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down where the devil delights part 6: Dirty and Domestic- a Hodak/reader fic

Fic Summary: Reader/Hodak fic. Reader is an Angel with the Townsend Agency who has a chance encounter with Hodak on a solo mission that leads to more than the Reader bargained for. There’s tension and intrigue, dancing and fighting, the growth that comes with figuring out where you belong, but most importantly there’s Hodak being his sexy, deadly self and a hearty amount of smut sprinkled throughout.

Chapter summary: You finally get Hodak all alone to reunite properly. Reader adjusts to life with Hodak.

Part: 6/?

Word Count: 4,686

Rated: M

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Author’s Note: …can y��all believe I’m back? Yeah me either!

The original plan had this chapter start differently but given how long it’s been I thought we could all use some good old fashioned Hodak smut to kick things off. It also fit with where the last chapter ended. Y/N and Hodak finally can be alone together so it’s time to bang.

Thank you to every single one of you who reviewed these last….. Uh is it 3 years? Yikes. This chapter wouldn’t be here without you. You all are the best. Now enjoy, y’all earned it and certainly waited long enough.

Happy belated Valentine's Day from me and Hodak!

Previously: “Lead the way,” he said simply. The way he said it and the way he gripped your hand securely and confidently, told you what you already knew- that he would follow you anywhere. It had been one roller-coaster of an evening with the most exquisite highs and nerve-wracking lows. But thinking of the ecstasy Hodak had shown you at the opera and the debauchery that was no doubt to come by the time the night was over, you couldn’t regret it. Perhaps by the standards of the Angels, you’d fallen from grace, but, with Hodak by your side, it felt an awful lot like flying.

Half of your clothes were off by the time you’d entered your apartment. His button-up clumsily falling as you slammed the front door behind you in your need. You had no idea if your own shirt was in the car or the elevator with his vest or where his jacket was but this was a secure building and you’d been waiting for far too long to be alone with Hodak. You’d used all your self control to complete the mission and to not ride him in the opera box. All bets were off once you turned onto your street.

He was always one for control but there was a wildness in the way he kissed you now. How he eagerly kissed your lips, your cheek before moving to your neck. You had dreamt of him, longed for him but your memory had failed to capture the way it felt when his mouth reached your pulse point.

You gasped and pawed at him. You needed him. All of him. Now.

As the two of you shuffled into your entryway, you knew you couldn’t hold out til the bedroom and steered him to the kitchen instead, your hands grasping at his fly as you did.

In your previous encounters, Hodak was often the driving force, the one at the reins and you’d always liked the way he drove, but you appreciated that just this once he followed your lead until you were beside the island. You pulled back to catch your breath and to try to put more focus in your hands to get his damn pants off. He took the hint and helped you, shucking off his pants and kicking them out of the way. Before you could think he had his hands on your hips and was hoisting you up onto the counter.

You started to reach down to try to shimmy your own pants off but he stilled your hands and instead grabbed the material and ripped them. You gasped and had to clench your pussy from the wetness that flooded there. He continued to tug and pull at what were your pants until basically all of your underwear was exposed. He wasn’t done though.

With one hand he grabbed along the waistband of your panties and with the other, he reached out on the far side of the island and grabbed a knife from the block. You stilled. If this was anyone else, you would headbutt him and take the knife- but this was Hodak. You knew to your core that he would never hurt you (unless you asked him nicely to) so instead you were curious and God just so unreasonably turned on. All this time later and it still staggered you just how much this incredible man affected you.

Hodak met your eyes, as if to check that you were okay with this and to silently ask if you trusted him. You nodded once, ready for whatever he had up his sleeve. He gave you a gratified smile and then returned his attention to the task at hand. Deftly, he took the knife to the thinnest part of your underwear- where the front met the back and just above your thigh and sliced through and then did the same to the material above your other thigh- like he was unwrapping a present. Your panties cleaved, you lifted up gently and he pulled off what remained of your underwear and threw the shreds aside.

Just when you didn’t think you could be more horny for this man, he brought the blade up between your breasts and cut the delicate fabric of your bra right between them. Satisfied, he threw the knife so it embedded in your wall, and then your bra so it landed on the protruding knife. Like the world's most dangerous and horny wall art.

Okay, that was it, you couldn’t take anymore preamble, you reached forward and grabbed him by his lapel and pulled him forward so you were mere inches from him, “Hodak, I Need you to fuck me. Right Now.”

