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kafkasmuses · 4 months

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ultraviolence

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tags : gun kink , fucked with a gun , predator / prey , reader has a prey kink , peacekeeper ! snow , light sadism , size difference , size kink , obsessive behavior , power play , creampies , orgasm delay / denial

a/n : idk what came over me whilst writing this im gonna be so honest…. semi inspired by Cherienymphe‘s “everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer” fic!!! its so good

p.s : this is also posted on my ao3!!! ( divider by pommecita )

snow barely had any empathy for people, let alone any districts. he was a man who fell into poverty himself, but he got out of it, he was a capitol and he’s friends with those that come from the highest statuses. normally people felt pity for those in the districts, they scavenged for food, or proper clothing. not snow, he thought it was a game to watch them snatch up fresh bread and run like their lives depend on it. because it does, they survive, they live another day and satisfy their hungers, if they get caught, they’ll be dead in seconds— especially if coriolanus catches them.

he liked the power he had, the fact that he could do almost anything he desired and get away with it because the districts had been committing a crime anyway, he just stopped them from doing it any more. he liked that they would cower underneath him, beg for their lives, he liked that he had the power to give them a simple warning, to let them off the hook, but he never did.

not until now.

he found himself chasing yet another bunny, heavy boots padding behind your thin, poorly made shoes.

something about the adrenaline rushing through your veins had a heat developing in between your legs, like it was a primal reaction, an animalistic urge. he nearly noticed in the way your steps staggered, but that could be lack of spacial awareness, which he noted that you had. you were so busy running in straight lines you didn’t even bother to juke him or to hide.

easy prey, aren’t you?

he thought that at first, until your steps suddenly changed, turning to the right.

and you had disappeared between the greens and tall trees, his wild eyes raced around the all too silent forest. he tuts, a low taunt, “where are you, bunny?”

his voice came out sing - songy, having your breathing shake from the tree you hid behind, your thighs pressed together.

how was a hunt so intimate, so sexual?

“why are you hiding from me, bunny?” his voice is softer, as if he’s pouting.

you hear his boots snap twigs with ease, crush leaves into fragile pieces, dip through mud. he was getting closer, like a wolf stalking it’s prey, like he knew where you hid. you tried to hold your breath, to keep yourself hidden, but it was no use. he rounded the corner, and you ran into a sprint again, nearly dropping the bread you had taken.

if you hadn’t dropped it then, you were sure to now.

his arms took you into a threatening hold, at first pushing you into a tree, then slamming you against the floor when you wriggled at his grasp. his panting breath, your fearful whines, the begging that sat on your tongue silently, it was as if sex had been happening even with your clothes on. your tears well with tears at being slammed on the hard ground, and he feels the fabric of his pants tighten at the sight.

“please,” here comes the begging, music to his ears, “it’s my first time stealing, i’ve never done this before—“

“is that so?” his head cocks to the side, holding down your wriggling hands, “i’m sure i’ve seen you before, doll.”

“you must be mistaken,” your puffy lips part, breath heaving as you try to pull away from him.

it doesn’t work, he just simply holds you down, he easily could with one hand if he wanted to, “are you calling me a liar?”

it was embarrassing, truly, being so turned on by the way his voice deepened with firmness, by the way he held you down with such ease, “of course not, i would never—“

“you just did, though,” his tone is biting, typically he doesn’t let conversations last this long, but something about you was different. his eyes catch on to the way your thighs are rubbing together, not in a way to try to free yourself from him, but where you crave friction. “my, my, what do we have here?”

his hand taps against your thigh, pulling up the hem of your dress, his eyes land on yours, waiting for confirmation.

you immediately nod, it’s so quick, impatient, he adores it.

his long fingers lace around both of your wrists whilst the other pries your thighs apart, noticing the way fluids soil your panties.

“how cute,” he observes out loud, allowing his hunger to show in the way he nearly rips your panties apart whilst harshly tugging the, down, watching how your legs immediately fall apart into a spread, panties hanging off your ankle for dear life. you were so desperate, you were willing to do this in the woods, present yourself to a peacekeeper just because you had gotten horny merely off a chase.

his hand smoothes against your right inner thigh, feeling goosebumps form in prickles, and the way you shiver underneath each touch. his hand is large against your cunt, a single finger moving through it to feel the wetness, your hips immediately buck, desperate for more.

his chuckle is soon silenced by his hand raising to his mouth, just so he can taste your slick.

removing it with a pop, a curt smile tugs at his lips, sweet, like honey.

his hand smoothes down your inner thigh again, and you realize he’s teasing you, “officer—“

his thumb is threateningly close to your cunt, “hm?”

“touch me,” you breathe out, “please.”

how funny is it that the last time you said please to him you were begging for your life?

“like this?” his eyebrow quirks, pad of his thumb moving to swipe against your clit, your back arches ever so slightly.

the whine that emits from you is far too loud for his liking, so he hushes you with gentle shhs, thumb rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves.

“you don’t want people to hear us, hm?” he hums, “to find out you’re letting a peacekeeper touch you in such ways, truly scandalous.”

he can imagine it being front page of the district newspaper, girl caught fucking peacekeeper in woods!

your fingers twitch in his grasp, finding his movements far too slow, and he finds your movements and whines far too annoying.

he moves to plunge a finger into your cunt, making your whines hush to whimpers, unintelligible words.

“real impatient, aren’t you?” his finger moves slow at first, watching the way your hips move against it in response, “maybe i should just put you in your place.”

he removes his finger, watching the way you desperately clench around nothing. his hand moves to grab his machine gun, which he had ditched as soon as he threw you to the floor, he finally releases your wrists, you have a chance to run if you wanted to, but you didn’t— because you didn’t want to run, because the fear that filled you when he aimed his gun at you had even more of your fluids escaping the oyster between your legs.

he moves to cock it, taking it off the safety.

“fully loaded,” he reminds you, but also seems to be reminding himself.

he seems to believe you don’t believe him in the way you look up at him through glossy eyes, and he moves to aim his gun at a nearby tree, one to your right, directly behind you. and he shot, birds cawed as they flew away from the loud shots, he noticed how you flinched, immediately moving to the safety of his grasp, and he only smiled, how adorable that you find safety in the man who had enough power to kill you in seconds.

he hushes your fears, not reassuring anything about your safety as he moves the gun tip your legs back apart, one of his hands leaving it as he wraps it around your wrists once more, holding you back down in a missionary position. the hand on his gun was less steady now, finger tight against the trigger, it had you biting your lip. he traces along your inner thigh with the tip of the gun, “you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”

he watches you immediately nod, so eager, “yes, yes, officer.”

his gun passes a trail down to your cunt, pressing against your clit, he could shoot right now, the finger on the trigger was so tight, so unsupported. he could slip once and shoot directly into you, something about that thrilled you more, made your hips buck against the gun, practically riding the weapon. he admires your desperation, the way your face twists with pleasure as you move against the cool material that built the gun.

he eventually pulls the tip of the gun down, until it’s at your entrance.

he watches your eyes widen as the metal dips inside of you, spreading you open with ease.

your hands flail in his tight hold, “it hurts— officer, wait—“

“hm?” he pauses for a mere second, “sweet bunny, you can take it.”

the pain soon subdues to pleasure as he begins moving the gun again, pumping it in and out of you and coating the black of the weapon with your milky slick. whimpers of pain soon become moans of pleasure, the tears that had built a gloss over your eyes dipping down your cheeks as your eyes close, hips bucking against the weapon.

“easy, bunny, easy,” his voice is strained, like seeing you cry awakens something within him, when your hips stop moving against his gun he continues to pump it, faster this time, “good girl, gonna cum all over my gun?”

you nod, more tears escaping as the thrill of your possible death and the pleasure from the weapon that may cause it becomes all too much. a deep groan vibrates from his chest at the sight of you crying, lips parting to continue, “that’s it, good, good.”

it’s as if you crying is enough to have him reaching his climax already, as if seeing you cry felt like jerking off.

the gun widens the more it goes into you, stretching you until you’ll be nothing but a gaping mess from his gun when he’s done.

so filthy, to be easily stretched out by something that has killed many, how terribly cruel of you, to be cumming on it.

and the man who had done it is merely watching, admiring you like this was an art gallery, and you were the center piece. he notices the way you near your orgasm, as your hips can’t help but grind down on the gun, moans escaping past your nearly bitten to bleeding lips. and you start calling out to him, “officer, officer, please— can i cum— please.”

a mere plead, and if snow was a good man, he would say yes, but he wasn’t one.

“no, bunny, you ran from me,” his finger slides against the trigger, staring at you with a new tint glossing over his eyes, “do you think you deserve to cum?”

“yes, i need to, i want—“ your breath quickens, mindlessly grinding down onto the gun.

“no,” he pulls the gun out, depraving you of every wish. he notices the way you whimper, thighs pressing together and rubbing in desire to form friction. there was none, and soon he was tossing his gun to the side, tugging his pants and boxers down ever so slightly to free his cock, then prying your legs apart once more.

he carefully moves himself between your legs, his hand around your wrists finally freeing them, admiring the red ring he left from how tight his grip was. the same hand moved to fall against your throat, fingertips dipping in to your delicate skin as he guides his dick to your entrance, carefully pushing into you. he feels you tense underneath him at the feeling of him filling you once more, the length and girth enough to reach your intestines, you were sure of it.

once he bottoms out, he notices the way a bulge appears at your pelvis, popping up against the skin then falling to a settle with each thrust. his other hand moves to your mouth, his fingers spreading your pillow lips apart, your salty taste pressing against your own tongue.

“taste yourself, bunny, so sweet, hm?” he grunts with each thrust, practically manhandling you with each snap of his hips, fingers dipping down your throat. he watches your eyes roll back, mumbling pleas for the satisfaction of your orgasm to finally come, your bodily fluids sticking to his pelvis and his dick, your walls pulsed around him, drooling onto his cock.

he nears his climax almost immediately, nose scrunching slightly, “cum, cum for me, sweet bunny.”

“officer—“ your back arches off the earthy ground as you finally reach your climax, moans vibrating against his flesh and he continues to thrust, riding out your orgasm, overstimulating you until he’s practically fucking you dumb. eventually, he bottoms out, pumping you nearly full of his cum. he moves his hand from your mouth, sticky from your saliva, and takes your panties off your ankle, pulling out and plugging your hole with your own panties. just so you don’t lose any of his cum.

“there, now you can walk around with my cum inside of you, how sweet.” he takes his hands off of you, moving to tuck his softening dick away and standing.

he offers your limp body a wink, swiping up his gun, and following up with a, “don’t let me catch you again, doll.”

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #tbosas #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus smut #coriolanus x y/n #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth

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pupcuck · 4 months

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HAII something im never gonna finish again sorry it’s not leon

tags - sex work, fem!reader, daddy/daughter incest

You pluck a crumpled dollar out of your bra, straighten it out and lay it flat on your dad’s desk, shimmying out of your hotpants as a few more notes curled up beneath the waistband flutter to the ground. It’s honest work what you and your dad do, fucking is easy, you’ve always liked the taste of dick.

“Baby,” Dante starts, an uneasy look on his face, “That’s not great.”

Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you lean over the desk to jab a red nail into his chest, “Guys are stingy.” He of all people should know that. “What did you get?”

He grins real big, like he hit the jackpot, lifts his hips slightly so he can reach into his back pocket. Then he pulls out a few nickels - your face falls fast.

