Senorita (M)
Plot: Inspired by the song of the same name, listen to it here.
Word count: 4,053
Your mother always said that any job before your dream job is just a stepping stone towards your dream job. That doesn’t explain why you’ve worked at this hell hole of a diner for the last two years. Barely scraping by on the tips of your rarely reluctant customers despite your effort to serve them at 120%.
Today was no different. The smell of grease no longer bugged your nostrils, instead, it was almost like a welcoming hug as you walked through the main kitchen.
“Hair!” Richard yelled from the grill.
“Working on it!” You roll your eyes as you gather your still slightly tangled hair into a low ponytail.
You’ve barely made it to the register before the kitchen bell dings. You look over at the four full plates, stretching out your arms in preparation to deliver them. “Take a look at booth 6″ Mary whispers to you as she places the dirty plates on her arms into the kitchen. You laugh not taking too much note of her remark.
It’s a nice couple at the booth, who you recognised because they’re here almost every other week. They order the same thing, a big breakfast, one with extra avocado and the other without. In the brief second where the couple looked down at their food instead of you, you allowed your eyes to dart towards booth 6.
And he was looking too.
You didn’t recognise him. But something about the way his slightly shaggy hair sat against the side of his face made your heart skip a beat. You’re quick to look away, not wanting to linger, but for some reason, you could feel his intense gaze still on you. “That would explain the motorbike outside”, you whispered to yourself. Your mother always said to stay away from anyone who rode one. They could only bring danger to your life.
You afford him one last look before you leave the table. This time one side of his lips had curled up into a dangerous smirk. He was charming, like a dark tall glass of water. The way you licked your lips unexpectedly, yelled into the universe that you’re parched. You quickly shake your head and dismiss the thought.
“He’s still staring”, Mary sing songs at you from the small kitchen window.
“And your point is?” You have a smile tugging at your lips that you’re trying to hide.
“What’s stopping you? He’s hot, you’re hot, go and have some fun.” Mary was a huge fan of YOLO even though even the thought of living that way made you a little terrified.
“Having fun will not pay off my rent for this month.” You could feel Mary rolling her eyes behind you as you said those words.
“Fine, but you’re coming out to my birthday drinks tonight right?” You’d almost forgot.
“Yes, of course, El Caverne 7pm right?” You whip your head around and shoot her a smile.
“You forgot.” She sees right through your lying smile.
“No, of course not.”
“Come to mine at 6, I have a dress for you.”
The tall dark stranger watches you as you work and you’re not sure if it is sexy or a little scary. After his fifth cup of warm milk, he leaves a generous tip in your jar before the jangle of door signifies his exit. You’re glad he leaves, but a small part of you wanted to watch him forever. You did allow yourself a nice look at his ass as he walked out. You could indulge at least that much right now.
You finish your shift right on 5:30pm. You roll your neck as you grab your stuff and head out through the back exit. You were so caught up on massaging the knots out of the back of your neck that you didn’t notice the dark stranger sitting on the couch.
“Hey wait!” He calls after you and you come to a sudden halt. He comes up from behind you, leaving very little space between the both of you as he towers over you with his height.
“Can I help you?” You set your tone as a little defensive, in case he really is bad news.
“I’m Jungkook,” he smiles and offers you his hand. Your cold stare is enough for him to retract it and take a step back. “It’s my first and last day in his town, was wondering if you’d like to show me around?”
He talked in a way that made you believe if he sang with the same voice it would sound angelic. “I don’t think I’m qualified for that.” He seems to relax a little as he hears your true voice for the first time.
“Well I think you are,” he boldly takes that step forwards again. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating towards you. His fresh cotton scent gave you a sense of comfort. He was like a warm bed that you wanted to collapse oh so badly upon.
“There you are!” Your head whips pass Jungkook towards Mary who was leaning against her car. She had this look on her face and you knew she was about to give you a mini spill in the car.
“That’s me, see you around Jungkook.” You walk around him as he turns to watch you walk away from him. You keep your eyes on the ground as you hop into the passenger’s seat.
“I’m having a party down the road tonight, feel free to join!” Mary yells at the stranger and you shoot her a glare.
“Where?” Jungkook yells back.
“El Cavnerne, 7pm!” You pull Mary into the car as she giggles.
“He’s not going to come.” You whisper-shout at her.
“She’ll look 150% hotter than she does, so you better come!” Mary yells and you hit her arm making her yelp.
“Drive!” You command, too scared to look as you sink down into your seat.
