Ok this is kind of different from the things I usually post but I’m bored out of my mind forcing myself to take a break from drawing and also curious so! Make an assumption about me based off these characters I relate to and if you want you can reblog with the characters you relate to and let me & other ppl make an assumption about you based on that! :D
(I was at least like this last one as a kid lol)
I guess this is a tag game?? But I’m saying open tags cuz this isn’t the usual kinda stuff I post so I don’t wanna bother my moots 😭💔
summary: You have a hard time coming to terms that the cute coworker that you’ve been bottling your feelings for is actually into you.
notes: this is my first time writing on here and Jonah was living rent free in my head.
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“Is that a Cloud 9 employee tampering with the merchandise?” Jonah sarcastically jokes from around the corner. Startled, you quickly pull back the bottle and in the process feel a bit of lotion on the tip of your nose. Guilt stricken, you sheepishly look up and lock onto an already smiling Jonah. His infectious smile and attractive smiling lines put you at ease. “I was—uh just smelling it,” You blurt out as you screw the cap close trying to act casual. “How can I sell the product if I don’t know what Vanilla Cashmere smells like.” You scoff as you know Jonah wouldn’t report it, he was just poking fun at you.
Jonah listens to your excuse and watched his lips pursed like he was holding back his smile. “Totally! That makes total sense.” He perched his arm on the shelf to leans closer and with a finger swiftly wipes the lotion you completely forgot was on your nose. Slightly taken aback from the close distance and sudden touch, you jerk yourself back to create distance. Jonah lets out a low chuckle as he finds your reaction amusing before bringing his finger to smell the lotion. Without breaking eye contact, his eyebrows furrow together to pretend to be in deep concentration on the smell. Closing his eyes briefly before peeking through one eye to make sure he is still holding your attention, he cleared his throat to reveal his review. In anticipation, you raise your eyebrows slightly, giggling at his goofiness. “Y’know, it's very vanilla. There’s something there that I have to say is on the tip of my tongue,” he jokingly states while inching closer to you.
He shortens the distance between each other and breathes out a sigh as he locks eyes with you. “Oh it’s cashmere,” he said in a low voice. This was a Jonah you haven’t seen up close before. In the short three months that you’ve been working at Cloud 9, you have caught glimpses of his handsome features. Dark brown hair, the shadow of a beard, smile lines, and soft puppy green eyes. And here he was in front of you and felt drawn to him in a way that you can hear the thumping of heart in your ears.
You bite your bottom lip and feel your cheeks heat up as your gazes locked and something felt different.
“You are so cute,” Jonah comments and you turn your chin to look away when you feel his hands reach out to you to pull you in for a kiss. Mouths meeting in the middle in a crush of lips, you let out a soft grunt in surprise. As a reflex you clench your hands and feel his thumbs caress your cheek to remind you to let go and be in this moment with him. For a split second, you can feel yourself wanting to stay in this heat and closeness but you open your eyes. You pull yourself away from him and push onto his chest. “Y/N?” You hear him try to gauge where you mentally are as your panicked eyes quickly look at his confused face and the aisles around both of you.
“I’m sorry, Jonah.” You shake your head as you let your gaze fall to the floor fidgeting with your vest. Jonah is quick to repeat your name and try to reach out to touch you which makes things worse. You take another step back. “I am just sorry,” you awkwardly apologize as you can feel your cheeks burning up. You bump with the inventory on the shelves and hear a loud thud around you as you turn around to leave. You can’t stand yourself and the embarrassment you have caused. You have to get out of here and out of his sight. You don’t even turn back to look at him and just rush to the employee bathroom.
As soon as you close the stall door behind you, you immediately breakdown. Panic short breathing starts to flow out of you with oversimulated tears. No control over the state of your body and with the freedom of an empty bathroom allows you to just let it out. That was until the guilt of your overreaction came crawling and made you want to crawl out of your skin to find refuge in a dark hole somewhere. You’ve only ever confessed to your childhood friends the truth that is your lack of experience in romance. Which includes that you’ve never been kissed.
