strap usage (v receiving), cursing, ass slapping (once) sub!vi, teasing, praise, squirting, dumbification?? men dni !!
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Honestly it was a surprise how you’d convinced her. This wasn’t really her thing. Sure she’d taken the strap before. Once or twice. But not like this. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
She was on the bed, plump ass right up in the air. Her cunt was dripping. She was eager, though she wouldn’t admit it. It was different— her not necessarily being in charger and all. But you were just eating this up. “You sure you’re ready? Don’t want me to finger you some more?” You coo, hand coming to grab at the fat of her ass. Vi exhaled, trying to sound less desperate then she felt.
“I’m fine. I’ve taken it’s before.” She mumbled. “Just— can you just put it in? Please.”
You grin at her words. Good manners really. You grab the base of the silicone, guiding it up to her dripping hole. You saw her push back into it slightly. God, she was truly desperate. She was so wet too, you knew you would just slide in with ease.
You entered the tip, watching it disappear in her needy cunt. Vi almost visibly relax. With no sign of pain or protest, you push your hips forward pushing in the rest of the strap. Slowly, you let her feel it. Vi couldn’t help the whines that escaped her lips. Her face falls more into the pillow.
“Taking it so nice, Vi. Truly baby.” You praise. You pull back, pushing in again. Vi let out a whiny cry. Already growing overwhelmed.
Soon, the squelching sound of her soaking pussy and the slapping of skin meeting skin filled the room. Vi’s words of pleas and curses filled with room as well. “Jeez, Vi. You should see yourself.” You couldn’t help but tease her. Mean ole Vi, reduced to whines and pleas. Vi couldn’t even comprehend your words, she was on cloud nine. Mouth agape, moans escaping her lips, saliva that she couldn’t bother to wipe leaking from the corner of her mouth. “Ah— fuck! fuck!” She whines, desperately.
You watched the way she took it, the way her ass rippled with every thrust. You loved her tits, you did. But her ass was a different story. The fat muscle always stuffed in her jeans. You couldn’t help yourself. The smack made Violet yelp. Your hand connecting with her cheek. The pale skin turning red, forming the print of a hand mark.
She lasted all but a few minutes after that, her orgasm approached rapidly. She didn’t even really realize it. She let out a pleasure filled cry, body trembling. Her orgasm but he like a freight train. She whined when a violent spurt of liquid shot from her. Her mouth stuck agape. Curses fell from her lips when she came down, a trembling mess.
18+ only // men dni. cw: booby obsessed vi ;; nipple play;; oral fixation… requested
summary: you recently got your nipples pierced and your girlfriend, vi, is obsessed.
you’d barely been home a week with the new piercings and vi was already driving you crazy.
“you’re not wearing a bra, right?” she asked for maybe the third time today, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching you get ready for bed like a hawk. her grin was sharp, hungry, her eyes flicking down to your chest every time you moved.
“vi, i’m literally just in my own house,” you sighed, tugging your shirt down. “what do you think?”
she didn’t answer. she just crossed the room in two long strides, hands already slipping under the hem of your shirt. the rough pads of her thumbs brushed the cool metal, and you shivered. her grin softened into something wicked.
“fuck,” she whispered, tilting her head. “they’re still so new. looks so damn good, baby. like —” her mouth was already on your neck, hot and impatient, “— like you got them just for me.”
“maybe i did,” you teased, but the words came out shaky because she’d already pushed you back onto the bed.
you hit the mattress with a laugh that cut off into a gasp when she yanked your shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere without looking.
“jesus christ,” she breathed, staring at you like you were art, like she hadn’t been staring all week. “can’t believe you did this and thought i’d ever be normal about it again.”
she ducked her head before you could answer, sucking one pierced nipple into her mouth. the sting of pressure and the warmth of her tongue had your back arching instantly. vi groaned like she was the one getting spoiled.
