Synopsis: After your first time, you couldn't help but ask for more.
2.6k words
CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, bottom male reader, the ship does not sail, implied consent, handjobs, creampie, use of pet names (love, darling), feminine descriptors towards the reader (pretty), praise kink, voice kink, sex worker top oc, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (if you squint), spit as lube, rimming? (kind of?)...
Note: I did not expect to write part two. Long overdue, so sorry about that.
No beta, we die like men.
The glow of your phone bit into the darkness of the room. Your fingers were moving on their own as they texted the same number, but your rationality stopped them just as they hovered over the “send” button. You strayed back to his arms around you, his deliberate gaze as he waited for your nod, his gravely voice calling you “love” or “darling…
Click.
You tossed the phone onto the sheets. It buzzed before it hit the mattress.
He's not free this week, but he promises to put you on his schedule whenever he has an opening. You'd get to see him again.
The day comes by faster than you'd expect. You ruffle your hair for the fifth time and fix your collar for the third. You reached for the cologne, but pulled back as if the glass bottle was hot to the touch.
No. It's not even a night out. What were you thinking?
You pause for a moment. It could be a night out.
You had memorized every clause of the paperwork and found nothing in the fine print that forbade open air, or street food, or him looking at you under the glow of anything other than a bedside lamp.
That means…
Your fingers click send again before you can second-guess yourself. The read receipt pops up, and the three gray dots begin to dance
"A fireworks festival? Sounds fun, let's meet up at the entrance."
Despite the hassle of a commute to a crowded event area, it was a breath of fresh air to see him at the entrance staring idly at his phone. God, he was just as beautiful as you remembered.
"Hey..." you drifted into his personal space, taking in the familiar clean scent of his cologne. "Um...thanks for agreeing to go out with me." The words came out squeaky and thin. You bit your lip, wishing you had kept your mouth shut.
He laughs politely. "You're saying like I’m doing you a favor..." He straightens and laces his fingers with yours. "Let's have fun tonight, okay?"
The muggy summer evening was made bearable by his palm pressed against yours. The smell of grilled squid and sweet syrup filled the lantern-lit festival, and young children bubbled about between the stalls.
A sudden burst of joy from a nearby stall turned your head. You watched as children hoisted up their paper nets with wriggling orange fish as the water dripped down their elbows. You hadn't realized you stopped until he squeezed your hand.
"You want to play?"
His grin was boyish, and his eyes bright. It's almost as if he's more enthusiastic about this than you were. You feel a smile creep up on your lips as you tilt your head, "Let's play."
A few coins clinked onto the counter, and two fragile paper circles were handed in return. One for him, and one for yourself. The children parted like the Red Sea, providing a path to the shallow tub. The goldfish zig-zagged under the clear water, the water rippling on the surface. Their golden scales shimmered in the lantern light. You dipped your net, but the fish was a blur of motion, leaving you with nothing but a soggy rim of paper.
"Damn," you grumbled, "I forgot how much I sucked at this."
"Here," the voice was a gentle murmur against your ear. His hand slides over yours, his fingers curling gently over your pulse.
“You’re too tense,” his breath brushed against the shell of your ear. “Move slowly… like this.”
He guides your hand through the water, but you've forgotten how to breathe. The lantern's golden reflections ripple on the water, blending with the goldfish as your vision spins with the waves.
"Keep your eyes on the target, love," he teases as his lips graze against your ear.
It's unfortunately hard to focus on the task at hand when the perfect distraction keeps breathing down your neck.
You strive to concentrate. With a single arc, the fish breaches the surface.
"You did it.”
You were still staring at the fish when he returned, dangling a water-filled plastic bag. "Come on." He smiles, reaching a hand out towards you, "We'll miss the firewords if you keep hunkering down on the ground like that."
The moment your hand lands in his, he pulls you up with no effort and intertwines his fingers with yours. The goldfish swam around in the bag, splashing the water.
