#mobboss!steve

Quickly you decide to focus on something else to prevent yourself from getting as red as a tomato. The room is amazingly decorated. Dark red walls with white shiny curtains. On the side of the walls are sofas that don’t look comfortable but are absolutely stunning. However, the signature piece of the room was definitely the fountain in the middle, made of glass, and probably not pouring water but champagne.

“Hey Steve!” A man calls out from one of the sofa’s. Steve moves towards him and you follow him, feeling like his puppy.

Steve enthusiastically shakes the man's hand. “Hey, good to see ya”, Steve replies.

You just smile sheepishly to the man in front of you. His hands distract you for a millisecond. They look off. But your focus is quickly back on his face, trying not to offend the first person Steve talks to. His hair is slowly turning gray and his beard has this weirdly trimmed shape, not something you’d think of as a turn-on.

“I can’t believe this day has come. Steve Rogers bringing a lady to the party. My lady, I’m Stephen Strange.” The man now looks at you with an extended hand. You take it and shake it lightly.

With the sweetest voice, you introduce yourself. You quickly flash your eyes at Steve before looking at the man again. “And it surprises me to hear that he’s never brought a date to these kinds of things before.”

Stephen Strange chuckles. “Oh but miss, he did. It just didn’t end that well. But that’s not a story for me to tell.”

Your mouth stays shut, not knowing what to say. Is he insinuating that the girl is dead? Is that your destiny too?

“Stephen, don’t be such a scare”, Steve laughs and then turns to you. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

You nod, still taken aback from what has been said. He introduces you to a few other people and slowly you shake the odd feeling off. Instead, a smile appears on your face and a champagne glass is attached to your lips. Alcohol is always easy to make things seem less worse.

Slowly you start to be a bit more bubbly and open. Now and then Steve steals a little kiss, making you swoon. The fact he isn’t shy in being affectionate in front of these people is sweet. You’d expect for a ‘bad boy’ like him to be way colder, but then again, every documentary you’ve seen about the maffia shows that they’re always very loving towards their partner.

When you and Steve have a minute to be alone, you see the opportunity to ask. “I still want to ask”, you start. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised, hand resting on your knee as you sit in one of the sofas. “What did Stephen Strange mean when he said that it didn’t end well the last time you brought a girl?”

He looks away, as if he’s replaying whatever happened in his head. “I’d rather not go into detail right now, but things got messy. She left me for someone else, but only after she did a lot of stuff after my back. Even almost got me in jail because of it. There’s a lot to this story and I don’t know why Stephen said that.”

“Will I ever get the longer version of this story?”, you ask. It’s not just curiosity speaking now, but also because you want to know what you’re dealing with. You’re officially dating, so you feel like you have a right to know what you’re getting yourself into.

He wanted to answer, but got interrupted again. “What’s up, boss?”, Sam exclaims and they both shake hands. Steve looks at you guiltily as though saying that this conversation isn’t over.

A few hours go by before you ,or namely Steve, decide to call it a night. The chauffeur brings you to his apartment in Manhattan.

“I know that you’re worried”, Steve said once the car started driving. “But really, it’s nothing to worry about”

You didn’t expect him to bring up the subject, but the fact that he does, gives you a little bit of reassurance that he is paying attention. However, this doesn’t mean that all of your worries are waved away. “Can you at least tell me what happened?”

He looks at you and grabs your hand. “She was my girlfriend for a couple of years. When I met her, she was a bartender in some pub. But she didn’t stay that way. I didn’t expect her not to change, but I could sense that a little taste of what money she could have, wasn’t a good influence on her.”

He doesn’t look at you anymore, but into his lap. “The last few months of us being together, she provided information towards someone who I have some bad blood with. The guy you met, Rumlow, was hired by that person to kill one of my most loyal informants. And he succeeded.”

You give his hand a little squeeze, making him look at you. His eyes are teary. “Oh my god, Steve. I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head lightly. “It has been more than a year, but this is something that I can’t shake off easily. It’s why I was so hesitant on bringing another woman into my life. It’s not just that one person who was killed, but in my mind I killed her future too. To have a normal, decent life. With a decent husband. And decent kids.”

“Oh Steve”, you try to sooth him, but he interrupts you.

“I need you to think hard”, he says, “if you want to continue what we’re doing right now. One date doesn’t mean a thing, we both know it. We can go back to just having sex, I’ll be okay with that if you decide to choose that. But I’d love to get to know you, and you to get to know me. But I need you to think really hard before you make a choice.”

There’s a few seconds of silence before you nod. It’s easy to romanticize dating a bad guy, while in reality it will put a target on your back. But the thing is, you have been over this a hundred times in your head. Every night you couldn’t close your eyes, your thoughts were too busy to weigh the pro’s and the cons.

The car pulls up to his apartment and he looks at you. “If you want, the driver can bring you home”, he suggests.

“I’m not dumb, you know”, you say. He looks at you somewhat baffled, maybe not expecting such an answer.

“Don’t you think I’ve been lying awake at night, thinking what I would get myself into. You’re mysterious as fuck, which can be exciting; but it’s also terrifying as hell. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t know why I keep doing it, but I do know that I’m somehow being pulled towards you. I know that I will regret not giving it a chance. So please, Steve, I know you needed to say what you just said, but also remember that I have thought about it. Hell, two times my finger hovered above your number to call off this date. But I couldn’t, I didn’t want to. I guess what I’m trying to say is… You’re stuck with me as long as you will have me.”

A little smile is now on his face. “I know you’re not dumb and what you just said made me even more sure of that.”

You give him a quick smile back before you get out of the car. He follows your example. When you’re out, you look at him over the car. “I just have one request: don’t get me killed.”

A low chuckle leaves his lips. “I’ll try my best.”

You walk around the car and grab his hand. It feels warm and safe. He guides you to the elevator.

The moment the elevator closes, he pushes you against the wall. “Now, can I fuck the living shit out of you?”

You reply by kissing him and pulling him closer by pulling his tie. When the elevator dings again, he pulls away and sweeps you up bridal style, making you giggle.

He throws you on bed,rips his tie off and climbs on top of you. You feel butterflies explode again in your stomach, making their way through your entire body. He looks at you like he is ready to devour you, which you are more than okay with.

Slowly, you undress each other. You unbutton his blouse, he then flips you over so you’re on top so he can zip your dress. You then stop kissing him and look at him with lust in your eyes. Your hands work on his belt and after on his button and zipper.

“Wanna have a taste, huh?”, he asks.

“Hmm, yes, I can’t wait”, you answer. He helps you with putting his trousers and underwear off. His cock is still a bit soft, but you can see that it’s starting to get harder. It just needs a little bit more attention, and you’re ready to enthusiastically give it your all.

You look up at him one last time before you focus on his cock. Even though it’s still a little soft, you take it in your mouth and suck it lightly. You can feel it growing, making you gain a little confidence in what you’re doing.

It takes less than a minute before it’s fully hard and you’re bobbing your head up and down, taking as much in as your body allows you. His hand is at the back of your scalp, caressing your hair as an encouragement to go on.