“fuck vi— ”
she hummed against you, lips wrapped tight around the metal, flicking the stud with her tongue just to hear your little whine. her hand came up to knead your other breast, her thumb circling lazily around the piercing before pinching just enough to make your hips jerk.
she pulled back with a wet pop, smirking up at you, cheeks flushed. “y’know what’s crazy? i used to think i loved your tits before. and now i’m obsessed. actually obsessed. i wanna die with these in my mouth.”
you laughed breathlessly, threading your fingers into her short hair, tugging her back down. “then shut up and do it.”
and she did. happily.
her mouth moved between your nipples like she was starving, sloppy and possessive, sucking until your skin glistened. every time the piercings caught against her teeth, you gasped, and every time, she moaned like it was her new favourite sound.
by the time her hand slipped into your shorts, you were already shaking, nipples sore, wet and sensitive, her mouth still claiming you even as she rubbed between your thighs like she’d been waiting for this moment all day.
“that’s it, babe,” she murmured against your chest, words hot and muffled, “take it f’me. lemme worship you.”
her mouth never left your chest, not even when her hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts and into your panties. vi’s fingers were rough from years of fighting, but the way she touched you was reverent, like she’d been craving this exact moment ever since you came home with those studs.
she groaned when her tongue flicked over the cool metal again, the vibration shooting through you. “fuck, you’re already so wet,” she muttered against your nipple, her breath hot, her fingers sliding through your folds and coming back sticky. “all i did was suck your pretty tits, and you’re dripping for me.”
you tried to answer, but the words tangled into a moan when she pushed two fingers inside you without warning.
your back arched off the bed, shoving your chest harder against her mouth, and vi ate it up. she sucked your pierced nipple back between her lips, groaning like she couldn’t get enough, her hand pumping between your thighs, fast, filthy and desperate. squelch squelch squelch.
“fuck yeah, squeeze me,” she mumbled, teeth grazing lightly over the barbell before soothing the sting with her tongue. “god, i love these. love how they make you sound.”
her palm pressed down against your clit with every thrust, dragging another cry from you. vi moaned at the sound, fingers curling deep, hitting that spot inside you like she’d mapped your body from day one.
she didn’t even look up — didn’t want to. she wanted your chest in her mouth, your tits filling her hands, your piercings tugging against her tongue while she made you fall apart under her.
you tangled your fingers in her pretty red hair, tugging, and vi just groaned harder, fucking you faster.
“that’s it, baby,” she breathed against your nipple, slick noises filling the room, “come for me, come while i’m sucking on these perfect tits.”
you did. hard. your thighs clenched around her arm, hips jerking, chest arching against her mouth as you cried out her name. vi moaned into your skin, like she could taste your orgasm through the way you trembled and soaked her hand.
she didn’t stop. not right away. her mouth stayed latched to you, sucking slow and greedy as her fingers kept working, drawing every last shudder out of you until you were a mess beneath her.
finally, she pulled back, lips swollen and wet, chin shiny. she looked at your chest like she was possessed.
“holy shit,” she panted, grinning. “i told you, these piercings are gonna ruin me. i’m never letting your tits go again.”
and to prove it, she bent down and wrapped her mouth around you all over again.
summary: you and Vi are married, and lately she's been oddly whiny and all over you...
tags: 18+ mdni, men dni. nsfw! dom!reader, down bad sub!vi, scar mentions, hard fingering, eating pussy ˗★˗
wc: 3.8k
notes: hii first time writing so sorry if this is a little sloppy lmao, this is smut with no plot and english isn't my first language so i might get some terms wrong. anyways hope you guys enjoy!
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You loved Vi with all your heart.
Ever since the war been between Zaun and Piltover came to an end, you two have been living peacefully. You both had scars on your body, reminders of what you both had been through.
Lately she's been a lot clingier. Asking you for a kiss before bed, hugging your waist from behind while you're cooking and staying glued to you for ungodly amounts of time, insisting on showering together with you, nuzzling her face agaisnt your thighs and kissing them while she looks at you with those needy puppy eyes. That's her favorite.
Eventually you figured out why. During the night, you were often woken up by whimpers and needy whines, looking over at your wife to see her mumbling in her sleep, sounding like she's getting fucked out of her mind, whining your name...
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"vi, i'm trying to read." you say, tucking your hair behind your ear to look down at your wife, who's once again laying her head down on your lap and kissing your thighs.
