#technically hehe

Honestly, you don’t know how you got your boss to agree to this. Every now and then, you’d look over at the basket that sat in the back seat.

Your hands anxiously tapped the wheel as you neared your work, still nervous. Everything felt so … unreal.

As you walked towards the entrance, you fumbled with your ID badge. “It doesn’t want to go,” you joked, but all the guard did was roll his eyes. Then it finally beeped, and you shot him a quick smile as you made your way into the building.

You mumbled encouraging words to yourself, praying he didn’t switch his mind last minute like he so loved to do.

So lost in your mind, you didn’t even notice the blonde that was heading your way—pulling you into a hug

“Uh…Hi,” was all you managed to let out, still lost in thought.

Eve let out a pout as she put her head on your shoulder.

“I’m so done with him,”—que the water works—“He said we were going to hang all weekend, and now he’s saying he’s busy.”

You lightly patted her back, not quite sure how to comfort her.

“It’s okay, Eve. He doesn’t deserve you,” you said, like you had the last 40 times.

She sniffled a bit before perking back up.

“You know what, you’re right.” She pulled you into a hug once again. “I don’t know what I’d do without a best friend like you.”

All you did was nod. In no way were you two even close to being friends. There was only one time you even let her into your house, and it was when she was crying over Lex once again swearing she was going to leave him, once again.

“Y-yeah, of course…” you muttered, your face now buried in her chest.

She finally let go of you before looping her arm through yours and saying,

“So, where are we going?”

You smiled and replied,

“Just taking him out a some lessons.”

She nodded, then her attention fell back onto you, pausing for a moment as if taking you in.

“Wow, you look so hot right now,” she said, her hand tracing the floral design of your dress.

You let out a small laugh.

“Oh, this? It’s nothing,” you brushed her off, as if you hadn’t spent three hours finding the perfect thing to wear. And it was very different from the regular skirts and pantsuits you wore.

It was a simple slip dress with a floral design littered all over and a white cardigan to tie it all together. It was simple, yes, but it clung to your body, showing off your beautiful… assets.

“That guy you’re seeing is so lucky,” she said as she kept walking with you. All you did was nod while she yapped.

“You know… speaking of, you never really talk about him. I want to know evveerrryyythhiinng,” she said, groaning that last part.

“I promise I will,” you said as you approached the door. “Next time we hang out.”

Which would probably not be anytime soon.

“Really!” she said, basically jumping up and down. “You promise?”

You let out a soft smile as you replied,

“Promise.”

She let out a giggle before saying,

“I can’t wait.” Then she fixed her hair and spoke as she was leaving.

“I’m not mad at him anymore… he was probably just frustrated.” She pouted, then turned to you. “See you later, love.” She blew kisses your way.

All you did was smile as you went in.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

The first thing you saw when you walked in wasn’t the man chained to the desk, it was the guard standing beside the door.

“Wow, I still don’t know how you got the boss to agree to this little date you’re about to have.”

All you did was roll your eyes.

“It’s… educational,” you said with a smile, making your way toward the man at the desk. “Plus, it’s none of your business. That’s between me and him.”

You pulled him into your chest, hugging him as you smiled.

“Hi…”

He looked up at you and smiled.

“…Pretty,” was all he said.

You turned your head slightly toward the guard.

“How about you do your job and open the cuffs?”

The guard groaned as he made his way over to the desk, unlocking the restraints.

Once uncuffed, his now-freed arms quickly wrapped around your waist, his hands wandering freely.

The guard scoffed as he returned to the door.

“You’re so done for once the boss finds out about this.”

You rolled your eyes, fingers lightly brushing through the man’s hair. You looked down at him, then back at the guard.

“Which he’ll never know about… because you love me too much to actually tell him yourself,” you said teasingly, shooting him a grin.

He rolled his eyes as he started to open the door.

“You owe me,” he sighed. “Big.”

As the door closed, your hands moved to the man’s face, gently squishing his cheeks.

“Hi…” you whispered before leaning down into a soft kiss.

“So… pretty… today,” he mumbled as you pulled away. “Pretty… always,” he added, eyes still on you.

It made your heart absolutely melt.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your hand slowly falling to his shoulders.

“Are you ready?”

He let out a small grunt.

You shot him a glare.

“Y…es.”

Smiling, you lightly pinched his cheek before standing and guiding him toward the door.

“I have a surprise for you…” you said softly.

As he stood upright, you were — as always — surprised by his height. You were so used to him sitting or resting his head on your chest, but you weren’t complaining.