“Fuck babe, fucking take my cock”, he growls. You look at his face through your eyelashes, seeing his eyes shut and enjoying what your mouth is doing to him.

You decide to test your limits and push your head a little further down, but the gag reflex is making you retrait. It does, however, earn you a louder moan than usual, making you want to try again.

Once you catch your breath, you do the same again, but this time slowly taking him in deeper and deeper. It feels way more comfortable and you feel it’s actually going to work this time. His hand is starting to grasp your hair, tugging it.

“Fuck, taking it so deep”, he grunts. His hips slowly start to move. To keep yourself from gagging again, you stop moving your head and let him take over. He starts to thrust into your face, starting gently but getting rougher with every thrust.

He stops soon, sooner than you expected.

“Come here, baby”, he coos. He’s a little bit more gentle this time and you’re okay with that. Not every time has to be as rough as the other, sometimes a little bit of love making is just what you need, like now.

When you’re on top of him, you kiss him and start grinding, even though you’re still wearing your underwear. He grabs one of your boobs and starts to gently squeeze it. You’re feeling hot all over. The friction, compared with how much you’re into the moment, makes it possible for your orgasm to slowly build up. It actually kind of takes you off guard, making you stop the kiss.

“Something wrong?”, Steve asks. You shake your head and start kissing him again.

He nudges one of your legs with his, making it clear he wants to switch. And so, you lean on one leg, making it possible for him to take a turn and put you under him. He starts kissing you again. And now he is grinding up to you.

The orgasm starts to build again, embarrassingly fast. You start to buck your hips too, wanting more of the sensation you’re feeling.

“Does that feel good?”, Steve sighs. It’s as if he knows what you’re feeling right now. But you doubt he knows how good it really feels.

“Mhmm”, you manage to get out. The feeling is getting more and more intense, and you know you’re cumming soon.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, grinding you like he’s already in you.. Your panties are still on, utterly wet by now. If they were off, he could slip into you easily, you’re sure of it.

“Please don’t stop”, you moan, now really close to the edge. He puts his forehead against yours. His hand is in your neck, the other is holding him up.

Your orgasm hits you. A weave of pleasure is going through your body. He keeps grinding, making it feel so intense. A little ‘fuck’ leaves your lips. The sensation feels amazing, and it only came from grinding. Well, intense grinding.

When you feel it ebbing away, you smile and look at him. You contain a little laugh, realising what just happened. You just came intensely from him grinding you.

“What?”, he says, curiosity in his eyes.

“I… Well, I just came”, you snickered.

He looked at you for two seconds, before smiling too. “Really? So you say it’s that easy?”

You swat him lightly on his chest. “Now don’t get cocky on me, mister.”

He lets out a low laugh. “‘m just that good, huh?”

You push him and you roll over again, so you’re on top for the second time. “Like I can’t make you cum in less than half a minute.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think you can.”

Oh. Challenge accepted.

You make your way down again, going straight for your goal. You give him one little smirk, before you take his cock in your mouth again. One hand is on his balls, the other is on his cock, taking what your mouth can’t.

“Holy fuuuu-”, he moans. Your nails were digging lightly, but perfectly into his balls. You are sucking his cock like your life depends on it, your hand in perfect motion with your mouth.

“Holy shit babe, what the fuck”, he sighs. His hands are grabbing the bed sheets tightly, the muscles in his legs tensing under you.

“I’m not gonna cum, I’m not gonna cum”, he says silently to himself, while his body says something entirely different.

You don’t change your moves, but keep going exactly as you’re doing, knowing that you’ll have him cumming in a matter of seconds.

“I’m not- I’m not- oh fuck”, he sighs.

It’s your signal for knowing it’s coming, literally. A warm and salty taste fills your mouth and throat. You swallow as quickly as possible, not being very fond of the taste. Steve moans loudly, his body making small spasms every time another load comes in your mouth.

When you feel him relaxing slowly, you let go too. You look at him with a big smile on your face, he looks at you in awe. “What the fuck just happened?”

You chuckle and crawl beside him. “Let’s just say I know a trick or two.”

TAGS:

Two of the three men were already at the bottom of the harbor, the third was currently on the lowest floor. Most likely the traitor was bruised and beaten into cooperation, or so Steve hoped, he really didn't want to bruise his knuckles or ruin his new Armani shirt.

The few people milling about the lobby paid no attention to Steve as he strode past. He nodded at the security guard on duty before heading past the main elevators and towards a back hallway to a private lift. It was one of two elevators that reached  the lower levels, the other elevator was used by maintenance staff and regular employees to reach the underground parking (not the floors below said parking  that Steve was headed to now).

The doors to the elevator opened up after Steve input a 6-digit code, he stepped on pressing the corresponding level switch before clasping his hands in front of him. There was no music during his decent, no soothing calming or annoying music, just silence. The doors slowly parted, opening up to a metal gate, on the other side of which stood James Buchanan Barnes, "Bucky" as Steve knew him growing up. The sight of the slightly shorter dark-haired man made the mob boss grin slightly.

"So Buck, how's our friend?" Steve smirked walking alongside his right-hand.

Bucky smiles, it's almost sinister, "He's about ready to talk boss. Tony's waiting right outside for ya, wants you in the room for intimidation factor."

Steve nods, spying Tony up ahead. He gives the older man a nod, showing his respect with a hand on his chest reaching for the other man's hand. Tony smiles and returns the gesture, pulling Steve in for a quick familial hug and a pat on the back. They step apart after a moment, "You ready?" asks Tony, receiving a nod from Steve. 

The older man twists the handle and pushes the door open, the room behind it was rather large, deep and wide. A single bulb hung from an exposed wire, the only source of light in the room. The temperature was low, cold enough to make your fingers go numb and just cold enough to see your breath leave your lips. In the center, just below the exposed bulb was a chair, tied down to said chair was a man, blood running from his ear, nose and mouth, one eye swollen shut. Tony approached him slowly, circling around him, just on the edge of the light.

"Do you know why you're here, hmm?" Tony continued to circle the man, getting closer to him with each step.

"Let me tell you why," Tony stood behind him, grabbing his shoulders tightly, making the man wince. "You and your little friends tried to steal from us." Tony motioned to Steve and himself, the former staying just in the shadows.

"You tried to take 250 semi automatic weapons and sell them off, to who? And for what? You knew that if you got caught you'd end up dead... what's so important you'd risk your life? Or rather who?" Tony smacked the back of the man's head, pretending to have a moment of clarity, "Oh That's right! Your wife, Georgia... She's pregnant with your first kid right?"

The man tensed, "You wanted to get her away from all this right? Set her up somewhere you wouldn't be found?" Tony began to circle his chair again.

"You never would've been safe you know, we'd find you anywhere. We'll find her anywhere she goes." Steve smirked, Tony continued, "Who were your buyers?"

The man glanced up at Tony before he spat at him, right in his face. Tony wipes at his face, turning and nods to Steve, giving him the que to take over. Stepping forward slowly, Steve grins, making his way towards the chair. The man's eyes widen, fixed on the knife in Steve's hand. He squirms and yells out, no one moves or tries to intervene as Steve begins to slice into the man.

