#loyd hansen x reader

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

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[biteofcherry]

Lloyd with a breeding kink

Swell with pride

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

warnings: breeding kink; unprotected sex; smut; slight degradation; ballgag; bondage;

"You want it as much as I do," Loyd chuckled. "Maybe even more, huh?"

Your garbled reply made him laugh. He cocked his head to the side, watching his distorted reflection in the gold ballgag stuffed in your mouth.

"Yeah you do." His grip on your hips tightened, strong fingers leaving bruises on your skin.

"You always get so wet when I talk about knocking you up," he grits out, bouncing you on his cock faster.

Your bejeweled harness casts rainbow sparkles all around as your body jerks. The nipple clamps are weighted with gems as well, tugging on your peaks with each move.

Lloyd always makes sure to keep you encrusted in gems and gold. Your collar is of pure diamonds and sapphires and lately he added to it a thin, sparkling chain that wraps around your belly.

Said he wants to see it on your swollen belly when you're pregnant.

"I wonder-" Lloyd licks up your throat and sucks a kiss beneath your ear.

"If you're turned on by the thought of me filling you to the brim-" he yanks you down on his cock, the tip of him punching into your cervix and making you whimper.

"-or if you really wanna be a momma." He flicks your lobe with his tongue.

Drool dribbles from the corners of your mouth, trickling down your chin. Lloyd licks it up then swipes his tongue over you stretched lips.

"My sweet, little princess loves to be owned, don't you?" He pounds into you harder. "You love it when I mark you as mine."

"When I leave you all bruised," he slaps your ass.

"When you wear my collar," he tugs on the chain connecting your bound hands to the collar around your neck, making it dig into your throat tighter.

"You'll love it when you swell with my child." His pace turns rapid and your cunt starts fluttering around him.

"Oh, yeah!" Lloyd moans, slipping one of his hands between your bodies to torment your clit. "Your body craves it. Your sweet cunt begs to be filled. So your womb can serve its purpose."

You trash against Lloyd, your growing noises muffled by the gag, as your body tenses with the nearing climax.

"Don't worry, Princess." He coos. "I'm close behind. Besides, you'll be taking me over and over again until it takes."

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[luxeavenger]

County Lines

Day 11 Kinktober prompt: Chase Kink

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x reader

Warnings: Chase kink, consensual non-consent, discipline, corporal punishment, face slapping, spanking (with a belt), pain/pain play, oral sex (m receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, restraints (Lloyd's boot, and a belt), vaginal fingering, piv sex, rough sex, choking, degradation

A/N: This is a consensual encounter, but for sure doesn't seem like it. So please mind the tags. Your internet consumption is your responsibility.

Words: 1918

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You don’t know where Lloyd is.

You never know where Lloyd is.

But you’d bet a great deal of money that he’s out here somewhere, strolling through the woods, with a lazy smile plastered on his face.

He does love a good chase, after all.

You’ve been running from him all day. First through the city streets, changing taxi cabs often, trying to disappear into crowds.

Once you’d run out of city, you’d taken to the woods. You hoped you lost him in the hustle of the busy streets.

Except you know you didn’t. You know he’s here, somewhere. Even through the frenetic energy that strobes through your disoriented mind like a beacon—you can feel his eyes on you through the spaces between the trees.

Trying to run full-tilt through the woods is ill advised at the best of times. But this isn’t the best of times, and you’ve accrued enough lashes from branches, and scratches from twigs you felt like one big raw nerve.

You were starting to flag.

And Lloyd knew it.

Suddenly your silent stalker was telegraphing his location. It’s all done purposefully. Lloyd has always had a flair for the dramatic. The snap of a branch to your left. The rustle of leaves to your right. He’s toying with you, and you know it.

Suddenly Lloyd lunges into your path, and snatches you up tidily. An arm around your waist, and his hand over your mouth he shushes you gently while you thrash uselessly against him.

He holds you against his broad chest until there's a break in your histrionics, then he shoves you down to your knees, the dampness of the leafy forest floor immediately starts soaking into your pants.

“Lloyd, I-”

He interrupts you by grabbing your jaw so hard the unforgiving gold band of his pinky ring grinds against the bone.

“Shut up,” he spits. “Did you even try to get away? The agreement was: you try to make it over county lines, and be a nice warm, wet hole for me when I catch you, or I’d have to do something…” he pauses to roll the word around in his mouth before he offers it to you, “...extreme.”

“I did! I-”

You attempt to offer an explanation, but that’s not the way this is supposed to go, and Lloyd isn’t interested. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and presses it into the soft spot below your tongue, pinching it from the other side with his index finger.