"hmm..." she hums in a needy voice agaisnt them, wanting to bury her face between and never pull away.
"again?..." you can't help but raise an eyebrow, your wife letting out a whine, grabbing your legs tightly. of course, you love Vi and want to be close to her, but it's gotten to the point where she doesn't have her hands off of you for atleast five seconds.
For the next 30 minutes you continue trying to read, trying to change positions to lay comfortably in your king-sized bed. However, as needy as she is, Vi keeps clamming onto you, making you a sweaty mess.
Your final straw is when she huffs agaisnt your ear, trying to envelop all of your body in her arms blabbering about whatever, crushing your book's pages in the process, at the most interesting part of the plot.
"f-fuck baby, please! mh!" vi whines, head layed back on the pillows, gripping the sheets so hard they could rip.
you plunge your tongue deeper inside her, over and over again, holding her strong thighs far apart and kissing, sucking, doing whatever you can to torture that needy, wet, puffy pussy of hers.
her wetness drips down your chin slowly, making you hum in satisfaction. you decide to take some pity for her, giving some attention to her sensitive clit.
"a-ah! FUCK!" she yells, bucking her hips to feel your tongue sucking on her pussy again.
"hold still." you mumble agaisnt her pussy with a frown, holding her hips down as you continue eating her out, giving the pleasure she so desperately needs.
"please baby i'm gonna cum, c-can i come? please please please please... mmh~!" she tries to rub your her hips roughly agaisnt your tongue again, to no avail.
Unfortunately for her and her glistening pussy, you pull away, resting your face on her muscular thigh, an innocent, faint smile on your face despite what you've been doing to her. "aw baby, already?" you can't help but grin as she whines in frustration, her voice already hoarse.
you press two fingers agaisnt her pussy, mking her let out a whimpery moan, slightly entering her but then pulling out your index and middle finger again. "aw your pussy's so wet... so fucking wet baby, your mess is all over the sheets, fuck..."
"please baby, put them in... i need you..." she looks down, lolling her head to the side after.
"hm yeah? you need these fingers inside your pussy? want me to make you feel good? like those fucking wet dreams you've been having about me?"
Vi's eyes widen at your words, looking into your eyes in embarassment. "what? h-how'd you-"
Before she can finish her sentence you plunge your two digits deep inside her, ripping out a loud moan from your pretty wife. You groan in satisfaction at the sight, biting your bottom lip, pumping your fingers again and again, her juices flying everywhere as she rolls her eyes to the back of her head.
"of fuck, look at that! if i didn't know any better i'd say we're at the goddamn brothel." you tease, letting out hearty chuckles. "how about a third one hm? you're wet enough already" you, plunging your ring finger into her aswell.
"A-AH! Fuck, don't stop don't stop! yes baby! gonna come! m' gonna come!" Vi yells, squirming as your fingers are punishing her, more needy for you than ever.
A few more thrusts and she finishes on your three fingers, letting out a loud, whiny moan as she comes. You of course take the chance to suck up all of her fluids, not stopping as your tongue works between her thighs again, making her body convulse in sensitivity and pleasure.
"mm so good, you're so good for me baby..." you mumble agaisnt her, making her come again from those words alone as your eyes widen.
scissoring with sub!vi—it's literally all over the screen. this is likely not coherent at all i can barely think ok wrote this in like 10 mins just had to get it outta my system GOOD QUALITY SHITS COMING SOON n all that jazz
every rough snap of your hips makes vi cry out louder.
you'd been on top of her for a considerable amount of time at this point—her skin littered with angry bites, her nipples swollen and sore from you twisting them relentlessly, her hamstrings aching to all hell from the whorishly spread open position you had her in...what a sight for sore eyes.
any semblance of sentences had long since left her, she was reduced to moans so loud and dumb you were almost concerned you'd get a noise complaint. well, another one to add to the list.
vi had already cum—the gooey strings connecting her clit to yours being a telltale sign. but above all else, you were hypnotized by her expression. fiery locks were sticking to her sweaty forehead and splayed out on the pillow beneath her, periwinkle blues rolled back in her head and puffy lips producing melodic uh, uh, uh sounds.
