RELATIONSHIP: Polite Leader x Fem Reader
SUMMARY: The tables turn when you catch the man you've also been stalking, hoping the purge would allow you to exploit his crimes in your own way. However, after witnessing what happened in your bedroom, your desire to harm him faded. Instead, you became curious about how he would react if he discovered you. (PT. 2)
WORDS: 2,548
TAGS: The Purge (2013), No Use of Y/N, Breaking and Entering, Stalking, Pervert Polite Leader, Masturbation, Whimpering & Moaning, Cumshot, Watching, Caught, Light Sub/Dom, Power Dynamics, Choking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Teasing, Creampie, Spit as Lube, Kissing, Cockwarming, MATURE CONTENT 18+
Footsteps scurried down the stairs but came to an abrupt stop as he slowly descended the rest of the way, noticing his shotgun wasn’t in sight. Draping his blazer and tie on a chair nearby, he turned on his heels, becoming extremely watchful of who was in your home with him. Was it you? Or someone else who was also curious about the reserved woman. The cuffs of his shirt remained unbuttoned, as did the first few buttons at the top of his shirt. From where you remained hidden, you could see the glow of his milky-white chest as he stepped into the moonlight, using its luminescence to navigate the darkened home. Stepping deeper into the house, his heart beat with adrenaline and shock, a sense of fear as his weapon had been taken. While he walked past you without even realizing you were hidden in the dark shadows of the living room, you stepped out into the moonlight, holding the gun to his back. Immediately, he held up his hands.
“Still enough time for me to blow a fucking hole through you.” You pressed the muzzle into his spine, and the threat didn’t faze him as he gradually spun around to see the one he was searching for all night.
“I think you would have done it already, darling.” He clutched the barrel of the gun, pushing it into his stomach as a way to call your bluff. You watched as his eyes scanned your body, ravishing in how close in proximity you were to him. That same scent that he basked in upstairs stood in front of him. So sweet that he knew you couldn’t possibly be someone to know what to do with his weapon.
He snatched the gun from you, catching you off guard, and with one strong grasp, he pushed you into the wall. “I’m not going to kill you unless you give me a reason to, and I would hate to have to do that.”
“I should’ve killed you when I caught you fucking yourself in my room.” You reached into your pocket and, with one swift motion, opened your knife, but with efficiency, the man grabbed your wrist, causing the knife to fly out of your hand.
“I take it you enjoyed what you were seeing then.” He released your wrist but kept you in place by the hold of your fragile neck. The rapid beat of your lively heart made blood rush to his cock as he no longer had the worry that you might’ve been dead. That someone possibly broke in before he did.
“Not as much as that beautiful home of yours.” The words struggled to come from your tightened throat, but he managed to make out what you said. You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to blink, as the sudden staring contest began.
“How do you know where I live?” His eyes studied the smugness in your face. Your tone carries your words with great confidence, giving him no choice but to believe that, in any moment you were out of his sight, you had actually been watching him.
“The same way you know where I live.” You could see that he was slightly enamored of having met his match. That even if just for tonight, he could live in the fantasy where the woman of his dreams had become one with him. Like-minded people whose actions were fueled by insanity. She’s different from the others.
“Very, very sneaky girl, aren’t you?” His voice deepened, smooth and velvety like the sheets he kept on his bed.
“Yeah, much better than you.” You were lost within the clouds of his expensive fragrance. Rich and powerfully aromatic, he loosened his grip on your neck and slid his arms around your waist for a tight embrace. You could feel his cock stiffening between you both, aching to feel what the picture couldn’t give him.
“Indeed, you are.” His hands slid up your back, tracing your spine, and the soothing movement made your back arch away from the wall. Your nipples, hard and sensitive, pushed into his chest, and when he noticed the effects of his touch rubbing off on you, he pleased you more. Running his hands beneath your shirt, he made skin-to-skin contact that made your breath hitch. Despite his cold demeanor, his hands were perfectly warm, cupping your breast and pinching your nipples.