He pushed his luck by kissing you hard but then he acquiesced by rocking you back so you were fully laying with your back on the kitchen island, legs splayed around him. All you had left was the torn legs of your pants still on but you didn’t care- the only article of clothing currently bothering you were his boxers which you made clear by shooting them a glare.

Hodak smirked at you before removing the offending garment. Once his thick and noticeably hard cock was free he wasted no time before he came to stand fully between your legs and grabbed your hips once more to pull you closer. Of course not as close as you needed but there was always a method to his madness and it was usually worth the wait.

You wanted to be patient but you’d already been waiting so long. You wrapped your legs around him and met his eyes, saw the hunger there and knew he needed you just as much as you needed him. Thank fuck.

He took just enough time to line himself up and then he was plunging into you in one strong thrust taking advantage of how wet you already were. You screamed in pleasure, then, just as you were taking a breath, he pulled all the way out and did it again, nearly knocking all the air from your lungs. But he didn’t stop, instead he reached forward and gripped onto your neck with one hand and positioned the other at your hips as he repeated the thrust.

“Fuck!” you yelled and then with one more powerful plunge he settled into the most punishing and satisfying rhythm of your life. There was no timidness at all, instead all thundering pounding thrusts and hands gripping hard enough to leave a mark. It was exactly what you wanted, what you needed, what you’d been needing for so long, even before you’d met him. You could do nothing but lay there and take it.

When you didn’t think that coil within you could get any tighter he shifted again to hit that spot within you, making you scream, “God, Hodak!”

Then the hand on your hip shifted and those beautiful, devilish fingers found your clit and you lost all control on your vocal chords. His fingers rubbing their demanding circles while he pounded his dick harder and harder in you as that feeling within you grew and grew until you finally broke, shaking around him.

“Fuck” he yelled, and came inside you. Then he was partially on top of you on your kitchen island and you honestly don’t think you could have moved if your life depended on it. He rolled over to lay beside you and when you’d recovered you laughed and looked at him, “I’m so hungry, but I’m too tired to move.”

He smiled and then sat up, clearly not as worn out as you. “Yeah, I could eat.”

He stood up and looked back at you and you expected him to extend a hand to you to help you up, but you should have known by now that Hodak is not a man to ever do what you expect. Instead, while maintaining eye contact with you he slowly sank to his knees, his face still visible and his hands reached for you again, grabbing your hips, pulling you into place. He kept your gaze, waiting for you to say no, but even though you knew you were gonna be swollen and sore tomorrow, you had no capacity to say no to him tonight. Instead you moved as he nudged and gently eased yourself up on your elbows as his hands found your thighs and parted them.

You opened your legs all the way, fully exposing your cunt to him once more, laughed in giddy delirium then said, “Bon appetit.”

His eyes sparkled as he licked his lips and then he dug in.

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As with any new enterprise, it took a little bit of time for you to find your new rhythm but also somehow, you didn't feel any growing pains as you settled into Bosley’s new shadow network. Bosley always laughed when you called it such but since the network was his idea and it is, in part, thanks to him that you feel so professionally fulfilled you figured he deserved most of the credit.

Of course, your new operation isn’t the only new change in your life, nor is it the only source of your newfound contentment.

Hodak was officially one of the most effective members of your network and though still mostly silent with all but you, he was an invaluable member of the team. He was also your new flatmate and both the number one reason why you were so happy these days and the main reason why you sometimes came into work having gotten very little sleep. Not that you were about to complain about that.

After the mission with Dubois, you and Hodak ,(mostly you) had spent the next two days trying to decide whether it was worth it to try to be “professional” or to make any attempt at separating your personal life from your professional one. Then you remembered how spectacularly poorly that had gone with the Townsend Agency and celebrated this realization by fucking Hodak in your office at headquarters.

Then there had been a few weeks of him spending every night you weren’t on mission fucking you all over your apartment. One night, after testing the strength of your new dining table, when discussing him having to swing by his apartment for the 3rd time that week to grab something before work, you finally saw the light. At last, you mutually agreed that it was stupid that he technically was living somewhere else and thus he moved into your place the next day with very little ceremony or preamble.

He had perfected the art of traveling lightly and had few personal belongings. The things he did bring with him, you enjoyed learning about slowly and one by one. Hodak would never be a gregarious or loquacious man but when he wanted to tell you something you would listen. You never wanted to press him into being what he wasn’t but you couldn’t help but want to soak up every morsel of him that you could.