your voice strained from the effort, "you're so pretty like this vi, so fucking beautiful...y'know that right?" she sobs, and you're not completely sure she even registered what you said. but you'd praise the life out of her until she did.
whining like a bitch in heat, you feel her pelvis push against your own. she's getting close once more.
only this time, you'll make sure you have your release as well.
conjuring the final bits of your strength, you roll your pussy against hers—the slick, bubbling sounds of another impending orgasm between you both makes your face grow hot. it's all so raunchy. so debauched and filthy, you'd be embarrassed if you weren't so soaking wet.
vi's mouth falls open and her back arches, your own groaning blending with hers. you two were practically musicians in a pornographic orchestra, playing each other like instruments. pressure builds in your abdomen, so you speed up your thrusts—pelvis stuttering every time you feel your clit catch hers.
the blinding ecstasy takes over you without warning, and pushes her over the edge too. you cum with a cry, feeling all your senses black out from the sheer intensity of the feeling, and ride out the high thanks to vi's overstimulated twitching beneath you. momentarily you fall on top of her, chests heaving in sync, melding into a sticky—but satisfied—tangle of limbs.
sub!vi who can’t look at you when you eat her out, cus the sight of your tongue teasing her clit while your half-lidded eyes burn into hers will make her cum embarrassingly fast… muscular arm strewn over her eyes as she pants hoarsely and lets out these pathetic, staccato whines, hips as restless as her squirming thighs, trembling like a trap about to spring.
“look at me, baby,” you croon against her cunt between licks, fingers delving through her slick, pink happy trail.
“can’t. i’ll cum- fuckkk,” she groans, powder-blue eyes tipping skyward beneath her forearm as your lips close around her clit, warming it in your wicked mouth.
a/n: kicking off kinktober with sub!vi as god intended
✩ pairing: vi x fem!reader
✩summary: you're always down to try anything new where your girlfriend is concerned, even if that means slipping into a role you're unfamiliar with. who knows? it could be fun
Vi had been sending you cryptic texts all morning.
Something about a surprise that she had in store for you, one that she thought you were really going to like. What was worse, she wouldn’t relay any clues to you over text. She stayed annoyingly (but also endearingly) tight-lipped about the “surprise” in question, saying that if you wanted it, you had to come over. You sort of thought she was messing with you. That she didn’t really have a surprise, she just wanted to get you to come over. But you never passed up the chance to see your girlfriend, so you finally bit the bullet and told her you were on the way to her apartment.
Ten minutes later, you’re at Vi’s walk-up, nervous butterflies fluttering wildly with every step up the stairs, the key Vi had made for you months ago dangling from your index finger.
“Vi?” You call out softly once you’ve stepped inside. “I’m here.”
For a moment, silence is the only thing that greets you. Then, that familiar voice floats to you from down the hall, amplifying the still-fluttering butterflies in your abdomen. “Was wondering how long it would take you to get here, sweets,”
Vi saunters into view and at first glance, nothing about her looks different. Same black hair, same leather jacket, same easy stride. But then, your eyes fall to her bandaged hands and the object resting inside them and your pulse spikes.
“What is that?” You ask, even though you already know. Your eyes flit to Vi’s face again in time to watch her grin.
“It’s a collar,” she says. “I got it earlier today from the sex shop you’re always too shy to walk into. You like?”
Before you can answer, Vi is sliding the collar around her neck until it rests snuggly, the silver ring in the middle catching the light. You realize immediately that you’re staring, unblinking, at the collar. And so does Vi, judging by the smirk firmly placed on her lips.
“So…” she begins, dipping her head a little to catch your eyes. “If it wasn’t immediately obvious, I wanted to try something new with you tonight.”
You look up at her and her lips twitch. “How would you feel about dominating me?” She asks next.
Your chest tightens at those words and nerves flutter like wings in your stomach. “Vi, you know I wouldn’t know how to do that.”
Vi smiles, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from your face. “You don’t really have to know anything, gorgeous. Just have to do what feels right. But I have a feeling you’ll be better at it than you think.”