The pain is immediate, tears pooling against your eyelids as he deepens the pressure.

“I told you to shut up,” Lloyd remarks flatly. “You were supposed to run, kitty. And you were supposed to do a good job of it.” He uses his free hand to gesture at his pristinely clean polo shirt, chinos, and boots. “I didn’t even break a sweat, kitty.”

He looks down at you sternly, “Do you think you did a good job running away from me?”

You shake your head as much as you can with Lloyd fish-hooking you.

He smooths a hand over his mustache, humming thoughtfully. He releases your bottom jaw, only to push two fingers into your mouth, and deep in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna hurt you, kitty,” he declares emotionlessly.

He shoves his fingers even deeper down your throat, the rest of his fist forcing your mouth open, and his pinky ring is scraping against your teeth. You gag loudly, a rough glottal noise that makes Loyd’s cock diamond hard.

“Don’t scream.”

He quickly opens the front of his powder-blue chinos, and pulls out his heavy cock. You open your mouth for him, but he slaps his dick against your cheek a few times, it leaves a trail of precome along the flushed skin.

“Open your mouth,” he commands. “Wider,” he barks when you comply with his request, but not to his satisfaction.

He smacks your cheek with an open hand, not hard enough to hurt badly, though you know that’s what’s coming next if you don’t get it right this time. You can’t help the way the slap makes your cunt throb.

He hooks a thumb into your cheek and yanks it back to wedge it against the hinge of your jaw. He growls at you, “I said fucking wider.”

He forces your jaw open until he’s happy with the results, then slaps your face a couple more times before shoving his cock down your throat. He doesn’t bother letting you adjust, just hooks his other thumb into your other cheek, and uses your throat as a cock sleeve.

He’s more in your throat than out, and he’s not giving you enough time to catch your breath when he’s out, so you put your hands on his hips, deliriously hoping to slow him, even for a moment, because the forest around you is starting to go hazy from the lack of oxygen.

Lloyd yanks himself out of your mouth, and lets you sag unceremoniously down onto the forest floor. You hack and cough up phlegm, and retch up the bile that stings the back of your throat.

He pulls you up by your hair, and wipes his cock on your face, leaving a trail of your saliva to dry prickly on your skin while he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Get your pants down,” he intones coldly. When you’re not moving fast enough for him, he barks in your ear, “Now!”

You’re struggling with the button as you hear the jingling noise of Lloyd pulling his belt through the loops of his pants.

“You don’t want me to repeat myself,” he warns coldly, as you continue to struggle. Then after a second he makes an exasperated noise, pulls his boot knife, and slashes your pants and underwear in half from your belly button to your spine. He pushes the scraps to the side to get at your skin.

He folds his belt in half, letting it dangle next to his thigh. “Get it. in. the. air,” his words are clipped, his tone impatient, and you know you’re just about out of chances to mind him.

You rest your cheek on the damp coolness of the forest floor. Even though you know what’s coming, the first lick from Lloyd’s belt startles you. Your ass is immediately alight with pain, it makes you scream and claw at the decaying leaves.

He grabs your hair and pulls you up so he can snarl in your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?”

You hastily try to defend yourself, “I am, Lloyd! I’m trying!”

He makes a disgusted noise, and lets your hair go. With a whine you collapse back into the position in which he ordered you.

The belt snaps against your ass a few more times, and you somehow manage to hold your tongue, but after the third or fourth impact, your traitorous hands scrabble against the ground, your fingers digging furrows in the dirt.

Lloyd comes around to stand beside you, with a disappointed noise. “Can’t even stay still for two fucking minutes, can you, kitty?”

The next thing you know, Lloyd’s boot is on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the clutter of the forest floor.

“Behind your back. Now.”

You can feel the tread pattern of Lloyd’s boot on your skin clear as day when he bends to tie your hands together with his belt.He makes efficient work of it, immobilizing you in seconds.

It’s shameful how wet you are right now.

Lloyd says as much when he kneels behind you.

“Dripping like a fucking faucet, kitty,” he remarks with disdain. He shoves two fingers into your pussy with an appreciative hum that isn’t meant for you. By the sound of it, he’s licking your juices off his fingers. “You can’t even take a punishment correctly. You enjoy it too fucking much.”

Even though what he’s saying is one hundred percent true, you still feel the need to defend yourself, “I don’t-''

But Lloyd cuts you off.

