Cw: MDNI 18+ content! NSFW Secrets, pics, onlyfans reader, kind of slow burn, Vi is a secretive pervert in this au, suggestive themes, eventual f*ck between reader and Vi in this series, HOWEVER!! lots of m4sturbation, Sub Vi,,masturbation in public restroom?, a little bit of drama afoot, Ex Caitlyn! embarrassing scenes, ngl like second hand embarrassment, yes Vi has a pocket book aka a pussy, Modern au in the arcane world!
Summary: The beginning to it all. A pink haired lady just trying to get her freak on, but constantly interrupted through out the day. To be honest is it really her day? Or just a string of bad luck? Find out below!
wc: 5k
Fanart of Vi x reader: @/honeyboo-1
Dc:@/fic-dumpster
Song: Glory box by Portishead💎❄️
Prologue
19:07PM
Only the pulse of sex illuminated in this room, not amongst two but one person. A veil of complete solitary freedom, deliciously plucking each nerve by glistened coated strong fingers.
“Ahng.. mmf! F-ucckk!!” Harmonic sounds bouncing from wall to wall, sloppy wet noise coming out so sweet, sticky like cotton candy. “cum.. cumming again..mmm.. ah—ahh, guh, yes.. mm!” a broken whine falls again. Barely muffled, but loud enough through her plushed sheets. Her light damped face half smushed into a mattress, beads of sweat dripping from their legs mixed with sacred arousal that people would pay an arm and a leg for. Shaking like a quaking volcano, rolling hips in tandem, mixing more of her deep heat with her desperate sweat that dwells in their lower regions within lustful desires. Her mouth agaped, moaning out in need for herself to touch herself more on sodden clit. Her eyes glassed and glossy, shine reflecting from the blue screen that sits sideways in front of her. The womans concentration laid on a gif of a person playing with their tits.. just enough stimulation she needs for her sweet masturbation session. In the gif she can see her favorite girl letting drool dribble down their pebbled nipple as they rubbed it in so with an enticing finger.
Just witnessing something like that has her stomach riled with a hot familiar warmth, buzzing, tickling the goosebumps from aftershocks. She needs to cum, she wants to cum..
Suddenly loud thuds came from below the floorboards. She’d groan already knowing who the hell is interrupting, and she’s not fucking interested. Clenching the sheets into a ball of burgundy cloth within a raging, vein popping fist “Fuck off Ronney!” Vi’s tone coming out acidic like, rasping out, as if she had to climb from her depths of lust, to even reach anger— if she was playing a mocking game of charades she definitely would be close to imitating an aggravated trucker stuck in traffic. In this case though, it's more like.. stuck between kicking Ronney’s ass before or after she nuts.
He stops meddling with his ceiling that is so conveniently close to Vi’s floor boards momentarily after grunting out an annoyed sigh, and a few questionable grumbles.
This was just another day at this fucked apartment compex, and quite frankly, Vi’s had enough of it.
From posing ass up in the air, playing with her clit like a record player, to sitting on her haunches real quick. Vi raked her now slightly damp hair out of her face, as she took a glimpse around her room. Silhouettes of various boxes flooded the floors.
“I really need to move out asap,—” huffing out, as a droplet of sweat runs down her forehead.
“Can’t get a moment to even please myself.” She muttered only for herself to hear.
Her eyes drawn back to her screen, tempted to finish what she had started, though the time caught her attention more. It’s only the afternoon, she has plenty of time to finish to please herself to another orgasm. In so, she bends back down, her hand nearing her arousal again.. except, something troubled her, an itch in her brain that she can’t quite get rid of. Taking a second glance at the clock it finally sets in. Realization, upper cutting her like it's no one's business.
“Oh shit!” She exclaims as she rushes off the bed and towards the bathroom, taking her sports bra off. A gasp leaves her lip as she slips on one of her tee shirts, falling hard on the wooden floor. “Dammit!” She exclaimed, raspy tunneling out her throat from the pain that gave her no mercy, hopefully it shouldn’t leave a bruise.
“Karma!” Her “lovely” neighbor once again interjects themselves in her business with not a second to lose.
Earning another “Fuck off!” From one late, exhausted, blue balled(blue lady balls lmao) Vi.
Despite the fact she’s rushing in quite a hurry. After a quick shower, rushing through her article of clothing, putting on her finest clothes, and crazy enough slicked her hair back like how she used to in the past. You wouldn’t be able to guess she that jorked it not too long ago.
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She managed to make it time(she in fact did not make it in time but made it in time in her world). Pulling up to a tall building, a lavish hotel that is known to have hostility towards Zaunites. This tower of a 72 room investment, is called The Maine Château. The “problem” for this hotel in particular is times have been changing gradually. Lots of Pilties and Zaunites are now intermingling amongst each other, to either friend or lover. And not a lot of pilties are happy with that.
Why is Vi somewhere she knows like the back of her hand would not ever accept her? That’s not like her at all. Patting her waist coat down, and a slip of paper jumps out. Falling to the floor.
Just what what I was looking for.
She’d reach down and grab it, turning it over.
𓊆T𓊇
Maine Château
St benard 176254
19:01PM
You are invited as a guest for our
companies grand promotion/revelation of engineerin—
Tucking it in her back pocket.
Yup, this is the place..
Getting off of her motorcycle, fixing her gray blazer over her shoulders, swiping down her wide leg trousers. Hoping that no leaves stuck to her as she had driven over the speed limit. Taking a quick glance at her black shoes in a slick manner where no one would notice.
Yes, she may be late, but Vi’s not the type of person that still wouldn’t try to waste a single minute more. But will always, always make sure she stays intact when it comes down to her fashion choices.
She took her time scanning her environment, a bunch of twisted faces in the sea of this crowd.
Heaving a long sigh out, ready to deal with whatever to come. Cool air kissed her skin as soon as she removed her black matte helmet, and quite frankly what wouldn’t kiss her face. However, some feel as though she’s not deserving of anything that exists within gentleness.
Grimaced stares head her way. A group of guests outside the building were just in the middle of gossiping until they saw this cotton candy haired woman. Their heads turned dramatically slow as if she just broke some glass. As soon as they spot her they can tell she’s a Zaunite from the undercity side.
Her pink hair rebelling the usual brunettes, blondes, and black haired people. She stuck out like a thumb, and those tattoos peeping through her rolled up sleeves did not help. Especially that roman numeral on her face. Scandalous. People often would ask her did that one hurt, though people like Pilties would ask ‘what kind of brute inks their face?’ But would be cracking necks if they even had so much of a peek at her back. If these Pilties saw that, they would faint or even panic if more “rif raf” like Vi would be showing up.
“You know if they let one of them in it’ll create, ugh.. progression..” one whispered, not hushed enough.
“We should have known this would happen, as soon as Viktor showed up to work for this company it was going to go down hill..” another one chimes in.
“Oh please, she’s cute for a gutter rat, she should stay..”
Regardless of what a Piltie could say or think, they can’t deny that she has their attention, dripping with a mastery of pretty and handsome at the same time. A rare case that not many can just do. And a rarity that is Vi.
A group that flocks together and says no to one, only makes a ripple effect for our dear Vi. Faces tell her no, but the body language gives curiosity, allurement, and a spark from an invisible match dragged against the narrowest of mind to light a fire of vast space that begged for more.
From the distance she can see her friend of 5 years, Jayce taking his sweet time to come on over, his award winning smile distracting the crowd for their minds to think of the golden boy himself.
Stopping in front of her, hands behind his back, quirking a questionable eyebrow up. He took one look towards Vi’s vehicle. And immediately understood where all the commotion was coming from. He felt the group's eyes amongst them, gravity sat heavy upon him. Forcing a cough out before he began to open his mouth to speak.
“You know I could’ve uh.. called someone to drive you here instead.. in a limo, something fun..”
Without haste she’d cock her head, disgusted by the suggestion for a limo over her baby. Vi didn’t have to say anything for Jayce to know that she would not ever choose a limo over a motorcycle. And he can’t really blame ‘em, bikes are way cooler. Though— he wished for certain occasions the bike could be a second option.
Stepping deftly around him, the partner of hextech and his loving partner Viktor. Patting Jayce's chest, with a doting smile.
“Jayce we talked about this, your mouth moves too much” quietly under his breath to not cause a commotion, his arms folded, and a sigh right after, but as soon as he sees Vi, his shoulders relax, giving her an apologetic smile. His eyes softened, yet soon turned sharp when his attention went back to Jayce.
“Well I haven’t had any complaints so far..” He groaned into his fist. His boyfriend can be a bit cold but it’s out of love and out of manners. You’d think someone from Piltover would have some but of course, ignorant bias still hangs on his shoulders on how he should talk to Zaunites.. in front of Pilties. Viktor would mouthed out the words ‘still love you, but get your act together, we talked about this several times.’
He’d sigh, nodding his head in agreement. Today is not the day to bring unwanted attention. Soon taking a step closer to wrap his arm around Viktor, leaning down just a bit. Whispering something in his ear, that has him blushing beat red, rolling his eyes, trying his best not to smile.
“Ew, am I here to support you or third wheel?” Vi interjects, putting away her helmet.
“Support”
“Both”
Jayce and Viktor gave each other a squint out of pure annoyance, only the couple would know what that meant for the both. But, being how Vi has spent enough time with the duo, she knows an argument or some serious tension is about to unfold sometime later for them. And she rather not see that unfold at this very… snooty populated event.
“Love your honesty, Viktor” Vi said, walking past the both of them, and the two following her.
“Vee, next time, synchronize with me, please?”
“I will do no such thing.”
The banter had already begun, it will be resolved as soon as the pair go backstage, camouflage behind a thick curtain. Definitely sealed off with an apology by a kiss, hopefully.
“Yup, definitely third wheeling” she muttered to herself. A flash of light and vibration from her pocket would soon end her rising troubles. She reached in her pocket to grab it however..
An intimidatingly tall woman bumps into Vi walking out of the building, and as sturdy as Vi is, of course she didn’t fall. Yet, why in the hell is someone not watching where they’re going? Vi wanted to curse them out until she saw them. Attention was not hard for this familiar person to gain as her eyes traveled up their body, landing on their face. Lo and behold, it’s her ex…
Whipping her head back at Jayce, scowling at him, before she can even think of something to say. She wanted to wring his head, to ask him a great question that old wise people have graciously given us for times like these: what the actual fuck? Her lips parted but nothing came out. Words failed her, and only jumbled thoughts settled in. He shrugged as if he truly didn’t know but this isn’t someone that anybody can look over and shrug off like some lint. Jayce tried to play it cool, half grin befallen his face, picking at his cufflinks.
He wasn’t going to get off that easily, hell no, not as long as Vi had known him, absolutely not.
She could see right through him, he was nervous, his stained pits told her that, and it didn’t take long for Viktor to pinch his wrinkled brows, obviously disappointed in Jayce that he didn’t tell her.
A warning would’ve been nice.
“Sorry, sorry.. um..” The woman apologizes, trying to think of something, anything, but she can’t find her voice again. Vi takes one more look at her, landed straight onto her ocean blue eyes, and these eyes belong to none other than Caitlyn Kirraman, the woman that changed Vi’s life forever, now in front of her all over again and not knowing what to do.. Vi’s eyes kept scattering all over Caitlyn's face, and judging by her enforcer uniform she’s not here to party..
Of course she isn’t…
Nerves prickled at Vi’s neck, and avoiding eye contact was too late. No choice but she had to choose the best outcome, and sadly it’s the most awkward thing to do.
Moving quickly around her, not giving them a chance to speak, or even a single hi exchange. Cold door handles met her hands, finally entering the building. Escaping that encounter by any means, a relieved huff came from Vi’s mouth. Soon sucked in tight again. The place reeked of privilege, the kind that hates being mingled with anything different, anything like Vi.. The tips of her ears being graced by the warm air but feeling a blizzard inside. She could hear her heart beat in her ears, rapidly becoming erratic, less rhythmic.
