Heâs got you in front of the mirror, legs spread over his lap, pussy bare and glistening with your essence. One hand fondles your soft breast, tweaking your nipple with just enough pressure to make your pussy dribble with arousal. His other hand is teasing, idle on your inner thigh, fingers just barely grazing your sensitive skin. Your whimpers have him smirk into your hair, and he takes a deep breath in, your scent intoxicating himâ driving him to commit gentle sins on your mortal flesh.
Calloused fingertips lay trails of feather touches up, up, and up until heâs just barely ghosting your aching bud. You cant your hips up, and wriggle in a vain attempt to get closer, to rub harderâ craving the drunken sensation that could only come with more friction.
He touches you lightly, teasing you, eyes focused on the glistening reflection of your juicy pussy spread open and dripping down your slit, right to your puckered entrance below before dripping with debauched showmanship onto the wooden floorboards below. You see your entrance quiver with the need to be filled, and you watch with frustrated lust the way Gladioâs fingers ghost the wetness of your willing heat.
Heâs so gentle, so careful⌠you gush more in anticipation, and he gasps at the expulsion of silken clear fluid from your heat. The lewd sound of your slick dripping onto the floor in the puddle that was all your own earned you a low whine from the man who held you against him, spread and ready for more than more.
âBabe, youâre so pretty like this.â He teases you with a gentle rub against your clit, and you arch your back, the sensation of coming undone so near yet so far. âI could play with you all day. Just like this. See you panting for me, while I touch you wherever I want. See you dripping like a little whore. Just for me⌠my baby girlâŚâ
ă RATING: Teen | GENRE: Drama | 1,376 words
ă SUMMARY: You get drugged, but Gladio saves you from the worst case scenario.
It was supposed to be a simple time to just let loose. After everything thatâs happened, everyone had decided it wouldnât hurt to indulge themselves in a night club close to the hotel where you and the others were staying. Perhaps it was because of the wilder atmosphere of the setting, but Gladio had fallen back to his flirtatious ways, sweet-talking some women he came across.
RATING: Teen | GENRE: Fluff | WORD COUNT: 1,353 SUMMARY: Gladio has a surprise for your birthday. AUTHORâS COMMENT: Ahhh, why am I always late with these⌠Anyways, happy birthday @fieryfantasy! This ended up much longer and fluffier than intended, hah. I hope you had/have a wonderful day!
Gladio canât help but grin like a complete idiot, his cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling. His amber eyes look like theyâre twinkling, excitement coursing through his veins as he imagines what your reaction will be like when you see the surprise he has in store for you. He imagines that sweet smile of yours he loves so much gracing your lips when he gives you the gifts heâs picked out especially for you, and all it does is make the man smile much wider, if it was possible.
Prompto, whoâs walking a few steps ahead of the Shield, glances back around to look at his friend, and it warms his heart to see Gladio so happy. Thereâs a bounce in his steps, and that grin of his has never left his face. The blond fetches his camera, walking backwards on the street and hoping not to crash, and he points the lens towards the taller male whoâs still lost in his own thoughts. The flash and click of the camera brings him back to reality, one of his eyebrows quirking and head tilting to the side in confusion.
The blond shrugs his shoulders, âI had to get the shot to show Iggy and Noct later. I mean, have you seen how you look like right now?â
Using both arms and with exaggerated motions, Prompto gestures towards the Shieldâs appearance. There really isnât anything different to his usual attire except maybe looking a bit more well-groomed heâs carrying oversized Moogle and Chocobo plushies underneath both of his arms, one of his hands holding onto a brightly-coloured bag that contained your favourite flavoured cake. All the cute-looking items looks amusing when coupled with the manâs intimidating appearance. Enough so that it actually garners some stares and giggles.
âWhat?â Gladio asks, not seeing what the problem is.
Prompto just sighs in response, playfully rolling his eyes. His friend is so helplessly in love with you, itâs almost unbearable. But itâs also the reason why the blond decided to take some time to help Gladio with his surprise for you.
