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Sapnap ran his fingers through his dark hair, moving to rest his arm along the back of the bench seat, his hand brush against your shoulder softly. His other hand settled lazily on the thin steering wheel after turning up the radio a few notices. You swirled your tongue against the strawberry sucker between your lips, trying to quell the burning frustration you felt at his words.

“Suck on this and be a good girl while I’m on the phone,” he had said, answering his ringer after pushing the treat into your mouth.

He’d hung up the phone at least ten minutes prior yet you were still pouting at his nipping, cocky tone as you took the candy without sassing him. Sapnap never drove cars that were as old as the one you were in now, but he had asked you to tag along during one of his deliveries for his boss. You were curious which vehicle you would be swapping the tank for but, at the same time, you appreciated the bench seat and the airflow from the open windows.

Despite its age, the leather seats and detailing made it feel like the two of you were in some kind of old gangster movie, even though Sapnap was only in jeans and a t-shirt.

You slid across the seat, tucking yourself against his side as he wrapped his arm around you. You pulled your knees to your chest and he pressed his lips against your temple, stepping on the gas a bit more as he sped down the road. Your hand moved to rest on his thigh, slowly sliding your hand down the inside of his leg. You could see him smirking out of the corner of your eye as if to dare you to continue.

He started to hum to the radio as your nails raked down the denim, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He seemed to not be affected by your antics but you noticed his knuckles flush white as he gripped onto the steering wheel, giving away his subtle restraint.

You leaned back slightly, pulling the sucker from your mouth as his eyes darted to you before you stuck it in his mouth. “Hold this for me,” you muttered, watching as his teeth bit down on the stick as you palmed him through his jeans. Your other hand ran into his hair as his hold on the steering wheel tightened, his lips curling into a small smirk.

You sat off of him for a split second, tying your hair back as he shook his head with a small chuckle, forcing his eyes to remain glued to the road ahead of you. You pressed your lips to his neck, unbuttoning his pants and slipping your hand into his boxers, earning a groan from him. “Can I suck on something else to keep quiet?” You joshed softly as he shifted to give you a better angle. He inhaled sharply as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

You moved to sit with your knees against the leather, his hand hooking around your ponytail as you pumped your hand over his length, earning a moan from him. You looked up at him with what doe-eyes you could muster, attempting to hide the lust and deviousness behind your antics. He looked down briefly at you as he shifted gears lazily. “Am I going to be too distracting?” You asked, realizing he had stopped at a red light. He barely shook his head, sending a small wave to whoever was in the car beside the two of you.

You dug your teeth into his thigh and his fingers slipped beneath your ponytail, knotting in your locks as you quickened your hand. You moaned as he tugged at your hair, pushing yourself closer to his lap as the car began to move again. You were thankful he was a smooth driver or you would be thrown to the floorboards. That goes without saying that he wouldn’t slam on the breaks if you tried any funny business.

He pressed his shoulders against his seat, a low groan grumbling from his chest as his arousal grew in your hand. You pressed your lips against his tip, letting your tongue tease his sensitive skin. You pushed him into your mouth, gauging his size as you bobbled your head over his cock slowly, not yet taking him completely. The rush of power pulsed through your veins as he throbbed at your touch, your tongue swirling against what you could reach of his shaft.

His hand moved from its rough grip on your hair to rest in the crook of your neck, seemingly wanting to feel your throat straining to please him. You pulled off of him, swallowing as your hand bobbed against the slickness of your spit and his precum. He made a turn, hand steady as if you weren’t pressing your elbows into the expensive leather and literally stroking his ego.

You licked your lips, regretting your lipstick choice as you saw it smeared against your hand and his cock, despite the fact that you had only just begun. You took him into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks the best you could as your hand moved in tandem with the song. His thumb brushed against the back of your neck softly in quiet gratefulness of your work. Your tongue swirled designs against his dick as you attempted not to choke on him.

You felt him shiver as you moaned around him. “Baby, just like that,” he cooed. “You’re taking me so well. My good girl.” His voice was gravelly as he spoke, teeth still holding the sucker as his eyes flashed between you in his lap and the road in front of him. Heat spiked through your body at his praise, the flush that was already there from the temperature in the car adding to the warmth between your legs.

You took him further down your throat, slipping him between your lips as you pulled off before taking a few centimeters more as you repeated. You were hell-bent on your mouth reaching his base, already tasting the worship he would give you as you did so. Your spit leaked against your hand, making your descent easier as your eyes watered from the pressure on your throat.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he moaned, his hips tensing under you as he struggled not to buck into your mouth. Your tongue curled against his shaft, sucking him harder. The taste of him was beginning to overpower that of the lollipop as he strained against finishing, his cock hard in your mouth and hand. Tears striped down your cheeks as you held him in the back of your throat before bobbing your head back, his hot pleasure coating the back of your throat as he let out a low moan of your name.

