Just a Transaction - m!Avery x f!reader
I am so deeply Avery pilled. If there were a Stockholm Syndrome: Avery trait in the game, I would be the poster girl for it.
Anyways I started this wanting just to write my dom daddy Avery (i know his punishments are mid don't @ me) but then became possessed after thinking about the post-skyscraper Valentine's date with him and accidentally turned this into soft Avery :(
As should be obvious given the game this fic is based on, this fic is 18+ so please minors DNI.
Tags/Triggers: possibly (probably) slight OOC Avery bc I am reaching hard with some things here lol, mentions of assault, mentions and slight descriptions of domestic violence, dom/sub dynamic and this asshole doesn't understand the concept of safewords, feelings gross, belt spanking, fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex, like one (1) mention of breeding/baby trapping, uhhh i probably missed some but i just finished this after a manic burst of inspiration and it's 1:30 in the morning and i have to work in six hours lmao. also has not been proofread for the same reason any spelling/grammar errors are your problem now
FYI this fic contains very minor spoilers for some skyscraper storyline events - nothing that would ruin it for you but they're there all the same. Otherwise please let me know if you enjoy the fic! I'm hoping to write more Avery soon for sure, but I also have a list in my pinned post for the other LIs/NNPCs I'm willing to try my hand at.
WC: 4,733
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He told himself it didn't matter. It didn't matter that your smile no longer reached your eyes, as long as it was in place. It didn't matter that you no longer reached for him, as long as you were there when he wanted to reach for you. He certainly didn't miss the way that you used to cuddle into his chest in the mornings before he got up for work, now that you had taken to waking up even earlier to get all the cleaning done before school.
He was getting what he paid for, wasn't he? What did all those little things matter? They didn't.
He kept telling himself that. Every time he saw you stiffen when he entered the room. Every time he watched you picking your cuticles into a bloody mess after he told you about the next party he had planned. Every time he noticed how the clothes he had bought when you moved in, tailored to the measurments he had long ago memorized by touch alone, appeared to get a little looser week by week. How despite the way you dutifully kept your hair style the way he had told you to, the strands had lost their former luster. The dark circles that remained visible no matter how much you used the concealer and other products he had put in the bathroom for you.
He hadn't been paying for your spirit, the light in your eyes when you experienced something for the first time thanks to him, the warmth that would fill your cheeks when he asked for a kiss before parting. For those words that you had set bouncing around in his mind the moment you uttered them back on the Valentine's date he had taken you on.
"I love you, Avery."
What had you thought you would accomplish by telling him that? Was it just for the purpose of driving him crazy? Just to plant the seed in his mind, and then torture him by never saying it again? Was it some sort of petty vengeance to get back at him for the rules he had set for you? Was there any possibility that you meant it at all?
He hadn't been paying for you to love him.
He hadn't been paying to fall in love with you.
You were a decoration when he needed it. You were his fuckdoll. That's all he needed you to be.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, the tic in his jaw jumping as his teeth clenched down in a way one hoped veneers that expensive would be able to withstand. The evening traffic was always the worst time, when these thoughts would come and haunt him the most when his mental defenses were worn down by the work day. He was only a few turns away from Danube, stuck behind drivers that didn't know what the fuck they were doing or where they were going by the looks of it.
After giving the horn a sharp push, his eyes glanced from the car ahead of him over to the side. From here he could easily see the alley behind the orphanage you used to wallow in. How many times had you been about to turn down into that alley just before he pulled up to give you a ride to school? At least before you learned to be a good girl and wait for him. He shoved away the image of the way you would smile at him back then, instead focusing his vision on the movement happening in that alley now.
A girl that looked both nothing like you and too much like you at the same time. Probably another little urchin from Bailey's shithole of a building. Her eyes were wide and alert ahead of her, but she didn't see the group of delinquents coming up behind her. The sound of her startled yelp as she was yanked back into the depths of the alley was lost under the sound of other impatient drivers hitting their horns as Avery had done.
The girl was no longer visible, but Avery's eyes remained fixed on the spot she had been. If it weren't for him, you would be that girl.
You should be fucking grateful. Not turning into a fucking shell of the girl he had paid for.
