One Shot

Pariah sighed as she stopped buttoning her blouse. “Fuck,” she mumbled, walking out of her bathroom and into her bedroom. She glanced at her lover’s lounging form as he laid sprawled out on their bed, one arm bent behind his head and the other holding his phone above his head. She let out another aggravated sigh as she started rifling through her dresser.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Andy asked, his voice clashing with the sounds of the television. He sat up onto his elbow, his curiosity and concern piqued.

As she pulled her garter belt and stockings out of the drawer, she glanced behind her. “I hate having to wear stockings underneath skirts,” she complained. It was, however, mandatory at her place of work, a restaurant that was always frequented by the Los Angeles citizens and tourists. She had worked there from four to midnight, six nights a week, for the last year.

When she began her career she enjoyed having a ritual for her days and that she made money to contribute to her life with Andy, but now she only resented the work. Her boss was, to put it as eloquently as she could, a total fucking creep, and hit on her even when Andy was around. The customers were almost entirely all rude, demanding service to be quicker than could be expected so they could go out and party or hang out. The tourists were the worst. She absolutely detested when families came from towns far unlike that of LA and tried to grasp what the city was like by choosing her restaurant to dine at. While its food was admittedly really great, there were literally thousands of other places to eat that she prayed people would visit instead. She hated having to dress in her standard uniform-- a black blouse and pencil skirt with nude stockings and heels-- to impress the customers when all she typically wanted to do was dump their orders on them.

Even with all of these negative attributes, she continued to work there. She liked being able to help Andy with rent and that she could buy herself the things she wanted. Although he of course was prone to spoiling her, it was nice to feel like they worked as a unit and not a dependency.

As she began returning to the bathroom, Andy called back, “Then don’t.”

Pariah laughed to herself at his constant need for rebellion. While she almost always found it amusing, she was the more rational one of the pair. “You know I can’t, babe. It’s part of the uniform.”

Andy pulled himself to the edge of the bed and scratched behind his back, setting his phone on the nightstand. “If you hate the uniform so much, why do you work there?”

Immediately, she knew where the conversation was about to lead. He had tried countless times to talk her into quitting, knowing how unhappy it made her. The argument was causing something of a rift between them, as they were both hard-headed and stood their ground. She looked at herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her shirt again so she could slide the garter belt on. “I don’t want to talk about this again, Andy. You know why.”

Andy groaned quietly. While she was the best thing that ever happened to him, he absolutely despised that she insisted on keeping this job. She complained about it every day, and if she didn’t he did because of the lack of time he got to spend with her. It was already shortened by his constant touring, so when he was home he wanted every moment he could with her. This job was a pain in not only her ass, but his own as well. He stood and began walking to the bathroom. “Pear,” he said, using her nickname.

“Don’t,” she interjected. She wasn’t having this conversation again. She moved the little rose on the front of the belt to her front, just under her navel, and turned to the bathtub. She scrunched up one stocking and, as she put her right foot through it, became aware that Andy had entered the bathroom behind her. She began pulling it up and rested her foot on the edge of the bathtub.

“Take the night off,” Andy said firmly. “I feel like we haven’t had a night to ourselves in forever.”

“I can’t do that,” she argued, clipping the tight in the back. “Not less an hour before I’m supposed to be there, anyway.”

“Say there’s an emergency,” he suggested. “Blame me going to the hospital or something. We both know how prone to that I am.”

While this made her smile, she knew that she couldn’t do that. Her job was her main responsibility, after all, and she was going to uphold it. “Andy, please stop arguing with me about this. You know how much this job means to me.” She straightened up after clipping it in the front and looked at him. He was casually leaning against the bathroom counter.

Andy rolled his eyes at her. “Pear,” he said again, “you fucking hate your job. Every night you come home and complain about it until I kiss you to shut you up. I know you love having your own money to help pay the bills with, but you know I make enough money to sustain us.”

“It’s not just that,” she sighed, grabbing the other nylon.

“I know, I know. You like feeling like an adult and having that responsibility,” he continued. “But why don’t you start apprenticing at that tattoo shop finally? We’ll be fine for a few months while you do that, and then you can start making money from that. You’re a wonderful artist.”

Pariah couldn’t help but love the idea. She fantasized about it constantly: opening her own shop and etching her art onto the skin of thousands of people with millions of stories. However, she was a realist, and the tattoo shop she wanted to intern at was one of the best in the country. She had yet to send her work to them in fear that they would reject her. It would crush her if that happened.

