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Mimi is ready to get drunk. And not just averagely drunk. They’re ready to get completely balls-to-the-walls sloshed and blacked the fuck out drunk.

Losing against Hana was really fucking annoying. On one hand, Mimi’s confidence in themself had been well justified and completely reasonable given the way they were reading Hana’s moves on the ice. But on the other hand, that confidence had blinded them from seeing just how in tune Hana was with their skating during that battle. It had cost them the chance to move to Series 5. It has cost them their rematch with Emile.

So yes, Mimi has every right to be pissed off and irritated and unreasonable. Hana may still be able to pull out a win, but he’s also a prick. Those two things can be true at the same time.

What makes it all the more insufferable is that Hana won’t stop bitching about doing the literal bare minimum to help as they make their way through the Series 5 hotel lobby.

“Do you really not know how to check in to a hotel on your own?” Hana says. “Why do I need to tag along? I wanna take a nap…”

Jackass.

“Why, I wouldn’t want to believe all the hype around my ability to check into a hotel” Mimi quips.

“Oh my god…” Hana groans, scrunching up his eyebrows in annoyance. If he thought they were ever going to let that little comment go, he is sorely mistaken.

“Perhaps I am in dire need of assistance after having my dreams crushed by my heartless brother, who’s to say?” Mimi says.

“Oh cry me a river!!” Hana fires back, flipping off his sibling. “You can win after I retire.”

“Wow!! I am SO nice to you all the time and this is what I get in return—?!“

Just as Mimi whips their head around to get in their brother’s face, they run head first into somebody.

“Hey—!!!” Mimi says, whipping their head around again to get in the face of whoever the fuck just bumped into them.

And they totally would’ve handed it to them, if said person wasn’t 7ft tall and sexy as fuck.

Muscles, Mimi is calling him temporarily, is the thickest person Mimi has ever seen in real life, and that's saying something being a professional athlete and all. Said Adonis also has a huge scar running through his left eyebrow and a jaw so thick it was practically made to be sat on.

Any and every coherent thought just left Mimi’s head, blood quickly rushing South.

“Heeeeey…” they recover eloquently, a flush spreading all over their face.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there” Muscles says.

“OMG it's Kitsus!” some random person interrupts, breaking the string of tension. Much to Mimi’s dismay, Muscles grabs the person and hauls them upstairs.

As they watch his retreating form, Mimi grips Hana by the shoulder. “Dear brother, you will be happy to hear I no longer hold any ill will towards you. My life has purpose once again.”

“Oh god, what now?“ Hana says, pinched.

A shit eating grin spreads across their face. “I have paid my dues as third and more recently fifth wheel, and now… I am making it my mission to climb that huge man like a fucking tree.”

//

Later that day, after several failed attempts to stake out the hotel lobby for Muscles, Mimi’s back in their hotel room getting ready for a night out.

Hana promised to take them to a club called Cherry Bomb in the Underground once they made it to Series 5. Mimi, of course, had expected to be paying for Hana’s drinks after they inevitably beat him, but fate had decided to give them a healthy kick in the ass instead.

The one upside to their loss is that they can actually get drunk tonight and not have to be up for practice at 5:30am tomorrow morning.

As they finish smudging out the rest of their winged liner, there's a knock at the hotel room door.

“One sec!” Mimi yells, pulling on their favorite combat boots over black fishnet stockings. After one last look at themself in the mirror, they go open the door. Hana and Sal welcome themselves into the room, tequila shots in hand.

“Thank fuck,” Mimi says “I was starting to worry I’d have to third wheel sober.”

“Oh, shut up, Mimi. It’s not like it's anything new” Hana jabs.

“C’mon babe, be nice” Sal chimes in, giving Hana the look, “you know it’s hard for them to be around us. Especially when I only get to see you every couple weeks,” lightly trailing his fingers down Hana’s arm and brushing them into his palm.

“Right… sorry, Mimi” Hana mutters, completely distracted by the heat pooling in Sal’s heterochromatic eyes.

“Please God,” Mimi says, looking up to the Heavens in disgust, “can I not get a single moment of rest from these horny bastards?”

“Oh Mimi, speaking of horny,” Sal says casually, “did you manage to run into that bat again today?”

“Ughhh no. But hopefully these shorts will summon him to the club” they say, pulling up their pleather booty shorts, which cling to their ass and thighs like a second skin.

“Alright, alright, just come take this shot so we can get out of here.” Hana hurries.

“Here’s to Hana making Series 5 and Mimi getting some dick!” Sal proclaims, raising his glass.

