Cat Boy Office Worker Receives Backshots Or Something 💀

It's smashing time🤑🤑🤑

A cat boy continuously typed on their keyboard. The sound of clicky click cluttering filled up Oije's ears. Their eyes were completely engrossed with the glowing screen in front of them.

However.

Oije had gotten bored from what they were doing, but then he heard a faint tv laughter coming from behind them. They turned around and saw Mr. Smiles. Their employer, checking on Oije from behind. The pale cat boy couldn't tell if they were here to check on their work or that guy just simply wanted to mess with Oije.

Honestly, this felt normal to them now since he always does this with Oije Only. He looked at Oije and of course he's smiling like always. Just like his name. Mr. Smiles.

"Nice job Oije! Keep up the good work!"

He says in a cheerful manner, giving Oije a thumbs up along with a cheerful smile as usual. The same old words that Oije would always hear. He had gotten sick of this repetitive cycle. Oije thought and thought.. until that's when they had a small yet risky idea that could get them fired in the process aswell.

You only live once, so why not make it to the fullest?

"thanks!" Oije approached Mr. Smiles, Oije's tail slowly began to wrap itself onto his necktie and guiding him deeper into the cubicle, away from the prying eyes of colleagues..

Once inside the confines of the small space, Oije wasted no time, pressing their lips fiercely against Mr. Smiles's. The kiss was passionate, hungry, and unapologetic, leaving them both breathless within minutes.

Oije's hands roamed across Mr. Smiles's body, undoing buttons and gripping fabric, as if trying to memorize every inch of him before losing control completely.

For an entire hour, the two lost themselves in a whirlwind of desire, forgotten about time and space. When Oije finally released Mr. Smiles, stepping back to catch their breath, they saw the aftermath of their encounter. Mr. Smiles's hair was tousled, his tie loosened, and his normally crisp professional attire looked rumpled and dishevelled.

Oije couldn't help but notice the tell-tale signs of their heated encounter-the lipstick smeared across Mr. Smiles's face and the bite marks he had placed on the employer's throat, leaving a visible reminder of their raw, intense connection.

Oije smiled mischievously, satisfied with their afternoon tryst, and walked out of the cubicle, leaving Mr. Smiles alone to process what had happened between them.

After Hours passed.

Oije entered the cubicle again, just wanting to finish their work early. While absentmindedly typing away, they feel Mr. Smiles standing right behind them again, a familiar sensation that never ceases to make them pause.

When they looked at him, he seemed slightly distracted yet happy, wearing a broad grin on his face. He still wore the same clothes, which meant he hadn't gone home during these hours.

"Looking good there, Oije," Mr. Smiles states, still standing behind Oije, admiring their work. He didn't bother to fix his hair nor his tie, as if he wanted to showcase evidence of their brief yet intimate encounter earlier.