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slut4thebroken · 2 years 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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x4ver1a · 2 years ago

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I NEED MORE ME9EHWUWHHEW

No Expectations

Summary: y/n now has to navigate new complex feelings with König she didn’t have before.

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🎀Warning🎀:18+NSFW, Rough sex, raw sex, oral sex, language, angst, size kink, praise/degradation etc

Word count: 4.k

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This is part 2 of One night stand

“No.” Ghost doesn’t even bother looking up from whatever document he’s scribbling on.

“Please, I’ll do any other cruel and unusual punishment you have lined up for me.” You plead.

“You don’t get to argue the terms of your probation. König is who you’re training with, no questions asked.” He says through clenched teeth.

“Why can’t I just work with someone else. There’s plenty of people on base.” You reach over snagging a mint from the decorative bowl at the corner of his desk. His eyes follow your movements. It wasn’t like you to not get along with someone, everyone on base either loved you or felt indifferent. Of course there was a handful that weren’t the nicest because of your popularity but König wouldn’t fall into that category. “Why do you want to switch partners? Did something happen between you two?” His question makes your eyes widen remembering how König was balls deep inside you just a few nights ago. Luckily ghost's eyes are locked on the paperwork in front of him. You stand turning your back to him, hiding the hot flush that creeps onto your cheeks.

“It’s nothing like that.” You say with false confidence. The small crack in your voice catches his attention. What was this feeling at the pit of his stomach, a feeling that made his jaw tense and heart pound. He finally looks away from the paper, capturing your gaze with an intensity that makes goosebumps prickle at your skin. He rises to his feet, palms planted firmly on the surface of the desk. “Fine. I won’t pry…I don’t have any other expendable men.” He rasps.

“What about you? It’s just three hours and it’s after work hours. We both know you don’t have a life serg.” You chuckle. If you had X-ray vision you would see the irritated expression under the mask.

“I am your superior. That means I have actual work to do unlike you sorry excuses for soldiers.” He flips through the piles of paperwork.

“That isn’t very nice sergeant, you’ve got to be more pleasant in the workplace.” You tease walking around the office space, touching things as you go.

There is a tall bookcase in the corner that catches your eye. Thick spined books with elegant writing line the shelves. Along with a small cactus and tank figurines, a picture frame stands out. A beautiful brunette woman holding a baby wrapped in a tiny blue blanket , smiles at the camera in a dated looking room. A shadow cast behind you, turning around, you're faced with a huge vest covered chest. He takes the frame lifting it over your head to sit on the top shelf. He smells of gunpowder and a Smokey musk, your back bumps the case as he steps closer. Naturally your eyes close not sure what exactly you were waiting on to happen. His arm retracts holding a black leather covered book with silver embroidery.

“Who was that woman?” You exhale as he steps away walking back to his desk.

“No one.” He flips through the pages, nodding to himself as if he’d found what he was looking for.

“Who was that baby? I didn’t know you had a kid, that must mean you’re married…who would marry you serg you’re so serious all the time.” You plop your butt onto the desk. He shakes his head fighting the urge to add another week to your probation for sitting on his desk. His gaze sharpens.

“The child is not mine.” He says.

“Oh a scandal, who’s child is it? I can’t believe your wife would do that to you sergeant, need a hug?” You open your arms beckoning him forward.

“I am not married. Don’t you have toilets to clean. Get out.” He pushes your hip off his desk.

“We haven’t even come to an agreement yet!” You exclaim, feet hitting the ground.

“Fine. I will train with you just for today if it’ll get you out of my office.” He offers.

“The rest of the week.” You barter.

“Two days.” He responds.

“Four.” You fold your arms.

“Three. Final offer rookie.” He shakes his head.

“Fine, three days is better than one.”

“You’ll be the one to inform König you’re switching partners.” The computer keyboard clicks as he enters something into the database. At this point he had to be getting off to your embarrassment, if looks could kill he’d be a goner. Ghost didn’t tolerate taking the easy way out, if two people had issues on base they would be addressed and resolved quickly. He always said there wouldn’t be war within our army.

