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(Ain’t No Love) In This Club | Mafia!Kirsten Dodgen x Reader

Synopsis: You’re brought to a rich person’s club for a night of fun, only to catch the eye of a powerful, beautiful woman named Kirsten.

Tw: Cursing, suggestive. MDNI.

Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only and aren’t indicative of one’s body type or race. Any relation to any real person or place is purely coincidental.

Word Count: ~7.3k

It is a chilly day when Kirsten first lays her eyes on you. Clad in a long sleeve baby blue top, matching stockings, and a white miniskirt and heels, she can’t help but stare at you from the cafe across the street.

You’re waiting on something, your eyes darting back and forth on the street in between texting your phone. Your foot taps the ground as you wait, one hand on your hip.

“You should go up and talk to her,” a voice says, causing Kirsten to snap out of her trance. Looking over, she sees her friend and subordinate, Latrice, looking at her with a small smirk, laptop in front of her. Kirsten rolls her eyes, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Oh please,” she says in dismissal, putting her cup down, “why in the world would I do that?” Was she embarrassed? No. In her line of work there’s no need for embarrassment, although she can feel heat crawl up her neck. She schools her face back to its neutral stance.

“As if you haven’t been staring at her for the past five minutes,” Latrice retorts as she swirls her spoon in her cup. “Come on, Kirsten. We’re only here for a few weeks at most, you might as well have some fun while you’re at it.” Latrice shrugs as she teases her, looking back over to you with curiosity in her eyes. “She is a cutie, isn’t she?”

Kirsten looks back over to you, still waiting patiently, before quickly looking away.

“I’m not here to ‘have fun’, Latrice. I’m here to close this deal and then we can go home.” At that declaration, Latrice rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, so you can do even more work. I know how much you love to torture yourself.” Kirsten scoffs in fake offense.

“Says you, of all people. Who did I have to convince to leave her office to even come to Korea with me?” She bites back, smiling as Latrice avoids her eyes.

“Fine, fine. Ms. All-work-and-absolutely-zero-play,” Kirsten rolls her eyes at her, and they both turn their gaze back to you. “Although, who knows if you’ll get the chance to see her again. Don’t want to let these opportunities pass you by,” Latrice says in a sing song voice.

You’re on the phone now, beckoning a guy over. He hands you a bag, and your thick hair falls over your shoulder as you check the contents. You smile, patting the guy on the arm before he whispers in your ear.

“Hmm, is that her boyfriend?” Latrice wonders out loud, and Kirsten narrows her eyes at the sentence. Latrice noticed her change in demeanor out of the corner of her eye. “Would suck for you. The one girl you’ve found any interest in is taken, that has to hurt– ouch!” Latrice rubs her arm after Kirsten delivers a light smack to it.

“Hush. You know nothing,” Kirsten says, downing the rest of her coffee.

“You could know something if you just went over there and talked to her, you know that, right?” Latrice grumbles again, looking at Kirsten now.

Before she can respond, her bodyguard taps her on the shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Mr. Park has decided to set the meeting for tonight.” Kirsten raises an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. Park Taeyung, also known as Cobra, was a local, but very rich landlord of residential and entertainment buildings around the city. His clientele consisted of rich socialites, who were the only ones who could afford his services, and he made a pretty penny off of it. Though not a lot of people knew that he ran various gambling and strip clubs around the city, and tonight they were going to have a little chat about his business practices.

“Good,” she says back, “tell him to meet me at the Black Boar.” She turns to Latrice and cracks her neck, shaking off the boredom from her bones. “Well, Latrice, looks like we may be leaving Korea earlier than we thought.”

Latrice starts gathering her things, sending the bodyguard off to get their car. “Well, if all of this goes well…”

Kirsten smirks, “Oh, I have a feeling it will, and if not, then we’ll make it work in our favor.”

She looks over to where you were standing, only to find you gone.

