Hey guys 👋 Sorry for the wait, but here's the spicy side story. The pairing that won last month's poll is Male Ash x Female MC with the scenario of MC being a tease/brat 😏 It's around 2.5K words long and I hope you guys enjoy it! 🥰 Let me know what you guys think about it in the comment section or over in the #spicy-side-story-discussion channel over in Discord! 💖
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It’s another one of those annoying parties held by one of the city’s rich socialites, and you are sitting at the minibar beside Sasha. You grit your teeth as the party’s host laughs at something Sasha says.
Bastard… He’s just trying to get under Sasha’s skirt, you think to yourself, hand tightening over the bottle of beer you're holding.
Oh yeah, you have caught the host making eyes at Sasha all night, ever since both you and Sasha first stepped into the party. And annoyingly, Sasha notices it too and she’s now playing her game—one that you’re already too familiar with. She’ll reciprocate the approach just to rile you up and you can already see how the night will end for the two of you. This is not the first time Sasha is acting like a brat after all.
You know she doesn’t really mean it when she flirts back with the host—it’s just a part of your little cat-and-mouse game. Who’s the cat and who’s the mouse? You’re not sure.
Bringing the bottle to your lips, you tilt your head back to take big gulps, trying to ignore Sasha giggling coquettishly. But still, your gaze drifts to the side. The host is leaning close to Sasha, a flirtatious grin plastered on his face. Oh, how you want to slap it clean off his annoying face.
“Miss Morozova, I hope you’ll stay until the party’s over. I’m hoping we can have more time tonight after everyone leaves. Only the two of us,” he says lowly, winking as if what he’s implying is not as clear as day.
“Mr. Rodriguez,” Sasha giggles again, slapping his hand lightly. Those who don’t know her might think the giggle is meant to be coy, but you’ve spent years growing up with her and you know the giggle is one she makes when she finds something funny. “Are you making a lady wait for you for hours?”
Rodriguez’s smile falters a bit. “Well, the party is just nearing halfway, and I still have some people to talk to…” His eyes flit around the room.
“Don’t you know how many people in the city would be dying to have the chance you have right now?” Sasha pushes again.
He bites his lower lip in thought, swirling the drink in his hand. And you can see that he’s truly considering the offer. Oh, hell no. You slam the bottle in your hand down on the bar’s counter. He jolts and it seems now, he notices your presence. You turn your head slightly to send the guy a scathing glare.
“Um… Maybe an hour from now?” he smiles nervously as his eyes keep glancing back at you. “Your… friend seems to demand your attention anyway.”
Friend?! FRIEND?! I’m her fucking BOYFRIEND, you think incredulously and it takes an effort to actually stop yourself from lunging forward and grabbing him by the collars of his expensive suit.
Sasha waves her hand elegantly and scoffs, “Urgh, fine… Just don’t keep me waiting too long, yes?”
“Y—Yes! An hour, I promise,” he replies, bowing his head. “Please, excuse me, Miss Morozova.” He quickly leaves and approaches one of the groups of people who have been watching the interaction from afar.
Sasha finally turns to face you, a smug smirk tugging on her pretty lips and an eyebrow raised in some kind of challenge. “You scared another poor guy off. Happy now?”
“That’s supposed to be my question. Had your fill yet?” you ask, trying to stay unfazed but failing.
“Hmm…” she hums, tapping her chin playfully. “I haven’t had my fill yet,” she grins sharply as she emphasizes the word “fill”.
Ah, you see. That’s what she wants, hm? Sure, you’d be more than happy to do it.
You step closer and bend down as you growl lowly, “Naughty girl. If you want to be filled, you just need to ask. No need to try to make me jealous.”
She shivers. “But where’s the fun in that, right?” She looks up at you. “Admit it. You enjoy taking the rein once in a while. So, what are you waiting for? Give me my punishment now,” she says breathlessly.
Your blood rushes south at the words and your hands immediately grip Sasha’s hips. It takes all of your willpower not to just make out with her right then and there. Alas, you’re not going to do it with all these people around. And already, you can feel their prickly stares right now.
