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“Yeah? Fine.”
You laugh, but there’s nothing light about it.
“Maybe I don’t want you there anyway.” The words come out sharp. And at this point, neither of you seem capable of anything softer.
For weeks now, it's been like this.
Push.
Pull.
Jealousy dressed up as indifference. Feelings sharpened into weapons because god forbid either of you actually say what you mean.
Poison doesn’t even look up.
That’s the worst part.
They just keep cleaning their blaster, slow and methodical, like you aren’t standing there practically vibrating with frustration.
“That’s funny,” they mutter. “Coming from the most codependent person I know.”
The room goes still. And you actually laugh.
“Codependent?” you repeat, turning fully toward them now. “Oh, that’s rich.”
Still nothing. No eye contact and no reaction. Just that same infuriatingly calm posture.
Like they don’t care.
Like you aren’t clawing yourself apart trying to figure out why they can’t just…
What?
Want you properly?
Claim you?
Love you out loud?
“Oh,” you say softly, and somehow that softness sounds far more dangerous than yelling ever could. “Okay.”
Poison’s hand stills.
“I’ll show you codependent.”
You turn on your heel and head straight for the back room.
This isn’t about the mission anymore. This is about making Poison look at you.
Just fucking look at you damn it.
If they seriously want to act like you wanting more is pathetic?
Fine.
You’ll remind them exactly what not caring costs.
Clothes go flying as you tear through your mountain of clothes like you’re on a warpath.
You’d seen it. Just the other day…
“Come on, come on…”
Shirts fly. Pants hit the floor. And then “Oh, perfect.”
Your grin turns vicious.
Practical stakeout clothes hit the floor. You slide into skin-tight pants that may as well be painted on. An open leather jacket, nothing underneath except bare skin and the delicate chain harness that catches every flicker of light.
No where near subtle.
Good.
Subtle clearly hasn’t been working.
You eye your red thigh-high boots.
Tempting. Very tempting…
But Route 80’s Killjoy-run nightclub may be a party, but this is still technically a mission.
With a sigh of genuine mourning, you swap them for black combat boots instead.
Practical but still hot.
You catch your reflection. Damn… A hand through your hair. Mussed, effortless. Then your eyes land on the eyeliner.
You hesitate.
…oh, fuck it.
If you’re going to ruin Poison’s night, you might as well commit.
A few messy, smudged strokes later, you look less like a killjoy about to go on a mission and more like bad decisions wrapped in leather.
Perfect.
When you step back out…
Silence.
Poison is looking now. Oh, they’re looking.
Their blaster is still in their hands, but they’re no longer cleaning it.
Just staring.
Eyes dragging slowly over every inch of you. And there it is.
That look.
That dark, furious, impossbile-to-miss look that says: Absolutely the fuck not.
Your pulse flutters with cruel satisfaction.
Good.
You blow them a kiss. “Don’t wait up,” Then you walk out, hips swaying, before they can say a damn thing. And you don’t need to look back to know they’re watching.
That’s the point.
By the time you hit your bike, your heart is pounding.
Not from anger anymore.
From adrenaline.
You kick the engine alive, slam your helmet on, and tear off into the desert night.
Fast.
Faster.
You push until the ride is reckless with speed. The wind tears at your jacket, cool air slicing through every hot, tangled feeling in your chest until all that’s left is velocity.
Freedom.
For the first time all night, you can breathe.
Which is exactly why you don’t hear the low predatory purr of the Trans Am pulling out behind you.
Keeping pace.
Keeping distance.
Keeping watch.
The nightclub off Route 80 is exactly the kind of place to bring bad decisions to.
Low lights. Riot of colors. Cigarette smoke. Bass so loud it feels like another pulse under your skin. And there are bodies everywhere. Dancing close and laughing loud.
This was meant to be a stake out. You were meant to watch the owner, learn his patterns.
Word on the street was that he was selling info directly to BL/ind.
But..
God don’t you deserve one night?
Codependent…
Yeah, fuck the mission. You need this.
You need one night without tension.
One night without bickering.
