Y-yes, that feels so good, ah…”

Jeonghan merely nodded and bucked up harder, although a few moments later he stopped and stroked your thighs. You quirked your eyebrow and looked at him in a daze, only able to think about how sensitive you were and how you needed more.

“I don’t want you to have to do all the work,” Jeonghan said, his voice low yet soft, and helped you get off his cock. As you sat next to each other on the bed, he kissed you passionately while playing with your breasts, after which he told you what he had in mind.

You grinned as you lie down on your right side and bit down on your lower lip when you felt Jeonghan lift your left leg so that he could more easily push into you, and moaned satedly when he had bottomed out. He hissed when he was encased by the warmth of your pussy again and kissed your upper back passionately while holding your right breast snugly in his hand, playing with its nipple every now and then.

It felt heavenly on both ends - something about the position made you feel even tighter than before, which in turn made him feel bigger - and you focused solely on the pleasure you were experiencing. Jeonghan was very much lost in you; lost in how amazing you felt around him, how amazing you sounded, how amazing you felt under his touch… It was all perfect.

As his orgasm started approaching him, Jeonghan began fucking you a bit harder, which had your breath hitching in your throat a little. You were so turned on and the knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening a little, and yet it felt like something was missing; something that would throw you over the edge.

You met the movements of Jeonghan’s hips as well as you could, and it didn’t take too long for him to push deep into you, suck lightly on your neck and hold your breast almost desperately as he released into the condom. He panted, and you continued moving your hips a little as an attempt to get closer to your own release, too.

“You didn’t come, did you?” Jeonghan mumbled by your ear, still rocking his hips back and forth slowly. You shook your head weakly and moaned quietly when he squeezed your breast and kissed you by your ear. “Let me get you off, too.”

He let go of your breast, pulled out of you and got rid of the condom, and with a mere blink of your eyes he had moved to the lower end of the bed, turned you to your back and spread your legs so that he had easy access to your pussy, soaked with anticipation and begging for more touch. You looked at him with your lips parted, but as he dove right in to lap at your wetness, you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

Jeonghan grinned when you bucked your hips a little against his mouth, and when you got one hand into his hair, he only got more excited. He ran his tongue over your swollen clit relentlessly time after time, and only when you began quivering a little underneath him, he moved lower to tongue your entrance a little. You whined and bucked against him, and once he returned to focus on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you moaned.

The knot in the pit of your stomach was tightening at a fast rate, only fueled by the wet sounds that came from Jeonghan eating you out with such vigor. He pulled back a little, and you let out a dissatisfied whine.

“I want you to look at me,” he said, his voice far from the soft tone he had been using for the longest time, and instead full of the authority he so rarely showed. The tone alone sent shivers down your spine, and so you quickly folded the pillow underneath your head and looked at him right in the eye, and the way it all reminded you of your dream the night before made you clench around nothing. His eyes curved as he grinned. “Good.”

You bit down on your lower lip as you struggled keeping your eyes open and focused on Jeonghan, ho looked back at you intently while his tongue explored your pussy, massaging your clit in ways that made you see stars. He wrapped his lips around it, and smirked almost devilishly when you momentarily shut your eyes as a moan left your lips. You were quick to open your eyes again, however, and as some sort of a way to reward you for still following his order of a kind, he began sucking on your nub lightly, just enough to have your back arching.

“J-Jeonghan,” you breathed, your chest heaving rapidly as he continued eating you out eagerly, and you continued giving him encouraging nods with your orgasm approaching you faster and faster.

He began giving your clit fast licks with just the right amount of pressure, and it wasn’t much later that you were bucking your hips against his mouth in a steady rhythm with your legs on either side of his face and your hand tight in his hair. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as your orgasm rocked through you, only intensified as Jeonghan continued giving attention to your most sensitive parts and eagerly lapped at your release.

Soon he pulled back with a wide grin on his face as he looked at you, panting and looking incredibly sated and spent. He crawled up on the bed, and after wiping his face with the back of his hand and licking it clean, he leaned down to kiss your neck. You lazily got your arms around his neck and pulled him into a proper kiss before letting him go and lie down next to you.

For a while you were both silent, merely looking at the ceiling and catching your breaths. Jeonghan reached for your hand, and you smiled as you let him take it into his.

“You know,” Jeonghan began quietly, slowly rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You hummed, encouraging him to continue, and turned to look at him curiously. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a while.”

“What kind of an eye?” you asked with a grin and moved a bit closer to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a silly, wide smile and shook his head. His eyes twinkled happily. “Not the kind you think. Or maybe a little.”

