Dakota Does Washington

For the RVB Kink meme- the prompt was: Wash/South hatesex. Domination and/or dirty talk.

Will have more to add soon.
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He groaned as he tried not to clench his teeth in anger and bite off the filter of his cigarette.

“You,” he hissed and a puff of smoke escaped out of his mouth,“how the fuck did you get in here?”

How she got into his room, much less command, he’d never know but what he did know was she wouldn’t be leaving. Not without a body bag. His agitation grew as he absently put his cigarette out on a empty can and dropped it inside with a soft thunk.

Shadows framed her lithe body and cast across her face. His eyes could barely make out her lips arching in a hint of a devious smile.

“Wash,” she said rather pleasantly, “you look like you healed up nicely.”

The words sparked something inside him and he was a blur as he shot off his mattress, his hands ready to wrap around her scrawny neck. With a surprisingly quick movement she pulled a gun on him and he froze mere inches from her.

“On your knees and hands behind your head,” South said slowly and he stood there without moving. His body language clearly daring her to do something. A tight look swept over her and she whipped the gun across his face hard enough to make his head jerk back, “I said on your knees!”

He slowly sunk to his knees. His hands came up behind his head as Washington looked up at her with hateful eyes and a bleeding lower lip. Her free hand grabbed his chin and jerked his head around to examine his face, then trailed up and roughly gripped his messy hair. She leaned forward till their face’s were uncomfortably close.

“Now Wash, is this anyway to treat a guest?” she asked innocently and dug her nails into his scalp. Rage contorted his face causing his skin to take on a more pale shade. A soft laugh tinkled from her lips, “Guess I shouldn’t expect much from someone so mentally damaged…”

His control snapped again and he knocked the gun from her hand. Quick as a shot he grabbed the hand that was gripping his hair and ripped it off. Giving it a violent twist till she screamed. Using his grip on her he pulled her down to the ground with a harsh tug and was on top of her with in moments. He used his hips and legs to lock her lower body into place as he snatched both of her wrists into one hand.

“You fucking bitch,” the snarl was followed by him slamming her head into the ground.

The only sound she made after that was a soft whimper of pain, but for the most part she looked dazed. Her pupils were huge and her eyes were glazed over, but whether it was from a concussion or fear he had no idea.

His body shook from the exertion and adrenalin pumping through him and with each heaving breath he took his body rubbed against hers in an agitating satisfying way. Slowly his head leaned down and he tried to calm his breathing and his fucking hard on. He was just about under control when she shifted under him starting to struggle, a panicked cry escaping her.

“Uh…” he groaned as South’s hips rose against his causing his dick to harden again.

“Stop that,” he pressed down harder to try to stop her from moving.

There was a gasp followed by, “You sick bastard! You’re getting off on this!”

He narrowed his eyes and a manic gleam flashed in them causing her to freeze like an animal in head lights. Lips twitching he crooned out slowly, “I’ll show you sick.”

His free hand searched around the floor of his darkened room, but she just continued to stare up at him nervously. Finally his hand came across a tie and he jerked it back to where he held her wrists together. Comprehension dawned over her but before she had time to try to fight him again he had her bound. Slowly he sat up and straddled her thighs a wicked smile graced his features.

“C-c-can’t we talk about this Wash?” South stuttered out.

“No,” he said in a very sarcastic voice, “ I might be too ‘mentally damaged' to understand, after all I am crazy.”

“I’ll scream,” she threatened, but even to her own ears it sounded weak.

He laughed and leaned in close to her face, “Then I’ll have to gag you. Now shut the fuck up.”

She let out a soft whimper as he trailed his hands down her body studying the angles and curves.

“Almost too skinny for my taste,” he paused to lift her shirt and examine her breasts. They were small put perky, the nipples already taut and hard. He leaned down closely to examine them for a moment. Her nipples were a light shade of pink and just begging for attention. South’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes closed as he brushed against the sensitive skin then proceeded to roll it between thumb and forefinger. The body beneath him arched forward into the touch and he made a small “Hmmm..” sound.

Dakota’s eyes opened when he removed his hand. In the dark she couldn’t make out what he was doing, but the faint sound of a zipper gave her quite a few ideas.

Wash finished unzipping himself and tugged his pants and boxers down enough to free his straining cock. Looking down at Dakota he ran a hand over the length of his shaft and rolled a finger over the weeping head to catch a bead of pre-come. Smirking he brought the finger to her lips and said, “Lick it.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

He grabbed her jaw roughly and forced her mouth open and held it like that.

“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.

South made a choking angry noise but didn’t comply with his demands. His grip on her tightened painfully till she finally stuck out her tongue. He brought his finger back to her.

“Lick it,”

The initial warm wet heat of her tongue against his finger sent a shiver down his spine straight to his dick. He offered her another and she laved the two slowly with her tongue, her teeth lightly grazing the skin.

“Good girl. I think you’ve earned a reward,” the smugness in his voice caused her to glare up at him. Washington let go of her face brought the hand she’d been licking back to his cock and stroked it again, the saliva making his hand glide along the hard flesh with ease.

After a few more pulls he stopped and scooted up till his thighs were on either side of her ribcage, his dick standing at attention precariously close to her face.

“Tell me you want to suck my cock.”

Her body tensed up and her arms jerked, “No.”

He slapped her, “Tell me you want to suck my cock.”

South stared up at him with pleading eyes, “Wash I-”

Another smack.

“I want to suck your dick..” the words were soft and even.

“Tell me how you want to suck my dick,” he pressed.

Her mouth opened for a moment like she was going to curse him again, but some part of her brain seemed to stop her before she could say anything. Eyes blazing with fury she said, “I want to suck you off, run my tongue over you and deep throat you till you come in my face.”

“Now that,” he said as he pressed the head of his shaft to her lips, “sounds like a wonderful idea.”