Hiii! Could you PLEEAASSSEEEE write a fic with Vi (subvi x domreader), where by is like really in love with reader, like she adores her, she worships her, and she is like usually the one in control cuz she just ones to give pleasure to reader but one day she starts acting sooo weird and trying to keep away reader or yk saying she's not on the mood for anything and this stuff, and reader is getting worried thinking maybe vi doesn't like her anymore or smthg but one night Vi is on the bed and reader lays there and hugs her from behind and unconsciously puts her leg in between hers (you know cuz she's like big spoon) and turns out vi was just NEEDY like she was really willing for pleasure but didn't wanna bother reader. Sorry i know it's a loooong request and pretty specific, feel free to change whatever :)
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 (𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐕𝐢 & 𝐃𝐨𝐦!𝐟.𝐫𝐞)
CW :: Smut, praise kink, dry humping, fingering (v-receiving), bush Vi, Vi squirting, a bit longer text sorry & sorry if it’s rushed! I had to attend an important thing. I suck at slow burns btw.
It was unusual for the pink haired girl, she would always sneak up behind you and pepper your neck with kisses and affection. Or the way you and her would have sex, she was so dominant, making you feel small and vulnerable but in such a good way.
It began to worry you, scare you even.
Did she not like you anymore?
Thoughts like that went through your head, whilst you were laid down on the soft bed. Headphones on and listening to music. Vi was beside you, her back facing you — Vi was of course, on her phone, ignoring you.
You decided to try a new method, taking your headphones off and crawling up behind her. You wrap your arms around her waist, your chest pressed against her back and your leg sliding between her legs.
Vi’s eyes went from sleepy and droopy — adorable — to surprised and her eyes hinted of…longing. Longing for you to take control.
Your voice by her ear, didn’t help the longing either. By you saying, ‘why have you ignoring me, pretty girl..?’ Vi could’ve literally jumped up in excitement for that damn nickname — Pretty girl.
But she kept herself cool. She huffed and glanced back at the phone in her hand, ‘Nothing, M’just tired, I guess.’ She lied — you see, Vi was scared to admit and confess that she wanted you to take control. And the reason why she ignored you was cause, she thought that it would’ve might erased or pushed away those thoughts.
Her pride was too big, she was supposed to be your cold girlfriend who was dominant, powerful, protective. In reality, Vi was a softie. She would melt if you just bought her a damn plushie.
“Liar, talk to me, baby.” Your words caught Vi out of her thoughts, the firmness in your voice yet so soft…dammit.
Vi felt her boxers grow wet, and so did you. Your leg between her legs felt damp, you glanced down and noticed the obvious evidence of Vi’s neediness.
You, remained confused and even more confused. If she was ignoring you, why was she so damn needy? And that’s when you felt Vi’s hips trying to subtly move against your thigh, subtly wasn’t even close. The poor girl was already whimpering, a mess for you, a mess cause she had been idiotic and ignoring you.
“Please—…M’sorry…I just—…” Vi whimpered out — your hard and tough girlfriend was whimpering? Pleading?
“I need you—…I’m sorry for ignoring you-…I-…ngh…” Vi whined out, still dry humping your thigh like a puppy in heat, you though remained confused but slowly puzzling everything together.
“…you want me to take control..?” You ask, and Vi immediately responds. Eagerly. “Yes! Yes…yes…please..?” Who would deny the eager Vi? It was good to change things up. Discover things.
And that’s how you and Vi, found yourselves — in the same spooning position, but Vi’s wet boxers peeled down to her ankles. Your fingers plunging in and out her wet sloppy cunt, wet and lewd noises filled the room up. Along with Vi’s desperate moans and whines.
“Aaah…so good—…ngh…don’t stop…” She managed to moan out, you praised into her ear whilst occasionally glancing down at Vi’s throbbing clit slightly hidden behind Vi’s pink bush.
“Atta girl…such a good pussy, just for me, hm?” You coo and praise, making Vi clench around your fingers. Vi’s lips parted and a small beam of salvia connecting the pillowcase underneath her head and her lips. Oh she was fucked. Literally.
“Gonna—…gonna cum…” She said, before letting go. She arched her back and moaned, her pink locks stuck to her sweaty forehead. The sheets underneath you both immediately became wet with Vi’s release.
“We need to do that, again…”
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