I'm only helping you
Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night feeling hot and bothered, and the only one still awake isnt very happy to help.
Characters: Atilla x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Smut, clothed sex, grinding, kissing, pre-established relationship, dry humping, vague description of genitalia, light humiliation, rought sex, denial of feelings
Words: 17k
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You feel your clothes sticking to you as you pull at the shirt around your neck trying to relieve yourself from the warmth, a static noise filling your brain as a familiar voice rings throw your head "what's wrong? feeling hot and bothered?"
you glare at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath as your tights rub together, was he playing with your brain again? you hated him so much, your memories still fuzzy but you can feel the hatred inside of you growing the more he sticks around your brain, the air growing thick in your small make-shift room, you rolls in your bed, breathing heavy, uncomfortable in the clothes you're wearing, you remove layers of clothes until you're in only your underwear, your eyes unfocused as you pant against the matress
the familiar buz in your brain returning "come on, you know what you need to do to make it stop, don't you?" his laughter rings in your ears as you grow into the pillow, you try to muffle the laughter pushing the pillow's sides into your ears with all your strength, doing nothing but annoy you.
finally you get up, putting only a loose shirt and shorts as you push the door open, you walk into the dark of the house, everyone must already be asleep, but you know someone who's usually awake at this hour, you make your way to the lab, hearing muffled mumbles in the room, you raise your knuckles to the wooden door, every part of you unsure of this, you try to stop and turn back but the mix between pleasure and pain between your legs is slowly driving you insane.
If anyone can fix this it's the doctor.
you knock on the door your head tilted bellow in shame "coming coming"
you wait, arms wrapping around yourself as your body feels impossibly warm, your tights pressing against each other at the uncomfortable feeling growing between your legs
The door slowly pushes open revealing Atilla as he groans at you "And what do YOU want?" his eyebrow raising as he looks at you "you look like shit"
you bite your lower lip, glaring at him slightly as you sigh "Mahatma"
"Mahatma?"he repeats "he's sleeping, unless you're dying i'm not waking him up. whatever you need i can do just fine." you strongly doubt it, you face probably reflect your doubt as he looks more annoyed.
"what? oh. let me guess. still scared?" he grins tilting his head "well too bad, you either trust me or you go back to suffering in silence"
'Rude as always' you think to yourself glarring back at him, another rush of heat comes throw you making you stumble slightly, you hand holding into the first thing you can hold into as hold yourself up grinting your teeth.
This is so annoying, you wish you could just punch your stupid stalker for all of this.
You feel your hand being pulled forward as you still hold into,hat you belive is his hand, "fine, come on in" you stumble forwards following him back into the chair in the middle of the room, he lets you go once you sit on the chair as he stands in front of you, arms crossed "so? spit it out before i kick you out"
you really would prefer if it was Mahatma instead.. but it cant be helped you raise your hands and start sighing "it hurts and burns at the same time in my stomach"
"so? your stomach hurts?" he grows annoyance already forming on his features
you shake your head no as you continue "it's complicated, i think it's just-" you look around trying to find the right words as you lower your head embarased "just hormones, i think"
the silence drags longer and when you glance up, you see him glaring at you, eyes boring into yours as you looks back down again nervous.
"For fuck's sake, just spit it out, because saying 'it's just hormes'? yeah. doesn't help genius are you going to keep wasting my precious time? if so. i could find other ways for you to be usefull." your ayes landing on the needle beside you already knowing what he meant as you gulp at the idea shaking you head "no? then fucking speak!"
you take a deep breath in before sighing again "my stalker is back, this time he's messing with my body's hormones"
he scoffs "so you're just horny. what the fuck do you want ME to do about that?" he sais with a hint of disgust in his voice making you look away embarased "go find Hipswitch, or Albus, why would you even come to Mahatma for this? he's not a- ...wait a minute"
You turn to look at him as he looks almost amused "is that why you came to Mahatma?" your eyes widen as your face darkens, hands quickly flying over your face as you quickly try to denì, his hands grabbing your wrists putting them down on the chair's arm rest leaning over your burning hot face as his leg lands between yours "don't play dumb now, what else could you be here for? where you going to ask for something to calm your libido?" you shrug embarased "HAH you're pathetic" your ayes look away as your face warms up, his hands holding your wrists as his face leans too close to comfort "admit it, you wanted to use poor little Mahatma for your sick enjoyment" his tone turning from moking to disgusted.
Did you? no you.. you didnt.. sure if.. it did come to that you were not sure if you would have said no to his help.. but that's not why you came here.. but then again.
Why DID you come here?
