you’ve already pulled three orgasms from her, curling your fingers inside her twitching cunt the way you know drives her utterly insane. pressing the heel of your hand against her pink, puffy clit, you thrust your fingers as deep as they’ll go, relishing the way vi’s cunt tenses around you like a vice, hot and slick with her juices.
she’s babbling nonsense as she writhes on the mattress, the sheets damp with sweat. “fuck, i’m so close, please don’t stop, ohhh shit—”
you obey her whiny pleas, never ceasing the push of your palm on her clit and the torturous drag of your fingers against her spongy g-spot. spurred on by the last few orgasms, vi unravels again in no time, back arching prettily off the mattress as her fourth orgasm crashes into her. her eyes roll back into her skull, mouth parted to unleash a drawn-out moan, her hips twitching and grinding against the hand between her legs as she rides out her climax. you fuck her through it, let her enjoy every moment of euphoria with the persistent feeling of your fingers inside her.
when she’s finally spent, boneless and exhausted, she weakly pushes at your hand with one of hers as if to say i can’t take it anymore. she’s still catching her breath, face tinged pink from exhaustion.
when you don’t slow down, still thrusting your fingers in the sopping wet mess of her pussy, vi fucking whines from the overstimulation.
“‘s too much,” she pants, teeth sinking into her lower lip. she flushes redder, cheeks and neck and chest blotchy. “i can’t, babe, i can’t…”
“mm, but you will,” you coo back to her. you smile up at her, palm still pushing against her sensitive clit, fingers relentless in her slick heat. when her powder-blue eyes find yours, there’s a glimmer of panic in them, like prey being caught by a predator.
“that’s right,” you say, still smiling, still pushing and pulling your fingers into her messy cunt. “i want you destroyed, baby.”
and that’s when her eyes grow glassy with tears. her hips jolt uncontrollably as you continue torturing her with your fingers, and with every thrust, you hear her gasp and hiccup, trying desperately to suck in lungfuls of air.
“mmm, s’too much,” vi whines, all the usual strength and bravado she carries herself with gone. you feel so powerful like this - bringing the brash, confident vi to her knees, pushing her to the point of breaking. tears finally spill from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks in shiny rivulets.
“just take it,” you hiss, your fingers squelching obscenely in her leaking cunt. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
you love seeing her like this, whiny and pathetic, sobbing with each punishing thrust of your fingers in her sensitive pussy. tears stain her pretty, blushing cheeks, her rosebud lips flushed dark and swollen from her attempts to bite back whimpers and shaky moans. she hiccups, chest heaving, as you work her back up to arousal from overstimulation, and soon enough, her sobs turn to desperate moans again. she rolls her hips into your touch, every muscle in her body taut.
and when she finally comes again, a mess of tears and sweat and sex, she sobs with the knowledge that you won’t stop there either - you’re not finished with her and she knows it.
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.
hii baby omg im not sure if you write for vi but body worship w sub!vi (like worshipping her) mmmf fuck I know you'd write it so well
pairing: vi x fem!reader
mdni 18+
established relationship, butchfemme dynamics, body worship(v!receiving) foreplay, pussy eating(v!receiving) spit, vfingering(v!receiving) sub!vi, soft dom!reader, gentle sex, fluff, littlee tw for physical abuse mentioned. mmmm vi big muscles and tats
a/n: it’s just really sick that i haven’t found this yet like actually sick. and homophobic
your hands, fingers spread, lips together as you yearn to kiss and touch your girl all over, cover her in your love and affection, vi felt ‘whatever’ about herself, her body was a tool, it carried her and it protected her, defended her after years of training and the abuse and beatings she endured, despite all of that, she stayed gentle, kind and caring. caring for those closest to her and you, the one she held dearest. and her body was now her vessel against all the bad people in the world that wanted to hurt you, she would take down anyone, any size that meant you harm.
she was beautiful to put in mildly. beautiful mind and soul and the body she was given was just breathtaking. you loved it all, her arms that held you, hands that despite the roughness and scars, the same ones that rubbed your back, combed through your hair, held your hand proudly. you held hers back more than proudly, you had bragging rights having a gorgeous girl like her. and you weren’t afraid to show her off.
you loved to take care of vi after a long night, her arms and back muscles spent from overuse, you graciously continue your firm and precise kneading of the muscle and knots, her soft groans and sighs your guides. her back…her back was up there with your favourite parts of her besides her pretty face, you move lower, down over her inked and toned back, using your thumbs on all the right spots, vi hissing slightly from the knots being pushed out, hurt so good. “shit… that’s tender.” she chuckled through her whimper. the most delicious sound.
