Stress Relief: Jonah Simms x Reader Pt. 6
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A/N: Hey, everyone! It's been a few months since I've posted anything, and I've been abysmal at being active on here lately. There's just a lot going on in my life right now, as it always is. But, the inspiration for this actually came to me in a dream, so I hope you're not sick of the Jonah love just yet! I am hoping to get back to my other projects, but I know those will prove rather time consuming. So for now, enjoy the little something I came up with! I'll also point out that this diverts from canon a little bit, I'm sure you'll see what I'm talking about ;)
Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, dirty talk, groping, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, inappropriate workplace behavior, fluff, a teensy dash of angst if you squint
Stress Relief
Jonah stares at you from a few aisles over, watching intently as you restock condiments in grocery. He's meant to be stacking cans of beans into a neat pyramid on an end cap, but he's stuck in place while holding pinto and garbanzo in his hands as his eyes drag over your body. You're humming quietly to the muzak that plays incessantly overhead, your feet lightly tapping and head slightly bobbing along to the beat. Said minute movements accentuate the curve of your hips and ass in your perfectly fitted jeans. Blissfully unaware of Jonah's eyes nearly burning into you.
It's been a while since the two of you have had the chance to spend quality time together. Jonah encouraged you to enroll in the spring semester online and finish school, something he's regretted not doing himself. He believes in you, more than aware that you have a bright future, a chance to make something of yourself beyond Cloud 9 Floor Associate/Cashier. And he has no intention of standing your way.
Consequently, you've been too busy between work and classes to have many dates and sleepovers. You've made time for Jonah where you can, caring about him just as much as your responsibilities, if not more. But it's been tough, though he would never truly let on about that. He doesn't want to stress you out, as he's already seen you nearly tearing your hair out trying to keep all your assignments in order. But if he's totally, selfishly honest, it royally sucks that you're no longer able to drop everything and let him fuck you silly at a moment's notice.
Jonah misses being close to you, nearly close enough for his body to melt into yours. He misses holding you, kissing you everywhere his eager lips can reach. He misses your noises, soft and sweet and pleading in his ears. He misses how you taste on his tongue, how you smell after he's thoroughly pleased you. He misses making you come most of all, making you feel like you're the only person that matters in all the world.
"Last I checked, beans aren't condiments, Jonah," Amy says sternly as she walks over to Jonah, after watching him stare at you for a good five minutes.
"Yeah, I know, I was just, uh-" Jonah awkwardly attempts to explain.
"Making moon eyes at your girlfriend?" Amy asks rhetorically, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Jonah gives her an annoyed look, wordlessly resuming his bean-stacking as his gaze leaves hers. He lets out a frustrated sigh, not exactly wanting to delve into his private life with his supervisor at the moment. Mainly because he stupidly started to get an erection at the thought of you, which is thankfully concealed by him facing the end cap. He can't even begin to imagine how to explain it away if Amy were to see it.
"Aw, what's the matter? Are you two fighting over which news outlet has the most corporate bias or something?" Amy jokes, failing to draw a smile from her subordinate. Which is odd, considering her snide yet charming comments almost always amuse him. "Seriously though, what's going on?" She asks more seriously this time, and Jonah finally looks at her again.
"It's nothing, really," he says in a feeble attempt to brush her off. When she stays where she is, he sighs again and spills the non-canned beans. "Alright. If you must know, Amy, Y/N's been really busy with finishing college. So...we haven't...had a lot of time...together, lately," he explains, somewhat sheepishly. He's not sure you'd even want him telling Amy any of this, or anyone else for that matter. Although, Jonah imagines the subject may have been discussed between you and Dina at some point.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Amy says sincerely, fully understanding.
"It's not a big deal. It's just...I miss spending time with her, that's all," Jonah says, coming off more solemn about it than he means to. It's not just about the sex for him, not by a long-shot. He would never think he's 'owed' in any regard, that kind of attitude he's seen other men have sickens him to his core. It's more like he needs you, your company, your presence, your love. And he's practically killing himself over the idea of providing all those same things for you in return.