“You’re joking, dad.” Your bottom lip juts out, sick of showering in cold water, or side by side with your dad who’s shoulder width spans the entirety of the shower cubicle. Knocks over the caddy you’ve carefully curated with products Dante’s stolen from upper-class ladies and Patty’s bathroom cabinet alike. And he’s loud, real loud, sings over you in his tone deaf way.

“Course, who’d you think I am?” Dante snickers, pulls out a thick wad of cash, and you clap in delight as he counts it up. He smacks your hand away when you move forward to sneak a few notes - just for drugstore lashes, this pair is beyond saving. How many times can a girl soak the jizz out of ‘em? “Hey, you don’t get any, missy.”

“Seriously? I worked real hard!” Stomping your foot, you skirt around the desk and seat yourself between his spread thighs. “Like really hard, daddy, my knees hurt ‘n look—” You open your mouth wide, corners of your lips splitting with the stretch, you’re used to it by now. Had a face stuffed with cock for most of your life.

“What am I lookin’ at?”

“It’s like fuckin’ bruised back there, dad.” To be completely honest, you gave one dude a discount ‘cause he was awful handsome, and he didn’t handle you so rough. Like a real girl, not a whore.

“I can’t see shit, baby.” Dante wipes a stray droplet of spit from your chin, kisses the top of your head in a way that’s tender for him.

“Dentists can, they can tell if you’ve been sucking dick.” You tell him matter of factly, as if either of you have enough money to see a dentist in the first place.

“Lucky I’m not a dentist then.” He tucks the wad of cash back into his pocket, drops the scrunched up notes you collected in your awaiting palm. “You know you did bad today, baby.”

“Not true, dad.” You make a fist in case he decides to take them back. “Girls just pay more, they’re generous, y’know?”

“Not you though.”

“I don’t have enough to be generous, dad.” You huff, his hand comes to grope your clothed tit, pokes at your nipple through the tricot till it hardens.

“Lashes still on, panties on, hell you’re walkin’ straight - did you even work tonight, baby?” Dante raises your hips slightly, shifts you to his thigh, slotted between your own plush thighs. “Or did you just sit pretty, huh? Made daddy do all the work.”

You stretch out your arm behind you, run your fingers along the fabric of his Henley and lift it slightly, nails scratching over his happy trail, then you cup his dick. “And you’re still hard, dad, did you even try?”

“I’m hard ’cause you’re hot, nothin’ to do with my work.” Dante smiles into the nape of your neck, “Can’t help myself around you, you know that don’t you?”

“Duh, I know you can’t, dad.” You giggle when his stubble tickles your skin, preening and rubbing against you like an oversized housecat, spiky lashes tickling your cheek.

His fingers slip past the waistband of your thong, hooking them underneath and pulling the gusset taut against your throbbing clit. You shiver, skin prickling with the heat of arousal, rolling your hips forward. “Didn’t take care of you did they?”

“No, they’re so selfish.” You shake your head, rest back on his broad chest, a soft sigh falling from your lips, red lipstick long gone, only traces remain.

“I know, baby.” Dante coos, continues to tug your panties upwards, the roughness of the lace scraping your bud. “Only daddy knows how to take care of you, my fussy girl.”

“I’m not fussy, daddy, you’re just better at it.”

#dmc dante smut #dmc dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda smut #dmc smut #dmc x reader #devil may cry smut #devil may cry x reader #dante smut #dante x reader #📮 dante #🪷.shorts

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freesidexjunkie · 5 months

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to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

Durgetash smut. My first attempt at writing actual honest to goodness smut instead of just implied smut. Pls bc nice im posting this at work and turning tomato red trying to figure out what tags to include. (I actually wrote this a couple weeks back and was too shy to post it 🙈)

Gortash x f!Durge

Summary: Maevris is now fully residing at Wyrm's Rock. She's wandering the fortress in the middle of the night, struggling to come to terms with her feelings for Enver. Wait. Are those feelings? Shit, yeah they are. Guess she's gonna have to do something about those.

Word count: 4,137

Tags: smut, explicit sexual content, feelings, idk full tag list is on AO3

Read on AO3 here

It wasn't that she had planned to end up here. She simply couldn't sleep, she told herself. Needed a breath of fresh air, to move her legs, tire herself out. She hadn't even paid attention to the path she took through the fortress; that she had ended up here, outside of Enver's door, was just a coincidence. The fact that she was still here, almost glued to the spot, debating with herself as she stared at the door... That was harder for her to reason away. She took a loud breath and walked away; turned back on her heel and raised her knuckles to the door, but stopped herself; cursed quietly as she shut her eyes and tried to rationalize this.

"Are you going to come in at any point, dear? Or are you just keeping watch?" Came a voice from inside the room. Dammit.

Maevris steeled herself and opened the door. "I was just out for a walk. Didn't mean to disturb you. I can go back to my room."

Gortash was sitting at a desk, hard at work over something or other. A few bits and bobs of machinery sat in front of him, laying on top of a set of blueprints. A glass of wine sat untouched beside him, and his normally well coiffed hair was in disarray, as if he'd been running his hands through it. The elegant robes lay forgotten to the side, his shirt fully unlaced. Was this his idea of relaxing? Stressing himself over a project? She noticed he was staring at her with that same look, that familiar and unsettling gaze she couldn't quite figure out. Was it a sly smirk and hooded eyes, to try and put her off her guard? Or was there sincerity in that smile, care in those tired eyes?

"You've been taking a walk in the same spot for a few minutes now, judging by the footsteps I've been hearing," he said, almost sounding... fondly couldn't be the right word, surely. Could it? "What's on your mind, my darling?"

Shit. She rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms to avoid answering. She didn't want these butterflies when he looked at her like that, spoke to her like that. The involuntary fluttering of her heart sank like dread to the pit of her stomach, every time. He was lying, using, manipulating. He had to be. He was taking advantage of her lack of memories, painting himself as a grand figure in her past. He had to be... and yet, the mounting evidence to the contrary, the feelings in her chest that refused to be ignored, buried, beaten down. He was a monster. He was the reason she was in this. He... shouldn't have this kind of sway over her. If she didn't feel something, deep within herself, like the fleeting ghost of a feeling; like the worst, most torturous form of deja vu. Her current resolve warring with whatever past feelings she may have had. But if she believed him…

"Well?" He asked, still staring at her face as he leaned back in his chair and rested his chin on his hand.

She scoffed. She hated this feeling he brought about in her. So why was she seeking it out so much? Why was she still here to begin with? "I... I don't know. I just couldn't sleep. I didn't – it's not like I came here on purpose."

"Of course not, dearest," he said. He rose with a grin still on his lips as he walked to meet her. When had she walked so far in the room? Had she not noticed herself being pulled towards him? He reached a hand up to her face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear and lingering as his knuckles grazed her cheek. "And what can I do to help you sleep better?"

She melted beneath his hand, his eyes, his low voice. He had to be toying with her. He was simply well practiced in making his flattery sound so sincere. But that didn't stop her from leaning into his hand as her eyes fluttered shut. "I... don't know."

When she opened her eyes, he was fully smiling down at her now. The hand on her cheek moved to the back of her head, fingers twining through her hair, as his other arm snaked around her waist to pull her into his embrace. She didn't resist, didn't stop her own arms from coming to rest on his chest as she stared back up at him, unable to tear her eyes from his. He leaned down just a bit, hovering inches away from her face. "Would you like to stay, then?"

Her breath caught in her chest as her heart beat wildly against her ribs, fighting to escape her completely. She remembered nothing; no faces, names, not even her own actions. But this felt... comforting. Safe. Like an anchor against the world. She tried to find answers in his eyes, but saw nothing but his own apparent adoration. Impossible to glean if it was real, or a show put on for her. But she wanted to believe, if only for a moment... "I... I don't know, Enver. I just–" She huffed a quick breath, burying her face in the side of his neck. Just for a moment. Just to see if it's right. "I just... want it to make sense," she said in a small voice.

His arms gently tightened around her, fingers playing with her hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her forehead. "I know, love," he said, leaning his head on hers. "I do, too. I want you to remember, to know. I'm trying to find something, my love. Just a little more research."

She allowed herself to relax into him a bit more. This felt right. "I don't know if I do want to remember," she said. "If I did all those things, if I was really... I don't think I can handle that."

His free hand drew soothing circles into her back, as if he could take the pain away from her. "And so you'd forget me, as well?" He asked quietly against her hair. "Our time together, what we had. What we were to each other. Would you leave it all forgotten, Mae?"

She took a moment before answering. He sounded almost vulnerable. Afraid of her answer. Would she forget it all? Did that mean she had to leave it behind? "I..." she sighed, nuzzling into him further before answering, lips moving against his skin in a whisper. "You're still here now, aren't you?"

She felt a breath leave his chest at that. A sigh of relief? He held her tighter, as if he thought she might slip away given half a chance. "I am. I'm just wondering if you'll still be here when I look away."

This felt nice. Good. Was this what she wanted? Mae stood back a little, just enough to look into his face. The softness of his eyes as he took her in, the warmth of his smile. Was this all for her, if she wanted it? She reached one hand up to his cheek, slowly, as if testing it. But he did not shrink away, leaning into her palm as she stroked his cheek. His look was full of love, adoration, want. She could feel the same in her own eyes as she leaned in, carefully, grazing his lips with her own ever so lightly. Slow, unsure, with her heart pounding in her ears as she kissed him, just once. She pulled barely away, eyes still sealed shut, unwilling to open them and face the moment, lest it have to end. "Enver... I –"

Her words were swallowed up as he covered her lips with his own, only a small sound of surprise as realization dawned on her. His hands grabbed at her clothes needily, snaking under her shirt to feel her skin beneath his fingertips. She draped her arms around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair to pull him closer. And closer he was, clinging tightly to every inch of her that he could reach. His shirt, already unlaced, was easily dispensed with; he made short work of her clothes as she pulled him to the four poster bed. "Mae," he said as he stopped at the edge of the mattress, voice low and husky, "are you...?"

"Yes," she answered quickly, nodding up at him before rejoining their lips. Her hands found their way to his belt, cursing every moment it took to loosen the damn thing. Every moment she had to waste on this buckle was a moment spent without her body flush to his, her hands roaming over him, pulling him into her. She let out a tiny whine of frustration and felt him chuckle into her lips before undoing the clasp himself. He kicked off his trousers as he pulled her into the bed with him, trying to remove them both from their small clothes as he went. Enver pulled her onto his lap, straddling his thighs without breaking the kiss. His arms and hands explored her body, every inch that was finally, finally laid bare for him again. Her legs, her waist, her hips. All for him, and he hungered for it. She tangled handfuls of his hair between her fingers, eliciting a deep groan from his throat as she gently tugged it to pull him closer. He could feel her getting wet in his lap, and was sure she could feel him growing harder as she squirmed and moved over him.

