#barbi

"Get back here! I'm gonna fuck that exit wound!"

Heat and white essence, both combined as a phallus thrusted itself through the calcium ingrained hole in your shoulder; Barbi moaned like a whore above you as one gloved hand gripped your other shoulder with roughness, his other holding his dangling Lupara. His pace wasn't rushed; he was enjoying the tightness of the wound his precious Lupara inflicted upon you. If you looked to your right, you'd see the obscene image of a throbbing cock coated in your gore.

"Fuuuuck yes," Franco shivered with pleasure above you, the warmth of your blood coating his eager cock like a lover's embrace. You looked ahead with disgust, thankful for the antipsychosis meds and their tendency to numb pain as the man did what he wanted with you. Your kneeled position had made your knees ache; he won this little game of cat and mouse.

For now.

"(Mimicking smooches)"

Wetness, plump and cold; Franco's lips were relentless against your cheeks and face overall as his hands held you tightly against him. A man obsessed, he ground his eager cock - confined to his trousers - against your crotch as his lips continued their pursuit.

"Fuckin'loveyou," Franco slurred, his eyes shut and his blonde lashes gracing his cheeks. He hands flew to your face, tight as he laid the final smooch onto your lips.

This wasn't as awful as you were lead to believe.

"Room in here for two?"

The thrusts up into your cunt were rough and hurried as Franco pressed you against the side of the cabinet you hid in moments prior; Jaeger was on your teammate's ass, and your poor companion thought you were off completing objectives.

How wrong he was.

"Be quiet, mommy," Franco hushed, letting a blissed moan rumble through his chest as a free hand moved to squeeze your breast, "don't want the fuckin' entourage to hear us."

"You wanna suck on my pacifier?"

"This isn't what I meant, cara mia," Franco managed to stutter before he let out a whorish moan into the stagnant air; your throat hugged his cock after every eager bob of your head, your nose pressing against his soft, chubby navel with each throat-plundering thrust.

"I- fuck-" He couldn't finish his sentences, bless him, but he did finish with a delicious stream of thick essence, slowly trailing its way down your throat as you swallowed around him.

Once his cock was soft, you popped off of him with an audible "pop!" and smirked up at him, "You're saying that wasn't a euphemism for cock sucking?"

He was too blissed to answer.

"Fuck me? Fuck you... Step on my fuckin' balls, you bitch mother of a whore..."

Franco's cries sounded pained to any ignorant cocksucker in this poor excuse of a city street; however, to you, you knew it was out of pleasure. The way your heel deliciously pressed into his plump sacs, the man was a goner for your touch, no matter how rough or merciless.

"Fuck, stop-" He begged, but you merely smirked down at him, pressing harder. Maybe they'd pop like a grape.

"No. I don't think I will."

And that was that.

"I'm gonna make you kiss that."

"I'm a man of my word sweetness," Franco moaned from his spot on the stage. "I told ya I'd make you kiss whatever it is you damaged with your fuckin' brick throwing."

You looked up at him through your lashes, your lips pressing wet kisses alongside his hardening cock with glee. You removed your lips for a moment to snicker, "What if I WANTED you to do this, hmm? What if I threw the brick on your dick because I-"

"Yeah yeah, I know." He roughly shoved your face against his cock, a meaty vein pressed against your nose as he forced you to smell him. "You can't resist my fuckin' Italiano charm. Nobody can."

"I'm gonna suck the fucking life outta you."

Was it the constant sucking on his pacifier around his neck, or the obscene pieces of human breast stapled to baby bottles that improved his suction? This you questioned as he eagerly took your cock down his throat, his throat squeezing something fierce.

He wasn't quiet, not by any means as he slurped, gagged and moaned around your thick organ; his trousers would surely be dirty as he kneeled on the floor, one hand holding Lupara in a threatening stance - ready to fire at anybody who walked in - and the other holding your thigh.

If there was one thing you both knew, it's that he was a whore for your dick, and this wasn't going to be the last instance of him with your cock making him gag.

"What, you think I can't get it up? Come out, I'll show you."

Shame was not something Franco boasted; his limp cock hung out from the hole of his trousers as he stared at the cabinet you hid within; his tongue licked his lips as his gloved hand moved to stroke the organ to life.

"Come on," he breathed, "Promise ya, I'll give ya the time..." he hissed, feeling his cock harden in his grip, "of ya fuckin' life."

Not even Jesus himself could make you come out of that cabinet.

"You'll know I'm done with you when you're dead and wet."

"Nighty night ya fuckrag," Franco's hand patted your cheek with roughness as your heartbeat slowed; semen leaked from your cunt, your nipples were bloody and your throat had an array of bitemarks, all shapes and sizes. As the alarms went off around you he merely kept watch. You looked...strangely gorgeous under the shitty Murkoff lighting.

Franco merely smirked as the elevators opened, whistling at his dirty work as doctors rolled in a stretcher. Barlow looked at him with disgust, looking at your body with displeasure as the others hesitantly placed your body onto the stretcher, "Really, Mr. Barbi? You couldn't have put her clothes on?"

"Fuck off, nursey." He rolled his eyes before walking off into the docks, most likely wanting to nap once more. Should've never fucked with his product.

"You fuck my product, you fuck me. You wanna fuck me? You wanna see what happens?"

Franco could barely voice his pleasure as his breath was stolen from him; your strap-on rammed into him with a pace that could be compared to a rabbit as you held his face against the table where the bags of coke lay.

