Sex Buddies..
Sana X Male Reader
The neon sign outside pulsed in rhythmic intervals, casting fractured red light across the wet pavement. Sana pushed through the heavy door of the strip bar, her heels clicking against the floor with a staccato urgency that matched the pounding in her chest. The gold dress she wore clung to her curves with possessive intent, the fabric riding up her thighs with every step she took, exposing more skin than she normally would have allowed. But tonight was not a night for caution. Tonight was a night for oblivion.
She spotted an empty stool at the bar and claimed it with the desperation of a shipwreck survivor reaching shore. The bartender approached, his eyes lingering on the way her dress had bunched around her hips, and she ordered tequila shots with a voice that brooked no argument. Five of them. Line them up.
The alcohol burned in her throat, but it was a welcome distraction from the hollow ache where her heart used to be. Three years. Three years of her life spent with a man who could not decide what he wanted for dinner, let alone what he wanted from life. The breakup had been inevitable, but that did not make the aftermath any less devastating. She reached for her fourth shot, her fingers trembling slightly, and that was when she felt the weight of someone watching her.
Mark had been nursing a whiskey when she walked in, drawn immediately by the flash of gold and the sway of her hips. She sat two stools down from him, close enough that he could smell her perfume, something dark and floral that seemed out of place in this den of cheap bourbon and cigarette smoke. He watched her throw back shot after shot with a mixture of concern and fascination. When she reached for the fifth glass, he could not help himself.
"Rough night?" he asked, sliding onto the stool beside her.
Sana turned her head slowly, her eyes narrowing as they took in the stranger. He was handsome in a way that annoyed her right now, all sharp jawlines and easy confidence. "So?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Get off me."
Mark raised his hands in surrender, confusion knitting his brows together. "I was just-"
But Sana was already reaching into her clutch, her phone vibrating against her palm. She slid off the stool with unsteady grace, the hem of her dress rising dangerously high as she stumbled toward the exit. Mark watched her through the glass door, watched the way her body language shifted from defensive to explosive. Even through the barrier of glass and distance, he could see the anger radiating off her in waves. Her free hand gestured wildly, her mouth forming words that needed no translation. She was cursing someone out with the kind of creative profanity that only came from deep betrayal.
When she returned, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright with unshed tears that she refused to let fall. Without a word, she grabbed the remaining shots on the table, two that she had not touched and three fresh ones the bartender had left, and drank them in rapid succession. The liquid disappeared down her throat like water into desert sand.
"Painful breakup, huh?" Mark ventured, unable to stop himself.
Sana's head whipped around, her dark eyes flashing with dangerous intensity. "Didn't I say you to mind your fucking business?"
Mark held her gaze, refusing to flinch. "Woah," he said softly. "Was it that painful?"
Something in his tone made her pause. Not pity, exactly. Something more curious, more genuine. She sighed, the sound escaping her like a balloon losing air, and reached for another shot that had materialized before her. She turned sideways on her stool, presenting him with her profile, the elegant line of her neck exposed where her hair had fallen forward.
"Why do you all the men fantasise showing pity to women in break up?" she asked, her voice bitter.
Mark swirled his whiskey, considering his answer carefully. "I don't think so," he said finally. "I think it's the other way round."
"She," she corrected automatically, then caught herself. "Yes, I broke up. I just got rid of that asshole." The words came faster now, fueled by alcohol and the need to purge. "You want to know what he was like? Rude. Indecisive. He acts like a girl, always asking her what to do. Should I wear this? Should I eat that? Three years of being his mother, his therapist, his life coach." She laughed, a harsh sound without humor. "And the sex? Forget about it. He couldn't find my clit with a map and a flashlight."
Mark nodded along, making sympathetic noises in his throat.
Sana's eyes snapped to him. "What are you nodding about?" she demanded.
He froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. "I... I was just..."
"Just nothing," she muttered, reaching for the bottle of tequila and pouring herself another shot. The alcohol was hitting her now, warming her blood and loosening her inhibitions. She looked at Mark, really looked at him, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the strength in his hands wrapped around his glass. "Don't I look hot to you?" she asked, the question sounding more like an accusation.
