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“I’m not sure how— fuck, how ethical this is, Hal.”
“What, using my ring for stuff like this? I’m trying not to think about it, honestly.”
You had been teasing him and flirting back and forth all day during the mission, driving him insane, and now that you’re home? Now that you’re both relaxing your sore muscles in the hot tub of your pricey apartment? Now he gets to bully you relentlessly.
It started pretty unassuming. You ground your foot into the groin of his trunks and talked about how pretty his mouth is when he’s not being obnoxious, and he just sat there and took it with a smile, like he knew something you didn’t. He responded mostly with “yeah?”, “you’re probably right”, and “whatever you say, beautiful” as you dirty-talked him. You were oblivious to the glowing green tentacles creeping towards you under the water until it was too late.
Now, said tentacles have pushed your swimsuit practically off your body with their groping, barely a portion of your body untouched. Two are taking turns thrusting into your hole at a pace that has you breathless. The hot tub’s bubbles lap at your torso, adding another tickling sensation to the sensory overload that’s happening.
“Just enjoying the view, babycakes.” One of Hal’s arms is pointing loosely towards you to maintain the construct, and the other is stretched across the edge of the tub as he relaxes. The construct lifts you out of the water and tilts you, jutting your hips out to his face. “It’s cool because I can kind of see through the tentacles and get a look at what’s going on in there. Real gushy for me, sweetheart. Looks delicious.”
Goosebumps form on your skin, prickled from the chill of the air outside the hot tub’s warmth.
“Back in the water, please, Hal.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He kisses your neck as he complies.
“I need you to fuck me so bad.”
“Ah, ah! That time’s not asking nicely. I don’t think I will.”
A tentacle dives down your throat, shutting up whatever complaint you were about to make. It tastes like nothing, and feels warm and smooth. It’s much thicker and larger than real tentacles have any right to be. Where it should squish between your teeth, it stays unyielding.
“The little gagging noises you’re making are so cute.” Hal flicks your nose affectionately. “I think I’ll keep you like this and make you come a few times. Beautiful and silently trembling through an orgasm. God. You’re gorgeous, doll.”
You whine around the tentacle, tears pricking your eyes involuntarily.
Hal moves wet hair out of your face with his free hand. “Baby, don’t cry. You want me that bad?”
It’s not because of want, it’s from the way he’s overwhelmed you with sensation. Not that you can argue when your mouth is stuffed and tears are now trickling down your cheeks.
“Okay, maybe I’ll give you a break and fuck you like a gentleman. But! You have to come a couple of times first to show me you really mean it when you say you want me. Deal?”
All you can give him are garbled moans. He’s free to interpret that however he wishes.
And he does.
“Glad we agree. Maybe I’ll wring so many out of you that you won’t be able to come when you’re actually on me.” His free hand dips below his swim shorts to touch himself. His tone is almost condescendingly fond. “Yeah, that’d be real cute. You’d be shaking and needy, and your body would want to chase another so badly because it still feels good. But you can’t, so you’ll just cry harder. You’ll hold me tight and beg me for something I can’t give you because your body can’t physically do it anymore.”
He moves forward and kisses you on the forehead. “You should be less adorable. It makes you very vulnerable to torture. I can’t help myself when you’re so pretty when you cry. Is it messed up that I like it so much?”
The tentacle between your legs focuses on a spot that has you squealing through your full mouth, and you feel your first orgasm of the night tear through you.
He hears it through your muffled scream and sees it in the way you’re thrashing against the tentacles restraining you. He strokes a hand down your cheek, swiping up some of the tears covering your face. “See? What’d I say? Gorgeous.”
Hal hums and rakes a hand through your hair. “Check in for me. Three is bad, two taps good, and one is keep going but not so rough.”
You slap your hand against one of the tentacles twice, the sound wet and sharp.
His smile is immediate. “Good. It’s gonna be a long evening. I’ll make sure to buy you dinner and a massage after.”