Primitive Instincts
Summary: Another long walk home after a long night of bartending seemed normal for the Reader. Until she has her identity mistaken for someone who has a target on their back. Once the hitman realizes he has the wrong woman he keeps her locked away in his home and she soon realizes that Ubbe is not just a hitman. He's a savage that runs on his primitive instincts. Series Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, sexual tension, smut, nsfw, drinking and drug use, dark!fic, Savage!Ubbe,
Something seemed wrong to you. Although you were walking by yourself in the dark, it never bothered you before. But for some reason you felt more alert than usual. You always walked home after a late shift at the bar, and you never felt paranoid. So, you stopped and glanced around. Home wasn't far. You just had a few minutes left and you would be home. But as you continued forward, you noticed a car stopped on the side of the road right next to the liquor store that was obviously closed. There was a man leaning up against it. It didn't scare you, he was just another person who was proabably lost. "Excuse me, Miss. Do you know where the closest hotel is?" The man asked. You couldn't see his face that good. But you could tell he was tall. Before you could even think of a reply a strong force rammed you right into the car. You fell on the concrete and groaned as the world around you began to spin. "Get the rope." You heard a man's voice. Shit. Shit. Shit! Of course you would get kidnapped. The town you lived in was like a fucking ghost town. Everything was spaced out. Closest neighbor was probably 2 miles away. And everyone else from the bar was already too far gone to hear you, even if you could scream. You could feel a pair of hands grab you but you couldn't fight back. Your vision was slowly fading and you knew right then and there, you were fucked.
*** Everything came back to you when you heard a car door slam shut. Darkness engulfed you and when you shuffled around you felt the rug material rub against you. That bastard locked you in the trunk. Suddenly the trunk popped open and a bright light was beaming down in your face. “Now, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” The stranger from the liquor store spoke in his gravelly voice. “Fuck you.” You spat. “Would, if I could. Trust me.” He shot back. You felt his hands run to your backside and you turned to grip his wrists. “Easy, Princess, just need to see your wallet first. You see, I work for this big secret agency that hires people like me to kill people, no questions asked, just the good old -” He clicked his tongue, “and making them disappear. But the problem is they don’t pay unless I prove to them that you were the right person.” The moment you processed his words you felt tears begin to grow in your eyes. He was going to kill you? No, this had to be a mistake. “There’s a mistake somewhere. I never do anything wrong!” You cried out. You saw him move the flashlight down to your ID. He brought the light back to your face. “Oh, fuck!” He cursed. “What’s wrong, Ubbe?” The other man asked. “It’s not her! We got the wrong woman!” The man you assumed was Ubbe growled and threw your wallet at his chest. “Well, jig is up, let’s just kill her!” The other man pulled out a gun. You crunched up and covered your head with your arm. “No! As tempting as that is, I don’t feel like killing unless there’s money involved.” Ubbe replied. “Well then, Brother, what do you want to do?” Ubbe didn’t answer. Or at least you didn’t get to hear it because he slammed the tip of his flashlight right into your forehead and your vision became nothing but a pit of darkness. *** The next time you woke up you weren’t in the trunk of a car. You woke up on a tiled floor next to a… Toilet? You tried to move but you were handcuffed to the toilet. “What the fuck?” You whispered. Then you heard a loud slam. And another coming from… Somewhere but you were obviously alone in the bathroom and the door was shut. “Oh! Oh!” The sound of another girl crying made you look around. “Oh Ubbe! Yess! Right there!” She moaned. “Yeah, baby girl, just like that.” Ubbe groaned. “Oh, you have got to be shitting me.” You started tugging on the handcuffs. “Ubbe! I-I-I” The girl let out a loud wail and you cringed at the sound. Did she even know that you were handcuffed in the bathroom, being held against your will? Would she still have been moaning and wanting him if she really knew? “Hey! Somebody! Let me out!” You screamed. The door opened behind you and peaked over your shoulder to see Ubbe pulling down a white shirt. He was in a pair of loose grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. You quickly averted your eyes. “I said Im coming! Fucking take a chill pill.” Ubbe stepped over you and sat on the edge of the tub. “Can you let me out of these cuffs now?” You asked. Ubbe