WARNING: Extreme language and sex. It's Danny Devine, after all.
Prompt - Develle - Call me "Racy Lacey."
He couldn't stand her.
He couldn't even stand in the same fuckin' room with the cunt, with her coy little smiles and the flirtatious batting of her long eyelashes.
Danny Devine was a man who gave no fucks about any whores like Lacey and yet the minx was always at the Rabbit Hole when he was there to collect his monthly loan from the bumbling claw baw of a barkeep.
She thought she was the goddess of the dingy little bar, walking about and attracting each gaze as she'd down a drink or take a shot at pool.
The first time he'd been approached by the stoater of a whore, he'd been barking at the barkeep for attempting to coax him into waiting another month for his payment. She'd managed to leave him speechless.
"Now WHY the FUCK do you think I'll wait another month, you fucking fuck? Oh, reprieve? REPRIEVE. Do you even know WHAT the FUCK a REPRIEVE is?"
"He doesn't, but I do, little spitfire."
Danny recalled looking upon the cunt with wide eyes, his hands no longer trembling with anger, but with pure rage. The bitch had dared to come up and interrupt him? Not only interrupt his loan collecting, but to act so cool and collected?
"I don't care what the FUCK yew know, yew little barfly whore! Take yer smart little mouth and either sook mah dokey or FUCK OFF!"
She'd slapped him after that, not a petite little slap, but one that left a print on his face that formed into a bruise the next morning.
Nobody had ever done such a thing.
Nobody ever spoke back to Danny Devine.
Nobody ever touched Danny Devine.
And yet this little cunt with her hooped earrings and short dresses and pool sticks and shot glasses had done just that.
The following times he'd made sure to terrorize the cunt when she was near him, always resulting in a slap or a wad of spit in his face.
Tonight was different. He'd gone too far, he knew this. She'd simply sauntered up to him as he collected his loans, pleased to see that the idiot barkeep had the cash this time. She hadn't said anything, just stood beside him, leaning against the bar.
"You're awfully calm tonight, Danny, did you finally have a good jerk last night?" she drawled, raising an eyebrow.
His calmness snapped instantly.
"FUCK OFF! Just because yer daddy kicked you out for bein' a little tail doesn't mean ye can try and make my feckin' life miserable!"
Her eyes had been wide. Not only wide, but hurt. Everyone knew about Lacey. Everyone knew about her father who literally threw her out onto the street, shamelessly roaring on about how she was nothing but a whore and would only get money from selling her useless body. And here was Danny, calling her a whore with no reserve. No thoughts.
She stormed out into the cold night, not even giving a smart retort.
And now Danny Devine was following her home. The little bitch never wore a fucking jacket and was bound to get some sort of disease from it.
She refused to notice him. She bounced along angrily, her curvy little ass swaying from side to side, skirt riding up just to the curve of the bodacious thing.
Danny cursed as he felt a few drops of rain patter against his shoulders, followed by harder drops that would have him soaked in no time. If Danny hated anything more than little vixens bouncing about as if they owned him, it was being wet.
And there was little Lacey ahead of him, not giving a single fuck about the rain, simply shrugging it off and smiling up towards the sky. The sight was mystifying. She was like a little water faerie, greeting the droplets like they were her friends.
It was both endearing and irritating."What the cuntybuggeryfucktoleybumshite are you doing in the feckin' rain without a fuckin' jacket you daft cow?!" he roared, causing the woman to stop in her tracks and look back to him with a scowl.
She gave a huff before rapidly clacking over to him in those tall heels of hers, giving him a dirty look as she saw his eyes trail to her legs. "And why the cuntybuggeryfucktoleybumshite do you care, Mr. Devine?" she spat, the rain matting her curls against her face.
His cock gave a shameless twinge at the way her little voice mewled his name and he knew he'd be frantically jerking off in the wee hours of the morning with that same little voice in his mind.
Danny Devine never was smitten. Never. And yet he would've been her twanger in an instant.
This little minx had waltzed her way into his erratic heart.
"You'll get a fuckin' cold then the fuckin' phenomena, and you'll never repay the loan on your feckin' apartment!" he roared, his face inches from hers.
The lass didn't even flinch, not even in the slightest. She smirked at him, shrugging her shoulders. "I think you've got a little crush, Danny," she murmured, bringing her damp little paw up to touch his cheek. "You hurt me, yeah, but I think you're...something else. All the other guys in this town are boring...they're either desperate or pussies, but you...you aren't afraid of anything, are you?"
Danny jerked his face away, giving a snarl as he scrambled to tug his ring of keys from his pocket. "I cannae talk to you in this feckin' rain," he grumbled, unlocking the door to the nearest building, the library.
The lass followed him in, shivering like some damp kitten. She moved in closer to him to press against his side. "I'm cold, Mr. Devine," she complained, her shivering little frame making him shudder something fierce.
"I'm not 'tha cow that decided it would be a smart idea 'ta dress like that," he spat as he locked the door behind them, turning to see the woman standing right before him, so close he could smell the scotch on her breath.
