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simon has a habit of feeling your pulse whenever you’re beside him. his thumb is always gently caressing your wrist, feeling the soft pulse underneath. he even brings your hand up to his face, pressing chaste kisses on your wrist while you giggle at the ticklish feel.

it’s comforting to him, a reminder that you’re safe and alive. sometimes he even just lays his head down on your chest and listen to your heartbeat, memorising the gentle thumps, ingraining them into his brain so he can forever keep your heartbeat within his heart — make you his heartbeat and his breath.

“s’my favourite sound, y’know.” he groggily said one afternoon, both of you lazing around on the bed, his head gently resting on your chest while your fingers soothingly scratched his scalp.

“what sound?” you asked quietly.

“your heartbeat, love.” his brown eyes met yours, filled with undying love. “calms me down.”

and it was true. it was a melody unlike anything else to him.

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after one of your leave, you came back to work with a ring around your finger.

you didn't mention it to anyone, and people simply noticed it when talking to you or handing you things. they congratulated you, talking about the ring. you nervously brushed it off, trying to explain it.

ghost didn't know about it either, and when he overheard someone talking about it, he dropped his mug of tea on the floor, the pieces scattering around the place.

this was such a shock to someone who had planned to propose to you.

well, propose might be a bit too far, considering you two are not even dating. he wanted to say it, but things were a little too hectic and he didn't have the guts to ask you out and moreover you're not sure if you'd like him... even if you two have been friends in the taskforce for years.

then again, in his mind, you two are practically an old married couple.

he was clearly upset by this, ignoring you and trying to push you away. he was undoubtedly hurt. did you elope with someone? why didn't you tell him? invite him to the party? did your "friendship" with him mean nothing at all?

ghost was snappy, in a terrible mood overall. he snaps at johnny, yells at gaz, and even glares at price. he was constantly on edge and it's starting to piss you off. so you confront him.

"what the hell's up with you?"

he didn't feel like humoring you, sitting down all irritated over his meal instead.

"you've been avoiding me all week, snapping at people... did i do something wrong?"

so he went off at you.

"wanna know what's wrong? you. coming back to base with a bloody ring. let me guess, you eloped with someone? is that it?" he hissed, "and here i thought i'd propose, that's out of the fuckin' window now."

you sat there, taking his words in. "... it's a fidget ring?"

you showed your hand to him, using your fingers to spin the little parts of your ring. he didn't realize how you've been fidgeting with it, or how you explained to people over and over that you're not married or engaged.

all of the sudden ghost felt like his blood ran cold, not only because he just acted so stupid jealous over a trinket, he basically admitted that he wanted to marry you.

"... wait, you wanted to propose to me?"

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OK LISTEN . imagine this right... simon x his sweet gf who loves bein' praised in bed but is rlly shy to ask :(( n' the first time simon does it in bed she gets all whiny and whimpery!?!?!?

thanks for ur req!

the lewd sounds of intimate plaps bounced against the bedrooms walls, desperate wails and exhausted moans buried deep into the damp pillow—wet with saliva and tears, mascara trickling down your moist, tear covered cheeks; eyes rolling back into your head.

‘that’s it, girlie’… pretty’ cunt takin’ my cock so well, ain’t she? she musta’ fuckin’ missed me..’

blondes face buried into your bare skin on your back , just where the shape of your spine met both of your shoulder blades in a gentle curve, lips peppering intimate kisses and pecks along your arms, hands groping at your chest desperately.

‘such—fuckin’ hell.. so good f’me.. good girllll.’

you instantly cried out, moaning into the soft cushioning beneath your messy hair, tightening around him as you climaxed, back arching into his thrusts.

after that? you couldn’t get the sound of him praising you out of your skull, weeks and weeks of waiting for him to do it again, to no avail.

he had his fingers stuffed between your lips, letting you suckle on his calloused fingerpads, gently nipping at the side of his finger playfully, till he was tearing off your expensive knickers and pushing your on your back, holding you down with his bicep—pumping his cock with the other hand.

‘simon—please.’

‘please? please wha’, doll?’

‘wanna be your good girl, si..wan’ feel you.’

as soon as you said that, he was placing a hand on your abdomen and shoving his cock inside you, letting you move to nurse on his thumb, pressing flat against the pink of your tongue, the veins of his shaft so perfectly thrusting in and out of your cervix, fat tip brushing against your womb with each dedicated and calculated pump.

‘good, goodgirl..keep goin’, you like that? yeah?’

you nodded, whining as your hips bounced up to reposition yourself, withering beneath him and mewling weakly, your freehand rubbing quick circles against your achey pearl, orgasming with a moan as your cunt sucked him in, the man growling lowly between the valley of your breasts, hips twitching as he stuffed you full of cum.

‘perfect, hm?’

he hummed, scratching your head.

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•Vi Being Touch Starved•

Our badass, pinkette brawler is a dom most of the time.

Most days she is an utter tease. One who pins you up against the wall and loves nothing more than to see you squirm.

But, then there are the days where all her hardships, all her pain and the many years she's spent alone with that pain just comes crashing down onto her.

The loss of her parents, her friends, Vander, Powder...

Being stuck in a prison cell, being beaten up everyday, being put into solitary confinement...

It's not often Vi chooses to feel her hurt, most times she just shoves it away and makes a joke.

But, when it gets too much and she can't shove down, beat down and bottle up her pain anymore, she just wants to lie down all day.

Usually on these few and far between days she'd not talk to anyone and just ignore the world.

Though she's not alone anymore.

She has you.

Vi doesn't really want a sympathetic ear since she isn't fond of talking about the past and you already know everything anyway.

But, there's nothing she doesn't appreciate more than to have a warm body to cuddle and wrap her tattooed, muscular arms around.

Someone who will offer her solace, comfort and peace.

You are her safe haven away from the grief knocking loudly against her walled up heart.

Vi is a soft bottom sometimes.

When you tenderly kiss her nicked lip, the dotted freckles upon her nose, her eyebrow slit, the ink upon her skin...

When you let her be the little spoon and she curls into you as much as she can...

Vi thaws.

She succumbs to the love you have to give her.

Vi's also the neediest girl ever when you go down on her, completely at your mercy.

On early mornings you'd find yourself lying on top of the pinkette.

Your inner thighs straddling her six pack, your fingers gently brushing away the messy bedhead strands from her steely eyes.