“Doesn’t that sound nice?” Andy’s voice was hopeful.

As lovely as it sounded, particularly coming from Andy, the resolve in Pariah didn’t budge. She didn’t want to cave to Andy. “I can do my apprenticeship there when I’m working,” she dismissed. “During the day.”

Immediately, Andy’s rage started building. “Are you fucking kidding me, Pariah?” he growled. “I barely see you as is. Now you want to balance both of those?”

With steel in her stomach but fear in her knees, Pariah swallowed hard before saying, “Why not?” She started scrunching up the second stocking.

Her statement had Andy’s blood boiling. How stubborn could she be? He knew in the back of his mind that she was saying this as not to submit to him, but he was furious. He stood straight as his voice raised. “Because you’re not going to put all this strain on yourself just because you’re stubborn! I get it, you’re loving your independence, but I’m fucking sick of you coming home unhappy because of this! It shouldn’t even be a discussion!”

“I agree!” Pariah snapped back. “So why don’t you shut up about it? Why are you trying to control my life?!”

“I’m not! I’m just trying to be apart of it!” he shouted.

Pariah stopped and looked at the wall, her anger building. “I’m done talking about this, Andy.” She started pulling her stocking up and rested her foot on the bathtub.

Andy reached out and turned her to look at him. “Would you stop being so fucking stubborn?” he pleaded. “I love you. I miss you. I want you to be happy.”

She shook her head. “Then stop acting like my father,” she jabbed, her anger still a small pool in her stomach. She started clipping the back of her nylon.

The anger that Andy was feeling finally manifested in his gut. The heat in his blood pounded quickly through his heart, and as she moved her hands to the front of her stocking he roughly grabbed her chin in his hand and kissed her.

The ferocity in his actions surprised both of them. Her eyes widened immediately, but his were tightly shut. His lips were desperate with a carnal urge to fuck her into submission, although he knew that wasn’t exactly the most polite thing to do. At the moment, however, he couldn’t care less.

Pariah pulled away, her fight still wanting to demonstrate its resolve, but more than that she wanted to feel the rough touch Andy had started to impose on her. With just a short kiss, he had captivated her.

Their eyes locked for a moment. They both looked at each other angrily, their wills not bending. Andy was the one to continue again, his lips finding hers again roughly, and this time Pariah had no inhibitions. She kissed him back aggressively, her mouth parting quickly to fight his. Their tongues clashed, both struggling to be the victor in their little fight. Andy was determined to win this one, and while they kissed he pushed his hand down Pariah’s panties and immediately found her clit, pushing the small button around in circles.

Pariah lost herself as she gasped. She didn’t know how turned on she was until he had touched her, and she became acutely aware of how wet just a kiss had made her. It was almost embarrassing, considering she was arguing with him moments ago.

Andy took advantage of her loss of composure and slid two of his fingers inside her, and this is when she moaned. Her head tilted back and broke their hungry kiss, and Andy grabbed her hair and leaned into her neck to start leaving hickies there. He knew this pissed her off, but he didn’t care anymore. As he started pumping his fingers back and forth, he could only focus on her body.

Pariah no longer could focus on her words, and instead could only feel the sensations Andy put on her. She was overwhelmed at how quickly his fingers moved, trying to bring her to orgasm quicker than she thought possible. She couldn’t help but scratch at his waist, her fingernails digging into whatever skin they could find. The sounds leaving her body were thick with passion, and she couldn’t control them. She knew this was inflating his ego and she hated it.

It only took moments for Andy to form another idea, wanting to really drive his point home with his lover. He pulled his hand from her hair and ripped at the thin material of her panties, effectively tearing a hole in them. He let out an aggravated growl, wanting to get them off of her entirely, but this was real life after all.

Snickering, Pariah teased, “Having trouble there, Andy?”

He raised a brow at her defiantly before shoving three fingers inside her. This made her thighs shake and instantly her sarcasm was lost to her as she cried out. Angrily, Andy stooped to his knees in between her legs, one of which was still on the bathtub’s rim, and he instead pulled her panties aside. His tongue lashed out immediately, lapping up what he could only call an accomplishment on his part. He pulled at her nylons until the garter clip lost its hold, and when both were off he held onto her bare legs, loving the sensation.

Pariah’s vocal cords were no longer under conscious control. This only ever happened to her at a certain level of being turned on, and she hated to admit to herself that Andy had brought her there in the midst of an argument. She glanced down at him as he brought her thigh onto his shoulder, and he was looking up at her. While it was initially just to assess how she was feeling, when their eyes met Andy raised an eyebrow in a victorious smirk.

