warnings: sub!vi x dom fem!reader, vi's a virgin, strap use (duh), use of pet names, established relationship
minors dni
you harnessed the strap onto your hips, vi's pale blue eyes watching nervously. the navy blue strap you both picked out looked fine in the store; it looked fine when she thought it was going to be used on you.
"..baby.. i dunno.." she laid underneath you on the bed, bandaged elbows propped up. her form was completely bare, where yours was almost fully clothed.
"let me make you feel good, vi," your knees shuffled on the sheets as you crept closer to her entrance. your finger tips caressed her little bud, making her shiver and flatten her mouth in a tight line. "if you dont like it we can stop, okay? i just wanna try it out" your voice was soft, enticing.
vi nodded her head and closed her eyes as you collected her wetness onto the strap, gliding it through her folds.
slowly, carefully- you entered her hole. she never has anyone or thing inside, so it was a particularly tight fit.
"ffffuck, baby- slower, please" she hissed in pain as you stretched her out.
her eyes shut closed and her head fell back onto the pillows, hands covering her face.
your thrusts were soft and calculated, careful not to hurt her anymore than you already were.
"sweet girl, youre so tight" you caressed her face and slid deeper, forcing a small whimper out of vi. "i know, i know, shh.."
tears pricked her eyes as she listened to your words. you kissed along her jaw, the spots where she liked it most, and you went back to circling her clit. anything to distract your poor baby from the huge cock shes taking.
after another few minutes, vi found herself moving with you. her hips bucked for more once the tip hit that pretty little spot inside.
"mmffh.. faster- move faster.."
a forceful thrust and you bottomed out inside of her, forcing her to jolt up and emit a broken sob. your name was all she could think about, you filled all five of her senses.
you watched in awe as she sucked you in, her little pussy adorned with pinkish hair trembling.
"youre so pretty like this, vi," you moved to her nipples, pinching them with the pads of your pointer and thumb. "so sensitive, hmm? taking it soo well"
vi kept whimpering at your praise-- nothing she loved more than you telling her how well shes doing, whether its her fucking you or her in the pit. her brain short circuits.
"oh fuckfuckmmmfg im so- keep going!" her scarred hands grabbed at your waist to pull you closer to her core, forcing you to move even deeper.
her hair was splayed along the white pillowcase, her eyebrows cinched together, that pretty mouth open in an o shape. she couldnt take much more, the knot in her stomach was about to snap.
her nails dug into you as you filled her, and soon enough
"imn cumming, shit- baby-!" her muscular back arched off the bed and you grinned to yourself at your strong, pitfighting girlfriend, whimpering your name underneath you.
"thatsss it, good girl," you slowed down and let her come back to earth. "youre so good, violet"
you kissed up her neck and felt her jack-hammer of a pulse underneath her soft skin. her eyes were shut, fucked out expression on her face. you kissed up until you reached her lips, licking the scar near her cupids bow.
"youre cute like this, yknow."
she hummed in response and wrapped her sweaty arms around you, instantly rolling you over and pulling you under her.
the strap was still connected to your hips, but she just held you in her grasp and let herself calm down.
her cheeks were pink as you wiped her hair from her slick forehead.
𖦹 warnings: public sex, bar restroom, sub!vi, dom!reader, ur kinda mean in this, cocky vi, fingering, 1 singular ass slap.. lol
𖦹 word count: 676
imagine making Vi wear a lacey thong underneath her pretty boy clothes when you go out to a bar with friends, her legs widely manspreading as she pulls you into her lap. her hands greedily wandering your body and squeezing your thigh, fingers digging into your plush skin, like she was claiming you in front of everyone.
Vi leaned into your ear, murmuring rather loudly, “Princess,” she’d call you, almost tauntingly, like she wanted to piss you off. like she wanted your shared friends to know who’s boss. “You look so fuckin’ good sittin’ on my lap. Bet everyone in here’s jealous they don’t get to touch you like I do.”
her arrogance further pressed onto the illusion that Vi had all the power in the relationship, leaving little to no room for your dominance to shine through. your head whipped around once her hand reached the hem of your dress, fingers slipping into it. you glared at her in response, slapping her hand away, trying to play it off as a joke.
of course, you played along until you had enough of her little game, pulling her into the small single bathroom as you locked the door behind her. she’d complain at first, saying how her drink was gonna get warm or how people could see you dragging her away.
you ignored her bitching, bending her over the sink, unbuckling her pants as you yanked them down, fighting against her writhing. you gripped onto the plush ass that was decorated by a lacey red string, slutty hips and cheeks hugging onto it perfectly. god, you’d been thinking about spreading her open all fucking night.
she’d scoff, still trying to hold onto her cocky little smirk, but the way her thighs spread oh so easily for you told a completely different story. “What—What the hell are you—?”
