How did I get here? Well, let's just say a certain someone attracted me here. I call it fate. The room has a simply divine taste in decoration and I applaud the person who designed it. Dark wood playing tables and chairs complement the red and dark wood walls. I spy only one table is occupied as I cascade down the slightly curved staircase down into the playing room. The light illuminates some of the massive room and emits a yellow glow. Red curtains a drawn shut to hid the moonlight coming through the massive windows. As I walk to the table smoke hangs around the few men standing and watching like a fog. They're all dressed in black suits with a red shirt underneath, their hair tidy and well kept. I walk around them looking for an opening, circling like a predator around its prey. I stand behind a gentleman whose shoulder I can see over. I take out my fan and let it brush away the cigar and cigarette smoke. I peer at the game; two men playing poker. One is unmistakable the guy my friend described to me, he had a suit on but I know this man was carved by the gods. The other wore a beanie and a scar, a few tufts of black hair stuck out from his beanie. He stands out amongst the men for he does not wear a black suit but a navy blue one. I don't know him but I already admire him.

I look back at the game as it unfolds, my mystery guy won. I put my fans' ribbon around my wrist and clap as the others do. Beanie boy looks mad but doesn't show it, I can tell from the way his lips twitch and his hands clasp tightly together. But then he laughs and it looks as though all his muscles have relaxed, he shakes the rumored to be god's hand and walks out. A mountain of cash and chips-even a cigar- lay on the table ready for their new owner.

"Care to join?" The winner said. All the men look at me now cigarettes and cigars in their hands. I smile, a warm "I'm friendly" smile.

"I would love to." someone pulls a chair out for me at the opposite end of the table. I take my black silk gloves off and place them on a plater that a servant holds in front of me along with my handbag. I finally get a good look at the winner's face. It's handsome and has sharp cheekbones and a pearly white smile.

"I'm Foolish." I pause as I have heard that name among the streets before. I quickly compose myself and hold out my hand. He takes it gently and pulls it to him and gives the back of my hand a light kiss as he looks directly in my eyes.

"I'm y/n," I take my hand back and asses Foolish once more. Suntanned skin, shiny jet black hair, and chocolate eyes. I watched his hands as they sifted through and counted the money. He did it in a manner that made me think he's done it a thousand times before. He has a silver shark wing on his right ring finger. I sat poised in my seat watching him work. Another servant took the prizes and left.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, lady y/n." my name in his mouth sounds like how sweets taste.

"The same goes for you," I pause as his eyes rake over me, "I'm sorry I didn't find your casino sooner, I was getting ready for the new one that's being built." The men around us are starting to whisper.

"Leave us," Foolish says waving his hand. All the men leave including the dealer.

"Y'know Foolish, I am very fond of poker," I say casually as he grabs a deck of cards and shuffles them.

"I'm glad to hear," He smirks and his eyes light up. I was all of a sudden even more excited to hear what his next words are.

"I hope we become very good friends Foolish, you are already a delight to have as company."

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors, what makes you think I like mortals?" I had never thought of this. He gives a quizzical look.

"Well, maybe I'm not a mortal," I look at my nail beds but I can tell he's smirking again.

"Oh, I think we'll become very good friends in no time," He starts to deal the cards out.

"Whats our ante?" I question as I take my cards. I look up at him, his small smile says more than it has to.

"Loser has to remove a piece of clothing," I'm not surprised, "you can back out if you want."

"You've got a deal," I say as I look at my cards and smirk. Poker is a game of pure luck, there's no real strategy to the most common version of the game. I watch as Foolish reveals the flop (three cards) in the middle of the table. I'll keep this round short and sweet, he won. I remove my heels and set them beside my chair. Even though I didn't win I feel victorious.

Foolish abruptly gets up and heads to a drink cart near our playing table, "care for a drink?"

"An Old Fashion will due," I watch him closely as he prepares my drink. We quickly start the next round again after he finishes our drinks. I won, and he takes off his suit jacket and drops it to the floor. I can now see his bicep muscles more clearly, I try not to look excited. He wins the next round again. I hesitate, thinking about which garment I should remove.

