"Another, come on. Don’t give up now.“ Hunter‘s voice rings over the blasting music from the club you’re in. Hunter decided it would be fun to go play billiards in an famous club. Now here you were, wearing an black dress, your hair down and your make up done. You’re sitting on an leather couch with an whiskey glass in your hand, watching your husband and his friends play.

He wins the round.

Again.

Sighing in annoyance, his friends agree on playing another round. "Y‘all are sore losers. Stop being pouty and play.“ Hunter murmurs, picking up his cue stick. They get back to playing another round. Your eyes study him, roaming over his lean back, tense shoulders, thighs and back up to the back of his head. He’s wearing an suit that’s showing off his muscles, his face covered by his mask like usual.

In boredom, you set your glass down and stand up, walking up behind him. A cheeky grin forms on your lips, and right as he’s about to win, you wrap your arms around him from behind, making him loose this round. A low growl comes from his throat, and he looks over his shoulder at you. He scoffs and glares daggers at you, eyebrow raising under his mask. "What are ya doing, mm?“ he grumbles, putting the cue stick down and turning to you fully. You simply smirk and let go of him, taking a few steps back before turning and grabbing your whiskey again. You love seeing him get riled up after loosing.

His friends left to get more drinks, leaving you and your husband alone in the room. A low growl comes from his chest, and he gestures with his fingers for you to come closer, his eyes piercing yours. "Come 'ere right f*cking now.“ he mumbles. As you stand up and walk towards him, he bends a little to whisper into your ear, "What was that little move you pulled a few minutes ago, hmm?“ he whispers, his voice a deep growl. He then grabs your thighs and hoists you up, sitting you onto the billiards table. He leans in closer, his hot breath hitting your neck as he pins you there, hands on your thighs.