“I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

He shoves the thick head of his cock into your entrance, and you immediately try to squirm away. It’s a completely ineffective action with your hands restrained behind your back. It just makes him clamp a hand down on your hip with bruising force.

You whine, “I’m not ready! It’s too much!”

He snorts at your protest. “Don’t worry, kitty,” he reassures you through gritted teeth, “I’ll make it fit.”

He pushes in with one brutal thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs. All of the sensation in your body is focused on Lloyd’s cock splitting you open. You clench around him, and his length throbs inside you.

With a growl, Lloyd grabs the belt that’s wrapped around your wrists, hoisting you up a few inches off the ground, so he can use your body weight as leverage to fuck you hard.

Your shoulders are torqued painfully, and as soon as you can breathe again you whine pitifully.

Lloyd huffs in amusement. “There we go,” he coos, “that’s much better.”

His hips slap tirelessly against your ass, and Lloyd pinches, and smacks any bare skin he can reach until your ass and forearms are red and raw.

He uses your arms to haul you up against his chest, which somehow shoves him even deeper inside of you, so he’s kissing your cervix with every thrust.

He pants in your ear, “You’re gonna come for me.”

It isn’t a question, and as soon as he points it out, you know it’s true. All it takes is for his hand to slip around your throat and squeeze until your air is cut off.

“Now,” he growls.

Your orgasm rolls through you like an electrical current. Your vision goes white, and you shake against Lloyd.

Lloyd releases your throat, and slaps your cheek before swiping a hand over it. It comes away glistening and wet with your tears.

“There is it, kitty,” he sounds pleased with you—with your tears. And the implied praise makes your cunt clamp down on his cock.

He chuckles and pushes you down onto the forest floor again. He plants a hand in the middle of your back and puts his weight into it, so you’re completely immobilized by him. He fucks you mercilessly, and the change in angle has you drowning in another orgasm almost immediately.

Lloyd groans long and low when your pussy starts milking him. He rumbles, “Yeah—oh fuck—just like that. That’s it. Such a good little hole for me. Fuck.”

He’s talking to himself, but the compliment makes goosebumps prickle over your skin.

His weight disappears from your back, and he’s grabbing your hips to pull you closer. The belt loosens from your wrists, allowing you to get your hands under you. You mutter, “Thank you, Lloyd,” over and over again.

Soon Lloyd’s rhythm falters, and he buries himself inside of you and comes with a loud groan.

As soon as he’s done, he pulls out quickly, his come dripping out of your messy hole, and pattering down onto the carpet of leaves. He uses the shredded remains of your pants to clean the mess off his dick before tucking himself back into his chinos.

He stands, and takes a second to examine his appearance, the wet knees of his pants, his untucked shirt, hair gone askew, he smiles at you. “There you go, kitty. I knew you could do it.”

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[peyton-warren]

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[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Easier to read

AN: i dont know. just something.

Pairing: Loyd Hansen x agent!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SCROLL AWAY PLEASE

The photos all around you in the dark apartment while a security camera showed numerous recordings of the man with the mustache. He was way easier to read than what anybody thought. In fact it had made you smirk to know that despite he was so easy to read, he did a good job making everybody think he wasnt. Hiding behind the sociopath profile was easy, even earning some pity along the way.. He was ill, it wasn't really his fault to not care about the destruction he left behind, and with seemingly endless resources he was indeed a good asset to bring in. Except, nobody new of you. Sierra 11. The last of the secret team. Noone saw you, noone know of you except Fitzroy, you were even more of a gray man than the rest of them were. You were the most silent of them, noone ever knew you even existed. And this came as a blessing for Fiztroy in this case. He needed Hansen eliminated, his niece saved. While Six and the others drew everyone's attention you could carry out the plan.

Here you were studying the manchild. He was good at barking orders, he was good with hand in hand combat, but there was his weakness: guns. Do not get me wrong, he was pretty good with those too, just not remarkably. He got shot a few times, without an exception it made him trash and throw tantrums. EVERY TIME. This was where you'd get him. Also he never believed a woman can best him. Sexist...

Fitzroy sent the sign, you had no way to reply, as per agreed. He could only hope and pray you recieved it and you'll come. And of course you'd come. He was the only thing close to family you had. Funny isn't it? The same fate as all the sierras. You know you were trained for his selfish reasons, but you refused to only see his selfishness, there were good intentions down there as well.