On quiet nights you'd draw a bath for the two of you and you'd entice her into the warm water with your body.

Vi can't resist the sight of your nude form.

But, in truth, you'd lead her into the bath under false pretenses, occasionally.

When you want her to relax her tired muscles, when you want to massage her shoulder which never healed properly.

She's the biggest cuddler ever.

Will pick you up in her muscular arms, will latch onto you with her ironclad grip, will grope any bare flesh of yours she sees.

She touches you all the time. Anywhere she can get her hands on.

Even in public Vi has to in some way be touching you.

Be it a hand on the small of your back, an arm draped around your shoulders, forehead kisses and hand holding.

Though once you're alone Vi doesn't want any distance between the two of you at all.

Despite her bravado and her genuine skill, we all know Vi has no actual experience in the bedroom.

After all, she's been in prison since her late teens.

She was a virgin when you two got together.

But, that doesn't mean she can't make your legs feel like jelly, leave your stomach in knots and make you see stars.

And, she is damn enthusiastic, too.

Just having someone to touch, who she can pleasure and make happy is so thrilling for the brawler.

Vi loves nothing more than to go down on you like it's her last meal, to have you in bed all night long.

She can go round after round and you will be exhausted.

It's just exhilarating for Vi, to use her hands for something other than fighting.

That her rough, calloused hands can bring someone pleasure is amazing to her.

That she can use her mouth, her fingers, her entire body, to stimulate you...

That when you look at her muscles, her scars, her body in return, all she sees is attraction in your eyes.

When Vi first met you it actually shocked her that you found her hot at all.

Her body to her has just been a machine to strengthen, a vessel to use.

So, having you find beauty in her muscles, her scars, her every curve, flaw, crevice...

It was all so new and captivating.

Every kiss to Vi still feels like the first time and she never gets tired of making you feel good.

She's spent so long in a cold, dark cell, in pain, sad and alone...

And, now that Vi has you she never wants to let go.

[meridethdm]

Bathtime smut with Vi and then fluff after? Just cute girlfriends in love to heal my soul❤️ maybe a modern au with Vi as a famous boxer ?

I LOVE all your fics ( but especially Ellie and Vi ;) )

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇

𝙥���𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi  x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, extreme amounts of fluff, descriptions of nudity, mentions of injury ( vi ), mentions of pain ( vi ), fingering ( r! and vi! receiving ), bathing together, sexual innuendos and jokes, lots of kissing, petnames, switch ( kinda dom )!vi, switch!reader, reader is vi's little housewife honestly

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/Some

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I love the idea of reader being Vi's little housewife especially if she was a boxer and does everything to give her little wife the perfect life while she takes good care of Vi OMGGGGGG also thank you sm!!! you're so sweet and I'm so sorry this took so long!

𝗔𝗨 - Modern / Boxer Vi !

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED

You stared at the bubbles in front of you, your knee poking out of the water. It was warm in the bathroom, the steam from the water filling the room up to the brim.

The mirror long having fogged, along with the windows. It was dark out, the continuous waiting for your pink haired girlfriend was enough for you to busy yourself and make sure you didn't fall asleep waiting on her. 

So here you sat, alone in the bathtub, head laid back at the rather rich looking ceiling and fancy light fixtures Vi made sure you had in order to have good lighting when getting ready in the mornings.

Bubbles surrounding your naked form, covering your body under the water.

You then heard the front door open, picking your head up from the back of the tub. Excitement flooding your belly when you realized she was finally home.

"Y/n?" "In here!" You moved, laying both your arms on the side of the tub. Resting your head on your hands as Vi waltzed in looking exhausted and mopey. A rush of cold air creeping into the bathroom from the outside causing goosebumps to rise along your arms. 

"Well this is a sight." She smiled. "Shut it, pervert." You blushed, laying your head down on your arms looking over her body. Tired, bruised, it was obvious she was in pain and sore from training.

"Are you getting in? Shut the door, it's cold." 

You laid back in the water letting it spread across your once cold shoulders, closing your eyes and letting your body be caressed by the warmth.

"Don't have to ask me twice." You hummed, sitting back against the tub, Vi slowly taking off her clothes. Grunting to herself, clenching her teeth. 

"Hey, take it easy." You sat up, looking at her worriedly. "I'm fine." She shook her head, taking off her sports bra and then unwrap her hands.

"How was training?" "Well, I'm definitely gonna win the fight." She muttered, pulling down her boxers and moving to slide into the bath, groaning while she slipped past the waterline.

"That feel good?" You laughed, inviting her into your arms. "Mhm." "I bet you did so good today." You moved her down so she laid completely into the bubbles allowing the water to soak her hair. Running your fingers through the hot pink strands hearing her hum as she shut her eyes.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today." "That makes two of us." You replied, focusing on running through her hair. Finger moving across her hairline and down between her eyebrows.

"I'm so horny." "Violet." She opened her eyes with a laugh. "What? You looked really hot when I walked in, and besides my adrenaline's still high." You groaned and sunk into the water so only your head was above the surface, Vi rolling onto her stomach, hands creeping around your waist underneath the warm liquid.

"Do you think I could eat you out underwater?" "Please don't try." You begged hearing her laughter fill your ears and shake the water from her movements. "Fine."

Vi leaned up on her hands to kiss you, chapped lips and tasting of sweat. She deepened the kiss while pushing up and towards you, hand moving to rest on your chilled face, the temperature practically burning your cold skin.

"You look so pretty." She muttered, kissing down your neck, the droplets of water making tickling her mouth. "So do you, especially all worked up." You smiled at her softly, Vi slowly pushing herself out of the water so her torso stuck out. Getting closer to you.

"I missed you so much." You the said, feeling her warm hand slowly moving across your stomach getting lower and lower to where you'd began to ache for her. "Let me take care of you." "Vi, I should be taking care of you." You laughed lightly, looking at her tired face while running the back of your hand over her cheekbone.

"But I want to." You hummed, half lidded eyes staring into her own. "M'not gonna win, am I?" She didn't respond instead moving down while her fingers creeped towards your pussy, looking up at you like a puppy waiting for directions.

"Well, if I got no chance at winning, mind as well do what you want." You leaned down to her lips once more, giving her a light peck to her lips just as she began to enter you.

Your mouth falling open as you took in a sharp breath, head lolling backwards.

"Vi.." Entranced by your face, Vi tilted her head to see you better, your clouded blown out eyes making her smirk. "More." You stated, staring into her eyes as she added another finger, coming closer to your body. But you seen the want in her eyes, and who were you to deny?

