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Closing the Bedroom Door
Summary: Getting hired as personal assistant for Joe Jonas is a dream come true. What you never expect is Joe fulfilling some other dreams of yours as well.
Word Count: 3.8k
CW/tags: smut, oral (f&m receiving), p-in-v sex, alcohol, boss/employee relationship
AN: Someone requested CEO Joe and assistant reader but since I donât write AUâs we decided that we could keep the same idea but just regular Joe haha
Title from âToothbrushâ by DNCE
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Ever since you were a kid you had dreams of working in the music industry. Not on stage performing, but you wanted to be behind the scenes in some capacity.
At first you wanted to work for a label, or at a recording studio. You thought it would be so cool to get to see how albums were made.
But even more than that, you wanted to tour. Going on the road, traveling to different states and even different countries was a true dream.
And then you got an offer that felt like your dream was coming true. You were hired as the personal assistant for an up and coming artist. Admittedly you had never heard of him before, and questioned how he even had the funds for a personal assistant but hey, it was a step in the right direction!
Too soon it became clear that this opportunity was too good to be true.
His album release flopped, tickets barely sold, and his tour was cancelled. As a result, you were out of a job.
But you didnât let this bring you down. Because now you had legitimate experience as a PA, even if it did only last a few months. Plus, it was great for networking, and you gained some industry contacts.
Which is how you heard that Joe Jonas was looking for a new assistant.
You had no intention of actually applying for the job. That would be insane. First, he definitely wants someone with more experience than you. Heâs been doing music for twenty years, he works with professionals!
Second, and most important, you have a crush on Joe Jonas. A big, fat, embarrassing celebrity crush.
So no, thereâs no way you could work for him. Not when youâd be constantly worried youâd make a fool of yourself by thirsting over him. But still, you couldnât help yourself, so youâd updated your resume and filled out the application.
But you didnât submit it. Not until a night out with your best friends who convinced you that youâd forever regret not even trying.
Pressing submit had been terrifying. Getting an email to set up an interview had been even worse.
But this is the worst moment of the entire process. Because right now youâre walking in for your first official day as a personal assistant to Joe Jonas.
Youâd already met him during your second interview, but that was only a few minutes and youâd been focused on answering the series of questions that the other team members had been asking you.
Youâve already done the paperwork, and now youâre just waiting for your first instructions.
Thatâs when he walks in. Joe Jonas. Joseph Adam Jonas.
Holy shit.
âHi, Y/N! Itâs nice to see you again,â he says, snapping you out of your reeling thoughts. He puts out a hand and you shake it, only a second later than you should.
âItâs nice to see you too! Iâm looking forward to getting started,â you reply once youâve gotten your bearings.
âGlad to hear it. Listen, weâre going to be together quite a bit so if I ever get too annoying or distracting let me know.â
Itâs honestly the last thing you expected him to say, so you respond with the first thing that comes to mind which is, âI could never find you annoying.â
Smooth. Definitely not giving off âIâm a crazy fan in love with youâ vibes.
Thankfully he just laughs at that, quickly moving on from the potentially awkward moment.
âWell, I hate to dive right into ordering you around but I have a bit of a list of tasks for you,â he says, flipping through some papers in his bag before finding the right one.
You look over everything and after confirming that it all seems pretty straightforward Joe says, âGreat! If you have any questions you can come to me. Or Big Rob. Or Mikey, heâs normally around and might even know more about this stuff than I do.â
And with that youâre off to do your first set of tasks as personal assistant to Joe Jonas.
The start of your time in this job is pretty easy. Youâre given some jobs to do and you accomplish everything efficiently. The first major event of your employment is JonasCon. Youâve never helped with, or even attended an event like this. Youâre flying by the seat of your pants all day to take care of things and make sure Joe is where heâs supposed to be and has everything he needs.
By the end of the day youâre exhausted but satisfied by a job well done.
Despite the early start and long day, everyone still agrees that an afterparty is in order. And because these are Jersey boys celebrating their Jersey roots you all head to the diner thatâs down the street. Itâs technically after hours but someone on the Jonas Brothers team, luckily not you, had reached out to the managers ahead of time to ensure theyâd stay open late and host them. The staff, many of them being fans themselves, were more than happy to accommodate.
