Loser!Vi who trips and stumbles when she sees half naked reader (like on a beach in a swimming suit or after shower wrapped in a towel) <3 I just know she’d be a mess
This took too long to write I’m sorry
WC: 500
You and Vi hadn’t been together for long, only a few months. Yet, it was the best months of her life. She felt secure, and loved. Granted it was probably too early to say that but she didn’t care.
She felt as if you were the one.
Vi was currently heading up to your apartment to pick you up for a date. You had texted her to come inside and just wait but you were nowhere to be seen. So she decided to explore what she could, looking at your framed photos or picking up a few knickknacks you had; she was just learning more about you.
The next door she opened happened to have a surprise on the other side. You had a bra on but you were otherwise shirtless. While you were a little confused at the sudden intrusion, you weren’t alarmed.
Vi was heavy footed, you heard her coming down the hall.
”Oh, shit!” Vi said, immediately covering her eyes. It hadn’t been for long, less than five seconds. But in those seconds, she had the perfect view of your cleavage and that image was burned into her mind. “Shit—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, honest! I was looking for the bathroom,” she lied.
”…other side of the hall, Vi.”
Vi could feel her cheeks becoming warm at the sound of your voice. “Right, yeah.” She reached for the door, only for her to accidentally slam it on her foot when she attempted to close it. “Ow—fuck, sorry.”
When you were finally alone, you couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Dork.”
Or alternatively, if you were the one that got flashed by Vi:
You decided to facetime Vi. You knew she got out of the gym only thirty minutes ago and figured she would’ve picked up an appetite after her workout.
The phone only rang for a few seconds before Vi picked up, a large smile on her face. Her hair was wet, a sign that she just got out of the shower, and a pair of sweats hung low on her waist showing the band of her boxers. Your eyes were glued on something else.
Her bare chest and pert nipples, standing at full attention. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen her tits but you have always acted like it was the first. It didn’t help that you could see the dark ink of her tattoo every time she moved.
Damn.
”Hey, babe,” she called after leaning her phone on the counter to fix her hair. “What’s up?”
You couldn’t answer. You now had a full view of her entire torso; the way her arms flexed with every movement and her stomach…fuck, stay focused.
”Uh, baby?”
Vi’s voice finally broke you out of the trance she unknowingly placed you in. She was now closer to the phone, looking over your face. “You okay?”
You couldn’t help but huff at her. “Cover them up, slut, so we can grab some food.”
”What the—“
