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hii baby omg im not sure if you write for vi but body worship w sub!vi (like worshipping her) mmmf fuck I know you'd write it so well
pairing: vi x fem!reader
mdni 18+
established relationship, butchfemme dynamics, body worship(v!receiving) foreplay, pussy eating(v!receiving) spit, vfingering(v!receiving) sub!vi, soft dom!reader, gentle sex, fluff, littlee tw for physical abuse mentioned. mmmm vi big muscles and tats
a/n: it’s just really sick that i haven’t found this yet like actually sick. and homophobic
your hands, fingers spread, lips together as you yearn to kiss and touch your girl all over, cover her in your love and affection, vi felt ‘whatever’ about herself, her body was a tool, it carried her and it protected her, defended her after years of training and the abuse and beatings she endured, despite all of that, she stayed gentle, kind and caring. caring for those closest to her and you, the one she held dearest. and her body was now her vessel against all the bad people in the world that wanted to hurt you, she would take down anyone, any size that meant you harm.
she was beautiful to put in mildly. beautiful mind and soul and the body she was given was just breathtaking. you loved it all, her arms that held you, hands that despite the roughness and scars, the same ones that rubbed your back, combed through your hair, held your hand proudly. you held hers back more than proudly, you had bragging rights having a gorgeous girl like her. and you weren’t afraid to show her off.
you loved to take care of vi after a long night, her arms and back muscles spent from overuse, you graciously continue your firm and precise kneading of the muscle and knots, her soft groans and sighs your guides. her back…her back was up there with your favourite parts of her besides her pretty face, you move lower, down over her inked and toned back, using your thumbs on all the right spots, vi hissing slightly from the knots being pushed out, hurt so good. “shit… that’s tender.” she chuckled through her whimper. the most delicious sound.
“sorry babe. want me to go softer?” she lifted her head slightly, eyes still looking nowhere in particular. “nah. i can handle it.” “i’m not hurting you am i?” you ask again. “course not.”
you go more gentle despite her insistence. going back up to her shoulder blades, “that good?” she hums in agreement. you smile out of her view, “you’re fuckin good at that…”
“yeah?”
she agrees, her voice more whimpery from the treatment you’re giving her, you go for her neck after a few more kneads, your fingers digging nicely into the skin where her neck meets her shoulders. “oh babe.. you’re so good to me.” she was practically purring. you couldn’t be happier to please her.
“that’s good my love.”
her arms are next. you focus on each one, kneading the muscle, she had a lot to work with. her sounds and verbal cues letting you know you were indeed loosening her up.
after a beat you sit up. “turn over.” vi was halfway to sleeping when you gave the instruction she grunted as she turned herself over, you climb over her, her hands find your hips like muscle memory, while yours find her chest, leaning down to kiss her neck, starting soft and almost tickling her, her laughs were absolutely adorable. “woah hey…” you chuckle and continue your decent, kissing her shoulder and then her biceps, running your fingers where your lips weren’t currently worshipping. “ah.. what’s up with you tonight princess?” she breathily chuckles.
“what? i can’t love on my girl?” you roll your eyes, acting annoyed for humorous affect.
“don’t think about anything tonight okay? just let me take care of you.” you kiss her neck as you say this, vi moans at your tone of voice, already weak. your lips go straight for her tits, nipples hardened and already ready for your mouth, your other hand gently pinching and kneading. “mnn.. christ.” her voice is only audible to you, her chest rising and falling much quicker, her boxers already soaked from all of your attention.
you kiss each one of her scars, each part of her she doesn’t like to talk about, and the battle scars she brags about. “you’re so beautiful. gorgeous thing you.”
your kisses are hot and heavy as you move down her stomach, over her abs and sink down to your knees, “uh..” vi is still making little needy sounds, your hands reach out to get her boxers off, slow, methodically, you try to draw it out, just relishing in her noises, like a puppy waiting to go for a walk. “you know you are.” your hands trace her hips and fingers spread as you move over her upper thighs, sliding your hands underneath, lifting her legs slightly, then you’re all go, moving your head using your tongue and lips to stimulate her clit, lapping up her wet mess, tongue moving up her clit and flicking a few times then closing your lips around it and sucking, making wet nasty sounds and oh that got her.
her head tipped back as her chest still rose and fell faster with her moans. “fu-uuck .. oh fuckin hell-” you pull her closer so you were now face in, nose bumping into her precious clit as you make your tongue as firm as you can sticking it inside her weeping entrance, in return you get her back arching and hips bucking into your face.
she’s whimpering now, already sounding there and it hadn’t been very long, but you weren’t gonna deny her shit tonight. “mmh… taste so good baby. are you cumming? huh?”
she can only manage a soft “please..” and you don’t hesitate, tongue inside her, as deep as you can, fingers stimulating her clit while she cries out, pussy contracting around your wet muscle. you can’t help but laugh softly with joy as she cums on your tongue, your sweet reward didn’t take much, your massage clearly wound her up more than she let on.
“holy fuck.” she exhales and laughs with you. “you’re way too good to me babe..”
“oh yeah?” you grin and then bring her pussy back to you with a lift of her thighs. “love this pussy baby.” your voice was muffled as your lips latch onto her clit, fingers graciously pushing past her entrance, vi is back laying down, too spent to even watch, her eyes, half lidded and face adorably ‘sad’ as her voice goes up an octave. “oh my god.. fuck fuck.. ” she grits her teeth, you glance up at her from between her strong thighs, moaning against her pussy and spitting on her when you have a second, whatever sounds you can draw from her and get her to squirm in your hands, she was completely yours. your protector, your lover, was reduced to a beautiful mess under you and it made your heart swell and your pussy throb drastically.
your hands leave her thighs and snake up her body to her breasts, squeezing what you can reach. “promise i’ll take good care of you tonight. you deserve every bit of it my sweet girl.”
because she did. as tough as your girlfriend was, she was your girl and deserved princess treatment and to feel desired and lavished. and you were gonna pour into her with all the love you had.
words: 1.5k
warnings: modern au, angst after a fight with a resolution, established relationship, grovelling, abby says mean things but then she makes it all better. reader is clearly a self-insert with rejection sensitivity oops!
in which abby finds you alone and devastated after a heartbreaking argument.
tags [lmk if you want to be added/removed]: @hakandnsjoqmsn @abbyily @mamas-evil-hag @cherrybomber3000 @chraw @abbysburr1t0 @mewl3tte @loonetteslooneybin @lilredbird101 @wontilly @klmr0 @emma13759364 @coffeestainedbookpages
She doesn’t know if there’s a way through it this time. You fight a lot, but never like this. She was venomous. So were you. She can’t even remember how it started — you accused her of never having time for you, she accused you of needing too much. She got defensive, because she never feels like enough. You got your heart broken, because you always feel like too much.
It goes around like this constantly, and maybe she’s tired. Tired of having to justify herself, tired of seeing you angry and sad, tired of pretending this is working.
