Hello! I was wondering if I could request something with bbf!vi? The idea I had was that Vi, readers brother, and reader are all in readers house for the summer, and readers parents are on a trip or something. And readers a total tease to Vi anytime the two are alone in a room, knowing full well Vi has to control herself, until one night where readers brother is staying the night at his girlfriend's house (or bf's house, I'm not picky) and reader and Vi absolutely go at it. (Maybe with some rough smut, degradation, and praise if you want)
IDK if you're comfortable writing Omegaverse so if you're not disregard this, but I've been looking for an Omegaverse bbf!vi fic for ages and I've never found one so if you are able to work your magic and set this in an Omegaverse AU I will literally fall on my knees in worship 😭 (also then reader could be an omega and going into rut and forgot to take suppressants and is absolutely using it to tease Vi even more)
I think I'm going feral with this req but I'm gonna send it anyways, feel free to ignore it lmao
summary # vi quickly finds out summer's not the only thing that's heated after she's forced to stay in your guest room when her ac gives.
watch out # masterlist, senior!bbf!alpha!vi, senior!fem!omega!reader, title is boys by gabby start, reader has a brother, reader has both parents and they are away on a trip, summer, requested, rough smut, modern au, heat, omegaverse au, all characters are legal aka over or of eighteen years of age, nsfw, author's note — thanks for the request, and to be honest I'll write basically almost anything except literally illegal, inc*st, or p*do requests. also this is sloppy and as always not proofread but as that one girl said I didn't use ai and have a dream so take it.
may 6, 2026 in piltzaun, valoran.
your parents were gone for the week off chasing some second honeymoon dream, and vi had ended up staying at your place for the summer. something about her apartment, and your brother insisting it'd be normal for her to use the guest room since she'd spent nearly every night in it since you all were kids.
"normal." right.
maybe it would've been if it had been anybody else, but it wasn't and was vi.
there was that lazy smirk she always gave you, the way her tops always clung to her muscled body from sweat when it got hot out, how she ruffled your hair like you were still in middle school, and then your raging crush on her—so yes, very not normal.
you raised your eyebrows a little in satisfaction as you tasted the piña colada icee you'd picked up earlier that day, and turned when you heard the front door swing open then slam shut.
"hey, vi's staying for a few weeks. her ac's shot to hell and her place feels like an oven. trust me, I went," your brother said as he carried vi's bags and made his way upstairs.
she trailed behind him, t-shirt soaked from the heat and a pair of sneakers dangling from her fingers. she looked at you and grinned with her usual lopsided smile.
"hey kid."
your features formed a grimace in annoyance, and she laughed. you didn't.
you were not a kid anymore, but you'd prove that later. gosh, you hated her, from her powder blue eyes to her red, forever tussled hair.
meanwhile in reality, the truth was vi had you obsessed. she was confident without trying, deliciously ripped, tall, and handsome. oh, and she was everywhere.
when she wasn't on the porch, she was in the kitchen, when she wasn't in the kitchen, she was in the living room, and when she was in the living room, she was somehow under your skin.
from the day she'd arrived and onward, you started getting under hers. brushing past her more than necessary, watching her jaw flex when you leaned close to grab the remote, or listening to her breath hitch when you bent down to pick up something you didn't need to.
there'd been a few run-ins, a brush of tension in the kitchen, a look held too long, but nothing too dangerous. not while your brother was still around, that is.
"careful," she'd murmured when you'd reached across the kitchen counter in the shortest shorts you owned. "you keep doing shit like that and 'm gonna forget you're my best friend's little sister."
"we're literally the same age," you scoffed.
"still doesn't mean I should want you."
you pretended not to hear that part, grabbing whatever you'd came for and sauntering back upstairs with way more sway to your hips than necessary.
days then weeks passed, and your banter kept steady with them, then one friday your brother headed out. it was some lake bonfire thing with music, cheap beer, half your graduating class pretending not to miss each other already, and of course his girlfriend mel.
"you sure you don't wanna come?" he yelled from upstairs, the sound of his keys jingling loud as he made his way down.
"uhhh, no... I have everybody's number anyway. if they want me they'll find me." you lifted your head from the couch to look at him.