"Let me ride your thigh, Vi." "C'mon." She groaned, but your sickening sweet smile made her move away, allowing you on top of her. "I just want you to relax pretty girl." You ran your finger down the bridge of her nose, beginning to move your hips along her thigh.

The water rippling and moving along the white walls of the tub and around hand as it snaked its way down her abs and down lower. And then lower until Vi let out a quiet little moan, your fingers grazing her clit.

"Y/n..."

"The waters gonna spill over." You laughed when her hands gripped you, making your body move faster against her muscles. Your little bud grinding against her warm skin. "Who cares?" She spoke out of breath, looking at you with barely opened eyes.

"Fuck Vi." Your head fell forwards against her shoulder as you grinded faster, Vi's hand moving down to help your own as you pleasured her. The other one tight around your waist helping you guide yourself against her leg.

"You feel so good." "Mm, I wanna hear you say that later too." You leaned up, flustered face and all while pecking her lips. "You wish, you're going to bed after this young lady." She grumbled something until your finger slipped inside her, words becoming scrambled and fumbling past her lips until they were nothing.

You shifted, her thigh hitting you just the right way as you gripped her bicep, trying anything to go faster.

"Y/n– shit–" You focused on your fingers, playing with her clit while kissing her cheek. "M'so proud of you." You could see her cheeks turning pink, whether it be from what you were doing or your praise, it didn't matter. You loved it either way.

"I'm gonna cum Vi." "Me too."

The bubbly water spilled over the sides, going uncared for by the both of you as you chased your highs. Sweaty once more, mouths wide and moans filling the room up drowning you both in pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck fuck–" You let out a few girlish cries as your thighs closed around her own, Vi's leg coming up as she came around your fingers. Mouth moving against your own before you got a chance to do anything else.

She moaned into your mouth and you swallowed it all up, pulling away from her and wrapping your arms around her neck.

"Oh shit." You whined, your cheek squishing against her shoulder as you both began to calm.

"I liked that way more." "I said that Vi, you should really start listening to me more." You turned your head, pressing little kisses to her neck while she only chuckled, fingers running up and down your spine dripping the warm water on your cold skin.

"I'll give you a massage after we get out." You could feel her hum, chest vibrating. You sat up, dipping your hands in the water and bringing them over her skin. Dripping water down her chest and shoulders.

"I love you." She then said, staring at you with starstruck eyes and a loving gaze making you hot as you met her stare. "I love you more." "That's impossible."

You giggled, messing with the little hairs on the nape of her neck.

"Then tomorrow I'll make sure you can't get out of bed."

"Violet, really?" "I love you."

A/n: I haven't done a little note in a while hmmmmm well here is this i got 2 nachos today 2!!!! ik right so monumental

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could you write an nsfw for a vi x f/r?

a group of friends including vi are playing 7 minutes in heaven, once it's the pairs' turn vi finds out that reader has a rather sensitive back ♡

━ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, suggestive, groping, hickies, kissing, established ended relationship, pet names, teasing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - sorry this took so long hon! also wasn't 100% sure what you meant by sensitive back so I did my best haha! ily and ty for the rq!

𝗔𝗨 - Modern !

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

"Oh c'mon Y/n, it'll be fun." They all began to sit in a circle on your friends bedroom floor covered in a fluffy white carpet. Someone disappearing out of the room and returning with a glass bottle in hand from something you guys had drank earlier.

"I dunno.." "You're gonna think it's fun, just c'mon!"

Your friend dragged you to the floor while you nervously played with your hands, the room feeling hot and stuffy but no one seemed to notice giggling and laughing about who they'd get on their turn.

Some drunk and falling asleep sitting up who definitely weren't making it through the game, others bored or just outright disinterested and on their phones or striking up a conversation with each other. Trickling out as time went on.

"I'll go first, then we'll go this way." Your heart dropped realizing you'd be the second person up after your friend. Looking around slightly panicked and then at your phone casually checking the late time hoping to shake the nerves.

What you wouldn't do though was back out now, especially while you were trying so hard to get over a certain someone that sat around the circle tracking you with their eyes.

"Alrighty!" Your friend spun the bottle and it landed on a random person you hadn't seen before though knew of. Your friend and them disappearing into the hallway closet while everyone giggled and wondered how far they'd go as the timer began.

You felt eyes on you as everyone chatted, looking up and around quietly before you met the stare of a very familiar gray gaze.

Your breath hitching in your throat, stomach sinking though you pushed a sweet smile on your face to your ex-girlfriend who just barely returned it. Though wasn't prepared for the interaction.

"Alright times up love birds!"

Not long after your friend returned with brand new red mark adorned on her neck and a giggly grin, falling beside you once more.

"Your turn Y/n!" She cheered a few guys laughing when you shyly leaned forward to spin the bottle, feeling your heartbeat through your entire body.

It was nauseating almost – her hot gaze on you while you prayed it didn't land on her and maybe some other very hot person that you could get her riled up with.

If she still cared that is.

The bottle steadily began to come to a stop, landing between Vi and another guy. The two looking up at you while your friend clapped and giggled.

"Guess you get to pick your poison." She smiled, grabbing your shoulders with her head beside yours. "He is cute though." She whispered loud enough for them both to here.

"C'mon babe we all know who you'll pick." He said making you cringe eternally and to Vi, externally by the glance you sent her.

His friends snickered behind him while you stood up from the carpet, reaching down to grab Vi's hand and drag her to the closet. Leaving the boy dumbfounded and with howls of laughter filling the room and the guy yelling for them to shut up.

Guiding her into the small closet with you before awkwardly shutting the door and leaning up against it. Keeping the spacious gap between you nice and wide while keeping your eyes anywhere but on her.

It was tight and suffocating the first minute you both awkwardly stood there. Vi's eyes never leaving your own and you constantly avoiding hers. Choking on the tension in the tiny closet.

Then came minute two.

"So... you and Mel?" "What?" You looked at her confused before shaking your head with a scoff. "No, we're just friends. Not that it matters to you." "It does." "Why? Aren't you and Caitlyn hooking up? Focus on your rebounds and maybe not my talking stages."

You snapped at her more than you meant to, her eyes finally leaving yours and pushing away to blankly stare at the wall.

You felt claustrophobic being so close to her body, suffocating on the thick stale air and staring at the door while you rested the side of your head against it.