Jayce was on her tail though, worried that she might freak out, or worse..cry.
“Are you okay?” Jayce inquired, concerned from her hasty response, a beat passes before she can respond with “I’m fine” folding her arms, tugging at the cotton material. A savvy scan of the room's ceiling to make something up on the spot, came quite easy for her, “Just too many chandeliers blinding me..”
She wouldn’t look at him, not even for a second. Which only made Jayce all the more anxious, slicking his hair back trying to come up with something to say. But nothing that doesn’t sound like an excuse would come up..
“I.. — I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told y-“
“A glass of champagne?” A waiter offers, splicing themselves at a terrible time into their.. drama, but the right time for Vi, “Don’t mind if I do.” She says while taking two drinks. The waiter gave the two a nervous smile, nodding, trying their best not to lean in anymore into their thick air. Hurrying back to the bar to flap their gums to the other employees..
Jayce goes to grab for the other champagne glass, however Vi pulls the glasses away from him. “Uh no, both of these are for me,”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
More people enter the building, mingling, and haughty laughter floats around the different groups, booming through the room; the kind of laughter that you’d only hear in the movies. Where they would all laugh like it’s practiced and not from the gut itself. To appear classy not brutish. In Vi’s mind: fuck that, if you’re gonna laugh it better be worth it, or at least human, not robotic fake smiles all around. She gulps one glass of champagne to that thought without problems.
Meanwhile the staff is attending to everyone, there’s chefs not behind a door but in front of them cooking like it's a hibachi restaurant, but at a professional classy level. Chandeliers across the ceiling shine as if there are real diamonds bouncing light off the other, flowers planted in different spots of tall windows that reach the high ceilings, in other word its grand. Another gulp to the next glass of champagne, not knowing where to put it, she places the empty glasses on a near by table. Even the table cloth was fancy, intricate patterns sewn into the cream colored fabric laced with gold trims.
At first glance you are overwhelmed with how spacious the place is. Grandiose space that could fit more than Vi’s family, and she knows she has a big family, shit the ceiling was so high it wouldn’t dare touch a pretty piltie overdressed head. This is the kind of place that shouldn’t shock most, as long as you’re wealthy and have great connections that is.
They really went all out for a promotion, and possibly something more, usually Jayce has another announcement in his sleeve for things like this.. he would be yapping away to Vi about his entire process.
Right now though, he doesn’t even resemble what he’d usually look like. There’s no glow in him, just.. upset befallen his face..
She steals a few glances of his face, to make sure, and she’s right. He’s not okay. The lines on his forehead were deep with worry, his eyes nearing glassy. Unfortunately it was working and pricked her heart, making it heavy. She can’t stand it when someone's nearly on the verge of tears.. not one of her friends or family members.
This is so annoying..
“Definitely piltied all over the place” she muttered
His head perks up, taking a deep breath, hands behind his back, fidgeting with his cuff link again.
“I— I said the same thing, and you know what?”
She turns her head to him, shrugging to say ‘I don’t know, what?’ with a small grin.
“I think they’re missing something” he says with a nod, eyebrows drawn together, pretending that he’s thinking.
“Absolutely, where’s that ice sculpture we were all promised?” Vi mimicking a posh voice And right on time ironically, It rolls in, an exact replica of one of Jayce's inventions, a powerful gemstone. The same gemstone that swept the nation, completely turning the competition for electricity totally around.
“Oh that is too bad, such a small ice sculpture” him also mimicking a posh voice right back.
“Oh please, it’s not that bad. You ought to know that sculpture is imported from the coldest of places. We’ll be drinking from our tiny margarita glasses tasting that ice from the Atlantic" a plastered arrogant facial expression, Vi made to really sell the bit, Jayce slapped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Holding it only made him appear struggling with his bowels.
“Hm quite” his tone was anything but what it was before it came out frail and high pitched. They’d share a long stare, rattling shoulder before bursting out with laughter, hard enough to grab some attention, yet this time his shoulders stand tall and relaxed. Smiling wide, happily seeing Vi’s face less stiff and hearing her laugh like a real person would. That’s one thing he loves about hanging out with her, she’s real. Not some sheet of paper person with directions front to back. It may take some time for him to readjust himself from Piltie to just Jayce, but he gets there. She lets out a snort, and he pats her back, only making her cough from the strong pats.
Jayce sighed, wiping a tear from her ear duct “I hope you can forgive me, I—“
“Save it, this is your day, but— you can apologize to me by giving me your moms rice recipe tomorrow.”
“My m- you know what.. you got it, I’ll let her know.”
Her phone vibrates twice, and she subconsciously reaches for it again. Wondering what could possibly be making her phone rattle so crazily. She could guess that someone updated something from an app, or it could be her favorite doing something that has social media audience in a horny frenzy.
“Anyways, let's find our seats..” Jayce gestured a thumb behind him, she gives it a thought but honestly.. interrupted once again from grabbing her phone. This was frustrating her and her stomach.
“Nah you go ahead, I’m gonna check out the buffet, kay?”
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The food was calling her name, Pilties may go above and beyond for a simple shindig, but at least the food can be worth it sometimes. It matched the same as the extravagant decor, abundant. The spread was amazingly mouth watering even; to truffle buttered lobsters, to perfectly cooked wagyu. She grabbed a plate.. it was tiny.. as expected, they only want you to taste the food not gorge. Obviously Vi went for the shrimp first amongst the array of food, manageable to eat on such a tiny plate of course.
Little cute hums from her would escape as she ate, it was perfectly seasoned, some were fried to perfection, in fact some of it had coconut shreddings, but what caught her eye the most was this amber liquid with strawberry pink umbrellas. She shrugged, not really thinking whatsoever about what it could taste like. It must be good if it’s in the pilties domain right?
As soon as it touched her tongue her faced soured full of regret. “ugh, who serves cold tea at a banquet?”
“Most do” a familiar voice..flutters in, with knife like wings. It was as though every movement was now in a complete halt, as if alerted by danger. In other words: her ex. Now of course she wasn’t dangerous.. it’s just. Vi doesn’t like being caught off guard.
“what’re you doing here?” She asks, her tone flat, as the tea she just sipped.
“Someone has to keep guard of my best friend”
“You mean my bestie?”
She sighs briefly before speaking again “Our best friend” taking a step a bit closer, only making Vi step back. Her ex noticed she’s putting a wall up before she can even say anything. It’s not anything new to her, this is just how Vi is, and she’s had plenty of time to familiarize herself with her “whiplash”. Nervously flexing her fingers at her own sides, Caitlyn doesn’t move any closer than she has.
“Sure” Vi’s eyes tick down at her drink, then flicking to Caitlyns badge.
Caitlyn tries to search for anything in Vi’s eye, something that tells her that there is a part of her that is attached, somewhat tethered with each other. But there's nothing.. She can’t find any, and yet she convinces herself not to give up. Not just yet
However in Vi’s mind she’s pleading that this stops..
“It’s been boring going to these parties by myself” She circles the rim of her scotch glass, half-drunken, ice clearly melted, plundering whatever flavor it even had left. She’s not drunk but she’s definitely spinning in her mind.
“Yeah?” Vi’s eyes trail back to the array of food, and now— her tongue feels rather frail to try to eat now.. let alone taste.
“Yeah..” she parrots back...
“You should come with me to the next one…?” If the air wasn’t thick already it might as well be metallic. Caitlyns surgically removing it to get out of the way to reach for her. For Vi. She has hope in her cerulean eyes, thinking ‘please, reach for me too’
Saved by the bell, Vi’s phone vibrates 5 times, “Oh shit um I have to take this call… talk to you some other time?”
Her eyes follow Vi’s hands taking her phone out, it’s vibrating urgently, flashing like an enforcer’s siren.
“Oh.. oh! Okay— yeah.”
“I really gotta take this, not trying to be rude. But um! Yeah.” She says backing away from the buffet area, almost bumping into someone. Biting her bottom lip on instinct, trying not to show how uncomfortable she is having this dying conversation.
“No-no it’s fine.” It felt as though a rock was placed into the British woman's throat, not being able to say anything but that reply, refusing to go any further..
Even though the conversation has died, her eyes still trail over to Vi. And funny enough, Caitlyn can almost catch a glimpse of the notification, she may not be able to tell what exactly it is on her screen but she is sure that whoever she saw was a person with long hair..
Her brows knitted together with frustration for herself. As she watched Vi walk away.. All she can think is—
I waited too long…
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Not a moment to waste for Vi, escaping that awkward conversation.. She beelines for the bathroom, a few bumps from the crowd, and swings the door open. Only to find no one there, empty. Thankfully empty. She takes a relieved sigh, taking slow steps around the bathroom checking if anyone else was there. She had to make sure, before opening tumblr notifications.
“Oh fuck yes!” Echoing in the marbled floored bathroom, voice wavering against the cream colored walls.
Her favorite was making a promotion on her blog, and it was such great timing. Of course she pressed the link excitedly, only to be disappointed just as quick.
“And.. I just need one hundred dollars.. for an hour long video.. ” People were already scrambling to the comment section of that very post, telling her this was her best one yet. Vi wanted to bite her finger nails off for missing out.
It's rare to get good lesbian porn nowadays especially with some couples breaking up and deleting their best videos. Luckily she doesn’t have to worry about that when it comes to your videos. You didn’t seem like the person who’d settle down. You’ve been doing this for 5 years now? Not once did any of your followers catch you being in a relationship. There were zero signs. And there were zero signs that you had never been touched before. Clearly not just someone posting videos from only toys, but genuine experience.
Even the down right debaucherous text post you’d make didn’t give out a lot of information.
That’s probably why so many people follow you, knowing that you have no one to claim you, especially from how you talk in the videos to your audience, as if they're the only ones in the room with you.
“I have to wait til after I move to make a big ass purchase. Dammit!” She exclaimed with a stomp to the ground, grumbling to herself that this move is way more important.
At least I can buy pics.. but that hour.. of bliss. Ugh.. man
Her thoughts becoming mere filth in her head, watching the same videos again again, is nice but holy shit it is ten times better to watch a new video instead. Yes there are some favorites she has, though the way you find new ways to make yourself cum, the outfits, the fucking quality.. It just gets better and better with each video.
You used to be such a small account until you began taking yourself more seriously, and that’s when people noticed this light about you. Like a moth to a flame you became a beacon for a lot of people who don’t want person after person, they just want to see someone actually like fucking themselves. And to make matters even more delectable, you have this way about your videos that people look for in amateur porn that’s dripping with passion.
Not to mention but your body, as any other beautiful body on this earth, is just a prime example of another plus to be a loyal follower. You’re addictive to look at, to listen to, and to entertain.. Sometimes you even have a raffle for someone to receive a personal video made for them on your cashapp. They can request anything as long as it doesn’t violate your rules.
It only takes one click for anyone to see you, and know right then and there, that they’re going to be around for a while. And when Vi saw you, for the very first time, she didn’t think of anything else, she scrolled, at first. Until a post about you exploded, it was just someone hyping you up. Nothing new to the app… except.. it had over a hundred thousand notes. Popular accounts shouted you out? That’s big? What's bigger is what followed soon after, major promotions for certain “appliances”. Most of those “appliances” were in fact by lesbian owned companies.
It got everyone questioning why would some straight girl do that— oh. Then another boom of influx tapped into who you were.
Supernova— the Lesbian princess of Onlyfans, currently hides halves of their face, but a body that just won’t stop.
If Vi’s curiosity wasn’t peaked then, then it sure would after the fact of learning that you not only looked hot but you matched the voice for someone who no one could ever see their face. Of course rumors of discourse if you were ugly or not, but that fan base of yours was too locked in to let anyone badmouth you. You didn’t have to lift a finger. The keyboard warriors were ready to aid you, making sure trolls stay in their place, and people who dared to get entitled with you.