You grip his shirt and tear it open, the small plastic buttons scattered and lying at your feet. He loved that you matched his insanity. Just as messed up as me, he thought. As you hungrily fiddled with his pants, his words echoed in your mind. “I take it you enjoyed what you were seeing then?” He was right; it was why you hesitated, it was why you took his gun to draw him nearer. The purge had brought out the worst in everyone, but tonight, you both witnessed each other as sane.
His lips pressed onto yours, both of you groaning desperately, having been caught trying to find the other in this long game of hide and seek. A game that had taken place way before the purge initiation, and without any worry of who won, your minds were the same, as tonight you’d both get rewarded.
“How much longer are you gonna have me wait?” Your words slipped between the passionate kiss, and the deep, primal groan summoned from within him as he felt your hand cinching around his thick cock.
You pushed him further, stroking his cock softly, barely letting your smooth, silky palm touch the thickness of his shaft. “Or did you already wear yourself out?”
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in so much trouble.” His words purred from his lips, heavy and fueled with the urge to put an end to your smart mouth. Clutching your wrist, he spun you around, pushing his erection into your ass, and your body obliged with the arch of your back, and your ass pressed into him.
You wasted no time pulling down your pants, bringing your underwear down along with them. He placed his foot beside yours, prompting you to widen your stance, and as you did, he reached between you to find what he came here for.
“I guess my performance did more for you than you expected.” Palm gliding from your swollen clit to your wet entrance, he finally pushed his fingers inside you with great ease. Your pussy was warmed and past the point of being ready for him to be inside you. This was enough to make you come. Clawing at the walls, you pushed your ass into him, further begging for his fingers to give you more.
“Fuck me.” You panted.
“Don’t you have any manners, sweetheart?” Running his long fingers back and forth between your clit and slicked entrance. Once again, he was so far, yet near. So close. You thought as the tips of his fingers slid inside you again, but before you could enjoy their fullness, he pulled them away.
“Please, fuck me.” You begged, voice tinged with desperation, and as you reached behind yourself to push his hip into you, the man proved the efficiency in his reflexes as he grabbed your wrist and slammed it into the wall. The last thing he expected from the sweet, delicate woman he’d been watching for months was that she would be so untamed. So eager and fueled with ambition that it challenged him in every way. He couldn’t deny that the perception he had of you was false. He would love to have a woman like you by his side every annual purge. Releasing your wrist, he slipped his fingers away from you and dropped his pants, freeing his cock. He quickly found where he ached to be. Inside your home and your pussy.
“Good. Girl.” His head sank into your neck as the tip of his aching cock eased into you like a fitted glove. You sucked him, giving him no choice but to wrap his arms around your waist to brace himself for your hypnotic pull. Every slow, deliberate thrust of his cock inside of you coated him with your arousal. Sticky, wet sounds filled the room, and he couldn’t help but whimper helplessly at how great a mess you were making on him.
“Ahhh, afterward I’ll teach you a lesson on profanity.” His voice deepened, making it a promise to put an end to your immense amount of swearing or at least lessen it. He continued, “I can think of so many ways to put that mouth to good use.”
“Fuck you.” You chuckled lightly, turning back to look down at his eager hips crashing into your ass, and the pleasure was so intoxicating that your delinquency was cut short as he fucked you harder. He held your chin tight, now ensuring your eyes could never leave his. With your hand still planted against the wall, he placed his free hand over top of yours, interlocking your fingers with his and keeping you steady.
“At least with that picture, I didn’t have to deal with any backtalk.” He smirked.
“What? You’re gonna kill me for not obeying you, sir?” You watched his lips as a curt breath escaped them.
“Far worse.” His hand moved towards your neck, both your lips brushing against each other as your disobedience made him feral. The heaviness of his breath was deeper, stronger, and so was his cock as he thrusted into you passionately. “Being dead would be easier than what I have planned for you.”
“What’s next? Kidnapping? You only have a few hours left for that.” You leaned into him, lapping your tongue along his lips like a loving dog who’d finally reunited with its owner. His cock throbbed inside of you, trying its best not to combust as he got the chance to be inside of you, and so soon after leaving that mess on your bed.