Then minute three.

"She's not a rebound." "Vi, I really don't care." "She's just a friend."

You groaned annoyed and ran your hands down your face, looking at her with a sharpened glare and a harsh gaze telling her to knock it off.

"I don't care." You fully turned your back to her, body appearing right behind your own not second later. Hands creeping up your hips.

"She could never compare, y'know?"

Moving up your sides her hands moved you back around to face her and her fingers landed on your back sending a shiver up your spine. Smirking at the new found sensitivity while the tips danced up your spine.

Practically leaning against her hand as she continued her touches. Biting your lip to keep any of your noises at bay.

Much to Vi's disappointment.

"Violet, let me go." "Mm, I don't think I will beautiful."

Her warm breath pushing off your neck making it even harder to breath and hotter in the small walled area.

Minute five had already arrived.

"Vi please. It's over." Despite the sad glaze that crossed over her irises she continued on, pecking your neck getting the reaction she wanted by you just barely tilting your head back. "Vi.."

"I know you still love me." You laughed a bit. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah" Her arms soon snaking around your waist and pulling at the button of your jeans. "How do you know that?" You whispered, staring at the dark door that had just tiniest bit of light seeping through the tiny cracks.

"You're a terrible liar princess."

Then comes six.

"You're a dick." "But you love me."

"Mm... can be determined at this time."

She kissed down your neck once more, leaving tiny little marks against your skin and your body sweaty and needy. Hands gliding over her own.

"So mine or yours after?"

Then the seven minutes came to an end.

"Yours."

"Times up lover ladies!"

[meridethdm]

Better Boyfriend

Vi x f!Reader | Modern AU | NSFW +18 | wc: 3.8k | After your current boyfriend cheats on you, Vi decides to leave the party with you and keep you all to herself for the night, doing all the things he never sufficed to complete.

Warnings: mention of smoking, alcohol, fingering, oral, thigh riding, praising, back-scratching, hickeys.

A/N: FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING FOR VI. I love her okay? And 'boyfriend' by Dove Cameron made me do this. I'll post something for Viktor next week. Anyway, enjoy in horny jail <3

It would be a lie to say you didn't see it coming. You were a magnet for jerks, too many heartbreaks leading on fantasizing about the bare minimum anyone could do for you. This time seemed a bit different, not because you didn't expect a break-up, but because he wasn't the one you wanted to hold dear.

You didn't notice it at first, but someone else sure did.

No heartbreak shook you, just the empty feeling of disloyalty and betrayal implanted deep inside your chest. Fidelity and devotion were qualities you valued: broken trust meant cutting ties.

Music echoed through the wall you laid against, volume loud enough for you to listen clearly from the second floor of the house. You would be down there, dancing and having the time of your life if you hadn't caught your boyfriend shoving his hands down another girl's skirt, making out on the dancefloor.

You chuckled in irony, amused by your intuition predicting how things would pan out. However, that empty feeling stayed, and you hated it.

You didn't smoke often, yet it was the only distraction you could come up with. Cigarette between your fingers while searching in your pockets for a lighter, disappointed by not finding any. Your now-ex didn't have one either, he never did anyway, and you didn't intend on going back to the first floor to borrow one.

Your disappointed sigh got lost by the music as you rested your head back on the wall and placed the cig between your lips, eyes closed while trying to send your thoughts away.

Somehow, you successfully stopped thinking about him when you felt someone leaning beside you.

"Hey cupcake, need a light?"

An unconscious smile appeared on your lips when you heard her voice, finding her closer than you thought when your eyes opened. The flame from the light glowing on her icy iris as she smirked. You replied with a knowing look, leaning until the cigarette's tip touched the fire, eyes never leaving hers as you inhaled a bit of smoke.

"Thanks, Vi."

Vi was sure something, catching your eye in the university's hallways more times than you'd admit. You met through mutual friends, yet the subtle glances you shared never seemed to be noticed by anyone but you; although neither could do much about it since whenever she was single, you were already dating someone and vice-versa. Regardless, you got to know the other better, fun complicity blossoming between you both.

She saw you take another puff before speaking again.

"Mind sharing?"

You arched a brow. "I thought you didn't like smoking. What changed your mind?"

She shrugged as her hand reached for the cig.

"There's a first time for everything."

You never saw her smoke before, but the unbothered look on her face as smoke escaped her mouth became one of your favorites. She tapped the ashes when finished like she'd done it before, locking eyes with you again.

"Yeah, this shit is not for me," the lightly disgusted grin she made sure was new for you as well.

"Then give it back!" you laughed as she handed you the cig, mimicking your laugh.

Her hair shook a bit when she scanned the room, confused.

"Where's this boyfriend of yours anyway? He's always glued to you."

Her eyes gave you a worried look when you didn't reply, nervously fidgeting with the cigarette between your fingers before breathing it in again. She knew you enough to guess what had happened.

"He's down there, isn't he?" You were caught off guard by the anger hidden in her voice, an irked tone underneath each word. Her bandaged hands turned to fists by instinct. "Come with me."

You would've asked where if she hadn't dragged you down back to the first floor, almost sprinting. Her hand intertwined with yours guided both through the thick sea of people dancing until your ex appeared in sight, making Vi curse under her breath when she saw him still kissing this other girl. She didn't waste any time and pulled him back by the shoulder, punching him right in the nose before he could complain, slamming him to the floor.

"Vi!" you yelled above the music as she shook a bit of blood off her knuckles. Everyone present couldn't help but giggle and whisper how good of a punch that was. You nervously chuckled along, glad everyone agreed he deserved it.

Vi turned back to face you, the grip on your hand softly tightening. You expected a cold gaze from what just happened, but the playful smile she gave you was enough to take your breath away.

"Wanna leave this place?" A mischievous spark lit inside her eyes, playfully captivating to yours.

Your eyes replied with the same emotion. "You don't even have to ask."

Her smirk made you smile back, ready to go to the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going with my girlfriend?"

Her thick eyebrows frowned as she turned back, looking down at your wounded ex, who bluntly wiped the blood from his nose. She would have laid another punch aimed to his eye, but tonight time was worth more than gold.

"You lost the pleasure to call her yours, asshole."

You saw her motorcycle parked right in front of the house. Vi sat on its seat and threw you the only helmet she had, which almost slipped from your hands when you caught it.