"It's your turn, my lady."

"Careful or I might think you want to see me take my clothing off," I smile at him

"Who said I didn't?" I blush a little and take my tights off. He watches as I do so. I win the next round and watch intently as he takes his red button-up shirt off, one button after the other as it reveals his sculptured body. I hear him mumble a remark as he sets up our next game. He wins, with a cocky smile too. I unzip my dress and let it pool to my feet. He looks at every inch of me. I sit back down and try to pull a straight face. Next round he wins. I sigh and stand up.

"Wait!" His chair scraps the floor as he abruptly stands up, and scares me half to death, "may I help." I love that he asks for consent. I nod and watch as his half-naked body gets closer to mine. I'm only wearing undergarments so this situation is a little awkward. My heart pounds softly and my stomach does one too many flips. He leaves an inch or two between us and softly rests his hands on my hips. My lacy black underwear feels soaked. His warm breath feels nice fanning across my neck. It calms my nerves. He finally slowly slides my panties down. His fingers leave tingly feelings behind. He gets them past my hips and works them down my thighs and then lets them drop. My body rushes with adrenaline that feels like electricity tickling my insides. He sits back down as I step out of my panties and sit down.

I win again and he takes off his shoes. I win again and he takes off his socks. He wins and I hold my head up high and take my bra off. I toss it onto the ground.

"Well since we have barely any clothes left the ante can be anything." I huff at the "barely" any clothes part. I was naked. I smiled.

"Good, my ante is... you have to take your pants off," I knew it wasn't the best but it was a start.

"Mine is I'll get to eat you out" my heart skips a beat and my pussy fluters. He says it without hesitation like he's been meaning to say it all this time. I nod and pick up my new cards, I wish I picked something dirtier. He wins. He grins as he walks over to me and holds out his hand.

I take it and stand up, he then places me in front of the table. I lean on it as he squats down and gets on his knees. He helps me get a leg on his shoulder. He spreads me with his thumb and runs a finger down my folds. I almost moaned at the feeling. I bit my lip and held on tight to the table. He licks up my cunt, his tongue feels better than anything I've ever experienced. I moan and Foolish hums into me as he starts sucking. I let out a string of curses at the amazing tingling sensation going through my core. He sucked and slightly stuck his tongue in me.

"Fuck~ fo-foolish," I wish I could say more but my brain feels melted. Foolish keeps working his magic until I climax. Foolish licks up the mess on my thighs and stands up again. My thighs quake more as he flashes a devilish smile.

"I never leave a lady stranded, I'll help you to your seat," he seems genuine and nice. He helps me sit down.

"mmmh~" I moan out as I sit down. I cover my mouth in embarrassment, Foolish looks slightly happy. I mutter a sorry and he nods and goes to his own chair.

"What is your ante this time y/n?" I think carefully

"You have to take me to your bed chamber... and so as I wish." He smiles and sits up straighter.

" If I win, you have to dance for me." Seems fair to me so I smile back. Fate, destiny, or whoever must love me tonight because I win. I can't wipe the smile off my face as I begin to plan what I'll make him do. He stands up swiftly and helps me up from my chair. We walk to his bed-chamber, me naked and him shirtless just roaming the halls forgetting about our game. We reach his door and he lets me in.

"What would you like me to do first, lady y/n?" He bows his head a little. I smile.

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PART 2 SOON I PROMISE!!!!!

I'm obsessed with Mariah Carey's song Fantasy... anyway YOU KNOW THE MYTH THAT IF A GUYS FEET ARE BIG HE HAS A BIG DICK, WELL GUESS WHOS NOTORIOUS FOR HUGE SUBWAY FOOT LONG FEET. if you couldn't guess it's fuckin Dream. I will never know the reason people like me at school... I'm so 'popular' uh huh suuurrreee.(My best friend likes to make fun of me because she thinks I'm popular) What's your favorite movie that came out this year? Mines gotta be Shang-Chi or Free Guy (IM SO EXITED FOR MOON KNIGHT KDHAKHDGAKDH:K)

-Sorry for the paragraph, it's been awhile... Panpas ;-;