Bummer.

~~~

The Black Boar is a club you could only dream of entering. You would hear rumors of the debauchery that goes on under the surface, rich people coming from all over to see it, and since you were in town, you would pass by it occasionally.

But when your friend Hye Jin invited you to the bar, saying that her boyfriend could get you in, you were skeptical –excited, but skeptical nonetheless–. You didn’t know what Hye Jin's boyfriend did for a living, none of your business really, but at times it did come off shady when you would hear Hye Jin describe it to you, with their black suits, and the suspicious amount of money he would bring in. But again, none of your business.

But you accepted the invitation to go out anyway, needing a break from working and wanting to party. Though, Hye Jin’s boyfriend warning you to ‘wear something nice’, and gifting you a very risky outfit to wear was not doing anything to ease your worries.

Long story short it was suspicious as hell.

But you just smiled when he handed it to you, looking at the brand on the bag and jaw almost dropping.

It was a House of CB bag, and the dress inside looked expensive as hell.

“This dress is the same cost as two weeks of groceries! What the fuck?”

You just couldn’t believe it. Well, you couldn’t show up to a rich person's club and wear cheap clothes, but hell, a damn near three hundred (American) dollar dress was not something to be given away so easily.

You wondered why you were given this dress in the first place. They could’ve easily allowed you to pick something for yourself, but instead he bought it for you.

Was he calling you poor, you scoffed as you walked into Hye Jin’s apartment.

Well, you are, but that doesn’t make it right!

You looked into the bag once you got in the guest room, pulling the dress out. It was pink, and very, very short, and when you tried it on, it barely stopped below your ass.

“Welp, hope no one needs me to bend over tonight.” You laughed at your own joke, doubting anyone would be getting laid tonight. If anything, you’d be sitting on the sidelines as Hye Jin and her boyfriend suck on each other’s faces.

You rolled your eyes, and started to get ready for the night ahead.

And trust and believe, your prediction was right.

Getting into the club was easy enough, you even got let in ahead of the line because Hye Jin’s boyfriend showed his ID or something. You weren’t really paying attention, too busy trying to get a bearing of your surroundings.

He led you down a flight of stairs, where you could hear music blasting from halfway down, shaking the floor a bit.

There were people everywhere, and amongst them you could recognize a few socialites, actors, and idols. They were pressed together under the flashing lights of the club, dancing, drinking, and oh, doing drugs as well!

“What the hell have I got myself into,” you muttered to yourself, following Hye Jin to a booth as her boyfriend went to get you both drinks.

And now, after two drinks and a shot, they had gone to make out on the wall, clearly abandoning you.

“Why the fuck was I invited here?” You take another sip of your drink, an Amaretto Sour, or at least try to, but you find that it’s empty. Another inconvenience to your night. But you aren’t going to let this night go to waste, so you decide to grab another drink, hoping that this one would get you to loosen up enough to go out on the dance floor.

Leaning against the bar, you wait patiently for the bartender to come over for ten minutes, having to almost scream against the loud music for him to hear you once he finally comes. You go to pay for it, but the bartender shakes his head.

“Already been paid for, Miss.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, eyes darting around as you try and find whoever would have done this for you. The bartender points over to a group of people in a private area, huddled around a large table, clad in fancy suits and talking amongst themselves. They kind of remind you of the people Hye Jin’s boyfriend works with, from what you’ve been told. They look dangerous, and you want nothing to do with any of them.

But would you turn down a free drink? No, of course not.

Especially not after you make eye contact with a particular woman sitting in the middle of all of them. Her face is cool and controlled, silver hair slicked back and black off-the-shoulder dress hugging her body oh-so nice. She has brown skin, and her eyes seem to be piercing into you as she leans back into her seat, arm resting on the back of the couch.

God, she’s hot. And looking slightly familiar, too.

But still, you want nothing to do with any of them, so you avert your eyes and accept the drink wearily, and once you are done, it is off to the dance floor you go.

~~~

Kirsten is bored.

That’s the prevailing feeling in her body as she enters into the Black Boar, Latrice and her bodyguard following right behind her.

While she shouldn’t be taking this deal lightly, nor should she be so cocky as to think everything would work out in her favor –which it will, but still–, she could taste the air of New Zealand now, and she wants to get this over with as soon as possible.

She is immediately approached by a tall man in a suit, brown eyes not meeting her own as he bowed.

“Greetings, Ms. Dodgen. Cobra has been expecting you,” is all he says before leading them to a semi private section, which has Kirsten scoffing. She wasn’t the type to do business so out in the open like this.

The section has a large sofa and two arms chairs flanking it, with a glass table in the middle. On the sofa sits Cobra, a lanky man with glasses and thick black hair. From his appearance, you couldn’t tell what type of business he’s in, but that’s exactly what allows him to slip under the radar like he does.

Once he spots her, he springs up, a smile on his face.

“Ms. Dodgen! So lovely to see you here,” Kirsten holds out her hand for him, and he grabs it gently in his hands, kissing the ring on her finger as he bows. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me here on such short notice. I apologize for not setting a time sooner. Please sit.” He gestures to where he sat on the sofa, and guides her to her seat. Latrice stands beside her, one hand behind her back, the other holding a briefcase, while her bodyguard stands outside the section, guarding it.

“And why exactly are we meeting so out in the open like this?” She keeps her face bare of emotion, her voice level, just like she had always been taught to do.

Cobra falters under her stare as he sits down in the armchair beside her. “Well, Ms. Dodgen, I’d like to keep an eye on things out here, especially with the type of clients that frequent my club. I don’t want there to be any mishaps. But please, rest assured that no one will be interrupting us.”

“Your club, hm?” Kirsten questions as she tilts her head, tapping her fingers on the armrest of the sofa.

“Pardon?” Cobra squeaks out, breaking out in a nervous sweat.

“You said that this,” Kirsten points to the club around them, “is your club. But you don’t own it, do you? You just manage it.” A waiter pours alcohol into a glass for her, and she gives it to Latrice to taste test it for poison –she did have the higher tolerance between the two– grabbing the glass back once she gave the clear.

“Ah, yes… yes! I manage it. Though the owner hasn’t been around for years. I inherited the position from the previous manager, and business has been smooth ever since, ma’am,” He says as he fidgets under Kirsten and Latrice’s combined stares.

