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evilproxxy · 2 days ago

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Guilty

pairing: leland coyle x alice avellanos

rating: nsfw (18+)

summary: Coyle has a score to settle after an embarrassment in the courtroom, and Avellanos is all too willing to reengage her adversary.

tags: hatefuck, blowjob, fingering, squirting, piv sex, degradation, semi-public sex, under-negotiated sexual activity, crack pairing, hc!avellanos

based on Vindicate The Guilty, except Alice isn't just a mannequin - this is just for fun cus I'm addicted to crack shipping, if you're not then that's coooool babyyyy~

"Where d'ya think yer goin'?"

The clacking of high heels on polished stone is replaced by a satisfied laugh.

"Back to work, Sergeant," Alice says smugly as she turns to face the enraged officer, a spiteful smile spreading across rouged lips. "Just like always."

This is all so humiliating. Regardless of Coyle's tireless efforts, no matter how desperately he fights for some kind of justice against this guilty fuckin' bitch, she always manages to escape unscathed. He's had her in this court more times than he can count, and there's always some complication or technicality - usually manufactured and highly questionable - that gets her off the hook. It's infuriating.

"Oh come on now, don't look so sour, Coyle," she croons, pouting with sickeningly sweet mockery. "I'm sure you'll find something you're good at - baking, or maybe cross-stitch - 'cus God knows you're a shit cop."

That hits a nerve. He clenches his jaw, fists balling up at the blatant disrespect. He's dedicated his life to serving his country, trying his damnest to protect it from all the commies and miscreants - and as one of the latter, she has the gall to call him bad at his job?

"Least I ain't gotta rely on anybody to keep me outta the shit," he scowls as he takes a few purposeful strides closer to her. "Musta sucked the skin off the Doc's dick the way he's been pullin' all these strings for you - tamperin' with my evidence, fuckin' over my prosecutor."

She bites, still energised from her latest acquittal and all too willing to take on another fight.

"And what evidence would that be? Because all I saw was a scandalous and baseless accusation that was rightfully dismissed." She's thoroughly amused, relishing the way his jaw flexes indignantly each time she speaks. "I know what it is - you just hate to see a woman win."

He steps a closer again, only a foot or so of thick air still separating them now.

"So self-aggrandising, you can't bear to be bested by someone you consider inferior to you," she purrs, squaring up to him in response. She takes a step of her own, their bodies just shy of touching as she continues to twist the proverbial knife. "I bet it makes your blood boil, being humbled so shamefully in front of all those people."

"You connivin' bitch."

"You're so cute when you're furious."

She reaches a gentle hand up to stroke the rippled flesh of his cheek, and he tries to keep his composure as he stares daggers into her. If looks could kill, he'd be digging her grave already.

"Such an angry little man," she says softly, sweetly, poking the bear with a sadistic delight. "So desperate to prove yourself, aren't you? You're a slave to that recognition you always fall short of receiving."

His pulse quickens, his cheeks growing warmer as she berates him so flippantly. It frustrates him to no end, tying his stomach in knots. "World's full o' corrupted fucks like you. Only so much one man can do."

"Hmm, always lashing out... it's pretty pathetic," she smirks, manicured nails barely grazing down the side of his neck. "You just can't bring yourself to look your own shortcomings in the eye, can you sweetie? I suppose that's why you're always so dramatic and loud, too - must be compensating for something."

"Wouldn't you like ta fuckin' know?"

"Maybe I would," she hums softly, poison in her voice. "But you couldn't handle a woman like me, Leland. You're simply not man enough."

Disgust bubbles in his chest as he seethes at the insult. What's so special about her anyway? Being a sadistic crooked cunt is hardly an achievement in his eyes.

"You ain't got half a clue, honey," he growls, a low rumble in his chest. He reaches up to wrap his hand around her wrist, encircling it firmly. Her expression is unchanged, but he notices the way her eyes darken a shade.

