drabble of eris being mean to "you". undercut for obvious 18+ themes
You liked pushing his buttons. You thought he was sexy when he barred his teeth at you, incapable of covering up his disgust at your wanton behavior. You liked to think that any attention was good attention – especially when it came from a cute boy. So when the opportunity presented itself, you threw yourself at the chance to sleep with Eris.
“You’re like a dog in heat…” He had grumbled under his breath, the depth of his voice making your stomach do somersaults. You were eager to agree, eager to please. So when he said “Bet you’d bark for me if I told you to”, you had beaten him to the command and gave a couple of yips. The hand at the back of your head, fingers through your hair, seemed pleasing at first. You’d done good! Until he grasped a fistful of your hair and yanked, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. His expression was fixed in a sneer, and his red eyes seemed to burn your very soul.
“I didn’t tell you to bark yet.” He ground out, derisive. So much for being a good dog. Eris used his grip on your hair to throw you away from himself, nearer to the ground. It was where you belonged, after all; since you liked to act like an animal. Whether or not you wanted to get up, the chance never came as Eris’s boot was planted against one of your shoulders. Using your lack of balance, it was easy for him to kick you flat on your back and pin you there.
For a moment, he said nothing. He simply stared down at you, with a look you couldn’t quite pin down. Contempt, maybe. But beyond that, it was as if he wasn’t really looking at you at all. It was as if he’d decided you didn’t matter at all. You began to squirm and he only moved his foot so he could better hold you down - stepping his full weight against your sternum.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” When next he spoke, it was without the biting edge. It was cool, neutral; it reaffirmed your suspicions. He didn’t care about you. “You wanted my attention. You wanted to irritate me, so that I’d get fed up. So I’d rough you up a bit. Is it hot? Do you like this?” His boot was beginning to make it difficult to take full breaths. “Touch yourself.”
You initially bulked. You were used to Eris being quiet and serious. You thought of him as somebody that only got mad at people in the way a cat might – it was funny, to see him hiss and bat at them, but he never took it this far. Or more aptly, you’d never seen him take it this far. Was it hot for you? Did you like it? Whatever the case was, your hand crept down to your pants and you heeded his demand.
You worked yourself over slowly, getting warmed up, all the while as Eris stared down his nose at you. It was an intense gaze, nigh unreadable, and you tried to break contact a couple of times. Each time, Eris would press harder into your chest in silent warning. Eyes on him.
Maybe you liked being degraded. Maybe you liked being beneath a hot guy’s heel. As the minutes ticked by it became easier to work yourself over, the excitement of your situation fueling your arousal. Just as you began to break a sweat, Eris released you. He didn’t say anything, didn’t give you any more commands, so you cautiously continued to fondle yourself. You were a good dog, you’d show him. He circled you, like a big cat stalking its prey. Maybe that also warmed your stomach and had your heart beating in your ribs. He found something to use like a makeshift chair and dragged it near your feet, seating himself. One leg hiked over the other as he rummaged through his pockets before finding what he was looking for. A cigarette, his usual brand, and an engraved zippo. He went through the motions of prepping one, taking his time with it.
“Keep going.” He instructed over the slight muffle the cig caused. The lighter clicked and he cupped a hand around the flame. Another click as it closed and he slipped it back into his pocket. You did as you were told, working your hand faster. Eris inhaled, staring down at you. “So you do like it, huh?” He blew out a steady stream of smoke.
“You’re pathetic.” It made your heart thump. Was that a flutter, or was that anxiety? Either way, you could feel it all the way to your nethers. “If you wanted to be fucked and degraded so bad, you coulda just whored yourself out. Plenty of people around here would love to remind you you’re just a hole on legs.” You weren’t used to this crude manner of speech from the usually stoic Eris. Wasn’t he supposed to be angelic? An upright member of the church? Enough ash had accumulated at the end of his cigarette that he could tap the side and have it fall.
He purposefully held it out and let it fall over your legs. You quickly tried to move out of the way of the embers, but he was faster to growl at you; “I didn’t say to move, did I?” Were you a good dog that obeyed even this command? Or did you try to wiggle out of this? Was it too much for you now – even after you’d told yourself that this was what you wanted from Eris? For him to be mean to you? Even if you tried to get out of the way, he would’ve just stomped on your leg to keep it within range of the ashes…
“You’re going to stay there until I’m done with this.” Another drag was taken. “And you’ve only got yourself to thank for it ; remember, you’re the one that kept coming to me.”
What else could you do but finish yourself? You stroked until completion, until you were shaking and sweating and your leg ached from the twinges of heat that came and went. You tried to pull away once you were done, but that had been the wrong move. Eris told you to keep going – you weren’t done until his cigarette was finished. The overstimulation grated on your sensitive body.
“Clean yourself up.” He finally puffed the last bit of smoke from his black cigarette, and promptly flicked the butt onto your lower stomach. It just barely missed your aching sex. You may have tried to bite back a yelp, or maybe you weren’t brave enough to keep quiet. Either way, you were allowed to stop touching yourself now. Eris stood up and just as promptly turned on his heel. He briefly paused but didn’t bother to look at you. “I’m not your toy to come running to when you feel like being stepped on. Bother me again, and I’ll dogwalk you.”
Who’s to say the idea of being walked like a dog wasn’t appealing to you, though? Maybe you wanted to be put on a leash by Eris. You loved to fantasize about getting beat up by him, and this was basically a step above that. But if you were a dog, he wouldn’t stop other dogs from playing with you. Sure, he’d walk you… but he’d also sneer at you for coming back to him despite his warning. He wouldn’t help you no matter how much you cried about not wanting to really be treated like an animal. That was just taking it too far now! You wanted him to be mean to you, but not like that! Right?
Too bad.