You realized then that he had stopped. You pumped him a few more times, earning a snide comment from him as you looked at your slick hand wrapped around him and the damage that you had done. Before you could sit up, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping you in place. “Nuh-uh. Clean me up,” he commanded, his dominance sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body as you readily heeded to his demand, licking up what you could as if was the elixir of life.

You sat up, crawling over to straddle one of his legs and pulling the bare stick from between his teeth, tossing it out of the window. You pressed your lips against his hungrily, his arm wrapping around your waist to drag you against his denim-clad thighs. His other slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, nails biting into the flesh of your legs. The taste of him blended with the artificial strawberry flavoring as his tongue pressed into your mouth with a moan.

You rolled your hips against his legs, letting the friction swim into your thoughts as you broke the kiss. Your hand wrapped around his cock again, stirring up his arousal once more. His cheeks were flushed with a soft pink as a result of the hot summer day and what you were doing to him. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin to show how much you belonged to him. You tilted your head to give him more space, moaning his name softly as his hand moved with your hips encouraging you to get off.

You sped up the pace of your hand, making him groan against your skin as he stiffened. His voice was deep and velvety in your ear as he wrapped himself around you. His tongue pressed against your neck, the breeze from the windows reaching into ghost against his marks. He bounced his knee as if dead set on getting you off before him as you ground against him like a horny teenager. “You’re my good little slut, aren’t you?” He bit, menacingly as you let out an almost pornographic moan at the friction. His arm tightened around you, driving you further up his leg as your thumb swirled over his tip, collecting what you could of his cum and dragging it down his length.

You tugged your lip between your teeth, your other hand threading your fingers into his hair and tugging lightly. “I’m your good little slut? Am I making you feel that good, sir?” You teased, stifling a moan in his t-shirt as he lapped at your collarbones, chasing the high you were bringing him to with your hand again.

His teeth nipped threateningly against your skin. “Fuck, don’t berate me while you’re riding my thigh,” he nearly growled. As if proving some kind of point, his hips jutted into your hand, driving against you harder as you whimpered at the feeling between your legs.

His hand dipped beneath the stitching at the slightly ruffled bottom of your shirt, fingers digging into your skin to leave more of his markings. You were lucky he would be the only one seeing those placements besides you. You couldn’t imagine how it would be for someone else to see the various teeth lines and bruises. He probably felt the same after you always littered his body in your makeup and nail marks. “Would you rather me be more vulgar?” You mustered, voice uneven and needy as you shamelessly thrust your hips against his leg. You felt his cock throb again, his second orgasm easier to conjure than the first as his face flushed at the stimulation.

He moved one of his hands to tug at your sleeve, pressing his lips against your freshly exposed skin. “Tell me what you want instead,” he groaned. “You look so cute. I wanna hear you whine like the little slut I know you are,” he muttered darkly.

“I want you to cum all over my hand,” you moaned, digging your face into his shirt. “I want you to make a mess of me. Please, sir,” you whined. His hand moved from your arm to the crook of your neck again, tugging your lips to crash against his in a burn of neediness. You moaned at the taste of strawberry still on his lips, dragging yourself against his leg as he bounced his knee, making your climax spark through you without warning. As your hips stuttered against him, your hand pulsed around his cock. Swallowing your whimpering moans, Sapnap came, his sticky finish painting your hand again as he groaned.

You leaned against the hood of the car, watching as Sapnap and an unknown man discussed prices that Sapnap’s boss was asking for. You popped the gum in your mouth, finding that you would much rather be tasting Sapnap on your tongue as he crossed his arms. The man handed him an envelope of cash, which he flipped through easily as if he had done the task millions of times over.

The man flashed a toothy grin at you as you tucked your hands behind your back, looking small compared to Sapnap’s frame. Sultry images flipped through your head knowing that Sapnap looked like he could break you over his knee. “That pretty thing come with the Mercury?” The man asked. While you were busy gushing over Sapnap, you hadn’t realized the man was sizing you up like some kind of meat.

You wrinkled your nose as if to question his sincerity. Without looking up from the envelope, Sapnap chimed, “Make a comment like that again and I’ll drag you behind the ‘65 Catalina by your intestines.” His voice was even and deadpanned, making your eyebrows raise as you bit back a sardonic grin. The man closed his mouth into a tight-lipped frown as Sapnap barely looked up to toss him the keys to the car the two of you had brought.

He turned, stuffing the envelope into his pocket and gesturing two fingers for you to follow him. As you jogged to join his side, he wrapped an arm around you, sliding his hand into your back pocket as the man yelled a defeated salutation after the two of you. “I’m not letting anyone talk to you like a toy,” Sapnap bit, sending you a smug grin.

