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slut4thebroken · 1 year ago

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Lima Syndrome

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Pairing | Red Hood × reader

Summary | Red Hood finds you again and you’re eager to have some more fun. Part 2 of The Assignment

Warnings | HARD KINKS sexual content, 18+, gun play (barely), knife play, blood, stockholm syndrome, threats of violence, degradation, objectification, face fucking, breeding, rough sex, choking, fear play, attempted rape (not Jay), use of the word ‘rape’ several times.

Words | 6k

Notes | please please please read the warnings. (Also- this gif isn’t even slightly related to the fic but it makes me feral so I’m using it)

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 1

After that night, when you scrambled home on shaky legs with his come dripping down your thighs, you wanted to get yourself off. But part of you felt like he would know and be disappointed. So you didn’t. You laid in bed, aching, unsuccessfully trying to force yourself to sleep.

The following morning you figured it was probably long enough that his lack of permission would be void of any power to make you feel guilty. So you grabbed your vibrator and thought of the masked man… The man who had kidnapped and raped you. You flinched at the thought.

And you enjoyed it, disgusting bitch. A voice deeper down pointed out. You ignored it though and came harder than you have by yourself in a long time.

You went about your schedule mostly the same. The only change was now you were always looking over your shoulder, always paying attention to your surroundings, hoping to see him again. You also left the news on every time you were home, waiting to hear something about a man in a red helmet. But it was like he had completely fallen off the face of the earth. There were a few times when a chill ran through your body and you felt like you were being watched, but you never saw anything.

You went out again only a week after your encounter with him. All of your friends were worried about what happened to you but you just lied and said you met someone and went to his place. That wasn’t unusual for you, so they bought it.

They only started to get suspicious when every single time you went out, you’d go home alone. You wouldn’t entertain any of the men offering to buy you a drink or show you a “good time” and they all picked up on the sudden change.

After another week and two more nights out, your hope started to fade. And after a third week and a fourth night out, any lingering hope left entirely. Now you were just sad and confused and guilty.

Maybe it was for the best that he hadn’t made another appearance. After all, nothing could come of this except an accidental attachment on your side and then heartbreak. As if that didn’t already happen, you thought with a scoff.

But although you were doing your best not to think of him all the time, that did not apply to when you masturbated. Obviously. This man was probably going to be masturbation material for the rest of your goddamn life.

You stared down at your phone as you stumbled along the sidewalk. You normally don’t walk alone at night, especially intoxicated, but you had a fight with your friend and you were crying and didn’t want to interact with anyone. It’s only a few blocks anyway.

You were a block away from home when someone grabbed you and pulled you into an alley. They slammed your back against the rough brick wall and you groaned as your vision started spinning from the sudden movement. You felt hands on your hips, sliding up and roughly squeezing your breasts. As you were disoriented, you almost thought it was the man who had been plaguing your every thought for the past month.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

It was definitely not him. His foul breath fanned your face and you tried not to gag. Although, throwing up on his face would probably be a good way to get him off of you. His hands moved back down your sides and he pushed your body con dress up to your waist.

“S-stop.” You whimpered, watching your vision go blurry with tears. You always thought you’d fight in a situation like this. You never figured you’d actually freeze. But you stood there, shaking and squeezing your eyes shut as you willed yourself not to cry. That’s all you could do though. You didn’t grab his hands as they started groping your ass, you didn’t push him away, you didn’t do anything.

All of a sudden he wasn’t touching you anymore. You couldn’t even feel his body heat in front of you. So you opened your eyes and found the man on the floor, his face turning bruised and bloody as your savior beat him. Once the man stopped moving but was still breathing, he stopped punching him and stood up, grabbed a gun from his pants, then shot the nearly unconscious man between his legs. He let out a shrill scream as he cried and you could see the blood soaking his pants and pooling on the floor beneath him.

You stood in shock, pressing yourself to the wall and staring at the man bleeding out in front of you. Once your vision was blocked by a body, you looked up and swallowed thickly. He looked somehow bigger than you remembered.