The anguish that had been threatening turned to the familiar rage as traffic began to move once again. The rage was easier, and he nurtured it as he finally turned onto Danube and the driveway came into view.
The moment he stepped in from the garage you were there, already knelt down all but prostrated before him, a meek and quiet "Welcome home," leaving your lips.
His leg twitched with the desire to place his shoe atop your head, to keep you in your place a while longer. Instead he squatted down and his fingers twisted in your oh-so-neat hair before he pulled your head back to make you look at him.
Avery's eyes searched yours, not entirely sure what he was looking for. But regardless of what some secret part of him longed to see, all he saw was resignation and a hint of confusion at this slight change from the norm.
The longer he looked, the more that confusion turned to anxiety with just a hint of something else he couldn't put his finger on. "Are . . . are you going to discipline me before dinner?"
Just the suggestion made his cock twitch, he couldn't deny it. You always looked so beautiful tied down for him, whimpering and moaning as the marks appeared on your skin. But that also wasn't what he needed tonight, though he needed to do something before his rage got the better of him once again. He didn't think he could stand a repeat of those weeks where everytime he looked at you he had been forced to see the bruises he had left behind in his rage. Hearing the echoes of your apologies and screams as he chased you through the house.
"In a sense. But not downstairs." He tightened his hold on your hair briefly, just enough to see the slightest wince on your pretty little face, and then let go. "Get up to our room and get out of that fucking uniform."
He stood and then let out a sigh when you were still kneeling, looking at him more bewildered than before. "Don't make me ask you twice, little doll."
That tone got your attention and you scrambled to your feet to comply.
He took his time following after you, only starting up the stairs as you scurried off the top step and made your way down the hall. Thanks to your dutiful attention to his home, there was no squeak of hinges when the bedroom door opened, but he heard the change in the sound of your footsteps as you moved from the polished floors onto the plush carpet that took up the center of the master suite.
As he started down the hall himself, he slowly undid his belt as he walked, holding both ends firmly in his fist to make a loop out of the expensive leather. By the time he entered the bedroom, you were just shimmying out of your panties, only to pause and give him a wide eyed look as his presence loomed.
"Don't let me distract you, my girl. And there's no need to rush this part. Finish getting undressed and then get on the bed. On your knees, hands on the headboard."
He didn't miss the hint of color that finally came to your face then, making his cock that much harder as you slowly bent down to finish removing everything. You were thinner than you had been when he'd first met you, but even know he didn't think anyone else in this fucking town - or anywhere else for that matter - could compare to you. Perhaps this was what he needed, to make sure you figured that out without forcing him to spell it out for you.
It all clicked in his mind then and he knew exactly what to do with you as you got into the instructed position.
The sight of you like this, that tight little cunt and perfect ass on display for him, it would be so easy to forget about your discipline. To just shuck his own trousers and fuck you for the rest of the night. Perhaps even see if he could finally breed that little womb of yours and keep you as his forever. But there was no need for that to be off the table, he just had to control himself a bit longer. After all, he knew your body so well by now. He'd have you saying exactly what he wanted well before the last of his patience ran out.
"Knees a little further, doll, let me see what's mine." He couldn't pull his eyes away as you complied and showed off how no matter how subdued you acted, he still had an effect on you. There was no way to stop his free hand as it came up and spread your lips apart, feeling the wetness that had started to leak out of you. "That's my good girl. Now tell me, have you been wet all day, or did this happen after I told you that you'd be getting disciplined tonight?"
As he spoke, his fingers gently teased your clit as it slowly began to swell, so it wasn't necessarily surprising when all that came out was a soft moan.
With a click of his tongue, which hopefully you wouldn't notice sounded more amused than annoyed, Avery raised his other hand and gave your ass a swift spank with the belt. Your next moan turned into a surprise yelp, but still he felt how much wetter you became from it.
"Perhaps I should have explained, kitten, but the rules up here are a bit different than down in the basement. I'm going to ask you some questions. If you answer me and tell the truth like the good girl I know you can be, then you'll get a reward." He tweaked your clit again to drive the point home. "But if you dissappoint me by lying or refusing to answer, you'll be punished." He didn't fully smack you again, but did allow his belt to slowly drag across your flesh.