"Stop! Stop!! Please!" Tony doesn't listen, watches the man's face as he cries like a baby.

"He won't stop until you talk... Mr. Rogers here doesn't take too kindly to people who take his things," Steve smirks, moving to press his knife to the mans cheekbone, "... maybe after he's done we'll send your head to your lady" Tony chuckled watching the man go white as a sheet.

"Please, no, leave her out of this, I'll tell you anything!"

Steve glares at him, pressing hard with his knife, "Your buyers names, who put you up to this?"

"S Sitwell, his name's Jasper Sitwell!", that was all they needed to hear.

She hurried up the street, jacket half on and a granola bar hanging out of her mouth. Her alarm hadn't gone off, the power in her building had somehow gone out during the night causing the events leading up to now. She had overslept by a good half hour, she had skipped her shower and a real meal, having time to barley grab a snack for breakfast before running out the door 5 minutes late already.

Weaving and dodging through the crowds, she made her way down a back alley stopping at a door with a pass card sensor. She digs through her purse, grabbing her Stark Towers cleaning badge and swipes it, successfully walking into the building.

"Hey Y/N, you're wanted for a mess on level 26!", one of her coworkers calls out.

She groans, "I just walked in, I'm not even on the clock yet!"

"Yeah and the supervisor isn't happy about that. She said it's your punishment" Y/N sighs and nods punching in as she quickly scarfs down the rest of her breakfast and tosses her coat on the back of a chair. As you can probably guess by now, Y/N cleaned pretty much anything she was told to clean inside the tower. She was one of 3 cleaning ladies, besides her was Wanda Maximoff and Jessica Drew. The girls supervisor was one Felicia Hardy, who once was just a cleaning lady like the rest of them. Felicia had stabbed the trio in the back and thrown them under the bus for her mistake with their last supervisor, convincing the hiring staff that she was the most competent to take over the position. The maintenance team knows Felicia isn't meant to be where she is, the position should have been Jessica's, Felicia just knew how to brown nose better.

As they say, speak of the devil and she will appear, "Y/N, floor 26 now! Men's room on the south end had two urinals that went out of order!" Felicia snaps sauntering into the room. Besides ordering her around, the woman made her way to the coffee machine for a refill.

Y/N rolled her eyes and threw her (hair color) locks into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. She turned and made her way down the hall to the supply room bumping into Scott and Luis, the two maintenance men for the building, besides their supervisor Flash Thompson.

Luis waves and smiles, "Morning y/n, how was your weekend?"

Y/n smiled and gave him the rundown as she gathered her cleaning supplies, groceries, another failed date and a dozen texts from her ex trying to get back with her. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Man, he just won't leave you alone," Scott huffed, annoyed for her. "Well if you need anyone to help you get the guy off your tail, let me know. I'd gladly offer my services."

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, "Thanks Scott, but I can handle it. You guys already fix the busted urinals on 26?"

Luis nods and makes a fake retching noise, "It's only Monday and already some asshole decided to-"

She cuts him off, "I don't wanna know, all I need to know is that it's fixed so I can clean the floors. You left the Out of order sign up right?"

Luis smiles sheepishly and shakes his head no. The man was good at his job, he could fix pretty much everything well enough, his only problem was that he often forgot about the cleaning crew and forgets to mark the areas that need cleaning out of order so the regular staff don't go in. She sighs, shaking her head, oh Luis. She picks up her cleaning bucket and pushes the mop bucket towards the service elevator and waits quietly.

The elevator dings and opens up, allowing her to step inside. She presses the corresponding button and waits, mind wandering to lunch and what's close and cheap. The elevator dings again and she makes her way off. The rest of her day is just as boring, cleaning more bathrooms and a few meeting rooms. Finally the day comes to an end, she heads back to the maintenance break room, only to be stopped half way by Felicia.

"Oh, Y/n, great, glad I caught you. Mr. Stark called and needed someone to do a quick wipe down outside his office. Security had to get involved and well, Mr. Stark doesn't want blood stains on the carpet," Felicia smirks at her, "Besides, it's not like you have anywhere to be tonight, or any night."

Y/n frowns softly, nodding and averting her eyes. When the young woman wasn't working she was making art, drawings, pastel illustrations and paintings even. She loved art more than anything, it was her passion growing up, helped her forget the harsh environments she lived in. Currently she was building a portfolio to submit to a few lower end galleries, hoping to spread her name and gain some recognition. Now here she was, stuck at work cleaning up after millionaires and office snobs just to pay the rent, pushing her dreams to the back burner.

Her supplies gathered once more, she heads up to the top floor, anxiously. She had never gone up that high, never had she been asked to clean anywhere near Mr. Starks office, normally that was Jessica or Felicia who took care of that. The ding snapped her out of her train of thought as she stepped out onto the floor cautiously. Giving the hall a once over she headed towards Mr. Starks office, his personal assistant should still be there if there was a mess to clean. The woman she knew only by name, her name was Natasha Romanoff. Ms. Romanoff had a particularly sharp eye for details and a 'no half ass' policy when it came to anything. Y/n had only interacted with the woman once, and that was when Felicia threw them under the bus. Now here she was, leaning against her desk tapping away at her phone.

"Good, you're here. My desk needs a total wipe down and when Mr. Stark is done he'll need some clean up on the marble in front of his desk," Natasha explained without looking up once.

Y/n nodded, "Yes Ms. Romanoff, I'll get right on that."

And she did, doing a thorough cleaning of the sides of her desk and the top, making sure not to move any of her personal items and work around the woman herself. Once she was finished with the desk and the floor in front of the desk she stood still, waiting for the ok to head into the CEO's office. Natasha finally glanced up at her, eyeing her in a very unsettling way. Almost as if the woman was peering into the very depths of her mind.

"You can go in now." Natasha nodded to the door and stood opening it for her. Three men were still standing inside, but quiet. "Gentlemen, the cleaner is here"

His hand leaves your breast and slowly wanders lower, touching your belly, only making the tingle grow. You break eye-contact. This is uncharted territory for you. You never catch feelings. You close your eyes, trying to get back in the moment, trying to enjoy Steve’s touches.

He slips a finger between your folds, making you gasp. Your eyes shoot open again, looking directly into his eyes. He smirks, but his gaze never wanders.

He crooks his finger and finds your clit as if it’s the easiest job on earth. A quick moan leaves your mouth, your eyes close again to focus on the feeling. Shots of pleasure shoot through your body every time he makes a little circle.

“Steve…”, You sigh. “Please…”

“Please, what?”, he asks. Your eyes stay closed, but you can imagine his stern look on his face. Jaw clenched, eyebrows down, eyes dark.

“Please, make me cum”, you manage to get out.

“Already”, he smirks. “Aren’t you a greedy one?”

You weren’t even that close. You just couldn’t think straight anymore. The knot in your lower stomach was building, though. His finger leaves your clit and moves backward. Slowly he pushes it in and out.

“I want you to look at me, baby”, he huskily says. You obey and open your eyes. It was amazing how focused he was on making you feel this good.