“And have you ever thought to look at whose name is on the deed for this building? Or any of the other buildings around here?” She takes a sip of her drink –Brandy–, never breaking eye contact with him.

Kirsten watches the gears turn in his head, the realization slowly appearing in his eyes, then the fear, and it brings her so much satisfaction. She likes it when people are afraid of her.

“I… I sincerely apologize, Ms. Dodgen. I did not intend to disrespect–” Kirsten holds up a hand to silence him.

“Your club, hm? Your clubs, your hotels, your apartment complexes, your country club, well, they’re all owned by me. My name is on the deed to each and every single one of those buildings, and just because I am out of the country, you decide that you could just run wild and do whatever you want, correct?”

Cobra looks like he would piss himself at this very moment, shaking his head in denial.

“Never! I would never do any harm to your business at all!” He quivers, and Kirsten hides her incoming smile behind another sip of her drink.

In mock disappointment, she says, “And imagine my shock when I discovered that the manager of my club, the club that I invested my hard earned money in to build off the ground, was taking money from me?” Cobra opens his mouth to speak, but Kirsten stops him, eyes full of venom. “Park Taeyung, if you interrupt me while I’m speaking one more time, I will cut your tongue out myself.” He closes his mouth without another sound. “Why, with all of the drugs, the prostitutes, and weapons passing in here and my other buildings, I should be making way more than I am now, and yet,” she slams her glass back down on the table. Cobra jumps in his seat. “And yet, I have to fly all the way to Korea to see what the fuck has happened to my money. Do you have any idea how much you owe me? 8 billion won from Q1 alone. How do you intend to repay me, Cobra?”

He sits there, silent.

“Speak, Cobra. You haven’t lost your tongue yet.” She takes pleasure in the fear on his face.

“Ms. Dodgen, I-I can’t possibly get that money to you now.”

She tilts her head. “And why not? Business seems to be going well enough around here. Why, from what I know you have to be bringing in around 50 million Won a week, and that’s at the club alone. I’m sure you can find the money somewhere, no?”

As he sits there, blubbering excuses to her face, that’s when she notices you, walking into the club. You look absolutely gorgeous in that pink dress of yours, your hair framing your face and legs on display for everyone to see.

God if she wasn’t working right now. She’d take you home with her and bend you over her lap–

Cobra’s voice is starting to annoy her, and she needs another drink.

She calls the waiter over, pointing to her cup to refill it. To Latrice it goes to test it, and then back to her.

She brings the waiter down to whisper quietly in his ear, ignoring Cobra and his excuses entirely. “You see that girl in pink,” she says, watching his eyes follow you as you throw back a shot of something. “I’ll cover the cost of whatever she orders for tonight.” She sends him away, focusing her attention back to Cobra.

“Frankly, Cobra. I do not care about what excuses you have. I want my money, and I’m giving you until the end of the year to get it.”

“Seven months? Please, ma’am, I need more time–”

“You stole my money in even less time, so I really don’t want to hear any of it.” She can only think of you right now, in that short dress of yours, dancing with her, under her, tangled in her sheets.

“And since you have no problem with using my club to do your dirty work, I have a task for you,” she runs a finger around the edge of her cup. “You will use this club to smuggle guns in from New Zealand.” She watches his eyes widen, and before he can protest, she continues, “I have a lot of willing clients ready to buy them, and you wouldn’t try and get in the way of that, would you?”

He stays silent once more.

“Yes, or no, Cobra?”

“N-No ma’am, I wouldn’t.” He holds his head down, avoiding her eyes.

She smiles, “Good boy, Cobra. Latrice here has already written up a contract for you,” she motions for Latrice to give him the papers, which she holds in her briefcase. She hands him a pen as well.

“How am I supposed to avoid suspicion with the cops?” Cobra asks, eyes darting from her to Latrice.

“You’re a smart boy. Figure it out,” Kirsten coos, watching him read it over. As he is doing that, her eyes roam around the club, looking for you.

You’re at the bar, talking to the bartender as he hands you your drink. The bartender points over to her direction, and she makes eye contact with you. You bite your lip, looking her up and down, and Kirsten fights the urge to smirk. You quickly turn away, practically downing the rest of your drink.

When she turns back to Cobra, he is finally signing the damn contract, and Latrice picks it up to put it back safely in its place.

“Now that this is all settled, get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night, understand?” Cobra nods, bowing and leaving with his bodyguard in tow.

With him gone, Kirsten leans back in the chair, letting out a sigh.

“God, that took forever,” she complains and Latrice looks down at her with a smirk.

“Too busy thinking about your mystery girl to give your energy to Cobra?” Latrice teases, poking her in the shoulder. Kirsten rolls her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal. “Oh please, don’t think I haven’t seen the way you were staring at her.” Latrice looks over, tilting her head as she observes you. “She looks like she’s having fun, too.”

Kirsten follows her gaze to the dance floor, where you’re located, watching you grind your hips on a random guy, arms wrapped around another person’s neck as you sway your body.

Kirsten’s mood drops even further.

She wants to be the one touching you, hand on your hip, riding up so slow as you grind to the music.

