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The Undersiders stumbled into the loft, tired and hurting. It had been a shitshow of a job. Grue's darkness hadn't spread far enough, Lisa missed a key detail that could have altered the entire outcome of the job, Rachel had tripped an alarm unnecessarily and Regent… Regent had been unapolagetically uncooperative.
Every cue had been missed, every order had a comeback. When Skitter told him to trip the guards, he'd only tripped one. When Skitter had him on lookout, he'd daydreamed, letting three security personell find them long before they were supposed to.
If one of them had fired, if one of them took action before Skitter had, then they would be dragging home a corpse right now.
Lisa dropped onto the couch and began peeling her suit off, Rachel disappeared into her room. Brian found his way into the bathroom to fresehen up.
Unsurprisingly, Regent decided that the kitchen was the most vital location for him to be right now.
"Regent." Skitter ordered "Come join me in your room." She said through the slight muffle of the mask. Her tone cutting through the air and balancing the muffle with complete and absolute attention from her teammates.
Regent, who had removed his mask paused "sure, boss" he eventually responded, coy. Tossing the piece onto the counter, he then shot a wink to Lisa who noticeably, did not have the same degree of levity as him.
Once the two criminals were in the room and Skitter had shut the door, the nerve master turned around and looked her up and down. An exaggerated expression that he no doubt thought was funny.
"So what'd you want with me? Finally found me pretty enough to join your harem alongside Tats and Rach?" He touched a finger to his lips and batted his eyelashes "I wouldn't protest."
He couldn't see her nonreaction through the mask but she'd kept her body still "care to explain your performance today?" Ice slid from her tongue.
Regent at least had the self awareness to let the smile falter. It didn't last long before he plastered it back on though, even thicker than before "Sorry, boss, I just didn't have it in me today."
"Try again."
Regent furrowed his brow like he hadn't expect the response. As though an answer such as his would let him off the hook.
"Well-" he started. Skitter didn't plan on letting him finish.
"You nearly died today. I don't know if you realised that."
"Sure, just like every other-"
"Let me finish." The boy obeyed her. A small flicker of satisfaction ran through her chest. So it wasn't as though he didn't know what she was saying. He just chose to ignore her. The satisfaction evaporated and all that remained was simmering frustration "You almost died. You didn't, because I ensured that you didn't. I kept you alive today. The only reason you're still standing here is because, despite your efforts to get yourself killed, I still need you."
She analysed him, taking into account every detail, every crease and stain and tear on his costume which he had failed to remove yet.
"Your costume is damaged, take it off" Lisa would need to get it repaired. She had the necessary contacts where Skitter did not.
Regent's smile only grew "my my… well, if you insist" she ignored his provocation.
Slowly he brought his hands to his sides, his arms crossing in the middle so that he could bring his shirt over his head in one quick motion. But he instead, he took his time.
His hip jutted out as he gently raised slender arms, exposing the pale skin of his stomach. He turned so that he was facing away from her, revealing the soft curve of his back. Higher and higher his arms raised and soon Skitter found herself observing delicate features that, on a girl, would have her green with envy.
It was infuriating just how accurate the descriptor of "pretty" was when it came to her teammate. Another frustration to add to the list.
To the side he discarded the shirt and began working on the pants. From the corner of his eye, she watched her expressions. But still, they were hidden behind her mask. An impassive observer from which he would gain no satisfaction.
Now, standing in the center of the room was her partially nude teammate. While technically she wasn't 'dating' him, they shared romantic interests in others. He was more of Lisa and Brian's than hers. It was an arrangement that she had no opinion on. Regent was simply a background figure. An installation in the furniture, a distraction in the background.
He certainly was attractive to some demographics. It didn't surprise her that Lisa and Brian had found something they liked in him. But Skitter had found him more of a nuisance than she could simply look past.
So many times she'd just wanted to wring his neck, to put him in his place. He was a background detail, playing videogames on the couch. His value came from what he could do as a parahuman, but when he jeopardised that, her bandwidth for tolerance became exceptionally small.
Regent's eyes flicked down, no longer looking at her mask but rather her hips. It was… violating. He couldn't follow simple orders that would keep himself and her teammates alive but he could find the mental capacity to analyse her.
"Wow, Boss… I didn't know you felt about me that way" a giggle left his throat. It was only at that point that she'd noticed a certain pressure between her legs, something straining to get free.
Embarrassement flooded her but it was Regent who pushed it further. He closed the distance, a peculiar look in his eyes and a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. He spoke in a low tone, something breathy that only she could hear.
"You don't mind if I help you with that, do you?"
Silently, Skitter reached behind her and locked the door. She just needed him to shut up.
He reached down and-
Her hand shot out, fingers wrapped around his petite neck. A fragile, breakable part of his body. She pushed him onto the bed, bringing her every frustration to the surface with him.
Nothing but grief, and frustration and dissatisfaction.
"hurt me- Mommy."
She grit her teeth and flipped him over, tearing what remained off.
"This is what you want right?" She bit out, not letting him answer. She'd get her satisfaction from him.
She shoved his face into the duvet, holding his neck down with all of her pent up anger channelled but not hard enough that he couldn't turn his head. He'd seen this before, it was all too familiar to him. He saw what was coming next, so naturally, he reached over to his nightstand for the lube in his drawer but found that it was already open, the bottle in Taylor's hand.
But it didn't come immediately. Behind him was rustling as she stripped the costume off of her, freeing the heat between her legs and revealing the rest of herself. For a brief moment the pressure relented on his back and he could crane his neck far enough to see what his elusive teammate finally looked like without all the fabric.