“Vi,” you’d start, your fingers beginning to tug the lace aside. “Let’s not forget who really runs shit between us, okay?” you’d coo in her ear, spreading her right cheek far enough until her obscenely sopping cunt was exposed and on display for you.
the scene was pornographic, Vi bent over and whimpering, pink drippy hole glistening in the dim lighting, her puffy folds sliding up and down against her slick, the ruby lace giving color to her naturally pale skin. she tensed up at the coldness hitting her sensitive clit, letting out shuddering gasps, your fingers making their way towards it as you gripped onto her jaw, forcing her to look at herself in the faded bathroom mirror.
“Tell me, Violet,” you started, your digit poking at her twitchy bud, legs automatically spreading further apart for you. Her knuckles white from her grip against the metal, muscles tightening at the sensation. “Who exactly do you belong to?”
her face was flushed in a rosy red color, lips pouty as her big puppy eyes stared at you in the reflection, whimpering at the smug expression on your face. when your palm met her cheek with a sharp slap!, her whole body jerked, a broken sound spilling from her lips before she could stop it. you sighed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at her reaction. “C’mon, Vi. Use your words.”
she tried to hold herself up, but the moment your two fingers made their way inside her, her grip on the sink faltered, forehead pressing against the mirror like she couldn’t hold herself together anymore. she sucked you in, fluttering pussy clenching around you, pleading for any kind of movement. Vi had you in shambles on the inside, your thighs sticky with warm wetness. she was fucking addictive. “Who does this tight, slutty little cunt belong to?”
“I-I belong to—”
She bit her lip, eyebrows knitted together like she was trying to hold onto any ounce of control she had left. once you forced your digits all the way in with a sharp thrust, a whiny, guttural moan ripped out of her throat, eyes rolling back, stripping her of any power she had left. her juices pooled up inside your palm, once hardened expression twisted up into nothing but pure, blissful pleasure. “Mmhff—Fuck! I belong to—to you, p-princess—”
sypnosis; after ellie had a nearly heated argument with seth over something he said about you, your best idea was to take her home, but you get caught up in the car—relieving her anger.
cw; angst, smut, sub!ellie, soft dom!fem reader, oral sex, strap use (referred to as a cock), multiple orgasms, fluff, e!receiving all, not proofread, men and minors dni.
a/n; can i just say a HUGE thank you for 1k on my obsessed fic, i was really not expecting it to reach that 😭💞 i love you all! basically i have ALWAYSSS wanted to write car sex—its just so hot to me so i had this specific idea💋 and im in the midst of writing lots of requests rn so they will be released soon! anyways hope you enjoy!
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seth had already spat out a nasty comment your way as you walked off hand in hand with ellie. she initially tried her best to ignore the fact seth had basically told you both to leave for kissing anyway, but his next comment sent ellie off the rails and you weren’t expecting it.
a loud-mouthed dyke.
ellie let go of your hand and whipped around like someone had just thrown something at her, and her eye twitched. you watch as she walked away from you and towards seth, her finger raising to point at him, her brows knitted together. “the fuck did you just say?!” she spits out as she storms towards him, the only thing you could do was step in front of her and press your hands to her chest, holding her back.
your eyes look up at hers that were burning into seth as she never lost eye contact with him. “ellie, ellie—no!” you warn, her still moving towards seth as you spoke and had your hands on her chest, but she eventually stopped once you pressed her away firmly. her eyes finally broke from seth, falling down and inking into yours, her gaze instantly softening as soon as they met. she knew by the stern on your face that she’d better stop, especially since everyone was already staring.
before you knew it, you were hand in hand with your girlfriend, walking out of the bar, your eyes looking at hers from the side and you could practically see the steam coming from her ears. you sigh as you both walk to the car, letting go of her hand as she gets the keys from out her back pocket, unlocking the car and getting in the driver seat and you got in the passenger side.
she started the car, the engine roaring as she pulled out of the car park, driving off. the ride home was awkwardly silent—you were just in utter shock, and ellie was still very much angry. so angry that she hadnt even put her hand on your thigh while driving, which she normally did every single time—the fact that she didnt want to touch you made her anger prominent enough.
you notice ellies face, too. eyebrows knitted together, nose slightly scrunched, lips pursed and her cheeks flushed slightly, eyes narrow as they stayed on the road infront as she drove. nothing but the sound of the engine between you both, but, you decide to break the silence, feeling as though the awkwardness was swallowing you whole.
