Bouncer! Karasu who swipes right instantly, not because he’s usually impulsive but because your beauty is what catches his eye.

He doesn't check your age right away, and he doesn’t read too deeply into your bio. Why would he? He’s already hooked on the curve of your lips that forms into the prettiest smile, the glimmer in your eyes. There’s just something about you he can’t place his finger on.

You on the other hand? You can’t stop drooling. You couldn't care less if he’s almost ten years older than you. You’re tired of guys who act childish and can barely cater to your needs.

Bouncer! Karasu who only afterwards blinks at the glaring 22 on your profile and laughs to himself.

“Damn, she’s just a baby.”

Even though he knew twenty-two wasn’t really a baby. Still, at thirty-one, it felt like a line he shouldn’t cross. You’re stunning, sure, but nine years younger? Too much of a gap. At least that’s what he tells himself.

So before you could even reply, he beat you to it before unmatching you:

Karasu

You’re too young for me, sweetheart 🤣

Bouncer! Karasu who thinks that’s the end of it.

But you’re absolutely livid. You’re still thinking about him days later. You’ve gone from shocked to pissed off at his audacity. He becomes the villain in your late-night rants to your friends, his name slipping out bitterly whenever you scroll past another bland dating profile.

Your friends tell you to forget about him and you tell yourself the same. But fate tells you otherwise.

Bouncer! Karasu who’s stationed at the entrance of a crowded nightclub and you and your friends decided to hit one weekend, a place none of you usually went.

He’s scanning the crowd with sharp eyes, checking IDs, the usual. But he didn’t expect to see you stumbling up to the entrance, a little tipsy, dolled up and staring up at him like you were ready to square up. Your friends are already tugging on your arm, whispering for you not to cause a scene.

“Ah, it’s you.”

“Don’t ‘ah’ me,” you snap, words slurring slightly from the alcohol in your system. “You didn’t even give me a chance. Just unmatched me like I was some child.”

Bouncer! Karasu who finds it ridiculously endearing how you won’t stop pleading with him to give you another chance.

Something along with your drunken slurs of “you don’t even know me, yet!” has him flashing his teeth when he grins, tilting his head as he stares down at you, thoroughly entertained. His deep ocean eyes flick over your face, lingering a second too long before he chuckles.

“Sorry, sweets. You’re adorable and all, but you can’t handle me.”

Bouncer! Karasu who has his colleague and friend, Otoya, approaching the little scene that you’ve now caused.

“Yo, is everything good?” He asks casually, eyeing you and your pretty friends but still prepared to haul your group away (not before asking for their number of course). Karasu could’ve easily said the word and you’d all be gone.

But instead, he clicks his tongue, smirking wider as he answers, “Nah, they’re good. Let em’ in.”

Bouncer! Karasu who practically stops checking his Tinder notifs and finds himself getting used to your antics.

Every weekend night, you show up with your friends, trying every trick in the book to get his attention. Sometimes you’d lean in closer when he was checking your ID, sometimes you’d whine about him being “too uptight,” and sometimes you’d just pout at him from behind your friends’ shoulders.

“You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that,” he chuckles, your lips forming the most perfect little pout that tested his self-control. “But I already told you, sweets. You can’t handle me.”

Bouncer! Karasu who catches himself looking for you from the sidelines during his shifts, arms folded across his chest as he surveys the crowd.

He’s pretending not to care while silently daring any man to try their luck with you. But he feels a strange satisfaction when you brush them off, rolling your eyes and refusing drinks. You don’t want a free drink, you don’t want a dance and you certainly don’t want someone who smells like they finished vomiting five minutes ago.

You want him.

Bouncer! Karasu who finishes his shift early one night, had another bouncer stepping in to cover the rest of the hours.

He should be heading straight home but instead, he finds himself thinking about you. Tonight, he noticed how you hadn’t batted your lashes or begged him for an nth time to give you another chance. Your energy was different when you came in, like you were deliberately ignoring him.