"I said I'm cold, you bastard," she repeated, moving in on him. She pressed herself to him, her chebs firm against his chest, arms sliding around his waist. Danny swallowed a groan, the feel of her thinly clothed little cunt snug against his tack making him lose his resolve to throw the woman from him."Be a gentleman and hold me."
Nobody ordered Danny Devine.
Nobody called Danny Devine a bastard.
Nobody even got this close to Danny Devine.
And yet here he was, wrapping his arms around the trembling barfly, fingers twitching.
"I always thought you hated me, Mr. Devine, but it seems that one part of you likes me," she purred.
It took a moment for the meaning to slip through, and when it did, he swallowed loudly, "A-Ah don't know what..."
She pressed a finger to his lips, a cheshire grin on her face.
She was a nymph of some sort, one of the mermaids that his ma had told him of as a boy that lured sailors into the waters and killed them.
"Mr. Devine, I'm going to stroll over here, and when I've stopped, I expect you to be right behind me, wearing...nothing."
He gave a guttural groan from her words, his fingers already tugging off his jacket. The fucking thing knew she had him tied around her pinkie and he had no clue how he'd ever break free after this.
He undressed, watching her walk across the library, unzipping her tiny dress and letting it pool around her feet.
Danny clutched his stiff cock, giving a groan. The lass wore absolutely nothing beneath her dress. Nothing. Her creamy flesh called to him, practically glowing in the dim light from the street lamps outdoors.
He was upon her in a second, bending her over towards the nearest shelf.
She gave a yelp followed by a giggle, her hands resting upon the lower shelves as she cocked her head back. "Fuck me, Danny," she pleaded, her eyes moving to shoot an appraising little glance at his erection.
She didn't even need to ask twice. He thrust into her like a mad man, starving of thirst or in this case, sex. His spastic little jerks had her crying out, her little voice pleading and pleading for him.
"Faster," she'd plead.
"Harder," she'd plead.
"Don't stop," she'd plead.
Her obvious pleasure from the whole thing had him moving even harder with his thrusts, slamming into the petite brunette with wild eyes, his hands cupping her breasts as squeezing as he snugly held onto her.
He pulled out only to spin her and lay her about the floor, leaning down to resume his fucking of the little wench, moving down upon her to allow the little sex kitten to claim his lips. His fingers worked between her folds, as twitchy as his thrusts.
He knew he was spent when she suckled his lower lip into her mouth, rolling her hot little tongue along it with a little mewl of pleasure. She gave whimpering cry as she released his lip, her body stiffening. She tightened around him, causing him to give a loud grunt and spill himself inside of her tight little cunt.
"FUCK!" He pulled back, looking down upon her as if he'd just discovered a dead body.
"What?" she asked, her voice lazy and "Didn't have fun, Mr. Devine?"
"L-Lacey I 'jus..." he outstretched a hand towards her.
He was feeling guilty. Guilty.
Danny.
Fucking.
Devine.
Guilty.
She silenced him by gripping onto his wrist and yanking him back on top of her. "I like you very much, Mr. Devine. Like, a lot," she gripped his face in her hands, forcing her lips upon his.
His mouth twitched against hers, feeling something other than lust this time, a blustering sort of swelling in his chest. He was gently as he cupped her cheek, returning her lustful little kiss with his own passion of sorts.
"Take me home with you..?" she hesitantly asked, biting her lip with a playful little twinkle in her eye.
"What the hell do you think I am, a monster?" he growled, standing and pulling her up with him.
She looked around them with wide eyes, suddenly laughing. Her laughter was like fucking bells to his ears, something he wanted more of, almost as much as her moans. "We fucked in the children's section, Danny, I think we're both monsters."
He shrugged, pleased that it provided her with a good laugh. "Who the feck reads anyway?"
Lacey smirked, rolling her eyes. "I'll have you know that I'm an avid reader, believe it or not."
Lacey and Danny left the library, his signature maroon-red jacket wrapped around the woman's shoulders and his arm tight around her waist.
"If we're going to be together like this, I have two conditions, Mr. Devine," she informed, eyes shifting to gage his reaction.
"Really now?" he asked, his fingers digging into her side.
"Yes. One, you'll never call me a whore again. Not even when you're fucking me. Same goes for cunt. We're going to work on that potty mouth."
Danny flinched. Telling him to control his swearing was like telling a whor...prostitute to stop spreading her legs. "Not even cunny baws..?" he softly asked, the expression on his face close to the expression of a begging puppy.
Lacey frowned, furrowing her brow. "Dunno what that even means, but sure, sounds cute. Anyway, two, you'll be a proper boyfriend to me. We're not having one of those fuck buddy relationships. I actually want you to care for me like you somewhat like me."
Of course he would do that. He would kill the next fucker that laid his eyes upon her if she asked it of him.
"'Course I will, Lacey" he breathed, looking over to her with a bewildered expression.
Lacey grinned, resting her head upon his shoulder. "Just call me Racy Lacey, love."
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