“I-fine i'll tell him.” You sigh knowing he wouldn’t budge.

“Good,now leave, I’m busy.�� He waves you off without glancing up.

Three days. That should be enough time for things to cool down between you and König, you think, grabbing a lunch tray. The line moves steadily as the staff ladles today's lunch onto each plate.

You smile at the older lady behind the table, holding out your tray.

“y/n, I’ve got your lunch packed up right here for you.” She bends down grabbing a brown paper bag with your name scribbled on it. She nods apologetically, placing the bag on your plate, peanut butter and jelly again…yum.

“Y/n! Over here!” A cute brown skinned woman with luscious dreadlocks waves you over. Maya. You and Maya enlisted at the same time, basically going through the whole process together. Without her, you don’t know how long you would have lasted here. when you two found out you’d be stationed at the same base it felt like fate intended for you to stay with each other, She’s the entire reason you planned to reenlist. Unfortunately your closeness meant she could see right through you, so you had to find a way to keep her off your trail.

“Hey May thanks for holding my seat.” You sit across from her.

“No problem you’d do the same for me.” She jokes biting into her apple. You unroll the wrinkled paper bag that looked like it could have something illegal inside of it. You pull out a poorly wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich along with a juice box and an orange. Your nose scrunches at the thought of tasting sticky peanut butter and sickly sweet grape jelly again. You look longingly at Maya’s lunch, your stomach growls in envy.

“Peanut butter and jelly again I can’t believe ghost, do you want to trade lunches?” She pushes her tray towards you. You shake your head unwrapping the plastic and taking a bite of your sandwich.

“I like the pain.” You say in a playful tone.

“You’re such a freak.” She laughs rolling her eyes.

The mess hall echoed with chatter from various conversations, every table for lack of a better word, had their own cliques. It wasn’t like some cheesy highschool movie but everyone had their own friend groups they’d break off with during lunch. Guys like Ghost and König didn’t dine in the mess hall so when you see König leaned up against the wall watching you, it completely catches you off guard.

“What’s his deal?” Maya asks not even trying to hide the fact that she was staring back.

“We had a disagreement.” You sip your juice box averting your gaze from him.

“No way, you’ve been telling me how you two were getting along so well. Did something happen? I’ll kick his ass right now.” She says in a serious tone. König stood at 6ft 6inches tall with the body of a tank but Maya was statuesque at 5’11 inches tall with an extremely toned physique. He was strong but so is Maya, she trains with the men for fun. After long days of them making sexist jokes, She loved beating the shit out of them. She can squat 250+ pounds easily so you definitely don’t take her threat lightly.

“It wasn’t like that Maya, this one might be on me. I’ve been avoiding the issue instead of talking it out with him…” you trail biting the sandwich.

“Well then it sounds like you know what to do.” She touches your hand, nodding in his direction.

“Yeah…you’re right. I am a part of the special military forces. I’m not afraid of a conversation.” You shoot up ready to deliver the news of your new partnership with ghost.

Your legs wobble as you walk to the trash, throwing away your tray. You can feel his eyes follow your every move as you snake through the cafeteria full of people. He’s leaning against the wall with one leg, arms folded, peering down at you. His body language was reserved, there was an invisible wall stacked between you two.

“König I-“ you start.

“-We will not be speaking during work hours rookie.” He says coldly.

“König please I-“ he interrupts you again.

“Colonel König.”

“Colonel König. I need to talk to you about something.” You whisper.

“You’ll have to schedule an appointment during my office hours.” His voice is flat.

“You know what, fine, fuck this.” You storm off, fed up with his distance. His hand twitches fighting the urge to reach out and pull you back. Instead he watches as you slip further away from him. Truth is…he was scared. Scared that you’d reject him and that you’d felt everything that happened was just a mistake. He found himself pulling back before you could deliver the final blow. Your departure in the middle of the night showed him what he needed to know about your feelings for him. It was just a one night stand, nothing more…Right? If that was the case why was his chest tight at the idea that he’d just hurt you.

