☆ summary: what starts as her brushing him off at a sponsor event ends with her taking him home.
☆ warnings: 18+, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, overstimulation, praise, alcohol usage.
☆ author’s note: @megannicole4 gave the best requests!! i have sm fun with these!! feedback & reblogs keep me alive <3
demitria leaned one hip into the bar, fingers resting loosely around the stem of her champagne flute. her friend was beside her, speaking quickly, pointing toward a group across the room. she nodded along, but her attention stayed on the slow rise of bubbles in her drink.
“you really gon’ act like you don’t wanna talk to me?” his voice came from her left. low and steady, with a hint of ego that said he already knew she heard of him.
she turned her head slowly, letting her gaze land on fanum. he was leaning an arm against the bar, his other hand holding a short glass of something dark, ice shifting inside.
she gave him one measured look before lifting her glass. “maybe because i don’t.”
fanum’s smile stretched slowly, subconsciously staring at his prey. “you should though, why you automatically shutting me down? at least give me a chance.”
demitria’s brow arched, a hint of amusement playing there. “and why’s that?”
“so you don’t regret a ‘what could been’.”
she stayed silent, taking a sip. her eyes cutting promptly moving past him, wishing he would stop talking. “thanks but i’ll take my chances.” she gave him a tip lipped smile turning back to her friend, only to notice she had been long gone.
he laughed under his breath. “you know my name, right?”
her lips curved faintly. “because i don’t care to.”
he leaned in just a touch, shifting his weight onto the bar. “aight shorty, so let’s fix that.”
“please you couldn’t even if you tried.”
“nah, i like a challenge.” he tipped his chin toward the bartender. “what you drinkin’?”
“i’m fine.” the answer was quick almost calculated.
you see, demitria knew of fanum and how he moved with woman. if she was going to be another named crossed off his list, might as well make it fun.
“cool,” he said easily, “that’s not what i asked.”
she met his eyes for a sec, feeling a rush down the back of her spine and straight to her core. she cleared her throat quietly before saying, “champagne.”
a fresh flute was set in front of her. the glass was chilled when he slid it closer, his fingers brushing hers briefly, just enough to make her notice.
“here you go ma, can’t have you dehydrated now can we.” he clinked his glass to hers, the sound bright against the low murmur around them, then took a slow drink.
the clocked ticked faster than she would like to admit, her answers were short, his persistence steady. by the time she was nearly reaching the bottom of her second glass, something in her tone had shifted and the corners of her mouth were betraying her.
“you smilin’ now,” he said, tilting his head. “what happened to all that energy from before?”
“still here,” she said, a small smirk tugging. “maybe i’m just entertained now.”
“entertained is good,” he leaned in slightly, “means i’m doin’ somethin’ right.”
her glass was empty again before she noticed. he caught the bartender’s attention without asking her.
“oh we going for thirds?” she asked, side-eyeing him.
“third’s when you start trustin’ me.”
the new champagne felt cold in her hand cooling her body’s tightened temp. it tasted sharper on her tongue. she was turned toward him fully now, her perfume slipping into his space. his gaze lingered on her mouth before returning to her eyes.
“so what’s after this little game?” he asked.
“depends how you handle me.”
his knuckles grazed the back of her hand on the bar, slow enough that her fingers curled slightly around her glass. she didn’t move away. they let the conversation stretch, trading lines that carried more weight than the words alone.
the bar had thinned until it felt like theirs alone. the music from the ballroom was just a steady, muffled thump. the bartender worked at the far end, giving them space.
demi’s third glass was nearly done when his hand brushed her thigh under the bar. it was light, definitely testing the water checking if she’d pull back. she didn’t. her knee shifted slightly toward him, not much, but enough to let him know.
“you done testin’ me yet?” he asked, voice low enough that it barely carried past her ear.
her eyes held his as she finished the last sip, her tongue catching a drop from the corner of her mouth. “maybe.”
fanum’s smile widened deep like he’d been waiting for that answer. “let me take you home then.”
demitria unlocked the door to her apartment, stepping in first, toeing off her heels without even looking back at him. fanum came in behind her. “you live good,” he said, eyes scanning the space before landing back on her.
“thank you.” she responded turning to face him. “welcome to my humble abode.”
“so you just not gon’ offer me a drink or somethin’? ion know your hosting skills need a like tweaking.” he teased brushing past her to take a seat on her island chairs.
she came back with two glasses, set them down on the counter, and instead of sliding one his way, she stepped closer, her eyes catching his in the low light.
“you’ve been on me all night,” the champagne warmth making her words smooth. “now i’m wonderin’ if you can back it up.”
his brows lifted, a slow grin spreading. “oh, word? that’s how you comin’?”
“mmhm.” her nails dragging through the fabric of his shirt as she stepped in close enough that their knees touched.
he opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off with a kiss. it was slow, calculated. she wanted him to know she was in control. when she pulled back just enough to breathe, she kept her hand on his jaw, tilting his face toward hers again, she smirked against his mouth, giving his chain a tug before turning.
she walked deeper into the apartment, the sway in her hips deliberate now. the hallway light hit her skin warm, and she leaned against the bedroom doorframe like she’d been waiting there all night.
“you coming in,” she said, voice calm but edged, “or you just gonna hover?”
he stepped forward without missing a beat, brushing past her with that low grin that felt more like a challenge than a smile.
fanum’s hands landed on her to her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin, her breath caught. he watched her for a moment, eyes locked, the room going quieter.
“you clean?” she asked, voice lower now.
