#hand cuffs

Maybe when behind the back, or in front. Above the head.

Those little stretches of the fingers as if the hands are rebelling their inability to move but can do nothing.

And time goes on until they do it again.

✮ Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader ✮ Word Count: 699 ✮ masterlist ✮

“Just tell me the truth, doll.”

His cologne fills up your nostrils, as he scoots closer to you on his chair. His emerald eyes roam upon your face, yearning for an answer. 

Your lips are slightly parted as you gaze at him. Mute as a jellyfish. 

He tsks, as his monolithic soft and tender hand cups your face. You almost lean into his touch, as your face seems like a perfect fit cupped in his hand. 

“I won’t be mad.” He coos, as his eyes study your every reaction. Your eyes falter to the ground. How do you tell him? How can you say the horrid truth?

His thumbs loiters around your face, as it brushes against your soft lip. He drags his thumb down, towards your chin, causing your lip to snag onto his thumb exposing the lower gum line of your teeth and the pink moist flesh of your inner mouth. His eyes dart to your glistening mouth, as his thumb presses your lower lip to fold upon your chin. His thumb slowly moves up, allowing your lower lip to slowly move to its natural position with his permission. 

His chest heaves up and down, as his voice is as gentle as grass flowing in the wind, “I’m being nice to you. Don’t I deserve a response from you?” His voice is soft, and rich with empathy. Yet, he has no empathy.

You suck in a breath, and he knows. He can probably smell the coffee lingering in your breath due to how close you both are. 

“No?” His thumb stops brushing against your lower lip and fiddling around with it, “You won’t talk?” He tightens the grip on your face, as his four large fingers squeeze your left cheek, and his thumbs squeezes your right cheek. Your lips begin to pucker out as he intensifies his grip. 

You innocently bat your eyelashes as you peer up to him. A man with his jaw ever so slightly clenched. 

“Don’t make me do this the hard way.” He huffs out, as he is growing more and more impatient by the second. However, you in a way are growing more and more impatient too. He wants one thing, you want something else. 

“Come one, doll, don’t make me hurt you.” He coos, pouting his thick lips slightly that miraculously makes him look more masculine. 

You flutter your eye lashes shut, as the gears in your brain begin working (or does it stop working?).

“No, no, no” Soldier Boy tsks once more, “You have to look at me.” He brings your face closer to his, just by moving the hand that grips your face. 

Your eyes open once more to breathe in the view of the man with a nose so sharp you would ride a knife to imitate its sharpness. You clench your thighs, as you creep your face closer to him. His hand that holds your face moves along the unbidden movement. Soldier Boy furrows his eyebrows. 

You get so close to him, your lips are millimeters away. One sudden movement, your lips would brush each other. You gently gaze up at him, as you can feel his breath fly upon your lips and your nose. The moment you blink, the next thing you know, his pillow soft lips are embracing your own lips. 

You instantly part your lips, allowing his skilled tongue to dominate. You tug the chains you are cuffed in, as Soldier Boy slides you onto his lap with his spare arm. You moan, due to the friction of the movement teasing your core. 

Breathless, you both break the kiss. Gently huffing for air, as both your chest move up and down the same way as you both have cardiac physiological synchrony. 

You look at him woefully, because deep down you know this is your first and last kiss. You move your head, heading to his ear. The knuckles of his hand that continues to tightly grip your face brushes against his cheek, as you place your lips as close to his ear as possible. 

“I killed him.” You softly sussurate, as you can feel Soldier Boy’s whole body becoming tense, “I killed your son.”

Authors note: Wtf just possessed me? I was trying to finish a chapter of a fic totally unrelated to this and this is the outcome. I blame and thank those Jensen Ackles daddy’s best friend tiktoks.

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