Soft Men Factory

“Hey, firebug, want your usual?”

He smiles, nodding as he slides onto his proffered bar stool. “Yes, Ma’am.”

You scrunch your nose a little at the honorific. “How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that, Dameron? Makes me sound like a grandma.”

A mischievous twinkle is in his eyes as he leans closer, his elbows against the top of the bar. “Maybe I like grandmas.”

You raise an eyebrow at him as you place a bottle of his favorite beer on the bartop. “You calling me old?”

He shrugs, his eyes briefly flicking over you before returning to meet yours. “Who said I like you?”

You snort, sliding him the bottle. He nods in thanks. “Keep it up and I’ll be forced to finally call in your tab.”

His eyes go wide in mock shock. “You wouldn’t.”

You shoot him a look, not bothering to hold back your smile. “Oh, I would.”

He sighs, shaking his head dejectedly. “You have a payment plan for us poor folks then?”

“Nope,” you say, using a rag to wipe off the counter. “Gonna make you work it off.”

“Yeah?” he says, eyes shining as he takes a sip from the bottle. “How exactly?”

You pause, considering, absently wetting your lips. Your stomach flips as his eyes track the movement. “Good old fashioned manual labor.”

“Forced labor, you mean,” he jokes, taking another sip.

You shoot him a look. “No one’s forcing you to drink here.”

“True,” he agrees, stealing another swig from his beer, “The service is just so good I can’t help but come back.”

You roll your eyes. “Riiiight.”

He smiles, silence settling between you.

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I’ll start tonight.”

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. “I haven’t called in your tab yet, Poe.”

“Maybe I want you to,” he smiles, locking eyes with you as he leans forward. “I don’t like having outstanding debt.”

You eye him for a moment, considering. He’s always been a bit of a flirt but you’d just assumed that was his personality. Was he actually interested? Was this his way of testing the waters? Perhaps you should find out…

“Okay,” you say carefully, “You can help me close up.”

That look in his eyes returns as he swallows a mouthful of beer. “How much’ll that knock off my tab?”

You shrug, casually wiping down the already clean bartop. “Depends on how good a job you do.”

He bites his lip, chuckling. “Can’t say I’ve ever had any complaints about my performance.”

You hum thoughtfully, your gaze briefly lingering on his biceps before returning to his eyes. “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

He stays with you at the counter all evening, keeping you company between customers. You can feel his eyes on you, following you around the bar, burning against the back of your neck. Anticipation gnaws in your gut as closing time ticks closer and closer. What will happen when you’re finally alone? Your mind runs rampant with the possibilities, the various scenarios playing out in your mind’s eye, each vision more heated than the last. 

You shake yourself back to reality, skin warm with shame, as if someone somehow might’ve heard your thoughts. Nothing is going to happen, you tell yourself, Poe is just a nice guy who wants to repay my kindness.

Thankfully, you’ve mostly forgotten about your fantasies by the time closing time rolls around, instructing Poe to lock the door as you bid the last of your patrons farewell. He does as you ask, flipping the switch on the neon “OPEN” sign in the window as well. 

“What next, boss?”

You chuckle, glancing around the room. “Wipe down the tables?”

“Is that a question?” he teases, returning to where you stand behind the bar.

“No,” you say, glaring half-heartedly as you grab him a clean rag. “Here. Cleaning spray is at the far end of the counter.”

You bite back a laugh as he salutes you, your gaze lingering on his back. After a moment, you force your attention back to the task at hand, putting away bottles of liquor, cleaning glasses, and wiping everything down. You glance up at Poe periodically, noting his thoroughness and attention to detail; must come with his day job, you suppose. 

“Want me to put the chairs up and sweep the floor too?” he asks, finishing up his last table.

You nod, handing him the broom you’d just been using behind the counter. “I’ll go get the mop ready.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, that damn twinkle back in his stupidly gorgeous eyes.

You glare at him again and he winks, smiling to himself as he returns to his task. He’s done sweeping by the time you return with the mop and you can’t help but be impressed. 

“Damn. You need a second job?”

He chuckles, leaning the broom up against the wall and making his way over to where you’re standing. “What’s the pay like?”

“Honestly? Terrible. But you’d get a portion of the tips.”

He hums, considering. “I’m listening.”

You know he’s not serious but you continue nonetheless. “There are other perks too.”

“Yeah?” he says, smiling as he stops in front of you, “Like what?”

“Free drinks, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Uh, oh, good music.”

He grimaces. “That’s a reach.”

You scoff, mildly insulted. “My taste in music is great.”

“It’s…fine. Basic at best.”

You smack his arm and he chuckles. “I’m just being honest.”