On a more platonic front, you had been very pleased when Bosley had first suggested resurrecting your dinners. It was perhaps foolish, considering everything, but a part of you had been concerned that it wouldn’t survive the transition. That it had been the habit of two lonely islands or perhaps a wooing technique of his that had been necessary when you were both still with the Townsend Agency but wouldn’t be necessary outside of it. But then, there Bosley was, spending most evenings still in your company, if not inviting the two of you back to his place then out for drinks or showing up at yours with wine and food. And you knew now, you weren’t just his favorite agents or just tools for his use. You were friends and partners in all this.

“So I come in,” Bosley was saying at one such dinner, “convinced I’m going to find Y/N dead or captured only to find him- the largest man i’ve ever met, by the way- laying on the floor weeping with her standing over him, holding a pool cue under his chin. All while her wig is on fire and she just looks up at me, calm as anything, and asks what took me so long. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

You laugh, loving the comfort of the moment. While you certainly felt a fair amount of stress while it was happening, it was fun to look back and see the story through someone else’s eyes, and more than that through the eyes of a mentor who admires and values you.

Living with Hodak had been one thing that you were still trying to get used to and were still surprised by how little time it took to acclimate to but the first time Bosley showed up at your joint door with a bottle of wine, you’d felt a nervous tightening in your stomach.

You’d been in the kitchen preparing dinner when the knock at the door came and surprised yourself when you froze. You knew it was coming. You might even say an ideal future would involve many more evenings like this, but you still weren’t sure how your easy flow of wine and long talks with John would mesh with the rhythm you were still figuring out with Hodak in the home you shared.

Your hands had stopped mid-action as you tried to not get overwhelmed. It was ridiculous to imagine a simple dinner with your closest confidants was something that could possibly rattle you or make you nervous given everything else you took on on a daily basis and yet you found your hands shaking slightly. It had taken you so long to reach this happy equilibrium -to find this place of belonging- and you hated the idea of anything happening to change it. Before you could second guess or overthink any further, you felt Hodak’s strong and confident hands at your back as they rose up to gently squeeze your shoulders. You closed your eyes as you felt his breath against your ear and leaned into his reassuring weight.

Of course he was right there right when you needed him, without you even saying a word, he could sense your anxiety and provided comfort just by being there.

Then his steady hands were easing down your arms slowly to rest over your shaking ones that still clutched a knife over the cutting board. Not the knife he used that first night though. That was still embedded in the wall though the bra was discarded over his protests. He leaned in and placed a meaningful kiss on your neck before saying quietly, as he tapped your knife with one of his tattooed fingers, “I’ve got this.”

You let out a deep breath and left the blade on the counter before easing out of his arms to place a quick kiss on his cheek before going to answer the door. If Bosley noticed a delay, he gave nothing away to indicate it and that helped put you at ease even further.

From there it was easy to get back into how things used to be or at least a new configuration of it. Hodak wrapped up the remaining tasks for the dinner while you poured each of you a glass of wine. Bosley had you distracted with updates on another agent’s mission and before you knew it, Hodak was bringing dinner to the table.

While you ate, Bosley regaled him with stories of the old days. You’d noticed that Hodak didn’t even really talk much around John that much. Maybe a few words here or there if he felt like it but he was much more comfortable to either keep busy by helping with the dinner so you and Bos could talk or just sit and listen.

Something else that you began to notice is that when Bosley was there he wouldn't always look at you. More often than not he would fix John with his typical attentive stare but his hands, his hands would be on you. Hodak would often rest a hand on your knee or have an arm draped across your shoulder or just stroking some part of you. With John there, Hodak never pushed things to the point of indecency- that would be disrespectful, and Bosley had, in his own way, earned Hodak’s respect. But you could always feel Hodak’s presence, if not through physical touch than through the weight of his stare. It was a comfort in a way you began to spend many such dinners trying to put your finger on to name.

Sure, it was like having a hand to hold but that was too simple. It was a comfortable feeling. Like wearing a cozy sweater on a cold day and holding a mug of hot tea but it was also a safe feeling, like watching a thundering rainstorm from inside your warm, dry house. It was like being in a foreign country and finding a note on a wall in your language telling you that you aren’t alone. It was having Hodak know what you needed without you having to say it or in fact, even know how to voice it.

There were mornings you’d wake up and see Hodak and his tattoos with his arms around you even in sleep and wonder how you got to this point where you have a home and a job and a man and you get to be happy. You get to have someone you trust and gets you and who fulfills you.