But only a glimpse of the mask made it to his gaze before a hand pushed down, fingers curled around his face and exerted pressure again. Twice as hard this time. It hurt and he couldn't say it hurt good.
A cold, lubricated finger slid between his legs, a familiar gentle burn accompanying it. His insides chilled as she rubbed it around, then a second finger joined, stretching him open impatiently. Nothing he wasn't used to, but there was a small pit opening in the part of his chest where Taylor and him were friends.
She extracted her fingers and instead of a third joining, she pushed her entire mass into him. It wasn't massive, certainly not the biggest he'd taken but there was so much force behind it that it knocked his breath out of his lungs. Silent anger that radiated from behind that pumped in and out of him. His hole stretching and dragging along her shaft as she plunged his depth again and again.
It was normal.
It was normal, he knew that. She was his superior. She got to control him. It was her pleasure. She'd stop when she'd filled him up or let loose in his mouth or whatever it took to get her to finish.
For a moment he was in Canada, lanky muscular physique towering over him rocking back and forth. His grunt moved in sync with hers.
He caught sight of the headboard, a blue pillowed one with buttons sewn in to create even stuffing and texture that he'd gotten with Lisa. It wasn't the wooden one he'd been used to at all. It was Taylor who slammed into him. Her length that filled him up. It was her who trailed over his button and who sent tiny sparts of pleasure as she grinded along his inner walls. Her hips slapped his and she let out a quiet exhale, something entirely less satisfying to listen to than a grunt.
At least a grunt would let him know they were putting in effort to fuck him. Or that he felt good to them at all. But there was nothing from Taylor but the regular pattern of breathing like it was nothing out of the ordinary for her. Sure, this might've been mundane for him but it wasn't supposed to be.
Experimentally he tapped into her nerves at risk of her noticing. Just to figure out if she was feeling anything at all and all of a sudden he was hit by a wave of pleasure. Some physical but others entirely emotional. The excitement of the power and the fury with himself.
He was hers to punish.
She just wanted to hurt him.
Taylor grabbed his hair, slender fingers through his curls and lifted whilst leaning back. His entire upper body hanging by the waves of pain and satisfaction that flowed down his scalp into his neck and chest.
"Stay out" she growled, leaning forward and forcing his face back into the covers, delivering new and uncomfortable colours of sensation. And he drank it all up, every last drop of experience that she offered him.
As he had before.
The lube inside him that she rubbed along herself began to dry and the somewhat easy sliding inside that she'd enjoyed before was replaced with firey traction. He hissed but she didn't slow down.
She wanted to hurt him, remember.
Again and again, her length pumped through him, tugging on the soft and softer flesh he kept hidden but showed too often to others.
But eventually her thrusts became uneven and slow. A breath of relief left him as he anticipated the climax. But she didn't cum inside.
Instead she stopped and pulled out, grabbing onto his shoulders and flipping him onto his back, where he came face to face with the yellow lenses and black mandibles of Skitter.
Taylor reached up and pulled the mask off of her face and tossed it aside, letting it clatter to the floor while she panted, her face inches from the boy beneath her.
The anger of earlier beginning to calm down, cooling into regular arousal. She wasn't done, but she had more to do that just thrust.
Pink lips glistened on his face, an eye half closed, sporting delicate lashes while the other fixated on her own features.
She knew what he saw, but his expression suggested the opposite. Without thinking she ducked down and kissed him, pressing her lips to his, mixing saliva and breath. She opened her mouth to fill her lungs with air when he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her back towards him.
Taylor cradled his head in her arms, curling fingers in his hair, feeling the soft and silky texture between her digits. She seperated strands from their clusters and studied it with her fingertips.
"Put-" he huffed, out of breath "put it back in" the nerve master had a whine in his voice that Taylor had never heard seriously before.
Not responding and unwilling to break the mood she lifted herself up and guided her lenth back in. A squeaky and drawn out moan left Alec's mouth and then she saw him for what he was.
Lying on his back, completely naked, steadily hardening cock on his stomach and his arms splayed out relaxed. He was beautiful with the halo of black hair around his head.
Then, like a feral animal, she began bucking her hips. Forcing herself inside again, only this time she paid attention to the sounds her partner made. She listened to the tone of his grunts and moans, finding a spot where he made that sweet, sweet sound and rubbing herself as hard as she could against it.
She trailed her fingers down his stomach to his cock and stroked, feeling it expand to its full length in her hand, delighting in its twitching and throbbing.
"Fuck- fuck- Tay-" he whined, his voice a squeak on his breath "I'm gonna- I'm close."
Taylor hadn't bothered to update him, she only shifted herself over him, kissing his neck and collarbone. Leaving a line of would-be hickies on his chest, and to his small and soft nipple.
She found herself having to hold back from releasing inside of him yet still frantically rubbing back and forth.
"I'm about to-" he whispered into her hair, her mouth now wrapped around his nipple. She gently bit down "FUCK!" It came out a scream, painting his stomach and her chest.
At the same time, her self control failed and she let go, releasing a stream of milky fluid inside him, her cock jumping inside while she finished the last few pumps and then eventually collapsing next to him, her cock trailing out of him and leaving Alec gaping, his hole trying to close but lacking the strength to do so, a small pool of cum inside.
"That was good" The older girl tucked her nose into his hair and draped an arm over him "should we clean up?"
The boy just hummed "later."