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OK SO. ONLY DOING THIS BC LALY DUNNA HAVE AO3. IDK HOW TO FORMATTING SORRY IF IT READS LIKE ASS. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAG SOMEONE SAVE ME. Um - @where-spar0w-barks Think this pings you I present an offering sorry if it's not very good - Uhh minors go away/18+ only, v smutty, I tried to beta it myself but rip me - A03 fic that requires and AO3 account - DON'T JUDGE MY OTHER WORK'S TAGS I'LL CRY >.< Uhhhh tws for eating out, dude being a lil sexist, blink and you'll miss it non-negotiated kink (he's so into it y'all he's just a shy boi) flowery language bc apparently that's Just My Style

Summary: This is Lynnie's fault, thanks discord pals for dragging me kicking and screaming into all these different VN fandoms

This is unfinished but I said fuck it nobody has anything for this random so might as well lead the way I guess (hope I didn't go too OOC-) I don’t own Lane, that honor goes to the Big Bad Dogs creator Laly I’m just borrowing him for a bit - go play the VN!

"Tell me nurse, is my heart racing?" He's grinning - no, smirking. Cocky and self assure. I almost flex my fingers into his chest - dig the bone in to make him wince, but I resist. But... Under my palm, his heart is racing. Thudding against my fingers like it's trying to escape his ribcage, and touch my palm directly.

"It is." The words are soft, but sweet with the taste of victory as the smirk drops off his face. I watch his eyes (you know what this is 2009 let's get WATTPAD WITH IT) crystal blue orbs bounce from my face, down to his chest, where I leave my hand, resting lightly. They swivel back to stare at me, like he wasn't ready for... whatever feeling is swelling in his eyes.

He starts to lean back, muttering a "yeah, whatever - " but I stop him, because he's not weaseling his way out of this again. My fingers tighten on his shirt, stopping his retreat. Shocked, his gaze flickers back to mine, and I gold it with firm focus.

"You know, Lane," I start, not letting go of his shirt but not putting any further tension against it than he did himself by leaning back, "You've been a real prick to me. Promised me a fine date, and a good game, and you chickened out when the can picked you. So I think it's only fair to make you do a dare for me." I can feel the way his chest is rising and falling under my palm with short, almost shocked breaths. To be fair, it wasn't often I lost my temper. But it also wasn't often my umbrella was broken, leaving me to win a wet t-shirt contest with my coworker, who had annoyed me to the point I was half knelt over him, gripping his shirt and staring him down.

".... Alright. What do you want from me, then?" He covered the moment with that easygoing smirk, and I considered it. I was sick of hearing his bullshit most of all. "I dare you to stay quiet."

"That's barely a dare, c'm -" before he could keep talking, I hauled on his shirt, dragging him off his laid back sprawl onto his knees. His face hovered inches from mine, and I felt the way his heart sped up under my knuckles. I could almost feel the air sucked away from between us as he inhaled sharply, staring down with shock and.... Embarrasment? But whatever I thought might be an ounce of shame was covered almost immediately with another cock grin. "Got it that bad, huh? I knew you couldn't resist m-"

I was sick of hearing his low voice, sick of him not taking anything seriously. So I did the only thing I knew would shut him up - occupied his mouth. His lips were soft, frozen against mine at first, before pressing back almost painfully. I kept my grip on his shirt, hauling him closer, and the makeshift table crumpled between us, energy drinks falling to the floor, donuts dusting the concrete. I bit his lip and he moaned, hands coming up to steady himself against my shoulders.

As soon as the weight landed on my arms, I recoiled like I'd been burned. Lane was breathing hard, an obvious tent in his apron, eyes closed and color high in his cheeks. Slowly he blinked, staring at me. I stared back. We held the silence for a second, then I muttered. "Was the secret always just keeping your stupid mouth busy?" His lips quirked up, and he started to say something again, but I just rolled my eyes and dragged him into another kiss. This time, his hands landed on my waist, dragging me closer - and sending the cardboard skidding into the puddle of energy drink, barely protecting my jeans from soaking it up. It also sent me off balance, falling into him and knocking him backwards. His head bounced off the floor, and my fingers loosened from his shirt as we surveyed what just happened.

I was straddling my coworker in the back of my shitty convenience store, and he was shamelessly grinding his hard on into my leg like a horny puppy. "Fuck," he groaned, one hand leaving my hips to rub the back of his head. I considered my options. Watching him biting his lip, wincing while carefully feeling the knot on his scalp, I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair.