You gently grabbed his hand and walked toward the door, knocking softly to signal the guard that you were ready.

As you made your way down the hall, you noticed him putting his mask back on. You honestly never liked it, the way it hid his adorable face, but there wasn’t much you could do about it… yet.

As you made it out, you pointed to your car, letting the guard know you’d be driving. As you got closer, the guard let out a small laugh.

“This thing is tiny.”

You smiled, unbothered.

“No… it’s,” you paused, helping him into the small car, “compacted, not tiny.”

The guard scoffed as he climbed into the back seat.

Once inside, you let out a little hum, remembering the surprise you’d brought. You reached into the back and grabbed the neatly folded clothes, handing them to the man beside you.

“Here — your surprise.”

He slowly took off the mask, a soft grin forming on his face.

“T-Thank… you,” he said quietly.

“Wow,” the guard chimed in from the back. “He can speak!?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Daniel—”

But before you could finish, he was already digging into the basket.

“Hey, that’s not for you!”

Now chewing on one of the pastries you made, he shrugged.

“What? You owe me.”

You groaned, starting the car — still nervous about, well… everything.

Your hand kept finding its way to his thigh, lightly squeezing now and then under the excuse of comforting him, when really, it was to calm yourself.

You pulled into a clearing hidden by a wall of trees, the kind of spot most would drive right past. But you’d been here before.

As soon as you parked, you quickly got out and opened the passenger door for him.

He began changing out of his uniform into the clothes you brought — just a simple button-up and jeans, sizes you’d eyeballed and prayed would fit.

You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t wander as he changed.

Once he was done, you helped him button up the shirt, your hands lingering a little too long against his chest.

You went to grab the basket from the back seat, only to be greeted by the guard you honestly forgot was still there.

“So… where we heading?” he asked, stepping out of the car.

You paused.

“We?” you echoed. “I was just planning on me and him…”

He rolled his eyes and threw himself dramatically back into the seat.

You flashed him a smile.

“Can you hand me that blanket you’re sitting on?”

He groaned again and handed it over.

“You better hurry back. I’m not risking my job for you.”

You nodded, then laced your fingers with his, guiding him through the trees until you reached the spot beneath a giant willow overlooking the lake. It was perfect.

You laid the blanket down, and he helped you — quiet, gentle.

Once everything was set, you looked over at him with a big smile. He knelt beside you, and you pulled him closer.

You were always excited for him to try your food, you’d spent all night making a spread that might have been a little too much. But he ate a lot… so better safe than sorry.

You pulled out the sandwiches first, not even sure they tasted good — you’d found the recipe online.

You handed him one, and it looked almost comically small in his large hands. He sniffed it curiously before taking a bite, and his eyes lit up.

It definitely tasted better than the grey paste your boss used to feed him. That stuff may have had vitamins and nutrients, but it looked and tasted like punishment. Your face always twitched whenever you saw him eat it, and you made a quiet promise to never let him go back to that.

Some time passed, and after he’d clearly eaten his fill, he rested his head on your lap as you talked his ears off about every little thing.

“Yeah, and then she was—”

You paused mid-sentence as something clicked in your memory. You leaned over and grabbed the basket, pulling out a small container and placing it on his lap.

He sat up, looking at you, then down at the container — confused. Then back at you.

You gave him a soft smile and popped open the lid.

“Well… read it,” you said, gently. After all, this whole day was supposed to be educational.

He brought the container closer, squinting like he didn’t have more-than-perfect vision. Slowly, he began to read.

“H-Ha… Happy…” he said, pausing between each word. You gave him an encouraging hum, smiling softly.

“Two…” He furrowed his brow at the last word. “An…” He looked back up at you, unsure.

You pointed to the cake inside.

“It’s been two years since I started working with you, aaand…” you cupped his face in your hands, your voice barely above a whisper.

“One year since you stole my heart.”

He let out a soft smile before you pulled him in for a kiss. Things escalated quickly, and before you knew it, he was pinned beneath you, cake smeared across his shirt.

You didn’t even realize it until after you pulled away.

Lifting your hand, you blinked at the frosting coating your fingers — then looked down at him. His entire shirt was a mess.

You let out a pout.

“Aww… I really wanted you to try it.”

He chuckled softly, then took your hand and brought it to his lips, slowly licking the cake from your fingers.

Surprised, you let out a small yelp.

“Sweetie… what are you doing?” you asked, flustered.

He smiled up at you, mouth still sweet.

“Mhm. Good,” he said, savoring the taste of you …and the cake.

