This is my first time writing this man, hopefully I did it well
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“You ever have like, fantasies that are kind of embarrassing or some shit? Like, you know you probably shouldn’t be into that kind of shit but that’s almost what makes it appealing to begin with?” Teacake asks you, his face contorted like he’s confused about what he’s asking.
You giggle, turning to him as you kick your feet up over his lap. His hands reach for your ankles instinctively, wrapping around them as he pretends he’s still watching TV. His eyes give him away, pensive and bouncing back and forth.
“What kind of weird porn you been watching, Travie?” you ask with a snort, watching as his lips quirk up and his cheeks redden.
The nickname seems to make him melt a little but he continues, “Nah, it’s not like— okay, it ain’t my fault. It’s them algorithms, pushing you to watch weird shit because you been scrolling too damn long and really, it’s mostly out of boredom and you ain’t even that horny anymore. But that’s how they reel you back in. Boom, crazy shit. Gets you curious and so you click and down the fucking rabbit hole you go.”
“I can’t say I’ve had that experience,” you hum but encourage him to go on, “but that’s okay. Tell me what you were looking at.”
He gets real shy then, “I’m not like, a pervert or anything, ‘kay? I don’t make it a habit of looking at fucked up shit, alright.”
“I believe you,” you say and you mean it. The sex you two have is great, wonderful and the best you’ve had but it isn’t exactly pushing boundaries or tiptoeing the line of kink. Maybe this conversation can lead it that way, however.
“It’s like, alright, shit, okay, it’s technically piss stuff but not like that golden showers, in the mouth weird stuff,” he blurts out, eyes getting wide.
“Wow,” you breathe because that is shocking, definitely not something you’ve ever even thought of. “What kind is it then?”
Teacake sighs, shakes his head a bit like he’s attempting to think before he speaks but really, he isn’t good at that, “Like bladder control stuff. Girls holding it in and squirming around and…” he swallows hard, “making these sounds and shit.”
That’s intriguing, but you have a ton of questions. You purse your lips as you think but he doesn’t wait, can’t have the air empty like that.
“It was weird at first, like, I wasn’t immediately like oh fuck yeah, super into this,” he rants, “I was like yo, what the fuck is this and it has this Japanese name for it but I didn’t even find that out ‘til later. Anyways, I was like what the fuck but I watched a little longer and it got more appealing and my dick got like, really fucking hard.”
You have to stop him so you can ask some questions, so you put your finger to his lips. Make those eyes you make at him when he just won’t shut up and he takes the hint. Nods softly at you as he waits.
“What do you mean by control?” you ask, eyebrow raised.
“Like the girl drinks a ton of water and holds in her pee,” he explains, “which believe me, I know this shit sounds nuts but I just, I don’t know, man, I liked it.”
You hum, happy that he doesn’t continue rambling so that you can inquire further. “And what, the videos are just like the girl alone trying not to pee?”
“Yeah, some of them, a lot of them end up pissing themselves but there’s like other ones where the girls are getting fucked and they have to pee so bad so they’re like squirming and whimpering and shit and…”
You can feel him getting aroused under your calf which makes you laugh, you don’t mean to and it’s not in a cruel way but him just recalling this stuff has him sporting a semi.
“Don’t laugh, jeez!” he groans, tilting his head back.
“I’m not judging you! I promise,” you assure him, “It’s just cute is all. We can explore it, some other time. I’m just really tired today and I don’t have to pee.”
“We can?” he asks, smile returning to his face all bright and wide.
“Sure, Travie,” you lean over to kiss the corner of his lips, “I’ll try anything once for ya. Well… not anything, but lots.”
It gets forgotten for a while. You for sure thought about it for the days following the conversation but Travis didn’t bring it up again and eventually, you did forget about it.
That is until one day.
You woke up and as you were filling your water bottle, he made a comment about making sure you drink all of that. To which you responded that you always do. You’ve been making sure you stayed hydrated, unrelated to his confession.