He tangled his own fingers through her hair and pulled her head back just barely, only enough to look into her eyes as he silently asked permission to enter her. She nodded, eyes hooded and breaths heavy. Gods, was she the most beautiful creature on this earth. In all the planes, he was sure, as he pulled her back into the kiss. One hand still tangled in her hair as he used the other to gently open her folds and slowly guide himself in. She let out a moan against his lips as she settled over him, the sound enough to send him feral. He pressed his tongue further into her mouth as she set a pace, almost tantalizingly slow. For her, this was akin to their first time together; she was testing, exploring, finding the perfect movements all over again. He felt eager to show Maevris just how well he remembered her, how in tune they were with each others bodies when they hit their stride. But for now, he was content to savor this moment, to let her take her time. He would lavish her later, show her how she deserved to be worshipped in his arms. As she went, she grew bolder, bit by bit. Still achingly slow, but more incessant, more needy with every thrust of her hips. He responded in kind, matching her rhythm and intensity. He grabbed her thighs as her moved his mouth from her lips to her jaw, slowly trailing down her next and over her chest, staking a new claim on every inch with deliberate and passionate kisses, hot and wet over every inch of her that he reclaimed. Her head fell back as another moan left her lips, and he moved an arm behind her neck to steady her in his lap. She was close, he could tell; losing her focus as he kissed and sucked her most sensitive spots, missing the steps of their little dance as she began to come undone. He grabbed her hips and guided her to their rhythm, to the final steps and over the edge as he sucked fiercely at her collar. And the sounds she made as she finally came for him, as she shook against his chest and moaned his name into his neck... gods, he had missed having her like this. That carried him to his own end, pulling her into his chest as he groaned into her shoulder.

She shook against him, sticky with sweat and blissfully resting in his arms. His ragged breaths tickled her shoulder as he continued pressing kisses to her skin, arms gripping her to him as she pulled herself further into his lap. Any bare skin, any inch that could be touching him but wasn't, felt like a tragedy begging to be remedied. As his breathing steadied, he trailed his lips slowly up her neck to nibble on her earlobe. "I love you," he whispered between gentle bites, "and gods, have I missed you, Mae."

She laughed warmly, her head tilting back to give him access. "I've been here for weeks, Enver."

"Not like this," he murmurered into her neck, "not in my bed, laid out for me like such a pretty present."

Her heart skipped a beat like in her chest at his words, his sincerity, at the muddled way her mind still felt as she drifted back to reality. "I'm not laid out, though, am I?" She teased, eyes fluttering open to look at him again.

He replied with a tauntingly wicked grin as he leaned in to her lips. "That can be fixed," he muttered against them before moving his arms around her to swiftly flip them onto the bed, positioning them so that she was lying under him. "There," he said as he caressed her face, running the other hand down her side to bring her leg up against him. "Much better."

She giggled at the act; an actual, honest giggle, lighter than she had thought herself capable of. Is this love, she asked herself? To feel so freed with someone? "And now that you have me here?" She asked him, wrapping an arm around his waist, mischief glinting in her eyes as he caressed her bare skin.

He let his eyes wander over her, all of her perfection and beauty in front of him. "Oh, I have many ideas, pet. Trust me." He claimed her lips in a kiss again, pressing deeply into her mouth, eager to have her, yet not rough: firm, but gentle; impatient, but drawing his attentions out nonetheless. He ghosted his lips over her ear, hands wandering between her legs, teasing her. "Do you trust me, love?"

She groaned underneath of him, deep in her chest as he teased her swollen bud and slick folds. A strained "mhmm" was all she could manage, her eyes fluttering shut again as he taunted her.

"Good," he said with a sultry grin.

He seemed to know every spot on her body, every reaction it would elicit, better than she did, and she was more than happy to let him lead her. His lips worked their way down her neck, playful nips and deep kisses as he continued to tease between her legs. She could feel his kisses deepen as he paused at the base of her neck, right above her clavicle. There would be marks all over her neck tomorrow, she was certain, but she didn't care. It was worth it. Let him mark her body wherever he wanted; he could have it, all of it. She squirmed under him as he moved lower, wet kisses trailing over her chest, over her breasts, across the delicate skin of her ribs. His fingers still danced around her opening, teasing little sighs and whimpers from her throat as he kept them just on the edge, never quite entering her. The longer her toyed with her, the more urgently she needed him; the more she whined and groaned and bucked against his hand as his lips trailed down her stomach.

"Tsk. So impatient," he said, stopping over her lower abdomen to look up at her. "So eager. So needy," he said as he pressed a kiss to the lowest part of her belly.

"Enver," she whined out, gripping the sheets in her fists beside her, "you're doing this on purpose."

"Doing what, my dearest?" He asked as he grabbed her, lazily massaging circles into her inner hips. He kissed her belly again before resting his chin on it to look up at her, her thighs on either side of his face.

"Stop... playing with me and – fuck." She exclaimed breathlessly and he dipped one finger into her before drawing it out again.

"Oh, in good time, my heart," he promised, words lilting as he eyed her wickedly. "Good things come to those who wait. It'll be all the sweeter for it, you'll see," he said as he pressed an insistent kiss to her inner thigh.

She laughed, a small pant of amusement as she tried to steel herself against his tricks. He wanted her to beg for it, she thought, but she wouldn't give him the pleasure. She answered him playfully. "Of course you'd say that, you bast– ah!” He cut her off with two fingers this time, slower than before, deeper, as his thumb circled her bud.

"Name calling doesn't suit you, lovely," he teased, his breath tickling her stomach as he hovered over her. "Try asking nicely."

She scoffed at him again, but found herself unable to resist with his fingers working inside of her. "I... shit." She swallowed hard, words difficult to form as her thoughts grew hazy. "Please, Enver," she relented, struggling to speak the words between her ragged breaths. "Fuck, please."

"My, my." He smiled lazily as he pressed kisses to the inside of her thigh, drawing his fingers out of her. "Please what, my love?"

"You are..." she paused, feeling the hot wetness of his mouth drawing closer to her. "Just... please, don't... don't stop."

She felt him smirk against her skin, right where her leg met her hip, right beside where she needed him most. "Of course, Maevris. Anything for you." He positioned himself directly over her middle, eyes gleaming up at her, basking in the neediness of her gaze as she stared down at him, waiting. He kissed her stomach, featherlight, trailing lower until he was right over her swollen little bud. He kissed deeper, sucking just a little, arms snaking under and hands grabbing her legs and ass on either side as she moaned and bucked under him. He caressed it with his tongue, pulling forth whatever lovely sounds his skills could earn him before moving lower. He flicked his tongue into her, tasting her, lips caressing her as he pushed his tongue deeper.

She couldn't breath, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but buck her hips into him. The waiting had made it sweeter, she thought; but she would never admit that to him. He was like a master at his instrument, strumming and plucking and hitting all the right spots to make sweet music flow from her lips. She understood why some called it a "little death;" she died and felt reborn under his touch. She saw stars, she saw nothing, felt herself floating further and further away as he pushed her hips back down. It was eternity, it was bliss. She cried out his name as he led her back over the edge, and she jumped happily into it as the world faded around her.

She was lost, unaware of the world around them. She could feel him crawling back over her, his hands holding the sides of her face while she trembled beneath him. Her eyes stayed firmly shut, working through the last perfect drops of her orgasm. "How do you feel, dearest?" He asked quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he lowered himself on top of her.

"I... I don't believe I can think right now," she replied, smiling back at him as she opened her eyes. "Ask me again later."

He chuckled into her hair, planting another kiss to it. "I'll take that as a good thing," he said. "Are you going to stay here tonight, then?"

"Mhmm," she murmured, nodding lazily. "You don't expect me to walk back to my bed after that, do you?" He pulled his lips back from her hair and saw her flashing wide, innocent eyes at him, pleading silently. As if he would let her up regardless, he thought.

He rolled off of her and onto his back. Mae let out a petulant little whine, before he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her onto his chest, tucking her head under his chin. She settled in over his heartbeat as he traced his fingertips over her back. Did she know what she was doing, he wondered? That need to feel him under her, hear his heartbeat, be wrapped up in him, just as she had before; was that a subconscious habit, or, as he allowed himself to foolishly hope, was it an old memory coming back to light? She pulled closer to him, wrapping one arm up over his shoulder. Touch starved little thing. They both were, he thought, as he pulled her tighter to himself. No amount of contact was ever enough, it seemed.

"Enver?" She whispered into his chest, barely loud enough to hear.

"Hmm?" He answered, eyes shut as he rested against her head, "what is it, pet?"

"Were we..." she shifted a bit to look at him, trying to put the words together. "Were you... always so gentle with me?"

He smiled down at her, stroking her cheek. Gods, don't take her away again. "Surprised?" He asked. "My love, I can be very gentle, when the moment calls for it. And after all you've been through..." He looked down at her, sadness seeming to flit through his eyes as he leaned to press a kiss to her forehead again. "You deserve gentleness, my darling. And I am happy to give you whatever you need."

Mae looked back up at him, perplexed, almost disbelieving. He worried he had gone too far, that she would get up and leave him now, in this cold and empty and too large bed. Instead, her brow relaxed and she placed her hand over his, twining their fingers as she pulled it back to kiss his palm. Mae looked back at him for a moment before laying her head back over his heart, and pulling his hand to keep it over her cheek. She fidgeted for a minute, before adding, almost too quiet for him to hear, "and what do you need?"

Enver looked down at her, convinced he must have misheard. What did he need? What a silly question. But she didn't look up at him, instead burying her face into his chest as her heart started to beat faster against him. She was truly asking, then. She was offering. And she was nervous. It was enough to make his heart skip a beat, to make him melt away.

"I... oh, my love," he answered, pulling her tighter as he pressed kiss after kiss to her head. "I have all I need. I have you, returned to my arms. We have this city to rule together, side by side, like we were meant to. What else could I need?"

She was silent for a moment, considering his words. She looked up at him again, a questioning look in her eyes. "Do you really love me, then?" She asked.

He pulled her face to his and answered her question with a kiss, deep and full of longing. He kissed her as is he could make up for the weeks apart, for failing to keep her safe, for ever letting her slip away in the first place. As he pulled back, her lips chased sleepily after his, just out of reach. Her eyes stayed shut for a moment, as if she hadn't quite registered that the kiss was over yet. "More than you could know," was all he said, leaning against her forehead.

"Hmm," she answered, settling back against his chest with their hands intertwined. He laughed against her, holding her as she drifted between sleep and wakefulness. He wasn't put off by her lack of reply; this was all very new to her still. If he could bring her memories back... but even without them, she was still here. She was still in his arms, chest slowly rising and falling as she fell asleep on him. He would prove to her all over again that she could trust her, that he loved her, that all of his dreams in life meant nothing if she wasn't there to partake in them. He couldn't fail her again, couldn't survive the heartbreak of letting her get hurt by his neglectfulness as second time. He would prove it to her. In time, she would–

"Goodnight, love," she mumbled into his chest as she placed a small, sleepy kiss to his skin. She was barely awake, if at all. He had all he wanted, right here.

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paperstorm · 4 months

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I was tagged by @carlos-in-glasses @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @sznofthesticks @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @jesuisici33 @orchidscript @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh and @birdclowns, thanks loves you're in the queue.

Season 3 missing moments are close I promise!

“Do you think he’s gonna wake up?” he asks. He doesn’t mean to; it slips out before he can stop it.

“Yes,” Nancy says immediately. “He’s the stubbornist little shit I’ve ever met in my life, death has got another thing coming if it thinks it can take TK Strand before he’s ready.”

Carlos can’t tell whether she’s being honest, or whether she’s putting on a show for his benefit. Or maybe for her own. Carlos is no stranger to lying to himself almost successfully.

“You know, I meant it, when I said I don’t know why he broke your heart. He never told me why you split up. I asked about a thousand times but he wouldn’t say.”

Carlos frowns. He isn’t sure what to make of that.

“Was it his fault?” Nancy asks. “Is that why he wouldn’t tell me?”