That stopped him cold, his eyes flicking to mine and locking on, disbelief etched all over his face. "Here's what's gonna happen, Lane." I said, voice calm and sure - although my heart was trying to bounce free and take my lungs with it. "You couldn’t follow your dare, but hey, I’m nice. I’ll give you a better one. I dare you to eat me out.” I leaned in, mouth against his ear, lips brushing over the earrings he had in it as he stiffened under me - muscles going tight, and cock straining against his slacks. But I wasn’t done giving him shit. “Make me scream your name like you’ve always said you could. And if you do get me to scream your name, then I might let you fuck me against the shelves as a reward." His eyes lit up, like a kid finding a present from Santa under the tree, while his cock pulsed against my thigh, before his expression darkened in suspicion.

"... You can't be serious." He muttered softly, disbelief etched over his face. His voice picked up more annoyance, talking up his confidence with every word. "You aren't serious." I grinned at him - how nice it was to not be the one blushing and off-put by some remark. I started this game, and by god I wasn’t about to lose. I smirked and leaned back, bracing my hands on his thighs.

“Do your worst then.” He blinked at me again, and I watched as something dark slipped across his expression. Maintaining eye contact, he reached down and slowly thumbed the button on my jeans. “You don’t scare me.” I was lying through my teeth. The way he looked at me was almost like the way a starved dog looks at a steak. But I wasn’t backing down, either. I smirked at him, enjoying having the mouthy man quiet.

He popped the button, still watching me. I didn’t react, but I could feel the blush starting to dust my cheeks. He finally looked away, gaze dropping to train on the wedge of light blue panties slowly coming into view. I swallowed. He glanced at me. Almost as if it wasn’t under my control, my hand drifted over my hips and past his, dragging the zipper down with a metallic sound that seems to fill the air.

I… don’t know why I did that. He looks… hungry. His eyes are the widest I’ve ever seen them, and he looks especially pretty like this. I want him to touch me. I want him to regret all the teasing he does. I want him to beg under me. I want him to throw me against the shelves and fuck me. All of it, and nothing. My mind is whirling as I watch him stare at the patch of skin and thin fabric. The longer he looks, the more self conscious I am. I wished I grabbed a cuter pair. My hand flexes, and I realized I was gripping a package of those cake donuts tightly - they were probably crushed by now. Wildly, I wondered if that’s what he was going to do to me.

He glanced up at me again, questioning- clearly waiting for the catch. My voice was low, almost strained as I met his gaze, the way he was looking at me had me clenching my thighs. “You can back out. I’m going to win either way.” He grinned, winking at me with that infuriating smirk.

“In your dreams, sugar. I can’t wait to hear you screaming my name.” His smug expression pissed me off, and without thinking I just tugged on his hair, dragging his face against my stomach, just so I didn’t have to see that lazy confidence. Lane was an asshole, and I was confident he didn’t have the balls to do anything else. He wasn’t the giving type. I just had to outlast him. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine him actually commuting to eat someone - me - out. I figured it would be too big a blow to his masculinity.

As his face pressed against the rough material of my work shirt, I could feel his trembling breath ghost over my skin through the fabric. The sensation made me shiver, my grip tightening on his hair. “Just say I win,” I whispered to the still air of the stockroom. I ignored how my voice shook slightly, nails dragging lightly over his scalp - the taste of something that was unmistakably him still on my tongue. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t the type. He -

“Fuck.” He looks up at me, then deliberately smirks. “Enjoy the power trip babe, because you’re gonna be seeing stars soon. Can’t wait to have you panting my name. Gonna make you say it again and again.” His fingers dig into my ass, and I’m caught, drawn into his gaze, thoughts scattering.

I make a show of rolling my eyes, tightening my grip on his hair - tamping down the apology from making his wince as it tugged on his still-sore scalp - and cooed softly at him. The words leave me before I can think twice. Before I want to think twice about it. “Promises promises. What that mouth do, other than lie, baby?” I saw him stiffen at the pet name - served him right - and then his hands hooked into the elastic of my panties.

