pit fighter vi who gets so mad when she loses a match that she's borderline breaking in to your apartment at two am
her hands are shaking when you open your mouth to question her about her purpose in your apartment
but she's not giving you a chance to speak before she's yanking you by the front of your shirt, kissing you hard as her hands wandered to your waist, pulling your hips flush against hers.
now, you're not too sure how one kiss turned into clothes thrown over your living room, two of her fingers so deep inside you, but you're not really one to complain about that. not when she's moaning into your mouth muttering "pussy's s'tight, baby. squeezin' me so tight i can barely move my fingers"
poor baby's so upset about the fight she lost she's not realizing how sensitive you are by the second time you've came on her fingers. vi wouldn't care either, she's too upset. and what better coping mechanism than burying her face between your legs? her lips wrapping around your clit before she's pulling her fingers out of you, replacing them with her tongue, whimpering against your pussy because you just taste so good.
her free hand is pressing down on your lower stomach to keep you from squirming, her tongue fucking your little hole for ages, even though her jaw was starting to hurt. she'll deal with that happily if it means she can stay between your legs
you can't think by the time she's done with you, her head resting on your chest, looking almost innocent. you might've believed it, too. if not for the three... maybe more orgasms she pulled from you.
maybe the loss was alright if it meant she got to fuck you like this afterward
can you write a vi x f!reader where vi absolutely does not care how hard she fucks you? i figure she doesn’t realize her own strength at times, after training her whole life. and i want to be on the receiving end of that 🤤
will do cutie!!
there are a countless amount of things you love about your girlfriend, vi. you could write a novel about it, but at the top of the list it’d be her body.
it almost hurts you; her toned, beefy biceps sticky with sweat after working out (kicking peoples ass), or even just lifting you up to reach the upper cabinets.
how badly she made you wet in a simple black wife beater. how defined the curves of her abs were in a compression shirt. you couldnt handle it.
and she knew too, atleast you thought she did.
during you and your girlfriends first time, she was gentle and soft on you, and even that was too much for you to handle. her girthy thick fingers pressing into your warm, spongy walls; the way your pussy dripped onto her abs as you rode them. you came in less than 5 minutes that night.
vi didnt know realize how much of an affect sex with her had on you. you swore it was all on purpose when she’d lick you out till tears welled up in your eyes, or when she’d manhandle you on her strap thats half the size of her arm. yeah, even her strap was huge.
you weren’t complaining, though. you went back begging her to fuck you silly every single time, which got you stuck in this situation.
“baby.. please, its-“ you were cut off by a third finger being pushed into your glossy cunt, making your back arch off against her chest. she’d made you cum a good four times, to the point where your eyes were dried out of tears.
you settled between her legs with your knees propped up, your hands full of the damp sheets and one of her arms caging you down by your hip to make sure you wouldn’t run.
her thumb was focused on your clit as she rubbed at the sticky bud vigorously. it was messy; cum and spit everywhere, strings of loud whines leaving your mouth.
vi’s piercing smokey, blue eyes stared down at your cunt, grinning at your fucked out face. “dont wanna hear that mess angel, nuhuh. you better take it. you look so pretty..” her praise made you whine.
to her, it was a regular fuck. nothing too bad, but she had no idea what she was doing to you.
the deeper she pressed into you made you keen loudly n pout your lips in overstimulation. “fuck, vi.. c..cant cum anymore..” your voice grew breathier the closer you got to your fifth orgasm. she gripped your face, tilting it n bringing it close to hers as she licked up your tears from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone.
“too much? you’re okay, baby. just wanna make you feel good.” vi apologized wordlessly by pinching and rubbing at your nipples with her free hand. she selfishly stared at your hips struggling, fucking a fourth finger into you as she pounded them in like a jackhammer.
vi’s fingers were sore n cramped from fucking into you at such a relentless pace.
her fingers moved in and out of you at a speed that almost made you dizzy. you swore you’d pass out if you went on for any longer, but you handled it for her.
you could feel how soaked she was through her underwear just by your noises alone. the shifting n squirming around; your ass rubbing against her clit made soft groans leave her lips.