“You’re slow!” Ghost barks as your body hits the mat. You cough, holding your side. He stares down at you with impatient eyes, waiting for you to reset.

“Again.” He orders as you stand rubbing your ribs.

If he was holding back, you’d hate to feel his full power, he could toss you around like it was nothing. With your feet planted firmly on the ground, you step one foot back allowing more range for your dominant hand. Your fists are raised, just as König taught you, protecting your jaw. Ghost swings left punching the barrier of your forearms, it hurts, but your guard doesn’t break. You duck his right hook taking the advantage and hitting him with a quick body shot to the gut. He stumbles crashing into one of the wooden pillars in the training room. You advance keeping your guard up, to his surprise you rush him jabbing the hard material of his mask. One of your weak points was the inability to strike someone when they’re down. If he didn’t have military grade training, the mask would have shattered from the force of your blows. Before that can happen he attacks low, swiping your knees from under you. Your back crashes onto the mat, knocking the wind out of you. You wheeze from the impact trying to catch your breath. Ghost towers over you with both wrists locked in his iron grip. You can hear him breathing heavily, his chest pressing against your with every exhale. Your legs wrap around him in an attempt to get the upper hand, he doesn’t budge as you try to flip his body. He chuckles at your struggle lifting your arms above your head to show off his strength. “Give up.” He pants as you wiggle beneath him.

“That isn’t what you taught me now is it?” Your hips buck against his waist. A tiny whimper escapes his lips, his hand lets your wrist loose to replace it on your leg. His cock strains in the tight confines of his cargos, if not for the thick material, you’d have felt him poking your inner thigh. Utilizing your center gravity, you rock your body using his weight to roll completely over, landing on top of him. Your legs straddle his thighs. without thinking, his big hands grab your waist balancing you.

“Who was that woman in the picture?” He struggles under you, your knees tense, locking him in place. Now he quite literally couldn’t run from the question.

“No one.” He doesn’t budge.

“She must be important if you won’t talk about her.” You implore.

“Since when are we worried about each other's personal lives?” He relaxes, no longer fighting back.

“Whenever I bring it up, you get this pained look in your eye…like something changed you. Like a piece of you is still hurting.” Your voice softens. His heart thumps at your words, he can no longer look you in the eyes. He wanted to fight the urge to let you in, to have you truly know him. No one knew him and that’s the way he likes it . If no one gets attached, then no one would be put in danger because of him. He didn’t trust himself to protect the ones he cared for after what happened.

“She was my mother.” He says finally.

“Was? What happened to her?” You lean down to hear him better, your face inches from his.

“I couldn’t protect her.” his voice was barely a whisper. You both jump as the training room door creaks open.

“Sorry I’m late y/n-“ König freezes with a tense jaw and clenched fist. After the heated moment earlier he planned to apologize for his behavior at practice today. He had decided to conquer his fears and give you guys a real shot. He wanted to confess his true feelings today when you two had some alone time but things just changed. You scramble off of ghost’s lap standing to your feet clumsily. König takes a step back as you approach him.

“This is what I was trying to tell you earlier…me and ghost will be training together for the next three days…” you ramble.

“Right. Then I’ll just leave you two to do your ‘training’.” He backs into the doorway turning on his heels. He wanted to go back there and beat Sergeant Ghost’s face in, break every finger he laid on you. He wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you back home and pound every ounce of anger he had into you. He wanted everyone to know you were his…but you weren’t and he had to accept that. He couldn’t stop you from exploring other options but he wouldn’t sit back and watch either. Ghost sits up watching the whole thing play out, he could see the anger seething off of König. He got the exact same feelings right before a mission, that sense of imminent danger. This was more than some silly fight between the two of you, he realized that now. He realized what you meant to König and now what you meant to him. His heart drops as he watches you run after König, he thinks about calling after you but chokes back the words.

“König please wait!” You yell running behind him. You grunt as he stops suddenly, making you slam into his back.