You did drink it all while you were at work, but when Travis got home, he refilled it for you and brought it to you. Said again, “Make sure you drink all that, sugar.”
“What is up with you today?” you ask, totally oblivious to his true intentions.
“What’cha talking about? Ain’t nothing up with me,” he feigns innocence with his hands up, “just making sure you’re drinking enough.”
You narrow your eyes at him, wondering what he’s up to. But again it gets forgotten as the pair of you cook dinner, yet he’s insistent you keep drinking from the bottle. You feel like you’ve definitely gotten close to finishing it but every time you pick it up, there’s more water. But Teacake is real good at distracting you with his ranting and rambling.
Tells you all about his day and maybe every thought he had while you plate up for dinner. Continues through it and doing the dishes. It’s then you realize you’ve had a lot of water, because the running faucet has you wiggling a little in discomfort. So you say, “Excuse me, gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait!” he calls, hand wrapped around your wrist as he looks at you with those big hazel eyes. His blonde hair bobs with the quick movement of him turning to catch you. “Can you hold it for me?”
“Why the fuck do you want me to hold my—“ it hits you then. The realization that Travis has been giving you water all day for this purpose sets in and you giggle as the memory of that conversation floods in. “Oh… that’s why… alright. I’ll uh, try.”
This is going to be harder than you thought. Your bladder is absolutely full, not to a point of pain but slight discomfort. You have to wiggle your leg to find a bit of relief. “I’ll uh, finish up the dishes then.”
Travis groans lowly, puts his hands on your waist as he crowds you from behind. He presses his hips against your ass and kisses against the shell of your ear, “You gotta go real bad, huh? I bet it’s buggin’ you so bad, with the water running, just making you think about how bad you gotta go.”
“Mhm,” you manage out, pressing your thighs together as you struggle to scrub the pots and pans. You were so close to being done with the dishes. You could do it, but you were really wondering how you were going to manage holding it in. And wetting yourself was just not an option, not while you were in the kitchen. “It’s so bad, Travis. Like, genuinely, I don’t know if I can hold it.”
“Baby, babygirl, you can,” he growls against your ear, “I know you can do it for me.”
And you really want to, but it’s proving difficult. He seems to have done his research, his hand dips into the waistband of your pants and his middle finger finds your clit, with some adjustment. But he finds it, kisses against your ear as he rubs slowly against your clit before asking, “That helping at all? Reading about it, some say it helps but some of them say it can make it worse. If it’s making it worse, I’ll stop.”
The thought of him being so into this that he’s online reading about it makes your stomach flip. You love your boyfriend, you want to be able to fulfill any fantasy he has and you might be into this one. You’ll just have to wait and see.
“It’s helping,” you gasp out, squirming between his strong body and the counter. “Fuck, okay… yeah, that helps a lot.”
Travis exhales against you, you can hear the smile in it and even better, you can feel his growing erection against your ass. Which really, makes all of this so worth it.
“Good god, that’s fucking hot,” he mumbles out, “feeling you squirm like that, fuck.”
His voice sends shivers down your spine, always does but this context is a little different. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so desperate, so needy and it’s doing something to you. Makes you squeeze your thighs together for a whole different reason. You trap his hand between your legs and drop the sponge. “Bedroom, Travis, now.”
“Shit, fuck, yes! Okay,” he pulls his hand out from your waistband and rushes towards the bedroom.
You shake your head, waddling your way towards the bedroom and when you get there, Teacake is pulling his shirt over his head and making quick work of his pants. And god, does he look excited. So you let it slide that he practically abandoned you in the kitchen.
“Okay, how do you like want me? I feel like anything but on my back, I’m gonna immediately pee on you and I don’t know if that’s what you’re looking for or—“
“On your back is good, sugar. Want you to hold it ‘til you can’t no more,” he says, rushed, as he begins undressing you. He’s quick to undress you, throwing your clothes on the floor before spinning you and laying you back on the bed. You’re nervous to spread your legs, but he’s pushing the open and getting himself between them. Slaps the head of his cock against your swollen lips like he always does.
