Featuring: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman & Jinx.
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VI
Making you squirt. Backshots. Scissoring. Audio from Vi. Riding her strap. Playing with you. Finger fucking you. Rubbing herself to the thought of you. Riding her thigh.
CAITLYN KIRAMMAN
Humping her pillow. Filming herself for you. Caitlyn riding her fingers. Caitlyn bouncing on your strap. Scissoring. Scissoring two. Fucking you.
JINX
Jinx having fun in her hideout. Bestfriend!Jinx while you’re in the bathroom. Fucking her. Needy for you. She got new nails. New nails two. She got impatient waiting for you.
Synopsis: The two of you have been together for five years, married for four. So in love you two married quickly, maybe while you were still in the honey-moon phase. Though now life is getting... boring, sure Vi is a great partner in the sense that she is a provider and she always comes home to you, she never shows interest in other women. Though you miss the intimacy, the closeness and excitement the relationship once had. So you propose a deal, you have 6 months to fix the relationship, or get a divorce.
Wc: 1.9
Warnings: Blue!collar!Vi, lots of fluff, Vi is a lover girl, oral + fingering (r!receiving), nipple play, slight manhandling, Vi orgasming untouched, humping + grinding, aftercare. And a happy ending!
"It's not working Vi. You're never home and I don't want to sound like I'm being picky because I know you work so hard for us to have the life we have but I... I miss you." Vi immediately takes your hands in hers, pulling you into her lap as she buries her nose into your hair, taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo.
The smell of home.
"Please... please don't leave me, baby. I'll do whatever you need me to do. Anything. Don't go, give me a chance please..." the absolute heartbreak her voice had your own eyes welling up. For five years you've loved this woman more than life itself, but when things aren't working you can't stay because it's safe. Happiness is important too.
"I'm not. Not yet... I say we give it six months, we try to rekindle the relationship and find balance before we make any big decisions. I love you, Vi. So fucking much I want this to work." The arms that held you every night, the hands thatwere so calloused from the draining, long days she works to give you everything you could ever want tighten around you.
"Six months. I promise I'm going to fix this." Vi only lifts her head from your neck to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It's not messy, or heated. It's slow. Pouring all the love and regret and need for you into it.
The first month:
For the next month, Vi had taken less hours at work. She wasn't leaving at 5am and getting home at 7pm anymore. Weekends were non negotiable, she stopped working those immediately and honestly? Vi loved it. Quiet, slow mornings were something she never really realised she missed until right now. Here with you.
Her fingers languidly ran through your hair, scratching light circles into you scalp. Your breath was soft and warm on her bare chest, the sun spilling through the curtains was brightening everyone minutes... yet Vi felt no rush to move. No rush to get us and leave the personal heaven that was this.
"Hungry?" Vi's eyes meet yours as you peek up at her. One cheek was squished up right on her heart, red from the warmth.
"Depends... for breakfast or you? I could go for either." Her own smirk grows as both of your cheeks reddened now. Flirting was Vi's forte, what originally sucked you in the very first day you met her... apart from the absolute natural bombshell she is.
"Hmm... I was going to offer to cook breakfast in bed. However I don't think my legs will be working properly if you have me first." Rolling you onto your back, Vi’s forearms bracket your head as she holds herself above you, nuzzling her nose along your warm cheek upto your ear.
"How about you be my appetiser... and then I'll make pancakes with bacon once I've taken care of my girl?" Wrapping your arms around Vi's neck you pull her closer, pressing her weight onto you further.
"Sounds perfect."With that Vi's lips crash onto yours, swallowing your almost immediate needy moan.
Yeah. Vi had missed this as much as you had.
The second month:
Already you could see the change with Vi, the past eight weeks she had really focused on prioritising the relationship above work. She hated that her paycheck wasn't as large because she stopped working weekends though it was still a hefty paycheck and you could easily live comfortably.
"Baby? You out here?" Walking into the backyard Vi finds you hunched over checking on your plants, Vi knew how proud you were of the little vegetable patch you'd grown from hand. It had grown exponentially since she was last out here and actually looked.
Immediately a wave of guilt washed over her.
Most people would take their spouse coming to them with the 'threat of divorce' in a negative way, not Vi. It opened her eyes, she realised that you were right. She'd been so focused on work and earning tons of money to spend it all on you, yet she managed to lack the only thing you truly wanted from her... quality time.
"...want to try one?" Vi was snapped from her thoughts as she glanced down at you, holding up a tomato you'd plucked from your plant.
"Of course, baby. Let me try it." Sitting down next to you, Vi doesn't immediately take the tomato she lets you feed it to her. Even though the two of you were married and have been for four years, the sparks were reigniting and she felt her cheeks flush as your fingers brushed her lips.
As expected, you'd successfully grown maybe the best tomatoes Vi had ever tasted, though she was definitely biased because you were hers. Her wife. Her girl. Hers.
"Perfection. Absolute perfection baby, they're ripe and sweet. Good girl, you did such a good job I'm proud of you." Your own cheeks flush, matching the small globes of red on the plants as Vi cups your cheek, sharing the taste of you labour through a slow, deep kiss.
That evening as you're getting all cleaned up Vi sets up a little picnic in the garden. Private, intimate, the exact kind of thing she knows you love. Together you sit and eat good food, watch the sunset after a tiring day of blazing heat.
The third month:
Tonight, both of you were getting ready to go to dinner with some mutual friends for their birthday. Now Vi was almost always in her work clothes or casuals like sweatpants... you missed her getting dressed up. Somehow she managed to fit her ass into slacks with were tight over the globes of flesh with a burgundy shirt stretched taunt over her broad shoulders. Even hidden by fabric you could tell just how stong Vi was, the sheer volume of power she possesses.
Of course you wanted to stay home and climb into bed, dragging Vi with you. But you couldn't.
Vi on the other hand was one minute away from cancelling and dragging you into bed. For the past hour she'd been ready watching your every move, now whether she was just horny or re-realising how hot her wife was was unclear. Something about seeing you getting yourself all pretty had Vi wanting to ruin it in the best way possible.