“I don’t know whose fault it was,” Carlos admits. “He wouldn’t talk to me. We had a stupid argument and … maybe I could’ve fixed it if he’d just let me, but he didn’t. He left and told me to move out of his dad’s place and to stop calling.”

“And did you? Stop calling?”

“He asked me to,” Carlos says.

“Hm.”

Carlos turns his head. “Hm?” “Do you think the two of you are supposed to be together? That you were meant to find each other?”

“I did,” Carlos says, swallowing the pain of that over a lump in his throat. “Now, I’m not so sure.”

“So, when he wakes up, this could turn into a pretty good opportunity. He’s in a hospital bed, he can’t run away. So you can sit in there with him and make him talk to you.”

“I’m not making him do anything he doesn’t want to do.”

“Why the hell not?” Nancy demands. “I love him like a brother but it’s not all about him. If you’ve got shit to say, you’re allowed to say it.”

Carlos shrugs and slides down a little further in his chair. “If he doesn’t want me, I’m not … he broke up with me. I’m not gonna beg him to take me back.”

“I didn’t say beg him to take you back.”

“What, then?”

Nancy licks her lips. She slides down too, feet planted on the floor and arms crossed over her stomach. She looks at him and one corner of her mouth curves into an understanding smile. “He’s the stubbornist shit, like I said. Maybe he wanted you to fight for him, and you didn’t.”

Carlos opens his mouth, stumbles over his words as he protests, “That isn’t fair.”

“Didn’t say it was fair,” Nancy agrees with a shrug. “But sometimes shit isn’t fair. If both of you are too prideful to blink first, nothing’s ever going to get fixed, is it? Maybe someone just has to bite the bullet, and if it ends with both of you getting the man you love back, does it really matter whether it was fair?”

Carlos squeezes his molars together. She isn’t wrong, necessarily, but that doesn’t mean he’s enjoying hearing it.

“It seems to me,” Nancy muses, “like you’ve already blinked, just by being here.”

“You asked me to come,” he mumbles. “Told me TK wanted me here.”

“I didn’t drag you in by your ear. You don’t always have to do what other people ask, you could’ve told me to tell him to go kick rocks. You’re here because you wanted to be here. Right?”

Sighing, Carlos rubs his hands over his face. In a voice that trembles, he admits, “I love him. I never stopped loving him.”

“He loves you back,” Nancy insists. “Trust me, okay? I’m not wrong about this.”

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2knightt · 11 months

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DOLL I NEED ANYTHING W SODA (anything tht ur heart desires loveee) 😍💞

↳can i get a kiss?₊˚✧

➬ sodapop x reader

a/n;HI LOVEEEEE OMFG<333 IM MAKING A FIC WHERE SODAPOP LEGIT FALLS INLOVE WITH READER BC I LOVE THOSE FICS

real hot day in oklahoma, you were almost melting.

you were gonna just, chill in your yard all day. no real plans, honestly.

you walked into the DX, hoping for at least a cold coke..or some chips. you couldn’t be that picky.

but when you walked in?? sodapop had fucking heart eyes. he almost started floating with harps playing in the background.

honestly, soda was hoping you’d be quick so you’d come to the register faster.

and luckily, you were.

grabbed your favourite drink and chips and you were done!

you walked to the register where you seen a really, really, cute dude working there.

“heyy!! is this all?”

“yeah.”

he asked—way to cheery for a job as a cash register in a place with no air conditioning.

when he finished ringing you up, you pulled out your wallet.

“hey, it’s on the house. okay?”

on the house?

huh, nice. you really can’t complain about free stuff.

“thank you, uh..”

you wanted to thank him personally, but you couldn’t.

he wasn’t wearing his name tag—nor did he introduce himself.

“sodapop!”

“huh?”

odd name, you thought.

your reaction only made him smile even wider, for some reason…

“that’s my real name! pretty cool, huh? what’s yours?”

“y/n. lovely to meet you, sodapop.”

you said, smiling and waving as a goodbye.

as soon as you left, sodapop went running to steve.

“DID YOU SEE THAT REALLY PRETTY GIRL?!”

“what?”

sodapop sighed and rolled his eyes at his best friends confusion.

“the girl that just came in.”

“oh—yeah i saw her, why?”

steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

“well—wasn’t she jus’ stunning?! her voice almost made me weak in the knees!”

sodapop cooed about the girl. steve just thought he was being weird and went back to work.

for the next few days, sodapop worked the register. he didn’t like it that much, he just hoped to see you again.

and his hoping actually got him somewhere.

you went back to the DX for a coke, that’s it.

when sodapop seen you walk in, he sprung up out of his bored, laidback attitude and put on a cheerful one.

“y/n, right? nice to see you again!”

he said, basically shouting.

his smile was so bright, it was almost blinding.

but seeing him so happy, made you happy too. and you didn’t know why..maybe it was because he was nice?

you couldn’t find an answer to your own questions.

“it’s free, again! well—maybe not.”

“what do you mean?”

you asked, gently.

what does he mean? maybe not? is it free or is it not?

“it’d be real nice if you..gave me your number in exchange..?”

he said, or almost asked. he said it in such an awkward tone, but with such a goofy grin on his face.

you thought sodapop was a real looker and to be honest, you were quite bored yourself.

“depends, you got a pen?”

the boy perked up—searching every inch of the table for a pen, and he luckily found one.

he handed the pen to you, showing you his palm.

you grasped the pen and wrote your number in red ink on his palm.

“thanks.”

you said, walking out.

but just as you left—you could’ve sworn you heard a bunch of screaming. like a celebration of some sorts.

may 30th, 2023. 5:00PM.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #i <3 crush fics

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bzjohndory · 4 months

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Starts the chewing process

#branch #trolls branch #brozone diner #branch gets babied #branch looks good in a white collar and tie #whaatttt who said that #trolls band together #im gonna be honest im running out of tags #hes just a guy

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deedala · 3 months

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🌝🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️🌞

happy wednesday!! i hope everyone has settled nicely into this january because holy crap its already halfway over!! thanks to @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @jrooc and @heymacy for helping me with the game this week (also consider yourselves tagged to play 😋)

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Name: deanna🌱

Age: noel-aged~

Location: ohio

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? seattle!!

📍whats the weather like there right now? cold but a bit warmer than here

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? i try so hard but i am a perpetual over-packer

📍are we taking a plane or a train? i would like to take the train please

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? hmmm early morning

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? putting on some CRJ - party for one to pump us up

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? if i could mix in my own oatmilk and creamer on the road i would say dunkin, but since i cant i gotta go with the bux 😔

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? oh we are late, im panicking, you're telling me to take an alprazolam, i am complying lol

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? i would *love* the window seat but i always psych myself out into needing to pee like every 20 minutes in confined spaces so...i'll just take the aisle seat 🤦‍♀️

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? watch a shoooow!

📍what are you reading/watching? i'm such a mood watcher, but i dunno i've been turning Psych on to play in the background lately so that i guess maybe lolol

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? i'm usually too anxious while traveling to sleep!

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? salty

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? god hotel please

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! i want a big fuckin loadsworth of french fries thanks

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and now i shall tag some nuggets to get this game going!! join us for travel day or just consider this tag an affectionate nose boop 💖 @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @suchagallabitch @tanktopgallavich @gallawitchxx @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @crossmydna @sam-loves-seb @the-rat-wins @thisdivorce @mickeysgaymom @transmickey @metalheadmickey @softmick @gardenerian @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @lingy910y @energievie @vintagelacerosette @palepinkgoat @lee-ow @ardent-fox @purplemagpie @thepupperino @milkmaidovich @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @howlinchickhowl @sleepyfacetoughguy @7x10mickey @themarchg1rl @auds-and-evens @tsuga-of-mars @scurvgirl @toddmccray and anyone else who wants to play -> @💟

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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heartbreak hotel. (k.sw, 18+)

» k.sunwoo x fem!reader » pretty much just smut + filth 👍 » language, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, semi-enemies to lovers » summary; you’re keen on playing the game with the expectation of winning against a man like kim sunwoo - someone rich and equally arrogant, who expects to have everything handed to him on a silver platter - but you both underestimated how well he plays and overestimated your ability to withstand what he throws your way. » wc; 11.6k

a/n; standing man emoji. that’s all. in honor of my queen melty sometimes i still hear her voice (affectionately screaming yelling and threatening me) also this was only one third of the original outline so im not saying more to come but... act surprised if more does come...

Tempo up and down like that, becoming honest This fading line between us, let’s tear it down Just acknowledge our feelings and take a step forward

» smut warnings; semi-public sex, protected piv, oral sex: m & f receiving, manual stimulation, grinding, edging, dirty talk, some degradation, petnames: doll, kitten, slut, big dick kink (almost), (slight) hair pulling, car sex (please always wear a seatbelt don’t do this...)

“Hey, mind grabbing that customer for me?”

All it takes is one glance down the line of the bar to understand why your coworker is requesting such a thing, but you can’t find yourself too enthused to take her up on the offer. A young man — probably early twenties and younger than you by at least a couple years — dressed to the nines in what you consider to be a rather run-down and dirty dive of a bar given his neatly crimped suit and pressed tie. Even the way he wears his hair with too much gel and carefully styled to only exposed half of his forehead seems to scream the phrase ‘I’m a douche, do not approach me!’, but alas you care for your coworker far too much for your own good and won’t turn her down even if the guy is a raging prick.

“Yeah, pop this drink over to Jerry for me, please?” You leave the drink in question beside her at the other side of the bar before wiping your palms down over your ratty apron and stepping over to the newcomer. “What can I get you?”

Instead of a response, or even a basic human acknowledgment, the kid lifts his hand and shows off the unmarred skin of his palm while typing away at his phone with his other one. It takes every bit of your willpower to not roll your eyes and snap right then and there, frankly, but the promise of tips and money far outweighs the desire to be an ass in return. You do bite into the inside of your cheek, however, in the hopes that it will keep your expression from showing too much annoyance when the man finally sets his phone down and glances up at you.

“Scotch on the rocks, top shelf stuff if you can manage it. I have a friend on the way too, get him a Mai Tai if you would, doll.” His gaze flits down to your shirt, scanning the little metal tag that has your name etched into it for a few seconds, but he’s looking back at your face moments later without any intention to address you by your proper name. “You can go now, that’s all.”

“Gonna need to see a license first.”

“I don’t have a license.”

“Then you can’t drink alcohol.” We have a kids’ menu crosses your mind too but you don’t dare say such a thing with other customers in close quarters.

“I have my identification card in my wallet, don’t be so huffy,” he huffs out as he twists at the waist to fish around in his suit pockets. He flashes the little card in your face to your dismay, and the birthdate does indeed confirm that he’s perfectly legal so you relent with a little sigh.

“Coming right out, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t make me wait too long.”

His looks are also a bit deceiving, it seems, because according to said card, he’s not nearly as young as you predicted him to be — twenty-three and turning twenty-four within the next few weeks — and it’s only disheartening because you can’t pin his attitude and demeanor on being an immature rich teen. You’ve dealt with enough of that type to at least know how to throw some harmless quips in their faces when they get a little too arrogant and dick-headed, but this one just seems to be the run-of-the-mill rich ass who thinks he’s got plenty of better things to do than be kind to the people serving him. Setting the pair of drinks down before him on the counter doesn’t even earn you a thank you, let alone any sort of attention in the slightest even as you inform him that the brand of scotch you’ve given him is the best of the best and ready to put a proper dent in any average man’s wallet. He barely blinks at the information.