“why did you do that, ellie? we could have just walked away and ignored him.” you say, your voice low and tone soft, making sure it didnt sound like you were scolding her as you didnt want to make her more angry than she already was. she rubbed her brow, letting a sigh flow past her lips as she pouted them a little.
“well, who else was g’nna shut him up? dickhead had no right to call you that. you know i hate it when—” she says, her tone very firm, her anger obvious in her words, but you cut her off.
“i know, i know. i get it.” you sigh out, rubbing your eyes. you knew ellie was very protective of you, no matter how much of a loser she was she’d never let anyone fuck with you, she drew the line there. her hands were gripping the wheel tightly, her teeth finding her bottom lip. you found that after you’d said this, she had started to rant about it to let her anger out, but it didnt seem to work.
she rubbed her eyes with one hand as she rambled on, curses, groans and insults leaving her mouth. all this, and an idea still managed to swarm your head. how about you release her anger for her?
“he’s such a fucking—“ she rants, but you stop her by your confident words. “stop the car.” you say bluntly, with a hint of something else behind those words. her brows furrow further as she suddenly goes quiet from her rambling, her eyes meeting with yours for a split second. “huh? why?” she asks, confusion in her voice.
“pull over, ellie.” you whisper, your tone firmer now, almost seeming to stun her but she does comply, the fact that you were so strict with what you said making her pull the car over quickly and urgently. she was very much confused, parking the car on the side of the empty road. you grin to yourself, opening the glove box. “get in the backseat, baby.” you tell her.
she raises on eyebrow as she eyes your every movement, but somehow she doesnt seem to want to argue, and instead unclips her seatbelt slowly, manoeuvring into the backseat as she sits in the middle with her legs spread, seeming to get a small hint of what you were doing. especially when you were in the glovebox.
of course—ellies strap was in there.
you grab it in your hand and unclip your seatbelt, getting into the backseat. ellie reaches her arms out to you, grabbing your arms and then your hips, placing you on top of her lap as your legs rest either side of her waist. she was probably thinking you wanted her to fuck you. little did she know it wasnt like that. her hands caressed over your hips, her thumbs rubbing soft circles. “mm, y’want me to fuck you baby? right now?” she hums softly, her lips against your ear. however, you just laugh softly.
“no—you’re the one getting fucked, princess.” you grin, pressing your lips to her ear now, mimicking her own movements. you giggle to yourself as you could practically feel her smile faltering, her eyes widening and her legs spreading further. you move your head back, making eye contact with her puzzled face, your nose brushing against hers. “let me rail that anger out of you, hm?” you bite your bottom lip, watching the way her eyes pretty much fill with desperation.
she remained silent but she blinked, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, before you know it, you’d moved her to lay down and you hover over her, her jeans and boxers on the floor of the car—your skirt and panties in the same place. there was something so ironic about using ellies strap to fuck ellie with it. seems like the perfect way to go.
you strapped it on, not being able to help the moments that flush in your mind of every time ellie had fucked you senseless with this. you let the clear, veiny silicone brush against her already dripping folds, her head leans back on the car door at the first bit of contact, her eyes rolling back and her mouth opening in a silent moan.
you grin as you watch her face contort—starting to lift her shirt and move her flannel up, your lips finding her stomach. you kiss down her pretty waist, the way her stomach flattens with the sharp breaths she takes due to your soft movements, your lips pressing softer kiss on her hip bones as they arch up.
you meet with her folds, your tongue darting out to lick up her wet slit and swirl around her puffy clit. her arms lean back to grip onto the door, her hips arching up. “fuck! oh fuuuck—don’t stop. ohh, goddd…” she whines, swallowing hard as her eyes roll to the back of her head, her hips fucking themselves on your tongue.