“always,” he said, no pause.
she let a slow smile spread, her hands trailing up his arms. “then don’t hold back.”
his grip tightened, and the look in his eyes told her she wasn’t steering anymore. he kissed her harder now, his mouth claiming hers, and when she tried to keep the pace slow, his hand came up to cup the back of her neck, holding her in place while his tongue slid against hers. her breath caught, and he felt it, deepening the kiss until she had to break for air.
he chuckled, her dress rode higher with every movement until it was bunched at her waist, the lace of her panties visible in the dim light. he hooked his fingers in the waistband, pausing just long enough to make her shift impatiently.
“you ok with this?” his voice was low, but there was no mistaking the seriousness in it.
she nodded, but he didn’t move. “nah, i need to hear it.”
“yeah,” she said, her voice a little breathless, “i’m ok with this.”
that was all he needed. the panties slid down her legs in one smooth pull, his hands returning to her thighs, thumbs pressing deep enough to leave marks. he kissed down her chest, slow at first, then faster, his teeth catching on the soft skin just above her breast before moving lower.
she tried to tug him back up to her mouth, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other traced between her legs. her hips jerked when his fingers slid over her, already slick, and he smiled against her skin.
“thought you was gon’ make it hard,” he murmured.
“shut up,” she said, but her voice broke when he slipped two fingers inside, curling them just right.
her legs tightened around him, and she fought to keep her eyes open as his mouth replaced his hand, tongue working her until her head tipped back against the pillow. every time she got close, he eased off just enough to keep her there, dragging it out until she was shaking.
when he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet, and his grin had turned darker. he pulled her back against him. she felt him hard through his jeans, the slow grind making her exhale a shaky breath.
“say you want it,” he told her, his voice low in her ear.
she tried to keep her composure, her nails dragging into the sheets of her bed. “i want it.”
he smirked, pulling back just enough to see her face. “nah… say it like you mean it.”
the way his thumb pressed deeper made her give in, her voice lower now. “i want you.”
he broke the kiss just to watch her, eyes dark, breathing heavy. he took her wrist into his hand pinning them above her head. “keep your hands where they are.”
then his fingers found her again. this time he moved gentle, slow at first, tracing over slick skin like he was testing her. the light touch had her hips shifting toward him, but he pulled back, smirking. “you think you’re in control right now?”
he watched the way her body clenched around him, then sped up without warning, the wet sound filling the space between their breaths.
fanum watched her body squirm from the pleasure she felt. without a warning he pulled his fingers out, grabbing his dick into his hands. demi whined at the empty feeling.
he pushed into her inch by inch, his hand gripping her thigh and keeping it pinned high against his side so she couldn’t shy away from the stretch. her breath hitched with every slow advance, the heat of him pressing deeper until there was nowhere else for him to go.
he didn’t move right away. his forehead rested against hers, their breathing tangled, his palm sliding over her hip like he was grounding her there. the weight of him was heavy, his chest brushing hers with each inhale, and she felt the way his pulse hammered under his skin.
when he finally pulled back, it was just enough to drag along her walls before he sank back in, the movement unhurried but deliberate. her lips parted in a breathless sound, her nails curling into the sheets.
“you feel that?” he murmured against her mouth, his tone deep and steady, like he already knew the answer.
her nod was barely there, but it made his grip tighten. he did it again, the same slow, full stroke, like he wanted to make her beg for more before he gave it.
her hands slid up his arms, fingers flexing against hard muscle, and that was all he needed to speed up. not wildly, but with more force, his hips snapping forward in sharp, controlled thrusts that made her breath catch.
he shifted his hand to her jaw, tilting her face toward him, forcing her to meet his eyes. “don’t look away.”
her lashes fluttered, but she obeyed, her gaze locked on his while he rolled his hips, finding a deeper angle that made her toes curl and her grip on him tighten.
his other hand slid between them, his thumb brushing over her clit in slow, taunting circles. her mouth spoke for her before her mind could process it. he smirked at the movement keeping her pinned.
her breath came quicker, the muscles in her thighs trembling against his sides, and he could feel the way her body clenched harder around him with every push.
“yeah,” he rasped, his mouth brushing the shell of her ear, “just like that.”
their skin stuck in the heat, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with sweat, and he dipped his head low, kissing down the slope of her neck until his teeth grazed her shoulder. she shivered, and he smiled against her skin like he’d just confirmed something he already knew.
then he pulled back almost to the tip before driving back in hard, the shift stealing the air from her lungs. she clutched his shoulders, her nails pressing into the muscle, and he took that as his green light to do it again. his movement were sharp, and deliberate thrusts that had her gasping into his mouth.
“that’s it,” he muttered, his thumb dragging across her bottom lip before slipping inside her mouth for her to taste. “look at me when i’m talking to you.”
her legs tightened around his waist at his commands, trying to keep him there, but he hooked one arm under her thigh and pushed it higher, opening her up so every thrust landed harder, deeper.
her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts, her nails dragging down his arms hard enough to sting. he just leaned into it, hips rolling forward, his thumb finding her clit again, rubbing with a steady, ruthless pressure.
“nah, keep them right here for me,” he said, his tone low but sharp watching her body start shaking.
his eyes locked on hers like he was reading every reaction. the heat built fast, curling tight in her stomach, every movement pushing her closer until she was gasping out sounds she didn’t even recognize as hers.
“you gonna come for me?” he asked.
she could only nod, her lips trembling, and he smirked like he’d been waiting for that.
“then do it,” he ordered, his voice almost a growl, his pace unrelenting.
it hit her hard, her body locked, her nails digging deep as the wave tore through her. her moan broke into smaller sounds, her hips twitching under his weight, and he kept going, riding her through it, his own breathing getting heavier, messier.
he finally buried himself deep one last time, holding it there as he came, a guttural sound left his chest while his grip stayed firm on her hips. his forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing heavy, skin damp and flushed.
for a moment, neither of them moved, just the sound of their breathing filling the room, their bodies still tangled.