Ever since the opera house, you haven’t gone on a single mission alone. Back at the Agency you would dread the days you’d be partnered up because they always made you feel like a square peg in a round hole. You knew your team would get the job done but you never felt like you belonged. And now that you can call your own shots, where you never would have to be partnered if you didn’t want to, you would never dream of it.

Hodak was a partner in every sense of the word in that he was an asset and not a liability. It's a comfort to know that you’ll be taken care of. That you’ve got another capable set of hands and eyes and a keen mind too in case you need it. It also doesn’t hurt that you can now release any pent up pre-mission energy with the perfect match who knows exactly how to handle you and you don’t have to waste your evenings in bars anymore ruling out unlikelies anymore.

Weeks passed and you found yourself comfortable. You and Hodak had routines. You didn’t have to be with each other every second of every day but you liked to be close. Most evenings you would end up in your office at your place but you never shut the door, you liked to leave it open so you could see Hodak in the living room or wherever else he might be. Sometimes you might hear him grunting as he worked out in your home gym and when the sounds were too distracting you’d go and invite him for a different kind of work out.

One typical evening, you were at your desk, going through and cataloging some past missions when you got a call from Bosley. He was of the generation that preferred calls to texts but normally he just sent new missions and updates that way as he knew it was your preference. A phone call normally meant complicated.

You picked up immediately and leaned back, “Hey Bos, what’s up?”

Hodak was in the living room cleaning his guns to your right, and, at your voice, the assassin stopped his work and looked up.

“Evening dear,” Bosley said, there was something off in his voice you couldn’t place. Hodak stood and made his way to stand behind you, one hand rubbing lazy circles on your back. You put the call on speaker as Bos continued, “I’ve got an update on the Ouroboros Society situation.”

You paused, this wasn’t going to be good. Ouroboros Society had been a thorn in your network’s side the last while. Their members had orchestrated one of the biggest hacks this side of the Atlantic Ocean and were sitting on a treasure trove of invaluable intel that they were using to blackmail and power play their way across Europe. They had threatened a number of your contacts and allies and the bribes they were asking for just wasn't feasible in the long run.

You thought their logo of a snake eating its own tail was appropriate but their organization was more like a hedonistic collective of snakes just as likely to poison you as to turn on each other. Each member was vicious and you had no idea how they'd managed to agree on anything to form such a group. It made wading in and getting what you need a particularly challenging gordian knot.

After thorough research and a few well placed bribes, Bosley had figured out that Ouroboros had encrypted their trove in a singular location but that in order to access it they would need the keys, the codes and biometrics of 3 of the members. Two had already been obtained and, as far as they knew, undetected but last night was supposed to have been the mission for a third- a hacker named Lange. If Bosley was calling, it couldn’t have gone well.

“You’ve got both of us, go ahead.” You answered.

You could have sworn you heard him sigh before John continued, “Well last night was an utter failure.”

You looked to Hodak, he clearly expected this as well.

“What happened?”

“Lange got spooked and hit a kill switch. Fried his whole mainframe and exploded his bunker.” Bosley muttered bitterly.

“Is the team okay?” You ask immediately.

“Irina got some burns but Andre got her out before anything too bad. She’s going to be out of commission for a while though.” Bosley reported.

“Well fuck.” You said, “Do you think Ouroboros knows? Is the whole op scrapped?”

“I don’t think so. Lange was the recluse of the society and he died in the explosion. They don’t always check in but, still, it means we have to act quickly before anyone else finds out they might be compromised.”

“How?” You frowned, “Lange was the last viable keyholder. Everyone else is too high profile or well protected.”

There was a suspicious pause and the wheels began to turn as you started to suspect what John was about to say, “We have an opening to get to Aleksander Jormungand.”

“Jormungand,” you repeated, “Bos, that’s not a keyholder, that’s the leader of the Society itself. There’s no way to get to him quietly.”

“It’s not ideal but we believe we have an opportunity. He’s hosting a gala this weekend at his estate. The man is paranoid with impeccable security but he has a flair for pageantry and he does have weaknesses.”

It wasn’t the ideal scenario but your team had extracted from worse, and few weaknesses didn’t mean zero. Bosley had figured something out, he was just hesitant and gave the impression that he wanted your permission before he put his plan into action.

“You found his Achilles heel,” You stated this as fact.

You definitely heard a sigh this time, “Women. Aleksander has garnered a reputation as a lothario and he’s just dumped his latest conquest.”

The way he said conquest told you how Jormungand treated women and that it wasn’t likely to be kind. You didn’t linger on that and charged ahead, “So we need to pull a Romeo and Black Widow job. We’ve pulled this before both at the Agency and with the sheik last month.”