Except then, when you leave and slam the door, it doesn’t take long for her to realise just how miserable and dark the apartment is without you in it. She doesn’t even know where you are, and in minutes, all she thinks about is what might happen to you in the state you’re in. Maybe you’re too teary eyed to safely cross the road, or maybe somebody sees you wandering alone, vulnerable, or maybe you get caught in the rain. She doesn’t remember you taking a jacket, and it’s freezing out.
Fuck.
The first time she calls you, she hears your phone vibrating upstairs.
Double fuck.
An hour later, she’s called all of your friends and family. None of them have seen or heard from you. She wants to give you your space, but it’s getting dark, and she’s terrified. She’d rather keep yelling than sit in this stifling silence, alone and trapped in worst-case imaginings.
She gives it another half an hour, just to be sure you don’t turn up, and then ends up taking off. She knows you enough to check a couple of local haunts: the dive bar down the road, the pizzeria opposite, even the damn library. Every empty space feels like another tear in her heart, until she’s cold and damp and lost. She wanders then. A lot. Up and down the street you live, around the block, in and out of the same stores she knows you love until they close up for the night. Neon lights reflect in puddles, cars leave splashes on her clothes as they pass by, and she’s replaying the fight over and over.
"You’re never here. You never treat me like the priority!"
"Because I have more important shit to do!"
She was so, so fucking cold. She doesn’t know why. She gets like that when she’s under attack; can never just sit and listen and say “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll do better.”
She is sorry now. She wants to do better.
She’s worried it’s a little too late.
You hate how sensitive you are. How easy it is for Abby to break you. You hate that, when everything crumbles, there’s nowhere you can go to really feel loved. Her arms are the safest place you know, and without them, you roam aimlessly. A ghost passing between streetlights.
When your feet get too numb to keep walking, you sit on the park bench, pressing your palms into your eyes and letting out the sob you’ve been fighting for hours. You don’t want this to be over, but it feels over. Worse, it feels like she wants it to be. You pushed her too far, asked for too much, and she’s done. If you go home now, you’re certain she’ll confirm it, and you’re just… not ready. You’d rather stay here in purgatory, icy and shuddering, then face the end.
People pass by you, most of them barely glancing, a few casting you sympathetic looks. The rain gets louder. Wind rustles through the trees surrounding you. The world keeps turning, and you watch and watch and watch. Dog walkers, kids out past their curfew, late commuters. They all have somewhere to be. They probably have somebody waiting for them to get home.
You don’t.
You pull your knees to your chest, gasping through tears at the thought that she probably doesn’t love you anymore. How could she?
"I can’t keep doing this with you. If you’re so unhappy, why not just end it?"
"Is that what you want?"
She’d paused, so stony, so unreadable, and it had been answer enough.
Footsteps approach. You expect them to belong to a heavy-footed runner until they stop right by your bench, heavy breaths following. A shiver crawls down your spine, because you know. You’d always know.
You turn, and there she stands, hands on her thighs as she catches her breath. She’s still in her workout clothes, only she at least had the good sense to put on a hoodie and raincoat, unlike you. She looks… relieved. You don’t know why.
“I fucking…” Her throat bobs, voice cracks, and she glances up at the black sky. When she speaks again, those sharp edges of her voice have been filed down to something softer. “I’ve been looking all over for you. You scared me to death.”
There is nothing you can say, or at least, nothing you want to say. You hate how vulnerable you feel, how broken, and she made it clear that she doesn’t want to pick up the pieces this time. So you fold your arms over your chest in an effort to protect yourself, staring out at the grass.
Abby sighs, lids fluttering shut. She tugs off her raincoat and drapes it around your shoulders. It’s heavy and smells like her, like the soap you share and the detergent you chose and the dinner you ate: pine, vanilla, sweat, and spice. Home.
Your head bows, teeth sinking into your quivering lower lip. So fucking weak.
"Stop fucking crying. I can’t have this conversation with you when you’re crying like that."
“You’re drenched, baby,” she whispers, brushing your hair from your eyes. “Come home. Please. We’ll fix it.”
“Do you want to fix it?”
She blinks as though surprised you’d even have to ask. Like those barbed words earlier changed nothing.
Like she still loves you.
“Of course I want to fix it.”
“I don’t think you do. I think you want this to be over. And maybe it is.”
A vehement shake of her head. Her eyes are bloodshot, baby hairs pasted to her forehead. “No. No, baby. All I want is for you to come home.” She takes your hand desperately. “We both said shit we didn’t mean. It shouldn’t have gone that far. I shouldn’t have…” Her face contorts with something like regret. “Please. Please, let me take you home.”
There’s nothing you can say, mind tangled and incoherent. So when she coaxes you off the bench, you let her. She wraps her arm around your shoulder, keeping you protected and close like she always has, but it’s tainted now.
At home, she grabs you a towel. When you’re still unable to move, speak, she sits you on the couch, stripping off the damp clothes and drying you off before wrapping you in a thick blanket. You’re crying. You can’t stop. She probably fucking hates you for it.
Except she kneels in front of you, rubbing warmth into your arms, eyes stuck on you and filled with concern.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “You were right. I’m not making enough time for us. I just… I get so focused on work, I just can’t see past it sometimes.”
You dip your chin to your chest, hiding yourself behind the blanket. She shuffles closer, waiting patiently as you try to fight more tears. “You make me feel like a burden for wanting you around. I don’t think… I don’t think it should be that way. I think maybe I make your life heavier instead of lighter.”
“No.” She searches for your hand beneath the blanket, fingers intertwining. “No, baby. That’s not true. The heaviest I’ve ever felt was sitting on this couch after you left, wondering whether you’d come back. Wondering if I ruined everything. If I broke us. If I’m so fucking incapable of relationships that I don’t get to keep you. It terrified me.”
Again, you’re speechless, trying to comprehend this new reality where she doesn’t hate you, doesn’t want you gone. It’s so much easier to imagine it’s true, because you’ve always felt, deep down, like maybe you aren’t supposed to be loved — especially not by somebody as strong and capable and beautiful as Abby.
She tucks your hair behind your ears, cupping your jaw. “I love you. I’m gonna do better, yeah? We’re gonna be okay.”
She treats you like you’re something fragile, and you feel it — so you crumple, finally. “I’m sorry,” you say, for the tears and for the fight and for never quite giving her what she needs.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” she promises, tugging you into her chest. “Just please don’t ever leave me like that again. Even if I say something stupid, even if you think it’s what I want. If you need space, take it, but don’t… Don’t disappear on me.”
“Okay.” You sniffle into her shoulder. She cradles you like you’re something precious, tugging you so you straddle her on the ground, where she can hold you even tighter.
“Are you warming up? You want me to run you a bath?”
You shake your head. “Just wanna stay like this for a little while.”
“As long as you want,” she promises, pressing a kiss into your damp hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only mdni, smut obvi, these are all with an x waitress reader once again, more dom leaning abby, oral sex, fingering, strap on sex, dacryphilia if you squint, overstimulation, daddy kink, public sex, biting, hair pulling, condescending abby and uhh strength kink?