And it only gets even worse when she sees who exactly you were dancing with.

Snake, Cobra’s right hand man and business partner. He is an ass that has questioned her subordinates’ authority many times, before moving to work under Cobra, where he began trying to buy out anything Kirsten wanted to invest in, and she did not want to see him tonight, especially while pulling you against him with his disgusting hands.

“Latrice?” Kirsten calls out. Latrice hums in response. “What would be the consequences of killing him right now?” She asks, never taking her eyes off of you two.

“Hmm, well, we’d be damaging our ties to not only Cobra, but the entire elite in the club at the moment, possible trouble with the police, too many witness to shut up, possible bribing needed, wiping away phones of any proof that we were here,” she lists off, counting on her fingers.

“Aka, a shit ton of money,” Kirsten says, exasperated.

“Aka, a shit ton of money,” Latrice repeats back.

Kirsten sucks her teeth, motioning to Latrice.

“Well, since this went so well, why don’t you have the contract dropped off home, and go enjoy yourself.” Latrice raises her eyebrows at her friend, smirking down at her.

“Oh, I thought you would want to go home immediately,” Latrice's eyes flicker over to you, still dancing with those guys, though you were moving away from Snake. “Do you have… other plans for tonight?” Latrice couldn’t help but tease her, knowing that her boss was currently struggling internally.

“You could say that,” Kirsten replies, eyes scanning your figure as your hips move, dragging your dress up little by little. “Now go, before I change my mind. Oh,” Kirsten calls Latrice back, “and get that bastard away from her.” She tries to hide the annoyance in her voice, but judging from the way Latrice laughs slightly, she fails.

“You got it, Boss,” Latrice says as she jokingly salutes her, laughing as she walks away.

