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’Repulsive.’
Agent Smith thought the smell of you reeked, or, at least that was what he spent so much time convincing himself of.
Catching himself subconsciously seeking out your soft floral aroma made Agent Smith’s blood boil, and his teeth ground together as his expression shifted to convey pure hatred towards you for making him curious about things only humans cared about.
Having him circling you like a hungry predator made your skin crawl, and a sheen of sweat made your skin feel sticky as you tried to keep your breathing even and nerves calm while Smith made you on edge by coming to stand behind you.
”The very smell of you is so repugnant, I can’t stand it.” Smith, though sounding very convincing, wasn’t acting that way because of how his body betrayed him by scooting in closer to yours.
Agent Smith hadn’t been behaving quite the same since his last encounter with Neo. Everyone swore he’d died, though it wasn’t all that surprising that Smith hadn’t actually gone back to the source. He was more like a virus now in how he thought and operated, and right now was no exception as he tried to be exceedingly domineering with you.
Fight it. Don’t say it, don’t tell him to do something about it – cause he will.
Your thoughts seem to manifest some bad luck, as a few seconds later a hand of Smith’s came up to wrap around your neck, making one of yours fly up to clutch at the hand giving light pressure to your neck.
You felt the furious flutter of anxiety deep in your chest, expecting any moment to be your last. You experienced your heart thumping so hard against your rib cage in search of freedom it sent a sharp, stinging pain down your arm. At the same time, your face burned as though someone were flicking hot ashes onto your skin, and your lungs pinched, screaming desperately for oxygen.
”Tell me, why is it you keep coming here? Consequences are inevitable, and, yet, I find you plugging yourself back in time and time again. Why?” Smith’s question felt more like an interrogation, and your panic causing a delayed response to him only compelled him to manhandle you a bit more.
Agent Smith’s other hand harshly tangling into your hair forced a strained yelp out of you, and your head being craned back to look up at him only made your face twist to express the pure terror he was looking for.
Tears blurred your vision, threatening to spill over, before finally tumbling down your cheeks to meet the pavement. Meanwhile, the constant, uncomfortable kink in your neck left you seething – not that you could do anything about it, being trapped and alone with him. The grip you had on Smith’s hand tightened until you were white-knuckling him, and your free hand flew up to grasp at the one gripping your hair tight enough to rip out strands.
”Am I not making sense? Do I need to articulate myself different? Why do you keep doing what it is you do?” Smith demanded an answer from you one final time, his body now close enough to brush against yours.
”N-no. You make perfect sense…” You choked out, determination and anger now written all over your face after recollecting yourself, and your eyes glaring daggers up at Agent Smith, ”If I don’t take risks, Zion doesn’t have a chance.”
”All for Zion?” Agent Smith, dare you say, sounded a bit amused.
The corners of Smith’s mouth curled up, and a sadistic expression crept along his face as he mocked you for believing you could save anything while being held hostage by him.
”Of course, I’d do this again if I had to.” You croaked out due to a dry throat, though, instead of your statement sending Agent Smith into an unbending fury, he was exceptionally calm. Too calm for your liking, actually.
Your inability to read Smith sent a shiver of apprehension to twist around your spine and settle between your blades, although it wasn’t until he leaned in to catch your scent again that you mustered the courage to question him.
”Why do you keep doing that? Sniffing me, that is –“ Your inquiry caused Smith’s body to go stiff, and a fleeting expression of confusion made you realize that he didn’t know why he was smelling you.
Pressure pressing into your back seconds later made you release a tiny, surprised gasp. Agent Smith, too, was surprised by his body’s reaction towards you. He didn’t appreciate having to struggle with foreign feelings of desire, nor did he completely comprehend why he was experiencing the sensation of his penis swelling after catching one more waft of you.
The aroma of honeysuckle clung to the air, irritating Smith despite its playful sweetness, and the hand throttling your neck gradually loosened its hold; permitting you to properly breathe.
