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❥ synopsis/warnings: vi using the hexstrap on u for the first time/she finally got to nut in her mama :3. creampie, breeding/size kink, doggy/backshots, whiny!top!vi x fem!bottom!meanish!reader, a continuation kinda of my drabble
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“Holy shit.” Were the only words that seemed fitting for the woman who was obviously packing in front of you.
Vi stood proudly, hands on her hips, an abnormally large member (that you clearly didn’t remember her having before) swung between her thighs. It jumped at the sight of you—like a goddamn feral animal—its glow pulsating in a bright blue light.
“That’s… going inside me?” You questioned, gaze never leaving its view.
“Um, yeah. I had it made just for you!” She exclaimed, inching closer, wrapping her fingers around the veiny thing. Her body twitched, face grimacing by her touch, clearing her throat before continuing. “I can feel everything with this bad boy, you know.”
Your eyebrow raised, blinking quickly as your pretty little head tilted sideways at her words. “Oh, really? Everything?”
“Everything.”
As hotshot and cocky as Vi was, her attitude never lasted long, especially not when she was sliding in head first (literally) inside your tight, slippery velvet hole. Vi gawked down at your perfectly arched back as you balanced on all fours, ass in the air and cheeks nice and spread, a position she had chosen for you. A perfect display of your vulnerability just for her.
Sure, you could’ve given her head to start off with. Your thighs were slick with the thought of swirling your tongue around her tip, watching her struggle to keep up with the bobs of your throat. But no—this is what you wanted. You wanted the first thing she felt to be the real deal; your aching, buttery soft pussy.
Vi hissed out at your warmth, sinking her shaft inside with ease, parting your glistening folds with her width, gripping onto the fat of your ass as she fought every nerve in her body to not cum on the spot. The toy was rather… large, nothing less to be expected from your perverted girlfriend.
Your fists were full of her sheets, painful groans muffled into the mattress as your insides made room for Vi and her girth. She was going brutally slow at that, admiring your entrance doubling in size for her. “F-Fuck, Vi! Did you have to—nnggh! Get such a b-big one?”
“Heh, hell y-yeah I did.” She gulped hard, her thumbs spreading your tiny hole open. “‘S a… fuck—a tight fit, princess—” She was trying to stay cool—trying oh so hard to ignore the fluttering walls that warped around her dick perfectly.
Your eyes rolled at her slowness. "Ugh, c’mon, Vi..."
Without warning, your hips pushed back onto Vi's pelvis with a lewd thwop. Her whole nine incher was swallowed whole by you, tip tickling your cervix, earning a gut wrenching groan from the once hard exterior being.
“Oh, fuck—!” Her back arched, eyes rolling back as your cunt clamped down around her, a sharp gasp hitched in her throat. “M inside—you! A-Actually deep, d-deep inside you!”
Her voice was high in pitch, strained and whiny, shuddery breaths pushing their way out of her lungs as she steadied herself. But of course, you wouldn't let her settle, not when she already sounded oh so adorably fucked out.
"Oh I know, baby. I feel so full," You purred as you pulled yourself back, slamming back against her hips, feeling her heartbeat pounding from her member inside your tender, gummy walls. "Hmmf! G-Go on, Vi."
"Fuck me."
Her grip around your waist was bruisingly tight, body jerking as you teasingly gave her a head start. She shut her eyes tightly, and with one long, deep breath, she finally thrusted forward. This was truly her dream come true—she savored every crease that decorated those walls she’d once fantasied of feeling, of making hers, of drilling brutally into ‘till you were full to the brim of nothing but her sticky cum.
"Y-You're hot—s'fuckin' hot inside," She mindlessly babbled now, hips grinding in a pathetically quick, unrhythmic motion. "’N Soft—hnng!—squeezing around me! F-Feels good—mmfff!—feels like you're gonna k-kill—me!"
If the simple sight of your cunt around her was too much before, this was most definitely going to make Vi go fucking insane. She’d forgotten about her strength, your arms giving into her powerful hip bucks, bare breasts now pressed onto your sweat slicked back, pushing your face into the mattress. Though you were clearly nothing more than a fleshlight for her at the moment, you ate up the complete opposite trembling whines that tumbled out of her mouth, melting into your ear.
