Medicine Pocket x gn!reader (suggestive)
When was the last time I wrote something? (Srry but this one is short)
Medicine Pocket hated everything about you, the way you talked, your sharp tongue, those nasty glances you gave them, and that confident aura you had during meetings.
Oh lord, just the thought of you was enough to ruin the mood.
So, how come you were now lying beneath them breathless and half undressed?
Those same eyes that used to stare at the disgusted were now burning with something new.
One of your arms was wrapped tightly around their waist while the other was around their neck, pulling them closer but just the other day you had the guts to sanitize your hand when they accidentally touched with their gloved one.
Even the way you called their name was different now.
How funny and yet so inconvenient.
The name Medicine Pocket out of your lips always felt like poison coated arrows, but this time it was like pure honey, so sweet and addictive.
The sight before them was so beautiful and satisfying, and Medicine Pocket was smart enough to know that this was an opportunity that would never show up again.
You were so vulnerable under their control, and this was a perfect moment to teach you a thing or two and fix that attitude of yours.
Definitely, after all of this, you would have begged for them and their talent and praised every single one of their works.
Your lips hungrily crashed together into a deep and desperate kiss. Hands greedily exploring the other and removing more fabric from your bodies.
Right now, you were just two fools who didn't know what they actually wanted, but let their bodies say what their ego couldn't bear to admit.
Little did you know that what was burning inside you was not hatred but mutual unrecognised attraction.
Needing some air, you broke the kiss receiving a pained moan from Medicine Pocket.
Fuck, how did you end up in a situation like this?
All you wanted to do was finally prove that you were better than that arrogant dog wannabe.
So how was it possible that one of the people you hated the most was now staring at you the same way a hunter does with their prey?
Why did they have to look so attractive even though their hair was a mess, their lips swollen, and their neck to collarbones covered in unholy marks.
This was completely unprofessional and unforgivable.
What was more infuriating was that nasty smug face of theirs, probably thinking they've won, but too bad you would be the one to ruin them instead.
Oh, you were going to be the one fixing that attitude.