Atilla's his warm breath ghosts over your lips, his knee between your legs making it impossible for you to close your legs, you look up into his dark ayes, his light pupils boring into yours as he speaks throw gritted teeth
"you thought it was fine to use him? use him as a convenient fuck buddy of your own pleasure? all that just for your stupid stalker playing with your hormones??" you shake your head embarrassed "then what? what would you have done if you had him here and not me?" he says as his tone grows lower as he lets go of your wrist, your jump at the feeling of his free hand moving to your stomach, fingers sliding under the soft fabric of your shirt moving higher onto your stomach lifting the shirt, your free hand moving to hold into his arm suprised by the sudent touch "wanted him to touch you like this?" he mocks above you s he lifts the hand highier "what? you suddenly don't want this anymore?.. is it because i'm not him?" his tone seems to drip with anger making you look at him confused "want me to be the nice one? want me to ask how you feel?" he mocks.
He leans in, his mouth near your ear as he wispers, his vice different, as he pushes his tone to sound as close to Mahatma as he can "is this ok? Do you need me to slow down?" the familiar gentle tone making you freeze, a rush of warmth pooling in your gut making your tights press together agasint his leg making him grins at you "you DO don't you?! HAHA you really are pathetic!"
Every insult thrown your way would usually make you sad, make you give him your usual pout.. but with your hormones all over the place? it feels weard, too weard.
Your eyes cast to the side as you swallow hard biting your lower lip in shame, not of the way he's talking to you, but how your body is reacting o his words.
"why.. are you- dont tell me you're- ugh.. you're just like Albus"
His hand moves away from your stomach, as he scoffs, disgust visible on his face "i'll never get you two"
the static in your brain growing loud once more "go on, you want to, i know you do, just admit it to yourself" your eyes move from from the floor to his mouth, moving, saying something about you being disgusting probably, your ayes focusing on his lips as you barelly hear his words "that's it.. go on. do it.. do it! kiss him, prove him right"
your body moves on its own, your hand grabbing into his collar as you use your other hand as everage to push yourself up, he has barely any time to react before your lips press against his silencing any complaint he had been sending your way.
You feel his body freezing above yours, his hands lowering, landing on your thigh instinctively, shock and anger mingling with a sudden surge of desire as he leans in, your arms move to wrap around his neck, he kisses you back, harshly punishingly.
he pulls away abruptly, your aayes widening thinking you had mad him mad, instead he was breathing heavilly as his hands grabs into the collar of his own shirt pulling at his clavat exposing his neck enought to breath "fuck it"
before you can think his lips crash against yours once again, his hands move on your hips roughly lifting you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he slides down from the medical chair and pushes you onto his medical table, his arms pulling your hips against his, his kissing turning demanding as your hands gently hold into the back of his head, hips pressing forwards into his making him groan in your mouth.
He breaks the kiss with a snarl, gripping your hips as he grins against you intentionally "is this what you wanted? huh? someone to fuck you untill your hormones settle down?"
you let out a soft pant, ayes glued to the spot where you both met watching the soft fabbric of your short rubbing gainst his covered member, the soft material between you two doing nothing to hide how effected you both are by this.
His hand grabs into your chin, pushing down on the table, his face inches from yours as he laughts maniacly "i asked a fucking question. answer. Is this what you wanted? yes. or no?" his hips grind against yours teasingly as his eyes bore into yours.
You gasp nodding quickly, hands grabbing into the edge of the table holding yourself in place as he grinds against you, your head spinning, head tilting back at the feeling as he presses perfectly into you, soft whimpers escaping your throat only making him chuckle above you "so you CAN make noises after all!"
our eyes are clouded in desire as you can see his face moving close in front of your own, his hands moving to lower your pants "let's see… what if i do.. this" his head lowers into your neck, gently sucking on your neck, his hands still gripping into your hips tightly as he continues his slow grind.
Your hands moving from the border of the table to around his neck, your lips parted as you pants out, his lips pressing against your skin, sucking and kissing before biting down hard enough to leave a mark making you hiss as the pain mixes perfectly in the pleasure "you sound... infuriatingly good. fuck." he mutters agaisnt your neck before thrusting into you once more making you pant.
the feeling of his hips against you feels good.. so good.. even more as he pulls your legs up grinding exactly where you need him most, but it's not enought, your hands Flying to grips his shirt pulling at him, his ayes locking with yours as he stops the grind glarring at you "fuck- now what?" your ayes where pleading enought, you didnt even manage to raise your hands to sight before he rubs his temple "fuck's sake… i'm just helping with your stupid hormones- i'm not going to-"
you grab into his collar, your body already warming up growing annoyed by the lack of grinding, he puts both his hands by the side of your head steadying himself as you glare at him, legs still wrapped around his hips keeping him against her as she grinds against him making his inhale sharply "you're. so fucking. annoying. fucking FINE! fine."
