Your brown eyes stared into his as you looked for friction, any kind of friction. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and he loved the power to make you into a screaming, needy mess.
You rolled your naked hips against his thigh, covered by his dress pants. His jacket was forgotten, his tie was undone, a couple of buttons opened on the crisp white dress shirt. His ginger hair was still perfectly arranged as he raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want?”
You were past the point of caring about how you sounded as you begged, “I want to cum, daddy, please.”
His right hand held your chin as his left hand pushed your dress higher so he could see just how desperately you were moving on him. Despite wearing panties, there was a wet spot starting to form on his pants and he smirked.
Well I’m that case! Can you imagine Freddie coming home and taking his anger out on you in bed after he went after Tkachuk?
OMG 🥵😈
As soon as you saw Freddie go after that Ottawa player, you knew that it was going to be rough tonight. You made sure you had a glass of water and energy bars by the bed because you knew Freddie was going to use you and use you hard. Your cunt tingled as you thought about it; you loved it when he was rough. You left your shirt on but slid your shorts and underwear off.
As soon as he came in, dressed in another impeccable suit, you felt the energy coming off of him. No words were exchanged but you felt his hands touch you, at first softly. Then his hand came around your throat as he breathed into your ear. Soft kisses were left on your neck before a soft voice commanded, “Jump.”
Jumping up, you wrapped your legs around Freddie’s waist as he pinned you to the wall. Rubbing yourself against him, you tangled your hands into his hair. The first real clue on how the night was going to go was when his lips touched yours, demanding as he kissed you, showing you his frustration and constant hunger he has for you. The second clue was the rip of your t-shirt, baring your breasts and the rest of your to Freddie. A growl left his throat as you moaned. Two calloused fingers stroked through your folds before entering your pussy.
“Did you play with yourself while you were waiting for me?”
A/N: If you have any ideas or requests feel free to message me!
Characters: Kasperi Kapanen, William Nylander
Words: 1,494
Warnings: Mild Language
“I have a venti nonfat half-sweet vanilla soy latte on the bar for Madison!” you called out, effectively ending your current rush of espresso-based beverages.
Yes, you worked for Starbucks.
No, that didn’t make you basic.
Your close friend William however begged to differ.
“Yeah can I get one of those mochachino thingys, but with like no sugar and extra coffee? Oh, but I want whipped cream. I can’t not have whipped cream,”
One of your co-workers, or your shift-supervisor to be exact, looked over towards you from the main cash register with an unamused look on her face.
You’d met William last spring. It was only about a week after you started working at this location did you realize he was a common occurrence. Over time and after some light flirting as you called it, you got to know a lot about Will, and his job playing for the resident hockey team here in Toronto. Eventually you began hanging out after work and had even exchanged phone numbers, and your snap streak with him was still going on, even today. He had become one of your close friends, and it felt strange when you didn’t see him almost everyday.
But here he was again, pestering you while you were on the job.
This wasn’t anything new. William always would come in after his morning practices to tease you. You would work 5:30 until 2:00 each weekday, and Will would show up around 1:30 to wait until you got off. But as the Leafs’ season finally got into full swing, Will’s presence was starting to become a handful.
When customers would recognize him, all hell would break loose in the café. And as much as you loved having him around to brighten up the end of your shift, you knew you were close to getting a talking to from management.
“William, I’m working,” you gritted out as the happy-go-lucky, blonde leaned up against the bar stand, watching you dish out each handcrafted beverage.
“But it’s ten to,” William whined back, “you’re almost finished.”
“Almost is the key word there Will,” you replied, focusing on the next drink that had just been delivered to you.
William waved you off, “just ignore them babe. If anything, you’re just providing an excellent customer service experience,”
You scoffed, “tell that to my boss. See how fast my ass gets fired,”
“I mean I wouldn’t complain, you do have a nice ass Y/N,” Will winked back causing you to roll your eyes.
“So have you seen Grande Black Americano around today?” your friend asked you, and you paused in thought.
Grande Black Americano was the name of a regular customer you had at the store. He was your Sbux crush according to a few of your co-workers. He usually came in bright and early each day, just about twenty minutes after we opened and about a half an hour before the regular rush. He was tall, had luscious wavy hair, gorgeous green-hazel eyes, and had a set of perfect pouty lips. Oh, and his voice, oh his voice got to you.
But his schedule was weird. Some weeks he’d be in everyday, and then sometimes you’d go about a week and a bit without seeing him. You figured he just travelled for work or something.
“No I haven’t,” you told William, “I actually haven’t seen him for a while,”
William seemed to smirk, which caused you to furrow your brow. What was he up to?