“Cheers to that!” Hana and Mimi cheer in unison.

//

Cherry Bomb is thankfully located in a nicer neighborhood of the Underground, but its still lowkey enough to be discreet. The neon red and pink sign above the club illuminates the glitter on Mimi’s cheeks as the bouncer lets them through. Sal immediately takes Hana’s hand and leads the three of them to the bar at the back of the club. As they walk through several groups of people milling around drinking and laughing, the disco ball hanging from the ceiling catches Mimi’s eye. It reflects the LED lights of the dance floor, washing the club in a sea of rainbow hues.

When they reach the bar and order their drinks, a sexy, bass heavy remix of Ariana Grande’s “Let Me Love You” starts playing from the loud speakers. The whole dance floor turns red and Sal pulls Hana into his body by the belt loops of his ripped, black jeans.

“Dance with me,” Sal whispers softly into his boyfriend’s mouth. Hana slides his hands around Sal’s waist and squeezes his plush ass cheeks.

“Anything for you, babe” Hana breathes into their rapidly heating kiss.

Mimi, thankfully, just finished their drink, so they make their way to the dance floor without much more than a “I’m gonna dance,” thrown to the boys. Despite saying they were going to dance, they don’t look like they’re going anywhere anytime soon.

The dance floor isn’t too crowded when Mimi gets there, but there's still enough people dancing alone and in groups to make it inviting.

That tequila shot from earlier starts to settle in their veins, and Mimi lets the bass and seductively sweet melody take over their body. The volume and the heat makes the hairs on their arms raise. Their body tingles with every drop of sweat that buds on their skin. For the first time in a long time, it feels good to just let go and feel. It feels good to give in to the pleasure.

It feels so good.

As another random song plays, Mimi takes a pause from dancing to glance back at the bar. They scan across the seats to check in on Hana and Sal but don't see them. They’re probably off making out, Mimi’s head supplies.

Just as they’re about to look away, their eyes catch someone’s dark gaze.

It’s Muscles.

A lick of heat crawls up their spine at the fact that he's here. All the anticipation of seeing him again catches up to their body and makes their stomach churn with excitement. And then it hits them, has he been watching me dance this whole time?

The thought makes them dizzy. So does basically everything else about him though. From what Mimi can tell, his thick upper body is stuffed into a wine colored dress shirt and his thighs look one dance move away from ripping out of charcoal gray slacks. He looks expensive.

When “Guys My Age” by Hey Violet comes on, it's go time, Mimi decides. Holding eye contact with Muscles, Mimi starts to mouth the words to the opening. When the music picks up, Mimi trails their fingers across their chest and down their torso.

Muscles shifts his legs on the bar stool, but other than that shows no indication that he's affected. But he hasn't looked away yet, so Mimi counts that as a victory.

When the chorus hits, Mimi starts swaying their hips in rhythm, and continues mouthing the words. After a second or two they close their eyes, panting, and succumb to how good it feels to be wanted.

The image of Muscles shirtless, hovering over them, invades their mind. His hands look so big as they rub up Mimi’s thighs and stomach. When the hands reach Mimi’s chest, there's no fear. The binder falls away and suddenly they're exposed. It should be scary. It should feel awful. But it doesn't. Muscles is looking down at them with blown out pupils and a flush high on his cheeks. He looks Mimi in the eyes asking for permission to touch. When he finds it, those strong hands slide up Mimi’s chest and squeeze. He keeps pawing at them like a cat kneading bread and rolls the buds of their nipples between his fingers, sending a shock wave through Mimi’s cunt.

“I knew it, ” Muscles in the fantasy chuckles, “knew your cute little tits would be sensitive,” effectively shocking Mimi out of the day dream.

Realistically, they know that it was all just a fantasy, and that none of that had actually just happened. But when they look towards the man again, there's definitely a glint in his eyes.

He looks like he did in Mimi’s fantasy. He looks like he wants to devour them.

But Mimi’s not going to let him have it that easy. After giving Muscles a wink and a head nod to join them on the dance floor, they turn around swiftly and keep dancing in the crowd.

When the song finishes and Muscles still hasn't joined them, Mimi is a little bummed, but they refuse to let it get to them. When they steal a glance to the bar once more, Muscles is gone.

He probably went to the bathroom, Mimi thinks, and carries on dancing.

