Bang Bang
Summary: She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun, ready to fire me a hot one, it went bang, bang, bang straight through my heart. (Pruhun, Dominatrix Hungary, Human AU, guilty pleasure PWP)
The lights were dim, it was hot, and the air both smelt and felt like sweat so thickly he could cut through it with a knife. People were dancing left and right, but he wasn't anywhere in the craziness. Gilbert Beilschmidt wasn't one who was normally in this scene.
Actually, he had always done his best to /not/ be in this scene. He was always so uncomfortable around women, mainly because he had no idea on how to talk to them properly. And now in front of him a group of very attractive, sweaty women were in front of him, their bodies grinding up against one another, their faces heated up and their mouths open. He blushed profusely, feeling very out of his element. Francis whacked his shoulder to get his attention without yelling.
"Gilbert, your mouth is hanging open. That's normally considered to be rude." He joked, ruffling his very much heterosexual friend's hair as he was pushed into the dance floor with Francis at his side. "Relax! We are here to celebrate you getting rid of the bitch." And by bitch, he meant ice queen bitch supreme, but Gilbert frowned upon calling his now ex that- even now that they are just that: exes.
"Natalia wasn't a bitch…" He defended meekly, pulling on his collar to try and release some of the heat, and Francis merely rolled his eyes.
"Please, she cheated on you with her brother. That's bitch enough for me to smell from a mile away." Gilbert sighed.
"I loved her, Francis. Don't be so mean to her. I knew she loved someone else for a while. But her brother was never interested." He said, looking a bit haggard, more than a little defeated. "So I was surprised that she slept with him."
Gilbert pulled out of his grip, rubbing the nape of his neck. "I'm going to get a drink, okay?" Francis sighed as the albino scurried off the dance floor, feeling like a sinner in church. Gilbert knew that he really needed to lighten up. He was always so much more at ease either in uniform, where people ordered him what to do, or when he was at home. It was because he had structure- he needed it as much as he needed oxygen.
But, Gilbert was surrounded by beautiful, sweaty, fun women. And that made all the difference, literally sapping his confidence and putting him on his guard. Natalia had made sure he was afraid of going to other women, though she was a bit of a hypocrite in the end, Gilbert supposed. But enough of that. He sat at the edge of the club, guzzling down beers.
After a few drinks, he started to relax a bit, but all he had to do was to just thought of his ex and he would sigh and feel mopey again. He had been with her because he hadn't wanted to die alone. He had been in the military, and had gotten a girl before he had gone out. But….she cheated.
He took another gulp, and when he lowered his glass, he discovered that there was a woman that was effortlessly gliding over to him, in a skin tight leather dress, her supple legs stretching down to her black heels, and he looked back upwards. She might have had the nicest pair of breasts he had ever seen.
Gilbert stared.
"My, you are the exotic one." Her voice had a very cute accent, and he looked up towards her face with a bright red blush on his own for having stared. Oh. She was hot, forest green eyes that had an air of dominance to them, long brown hair that looked like silk even in the bad lighting, and full, red lips. Her slender hand, tipped with long red nails, went to touch his face, and after wrapping it on his chin, she tilted his head upwards, looking directly into his freakishly red eyes. "Pretty handsome too." The woman purred, as she looked him over again, swaying her hips seductively as she ran her hand down his face, and then down his neck and his shoulders.
And he was smitten- caught like a fish in a net, mouth opening and closing in bewilderment.
"You'll do." She smacked his face lightly, smiling like she had caught the fish of the day, and snapped his attention back to her. "My name is Elizaveta, and I want to sleep with you." She said, very much in control, almost like she was ordering him rather than requesting for his partnership, and Gilbert knew he was helpless to obey, red eyes watching up at her with adoration and fascination. And he was just drunk enough to forget Natalia, in favor of getting laid.
"I-I'm Gilbert." He coughed, and looked back up to her with adoration, that was quickly covered with an attempt to try and look cooler. She laughed at him, and took his hand, leading him out of the main floor, and down out of the lights quickly and self-assuredly.
"Hmmm…you're a skinny little man. Looks like I'll top." She was talking to herself, and Gilbert wasn't listening, revealing in the fact she was looking at /him/, for all the times he exclaimed he was amazing, he was trying to counterbalance the fact he was a freak. It was a change in pace to have a woman taking him to the back and helping him pull off his top, as he panted, hands going over to rub her breasts, before she smacked him away. "Bad boy- only touch when I tell you." She reached over and smacked his ass, smirking. "Oooh, nice and muscular- exactly what I wanted." Elizaveta purred.
Gilbert flushed, letting her do as she pleased, taking off his shirt. She paused as she noticed old scars, before she brushed past them. "We should find somewhere more private." Elizaveta pulled him along as he nodded eagerly, feeling very mute for a talkative person.