you refused to praise her aching hole with your tongue, you wanted to save that for your cock and make her take it like a good girl. you gave her soft kitten licks, swirling your tongue over her bundle of nerves and up and down her slick heat, paying the area in particular that made her whine the most.
you could slowly feel her body shake, already teetering on the edge from your tongue on her clit, now she was sensetive wasnt she?
her hand instantly reached down to grab a fistful of your hair, fucking her pussy on your lips as she pushed your head in further. “fuuuuck baby—g’nna cu—oh god…!” she cries out, her hips grinding on your face as she fiercly cums all over your tongue. your quick to react, taking all her juices into your mouth and swallowing it up like it was flowing gold.
you pull your face out of her heat, seeing her eyes shut in ecstasy. the windows of the car had steamed up and it felt awfully hot. before ellie could even open her eyes, you had her flipped over and pulled her hips up so she was on her hands and knees on the seats, your hands curling around her hips. “you’re gonna take this like a good girl, ain’cha, princess?” you speak, voice low and seductive. you knew she was no longer angry and that you’d likely relieved her stress, but you wanted to fuck her nastily.
she bows her head, nodding quickly. “y-yes baby. shit—i—“ you instantly cut her off by rolling your hips forward, your cock completely bottoming out inside of her tight hole, which made you groan—having to stretch her needy cunt.
“uuuhhh! s—shit—“ she whines, her hand slamming against the steamy car window along with her other one, trying to steady herself as you begin moving in and out of her throbbing pussy, her ass smacking against your hips causing it to ripple as the noises echo throughout the car. any normal person driving or walking by would’ve seen the car rocking.
“s-shit…take it baby. fuuuck, your pussy is so pretty—taking my cock so well.” you whine, the friction from the strap rubbing against your untouched clit. you knew ellie loved it when you treated her like this, praising her and all—you loved it too, treating her like the queen she was. you grip her hips, although you didnt really have to—she was already pushing them backwards onto your cock as you spoke nasty words to her. her hands left two imprints on the steamy window, placing them somewhere else on the window to steady herself further, leaving two more imprints.
every time you thrusted forward, her pussy made squelching noises from her precum dripping on your cock. your hands gripped her pretty waist harder, slamming the thick silicone in and out of her needy cunt. her head arches back and strident moans fell from her throat. you were panting now, but that didnt stop you. ohhh no.
you take her hips and pull her up so her back meets with your chest and she was basically sat on your lap. a cry escapes her throat at the new angle, her body feeling overstimulated. your hands move up under her shirt, gripping both of her small breasts, giving them small squeezes which caused her to whine at your touch. “f—fucking hell—shitttt!” she whimpers out, bouncing herself on your cock. what a needy princess.
you grin, resting your chin on her shoulder as you fuck up into her, some of her hair that had fallen out of her bun stuck to her cheeks that were covered in sweat. one of her hands remained on the window, her other one came to cup your cheek. “m’close. gonna cum baby…ahhh!” her head fell back against your shoulder as she whined this—her mouth staying agape.
“thats it, thaaaats it, cum all over my cock sweetheart. doing so well f’me—mmm…” you groan, fucking up into her further as your words only egg her on, her body beginning to shake again as you repeatedly slam the tip of your cock against her spongey spot.
she shudders on your lap, and you swore you could feel her walls pulsing around you. her eyes squeeze shut, brows knitting together and with a final jolt and a slurred, whore-ish whine emitting from her throat, her cum leaks out of her pussy and all over your cock, a loud gasp following.
“ohhh my fucking god…” she sighs out, her hand slipping off the window which caused a streaky handprint, her head falling onto your shoulder. you give her breasts one last squeeze before you let go and lift her shaky body off of the silicone and she sits against the door while you crawl inbetween her legs to lay there, her hands finding your hair to play with it.
you smile contently, “feel better?” you whisper, voice croaky as you close your eyes, feeling proud. she laughs, her hands gently playing with your hair as she speaks, her tone soft and her voice quiet.