“How bad is he?” Your coworker asks as you move back to wipe down your hands.

“Not nearly as bad as I imagined. Just the rich kind of asshole.”

Yuna shakes her head ever so slightly, letting brown hair fall from her bun to frame her pretty face. She’s still new to both the area and the job, especially compared to the several years you have under your belt being here, but she has managed to go above and beyond all your other coworkers (even the ones you’ve got on with for years). You don’t doubt that she could easily handle some tougher customers and still manage to get a pretty tip out of them but you’d feel a bit awful throwing her to the wolves when she directly asks you for help the way she did.

“Those are the worst ones, aren’t they?”

You hum your approval and glance back over your shoulder. The seat next to the man is now occupied by another body, someone of similar build and age to him it seems but you’re still required to do your job even if you have an inkling that he’s of age. Pushing yourself back to that edge of the bar, you plaster a little grin on your lips before speaking to either man.

“May I see your ID before you drink, sir?”

“Oh! Of course, yeah, just one second!” At least this one is far friendlier than the first, despite wearing a similar suit and tie. He flashes a license in your direction, and your eyes gravitate to the birth year and nothing else as usual.

“Perfect, thank you.”

He returns your grin with one of his own. You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you turn around to glance over the rest of the bar. Either your standards have dipped considerably low or you were simply that put off by his less than stellar companion to a point where you find the other’s kindness that palatable.

The next few hours pass in a flash as the bulk of your clientele come through for happy hour, and you don’t have time to catch your breath so thinking about a rich prick and his hot friend is out of the question entirely. That is until the end of the rush when you have to go back over to that area of the bar when one of them waves you down.

“Refill and a water, if you would.” His tone is nothing short of demanding, and even his friend has the decency to offer you a sympathetic glance in the face of his friend’s shortness.

“I’ll take a water as well, please,” he enunciates his gratitude that way despite the way the man at his side promptly ignores you before you’ve even stepped away. You return his smile with one of your own as though to say that it’s entirely fine and nothing out of the ordinary for a job such as this one. Still, the little bits of kindness you do receive throughout long and grueling shifts like this one are few and far between so it’s nice to have some of that, especially from a handsome face. A job’s a job at the end of the day, a way to make a living and get money, and while you don’t have the most groundbreaking paychecks to bring home to you and your pet betta fish Earl, it’s a living nonetheless. The work can be unforgiving at times, sure, yet you still keep coming back because you do enjoy it. Maybe one day you’ll have to move off to a different job, a different place, but for now, you get to enjoy how things are. It makes having to deal with that one rude customer for the rest of the night much easier when you think about it like that, at least.

That and the fact that when he slams his black card down on the bar counter at the end of the night for both him and his friendly companion, you get to take it back to the register and feel unadulterated glee when the payment refuses to process. Three attempts on the chip reader and two backup swipes to check that it isn’t just a faulty reader later, you’re walking back to the pair at the end of the bar with a bitten-back grin.

“Sorry sir, but your payment’s been declined. Do you have a different card you can use to pay?”

“Declined?” He sounds positively scandalized, which you’re sure is utterly humiliating for a man like him. “For fuck’s sake…”

“Did he cut you off again? Jesus man, that’s the third time this mon—”

“Yeah, I fucking know, Juyeon!”

“Here, I’ve got it covered. You’ll just owe me next time, Kim.” The man — Juyeon, as he appears to be called — pulls his own wallet back out and slides a more modest and normal-looking credit card across the counter to you. The apologetic smile paints his lips yet again, his companion snatching back his precious yet defunct black card from your fingers. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“No worries. I’ll be right back.”

True to your word, you only disappear for a minute this time around as there are no further issues with Juyeon’s card.

“Is it alright if we hang around a bit and nurse our waters?” he inquires when you return his card to his possession.

“Sure, go on ahead! If you decide you want anything else to drink, just flag down a worker!”

“Ah, if I—” he chokes on nothing but saliva a second later before the words can get out, and you pass a worried glance over at him from where you were trying to make a speedy getaway. “Um… sorry, if I want to have you wait on us again, who — who should I ask for?”

“Oh?” You blink at his wide brown eyes for a moment without really processing the request. “Oh! Oh, um, okay — uh, just ask for Y/n. But I’ll be on break for the next thirty minutes or so…” His companion releases a snort, and you’re certain that if you glanced over at him now you’d find the man rolling his eyes back into his head.

“Y/n? Perfect, will do.” He passes a smile your way that shows the pretty expanse of his white grin, and you find yourself a little too flustered to do anything other than nod awkwardly and step away from the bar counter.

“Yuna, I’m gonna take my break now,” you say through a sigh, hands already reaching around your back to tug at your apron. As lovely as it is to be propositioned by hot customers, you typically don’t find it in good taste to engage in that sort of behavior back when you’re on the clock. Maybe, however, you’re a bit hopeful that said man will see you stepping away from the counter for a bit and find an opportunity there for him to take advantage of. If not, then c'est la vie and so be it.

It’s a great pleasure though when stepping into the hallway where the single-stall bathrooms reside has you greeting said man the moment you come back from dropping your apron in the back. He’s leaned up against the wall with arms crossed over his chest, and he’s abandoned the black suit jacket he had been wearing at the bar minutes ago to leave him in a simple form-fitting dress shirt alongside his slacks.

“Maybe I’m being a bit presumptuous but…?” Slowly, he pulls his arms down and offers a cheeky shrug coupled with a half-grin. You hum and smile back, not giving him the pleasure of seeing anything more than a thin-lipped smirk as you reach to grab him by the silk tie hanging about his neck.

“I’ll give you twenty minutes.”

“Perfect.”

You hook him into the ladies’ room solely because you noticed few women in the bar tonight, and you ought to manage to go undisturbed for a bit if you’re really lucky. He’s smothering you the moment you get the door closed behind you, hands on your body and lips seeking yours as you flip the lock and secure it into place. The touch is messy at best — clashing teeth and a quick press of his tongue against yours without any preamble — and while you understand his rush, you think he’s doing a shit job at getting you riled up with how he’s nearly biting through your tongue instead of simple teasing. You’re the one who tries to guide the pace back down to something more manageable and enjoyable for the both of you, but Juyeon inches his body closes to yours and nudges the bulge in his slacks against your inner thigh with no intention of slowing down.

“I’d love to have that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, Y/n. Care to spoil me a little?”

You nearly scoff. It’s a wonder you thought he was that much better than his friend, but it seems as though all rich kids like them think the same. Still, you have no qualms with what he’s asking for even though you know it means he won’t be making any effort to get you off with how little time you have together.

Your fingers hook into his dress shirt, and you spin with enough momentum to get his back to slam into the door in a flip of your positions that has you pressing him up against the surface now.

“Fuck.”

A little hum slips free of your lips in response, one that’s accompanied by fluttering lashes and a coy gleam in your eyes as you sink down to your knees against the cool tiled floor. A few strands of gelled hair fall in front of his eyes when he tilts his chin down to gaze upon you in your new position.

“Just like that, pretty girl, pull my cock out, yeah?” He brings a large, veiny hand around the side of your head to tangle in your hair. You preoccupy yourself with tugging his belt free and once that’s out of the way, you go a bit above and beyond with the seduction factor by taking his zipper between your teeth and pulling it down, nose brushing into where his length sits trapped behind black underwear. “Come on, lemme fuck your mouth.” Crude, but you aren’t sure why you expected anything else. He seems entirely uninterested in your ideas of foreplay, however, do you decide to go on and forgo them by doing what he’s asking you to instead.

Slipping his member free of both pants and underwear, you waste no time in taking the tip between your lips, letting your tongue rest along the underside for only a few seconds before taking him deeper. It earns you a soft groan and matching thud as he seems to let his head fall back against the door in light pleasure. You wouldn’t say you’re known for your mind-blowing oral skills or being terribly enthusiastic without ample buildup, but the hasty noises of his pleasure give you enough of a confidence boost to get you dragging your tongue over his length as you sink deep enough to have his cockhead pressing into your throat. Swallowing there, you pull him all the way into your mouth, nose pressing into the neatly trimmed hairs around his base, before starting to find a steady rhythm to your bobs. Despite his hand being firmly placed in your hair, he makes no effort to guide your movements or fuck your face, which you’re a tad grateful for because you have to go back to work after this and don’t want to look like you’ve had your throat fucked raw the rest of the night.

Not the kind of fun you were hoping for, all in all, especially not as you pull off his cock less than three minutes later because he’s nearing his high. You lean to the side to grab a paper towel before he can blow his load all over your face — or worse, your clothes — and the moment you cover his member, he cums into the towel with a bitten back groan and hand still threaded through your hair to the point where it’s leaving a painful sting. The perk to him cumming so early, you suppose, means that there’s still time left for him to return the favor. At least, that’s what you thought just before turning around after throwing out the soiled paper towel to find Juyeon pulling his pants up and resituating his belt and clothes without so much as glancing in your direction.

“Thanks, pretty girl. You’re not half bad.” He winks but the gesture is more sleazy than actually attractive. You can do nothing but blink back at him as though too stunned to even speak. When he reaches for the lock, you finally do scoff and find it in you to speak.

“What? Not gonna return the favor?”

He shifts enough to glance at you over his shoulder. His bewildered expression shows that that’s a thought that never even crossed his mind.

“Why should I?”

And with that, he’s flipping the lock and stepping out of the bathroom without saying anything further.

“All the fucking same,” you mutter to yourself, kicking at the edge of the door with your foot until it snaps shut again.

There’s a headache beginning to form in your temple, one that persists even after your break ends and you get back to your shift once more. Neither Juyeon nor his prick of a companion is at the bar when you return, and your only solace is that you most likely won’t have to see either one of them for the rest of your life if you’re really lucky. That fact alone nearly makes you tell Yuna all about it on the spot but you decide it’s best to preserve what’s left of your dignity by pushing the thought of both men into the back of your mind for the rest of the night.

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To your credit, you don’t see Juyeon again after that night.

The more unfortunate issue is that his friend has started becoming something of a regular in the bar, and he always manages to come whenever your shifts are going. Twice a week, eight o’clock on the dot, usually Tuesdays and Fridays. The situation would likely be entirely fine if not for the fact that he always sits on your side of the bar and asks to have you wait on him every time he’s there.

You maintain a semi-friendly front to the best of your ability, and while some of that is genuine (you’re at least grateful he never asks about Juyeon even though he most definitely knows about your rendezvous with his friend in the bathroom), the majority of it is the customer-service worker in you that wants to avoid issue.

It’s one of those said nights — a Friday this time — that he comes in dressed in his usual suit and tie regalia, only this time he has a woman on his arm. She’s dressed equally as fancy as he is, wearing a slinky black dress that leaves little to the imagination. You wait over by his end of the bar with a smile already plastered across your lips before the pair even sits down.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted your usual, but it seems you’ve mixed things up for once.” Upon closer inspection, he’s simply wearing a silk vest under his blazer, a silver chain hanging down where his tie would normally be, and the outfit seems to almost intentionally match his companion’s.

“Ah, no, I’ll still have a scotch on the rocks. To—”

“Top shelf stuff, yup. We just got a new batch I can break open for you. And for you, ma’am?”

“Hm, just a martini.” He doesn’t have the decency to pull a stool out for her, but luckily she doesn’t make to sit down right away either. Instead, she sets her little black bag down atop the cushion and lingers behind the stool. “Is it alright if I run to the restroom first?”