Mark's eyes widened slightly, his gaze traveling over her body with appreciative honesty. "You absolutely do," he said.
"But that bastard will not get any fucking hints I give during our dates," she continued, her voice rising. "Ugh, I wanna bite his dick and pull it away."
Mark recoiled slightly, his face twisting in mock horror. "Ewww, gross."
Sana sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, I was saying it as a reference."
"Even still," Mark insisted, shaking his head. "It's gross. Eww."
She laughed then, a genuine sound that transformed her face from angry to radiant. "What am I even doing?" she asked, more to herself than to him. "Saying all of this to a random stranger."
Mark shrugged, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Well, you should because I'm a stranger," he pointed out. "You wouldn't say these to your people?"
Sana turned her head away, staring into the mirror behind the bar where their reflections sat side by side. "I have no one," she said quietly. "All my friends were his friends first. I moved to this city for him. Gave up everything for him. And now..." She trailed off, her shoulders sagging.
Mark reached out, his hand hovering over hers before gently covering her fingers. "Well, you have me then," he said.
Sana laughed again, but this time it was tinged with disbelief. "Lol, what are you even on about?" she asked, turning to face him fully. The movement caused her dress to ride up even higher, exposing the lace tops of her stockings. "Hitting me when I just broke up with my boyfriend?"
Mark leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a register that vibrated against her skin. "Well, not hitting," he corrected. "But I would rather wanna help you spend the night with me together."
The words hung between them, heavy with possibility. Sana's eyes narrowed, her head tilting as she assessed him. "Do I look like a slut?" she asked, her voice dangerous.
"No," Mark said immediately. "You just look like you're craving for sex right now."
"I'm not," she insisted.
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
They went back and forth, the argument becoming a rhythm, a dance of denial and assertion that neither was willing to end. The tension between them thickened with every exchange, the air growing heavy with unspoken desire. Sana could feel it in her chest, the rapid beating of her heart that had nothing to do with the tequila. She could feel it in the heat pooling between her legs, the way her skin felt too tight for her body.
The scene cut abruptly, reality shifting like a film changing reels.
Sana found herself pinned against the cool tile of the washroom wall, her back arching as Mark's mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was intense, desperate, a collision of teeth and tongue that left her breathless. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, pulling at her dress until the fabric bunched around her waist. She felt his fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs until they pooled around her ankles.
"Step out," he commanded, his voice rough.
She obeyed, kicking the lace aside as he spun her around. Her hands flattened against the wall, her cheek pressed to the cool surface as he pulled her skirt up, exposing her ass to the air. The cool air hit her sex, making her gasp, making her aware of how wet she already was, how ready.
Mark did not hesitate. His palm came down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. She yelped, more in surprise than pain, and then moaned as he spanked her again, and again, each strike sending waves of heat radiating through her body. Her skin burned, the sensation mingling with the alcohol in her veins until she was dizzy with it.
Then he was behind her, his pants undone, his cock hard and hot against her thigh. He entered her in one swift thrust, filling her completely, stretching her around him. Sana cried out, her fingers scrabbling against the tile for purchase as he began to move. His thrusts were hard, punishing, exactly what she needed. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the small room, obscene and perfect.
After what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, Mark pulled out, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her up. He set her on the sink table, the porcelain cold against her heated skin, and entered her again while his mouth found her neck. His tongue traced patterns against her pulse point, licking and sucking as he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her head falling back against the mirror with a thunk.
It was common in that bar to find people doing sex in washrooms and vip rooms. The establishment had long ago stopped pretending to be anything other than what it was, a place where inhibitions came to die. But it was also common for others to join the sex and make it a gangbang and group sex.
Which was exactly what happened.
The door swung open, and a man entered, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a predatory smile that should have warned them away. Instead, he approached Sana, his hand reaching out to touch her face, and before Mark could stop him, he leaned in and kissed her.
