Hell is Home (Helluva Boss) Various x fem!Reader x Striker

Feelings (🍓🍋)

Lost in thought, you softly hummed while tending to Striker's remaining wounds. Only three more bandages were needed to complete his healing, as the rest of his injuries had faded into mere bruises and scars.

"You certainly have a knack for quick recovery," you muttered, absentmindedly running your fingers along Striker's abdomen.

A mischievous smirk played on Striker's lips as he observed your actions. It wasn't until you realized what you were doing that you hastily withdrew your hand, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You could have continued and tended to the 'swell' in my pants, sweetheart," he teased, enjoying your flustered reaction. You huffed and averted your gaze. "Oh, please. Just because we had a fling in the past doesn't mean I constantly long for you."

Striker's grin widened, his playful nature evident. "Ah, but you admit that you do long for me," he remarked, his tail's tip gently caressing your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine.

You gently pushed his tail away and rose to your feet, the sound of his sultry country chuckle lingering in the air as you disposed of the used bandages. "You may act composed, but deep down, I know you're just trying to hold back longer than I am."

Striker stood up, slipping his wife beater back on, his tail swaying behind him as he approached you. "You really think you can say that to me, darlin'? We both know you're already surrendering in this little standoff."

You glared at him for a moment before a mischievous smirk crossed your face. "Oh, really? You believe that just being around you turns me on? Well..." You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth beneath your fingertips, and slowly trailed them down his torso with a light, teasing touch. "I think it's you who has a weaker resolve, cowboy."

Striker's frown instantly appeared at being called weak, but he couldn't hide the shiver that ran through him from the way you were touching him.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you circled around him, your hands gliding up from his hips to his lower back.

"All it takes is a little affection from me, and you crumble," you whispered, your breath sweet and soft against his neck.

Your fingers began to massage and stroke the base of his tail, trailing down between the rugged, triangular scales, causing him to shiver. However, Striker remained determined not to make a sound.

In response, your own tail joined in, wrapping around the tip of his tail and rubbing against it.

"We've only spent two weeks together, and yet we barely know each other. And yet, here you are, completely under my spell. I bet you're yearning for me to recreate that pleasure from before, intensify it, and leave you on your knees, praying that I won't walk away," you said seductively, relishing in the glare from Striker as a deep growl rumbled in his chest.

Just as you moved your hands back to his front, your eyes widened, and a mischievous grin spread across your face as you felt the undeniable bulge that had formed. "This means I win, doesn't it? You really have—" Your words were abruptly cut off.

Striker swiftly turned the tables, catching you off guard. Before you could react, he lifted you up by your waist with his tail and forcefully slammed your back against the wall in the living room, causing you to gasp in pain. "Hey!"

Your words were stuck in your throat as Striker growled, his face dangerously close to yours. He made you lock your legs around his waist, and his hands pinned yours back against the wall. His tail swayed behind him, releasing its grip on you. "I warned you, darlin'. I'm dangerous," he said in a sinister undertone, his voice laced with desire.

Both of you locked eyes, glaring at each other for a moment before Striker closed the gap between you. His lips crashed onto yours with rough intensity. You reciprocated the roughness, feeling his body pressed tightly against yours as you engaged in a competitive and angry make-out session, which soon transformed into a passionate embrace.