#panic oneshot

Dating Dodge and working at the same job certainly wasn’t for the weak.

You’d started working at the Dot’s diner as a summer job, something to keep you out of the mess that was your house. Earning money made you feel secure about yourself, even if you didn’t make that much.

Dodge did it all. He served, cooked and cleaned. So when you came in for an interview he could finally let out a breath of relief. The manager hired you in a heartbeat, she could tell that Dodge couldn’t possibly handle everything by himself. He was glad you could help him out.

He didn’t plan to fall in love with you in the process.

It all started very quietly and shy. That’s how it was with Dodge, he always kept to himself. You were a reserved person too so you appreciated his behavior towards you.

He started by making you coffee whenever you had your morning shift, or by stealing some food for you even if you had made it abundantly clear that you had already eaten.

After months of pining and teetering teasing you both finally gave in. Your first kiss happened in the back of the diner while you were both having your smoke break. It was sweet and tender, you can still recall the smokey taste of his tongue twirling with yours while you gripped tightly on his apron.

After that the situation went out of control.

Smoking breaks turned into sex breaks. Wherever you could find some privacy, you’d go at it until you had to go back to work. Adjusting your hair and clothes as you didn’t have Dodge’s cum dripping from your hole at every step you took.

Dodge was a reserved person it’s true, but during sex he seemed like a totally different person. The way he had control and manhandled you as he wanted turned you on more than it should.

Your few co-workers were tired of the constant PDA but you couldn’t help it, every time you were close your hands burned and ached to touch each other. You hoped that the manager hadn’t caught up on that because one of you (or both) could seriously get in trouble and you didn’t want that,especially for Dodge.

Dodge needed his job, he had to work to help out his mom and sister bring some food to the table. You on the other hand were only doing it to get out of the house more, your family was stable financially but you wanted to feel more independent. Plus it kept you out of the constant arguments your parents involved you in.

Working with Dodge was a breath of fresh air. It was tiring, very tiring, but somehow the burn of your feet seemed to dissipate whenever he glanced at you with a smile, or when he’d signal you to sneak outside to kiss your tiredness away.

It was almost perfect, almost.

Dodge was a looker, you knew that. The majority of your costumers were girls trying to get his attention. Short skirts and deep cut shirts flooded your nightmares. They all bought his mysterious loner guy act and he never did anything to clear that title up, you guess he enjoys it.

Most of the girls begging for Dodge’s attention don’t know about you, none of them think a guy like him could be taken,so every single one of them tries to shoot their shot. He is way too nice in declining so they keep coming back.

It’s not like your relationship is a secret, everyone in the diner knows about you two and you make it abundantly clear to let those girls know too,whether it’s by squeezing his side or by hugging him from behind. They simply don’t seem to get the fucking hint.

Your co-workers always tell you when something’s up with Dodge and some girls who won’t leave me alone. Today is one of those days.

Dodge’s taking an order from this red head who won’t stop flattering her eyelashes and touch his arm. She laughs at every word he says and you can feel rage boiling in your stomach as you watch their interaction behind the counter. You torture your bottom lip with your teeth when he comes back with the order.

He talks to you but you can’t hear, you still stare at her like your eyes could burn a spot on her head.

“Y/n? Baby?!” you blink a few times when he waves a hand in front of your face, confused of your behavior “Yes?”

“I said we need to get started on the order for table 4” he repeats putting his pen away in the pocket of his apron “Is that the redhead’s table?” you nudge at her “The-“ he looks at where your attention is fixed on “Yeah, that’s the one”

“You can get her order ready yourself since she enjoys talking to you so much” you cross your arms under your chest as you keep looking at the back of her head, rage fueling your veins. Yes you were being a brat but you couldn’t help it. When it came to Dodge you simply couldn’t control yourself.

You’re jealous of how good she looks under the diner’s lights, when you’re covered in stains and probably smell like stir fry.

Dodge looks at you, the hint of a grin almost spreading on his face “Baby it’s my job to talk to costumers” he’s already having fun watching how jealous you get, which of course makes you even more enraged.

“You think this is funny?” you tilt your head and your ponytail swings with your movement. He bites back a smile and shakes his head “No ma’m. Just doing my job”

“She’s flirting with you…is that also your job?”