"T-That's it, bein' such a—mmh!—good girl, Vi! S'fuckin good!"
Vi was flooding your hole with pre-cum, the oozing liquid slipping out of her growth and painting your inner walls. Her eyes were damn near crossed, rutting into you like a bitch in heat, so pussy drunk off you that she went completely brainless. So much so that she didn’t notice your jelly-like knees that wobbled with overstimulation. Or her ruthless hunger for more making tears stream down your face, still relentlessly abusing your raw, fucked out pussy.
“L-Love this pretty pussy s’much… It’s all m-mine—‘s all mine, right? S-Say it!”
“V-Vi, you talk—a lot! It’s all yours, baby—mmphh!—no one else’s—God, fuck, s-slow down a little!”
Even if you wanted a breather, or to switch positions, you knew she wouldn’t let you crawl away. Vi was caging you in, her big arms heavy beside your head, body weight pushing down on you. If she noticed that you slightly moved away, she’d huff loudly, harshly ramming you back against her length punishingly like the greedy brat she was. All you could do was take it, reminding you of who was on top, even when she was moaning like a noisy whore.
“Hmmph! W-Wanna cum in-inside, puhlease! Please can I? Gods, pleaseee!” Her voice was wrecked, words jumbling out as best they could, feeling the veins around her shaft pulsating with need—the need to release her seed deep inside you.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every savage thrust from her hips, shamelessly tearing you the fuck apart, finding the greatest pleasure from hearing your big and bad girlfriend already begging to cum after a short 10 minutes of being inside you.
Vi was always just a dumb, pussy drunk slut. You were surprised she’d lasted this long, fully expecting her to splurge her load the second she slipped into you. Her tongue lolled out of her dropped jaw, slobber dripping along your cheek, right hand fondling your hanging tit. Her big thumb and pointer fingers twiddled with your hardened nipple. “Mm…! Bet these would swell up so nicely if you’d—let—me!”
“A-Already? God, you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” You mocked as her hips piston faster at your words, stabbing your cervix, feeling her in your goddamn lungs, making you choke on your moans.
“Y-You’re—s’mean!” She let out a whine filled sob, tears staining her pink flushed cheeks, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she continued mercilessly pounding into you. She truly couldn’t help it, your puffy pussy lips wrapped around her dreamingly, sucking her in as you inched closer and closer to climax. “Please, mama? Just w-wanna pump you full of me—put a b-baby in you, yeah? Make you a pretty mommy, p-please?
Your lips cracked open, barely able to let anything other than broken little, ‘ah, ah, ahh!’s, sparks of pleasure coursing through your body as her ridges fucked against your g-spot. “D-Dunno—guhh!—if you deserve—it, V-Vi!”
You were cracking, she could feel it. The way your pussy pulsated around her, clenching around her dick so hard it made it difficult for her to thrust. How your entire body was rock hard underneath her, voice faltering as you called out her name with every wet slap of her hips against your sopping cunt. She had you right where she wanted you—ruined and desperate, just like she was.
Just desperate enough to get you to say yes.
“I do—I do d-deserve it! It’ll feel so fuckin’ good, I p-promise I’ll do my best!” Vi’s member throbbed, painfully filled with her cum, begging for its release with each rough slam of herself inside, teetering on the edge of sweet release. “C’mon, princess, lemme cum in you, y-yeah? I’m already t-there, just say y—”
“Oh, V-Vi, just—!” You moaned out, accepting the truth—you did want her to knock you up. You wanted to be so full of her essence that there’d be no way in hell you weren’t pregnant. You wanted it hot, leaking, filling up every last inch of you. “Y-Yes, yes! Yes, just cum inside me! Make mama proud, baby—g-gonna—cum—so—haaaard!”
Your pussy gushed around her, your warm, pearly substance coating her girth, making her lose every ounce of self respect she had left. Were you baby trapping her? Maybe. But had she just manipulated you into saying yes even though you were going to anyway? Most definitely.