You almost stripped out of your shorts for him there, yet instead, let him tuck you to his side. “You talk to me like I’m a toy, Sap,” you quipped back, disguising the fact that you secretly liked it. His confidence and the ease he had at defending you had your head spinning.

He chuckled darkly. The two of you approached another vehicle, a sleek, black Corvette gleaming at you as he opened the passenger door. He leaned his arms against the open window frame as you slid inside. He closed the door behind you. “That’s because you’re mine to play with. Not Bumfuckville Kenny,” he leered back, bringing a blush to your cheeks before he pressed his lips to yours briefly. “I treat you like a lady when you’re not begging for my cock, anyway,” he clarified with a cocky tone, sending you a wink before walking around the front of the car, leaving you hot and worked up again.

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You leaned against the cool metal of Sapnap’s driver door, his body dangerously close to you as his arm rested on the top of the car, his mouth near your ear as he pointed out his opponent. You enjoyed nights like tonight---Sapnap blatantly showing you off for the bystanders, making sure to pretend he didn’t notice their lingering eyes tracing your body. Your short black dress curled around your legs as you pressed closer to him, the lace of your tights hugging the flesh of your thighs.

The cockiness in Sapnap’s stature was almost enough to diffuse the obvious tension between him and the other man. It seemed that you were the only one picking up on the nodes of an impending threat hanging in the air.

You wet your lips slightly, eyes glued to the man dressed in an expensively tailored suit. His watch gleamed from the glare of the streetlamps beneath the abandoned overpass. Your hand pressed into Sapnap’s jacket almost affectionately; a subtle racing attire that he usually would slip around your shoulders as his opponent signed the pink slips of vehicle ownership over to him. “What are you racing for this time?” You mumbled, feeling Sapnap watch you as you watched the man. “How much of mommy’s money?” You jabbed, letting your lips quirk into a smirk as your eyes flashed to his.

He looked at you with a mock deviousness, head shaking ever so slightly. “You really should watch that dirty mouth of yours,” he nipped lowly, gaze soft as if he was relishing in knowing something you didn’t.

A quiet chuckle brushed through your body. “Is that a threat?” You mocked, making his cocky grin spread. “Come on, tell me,” you urged, letting your voice rise into a soft whine. Something else piqued his interest, his hand dropping to settle on your hip as you seemed to finally come to your senses, hearing the hard soles of the expensive man as he approached the two of you.

“Hey, Sapnap,” the man greeted with a pearly smile, wealth radiating off his shoulders. Sure, your family had money, just as Sapnap’s did, but there was something almost off about Sapnap’s new opponent. You hadn’t seen him around when you accompanied Sapnap to prior races. “I just saw a movie about your mom the other night,” he paused, turning to his partner. “What was it called again?” He asked, almost mockingly.

His friend’s smirk widened. “Class, wasn’t it?” He quipped.

Sapnap let out a dry laugh. “No, I think it was The Pallbearer?” The man joked again.

“American Pie, maybe?” You offered with a smug grin, making Sapnap’s fingers dig into your hip despite his cool exterior.

The expensive man looked at you almost fondly, eyes dancing as he snickered. “Is this her?” He stated, nodding to you as he stuffed his hands into his slacks pockets.

Your eyebrows perked, snapping your head to Sapnap who acted as if it were just another day. “Yeah, need a passenger?” Sapnap offered, voice even and deep almost as if he was underwhelmed by the man’s display of inheritance.

You scrunched your nose mildly, attention still on Sapnap as you tried to get him to level with you. “Sapnap,” you groaned, quietly. He side-eyed you briefly, a slyness dripping off his mannerisms.

“Come on, doll. You’ll get used to it,” the man boasted, gesturing towards his vehicle. “Sapnap’ll have to run back to Techno after losing tonight too. Harsh.” The man’s partner chuckled, following him as they walked back to his car. You turned to Sapnap, a fire in your chest igniting as your eyes settled upon his coy smirk.

You crossed your arms, narrowing your gaze up at him. “You’re not serious are you?” You murmured, making him shrug. You moved, fisting his jacket in one of your hands and pulling him closer to you. “Stop fucking around. Do you even know that guy?” Your heart was racing.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, allure and lust swirling in his irises. “Would you relax? It’s not that big of a-”

You cut him off. “Don’t downplay this! You’re betting me!” You whispered harshly. He subtly rolled his eyes at your demeanor, still biting back a wider smile. You shoved him away from you, ready to slap him with all the force you could muster.

