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Taken Care Of 3 || Peter Ballard x Reader

<Part 2

Summary: You want to repay Peter for all the things he’s done for you

Warnings: dom!peter, ddlg themes, smut, spanking, fem!reader, dark!peter, oral(m. receiving), praise kink

Word Count: 4.3k

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Peter.

That’s all you could think about. His words, scent, and touch clouded your mind, making it so you couldn’t think. He continued to leave the house and cater to your every need.

“I’m going to get supplies darling.”

“We need more food, I’ll be back in a little while.”

“You need more clothes, my love.”

You wanted for nothing with him, he always knew what you needed before you even realized that you needed it. Your skin tingled with his touch, his tongue doing wonders to your body, your nerves constantly on fire. He did everything for you.

What was keeping him from leaving you? What could you do for him?

You couldn’t do anything, you were practically helpless without him, not knowing a thing about the world. Not knowing how to handle a neighbor saying hello or a dog barking outside. Peter was the only thing keeping you afloat in the world, the only person you trusted.

And yet, even though you wanted desperately to be somewhat helpful to Peter you couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of the door being knocked on.

“Hello? Is anyone home,” the voice called.

You could tell that it was a male, several of them.

“We know you’re in there, we just want to talk,” he continued.

You wanted to curl in on yourself, to feel Peter wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You tried to control your breathing but found yourself suffocating, the shirt you were wearing beginning to feel tight. The weight of the world was heavy on your shoulders as your head raced in a panic.

“Please go away,” you called back weakly, knowing that they wouldn’t hear you.

The knocking continued to get louder and louder, more aggressive. You were taken back to when you were at the lab, the guards beating on your door to get you up in the morning. The white walls and smell of disinfectant, the constant click-clacking of heeled nurses walking on tile so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The needles that poked at your inner elbow every day, the loud buzzing of tasers, and the soft, mean sound of papa’s voice. Peter could have left you there. But he didn’t.

Stop being useless and do something for once.

“I’m coming,” you called softly, before cautiously walking to the door.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your need for Peter showing more and more as you inched your way to the door. Every day reinforced your dependence on him. How could he go out there and not die from fear? You couldn’t even answer the door without trembling.

“Yes,” you said meekly trying to look them in the eyes but failing.

“Hello ma’am,” one said.

You glanced at them quickly noting their matching green jackets and intimidating auras.

“Did you need something,” you whispered.

“What,” one asked not hearing you. “Lady, are you alright?”

“Andy shut up,” the blond one said sharply making you jump slightly. “Ma’am we’re looking for this kid. Have you seen him?”

He held up a picture of an unruly-looking kid with long hair and a crooked smile. He looked harmless.

“I’m afraid I haven’t,” you got out. “I’m sorry.”

You began to close the door and back away, seeing as you had answered their question. You felt a slight twinge of confidence enter your system at the successful socialization before a hand blocked you from closing the door.

Something was wrong, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

“Sorry, but um,” the blond one chuckled, trying to come off as harmless. “See, this kid has done some really bad things.”

You saw nothing more than a threat in them. What were they still doing here? Are they like the guards? Would Peter be mad if they died? You didn’t want Peter mad at you.

“He killed someone, ya know,” he continued trying to push himself into the house.

Would Peter be mad if you didn’t kill them? Who were they to Peter? WHAT IF THEY’RE FROM THE…

“Hey!”

All you’re heads snapped to the sound of the voice, a car now there.

“What are you doing?”

Peter.

You sighed internally.

“Sorry sir, we’re just asking this young lady if she’s seen, someone. We didn’t mean to bother her.”

You opened your mouth to object but closed it, scared of arguing.

“Really,” Peter mocked, getting out of the car and making powerful strides toward you, anger displayed on his features.

“Yeah, man. No need to worry,” the one with the hat said.

“Why don’t you go and ask someone else about your missing person,” Peter seethed, continuing to look at the blond one.

“Hey, why don’t you mind your own business,” the one with the hat stated pushing Peter on the chest.