"Come here, baby." Moving on autopilot you straddle Vi's lap, letting out a half laugh, half squeal as she easily manhandled you beneath her to lay on the bed. "We ain't going, you look to good."
Wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her hips you smile, the kind of smile when Vi knows you're about to say something she won't like. "As much as I would love to stay home and let you rail me... we have commitments."
"If they're our true, real friends they'll understand we're trying to fix our marrige hm?" Whatever protest you had died on you lips the second Vi's hands start to wander, lips nibbling and sucking on that spot just below your ear. The exact spot she knows will work.
"That's not fair..."
"It's totally fair. Let me take of you hm?" Trailing her lips lower her tongue drags warm and wet over your skin, igniting that flame within. Vi deftly removes each layer until you're bare beneath her hands roaming over every inch of skin visible. "So goddam pretty, love. Prettiest girl in the world."
Her kisses trail lower along your collarbone and down between the valley of your breasts taking a small detour to tease and swirl her tongue around one nipple. Vi revels in the small nosies of ecstasy that escape you as she switches to the neglected nub, sucking your hardened nub between her lips as her hands pry your legs open.
The little whine you give when she releases your nipple to kiss and lick her way down your navel has Vi undoing her slacks clumsily with one hand. This was about you but she'd be pretty fucking stupid if she thought she was tasting your cunt without rutting against the mattress.
Was it pathetic? Yes. Did Vi care? No.
"Vi we really... shouldn't cancel-" at your weak protest Vi skipped kissing the rest of her way down and pressed a soft kiss right to your clit, feeling the bud twitch with need.
"What were you sayin' baby? We should stay home and I can eat you out until you're shaking? Good idea." Her first few laps were messy as Vi did a little shimmy to get her slacks and boxers fully off. Though the second they were off and she was free she dove in fully.
Her meaty biceps wrap around your thighs, prying you open as she devours you in your entirety. No inch of your pussy went unexplored as Vi swirled her tongue around your clit over and over before dragging it down to your clenching entrance to drink you down straight from the source.
With each lap through your folds the sloppy, wet squelching of you pussy responding to Vi's exploration were obscene. Had you not been in literal heaven you might found and ounce of respect and be a little embarrassed... like Vi should be rutting herself on the mattress.
A large wet spot was forming on the foot of the bed where Vi was humping the comforter, purely instinctual. You were none the wiser, not questioning Vi's moans at all assuming they were from her tasting you which, undoubtedly, was her favourite hobby, past time, job. She'd do it all day everyday, happily living between your thighs.
"Taste like a dream baby, like a fucking dream give it to me, come on baby please." The tips of her fingers tease your tight entrance as her tongue works over your clit, swirling, flicking and sucking until you're back is arching off the bed.
Sliding two fingers inside Vi curls them upwards, thrusting gently and curling until she finds that spot that has you whining and pulling on her hair. A guttural groan escapes Vi, the vibration on your clit helping hurl you closer to the edge. Vi's hips are none stop now, the wet patch growing with each rock of her hips.
She knows exactly how to get you over the edge and she was doing everything perfectly. Vi never changed pace, never switched up her routine. Her fingers worked in sync with her tongue until your inner walls were clamping around the intrusive digits, gushing your sweet release down her palm and wrist. She doesn't stop until your hands weakly push her head away, to which she doesn't pull away- instead she meticulously cleans up every drop, savouring your sweetness like it's sacred.
You look down weakly at Vi through the hazy eyes... and it was pathetic. Yet so hot. Each taste of you had her moaning and whimpering into your core, her own hips now rutting against the bed until they stutter and she comes undone herself. "Baby did you just?.."
"Mmhm... love you so much..." As you both come down a peaceful, comfortable silence settles over you. Vi was laying her head on your thigh, nose nuzzling over the soft skin, eyes closed. Your own hand ran lightly through her hair, scratching at her scalp the way she adores.
Maybe it wouldn't take six months to fix the marrige... this was it. The life you'd missed so much of just... being. Existing together.
ive just opened this account where i want to share my wgat i do.
to introduce a bit of myself, i love painting (women mostly) and i think here ill be sharing my shaphic fanarts, which will be multifandom but mostly caitvi 💜
SUMMARY: You and Vi leave the halloween party early to go to upstairs to her room in the frat house for some time together.
CONTENTS: Nsfw, mdni, strap on’s, backshots, making out, you’re both a little tipsy, vi in halloween makeup, overstimulation, strap riding, multiple position changes, oral sex, strap referred to as a dick, excessive use of the word fuck it just happened, Vi art by gabsyartsy on x !!
W/C: 3.4k
The party is in full swing.
Red cups stacked on the fold out tables along the wall, crumped ones littering the floor below it. Music blasting through the speaker propped up in the corner next to the tv, hidden by the crowd of bodies lingering around it.
A few covered in fake blood and neon paint as the purge, some dressed as clowns or murderers holding fake axes that will inevitably end up lost under a table, you even saw a couple of girls dressed as fancy pirates.
Vi was lounging next to you, cup in hand, arm lazily slung over the back of the couch behind you. Her face lathered in skeleton face paint that she had slightly sweated off. Eyes covered in a dark black around them, paint that covered the end of her nose and cheeks also. She hadn’t bothered much with an outfit. Only clad in a baggy dark shirt and jeans with her boxers poking out the top. Her forearms covered in makeshift bandages that traveled up the bottom of her hands.
You were matching. Mostly. Having spent time sitting at the mirror in your bathroom, meticulously applying the makeup on your face until it looked good enough to show in public. A more fitted shirt than Vi but still following her colourless colour scheme she had going on for this particular night.
Vi had been waiting for you to arrive. Lingering by the door with a drink in her hand, sliding her arm around your waist and bringing you in for a kiss the second you crossed the threshold leaving you breathless as always and rolling your eyes at the few wolf whistles you both got from the crowd.
You were used to them by now.
You both had planned to stay a good while. It was at the frat house after all. Except by the time an hour had passed, at least 4 drinks each had been gone through, Vi had that look in her eye. The one that made her look as if she was seconds away from pouncing on you and devouring you. Crowd or no crowd.