“Thank-“ His hand was on your throat and you took in a sharp breath as he leaned closer.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He hissed, his voice distorted by the now repaired helmet.

“I- I’m sorry.” You whimpered. You weren’t scared- no, your body had long since been conditioned to know that he leads to an orgasm. Instead, your stomach dropped at the realization that he was mad at you. Disappointed in you. He didn’t move, all you could hear were his angry distorted breaths. You wanted to ask why he never came to see you.

“Were you following me?” Is what you asked instead. You couldn’t think of any other reason that would explain how he knew you were in trouble.

“No.” He took a step back and released your neck. Finally able to move your limbs now, you pulled your dress back down and stepped off of the wall.

“Then how’d you know I needed help?” It was a valid question. It’s not like you screamed or anything, so how could he have known? He didn’t speak for a moment, then pulled you into him by your waist and used a grappling hook to move you on top of the building. He landed effortlessly, still holding you against his body. The second your feet touched the ground, you froze, feeling bile rise in your throat.

“Oh god-“ You muttered, pushing him away, then turning around and throwing up. There wasn’t much because you forgot to eat before going out, but you still wanted to crawl into a hole from the embarrassment. Once the heaving stopped, you groaned and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” You grumbled, wiping your mouth and leaning back up. You reluctantly turned around to face him, but kept your gaze to the side.

“I would offer to take you to another rooftop, but I’m worried you might throw up again.” He chuckled, making you turn to him with narrowed eyes.

“Why’d you even bring me up here?” You asked, crossing your arms and shivering from the cold breeze.

“Well for one to get away from the attempted rapist bleeding out on the floor three feet from us.”

“Saved from one rapist by another. Lucky me.” You deadpanned. You didn’t mean it. And you knew he knew you didn’t mean it.

“I prefer my toys to not be so drunk that they won’t be able to suck me off without throwing up. So you’re safe for now.” He teased and you couldn’t help but deflate at his words.

“Oh.” You said quietly, his rejection making your stomach twist, and not in a good way.

“Princess… did you miss me?” He asked in faux disbelief.

“No.” You scoffed, making him chuckle.

“C'mon. I'm taking you home.” He said, rather than teasing you like you thought he would.

“Didn’t know you were that kind of vigilante. Thought you were more of the… murder and kidnapping type.” You tried to hide your smile by biting your lip.

“Only for you, princess.” He purred. Or, you thought he did. The voice modulator made it hard to tell. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. “Are you going to throw up again?” You knew he was both teasing you and genuinely asking.

“No. I hope.”

He grappled you down to the street, then released you and started walking. You didn’t know how he knew your address but it wasn’t surprising. You stumbled to keep up with his pace in your drunken state and heels.

There was something almost comical about walking down the street next to a vigilante who you just watched probably kill someone.

Once you were outside of your apartment complex he stopped and you waited for him to say something.

“Lock your door when you get inside.” Was all you got before he turned around.

“Wait!” He froze, then turned to face you. “You said you- I thought…” You had practiced so many versions of this, ranging from begging for a reason to yelling at him to never find you again. But now that he was actually here, your mind was just blank.

“Why didn’t you come see me again?” You asked, not even bothering to hide the sadness in your words. He sighed and you bit your lips as you waited.

“I’ve been busy.” He said simply, making your blood boil. You clenched your jaw as you stared at him with narrowed eyes. Instead of giving him a reply, you just scoffed and turned to go into the building. He grabbed your wrist and you froze.

“Keep your window open tomorrow night. Not the one by the fire escape.”

“Fine.” You said, despite the fact that your whole body was buzzing.

The tiny amount of vomit on your shoes and the scrapes on your back were the only evidence that last night wasn’t just a dream. All you felt was excitement, even with the pounding in your head.

You spent the day cleaning around your apartment, even though he most likely wouldn’t even see it, and getting yourself ready. You showered and shaved, made sure you had some food and water in you, and brushed your teeth again.

