Vi and her giggly girlfriend! 18+ mdni
This is what nights are for.
You think, watching your bra lie fallen over the back of Violet’s bedroom chair, tangled with her work shirt, the flowered socks she wears because you bought them for her, and the dress you tore off yourself a while ago. Your ass sinks into Vi’s tense thighs, her open, strong leg holds you, corners you, and the sticky sweat of her ripped jeans almost presses the texture of the seam into the backs of your knees. Your back arches toward her.
It’s been almost twenty minutes since Vi kissed you for the first time tonight. It was, as always, a direct kiss with no nuance, the kind that doesn’t give you time to close your eyes before the impact. And even though at first you only wanted her to hold you, to let you rest your head on her shoulder and watch one more episode of that show, you knew your girlfriend wasn’t going to leave it at that. She never can. If it were up to Vi, life would be one long chain of kisses, bites, hands on tits, and fucking, fucking, fucking.
But when she catches your mouth, when her tongue pushes into you and barely bites your lip, you can’t resist. Never. You start by returning the kiss softly, but soon it slips out of your hands and you end up chasing her tongue, pulling her loose hair, pressing yourself closer to her heat, until Vi growls, satisfied, and tightens you with a boxer’s arm behind your waist. You feel her ribs defined under the tank top, her other hand sliding up and down the curve of your back until it slips between your ass, rubbing you against her in a way that isn’t exactly subtle.
The thing is, every time Vi kisses you like that, you get a fit of laughter, and the idiot knows it. You get nervous, your mouth trembles, and as soon as you start laughing, Vi gets mock-annoyed and bites your neck to shut you up.
“What’s wrong with you now?” she says through her teeth, her voice hoarse and damp in your ear. “Am I that funny or what?”
But all you can do is hide your face in her neck, trying to swallow the laughter while she shakes you a little on her leg.
“Don’t look at me like that!” you blurt out, half-choking, your cheek resting on Vi’s hard collarbone. “It’s just—you tickle me.”
Vi leans in and bites your earlobe, slow, just enough to make it burn.
“Where do I tickle you?” she asks, sarcastic, sliding her hand between your thigh and hers, her palm covering your whole ass. “Here? Or here?”
The pressure of her fingers forces your legs wider, and you feel the immediate heat at the center of your cunt, which had already given in a while ago but now pulses and soaks the cotton of your panties. Vi feels it, of course, and points it out with another satisfied growl.
“You’re soaking wet and still laughing,” she says, biting your jaw. “Didn’t they tell you that gets cured by fucking?”
“No,” you answer, in a stupid voice. “I just found out.”
Vi grabs your cheeks and kisses you so hard she smashes your teeth against hers. Her lips are rough, insistent, but her tongue licks from your gums to your palate like she wants to taste all of you. Her hands, always big, go from your face to your neck, from your neck to your back, and by the time you rest yours on her shoulders, you don’t have the strength to push her away. Vi could break you if she wanted, you think, but she just holds you, just keeps you in her lap, pressed to her until you run out of air and pull away with another burst of laughter.
Vi stops, her face inches from yours, staring so hard you have to look away.
“What’s wrong with you?” she repeats, but now serious. “You don’t want this? You really don’t want it?”
You feel the discomfort fluttering in your chest. You don’t know if it’s guilt or embarrassment or that stupid nervousness you get when you feel like someone loves you too much.
“I do,” you confess, covering your mouth with your hand, still dying with laughter. “But it just… I don’t know, it makes me laugh. You make me nervous, Violet. Always.”
Vi frowns, but her mouth curves into a small smile.
“Why do I make you nervous? You’ve seen all this before,” she says, gesturing to herself, shifting her torso to jostle you in her lap. The movement makes you slide over her thigh, and the friction sends a shiver of pleasure through you, so sudden you let out a small moan.
She catches it immediately. “See? Not so bad.” She pinches your ass. “Then don’t laugh. Moan like normal people.”
You shove her back with both hands, but she catches your wrists and twists your arms behind your back, pulling you toward her so your tits press tight against her chest. The brush of your hard nipples against her makes you shudder. You feel Vi’s heat seeping through every inch of bare skin. She bites you again, now at your collarbone, and trails kisses in a straight line down to the swell of your breast.
Your breathing starts to change, coming out in jerks, broken by pleasure and embarrassment. But Vi isn’t teasing anymore, now she’s serious, focused, like eating you is a matter of life and death. She lets go of your wrists and in one smooth move pulls your panties down, rolling them to mid-thigh. The cold air on your wet cunt makes you shiver, but what really leaves you speechless is the way Vi opens you with her fingers, slow, methodical, like she’s been waiting all day. Her fingers explore your fold, part your lips, and you feel her wet fingertips sliding over you, touching only outside at first and then, with a couple soft thrusts, slipping in and out of your hole with almost insulting ease.
“Does this make you laugh too?” she asks, and pushes two fingers in without warning.
The sensation splits you in two. You cry out, involuntarily, and Vi covers your mouth with her free hand.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it,” she whispers, pressed to your ear. “Quiet, I don’t want the neighbor coming to gossip.”
You can’t even breathe, much less talk. Vi’s thumb circles your clit while, at the same time, the fingers inside move back and forth, hitting exactly where it feels best. Sweat slides down your back, your legs go numb, your heart is in your throat, your head spins.
When you think you’re about to lose control, you let go and the laughter comes back, but now mixed with moans and broken words:
“Vi, wait… ah, wait. You’re gonna kill me.”
But Vi loves seeing you like this. She’s told you before, but now you see it on her face: the pride, in the way she pushes you harder against her fingers, in how she licks the sweat from your cheek and whispers filthy things in your ear.
“You love it,” she repeats. “Don’t you love it?”
You have no choice but to nod. And when Vi lowers her head and takes one of your nipples fully into her mouth, sucking until it’s red and wet, you lose what little control you had left. You convulse, and with the last thread of your voice you let out a choked laugh that turns into a cry. Your whole body trembles over Vi’s leg, you feel the orgasm rush in waves, soaking the fingers inside you and the hand that won’t let you go.
Vi waits for you to finish. She lets you rest your forehead on her shoulder and strokes your back with long, slow movements, like she knows exactly what to do to keep you from falling apart completely.
“See? You liked it,” she says, softer now, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t play hard to get, I know you.”
You feel a warm sweetness in your chest, and the laughter that was nervous before now comes out loose, happy, like your whole body just gave in.
You cling to Vi and kiss her, no laughter this time. She holds the back of your neck, takes a deep breath, and says, in the most ridiculous tone possible:
“You wanna go to sleep now, or are you gonna let me keep fucking you?”
The laugh bursts out loud this time. You know Vi is joking, but you also know she could, if you wanted, spend the whole night like this.
“Let me rest a little longer,” you say, settling in her lap, your face buried in her neck. “Then it’s my turn.”
And when you cover her in kisses, when you pull down her pants and have her open under your tongue, you know that’s exactly where you want to be.
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