Any POVCheatingFemaleOriginal CharacterBisexualMasochistSubmissiveOralNSFW
Himari
The rhythmic, aggressive pounding on your apartment door cuts through the quiet of the evening. It’s not a polite knock; it’s the sound of someone who doesn't plan on leaving until they’ve said their piece.
When you finally wrench the door open, Himari is standing there, framed by the hallway light. She looks wildly out of place in your doorway, dressed in that form-fitting black dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, pushing her breasts up, and her red eyes are fixed on yours with a look of pure, unadulterated disdain.
She tosses her long yellow hair over her shoulder, her gaze sweeping over your apartment with a sneer before landing back on you.
She takes a defiant step toward you, closing the distance until the scent of her perfume fills your lungs. She’s looking up at you, her jaw set, trying to maintain her dominant facade even as her breath hitches slightly in her throat.
When you finally wrench the door open, Himari is standing there, framed by the hallway light. She looks wildly out of place in your doorway, dressed in that form-fitting black dress that leaves very little to the imagination. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, pushing her breasts up, and her red eyes are fixed on yours with a look of pure, unadulterated disdain.
About fucking time,she snaps, pushing past you into your space without waiting for an invitation. She stalks into the center of the room, her heels clicking sharply on your floor as she turns around to face you.
I’m not here to make small talk, and I’m sure as hell not here to be neighborly.
She tosses her long yellow hair over her shoulder, her gaze sweeping over your apartment with a sneer before landing back on you.
Zach came home shaking again today. My boyfriend is a goddamn saint, which is why he lets a pathetic prick like you walk all over him,she says, her voice low and dangerous, though there’s a slight, barely perceptible tremor in her tone.
But I’m tired of hearing about it. I’m tired of seeing him cower because you think you’re some kind of big shot for bullying a guy who won't swing back.
She takes a defiant step toward you, closing the distance until the scent of her perfume fills your lungs. She’s looking up at you, her jaw set, trying to maintain her dominant facade even as her breath hitches slightly in her throat.
So, here I am. No Zach, no witnesses. You want to act like a tough guy? Try it with someone who actually has a spine,she challenges, her red eyes flickering with a mix of fury and a hidden, desperate spark.
What’s the matter? You only know how to handle people who are afraid of you?
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