"Say 'yes, sir,' if you understand the rules."
There was a moments hesitation as you found your voice again, but before he could fully raise the belt back up he heard it.
"Yes, sir."
"That's my good girl." As a little reward, he pressed his fingertips right against your opening while his thumb hovered just shy of your clit. "Now, I want you to tell me why you're here."
"B-because you told me -" Your words cut off with a sharp cry as the belt came down with a snap of leather against flesh.
"Not why you're on the bed, you're smart enough to know what I meant. I wouldn't waste my time paying for a stupid cunt when those are all but flooding this town. Why are you here?"
A few shaky breaths and then you finally spoke again. "You told Bailey you wanted me."
Snap. Snap.
A yelp that sounded tantalizingly like a moan.
"Let me ask a different question, since you apparently like your punishments too much to think properly my little whore. Do I keep you locked up in this house?"
"No, sir." The honorific was partially lost amongst the gasp as his thumb finally fully pressed down on your clit.
"Have I ever forbidden you from leaving once everything I've asked of you has been done?"
"No." A low moan as he slid two fingers in up to the first knuckle.
"If you wanted to, couldn't you just tell me to fuck off and go back to the orphanage or wherever the hell you would keep yourself before I moved you into our home."
Fuck. He hadn't meant to say it like that. This was still his house after all. He hated the vulnerability that slip of the tongue had exposed and hoped like hell that you were too distracted to catch it.
It wouldn't do for you to realize you were the one who finally made his formerly empty mansion feel like a real home.
"I wouldn't." Not the answer he was expecting, but you said it so fiercly and lifted your head to look back at him over your shoulder.
Even flushed with the blend of arousal and pain, there was that steeliness in your gaze. There was the tough orphan girl he had helped climb down from the park statue.
For just a moment he found himself trapped in that gaze, daring your resolve to crack. Begging for an excuse to go back to hiding from his own vulnerability.
"Face the wall, doll," he said, his voice softer than intended. Once you did as he said, you got your reward. His thumb did lazy circles around your clit while his fingers pressed deeper inside. "Now, answer my original question. Why are you here?"
"I want to be." You began to pant as he slowly started thrusting his fingers, but much slower than he knew you wanted. "Avery, please, I ne-"
"I know what you need. But you're not done answering. Explain why you want to be here, or we can go back to the belt."
"Fuck," you groaned and he could see your legs shaking as you resisted the urge to thrust yourself back. "I fucking want to be here with you. I don't want to be with anyone else."
He sped up only the slightest bit, but not enough.
"Why? After everything, why do you still want to be with me?"
The images flashed through his mind.
Chasing you through the mansion. The first time you had looked at him with real fear. The bruises for weeks afterwards. You, laid out atop his doomed skyscraper, looking at him with a soft smile even as he held a dagger above you. Running to pull him to safety when you just as easily could have run and only saved yourself. The amount of times the hospital staff had told him a girl was begging them to make an exception to his ban on visitors. The way you had thrown your arms around him as soon as he arrived home. The care you had shown every time you checked on how his arm was healing.
The way you had told him you loved him for the first time back in February, completely railroding the point he had tried to make about your relationship being nothing more than an exchange. He had said you were just a transaction and you had handed up your heart in response.
Or perhaps you had been reaching into his chest to steal his.
And he needed you to do it again.
The belt landed on the mattress with a soft thump and the slight clink of the buckle being jostled. His fingers pressed just deep enough for him to press down on that spongy spot inside you as his chest pressed into your back and his breath hit your ear. "Tell me why, princess. I need to hear it."
"Because I love you," you breathed in response and leaned deeper into the way he was now surrounding you.
Finally, to the chorus of those sweet moans he adored, he began thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a determined pace. His now free hand came up to cover yours where you were white-knuckled on the headboard and interlaced his fingers with your own.
"Say it again."
"I love you, Avery."
"Again." His lips found your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, determined to leave some marks that wouldn't fill him with regret. Even over your moans and his own increased breaths, he could hear the lewd sounds of your wetness as he moved his fingers faster inside of you. More than that he could feel it as you dripped down his hand, the trail of your fluids nearly reaching his wrist as it trailed down his skin.