Elizaveta got them to a room, hot and humid, but then getting them right back to business, pushing Gilbert to the bed and then down onto his back, nipping his ear with her breath rushing down onto his face. He shivered at the sensation, feeling his erection growing. "A-Ah…." He moaned out, before she tsked, and sat up, straddling him.
Her slender hands reached down, starting to feel up his abs. "My, very well built." She commented on the six-pack, before he felt his excitement growing as her hands went down to his pants, and unbuckled him. He groaned as her hand went past the waistline of the jeans slowly, and rubbed on his crotch. "And, ultimately average under the belt." She hummed, but hardly sounded disappointed. "Looks like I'll need this." She brought over her bag, still straddling him, but no longer fondling his cock.
His eyes popped out as she brought out a very sturdy looking strap on, and he stuttered out a very soft, "Oh.". This is what she meant by topping. Elizaveta laughed as she grabbed the lube from her purse, starting to pour it into her hands.
"Not backing out, are you?" She purred, putting the lube down and starting to fondle him again.
"Hell no." He agreed, voice gravelly, and she smiled triumphantly, turning him over abruptly onto his stomach. "Watch it." He growled, used to a dom girl, but he wanted her to be a bit gentle anyway, getting onto his hands and knees for her. Elizaveta listened, lightening her touch as a cold slick finger traced his asshole, and he shivered.
"Good, now relax for me." Nipping his neck, Gilbert felt her finger slide inside of him, languid and eliciting a very strained moan from him. Elizaveta then wiggled it inside of him, swirling it as he grabbed onto the bed sheets, gritting his teeth to try and not look like a virgin, and she used her free hand to pick his legs up, and smack his ass. "Don't stop yourself. I love the sound of a man giving himself up." After reprimanding him, and twisting his neck a bit, she leaned over and kissed him, before nipping his lips playfully, making him open them and moan for her.
Slowly stretching him, clearly getting off on the power trip associated with having the albino in helpless throws of pleasure beneath her, she started to fondle his balls, humming. But, just as he was on the cusp of cumming, she pulled her fingers out, and hand away. He whined.
"Bad boy." She smacked his ass, and ruffled his hair, before attaching the strap on with a sigh. "Are you ready?" She asked, and he nodded disgruntledly. If he hadn't wanted it, why did he have all this done? He wanted to cum, dammit! Elizaveta laughed again, taking her own sweet time as she got herself ready, clicking it into place before she straddled him again, the hard plastic sticking into his back. "Mmmm…I have to admit, you've been a very good little boy for me. I guess I'll reward you." Slowly, she slid inside of him, and his hands fisted in the bed sheets, mind going utterly blank. His mouth was open as he recollected himself after the initial feeling.
"You're really skilled at this." He said, half-conversationally, half strained as she waited for him to readjust to the length. "I have to tell you that."
Elizaveta smiled, petting his hair. "Well, if I wasn't good, why would I be going into a club to pick someone up?"
"Good point…" He said, but was cut off as she thrusted her hips, moaning slightly with the pressure against her own crotch. Gilbert's toes curled. Oh /yes/. Natalia had always wanted him to be in control and it was so wonderful when someone was ordering him and had the exact way to make him lose what Natalia had required him to have in bed.
Elizaveta fucked him on his hands and knees, moaning out with him as the alcohol got to their heads further, and Elizaveta came before him, shaking as some liquid came out from under the strap on, but dutifully, she jerked dhim off until he came as well. "Ughnnn….Elizaveta!" He shouted, the word a mouthful to say, and so he shortened it the second time he said it. "Eliza!" She panted, pulling out of him after a minute to catch her breath.
"Good. You are quite the screamer." Elizaveta turned him over, and he was drooling a bit. "Hmm….but, you're also drooling…oh well. I asked you to lose control. And you did just that." She cuddled up to him, laying with him in her bright red lingerie, smiling at him. "I have to go in the morning, but I will leave you my number."
Just as she had warned him, when Gilbert Beilschmidt woke up the morning after some of the best sex he had ever had, he was alone in a run down hotel room, naked, with a pair of red panties on the bed beside him. On them, there was a number written, along with a smily face.
First things first, he had to work off the soreness, and finally get the courage to kick Natalia out of the house. He figured he'd be doing quite a few things there that she didn't ever need to know about. Like exploring anal- something he had never even dared think about before he had a strap on all the way inside of him.
Gilbert was enthralled by the markswoman who had shot his heart.
A/N: Favorite pairing? Definitely Pruhun. Those two cuties need to have more time attending to their relationship. I wanted to try out a super submissive (when given good rewards) Gilbert, please give me feedback if he's any good. I'm sorry it's short, but this was a guilty pleasure fic, and I really just wanted a dom/sub reversal for how the two are normally portrayed.