Sana's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding to the unexpected stimulation even as her mind screamed protest. The stranger's tongue invaded her mouth, tasting of cigarettes and whiskey, while Mark continued to pound into her from below, his teeth grazing her neck.
Mark reacted instantly. He pushed the man back with a force that sent him stumbling, his eyes flashing with possessive fury. "Get the fuck away from her," he growled, the sound animalistic and raw.
Sana blinked, dazed and confused, her lips swollen from two different kisses. Mark pulled out of her, his hands gentle but firm as he helped her adjust her dress. She swayed on her feet, her legs trembling, her mind foggy with lust and alcohol. The stranger raised his hands in surrender, a smirk playing on his lips as he backed toward the door.
Mark did not give him a second glance. He took Sana's hand, his grip tight and reassuring, and led her out of the bathroom. They moved through the bar, past the curious eyes of other patrons, toward a door marked VIP. He punched in a code, the door clicking open, and pulled her inside.
The VIP room was dimly lit, all velvet and shadows, with a large bed dominating the center of the space. Mark shut the door behind them, the lock engaging with a decisive click. He turned to Sana, his expression fierce and focused.
"You only belong to me," he said, his voice low and intense.
He moved toward her with the grace of a predator, backing her against the wall until she had nowhere to go. His hands found the straps of her dress, pulling them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet until she stood before him in only her bra, with nothing below her waist, bare and naked. Her pussy was exposed and wet, glistening in the low light, the evidence of her arousal impossible to hide.
Mark kissed her intensely, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that left her breathless. While his tongue explored her mouth, his hands worked at his own pants, pushing them down until his cock sprang free, hard and heavy against her stomach. Then his hands moved to her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease, pulling it away until her breasts were bare to his gaze.
He swung her around again, pressing her chest against the wall, his cock hard against her ass. His mouth found her neck, licking and sucking with desperate intensity, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He came near her ear, his breath hot against her lobe.
"It's gonna be a memorable night," he whispered, the promise sending shivers down her spine.
Sana was flustered, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She got spun around again, the world tilting as he lifted her up, his hands under her thighs, and carried her to the bed. He set her down gently, the mattress soft beneath her, and she immediately spread her legs wide, opening herself to him completely.
She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted seductively, an invitation he could not refuse. Mark climbed onto the bed, his body covering hers, and began to kiss his way up her legs. His lips traced a path from her ankle to her calf, to the inside of her knee, to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He paused at her pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her, and she arched her back off the bed, a cry escaping her lips.
He licked her with slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue finding her clit and circling it until she was writhing beneath him. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her hips bucking against his mouth as he brought her to the edge and then backed away, denying her release. He kissed his way up her body, his mouth closing around her nipple, sucking hard while his hand continued to work between her legs.
Then he positioned himself above her, his cock poised at her entrance, and entered her in one smooth thrust. She spread her legs wider, taking him deeper, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. She pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his chest, hugging him to her as he fucked her with steady, powerful strokes.
They moved together, finding a rhythm that was both desperate and perfect. Sana wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, angling her hips so that he hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Mark groaned, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath coming in harsh pants as he drove into her again and again.
Then he pulled out, flipping her over with surprising strength. She got on her hands and knees, presenting herself to him, and he entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The angle was different, deeper, hitting places that made her see white, and she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.
They switched positions again, Mark lying on his back while Sana climbed on top of him. She straddled his hips, her hands flat on his chest, and lowered herself onto his cock with agonizing slowness. She rode him, her hips rolling in circles, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Mark reached up, his hands cupping her tits, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until she was moaning constantly, a steady stream of sound that filled the room.
She got off him then, sliding down his body until her face was level with his cock. She bent down, her hair falling forward like a curtain, and took him into her mouth. She licked his cock from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting herself on his skin. She sucked him deep, her hand working the shaft while her mouth worked the tip, and Mark groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she brought him to the edge.