Alas, his hand shot up to catch yours, pulling you against him, his grip around your wrist tightening as his lips neared your ear again. “I won’t lose,” he stated before pulling back to meet your partially ablaze glare. He leveled with you. “I wouldn’t agree if I wasn’t sure, sweetheart,” he answered. His voice was calm and steady, husky even, in the colder city air.

His green eyes bore into yours as he turned your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles softly. “Now go be my pretty girl and play nice,” he added with a snide smirk, his other hand patting your ass in the direction of the expensive man’s car.

You melted out of his grasp almost smoothly. “I hate you,” you barked quietly over your shoulder. He sent you a wink before climbing in the driver’s seat of his car---the Corvette that just a week prior you’d picked up with him.

The man looked up from where he was adjusting his tie, opening the passenger door for you before you stepped in, the gentle scent of leather encompassing your senses. You turned his rearview mirror, mockingly fixing your lipstick as he settled into his own seat. You let your mind flash to a memory of Sapnap giggling after telling you not to touch his mirrors for the eighth time that day.

“It’s just a drag race, so it’s nothing to be worried about, love,” the expensive man commented, his hand moving to settle on your thigh as he popped his gum. His other hand rested on top of his steering wheel, eyes cast forward as if he was too confident to meet your annoyed gaze. “Your little boyfriend over there has quite the reputation in these things,” he continued.

You rolled your eyes, barely leaning over him to follow his line of vision as he peered at Sapnap who sat with his arm hanging out of his car as he chewed on a toothpick. His polished, cocky look was irritating to you, mainly because you trusted that Sapnap was good at what he did, but you couldn’t help the worry and unsettled feeling creeping into your bones at this circumstance. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Sapnap lazily looked over, winking at his opponent mockingly and with such slight emotion, it was almost hot. His eyes then met yours, as if to tell you not to stress anymore. You hated to admit it, but you usually did as he said: sucking on a lollipop while he was on a phone call, wearing the dress he liked, and now... you weren’t worried. Sapnap was going to win.

You leaned back into the seats, getting comfortable as you bit back a snide smile while the expensive man revved his engine. His grip ghosted further up your thigh. You leaned towards his ear, your hand settling in the crook of his elbow. “I can’t wait to tell him how you’re touching me. He’s gonna fucking kill you,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving a small print of your lipstick.

The man chuckled, almost nervously, at your words before slowly moving his hands to his sheering wheel. The iconic flag girl walked between the cars, letting her hand brush against Sapnap’s jawline as she took her place in front and center. The gold decorating her body glittered in the headlights and as she raised her arms, both cars bursting to life with purring engines.

Sapnap’s knuckles were bloody as he quietly listened to the man on the other side of the phone call. You were shocked that the guy swung at him after Sapnap finished lengths ahead of him; you were more shocked that Sapnap retaliated with a hit hard enough to knock the expensive man out after one blow. You slipped your arms into the soft leather jacket Sapnap had settled around your shoulders, trying your best not to stare at him with the lust filling your body. You couldn’t stop thinking about how effortlessly he’d quieted the man after the mix of seeing your lipstick on him and the man’s words about the race and you in his car.

He pulled up to a large house, the gravel drive seemingly stretching in a mile-long loop before turning to the back. He got out of the car without a word, phone still to his ear as the man listed off instructions for Sapnap’s next assignment. Sapnap opened your door as well, gesturing for you to get out before hanging up his cellphone.

You looked up at the massive house, making him stop beside you. You sent him a joking expression, the fire in his eyes still evident. “Am I gonna meet your mom or something?” You quipped and he shook his head, expression darkening before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he pulled you into the garage with him.

As you walked further into the large room, he turned on the lights; a soft yellow glow almost too dim to seem the garage was anything other than something from a commercial. The vast array of cars lining the space was almost mind-boggling for you. He followed you as a vehicle caught your eye. “How’s your hand?” You asked before turning and wrapping yourself around his waist. He reacted smoothly to your movements, hands settling on the sides of your neck and dragging your lips into a rough kiss. The hunger behind his actions went straight to your core as you let his tongue slip into his mouth, him backing you up until you were pressed against the car.

He broke away from you, hands moving to grip your ass harshly as his mouth moved to nip at your neck. He pushed you up to sit on the hood of the car, standing between your legs. “Why? Are you gonna clean me up? Kiss my wounds?” He mocked darkly, palms slowly running the length of your thighs until his thumbs were pressing into your hips beneath the dark skirt of your dress.

Your legs were pressed open further by his hips as he ground against you, the friction making you moan softly, your fingers wrapping around his arms. “You’re such a dick,” you whimpered as his tongue traced the line of your collarbone, your fingers struggling to undo the buttons of his shirt. His dark chuckle was lost as he pressed his lip against yours again, a mess of biting and marking as you went for his belt. The expensive clasp felt like second nature for you as you slipped your hand into his pants, stroking his arousal as he hummed into your mouth.