It was easy for Vi to get hooked, it just seemed welcoming. Especially with how people were so adamant about how good your videos were. Review after review from different blogs popped up, and your favorite one was when you wore a black lace set, in shibari, rambling while fucking yourself, against your wall, p.o.v. You’d pretend that the viewer had a remote, dialing the settings up for a stringer vibration. Where they can see every little shudder, and another camera to show underneath. The second camera was completely blurred by your slick, as it was dripping as you came hard.
Safe to say that was exactly what kept Vi around. It wasn’t something she was going to see on a regular website. It had to be you.
And instead of trying to date another woman after woman, risking unnecessary drama that she does not want at her doorstep. She just pays for your videos. Quick and easy.
Except.. today.
Scrolling through your page.. She can feel herself getting riled up again.. her body was getting real hot, and her mind stubborn on you.
Her eyes are traveling to your tits..
They’re so damn pretty..
just thinking about how soft they feel, how you would whine if she teased your nipples, maybe even sucking them with a bit of pressure. Giving your breast hickies..
A flashback to how she used to fuck caitlyn plays in the back of her mind.
Nope, nope.. no. You’re only thinking about that because you saw her today.. I don’t want to think about that..
Not right now.. not today.
She remembers she didn’t exactly finish earlier.. and they haven’t announced Jayce just yet.. so.. why not have a little fun… in a stall.
Without a single thought she opens the door, locks it for good measure and frantically goes for her belt. Unbuckling her pants, the metallic clatter echoed in that quiet bathroom, only making her heart beat even faster. “Mmf, f-fuck, can’t believe I’m gonna do this..”Barely above a whisper, just in case anyone were to hear her.
Her hand where she held her phone shook with anticipation, and her heat throbbed with want. So much want that it was insatiable. However with your previous post, she should be able to cum lots in this bathroom.
Thankfully it's clean as a whistle, barely any stray toilet paper on the floor, in fact there was none. But not polished to the point where Vi could slip on her footing as she slid her pants down to her knees. And as expected, with a single shivered touch, her boxers were soaked.
Vi was quick to scour your pages on only fans for a video, tumblr for a gif or picture. Her hand drifts in between her legs, finding herself radiating great warmth, only from a few pics of you. She’d trace a finger down her mound feeling soft plushness, hips bucking from the slight friction. Pussy antsy to be touched. Her finger tips trailed lower and lower, swearing she had forgotten how to breathe.
Watching you bend over, perfect pretty pussy, shaped nicely in some pink cotton panties..
In Vi’s mind she wanted to grab those panties, stretch them until they digged deep into your wet cunt, pulling them back ‘n forth to create some friction for your whiney clit. Hearing you moan for her to fuck you..
Gods, the thought of it all, encircling her own clit, heavy pants coming out feverishly..
All nice and ready to really start fucking herself silly in this bathroom— until, a loud bang hits the wall! Almost making her drop her phone. Gripping it tightly, her heart froze and her body shook..
What the actual fuck?!
She had no choice but to stop, a full blown stop, not only did it caught her off guard, but.. it ruined the mood for her..
She may be a pervert but she’s not going to masturbate to a random stranger's voice in a bathroom. It would haunt her for decades.
“I told you to stop calling me!” And that loud voice.. that very voice sounds almost like— well you. Supernova. However angry.. an angry version of your voice. The same person that she’s been undoing her loose ribbons for. And hearing that alone made her clit throb. Biting her quivering lip, squeezing her phone just a tad bit more, needing to hear that voice a bit longer..
.. I’m better than this.. I should be minding my business.
Except she couldn’t, not hearing a voice like that. Her ears were begging to hear. More of you, not even realizing that it could be you. Her hands were nervous to move at all. Still and frozen is all she could do while she heard you go off on whoever pissed you off.
“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are,"
“In fact, you are so lucky that I haven’t called a restraining order against you.”
The voice continued. Vi was basically your passerby diary at this point, with how little detail but so much information she was getting. She tried her absolute best not to make a single sound, and struggling to keep her pants from falling all the way down.
“Yeah, whatever. Of course blame it on me, as if I never did shit for you.”
With a beep, hanging up on the person. They heaved out a long sigh.. not letting a beat pass as they gathered themselves to leave, the sound of their heels bouncing off wall to wall, fading into silence again.
Wiping a dramatic tear a of sweat from her forehead Vi,
Dressed herself back up, quickly washed her hands, and left the room too. And for a second.. she saw someone in the corner of her eyes standing next to the bathroom door. Their eyes glassy, tears bubbling up to the brim of their waterlines.
It’s none of her business.
She does nothing. If anything Vi was hoping that person didn’t notice she was in there with them. Listening to them argue like some soap opera.
Walking back to her seat as if nothing ever happened. Viktor and Jayce were missing, that should mean that the announcement for their new invention and promotion should be starting soon..
The lights gradually dimmed, as the curtain slowly opened to reveal the duo. Usually promotions are not this big of a deal but for their company, it sure as hell is.
She’s supposed to keep her eye on her friends, to keep an eye on the speech, but her eyes wander. Wandering to that bathroom door, in search of that person..but, they were nowhere to be found.
Though, Vi tried her best not to meddle with the affairs of some random person. She couldn’t help but wonder. What happened? Who were you what was your story, and why.. did you sound exactly like.. her?
Were you her?
But, who could ask after the shame and guilt she felt rain over her thinking back that she masturbated in that bathroom. Regardless that she didn’t finish, regardless she listened to her morals first by refusing to masturbate to a total strangers voice in that very bathroom. (Literally that would be beyond fucked up) However It didn’t matter that she stopped. Its the fact she wasn’t at home to do it. The bathroom may have been clean, but she felt as though she made it dirty. As if she just proved everyone right in this building that she doesn’t belong.
‘💋’
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⤷ Vi was an absolute slut. Especially when she was in heat. She didn’t let you get a single second of rest, her hard-on was already rubbing against your thigh as she pulled your hands to her tits, “please, mommy, touch me, I need you so badly,” she whined, her lips glossy and reddened from chewing so damn much, her cheeks were glistening with tears shed from overstimulation— yet she still wanted more, craved more.
⤷ This bitch in heat loved all her holes played with. You could be grabbing an inflatable plug to stretch out her slutty ass till it was a gaping mess and she’d beg you to do exactly that. She didn’t have an ounce of shame in her body and she was proud of it. “Stretch me out,” she whispered as she perched on the bed on her knees with her hands stretching her ass out, “I’m a mess for you.” You entered the plug in her twitching hole, “what a filthy animal.” Her tail wagged excitedly as you pumped the toy bigger and bigger, the loud— pssssssht— of the toy getting her wetter.
⤷ She calls you “mommy”, “mistress” and “owner”.
⤷ Vi wore a collar all the time. It had a little heart shaped tag that said her name VIOLET in big red block letters and if you flipped it over, it also said— PUSSY DRUNK.
⤷ Vi insisted that her nipple piercings hurt her nipples if you didn’t rub them or place those little egg shaped vibrators against them while you pounded her silly. It came to a point where she was so infuriating and distracting, you couldn’t work so while your meeting continued— you connected a chain to her nipple piercings which you tugged every time she moaned too loudly, her cunt grinding against your shoe.
⤷ She pressed her legs together with her hands clamped onto her aching dick. “It hurts…” you had her caged for misbehaving earlier because she just wanted your pussy. “You need to learn,” you murmured coldly, eyes on the way her knees buckled and her body shivered. “I’m sorry, mommy, I’m so sorry,” her voice wavered, a sob rising in her throat but she didn’t let the tears escape yet. You finally got up and walked to her, “you’ll control it better from now?” You grabbed the shaft, tugging it harshly, “hmm?” She choked out a sob, nodding frantically. “Please…!” She squeaked, and you only smirked— slow and cruel.
⤷ “Mommy!” She screamed into your neck as she struggled to thrust inside, she was throbbing and her dick was far too sensitive now. But she wanted to cum and you’d promised you’d make her cum. “Mommy, please,” she croaked as you tugged her leash, forcing her deeper in you. “Oh, come oooon, puppy.” You grinned, “it’s not that hard.” Well, that was the thing— it was painfully hard.
Cw: MDNI 18+ content! NSFW Secrets, pics, onlyfans reader, kind of slow burn, Vi is a secretive pervert in this au, suggestive themes, eventual f*ck between reader and Vi in this series, HOWEVER!! lots of m4sturbation, Sub Vi,,masturbation in public restroom?, a little bit of drama afoot, Ex Caitlyn! embarrassing scenes, ngl like second hand embarrassment, yes Vi has a pocket book aka a pussy, Modern au in the arcane world!
Summary: The beginning to it all. A pink haired lady just trying to get her freak on, but constantly interrupted through out the day. To be honest is it really her day? Or just a string of bad luck? Find out below!
wc: 5k
Fanart of Vi x reader: @/honeyboo-1
Dc:@/fic-dumpster
Song: Glory box by Portishead💎❄️
Prologue
19:07PM
Only the pulse of sex illuminated in this room, not amongst two but one person. A veil of complete solitary freedom, deliciously plucking each nerve by glistened coated strong fingers.
“Ahng.. mmf! F-ucckk!!” Harmonic sounds bouncing from wall to wall, sloppy wet noise coming out so sweet, sticky like cotton candy. “cum.. cumming again..mmm.. ah—ahh, guh, yes.. mm!” a broken whine falls again. Barely muffled, but loud enough through her plushed sheets. Her light damped face half smushed into a mattress, beads of sweat dripping from their legs mixed with sacred arousal that people would pay an arm and a leg for. Shaking like a quaking volcano, rolling hips in tandem, mixing more of her deep heat with her desperate sweat that dwells in their lower regions within lustful desires. Her mouth agaped, moaning out in need for herself to touch herself more on sodden clit. Her eyes glassed and glossy, shine reflecting from the blue screen that sits sideways in front of her. The womans concentration laid on a gif of a person playing with their tits.. just enough stimulation she needs for her sweet masturbation session. In the gif she can see her favorite girl letting drool dribble down their pebbled nipple as they rubbed it in so with an enticing finger.
Just witnessing something like that has her stomach riled with a hot familiar warmth, buzzing, tickling the goosebumps from aftershocks. She needs to cum, she wants to cum..
Suddenly loud thuds came from below the floorboards. She’d groan already knowing who the hell is interrupting, and she’s not fucking interested. Clenching the sheets into a ball of burgundy cloth within a raging, vein popping fist “Fuck off Ronney!” Vi’s tone coming out acidic like, rasping out, as if she had to climb from her depths of lust, to even reach anger— if she was playing a mocking game of charades she definitely would be close to imitating an aggravated trucker stuck in traffic. In this case though, it's more like.. stuck between kicking Ronney’s ass before or after she nuts.
He stops meddling with his ceiling that is so conveniently close to Vi’s floor boards momentarily after grunting out an annoyed sigh, and a few questionable grumbles.
This was just another day at this fucked apartment compex, and quite frankly, Vi’s had enough of it.
From posing ass up in the air, playing with her clit like a record player, to sitting on her haunches real quick. Vi raked her now slightly damp hair out of her face, as she took a glimpse around her room. Silhouettes of various boxes flooded the floors.
“I really need to move out asap,—” huffing out, as a droplet of sweat runs down her forehead.
“Can’t get a moment to even please myself.” She muttered only for herself to hear.
Her eyes drawn back to her screen, tempted to finish what she had started, though the time caught her attention more. It’s only the afternoon, she has plenty of time to finish to please herself to another orgasm. In so, she bends back down, her hand nearing her arousal again.. except, something troubled her, an itch in her brain that she can’t quite get rid of. Taking a second glance at the clock it finally sets in. Realization, upper cutting her like it's no one's business.