You felt a low buzz of electricity enter your system, anger, and fear overloading your brain. Your breathing was becoming sporadic not knowing what to do, just knowing that Peter could be hurt. You didn’t want him to get hurt.

Peter snapped his eyes to you before shaking his head and signaling you to stop.

“Take your posse and leave. We don’t want any trouble,” he growled still paying no mind to the one that pushed him, focusing all his attention on the blond, angering Andy.

“Andy,” the blonde one shouted making him freeze. “They didn’t do anything, let’s go. We’re awfully sorry ma’am.”

He paused to look at you.

“Sir,” he acknowledged Peter before walking away, hiding a snake hiss in his eyes.

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“Why did you open the door,” Peter asked, a soft glare on his features. “You know the rules and yet you disobeyed me.”

You felt the seam of the sofa dig into the back of your thigh as you chewed on the flaky skin from your lips in embarrassment.

“I just wanted to,” you started softly.

“Oh, you wanted to,” he mocked. “Tell me what did you want to do?”

You looked down, realizing that you couldn’t argue you’re point, your fingers began to pick at the skin near your cuticle, the dry skin catching on the sharp of your fingernail. Your tear ducts burned with unspilled tears and your lungs suffocated you, as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Peter seethed above you, a vein popping at his temple. You heard him pop his neck and sigh, realizing that you did the exact opposite of what you wanted. You had stressed him out even more, making yourself a nuisance.

“I didn-,” you began.

“Stop talking,” he growled, his tone clipped and chilled.

He had never used that tone with you before, only with two and three when they bullied you.

“I don’t have the energy to punish you,” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Just go to our room and stay there while I make dinner.”

You wanted to speak up yet didn’t want to stress him out more, so you trudged to your shared room with your head hung low. The floor felt sharp on your feet as the cold seeped into your bones through your socks, bringing goosebumps to your skin. You could hear Peter sighing, then his footsteps walking towards the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t hear you.

You continued to your bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The bed, which was usually a source of comfort, only brought more negative thoughts as you clamored under the covers. The hurt you felt continued to grow, leaving you emotionally exhausted. Your limbs felt heavy against the soft bedding and your eyelids began to droop. You could feel the sleepiness wrap around your eyes, as the world started to become dark.

“Fuck!”

You jumped, heart beating faster at the noise. Your hands tremored at the scare as you blinked the sleep from your eyes. Your feet moved before you could think, rushing to the sound of the noise. Peter. You could hear your feet hitting the floor in small pitter patters. You knew how Peter felt about you running in the house but you couldn’t help it, the sound of his distress making you panic.

“Peter,” you called out as you reached the kitchen, slightly sliding in the socks you wore as you came to an abrupt stop.

“I’m fine, dear,” Peter strained, holding his finger over the sink under running water.

You could see the blood sprinkled in the water as it ran down the drain. You watched as his blonde curls fell over his eyes while he watched his cut finger bleed. Your heart yearned for him to look at you with love as he did the night before. The vein that was previously there was gone, replaced with a frustrated furrow of his brow.

“Let me help,” you said softly.

“No,” Peter started with a small shake of his head. “Go back to ou-”

“Please let me help,” you whimpered cutting him off.

You played with your fingers and found yourself trying to look at Peter in his eyes, failing every time.

“I want to prove that I can be useful.”

With a small step, you gently grabbed ahold of his cut hand and led him to the bathroom. Peter relished the feel of your hands on him, even if he was mad at you. He smiled as he heard the soft sound of your clothed feet on the cold hardwood floors. His heart warmed at the look on your face, desperate to please him and make up for your mistake.

“Sit,” you commanded softly, motioning for him to sit on the toilet.

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, following your instructions.

You ran back to the kitchen in a hurry, as if Peter’s life was on the line. The cold was forgotten as you rushed to find the first aid kit under the sink. You smiled softly to yourself at the thought of Peter being happy with you again, being proud of you.

Praising you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of his sweet words. Memories ran through your head as you gathered the things you needed to nurse Peter’s cut.

“Is everything alright,” Peter called, growing tired of waiting.

“Yes,” you called back rushing to finally be done.

