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You're messing with me - victor spir

⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . "Why the fuck -- would I mess with you?"

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" Like that better. " Than just a plain old yes or no. It gives him that feeling of power he gives up most of the time under Roman's thumb. And he may not be all hers, but part of him was.

" Course, babe. " Said back to her with a kiss in reassurance despite knowing that wasn't true.

SPIRIT SHRIEKS, BUT SHE'S NOT AFRAID. She trusts Victor—as foolish and as lovestruck as that is.

"We're good if you're good, baby." She sits up to kiss his cheek. She doesn't mind his need for reassurance; it helps her, too. "You're mine. You're all mine."

She wishes.

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Despite panting Victor leans over her sightly and pulls at her bruising thigh to watch his essence pulse out of her proudly, like the freak he was. And there's a smirk on his face as he looks up at her but brow furrows at her words.

"That a good or bad thing?" Asked as he's unsure how to take that.

THEY DON'T NEED TO TALK. His eagerness kind of speaks for itself. She stops trying to form words—which is for the best; his force began to render her incoherent—and trails off into mindless whimpering and moaning. His final thrust into her is so deep in her cunt that she cries out, tears blurring her eyes, stomach churning.

Fuck— is right. Cum pulses out of her in the come(ha)down. They sit side by side on the couch, breathing heavily, chests heaving.

"I can never tell when you're all worked up and horny until you're actually fucking me. You're sneaky about it."

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There's a nod in understanding as he stands and picks her right up once he's standing, chucking her over his shoulder as he's feeling particularly possessive at the moment. Once in room she's dropped on bed and he sits beside her to begin removing clothes from the day.

" So , we're -- actually good now, right? " Made sure -- excuse him he's use to Roman playing games with his feelings.

THAT MAKES HER STOMACH FLUTTER. Relief coats her insides at the same time, dizzying her immensely.

"I know," she says softly. But he isn't hers, not entirely. Victor belongs to Roman. "Let's go to bed. This was fucking—a lot."

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He gives a pinch to her chin with hands. That grin of his soon coming over features.

" You know you're my girl. " More like he needed to remind himself of that at this moment.

AN AGGRESSIVE KISS IS STILL A KISS. And, really, with him, why would she judge something for being too aggressive? She kind of loves it.

"I—"

Her words fail. She just smiles at him.

"Thank you."

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Pushing up her thighs Victor loses himself in her completely. He's not even listening to what she had to say anymore, he's heard it all before anyway so it didn't matter much. He's just chasing that euphoria of a climax and when it hits, it hits hard. His fingers tightening at her thighs as muscles lock and he seems to fall forward into her as one hand pushes at the back of couch to not actually put his full weight on her.

He's gasping for breath as he pushes himself back up. "Fuck--" being all he can manage out at the moment before pulling out and pushing her leg to the side so he can fall into the other side of couch.

"Oh, fuck, fuck—"

He gets so positively beastly like this, like some kind of animal or monster. And the fact that he's going to leave little marks on her thighs—maybe bruises, after the red fades—would have her weak-kneed and sick to her stomach if she weren't so busy being fucked into the couch.

"You're—" big? Hurting me? So good? Perfect, perfect, perfect? He's heard it all from her before, so she doesn't see it necessary to elaborate. She just has to take it—sucking on her own fingers to muffle her moans.

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . A guttural groan leaves Victor as he feels her tighten around him. But it just makes him want to go at her harder, but he resists the urge because he doesn't want to lose himself right away.

But that doesn't stop him from smacking into her in hard thrusts as his hands come to the back of her thighs to keep them up and apart as he plunges into her hard and deep. Grip on her legs tight enough to leave some reddening.

WHAT'S SO FUNNY? Don't answer that—'cause even if she's being laughed at, Spirit's grinning, all teeth. Completely in heaven.

Enveloping his cock, she takes him as deep as she can—tightening, shuddering, jaw slackening. It's too difficult to maintain that massive smile while he's on top of her.

"Fu-uck—fuck—" Give her a second to adjust. Or don't. She likes the sensory overload, squirming where he holds onto her.

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . That whine honestly speaks for itself. Still, he doesn't give into it right away. Just grins down at her and laughs to himself.

It's only after she says it that he stops holding himself back. A hand coming down to align himself before pushing inside. Hands grip at her hips as he bucks forward harshly. Letting his knees fall into couch as he leans over her, hips beginning an unsteady pace.

