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The wickedness he’d mastered as a younger man has faded over the years, but it hasn’t been snubbed out completely; all it takes is his newest fixation to reignite that fire. The shit 76 pulled back in the day was mere child’s play compared to what he can do now. Once a young man easily set off by the slightest agitation, he’s now an old soldier hardened by the years and countless harrowing experiences. You’re his only reprieve from a world that’s otherwise left him jaded and hurt. For that reason, he will do anything to keep you close to him. If it’s a matter of outwaiting you, he can do it. If it’s a matter of overpowering you, he can definitely do it. His will is far stronger than yours, and he can easily wear you down before experiencing any sort of strain himself.
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You fucked up bad. 76 was clearly not looking to be challenged when he stormed into your room and climbed into bed with you. He wasn’t even gentle or couth about his intentions, ripping off his mask like it was nothing so that he could dig his teeth into the skin of your neck. You should have sensed that he was in a bad mood, should have just gone along with it. But perhaps it was exactly because you realized he was in a bad mood that you were terrified enough to fight against him. Your hand was still trembling from having slapped him, but it was nothing compared to the tremors that travelled all throughout your body as 76 hauled you out of bed.
“I-I’m- ’m sorry,” you stammered, wiggling and squirming in his tight grip until he thrashed you into a state of compliance. He got you to stay still, but you continued whimpering out apologies. “7-76, I’m sorry. P-please, I’ll behave–”
“Enough,” he commanded gruffly as he kicked the bathroom door open and dropped you on your ass. Fearfully, you backed yourself into the corner by the sink and watched as he began filling the tub. When he turned around to look at you, his anger was apparent in his heavy breathing and clenched jaw. “I won’t tolerate disobedience. Seems you need a punishment to help you learn your place.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth to hold back your sobs, knowing that crying would only make his temper even shorter. Like a true soldier, 76’s punishments always seemed to outweigh his benevolence. He seldom rewarded you for behaving the way he wanted you to, but he never hesitated to resort to violence the moment you stepped out of line. Then, after every punch thrown and injury inflicted, he’d gather you up in his arms and tell you that everything he does is out of love for you.
76 shrugged off his jacket and gestured toward the side of the tub with a grunt. “Over here, on your knees.”
You trembled, still frozen in the corner. “I-I…”
Impatient, he growled and stomped on the spot he wanted you in with such force you thought you saw the tile crack beneath his boot. “Get over here right now!”
With a hasty nod, you scrambled to the spot he’d designated and positioned yourself accordingly. You squeezed your eyes shut when he got behind you and you heard his belt being removed. Roughly, he folded your arms behind your back and fastened them to his liking as you stared down at your ragged reflection in the bathwater.
His hand firmly took hold of the base of your neck. “Take a breath.”
You barely had time to process his command before your head was forced beneath the surface of the water. The liquid filled your mouth when you opened it out of sheer surprise, and you started to choke when he didn’t pull you out right away. Panic flooded through your veins as you struggled to contain whatever breath remained. In an effort to still yourself and put distance between you and your current situation, you focused on the sensations that weren’t underwater.
Behind you, 76 had pulled your pajama pants and underwear down your thighs, and you could already feel the tip of his hard cock prodding against your entrance. He pushed into you dry, forcing your mouth open to allow a cry of pain to escape. In doing so, you inhaled enough water to make your throat and sinuses burn as you flailed against the super soldier’s strength as best you could. He held you firm as he worked himself into a slow and steady rhythm.
Just as every fuzzy sensation felt like it was going to go black for good, he pulled your head out of the water and you emerged with a heaving gasp. Your gasp was followed by a moan of pain as he bottomed out in you, finding a pace forceful enough to rock your body forward with each thrust. As you greedily filled your lungs with air, you croaked out, “76, please… d-don’t–”
Abruptly, he shoved you back into the water and returned his focus solely to getting himself off. You tried not to fight him and forced yourself to relax, as moving too much needlessly sapped the breaths you were desperate to hold onto. It was hard to maintain this kind of control, however, when every nudge of his cock against your tight walls made you convulse. Somehow, being under made every sensation that much more intense, amplifying the pain you felt alongside the pleasure of 76’s cock hitting all of your sweet spots with every stroke.
As your punishment went on, 76 made sure to pull you out and give you just enough air before forcing you back in. But the closer he came to finding his release, the less focused he was on allowing you to breathe and the longer you remained underwater. Your fingers frantically wiggled behind you and pressed against his torso to signal for his attention, but you went unheeded. Dimly, you realized the force of his hips against your backside had increased considerably; he must have been too close to focus on what you needed.
You opened your mouth to let out garbled wails. Finally, 76 gripped you by your shirt and hoisted you out of the water, dropping you to the floor on your side. He rolled you over to face him and stood over you as he worked himself over in short, quick strokes. While your mouth was wide open and gasping, he knelt down and groaned as he came directly on your tongue. You didn’t even have it in you to fight him, swallowing down his cum as greedily as you did air.
Breathing heavily for entirely different reasons from you, 76 took a seat beside your weak, shivering body. He looked down and raised a hand to your cheek, gingerly scooping up stray drops of semen and wiping them off on your lips. Timidly, you raised your eyes to his to find that you were being stared at with expectation. You poked your tongue out and licked your lips clean.
Amazingly, you got 76 to smile. It was a small one, barely any different from his usual expression, but you’d practically been trained to sense every change in his demeanor, no matter how slight. You were almost certain that you were back in his good graces, and you were proven right when he grabbed a nearby towel and began gently drying you off. “Good,” he cooed. “You’re a fast learner. Just one of the many reasons I adore you.”