Kirsten continues to watch you from her perch, wanting so bad to take you for herself.

~~~

When you started dancing, every inconvenience of the boring night disappeared. You don’t worry about Hye Jin and her weirdo boyfriend, you don’t worry about the suspicious reason you were invited, you don’t even worry about the large possibility of your tits popping out of your dress with how hard you were moving.

Well, that could just be the alcohol in your system, but who cares? You’re not worried about anything right now.

Well, not exactly.

You see, pretty soon after you start dancing, this guy comes up behind you. And of course he does! You look good –you usually don’t toot your horn so much but you’re drunk and that makes you even more confident than usual–, so of course guys are going to be drawn to you.

However, this guy is just weirding you out.

He introduces himself as some sort of animal. Sloth? Seal? Snack –not an animal but whatever–? You don’t know, you don’t care to remember.

He starts to talk your ear off as he grabs your hips to grind on his own.

“You know, I’ve been watching you for a while,” he said, and you just hummed in weak acknowledgement, continuing to dance. “I’m glad you came tonight, and in such a pretty dress too,” you feel his hand slide down your back, pinching the dress in your hand. “I’m glad I asked Tae Seon to bring you tonight. I’ll need to thank him later.”

Who the fuck was Tae Seon again?

Ah, Hye Jin’s boyfriend, you remembered. You never bothered to remember his name because it was never any of your business –girl code or whatever–.

But why the fuck would he need Hye Jin’s boyfriend –you forgot his name again– to bring you here? To meet this Sombra guy? Was this some sort of set up? Is that why they left you here by yourself?

Oh, you knew he was a fucking creep, and at the first opportunity you were telling Hye Jin to break up with him.

You want him to leave you alone, but you really don’t want to stop dancing, because then you’ll just be bored again. Every time you move away, he follows, and you’re trying really hard not to make him angry and potentially murder you.

You try to make him take the hint by grabbing the guy in front of you and dancing with him instead, but he still hasn’t gotten the point.

Between the touches on your ass and feeling his sad excuse for a dick through his pants, you are about to give up and leave the dance floor when you are tapped on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, Miss,” someone says to you in English. You turn your head to see one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen. She has dark skin, and straight hair that falls down her shoulders, and was wearing a very expensive suit. You recognize her as one of the people standing next to the woman that bought your drink. The dangerous looking people, and suddenly her beauty was kind of taking the sidelines as your fight or flight response was kicking in.

However, she is distracting you from that Soup guy, so you welcome her attention.

“My friend over there wants you to talk to you,” she points over to a section of the club, where the woman from earlier is sitting, sipping on her drink leisurely. You make eye contact, and the smile she gives you is sultry. And that’s when it clicks.

These are the women from the fucking coffee shop!

They were staring at you for the longest when you were waiting on your dress from Hye Jin’s boyfriend –you really gotta stop forgetting these men’s names–. Frankly, you thought when you saw them at the coffee shop they gave off cute, girls-next-door vibes, however their energies here were the complete opposite. More seductive, more…attractive.

The woman leans in your ear, whispering, “she thinks you’re really beautiful, too.”

Now, you can sense the danger coming off her from a mile away, and you would be stupid to give her any attention.

However! There is also a very annoying guy behind you not letting go of your hips, and you’re really tired of him, and this is the perfect opportunity to escape from him. And well, you’re drunk! Consequences be damned, you were going to have fun tonight by any means necessary.

You turn back to the woman next to you, smiling seductively.

“Alright, lead the way then,” you say, and follow her to the section, swaying your hips a little.

A big man in a suit blocks your way as you approach. His stare is intimidating, and him being taller than you was not helping.

Suddenly, a voice so beautiful resounds through the air, somehow cutting over the loud music and still sounding so clear, “Let her through.”

It’s the woman with silver hair, and at her order the man immediately moved out of the way. She beckons you with her finger, and your legs move on their own as you enter her space. Her eyes scan over your figure, and it’s hard for you to see what emotion lies in them. But she is so, so pretty, so you don’t feel like you’re on display when she stares at you.

But she must have been satisfied with what she sees, because she points to the chair across from her. “Sit,” she orders, and you do so without question. God, her voice is so mesmerizing. It’s commanding but still has a hint of flirtiness to it.

“What’s your name, pretty?” She asks, swirling the drink in her hand.

“(Y/n). What’s yours?” You try to match her flirty tone as you take in her figure.

Clear skin glowing under the lights of the club, long legs poking out of the slit in her dress which is fitting oh-so well on her. It’s complemented by an expensive silver necklace shining so bright, fitting the dip in her breasts pushed up by the dress. You meet her eyes at the end of it, and they’re like a siren’s, an endless labyrinth pulling you in. They’re filled with amusement.

“You like what you see?” There’s a hint of laughter and cockiness as she speaks, clearly amused at having caught you staring.

“Do you?” You retort back, cocking your head to the side. If she wasn’t going to answer your question, you certainly weren’t going to answer hers.

Her gaze starts to burn into you.

Kirsten takes in the way your breasts are pushing out of the top of your dress, how much it hugs your curves, how well the color compliments your skin, the earrings dangling so pretty from your ears. She takes it all in and decides that you’re a much better sight up close than from afar.

“Yes, I do, very much.” She leans back in the chair, almost looking down at you in a way that is incredibly domineering. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You raise an eyebrow at the question. “A girl like me can go wherever she pleases, no?” To that, Kirsten smirks.

What a cheeky girl. She’ll have fun breaking you down.

“I suppose so. Though usually I like to keep tabs on who comes in and out of this place, and you,” she sips out of her glass again, “are not someone I’ve seen before.”

You purse your lips, cheeks puffing slightly. “Yes you have,” you say matter-of-factly.