In all your 20s, you’ve gone longer than social expectations to be intimate with someone. People have reciprocated some sort of attraction towards you over the years, but you have always found a way to rationalize it and push your feelings and desire down. You aren’t worthy enough to hold someone’s attention in that way.
That doesn’t equate to the fact that you don’t feel anything, especially when it comes to Jonah. He has been such a good co-worker that you genuinely feel is a friend. His positive outlook was refreshing and when you needed a pick me up throughout a shift, it was essential. In addition to that, the casual picking at each other’s brain and debates that came from it was fun banter between tasks. It was all in good spirits to make the time pass by at work. However, you are not blind. His bright smile paired with his kind heart woke something in you that had you aching for more than just filler conversation and instead for a deeper connection. Yet, you wouldn’t dare to initiate something. You thought he wouldn’t either because he was just being nice to his co-worker.
You feel the thumping in your ears slowly subside and the numbing in your fingers thaw out to reach to your lips. The same lips that touched Jonah. You broke into a small smile and that same guilt from earlier that never escaped comes creeping up again because how are you expected to move forward from this? Pretending that nothing happened or just confessing the truth and perhaps getting away with not being emotionally available.
Work is just work and you should not mix your feelings into it. Then you hear your friend’s advice from your monthly dinner catch ups when you filled them in on your school girl crush on Jonah. “Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear,” you mumbled to yourself. So, you straighten yourself out and step out of the bathroom to finish the next hour before ending your shift. Allowing yourself to use the time to think about your next steps and avoid any contact with Jonah in the meantime.
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“We’ll still be able to make it to Trivia Night!” Cheyenne excitedly chimed to Mateo, who was putting on their coats and collecting their items a few lockers down from you.
Mateo noticed something in your demeanor was off but wasn’t extremely close enough to you to pry. Instead, he loudly asked Cheyenne, “Maybe Y/N would be up to joining us tonight?” He cheekily darted his eyes at Cheyenne, who followed his eyes to see you rushing to put your container of lunch away in your purse. Silently questioning Mateo’s motives, she goes over to you and extends the invitation. Your first instinct was to politely turn it down, but a distraction was needed, and some alcohol didn’t sound bad.
Cheyenne grabbed your phone to save her number in order to send you the address. As you wait for her, Jonah comes walking through the door. Without saying a word, he lowers his gaze to not look at you, he heads to his locker. The guilt of earlier forms bubbles in your stomach and makes you want to just blurt out the truth. But you weren’t alone and didn’t want to air it all out in front of your other co-workers.
“Okay!” Cheyenne excitedly squeaked out as she handed your phone back. “See you there at 10, which is like 30 minutes,” She adds, before waving an enthusiastic goodbye and joining Mateo at the entryway to leave. You muster a small smile and say goodbye.
Now, that leaves you alone with Jonah. You slowly turn around to see him closing shut his locker and ready to rush through the door. You were ready to tell him. He deserved to know. All this time, he’s been kind and respectful with you. He deserves to know, and as you watch him pass you by, you couldn’t even open your mouth to form the words to speak. So there he went, out the door.
You hurriedly chase after him and finally shout his name. He was in his car with his hand already on the door handle when he broke his silence. “Y/N,” he loudly called out to you an inflicting tone. “You know I would never,” he turned to look at you with pain in his eyes and looked around to see if there were other people close by before continuing to speak. “I thought you liked me and I would have never kissed you and have it be read as me forcing myself onto you.” You shut your eyes and relive the moment you push him off.
“Yes,” you cry out and realize the context. “I mean no….no, of course, I know that! Of course, I know that,” you let out the last part softly and reach out to touch his arm. His gaze follows your hand and Jonah pulls a step back. Furrowing his brows in reaction, you realize that you did hurt him. “It was a lot for me,” you add before blurting out softly, “That was just my first kiss.”
Your confession of the truth was out there. The silence of his reaction had you feeling bold enough to reach out to him. To your surprise, he holds it with his.