“What is there to talk about y/n? You don’t owe me anything.” He mutters.

“I know this sounds like bullshit but that wasn’t what it looked like.”

“You’re right it does sound like bullshit.” He says.

“I just needed a break from this…from us. Just for a few days.” You explain.

“You’ve made it painfully clear there is no us.” He snaps. His head shakes as if he wanted to say more but instead he walks away leaving you alone in the hall.

“How was your day” Maya asks, slipping on her purple bonnet.

“Horrible. May, do you think I’m a good person?” You ask, climbing in her bunk. She welcomes you with open arms, stroking your head gently. You nessel into her embrace, finding comfort in her touch. Maya always knew the right things to say, you could count on her to make you feel better after hard days.

“Of course I think you’re a good person y/n. What makes you ask something like that?” She strokes your hair, looking down at you with concerned eyes.

“I just needed to hear it.” she pulls you close, kissing your forehead.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” She states seriously.

“I know.” You sigh.

“Well you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met.” She assures.

“Thank you may I love you.” You kiss her cheek before throwing your legs over the bunk and walking to your bed.

“I love you too weirdo, goodnight.” She rolls over pulling the cover up to her neck.

“Wider.” Ghost orders, slipping two fingers in your open mouth. You suck desperately, wiggling your ass in anticipation. A large warm hand pushes your thighs apart exposing your dripping slit, your back arches as they flick your beating bud. Who? You turn your body and behind you is a half lidded König looking back. His green eyes stare into your soul as he slides a thick finger inside you, pulling it out achingly slow before pumping it back inside again. Your gaze is snatched away by ghost and met with a stiff twitching cock. Clear pre-cum oozes from his flustered tip, using his thumb he gently opens your mouth, sliding his head over the plush of your lower lip. He hisses as you take him in fully, hollowing your cheeks to take him even deeper. You gasp as König stretches you with another finger, stroking the deepest parts of you. Wet squelching fills the space as your pussy drools with arousal. Saliva dribbles down your chin as your head bobs, swallowing as much of him as your body allowed. His head falls back as his tip is met with the back of your warm velvet throat. You gag, making your throat quiver around him, his hips rock sporadically , fingers tangled in your hair. “S’fucking good baby…that’s it you’re making me feel so good-“ Ghost whimpers, head lolling back.

“Ahhh uhn…” You groan, mouth full, as König runs the flat of his tongue up your split, licking away your slippery nectar. His tongue pets your stiff clit, sucking and licking every inch of your inner sex. His five O’clock shadow rubs against your sensitive lips as he pushes deeper, snaking his tongue inside your tight hole. Your jaw goes slack as he tastes you from the inside fucking you with his wriggling tongue.

“Focus on me.” Ghost growls tilting your face to meet his fuck drunk eyes. His hips move aggressively, pounding the back of your throat without mercy. He pulls out admiring the long glistening trail of spit connecting the two of you before thrusting back in.

“Are you ready to take me Prinzessin?(princess)” König calls, planting soft kisses down your back. You nod your head attempting to say yes but all he hears are small moans and gags. He lines himself between your plush thighs, his tip pushes past the barrier of soft skin. You can feel his dick pulsing so close to your needy cunt you begin to whine, you shake your ass hoping to inch him closer. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” He grunts, stroking your inner thighs with his cock. Your womanhood is soaking wet at the idea that these two monsters were using your body to get off too. “Your thighs feel just as good as that pretty pussy between your legs” he moans fucking your thighs. Ghost pulls back, slapping the curved underside of his dick on your swollen blushed lips.

“Are you tired baby, do you want me to cum?” He teases rubbing his head over your smooth skin.

“She doesn’t deserve to cum yet sergeant.” König slams into you with one long stroke. Ghost follows suit, ramming the back of your throat and trapping your screams inside. König grips your waist holding you still as he absolutely rails you, your pussy flutters with each stroke. His curved dick kisses your sweet spot with every thrust, your walls clench around him when he pulls back. Your entrance squeezes his tip, trying to suck him deeper. With short frustrating thrusts, he fucks you using just the tip of his cock.