pulled out a cigarette and slid it between his lips. “Not until we have a talk about your attitude and how it needs to change.” You waved your hands so the metal chains would clank against the pipes. “Im chained up in the most uncomfortable position so forgive me for not feeling like a ray of sunshine!” Ubbe lit his cigarette and looked down at you through the cloud of smoke. His eyes were an intense blue and his hair was a dirty blonde. Almost red. And he was… Gorgeous. “So I saved your life do you know what that means?” Ubbe asked as he ashed his cigarette. “That your an idiot for kidnapping the wrong girl?” You replied. Ubbe chuckled. “I’m a lot smarter than you because if I was in your position I would be showing more respect to the man that I owed my life to.” You swallowed the lump that was starting to grow in your throat. “You were the one that fucked up. How is any of that my problem? Besides if you let me go I won’t say a damn thing. I have better things to do than try to have you arrested.” You tried to reason with him. “Im sure you do, but me keeping you here is not because I can. . Well it sort of is but more because you owe me your life.” You scowled. Ubbe took a drag of his cigarette before he flicked it in the sink and crouched down beside you. He suddenly seemed more intimidating up close in your personal space. “I won’t take any of your disrespect. Like it or not, I fucking own you now. And in my home you will behave how I want or there will be consequences.” He threatened. You forced yourself to look at the toilet instead of at those intense blue eyes. His words were making your heart race. But Ubbe wasn’t having it. He reached out and grabbed your chin to make you look back at him. You glared at the handsome criminal. “Im curious, just what kind of consequences would it be? Please say its whips and chains because that just excites me.” You sneered. Ubbe smiled and brushed the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. “Something you should know, Y/N. I have an older brother who likes to go in some very dark places. He’s taught me quite a few things. For instance, have you ever heard of a spider gag?” You felt whatever sarcastic smirk you had fade quickly. You didn’t know what a spider gag was but from the feral look in is eyes you could tell it wouldn’t be fun for you. Ubbe kept his smile as he focused his eyes on your mouth. “Its a gag that you tie around a woman’s face and instead of having some ball or cloth it has a metal circle that forces the woman’s mouth open. Imagine what could happen to a woman like that? She’d be stuck on her knees for hours.” Your heart pounded with each word that was spoken. Any smart remark you kept at the back of your head was suddenly gone. He wouldn’t… Would he? Ubbe patted your cheek in a condescending kind of way. “Now that’s the look to give off.” "So, what? I'm supposed to just lay here like this?" You questioned. He moved to stand up and even stepped over you. You thought he was going to sit on you or. . . Or something! But what you didn't expect was to watch him lift the toilet seat up. "Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!" You growled as you tried to move back and closed your eyes. "What? You scared of my dick or something?" He questioned. You cringed at the sound of him pissing in the toilet. "You better not fucking piss on me!" He chuckled. "Well, if that was your thing. . . " You could feel your face burn. He was one hell of an egotistical pyscho. He flushed the toilet and started washing his hands. "It's a shame, you missed my party. Don't worry there will be others. But until then. . . I'm gonna need you to keep those." He pointed at the handcuffs. "Or you can take these and shove one cuff up your ass while using the other to squish your balls, you fucking pyscho!" You snapped. It got quiet. Deadly quiet. "Okay, your sass is as cute as your ass, but I'm getting tired of it." He reached behind him and pulled out a gun. "You got 3 options here. One, You stop the attitude and keep the handcuffs on like a good girl. Two, you don't and I shoot you and end up having to hide the body (which I really don't want to do). Or Three, I can bend you over and fuck that attitude out of you!" Well then. . . You quickly turned your head and bit your tongue. He chuckled and pulled out a small key. "Now, don't try anything stupid." He warned. The moment you felt one of the handcuffs loosen, you pulled your hand out and quickly rolled over. You barely made it to your feet and you felt his hand pull your wrist back. He didn't tug you back towards him. Oh, no. That would have been too nice! Instead he twisted your arm behind your back and forced you face first into the closest wall. You turned your head to the side as he grabbed your other hand and held them both behind your back. If he wasn't right behind you, you would have kicked