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: by popular demand, here are the not so safe for work line cook abby headcanons. if I missed any warnings please let me know and I’ll fix that asap. but I hope you enjoy, these were so much fun to write <3
line cook!abby loves to crowd your space, especially after the two of you start dating. it’s never anything over the top, especially if you both are on the clock. but she just loves watching you have to go out on the floor after, breathless and flustered all because of her.
line cook!abby who throws around pet names like it’s no big deal.
“baby, table seven’s refire is up.”
“behind ya, sweet thing.”
“here’s those fries, pretty girl.”
and the first time someone else hears her calling you one of the many pet names she seems to keep tucked away in her back pocket—it’s like a nuclear bomb goes off in the kitchen and everyone is shell shocked.
because when did abby anderson ever call someone sweet thing?
line cook!abby absolutely uses her strength to her advantage, especially when she realizes just how flustered it makes you. at work she’s always offering to carry heavy things for you, moving you out of the way.
but when the two of you are alone?
she’s lifting you up onto counter tops to kiss you breathless, easily manhandling you into whatever position she wants (especially if you’re being a brat), doing all the work for you when your legs are weak and shaky from one too many orgasms. she likes being strong for you.
line cook!abby thinks it so sexy when you use her biceps as your own personal chew toy. she loves seeing the indents your teeth leave behind afterwards.
line cook!abby lovessssss overstimulating you. to the point where there’s tears in your eyes and your legs are trembling violently around her head. and when you think she’s finally satisfied, she’ll just crawl back up your body, pressing soft kisses everywhere she can reach mumbling something to the effect of, “sorry baby, you’re just so fucking pretty like this…couldn’t help myself.”
but a few heated kisses later and she’s begging you to cum just one more time on her fingers.
line cook!abby wore her harness under her work clothes once during a shift when she knew she’d be taking you home after. safe to say the two of you didn’t actually make it out of the parking lot before you were eagerly tugging down her sweats and gagging on her silicone cock.
line cook!abby’s stamina and strength are totally unmatched to any partner you’ve ever been with before. she could be running off 4 hours of sleep after just working a double and she’ll still be able to go for hours.
“aren’t you tired?” you’d ask, laughing breathlessly as she starts kissing on your neck the moment you cross the threshold into her apartment.
“nah,” she’ll murmur, teeth nipping at every bare inch of skin she can find which pulls a low whine from your throat. “been thinking about touching you all day.”
line cook!abby always holds your hand when she’s eating you out.
line cook!abby likes to act like she’s in charge all the time but the second you start kissing on her neck and telling her how good she is to you? she’s a fucking goner. immediately she’s all too willing and pliable beneath your soft hands and plush lips. and you’ll work her over and over with your tongue until she nearly crushes you with her strong thighs. but rest assured—you’re exactly where you want to be.
line cook!abby uses the dry storage room to sneak you away for a quick make out sessions during long shifts. strictly because the last time the two of you made out in the walk-in, she was barely able to function the rest of the night after seeing how your nipples hardened and strained against the thin cotton of your shirt like they were practically begging her to wrap her lips around them.
line cook!abby is loud as fuck in the bedroom. she cannot be quiet to save her life, and the first time she sleeps over at your place is also the very first time you’ve ever received a noise complaint from your building manager. but she wears it like a badge of honor.
line cook!abby absolutely loves it when you call her daddy.
line cook!abby is an ass girl through and through. she loves touching your ass on any and every occasion she can. again she’s not big on public displays of affection, but she’ll absolutely slip her hand in the back pocket of your jeans when the two of you are out together. and she’s absolutely checking out your ass from behind the expo line every single time you walk by. she’s constantly burning her hands on shit because of it too, which manny roasts her for on the daily.
line cook!abby can be so condescending when she’s talking dirty, and it only gets worse once she’s aware how much you like it.
“aww, you wanna eat me out, sweetheart? need to hear you beg for it.“
“god, look at how wet you are, sugar. ruining my fucking jeans.”
“all that kissing got you this worked up? you need me that bad, baby?”
line cook!abby likes the excitement that toys bring to the bedroom but she much rather prefers using her fingers and her tongue to make you feel good. it’s a far more intimate experience for her to be able to feel that she’s making you cum. and most times she’s far too impatient to get her hands on you.
line cook!abby has a whole private album on her phone full of pictures and videos of the you two having sex, and all of the tasteful nudes you constantly love to send her on your days off. one of her favorites is one she took of your sucking your own cum off her fingers. she’d make it her screen saver if she could.
line cook!abby has definitely fucked you in the parking lot after a closing shift because her jealousy finally got the better of her. but she can only stand to watch so many sleazeballs flirting with her girl right in front of her before she finally snaps. and she’s instantly pulling you onto her lap in the bed of her truck, lips bruising and wet against your neck as her fingers eagerly reach to unzip your jeans.
“you’re mine. fuck, need to hear you say it, baby.”
line cook!abby prefers having you on all fours when she’s strapping you down because she just loves watching how your ass ripples with every thrust of her hips. but when it’s her turn? she wants you underneath her so she can look you in the eyes as she rides the ever living hell out of you, which you obviously don’t mind in the slightest because she looks so fucking good doing it.
line cook!abby loves having her hair pulled, especially when you’re the one fucking her. she’s always guiding one of your hands up into her messy braid as she moans desperately into your mouth.
line cook!abby who was completely unaware when one of the new girls tries to flirt with her, as she isn’t even a blimp on her radar. but abby’s quick to discover that your jealousy is much worse than hers because you’re louder about it. you leave marks—huge splotches of red and purple left to bloom along her jaw and down the column her throat. amongst many other areas that are only visible beneath her clothes, ie. her inner thighs and breasts.
she’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed by it though, and in fact she sometimes encourages it just to feel your lips, tongue and teeth marking up her skin afterwards.
i don’t even know what to say besides the fact that these headcanons fundamentally changed me as a person 😭 the line cook abby concept already had me in a chokehold, and then i got to the nsfw headcanons…i had to put my phone down and stare at the wall for a minute. you absolutely COOKED!!! thank you for your service 🫡
lana I’m quite literally giggling and twirling my hair right now, thank you angel 🥹🫶🏻 I’m so glad you liked both of them so much! I plan to eventually write more for these two so I’m sure I’ll be yapping your ear off about it 😌
but you are so so so welcome, I’m happy to be of service.
pairing(s): robin buckley x fem!cheerleader!reader
summary: you come from practice to help robin close up the store but your skirt's a little too distracting and robin can't focus.
warning(s): robin being a simp, fluff, alludes to smut, and unedited work.
ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES.
NAVIGATION
Robin huffed looking down at her watch, you said you'd be here an hour ago. Even though you had called an hour earlier and said you'd be super late she was still checking her watch. You told her practice and run late and that you were going to give Chrissy Cunningham a ride home.
Her fingers tapped desperately on the counter as she stared expectantly at the door almost like if she stared hard enough at the door you'd appear there.
She was afraid that if she'd miss you arrive you'd get tired of waiting for her to unlock the door and leave and she'd be forced to spend another night alone.
Between your practices and her closing shifts you two hadn't had much time to spend together these past few weeks.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, her fingers immediately stopping their tapping on the counter to raise her head. You stood on the other side of the door and you waved, a huge smile on your face.
