I look at you and dream ✨

Coupses smirks and leans down slightly to get closer. "How about it tries shutting up? I'm sure it'd be prettier that way."

Your lips snarl, and before he can get away, you spit in his face.

Coupses growls and quickly wraps a hand around your throat, face merely inches from yours. You hope he can't hear your pounding heart. Though it's not fear causing your heart to race. It's from the deep brown of his eyes that are surrounded by his black mask and the smugness of his smirk on his pink lips.

It's from the betrayal of your body.

"Boss," a sudden voice rings out on the empty rooftop.

Coupses keeps his eyes on you as he replies, "What?"

"Place is secured. Give us twenty to get everything together," one of his members says.

"I'll give you ten," Coupses replies and finally wipes away your spit from his face.

"But, boss, I don't—"

"Fifteen, then! Now leave. You've already wasted time," Coupses snaps, breaking eye contact for the first time.

You stare at his side profile, analyzing the few scars on his strong jawline. Some might find them ghastly, but you find them relatable.

Coupses waits until the door to the rooftop shuts to release your throat, never having put any real pressure.

"Stay on your knees," he demands as he turns his back to you—almost as if telling you you're no longer a threat, which makes your skin rise with irritation. You've foiled his plans several times; he shouldn't be so cocky just because you've failed the last two.

Instead of picking another fight, you look around to see what could help you escape. He didn't frisk you and remove all your weapons, so you know there's a small knife in your right boot. However, getting to it without him noticing will be the tricky part. It's quiet, except for the low buzzing of traffic below. Though just because his back is turned doesn't mean he's not using his other senses to keep track of your movements.

"You ever think of getting rid of that stupid cape?" you ask, shifting your position slightly as if you're getting more comfortable.

Coupses chuckles darkly and leans against the roof's parapet. He crosses his arms, causing the exposed skin of his bicep to show. You force your gaze to stay on his face, even though it wants to wander.

"You first, princess," he replies, smirking.

"Mine's useful, yours is for decoration," you scoff and stretch side to side, emitting a fake yawn.

Coupses pushes off the ledge and kneels in front of you, lifting your chin with the flat end of his blade.

"Don’t be a hero," he sighs as if he's giving you advice. "I don’t want to have to kill you."

"But I will," you state, then quickly roll on your back, rocking to give yourself enough momentum to push your legs outwards and into his chest. He grunts, falling back and releasing his blade.

You roll sideways and stand, hurrying to kick his weapon away. You're lifting your leg to retrieve your knife when Coupses rolls onto all fours, coughing.

Hurriedly, you align the blade against the rope and begin sawing.

"I treated you better than I should have," he snarls and charges at you.

Just as he grabs your shoulders, the rope breaks.

You swiftly slide your arms between your bodies before slamming your elbows on top of his. His grip on you lifts, and in that split second, you twirl and send another harsh kick to his stomach. He stumbles back, coughing and glaring.

You snatch your dual daggers from the ground, which he had tossed earlier.

Spinning them on your fingers, you say, "Maybe you should've taken me to dinner before you tied me up."

Coupses chuckles darkly and retrieves his own daggers. He spins them once to get them in position.

"Why? I would rather skip to the fun part," he jeers before he's coming at you again.

The sound of metal clashing and grunting fills the night. He's a tough opponent to beat, but determination keeps you on your feet. You refuse to let him win for the third time.

When you manage to disarm Coupses, you nearly throw your hands in the air in victory. Although you don't do that, the few seconds of contemplation cost you. Your daggers are yanked from your hands and slide to the floor beside his.

With you unarmed, Coupses twists your wrists behind your back and forces you against the parapet. The parapet comes to your ribs, so it won't be as easy to flip you over it, but you still fear Coupses might keep his threat and do it.

Coupses tangles a hand in your hair and yanks your head sideways so you're looking at him. He brings his face so close that you can see his eyelashes individually.

"You ever tried to fly before, Nyx?" he asks softly, like he isn't holding your life in his hands.

"I'm sure you'd like to see me try, Coupsie," you grit.

Coupses gives you a small smile, showing you his dimples that you rarely see. It's a sight you wish you never saw, because your heart shouldn't have jumped as it did.

Suddenly, Coupses's sight flickers down to your lips. It happens for a second, but it's all you need to change topics.

"You wanna kiss me, pretty boy?" you ask, staring up into his clouded gaze. There's a part of you that wishes he did, because you'd hate to be the only one having these betraying desires.

He chuckles. "Pretty?" he echoes with a smug expression.

"Don't get cocky; I'm just repeating what people say about you," you reply.

"What do you say about me?" he questions, making your brows meet in confusion.

"Shouldn't you already know that?" you ask.

