Vegito Smirk Novels & Stories

I have no idea what I’m looking at, but when Vector’s gaze meets mine, the devious smirk on his face can’t be mistaken for anything good. I frown. Fucking asshole!

I glared at him who was now on top of me. He wears the most annoying smirk in the world. And his vibe screams a little boy who does everything just for fun. "Do not look at me like that... It makes me want to bite you even more." "Oh, really..." I saw his smirk widen when I answered with the same sarcasm he gave me. "Don't you know I bite back?" But that smirk quickly turned sour when I used my knee to hit his groin area. "Es stercus!" [You shit!] That shocked me a bit. I thought they can't speak our language yet? Well, I was right when I said this boy was different.

Instead; I smirk at him and say, “Hugo, either fuck me or get off!” He growls at me and lifts his hand. I flinch and close my eyes, waiting for the impact of the slap I know he is dying to give me. However, he surprises me and manages to control himself. I open my eyes as he moves slightly and gets that far-away look we all get when using the mind link. He then surprises me again once his eyes return to normal, as he doesn’t say anything.

He stood a few feet away, lazily swinging my bag from one hand. Now that his helmet was off, I could clearly see his bright blue eyes and head of wild black curls. His split lips still had faint blood from the punch I gave him earlier. And now they were curved in a smirk that made the dimple in his lower jaw wink at me. I fucking itched to hit him again. “Leaving so soon, Reeves?” He snickered. The bastard was fucking mocking me. His expression remained unbothered even as I took a few steps forward.

"Look at that! Don't glare at me like you want to eat me. We'll make a huge scene here if you do. I moan loudly." I grabbed my hair in frustration. "Oh God! I hate drugs!" "Same here, baby." Argh! He smirked as he continued eating his dear veggies. Someday I will cut him into pieces like his damn veggies.

I can't even explain how I am able to stamp my feet in the right places on these long stairs as my sight and attention are all banked on this ogre beside me, but I am thankful that I have yet missed a step. "Am I that irresistible?" He queries, slinking his filthy hand around my back to wrap my waist. Autom smirk! Him? Irresistible? Holy stinking shit! Even the devil must the cracking its ribs out of that absurd hoax. Even I had to genuinely smirk at that because, can you visualize it? This shit monkey face that has no contour nor anything meritoriously eye-catchy on it? Smirk again! I understand that he is at the edge of glee from whatever bet he won today. It's not usual for him so maybe h

he said, his hands on his stomach, laughing out loudly this time. "When did I eat like that?" I said, pouting at his comment, glaring, making him laugh like a maniac. "No seriously Emi, you were munching on vegetables, what about meat? That's why you always fall or slip because you are as weak as a pigeon!" he said, this time fake chuckling to himself, his hands draped over his mouth. I glared at him, throwing my salad consisting of spinach, cabbage, tomato and cheese at him. Now it was my turn to laugh when he grudgingly removed the strips of spinach and wiped himself with a napkin.

I frowned, feeling stupid for not thinking of it earlier. I was almost one hundred percent sure Viktor was smirking under his mask. If the lower half of his face was as gorgeous as the rest of him, I was sure I'd swoon at the sight of his smirk. I watched silently as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out one of his signature black masks. "Aw, I feel so special Viktor." I grinned up at him, "Thank you!" I resisted the urge to hug him, knowing he probably wouldn't appreciate it.

Apparently tomatoes were the kryptonite of those lessons from warrior training. “Goddess. Your face!” He exhaled sharply through his nose. A hand pressed flat against the counter, fingers splayed, as if grounding himself. The flush that crept up his neck was immediate, but he schooled his expression into something close to indifferent. “I wasn’t startled,” he muttered. “Just…reflexes.” “Mhm,” I drawled. “That’s why you yeeted a tomato like it personally offended you.” He shot me a look, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying him. “I didn’t yeet it. It was a controlled throw.”

He might as well have been talking to himself. Natasha found herself looking past Bianca where Lucas was holding up a test-tube in her direction, trying to make out the solution in the tube when he caught Natasha looking at him. He was about to smile when the test-tube fell from his hand after he was shoved by his lab partner. Natasha quickly turned back to her table, letting a tiny smile form on her face. Lucas approached the football court after lunch where he met Coach Mike, the tall, muscular African-American with a shaven head and thick eyebrows, which almost formed into a uni brow.