You weren’t sure what to wear. You didn’t want it to seem like you were trying too hard but also you wanted to put some effort into your appearance. You decided on red lacy panties and a matching bralette with a robe covering you. It was a little on the nose to be honest but you thought he’d like it.

Sitting on your bed, you waited anxiously. You tried to relax, read a book, go on your phone, anything but just sitting here consumed in your thoughts. All were unsuccessful.

It was a little after 1 am when you heard a soft noise from your living room. You perked up, placing your book on the nightstand and staring at the doorway of your bedroom. He walked in slowly, looking around the room before settling his gaze on you.

“You cleaned.” You stared at the whites of his helmet in confusion.

“Um…” How does he know? Has he been in here before? “Yeah?” He chuckled as he took off the helmet.

“That was very thoughtful, princess, but I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of your apartment tonight.” You practically melted at the sound of his voice. After the past month, you started to forget what he sounds like.

“Well, it-“ You cut yourself off as you watched him place his helmet of the nightstand. “It needed to be cleaned anyway, so…” Your voice was already embarrassingly breathless.

“Did you miss me?” He asked again as he towered over you from his position next to the bed. You nodded and swallowed thickly. “Did you miss me… or my cock?” He smirked, taking a step closer to the bed. Your eyes flicked down to his pants and you licked your lips as you thought about him being in your mouth soon.

“Both.” You whispered through a breath, making him chuckle.

“Have you ever thought of trying a shrink? I’m sure they could help you with your Stockholm Syndrome problem.” He teased and you furrowed your brows.

“I don’t have Stockholm Syndrome.”

“No?” You shook your head. “Tell me princess, have you heard about what I do and how I do it?” You just nodded in response. “Tell me what you’ve heard.”

“That you go after criminals and you’re like Batman, only you kill them.” You thought you saw the slightest change in his expression when you mentioned the masked vigilante but it was gone before you could even tell what it was.

“And what do you think of that?”

“You’re making Gotham safer.” You shrugged and he chuckled again. “What?” You asked, looking at him with furrowed brows.

“Sympathizing with your captor’s beliefs and behaviors is also a symptom.” That made you frown.

“Did you come here to psychoanalyze me or are you going to fuck me?” You snapped.

“Oh I have every intention of fucking you, princess. Stand up.” He took a step back and you stood between him and the bed. “Take off the robe.” He said lowly. You obeyed, slowly pulling the tie loose and letting it fall open. You slipped it off your shoulders and it fell to the floor.

“Fuck- look at you, baby. You wear this for me?” He purred. You nodded and bit your lip, watching his gaze trail over your body.

“God- get on your knees.” He groaned and you instantly dropped to the ground. “Take it out.” You eagerly reached for his pants and freed his length, then looked up at him through your lashes to find him already watching you.

“You know what to do.” That was all you needed to wrap your lips around his length and swallow him down as far as your throat would allow. He placed a hand on the back of your head, but didn’t take control just yet. As you bobbed up and down his cock with your hand on the space your lips couldn’t reach, you looked up at him and he let out a low moan.

You pulled off with a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his length and started stroking him. As your chest heaved and you glanced back down to his cock, you wondered how much he’d let you tease him before losing control.

You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked, not going down farther and continuing to stroke him. When you swirled your tongue around it, his hips bucked into your mouth. Pulling off again, you stared at him with a grin, not even trying to act innocent.

“You think you’re being cute teasing me like this?” He rasped, threading his fingers through your hair, but not moving you yet.

“Maybe a little.” You replied coyly. His eyes roamed your face and he looked like he was deep in thought.

“I think you’ve forgotten your place, princess. Just a reminder,” He unholstered his gun and held it to your temple, “I don’t need you alive for this so I suggest you work hard and convince me not to kill you.” He smirked.

Your eyes fluttered as you swallowed thickly. Stupidly, you weren’t scared. You were pretty sure he wouldn’t kill you, it was just to add to the moment… Probably. You glanced between him and his cock, still feeling the cold barrel pressed to the side of your head.