"Are you sobber?" you asked her while accommodating the helmet on your head, it fitting quite loose.

The bike roared along her smirk appeared. "Completely, angel. So, am I taking you to your place?"

"No!" perhaps it was the lonely feeling inside your chest that made your tone almost beg, so you regained the lost composture. "I... forgot my keys."

Bulshit, you just needed an excuse to stay near her. She saw through your lies but kept a quiet smile; she knew you better than you gave her credit for and didn't plan on leaving you alone tonight.

"My place then?"

You nodded as you walked towards her, sitting right behind her. You planned to hold onto the back of the motorbike, but your plans changed when Vi grabbed your wrists from behind her, wrapping them around her waist.

Her cocky smirk appeared as your arms pulled you to her, the leather from her red jacket warmingly welcoming your touch.

"You might wanna hold on tight, angel," she warned, leaning towards the handle as the motor roared harder.

"What do you mean by tha—"

A high-pitched yell scraped your throat when Vi drove off at full speed, her laughter echoing on the empty streets and fading amidst the night as she felt your arms hugging her for dear life. You weren't used to experiencing adrenaline, not because you hated it, but because the chance to didn't strike often; but your heart racing alongside hers and the shot of joy spreading from your veins and showing in the form of cheerful howl as the street lights passed by in a blur... Damn, it was addictive.

Her apartment wasn't far from the party, so you arrived within minutes. The place was rather small, enough for a college student to live in, but cozier and warmer than imagined.

"Wanna wait for me in my room? I tell you, the couch is not comfortable," she said as she unraveled her bloody bandages.

The bedroom door was right in front of the kitchen, so you had no problem finding it. A lamp lit the room from the nightstand as you sat right at the edge of the bed, surprised at how soft the black bedspread was. Through the door, you saw her hands stretching at twitching once the bandages were off, which made you frown.

"You got hurt?"

"From throwing a punch? I'm not that weak, angel." She cocked a brow in your direction as she opened one of the kitchen cabinets. "Down for a drink?" She approached you and sat next to you, tequila bottle in hand and two shot glasses in the other.

You chuckled. "You don't drink at parties but here, huh?"

She poured the two glasses full, icy eyes piercing yours kindly as she grinned proudly.

"Well, I only do when my companion is worth the shot."

You grabbed the shot from her hand, eyes still locked while you chugged it down, blaming the burning feeling of your cheeks on the alcohol and not on her words. She seconded you and refilled both glasses again.

"So, wanna talk about what happened back there?" She looked concerned, knowing what getting cheated on felt like from past relationships.

You adored the warmth inside her eyes as she asked. She genuinely cared about how you felt, making your heart heavy.

"Is there anything left?" Your fingers carefully played around the shot in your hand, eyes glued to the floor. "You saw it yourself, sorry for making you cause a scene."

She chuckled at your response, "To be fair, I wanted to punch the bastard long ago."

Your frowned, confused. Vi didn't know him at all and never really got to talk to him at campus, just rolled her eyes whenever she saw you two together.

"Why?"

She discreetly scratched the back of her neck, no reply coming from her mouth as she chugged her drink down instead.

"Are you hurt?" She still avoided your question.

"Disappointed, not hurt tho. I'm aware he wasn't big of a deal."

Her icy eyes beamed intrigued, raising her scared brow as her hand carefully reached for yours, her warm familiar touch was softer than you remembered. When was the last time you held hands?

"Then why did you keep dating him?"

Yeah, why did you keep dating him?

Maybe because Vi was already dating someone else —who she broke up with a week after, perhaps you hoped her reactions when she saw you two together existed out of jealousy, or you just wanted the feelings for her to go away since you couldn't have her.

However, you just drank another shot. No reply came from your lips, just a sufficient smile that left Vi's mind wandering.

"Was he at least a good lay?" She mockingly asked.

"Oh, fuck no." You laughed under your breath, not realizing how fast you answered. "He's just like the rest of the people I've dated."

That seemed to pique Vi's interest, especially after your hand kindly stroked hers and your head fell atop her shoulder. Having you right next to her sure was making her mind a mess. She put both your hands on her lap, rubbing the back of yours with her thumb.

"So, none of your partners ever made you cum, cupcake?"

You shook your head, aware you would probably regret getting all talkative after drinking. "All of them cared more about their own pleasure, they forgot mine was also important." You left out a heavy sigh, subtly rubbing your cheek on her red jacket. "The good part is I become a master at faking it."

"That's not how it's supposed to be, (Y/N)."

Her voice was low but assertive, the mention of your real name took you by surprise since Vi had a fixation on calling you by different nicknames.

Pet names, almost.

Her hand grabbed your chin, making your face her. Blue eyes scanned your face as she pulled you close. Your foreheads touched just enough for you to appreciate all of her features: from the scar on her eyebrow to the tattoos on her face and neck... and that damn scar decorating her upper lip.

She gave you time to pull away, to escape if you wanted. But it was Vi, you would never pull away if it came to her.

"Wanna hear a secret, cupcake?" Her thumb traveled from your chin to your lower lip, gently pressing it down as you nodded, unable to speak. "I could be a better boyfriend than him."

Her lips almost brushing yours were all you could think about, eyes darkened looking right at yours, catching your view on her lips.

"Fuck, I could be better than all of those fuckers. I'd do the shit they never did." Her nose nuzzled yours, smiling when she noticed your breathing getting heavier. "I wouldn't quit until I had you begging for more, sure, that's if you let me."

Your eyes glued to hers, daring and honest, expecting for your consent to proceed. The all-mighty Vi, who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, awaiting permission from the girl that drove her insane since day one.

"You think you have enough stamina for that?" you teasingly asked, aware of the answer.

"I think I can handle you, hot stuff. I'm a boxer..." Her hand dropped to the back of your neck, playing with the hair he could reach. "My fists aren't the only thing I know how to use."

"Then show me."

Anyone would have laughed if you told them Vi followed someone's orders, you would have even. But any possible laugh died on her lips as she devoured yours. She tasted like tequila and danger, you noticed it from her smug smile whenever your lips parted, just collide them back together. It was roughly soft, something you both were dying to taste for longer than you could put into words.

She froze for a second when you took control of the situation, sitting on her lap and hugging her waist with your thighs, letting her witness the heat that burned inside your body from beneath your skirt; but she didn't fall far behind. A dense gasp left your mouth when her teeth grazed your lower lip, generously bitting it after.