“fuck yeah. i should be pissed more often.” she kissed your hair, letting her words linger. “think we should go home, cuddle in bed. how’s that sound, princess?” you ask, looking into her eyes now.
her eyes soften at your words, looking into yours. “i’d love to, baby.”
sub!top!ellie. loser!ellie. tribbing. slight mocking. pure smut.
ellie's grip on the back of your thighs is almost bruising, fingers pressing deep into your skin as she keeps you open just how she needs. your legs are bent, pushed toward your chest, while her own thighs bracket your hips, knees digging into the mattress as she keeps you caged beneath her.
she's been grinding against you for what feels like forever, her slick cunt sliding over yours in messy, feverish strokes— hot and unresting. the friction is dizzying, sending sharp pulses of pleasure through your spine, and ellie feels it just as deep, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
she's a mess above you. only one problem, though— her glasses are slipping down her nose, but she doesn't dare lift a hand to fix them. instead, she scrunches her face up in a ridiculous attempt to stop them, too lost in the way you feel against her to risk shifting her position. each roll of her hips pulls another pathetic whimper from her throat. but of course, you don't notice yet— not with your head tipped back against the pillows, eyes screwed shut, moaning out for your girl, too unfocused to catch the way she's struggling.
she's breathless, moans breaking into raw, shaky desperation as she ruts against you, any semblance of proper rhythm long gone. her hips jerk erratically, so fucking needy.
‘fuck,’ she chokes out, voice thick, her hips jerking harder, chasing it for you both. ‘i— fuck, i need— ohfuckkk.’ the words crumble into incoherent whines. amid the frenzy, her glasses slip lower. she scrunches her face more, trying so fucking hard to keep them in place— but it’s useless. ‘baby,’ she mewls, a little broken, ‘m.. my glasses, help?’
you're just as messy, whimpering and fumbling for something to grab until you settle on her ribs. then you finally notice it— ellie’s face all screwed, brows furrowed, and nose twitching pathetically. you let out a breathy, taunting laugh. ‘oh, els.. too fucking desperate to just fix them?’ ellie only nods in response, hoping you'll fix them for her— but no. you liked seeing her this way.
you tighten your grip on her ribs, dragging her down harder. ‘just fuck me, els. please, baby?’ your voice comes teasingly, and ellie shudders, hips stuttering before she finds her pace again. a deep, guttural moan slips past your lips when her clit kisses yours just right, mashed between a filthy amount of slick. ‘right there right there, baby. fuck, don't stop—’ you mutter between short, shaky breaths, the heat pooling unbearably in your lower belly, winding tightly, so close to snapping.
poor thing can't take it. her hips sputter as she chokes on a whimper, cumming hard against your pussy. the sudden gush and pulsing sends you right over the edge with her. your whole body tenses, and ellie melts— face relaxing, mouth parted in a silent moan as her glasses finally lose their battle, slipping right off and landing on your stomach with a soft plop.
you let out a breathy, fucked-out laugh, head tipping back once again. ellie groans, her face flooding red, but she doesn't stop moving, still rutting against you in slow, sloppy rolls, helping you both ride it out.
‘sorry,’ she mutters. ‘god, you're cute,’ you pant, reaching up to pull her in for a much-needed kiss. swallowing whatever pathetic excuse she was about to give.
tags; fingering (v!receiving), begging, sub!vi kinda, loser!vi fr, there’s not many warnings except vi thinking about you while fucking herself honestly.
an: smut sigh, so deeply sorry ... dedicate this lil fic to you for your birthday even though it’s kinda bad but, i do hope that you enjoy it though, and have the best birthday ever. i love you, @vifilms 🤍🩷
bestfriend!vi has been in love with you for years, never once admitting said feelings whenever you ask her if she likes or has an interest in anyone, will avoid the subject fully with a scoff and a not really, don’t have time for that excuse and never let you ask again for the rest of the night.
tonight was something usual, you worked, you went home to shower, and then you met up with vi an hour later. taking her out for something to eat, something best friends do right? violet was used to that, you randomly spoiling her, but that didn’t mean the butterflies in her stomach went away. in fact they were there all the time, even when you weren’t with her. she only had to think about your handsome smile, the sound of your infectious laugh and the look of mischief on your face when you’d both annoy a waiter to the point they politely ask you to leave if you’re both going to cause mayhem. vi was used to it all.
what she wasn’t used to was the fact even when you’re not together, she can still feel you. she can still smell the pinewood perfume on her clothes that you wore; no matter if she’s taken a shower. she can still feel your hand holding hers to drag her through a crowded space, the feeling of your warm body behind hers as you wait for food. it doesn’t help. when she’s away from you, she’s still thinking about you.