One night without loving someone so much it feels suspiciously like bleeding out only for them to return the favour by telling you they didn’t believe in ‘labels’.
Which was total bullshit. You could spot a lie on Poison a mile away.
So you slide onto a barstool.
“Old Fashioned,” you tell the bartender. “Make it a double.” And, they’re cute. Very cute. And when they wink?
Well. That doesn’t hurt either.
By drink number two, the edges of your anger have gone pleasantly soft. You’re laughing easier. Feeling lighter.
And when a tall cowboy in black boots and an absurd belt buckle appears at your side with a sly, “Howdy, darlin’?”
it’s cliche, but the drawl does something for you.
…Honestly?
Why not.
Sure, he’s not your type. But look how far chasing your type has gotten you.
“Care to dance, cowboy?” you ask.
And soon enough, you’re spinning.
Laughing.
Warm whiskey and flashing lights and easy hands.
At first, it’s exactly what you wanted. Fun, uncomplicated, and harmless.
Until you catch a flash of red hair across the crowd.
Poison.
Watching.
Oh.
A slow, delighted smile curves your lips.
Well… now this is fun.
But.. They aren’t coming closer. Just leaning against a wall. Keeping watch.
Which honestly?
Rude.
So fine.
You escalate.
You lean in closer to the cowboy. Let your hands slide higher. Laugh at something that wasn’t funny.
And oh… There it is.
Poison starts moving. Straight through the crowd.
Eyes dark, Jaw tight.
Absolutely livid.
Finally.
Your pulse spikes.
This is terrible. This is amazing…
But then, the cowboy’s hand slides lower. Too low.
Your body tenses and you swat lightly at his wrist and try to pull back. “Just dancing, sweetheart.”
“Aw, come on now,” he drawls, grip tightening at your waist. “Nobody dressed like this is looking to just–.”
He doesn’t even get to finish because suddenly
He’s gone.
Ripped away so fast you actually stumble.
And there’s Poison.
“You touch them again,” they say, voice low and lethal enough to cut glass, “and I break your fucking hand.”
The room feels smaller and your breath catches.
Because this… This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Poison looking absolutely feral over you.
The guy scoffs, makes a snide comment about how you're dressed like someone looking for a new man.
Poison steps in closer.
“You must be confused,” they say coldly. “So let me help.” Their hand catches your wrist and yanks you behind them.
“Mine.”
oh.
That almost makes your knees give out.
Poison turns to go. Pulling you along with them.
And it’s almost over. But the cowboy just had to have the last word.
“Yeah, you keep your slut. They ain’t worth what a pig could spit anyhow.”
Poison turns back so fast they blur at the edges.
CRACK
Poison’s fist connects with his jaw hard enough to send him sprawling.
You move fast then. Hand’s desperately pulling them back before this can get ugly. “Come on baby.” You whisper tugging at them. Speaking softly like you are trying to tame a wild thing.
Your voice seems to snap them back and they place a firm hand on your wrist as they walk fast. Pulling you out before the situation can escalate further.
You barely keep up, stumbling breathlessly as they drag you outside. The second the club door slams shut behind you they round on you.
“What,” they snap, “the hell were you thinking?”
You blink. Still buzzing and a little breathless. Still a little drunk.
“Honestly?” you say.
Poison looks one second away from combusting.
“Right now?” you grab their jacket. Yank them down just enough to crash your mouth against theirs.
They make a startled sound. Half anger, half shock. And then immediately kiss you back like they’ve been one bad decision away from this all night.
When you finally pull back, grinning and flushed, their expression is wrecked.
“You are unbelievable,” they mutter.
“Mm,” you hum. “You were really hot in there.”
Their eyes go dark. “That what you wanted?” they ask voice turning sharp “make me watch that?” Their hand is at your waist now. Not comforting. Firm and possessive.
“What I wanted was your attention.” You say with a pout. Pulling at a loop on their belt. You don’t want this to turn into a real argument. Not now that you're all hot and bothered.
