Strictly Business - Denmark x Reader Ch. 14

It was as if the windows blew out, the lights flickered, and the simplest sounds unable to be deciphered.

Mathias removed his hands from his face with one quick motion. He grabbed you hand roughly and jerked you toward him. His lips slammed into yours.

You felt yourself gasp in reaction and your body went ridged. Your (e/c) eyes grew wider than you could have thought possible.

“I need to do this at least once,” Mathias muttered against your mouth.

Throwing away all moral you unconsciously began kissing back.

A hand went to the back of your head, pushing your lips closer. Slowly, you felt the two of you tilt back and your head hit the couch. Leaving him lying flat against you. And dear God, you could have sworn you could feel his abs through your shirt.

A low moan escaped his lips leaving you in a blushing fit. Your hands crept up his arms and you ran your fingers through his hair as you wanted to do so many times.

You were putty in his hands. 

And that was when it hit you like a slap in the face. Despite all the tasks thrown in your path, all the shit you’ve put up with… he’s been through the same. Of course, he knew that he could have anyone he wanted. Mathias was tall, built, and he did have some cash going around. It was everything that a girl could ask for.

The one thing that he couldn’t have was you and you certainly couldn’t have him. It was hell because you knew it. He knew it. And there was nothing the pair could do, but steal pained glances and jokes at the office.

Now here you both were, throwing away every wall and protection the two of you had built up over the months of being near each other. What a waste. What a beautiful waste of it all.

Mathias licked your bottom lip, asking without saying a word. To this, you just felt your cheeks redden even more, but refused and would have jerked your head back if it wasn't for his hand pressing you forcefully against him. 

Seemingly, Mathias noticed. The hand that wasn’t holding onto you like life itself was snaking down your stomach and removing your shirt just above your belly button.

You involuntarily gasped and stayed stunned as his tongue made its way past your lips turning the kiss into something else.

Mathias was greedy at this point, kissing you roughly and making up for each and every time he ignored the urge to press you against the wall.

He pulled away to lock eye contact, “I’m not,” Mathias kissed you, “going to let you,” again, “slip from me another second.”

The blonde paused and looked down at you sprawled out beneath him. His cheeks turned into a tinted pink. “W-what?” You said self-consciously. Mathias leaned back down and kissed you with a newfound spark. The roughness grew in strength as if you were his and he was claiming you for his own. He explored every crevice of your mouth and would let you do the same if you weren’t so shocked at his movements. His hands pulled your shirt up even more. Maybe it was the fact that your hands were trailed slowly down his chest, towards his hard stomach.

Clearly, he was experienced in this field. 

Then, he stopped. Mathias withdrew his hands, slowed his roughness of the kiss to a halt, and untangled his legs from yours. Reluctantly, he pulled free of your lips and sat up. He sat up slowly, peering down at you and looking as if he were holding back. Hurt crossed your face as well as a certain amount of disappointment, “M-Mat…?”

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off. You could tell that he was panting slightly. Mathias continued once you sat up, “I-I didn’t mean to- God why am I such an idiot?!”

You leaned forward toward the Danish idiot and embraced him. “Mat… just shut up already. You’re the one always thinking about yourself all of a sudden, how about me?” His body stiffened and ease into your embrace. Fumbling over words, eventually you caught yourself, “I-I love you too.” Carefully, you withdrew from the embrace and kissed his lips softly. Of course, he kissed back and you could tell he was controlling himself just enough from proving dominance.

His voice was painfully slow, “-but.”

“(F/n),” it took a regretful, lower tone; “You do realize that I would do anything for you. I would throw away my life to be near you. Regardless, I can’t just treat you as an employee back in public… especially not after this.”

 After everything, you knew he was right. Somehow you’d have to bypass that fact.

“You have to, and for me to do the same I guess it would just make matters worse.”

He frowned, “We’ll just see what happens I guess.”

You reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly, he held onto you the same. Mathias pulled you closer and rested his chin on your head. 

The rest of the day you ended up skipping work and listened to the fast rhythm of a beating heart instead.  

The air was crisp and cool against your cheek. Your nose was pink at the tip from the sudden breeze.

As you walked into the corporation’s building you felt the chill melt off and removed your coat.

“Good morning,” greeted the receptionist.

“Good morning… any news I should hear about?” You replied as you checked in.

“Ah,” she paused, and then shook her head quickly, “No, (F/n).”

The hallways were quiet as you strolled through them. Your heart beat faster as you reached your destination. 

The desk you usually sat at was strangely tidy, ‘That’s odd….’ You thought, remembering how almost every co-worker would drop his or her work off casually and work away each morning. Shrugging, you decided it was an off day and placed the bag you brought your belongings in on the desk.

A finger tapped you on the shoulder, “Excuse me… (F/n)?”

“Yeah?” You turned around to see a girl a couple years older than yourself.

“Mr. Køhler asked to see you in his office.”

“Oh,” Your heart skipped a beat, “Alright.”

You shut the door behind you to see sunlight filtering through the windows. The figure of a man was staring out the window and down at the city below. That man just happened to be Mathias.

He stood straight, solely fixated on the scenery. You paused, “Hey… You wanted to talk to me?”

‘Something’s bothering him.’

A bottle of Jack sat on his desk, half way empty already. Nobody was there to help drink that much. 

Mathias moved his hand and looked down at a piece of paper for a long while and you stood there patiently waiting.

He ran a hand through his hair and turned around as he spoke, his voice was unsure of itself, but sounded sharp. “I… I…” The man cleared his throat, “I’ve called you today to…” 

You blinked in surprise, what’s with the business type tone? Nobody was in the room other than him and yourself.

Once your eyes met his, he looked away sharply, “I’ve called you today to regretfully inform you that you’ve been terminated from your position.” He spoke quickly, throwing it out there. 

All you did was stare at him; trying to find the ruse of this meet… it was when you realized that it wasn’t a joke. There was nothing funny about any of this.

He handing you a file and a pink slip explaining the termination. As he handed it over you saw the quivering of his hand. Numbly, you accepted it and swallowed. Nodding was all you could do. There wasn’t really anything that was needed to be said anyway. You were being fired. That was the end of it. 

Your feet made your way to the door, you wanted to see his face, but your head wouldn’t turn around. All you could do was open the door and walk out. 

“Hey (F/n)!!” A familiar voice popped next to you. Tom.

He saw your expression and frowned, “(F-F/n)?”

You felt him take the pink slip of paper carefully from your hand as you kept walking on with a vacant face. 

The door to Mathias’s office opened and you could hear yells and shouts; it slammed back in place, smothering the argument inside. 

You packed your things back into your bag and left without a word to say.