A minute of dancing later, a pair of hands snake around Mimi’s waist and startle them. But assuming its Muscles, they start to give in to the slow grind. Mimi brings their hands down to slip into the ones around their waist, but instead of smoothe fur they feel the jagged ridges of reptilian scales. Looking down instantly, a chill races up their spine. This isn't him.

Ready to whip around to confront the bastard, Mimi tries to rip the scaly arms off their body, but the guy holds them firmly.

“Come on now, sugar, don't be like that” the stranger hisses. Mimi’s about to get pissed the fuck off and start elbowing the guy, when they feel a slick, slithery tongue lick up the side of their neck.

Suddenly the world freezes and Mimi can't move. They try to force their body to fight, to unleash on the bastard, but their limbs aren't responding.

Fuck this, Mimi swears, defeated. They knew it was too good to be true. They must have imagined the tension between them and Muscles. They just wanted to believe that just this once maybe they could finally be enough for somebody. But life doesnt work that way, and now they’re getting groped by a fucking lizard in the Underground and don't even have the ability to let loose on the bastard.

Right when their brain finally snaps into fight mode, somebody beats them to the punch. Literally.

Their savior yanks the lizard off Mimi by the collar of his shirt, effectively choking him, and hurls him to the ground.

Muscles.

The lizard’s about to put up a fight when something he sees in the bat deters him, and he scurries off cursing under his breath.

When the ringing in their ears fades, Mimi’s surroundings start to come back into focus.

“Are you alright?”

It takes all of 10 seconds for Mimi to process that Muscles is talking to them, given everything that just happened. But when Mimi finally meets his gaze, they find a kind severity there that has no business being that soft, that attentive. The rest of their fear sheds away, layer by layer.

“I am now,” they finally answer, still pretty dazed and flushed. And maybe they threw in just a hint of flirtation for good measure. Sue them.

A small half smile of relief washes over the guy’s face and Mimi’s brain blanks before effectively firing into action.

“Thanks for saving me, even though I totally had it covered” they add, earnestly.

“Sure you did” Muscles throws back, that small smile now growing into a smirk.

Fuck his voice is deep, Mimi’s dick supplies, but also Oh. He wants to play it like that? It's ON.

“I find it a little too convenient that you were able to just swoop in and save me like that. But then again, you have been eye fucking me all night long, so I guess it makes sense that you were on egde.”

Try to come back from that, Mimi smirks.

Before they realize what’s happening, Muscles is much closer and leaning down to whisper low in their ear, “I know you think you’re clever, but I saw the way you were moving your hips. In those slutty shorts, no less,” as he hooks one finger under the leg of their shorts.

Before Mimi can even come back with more than a whimper, Muscles continues, “I think you and I both know why you put on that little show earlier. If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask.”

“Your attention, huh? Who says I was dancing for you?” Mimi manages, despite their racing heartbeat.

“You can deny it all you want, sweetheart,” he continues, moving his hand up to their waist and giving the faintest squeeze, “but something tells me you don’t really want to.”

Mimi grips Muscles’ satin shirt with both hands, to regain their bearings. They raise their head in preparation for a comeback, but Muscles leans in for what feels like a kiss. He stops just a breath short from Mimi’s mouth, and whispers “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night, little fox.”

“It’s Mimi. My name’s Mimi” they reply, breathless, all quips gone with the wind.

“Vlad,” he says.

Of course he’d have a sexy ass name like Vlad, Mimi’s brain agonizes.

“How about I take you home and show you what real fun looks like, Mimi” Vlad promises.

“Bet.”

//

Vlad’s apartment is a 5 minute walk away from the club. On their way to his place, Mimi skips ahead of him and walks backwards so they can talk face-to-face.

“Don’t do that,” Vlad chastises, “it's dangerous.”

“I’m a skater, I do this all the time,” Mimi laughs.

“On skates. On the ice. Not tipsy on a dark street in the middle of the night with no idea where you’re going.”

“Well maybe if you guided me I would be safer” Mimi flirts, eyeing up Vlad’s arms, then meeting his gaze.

“You really are mouthy, you know that?” he surrenders, taking Mimi’s hands in his.

“I know,” Mimi grins.

When Vlad rubs his thumbs into the backs of their hands, Mimi tries to ignore the heat that pools low in their gut. Everything about Vlad is fucking massive and it’s turning them on way more than it should be. If they're not careful they’ll soak through their shorts.

When they get to Vlad’s apartment, a modest place on the second story of a complex, Vlad keys open the door and guides Mimi inside with a gentle hand on their lower back. It makes their skin crawl in the best way and suddenly they’re sick of waiting.

