a/n: happy pride, queer people in my phone!! shoutout to @4givethesebones for giving me the idea for this fic. subby vi is very special to meeee<3
your favorite song? viās moans when you kiss her neck.Ā
she shivers the moment she feels the heat of your breath on her throat, the sweetest, softest oh leaving her parted pink lips. and when your mouth makes contact with her neck, lips soft and wet from kissing, vi canāt hold back the whiny, desperate moan that escapes her. you smile against her skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the column of her neck and admiring the way her breath stutters when you scrape your teeth over her pulse point.Ā
vi says your name, voice hushed and pleading, and you pull back from lavishing her neck to look at her. your heart does a little jump in your chest when you see her face, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink and her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. your hands rest on her narrow hips, thumbs rubbing absentminded circles over the waistband of her boxers.Ā
āwhat is it?ā you prompt her, leaning in to kiss along the angle of her jaw.Ā
viās hand smooths up the bare expanse of your back, your shirt and bra long-since discarded onto the bedroom floor. when her hand reaches the back of your neck, she hooks her thumb over your jaw to redirect your mouth to hers and slot your lips together. you sigh into the kiss, and when vi pulls back, blinking at you with an unmistakable hunger in her eyes, she murmurs something under her breath that you canāt parse.
āhm?ā you hum, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.Ā
āi said,ā vi starts, nose nudging against yours, āi want you to fuck me.ā
when she sees the smirk on your lips, you swear vi blushes redder.Ā
āoh, vi,ā you coo, voice saccharine. āis that whatās got you all needy?ā
you might be imagining it, but you swear you see viās eyes get glassy from embarrassment as she bites her lip, nodding her head in response to your question.Ā
she mutters quietly, āyeah, thatāsā¦thatās it.ā
what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didnāt give her what she wants? no - what she needs?
you sit up on the mattress, hands finding the waistband of viās boxers again and pulling them slowly down her thighs. you toss them to the mixed pile of clothes on the floor, focusing instead on the way viās chest heaves when you pull her legs apart to reveal her center, whereās sheās already glistening with slickness.Ā
ābet youāll take my fingers like nothing,ā you muse, one hand reaching forward for you to dip your fingers in viās wetness. her abs flex when she feels you between her legs, your fingertips spreading her arousal until her whole cunt is shining with it.Ā
ādonāt you think?ā you ask vi, gaze flickering up to hers. when she nods, you smile and give her thigh a pat with your other hand. āgood girl.āĀ
the hand between viās legs moves in closer until your fingers breach her entrance, your middle and index sinking into her warm, twitching walls.Ā
āoh god, mm,ā vi moans. her eyes flutter shut and you watch her expression change with every thrust of your fingers; her brows wrinkle, her nostrils flare, her lips twitch. and every time she feels your thumb press against her clit, youāre rewarded with the sweet sound of viās needy whimpers.Ā
but itās not long before your fingers arenāt enough. vi cants her hips upward, watching your hand work between her thighs, and her voice is all ragged and wrecked when she tells you, āmore - i need more.ā
so you give her more. you dig in the nightstand drawer for your harness, a purple silicon dildo hanging from the o-ring, and vi watches you adjust and fasten the strap, her hair beautifully disheveled as she lies in the center of the mattress, waiting for you to fuck her senseless.Ā
climbing back onto the bed, you slot yourself between the redheadās spread thighs.Ā
āyou look so beautiful like this, you know,ā you tell her matter-of-factly, your eyes taking in every inch of her naked frame beneath you. viās cheeks have taken on a permanent shade of red, a flush that creeps down her neck and towards her chest. she laughs shallowly at your compliment.
āi mean it,ā you say, voice a tinge firmer. āmy beautiful girl, i canāt wait to stuff you full.ā
āfuck,ā vi curses. āyou canāt just⦠say stuff like that.ā
āof course i can, iām the one wearing the strap, vi,ā you remind her, wrapping a hand around the base of the dildo and moving your hips forward to smear the silicon tip through viās soaked folds. her reaction is immediate - she gasps, back arching prettily off the mattress.Ā
āsee?ā you smirk. āso beautiful.ā
vi doesnāt have time to protest, because you push the head of the strap into her cunt and every thought in her head comes leaking out of her ears, gone. you watch with reverence as the strap sinks further and further into viās entrance, your hands finding purchase on her hips once again.
you move your hips in shallow strokes at first, slowly working up to a quicker pace. with every push and pull of your hips, vi falls apart further, her eyes squeezed shut as she hooks her leg around your waist to encourage you closer.Ā
youāve only done this a handful of times - viās usually the one who likes to pound you into the mattress, but youāre not bothered by the change of roles. even if itās not often, you love seeing your girlfriend like this - pliant and needy, clinging helplessly to you as you spear into her again and again.Ā
āso deep,ā vi pants out, the blunt ends of her fingernails digging into your arms as she grips onto you for steadiness. āfuck, i might - i might come.ā
ālet me help you,ā you respond, voice a little breathless. one hand leaves viās hip to snake between your bodies, fingers deftly searching for the place where she needs your touch the most. when your middle finger begins tracing circles on viās clit, she unleashes another punched-out moan, tears stinging in her eyes from all the stimulation.Ā
ālike that,ā she gasps, voice desperate, āfuck me like that, oh godā¦ā
itās the combination of your punishing thrusts and the wet glide of your fingers on her clit that finally makes her come, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her vision goes white. pleasure explodes throughout her body, and though you donāt stop moving your hips, you slow down to admire the sight of vi when she reaches her peak - a sight youāll never tire of.
only when youāre sure vi has rode out her orgasm do you pull out from her, your eyes rolling when you hear the filthy, slick noises of the silicon leaving viās abused cunt. you part your lips and youāre about to make a comment about how hot that was when you notice a wet spot beneath viās hips on the bed.Ā
you shoot a surprised glance at vi, then return your gaze to the wet spot. you knew vi was wet, but this⦠this is practically a puddle beneath her.Ā
ābabe,ā you say, finally, āi think you⦠squirted.ā
exhausted from her orgasm, all vi can do is lift her head from the pillow to glance at the wet spot on the sheets. she turns red again.Ā
ānever done that before,ā she remarks.Ā
you grin, climbing on top of vi again to smother her with a searing kiss. when you pull away, you have a wicked glint in your eyes as you ask: