in which victoria is scandalized by how john shen acts
victoria is not quite sure how she got in this situation.
said situation includes her being pressed up against the bathroom sink in this club she can’t even remember the name of, her dress bunched up at her waist, her underwear no where to be found, and the fingers of one certain attending named john shen slamming in and out of her heat.
honestly, last thing she remembered was drinking this sweet sugary drink that trinity handed to her. It was so sweet she kept on asking the bartender for more until she lost count of how many she’s drank.
she vaguely remembers dancing on the dance floor without a care in the world, but at one point she looked up and when she did she made eye contact with him.
her heart fell to her ass. what on earth was her attending doing at a bar? what was he doing staring at her?
he got up from the chair he was sitting on walked towards her, not once straying his gaze from her.
victoria swears that by the time he reached her that she could feel her pulse all throughout her body.
“you know, when I agreed to come out with some of my friends the last person I expected to see is you” he whispers. His lips right beside her ear, brushing against it as he talked.
her eyes fluttered as she lets out a sigh at the feeling. she’s not sure if it was the alcohol or if she was driven by pure want, but she leans back slightly to take a glance at his face before she boldly wraps her arms around his neck; keeping him close.
the response was immediate, his own hands finding their place at her waist.
she stands in her tip toes, an act of defiance against his unfairly tall height, she thinks.
“and why is that?” She asks, one eyebrow raised
he looks down at her, making her connect her eyes with his as he says,
“cause you’re a good girl” he chuckles.
victoria did not like that answer. not one bit.
he laughs at her reaction, enraging her even more.
“I’ll show you just how ‘good’ I am” she huffs, before backing away from him.
“wait, Vic, I’m sorry. didn’t meant to upset you, I was just-“ his voice dies down in his throat as he watches her spin around.
next thing he knew her back was pressed against his front.
john shen is not a religious person, but he sure needs to give his thanks to whatever power there is above because there is just no damn way that she is guiding his hands back to her waist.
there is also no way that she is grinding against the tent of pants.
and there is no absolute way she’s guiding his hands to her breast.
john mutters out a string of curses, causing her to giggle. she’s decided she likes this. She likes knowing that she has the power to turn him on.
he groans as he lays his head on her shoulder.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me” he says as he nibbles and licks on her shoulder.
she moans from the feeling of his lips on her. the high of it causing her to tilt her head back, resting it on his chest.
she not quite sure who led and pulled who, but the two of them find themselves in this small bathroom in the back of club with the doors locked.
which brings us back to their predicament.
“oh, fuck!” she moans loudly. as he continuously hits that spot inside her.
his head snaps up, and his free hand flies straight up to her mouth.
“shh!” -squelch- “fuck, vic, are you trying to get us caught?”
he feels her insides squeeze his fingers tighter.
“oh shit. yeah? you like that?” he pushes his fingers in harder, deeper.
her eyes roll back to the back of her head.
“want us to get caught? let people see how soaking wet you are? how this pretty pussy don’t wanna let go of my fingers?”
his words cause her to become undone.
she moans so loudly that they’re sure other people heard, but can’t bring themselves to care.
victoria watches as he picks up her black lace thong from the floor. she reaches her hand out, waiting for him to hand it to her.
“Nuh uh” he says, wagging his finger at her
“This,” he brings it up to his nose, and inhales the scent of her. “Is mine now.”
she looks absolutely scandalized as he puts it in his pocket.
victoria javadi is convinced this man, her attending, is gonna be the death of her.
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