Closing Hours - Douxie x Fem! Reader
tags: smut, reader is 19 and in college, happens before WTOH, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, car sex, not proofread! sorry
a/n: douxie is so bad… how have i never discovered him until now? 😔 is this fandom still even alive… CHAT AM I MUTED ?
Great. Another closing shift with him. Hasn’t your manager noticed the two of you didn’t get along? You gripped your tray as you maneuvered through customers.
“Excuse me miss, could you get me more creamers?”
You put on your fake smile, “Of course, anything else?”
The man hummed, “More sugar.”
You nodded.
“Oh! And more napkins.”
You let out a sigh and fake-smiled again, “Of course…. Anything else?”
He eyed you up and down, “Depends on what you’re offering.” The man grinned in a way that made your stomach twist. And not in a good way.
“Um-”
“Here’s your cream, napkins, and sugar.” Douxie swiftly came from behind you and laid out what the man had requested. “Could I get you anything else, sir?”
You let out a sigh of relief and managed to escape the creepy man, thanks to Douxie. You may not like him, but he sure knows when you need help. Not that his help would change the way you felt about him. God, no.
He’s dumb, a slow worker, incompetent, not funny at all, stupid—
“Thank you miss,”
ill-mannered, although he does have his way with words sometimes. His accent helps with that.
“Uh, miss?”
He’s also pretty good with music, you’ve heard him strum his guitar in the break room a couple of times. You know what people say, a musician is always good with their han-
“EXCUSE ME?!”
You snapped out of your trance and focused your blurred vision onto the customer. “Y-Yes? Sorry.”
The woman scoffed and nodded towards the table that was soaked in coffee. You must’ve spaced out when you poured her a cup.
“Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry.” You mentally face palmed as you observed the situation, “I’ll get you to another table, follow me.”
As you led her to a new, clean table, Douxie was watching from behind the counter, a smug smirk on his face. You wanted to hop across and rip it off of him, but obviously you couldn’t do that.
“I really am sorry ma’am, what can I get you? This one’s on me?”
The lady let out a huff, “Get me a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.”
You nodded as wrote down her order on your notepad before sliding it back into your apron pocket. “Coming right up.”
As you made your way to the back, where all the machines to make the coffees were, you groaned and massaged your temples with your hands.
“Not your day, eh?” Douxie stood beside you, emptying out an old coffee filter and replacing it with a new one.
It was only his second week working here and he already knew how to do everything. When you first started, it took you an entire month.
“Douxie, not now. Matter of fact, not ever!” You placed your hands on your hips, “You seem to be everywhere I go. You’re such a pest.”
He faked an injury, “Ouch, (Y/N). That hurt.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and grit your teeth, “God! You’re so-”
“Hot? I know. No need to tell me, love.” He winked, mimicking your stance.
You crossed your arms and huffed out in an annoyance. Curse him and his stupidly sharp jawline and perfectly messy man-bun. You hated to admit it, but he was pretty hot. Not to mention his beautiful hazel eyes.
“Just shut up and go help the customers, or whatever.”
“Hey, who made you boss?”
You rolled your eyes, “Technically, i’m still training you. So I am your boss.”
He quirked a brow before letting out a small chuckle, “Whatever you say, boss.”
And just like that, he was gone, and a freshly brewed coffee pot beeped. Had he prepared it just for you? You didn’t even notice. Whatever, you needed to get this lady her things so she could maybe tip you.
As the day went on, more people came. You were used to the afternoon rushes, but with all the things that happened earlier in the day, you were already on edge.
“Can I get more creamers?”
You nodded, taking their empty dishes onto your tray and hoisting it onto your worn out shoulder.
“Can I get some sugar packets?” A customer asked as you passed by, to which you nodded and smiled.
“Where is my food?”
You were stopped in your tracks when a customer tugged on your apron, causing your tray to lose its balance and a mug to tip over the edge, crashing to the floor. You stood still for a moment staring at the broken glass on the marbled floor.
“Hey, I asked you where my food is!”
You turned around, a frown on your face, “I-”
“Right here, sir.” Douxie swooped in with a tray filled with dishes.
“Ugh, finally! At least someone around here knows what they’re doing.”
Your eye twitched in annoyance, but you didn’t say anything. Instead, you knelt down to pick up the broken shards.
“Woah, be careful. You could cut yourself.” Douxie knelt down to your level and shooed your hands away.
You sighed, “Douxie-”
“(Y/N)! Go on break.”