His hand moved to your hair as he ground his hips into your palm, tugging harshly on your locks. “The lipstick was a nice touch,” he groaned, fingernails biting into the soft skin of your hip. You moved your hand faster, feeling him grow harder with each flex of your wrist. “I should fucking punish you for that and trying to hit me,” he growled, pulling your hand from him.

He bunched up your skirt, shoving your underwear to the side before pushing into you, giving you no time to adjust. You whimpered again. “Be gentle,” you groaned, struggling to keep your eyes from rolling at the intense pressure of him finally filling you up. Your hand moved to the car hood, trying to keep you propped up to take his thrusts.

He shook his head, pulling your hips into his first, deep thrust. “You’re gonna take it however I want,” he stated, irises full of dark lust and almost anger. The mix of the adrenaline tonight, the expensive man, and your taunting was piling behind every one of his rough movements as he manhandled you. “You’re my reward tonight. Aren’t you, good girl?” He jested, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth as his hips snapped into yours. “Act like it.”

Sapnap’s voice was low and commanding, making goosebumps litter your skin. One of his hands fisted the front of his jacket still hanging off your body, keeping you right where he wanted you as he fucked you against the hood of his car. Your fingers clawed at his back, marking him with a kind of proof of the pleasure he was giving you. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body trying to brace the impact of his pace and not clench around him right away, your legs threatening to knot around his waist as his other hand moved from where it was balancing beside your body.

His fingers head your chin tightly as he tsked, slowing his pace, making sure he was thrusting into you deeper than before. “No, look at me when I’m railing you,” he goaded, forcing your attention back on his strong face, his burning eyes and demanding voice making your walls flutter around him. In a slow movement, his hand settled against your neck, the heaviness of his grip felt like a collar as he pulled your lips back up to his, stealing the breath from your lungs. “My little slut. I can’t believe you get off when I treat you like this,” he ragged, the deviousness and ego were flames in his eyes to mix with the pure adoration he had for you despite the constant degrading.

With the weight of his hand keeping you gasping for air and his quickening pace, he relentlessly brought you to your orgasm, your body tightening around his hips as a cocky grin wiped around his mouth. He leaned into your pleasure, wanting to taste your moans as he continued to thrust into you, finishing himself off as you clenched around him.

As you caught your breath, Sapnap buckled his belt, his cheeks slightly red from the stimulation, full lips dusted a darker pink from his warfare against your mouth. You tugged on his shirt until he was wrapped around you again, nose tucked into the crook of your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair quietly, pressing your lips to his shoulder as his body relaxed into your arms.

Your thighs were sore from his hips. “Next time you bargain with me, I’m letting the other guy finger me,” you jested, tone matching his from earlier. His breath hitched in his chest before you slipped out of his grasp and off the hood, trying not to show how unsteady your legs were and ignore the heat between your legs as his cum dripped between your legs. You adjusted your dress. “Come on, sweet boy,” you mocked, the nickname the equivalent to his incessant use of sweetheart. “Take me home before Todd calls the police on you again.”

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The basement was only accessible through one door which was stationed at the back of Techno’s motorcycle shop. The door was bolted from the inside, only to be unlocked after the murmuring of a password known by word of mouth.

Behind the door was a flight of stairs going downward. The walls are reminiscent of walking through a damp tunnel, the air hanging thick, smelling of rotting soil and burning leaves. A man stationed on one of the landings would open the door at the end of the staircase and then move back upstairs as one would continue through the dark hallway, faintly hearing the sounds of men shouting. Finally, the last entryway and the gateway into a different universe: two double doors made of decaying wood.

The hinges always creaked when pried opened, giving the illusion that the basement was nothing more than storage, yet through those doors laid a bustling room of cockroaches and their bookies. Men in all shapes and sizes, in suits and sweatpants, with elaborate hairstyles and hats clustered around a giant roped-off area in the center of the basement.

Ritual followers of the activities referred to it as the Ring.

The dingy atmosphere of expensive cologne and cigar smoke was a trip back in the twenties when similar tactics were just for the high of living. Underground matches are like alcohol during the prohibition and the Ring was the modern-day speakeasy.

And that’s where you were, swimming in the stale fog of cigar smoke and sweaty bodies as you scored percentages into your small notebook, taking the bribes as cash was handed to you. The men with the expensive appearances always flaunted their exaggerated statistics, testing your knowledge about the Ring as if they weren’t facilitating some kind of kill match. They treated you as if you were the equivalent of a cigarette girl when in reality, you held their fortunes in your hand and controlled the fate of the fight.