yourself away from the wall. But his chest was literally pressing into your back. And from the feeling on your backside, his chest wasn't the only thing pressed against you. "So, are you saying you choose option 3? You want me to bend you over and fuck that attitude out of you?" He grinded his erection into your backside. Your whole body burned and hot tingles flooded between your thighs. Normally you would shot out some witty comeback, most likely one about his size. But from what you felt. . . His cock was nothing to joke about. And he was in sweatpants you practically felt every inch of him between your thighs and. . . And. . . Ohhhh. He positioned himself even closer and you could feel the tips of his erection rub between your legs. Your heart was ready to leap out of your chest. It felt so good. And with every thrust, he made you forget where you were. Your eyes were too busy rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his cock brushed against your clit. "But, now that I think if it. . . If I fuck you, that would be giving you what you want." He pulled away and cuffed your hands behind your arms. You nearly choked on your spit as you felt the cool breeze rush between your thighs. That fucking asshole!!! "Come on, since you wanna try playing Miss Sneaky." He grabbed you by the arm and finally let you out of the bathroom. You forced your eyes around the place. It could be a life saver to know every inch of your surroundings. First thing you noticed was a big wooden door about 10 feet away. There was a railing beside you and thats when you realized that you weren't on the first floor. You walked down 12 steps and came to a landing. If you walked straight you would be in a hallway with 3 more doors. But Ubbe didn't take you straight, he turned and went down 10 more steps. "So, Ubbe. . . You do this often?" You quipped. Ubbe rolled his eyes and walked you into a den area. Red solo cups were everywhere. Everything was trashed. There were all sorts of marijuana paraphernalia all over the tables. Bongs, bowls, and joints in the ashtrays. Fuck, it was like he was a college student or something. "Clean this place up. And don't try to run." He uncuffed your hands and shoved the barrel of his gun in your face. "Do I look like some kind of maid to you? You can't do this!" You argued. Ubbe began pushing miscellaneous objects off the table. The sound of glass shattering made you freeze. He slapped his hand down on the wooden table and looked at you. You didn't move, completely confused as to what he wanted. He lifted his hand up and waved his fingers in a come-here motion. Again. You didn't move. He waved his gun a you pointed at the table. "Come on, Princess. I'm not gonna hurt you." He tapped his hand on the table. You sighed and walked over to the table. He grabbed you by the hips and placed you on the table with little effort. He yanked your legs open and pushed his fingers against your jeans and began rubbing them. You gasped and opened your mouth to spit out some hurtful words but your voice died and the only thing that came out was a moan. Ubbe smiled and dug his teeth in his bottom lip. "I see what the problem is now, you just need a little attitude adjustment." Your hips rolled at his touch. It was as if your body had a mind of its own. Why you were letting him touch you was a something beyond your comprehension. All you could understand was that it felt good. His eyes locked onto yours and he started moving his fingers in fast circles. Please. Don't. Stop. You bucked your hips up and moaned. He leaned down and you thought he was going to kiss you. But his face steered off to the side by your ear. "You look like you're enjoying this. I knew I made you wet the moment I rubbed my dick against you." You didn't pay much attention to his words as you were too busy focusing on the feeling of his fingers rub against you. Your clit was throbbing and with every stroke of his fingers, you could feel your orgasm building up. But this wasn't like you at all. The last guy that tried to touch you without your permission ended up with a broken nose from the cue ball you had used to smash in his face. The only reason you were gonna let this slide was because. . . Because. . . All the muscles in your body began to tighten as he moved his fingers in fast little circles. Your legs trembled and the bottom of your stomach filled with a warm tingling sensation. As you continued rubbing against Ubbe's fingers, the warm tingles traveled down to your trembling thighs and your body clenched tight. You could feel the wet heat flood your panties as your orgasm rippled waves of pleasure. Ubbe moved his fingers away from your sensitive core. "See? I bet you feel much better now." He commented. You scowled and sent him your meanest glare. "Now, you see this mess? Clean it up." 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