Vlad barely manages to lock the door before Mimi pounces. Hands fisting in Vlad’s shirt again, Mimi crashes their lips together and brings one leg up around Vlad's hip. The other foot is on tip toe but thankfully Vlad quickly gets the message and lifts Mimi up to straddle him mid-air.

When Vlad’s hands move to their ass and squeeze, Mimi whines into the kiss. His hands are everything they’ve fantasized about. Strong and capable. Capable of spanning the fullness of each cheek.

Mimi’s tongue kitten-licks at the seam of Vlad’s lips, and he opens his mouth to let it explore. When their tongues meet, Mimi coaxes Vlad’s into their mouth and sucks on it. Vlad grunts into the kiss and plunges his tongue into their mouth.

After several minutes, Mimi pulls away to catch their breath.

“Finally got you going, huh big guy?”

Instead of dignifying that with a response, Vlad takes the opportunity to start mouthing at Mimi’s neck. He sucks bruise-like kisses into their soft skin, and when they start to squirm, he bites down hard.

“Aah!” Mimi cries, slapping a hand over their mouth in embarrassment.

“Finally,” Vlad mumbles, darkly, “something coming out of your mouth that I like.”

“You fucking assho-” Mimi starts, but Vlad shuts them up with another kiss.

Mimi scratches their nails up his shoulder blades. This time when Vlad pulls away, Mimi’s done playing.

“I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me within the next three minutes, I’m leaving.”

Vlad squeezes their ass again, much harder than before, and leans in to nip at their ear.

“Trust me, baby, I plan on it.” Hiking them up higher on his hips, he makes his way into the dark apartment.

Vlad's bedroom is even darker, save for a single beam of moonlight that casts itself on his king size bed. He wastes no time on depositing Mimi onto the bed, then stands to unbutton his shirt.

“Hurry up old man,” Mimi teases.

Vlad glares at them until his shirt is off and he starts on his belt and pants.

“Wait,” Mimi stops him, rising up on their knees, “let me.”

They pull Vlad's hands away and finish undoing his pants. Glancing up with faux innocence, they start to pull them down. Vlad’s eyes meet theirs with hunger and he brings his hand up to scratch the fur on the back of their head.

“Hurry up, kit. Thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

And well, Mimi can't argue with that.

Pulling his slacks down the rest of the way, Mimi’s mouth starts to water. Vlad steps out of his pants, hooks his thumbs in his briefs and tugs them down and off in one swift motion. Mimi is suddenly face-to-face with Vlad’s 10 inch dick.

Oh.

Fuck.

Of course he would be fucking massive.

Just like the rest of him, Vlad’s cock hangs heavy and full. God apparently blessed him in the length and girth departments. If they weren’t completely desperate for it, Mimi would have felt a surge of gender envy.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” Mimi sputters, heartbeat speeding up at the sight.

“Are you just going to stare at it?” Vlad says, a smirk playing on his face.

Mimi pouts in annoyance but when Vlad’s hand curls deliciously into their fur, they can't help but lean in and give kittenish licks to the head. The small amount of alcohol still left in their system is making them docile and stupid at the sight of such a big cock.

Vlad continues to scratch the back of Mimi’s head and softly pulls them off to guide them back to the bed. With Vlad completely naked on top of them, Mimi’s wetness starts to leak onto their thighs. Vlad goes to lift Mimi’s crop top up. Suddenly nervous, they put their hands on his wrists to stop him.

“I’m- “ Mimi stutters, “just know that I’m not a-”

Mimi can feel their cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. They’d hooked up with people before but in the past it had always been someone that had known their situation. How do you explain to someone you’re about to fuck that half the time you’re comofrtable with your chest and the other half it causes you massive dysphoria, and right now you’re somewhere in the middle.

When Vlad doesn't say anything, Mimi’s cool starts to slip even more.

“I mean, I’m- It’s-”

“Shhh,” Vlad strokes their cheek, “take your time, baby.”

Letting Vlad’s words settle into their skin, Mimi takes a breath and starts again.

“Just- just know that I’m nonbinary, so like, chest stuff isn’t always easy. But, I want it to be… with you. I mean- I want you to.. uh..”

Suddenly Vlad is leaning down and pressing his lips to Mimi’s forehead.

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” he says, “I want to make you feel good, sweetheart.”

The words hit Mimi like a truck. Nobody has ever been so gentle and straightforward about them being insecure. It’s always been about the heat of the moment, about getting off first, regardless of comfortability, and dealing with the aftermath later.

