Violet maeve

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Bratting at Katsuki and for a while he just puts up with it, let’s you get away with it and even goes as far as to encourage it (inadvertently) by giving you whatever you want. Life is good being his spoiled little princess.

Until you get a little too cocky, cooing that he’s such a pushover, canines flashing in a delighted smile as his gaze darkens and he warns you to watch it. Lashes fluttering as you press kisses along his throat, perched comfortably in his lap, murmuring into his skin “I’ve got you completely wrapped around my finger, baby,”

“You think so, huh?”

He accompanies his question with a quiet chuckle, which frankly, should’ve set off warning bells in your head, but you’re too drunk off your power trip and the smell of his cologne to use your brain.

“Mhm. Bet you couldn’t tell me no even if you wanted to, I’ll bet- “

He lets you get halfway through your next taunt before he’s surging upwards, slamming you back into the mattress and underneath him as he leans down, running his nose along the column of your throat with a hum.

His breath is warm on your jaw where he breathes out before his teeth nip at your earlobe. “I think it’s time you remember that you’re so comfortable because I choose to make you so, brat.”

You breathe heavily beneath him as his hands wander, fingers sliding between your legs to press against the damp patch on your underwear, his mouth leaving a trail of bites and hickies along your neck.

“Katsuki, fuck, please,” you whine, his fingers lazily working circles over your clit.

“Please, what, pretty girl? Use your words.”

You whine in response and his fingers and mouth leave you simultaneously as he drags himself down your body, slotting himself comfortably between your thighs.

He makes a point to stare up at you through his lashes as he tugs your underwear to the side and blows a gust of air straight on your clit, making you whine in frustration once again, head falling back against the pillows.

“Want me to make you feel good, pretty girl?” He probes again, and you nod, eyes squeezing shut in humiliation.

The quietest “please” slips from your lips, and you open your mouth to continue when his tongue presses against your cunt.

He lays it as flat as possible, dragging it slowly up through your folds to gather your slick on his tongue as relief crashes through you, a whisper of his name echoing through the room.

And then he stops. Presses a gentle kiss to your clit and slides your underwear back into place as your eyes fly open and you sit up on your elbows to stare slack jawed at him.

He chuckles, leaning forward to cup your jaw and press a hot kiss against your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours so you can taste the faintest hint of yourself.