"Have you told her that? Or are you hoping your feelings will just be beamed into Y/N's head if you stare at her long enough?" Amy asks, clocking Jonah's lack of communication skills. She saw similar issues arise in his relationships with Kelly, Kristen, or really any other woman unlucky enough to catch Jonah's attention. She gets it. He's handsome, smart, funny...cute. Hell, she's even aware that he's a very good kisser. But that ship has sailed, a silly near-death kiss during a tornado does not a romance make. At least, not for her. She wonders now if Jonah ever mentioned that incident to you, given how hiding it pretty much killed his last relationship.
Jonah considers his answer carefully, though he anticipates Amy's disapproval. "I...didn't want to be a bother," he says, almost a mumble.
"Jonah, come on," Amy groans, pitying you at this confession. "Have you really not learned your lesson after Kelly?" She asks, her disappointment ringing clear as day.
"Jesus, Amy, do you really need to bring that up?" He retorts, knowing full well she does. He really should know better, keeping things to himself like this.
"How can you expect Y/N to know how you're feeling, or how to fix it, if you don't tell her?" She asks, plucking the thought right from his own head.
"You're right. I can't," Jonah sighs, accepting defeat.
"It's more than likely she feels it, too, Jonah. I've seen the way she looks at you. We all have," Amy says, reassuring him a little bit. She can see how much Jonah loves you, and how mutual that affection is. And though there's fleeting moments where she finds herself feeling a bit jealous, she just wants you both to be happy. You're sweet, and kind, and deserve the best version of Jonah there can be. And a little push never hurts when it comes from a friend.
"I'll talk to her," Jonah says, feeling a little better about the situation. Talking things out with Amy prevails once again.
"You'd better. I'm not allowing another impromptu yard sale of your personal belongings in the middle of the store if you break her heart," Amy says with a smile, drawing an awkward laugh from Jonah. She walks away a moment after, leaving him to his own devices. All he has to do now is figure out how to broach the subject with you.
He spends the rest of his bean stacking to think it over, until an intriguing idea (instigated by his needy cock) pops into his head. He knows exactly how to show you he misses you, in a way that'll prove exciting for the both of you. He breaks down the boxes that once stored the now-stacked cans, setting them on the cart beside him. He leaves it there for now, looking around to see if the coast is clear before approaching you. No sign of Amy or Dina, or any coworkers who may accost him on the way.
Jonah walks along the aisles, his heart racing a little as he gets closer to you. You're looking unbearably beautiful today, with your tight jeans and cute top, your hair done up nicely and light makeup on your pretty face. He walks right up behind you, letting you just barely sense his presence as he leans over to speak in your ear. A dirty message just for you, when you least expect it.
"Just thought I'd let you know, your ass looks great in those jeans today," Jonah says, his breath fanning hotly against your neck. His words instantly send a thrill up your spine, as well as the neediness you pick up in his tone.
You're surprised he's being so bold at work, but it's more than welcome. You've missed this, missed him. You've been so busy with school that there's little time for this kind of spontaneity. But just as his body heat starts to settle in against your back, you feel the cold loss of him walking away seconds after. You have to force your knees to unbuckle in order to turn and see him going back to his cart a few aisles over. He smiles at you, playing innocent as he heads off to his next assignment. You chuckle to yourself, fully intending to pay him back for the wet spot that's formed in your panties.
You finish stocking the relish and ketchup, neglecting to report back to Amy for your next task until you figure out where Jonah's working now. You act natural as you explore the store, avoiding making eye contact with anyone wearing matching blue vests or polo shirts. You eventually find him in electronics, marking down some bargain DVDs. He always looks so cute with a price gun in his hand, clicking away little stickers with casual ease.
You follow his lead, approaching him from behind while he's none-the-wiser. You try to decide what you're actually planning to do once you reach him, playing around with a couple ideas. You're a few feet away when you make up your mind, he can stick to words, while you choose actions. You carefully step up to him, bringing your hands around to seductively run down along his chest. Jonah stiffens at your touch, in more ways than one. He lets out a soft sigh, the price gun going slack in his hand as you feel him up.
"Y/N," he murmurs, not wanting you to stop. But the length of his torso only goes so far, and this is meant to be an exercise in stealth as well as seduction. Your hands leave him the second you meet his stomach, with you pulling away and scurrying off to find a new task to distract your racing mind afterwards. Jonah holds back a pathetic whimper at the loss of you, having to set the price gun down and lean against the shelf in front of him.
"Fuck." He lets his head fall back a moment, replaying how soft and sensual your hands felt through his shirt. His cock aches at the thought, and he's very grateful that the store is rather slow today and no one has been assigned to work with him at the moment. This will certainly prove to be an interesting shift.