You gathered everything in your arms and rushed back to the bathroom, kicking yourself for spacing out when Peter needed you.

“Someone took her time,” Peter joked, hands itching to grab you and hold you close.

“Sorry, Peter. I-” you paused. “-couldn’t find the first aid kit.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgment before going silent and allowing you to work. You kneeled before him to inspect the wound, holding the cut close to your face. The cut was small but deep, which was why it kept bleeding.

“How did you cut yourself so bad,” you questioned, worry etched on your face as you looked up at him.

“Well, I wasn’t paying attention,” Peter smiled.

“Oh,” you said softly, returning your focus to the bleeding finger. “I’ll clean up all the blood and-”

Peter zoned out as you continued to talk, no doubt trying to make up for your mistake, not knowing that Peter had already forgiven you. The real reason he wasn’t paying attention was that he was annoyed with himself. How could he have let you stay home alone for so long?

“My love,” he began, cutting you off.

“Yes,” you replied, smiling up at him softly as you finished bandaging his finger.

The sight of you between his legs, smiling at him on your knees had him adjusting himself and spreading his legs to ease the strain against his pants. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, while you looked up at him confused, with one hand on his and the other on his knee.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I am angry that you opened the door for strangers, knowing that you shouldn’t.”

You shrunk into yourself, looking down ashamed.

“I’m really sorry, Peter,” you whispered, your voice barely there.

“I know, dear. However, like said, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long-”

“Peter, no,” you started. “You do all these things for me and all I do is sit around and do nothing. I’m powerful and I can hurt people too and yet I ca-.”

“I’d never want you to do that, it’s my job to take care of you,” Peter elaborated, cutting you off and placing his hands on your cheeks. “Come here.”

He moved you to his lap and bit his lip at the friction you provided. The thin pants you were wearing didn’t do much, the texture of your underwear rubbing against his thigh.

“But I want to take care of you too,” you whispered, looking down at your fingers.

“What,” Peter smiled softly, leaning his ear into you.

“I want to take care of you too,” you repeated into his ear.

Your cuteness made Peter chuckle. Your wide eyes showing your sincerity as you fiddled with your fingers was a sight that made Peter’s cheeks turn maroon.

“You want to take care of me,” Peter laughed, his blond curls bouncing in delight.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “What’s so funny about that.”

Your heart had dropped the moment Peter began to laugh.

“No, my love, I’m not laughing at you. Don’t pout at me.”

You didn’t stop pouting, in fact, you were closer to tears than you were dry eyes.

“I promise I’m not laughing at you,” Peter continued, calming down. “You’re just so cute.”

You stayed silent.

Peter took your silence as you not believing him and brought his hands to your waist.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

You did as he said silently, looking down in embarrassment, slightly cringing and feeling the cold floor on your feet.

“Look at me,” he commanded once more.

With a sigh you brought your eyes to him, fighting against the urge to look down again. Peter’s hands found the back of your thighs and began to rub them gently.

“You want to take care of me,” he questioned once more.

You nodded again, bringing your gaze back down to the floor.

“Ah-ah,” Peter tutted. “Look at me.”

Your eyes stuttered as you tried to look at him once more, feeling your feet shift in place, the weight of Peter’s gaze heavy. Peter couldn’t help but swoon at your dilemma, he knew of your upbringing in the lab and how hard it was for you to look at people. However, he couldn’t care less. He needed your eyes on him. There was something about having your eyes on him, knowing of the things he’s done, and still being able to have your soft, loving gaze on him. Wanting him.

“There we go,” he praised, once you finally looked at him. “So pretty.”

You fought hard not to look back down, the compliment melting your insides and making your heart beat faster. Your hands shook as you brought them to Peter’s firm shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Come with me,” Peter stood suddenly, grabbing your hands off his shoulders and placing kisses on both of them.

You followed behind him dutifully, walking to your shared room. Peter finally dropped your hands and began to unbutton his shirt, facing away from you. You couldn’t do anything but stand there, waiting for his instructions. Feeling a now familiar rush enter your veins and find a home in your brain, the same thrill you got when Peter first put his tongue on you. Your chest began to rise and fall quicker and quicker, thickly swallowing, and shifting where you stood.

