Seatbelt; (Spike x Reader x Vicious)

Collected; (Pre-Session 3)

Track for Chapter: Lo Vas A Olvidar (with ROSALÍA) by Billie Eilish

AU: In the 2060s Y/N is a young adult in the Red Dragon Crime Syndicate and was born on Mars. After joining, Vicious quickly took a liking to you and you became his right hand. He taught you everything you knew, how to kill, how to hunt and most of all NEVER trust anyone.

Author note: These are prequel chapters. And it's how you and Vicious met. Thanks to @Wetsoggybeans69 who wanted a Vicious one-shot that I decided to make canon three-shot to my fic. And to help prepare me to write the next Seatbelt chapter which is the first NSFW chapter with Spike!

- Coco (mf'n Vicious stan and simp till the death of me)

WARNINGS: NSFW // ITS LOOOOOOONG GET GRASS // Power Play // Marking // Possessive // Ownership // Praise Kink // Size Play // Protected Sex (NO BABIES) // Degradation Kink // Rough Sex // Dirty Talk // Choking // Hair Pulling // Dacraphillia // Biting // Nipple Play // Overtsim // AFTERCARE // Part 3 of 3

Vicious's gaze held yours captive as you stood at the large windows of his bedroom. The unspoken words hanging in the air between you both were as electrifying as the cityscape outside. He moved closer, his every step a predatory dance that sent a thrill of anticipation through your veins. He was an apex predator in his own right, and you had willingly stepped into his den.

His eyes held an undeniable sense of ownership as they scanned over your features, a smirk playing on his lips. It was in that moment you truly understood what he meant by 'ownership'. It was his wordless declaration of you being his, not just in a business partnership, but in a way that was profoundly personal.

Yet, amidst the possessiveness, there was an undercurrent of care. It was subtle, but you couldn't miss the way his gaze softened when it met yours, how his touch, though firm, was always careful. It was as if he was treating you with a reverence that stood in stark contrast to his otherwise ruthless persona.

"Y/N," his voice was soft, yet commanding, pulling you back from your thoughts. He closed the distance, his hand gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. His other hand, steady and warm, found its way to your waist, pulling you closer.

"The debt you owe," he began, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your waist, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes never left yours, their intensity making your heart flutter. "I think it's time to collect."

There was no fear in your eyes, only anticipation. You nodded, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at your lips as you met his intense gaze head-on. "I was wondering when you'd get around to it."

His smirk grew wider at your response, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly. He pulled you even closer, your bodies just inches apart. The anticipation, the tension, it was almost palpable. His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes, a silent promise of what was to come.

"Just remember," he said, his tone low and captivating. "This doesn't change anything. We're not dating, it's not a relationship. It's...ownership."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way," you whispered, your hand moving up to rest on his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, a reminder of the man behind the façade.

For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, replaced by the undeniable connection between you two. The city's hum, the twinkling lights, even the luxurious room around you, everything paled in comparison to the man in front of you.

With a final, approving nod, Vicious leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that set your world on fire. It was a heated promise of things to come, a testament to the unspoken agreement between you both.