You were on the airplane with them heading towards Croatia. The pilots are on your side, you'll let them live. You decided the safest route was to wait until they are asleep, then release a gas that puts them further asleep for a bit, making your job easier. A Man that sleeps, doesn't resist. You slowly eliminated all the men on the plane except for Hansen, Fitzroy and his niece. After landing You threw the bodies in the sea, leaving with Hansen in your car before Fitzroy wakes up so you wouldn't be compromised. You needed to search Hansen before leaving, so there he was in all his glory, tied up at the bactseat of your car. He was sitting in the middle, arms and legs tied to the sides. You had to admit he was a sight to see. You were on the way to your private island in Greece , already on the private ship with your car when he started to trash.

-Calm down pretty boy, i'd hate for you to lose one of your balls. - you said to him in a calm voice.

-Who the hell are you? - he asked fuming.

-Don't you wanna know? - you said almost flirtily, gosh, what was wrong with you. You chuckled a bit before going silent again. He was smart, he knew he won't get answers. After another two hours, you were nearing the island, so you put on your gas mask, before sending him to a peaceful sleep again.

-You'll regret th.... - he said before snoring softly. You sighed.

-I will, won't i? - you asked of nobody. Maybe you should've kill him on the plane and be done with it. You were still gonna kill him, you just.. found him too intriguing to kill before talking to him.

You brought him to the basement, tying him to a chair in the middle of the room, all the pictures and informations of him scattered all around. You were lounging on the sofa in front of him, reading a book.

-I mean i'm into kinky shit, but you could've just asked.. - a coarse voice tore you from your book. You still didn't look at him, just smiling into the book.

-Aren't you charming..

-I could be a lot more than charming sweetheart... if you'd.. - he moved in his restraints.- let me out.

-You know Lloyd, i always find it so interesting when men think women will break, and free them. Remind me again for what? Empty promises of safety, sex even... - you said as you sat up, hand going on your forehead in a dramatic manner, faking a faint - being saved by the prince, the ugly bad man they have in their restraints changing for them and them only.. I mean.. i studied you, you've gone quite far, still... it was so easy to play your weaknesses against you. You see, i do not have false hopes, but i do have my safety, and also your worthless little life in my very hands. Let's say i'd indeed wanted to have sex with you.. don't you think i would just take it this way? - you said as you slowly walked towards him, still in your bodycon tactical gear, the point of the knife under his chin making him look at you in the eye as you smirked at him dangerously. He gulped as his eyes took you in. Something about the dangers of it made him even more hard. Which of course you noticed, it wasn't that hard to see, he was in his underwear and he was huge. You chuckled and went to the decanter to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, before sitting down on the sofa, facing him.

-We could have fun sweetheart. - he winked.

-Look Hansen, i know you pretend to be a psychopath, smart move really. And i believe you know you are not here to satisfy my bodliy needs. So let's just get over with and tell me, who hired you to kidnap that kid?

-There were only one sierra left, and i don't ever remember coming in contact with you. Are you one of Fitzroys laughable little program?

-I am the one asking questions pretty boy. - you said while throwing a knife straight into the chair between his legs, inches away from his manhood. He didn't even flinch, he just took a big, slow breath before looking at you with dark eyes.

-What will i get if i answer your questions sweetheart? If you studied well you know i don't work for free.

-Oh but you see, you're not working... Let's say every question you answer gets you another minute to live. - You said as you twirled another blade between your fingers.

-Little hard to think with this thing here.. - he motioned to his dick with his head. You slowly got up, walked towards him seductively, looking him in the eyes as you slid the blade from his neck, down to his abdomen, only to pierce the chair, effectively pining his now ruined underwear to it, making him almost moan as hi bit his lip.

-I'll gladly cut it off for you.. it would be such a shame tho, isn't it? SO, i'll ask you again, who hired you? - you asked as you took a hold of the hair on the back of his head, making him tilt it back as you got in his face, noses nearly touching.

-Denny Carmichael. - he whispered against your lips.

-She is a bloody child. - you whispered back.

-I care about the money sweetheart. - he said but you could see a hint of quilt in his eyes, along with the twich of his member cause of you being close.

-Word says you're in love with dear Denny. - you say, leaning so close if he wanted to he could kiss you.

-I prefer you.. - he says before softly kissing you. And you deepen it. You'll kill him anyways, you might as well have some fun. You're still fisting his hair, as you move to straddle him, slowly grinding on his lenght, making him moan into your mouth. As you move to stand to get rid of your gear, he's almost growling at the sight of your body. Scars littered here and there, yet still somehow the prettiest he ever saw.

-I could make you feel so good sweetheart, why don't you untie me and let me?

You cock an eyebrow as you move to remove the knife from inbetween his legs. Carefully touching it along his shaft, making him shudder with pleasure.

