Would you look at that, another gift I made for Chrimbus
Thank you, @forcefulkitten, for letting me post. Ilysm 💛💛💛
Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader
Yandere, Smut
Word Count: 6′943
Warnings: Dubcon, Predator/Prey kink, Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Edging, Illumi being a sly motherfucker.
The Estate was honestly a really beautiful place.
It’s halls were always pristine, the artwork never crooked, and the plants decorating the rooms never had any dead leaves or petals under them.
It was beautiful… but boring. Painfully boring.
Illumi never let you do anything without him right there next to you. Any activities considered harmful or dangerous in his mind were automatically answered with a “no” when you asked to partake in them
So it was a pleasant surprise when he proposed something you considered fun that you had been wanting to do for a while out of the blue.
“Wait what?”
Illumi’s sigh was something you were incredibly used to at this point. Early in the “relationship” you used to believe he was mad at you because of the tone of it, but now you knew that wasn’t the case.
He was more mildly annoyed than anything else.
“I said I’d indulge you in your little game if it will stop you from moping.”
You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a little squeal of happiness, jumping in the spot and clapping your hands together in excitement. It had been so long since you had played and with how large the Estate was, you were dying to use the space for something other than reading books or afternoon tea.
“Okay, okay.” You tried to calm yourself down, but were still vibrating a little. “Do you know how to play?”
Illumi gave you one of his pointed stares from his spot on the couch, “If I needed to have the rules of a game that are clearly in the name itself explained to me, I would expect you to call the doctors immediately under the suspicion of brain damage.”
You pouted, “Sheesh, it was just a question.”
His lips twitched upwards for a moment before he stood, walking towards you in only a few long strides. He wordlessly offered his arm to you, running the cool pad of his palm over yours after you accepted and walked you towards a large set of doors on the other side of the room.
“All the butlers have cleared out for the evening, so it is only the two of us.”
You gaped at the large empty halls before you. You weren’t sure if you had been to this part of the Estate, but at the moment you didn’t care. It all looked the same, especially in the dark like this.
You frowned. The dark.
“The lights?”
“Will remain off.” Illumi answered, looking down at you. The partial light from the room behind you lighting his eyes in a way that was incredibly eerie. Your frown deepened.
“How will I know where I’m going?”
Illumi tilted his head almost in a condescending way.
“Ah, I’m not.”
“You catch on quickly.”
You whined. “No fair, you’ve been here your whole life, this is cheating.”
“You sound as if you don’t want to play anymore.”
“No…” you trailed off, trying to think of any excuse that didn’t sound like a bratty child complaining. “It’s just not fair.” you finished lamely.
Illumi hummed, releasing his arm from yours to pull out a small device from his pocket.
“Here,” He placed the device in your hands. “This is a portable security monitor I had specially made for the cameras that occupy the Estate. You may observe me as I seek you out, and I will allow you to change hiding spots. I will also not use En during this game.”
You stared at it mutely, mulling over the offer in your head. While it wasn’t quite knowing the estate like the back of your hand, you supposed it was the best you were going to get.
“Okay.” You beamed up at him. “Oh! We haven’t discussed the prize yet!”
Illumi blinked. “Prize?”
“Yeah!” You were back to hopping in place. “Okay so, what do you want if you win?”
Illumi only stared down at you and you blew a raspberry at him.
“You’re no fun.”
“So you’ve told me.”
“How about! The winner gets to do whatever they want?”
Illumi stared at you with low lidded eyes, but you could tell from the smallest glint in his eyes that that had caught his attention.
“Alright.”
The doors behind you both suddenly shut, enveloping the two of you in complete darkness that made you yelp in surprise, clinging to Illumi out of pure enforced habit.
“The game is going to be over very quickly if you don’t hide soon, Y/N.”
“Oi, we haven’t decided who will count first!”
“I started counting as soon as the doors shut.” You felt the hot of his breath by your ear as he spoke. “You have 30 seconds left.”
“You suck!” You yelled, bolting down the hallway in complete darkness.
With the exception of a few windows here or there, there was barely any light to help guide your way. The moon was barely out, leaving only the distant twinkle of stars to serve as your aid.