“You can’t possibly think that the purge would prevent me from having you.” He smiled, knowing that after tonight, you had nowhere to run. He didn't care about what consequences he gained due to the crimes he'd possibly commit after the purge. For you, the feeling was mutual. As he held your neck tightly, the only way your body could be apart from his was if someone were to pry you away from his cold, dead hands—something that wasn’t even possible, because even in the afterlife, he would haunt you. He would monitor your every move, observe who surrounds you, and, importantly, if anyone tried to take you from him. If that happened, he would have no choice but to bring hell on Earth.
“You’re not going anywhere unless it’s with me. You understand?” The words made you oblige with haste, but so did his thick cock as he slowed his pace and allowed you to feel every inch of him. Thick, heavy, and wet with both your aroused worlds intertwined with another. Your foreheads pressed against each other, a loving touch that made your minds connect in ways others couldn’t understand. For the two of you, the purge was just a night to allow yourselves to live freely. No longer hiding who you were…at least for the next few hours.
“Yes, sir. I do. I’m s…ah, please. I’m so close.” You couldn’t take the slow drag of his wet cock pulling away from you, and with grace, easing back into your tight pussy. He ignored you, instead continuing the steady motion and holding his cock still inside of you. Warming himself with your heavy blanket of arousal, he throbbed inside of you when he could feel you tightening around his cock.
“Just a minute, baby. Ahhh, one minute.” He groaned deeply, taking in the euphoria your pussy was giving him. An ecstasy that not even murder on this glorious night could give him. His heart pumped rhythmically as did his cock as he felt your hips rocking into him because your orgasm wasn’t going to wait for him. Increasing your speed, you fucked him back, and apparently so well he didn’t bother speaking on your impatience, but it was a misdemeanor he’d keep in the back of his mind.
“Good job, baby. Mhmmm, you’re going to make me come.” He held onto your neck with both his hands, interlocking his fingers with each other, ensuring you weren’t going anywhere. Your head tilted towards him, and your back arched like a crescent moon. Your eyes were looking towards the ceiling like you’d been stargazing, and within the dark night, the sound of your moans and ass clashing into him filled the room.
You reached behind him, clutching onto his waist to pull him in, and as your orgasm possessed you, your slick walls still managed to have a hold of him. Your pleas made him buck his hips faster as he listened to you claim who you belonged to. You were his, and happily so. In fact, unknowingly to him, it was safer for him to accept your love as you were far worse than he. Just as fucked up as me. The words played in both your minds, and with the acceptance of each other’s demented mentality, he came inside of you. Every thrust, he poured all of his cum inside of you, leaving his mark and this time deep inside of your pussy instead of your face.
The tight grasp around your neck eased, and, exhausted, you dropped your head and leaned it against the wall. Suddenly, you felt the fabric of your pants brushing your legs as he helped you get them on.
“Thank you, sir.” You said sarcastically, but you could tell the acknowledgment of the power dynamic entertained him as his dick remained hard behind his trousers. Looking at his chest, you smirked at the result of your desire that consumed you in the moment, making you destroy his shirt.
“You owe me a shirt, young lady.” He smirked as he zipped his pants, hiding the thing your eyes couldn’t part from, but after claiming what was his, he knew this wouldn’t be the last time. He couldn’t even promise himself that you’d both make it back to his house as his cock refused to settle down even after being milked dry.
“And you owe me new sheets. I haven't forgotten about that other mess you made.” You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall with a feigned attitude that the gorgeous blonde was starting to enjoy, realizing it was a ploy to make him submit—a challenge growing more difficult the longer he remained near you.
“Of course you didn’t.” He planted a kiss on your forehead, resting his hand gently against your face and savoring the moment he could touch the shell of your existence rather than the glossy picture. He peered down at you with a loving gaze. His million-dollar smile beamed at you as his piercing blue eyes watched the picture of you come to life. That smile. He could never be away from you. Tonight, you were the one he couldn’t let slip by him once the horns declared the purge was over. You were forever his.
I feel like I haven’t written the Polite Leader in so longggg this was overdue and I hope you all enjoyed it 🫶🏽
Per usual I’m adding this to my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites” and the “Bedtime Stories” collection where you can find both parts to this story 💙
I have two other short stories that I’m working on 🤭 so stay tuned for that. I am still taking any requests just shoot me an ask or message and I’ll get to cooking! I love you guys thanks for reading!
Scare you later 😈