tonight was no different. though in her mind maybe there was a slight difference. once she was all washed, freshly clean and ready to get into bed, her mind wandered back to you, the subtle movements of your tongue wetting your dry lips had her throat closing up and eyes repeatedly blinking, trying to remove the image from her head. it wasn’t normal, she tried to tell herself. not normal to be thinking of someone you’ve known most of your life, in a manner that is considered sinful.
slumping her head back against the pillow, one you would most likely sleep with whenever you’d stay over, and inhales a deep breath. her hands rest against her legs, twitching and then forming into a fist the longer she counts all the small specks of peeling paint on the ceiling. she should get it done, or ask you to do it. vi was pathetic with the way she’d watch you do anything so effortlessly.
after a while, her eyes flutter closed, nails sinking into the palms of her hands but no matter how hard she tries, it goes back to you. it’s always going back to you. her mind wanders, carves new holes to store memories that you should never have to hear about. it’s obscene, scary how often she thinks about you in ways she really shouldn’t.
the more she thinks, the more she’s unaware of how her hands start to wonder. first they rub the soft fabric of her shirt, that’s actually yours, and run her hand underneath. her blunt nails rake up and down her stomach, burning just enough to have a soft gasp slipping between her plump lips.
she drifts slowly back to today, and vi’s eyebrows furrow. she’s picturing that stupid hoodie on you, one she’s borrowed countless times, and she can barely stop herself from thinking about how your lips brushed against her ear when you were trying to tell her something in such a crowded room, that her hand reaches up and cups one of her tits. “oh,” she breathed out softly, rolling her hardening nipple between her fingertips and licking her lips.
her other hand starts to wander seconds later, at first fumbling with the string of her shorts, to then trailing her fingers up and down her stomach until she’s practically vibrating with need the longer she thinks about you.
moans and whimpers spill from her lips once her hand slips between the waistband of her shorts, and instantly finds her clit. “fuck,” vi choked out, furrowing her eyebrows tightly and rubs slow circles on the bud.
pinching her nipple harder, violet whined at the sensation, and pathetically pulled at the metal bar. face flushing in a deep read at how easily she can hear your voice, your laugh. “told you they would look pretty pierced.” you always were shameless. “please.” the pink haired beauty gasped, rubbing faster circles on her clit.
spreading her legs a little wider, her body shakes when she’s slipping her fingers down just a little more, dipping into her hole, teasing herself. arching off the mattress, vi plays with her tits and carefully sinks one of her fingers into her cunt, soft cushion walls tighten around them without hesitation and she wails out a cry. “yes, yes,” she nodded, sliding them in and out with rhythm.
her body sinks down into her mattress with each thrust, each little movement and violet’s quickly sinking yet another finger into her cunt, filling herself up at the thought of it being you. she wonders what it would feel like. she wants to feel the thick of your fingers splitting her open, sliding into her warmth and making her cum over and over. she’s always wondered about it, especially what your mouth would feel like, licking your way into her cunt like it was made for you.
“just like that.” vi murmurs and curls her fingers slowly. her breath hitches at the feeling and squeezes her eyes shut even tighter. removing her hand reluctantly from her tits, she reaches up, carefully wraps her hand around her throat and squeezes gently. her lips parted and a shaky moan tumbled effortlessly while squeezing just a little more harder and thrusting her fingers faster. “fuck, baby, please, so good.”
the obscene sound of squelching between her legs, and the force around her throat had violet’s blood rushing to her skull, chest and face flushed the more she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt. slick dripped down her inner thighs, and down the crack of her ass but she didn’t care to stop, she couldn’t. rocking her hips rhythmically to the thrust of her fingers, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. “more, please,” she begged out loud, imagining it was your fingers inside her, stretching her out and thrusting deeper.
vi was practically fucking herself down on her fingers, still squeezing at her throat, arching of the bed with each stroke of her fingers and at a certain curl of her fingers, her breath hitches again, but doesn’t stop. if anyone were to barge into her apartment, they would see what a pathetic and needy sight she truly was. bed sheets all messy beneath her, pink hair damp due to sweat and sticking to her forehead, legs parted wide and fingers deep in her pussy.
her body shakes, gasps and strings of whines leaving her mouth continuously, at a certain curl that has her toes curling between the messy blankets and she finally removes her hand from her throat to grasp onto the bed sheet, knuckles turning white instantly with how hard she was gripping. “feels so good,” she cried out, pumping her fingers in and out faster.
her abs ripple and her stomach starts to tighten as she feels that flutter in her lower stomach. her walls grip around her fingers like a vice, refusing to let go and keep her where she is. something she knows you would do if you were here.