Sure, you could've placed them into the cart to be transported back, but this was a sign. Don't fuck with a Reagent on a mission.

"Fuuuuck," Barbi finally moaned out, his cock hard despite his initial displeasure - being dominated in this day and age was the worst shame of all - and he merely gripped the table, moans escaping through his lips. "Mommy, please-" He was cut off, looking up at you from where his face was nearly smushed against the table; tears exited his eyes as he cried out for more, "fill my fuckin' guts!"

You merely laughed and roughened the pace, eager to hear him choke.

If this is what happens when you fuck him, you plan on doing this more often.

"This is what happens when you fuck a Barbi!"

Slap, slap, slap, slap; the poor men that dangled outside had to hear the loud slaps of Franco's testes against your ass, his cock scratching your spongy pleasure spot just right.

Your head was thrown back in pleasure as he growled in bliss; he hadn't had a proper hole in months.

"I know one thing's for sure; you're gonna be doin' this shit more often, eh princess?" He smacked your tit with an amused smirk.

He knew.

"I catch you on that stage, there's gonna be a fucking show."

"More, baby!" Franco called from the audience, his pace on his cock growing faster as he watched your tits nearly pop from the lacey bra he forced you to put on. "Fuck yeah- give the DA a goddamn glimpse into Heaven, why don't ya?!"

Franco whistled, his eagerness growing as the DA groaned in displeasure; he wasn't a fan of having your ass pressing against him.

"Don't forget, babygirl; I'm next."

"Just give me a second, baby, I can go again."

Boredom. A killer of moods.

You leaned against a vehicle with a bored expression as you watched Franco pant like a dog; nude save for his coat, his cock lay limp between his legs, cum dripping from him as the remnants of his high came down. What didn't enter you was being sprayed onto the road below, his face one of bliss.

"Just-" He licked his lips, looking to you with a goofy smile. "Just give me...a breather. Fuck, that cunt knocked me on my ass-"

He huffed a laugh, before he laid back against one of the many televisions within the environment.

Welp. Guess that's a sign you got shit to do.

Somehow your last trial didn’t go as planned, and instead of making it out yourself you pushed your accompanying reagent towards the shuttle, putting yourself between them and Franco. And that’s how you ended up stuck with him.

Maybe it was wrong of you, but when you rolled over and looked at Franco’s sleeping form, the pacifier hanging from his lips lazily, you couldn’t help the idea that popped into your head. Maybe it was vengeance on all the times a teeth bullet from Lupara had just barely grazed your flesh, or maybe because of all the insults that bordered on kinky threats. His room was dimly lit but you were able to still see enough in his makeshift living space to spot the various sex toys he kept around.

Slowly and gently you ease yourself out of his hold, his arm having been wrapped around your torso while he snuggled up like an infant. You quietly step over the various garbage and broken glass on the floor towards one of the shelves, plucking one of the multiple silicone toys from it. With no harness, you slip your belt out of the loops of your pants to make a makeshift one.

Easing your pants and panties down you fasten the makeshift harness to yourself before reaching to undo the fastenings on his own belt and pants. “Mmph?” He mumbles incoherently, still half asleep.

“You need a mommy? I’ll show you.” You grit out as you attempt to situate him on his front. You spit onto the shaft of the toy and stroke it to lubricate it just enough so that it still hurt.

Franco was still out of it, trying to figure out what was going on in his half conscious state. “Hmph? ..what’s-..”

Your hands come down to his exposed ass, pulling his cheeks apart enough to see his puckered hole, spitting a glob onto it. “Gonna put you in your place, bambino.” You practically spit the name.

With no warning you thrust your hips forward, forcing the slicked toy into his unprepared hole. Franco jolts, fully awake now. “A-ah shit. What-..what’re ya..doin ta me?” Still a little disoriented, his nails dig into the fabric of his stained comforter but making no attempt to get away as your hips steadily rock into him.

“Giving you what you need bambino.”

He lets out a growl “Don’t call me bambino.”

You bring a hand down swatting his ass, earning a yelp from him. “I’ll do what I want when I have you like this.”

He whimpers as you angle your hips to stroke deeper, “D-did’t know..mm..you had th-this side to ya sweetness.”

You smack his ass again, harder this time. “Just say thank you like a good boy.”

It’s like a dam burst and his usual cockiness is gone instantly. “Thank you. T-thank you mommy. I can be..ya good boy.” He babbles repeatedly as he pushes further back to meet your thrusts. You can hear him sniffling as your hips snap into him, relentlessly battering into him. “I-..’m not crying. That’s just what my eyes do.” He tries to play it off.

“It’s okay,” you coo with mock sweetness, “cry for mommy like the little bitch you are.”

He lets out a loud whine, his cock aching and the tip drooling against the covers. You reach a hand around, taking him into your hand and pumping in tandem with your thrusts. The noises he makes are unlike any you’ve ever heard before. What started as a way to get him back for all the torture he’s put you through, suddenly is becoming more than just sadistically fulfilling and now turning you on.

You feel his cock twitch in your hand before he cums down it. You bury the silicone dick all the way to the base in his ass, keeping him nice and full as he rides out his orgasm. His moans are loud and borderline pathetic, broken “thank you’s” and “mommy’s” tumbling out.

Once he’s started to come down you ease out of his ass, enjoying the sight of the way you left him.

His breathing is still a little heavy as he curls back into your side when you’ve redressed “Next time,” he says around the pacifier he’s tucked snuggly back into his mouth, “you’re gonna have to let me suck on ya tits.”