“Just…get back to work, would you?” you say, holding the mop handle out to him. “I don’t wanna be here all night.”

“Oh, no?” he says, rolling the mop bucket to the other side of the room. “And here I thought you were enjoying the pleasure of my company.”

You snort, shaking your head as you begin the process of counting down the register. “A pleasure is definitely not how I would describe your company."

“Bet I could change your mind,” he says simply, smiling softly to himself as he continues his task. 

You scoff as you organize the bills from the register. “Doubtful.”

He’s quick with the mop too, yet somehow still thorough, getting underneath all the tables and into those hard to reach corners; he may actually be better at this than you are (not that you’d tell him that though).

He tsks and glances at you over his shoulder. “You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this just a little bit.”

You shrug, refusing to look at him as you make a note on your closing receipt. “I’m enjoying not having to mop the floor myself, that’s for sure.”

He just laughs, shaking his head as he continues to move around the room. The sound makes something flutter in your chest.

Silence descends between you as you both choose to focus on your respective tasks. You’re just finishing up with the count as Poe rolls the mop and bucket back behind the bar. 

“Where should I stash this?”

You nod behind you toward the backroom. “There’s a drain back there too if you don’t mind dumping that out.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, smiling softly as he walks past you.

You roll your eyes and he laughs again, the squeak of the mop bucket wheels nearly drowning him out.

When you’re finished counting, you survey the bar, impressed by how clean it looks. Damn, you could get used to this. You’d been joking about hiring him but you might actually consider making him a serious offer after tonight. You’ve been running this place solo for years, it’d be nice to have someone  help you out from time to time. 

After switching off the front-of-house lights, you make your way into the backroom, the sound of running water reaching your ears. You smile softly as you catch sight of Poe cleaning the mop and bucket, appreciation washing over you; you hadn’t asked him to do that but he’d done it anyway. What a treasure this man was. 

You escape to your office before he can catch you staring, mild embarrassment burning beneath your skin. Shaking yourself, you return to the task at hand: putting today’s deposit into the safe. Just as you're finishing up the paperwork, the dull thunk of his boots reaches your ears. 

“Need help with anything else?” Poe asks, bracing an arm against the doorframe.

You pause, considering. The only task left was turning off the bar sign, but it’d take less time to just do it yourself than it would explaining it to Poe. After closing the safe, you rise to your feet.

“Wanna help me turn off the sign?”

He nods, smiling as he backs away from the doorway so you can slip by him. Your shoulder brushes against his chest as you do, his warmth immediately seeping through your t-shirt to your skin, making you shiver involuntarily. You swallow, trying to snap yourself out of…whatever the hell this is as you lead him to a shadowy corner of the room. 

“Ever seen one of these before?” you tease as you reach the circuit breaker panel, attempting to regain some of the nonchalant energy you’d felt earlier in the evening.

He wets his lips, trying to hide his smile, the action drawing your gaze. “I think I have actually, yeah.”

“Well, it’s real simple,” you say, pulling the panel door open and pointing to the switch labeled with Sign. “Just flip this baby here and we’re done. You wanna do the honors?”

“I’d love to,” he says, his damn eyes twinkling again.

You watch as his deft fingers flip the switch, the loud click reverberating through the small space. He turns to you when he’s finished, eyebrows raised. 

“Look at you, you’re a natural,” you tease, lightly swatting his shoulder.

He chuckles, looking away as he pushes a hand through his curls. He seems fidgety all of a sudden, almost nervous, and the thought makes your heart skip a little in your chest.

“What now?” he asks finally, meeting your gaze.

You swallow, briefly looking away as you consider. You’re still not sure what this is between you, if it’s even anything at all. Perhaps it was best to play it safe and just call it a night.

“Now we go home,” you say simply, smiling softly as you move to walk past him and grab your things from the office. 

You brush against him again and something in the air shifts, becomes thicker, makes it feel like it has more weight. Why was it suddenly so hard to catch your breath? The gentle pressure of his hand on your arm sets your skin on fire. You turn toward him with parted lips, his eyes locking on yours as he slides his hand down to tangle his fingers with yours. 

Stepping into your space, he asks, “My place or yours?”

You respond the only way you can: with a kiss, the soft groan that escapes him making something feral uncoil in your belly. He pulls you to him, the full length of his body pressing against you. He’s so warm, so solid. Now that you’re kissing him, you can’t stop, don’t want to stop, and he doesn’t seem to want that either, not with the way he’s backing you up against the nearest wall. You gasp, briefly breaking the kiss before pulling his lips back, fingers plunging into his curls and holding him against you. 