Slowly, he leaned forwards, pressing his face directly into the patch of underwear that had been revealed, inhaling deeply like I was the best thing he’d smelled all day. Maybe i was - at least I took that shower, I thought wildly. I felt the elastic slowly get drawn down. The motion had me freezing, heat spreading across my cheeks. “What - ?” Holy shit he was actually -

His voice was almost ragged, several shades deeper than usual, making me shiver. He sounded like a starving man begging not to give up a meal. “Tell me to stop. I will. I mean it.” His voice was rough, and it did things to my insides as he pressed a chaste kiss to the divot of my hip. “Cause if you don’t tell me to stop -“ Gazing down at him, caught between my thighs, looking hot as fuck, I didn’t want him to stop. If anything? I want to make him get on with it. Maybe take back control so his smarmy ass couldn’t possibly win. Make him beg me - part of me still disbelieving he’d even go this far.

So I ignored him, shoving my hands down over his, pushing my underwear and jeans down my thighs. He shut up as the creamy skin of my stomach and pelvis came into view, and the beginnings of pubic hair.

“Fucking trimmed and everything.” He muttered in a low, rough voice while yanking my jeans down to my knees and shoving me back. I yelped, not expecting the motion, and fell back against the shelves, knees awkwardly bent trapped in my jeans. He crawled towards me before I could protest, shoving my legs apart - I managed to free one leg - and moving into the space between them, leaning down. He paused, mouth hovering just before touching my pussy. His breath fluttered over it as he glanced at me. I must have been bright red - I squirmed under his gaze, ready to snap at him again to try and maintain some control on this wildly out of control situation - but he just offered that wicked smile before I felt his hands spread me, and he licked a long, languid stripe over my cunt.

The look he gave me was smoldering, as he lapped at his lips. “So fucking wet… can’t believe I managed this… been jacking off to thoughts of you. You taste better than I imagined.” I flushed, opening to mouth to snark back, but he ducked his head, sucking in my clit and the air left my lungs before I could for a single word.

My legs clamped around his head on instinct, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it encouraged him - sliding his tongue up and down my slit, finger circling lightly at my entrance.

I was still gripping his hair, and I tugged it hard when he worked a finger in. “Oh - fuck -“ I hadn’t actually expected him to be good at this, despite his claims. I heard a low, pleased rumble from between my legs, before he was adding another finger - a bit too fast, but the burn felt good, too. I arched helplessly, and his free hand came up to splay over my stomach, pinning me down. He glanced up at me, eyes dark and knowing, and I just stared back - probably blushing to high hell. I fought to keep my mouth shut - a losing battle. My nipples were pebbled under my borrowed shirt, and the motion of his tongue made me want to writhe under his grip.

“Lane -“ my voice was breathy, higher pitched than it should be, slipping free of my mouth before I could hold it back as I fought for control. I realized he won his dare. He pulled back, and for a moment I thought he would leave me like this - half naked, horny, humiliated. He grinned like the cat that got the cream, mouth and cheeks glistening. “Say my name again.” I narrowed my eyes and deliberately set my lips tightly together, giving him a challenging look. If I gushed a little at his words - at the challenge he had thrown back at me - well. It just made it easier for his fingers to slip deeper.

His grin grew sharper, my refusal a gauntlet thrown down, a challenge to his demand, and he ducked again, lips returning to my cunt, lapping and licking and -

I almost jumped off the floor when his teeth grazed delicately over my clit, unable to hold back the high-pitched mewl the motion dragged from me. Only his hand, firmly splayed over my stomach, kept me where he wanted me. He repeated the motion and I quaked, pleasure zipping along my nerves. “Ahh - fuuuu ahh - d-dammit -“ he was scissoring his fingers, curling them up in time as he sucked on my clit, and I felt like I would vibrate out of my skin. His long fingers were rubbing roughly against my walls, and I keened, unable to hold the noise back - but determined not to give in and say his name again.

But he was clearly in it to win it, because - with some difficulty, a burning stretch that had me throwing my head back on a whine, breathing hard, he added a third finger. I was close and I knew it, biting my lip to hold in my whimpers. I tugged his hair lightly, moaning under my breath, and he moaned back, the vibration tipping me over as I came, legs clamping around his head, fingers curled tightly in his hair, bucking against his mouth and moaning his name again and again.

When I had stopped shaking, I realized Lane was idly licking me, eyes fixed to my face from between my legs.

“So, sweetheart. I think I did a pretty good job, don’t you?” He drawled it, eyes dark, one finger tracing lightly over my cunt. I shivered, the blush riding higher in my face. Slowly he drug himself up my body, eyes never leaving mine. My blush deepened as I saw just how wet his face was. “What was that about a reward?” He ground the hard line of his cock against me, the motion sending sparks through my center and making me quiver as his clothed cock ground into my bare cunt.

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