She rushed to the door.
Maybe Robin was exaggerating but everytime she saw you she felt butterflies, she was utterly obsessed with you. She wasn't sure if that was normal at first, to want to spend every day of your life with someone, to live and breath someone. Steve told her it was completely normal, he even said she might be in love.
When she first heard that it scared her but now it was the only thing that made sense.
She was in love with you.
"Hi" you said once she got the door open "Hi" she tried to hide her smile when you pressed your lips against hers. "Sorry I'm late but since you're probably done maybe we could go to my house" Robin cleared her throat, she wasn't done and truthfully she hadn't got anything done since you called.
"What's wrong?" you asked as she slowly closed the door locking back up "I'm not done, not even close" you chuckled softly at her worried expression, she was silently begging you not to be mad at her.
"That's alright I'll just hang here" you threw your purse on the counter turning away from Robin and that's when Robin noticed your cheerleading uniform. It wasn't like she's never seen it before but something about the way you looked tonight that had her soaking in her undies.
That's when she realized how long it's been since she was..intimate with you, since she's even had a taste of you and it kind of upset her.
Eating you out was her favorite hobby and here she was robbing herself out of it. She shook her head at herself, she had to get to work and when she was done she could have a taste.
All she had to do was focus.
Which seemed pretty easy until you pulled yourself onto the counter, your skirt riding up on your thighs and she couldn't help but glance over at you as you read the magazine in your hand.
She felt like tearing her hair out, she needed you now. You pulled the magazine away from your face when you heard her move towards you and suddenly her lips were on yours.
You were shocked for a few moments before you came back to your senses kissing her back. You lifted your hand tangling it in her hair, she moaned against your lips loving the taste of you.
She placed her hands under your thighs pulling you closer to her, she just wanted to feel your warmth.
Robin pulled away looking at you, you had a dazed look in your eyes and your lips were slightly swollen and you were speechless for a few moments and now Robin wasn't sure if she had taken it too far.
"Oh god I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking! I should've asked you or warned you! I'm sorry-" she began to ramble but you cupped her face "Hey, Hey it's alright I was just surprised"
"You're just so distracting" she whispers hiding her face in your neck "Yeah?" You giggled.
She nodded "I just can't stop thinking about how you taste" now that made your cheeks heat up. Robin didn't usually talk that way and you cleared your throat, your nose brushing against hers.
a/n: not this being my first fic in months. yall know i've been on a mini hiatus but now that mama has graduated she tryna come back. i hope you enjoyed the fic, tell me what you think and feel free to request.
"You can stop thinking about it and have a real taste"
pairing: Abby Anderson x f!reader
summary: Abby and reader prepare for Lev to stay with Abby for the weekend in Seattle
cw: Mostly fluff, Almost smut?? (fondling, hickeys), Surgeon! Abby, College Student! Lev (1.9k)
Read the extended version on AO3 HERE
Doorbells seemed to only function within the worst of moments. You were stirred awake by its echo down the eggshell interiors of your girlfriend's home. To your surprise, the burly blonde was sound asleep on your chest instead of being away already, gone early for work. She was smiling in her sleep, absentmindedly running her fingers along your bare skin. You brought up a hand to smooth back her hair for a full view of her peaceful face. The moment was short lived as her newly adopted puppy, Alice, pounced onto the messy sheets of your shared bed, quickly burrowing between the two of you and awakening Abby.
“G’morning,” she yawned into the phrase without opening her eyes. Lacking much effort, the girl shifted to slide one arm over the rambunctious creature, whispering soft words of relaxation and the other arm situated comfortably above your head. Shortly after, her eyes fluttered open. “How long have you been awake?”
Rubbing your eyes, you answered. “Not very long. Heard the doorbell.”
After placing a quick kiss on your cheek, Abby pushed herself up from the mattress. “Better go see whatever it was.” You watched the blonde from your elbows as she traveled around the bed and out of the bedroom, how her beautifully defined back was highlighted in the morning light, hair mirroring the sway of her walk. Not long after, you got up to brush your teeth, slipping on the matching shorts of the camisole you routinely slept in. Abby appeared to your left in the reflection of the mirror, standing in the door frame holding a large box. “Has your name on it.”
As you reached for it from her hands she jerked the box out of reach. “Abby!” you squealed, attempting to save the precious goods from her brutal reign “stop that!” She giggled, holding it over her head and shaking the box a bit. “You are so rude!”
The blonde then slightly learned down, licking her lips “Maybe for a kiss.”
“Fine.” you sighed, leaning into the girl just close enough for her to lower her guard before snatching your newly found valuables and backing away. In search of a knife to cut the box open you headed into the kitchen.
“Wow.” The blonde sighed dramatically then trudged into the bathroom to complete her morning routine.
You heard the girl shout from her bedroom before she reappeared in the corner of your vision. “Your cool, awesome, girlfriend performed numerous successful surgeries last night and you won't even give her a kiss?” She began, leaning on the opposite side of the kitchen island where you were prying open the package. “Real cold, (y/n).”
You rolled your eyes, pointing the knife at the girl for dramatics. “This is a limited edition vinyl, with a poster, postcards, and stickers. You don't get it being this dedicated to something.”
Approaching your figure to press a kiss into your shoulder, she laughed. “Did you forget I’m literally a surgeon? It’s my job to be dedicated.”
You shook your head, lying everything out along the counter as it was carefully unwrapped. “Potato-pohtato.”
Abby pulled away from you, staring blankly at your phone screen which was currently playing random tracks from a playlist featuring music from the artist who’s vinyl you had just obtained. “(y/n) this kind of just sounds like robotic noise,” she laughed dryly. She was very much a classic rock girl through and through. It was actually your second date that she’d dragged you along to an Alice Cooper show and you fell in love with her that very night.
You giggled at her bewilderment, “You don't get it. Wait for the lyrics to come in.” In the meantime you shifted over to the refrigerator which had been overstocked in preparation for the incoming weekend. Back at the grocery, you'd been sure there was no way in hell so much would fit in the kitchen. “Lev should be here around one yeah?”
Abby shuffled over to the kitchen sink, getting started on yesterday’s mess. “Yeah, I'm thinking we could make cabbage pancakes and tempura shrimp for lunch. Think it could be done in time for him.”
You agreed, ripping open a fresh package of shrimp to begin defrosting, followed by setting cabbage and flour on the counter beside it. You sang along to the music, ‘Relax and ease your mind because you work so much.’ you paused, leaving the open bag of flour unattended for a set of fleeting moments. “You know you really should relax, though.” Sighing, you repositioned yourself to lean against the counter, palms flat against the cold marble at your sides. “I think today is the first time in two weeks that you've been at my side when I woke up.”