The food is great, drinks are flowing, and everyone is more loose than youâve ever seen them. An hour or so into the party you find yourself alone in a booth, needing a second to relax.
That alone time only lasts a moment.
âWhat a day!â Joe exclaims as he crashes in the booth next to you. Heâs not drunk, but steadily making his way there if the strong drink in his hand is anything to go by. âCouldnât have done it without you,â he adds.
You blush at the praise, but reply, âIâm just doing my job.â
âNo. No, you are going above and beyond. Like seriously, you take care of things before I even have to ask. Like you can read my mind or something.â
This time you decide to graciously take the compliment and reply, âWell thank you. It means a lot to know that you notice my hard work.â
âOf course I notice that. I notice everything about you.â
Suddenly everything goes still. All the noise fades away, and your world shrinks down to just the two of you in this booth. Your eyes meet, and despite no words being spoken, thereâs a definite moment of connection.
His eyes flick down, glancing at your lips. He leans in, just a little, and you shift even closer.
At this point a kiss seems inevitable.
And then the bubble bursts.
âYo! Joe!â Mikey shouts as he claps a hand on the other manâs shoulder. You jolt back, your cheeks heating as you realize what almost happened in a room full of people.
Joe gets pulled away, off to settle some silly debate for the boys. You shrink back into the corner of the booth, resting your head on the table.
You donât realize that youâve dozed off until someone gently shakes you awake. Drowsiness clouds your better judgement, which is why you donât fight it when Joe puts an arm around your waist as he leads you to the car.
Exhaustion is also your excuse for why you lean your head against his shoulder during the drive to the city.
When you arrive at your hotel he offers to walk you up to your room, but youâve finally come to your senses.
âIâll be fine. Good night,â is your answer.
âOkay. Good night. Thanks again for everything. No work tomorrow, so get some rest.â
You take his advice, going right to sleep in the plush hotel bed. With no alarm set you sleep past noon, something you havenât done in years. After a shower and a walk in the city to find some lunch, you have a few free hours. Youâre not sure how to fill the rest of your day so you go back to the hotel.
Now alone in your room you reflect on the previous day. You write yourself some notes on things youâd learned during the event.
But then you start thinking about what happened after. The moments shared between you and Joe. Your blood goes cold as you think about how you almost kissed your boss. About how he seemed to want it. About how you literally cuddled up to him and slept on his shoulder.
Youâre properly spiraling, mortified by this realization. How in the world are you going to face him tomorrow? How can you keep working with him when youâve made your attraction to him so obvious? How can you live with the fact that he seemed to want you as well?
For the rest of the night you dwell on this, stewing in a pool of anxiety imagining all of the possible ways the next day would go. Would he fire you? Tell you he was drunk and he didnât mean it? Would he admit his undying love for you?
These were only a few of the scenarios you came up with.
So it was very anticlimactic when everything was totally back to normal the next morning. The near kiss doesnât get mentioned and things go back to normal.
The next few weeks are an absolute whirlwind of planning and travel. For the release of Joeâs solo album he does a series of meet and greet events and small scale concerts. On top of that he has a number of interviews and promo shoots. You travel all over the country, changing location every few days.
Youâre busy, and itâs a lot of hard work, but you love every minute of it. Joe always keeps things light, always jokes around and checks in with everyone. Itâs truly a great atmosphere to work in, frequently feeling like a bunch of friends hanging out together on a big group project.
But sometimes there are quiet moments. Late nights at a studio or practice space. Cross country flights people use to catch up on their sleep. Times when everything slows down and the energy is softer.
Itâs during these times that you feel that connection with Joe again. He loves to talk, and youâre always happy to listen. It starts off with work related topics, but more often than not goes off in all different directions.
You talk about your families, tell stories about your lives, and you even enjoy listening to Joe talk about Pokemon.
Itâs one of these nights when you have a realization. Thereâd been a change in plans so you and Joe are the only two people on a private jet for a red eye from Los Angeles to Newark. Since this trip is to do promo for the Jonas Brothers album, the others arenât needed.
Only you.
Despite having the entire plane to spread out, you both choose to sit facing one another. As always once youâre settled into the big comfy seats, you start talking about the upcoming schedule. After taking care of business, you shift to other topics.