You inhale sharply, “Travis, I don’t wanna make a mess on the bed. That’s—“
“Shh, we’ll worry about that later, I gotta be in you like right fucking now, dear god. My dick is so fucking hard, baby. This is so fucking hot,” he rasps out, pushing the tip of his cock through your folds.
Your back arches from the sensation, the uncomfortable feeling in your bladder starts to dissipate momentarily. Travis circles the head of his cock around your entrance, inhaling sharply as he sees proof of how much this is actually turning you on. As he slips into you, the pressure on your bladder makes itself known again and you squeal, squirming a bit as he gets about half way inside.
“What?! What? Not good? Am I hurt in’ ya? I don’t wanna hurt ya, nobody said anything about that part hurting. I guess it makes sense,” he starts, so concerned as he looks down at you with those eyes.
You shake your head, rubbing at his side, “No, didn't hurt. Just hard to hold it.”
He likes that. He must, because he leans down and connects your lips in a feverish kiss. Then he smoothes his hands down your sides, sliding the rest of the way in. He huffs, “Fuck, you feel so good, sugar. That’s so fucking hot, tell me how you feel, wanna know what it’s like. Please.”
That manages to pull a giggle from you, “It’s… different. Uncomfortable but not that bad, kinda makes… well.” It’s your turn to get embarrassed.
“Well, what? Tell me, sugar.”
“It’s almost like, how it feels before I cum. Like the pressure is so intense,” you offer.
“That’s so good, fucking hell. Oh, yeah,” he moans out, working his hips in a slow but steady rhythm. And that does a lot to quell the pressure in your bladder, or maybe it’s just masked as a pressure you’re used to during sex.
Then Travis puts his hand over your bladder, pushes down on it as he fucks you slowly. Your eyes snap shut as you wiggle beneath him, whimpering from the feeling. It’s not pain, not really at all. It’s pretty euphoric even though it’s tortuous. Though, it’s sure taking a lot to not empty your bladder.
“S’that good, baby? Feel good?” he asks, voice in a tone that’s somewhat familiar but way more wrecked than you’re used to. You sure as hell would like to hear it some more.
You squirm some more, which makes Travis speed up his strokes, thrusts even harder.
You’re at a loss for words so you don’t answer him, not verbally. You try to nod but it goes unnoticed because you’re squirming so much. He keeps pressing on your bladder, watching you intensely with his lips parted as you whine, whimper and thrash beneath him. You have to focus, though. You can’t cut his fantasy short. So you look at him, distract yourself as you admire everything physically you love about Teacake.
First, his eyes. Big and round, full of expression at any given moment. Next up, his strong brows, furrowed in pleasure. Your eyes jump up to the grown out roots of his wild, bleached hair. Then down to his neck, where HOWDY is tattooed in likely, ballpoint pen ink. You swipe your finger down it, before resting your hands on his broad shoulders. Feeling them flex as he thrusts in and out. He opens his mouth to speak, and you don’t quite hear it but your eyes follow. Watching them move around the words. That gorgeous mouth, straight square teeth under those pink, plump lips that never stop running. His nostrils flare and that’s where you’re eyes come to next, skating that sharp slope. God, he’s really something else, you think. And it’s worked, you’re thoroughly distracted from the urge to pee.
Until Travis squeezes your side, where your bladder is at while his hips work relentlessly against your core. Reality hits you hard, the sound of your skin meeting fills your ears, along with Teacake’s horny rambling.
“Fuck, you’re squirming so much, shit— that’s, fuck that’s hot, oh God. You’re so good, just holding it in for me, fuck, god, shit, oh my god,” he rambles, voice wavering with how absolutely turned on he is.
And you can’t hold it much longer, really, you try to tell him so but he licks his fingers before pressing them to your clit and works them in circles, exactly how he knows you like. His other hand presses down on your bladder and you’re squealing, head thrown back as your spine arches. It happens, then. You actually piss on him. While he’s fucking you. And it’s timed so perfectly that you reach your climax at the same time. Perhaps from the relief. But it rushes through you like a giant wave crashing against the shore. Your hands find Teacake’s blonde hair, tugging on the tendrils as you seize beneath him.