“Oh you got it, sugar.” Poison’s hand snaps around your wrist, yanking it up just enough to make your breath hitch. “Got his too.” their voice drops. Low and dangerous. “What if I wasn’t there to save you. Huh?” Their grip tightens just slightly. Not enough to hurt. More than enough to make the point. “Did you think about that?”
God.
It’s fucked up, you know it, but the growl in their voice sends a humiliating rush of arousal straight through you.
Your knees actually weaken.
You blink up at them now. Wide-eyed, adding just enough tremble to your lip to make sure they see it.
Poison narrows their eyes immediately.
Yeah… not buying it.
They know you better by now. With an exasperated sound, they release your wrist only to shove you back a step. “Get in the car.”
You cross your arms.
“No.” Because if this is just more fighting? More almosts and not-quites... Then honestly, you would rather turn around and find yourself another cowboy.
And maybe Poison sees that thought happen in real time, because suddenly they’re right back in your space.
“Get. In. The car.”
Your pulse flutters.
“Make me.”
…oh.
The second it leaves your mouth, you know you’ve made a dangerous choice.
Poison’s expression shifts and they move so fast you don’t have time to figure out what it could mean.
Suddenly, you're airborne.
“Hey!”
One second you’re standing, the next you’re tossed over their shoulder like you weigh absolutely nothing.
“Poison!”
They do not answer.
Just march your ass straight to the Trans Am while you kick uselessly.
“What about my bike?!”
“You can get it tomorrow.”
The passenger door swings open and suddenly you’re deposited unceremoniously into the seat.
“Seatbelt.”
You glare.
“No. My bike.”
Poison leans in.
For one wildly inappropriate second, you think they might kiss you.
Instead, they yank the seatbelt across your body with one brutal, efficient motion.
Click.
“There.”
The door slams.
You can hear them muttering all the way around the car.
Something that sounds suspiciously like: “Gonna be the death of me…”
And honestly?
Rude.
You were perfectly capable of handling yourself.
Mostly.
Probably.
Okay, maybe not entirely, but still…
They did not have to swoop in all terrifying and possessive and… hot.
Poison drops into the driver's seat, slams the door, and peels out so fast gravel spits behind you.
Silence.
Heavy silence.
You last approximately twenty seconds before you just can’t stand it and reach over for the radio.
Poison catches your hand midair without even looking. Placing it firmly back in your lap.
“No.”
You stare.
“Why the hell not!”
“Because,” they say tightly, eyes fixed on the road, “I need to concentrate”
“on what? Driving?”
“On deciding what exactly to do with you.” Their jaw flexes “and… coming up with your punishment.”
A tiny, involuntary sound escapes you.
Mortifying.
You can feel your face flush as the words travel straight down to your groin
Oh…
Poison notices. Of course they do.
“If we are going to do this.” they say after a long moment, voice quieter now. More deliberate. “If you insist on being claimed.”
Oh hellll yes
“Then we do it right. Because I will not have you running around like…” their eyes flick over to you and their hands tighten on the steering wheel.
They take a breath and reset
“I wont have you keep pulling shit like tonight just because you want my attention.”
You blink.
“...Right?”
Poison exhales hard, like this conversation alone is shaving years off their life.
“Yes, right.” Their fingers tighten on the wheel. “Meaning before we get anywhere near whatever the hell is clearly happening here” Their eyes flick to you briefly, then back to the road. “You tell me what’s off the table.”
Your stomach drops.
“...What?”
“What are your boundaries?” they ask, like it should be obvious. “What’s a no. What makes you tap out. You tell me now.”
You stare at them.
Then, very quietly “...I don’t know.”
Poison goes still.
“...What.”
You sink lower in your seat.
“I mean–I don’t know what’s even… on the table.”
Silence.
Then Poison groans. Not in a sexy way. Agonized. Their hand actually presses to their temple.
“Jesus Christ.”
You bristle immediately.
“What?!”
“This,” they say, waving vaguely between the two of you like you personally are a natural disaster. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to do this.”
Your stomach flips. Because now you’re scared in a not fun way. Because somehow that hurt.
“I do want to,” you blurt immediately. “I really–Poison, I really, really want to.”