The only warning Sasha gets is a low growl before you pull her away with you towards the more private area of the luxurious penthouse. There was a guard watching over the entrance of the corridor, but by sheer luck, he’s not there right now. Probably being called somewhere.
The two of you slip into the quiet hallway; most of the guests are congregating in the expansive living room and mini bar area, while some are talking and drinking around the pool. Perfect.
Scanning the doors, you pick the biggest one. It’s actually a pretty tall, wooden, double-door. You almost laugh in relief as the door swings in when you push it. Sasha steps in with you before you shut the door.
Sasha whistles in appreciation. “Not bad…”
You turn and see that this seems to be the master bedroom. A big king-sized bed is set in the middle of the room, facing the big panoramic windows looking out into the city. Fur rugs cover sections of the wooden floor and there are a lot of other expensive decorations and paintings hung on the walls. To the left of the bed is a glass sliding door which leads to the balcony. Alas, you’re not here to admire the host’s bedroom—although, you gotta admit begrudgingly that it looks pretty good with great view of the city.
Sasha throws herself onto the plush bed, crumpling the neat blanket and sheets, and giggling mischievously. It’s honestly kinda adorable, but you’re still heated from the previous interaction. You follow her to the bed, trapping her underneath you as you lean forward and kiss her. Her lips are as soft as the clouds and you can taste traces of the cocktail she drank. You probably have lipstick smeared around your own lips, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now.
After a minute or so, you pull back but instead of giving her a respite, you continue trailing your kisses down her jaw and to her throat. You give a little bite and suck on it before smooching it. You repeat the process a few more times. Now, everyone will know that she belongs to you—and you her.
Pulling back, you stare down at her. Even with her hair tousled and her black mini-tube dress crooked, she still looks as beautiful as ever.
“Ash…” she breathes out, grey eyes half-lidded and glazed over as she stares up at you.
You shush her softly, bringing your hands to her chest, hooking your fingers onto the edge of the dress before dragging it down, exposing her beautiful breasts. You give them an appreciative grope before leaning down and taking in one of her sensitive nipples in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the nub and you bite down very lightly.
Sasha gasps as she brings up her hands to the back of your head, fingers burying in your hair. You hum lowly in contentment as you praise her body, moving your right hand to the other nipple to make sure it’s not neglected. Sasha moans quietly as you squeeze and roll it in between your thumb and forefinger.
Every soft sigh and sounds you manage to elicit from her sends blood rushing down to your groin. This goes on for another few minutes, and you could’ve done this for hours if Sasha doesn’t snap you out of this blissful trance.
“Please, Ash…” she groans, circling her legs around your hips. “I can’t take it any longer…”
Ah, fuck. It’s now you fully realize how tight your pants feel. Looking down, you notice that the front of your dress pants is tented. You growl lowly as you unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants in haste. Your erection springs out as you pull down your briefs—just enough to free your aching member. You notice Sasha’s eyes snap to it, lust and hunger swirl in its grey depths as she licks her lips.
Well, time to give Sasha what she wants. The hem of her dress has ridden up her thighs, so you help her get out of her underwear instead. Oh, she’s already wet. But still, you decide that you’ll try lubricating your member anyway. You don’t want to make Sasha uncomfortable, or even worse, accidentally hurt her.
You’re about to spit on your palm when Sasha stops you. “Wait! I have lube in my purse,” she says, stretching her arm to try grabbing her purse, which is tossed aside above her on the bed.
Reaching over, you get it for her instead. The small leather purse must’ve cost more than your set of formal suits—not that you can’t afford an expensive suit; you’d just rather spend it on something useful, like weapons or motorcycles. You open the clasp and reach inside, and sure enough, your hand closes on a small tube of lube.
You chuckle, “Already expecting the night to end in this, huh?”
She laughs softly, “Planned it and looked forward to it. Gotta make this boring party fun for you somehow.” She winks.
“Naughty girl,” you grin, giving her a quick kiss on her lips before leaning back and squirting a liberal amount of lube on your dick. A few excess drops fall onto the satin bedsheet but you can’t give a shit about it. “Alright, you ready?”
“Mmhm,” Sasha responds eagerly and you feel her legs pulling you even closer.