“Oh, fuuuuck, oh, shit!” you hear him moan out, working you through your orgasm but he quickly moves his hands to grab onto your hips. Works quickly, pumping his cock in and out of you. Chasing an orgasm you’re sure isn’t too far behind.
Teacake pulls out, jerks over your stomach twice before he’s spilling out over it. Cums a lot. You watch in awe, chest heaving from how intense the orgasm you had was. And you’re happy you explored this with him.
He leans down to kiss you, deep and appreciative. You kiss back, though quickly you start to feel very gross and wet. So you push him back a little.
“How’s about we throw these sheets in the wash and hop in the shower?”
“That uncomfortable, huh?” he asks with an exhausted smile.
You laugh and shake your head, “That was amazing, but yeah, starting to feel gross. Hurry up, if you're lucky, I’ll tell you all about the fantasies I’ve been hiding.”
CW: Biting - I use ‘bite’ and ‘giving hickeys’ pretty interchangeably.
Author’s Note: Sorry for going MIA - I finally finished my last year of post-secondary! As I’m getting back into posting, I’ve decided to start with a headcannon list for all my lovely readers.
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Laurance, Travis, Dante
Enjoys giving you hickeys
Anytime you give him access to your chest there will be a new hickey (it’s his preferred place to bite)
Would love to leave bites where others can see them but he won’t do it unless you’re okay with it
Never bites you too hard - but always hard enough to make his bites dark and distinct
Always asks you to send him pictures of your chest with the express purpose of seeing the hickeys he’s left on your skin
If the bites are fading he’ll definitely give you new ones the next time he sees you
Also enjoys when you leave hickeys on him, too
Isn’t above asking (and begging) for a hickey or two
Lets you bite him in most places, so long as it isn’t an objectively weird place to leave a mark (forehead, knees, etc.)
If the two of you are together in private, he’ll let you bite him whenever you want to
Just know that unprompted hickeys will probably lead to him getting aroused
Blaze, Garroth
Loves to bite you and give you hickeys
When in a long term relationship with him, there’s hardly a time when he leaves you with less than 3 hickeys on your body
He can’t get enough of his lips on your body (respectfully, of course)
Tends to get carried away when giving you hickeys - especially when he’s leaving bites on your upper thighs
Cuteness aggression cranked up to the max = many, many bites and hickeys
Also loves it when you bite him
You never have to ask before you leave a hickey on him
In fact, he prefers when you bite him unprompted
Absolutely loves when you leave a surprise hickey on his neck
It’s always a good day when you give him hickeys
Gene, Zenix
Likes to, but doesn’t go out of his way to bite you
He doesn’t dislike the idea of giving you hickeys but doesn’t particularly care for it either (outside of the bedroom, that is)
If he knows you particularly like it, he might be more generous with how often he’ll indulge you
He gives in pretty quickly once you genuinely voice your desires for some hickeys
He’ll tease you about it though
Secretly likes when you give him hickeys
He never outright asks you to bite him - he’s far above that
However, that is far from saying he doesn’t like it when you give him hickeys
Occasionally rage baits you into biting him
Will usually let you bite him unprompted so long as you’re not out in public
Vylad, Zane
Doesn’t like to, but will leave you hickeys if you like it
It’s not that he finds it unappealing or childish, he’s just indifferent towards it
If you express clear enjoyment then he will make an effort to leave bites on you - it’s just not on the top of his priorities
He’d much rather cook you a nice dinner or buy you a nice outfit
Still, he’ll always want to give you what you want - even if what you want has him kissing and biting your sensitive skin
Prefers not to be bitten, but will let you if you ask
He doesn’t mind if you bite him gently over his clothes when you’re alone, but if you have intentions to leave a mark then he needs you to let him know
He mostly lets you bite his upper arms and chest, though he’ll occasionally let you bite his thighs if you ask nicely
Occasionally, if he’s in a particularly giving mood, he’ll let you leave as many marks as you want
Later, when he looks in the mirror at what you’ve left him, he’ll be amused - maybe he’ll let you do this to him more often
Ein (With a non-werewolf partner, specifically)
Absolutely loves giving love bites, just not to you
At least, not at first - you’re not a werewolf, after all
Why bother marking his partner if he’s not going to stay? You’re just a means to an end
But he can’t deny how much he loves seeing your skin littered with dark marks from his lips - even if he’d never admit it
If you point out the marks then he'll makes a mental effort to stop, but his efforts only last for so long. He can’t help himself when it comes to you
Does not want to be bitten by you at all
Once again, you’re not a werewolf - don’t go thinking you can leave any hickeys on him
But the one time you do leave a mark, he can’t stop looking at it
He stares, pokes and prods at the mark like a teenager who got their first hickey
It pains him to admit it, but he likes it. Viscerally.