When Mimi slowly lets go of Vlad’s hands, giving him permission to continue, his eyes find theirs.

“And for the record,” he whispers “I think everything about you is fucking hot” and pulls their top up and off.

Mimi gasps when the cool air hits their exposed nipples. Vlad’s pupils widen like saucers, as he takes in the sight of their chest, and he starts making a low purring sound. Suddenly Mimi’s decision to not wear a bra or binder feels like a good one after all.

Not wasting a single second more, Vlad leans down and sucks Mimi’s left tiddy into his mouth.

“Ahh!”

Vlad suckles on their nipple, making it red and puffy, before moving onto the other one. As he gives it the same treatment, he reaches his fingers up to tweak and tug at the one he just abused.

A cry punches out of Mimi’s throat, and Vlad groans.

When both nipples are thoroughly bruised and sensitive, he comes back up to plant kisses on Mimi’s face.

His hands find their way to Mimi’s shorts and hesitate there, asking for permission. Mimi nods into the kiss and brings their arms up around Vlad’s neck.

In one fluid motion, Vlad yanks off Mimi’s shorts, leaving them bare save for one skimpy pair of black fishnet stockings.

His gaze darkens when he sees Mimi’s bare pussy. He glances up to catch their eyes one last time, finding them begging him to continue. Slowly, Vlad brings both his hands to Mimi’s thighs and pushes them open. Their slick, which has pooled between their thighs, sticks together when their legs part.

“Oh, baby,” Vlad teases, low and dark, “is this all for me?”

“Don’t stare!” Mimi scolds, smacking Vlad’s arm.

But it doesn't stop him. His right hand slides up through the slick on their thigh, and moves the string to the side to rub over their folds. He barely has to push before two fingers slip inside.

“Uhhn!” Mimi grunts.

“So warm,” he mutters to himself.

Vlad continues to slide up and down Mimi’s folds, exploring and coating their whole pussy with wetness.

“Would you quit fucking teasing!” Mimi cries.

They didn’t know what they were expecting, but it certainly wasn't for Vlad to lift up his right hand and smack their pussy.

Mimi gasps, stunned, and much hornier than before.

“I’ve had enough of your back talk tonight,” Vlad says, and slaps their folds again. This time, it makes a juicy squelching sound.

“Oh my fucking God”

Smack.

Mimi yelps, legs coming together in shame and arousal, but Vlad holds them open.

“You know,” Vlad says, “I wasn’t sure when we first met,” Smack.

“Uhhn! Hah-”

“But seeing you in the club tonight,” Smack. “in these tights” Smack.

“Vla- uHhn, God!”

“shaking your ass for every guy to see,” Smack.

“I wasn- hnng!”

“really just confirmed,” Smack.

“ahH!”

“how much of a slut you are.” SMACK.

A bright red flush breaks out all over Mimi’s face, their mouth open and panting. Their thighs begin to shake, pussy clenching and sensitive.

“Pl- please, Vlad-”

They barely have time to plead before Vlad is leaning down and sucking their clit into his mouth.

Mimi wails and squeezes their thighs around Vlad’s head. This makes him moan into Mimi’s cunt and suck harder. His big tongue laps over their folds, scooping slick into his mouth and swallowing it down.

“You taste so good,” he says, “so sweet.”

“Fuuuuuuck” Mimi moans.

Vlad continues licking and sucking up and down Mimi’s pussy, eventually circling his tongue around the rim of their hole. Dipping his tongue inside the plush opening, Vlad moans at the gush of slick that pours out and onto his tongue.

Mimi throws their head back in pleasure. Vlad’s mouth is working them open one heavy lick at a time. The room is heating up fast and a hazy cloud has started to form above them. Nobody has done this to them before. Nobody has paid this much attention to their pleasure instead of chasing their own.

On a particularly hard suck, Mimi bucks their hips onto Vlad’s mouth, wanting more of the delicious pressure. He brings one hand up to steady their hip, and the other starts to finger at their hole as his mouth moves back up to nip their clit. Mimi receives no warning before two thick fingers plunge into their hole.

Vlad immediately pulls them out however, and before Mimi can ask what just what the fuck he’s doing, they feel those same fingers circle around the rim of their asshole.

“Vlad, oh my God-” they rasp.

“Is this okay?” he asks, way too blunt and serious. But when Mimi looks into his eyes, they can see his lust and determination burning brighter than before.

“Just, just get on with it” they scowl, not willing to be embarrassed any further.

“Hey,” Vlad says, bringing his other hand up to hold Mimi’s chin, making them look at him, “not until you say yes.”