She lets you chew on this for a moment, crowding your space gently. And as if your head weren’t already spinning circles, being able to smell Vi’s cologne while she was standing this close definitely didn’t help. “What do you think?” she asks you, her voice low and her tone husky as she lets one of her hands rest on your hip. “If you need further persuasion,” she leans in enough to whisper in your ear. “This collar came with a leash.”
“Fucking hell,” you swear softly. Vi chuckles.
She pulls back enough to smile at you, and suddenly, her living room feels ten degrees hotter.
“You really think I can dominate you?” You ask, meeting her eyes.
“Oh, I know you can, mama,” Vi replies, not breaking eye contact.
Your heart jolts at the familiar petname. She doesn’t call you that often, and you prefer it that way. You like when she sprinkles it in when you least expect it. It always makes heat coil in your gut right where you want it.
Tentatively, you reach out to brush your knuckles lightly against Vi’s jawline, down her neck, before letting your fingers rest on the leather collar. Vi leans in with the touch, a soft hum rising from her throat. You use her soft noises as guidance, pushing on her shoulder gently to get her to sink to her knees in front of you, tugging once on the collar’s silver ring to establish control.
That’s when she takes your idle hand softly in her own, her eyes catching onto yours as she guides it toward her mouth. She brings your fingers to her lips and you gasp as her wet mouth closes around your index and middle one. She sucks gently, deliberately, letting her tongue slide around your skin, pulling an involuntary shudder from you in the process. Every time she flicks her tongue, it sends another spark through you. And even though you’re supposed to be the one taking the lead, she’s the one making warmth pool between your legs.
You look down at your girlfriend with her half-lidded eyes and her pretty lips wrapped around your fingers and you feel yourself gaining a small measure of confidence. You pull your fingers free from her mouth, delighting in the way Vi groans softly at the loss of contact. You grab the matching black leash from its resting place on the kitchen island and hook it to the ring of the collar. You tug on it gently, testing the durability, and a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan erupts from your girlfriend’s throat.
“You like that?” you ask, surprising yourself with your tone. Vi simply nods, watching you with rapt attention. You tug the leash again and she practically purrs for you.
“Up,” you command softly.
Vi rises obediently, and with the leash in hand, you guide her back toward her bedroom. Your heart is a drumbeat in your chest and your thoughts are racing, but you ignore them both as best as you can. Don’t think, you keep telling yourself. Just feel.
You don’t waste much time once you’ve guided Vi into her bedroom, discarding the leash but leaving her collar gleaming at her throat. You pull off her jacket, and then your hands fumble with her undershirt, tugging it upward, and Vi raises her arms obediently so you can peel it off. Piece by piece, you undress her, slow but certain, until she’s bare before you, all defined muscle and flushed skin.
She doesn’t make a move to help you beyond what you guide her to do, and that submission—seeing her like this, waiting for your lead—makes something ignite in your chest.
When you push her back with a firm hand, she yields instantly, her long legs bending at the edge of the bed until she falls back against the mattress. The soft bounce beneath her makes her laugh breathlessly, but the look in her eyes is submissive and hungry.
That gaze pins you more than her hands ever could. You’re used to seeing Vi smirky, cocky and in control. But like this? Parted lips, flushed cheeks, and waiting for you? You couldn’t get any wetter if you wanted to.
And before you can think twice, you’re climbing into the bed and straddling her hips. The movement makes her breath hitch, her gaze flicking up at you through her lashes. A small smirk tugs at her lips, but gets tempered by the surrender in her eyes.
When your hand reaches up to tug at her collar again, Vi lets out a noise that’s both a moan and a sigh. “See?” she murmurs, her voice thick and a little shaky. “I told you you’d know what to do.”
She was right. Once you got started, it was hard to stop. Which was why instead of responding, you press your mouth to hers in a deep, heated kiss. Vi groans into you and the sound vibrates against your lips, her body shifting restlessly beneath your own. When her hands start to slide toward your hips, instinctive and greedy, you catch them mid-motion.
Your fingers close around her wrists and pin them to the mattress. Vi mewls at the restraint and you swallow it down, deepening the kiss until your tongue teases at her lower lip.
Vi’s breath hitches, and you can feel the tension in her arms—the coil of muscle that could easily flip you if she felt so inclined. But she doesn’t. She lets you hold her there, pliant and submitting to you in a way that makes your pulse hammer in your throat.
