| owen teauge| character | imagines |

New In Town (Trick) Part 2

Only a month had passed since you were hired. And only a month was needed for you to develop a full blown crush on your coworker. Who, to a certain extent, worked above you. Since he had been there for almost over a year, they were more likely to have Trick boss you around than your manager. Which Trick took delight in. Teasing you. Telling you things like:

"I could have you fired for that, yknow?"

"Slackin' on the job Y/N? Tsk tsk."

And your personal favorite:

"Better do as I say."

Of course, he said all these things with that smile of his. That kind of sweet smile that made sure you knew he was kidding. You had a flirty, friendship with Trick. The kind of friendship that made you leave work with a smile and pink cheeks as you walked out the door. The kind of friendship, you desperately wished was more.

Sometimes, when you were on lunchbreak together, you'd sit and eat outside, back behind the building. It was mostly where boxes and furniture were unloaded by trucks. But Trick parked his grey van back there. Somedays, when you both just needed a few minutes of escape. He'd open the back doors, and you'd sit together on the mattress and blankets he put back there. And you'd seat and eat your lunch.

One day in particular, things were rough. The manager had taken this day specifically to be unreasonable, and difficult on the two of you. Trick never really talked about himself and his life outside of work. But some days, were just worse than others. You could tell when something was wrong. So you sat in Trick's van, having finished your meal. You looked up at the sky as snowflakes started to fall from the grey clouds above.

"It's snowing." You stated. Trick turned his attention, and looked up.

"Oh yeah." He said, not being very intrigued by this fact.

"Do you like the snow?" You ask. He gives and half-hearted shrug.

"It's alright I guess." He doesn't seem all there today, and you lean in a little closer. He's been avoiding eye contact with you.

"Are you alright?" You ask him. Again, he shrugs, and doesn't look at you. "Something wrong?"

"Not really. Just...been a rough day."

"I'm sorry."

"Eh, not your fault. Actually, you make my days better." He looks up at you, and gives a small smile. You smile back.

"Yeah?" He nods.

"Mmhm. I don't know how you've done it, but you make me not hate work now. So..." He trails off. He's leaning back, practically laying down. Propped up by his elbow. He looks up at you as you watch the snow fall. "You're fuckin' gorgeous yknow that?" He blurts out. It catches you off guard and your cheeks get bright red in a matter of seconds. You try to laugh it off.

"What?" You smile down at him. He just looks up at you, calm, cool, collected. Meanwhile you're heart is going a thousand miles an hour and panic is flooding your system. What is happening.

"I said you're gorgeous. It's just a fact Y/N." He leans up, and sits up. "You're the cute girl in the office." He chuckles.

"First of all, we do not work in an office, and second of all." You make the decision to play along with him. "I cannot believe how unprofessional you are being." He smiles, and laughs slightly as he looks away.

"I'm serious though, I think you're awesome." You could have swarm that he was blushing.

"Well, thank you Trick. You're not too bad yourself." You smile, and he scooches closer.

"You've got some snow in your hair." He says, and he reaches out to wipe away the melting flakes. All the while inching closer and closer to you. This smooth motherfucker. You freeze, and when he leans in to kiss you. You don't dare pull away. You kiss him back. A sweet, soft kiss. He only pulls away to look into your eyes, and that playful smile stretches across his face. You smile back, taking the advantage, and kissing him while he's busy. He lets out a small whimper of surprise and happiness. You feel a hand make its way to your hip, and you smile into the kiss.

His lips are sweet, and soft. He takes his time, enjoying you. Making you take deep breathes as he holds you closer to him. He's enjoying himself way too much to let you go as you kiss back. Gently biting his bottom lip to edge him on a little. Asking for more. Your hand finds it's way into his hair, and he moans softly. The kiss, turns passionate, quickly. You can guess, that you're on the same page.

"Look who's being unprofessional now." He jokes, and the two of you laugh a little. The heat of your bodies and breath combat the cold so well. You just want to crawl inside the van. Which, is exactly what you do. He crawls in after you, and over you. Leaning down to kiss you, and caress you as the heavy petting begins. Clothes sort of find their way off your body. However, only taking off what is necessary for Trick to get at you. Your baggy uniform pants come off easily arounf your ankles, along with your panties as Trick kisses down your neck. He gently nibbles and sucks. Making you moan as your hands roam his body. Eagerly pulling down his pants to reveal his erection.

"Protection?" You ask, and Trick snaps his fingers in remembrance. He pulls a condom out of his bag, and rolls in one before positioning himself. However, he stops to lean down and kiss you. A reassuring, and brilliant kiss that fills your chest. As he rubs your clit. The sensation of his warm hands against your cold skin almost shocks you. He plays with you, happy to have you moan his name as you lay there. You find yourself begging for him almost. "Fucks sake, Trick. S-Stop teasing me." You ball up the baggy shirt of his uniform, slightly disappointed you didn't have the time to completely undress.

"As you wish." He smiles, and kisses down your neck as your face changes expression drastically. You gasp as you feel him enter you. Filling, and slightly stretching. You hold him close, as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you. Already, you feel a tightness in your stomach. Which is only made more painful by his slow movements.

"God, Trick, come on." You whine, making him smile into your skin. You feel him gently scrape his teeth against your skin. He picks up pace. Building, and building. Until he's fucking you into the mattress. You throw your head back in pleasure and hold his hips.

"Fuuuuck yes baby." He sighs, keeping himself close to you. Almost leaning on you. You curse over and over again as he fucks you wildly. So hard the van begins to bounce. You go weak, and you feel yourself about to cum. When suddenly his lips are on your, desperate to keep himself grounded to you. You let out a muffled moan into his lips as your orgasm washes over you. "O-Oh shit." Trick pants, pulling away and looking down and back up at you. "I-I'm gonna cum." His brow is furrowed, and he looks weak almost. You hear him gasp and pants as you feel him grow closer. He holds completely still as he climaxes. His mouth hanging open and his eyes shut tight. When the moment passes, he lays over you. "Fuck Y/N." He moans. You smile and chuckle slightly in the afterglow. Until he pulls himself up and looks down at you. "I could get you fired for that." He teases, and you push him off with a smile. You stand on the street and bounce as you pull up your pants. Tightening the loose fabric again. Trick takes care of the condom, and then stands to do the same. Suddenly the loud sound of a door crashing startles the two of you.

"Ryan! Y/N!" Your manager shouts. You look up, wide eyed, your face almost completely red. "Your lunch break was over five minutes ago! Get back to work!" She screams. You nodd, and hurry to get inside as Trick follows close behind.

You'd like to say your relationship didn't effect your work. But you'd be lying since Trick took great pleasure in sneaking a passionate kiss, or small spanking every now and then. That mischievous smile, it almost hurt to look at.

Bonus:

Don't pretend like you and Trick don't play small pranks and tricks on each other and your coworkers. Trick's favorite thing, is to hide behind the boxes in the huge storage unit in the back. And pop out to scare you. You got him back though. Forcing a good, shrill, girly scream from him. You'd never let him live that down.

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