“Yes, yes, fine! Just hurry up-”

Apparently that was all it took.

Mimi gasps as a finger slowly enters their hole. Vlad works his first finger in nice and slow, mapping out the inside of Mimi’s ass. He continues to work up to two and three fingers, making sure to scissor them open.

Vlad keeps spreading his fingers apart and suddenly brings his thumb up to rub Mimi’s clit. It shouldn’t make them feel like crying, but it does.

Finally, he takes all his fingers out, just to bring them back up and fuck them into Mimi’s pussy.

“Ah!- you fucking brute” Mimi whines. But it turns into a deep moan when Vlad finds their g-spot, kissing their cheek in apology.

As Vlad finger fucks into them, more and more slick gathers in the palm of his hand. The wet squelching sounds of Mimi’s wetness being scooped out and fucked back into them get louder and louder on each thrust.

So fucking embarrassing, Mimi thinks.

Vlad leans down to plant kisses down their cheek and onto their neck. “You’re so wet, little fox. Can’t believe this is all for me.”

Mimi’s pussy clenches around his fingers and a throaty whine pushes past their lips. His tone is completely soft and serious, not a hint of mocking or stroking his own ego, and that makes it worse.

Mimi agrees with a gasp “Mhmm. Just for you” and, without thinking, “All for you, sir.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

They did not just let that slip. That’s like maybe something you bring up after a month or two of dating, but not the first fucking night. Vlad’s going to leave and never talk to me again, Mimi spirals.

But Vlad just chuckles softly into their ear and gives one more stroke of his fingers.

“Shhh baby, relax. Gonna fuck your cunt now.”

“Mmh!” Mimi barely gets out, before Vlad is kissing them firmly on the mouth, another round of slick gushing out of their hole.

“You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart. I think you’re ready for your reward.”

“God, please Vlad. I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t fuck me right now, please.”

Vlad chuckles affectionately for the second time that night, and finally takes mercy on Mimi by lining himself up with their pussy. Mimi sighs when they feel the tip nudging inside and closes their eyes for the push.

But it doesn’t come.

They open their eyes again. There’s something surging behind Vlad’s eyes that Mimi can’t quite place.

“Keep them open,” he says.

Um.

“What do you mea-?”

Before Mimi can finish, Vlad grabs their jaw in one hand, holding their mouths but a hair apart.

“I said, keep them open. I want you to look at me when I fuck you.”

Well, shit.

That is both insanely hot and So. Fucking. Embarrassing.

“Nnng, but..” Mimi starts.

They back down when they see the look in Vlad’s eyes.

It’s okay, they whisper, you’re safe.

So Mimi gives a small nod, and keeps their eyes locked onto Vlad’s as he starts to push in.

Apparently three of Vlad’s unbelievably large fingers were not enough, because Mimi’s hole is still snug and sucking him in.

“Baby, breathe” Vlad says, rubbing soothing circles into their hips.

“I would if yo- hah - if your dick wasn’t fucking ten inche- fuck Vlad FUCK”

“Right there, huh?” Vlad says, smug bastard, and wraps his hands around the back of Mimi’s thighs, pushing them into their chest, and grinds his cock even deeper into Mimi’s cunt.

The deep slow grinding gives Vlad a chance to mouth at Mimi’s neck. He sucks over one spot in particular, right under Mimi’s jaw, where they’re the most sensitive. The slow licking is somehow just as torturous as the sucking and biting. He presses his whole, strong tongue into the bruise he left earlier and gives it one final nip to solidify his claim.

When he comes up to check on Mimi, he finds them covering their eyes with the back of their hand.

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me, so why are you cove-”

“It’s fucking embarrasing, that’s why!” Mimi shouts.

Vlad stops grinding for a moment. In a low, soft voice he counters.

“What’s embarrassing?” he says, taking Mimi’s hand in his and lowering it from their eyes.

“The sounds you make when I fuck into you deeper than you were expecting?” he continues.

“Vlad, fuck pleas-”

“Or the way you shiver when I squeeze you just a little too tight?” he says, squeezing Mimi’s waist, his fingers touching on both sides.

“Hnng, sh- hah, s-shut the fuck up” Mimi curses, too out of it for it to land.

“Oh, I think I get it now” Vlad continues, suddenly softer than before.

“You’re afraid for someone to see you like this.”

He plants one small kiss on Mimi’s cheek, and they freeze.

“You don’t want to look at me because you’re afraid I’ll see the Mimi that doesn't have any walls left to hide behind” he says quiet but firm.