Abby turned her head to respond, continuing to finish up the last dirty dish in the sink. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
You padded over to the girl, wrapping your arms around the her from behind. Resting your head on her shoulder, “I'm not quite sure. I just know that I miss you.” Your neurosurgeon girlfriend-Doctor Anderson, you loved teasingly calling her, had been very hard to get a hold of recently. You loved the way her name rolled off of the tongue. She was sexy as hell in uniform too. On the weekends you'd occasionally turn up to drop off lunch for her. Usually you’d only get in maybe a minute of her attention since it was such a demanding job before she’d be off again with a quick ‘Thank you. I Love you.’ before promptly placing a kiss on your lips then rushing off to wherever she was needed next.
She took your left hand into hers, bringing it to her lips for a kiss on the backside. “I missed you too.”
Abby dipped down to dry her hands on a hanging towel from a neighboring cabinet handle. “Your hands are so cold.” she laughed, turning around to finally engulf you in her heat.
“And you’re always so warm.” You shuddered, settling into her comforting hold as she began peppering kisses along your neckline.
“I bet I could warm you up.” She whispered, resting her chin in the crook of your neck as the two of you swayed to the music, which was now a track from Def Leppard. Her low humming was a special magic to your ears. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Abby sidestepped your figure, bringing the two of you face to face. Her hands landed on either side of your cheeks, bringing you up into hers for a peck. You could feel her smiling against your lips before another kiss. The girl’s sneaky hands had managed to navigate down your face and to your hips. She muttered quietly for you to jump, catching your form effortlessly as your legs wrapped around her waist in simple muscle memory. Your arms snaked around her neck, kissing deeply and engorging yourself on the blonde as if she’d be gone tomorrow. She backed the two of you up against one of the cabinets which acted as a sturdy backing to distribute your weight when one handed toyed with the camisole hanging loosely on your torso. Her lips attacked the skin behind your jaw, earning a labored moan as she tugged at the strap of your top in an attempt to reveal your taunt nipples.
There was a faint scraping noise, not loud enough to mean anything, but it also sounded an awful lot like a door being tinkered with. “I think I heard something.” You whispered, attempting to separate the girl from your skin.
Now taking her tongue past your collarbone, she was smiling into your skin again. She always thought it was cute how you were so attentive to every detail around you. It was the second night after Abby had moved into her new place that the two of you had fallen asleep watching a horror movie and you were awakened by the sound of falling metal in the kitchen. In fear, you shook the heavy sleeper awake to go check it out only to find that Alice had managed to knock a plate and fork onto the floor and was actively licking both items clean of the earlier dinner’s remnants. She refuted, “It's probably a squirrel or something outside.” Then you both realized it was the echo of both locks unclicking in her front door when you heard it swing open.
“Abby?” a boy’s voice traveled down the long hall. Delicately, Abby dropped you to your feet before you darted into the nearby guest bathroom, taking a quick moment to put yourself together. The reflection before you was a horror beyond description. Abby had left fresh little splotches along your neck, red with freshness, and your hair stuck out wildly from the claw clip it had once neatly been contained by. Choosing to discard the clip, your hair fell to your shoulders and you played with it, fluffing the dark mass to disguise the indiscreet nature of Abby. During this process you listened to the two of them outside.
“Lev! How did you get here so early?” Abby inquired as you heard the swishing of fabric assumed to be the two hugging.
Lev’s voice was muffled when he spoke. “Jerry swapped it for a standby so I left an hour earlier. It was supposed to be a surprise, but you didn't answer your phone.”
After decidedly spending enough time in the bathroom you peeked around the corner, revealing yourself to Lev. Coming into view, his eyes immediately fixed on you and Abby mirrored him before walking over. “Lev, this is (y/n)”
His slightly annoyed expression grew into a grin, obviously attempting to stifle back a laugh. “Oh, now I know why you were nowhere to be found.”
You giggled, and Abby swatted at the boy’s shoulder. “Lev, you did not just say that.”
His eyebrows raised before shrugging at the girl, “She didn’t do that to herself did she?”
Abby nearly gave you whiplash as she snapped her head around for a look at your neck. You raised your hands in protest. “Hey I tried to cover it up.” Which earned a laugh back from Lev and Abby blushed wildly. She couldn't have her little brother knowing her to be such a vulgar person.
Lev could see this embarrassment and nearly doubled over in laughter. “Abby you're, like, thirty. I don't care.”
She gasped loudly before bringing him in for a bit of rough housing. “You’re four years off!”
Abby had spent countless hours over the span of your relationship talking about her adoptive brother, describing the intricacies of his character, stressing the most important traits and even the obligatory embarrassing stories that every older sister loves to share. Of course you knew who he was, but to finally have this fabled person materialized in front of you was one hell of an experience. It was exciting and also a little nerve wrecking.
Once the two of them were done, Lev made way for your direction. “It’s good to finally meet you though, (y/n). She won’t shut up about you in the group chat.” What you didn’t know was that Lev had been just as interested in meeting you as you were in him, though he was more concerned with if you were good enough for his big sister to be putting so much time into.
You turned to the tomato of a girl with a grin plastered across your face, “You’ve been telling your family about me?”
Lev interjected, “All the time.”
You expected the incoming weekend to be one to remember.
SUMMARY: Two lovebirds sharing earbuds confess to each other and it's epic!!!!!!!
TW: cheesy ASFFFFFFFF
NOTE: Hey so I stole this idea from someone but I can't remember who... so credits to whoever amazing girl wrote this plot before me, credits to u gurllll... whoever u are, ily.
Also lmk if any of you caught the dispatch reference 😈 so I can kiss u.
Last one I apologize for the six seven comment.
bye enjoy have fun pls like and subscribe.
The train is silent, just you and Abby and a couple near who keeps whispering a bit too loud. The windows reflected the beautiful gradient on the sky, covering the view with some grime around the edges.
Abby was comfortably resting on her seat, oblivious to the nature in which your shoulder pressed against hers, making some quiet friction between the loud fabric of her jacket and your own clothes.
You felt a small shift beside you, her arms moving around looking for something. You only tell by glancing at her that she she intended to grab her earbuds, pulling one side before glancing back at you. “Wanna listen?”
It's a small habit you two keep when beinf around eachother, always discovering new music to put on your shared Playlist. So, you nod, and she holds the bud out to you.
Once comfortable your body leans closer to her, resting against her arm once again except this time you're already halfway leaning fully against her shoulder. Abby doesn’t move much, in fact she offers her arm for fully support so you're entirely comfortable if you choose to use her shoulder for a while.
“You like it?” she asks after a moment. Her voice comes out a bit hushed to not disturb the music too much.
You let out a quiet hum. Sounds like the type of music she listens to, with the low base and the guitar and the quiet singing. It's relaxing, even suits the moment. "Really your... vibe." You fail to elaborate, totally focused on the lyrics and the beat and the sky outside.
Abby laughs for a second, hesitating before she looks back at you. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
Her shoulder relaxes a little as you pull away just enough to look at her as well. "Didn't it sound like one?"
She nudges your shoulder with hers, but it's a playful gesture, a teasing one. "I chose songs i thought you'd enjoy. I care about your opinion."
"Is that a compliment?" You purposely murmured.
There was a crooked kind of half-smile on her lips that you've come to like way more than you can put into words. "Maybe it is," she replies, and leans her head back against seat.