“I think you’re bluffing.” You stated boldly, making his eyebrows shoot up. “I doubt you even turned the safety off.” Your smug expression dropped as he pointed the gun at the wall behind you and pulled the trigger. The safety was indeed off… Your point still stands though.

“Well I still don’t think you’ll kill me.” You shrugged, watching him point it at you again but not press the now hot barrel against your skin.

“Alright, princess. You did call my bluff. I may not want you dead but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy hurting you. Now you either stop teasing, or I make this significantly less fun for you.” You stared at him, the eye contact serving as a silent battle for dominance. After only a few seconds, you huffed and turned your attention back to his cock. You continued your original rhythm of bobbing up and down his length, your hand covering the part you couldn’t reach. He let you do that for a while, then stopped you.

“No hands.” He gruffed. You reluctantly pulled your hand away and continued. Then, after another moment, “I didn’t come all this way for a shitty blow job. Do better.” The criticism twisted your stomach and not in a good way. You tried forcing yourself deeper on his length, taking deep breaths through your nose and focusing on relaxing your throat, but you were still an inch or two away from the base.

Pulling off of him, you panted for a moment then tried again. Once you were almost to the base, he bucked his hips and held your head still, making you gag from the suddenness. He let you pull off him again, waiting as you coughed and sputtered. You looked up at him, feeling your eyes start to water and he let out a low groan, then forced you back on his cock.

He held your head still and fucked your mouth, paying no mind to your gagging and choking. You watched him holster the gun, then his hand was joining the other on your head. He started moving you, meeting his thrusts half way, and your hands clawed at his thighs as you felt yourself getting light headed from the lack of oxygen. You let out a whimper that turned into a gag when his length hit your throat before he finally released you. Taking in a huge breath, you coughed violently.

“Get on the bed. I need my cock in you right fucking now.” He all but growled, using his grip on your hair to pull you to your feet before you scrambled onto the bed, him kneeling between your legs. You let out a low moan when he ripped your underwear, the lace tearing easily, and tossed them to the floor.

Leaning over you, he put his hand on your neck and dragged his cock through your folds, making your hips buck and your breath hitch. He didn’t make you wait long though before pushing in slowly, not stopping until his hips were pressed to yours. You let out a quiet whimper from the somewhat painful stretch and he put his head into the crook of your neck as he breathed heavily.

“How are you still so fucking tight?” He said through a moan, starting to slowly grind his hips. Your hands clawed at his back as you gasped out, struggling to adjust to the intrusion.

“I-“ You cut yourself off with another whimper and he pulled back to look at you.

“You what?” Despite the softness in his voice, it was clear that this was a demand, not a request.

“I haven’t… um- since last time I haven’t-“ You averted your gaze and his hand tightened on your neck in a warning. “I haven’t been with anyone else since before.” You rushed out, looking away from him as your cheeks grew warm. The motions of his hips slowed to a stop and you whined as you moved your hips, trying to get the friction back. His low chuckle made you look back at him as you stilled.

“What?” You asked with a frown after he was silent for a few seconds.

“You haven’t fucked anyone for almost a month?” The amusement in his expression and tone made your frown deepen.

“Well I didn’t think you were gonna take a whole fucking month before seeing me again.” You snapped, then quickly bit your lip to silence yourself. You weren’t worried about him getting mad from you talking like this, you were worried this would be another thing he’d tease you about. His smirk made you realize that that was exactly what he was going to do.

“You poor thing,” He cooed, slowly moving his hips again, and you held your breath as you anxiously waited for the rest, “you get raped one time and now you’re ruined for any other man? I’m not sure whether I should feel proud or guilty.” He smirked and you swallowed hard, throat bobbing against his hand.

“You don’t have to keep saying that.” You said quietly, making him tilt his head questioningly as his smirk remained.