"That so?" She retorts, making no effort to resist his grip. Goosebumps raise on her skin, tingling with anticipation as she continues to push him further. "Because a little birdie tells me you wouldn't even know what to do around a woman with a pulse - you'd rather sit and play with your dolls all day."

He tightens his grip just a touch, but it's enough to draw a soft gasp from between her cherry red lips. There's a flash of excitement in her eyes, and it makes his skin prickle.

"It's true, isn't it?" She says with a small, mocking laugh. "All of your down time's spent with your cock in one hand and a mannequin's tit in the other."

"Yer doin' an awful lotta talkin'," he says with a grunt, displeased at the heat that creeps into his cheeks. "Oughta shut you up once and fer all."

"I'd love to see you try."

She blinks slowly, face only inches from his, eyes hooded with a peculiar kind of lust. She isn't sure what it is that attracts her to the man - whether it's his own undeniable charisma, or the endless entertainment she gets from riling him up - but she'd be lying if she pretended the tension of their adversarial relationship isn't addictive.

He always takes her bait with so little provocation and it draws her in relentlessly, all too eager to watch every reaction - the way his jaw clenches, how his eyes burn through his glasses, the quickening of each enraged breath. It's intriguing and alluring in equal measures.

As far as Coyle is concerned, he hates Avellanos. She's a slippery fucker, always able to evade the long arm of the law he holds so dear, but that only makes the chase all the more enticing. Every time she berates him, insulting his integrity and emasculating him ad nauseum, he finds himself simply aching to prove to her wrong.

And given how she's biting her lip, chest rising and falling a little faster as she bats curled lashes at him, he has a feeling he might just get to.

"Only one way we're gonna settle this, honey."

She flexes her fingers as he keeps a hold on her wrist, feeling a warmth growing low in her belly. "Oh? And what would you propose, Sergeant? Gonna put me over your knee, tell me what a bad girl I've been?"

He slips his unoccupied hand around the curve of her waist, pulling her flush against him. She doesn't resist, only too pleased with the direction he's taking them in. "Somethin' like that."

Lust aside, she still hates the man. He's a pig - a misogynistic chauvinist prick who would never be worth her time under any other circumstances - however that very fact makes the prospect of getting what she wants all the more enticing. To have such a man beg for her, to hear him whine in desperation as she teases him into despair, is a deliriously exciting prospect.

He looks over his shoulder, eyeing the door to an unoccupied office nearby. She follows his gaze, and before he can speak she's pressing her free hand against his chest and pushing in its direction. A knowing, wicked smirk spreads across his lips as he pulls her by her captive wrist, and she wastes no time in following him inside.

Slamming the door closed behind them, their lips meet harshly, almost frantic in their fervour. He releases her wrist and wraps both arms around her body, sliding them roughly over the gentle curve of her back as he presses his hips firmly against hers. Her hands frame his face as she kisses him hard, noses bumping as their tongues wrestle sloppily, lipstick smearing in the process. His hands slide down to grasp at the plush of her ass, bucking his hips against her as she moans into his mouth.

"Never thought... I'd manage to work you up... this much," she whispers breathily between kisses, and Coyle whines in response, pawing at her ass more firmly. The pathetic little sound makes her pulse quicken, and she slides one hand down between their bodies to palm at his clothed crotch, humming in delight as she strokes her fingers against his hardening length. "Need it so bad, don't you?"

"S'all I wanna do..." he grunts, breaking away to start kissing down her neck. "...just fuck the stuck up bitch outta you..."

"Oh yeah?" She gasps, tipping her head back as she blindly fumbles for his belt, dainty fingers tugging at the worn leather as he assaults her neck. "Think you're gonna put me in my place? Think you've actually got a hope in hell?"

He bites and sucks just above the collar of her blouse, leaving a deep bruise on the pristine skin. It'll surely raise some eyebrows in the office, and the thought of her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she shamefully explains it away makes his cock throb painfully. The whimpering sound she lets slip only makes it worse, causing his breath to catch as he licks a stripe over his beautiful mark.