“Fuck you,” she mumbled breathlessly.

“That’s the plan,” he shot back before sliding two fingers inside of her again. As he moved them back and forth, he could practically taste how turned on the woman above him was. He knew her head was tossed back now, these sensations being too much for her, and he loved it. The sounds she made aroused him always, and he could feel it pressing against the rough cotton of his briefs. With his free hand, he tried to fix himself so it pointed upwards and would therefore be less of a nuisance until he could deal with it later. However, when Pariah felt the brief hesitation from his mouth as he focused on more pressing matters, she knew she had gained the upper hand.

Tangling his hair in her hand, she grabbed it roughly and pulled him up. He tried to fight back, but the second she could reach his erection she did, and this brought him to his feet. In a desperate act to gain control he kissed her again, but this didn’t work. Pariah spun and pushed him against the counter, disconnecting their lips. When their eyes met again his gaze was filled with sinful thoughts. She wasted no time falling to her knees and pulling his tight jeans open. The head of his erection was poking up above his underwear, and with a smirk she took it in her mouth and pulled the fabric prisons down enough to push her lips all the way down.

Andy was floored. The way she took him in just to fuck with him was as annoying as it was arousing. He’d always had a thing for girls that could take control from him, although he often found more pleasure in taking it back away from them. As she moved her head along his engorged shaft, he bit back moans as he thought about how special she was to him. This fight was stupid, he thought to himself, because all he wants is for her to be happy. They’re arguing about quitting a job they both hate. But he was damned if he was going to let her be the victor.

He gripped a handful of her hair and forced her down unexpectedly, making her choke for a brief moment before she drew her head back up to breathe. As she stroked him with her hand, Pariah felt the wetness between her legs soak through her flimsy panties. She felt similarly to Andy in that she loved when a man could exert power. It’s arousing to see someone as confident as she felt. However, her stubbornness was almost a vice she hadn’t let go of since she was a child. She never used to get her way then, so she made sure as an adult she got whatever she set her mind on.

It’s when Andy let out a quiet moan that both of them knew this couldn’t continue. She was winning! She felt giddy, and as she stood, she kissed Andy with a smirk. He bit her lip, making her yelp, and pushed her bra up past her breasts before roughly kneading them. Pariah let her hands feel his shoulders and arms, loving how strong they felt. Without a shirt on, his tattoos were all visible and she loved them.

Andy kicked off his pants before spinning them again, having her pressed against the counter top. He grabbed her gently by the neck and the hair, pulling away just enough to say, “Sit.”

She complied, but she tilted her chin up in defiance.

Once again, Andy tried to rip the waistband of Pariah’s panties, this time ending in success. With one leg hole torn, the other easily ripped and he pulled it off of her. “That was a cute pair,” Pariah bitterly complained.

“That sucks. I’ll just buy you more,” he negated before kissing her. He pulled one of her legs up and to his waist, pushing against her.

With a hand on his chest, Pariah stopped him. “Um, excuse me. You’re not wearing a condom.”

Andy blinked as he pulled away. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.

“No,” she said firmly. “I don’t need your demon spawn from this.”

He rolled his eyes as he dropped her leg. He now had to walk all the way to his bedroom to grab a condom, put it on, and then pretend that the moment in the bathroom was not lost? While he appreciated his girlfriend’s caution, he was more the type of man to throw that to the wind in this situation.

Pariah followed Andy back out to the bedroom and turned the TV off as he reached into his nightstand. She had discarded what was left of her clothes before entering the room. As the foil packet tore open, Pariah turned him and kissed him, which was startling to him. She took the rubber from him and stroked him a few times before putting the condom on him, all the while kissing him. While she was being careful, she wasn’t immune to how their caution changed the atmosphere of the sex they were having. She was going to bring it back.

She pushed Andy back to the bed, and as he fell backwards he immediately regained his angry passion. He sat up further onto the bed. Nothing made him more angry than being physically challenged, and as she started to straddle his waist he flipped them over again. With no hesitation, he thrust completely inside her, making her cry out. She had never felt so full, as he was pressing so hard into her. He began thrusting quickly, leaving a gap between their bodies. He didn’t want to feel close to her right now, his focus was fucking the love out of her.