"'kay cool, 'ight vi," he made his way toward the door then turned to point at her, walking backwards to it, "keep her out of trouble."
"I got you man, she won't be a problem." she said without glancing up, leaning on the counter and immersed in her phone.
you looked between them with knitted brows then groaned as you settled back down on the couch.
"you guys always act like I'm younger than you."
"yeah, you are." your brother yelled and laughed as he walked out.
"fuck you, it's by one da—!"
then the door closed.
then you were alone.
vi didn't look at you straight away, but after a while she turned her head. her eyes narrowed as she breathed in, your scent getting stronger with every inhale.
you knew what she saw and smelled. the flush on your cheeks, the glint of sweat at your temple, the way your scent smelled way too strong and way too good.
"don't look at me like that," she said, voice tight and just loud enough to hear.
"like what? like I want something?" you asked innocently.
"exactly like that."
"and what if I do?" you tilted your head.
she didn't move. her eyes locked on yours, and the kitchen was illuminated enough that you could see the faint heavy rise and fall of her chest.
"you just got into heat, and you didn't take your suppressants." she said, almost pained.
"I noticed." you chuckled.
"I shouldn't be doing this." she said aloud. the corner of your mouth twitched as you tried to hold back a smile. funny, she was really trying to fight this.
"then don't." you sighed. "you can stop whenever you want, you know."
she made her way into the living room and stood in front of you, blocking your view of the tv.
"I was watching that..." you trailed off, obviously lying but trying to annoy her.
"no the fuck you weren't," she snapped as she watched you stand up and rub your eyes lazily.
you looked her up and down, unable to believe it was finally happening—that vi was finally all yours, even if just for a night.
"you smell so sweet right now. I can't think straight," she said, eyes glazed.
you pressed your palm flat against her stomach, felt the way her abs tensed under your touch.
"vi, don't think."
and so she didn't, leaning in to crash her lips with yours. her hands found their way to your waist, kneading your skin because she just couldn't help herself. she kissed you like she'd been holding back all summer, and maybe she had been.
you both stayed glued by the mouth while you made your way into the guest bedroom upstairs, stumbling over furniture until you finally made it into the bed.
"this is a bad idea." she said after breaking away for air, panting. you wanted to roll your eyes or make a smart remark, but right now all you cared about was her and having her now.
"I know, keep going," you whined, tugging at vi's shirt again.
she groaned against your mouth, scent spiking sharp and heady. you shuddered when she tore your underwear down your legs, the contrast of the cold air and her hot hands on your bare thighs making you shiver.
"you planned this, you—fuck—you've been driving me crazy," she muttered as she sucked your neck gently.
"you're right," you admitted before gasping when she left a bruise on your skin.
"you're such a fuckin' tease." she laughed.
"and you're obsessed, now help me? please?" you asked.
she hummed knowingly, not even needing you to say what for. "not yet, baby."
"I need you. please, vi. need you so bad," you let out a sob, frustration evident in your tone.
vi exhaled hard through her nose. her grip on your waist tightened, dragging your slick, burning body tighter against hers. you could feel her pressed against your ass. her dick was solid and straining against her sweats, twitching every time you rocked back.
"you think I don't want to? what, think it's not driving me insane not to just fuckin' use you?" she muttered, voice hoarse.
"do it," you cried.
"no. not unless you're sure," she said even though her hips were already bucking into you.
"I am sure! I need you, vi. please," your nails dug into her biceps, trembling.
she flipped you onto your back, shoved your thighs apart, and settled between them like she belonged there. her mouth was on your throat, her nose dragging over your scent gland, her hand gripping the base of herself through her sweats.
"we're not thinking straight, you're in heat. you'll say anything to get me to fix it," she growled against your skin, voice wrecked.
"vi, I've wanted you since the day we met. just fucking touch me," you snapped.
she let out a sharp breath, then placed her fingers between your legs and let them slip through the slick coating your thighs and dripping onto the sheets.
"oh, fuck, baby… I can smell it. you're begging for me even down here, huh?" she groaned deep in her chest. she was panting now. she was losing control.
you whimpered, hips rolling up toward her.