A jagged, high-pitched sob cut through the festive bustle. Nearby, a little girl stood over the tub, her face crumpled and her cheeks slick with tears. The paper net in her hand had already torn through and turned into a soggy mush of failure. Her friends hovered a few feet away, hoisting their goldfish-filled bags like trophies.
The sight was resonating. Without a word, you reached out, slid the plastic bag from his fingers, and began weaving through the crowd, dragging him along in your wake.
"Hey," you call out softly, dropping to a crouch beside her, "You want mine?"
She sniffles, hiccupping mid-cry, eyes wide as she stares at the orange fish circling inside the plastic bag in your hand, "R-Really?"
You nod and place the bag in her small hands. She stares at the fish in awe before looking back up with a toothy smile, "Thank you!"
You smile once more and get ready to leave when her gaze travels to the man beside you. You turn to look at him before returning to her inquisitive gaze.
"...Is that your boyfriend?"
Huh?
Your mind runs a mile a minute as you find a strategy to explain to the young girl that he is, in fact, not your boyfriend but a man you hired to play the act of one. Though all that effort only caused heat to flood your face as you began spluttering like a fish out of water, "I- Wha- I mean, we're not-"
She blinks a few times, "But you're holding hands, isn't that what couples do?"
You immediately release his hand, but unfortunately, he kept his hand tightly intertwined with yours. You turn to him panickedly, but he doesn’t even look at you and smiles warmly at the girl.
“He’s sweet, isn’t he?” he says, nodding toward you with a playful wink. “Make sure you take good care of that little goldfish, okay?”
The girl nods vigorously before bolting off to her friends, clutching the bagged goldfish close to her chest. Once she disappeared into the crowd, your face collapses in your empty hand.
"Oh my god...why did she..."
He laughs heartily, "Don't be embarrassed, kids say whatever they want." He tugs at your hand, "Let's get going-"
"Why didn't you deny it?" You blurt out. You peer at him through the gaps of your fingers when he replies with silence. He carefully pries the hand on your face and tilts your chin up with his finger. His eyes glowed with the lantern lights as he stared deep into yours.
"You're right. I didn't."
Before you can say anything else, he steps away and squeezes your hand. “Come on,” he urged. “Let’s go see the fireworks before the crowd swallows us whole."
You still haven't caught your breath as he pulls you through the crowd.
"Shh, keep your voice down, love. I can't let anyone else indulge in your sweet sounds," he cooed, his chest pressed against your back, an arm squeezing you close, with his free hand stroking your hard cock.
The fireworks kept going off in the distance.
Your throat constricted as he squeezed your dick. “Ah…hah…fuck- your hand…!” Your pants were pooled at your ankles as you struggled to fight disassociation. If it weren't for him holding onto you so tightly, you would've already crumbled to the floor. The fear of someone passing by finding out by squinting too hard at the alleyway drove you insane. What were the odds?
The summer air wasn’t helping one single bit. It was so hard to breathe.
“Slow…slow down…you’re gonna make me….!”
“Hm? Too much? But you look so adorable like this…” he pressed a kiss to the corner of your eye, breaking the teardrop that hung on the edge, “Look at you, I’ve barely touched you and you’re crying already.” Your hips bucked against his hand as he squeezed the tip of your cock, smearing the precum messily over your swollen tip. The heat of his body drove you crazy…oh, fuck. All you wanted was for him to fuck you on his cock until you saw stars.
He seemed to have taken the hint and began rubbing his clothed bulge against your ass. You groaned as he teasingly bit your ear, “Come on, now,” his voice against your ear, “I know you want it, but you gotta tell me, darling.”
To make matters worse, he slowed his hand, breaking the buildup to your high.
You scowled as your body flushed with embarrassment, “Please…fuck me…” you squeezed out.
“Hm?” He leans closer and holds your cheeks, turning your face to him. “I can’t hear you over the fireworks, you’ve got to talk louder, darling.”