You ran your hand along the walls of the hallway, catching along door frames when they suddenly appeared, and you grabbed onto the third one, hauling yourself inside clumsily. Illumi wasn’t counting out loud, so you had a countdown going on in your head from the 30 seconds he gave you.
20…19…18…
You could barely make out the objects of the room you stumbled into, but you did spot what seemed to be a wardrobe. You ran towards it, gripping the handles before you began to second guess yourself.
No, this was too obvious of a hiding place.
13…12…11…
You whimpered in panic, anxiety taking over your brain as your time ran out. Your eyes were adjusting a little better to the dark and you could make out some kind of couch or loveseat in the corner.
Fuck it, it would have to do.
You quickly realized, after a few seconds, you would not be able to fit behind it.
You could, however, fit underneath it. Just barely. You had to breathe very shallowly and press yourself as flat against the ground as possible in order for it to work. To any other person this would be a terrible spot, but you were small enough for it to possibly work.
And you would soon find out.
3…2…1…
Here he comes.
The air in the house was incredibly still. It was almost too quiet without the normal bustle of the butlers around you. The only noise that filled the room were your quick, heavy pants that you forced yourself to try and calm - as much as the restricting space of the underside of the couch would allow.
The distant slamming of a door made you jolt, smacking your head on the bottom of the couch in the process. You had to bite your lip to hold in your groan of pain, resting your cheek against the cool wood of the floorboards.
You couldn't tell if the thumping you heard was the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears or his footsteps.
Realistically you knew it was the former. Illumi had been trained to make as little noise as possible while he moved, so you didn't know what else you expected while he hunted for you.
In retrospect, proposing a game of Hide and Seek with a professional assassin was probably a terrible idea if you hoped for any chance of winning.
Your suspicions regarding the sound were confirmed when the door to the room you were in swung open, and you held your breath. You could just barely make out the pale purple of his pants in the dark. He wasn't moving, rather he was standing motionless in the doorway - undoubtedly scanning the room.
You felt your lungs begin to burn for air, but you remained as still as you could.
Eventually he moved, walking towards the wardrobe you first considered and yanking it open. You could hear the hangers screeching against the railings as he shoved whatever articles of clothing that were hanging aside. He soon closed it almost as quickly as he had opened it, turning around and scanning the room once more.
You let out an exhale as quietly as you possibly could.
His feet turned towards your spot and it felt like time came to a complete stop.
The rush of blood in your ears got louder as he approached, and you braced yourself…
Only for you to feel the cushions of the couch dip as he placed a knee on it to peer over the other side. Your face scrunched up in pain, the already restricting space being compacted even further under his weight, but the discomfort ended almost as soon as it began.
You peeked an eye open just in time to see him exiting the room, leaving the door open behind him.
The relief had you damn near melting into the floor, suppressing delighted giggles at your temporary victory.
Now that you were in the clear, you pulled out the monitoring device he gave you earlier, maneuvering it so you could view it with the left side of your cheek pressed to the ground.
The glow of the screen was already dimmed down, a small mercy you had never thought about as the many, many camera images appeared on screen.
Everything was sorted into categories. East wing, West wing, South library, etc
You kept flipping through, but you couldn’t find a sign of Illumi anywhere. It was honestly getting a little aggravating since how was this damn thing supposed to help you if you couldn’t even find him in the first place?!
Finally you caught a glimpse of him, his hair the only portion left in the frame before you quickly flipped over to the next camera. He was entering a room that looked a lot like the one you were currently hiding in. He stood in the doorway completely still, scanning the room like he did with yours. You checked the name of the room in the corner of the screen
South Sitting Room 3
Looking back to the main part of the screen, you could see Illumi moving towards the other side of the room. You also noticed too little too late the faintest blue hue on the screen.
Coming from underneath the couch.
You felt ice wrap around your ankles before you registered his face only inches away from yours.
“Found you.”
You screamed bloody murder as you were dragged from your hiding spot, nails undoubtedly clawing lines into the polished floorboards, your skirt bunching around the upper portion of your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your chest like a little bunny, eyes wide in terror at the sudden and quite frankly horrifying materializing of Illumi.
