tw : bloooood, shooting/usage of gun, violence, character death
prev:masterlist : next — 3.0k+ words , not proofread & edited. y/n on her villain arc /j
The warm color of the mansion almost made her miss her childhood. Keyword: almost.
Her huge portrait was still hanging on the wall beside the stairs, family pictures (which included herself, her father and her grandmother) were displayed in some shelves, and everything was still in the same place after all those years. Y/N wondered how her father could live in a house that was so big all by himself, surrounded with countless of maids from every corner of the mansion.
Shealmost felt bad.
“You’ve come to your senses,” The old man spoke as she gazed at his daughter before looking at Daisuke with lazy eyes, “Are you two actually together?”
“No-”
“Yes!.. yes we are..” Daisuke furrowed his brows in confusion and turned to look at the female beside him who only kept her gaze to her father. Her posture was straight—as if she was conversing with a king who could behead her if she did just a small thing the wrong way.
In reality, Y/N wanted to punch her self. Why the hell is she acting like this? The day she left the mansion, she swore to herself not to submit to her father anymore and will do her absolute best to make him rage because of her decisions.
So why was she here, sitting infront of the very man she wanted to disappoint, acting like the naive teenager she thought she already let go off. Why was she seeking validation from the man who practically controlled her life?
Then Y/N realized, that she was just a little girl in the presence of her father. No matter what she does, she still couldn’t face her father with the facade she displayed infront of her friends and co-workers.
Infront of him.. she was just a little bird trapped in his cage, helpless.
Andrew Vigilancio smiled in satisfaction, nodding his head in approval. He straightened his suit before softly smiling at his daughter, gesturing her to talk.
“You came for advice, did you not? Well go ahead.” Y/N was hesitant to speak. Why the fuck was she so nervous? She wouldn’t have realized that she was clenching her fist on her lap if it wasn’t for Daisuke engulfing her hand in his—telling Andrew about the situation of their mission and included every single detail.
Andrew took in the words of the younger man before humming in thought. “The kid is your key in this mission.” he said, catching both detectives’ attention.
“Get into the kid’s good side, then ask him if he knows anything.”
“You’re telling me to interrogate a six year old?” Y/N asked in disbelief, looking at her father in shock.
Andrew exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose before explaining further. “Not straightforwardly. Hints, ask him about the relationship of his father.. and let him open up. If he doesn’t say anything that relates to your mission.. then it’s suicide mission for the both of you.”
Daisuke listened intently and looked towards his partner, who remained silent, not liking the idea of using Damian for the sake of the mission.. but then again, her father’s advice did make some sense. It was either they use Damian as the key for the mission’s success or.. as the older Vigilancio said - a suicide mission. In simple words, ambushing Donovan.
“But that doesn’t matter you know,” Andrew smiled at the two, making both of them confused even more.
“I have a confession to make.”
Y/N and Daisuke looked at each other shortly before looking back to Andrew who now had a serious expression as a shadow loomed over his eyes, looking down on his lap.
“All these years,” he started. “I’ve been working with the Desmonds.”
“Hah?!” Andrew ignored his daughter’s exclaim and Daisuke’s glare.
“I know about everything they’re planning, who’s involved and how they’re going to do it.” The old man looked up as he smiled genuinely at his daughter.
“That’s why I played Judas.” Daisuke widened his eyes in realization whilst the (h/c) haired female beside him was too busy glaring at her father to even realize what he was implying.
“I gained their trust with my name and wealth.. they trusted me so much to the point where I was one of the important people that’ll be involved with their plan.” Andrew chuckled as he paused, looking at his daughter directly in the eyes, green clashing with (e/c).
“Do you get what I’m trying to say, Y/N?” he asked. Y/N was clenching her fist too hard that she could feel her palms stinging as her sharp nails was digging on her flesh. Daisuke placed his hand on top of hers again, clutching it reassuringly.
Andrew took his daughter’s silence as a sign to continue instead, so he did. “They trusted me so much and I always silently laughed at their stupidity.” Y/N’s glare faltered, the clogs in her head turning.
“They gave me all the files of their plan, knowing that I live alone in a huge house. A huge house where I can easily hide the files where no one will be able to find.” Y/N widened her eyes in realization, standing up from the couch and attempted to walk away — wanting to look for the files — but was stopped when Andrew stood up with her, placing his hands on her shoulders and sat her down beside Daisuke again.