Her collar presses warm against your fingers when you shift to grip it, tugging her just slightly closer as you kiss her harder. She groans again, helpless and wanting, and the vibration of it sends heat searing down your spine.
When you finally pull back, her lips are slick, kiss-bitten, her chest rising and falling beneath you. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, and she whispers, rough and needy, “Fuck, you’re good at this…”
You blush at the compliment, but you don’t let it deter you. If anything, the way she looks at you—eyes glassy, lips parted—only makes you bolder.
Your mouth trails to her jaw, pressing soft, lingering kisses that grow slower, deeper, as you move down the column of her neck. The collar brushes your lips with every shift, warm leather against flushed skin, a reminder of the power she’s given you tonight.
Vi tilts her head back with a shaky exhale. Her wrists are no longer pinned by your hands, but she still keeps them exactly where they are. “That’s it,” she murmurs, voice husky. “Don’t stop, mama…”
You don’t. Instead, your free hand drifts lower, skating over the cut lines of her stomach, the curve of her hip, until you find her already wet and aching for you. Your palm cups her between the legs, fingers pressing against her heat through nothing at all.
She lets out a sound you’ve never heard from her before—a desperate, choked moan that melts into a whine. Her hips jolt upward into your hand, seeking more, but you press her back down with a firmer grip.
“Please,” she breathes, voice cracking just a little, and the plea sets something on fire in your chest. The same woman who always teased, always led, always had you trembling—now beneath you, begging and entirely undone.
You let her desperate moans guide you, and it’s hard not to feel absolutely thrilled. Because Vi has never been this vocal during sex, and you love this side of her. It’s intoxicating.
Her breath quickens, breaking into shallow pants. She’s right on the edge, her body taut, trembling beneath yours—
And then you pull your hand away.
Vi gasps, a strangled, frustrated noise that would make you laugh if you weren’t so drunk on the sight of her. Her eyes fly open, wild, needy, but before she can get a word out you bring your slick fingers to your lips and lick them clean.
She moans helplessly at the sight, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm.
“Fuck…” she rasps.
You don’t make her wait long. Sliding down the bed, you settle between her thighs, pressing her knees open with confident hands. The heat of her rolls over you and it’s dizzying, as you dip your head, mouth watering as you finally taste her.
The effect is instant—Vi cries out, her back arching hard off the bed as her collar catches at her throat. You hum against her, savoring the way she shakes, the way she breaks apart just from your tongue alone.
You know you’re doing something right when her fingers find your hair, first carding through it, then tugging hard as if she can’t help herself. Her hips begin to rock against your mouth, desperate and shameless, and you don’t even think about holding her down.
Instead, you let her move, let her use you, let her lose herself. You match her rhythm, tongue pressing deeper, firmer, lapping at her until she’s shaking apart under you.
“You’re so good for me,” you murmur between licks, your voice ragged but steady. Your hands squeeze at her thighs, keeping her open for you, your lips slick and hungry against her. “You taste like heaven, baby. So sweet and wet.”
Vi moans helplessly, her grip in your hair tightening, her body arching as if the words alone push her closer to the edge. She’s panting, cursing, every sound spilling from her mouth raw and unfiltered.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Don’t you dare stop.”
The urgency in her voice makes you smile against her, makes you suck harder, faster, your tongue working in time with the rocking of her hips. She’s unraveling, a mess of sweat and trembling muscle, and then she throws her head back and lets go.
Watching Vi fall apart has to be the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.
Her body bows against the mattress, every line of muscle trembling as wave after wave crashes through her. Her mouth falls open on a ragged moan, and you drink in every sound, every twitch of her hips, every desperate tug of her hands in your hair.
You keep going, riding her through it, letting her grind against your tongue until the sharp edges of her pleasure blur into overstimulation. Only then do you finally ease off, kissing her inner thigh softly, reverently.
Vi collapses back against the bed, chest heaving, collar shining with sweat at her throat. She looks utterly wrecked, her eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-bruised and parted in a dazed smile.