“m’gonna cum,” vi moaned, removed her hand from the sheet, reached down to find her clit and rubbed harsh circles. “please let me cum,” she continued her pleas while grinding down on her fingers more harshly.
by the time violet can comprehend and focus anything other than you, with a final hard thrust of her fingers, vi’s cunt clenched tightly, her eyes rolled back into her head and she came with a loud moan. her legs shake and tremble at the sudden gush of spray, and her hand squeezes her breast tightly as she grinds down against her fingers through her orgasm.
“oh fuck, shit shit,” she chanted and thrusted her fingers a few more times and her legs are quick clamp around her arm. a warning she needs to relax before continuing.
velvet walls release her fingers reluctantly and vi whines softly at the empty feeling before bringing her hand up, slipping two of her fingers between her lips and sucking them pathetically.
violet’s eyes flutter open, still coming down from her high, just in time to hear the soft ding of her phone. taking a deep breath, she removes her fingers from her mouth, bites down on her bottom lip and reaches over for her phone.
imagining abby making u squirt for the first time mhmmm. it was your first time being intimate with her since you guys started dating each other and she has been more than respectful of your boundaries and such, especially since you just gotten out of a not so great relationship.
she knew everything about it, the lows and well, lows, and even how your ex never made you feel good during sex. you always felt the need to fake your orgasm to make her feel better about herself. abby always thought it was such a shame no one was treating a pretty thing like you good, both inside and outside the bedroom. but, you were still stuck in that godforsaken relationship so all she could do was wait for you to realize what you needed was right in front of you.
the night of one of your dates with abby, you already knew what was coming. you knew all abby wanted to do was feel your skin against hers. her demeanor was way more different, so much more flirty than she usually is. hands lingering longer, eyes wandering to the neckline of your blouse. when you stepped foot in your apartment, abby really didn't know how much longer she was going to last, her clit throbbing from the thought of you splayed out on your bed. and once she finally got what she craved for, to touch you, it was game over.
"f-feels weird abs..." you whimpered, back flushed against abby's front. she's been going at it for feels like hours at this point. you don't know how many orgasms she pulled from you, three? four? it was all too much, leaving your head foggy.
"i know you can do it. you wanna feel good dont you?" abby encouraged, fingers still plunging in and out of your pussy, her thumb not slowing down its pace. all you could muster the energy for was to hum in agreement. "she's so close, so tight around my fingers..." all you could do it nod frantically, gripping onto the sheets under you.
you felt your orgasm getting closer for sure, but it felt so much different than anything you experienced. your vibe didn't make you feel like this, and sure as hell your ex never did either.
your eyes started watering, the feeling was too much to bear. your legs started closing up on abby, back arching away from her. "need you to keep you legs open for me angel." abby whispered in your ear. "i know you wanna come baby just keep them open." you lazily opened your legs, your moans resuming as abby began fingering you properly again.
"'s good a-abby...fuck- i'm gonna come" you whined, throwing your head back against abby's shoulder. it didn't help when abby's free hand came in contact with your lower stomach, pressing lightly. your moans got louder from the pressure, eliciting a laugh from abby. "mmm so fuckin sensitive..." she pressed down a bit harder, licking and nipping at your neck as she did.
that pushed you over the edge. without any warning you tensed up and started shaking, streams of your release landing on the sheet, dampening the area under you. you didn't know you could do that, probably because your pleasure was never taken into consideration ever. "oh my god." abby laughed, taking in the view in front of her. the sight of you was messy. skin sticky from sweat and come, dark purple and reddish bites all over your body, and wet sheets because someone forgot to place a towel down, (abby). it was just nasty.
"didnt even know you could do that huh?" abby chuckled, hands wandering over your body. you shook your head, trying to catch your breath from probably the best orgasm you ever had. her hands squeezed your hips softly, grinding you down a bit. "can't even imagine how messy you'd get on my strap..." all you could do is respond in a whimper, rocking your hips towards her a bit more.
she was so handsy with you, her rough fingertips inching closer to your pussy. you just sat there between abby's legs, feeling fatigue wash over you. you didn't think you had anything else to give but abby thought otherwise.