Now it was Kirsten’s turn to raise an eyebrow at your challenge of her word. “Pardon?”

“Earlier, when you were at the coffee shop. I saw you staring at me,” you smile coyly at her, leaning back in your chair. “As for our little meeting here, well, I guess we’re just attracted to each other, no? Fated to meet over and over again until one of us makes the first move.” You tap your thumbs on your fingers, trying to keep yourself grounded in the moment. It feels like her mere presence is making you dizzy, and you did not want to float away in front of this pretty woman.

Kirsten bites back the laugh that wants to come out. “Oh really now. And what makes you so sure of that?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be here right now if you weren’t even a little bit interested in me,” your eyes meet hers again, “And you wouldn’t have invited me over if I wasn’t a little bit interested in you either.” You bite your bottom lip, and Kirsten laughs, actually laughs at your response.

Oh, she is really starting to take a liking to you.

“I guess that’s true enough. I’m Kirsten,” she finally introduces herself, and you smile.

You must’ve passed the test, and she deems you worthy enough to know her name.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Nice to meet you, Kirsten.” Now you’re flirting, because you really want to feel her on you.

“I could say the same thing to you, though I’m sure you don’t need to be told how beautiful you are, right?” And she’s flirting right back, wanting nothing more than to take you right on this couch.

“Hmm,” you say as you pretend to think, “from any other boring guy in here, no. But if it’s from you, I’d love to hear it maybe once or twice.” You lean in, letting her have a better view of your chest, and you're delighted when you catch her looking, a smile on her lips.

“And what makes you think you deserve it?”

Oh, now she’s got you, her words are going straight to your cunt. You rub your thighs together, feeling the start of your arousal forming.

This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirsten, and if anything it gives her more ammunition for later.

But you aren’t going to back down so easily.

“Maybe it’s the fact that I caught you staring at me several times tonight. Don’t you think I deserve a reward for giving you something nice to look at?” You subtly run your fingers up your thigh, making the hem of your dress rise. You catch Kirsten looking again.

“Maybe, but you only get rewarded if you’ve done something good, and you, my dear, have done nothing for me yet,” she reaches the bottom of her glass, and motions for the waiter to refill it.

You hum, observing the way her slender fingers move around the brim of the cup, and the slight lipstick stain from where she drank out of it. You wonder how you would look, covered in the marks she made on you, lips finding purchase on every part of your body.

“I’m sure that when you give me the chance, you’ll be thoroughly satisfied,” your voice drops to a seductive low pitch, and by God do you want to pounce on her.

Though you did not get the reaction you expected. She looks past you, pretty mouth forming a scowl as annoyance creeps onto her face.

She still looks insanely hot, but you hope that ire isn’t directed at you.

She turns back to you, face returning back to its seductive allure.

“How about we take that chance now, hm? How fast can you think on your feet?” The question floors you as it departs from the previous sultry conversation.

You answer anyways, “I’d say I’m moderately quick.” When you’re drunk maybe, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Her eyes dart to something behind you, and she speaks again, “Soon, there’s going to be this really, really annoying man coming over here to try and talk to me. Now, I can’t exactly get rid of him like I want to at the moment, so I’m hoping you can help me give him a little push away from me.”

You raise an eyebrow at the provocation. “And how will I be able to help, exactly?” Did she want you to do her dirty work for her? You aren’t the type to try and fight people.

“Just sit here and look pretty. If he sees how occupied I am, he’ll get the hint and leave. You just gotta make it look natural, ok?” She leans in, and runs a finger over your hand. Her touch is tantalizing, and it sends sparks all over your body.

“Perfectly fine with me,” you say as you stand up, stepping closer to her. She looks up at you, raising an eyebrow despite the amused look in her eyes. You push on her shoulder gently, watching her lean back in the chair.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is sharp, and to anyone else it would sound cold and angry, but you hear the hint of seduction in there. It only spurs you on more.

“You said to make it look natural, right?” You straddle her hips, dress riding up as you do so. “Better to start now rather than when he gets here, no?” Your faces are dangerously close, and you can feel her cool breath as it hits your lips, can smell the alcohol she had been drinking. You're sure she can smell it on you, too.

A smile works its way onto her face, and she takes her thumb and drags it over your lips. Feeling daring, you stick your tongue and give it a little lick, and you can hear her breath hitch.

God, Kirsten is going to ruin you.

You lean down to Kirsten’s neck, smelling the perfume she uses, strong scent invading your nose and causing your body to become jelly. Her presence is simply suffocating. You are becoming high off of her.

“Go on,” you whisper in her ear, “touch me too.” Your hand roams up and down her arm, dragging your nails on her smooth skin, leaving slightly red marks in your wake.

You feel her hands drag down your back, bunching your dress in her hands. She reaches further, grabbing handfuls of your ass before giving it a good smack.

You yelp, not expecting the sting, but you can’t deny that it only made you even hornier for the woman beneath you. One of her hands is now on your thigh, running up and down.

You can’t help the way you mewl when she drags her fingers on the inside of your thigh, extremely close to where you want her to touch you. Her hand inches closer and closer to your core, but you aren’t going to leave yourself at her mercy.

Your face meets her neck again, lips connecting to her pulse. Despite the situation she’s in, her heart still beats steady, and you find it unfair how your heart is about to rip out your chest.

You litter sweet, soft kisses on her neck, leaving lipstick marks in your wake, and you revel in the way she hums, though her hand never stop roaming your body.

That is, until an annoying, douchey voice pierced through your ears.

“I just need to talk to her!” Whoever it is, his voice is getting on your nerves, and right now, you’re much more focused on the woman in front of you.

You continue pressing kisses on her jaw, gripping her waist in your hands. The annoying man’s voice fades in the background as you continue to touch each other.