RATING: Teen | GENRE: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff | WORD COUNT: 1,214 SUMMARY: Gladio decides you need to take a break. NOTE: Written in First POV (Readerâs) AUTHORâS COMMENT: So this ended up being a bit more personal which is why I ended up writing in first POV instead of my usual second POV. Sweet, soft, and fluffy Gladio gives me pure life.
âHey, you need to stopâŚâ Gladio heaved a sigh as he placed his firm hands on my shoulders from behind. I understood full well where his concern was coming from, but I chose not to heed his warning and continued with my work, my eyes glued to the screen while my fingers continued to type. Even without looking, I can tell that Gladio was frowning, displeased at my apparent lack of care towards my well-being.
Seeing as the gentle approach didnât work, the Shield had no choice but to use force. His hands left my shoulders, and for a moment, I foolishly thought that he would leave me alone so that I can continue with my work in peace. Suddenly, heâs gripping the sides of my body and lifting me up into the air.
âHey!â I shrieked in protest, struggling against him at this abrupt action. Gladio said nothing and draped me over one of his broad shoulders with my legs over his chest and my torso behind his back like I weighed nothing to him.
âYou havenât been eating much.â It wasnât a question, but rather a statement. An accusatory one at that, but still true. I bit my lower lip at his tone that was laced with worry, knowing where he was going with this. âAnd you havenât been sleeping much either.â
RATING: General | GENRE: Hurt/Comfort | WORD COUNT: 1,092 SUMMARY: You slowly find yourself accepting Gladioâs company.
âIâm fine,â you insist, but the way your voice cracks at the end suggests that youâre not. Afraid of breaking down in front of the tall and mighty Shield before you, you take a sharp turn on your heel to leave with a huff; however, you donât get far. Youâve barely taken a step away when Gladio grasps your wrist with his firm hands, his grip unrelenting yet not exactly forceful either as he keeps you in place.
âYouâre lying.â
âIâm not,â you bark in return while keeping your back turned to him, struggling to get your wrist free. But Gladio is much more powerful than you, and you know thereâs no way youâre going to be able to free yourself unless the man allows it.
âYou are,â he states, as though it wasnât obvious enough already. His voice is even and determined, but his heart aches to see you refusing his help when it was something you needed, even if you didnât admit it yourself. Gladio allows his hand to slide down from your wrist, and he spreads your fingers apart with his own so that he can interlock them together. His hand is warm, and it causes your resolve to crumble even more.
RATING: Teen | GENRE: Fluff/Slice of Life | WORD COUNT: 660 SUMMARY: You and Gladio share a sweet moment together in bed.
Humming softly to yourself, your eyes follow the trails your fingers make on the skin of the man you comfortably settled yourself atop. Both of your bodies are bare and flush against one anotherâs with clothes strewn all around the dimly lit bedroom. Gladio breathes out a satisfied sigh with one of his arms lazily draped over your waist while his other hand runs along the length of your arm in a slow and rhythmic pattern.
The sheets are a complete mess, and the blanket was haphazardly thrown over both of your figures after a heated session. You continue to hum as your fingers find their way to Gladioâs messy hair, and you absentmindedly comb through the locks to smoothen them out. As you do, you end up locking gazes with the man beneath you, and a smile crosses its way to your lips.
âWhat is it?â Gladio asks while attaching a chuckle at the end of his question when you stare at his eyes for too long, his deep voice breaking you out of your reverie.
âHmâŚ? Oh,â you breathe out when you finally register the question into your mind. Your smile widens by a bit more, and you tilt your head to the side, your hair falling over your shoulders with the action. âI was just thinking about how gorgeous your eyes are.â
The Shield pauses with his actions for a moment, and his eyes slowly widen. A few seconds later, heâs donning a wide and cheeky grin on his features. âYeah?â He asks to confirm.
His reaction pulls a short giggle out of you before you respond, âYeah.â
Gladioâs grin starts to melt into a smirk, and you suddenly find the room spinning around you as the man flips the both of you around without warning to switch positions. The abrupt motion elicits a shriek which becomes bubbling laughter as Gladio peppers your face with kisses, purposefully tickling you with his stubble.
You attempt to stop the man by pushing against him, but Gladio easily captures your wrists and pins them down to the bed as he continues to shower you with his kisses, smiling against your skin while he listens to your laughter he loves so much. You turn your head to try to escape, but all that does is give the Shield access to more areas for him to show his affection.
âGladioâ!â Your protest is cut off short when the man crashes his lips onto yours into a deep kiss. All of your breath leaves you, and your eyes flutter close as you melt into the Shieldâs warmth.
Gladio eventually lets go of your wrists, and while his hands go to hold you by your hips, your arms wind around his neck to pull him closer against you. Pulling away with a sigh of admiration, the man gazes down at you with lidded eyes, his expression both soft yet full of fire at the same time. That look he gives you sends your heart racing each and every time, and your fingertips trace the shape of his jaw as the pair of you continue to stare at the other in silence.
âYouâre beautiful,â Gladio whispers, and there are so many other things heâs said with those two simple words. Those words seem so heavy with the weight of his feelings for you, but you graciously accept them.
The Shield lies back down on the bed, claiming his spot beside you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You bury yourself into his chest and breathe in his scent, smiling to yourself. Gladio draws lazy circles on your lower back, and the sensation makes you sleepy in addition to the sound of his heartbeat and deep breaths.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy, and you find yourself drifting further and further away from consciousness. âSweet dreams,â Gladio murmurs, and you know that there exists no sweeter dream than being in Gladioâs arms like this.
Oh, the man that started it all. Blame him. To finish off our little evening of fun, we have Daddy getting whatâs coming to him and frankly, Iâve been very self-indulgent with all of these Gladioâs, so without further adoâŚ
NSFW as hell.
Explicit gifs below the cut none of which belong to me.
Warnings / Kink Menu: Femdom, bondage, teasing, edging, marking, pegging, choking, waxplay, breeding. Once again, if Iâve missed any then please let me know.
If Iâm not mistaken, you also wanted a fic with this???
Bleeding Out: Vampire!Gladio x Female!Reader
He could smell it.
He could smell it from miles upon miles away and feel like it was right next to him.
The sweet smell of your blood, freely dripping away from your body and having the ability to pool around you.
It was one of his favorite smells, one so powerful it practically drew the vampire through the woods to only have shock yank him out from his presence in the pool of hunger he fell into.
His amber eyes were wide and the bag of camping gear on his shoulder practically felt like concrete suddenly filled it.
Dropping the equipment, he was on his knees right by your side as his large hands carefully took your smaller hands.
Iâve been sitting on this for a while, and finally got it out! Majority of this was written at ungodly hours in the morning, so please pardon any shoddy writing. âĽ
Tagging some babes who might enjoy some older Gladio action~
The melodic chirping of birds draws you from your slumber, sunlight
lulling you out from underneath the irresistible warmth of the duvet curled
around your body. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you notice the bedroom is
markedly absent of your boyfriend of three years, Gladiolus. A glance to the
right of the room provides the sight of the bathroom door closed, steam curling
out from beneath the crack above the floor.
You reach for your phone sitting on the nightstand,
unlocking the screen and opening the weather app. The forecast reports the
beautiful, sunny day ahead, and you quickly switch over to the messenger app,
gushing to your group of friends that the plans youâd made a week prior
wouldnât be rained on. It was surprising how quickly the notifications dinged
with replies, considering the sun begun its ascent not an hour prior.
Placing your phone down on the bed, you tread lightly over
the plush carpet to the closet, intent on retrieving your outfit for the day.
You pull the closet doors open and flick on the overhead light to assist in your
search. Coat hangers are shuffled out of the way as you card through clothes,
stopping momentarily in consideration as you eye the crisp, black,
short-sleeved police uniform that Gladio donned daily. Your eyes stared blankly
as you began to fantasize over how well his musculature filled it out, needing
to wipe your chin just in case as you mentally salivated over the vision he
made.
The uniform is promptly removed from its spot and carried
over to the bed, laid out neatly for when the man in question vacates the
bathroom. Returning to the closet to begin your search once more, hangers are shifted
across the bar holding them at a faster pace before your movements come to a
halt. The dress that caught your attention, a low-cut, skintight black number
that would fall no further than the middle of your thigh, took one glance
before you knew it was everything you were looking for. The dress, and a
matching pair of sexy, strappy black heels are pulled from their respective
spots in the closet before the doors are hastily shut.
You set the items on the bed, bustling over toward the
bathroom door and giving it a customary rap with your knuckles before you
enter. Steam billows out and around your form as you take a step inside.
âGladdy, youâre gonna end up using all of the hot water,â your slight complaint
is amplified with the steam as you approach the shower curtain, peeking behind
it at the man.
Ohh, the sight he made. The water trailing in rivulets along
tanned skin, dark lines of ink tracing tastefully along his back, wrapping
around to cover his chiseled pecs and arms. Long brown hair, darkened further
and soaked by the water washing through it, hangs limply around his shoulders.
The desire to just reach the short distance to grab that firm ass and squeeze was damn near irrepressible. And
you would have given into it, had he not turned around to face you, providing
an even better view from the front.
âYou could always hop in with me, ya know.â
With your eyes sweeping along his body, it took a moment to fully
register his words while your gaze is stuck somewhere between those powerful
thighs and the scarred chest you were itching to trail your fingers and mouth
over. You forcibly snap your eyes up to his burning amber ones, wiping away any
imaginary drool from your mouth for the second time this morning before you
found your bearings enough to form a coherent response. âI, uhh, donât think
that would be a good idea. Wouldnât want to make you late for work again.â
Gladioâs eyes narrow slightly on you, taking in the dusting
of pink on your cheeks as your brain replays the memory of exactly how youâd made him late previously. Down
to each last, toe-curling detail. You shake it off as a throaty chuckle rumbles
from him, the sound affecting you more than you let show. âMy offer still
stands, sweetheart.â
Giving him another thorough once over, your smile sweetly before
denying once more. âWhile that offer may be very enticing, darling, Iâm afraid
Iâll have to pass. Iâve got plans and I donât wish to be late,â a disappointed
look flashes across his face, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared, and it didnât
escape your notice. You lean forward to press an apologetic kiss on those full
lips, getting sprayed by the constant stream from the showerhead in the
process.
A wry smile lifts Gladioâs lips when you pull away, âSuit
yourself, babe.â
He tilts his head under the spray once more, sifting large
fingers through his hair before moving away and making to exit the shower. âI
was on the way out anyway, so itâs all yours,â the man grips the section of the
curtain youâd parted, opening it further and brushing his hard, soaked body
against yours as he steps out to grab a towel, wrapping it around himself and
leaving it hanging dangerously low on his hips. You bite your lip and reach
behind him, palm landing a hearty smack on his ass. Gladio merely shakes his
head and laughs as you give yourself a congratulatory pat on the back.
Once the door to the bathroom is shut following his departure,
you strip and hop in under the stream of water. The temperature is noticeably
less hot than before, spurring you to pick up the pace so you wouldnât tempt
fate and end up freezing. Your hair was lathered, body scrubbed and fully rinsed
in record time, so you shut off the shower. Pulling back the shower curtain
with one hand and wringing droplets from your hair with the other, youâre faced
with another problem as you glance around the room.
There are no towels to be seen on the shelves, and you
grumble under your breath at the revelation. Gladio mustâve forgotten to check
beforehand and replace them in the usual spot. Stepping out of the tub and onto
the soft mat, you shake some of the remaining water from your body before entering
the bedroom completely naked.
You feel his eyes on you the instant the door opens, heated
gaze burning a trail along your curves as you saunter over to him, picking up
the towel heâd tossed on the bed and ruffling it over your hair. You glance up
at him from beneath your eyelashes. âBaby, you forgot to put more towels in the
bathroom.â He finished tucking his shirt into his slacks, fastening them now
and sliding a belt through the loops.
âMaybe I should forget more often, if it means I get to see
you walking out like that,â Gladio winks at you, leaning down and pressing a
kiss to the corner of your lips before moving to grab a hair tie from the
dresser, putting his hair up in its usual ponytail. All that was missing was
the black cap, but with or without it his appearance still managed to make your
heart skip a beat and allow less than wholesome thoughts to run rampant through
your brain.