So, you didn’t feel as bad when you backed your ass up onto her thrusts, walls tightly closing in on her, strangling her sensitive cock. You released your sweet nectar all over her, ensuring to milk her of everything she had.
That was all it took for Vi.
“Fuuuck, coming, coming, cominngghhh!” Her orgasm rolled out of her through waves, white-out with bliss expression slapped on her face. It started off in her head, feeling light and airy, quickly making its way down to her shaft and pumping scorching hot cum into your womb. She was mewling pathetically loud and squeaky, big, strong hands tightening around your breasts, juices flooding into you with intent.
You both flopped against the bed, her still laying on top of you, panting as some of the obscene mixture of arousals dripped out of you, staining the sheets. Just as soon as you felt Vi slipping out, you gripped onto her wrist, pulling her back against you.
“Ngghh!—I-I’m sensitive, you know!” Vi whined, puppy eyes glassy and nose painted a rosy color.
“Don’t care,” You started, plugged up, simmering in her cum, not letting any more drops slip out. “Gotta make it stick if you want me to be a mama, Vi.”
thinking about loser vi who humps on the strap harness when she's fucking you!!
｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who invites you over to her place when you mention that you're trying to organise a few study groups at the town library with a few of your friends to her. she knows she's got a shitload of assignments due by the end of the week like you, you're fun to work with, she wants to help you with your notes and you haven't been in her bed in forever. she can't help herself.
loser vi who cannot stop letting her pussy do all her thinking when you show up at her door with your laptop and books all in your bag and your smile so radiant from the familiarity of her face and the kisses she pulls you into after you handed her a pipeline punch monster.
loser vi who's sitting against the headboard of her bed with you leaning your head on her shoulder, writing perfectly detailed and descriptive notes with her hand beginning to cramp while you're reading through some article for history on your laptop for some upcoming important quiz. she can tell you're tired and bored with the way you're slumped against her, sighing through your nose without even realising and squinting your eyes from the bright screen every time she looks over at you. you have been doing this for atleast two hours - she knows that you both need a break.
loser vi who asks you if you wanna lay down and cuddle for a little while, pressing kisses to the crown of your head when you say yes and move your laptop and both of your textbooks on her bedside table, her hands on your waist as she practically guides you back to her, burying your face into her chest while she murmurs a "c'mere, baby."
loser vi who's pulled her blanket to stop at your chests, one of her hands running through your hair and she's murmuring about unimportant nothing's about her day and powder. she guides one of her hands to unclasp your bra, knowing that the fabric would be uncomfortably pressing into your skin, discarding the item by tossing it on the ground. you know the action is out of genuine love and hope to comfort you - but you also know violet well enough to already know that it's also out of lust.
loser vi who's hands are grasping your hips as leverage when fucking you with her strap another two hours later, both your and her pyjamas thrown onto the floor like your bra, her fluffy blue blanket pushed to the end of the bed. she's thrusting into you at a relentless pace, a train of whimpers, moans and curses leaving her heart shaped lips as if the rest of her family isn't in the house.
"fuck, baby," she whines, throwing her head back. back she's always been a whiner, it's one of the things you adore the most about her, apart from her hair and the love she has for you. she's the sweetest girlfriend you could be blessed with, and you're forever grateful to the foils of the universe that it gave you the chance to meet her and have her in your life.
her pace grows sloppier from a newcome friction she feels on her clit from the harness of her strap when she grinds on it, her eyes squeezing shut as she does so. she's doing both - fucking you and grinding her clit on the harness of ther strap, even if the balance between doing both is sloppy.