“Oh shit!” She exclaims as she rushes off the bed and towards the bathroom, taking her sports bra off. A gasp leaves her lip as she slips on one of her tee shirts, falling hard on the wooden floor. “Dammit!” She exclaimed, raspy tunneling out her throat from the pain that gave her no mercy, hopefully it shouldn’t leave a bruise.
“Karma!” Her “lovely” neighbor once again interjects themselves in her business with not a second to lose.
Earning another “Fuck off!” From one late, exhausted, blue balled(blue lady balls lmao) Vi.
Despite the fact she’s rushing in quite a hurry. After a quick shower, rushing through her article of clothing, putting on her finest clothes, and crazy enough slicked her hair back like how she used to in the past. You wouldn’t be able to guess she that jorked it not too long ago.
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She managed to make it time(she in fact did not make it in time but made it in time in her world). Pulling up to a tall building, a lavish hotel that is known to have hostility towards Zaunites. This tower of a 72 room investment, is called The Maine Château. The “problem” for this hotel in particular is times have been changing gradually. Lots of Pilties and Zaunites are now intermingling amongst each other, to either friend or lover. And not a lot of pilties are happy with that.
Why is Vi somewhere she knows like the back of her hand would not ever accept her? That’s not like her at all. Patting her waist coat down, and a slip of paper jumps out. Falling to the floor.
Just what what I was looking for.
She’d reach down and grab it, turning it over.
𓊆T𓊇
Maine Château
St benard 176254
19:01PM
You are invited as a guest for our
companies grand promotion/revelation of engineerin—
Tucking it in her back pocket.
Yup, this is the place..
Getting off of her motorcycle, fixing her gray blazer over her shoulders, swiping down her wide leg trousers. Hoping that no leaves stuck to her as she had driven over the speed limit. Taking a quick glance at her black shoes in a slick manner where no one would notice.
Yes, she may be late, but Vi’s not the type of person that still wouldn’t try to waste a single minute more. But will always, always make sure she stays intact when it comes down to her fashion choices.
She took her time scanning her environment, a bunch of twisted faces in the sea of this crowd.
Heaving a long sigh out, ready to deal with whatever to come. Cool air kissed her skin as soon as she removed her black matte helmet, and quite frankly what wouldn’t kiss her face. However, some feel as though she’s not deserving of anything that exists within gentleness.
Grimaced stares head her way. A group of guests outside the building were just in the middle of gossiping until they saw this cotton candy haired woman. Their heads turned dramatically slow as if she just broke some glass. As soon as they spot her they can tell she’s a Zaunite from the undercity side.
Her pink hair rebelling the usual brunettes, blondes, and black haired people. She stuck out like a thumb, and those tattoos peeping through her rolled up sleeves did not help. Especially that roman numeral on her face. Scandalous. People often would ask her did that one hurt, though people like Pilties would ask ‘what kind of brute inks their face?’ But would be cracking necks if they even had so much of a peek at her back. If these Pilties saw that, they would faint or even panic if more “rif raf” like Vi would be showing up.
“You know if they let one of them in it’ll create, ugh.. progression..” one whispered, not hushed enough.
“We should have known this would happen, as soon as Viktor showed up to work for this company it was going to go down hill..” another one chimes in.
“Oh please, she’s cute for a gutter rat, she should stay..”
Regardless of what a Piltie could say or think, they can’t deny that she has their attention, dripping with a mastery of pretty and handsome at the same time. A rare case that not many can just do. And a rarity that is Vi.
A group that flocks together and says no to one, only makes a ripple effect for our dear Vi. Faces tell her no, but the body language gives curiosity, allurement, and a spark from an invisible match dragged against the narrowest of mind to light a fire of vast space that begged for more.
From the distance she can see her friend of 5 years, Jayce taking his sweet time to come on over, his award winning smile distracting the crowd for their minds to think of the golden boy himself.
Stopping in front of her, hands behind his back, quirking a questionable eyebrow up. He took one look towards Vi’s vehicle. And immediately understood where all the commotion was coming from. He felt the group's eyes amongst them, gravity sat heavy upon him. Forcing a cough out before he began to open his mouth to speak.
“You know I could’ve uh.. called someone to drive you here instead.. in a limo, something fun..”
Without haste she’d cock her head, disgusted by the suggestion for a limo over her baby. Vi didn’t have to say anything for Jayce to know that she would not ever choose a limo over a motorcycle. And he can’t really blame ‘em, bikes are way cooler. Though— he wished for certain occasions the bike could be a second option.
Stepping deftly around him, the partner of hextech and his loving partner Viktor. Patting Jayce's chest, with a doting smile.
“Jayce we talked about this, your mouth moves too much” quietly under his breath to not cause a commotion, his arms folded, and a sigh right after, but as soon as he sees Vi, his shoulders relax, giving her an apologetic smile. His eyes softened, yet soon turned sharp when his attention went back to Jayce.
“Well I haven’t had any complaints so far..” He groaned into his fist. His boyfriend can be a bit cold but it’s out of love and out of manners. You’d think someone from Piltover would have some but of course, ignorant bias still hangs on his shoulders on how he should talk to Zaunites.. in front of Pilties. Viktor would mouthed out the words ‘still love you, but get your act together, we talked about this several times.’
He’d sigh, nodding his head in agreement. Today is not the day to bring unwanted attention. Soon taking a step closer to wrap his arm around Viktor, leaning down just a bit. Whispering something in his ear, that has him blushing beat red, rolling his eyes, trying his best not to smile.
“Ew, am I here to support you or third wheel?” Vi interjects, putting away her helmet.
“Support”
“Both”
Jayce and Viktor gave each other a squint out of pure annoyance, only the couple would know what that meant for the both. But, being how Vi has spent enough time with the duo, she knows an argument or some serious tension is about to unfold sometime later for them. And she rather not see that unfold at this very… snooty populated event.
“Love your honesty, Viktor” Vi said, walking past the both of them, and the two following her.
“Vee, next time, synchronize with me, please?”
“I will do no such thing.”
The banter had already begun, it will be resolved as soon as the pair go backstage, camouflage behind a thick curtain. Definitely sealed off with an apology by a kiss, hopefully.
“Yup, definitely third wheeling” she muttered to herself. A flash of light and vibration from her pocket would soon end her rising troubles. She reached in her pocket to grab it however..
An intimidatingly tall woman bumps into Vi walking out of the building, and as sturdy as Vi is, of course she didn’t fall. Yet, why in the hell is someone not watching where they’re going? Vi wanted to curse them out until she saw them. Attention was not hard for this familiar person to gain as her eyes traveled up their body, landing on their face. Lo and behold, it’s her ex…
Whipping her head back at Jayce, scowling at him, before she can even think of something to say. She wanted to wring his head, to ask him a great question that old wise people have graciously given us for times like these: what the actual fuck? Her lips parted but nothing came out. Words failed her, and only jumbled thoughts settled in. He shrugged as if he truly didn’t know but this isn’t someone that anybody can look over and shrug off like some lint. Jayce tried to play it cool, half grin befallen his face, picking at his cufflinks.
He wasn’t going to get off that easily, hell no, not as long as Vi had known him, absolutely not.
She could see right through him, he was nervous, his stained pits told her that, and it didn’t take long for Viktor to pinch his wrinkled brows, obviously disappointed in Jayce that he didn’t tell her.
A warning would’ve been nice.
“Sorry, sorry.. um..” The woman apologizes, trying to think of something, anything, but she can’t find her voice again. Vi takes one more look at her, landed straight onto her ocean blue eyes, and these eyes belong to none other than Caitlyn Kirraman, the woman that changed Vi’s life forever, now in front of her all over again and not knowing what to do.. Vi’s eyes kept scattering all over Caitlyn's face, and judging by her enforcer uniform she’s not here to party..
Of course she isn’t…
Nerves prickled at Vi’s neck, and avoiding eye contact was too late. No choice but she had to choose the best outcome, and sadly it’s the most awkward thing to do.
Moving quickly around her, not giving them a chance to speak, or even a single hi exchange. Cold door handles met her hands, finally entering the building. Escaping that encounter by any means, a relieved huff came from Vi’s mouth. Soon sucked in tight again. The place reeked of privilege, the kind that hates being mingled with anything different, anything like Vi.. The tips of her ears being graced by the warm air but feeling a blizzard inside. She could hear her heart beat in her ears, rapidly becoming erratic, less rhythmic.
Jayce was on her tail though, worried that she might freak out, or worse..cry.
“Are you okay?” Jayce inquired, concerned from her hasty response, a beat passes before she can respond with “I’m fine” folding her arms, tugging at the cotton material. A savvy scan of the room's ceiling to make something up on the spot, came quite easy for her, “Just too many chandeliers blinding me..”
She wouldn’t look at him, not even for a second. Which only made Jayce all the more anxious, slicking his hair back trying to come up with something to say. But nothing that doesn’t sound like an excuse would come up..
“I.. — I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told y-“
“A glass of champagne?” A waiter offers, splicing themselves at a terrible time into their.. drama, but the right time for Vi, “Don’t mind if I do.” She says while taking two drinks. The waiter gave the two a nervous smile, nodding, trying their best not to lean in anymore into their thick air. Hurrying back to the bar to flap their gums to the other employees..
Jayce goes to grab for the other champagne glass, however Vi pulls the glasses away from him. “Uh no, both of these are for me,”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
More people enter the building, mingling, and haughty laughter floats around the different groups, booming through the room; the kind of laughter that you’d only hear in the movies. Where they would all laugh like it’s practiced and not from the gut itself. To appear classy not brutish. In Vi’s mind: fuck that, if you’re gonna laugh it better be worth it, or at least human, not robotic fake smiles all around. She gulps one glass of champagne to that thought without problems.
Meanwhile the staff is attending to everyone, there’s chefs not behind a door but in front of them cooking like it's a hibachi restaurant, but at a professional classy level. Chandeliers across the ceiling shine as if there are real diamonds bouncing light off the other, flowers planted in different spots of tall windows that reach the high ceilings, in other word its grand. Another gulp to the next glass of champagne, not knowing where to put it, she places the empty glasses on a near by table. Even the table cloth was fancy, intricate patterns sewn into the cream colored fabric laced with gold trims.
At first glance you are overwhelmed with how spacious the place is. Grandiose space that could fit more than Vi’s family, and she knows she has a big family, shit the ceiling was so high it wouldn’t dare touch a pretty piltie overdressed head. This is the kind of place that shouldn’t shock most, as long as you’re wealthy and have great connections that is.
They really went all out for a promotion, and possibly something more, usually Jayce has another announcement in his sleeve for things like this.. he would be yapping away to Vi about his entire process.
Right now though, he doesn’t even resemble what he’d usually look like. There’s no glow in him, just.. upset befallen his face..
She steals a few glances of his face, to make sure, and she’s right. He’s not okay. The lines on his forehead were deep with worry, his eyes nearing glassy. Unfortunately it was working and pricked her heart, making it heavy. She can’t stand it when someone's nearly on the verge of tears.. not one of her friends or family members.
This is so annoying..
“Definitely piltied all over the place” she muttered
His head perks up, taking a deep breath, hands behind his back, fidgeting with his cuff link again.
“I— I said the same thing, and you know what?”
She turns her head to him, shrugging to say ‘I don’t know, what?’ with a small grin.
“I think they’re missing something” he says with a nod, eyebrows drawn together, pretending that he’s thinking.
“Absolutely, where’s that ice sculpture we were all promised?” Vi mimicking a posh voice And right on time ironically, It rolls in, an exact replica of one of Jayce's inventions, a powerful gemstone. The same gemstone that swept the nation, completely turning the competition for electricity totally around.