Making your way towards the dresser as well, you stand
before the mirror, bending at the waist to get closer. You peruse the cosmetics
laid out before you before going to work on your face, knowing that Gladioâs
eyes are glued to your form the entire time. The man cleared his throat,
bringing your gaze to him in the reflection.
âIâm heading out now, so have fun with your friends. Donât
do anything I wouldnât do.â
You blow him a kiss, giggling, âThereâs not much you
wouldnât do, honey.â
He strokes his hand across your back as he passes you on the
way to the bedroom door, âYouâve got me on that. Just stay safe, y/n.â
âAye-aye, Capân!â
The door shuts with a resounding click, and you turn your
attention back to the mirror, taking your time with the makeup and grooming your
hair. Once youâre finished, you slip the dress onto your body and smooth your
hands down the fabric, relishing the snug fit that tastefully accentuates your
curves. The heels follow close after, and youâre ready to go. You pick up your
phone to shoot a message to your friend who offered to pick you up a couple
days prior.
As you wait for a response, you begin gathering a load of
dirty clothes to put in the wash during your absence. Humming on your way to
the laundry room, you dump the load in the machine and start it up. After a
moment, the loud text notification chimes from the bedroom, bringing you back
to see that your friend is on the way.
Leaving the bedroom, you go to the kitchen to grab your
purse, slinging it over your shoulder and grabbing a granola bar. You decide to
check the mailbox while you wait and step out the front door. Finding it empty,
you lock the door and close it behind you. The already pleasant temperature was
rising slowly as the sun continued its climb along the vivacious blue of the
sky.
Tilting your head back in idle daydream, youâre startled
from your thoughts at the blaring of a car horn. When you look to place it, you
find your friend parked in the street frantically waving out the passenger
window to get your attention. âYou ready, y/n? Letâs go!â
âIâm coming,â you call back, making your way to the car,
sliding into the seat and buckling up once inside. She makes certain youâre
safe with a smile before shifting out of park and driving off. Small talk about
last nightâs airing of DuWaulâs Swag Race and work filled the car over the
lowered volume of the radio.
âSo you know heâs
going to be there, right? I figured Iâd warn you in advance.â
You can feel your eyes rolling so hard they couldâve flown
out of their sockets and gone into orbit. He is the coworker who couldnât seem to take a hint that you were spoken for,
and incessantly continued his advances on you. Something that Gladiolus didnât
quite appreciate, if the last company party and Gladioâs irritation and veiled warnings
towards the man were anything to go by.
âWell, itâs not like I have a say in who goes. I wasnât in
charge of invites.â
She nods her head empathetically, âThatâs true, but you
shouldnât have to deal with him if he makes you uncomfortable.â
âHeâs not the one Iâm there for. I can just try to avoid him
the whole time, donât worry.â
A smile crossed her face, âIâm your friend, of course Iâll
worry.â Turning the wheel, she pays close attention to the buildings on the
right side of the street before her eyes widen in recognition. âHere we are!
Just gotta find parking now, but I can drop you here first.â
You nod your assent as the vehicle slows to a stop,
releasing the seatbelt from your frame as you step out and wave a hand at her, âIâll
be inside, then.â She immediately pulls off after the door closes, and you
begin walking toward the club entrance, passing a shady looking alley on the
way. When you reach the entrance, youâre stopped by a large man.
âHow can I help you?â
You offer your I.D, giving the name of the friend you were
here for, and he nods, letting you pass. The contrast between the dim,
artificial lighting of the club and the sun outside is drastic, and your eyes
need a few moments to adjust before you press onwards in search of your group
of friends and coworkers. The din of the music thumping at a moderate volume,
and chatter of perfect strangers leaves you incapable of hearing your name
being called until the person aiming for your attention is upon you.
âHey, y/n! You made it!â
The owner of the voice taps your shoulder and you turn
around, meeting the sparkling eyes of the woman whom the group made the plans
for. âHey girl, happy birthday!â You reach out to give her a friendly hug,
which she returns in kind.
âThank you so much! Iâm so happy everyone got together and
planned this for me. Yâall are so nice,â she laughed before pointing towards a
large table off to the side of the bar, âWeâre all over there, if you wanna go
set your purse down. Iâll be out on the floor!â With a pat on your back, sheâs
gone and youâre left to wander across the sizeable throng of people.
