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BODYGUARD SKZ SERIES:

FELIX 🐥

Warnings ⚠️: Bratting; Brat-Taming; Possessive Felix; Jealous Felix; Orgasm Denial; Porn W/ A Little Plot; Sneaking Out; Being Rough, Punishments, Rewards; Cockwarming; Use of Nicknames such as:(Good Girl; Bun; Bunny); Degradation; Praise; Multiple Orgasms; Dom/Sub Dynamics; Overstimulation; Choking; Lots and Lots of Dirty Talk; Sub-Space; Sub-Drop; Aftercare; Soft aftercare; (Felix is a bit mean, but it's not permanent :) )

Genre: Porn W/ Plot

WC: TBD

You've been in this same situation, time and time again. Most would think a lesson would be learned, and you'd give up.

Giving up was for quitters.

Status be damned if you were a quitter.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not some child in need of constant supervision. I'm grown, I don't need you swooping in to 'protect' me every single time a situation becomes less than ideal." Mirth is venomously wrapped around each word that spits past your lips like rapid fire. A well practiced lecture that you've repeated more than enough times to keep count.

The person with which this onslaught of reprimands goes towards, merely follows alongside you in silence. Not like you expected anything else from him, he was extraordinarily quiet most of the time.

Especially when you were chewing him out.

Being the daughter of an Elite businessman, who also dealt with shady practices off to the side, a bright red target was of course going to be painted across your back.

As a precaution, your father hired an exemplary bodyguard to keep you safe and protect you at all costs.

Though, this 'protection', was more of an absolute nuisance, than it was helpful.

"Say something dammit! It's like talking to a fucking brick wall!" Tired of the deafening silence that usually follows your temperamental outbursts, you suddenly stop walking and flip around, eyebrows furrowed.

Felix stops more than a few inches in front of you, hands behind his back, head tilted up slightly. There's a confusing look in his eyes, like he doesn't understand why it is you suddenly stopped walking. Though his own eyebrows furrow when he realizes you aren't going to take another step until he speaks.

"As I've told you, I'm doing my job. Your father is paying me to protect you, so that's what I'm doing. Why be upset with me for carrying out my duty?" Rich and deep, his voice carries through your ears, making you swallow harshly.

Given how calm he is about the entire situation, it's only natural to assume he believes you're overreacting again.

"I can't even go out with my friends from school, because you always pull me away! My social life is suffering because you're constantly butting in where you don't belong!" This frustration is raw and heartfelt.

Numerous times, your friends had invited you out to hang, but each time, Felix, the incompetent bodyguard your lovely father had assigned to you, would always answer for you, and then pull you away within the blink of an eye.

Protection was nice and all, but when it interfered with basically everything you had going on in your life, that's where the line was drawn.

Besides that, you didn't even consent to having this protection in the first place.

If your father had even bothered to ask of your opinion on whether or not a bodyguard was needed, you would've turned the idea down in an instant.

You're grown. You can handle yourself just fine.

"Allowing you to go out with your friends only increases the probability of danger. I was told to keep you out of danger, so that is what I'm doing. I'm doing what I believe is best for you and your safety." His response is curt and professional as always.

In all honesty, it really ticks you off even more.

"Who are you to decide what's best for me? You're not my dad, you're not even a sibling or a friend. If anything, you're a fucking nuisance! I can't even have a normal life because of you." With folded arms and a disheartened expression now prominent, you stay firmly put in place, refusing to move regardless of his wishes.

From past arguments, you know that's where it's going to lead, and have already come prepared.

Now, Felix can be easy to read.. Most of the time. One simple twitch in his eye and a bite of his lip can tell you everything there is to know about how he's feeling in that moment.

Then, there's the rare occasion where it's like staring at an emotionless rock. His expression stays neutral, and you can't, for the life of you, figure out what it is he's thinking or feeling.

Unfortunately for you, now seemed to be one of those rare occasions.

Though he's privy to quipping back with something underhanded yet professional, this time, you're greeted with another bout of deafening silence.

Silence makes your skin crawl, throat tingling with the desperate need to break it.

"Finally got you stumped, haven't I? That's a first. And here I thought my dad had hired a bodyguard who was actually competent enough to handle me." With a scoff, you take the small victory and run with it, far too oblivious to just how far you've pushed him this time.

As you go to turn around, a gust of air followed by a pressure being applied to your back and left wrist, suddenly startles you, breaking you out of the victory mentality you'd been so confident in parading around with.

Felix, who had previously been many inches away from you, has now got you up against the wall just outside your home, one arm securely wrapped around your waist, the other one taking hold of your left wrist and pulling it up above your head.

The scariest thing about the entire situation, isn't the position he has you in, but the way his face still seems unbothered.

"What the hell?! Let go of me you jerk!" Fight or flight seems to kick in far too late, but once it does, you begin to struggle in his grasp, only to find it's unyielding and strong.

You have never been under the brunt force of Felix, period. That isn't to say you haven't seen what he can do, because you have, multiple times in fact, just being on the receiving end, is new and unexplored territory. You feel like a caged animal, but the door is open, and the only way out is blocked by an enormous wolf.

"If I deem something is far too dangerous for you, then you have no choice but to obey. Instead of running your mouth like the spoiled brat you are, try being a little more grateful." He whispers smoothly, voice seemingly dropping to an even lower octave. "You don't know anything about this line of work, and you sure as hell don't know everything I'm capable of doing. Everything you've seen, is tame, compared to what I usually do, Bunny."

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear, and the closeness makes you shiver. Whether that shiver is out of fear or excitement, is unknown.

Just as soon as he'd put you in this position, he takes you out of it, releasing his grip and taking a step back.

You stumble forward a little bit, and while he does attempt to offer a helping hand, you decline, gathering your bearings, before finally obtaining full balance once more.

The shame and embarrassment you feel, is mind numbing to say the least.

Upon entering the house, you find it to be far too quiet. Though this silence is familiar and not uncommon, it still makes your throat itch.

Father isn't home.

As quickly as you can, swift steps up the stairs lead you to your bedroom, not even giving Felix enough time to catch up with you. By the time the door closes and you lean up against it, eyes closed as the scene from earlier loops around in your brain, the sound of Felix' footsteps stopping just beside your door, finally tells you he's caught up.

In the six years he's been guarding you, never has he gone and lost his composure like that.

To put his employers daughter in danger, would only spell termination for him, so why would he do such a thing?

You're still trying to make sense of the situation.

Was he trying to threaten you?

Intimidate you?

Scare you into behaving?

Not only did it seem that way, but it didn't at the same time. There was an unfamiliar sense of authority he'd exuded when he'd had you pinned up against that wall.

And his voice..

Gods above and below, his voice..

The first time you'd ever heard the man speak, and you could hardly believe that such a rich, sexy voice, could come from someone who looked so..

Cute..

Shaking your head from side to side, the anger from earlier rampages to the front of your mind once more, and just as suddenly as those weird thoughts had polluted your mind, they'd dispersed.

Shedding your school bag, as well as the handmade bucket hat you'd knitted not too long ago, you saunter over to your bed and sigh heavily, phone sitting comfortably in the palm of your hand.

As always, your friends are blowing up your phone with a million questions and some less than appropriate comments about your 'Hot' and 'Stingy' bodyguard. You want to crawl into the deepest darkest hole, and just set up camp. No one to bother you, no one to even care about you. The world would be your own playground without interruptions or distractions.

By the time you actually accumulate the energy to respond to them, your eyes are lidded and full of drowsiness.

Of course Jinnie wants to invite you out for sip and paint. He does this every Thursday and Saturday night.

The burning itch to sneak out and join him, just once, is licking at your throat.

Though, past attempts to sneak out have been.. Less than successful, and only lead to where you are now. With Felix on constant guard just outside of your bedroom door.

Does he even sleep?

That's a question that parades your mind at a damn near constant.

When Jinnie bombards you with another slew of questions on whether or not you'll be accompanying him to the sip and paint, your mind is made up.

You've had enough of boredom and being locked up in your room for the remainder of the day after arriving home.

Tonight, at least just this once, you want to live a little, have some harmless fun with a well known friend.

The hard part, is coming up with a successful plan to sneak out without Felix catching you.

Only, the one thing you've yet to try, is jumping from your bedroom window, due to the very valid fear of heights.

Based on how long it takes you to think of and scratch any and every other possible idea that comes to your head, the window seems to be the only saving grace.

Are you willing to put yourself in danger and trigger your phobia just to spend some quality time with a friend outside of school hours?

Yes.

Because the way you're living now, is more than preposterous.

Any risk at normalcy, is a risk worth taking.

Having memorized Felix' schedule, for the most part.. Around seven, he sets off to make dinner, leaving his post just outside your bedroom door. Depending on what he makes, it could very well take him thirty minutes, up to an hour.

That should give you more than enough time to carry out the plan of escape.

But if it's too silent in your room, then he'll most definitely become suspicious, and will find out that you're gone. He'll come looking, and whether you're in the middle of painting alongside Jinnie or not, he will yank you away from everything, and the night will be ruined.

Normally, when you study, you listen to music through a bluetooth speaker.

Deciding to use that as a distraction, and a way to get him off your tail, a smile comes to your face. This plan just might work out completely.

Once a full plan is devised, you shoot a quick response back to Jinnie, confident that nothing will go wrong, and you'll finally get to experience college life for at least one night.

Now all that's left, is to wait.

~~~~~~~~~

After spending two idle hours scrolling through your social media and chatting with other friends, you realize that it's nearly seven, and begin to carry out your plan of escape.

It isn't uncommon for you not to talk to Felix for the remainder of the evening, in fact, ignoring him and pretending he isn't there, is a favorite pasttime of yours. So when you go to set up the bluetooth speaker, after connecting it to an old phone you'd dug out of the dresser drawer, you feel like things are already running quite smoothly.

The music isn't so loud that you can barely hear yourself talking, rather, it's set to a reasonably quiet and unassuming level, one that's normal for your study sessions.

As soon as the fading footsteps of Felix retreating downstairs to the kitchen are heard, you're far too eager to jump right into action.

Bounding towards the already open window in your bedroom, you grab either side of the frame and look down with a victorious smile on your face. Though as soon as it happens, the regret is instant, and a pool of nausea swims around in your gut.

Though not too far of a fall, from your point of view, it looks like you'll most definitely be falling for hours.

While illogical and overdramatic, the situation itself feels way too real.

At first, the need to flee and give up on this entire plan of attack, grows strong and has the knuckles of your hands turning white as they clutch the frame of the window deathly tight. Though, with a brief moment of drawing in a quick breath and reminding yourself that this is going to be more than worth it in the end, you close your eyes and take the jump.

A brief cold gust of air surrounds you as you fall, bottom lip tucked between your teeth to prevent the inevitable shrieks and squeaks of fear as you tumble to the ground.

Once on solid ground, it takes a moment for your brain to process that everything is fine, before it finally catches up, and you shakily get back up onto your feet.

A sense of excitement and pride rushes throughout every inch of your body as you pridefully look back up at the open window you'd just jumped from.

Considering Felix hasn't shown up at all, when he's normally very quick to stop you or catch you in the act, the sense of accomplishment settles deep into your gut, a giddy feeling snaking its way through your veins.

"Some bodyguard you are. Can't even predict that I'd try jumping from the window." Scoffing to yourself, you gather what little items you'd brought along with you for tonight's venture, and set off for the much awaited sip and paint with Jinnie.

~~~~~~~~~

The streets are bustling with all kinds of people. It honestly surprises you just how many people are so lively even though it's relatively late into the evening.

It doesn't take long for Jinnie to spot you in the crowd of nightlife, a beaming smile on his face when he approaches. He's dressed far too elegantly than what you're used to, but either way, he looks handsome.

"And here I thought your domineering bodyguard would foil your plans to see me tonight." In a teasing tone, he laughs and offers his arm, sidling up beside you.

Although this kind of interaction was something you could live without, preferring to be untouched, the thought of Felix lecturing you about how important it is to always stay close for safety, instinctually has your arm slithering around his, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"Please.. Just hearing about him is killing my mood. Let's just have a nice night out. It's my first time meeting with you outside of school, and I'd like it to be an uninterrupted evening.. No distractions, no thoughts of Mr.Stingy.. Just a night with you, me, wine, and paint." With a dramatic roll of your eyes, and a witty smile, you urge him to lead you in the direction of the sip and paint.

All he does is stare at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, before sighing dramatically and strolling off with you at his side.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say this felt like a date.

Though, you never really went on dates starting your freshman year of highschool..

The only dates you had any knowledge of, were the ones your friends told you about, and the ones from t.v. shows; movies; and books.

Felix was the one to thank for lack of experience.

Hell, the only reason why you lost your virginity was because you'd managed to successfully fool him once, and then he never let it happen again.

Uptight jerk..

Upon catching yourself thinking about him again, you curse under your breath. Jinnie seems to notice this and squeezes your hand softly. "I promise this will take your mind off of everything that's causing you stress. Trust me, okay?"

Unlike Felix' voice, his is soft and gentle, like a warm hug is being wrapped around every crevice of your brain.

Exuding a soft smile, you nod your head in reply and follow him inside.

The atmosphere changes dramatically. Whereas it's noisy and bustling just outside, it's quiet and calming within. It instantly transports you to safety mode, and the soft sigh that slips out, has Jinnie chuckling softly from beside you.

"Hey there, just you and your girlfriend?" The lady at the front desk greets the two of you casually.

Hearing the word 'girlfriend' to describe what you are to Hyunjin, has heat rising to your face, eyes widening slightly.

"Yes, just us two." In a calm and reserved tone, he promptly replies back with little to no hesitation.

The fact that he didn't even try to correct this sweet lady, tell her that the two of you were in fact, not in any type of romantic relationship whatsoever, confuses you to say the very least.

When she comes out from behind the desk, she grabs hold of some painting materials and quickly escorts you to an available spot out in a rather spacious room.

There's easels set up in various spots around the room, some with people already seated, some vacant and empty. Some of the paintings people are working on as you pass them by, are very skillful and awe-inspiring. Some are together, some are alone, but every single person has a cup of wine in hand, a bright smile on their face that shows nothing but contentment. Like they were meant to be there.

"Let any of the staff know if you require new paints or brushes. I hope the two of you enjoy your evening." With a relaxing smile, the lady excuses herself from your vicinity, leaving just you and Hyunjin alone, side by side.

"You ready to have a little fun?" Only now, does he finally release his hold on your arm, taking a seat at his easel for the evening. Considering how many times he's been here, you're not surprised with how quickly he gets his station set up.

Paints of the darker variety, are being laid out in a painting palette, brushes being inspected for loose strands or any imperfections that could potentially ruin whatever masterpiece he plans on creating tonight, and he's already poured himself a glass of wine.

You have no other choice but to admire how steadfast he is, how committed to this one thing he actually is. You knew he was great with art, he'd shown you many of his pieces on occasion, but to actually be able to witness it in person, how could you even try to lift up your own brush?

"Here, I'll help you get set up. Do you have any ideas as to what you want to paint? Any inspiration?" With a quirk of his upper lip, he sets down his glass of wine and begins to help you inspect your own brushes and paints.

"To be honest with you.. I have no idea what I'm doing. All I know is I came out to spend time with you." With a nervous laugh, you admit that nothing seems to jump out at you as far as inspiration to paint any one particular thing.

This doesn't seem to deter him, in fact, it seems to delight him quite a bit. "How about you try painting the first thing that pops into your head. It can be anything. A person, a thing, a feeling.. Anything that you think of, let it come out onto your canvas." He eagerly suggests, the corners of his lips curling up into a wide smile.

Although the suggestion scares you a bit, you're never one to back down from a real challenge.

You think for a bit, eyes closed as you try and imagine any one thing in particular that you could possibly put out onto the canvas.

Once you have your inspiration, a smile appears, and you quickly go to grab your brush and paint palette.

While distracted, you fail to notice that he's begun to pour you a glass of wine as well, already so immersed in the visionary sketch before the paints.

Not a word is said between the two of you for the longest period of time. Just sipping from glasses of wine and diligently working on each piece of art. Though, when you get stumped at a certain point, unable to feather out your brush in just the way you want, an exasperated sigh slips past your lips and grabs his attention.

"Is something bothering you?" When his soft voice breaches your concentration, a pout forms and you set your brush down on the easel.

"There's so many techniques I can't quite get ahold of yet, and feathering out my brush to make tree leaves is proving to be one of those." The defeat is more than evident in your voice. All you can do right now is sit and stare at your half-finished painting with a forlorn expression.

The wine has given you a great buzz, another sip and you feel heavenly. But no matter how much wine you drink, you're still unable to obtain the right brushstrokes to create the leaves for the trees.

"Here, try doing it like this." Still frustrated and deep in concentration, Hyunjin snakes his arms around you, one hand gently grabbing hold of the hand that's currently grasping your brush, the other one sitting idle off to the side.

The closeness in proximity, thanks to the wine, has caused your brain to cease all productive activity, staring dumbfoundedly at his hand on yours, guiding your brush across the easel with a practiced ease.

It's smooth, gentle, non-abraisive, and it's stirring up the heat in your face again.

"Jinnie..?" After a few beats of silence, save for the echoing sound of the brush gliding against the easel, you slur out his name in a soft tone of voice which makes him cease his actions.

"Hm?"

It's not entirely your sober self doing the talking and questioning, yet it is. You're sober enough to know what's going on and what's being asked, but drunk enough to even be able to ask.

"Why didn't you correct that woman earlier when she referred to me as your girlfriend?" It's a drunken genuine question, but it doesn't even have a chance to be answered before you feel him practically being peeled off of you.

"Whoa, easy there Mr.Bodyguard, we were just painting and sharing some wine." By the time you hear Hyunjin' voice, your blood runs cold.

There's no way in hell Felix had already figured out you weren't home.

Yet, when you turn to face him, Felix has Hyunjin by the collar of his shirt, a menacing look in his eye that spells things are about to escalate if you don't intervene.

Although too drunk to actually stand up fully without staggering a bit, you're still relatively sober enough to jump into action, tugging on Felix' leather jacket to grab his attention. "Lix, let him go, we really were just painting and drinking. He didn't do anything wrong.." Pleading, your eyes are wide and dewy as you attempt to convince him to let go of Hyunjin.

"If I catch you touching her again, I swear I won't be as lenient next time." In a deep, authoritative.. No.. Possessive sounding tone, you hear Felix threaten Hyunjin before letting go of his collar with a small shove.

There's a shark-toothed grin on Hyunjin's face, like the tension isn't something he's bothered by, and he shoots you a comforting wink to let you know he's more than alright.

By the time Felix turns around to get a good look at the perpetrator who swindled him for a second time, you can see the fury raging in his eyes. "We're leaving. Now." Without room for argument, and not even so much as a single opportunity to say goodbye to Hyunjin, Felix grabs ahold of your wrist tightly, pulling you along with him.

While the night came to an alarming halt, it was still very memorable and enjoyable. Honestly, you really hadn't even expected to get this far in the first place.

Halfway home and his grip on your arm is still unyielding and it's starting to hurt. No matter how many times you try to gently ask him to loosen it, it's like he's ignoring you.

When the pain becomes unbearable, you yank it out of his grasp as soon as you see an opportunity, breathing heavily as you nurse it in your free hand. "What the hell is wrong with you, Felix?! Do you not understand the meaning of being gentle? Taking it easy? Not being an asshole?"

Before you even have time to process, you find yourself clad against an alley wall, both arms above your head, and an arm around your waist. This is the same situation you'd been in this afternoon, except this time, you're really sure he's going to kill you.

"I've been patient with you. I've been lenient. I've been oh so fucking cool-headed whenever you talk back to me or whine like a brat." His voice is deathly calm, one hand still firmly keeping your own held up above your head. "I think I've been too patient with you. Too lenient. Too level-headed. You're a spoiled fucking brat, and it's grating on my nerves."

He's talking to you in such a demeaning way. He never talks to you like this.. At least not to this capacity. Hell, he barely ever curses, yet here he is, dropping f-bombs like a sailor.

You've really gone and ticked him off this time.

"I'm nice. I always have been. When you keep pushing me, and pushing me, and pushing me.. I'm not so fucking nice anymore." Then there's the ghost of a smile. One that really fucking puts the fear of all that's holy into your body.

"We're going to go back to the house. You are going to keep your mouth shut until I tell you to speak, and you are to do as I say without retort, am I understood." The way with which he says this, it's not a question, but a statement.

He's telling you what's going to happen.

You have no say in the matter.

With a fervent nod of your head, the message that's he's understood comes across, and he finally yields on his grip. Though just when you think you're home free, he grasps your wrist again, except far more gentler this time, and pulls you away with him.

Whatever it is he's thinking...

You're unprepared for it..

~~~~~~~~~

Tensions are high still, and you've been quiet ever since he'd told you to be. Even now, standing in the living room of the house that feels so familiar yet so cold at the same time, there's a lump in your throat that you just can't seem to swallow down, no matter how hard you try.

Felix is sitting down on the couch in front of you, legs spread, one hand on his knee while he rests his head on the other one. You feel as though you're at the principals office, about to get scolded and lectured for doing something you weren't supposed to.

He'd told you not to sit down, just to stand, and not move an inch.

It's been like this for nearly twenty minutes. Nothing but silence, you standing in front of him, while he sits and ponders on the couch.

"Feli-"

"Don't-" His eyes lift up to glare daggers into you, which zips your mouth shut almost instantaneously. "Speak."

You're tired of being bossed around like this. It's already late into the night and you still have to shower and get ready for bed. You don't have school tomorrow, but you want to get away from him and this situation as soon as humanly possible.

"It's been nearly twenty minutes, Felix. What the hell are you going to do? If you're not going to do anything, I'd like to go and shower before bed." Taking a huge risk, you talk back as soon as he takes his eyes off of you.

Instead of interrupting or getting angry with you for disobeying what was requested, you see him smile into the palm of his hand, before lifting his head and bringing his gaze right back over to you.

"You really don't know how to listen, Bunny. Didn't your father teach you how to behave properly?" He pats his leg, the smile still curled up against his lips. "Come here." As soon as he says this, you stare down at his lap like a bumbling idiot, still half drunk and trying to understand just what he means by 'come here'. "Come. Here." In a far more authoritative voice, he demands it once more, the smile now gone.

As much as you want to disobey and run away from him, locking yourself in your room to pretend this never even happened, there's something oddly exciting about the way he's talking to you, and blame it solely on the alcohol coursing through your veins.

One small step is all it takes for him to raise his eyebrows curiously, tapping his knee once more. "Don't make me repeat myself, Bun. I've grown tired of it."

With each slow and hesitant step, the distance between the two of you lessens and it has your pulse racing.

Why are you so scared?

No, it's not fear you're feeling..

So what is it?

Seconds before you actually reach him, he reaches out to yank you down onto his lap, manhandling you until he's satisfied with the position you're currently in atop his knee.

"There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Listening to people when they tell you to do something, can be so rewarding sometimes, don't you think?"

Really..

He's talking to you as if you're too dumb to understand.

But for some reason, it's not even pissing you off.

"Being whiny, I can deal with. Talking back, I can deal with. Sneaking out behind my back just to go out on a date with some guy, however.." His hands run along the expanse of your legs, trailing up until they reach your thighs. "I've been so nice to you, haven't I? I've laid off on a lot of things, despite the fact that said things can put you in danger. I've left you alone to have private time to yourself. I've done so much, just. For. You." With each punctuated word, he squeezes your thighs, which instantly causes heat to rush to your face for what feels like the billionth time tonight.

"Felix I-"

As soon as you try to speak, he slaps one of your thighs, the sting causing you to choke down a yelp.

"I didn't say you could speak, now did I?"

Now, you don't know why you do it.. Maybe it's because you're so drunk that you're not thinking clearly..

No.. Scratch that, you're still sober enough to comprehend what's going on..

Either way, you shake your head 'No', like an obedient dog, avoiding eye contact out of embarrassment.

Since when did you ever feel too embarrassed to even face him?

"You're learning so fast, Bunny. That's a good girl." He praises softly, voice rich and deep. The praise shouldn't affect you nearly as much as it does.. Really, it shouldn't. You should be disgusted by it, mortified even..

Yet here you are, wanting to do anything and everything for him just so he calls you a 'good girl' again.

"As fast as you're learning, and as good as you're starting to be, I'm afraid I can't just let go of what you did tonight. A punishment is in order, whether you want one or not."

This makes you freeze, eyes widening when you finally look up at him.

"In the real world, punishments are given out to those who disobey. Not everything is handed to you without consequence, Bun. What you did tonight, crossed the line. Not only did you put my job on the line, but you put yourself in a potentially dangerous situation." His hands crawl up the crevice of your skirt, which causes your breath to catch in the back of your throat.

What exactly, is he doing?

"Don't look too excited. This isn't a reward, this is a punishment, you'd do well to remember that." He laughs, hand stopping right above the elastic band of your undergarments.

"Look at you, who knew you'd be so desperate for someone to touch you. Were you going to let that friend of yours touch you like this, hm? Let him run his fingers all across your soft body.." His fingers caress your tummy, before making their way back down to the elastic band. "Answer me, Bunny." Voice barely above a whisper, he finally gives you permission to speak.

As much as you want to appease him so you can get called a 'good girl' again, you also have the feeling he's jealous.. He sure is acting like it.

"So what if I was..? I'm a grown woman, Felix.. Anyone I want to touch me, will.."

Just as soon as you say this, the hand that had been so patiently sitting at your elastic band, violently pushes past it, fingers immediately finding your clit, pinching it between both middle and index finger. The sudden action makes you squeak, eyes squeezing shut.

"That smart mouth of yours is only going to make this punishment ten times worse, baby, I suggest you stop acting like a spoiled fucking brat if you want to be rewarded." With how calmly he says this, you wouldn't think he was affected by your sassy statement, but given how roughly he's handling you, that's obviously not the case..

"Now, let me ask you again, Bun. Were you going to let that friend of yours touch your fucking body, the way I am now." His free hand, snakes its way up to your throat, the heavy ring that sits on his index finger pressing right up against a spot that seems oh so sensitive.

With a sharp intake of breath, a soft sound somehow manages to slip past your plump lips, which alerts him. All of his movement stops, and for a moment you think you've fucked up, but when his hand tightens around your throat, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull.

"How desperate of a slut are you to be turned on by my hand being wrapped around this pretty little throat, hm?" Although he asks this as a question, he didn't give you permission to speak, so silence is all that greets him in return. "I asked a question, Bun." His grip loosens suddenly, and you have to hold yourself back from releasing a whine of complaint.

"Lix, please.. Please.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I won't do it again, I promise.." Breathless and pathetic, that's the only way to describe how pitiful you sound right now.

"That doesn't answer my question, baby. And don't go making promises you know you can't keep, that would make you a liar, and that wouldn't make you a good girl, now would it?" With a rumbling laugh, he pinches your clit again, as if to remind you that his other hand is there, and your eyes screw shut pathetically. "Don't worry pretty Bunny. Whenever you act up again, I'll just punish you. How does that sound?"

At this point in time, all you want to do is cry. He's being so unfair to you. You apologized, you promised it wouldn't happen again. Who was he to decide you weren't going to keep said promise?

"Any time I ask a question, I expect an answer."

The hand wrapped around your throat tightens, and the one currently hovering above your abused clit, firmly presses down, rotating in a circular motion to make you bite down on your bottom lip and whimper.

Like hell you can give him an answer now, the pleasure he's force feeding you is immeasurable and despite thinking this should stop, you can't help but crave more. "I want you to listen to me very closely, baby. Every time you disobey me, or refuse to provide me with an answer, is another time you don't get to cum on my fingers."

Hearing this seems to jumpstart your body and mind, mouth no longer feeling dry and empty. "How do you feel about me punishing you every time you decide to act like a spoiled brat?"

Now how on Earth are you even supposed to answer such a question.

Only when his fingers pick up the pace on your clit, do you finally force an answer to come up from behind your constricted throat. "Yes yes! Fuck!" Tears are springing to your eyes already.

He hasn't even gotten you close to orgasm yet, so why are you already on the verge of crying?

Maybe because it's been so long since someone else has touched you..

"That's a good girl. Learning so fast." Is all he says for a brief moment, fingers deftly working at your clit while his other hand stays firmly wrapped around your throat. Not enough to deprive you completely of oxygen, but enough to make your head feel fuzzy and the pleasure feel ten times more euphoric.

The praise doesn't help with your situation either.

Fuck, hearing that rich deep voice of his call you a 'good girl'.. The things it's doing to you.

"For someone who claims to think I'm 'annoying' and, 'a nuisance', you're so wet from just a bit of touching, baby.." Sounding lost in his own head, it's as if his tone becomes gentler, hand removing itself from your panties and presenting it like it's a trophy. "I've got you all riled up, don't I? Poor thing.. Too bad you won't get to cum until I allow you."

Each and every single one of his fingers on that hand.. Is positively soaked, from top to bottom, with your slick. When he spreads his fingers, you have to force yourself to watch with embarrassment as it runs down his fingers and webs in between them.

He wasn't wrong about you being wet..

But being as wet as you are now..?

You didn't think such a thing was even possible..

When he stands you up again, reasonably, you're more than confused.

Was he really going to stop right here..?

Was this the punishment..?

"Awww.. You should see your face right now. My poor Bunny looks so disappointed." There's a smile on his face, the same one he'd given you in the alley an hour ago. This time though, it only aggravates you.

"I'm not disappointed. You're the one who seems oh so desperate to have your way with me, the way you were feeling me up." You snap back, briefly forgetting the rule that you weren't supposed to speak unless he asked a question, or specifically commanded you to.

At your sassy reply, his eyes grow darker, hands reaching down towards his pants, which you can't help but follow. "No. Eyes up here. You think you've earned the right to look at me?" As soon as his hand lands on his belt, he stops, voice firm and stern.

How egotistical..

"Is your ego really that big, Lix? Or are you just being a prick to tease me more than you already have."

His jaw clenches at this, hand resuming its work on the belt buckle, undoing it swiftly and discarding it off to the side, before getting to work on the pants themselves.

"You want to talk back and act like a spoiled fucking brat? Fine by me. Guess I'll just have to treat you like one." Within the blink of an eye, you're being grabbed again, forced to sit on his lap like a dog. "I was going to be nice, take my time with you. Maybe treat you to a reward if you were good for me."

Without warning, you feel him move your panties to the side, his other hand firmly planted into the meaty flesh of your thigh to keep you from moving too much. Your eyes are practically the size of saucers now, but if there's a chance to stop him, you don't.

"But you had to go and run that silly fucking mouth of yours. So. This is your new punishment." With that, you feel something poke at the space between your legs, and the instinct to move away must get to you because he has to free his other hand to dig it into your other thigh, preventing you from struggling even further. "Do not move. If you move, you will just have to sit there even longer. Do not cum without my permission, or we will start all over again. Do I make myself clear, Bun?"

As usual, his tone is authoritative, yet this time, you get the distinct feeling that his word is law.

Though as soon as you heed his words, the regret is almost instantaneous. What you can only assume is the aftermath of all that teasing he'd done... Is now growing dangerously close to your sopping wet cunt. "Lix.. Wa-"

Before you even have the chance to finish your sentence, he sinks himself damn near all the way inside, leaving your mouth hanging open, a pitiful whine careening past your chapped lips.

"That's it. Such a good girl. Was this all you needed to keep your mouth shut?" His tone, while shaky, is very condescending, but instead of pissing you off, as it normally would, it only makes your cunt flutter pathetically around his cock.

Judging from the way it nearly fills you up entirely, you'd guess that he's not average. Even if he was average it wouldn't matter to you. You can feel every inch of him and it's literally leaving you gasping for air.

You want to move.. So very bad..

A shameless attempt to wiggle your hips to create some sort of friction only has his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, mouth moving dangerously close to the column of your neck. "What did I just tell you, Bun. Were my instructions not clear enough?" Every time he speaks, his lips leave behind feather light touches against your skin, and it's driving you absolutely mad.

"M' sorry Lix.." Is the only thing you can even think to say, body already growing overstimulated and sexually frustrated with the lack of movement.

"If there's anyone to be apologizing to, baby, it's yourself. There's no need to despair on my behalf. After all. I'm not the one being punished, now am I?" This time, he actually presses his plump lips up against the column of your neck, and the smile you feel being pressed into the sensitive flesh, genuinely makes you feel embarrassed.

He's enjoying this, way too much might you add.

It's beyond frustrating that you can't even move. All you can do is sit there and let your cunt flutter pathetically around his cock, until he deems you're through with his selected punishment.

When you watch him pull out his phone and pay you no mind, casually scrolling through whatever social media apps he uses, you're only further frustrated.

How can he not give a shit about the fact that you're literally cockwarming him?

Is this all just one big fucking game?

"Lix, please.. Wanna move... Let me move.." Your voice is far more feeble and pathetic than it normally is. Any previous confidence and sass had long since disappeared. Seeing how he doesn't even bother to turn his phone off, simply smiling as if he's enjoying your begging, you can only assume he's going to let this ride out for as long as he deems necessary.

Anything to keep your mind off of the current situation, and it's brought to the forefront of your mind. Though it doesn't help in the slightest, it's better than focusing on it too much and making a wrong move that will reset the invisible timer for how long you have to go on enduring.

A sudden jerk of his hips. A very subtle, yet not so subtle one, has all those thoughts crashing down around you, forcing your mind right back to square one. In response to his hips moving slightly, you release a breathy cry, tears beginning to well up in your eyes once more.

If you don't move now, you swear you actually will start crying.

It's not a bad type of cry, it's not a good one either. That's what makes it so scary and exciting all at the same time.

The fact that he sincerely holds all of the cards in his hand right now, exuding nothing but complete and utter control over every movement you make, every word you say, and every action that's taken, is driving you mad.

Your mind is wandering around aimlessly, like traveling through an endless desert. All you can picture, think about... Imagine.. Is how exactly Felix is going to proceed with this. Will you just continue to cockwarm him until he thinks you've learned your lesson, and then send you on your merry way for the night?

Fuck, you really don't want to believe that's an actual possibility, but you have to consider any and all odds.

Maybe, if you're good enough, and actually get through the rest of this punishment without anymore slip-ups, he'll give you exactly what you need right now.. You don't care if he's rough with you, gentle, it doesn't matter, the only thing you know.. You really need to feel him.. Want to.. Even..

The thought of him fucking you right here and now, on the couch, is far more pleasurable than it should be. If you could cum from just your imagination alone, it would've been done already.

"What are you thinking about that's got you so wet, baby..?"

His deep voice cuts you away from the vivid imagery that had been running rampant throughout your brain, and you feel like you've messed up again.

"No need to look so scared.. I won't start over again.. But I do want you to be honest with me, tell me exactly what it was you were thinking about just now." There's a teasing lilt in his tone, one that makes you unsure of whether or not he actually means what he says, but the desperation to be done with this punishment is eating away at you, so you lean into him with dewy eyes, bottom lip trembling from overstimulation.

"Wanna be good.. Wanna get through this.. I need you Lix.. Need you so bad.." They aren't even fully formed sentences. If anything, you sound like a babbling drunk, slurring and constructing nonsense.

He seems to pick up on what you mean though, because the gentle furrowing of his brows, and the way he lifts a hand up to caress the side of your face, is far too benevolent and soft.

"You look incredibly hot right now.. On the verge of crying, all because you want to be fucked, is that right?" His voice is unusually soft and gentle now, unlike the rough and stern way with which he was speaking to you previously.

Without much thought, all you do is nod, which has him smiling faintly.

"I need to hear it, baby. Come on, I know you know how to use your words." It's almost as if he's urging you to say what he wants to hear. Not only because he's the one in charge at the moment, but because he just wants to hear it for himself.

As soon as you take a good look at him, hear how much heavier his breathing is, it doesn't take long for the crocodile tears to start leaking from your face, lips trembling as you do your utmost best to provide him with a coherent answer.

"Lix please.. Wanna be fucked so bad.. Wan you to fuck me, please.. I'll be good, I promise.. I promise.." It comes out so whiny and desperate, that you don't even recognize your own voice.

How absolutely humiliating that he's able to resort you to nothing but a blabbering, cock hungry mess...

And only in a matter of thirty minutes as well..

How he rolls his head back, eyes slightly rolling when he hears you beg so sweetly for him.. How the deep, guttural groan he releases alongside these actions.. All of it makes you grip his cock even tighter than before, which in turn causes him to hiss under his breath.

"Fuck, Bunny.. You think you deserve it? You think you've been a good girl for me and behaved?" His eyes are lidded now, ravenous and hungry.

Right now, you're not looking at Felix. You're looking at a wolf who's just barely holding back on its attack.

Through blurred vision, you can just barely make out the shape of his hand as it goes to cup the side of your face once more, his thumb swiping just beneath your eyes to rid you of the tears that are still cascading from them.

"I've been good.. I've been so good.. I didn't move, just like you asked me too.. I didn't cum.. Just please.. Please.. I don't know how much more of this I can handle.."

Even though it's hard.

Even though the last thing you'd ever find yourself doing, if it weren't for the fact that you were absolutely desperate right now, was beg and plead Felix, of all people.. You do it anyway, and far too easily.

You can't even think of the last time you felt so helpless and not in control.. If, at all..

"Hold on just a little while longer, baby. If you can hold on for just a few more minutes, I promise I'll give you exactly what you want." As much as he tries to console you, filling your head with promises of giving into your pleading, he sounds breathless himself, like he's also struggling to contain whatever shred of patience he has left.

With a whine, your eyes squeeze shut. You're doing everything humanly possible, to stop from thinking, feeling, and giving into the pleasure that's bordering on pain.

It shouldn't be this hard. Really, it shouldn't.. He's not even moving.. But you feel so full.. It just feels right.. It feels, natural, almost.

The fact that what's going on right now, is way past the line of him protecting you, now has you thinking. At least it's getting your mind off of this temporarily.

All you can imagine at the moment, is your father somehow finding out about this, or coming home to find his employee fucking his one and only 'precious' daughter. How angry he'd be. Infuriated even.

Chances were, he would most definitely fire Felix for this. Or even worse. He would make Felix disappear entirely.

For some reason, the thought of that happening, makes you feel a little sad.

No matter what happens.

This has to stay between you and Felix.

Time seems to fly by rather quickly thanks to the rabbit hole your brain had decided to go down in, so by the time your anxiety starts to get the better of you, Felix is massaging his fingers into the meat of your thighs.

"You've been so good for me, Bun.. I'm so proud of you. I knew you could be a good girl. Just had to tame you a little, that's all.." Voice dripping like sweet, sticky honey, his mouth presses up against the column of your neck, soft kisses being planted in their wake.

He's driving you insane.

Gods he really knows what he's doing..

"Must want it so bad.. Every time I kiss your neck, or call you a 'good girl', this pretty pussy of yours grips me so tight.."

Just as soon as he says this, he rocks his hips up, which in turn makes your head fall against his shoulder, a squeaky whimper being pressed up against his shirt. "Lix.. Lix.." All that comes out of your mouth, is the sound of his name, over and over again, like a broken record.

"Awee.. My poor baby.. Already so drunk off of my cock that you can barely speak.." Another rock of his hips as he teases you, and your head flies back out, arms and body shaking like a brittle leaf. "So cute.. So fucking cute.." Now it's his turn to make noise. A soft groan slipping past his lips and wrapping around your ears.

Such a sound has you wanting to hear more.

Fuck..

Had you known he'd sound this hot, you would've fucked him a whole lot sooner..

Steady and slow. He's not being rough, as you thought he'd most definitely would've been. Instead, he's being gentle and tender. Leaving kisses and small bites all over your neck and collarbone. Hell, he's even laying some out along your shoulders.

His cock feels heavenly. That's the only way to describe it right now..

Though, it is very embarrassing just how close to coming you already are..

He's barely even gotten started..

"Fuck baby.. You're getting so tight.. You gonna cum already?" Although still relatively deep, his voice has raised a bit in pitch, while also sounding breathy and restrained.

Just how much is he holding back right now?

"W-wanna cum.. Please.. Please.." The word 'please' continues to fall past your lips, getting quieter and quieter each time it's said.

You don't care about how pathetic you sound.

How desperate and pitiful you are.

The knot in your stomach is begging to be split.

The rocking of his hips doesn't stop. Cock slowly dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt with ease. When he suddenly lets out a shaky laugh, you already know it's not a good sign.. At least, not for you, anyway.

"No baby. Not yet.." The smile he wears on his face is so beyond hot right now, that you nearly disobey and cum right there on the spot.

But you're eager to be good.

To please.

To behave.

The punishment, while pleasurable, was beyond manageable.

Instead of talking back or whining, tears start to trail down your heated cheeks once more, right as he's looking into your eyes.

As soon as he sees this, it's as if a switch has flipped inside his brain, and he's got your back against the couch in such a fast flash of movement, that you barely have time to think.

"Shouldn't look at me like that, Bunny.. Fuck.. I don't want to hurt you.." He's wincing as if he's in pain, but you know that's far from the case. His own words seem to completely fly past his ears though, because his cock is practically bullying your insides at this point. "Can't hurt you.. Can't.. You look so cute.. So cute..." He's repeating himself, the hand that's currently not holding your waist to keep you still, reaching up to caress the side of your face and wipe away any tears he's able to see and feel.

The new position that you're in, doesn't help with the fact that you're right on the precipice of coming undone all over his cock. He's hitting all the right spots. It's leaving your mouth hanging slightly open, tongue sitting right behind the top row of teeth as if you're about to say something, but are unable to.

Every inch you can feel, and it's driving you absolutely stir crazy.

You can feel your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, and hear a ringing noise in your ears.

You need to cum..

Now..

"No no no baby, not yet.. Come on.. Just a little longer.. You can do it.. Fuck.. Be a good girl for me and just hold on for a little while longer." His pace is still just as rough as it was when he first put you into this new position.

Hearing him plead like that, all while calling you a 'good girl', gives you some sort of incentive to hold on for just a bit longer.

You feel so dirty from looking down in between your legs just to watch his cock disappear into your cunt, your slick covering not only your own thighs, but his as well. Not to mention, every single time he pulls out just a bit, you can see just how soaked you really are..

Just as expected though. He's definitely not average.

"Keep watching, Bunny.. Want you to watch me take what's rightfully mine.."

It seems he's caught you staring..

Oh how possessive and deep his voice got when he said that just now.. It has you clenching hard, which in turn practically has him growling.

"Thought you were gonna let that friend of yours have this pretty pussy, huh? Bet you were planning on letting him feel how fucking wet you are.. How pretty you sound when this cunt is full of cock.."

Every single word, you know is said with jealousy. He doesn't actually mean it.

He's getting back at you for what you'd said earlier about letting Hyunjin touch you.

Even though the thought had never once crossed your mind.

"No no no.." Once more, the one and only word that you can force past your lips is this one. Trying to get your point across that in all actuality, there was no thought out plan to sleep with Hyunjin.

Hell, just thinking about it, makes your skin crawl.

He's a friend, that's all he ever will be..

"Got all dolled up to go out and spend time with him.. Looked so fucking pretty.. Couldn't stand it.."

All you can do is listen to him ramble. There's no room for talking, let alone even trying to. All words have died out in the back of your throat.

Despite sounding angry, despite being jealous, he's still maintaining a gentler pace than what you'd imagined.

Was he really that jealous of Hyunjin..?

"Looked so cute when you tugged on my sleeve.. Those fucking eyes.." His pace begins to grow sloppy, breath now labored and quick. His eyes are locked onto your cunt, at least that much you can tell.

Blurry vision due to crying from how good he's fucking into you, is playing a big role into everything.

The fact that you aren't really in your right mind at the moment, is also playing a big part into why it is you find him so attractive right now. His attention is solely on you. He's not being distant, and he's not ignoring you. In fact, you think this is probably the most he's spoken, ever since he'd first introduced himself as your bodyguard.

Incessant ringing continues to throttle your eardrums, the sound nothing short of something akin to tinnitus. Still, you force yourself to keep your eyes open, wet lips parted and producing nothing but barely whispered whimpers and moans of his name.

You're chanting it like a fervent prayer.

Like he's the one and only person you worship and devote yourself to.

Honestly, in the heat of the moment, you wouldn't deny it.

He's got you under lock and key right now.

"When you cum, I want you to look at me, Bun. Look right at me and know it's my cock that's making you feel this good, my cock that's got you so stupid drunk that you can barely even speak. You're mine, baby... Mine.." He keeps whispering the word 'mine' under his breath while he continues to fuck into you with a ferocious hunger. How his pace is still rough yet not too rough, is beyond you.. But you don't even want to think about that right now.. In fact, you don't want to think at all.

Still, he shows no signs of slowing, and neither do you. However long he intends to have his way with you, you're more than eager for it.

Now that he's finally given you permission to cum, it's like your entire body is on fire. The flames of your orgasm are licking at your sweat soaked pores, the endorphins rushing into your head and causing you to shake like a brittle leaf.

You try your damnedest to follow his orders, eyes hazily locking in and out of focus on his own while your cunt flutters pathetically around his cock. Just as you hit the peak though, your eyes screw shut, and your head reels back against the armrest of the couch.

He's not having it though..

His hand shoots out and grips your chin with a force that nearly startles you, but at least he's successful in getting you to open your eyes. "Good fucking girllllll.. Such a good girl coming for me.. God you're gripping me so tight.." He sucks in a pained breath, eyebrows furrowing together in concentration as he watches your face flip through so many different emotions and expressions, it's hard to keep count.

When you finally get your voice back, the loudest whine echoes around the living room, eyes screwing shut once again as your body shakes.

You don't feel like you're even inside your own body anymore..

That has to be an overstatement..

Honestly, you don't know what to think, let alone know how to feel. All you know is that this is the hardest you've come in awhile.. And it's all thanks to Felix.

"Not done baby.. Not done.." He sounds breathless and out of his own head, like he too, isn't completely there, yet that air of authority still surrounds him like a vice.

As soon as he pulls back, you feel empty, uncomfortably so. Though, you're a bit too prideful to admit it.

It seems the feeling is expressed throughout your face though, because he smiles menacingly and juts his bottom lip out in a fake pout. "Aweee, my poor Bunny.. Don't worry, I said we weren't done yet."

Not another word is said as he flips you over gently, hands and fingers deftly working at your limbs to put you in the position he wants you in. By the time he's done working at it, your chest is pressed up against the armrest of the couch, arms being held behind your back as one of his hands comes down to press your back down so that it allows your ass to arch up into the air.

As soon as he has you right where he wants you, the hand that had pressed your tummy down to the cushions of the couch is coming up to fist itself into your hair, tugging at it softly until your head leans back enough to where your glossy eyes stare up at his dark glazed over brown ones.

"You've been so good for me, love.. Been such a good girl.. I know you want more, such a greedy baby I have, isn't that right?" He's still talking to you in that mocking sort of way, but you can tell there's some semblance of sincerity behind it. He's praising you while humiliating you all in the same breath.

It's pathetic just how true everything he says actually is.

The hand that's kept your hands behind your back loosens, now snaking around until it grips your throat softly, his fingers lightly digging into the sides of your neck as he watches your eyes roll back pathetically. He can't help but revel in how easily you've already folded, how he was able to turn that sassy mouth of yours into a blubbering pleading mess for his cock.

You're already so far gone, and he's not even done with you yet. He can see the longing want that glasses over your eyes. How soft and sweet those little pants sound as they pass through your teeth-bitten lips. It's driving him up the wall..

"Gonna be a good girl for me, love? Gonna stop talking back to me and disobeying me at every turn?" Leaning back a little, he takes the hand that's currently fisted into your hair and moves it down to between the two of your bodies, grabbing hold of his cock once more, before sliding the tip of it against your folds in a teasing manner.

He sees the way your pupils dilate, the way your thighs clench and shake.. He hears just how pathetic you sound as you pant and whine, clearly unable to form a coherent sentence at the moment, and he tuts softly.

"Use your words, baby. I can't give you what you want unless you give me words."

You're completely and utterly at his mercy.

There's absolutely no more denying the absolute want you're feeling for this man. If you were still somewhat in your right mind, you'd still be arguing with yourself that this shouldn't even be happening.

The unbearable heat you feel in between your legs, plus the embarrassing amount of slick that drips from your cunt, down to the couch cushions below from the gentle swipes of his cock pressing against your folds, is driving you absolutely mad.

"Lix.. Please. Please. Please.. I can't take it anymore.. I really can't.. Just please.." Tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time tonight, the feeling of his hand around your throat, the cool metal rings that sit against his fingers, piercing your hot flesh and making you shiver.

He tuts again, the grip around your throat tightening ever so slightly as if to express the disappointment he feels in regard to you completely negating his questions from before. "Answer my questions, Bunny. You've been oh so good for me, I'd love to reward you, but all I need is one simple answer.." He's still teasing your slicked up folds with the tip of his cock, except now he's just barely pushing it inside, your cunt fluttering around absolutely nothing each time you feel it.

When the feeling gets to be too much for you to handle, the tears that had gathered begin to fall from your eyes, throat constricting as you try your damndest to give him proper answers. "Promise to be good.. Promise.. Promise.. I'll be so so good.." You sound completely wrecked, like you're not even yourself anymore.

In all honesty, you aren't.

You're simply driven by the absolute feral need to have his cock back inside your greedy cunt, filling you up so perfectly as it had been before.

With a soft coo, his lips find solace against your forehead, eyebrows furrowing into a look of pity as he finally sinks his cock into your inviting heat slowly, a short breath being sucked in through his teeth.

You swear you could never tire of watching his face contort into absolute pleasure at the feeling of finally bottoming out inside you. It was like an intoxicating drug that you wanted more of..

"So fucking tight.. Warm.. God.. Gonna make sure the only one you think about after tonight...-" With a sharp thrust of his hips against your ass, he pushes himself impossibly deeper, your vision dotting in the corners. "Will be me.. How my cock fits so fucking well inside this pretty pussy.. Like it was made for me.." He sounds breathless, like he's struggling to contain himself, and that's all the more reason for you to whine and whimper pathetically.

His words are unbelievably filthy, but the conviction in his voice gives away just how honest he's being.

He plans to have you completely obedient by the time he's through.

You're crying, tears rolling down your chin and collecting in a small puddle atop his hand that's still wrapped around your throat before you can start to feel them fall away from his hand and down the expanse of your neck.

It feels far too good, the way he buries his cock so deep inside you, the tip kissing your cervix like he's trying to leave a piece of him behind intentionally.

"Who's making you feel this good, love?" With a low and possessive growl, his fingers tighten once more around your throat, the pace of his thrusts speeding up in the process when he feels your cunt clench around him tightly.

Breathlessly, with a whine that's far too high-pitched to even sound human, you whimper softly, "You.. You Lix.."

"Good fucking girl.. And who's got you so cock-drunk that you can't even form a coherent sentence baby?" Even more possessive, his hips snap violently against your ass, more tears pouring from your eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure you're experiencing from this alone.

You can't answer. He's truly got you so dumb.. So thoughtless, brainless.. Fuck, even if you wanted to think, you really couldn't.

Hearing your lack of an answer, he growls lowly, fingers gripping the sides of your neck just a tad bit tighter. Your head feels so fuzzy, like you're floating high above the clouds as you feel another orgasm approaching. He's being rough, punishing even.

"Answer me, Bunny.. Or else I'll pull out and you won't get to cum on my cock." The way with which he says this, strikes fear into you.

The absolute last thing you want is for him to leave you like this, on the very precipice of coming undone.

No.. You need it..

So bad..

"Lix.. No.. Please.. Please.." When he starts to fulfill his promise, slowing his punishing pace, you panic and whine, practically pleading with him.

"Then answer my question, love. Who's got you so cock-drunk that you can't even form a coherent sentence, let alone look me in the fucking eye, hm?"

You hadn't realized it until he'd pointed it out, but he was right. You were avoiding looking at him. Ever since he'd started fucking you again, you couldn't even bring yourself to look up at his face..

A particularly sharp thrust, deep enough to have the tip of his cock kissing that sweet spot that practically made you see stars again was all it took for you to finally provide him with an answer. "Fuck! Felix! You! You! Please! Please..."

The grip on your neck doesn't loosen. Rather, it stays exactly the same. Though he does resume his punishing pace from before, moving his free hand down in between your thighs to toy with your puffy clit, adding more sensitive stimulation to your already weeping cunt.

There's an unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in your chest, vision dotting as you try to keep yourself grounded. Though every single kiss to your cervix is making that task rather difficult.

"You gonna cum again baby..? I can feel how tight you're gripping me.. Fuck.. Gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?" Not even a few seconds after you realize just how close you are to coming undone, it seems he picks up on it, his breath far more uneven and wild as he continues to fuck into you like you're just an obedient little doll.

He's still toying with your clit, rolling the sensitive bud in between his thumb and index fingers. You swear that everything that's happening is overstimulating the hell out of you, but in the best possible way.

All you can even do is nod your head, glossy eyes finally making their way up to look at his face, which you notice is already peering down at you, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. Though as soon as he sees the glassy, almost far away, look in your eyes, he curses under his breath and picks up the speed on your clit.

"I've got you, baby.. I've got you.. Come on, love.. Cum on my cock like a good girl.. It's okay, I've got you.." His voice is no longer pointed or degrading, instead falling unusually soft and reassuring.

It seems he saw that you were beginning to slip, and he was reminding you that he wasn't going anywhere.

That feeling that was bubbling up in your chest is growing significantly, especially when hearing his honeyed words and the way his grip on your throat loosens enough to where your head doesn't feel nearly as fuzzy anymore.

You're so so close..

So close..

When you feel his cock throb inside you, hitting that soft spot that's got your vision nearly clearing, that's when you hear him curse again, his brows knitting together as his torso slumps forward slightly, his face falling just above your shoulder.

"Come on, my sweet girl.. Come on.. Want you to cum with me.. Fuck.. Come on baby.." At how breathy he sounds, your body finally decides to comply, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your cunt flutters pathetically around his cock, which in turn has him groaning right into your ear. "Thaaat's it.. Oh fuck.. Gooooood fucking girl.. Gonna fill you up baby.." He warns in a short breath, his noises increasing in speed and volume.

Hearing just how vocal he's become is only enlongating the euphoria of your own orgasm, thighs twitching and dripping with slick, cum, and sweat.

Finally, you feel a warmth spread within your overstimulated walls, his panting heavy and sloppy as he rocks his hips just a few more times to ensure he's as deep as he possibly can be before he nibbles softly at the top of your earlobe.

Your ears are ringing, body feeling weak and wobbly. If it weren't for the fact that his hand was still wrapped around your throat, those cold rings now warmed by the inferno that was your skin, you're almost certain you'd be face first in the couch right about now.

There's absolutely no thoughts swimming around in your head, either. Just the sensation of floating high above the clouds as you don a stupid smile on your face.

When he opens his eyes again, breathing still uneven and short, he sees how far off you look, how absolutely empty-headed you seem, and his facial expression softens. Tapping your side a few times, not too harshly, he gets your attention. Those pretty doe eyes are looking at him as though you're in love, though he chooses to ignore that for now.

"Gotta get up, baby.. I'll be right back, okay? Don't worry, I'll be quick, promise." He begins to remove his cock from your leaking and spent cunt, hissing softly as he himself is overstimulated, but he makes sure to gently grab your hips, successfully turning you back around so that your back is now flat against the armrest of the couch.

When all he gets is a slow and uncoordinated nod of the head, that expression he wears grows just a bit more fond.

You've dropped hard. That much he can tell.

He hadn't meant to make you slip into sub-space at all, but maybe it was a good thing, considering how calm and serene you now looked.

All the stresses of what your father was doing behind closed doors.. The fact that you weren't safe anymore, hence why he was here to protect you and keep you out of harms way..

He was fighting with himself on whether or not he should feel guilty about putting you into that mindset..

"Lixie.." When he hears your soft, sweet voice, call out to him just as he's about to go into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water for the two of you he stops and almost immediately snaps his head in your direction with a curious arch in his brow. "M' sorry for being mean to you. I know you're just doing your job.. Please don't go.."

That last little sentence, how softly you'd said it.. How small and vulnerable you'd sounded.. Just about confirmed that maybe you did need this.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. I'm just gonna get you something to drink and then something to clean you up with, and I promise I'll be right back." Reassuring you with a fond smile, he disappears into the kitchen, the sound of glasses clinking, and then water pouring fills your ears.

When he comes back, he holds two glasses of cold water in each of his hands, setting his down on the table next to the couch before coming to sit down with you, offering the glass to you. "Can you sit up for me, Bun?" Cooing softly, he encourages you to try and sit up and drink. You do sit up, but it hurts slightly, and you wince. "That's it, good girl.. Here, drink as much as you can. I'll be right back, I have to get a few things." He let's you hold the glass of cold refreshing water, whispering soft praises before he gets up once more and heads to one of the master bathrooms on the first floor.

With droopy, glistening eyes, you sip mindlessly away at the water, hearing him rustling about in the bathroom for a moment before he swiftly returns with what looks like a damp washcloth, and a hairbrush.

As soon as he's at your side again, he takes the glass of water, which is now empty, setting it down behind him next to his still full glass, before turning to you with the damp washcloth and a soft smile on his face. "If it's too much, I want you to tell me, okay? I'm gonna clean you up the best I can."

With a slow and fervent nod, you watch as he begins to dab the warm damp washcloth against various places between your legs, ensuring he's extra careful around your still overly sensitive areas. He's humming softly, the low timbre in his voice lulling you and filling you with a sense of calm.

Once he's done cleaning you up, he gently picks you up and carries you to the guest bedroom where he stays, placing you on the bed with tender care. He wordlessly turns to leave this time, though when he returns, he has the hairbrush in one hand, his glass of water in the other.

He crawls into bed behind you, pulling you onto his lap tenderly, gathering all of your hair, which is an honest mess.. Before he begins to lightly brush it out, still humming softly as if he is completely engrossed with what he's doing.

He's being so gentle. So kind. So tender. It's only serving to make you feel twice as safe now.

Once he's done brushing your hair, he gets out from behind you, instead lying at your side and holding you in his arms. "You did so well for me, love. I'm proud of you." He whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head tenderly. "Get some sleep for me. I'll be right here when you wake up in the morning." His hands are gently caressing your sides, his humming resuming when he feels your body relax even further into him.

"Night Lixie.." You whisper into the dark of the room.

"Goodnight, Bunny. Sleep well." He coos in return.

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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 years ago

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already was musing on how like, here's an intro that's Establishing Things, and it's like, does it matter that we were given a quants interaction of winston being like "hey you were nice to me there, actually. it reminds me of how" only for rian to pull the nice maneuvers of not wanting to listen to him share anything, being willing to just issue an order to someone about what he gets to do (talk for ten seconds) and doing so, then some underwhelming flair used to insult him surely, i guess that he's so stupid(tm) or whatever. like, wondering does that mean anything really that that was just about rian being an asshole, as has been sprinkled in before, just little moments that deadend with winston just feeling Disheartened b/c rian was shitty for no reason. does it mean anything that she did anything for the quant duo before that in refusing a chance to not sit next to him. theoretically just a [we're still tmc] kind of choice to stick together, and sure didn't move her to even treat him like a person she dislikes, just a nonperson she also dislikes

and relatedly it's going to be just as hilarious as rian, what, implying winston hasn't heard / of the french language, that the theory that rian and dollar bill become some kind of duo based on being Hilarious(tm) but also just terrible to any & everyone and bullying people has only more plausible, And that this episode of billions' introduction / establishment of dollar bill is decidedly centered around "yeah nobody likes this guy or can stand to deal with him. not even the people paid to be there, not even the self-declared Too Nice guy who kept choosing hanging out with dollar bill & his bullying over working & hanging out with his friend taylor" so it sure doesn't seem like that's leaving much room for [oh that was an oversight] if dollar bills going to fuck off into mpc hq on the regular and rian's immediately going to be like of course i can roll with this fuckin asshole

and truly a distillation of "rian's supposedly gets the 'good' treatment of More Material & being taken more seriously by other characters, but this only meant that instead of any sense of character &/or her own actual subplots ever, she's whatever a different more prominent character needs for their plot at any given time; winston's peripheral funny little guy unimportance & insulting treatment is still so much better re: being a character" if winston gets the worst treatment of being shoved out of mpc by episode three and rian is graced with hanging around most or all season only to be judged & condemned to now have that loss of [quant duo] replaced with being insufferable bullying horrible person dollar bill's New Friend and like, right away, with ease. and like i was saying like i would not argue with that, if rian had the consistent principle of treating anyone with basic respect she wouldn't be treating winston as a nonperson, and of course she has a broader capacity for being an asshole to anyone at any point that's just drier and less [outbursts of physical aggression] than dollar bill's style.

no idea what rian's overall arcs could be when yknow, why is she here, why has she stayed here, her most relevance right now gets to be "has the dialogue capacity to talk about getting prince with a sex scandal. also has zero thoughts on how power factors into one rather than that you just need to be polite about it?" which only feels truly character specific when held up against "rian was supposedly bullied but also Above even hating the people who did it. but she is also a bully and not even especially emotionally detached about it, even though how she treats winston is more important than how she feels about it" like basically "also a bully" is her most coherent deal. and it's just Interesting that simply being mean to winston is again basically pointed out, and her future bestie or [put in the same shots duo status] dollar bill is Impending but the episode was like "yeah of course everyone hates this guy, for being awful" and the joke nonjoke the whole time that unfortunately rian might get along just fine with bill as workplace (and probably also life in general, it's not a honed strategy they limit to the office) bullies

so that That's what rian gets for getting to stick around, while winston Might get to be shoved out of the fund hq with any character flair from him and, i do unfortunately have to wonder harder now, maybe any relevance afforded to the way people have treated him, indeed maybe rian especially, his personal bully and abusive friend. and because other people also see rian as better than him & maybe also winston as [not a person], if winston does anything that's indeed deliberately petty, mean, Angry, etc, towards rian, That will be seen as unacceptable vs the yknow checks notes years of cruel interpersonal treatment from rian to winston, but nothing hangs in the balance on that front, people won't suddenly be like "nice. winston's a person to me now, which, why am i even in a position to Decide that" if he's shoved out & goes quietly & politely and creates no problems in return. and, very much like dollar bill, i don't think rian will change, but for winston's own sake it would be Heartening if he voices his experience such that we know he knows it was bullshit, even though of course rian, and probably anyone else, isn't going to choose to listen past 5 seconds, least of all when he's clearly indicating a general state of irritation. rooting for flair and idiosyncrasy for him and indeed that the best sources for that could be with taylor, please, the person he's always been here for, rian, the person for years now bullying him more than she does anyone else or more than anyone else does to winston, and even fun if there's anything with tuk his apparent genuine friend tuk, and by "fun" i mean "such a delight i daren't really think much abt it From Canon"

anyways the tl;dr i suppose is that winston getting apparently thrown away in the first third of the season is insulting treatment but rian getting to stay and be dollar bill's wretched bestie is truly the worse fate and basically that distillation of like. oh winston's bringing it on himself he's so annoying nobody likes him, while in actuality all the ways he's never fit in or done things "right" and how he would never have been hired if taylor hadn't done it are all compliments and endorsements. while rian's been viewed as a capable valuable person by all from the start and treated as Better Than even others who are still also seen people, but her "success" and the shit she gets to continue to do in how she treats people b/c nothing about being at work stops that and some things facilitate & reward it, see: also dollar bill being around the whole time & now also back, definitely include treating a friendly coworker any which way, which she usually chooses to be: badly. and of course shoutout to the thread of taylor being like "if you stay btw you'll probably get all fucked up" but like also rian just Brought the [i'm a bully but it's fine when i do it. it's bad when it happens to Me] stance from the start, but like, obviously always the opportunity to get worse and just be left off with that implication of Never Trying To Learn, just like your new good friend dollar bill

real tl;dr As Fates Go winston being shitted on & fired / driven to quit >>>>>>>> rian sticking around, befriending dollar bill. and like not in the way i'm arguing that the fate is worse like In Conceptual Quality. it's just a hell of a potential condemnation / indirect illustration of like, here's this person it's horrible to be around, here's a reminder rian is cruel to this coworker on a dime anytime, here's rian deciding the horrible person is Alright anyways. maybe they'll be busy with a bullying power struggle the whole time. and maybe winston will get to appear outside the fund actually. just really something to be going like "oh my god lmao rian and dollar bill might actually be specifically getting along well as fellow [be horrible to coworkers] bullies and assholes who feel Above It, it being many other people, this being a kind of requirement there" and to be wondering if billions will make this fact that rian's job is being an asshole more relevant at all, if even to be like yeah leaving off with a lost cause here, including that i really doubt winston can Get Through To her even with his ability & willingness to air his grievances, and like, as though oh actually winston brought it upon himself b/c rian just didn't knowww, that's on him and his visible pain & verbal expressions of that pain & requests that she stop which Weren't Enough, and as though maintaining that onesided dynamic for bullying and demeaning and shutting down and abusing was like an unconscious accidental coincidence every time and not its own Active Process, regardless of what the other person does or doesn't do, and with the agenda of maintaining that [i'm the person who chooses how things go; they're the object that reacts accordingly like it's laws of physics level of demands of reality] one-sided relationship, so they'd only just be looking to react to what that other person does or doesn't do in ways that serve those purposes anyway. sometimes rian's "nicer" but she's still the one deciding how everything goes, winston can only roll with it like a ball at the top of a ramp like, of course, unquestionable. cue space winston, zero gravity

haha another tl;dr. winston being disposed of is a warmer Fate to assign a character than rian's potential "of course she's friends with dollar bill now" like lmfao Ouch. but yeah of course.

#one wrench in things is no idea if [winston :/ing at rian hugging taylor out in the open] will play into anything #didn't seem to affect him now and if it was absolute Need To Know we might've been reminded. but it's billions; no guarantees #and similarly; whatever bullshit gets him shoved out &/or leaving on his own is bound to be unguessable #already dealing with tmc problems; being on on the floor; not much taylor time; though their being Away is new / unknown #winston billions #rian could've at least been nonbinary. but they can't be like no NO rian is not [still Questioning] [and in part thus still closeted too]#winston quant billions sees his new nonbinary person he wants to impress & will be penciling in [swoon about it] immediately #at least with taylor he's just largely had to deal with that distance / lack of access already in general #re: rian it's like yeah here's your new devoted bully to sit next to you who Doesn't actually want you to Never talk to her #b/c he has to have hopes to be dashed & speak up to be made to shut up & be more Available in general than if he Avoided her in general #iconic to take your autistic bestie's interest & hang out to engage w/them abt it until you lash out at them over it for chatting abt it #[rian calls winston a slur] is truly there in spirit even if it doesn't manifest #or that the difference in her & dollar bill is in just variations in affect & specific strategies. not in spirit #like she might do the office: you don't call [rworded] ppl [rwords]. it's bad taste. you call your friends [''s] when they're acting [''ed]#but that's also in a world where it's an episode abt everyone hatecriming winston for being himself Out as autistic #and idk if rian would refer to winston as a friend. she would if it kept him strung along with that hope on his end anyways but #5x05 through 5x07 riawin really had so much potential but it's being realized in taylip #and itself became ''yeah rian could get along fine with dollar bill'' b/c she won't regard winston as a person #true of many other people but they want to ignore him most of the time vs use him as a chew toy so

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