The Caverne is bustling. It always is. Especially on a Saturday night. Mary wasn’t kidding when she said she had a dress for you. It was gorgeous but everything outside of your comfort zone.
“Stop touching your boobs.” She glares at you.
“I would if half of them weren’t sticking out the side of the dress. And if I had a bra on.” You readjust the dress on last time before you give up and give in.
“Who’s playing tonight,” Mary asks the bartender.
“Open mic, everyone can have a go.” That’s why you didn’t recognise any of the singers. There’s only so many in this town that could decently sing a note.
Mary delivers you your usual and it takes less than a second for the both of you to down the shot. It runs down your throat smoothly, burning a little on the way down. Nothing you didn’t already want or need in this moment.
An unfamiliar tune starts playing and it seems to match your style of sound. “Let’s dance!” Mary takes you by your arm and grabs you into the dance floor. The dirty dirty dance floor, where grinding seems to be the preferred and only style of dancing. Your body naturally moves to the rhythm, the Latin beats taking over the sways of your hips. As per usual it only takes a few minutes for a guy to ask Mary to dance and away she goes into the night.
There’s something oddly familiar about the way the singer sounds. You wander through the dance crowd towards the band. Like a scene out of a movie the crowd suddenly parts and you couldn’t believe your eyes.
Jungkook had forgone his leather jacket, as he sat with a guitar in his lap and a simple white wife-beater hugging his defined chest. He fit right in with the locals as the jammed to the tunes he was playing. You were right, he sounds like an angel when he sings. But he looks more like a dangerous fallen angel.
He catches you finally and you couldn’t help but feel extremely exposed as his eyes drink you in. Mary did this on purpose, this was her plan all along. The crowd was too tightly packed for you to make an escape. It takes Jungkook less than ten seconds to put down his guitar and make his way over to you.
“Senorita?” He offers you his hand. Please don’t tell me he can dance too, you thought to yourself when your hand naturally landed into his.
He yanks you firmly, pulling your body flush against his. You gasp, just loud enough for him to hear as his hand drops to the small of your waist, pushing you just that littlest bit closer to him. Your hips sway in time with his as innocent moves soon take a turn for the dirty. You indulge yourself, allowing your hand to play with the long strands of his hair.
He releases you twirling you out and back him his arm. As your chest crashes against his you shake yourself free from his gaze. “I can’t”. You mutter in a panic as you let go of him, running through the crowd.
“Where are you going?” Mary catches you as your frantically heading towards the door.
“He’s here, we danced, and it’s all a mistake.” You mumble.
“Who’s here?” She looks into the crowd and it takes her less than a few seconds to spot him.”OH,” she giggles.
“Yes.” You try and catch your breath, and try not to think about how good Jungkook felt pressed against you. “I’m going to change, I’ll drop the dress in your car and I’ll head home.”
Mary catches your arm. “Babe, I wouldn’t say this unless I meant every word of it. You’re the hardest working person I’ve met. Which is why you deserve this little bit of fun.” She sends you a sympathetic look. “But if you’re not up for it, I won’t stop you.” She releases your arm and you smile, walking out of the club.
You look at the more familiar reflection of yourself in the mirror. The dress was nice, but there’s nothing like a simple tee and denim short combo. You take a deep sigh and walk back to Mary’s car dumping the dress inside.
“Going home already?” His voice sent a chill down your spine.
“Are you stalking me?” You turn on your heel, crossing your arms.
“No, I just came out cause someone said there’s someone waiting for me outside.” He smiles playfully, you clench your fists trying to resist him.
“Goodnight,” you turn on your heel.
“She was right, you looked 150% hotter in that dress, but the way you look now, nothing can beat this.” He yells his final remark and once again you halt in your steps.
“You deserve a bit of fun.” Mary’s words echo in your head as you close your eyes and take a deep breath in. “You do”. You whisper to yourself as you unclench your hand.
You turn swiftly and make speed towards Jungkook. He stands up from his bike just in time to catch you in his arms. You rise to the tips of your toes as you hook an arm around his neck, crashing his lips down to yours. The first few kisses were so rushed and rash that you were too scared he’d change his mind. Jungkook briefly parts from you to catch his breath. His eyes a wonderful cosmos, stares right into yours. Then he leans down and captures your lips in such a soft manner, that you forget where you are and who you are with.
He hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you up from the ground. Your legs find their place against his hips as the most heated make-out session of your life takes place. You never wanted it to end. You wanted to keep taking him, and the way the whiskey left on his lips made him taste. You wanted to melt into the tenderness of his skin. You wanted his soft pillowy lips on parts of your body you dare not to say.
As he traces his lips down your jaw for your neck you knew you wouldn’t last long out here.
“Where are you staying?” You whisper into Jungkook’s ear.
“Anywhere you want baby,” his voice is just that much lower, and you hop off him to prevent things from going any further. You’re not about that exhibitionist life.
“There’s a motel down the road.” You hop onto his bike and he’s impressed that you’re so familiar with the vehicle. “My dad fixes bikes okay.”
Jungkook hands you a helmet and you strap it on. The engine roars to life and you press yourself into him, arms tight around his waist. “Are you sure?” He asks you just before he takes off.
“I’ll guide you.”
“Come on, you can do this.” You splash cold water at your face. You were so confident at the bar. But you blamed your careless hormones and the alcohol in your bloodstream. Now that it is just you and him, you were hesitating again.
“No you deserve this,” you tell yourself. “Have some fun.” Unless you don’t want to. Mary’s words again echo in your head. So do you really want this?
You take a deep breath in and open the bathroom door. Before you could speak your words are swallowed back down your throat. Jungkook had just removed his wife beater. His glorious skin glistened from the moonlight that streamed into the room.
“Oh yeah, I want this.” You whisper to yourself.
You walk towards Jungkook who sits up offering you his hand once again as he guides to upon his lap. He kisses down the side of your neck and you could help but giggle cause it was a little ticklish.
“You’re delectable, you know that?” Jungkook whispers in your ear as he tugs on your lobe with his teeth. “And tonight you’re all mine.”
He easily spins you so you’re beneath him on the bed. He kisses against your clavicle, your braless state meant that your nipples were nice and welcoming against the thin material of the shirt. Jungkook pulls down the already very low neckline, carefully inviting one of your perky ladies into his mouth. He swirls his tongue against the tip expertly as you dig your head into the mattress.
You couldn't remember the last time you felt this good. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive. He releases you with a pop before he pushes up the material of your shirt. You rise up from the bed allowing him to remove it from your body. Your lips find his in the process and again, you’re diving into that intense make-out session that just takes your breath away.
You grind yourself against Jungkook, feeling that decent-sized package of his pressing against the tightness of his jeans. His hands find your ass, giving it a firm smack which sends a tingle up and down your spine. “Again,” You ask him with a raspy voice. He obliges and this time the tingles travel downwards.
You flip him over on the bed as you hop up. Your eyes are locked on his as you slowly undo the button and zipper on your shorts. He licks his lips, hands pressed over his bulge as you shimmy your shorts and underwear down your legs.
“Let me taste you, baby.” Jungkook licks his lips in anticipation as you shamelessly rest your legs on either side of his head.
His hands find your hips as he helps you lower yourself above him. He digs his nose into your core, growling as he gets the first taste of you on his lips. Then he starts to eat you out like you’re a million-dollar dish that he’s been waiting hours to consume.
You fall forwards, holding onto the headboard for support as he brings you closer and closer to your edge.
“Fuck, Jungkook, I’m so close, don’t stop.” And he doesn’t, he takes you deep diving, headfirst into your first orgasms in God know how long. Your legs tremble around his head as he sucks up every last drop of you, eager for more.
Somehow in the middle of all that he had managed to shimmy his jeans all the way off. His bulge looked inviting as you hopped off of his face. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers, as you wasted no time in yanking them off.
How did God manage to make someone so perfect? Even his cock was the perfect shape, colour and size for his body. Jungkook takes himself in his hand, stroking twice. “Please, let me.” You wrap your hand around him, as the added pressure causes Jungkook to mewl.
You’ve never been a fan of blow jobs, but a cock this beautiful, you wondered how it would feel and taste. For all you know he could taste like pineapples and your wildest dream. You cover him generously with your spit as you work both your hands around him. You twist your hand slightly as you move from base to tip and you hear the smack of Jungkook’s head as he collapses back on the bed.
You stoke him a few more times like this, nice and slowly. Lowering yourself you lick your way carefully around his scrotum. Jungkook shoots up and hisses when you take one of his balls into your mouth, swirling your tongue.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m not going to last long, come here.” You release him with a pop as he grabs you back over him. Jungkook licks his hand as he runs his saliva covered fingers over your core.
“I’m ready baby.” You tell him as he’s about to start stretching you out.
“Are you su-” You don’t give him the time to finish his sentence as you sit yourself firmly down on him.