That gets their attention.
You fidget.
“I just…” God. this is embarrassing. “I don’t know enough yet to know what I don’t like.”
Poison’s grip on the wheel shifts. Their voice, when it comes, is less frustrated.
Still intense, but softer. “...okay.”
You glance at them.
“I’ll tell you,” you say quickly. “If we come across something I hate or don't want–I’ll tell you. Immediately.”
Poison is quiet for so long you start to panic.
Then, “No…”
Your heart drops.
But Poison continues “No ‘I’ll just deal with it.’ No guessing. No freezing up because you’re nervous.” Their voice turns razor sharp. “You tell me.”
You blink. “...I said I would.”
“Good. Because if I even think you’re not telling me something…”
Their jaw clenches.
“We need a safeword. It’s already the next step but christ do we need a safeword.”
Your eyes widen “A what?”
Poison actually looks offended.
“Have you seriously never–of course you haven’t” They groan again. “Okay. Fine. We’re doing this now.”
The Trans Am jerks sharply into the diner lot. Fast and a little unhinged. They throw it into park.
“Color system,” they say immediately, turning fully toward you now. “Green means good. Yellow means slow down, check in, something’s off. Red means stop. Immediately. No questions.”
You blink rapidly.
“That’s… actually really smart.”
“I know.” they say shaking their head at you like you are a problem they can’t solve.
And despite everything, you grin.
Poison points at you. “Do not look that pleased with yourself. This is the basics, Sugar. Basic survival.”
“Still hot.”
They close their eyes briefly like you are testing them spiritually. Then their door is open.
“Come on.”
“What–now?”
“Oh, now,” they say darkly.
Your door gets yanked open before you can process that.
“Poison!”
“Inside.”
And when they grab your wrist this time, dragging you quickly toward the diner. It feels different. Not chaotic like before.
Certain.
Like whatever happens next may still be reckless, maybe still absolutely unhealthy... But at least now you’ll know how to stop it.
And somehow?
That certainty makes your pulse race even faster than the danger did.
When Poison pushes the door open you dart underneath their arm and start towards the bedroom area. Eager to get started.
But Poison grabs you by the collar and drags you back causing you to yelp in surprise.
“Not so fast.” They hold you for a second. Studying you through increasingly darkening eyes. “You’re too green for the punishment I was originally thinking of” Poison muses to themselves.
You gulp. Suddenly incredibly nervous “...we are still doing the… the punishment?”
Poison nods. A grin tugging at the edge of their lips.
“Definitely. If you're going to be mine.” They say, patting the top of your head “I need you to be much more well behaved than you were tonight.”
A shiver runs through you. Something about the tone of their voice makes you feel like you are on fire.
Poison tilts their head still watching you. “It will be fun, sugar. I promise.” then they think better of it. “And if it ever stops being fun… tell me what the colors mean.”
You open your mouth to answer but realize how dry your throat is. You swallow for a second then hurry to answer before they can change their mind about doing this.
“Green, good. Yellow, slow. Red, stop.”
“That’s good, baby. That’s so good.” They coo at you and you could swear you go dizzy from the words alone.
You watch as they pull off their jacket and toss it onto one of the booths. Waiting for them to tell you what to do next.
“How do you feel about spanking?” They ask, keeping their tone light.
You scoff at them “Poison, you’ve spanked me before.”
They smile up at the ceiling now. “Honey, I’ve swatted at your ass a couple of times in the heat of the moment.”
Oh….
“Umm.. okay, then… what do you mean by spanking then?”
“I can show you, but... Tell me what you are feeling right now.”
“Horny.” They had said to be honest. And you weren’t exactly shy about this sort of stuff.
They laugh. Bright, and caught off guard.
“That’s good, sugar.” and you can tell they are trying very hard to contain their amusement. “But I meant, what color are you at?”
Oh.
Your face flushes red. “Oh, um… green–definitely green”
“Good.” They reach out and take your hand and lead you towards the worn couch at the far end of the room. “As much as I like this.” They say tugging at your jacket. “I think it will be best if you strip.”
You nod and eagerly start to undress.
“Keep this on though.” They say almost as an afterthought. Fingertips brushing along the silver chain harness on your bare skin. They take a seat at the couch and watch you through heavy lidded eyes.
Once you are standing, stark naked save for the tiny bit of jewelry, you take a step towards them. Eager to kiss them. To touch them. To make it up to them.
“Uh-uh” They say, raising a leg and gently pushing you back with their boot.
You blink at them for a second. Unsure of what to do next.
“On your knees, sweetheart.”
You drop immediately. Earning a genuine smile from them.
God, the things you would do if they would just keep looking at you like that.
“Good.” They say standing now. “Rest your hands on your thighs.” Then he nudges your knee slightly, moving your legs further apart. “There you go. So pretty.”
You feel yourself flush all the way down to your toes.
“Can you sit up straighter for me?”
And it’s like they pulled you up straighter with their words alone because you do so without even thinking.
Poison hums their approval and takes a seat at the couch again. Watching you intently. And from where you sit… God they look delicious. Legs spread wide and fingers laced together pressing just under their chin as they consider you.
“Color?” They ask gently.
“Green.”
They nod a small smirk growing. “I thought so.” They go quiet for another moment before continuing. “This is the position I want you to take at the start of any scene okay, sugar?”
You nod at them. Eager to please.
“If I had known it would have been so easy to make you go sweet like this, I would have given you a safe word ages ago.” Poison says, amused.
You don’t respond. Not sure what they mean by that. And you watch as they pull their driving gloves back out of their pocket and slip each one on. Keeping their eyes trained on you the whole time.
“Come here.” Poison says, beckoning you over with one gloved finger.
You go to stand but then think better of it. You want to be good. So you crawl to them. Earning you a pleased smile that travels straight down to your groin. Poison pats at their lap as you approach.
“Lay across my legs” Their voice has gone whisper soft now. And you do as you are told.
A shiver running through you as you feel the leather of their glove brush over the lush curve of your ass.
“How many do you think that little stunt earned you?” Poison asks as their hand continues to caress your ass.
For a second, you don’t know what they mean but it clicks pretty quickly.
“Uhm… five?”
“Five…” You can hear the grin in their voice. “Yeah, five is a good number. Two for using this little number against me, instead of wearing it for me.” They say fingers tracing at the chain on your back. “And three for dancing with a stranger.”
You're squirming now.
Not sure why, but something about being punished in such a real sense for purposefully riling Poison up has you so turned on it’s impossible to stay still.
Poison isn’t having that though.
They make you go still by pressing their free hand on the small of your back.
“I want you to count every one out loud so I know your present. Understood?”
You nod eagerly, fingernails digging into their jeans in anticipation.
They kneed at your ass cheek making your breath come faster now. Then as they pull their hand away you hold your breath without even realizing you're doing it.
“Breathe” They whisper into your ear. Voice husky in a way you’ve never heard before. You can feel their cock under your tummy. Hard as a rock.
You let out your breath obediently and then
Smack
The first strike lands, pulling a surprised gasp from your lips.
“One” you say voice sounding more strangled than you had meant.
Poison’s hand is back to kneading the spot they had just struck
“Color?” They ask, hand moving to the other side and giving it a firm squeeze of its own.
“Green”
“That’s good, Sugar. You’re doing so good for me.” And the praise has you looking forward to the next one. You would take a hundred spankings if they would just call you good with that tone in their voice after each one.
The next one comes down fast
Smack.
And you can’t help the moan that comes from somewhere deep inside you.
“Two” you say breathless now.
The leather of their glove feels amazing against your skin as they knead the sting away.
Smack
They are alternating sides. Each one comes down slightly harder than the last. Like they are testing your limits.
“Three” you say. Then “harder.”
They make a surprised sound followed by a groan. And you can feel them shift beneath you as their erection strains painfully against their jeans. And it feels like a victory.
“Careful, honey” They say, voice velvet dark. “Or I might start thinking this isn’t enough of a punishment for that little stunt.”
You can’t help but wiggle your ass a little. Taunting them.
SMACK
This one comes as a surprise, making you jump with a little yelp.
“F-four” you whimper
They chuckle at how wrecked your voice sounds now. Hand soft at the spot that’s already turning a lovely shade of red. “Still want it harder?”
“Yes” you hiss. Determined. To do what? You couldn't say. But its exactly what you are feeling right now
Determined.
SMACK
This time they strike the same exact spot. Hard enough to see their hand print start to form immediately.
And the sound that comes out of you is more moan than gasp.
“Five!”
They are pulling you up in their arms immediately.
“Good, so good” They whisper over and over between kisses. And it’s so lovely that you can feel tears threatening at the corners of your eyes.
“Tell me your color, sugar”
“Green” you say through a sniffle.
“I’m so proud of you, honey” they say, kissing at one of the tears that has escaped. And gently caressing the sting away. “We can stop here for tonight. We don’t have to do anything more.”
This causes you to look up at them wildly “No!” You say suddenly desperate “I’m fine, I swear! I want–I want–”
“Okay, okay” Poison says quickly, pulling you closer and pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll give you what you want. Whatever you want. You’ve earned it.”
Your hands move quickly to their belt, like you are afraid they may change their mind. They brush your hands away with a chuckle and undo it themselves. You sit back watching them make quick work of it.
They reach in and pull their cock out and its… lovely.
The head is red and glistening with precum and the vein that runs along the side makes your mouth water.
“Tell me. What do you want?” They are watching you with open arousal now. Like they are trying to figure out what it is that you are thinking.
You lick your lips and finally look away from their dick and up to their eyes just long enough to give your response.
“I… I want you in my mouth,” you say suddenly shy. “I want to make you feel good.”
Poison lets their head fall back with a groan “That is such a good answer, sweetheart” they whisper. “Come here” They reach out to you and you go to them eagerly. Sinking down between their legs into the kneeling position they had taught you.
Peeking up at them and feeling a bolt of pleasure travel down your spine at their pleased expression.
“Go on then, show me how much you want to make me feel good.”
You throw yourself forward. Hands eagerly wrapping around the length of them. And you lap at the head. Eager to taste the precum that still glistens there.
Swirling your tongue around them.
A content sigh escapes your lips as suddenly you feel so, so at peace.
You take them into your mouth now. Easing yourself all the way down until they are hitting the back of your throat. And their quiet moans are pretty much the best damn thing you’ve ever heard.
You swallow around them, trying to take them in deeper and deeper.
Poison’s hands find your head and they lace their fingers through your hair. Pulling down gently. Pressing your face further into their groin. And you can’t help but moan around them. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. You could stay there forever.
It feels like you are drifting in a cloud.
When suddenly they are pulling out of you.
“Enough” they say
And the sudden emptiness in your throat feels like heartache. But that doesn’t last long because just as quickly they are scooping you up and marching you to the bed.
“You’ve earned an orgasm, and I need to be inside you.” They say by way of explanation as they drop you onto the bed.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs for me, sugar” They say, voice low.
You do as you're told. Trembling now from your need. And you watch as they pull off their shirt first, then their pants.
And god.
They are beautiful.
And you are so impatient.
Your hand starts to slip between your legs. Eager for some release.
Poison is on you in an instant. Snatching your hand away.
“Absolutely not.” they hiss. Catching you by surprise. “You touch yourself when I say you can touch yourself” They say eyes staring at you intently.
You nod. Blinking up at them. Waiting for their next command.
They give you a look, like they are trying to figure out what’s going on inside your head.
“Color?” They ask gently.
“Green. So so green”
They chuckle at that “I could ask you to do just about anything right now couldn’t I?”
And you nod. You know that should terrify you. But it doesn’t. You have never felt more at peace.
“You’re a natural, sugar” They say, leaning back and letting their eyes trail over your body.
And you’re not sure what they mean exactly but you stretch out a bit, pleased to hear the approval in their voice. You watch with bated breath as they gather spit in their hand
“Stay still for me,” Poison breathes, hand finding your entrance and circling. Creating the most delicious sensation.