Coupses makes a noise between a scoff and a laugh. He abruptly turns you and cages your body with his. His hands move to rest on the parapet while his hips press into your body.

"Entertain me," he requests.

"I say you're insufferable," you force out. You're playing tug-of-war with your thoughts from having him so close. He's only been this close a couple of times, and each time had your brain short-circuiting. Dammit, you shouldn't get distracted so easily.

He hums for you to keep going, an eyebrow rising in a taunting way that you can't turn down.

"Inconsiderate. Selfish," you continue, fanning the fire in your chest so you remain furious that he has you trapped again.

"Arrogant. Greedy—"

Coupses's mouth slams into yours.

He swallows the yelp that comes from your throat while your hands fly up to his chest in shock. His tongue slides along your lips, asking for entry. Against your better judgment, you part your mouth to let him in as your eyes flutter close.

Coupses's hands move from the parapet to your waist. He rubs your sides so roughly that he starts lifting your top. Suddenly, he pulls away.

"Keep going," he demands, voice deeper with lust. Then, he's ducking his face to your neck and nipping at the skin on your neck.

Your head falls back at an angle to give him better access.

"You're controlling," you say, weaker this time.

A soft moan slips from your lips when he starts sucking.

"A-And untrustworthy," you continue.

Coupses bites down roughly, eliciting a small cry.

"All true," he mumbles against your skin. He licks where he bit, then pulls away and wraps a hand around your throat to keep you still.

"Yet, you want me. Isn't that right, princess?" he taunts, trailing a hand down between your legs to cup your clothed core.

Your eyes widen when his fingers rub your folds. Your body arches into his touch.

"Hm, yeah, that's right." He smirks. "Can feel so right here." His fingers press harder, making your arousal dampen your panties more and soak through your suit.

Needing to gain some dominance, you reach out to palm his crotch. He sucks in a breath when you squeeze his hardening cock through his pants.

"Then the feeling's mutual, baby," you reply smugly.

You're both so caught up with each other that the door opening goes unnoticed until a new voice calls out.

"Boss, all done."

Coupses shifts slightly to cover your body from whoever interrupted and glances back. You're not even sure he knows what he did, but the act doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"I have unfinished business, but I'll meet you back in a few," he replies.

After the door shuts, Coupses turns to you.

"We better hurry if we don't want the others to come back," he explains and starts unbuttoning his pants.

Upon seeing you stay still, he pauses and cocks his head sideways.

"Did you change your mind?" he asks. Although he sounds impartial, you swear there's an abnormal softness to it.

Something strange stirs in your stomach, but you can't decipher it right now. That's something you need to do later.

Instead, you shake your head and reach out to help remove his pants. As you do so, Coupses lifts your chin and connects your mouths again. Although this kiss is gentler than before, it's still fierce and profound.

Coupses reaches down and slides his fingers along the edge of your pants. When he finds no buttons or zippers, he hooks his fingers over the edge and yanks, jerking your body. You gasp into his mouth at his force. He smiles against your mouth and nips at your bottom lip.

Once both your pants are around your ankles, Coupses rubs your clit while you stroke his cock. Moans fall from your mouths as you each pleasure the other, preparing you for what's to come. Coupses rests his forehead against yours, staring down into your eyes.

He reaches lower and inserts a finger in your drenched hole. A curse falls beneath his breath as he pumps it, a little faster than you expected for the first time. However, everything with Coupses feels faster. Rougher. Intense.

Meanwhile, your thumb runs across his tip, gathering his pre-cum to aid in sliding your hand up and down his thick cock. The weight of him in your palm makes your heartbeat speed in anticipation.

Coupses slides in another finger and increases his speed, pumping in and out like he's desperate for you to cum already.

"Coupses," you whimper and wrap your other hand around his wrist. "N-Not yet."

He yanks his hand free, nodding.

"On my cock, yeah? Wanna come on my cock, princess?" he asks hastily, gently removing your hand from his dick.

"Y-Yes," you concur, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Fuck, I want that too," he murmurs and steps closer, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance. You spread your legs as much as you can, but your pants at your ankles limit your range. Coupses glances down and chortles. He begins to crouch to help you step out of them, but you stop him.

"It'll be too hard to remove unless I take off my boots," you explain.

"Then take off your boots," he replies matter-of-factly.

"Not on this rooftop," you scoff. It doesn't matter that you have socks on; the idea still grosses you out.

Coupses laughs and nods. "I've got a solution."

"Yeah? What is—Oh!"

Coupses spins you around, hands on your waist to steady you as you stumble from the abrupt action. He brings his tip to your core again and whispers in your ear, "How's this, baby? You can enjoy the view while I ruin this pussy."

Your eyes widen at his words, yet despite their filth, it still has you clenching around nothing.

