Being a cleaner came with its many perks, as well as its disadvantages. One of those disadvantages included getting misunderstood by people because of your intentions. Yelled at by strangers because you were making a mess— even though you were trying to project them from a trash beast? It made you frustrated. And obviously, you couldn’t yell at them back; you had to handle the situation professionally, which you thought was bullshit.

So.. what better way to release your anger out by handling it with your boyfriend?

You knocked on the artisans door. Loud, blaring music and muttering were heard behind it. It took a couple of seconds before the door abruptly swung open.

Standing before you, your boyfriend, August. God, you practically wanted to pounce on him then and there.

“August,” You began, “I need you. Now.” You took both of your hands in his, looking at him with a pleading shine in your eyes. He took a second to process what you were saying.

“But i’ve gotta work, y’know!?” He replied, scratching the back of his head and looking back at the sketches on his desk, before turning back to you with a sly grin. “I guess I can post-pone it. Watcha need me for, baby?”

You looked up at him, smiling seductively. Slowly, your soft fingers trailed up his arm, his eyes followed your movements.

“I’ve had a long day at work,” You muttered. “Care to help me relax?”

His eyes lit up at your words, a burning sensation ran through his body. “Let me clear the table,” August answered, his grin never disappearing.

It wasn’t long before you were propped up on the desk, his hands on either sides of your thighs, his lips peppering a hot trail of kisses down your neck.