Bribe

Warnings: I guess this could be considered for a more matured audience. Idk no smut or anything

Words: 683

Description: Y/N has to get a big edit done tonight, but Tyler wants her attention.

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You were working on your laptop at home. Your husband, Tyler, was out with Josh doing his band stuff.

You were currently editing an article that had to be edited by tonight or you'd most likely be terminated. Or what you liked to call it 'replaced.'

The stressful part about this job was that all the people who go through the cycle of gathering the news, and writing the articles have more time than the editor. The editor was the last stage before publishing. And most of the time the other stupid employees waste time and you end up having to work all night to get it done.

And what's worse is that Tyler doesn't like when you work all night. He wants your attention, so it was your duty to finish before Tyler gets home so he's happy.

You stick your earbuds in and listen to Tyler's newest album, trench. You've been listening to it nonstop since it came out. It was so good, and you loved hearing your husband's finished work. It made you proud.

As you were listening, you didn't notice the door open. Tyler walked in placing down a Taco Bell bag.

"Honey, I'm home!" He saying in a song song voice, before chuckling to himself.

He walks around the corner into the kitchen to see you at the table typing away on your laptop.

"Y/N." He states, but you don't hear him. He smiles slightly before tiptoeing behind you and giving you a big hug, and kisses your cheek. You jump slightly before chuckling.

He takes one of your earbuds out and whispers into your ear, "Hey beautiful."

"Welcome home." You turn to face him and he gives you a kiss, before pulling away to take the earbud.

"Whatcha listenin' to?" He asks, stuffing the one earbud into his ear.

'Pet Cheetah

Pet Cheetah'

"Oh this is my favorite song." He cheers, his lips forming into a big bright grin.

"Yeah?" You laugh slightly. But then it fades. "Babe, I have to finish editing this."

He takes a moment to look at the computer and then back at you, his arms still wrapped around you from behind.

"Aw, for how long?" He tightens his grip around your waste. The only thing in between you and him was the back of the chair you're sitting on.

"I don't know, maybe 2 hours? I don't know I need to focus." You look over at the computer and Tyler presses his lips to your neck.

"Can you do it another time?" He asks in between kisses. You smile, and pause for a minute enjoying the moment.

"I-" you begin but stop for a minute as his kissing gets slower. After a second, you turn your head to face him cutting off his access to your neck. "I have to finish this tonight."

He gives you a pouty look, but you raise an eyebrow as if saying 'don't mess with me.' Soon his pouty look became a smirk.

"Ok, I'll be upstairs." He said his tone mischievous. He's planning something, you could tell.

After about 5 minutes, you hear Tyler run down the steps.

"Y/N, want me to set up a bubble bath for you?" He walked up to your side and squatted to where he was level with you, but you didn't take your eyes off the screen.

"Not now, love. Why don't you get in instead?" You knew what he was doing.

"Okay, well what if I prepare one for us?" He asked, leaning his head on your shoulder. He watched you type a few words until you stopped and looked at him. He gave you an excited look, as if he just won a game.

"No, Ty. Once I'm done with this I'll make you some dinner okay?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I don't want dinner." He said it as if he was 3 years old. You smiled.

"You're going to have to deal with it until this is finished." You slightly pushed his chest so he would get up, and he left the room again sighing with defeat.