"Gonna fuck you to tears, honey."

Her heart skips a beat as she slips her hand into his pants, wrapping her fingers around his length as it strains against his underwear. "Big boy," she hums, more than a little surprised. Her fingertips can barely meet around his girth, and she relishes in the way his hips jerk against her. "I just hope you know how to use it."

He exhales shakily against her neck as she gives him a firm stroke, sighing in his ear as he continues to grope at her. He brings one hand away from her ass to reach for her chest, digging into the soft fat of her breast through her crumpled blouse. She moans softly but scolds herself for indulging a little too much in his touch, instead trying to focus back on maintaining control.

One hand still wrapped around his cock, she uses the other to press against his chest, pushing him back towards the desk in the middle of the small office. His ass bumps against the edge and he rests back onto it, eyes widening when she drops to her knees. She pulls him completely out of his pants, now able to pump the full unrestrained length of it before slipping him between her lips without a word.

The strangled sound that escapes his throat is electrifying for her, spurring her on as his hands tangle in her hair, loosening the neat updo. She continues to stroke him as her tongue swipes across the underside of his thick shaft - it's a strange sensation, the texture of burn scars feeling foreign on her tongue as she hollows her cheeks around him. He's a little too big to take comfortably but she steels herself, breathing shakily through her nose as she pushes deeper with each enthusiastic bob of her head.

"Now that's fuckin' beautiful," he groans, taking off his sunglasses to get an unobstructed view of the spectacle between his legs. "Shoulda known that mouth could do more than jus' talk shit."

She cups her free hand around his balls and applies a little pressure with the heel of her palm as the other continues to stroke the lower half of his cock, enjoying the obscene sloppy sounds of her work. She's relishing every desperate little whine and grunt that leaves his lips, each strained gasp, the way he bucks his hips up against her - she knows he's enjoying himself, and pleasuring him in such a shameless way keeps her pulse firmly between her legs.

"Dunno why we waited so- fuck... so long for this, honey" he hums lazily, meeting her gaze as she looks up through teary lashes. "Been wantin' to fuck you since the first time you rolled in here."

She pulls him out of her mouth with a slick pop, grinning as she spreads saliva and little streaks of lipstick along his length with each long stroke of her hand. "Never had the balls," she purrs, giving them a squeeze to punctuate the insult. "Needed me to piss you off enough to finally do something about it."

He scowls, tightening his grip in her hair. "Preferred you with yer mouth full, Alice."

She smirks, flicking her tongue against the underside of his leaking head before speaking again. "And I prefer you when you're moaning, Leland. Much better than all that senseless barking you usually do, dumb fucking dog."

She raises to her feet, bending slightly at the hip to continue stroking him as she leans in to press a kiss against his parted lips, tugging at his tie to pull him against her. He kisses back roughly, fingers still tangled in her golden locks as more silky strands fall free from her hair tie. She gasps when his knuckles tighten against her scalp, firmly grasping one handful and moving the other down to tug the hem of her pencil skirt higher up her thighs.

"You gon' let this dog have a lil' fun too, or what?"

She nods, a little too needily to preserve her own dignity, and she parts her legs slightly to allow him access. Still stroking him dutifully, she feels the cool leather of his glove graze against her inner thigh, reaching under her bunched up skirt and tracing a line up to her panties. The breath catches in her throat when he pulls them aside, sliding a finger between her folds.

"Good God, even through the leather I can feel how fuckin' slick you are," he purrs, relishing the way her eyes flutter shut when he brushes his finger past the slick entrance, teasingly stroking around it and enjoying the way it makes her thighs tremble. "Only a whore'd get this wet from havin' a dick in their mouth, Missy."

Her hand slows on his cock as he brushes his fingertip over her sensitive clit, and when she parts her lips in a choked gasp he pushes it inside without warning.

"Fuck, Coyle," she whimpers, and he pulls her head back, latching onto her neck once again to sucking another cranberry bruise into her skin. He curls his finger inside her as he pushes in to the last knuckle, and she bites her lip to stifle a cry. "Jesus, gonna make my legs give out you bastard."