The main thing you could see were his eyes - the rest only a mere outline. The inhuman glow of purple from the marginal amount of moonlight staring down at you with an intensity that made you shrink further into the floor. If you stared long enough, you were sure you could eventually make out the details of his face, but you couldn’t help but feel… intimidated a little.
“You weren’t very smart, Y/N.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. "You should only check that device periodically, otherwise the glow gives you away quite easily.”
“Okay okay, you win.” You admitted defeat quickly, “Can we turn on the lights now?”
“Why? I thought the winner got whatever they wanted.”
You frowned. He wanted to keep the lights off as his prize?
“Is that it?”
You felt him wrap his arms around your torso, lifting you off the ground with incredible grace.
“I request that we play another round. Same rules, same stakes, only one condition.”
You stared at him in confusion, hesitantly keeping your hands around his arm as you regarded him. The sensation of one of his hands cupping your cheek made you flinch, not expecting the sudden cold on your face, but you quickly leaned into it.
“Hide better.”
You pouted against his skin, your voice slightly muffled as you spoke. “You literally gave me 30 seconds, becoming a master of disguise isn’t exactly in my skill set.”
Part of you hoped he couldn’t feel the heat rise to your cheeks when he let out a quaint, low pitched chuckle in response.
“I’ll give you two minutes this time. I expect you to utilize the advantages I gave you.”
You pulled away from him, picking the monitor off the floor and slipping it back in your pocket.
“Are you going to tell me when you start counting this time?”
The small tilt of his head gave you the answer you felt you already knew.
"You've been hanging around Hisoka too much."
You bolted past him before he had time to make a response, although you were smirking as you ran down the moonlit halls. Nothing was funnier than yanking the assassin’s chain and getting away with it - even temporarily.
You kept the mental count down going as you ran through halls and rooms that felt like a labyrinth. Part of you imagined that the doors you shut behind you would reveal a completely different hallway if you opened them again.
Half your time was gone when you reached another door, however this one didn’t lead to another room or another hallway like the others. Instead it led to a staircase. You couldn’t see how far down they went, only that they were shrouded in complete black around ten steps down.
While it would be an amazing place for you hide, you still hesitated. The air coming up from the doorway was cold and humid. It made you wrinkle your nose and look down the hall while you weighed the pros and cons of continuing on vs taking the chance.
40…39…38…
The first step groaned under your weight, making you cringe as you gripped the railing and descended the steps as quickly and as quietly as possible - the darkness swallowing you as you went.
The temperature dropped the further you went down, the hairs on your arms standing up straight by the time you reached the bottom. If it wasn’t so dark, you were sure you’d be able to see your breath as you exhaled.
Feeling along the walls, you walked further into the room while shuffling your feet to avoid tripping. There were a few crates here and there. Wooden. Heavy. You could hear the clinking of bottles when you bumped into one.
A wine cellar.
24…23…22…
You felt around for anything that felt light, possibly even empty. There were around four crates that you could find that fit the description, however once you lifted up the lids, they were still too full for you to fit inside. Your hands began to shake again and you pulled out the monitor, increasing the brightness to the highest setting.
5…4…3…
The room lit up almost completely, the racks of wine and stacked crates in one corner coming into view. The ones you had found were further confirmed to be too full to hide you, and you spun in a slow circle, taking in all your options. There was barely anything. Hardly anywhere you could even try and hide, and it was much too late to go back up the stairs now.
As time ran out you debated it. You fully debated going back up the steps and attempting to find a better hiding place while also running the risk of encountering Illumi. You had the monitor on your side, but you also knew that the chances of being found increased dramatically while you were distracted with the device.
Continuing to use it as a light source, you walked the rest of the room’s perimeter. Overall it wasn’t very large, only about 15 x 30 feet. You could try pulling a few crates together and hiding behind them, but you would be found almost immediately, and Illumi said he wanted you to hide well.
You heard the distant slamming of a door, making you cringe in on yourself like it was done in front of you. Shining the light back towards the stairs, you made your way back towards them, ready to take your chances until something else caught your eye.