You two shared a small minute of silence, waiting for the song to end.
"You know," your voice came out quiet, hearing the beginning of the next song which you had added to the playlist, "i really like your music."
Abby's quiet for a moment, trying to figure you out before letting out a sigh that eventually turns into a chuckle.
"You do?" her words are a mix of a mocking statement and doubt.
"Duh?" You replied with a small frown forming on your face, mocking her doubt with fake offence. Had she maybe figured you were just playing along all these months?
There's another pause, more cautious. You want to explain further without teasing so much, to reassure her you actually enjoy this, enjoy her. And Abby quietly overthinks if what she wants to do is appropriate or crosses the line of whatever she's been carefully crafting for the both of you.
She chooses it's not. It shouldn't be.
And her arm wraps loosely around your shoulder. Not quite tight enough to hold you in place, but enough to keep you close.
"yeah?" she finally answers back, a bit tentative like she's not sure she really of anything right now.
"Remember I posted this story with this song?" You basically laughed between words, ashamed and shy and nervous at everything, but so sure you were on the same page like most times and it was worth trying to shoot your shot back.
"Yeah, you made it sound like some big life-changing moment, just 'cause a song happened to play while in a... very odd moment." She replies. Her hand gently rubbing your arm.
"I had the entire week thinking about you. And... I dont know..."
If she wasn’t looking at you like she was, with those pretty lashes and plump lips, maybe you would've bit your lips, you nails, just anything to get rid of the anxiety.
for a second, she holds still, just staring at the screen where the song is playing.
"So this song makes you think about me."
"Yeah I was implying that with the silence." A huff almost escaped you. Not because of annoyance but because you didn't know how much this could change things. And it was eating you alive.
"i- yeah, i got that," she mutters, rolling her eyes like she's trying to hide how thrown off she is now.
"I just... I really have a lot of fun with you. And... yeah. I have never done this with anyone. Sharing so much and for it to just feel natural." You paused, staring at her phone and the song to avoid any eye contact. "Guess it made me realize how much I care about you."
Her eyes flicker down to your hands, lips pressing into a tight line like there's something she's trying really hard not to say right now.
"hey." She pokes you gently in the arm.
"do you…"
she falters, then scowls at herself. "forget it. it's stupid."
"Okay..." You blurted out.
Nerves speaking.
abby makes a frustrated sound at that. "You're supposed to ask me to finish the sentence."
Now its her nerves speaking.
"Finish the sentence Abby. Or ill die." You chose to reply with a mocking tone, trying so hard to just move back to the usual banter between you two and forget whatever cheesy stupid interaction had been going on for minutes.
That manages to make her laugh again. "I was just going to ask if you…" another pause, like she's still trying to convince herself she wants you to hear whatever's about to come next. "if you like, you know." she mutters, voice so fast it almost blurs together. "Maybe i'm reading this all wrong but-"
You laughed, interrupting whatever word vomit she intended to keep letting out.
"stop laughing at me," she gripes, smacking your shoulder halfheartedly. "i'm trying to have a moment here."
"Seriously!" she continues, "is it that funny that i'm asking if you like me like that?"
If you didn't know her you would think she was annoyed. But truth is, Abby was just anxious, genuinely.
"God- im so sorry." You finally spoke, fully releasing the nerves with a sigh.
Abby just shakes her head as her own smile threatens to break through. "i was trying to be romantic and you're just… laughing."
"You were trying to be romantic?"
"i- well, yeah." The arm on your shoulder moves so she can cross her arms together, looking away for a second. "I was trying to be smooth or whatever. I was trying to flirt." The way she says it it's like she's trying real hard to make it sound like it's your fault she's failing miserably at it.
"Why would you even ask me that?" There was obvious mock and disbelief in your tone.
"oh my god, really?" abby makes an exasperated sound. If she wasn't trying to keep it somehow cool for you she would be covering her slightly red cheeks by now.
"because i don't know everything, alright? we're not exactly what you'd call normal friends, and i was just trying to make sure i wasn't misreading things."
She actually sounds genuinely baffled by the question, which is honestly kind of endearing.
"Oh god..." You sighed, closing your eyes for a second.
"oh, god what?" abby mutters, suddenly tense again.
She had totally misread it, hadn't she?
"I thought this whole trip you planned for us was like... I dont know..." You spoke, a bit hesitant.
abby looks at you incredulously. Torn between being completely confused and completely mortified.
"like... we were on the same page already?" your voice came out awkwardly quiet. Your hands tight against your clothes.
The music was now long forgotten.
that makes abby stare at you in disbelief for a good six or seven solid seconds.
"this is the stupidest thing that's ever happened to me," she mutters. "i can't believe we were both just… sitting there hoping the other was gonna make a move but neither of us did anything."
"I thought you'd made a move so many times already!" You frowned. "I have tried."
Abby lifts her head, staring at you like she's still trying to determine if you're joking around or not.
"Well, i wasn't trying to flirt or anything but, yeah I was being more than friendly." You explained.
"I did flirt with you so much when I got drunk at your friend's party but I think you genuinely just ignored me because I was drunk?"
"oh god, that's right." Abby's still staring at you, cheeks flushed and glasses slightly foggy.
"I thought you were just joking around because you were half-wasted, but you meant all those things for real?"
she looks kind of conflicted. Like she's both flustered and relieved that you actually meant it but is still struggling to wrap her head around the fact that you've been flirting with her this whole time.
"You never said any of that other stuff again, so i assumed… i don't know. that it was nothing."
there's an odd note in her tone. She's looking at you now with something that almost looks like guilt.
You waited a second, trying to think what to say or do. "I just assumed I had made you feel uncomfortable. And then I saw you with Owen and... I dont know..."
"oh my god, no- what?" she blurts out, voice cracking a little. "I was never getting back with owen! i just… we were friends."
"this is literally the worst fucking misunderstanding i have ever been part of," she mutters, looking at you with an expression that's fully exasperation.
"...i had this whole plan."
"You have a plan?" You blurted out, didn't even letting her finish the sentence..
abby freezes, her lips pressed tightly.
"It's okay. Dont tell me." You bit your lip briefly, clearly nervous.
"I've liked you since the very day I met you if im honest."
abby stares at you "...seriously?"
"Yeah... I only approached to you for that team work just cause I thought you were pretty."
Her eyes narrow, giving you a searching look.
"Then why didn't you say anything? why didn't you try something?" she's trying for the annoyed approach right now, but she's still so flustered it just sounds more like sheepish defensiveness.
"Abigail- oh god. "Youve been giving me mixed signals!"
"I could've been kissing you for months," she mutters, some of her usual snark back. "what a waste of time."
she takes a deep breath, steeling herself.
"You can kiss me now." You suggested, clearly asking for it.
And for once you two understood each other. For real.
Abby wasted no second, brushing your cheeks tenderly before pressing her lips against yours.
It was a soft kiss, gentle and slow. She wouldn't ask for more, didnt need to.
This was beyond enough for both of you. Just sharing a space and getting to feel each other.
SYNOPSIS: Never in a million years you thought you'd have to thank a TikTok trend for helping you hook up with the hottest girl you've ever seen.