Your eyes lost focus as you heard event goers pass by the mouth of the alleyway. The fireworks had died down by now, and any reckless sound could lead to punishment. Your mouth stitched shut from the fear of exposure.
He taps your cheek.
“Focus here, my love. Tell me what you want.” The dim neon of the alleyway lit up his perfect face.
Ah…damn it all...not when he's looking like that.
You stare deep into his expectant gaze, your eyes glossy with tears, “Please…I want your cock inside of me...I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe anymore.”
He grins and releases your face, “That’s my darling. Good job.” Your request was quickly obliged as he spat at your hole and wasted no time entering you in a fluid motion.
"Fuck...!" The pain was unbearable, but you slammed your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds. Tears ran recklessly down your face as you held your breath and bit back the sting. You swore you were a few seconds from passing out. "Don't...don't move just yet...please..." You could barely control your body anymore; it was just so much at once.
"Shh, it's okay, I won't move until you tell me to." He cooed and brushed the side of your face, smearing your tears.
After what felt like hours, you slowly nod, allowing him to move. He wastes no time and slowly drags his cock in and out of you. Your puffy hole spasmed around his thick cock, trying to accommodate him. You've given up on preserving your dignity, and soft moans escape your lips. It somehow encouraged him to keep up the pace and begin angling his hips to where he hit the spot just right.
Your legs began to tremble as he abused that spot. Every thrust was more precise than the one before. "...too...too much- It's too much...!" You clench around him as you feel the knot in your stomach fray. "I'm gonna cum-"
Your fingers dig into the concrete wall as your cum coats the floor. Your legs shook as he continued hammering your sensitive spot, disregarding the fact that you had just come.
"Hah...you're taking me so well..." He praised, squeezing the curve of your ass. His fingers rubbed against the swollen rim of your hole, teasing it with some additional stretch. "You look so adorable right now, my darling...if only you could see how you look."
"...Shut up...gah...just finish up already." Everything hurt like a goddamn bitch. Your body shook as he drove you to overstimulation.
He laughs at your complaint and kisses your nape, "Sorry, darling, I can't let this end so quickly, not when you've only came once." He drags his cock all the way out, leaving only his tip at your rim before slamming back inside your stretched hole, hitting your prostate with precision.
"Fuck...you're gonna make me cum again if you keep doing that...!" You hissed through your teeth as he gripped your hips tightly and continued to abuse your hole.
"That's just all right with me."
You could tell he was close by how erratic his thrusts became. The world was blurring from your tears, and you weren't sure how you hadn't hit the floor at this point.
He brings your face close to his, "You're taking me so well...just a little longer, okay?" He reaches down and squeezes your swollen tip teasingly.
Your body jolts from the overstimulation. By this point, you completely disregarded everything and focused only on him. He groans as you squeeze your hole around his cock.
“Hah, goddammit, you look so pretty right now,” he groans, taking your mouth into his. He speeds up his thrusts, chasing his high before releasing your mouth from the kiss. “I’m gonna cum inside you, okay?”
“O-okay-“
That makes him go wild. You cry out as he grabs your hip roughly to slam you against each of his thrusts, shoving his cock deeper into you than ever before. Although he stopped touching you, your legs still trembled from the pleasure. His rhythm turns erratic and desperate as he pulls you into a kiss again. With one final thrust, he releases deep inside you. You forcefully break free from the kiss to gasp for air as tears flow down your face.
He catch’s his breath slowly and thrusts against your swollen hole a few more times before pulling out to admire the sight. “Fuck, look at you…you took me so well.”
You could only groan in reply. He flips you back around so you can see his face again. You were counting on the wall for support. Your mouth felt so dry despite the humidity in the air. You glance out the alleyway. For some reason, no one noticed. The night life was still going on without an interruption.