"look at me." you speak out, your hands squeezing her biceps as if it were the only thing you could do to stabilise yourself, which it was. you don't mind that she's doing this in anyway whatsoever. it's cute, the way her eyebrows furrow and her mouth hangs open and her tits bounce when she's becoming mayor of pound town with you, always acting like she's the one getting fucked when you are.
she complied after a few moments of bliss, tilting her head back down to look down into your eyes. you look so pretty, with the way sweat is beading down your forehead and you're grasping onto her and your pussy is taking her dick so easily. she leaned down to kiss you, whimpering into your mouth when you shove your tounge into hers and wrap your legs around her waist to encourage her movements, earning a loud moan from her when she hid her face in your neck and the both of you came at the same time, her needy pussy absolutely soaking the harness without shame.
she eventually pulls away from you after a few minutes of hugging and kissing for a few minutes, glancing over at your textbooks, dead laptop and half drank monster can sitting sadly, though her eyes shift back to your face when she notices herself yearning to look at you. "you wanna go again?"
i wrote this so fast and rushed so if it's a lil bad in some spots that's why 😭 also why half of this was hcs and the other half was like a fic LMAO
Cw: MDNI 18+ content! NSFW Secrets, pics, onlyfans reader, kind of slow burn, Vi is a secretive pervert in this au, suggestive themes, eventual f*ck between reader and Vi in this series, HOWEVER!! lots of m4sturbation, Sub Vi,,masturbation in public restroom?, a little bit of drama afoot, Ex Caitlyn! embarrassing scenes, ngl like second hand embarrassment, yes Vi has a pocket book aka a pussy, Modern au in the arcane world!
Summary: The beginning to it all. A pink haired lady just trying to get her freak on, but constantly interrupted through out the day. To be honest is it really her day? Or just a string of bad luck? Find out below!
wc: 5k
Fanart of Vi x reader: @/honeyboo-1
Dc:@/fic-dumpster
Song: Glory box by Portishead💎❄️
Prologue
19:07PM
Only the pulse of sex illuminated in this room, not amongst two but one person. A veil of complete solitary freedom, deliciously plucking each nerve by glistened coated strong fingers.
“Ahng.. mmf! F-ucckk!!” Harmonic sounds bouncing from wall to wall, sloppy wet noise coming out so sweet, sticky like cotton candy. “cum.. cumming again..mmm.. ah—ahh, guh, yes.. mm!” a broken whine falls again. Barely muffled, but loud enough through her plushed sheets. Her light damped face half smushed into a mattress, beads of sweat dripping from their legs mixed with sacred arousal that people would pay an arm and a leg for. Shaking like a quaking volcano, rolling hips in tandem, mixing more of her deep heat with her desperate sweat that dwells in their lower regions within lustful desires. Her mouth agaped, moaning out in need for herself to touch herself more on sodden clit. Her eyes glassed and glossy, shine reflecting from the blue screen that sits sideways in front of her. The womans concentration laid on a gif of a person playing with their tits.. just enough stimulation she needs for her sweet masturbation session. In the gif she can see her favorite girl letting drool dribble down their pebbled nipple as they rubbed it in so with an enticing finger.
Just witnessing something like that has her stomach riled with a hot familiar warmth, buzzing, tickling the goosebumps from aftershocks. She needs to cum, she wants to cum..
Suddenly loud thuds came from below the floorboards. She’d groan already knowing who the hell is interrupting, and she’s not fucking interested. Clenching the sheets into a ball of burgundy cloth within a raging, vein popping fist “Fuck off Ronney!” Vi’s tone coming out acidic like, rasping out, as if she had to climb from her depths of lust, to even reach anger— if she was playing a mocking game of charades she definitely would be close to imitating an aggravated trucker stuck in traffic. In this case though, it's more like.. stuck between kicking Ronney’s ass before or after she nuts.
He stops meddling with his ceiling that is so conveniently close to Vi’s floor boards momentarily after grunting out an annoyed sigh, and a few questionable grumbles.
This was just another day at this fucked apartment compex, and quite frankly, Vi’s had enough of it.
From posing ass up in the air, playing with her clit like a record player, to sitting on her haunches real quick. Vi raked her now slightly damp hair out of her face, as she took a glimpse around her room. Silhouettes of various boxes flooded the floors.
“I really need to move out asap,—” huffing out, as a droplet of sweat runs down her forehead.
“Can’t get a moment to even please myself.” She muttered only for herself to hear.