Surprising, because isnât a little
too early for this many people to be out clubbing?
Reaching the large circular booth, you place your purse under
the seats further back, straightening up and heading to the bar to get yourself
a drink. You find an empty stool and seat yourself, pressing your hands to the
smooth wood surface in front of you and waiting for the bartender. You glance a
bit down the row of people, noting that heâs catering to someone further down
the line, so you turn your head back. A sudden blur and warmth to your right
nearly startles you from your perch. You press your hand to your chest,
attempting to slow the pounding in your chest when you notice exactly who
spooked you before they speak.
âHey there, baby, you come here often?â
Pursing your lips, you scoot to the edge of the stool
furthest from your pesky coworker, âI donât, and I certainly wonât start now.â He
takes your rebuttal in stride, wrapping his arm around your waist as the
bartender appears.
âHey buddy, can I get a refill? And the same thing for this
lovely lady as well.â
Your skin crawls at the contact, and you can smell the
alcohol on his breath as your body stiffens in discomfort. âRemove your arm
from around me, or Iâll do it for you.â
âDonât be like that babe, just relax,â his hand squeezes
your hip, sending you off the stool as you grab his wrist and remove it from
you. Your escape from the bar is halted as he swiftly grabs your wrist in a
tight grip. âWhere are you going? I just wanna have a little bit of fun with
you.â
âWhy are you so persistent? Iâve been asking you for the
longest time to stop flirting with me and touching me. I have a boyfriend, take
a hint,â tone sharp, you attempt to yank your wrist from his grip, only
succeeding in pulling him closer.
The cloying scent of alcohol grows stronger as heâs steps
close until heâs practically in your face, âDonât be a spoilsport sweetie, I
can make you forget about him.â The hand that isnât holding your wrist comes
around behind you to grab your ass and squeeze. Thatâs when you snapped,
shoving his body away as hard as you could. The inebriation doesnât assist when
he flails and stumbles, slamming into two people on their barstools behind him
and knocking them off.
One of the men shoots up from the floor immediately, rage growing
in his eyes as he fists the front of your coworkerâs shirt, yanking him up from
his heap on the floor.
âWhat the fuck is
your problem? Are you trying to start shit?!â The man shouting in his face only
serves to piss him off, as he shoves the man from him.
âDonât touch me, you dumb fuck!â
The commotion draws the attention of other patrons, turning
heads as some jeer at the brewing fight, and others begin pulling out their
phones. You step towards the men, trying to intervene before someone pulls you
back. A look confirms itâs your friend whoâd dropped you off not ten minutes
earlier.
âI was right to worry. Iâm gone for a little while and thereâs
a fight? What the heck happened?â
You begin explaining the situation to her before the
shouting voices escalate even further, turning your attention back as soon as
the first punch is thrown. The circle of people around the two men grows
impenetrable as they surround the fight, growing loud in response.
âOh my god,â your friend digs in her purse for her phone, âThatâs
it, Iâm calling the police.â
You nod, turning and hurrying back to the booth to dig your
purse out from beneath the seat. When you return, her phone is out of sight. âThere
are two squad cars around the corner, thank god. Theyâll be here in a minute.â
By now, the whole clubâs attention has gone to the fight, a
couple of the bouncers are pushing people aside to get to the fray. The wall of
bodies just seems to grow bigger and louder in response. Itâs not long until
the doors of the club bursts open, three black-clad forms rushing in and
towards the crowd. A collective shout of âPolice!â has the crowd spreading like wildfire, not wishing to get in the way of the
stocky men lumbering through to separate the brawl and haul them off.
The excitement dies down fast, and you can see your coworker
and the other man, both bloodied and bruised, held apart and looking regretful while
handcuffs are slapped across their wrists. Looking at the officer standing
behind the man who was pushed off his stool, you tread closer, âItâs Gladio!â
As if he heard your voice, his amber gaze met yours across the distance, brows
furrowing as he says something to another officer next to him.
The man nods and claps his shoulder before Gladiolus makes
his way over to you.