“Go on ahead.” His gaze lingers for no more than two seconds when he sends her off; in fact, the way he pulls his gaze back down to the bar counter is almost hasty. Your curious stare must linger a little longer than necessary because he snaps his chin up to connect sharp eye contact that has you spinning on your own heel and heading back to start their drinks. It’s none of your business, honestly and truly, but one of the perks to this line of work is the subtle allowance for being nosy, and you find yourself curious nonetheless.

As it turns out, you get the pair’s drinks done and ready before the woman returns from her trip to the bathroom, and her companion — whose name you have yet to learn even after several weeks of serving him — barely bats an eye when you set the drinks down before him on the bar. His gaze is instead glued to the glowing screen of his phone, thumb pressed against the side of the screen as he seemingly scrolls without thought. You don’t bother making any sort of snide comment despite the urge to; you doubt he would even make an effort to look up from his phone if you did. It’s a slow night for once, however, which means that you spend more time lingering around the counter on your own rather than serving customer after customer. Even with some of your regulars pulling you into conversations here and there, you have fairly little to keep you occupied beyond people watching (ie watching this new regular and his date barely interact or speak for the next forty-five minutes).

He waves you down right as the clock hits nine o’clock, almost like he was counting the seconds until the hour came around. You take the black card he extends in your direction without thought and pass a slightly sympathetic smile to his date when she glances up with a rather defeated expression painting her pretty features.

It’s only poetic that you have the same issue that you had the very first time he came to this bar. Two attempts at the chip reader leave you helpless and with a declined card yet again, and you give one desperate swipe in the hopes that a miracle will strike but it’s to no avail.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you catch sight of the girl’s downcast eyes and her companion’s flat, unreadable face. You could easily return to him and humiliate him by passing the card back and telling him it’s been declined again. You would have no issue doing that if it were just him present, but your heart goes out to his date because the humiliation would bleed to her shoulders too. When she’s already having such a god-awful night as it is, you think you would much rather avoid that sort of issue altogether. So, against better judgment, you clear the register and pen yourself a reminder to fulfill the bill on your own card at the end of your shift. He only bought two drinks tonight, and although one of them had a heftier price tag, you have enough of a cushion in your bank account to spot the payment just this once. When you walk back to where the two are sitting, you swallow involuntarily to keep the lump in your throat down.

“Receipt?” You ask out of pure instinct despite knowing the answer.

“Not needed.” He takes the card out of your hands before you can even extend it in his general direction.

“Of course. Have a nice night.” Your words are moreso directed at the girl, but he doesn’t need to know the difference.

You are in the middle of reaching for their empty glasses when she clears her throat out of the blue, whipping her chin up and looking to her side with none of the earlier warmth that she entered with in her gaze.

“I’ll head out first. Thanks for the drink.”

That’s all the effort she spares on him, tone so icy that even you feel awkward just standing close enough to hear it, but you can’t find it in you to blame her for being so cold when he treated her with equal distaste. It’s only when she steps out of the bar that you decide to say something.

“You could’ve at least spoken to the poor girl.”

“Why? I hardly wanted to bring her along.”

Your frown turns into a deep scowl, but the man doesn’t look at you long enough to see your expression shift.

“Ah, right. Forgot how you rich folk work. Did daddy dearest set you up to close out a business deal or something else that’s equally ridiculous? In my eyes, she gets the short end of the stick being treated more like a bargaining chip than a human being.”

“Did you also consider the possibility that I am the bargaining chip rather than her?”

Given her nerves at the beginning of the night, you find yourself doubting such a thing.

“Shouldn’t I get a say in what I want too?” he continues, leaning forward on his elbows against the bar counter. There’s a certain edge to his tone that sharply contrasts the little glint in his eyes that shows he’s taking this exchange with a grain of salt.

“Okay then, what is it you want?” you fire back, hoping that your response is enough to make him flatline and wave you off. It’s just your luck when that isn’t how he reacts in the slightest. No, instead, he leans further across the counter in such a way that makes the deep vee of his satin vest fall lower and tease the tanned skin underneath. The silver pendant hanging around his neck dangles to the point of distraction, making your gaze drop to follow the movement only to get caught staring directly into that exposed skin. Full lips grin wide at you.

“Isn’t it only natural that I crave you more than anything else?”

“Right, and I want a million dollars. But I work in a bar instead. Can’t we be realistic?”

“Send me the bank details and I’ll have it deposited by morning.”

“With what? Your fancy little black card? By the way, daddy cut you off again and that dumb thing declined a second time. You’re lucky I had enough pity on your date to not humiliate her by announcing that her rich date couldn’t pay for one measly drink.” In hindsight, you wish you had led with that because it has him both stunned into silence and a bit flustered on top of that. He sucks in a sharp breath that almost hurts to listen to before reaching down into his pocket and pulling the same wallet as before out.

“I have cash on me, how much was it?”

“Fifty-eight. Your date was a lot cheaper than you.”

He forks over the money with an ease that isn’t all too surprising given how well off he is and how willing he is to drop fifty bucks on a drink multiple times a week. Still, you double-check the bills with a furrowed brow.

“This is… way too much money.”

“Well, it includes a tip.” He waves his hand at the wad of cash sitting in your palm like it’s nothing, but even so, he has never been so generous in his tips before tonight. A thought hits you as he blinks up at you with wide, expectant eyes.

“You can keep your money if you think I’m gonna sleep with you for a nice tip.” You pull the extra bills out, lip curling as disgust creeps up your spine, and toss them onto the counter without sparing him a glance.

“How much would it take for you to give me a chance then?”

“I’m not some — that’s not the kind of job I work. It’s not some pay-to-win game where the prize is a night in bed with me. I don’t even know your name.”

“You carded me.” The man says that like it’s supposed to change the fact and like he can’t possibly believe you wouldn’t have remembered his name from such a quick glance over his id.

“I don’t typically look at names; only birthdays. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Sunwoo. Kim Sunwoo, that is.” The belated introduction comes with a half grin that looks more uncomfortable than natural.

“Lovely to put a name to a regular’s face, thanks, but I’m still not keen on accepting that money from you.”

“Didn’t my companion tip you well after you snuck off to the bathroom with him the first time I was here?”

Your expression goes from shocked to horrified in a record-breaking amount of time, mostly because rather than wearing a stupid smirk or having a teasing lilt to his tone, Kim Sunwoo seems genuinely curious about the matter.

“He left me high and dry and without any sort of tip, so no. Your friend did nothing of the sort,” you spit back, perhaps a little too passionately in retrospect. “But I expect nothing less from the likes of you. Rich pricks with nothing better to do than take advantage of people poorer and less well off than you for some form of sick enjoyment, I suppose? I looked an idiot thinking he’d have some decency. I’m shocked he didn’t run back to you and tell you all about his spoils and fun.”

“He’s hardly someone I’d call a friend so no, we don’t exactly exchange stories like that.”

There’s a little lull in your conversation then, one that lets you pull away from the conversation almost naturally, and you find a decent excuse to not return to Sunwoo’s side of the bar by tending to a customer on the other end. It’s nearing the end of your shift anyway, so you won’t need to bother with entertaining the guy for much longer. You half-expect him to disappear and leave while you have your back turned; however, every time you turn around, your gaze flits over to where he sits and finds him still seated in the exact same spot. His dark eyes find yours each time, and your embarrassment amplifies more and more as it continues to happen. You hate to give anyone the pleasure of digging their way under your skin, yet all it took for Sunwoo to do it was a well-placed jab and a reminder of the shameful situation you’ve been trying to put out of your mind for the past several weeks.

You consider it a small win when Yuna finally comes to relieve you and you step out from behind the counter without speaking to the man again. It’s a short-lived victory, unfortunately, because rounding the corner to head to the break room where all the belongings that you brought with you to work leads you to find Sunwoo leaned up against the wall rather than at his seat at the bar.

“I’m off the clock now so customer service is out the window.”

“I don’t intend on asking you for a drink back here.”

“Then what exactly is it you want from me? I already said I’m not interested.”

“I’m not used to not getting what I want, I’ll be honest.”

“Oh, that much is glaringly apparent.” You nudge your way past him to reach the door to the back, but Sunwoo leans forward a little to block your path.

“What if I said I could do better than the last guy?”

“Then I’d call you a fool again.”

“You never know unless you try.”

“And risk getting humiliated and playing right into your hand? I know what game you’re playing, Mr. Kim. I’m afraid I don’t want to let you win it either. Maybe you should have given your date a better chance.”

“Could I at least have your phone number? You can block me at any time if you don’t wanna play anymore. I won’t even get a new number to try to contact you if you do!”

You spin on your heel partially out of sheer disbelief but also because you really want to see the expression on this guy’s face when he’s saying something so antagonistic. To no one’s surprise, he’s smiling back at you like a cheeky bastard. Backing down now would be the easier, simpler option. You’re well aware of that. But the more stubborn part of you would really love to play into what he wants if only to come out on top, the part of you that wants to prove a point — you’re dumb enough to believe that you can hold out against a serial player and beat him at his own game.

“Fine. But if I want out then that’s it.”

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rich prick: ur working tonight right?

me: why are you asking exactly?

rich prick: need to know whether i wear my sexy black shirt or just go with a vest for you to look down again :p

me: …two seconds from blocking you

rich prick: ohh should i dress casual? how about a crop top? you wouldn’t be able to see very well with the bar in the way but i wouldn’t want to distract you during work hours anyway ^^

Three weeks later, you’re certain that you have made a grave and irreversible mistake that there is no coming back from. Because as incessant as Kim Sunwoo can be at the bar, you have learned that he likes to be even more insufferable over text. He always texts for meaningless conversations that you know are just attempts to get under your skin, but your already-short patience can’t tolerate his teasing for more than a few minutes at a time. Mostly because you have already made peace with the fact that you are fighting an uphill battle that you’re losing dramatically.

You don’t have an edge on the guy — nothing to put you over him or win you any points. Because, without fail, each time you try to throw the cards back in his face, he manages to flip it around on you.

Make a comment about his dick probably being small? He pins you down with the oh so you’ve been thinking about it already?

Tell him too much confidence isn’t that appealing? He hits you with a and you have yet to block me.

You even went so far as to tell him that he needs a girl to put him in his place, and his response was to insinuate that you could dominate him any day of the week if that’s what it took to please you.

In all of your (misplaced) wisdom, you imagined it would be quick and easy to disarm a guy like him, but here you are weeks later glaring at the door you know he’s about to step through waiting to lose another game to him. it is entirely unfortunate that he looks right at you upon stepping into the building, and you’re caught spinning around to not look so expectant.

“Is it a slow night or do I suspect that you were waiting on me, doll?” His voice reaches your ears moments later, and you huff out an unamused little laugh before deciding to face him for real. Thankfully, he decided not to be entirely insane and wear a crop top or something equally ridiculous (read: distracting) — just a simple suit with a proper shirt underneath. He resituates the collar upon sitting down at the bar counter, popping two buttons free and letting a bit of skin shine through. If you didn’t know better, you would assume it’s simply hot outside and he’s doing it to cool off, but you’ve found yourself far too acquainted with his games these days and that means you know the exact reason behind his actions. Rather than giving him the pleasure of seeing you sweat, you push a glass down in front of him, one with a sphere of ice in the center, and showcase the bottle in your hand.

“Someone just had me crack this open. Will you be having it tonight by chance?” Not entirely the truth because that customer left nearly forty minutes ago and you were keeping an eye on the clock to gauge when Sunwoo would be coming in, but he doesn’t need to know any of that.