The sound of your managers voice made you look to the side, but when you looked back down, the mess was already cleaned up. “What the-”
Douxie wiped his hands and cleared his throat, “Ahem, I’m quite sure you were sent on break, boss.”
You looked down at the floor where your mess once was, but you were too tired to question it, so you made your way towards the break room. 
While scrolling through your phone as you nibbled on a sugar cookie, you stumbled across Douxie’s instagram.
A little snoop wouldn’t hurt, right…?
You couldn’t stop yourself from clicking on his page and scrolling through his photos. There was a lot of posts about music related things, but one in particular caught your eye. It was a video of him tuning his guitar while laughing and talking to the person who was recording.
“Fuck off, man.” He laughed. “Quit makin’ fun of me, will you? It’s my first time.”
“But i’ve showed you a million times, it’s not that hard.”
He shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Then, he began strumming the guitar while humming to the tune he created.
You admired the video, at a loss for words.
And just as it ended, it stopped on a frame of him smiling. He was happy he finally got whatever the person was trying to teach him.
You never would’ve thought you’d be sitting in the break room, smiling at a dumb video of Douxie, but here you were. Cheesing like an idiot at your phone at a boy you barely knew.
The sound of the doorknob fidgeting made you jump in your seat, causing you drop your phone against your chest and onto the floor.
“Manager said-” The dark haired boy stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow, his eyes following from your frame down to your phone that was face up on the floor.
You practically jumped from your chair to snatch your phone off the ground, “M-Manager said what?”
He raised an eyebrow before laughing, “He said your break was up.”
After shoving your phone into your pocket you nodded and pushed past him to head back out to the lobby.
God, you were not acting yourself today. What’s gotten into you? You’ve been dropping dishes, not thinking straight, and completely off your game!
The only time you act like this is when you’re in love.
But you’re not a dumb horny highschooler anymore, so there’s no way you were. You’re a college student now. An adult; Moved out, and living your own life. There wasn’t any time for distractions. Not that there was any. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself for the past two weeks. Which is weird because Douxie had been hired two weeks ago.
He wasn’t the reason you were acting this way. Of course not! Like you thought, you barely knew the boy. You couldn’t be in love with him. That’d be crazy.
You shook your head and focused your attention on the customers.
“Oh my, what’s for your cheeks so flushed? Are you alright miss?”
You blinked a couple of times at the polite lady’s question, “Y-Yes! I’m more than okay, actually. Thank you though. Can I get you anything else?”
“No…” She raised an eyebrow, studying you.
You cleared your throat and backed away to tend to another table.
Once it died down, you found some time to yourself in the back as you waited on a coffee pot to brew. Pulling out your phone, you opened instagram for no particular reason.
If you could go back in time, you would.
Your eyes widened as you looked at the filled in pink heart on your screen. There was no way you liked the video. The said video that was from three entire years ago. The said video that was buried deep into his other posts.
“Hey, you alright boss?”
You jumped at the familiar sound of his voice. Quickly turning off your phone and straightening yourself up, you focused on the coffee pot that had 30 seconds left.
“Me? Im doing perfectly fine actually. Just got tipped $57.”
Cmon just 20 more seconds.
“57 huh? Nice.” He leaned his back on the counter eyeing you.
Oh God, this night would never end. You stared at the coffee pot watching as the time took forever to reach 0.
“So, uh, you gonna clock back in from break?” You try and create small talk to get your mind off the way his luring eyes reeled you in. Even thought you weren’t even looking at him in his eyes.
“If i’m correct, i’ve actually got…” He hummed, “2 more minutes.”
The sound of the swinging door to the back kept creaking from your co workers constantly coming in and out, each coming and going with different trays.
“And you chose to spend the last two minutes staring at me?” You finally turned over to meet his gaze, and you wished you didn’t. Your heart rate increased and you could feel your stomach flutter.
He squinted his eyes a bit as a smirk crept up his lips, “Not staring, reading.”
You scoff, “Well, you better keep reading, cause’ i’m not an open book for everyone to look at.”
“You’re not talking about books, are you?”
You grab the coffee pot along with a tray and mugs, “I dunno, am I?”
There was a brief moment of silence as the two of you stared at each other both with smiles on your faces. Then, you made the move to brush past him to serve the table you were assigned.
When you steeped foot outside, the cool summer breeze hit you and made you realize what just happened. Where did all of that confidence come from? And were you really turning a conversation about books into a flirting contest? This day couldn’t get any weirder.
You started to reminisce over the scene in your head, constantly replaying it. Then, you realized he probably knew you liked his post. You slapped your forehead as you walked to the back. Luckily, he was there anymore.