The black paint on her lips was already faded and cracked from continuously leaning forward to kiss you, hands sliding under the bottom of your shirt without fail.
It left you pushing her away more times than you could count despite wanting to let her have you right then and there. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t made out or gone further on the couch before, other people be damned, but it was a full house tonight.
You give her about five seconds to have you before pulling your lips away, leaving her panting and nuzzling against your jaw to try and get you back but you held on. For about twenty minutes that is.
Just enough time to have at least greeted most of the people you knew and to have shown your face before you grabbed Vi’s hand, taking it away from your jaw to hold and move to the edge of the couch. “Upstairs.”
Vi smirked. She wasted no time in dragging you through the crowd, dodging the mess on the stairs and running down the hallway to her room.
Her room was a mess to say the least. It was most of the time. Clothes dumped in one corner, empty cans on the bedside table, some college books thrown on the desk. The window was partially open letting the loud music from downstairs come through it now that the closed door had it muffled, but the distinct smell of your girlfriend still lingered in the room.
Even stronger now as she pushed you up against the back of her door, loose band posters hitting your bare skin as her hands shoved their way under your shirt to pull it off your body before grabbing your hips to pull you flush against her body.
You moaned into the kiss as her lips connected with yours. Rough and desperate after being forced to wait all night despite it only being an hour to an hour and a half at most.
Vi’s hands fiddle with the clasp of your bra before undoing it and letting it fall off your body to the floor, kicking it away as her lips strayed from yours and down your jaw to suck light marks into the soft skin of your neck. Her makeup smudging around her mouth but still stark against her skin.
You groaned as her leg shoved its way between your own, your head falling back against the door with a moan as you felt the distinct hard feeling through her baggy jeans. She didn’t exactly tell you she had the strap on. It was a surprise, a nice surprise definitely.
You now understand why she was so eager to leave and come upstairs with you.
“Fuck, Vi…” You breathe out, you mind going back to all the times she’d used it on you since she bought it. Nervous but extremely eager to use it on you until she was the one begging to fuck you harder.
Skipping classes to stay back in the empty frat house, bent over the kitchen counter as her nails dug into your hips. Skin slapping against skin as she bottomed out inside you, her hand coming down leaving an array of handprints over your ass.
Bouncing up and down on it in her bed on the weekends, going for it as long as you both could until your cunt was aching and clenching around the silicone as your nails scratched marks down her back.
Even the time Vi bought a double ended dildo, bracing your hands on her thighs and sinking back onto it. Sliding it deeper every time you both moved until she was whimpering beneath you, her hips rutting up against your own as slick pooled between the both of you.
And tonight, she had wore it to the party meaning she’d planned something. Your cunt ached at the thought, already wet just from her lips trailing against your skin and her knee between your thighs.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” Vi breathes out, kissing down your chest until she makes it to your breasts, licking a stripe over one of your hardening nipples before sucking it into her mouth with a pleased groan.
Your breath hitches as she switches between your breasts, leaving a trail of wet hickeys across your skin before her hand starts fiddling with the button of your jeans.
“Vi,” You gasp out, your hands coming up to thread through her short hair and pull at the small hairs at the bottom of her neck as she continues to suck on your nipple sending jolts of pleasure straight to your aching clit.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Vi pushes your jeans and underwear down your thighs, letting them rest there as she pulls away from your nipple to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach slowly dropping to her knees. She leaves a soft kiss just above your pubic bone, her breath fanning against your skin.
She looks up at you with hazy eyes, still shadowed with the dark makeup around them. She only breaks her gaze when she moves down to lather kisses on your inner thighs.
You huff in slight impatience. Vi had been impatient since she saw you at the party and now chooses to drag it out?
Vi chuckles against your thigh, her teeth grazing the skin before sucking the soft flesh into her mouth until she’s sure it’s gonna leave a mark.
She’s always had a thing for marking you.
Seeing light bruises peaking out of your shirt collar, watching you sit at her desk and cake your skin in makeup to cover the marks you knew would for sure gain you a judging look from one of the college professors.
Vi runs her hands over your thighs slowly, her fingers digging into them as she makes her way up. She’s purposely avoiding your pussy, knowing it’ll drive you crazy. It always does. It just makes it all the better when she’s pounding into your needy cunt later.
“Vi,” You warn, ready to just grab her and pull her forward as she inches closer. You watch her smirk against your skin, infuriating, before she finally dives forward to lick a long strip from your leaking hole to your clit.
Vi groans as she finally gets a taste of you, she could never hold out for very long once she finally had you to herself. “So fuckin’ sweet.” She murmurs, looking up at you from between your legs as her tongue lapping at your folds. Eyes fluttering closed like she’s in heaven, which to her she is.
Her hand digs into your thigh to pull it up and over her shoulder to give her better access, her tongue flicking over your clit before sucking it into her mouth.
Vi eats you out like she’s starving, her spare hand coming up to tease two fingers against your dripping hole. Teasing you with the tips of her fingers sliding in just to hear your head thump back against the door with a breathy moan leaving your lips before she slides one in.
“Fuck,” You moan softly as she pumps her finger in and out of your cunt, your eyes closing as her tongue expertly flicks over your clit again. Your fingers curl into her hair, hips pushing forward in an attempt to get more.
Vi grunts against you as your hands tug on her hair, sucking and licking your clit harder as she slides a second finger into you. Scissoring them inside you and curling them just right until she can hear your moans over the muffled music coming from downstairs.
Without warning, Vi pulls her fingers out of you, your juices covering her chin and smearing her makeup as she stands up looking at you with blown pupils.
“Vi, what…” You head drops down from where it was leaning against the door, your cunt aching from the suddenly stop. You look up at her with desperate eyes.
“I need to be in you, please baby.” Vi begs, her hand frantically unbuttoning her jeans to shove them off leaving them in just her tight boxers and her strap hanging heavy between her legs.