“Still worried about being outside, hm?” He runs a hand along your face. He lets out a sigh when you obviously weren’t paying attention. “I was too rough with you, weren’t I? Sorry for that. I did you a disgrace by having you get fucked for the second time in your life inside an alleyway like this.”
You shake your head.
“No…I didn’t hate it…”
“But yet, that doesn’t mean you liked it either.”
He grows silent and begins cleaning you up. Being an escort probably meant that things like this occurred often enough to make him bring baby wet wipes on him. His eyes seemed deep in thought as he wiped you down.
He gets both of you dressed quickly, but neither of you make a move to begin walking.
You bite your lip and look at him. “So, um, thank you for tonight. Let me-” You reach to pay him but he stops you with his hand.
“Let me at least walk you back.”
The walk back was awfully quiet. The handholding from earlier tonight was gone. Even though you walked close to him, it felt like there was a barrier between you.
You stand at the familiar sight of your apartment door.
“Ah, well, thank you for walking me back,” You glance at him, and check the time on your phone. “I think you can make the last train. Here, let me pay you-”
He cuts you off with a kiss.
“There’s no need. Thank you for tonight.”
His hand cups your cheek for an extra millisecond before it slips away. However, you grab his hand before he can turn.
“Wait! Same time next week?”
A look of shock graced his features. He stares into your eyes for a split second before letting out a humorless huff of a laugh.
Synopsis: You're embarrassingly inexperienced in the romance department. In a stroke of desperation, you end up reserving a man for the night to experience your first time.
Content Warnings: NSFW, bottom male reader, gentle/vanilla sex, creampie, handjob, use of pet names (darling, my love), sex worker OC, (kind of) praise kink, implied virgin reader, kind of angsty near the end.
Note: So sorry for going MIA. Requests are open to everyone. 1.6k words
Not proofread
You sat nervously on your bed, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Your hands gripped each other tightly. The pressure was the only thing keeping you sane. You stared at your phone. He's a minute late. Could it be? No. But what if? You couldn't help but think.
You unlock your phone to text him. The doorbell rings on cue.
You felt yourself scramble to your feet, not checking the peephole, to open the door.
Oh. He was beautiful, angelic even. Despite the casual appearance, he kept himself neat. His clothes were smooth, and his posture was straight. The way his hair was styled just felt so right.
"You're the one who requested for me?"
His voice snapped you out of your trance, and you found yourself grasping for words.
"Ah, yes, I did. Please come in," you hastily replied, allowing him to walk into your apartment.
The rest was a blur. It wasn't until he guided you to sit on the edge of your bed that you focused on reality. You haven't even done anything, but your breath was already labored as he kneeled before you, separating your legs to trap him.
He rested his hands on your waist before looking up at you. His eyes were too innocent for who he was.
"Is this okay?" he asks. His sudden search for consent comforted you, but despite the safety, all you could do was nod. He seems to take your reply well, "Tell me to stop whenever you need to," he added, before gently pushing your shirt up, revealing your stomach. His hands undid the buckle of your belt— smiling to himself at the sight of your arousal— and pushed your pants off your legs.
You shrink away in embarrassment, "Don't stare, please," you whispered, barely above your breath, to which he laughed and shook his head.
His hands are warm against your thighs— though the pads of his fingers are rough and weathered— gliding jaggedly across your smooth skin. You suck in a deep breath as you felt them reach into the inner parts of your thighs, dangerously close to your arousal.
"You're quite hard, darling," he commented bluntly. The sudden use of a name of adoration made your heart quicken in your chest. Without a warning, his hand moved onto your boner, tracing the outline it made beneath your underwear. Your breath caught in your throat. It was aggravating how close, yet far, his touch was.
"Don't tease, please," you pleaded softly, closing your eyes as you felt him draw circles on your inner thigh. He laughs again, calling you to exercise patience. Contrary to his words, he finally frees your cock, allowing him to stroke it in his hand. You instinctively lean forward into his touch, and sighed through your teeth, "Shit..."