“Why not? It’s what happened.” Before you could speak he continued, “And if you say it’s not, I hate to break it to you, princess, but you definitely should see a shrink.”

“I don’t fucking have Stockholm syndrome.” You spat, way too defensive to seem like what you said was true.

“Right… You were just kidnapped and raped and you wanted to see me again because…?” You looked away from him with a scowl.

You wanted to see him again because, as much as you hate to admit it, he was the best fuck of your life. He truly did ruin you for anyone else. You wanted to see him again because despite his hard exterior, he was still somewhat gentle with you. You wanted to see him again because you were curious about the man under the mask. And while you knew that would almost definitely never happen… you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about it. You have a pretty good picture of his face and cock, but you want to see the rest of him- all of him. You want to know what he’s like when he’s not wearing the mask. Would he still be mean and rough? Or would he be kind and gentle. Maybe he would only be like that with you. That was a thought that made you blush every time.

In the fantasy that you’ve made up in your mind, he would do anything to protect you, he would kill for you, and you craved being the one thing in this world that he doesn’t hate.

You turned your head to meet his eyes again, this time with a fire in your own.

“I wanted to see you again because despite the fact that you’re a grade A asshole, you’re a somewhat decent fuck.” This is your first time ever really being bratty with him. And while you’re scared of the outcome, you’re also really fucking excited. “And if that’s really all you did, then why did you want to see me again?” You raised your brows and he stared at you with a mixture of disbelief, amusement, and what you were praying was fondness. But you probably just made that up.

“Maybe I’m a repeat offender.” He shrugged and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“No.”

“No?” He challenged, but you were more than ready to meet him.

“No. It’s actually called Lima syndrome. Do you know what that is?” You asked, patronizing him. When his gaze hardened and his jaw clenched, you continued. “It’s when an abductor develops sympathy for their captive. Now I’m no expert on sympathy but I’d say not wanting to kill them and saving them while you were stalking them are pretty good examples.” You smirked. He stared at you for a beat as his thrusts slowed to a stop again and you did your best to resist shrinking under his gaze.

“I don’t want to kill you because one, I prefer my fuck toys warm and two, I’m not a necrophiliac.” He said lowly, his words slowly making their way to the knot of arousal building in your stomach.

“And why did you save me?” You asked through a breath. You were both scared and excited for his answer. You didn’t want to give yourself false hope, but you were pretty sure you’re right about this. His gaze flicked between your eyes as you waited anxiously.

“Contrary to popular belief, sweetheart, I don’t just murder people.” You raised your brows and his expression remained hard. “You seem to be under the impression that I care about your well being. Just because you’re more useful to me alive than dead, doesn’t mean-“

“Doesn’t mean what? You won’t hurt me?” You scoffed. “Like you said before, I’m sure there isn’t anything you’ll do to me that I won’t beg you for first.” You said smugly. He stared at you for a moment, then his lips curled up into a smirk.

“Let’s find out then.”

Despite the fact that you stiffened when he grabbed a knife from his pants, you still clenched around him, making his breath hitch. He immediately brought the knife down, trailing the tip over your stomach and up to your chest then back down to do it all over again.

“What should I carve into your pretty skin, baby?” You let out a shaky breath as you embarrassingly clenched around him, again. “Slut? Whore? Princess?” You just stared at him with wide eyes, feeling yourself start to tremble.

“Maybe I’ll carve my name, keep adding letters until you finally guess correctly.” Your brows furrowed as your chest started heaving. “Which one?” He asked, adding a little more pressure on the knife so that it was leaving a trail of pink behind it.

“If you can’t choose, I’ll do all of them.” He smirked and you panicked and blurted, “Your name!” You don’t even know how many letters it is... You could’ve easily picked “slut” but subconsciously you wanted to know more about him. He chuckled lowly, making you blush.

What if he was bluffing? Or worse, what if he lies? After all, his secret identity is secret for a reason. He has no reason to trust you.

