Viper Smut- With a twist

Hello everyone!

Hermit here to drop off something a little fun that I wrote for y'all. I wrote this after chipping away at the YAH rewrite and figured I'd share a sort of "Choose Your Own Adventure" snippet with Viper this time around!

Sooooooooooooooooooo, let's get started!

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You gasp as your back gets slammed into apartment 32s door.

You're more shocked than in any sort of pain and you watch as Viper—the man who pushed you against it, descends on you like a snake in the grass.

A hot, slick mouth meets yours with unrestrained ferocity.

You moan as you tangle your hands in his hair.

He lets out a low growl and you feel his lips curl as you tug at the strands, his chest rumbling with the sound.

Viper traps your hips against the door, pinning you in place.

You aren't going anywhere.

And God, you can't bring yourself to care because he tastes so fucking good.

A mix of alcohol and spice, his scent driving you just as wild.

When you met him at the strip club earlier tonight, you never imagined the stripper who grinded on your lap for crisp dollar bills would ever ask for you to meet him after work.

You never expected to share a drink.

You never expected you'd gather up the courage to kiss him.

And you never expected for him to look a little dazed before fire overtook his eyes when he asked you if you wanted to go back to his place for the night.

He's still in his “work uniform.”

A pair of form fitting jeans which show off that defined V of his, leading to the very large package he's carrying underneath.

Unless the dancers pad themselves to make themselves look larger.

You couldn't care either way.

In all honesty, you just want to rip each piece of clothing off of him in order to feel his toned body rocking against you without an inch of space between you. 

You want him in you. On top of you. Underneath you.

Every which-way you can have him you want him.

One of the doors next to you opens.

Neighbor: Hey! Stop fuckin’ in the halls like alley cats and get a room. 

You almost whine as Viper draws away and peers over his shoulder at the intruder and for some reason the man goes silent and his door clicks shut.

You don't ask questions about why his neighbor backed off so easily but you don't care.

You're drawing his face back down, demanding his lips on yours once more with the silent gesture. 

His eyes widen a fraction before amusement touches his features and you're back at it again like “alley cats.”

You feel one of his hands glide down the side of your leg before gripping the back of your thigh, guiding you so that you wrap it around his waist.

He gives your thigh a squeeze before moving to palm your ass. 

You: Open…door…now…

You gasp. Your hands are already fumbling for the button of his jeans. 

You've got a one track mind. 

And he's the only thing on it. Along with the singular obstacle in your way which is the door.

Viper: So eager for me.

He murmurs, but he doesn't argue with the sentiment and his free hand reaches into his pocket—he's not letting go of your ass—before withdrawing a key and inserting it into the door.

You feel the obstacle cock blocking you finally give way and you stumble backwards, tugging Viper inside by his shirt.

Somewhere along the way to his bedroom or what you think is his bedroom, your pants go missing.

Then your top. 

And somehow you find your back meeting a smoother surface than expected and you realize you didn't make it to the bed.

He's going to fuck you on his coffee table.

At least it appears sturdy, made out of thick, polished wood. 

You hear a thud as something gets knocked over when Viper covers your body with his, your hands managing to—at long fucking last—tug down his zipper.

Your hand slides down his pelvis.

He lets out a shuddering breath, his jaw setting and molars grinding when your hands wrap around his length.

There.

Is.

No.

Padding.

Holy shit. 

It's like you're holding a python. 

You kind of feel like a jungle explorer and now you're handling a dangerous animal that could wreck you.