A collection of one shots that I wrote and posted on my tumblr account (lefteagleblizzard) after watching some of this movies. All of these are gender neutral reader, unless stated otherwise
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Summary: One stormy evening, the power goes out in the office building. You and Derek are now stuck in the elevator. The confined space ignites a passion neither of you expected.
Warnings: unprofessional behavior at work. Smut in the elevator. Boss x assistant relationship. Is a continuation of the other stories I wrote for Derek but can also be read as a stand-alone .
Word counts: 3000 words
As the clock struck seven, the office building was nearly deserted, save for a few late workers finishing their tasks. You hurriedly gathered your belongings, eager to join Derek. Tonight, you were leaving together, headed for his luxurious house to spend the night.
'To be able to work together without too many interruptions, of course.'
You stand in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive at your floor. Your fingers tapping lightly against the sleek, metallic walls. Your colleagues shuffle past, casting furtive glances in your direction. They know, of course. Everyone knows about you and Derek. You don't care.
Derek, the CEO with a reputation that precedes him, is standing close. Too close, some would say. His presence is magnetic, his arrogance almost a physical force that compels attention.
His breath is warm against your ear as he leans in. "You look stunning tonight," he whispers, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "I can't wait to get you out of that office attire and into something more... comfortable."
You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but you maintain your composure. You tilt your head slightly, allowing his words to wash over you, a sly smile playing at the corners of your lips.
"Is that so?" you reply, your voice steady. "And what might that be?"
He chuckles, a rich, indulgent sound that draws the ire of your coworkers even more. "You'll see soon enough. But first, we have to get out of here."
The elevator finally arrives with a soft ding. The doors slide open, and you both step inside, the space feeling intimate and closed off from the rest of the world. Derek wastes no time. As soon as the doors shut, he pulls you close, his hands roaming over your back.
As the elevator doors close behind the last group of employees, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation.
His presence beside you is a comforting reminder of your relationship, a bold statement of defiance against societal expectations.
The elevator's ascent was slow, a crawl towards the freedom of the evening. Derek's hand was warm in yours, a silent promise of the night ahead. His thumb traced circles on the back of your hand, a small act that spoke volumes in the silence of the elevator, sending a thrilling current through your body.
His lips are close to your ear, and you can feel his breath as he whispers sweet nothings that make you blush.
The few remaining occupants of the elevator shift uncomfortably, their disapproval palpable, but it only adds a rebellious thrill to the moment.