Kirsten sighs above you, readjusting you in her arms. She looks down at the intrusion with absolute boredom in her eyes.

“What is it, Snake?” You start sucking a mark in her neck, and Kirsten really wants this man to leave.

Snake stands there, blocked off by her bodyguard.

“Ms. Dodgen can we please talk,” he asks, but Kirsten ignores him in favor of tilting your head up to face her, pushing some of your hair out of your face.

Kirsten asks, “What’re you doing after this, hun?” You let out a giggle, pouting a bit.

“You aren’t planning on leaving me, are you?” You drag your fingers on her neck, and Kirsten grabs your hand and kisses it.

“Of course not, baby. Couldn’t leave a pretty girl like you all alone now, can I?” You let out another giggle, nuzzling her cheek with your nose.

“It’s very important Kirsten,” at the mention of her first name, Kirsten freezes, grip on your thigh getting harder. Her gaze turns deadly as she looks down at Snake, who is looking at her with a smirk.

“Do you really want to lose your life here, Snake?” Her words make you freeze and look at her from the side.

Her features are sharp and focused, and with how close you are, you can feel the danger roll off of her in waves. It makes goosebumps rise on your prickly skin.

But it also makes you extremely horny, despite your body telling you to run.

But you have a job to do, so really her threatening someone’s life was not really important right now.

You continue kissing on her neck, hands playing with the straps of her dress.

“I’d be willing to when it comes to my woman,” he says, eyes flickering to you.

If it were possible to frown any harder, Kirsten would have.

“Your woman? You couldn’t possibly mean this one right here.” She moves your hair over your shoulder, giving him a better view of you kissing her neck.

“She was promised to me for tonight,” he says, eyes roaming all over your figure, “don’t you think I should get my money’s worth?”

Money? What the fuck does he mean by that? Is this because of Hye Jin’s stupid boyfriend? Is this why you were given this expensive dress?

As you connect the dots in your head, Kirsten scoffs down at him.

What is it with men claiming things that belong to her as their own? It’s making her sick.

Kirsten picks up her drink, tapping you on your shoulder to look up at her.

“Here,” she says, putting the cup to your lips, where her lipstick mark is. You take a sip obediently, licking your lips afterwards.

Kirsten watches your throat bob as you drink, not looking at Snake as she answers.

“Currently, Snake, I don’t care what you paid for. She’s not going anywhere with you,” she puts her glass back on the table. “I’ve taken quite a liking to her, you see.” She plays with the hem of your dress, pushing her fingers under it just a bit.

“I didn’t take you for the type to try and break a proper business deal, Kirsten,” you feel her nails dig into your thigh, and you hiss into her ear. She is getting angrier. You dig your nails into her shoulder in return.

“You don’t know me at all, Snake, so I suggest you tread lightly when referring to her so flippantly,” Kirsten says through gritted teeth. You kiss her jaw, readjusting yourself on her lap so you’re straddling her thigh.

“When are we getting out of here,” you whine into her ear, wanting so bad to grind your hips on her thigh. You can feel her muscles flex under you and it’s driving you crazy.

Kirsten turns back to you, tapping you on the ass.

“We’ll leave as soon as I take care of this, ok?” You finally turn around, making eye contact with the man that’s been taking Kirsten’s attention away from you, glaring at him slightly.

Through your drunken haze, you see him staring at you with sickening lust in his eyes.

“You remember me, babe? Come down from there and sit with me for tonight. I paid a lot of money for that dress you’re wearing and I intend to cash in on it,” he tries to order you.

You scoff, turning back to Kirsten with a pout.

“Baby,” you say, loud enough for that Sake guy to hear. Kirsten hums, “who is this loser?” You let out a giggle as Kirsten laughs.

She really fucking likes you, a lot.

Snake’s ears turn red in anger, though neither of you care enough about him to look and see it.

“Nobody you need to worry about, love,” she says, waving her hand in dismissal. “Snake, I’m done with you for tonight. Leave now, while I’m being kind.”

Snake scowls, moving to rush you both. “Listen here, you dumb whore–” Before he can say more, Kirsten’s bodyguard punches him in the stomach, and pushes him to the ground.

“Get him the fuck out of here, now.” Kirsten orders, not bothering to watch as her bodyguard takes Snake away from her section.

You smile, dragging a hand down Kirsten’s chest.

“How’d I do?” You ask, leaning back again. You don’t want to move yet, and from the way she’s pulling you closer to her, she doesn’t want you to move either.

“Absolutely wonderful, my dear. I even got a good laugh out of it,” She caresses the back of your neck, pulling your head back to bare your neck to her. You feel her breath ghost over your neck, and her tongue licks a long stripe against your pulse. Your breathing becomes heavy, and you start to buck your hips against her thigh.

Her lips meet your jaw, hands grabbing your hips to still them.

“I think I deserve a reward, no?” You say, now face-to-face with her. Your lips are barely an inch away from hers, and you want to close the gap so bad.

“I absolutely agree,” Kirsten smiles and grabs your chin, pulling you down to meet her soft lips.

You sigh into her mouth, hands gripping her shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

The kiss is much softer than you expected it to be, more gentle. But you wanted more, needed more.

So you press your lips harder against hers, and Kirsten, not one to step down from a challenge, meets you with equal force. She sneaks her hand into your hair, giving it a tug and reveling in the way you gasp. She uses that opportunity to push her tongue in your mouth, eliciting a moan from you. Her hands starts moving your hips again, making you buck on her thigh.

Only too soon does Kirsten pull away from you, and you whine at the loss of her touch.

“Why don’t we get out of here, huh? This couch isn’t big enough for what I want to do to you,” Kirsten says, smirking at the pure want on your face.

You can only nod rapidly, following her out the club in pure anticipation for the night ahead.

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With You (On This Cold Day)(Latrice Kabamba x Reader)

Synopsis: A cold day with Latrice.

Tw: None! Just short, straight fluff :)

Word Count: 1.2k

Latrice hates the cold.

Well, not to say that she hates it, truly. She just strongly dislikes it, simply because of the fact that it is inconvenient.

The wind biting at her face, her skin drying out, the never ending amount of layers that never seem to be enough.