He pushes another finger inside, and she grips his cock hard as her other arm braces against his shoulder. "Thought I weren't man enough fer you, Miss Avellanos?"

"Fuck you."

"Why, I intend to."

He sucks at her neck again, and when a third gloved finger slips inside she tenses up. "Fuck, too much," she pants, stroking his cock once again as she winces at the stretch, the leather thickening each digit noticeably. "Shit, slow down a bit."

"Yer a big girl," he says with a smirk, forcing her head to meet his eyes as her legs buckle slightly. "You can take it."

She strokes her thumb over the tip of his cock and attempts to steady her breathing, trying to focus on his pleasure to distract herself from the way her body is coiling up already - but as he fucks the leather-clad fingers into her at just the right angle, it's not long before she's screaming out.

"Oh, you filthy bitch!"

She comes hard, with a wet rush of heat between her legs. She squirts unceremoniously on his hand, body curling forward as he keeps thrusting up into her, grinning as her thighs tremble uselessly around his hand.

She straightens up just enough to kiss him roughly, drawing in shaky breaths through her nose as he kisses her back just as hard. He pulls his fingers out from inside of her, breaking away from the kiss to lick the leather in an obscene performance. She watches in awe, cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as he lets out a satisfied laugh.

"You were up there battin' yer lashes on the stand, lookin' like butter wouldn't melt," he says with a wolfish grin. "If only they could see ya now, if only they knew what a lil' whore you really are."

"Takes one to know one," she retorts breathily, kissing him again and tasting herself on his tongue as she presses her palm into his chest once again. "Now shut up and move back."

He slides further onto the desk and she climbs onto his lap, skirt gathered around her waist as she straddles his thighs. She continues to kiss him messily, the last of her lipstick all but wiped away in the heat of their spiteful passion. He grips her ass again as she removes the tie from her hair and unbuttons her blouse, exposing the blush across her heaving chest as the last of her once-neat hair falls down her back. She raises herself up on her knees and positions herself just above his cock, bracing herself against his broad shoulder with one hand and guiding him into her with the other.

"Good dogs get treats," she whispers, barely teasing the tip in and out as he tries to push himself up into her. "Gonna be a good boy for me?"

He nods almost frantically and she sinks down onto it, causing him to hiss at the tight squeeze. She lets out a wanton moan, throwing her head back as his lips meet her flushed chest, trailing sloppy kisses over the new unmarked skin. The stretch of his cock is a greater than his fingers, and it makes her breaths ragged as she takes a moment to adjust to his size. As he sucks and bites another possessive mark into the skin just below her collarbone, she takes his cap from his head and places it on her own.

"Suits you," he says with a grunt. "Been needin' a badge to go with all that corruption after all."

She laughs, breathy and a little dazed as she bounces in his lap. "Like the thought of a woman in uniform, huh?"

"Like the way you're cunt's grippin' me even better."

As she continues to ride him, hips rolling with each stroke as she clings to him for support, he reaches up to grasp firmly at her breasts. He pulls the lace brassiere down over the curves, leaning in to suck at one of her nipples, and she lets out a desperate cry when he bites a little too hard. It only spurs him on, the sound of pleasure with a little pain all too arousing for him. She watches through lust-clouded eyes as he licks at the sensitive nub, steel grey looking back up at her as he grins unabashedly. He moves to the other nipple, repeating the gesture as he paws at the plush of her other tender breast.

"Looks like we've found a better use for your mouth too," she pants, a sweat breaking over her body as she fucks herself down onto him. He sucks hard in response, and it pulls a broken gasp from her lips as she mewls at the sensation.

"Had yer fun?" He growls, and it feels more like a threat that a genuine question. She hums a kind of acknowledgment, but she's too focused on the way her walls are clenching around him to verbalise any thoughts. Without warning, he grasps her by the thighs and stands, turning to lay her down on the desk. It's rough and a little clumsy, his cap falling to the floor and a little grunt escaping her lips as her back hits the desk. It's quickly replaced by a loud moan when he begins to forcefully thrust into her, able to set his own pace now.