Right at the side of the stairs was a cubby. It was small, only about 3 feet high, but it was something decent. It took a bit of effort to get the thing open, which surprised you a little bit considering the finery of everything else in the Estate.
From what you were allowed to see, anyways.
Thin strings of cobwebs hung just inside the mini doorway, and you grimaced, hoping to any and all gods that these webs were abandoned as they stuck to your hand when you crawled in. You were pleased that they seemed to be the only ones as you crawled deeper into the cubby, maneuvering yourself so your back pressed against the cool cement of the wall with a grunt. You wiped the spider silk on your skirt before flipping through the cameras again, trying to remember where he found you and the areas you had gone through before reaching the cellar.
You eventually found him leaving a room labeled Dining Room 4, walking back out into the hallway and continuing his way down. You continued to follow him through the cameras, and you couldn’t help but feel a switch in roles for a moment. You hadn’t thought about it for a while, but you wondered how often he sat like this. Watching you through the very monitor you were holding.
Part of you could understand how addicting it was while you stared at his pixelated form moving from room to room, repeating the same process of scanning, searching, scanning, and then moving on.
It was almost hypnotic.
You committed the most recent room he was in to memory before flipping further ahead, trying to see how far away he was from the room you were hiding. You went through about 15 screens before you reached the hallway that led to the cellar, the polished wooden door hanging open in the hallway.
“Oh fuck”
That was a dead giveaway to where you were. You flipped back to where you last saw Illumi, and he was now only 10 rooms away.
Damn he moved fast.
If you moved right now you might have a chance. Might be able to crawl out of your hiding place, run back up the steps, shut the door, and then go back down to your spot while being as quiet as possible.
It was a risk. A big one.
8 rooms away.
Fuck.
You scrambled out from your spot, awkwardly clamouring over your limbs as you emerged from the cubby; a cramp forming in your back from how hunched over you were inside. You held the screen out in front of you as you ascended the steps again, swearing under your breath when the wood creaked once more under your weight, but you forced yourself to continue up.
You were halfway up when you heard another door slam, this time way too close for your comfort and you froze. You slowly turned the screen to face you, body shaking when you found him to only be 3 rooms away.
There was no way you’d make it.
While you weren’t sure if it was just him being fast, or you moving too slowly, you didn’t think about it much as you descended the steps as fast and as quietly as possible, all but diving back into the cubby underneath the stairs. Your last panicked motion before slumping back against the cool wall was grabbing the edge of the cubby door and pulling it shut, enveloping you in true darkness.
You didn’t dare click the monitor back on, not after how he found you last time. All you could do was sit in horrid suspense and wait.
The minutes felt like hours as they ticked by, and you were thankful it allowed you the time to slow your breathing. You ignored the urge to click the device back on to see just how far away he was. It also allowed enough time for you to lose some of your anxiety and properly kick yourself for being so stupid and leaving the door open.
You also realized too little too late that coming down here was perhaps not the smartest idea, as there was only one way in, and one way out.
You felt the full weight of your mistake as soon as the hair on your arms stood up, and this time not from the cold. You couldn’t see Illumi from your spot under the stairs, but you could certainly feel the aura radiating off of him.
“Y/N”
He drew out your name as he descended the steps slowly. Almost deliberately slow. You bit your cheek, pressing yourself further against the musty wall as you felt the dust fall from each step as he took it.
He stopped around the second to last step, undoubtedly scanning the cellar for you. You felt the dust floating by your face, and you had to slap a hand over your mouth and nose to keep yourself from sneezing.
The sharp sound of his tongue clicking echoed off the walls as he descended the rest of the steps.
“Credit where it’s due, I was not expecting you to hide this well” There was a crash of a crate being tossed to the side followed by glass breaking, making you jump a mile.
“By keeping the lights off, I assumed you’d keep to the upper levels.”
You smiled behind your hands at the clear annoyance in his tone. There was little you enjoyed more than gaining a victory over this man, no matter how small it was.
Most of the time, anyway.
“However, I think you know as well as I do that coming down here was incredibly foolish.”
You grimaced at the confirmation of your earlier thoughts.
“Nowhere to run, very few places to hide.”
Yeah. You noticed that.