Putting the coffee pot back in its slot, you began cleaning out the other pots’ filters to get a head start on your closing process. You had two more hours ahead of you.
You re-tied your loose ponytail and grabbed a new notepad.
Luckily, as the day grew closer to its end, less cutomers came. Of course it was still slightly busy, but not as busy as the morning and afternoon. Now, you could take your time as you poured coffees and prepared their food.
However, your stomach still fluttered whenever you were around him. Rather it be a quick glance or conversation between the two of you, you felt it.
You said your goodbyes as most of your co workers left, leaving you and Douxie behind to close for the night.
“See you tomorrow.” You waved and locked the door behind the last person.
Douxie had already turned off the “Open” sign and closed the curtains. It seemed he remembered some of the things you taught him your last closing shift with him.
You cleaned the lobby as you served the last customers of the night, so the only thing that was left was the mountain of dishes in the back. But when you walked through the swinging doors, the kitchen was spotless, and the dishes were already put away. The coffee pots were even filled with new filters ready to be brewed tomorrow morning.
“How’d I do boss?” A low voice came from behind you, and you flinched at the sudden noise.
You turned to look at him with a shocked expression, “You did this?”
He nodded.
“How’d you do all of this so fast? It would’ve taken me an hour.” You admired his work as you walked around, trying to look for anything he forgot.
“I figured I started on them a bit earlier so we could have the last hour to ourselves.” He hopped on top of a counter. “After all, we do deserve it.”
You let out a sigh of relief and smiled, hopping on top of a counter across from him, “Thank you, Douxie.”
“No problem.”
There was a couple moments of silence, and you were letting your thoughts. You remembered the events earlier in the day, and all of the stupid things you said to him.
“I’m sorry for calling you a pest. You’re no where near being that.” You averted your eyes away from him and stared at your twiddling fingers. “And thank you for everything today. If it wasn’t for you, I probably would’ve lost my shit.”
“It’s all good. Everyone can be a bit stressed out sometimes right?”
You sighed, “Tell me about it, I haven’t had one night where i’ve felt good.”
He snickered, “What, your sex life not good?”
Heat crept up your cheeks as you averted his gaze, “Not what I meant, perv.”
“Hey, some proper sex will do you some good. Believe it or not.”
You snapped your head over towards him, “Geez, do you just stick your dick in everyone or something?”
“No. And even if I did,” He smirked, “would you jealous or something?”
“Pft, why would I be?”
He eyed you up and down, “Well your arms are crossed and your eyebrows are furrowed, you tell me.”
You straightened yourself up and leaned back on your hands. There was no way you were gonna let him one up you, not after he had been all day.
“I don’t need to be jealous. I have a pretty good sex life, actually.”
This time, he was the one crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”
You nodded and smirked, “You jealous or something?”
He caught on to what you were doing, and decided to play along. “No, why would I be?”
“Dunno.” You hummed and took your hair out of your ponytail, raking your fingers between your hair strands.
“I’ve got a question for you.” He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you and a feeling you knew what the question would be about.
“And that is?”
“Was that video amusing to you?”
Now you will admit you were caught off guard by the video you just so happened to stumble upon, but you weren’t going to let him tease you about it.
“I liked it didn’t I?”
He chuckled, “You sure your sex life is good?”
“What’s my sex life have to do with me liking your video?”
“‘Cause of your attitude, love.”
“Then why don’t you come fix it.”
He raised is eyebrows at your boldness, to which you just grinned, knowing he didn’t expect you to say such a thing.
He laughed, “Not an open book, huh?”
“I never said I was talking about books.”
A silence fell over the two of you. Your eyes poured into his while you both waited for someone to say something, or do something.
Your eyes began to wander around, taking in his appearance. He had pale skin, almost like a vampire, but he made it work. As your eyes traveled more you noticed how lean he was. He definitely didn’t carry a lot of meat on his bones, but you kind of liked boys like that. He was in between skinny and somewhat muscular. One thing that also carried his looks—besides his beautiful eyes, sharp, dark and defined eyebrows, and his perfect face sculpture—he was pretty tall. A lot taller than you. And you weren’t very tall yourself. God, you didn’t even want to start on his hands. They were beautiful.
Technically, it was a given since he was a guitarist. And you know what they say about guitarist….
“Wanna head out for a bite?” Douxie’s voice snapped you out of your daze.
“You got a car?”
He laughed as he shook his head, “Why do you think I would ask, love?”