And you can't help it, you lift your hips trying to increase the pressure.
Smack
Their hand lands hard on the fleshiest part of your thigh and you groan. Because god, the sting feels so good.
“I said” Poison hisses as their finger enters you “Stay still.”
And you're trying. You're trying so hard but Poison is adding a second finger and brushing up against the perfect spot just right. You bite your lip so hard with the effort to stay still you draw blood.
And Poison is watching you struggle,
of course they are.
And when they see the blood beading around your clenched teeth they add a third finger as your reward.
“Such a good little slut for me, sugar” They purr, leaning over to lick up the blood. “Mm, you taste so good.”
And god, you're so gone now that your jaw goes slack with it. You want more. So so much more. But you are determined to be Poison’s good little slut so you just clench your fists and practically vibrate with the effort to stay perfectly still.
“I’m going to fuck you now” Poison says, pulling out their fingers and flipping you around. “Don’t you come until I say you can.” They press their hand on your back so that your ass is in the air.
Poison looks at the welt in the shape of their hand in awe and traces it gently. Somewhere in the back of your mind it registers that they are no longer wearing their gloves. Just the bare skin of their hand against your tender flesh.
They lean down and press a quick kiss to the sorest part before lining up the head of their cock to your entrance.
“What are your instructions, sugar?” Posion asks circling their head around
“Don’t come till you say.” You breath out. Hands already clutching at the sheets.
“Good.” Poison thrusts into you all at once leaving you lightheaded and still begging for more.
“From now on” they mutter, leaning over you. Lips pressed near to your ear “you only come with my permission”
And with that, they are rutting into you practically drilling you into the mattress.
Your moans come louder now because you are finally, finally getting exactly what you have wanted all along. And it’s so much better than you could have imagined.
“Answer me when I give you an order.” Poison hisses, slamming into you especially hard. And god you almost don’t answer because you want more of that.
But your need to be good for them wins out.
“Y-yes”
“Say, ‘yes, Poison’,”
Fuck “yes, y-yes Poison.”
You can hear the smile in their breathless moans above you.
“ say, ‘thank you, Posion’,”
“Jesus fuck. Thank you, Poison.” And they are hitting the spot just right with every brutal thrust “god thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyou…”
Poison growls. Actually growls.
They sink their teeth into the soft curve of your shoulder. Thrusting deep into you.
You cry out through the loveliest cocktail of pain and pleasure.
“P-Poison I’m gonna..”
“No the fuck you’re not” Posion says biting down harder. Just shy of breaking skin.
Jesus.
It’s too much. It's all too much.
But you hold on for dear life. Because Poison said no.
Because Poison hasn’t given you permission yet.
“That’s right baby” they breath shifting their thrusts so that the new angle has you calling out every curse you know.
Desperate to hold on.
“Just a little longer,Sugar. You can hold on just a little longer.”
And what they do next is totally fucking unfair.
They reach around to the front and put pressure on the most sensitive part of you.
Pounding into you and at the same time creating the most gentle, loving friction.
A juxtaposition so sweet, it’s goddamn torture.
“Fuck poison” you hiss. Because you can’t hold on anymore
“Just a little longer. Be a good slut for me, just a little longer”
and how,
how can they ask that of you right now?
When it feels like every nerve ending is at the mercy of their gentle hand and hard cock.
You could cry right now
You really could…
But, you can hear it in their own moans.
Growing more desperate.
They are close too.
And that feels like a victory you aren’t willing to lose.
So you bite your lip.
Hard.
And hold on for dear life.
“Fuck… come for me now baby. Come all over this cock.”
Your screams come out ragged as you finally let go. A wave of pleasure sweeps over you so strong you swear you black out for a second.
And when you come to Poison is pressed on top of you.
Spent.
Panting.
Whispering sweet praises
And fuck, youre in heaven.
“Spank me again” you mumble, blissed-out and entirely too sincere.
And Poison lets out a breathless laugh
“Oh, honey” they murmur, pressing a kiss somewhere soft and aching. “You are gonna be so much trouble.”