when you let go of him his hands are already on his pants, undressing himself "and stop fucking looking at me like that. it's making me want to- fucking belt" he lowers his pants and underwear, his hand moving up into the various objects hanging on the wall behind you, your body freezing as you're reminded who exacly you have on top of you, the memory of the needle smaking you ayes widen in fear
his eyes locking into yours as he smirks "what? scared that i'm going to hurt you?" he laughs showing you the scissors he grabbed from the wall " it's just scissors you big baby
you feel his hands moving to your pants cutting throw the material with ease throwing the scissors away as he rips the material of your pants and underwear easily making you jump as you look at him annoyed
he glares right back at you as he grabs into your chin pushing you down on the table "what did i JUST say? dont. look. at me. like. that. I'm being hepfull. arent i? dont complain"
you feel him positioning himself, his hands gripping your wrists above your head as he pushes himself in, your eyes widen, back arching as you try fighting against his deadly grip on your wrist, while his eyes remain focused on the point where he sinks into, his eyes cloudy as he watches himself disappear all the way in "fffuck" he curses bottoming, filling you, your legs shaking beside his hips as you can only pant beneath him.
he watches you, a panting mess beneath him, you can almost feel him getting harder inside you as he starts to move his hips cursing he releases your wrists, moving to grab one of your legs moving it over his shoulder, changing the angle as to hit deeper your back arching at the feeling, hands Flying to his cloak, nails digging into the fabric as he moves faster
with each thrust you can feel him losing himself into you, eyes rolling back slightly as his body moves on instinct, his eyes focusing back on you as he presses a palm on your lower stomach, the pressure making your mind cloudy as you grab into his arm for leverage "yeah? like this?" His voice feels strained with effort as he watches your eyes roll back in pleasure as he grows faster, his hand sliding up from her stomach into her throat possessivelly "you look like.. you're losing focus. what- ah.. what is it? cant form tought anymore in that small brain of yours?" he grins above you, his smug grin disapearing as he feels you tightening arround him making him hss as his hands fly to your hips fucking into you faster "fuck. did- did you like that?" he laughs darkly "you really are disgusting"
your mind feeling too foggy for any of this, with each thrust he hits that spot inside of you that would have you screaming if only you could let out something other than breathing, his eyes darkening with hidden desire as he starts to pound into you making you see stars, his hand tightening around your throat "look at me"
you ayes blinks barelly able to look at anything but they manage to look at him, his own clouded eyes, his usual smirk disappears as he lowers himself into your form "you're so pretty like this" he whispers leaning down to kiss you.
your arms moving arround his neck as he focuses on the kiss, his hips still fucking into you, just fast enought for you both to still focus on the kiss, his arms wrapping arround you, hand moving to the back of your head leaning into the kiss.
he can feel it, himself growing too caring, too soft, but he cant help it, cant help it, cant think straight. not right now, kissing you like he means it, he allows himself to let go of for once.
his hips slowing, becoming more intentional and caring, hand sliding down to grab your hips pulling you into each thrust, the care in his touch. in his kiss.
the care in his actions making you open your aye, looking as the desperation in his features, in his movements, in his hold, your hand holding the back of his neck as you smirk into the kiss his expression softens slightly at the feeling of your fingers throw his hair, before hardening again pulling back leaving both panting from the kiss "you're enjoying this too much" he says sounding annoyed
his hands grab your legs pushing them over his shoulder as he starts slamming into you, thrusts becoming erratic, your mouth parting in a silent moan, shoulder tensing as you grab into him desperately, he watches studying your expression contorting in pleasure "that's it- take it test subject" he laughs maniacally as he continues his restless pace "you had too much fun, now's my turn" his thrusts become harsh and deep, like he's trying to prove a point grabbing into your thighs pulling you higher around his waist, your head tilting back in pleasure "what? too much?" he mocks." I'm joking, I don't really care."
you feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach, your muscles tensing underneath him, his eyes never leaving your body as he continues "close?" he whispers, you nod quickly, eyes closing in pleasure as you feel his pace becoming brutal again, you breath hitching, body seizing, tights clamping down on him and you release around his member, your hands grabbing into his clothes tightly.
he doesnt stop, instead, fucking you throw your orgasm making you shake as he thrusts deep, grinding against your, letting a moan rip free from his throat, his member pulsing inside of you burrying his face in your neck as he finishes, you're both a panting mess holding into each other, sweating
you both slowly catch your breath, you ayes open, head spinning as you look at the ceiling, you let out a relieved sigh as the overwhelming heat in your body seems to disappear
Atilla lifts himself looking down at you expectingly, hair messy, brow sweaty, clothes a mess as asks "so?"
you swallow as you lift your hands sighing "gone"
"finally" is all he says with a grown before pulling out of you, you feel your body shaking as he pulls his pants up "i'm going to take a shower. and you." he pointed a finger at you with a glare "you dont tell jack shit to anyone about this. got it? or next time i'll use the fucking needle"
you blink at his threat watching walk towards the door as you push yourself to sit quickly trying to stop him as you try to sigh with your hands, but by then he's already gone leaving you on the table in shock.
'next time?'