A smile graced his face as his hand worked you closer to your high. He looked up at you through his lashes, "You're doing so well," he gently cooed while tightening his grip and picking up the pace. You lurched forward in response, your fingers digging into the sheets. "My love, you just twitched in my hand, do you really like it that much when I praise you?" You returned a scowl, to which he just smiled.
The air in your lungs traveled to your throat as you tried to get a hold of yourself.
"If you keep doing that, I'll..." Your voice was strained from the tightness in your gut. A moan that didn't seem to belong to your voice squeezed out of your throat, and you covered your mouth in response. "Shit- I'm sorry..." you didn't even know why you were apologizing.
He looked up knowingly, his hand not slowing down, "Are you close? Don't apologize, you're doing so well." His praise made you want to melt right then and there.
A few more tugs from his wrist caused a wave of pleasure to consume you. Air clogged your throat as you released onto his hand, coating it with thin streaks of white.
"Aw...you came so much, darling..." he voiced with a teasing lilt. Your face turned crimson as you watched him lick your cum off his fingers. You couldn't even form a response to whatever just occurred.
He seemed to enjoy your inexperience as you stared at him, your mouth agape. He stood to his full height and guided you to lie properly on the bed. You felt severely underdressed as his gaze wandered over your half-exposed body.
Soon, you found yourself trapped beneath him, both undressed, with his lips against your collarbone. You felt yourself tense under the feeling of his gentle nipping at your skin, leaving blooming marks behind. Your eyes could barely focus on anything. The way his hair tickled your cheek, his warm body pressed against yours, his hands held onto your shoulders, his legs intertwined with yours.
It was so much.
It wasn't until he coaxed your legs apart that you realized his motives. You felt your ears burn again as he looked up at you, as if awaiting a response.
"I...I've never done this before," you admitted. It felt so shameful to say it to someone who does this for a living.
He doesn't provide a response. Instead, he wet his fingers and pressed them against your opening, coating it generously with the lube. The action felt endearing until his fingers breached your entrance.
"Fuck-" you cursed on reflex as he stretched your hole. "Couldn't you have warned me?"
He dared to let out a soft laugh. "You are so adorable."
If it weren't for the foreign sensation, you would've shot something back.
You held onto the bedsheets for dear life as he twisted his hand in such a way that made you see stars. Your body didn't know how to react as you felt yourself spasming. He caressed your thigh, as if to calm you.
Your body calmed once he retracted his fingers. He climbed over you once again.
"I'm going to enter you now, darling. Any objections?" The way he gazed into your eyes innocently felt almost contrary to what he wanted to do.
You shook your head, "No objections."
The pleasure slowly consumed you as he pushed himself into you. His voice was against your ear as his hands intertwined with yours. The way his hair framed his face as he looked down on you made your heart lurch.
You cried out as his hips slammed against yours, forcing you to bring your legs around his waist. He groaned at the feeling of you around him, "You look so beautiful, my love..." his voice was hoarse as the bed rocked from his force. He moved his hand to your abdomen, where his cock bulged through and pressed down on it gently, making you whine.
"What an adorable reaction. You're taking me so well." His praise made you fall deeper into pleasure for him.
You were sure you were a mess by now, but all you could think about was him. The warmth of his hand against yours, the way he filled you up, his voice...
You bit your lip as he hit that spot inside you that made your back arch.
"Oh...fuck..." you cursed as he rammed into you relentlessly. He brought your legs higher to change the angle, which caused stars to dot your vision.
God, it felt so good.
"Are you close? You're clenching around me so tightly," he said with a teasing lilt in his voice. His hand reached down to your leaking cock and began stroking it to his pace, causing your senses to become overloaded with pleasure.
You cried out his name as you released for the second time, all over his hand. He groaned at the sight of your cum splattering onto your stomach and kept milking your orgasm until his hips started thrusting erratically against yours.
