El Desperado One Shot Collection

Stuck Up

Pairing: El Desperado/FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: Smut, language, reluctance, leash play, exhibitionism

" Get your fucking hands off of me" and  "Do you want me to fuck you while everyone's watching?"

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You really couldn't stand him. The uncouth vermin. How dare he speak to you like that? Like you were trash. You felt like you needed a shower after just being in his presence. He made you feel dirty just by the way he looked at you. El Desperado. You thought his name with a sneer. In fact you didn't know why you were even thinking about him still. He wasn't worth your time or energy. As if you would ever date a wrestler. Nasty sweaty men who beat on each other for a living. No thank you.

Of course he hadn't exactly suggested dating you. No the man went beyond the levels of common decency and had the audacity to invite you to suck his dick in the bathroom. You shuddered at the thought. You were a lady; you did not fellate strangers in restrooms. You didn't fellate people you knew in restrooms. How unprofessional. You were a visitor in his place of employment. The last thing he should be doing is propositioning you.

Hearing a ruckus your head turned towards the commotion, frowning as you saw him surrounding by a group of individuals who looked about as sanitary as he did. As if feeling your eyes on them he looked in your direction, saying something that caused the entire group to laugh uproariously. His mask was another source of consternation for you, blocking you from viewing his expressions and getting a read on him. What kind of man walks around wearing a mask anyways? You scoffed internally. Pointedly you raised your nose in the air and turned your gaze away from them. The sooner you got out of here the better. You checked your wrist watch for the time, wondering how much longer your boss was going to be in this meeting. You wondered why you were even here. He obviously didn't need you since he had left you sitting in the hallway since you had arrived.

Of course the source of your consternation decided to take up residence with his group of thugs directly across the room from you. Within five minutes their crude behavior had turned your stomach. You could only sit here for so long and ignore the disgusting things they were saying about you. With a loud huff of annoyance you made sure they heard, you gathered your purse and strode purposefully from the common area. You didn't know where you were going, but you needed to get away from that man. If your boss needed you, he could call your cell phone.

It wasn't until you had been aimlessly wandering for almost ten minutes that you realized you were hopelessly lost. The arena didn't look nearly this big for the outside, but you had twisted and turned so many times you didn't know which way was which. Muttering under your breath you turned back the way you had just come hoping to find something familiar to lead you back. You weren't paying attention as you rounded the corner and bumped into the chest of the man you held solely responsible for your current situation.

"You!" You said angrily, brushing at your shirt where it had touched him as if he made you dirty. You backed away from him, moving too quickly and tripping on your heel. If not for Desperado's quick hands you would have landed flat on your ass.

"Get your fucking hands off of me," You snapped pulling yourself free as if you were scalded. His rather amused eyes quickly morphed into anger at your behavior. Up until now Desperado had brushed off his encounter with you. He had plenty of other pussy to chase, he wasn't going to waste his time with some that didn't want him. But now you had pushed his buttons. Desperado hated people acting like they were above him, better than him and you carried that attitude in spades.