"What's the hurry, angel?" Her hands slipped under your shirt, the temperature difference delightedly contrasting on the skin of your back as her fingertips and nails skimmed it up and down, glad to notice you weren't wearing a bra. "I thought I'd be the impatient one."

"That wouldn't be new."

Your fingertips traveled from the side of her face to her neck, tracing the tattoos that continued down her back and arms, hidden by her clothes. You got to view them shortly once at the gym and wondered what the big picture would look like ever since.

"Wanna see the rest?" Her eyes yearned for your all, impatient as she's always been whit the things she desired.

You replied by sliding her jacket down her arms, throwing it to a corner of the room to follow the paths of tattoos down her arms. All those hours she spent practicing and competing at the ring sure paid off.

Her smug smile appeared as she helped you remove her white shirt as well, revealing more of the black ink and a chest covered in bandages just like her hands were before. You would have unraveled them if Vi didn't switch positions, hands on your hips as she turned your back to the bed, calmly crawling atop your physique.

"Trust me, (Y/N). I'd love you to undress me completely. But tonight is about you and only you." Her nose brushed the crook of your neck before a kiss in the spot made you shiver. "We'll have another night for me later. okay?"

No time for a reply was allowed when she took your shirt off, almost ripping it from your body, followed by her pants, leaving her in underwear and bandages only. Her eyes wandered all over your exposed torso, admiring every single part of you: the way your uneven breathing made your breast tremble, the wet path of kisses glistening on your neck down to your collarbone, how your still-on skirt hugged your wist as it rode up your thighs...

"You're beautiful," she whispered breathless, one hand right beside your face as the other helped her take off your skirt and remaining clothing. Such tenderness never showed inside her eyes until now, hypnotized by the sight of your now naked self underneath her, "I mean it, every part of you."

Your hand caressed her cheek as she lowered her face to yours, brushing her 'VI' tattoo with your thumb. "You'll make me fall deeper for you."

She guided your hand to her lips, placing a kiss on your palm, then the inside of your wrist. "I better, (Y/N). I fell long ago."

Her lips took possession of your flesh once again, kissing and sucking every part they found, leaving red marks on your neck down your cleavage that screamed you were hers. Her mouth stopped on one of your breasts, tongue circling your nipple as her hand fondled the other, her big palm from fighting and callous fingers from fighting, somehow soft going over your flesh, stroking it as she enjoyed the faltering panting you tried to keep to yourself.

Yet she wanted to set them free.

Her free hands brushed your belly and slid slowly between your thighs, flattered to find you dripping wet by her caresses. Your cheeks burned when you noticed, you didn't remember anyone who could get such a reaction from your body, but Vi's touch felt like burning heaven.

"Pretty receptive, I see." She smiled proudly, her fringers generously tempting your entrance.

A whimper escaped your lips as she continued her teasing, barely grazing your pussy for a couple of seconds before inserting one finger, taking advantage of how lubricated you were already, followed by another finger curling up inside you. It felt nothing like touching yourself, it was livelier, more intense. You couldn't help but moan to her touch, hands clenching to the sheets as your legs opened slowly to give her more access.

"You sound so sweet," Vi teased.

"Shut up."

Make me was the response you expected, but her mind plotted something different. You wanted her mouth shut? As you wish. Mischief bloomed in her eyes as she carefully put your legs over her shoulders and buried her mouth in your dripping cunt.

Your brain stopped functioning there.

She knew what she was doing, fuck. She really did.

Her mouth ate you out masterfully, tongue swirling around your pussy, sucking onto your clit while her fingers fucked you skilled, taking a fancy on hitting and curling them on that soft sweet spot that drove you crazy.

Your eyes rolled blank and your back arched to her pace, toes curling as she continued. She loved the view you gifted her, all control lost out of the window while your hands clutched to her hair and your thighs trembled around her head, mouth ajar, 'more' being the only coherent word you could form in between panting and whining delighted by her attention.

Your reactions were getting to her, aroused like never before, and Vi promised herself you both could enjoy many other nights you could return the pleasure she was giving you.

"Vi, please. I'm close," you cried, yearning for the orgasm that trained up inside you, waiting to be released.

"Keep calling my name, (Y/N)." Her words vibrated on your clit before she withdrew her mouth from you, replacing her tongue with her tumb, delighted by your louder begging. "I wanna hear you."

Your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her to you as her fingers hustled inside, her lips barely brushing yours.

"Vi," you moaned, planning to keep going before her lips covered yours briefly. The sight of your eyes darkened by desire drove her mad.

"Cum for me."

Your body obeyed instantly, coming undone on her fingers, mumbling her name again. Vi hissed delighted by the sudden scratching on her back as you climaxed, right above her bandages; she didn't take you for one to enjoy it but smirked at the confirmation, kissing your forehead and waiting for your breathing to even as you still enjoyed the shadow of your orgasm.

Fuck, she was better than anyone.

She sat down and helped your —now— weak self get on top, her strong thigh in between your legs. The lovely overwhelming warmth of your skin atop hers provided comfort neither of you experimented often, but gladly could make it a habit.

"Tired already, angel?" she asked, cupping your face with her hand. You shook your head, sure you could continue for a while. "Then is your turn to take action."

Her thigh made you shiver as she brushed your already stimulated cunt, hands on your waist to help you move and grind as you pleased.

"You have no idea how many times I wished you were mine," she whispered as your hips move, your face hidden on the crook of her neck where your moaning died as you kissed all over it, "how I wanted to steal you from him, kiss you. God, you were all I could think about."

Your hips riding her thigh, constantly rubbing your most perceptive spots as she praised you made your mind hazy, only able to think about how good you were feeling from everything she gave you.

Vi didn't stand behind: your image lost in the thrill as you rubbed and moved your hips on it was more than enough to please her.

"I'm here now," you let out, arms around her neck and kindly scratching down her back as you continued, "yours completely."

You didn't notice the subtle blush on her cheeks, but the sound of her gentle laugh drove you to the edge. She noticed, of course, by your movements getting faster and your uneven gasps,

So you found her voice alluring, huh?.

"You're doing so good." her grip tightened around your waist, following the pace you marked. "You can't imagine how much I adore you."

You bit her neck and sucked gently when the orgasm overcame you, causing a hickey you knew you'd wear proudly, legs around her waist as she hugged you back, reminding you how good you were for her. You kissed her lips once again before your eyes started closing.