WC: 2.4k | CW: vi x fem!reader. nsfw, mdni. fingering (r!receiving), vi's a praiser, public sex (a club's bathroom). it's a quickie, some good old fashioned pwp.
a/n: i... have a thing with writing public bathroom sex with vi lol we're officially entering p&b's last couple of days! i still have two nsfw wips + pending requests but feel free to drop any ideas on my ask. enjoyyyy
The club is exactly what you needed tonight. It’s loud enough to drown your own thoughts, and crowded enough that no one expects you to make conversation. You’re here with your friends Mira and Jade, tucked into a little corner near the VIP section with a good view of basically everything, which is why you can’t help noticing her.
She’s standing with a group of friends near the opposite end of the bar, wearing a dark tank top, muscular arms on full display. Her hair’s a bold, unapologetic hot shade of pink that somehow manages to catch every light in the club. Every few moments, she looks around and scans the crowd with an intimidating confidence. And for the nth time tonight, those bright powder-blue eyes find you.
The first time it happened, you almost choked on your drink. The second time, you quickly looked away, suddenly very interested in your phone. By the third time, you just let yourself meet her gaze for a beat longer than you should, admiring the smirk that spread across her lips.
Now, she’s laughing with her friends and throwing her head back without a care.
“Girl, what are you staring at?” Jade nudges you, following your line of sight. “Oh, she’s totally your type.”
“She’s so fucking hot,” Mira leans in. “You have to take her home tonight.”
You’re saved from having to respond by a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find a girl with purple glitter on her cheekbones and an excited smile. There’s a tag that has the word “staff” written on pinned to her top.
“Hey! We’re doing this game tonight to celebrate Pride,” she gestures behind her, and your brows lift up at the sight of two girls are making out against the wall. “It’s trending on TikTok. We’re asking hot people who they’d make out with, then try to make it happen. You in?”
Your friends are suddenly very interested. Mira’s practically vibrating with excitement beside you, while Jade let’s out a playful gasp and grabs your wrist to shake it happily.
“She is!”
“Uh,” before you can overthink it, you nod. “Yeah, okay. Sounds fun.”
The staff girl beams. “Great! Lemme start recording.”
She gives her phone to her coworker, stepping up closer to you as she grabs a mini wireless mic. The guy gives you a thumbs up as he starts recording, and the staff girl shoots at smile toward the camera.
“Onto our next hottie!” she turns to look at you. “Who would you make out with if you could, babe?”
Your eyes betray you immediately, glancing toward the pink-haired girl at the bar without hesitation. She’s mid-laugh with her friends, that sharp jawline catching the light. Heat floods your entire face.
God, hopefully this does not go viral.
“That girl on the bar,” you say quietly, pointing across the room. “The one with the pink hair.”
The staff girl’s face lights up. “Oh, she’s hot! Okay, I’m gonna go talk to her. Stay here, yeah?”
Before you can second-guess yourself, both of the staff members are gone, weaving through the crowd toward the bar. Your friends are losing it— Mira’s practically screaming into her hands, Jade’s squeezing your arm hard enough to leave marks.
Vi’s downing down third drink of the night, completely clueless at what’s going on the other end of the club, when someone taps her shoulder. She turns around to find one of the club’s marketing staff vibrating with energy, while the other has a phone in hand pointed right at her.
“Hey! Question, would you be down to play our game?” The staff girl doesn’t even wait for a real answer before continuing. “We’re asking people who’d they make out with, and we try and make it happen. It’s for TikTok, just for funsies.”
Vi’s about to say no, she’s not really the viral TikTok type, when the staff girl adds something that catches her attention.
“There’s actually this really cute girl who picked you.”
Vi tilts her head to the side, brows knitting together. “Yeah? Who?”
The staff girl points across the room, and Vi’s eyes follow the direction of her finger directly to a girl from the VIP section. She’s taken aback once she notices it’s you, the girl who’s been catching her eye all night. But now you’re staring at her with flushed cheeks, your friends clearly freaking out beside you.
“Hell yeah,” Vi says, and she must sound pretty eager because the staff girl is grinning like she’s just made the best deal of her life. “Yeah, I’m in. Let’s do it.”
“Amazing! Let’s go introduce you, c’mon, c’mon.”
Vi can feel her heart pounding in her throat as she follows the staff girl through the crowd, leaving her drink and her friends behind. This is stupid, she’s being stupid. But maybe, the universe is doing her a favor here, because she’s been trying to figure out to talk to you all night without looking like a creep.
The staff girl leads her right up to the VIP section, and there you are. Up close, she finds you even more striking. And you’re clearly nervous, which for some reason she thinks it’s absolutely endearing.
“Okay, ready?” the staff girl positions herself in front of the phone again, smiling brightly as her coworker starts recording. “So! We’re here with—”
You lean into the mic as she props it toward you. “Y/N.”
Your voice is softer than Vi expected. Your eyes meet again, and the corner of Vi’s mouth tugs upward.
“And—”
“I’m Vi,” she says, taking a step closer toward you. Close enough she can feel the warmth radiating off your skin and catch the subtle scent of your perfume.
The staff girl steps back, grinning with excitement. “So, are you guys gonna—”
Vi raises an eyebrow in question, giving you a chance to back out to if you want to. Your cheeks are impossibly red, but you rest your hands over Vi’s arms and caress them lightly.
That’s all the permission she needs.
Vi reaches out, hand finding your jaw with surprising gentleness, and tilts your chin up before closing the distance. At first, it’s a bit shy— she’s hyperaware of the staff members recording, of your friends losing their minds, and her own friends probably watching in shock from across the room. But the second she feels you lean into her, control goes out the window.
She pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, and you let out a low moan that goes straight through Vi like lightning. She slides one hand to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, and the kiss becomes more urgent.
Your fingers find the way up to her shoulders and dig slightly into the skin there, kissing her back with an intensity that steals Vi’s breath and makes her head spin. She tilts her head, and even gets a taste of the fruity drink you had earlier.
The crowd and the cameras and everything else fades away the moment she feels you bite gently at her lower lip. Her grip on your hair tightens slightly, and you shudder against her.
When she finally pulls back, fighting every instinct to just keep kissing you, both of you are breathing hard. All Vi can focus is on you— the way you’re biting your lower lip, hands still on her shoulders, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening from the kiss.
“Okay, that’s definitely— yeah, thanks,” the staff girl laughs, shaking her head as they stop recording. “I think we got it. You two… wow.”
But Vi’s already thinking ahead. The club is packed, and she wants you alone now. She needs you.
She leans just enough to murmur against your ear, low enough only for you to hear. “Wanna go somewhere more private?”
You nod without hesitation, and Vi takes your hand as she leads you toward the back of the club. Your friends and the staff members move out of the way, not before Mira let’s out an excited gasp.
The staff girl groans, throwing her head back. “Ugh, not again.”
Luckily, the bathroom is empty. Vi barely lets the door close behind you before she’s pushing you against it, hands finding your waist, and kissing you again. You gasp into her mouth and immediately kiss her back, your hands sliding up her back and settling on her shoulders.