“gon..gonna cum..” vi sped up her rough thrusts at your whimpers, kissing down your neck.
she used her free hand to spread your thighs farther open, whispering a “dont think i wanna let you cum, pretty,” in your ear. an immediate whine left your throat.
vi loved prelonging your orgasms. she loved the thought of having complete control over your sensitive body. it was almost a misson of hers to take over your brain everytime you two fucked. she wanted to ruin you, make her your little doll.
you didnt know how much more you could take. it was just mean how rough she was being.
right before you could tap out, she pulled her fingers out of you slowly, watching a string of your creamy juices connect your pussy to her fingers.
a long, drawn out huff left your lips as you caught your breath and tried to regain your composure. “you’re a fuckin beast, vi. fuck..”
she giggled at your comment and planted a kiss on your forehead, getting off the bed and digging around in her bedside drawer. you already knew what was coming.
“vi.. please-“ “shh.” she cut you off as she pulled out her strap.
“you thought we were done baby? cute. cmon, you can handle more.”
a highly expected whine spilt from your lips— mouth opening to oppose, but you knew there was no point. you just had to listen to her.
you spread your legs, hissing at the soreness in your pussy and inner thighs, and clasped onto the sheets prepared for more hours of torture.
every time i try to start a new fic i feel like i become stupid and none of the sentences i write are grammatically correct or they just don’t make sense aaaghhh
sum: vi isnt happy when she sees you posing on your insta story with another girl at a party
cw: wlw, angry sex, overstim, fem!reader, dom!vi, clit rubbing (r!receiving), dirty talk, slapping, name calling (slut), not proofread
fucked.
fucked is what you were when you realized the time. after countless hours of heartfelt conversations and a plethora of shots, you had gotten so distracted at the party that you forgot to get home to vi on time.
10:00 pm was the time vi told you before your friend picked you up. it was fucking 2:31 am. you already knew how impatient she could be.
"aw, leaving so soon?" a girl you met at said party whined at you with a tilt to her head as she watched you rush to gather your belongings and text your friend a quick "meet me outside" in an obvious hurry. the same girl you decided to snap a cute 'harmless' selfie with and post to your story.
you dashed out the door, leaving her a quick "so sorry we'll meet again soon!" before rushing to the parking lot, searching for your friends car with a look of fear on your face.
"im fucked, im so fucked!" you yapped her ears off, just watching her roll her eyes and drive you home.
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shivers went down your spine as you steadily unlocked and opened your shared front door, avoiding making any noise in hopes that vi was just asleep, and would just penalize you in the morning.
you were practically on your tippy toes, but the creaky door did you no justice as it slipped out your grip and slammed closed.
"fuck." you whispered.
it was terrifyingly dark in your home. not a single peep or sound besides the loud ass air conditioner. you thought you were fine for the night, but no.. not until your girlfriend snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you back roughly as a yelp slipped from your lips.
"ah! vi.. you scared me." you giggled anxiously. vi could sense that you both knew the obvious issue which placed tension between the situation as she planted kisses across your collarbone.
"missed me?" she muttered on your warm, sticky skin in a malicious tone. you nodded your head, too nervous to say anything that could possibly anger her more.
she crept closer to your ear. "was having fun without me, yeah? takin pics with random girls, lettin them grab all on your ass? bet you had a great fucking time.. slut." she bit down on your neck, not hard enough to leave a scar, but harsh enough to taste the metallic flavor of your blood. you whimpered, loud.
"m sorry.. was jus having fun, n i didnt realize the tim-"
you yelped as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you down the so familiar hallway to your bedroom, muttering a rough "shut it. you saw this coming, baby."
the grip she had on your wrists tightened, her nails digging into your soft skin that made it obvious to you she was getting angrier by the second. was she angry because you got home late? or because of your oh so touchy friend? you assumed it was both.
all thoughts were snapped out of your head as she threw you on the silky, crepe pink sheets and immediately started attacking your neck with bites and bruises.
"mmh.." you whined pathetically, letting her take your brain over and dumb it down. her hand slid down your body, putting it up your skirt to rub at your clit at a rugged pace to make you more wet, as if you already werent.
your poor body struggled in determination to move away from her touch but her grip on your hips with her free hand kept you still. she lifted up from your collarbone, admiring the mess she made. "keep still, slut. shouldve been home on time, but was too busy out fuckin girls, yeah?" her pace on your clit grew faster.