You watch her with your mouth half open, trying to get your bearings from the sudden edge you were pulled back from before nodding your head. “Yeah, yes fuck please.” You pant, shoving your own jeans and underwear fully off your legs and to the floor, your cunt already clenching at the thought of her inside you again.
Vi hooks her arms under your thighs suddenly, hefting you up into her strong arms making you fling your own around her neck with a laugh to not fall. The room spinning slightly due to the drinks you had downstairs.
She drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, sheets messy due to never being made half the time. You push yourself up with a hand behind you before leaning forward to grab her strap, licking up the underside before sucking the tip into your mouth.
Vi’s hand hovers over your hair as she watches you take it in awe, your head bobbing up and down the sleek black shaft. She pulls your head back, running her thumb over your lips wet lips before leaning down to bring you into a rough kiss.
“Want you to ride me,” Vi breathes against your mouth. “Wanna see you fuck yourself on my dick until you’re screaming my name.” She bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.
She pushes you back on the bed, climbing onto it next to you and grabbing your hips to pull you over her. Your legs straddle her hips, hands gripping her strong thighs for balance as you face away from her. She spits on her fingers and lathers it over the strap, not that you need it with how wet you are. She teases it through your folds, letting it slide up and bump against your clit.
You whimper as twitches of pleasure spark every time it nudges against your swollen bud, your hips moving to grind against the strap to slip it inside.
“Impatient aren’t you?” Vi chuckles lowly, using her other hand to spread your cheeks and finally line it up with your dripping hole, letting the tip catch on before letting go to grab your hips and sink you down on it.
A loud moan leaves you mouth as the strap slowly sinks inside of you. The burn from the stretch only adding to the almost addicting pleasure it gives you. Your nails dig into her thighs as you push yourself up before sliding back down.
“Fuck that’s it.” Vi groans, one of her hands leaving your hips to come down on your ass with a sharp smack before squeezing the cheek in her hand. The sight of you on top of her, hair all messy, back arched as fuck yourself on her dick, the wet slap every time you take it all the way. It’s intoxicating. And so goddamn hot.
“Bounce on it like a good girl,” She commands, thrusting up into you with each snap of her hips coming down against hers. The strap hits your spot perfectly with each thrust, making your eyes roll back as moans get punched out of you with each thrust.
One of your hands leaves Vi’s thigh to push your hair away from your face as you bounce on her dick, lewd noises leaving your mouth with every wet slap heard over the pounding music.
“God, look at you.” Vi huffs, her hand grabbing your ass to help you bounce on it. Her thumb moves to trace your soaked hole, stretched and leaking around her dick. “Fuckin’ angelic. C’mere.”
Vi lifts you off the strap making you groan at the sudden emptiness, she gets up onto her knees behind you and pushes you face down into the mattress. Grabbing the strap, she pushes it back into your tight cunt, the slide easy now that you’re completely drenched. Her hand grips your hip tightly as she starts thrusting into you and finding her own rhythm, her other grabbing your hair in her hand to pull your head to the side. She wants to see you.
You let out a choked out moan as Vi’s hips slap into your ass with every hard thrust, fists clenching the sheets as you push back against her.
“So good Vi, don’t—don’t stop…” You stutter out between moans, your eyes fluttering closed as your chest presses into the mattress, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets.
“Not planning on it,” Vi pants, adjusting her angle slightly until cries of pleasure are punched out of you with every thrust she makes. The base rubbing against her clit just right through her damp boxers.
Vi leans over you as she starts to really pound into you, letting go of your hair to prop herself up on her elbow and pulling you flush against her body. Her hot breath fans over the back of your neck with every deep thrust.
“I’ve got you baby,” Vi mumbles into your ear, her hand sliding from your hips to find your aching clit. She starts rubbing it in tight circles as she continues to fuck you hard and deep. Her head drops down to rest against yours, her own clit throbbing with every grind against the base.
The room fills with the wet, slapping sounds of Vi’s thrusts and your desperate moans and whimpers echoing through the room. The music from downstairs completely drowned out by the sound.
Your legs start to shake, your sopping cunt clenching around the strap as you feel your orgasm start to build up inside you with each wet circle of Vi’s fingers on your swollen clit.
Vi feels your cunt tightening around the strap, your walls starting to spasm with each deep thrust she makes. She knows you’re close, can hear it in your breathy moans that fill up the room every time you’re about to come and feels it in the way your cunt is grasping at her dick like a vise.
“Come on baby,” Vi whispers into your ear, her fingers moving faster against your clit it make up for her hips faltering every time she bottoms out, resisting the urge to grind into the friction against her clit until you’ve come. “I’ve got you, just let go f’me.”
You come with a loud cry, your back arching sharply as your cunt convulses around the strap, milking it desperately as Vi keeps thrusting through your orgasm drawing it out with each hard snap of her hips.
Your cunt flutters around the strap as she keeps her relentless rhythm. Vi, losing whatever restraint she had left, grips your hip hard enough to bruise as she continues thrusting into you erratically. Her clit rubbing against her soaked boxers, the base hitting against it against and again.
“Vi Vi Vi,” You chant her name you moan into the sheets. Your cunt clenching around the strap, sensitive and overwhelmed as she keeps pounding into you. Your hand comes up behind you, pushing at her hips lightly to get her to slow down.
“So ngh so fuckin’ good baby,” Vi pants against the back of your neck, the base rubbing deliciously against her clit the harder she thrusts into you, her hips grinding desperately against it. “Just hold on a little longer, fuck I’m so close.” She grabs your hand, linking it with hers to hold it against your lower back.
Desperate breathy moans leave her mouth as grinds into you, using your body to chase her own release. Your moans turn needy and encouraging despite your overstimulated pussy aching, loving how desperate she sounds behind you.
“Yeah? You like that baby?” Vi pants, her thrusts turning shallow and fast, chasing her high. Her clit throbbing against the base, so fucking close. “You like how I’m usin’ your cunt to get off?” Her fingers dig into your hip painfully.
“Mhm,” You whimper, pushing your ass back against her, your sensitive cunt spasming around the strap as she hits your spot again with each slap of her hips. Your legs shaking under the strain.