Relief of a huge gulp of oxygen was short-lived. Feeling the shift in atmosphere, you began exhibiting signs of distress – especially as Smith’s free hand traveled south to slip past the waistband of your trousers.
”Why? I cannot provide you with a reason. I am not certain why.” Agent Smith admitted, his demeanor transitioning again to be much more unabashed by the impulses he was having as his hand brushed over what he was after.
A long, bony finger felt cold tracing the seam of your core. The harsh contrast against the heat sent a shudder rushing up your spine, making your back tense as you hissed out your displeasure to the unwanted contact.
Another compress from Smith against your backside made you believe he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, and without anyone coming to save you, you were completely at the mercy of Agent Smith's whims. Another finger was added, and adventurous fingers moved from playing with your sleek folds to plunging into your pussy.
’Fuck! What’s happening to me?!’
You thought to yourself as a tiny, choppy moan left you, and your face and neck flushed a deep red.
Arching your back was impossible from how Agent Smith had a hold of you, and you felt shame settle into your face as your eyes shifted to dodge eye contact with him. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making you feel good, although, soon enough, it wasn’t going to matter. He was going to make you crumble for him whether you liked it or not.
Smith withdrawing his hand was only meant for unfastening your jeans to shimmy them down; his hand only taking your clothing so far before his knee shoved it the rest of the way down.
The hand gripping your hair finally released, allowing your scalp to sing with relief. Your joy was swiftly replaced with another wave of panic when that same limb wound snugly around your collarbone, much like how a seatbelt fastens around one’s torso. The hand that undressed you moved to undo Smith’s own trousers, the material making a soft ‘fwup’ as it collapsed into a loose heap at his feet.
Being unable to see Smith’s penis sent a lick of apprehension to tease the notches of your spine, and feeling him guide his shaft to graze along your pussy made you frantically squirm in his arms. With the tips of his fingers, Agent Smith found and lined up his cock with your entrance; and you braced for penetration as Smith’s his arm freed up and moved to wrap tightly around your waist.
The girth of Smith was much thicker than you anticipated, though he was of average length. Feeling every inch of him slowly enter you took your breath away, and Smith’s hot breath over the shell of your ear made you involuntarily release a feathery moan.
Agent Smith wasted no time pulling almost completely out, the tip of his cock just barely remaining inside the entrance to your cunt before delving back in.
”What have you done to me?” Smith gritted through his teeth, accusing you of having corrupted him.
Finding his rhythm, Smith rotated his hips with steady, hard thrusts. His grip on you tightened as if he were a boa constricting you while you slowly unraveled for him, your heavy sighs and wanton moans spurring Smith on as you succumbed to the pleasure being given to you.
Long, powerful strokes grew frenzied as Agent Smith urgently snapped his hips into yours. Eyes closed tightly, your head and shoulders leaned back to rest against Smith’s torso as he continued fervently rocking into you.
”More like, what are you doing to me” You managed to get out in-between shallow breaths and cries of ecstasy.
It was an entirely wrong feeling being so turned on by Smith’s rough handling of you and the absolute filth he murmured to himself with his mouth pressed against the nape of your neck.
You were close. You could tell by the way your walls squeezed and suffocated Smith’s shaft that at any second you would tip over. He seemed to be close, too. The way Smith’s cock swelled as his orgasm rapidly approached gave you a pretty good idea of it.
A trickle running down your thighs let Smith know the dense coil in your gut had finally snapped under pressure as you quivered and sang his name. Seconds later, he also let go, Smith’s cock bucking extra hard as thick, warm ropes of his cum overfilled your pussy.
A noise that could only be described as a demon glitching ripped out of Smith, his face burying into your hair, and his hold on you way too tight as his hips came to a gradual stop.
Your sweet, coasting bliss was shattered by Agent Smith’s ungodly cry, and a vow made about not being done with you sparked a deep dread. Trembling, you let out a pathetic whimper at his statement and braced yourself, unsure of what Smith would do next.