A Beautiful Façade┃Reiner X Reader

Chapter 7: His Submissive

Days pass by one after the other as you and Reiner begin to adapt to a schedule. On Monday, you bring a spare change of clothes to work and once over, sneak off to his apartment. On Tuesday, he does the same, repeating endlessly as the both of you begin collecting each others' wardrobes. An odd relationship to say the least, not to mention the creative ways you two have gotten over the 'no pussy' rule. It's definitely been a whirlwind of a week.

It's 10:00am on a Saturday as the both of you are in Reiner's apartment, processing the wild night previous. It was your first experience with edging, and one that you won't be soon forgetting. By the end, you enjoyed some very tame sex as a reward for the hour-long torture before it, a practice that barely hurt at all.

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, you calmly flip through a newspaper while Reiner has his back facing you. Admittedly, your gaze drifts up from the ink more than once as his shirtless build is distracting to say the least. With tight shoulder blades that flinch and squeeze with each movement to his arms; forearms that flex despite the action he takes, the blonde hair illuminated by light... you salivate from the sight alone.

He stands a metre in front of you, stationed in front of a closet that's been swung open. Clothes and hangers neatly press together, each with their own, uniquely bland colour scheme. Pulling out a sage green shirt, he abruptly moves back around, facing you yet again. It takes effort to quickly avert your eyes from him.

His gaze falls upon you. "Did you-?"

"Fuck off."

"What?" Reiner replies, as if caught-off-guard. "I was going to ask, did you enjoy the edging yesterday?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah," you remark calmly, looking up at him. "I think I'm almost better, actually."

"Not sore from last night?"

"No, actually." Shrugging you add, "probably another day or two and I'll be cool with another... y'know... intense time."

"Alright." Reiner pauses for a moment to put on his shirt. The silence comes as unexpectedly deafening, as there's a level of tension in the air that you can physically feel; until he says a sudden statement, "I want to label this."

You give him a confused, "what? Label what?"

"Us." He asks with the slightest bit of uncertainty, "what... are we?"

"Two morons looking for sex."

Sighing, he continues, "we were never a one-night stand, were we? Your statement describes something casual and effortless, but... this sneaking around, testing our reputations for consistent hook-ups, isn't casual. It's formulaic, if anything." His eyes find yours when he turns his head, giving you an expression of assertive control. He seems so seriously invested in this topic, one that you never truly spared a thought for. "Tell me now, honestly, do you want to sleep with me again?"

You break the eye-contact and look down at your hands instead. His gaze alongside the direct question seems to cut you like a knife, it's all so powerfully sharp.

"Yes," you say. "Why are you asking, anyway? Are you trying to say we should date? Because I think I'd rather die."

"I'm talking about a D/S type of relationship."

You look up. "Eh? The hell is that?"

"Dominant and submissive, you can work it out," Reiner answers flatly. "Basically, we discuss everything we want to do while sleeping together so the whole 'inflicting pain onto another person for enjoyment' situation doesn't go south." He stares you square in the eyes, face showing an expression of both blank disinterest and irritation. It's enough to make your skin feel hot wherever his gaze travels. "I understand you hate me but if we want to do that type of sex again... we need rules in place. Do agree to be my submissive?"