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Control You	By : jen0va99 Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 2018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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NOTES: Written for the PW Kink Meme.

PAIRING: Matt/Adrian, dub-con

PROMPT: Why am I not seeing this as a kink in and of itself? I've seen it in fic answers but...

ANON

CAN I GET SOME MOUTHFUCKING UP IN THIS KINK MEME?

Pairings are all up to you.
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The one thing Adrian would never allow him was to fuck her. Not that he hadn�t tried to get her to; but with her façade as a strong woman, she always refused. Matt knew it was a front; he knew about her past, about the way she tried to commit suicide after Celeste offed herself. Even so, he couldn�t crack her the way he wanted to, couldn�t control Adrian as he had Celeste. Celeste was easy to charm, gave it up easy, fell in love easy, and bought his �refreshing as a spring breeze� persona just as easily.
Adrian had resolve. Adrian refused.
More than once Matt wondered if she was a dyke.
It didn�t matter that much, he supposed, that she wouldn�t fuck him. Pussy was pussy, and Matt Engarde was never short of pussy. Yeah, he starred in a kids� show, but no matter the role there would always be willing starfuckers, especially when said stars were as good-looking and �innocent� as him.
Besides, when it came down to it, Adrian was a good manager. She was well-organized, prompt, and generally did her job well.
It was because Adrian wanted to keep her job that Matt was able to coerce her into giving him a little something extra when the starfuckers weren�t readily available. Just a little something to ease the tension after all the PR conferences and public appearances as the Nickel Samurai�yeah, he did it himself, once in a while, provided the pay was good and the hours weren�t long.
�Come on, dude. I mean, you like workin� for me, right, Ms. Andrews?�
That was all it took the first time, after he suggested it. It was the same line he used every time, now; it still worked. She would let him take off her shirt�he saw through her stoic expression that she was disgusted, and knowing she was reluctant to do this only served to make him hard�and he�d none too gently squeeze her breasts as he led�pushed�her towards the couch.
He didn�t bother to try and kiss her, Matt knew she wouldn�t; she never wanted to do this with him from the beginning. The first time they did this she protested when he went for her belt, did the same and clamped her legs shut when he went to palm her crotch over her pants; no biggie. After that he remembered to keep his hands above the belt. It didn�t matter to him, really. If Adrian didn�t want anything for herself it was no skin off his back.
Matt was a fan of tits. Always had been. Adrian�s chest wasn�t really much to brag about compared to some others he�d had, but damn her nipples were sensitive. The lightest brush and they peaked, but Matt didn�t go for light after that. He�d suck them, hard, sometimes involving teeth if Adrian was being too quiet. He�d pinch them, twist them, pull them� whatever it took to get some sort of response from Adrian, to remind him he was in control. He enjoyed the pinched expression on her face, how she looked when she was holding herself back, lips between her teeth and eyes shut as if she were trying to chase away a bad memory.
By this time Matt usually had his cock out of his pants, half-hard. Adrian never touched him; he joked that she was �like a corpse, dude.� He laughed. She didn�t. She never laughed when he joked.
Eventually Matt would coax Adrian onto her knees, forearms resting on the armrest of the couch for balance. She was just the right height, then. He�d stand in front of her, take his cock in hand and give it a couple hard, purposeful jerks in her direction, and Adrian would remove her glasses and keep her eyes shut.
The first time she was outright reluctant and even seemed disgusted until he asked her once again if she liked her job. Times after that she was apprehensive, but she would always open her mouth when Matt pressed the head of his cock against her lips.
Adrian wasn�t so good at blowjobs; she didn�t want to suck him off in the first place. Matt had to take the lead once he realized just why his dick was in her mouth and she wasn�t doing anything about it.
It made him harder knowing that Adrian was so passive in her hesitance.
He would start first by telling her to close her lips and suck. She did, hollowing her cheeks until he could see how far half of his cock went in her mouth. Matt would tell her, �Yeah, dude, like that,� as he put one gloved hand on the crown of her head and slowly pull her towards him.
Matt would smile down and watch intently as his cock filled out her cheeks, sliding along her hot tongue. That same tongue moved despite Adrian, flattening down along the length of Matt�s shaft to accommodate it. She�d struggle to swallow around his cock, saliva filling her mouth; it made Matt feel that much more in control of her.
Controlling himself was a bit harder.
Once he was fully hard he really began to get into it. Matt would unclasp Adrian�s long hair, letting it spill over her shoulders, take a handful in each palm and use them like reins. He�d try to keep the thrusts of his hips shallow enough so Adrian wouldn�t gag�at least in the beginning. Pulling Adrian towards him by her hair was something Matt was incredibly turned on by; her wince in pain when he tugged too sharply, her breasts swaying as she shifted positions, angling her head downwards when Matt flexed his hips too abruptly, cock sliding farther into her mouth than she was used to.
He would always look her body over as he slowly pumped his cock into her mouth. It was a goddamn shame she wouldn�t let him fuck her. He wanted to do her that way; her hips up, rounded ass high in the air when he rammed into her pussy from behind, holding her hair just like this. Then he�d shove her face into the pillowed armrest and pound her over and over. Make her scream. Make her beg, just like Celeste always did.
He�d lapse into fantasy, then, letting his own eyes close. Both hands clenched the sides of her head and he�d thrust deep and hurried into Adrian�s mouth. She couldn�t keep sucking when he started to do this; she�d have to open her mouth to breathe, saliva and pre-cum dribbling from her lips even though she tried to swallow. But Matt would lose himself in his thoughts, fucking her mouth the way he imagined fucking her.
However lost, he still reminded her to suck. And she did.
On the outside Matt was saying, �Dude, Ms. Andrews, you�re real good at this,� but inside his thoughts were much different. In his mind he�s always slapping her ass hard enough to leave dark red handprints, gloves cracking on her bare skin, calling her a whore as he did so. Or he�ll have her on the floor, flat on her back, one hand pinning her arms over her head at the wrists, and his other arm holding her legs together over his shoulder, nearly folding her in half as his cock drove straight into her.
Matt�s fantasies about Adrian were so vivid that could almost hear the sound of their bodies slapping wetly together, could almost see her losing control. He wanted to see that stoic front crack. He wanted to see her pleading, crying.
Maybe one day.
When he was close to coming Matt would grab the back of her head and flex his hips in a harsh rhythm, thrusting his cock completely into her mouth, down her throat thanks to her angle, usually making her choke. He didn�t care; if she�d just let him fuck her, it�d be easier on her. She brought it upon herself.
Sometimes he just came in her mouth, holding her head in place as he doubled over, muscles spasming. When he did this she slackened her jaw and let his cum slide down her tongue and splatter onto the floor. In those instances Adrian never swallowed what she didn�t have to.
Usually he pulled his cock from her mouth and jerked off until he came, spattering her face in white gobs that dripped from her chin and onto her chest. �I�m real sorry, Ms. Andrews, I shoulda warned you, huh?� is what he always said, but he never meant it when he apologized.
Adrian always looked disgusted when he did that, clutching her glasses in her right hand. Matt supposed it humiliated her.
Not that he minded.
When he was done, Matt wiped the sweat from his face and watched her. Adrian always kept a little package of tissues in her purse; she would take one out and dab at her face before excusing herself, grabbing her shirt and heading into the bathroom to finish cleaning herself up.
Yeah, pussy was pussy� but at times like these, Matt really wanted to fuck Adrian Andrews until she couldn�t breathe. Sometimes head just wasn�t enough, and the starfuckers were never enough game to satisfy him.
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