"I love you - hnnh fuck - I love you. So much. Fuck, Avery, please don't stop."
"I won't if you won't." He nipped your ear before pressing a hard kiss to your temple. "Keep saying it, princess. Keep saying it and cum for me."
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
The words soaked into him and, at least for tonight, he was going to let himself believe it. And when his cynicism took back over, perhaps he would have to do this again.
Sooner than he expected, he felt your pussy spasm hard around his fingers and an extra gush of fluids soaking his hand while your proclimations of love turned nearly to screams.
"That's it, good girl. Good fucking girl, let it out for me." He slowed his fingers gradually as he let you ride it out before finally withdrawing them completely.
Even as your muscles continued to shake from the exertion of your orgasm, you were trying so hard to stay in position for him. A soft smile came to his lips and he took some mercy on you. He put his arm around your waist and used the hand that had been holding yours to help you release your grip on the bedframe. "Come on, doll, you can relax. Lay back and catch your breath for a second. That's a girl."
Still breathing hard you looked at him with such soft eyes as you held tight to his hand.
"Why did you think I might want to leave?"
Fuck.
Leave it to you to have learned to see through him. There was a flash of instinctive anger, a brief thought of grabbing the belt back up. But the slight squeeze of your fingers as you watched the turmoil on his face stayed his hand.
"Please, Avery. I know you don't owe me answers, but I want to know if I've done something wrong." Your breath was nearly back now, and he could see the anxiety returning to your features as the afterglow was disrupted.
"You've done everything I've asked of you. Often more than," he started and tried to keep his tone as matter of fact as he could.
"But?" You just couldn't leave well enough alone. He could be fucking you already, blissfully away from all these thoughts as he lost himself in the thrall of that perfect cunt of yours.
"You haven't seemed very happy lately. Not since the first time you told me. . ." His voice trailed off. He couldn't even bring himself to say the words when quoting you.
"Since I told you I love you on Valentine's day," you finished for him, your gaze finally dropping from his. It didn't stop him from seeing the sadness there.
"You never said it again until tonight and I had to drag it out of you. And you haven't been yourself since then. I needed to know if you still felt that way. If you had even meant it at all."
Your eyes widened with what he could only describe as alarm at that and you pushed yourself back up so you were both kneeling in front of each other on the mattress. "Of course I meant it then, and I still do now. Goddamit, Avery, I've loved you since that first day when you took me to the cafe." He watched your throat work as you swallowed hard against the emotion. "I said it on Valentine's day, it was never about the money for me. Yes, I accepted the money because I needed it, I won't deny that. But I would have been there with you every saturday whether you took me to the hotels and parties, or if we were drinking beers in an alley somewhere. I wanted to spend time with you because you were the first person to make me feel like I actually mattered to someone. I'd been wanting to tell you I was in love with you for months before I finally did, but . . ."
You took a shaky breath and he could see the effort it took for you not to drop your gaze again. Meaning he felt the slice of every word you said next.
"I had been afraid that if I put it out there how I felt, you might not feel the same way. That maybe I didn't actually matter as much to you as I'd fooled myself into thinking I did."
"Just because I didn't say those same words back doesn't mean you don't matter to me." The response felt pathetic even as it left his mouth, but for some reason those three words always seemed to get lodged in his throat. They stuck there just behind his adam's apple, refusing to budge.
"It doesn't change that for the past few months I've been feeling like I was nothing more than a bangmaid that you'd replace as soon as I wasn't fun anymore. Maybe if I was smarter I would have left. I could have run away from the town and taken that job at the farm out by the moor. I won't pretend I didn't think about it. Or maybe I'm not an idiot, just enough of a masochist that I couldn't bring myself to leave no matter how much it's hurt to stay.
"That's how much I love you, Avery. Even if you can't love me back, or if you just can't say it for whatever reasons you may have, I can't bring myself to stay away from you." There was a slight sheen of tears in your eyes as you looked up at him and it made his heart clench.
"I can't say it," he spoke with as much meaning as he could put into it as the words you both wanted him to say remained locked up tight. He brought his hands up to your face, running his thumbs over your cheekbones.