“Go on,” you hummed and let yourself get lost in his deep, brown eyes. Jeonghan let out a quiet giggle.

“Firstly, your work performance is spectacular,” he began, and as he continued, his voice got softer and his smile widened. “But you’ve also got the brightest smile of the office, and I like the way you look at me.”

“The way I look at you?” you asked with a snort and hid your face with your arm. “What about it?”

“It’s cute, and you seem to get lost in thought a lot,” Jeonghan said softly and got closer to you on the bed so that he could move your arm away from your face and look into your eyes. “And I love it when you act like you weren’t staring.”

“I’m glad if you don’t mind,” you smiled, and it only widened on your lips when he leaned down to kiss you.

“Not at all,” Jeonghan whispered after pulling up and licked his lips. He looked into your eyes in a way that made your heart flutter a little. “We don’t have to be weird about this, right?”

“No,” you said quietly and shook your head a little while placing a hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder. “I know you’re my boss, but… do you think we could do this again sometime?”

“Dine and have sex?” he asked with a playful grin and nodded. “Regularly, if you’d like. I want to get to know you better.”

“Me too,” you replied and played with his hair as he leaned down to kiss you again.

After the business trip, the two of you did, indeed, meet up every now and then over dinner and, more often than not, sex. Sometimes he’d even ask you to stay overtime - for a reason, usually - and it would often end up getting steamy, with the two of you starting with simply making out and ending up having sex in his office.

Neither of you was particularly fond of being a part of an office romance, but you were too drawn to each other to mind, and although you knew you were each other’s only ones, you didn’t think too deep about it nor did you treat it too seriously.

You just were, with no strings attached yet with so many strings attached, and until one of you expressed unhappiness, that was okay. The two of you enjoyed being with each other in various ways, and for now that was enough.

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Author’s note: This is my first drabble. I J-hope you all like it (‘,:D)

***Anything in italics is a flashback. And anything separated by a “---” is a new flashback.***

Genre: Angst (y/n x Jhope)

Summary: You have felt empty for months now and you aren’t too sure why. It when you decided to look back on things that you figured it out.

Word Count: 2113

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Alternate Ending | Alternate Ending Part 2

You woke up feeling as out of sorts as you have the last few weeks. You turned over to your side, his half of the bed was empty as always, like it had been for what felt like months.

You dragged yourself out of the bed and made your way to the bathroom to wash up. The reflection you saw in the mirror was one that you refused to believe was yours. Your eyes were still a bit puffy from the intense crying of the night before. There were deep dark bags under your eyes that you acquired from countless anxiety filled nights without him. Lastly, there was this permanent frown that scarred your face even in times when you tried to smile. All of it caused from your feelings of emptiness.

“Where did this all come from?” You thought

You pulled out your toothbrush, popping it into your mouth as you replayed everything of the last few months trying to figure the whole thing out

---

From your bed you could hear him going about the place, most likely dropping his things at the entrance.

“Finally” you cheered internally

2am couldn't have come sooner. Now his practice was over and he was home.

His footsteps neared the bedroom door and you shut your eyes to pretend to be asleep. He always got after you when you stayed up for him.

The door knob moved slowly in attempts to be quiet. You shut your eyes tighter as if that would make it more believable that you were asleep

The first thing he did was drag himself to the bathroom. It took a long while but eventually he came out.

He slowly crawled into bed and you knew it was your chance. You rustled about as if him climbing under the sheet woke you up.

“Hi baby.” you said in a mumble, your eyes only half open to add to the “just-woke-up-because-i-felt-something” role you were in.

“Hi.” he said in a grunt.

He slid under the sheet, but he only stuck to his side of the bed. No words, no hug, no kiss. All he did was just lay there doing a last minute scroll of his twitter feed. He had been acting like this the past week. The first few days it didn't bother you, but now, all you really wanted was a small cuddle like before.

You wiggled up to him and snaked your arms around him, just digging your face in the crook of his neck. It was only a week, but you missed the feeling of him in your arms.

But just as soon as you had your hold on him, he pushed your hands off. “Y/n, I’m sore.”

Y/n. Why didn't he call you jagi like he always does.

“...So how was your day?” you asked with a yawn. The sleep was catching up to you now, but you wanted to stay up longer for him.

Jhope didn't even look at you. He just rolled to his side, giving you his back. “You should sleep. You have work in the morning.”

---

“You ready to go?” he asked impatiently from the doorway with a huff.

“Aaaaalmost done.” you hummed while you applied your lipstick.

“It’s just us and the guys. Why are you getting all dressed up?” he sounded so annoyed.