It was a tornado as Pariah tried to take back the dominant role. She rolled them back around, wanting to be on top. With Andy struggling against this, they twisted around until Pariah started to slip off of the edge of the bed, and with her came Andy. They crashed to the floor, but even with the shock they both kept their minds focused.

Pariah finally conceded to Andy, letting him slip inside her. She could barely focus on anything but how he felt now, and the way he looked was so hot. As he thrust into her again, they both moaned out. Neither one of them was fighting anymore, they just wanted to fuck. Andy moved slower than he thought he would’ve, but the passion in the air was still thick with tense energy. She tilted her hips upwards to aid him, and as he kept going her head tilted back again and she shut her eyes. He was so agile with his body; she couldn’t help but give in. Besides, maybe he was right.

“Pariah, I wanna watch you when I fuck you,” he murmured, his voice at her throat.

She smirked at herself, taking his words differently than he intended, and rolled them over again. He didn’t struggle this time, letting her sit up and start riding him. She slowly made her way up and down, feeling the throbs and veins of his erection against her. She was unintentionally teasing him, and to counteract this Andy began thrusting upwards. He was horny as fuck, and he needed his release like he needed her.

With another long moan, Pariah leaned forward and rested her upper half on his. She moved her hips up and down still, but more in a grinding way, and Andy continued thrusting upwards to meet her. This was the perfect concoction, and for once Pariah felt like they might come at the same time.

“Baby,” Andy moaned, his words lost in the air around them.

Oh, they were definitely coming together, Pariah thought. She leaned in and started leaving little love bites on his collar bones, which were much less severe than the hickies he had left on her, and this little twinge gave Andy the little push. He knew he was moments away from coming, so he wrapped his arm around her waist and abruptly forced her back so that when he thrusted they met with a rough smack! and she found herself coming-- hard. With her moans ringing in his ears and her snatch pulsing around him, he started coming too. “Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Andy,” she breathed.

Together, they laid there and gyrated only a little to ride their highs out. For the first time ever, they had come together, something they had theorized was nearly impossible. When they finished, Pariah rolled off and laid on her back next to him. Both of them stared at the ceiling, looking for the words they didn’t have yet.

Finally, Andy stood to discard the used condom still on him. It was soggy and disgusting, and one day he had to work up the courage to ask her about going on birth control so they didn’t have to wear it. They felt better without one anyway. When he returned, she was still on the floor so he held out a hand and helped her to her feet. Once upright, he kissed her warmly.

Pariah knew she should take Andy’s advice and quit her job. She despised it but was defending it for some reason. However, her stubborn attitude had always held her back that way. When they pulled away she opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by her phone ringing on the dresser.

They broke away as she walked over, and as she glanced at the clock from the cable box she saw that she was only four minutes late for work. “Hello?” she answered.

“Perry! Where are you?” her boss, Micky, demanded, using a nickname he incessantly used despite her making it clear she hated it.

She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame it. “Still at home,” she mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse on the fly.

Before she could, Micky barked, “What? Why the hell are you late? It’s Saturday and you’re our hottest waitress!”

Pariah shook her head in annoyance and opened her mouth to apologize, but she quickly stopped herself. “Knock that flirting shit off,” she stated firmly. “You know I have a boyfriend, and even if I didn’t I’ve told you before that I’m not interested.”

She could hear his scoff through the phone. “Excuse me? I’m the one who gave you a job at the hottest restaurant in the city.”

She looked back at Andy before saying, “Yeah, well tell the owner of the hottest restaurant in the city that you need to hire a new waitress. I quit.” She hung up quickly, not letting him get in another word.

Andy came up behind her as she set the phone down, and she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck as he did the same to her waist. “You just quit,” he said, still sort of shocked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re right. We both hate me working there, and if you’re willing to help me pursue my passion, which you’ve stated multiple times that you are, then I’m going to take that up.” She gave him a light peck on the lips. “And maybe I can still find a part time job or something, just so I can still help out a bit.”

Nodding, Andy leaned in and kissed her again. When he pulled away, he dryly remarked with a grin, “All it took was some angry sex? Remind me to get you mad more often.”

Notes

Dedicated to the oh-so-lovely @smutty pariah who I'm sure you've all heard of and read from. I think Pariah is a pretty rad name, not that it's her real name (although I'm not sure). If you didn't know, it means outcast, but it sounds nice. Puh-rye-uh. Mmmmmmmmm. Pariah.

(as you can tell I really like the word pariah)

(Also, I really like @smutty pariah check her shit out if you haven't already)

~Niki X,,,,,,x