“Alright, princess. Five letters. Let’s hope you’re smart enough to figure it out early.” He smirked, then moved his gaze to your stomach. Even though this felt like some kind of foreplay, he was still inside of you. Not moving, just sitting there. But to be honest you were happy about that because the thought of being empty right now feels excruciating. “Ready?” He glanced at you and you nodded nervously. You’ve dabbled in this kink before, but only once has your partner ever actually drawn blood. And even then, it was just a heart, not an entire name.

The stinging in your stomach pulled you out of your thoughts with a wince. You didn’t want to look… but you couldn’t help it. Letting out a shaky breath, you watched as he gently moved the blade down, then up, making an uneven V.

“J.” You said through a breath as he placed a horizontal line over the top. “Jordan?” He brought his attention back to your stomach and you let out a small whimper. You watched as he drew a vertical line down, and then another, making an inverted V. When you squirmed under him, his free hand grabbed your hip and pushed you into the bed, making you release a low moan. It hurt, obviously, but kind of in the same way that it hurt when he stretched you open- it stings and burns but still somehow feels so fucking good.

“If you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m gonna mess up.” He gruffed and your eyes snapped up to his. He was still looking at the task at hand, but you kept staring at him. His face is so… complex. It’s sharp and masculine, but also somehow still pretty. Looking at his eyes again, you blushed when you saw he was already staring at you.

“Sorry.” You said with a sheepish smile, then looked down at your stomach. The upside down V turned out to be an A. “Jackson?” Right? He seems like he could be a Jackson… maybe. You groaned when he moved to continue. You watched this time, hoping to get more time to come up with names after guessing the letter.

“Almost halfway done, princess.” He said, making a small inverted V followed by a long diagonal- S. While you were doing your best to think as hard as possible, the knife and his cock, and just everything about this situation, were making it so hard for you to concentrate.

As he finished, you breathed out the word “Jasper” and whined when he immediately continued. You did your best to ignore the pain in your stomach and the ache in your cunt and watched as he carved a jagged O.

“Jason! It’s Jason!” Despite the fact that this was a statement, it still sounded like a question when you said it. You stared up at him with wide eyes, anxiously awaiting his response. When his lips curled up into a small smirk you breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Good job, princess. But we can’t leave it incomplete… it won’t look right.” The way he said it was as if he truly had no choice in whether or not he continued, and even though you knew that wasn’t the case, the manipulative tone was not completely registering in your already floaty brain.

“Okay.” You said, waiting for him to carve the last letter into your burning skin. You didn’t agree because it would be incomplete, but rather because even though the cuts weren’t deep enough to scar, you couldn’t help but want his name on your body- his whole name. So you watched him drag the knife over your skin- up, down, up. He brought the knife up to his mouth and licked the small amount of blood off with an exaggerated moan. He picked up a drop of blood falling down your side and brought that up to his mouth too.

“You look so fucking pretty, makes me want to keep marking you.” Even though the moan in his voice as well as his words made you want that too… you wanted him to fuck you more.

“…Later?”

“Oh? Did you have something in mind for right now?” He smirked and you nodded. “What’s that?”

“Fuck me? Please?” You whined, getting embarrassed.

“I tell you my name and that’s all I get?” He scoffed and you deflated at his disdain.

“Please fuck me, Jason.” You said through a whimper, canting your hips up to emphasize your words. He cursed under his breath and put the knife away. Grabbing your hips, he sat up on his knees, pulling your lower body up with him. You winced at the skin of your stomach stretching and moving but that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan when he started pounding your hole. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, just started fucking you with almost feral thrusts.

“Fuck- Jason!” You cried out, scrambling for purchase on the sheets below you.

“Don’t stop saying my name, princess.” He said breathlessly, never wavering in his pace. If anything, he sped up and fucked your harder.

With your lower body raised like this, you can see his name perfectly. As a drop of blood started rolling up your stomach, you stopped it with your finger then sucked it into your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. He cursed quietly, then smiled and shook his head in what seemed like amused admiration.