"please," you said one last time, desperate for anything, desperate for her to touch you, desperate to get used by her.
vi pulled back, and her hand moved to the waistband of her sweats.
"I told myself I wouldn't ever knot you. I told myself I'd be loyal and, and not betray yoir brother," she muttered more to herself than you.
"what if I want you to?" you stared up at her, eyes wide, lips parted.
her dark, dilated eyes snapped to yours, and her sweats hit the floor.
she didn't speak again, opting to line herself up instead. she wrapped one arm behind your back, and slid in slow.
you cried out, and vi moaned. she buried her face in your neck. she was stretching you out and it burned, but it burned so good.
"so tight, you're squeezing me. fuck, baby," she hissed.
you couldn't answer, fuck, you could barely breathe. every inch of her filled you in places you didn't even know existed.
she gave you a second to adjust, barely, before rocking her hips forward again and making you sob.
"you want me?" she breathed.
"yes, vi—yes—want you so bad—" you nodded frantically, clinging to her.
her rhythm faltered, and she bit down on your shoulder then started moving. she was slow at first, her cock grinding down into your heat like she had all night to fuck you.
"such a brat, not takin' your suppressants on purpose. stupid fuckin' bitch," she grunted as she moved in and out then in again.
her words went straight to your core and made you clench around her even tighter, and she laughed before cutting herself off with a moan as she felt the sensation.
"does this really turn you on? you're so disgusting, can't believe I'm even letting someone like, fuck, you bounce on my cock right now."
your eyes rolled back as she pumped into you even faster.
"fucking answer me." she sped up again.
"ye—s! yes! love you, you turn me on, love this fuckin' cock," you rambled out as she pounded into you.
the build was torturous and slow, and the second she'd angled her hips to hit that spot that sent you reeling, you finished.
vi held you through it, letting you ride the waves of pleasure out while she knotted you and shot thick, white ropes of cum into your cunt.
once you both calmed down she didn't pull out, keeping you locked tight to her chest while your bodies calmed. she rocked you gently, whispering sweet phrases and nothings into your hair.
alpha!vi x fem!omega!reader. reader purposely makes vi jealous and vi gets pissed off and gets really rough with the sex that night. (size kink, choking, gagging, restraint, biting, scratching, etc. 🤤)
unlucky... or lucky? ──── vi x fem!reader
warnings 𓇕 smut, ABO!au, alpha vi (g!p), omega reader, established relationship (mated), possessive vi, size kink, impact play (scratching, biting, slight choking), g!p in v (r receiving), tit play, overstimulation, biting, r is a brat
A rooftop bar — that’s where you currently are, sitting on a couch with the city sprawled out behind you like a painted backdrop. The night air is warm, laced with summer and a breeze that plays with the hem of your dress. Around you, the table buzzes with laughter — your friends caught in some chaotic story about a failed date and a very uncooperative bottle of wine. You're leaning forward slightly, elbow on the table, chiming in now and then between sips of something citrusy and cold.
Vi sits beside you, casually sprawled in that way she always is — confident, sharp-jawed, boots hooked under the bar stool rung. She doesn’t talk much, just smiles at the right moments, throwing in the occasional comment.
Her hand rests on your thigh, fingers warm, her palm heavy. It’s a small, steady pressure. You shift slightly, just to feel her grip tighten.
It’s been a good night so far — easy, light, full of music and heat. The band plays a mellow cover of something older, the brass shimmering through the chatter, the lights overhead casting everything in a soft gold.
But then a thought starts to bloom — slow and teasing, curling in the back of your mind like smoke.
A little idea that maybe the night could get a little more interesting. A cliche, basic idea. You turn back to the group with a laugh, playing innocent. But inside, your omega stirs, already purring with anticipation.
You turn to Vi, leaning in just close enough for your lips to brush the shell of her ear, voice soft and honey-sweet.
“I’ll be right back,” you murmur, deliberately letting your fingers trail along the back of her hand.
She gives a slight nod, the kind that says she’s relaxed — trusting. That she doesn’t expect trouble. Yet.
You slide off the stool, feeling her hand fall away, and make your way toward the bar. Perfect.
