#bitchessss

With anyone else, it wouldn’t be such a tight fit behind the counter, but Jericho originally built this stand with only himself in mind - not you, a new hire of only a few months that he’d hired on for an extra set of hands to do prep work. 

And you’re fine with the tight quarters - Jericho’s a good guy, jovial and probably the best boss you’ve ever had with how he makes sure you get home every night. Nothing comes of it, until one night after closing up the stand and yanking the shutters closed, something very much comes of it. 

Jericho has to squeeze in a bit to move past you, but it’s a bit uncomfortable each time, no matter how often it happens. At first you think it’s normal, but then he’s moving back and forth unnecessarily and you’re starting to understand something painfully obvious and painfully hard. You’re not some shrinking wallflower, nor are you one to shy away from something casual, and that’s why when he tries it again, you brace your hands against the counter and shove your ass back into him until he’s trapped for a moment. 

“Hey, boss? Need something?” You shouldn’t tease him, not with his dick pressed against your ass so hard that you can feel his heartbeat, but you do it anyway and without shame.

The sounds that come from him are answer enough, but his massive hands grab your shoulders to brace you against the sharp thrust he makes against your ass. His groan is nearly deafening, and you wonder if the few people remaining out in the markets at this hour would be able to hear it. 

“That’s it, yeah, use me, boss-”

Jericho shushes you with a palm over your face, completely covering it until you can see nothing and make not a sound that isn’t forcefully muffled. All at once, you lose all control over the situation and you’ve been relegated to nothing more than a warm body for Jericho to get himself off against. 

And you’re more than willing to be that, just this once. 

As his dick grinds itself against your ass, wedging between your cheeks thanks to the stretching material of your pants, you jam your hand down the front to work on yourself with slippery fingers. Jericho catches that movement, and the laughter that comes from him shakes your entire body. 

He’s massive behind you as he manipulates your body so easily and without your input. There’s no possible way he’d be able to fit inside you, but as your hands rub against your arousal viciously you wonder if he'd let you try. He’s huge, and as terrifying as it is, you’re desperate for a challenge. 

You don’t last long, not while you work yourself up with thoughts of Jericho’s dick ruining you in ways that aren’t feasibly possible. His voice takes a tone you’re unfamiliar with, using the language that you barely understand until his warning comes true. Jericho nearly howls his release out, mercifully ruining his own clothes with it instead of yours despite the thick wetness from your own that’s seeped through your own pants. 

At least it’s the end of the night, and you’re not sure if that's a good omen or not when Jericho scoops you over his shoulder and sets about shutting all the lights and appliances off in the stall. When you squirm, trying to get comfortable while wedged between his neck and wooden epaulet, his hand comes down on your ass in a sharp warning that makes you fall limp.