Her eyes drawn back to her screen, tempted to finish what she had started, though the time caught her attention more. It’s only the afternoon, she has plenty of time to finish to please herself to another orgasm. In so, she bends back down, her hand nearing her arousal again.. except, something troubled her, an itch in her brain that she can’t quite get rid of. Taking a second glance at the clock it finally sets in. Realization, upper cutting her like it's no one's business.
“Oh shit!” She exclaims as she rushes off the bed and towards the bathroom, taking her sports bra off. A gasp leaves her lip as she slips on one of her tee shirts, falling hard on the wooden floor. “Dammit!” She exclaimed, raspy tunneling out her throat from the pain that gave her no mercy, hopefully it shouldn’t leave a bruise.
“Karma!” Her “lovely” neighbor once again interjects themselves in her business with not a second to lose.
Earning another “Fuck off!” From one late, exhausted, blue balled(blue lady balls lmao) Vi.
Despite the fact she’s rushing in quite a hurry. After a quick shower, rushing through her article of clothing, putting on her finest clothes, and crazy enough slicked her hair back like how she used to in the past. You wouldn’t be able to guess she that jorked it not too long ago.
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She managed to make it time(she in fact did not make it in time but made it in time in her world). Pulling up to a tall building, a lavish hotel that is known to have hostility towards Zaunites. This tower of a 72 room investment, is called The Maine Château. The “problem” for this hotel in particular is times have been changing gradually. Lots of Pilties and Zaunites are now intermingling amongst each other, to either friend or lover. And not a lot of pilties are happy with that.
Why is Vi somewhere she knows like the back of her hand would not ever accept her? That’s not like her at all. Patting her waist coat down, and a slip of paper jumps out. Falling to the floor.
Just what what I was looking for.
She’d reach down and grab it, turning it over.
𓊆T𓊇
Maine Château
St benard 176254
19:01PM
You are invited as a guest for our
companies grand promotion/revelation of engineerin—
Tucking it in her back pocket.
Yup, this is the place..
Getting off of her motorcycle, fixing her gray blazer over her shoulders, swiping down her wide leg trousers. Hoping that no leaves stuck to her as she had driven over the speed limit. Taking a quick glance at her black shoes in a slick manner where no one would notice.
Yes, she may be late, but Vi’s not the type of person that still wouldn’t try to waste a single minute more. But will always, always make sure she stays intact when it comes down to her fashion choices.
She took her time scanning her environment, a bunch of twisted faces in the sea of this crowd.
Heaving a long sigh out, ready to deal with whatever to come. Cool air kissed her skin as soon as she removed her black matte helmet, and quite frankly what wouldn’t kiss her face. However, some feel as though she’s not deserving of anything that exists within gentleness.
Grimaced stares head her way. A group of guests outside the building were just in the middle of gossiping until they saw this cotton candy haired woman. Their heads turned dramatically slow as if she just broke some glass. As soon as they spot her they can tell she’s a Zaunite from the undercity side.
Her pink hair rebelling the usual brunettes, blondes, and black haired people. She stuck out like a thumb, and those tattoos peeping through her rolled up sleeves did not help. Especially that roman numeral on her face. Scandalous. People often would ask her did that one hurt, though people like Pilties would ask ‘what kind of brute inks their face?’ But would be cracking necks if they even had so much of a peek at her back. If these Pilties saw that, they would faint or even panic if more “rif raf” like Vi would be showing up.
“You know if they let one of them in it’ll create, ugh.. progression..” one whispered, not hushed enough.
“We should have known this would happen, as soon as Viktor showed up to work for this company it was going to go down hill..” another one chimes in.
“Oh please, she’s cute for a gutter rat, she should stay..”
Regardless of what a Piltie could say or think, they can’t deny that she has their attention, dripping with a mastery of pretty and handsome at the same time. A rare case that not many can just do. And a rarity that is Vi.
A group that flocks together and says no to one, only makes a ripple effect for our dear Vi. Faces tell her no, but the body language gives curiosity, allurement, and a spark from an invisible match dragged against the narrowest of mind to light a fire of vast space that begged for more.
From the distance she can see her friend of 5 years, Jayce taking his sweet time to come on over, his award winning smile distracting the crowd for their minds to think of the golden boy himself.