“Of course, you know my order by now, don’t you?”

It is a rather slow night, mostly because it’s a Tuesday and that’s far from your busiest day of the week. That’s the sole reason why you’re allowing Sunwoo to have even this much of your attention, along with the extra insurance of having a coworker on the other end of the counter chatting up some other customers.

Sunwoo levels you with a stare as you pour his drink. You try to ignore it to the best of your ability, but the heat of his gaze lingers even when you turn to put the bottle back on the shelf behind you.

“Did you get all dolled up just for me?”

You hesitate where you’re stretched up on your tiptoes to cast a glance back at the man over your shoulder.

“Do you think you’re really worth that effort?”

“That all depends on whether you want me to have you or not.”

You neglect to respond until you have the liquor firmly placed back safely on the shelf — it’s probably worth more than you are and you don’t want that put on a damages tab of any sort — then smooth down the front of your apron. You didn’t put any special effort into what you’re wearing, even if Sunwoo thinks otherwise. There’s a limited selection of clothes you can wear to work, and because you are dramatically lazy during the weekend, you neglected to wash the jeans you typically wear on Tuesdays. The only other option you had was the pleated black skirt that hugs your waist now, and while it’s not riding up your ass and showing anything unprofessional, Sunwoo has a way of seeing exactly what he wants to see. So of course, he would flatter himself with the thought that you chose the outfit specifically for him.

“Are you drinking alone tonight, or can I expect another failed date to come through?”

“Ha ha,” Sunwoo accentuates the forced laugh with a small roll of his eyes. You take innate pleasure in irking him even a tiny bit. “I’m free for the night for once. When does your shift end?”

“I get off early tonight because my manager is bringing in someone new to train. He like doing all the training himself so I get to leave in thirty minutes rather than in four hours.”

Sunwoo nods, fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he purses his lips. No words leave his mouth, however, and you’re left to piece together what his expression means in lieu of hearing another teasing remark. You don’t need to think too deeply about it if you’re being perfectly honest because the implication is there — the inquiry about whether he’ll have a guest, him asking about your shift, the subtle yet very obvious pokes around the same bush that leave you wondering how the night might end. You think he knows as well as you do that you’re fighting a losing battle, so truly it’s only a matter of time and whether he moves the right pieces into place. Rather than speaking just yet, however, he passes a little grin your way before lifting his glass to his full lips.

“Don’t let me get in your way for those last thirty minutes then,” he says, tone something low and borderline sinful. “I can gladly wait my turn.”

You suck your lower lip into your mouth to keep from smiling back.

The next thirty minutes pass in a blur of soap and water solely because you finish out your shift by cleaning the dishes thanks to the lack of customers. It keeps you busy and away from Sunwoo, leaving the man to Yuna while you carry out your work duties with no distractions from said man. Without you needing to return to the counter, you fully expect the night to end without another word from him.

It’s a slight disappointment when you leave through the side door after your shift officially ends without even a text from the man. It feels a bit like a repeat of what happened with his friend that first day you met him, albeit with a few key differences. It would be quite the blow to your ego if these weeks of playing into his hand ended without any sort of physical gratification, and if you were to lose so spectacularly here and now, you imagine Sunwoo would be more than happy to lord that over you.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?”

You glance up from your phone in search of the offending voice, and your glare settles on the exact man you were just thinking of moments prior.

“What I supposed to be waiting for you?” you ask in return, prompting him to peel himself away from the sleek black luxury car he’s leaned against to stand at his full height.

“I believe we had something of a mutual understanding in there but…” he trails off in favor of smiling over at you. With one hand, he gestures over his shoulder and tilts his chin a bit in question. “You could always prove me wrong and head home on your own.” You regard both the man and the car behind him with as little interest as you can feign at the moment, but you imagine that your fate is already perfectly sealed with no mystery about whether you’ll take him up on his offer or not. “I didn’t magically get my license either, but the backseat does have a lovely partition that offers quite a bit of privacy.”

“It sounds to me like you’re making quite a few presumptions, Sunwoo.”

His grin extends as he pops the door to the backseat open.

“After you, doll.”

You take the bait for precisely what it is and without a further fight, stepping into his space and laying a hand atop the edge of the door. As you lower yourself into the vehicle, your fingers brush past where his linger. It’s the first contact of the night, as well as the first bit of physical teasing you’ve managed to pull off with him. It’s awfully difficult to ‘accidentally’ brush hands or nudge into his personal space with your job and the distance between your end of the bar counter and his, so getting to ease into it now adds a layer of excitement to the already overflowing cup of anticipation in your gut. He shuts the door once you’re safely seated inside, leaving you to glance forward at the clear partition separating the front seat from the back where you now sit. There’s a dainty black curtain covering half the transparent material, and it in turn shrouds your view of the driver in the front seat.

“Doesn’t your driver need to know where he’s going before he takes off anywhere?” you inquire when the door opposite yours pulls open.

“Someone seems to be in quite the rush.”

“You forget that I’m the one at your mercy right now, Sunwoo.”

“Oh hardly, kitten. If I wanted you at my mercy, our positions would be much different.” He settles into the leather seat and snaps the car door shut with a little huff of laughter. Seconds later, he’s leaning forward and shifting the curtain to expose the driver to your eyes, knocking on the surface until the man in the front rolls the partition down enough to hear better. “Please escort us to this fair lady’s residence.” Sunwoo shifts to glance back at you, gaze almost expectant as he nods towards the driver. You recite your address without much thought. Against what is likely better judgment, you find yourself trusting your companion enough to not behave out of turn; if he really did have nefarious intentions with you, you imagine he would’ve acted on those desires a long while ago and not stuck around to play this game with you for as long as he has.

When the partition rolls back up, Sunwoo tugs the curtain back into place and once again shrouds the front end of the car from view. Soft music is filtering through the speakers but it acts as nothing more than white noise once Sunwoo settles his gaze on you.

“You can almost taste the tension, can’t you?” he remarks through a grin. His gaze is nearly lidded thanks to the purely sinful way he’s staring over at you, and you find yourself feeding right into his palm without much effort.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it and get it over with.” You hardly feel a thing when the car begins to move, although all your focus and attention has shifted towards the man on your left who now leans across the middle seat to press closer to your body.

“Ah, that’s how you imagined this going?” A laugh leaves him, but this time it’s full-bodied and swamped with mirth. “That’s not at all how I intended to have you, doll.”

“Are you trying to prove a point? Is that it? Make me think you’re any different than the next rich prick who wants to bang me?” You twist at the waist to better look at him.

“I doubt I have to make you think one way or another. If I’m going to have you, Y/n, I simply wish to make certain you are left satisfied and feel the full extent of pleasure with me. Is that such a crime?” He leans further into your space until he’s close enough to cascade hot breath over your neck and down the front of your shirt. And almost like a woman possessed, you find yourself shifting to accommodate his weight against your body, drawing a leg up onto the seat and all but granting him passage between your legs as he brushes his nose into the underside of your jaw. “I hardly wish to simply fuck you and get it over with, but if you wish to believe that of me, I’ll take it as a challenge to prove you wrong.”

“And if I said I wanted it hard and fast?”

“Oh, I can be a little mean, a little rough, if that’s what you like. But only if that’s what you like, doll. Tell me what kind of slut you are, and I’ll pace myself according to your desires. I get off to seeing a pretty girl falling apart over me, so it’s a win-win situation for me.” He’s inches away from your lips now, each word pushing more of his heated breath into your parted lips in a way that feels far too lascivious for the lack of privacy you two have. Just past the partition sits a man who is essentially a total stranger, and all that separates you is a partition wall and a tiny black curtain to shroud your activities from view. He must notice the way you glance from his face to said wall a few times as your thoughts go back and forth because he leans back just enough to look over in the same direction. “You can stay quiet, can’t you, kitten?”

Your close proximity leaves no room to hide from his sharp gaze. Ducking your chin to the side only acts as a dead giveaway when he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Ah, unless you want to be a bit naughty? I can accommodate that as well if you wish.”

With a little surge of confidence (and perhaps a tiny dabble of audacity to match), you reach out and snatch Sunwoo, fingers pressing into his cheeks and digging against the sharp curve of his jawline.

“If you wish to do something here and now, then I suggest you hurry because my apartment isn’t more than fifteen minutes from the bar by bus.”

His eyes flick over your features before the realization settles in, and you end up having to be the one to close the gap between your mouths regardless because of that moment of hesitation. Finally feeling his lips atop yours provides almost paramount gratification for all these weeks of intense teasing — keeping each other at arm’s length just enough to make you go mad with desire despite the simplicity of your game — and your only saving grace is that he seems just as desperate to have more once he gets that first taste.

He presses up against your body with almost blind fervor, hands securing on your hips as his tongue breaches your lips and dives deeper for more. You allow him that much and push him back to find a better position for the both of you. He drags a hand around to your back then and coaxes your legs to part around his hips until you’re straddled across his lap. With the leverage comes a bit of power too as you can better push him into the seat and drive the kiss with your tongue fighting back against his now. He maintains his hold on your back but his other hand draws forward and lower, slipping down beneath the line of your skirt to seek something else. You expect that touch to come almost immediately but he stalls just enough to catch you off-guard. All it takes is two fingers and a touch so faint that it sends shivers down your spine to have you curling up against his body. It also elicits a quiet gasp from your lips that he swallows as the control falls back into his hands.

You have nowhere to ground yourself but his shoulders. Blunt nails dig into the fabric of his suit jacket, and when that fails to give you the satisfaction you’re after, you slip your hands under both jacket and shirt to settle against his heated skin as he dares to dig into your folds a bit more. He doesn’t breach your underwear yet, keeping himself restrained to just nudging at your cunt through the fabric. The pleasure you derive from the simple touch is borderline humiliating, only deterred by the sloppiness of your tongue against his.

More, you think but he keeps you from voicing that thought with the way his mouth keeps seeking yours when you try to pull back for breath. His persistence leaves you a little dazed, a little dizzy, and when he finally does let you gasp for air, it’s the same moment that he decides to push you down against the line of seats with his body draped heavily over yours. The angle is awkward at best with one of his arms still pressed between the two of you, and you have to let one leg fall over the edge of the seats just to accommodate the position, but it also lets you feel the rather prominent bulge at the front of his pants against the inside of your knee. In a move that’s more subconscious than an entirely purposeful one, you press into the bulge of his half-hard cock just to get a reaction out of the man. He rewards you kindly with a moan that’s barely bitten back at the last second, but then he’s dipping his fingers past the hem of your panties and finally dragging through your wet folds with more direct purpose. You curl your leg in with the first brush against your clit, and Sunwoo seizes it as an opportunity to push down hard atop your thigh, grinding his clothed erection into it. He draws a moan from his own mouth with the action, one that you swallow down with another kiss. The thought of where you are almost escapes you, along with the fact that you aren’t entirely alone, so as much as you wish to fully lose yourself in the feeling of his finger pushing into your pussy, you don’t let your sounds go beyond his lips.

“God, I wanna fuck you,” Sunwoo hisses against your mouth. He digs a second digit alongside the first and stretches your walls open a bit wider.

“N-Not without protection,” you reply, albeit through stuttered breaths and gritted teeth.

