GOOD GUY
Chani X Reader
It was a cold night, the streets full of people rushing from one place to another. Its been a rough day, you got into a fight with your now ex boyfriend and now you're looking for anywhere you can find alcohol. You didn’t even look back when you walked out. Not after the fight, not after the door slammed, not after he said the one thing that finally broke you.
Your hands were still shaking as you reached for the doorknob of the place that had a neon sign that said "bar" very straight to the point. You just needed something strong enough to burn the anger out of your chest. You didn’t care what you drank honestly.
The bar wasn't busy and they were quick to get your order. You were halfway through your first glass when you felt someone slide onto the stool beside you. You tried your best to ignore it and not look over.
Tall. Warm. Silent. You could feel it.
He didn’t speak at first, just looked at you. That slow, heavy stare that made your stomach drop as you swallowed a sip of alcohol loudly.
“Rough night?” he finally murmured, voice low but soft.
“You could say that.”
“So is that why you came here?” He leaned in maybe 5 inches from your face, his thigh brushing yours. “To forget something?”
Your heart rate started to pick up. Fuck hes gorgeous.
The bar is becoming busier, people filling the seats on each side...business group maybe? You're mind trying to distract you from the tension you know is building up between you and him, one knee brushing yours every few seconds like he’s doing it on purpose.
You only came here to drown away in alcohol, but the second he slid onto the stool next to you, he looked you up and down like he already owned you.
"You know I have been eyeing you since you stepped foot in that door"
Now he’s close enough that his breath warms your ear.
"I know a good way to help relieve stress if you're down"
Close enough that his thigh is fully pressed to yours.
"I like getting a little experimental"
Close enough that your pulse won’t settle.
My words fail to escape my mouth.
You feel his hand slip onto your lower back, slow, he’s testing how far you’ll let him go. When you don’t pull away, his fingers dip lower… then lower… until they’re resting just above your waistband.
“Still tense” he murmurs into your skin, lips almost touching the side of your neck. “I can fix that easily". You inhale sharply, breath picking up. His hand slides around your hip, fingers teasing under the hem of your shirt, moving down toward the front of your pants.
"Fuck" you muttered, voice giving it all away.
He smirks. “Shhh” he says, eyes moving down your body as if he’s memorizing the way you fall apart for him “If you want me to stop, tell me”. He waits but you don’t tell him to stop, because you know you want this too.
His hand slips into your waistband like hes done it a million times before fingers sliding against your skin, slow and delicate hidden from everyone by the bar counter. His touch is warm and possessive.
You grip the edge of your seat when he presses his palm lower, trying not to moan. “Good girl" he whispers as his other hand wraps around your jaw, tilting your face toward him. He looks at you like you’re something he’s about to destroy.
“Finish your drink quickly" he orders softly. “We’re leaving” You barely manage two sips before he takes the glass from you himself, sets it down, grabs your wrist, and pulls you off the seat. He doesn’t give you a chance to think he leads you out of the bar, out into the cold air, his grip firm, controlling. "My house is around the corner, we will continue this"
The second the door of his house shuts behind you everything changes. He pushes you back against the door hard enough that you groan. His hand comes up to your neck not squeezing just making you look at him. His lips brushed yours without kissing you yet. “I could feel it at the bar how badly you wanted me”
Your hands grab at his shirt, but he pins your wrists above your head with one hand easily, his other hand sliding down your body in a way that makes your knees weaken.“You’re going to keep your hands right here” “I’m tying them.”
He drags you to the bedroom, practically throwing you onto the bed. He grabs a tie from the drawer and quickly binds your wrists to the headboard.
Tight.
Secure.
No escape.
He leans over you, eyes dark, breath heavy. “Now” he says, sliding his hand slowly up your thigh, “I get to do whatever the hell I want with you”
He takes his time dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh like he’s deciding what part of you he wants to ruin first. He puts one knee on the bed and leans over, trapping you beneath him. He removes his shirt and throws it on the floor.
His hand wraps lightly around your throat, thumb resting beneath your jaw as he tilts your face up. His voice is low, dangerous. “Acting stressed. Acting drunk. Acting like you didn’t know what you wanted.”
Your wrists pull against the tie instinctively, but you’re not going anywhere and you like it. His grip tightens just slightly just enough to force your breath to hitch.
“You came here needing someone to take control of you” he says, breath brushing your cheek. “So now you’re going to let me” His free hand drags down your chest,into your bra teasing and squeezing your boobs, then moving down to your stomach lingering above causing your hips to jerk.
He smirks.
“Already this responsive. Damn". You glare at him. He grabs your hip with one hand and flips you onto your stomach. Your tied wrists twist above your head, your cheek pressed into the pillow as he drags your hips up, forcing you on your knees.
“Stay”
He smacks your ass. The sound echoes in the room as your gasp. He does it again, harder, fingers digging in each cheek, holding you exactly where he wants you.
“You don’t get to run from me tonight”
He slides down your panties, revealing the mess he created. His fingers slide between your legs from behind, slow at first, then rougher when he feels how ready you are.
“Messy already” he laughs
“I barely touched you.”
You moan into the pillow, desperate, and he grabs your hair, yanking your head up so you can’t hide your expression.
“Look at me” he snaps.
You force your eyes open, cheeks flushed, breath shaking. “That’s sexy as fuck” he says. “I want to see every second of this”
He positions himself behind you and pulls down his pants one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard you know it’ll bruise. He pushes into you fast, with no warning. Your whole body jolts forward with a cry.
He groans low in your ear.
“Fuck… you feel too good”
His pace is brutal from the start deep, fast, each thrust forcing a sound out of you that you can’t control. Your wrists strain against the tie as he pulls you back onto him even harder.
He leans down over you, chest against your back, one hand sliding up your ribs until he can wrap it around your throat again.
“can you take it?"
His thrusts get faster, harsher, the bed hitting the wall with every movement. You’re gasping, shaking, moaning into the sheets, unable to do anything but let him use you how he wanted. He likes that you can’t fight him.
He bites your shoulder ,you whine arching back against him. The pleasure. The pain. Fuck, you're enjoying this too much.
“That’s it” he murmurs. “Make those sounds for me” The pressure at your throat tightens while the hand in your hair pulls your head back, exposing your neck to his mouth as he drives into you relentlessly.
“Don’t you dare cum”
“Not until I say”
Your whole body trembles letting out a string of moans “I—I can’t take it much longer”. He growls and thrusts into you so deep it knocks the breath out of your lungs.
“You’ll wait”
And you do because with his hand gripping your throat, his body pinning you down, your wrists tied above you head...you don’t have a choice but to obey
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK
He bites your neck, starting to suck on you as he continues going in and out of you. His hands move to your breasts, squeezing to the rhythm of his thrusts.
You're going to cum. Fuck...
"Its happening", You let out a breathy last moan as he continues thrusting into you. "Im not done yet" he groans.
You just lay there as he keeps going, shortly after he lets go inside of you. The warmth filling your insides. He pulls out and lets you taste off of him.
You both end up falling asleep next to eachother.