âSo youâre here. What happened?â Pop music begins thumping
as if on cue after he states his question. The other officers are removing the
men from the building, and you peer up at your boyfriend.
âLetâs go outside to talk, where itâs quieter.â When he
nods, you lead him by the forearm to a side exit near the bathrooms that open
out into the alleyway you passed on your way in. You notice the squad car
parked past the entrance, close to the exit youâd both come out of.
âNoticed one of the men fighting was your sleazy coworker. He
probably deserved it.â The mild irritation in Gladioâs voice had you puffing
out a laugh as you launched into another explanation of the previous events,
leading up to you being out here with him now. His dark brows furrow in anger
at your recounting of the manâs actions before youâd shoved him (albeit
accidentally) into the other man.
âAnd thatâs how the fight happened.â He steps forward, a
strange glint in his eyes that has you stepping back with him until youâre
caged between his arms against the car behind you.
âYouâre mine, y/n. Your coworker had better learn his place
before I put him in it.â Your hands find his shoulders as his gravelly voice
rumbles, body pressing against yours. Gladio getting riled up never failed to get
you going, the man always released that pent-up frustration on your body in such
sinfully delicious ways.
âGlad-â
His name dies in your throat when his mouth covers yours,
tongue parting your lips effortlessly and ravishing your mouth. He pulls back,
biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
âWho gave you the right to call me that?â The tone his voice
takes sends a jolt down your spine, straight to your core, and he whips you around
so youâre no longer facing him.
A sharp intake of breath precedes your reply, âN-No one,
Sir. I apologize.â
Your wrists are held in an iron grip behind your back,
another hand gripping a fistful of hair and forcibly bending you over the hood
of the sleek black police car. The side of your face squishes against the
glossy finish, hot breath puffing across the surface and fogging it momentarily
before it disappears without a trace. You know he expects obedience right now,
but decide to test your boundaries.
âAre you gonna frisk me now, Officer? Search my body for any
incriminating evidence before showing me how you punish bad girls?â
The burly man growls as your ass shakes teasingly, managing
to brush against the front of his slacks before he takes a step back to cut off
the contact. The grasp on your wrists tightens, drawing a pained yelp from your
throat before a gravelly voice warns, âIâd hold my tongue if I were you,
sweetheart. Youâve got no clue what youâre getting yourself into.â
Your lips part with a biting laugh, almost sounding
believably unfazed were it not for your current vulnerable position, as you
challenge the veiled warning in his statement, âI may not know what Iâm getting
myself into, but I can think of a thing or two Iâd like you to get into me.â
Striking amber eyes slit dangerously in response.
âYou asked for it, babe.â
Letting go of your wrists, he pushes them up beside your
head, biting out a harsh âKeep them there.â He sinks to one knee behind you,
calloused hands rolling your dress up over your ass. A chill races down your
spine when you feel his nose rubbing along the lace panties covering you heat,
burrowing against your clit and inhaling deeply. The stubble on his cheeks
tickle your thighs as you whine in embarrassment.
You were beginning to rethink your teasing the man in public
and spoke up, glancing around from your compromised position.
âWait, Gladdy, weâre in public, anyone can turn that corner
and-â A resounding yelp cuts off your protest when the pressure of his face
between your thighs disappears and a large hand hits your ass in a stinging
slap.
âWhat did you call me?â Gladioâs authoritative voice seems
to reverberate through your body, shaking you to the core as he frames your ass
in his hands, taking in the pleasing red mark his hand left behind before
hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties and yanking them down your
thighs. There was no backing out of this now.
âI-Iâm sorry, Officer Amicitia. I just donât want to get in trouble,â Your pitch heightens on the
last word, as he crouches behind you once more, teeth sinking into your thigh
as he wraps his lips around the skin and sucks harshly. Laving his tongue over
the blemish left behind, he began, âYouâre getting exactly what you wanted
sweetheart. Donât even think about stepping out of line while Iâm punishing
you.â
The embarrassment within you gave way to arousal, although
you were a tad loathe to admit your secret fantasy of Gladiolus taking you in
public. Now faced with the opportunity, you find yourself giving in all too
easily with an almost reckless abandon.
