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[SIX] : BAD, DIRTY INTENTIONS.

BRITNEY PLEETH

GUESS WHO WAS working the night shift again? yes me. and i hate it so far.

once again, Bobby gave me the keys to lock up and dipped without saying anything, that little bitch.

Ethan called, saying he'd keep me company while i work. the store was deserted, it was a Monday and it was probable that nobody would come after nine P.M.

the doors open and Ethan comes through wearing jeans and his signature muscle tee.

"hey baby cakes." he flashes a bright smile before coming up to my counter and letting a long kiss linger on my lips.

"ew."

"what?" he laughs.

"don't ever in your life call me baby cakes again. i think i just vomited thoroughly in my mouth." i cringe.

he smiles, happy that he irritated me.

"i'm hungry as fuck, is there any snacks in here? wow that was a super dumb question. what i meant was, can i eat any of the snacks in here?"

i shrug, not caring. it's against the rules to give customers free food but oh well, he's technically not a customer and only here to see me.

he disappears into an aisle, before coming back with some Hershey minis and Cheetos. he drags a spiny chair from another counter and brings it next to me. opening a packet of Cheetos, he obnoxiously starts munching on them.

i look at him for a while, analysing his beautiful features and rest my chin on my hand.

"i legit know nothing about you." i admit.

he scoffs before resting his large hand on my thigh, "yes you do, i already told you. i have a twin brother and a sist—"

"yeah i know that but i mean like, what's your favourite colour?" i shrug.

"clear."

i push his shoulder playfully, "Ethan i'm being serious."

he looks side to side, "i'm being serious too. it's clear."

i roll my eyes. "you're literally so extra, there's no such colour as clear. clear is transparent, it takes the colour of any surface underneath it."

"okay, Mrs. Smarty Pants; what's your favourite colour then?"

"purple."

"clear is better than purple." he pettily says before crunching on his Cheetos again.

"no it's not. the fucking streak in your hair is purple, Ethan." i playfully punch him and he grabs my hand, lacing his fingers through mine.

"that proves nothing. like a couple of weeks ago, the streak in my hair was blue."

"okay whatever, you're annoying. what's your lucky number?" i shift my chair closer to him.

"five." (I KNOW THAT IT IS EIGHT, BUT IT IS FIVE FOR THIS STORY, PLEASE STOP COMMENTING 'ITS EIGHT'; ITS VERY ANNOYING)

"five is such an ugly number, don't ask why. it just is."

"literally nothing impresses you." he laughs at my annoyingness. "five was the number on my jersey in high school." Ethan continues.

"wait what, you played sports when you were in high school?" i gasp but i'm not even sure why i'm surprised. Ethan just looks like he was a sporty white kid who would always play any sport.

"hell yeah. me and Grayson used to play Lacrosse and Football. and we were super into wrestling." he's finished his Cheetos so he folds the packet into a small square and tries to throw into the bin. then misses it.

he doesn't even pick it up. he just leaves it there.

there's silence as i stare at the orange packet laying on the floor. is this dick going to actually put it in the bin?

"Ethan, go pick it up—" i look at him and feel his hazel eyes staring me deeply. "what?" i laugh and smile warmly.

"you're so fucking precious when you smile." he says before leaning over, picking me up and placing me on his lap.

he attacks my lips with a long soothing kiss that i dissolve into. he runs his hands down my body, squeezing my ass. i palm him through his jeans and he groans into my mouth.

okay, i did not expect this.

"let's take this somewhere else." he stands up abruptly with my legs wrapped around his hips.

"we can't just leave the store." i giggle as he plays with my lips.

"your managers office?" he smirks and I return it. my manager, Bobby always leaves his office door which is a mistake.

"okay, Daddy." i whisper into his ear, my breath fanning his cartilage. his eyes widen and then he practically runs to Bobbys office.

it's not that big of a room but there's a wide desk. Ethan pushes everything off it, including pen, pencils, files and books.

"Ethan!" I chuckle as he slowly puts me down on the wooden desk.

SEXUAL SCENE DOWN BELOW;

his soft lips kiss me over and over on my neck, and his touch drives me crazy as i continues to touch my waist.

he roughly removes my jeans in one swift yank down my legs while kissing me like a pro.

he then teasingly moves down my body, using his teeth to move my red thong down my tanned legs. he does this without removing his eyes off of me and i almost moan from how sensual he is.

he looks at my lady parts with hungry eyes.

"you're already so wet for me, baby girl."

he kisses the inside of my thighs before pressing his tongue flat against my clit. i buck my hips before he presses them back down, digging his fingers into my hips.

i moan as he shoves two fingers into me, slowly moving them up and down. he starts to go faster and at the same time sucks on my clit, moving his tongue in circles.

i move m hands down to his messy brown hair, tugging at his locks of hair. he groans against my bundle of nerves and i throw my head back.

i arch my back and grip onto the desk, unable to breathe.

"Daddy." i say breathlessly, biting my lip.

a sensation twists at the pit of my stomach as Ethan goes even faster, curling his fingers inside of me, hitting the exact spot that i needed him to hit.

"uh—fuck." i mumble as he continues licking my swollen clit, his wet tongue doing magic against me.

a knot builds in my stomach and i look at Ethan.

"i'm about to—" i choke out.

"do it, baby." his deep voice allures me and that's enough to let me come undone. the knot looses in my stomach and i moan loudly, digging my nails into the hard wood.

Ethan sucks on his fingers, licking on them with ferocity.

he comes back up, tangling his hand in my now messy hair and kisses me. i taste myself on his tongue and pull away before pecking him one last time.

"thanks for that, Ethan." i bite my lip.

"no problem baby girl."

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Anyone who spots that Bazzi song lyric I put in there, gets pizza from me. [clue;Ethan says it] FINALLY SMUT, Y'ALL SHOULD BE HAPPY ASF !! but it's not good tho :( but o well, get used to it.

i feel so uncomfortable writing or/reading smut, but I still do it anyway,, why do I do this to myself.

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—Parissa x