He’ll never, ever, ask you to leave him any marks but he’ll never tell you he doesn’t want them either. It’s up to you to figure out if he actually likes it or not.
Summary: When you find out Travis has been arrested, you rush to see him.
Warnings: Angsty but idk if it's like full angst (I have no sense of how angsty something is it all makes me sad)
This is super short, I wanted it to be a full fic but it's more of a blurb ig. Also I know cupcake is a cringy ass pet name but it wouldn't be Travis without a cringy name and I think cupcake would be cute (because he's called teacake, duh)
"What!?" You yell into the phone. Travis has just called you from the police station. He only got out 'I'm at the station. I... I got arrested.' before you hung up the phone and ran out to the car.
You speed the entire way to the police station (probably not the best idea), your breathing uneven as you park your car.
You practically run up to the front desk, your hands on the marble and your eyes wide.
"I'm-- I'm looking for a Travis. Uh, Travis Meacham. He called me and said he was--" The lady stands, leading you towards a hallway and to a door. She opens it up, and Travis is inside, handcuffed. At least his hands aren't behind his back, they're just in his lap.
The room seems to be some sort of waiting room. There's a little desk where an officer is sitting, a look of pity in his eyes. There are small holding cells that are empty, and a few benches around the walls.
Travis is sitting on one of those benches, his head hung low.
"Travis! Travis, what did you do!?" You're on the verge of tears, cupping Travis' cheeks and sitting beside him on the bench.
"Y/N... You came..." He whispers, his big eyes almost shocked.
"Of course I came. I can't-- I just-- Travis, what happened?" You let out a shaky breath, your tears filling up with fat tears.
"I uh-- I... Fuck, he told me to wait in the car while he ran into the store and he came back and he told me to drive and I... I just did. And then I saw the lights and I heard the sirens and I just kept driving. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."
"Why?" The tears begin to fall, your breathing quicker now. "Travis, you're not like that." You cry, your hands resting on Travis' shoulders.
"I don't know, cupcake. I-I just. I know I get talked into things easily and I just fucking-- I'm so stupid. Please don't cry. Don't cry." He whispers, trying to reach up to hold your face, but remembering he's cuffed, he sighs. "Hey, man, can I just get these off. I haven't resisted or anything. Please, man. I just wanna help her."
The officer gives a look of pity, then looks at the scene in front of him. He sighs, stands up, and unlocks the handcuffs. Travis immediately reaches up to cup your face, wiping away your tears.
"Travis. Baby, I can't-- How long will he get?" You look up at the officer, tears wetting your face and your bottom lip shaking.
"It depends on the judge, the jury, all that. Usually, I see around 1-3 years for getaway drivers who had no other relation to the crime other than driving." The man says, letting out a deep sigh.
"One to-- Holy shit! Travis, no, no, no, no. When-- When can I pay bail?" You ask the officer, but you don't look away from Travis. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, his eyes filling with his own tears.
"You--" The officer starts, but Travis cuts him off. "No. No matter what bail is, you're not paying it. You're not spending your well-earned money on your jagoff boyfriend. I'll serve whatever I need to."