“Maybe because this is the first time on months that i can. When was the last time we even went out?”

There was no reply out of him.

You swung your head around to face him only to see that he left the room. “You have to be kidding me!” you grumbled as you shoved your feet into your heels

You stepped out into the living room. Jhope was on the couch looking down at his phone. He was always on his phone when he was home. It was a habit that was starting to annoy you.

“I’m ready”

He got up with a grunt and began walking to the door.

“Wait, do I look okay, right?” you were trying to fish for a compliment. You didn’t spend an hour getting ready for nothing.

“You look fine.” he said without even looking back at you.

“Ya, you didn’t even look at me!” you whined as you caught up to him.

His shoulders slumped and his neck practically gave up supporting his head, but eventually he turned to you. He scanned you up and down with bored eyes. “Like I said, you look fine.”

“Not great? Not beautiful?” Desperate was your middle name at this point. You just really wanted to hear something more out of him.

He gave you this “smile”. You didn’t know how to explain it. It was almost a pity smile. He cupped your face and he gave you a kiss, but just barely. His lips were barely on you for a second before he pulled back and said. “You look amazing. Now let’s go cuz we are late. They probably started eating without us.”

You followed him out the door and down the hall to the elevator. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. Jhope said nothing more. His hand was limp. All he did was continue to walk.

You tried to think of something to say, but you didn’t know. He didn’t like to talk about work, neither did you. You hadn’t really done much in your day instead of your usual stuff around the house.

The silence continued as you stepped into the elevator. Once he rested in the corner he pulled his phone back out. You studied him as he looked at the screen. His eyes were alive and there was even a slight smile on his face. From the reflection from the glasses that complimented his outfit, you could see the message app open. A bubble popped up ad that’s when his smile widened and he let out a chuckle. His fingers began to dance on the screen as he typed away.

You grew curious and looked over his shoulder. “What happened?”

“Nothing!” he said, shoving his phone in his pocket.

---

No pillow talk, no cuddles, not even any evidence of love bites. He only rolled over and knocked out.

You shaved, spent an embarrassing amount of money on new lingerie, and took over an hour on your make up. And for what? A ten minute fuck.

Your attempts at seduction failed when he came home from his thankfully shorter practice. He didn’t want to play along with your dirty flirts and his body cringed under your touch when you wanted to give him a “sexy massage”. He just skipped it all and got straight to the point of what you wanted. It was as if he was just trying to get it over with.

You regretted everything. You felt ugly and even more unwanted than you did before. A few tears slid down the side of your face. You tried to hold yourself back from crying, but it was hard. “Don’t cry or he’ll wake up.” you thought. “The last thing you want to do is wake him and and make him lose sleep over your stupid thoughts. Of course he wasn’t into it. He was tired. It was stupid to do this, i should have known better.”

---

“Why are you awake?” He asked when he found you sitting in the living room couch at 2am. “What have I told you about waiting up for me?”

You only glared at him.

“You are going to regret staying up this late in the morning.” he warned

“Where were you?”

His movements froze for a second. Finally you said something that got his attention. “...Practice”

“I thought it was supposed to end at 11.”

“It kept going longer. It happens all the time. You know that already.”

“So why is it that when I called Yoongi an hour ago, he said that practice ended at 12?”

His face cringed at your question. “Why did you call Yoongi?!?”

“Because you didn’t pick up! So where were you?”

He squinted his eyes at you, so offended by your tone. “We went for drinks after practice, alright.”

“Yoongi didn’t say anything about you all going for drinks.”

“He didn’t come with us! He is my fucking baby sitter now or what?!? What’s with all these questions? What is so wrong with me wanting to unwind after practice before i sleep and do it all over again?!? Was us going out so bad?”

You hung your head. “No-”

“That’s what i thought!”

“But-”

“No! We aren’t gonna talk about this anymore. It’s late and i want to sleep.” he grumbled.

---

It wasn’t even two minutes into being home and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Throughout the entire Big Hit Christmas party, you were completely ignored by your boyfriend and you were beyond mad.

“Who is she?” you hissed as you slid off your heels by the door.

“What?” he played stupid while he put his keys on the hook and slid off his jacket.

“That girl you were talking to all night. Who is she?”

“Soomin? She’s my stylist.” his voice was so casual is it you even more upset.

“So you spend the whole party with you stylist instead of your girlfriend?!?”

“Y/n-”

“Do you have any fucking idea how ugly it felt that whenever someone suggested to have a picture taken, I had to go around looking for you? Do you know how bad i felt that i barely get to see you and this one night to go out with you, I keep catching you talking away with some girl that you see at work every fucking day?!” You could feel your voice shaking just remembering how he smiled at “Soomin”.