You swallow to gather your composure.

"I'd like to see you try, Coupsie," you challenge.

Coupses chuckles lowly and presses the tip against your hole, barely sliding it inside. You bite your lip to conceal any sounds.

"I can put you out of commission for weeks, Nyxie. Do you want to find out if I'm telling the truth?" he asks, slipping out of your hole.

Although you haven't had his cock yet, you know he's not wrong. Just the feel of him in your hand earlier is evidence of his claim. However, you'll never contribute to making his ego bigger, so you scoff and glance back.

"Lots of talk for no action, pretty boy."

Coupses huffs a laugh, smirking. He leans in and brushes his lips against yours.

"When I leave you shaking and begging for my cock again, you'll understand," he says.

"And you'll be begging for this pussy again, so why don't you shut your fucking mouth and—"

Coupses thrusts his hips forward, impaling you on his cock as much as your pussy will take. Your hands shoot up to grab onto the wall while a combination of a yelp and a moan comes from your mouth.

"Look at that," Coupses groans behind you, sliding out slowly before he pushes back in roughly. "Pussy's so tight you can't even take all of me."

You hold back a whine as his cock stretches you beyond what you've ever felt.

"Relax, baby," he coos and circles a hand around your body to rub your clit. Your hips jerk at the sensation. "You can take this cock, can't you?"

Coupses continues thrusting in and out, gradually pushing more of his thick length in your dripping hole. Although you're trying to keep silent, a few whimpers slip past your lips.

"There you go." He hums in satisfaction when his hips finally connect with your ass, fitting his entire cock in your cunt. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest at feeling so full.

Coupses moves his hand from your clit to angle your face to him. His voice is soft when he asks, "How ya' doing? You need me to stop?"

You shake your head quickly. "Please don't."

Coupses chuckles and kisses you roughly, rubbing your hips. Your body sags almost instantly.

"Atta girl," he praises with a smile after he pulls away. Before your thoughts can settle, he slides out until the tip remains, then glides back in.

This time, you let the moan escape into the night.

Coupses repeats his thrusts, picking up speed until he's slamming into you. His skin hits yours roughly and makes your ass bounce. Without warning, Coupses lifts a hand and brings it down on your ass.

You yelp, clutching the parapet harder. Your nails dig into the concrete, but you can't help it. You need to hold onto something.

"Being such a good slut, letting me fuck you out here," Coupses groans behind you, slapping your other ass cheek. He moans louder when you clench your walls around him.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doin' that," he says and smacks your ass once more before gripping your cheeks harshly.

"M-Maybe that's what I w-want," you pant between moans, squeezing around him again.

"Inside you?" he asks, surprise in his voice.

"Yes," you reply.

"Shit," Coupses drawls out. He pulls you from the wall and lifts you in his arms, keeping his cock sheathed inside. You lean back against his chest and hold onto his biceps.

"You're gonna get what you want then, princess," he says before he starts bouncing you on his dick. The new angle has you mewling, throwing your head back. Each glide of his cock against your gummy walls feels heavenly. You can't even comprehend how he's able to make you feel so damn good.

"F-Feels so g-good," you stutter.

"Yeah, you do," he responds. "Pussy's so tight and warm for me. Like you were made for this cock."

You nod and clutch his biceps tighter. He continues lifting you and slamming you back down on his fat cock. Your cunt's squelching is so loud that you want to cover your face in embarrassment, but you don't dare move your hands from his arms.

"Hah, yeah? You agree? Pretty little slut just for me?" he asks.

At this point, you'll agree to anything he says. He's got you so cock-drunk that all you can think about is getting fucked senseless by him.

"Fuck, baby, you're soaking my cock so much," he hisses in your ear, voice gravely. That makes you clench again, pushing more of your arousal down his dick.

Coupses curses and sets you down again. He shoves you against the wall, picking up where he left off and slamming his cock into you.

"Need to feel you cum, princess," he says and starts rubbing your clit in tight, harsh circles.

You cry out, cunt contracting around his dick. Coupses pistons his hips at a brutal pace, making you approach your climax at high speeds. You can't recall the last time you've been fucked this good.

When Coupses slaps and pinches your clit, you come hard, calling out his name with shaking legs.

Coupses isn't far behind. Your pussy is gripping him like a vice, so it's practically milking him.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he groans lowly as his hips stutter. You feel his cock twitch before warmth floods your insides. Coupses continues to slide into you slowly. There's enough cum that it starts seeping from around his cock, making the sight even more erotic.

You both stay still for a minute as you catch your breaths and come down from your highs. You use all your strength to keep yourself upright.

As soon as Coupses start pulling out, your body jolts. He chuckles, apologizes, and continues sliding his cock from your ruined cunt.

