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You were so fucking small compared to him. Was that what it was? Or was it the simple fact he wasn’t expecting today to go like this. Wasn’t expecting you.
It was supposed to be normal, usual, almost too easy, another group rolling through Ambrose and ripe for the picking, just ready and waiting to be taken out and put to use towards the brothers ultimate goal. They did the usual set up the night previous and the next day you all came into town as you were supposed to, your group split up while looking for him, stupid idea on your parts, but good for him.
You and one of your other friends found him and he was ready to do the usual, have some fun and delve into the dramatics. Not only did it help break up the monotony it also would usually throw off whoever he was talking to, giving him some advantage. You however didn't take the bait. Instead while he was starting up you weren't paying that much serious attention and you cracked a joke to your friend that was so well timed, caught him so off guard, it made him forget himself.
It made him laugh. He actually fucking laughed.
Took him totally by surprise and seemingly surprised you too, looking up at him with that fucking smile.
Well shit, if that wasn’t a massive piss off.
Your friend started rambling on about the car and he knew what he was going to ask so his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than they should have before snapping to your friend. It leads to the three of you going to the shop, talking of a fan belt, him checking to see if he has one in the size you need and on it goes.
He kept finding himself looking at you, unsure of why, something about you just really struck him. He normally didn’t care much for seeing how the groups who would meet their tragic end in Ambrose would interact with each other. Usually people were quiet or off put, clearly nervous or outright rude and demanding. You on the other hand seemed really at ease, unbothered by the situation or car trouble, like you knew it would all seemingly work out. Just laughing and joking with your buddy, enjoying the weather and toddling around the town as he led you around doing the song and dance he’d become accustomed to.
But it does not last.
Soon enough your friend group had discovered what was really going on. There was running, screaming, intense chase and several of your friends biting it until it was you and him.
You had been hiding for a while. Crouched and waiting, listening, trying not to be found, hoping he’d leave you behind and you could find a better spot, get your hands on a weapon or something but unfortunately he was a little too thorough in his search.
He found you. You feel the cool barrel of the shotgun nudge the back of your head and you hear his gruff voice, “Gotcha.”
You let out a humourless laugh. “You sure did.”
And so you wait. Expecting to hear the cock of the pump action, get ready to have your life end in an instant, brains splattered on the road below but thirty seconds pass.
Nothing. A minute passes. Still nothing.
You hear him shift behind you and mutter, “Shit.”
Shit? Why would he say tha-and it clicks in your mind like the trigger of that gun should be right now. It leaves your mouth breathless, another laugh, this one actually full of mirth and amusement, “You can’t do it.”
“What did you jus’ say?” He asked, tone coming across harshly but it doesn’t have the effect on you that he wants it to. You laugh again, turning your head slowly and he says, “Hey! Don’t fuckin’ move!”
You look at him over your shoulder and when your eyes lock with his, the breath catches in his chest. “Why?”
You are smiling now, “You can’t fucking do it.”
“What makes you think that I can’t? I killed all your dumbass little friends-” He starts and you cut him off.
“Cuz if you actually could you wouldn’t have hesitated when I turned my head.” You were getting up now, brushing your knees off, turning to face him head on and his grip was so tight on the gun in his hands his knuckles were white.
“You don’t fuckin’ know me.” He spat and you shrugged, hands resting on your hips. “I don’t have to know you to understand that right now you can’t kill me.”
You continue on, “For some reason you didn’t spill my brains all over the road. But why?” You asked as you looked him up and down, took a step closer that almost made him flinch and as your eyes searched his you figured it out.
“You like me.” You stated confidently.
He hated this. He hated that you were right. He hated that he didn’t want to kill you. Felt stuck, he wanted to yell in frustration, break something, anything. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction, the gun lowers slightly as he says, “Shut the fuck up.”