"f-ffuhck.. was.. wasnt fuckin no one, vi! was jus havin fun.. d.. dont even know the girls name.. m sorry.." you babbled on and on hoping for some relief on your poor clit as she went faster each word you spoke. she had no plans of showing mercy, no way. she was way too pissed for that.
"yeah, right. she shouldnt have been touchin you like that, baby." a loud, harsh slap met your thigh, pulling a choked out moan from the back of your throat. "p-please!"
she felt you growing wetter through your panties, deciding to pause her steady motions to rip them off. she grinned at how wet you were. your pussy was glistening, practically reflecting off the ceiling light. you stuffed your face in your pillow in embarassment.
"so fuckin wet, its like you were waiting on this. prolly were, slut." she belittled you, listening to your whines of disagreement. her fingers rubbed up and down your cunt, lubricating them so she'd be able to fuck you senseless. sloppy noises of you pussy making her drip through her own underwear.
you keened at the feeling. "p-please.. fill me up vi! hurry.." vi let out a grunt of annoyance at your impatience. a rough SLAP at your pussy. yeah, that'll shut you up.
tears welled up in your eyes as you pressed your lips closed, a long whimper leaving them. "always so fucking noisy." your girlfriend quietly muttered before shoving two of her fingers deep in your cunt. "just wanna be stuffed full with my fingers, dont you baby?"
throwing your head back at the feeling, you nodded hastily. brain going dumb as she worked her digits in and out of you, thumb going at your clit. "tell me baby, did you do anything with that girl, hmm? why were you with her?" she spoke to you softly, as if she wasnt pissed a few seconds ago.
"w..was just a friend vi, promise! she.. haah.. means nothin to mme.. pleasepleaseplease.."
she snickered at your babbling, fucking you quicker as a reward of your honesty. you knew vi wasnt really worried about you leaving her. you adored her and she adored you on an unfathomable level, she just worried about your safety. (and had a big fear of other bitches growing crushes on you.)
"gon.. gonna cum.." you whined, legs trembling from how sore they were growing. vi felt you clenching around her rough fingers, thumb rubbing at your clit to loosen you up.
"cmon, baby. cum for me. let go all over my fingers.." her words made you sob out even more. you clawed at the sheets, cumming all over them with a long, drawn out wail.
she kept fucking her fingers into you, adding a third one. you started kicking your legs in overstimulation, whining for her to let up but she was relentless.
"tell me, baby. tell me who you belong to."
you doubted you could even speak properly due to the aggressive fingerfucking, but you made an attempt, tears dripping onto the sheets at this point. pathetic.
yet you tried anyway. "y..you vi.. belong to.. you.."
she faught back a laugh, removing her fingers from your cunt and planting a kiss to your forehead. you laid back onto the bed, immediately squeezing your thighs closed.
"you did so well, cupcake. but you arent going out for a while."
you frowned, rolling your eyes at her. secretly though, you didnt mind. if it means being able to spend more time with your girlfriend, you dont mind.
cw: wlw, fem!reader, dom!vi, fingering (r!receiving), pwp, pussy eating / slapping (r!receiving), petnames, dirty talk, vi eating you out messy with a tounge piercing, not proofread.
“v..vi.. please- too much!” a whine slipped past your wet lips at the feeling of vi dragging her cold piercing through your folds.
a string of slick followed her tounge as she lifted up from between your thighs. ever since you told her you liked her tounge piercing, shes been showing it off in ways you could’ve never imagined.
from licking ice cream like a damn pornstar to eating you out as filthy as ever. every. fucking. night.
you were proud of her confidence, but holy fuck.
which is how you got in this situation. trapped under her grip, writhing and squirming around as you tried to run from the 4th orgasm she was dragging you towards.
“feels good, hmm?” she whispered brainlessly. “you taste so fuckin good.”
all you could do was whine n babble a train of “yesyesyes”’s, too overstimulated to even speak properly.
she spat down on your pussy as she dug two of her fingers deep in your cunt, flicking her tounge on your clit over and over. it was messy.
dripping onto the silky sheets, a sob was ripped from the back of your throat. you already felt another orgasm coming.