With a choked moan, Vi buries herself deep inside you, her hips grinding against yours shallowly as she comes. Her cunt leaks into her boxers, clenching around nothing as she tenses above you. She thrusts into you slowly now, riding it out as she peppers the top of your back with sloppy open-mouthed kisses.
Vi holds you close as she catches her breath, her strap still buried deep inside you. Her thrusts becoming lazy as she kisses down your spine.
The strap is soaked. Coated in your slick and cum, collecting around the base with every thrust. Your inner thighs soaked. The smell of sex lingering heavy in the air.
She pulls out slowly once her muscles have stopped twitching, making you groan at the feeling of it scraping against your sensitive walls. You feel empty instantly, your cunt clenching around nothing, still throbbing and swollen.
She unstraps it as you catch your breath, still sprawled out beneath her. She throws it on the floor, letting it land next to the pile of your clothes. She’ll clean it later, preferably when the house isn’t still full of people still drinking and partying.
Vi collapses next to you on the bed, throwing her arm over your waist to pull you close, smearing the wetness collected on your thighs across her own but she’s no better. Her boxers soaked through and uncomfortable against her still throbbing cunt.
She presses a kiss to your sweaty temple making you hum in content, her fingers tracing patterns across your back as she just lays there with you. The only sound in the room being both of your heavy breathing and the music still coming from downstairs.
You don’t go back down to the party. Neither of you being bothered to redo the makeup that’s half faded from your faces or get back into your clothes.
Instead you spend the night together. After cleaning up and sharing whatever can Vi has left in the mini fridge in the corner before drifting off as the noise finally starts to calm down.
Nsfw, mdni, onlyfans!vi, smutty stuff, preview/lore of my of!vi drafts/reqs i’m working on.
Thinking about. . . being onlyfans!vi’s biggest fan. Just quietly taking the free trial and watching some of her smaller videos at first, only small parts of bigger vids. Swiping through all the photos available before you just had to see more and ended up paying monthly to stay subscribed to her.
Getting obsessed with watching all of her videos, full videos, at night in bed. Watching her fingers slide in and out of her wet cunt, her tits bouncing with every hard thrust, nipple piercings you couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away from.
You remember the first live of her you managed to catch. Seeing her announce it a couple of days before it happened made you antsy. Wanting time to go faster but also being weirdly nervous.
You didn’t even think about it before you paid to get in.
You were a silent watcher at first. Completely enamoured by her as she groaned pinching her nipples before trailing her hand down her abs. Smirking at the camera every now and then. There were a lot of people in there watching her.
Then someone tipped and suddenly she was doing more.
Seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her head fall back as she pushed the head of a thick dildo inside herself just because someone sent money was addicting. And suddenly you were getting impatient when she spent lots of time simply teasing her viewers.
You didn’t even stop and think before sending money yourself. Anything to get past the teasing stage.
“Oh? I see someone’s eager for more.”
You made it a competition after that. You shouldn’t have. It wasn’t on purpose but you couldn’t help the jealously you felt when someone else spent their money to see her do more and got her talking to them personally.
You wanted her to talk to you.
Did you spend too much money on this? Probably. But was it worth it to see her face flush and her mouth fall open with whimpers she couldn’t hold back just because you payed for her to keep going despite her sensitivity? Absolutely.
synopsis: The separate lives of a pro-wrestling woman wrestler and an up-and-coming actress cross when one post is shared. As the world uncovers the history between the two, they must dodge the punch or throw in the towel.
•overstim•a little dacryphilia•fingering•pussy eating•
as always… MMDNI
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“Already soaking my hand,” she growled against your skin, teeth scraping just hard enough to make you jolt. “Look at you. Such a greedy little thing tonight.”
Your back arched off the old mattress she had dragged in here weeks ago for emergencies.
Your thighs trembled around her wrist as she curled her fingers again, pressing hard against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes.
“V-Vi, fuck…”
“That’s it. Say my name louder.” She pumped faster, the wet, obscene sound of her fingers fucking into you echoing off the walls.
Her thumb circled your swollen clit with merciless precision. “I wanna hear how desperate you get for me.”
Pleasure slammed into you like a freight train. Your first orgasm hit hard, ripping a broken moan from your throat.
But Vi wouldn’t. She never did when she was in this mood.
She pulled her fingers out only to drop down between your legs, shoving your thighs apart with rough hands. The first drag of her tongue through your dripping folds made your hips jerk violently.
“Too much, Vi, please…”
She laughed, the vibration shooting straight to your core. “You know the safeword if you really want me to stop, baby. Otherwise…” Her lips wrapped around your clit and she sucked.
A sob tore from your chest.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes almost immediately. The overstimulation was delicious.
Vi groaned at the taste of you, licking deeper, fucking her tongue into you while two fingers replaced her mouth on your clit.
Your second orgasm crashed over you faster than the first. This time the tears spilled over.
Vi looked up the second she saw the first hot tear slide down your cheek. Her pupils were blown wide, that dangerous hungry glint in her steel-blue eyes.
“Fuck,” she breathed, voice wrecked. “There they are. My favorite fucking thing.”
She crawled up your body, fingers still buried inside you, pumping slow and deep. Her free hand cupped your jaw, thumb smearing the tears across your flushed cheek.
“Look at you crying so pretty for me,” she murmured, voice rough with arousal. “You know what that does to me, don’t you?”
You whimpered, fresh tears slipping free as she curled her fingers again. Your whole body was shaking, oversensitive and burning.
Vi leaned down and licked a tear straight off your cheek, then kissed you hard. You could taste yourself on her tongue.
She swallowed every broken sound you made as she fucked you through another orgasm, slower this time but no less devastating.
By the time she finally pulled her fingers out, you were a mess. Cheeks wet, thighs slick, chest heaving with sobs that felt dangerously close to pleasure again.
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.
“please, i need it vi.” you were desperate. willing. wanting. the feeling of the cold hardwood floor sent chills through your body.
on your knees. thighs spread. hands lingering across your stomach inching down to your aching core.
she had left you alone all day, as apart of your punishment. purposely ignoring you. teasing you. she stood in front of you. leering down at you.
