Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sal x Reader (pt.12)

"Are you sure you didn't say anything?" Larry asked suspiciously. 

"Yeah, you sure?" Sally Face chimed in.

"I am. The real question is if you have something to say, Sally Face," I scowled. 

"Hmm. Yeah, I do. Y/n's neck was bleeding 'cause I bit them, and they got flustered when I li-"

"STOP!!" I shrieked and clapped a hand over his mouth. "I MEANT AN APOLOGY!"

"HAHAHA HE LICKED YOU?!" Larry howled with laughter. 

"YEAH, BUT NOT LIKE-"

"Hello, children. Tea?" Mr. Addison interrupted. 

"Uhh no thanks. Have a good day, Addison," Larry choked out through a fit of laughter. 

"I wish there was a staircase I could push you down," I hissed.

"I bet you wish there was a private- HEY!" 

Larry was cut off by Sal yanking me by the arm towards the elevator and away from him. Good, now I don't need a comeback or an excuse to leave. 

"You can let let go, now," I told Sal as the elevator doors closed.

He said nothing and kept looking straight ahead, still holding onto my wrist tightly. I started to get nervous when he pulled me to his apartment's door and unlocked it wordlessly. He then dragged me into his room and closed the door behind us after dropping his backpack on the floor. He didn't bother being gentle with his backpack or me.

"Wha-"

"Drop your bag," he said finally, releasing his grip. I did as he told me to, still confused as ever. "Good. Now come here and cuddle with me," he sat down on his bed and motioned for me to come.

"Okay," I said and sat next to him and held out my arms.

"No, closer."

I scooted closer.

"Closer."

"Sal-"

He lifted me into his lap and looked me dead in the eyes. I felt the blood returning to my face.

"When I tell you to something, you listen to me. Okay?"

I nodded and averted my gaze. Damn. He held my thighs tightly so I couldn't get up and kissed the top of my head after removing his prosthetic. I rested my head on his chest with a sigh as I took in his scent.

"You listen really well, don't you?" Sal teased.

I groaned into his shirt in response. He laughed and moved one hand to rub my back. At least it means I don't get in trouble with adults that often, unlike some of us. I finally relaxed my posture and fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt. I knew my boyfriend was smiling without looking up. He kissed the top of my right ear, causing me to fidget more.

"I love finding out what makes you nervous," he whispered. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine and I stopped messing with his shirt and just held it tightly instead. He let out a soft, breathy laugh and lowered his lips to nibble and suck at my neck. I whimpered softly and let go of the cloth to clutch his sheets instead- something he can't feel.

"You're so sensitive..." Sal mumbled against my skin.

"So stop," I tried to sound assertive, but of course, I failed miserably.

"That only makes me want to keep going even more," he continued sucking on my neck.

I let out a whine and struggled to break free, but the blue-eyed boy only continued to hold my thigh in place with one hand and both my wrists with the other. I let out another whimper, louder this time. Sal took this as encouragement and sucked harder, in addition to leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline. Then he let go of me and lifted up the bottom of my sweater slightly, as if asking for permission. I hesitated, then nodded.