The noises he makes are delicious, each groan, moan, and sigh like a symphony, each note making parts of your brain and body tingle. What else could you do to elicit those noises, you wonder. Could you make him beg? Would that sound just as pretty? 

Poe pulls away, mouthing at your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point, sending jolts of want straight to your core. You groan, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks a mark into your collarbone, your fingernails digging into his scalp. He moans, soothing the mark with his tongue, before kissing his way back up to your lips. His hands slip beneath your shirt, his warm fingers lightly ghosting over your skin, making you shiver. After extricating your fingers from his curls, you slide your hands down his back, untucking his shirt so you can so you can touch him too. Somehow he’s even warmer, his skin burning, your cool fingers making him hiss. 

Without another thought, you begin to push his shirt up, the muscles of his back contracting beneath your fingertips. Your mouth waters, the urge to strip him naked and lick every inch of his bare skin is suddenly so strong. He pulls away as you make it to his chest, moving back enough for you to push the offending material up and over his head. There’s a soft sound as it hits the floor, but you’re not paying much attention as his mouth returns to yours. 

He works on yours next, slowly inching the fabric up your torso, strong fingers trailing behind. His touch burns, sets you aflame, makes you feel like you’re going to explode. Your chest heaves as he breaks the kiss again to pull your shirt off, throwing it to the floor to join his own. He pauses, eyeing you in the dim light, his hand cupping your cheek.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his thumb swiping at the apple of your cheek.

You feel dazed, almost drunk, as you gaze at him, your eyelids heavy. Nodding sluggishly, you say, “Mhmm.”

Poe smiles, leaning in to press the gentlest of kisses against your lips. You melt, heart skipping as he slowly slides his other hand down to settle on your hip, the hand still on your cheek gently angling your head. He licks languidly into your mouth, swallowing the involuntary whine that escapes you. 

He quickly gets to work on your pants, flicking open the button of your jeans with his thumb, the zipper unfastening itself as he inches the material down over your hips. They bunch at your feet, stuck at the tops of your shoes. Undeterred, he slides down your body, peppering your skin with kisses along the way, and frees your feet from the confines of your shoes and pants. You look down at him as he works, shoulders braced against the wall. The dim light bounces off Poe’s curls, making them shine like an angel’s halo. The urge to sink your fingers into them again is so strong you can’t help but give in, sighing as the thick, soft hair brushes against your skin. Poe pauses, glancing at you from beneath his lashes. The look in his eyes makes you swallow hard, the unabashed want in them hitting you like a freight train. 

He smiles up at you, moving his hands slowly up your calves, your thighs, and coming to rest on your hips. His fingertips slip beneath the waistband of your panties, curling enough to drag them down, down over your hips. Your breath catches as his fingers drag behind fabric, raising goosebumps in their wake. He helps you step out of the garment and tosses them to the side, then meets your eyes again as he gently grips your calf, his eyes questioning. You know what he’s asking. You adjust your stance, putting more of your weight against the wall as he pulls your leg up over his shoulder. He leans in, eyelashes fluttering, his breath warm against your bare sex as he pauses to breathe you in, the softest of groans making your skin heat.

Your fingers find his curls again as he dives in, the molten heat of his tongue making you gasp. He groans, louder this time, as your fingers clench in his hair, as he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.  Your heart races, soft moans spilling from your lips as Poe slowly takes you apart with his mouth. Your legs almost give out when he adds his fingers, the thick digits brushing over the most sensitive parts of you as he mutters about how amazing you taste. You’re already so close, each brush of his tongue and fingers making something hot coil in your gut, yet still somehow your orgasm hits you suddenly, your cunt fluttering around Poe’s fingers as he moans, sucking eagerly on your clit. 

He presses a wet kiss against your thigh as you come down, waiting to make sure you’re steady before standing to his feet again. You pull him to you quickly, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips. He covers your body with his as he plunders your mouth again, his hands sliding down to your chest. You arch into his touch as he palms your breast through your bra, your own hands dropping down to fumble with his pants. You want to touch him, want to feel his skin against yours, want to feel him everywhere—inside you, all around you. 

Unable to wait, you reach into his pants the moment there’s enough room, palming his erection through the material of his boxers. He groans, breaking your kiss as you slip inside to take him in your hand. He’s hot and hard and velvet soft and the way he’s involuntarily thrusting into the loose circle of your fist is making you lose your mind. 

“Better stop that, sweetheart, unless you want this to be over real quick,” he pants, eyes screwed shut, forehead pressing against your cheek.

You bite your lip, the idea that he is so turned on that just this is enough to send him over the edge making you moan softly. Reluctantly, you do as he asks, releasing his cock and focusing on freeing it from his pants instead.