Stopping in front of her, hands behind his back, quirking a questionable eyebrow up. He took one look towards Vi’s vehicle. And immediately understood where all the commotion was coming from. He felt the group's eyes amongst them, gravity sat heavy upon him. Forcing a cough out before he began to open his mouth to speak.
“You know I could’ve uh.. called someone to drive you here instead.. in a limo, something fun..”
Without haste she’d cock her head, disgusted by the suggestion for a limo over her baby. Vi didn’t have to say anything for Jayce to know that she would not ever choose a limo over a motorcycle. And he can’t really blame ‘em, bikes are way cooler. Though— he wished for certain occasions the bike could be a second option.
Stepping deftly around him, the partner of hextech and his loving partner Viktor. Patting Jayce's chest, with a doting smile.
“Jayce we talked about this, your mouth moves too much” quietly under his breath to not cause a commotion, his arms folded, and a sigh right after, but as soon as he sees Vi, his shoulders relax, giving her an apologetic smile. His eyes softened, yet soon turned sharp when his attention went back to Jayce.
“Well I haven’t had any complaints so far..” He groaned into his fist. His boyfriend can be a bit cold but it’s out of love and out of manners. You’d think someone from Piltover would have some but of course, ignorant bias still hangs on his shoulders on how he should talk to Zaunites.. in front of Pilties. Viktor would mouthed out the words ‘still love you, but get your act together, we talked about this several times.’
He’d sigh, nodding his head in agreement. Today is not the day to bring unwanted attention. Soon taking a step closer to wrap his arm around Viktor, leaning down just a bit. Whispering something in his ear, that has him blushing beat red, rolling his eyes, trying his best not to smile.
“Ew, am I here to support you or third wheel?” Vi interjects, putting away her helmet.
“Support”
“Both”
Jayce and Viktor gave each other a squint out of pure annoyance, only the couple would know what that meant for the both. But, being how Vi has spent enough time with the duo, she knows an argument or some serious tension is about to unfold sometime later for them. And she rather not see that unfold at this very… snooty populated event.
“Love your honesty, Viktor” Vi said, walking past the both of them, and the two following her.
“Vee, next time, synchronize with me, please?”
“I will do no such thing.”
The banter had already begun, it will be resolved as soon as the pair go backstage, camouflage behind a thick curtain. Definitely sealed off with an apology by a kiss, hopefully.
“Yup, definitely third wheeling” she muttered to herself. A flash of light and vibration from her pocket would soon end her rising troubles. She reached in her pocket to grab it however..
An intimidatingly tall woman bumps into Vi walking out of the building, and as sturdy as Vi is, of course she didn’t fall. Yet, why in the hell is someone not watching where they’re going? Vi wanted to curse them out until she saw them. Attention was not hard for this familiar person to gain as her eyes traveled up their body, landing on their face. Lo and behold, it’s her ex…
Whipping her head back at Jayce, scowling at him, before she can even think of something to say. She wanted to wring his head, to ask him a great question that old wise people have graciously given us for times like these: what the actual fuck? Her lips parted but nothing came out. Words failed her, and only jumbled thoughts settled in. He shrugged as if he truly didn’t know but this isn’t someone that anybody can look over and shrug off like some lint. Jayce tried to play it cool, half grin befallen his face, picking at his cufflinks.
He wasn’t going to get off that easily, hell no, not as long as Vi had known him, absolutely not.
She could see right through him, he was nervous, his stained pits told her that, and it didn’t take long for Viktor to pinch his wrinkled brows, obviously disappointed in Jayce that he didn’t tell her.
A warning would’ve been nice.
“Sorry, sorry.. um..” The woman apologizes, trying to think of something, anything, but she can’t find her voice again. Vi takes one more look at her, landed straight onto her ocean blue eyes, and these eyes belong to none other than Caitlyn Kirraman, the woman that changed Vi’s life forever, now in front of her all over again and not knowing what to do.. Vi’s eyes kept scattering all over Caitlyn's face, and judging by her enforcer uniform she’s not here to party..