“Sit on the bed,” he instructed, turning around and running his hands through his hair.

You were quick to listen and obey, rushing to the bed and sitting dutifully. You looked up at him expectedly.

“Aren’t you an eager little thing,” he chuckled softly, making his way to you slowly.

You shivered as he took his time to walk over to you, feeling his warmth as he stood in between your legs. You looked up at him as he weaved his fingers into your hair, softly tugging at the strands, careful not to hurt you. He looked down at you with love and admiration, a sharp contrast to how he looked at you earlier.

“Kiss me,” Peter commanded, leaning down to meet your lips.

You connected your lips and brought your hands to his waist, feeling his milky skin against yours. Peter moaned at the feeling of your icy fingertips on his bare waist, fingers tightening around your hair as he reacted to your touch. Your tongues danced around each other, slipping and rolling, saliva rolling down your chin and dripping onto your lap. The lack of oxygen had your stomach spinning, making you try to pull your head away for air. But Peter refused to give you a break, following where your head went and pulling you closer to him.

He moved to straddle you, placing his knees on either side of your hips. His chest now coming into contact with yours, feeling your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Don’t,” he paused to kiss you again, hands caging your face. “Pull away from me.”

He kissed you once more as if he was a kid in a pool coming up for air before.

“You wanted to take care of me, so you will.”

His chest rose and fell with yours. The tidal wave in your stomach was jump-started as your nipples rubbed together with his, causing him to grind into you.

“Fuck,” he whimpered against you, before nipping at your bottom lip.

He continued to straddle you as he caught his breath, hands still caging your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes searched yours, loving the feel of them on him. He got up slowly, moving to lay against the pillows, the same position you were in when he tasted you.

“Come here,” he demanded, still out of breath.

His curls fell over his eyes while his cheeks were a rosy shade of pink, his lips coated in saliva, not knowing if it was yours or his. He watched as you crawled over to him, straddling him as he had done you. You felt the fabric of his jeans rub against your core, making you subconsciously grind against his thigh.

“Look at you,” he smiled, his hands finding your waist. “Humping my leg like a dog. I thought you wanted to take care of me.”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, hips stilling at his words.

You fought against the urge to grind once more as you gazed at his figure. His milky skin was littered with scratches some from you and some from the guards at the lab, his curls fell perfectly onto the pillows that surrounded him, his pupils dilated as he looked at you with a predatory glare.

“Take my pants off,” he instructed firmly, looking at you through hooded eyes.

Silently and nervously, you slid down to allow yourself to take off his belt and unbutton his pants. Peter watched you fervently, feeling every twitch of your fingers, watching as your brows furrowed in concentration. Your desire to please him leaking onto your face. Your fingers fiddled with his belt, latching onto the leather and slowly dragging it out of the loopholes.

“There you go,” Peter breathed, hand mindlessly toying with his curls.

You held your breath as you unbuttoned his pants slowly, making sure not to mess up. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move with anticipation. You didn’t want to disappoint him, not after everything he’s done for you. As you pulled at his pants your thighs rubbed together, finding a little friction on your clit before yelping at Peter’s hand on your ass.

“Stop that,” he commanded. “I thought tonight was about me? I don’t want to have to keep reminding you, my love.”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I won’t do it again,” you frowned, internally beating yourself up.

The look on your face only made Peter harder, he was only teasing but the fact that you had taken it seriously showed your dedication. His chest rose and fell quicker, his lip finding its way between his teeth, and his hand coming down from your ass to find your head, caressing your hair. He picked his hips up to assist you and you brought your eyes up to him, a silent ‘thank you’ swirling in your eyes. He felt the denim leaving his legs finally, gazing upon you as you looked at him expectedly, awaiting instruction. Your eyes flit from his cock, to his face, and then down at your fingers, his gaze too scary for you to handle and his cock too vulgar for you to comprehend.

“Lick it,” he said simply. “Just like those lollipops papa would give you after completing your tasks.”