The smashing of another crate told you he was on the opposite side of the room near the stacked ones. He must have thought you were hiding amongst them.
You expected to hear the noise of more bottles breaking as he tore the tower apart for you, but no such sound ever came.
Instead you heard the faint click of his shoes against the concrete coming closer to the stairs.
It was honestly a little naïve to hope that he wouldn’t check your little corner of the room. To think that he would ascend the steps and continue searching the rest of the Estate for you.
It took nearly every fiber of energy within you not to yelp in surprise or startle when his knuckles knocked against the cubby door three times.
“I know you’re in here, Y/N.”
You didn’t move, your hands clasped firmly over your mouth and nose so you didn’t make a fucking sound.
There was no way he could see down here. If you didn’t move at all, there was no chance he’d be able to know.
There was that sigh of his again, “Y/N.”
You had to bite your cheek harder to keep yourself from making any involuntary noises. You could tell he would get more annoyed - possibly even angry - if you didn’t obey him right now, but you still stayed where you were. He said he wanted you to hide well, so you were going to give him that.
The metallic taste of blood burst over your tongue as you heard the groan of the cubby door open, the external cold air rushing in and clinging to you almost like a virus. It was impossible to suppress the shiver that ran through your body.
“If you don’t answer me, I’ll have to come in there and get you.”
In that moment it was with both an insane amount of courage and stupidity that you began very, very gradually moving yourself to the part of the cubby that was slanted closer to the floor, following the decline of the steps. It wasn’t directly in front of the doorway, and if you could maneuver yourself so you were flat against the ground by the time he reached in for you, you might be able to get away with it.
You pressed your palms against the ground, gritting your teeth as you slowly lifted yourself up, shifting your pelvis over and lowering yourself back down; repeating a similar process with your feet. You didn’t dare breathe.
Except that wasn’t the sound that was your downfall.
The crunch of debris under your palms rang out absurdly loud, and your heart leaped into your throat as the room stood still.
Illumi’s aura flared. “Got you.”
It was like Deja vu the way you were dragged out from your hiding space, although this time except for the smooth wood of the floorboards to ease your way, you had rough, frigid, damn near sandpaper-like concrete scraping against your skin. You smacked your arms against the frame of the door, eliciting a cry from what would undoubtedly become a bruise to add to your collection later.
You were once again in the position you were before: Illumi overtop of you and pinning you against the floor, except this time you couldn’t see shit. While it didn’t help that the light of the monitor prevented your eyes from properly adjusting to the dark, you doubted that, even if they had, you’d be able to see Illumi above you.
Instead you were forced just to feel. Forced to feel the aura radiating off of him as well as the conflicting temperatures of his hands vs the rest of him. Forced to feel the warm air of his breath across your face as he used his upper body to stop you from struggling more. Forced to feel the soft material of his pants brushing against the upper portion of your thighs.
“Okay, Okay” You laughed nervously, opening your hands in surrender from their place against the floor. “You win. Again.”
He didn’t respond. You swallowed thickly, trying to calm your racing heart rate.
“Did I do better this time?”
You squeaked when you felt his aura flare again, but he didn’t move.
“You could hear me the entire time I searched for you down here. You know you did.”
You smiled, a surge of pride running through you. “I got you pretty good, huh?”
“Yes, however you still did not win.”
Your smile was gone in a flash, mumbling under your breath “I was pretty fuckin close though.”
He pressed his body closer to yours, and you could feel the movement of his lips by your ear. “Watch your tongue.”
You bit your lip at the sharpness of his tone, squirming against him from the discomfort of being so heavily pressed to the floor.
“Okay, alright, I’m sorry. Please Illumi, you’re crushing me.”
He still didn’t move. You could feel your spine grating against the concrete, causing you to begin hyperventilating a little.
“If you wanted your prize to be me dying from suffocation, you’re well on your way.”
“You’re being dramatic, but no that is not what I want.”
You laughed, a sound of mixed discomfort and nervousness. “Then what?”
“You.”
You blinked in the darkness at how fast his answer was, but also in mild confusion.
“But you already have m- oh.”
