One Shots (MxM)

Wenn Has a Bad Day

TW: mentions self harm

Wenn has a s**t day-

Wenn

I can't believe I didn't notice the new dom. It doesn't look like he has a sub and he's extremely cute. Maybe this will be the one that sticks around and thinks I'm worth signing a long term contract for. I believe I'm a good sub, but it seems like nobody wants me for more than a month or two.

It's not that I haven't tried. I've had nearly every dom in this club and I have more experience as a submissive than everyone here except Fizzle.

I signed a contract with Dax when I first joined that lasted a month. Then I signed one with Jasper and August that lasted 3 weeks. Then one with Claude that lasted 2 months, and about 100 one night contracts with Andrew. I signed three 1 month contracts with Teagan back when he'd hop back and forth between Sawyer and I.

He's still doing it too apparently because he slept with me recently when he and Sawyer weren't completely over despite what he told me.

I'm sick of watching other subs get great doms when they don't even deserve it. I do everything I can to do things right and follow directions, but doms would still pick subs like Noel and Elliot over me. It sucks.

Maybe this will be the one though. He's quite attractive and I can tell by the way he speaks with the other doms that he's kind.

I suck up my nerves and walk towards their table. Once I get there, I stop and give everyone a small smile before looking at him. "Can I get you anything sir?"

"No thank you. I appreciate it though." He answers. His accent is a mix of Welsh and Japanese and is so unbelievably sexy that my knees are about to buckle.

"I-I get off in just a few minutes and was also wondering if you'd like to do a scene-"

"No." I turn my head towards the sound of the voice. A younger looking sub glares at me while walking over. He sits right in the dom's lap. "Kiyomi is mine. Go away."

I blush and stutter for a moment before managing to say, "S-Sorry. I didn't know that-"

"He has a sub? Maybe if you'd try having a conversation with the person before throwing yourself at him then you wouldn't have this prob- Ouch! Omi! Why did you pinch me?"

"You're being rude and mean, and frankly, I find it repulsive." His dom scolds before looking at me. "Sorry about him. It's fine really. I appreciate your interest in me but Ramey and I are exclusive."

"Yeah. It's fine. Sorry again." I mumble before turning and walking back to the bar.

God. That's so humiliating. No wonder everyone thinks I'm a slut.

I clock out and go to the bathroom, hoping that I'll be able to cry in peace, but as soon as I walk in, I see Elliot, Noel, and Fizzle all doing their makeup in the mirror.

"Are you crying?" Elliot asks.

I go to answer just as the door opens. "Omi said I have to apologize, so I'm sorry."

"What did you do?" Noel asks.

"He was asking Omi to do a scene so I got jealous and told him to go away and try having a conversation before trying to sleep with someone." Ramey explains.

I feel cornered. It's like being in the movie mean girls. There's popular cliques and then there's me. Neither group wants me and I feel so disconnected to the rest of the subs.

"You tried to get with Hayes when he joined too." Elliot mentions.

That was before they got together.

I didn't even know that he and Hayes knew each other. He was a new dom and I still haven't found one to stick, so of course I wanted to talk to him. As soon as I open my mouth to talk, Noel adds on too.

"And He slept with my brothers boyfriend."

"And he flirts with Andrew all the time even though we're clearly together." Fizzle adds with his usual soft voice.

"What I do in my private time has nothing to do with you. Hayes and you weren't together when I asked him about a scene. The whole think with Kiyomi was just a misunderstanding and I don't flirt with Andrew. He flirts with me."

"Then what's your excuse for trying to steal Teagan? This isn't the first time, mind you."

This is why exhibitonism is a limit of mine. I don't like when people see me this way. I'm not a man stealer or a w***e. I do scenes with a lot of doms, but that's because this is supposed to be a safe and judgement free place where I can express my s****l desires and instead I'm being shamed for it.

"I didn't try to steal Teagan. He asked me to do a scene and he said that he and Sawyer were broken up." I argue.

It's not fair. Noel gets away with so much just because Dax is too prideful to admit when his own sub isn't following his rules.

"It doesn't matter. Stop spreading your legs for every guy that looks your way and maybe we'd like you more." Noel snaps at me.

Elliot usually keeps him in line when it comes to his insensitivity, but this time, he just keeps his mouth shut.

I turn and leave, trying to hold back my tears as much as I can as I make my way to the locker room that the workers get to use. When I look around and see that there's nobody in here, I let myself begin to cry. I wipe my tears and sob softly.

I try my best. I try to be nice and obedient. I try to please the doms, I try to be cordial with the subs and this is still where I end up. Alone and crying like a baby.

I roll my eyes at myself and ignore my tears while stripping out of my uniform. It's just a vest and small shorts, but once it's off, I put on my normal clothes. Black jeans and a red tee shirt with the band name ‘eclipse’ on the front. I grab my things, but when I close the locker, I hear the door open.

"Wenn?"

I turn around to look at Teagan while wiping my tears more. "I think I got something in my eye."

"Right. In both of them?" He walks a bit closer. "What did they say?"

"It's not your problem. You got what you wanted from me."