Dodge lets a laugh escape his mouth and you glare at him. He coughs and straightens his back “She- I wasn’t”

“Storage room, now” you tell him turning away and walking towards the locked storage room. It’s not time for your break but today’s pretty slow in the diner except for that girl getting in your way and some usual costumers.

Dodge gulps down and looks around him before following closely behind you. You unlock the door and you both get inside. Dodge locks the door behind him before turning to you “Baby we’re not on break we could get in trouble” he walks towards you, the way he backs you to the desk shows no intention of actually going back to work.

“You’re already in trouble” you point out and he smirks “Oh am i now? What exactly did i do to get myself in it huh?” he grabs your chin and tilts your head up staring hungrily into your eyes.

“You’re so fucking oblivious when girls try to flirt with you” you scoff. He bites his lip and hums “I’m oblivious because i don’t care… i only have you in my mind” he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth but you don’t let his words charm your head.

“You’re telling me you don’t ever think about reciprocating?” you ask tilting your head, your quick glance to his lips weakens you for a moment. He immediately shakes his head, pressing his body into yours and holding your hips firmly.

He lowers down his head to your neck, nipping at the soft skin below your ear that makes you squeeze a portion of his large bicep with your hand. He is not getting out of this so easily.

You try to back away but he hovers above you in a way that’s impossible for you to break free. His large hands keep you in place as you squirm “What are you doing?” he asks huffing a laugh and backing away so slightly to look at you.

“I’m still mad” he brushes his thumbs on both of your sides,making you shiver. You hate how your body betrays you so quickly when it comes to him “Let me make it up to you,okay?” his voice is low, almost a whisper as he keeps looking at you with that look you know far too well.

Dodge kneels between your legs, resting his head on your womb as he circles his arms around you. Then he looks up at you from there, his eyes glossy, his lips slightly parted “Sit on the desk” you’re way to mesmerized by how hot and submissive he looks to talk back right now, so you sit on the edge of the desk, your legs automatically spreading to invite him in.

He touches both of your covered thighs with his palms, shifting up and down soothingly until they stop to unbutton your jeans. He slides them down with your help. You can’t believe you’re giving in to his praises.

Or maybe this will help you shake off the nerves crippling on your skin, maybe you should keep advantage of this.

You untie your apron and throw it away in a corner of the room. Dodge’s fingers ghost above the fabric of your panties. He breathes in your scent before sliding them to the side to see you, glistened and swollen.

Your hand goes into his hair, gripping it and pulling him closer as your breath gets heavier and heavier. He teases your folds with his tongue and you whine “Really? Are you trying to make me more mad?”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in your insides “I wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart” he flaps his tongue on you, licking a long stripe that makes you shiver. You keep his head steady by his hair as he sucks on your clit, eyes closed and lost in the motion. The moans that escape you are so sweet they make Dodge’s hips buckle against your leg.

Dodge looks up at you to se your face, your cheeks are starting to tint and your lip is trapped between your teeth. He smiles at the sight and he can’t help but grind again against your leg. You can feel his erection brushing against you and you take advantage of it, moving your leg against him.

He moans while he eats you out, desperately rocking his hips against your leg like a dog in heat. His tongue enters your hole and you gasp as it hits all the right spots that make you squirm. He holds your thighs, spreading you open as he keeps humping your leg shamelessly.

Dodge keeps thrusting his tongue into you and you start to clench around it, the sensation almost too much to keep your orgasm from clashing over you. He starts to pant, you hear it and his tongue gets more sloppy. He’s close, you can tell “You taste so good” he whines “So perfect for me”.

You can’t stop the whimpers coming out of your mouth and you start riding his tongue reaching your release in no time. Your orgasm coats his face and he licks you through it until you stop shaking. His hips continue to buckle up against your leg and he starts to moan louder, his chest moving heavily as you look down at him. The friction almost unbearable to him.

It turns you on how desperate for your touch he looks right now “Are you close?” you ask, he nods eagerly. You lean in and kiss his swollen lips, tasting your release on his tongue. He kisses you back and holds tightly on your leg. When he starts to gasp, you know he’s close so you decide to pull your leg away, robbing him of his orgasm.

Dodge looks at you in shock, frustrated with you “What? Baby please i’m- i’m so close” he whines trying to reach you. You shift away knowing that if he catches you there’s no way you can escape him again.