“please.. cant take it v..vi.. you know tha-“ she cut you off with a soft slap to your clit, tutting at your complaints. “you can take it, know you can. just this once for me, pretty.”
vi knew you were close at the way you couldnt stay still for the life of you. her mouth was stuffed full of your juices, dripping down her jaw n chest. it was how she loved eating you out, messy as fuck.
usually, she’d prelong your orgasm, making you wait a good 30 minutes longer but she was feeling nice today. lucky you.
“gonna cum, baby? cum for me. all over my tounge, princess.” her words only made matters worse. your pussy was aching, you were pussy. couldnt take it anymore.
you grabbed at her wrist, squeezing your eyes closed. the fingers fucking into you like a jackhammer welled tears in your eyes. “nnh.. cumming..” you sobbed desperately.
a flood of your sticky, white cum spilt all over her fingers and her mouth. you clawed at the sheet as you keened loudly. she didnt give it up, though. her piercing attacked your clit.
“cant take it vi..! please n..no more..” she laughed at your immediate whining, leaning up from your pussy n licking up your juices from her lips.
through teary worn out eyes, you saw a familiar mischievous look on her face. “one more for me, baby. fives my lucky number.”
you cried out, but you knew she wasnt gonna let you go. you just had to take it for her.
the sensation of your girlfriends muscular leg against you was enough to drive you mad. you're grinding down on her thigh painfully slow. you lean in and put your hands on her shoulders, kissing the spot beneath her ear, momentarily stopping to catch your breath or say something. she loves watching you get sloppy when you're close, because she loves to guide you and help you. your movements become sluggish. the knot in your stomach only building with each thrust. before you're too far gone you decide to get off of her. knowing your girlfriends getting no pleasure out of this leaves u feeling guilty. but holy.. the amount of pure joy she gets from just watching you is insane. regardless you sit yourself between your girlfriends legs. bodies entangled. she grabs you in an attempt to help you. "no.. 'm okay" you grinned. you didn't want her to have to do all the work. the first movement forward sends a shock through your body. your girlfriend tilts her head back due to the sensation and lets out a long breath. you continue the thrusts, placing a hand on her abdomen to stabilize yourself. your motions are constant now, synched and unremitting. her hands dig into your side leaving crescent marks all over your skin. the knot in both your stomachs growing tighter with each shift. the room completely silent except for heavy breathing and whines. you're biting your lip to try and suppress whatever sound is about to escape your mouth. lip turning white from the amount of pressure you're putting on it. your guys' lewd sounds filling the room as you both climaxed. you're seeing stars as your head is thrown back. you're latching onto your girlfriends leg for stability, while yours are quivering. violets rough hands gripping you aggressively as you ride out your high. strands of hair stuck to the beads of sweat scattered across your face.
warm clammy skin touching, the air in the room is anything but cold. you're resting on your girlfriends lap, skin to skin. her hands trace up and down your thighs. you're both looking at each other. the silence comforting, making you both ease into each other. your hands faintly gliding up her toned abdomen. her eyes trailing down your body with tenderness. you lean to the side, your girlfriends hands letting you down softly at her side, but still managing to keep her hand on you. you're laying in front of your girlfriend on your side, her hand stroking the dip of your side. you look at your girlfriend lovingly, staring at all her features. you could stay in this position forever, you loved spending all your time with her. her presence was intoxicating, you could never have enough. the next thing you know, you two are back to kissing and she's mounted you. she scoots back and positions herself between your legs. her hands softly pulling you by your hips to get a better view. her eyes almost bored holes into you. the attention was too much. you could feel her staring, hard. you gently grasped her wrist as you sat up, placing her hand on your face. her hand now tenderly cupping your cheek. she needs the reassurance from you, and of course you console her as you lean back. her hand falling from your face to your thigh. you put your forearm over your mouth in preparation, but you keep your gaze attached to her and what she's doing. she grips onto your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, leaving her kneeling in front the bed and you.her left hand gently lifting your calf and placing it over her shoulder as she readjusts her self so her face is directly between your legs. her hands fall to your thighs, gently gripping onto them and parting them. she looks at you one last time, in need of assurance. you urgently shoot her a nod of approval, and that’s all she needs before dipping her head down. she delicately draws lines up your slit with her tongue. your breath faltering and hips slightly jerk at the sensation. her icy blue eyes locked onto yours as you examine her and everything she’s doing. her movements are slow, her right arm curls above your