Before he could finish, he pulled her away, his grip gentle but firm. He pulled her to his beside, positioning her on her side, and spooned her from behind. He entered her again, his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand finding her clit as he thrust into her with slow, deep strokes. She reached back, her hand gripping his hip, pulling him closer, deeper, harder.
He finished there, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside her as he came with a groan that sounded like her name. She followed him over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her with the force of a tsunami, leaving her shaking and breathless in his arms.
They lay there for a long moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Then Mark pulled out, rolling onto his back beside her, and they slept there on the bed, not covering themselves with any blanket, naked completely, their bodies cooling in the air-conditioned room.
Morning came with the persistence of a tide, light filtering through the curtains and painting stripes across their skin. Mark woke slowly, his consciousness returning in fragments. He became aware first of the headache pounding behind his eyes, then of the unfamiliar softness of the bed beneath him. He reached out, his hand searching for warmth, and found only empty sheets.
He opened his eyes, squinting against the light, and looked down at himself. He was naked, his body marked with the evidence of the night before, scratches on his chest, bruises on his hips. Sana was not there. The bed beside him was cold, the sheets undisturbed. He assumed she had left, sneaking out in the early hours to avoid the awkwardness of morning-after conversation.
But then he heard it, a voice drifting in from the balcony. "Good morning."
He turned his head, his eyes finding her. She was sitting in the balcony of the room on a chair, drinking tea from a ceramic cup. She was still naked, sitting in the sun with her legs placed on another chair, plopped down on the chair in a bent position while drinking tea. The morning light gilded her skin, turning her into something golden and divine.
She had covered herself barely with a blanket, clung to her chest, that carelessly went over her tits and pussy. But the fabric was thin, almost transparent in the sunlight, and the cool air hit her sex, making her shiver occasionally. The blanket slipped as she moved, exposing more skin, and she made no move to fix it.
Mark sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He found his underwear on the floor, stepping into them and pulling them up his legs. He walked out to the balcony, the tile cool beneath his feet, and sat on another chair. She poured him a cup of tea from the pot beside her, her movements graceful and unselfconscious in her nudity.
They sat in silence for a moment, the steam from their cups rising between them. Then a phone rang, the sound shrill and intrusive. Sana reached for it, her expression unreadable as she looked at the screen. She pressed a button, silencing it, and set it aside without answering.
"Is it your bf?" Mark asked, his voice rough with sleep.
She nodded, her eyes distant.
"So you getting back to him?"
She turned to look at him then, her gaze sharp and certain. "I'll never be going to meet him again ever," she said, the words final and absolute.
The silence followed, stretching between them like a wire. Mark sipped his tea, the liquid warm and bitter on his tongue. "Last night was stupid," he said finally.
Sana laughed, a soft sound. "Yeah," she agreed. "It was."
"But I wouldn't mind doing it again," he continued, his eyes meeting hers over the rim of his cup.
She considered him, her head tilted to the side. "You mean like... sex buddies?"
"Sex buddies," he repeated, testing the words. "No strings. No expectations. Just... this."
Sana smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "I think I could live with that."
She placed her legs on his thighs, her feet warm against his skin. She slowly rubbed his cock under the fabric of his underwear, her toes working him with gentle pressure until he was hardening against her touch. He groaned, setting his tea aside, and pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock to the morning air.
She jerked his naked cock with her legs, her feet wrapping around his shaft and moving up and down with practiced ease. The blanket came off from her pussy, exposing it completely to his gaze, the pink flesh glistening in the sunlight. He watched her touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and circling it while her feet worked his cock.
Then he got up, walking to her with deliberate steps. He stood before her, placing his cock to her face, the tip brushing against her lips. She pulled the blanket away completely, throwing it to the ground, and gripped his cock with her hand. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and opened her mouth.
She put his cock in her mouth while touching herself below, her fingers working between her legs as she sucked him deep. He held her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper, her tongue working against his shaft. The morning sun warmed their skin, the city waking up around them, and they lost themselves in the rhythm of mouths and hands, two strangers who had found something worth keeping, even if only for a little while.