“you’re so pathetic.”
you whimpered at her semi-harsh words, but she wasn’t wrong. you wanted-needed her more than anything. her warm,calloused hand leans down to lightly to wipe a stray tear from you.
“give me one give reason why i should let you have it?”
you didn’t say anything. you just reached to pull down vi’s boxer, releasing her hard seven-inch cock.
“i want to show you how sorry i am.”
she hummed in thought, gripping your hair to look up at her.
“you’ll be good for me?”
you nodded frantically as she released your head.
she smiles smugly.
“go ahead, baby.”
she already hard and leaking at the tip.
"show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do." she spoke, wrapping one hand around her dick and giving it a few strokes.
your mouth watered at the sight of it. you needed her. craved it. and you leaned forward, licking the underside slowly before swirling your tongue around the head.
her cock was big and heavy, pulsing with heat. you opened your mouth wide and took her in, letting her slide deeper with each bob of your head.
"that's it, just like that," vi groaned, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "take my cock like a good girl."
moaning around her length, you worked her in and out of your throat, using your hand to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth.
drool leaked from your lips as you slurped noisily, putting on a show for her.
"fuck yes, your mouth feels so good," she growled, thrusting shallowly into your face.
“look at you, choking on my cock like you were made for it." you gagged.
your hand worked in rhythm with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks.
“such a beautiful mouth on you.”
her hips started moving just a little, she loved seeing you like this.
submissive and desperate to please.
her cock stuffed deep in your mouth, was driving her wild.
“you were made for this, weren’t you?”
“so fuckin’ pretty like that.”
you moan softly around her, and her hips twitch, she gasps and pulls back slightly.
you lean forward taking more of her in without stopping.
“fuck,” she groaned, voice rough and ragged.
“gonna let me cum on that sweet lil’ face, doll?”
you moaned around her, and that was all it took.
“fuck, baby,” she groaned, hips jerking.
“fuckin’ take all that cum for me—”
she spilled her hot and thick cum into your mouth and onto your tongue.
you swallowed instinctively, messy as some of her cum and your spit dripped down your chin.
she lifted you up, grabbing your chin to look up at her before pulling you into a rough kiss.
Hello!! Im thinking about a vi x reader, where we can see a more shy, and bashful side of violet through her tough persona. Some friends to lovers in there would also be cute…
It could be pure fluff, fluff with smut, angst, really whatever you feel like writing!!
- A
content // friends to lovers , post caitvi breakup , pitfighting and drinking mentioned , care taking sweetheart!reader , protective!vi , reader is a little sensitive :c , crying , injuries mentioned , hurt-comfort , fluff and smut , fingering , strap , virginity loss , virgin! reader ~ 1.6k words
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was comfortable around you, you were the one person that didn’t judge her for being the way she was. Whenever things got hard, things got overwhelming, she ran to you. It was obvious to you that you were her comfort person.
You didn’t mind.
“I’m sorry, am I burdening you?” She asked in a voice that didn’t even sound like her, soft and worried like she might pressure you to take care of her when she’s this vulnerable.
You just pulled her deeper into your embrace and whispered, “never say that, you could never be a burden to me.”
That’s when Vi fell for you, maybe.
Because there just had been way too many instances she could have fallen—like all those times you didn’t ask her how she got hurt and instead focused on making sure she got better, like that time you didn’t judge her for going back to Caitlyn just to get her heart broken. You never judged her, never made her feel like she was somehow broken as a human being.
She felt seen. She felt loved when she was with you.
And she wanted to be with you for the rest of her life, but she didn’t know if this was… love beyond friendship.
She’d already struggled so much in her love life before, it felt like the universe just had to take anyone she loved dearly away from her, and the thought of exposing you to the dangers of being her partner was what terrified her and kept her awake at night.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was drifting around so much after her breakup, you felt pity but pity wasn’t what made you approach her during training one day, and asked, “do you wanna move in with me?”
At first, she wanted to decline you right there on the spot. Not because she didn’t need a decent place to crash. But because she felt like it was entirely sympathy that made you offer her that and she wasn’t about to take advantage of her best friend.
But that’s when she saw the look in your eyes—genuine concern. And that was something Vi hadn’t seen directed towards herself in a while.
So she nodded.
Even that was hard.
It was like she was accepting defeat in her own newfound incompetence after the breakup. How was she so weak? It didn’t occur to her that she just needed to let her emotions show until she finally did move in with you.
You healed her in ways you didn’t know. You healed wounds Vi herself didn’t know existed.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was always shocked every time you did something for her. Like she wasn’t used to the idea of someone taking care of her or simply coexisting in her space and making living easier for her.
You didn’t urge her to stop pitfighting.
You didn’t ask her to stop drinking her days away.
You stayed by her, helped her through the worst of the hangovers and bandaged her knuckles when she came back with them split open, caked with blood. Not once did you make a face when she felt too drained to take a shower.
You were gentle, but that didn’t mean you just stayed by and never did anything.
You hand washed her clothes to get rid of the blood stains and sweat stains some days. You made so much out of so little because even if you weren’t the richest woman in Zaun, you had a big heart.
And that made everything count a hundred times more.
You made her homemade meals, you listened to her go on and on about how great Caitlyn was when she got sappy and drunk. You held her through every hardship she was faced with.
Almost as if she wasn’t alone.
Almost like you were promising her a lifetime of companionship.
“I know it doesn’t feel like it.” You said, passing her a glass of water, “but eventually, you’ll pick up the pieces of yourself and you’ll learn to move on. The only way to get rid of grief is to grieve.”
Vi looked at you, her blue eyes already collecting with fresh hot tears. “Why are you so nice to me?”
You smiled slightly. “You’re my…”
“Friend” sounded like it would undermine her importance in your life at the moment so you took a deep and breath and continued—
“You’re someone really important to me. And I care about you.”
Those words made a different kind of change.