You were Techno’s eyes, ears, and author. He would observe from afar, crossing his arms over his chest as you eyed Punz, telling him which way to fix the fight to make Techno the most money. Punz was completely attuned to you, his light eyes trained to search for your mild quirks and subtle hints as you pretended to add up the odds. Regretfully, it was a losing night against an outside competitor.

Punz drew in a sharp breath as you chewed the inside of your cheek, barely instructing him. You flashed him four of your fingers, knowing full-well that Techno was guaranteed at least a $10,000 payout if Punz let the competitor wail on him for that long. You always preferred the nights when you could nod for him to flatten the challenger in under two rounds, but nights like tonight left your stomach in knots.

You rolled the sleeves of your white button-up shirt, your suit jacket hanging on a fold-out chair nearest to Techno as you continued to work the floor. As you walked the perimeter, your gaze glued to Punz, who was wrapping white tape around his knuckles and watching you. You knew that his heavy-handed approach in the first few rounds would leave the protection in nothing but white tatters, peeling away from his butchered skin.

His lip was still busted from the match a few days prior, cheekbone tinted with a purple hue and eyes set tired to avoid giving away the adrenaline you knew was pulsing through his body. His hand flexed against the tape, giving him more motion. Your sights settled on the healing cut that divided his eyebrow, the memory of seeing Dream’s ring cut into Punz’s face making your blood boil.

You liked to stand on the opposite end of the make-shift ring from Punz. There were days when you wished you weren’t some kind of conductor for the underground matches, mainly so you could cheer on your lover like the rest of the spectators.

But alas, you were the puppeteer and Punz was your obedient marionette.

The fight began with the ringing of an ancient-looking shift bell, Punz stepping back on the balls of his feet as his opponent remained defensive. Punz rolled his eyes, sights flashing to you before moving to land the first blow; a heavy shot to the man’s side. You crossed your arms, nodding as if to tell him he only needed to lose by a hair.

At your direction the fight became bloodier, knuckles cracking against bone and rib cages, drawing the crimson streams of life from their bodies. In an ideal world where Punz was fighting for his own mercy and not the money bags of his boss, Punz would have wasted the opposing man, smiling as he did so.

Punz always seemed to gain stamina the more he was battered, thriving off of the blood pooling in his teeth or streaming down the side of his head. In bare-knuckle matches, he was almost unrecognizable in his blood lust.

The bell chimed again, the rounds moving quicker as Punz pretended to be worn out from the weaker jabs of his competitor. You chuckled to yourself, a smirk settling on your lips as he rolled his shoulders. His expression tilted towards you, seemingly noticing your amusement as he fought not to grin himself.

Punz launched his fist into his opponent’s face, blood gushing instantly from the man’s nose as Punz hammered another blow into his torso. The man retaliated by driving his elbow into Punz’s stomach before throwing his knuckles into Punz’s jaw. Punz’s t-shirt clung to his sweat-drenched body, the thought of peeling him out of those clothes later in the night made your skin prickle with goosebumps. His messy hair and concentrated eyes were allusions of unadulterated sin as he brushed the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the thread of blood trickling down his chin from his re-busted lip.

Punz knew to wear down, letting the man knock him against the ropes, Punz’s light eyes looking up at you with nearly a breath between the two of you. “Good boy,” you stated, only loud enough for him to hear. His eyebrow quirked at your words to combat the cocky grin wanting to break through his tough façade with your praise. He stood up straighter and submitted to losing as his competitor landed another punch.

After the fight, you indulged in the sound of your heels clicking against the staircase as you moved back up to the shop, the area quiet and desolate after the cockroaches had scampered away back into their crevices. You turned, starting down the long hallway towards the locker room, grabbing the First Aid kit off the wall on your way. The envelope of money felt heavy in your hand, its manilla coloring almost too obvious against your suited attire.

You pushed the door open with your foot, peering down one of the rows of lockers before spotting Punz, yawning slightly as he pulled off his shirt, revealing various old-style tattoos that matched the ones painted across his knuckles. Whenever you saw him in this state, you silently thanked George for his hours of work and steady hand.

Punz’s eyes perked up as you entered the room; the familiar sight of you ready to patch up his wounds brought a content smile to his bruised features. “How’d I do, dove?” He coaxed looking up at you as he sat on the dividing bench. His voice was raspy and deep from exhaustion.

You gave him a small smile, tossing your jacket on the other side of him and taking his face in your hand, pressing your lips against his briefly. Your nose brushed his as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “So good,” you hummed. He moved to straddle the bench as you sat in front of him, digging into the aid kit.

Before you could even start in on his wounds, his hands were snaking up your legs to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him on the bench. You propped your knee against his, taking one of his hands and dabbing away the dried blood on his knuckles as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he took in your scent, his lips pressing against your neck before he unclasped the top few buttons of your shirt. His other hand moved to press against your freshly exposed skin, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe.