He caged you with his arms as he chased his own high, his grunts right against your ear. The way he slammed into you made tears prickle your eyes. You couldn't help but bring your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
"I want to cum inside you. Do you like that?" His voice was gruff as he grumbled in your ear, "Darling, please tell me you want that." The way he begged made your heart jump in your chest. You obliged his request.
With a single thrust, he came within you, filling you up with his seed. His breath grew ragged as he rode out his high, pushing his cum deeper into you.
Soon, almost too soon, he pulled out, watching as his cum slowly dribbled out of you.
You were left lying on the bed in ecstasy as he pressed a kiss against your forehead.
"You did so well, darling," he said as he cleaned both of you up with some wet tissues. His hands were gentle against your skin as he wiped the remaining evidence of sex from your stomach and got both of you dressed.
For some reason, you thought he'd stay a bit longer, maybe for the night, but you found yourself standing with him at the door. The evening wind blew through his hair as his hand rested on the doorknob.
"Before I leave..." He didn't finish his sentence, but he held his palm open towards you. It took you a second to understand what he was asking for. His voice was too gentle for something so demanding. It stung a little, but this was just another night for him.
You rummage through the bills before handing them to him wordlessly.
His fingers don't rush as he counts them, before tucking them into the pocket of his jacket.
He reached out and brushed your cheek with a smile before placing a kiss on your forehead.
"Take care of yourself, okay?"
It wasn't until you closed the door that you realized how quiet it was.
A/N: It's been a while since I've written something. Everything is under the cut. I'll write more soon.
Not proofread.
"What's so good about him, huh? That he can satisfy you better than me, your master?" the prince growled in your ear, one hand painted bruises on your waist while the other wrapped around your cock. The uniform pants you diligently kept tidy were bunched at your ankles, long discarded and forgotten. He pushed you up against the wall, his knee between your spread legs. Climax after climax, your legs have long since gone numb and your vision was mudded with tears as you struggled out a reply. All you could feel was the tight spasming in your core and the feeling of pins and needles on your skin.
"It was a misunderstanding," you wanted to say, but your tongue refused to move, paralyzed by the pleasure; all you could do was shake your head. You tried to tell him how it wasn't your fault that the prince from the faraway land seduced you and ended up with you under him on his bed. You tried to tell him about the eyes of the visiting prince that defiled you as it roamed along your body.
But you couldn't.
The prince's sharp eyes stared into you and left no attempt to mask his contempt. His grip tightened around your cock, eliciting a tired whine from your lips.
"I asked you a question, so answer it," the prince ordered once more, speeding up the pumps of his hand and digging his fingernails into your waist.
That was it.
Your legs trembled as you felt your abdomen clench when you neared the climax, "Master, I...I'm sorry! It was my fault!" you choked out, your words selected to appease the prince. Your brain was too jumbled to distinguish your true desires. Your lungs burned for air as you recovered from your high. Your hands were propped against the gold-leafed walls of the prince's bedroom. Your fingernails were digging into the material.
You felt your climax drip along your leg as your breathing returned.
The prince gritted his teeth, "Is that so?" he asked.
You nodded.
His grip on you disappeared and you slumped to the ground, no longer supported by his arms.
"Get going now," he says. You can hear his footsteps fade towards the door.
TW: Smoking, alcohol, “getting high”, flirty stuff, NSFW. It gets a bit shitty near the end. NOT PROOFREAD. Gender neutral due to the lack of pronouns addressing the reader.
The scent of smoke and sweat choked the air as you forced past the partying mass with your umteenth empty drink. You stumbled towards the metallic bar table and set your empty glass on the cold surface with a clink.
“A Manhattan, please,” you muttered, retrieving your box of cigarettes from your suit and igniting the blank rear of the little stick.
The bartender took the cue and began fixing up a drink.