The kind of change that helped a person heal.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI fell in love slowly. It wasn’t one day of dramatic realisation. It was when she caught herself doing things for you…
Getting you flowers randomly. Telling you how beautiful you look. Holding your hand when you both are walking the streets.
The drinking slowly stopped. She started sitting with you more during meals.
She started caring for you back.
Not because she felt like she owed it to you.
But because she was falling in love.
She could be herself—the sweet, broken, shy girl deep down that she was but never showed anyone else in fear of rejection.
But it was like you saw right through her even before she initiated acting like how she felt. You made her feel loved and cared for.
Vi couldn’t see a future that didn’t include you anymore.
You became a big part of her life.
She spent time in getting to know you even better—your favourite color, favourite food, the way you nervously played with your hair when you got a little shy, the way you listened to hopeless love songs when you cooked, the way you were a little sensitive to the usual gruff nature of Zaun’s people.
And Vi knew she couldn’t take you away from all the roughness the world offered to people who lived in the Undercity.
But she could make it easier.
She longed for you, she longed to make you the happiest woman on the planet.
She didn’t need you to reciprocate romantic feelings because in her heart it was enough to know she was in love with someone who had a good heart and cared about her.
But the idea of rejection still stung.
She was still raw after everything she’d been through.
So she took her time.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI knocked the lights out of some guy that dared touch you inappropriately. This wasn’t a new occurrence but Vi losing her temper like that was new. So when you were finally in the confines of your living room, you asked her, “are you okay?”
Vi nodded, eyes set on the way your hands gently cradled her injured fist.
“Does it hurt?” You asked, dabbing at the wound with disinfectant—as if you weren’t aware she’d taken worse injuries.
Vi didn’t say anything. She just stared quietly at the way you gently patched her up.
“Why?” she then blurted.
You blinked. “Huh?”
“Why do you care so much? I’m just—I’m—”
“Because you matter.” You said gently, “I don’t know what you see every time you look in the mirror, Vi, but I see someone who’s been too strong for too long, and you need to break down every once a while,” you cupped the side of her face. “You’re only human, too.”
Vi swallowed thickly.
She didn’t know why, she leaned closer and pressed her lips to yours. She genuinely thought you’d push her away.
But you didn’t.
You closed your eyes and let her kiss you. Your hands braced on her shoulders as you kissed her back. You held her like she mattered. Like you weren’t just going to take advantage of her. Vi didn’t realise when she’d started crying.
Not sobbing. Just a few silent tears that escaped her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks as she kissed you.
Her feelings for you overwhelmed her in the best way.
౨ৎ BEST FRIEND!VI was genuinely so shocked and honoured when you said you would let her take your virginity. She gently fingered you open first just so you don’t feel too much pain when she fucked you when her strap.
“Does that feel good? Let me know if it’s too much.” She muttered, her voice filled with love and care.
Her fingers worked in your pussy, curling and twisting as she toyed with your sweet spot. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck, your moans muffled by her skin.
“You’re gonna make a mess on my fingers, cupcake?”
“Stop… you’re so embarrassing.” You said, cheeks bright red.
“You wanted this…”
“Then just fuck me…”
She kissed your forehead and moved down, lips leaving a trail of kisses on the expanse of your chest and collarbones.
“You feel like heaven on my fingers.”
Her words weren’t doing you much good. You were so wet that it was genuinely embarrassing. You were moving on her hand, grinding down, chasing the friction of her fingers inside you—until suddenly she switched her fingers for her strap.
First the head of the toy pressed against your tight opening, and you thought it wouldn’t fit until it slid in with a slight wet “pop”, burying in all the way until all of the length was in you.
You gasped, “w-wait, it hurts a little.”
Vi paused instantly, eyes slightly wide, and filled with concern—did she hurt you? That was her worst fear.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” you wrapped your arms around Vi, “please… keep going.”
Vi’s hands were braced on either side of your head, her hips moving back and forth as she slid in and out of you with ease, thanks to your arousal. You clenched tightly around her, the stretch providing a burning pleasure you’d never felt before.
“Good job, baby, you’re taking me so well,” she whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead as she buried herself to the hilt.
You gasped and came with a cry of pleasure, liquids dripping alongside the sides of the toy. Your clit throbbed with need.
And although you never expected to hear yourself say this, you did;
❥・summary; what's the point of a back tattoo if your daughter can't color it in?
❥・tags/warnings; wife!vi, fluff, domestic, short and sweet, this is kinda buns i'm sorry, you have an (unnamed) daughter!
❥・wc; 1.5k
hello friends i am still alive! i'm performing tonight until this sunday and my choreography will be on stage.. wish me luck :P i've been super busy and going through writing block, but i've had this idea for a while and hope you all like it 🖤
life has been nothing but chaos since the birth of your daughter.
the best kind of chaos- one that you welcome and even revel in. months of sleepless nights, crying along with her while she was teething because you couldn’t do anything to stop her pain, watching her begin to crawl, then begin to walk. it’s possibly the most bittersweet thing you’ve gone through.
seeing her little personality take form and witnessing each milestone, but feeling an ache every time you’re reminded just how quickly she’s growing.
now three years old, she runs circles around you and your wife, keeps you guessing constantly. neither of you would have it any other way, though.
as your daughter’s interests and traits have started to come in, you’ve found that she especially enjoys arts and crafts. it started when vi introduced her to some simple ones, like tracing her little hands with markers and making flowers with construction paper. your daughter’s squeals brought an instant smile to your face, and many more craft projects came afterward- all of which are proudly displayed on the fridge.
from her tissue paper flowers to sequin and macaroni designs, she’s clearly a creative one. more often than not, vi will find the two of you sat together, with you reading and your little one lost in a coloring book.
tonight, vi’s just wrapped up her shower. you’re getting your daughter ready for bed, watching with fond eyes as she brushes her teeth (by herself, successfully) then changing her into her pajamas. soft chirping of summer’s crickets are barely audible over her giggles.
your wife climbs into bed, face-down without her top. humidity is a killer, especially for her, even shorts feeling like too much. as is routine, you and your daughter come into the bedroom so she can wish the other parent goodnight- whichever one isn’t on bedtime duty.