"Wenn, it's not like that." He argues.

"It is. You only f****d me because Sawyer was mad at you and now you want nothing to do with me, and I'm the one who has to deal with the repercussions. Now everyone thinks I'm a w***e and a homewrecker because you told everyone that we had sex."

"I didn't tell them. I only told Sawyer, but word spread." I roll my eyes and move to go past him, but he steps in my way. "I'll talk to him and tell him to be nicer. They won't say it again."

I ignore him again and walk out ignoring Everyone as I make my way outside and start walking towards my house. I haven't hurt myself in a while. I told Teagan that the scars were from a long time ago but the truth is that it's only been a few months since I last burned or cut myself.

Now I'm itching to hurt. I don't want to rely on a dom for my pain. I just want something to take this feeling away. This feeling that I'm useless and disgusting.

I get snapped out of my own thoughts when I slam into someone, making him drop the plate that was in his hands.

He quickly tries to catch it, but only manages to catch one of the things while the rest fall to the ground. I look closer at the food on the concrete. Tacos?

"Aye, dios mío."

I crouch down and quickly start trying to salvage them, but the man just laughs and takes my wrist. "It's okay, Pecas. At least I caught one."

He shows me the taco in his hand and uses the other to grab my chin, looking closely at my face. "Were you crying?"

"No." I lie, looking at him. He's beyond attractive.

His voice has a hint of a Hispanic accent. He's attractive to say the least. I don't have a type. I don't have a race preference. Just about the only thing a guy needs in my opinion is to be taller than me and have muscles.

"Your face is red, Pecas. I think you've been crying, but here. Tacos make everything better." He holds it up to me, gesturing for me to take a bite.

This is definitely the weirdest interaction I've ever had. "Did you call me freckles?"

"You know spanish?"

"Yes."

"That's very sexy."

I blush and sigh. No. No way am I going to let some guy charm me into bed again. It's not happening.

"Open up." He says with a singsong tone.

I drop my jaw and smack myself internally for the dirty thoughts. This isn't usually why a sexy man tells me to open my mouth.

I take a bite of the taco and hum when I chew it, smiling slightly. "Wow. That was really good."

"Right? Well there's a party two streets down. You know if you make a man drop 14 tacos you owe him a dance."

"Two streets down? Isn't that like..." I train off, trying not to seem offensive as he takes my hand and starts to lead the way.

"The hood? Yes, but don't worry. There's really not much crime there. They just call it the hood because poor Latinos and black people live there. What they don't tell you is that our fiestas are the best parties you'll ever go to."

I laugh softly and nod, letting him lead the way. I've been to countries like Columbia, Mexico, and Ecuador. I've also been taking Spanish since 6th grade so I like to think I'm pretty fluent in it. I even studied it in college, but I've never been to a fiesta before.

"You better not try to kill me because I have a taser." I tell him.

"I would never kill such a cute person. Anyway, I'm Mateo."

"I'm Wenn."

***

The fiesta has been going on for hours. There's all kinds of traditional foods and Mateo has made me try nearly everything. I've talked to a lot of people and his abuela was quite impressed by my Spanish.

Once I finish my 4th taco for the day, Mateo comes over to grab my hand and pull me out of my seat. "Time for that dance, Pecas."

"I'm not really good at dancing."

"Most white boys aren't, but I'll help you." He takes me to the dancing area and spins me around before grabbing my hips. He pulls me back against him, pressing himself entirely against me.

He puts his hand flat on my chest. "Don't think. Feel the music in here and let your body move. Dancing to Hispanic music should be energetic, but still sensual and sexy."

"Okay." I start swaying to the music, and he puts his hands on my hips and guides my movements, having me roll them slowly. He leans in to kiss my neck gently. He takes my hands and trails them up my body and then above my head as my hips keep moving.

Eventually my entire body is moving, swaying and rolling my body sensually like a scene from dirty dancing.

I turn around and put my hands on his chest. "Any more of that and I don't think your abuela would approve."

"You're so beautiful." He brings his hand up to brush his thumb over my cheek. He brushes his thumb over my cheek. "Your little freckles are so cute, pelirrojo."

"I love how it sounds when you roll your r's."

"Can you roll yours?"

I look at his lips while attempting to make the noise. He pulls me against him and laughs at how horribly I failed.

"No. No. Like this. Rrrrrrr." I blush and smile at him.

We go back and forth a few more times before he stops trying to teach me and just kisses my cheek instead.

"I should get you home, baby."

"Oh so I've upgraded to 'baby' now?" I answer teasingly, looking up to see that the sky is turning a lighter blue.

I tell everyone goodbye and get my things and let him start walking me home. We joke and laugh more as I desperately try to ignore the s****l tension that's been building since the moment I ran into him.

He walks me up the front steps to my little townhouse. I type in the code to unlock the door and turn to him, staring into his eyes for a moment.

I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to have s*x on the first date. Hell, it wasn't even a date. I said I wasn't going to let another man charm his way into bed with me.

Don't do it, Wenn. Don't f*****g do it.

I glance down to his lips, staring for a moment watching him lick them.

Fuck it.