𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗🍋

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You're awoken by the bedroom door flying open, jumping as Hank stomps in, the floor shaking with each step he took. He threw his glasses and mask off as he slammed his forehead against the wall, hands clenched together in a fist as he mumbled to himself. His breathing was erratic and loud, he was sweating bullets from the moment he entered the room. He look distressed, nervous.

"Hank?" You used your tongue to push your ball gag just forward enough to get a word out, your tongue slipping and forcing it back down your throat, an involuntary gag coming from you. Hank jumped as he jerked his head towards you, his eyes wide and crazed as his gaze bored into you. It made you nervous. He came over to you and pulled gripping onto the back of your hair, pulling on it so you looked up. It stung, made you close an eye and wince. You felt his palm muscles move as he worked his fingers, soon the straps of the gag falling to the sides of your mouth. You looked down and relaxed your jaw, the gag slipping out of your mouth onto the floor.

"What's going on you look paranoid about something." You looked back up at Hank, his expression curled into one of distaste and distress. His hands softened their grip, slowly setting your chair back on all four legs.

"What's wrong?" Your breath hitched as he fell to the floor, hand entangled with his short black hair. He looked back up at you with wide eyes, your face once again feeling just the slightest bit warmer. Everything stayed still for just a slight moment, before he jerked himself forward, cupping the sides of your face as he connects your lips together.

You gasp in suprise, eyes squeezing closed as Hank loomed over you, seeming so powerful and imperceptibly dominate. Your mind and heart were running at manic paces, blush spreading from your face to your ears and neck. He was hot yeah but you weren't expecting anything like this, anything like him reciprocating. You didn't even know your feelings for him entirely yet.

"H-Hank?! What are you doing?" You shake your head as Hank pulls away, covering the lower half of his face and sitting back down on the floor. If he couldn't see your flustered state, he could certainly tell from your shaky voice and body heat.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what's happening to me recently." He sighed and looked to the side, putting his head between his knees as to hide from you. His breathing was audible, giving you yet another hint as to the context of his behavior. You were starting to gather an idea as to what was going on.

"Tell me about it, I can help." You leaned forward, using your feet to prevent you from tipping the chair over. He looks up, eyes peeking through his hair, gleaming like he wanted to kill you. Eat you whole.

"...why should I? How would you know how to fucking help." His words were practically spat out at you as he stood up, having more dominance over you as you sat helpless beneath him. But, underneath that dominant facade, was a trembling guy who was terrified. Slightly confused, and ever growing into a horny one. It made you feel incredibly smug.

"Because I know what's happening to you. So explain to me what's going on." You leaned your body up, giving him a smug smirk as he knew that you'd seen right through him, frozen like a deer in head lights.

"Hank." You gave him a stern tone, eyeing the knife that never left his side. His gaze followed yours, and you struggled with your bindings to give him a message. Luckily, his foggy mind was clean enough to get what you were asking, and immediately complied. Getting down on one knee and reaching around you to cut the rope that left you bound to the chair, although he made it so that his cheek was pressed up against your stomach unneeded.

When you felt the fibers of rope relieve pressure and drop to the floor, you let out a sigh of relief, stretching your arms and rubbing your wrists, examining the indents and intricate patterns it left beautifully.

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