Vi chuckled. "Don't worry, cupcake. We'll work on your stamina later."

You woke up inside her muscular arms as her head rested on your chest. You never saw her as calm as when she slept, the though facade vanishing, physically exposing her kind heart in her sleep. Carefully, you escaped her embrace and got out of bed, looking for some clothes to put on in the mess you made in her room. You found your underwear, but none of your clothes was near to be found.

But Vi's red jacket was, and curiosity took the best of you.

You put it on quickly, staring at your reflection on the full-length mirror she had in her room. The scent of leather completely overshadowed by her own perfume on top. It felt good, comfortable even, just like the embrace you got out of.

Luckily you felt her strong arms wrapping you from behind as her chin rested on your shoulder, admiring your reflection wearing his favorite piece of clothing.

"Morning, cupcake. Told you my clothes would fit."

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Pursue - Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: How far can you push Hopper before he loses control?

Characters: Jim Hopper x female reader

Words: 5,310

Warnings: smut, language/dirty talk, light bondage, throat fucking, praise kink, implied age gap, I think that’s it? This is dirty smut so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. 

Author’s Note: This was written for sherrybaby14′s Fall Into You writing challenge. My prompt was to use the line “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

Pursue

Grinning with amusement, you twirled the phone cord around your finger and tried to sound innocent, though you both knew it was all an act. The mission was to drive Chief Jim Hopper mad with lust, and so far, your plan was working brilliantly.

You had been teasing him all day, starting in the morning when he had received a call right as he got to the office. You could practically feel his surprise at your bold words, detailing to him how you were still laying naked in bed and wrapped up in sheets that smelled like him, wishing he was there to satisfy the lust you were currently feeling. He had growled out that you were going to regret teasing him when he got off work, and when you baited him further by saying that maybe you should just pull out your vibrator and pretend it was him, he gave a strangled groan and hung up. You had called about an hour later, and when Flo answered and said Hopper was busy, you asked her to relay the vague message of, “I took care of the situation myself.”

It was now his lunch break, and you had, of course, taken advantage of the opportunity to call again, knowing that he couldn’t resist his curiosity about what else you’d have to say. You mentioned buying some new lingerie, a black lace teddy that clung to your curves like a second skin.

“The neckline goes down a bit too low, so that I’m almost popping out. And I had no idea that the back would be a thong, but oh well, too late to return it now,” you said with an exaggerated sigh, listening intently for his response.

Satisfaction darted through you at the unmistakable sound of increased breathing on the other end; you could clearly envision him in his office chair, leaning forward over his desk with a death grip on the receiver. The thought of him sitting there with a hard-on and trying to imagine what you looked like only served to ramp up your own desire, thighs squeezing together where you lounged on the couch in the aforementioned lingerie.

“Don’t you want to know why it’s too late to return it?” you pouted, biting your lip to stifle a giggle.

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HISTORY — a kirishima eijirou social media au

synopsis: y/n and kirishima have been friends since kindergarten up until their last year of middle school. unfortunate events started piling up and their strained relationship ended in a catastrophe.

warnings: mentions of drugs, depression, suicidal thoughts and death

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I Hate Him

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: You end up at a party, with the guy you fucking hate.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+. Alcohol usage. Lowkey non-conny (at first) Bakuhoe being a cocky little shit.

Characters are aged up, as always

(GIF is not mine)

Here you were, at a party you didn’t really want to be at, but you sucked it up for Mina. You weren’t much of a party animal, and there was one too many people here for your liking. After pouring yourself a cup of punch, you gently place the ladle back in the bowl, and take a sip.

“Oi! You’re blocking the bowl!” A familiar loud voice yells from behind you. Katsuki Bakugo, one of the reasons you didn’t want to come in the first place. You roll your eyes before turning your attention to him.

“I literally just finished pouring”

“Yeah, that’s how it works. You finish pouring, and then you move out the way so other people can get a drink, dumbass” You scoff before moving over.

“Happy? Asshole” You mumble the insult under your breath.

“What was that L/N? I couldn’t quite hear you” Instead of repeating yourself, you hold up a middle finger while walking away from him. Why did he have to be so damn annoying all the damn time? You lean against the wall, taking another swig of your drink.

“Hey hun!” Mina greets loudly, before noticing your expression. “Why do you look all pouty?” She asks, and you can tell she’s already drunk.

“Your douchebag of a friend is aggy as ever” You roll your eyes at the thought of his stupid face, angrily lifting the cup to your lips, and drinking more.

“Who? Bakugou?”

“Bingo”

“Bingo? Who’s Bingo?” Mina says, looking around as if trying to spot a person with that name.

“No, I meant, bingo as in-“ You cut yourself off, not wanting to further confuse the drunken pink woman. “Yes, Mina, I meant Bakugou”

“What did he do? I’ll go cuss him out right now if you want” She says defensively, making you smile.

“No, Mina. Go enjoy yourself! I can handle myself” You give her a hug, and she gives you a tight squeeze.

“You should enjoy yourself too! You barely ever come to parties. At least get tipsy or something!” You laugh at her words, lifting your cup. “I’m working on it” You say. She gives you a big smile, before wandering off to greet other guests.

After about an hour, you’ve finished your fourth cup of punch. Your chest is warm as you make your way back to the communal bowl. You carefully fill your cup again, swearing to yourself that this would be your last drink of the night. When you turn around, someone runs straight into you, knocking your freshly refilled cup right onto your shirt.

“Watch where you’re going, dipshit!” Bakugou yells over the music.

“Me?! You ran into me, fucking idiot!” You push him out of your way, angrily stomping towards Mina’s room. She had to have something you could fit into. Slamming the door behind you, you drag your hands down your face, letting out a drawn out breath. This was exactly why you barely ever went out. You’re so dead set on rummaging through the drawers, you don’t even notice the door open.

“What are you doing, dumbass?” The gruff voice asks.

“Please, leave me the fuck alone, Bakugou” He doesn’t reply, he just continues to watch you go through Mina’s clothes. After taking a deep breath, Bakugou removes his red flannel, leaving him in a black t-shirt. He walks towards your crouched body, and holds out the material for you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the small gesture, but you’re still pissed for him spilling the drink on you in the first place.

“Take the shirt, shitty woman” You angrily slap his hand away, making Bakugou’s eyes widen.

“I don’t want your stupid, fuckin shirt!” Yes, you were being a bit of a brat, but fuck him. He grabs onto your bicep, pulling you up to face him.