Vi shifts you two around, walking you backward until the backs of your legs hit the counter, and she lifts you up easily, settling you on the edge with a low grunt of effort.
“This okay?” she asks, pulling back just enough to check in.
“Yeah,” you breathe, pulling her closer. “Yeah, more than okay.”
Vi dips her head and starts kissing along your jawline, down your neck, and finding that sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your collarbone that makes you gasp. She sucks lightly, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to leave a small mark for you to remember her.
Your hands find the hem of her tank top and you’re pulling it up slightly, running your fingers across her abs, and Vi shivers. She pulls back enough to look at you, eyes dark with desire.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” she says, and there’s tenderness in her voice despite the intensity of the moment.
“Listen, you’re so kind,” you start, staring at her from beneath your eyelashes, “but I need you to fuck me, please.”
You capture her lips again, fingers threading through her pink hair and tugging gently, and she groans into your mouth. Her hands slide from your waist to your thighs, gripping slightly as she pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.
You can feel how much she wants you by the way her hands shake slightly as they move over your skin, the way she’s breathing hard between kisses, the way she keeps saying your name whenever you dig your nails into her skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Vi murmurs against your neck, lips lapping at that sensitive spot again.
She pulls back to look at you properly, and you can feel your stomach twist at the sight— her hair is slightly messed up, her lips are red and swollen, and her eyes look at you with such hunger and intensity your legs start trembling.
The sound of the club throbs outside, the bass vibrating through the walls, but you’re more focused on the soft sounds you’re both making. Vi’s thigh presses between yours, and you gasp, your head falling back against the mirror behind you. She takes the opportunity to kiss down your throat, her hands finding the curve of your waist and sliding under your shirt.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers against your skin.
You’re too caught up in the feeling of her against you, all you can manage to answer with are soft gasps and whimpers.
Vi pulls back suddenly, and the loss of her touch makes you whine. She grabs your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to meet her eyes.
“Hey,” her voice is lower now, commanding in a way that makes heat pool between your legs. “Use your words.”
There’s a sharp intensity in her eyes that you weren’t expecting at all. God, she is so hot.
“C’mon,” her thumb brushes across your jawline. “Want me to fuck you or not?”
“Your fingers,” the words tumble out. “Please. I need your fingers inside me.”
Vi doesn’t waste any time. She pushes your skirt up around your waist and runs a finger along the inside of your thigh, tracing the edge of your underwear, and she hisses as she can feel how soaked you are even through the fabric.
“So wet for me already,” she murmurs almost to herself, and the statement makes heat flood to your cheeks. She hooks a finger into your underwear and pulls it aside, exposing you completely. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She slides a finger inside you slowly, and the sensation is so intense you have to grip her shoulders to stay upright. She sets a slow pace, fingers curling just right they have you gasping her name.
“You’re taking me so well.”
You bite your lip, trying to be quiet, but Vi notices and pulls back slightly.
“No,” she says firmly, adding a second finger. The stretch is so delicious it makes you arch into her. “I want to hear you.”
You stop trying to muffle yourself, gasping and moaning as she works her fingers inside you. Her thumb finds your clit and starts circling with just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck, Vi,” you manage, your nails digging into her back. “Just… holy shit… just like that.”
“I know, baby,” she says, and it’s such a contrast. The soft endearment mixed with the way she’s absolutely wrecking you. “You’re doing so good for me.”
A few moments later, your orgasm hits you hard, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you bury your face in her neck and try not to scream her name. Vi works you through it, her movements slowing but not stopping, dragging out every last bit of pleasure.
When you finally come down from it, you’re shaking and gasping for breath. Vi carefully pulls her hand away and brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with you.
“Fuck,” you breathe, reaching for her waistband to pull her closer.
“Wait,” she catches your wrist, and there’s genuine reluctance in her voice. “As much as I want to, we should probably get back before they send security down here.”
You pout, but you know that she’s right. It’s been a while since you first entered the bathroom, and someone’s definitely going to come looking for you both soon.
“I know, but,” Vi continues, helping you down from the counter and smoothing your skirt down, “I’d love to take you out properly someday.”
A grin spreads across your face. “Really?”
She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle now, almost reverent. She pulls you close and places a soft kiss on your lips, a stark contrast to the passion of moments before.
“Can I have your number?” she asks against your lips.
“Yeah,” you agree immediately.
After exchanging phone numbers, both of you slip back out into the club and head into different directions. Your friends spot you immediately, and both practically run toward you.
“Oh my God, where have you been?” Mira shouts over the music.
“We were wondering if we needed to like, call security or something,” Jade adds.
You feel heat creep up to your neck, but you’re smiling so hard your face hurts. You catch Vi’s eye across the room, and she’s got that lazy satisfied smirk on her face, running a hand through her pink her.
Huh... guess you'll need to thank that staff girl and her TikTok trend.
abby anderson with a girlfriend who’s been having issues with her sleep schedule recently.
over the past few weeks you’ve been staying up later and later which results in you sleeping until noon or later.
and of course she becomes aware of this because you can’t stop complaining about the headaches you get from the lack of sleep or because of you keeping your phone light on bright which strains your eyes or how sleepy you are during the day or even how it’s thrown off your appetite so you end up eating nothing at all that day or eating so much the moment you wake up.
abby, bless her heart, has been trying her best to support and help you through all this.
like giving you melatonin or those sleepy time teas, making sure you don’t pull all nighters or take naps that just make it even harder to sleep at bedtime, reminding you to go to bed and even going as far as to take your phone or any other electronics that you may get distracted by.
when none of that works she begins to feel frustrated, especially cause it feels like you’re not even trying despite your many complaints.
so when she wakes up to you still on your phone at almost four (4) in the morning, she does the first thing that comes to mind.
she reaches over to your side, snatching your phone and tosses it into the drawer of her nightstand. you jump in surprise, thinking that she had still been asleep. “abby! at-least let me put it to charge– oof!” before you could even try to reach over to take it back, she wraps her big muscular arms around you and pulls you in.
before you even have time to process it, you’re facing her, chest to chest as you finally get the chance to see her sleepy yet upset face. “go to sleep.” is all she says, her voice raspy and drowsy.
you laugh at her pouty face, not taking her seriously until you began trying to push her away.
keyword : trying.
even in her sleep, abby has that iron grip on you, not budging even when you resort to pinching and poking her.
“abbyyy!!” you whine, wriggling around in her arms which only causes her tighten her hold on you. “you need to sleep.” is all she says, unbothered by your antics as she tries to fall back asleep herself.
“abby you’re squishing me!”
“you’ll be fine.”
“can i just put my phone to charge? what if i miss something important!”
“don’t worry about it.”
“what if it’s an emergency–”
“sshhhh…”
“abby–”
“sleep.”
accepting your fate, very reluctantly, you stop your wriggling and kicking with a huff and allow your body to relax.
a small smile forms on her face and as gratitude, abby loosens her hold (just a bit) so you can sleep comfortably.
you’re out like a light not even ten (10) minutes later.