“What are you talking about? You and I ate together with everyone else, we danced, we took pictures.”

“Only in the beginning when all the cameras were out! You only stuck around when the others were sober enough to have a decent conversation and even then i couldn’t even get a word out of you. But no with that styist of your you were just a fit of laughs weren’t you?”

“Oh what so i can’t be a nice guy with her? She’s going through a divorce! I couldn’t help but try to cheer her up cuz her jerk of a husband didn’t want to come with her.”

“And what about me?!? What about ME being happy with MY boyfriend?!?”

“You say that as if you weren’t having the time of your life laughing up a storm with the others. I saw you! Every time I looked over at you, you were taking pictures or laughing with Jungkook-”

“I was saving face!”

“Saving face my ass! Stop overreacting about all this.”

“I am not overreacting! Just tell me why the fuck you were all over her!”

He furrowed his brows at you and tilted his head, a bit taken aback by what you said. Then suddenly he let out a laugh

You could only stare at him through watery eyes. How could he be laughing?

“Oh now i see what you’re getting at.” he said under his breath. His face was serious now despite that fact that he was laughing only a second ago. He stared back at you almost as if he was disappointed in you. “I can’t believe something like this is coming out of you.” he said with a tone of disgust.

You stayed quiet. You didn’t really know what to say. His eyes burned at your skin and silence filled the room.

“...Y/n i don’t have the time or energy to have a stupid argument over stupid bullshit.” he said eventually. “I need to sleep, not to explain myself from your delusional accusations.” his words were like knives

Still you said nothing. But then again what could you say?

“You know what? I think i’m just gonna leave.” he said as he turned back to the door.

“Leave?” you barely got out “What- What do you mean you’re gonna leave?”

“I don’t need to deal with this right now.”

You marched up to him and pulled his hand way from the keys. “I’m trying to talk to you!” you cried.

He pulled his arm right back. He grabbed the keys and jacket with one hand. “Sounds more like yelling to me.” he said before he slammed the door.

Your face was streaked with hot tears. Your body felt weak as your cries evolved from soft hiccups to intense sobs. A wave of pain resonated throughout your body and your limbs went limp. You felt like an empty shell of a person as you stared back at your sobbing reflection. “Where did the love go?”

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March 2

I feel like the dumbest girl. And I’m sitting here crying because some guy said we’d meet today and didn’t msg at all today. He was from the fb dating app, added him to snap awhile ago, and we have spoken on and off for bit. Always flirting, and he’d always joke about meeting, then take it back. His excuse the first time was that he’s always busy working. Fine I thought. I was starting to think maybe we’d have a lot in common and would get along. Maybe my first mistake was giving the whole thing high expectations. But he’s Cree, like me, same age, and same job field. His Cree name was almost the same as mine, which I joked about having Thunderbird babies.

Anyways, yesterday he says he wanted to meet, I said I didn’t believe him and he was bluffing. “No, serious this time. I’m free anytime after 5.” We had plans just to chill and go for coffee. But he never msged. I replied to his snap meme that said something about wanting attention, and I said “fucking same”, and all he said was “word lol”. Like, how lame. lol. I laughed it off, like I wasn’t bothered by any of it, cuz whatever, his loss. But got a random message from a stranger on that app I spoke about earlier, asking how my day was, and said I was supposed to meet someone and it didn’t happen. His response was, “aww, that must suck” or something, and I felt the hurt in my chest.

I think it’s just because I felt like I liked him, and was genuinely excited to meet this one. I’m trying not to internalize this rejection, but fuck. How could I not? Why couldn’t he just say he changed his mind?

Maybe it’s partly my fault. I should have been the bigger person to msg him, but fuck that. lol. I hate this. I wouldn’t even know how to talk to him anymore too. How dumb.

Anyways, about Alex. I hired a lawyer and paid the 1500 dollar retainer (thanks to my dad). I printed out all these forms I’m supposed to fill out. I don’t know how though. It tells me to put down all of my monthly expenses of bills, rent, food, necessities, toiletries, car, gas... like EVERYTHING. And another set of forms that tells me to list the price of everything he and I own, which the only thing valuable I own is my suv, and that isn’t even worth much. Besides the point. I just don’t know anything about anything. i don’t know if he has RRSPs or investments, how much all his shit is worth. This is honestly starting to feel like a bad idea. Maybe all I’ll ask for is to put shared custody on paper, instead of trying to get half of all the assets? Idk. Maybe I’m just being chicken.