Your body began moving of its own accord. Your lips quirked up in an interested manner but your eyes betrayed you. You had no idea what you were doing. Your fingers stuttered as you reached out for his dick, barely holding it, as if it would break in your hands.

“Hold it tighter,” he breathed, abs quivering in excitement, longing to feel your mouth.

Following his instruction, you gripped his dick harder, your breathing getting shallower as you brought it to your lips. Peter held his breath as he felt yours on his tips, the warmth of your exhales tickling the head of his cock. You adjusted yourself, laying down on your stomach. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you licked his dick from base to tip, tasting his pre as you swallowed.

“There we go,” he breathed. “Give me some more. Relax your throat.”

Peter gazed at you through hooded eyes, enjoying how you became more adventurous. Wrapping your lips around his head and swirling your tongue around it, playing with his slit out of curiosity. His hands gripped the sheets, veins popping around his forearms. He wanted to be gentle with you and ease you into this but, you were making it extremely difficult.

“Stroke it. Yes, just like that,” he whined. “Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

Tears kissed your eyes at his words, that’s all you wanted. To be told that you were helping him, being good. Your hand dragged up and down while you played with his tip, tongue rolling against the underside of his head. Peter’s hips bucked, throwing you off balance and making you release his cock.

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, my dear.”

Your hand found his length once more, stroking it slowly sending Peter into a frenzy.

“Don’t be,” you whimpered. “It just caught me off guard.”

Learning from the experience, you leaned back down and took him in your mouth, going further than the tip, forcing your head down. Peter let out a guttural moan at this, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt. Your eyes flitted up to look at him and the sight that greeted you was heavenly. His curls were matted, sticking up in odd places. His face was flushed completely, a soft red making its way down his neck. His lips were swollen and saliva kissed, opened in a permanent ‘o’. Finally, one arm was behind his head holding onto the pillows and the other was holding onto the sheets, his muscles on full display for you; flexing and relaxing at the stimulation you were giving.

You came back up for a split second, taking a deep breath, saliva still connecting your lips to his cock, before going back down. One of your hands came up to stabilize yourself, placing your palm flat on his lower abdomen, and the other continued to stroke the base of his dick. You closed your eyes, as you tried to look relax your throat, struggling to control your gag reflex. Tears tickled your cheeks as you tried to hold yourself there. Opening your eyes, you looked up at him again.

“You look so beautiful,” he breathed hooded eyes finding yours.

You whimpered at that, coming back up, and stroking his cock in response, not wanting him to go a minute without pleasure. The drool left behind allowed your hand to move faster. Peter’s chest mirrored your hand moving faster and faster, his pants whiny and light. His thighs quivered as pleasure coursed through him, sparks of electricity causing him to buck into your hand. Squeezing him tighter and keeping your speed, you watched on your stomach as his toes curled at the overwhelming delight. You brought your mouth back over to his tip, swirling his head.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, saliva sticking to his throat making it hard to swallow.

His hips didn’t stop bucking, your mouth bringing his ecstasy closer and closer, his head spinning at the warmth and stickiness around his cock. His veins around his arms continued to pop as he clenched at the duvet, constant sparks laying claim to his lower back before jumping down to his toes and back up to his head, his orgasm surprised you. Warm, sticky ropes of white shooting to the back of your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

Small ‘hahs’ and ‘mmhs’ left Peter’s lips as he tried to catch his breath. A small trickle of cum escaped from the corner of your mouth, making Peter shiver as you looked up at him with an innocent look of shock. You felt his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair as he looked at you with love and pride, a small smile falling onto your lips.

“I might have to use your mouth more often, my love,” he sighed, his hand coming down to your cheek. “You took care of me so well.”

His thumb captured the liquid pleasure dripping down your chin before forcing it back into your mouth, loving the feeling of your tongue swirling around his finger.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

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A/n: This will be the last part of the Taken Care Of series. I hope ya'll enjoyed it ♡

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v1sexual · 6 days ago

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Gym buddy Vi ! Head-canons + small blurb 𖦹

sfw & nsfw ! nsfw under the cut !

note :

this is lowkey ass guys im not even gonna lie :,) i haven’t written for a year so im really rusty 🫡 anyways ,, hope u guys enjoy ! (my asks are open as well <3)

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sfw !