“You know, princess… when this heals, it’s not going to leave a scar.” You frowned at the reminder, even though your future self that wouldn’t have a cock inside her would scold you for letting him do that in the first place. “But that’s okay, it means I can just keep making you bleed everytime my cock is in this tight little cunt.” You let out a choked sob, feeling said cunt aching more and more.

“Fuck, Jason, can I please touch myself?” You whimpered, grabbing the sheets so hard you thought they might rip, just to hold yourself back from touching without his permission. “Please?”

“Go ahead, baby. Make yourself clench down on my cock.” Your hand immediately moved down to start rubbing fast circles on your clit. “Fuck- just like that.” He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

“A-are you going to let me come this time?” You stammered. Each time his hips smacked yours, it punched a breath out of you, making it hard to speak coherently.

“I dunno… you think you deserve it?”

“Please, I- I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh? And how’s you coming gonna make me feel good?” You had no idea how he was able to speak so well even with his heavy breathing. Maybe that’s just a side effect of being a vigilante.

“When I come, I-“ You cut off with a choked gasp at a particularly deep thrust but forced yourself to continue, “it gets really tight.” You said through a breath, trying to force your eyes open to keep looking at him.

“Is that so?” He asked, amused, but you answered with a nod anyway. “Alright, princess, you can come when I say. But if you’re lying, you’re not coming again anytime I fuck you, do you understand?” Despite the fact that you know your body, you couldn’t help but feel your confidence waver.

“I understand.” You whispered, rubbing your clit faster. He focused all of his energy into fucking you now. The punishing pace, his bruising grip on your hips, the fading sting on your stomach, the pressure on your clit- all of it was barreling you toward your orgasm.

“God- I don’t know where I want to come more, in your cunt or on my name.” He said, through a near pornographic moan. You mewled and removed your hand from your clit, feeling too close to the edge without knowing when he’ll give you permission.

“Jason.” You whimpered, rubbing fast circles again, edging yourself.

“Go ahead, princess. Come on my cock, make me feel good.” He rasped and you all but sobbed in relief.

Now focusing on your impending orgasm, you moved your gaze from his name, to his cock, that was covered in your arousal, pushing in and out of you, to his face. His brows were furrowed, mouth open in a silent moan, and pupils blown so wide, there was barely any color visible. You squeezed your eyes shut and cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you. It felt awkward, not being able to arch your back or buck your hips like you normally would, but you quickly forgot about that as he kept pounding you. Distantly, you heard his low moans as his thrusts grew more erratic.

When your orgasm faded, his thrusts quickly grew painful as you became overstimulated. You whined and tried to push away from his but his grip on your hips got impossibly tighter as he started pulling your body to meet his thrusts.

“Don’t fucking try to pull away. You wanted this so fucking take it.” He growled and you let out a choked sob, this time because his words were starting a new knot of arousal in your stomach. He roughly fucked into you until finally he pulled your hips flush with his, letting out a low groan. He was so fucking deep- deeper than you’ve ever felt him and while it kind of hurt, the feeling of hot come filling you up made it fell better. You watched as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, still bucking into your warmth, trying to get even deeper. As his orgasm faded, he slowly tilted his head back down, eyes half lidded and lips slightly parted as his chest heaved.

He sat back of his heels, keeping his cock inside of you as he gently laid you back down. You winced again as your stomach moved, but this time it hurt a lot more without something to distract from it. He stared down at it, brushing his thumb below the jagged letters.

“Is your name actually Jason?” You asked quietly, growing more and more tired. His eyes moved to yours and he stared at your for a moment before looking back down at his name.

“Yeah.”

You wanted to tell him that only an abductor who sympathized with their captor, would tell them their name. But you didn’t want to start anything. This moment right now felt calm, peaceful… safe. Despite the fact that he carved his name into your stomach, you’ve never felt safer than you do right now.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jason.” You said softly and he looked up at you again, his face unreadable. You gave him a small smile and to your suprise, he returned it.

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