Not wasting another second, you ease yourself in her slowly and you hear her inhale sharply. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation. While you can’t really feel the heat of her body, you can still feel her enveloping your member. You stay there for a minute to let her adjust, until she whines in impatience.
Well, there’s your sign to start moving. You consider letting her wait a while longer just as a punishment for her stunt earlier. But in the end, you lack the patience yourself—and the resolve to deny Sasha what she wants.
You start moving. In and out. Slowly at first before quickly picking up pace. The feeling of her walls scraping on your sensitive cock makes you groan in pleasure. Sasha’s own moans are getting louder, almost in sync with your thrusts, which are getting harder and faster each second. Leaning down, you kiss her deeply, swallowing every sound she makes greedily.
No other people should hear them. They are only for you and you only.
For what feels like forever, the two of you are joined, both lost in the throes of your passion until finally, Sasha reaches her peak. Her shriek of pleasure is muffled by your interlocked lips. She trails down her hands, her fingers, which were gripping your back for support now leave scratch marks instead. Her legs tighten around your stuttering hips as you’re nearing your climax as well.
You feel her squeezing all around you and it’s enough to send you over the edge. Groaning loudly as you pull slightly away from the kiss, you thrust one last time deeply before your hips draw to a still and you come inside of her. Not like you have any choice with her legs still locked around you and honestly, you prefer it this way. It never fails to turn you on whenever you think about it.
The two of you are breathing heavily and you lower yourself to lay your head on her still bare chest, feeling it rise and fall under your flushed cheek. Both of you spend the next few minutes catching your breath and winding down from the pleasure.
“We should probably start cleaning up,” you mumble, mind still a bit hazy but somehow manages to remind you that the doors to the bedroom are unlocked and the two of you are not exactly quiet. “Before someone comes barging in.”
Sasha hums softly and you can feel the vibration on your cheek. “Fine. But I’m not going back to the party. My hair and make-up must be a total mess right now.”
You raise your head and look down at her. “You still look as beautiful as ever,” you smile. “But I agree. We should go somewhere else instead.”
She giggles, “Of course, you’ll always take any opportunity to leave a party early.” Pushing you off gently, she starts to sit up on the bed. “Also, you can pull out now,” she snickers.
“Oh,” you say eloquently as you realize you’re still inside her. “Sorry,” you mutter shyly as you pull away, sitting on your haunches.
Sasha hisses softly as your seed trickles out. Looking around, you try to find something to clean the two of you with, maybe some tissues or something, but then a mischievous thought enters your mind. Grinning evilly, you grab the soft blanket and start wiping Sasha clean with it.
“Ash!” she half gasps and half giggles. “Is this some sort of petty revenge for earlier?”
“Hell yeah,” you growl, your lips pulled into a sharp sneer. After Sasha is cleaned, you grab another section of the blanket and wipe your dick with it. You gotta admit though, the blanket must be an expensive one because it’s actually very soft and you can picture how comfortable it must be to be covered in it. Well, unfortunately for Rodriguez, he probably won’t be using it tonight after the party.
Sasha is still giggling quietly in amusement as she tidies up her outfit and hair as best as she can. You tuck yourself back into your briefs and swiftly zip up your dress pants and buckle your belt. As a last ‘fuck you’ to the guy, you wipe your hands on one of his plush pillows.
Sniggering one last time, you get off the bed and join Sasha who is making her way towards the balcony. Oh no, you can already guess how the two of you will leave the party.
“Is there no other way?” you groan.
“Nope. Unless you want me to go back out there looking like this.” She gestures at her body. While it’s true she might look more disheveled than when she first stepped into the party, you think she still looks presentable enough. But then, there might be risks of people dragging Sasha into conversations and you’ll end up wasting even more time in this dreadful party.
“Alright. Lead the way then,” you sigh in defeat. You’re not the biggest fan of heights—in fact, you’re scared of it. But your trust in Sasha eclipses that fear and you know she won’t let you fall.
Stepping out of the sliding glass door, you take her outstretched hand before taking the leap of faith with her as the two of you make your escape into the night sky of Elysium City.