"Jesus, Leland, fuck!" She cries as he throws her legs over his shoulders, hands clamped to her hips as he pistons in and out of her mercilessly.

"Not man enough, huh?" He growls, leaning forward to press her thighs into her chest. "But yer the one squeezin' my dick like yer life depends on it. You go on and come fer me again, honey. I know you need it."

And she does, a violent shuddering orgasm that has her clawing at his shoulders as she cries out his name. He fucks her through it, his rhythm never faltering as she arches her back off of the desk.

She babbles, not allowed a moment to recover from her climax as he greedily seeks out another. "Fuck, God, feels so-"

"Don't have ta tell me, sweetheart," he laughs breathily, leaning in to kiss her roughly once again. "I know."

He leans back to look down at his cock as it slides in and out of her, one hand around her ankle to keep her knee pushed firmly into her chest as he strokes his gloved hand over her clit. She brings her hands up to tangle in her hair desperately, groaning loudly as she squeezes around his cock.

"Fuckin' fiendin' for it, needy bitch."

"Shhhhut up!"

She comes with an almost pained cry, eyes watering from the overstimulation as her chest heaves, fingers tightening in her hair as she tries to ground herself. His strokes start to grow ragged as he nears his own release, grunting with each stroke as he leans in to press their foreheads together. She wraps her hands around the back of his neck, mesmerised by the intense heat of his skin as a sheen of sweat builds below her fingertips. They lock eyes, and as a tear rolls down her cheek, he flashes her a wicked grin.

"Hope yer on the pill."

"Don't you fucking dare!"

She slaps his shoulder angrily as he comes hard, shamelessly draining his balls inside her while she curses him.

"You shit-eating little bastard! You're lucky I am, else I'd be fucking suing you!"

He barely hears a word of it as he stutters to a finish, chest heaving as he rests on his elbows and keeps her caged in between him and the desk.

"Ugh, you're so gross. Get off of me."

"Aw, c'mon - can't have one more lil' kiss before ya send me on my way?" He sing-songs, thoroughly amused at the appalled expression on her flushed face.

"Get it out of me or so help me God, I'll rip it off."

With a victorious grin, he pulls out, stepping back to allow her some space to begin correcting herself. He tucks his cock back into his pants as he watches her redress, shakily perching on the desk as trembling fingers button up her blouse. He sighs as she avoids his gaze, a blush still lingering on the apples of her cheeks.

"Ya want a smoke or what?"

She hesitates for a moment, chewing on her lip before looking up at him. "I'd kill for one, actually... thanks."

Now in a more suitable state of presentation, she takes the cigarette he holds out to her. With his own hanging from his lips, he leans in close to light both from the same flame. He reaches out to brush a finger down the side of her neck, letting out a little laugh as they both take respective drags.

"Have fun explaining that."

Her hand immediately reaches up to cover the marks he's left there, and she scoffs. "Yeah, thanks for that. Gonna be stuck in turtlenecks for the next week, you dick."

"Didn't hear you complaining."

She takes another thoughtful drag, watching him for a moment before speaking. "Don't think any of this changes what I think about you. You might be a good lay, but I still think you're an insufferable prick."

"Feelin's mutual, honey."

He picks up his sunglasses, putting them on before turning back to her. He reaches out a hand to brush her hair behind her ear, giving her a sly smile.

"I don't wanna be seein' ya back in court too soon. You go on and be a good girl now."

She clicks her tongue, giving him a wink for good measure.

"Not a chance."

#I present thee with some crack #it got in my head and I couldn't shake it off #feel like some of you might fuck with it #yes I sit and stare at her mannequin when I play vtg #she's my wife and I love her #my fics #leland coyle #a bradley avellanos #leland coyle x alice avellanos #crack fic #crack ship #outlast trials fanfic

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