Gymbuddy Vi! Who you always had teeny tiny crush on after seeing her absolutely go nuts on one of the punching bags.

Gymbuddy Vi! Whose first encounter with you was when she saw you deadlifting and noticed your form was a bit off so she decided to walk up to you and give you a couple of pointers.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who you found out lived in the same apartment complex as you.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who always helped you out at the gym. Whether it’s spotting, helping you with weights, or motivating you to do another rep.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who agreed to teach you a bit of kickboxing when you begged her to, after watching her totally wreck the punching bag.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who texts you if you’re going to the gym then waits for you outside your door, and drops you off at your door after the gym session.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who brings you pre-workout, protein shakes, or an energy drink everytime you go the gym.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who was totally not looking at how your ass looked in those cute mini biker shorts.

nsfw !

Gymbuddy Vi! Who can’t help but gawk at your breasts that one time you decided to change right in front of her. Her eyes focused on your chest as you wiped the sweat with your shirt.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who only took her eyes off you when you cleared your throat, you raised an eyebrow at her. An amused look present at your face.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who apologized and pulled a crappy excuse out her ass and started changing.

Gymbuddy Vi! Whose eyes found its way back to you, and boy was she surprised to see you bent over slipping your gym short off revealing the pink thong you wore underneath.

Gymbuddy Vi! Who was lowkey disappointed when you immediately put some sweatpants on.

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“You alright vi?” you called out, still in your sports bra. Vi hummed, slowly peeling her eyes off you. She took her shirt off, your eyes went wide as you got a clear view of the tattoo on her back.

“I didn’t know your back tattoo was that big,” you called out, slipping a hoodie on. Vi turned her head towards you, “Wanna see it up close?” she teased.

You shrugged and started walking towards her. “Can I touch you?” You asked, Vi raised an eyebrow and you immediately stumbled on your words. “I meant your back- I just wanted to take a closer peak at the tattoo. The design just looked really-“

Vi lets out an amused laugh and turned her back on you, “Go ahead shortcake. I don’t mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you placed your hand on her back. Gently tracing the intricate pattern of her back tattoo. As an art major, you’ve always loved seeing unique designs be it on canvas, digital art, or tattoos. Tattoos are what piques your interest the most though, you loved how all tattoo designs are personal, you loved how the intricate pattern of ink on a person’s skin tells a story.

Vi lets out a low groan which pulled you from your thoughts, you quickly took your hand off her back.

“Sorry,” you murmured. Eyes still fixed on Vi’s back. Vi turned to look at you, her cheeks flushed and goosebumps littered her skin. “It’s alright shortcake, I didn’t mind.”

You and Vi stared at each other for what felt like forever, and the next thing you know you were pinned against the lockers. Vi’s face a couple inches away from yours. You could feel her breath on your lips, her eyes never left yours as she slowly leans in.

When Vi’s lips met yours you were caught off guard. You expected her kiss to be hard and rough, but instead her lips moved softly against yours. Her hands resting on your waist as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“I’ve been waiting forever to do that,” Vi whispered against your lips as you broke from the kiss. You gave her a cheeky smile, “Took you long enough.”

Your lips met again, but this time the kiss was harder. Vi slipped her hands inside your jacket, feeling the soft skin of your stomach. You let your head rest against the locker when Vi buried her head in your neck. She started leaving trails of small soft kisses on your skin as her hands rest just below the strap of your bra.

“Can I—“ Before Vi could even finish her sentence, the locker room door slammed open. She immediately stepped back and quickly put on a shirt just before a couple of girl entered the room. They didn’t pay you two any mind and started gathering their things.

Vi quickly grabbed both of your gym bags, her free hand clasped yours as she leads you out of the locker room. “How about we continue this at home?” She whispered, leaning down to your ear level. You rolled your eyes playfully and hummed in response, as you two walked hand in hand towards your apartment.

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