You’re dancing with some guy who’s laughing a little too loudly, letting his hands wander to your waist. Some guy who looks like his bloody doppelgänger. Karasu knows you only let this guy get close because he looked like him, like you’re trying to replace him with a knockoff version.

Bouncer! Karasu who witnesses your giggles turning into a heated argument.

His breaking point is when his evil twin became too touchy for your liking and that caused the guy to grip your arm harshly. Karasu moves before he thinks, his other colleagues peeling the stranger away from you while you’re too distracted and tipsy to fight it.

Karasu takes advantage of the moment, scooping you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, his hand steady against the back of your thighs to keep you in place as he carries you out of the club.

Bouncer! Karasu who receives kicks and complaints from you until he finally set you down outside, further away from the club so it’s just you two.

“You ruined my damn night! You don’t have any right to throw me out like that!”

“Are you done?” He crosses his arms, smirking down at you even as you jab your finger into his chest. “Can’t believe you downgraded to my lookalike,”

“Downgraded? He was actually giving me attention, unlike you!”

“And you call that attention? God, you’re such a lil girl. This is exactly why I unmatched you in the first place.”

Bouncer! Karasu who doesn’t expect his words to be your final straw.

Your lips part, outrage and hurt mixing in your expression as you turned to leave, muttering under your breath about finding your friends. But Karasu doesn’t let you get far.

He catches your wrist with ease before you could take two steps and tugs your flush against his chest, feeling the firm press of muscle under his shirt and the weight of his stare pinning you in place.

Bouncer! Karasu who catches the way your lips part, that pout he’s secretly memorised, those wide doe eyes pleading the same silent question they’ve asked since the night you met.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You whisper, though you already know.

He huffs a laugh, low and bitter, as if frustrated at himself for even entertaining this. Damn you for making him feel like this.

“Forget your friends and forget that fuckin’ ugly twin of mine,” his voice dips into something raw and rough, his gaze never wavering, daring you to look away. “Lemme take you back to mine. We can just chill.”

Bouncer! Karasu who genuinely meant it when he said you two could just chill.

At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself as he drives you through the quiet city streets. One hand steady on the wheel while the other rests firmly on your bare thigh, drawing lazy circles into your skin.

You hate how nervous you feel.

Your bold and reckless energy from earlier had fizzled into butterflies in your stomach. Your now shy energy makes Karasu glance at you now and then while making small talk with a knowing smirk.

Bouncer! Karasu who finally arrives at his apartment, opens your door like a gentleman and guides you to his sofa.

“Bet these’ve been killing you.” He’s crouching down before you without hesitation, cradling your ankles before unbuckling your heels. You exhale in relief, the pressure leaving your aching feet, only to gasp quietly when he starts massaging them, his large hands surprisingly gentle.

You didn’t want to admit it, but the small act had you melting a little more than you should.

Bouncer! Karasu who lets the conversation flow, leaning back against the sofa, arm slung casually around your shoulders while the two of you talked.

He tells you about his younger days, how he played football at university, how life pulled him away from that dream of pursuing further. You tell him about your job as a receptionist at a pharmacy. And he listened, like really listened to the small details like they mattered, humming with interest, tilting his head to study you.

“So you’re the first smile people see, huh? Makes sense.” His teasing has your lips curling despite yourself.

Bouncer! Karasu who shifts the mood when his eyes drop to your freshly done acrylics.

His fingers presses over them lightly, admiring before casually saying, “If I were your man, I’d pay for all your maintenance.

“I don’t need you or anyone to pay. I like paying for my own things.”

“Oh yeah?” he drawls, amusement glinting in his eyes. His fingers brush over your hand, firm but teasing. “So you don’t want someone more mature to take care of you?”

“You finally admitting you can’t handle me?”

Bouncer! Karasu who had your brain short-circuiting, leaving you scrambling for words that refused to form.

His palm cups your face gently, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, coaxing it to part. You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. “But you’re the one who said I’m too—”

He doesn't let you finish. His mouth caught yours, achingly slow yet demanding before melting into something deeper.