Gladio squeezes the fleshy globes of your ass with his
hands, using them to press you more firmly against the car. His mouth makes
contact with your uncovered pussy, slick tongue wiggling over your clit and
along your labia. The saliva mixing with your own natural lubricant has you
soaked in no time, and itâs a challenge on its own to quiet the moans slipping
from your throat. The stubble on his chin scratches over your clit, causing you
to writhe and whine beneath his ministrations.
Satisfied with how wet you were, Gladio removes his mouth
from you and rises to his feet. The tinkling of his belt buckle could be heard
from behind you, and you tilt your head to better watch what he was doing. When
his thick, turgid cock is freed from the confines of the slacks, he spits in
the palm of his hand, smoothing the saliva over his length as he lines himself
up with your entrance.
âNow, this is gonna be hard, and fast. And Iâm going to make you scream.â The hand not holding himself
reaches for your hair, gripping and yanking it back. Your spine arches with the
movement, tilting your head back as he pulled. Your body held taut, you jolt in
pleasure when he slaps your clit with his cock a few times. Smearing the blunt
head over your folds, the stimulation has you scrabbling for purchase across
the hood of the car.
âPlease, Officer, Iâve been such a naughty girl,â you plead.
The hand wrapped around his erection shifts to grab the back
of your thigh, lifting your leg as he snaps his hips forward, burying his dick
to the base and causing you to cry out loudly. Pulling out to just the tip, he
ploughs forward once more, setting a harsh pace. The sound of his balls
slapping rhythmically against your thigh, his hips hitting your ass with each
thrust, and the wet sounds of your copulation hold you transfixed.
âFuck! P-please,
fuck me hahâŚharder! Your thick cock is filling me up so good, Si..r,â breathing
raspy, your words come out in a near-sob and Gladio grunts at you, pummeling
your pussy harder per your request. The pitch of your moans grow ever louder,
carrying across the alleyway, but you couldnât care less if a stranger came
across the two of you in that moment. You clench your walls tighter around him,
massaging his cock as you listen to his throaty groans.
The heat pooling deep within courses throughout your body,
making you quiver from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The
tireless pounding unleashed upon your body is bringing you closer to the edge.
âAhh, g-gonna cum⌠soon,â the hand
holding you tight by your hair relinquishes its grip, travelling down your body
and rubbing a calloused finger rapidly over your clit as your upper body falls
lax against the hood.
Crying out at the relentless stimulation, chest heaving for
breath, you could feel your walls beginning to convulse before you shatter,
screaming his name as you come on his cock. Gladio grits his teeth as you
became impossibly tight around him, the squeeze helping bring him closer as his
thrusts lose their rhythm. Both large hands of his come to wrap around your
hips, pulling you back to meet him as he slams into you a few more times.
The tightening in his balls and throbbing of his rock-hard
cock has him pulling out and fucking into his fist. After a few quick jerks,
his hot seed comes spurting out over your ass, and he relaxes against you for a
moment, rapid breathing slowing to a more normal pace.
You laugh weakly as you could feel your heartbeat pulsing
throughout your body. âWell hell, I hope you plan on cleaning up your little
mess, Gladdy.â
âSure thing, babe,â Gladio laughs, tucking his softening
length into his slacks once more before opening the passenger door, digging
around the glove box to retrieve some napkins heâd always keep stored. Returning
to your side, he wipes the cum off your ass and the trail of juices that
slipped down your thighs, folding the napkin into another clean one and looking
for a nearby dumpster. Â
Finally calming down, you slide your panties to their
rightful place and adjust your dress to retain some modicum of decency. Your
hair was probably beyond saving at that point, you figure, combing your fingers
through the strands. When you turn around, Gladiolus stands before you,
appearance fixed and an apologetic grin on his face as he pulls you close in a
hug.
âSorry if I was a bit rough, sweetheart.â
You melt in his grasp, returning his hug and reasoning with
a wink, âI enjoyed it immensely, donât worry big guy. What you should be worrying about, however, is
getting back on patrol.â
He reluctantly moves away from you before nodding in
agreement, heading towards the driverâs seat. âNeed me to drop you off at home,
maâam?â
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