“What are you doing-?!” She asked, attempting to stand up once again but was stopped when Daisuke wrapped a hand around her waist to keep her still.
“Stay calm.” He murmured beside her ear.
“Thank you, Kambe.” Andrew smiled at the dark haired male - who nodded silently, softly gripping Y/N’s forearm to calm her down.
“I was the one who told MPD about the Desmond’s intentions and specifically suggested the both of you solve the case. Because, I know that you two would eventually have two keys for this mission.” Andrew lightly laughed.
“Their second son, Damian.. and me.” The (e/c) eyed woman shakily exhaled, leaning on Daisuke’s shoulder as she processed everything that her father is saying.
“I suggested Donovan to take you both as their bodyguards, told them that we could discuss about their plans while the two of you befriended the kid, family photoshoot, does it ring a bell?”
“I was playing as a snake all along, because everything they have in plan is utterly evil.”
“How’d you know.. about their plans?” The woman asked and slowly straightened her posture, gently shrugging Daisuke’s limbs off of her.
Andrew smiled at his daughter’s question. “Ever so the curious little girl. Ever since you were a kid, I’ve had plenty of connections with multiple prestigious families - and the Desmonds are one of them. Donovan contacted me, knowing how much money I make and he wanted to take that as an advantage if I were to be involved in their plans.
Back then I was named the Genius Money Maker. We were, and still are the richest family in the country. That’s that, anytime now they’ll realize I was a snake all along and they’ll come to take my head.” Y/N shot up from her seat and approached her father.
“Then what the hell are you still doing here?! Go flee in another country while you still have the chance!” Andrew chuckled as he stood up and dusted his daughter’s shoulders.
“I do not fear death.”
“I need to use the restroom, excuse me.” Y/N softly mumbled and left the living area as she felt the tension in the room suffocating her.
Andrew and Daisuke were left alone in the room with a heavy and awkward silence. Both males stayed silent, the older one ordering the maids to fetch some snacks while the detective was fumbling with his necktie.
The moment of silence was destroyed by a bunch of shouts from outside. Daisuke was first to stand up and approach a window, he looked through the curtains with narrowed eyes before widening them and taking Andrew’s forearm — dragging him away.
“They found out, huh? Took them long enough.” Andrew whispered to himself as he ran along the tall detective who was thinking of multiple ways to leave the mansion unharmed with the two Vigilancios and the workers.
Speaking of Vigilancios.. Y/N was still in the restroom.
As if the female’s father read his mind, he spoke, “I’ll go fetch
Y/N, stay alive will you boy?” Daisuke wordlessly nodded and momentarily watched Andrew run the opposite way.
“Stop there!” A man from the other side of the hallway exclaimed and immediately fired bullets. Daisuke barely dodged the bullets before entering a room and locking it behind him, clutching his shoulder that was grazed by a bullet. He rushed towards the window that overlooked the backyard of the mansion.
Seems like Donovan’s men had them surrounded. He looked around the room and realized that he was in a guest room, his eyes landed on a telephone and rushed towards it, dialing a number.
Meanwhile, Y/N was washing her face with water as she tried to register everything her father told her. She snapped out of her trance when she heard multiple gunshots outside, making her tense. She didn’t have any weapon with her - nor did Daisuke.
She helplessly looked around the restroom before her eyes landed on the multiple rocks that surrounded the toilet bowl on the ground.
“Fuck it.” And with that, Y/N began taking as much rocks she could take and took her heels off to prepare herself. Heaving a deep sigh, she opened the restroom’s door and presented herself.
And just as she expected, multiple men that were dressed in black were at the other side of the hallway. They began firing bullets at her but it was no use, she was already used to this kind of situation. She waited for them to reload before throwing the rocks she held with all her strength and watched them grunt in pain, others kneeling to clutch their eyes as small rocks were thrown into them.
But that didn’t stop them, so she did what everyone would do.
Run.
She was thankful she knew every corner of the house or else she was fucked. Y/N was glad that she smartly left her heels in the restroom, either way, even if she didn’t she could still run in them - not as fast as she was doing now though.
“Y/N!” On the other side of the hall was her father, outstretching his arms at her with a panicked expression. Y/N grabbed his arms and started to run with him, she looked behind her to see three men chasing them.
What happened to the rest?
Her dad cursed beside her at the sudden realization that they were in one of the hallways of the mansion where there was no where else to go. A dead end in simply words.
Y/N confidently ran to the three men — ignoring her father’s calls — and jumped in the air as her foot made contact with a man’s head. When she landed on the floor, she kicked her other leg in the air immediately and knocked another one and she slammed the other one’s head on her knee when the previous man fell down on the floor.
The three men grunted in pain on the floor. Y/N took a rifle and checked the ammos, seeing that there was barely 5 in them, maybe it was the reason they didn’t fire when she was nearing them. She wordlessly disassembled the gun while one foot was digging onto a man’s cheek.
Andrew helped disassemble the two guns that were on the ground.
“You fight well.” Andrew complimented. Y/N huffed before leaning on the wall to look over the hallways to check if it was empty.
“Save the compliments for later, we need to find Daisuke.” The older man nodded and followed his daughter when she began running again. Y/N shouted her partner’s name, earning her a small slap on the shoulder from her father — telling her to stay quiet.
The female clicked her tongue in irritation before running in one of the hallways to open some doors, hoping that Daisuke was smart enough to hide in one of them, but knowing him - he was probably looking for them too.
“Look out!” Andrew exclaimed as he embraced his daughter in the front and grunted in pain at the sudden sensation on his back.
Y/N’s eyes grew wide as she stared at a person at the other end of the hall, a pistol aimed towards them. Her father’s body grew heavy on her body as the person kept on firing.
“Stop! Fucking- Dad!” Y/N felt tears stinging in the corner of her eyes, the both of them falling on the floor when the older man on top of her was now breathing in air shakily. The (h/c)-ette groaned as she rolled her father’s body off hers, moaning in pain when she felt a bullet pierce through her waist.
Then the gunshots stopped as footsteps faded away. She didn’t bother knowing why and shakily stood up from the carpeted floor that was covered in crimson blood. The only daughter of the Vigilancios attempted to carry her father to one of the opened rooms, practically limping inside as she dragged her father with her.
A sob escaped from her throat as she closed the door behind her and locked it before kneeling down beside her father, cradling him on her lap. The (h/c) haired female look liked an absolute mess - she was dripping in sweat, her hair sticking to her face and her clothes and limbs covered in both her blood and her father’s.
“Dad,” Y/N croaked out, gently tapping the old man’s cheek. The female almost cried in relief when Andrew’s eyes slowly opened. “I’m gonna call an.. ambulance, hm? So stay awake.” She was surprised at how emotional she was.
She told herself back then that if her father was announced dead in the media, she wouldn’t bat an eye at it. But here she was now, holding back sobs with her dying father on her lap.
“Shh, don’t cry..” Andrew spoke as he held his daughter’s cheek with a bloody palm. “Don’t talk dad, hold on.. there’s a telephone here.” As she was about to stand, a soft gentle squeeze on her other hand stopped her.
“There’s no use darling, there are three bullets in my back. Listen to what I have to stay.” Y/N furrowed her brows as she stayed in her position and gently adjusted her hold on her father - wincing slightly when a pressure was pressed on her bullet wound. She couldn’t imagine the pain he was feeling now, three holes in his back as he laid on her knees.
“In my office.. there.. there are multiple cabinets.. in the, in the cabinet that you once.. painted when you were.. six years old, all the files of Donovan’s plan is in there.. the key is in my pocket.”
He attempted to fish for the key hidden in his pocket but the (h/c) stopped him.
“Don’t tire yourself, please.” Y/N cried, wiping a tear that fell down on the man’s cheek. Andrew showed her a smile as he coughed out blood.
“My little girl has grown so much.. hm?” The (e/c) eyed woman nodded at his words, wordlessly spending her last moments with her father that she had claimed she hated. She almost forgot the wound on her waist if it wasn’t for it throbbing in pain.
Andrew coughed out more blood making Y/N shake her head in denial and wiped off the blood in her father’s face with her blazer.
“I’m sorry for everything, my princess.” Andrew spoke, as endless tears escaped from his eyes. Y/N did nothing but nod, letting her own tears fall freely whilst she wiped her father’s tears away.
“Me and your mother are so so proud of you.” Y/N let out a sob but kept on nodding, glad that he was still strong enough to talk.
“Y/N!” Daisuke’s voice was heard from the door as the girl looked up to see him with some other police behind him. The raven haired man froze at the sight of the usual composed and brave woman crying.
Right, even though she was harsh, said mean words, straightforward and blunt, incredibly strong and independent - she was still a human who had emotions that she can’t control.
So he turned around and ordered the other police to search the house before closing the door of the room to crouch beside the
(h/c) haired female. Y/N sniffed as she looked at Daisuke before focusing her attention back to her father.
Andrew was starting to blink heavily, as if he was fighting sleep. He looked towards her, and smiled.
“You have your mother’s eyes.. you look so much like her.” Y/N inhaled as she gulped the forming lump in her throat. Andrew’s eyelids grew heavier as he kept his gaze on his daughter, wanting to see her face as the last thing he sees before he passes.
“It’s okay dad, you can sleep now.” Y/N smiled shakily, caressing his face gently. Daisuke noticed her waist that was covered in blood before gulping as he took his handkerchief from his pocket and gently pressed on the wound, making the female groan.
“Rest well, dad. You deserve it.” The woman’s voice cracked and pressed her lips on her father’s forehead, letting it linger there for longer as tears continued to flow down her cheeks and sobs finally escaping from her throat.
Daisuke kept a hand on her waist to put pressure on her wound to stop the bleeding before draping an arm around the crying female in hopes of calming her down.
“Let it out, don’t hold back.” Daisuke whispered in the (h/c)’s ear as he let her cry her heart out, pressing his lips on her temple and stroked her hair gently.
Y/N cried her hardest that day. The father that she disliked so much died in her arms - he died because of her, he saved her and made her mission easier for her.
No matter how much she loathed her father for controlling her the time she was growing up in the mansion.. he was still the father who raised her; the one who gave her food to eat, the one who gave her a roof to shelter in, and the one who taught her the wrongs and goods.
He was still her father. The only family she had left.
He was her father who worked his fucking ass off just for her. He lost his wife because of her and yet - he didn’t blame her for it. He lost a daughter because of a fight years ago - yet he sacrificed everything for her.
She took him for granted, and now he was gone.
He was still a man who had a daughter to protect, to love. And she was just a little girl who deep down inside, longed for her father’s love and validation.
She was forever his little girl, and he was forever her father. In the end, nothing beats a father’s love.
loid forger is just so attentive to you that the man wrapped up in espionage can even shock himself. he’s attentive, it comes with being a spy, but this was further than that.
he knew your favorite dishes, how you took your coffee, what things made you tick, and what things made your lips tilt upwards into that gentle smile he found himself longing for.
it was all fake, he’d tell himself over and over again, but he still needed you to stick by his side for just a little longer, so loid forger would divulge in his guilty pleasures just a little more than one would need to.
his words were honeyed, sweet as they rolled off the tip of his tongue, the same voice he’d use to extract information from somebody he held at gunpoint, but here, he wanted to see you shaking in his hands as he lapped up whatever you had to offer him.
“come on darlin’,”loid would say with a tilt in his words, his eyes just too dark for somebody who’d be who he says he is, as his thumb circled your little nub as your eyes rolled back, “just a little longer, yeah?” and he’d promise you your release, but it had been hours since he’d been going at it and even in your hazy state you doubted he’d be giving it up this early
“y-you’re bein’ u-unfair loid,” you’d whine out, voice breathy as it caught in the back of your throat as he applied a bit more pressure on your clit, his fingers quickening their pace as they pumped in and out of you, “i’d never do this to you,” and he knew you’d never deny him anything.
he’d coo, unlikely of a man of his status, as he pressed a searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, looking up at you through his lashes as he smiled into your doughy skin.
“i know darlin’, i know,” his thumb doesn’t stop its movement, and he curls his fingers justright so that they hit that spongy spot that made your toes curls and mouth slack open, “you’re bein’ such a sweet girl for me, y'know?” and you’d nod helplessly at him, hoping that if you do the right thing he’d give you what you want.
and just as you felt your chest heaivng more, your stomach tightening as the pressure was going to burst, you felt his movements stop, his thumb stilled on your clit and his fingers left your puffy walls.
“l-loid!”you’d cry out, the already dried tears on your cheek fueling his fire as his eyes darkened even more, “p-please!” you couldn’t even form a sentence at this point, too dumb to even realize that he was getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
“i promise y/n, just a little more,” his thumb brushed away at your fresh tears as it traveled down to your mouth, pushing past your plump lips as he pressed down on your tongue, “wanna feel ya’ round me, okay?”
and you could only nod at loidand give him a wobbly smile as he pushed past your tight walls, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you cried out his name, giving in to whatever he wanted because you were just too fuckin’ sweet to say no.
loid forger is just so attentive to you that the man wrapped up in espionage can even shock himself. he’s attentive, it comes with being a spy, but this was further than that.
he knew your favorite dishes, how you took your coffee, what things made you tick, and what things made your lips tilt upwards into that gentle smile he found himself longing for.
it was all fake, he’d tell himself over and over again, but he still needed you to stick by his side for just a little longer, so loid forger would divulge in his guilty pleasures just a little more than one would need to.
his words were honeyed, sweet as they rolled off the tip of his tongue, the same voice he’d use to extract information from somebody he held at gunpoint, but here, he wanted to see you shaking in his hands as he lapped up whatever you had to offer him.
“come on darlin’,”loid would say with a tilt in his words, his eyes just too dark for somebody who’d be who he says he is, as his thumb circled your little nub as your eyes rolled back, “just a little longer, yeah?” and he’d promise you your release, but it had been hours since he’d been going at it and even in your hazy state you doubted he’d be giving it up this early
“y-you’re bein’ u-unfair loid,” you’d whine out, voice breathy as it caught in the back of your throat as he applied a bit more pressure on your clit, his fingers quickening their pace as they pumped in and out of you, “i’d never do this to you,” and he knew you’d never deny him anything.
he’d coo, unlikely of a man of his status, as he pressed a searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, looking up at you through his lashes as he smiled into your doughy skin.
“i know darlin’, i know,” his thumb doesn’t stop its movement, and he curls his fingers justright so that they hit that spongy spot that made your toes curls and mouth slack open, “you’re bein’ such a sweet girl for me, y'know?” and you’d nod helplessly at him, hoping that if you do the right thing he’d give you what you want.
and just as you felt your chest heaivng more, your stomach tightening as the pressure was going to burst, you felt his movements stop, his thumb stilled on your clit and his fingers left your puffy walls.
“l-loid!”you’d cry out, the already dried tears on your cheek fueling his fire as his eyes darkened even more, “p-please!” you couldn’t even form a sentence at this point, too dumb to even realize that he was getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
“i promise y/n, just a little more,” his thumb brushed away at your fresh tears as it traveled down to your mouth, pushing past your plump lips as he pressed down on your tongue, “wanna feel ya’ round me, okay?”
and you could only nod at loidand give him a wobbly smile as he pushed past your tight walls, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you cried out his name, giving in to whatever he wanted because you were just too fuckin’ sweet to say no.
loid forger is just so attentive to you that the man wrapped up in espionage can even shock himself. he’s attentive, it comes with being a spy, but this was further than that.
he knew your favorite dishes, how you took your coffee, what things made you tick, and what things made your lips tilt upwards into that gentle smile he found himself longing for.
it was all fake, he’d tell himself over and over again, but he still needed you to stick by his side for just a little longer, so loid forger would divulge in his guilty pleasures just a little more than one would need to.
his words were honeyed, sweet as they rolled off the tip of his tongue, the same voice he’d use to extract information from somebody he held at gunpoint, but here, he wanted to see you shaking in his hands as he lapped up whatever you had to offer him.
“come on darlin’,”loid would say with a tilt in his words, his eyes just too dark for somebody who’d be who he says he is, as his thumb circled your little nub as your eyes rolled back, “just a little longer, yeah?” and he’d promise you your release, but it had been hours since he’d been going at it and even in your hazy state you doubted he’d be giving it up this early
“y-you’re bein’ u-unfair loid,” you’d whine out, voice breathy as it caught in the back of your throat as he applied a bit more pressure on your clit, his fingers quickening their pace as they pumped in and out of you, “i’d never do this to you,” and he knew you’d never deny him anything.
he’d coo, unlikely of a man of his status, as he pressed a searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, looking up at you through his lashes as he smiled into your doughy skin.
“i know darlin’, i know,” his thumb doesn’t stop its movement, and he curls his fingers justright so that they hit that spongy spot that made your toes curls and mouth slack open, “you’re bein’ such a sweet girl for me, y'know?” and you’d nod helplessly at him, hoping that if you do the right thing he’d give you what you want.
and just as you felt your chest heaivng more, your stomach tightening as the pressure was going to burst, you felt his movements stop, his thumb stilled on your clit and his fingers left your puffy walls.
“l-loid!”you’d cry out, the already dried tears on your cheek fueling his fire as his eyes darkened even more, “p-please!” you couldn’t even form a sentence at this point, too dumb to even realize that he was getting rid of his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
“i promise y/n, just a little more,” his thumb brushed away at your fresh tears as it traveled down to your mouth, pushing past your plump lips as he pressed down on your tongue, “wanna feel ya’ round me, okay?”
and you could only nod at loidand give him a wobbly smile as he pushed past your tight walls, your hands clawing at his shoulders as you cried out his name, giving in to whatever he wanted because you were just too fuckin’ sweet to say no.
warnings: smut, bondage, slightly dom!reader (no pegging tho), riding, nipple play (fem!receiving), teasing, loid has horse cock (but we already know that hmmm)
a/n: this was supposed to be an uzui tengen drabble at first but i changed it last minute sorry uzui stans :(
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Post-sex with Loid Forger is truly blissful.
Normally, you can never catch him off guard. He’s expecting the unexpected at all times— even in his sleep, you recall, from all the times he fully wakes up when you merely shuffle in bed next to him.
But now, with sweat seeping from his skin, making the strands of his pretty blond hair stick to his forehead, his eyes are closed in peace. His breathing has evened out from shallow gasps, muscled chest rising and falling at a steady pace. You stroke his cheek and he moves into your palm lovingly. A part of you feels bad to ask him now when he’s feeling quite domestic, but you know you won’t have the confidence to tell him any other time.
“Loid.”
“Hmm?”
“…Why don’t you ever let me be on top?”
Blue eyes flicker wide open to gaze at you. “Huh?”
“W-well…” Your hands drop to the sheets, fiddling with the seams, as if that could hide your furious flush. “Every time I’m on top, you flip us over.”
“That’s not—”
“Everytime.”
You watch as he reflects, his eyebrows knitting together slightly in concentration. “D’you not like it when I take over?”
“Well, of course I like it.” You giggle at the bluntness of his question. “I just want to be in control the whole time, one time. So… would you let me?”
Loid stills. He hates feeling out of control, despises when his missions go wrong because of the stupidity of others. But he also knows you won’t do anything he won’t like. You know him better than anyone, and he trusts you, fully.
He reminds himself this as he tugs at the binds around his wrists, keeping him pinned to the head frame of the bed.
“Does it hurt?” You ask, fingers trailing down to trace the dips of his abs, easing his tensed muscles.
Loid is about to scoff out a “No”, but you’ve lowered yourself onto him, slipping his length into you in one quick motion. He groans loudly, embarrassingly loud, and his wrists ache in pain from wanting to cover his mouth.
“Fuck.” You flutter around him involuntarily, making him gasp. Loid curses himself. How can he lose his composure this quickly? It’s not fair, really, how you’ve got him like this, beading with sweat and straining in complete pleasure, and you’re not even movingyet—
You rise up on your knees and swiftly drop back down, repeating the motion until you find a steady pace to work with.
“I-is this okay?”
Loid faintly processes what you’re saying and nods, in fear that he’ll bite his tongue off if he attempts to formulate any words. Your pretty tits hang over his face, bouncing with every grind of your hips and enticing him to lean up as much as he can to wrap his lips around one of your peaks.
“Ah, Loid—”
He sucks hard to muffle his moans, rolling your nipple against his teeth. You noticeably shudder, slowing down your motions to arch your back.
Loid takes it as an opportunity to plant his feet into the bed and thrust upwards.
“L-Loid!”
You grasp onto his shoulders, whining at the feel of him throbbing inside of you. “No, you have to let me do it.”
“But isn’t this so much better?” He thrusts up harshly at this, watching tears immediately prick your eyes in pleasure. He does it again and again, watching you turn to putty in his hands— his tied hands— and it makes a twinge of pride run through his veins.
And then he stops, giving you a chance to breathe without the brutal force of his cock. When you look at him confused, he raises a brow back. “Go on.”
“But…” You try to grind on him again, but it doesn’t feel the same, especially not after that. Loid knows this too, eyes glinting in success. Before you can even ask him, he’s above you, the ropes tying him undone, his cock kissing your cervix as he pushes in deep. But you don’t complain, not at all, because you always like it when he’s in control.