A very inconvenient type of weather indeed.

Now, she usually prefers to stay inside during the major cold periods, but the only reason she isn’t is because of you.

You, her lovely girlfriend, decided to pop over to her place for a visit, saying that if you had no one to cuddle in this cold weather, you are liable to go insane. And because Latrice loves you so much –although whether she loves you enough to be standing out in this cold for so long is being deliberated– she is out here, waiting to greet you. Though, if you aren’t here in the next five minutes, she may have to greet you from the warmth of her own apartment.

And just when she is ready to turn around and call you from inside, in the distance, she sees you. You’re bundled up in a thick jacket and a scarf, waddling quickly over to her as you rub your arms. She waves at you, feeling a smile break onto her face at the sight, cold weather becoming less of a problem as you appear before her.

“Latrice~,” you call, a cloud of icy air leaving your mouth as you talk. “I’m so cold,” you whimper, reaching out to her before you even reach her all the way.

Latrice holds out her arms and meets you in the middle to hug you, only for her to squeal as you plant your bare hands on her face and go to kiss her.

Latrice jumps back at the feeling of your icy fingers, narrowing her eyes at you as she avoids your kiss.

“You’re so cold!” Latrice complains, rubbing at her cheeks. “How did you possibly leave the house without gloves on?” She asks as she stares at your grumbling, pouting face.

“I couldn’t find my gloves, ok!” Latrice starts to giggle at your face, causing you to whine, “Don’t judge me, ok! I put them in the washer after I wasted hot cocoa on myself, and then they never appeared again!” Latrice tilts her head, hiding her giggles behind her hand. You think she looks so cute like this.

“And how exactly did you waste hot cocoa on yourself?” She asks, readjusting your jacket and fixing your collar.

Your cheeks get impossibly bigger as you pout even more, bottom lip peeking out just a bit and Latrice wants to kiss it.

“I got free hot chocolate at work, and when I was leaving for the day, I fell down the stairs when I was walking…” You avoid her gaze a bit, embarrassment setting in on your features. Latrice starts to laugh even more, giggles filling the air as she imagines you falling –most likely after not paying attention–. “Don’t laugh! What type of girlfriend are you?” You cross your arms over your chest, turning away from her slightly.

“There’s only, like, ten steps outside your job. How did you even manage to fall?” Latrice asks, trying to cease her laughter, watching you rub your hands together.

“…I was looking at my phone…” Latrice laughs again, knowing her prediction was correct. “Stop laughing!” You complain, stomping your feet slightly. “It was an honest accident, I swear!” You look like an angry kitten right now, and Latrice can’t help but hug you close to her, rocking you back and forth.

“Aw, I’m sorry my baby. Why don’t we head inside and get away from this cold, yeah?” You’re still pouting when Latrice pulls away from you, looking up at her with glassy eyes. “What is it?” Latrice asks, noticing you want to say something.

“You still haven’t kissed me yet…” you mutter, and Latrice tilts her head in confusion. “You avoided my kiss. I want a kiss…” You feel your face heating up, looking at Latrice expectantly.

Latrice remembers how she moved away from you earlier, and lets out a small smile, grabbing your cold hands in hers. She rubs them in her hands, planting kisses on each of them, causing you to let out a small laugh. Latrice places your hands in her pockets and pulls you closer, kissing you gently.

You have the biggest smile when you pull apart, nuzzling your cold nose to her cheek.

“Happy now?” Latrice whispers, planting another kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“Yes, very,” you answer, kissing her cheeks repeatedly. “Now let’s go inside, please. I think I’m going to turn into a popsicle if I stay out here any longer.” You flap your hands in her pockets, but make no move to walk forward without Latrice.

“Ok, I’ll fix you some hot chocolate and hopefully you won’t waste it this time,” Latrice laughs as you narrow your eyes at her, removing your hands from her pockets.

“Oh, you’re so cruel, Latrice,” you say as you both start walking towards her apartment. “You deserve a little taste of your own medicine…” Latrice squeals as you reach your cold hands towards her, reaching for her face. Latrice begins to run around to try and escape you, and you chase after her, laughing along with her.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry! I won’t tease you again, I promise, ah!” You end up reaching her, capturing her face in your hands and kissing her all over her face.

“Face my cold hand attack, you fiend!” You say in between kisses, keeping Latrice in your hold.

Latrice squirms half heartedly in your arms as your hands move under her jacket feeling her skin through her t-shirt.

“Ok, ok, ok! I’m sorry, baby,” Latrice says through giggles when you tickle her slightly.

“You better be,” you retort, pulling away from her and looping your arm in hers. “Now seriously, let’s go inside before I freeze to death. I think my fingers are turning blue.”

Latrice hums, not able to help herself as she says, “Yeah, maybe next time you’ll have proper gloves that you didn’t waste hot chocolate on.”

“Hey!” You playfully glare at her, squeezing her arm slightly. “I’m going to get a girlfriend that doesn’t make fun of me.”

“You can find another one, but you will miss my world famous cuddles, so do you really think that’s a fair trade off?” You finally enter the building’s elevator, feeling the warm heater on your skin.

You tilt your head in mock thought as the elevator moves up to her floor.

“Hmm, I don’t know~…” The elevator dings as you reach Latrice’s floor and walk to her door, waiting for her to unlock it. “I think it’s a little bit worth it, don’t you think?”

You take a little bit of satisfaction in the way she scoffs, shoving you on the shoulder slightly.

“Oh please, I’m the most perfect and best girlfriend you’ll ever have! Who else can compare to me?” You both start to take off your coats, hanging them up by the coat rack by the door.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” you say as you reach out to Latrice to warm your hands up in hers.

“Exactly,” Latrice says, taking off her gloves before grabbing your hands and rubbing her fingers in circles on your skin. “Now, come get your cuddles,” she says impatiently, leading you over to the couch.

“Yes, my love,” you giggle, following her eagerly, ready to bask in the warmth of your girlfriend.

#swf2 x reader #swf2 #latrice kabamba #Latrice jam republic #Latrice x reader #jam republic x reader

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