A second finger now slowly pushes in, getting deeper and deeper. The deeper he goes, the louder your moans become. He crooks the two fingers slightly, hitting the right spot as if he always knew how to do it.

The knot that was first a little bubble, was rapidly building. How could he make you squirm in a matter of seconds?

“Does that feel good? Do my fingers make you feel good?” His thumb now covers over your clit, pressing it. It doesn’t give the same effect as his middle finger, but it does add to the feeling his fingers are giving you from the inside.

“Fuck yes”, you moan. “Please don’t stop, I swear to god.”

Your free hand shoots to his arm, encouraging not to stop. You know that your orgasm is close now.

“Oh, yes, baby, baby, baby”, you repeat quickly as you squeeze your eyes together.

“Look at me while you cum”, he orders.

You forcefully open your eyes, hoping it won’t ruin your fastly building orgasm. But, when you see his face, all you can do is let go of all your worries.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes”, you now lisp with your teeth clenched to each other. “Oh fuck, baby, gonna cum!”

He gives you an encouraging smile. “Cum all over my fingers, babygirl. I want you to cum. Cum for me, c’mon, cum for me.”

Your orgasm finally reaches you. Your eyes still locked with his, your mouth wide open but not a sound coming out of it. It must have been the most beautiful sight for Steve to see.

Your back arches against his chest, your legs weak but somehow still standing. There are waves of pleasure going through your entire body. Steve, however, is catching your every move.

“That’s my pretty girl, let it all out, fucking deserve it.” It makes you feel so safe to be this vulnerable, only adding to your already intense orgasm. His fingers are slowing down, trying not to overwhelm you with the intense feeling that comes after.

Your orgasm slowly passes and you come back to senses. His fingers move back up.

“Wanna taste yourself?”, he asks with a little smile on his face. You nod. This time, he takes peace with you not answering with words and puts his fingers in your mouth. Your lips close around them. Slowly, he pulls them out again, his eyes never leaving your lips.

He let his head down next to you on his pillow again. You look at him, but stay silent. For a second, you want to reload your energy, it’s what you needed after this intense moment.

A few seconds go by and you feel how you’re slowly ready to give the favor in return. You turn to the side, your hand now wandering his chest. It stays silent between the two of you, but eye contact remains. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but if he keeps staring at you like this, you might think that he will answer the feelings you’re starting to have.

Your hand is lowering until it reaches his already very hard cock. You wrap your hand around it and slowly start to go up and down. His eyes close. One of his hands is going under his head, the other one is squeezing your leg softly.

Small hums leave his lips. His eyebrows knit together, but the rest of his face is relaxed. Your hand is starting to pump faster, but still at an easy pace. There’s no rush this morning. His cock twitches in your hand a few times, implying that you’re doing a great job, even though it’s not that hard.

You let go of his cock and wander your hand lower, grabbing his balls softly. Steve moans softly. “That feels amazing.”

You play with them for a few seconds, grabbing them both softly and squeezing them very gently. You didn’t want to focus on them for too long, so you let go again, your hand back on his cock. This time, you speed up the tempo. You can feel how Steve is slowly starting to move more, sometimes even jerk up a bit.

“Fuck”, he sighs. “Wait, wait…”

You stop and look at him. He turns his head to you. “As much as I’d like to cum by your hand, I’d much rather cum in you.”

You nod, knowing that you on top is his favorite position. So you get yourself on top of him, his cock right beneath your pussy. You give him a quick smile, before looking down and using your hand to guide him into you.

Slowly you sink down on him. It never fails to give you that nice stretch again. A little sigh leaves both of you, before you start lifting yourself up again.

You set a slow pace, but quickly build up the speed. His hands fly to your hips, guiding you and helping you set a pace that he enjoys. His hips start moving too, meeting you halfway, giving you a little less work. Small moans start to leave you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful on top of me”, he sighs. “My fucking slut. Mine.”

The words encourage you to pick up the pace a little faster. In return he starts to moan out loud. “Yes, fuck me like that. Yes, yes.”

It’s all about his pleasure for you. You know you won’t cum like this, but that’s okay. You had your turn, now he has his. Steve, however, thinks differently. One of his hands leaves your hips and his thumb finds your clit.

You slap his hand away and put it back on your hips. “It’s your turn, not mine”, you say with a wink. He nods, something you didn’t expect. Normally he’s in charge so he decides what’s going to happen. Maybe he’s too horny to complain.

You take the pace down again, so you can concentrate on taking his cock all in and then almost all the way out. You make sure that your arms aren’t in the way to block the view for him. He looks at you and you bite your bottom lip softly.

When he looks down, you smile. He can’t seem to get his eyes away from it. “Oh my god”, is all he manages to say.

That’s when you pick up the pace again, still trying to get as much in and out of you as possible. It seems to work, as his moans are quickly growing louder, his eyes still focussed on where you two meet.

“Holy shit”, he sighs. “Keep going like that and I’m gonna cum-”

And so, you keep going like that, you even try to pick up the pace even more but you’re not sure if you’re actually doing so. His eyes now close, suggesting that his orgasm is building. His mouth is O-shaped and his hips stopped moving.

A slapping sound is filling the room, along with your soft moans. After a few seconds, grunts come out of Steve’s mouth. His nails dig in your hips and his legs stiffen. You quickly lower your pace, knowing that it could be too sensitive to move this quickly.

“Holy fuck.” His eyes are now on you. They’re blown out, full of pleasure. It’s one of the most amazing sights you’ve ever seen. And you somehow feel special, because you’re only one of the ‘few’ to see it.

When you notice he’s slowly getting back to reality, you sit down, with his cock still in you. He goes with both hands through his hair. “I don’t think I will ever get over how amazingly good you are.”

A satisfied smile appears on your face. It’s always nice to hear that your skills in bed are good, especially if a man like Steve says it. It feels like he isn’t easy to impress, but somehow you did.

You get yourself off him and let yourself fall back into the mattress. He scoots closer to you, putting a hand on your waist. “I want to ask you something.”

You nod, silently saying that he can ask you whatever he wants to ask you. He’s full of surprises, so you’re wondering what it could be.

“I never really do this kind of stuff, but you’re a smart and beautiful woman”, he starts, making you a bit more nervous. “Would you like to join a party tonight? Be on my side? Be my date, basically?”

A smile appears on your face and the tingle you felt in your belly grows. To be honest, you didn’t expect Steve to see you as dating material, it felt like he wasn’t that kind of guy.

“I’d love to!”, you cheer. “So… It’s an official date, right? Before we get things mixed up.”

“Yes”, Steve laughs. “An official date. The party starts at 8, so… be ready at 10.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to this fancy party”, Wanda calls from her bedroom. You roll your eyes.

“I didn’t say it was fancy”, you reply with a chuckle.

There were two dresses in your hand. A red one, made of silk which will accenturate your hips and show a bit of cleavage; and a white one, made of lace and showing a bit more skin.

“Wan! Which one should I wear?”, you call from your own bedroom. You hear some ruffling before she appears in your room.

“The red one, white is way too…. ‘I want to marry you as soon as possible’ kind of vibe”, she chuckles. You let out a laugh and nod your head in agreement. White might be a bit too much.