Jonah finds you again after he's done pricing DVDs, but his plan to sneak up on you again appears to be dashed when he sees you talking to Dina in furniture. He stops in his tracks, pretending to straighten up some scented candles nearby, taking a moment to assess the risk of going over to you anyway. It's not like Dina would hear what he's going to say, and the idea of getting you all flustered in front of someone else sounds too good to pass up. He mentally says 'fuck it', striding right over to you like a man on a mission.
Dina doesn't take notice of him, too engrossed in speaking with you about your classes. That's good, it gives Jonah a chance to execute his plan. He only hopes your conversation is distracting enough for him to catch you off guard. His heart pounds harder than the first time, his mind racing as he chooses his words carefully. Before he realizes it, he's nearly pressed up against you. He knows he only has seconds before Dina gets wise and berates him for invading your space. It's now or never.
Jonah leans in, closer than before, and initiates round two of this erotic game. "I wish Dina wasn't here, so I could have your gorgeous tits in my face," he whispers, making you freeze up while a deep blush settles in your cheeks. He's gone as soon as he came, off to another part of the store for you to find him.
"What the hell was that about?" Dina asks suspiciously, eyeing your reddened face.
"It's nothing," you play it off, not wanting to spoil your game by telling anyone about it. You clear your throat, resuming your arrangements of fake flowers on the display tables.
"Didn't seem like nothing," Dina retorts, stepping closer to you with clipboard in hand. "If Jonah's harassing you, you know you can tell me, right?" She says seriously.
You let out a breezy laugh. "Jonah is not harassing me, Dina. We're just...having a little fun," you say slyly as your blush deepens.
"Oh, I see. Telling each other secrets, huh? Can I join in?" Dina asks enthusiastically, completely misreading what you meant. You suppose you should know better than to be indirect with her, as these misunderstandings happen quite often.
"No, no, it's not like that. It's just a game, for the two of us. It's...foreplay," you explain, feeling somewhat embarrassed now that the truth is out.
"Oh. I see. Well, in that case, as your supervisor I must tell you this behavior is inappropriate for the workplace and ask you to stop," she says matter-of-factly. You're about to tell her you understand and that you'll knock it off, when her serious expression melts into a cheeky grin. "But as your friend, I say 'go for it'. I know things have been rough for you lately, and you deserve a little fun," she says kindly.
"I appreciate that, Dina," you reply, setting the last floral arrangement on a cheap particle board end table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go feel up my boyfriend," you say as you set off on your quest.
You predictably find Jonah hanging around customer service with Garrett. He's upped the ante, daring you to act publicly, impulsively. If you weren't rather stubborn, you'd let this opportunity go and wait for him to end up somewhere a little more discreet. But the heat between your legs begs you to see this through. You make your way over, though of course, Garrett sees you coming a mile away. Your heart stops, stilling you in your tracks. You gesture at him to not alert Jonah to your presence, and he reluctantly nods in agreement. Jonah's busy droning on about something or other, and whatever you're up to seems a million times more interesting than whatever Garrett is tuning out.
You keep advancing, adrenaline building inside you as you inch closer and closer behind Jonah. As you finally reach him, you maneuver yourself around to plant a hot, wet kiss to his neck. You catch a whiff of his cologne, your knees buckling again at the scent. You've missed the smell of him filling your nose, and the feel of his skin against your own. You almost fall too far forward as you linger on his throat for a second or two, with Garrett staring wide-eyed at you.
Jonah, on the other hand, has gone completely rigid, his jabbering cut off the instant he feels your supple lips on his neck. It takes everything in him not to moan aloud in front of Garrett, though his cock stiffens in his jeans to compensate. He would love nothing more than to turn right around, sweep you off your feet, and fuck you right on the customer service counter for everyone to see. It would certainly make the workday a lot more exciting. Once again, you pull away and run off before he's ready. He can't swallow his pathetic whimper this time, the sound making your thighs clench as you make your escape.
"Damn, dude! I saw her comin', but I did not expect her to do that," Garrett says once you're out of earshot, utterly impressed, albeit a little grossed out. "You guys up to some freaky shit?" He asks the still-stunned Jonah who is currently thinking about cold showers in a very intense manner.
