RoadTrip oneshots: reader

| Andy | Rope bunny |

Warning: bondage kink and sexual content

"What can I get ya?" The bartender asks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Whiskey sour please." I reply, handing him the money.

I glance around at the crowd of people filling the bar. The lights give off a soft amber glow, contrasting against the dizzying array of coloured lights from the wall of bottles behind the bar. I rest my elbows on the smooth wooden surface of the bar as I watch the bartender mix my drink. He's kinda cute with dark blonde hair, obviously dyed as streaks of brown show through.

He looks up at me and smirks before turning and disappearing trough a door. I cast my eyes back around the room. The low buzz of chatter fills the small bar with music playing softly in the back ground.

"There you go." The bartender winks as he slides me my drink.

"Thanks." I smile back, pulling my napkin from under my drink to see his number scrawled across it and a note saying 'call me - Brook x'

His green eyes are wild but he's a little too innocent looking for my liking. He returns the smile as he moves further along the bar to an outstretched hand.

The hand catches my eye, more specifically the metal chains padlocked around the owner's wrist. My eyes move to his face and my breath catches in my throat.

The first thing I notice his soft blonde hair as he runs his free hand through it. He turns his head and looks at me, his bright blue eyes locking with mine.

A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips as he holds his gaze, his eyes scanning my face before moving to my body. I noticed his breathing changes as he sees my black dress, barely skimming my thighs.

He looks back up at me as I turn to take a sip of my drink. I turn to look back at the stranger only to see that he's gone. I let out a small sigh of disappointment. It would have been interesting to see where that could have gone.

Lifting my glass to my lips I finish my drink, savouring the sour taste before swallowing. My fingertip traces the rim of the glass as I ponder just going back home, there doesn't seem to be much point in staying.

"Can I get you a drink?"

Lifting my head, I turn around to find myself faced with a pair of striking blue eyes.

"Sure." I say, giving him a small smile. Maybe I'll stay a little longer after all.

He sits next to me, handing the bartender some money as he orders but all I can hear is the sound of his chain on the wooden surface of the bar.

"You okay?" The sound of his voice pulls me from the trance his chains put me in.

"Yeah I'm fine, just admiring your hardware." I respond, placing a hand around my drink.

He arches his eyebrow as his gaze flickers from me to his wrist and back again.

"So any particular reason why you're here?" He asks, taking a sip from his drink.

"Any particular reason why you're here with me?" I tease as I bring my glass to my lips.

"Any particular reason why you let me by you a drink?"

"Touché."

~

We talked for what felt like hours. We didn't move from our stools until closing and we were asked to leave. I even learnt his name, Andy, but that's not what I care about right now.

All that I can focus on is the feeling of his hands roaming my body as our tongues twist together in a heated kiss. My hands fist in his hair as his move down from my waist to grip my ass, squeezing roughly.