“Vlad, I-”

“But you know what?”

“What?” Mimi replies, weakly.

“Seeing your eyes fill with tears,” Vlad whispers, bringing his palm up to rest on Mimi’s cheek, “begging me to ruin you… it makes me want to cum.”

The high whine that leaves Mimi’s throat is involuntary, and Vlad swallows the next one as he kisses Mimi’s pliant, panting mouth. Their tongue is soft and plush and Vlad sucks on it, forcing a broken moan out of Mimi.

They continue to makeout, slow and indulgent, and the air between them grows sticky and sweet. After several minutes, Vlad starts to leave a trail of wet kisses down Mimi’s neck to his favorite spot from earlier. When he gives it a firm suck, Mimi’s cunt clenches around Vlad’s cock, which licks a fire up Vlad’s spine, reminding him that he hasn't moved for a few minutes.

However, in the time when he wasn't moving, Mimi was finally able to adjust to the stretch of his size. Now that they’re reminded of the position they’re in, they both start moving again.

Mimi wraps their arms around Vlad's shoulders, and Vlad starts rocking his hips again. Luckily, Mimi continues to get wetter and wetter, so the slide is seamless with just a hint of that delicious, sucking grip from earlier.

Vlad brings his hands back around to their thighs and pushes them forward, effectively bending them in half again, as he starts picking up the pace.

Mimi starts letting out delicious little whines and moans and Vlad eats it all up, fucking into them deeper and harder on every thrust. The room quickly fills with nasty little pat pat pats every time their bodies come together.

Mimi keeps their eyes fixed on Vlad’s, while Vlad lets his hands roam up the length of Mimi’s legs. When he gets to their calf, he takes it in one hand and kisses it, making eye contact.

The delicacy and the love in that one simple gesture is enough to make Mimi lose it.

The tears that had been welling up all night start spilling out over Mimi’s cheeks in thick trails, and a cry tears its way out of their throat. The overwhelming thrusts combined with the way Vlad had spent the whole night looking at Mimi like something that should be cherished made it feel like the world was crumbling around them.

Just as Mimi feels like they could spill at any moment, Vlad slows down and then pulls out altogether. Mimi, who’s too overwhelmed to say much more than “wha-“ looks up at him teary eyed, begging him to put it back in.

Vlad, however, does not put it back in and Mimi starts to whine subconsciously, confused why he’s not giving them what they want.

Vlad gazes down at the sight before him. Mimi is flushed and sweaty, their lips are kiss swollen a bright pink, and their lashes are clumped together from all the tears. His dick pulses when Mimi grabs it and tries to guide it back to their hole.

So cute, he thinks.

Despite Mimi’s best efforts to get Vlad’s cock back inside them, it’s just not the right angle with Vlad sitting up taller on his knees.

Right when Mimi is about to give up and start sobbing again, Vlad leans down and whispers “Shhh little fox, I know what you need” and then kisses them firmly as he uses one hand to nudge his cock against their asshole.

Mimi gasps into his mouth in shock, while Vlad brings his other hand up to cup Mimi’s neck.

“Literally what the fuck, there’s no way it’s gonna fit” Mimi says, through tears and out of breath.

“We opened you up for a reason, remember?” Vlad says, leaning down to seal his mouth over Mimi’s.

“Yeah, but mmh-“ Mimi tries to say in between kisses, “I didn’t- jesus Vlad, I didn’t know you were actually a fucking giant.”

Vlad chuckles into their kiss, and starts to rub his fingers into the sides of Mimi’s neck. When they start to whine into the kiss, Vlad squeezes ever so slightly and Mimi pushes a gasp out of their mouth.

As the air between them thickens, Vlad guides his other hand between Mimi’s legs and rubs two fingers into their warm sticky folds. As he teases his fingers into their pussy he scoops out Mimi’s wetness on his fingers.

“Vlad, hnng- ahhh, I”

Pulling his hand back, Vlad smears Mimi’s slick on his cock, giving himself a couple of strokes to cover the whole thing, but not nearly enough to take the edge off.

“Flip over for me, sweetheart.”

“Excuse me? You can’t just tell me what to do?! And don’t call me that you gian-“ Suddenly Vlad is gripping their hips and flips them onto their stomach.

Mimi starts to protest, until Vlad drapes himself over them, pressing his front to Mimi’s back and guides the head on his dick to Mimi’s asshole.

