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You looked at Silver with admiration in your eyes. He was so cute—the way he’d ramble on and on about his favorite things, the way his eyes would twinkle when he’d sip his drink. Yeah, it was pretty obvious to yourself that you were in love. So what? Self-awareness was the best possible attribute you could have when it came to crushes. You’d tell him when you were ready. For now, you were just content hanging out.
As the two of you finished your food, you threw your trash out and left the food court. You had already checked out some of the stores in the mall and found nothing interesting, so you two headed to the parking garage.
“So, what do you wanna do now? Want to come over? Maybe play some video games or just hang out?” you offered. It took everything in you to keep your voice from stammering.
Silver sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, I’d love to but I promised Blaze I’d help her unpack some stuff. She just moved to the other side of town and is all disorganized. Trust me, it’s so out of character to see her stressed.”
You chuckled slightly. “Checks out. Well, I hope you have fun!”
Silver smiled. “We’ll see. Well, I’ll see you again as soon as possible! This was really fun!” he chirped.
You felt a faint blush creep up your cheeks. You smiled and dismissed it. “Anytime, Silv.”
You two went your separate ways, and you began to drive home. It looked like your schedule was now open for the rest of the afternoon and night. You’d have to find some way to fill it.
Your phone began ringing as you were driving. You picked it up without looking at the caller ID, hoping it wasn’t a spam call. “Hello?”
“Hey, (Y/N)!” the speaker on the other line called out. You immediately recognized the voice—there was no mistaking that blue hedgehog. “How are you?”
“I’m good!” you spoke back, keeping your eyes on the road. “Just heading home from the mall.”
There was a slight pause on the other side of the line before Sonic spoke again. “That’s good to hear! I was just calling to see if you’re free tonight? I’m sooooo bored and have had nothing to do all day.”
That was like music to your ears. Speak of the devil, almost. “Yeah, my schedule is completely clear! You can come over whenever you’d like,” you informed.
“Great! I’ll see you soon!”
“Wait, huh?” you attempted to question what time he was going to head over, but he had already hung up. You found that unlike him, but shook it off as you continued driving. You were almost home, anyway.
You parked your car in the driveway and headed inside. You stepped indoors, threw your bag aside, and relaxed into the couch, hoping to get at least some of your energy back before Sonic inevitably arrived. He was good at a lot of things, but if there was one thing he mastered, it was definitely draining your energy.
You had a nice long relaxation session lasting a grand total of five minutes before your doorbell rang. That was way sooner than you had anticipated.
“Goddamnit,” you muttered as you stood up, not feeling refreshed at all. Despite this, you suppressed your attitude. It was Sonic, after all. Yes, he drained your energy, but he was a complete ray of sunshine. He was sure to make you feel better one way or another.
“Hey, Sonic!” you greeted as you opened the door. He stood on the other side, smiling.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” he echoed back, stepping inside without being asked. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much. What have you been up to?” he smirked.
“I literally just got home. Haven’t really had time to do much,” you shrugged.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope I’m not intruding—”
“No, no! You’re good,” you smiled at him, and it instantly put him at ease. He always seemed to smile around you, but something felt different today. His green eyes felt different, almost like you felt them locked onto you earlier. Must’ve been the weariness speaking.
Sonic quite literally threw himself onto the couch and kicked his legs up, not bothering to remove his sneakers. “So, whatcha got on the agenda? Anything in particular, or…?”
“Nothing,” you waved a dismissive hand. “Like I said, my schedule is totally open. We could talk and catch up, play video games, do some cardio, maybe make something to eat a little bit later. Anything!”
He jumped up from his spot on the couch. “Great!” He sprinted over to you, putting his hands around your waist. That was new. “So you plan on keeping me until nighttime, huh?”
You thought nothing of his attitude. You always knew his spunk was beyond your comprehension, and that’s what you liked about him. “Yeah, I guess so.”
You and Sonic spent the whole afternoon doing whatever came to mind, and you had a blast with him! You kept your favorite drink next to a glass lamp on the end table while you two were gaming. Sonic kept his on the floor.
Although you felt a little guilty thinking this, your mind kept wondering how much more fun your day would’ve been if it were being spent with Silver instead. You couldn’t get him out of your head… no matter how hard you tried.
“You seem stressed. Got something on your mind?” Sonic asked.
You were thinking about Silver. No surprise there; you simply couldn’t get your mind off of him! The question weighed on you, though. Should you tell Sonic? After a little indecisiveness, you figured he’d be a great emotional outlet. He’s always enthusiastic. “Yeah, actually. Um, can I tell you something?”
“Sure!” He sat upright. “I’m all ears.”
“You know Silver, right?”