He ground his hips into you, and it clicked. You would’ve had to have been stupid not to understand what he meant, and you couldn’t help but feel dumb for not noticing how hard he was in the first place; but something about the setting made certain old things fall into place.
The depths of the cellar. The dark. Not being able to see him properly. Being pinned against whatever surface he wanted.
Memories that had been buried under the affection you had grown to have towards him.
There was a small tremor in your voice as you spoke. “Illu I am… more than down, but can we please go back upstairs?”
“No.”
His voice was strained, but commanding all the same - accompanied by the rustling of clothing. “We agreed that the winner gets what they want.”
You had your mouth open to protest, but became slack-jawed from the sensation of your panties being pushed to the side and his cock pressing into you to the hilt.
You were just barely wet enough to take him. Barely. The stretch, however, was insane. It had been a long time since you had taken him without any prep; those days seemingly far behind you, but the burning was something you’d never forget. Tears slipped past your eyes, a small shriek on your lips from the completely unexpected intimacy forced upon you.
He held you close, one of his hands keeping your leg hooked around his hips while the other was snaked between your shoulder blades and tangled in your hair, practically crushing you to him. Your entire body was tense as you desperately tried to adjust to him, your fists bunching the fabric of his shirt, which would undoubtedly leave creases.
It wasn’t in his character to let you adjust for long. You weren’t sure if it was due to impatience, or him thinking the time he gave you was adequate - perhaps it was a mix of both. Regardless, you were not ready when he pulled back, slamming into you once more with a roughness you weren’t used to.
While he was a little rough normally, sure, this was different. Rather than it being from his typical stiff, arguably robotic movements, this was almost unhinged. Desperate. He was fucking into you at a pace that all but sucked the air from you with every thrust, and your lack of sight amplified every single stroke of his cock against your plush walls.
It was far too much, way too fast.
“Illu-mi!” Your words were choked, “S-slow down! Please!”
“No,” He repeated, “You can take it.”
He didn’t let you lean your head back against the pavement, his hand gripping your hair and tilting your head so your face was buried in the crook of his neck; his personal musk adding to the cocktail of sensations bombarding your brain. The open collar of his shirt allowed for proper skin on skin contact, and you dug your teeth into what was offered to ride out the continuous zaps of throbbing pleasure that radiated throughout your body.
The air stunk of spilled wine and sex, a scent that would forever be ingrained in your memory along with the soft claps of skin and fabric echoing off the cement walls as they connected faster and faster.
This is what he wanted. To fuck you into the floor while you had no other choice but to take what he gave you.
The hand holding your thigh would undoubtedly leave a handprint by the time he was finished with you, his fingers digging into the skin and turning it the same brilliant shade of violet as his outfit. He wasn’t normally one to mark you physically, preferring to show his possessiveness over you in other ways, but once more this felt different. You keened when his hand moved higher to support your ass, raising his upper body off of you and detangling his other hand from your hair so it could grip the other side of your hips and haul your lower body onto his lap; the new angle allowing him to drive even deeper into you.
He was barely pulling out, but his pace remained the same as before, and you had to grip his forearms in order to ground yourself. The small sparks shooting up your spine fully gave way into fiery pleasure, all discomfort from earlier dissipating each time his cock fully disappeared inside your cunt. If his goal was to hurl you over the edge as fast as possible, he was succeeding. Your walls gripping him tighter and tighter, your mixed fluids undoubtedly leaving a giant mess on his pants as he continued to ruin you. Your face burned in mortification even though you couldn’t see the extent of the mess you were making.
You were so close. You were teetering right on the edge, but you couldn’t fall. The whine you let out was positively sinful, and you were glad that the only person who could hear you was Illumi.
Every single one of your words were punctuated by a gasp in time with his thrusts. “I can’t… Illumi please, I want to cum.”
You genuinely let out a sob when he slowed down, all movements coming to a halt and ripping all hope of an orgasm away from you in an instant. You couldn’t stop the whiney “why” that slipped past your lips before you felt his thin fingers wrapping around your throat. He never squeezed, simply letting the natural weight of his hand do the work for him.
“Stop whining.”
You managed to stifle your cries into soft whimpers with the aid of your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Remind me, who was the winner of this little game of yours?”