“Mm, what? Don’t want me to soil your pretty little cunt with my cock? Spoil you for anyone else who wants to fuck you?” Your head tips back at the next sensation to course through your body, and Sunwoo takes advantage of that moment of weakness to dip his mouth down to your neck. You truly do forget where you are in that split second, when he sucks your flesh between his lips and drags his teeth across your skin, and the next sound to leave your lips is anything but quiet. “See now when you make noises like that, how am I supposed to not want to ruin you for everyone else? Makes me wanna pump you full of my cum and plug you up nice and good. Could make you sloppy seconds for anyone else who wants to have you.”

You reach around the back of Sunwoo’s head, tangling your fingers through his hair just to ground yourself as he curls his fingers deep inside your cunt. He drags the tip of his thumb over your clit with the same monotonous rhythm that builds in pace as he grows almost insistent, and the jerks of his hips follow along almost as though he’s imagining the feeling of truly fucking you with the lewd movements. You sink your teeth into your lower lip as a whimper threatens to slip out. Just having one hand on him isn’t enough to quell your desires, not until you have your other arm braced around his shoulders and holding his body against yours.

“Let me have a taste,” he growls against your neck, and the low gravelly tone of his voice sends a little surge of vibrations through you. It sinks the anchor of desire further in your stomach. You guide him lower between your legs with a sort of urgency that’s nearly humiliating, yet given how he stares up at your face from where he’s now eye level with the skirt that’s ridden up your thighs, you imagine he’s in the same state himself.

Cold air brushes over your cunt for only but a moment before Sunwoo is panting hot breath over your folds. His fingers linger inside you as he takes his first sweet taste of you — a long and purposeful lick that moves from where his hand sits up to your clit then back down to your hole, and your thighs tremble with the gentle teasing.

“You look so pretty and needy for me, kitten. How could anyone not want to see you writhing in pleasure under them?” The little jab at his ‘friend’ doesn’t slip past your notice, but you don’t make any effort to swing for the ball he’s just thrown your way. Now that you have him, you want to have him in his entirety. Should the chance fall into your lap again, maybe then you’ll want to play around a bit more, but now isn’t the time for that. All you can do to make that known to him is push down with the hand you still have wrapped up in his hair. The slope of his nose meets your clit, and he dips his tongue between your walls, more than eager to listen to your silent demands. Your thighs draw up to close around his head as the stimulation reaches a mounting pleasure. Yet just as you feel yourself right at the edge of an orgasm, the feeling evaporates entirely, and your walls squeeze tight around his fingers. A quiet chuckle follows, and he draws his face up to meet your heated gaze, letting the orgasm fall away before you can delight in it.

“You sick bastard,” comes your choked-out jab that sounds almost like a sob given the way you’re gasping for breath.

“Wanna feel how tight your pussy gets when you’re cumming on my cock, princess. Don’t hold it against me.” Sunwoo pushes up on the seat until he’s on his knees, hands quickly moving down to mess with the button of his slacks.

You would move to help him if he hadn’t just ripped such a sweet orgasm out from under you, but it also gives you the chance to sit back and enjoy the view as he nudges his pants and underwear down just enough to pull his rather sizable length out. Just the first glance almost has you abandoning your ploy to crawl forward and take him into your mouth because he’s more than a little gifted with a pretty face and equally pretty dick. Long, not overly thick but enough to make you salivate, and fully erect to the point of showing off — you push yourself up onto your elbows and blink from his cock to his smug little expression that all but announces your interest in every bit of him.

“Wish I could fuck you now but,” Sunwoo hesitates and exhales slowly, hands moving around your legs to grip your thighs where they meet your hips, “I think I can rile you up just fine by mimicking the real thing.”

You tilt your chin, not quite understanding what exactly he means by that until he presses the length of his cock against your wet pussy. With one hand to push your folds together over his dick, Sunwoo thrusts forward directly over the sensitive bud of your clit, merely a testing little thrust to help him find the optimal position to pseudofuck you in, and he slips into an easy rhythm. Your cunt provides enough wetness to make the glide more pleasurable, but even with that to assist, there’s a little burn of roughness with each thrust that drags his length over you. It’s nothing overtly painful, nothing you aren’t deriving pleasure from, and you certainly aren’t complaining about the sensation even when Sunwoo smirks down at you as the whimpers start to fall more freely from your lips. You must look awfully pathetic in his eyes — either that or an absolute vision with the way you have the back of your hand pressed over your mouth to conceal the noises. The corners of your eyes are a tad wet as well, little pinpricks of tears that threaten to fall down your temples and into your hair.

Reality comes down with full force when knuckles rap hard against the partition wall and interrupt your moment of passion and fervor with Sunwoo. You flip your hand around swiftly, clapping your palm down hard over your mouth as your eyes go wide with shock. Your partner, on the other hand, hardly looks surprised at all, merely pulling back to push his dick back into his underwear like it’s nothing but a minor nuisance. You rush to pull yourself into a more decent position while pulling your clothes into their original places in an effort to hide any evidence of what you and Sunwoo were just doing. The damage is likely already done, and the driver more than likely knows to act ignorant out of respect, although you still feel a bit grateful when he doesn’t so much as look in your direction when Sunwoo guides you out of the car.

“My apartment is this way,” you say, fiddling with your purse in search of your keys. Sunwoo shoves his hands deep into his pockets and clears his throat. You would almost put his attitude off as nonchalant at best, if not for the clear bulge of his erection still poking at the front of his pants and the borderline obvious way he tries to adjust his dick into a more comfortable position through the pockets. You feel utterly debauched yourself, so that likely reflects itself on your appearance, although you have the saving grace of it being late. No one obstructs your path on the staircase up to your floor, and even the hallway outside your door is void of life aside from the moth that’s made a home of your wall lamp. Despite the stillness between you and Sunwoo while just outside the door, that facade is suddenly shattered as you fumble to get your keys in the lock.

Sunwoo hisses through his teeth, then hands are gripping hard at your hips and spinning you around until your back hits the door with a shocking amount of force. It knocks the breath nearly out of your lungs but you don’t get the opportunity to recover as Sunwoo’s lips are back on yours within the blink of an eye. His touch turns gentle as he wraps a hand around yours that still cling to the keys. You let him take them from your grasp without a fight.

“Smallest one, next to the keychain,” you murmur into his mouth before taking that same hand to wrap around the back of his neck and deepen the kiss. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, and that fills you with a filthy sort of debauched arrogance.

He finally manages to get the right key in place after what feels like an agonizing minute, twisting the key in place and letting the lock spring loose. It flips a switch in your urgency as well, as you rush to drag the man inside so quickly that you almost forget to retrieve your keys before the door snaps shut behind the two of you. Neither of you bothers with any light switches or whatever else would be proper upon welcoming someone into your home: it’s basically a race to see who can get their clothes off the fastest as you push him closer and closer to the bedroom. When you cross the threshold into the room, you pause to flip the lights on then, taking in the near intoxicating sight of a shirtless Sunwoo before you with lean muscles and a tapered waist stripped down to nothing but a pair of black socks. You’re not in a better state yourself, nothing but underwear clinging to your form, and with light finally bearing down on the two of you, you seem to be hit by reality at the same time.

You both are overtaken by a bout of laughter that pushes through the haze of desire, falling into each other in a way that feels starkly intimate compared to the intensity of your play in the car. Sunwoo drags his warm hands over your skin as he pulls you towards the foot of the bed. You’re still laughing when he twists you around, and the smile painting your lips persists after that when you tug him down to the mattress with you pressed under his body.

“Condom in the nightstand.” You laugh into the cheeky kiss he leaves you with, making quick work of your underwear while he’s retrieving the foiled packet. His eagerness makes itself known once more when you blink over at him with the packet locked between his teeth seconds before he tears it open.

“You sure it’s big enough for me?”

A scoff answers his question, but you do glance down as he’s rolling the condom over his cock just to be certain that it’s not his ego speaking.

“Do the socks stay on during sex?”

It’s his turn to answer with an indignant huff, and you laugh as he nudges you down to lie flat against the comforter.

“Doubt that’s gonna make you any less wet when my cock is involved, but—” Sunwoo shrugs “—you can turn over and let me fuck you into the mattress if it’s gonna bother you that much.”

He likely knows you weren’t being serious and it hardly bothers you one bit but you still shift to let him have you from behind just for the simple joy of catching him off-guard. The exhaled string of swears that follows is almost better than seeing his expression with your own eyes. You press your chest down to the mattress, folding your hands under the side of your face as you look back at Sunwoo over the curves of your body if only to catch his expression in the aftermath.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost call you a good girl, kitten.”

“I can do whatever you ask of me,” you hum through a sigh of pleasure as Sunwoo lets his cock rest against your entrance. “Provided the incentive is good enough.”

“Be a doll and take my big cock well, and maybe I’ll let you have me raw next time.”

You don’t get the chance to roll your eyes at his comment because he penetrates your hole as he’s still speaking, and your eyes flutter shut thanks to the stretch of your walls around his length. He says something else, something that you don’t really process because you’re too busy drinking in the sensation of his cock digging deep into your cunt.

“Don’t waste any more time,” you say over your shoulder, not bothering to ask for clarification over whatever he said to you moments earlier. Clearly, it’s nothing that is wildly important to him either considering how he takes you up on your words and gives a shallow thrust that knocks his hips against your ass. There isn’t any more waiting, which you’re grateful for, but it also means that his pace starts rough and remains a little mean to the point where you’re clinging to the pillow above your head just to keep from being knocked flat on your stomach. It’s exactly the kind of debased pleasure you were after — all these weeks of dancing around each other so coquettishly building up to such a glorified show of lust and desire in its purest form — and the feeling of his cock rolling in and out of your sopping cunt only amplifies the pleasure in your veins as Sunwoo fucks you. In hindsight, had you known he wasn’t simply talking a big game to get into your pants, you would have fucked him long ago. But perhaps playing into his game made it all the more enticing, and in turn, makes the payoff taste that much better.

You snake a hand down to rest over your mound, flicking your fingers against your clit in time with the rhythm of Sunwoo’s thrusts. That coil of pleasure that was wound so tight not once but twice in the car springs tight again now, but this time your partner does nothing to stop the orgasm from crashing over you. You surely could have dragged things out a bit longer, although something about Sunwoo’s unforgiving pace tells you that you have many more orgasms and rounds to come tonight alone. So, you take the loss for what it is — a blinding white pleasure that washes over you and makes your walls squeeze so tight around his cock that his thrusts stutter and fail in their steadiness.

“Fuck, fuck,” he hisses out as you cum around him, clenching his length and pulling him deeper into your cunt, and it’s then that you feel him tremble behind you. The condom gets in the way of that blissful feeling of being pumped full of cum; the fleeting thought of asking him to take it off later so you can revel in that sensation passes through your mind as you’re coming down from your high. Sunwoo braces his hands on either side of your head. One of his hands is just inside your line of vision, and you lazily trace your gaze over the harsh curves of his fingers as he digs them into the flesh of the mattress. He’s still muttering curses over and over, only breaking off when a prolonged moan interrupts him, then finally his hips come to rest flush against your ass. There’s no warning of any sort when he pulls you down onto the bed and curls his torso over your back, hand resting atop your hip. Both of you fight to catch breath that comes in staggered gasps as the intensity of your fucking rushes to catch up with you.

“Can you manage to get that thing back up for more, or are you just a one-hit wonder?” It’s a miracle you even have it in you to still be snippy with him, but all the more surprising is the way his dick twitches in its softening state inside you.

“I’m hardly done with you, princess. Gonna have to try a little harder than that to get rid of me.”

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