“What the fuck is your problem?! I’m trying to be nice!” He scowls at you, and you rip your arm from his grasp.

“Fuck you. If you were really trying to be nice, you would have apologized for doing this to me in the first place” You point down at your shirt, which is now soaked in red liquid.

“Cute bra” Bakugo smirks, the cheetah pattern was now more visible in the bedroom’s light. You cover your chest, glaring at the blonde in front of you.

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?” You roll your eyes, turning back towards the dresser.

“I have an even better question” He says, pressing himself against you, caging your body in between him and the dresser. “What do you have against me, L/N? Why do you hate me so much?”

“W-What are you doing?” You ask, hesitantly looking at him through the mirror. He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your back flush against his chest, so he can speak directly into your ear.

“I asked you a question, Y/N” Bakugou says. When you bite your lip instead of answering, that cocky smirk plays on his lips. “I’m tired of your little high and mighty act, Princess. I think it’s time I knocked you down a few pegs” His hand snakes around to your front, and under your skirt. “No panties?” He asks in an amused tone. Your head was foggy, everything was happening so fast. When you realize what he’s doing, you reach down to grab for his wrist, but it’s too late.

“What are you-“ Before you can finish your sentence, his finger is brushing against your clit.

“I’ve barely done a thing to you, and you’re already wet” He says confidently, collecting some of your juices, and rubbing it into circles against your sensitive button. Your face instantly heats up at his words, and you advert your eyes from the mirror.

“I don’t think you hate me, I think you just wanna fuck me” His breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “Is that it? You want me to fuck this wet little pussy of yours?” You close your eyes, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a moan. “If you want me to stop, just say so and I will” He says, circling your clit at a torturously slow pace. When you say nothing, Bakugou chuckles darkly. Speeding his pace slightly, he bites your ear, forcing a pathetic whimper to escape your lips.

“I think you can be louder than that” He taunts, pressing your clit a bit harder, and rubbing even faster. Your mouth falls open, letting out a slightly louder moan. “C’mon, Princess, they can’t hear you over that shitty, loud music. Let me hear you” You pant as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching, the bulge pressed against your ass, turning you on even more.

“You’re gonna cum already? How cute” His degrading tone makes your head spin, and you can’t help but moan loudly. Your hand winds tightly around Katsuki’s wrist, as a wave of pleasure crashes over your body. Your legs tremble underneath you. Had he not been pressing his body against yours, you might have fallen.

“You look really hot when you cum” He smirks, as he removes his hand from your throat, turning you around to face him. You glare up at him, as your ass presses against the wood dresser. “What? You still wanna act like you hate me?” Bakugou says, running his fingers through your fold to collect some of your slick. He brings his hand up, making sure you can also see wetness that covers them, “Usually people don’t get this wet for people they hate”

”S-shut up” You look away from him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your embarrassed face. Grabbing your face in his hand, he turns your head back toward him. For a moment, he stares in your eyes; orbs filled with mischief and lust. Then, he pulls you into a searing kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, as his hands grip your hips tightly. You groan into the kiss, your hands fumbling with his zipper. He breaks the kiss to rid himself of his pants, watching as you remove your liquor drenched shirt. He dives straight for your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, as your fingers tangle into his hair. A sweet moan leaves your lips, that makes his manhood twitch, and he groans against your skin. Bakugou smirks when he feels you palm him through his boxers.

“You’re so needy, Princess” You roll your eyes, and before you can retort, you’re being turned around and bent over the dresser.

“Next time those eyes roll, they’ll be because I’m fucking you so good” Bakugou gives your ass a hard smack, making you yelp. “I want you to look in that mirror, and watch me fuck you. Got it?” He says before giving you another smack.

“Yes!” You watch as he frees himself from his boxers, your eyes widening at his length, and girth. He rubs the head of his dick up and down your wet folds, lubricating himself before pushing into you. You mewl at the way he stretches you out, you’d never felt so full in your life. Barely giving you time to adjust, Bakugou is already thrusting into you at an unforgiving pace. Moans rip from your throat, not even caring if anyone can hear you.

“You’re a loud little slut, huh?” You groan at his words, as he continues to slam himself into you. “Would you have let just anyone fuck you tonight? Or is this tight little pussy all mine?” You writhe underneath him, your mind barely processing his question. He practically growls at the lack of answer, another loud smack to your ass ringing through the room. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, as he wraps his fingers around your throat, bringing your back up against his chest.

“I asked you a fuckin question” His thrusts never faltering.

“I-It’s all-fuck- it’s all yours” You finally moan out, and you can see that same cocky ass smirk in the mirror. Any other time you would have been annoyed, but right now, you were too caught up in pleasure to care. He turns your head towards him, kissing you aggressively. Bakugou swallows your wanton moans, feeding off your pleasure.

“Say my name” He says as he breaks the heated kiss.

“Katsuki, shit” His fingers tighten around your neck, while his other hand circles your clit. Your chest heaves as another orgasm begins to build itself up inside you. “Katsuki, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me then, Princess. Cum all over my dick” Your eyes roll back into your head at his words, and soon you’re coming undone. Eyes pinching shut, as your orgasm racks your entire body. Your loud moans only fueling the hot headed blonde’s ego even more.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin hot” He says, fucking you through your high, as he chases his own climax. Letting go of your throat, he pushes your back so you’re bent over the dresser again. Bakugou’s hands land on your hips in a bruising grip, your overstimulated body shaking, as he thrusts into you even deeper than before.

“S-Shit, I’m gonna cum” He says, slamming into you a couple more times, “Get on your knees” You obey his orders, and quickly get on your knees in front of him, opening your mouth wide and lolling your tongue out. You watch him stroke his dick a few times before his thick, white seed lands on your tongue. He groans as he continues to jerk himself, riding out his orgasm. Once he’s done, you close your mouth, and swallow, humming at his taste. He helps you up, chuckling slightly at your Bambi-like legs, and pulls you into a kiss. When he pulls away, he offers you his flannel again. This time you accept it. You feel his eyes on you as you as you button up the shirt.

“What are you staring at?” You look up at him as he zips his pants up.

“Just thinking, for someone who supposedly hates my guts, you sure did just let me rearrange yours”

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You hate him but still let him fuck? Super cliche I KNOW. Still, I hope you guys enjoy this ❤️ Let me know what yah wanna see next 😘

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