“Oh that is too bad, such a small ice sculpture” him also mimicking a posh voice right back.
“Oh please, it’s not that bad. You ought to know that sculpture is imported from the coldest of places. We’ll be drinking from our tiny margarita glasses tasting that ice from the Atlantic" a plastered arrogant facial expression, Vi made to really sell the bit, Jayce slapped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Holding it only made him appear struggling with his bowels.
“Hm quite” his tone was anything but what it was before it came out frail and high pitched. They’d share a long stare, rattling shoulder before bursting out with laughter, hard enough to grab some attention, yet this time his shoulders stand tall and relaxed. Smiling wide, happily seeing Vi’s face less stiff and hearing her laugh like a real person would. That’s one thing he loves about hanging out with her, she’s real. Not some sheet of paper person with directions front to back. It may take some time for him to readjust himself from Piltie to just Jayce, but he gets there. She lets out a snort, and he pats her back, only making her cough from the strong pats.
Jayce sighed, wiping a tear from her ear duct “I hope you can forgive me, I—“
“Save it, this is your day, but— you can apologize to me by giving me your moms rice recipe tomorrow.”
“My m- you know what.. you got it, I’ll let her know.”
Her phone vibrates twice, and she subconsciously reaches for it again. Wondering what could possibly be making her phone rattle so crazily. She could guess that someone updated something from an app, or it could be her favorite doing something that has social media audience in a horny frenzy.
“Anyways, let's find our seats..” Jayce gestured a thumb behind him, she gives it a thought but honestly.. interrupted once again from grabbing her phone. This was frustrating her and her stomach.
“Nah you go ahead, I’m gonna check out the buffet, kay?”
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The food was calling her name, Pilties may go above and beyond for a simple shindig, but at least the food can be worth it sometimes. It matched the same as the extravagant decor, abundant. The spread was amazingly mouth watering even; to truffle buttered lobsters, to perfectly cooked wagyu. She grabbed a plate.. it was tiny.. as expected, they only want you to taste the food not gorge. Obviously Vi went for the shrimp first amongst the array of food, manageable to eat on such a tiny plate of course.
Little cute hums from her would escape as she ate, it was perfectly seasoned, some were fried to perfection, in fact some of it had coconut shreddings, but what caught her eye the most was this amber liquid with strawberry pink umbrellas. She shrugged, not really thinking whatsoever about what it could taste like. It must be good if it’s in the pilties domain right?
As soon as it touched her tongue her faced soured full of regret. “ugh, who serves cold tea at a banquet?”
“Most do” a familiar voice..flutters in, with knife like wings. It was as though every movement was now in a complete halt, as if alerted by danger. In other words: her ex. Now of course she wasn’t dangerous.. it’s just. Vi doesn’t like being caught off guard.
“what’re you doing here?” She asks, her tone flat, as the tea she just sipped.
“Someone has to keep guard of my best friend”
“You mean my bestie?”
She sighs briefly before speaking again “Our best friend” taking a step a bit closer, only making Vi step back. Her ex noticed she’s putting a wall up before she can even say anything. It’s not anything new to her, this is just how Vi is, and she’s had plenty of time to familiarize herself with her “whiplash”. Nervously flexing her fingers at her own sides, Caitlyn doesn’t move any closer than she has.
“Sure” Vi’s eyes tick down at her drink, then flicking to Caitlyns badge.
Caitlyn tries to search for anything in Vi’s eye, something that tells her that there is a part of her that is attached, somewhat tethered with each other. But there's nothing.. She can’t find any, and yet she convinces herself not to give up. Not just yet
However in Vi’s mind she’s pleading that this stops..
“It’s been boring going to these parties by myself” She circles the rim of her scotch glass, half-drunken, ice clearly melted, plundering whatever flavor it even had left. She’s not drunk but she’s definitely spinning in her mind.
“Yeah?” Vi’s eyes trail back to the array of food, and now— her tongue feels rather frail to try to eat now.. let alone taste.
“Yeah..” she parrots back...
“You should come with me to the next one…?” If the air wasn’t thick already it might as well be metallic. Caitlyns surgically removing it to get out of the way to reach for her. For Vi. She has hope in her cerulean eyes, thinking ‘please, reach for me too’
Saved by the bell, Vi’s phone vibrates 5 times, “Oh shit um I have to take this call… talk to you some other time?”
Her eyes follow Vi’s hands taking her phone out, it’s vibrating urgently, flashing like an enforcer’s siren.
“Oh.. oh! Okay— yeah.”
“I really gotta take this, not trying to be rude. But um! Yeah.” She says backing away from the buffet area, almost bumping into someone. Biting her bottom lip on instinct, trying not to show how uncomfortable she is having this dying conversation.
“No-no it’s fine.” It felt as though a rock was placed into the British woman's throat, not being able to say anything but that reply, refusing to go any further..
Even though the conversation has died, her eyes still trail over to Vi. And funny enough, Caitlyn can almost catch a glimpse of the notification, she may not be able to tell what exactly it is on her screen but she is sure that whoever she saw was a person with long hair..
Her brows knitted together with frustration for herself. As she watched Vi walk away.. All she can think is—
I waited too long…
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Not a moment to waste for Vi, escaping that awkward conversation.. She beelines for the bathroom, a few bumps from the crowd, and swings the door open. Only to find no one there, empty. Thankfully empty. She takes a relieved sigh, taking slow steps around the bathroom checking if anyone else was there. She had to make sure, before opening tumblr notifications.
“Oh fuck yes!” Echoing in the marbled floored bathroom, voice wavering against the cream colored walls.
Her favorite was making a promotion on her blog, and it was such great timing. Of course she pressed the link excitedly, only to be disappointed just as quick.
“And.. I just need one hundred dollars.. for an hour long video.. ” People were already scrambling to the comment section of that very post, telling her this was her best one yet. Vi wanted to bite her finger nails off for missing out.
It's rare to get good lesbian porn nowadays especially with some couples breaking up and deleting their best videos. Luckily she doesn’t have to worry about that when it comes to your videos. You didn’t seem like the person who’d settle down. You’ve been doing this for 5 years now? Not once did any of your followers catch you being in a relationship. There were zero signs. And there were zero signs that you had never been touched before. Clearly not just someone posting videos from only toys, but genuine experience.
Even the down right debaucherous text post you’d make didn’t give out a lot of information.
That’s probably why so many people follow you, knowing that you have no one to claim you, especially from how you talk in the videos to your audience, as if they're the only ones in the room with you.
“I have to wait til after I move to make a big ass purchase. Dammit!” She exclaimed with a stomp to the ground, grumbling to herself that this move is way more important.
At least I can buy pics.. but that hour.. of bliss. Ugh.. man
Her thoughts becoming mere filth in her head, watching the same videos again again, is nice but holy shit it is ten times better to watch a new video instead. Yes there are some favorites she has, though the way you find new ways to make yourself cum, the outfits, the fucking quality.. It just gets better and better with each video.
You used to be such a small account until you began taking yourself more seriously, and that’s when people noticed this light about you. Like a moth to a flame you became a beacon for a lot of people who don’t want person after person, they just want to see someone actually like fucking themselves. And to make matters even more delectable, you have this way about your videos that people look for in amateur porn that’s dripping with passion.
Not to mention but your body, as any other beautiful body on this earth, is just a prime example of another plus to be a loyal follower. You’re addictive to look at, to listen to, and to entertain.. Sometimes you even have a raffle for someone to receive a personal video made for them on your cashapp. They can request anything as long as it doesn’t violate your rules.
It only takes one click for anyone to see you, and know right then and there, that they’re going to be around for a while. And when Vi saw you, for the very first time, she didn’t think of anything else, she scrolled, at first. Until a post about you exploded, it was just someone hyping you up. Nothing new to the app… except.. it had over a hundred thousand notes. Popular accounts shouted you out? That’s big? What's bigger is what followed soon after, major promotions for certain “appliances”. Most of those “appliances” were in fact by lesbian owned companies.
It got everyone questioning why would some straight girl do that— oh. Then another boom of influx tapped into who you were.
Supernova— the Lesbian princess of Onlyfans, currently hides halves of their face, but a body that just won’t stop.
If Vi’s curiosity wasn’t peaked then, then it sure would after the fact of learning that you not only looked hot but you matched the voice for someone who no one could ever see their face. Of course rumors of discourse if you were ugly or not, but that fan base of yours was too locked in to let anyone badmouth you. You didn’t have to lift a finger. The keyboard warriors were ready to aid you, making sure trolls stay in their place, and people who dared to get entitled with you.
It was easy for Vi to get hooked, it just seemed welcoming. Especially with how people were so adamant about how good your videos were. Review after review from different blogs popped up, and your favorite one was when you wore a black lace set, in shibari, rambling while fucking yourself, against your wall, p.o.v. You’d pretend that the viewer had a remote, dialing the settings up for a stringer vibration. Where they can see every little shudder, and another camera to show underneath. The second camera was completely blurred by your slick, as it was dripping as you came hard.
Safe to say that was exactly what kept Vi around. It wasn’t something she was going to see on a regular website. It had to be you.
And instead of trying to date another woman after woman, risking unnecessary drama that she does not want at her doorstep. She just pays for your videos. Quick and easy.
Except.. today.
Scrolling through your page.. She can feel herself getting riled up again.. her body was getting real hot, and her mind stubborn on you.
Her eyes are traveling to your tits..
They’re so damn pretty..
just thinking about how soft they feel, how you would whine if she teased your nipples, maybe even sucking them with a bit of pressure. Giving your breast hickies..
A flashback to how she used to fuck caitlyn plays in the back of her mind.
Nope, nope.. no. You’re only thinking about that because you saw her today.. I don’t want to think about that..
Not right now.. not today.
She remembers she didn’t exactly finish earlier.. and they haven’t announced Jayce just yet.. so.. why not have a little fun… in a stall.
Without a single thought she opens the door, locks it for good measure and frantically goes for her belt. Unbuckling her pants, the metallic clatter echoed in that quiet bathroom, only making her heart beat even faster. “Mmf, f-fuck, can’t believe I’m gonna do this..”Barely above a whisper, just in case anyone were to hear her.
Her hand where she held her phone shook with anticipation, and her heat throbbed with want. So much want that it was insatiable. However with your previous post, she should be able to cum lots in this bathroom.
Thankfully it's clean as a whistle, barely any stray toilet paper on the floor, in fact there was none. But not polished to the point where Vi could slip on her footing as she slid her pants down to her knees. And as expected, with a single shivered touch, her boxers were soaked.
Vi was quick to scour your pages on only fans for a video, tumblr for a gif or picture. Her hand drifts in between her legs, finding herself radiating great warmth, only from a few pics of you. She’d trace a finger down her mound feeling soft plushness, hips bucking from the slight friction. Pussy antsy to be touched. Her finger tips trailed lower and lower, swearing she had forgotten how to breathe.
Watching you bend over, perfect pretty pussy, shaped nicely in some pink cotton panties..
In Vi’s mind she wanted to grab those panties, stretch them until they digged deep into your wet cunt, pulling them back ‘n forth to create some friction for your whiney clit. Hearing you moan for her to fuck you..
Gods, the thought of it all, encircling her own clit, heavy pants coming out feverishly..
All nice and ready to really start fucking herself silly in this bathroom— until, a loud bang hits the wall! Almost making her drop her phone. Gripping it tightly, her heart froze and her body shook..
What the actual fuck?!
She had no choice but to stop, a full blown stop, not only did it caught her off guard, but.. it ruined the mood for her..
She may be a pervert but she’s not going to masturbate to a random stranger's voice in a bathroom. It would haunt her for decades.
“I told you to stop calling me!” And that loud voice.. that very voice sounds almost like— well you. Supernova. However angry.. an angry version of your voice. The same person that she’s been undoing her loose ribbons for. And hearing that alone made her clit throb. Biting her quivering lip, squeezing her phone just a tad bit more, needing to hear that voice a bit longer..