“Yes,” Bos agreed but was hesitant again, “But Irina was our Black Widow last time and given her injuries I’d be hesitant to put her into the field so soon.”

Oh. Now you knew why Bos came to you and why he didn’t seem happy about it. “But I’ve done it before too.”

Hodak stiffened. You didn't want to look at him for the first time you could remember. You didn't like anything about this situation. You didn’t like that Bosley knew he had to ask you but didn’t want to. You didn’t like how Hodak would likely feel watching you fulfill your duty. But most of all, you didn’t like that you didn’t see another option.

Not all of your assignments were walks in the park, but this would be different. You couldn’t be side by side with Hodak, in and out. This job would likely be unpleasant and neither of you would have a good time but you were pretty sure that Hodak would have a worse time than you.

You couldn’t put it off any longer and looked up. Hodak met your eyes instantly, like he’d been waiting and as always, there was so much you could see in his gaze. He hated this idea. He hated the idea of you putting yourself in the arms of another man who wouldn't treat you well even for a job. He was scared for you and very much against it but… but he trusted you. He believed in you. He didn't want to make this choice for you, he just didn't want you to have to make it.

His hand had stilled on your back but you reached up and held it, squeezing it once. He squeezed back and held tight.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, Bosley knew this was a big deal which was why he didn’t outright ask you. He knew you would do it if you asked and he didn’t want you to feel you had to. The last time you’d pulled this job felt like decades ago even though it was probably only eighteen months ago. You were a different person now, in a different place entirely and in a relationship.

You looked back to Hodak, unsure. You could say no. You could let this opportunity go, lose this chance but that didn’t sit right with you. You wanted to best Aleksander. Wanted to deal him a blow and walk away the victor. You wanted to prove you could still get this done. You wanted Hodak to trust that if you said you could do this, you could do it. And if he was in the wings, you knew you could. Hodak kept his gaze locked on yours and he saw all you didn’t say. Saw your conviction and determination and fire and it calmed him. His hand squeezed yours then he eased his grip.

You knew he understood, you knew he would stand beside you no matter what you chose. You squeezed back and he spoke up for the first time, answering Bosley’s unasked question, giving you extra assurance, “She can do it.”

Bosley paused, “If you’re sure…”

Your eyes were still on Hodak’s when you replied, knowing you spoke for both of you, “I am. We can do this.”

“I know you can,” John said, his own fondness and faith slipping through the phone like a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll send the details tonight and you’ll leave tomorrow. The operation may take a few days but we’ll have to move swiftly to embed you in while there’s still a vacancy.”

“Got it. Don’t worry Bosley, I won’t let you down.”

“You never have, Y/N. Good night, rest well.” he said as he disconnected.

You put your phone down and turned your chair around to face Hodak properly. He was still stiff. Hodak was clearly determined to back your play but this whole plan had him unsettled. You knew he wouldn’t be at ease until you got through this so there wasn’t anything you could say that would comfort him tonight.

You stood and wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to hold him close, “Take me to bed, Hodak. Trouble will keep until tomorrow.”

There was still that flicker in his eyes like a storm on the horizon but he shuttered it away and graced you with a lazy smile. It lacked the easy nature it normally had, but it was what it was, “Yes ma’am.”

Then the space between you was a memory and his mouth was claiming your lips, his tongue soon plunging inside. He was always hungry for you but there was an edge to it tonight that you leaned into.

Pretending to be some jackass’s plaything was never an easy or fun job but tonight it was just you and Hodak and that was all you needed.

Author’s Note: I know this wasn’t the longest chapter but i thought y’all might give me credit for any content. Besides, I got to tick both boxes of smut and domestic fluff so it made me happy.

If I was smart I would have ended this chapter in a way to end the fic but let's just say I'm stupid and still hooked on Hodak. Besides, this is the only way I can think of to get a fic with Hodak being jealous and seeing all that goes into that. I've waited for years and no one else has done it, so I'm just gonna have to.

Also! A note: I wanted to make sure to point this out after talking with a friend of mine while writing this. Hodak is living with someone he trusts and cares about in a domestic situation he is NOT domesticated. Lord willing if I’m able to get the next chapter out I will be able to illustrate that fully. He is still a dangerous killing machine, he just has someone he would kill for now. Hope that comes across.

In conclusion, if you are reading this, you are incredible and I'm glad you're here. Please comment and review, it's how this fic has survived this long.

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