“And what about the make-up?”, you ask.

She looks you up and down and then the red dress. “Definitely a cat eye. Do you want me to help?”

You nod with big eyes, like a helpless puppy. Doing make-up was never your best quality, but Wanda was phenomenal at it. It’s not like you never wear it, it’s just that you never invested so much time in it to actually become good at it.

Wanda walks out of the room to get the make-up. In the meanwhile, you get yourself out of your jeans and shirt and in to the beautiful red dress.

When Wanda gets back, she has two big make-up boxes in her hand. “Lets get your ready for a party”, she giggles.

You take place in your chair and she gets another one from the kitchen to take place in.

“So, tell me”, you say as you wiggle your eyebrows. “How’s Maria doing?”

She smiles softly. “She’s good!”

That’s all you’re gonna get? Hell to the fucking no!

“How was your date? Did you go to the fountains?”, you ask curiously.

“Yeah we did. We talked for hours, didn’t even notice when it was midnight”, she says, finally giving you a bit more information. “We walked home around 1am, shared a kiss and then I went to bed.”

Wanda works on your make-up while you continue talking, about anything really. School, Maria, Steve, family, friends, work.

“So, can I expect you to be in class tomorrow by 9?”, she asks with a mischivious smile on her face. You playfully slap her shoulder.

“I’ll try to”, you grin.

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He squeezes your ass harshly, while he bites your lower lip. It’s amazing how turned on this man can get you in just a few seconds - even more than you were before. 

You undo his zipper too and pull his pants down and then check how hard he is for you. Turns out he’s already pretty hard; you can only imagine his underwear is very uncomfortable for him right now.

“Want me to suck your cock?”, you ask sultry as you watch him with hungry eyes. 

“Mm, yes babygirl”, he replies, releasing your ass immediately. It might be a bit fast, but you can’t waste any time in here. It won’t be long until other people would like to use the bathroom. 

You get on your knees and make sure that your cleavage is showing through the deep cut of the jacket. When you pull his underwear down, his cock springs out. God, you can’t believe this guy is so hung. Is there something that isn’t perfect about his body?

That question will have to wait for another time when you feel his right hand on the back of your head, suggesting for you to start. You first give his cock a lick from his shaft to the tip, swirling your tongue once around it. He groans lightly as he watches you. 

Slowly you take his cock into your mouth. Deeper and deeper with each trust you make, your lips firmly pressed on it. His fingers slightly grasp your hair. When you look up, you can see his lips in an ‘O’, his eyes drinking the sight of you taking his cock in. 

Taste of his precum slowly takes over in your mouth, his cock getting harder and more sensitive the more your lips stroke it. A little unplanned moan leaves your lips, vibration adding only more pleasure for Steve. Again you look up to him, and you can see how his pupils have turned darker; some kind of animalistic rage that was about to come out of him.

The tip of his cock is now in the back of your mouth. You’re letting yourself get used to his cock before you’re taking it into your throat. However - Steve is too impatient to wait. A second hand joins on your head, a groan comes out of his mouth. With a bit of force, he grabs your head tightly and pushes his cock further in. The first gag reflex shows itself right away.

He pulls himself out to let you breath for a literal second, before he gets his cock back in. The controlled and reserved Steve from the restaurant is gone, the beasty and wild Steve took over. This might sound insane, but you’re getting so turned on by how he manhandles you.

“Very good girl”, he hissed as he shoved his cock in and out of your mouth. A glucking sound is now echoing through the bathroom and your eyes are getting watery, while you still try and look at Steve. It seems like an impossible job, though, and so you close your eyes instead. 

He eases it a bit, giving your space to breath and to get yourself together again. Your nails were digged into his calves without you noticing, so you relaxed your fingers. He probably noticed how he went a little too hard for your body to handle. 

When he releases your head again, you pull his cock out of your mouth immediately and catch your breath again fully. 

“Are you okay, baby?”, he asks. You nod and get up op on your feet again.

“I like it how you use me”, you say with a coy smile, your hand again on his cock. One corner of his lips lift up, his eyes glister. You hope he gets the notion of you not minding him to throw you around.

“Then you’re in luck”, he says before he pushes you against the bathroom sink. “Because I’m about to use you like a little fucktoy.”

No one ever used that word on you. Hell, no one ever even said something close to it. It made you hot all over. It’s weird how you can turn from a confident woman to being all putty and submissive for him. 

He turns you around, his cock now grazing against your ass. His hand grabs your chin from behind and you look at him in the mirror.

“Keep watching”, he smirks. You nod excitedly. Have you ever seen yourself been fucked in the mirror? Definitely not like this, with a man like this.

His fingers slide over your pussy. It’s so wet, you almost feel embarrassed at how turned on you are. Slight moans leave your mouth as you lean your head against his chest. Still, you’re watching him and he watches you. It feels weirdly intense, even though you’re in a woman's bathroom of some restaurant.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, such a dirty girl”, he whispers in your ear as he slides two fingers in you with ease. The moans become a bit harder, but he shushes you softly. 

He pushes his fingers into you harshly once, before leaving your aching pussy and rubbing your clit for two seconds. Then he goes back to pushing his fingers into you with force, only to come back to your clit. This he keeps repeating, driving you crazy with lust. Something about this motion feels so incredibly good. 

Without warning, he slips a third finger into the motion. A hiss leaves you as you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation this movement gives you. 

A hand forms around your neck and squeezes it lightly, making you open your eyes again. “Keep watching for me.”

“Fuck me”, you whisper as you can feel yourself come closer to your orgasm.

“Beg me”, he answers. 

You look at him in the mirror, pleading eyes but still too stubborn to beg. His eyebrows knit together and he pushes his fingers in your pussy harshly again. But now, they stay there. You can feel them lightly crooking, hitting that spot. 

“I said, beg”, he roars, his voice low and stern. 

“Please”, you whisper, but clear your throat quickly.

“Please fuck me”, you now say more clearly and pleadingly. “Fuck me hard, please.”

You look at him with big puppy eyes. “I want to feel your cock so badly, please fuck me.”

As long as he’s not fucking you, you’ll beg for him to do so. You’ll keep saying things; hopefully the right things to make him go crazy. Would he like it if you called him ‘daddy’? Hm, maybe that’s for another time. 

“Please use me”, you now start, hoping the dirtier dirty talk will get him to fucking move, because all he’s been doing this entire time is smirking and cockily waiting for some more begging. “Fuck me however the fuck you want, I’m all yours. Just please, fuck me!”

“That’s more like it, babydoll”, he finally says. “As you wish.”

One hand pushes your back down, while the other slips between him and your. ass, guiding his cock to your dripping wet pussy. It slides in with ease. God, it feels great. Finally being filled up by him after waiting a long weekend. You’ve been using your vibrator, or maybe ‘abusing’ would be more fitting. Thinking about how his cock filled you up, wasn’t hard to orgasm to that fantasy.

But it feels even better than in your imagination. Last time you had sex, you were a bit intoxicated. But now you’re 100% sober and aware; and you also realise it feels bigger than you remembered it did. It stretches you, but not in a painful way, in a good way. 