.. I’m better than this.. I should be minding my business.
Except she couldn’t, not hearing a voice like that. Her ears were begging to hear. More of you, not even realizing that it could be you. Her hands were nervous to move at all. Still and frozen is all she could do while she heard you go off on whoever pissed you off.
“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are,"
“In fact, you are so lucky that I haven’t called a restraining order against you.”
The voice continued. Vi was basically your passerby diary at this point, with how little detail but so much information she was getting. She tried her absolute best not to make a single sound, and struggling to keep her pants from falling all the way down.
“Yeah, whatever. Of course blame it on me, as if I never did shit for you.”
With a beep, hanging up on the person. They heaved out a long sigh.. not letting a beat pass as they gathered themselves to leave, the sound of their heels bouncing off wall to wall, fading into silence again.
Wiping a dramatic tear a of sweat from her forehead Vi,
Dressed herself back up, quickly washed her hands, and left the room too. And for a second.. she saw someone in the corner of her eyes standing next to the bathroom door. Their eyes glassy, tears bubbling up to the brim of their waterlines.
It’s none of her business.
She does nothing. If anything Vi was hoping that person didn’t notice she was in there with them. Listening to them argue like some soap opera.
Walking back to her seat as if nothing ever happened. Viktor and Jayce were missing, that should mean that the announcement for their new invention and promotion should be starting soon..
The lights gradually dimmed, as the curtain slowly opened to reveal the duo. Usually promotions are not this big of a deal but for their company, it sure as hell is.
She’s supposed to keep her eye on her friends, to keep an eye on the speech, but her eyes wander. Wandering to that bathroom door, in search of that person..but, they were nowhere to be found.
Though, Vi tried her best not to meddle with the affairs of some random person. She couldn’t help but wonder. What happened? Who were you what was your story, and why.. did you sound exactly like.. her?
Were you her?
But, who could ask after the shame and guilt she felt rain over her thinking back that she masturbated in that bathroom. Regardless that she didn’t finish, regardless she listened to her morals first by refusing to masturbate to a total strangers voice in that very bathroom. (Literally that would be beyond fucked up) However It didn’t matter that she stopped. Its the fact she wasn’t at home to do it. The bathroom may have been clean, but she felt as though she made it dirty. As if she just proved everyone right in this building that she doesn’t belong.
‘💋’
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You laughed victoriously winning another match and finally closing your game for the night, grabbing the bottle of water you'd abandoned mid-battle. You took a few sips, checked your messages and replied to them in brief dry texts, "Sheesh, it's so late," you glanced at the clock that read 2:57 AM in red.
Yawning, you pushed away from your chair and giggled— "Oops, I forgot about you."
Between your legs, under your desk— it was Vi. Her mouth gagged and pussy throbbing around the fat dildo you'd lodged in her cunt and told her to keep humping your leg until you're done for the night.
She let out a pitiful whimper. "Please..."
"Completely forgot about you, sweet pet. Do you wanna cum?"
Vi stared up at you, her blue eyes glossy as her lips parted, reddened from biting, "Please, mommy... Need it," she begged. "Don't tease, please..."
Your hands glided over her chest, grabbing ahold of one perky, pink nipple and twisted it, "Commanding me?"
"Wh— no! No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" she gasped and moaned, "T-too sensiti— agh!"
"Awww, you're all ruined for me." You sat all snug in your chair and gestured for her to climb onto your lap. She obliged, mind running wild with the thoughts of all the possible things you'd do to her. All the dirty, depraved things you could do to her.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vi never lets you off after you cum once from her fingers. right after, your pussy is met with her slender long fingers that scissor their way deep inside your wet passage, in search of that one spongy spot in you that makes you see the stars.
“baby! baby, slow down!” you cry out but she's not listening, too deep drowned in your pleasure.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ vi is pussy-drunk, hand shuffling to reach the vibrator that lay long forgotten at the head of the bed, she turned it on it's highest intensity and pressed it onto your clit.
your entire body responded, hips jerking up, “vi!”
she's not listening once again, too drowned in your pleasure to care. you don't want her to stop, you need this yourself and you knew it. the pleasure was overwhelming though and it made your toes curl, goosebumps spreading on your skin.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ “im gonna cum!” you cry out, squirting your release all over her arm and chest, her eyes are hazy when she looks at you with the most lust filled expression ever.
she then drags her tongue over your pussy, licking up all your juices, “fuck, my princess, my baby princess, need this badly,” she pants out, her tongue dancing against your folds.
she doesn't stop that night until you pass out but you wouldn't have it any other way.
can we PRETTY PLUEASE get a longer version of this https://www.tumblr.com/sevikasthrouple/785745106219188224/pussy-drunk%E3%83%8Edrabble-strap-pussy-drunkvi-vi?source=share
its okay if not
┆ ⤿ PUSSY DRUNK (EXTENDED) ♡⸝⸝
— drabble that inspired this fic
Strap, pussy drunk!Vi, Vi is a whiny top, experienced!reader, subtop!Vi (?), lots of praising, oral, perverted!Vi, pet names !
— Synopsis: Vi wants to feel your pussy skin-to-skin and the strap doesn't quench that thirst.
"Baby, you're so warm and tight," Vi commented as she slowly sunk her strap inside your cunt.
You laid on the bed with your legs sprawled out, fixing Vi with a half-lidded eyed gaze.
"Vi, it's not real," you replied, voice low and sleepy almost.
You weren't new to sex, but Vi sure was. Not all that new, but this was definitely her first time fucking someone more experienced than her causing her to feel puppy-like almost. Compared to your energy and aura, she was nothing. Yet, Vi insisted she took charge in the bedroom. It was laughable but you decided to give it a go. Vi let out a shuddering sigh before she buried the cock inside all the way, her own breath hitching in her throat.
"You okay?"
"You're tight," she repeated.
You rolled your eyes and held her muscular shoulders, pulling her closer to yourself, "C'mon, baby, thrust already," you whispered encouragingly.
She was nervous.
Vi blushed, a little embarrassed— but she pushed through and started moving her hips slowly. The strap was a bit bigger than you'd anticipated, your hand tangled in the sheets and teeth clenched. Your mouth opened slightly, and you let out a small moan that caused Vi's confidence to inflate. She pulled back and pushed the strap back inside with more efficiency, letting the ridges slide deliciously against your gummy walls.
Your pussy clenched around the invading toy, "It's big, it's— mmm..."
"Oh, yeah?" Vi's eyes squeezed shut.
"Are you okay?" You asked, a little concerned, but your mind was too clouded with lust to actually care.
"Yeah," Vi huffed a breath, "Your pussy is so pretty, I need... I need to feel it. I need more."
Vi glanced down, your clit throbbing as she stretched out your beautiful pussy using her strap. The thick girthy pink strap disappeared all the way inside your pussy. The stretch, the swelling of your clit, the throbbing, the clenching, the schlik schlik sounds. It was all too much.
Vi couldn't anymore. She just couldn't.
Your eyes flew open when she yanked her hips back, suddenly leaving your pussy all empty. Your brows furrowed.
"Vi, wha—!" Your breath caught in your throat when she threw her strap across the room, your slick dripping off the toy and she stuffed her face straight into your pussy. You gasped, hips bucking. "Vi!"
Vi didn't answer.
She just wanted to feel you against her. "You smell so good," she said instead, sniffing in your musky scent.
It was your turn to blush, you looked away, "Vi, you're such a pervert..."
Vi giggled although she was still dazed by your cunt, she licked a bold stripe up your pussy, smirking at the taste. "You're so sweet for me," she whispered. "Your pussy is so pretty, baby. All pretty for me," she cooed, her fingers spreading your pussy lips out, smiling and spreading out your folds, giving your vulva a very sensual massage.
"Vi," you stuttered, "Don't do that," you mumbled, trying to squirm away.
"Why, baby? You feel so good against me," she whispered before she captured your clit in her mouth, giving the nub a soft suck, her tongue swirling around it.
"Feels too good," you writhed under her, unable to keep your body still.
Vi's fingers found your clit, slowly easing inside your hole and rubbing against your inner walls. She was enjoying this way more than the strap now that she got to feel the way your pussy clenched around herself. The strap just wasn't enough, she needed more. Vi's desires for you ran deep in her blood, insatiable— leaving her own pussy a sticky, hot mess for you.
"Fuuuuck," she dragged out.
Her two digits stuck knuckles-deep inside your pussy and curling against your g-spot causing you to moan and raise your hips.
You ground down against her fingers trying to get as much friction to your heat as possible, your hips shuddering every now and then from the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to envelope your entire being. Your head pressed deeper into the pillows, and your hands desperately grabbed and whatever surrounded you— your left hand holding Vi's hair and right hand holding the sheets.
Sure, you had plenty of experience having sex but not once has someone eaten you out with such need, such desperation as if your pussy was their last meal. No one had bothered to get so messy just to get a taste of your pussy. Your cunt throbbed, globs of arousal seeping onto Vi's eager fingers.
She glanced at you just to ensure you were enjoying it too, because you'd gone quiet. You'd gone quiet because the pleasure was simply too overwhelming and now stringing two words together was harder than ever.
Vi's hair was messy, sticking to her forehead in sweaty tufts but she didn't care. She didn't care to get messy having her favourite meal. She gave you a rather devilish smirk before she paced up, her fingers moving quicker and harder. Her tongue darted out, swiping over your clit causing a loud "Oh!" To leave your mouth.
Suddenly— she sighed.
"I can't, sweetheart, I can't," Vi removed her fingers too making you huff a little.
"Vi!" You began but your reprimanding intentions melted away the moment you felt her tongue enter your slit.
She lapped up your juices hungrily, eyeing you with such desire you'd never seen in anyone's eyes before. She shifted your legs upto her shoulders as she continued letting her tongue dance about your pussy. Your legs tightened around her neck.
"I'm close," you muttered and Vi gave you subtle nod.
"I know, princess, I know," she said before she slurped on you. Loud and wet.
The knot in your tummy coiled and coiled until it snapped, your eyes flew open, body locking up and arched into Vi's mouth.
"I'm cumming," you mouthed, but no sound came out as your liquids travelled down her chin and in her mouth.
Vi groaned at the taste, lapping up hungrily at your pussy, sucking loud and harshly. She was sloppy with her movements— desperate honestly. She looked at you with puppy eyes.
thinkin about puppy girl vi humping the couch while ur gone!
𐂯 warnings: puppy play(?), brat!sub!solo!vi, in a relationship/lives with you, modern au(?), she’s pretty pathetic in this, the title says it all… lol
𐂯 word count: 620
vi absolutely adored you. loved you so much she truly couldn’t stand to be apart from you. every time you left for work, your precious girl watched from the end of the hallway, bluer than normal puppy eyes begging for you to stay.
“I’ll be home later, okay? Be good while I’m gone!”
shut.
she was alone, once again.
though this time, there was a familiar warmness spreading between her plush thighs. a flutter in her lower tummy, making her bite down on her bottom lip as her legs rubbed together to create friction.
god, you should’ve fucked her before you left.
“Ngghh!” vi mewled out, an obscenely loud shlick of her puffy pussy sliding across the couch arm echoed in the living room. she was ass naked, mindlessly grinding her hips back and forth against the couch, sharp canines sinking into her pouty bottom lip.
this was totally your fault. for leaving her again, not thinking of her needs before you decided to go make money to keep a roof over your heads or whatever. her pretty, swollen clit blushed pink, dragging it up and down against the arm, tongue lapped out and slobbering drool onto the ground.