When he finally sinks inside you, he feels like heaven, like he was always meant to be there, like he’s the missing piece of the puzzle that is you; never have you felt so whole, so utterly complete. You brace your hands on the wall before you, arching your back as Poe thrusts into you, his cock brushing against your g-spot over and over again, sending shivers up your spine. His hand finds one of yours on the wall, the fingers of his other digging into your hip. He leans in, his muscled chest pressing against your back as he whispers the sweetest, most filthy things in your ear.

“I knew your pussy would feel like this,” he slurs, already drunk from the pleasure. “Knew you’d feel like heaven.”

His hand slides between your thighs, calloused fingers quickly finding and teasing your clit. You moan, clenching around him, eliciting a groan from him as he buries his face in the back of your neck.

“Fuck, so good,” he pants, his movements getting sloppier, “Can’t wait to feel you come, can’t wait to feel this pretty pussy squeeze me.”

You flutter around his length, dragging another groan from him. “Wanna fill you up, wanna come so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

You moan at his words, pushing back to meet his thrusts because you want that to. Needing to touch him, you reach back, your fingernails scratching across his thick thigh. His pace falters a little, his moan muffled. He’s close, and so are you, so close to that peak, so close to falling over the edge—

You cry out as you come, body shaking as euphoria rips through you. Poe falls with you, his face still buried in the back of your neck, moaning in relief as he spills himself deep inside you, just like he said he would. You wish you could see his face, he’s probably even more gorgeous when he comes. Oh well, maybe next time.

Poe’s hips keep thrusting weakly, fucking his come even deeper, the excess dripping down the inside of your thighs. He mouths at your skin, whispering his praise and thanks as he comes down from his high. You feel warm and fuzzy, but on the inside, strangely never more at peace. You wish you could stay here, stay like this, but the sheen of sweat on your skin makes you shiver as your body starts to return to its usual temperature. 

Poe wraps his arms around you tighter, hissing as his cock slips from your heat. After pressing a few kisses against your shoulder, he moves, picking up his shirt from the floor and shaking it out. You turn toward him, legs still wobbly from your orgasm. He smiles, helping you pull the garment over your head before leaning in for another kiss. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, his tongue molten as it slips between your lips. You part when air is necessary, foreheads pressed together as you both try to regain your breath.

“So, how’d I do, boss?” he asks, that damn twinkle in his eyes again.

You snort, teeth digging into your bottom lip. “Not bad for your first shift, Dameron.”

Poe grunts, leaning in to press a kiss against the hinge of your jaw. “Not exactly a stellar review.”

“You’ve got potential,” you say somewhat breathlessly as he nips and sucks at your skin. “But I think you can do better.”

He pulls back, meeting your gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, you do, do you?”

You shrug nonchalantly, fingers tangling in the curls at the base of his neck. “You should know, I expect the very best from my staff.”

He hums, dark eyes dancing with mischief. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Ma’am.”

You grimace, scrunching your nose at him. He laughs, the sound igniting a spark of warmth in your chest as he reclaims your mouth in a kiss. 

Oh yes, you could absolutely get used to this.

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The music drowns out the sound of your moan of his name as he sucks a mark into your skin, and you reach back, plunging your fingers into his soft, thick hair. You arch slightly, pushing your ass against his already half-hard cock. He groans, nipping at the tender flesh of your neck, making you hiss. The sharpness sends a spike of pleasure straight to your core and you can’t help but arch back against him again, practically begging him to fuck you right here on the dance floor.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, princesa,” he says roughly into your ear, slipping one of his hands from your hip down to rest against your thigh.

You bite your lip, turning toward him as much as you can to meet his eyes in the dark room, trying to tell him without words what you want. After a moment, he leans in, a devilish smile on his lips as he claims yours in a searing kiss. His talented fingers slip beneath the hem of your dress just as he licks into your mouth, swallowing your gasp of surprise. Heat blossoms inside you as his calloused fingertips tease your slit through your lace panties, your hips canting, desperate for his touch. He grinds his cock against the swell of your ass, breaking your heated kiss with a groan. You dig your fingers into his hair, silently encouraging him with your eyes as he ruts against you, his pupils blown wide from lust and alcohol. 

His jaw goes slack when he comes, long eyelashes fluttering, gorgeous brown eyes rolling back into his head—the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen in your life, if you’re being honest. He presses his forehead against your temple, the hand between your legs now still. Jake licks his lips, eyes roving slowly over your face, then he smiles again as he leans in, lips to your ear as he whispers all the filthy things he wants to do to you. Your mouth waters.

“Vamos, amor,” he breathes, quickly taking your hand and pulling you toward the club’s exit. 

Without even a moment's hesitation, you follow, body alight with anticipation.

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