He starts pushing, both of his hands now on your back to keep you low. You struggle to keep watching in the mirror, but you keep your head high and watch yourself before you watch him. He looks at you with animalistic eyes, before his eyes turn to your ass and where the two of you meet. He’s pumping harder and harder, you can’t keep silent anymore. Moans are flying over your lips. It’s like a motivation for him, every thrust gets harder. 

His shaft clashes to your ass. You put a hand on the mirror to keep yourself steady, your face now inches away from the glass. Even though you can’t look at him anymore, he doesn’t mind and you don’t either. It feels so fucking amazing, you don’t really care anymore on what you see or do, as long as this feeling sticks around.

“Fuck, babygirl, you feel so good”, he sighs. One hand grabs a hand full of hair and forces your head up again, the other hand smacks your ass one time before holding on to your hip. “I’m not going to last very long.”

“M-me neither”, you squirm. “Fucking me so good.”

“Yeah? You like it?”, he hisses. “Like having my cock in your pussy?” 

“Yes, god, yes.” The hand you placed on the mirror went from flat to a fist, showing him how you’re really close to your orgasm. You can feel it coming. “Please, don’t stop.”

“You gonna come for me?”, he grunts. “You gonna come like a good girl?”

“Fuck, yes Daddy!”

Oh shit. That’s not what i wante-

A big roar comes from behind you. Both his hand set on your hips, fucking your relentlessly. It’s like you unleashed something. Mother-fucking-yes.

Your whole body starts to tingle, knees are getting weak. The orgasm washes over you and you welcome it. You want to watch Steve, but you can’t get your head high enough. Moans leave your mouth, but you’re not sure how charming they are; but hell, you don’t really fucking care right now. 

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck”, you moan. 

Steve grabs your hair once again. “I’m gonna come-”

“Please, give me your cum”, you plead to help him to his orgasm. Should you say ‘Daddy’ again? That might actually be a bit too much.

“I want your cum”, you beg as you gain a bit of your strength again and watch him in the mirror. It’s a bit foggy, but you can still see him. “Give me your fucking cum.”

Your words sent him over the edge. His pace falters as he leans forward. A little smirk is on your face. It never fails to fill yourself with pride if you make a guy come for you. It gives you this sense of power; especially with a man like Steve. His hips stutter as he fills your pussy with his cum. 

His head lifts, almost like a sign that his orgasm is over. You smile at him through the mirror, he gives you a little smirk back. But he doesn’t leave. His cock is still in your pussy and he’s not making an attempt to get it out.

“I want you to be filled with my cum while we eat our dessert”, he says with a smug face.

“I thought I was dessert”, you comment quickly.

“Now don’t get bratty with me”, he says as he slaps your ass. He finally gets out of you. 

You both clean up pretty quickly, the only fixing was your hair. 

When you get back at the table, your face couldn’t turn more red when some waiter looks at you a bit confused. You just grabbed the menu in front of you, acting like you were way too busy reading whatever desserts they had to offer.

“Any dessert”, the waitress asks. 

Steve looks at you with a most innocent face. “We’ll have some tiramisu, two spoons please.”

It tasted deliciously, but Steve kept eyeing you, which in turn makes your cheeks turn bright red. Whenever you saw a lady walking to the bathroom, all you could think was what you just did in there. It can’t be possible to not notice the smell or the foggy mirror - with a handmark on it.

“It was a lovely evening”, you tell him as you get your coats - wait, no, he gets his coat. You were wearing yours the entire time. 

“Was?”, he says. “Did you think I was planning on bringing you home now? The evening is young, sweetheart.”

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The old buildings from Brooklyn quickly get replaced by the view of the skyline of Manhattan. The view always amazes you, but especially now - around sunset. All those towers can make any person feel small, but at the same time so powerful. It makes you feel like you have purpose in such a big world.

“Y’know, I was born in Flatbush”, Steve calls. You look at him. He’s from Brooklyn?

“And you left? Why?”, you ask curiously, without even thinking that he’s a potentially dangerous guy you don’t want to ask too many questions. 

“I don’t have anything to live for there”, he simply answers. You can feel he’s holding back, and him biting his upper lip betrays that even more. 

As we drive into Manhattan, he takes some turns, bringing you into China Town. You’re not sure why; but every time you’d enter China Town, you’d get this uneasy feeling. As if you were being watched, but at the same time not watched at all. Even though there wasn’t any reason at all that you’d have to feel that way, no one ever approached you or betrayed you.

Steve took a right turn at the traffic lights, taking the car to the unknown part of China Town - the part you never explored, even though you lived her for a couple of years now. Now you were starting to get really uncomfortable. 

Would he be active in human trafficking? 

Holy shit. That thought scared you. Even though you tried to shake it off, it stuck. Especially when he took another right, getting into a street that was almost dead - apart from some kind of club? 

He stopped right across the street from it, neonlights were flashing  in your eyes. You had to squint to read the sign. ‘Sexclub Spider’. No. This couldn’t- Steve wouldn’t-

Of course he would. Fuck, you’re such a stupid fucking girl to believe that he would take you to a fucking restaurant. You’re so naïve. Even though you felt like you were careful at the times you should be, you somehow decided to give the bad guy your weak spot.

“Here we are”, he smiles, unclicking his belt and opening his door. You look like a deer in headlights. You’re not sure if it’s better to cooperate or to struggle. Maybe if you do as they say, they’ll treat you nicely. But maybe if you put on a fight, you can get away. Run to freedom. Never get in a fucking car with a stranger again. 

A call of your name gets you out of your thoughts. “Are you getting out of the car?” A light chuckle in his voice as he leans down. You nod, too afraid to not do as he says. You open the door and get out, your brain foggy about what is happening.

“I normally come here alone, so I’m sorry if you get a few looks”, he says. You look at him, thoughts still a mile away - looking for a way out of this situation. The sentence doesn’t even fully comprehend in your head.

“Alone?”, you ask. 

“Yes, just like the coffeebar you work at, I’m a regular at Happy’s Place”, he says as he points to something behind you. “And, yeah, before you judge. I know the name is a bit ridiculous, but the food is amazing.”

Slowly you turn around, and a small dark but cosy restaurant comes in your view. There’s this small board with ‘Happy’s Place’ above the wooden windows. 

A sigh of relief leaves your mouth without you noticing it. Your shoulders relax again and your facial expression must have changed too. Again you face Steve, now with a little smile on your face.

“What?”, he asks, a bit dumbfounded. You know what, let’s be honest with him.

“Well, I, uhm”, you say, red slowly showing on your cheeks. “I thought…. Just look across the street.” 

He turns his head around for two seconds before turning it back to you. A big surprised smile is on his face, eyebrows up showing some wrinkles on his forehead. 

“You thought that I’d…? No, I don’t do that shit. Hell, even I have some decency and respect”, he snorts as he walks around the car and puts his hand on your lower back. It’s a sudden reminder for you that you’re not wearing anything but the jacket. 

“Sorry, that was rude of me to think”, you apologize, not wanting to be on the wrong page with him.