“Feels s’good—Guhh! Please, please, puhlease!”
poor, helpless mutt sounded like such a desperate slut, begging at an inanimate object, plump ass jiggling with each buck of her hips. she always did have a humping problem, constantly waking up to vi and her hot cunt pressed up against your thigh in the middle of the night, or walking in on her coming all over your pillow. if she was a real dog, at this rate, you’d probably have to get her fixed.
her calloused palms pawed at the couch, fingers gripping onto it so she could fuck herself better against it. it didn’t compare to your pussy, of course, but she’d take whatever she could get.
fuck, did vi miss you. you’d just left about an hour ago, but she still missed you. she remembered your sweet scent, and how your voice would melt into her ears like syrup. she imagined your pussies colliding, desperately rutting her puppy cunt against yours. or how you’d let her lap on your clit when she was a good girl, rewarding her with coming in her mouth.
but, there’d be no reward tonight. all because your stupid pup just couldn’t keep it in her pants.
her other hand groped at her own breast, fingers twiddling with her nipple, moaning from her own sensitivity. she could feel her climax creeping up, slick hole weeping onto the couch, big palms sweaty and thighs shaking. she’d been restlessly humping for more than an hour now, her little bundle of nerves twitching with urgency, needy whimpers bouncing off the walls.
“C-coming, coming, uunghh!” vi’s eyes glossed, unfocused on the world around her, the only concern she had at the moment was cumming with her heart’s desire. her hips lifted up, slimy string of wetness sticking to her swollen, abused pussy, dribbles of squirt painting the couch a darker shade of grey as she came.
the warmth spilling out of her pussy was addictive, rubbing herself raw, spurts still leaking as she rode out her orgasm on the now saturated couch. she truly was just a dog marking her territory.
she stared at the dampened stain as it seeped into the sofa arm. it was completely ruined, obviously, and she should be scared. should be absolutely petrified of what’s to come when you get home.
instead, she smirked. taking a picture of her artwork and immediately sending it to you, along with a couple other pictures that involved her nude parts.
𖦹 warnings: strap usage, whiny!top!vi x femme!bottom!meanish!reader, reader riding vi, breeding/size kink, poor baby just wants to make u a mama
𖦹 word count: 860
Vi was usually centered. Collected, firm, naturally dominating you in public. Hand around your waist, or wrapped around yours, gripping onto what was hers. But you knew her truth. Even when her fingers dug into your side or her expression hardened, you saw right past her little act.
She was sprawled out underneath you, same big and calloused hands trembling as they hovered over your waist. She had pink painted cheeks and hazily lowered eyelids that were stuck on the outline of your body, your pussy molding around her strap like she belonged inside of you. Her once threaded eyebrows and tight jaw melting into nothing but blissful, fucked out pleasure.
As if she could feel your warm and gummy walls, her back arched with each roll of your hips, a drool tear rolling down her jaw. Her abdomen slapped into you, wet with your juices and combined sweat, whining and groaning, wriggling around between your thighs as if she was the one getting fucked stupid.
“M-Mmh!—I’m so deep in you, princess, s’fuckin’ deep—!” Vi struggled out in between hoarse, loud, embarrassingly long moans.
She most certainly was deep inside you. Her greed had gotten the best of her, pushing in the plastic as far deep as it’d go, gaze fixed on the stretched out skin against your tummy as your body made room for Vi and her girth. That was all she wanted, to fill you up to the brim with nothing but her. She truly was a perverted little thing.
“Gods, you’re so loud, Vi.” You taunted, the sloppy sounds of your sopping heat echoing in the room. “You like—mmh!—stuffing me up, don’t you? Wish you could feel inside?”
You leaned back, giving her a full view of your split open cunt, hole stretched out and taken advantage of, yet still begging for more. Vi’s eyes watered at the pornographic sight, wanting nothing more than to feel herself slipping in and out of those soft, erotic folds. It was painful, her ache to feel inside you. Her lip quivered as her rocking hips quickened.
“I-I know, ‘m sorry—!” She sniffled, though her grip on your ass tightened. “Yes—hhnngg! Wanna feel you t-takin’ all of me!” She suddenly slammed you down against her savage thrusts, causing you to choke on a sharp gasp. “Please—p-please let me cum inside. Make you—ngh!—a mama—please?”
Her tip wasn’t just kissing your cervix, it was damn near abusing it. Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, clit enlarged and throbbing with every grind of her hips. Even as she fucked into you brutally, using your hole as her personal toy, she was nothing but a pussy drunk, pathetic mess.
Her choppy moans, bright blue puppy eyes, and torturous pleads all while completely impaling your womb were almost too much for you. If you could, you’d milk her of every drop of cum she had, making sure nothing of hers dripped out of you, giving her that baby she’s always wanted.
“Oh, fuck! Poor, needy thing—guh!—wants to cum inside me? How’s that gonna work, huh?” You teased, your words only loosening up the water works some more.
She whined out at your mocking, a strangled sob caught in her throat, nodding quickly while she continued. Your velvet walls clenched up around her member at the sight, as if your body wanted to baby trap her. If her strap was real, you probably would’ve had 20 kids by now. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, hole pulsating around her shaft as your thoughts were consumed by her sounds of desperation.
“You’re b-bein’ s’mean…! Mmhhmm—fuuuck, mama, p-please, please, please!” She mindlessly babbled, legs pushing into the mattress, letting out little frantic uh, uh, uh!’s.
“F-Fine, fine,” You started, struggling to keep up with her pace. “Then cum inside me, yeah?” You purred in between moans, staring deep into her sharp baby blues. “Cum right inside mama.”
That was all Vi needed to hear. “Fuuuuck, ‘m coming! Take it, take it, take it!”
With one long, deep, rough thrust, a guttural moan ripped from her throat, making nothing less than a fucking mess in her boxers. Hot, creamy, sticky cum leaked out of her and onto the cotton, sticking to her puffy pussy. Her eyelids fluttered shut, toes curled, grunting loudly. She imagined filling up your womb with her essence, juices painting your insides, entire body spasming from the mere thought.
Your orgasm hit you like a speeding truck—fast and chaotic. Your head flew back, moaning out nothing but her name, riding out your orgasm slowly, taking in every twitch and mewl that she made as she watched you finish. Your juices spilled out of you and onto her undies, coating the dark red toy with a coat of pearly white, creampie cum.
Your upper bodily fell onto hers, panting and shuddering, attempting to catch your breath. “So,” You started in between pants, looking up to meet her eyes. “A mama, huh?”
Vi cleared her throat, scratching the back of her head as her cheeks lit up, trying to gain back her dominance. “Y-Yeah.” She suddenly smirked, a sparkle of mischief in her glassy irises. “You’d make a real pretty baby mama, you know.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you playfully pushed her face to the side. “Shut up, Vi!”
(((Yup. I don't know what to title this short fic other than that. I let the demons win.)))
(((This turned out to have a bit of spice, a bit of fluff, a bit of my sense of humor. I will say it doesn't get smutty smutty but Mizu sure has a mouth on her. And she's determined.)))
You’re shooing Taigen and Akemi out of your apartment with a tipsy giggle at 2 am. Akemi turns and squeezes you in a warm hug. “Good night, doll! See you later!”
Taigen flashes you a peace sign before Akemi leads him, swaying and all, toward their Uber to take them away.
You watch them climb inside the car before closing the door and locking up for the night. You head into the kitchen, picking up the last of the beer bottles and tossing them in the trash.
You head into the living room where you last left Mizu, only to find her sprawled out on the floor with an arm thrown across her eyes. There’s a pink flush across the middle of her face.
“Too much whiskey, sweetheart?” you chuckle as you approach her.
“Fucking Taigen,” she mumbled, trying to angrily growl but it just sounds slurred and tired. “Fucking…drinking contest.”
You crawl over her, sitting on her hips. You do have to move carefully though, you’re just a wee bit unsteady from the amount of alcohol in your own system. “You could’ve just said no,” you hum.
Mizu remains silent. She’s probably telling herself she won’t grace your soft snark with an answer, but it’s actually cause she really doesn’t have a comeback for that.
Her arm lifts slightly higher, and she squints down at you. Her eyes drift to where you’re sitting atop her hips. Her legs shift under you.
She’s… really staring intensely at how you’re sitting on her.
You start to lift yourself up on your knees. “You good? Does it hurt?”
Mizu frowns as your weight leaves her. “No,” she says, and grabs your hips to pull you back down. “...It’s nothing.”
But you know that look. She gets it every time Taigen got under her skin about something.
“Nothing? Like a “just thinking” nothing or a “Taigen pissed in your metaphorical thinking cereal” nothing?”
Mizu’s nose scrunches up in disgust. “What?”
You press your hands to Mizu’s chest, bouncing a little for emphasis. “What. Did. He. Saaaaay?”
Your tone and actions were meant to be lighthearted, but something flashes in Mizu’s eyes when you bounce yourself on her hips. Her eyes flash back down to where you’re sitting. Her hands instinctively grab your hips to still your movement. The pink flush across her cheeks and nose seem to darken. “Fuck,” slips out from between her lips. She shakes her head. “S’ just being stupid and gross.”
You noted that little change in her voice. “Like what?”
Her thumbs run over the jut of your hips. “Some girl he hooked up with. Talking about how she had an IUD and let him cum inside.”
You sigh, “Jesus Christ, of course.”
“He’s gross.”
She keeps shifting her hips under you. “Are you sure you don’t need me to get up-?” You start lifting yourself again.
“Stop moving,” she says, and the flush on her cheeks doesn’t die down. She tries to look annoyed, but you can tell the minuscule differences in her expressions. That’s a pout more than a scowl.
You laugh breathlessly. “What’s got you so worked up?” You tap her totally not pouting lip.
She grunts, grumbling a little as her hands massage where they’re gripping your hips.
“Don’t be all huffy with me. Tell me,” you coax with a grin, your own tipsy flush complimenting your wide smile.
She rolls her head back against the carpet and is silent for a minute.
The amount of whiskey currently killing her liver is the only reason her inhibitions are loose enough to say it.
She mumbles something.
“Mizu-“
“I wanna do that.”
Your eyebrows raise into your hairline, lips parting with surprise. You need to clarify just in case you're misunderstanding. “You want to-?”
“I want to cum inside you.”
The raspiness of her voice is even grittier from the whiskey.
Holy shit.
Her irises are darker than normal, the bright blue having more the tint of stormy waters.
And whether it’s the liquid courage or Mizu’s determination to barrel through things to push through her fears, she keeps going.
Her hands are heavy as the slide up your sides. “I want to have something that I can slip inside you-“
Your heart is pounding harder in your chest from her words, her actions, the heat of her frustrated gaze. “You have several strap ons-“ you joke, but your voice is weak and airy.
“I want to feel you from the inside.” She makes a frustrated grunt, “I don’t want plastic. I want to feel you wrapped around something other than my fingers. I want to stretch you out-“
Her palms dig into your stomach. Her blue eyes flick up and meet yours, and you almost fall back away from her with how much unfiltered desire is in them. Her own breath is shallow, you can see how silently but rapidly her chest is rising and falling.
“I want there to be risk that I forget to pull out.”
Holy shIT-
“Mizu-MIZU-!”
Her hips bucked, throwing you higher up her waist with her strength. Your hands fly out to catch yourself, and your fingers hit her shoulders as she’s suddenly sitting up, face inches from yours. She’s supporting your weight in this position, hands and feet flat on the floor as you’re the unsteady one in so many ways. She looks irritated, like when she can’t bend something to her will no matter how much work she pours into it. But she also looks slightly mournful. Genuinely upset.
And very, VERY drunk.
She looks up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “I wanna see it dripping out.”
You gasp loudly as her teeth snap into your neck. It’s not a love bite, it’s possessive. It’s stinging.
But Mizu, being the complex and non one-note person she is, does let go and licks at the reddened skin in apology. “I want to leave myself behind. Inside you.” She nuzzles her nose below your ear, huffing.