I felt like this before. I didn’t want to do it. But the way it was explained to me, by my therapist, and the lawyer was, Alex and I had a life where our kid was living comfortably (at the lifestyle we gave him, k?) And when we separated, the kids are supposed to be still living that way, without much changing for him. But with Alex keeping his money, and me just getting by (or if I didn’t have my dad, we’d be below poverty), D would soon notice the difference. And as he kept getting older, the question they asked me was, “Who do you think he is going to choose to keep going to, if Disney dad can get him anything he asks for and mom is trying to figure out what to eat for supper?” Like, my dad wouldn’t ever let us starve, but I understood what they meant. Plus, his money was “ours” because me staying home, keeping up with the house, and taking care of the kids let him going out to work and making that money happen. If it wasn’t for me, he couldn’t do that, our pay a substantial amount having had to pay someone else do it. These explanations led me to agreeing to go through with it, and now I feel stuck, because I don’t know anyone to help me with this, and my lawyer would probably charge me the time to sit down with me and do it. So annoying.

Anyways, on a brighter, but still suckier note, I’m 2 and a half weeks from finishing school. I’m stuck with 2 major assignments, that I’m slacking off on, and about 6 assessments starting next week. Then, my practicum on the 21st. Wow. Maybe I’ll just delete all these guys that stress me out. lol. Even stupid guy that I said likes me, but does nothing. I almost made him come here the other night. Before me and thunderbird dude made plans. I told this guy to come over, cuz I was feeling lonely and said fuck it. What did he say? “I’m too stoned right now.” AND A, the guy I spent the weekend with like a month ago, I went and told him I missed him over the weekend, because I did and he made me feel comfortable. HIs basic response was “aweeee”. Hahaha, like wtf.? I swear I’m not ugly, I can hold a conversation, and I honestly feel like if I dated someone, they’d be lucky to have me. Sooooooo? But whatever. I’m over it. Guys suck.

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CEO (Joshua)

— papi, let’s go, cuz i kinda like it —

Smut.

» Despite his soft-spoken image, the CEO of the company you work in has a way of making you hot and bothered.

“Y/N, do you have something you want to say?”

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There was something about your boss that had always intrigued you.

He was generally soft-spoken, did his work diligently and made sure he knew everyone working for him, yet at the same time he seemed so mysterious that you couldn’t help but eye him every now and then. Your interest was further piqued by the sparkle he seemed to have in his eye whenever your gazes met: it was mischievous, as though he knew something you didn’t, and it was only emphasized when his lips formed a small smirk.

You could tell there was more to him than the gentleness he wanted to portray at work, and you found it incredibly attractive when he stood up for himself and determinedly made sure that no one walked over him. The more you thought about him calmly yet sternly tell one of his business partners that he needed better terms for their contract, the more you wanted to hear him say so many other things with such a voice.

What probably got you the most was when he dyed his usually brown hair black and began styling it a little. Somehow the darker hair only made him that much more intriguing and tempting, and you started glancing at him more and more often, as if you didn’t want him badly enough already. The hair added a hint of sexy darkness to him, and it was also clear that he got more confidence with the new color, too.

In all honesty you weren’t sure if you wanted to wreck him or have him wreck you - all you knew was that he looked sinfully handsome and his lips looked so soft and kissable that it was almost torturous to see him at work, where you’d have to keep your composure when all you could think about was him. His lips on your body, his hand between your legs, him whispering to your ear with a low voice, you wrapping your lips around his cock...

His almost cat-like eyes never helped, not with how mischievous they looked, nor did his generally incredibly attractive features. You knew that if he asked for it, you’d be on your knees within seconds.

Taking in a deep breath, you took your binder from your desk and followed some of your colleagues to the conference room you’d be having a meeting in.

Don’t stare at Mr. Hong too much, don’t stare at Mr. Hong too much… You thought in your mind. Having already seen him that day, wearing quite likely the neatest black suit you’d ever seen on him, with his hair styled so that his forehead was showing and all, you knew you’d have a difficult time not staring at him, especially when you were hot and bothered already.

You sat down on a seat you usually tended to take, around the middle of the long table with your back facing the windowed wall that had the hallway on the other side of it.

Joshua was going through his papers on one end of the table, clearly in thought, and the way he licked his lips while doing so had you biting down on your lower lip. His suit was rather fitted and only added to his attractiveness, emphasizing his broad shoulders, which made keeping calm that much more difficult for you.

God, how you wanted to touch him, and for him to touch you.

Sensing your eyes on himself, Joshua moved his eyes from his papers to you and smiled at you when you hurried to look away, focusing on your own papers instead as your cheeks heated up. The smile on his lips turned into a small smirk as he then looked around. “Is everyone here?”