"No. Travis, please." Travis' comfort has done nothing to help you, your sobs now wracking your body. You wrap your arms around his neck, and his hands find your waist.
"It'll be alright. No matter what happens, we'll be okay." He whispers in your ear, pressing kisses to your head.
"Why'd you do it, T..." You sob against him, a hand reaching down to weakly slap at his chest.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, cupcake." He gently strokes your hair, before the officer begrudgingly taps his shoulder.
"We've uhm... We gotta get your prints and photos, then questioning. I'm sorry, ma'am, but you're gonna have to go." The officer truly does sound like he wishes he didn't have to split you up.
"I love you, Travis. I'll see you any chance I can." You try to make your voice sound how it's supposed to, but it shakes and cracks.
"I love you, too, Y/N. I love you so much. Go home, get some sleep." He sighs, knowing you likely won't get any sleep because, well, how could you?
You squeeze his hand softly as you stand, before walking away as Travis stands up.
You give each other one last longing look before you walk out of the room.
So I sorta wanna write like a bunch of fics, like while he's in prison and then when he gets released but I want to see what people think about this first. ALSO I want to watch Fargo for the sole purpose of writing for Gator because he's just such a dickhead and I want to put him in his place
summary . . . you weren't exactly anticipating to develop feelings for your new co-worker, travis, but how could you not? he's funny, he's caring, and he'll do practically anything to please you. including sneaking around your bosses' back and doing the hardest thing he's ever done: keeping his mouth shut.
contents/warnings . . . smut, semi public sex, unrequited love (?), pitiful loverboy!travis, not proof read.
a/n . . . something a lil short while i lock in on these fic ideas...motivation has been a bitch istg i be writing whole fics in my head then i sit down to actually write them and i cant. anyways my baby travissss, love him sm it hurts. keys fic next hopefully.
travis knew he had to careful when it came to his new job. he really needed the second chance, a shot at a better life, get his shit together after prison. but trouble just follows him wherever he goes, it seems, because he gets put on the night shift with you of all people. way too pretty, funny and charming for your own good.
his eyes are supposed to be on the cameras. on his book. on anything else. but he can't help himself; you look too tempting, sitting there in your chair, one leg crossed over the other, scrolling on your phone with a lollipop in one hand. he watches as you take it into your mouth, swirl your tongue around it, lick your lips after you take it out...
he shifts awkwardly in his seat, averting his gaze before you catch on. however, he can tell by the smug gleam in your eyes you already have: you just prefer to watch him squirm in silence.
your break technically ended 10 minutes ago, meaning you were supposed to be doing the rounds like usual.
was he going to say anything? of course not. you could use him as your personal door mat and he'd say thank you.
"hello? earth to travis?" your voice breaks him out of his trance, his eyes flickering to yours a little too quickly. you have that infuriating little smirk on your face he both loves and despises at the same time.
"y-yeah? sorry, i uh...zoned out. feelin' kinda out of it tonight. maybe it's the weather. sometimes my body kind of struggles with it, y'know? the whole transition from warm to cold. it's so wacky and unbalanced, throws me off my game-"
there he goes again. rambling on an excuse that you both know is bullshit. yet he never does think all that clearly or rationally when it comes to you, so does he stop? nope. not until he sees the subtle arch of your eyebrow. damn it, travis! get it together!
"the weather, huh?" you repeat, your tone betraying your amusement. you just had to be snarky, didn't you?
travis swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight and his mouth too dry. "uh, yeah."
you let out a "hm" sound, simply just enjoying the sight before you for a moment. his stupidly pretty face tinged with that slight flush only you could get out of him. after discarding of your lollipop stick, you slowly rise and saunter over to him, his eyes tracking your every move like a hawk.
"i don't think i've ever seen you focused on even the camera's like this," you tease, because you can't help yourself. as you get closer, you pause and study his big brown eyes that never leave yours. you could almost see hearts inside them, like he's some cartoon character ogling over you because let's be honest, he totally was.