“You’ll never learn your lesson if i go easy on you” you tell him putting your jeans back on “But- i can’t go back to work with a hard on! Baby please i’ll be good i promise!” he walks towards you on his knees, begging you to touch him “That’s not my problem” you take your apron back from the floor and tie it back on. He stares at you from where he’s kneeling, trying to win you over again with his puppy eyes.

You look down at him “Get up” he quickly does so, his hands finding your hips immediately. His jeans are visibly tented and you laugh “You’re lucky we have to wear aprons” he groans leaning his head against your shoulder.

After yesterday’s events Dodge promised he’s going to try and be more aware of how he acts towards costumers (girls) to not upset you again. The remainders of that day were fresh in his mind, when he had to go to the bathroom to get rid of his painful erection. He thought about how hot you looked when you were mad and that easily got him to finish pretty quickly.

The day after he picks you up with his car to drive the both of you to work “Hey gorgeous” he kisses your cheek when you sit on the passenger seat, you cross your legs and arms “Morning” you say still not giving in, it’s not like you were going to keep being mad but you thought he had to earn his forgiveness somehow.

“You can’t keep being mad at me” he says turning on the engine and driving away “I’m not” you shrug looking out the window “Right” he grips on the steering wheel tightly. The rest of the short drive is quiet, the tension palpable between you two.

You grab a hand mirror from your bag to put a shiny lipgloss on. Dodge’s attention shifts to you and the road as he watches your pouted lips.

He swallows a groan and parks the car in front of the diner “There’s a line already?” you complain while the two of you get out of the car, Dodge twirls the car keys on his fingers and you can’t actually stand how good he looks. You physically drag your feet to the entrance, Dodge keeps the door open for you with his hand. You walk right under his arm and you can smell the cologne you bought him for Christmas.

“Thanks” you say looking up at him “No problem”

After that you basically don’t interact all day, today’s a friday which means you’re too busy to even say more than two words to each other for the rest of the day.

You take orders, clean and serve the dishes as costumers keep coming in and out of the diner. You can’t even pay attention if Dodge actually keeps his promise by dismissing any girl who tries to flirt with him. You wish you could. Just to see the look on their faces when he turns them down one by one. The thought alone makes your tummy rumble.

The staff shortens by the hour and tasks add up to you and Dodge’s workload. Your feet burn and your back hurts and you haven’t had not even half a bite to eat. Dodge can see the exhaustion in every single one of your movements and he wishes he could do something about it.

He struggles to focus on anything else other than you.

Hours pass and only a few costumers are left. The ringing of the bell distracts you from watching Dodge in the kitchen, you’ve always found it attractive when he cocked. You shift your attention to the costumer asking for you. It’s a guy, you think he’s about your age but you’ve never see him around.

He flashes you a bright smile and leans on the opposite side of the counter from you “Hey… are you busy right now?” he asks sending a look back to his group of obnoxiously loud friends. You look at him unbothered and tiredly speak up “Can you not see i work here or the apron’s not enough for you to understand?”

The guys barks out a laugh “Feisty huh? Just my type” you’re weirdly flattered since you’ve been in this clothes since this morning and your hair is probably a mess right now. Unfortunately for the guy still staring at you, Dodge hears it all from the kitchen. He even burns himself on the pan before he decides to storm out the room and take the matter into his hands.

Right when you’re about to reply to that guy’s comment Dodge reaches you behind the counter in long strides, his hand flying to the small of your back “She’s busy” he holds you close his side, you look up at him and hide a laugh, all the tiredness for this never ending day washed away.

“Busy? She wasn’t doing anything” the guy blinks a few times, clearly not getting the hint. You let yourself laugh this time and hide it on Dodge’s shoulder. His grip on you firm, his jaw locked and his eyes serious. You’d be scared if you didn’t know him.

“She’s busy with me, piss off” you bite on your bottom lip and straighten your back, offering a lopsided smile to the oblivious guy on the opposite side of the counter “Wow this is how you treat your costumers?” he huffs.

“If the costumer hits on my girlfriend then hell yeah. I should kick your ass” you pull on his shirt and shake your head “It’s enough” he looks down at you, his brows scrunched together “I haven’t even started” his lips curl into a smug smile and you roll your eyes grabbing him away by his hand.