“You’re so greedy, you already have a cock in your mouth…and you’re telling me you want more?” He flicks his hips rutting deep inside you. His fingers dig into your hips so hard you knew it’d leave a bruise. They rock your body between them using every piece of you to make themselves cum. You hear an audible ‘pop’ as König uses his spit to lubricate his finger before teasing the only hole that wasn’t full. Slapping sounds fill the air as he pounds into you, massaging your tight little hole. Ghost starts moving faster, making tears fall down your cheeks from overstimulation.

“That slutty mouth is begging for my cum isn’t it?” He chokes, his dick spasming in your mouth.

He makes an inhuman noise as he slams into you one final time before shooting thick salty cum down your throat. König’s nails dig into your hips as he fucks you so hard, your stomach aches. He reached around grabbing your throat as his pace picks up…he was close.

“Can’t take anymore p-please König I’m so close” you cry, eyes rolling back.

“I love the way you beg.” He impales you one last time going as deep as your pussy allowed him. His cock trembles inside you as hot cum shoots from his pulsing tip. You fall to the bed in exhaustion, shaking like a leaf.

You wake up to the nagging sound of your alarm. Oh no you think pulling the covers up to your chest.

The sheets were soaking wet, if you didn’t remember last night's dream you’d have sworn you had an accident. Honestly you’d prefer the infamous toilet dream was the culprit but that wasn’t the case here. This was a good old fashioned wet dream. You’ve had your fair share of wet dreams but König and Ghost…you had to be out of your mind. your brain probably used yesterday's events to generate some random dream sequence, it couldn’t mean anything. You stand, quickly stripping the sheets and making your way to the showers to wash off last night’s dream-like fun.

You get dressed and book it to the janitors closet to get a head start on your chores…something you never did. You couldn’t face either of them now, you decide to just bury yourself in your work. How could you talk This out? What would you say “hey I had a dream you two completely dominated me so we can’t chat right now?”. You’d rather die than ever admit something like that. Maybe this was a sign it was time to really think about your feelings. You need to truly understand how your heart works so nobody else would get hurt. You wondered where König was and what he was doing. Was he thinking about you the way you were thinking of him? You move the mop absentmindedly along the tile floor. You felt so safe with König, his laugh could light up a room, he was beautiful inside and out. But something about Ghost intrigued you and left you wanting more. You had to come up with a fair way to get to know both of them without anyone getting hurt.

“Maya, what if I wanted to date two people at once?” You lean over the lunch table so no one else would hear you. She’s quiet for a second, waiting for you to laugh but she sees how serious you are.

“What the hell are you talking about y/n?” She plops an orange slice in her mouth.

“Just hypothetically, how would you go about that?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Well…communication. Both parties would have to have a mutual understanding. Consent is key.” She explains.

“So just show your interest in the idea and inform them of the terms?”

“Right, but the real question is why would you want to do something like that?” She tilts her head.

“First of all it’s hypothetical, and second why should someone have to choose between two people they barely know. Shouldn’t they get the chance to atleast get to know each person.” You take a disgusting bite of your sandwich.

“Well…the person can try being friends with them first. That way there are no expectations.”

“What if they are stubborn and expect an answer right away?” You ask doe eyed. Maya pats your head supportively.

“Then they aren’t the ones for you.” You nod, shooting from your chair.

“God you’re so smart. I gotta go! See you later!” You yell back running out of the mess hall leaving your half eaten lunch.

You burst through ghosts office door without knocking as usual and as usual he gives you an annoyed look. To your surprise König sits at the opposite side of the desk, your guess is he’s being briefed on the next mission. His legs are wide as he leans back in his chair staring back at you silently.

“Great, you're both here.” You start.

“What do you want Rookie?” Ghost asks.

“We need to talk…” König stands, not wanting to hear whatever conversation you had to have with ghost.

“All of us.” he turns back to face you.

To be continued?…

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