“Let’s just enjoy a good meal and get to know each other a little bit”, he says. You nod, and pull on the jacket; feeling a little bit uncomfortable again. 

The waitress was giving us a big smile when we walked in, I automatically smiled back politely and greeted her. 

“Can I take your jackets?”, she asks as she clasps her hands together softly. Your smile almost washes off your face, but you remember quickly enough to keep up your façade. 

Steve gives his leather jacket and then he watches you with the biggest mischievous smirk. “Aren’t you going to give your jacket?”

You clench your teeth together for a split second before shaking your head. “No thanks, I’m okay.”

The waitress leads you to your table. Even though the restaurant is fairly small, it doesn’t feel packed. It’s full, but not crowded. It has this warm family feeling, with several family portraits on the brick walls. Some red curtains and table drapes add to the atmosphere that’s already going on, and the people all seem to have a great time. It feels like one of those ‘almost-too-perfect’ places. 

“Thank you”, you say as Steve helps you get in your chair. Even though you could’ve easily done it yourself, it never fails to flatter you when a man acts like a true gentleman.

Steve wasn’t lying when he told you the food was delicious. You ordered some chicken breast with cheese stuffing, with fries and a salad on the side. Nothing out of the ordinary, but Steve told you that he didn’t need all the fancy stuff. 

It made him feel real, the stuff he did and told. How he took you to some normal restaurant in China Town, instead of trying to impress you with all the fancy restaurants he can afford. How he grew up in Brooklyn but left because he didn’t feel home there. 

“So, I can imagine you’re curious to my business”, he says as he eyes you. 

“Of course, but I don’t expect you to tell me a lot about it. It’s not very legal after all.” You try to get if he’s okay with it. But then again - he opened up the topic. “But, yes, I’m curious.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. I can’t tell a lot about it, but I can maybe feel you a bit at ease. It might help to know that I don’t human traffic - like I said earlier - but I also don’t deal drugs. I’m doing something not a lot of guys can do. In fact, I only have one big rival.”

“Rival? Like, another gang?”, you ask. You’re feeling less afraid now and dare to feel his boundaries.

“Exactly that. We’re not exactly on good terms. It’s actually a lot like every other business; the only difference is that our product is illegal and we use a little bit more violence.” He takes another bite from his beef, giving you time to ask another question.

“Like that guy that broke in last week”, you state.

“Like that guy that broke in last week”, he repeats to confirm your thoughts. 

“But how did you get into this?” You take a sip from your wine, not letting your eyes leave him. You’re way too invested in this conversation.

“That’s a story for me to know, and you to guess, sweetheart”, he says with a wink. You understand the notion of him giving the boundarie you were searching for and decide to be very respectful of it.

“Now that I’ve given you some, you gotta give me something back”, he smirks. “How did you come to live in Bushwick?”

“Well”, you say and clear your throat. “I decided it was time to go live on my own a few years ago. It was such a hell job to find an affordable apartment in New York, but I met Wanda through school and she was also looking for a room or apartment. We decided to look together and then we stumbled upon this little apartment. It’s small, but we’re glad we found something.”

He nods, listening to you as you tell. It’s a bit weird, but the dangerous man he is, is slowly getting to the background. He’s starting to become more of a normal person - maybe someone who could actually be a normal friend of yours.

“And that’s why you work at the café?”

“I need to pay the bills somehow. A lot of sparetime goes into that, to be honest, and a lot of that goes into my apartment. But as soon as I’m done with my study, I hope to find some job that makes life a bit easier”, you give him a little sad smile. 

“So I think now is the fair question to ask: do you really think it’s that weird for me to go illegal? To get myself a nice place in Manhattan, so I don’t have to worry about money.” He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t drink. He just looks at you with wonder on his face.

You’re quiet for a second, collecting your thoughts about that question. Now that you’re getting to know him a bit, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy at all. It kind of makes sense that he just wants money. But then again, there are other ways of getting that money. Maybe not as much, but that’s the price you pay for not ending up behind bars.

“I don’t know”, you say. “There’s always another path.”

“Right. The ‘rightful’ path? You think those politicians came to the top by playing it by the rules? You think Steve Jobs or Mark Zuckerburg got there by following the book? The most succesful people don’t follow the law; they just work in the gray areas. And it’s kind of what I do too; but it’s a bit more to the illegal side.” He takes the fry of his plate, looking at you with fire in his eyes. You’re not sure if it’s passion or anger.

It stays silent for a minute. You’re not sure if you believe what he just said, but you get his trail of thoughts. But you’re not sure if that’s the only thing that got him into that business, otherwise he would’ve told you when you asked the question.

“Now, how about we both slip to the bathroom and I’ll eat you as dessert?”, he smirks as he leans back in his chair. “Didn’t make you wear that jacket for nothin’, my dear.”

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You slumbed out of your class, eyes a little foggy from all the staring to the screen in front of you. The teacher had you noting everything he said on your computer. It couldn’t get any more boring than it already was - and that on a friday afternoon.

“What kind of dress are you looking for?”, you asked Wanda, trying to shake away the boring class. She hooked her arm into yours as you walked through the busy hallways of the school. You both didn’t care to look who was walking around, you just wanted to get out of here and into the city, focussing on way more exciting things.

“I think something laced. Black, maybe? Or would that be a bit too tame?”, she asks you.

“Depends on the dress”, you respond. “A little bit of lace, a shape that makes your figure look like candy and it can serve you well.”

The fresh air gives you new energy when you step outside. It’s pretty cold outside, but for February, it’s actually quite nice. 

A call of your name has you looking around. Some guy approaches you. Brown hair, little bit ruffled. You have never seen him in your life. “Steve sent me. He wanted me to give you this.”

A big grin on Wanda’s face, and you fake one too. It isn’t that you don’t like Steve, but at this moment you were a little bit terrified of what could be in the package. You want to , thank the guy, but he’s already walking down the stairs, acting like he never spoke to you.

“Open it, open it!”, Wanda squeals enthusiastically. 

Your heart could jump out of your chest when your hand moves to open the package. 

There’s a little note on top of it, almost flying out of the box as the wind waves lightly in the box. You grab it quickly and turn it around. 

Wear this and nothing else. 

Wanda giggles, you blush. A little paper still hides what exactly is in the box but Wanda’s patience is wearing thin and she gets rid of it as quickly as you can blink.

There’s a black jacket in it. On the inside a label saying ‘BALMAIN’.. Wait, that’s designer right? That’s a pretty well known brand. Not that you expected Steve to get you some cheap stuff, but designer? Did he really put that much money into you or did he send this to every other girl, asking it back after wearing it once? Ew, no, he didn’t do that. That’s disgusting.

“BALMAIN?”, Wanda gasps. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Where the hell did you find this guy- Don’t answer that.” 

“That’s pretty expensive, right?”, you ask. Her eyes turn big as she watches you.

“Yes, that’s fucking expensive”, she calls, still impressed by the gift in your hands. “And we’re not talking hundreds here, darling. We’re talking thousands. Two, maybe three.”

“Thousand?”

“Thousand!” She throws her hands in the air to give the words even more of a drama effect. 