“Jeonghan will be late, but otherwise yes,” one of your colleagues noted, and Joshua chuckled.

“Somehow I’m not surprised,” he said with a shake of his head, and you found yourself getting lost in his facial features again, taking in the way his lips curved as he smiled and the way his eyes disappeared with it, still with a glint in them. “I really need to give him a note about this.”

You started the meeting and went over a fair share of things, everything from how you were doing on the market and presenting new ideas that Joshua then contemplated on, and everything else. It was fairly slow and Joshua talked quite a lot, and with that as your excuse, you were unable to move your eyes away from him.

Noticing your continuous gaze, Joshua chuckled softly and looked at you meaningfully. “Is there something you want to say, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened at the question, and you realized that everyone in the conference room had their eyes locked on you, and you… you were doing your best not to imagine his large hands on your body or his plump lips on yours, or his body pressed flush against yours.

“N-no, sir,” you stammered and forced a polite smile to your face. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” he smiled and shook his head in amusement before continuing with the meeting, while you took a deep breath and seriously contemplated on just sinking under the desk.

After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally ended and everyone left the conference room.

Everyone except Joshua.

“Y/N, can you stay for a while?” he asked while putting his papers back into the binder, after which he turned to look at you expectantly. You had just reached the door, but turned to your boss upon being called.

“Of course,” you said, trying to remain calm, which was difficult when your mind had been clouded by lewd thoughts about your boss for the whole meeting, leaving you horny. You were hardly ever really alone with Joshua, and especially with how dirty your thoughts about him had gotten, it was all the more awkward. “What is it?”

With his lips curling to a mischievous smile, Joshua motioned for you to come closer. “I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit distracted lately. Is everything okay?”

Your eyes widened a little. Either he was just being a considerate boss as always, or then he knew.

“I… I’m okay,” you began, nearly stumbling over your words, and cursed in your mind how tempting his body was when you stood so close to him. “I’ve just had… a lot on my mind, I guess.”

Smiling, Joshua raised his eyebrow. “A lot of me, or am I wrong?”

As he had spoken, he had stepped a bit closer to you, and you found your gaze locked on his lips. Licking your own ones, you hoped you were reading him correctly. You wanted to think the sparkle in his eyes and the smirk on his lips were a sign. “...Maybe a little.”

“The funny thing is,” Joshua began with a whisper, his voice low and husky, and you could hear a small smile as he spoke, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind lately, either.”

Swallowing, you allowed your body to lean against his lightly, and the way his breath hit your skin made you shiver a little. “I know why I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, but do you want to explain yourself a little, Mr. Hong?”

You could feel Joshua’s hand on your waist, pulling you a bit closer to him, and it made you sigh contently. “You’re attractive and sweet, and the way you look at me has… an effect on me.”

“Tell me more,” you whispered, leaning even closer to Joshua, until you were fully pressed against him. The contact sent shivers down your spine, and you felt arousal grow inside of you as he held you more firmly at that, his hand slowly moving to your lower back.

Joshua breathed heavily as he contemplated on what was acceptable to say and what wasn’t. However, when you looked up at him and he saw how dark your eyes were and felt you press yourself better against him, he concluded that more or less everything on his mind would be fine. “I’ve never appreciated suit pants as much as I do when you’re wearing them. The way they hug your ass is phenomenal, and sometimes when you’re leaning against the table in the break room, sipping on your coffee and absentmindedly listening to what the others are saying while looking into my eyes, you look so gorgeous that I just…”

“You just what?” you asked, looking straight into Joshua’s eyes and slowly moving your hand to the buckle of his belt. “Want to bend me over?”

Hissing, Joshua nodded, and you loved the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah. Bend you over and have you moan my name.”

“Well, Mr. Hong…” you whispered devilishly with a small smirk on your lips, any and all shyness more or less gone as your desire for him was taking over, only fueled by his words that only turned you on more. “Now is your chance. What do you think I was thinking about throughout the meeting?”

He swallowed hard as he pulled a bit farther from you and reached for a remote control he had on the desk. With a single press of a button, the blinds in front of the windowed wall and door went on and the door got automatically locked.

You blinked and looked at him in surprise, at which he only smiled while putting the remote away nonchalantly. “You were saying?”

Knowing that no one else would see, you slowly got your hands to the back of his neck and looked up into his eyes, ever so slowly starting to lean closer until your lips met each other’s, and from there on it all only escalated.

