"hope nobody catches us"
Ticket taker from "the freak circus" smut
afab reader x ticket taker
(After the scene where Harlequin sets you free from chains)
You run for your dear life.
Yes, you gave your word to Pierrot that you would stay quiet and be a “good doll” but you also couldn't trust Harlequin’s games. Was he just teasing you to see you suffer, or was he actually gonna hunt you down? You can never tell the real intentions of this place.
Running without looking forward was a bad idea as you ran into the Ticket Taker. Of course it has to be him out of everyone—luck can never be on your side.
You tried to control your shallow breathing as the he scanned you, a frown on his face; he was not happy finding you in this area of the circus, exclusive for the actors.
“Ah- red ticket… what are you doing here?” He asked with a forceful smile.
You swallowed dryly as you tried to play it cool, “I- I was lost…”
“Hmm… sure,” he clearly didn't buy it.
He stepped closer.
“This area is out of reach for visitors, only staffs are allowed.”
“Oh I didn't know—”
“Who brought you here?”
This is what you hated about him. The others were easy to fool— or at least good at pretending they were, but he was just blunt; seeing past through your lies. But isn't he just a ticket collector? Why does he have to be so infuriatingly nosy?
Your thoughts are cut off by his voice,
“Ah… you are marked.”
He said as his eyes stayed fixated on your neck. Right. Harlequin bit you before releasing you.
A laughter of mock erupted from his mouth,
“First the special ticket, now this— you have got all of them whipped for you, hmm?”
He leaned in, as if trying to read your thoughts from your eyes. You tried stepping away from his gaze, but you realised it was of no use when your back hit the cold wall.
He grinned as he stepped closer, caging your body between his and the wall,
“I wonder… What do they see in you?”
He pulled your chin up, examining your face.
“I don't see anything special, just a dumb face… pretty I must say… but still dumb,” he commented. His hand slid down to your neck tauntingly, squeezing ever so slightly to see your breath hitch.
“Do you know why you are chosen?”
You shook your head immediately, not wanting to engage much in this conversation.
There was no sign of surprise on his face, almost as if he expected your answer. He muttered out almost inaudibly, “dumb,” before he whispered in your ear,
“I guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”
And with those words, he turned you around, your back facing his chest. Without any warning he hikes up your skirt, revealing your panties for his critical eyes. His nails grazed your covered clit, making you jerk. He hummed, noting your reaction and continued his teasing touch. He was clearly just playing with you, wanting nothing more than to make you suffer.
And you wanted to protest, you really did. But maybe it was the work stress getting to you— maybe it was your dry love life, or it was the day's experiences getting to your head; you just couldn't push him away. No, as horrifying it might sound, you wanted this. The need overrode any caution or fear in you.
He felt a damp spot forming under his fingers, and pulled your panties aside. He slowly dipped a finger in making you moan. His other hand quickly covered your mouth as he pulled you to his chest.
“Shhh… you don't want your little simps to find out you are here, do you?”
Your eyes widened. It wasn't only that their feelings would be hurt if they saw you, but the fact you will be caught like this— submissive and eager, letting a random beast have his way with you in public…
He pumped his fingers slowly in you, enjoying the way they slid in and out of your wetness.
“Mmm… look at you. Getting marked by someone, and getting fingered by someone else. Are all humans a whore like this?”
The words were not supposed to make you more turned on. But damn it, only if you had control over your body. You couldn't even reply to him because his hand was still covering your mouth. Only muffled moans and whimpers could be heard.
He just chuckled, getting a sick sense of satisfaction. He placed a whisper of kiss at the back of your neck which felt more of a mocking attempt to calm you down.
His fingers kept their slow torturous pace. Out of neediness your hips pushed towards him gesturing for more, which in reply, was met by his disapproval.
“You don't get it, do you?” With that he abruptly pulled back his fingers making you whine.
“You are here to entertain me. Not the other way around.”
It happened too soon; you didn't even understand how you ended up in this position but you were on your knees now, his hand fisting in your hair while the other unbuckled his belt.
“Let's see how efficient you are, yeah?” He cooed.
Every word that fell out of this man's voice had this derogatory undertone which made you want to prove to him. You nodded slowly and you could swear you saw his mouth twitch slightly.
He took out his dick, already hard and leaking precum. The reality hit you— you were actually about to do this. Hesitantly, you stick out your tongue giving a slow lick to his tip. An annoyed growl came out of his throat and he pulled on your hair, “Do it fast, I don't have the whole day for you.”
You had no guts to disobey him so you did as he wished. You took most of him in mouth, his dick hitting the back of your throat. Your hand wrapped around the areas where you couldn't take him. You started sucking him, moving your hand in sync. After a few seconds, he clicked his tongue in irritation.
“Are you this useless? Guess I have to show you how it's done.”
Using your hair as leverage he pushed deeper in your throat making you gag. His pace was fast and deliberately rough. Tears ran down your cheeks. Your mind had long given up the ability to think straight; all you could do was let him use your mouth however he wanted.
He let out a low murmur—almost a moan, as his head tipped back for a second, “Mmm~ that's better.”
You lost count of the time. Your sole focus was on trying not to disappoint him, and also get seen in this embarrassing position. You tried to keep up with his pace. It wasn't obvious— but you could tell that he was getting impressed the way you adjusted to him without complaining.
With a deep thrust he came deep in your mouth without even bothering to ask if he could. He kept moving, though a lot slower now, releasing way more than a human can. And you? You took all he had to give like it was sweet nectar.
It took him a few seconds to gather his composure before he pulled out of your mouth. He released your hair, and fixed his clothes as you watched him; too overwhelmed to say anything. You could feel something roll down from your mouth. Was it you drooling? His cum? You couldn't care less after all that.
After making sure he looked put together, he finally glanced at you. He rummaged through his pocket, and took out a napkin. Without a word, he pulled you up on your feet, and started wiping your face clean.
The ticket taker took a step back. He was just about to say something before he got interrupted by Pierrot’s restless figure approaching you both.
He looked at Pierrot, his gaze colder now. “You know she isn't allowed in this place, right?”
“She got lost—”
“Don't talk,” the glare from the ticket master shut Pierrot up.
“Anyways, you liked our performance right?” He said as his gaze fell back on you.
You nodded, playing along.
“Good. Then make sure to come back tomorrow too.”
You took that as your cue to leave, hurriedly walking towards the exit. Guess you are left alone to deal with he started.
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Author note:
★So many people liked the Pierrot one!!! Superrr happy to see that.
★Kind of got master vibes from the ticket master so I wanted to write him in a controlling setting :c next one (and prolly last) will be on doctor!!
★why does writing makes my english worse... going around forgetting basic words </3