"nothin' on the cameras is ever this interesting..." travis states, as if it's the simplest thing ever, because it is. you are the one thing in his jumbled brain that makes sense, at the end of the day.
after a quick glance down the hall, you close the distance and straddle his lap. travis let's out a breathy sound, body tensing for a moment as he looks at you like the answer to all his problems is written on your face.
"what're you doin'? this isn't a good idea-" you press your finger to his lip, effectively shutting him up for once, and his flush deepens.
"trav, don't. we're the only one's in here, m'kay? just gotta be discreet."
his hands come to rest on your hips, his arousal evident in his pants as his dick stirs to life at your words.
"god, you're gonna get me in trouble." travis swallows hard, your proximity doing more to him then he'd like to admit.
"shhh, we'll be okay. we'll keep in the dark."
his lips meet yours, sudden and hungry. all it takes is a slow grind against his boner and your both moaning into each others' mouths, unable to care who hears or sees.
yeah, this was definitely going to be a problem.
it had become routine at this point. neither of you could stop because it just felt too good.
during breaks, before and after shifts, hell even during shifts, you and travis would sneak off to some old storage unit and fuck. against the cold concrete walls or the floor, on top of old furniture that creaked with every thrust of his hips into yours. the little indents of the floor on your knees when you'd get him off with your mouth just to hear those pathetic little whines of his.
you could see he was struggling. the secrecy, the downright dirtiness of it all, something you had to keep tucked into corners where the cameras didn't see and the least busiest hours of the night. you knew you'd get fired without a second thought. and yet, you both still do it anyways, consequences be damned.
"o-oh, oh...fuck-" travis moaned, completely gone. just an incoherent mess with hair sticking to his face due to sweat. he had you laying down on your back on top of an old mahogany wood desk that you desperately clawed at with every thrust he gave you. you'd surely leave marks, little scratches caused by pure pleasure you didn't know how to take, but always chased regardless.
your hand flew to his mouth, trying to get him to shut the fuck up- something that has proved to be more difficult than you'd like to admit. even when he's balls deep inside you, he still has to run his pretty little mouth. he even had that little sparkle in his eyes as he took you in, watching as you gasped and writhed beneath him every time your hips met, the contact almost too much to bare. god, the way he looked at you, like were some sort of Goddess or something. like you're the real life version of whatever dream girl he fantasized about all those nights behind bars; always right there but just out of reach. because that's exactly what you were to him now, and a terrified part of him was scared that's all you'd ever be.
"don't you look at me like that," you manage to say, breathless. "it's just too...real."
you lean up slightly to kiss him before he can respond. because you know if you gave travis the time to say anything, he'd never fucking stop. his pace became erratic and rough, sending your eyes rolling back and his head tilting towards the ceiling as your sounds increased in volume. surely these walls were soundproof, right? it was far too late to start worrying about that now, both of you reaching your climax without warning.
the release is good, as always. the tension fading from your shoulders, travis' mess of mind finally silent, even if just for a moment. the only thing he can focus on is the way you come around him, squeezing him like no tomorrow. how could something so wrong feel so good?
as your both redressing, travis speaks up before he fully thinks it through, like always. "hey, uh. no clue what your up to after work tonight, but...would you maybe wanna grab a bite to eat or somethin'? maybe a drink or- whatever you have in mind. really, either one is fine. or we don't have to do anything at all, works draining lately and uh, so is this- arrangement we have. thought maybe it'd-"
"trav. that's not what i call you for, remember?" you remind him with a small smile, one too sweet for the activity you just partook in. you give him a peck on the cheek, moving past him for the door.
"let's get back out there. cameras aren't gonna watch themselves, yeah?"
"r-right. yeah. they aren't..."
he practically scrambled after you, looking like a lost puppy. that's really what you do to him, at the end of the day. send him chasing his tail in circles just trying to see what you'll do next, when you'll decide to want him. even if for right now it's just his body, he'll take what he can get.