The bartender’s busy, but someone a few stools over glances your way — tall, clean-cut, smiling a little too quickly when you settle beside them. You don’t sit close, but you do lean on the bar, letting the neckline of your dress dip just enough to catch the light.
You chat. Harmlessly. Casually. They ask what you’re drinking. You laugh at something they say, too loud, too bright. And you make sure it carries. Not obnoxious, not fake. Just enough.
You can feel Vi watching. You haven’t looked yet, but her gaze burns hotter than the whiskey in your glass. Still, you keep talking, letting the conversation drift, fingers toying with your straw, letting your body tilt just enough to look inviting, but not available.
It’s all in fun. Just a little button-pushing. A game.
But before they reach out and their fingers brush the curve of your hip, pushing it. The moment their hand hovers before contact, the heat behind you shifts. You watch as the interest fades from their eyes, and you feel the way your heart rate picks up. You feel how the air leaves your lungs when Vi’s hand slides up your front and takes full possession of you, palming your tit with unapologetic pressure — her touch firm, claiming, not meant to tease but to warn. Not for you — for anyone watching.
The stranger stiffens, eyes flicking between you and the Alpha now draped over your back. Your heart’s racing. Your omega is humming, drunk on the surge of power behind you. Heat curls low in your belly, twisting sweet and slow.
“You thought that was cute?” Vi murmurs near your ear.
Her palm flexes once, just enough to make your breath hitch.
“Didn’t let them touch me,” you whisper back, tone playful, but your voice is thinner now — shakier, with need.
“Didn’t have to,” she says, voice dropping even lower. “You walked away from me, put yourself on display. Let them look. That’s enough.”
She presses her hips into you from behind, subtly — a warning grind, a quiet threat. You’re acutely aware of how little space is between you and the bar, between her and your bare skin.
“And I marked you,” she goes on, her lips grazing your cheek. “But I was too nice, wasn’t I? Somewhere only I can see. Thought I was being respectful.”
She laughs once — dry and humorless.
“Now look what that got me.”
You let out a soft exhale, your pulse pounding in your throat.
"Vi..."
Her name slips from your lips, barely more than a breath. She doesn’t give you time to say anything else.
Her voice low and dark against your jaw. “Want to pretend like you need me to remind you? Is that what you want... for me to stop being nice and handle you?
You don’t speak. You just nod, slow and deliberate, the pulse in your throat betraying you.
That’s all she needs before she slides a cash tip on the counter, "close her tab.”
Every now and then, it slips your mind just how rough she can get—you’re so used to her gentle dominance that the sudden edge catches you off guard every time. From how she would touch you like you're fragile as you climb a ladder, to now how she shoves you against the wall.
Her lips taking your breath away, melting you into nothing. Her scent filling your senses does nothing but push you into insanity. Your hands in her hair, tugging as she bites into the curve of your neck. The hallway filled with nothing but the airy sounds between the two of you and a ticking clock. She slides both straps to your dress off, your naked body now sliding against the warmth of hers.
A blink later and you find yourself laid back on the bed, eyes lidded and on her as she strips down to nothing. You swallow hard as Vi’s fingers popped the button of her pants, the zipper dragging down with a slow, teasing rasp.
Her cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. You bit her lip, your thighs squeezing together as a fresh wave of arousal pulsed through you.
She was naked now, every inch of her on display—broad shoulders, the defined lines of her abs, the powerful thighs, and between them, her cock, jutting out proudly, veined and leaking, the sight of it making her mouth water.
You reached for her without thinking, your body aching to be touched. “Vi, alpha... please—!” you whine, your voice cracking.
Vi’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes dark with amusement and something far more predatory. “Uh-uh,” she tsked, catching your wrists in one hand, pressing them above your head. “These are going away.” She leaned down, her breath hot against your ear as she murmured, “You're expecting too much."
A shiver ran down your spine as Vi released you just long enough to grab something from the nightstand—a length of rough, coiled rope. Your pulse spiked, breath hitching as Vi wrapped it around your wrists, binding them together with practiced ease, the fibers biting into your skin. Her hands sliding up your highs, pushing them apart.