Joshua kissed you back with much more vigor than you had dared to imagine, his lips just as soft against yours as you had pictured, and soon you were sitting on the desk with him between your legs. Your heart was beating fast as you kissed him hungrily, trying to get more of him and hardly comprehending that you’d actually get to have sex with him. The office setting only turned you on more: it was unrequited and exciting.

“I’ve been trying to be lowkey,” Joshua mumbled as he leaned down to kiss your neck while starting to unbutton your shirt, and you leaned into his touch with quiet sighs slipping from your lips as you played with his hair and held his shoulder. “Didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but if I had known it was mutual…”

“Don’t even,” you whispered, moving your hands down to unbuckle his belt as well as you could before opening his suit pants and letting them fall down, leaving him in his black boxers. You swallowed at the bulge of his half-hard length and licked your lips as you palmed him lightly, enjoying the quiet, pleased sigh that Joshua let out. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months…”

“You could’ve given me a sign,” he chuckled and pulled back for a moment, looking into your eyes almost challengingly.

Shaking your head, you grinned at him. “You seemed too pure, honestly.”

Joshua snorted at your comment and leaned down again, starting to slide your shirt down your arms while pressing a kiss on the top of your right breast. “I’ll show you pure…”

Taking one of your hands back to his hair, you pulled him up for a passionate kiss while palming him determinedly, all the while he massaged your breasts and played with your nipples. You only stopped when Joshua was starting to grunt against your lips when he was fully hard. Breaking away from the kiss, you licked your lips.

“Wanna see what else I’ve been thinking about?” you asked playfully while slipping your hand into Joshua’s boxers, and with a hard swallow, he nodded. Smirking, you got up from the desk and turned the two of you around, so that he was leaning against it, and with that you got on your knees and dragged his underwear down, revealing his hard cock.

Joshua breathed heavily as he looked at you, taking in just how hungrily you were looking at his length and how tempting your cleavage looked from his position. As you began stroking him, pressing kisses along his shaft every now and then, he cleared his throat. You hummed.

“Touch yourself for me,” he said, his voice soft yet demanding, and it sent chills down your spine. With your mouth still pressed to his length and your tongue sliding on it, you opened your pants and got up on your knees so that you could drag them down your thighs, at which Joshua hummed appreciatively as he saw your panties, perfectly matching with your bra. “Nice choice.”

“I know,” you grinned, returning one of your hands to his length to stroke him while touching yourself with the other, enjoying the light touches as well as touching yourself at places you knew you needed it the most.

Joshua threw his head back in pleasure when you soon wrapped your lips around him, sucking on the tip of his cock before taking all of him into your mouth, or at least as much as you managed.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and there was something about him cursing that turned you on to no end. Slowly sliding your hand from your chest to the waistband of your panties, you didn’t hesitate the least as you got your fingers to your clit, already a bit sensitive and wet with your arousal. You moaned quietly while bobbing your head up and down, at which Joshua hissed as well, petting your head a little and smirking when he saw where your hand was. “Good girl.”

His words only egged you on, and you put everything you had in you into showing him what you had been dreaming about: hollowing your cheeks as you sucked on him, tonguing his slit, kissing the head of his cock and swirling your tongue around the tip… All of it had him squirming a little, bucking into your mouth the slightest bit, and the feeling of having him in your mouth as well as his lewd, appreciative words drove you to the point where you then two fingers inside of yourself. However, you needed more.

“Y/N, enough,” Joshua said raspily, and you let him fall off your lips. He looked at you hungrily, taking note of your puffy lips and hooded eyes, and how clear it was that you both wanted the same thing. “I want to fuck you.”

“Please,” you breathed and got up quickly, your hand now out of your panties, and felt your pants drop all the way down as your legs straightened. Joshua chuckled to himself, and after you had exchanged some sloppy, passionate kisses, during which he caressed your cheek with one hand and held your ass with the other, he leaned to your ear.

“Bend over, baby.”

You did as he told you to, and he already got the two of you a condom from his briefcase, after which he merely leaned against you, allowing his cock to grind between your ass cheeks while he slid your panties down your thighs. He smirked when he felt you quiver a little against him, obviously aroused.

“Do you want me?” Joshua asked with a low voice, knowing your answer full well, and placed his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart before letting them go, reveling in the way they felt as they pressed against his length.

“I want you so bad,” you whimpered, clenching your hands into fists on the desk as you found some delicious pleasure in the way your hard nipples felt as they rubbed against the cool, hard surface, as well as the fact that he was so close to finally giving you what you most wanted and needed. “Please fuck me, Mr. Hong.”

Hearing you call him Mr. Hong, Joshua bucked his hips particularly harshly, some of his pre-cum leaking to your lower back. “You can just call me Joshua.”