You hopped down from the counter and untied your apron from your waist in the process, “Lead the way.”
He smirked and lead you through the swinging doors.
After you both clocked out and hung up your aprons on the coat rack, you made your way to his car.
“You know, no restaurant or fast food place is open right now.” You looked up at him, too which he looked down at you, smirk still plastered on his lips.
“I know.”
Your heart skipped a beat, and butterflies swarmed your stomach. Thank the heavens you did an everything shower before your shift today. Maybe the gods knew tonight would be one of those type of nights.
As you neared the car, you stopped him from opening the back door. He shot you a confused look while you opened the passenger door.
“I like the passenger side more, it’s easier to ride.”
His eyebrows shot up and you could see his adams apple move from him swallowing hard. “Seems like you do this a lot, eh?”
You rolled your eyes, “Unless you wanna do all the work, I suggest you shut up.”
He plopped down in the seat and dragged you with him, closing the door after you. “My lips are sealed.”
You giggled as you made yourself comfortable, but quickly after, your breath was taken from your lungs. His lips crashed against yours as his fingers wove through the hairs on the back of head, bringing you closer. Your legs were on either side of his hips, straddling him as you made out.
His free hand snaked around your waist, ghosting over your lower back. His touch made your skin tingle underneath your shirt, and butterflies swarm through your stomach.
For the brief moment the two of you took to catch your breath, your eyes gazed into his. They were half lidded and filled with lust. He was already worked up after just kissing, but you couldn’t judge because you already felt your panties getting wet.
You leaned in and captured his lips, this time slower than your first. His hand sneaked under your shirt, trailing it up your spine. Your hips twitched and your hands gripped his shirt at the movement, causing him to let out a groan and grip your scalp. You took this as your chance to slip your tongue past his lips, deepening the kiss.
His hand traveled down, switching towards your stomach. Your core was on fire and your heart was beating out of your chest from the excitement you felt. He backed away to catch his breath, leaning his head against the headrest.
Now, his hands rested on your hips, and yours rested on his chest. From the way he was looking at you, you would think he just ran a marathon. But you knew why he looked at you that way. You could feel it too.
You experimentally rolled your hips against his, a devious grin on your face as you did so. His hips bucked and a groan escaped his mouth.
“Fuck,” He rasped.
You giggled and leaned in to plant kisses along his exposed neck. In between your kisses, you whispered a, “you okay?” because he seemed like he was about to go insane.
“You’re just driving me crazy, love.” A hand that rested on your hip slipped underneath your shirt and fiddled with the waistband of your underwear. Yet, he didn’t go any further. “Can I?”
“Please.” You whispered, continuing your markings on his neck.
Once he snuck past your underwear and slid his middle finger through your slick folds, you gasped. Clutching his shirt, you tried to distract yourself with his neck, but he’d already slid in a finger, making you bite down on his neck to silence your moan.
“Ouch,” He laughed, “you a vampire?”
“Don’t stop,”
You felt him smirk against your cheek at your demand. And once he added another, a small moan escaped your mouth.
His hands were a lot bigger and longer than yours, so it felt all the more better. You were in a state of bliss as you ground against his hand. The way his fingers curved into you had your head spinning. It was like he knew what your body liked without even trying.
At one particular thrust, you sucked in a deep breath and gripped his shoulders. He smirked at that, knowing that was your weak spot.
“How ya doing baby?”
You moaned at another snap of his wrist, “Fuck—just… just don’t stop.”
You hadn’t given him an actual response in the for the past three minutes, but how could you? He was plunging his fingers into you like there was no tomorrow.
A knot began to form in your stomach and you could feel your muscles spazzing around his fingers. “I’m—hah—so close.”
“Come on, baby. You got this.”
He began circling his thumb over your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut and cradle your head into his neck. It was becoming too much to handle.
Your orgasm crept over you without warning, causing your hips to twitch and the knot in your stomach to snap. Quick and short breaths left your mouth as he fingered you through your release.
He stilled his fingers so you could get a moment to catch your breath. You practically just saw stars and he had only fingered you. Lord knows how his dick would make you feel. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.
You watched him with half lidded eyes, panting as you felt yourself crave him unconditionally.
He hummed as he brought his hand to rest back on your hip, “You alright?”
You responded by capturing his lips once more, this time with hunger and fire. He was so hot it almost hurt.
And whoever said guitarist were good with their fingers, God were they right.
Leaning back, you brought your shirt over your head, revealing your light-pink silk bra. Unfortunately you didn’t wear a cute matching set, but at least it was a pretty color.