thigh leaving her hand resting at your heat. she thumbs the area before slowly circling it. your breath hitches at the action. your thighs ever so slightly closing, in desperate need of more friction. your girlfriends movements are painfully slow, the need for more was becoming unbearable almost. you slither a hand down to her head, burying your hand in her pink locs. you gently inch her face closer to your heat, your actions lingered with sweetness. vi continues the assault on your slit, lapping your mess up on her tongue. she brings her right hand down, arm now beneath your thigh but hand resting between your legs, her fingers aligned with your entrance. you let out a string of lewd noises as she sinks a finger into you. her pace is slow, painfully slow. her tongue flicking into you, making your hips shutter due to overstimulation. she pauses to pepper wet pecks along your inner thighs, maintaining eye contact the entire time. your eyebrows furrowed and eyes half lidded, you could melt beneath her. she sucks on the supple skin that is your inner thigh, leaving splotches of discolored skin. she looked down upon the clouds of purple and red, it made her core heat up. she loved leaving marks on you. she gives your inner leg a soft bite before turning her attention back to your heat, tiny crescent shaped puncture marks lingering along your inner thigh. her right hand returns to its previous position, circling your clit. while her left hand traces circles on the flat of your navel. her tongue positioned at your entrance, slowly sinking in with a soft squelch. your hips buck at the overwhelming amount of sensations all at once. her tongues dipping in and out of you swiftly, while your lower abdomen continues to jerk slightly from the immense amount of pleasure. as her movements grow faster, your hand fists the pillow next to your head. your hips fluttering under her grasp.
her arm is expanded along the flat of your tummy, applying light pressure to your lower abdomen, trying to keep your stable. however that doesn’t completely work, maybe using her words would help instead. she pauses in between licks to let out a little “you have to keep still..”. the words bringing a flush to your cheeks, underpainting the apples of your cheeks a rosy hue. your brows pinch as a pleasure filled expression floods your face. desperately trying to maintain your composure as you inch closer to your high, you take the hand that was once on top on your girlfriends head and clench into the sheets beneath you, getting a fistful of the fabric. violet raises her head and removes the hand that was abusing your clit, to take your arm off of your mouth. she looks at you with love and tenderness, her touch gentle and fond. you bite your lip in an attempt to trap any noise that was about to escape your mouth. she peppers kisses along your inner thigh, giving you a sultry look, “ s’okay i wanna hear you..” she coos. her voice echoes in your head. her tongue and hand switch places, she's sinking two digits into you little by little. she swears you're made of glass, she treats you so gently, with tenderness and care, as if you could shatter at any second. its a contrast from her rough exterior, you weaken her. in a good way obviously, she's nothing but gentle with you and she does it on purpose. she pulls one of your legs up, your calf once again resting on her shoulder, only she's standing up now. her free hand gripping your thigh, there's sure to be bruises in the morning. your whines only grow louder along with the soft squelch noise coming from between your legs. your lewd noises and breathy strings of curses are like music to her ears. she kneels back down to continue the work on your slit with her tongue. the coil in your stomach has only grown tighter, your legs shaking and hips bucking tell her that you're close. she takes her free hand and starts massaging the skin of your thigh, trying to relax you and make sure you're enjoying it. you shove your face to the side, trying to hide any expressions you were making or shut in any noises that were about to escape your lips. brows furrowed and jaw clenched shut. you're biting down on your lip harshly as if it'll help. violet catches onto this and reaches her arm up to your face to softly cup your cheek and turn your face towards her. your hands massage her scalp as you relax and close your eyes. she's knuckle deep in you as you clench around her fingers and let out a string of lewd noises. lower abdomen shaking, twitching harder as she help you ride out your high. the pace of her tongue and fingers slow drastically. her eyes zeroed in on your face, catching every expression you've made in the last 45 minutes. she slowly withdraws her fingers and stands up. your chest is heaving and as soon as she could move her head your thighs were clenched together. your girlfriend hovers over you, planting soft kisses along the glazed skin on your face. beads of sweat scattered across your forehead. the action never fails to make your lips quirk up into a smile, except this ones got a bit of a tired winded expression with it. your girlfriend gives you a meek "i love you" and two little pats to your hip before going and running a shower for the both of you.
the end!!!
sorry if the writing is ass or if my vocabulary isn’t big enough i’m trying to expand it and i’m KINDA new to this 🤓🤓
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