You don’t know what to say. Or do. It’s kind of overwhelming, to be honest. You’ve met the guy not even 24 hours ago, and he already gave you the responsibility to decide a man's fate and now he gave you a jacket worth thousands. You have to admit that it creeps you out. Alarm bells are going off, warning you to cut him out of your life and find a good man. One that will swoon your parents and will probably be better for you than he’ll ever be. 

But you’re flattered at the same time. Why would someone like him - a man with charm, looks, grace, money and a lot of female attention - invest money in someone like you? You’re not special in any way. You’re as average as can be. You’re a communications student, living in some apartment with two other roommates because you can’t afford to rent one for your own. You have some kind of barista job in the weekends, trying to earn enough to pay for your rent, food and some fun activities. 

“Maybe we should drop this first”, you suggest, looking at the box in your hands. 

As you walk, Wanda starts talking about her night. “She was amazing”, she sighs. “I walked up to her and straight up told her how beautiful she looked. Later on she told me she liked that directness, that no one ever does that to her.”

You’re so happy for Wanda. She’s been crushing on this girl for a few weeks now, but never acted on it. Apparently everyone thought that the girl was pretty intimidating.

“Wait, what was her name again?”, you ask, interrupting her story.

“Maria”, she answers quickly before picking up her story again. “Anyway, we started dancing, but I wasn’t sure if she was into women. So I kept my distance, and so did she, so I got more and more insecure. I looked over at you and saw you chatting with some guy. When I looked back, I saw her checking me out. And I’m not talking about girl-ready-to-bitch kind of checking, but the lesbian kind of checking.”

You chuckle. Her stories were always this over the place - but it was fun to listen to. She always knew how to keep you interested, waiting eagerly on how the story is going to end. 

“So that kind of felt like my que. Wow, I say a lot of ‘kind of’, don’t I? Anyway, I moved a bit closer, gave her my famous flirty eyes.”

You walk over a crosswalk and turn right after, only two streets away from your apartment.

“Did you kiss?”, you ask, not being able to wait anymore. You need to know.

“Oh honey, we didn’t just kiss. We made out, we did the dirty, we went down town, we-” 

“Yeah, okay, I get it”, you laugh. She chuckles and pushes you lightly when you fake roll your eyes. 

“Will you see her again?” Her eyes glow up after you ask that question. She nods furiously as she grabs her phone, showing you a few messages. Excitedly, you squeal lightly. 

“Thank you a thousand times for joining me last night”, she sighed as she hooked her arm in yours once again. A content feeling settles in you as you walk further. A few seconds of silence between the two of you. Cars pass by, people sometimes almost bump in to you as you walk further down the street. 

“And your night had to be pretty exciting as well, right?”, Wanda breaks the silence, wiggling her eyebrows. You nod, a little smirk on your lips. 

“God, it was good”, you sigh. You tell your story shortly but swiftly, letting details pass and not mentioning what happened the morning after. 

“And more than a one night stand?”, she asks you as you stand in front of your apartment door. You give her a quick look before focussing on letting yourself in. 

“I’m not sure”, you say. “I think we just want to booty call each other. And apparently giving me gifts.”

You let yourself in your room and drop the box on your bed. Again you open it, this time taking the jacket out. It turns out to be longer than you thought. He was quite serious about not wearing anything else. The jacket is long enough for you to cover up everything you want to hide from the public. But it also shows enough to seduce him. And he knows that.

“Can you please stay another hour?” Your manager, Sarah, looks at you with her big puppy eyes. “Pretty, pretty please?”

A little smirk is on your face as you roll your eyes. “What would you do without me?”, you say as you put on the brown apron again, after taking it off just a minute ago. 

“I would be homeless and a failure. Thank you a thousand times!”, she cheers as she grabs your shoulder to give it a little squish. You smile and walk back into the little cosy cafe. It was pretty crowded, with a little line of five people waiting outside to get a free table. 

Slowly you check your half of the cafe, the front half. Your colleague, Brent, watches over the other half and Sarah is behind the bar making the best coffee of the city. She owns the cafe and made it a big success, promoting her selfmade cookies and waffles as her original trademark. And it works. Whenever it isn’t busy, you make small talk with the customers and they always tell you that they’ve heard from someone else that they had to try one of her delicious cookies. 

A man puts his hand in the air, making a little gesture to come over. You put on your smile and walk over. “How can I help you?”

“Why don’t you start by giving your number?”, he smirks. “And a cappuccino.”

Your hand balls into a fist, nails digging into your flesh as you watch his smug face. He watches you. Not even your face, but your body. He checks you out. 

“Sorry sir, we’re not allowed to give out personal information to our customers”, Brent hops in from behind you. You turn your back to the customer and mouth a little ‘thank you’ to him. 

You walk towards Sarah and ask her for the cappuccino the guy asked for. As much as you’d like to not serve him his coffee, you still had to be customer-friendly. 

“Why don’t we switch sides ‘til the d-bag over there leaves this place?”, Brent asks when he stands beside you before focussing on Sarah. “Oh and a latte plus a chocolate chip cookie for table fifteen.”

You nod, a little smile appearing on your face. You couldn’t be happier with your colleagues and your boss, they were all so attentive and supportive to each other. There was this atmosphere that made you enjoy the work you were doing. You’ve worked at other places where the ambience was a little bit different. 

The cappuccino appears on the counter, not a second later it’s in Brents hands and he walks towards the guy. It wasn’t the first time someone asked for your number - and you wouldn’t be annoyed if he asked about it nicely. But the arrogance on his face and his eyes on your boobs did not make a good first impression. 

“And the latte, cookie’s coming right up”, Sarah sighs as she put down the latte. You give her a quick smile. She grabs a small white plate and puts a napkin on it first before grabbing the wobbly cookie. 

See, the thing about Sarah’s cookies was that it wasn’t just your ordinary round cookie. It was a bit thicker, but still moist from the inside. It was a little bit warm, the chocolate was on the edge of melting, and the sugar wasn’t as overwhelming as most are. The moment you had your first cookie, you fell in love. You actually had to watch yourself to not overeat, restraining yourself to one cookie a week. 

As you walk to table fifteen, you take a quick look at it already. Just swiftly taking in the customer to decide what kind of small talk you can make. Most of the time you could see it in a splitsecond; some were here just to work, some were here for some social acts, and with some you had to guess.

But this one had you by surprise. He made your breath stuck in your throat. How in the living hell did he end up here? Did he stalk you?

“One latte and a chocolate chip”, you say nervously. With a little shake, you put down the latte. “I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

His blue eyes meet yours, making you hot all over. You’re not sure if it’s because of the nerves, because of the things he made you feel or because of the morning you’ve witnessed at his place. 

“It’s my regular. I didn’t expect you’d work here”, he countered. You give him a little smirk as you also put down the cookie. “Did Paul give you the package?”

“Yes, he did.” You didn’t know what else to say. To say it’s beautiful? That you like it? That you’ll wear it? That’d be cheesy.

“Good. I hope to see you in it tomorrow”, he smirks as he takes a sip from his latte.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t”, you tease as you turn around, moving your hips a little bit more as you walk to your next customer.

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