“I’m- I can’t, Vlad, you’re too big. Who fucking told you your dick was normal because whoever it was they were wrong because it’s literally hnng-“

Vlad reaches up to squeeze Mimi’s throat again, “You really need to shut the fuck up sometimes,” and pushes the tip of his dick inside Mimi’s hole.

“Mmmf! Hah- fuuuuuck.”

Vlad slowly feeds his cock into Mimi’s hole, letting them adjust to every inch. When it’s about halfway in, Mimi's thighs start to quiver, and Vlad runs his hands up their back to their shoulder blades and down around their waist and hips, finally landing on their ass. Vlad cups Mimi’s cheeks and uses his thumbs to pull them apart, taking in the way Mimi’s hole is stretched pink with effort around his cock.

“It’s so- uhnn” Mimi trails off on a groan.

“So what, baby?”

“S-so. Fucking. Big.”

God.

They sound so wrecked, all breathy and sweaty from just the initial push. Vlad can’t help but buck in the last inch a little harder..

“You sound so sweet for me now that you’re stuffed with my cock. That’s what you needed all along, isn’t it darling?”

Mimi groans into the pillow that they’re now face planted in and reaches a hand back. Vlad gets what they want immediately and feels his heart flutter in his chest at the silent request. As he continues to fuck into Mimi’s hole he takes their hand in his and holds it like porcelain.

“H-harder” Mimi mumbles into the pillow.

“You know the rules. Only if you ask nicely”

“Fine!” They gasp as they pull their face out of the pillow and turn to glare at Vlad.

All the exasperation quickly fades from their body however when they see the look in Vlad’s eyes. Suddenly they’re teetering on a different set of emotions.

“Please,” they beg, eyes filling with tears “please fuck me harder.”

“Of course, baby.” Vlad says, smoothing a hand down their back before pulling out and snapping in with double the force.

Everything becomes so overwhelming after that. Mimi can hear their heartbeat in their ears. Vlad’s cock pounding into their ass is making it beat.

Mimi’s not sure when they started whining but it was sometime between Vlad putting one foot flat on the bed to drive his cock into them even harder and that same cock hitting their spot so good that it brought a whole new round of tears to their eyes.

The pain of the initial thrust has completely faded and all that's left is the feeling of being stuffed full over and over and over. They should’ve known that Vlad would ruin them for all other guys.

When Vlad starts driving his hips into their thighs with force, Mimi can barely hold themself up anymore. Right as they’re about to collapse onto the bed, Vlad wraps his arm around their torso and hauls them up into a kneeling position, with Mimi pressed up against him.

For the first time tonight, Mimi can hear the shallow raspiness of Vlad’s breath and that his heartbeat is also escalated. Like two cogs clicking into sync with one another, Mimi starts bouncing their ass back on Vlad’s cock as he’s thrusting up into them.

He tightens his grip on Mimi’s waist with one hand, brings the other up around Mimi’s throat and squeezes.

“I knew it,” he mutters, “knew you’d be perfect for me.”

Mimi cums.

Their body shakes violently as their hole spasms around Vlad’s dick. When Vlad reaches down to rub their clit a second later Mimi’s vision whites out.

Vlad follows a second later, groaning as he paints the inside of Mimi’s hole with his cum.

As they come down slowly, their breathing returns back to normal. Mimi’s legs no longer work, so their body weight collapses back onto Vlad. His strong arms wrap around their body and gently lower them onto the bed.

When they finally regain consciousness, Mimi turns around to nuzzle into Vlad’s neck, their hot breath tickling his throat.

“Are you comfortable?” Vlad mumbles into Mimi’s hair, petting up and down their back in soothing motions.

“Mmm” Mimi sighs, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

That was by far the best sex they’ve had in… well, ever.

As they come back to themselves, Vlad speaks first.

“You should stay here tonight.”

That is not what they were expecting. The idea is completely insane and Mimi can't think of a single reason not to get dressed and leave within the next five minutes. Except for the fact that Vlad is kind and hot and entirely too comfortable right now and goddammit, am I actually considering staying?! Mimi thinks.

“Mmm, promise you won’t murder me in my sleep?” they quip, nuzzling in closer.

“If you kick me in your sleep, no promises.”

“Rude! I’ll have you know I’m a great person to sleep with”

“I do know,” Vlad smirks into Mimi's hair, continuing to draw calming patterns on their skin.

“You-!”

“So you’ll stay?” Vlad cuts in softly, suddenly vulnerable.

As if Mimi could say no. As if they would rather be anywhere else.

“I’ll stay” they smile.