El Desperado One Shot Collection

Regular

Pairing: El Desperado/FC

Category: Suggestive

Word Count: 613

Warnings: suggestive content, language

"You make me sick. I want you and I'm hating it." - You Make Me Sick by P!nk.

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You supposed he could be called a regular. About every other week or so, he and his group of friends would saunter into the little café where you worked as a waitress and demanded a table full of food and beer. They were loud and obnoxious, usually more than a little intoxicated, and a complete pain in your ass. Of course you were always tasked with waiting on them and it was always a struggle to find a way to stand to protect yourself from groping hands while keeping a polite smile plastered on your face.

As obnoxious as they were, you found yourself looking forward to their visits. At least from one of them. The man who wore the mask, with long blondish brown hair peeking out the bottom, had captivated you. He was just as bad as the others, just as crude, but something about him drew you like a moth to a flame.

Baby was smooth but I knew it was game

Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same

The way he licked his lips and touched my hips

I knew that he was slick

You knew they were wrestlers, had overheard enough of their conversations to ascertain that fact. You had picked up his name along the way and as soon as your shift had been over that night had googled him and devoured every bit of information you could find on the masked man. You were in deep and you hated it.

Desperado was a born flirt with wandering hands, so more often than not you found yourself the recipient of a smack to the rear if you were in his vicinity and he just laughed away your slapping hands and glares as you stomped away from the table. But once in the back, safely away from their prying eyes, you had to stop and collect yourself.

You make me sick

I want you and I'm hating it

Got me lit like a candlestick

Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feeling it, I gotta getta grip

And it's driving me crazy baby don't you quit

"You really should stop hiding away." The amused voice startled you from your self-flagellation and you found yourself looking at Desperado with wide eyes.

"What are you doing back here? You're not allowed over here." You hissed grabbing his arm, trying not to notice how good the muscular flesh felt in your grip, and trying to turn him and push him back to the dining area.

Instead he easily pulled free and turned you around to press your stomach against the wall, his body pushing against yours, feeling entirely too good for your mental health.

"I go where I want sweetheart." His voice was smooth in your ear as his hands roamed over your hips and sides. "We've been playing long enough. I want what you've been throwing my way since we started coming in this joint."

"I wasn't throwing anything at you," You protested weakly, moaning as Desperado's hands cupped your breasts and squeezed.

"Are we going to do this here where anyone can see?" Desperado asked grinding his groin into your ass. "Or do you wanna take me somewhere more private?" 

 You lifted your face from the wall, glancing around the little hallway where any of the employees could walk in any second.

"Follow me." You said after a few seconds of silence, grabbing Desperado's hand and leading him towards the employee break room.