The lights in the cabin are dim, romantic even, and you speak in low voices. The intimate setting leads the two of you to discuss more serious topics than usual. You talk about greatest fears, thoughts on spirituality and the afterlife, even biggest dreams yet to come true.
Thatâs when the realization hits. As you look at this kind, silly, caring man across from you, you know that the infatuation you used to have with the idea of Joe Jonas had now turned into real legitimate feelings.
You no longer have a celebrity crush. Now you know the real him, and it attracts you to him even more.
When you start to nod off in your seat and he gets up to gently tuck a blanket around you, you know that youâve completely fallen for this man.
He hovers above you and then slowly presses a kiss to the top of your head. Not knowing how to react, you feign sleep as he sits back down. A few minutes later you risk a glance, barely peeking an eye open. Heâs texting, but looks over at you every couple of seconds, his expression unbearably soft.
You canât help but start to hope that he feels the same way about you. Getting to be with Joe would be the biggest dream come true.
From that moment on thereâs a new tension between you. Longing looks, glancing touches, nights when you both stay up talking way later than you should.
Itâs a slow build, culminating right before the start of the Greetings From Your Hometown tour. On Friday they do the final run through. It goes perfectly, leaving everyone on a high. Joe is especially happy and excited.
Which probably explains why he steps into his dressing room, sees you sitting and working at the little table, walks over, takes your face in his hands, and plants a kiss right on your lips. When you donât reciprocate right away he pulls back. He starts to apologize but you donât let him.
Instead you lean forward and initiate a kiss of your own. Itâs intense from the first moment, months of pent up energy bursting into this moment.
âWeâre done here for the day. And we get a break tomorrow,â he murmurs against your lips. âI was going to head home. Would you like to join me?â
You should say no. Tell him this is a bad idea.
But of course you reply, âI would love to.â
Immediately you grab your things and head to Joeâs car, somehow making it there without being spotted or stopped by anyone. He drives home with one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting teasingly on your thigh.
He isn't doing anything, not really, and yet heâs driving you absolutely crazy. While he maneuvers city streets and talks about random topics, you canât help but imagine whatâs going to happen when you reach your destination.
And yet, Joe still far exceeds all of your wildest imaginations. Despite him acting so casual on the way to his place, the second the door closes and grants you complete privacy from the outside world, heâs on you.
He has your back pressed up against the hallway wall. Like before, his hands cup your cheeks and he dives in to kiss you fiercely. He deepens it and his tongue slides languidly against yours. As you explore each other's mouths his hands move, fingertips running down your neck then your arms, then back up again like heâs learning you, memorizing your body.
Joe slides a leg between yours, his muscled thigh settling just perfectly against your core causing a needy whine to slip out of you. Itâs music to his ears, and heâs suddenly desperate to find all the ways he can pull more sounds like that from you.
His hands grip your hips and he presses down, encouraging you to grind down on him. You do so, and your mouth goes slack at the pleasurable friction. Joe doesnât mind this and simply switches to press kisses to your neck instead. Heâs happy to learn this spot is sensitive as well, but disappointed that he has to hold back, knowing that leaving any sort of mark would be a bad idea.
You realize that your hands have just been resting on his chest, not participating at all, and go to fix that. You slide them down until you reach the hem of his shirt, then tuck them underneath and press your palms on his stomach, feeling the hard lines of his abs.
It makes you think of another likely hard part of his body. Tentatively, you move your hand down lower until itâs hovering over his cock. You hesitate for a moment before finally pressing down and feeling the hot length blocked just by two layers that youâre now desperate to get rid of.
Joe seems to be on the same page. After a loud moan at the feeling of your hand on him, he pulls back and simply says, âBedroom?â
The second you nod yes his hands move to your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He effortlessly carries you to his bed, and this show of strength has you even more turned on.
Youâre on your back, and Joe hovers above you, initiating a kiss that lasts only a moment. Itâs broken off due to both of your needs to see the other in less clothing. Shirts are gone first, then pants, followed by your bra. At this Joe pauses, no longer rushing, instead taking time to appreciate this part of you heâs never seen before.
He starts just by touching you, but quickly brings his mouth down to lick and suck at this sensitive flesh. Never before have you felt such pleasure from attention to your breasts, but clearly Joe knows what heâs doing.
