Running on a treadmill after you
Agent Smith x reader
Smut!!! 18+
Rain pours down on the empty city streets, turning the neon lights into long, trembling reflections across the pavement. Neo and Trinity have already made it out of the Matrix, but you've stupidly decided to split up with them and now you've found yourself completely lost in the large abandoned office building and, worst of all, without a phone in sight.
You frantically call out for Tank in your earpiece, but it appears to have been broken during combat. Great, just great. You know the agents will find you any moment now. You've fought them countless times before, but each time is as difficult as the last. Your heartbeat speeds up as you keep searching the rooms for anything that could be of help, that is, until you hear a set of footsteps behind you.
Agent Smith step through the door, eyes covered by dark sunglasses, but you can still feel his eyes fixed on you. Unusual, the other agents aren't with him, even though they were here just moments ago when you were fighting them with Neo and Trinity. You don't have time to ponder about the agents' whereabouts, as agent Smith starts to talk:
"Miss y/n, your friends seem to have disappeared on you again. Tell me, how is it you always find yourself stuck with me?"
It's true, you've stayed back to distract the agents countless times while Neo and the others make their escape, that is part of your role. You could always tell agent Smith found your little back-and-forths amusing as well simply by the fact that he keeps coming back, even though he knows exactly what you're doing. After all, he's a hyper-intellegent program, he learns from every fight, every move, every interaction. And, admittedly, you find him just as intruiging as he does you.
Lost in thought, you find yourself frozen in place and completely cornered by him. Smith cocks his brow at your silence, usually being met with a witty remark thrown his way. Due to the lack of response, he continues speaking:
"Now, don't look so helpless. You always manage to make your escape somehow, don't you? So tell me, little girl, how will you do it today?"
Smith chuckles at your terrified face. There really doesn't seem to be any way out of here, no crack you can slip through at the last second, nothing. He takes a step closer, cornering you even further.
"Don't be so confused now. After all, a mistake like this from your side was to be expected, human kind simply doesn't stand a chance againt a program."
Now standing directly in front of you, Smith takes your chin with his hand and forces you to look up at him. "Let me go!", you grit through your teeth, but to no avail. He chuckles at your struggling and starts slowly backing you up until your back hits the wall. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him press his whole body against yours. You try to wriggle away from his grasp, but he only pulls you in closer. That is when you feel something hard poking your thigh and his lips attacking your neck. This whole thing is so surreal, he's a program, is he even able to experience lust, or is he doing this as some sort of sick power play? Just because he can? You're not sure, but the wetness filling your pussy is giving away the fact you're enjoying this more than you should be.
Smith kisses, bites and sucks on your neck feverishly. You try to make it seem as if you aren't enjoying it, but the loud moan you let out when he nips at a particulary sensitive spot gives you away immediately. You feel Smith smirk against your neck. He raises his head to your ear.
"Even though your kind disgusts me, it's you in particular who has always enthralled me. You should be scared of me, but you just always keep coming back. You're always the one who stays back while the others escape. Tell me, why is that?"
His free hand grabs your ass to push your crotch flush against his, while his other hand tugs harshly on your hair to pull your head back.
"Frankly, darling, I believe it's because you want me, and that's what I can't figure out. I have given you no reason to desire me in this way, quite the opposite actually, but you just can't seem to help your attraction. Simply... fascinating."
You whine desperately and grind your crotch against his, desperate for friction. He moves quickly, shedding your bottoms off of you and unzipping his own before pulling them down and letting his cock spring out. You gasp at the size, there's no way in hell that thing is fitting inside you. Smith, as if able to read your thoughts, remarks:
"You're taking all of it. I'll make it fit."
Smith lifts you up into his arms and you wrap your legs around his torso, desperately waiting for him to insert himself inside of you. "C'monn, put it in already!", you cry at his slow pace. This only widens his smirk as he rubs the tip of his cock against your enterance to tease you further.
After finally deciding that's enough, he pushes his hard cock into you. You feel the stinging stretch immediately, shutting your eyes to get adjusted to his size. He doesn't wait for you to get comfortable, immediately slamming himself into your pussy. He lets out a breathy gasp with each thrust, but it seems artificial as he doesn't seem to get tired or drop his relentless pace. You, on the other hand, are completely ruined. It's all too much, his fat cock pistoning into your needy hole and his balls hitting your ass while he holds you tight. His ability to manhandle your entire body weight with ease turns you on immensely. You should probably, no, definitely be scared of how completely in control of your body he is and how you're completely at his mercy, but you couldn't care less as you let him use you.
You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and your pussy automatically clenches even tighter around Smith's dick. The feeling drives him crazy as he increases his pace, if that is even possible with how fast he was already going before. Your orgasm hits you like a truck as you spasm around the agent's cock, but that doesn't make him stop. He's not finished with you until he's gotten his own release.
He's pounding into you with such force you're sure will leave bruises, but the thought of that just excites you even further. Finally, you can sense he's nearing his edge as his voice gets louder, gasps turning into deep grunts. Out of pure instinct, you lock your legs around his waist as tight as possible so he can't pull out to cum, as if he was going to do that anyways. He pushes his cock as deep as possible one last time before painting your insides white with his spend. You breathe out shakily as he separates his body from yours and puts you on the ground. You're barely standing on your trembling legs, needing to lean against the wall to support yourself, but Smith seems perfectly composed while he zips himself back up and leaves the room without so much as a word.
You thought you had begun to understand agent Smith pretty well during your numerous encounters, but this one left you feeling more confused than ever. Mainly about how his inhuman body functions, but also about everything. What are the two of you now? Is this a one time thing? Do you want it to be a one time thing? Does he?
What you don't notice is how, before exiting the room, agent Smith looks back at you for a brief moment with an expression that could only be described as fondness, before quickly erasing it from his face and turning away from you.
A/N: I know it's been a hot while since I last posted here. Got in a bit of a slump I guess, but I really wanted to write this one so here you go Agent Smith nation!!! If there is one... I also have plans to write for some other characters, mainly tf2 folks and waterboy from dispatch, but requests are open for any character! -Admin📺🎙