With a small smirk, you turned to look at him. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’ll have to face the consequences,” he grinned mischievously and moved his cock down, allowing it to gather your juices from your pussy before simply grinding against it a few times, his shaft rubbing into your lower lips. You mewled as his cock rubbed into your clit, and it all had his hold on your hips tightening. “I never thought you’d look this good while bent over, but gosh…”

While marvelling at the way you looked, Joshua quickly put the condom on himself and aligned himself with your entrance. You whined when he didn’t immediately push in, and gave him the most pleading look you could muster.

“Please, Mr. Hong,” you said with a slight wiggle of your hips, which was all it took for him to bottom out.

You moaned at the feeling, which was so much better than you had imagined, and gasped for air when Joshua began thrusting almost immediately. He grunted as he took a look at how well you were taking his cock, and threw his head back at how good it all felt. You were warm and comfortable around him, hugging his length perfectly, and you loved being filled up with him, too. You, on the other hand, trembled a little, so wet and sensitive that having him move inside of you drove you crazy.

“Harder,” you pleaded, moaning when he did as you asked, and enjoyed the way his skin was slamming into yours. Smirking, you looked at him challengingly. “You were meant to make me moan your name, weren’t you?”

“I was,” Joshua said with a grunt, adding a slight twist to his hips as he fucked you, and you licked your lips as you tried to keep your composure.

“Make me,” you dared him, only to gasp in surprise when he began slamming his hips into yours harder and faster, not caring the least even as the desk moved a little. Whimpering, you felt your legs quiver as he hit your sweet spot relentlessly. “Oh my god.”

“God, you’re tight,” Joshua groaned and leaned down to press a kiss near your left shoulder blade while moving one of his hands underneath you, easily finding your clit, which he then began massaging.

“Joshua,” you moaned, the pleasure of him moving inside of you so well while massaging such a sensitive spot of your body being all too much for you, and tried to keep your breathing even. “I-- I’m going to--”

“Come for me, baby,” Joshua said by your ear, grunting as you released around him, your pussy clamping down around his cock in a steady rhythm, which soon brought him to his orgasm, too.

He fucked you throughout both of your orgasms before finally stopping his hips, letting out a satisfied sigh. Pulling out of you, Joshua leaned against the desk a little and took the condom off, tying it up while grinning.

“I think you deserve a raise,” he joked, laughing heartily when you shot him a glare: the last thing you wanted was getting something like that through sex. “I’m kidding. But I really liked that.”

“Me, too,” you hummed and, when you trusted your legs enough, stood up and pulled your panties up.

“Next time you want me, just let me know, alright?” Joshua said rather than asked with a smile, and stroked your arm slowly as you began buttoning up your shirt that you had put on already.

“Do you mean during or out of office hours?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow, giving him a cheeky smile while he pulled his boxers and pants up, tucking his shirt into the latter ones.

Snorting, Joshua shrugged. “Whenever. My office door will always be open, but we can always also book a hotel room, or you can come over to my place, or… yeah.”

“Fair enough,” you grinned and got up so that you could pull your pants up, too, and buttoned them. “I hope you realize I don’t plan on breaking the dating rule.”

“We don’t have to date, and the rules don’t say anything about physical relationships,” Joshua said, his voice soft yet raspy, which you found awfully attractive.

“Well, in that case,” you hummed and got your arms around his neck, giving him a long, deep kiss before pulling back with a smile. “I think we’ll be doing this again soon. And next time... I want to see you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Joshua noted as you started walking out of the conference room, and once he made sure he was neat enough, too, he opened the blinds and licked his lips.

He loved the way they tasted of you, and watching you walk away with your pants hugging your lower body at all the right places made him smirk to himself.

At first the two of you managed to keep your relationship strictly physical - you discovered each other more and more, finding out different fantasies and kinks that you had, and just generally had some very satisfying sex, each time showing each other a new side of yourselves. Besides that you did also spend time together at work a bit more than usual, although you kept those moments professional

Eventually - four months later, to be exact - however, you both noticed that the feelings you held for each other weren’t only physical, yet you were in too deep to end your meetings.

“So… now what?” you asked, looking into the ceiling of Joshua’s grande apartment, having just had him tell you that he loved you, as well as having told him that you felt the same way.

Joshua hummed in thought before grinning. “I’m the CEO, I’ll make it okay.”

You threw a pillow at him while snorting, and soon you had him half on top of you, kissing you playfully as you both laughed. Whatever the future held for the two of you, you just knew that with him, you’d be alright.

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