You giggled and smeared the rest across his face in retaliation.

Then, biting your lip, you leaned in close and whispered,

“It’d be such a shame to waste it… I spent so much time baking it.”

You leaned down towards him, hands on either side of his head, before pressing your lips against his. Your lips then started gliding down to his chin, where cake was smeared, your tongue brushing across his sharp jaw.

You felt his hands hover over you, and you quickly popped your head up.

“It’s okay…” you huffed, trying to catch your breath. “You can touch me.”

You looked over your shoulder, grabbed one of his hands, and placed it on your waist. “It’s okay…” you murmured before returning to kiss his jaw.

You felt his hands roam around your waist, and you let out a small yelp as you felt strong hands tightening around your hips.

You were enjoying this too much—the closeness, everything. It was worth all the hours your boss yelled at you.

As you made your way down to his neck, leaving soft kisses, you felt his Adam’s apple move as you planted sweet kisses and some love bites along his neck.

With your free hand, you played with the button of his shirt for a moment before sitting up.

Looking down at him now lying between your legs, hands still resting at your waist, you placed both your hands on his cake-covered shirt.

You let out a mischievous smile before softly asking, “Can I take this off?”

He let out a grunt, and you tilted your head towards him, giving him a 'use your words' glare.

He quickly cleared his throat before speaking. “Y-yes.”

You smiled as you began to unbutton his shirt, and once it was off, your hands started to roam over his muscular body. He let out a soft shudder as your hands moved lower.

Then you paused for a moment, looking at him with his eyes closed and his face turned to the side.

You let out a soft chuckle before your hand made its way up his neck to the side of his face, turning him toward you.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, as if it weren’t just the two of you. “I-Is this okay? I can stop if you want.” You worried that you were overwhelming him.

He shook his head, eyes still closed. “It’s…” he let out a soft sigh, “Good?” he asked as if it were a question.

You moved your hands back to his chest, balancing yourself. “Are you sure?” you asked, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his chest.

With his eyes now open, he looked up at you. “It’s okay,” he said slowly, then smiled.

“It’s not too much for you?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head lightly. “It’s… fine,” he said softly, as his hand traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as he brought you in for a kiss.

You smiled softly as his lips pressed gently against yours.

As you settled back onto him, your hands returned to roaming his body, as if you were making a mental note of every small detail.

As you moved lower you paused as your fingers reached the waist of his pants.

You looked back at him and asked, “Is this okay?” You said lightly, fluttering your eyes at him. He nodded, propping himself up on his elbows. Then he cleared his throat and stuttered, “Y-yes.”

You let out a small hum as you began to slowly unbutton his pants, looking back at him ever few seconds or so just to make sure he’s doing okay.

Your eyes slightly widened as you pulled his pants down. You always knew he was going to be big, but you swallowed softly as you got yourself ready.

You lightly pulled your dress up as you hovered over him, you looked at him one more time and asked, “Are you okay?” He nodded again, his eyes closed and turned to the side, looking flustered.

You slightly trembled as you sank into him, “F-fuck!” You groaned as your hands rested on his chest, using it to balance yourself once again.

Once you started to pick up the pace it felt good, it’s been too long since you last did this, you couldn’t stop yourself from moving your hips against his

When you looked down at the man under you he was a whimpering mess.

You slowed down your pace as one of your hands moved to his face, have him face you with his eyes still closed.

“H-hey..” you managed to croak out between moans “…Look at me…”

His eyes fell upon you as you nodded, and you continued, “I…” you huffed. “Want… you to feel g-good.”

He let out a loud groan as you felt him finished inside you.

Your thighs now trembling, you fell onto his chest let out a deep sigh.

His hands began to gently brush through your hair. He let out a soft huff before speaking quietly.

“T-thank… you.”

You lifted yourself from his chest to look at him.

“What? You don’t need to thank me for that,” you said with a soft smile. “I did it because I love you.”

He leaned in, closing the space between you with a kiss.

“I… love you,” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled, then got up and started cleaning him — and the mess you two had made.

When you made your way back to your car, you were met by a guard asleep in the back seat. You knocked softly on the window, and he jumped awake, looking half scared to death.

“You two took forever,” he grumbled, glancing at his watch. “We gotta go before the boss grills my ass.” He paused as his eyes landed on the man standing beside you.

“Jesus… Did you two have a food fight or something?”

You laughed softly as you slid into the car, reaching over to buckle the passenger seatbelt for him.

“Something like that.”

The guard blinked, then made a face.

“Dude. Gross.”

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