#nsftfic

fandom : boyfriend to death (btd)

pairing : strade x reader

warnings : blood, biting, oral, begging, hostage, stockholm syndrome, mind break, sexual themes, female genitalia, probably ooc im bad at this, this is just extremely self indulgent, beta - no proofreading, pls dont shame me

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"Relax, liebling, it's just me."

You were woken up to the feeling of someone's hand on your thigh, and you immediately made a sound of displeasure and fear. It wasn't frequent that Strade would wake you up in such a gentle manner, so you obviously thought there was an intruder in the house.

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking a few times before settling them on the man infront of you, hand still settled on your upper thigh with no sign of moving.

"Ah, Sir. What's going on?"

Strade simply chuckled, sliding his hand up and down on your thigh, warming the area where his skin glided over yours.

"You were shivering in your sleep, love. Shivering and calling out my name like a lost puppy."

He squeezed your thigh tight, pulling a moan from your throat and into the air for him to hear. You couldn't be embarrassed, You were his to use. After being here for almost a year, what else could you do?

"____."

He said your name, calling you from your thoughts.

"We're going to play a game, okay, kumpel?"

You could only nod slowly, eyes locked on his.

"I'm going to tease you, and no matter what you can not cum. If you cum before I allow you to, it's thirteen slashes. Got it?"

You find yourself swallowing down a dry mouth and nodding slowly.

"O-okay. Whatever you .. Whatever you want, Strade."

He lets out a hearty chuckle and his eyes are filled with fire. He's excited for the game.

He slides his hand from your thigh to under your skirt, settled ontop of your panties.

His fingers slowly rub your clit in excruciatingly slow circles as he lowers his head to your neck, his lips latching onto the skin there. Stade sucks and bites at your neck as you slowly become nothing more than a moaning puddle beneath him, your panties soaking underneath his fingers and your breath hot and heavy as it comes out in pants.

He eventually pops off your neck and admires his handiwork, smirking to himself and he stuffs his hand in his pocket, fishing around in there until he finds what he was looking for.

Snatching a knife out from his pocket, he flips it open and holds it against your thigh, not asking for permission to leave a slice in the meat of your leg.

Strade practically moans at the sight of your blood, quickly taking off his shirt and lowering himself to be between your thighs.

He slices your leg about another three times before setting the knife down and focusing on tracing his tongue up and down the deep cuts, sticking his tongue inside sometimes as a little suprise.

You were trembling beneath his fingers, clutching the bedsheets tight as Strade busied himself with slipping your panties down your bloodied thighs, taking your skirt down with them.

"You wear way too much around the house, liebe."

Strade tsked and assisted you in removing your top and bra to leave you naked before his eyes.

He looked much more pleased as soon as you were bare, one hand slipping over your waist to your hip, the other shoving two fingers inside your dripping core with no warning. Your body convulsed and you moaned loudly, both arms shooting up to wrap around his neck, hands threading into his hair and pulling.

"Fuck, Sir! I need you! I need your dick, please, please, please!"

Suddenly your face stung and a loud noise rang through your ears.

"Shut up."

He slapped you. And honestly? You almost came from just that. You loved it when he got rough. He was thrusting two fingers into you at a disgustingly unpredictable pace. You ground down onto his hand, trying ti create more friction, desperate for whatever he could give you.

At this point, you didn't care what Strade would do to you if you lost the game, you just wanted release.

You could hear your voice begging and pleading as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers.

His voice growled into your ear. At first listen it sounded like anger, but you knew him better than that. When that voice is pulled from Strade, that is a sign of pure carnal desire.

"Du blöde Schlampe, ich bring dir was bei."

You could hear his zipper being undone and you were only granted a short second to register the sound before he was thrusting intk you like an animal, without any warning.

He was rough, and sloppy. He smelled like motoroil and carnage. It was all distinctively him and you could feel your arousal flooding as he fucked into you, pulling you closer to release with every thrust and bite.

Eventually he was pounding intoyou at an animalistic pace, all quick slapping sounds and heavy breathing. You were right on the edge and so was he.

He leaned down and kissed you deeply before biting your shoulder and almost tearing a chunk off, blood gushing from the wound.

You spilt the slick from your orgasm around his cock, moaning like a dumb bitch in heat, Strade's seed filling you up at the same time.

He then stood up, slipped himself back into his pants and laid down next to you.

"Shut up and go to sleep, I'm feeling gracious tonight."