It’s been too long since you've felt this. Since you’ve been stretched in this way. Since you’ve been filled and full. It’s been too long. You close your eyes, relishing how this all feels. How your usual Saturday night of Netflix and chill with your cat at home has turned into this. As Jungkook claws the tips of his fingers down your thighs your eyes shoot open and lock onto his.
“God, your beautiful,” Jungkook runs his fingers through your hair as you collapse on top of him allowing him to initiate the first few thrusts.
Your nails dig into the bedsheets beneath you and for a few seconds, you thought about who else might have slept on these sheets doing exactly what you’re doing now. You quickly dismiss those thoughts as Jungkook’s thrusts hit somewhere so deep within you, you never even knew it existed.
“Oh baby,” you whimper again Jungkook’s skin, digging your teeth into his perfectly golden flesh. Jungkook growls but in a pleasant way as he twists the both of you over so you’re now on your back.
He leans over you as you run your fingers into this shaggy curls, moving it away from his face. You hook a finger around the thin chain around his neck, bringing his lips down to yours. Jungkook’s thrusts turn from a violent pounding to a smooth gliding. His hips moving in a way that reminded you of your little session on the dance floor. “How is he this good,” you thought to yourself as your sense are overloading on everything Jungkook.
Your lips make a loud pop sound as Jungkook release himself from you. You’re both panting, as Jungkook rests his arms on either side of your face. You can see him taking in every detail of you with his eyes, drinking you in, taking a mental picture. Jungkook lowers himself, his lips brushing upon your neck up towards your ear. He nibbles against your lobe, “come for me.” He whispers, so quietly that you couldn’t tell if it was his voice or the voice in your head.
His thrusts turn frantic as you wrap your legs around his hip, allowing his thrusts to get deeper. His deep breaths turn into pants, his pants turn into moans. Before you know he's singing his release into your ears. A sound so sweet you found yourself letting go just to be able to swim in it. You dig your nails into his back, gripping on so you don’t sink too deep into him.
It was the most intense orgasm you have ever had. Mainly because you weren’t expecting it. You were not prepared for it. Just like how you were never prepared for this tall glass of handsomeness to walk into your diner, sweep you off of your feet. This all felt like a dream.
Before you know it, you were drifting off to sleep. Your fingers gently tangled in his hair, his head resting comfortably upon your chest. A mixture of sweat, whiskey and smoke mixed in the air above you.
He wasn’t kidding when he said this would be his first and last day. You woke up to an empty bed.
Not that you were expecting him to stay with you. Not that you were expecting breakfast in bed. Or maybe even some cheeky shower sex. You were, however, a little disappointed. Maybe it was his ass, maybe you just wanted to see and feel it one more time.
You freshened yourself up got dressed and headed out. You checked your phone and there was enough messaged from Mary for you to know that she’ll want to a long story about tonight.
The clerk at the motel front desk slides you a note as you handed in the key. “A young man left it for you.” You thanked him as you carefully unravelled the creased pages.
“Just one night, I want to love you again.” Scribbled on the side was an address that you could just make out. You read those nine words over and over again in your head and out loud. You read it as you got ready for work and you read it again when you arrived at work.
The stench of the kitchen hits your nostrils like a cruel wakeup call. And wake up you did. Grabbing your apron, you placed it with determination on your boss’ table. “I quit.” You say quietly. “I Quit!” You never thought you’d be the one to quit a job, but here you are, chasing your next dream.
You’re running towards your dad’s garage when you dial Mary quickly. From the sound of her voice, you knew she was still quite hungover. “You might not see me for a while, but that’s okay, I’m chasing my new dream now.” You hang up the phone.
You take one of your dad’s bikes and a small bag of your things. You kiss your dad on his cheeks and he has this worried look as you ride off into the sunset with a big smile on your face. It takes you just under an hour to reach the address Jungkook had given you. It was a small trailer park and you required some assistance to locate the particular one you were after.
Nervously you stand at the door nervous to knock as the lady who guided you over looks at you confused. You carefully ball your fingers up and gently pound upon the door. Maybe he’s out, maybe this is a dumb choice, maybe he doesn’t even want to see you again. The few seconds where you waited for him to answer the door, you went through a rollercoaster of emotions to the point where you thought it might be better if you just left.
However, as the door swung open, and your tall dark glass of handsomeness was standing on the other side with a growing grin, you knew you made the right choice.
You didn’t say anything, and Jungkook remains silent as well. Both of you staring, appreciating, smiling. He steps down from his trailer so there’s little to no space between the both of you. His hands find your waist, drawing you close so there is no space left.
His tongue softly wets his bottom lips. “Senorita,” he whispers.
