𝜗୧ ⸝⸝ Thinking about sexually repressed 𝓕irecracker who sneaks into your Vought tower suite to find relief from the stress of working under Homelander. ( 18+ )
“He’s so fuckin’ mean. He was such a jerk today,” she mutters into your swollen mouth, riding your thigh with vigour, her own knee pressing up against your pebbled clit.
You lazily nod along to her words, grinding your bare cunt against the soft pale skin of her thigh, searching for the same friction she’s eagerly seeking out against your leg.
A low whine tumbles out of her mouth—her red lipstick messy and smudged down onto her chin—as you rub harder against her, tugging her head back by her hair.
Lowering her face beneath yours, your gaze peruses down over her soured expression. “You’re not much better, y’know? Running around, chasing after that maniac like some sad neglected puppy.”
Firecracker groans, half-heartedly protesting while her face scrunches in pleasure, despite your words. Her teeth nip up at your lower lip, and she whispers, “Don’t call ‘im that. What happens when he blasts through that door and guts you for speakin’ about him that way, hm?”
“Well, I guess you’d lose your little stress toy, wouldn’t you?” you breathe out superciliously, the corners of your mouth curling up into a knowing smirk, watching her face twitch—the same way it always does when you press into that open wound. “It’s too bad… ‘cause you need me. You pretend you hate this, but you need it. I know you do. You always keep coming back to me… to this. For this.”
She tries to scoff, as if your words hold no truth, but the way her body arches into yours says it all. She does need you. You’re the only thing keeping her sane in this artificial hellscape, even if it’s too painful for her to admit.
“Shut up,” she finally murmurs, almost begging as her hips roll against yours again. Her mouth falls into a petulant frown, her cerulean eyes forlorn and rounded in need, searching between yours. “Just fuck me with your fingers already. I’ll be good, I promise. Whatever you want from me. Just need to distress and I’ll be good again, I swear it.”