Dodge follows you, wrapping his hand firmly around yours. You lead the way to the storage room, once again.

Once you’re inside he smirks and backs you to the door, his hand rests on your cheek “You can’t harass costumers like that” you scold him “I can if they’re flirting with you” his thumb brushes your bottom lip and your breath shudders, your heart racing.

“Now- now you know how i feel every day” you lift your chin up and he laughs “You mean when you denied my orgasm yesterday? Cute” he licks his lips and takes a hold of your chin “I should do the same to you right now” his voice is low and challenging, your thighs squeeze together with anticipation “Too bad i’m not as cruel as you” he tilts his head and you scoff and try to look away but his hold on you his too firm “You deserved it”.

“I didn’t even do anything” you roll your eyes “Keep telling yourself that” he smiles “You’re so hot when you get jealous… I jerked off in the bathroom thinking about it just yesterday” he confesses trailing your face with kisses. You swallow heavily and your face heats up.

“You get off on me being distressed?” he leans away and actually laughs at that “I told you all i want is you. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe me” Dodge’s thumb traces your lips. You look up at him and he stares back at you, the hint of a grin still playing on his lips “Prove it” you mutter.

In a matter of seconds Dodge picks you up in his arms, backing you against the door. You gasp in surprise and hold onto the back of his head, pulling him closer. He catches your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue finds yours and they tangle together. He explores your mouth vigorously, letting out small sounds of relief against your lips. His lips trail your throat, kissing, biting and bruising your neck. You pull his hair and moans leave your lips.

“I should fuck you hard against this door…make you remember who you belong to huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asks squeezing your ass against his hands “Yes Dodge- please i need you” Dodge groans against your neck, he can already feel himself leak in his underwear as he drops you down and spins you around.

He bends you over, taking in the nice view of your ass. He unties your apron and cups his hand against your jeans. You look back at him as he does so. You unbutton your trousers and he pulls them down your legs “God baby you look so good bended over just for me” he praises pressing his clothed erection on your ass. He looks down to your panties and notices the wet patch on them, he grins while he slides them off.

“Baby…fuck you’re dripping. This is all for me?” he blows some air in your folds and you shiver, legs trembling as he takes his own clothes off.

You back your hips against him at the sight, any restraint thrown away the minute you stepped into the storage room. Dodge lines himself up with your entrance, waiting for you to consent. You nod and push your hips back to him, he chuckles at your impatience and his length disappears into your heat. He lets out a loud groan watching how his cock enters your tight pussy.

“God baby you never seem to stretch out…you’re always so perfect for my dick” he fucks you hard and fast, hips slapping against each other, the noise filling the quiet room. You hold onto the door since every thrust almost sweeps you off your feet. The hold Dodge has on your hips is bruising, he angles you with ease, knowing exactly how to hit the right spots that make your cry out.

The tip of his dick hits your cervix repeatedly enough to leave a bruise “Dodge” you whimper his name and that only makes him go faster than he can, pounding into you with fervor.

“That’s it baby… i know you can take it” you clench at his words, squeezing his dick so tight he has to slow down to control himself from spilling it all inside you “Fuck” he mutters under his breath.

He wraps his arm around your stomach to pull you to his chest as Dodge keeps fucking you stupid while you rest your back against him. Your legs tremble and you’re a mess, words slurred and moans cried out. You’re sure your mascara is streaming down your cheeks “Oh my god Dodge…” your pussy tightens around him and your nails sink in the skin of his neck while he curses out.

“Damn it baby stop that… i’m gonna-“ he’s caught off by another squeeze of your cunt which makes his eyes almost roll to the back of his head as he tries to hold you back against him and thrust upwards into you “Please baby fill me up i want to feel your cum” your words are enough to send him over the edge.

His cock spills inside of you, steamy ropes of cum filling your insides as he comes panting heavily on your shoulder. Your legs tremble, barely holding yourself up by now. Dodge’s grip on you keeps being firm while he tries to steady his breath. You trail his jaw with kisses and he whines at your touch, his dick throbbing in your heat.

“Am i forgiven from not letting you cum yesterday?” you ask him,turning your head to get a look at him. His forehead is glistened with sweat and his hair is messily spread over it. Dodge huffs a laugh “I haven’t even started”.