“I wouldn’t concern yourself over it Y/N, he’s bound to pop in eventually. In fact, I have a feeling you might even see him tomorrow,”
You hadn’t thought much over his words, but low in behold, the next morning, Grand Black Americano himself strolled into the café.
You were currently by yourself behind the counter of the café because your supervisor was in the backroom working on her administrative tasks. Looking up from the sound of the door opening, you sent the man a smile.
“Hey,” you spoke softly, as you met him at the front cash.
“Hey Y/N, how are you today?” he asked you, sending you a small smile.
“I’m alright, a little sleepy,” you told him, “it was rough rolling out of bed today,”
He chuckled, “Yeah I feel you. I had a late night so when my alarm went off this morning I think I hit snooze at least twice,”
You smiled at him as you took his exact change, three dollars and ten cents, and placed the money in the till.
Following you down to the bar, you quickly grabbed his cup and cued his espresso shots. “No name today?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow as he sent you a smirk.
This was a regular thing between you. He had never once given you his name because he claimed you wouldn’t be able to spell it properly or even pronounce it right. It had almost become a game, as it amused the both of you.
“I mean you know my name,” you added, hoping to persuade him into telling and he chuckled.
“Just put Cass, but there’s a trick.” He said, his eyes challenging you, “it’s spelt different,”
Pursing your lips, you nodded towards him, accepting his test. It was spelt funny huh?
“Could I maybe have a hint? A freebie?” you asked, causing him to laugh.
“A freebie?” he questioned, “hmm, well I’ll tell you this, there are only three letters,”
Three letters, so Cas?
No that wouldn’t look right, you thought to yourself.
He said that it’s spelt different.
As you thought, your eyes trailed along the many tattoo’s that lined across his left arm. As you looked at each piece of art you found yourself stop once you got to the one tattoo he had that either spelled a word or a name. Either way you still couldn’t pronounce it regardless, but as you tried to figure out what it meant, you noticed the letter ‘k,’ was embedded within it.
K.
Kas? Maybe?
You went with your gut and scribbled the three-letter name onto the cup before filling it with Kas’ coffee. Placing the cup down, you watched carefully as Kas picked up the cup. Turning it in his hand you watched at his lips turned upward and he chuckled.
“Well?” you questioned, placing your hands on your hips.
He grinned at you, “I figured you were a smart girl,”
“So I got it?” you questioned, hope filling inside you at the fact that you had finally been given a name to describe your favourite regular.
He smirked before heading towards the front door, “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,”
After a painfully long shift, William walked in just as you were punching out. Deciding it was a nice day, you both got yourselves a drink before heading out onto the patio. Taking a seat, you pulled your long Y/H/C hair free from your ponytail and tried to relax.
“Well how was practice?” You asked your hockey-playing friend.
Will shrugged, “so-so, how was work?”
You couldn’t help the grin that made its way onto your face. “I think I learned Grande Black Americano’s name today,”
“Oh, so he finally told you?” Will asked, smirking slightly. He had already been aware of the game shared between the two of you.
“Well not exactly, but he helped me guess,” you told him. Will quirked an eyebrow and you chuckled. “I think it’s only his nickname though,”
Will nodded, crossing his arms, “Well what is it then?”
“He said it was Kas, and he made me guess how to spell it,” I said and Will rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
“Did you at least spell it right?” William asked and you nodded, “I think so, either way I’m super happy to have at least something to call him by,”
William laughed, “oh for the love of god,”
You gave him a confused look, “what’s wrong?”
“It’s Kasperi,”
You blinked.
“What?’
“His name,” William laughed, “his name is Kasperi.”
Your mouth dropped open. Will had known who he was this entire time?
“How did you know?” you questioned, feeling almost offended.
“Because we’re best friends’ Y/N,” Will admitted. “We both live in the same building across the street and he mentioned you once. He called you the ‘cute barista girl,’ and I knew he came here. And once I got to know you I figured out you both were talking about one another,”
“So you’ve known this entire time?” you questioned. You wanted to kill him.
“Mhm, this is just too entertaining,” he laughed again.
“Does he know?” you asked again, suddenly considering how embarrassing this could potentially be.
Will shook his head, “I’ve avoided introducing the two of you purposely. He has no clue.”
“William,” you whined, feeling flustered, “how could you?”
“Trust me, this was so much better,” Will told you. “Now the next time you see him you can knock him on his ass,”
“Then you’ll introduce us?” You asked.
William sent you a grin, “then I’ll introduce you,”
