Just A 'Coincidence' (Madness combat X reader)

"Obey Me" [Phobos]

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Prompt line: "Get on your fucking knees, under your god"

You struggled against Phobos' gloved hand pinning your wrists above your head, his half-lidded eye looking down at you with a devious toothy smirk spread across his features. His body trapped yours; hips against hips. You averted your gaze, embarrassed of how close your God Emperor was to you.

"Look at me, weakling." He demanded, grabbing your chin with his free hand, forcing you to lock eyes. "You will obey me. You were made to do so, and I will not hesitate to end your pathetic little life." He snarled, forcing your mouth open with the hand that held your chin and pressed your tongue down, saliva dripping out of your mouth and down the length of his hand.

He laughed at the sight of you and moved his fingers farther down your throat. "Suck on my fingers, mortal." He growled at you. Not wanting to push your luck with him, you did as he ordered. His bellowing laugh echoes through his office when he hears a whine escape your lips as he removes his spit coated fingers from your mouth.

Phobos lets go of you for a moment before forcing you to the ground. "Get on your fucking knees, under your God." You tilted your head and gave him a reluctant gaze, and in return he smirked so wide it appeared to split his face in two. You sighed under your breath, realizing the large difference between your heights became more apparent as he loomed over you with an impatient eye.

His hands reached down and moved his jacket to the side, exposing his pants and the noticeable bulge within them. "Now, no biting, or else my sword might have a turn with you." Phobos purred as he unbuckled his belt, lowering his slacks until his cock springs free from its confinement. He tapped your chin with his cock as a silent command to open up.

Examining it as well as you could, you swallowed in nervous anticipation. The one thing that stood out the most was the multiple silver piercings that resembled a ladder under his shaft. He firmly gripped a chunk of your hair in his hand as he pressed the crown of his cock against your lips. "Suck it." He growled.

You tentatively opened your mouth, but before you could do anything he forced your head down to the base. You tried to pull away to catch your breath, but he held a firm grip on you. "Don't you dare fucking pull away sweetheart..." He murmured and began thrusting into your mouth.

His piercings rubbed against your tongue; while making it feel cold, they kept your teeth away to avoid the chance of abrading him as he used your mouth as his personal toy. "Fuck, mortal, maybe I should use you like this all the time!" He hisses as he places his other hand against the wall behind you.

You tried not to gag with extreme difficulty as he fucked your mouth at a brutal pace, letting out slight laughs in-between moans as you attempt to stifle the sounds of your choking. His thrusting got sloppier in its rhythm as his legs shook and his grip on your hair tightened. "Swallow every drop, m-mortal!" He rasped and let out a low groan as he released, snickering when you let out a muffled "mmh!" of surprise as you felt his essence ooze down your throat.

When he pulled away you dropped to the floor, finally getting the fresh breath of air you'd been craving.

"All tuckered out, hm? We're not done yet, mortal." He teased as he wrapped his hands around your throat.