"You could say that," Jonah replies, his voice strained as his dick refuses to go limp. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up. Even though he started it.
"Yeah, I noticed Y/N hasn't been around the apartment in a while. Wasn't even sure you two were still a thing," Garrett says, finding the pained expression on his friend's face rather disturbing.
"Yeah- Yeah, she's taking online classes and I've been wanting to let her focus on that," Jonah says, finally feeling the tension begin to dissipate from his crotch. He clears his throat, his head still dizzy with lust.
"So you've been playing this little game to make up for lost time?" Garrett asks, surprisingly intrigued. As off-putting as the circumstances are, watching you boldly kiss Jonah like that in the middle of the store was objectively pretty damn hot. So much so that he may have to go find Dina later on.
"Yeah, it was my idea, actually," Jonah says slyly, a little too proud of himself.
"I don't need all the details, man. You do you," Garrett replies dismissively in an effort to kill any more diatribes. "Better go find her, buddy. It's your turn," he says, a not-so-subtle hint to get some alone time before the next unhappy customer comes around to bother him.
"Indeed it is," Jonah says, not sparing a moment as he walks away. He wonders where he'll find you next, already formulating the filthy words he'll whisper in your ear this time.
The rest of your shift is spent in the world's steamiest game of cat and mouse. Jonah finds you in sporting goods, telling you how desperately he wants you to sit on his face and ride until you soak him in cum. In response, you hunt him down to clothing and roughly run your fingers through his hair, which always gets him weak in the knees. His next move is executed in hardware, his breath fanning heavier against you as he recounts his cock being held firmly in his fist last night at the thought of you. This earns him a firm grab of his ass in your hand while he's helping a customer in the garden center.
Finally, Jonah locates you in pharmacy, his tone deep and breathless as he tells you he'd gladly die tomorrow if he got the chance to fuck your brains out first. To truly seal the deal, though, you sneak up on Jonah in the break room while he's refilling his coffee, boldly reaching around to grope his crotch when anybody could walk in. He moans aloud for the first time since this whole thing started, narrowly avoiding spilling hot coffee on his hand. It splashes onto the floor instead, but neither of you really care about the mess.
"Fuck, Y/N," Jonah groans, deciding he's had more than enough of the teasing. He hastily sets his cup and the coffee pot down, turning around to face you. His lips are on yours before you can respond, his hands gripping your waist to pull you in closer. You immediately melt against him as his erection presses into your thigh. He backs you into a table, chairs squeaking across the floor in the commotion.
"Jonah," you whine between kisses, wanting him so badly, right here and now. You try to reach for the buttons on his shirt, but he stops you. He pulls away briefly, forehead resting against yours as he stares deep into your eyes with carnal lust.
"Warehouse. Five minutes," Jonah huffs, pressing one last hungry kiss to your lips before leaving you as the footsteps of your boss approach the break room.
"Okay," you nod after him, leaning against the table to steady yourself. You're absolutely soaked beneath your jeans, and your body is practically vibrating with excitement.
"Everything okay, Y/N? You look a little flushed. Do you need to go home?" Glenn asks as he walks in and finds you looking slightly disheveled and unbalanced.
"I'm alright, Glenn. Just...allergies," you blurt out the bullshit excuse, walking away before he can ask any more questions. He gives you an odd look, following you out with his eyes before shrugging it off and going to the fridge to pour himself some juice. He slips on the puddle of spilled coffee, just barely missing hitting his head on the edge of the counter. He catches himself with his hands, muttering toned-down curses as he stands up.
You make you way to the warehouse, ignoring customers asking for help, your mind too dead set on its current desired destination. You'll gladly accept a write-up later if that's what it takes for you to get to Jonah right now. You push through the double doors, looking around to find not a single soul among the shelves. The warehouse guys typically head off around the late afternoon, unless there's unusually large orders to unload.
"Jonah," you call out to him quietly, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from the aisles just outside the doors. You traverse further into the warehouse, watching and listening closely for any sign of him.
"Hey," Jonah says from directly behind you, his voice low and seductive. His breath is hot and heavy against your neck, his lips mere millimeters away from your skin. "C'mere." He takes you by the hand and drags you deeper into the shelves stacked high with boxes of frying pan sets and steam cleaners. He turns you around, pressing you up against the sheet metal wall and kissing you hungrily. You keep up with his ravenous mouth, moaning softly as he prods his tongue past your lips. Your hands slip into his hair, keeping him close.