You let out a quiet giggle at his antics, moving your head to brush against his cheek and shrug him off. “Cut it out. You’ll distract me,” you muttered, stifling the obvious grin in your tone.

He let out a low chuckle, moving your hair out of the way before settling in the crook of your neck again, hand moving to wrap around your waist and draw you closer. “There’s no way. You’re too stubborn,” he jested, his stubble tickling your chest as he nibbled at the sensitive skin on your throat.

Once you finished with his hands, you moved onto his face, tending to the small cuts and scrapes. Punz continued his own form of clean-up as he pressed his lips against the inside of your wrist. You knew he was coming off of his fight high and you were waiting on him to rag you about wincing during some of the harder hits. He got off on the idea that your calm and indifferent surface cracked when it came to him.

His hands hooked around the back of your knees, tugging you practically into his lap as you rolled your eyes. His fingers untucked your shirt, slipping between the material and your skin as his lips traveled the length of your jaw. His blunt nails raked down your back, his neediness unmasked by the slight roll of his hips against yours.

You dropped what you were working on, running your fingers into his blond hair as he moaned against your skin. You moved your legs to wrap around his waist, letting him grip onto your hips and press you against his body. He sealed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with a groan. You tugged on his hair, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

His fingers unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders as your teeth moved to dig into his shoulder. His hands moved to tug your pants down your thighs. You pushed him back against the bench, balancing yourself on his lap as you settled his hands on your thighs, leaning down to kiss him again.

He gripped onto your hips, driving you to grind against him, a moan of his hand slipping through your lips in praise. Your fingers raked down his chest as you ground your hips against him, making him bite his lips to keep himself quiet.

He pushed himself into you, making you groan as you adjusted to his size, hungry for more friction. As you rolled your hips, his hands moved to your chest. You pulled his arm towards you, pressing your lips to the tattoo across his wrist in your handwriting. "You did so well tonight, baby," you cooed, earning a moan from him at your praise. "I'm so proud of you."

You leaned down, swallowing his lustful noises and you pressing your lips against his as you thrust against him. The tension from the night and the sight of him submitting to you completely.

His head tipped back against the wood, his hips swirling against yours as his mouth opened with a slight whimper. You clenched around him, feeling him throb inside of you. You bit back a smile, watching how easy it was to get him off as his cheeks flushed, a lazy grin on his face as you moved on top of him. "Fuck look how much you want me," you mocked, his hands moving to dig into your hips.

His brows furrowed as he mumbled your name, making you pick up your pace. "Shit, don't stop," he nearly begged.

You curled your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. "You deserve it, my good boy," you husked, tongue flattening against his collarbone as he moaned at the feeling.

He pushed himself to sit up, giving you a new angle as you drove him deeper into you, thrusting against his body and tugging at his hair. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, quietly pleading out your name as if he were confessing his sins to you.

His coarse hands dug into your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your head fell back, moaning about how good he was making you feel.

It didn't take long for him to finish, his hot seed spreading between your legs as he groaned darkly in your ear. You combed your fingers through his hair, letting him roll his hips against yours and ride out his high.

Dream kicked his feet up on Techno’s desk, popping a few jelly beans in his mouth from his position on the other side of Sapnap, the bone tattoos on his fingers making you slightly grateful for Punz's ink choices. Sapnap leaned his head back against the edge of his chair, closing his eyes tiredly as you crossed your legs, flipping through one of the magazines that Techno had stacked in the corner of his office. Punz flexed his hands, still sore from the previous night’s fight, as he watched your skirt ride up your thighs a few centimeters.

The office was silent between the four of you, waiting for the man in charge after he’d called all of you in for an “emergency meeting.” Punz looked over your shoulder at what you were reading and you angled yourself to share the magazine with him, trying to ignore the tension he was building between the two of you as his thigh brushed yours.

The bag of jelly beans in Dream’s pocket made shuffling noises as he moved closer to whisper something to Sapnap, making him chuckle softly. The door swung open, sending the four of you on your feet as Techno’s secretary rattled off what was on his docket for the day. He ran his fingers through his short pink hair, eyes zoning out slightly as he took a seat behind his desk before thanking the woman and sending her on her way. He motioned for all of you to sit.

“My anxiety is through the roof, I just need to know if I’m in trouble first, Tech,” Dream started in, making Punz’s eyes roll and you to let out a small laugh.

Techno began to feather through some of the papers on his desk, pulling on his glasses. His t-shirt flexed against his muscular arms. You were surprised to see him in casual clothes in the middle of the week, but you figured he had plans with Sapnap after the meeting. “No, you’re fine, Dream.”

