Can I please get some hate fucking headcanons w/Rishima ? Male reader!
🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : black forest cake !! . . . scientist ⊹ male reader .
. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ rishima singhania
𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪ who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic workaholic scientist, who carries an entire hero organisation on her back, her science work and motherhood all at the same time
ּ ֗ recepit ℘ ... she was the greatest mind of litharia, you were a great biologist. both of you sharing one big passion. hating each other, passionately⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . hatefucking . stem rivals .
Rishima was known as Litharia's greatest mind. Someone who has provided theories that won awards and schematics that advanced technology in ways that some could only dream of. And you? You were regarded as one of the greatest researchers in regards to microbiology, disease assessment and medical advancement as a whole. The biology to her chemistry and physics.
This meant that the both of you should have got along, right? After all, your fields often intersected, specifically for the inter-dimensional teleportation travel. You were the name she was given to run through her schematics and their affects on the human body. Often some of your apparatuses were invented by her. You work often brought the both of you together. But here's the thing —
You couldn't stand each other. She was too confident, you were too prideful, neither of you backed down from each other in board meetings filled with hundreds of other professionals in your field. Often talk shows would invite you both together, and it would turn into a debate on life television.
It infuriated you, it frustrated her. The frustrating way in which you'd maintain eye contact with her in every situation — how she'd brush past you just enough to ghost your skins. Leaving you wanting while she's all smug.
"Professor Singhania, how lovely seeing you here?" "Can't say the same, Doctor." "I heard your latest hypothesis was rejected." "Well, it had your input."
The tension was just as palpable on media as it was between the sheets. It started as an accident, really. You'd both been arguing in her office about the project that you'd both been assigned by the board. A horrible decision by the others, truly. You couldn't come to an agreement, but you definitely managed to settle for her on your cock and her tongue down your throat.
"You're suckin' me in - fuck,"
"You're too fuckin' sensitive."
Your jaw ticked. Hands squeezed tighter on the fat of her ass and your hips found a new vigour. The momentary blissful suffocation fried your brain, but you were promptly brought back to life by that damn mouth of hers.
Wet slapping filled the room. Balls pounding against her soft ass as you slammed her down with every rough drive your dick made upwards. Carving yourself into her walls and hitting a gummy spot that sent her head back.
Scarlet nails dug into your shoulders. From the angle you just barely caught those sharp eyes rolled back. She couldn't keep her moans down — and oh, after hearing how sinfully sweet their sounded? You weren't going to let her.
Your thumb trapped her clit and swirled. As if trying to prove a point. As if trying to break her for all that she was. You grinned at her depraved whine and brought her down all the way, cunt clenched tight around your base as she squelches pretty little bubbles.
"Are you sure I'm the sensitive one, baby?" You chuckled - but it caught in a groan as she intentionally clenches and buried her teeth into your neck. You nearly crumble, nearly falter.
But you have a point to prove, so you power your hips with all your frustration and start pistoning up into her until she's drooling.
"Fuck -" she gulped, hands moving to bury into your back neck. "You're so - desperate."
You huffed a laugh, swallowed your own whine and shallowly fucked into the spot you knew had her creaming around you.
"And you're the most pathetic whore I know."
"Fuck you."
"You are, dollface."
You swore it would never happen again. Wrote each other off as enemies and nothing more. That's what you kept telling yourselves, but only one of those statements were correct.
Suddenly, she was pinned to an empty hallway of an international conference. You've ridden that damned mermaid skirt of her up and propped her over your shoulders. She wanted to berate and batter at you all through the meeting, so why not see how she tries to do that while you're tongue-fucking her? Needless to say she came on your mouth at least thrice, gripping onto your hair and begging for a break.
Joined lifts to different events ended with her in your lap in a limousine seat. Grinding up into each other, tongues down your throats, unbuttoning and unzipping whatever necessary to feel each other again. As if it was something neither of you could stop.
"Look so stupid in that suit." She moaned as she glided with your cock slotted between her folds. No penetration, just sloppily grinding on each other to bring you there.
She yanked on your tie, messing your mouth in that shade of maroon you've grown obsessed with. Your dick twitched between her folds and it took every ounce of your self-restraint not to plunge into her heated tightness.
"You sure about that, dollface?" You chuckled, hands feeling around and cupping on her ass. "Jumped me the second we got into this car."
"You wouldn't stop staring."
"I was eyeing up your aduacity."
She hauled you into another messy kiss, your hips joined a sinful rhythm. But neither of you would be able to cum, not yet —
You did in the trip coming back. Neither of you were staying away from each other after a night of eye-fucking across the venue.
You hated the attention she got. Not the attention for her brain and brilliance, but the greedy, carnal attention she naturally attracted from both men and women. Maybe that's why you're here, outside her apartment, kissing her the second she opens the door and stumbling her back until she's trapped against the sofa. You fucked her until she was cross-eyed and unable to talk back the way she usually would. You were satisfied, but god did you miss it too.
It's no problem, she got you back in a hospital bathroom. Pale knees to the white tiles and taking your dick down her throat until you were hopelessly, messily fucking her throat with reckless abandon. She'd pull away after gulping down your cum, ever as blunt, ever as infuriating. "No shame, hmm Doctor? In your own practice . . ." You took her back to your office to bend her over your desk for that one.
You were staring to enjoy this a little too much. Needing her, needing to see her, needing her body — and she gave it all to you without hesitation. No matter how many times she cussed you out on live television, she always squeezed around you as if she loved you. As if to she loved to hate you.
"You sure you hate this cock baby?"
You crooned above her. She's in your bed. In your arms. Taking your dick as well as the first time. Her plush thighs pressed back as you found a ruthless rhythm. Chasing every clench and squeeze of her tight cunt.
Leaning over you, you ghosted kisses to her lips and she tried so desperately to push her head forward. Take your lips and trap your tongue — and you grant it to her. All in favour for pressing into her tighter and fucking her until she was creaming for the fourth time.
"Mngh!"
"Tell me," you heaved, fisting her hair, parting with saliva. "Tell me you hate it. Tell me it's yours."
She chased the string of spit and crashed her lips to your again. Hips pitifully trying to keep up even as you fuck her through her orgasm. She whined, sobbed, and buried her hands into your hair.
"I hattteee it - hate your cock," she croaked.
"And?" You jerked forward, grinned.
She hiccuped, clawed on your scalp.
"God, it's mine."
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