"Been thinking about this all day," you say breathlessly as Jonah's lips move to your neck. He nips at your throat, unafraid of marking you up at work. You moan softly as his teeth gently nibble at you, reaching for his belt to get it open.
Jonah picks up on what you're doing, his own hands working on your jeans while he continues giving you tender hickies. He gets your pants open in seconds flat, slipping a hand inside your underwear. His eager fingers immediately find your clit, rubbing quick, short circles on the sensitive bud. You're already soaking wet, your arousal spreading over his fingers and across his palm. He groans against you as your juices slick over him, wanting very much to shove his fingers in his mouth to taste you. But you don't have much time back here, someone is bound to come around looking for some backstock or even indulge in some sexual activity of their own.
"Fuck, Jonah," you whimper as he expertly works you up inside your jeans. You finally get his damned belt open, which you've been fumbling with for only a few seconds, though it feels like eternity. You yank his zipper open, and shove his pants and boxers down to his thighs. You take Jonah's cock in your hand, stroking him fervently, precum messily dripping over your knuckles as you do so.
"Y/N," Jonah groans, his eyes rolling back as you pump him in your hand. He slips his fingers inside your cunt in response, curling them just so to hit your g-spot.
"God- fuck," you gasp, drawing Jonah's eyes to you. Lust burns in his dilated pupils, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips. You stare each other down, your hands working in perfect sync. Soft moans escape you both, enjoying the moment, though your impatience grows by the second.
Jonah can't wait anymore, taking matters into his own hands. He removes his fingers from your pussy, shoving your jeans down your legs, his brain bypassing the fact that he still has to find a way to get his cock into you. "Uh," he sighs, pausing to figure out what to do.
"Here, I'll just- um," you say frantically, kicking off one of your shoes and tugging your pants and underwear off one singular leg. "So, that should be...uh, yeah-" you try and fail to explain your train of thought, but Jonah honestly couldn't give a shit.
"Sh- just shut up, stop talking, I just really need to fuck you right now," Jonah says in desperation, his breath shaky. He's about kiss you again and get things moving, when he pauses. "Is that...alright?" He asks, realizing he came off a little pushy. He just can't seem to help himself, he needs to be inside you so badly. He gazes deep into your eyes, waiting for you to give him permission.
"Yeah, yes, please," you reply, more than okay with foregoing words and relying on pure animal instinct. With that, Jonah hoists you up to put your legs around his waist, holding his cock steady to position it toward your cunt. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to hang on, peeking between your bodies to watch his sticky tip brush against your clit before prodding your entrance. He glides in nice and slow, low moans exchanged between you as he gradually fills you up.
Jonah doesn't waste any time, unable to resist the urge to absolutely rail you once he's fully seated inside you. His hips start to thrust, almost having a mind of their own. The sudden pounding of your cunt yanks a loud moan from your lungs, your nails digging into the back of Jonah's shirt as he fucks you hard and fast. You have no reason to protest, this is exactly what you need after a very dry spell these last few weeks. He's been so kind and patient, insisting you focus on finishing school. But despite your dedication to your studies, this is what you desire most. To be with Jonah, to love him.
"God, I've missed this, missed you," he pants, pumping his cock inside you with all his might.
"Missed you, too," you murmur back, trying to keep the noise down as your g-spot is rammed again and again. You've already been built up so intensely over the course of the day, it won't take long to push you over the edge. And you suspect the same is true for Jonah, given how he's pounding you into the wall like his life depends on it. But the time for pacing yourselves will come at a later date. Right now, all you need is each other, in this moment.
Jonah keeps up his punishing pace, his sweating hands gripping your thighs firmly as he fucks you senseless. His groans and grunts punctuate every thrust, his head fallen against your neck to be that much closer to you. His breath is sticky against your skin, adding fuel to the scorching heat building between you.
You're holding onto Jonah for dear life, eyes screwed shut as a familiar knot of pleasure grows closer and closer to snapping. It's becoming increasingly difficult to stay quiet, as the way his cock slams into your cunt is too fucking good to ignore. He knows all the little places inside you that make you squeal, and how to exploit them. Though he doesn't say a word, you can sense his desire to hear your pleasurable noises. The threat of being caught means very little to either of you now. You're far from the first people to fuck inside the store, and you certainly won't be the last.