When you crawl up her body and straddle her hips again, she meets you with a shaky laugh and pulls you into a kiss, tasting herself on your lips. Her hands, wrap around your waist, holding you tight.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs against your mouth, her voice hoarse and rough, “I think you just ruined me.”
You laugh against her mouth, your hands sliding up to bury themselves in her hair. “Now you know how I feel,” you purr before kissing her again.
✄ sub!vi who's sprawled out across the couch when you come home from work, spending her day off taking some well needed rest
✄ sub!vi who immediately notices your pissed off look, knowing it was gonna be a long night
✄ sub!vi who doesn't resist your harsh hand when pulling her in - kisses all teeth and tongue, free hand grasping at every inch of flesh while her other held onto the collar of her cotton tee
✄ sub!vi who lets you drag her to the bedroom, following after your every step like a shadow
✄ sub!vi who waits patiently on the bed as you rush out of your work clothes, baby blue's staring right at your strap as you shuffle the harness on and lube it up
✄ sub!vi who welcomes your body clambering onto hers, calloused hands gentle and soothing on your waist as she spreads her legs for you
✄ sub!vi who's gentle presence contrasts with your strung out and exasperated one, letting you pour your frustrations past her lips and down her throat as forcefully as you need to
✄ sub!vi who sighs quietly at you grinding your strap against her, mouths moving in sync while the silicone rubs against her clit
✄ sub!vi who can't take it after a while, pulling away from the kiss to beg you to just put it in her
✄ sub!vi who agrees with your degrading teasing, giving you puppy eyes in hopes you'll let up
"yes, yes, i'm a desperate slut. just c'mon, please? i need you in me."
✄ sub!vi who moans when she feels you fill her up. not high pitched, not pornographic - it's raw, nearly broken from the teasing alone
✄ sub!vi who hardly gives herself time to adjust to the stretch, already grinding into you before you have the chance to move
✄ sub!vi who reels at the sudden emptiness as you pull out, only to immediately get stuffed again with a swift slam of your hips
✄ sub!vi who gets very little warm up before you start to pound into her, skin slapping against skin full pelt as you grab her ankles to push above her shoulders
✄ sub!vi whose breathing picks up at the pace, coming out as choppy gasps melded with small mewls
✄ sub!vi who rocks into you desperately despite her position, struggling to lift her hips up off the mattress, causing you to snicker
"gettin' greedy now, violet?"
✄ sub!vi who feels the sharp sting on her scalp before her eyes snap open - your hand grasping her hair near the roots, forcing her to look down
"look at yourself. sluttiest fuckin' pussy. aren't you ashamed?"
✄ sub!vi who can hardly form a response, a high pitched mewl tearing from her throat as she tries to close her eyes, only for her hair to get yanked farther
"did i tell you to close your eyes? huh? open that shit right now."
✄ sub!vi who cums not too long after, vision spotting as white hot pleasure floods her veins and arteries
✄ sub!vi whose thighs shake as you abate your movements, rubbing her clit to see her squirm and kick out before smoothing your hands down her thighs
✄ sub!vi who feels your hands grab at her not too long after, shifting her to lay on her back, head hanging off the edge of the bed
✄ sub!vi who feels the head of your strap prod at her lips, her eyes still closed as your voice floods her ears
"clean your mess up."
✄ sub!vi who barely opens her mouth before it's forced open, silicone bottoming out in her throat
✄ sub!vi who gags and chokes, shaky hands on your hips as you fuck her face
✄ sub!vi who swallows around the girth of the dildo, trying to relax as her eyes flutter close again
✄ sub!vi who gasps for air when you finally pull away, arms falling limp when you step out of her reach
✄ sub!vi who doesn't talk much as you clean her up, only answering the more important questions of "are you okay?" or "i didn't push it, did i?"
✄ sub!vi who lets you carry her to the bathroom, setting her in a warm bath while you change the sheets
✄ sub!vi who comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking slightly more alive as she dries off and gets dressed
✄ sub!vi who lays down in bed with you, clinging to your form with her face buried in your neck
✄ sub!vi who gets to pick the movie for doing such a good job for you, falling asleep to heavy praise and kisses
alr everyone thank saturn for helping me w this one or go sit in the corner
