A Dazzling Guide Towards Vengeance.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.

TW: explicit content, mean!reader, teasing, angst, dom!Vi, manspreading, manhandling, hate sex, choking (/kink), oral sex, slight blood (/kink), 'pretty girl' pet name.

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You and Violet were walking down the street, passing the bottle of the rum between you and having deep, nonsensical conversations that, for some reason, sounded funny to you. You were both exhausted, but it was the blue hour and you definitely wouldn't have minded staying under the dark sky glowing blue some more time.

You led her a few steps further until you reached a window that happened to be part of a hotel. "What are you even doing?" Violet said as you broke the lock, opened the window, and lifted your body to enter the room. "We're in Piltover. I snuck into the reception as soon as I found this place. I know this room was unoccupied, and I'm not paying a single coin to these rich fascists," you explained.

For some reason, as you looked at Vi and your eyes locked for a few seconds, you began laughing. "It's good to know that tiredness and alcohol have the same effect as smoking a gram," you said before fully jumping into the room.

Vi shook her head, chuckling to herself before jumping inside the room, using her arm for support. This night must have been the first time ever you and Violet had shared a laugh without any third parties contributing.

The room was spacious, with a king-size bed, a sofa with a TV in front, a refrigerator, a large bathroom, and plenty of space in between. You took off your corset vest and long gloves to let your body fall onto the bed, face down. Violet sat on the sofa, manspreading and turning on the TV. "This is too bloody comfortable," you groaned.

Vi took another sip of her rum, and her gaze moved towards your lower body. You caught her looking as you turned around, laying on your elbows. "You're disgusting," you said.

Vi shrugged and leaned her head back as she sat, continuing to drink, almost emptying the bottle.

You ran your tongue over your teeth and stood up abruptly before getting near the sofa and snatching the bottle out of her grip. "Take off your jacket, lift your top, and lean backwards," you demanded.

"I don't remember you being this bossy. Yours first," she challenged.

You gave her a deadly glance. "All right, all right," Vi chuckled.

She did as you told her as you went to the bathroom to grab a small towel that was hanging on the wall. When you returned, you put yourself on your knees in between her legs, pouring some of the alcohol on the little towel you had found. Violet looked at you, smirk wider than usual. You raised your gaze towards her face to know that you had to press the cloth against her wound quickly before she could find anything to say about your position. So you did, perhaps, and only perhaps, purposely pressing harder to be able to feel her abs.

"Fuck," Vi threw her head backwards. "I don't think you need to press like that for this."

"Oh, I think I do," you replied, pressing even more. Vi groaned again before grabbing your wrist. "That's enough, yeah?"

You snatched your wrist out of her grip and looked up at her, fixing your gaze. You lifted your top slightly to break the material with your teeth in a straight line, and Violet caught a peek at everything she was allowed to see.

You passed the cloth around her body, making sure to tie it tight to protect the wound.

The last time you had sex was two months ago with a pretty, feminine girl you met at the club. On the other hand, when it happened with Violet that one time

The last time you had sex was two months ago. A beautiful, feminine girl caught your eye at the club and after you realised she had been looking at you the entire night. You ended up at her apartment, where you pulled the dominant act you liked to pull with one-night stands. However, when it happened with Violet years ago, she had managed to make you squirm with pleasure. You had convinced yourself that memory disgusted you.