He chuckled a little, but it sounded weird. “Yeah, of course I know Silver.”
You continued, “Well, see, we’ve been hanging out a lot recently, and well, I think I like him! And I don’t know what to do or how to tell him or—”
“You can’t be serious.”
You looked up at him with a smile, assuming he was in shock. The smile was not returned, but you were too focused on your own internal struggle to acknowledge Sonic’s behavior. You put your head down slightly. “Yeah, just, he’s so… perfect, y’know?”
“No, he’s not.”
“Sorry, I might’ve overstepped.” You realized you were getting ahead of yourself. “He’s perfect to me, you know what I mean?”
“No. What the fuck are you on about?” Sonic raised his voice.
That language caught you completely off-guard. “Sonic?” You looked up at him and realized just how different he looked. His cheery, signature expression was entirely gone, replaced by one you didn’t recognize at all. It was marked by traces of rage. “Are you… okay?”
“No!” He stood up now, marching over towards you and grabbing your shoulders. “How the fuck could you fall for that fag? He can’t do shit!”
“Woah, Sonic!” You removed his hands from your shoulders. Why the hell was he acting like this? Did Eggman poison him or something? “Do you need something?”
“I need you,” he answered almost automatically. “I’ve always needed you. Have you really been that fucking oblivious to not notice all this time?”
You could feel your face physically transform to a look of confusion. He really wasn’t possessed. You couldn’t name what the hell was going on, but you didn’t like it. “Sonic, calm down!”
“Why am I not good enough for you, (Y/N), huh? Everything I do for you, all the times we’ve hung out, the times I’ve saved you from danger? You’ve literally cried on my fucking shoulder before!” he shouted. “How do you choose him over me?”
You took a step back out of fear, but he immediately used his speed to pull you into his grip. “I’m not letting you go. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
You took a shaky breath. “Sonic, please get off me.”
“No.”
“Get off me!” you slapped his hands away. He looked at you with wide eyes before he smirked, and chuckled darkly. He looked down, then looked up at you again. You could identify what was behind his eyes now. Turns out that cheery optimism was a mask. Those eyes were sinister. “You really think you can outrun me, (Y/N)?”
You took another step back, and without thinking, you reached for the lamp on the end table. In one swift movement, you swung it against his head, and he was instantly knocked out. You used this as an opportunity to run, but not without your phone. You had to make a call.
As you located your phone, you dialed the one person you think could possibly help as you rushed over to the door. Your phone started ringing. “Come on…” you muttered.
As you got to the door, you saw Sonic stir. Of course he’d be getting up. He was durable. Seeing him ‘knocked out’ was a terrible misread. With his level of speed, there was no chance you’d make it to your car in time. You had to hide. It was your only chance.
You sprinted upstairs and hid in the bathroom closet. There was barely enough room in there, but you were able to squeeze in between a tower of towels and a bin of toiletries. As you struggled to stay silent, you heard a voice from the other end of your phone. “Hello?”
You whispered, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “Hey, Tails? I need your help, bad.”
“My help? Why, what’s the matter?”
“It’s Sonic, he’s acting strange.”
“Acting strange? He’s always acting strange!” you could hear him chuckle on the other end of the line.
“I’m not fucking joking right now! He’s like, insanely in love with me or something? And I don’t know what to do?”
“What? That doesn’t sound like him.”
“Do you know how to snap him out of it? Or have you even seen him act like this before? I don’t know what to do and I’m really scared right now—”
You heard Sonic sing from outside the closed door. “(Y/N)? Where are you? I know you’re somewhere in here.”
You lowered your voice even more as you felt your eyes begin to sting. “I need help really quick… Tails…”
He spoke back, and although your phone was on the lowest possible volume setting, you could tell immediately that he was too loud. Sonic was very close to you. You had to hang up. It was your only chance of staying hidden.
You heard his footsteps linger. You closed your eyes shut as a single tear painted your face. You were at a loss. You had no idea what to do.
You heard footsteps outside the door. You stayed absolutely still, not moving a muscle. Your eyes remained shut, but you could feel the bathroom light slowly cast beyond your eyelids, accompanied by the sound of an open door.
“Found you.”
You looked up, eyes wide with fear. You immediately tried to make a run for it, but Sonic immediately pinned you against the wall with one hand. For a hedgehog, he was strong. Way too strong for your own good.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How desperately I’ve tried to get your attention? You’re all mine, now, and once Silver is out of the picture, you’ll be mine forever.”
“What do you mean?” you barely said.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he smirked darkly, gesturing by dragging his middle finger across his neck. His free hand then maneuvered down to your waistband.