“sorry babe. want me to go softer?” she lifted her head slightly, eyes still looking nowhere in particular. “nah. i can handle it.” “i’m not hurting you am i?” you ask again. “course not.”
you go more gentle despite her insistence. going back up to her shoulder blades, “that good?” she hums in agreement. you smile out of her view, “you’re fuckin good at that…”
“yeah?”
she agrees, her voice more whimpery from the treatment you’re giving her, you go for her neck after a few more kneads, your fingers digging nicely into the skin where her neck meets her shoulders. “oh babe.. you’re so good to me.” she was practically purring. you couldn’t be happier to please her.
“that’s good my love.”
her arms are next. you focus on each one, kneading the muscle, she had a lot to work with. her sounds and verbal cues letting you know you were indeed loosening her up.
after a beat you sit up. “turn over.” vi was halfway to sleeping when you gave the instruction she grunted as she turned herself over, you climb over her, her hands find your hips like muscle memory, while yours find her chest, leaning down to kiss her neck, starting soft and almost tickling her, her laughs were absolutely adorable. “woah hey…” you chuckle and continue your decent, kissing her shoulder and then her biceps, running your fingers where your lips weren’t currently worshipping. “ah.. what’s up with you tonight princess?” she breathily chuckles.
“what? i can’t love on my girl?” you roll your eyes, acting annoyed for humorous affect.
“don’t think about anything tonight okay? just let me take care of you.” you kiss her neck as you say this, vi moans at your tone of voice, already weak. your lips go straight for her tits, nipples hardened and already ready for your mouth, your other hand gently pinching and kneading. “mnn.. christ.” her voice is only audible to you, her chest rising and falling much quicker, her boxers already soaked from all of your attention.
you kiss each one of her scars, each part of her she doesn’t like to talk about, and the battle scars she brags about. “you’re so beautiful. gorgeous thing you.”
your kisses are hot and heavy as you move down her stomach, over her abs and sink down to your knees, “uh..” vi is still making little needy sounds, your hands reach out to get her boxers off, slow, methodically, you try to draw it out, just relishing in her noises, like a puppy waiting to go for a walk. “you know you are.” your hands trace her hips and fingers spread as you move over her upper thighs, sliding your hands underneath, lifting her legs slightly, then you’re all go, moving your head using your tongue and lips to stimulate her clit, lapping up her wet mess, tongue moving up her clit and flicking a few times then closing your lips around it and sucking, making wet nasty sounds and oh that got her.
her head tipped back as her chest still rose and fell faster with her moans. “fu-uuck .. oh fuckin hell-” you pull her closer so you were now face in, nose bumping into her precious clit as you make your tongue as firm as you can sticking it inside her weeping entrance, in return you get her back arching and hips bucking into your face.
she’s whimpering now, already sounding there and it hadn’t been very long, but you weren’t gonna deny her shit tonight. “mmh… taste so good baby. are you cumming? huh?”
she can only manage a soft “please..” and you don’t hesitate, tongue inside her, as deep as you can, fingers stimulating her clit while she cries out, pussy contracting around your wet muscle. you can’t help but laugh softly with joy as she cums on your tongue, your sweet reward didn’t take much, your massage clearly wound her up more than she let on.
“holy fuck.” she exhales and laughs with you. “you’re way too good to me babe..”
“oh yeah?” you grin and then bring her pussy back to you with a lift of her thighs. “love this pussy baby.” your voice was muffled as your lips latch onto her clit, fingers graciously pushing past her entrance, vi is back laying down, too spent to even watch, her eyes, half lidded and face adorably ‘sad’ as her voice goes up an octave. “oh my god.. fuck fuck.. ” she grits her teeth, you glance up at her from between her strong thighs, moaning against her pussy and spitting on her when you have a second, whatever sounds you can draw from her and get her to squirm in your hands, she was completely yours. your protector, your lover, was reduced to a beautiful mess under you and it made your heart swell and your pussy throb drastically.
your hands leave her thighs and snake up her body to her breasts, squeezing what you can reach. “promise i’ll take good care of you tonight. you deserve every bit of it my sweet girl.”
because she did. as tough as your girlfriend was, she was your girl and deserved princess treatment and to feel desired and lavished. and you were gonna pour into her with all the love you had.
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.