“You.”
“And what does the winner get, again?”
You paused, reluctantly giving out the answer.
“Whatever they want.”
“So does it matter what you want?”
You clenched around him, and he hissed through his teeth, tightening the grip on your throat.
“Answer me.”
“No!”
“Good.”
You expected him to go back to ruining you with no personal regard to your own pleasure after that, but were surprised when you felt him lean forward, pressing his lips to yours with a gentleness he didn’t show in his thrusts when they started back up again. You moaned unabashedly into his mouth, determined to drive him out of his mind as much as possible.
If you couldn’t get him to give in to you by begging for him, you were going to try and send him over the edge by losing all restraint on the noises he ripped from you.
A plan that was very short lived once his lips were replaced with his hand covering the lower half of your face - something he had never done and had you gushing around his cock like mad.
Part of you expected him to call you a brat, something he was particularly fond of calling you - especially earlier in your relationship, but the comment never came and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.
It made sense though. That would be giving you exactly what you wanted, and this wasn’t about you.
The position must have been rather awkward - trying to hold his hand over your mouth with one hand and keeping your lower body in his lap with the other because he pulled out of you very suddenly. Half your mewl in protest was muffled by his hand before he rolled you roughly onto your stomach, hauling your hips up so he sheath himself back inside you and lifting your upper body up by your jaw so your head was pressed against his shoulder from the force of his hand pressing against your mouth.
You could feel the damp patch you had created against the bottom of his shirt hitting your ass with every thrust and tears leaked out of your eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were from the mortification or from the edging.
His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm and you could feel his cock twitching each time he re-entered you. You lifted your arms up, finding his head in the dark and tangling your hands in his hair. He rarely ever allowed you to do that. You had found out the hard way that his scalp was something of an erogenous zone for the man - one that he wasn’t happy with you finding out.
A small tug to his hair, and it was enough to rip a proper groan from his throat. What you were not expecting was for him to pinch your jaw, taking advantage of your yelp of shock and sudden pain to shove two fingers into your mouth. You gagged a little, even though his fingers didn’t go further than your molars. Instead they pressed down on your tongue, quickly creating a pool of saliva that was soon dripping down onto your shirt. When he was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, reaching down to where your bodies were connected and finding your clit with frightening accuracy.
You shrieked, the constant edging being cut by an overwhelming amount of additional pleasure had your mind spinning in overstimulation and flooding your veins with ice. You detangled one of your hands from his hair, reaching down out of pure instinct to pull his hand away.
“Too much, I can’t.” You panted.
“Yes you can, and you’re going to.” His fingers continued to swirl around your clit, undeterred from your own trying to stop him. “Right now.”
And as if on command the coil in your core snapped, your walls fluttering around his length - trying to suck him in as deep as possible.
Illumi wasn’t far behind you, holding you flush to his body as he finished inside you with three final thrusts, his release seeping out of you around his length, staining his clothes further and dripping onto the floor.
All you could hear was your ragged breaths echoing off the cellar walls. The air was much warmer now, so you didn’t feel cold when Illumi pulled out of you. The shiver that ran through you was from the sensation of his cum pooling in your panties as he slid them back into place.
You whimpered when he pressed a chaste kiss to your tear stained cheeks, re-adjusting your clothing and his with a level of care and precision that when you had first met him had seemed cold and ironically cruel, but you had learned were just practiced movements to ensure the best result possible.
“If you think I’m walking up the stairs after that,” you sniffled, “you’ve got another thing coming.”
He didn’t respond, but you didn’t need him to. His arms looped under you, hoisting you up bridal style and carrying you back towards the steps.
You buried your face into his chest, your eyes heavy lidded as his body came into view again once you both re-entered the light.
“If we ever play again, I’m gonna win. You’ll see.”
He glanced down at you briefly, in time to see your eyes close completely.
You were blissfully unaware of the ghost of a smile on his lips as he kicked the cellar door shut.
“I’m sure you will.”
He’d let you think you could win, but you never could. Not just because his skills were far superior than yours, but with everything factored in, you winning was impossible.
But it was a nice thought regardless.
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