Douxie immediately leaned in to plant kisses along your newly exposed skin, slowly rubbing his hands up and down your waist. You let out quiet groans as he sucked and marked up your chest.
Suddenly, his contact was gone and he was lifting up his shirt, revealing a couple of scars that caught your attention.
There was a brief moment of silence as your stared the markings. Although, you had a million questions wondering where he had got them from, you simply leaned in and placed kisses along the rough skin. He sighed through his nose and embraced your actions.
But as time grew, he could only wait so long for something more. His hands began to fiddle with the clasps of your bra, waiting for any type of gesture for him to continue. You nodded as you fiddled with his pant zipper.
It was difficult getting off the remaining clothes the two of you had on, but you managed. Now, your bare cunt rested against the base of his dick. The wetness of your folds helped you grind against him, making it easy for his length to stimulate your clit.
He was big. Bigger than you would’ve guessed considering his lanky frame. Even though he wasn’t pretty thick down there, his length greatly made up for it.
“You ready?”
He snickered, “I should be asking you that, princess.”
You gasped as his hands slightly gripped your hips, hinting he wanted you to raise them. You used your hand to guide him towards your entrance, mentally praying you were actually ready.
As you sunk down on his length, your eyes were squeezed shut and your lips were parted. If he hadn’t prepped you earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped, digging his fingers into your sides.
You placed your hands on his shoulders as you rolled your hips, eliciting a groan from both you and him.
Now, you had to stay true to your words from earlier. So you began to lift your hips, stopping just before his tip, then you slid back down ever so slowly.
Douxie’s head was thrown back and his eyes were half-lidded, filled with lust and need.
You smirked and leaned in to kiss his lips gently as you lifted your hips again, repeating the same action.
“You’re s-such a tease.”
Letting out a giggle as you did the same teasing action, you leant in towards his ear and whispered, “Then why don’t you fuck me properly.”
He hummed and reached for the recliner to lay back the seat. Your hands rested on his abdomen as he admired the new view.
“Beautiful.” He whispered, ghosting his hands over your sides, making your stomach gain butterflies.
Then, he snapped his hips upwards, making you gasp sharply. You clenched your hands into a fist as he began fucking up into you. This new angle allowed him to hit deeper. His tip was practically brushing against your cervix at each thrust.
You moaned his name as he slammed his hips into you, making you see stars. You could feel each muscle and twitch of his dick as he rutted against your gummy walls. Not to mention the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was.
With one of his hands, he brought yours to feel against your stomach. “Feel that, love?”
You tightened around him and moaned, “Yes.”
Never in your 19 years of living would you expect to be fucking your new coworker in his car, but you certainly wouldn’t regret it. Not when he’s fucking you this good.
A knot began to form in your stomach and you couldn’t even get a second to breathe properly from the constant moans coming out of you.
“I-I’m close.” You gasp out.
He groaned gripping your hips as you squeezed him tightly, “Where do you want it?”
Thank god you were on birth control, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have the energy to get off him in time.
“Inside.”
He almost ascended at the thought, but he didn’t need to because this was reality, and by the grace of the gods, you’re allowing him to.
“What did I do to deserve you..?” He said, mostly to himself but you still heard him.
His thumb began to rub messy circles around your clit to help you reach your climax before he did. The giant knot in your stomach snapped and you let go of everything around you. Your vision blurred and your ears began to ring. The only thing you could feel were the euphoric sensations of your orgasm and his warm cum spilling into you.
You fell forward and leaned your forehead on his chest as the two of you calmed down from your high.
“That was…”
“Really fucking good.” You finished his sentence and softly laughed. “I’m so tired.”
He patted your back, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
You nodded and pushed yourself upwards, raising yourself off his member. He twisted his torso to grab something from the back of his car, returning with a t-shirt and a jacket.
“Put this on and i’ll clean us up.” He handed you the jacket with a smile, to which you returned the gesture and followed his instruction.
After getting cleaned up and helping each other re-dress, he climbed over to the drivers seat and started the car.
You didn’t realize how foggy the windows got until you were situated in the passenger seat. “Damn.”
He chuckled and turned the windshield wipers on to clear his view. You rested your elbow on the window and drew a heart with his and your initial in it.
“So,” he started.
You perked up and turned towards him.
“I can drive you home, or you could stay at my place for the night?” He nervously scratched the back of his head as a blush crept up his cheeks.
You smiled, “I wouldn’t mind staying the night.”
And just like that, you found yourself driving to the home of your coworker while singing the songs that played from the radio.