SHE ENDURES SO MUCH THAT SHE, ARGUABLY, SHOULD NOT. But being his whore is thrilling, especially in the context of taking off their clothes. In general, too.

"Victor—"

A pitiful, keening whine. Who could possibly deny her? Only someone completely evil, perhaps.

"What do you want me to say? I really, really want it. You know that." Holding her bent legs by the spread shins. Looking up at him with eyes impossibly big. What else is there?

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Pants and boxers come off, he kicks them aside out of the way before leaning forward to take her panties off.

"Yeah, cos you're a fuckin' whore. My fuckin' whore." Grated out with a grin as he crouches slightly, rubbing his cock against her just to tease and feel some of that warmth. And though it makes him fucking shiver he doesn't proceed. "How bad you want it?"

SHE NODS, WHORISHLY EAGER. Her hands—steady; she's been here many times before—go to undo his belt, tossing it aside. His zipper comes down next, and then all the rest, boxers included.

You know what you're good at. That would offend many other girls. However.

"I like when you grab me like that. Obviously."

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Eyes fall from hers as she places her feet on couch. Head crooks over to the side as she reveals that little wet spot and he lets out a surprised, "Oooh." But it's all croaked and sounds weird.

"All wet for me already." And he places hands on her knees to spread her legs farther apart. Placing himself further between them. "Take 'em off." Demanded with a gesture to his own slacks.

SHE'S STILL LOOKING UP. Big, fuck-me eyes. Dirty grin. They read each other exceptionally well. And it's kind of a miracle that she still wants him this badly; what can't he get away with?

She spreads her legs, then takes it even further by placing her feet up onto the couch. Fully revealed to him—the little wet spot on her panties, underneath her dress.

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . He knew that look well. Tries not to grin at it but fails. It's hard to resist that look in her eyes for him after all. He doesn't really get it anywhere else.

"You know what you're good at." Knee knocks into her knees to suggest she open hers as it was what he was suggesting with words.

LITTLE MISS GIRL HAD A DREAM LIKE THIS ONE TIME. Good things do come to those who try to punch the evil henchman they'rre dating!

She bounces like a rag doll as she lands on the couch cushion, looks up at Victor like she's starving for him.

"Make me good at it," she suggests. "Or tell me what I am good at. You're mean."

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . When she tests his force he just squeezes her wrist tighter and he walks her backwards towards couch. A push given so she falls back into it.

"You're not good at this." Said though he knew she wouldn't have actually beat him this way but it's just light teasing.

OOH, HE'S STRONG.

She tests the force of his fingers around her wrist. Her free hand goes to his chest—partially to balance herself when he yanks her, partially just to touch him.

"You asked me to! You asked me to. What was I supposed to do?"

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Victor grins as he watches her take stance once more, it seems she's gained some confidence with the last hit. Still, that doesn't stop him from catching her wrist when she throws that other hook his way. And he uses grip to pull her in close. "Nice try."

SHE DID IT! Spirit laughs, too—a softer, shorter sort of giggle. Her knuckles sting from making contact with his face, but she shakes her hand out and doesn't say anything about it. She wants to be tough.

This time, she wants to make up for her shitty little play-punch to his shoulder. So she aims another right hook, arm swinging wide.

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . Oh shit! She actually catches him by surprise where she ends up hitting him. And Victor croaks out a laugh, that might sound unsettling to anyone else. A shake of head's given before rubbing at nose. "Attagirl. Go again."

Encouraged, but this time he had all intents of stopping any blow she tried to take since he'd already given her a freebie before.

HARD AS SHE CAN? Spirit isn't even sure how hard that is. She's impulsively bitch-slapped a few girls, poured a few drinks, shoved Harris here and there—but it has always been sloppy.

She resumes her fighter's pose. She braces herself like she's the one about to take a hit.

Then, a quick and surprisingly powerful jab—to the right of his nose, under his eye.

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⋆ ❤︎ 🐾 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . He grins wider back, those silver teeth on full display as he watches her take stance. And he laughs at that little hit to shoulder. "C'mon. You can do better than that." Hands waved his way in encouragement and he crouches a bit, gesturing to his face. "Right here. Hard as you can."

OH, SHIT! She grins—always grinning, around him, so happy in her deluded little world. She takes a classic fighter's pose, fists raised, and aims a playful right hook at his shoulder.