Dream chewed on one of the jelly beans. “Are you sure, because I can’t figure out why I’d be in here. Like, I’m just,” he paused, leaning forward to look at you before snapping his fingers a few times searching for a word. “What do you call it?”

You scoffed. “A floater. Snap at me again and I’ll break your dick off,” you bit, making Punz subtly cover his mouth to conceal his grin.

Dream winked at you. “Sounds like one hell of a handjob,” he quipped back without missing a beat.

“Dream, shut the fuck up,” Sapnap sighed, looking at Techno as if to urge him to continue. Dream snickered at Sapnap.

Techno cleared his throat. “Okay, now that that’s out of our system,” he pulled a page from the stack. “Dream, I’m giving you more matches to take some of the weight off of Punz.”

You tilted your head. “What?” Techno’s gaze shifted to you as if commanding you to elaborate. “Punz makes you the most money out of all of them. You’re losing profit with Dream.” You weren’t going to sit idly by and let your lover get knocked down a peg. Especially, not for Dream to step up in his place.

Techno nodded. “It looks bad on my part if one of my fighters dies in the middle of a match though, doesn’t it?”

“It’s illegal underground fighting. He knows the risks-” Punz reached over to cover your mouth.

He sighed. “That sounds fine. No less than three a week, though.”

Dream let out a low whistle. “Damn, she let you borrow your balls just for this?”

Punz turned his head to him, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Hmmm. What does that bracelet say, sweet boy?” Sapnap laughed at Punz’s comment, making Dream punch his arm. Techno shook his head at all of you, settling his glasses on top of his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“You guys are all simps,” Techno murmured to end the discussion. “Sapnap, I have a new model I want you to test out. Punz, I’m leaving the shop to the two of you while I’m gone.” He gestured between you and Punz before tilting his head to Dream. “I mean this with the utmost respect but, go mutilate your body or something at George’s. I don’t trust you and Punz in the same room for more than ten minutes.”

You snorted and Dream shrugged at his words. As you all stood to leave, Sapnap and Techno began to discuss his new car modifications. “Hey, Dream. Can you get my name?” You teased and he pinched your cheek.

“Right above my ass because I know you’ll be staring at it anyway,” he jested. Punz moved to stand behind Techno’s desk, flipping through his account book. His knuckle tattoos flexed as his fingers searched for a specific tab.

You sighed. “Finally, I’ll have something to look at,” you countered, biting back a smirk. Dream mocked a pained expression before heading out the door. You turned back to Punz, walking behind Techno’s desk as well, your hands running along his black jacket. “You’re quiet today,” you muttered, fingers looping through his thin silver chain to draw it from beneath his shirt. You’d bought it for him for your anniversary a few years prior.

He turned towards you, his deadpan look sending shivers down your spine as his hand wrapped around your wrist. “You think I can’t defend myself?” He dared, eyes flickering with lust and heat as he looked at you. His hand moved to hold your chin, your breath hitching as his lips threatened to brush against yours. “I have half a mind to teach you a lesson for that.” His voice was mellow and low as he spoke to you, making your ears burn red.

His thumb moved to brush against your lip, your mouth opening to take his digit between your teeth almost instinctively. There was no way any of the guys would take you seriously if they knew how whipped you actually were for Punz, which was most of the reason why he let you lead when you were around them.

The other half of him liked when you were scary and in charge.

Punz knocked you against the desk, your torso hitting the wood as you bit back a giggle, gripping onto the edge of the wood as he kicked your legs apart. “Speaking for me like you’re my master,” he jabbed, pushing your skirt further up your waist and grinding against you. He tsked as you moaned, pressing your cheek to the grain, shoving Techno’s pen display to the side.

He gripped the collar of your shirt, snapping a few of your buttons. “Christ, Luke,” you moaned, voice uneven and out of breath. “I’m gonna run out of shirts,” you barely whined.

His lips pressed against your shoulder, nose moving to brush against behind your ear. “Are you complaining, pet?” He hissed, hand settling on the edge beside your own, grinding his hips against yours. You shook your head violently, making him lean off you. The sound of his belt dropping to the floor behind you made your head spin, your knees weak.

His hand brushed over your waistband, dipping below your skirt and smacking the curve of your ass. You whimpered at the impact, heart racing as your body throbbed for his attention. "Filthy slut. You like when I punish you, don't you?" Punz chided, pressing his knee between your legs and knotting his fingers into your hair. You rolled back against his thigh almost as if by instinct, hungry for his antics.

His palm smacked you again, gripping onto the sensitive, burning skin with his strong hand as if it were a trophy for him. Truth be told, you were his trophy, especially when you gave in like you were.

As you heard his zipper, your face flushed, gripping onto the wood as you readied yourself, submitting to Punz's mercy with a grin on your face.

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