"need you to do it again. please baby."
a/n this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long i hope u all enjoyed it 😇 also tysm for 200 :3
mean!abby who mocks you as she fucks you senseless with her thick fingers.
the constant pressure of her thumb to your clit— her fingers, the way she’s speaking to you, it’s all too much. it feels too good.
“‘s too much, huh? can’t take more than two?”
she’s right, you feel so fucking full.
a whine escapes you, against your will, her words causing a wave of arousal to your cunt. your smaller hands move to wrap around abby’s neck, pulling her closer.
“y’so fuckin’ cute baby— fuck, you a mess like this for anyone else?”
you shake your head no, quickly too, not letting her words process for a single second. she knows no one else can make you like this— and she loves it.
tlou is a very simple place. its either people lusting over that old man or a bunch of lesbians investing new psychosexual neuroses over ellie’s shoulders or abby’s biceps.
you're not necessarily sure why, but you knew that the sheer image of them in your mind was enough to soak through your panties with ease. big hands, connected to even bigger arms, connected to an even bigger butch....it was enough to get your heart pumping, late at night when it was just you and your rose, the vibrations making your eyes roll and your back arch.
so when the universe made the decision to bring the one and only abby anderson into your life, you hit the motherfucking jackpot. you had a 5'10 210lb hunk of woman at your every beck and call, desperate to please and impress as she followed you around like a baby duckling looking for its mother.
you want to suck on her fingers, make yourself gag as they hit the back of your throat? go for it! just came home from work and need to bounce on her knuckles, bumping your cervix until you squirt down her arm? knock yourself out! want to switch things up and ride her biceps, smearing your cream all over them as you shudder above her? that's why she wears tank tops silly!!!
synopsis: showering with caitlyn after an argument
warnings: gf!caitlyn, established relationship, nakedness(my fav), toxic relationship, angsty. proofread by @meespressso. wc: 0.5k
note: I LOVE TOXIC YURI SM. TOXIC YURI. TOXIC YURI.
the water runs cold before it turns warm.
steam rises like smoke, curling against the mirror, blurring your reflection into something unfamiliar—something softer, something that looks more like an apology than a person. caitlyn stands behind you, arms crossed, eyes sharp even through the fog.
you think she’s waiting. maybe for you to speak first. maybe for you to break.
your name sits heavy on her tongue, but she does not say it.
your body hums with the ghost of her words, each one still fresh, raw, bitten into your skin like bruises. you don’t remember what started the fight—just the way her voice cut into you, the way her fingers trembled when she pointed at you, like she was trying to carve you into something smaller. something easier to love.
love should not feel like a splinter beneath the nail. but this is not love. not really.
“get in.” her voice is softer now, but not kind. it never is.
you step in first, let the water hit your skin, run down your back, pool at your feet. it’s too hot, but you don’t flinch. you let it scald.
punishment or penance? it doesn’t matter. the fire eats you all the same.
caitlyn steps in after you. she doesn’t touch you. doesn’t look at you. just stands under the stream, head tilted back, eyes closed, as if she can wash away whatever it was that made her so angry. as if she can scrub you from her skin.
the silence between you isn’t empty. it’s full—thick, cloying, like something left out in the heat for too long. it drowns out the sound of the water, drowns out your thoughts.
it drowns you.
“are you still mad?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
her eyes flicker open, heavy-lidded, unreadable. “should i be?”
the answer should be no. but she’s waiting for something again, and you know what it is. you’ve given it to her before. you’ll give it to her again.
you swallow, throat dry despite the water rushing all around you. “i’m sorry.”
you do not know what you are apologizing for. you do not ask.
her gaze lingers on you, lips parting slightly, just enough to let a breath slip past. for a moment, she looks almost surprised. like she thought you might fight back this time.
then, she steps closer. presses against you, the warmth of her bare skin stealing the last of your resolve. her hands skim up your arms, slow, measured, like she’s deciding if you deserve to be touched.
“i know,” she murmurs, and that’s all she says.
she doesn’t say she’s sorry too. she never does.
you let her kiss you anyway. let her fingers thread through your wet hair, let her nails scratch against your scalp, let the steam make it feel like something softer than it is.
this is the part where you forget.
she’s careful with you now. gentle, even. and it should make you angry, how she holds you like you might break, how she pulls you close as if she hadn’t just pushed you away. but it doesn’t last.
it never does.
so you let her kiss you again. let the water burn your skin. let your love rot between you, sickly sweet.