You sat on the barstool and sobered up with a cigarette, your feet tapped to the muted bass of the music. Your gut churned as a cloud of smoke from your lips washed a wave of regret over your head. Going to your high school reunion was a mistake.
Your fingers relieved the tie around your neck, and with a sigh— you freed yourself from the uppermost buttons of your shirt— exposing your collarbones. You watched the bartender's hands as he slipped the drink in your direction; all you did was sit there and blink at the swirling golden-red alcohol, your appetite disappearing in a blink. The cigarette in your hand flickered under the dim lights.
"What? Not feeling like drinking anymore? I just watched you down three of those glasses like it was nothing." A voice dangerously close to your ear spoke up— you could feel the little puffs of breath between each word. You jumped, almost dropping your cigarette on the table. The muscles on your neck tensed. You instantly recognized who it was, so you kept your eyes to yourself.
Little specks of ash fluttered onto your suit as you brought the wrapped leaf up your lips and drew a deep breath. Goosebumps rose on your neck as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to keep your heartbeat from climbing up your ears.
"I never struck you as a smoker," he said.
Your eyes stayed glued on the drink as the voice sat up and posed comfortably on the bar chair beside you. The man leaned forward in your direction, but you instinctively recoiled, avoiding the heat from his body.
You peeled your eyes off your drink, turned at the voice, and met a familiar sight. The soft hair, glowing eyes, and the softest smile— You were sure it was over by now, but your heart had other thoughts.
"Oh," was the maximum reaction you could push through your psychoactive head as the man took the glass from your fingertips and brought it to his lips with a smile.
This certainly wasn't on the agenda today.
You sat in embarrassing silence as you watched him swirl the glass of Manhattan between his slender fingertips. You swallowed as you avoided his gaze, taking rhythmic puffs from your cigarette. A beat later, he spoke up.
"Don't ignore me. Not when you're dressed so fancily in that suit of yours," he said, shattering the loud wall of silence between you. His cold fingers grasped your chin and brought it close to his face, "What's the matter? Last time I remember, you loved looking at me."
Your face flushed a scalding red; you attempted to pull back from him, "That...that-"
He interrupted, "You came here to see me," he said with a confident look, his fingers released your chin.
Bingo.
You rubbed the area where he touched— the place felt like a brand on your chin. Maybe it was the effects of the smoke, but you've accepted defeat long ago, "And what if I did?" you shot back.
“That’d be quite the compliment,” He swirled the glass again and sipped at it elegantly. You watched in silent awe as he wet his lips with the bitter liquor. The neon red maraschino cherry glistened and bobbed in the alcohol as he tipped the glass. He hummed, “You do seem like the person to drink a Manhattan,” he licked the rim of the glass, “It’s bitter-sweet, just like you.”
“Are you inferring I fall into the sentimental category? I promise you, I am quite far from that,” you scowled softly. The smoke was definitely getting to your head.
“And what if I did?” He echoed your words.
Oh, he was teasing you.
He turns away and mindlessly sips on your drink. You silently wished that those lips of his were sipping on something else.
“...says the one drinking a Manhattan right now.”
“It’s yours.”
“It still counts.”
He rolled his eyes, clearly not letting the thought get to his head, “Then how about I order you a Dry Martini?” He smiled, turning towards you. His deep ocean-breeze cologne washed over your nose for a brief second.
It suits him.
You frowned, “Not the best fan, though I do appreciate it if you bought me a drink,” you glared at the martini glass in his hand.
His eyes trace your line of sight, and a dry laugh rings from his throat. He sets the drink on the bar and slides the half-sipped Manhattan back to you, “For you.”
You stared at the mahogany drink and looked back at him, “What’s the meaning?”
“What do you think?” He rests his face on his fist and taps the corner of his lip with another finger. You exchanged over to the drink and noticed the faint prints of his lip on the edge of the glass.
You take out the maraschino cherry and slip the stem between your ring and middle finger before gracefully tipping the glass to your lips. The composure quickly breaks as you toss your head back and down the drink.