"Then can I make my own rule for you?"
Despite himself, he nodded.
"Make sure you show me."
As soon as the words were out of your mouth his lips were on yours, his tongue sought yours out as his fingers tangled in your hair. It was unclear to him with the way his eyes were closed whether it was from arousal or emotion, but he felt the way your hands trembled as you pulled his tie loose and began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.
He let go just long enough to allow you to push off his blazer and shirt and then his hands were right back on you. But all the while he couldn't bear to break the kiss for any longer than was needed for the occasional breath. Even once you undid his trousers and fished out his cock that was back to hard and leaking precum for you, he simply groaned into your mouth as he pushed you back onto the bed and lined himself up by feel alone.
You stretched so beautifully around him, like your pussy was made just for him, and not for the first time he entertained the thought of just keeping himself inside you permanently. To tell you to forget about the cooking and cleaning, you could come back to the office as his assistant once again except your only responsibility would be keeping his cock warm until he was ready to fill you with his cum once again.
The only way to dismiss that thought was remembering the way those other bastards at the office would look at you every time he had you keeping notes for his meetings. Your tits were his, your ass was his. This cunt was his. It was bad enough having to see his peers leering at you every time he hosted a party or attended another, the only thing worse was having to go to events without you.
As much as he loved the sound of your moans being absorbed by his kiss, he needed to hear it again.
"New rule for you too, my girl," he grunted as he pistoned his hips into yours. He would never get over how fucking good it felt to be buried to the hilt inside you.
"Anything," you moaned back as your back arched off the bed when he hit just the right spot.
"Never go more than a day without saying it. Anytime you feel it, I want to hear it. Even if we're at another fucking gala, even if I'm talking to someone, you just lean in and whisper it to me. And as soon as we get home, I'll show you."
You showed you understood him in the best way you could. "I love you," the words were a sharp gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders in a way he hoped would leave marks. You opened your mouth as if to say it again, but it devolved into cries of pleasure as he angled his hips just right and began thrusting even harder.
"Good fucking girl. You always take me so well, princess," he groaned as he hiked your legs up higher, hooking your knees over his arms so he could press you deeper into the bed. He could feel himself getting closer with this pace, but he needed to feel you falling apart on his cock. "Just like before, little doll. Keep saying it until you cum for me."
His lips found your neck again, allowing him to hear it right in his ear as those words left your sweet lips over and over again. It was almost enough to make him lose control and fill you right then but somehow he managed to hold on. At least up until the walls of your cunt clamped down hard around him, to the point he was certain the shape of his cock would be permanently molded into you.
He managed a few more sharp thrusts as you rode out your orgasm before he came with a hard grunt into your shoulder, your name on his lips like a desperate prayer as he flooded you with more than he even realized he could produce at this point in his life.
There was the soft brush of lips to his hairline as he panted into your collarbone and he forced his head up to meet your lips in a much softer kiss this time. "You're always so good for me," he said when he pulled back slightly, only to lift up enough to kiss the top of your head as well.
With his breath back, he carefully turned the two of you over so you could lay on his chest as he ran his hand over your hair, making sure to keep himself fully seated inside you with the movement. The jostling made your walls briefly flutter around him once again and he heard the small moan you tried to muffle as you buried your face in his chest.
"Don't worry, kitten, we're not done for the night," he chuckled as he flashed you an indulgent smile. And sure enough, you in turn had felt the way he hadn't gone quite soft inside you and was quickly returning to full hardness.
"What about dinner?" you asked with a breathless giggle.
"Much as I appreciate your cooking, doll, I'm quite certain there's something up here I can eat if I get hungry." Even as flushed as you were from being well fucked, your skin went even warmer at the devilish smirk he flashed you.
It was nearly two hours later when, finally exhausted, Avery carried you to the bathroom for a quick clean up. He even put fresh sheets on the bed himself before he put you to bed and crawled in beside you.
With you spooned up beside him, he felt that knot in his throat loosening as your breathing slowed and evened out. Once he was certain you were asleep, he buried his face in your hair and held you just a little bit closer. The words came out so quietly he could barely hear them himself, but perhaps that was for the best.
"I love you too."