“someone wanted to say goodnight,” you hum, and vi turns her head without lifting her chest. her lips curl upward into a gentle smile as she reaches out for the little one’s hand, which she immediately takes.
“g’night, sweet girl,” she murmurs, voice soft. your daughter’s smile is everlasting, squeezing vi’s calloused fingers.
“goodnight, mama,” she chirps. her eyebrows raise, though, as she peers to look at her mother’s back. she’s seen it several times, undoubtedly, though usually covered by the band of a sports bra. tonight, bare, she’s seeing it in its entirety for the first time.
confused, your eyes follow hers, before realizing what she’s locked in on. “you like mama’s tattoo?”
“mhm,” she nods, eyes still fixed, one of her hands reaching out. with a chuckle, you bring her closer, enough for her to run her fingers over the inked skin.
she really should be in bed by now, it’s nearing eight, her usual bedtime, but the moment is just too sweet to risk shattering. reverently, her hands graze the surface, vi not daring to move. her head is turned to look at your little one out of the corner of her eye, a smile slowly stretching across her lips.
the cogs and smoke clouds etched into her skin bring back bittersweet memories. being imprisoned for something she didn’t do, spending years alone and wondering if she’d ever see her sister again. finding a friend in that wretched place, then learning of their artistic background and being offered a free back piece.
did it hurt like a bitch? absolutely. is it one of the only good things that came out of stillwater? absolutely.
at first, it was a motivator to get through the day. a symbol of her journey at stillwater, and now..
“pretty,” she whispers.
vi’s lips stretch into a wider smile as she follows your daughter’s gaze. tiny fingertips trace each cloud of smoke, soft and unmarred by the horrors both you and vi have had to withstand.
“yeah? pretty?”
“pretty, but..” she purses her lips, eyebrows furrowed like she’s trying to figure out the world’s biggest mystery- “no color?”
vi pauses for a second, and chuckles. by now, the little one has wiggled out of your grasp, your hands on your hips as you watch the scene unfold.
“no color.”
“why not?”
“..because there isn’t,” she says, slowly, eyes flickering to you as a silent plea for backup. you have to stifle a laugh, watching the little girl’s expression grow more puzzled by the second. “the person who did it didn’t have any colored ink, so we worked with black.”
“oh,” comes as your daughter’s response. flat, almost disappointed.
and it hits you.
“..should there be color, honey?” you murmur, to which she nods. vi’s smile hasn’t moved, but your daughter’s arms are by her side as she stands still, unsure of her next move.
she looks back at you, eyes wide, and your smile softens. she really should be in bed by now, yet how could you let her go to sleep unsatisfied like this?
you pat her shoulder, then lock eyes with your wife, a look that says ‘i’ve got this.’ you turn on your heel out of the bedroom and run to the living room, swiping aside coloring books and toys to get to your daughter’s bin of markers. all washable and nontoxic, seeing as she’s tried to imitate her mother’s tattoos on her own skin multiple times.
with the bin in tow, you make your way back to your room and by the little one’s side. sinking to sit on your knees beside her, you hold out the familiar markers, and watch her eyes go wide. vi chuckles again, gasping in faux awe as your daughter uncaps a pink marker.
“woah!” she giggles. “are you gonna make mama’s back all pretty?”
“yep!” the girl chirps. with a boost from you, she climbs up onto the bed and crawls forward to straddle vi’s back, immediately getting to work.
first, coloring the steam clouds in alternating colors. pink and blue, “for auntie jinx,” she says. her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth as she focuses, no doubt a habit she picked up from said auntie.
vi’s face angled in a way that she can see bits of her daughter out of the corner of her eye. her wrist working, her serious expression. she swears, the more time goes by, the more the little one looks like you. every now and again, her shoulders will shake as she tries not to laugh, and your daughter reprimands her.
“mama, stay still!”
“‘m sorry, baby,” she giggles. “that tickles.”
“stay still,” she huffs, to which both of you laugh. the girl switches out pink and blue for green once she moves to the gears. green, for the firelights that she sees so often when out in the lanes. for blank spaces between lines, a hotter pink than that of the clouds, for mama’s hair. as she works down toned arms, vi’s eyes find yours, her smile softening.
it’s been a hell of a day. it always is. but seeing your daughter’s creativity manifest into something so sweet is a moment neither of you want to let go of.
some of the ink goes outside of the lines. sometimes she goes outside of the lines deliberately to draw hearts and stars and smiley faces, giggling to herself at the sights.
“so? is it looking any better?”
“yeah!”
“yeah? can i have a look?”
“no! not yet, ‘m not done!”
vi scoffs, and your daughter laughs. just a little bit more is left- it’s every bit as messy and uncoordinated as all of her crayon drawings and just as unruly as her coloring books.
it’s a masterpiece.
“alright, just a little more, then you’re going to bed,” you ruffle the little one’s hair, and she scrunches up her nose.
a few more finishing flourishes, one last heart at the bottom of vi’s spine, before your daughter sits back and proudly declares that she’s finished.
as she climbs off of her mother, you give a soft smile, knowing you’re gonna have to bring an end to her fun. bedtime has more than passed.
your lips gently brush her little forehead as she scoots down from the bed.
“a masterpiece, if i say so myself,” you hum. she beams, and vi nods in agreement despite having not seen it herself.
with actual goodbyes exchanged this time, a firm hug from vi and a flurry of kisses from you, your daughter finally agrees to be led back to her bedroom so she can get her rest. your wife remains laid on her stomach, with you smiling over your shoulder as you take the little girl’s hand.
“i’ll come back once she’s in bed, take a picture, and show you,” you promise. “but i think she gave you a well-needed makeover.”
“‘well-needed’?” vi gasps, feigning offense. “it’s beautiful!”
“yeah, it’s beautiful because she colored it in,” you tease, and your wife’s eyes roll as you start tugging the little one down the hall. “i’ll be back, honey. love you.”
“love you more,” she murmurs, despite herself, knowing she's going to dread inevitably having to wash the new addition off.
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