-I'm not that stupid Hansen.. - before you rid him of his underwear, and spit on his member. He tilts his head back, murmuring a "dear god" as you slid him into you, sinking down on him, velvety folds welcoming him, sweetly stretching around. YOu couldn't help but moan. As you started to move, the circling of your hips made him hitting that spot inside you everytime. He felt the fluttering of your walls, making him smirk, and plant kisses on your collarbone up your neck. He whispered into your ear, in a low growl.

-Cum for me sweetheart. - and you didn't need to be asked twice. You came loudly, riding out your high, as you felt him stutter under you, releasing his seed into the depths of you. You collapsed on him, trying to catch your breath.

-If that's what answering questions gets me, i'll answer every one from now on. - he said and it made you giggle.

-If you wouldn't want to kill me i'd ask you to marry me you know?! - he whispered against your skin.

-Don't be stupid Hansen.. we both know if i'd so much as let one of your hands free, you'd kill me. And you'd be right to do so.

-Well maybe if you ask hours before i would've, but now.. i don't think i could let that pussy go to waste. - he says, kissing your shoulder softly. - There is something about the most beautiful woman in the world besting me in my own game.. You're dangerous, you're a worthy opponent. That matters more than killing some i wasn't paid to kill.. I don't even know your name. - he scoffed, making you smile. You slowly stood up, whimpering at the loss of him, as you turned around and left the room. A day later you walk in an oversized white button-up shirt. His eyes beam at the sight of you.. Not the usual thing you see on them after spending the night filthy, tied to a chair in the basement. You drink your coffee, as you read the news on the secure phone.

-My men will find me you know. Wouldn't it be better that they find me on honeymoon with my secret wife, than tied to a chair ? - he tried again.

-You stink, and no, what wife? Also, there is no service in this place, as well as no sign of it in any maps, not even the governments secret ones. The thing is, if i'd let you go, and you'd kill me, you'd kill the only person knowing the way back. Without me you'd die here anyway.

-Enjoying being important huh? - he said as he felt himself harden at your confidence. You really did think of everything. He knew so little of you, practically nothing, yet he felt himself falling harder by the minute.

-Damn you need a shower. - you said as you saw his state from the night before. You put a knife to his throat as you untied his legs, and lead him towards the shower.

-Don't try anything prettyboy, be thankful i let you shower. - you said. He suddenly brought his tied hands over your head, caging you into the corner of the showers, his member poking your stomach as he leaned in close to kiss you.

-Thank you. - he said as he continued his kisses, as he grinded into you, making you whimper.

You shakily let your hand wander around his abs, down to his member, stroking him up and down a few times, before turning around, letting him see you vunerable. He kissed inbetween your shoulderblades, before pushing into you, both moaning at the sensation. You could get used to this, you thought. He rammed into you at an unforgiving pace, as his tied hands grabbed a hanful of your hair, yanking it back. It was a bliss, and you never wanted it to end. When you both came down from your highs, he clened you up, best as he could with tied hands, and you helped him as well. As a finishing move, you cut the ties on his hands. Earning a look from him.

-If you didn't stangled me with them, you won't without them. - you shrugged, before stepping out of the shower.

-Where is this sudden trust coming from sweetheart? - he asked.

-No trust, i'm just tired. I want to quit. But by any means my only way to do so is dying. - you shoot him a sad smile.

He snaked a hand around your waist, and another under your chin to make you look up at him.

-Why would you say such a thing?

-I'm nothing more than a secret asset Lloyd.

-What are you saying, we eliminated every but one of the sierras and you're certainly not seem like that ken boy. - he said not understanding.

-Yes the top secret papers do tell of ten sierras. There is one, the eleventh that noone ever seen, saw, heard of. Not even Fitzroy saw me. I was chosen, brought here. Trained. I have no way to contact anyone. The missions come with the food supply, i am to eliminate targets, retrieve information and packages without anyone ever seeing me. I also should've murder you in your sleep back on the plane. - you said as you twisted yourself out of his hold, and went to the corner kitchen in the basement. Starting to make coffee.

-Look sweetheart, i don't care about that. We could.. we could just stay here and i don't know. forget about it all. What do you say? i have more than enough money to last several lifetimes. - he said as he put you up to the counter,separating your legs to stand between them.

He leaned down, and licked a fat strip over your slit, making you moan instantly.

-I'll take that as a yes. - he said, as he picked you up, and shoved you down his cock, before kissing you. He brought you to the bed, tossing you in it before diving in after you...

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