Your brain is just on lag, taking several moments to catch up with each of her revealed desires. “And…” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth. “And if you got me knocked up on accident?”
Her arms squeeze tightly around you, burying her face in your shoulder. She’s silent for a heart pounding moment, you can actually FEEL her heart pounding with yours.
Her lips drag along the skin behind your ear. Her voice is low, dark. “Wouldn’t be an accident.”
Someone needs to take whiskey away from this woman. Or give it to her more. You’ll decide if you survive this encounter.
“Mizu-“ you don’t even know how to finish that sentence. You’re just… you don’t even know. You think you hear a faint ringing in your ears.
Her left hand dig into your side, gripping the fabric of your shirt. “Would you keep it?” she asks so softly.
“I-“ your brain is still on that fucking LAG.
Her breathing is slow, shuddering against your ear. “I wouldn’t make you, if you didn’t want to-“ she sounds so pained to say it your heart squeezes. You actually forget for a moment that that’s never gonna be an issue for you two.
Her grip on your shirt relaxes, before curling the fabric between her fingers tighter, clinging to you. “I’d just… beg for you to think about it,” she makes a wounded sound.
You swallow again, throat clicking. You’re becoming aware of a heat low in your abdomen growing warmer and warmer.
She holds you tighter against her, and her hips start rhythmically rolling up against yours like she’s mimicking how far she’d push inside to get what she wants. She’d work so hard for it, putting in all her time and energy and her unwavering determination-
“It’s selfish,” she’s murmuring against your skin, warm lips having traveling down to your neck. “But I’m selfish. I want it. I want it so much. I want to know there’s a little us-“ one hand goes between your bodies, fingertips pressed up under your naval like she’s obsessed. Her voice is strained. “I want to know it’s inside you. They’re inside you. I want to know they’re safe and warm. You’d keep them so warm. You’re always warm-“
You have never, in your life, ever heard Mizu babbling like this.
SHE’S STILL ROLLING HER HIPS UNDER YOU.
You finally grab her face with both hands in a rare moment of clarity to still her, forcing her head up to look at you in this haze of body heat radiating from her, from you, radiating everywhere between your bodies.
“Baby.”
Her head lolls back, looking up at you and oh my god. She is just gone. Her red cheek flush has spread to her whole face. Her lips are wet and parted, breath now audibly heavy. Her eyes, her eyes, her gorgeous blue eyes are now a storm. A dark, hot storm.
“Let me put a baby in you, dove,” her voice is strangled, slurred worse than you’ve ever heard as her half lidded eyes gaze at you.
Jesus, she’s bringing out the rare pet nickname she’s so desperate.
And just when you think Mizu is done shocking your system with this new side of her, her expression crumbles into the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Please?”
She’s pleading.
What the fuck was in her whiskey?!
“I’ll-I’ll take care of the two of you. Keep you safe. Just let me- just let me-“ she lifts her hips up under you again, as if trying to tempt you into it. She hiccups. “Just spread your legs and I’ll do all the work.”
With strength she should not have while she’s absolutely smashed, she lunges forward, shoving you to the carpet with your legs spread around her waist. Her hot breath fans over your face, tinted with whiskey. She wets her lips. “Have my baby. Say yes.” Her hips press down into yours again. She whispers your name.
You’re tempted to say yes, despite still being sober enough to remember the logistics of this. She makes a very persuasive case. And it’s not just cause she’s grinding into you like she’s warming up to do it.
"Say yes..."
Click!
You both slowly look up (you more tilting your head back) as the front door opens and Mizu’s roommate Ringo comes in. He freezes in the doorway, seeing Mizu crouched over you in a very interesting position with your legs still spread by her thighs.
She scowls at him. “You said you weren’t coming back tonight!” She sways over you.
Ringo blinks. “Mom has Bingo in the morning,” he says innocently. “… did something happen?”
“She’s pregnant,” Mizu hiccups, before passing out atop you without warning, shoving a strangled noise out of your chest as you yell for Ringo’s help.
“Oh? Congratulations!”
“….Wait…?”
“RINGO HELP!”
In the morning, Mizu drags herself into the living room looking like she was just brought back from the dead, face drained of color and eyes squinting at the light behind her tinted glasses.
“Hi baby,” you greet her softly, cautiously as you watch her head to the kitchen, aiming for the coffee pot.
“Hi,” she groans. “I’m never fucking doing a drinking contest with that bastard again.”
You nod, “That sounds good."
You pause, "Do you remember anything from last night?”
She shrugs as she passes you. “Barely.” She disappears into the kitchen.
“Oh,” you turn toward her retreating back, propping your chin in your hand as you lean against the back of the couch. You wait until she’s out of sight to oh so innocent call out “I wanted to ask about how you were begging to impregnate me.”
NOTE: am reposting this cause something weird happened before, so uh, second try :) i was originally going to make this sorta angsty (like a forbidden romance), but i couldn't do it. Vi deserves the world, and ugh, i love her sm. she's not a "hear me out" but a "hOLD ME BACK"
synopsis: loser! Vi as your girlfriend
CW: popular cheerleader! reader, feminine reader, FLUFF, college AU (reader is in second year but Vi is in third year), modern setting, not edited, no usage of y/n, Vi being obsessed over you, academic weapon Vi
word count: 1 500+
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loser! Vi, who is content with her life, has her family and a couple of friends. She didn't need anything else. That is, until she saw you at the library in the corner. You were sitting at her regular spot. Normally, she would be ticked off, but her heart simply started beating faster when you looked up from your textbook and offered her a small smile.
loser! Vi immediately left the library. She had never seen you around. Did a Goddess like you really go to her school? Instead of studying, she spent some time just trying to calm down so she didn't look so flushed for her next class.
loser! Vi hasn't seen you since then. Months go by, and Vi searches for you everywhere. She would go to the library, hoping to see you, but unfortunately, you were never there. She tells herself she should move on, but a part of her knows you're out and not just a figment of her imagination.
loser! Vi, who was forced to go to the last game for the football team. Normally, she wouldn't go, but Loris wanted to watch. She found a seat so she and Loris could be comfortable and not squished with others. It was near the front, middle, having the perfect view of the field and as well as the cheerleaders.
loser! Vi, whose eyes practically bulged out when she saw you in the middle front of the lineup. You're hair was in a slicked ponytail accompanied by a forest green bow. You wore a mini skirt and crop top, adorning the colours of Zaun Academy, green, white, with a hint of black. And, damn, you looked really good. She mentally thanked Loris for inviting her out.
loser! Vi is contemplating whether or not to go to the after-party at the sorority house. Everyone at school is invited, but Vi hesitated. You two didn't know each other, so why would she go? Also, you were probably going to be distracted by many others and would never catch a glimpse of her.
loser! Vi, who was pathetic and went to the party anyway, just to catch a quick glimpse of you. She wandered around the party for a while, searching both floors, but you were nowhere to be found. Not wanting her trip to be completely useless, Vi grabs a drink and heads to the backyard.
loser! Vi spots you sitting by the bonfire, drinking all by yourself. She thought to herself that this could be it. Finishing her drink for a confidence boost, she makes her way towards you.
loser! Vi and you start chatting it up. You're laughing at all her corny jokes and touching her arm while doing so. Vi observes the way you twirl your hair, which is now down and loose. You keep looking at her through your lashes, and all she can think about is kissing your soft, glossy lips. She finds out that you only recently transferred to Zaun due to an error in your application, so you're technically new.
loser! Vi is ecstatic to hear that you're single and like girls. Not that she thought she had a chance with you, but at least she can fantasize about you in her free time.
loser! Vi, who escorts you to your dorm. She apologizes profusely for keeping you out late, but you insist it's okie and she made going to the party worth it. As you both walk to your door, you turn to Vi, asking her out on a date. She was elated and agreed. Vi tells you she'll plan everything out, so all you need to do is look pretty, which won't be much of a challenge.
loser! Vi gets home and starts panicking. Now, she needed to plan the perfect date. To be able to impress you enough that you don't realize how much of a cute nerd she is.
loser! Vi asks for help from everyone she knows. She never thought this day would come, to get asked out by a pretty girl. Leading up to the date, she was so nervous that her family couldn't help but tease her. It was only fair, as it was the only thing Vi could talk about, you. Powder rolls her eyes each time, but is happy to see her sister focus on something other than academics. Vander was proud and even offered advice.
loser! Vi arrives at your place an hour early because she was so excited to see you, but waited in her car until the designated time she told you she would pick you up. In that hour, she fixes herself up. Fussing with her hair and straightening out her white button-up shirt, paired with black dress pants. She starts overthinking if it was basic, she decides to FaceTime Powder for reassurance. When the time finally came, Vi walked up to your dorm with your favourite flowers, the same ones you mentioned at the party. She knocked on your door, and once she saw you, her jaw quite literally dropped on the floor. Vi stutters out a compliment and mentally slaps herself, but you just giggled and thanked her. You told her she looked handsome, and you didn't think Vi could get as red as her hair, but she did.
loser! Vi makes a fool of herself during dinner. She almost drops the glass she was drinking out of. She not only dropped her utensils once but twice. Worse of all, she accidentally replied, "You too!" when the waiter said, "Enjoy your food." Despite all of that, you only found her more and more endearing. Maybe it was just her, but there was something about Vi that you couldn't help but fall for.
loser! Vi and you keep going on dates. Eventually, she asks if she could be your girlfriend. You eagerly said yes, kissing her with all your might. Vi gloriously goes home that day to rub it in her brothers, Claggor and Milo, faces that she got a girlfriend before them.
loser gf! Vi, who somehow got clingier after establishing a label. With each date you went on, she slowly got more handsy (with your consent, of course). It started with simple hand holding, squeezing your hand as a way to get your attention. Then, it was Vi wrapping her arm around your waist, her rough, calloused hand sliding up and down your figure. Every make-out session became more heated, as her desire for you grew stronger. She wouldn’t leave your dorm until she was reassured there would be a mark there to claim you as hers.
loser gf! Vi wants to be in contact with you every hour of the day. Vi soothes you that she wants to know every detail that happens to you. Doesn’t matter how small, you'd better text or call her about it.
loser gf! Vi helps you with your classes and homework. She saw how messy unorganized your notes were and rewrote them for you to help you better. Any diagrams that you needed, she drew them for you, and it was always colourful.
loser gf! Vi wants a kiss as a reward after every study date. Don’t be mistaken, though, despite her insistence on being together, she will focus on her studies. Vi has always been the smartest in the class, but she had to work hard for that. You just became her motivation to do even better. Even reminded her that she needed a break. She always indulged you if you wanted a sweet treat; of course, she always bought it for you.
loser gf! Vi and you are hanging out in her room. You were just going to watch a movie, and only focus on the movie, is what you told Vi several times. But she doesn’t listen. Not even ten minutes in, her hand is already on your thigh. You would push her away, but you just couldn’t. Next thing, you know you’re on her lap, grinding on her as she kisses your neck.
loser gf! Vi, who doesn’t hear the garage door and footsteps in the house. Before you could warn Vi of the noises outside her room, the door swings open to Powder telling Vi (and you) it was dinner time. You were hoping to have a better first impression on the family, but sadly, that’s not how it goes. That night, you stay for dinner after apologizing profusely to Powder, who says it’s okie but can’t seem to look you in the eye. Seeing you interact with Vi’s family, she can’t help but hope that this would become a regular occurrence.
Bonus scene:
“Hey, we got- OH MY GOD!” Powder screams, her voice pitching higher than it ever has.
“What is it? OH-!” Milo rushes towards her sister, alerted. Only to also be met with you on Vi’s lap, pulled apart. Horrified at the scene, Milo slowly turns away, nodding his head. Powder’s face manages to morph into a deeper disgust. She swears she just lost her appetite.
“What’s wrong?” A distant shout from downstairs boomed.
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