“I’ve never been kissed before, and I uh—I know it sounds dumb but I uh…I’m afraid of being bad at it.” Speaking out loud about your irrational thoughts felt like a weight coming off your shoulders. Although, your fingers slowly began to vibrate with a slight panic you said it aloud.
“I don’t have practice or prior experience despite my age—“ you were ready to just vomit the self deprecating reality that you find yourself to make light of it all when he interrupts you. “Stop it. You are fine,” he reassures you as he pulls onto your hand and lets you touch his cheek. Jonah leans into your warmth. He sees your vulnerability and notices how hard it must’ve been for you to open that door for him and he more than ready to enter.
His green eyes kindly meet yours, and he turned his head slightly to kiss your hand. “I’ve always liked you,” he confesses. “I also don’t mind taking things slow.” Jonah lightly admits as he shrugs and reliefs the slight worry you might still have. Chewing his lower lip, he boldly asks, “I would just like a redo or another chance to kiss you again?” Your lips twitched with excitement as you move your gaze to his lips before looking back at him.
“I would like that very much.” You are now the one leaning first to meet him and feel those same two hands up your face. He tasted tentatively with his tongue as he traced your bottom lips. You let out a soft repressed moan as you feel his thumb once again caress your cheek to remind you to relax. In the cold chilly autumn air, both of your breaths mingled together. Jonah slowly pulled back and the left side of his faint red lips turned upwards, creating a small smirk. Both of you study each other’s faces in the comforting silence. A whole new perspective for both of you.
“Do you maybe want to go to Trivia with me?” You were the first to break the silence and a low chuckle leaves from him. This new feeling that you don’t care to label it feels so nice, you think to yourself.
“Oh—I’m so down!” He puts a jokingly serious face before placing a kiss on your cheek and gets you out of your train of thought as he intertwines his fingers into yours.
Jonah Simms from Superstore going against the model minority myth of Jewish people by being a business school drop out and lying to his parents about being in medical school while actually being retail worker at a store.
Warning: Mature themes/language. Age gap. Sexual content.
Part Six
Part Seven: Clarity
Jonah’s jaw dropped.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Not wasting any time, he frantically pressed play on the video. He nearly gasped out loud when he saw the video of her hand slipping beneath her panties, fingers slowly starting to circle her clit. It was so dirty, so deliciously unlike anything he would normally allow himself. She’d succeeded in getting what she wanted. He was completely lost to his own desires, whatever those were.
Jonah: If I ask really, really nicely will you take them off
Riana: You want them off?
Jonah: I mean. Not that they’re not cute. Because they are
Jonah: Really really cute
Jonah: …But yeah
Riana: Ok
Riana: You wanna see my pussy?
Jonah nearly had a heart attack. He still couldn’t get over the fact that he was talking to a girl so clearly ahead of him. He was usually masterful when it came to flirting, but right now, he was a mess.
Jonah: Can I?
A moment passed before he got another text. His heart was racing. He opened the conversation, nearly yelling out loud.
“Oh my God,” he breathed.
She had sent a photo angled down as she laid on her back, legs spread open obscenely as her bare feet dangled in the air. It was insanely provocative, pornographic even. He was painfully hard. Jonah felt completely undeserving, panicking over nothing.
Jonah: Oh my God
He couldn’t lie.
Jonah: I’m so fucking hard for you
Riana: Yeah?
Jonah: Yeah
Jonah: I’m gonna have to take care of it
Jonah: But I know nothing’s gonna feel as good as you
It was a risky text, but that ship had sailed. Then he got another text, even riskier.
Riana: Can I see?
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself.
He was conflicted. Should this really be going this far already? He didn’t get much time to think before she played her cards right.
Riana: Please?
“Fuck,” Jonah sighed, already sliding his pants and briefs down.
She had him right where she wanted him. Having given into the whole indulgent situation, Jonah decided to send something provocative and creative, recording a video, camera angled downward as he perfectly captured his hard dick springing out of the briefs. He added a cheeky response.
Jonah: Look what you did
Knowing exactly the effect she was having, Riana used it against him, this time electing for another simple selfie, of her smiling sweetly as she looked up at the camera. The genuine dirtiness of the idea sent Jonah spiraling.
Jonah: See something you like?
Jonah: God you have such a pretty face
He didn’t expect the response he received.
Riana: You can cum on it
Jonah: Jesus Christ
Jonah: Fuck you can’t talk like that
Riana: Why not?
Jonah: Because I’m sensitive
Jonah attached photo evidence, his hard dick in his hand, leaking. He genuinely blushed when she texted back, a video of her playing with her clit, at a slow, gradual pace. He grinned, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Jonah: Awww
Jonah: You’re so pretty down there
Riana: Yeah?
Jonah: Such a pretty pussy
Jonah: I wanna eat it
Jonah: If I could right now, I’d bury my face in there
Riana: You could come over
Jonah’s heart dropped. This was getting increasingly dangerous.
Jonah: Soon. For right now though, I have a situation to take care of
Riana: Lemme see you stroke it
Jonah: Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl
Jonah: Whatever you want
Jonah couldn’t help sending her a desperate, somewhat shaky video as he rubbed up and down, milking himself.
Jonah: It’d look way better inside you
Riana: I know
She sent another video, her fingers quickly stimulating her clit. Jonah politely made a request.
Jonah: I wanna see your fingers inside
Jonah: Please? Can you do it for me?
Riana: Mhm
Riana sent another video, her fingers slowly slipping in as she picked up the pace, feet still dangling pretty in the air.
Riana: You like that?
Jonah: Very much
Jonah: Fuck, that’s so hot
Jonah: You’re so wet
Jonah: How fast can you go, hmm?
He was close. She sent another video, fingers quickly thrusting in and out. He could hear faint breathy moaning in the background, which didn’t help his situation at all.
Jonah: You gonna cum for me?
Riana: Yeah
He sent her another video, his hand moving vigorously as he panted softly. She sees it, responding to him.
Riana: It’s so pretty
Jonah: Oh, don’t tell me that
Riana: It is, it’s pretty and pink
Jonah: The things I’d do to you right now
She responded with a video, fingers thrusting in and out. He bit his lip in arousal, then he heard it, clear as day.
“Jonah…!”
His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. She had moaned his name.
Jonah: Oh my God
Jonah: Not fair, Riana
Jonah: That’s so fucking sexy. You’re so wet for me
She sent another video, fingers working as fast as possible as she panted softly.
“Jonah… Fuck, Jonah.”
Jonah: Yeah? You gonna come for me?
Riana: Mhm
Jonah: Fuck I wish I could make you come right now
Jonah: I wanna hear you. I wanna watch you cum for me
Riana: You will
Jonah: Yeah
Jonah: I’m gonna make you cum all over me
Riana: That’s so hot
Jonah: I’m glad you think so
Jonah: I’ll give you anything you want. Just cum for me
Jonah: Say my name
She sent another video. He groaned softly out loud as he watched, feeling like an absolute pervert as he stroked himself over his pants. He bit his lip, whimpering needily as he played each of her videos with equal excitement and reverence. He lost it when he heard his name again, moaned in that same desperate tone.
“Jonah…!”
He gasped, panting as he felt it. His body finally gave in, as the warmth sprayed all over. He groaned, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. He had just sexted a coworker. He felt like a teenager. Shaking his head at himself, he quickly cleaned himself up, sighing in exhaustion.
Jonah: Sorry. I finished
He snapped a quick photo of his mess.
Riana: Don’t be sorry
Riana: So messy
Riana: So sweet
Jonah nearly died. This girl was so perfect, so gentle, and just attractive. He knew there was no refusing her at this point. He was hooked. He lay there contemplating his impending doom, then felt guilty when he realized.
Jonah: Did you cum?
He waited anxiously. Three dots, then:
Riana: I had fun
He knew the answer. Jonah dropped his phone, burying his face in his hand.
i need more marcus x jonah truthers to speak to please people come my way, fill my messages, add my socials I DON'T CARE!! i need likeminded people who love them just as much as i
