Vi who watches one TikTok of a girl complaining that she’ll never get to have her dick sucked and it absolutely changes her life. If we’re being completely honest Vi’s always had a little bit of a thing with your mouth, but she can’t help it. And this has just made it so much worse
So much worse infact that when she gets horny and you’re away, she watches strap sucking videos specifically so she can imagine what you’d look like on your knees taking her. And how heavenly your already magnificent mouth could feel.
And she tries to keep it together, she does. But she’s been extra feral and it’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something’s causing it. Her already crumpling composure all comes toppling down when she goes to show you a fight video she had saved on twitter and it instead opens up to a girl throat fucking her girlfriend with a strap.
It’s dead silent as you piece together what’s really been making her crazy. And she is staring at her phone, she turned it off and chucked it , in abject horror. Not for long though of course.
“Did you wanna try that” She’s gonna cream her pants.
And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.
Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.
But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.
“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”
A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.
“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.
“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.
Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.
And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.
“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.
“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.
“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.
“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.
“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”
“Alright.”
“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.
“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”
“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”
And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.
“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .
It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.
“Too rough?”
“Never”
“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.
“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”
I love your writing! I havent been able to get into new fanfic since clexa so thank you for that. Prompt idea: What is Damie's first interaction the morning after? Dani had to go get Flora ofc but does she get back before Jamie leaves her room? Do they tiptoe around Owen and Hannah in the kitchen but still steal a moment and a morning kiss?
this was fun. i could have written more! but i was worried i wouldn’t shut up and this would end up so much longer (though that might not have been a bad thing). i hope you like this though!
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It’s something, really, to wake to the sight of Jamie’s curly, bed-ruffled hair, the elegant line of her shoulder in the thin, anemic morning light. At some point in the night, she’d gotten up to go to the bathroom and Jamie rolled over onto her as soon as she was back in the bed, throwing her warm limbs over Dani’s body and tucking into her like they’d spent hundreds of nights sleeping side-by-side already. Like it wasn’t new and alien and absolutely monumental.
Dani is in bed with a woman. A woman she very much likes—who seems to like her back—who she’s kissed and touched and felt move beneath her. Her stomach does this...thing at the memory of it—the sounds Jamie made, the way her lips and hands felt all over her body. Part of her wants to scoot closer, do more than just arm around her waist—over the covers—but she’s still afraid of what will happen when Jamie wakes up. The last thing she wants to do is freak her out by being too forward.
She pulls away and goes to get up, just to go into the bathroom and maybe brush her teeth to try and remedy her morning breath. Her bra is on the floor where Jamie flung it last night and she pulls it on, going to her dresser and pulling out clean underwear and a shirt. A pair of jeans. A sweater.
There are marks up and down her ribs, the size of Jamie’s mouth and still red. Her heart feels like it might drum out of her chest if she lets herself think about that too much, but that’s okay because then there’s Flora out the window.
Flora sleepwalking and Flora scaring her and Dani runs faster than she’s ever run before, closing her bedroom door behind herself as she goes. Flora wakes in her arms. Comes back into herself. Doesn’t have an answer for any of Dani’s questions and isn’t that worrying?
She’ll have to call Henry again.
By the time she’s got Flora back in bed—tucked in safe and sound for the time being—and gotten back to her room, Jamie is awake. Sitting up in bed with the sheets tucked around herself. She looks lost in thought until the door shuts behind Dani and then her expression floods with relief as their eyes meet.
“Hey,” Dani greets. “You’re up.”
Jamie looks her over, eyebrow quirked. “So are you. Dressed, too.”
Dropping her gaze to inspect her own outfit, Dani gives a stuttering explanation that sounds sort of like, “Flora was sleepwalking again. I went out and got her. She’s okay.”
When she’s finished, Jamie is looking down at her hands, knees pulled up under the covers so they’re close to her chest, closing her off from the rest of the world. “Here I thought you ran off because you were freaking out or somethin’.”
Dani frowns. Begins drifting over towards the bed until she’s sitting on its edge, closer now. “Why would I freak out?” she asks, scared of the answer.
“Well,” Jamie says, finally looking up again. “Have a think.”
Dani looks away, remembering the way Jamie kissed her when she admitted that. Said something along the lines of, “Let me take care of you.”
Jamie’s cheeks are bright pink as she nods, bites her lip, says, “Yeah. I’m great. Just...y’know. Living the dream.”
Oh.
That’s when Dani remembers that Jamie is still naked beneath her sheets. In her bed. Where they had sex last night. More than once.
Holy crap.
No wonder the air between them feels so heavy.
“I didn’t...I didn’t run off,” Dani says. “I wouldn’t have. I...I know we didn’t really talk about it last night, but…” Fear grips Dani’s lungs tight, making the next breath hard, but she forces herself to continue. “I don’t want this to be a...a one-time thing...I want—”
The timidity, the worry that had been etching lines in Jamie’s forehead, immediately melt away. A smile blooms across her pretty, pink lips as she says, “Me, too.” A pause. “I...Can I kiss you? Would that be…?”
Dani traces Jamie’s face with her eyes, the mouth-shaped bruise on her neck that she put there. She wants to reach out and touch Jamie again. Beg to be touched in return. Instead, she nods. Says a simple, “Please,” and then Jamie is leaning forward—gorgeous and ruffled and still tired—and Dani does the same, meeting her halfway.
Jamie kisses her, lips softer than Dani remembers them being and she’s so surprised that it takes her a moment to remember that kissing isn’t usually a static act. She kisses Jamie back, reaching out to cup the base of her skull with her hand and pull her closer. It’s a slow kiss. Easy. Practiced. The kind of kiss two people share when they’ve begun to figure out what the other likes.
The familiarity that they already have with one another alone is almost enough to make Dani cry.
Jamie’s knees bump into her own, and then Jamie’s tongue is flicking into her mouth and Dani is making this embarrassing noise and then—
Footsteps. Little ones. Scurrying down the hall.
Dani pulls away. “The kids,” she whispers and Jamie nods, eyes still closed.
“Right,” she says. “Right.”
“I should…”
“Definitely.”
They stare at one another, neither quite willing to pull away yet.
“You know...Hannah is always up by now. She could...handle them for a few minutes. Just so I can...shower and everything,” Dani says, and Jamie must pick up on her meaning because she’s flushed now, all the way down her pale chest, and she’s nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, she can…She’s probably doing that as we speak.”
Dani frowns. Tries to gather her courage before saying, “Would you want to...join me?”
Jamie’s expression is one of fond amusement. Dani likes her so very much it feels like she could pass out from it.
Instead, she gets to her feet, shifting her weight back and forth nervously as she waits. There’s a huge part of her that is still terrified at the possibility that she’s overthinking this. That—despite their conversation the night before and everything else—someone like Jamie could never want her back.
But—
“Poppins,” Jamie begins, “that a serious offer?”
Dani nods. Resolute. “Y-yes,” she says, only a bit of stumble.
A grin. Her favorite kind—the one that lights Jamie’s eyes up, makes her whole face glow. The kind that makes Dani feel like she’s dying just the tiniest bit inside.
“Then,” Jamie says. She pauses a moment, looks over at the door to Dani’s bathroom. “Race ya’ there.”
In a flash, she’s up and off, darting across the short space and disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Dani to wonder how—despite everything—she could ever want for more than she has at this moment.
She doesn’t wonder long; she hears the shower turn on and the curtain being pulled back and she doesn’t let herself waste one more second.