You whimpered as Vi’s fingers trailed higher, brushing against your damp heat, panties already soaked through. Vi’s touch was maddening—teasing, light, just enough to make your hips jerk up, chasing more. “Vi—fuck—” you gasped, bound wrists twisting against the sheets. “Need—I need...”
“I know what you need,” Vi cut in, her voice a dark chuckle. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs, tossing them aside.
The cool air hit your exposed pussy, folds glistening, clit throbbing. Vi’s gaze dropped between your thighs. “Look at this pretty little cunt,” she murmured, her fingers tracing your slit, collecting the wetness there. “Already dripping for me. Not suprised.”
You cried out as Vi’s fingers pushed inside her without warning, two thick digits stretching her open, curling against her front wall. Your back arched off the bed, bound hands clenching into fists. “Oh god—Vi—” you sobbed, thighs trembling. Vi’s thumb found your clit, pressing down in slow, deliberate circles, getting you bothered just to pull away.
“Gonna take my dick so well,” Vi growled, her free hand wrapping around her own length, stroking herself lazily. “Gonna choke on it, gonna let me fuck this tight little hole until you can’t walk straight.” She pulled her fingers free with a wet sound, bringing them to her mouth, licking them clean with a groan. “Taste how fucking wet you are for me.”
You were babbling, words dissolving into broken pleas as Vi crawled over her, the weight of her body pressing you into the mattress. The head of Vi’s cock dragged through your folds, coating itself in your arousal, the thickness of it making you whimper. “Wait—wait, I don’t know if I can without—”
Vi’s hand snapped out, gripping your throat, not tight enough to cut off her air, but enough to make you gasp, eyes widening. “You’ll take it,” Vi said, her voice a dark promise.
She didn’t give you time to respond before she was pushing inside, the broad head of her cock stretching you open, burning devilishly as it slid past your soaked entrance.
Your back bowing, bound hands flying up as if you could push at Vi, but there was no escape. Vi sank deeper, her hips pressing flush against yours. “Fuck—fuck—” you sobbed, your vision swimming, cunt clenching around the intrusion.
Vi’s grip on your throat tightened, her thumb brushing your pulse point as she began to move, her cock dragging out slowly before pushing back in.
You was gagging, mouth open in silent screams, body sliding against the sheets with the force of Vi’s movements. Vi’s hand on your throat was unrelenting, her grip punishing as she fucked into you, her dick hitting places inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“Feel how you're clenching around me?” Vi husks her breath hot against your ear. “Hear how wet you are? And you wanted to try and beg for another touch?"
Her hands wrap around your thighs, nails dragging red welts down as she tugs them around her waist.
“No—” you choked out, voice raw, body trembling. “Yours—only yours—I didnt..."
“Shut the hell up." Vi finally pulled out, her cock glistening with their combined arousal. You was left gasping, body spent, your thighs slick. Vi’s hands were on you again, flipping you onto your stomach, yanking you onto your knees. Your hands tied behind your back, leaving you so pressed against the warm sheets under you.
You whimpered as Vi’s cock pressed against you again. You felt the thick head of Vi’s cock pushing against you again. You buried your face into the sheets, bound hands clenching as Vi worked herself inside, inch by inch, her cock filling you in a way that made you feel her in another at this angle.
Vi’s hands gripped your hips, her fingers digging into the flesh as she began to move again, her cock sliding in and out of you with slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers trailing over the your mark, smiling at the shudders that wrack your body.
You could only sob in response, body trembling, your orgasm crashing over as Vi’s cock hit that perfect spot inside you. You came with a broken cry into the mattress, pussy clenching around her.
Vi collapsed over you, her body heavy, her breath hot against the back of your neck. Her weight sank into you like gravity, steady and anchoring — and before you realized it, your muscles softened beneath her, giving in.
She noticed the way you begun to relax. A low, breathless laugh rumbled in her chest, curling against your spine like smoke.
“You think we’re done?” she murmured, her voice rough velvet against your skin. Before you could respond, her hands were already in motion — fingers curling around your hips, adjusting you yet again.
notes ──── thanks sm for reading! and thanks to whoever suggested this, I hope this was good :)