You met his eyes, “It tastes good, better, actually. But I’m sure the real thing tastes the best.”
He chuckles at your words, “You’re quite the word wizard when you’re drunk and high.” He turns his whole body towards you and crosses his legs.
Yeah, you were definitely drunk and high. But you didn’t care.
You crushed the half-burnt cigarette in your hand and put the glass back down. Standing up from your seat, you stepped closer and bent down to reach his height, “So when can I get it?”
His icy fingers grace your exposed collarbone, landing a shiver down your spine. With a single thought, he meets your eyes with a sly smile.
“How about you earn it?”
Maybe this wasn’t so much of a mistake.
The bitterness of his liquor stained lips intertwined with yours, creating a swirling concoction inside your heart. Suddenly, it was just the two of you in this little world. The outside world was muted, silent, separated from you.
“Let’s take it to a more secluded place,” his voice felt like a loud tenor in your ear as you nodded mindlessly with his arms around your waist.
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As soon as the door clicks, your back is pressed up against the wall with a bang, numbing your senses. His face was close to yours as his eyes gazed lustfully into yours. His slender finger caresses your face, “Your lips look so delicious,” with a single breath, he licks your mouth, and kiss you deeply.
Your body twists as his cold fingers travel down your side and slip into the waistband of your pants, “Your fingers are so cold,” you complain under your breath, to which he smiles in reply.
“And you are very warm, darling.” His voice carried a hint of mockery as he eased your pants down to your knees.
Your legs grow weak as his fingers caress your thighs and sex. A soft moan escapes your lips as he grazes the spot that causes your stomach to catch in your throat. His fingers continue to minister the area until you unwind with a soft scream in his hands.
He brings his fingers to his tongue and slowly licks your essence off of his slender hand, "You taste wonderful, especially after that little drink of yours," your face flushes as his voice deepens into a soft growl.
He gets on his knees and begins to unbutton your suit, exposing your chest to his gaze. As the last button loosened, you felt as if your armor had melted away. You felt vulnerable. Your stomach instantly tense as he kisses the middle of your chest, your waist, and your belly, leaving bright red marks as he travels down to your pelvis. You close your eyes as you feel his lips envelop your sex, slowly engulfing you in his mouth.
"Oh..." you whisper as your fingers loop into his hair, his hands keep you from falling. The room echoes with your gasps as your knees buckle from the pleasure; you become undone once again in his hold.
"So cute," he comments as he flips you around so his stomach is pressed against your back. Your legs were still shaking from the pleasure as you felt him enter inside you, stretching your walls with his girth.
Before you could catch your breath, he started moving; you flail your arms, trying to hold onto your sanity before you got drowned by lust, "Wait, wait...please," you gasp breathlessly.
Reluctantly, he slowed down and wrapped an arm around your stomach, nuzzling his head into the crevice of your neck, "Alright, I'll go slow," he muttered into your ear. He stalled for a few breaths, you relaxed around him and he took the cue and began to speed up again. The room was drowned by your whimpers and his occasional grunts, "You're so tight even when you're relaxed."
A hum followed with a broken moan was all you could force out, you were in bliss. He kisses around your back, leaving a trail of bruises in a shape of a heart.
Soon you both become undone in the embrace of one another. He pulls out as soon as he climaxes and lets his seed dribble down your back as you shiver from the stimulation and collapse onto the floor.
“Don't get so sleepy on me now," he says with a smile. You lean your body against his chest as he leads you over to the lounge area of the private room. He sets you down on the sofa, wipes your body clean, and tends to the bruises on your neck; you feel a sudden sense of comfort and warmth. His hands are warm as he dresses you up.
You both sit in uneasy silence as you watch him fix your collar, contemplation hangs in the air. You break the silence first, "So, what are we?"
He stops what he is doing and looks at you with an amused expression.
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