You struggled against his strength, but it was no use. As a last resort, you screamed at the top of your lungs, hoping to reach your neighbors “Can anyone hear me? Help me!”
“What are you doing?” Sonic started laughing, moving his free hand to cover your mouth. “No one can hear you! Here, I’ll scream with you,” he removed his hand from your face and cupped it around his own mouth. “Aah! Somebody help me! Please!”
All you did was let out an agonizing cry in response. You couldn’t help it.
“There, there,” Sonic said, still holding you against the wall. “I’ll make you feel better, and really prove how much I love you.”
His hand went back down to your waistband, and you tried to fight with every muscle in your body, but you couldn’t. Sonic was getting frustrated with your uncooperative behavior, so he relocated you to the floor with a hard slam. Your head hit the tiles, and you could swear you might’ve just gotten hit with a concussion.
He ripped your bottoms and undergarments off, and you were completely exposed. He held you down, pressing his entire body weight against you. You tried to get up, but he pushed you back down. You couldn’t see anything beyond those green eyes, glowing with envy and lust. You could read them, though, and you could tell that he loved this. He loved physically overpowering you; he loved having absolute dominance over you. You struggled. It was all you could do, but it was futile. Your breathing picked up as you felt something brush against your crotch.
“Sonic…” you whispered in a desperate plea.
“Shhh,” he immediately silenced you. “This is how people express their love, don’t you know?” he smiled. There was genuine warmth behind it, proving he fully believed what he was saying. That was the scariest part.
“Sonic,” you tried again, “You don’t have to do this. Please…” you pleaded as tears built up in your eyes.
He silenced you by forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. It was dominating, immediately pushing yours back as he swirled around your oral cavity, painting layers of saliva across your teeth.
You couldn’t speak, and that’s when he lifted your hips up and forced your legs apart even more as he was perfectly positioned in between them. That’s when you could just barely see it—his tip. If it wasn’t crystal clear before, it was now. He was going to fuck you.
As soon as he removed his tongue, you pleaded once more, “Sonic, please!”
“You need this more than I do,” he challenged, immediately jamming two fingers inside of you, forcing you apart. You gasped uncomfortably. He used his other hand to play with your hair like an innocent partner would.
It only took a few more seconds before Sonic removed his fingers, and then in one swift movement, he slammed his cock inside of you, holding you down as he advanced as deep as possible. “Fuck,” his breath hitched as he forced himself in.
You screamed as he entered, and he instantly gathered your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his so he could use the other to muffle your screams. He started moving his hips forward erratically, almost like he was trying to be as rough as possible.
You tried to fight back, but he was too strong. He had your hands in a hold, and his body was pressed against yours. He kept fucking you raw, all while calling you “cute” and “precious.” It felt like you were being torn apart from the inside.
Sonic forced himself deeper in your ass, smiling with satisfaction as he threw his head back, exhaling heavily. “You know, if I knew you would’ve felt this good, I would’ve fucked you a lot sooner.” He looked back down at you, grinning like a devil.
You were able to shake your head to get his hand off your mouth, just buying you enough time to scream. “Sonic! Stop, please!”
He looked at you in disbelief before slapping you across the face. “Come on! I didn’t want to have to do that! Just behave!”
That was it. There really was nothing you could do. You just had to lay there and take it as he continued mercilessly pounding into your ass. You felt something physically rip. He didn’t care. He kept going without any signs of stopping.
You started crying full-on, tears slipping to the side of your face as you were forced against the bathroom floor. Sonic’s thrusts became deeper, more erratic, and desperate. You could tell he was chasing his release.
It was one of the most painful experiences you’ve ever had to go through. He claimed he loved you with each movement, but the words felt cold and hollow. He didn’t care about the pain he was putting you in. He kept fucking you without another care in the world.
You laid there for what felt like an eternity. You only barely noticed a shift when he pushed his whole weight on top of you, exhaling heavily as you felt his cock twitch inside, filling you up. He came inside you. He pulled out to admire his handiwork, watching his seed leak out of your red, well-used hole. There was a tiny bit of blood on the tip of his cock. He looked proud of himself.
Your vision was hazy. You could barely comprehend your surroundings, feeling like you were about to pass out. You were on the verge of losing consciousness.
“Don’t you see how much I love you now? I marked you. No one is taking you away from me,” he declared.
The scent of the air smelled like Sonic. He was off of you, but you could still feel him pushing you down. His DNA was inside you. Everything was Sonic. You couldn’t get him out of your head… no matter how hard you tried.
You knew you were going to lose consciousness. You were too weak and beaten to speak, or even try to stay awake. You were helpless as he scooped you into his arms. All you could recall was him carrying you outside, and the sound of a car engine starting as you drifted off.