A Beautiful Façade┃Reiner X Reader

Chapter 11: The Entitled Egotist

The dinner goes on and you banter back and forth about random topics until each meal is finished. Despite the awfully monotonous conversation, Reiner was anything but calm. The expression he sparked was inexplicably stern and you couldn't help but notice him glaring at you in absolute anger. Admittedly, it was a turn-on.

"Are you done?" asks Reiner. He stands up from his seat with a bowl in his hands.

"Yeah," you pass your empty bowl to him and he takes it in his free hand.

He turns his back to you and steps away. The dishes clunk into he kitchen sink; it's half-full with water already.

"How was it?" he asks, voice climbing over the sound of water swooshing around.

"Not repulsive," you stand up from your seat as well. "If I don't throw up in my mouth, I'll give it a gold star."

"Good, now a non-bitchy answer?"

"Non-bitchy, huh? Really limiting my options here, asshole," you say slyly. "Fine, it tasted great. Happy?"

His response is dry. "Very."

Reiner turns away from the sink and faces you, staring at you with heat in his expression. He cups your face as he had earlier, pulling you in to meet his gaze. You gulp, mouth suddenly watery.

"Now, that's all done... I think I've been patient tonight," he says, brushing his hand against you in a teasing stroke. "Trying not to bend you over the table and face fuck you until you start crying. Yeah, I've been pretty amazing."

You mutter inaudibly as you get lost in his eyes. Dammit, if he wasn't so perfect, this would be easier.

"Haven't I?" he says.

"Mhm," you mumble.

"Now Y/N, I would like to show you just what living here is going to... be like. Tell me yes."

You try to dial down your enthusiasm by nodding. "Yes."

In a sudden, crazed moment, he pulls his arms around your back and lifts you up. In reaction, you cross your legs around him, thighs squeezing against him to find some type of security. With this hold, he backs you on top of the kitchen counter, letting you down on the high surface.

"Spread your legs," he says.

You don't comply, not because you want to deny him but because you're simply too frozen with surprise. You're ten steps behind and still processing how the hell you got on top of the counter. With a hate-filled glare, he presses his palms to each of your thighs and spreads them wide open. Your breaths start to become fast now in overwhelming desire. Holy shit, this is happening... this is actually happening.

A shaky breath leaves your throat as Reiner lifts your skirt up, shifting it just above your belly button. He hooks his fingers under your underwear and drops the fabric to your ankles, before letting them fall to the ground.

Hands clutching each of your thighs, he lifts your legs up and presses the beads of the feet on the counter top. Such a movement forces your body to be open for him, with this lustful, humiliating stance causing your muscles to tighten in anticipation. He brings two fingers inside you and stretches your pussy out, watching as you are left panting mess.

"You're so wet already," his voice sounds uncontrolled and out of it. You can't explain why but it's attractive as hell.

"And who's... who's to blame for that?"

"The masochistic sex addict in the room," he replies, raising an eyebrow.

"Right," you say with a shaky exhale. Recognising your own sub-servience, you add in a defiant tone, "or the fucked-up man-baby she sits beside."