Jonah's hips falter, signaling to you that he's getting close. You're right there with him, digging your fingers deeper into his back to encourage him to keep going. He latches his lips onto your throat again in response, thrusting with every ounce of strength he has. Your moans get louder and higher in pitch, the sensation of your oncoming orgasm simmering beneath your skin. You'd probably be spouting off swears or cries of Jonah's name if you had the capacity to think straight. It's probably for the best that you don't, for the sake of keeping this explicit rendezvous concealed from your nosy coworkers.
Jonah comes first, letting out a long groan against your throat is his hips stutter, his sticky load messily spilling into you. You let out a desperate whine, gripping him even harder so he doesn't stop before you get yours. He keeps going, pounding your sweet-spot viciously to bring you down with him. You're panting heavily, focusing so hard on the sensation building and building, needing so badly for it all to come crashing down.
"C'mon, Y/N. Come for me," Jonah gently murmurs in your ear, and it's all you need to lose control entirely. You gasp as your high takes hold, an earth-shattering moan following just a moment after. Your body trembles in Jonah's arms as bliss cascades through your entire being with a blinding heat. He holds you steady, though his knees threaten to buckle as your pussy throbs around his spent cock. He works you through it, still thrusting until you eventually go still in his grasp.
"Fuck, I needed that," you pant, completely spent and suddenly unsure how you're going to stand on your own two feet.
"So did I," Jonah says with a smile, kissing you lovingly.
"I'm sorry I've been so busy," you say once you pull away.
"Don't be, I'm the one that pushed you to focus on college, Y/N. Your future is important," he replies, cupping your cheek.
"You're important, too, Jonah," you say softly, giving him another kiss. It's deeper, longer, more passionate than the last. Your tongues dance wildly together as you steal one another's breath away. When you pull back, you find yourself gazing deep into his gorgeous brown eyes, finally ready to ask him what you've been thinking about for weeks.
"Do you want to move in with me?" You ask, your confidence faltering as you're unsure how he'll react. He's been honest with you about his past relationships falling apart due to his fear of commitment and poor communication. As a result, you've tried to take things relatively slow, and make next steps when the time feels right. And it does, all you're waiting for is for Jonah to say it's the right time for him, too.
"I'd love that, Y/N," Jonah says, sincerely and without hesitation. If he wasn't essentially a glorified guest in Garrett's apartment, he would've asked you to move in weeks ago. He's struggled in the past with knowing what he wants, and who he wants. But with you in his life, the answers to those questions are so ridiculously easy to see. He wants you, above all else. To be with you, to live with you, to build a life with you. One step at a time.
"Really?" You say in disbelief, though an ecstatic smile spreads across your lips just the same.
"Yes! Really!" He exclaims, kissing you again to prove it. He rests his forehead against yours, the two of you giggling like idiots in love.
"God, I can't wait to live with you," you say giddily, biting your lip.
"Neither can I, I'll have to steal some boxes from back here to pack up my stuff," he replies, unable to resist kissing you again. He's overjoyed at the prospect of moving forward with you, eager to shove all his shit into boxes as soon as humanly possible. "Gotta warn you, though, I'm not easy to live with," he admits, still grinning.
"Oh, I know. Garrett gives me an earful every time I come over and you're busy in the shower," you reply with a giggle, drawing a laugh from Jonah as well.
"I'm sure he does," he says softly, pressing a few more loving pecks to your lips to delay the inevitable. His arms have grown tired from holding you up, and surely your legs are going numb as they're still spread wide with him sheathed inside you.
You wince as Jonah pulls back to remove his soft cock from your cunt, your mixed release oozing from the bullied hole. If there was time, he'd kneel before you to lick it all up. But it won't be long before someone comes looking for you both, probably to close up shop for the night. He sets you on your own two feet, helping to keep you steady as you put your pants and shoe back on. Jonah puts his dick away after, zipping up his jeans and fastening his belt.
Jonah takes you by the hand, leading you out of the warehouse. You help your coworkers clean up and shut down the store for the evening, smiling brighter than the sun the whole way. Once all is said and done, lockers have been emptied and employees have clocked out, you head outside to the parking lot. You follow Jonah to his car, slipping inside while he loads up some boxes in the trunk. He gets in the driver's side, and takes you both to your newly-shared home.
The end.