“Karasu…” you whisper, barely able to get his name out.

“Mm?” His voice vibrates against your lips.

“This feels… different.”

Bouncer! Karasu who already knows this feels different for you and isn’t patient anymore.

“Feel that?” he rasps, pressing you down harder onto him. “That’s what you’ve been begging for without even realising it.”

He’s leaning back on the sofa, pulling you onto his lap where his shirt has long been tugged off, exposing the ridges of his muscles and the faint happy trail that leads beneath his waistband.

His cock is heavy, pulsing in his sweats and urging him to get past your damp folds. But his calloused fingers do their job of shoving your panties to the side and prepping you for what’s to come, knuckle-deep in your sopping cunt as he repeatedly pumps inside non-stop.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already, aren’t you? Can feel it soaking through.”

Bouncer! Karasu who’s going to show you what it means to really be with a man like him.

His throbbing cock is fully exposed, springing to life after sliding down his sweatpants. The sight made your pulse trip over itself, your panties on the verge of snapping from how much he shoves it to the side.

He slides his mushroom tip of his cock against your slick entrance, coating himself in you as you whimper above him.

“You’re shaking already?” He lines himself up, holding you steady as you hover above him. “C’mon, sit for me.”

Bouncer! Karasu who grew tired of your hesitation and snapped his hips upward, impaling you halfway down in one brutal thrust.

Your cries echo in the living room, nails raking down his chest as your eyes water uncontrollably.

“Fuck—!”

His head falls back with a guttural growl, grip bruising on your hips. “God, it’s been too long…” His voice cracked with raw need. “You feel so tight.”

He stretches you wide open, groaning at the way your body clenched down on him. His hands held your thighs wide, thumbs digging into soft flesh as he bottomed out, his cock seated deep inside you.

Bouncer! Karasu who sets a relentless pace, pulling you up only to slam you back down on his cock, making you whine out with each bruising thrust.

“Shhh, breathe, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss along your jaw only to follow it with a mocking chuckle. “Thought you could handle me?”

You’re whimpering, completely breathless as your tits are practically spilling out of your dress. “I-I can!”

“Then act like it.” His veins pop and his muscles flex each time he drives deeper into you, cursing nonstop at how greedy your cunt is being.

Bouncer! Karasu who needs to hear how much you need him.

“This what you wanted this whole time?” Snapping his hips into you with each word, digging into your cervix so unforgiving that it has your toes curling. “To have a real man like me spit you open like this?”

You’re babbling uncontrollably, frantically nodding your head before yelping out loud as you receive harsh spanks on your plush ass. “Yes, yes! Please don’t stop, I-I need you!”

“Fuuck, look at this view.” His eyes darken the more they dart to look at every detail of his cock disappearing inside you, your face twitching and your tits falling freely with every bounce.

Bouncer! Karasu who’s close, his breath coming ragged as his hand tangles in your locks, tugging gently to pull your head towards him.

“Fuck, gonna cum in your pretty pussy. Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you gasp without thinking, your voice wrecked.

That nearly undid him on the spot. “Yeah? You want me filling you up? Making sure you remember me every time you sit down tomorrow?”

Your frantic nod is all it took. With a deep groan, he slams into you one last time, spilling the splurges of his milky cum, making you whimper as he pumps every drop into your cunt.

Bouncer! Karasu who doesn’t pull out right away, plugging you up so not a drop of his cum spills out of you.

His tousled hair falls on the armrest of the sofa, pulling you tight against him, biting down against your shoulder, muffling another animalistic groan as your walls flutter desperately around him, dragging you into your orgasm that leaves you shaking.

His lips find your ear, voice rough but low and certain. “You fucking’ happy now?”

You’re too embarrassed and worn out to answer so you nuzzle your sweaty face in the crook of his neck and when he feels your lips curve into a weak grin, he huffs out a laugh.

“That’s what I thought. You’re too perfect to let go. Ain’t having you run off to little boys. My sweet girl.”

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