You laugh louder than any of the times previous. “HA! I’m right! I knew it! You fucking like me!” Your head drops forward, shoulders shuddering slightly as you laugh. The anger inside of him burned brighter, he adjusted the gun, braced it against his shoulder, and kept it trained on you.
“I tol’ you to shut up!” He scolded and your head came back up, your hand brushing some of your hair back as you responded to him.
“No way. This is too funny. Big tough man, almost a full fucking foot bigger than me and weighs God knows how much more and you can’t kill me cuz of what? Some stupid little crush?” Your grin nearly splits your face as you take a step forward, you knock the end of his gun aside, getting it out of the way, allowing you to move even closer.
You were really pissing him off.
You say two words that make him snap.
“How pathetic.” You say it so fucking smugly it has him throwing the gun down and taking a solid stride forward, hands grip you and he pulls you to him, “Do I gotta shut you up myself?”
“Well I’m not planning on shutting up on my own-” The urge takes hold and the need in him overcomes and he leans down and his mouth is on yours. He was intending on taking, on going hard and rough but his lips making contact with yours makes the feeling inside him worse. His knees feel a little weak, what the fuck was the effect you were having on him.
Your hands on his shoulders, learning up and kissing him back, actually returning his affection, humming into it, he could feel how you were smiling, clearly self satisfied on how he was proving you right.
It annoyed him more because fuck, you were getting to him, really, really badly. It makes him move with more purpose, you are on the ground, he is on top of you, one of his legs between yours and he wants to get to you the same way. He wants to make you break. He wants you to get as flustered and worked up as he was, wants you grinding on his thigh, breathless and moaning to him. He wants to touch you, wants to make you feel good, he wants and wants and wants.
His hands weren’t matching his internal monologue any longer. The anger is dissipating the more he kisses and touches you, the more he feels you, mouth dragging down, kisses over your jaw and neck, harsh nips and rough fingers dipping under your clothing. You respond to his touch, arch, your breath quickens, your hand is between his legs and palming him, feeling how hard he is and his hips stutter forward, desperate for more.
You breathe out his name as his hand is in your panties, touching you, fingers dragging up from hole to clit where it pauses to circle around the hypersensitive flesh. You are shockingly wet and it makes him tense further, both from how slick you are and you actually fucking saying his name like this.
He needs this, needs you.
His hand rips out of your panties and he focuses the last bit of that anger on getting your clothing out of the way. Shirt ripped off, shorts and panties discarded and you aren’t fighting at all, you are helping him, freeing him from his clothing too. “Just can’t resist, hmm?”
You say it so perfectly, breathy and sweet as you mock him and shut you up again. His mouth on yours, kissing you hard as he lines up and you arch your hips to give more space and one second he is getting the barest tease of your soaked entrance on his tip and the next he is sliding in deep.
Your hands grip his arms as you gasp, your head falling back, feeling the stretch of him, a little bit painful but so good, filling you so well as you bite your bottom lip. “Mmmf yes-”
You feel incredible. So fucking wet, so hot and tight, clenching around him and the view of you. Half dressed, speared on his thick cock, it does him in. He is hooked. He can’t let you go now. You’ve set up camp inside him in the span of a day and he finally relents, lets go of the anger over it and decides to indulge.
He leans down, you feel his stubble brush the side of your face, the weight of him on top of you feels right. He kisses near your ear as he starts to move. Hips pulling back and moving forward, sliding back in, taking it slow, enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. The pace he sets doesn’t stay easy for long.
Not with how you are panting and moaning in his ear. It feels too good, he is panting along with you, hips slamming into yours harder. You are calling for more and he finally responds to your question. “No.”
“No? No, ahh! No, what?” You ask and he laughs, a small shake of his head, a harder thrust, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he ruts into you. Finally admitting in a shocking moment of honesty for him, “No. I can’t resist you.”
His lips brush the shell of your ear, “In fact…” His whole body covering yours so easily as he asks his own question, uttering it as softly as he was feeling, “Can I keep you?”