And yet, you still want more. Need him to do something about the empty feeling that grows more urgent. In a moment of bravery, you reach down, first sliding off your own underwear before doing the same to Joe.
For a second everything stops as you both pause. Itâs clear you both need a moment to devour the other with your eyes.
The moment passes when Joe slides a finger through your slick folds and you cry out with how God it feels to finally have him touch you directly. But you still need more, and apparently so does he. Before you can even ask for anything he moves down, pressing kiss after kiss to your heated skin.
With his head now between your thighs he teases only for a second before diving in like a man starved.
This is a man with experience, one who has the perfect moves to make you finish with just his mouth in only a few minutes. Itâs so good, so fast, that youâre shocked when you feel yourself reach that peak. Thereâs no time to prepare, no way to hold in your moans of ecstasy, and Joe laps it up as he works you through your orgasm.
He comes up and lays next to you as you catch your breath. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and says, âWe can stop here if you want.â Your answer is wordless but clear, just a look that says âare you crazy?â
âDo you want to stop?â You ask him in return.
âWhat do you think?â He retorts as he takes your hand and guides it to wrap around him. Not only is he impossibly hard, but as you swipe your thumb over the sensitive tip you feel the precome thatâs bubbled out.
Youâre overcome with the desire to return the favor heâd just given you, so you press one deep kiss to his lips, followed by a series of kisses down his entire body.
When you reach your goal you don't hesitate, donât start slow. No, you dive right in, sucking him down as far as you can.
He moans loudly, the sounds a mixture of surprise and pleasure that has you feeling a sense of pride. You did that, you made him feel good enough to lose a bit of control. So yea, thatâs something to be proud of.
Joy enjoys this attention for a few minutes before pulling you off of him. You donât get a chance to wonder why he stopped you, because he quickly reaches to the bedside table and grabs a condom. Clearly itâs time for the next step.
After a bit of maneuvering he once again hovers over you, lining himself up and simply resting the tip right at your entrance. Heâs so close to giving you everything you need, everything youâve ever wanted. He doesn't tease you for long, clearly feeling as desperate as you do.
As he slides inside, stretching you out deliciously, you grab on to his back, needing to feel him as close to you as possible. What happens next is simply the best sex of your life. Not only does Joe have wonderful equipment, he also knows exactly how to use it. Heâs attentive, picking up on what you seem to enjoy and making sure to repeat those moves.
He doesnât rush, isnât frantic, but rather slowly builds you both up until you finally crash into your orgasms together, the room filled with sounds of your simultaneous pleasure.
Afterwards he cleans both of you up, then brings snacks and water to the bed. He holds you close and you fall asleep in his arms, staying deep asleep until you wake up for a round of slow morning sex.
The two of you spend the day together, more time in bed than out of it.
But as it draws to a close you know that your time together in this way has come to an end. Thereâs no way this can continue. When you get up at an ungodly early hour Sunday morning and share a few final kisses, an agreement is made that your relationship goes back to just boss and employee.
It lasts two days.
The first time you have sex in a dressing room is after the Bristow show. The first time on the tour bus is in Syracuse. And the first time in a bathroom is in Detroit.
It continues like this, the two of you sneaking around to get some private moments together. At first itâs exciting, but soon starts to weigh down on you. Because truthfully you want more. You donât just want sex.
You want Joe. All of him.
Which is why your pulse races when Joe pulls you aside and says, âWe need to talk.â It gets worse when he follows that with, âI canât keep doing this anymore.â
This is it. The moment when you lose. Either your job, or your relationship, or Joe altogether. You brace yourself for the worst.
Which is why you are stunned when he says, âI want more. No more secrets. No more hiding. I want to take you on dates and hold your hand and have you come to family dinners. I understand if you donât want that considering Iâm your boss. I just want to make my intentions clear.â
Youâre speechless, and so instead of flailing for words you reach out, slipping your hand in his. He looks down and smiles, and you canât resist leaning in for a slow, sweet kiss.
Finally you find your words and say, âI want that too.â
Itâs all he needs to hear. Knowing that youâre on the same page is enough for now. You know itâs not going to be easy, but you donât care, as long as you have each other.
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AN: Thanks for reading! I have a couple of other Joe requests that Iâm combining into another story for him!
SHAWN MENDES via Gucci
Joe Jonas on Jimmy Fallon (11/13/25)