You hold back a whimper when he finally slips out. His cum seeps out and drips onto the roof's floor. You watch it splatter, hating how the sight turns you on again. Fuck, you want more.

Coupses removes his hands from your body to begin redressing himself; however, you struggle to find your grounding.

"Whoa," he says with a laugh and hurries to grab your waist again. "You okay?"

Your body begins to melt into his touch despite you wanting it to. "Yeah. I just…"

Slowly, he helps you turn and lean against the wall. He leaves his hands on you, rubbing your hips softly, which is foreign coming from him.

"I know," he replies with a charming, dimpled smile. It's different than the others. Less sinister and mocking. You could get used to seeing it.

"Is this how you got so cocky?" you wonder playfully. "You fuck a lot of women?"

Coupses smirks. "No."

"Really?" you ask incredulously.

"What? You think I fuck any woman who begs for my attention?"

"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of them," you reply with a scoff, averting your gaze. A stupid feeling akin to jealousy pings in your chest. You've never had this feeling before, so you blame it on the post-sex emotions.

"A good amount," he confesses. "But I've only entertained one of them."

"How unfortunate for them," you mutter.

Coupses shrugs. "I'm not sure about that. Do things seem unfortunate for you?"

Your eyes snap back to his, mouth parting in surprise.

"You're not this dense, Nyx." He laughs.

"No, but you're telling me you've only had sex with me?" You find that extremely hard to believe, given how well he treated you.

He shakes his head with another chuckle. "No. I just don't have sex with all the women who throw themselves at my feet."

"Why not? It's easy picking." You're disgusted by the thought, but that doesn't mean he isn't.

"My job makes it hard to do that," he replies. "I'm too busy running things. I'm not just a pretty face, y'know?"

You purse your lips to hide the smile that wants to come forth. Whether it's from the joke he made or from learning he doesn't have sex with a lot of people, you don't know. Though it does make you wonder how he's so experienced. Has he been in love before?

"You okay to stand by yourself now?" he asks.

"Oh, yeah," you mumble, watching as he gradually pulls away.

You turn as you dress, partly to make sure he can't see your expression when you shimmy your tight pants over your stiff legs. There's a slight discomfort between your legs, having been stretched and fucked roughly. His previous words reverberate in your brain, and you mentally curse him for being right. Not only did he ruin you, but you feel as though you might actually beg for his cock again if he requested you to.

Once you're both dressed, Coupses walks around the roof to retrieve your weapons. He hands you yours after he stuffs his in his belt. You mutter a thanks as you put yours away.

"Tonight didn't go as I had planned, but it was better than I had imagined," he says.

"Was it?" You hum.

He nods and steps closer. His voice is lower when he asks, "Was it for you?"

Your gaze moves to his mouth briefly. "Yes."

"Good," he murmurs, then he captures your lips in a deep kiss. Before you cave into his touch, he pulls back and makes way toward the rooftop's door.

"I'll tell you what," Coupses says as he stops in front of the door. "If I beat you next time, you suck my cock; if you beat me next time, I'll eat you out."

You stare in shock, yet your heart flips at the images he's flooded your mind with.

"Are we making this a thing?" you wonder.

"What thing?" he questions.

You shift your weight to one hip. "Having a sexual prize for beating the other."

"No. I can tell you my favorite color." He smiles, winking.

"It's red," you state in monotone. You gesture to his black and red suit like it's an obvious answer.

"How do you know for certain?" he taunts.

"Coupses," you deadpan.

"Fine," he says with a dramatic huff. "I'll give you another name to call me."

"It's not pretty boy, is it?" You smile.

"No. My real name."

"R-Really?" you stutter in surprise, smile dropping. You've been fighting each other for months, but that doesn't mean you're close.

"Beat me next time and find out."

"But we're on opposite sides," you reason, shaking your head.

"You think knowing my name will put you at an advantage?" he scoffs, grinning like he knows something you don't.

Your eyes narrow, and your arms cross. "It could."

"It's going to take more than knowing my name to beat me."

"I could tell the cops," you state.

"And then it'll be your blood on your hands, princess."

"You'll go down eventually."

Coupses smirks. "That depends on who wins next time."

You roll your eyes at his reference and withdraw your grappling gun.

"Goodbye, Coupses," you bid while scaling the parapet. He leans against the door and watches with amusement.

He winks. "Until next time, Nyx."

You shoot your gun towards another building and wait for it to go taunt before leaping off the edge. The wind rushing past helps cool down your warm body as you recall tonight's events.

Maybe you'll regret it in the morning, but for now, you'll live in the moment. After all, it's better if it were a one-time thing.

Falling for the enemy is a recipe for heartbreak.

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