Of course she isn’t…
Nerves prickled at Vi’s neck, and avoiding eye contact was too late. No choice but she had to choose the best outcome, and sadly it’s the most awkward thing to do.
Moving quickly around her, not giving them a chance to speak, or even a single hi exchange. Cold door handles met her hands, finally entering the building. Escaping that encounter by any means, a relieved huff came from Vi’s mouth. Soon sucked in tight again. The place reeked of privilege, the kind that hates being mingled with anything different, anything like Vi.. The tips of her ears being graced by the warm air but feeling a blizzard inside. She could hear her heart beat in her ears, rapidly becoming erratic, less rhythmic.
Jayce was on her tail though, worried that she might freak out, or worse..cry.
“Are you okay?” Jayce inquired, concerned from her hasty response, a beat passes before she can respond with “I’m fine” folding her arms, tugging at the cotton material. A savvy scan of the room's ceiling to make something up on the spot, came quite easy for her, “Just too many chandeliers blinding me..”
She wouldn’t look at him, not even for a second. Which only made Jayce all the more anxious, slicking his hair back trying to come up with something to say. But nothing that doesn’t sound like an excuse would come up..
“I.. — I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told y-“
“A glass of champagne?” A waiter offers, splicing themselves at a terrible time into their.. drama, but the right time for Vi, “Don’t mind if I do.” She says while taking two drinks. The waiter gave the two a nervous smile, nodding, trying their best not to lean in anymore into their thick air. Hurrying back to the bar to flap their gums to the other employees..
Jayce goes to grab for the other champagne glass, however Vi pulls the glasses away from him. “Uh no, both of these are for me,”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
More people enter the building, mingling, and haughty laughter floats around the different groups, booming through the room; the kind of laughter that you’d only hear in the movies. Where they would all laugh like it’s practiced and not from the gut itself. To appear classy not brutish. In Vi’s mind: fuck that, if you’re gonna laugh it better be worth it, or at least human, not robotic fake smiles all around. She gulps one glass of champagne to that thought without problems.
Meanwhile the staff is attending to everyone, there’s chefs not behind a door but in front of them cooking like it's a hibachi restaurant, but at a professional classy level. Chandeliers across the ceiling shine as if there are real diamonds bouncing light off the other, flowers planted in different spots of tall windows that reach the high ceilings, in other word its grand. Another gulp to the next glass of champagne, not knowing where to put it, she places the empty glasses on a near by table. Even the table cloth was fancy, intricate patterns sewn into the cream colored fabric laced with gold trims.
At first glance you are overwhelmed with how spacious the place is. Grandiose space that could fit more than Vi’s family, and she knows she has a big family, shit the ceiling was so high it wouldn’t dare touch a pretty piltie overdressed head. This is the kind of place that shouldn’t shock most, as long as you’re wealthy and have great connections that is.
They really went all out for a promotion, and possibly something more, usually Jayce has another announcement in his sleeve for things like this.. he would be yapping away to Vi about his entire process.
Right now though, he doesn’t even resemble what he’d usually look like. There’s no glow in him, just.. upset befallen his face..
She steals a few glances of his face, to make sure, and she’s right. He’s not okay. The lines on his forehead were deep with worry, his eyes nearing glassy. Unfortunately it was working and pricked her heart, making it heavy. She can’t stand it when someone's nearly on the verge of tears.. not one of her friends or family members.
This is so annoying..
“Definitely piltied all over the place” she muttered
His head perks up, taking a deep breath, hands behind his back, fidgeting with his cuff link again.
“I— I said the same thing, and you know what?”
She turns her head to him, shrugging to say ‘I don’t know, what?’ with a small grin.
“I think they’re missing something” he says with a nod, eyebrows drawn together, pretending that he’s thinking.
“Absolutely, where’s that ice sculpture we were all promised?” Vi mimicking a posh voice And right on time ironically, It rolls in, an exact replica of one of Jayce's inventions, a powerful gemstone. The same gemstone that swept the nation, completely turning the competition for electricity totally around.
“Oh that is too bad, such a small ice sculpture” him also mimicking a posh voice right back.
“Oh please, it’s not that bad. You ought to know that sculpture is imported from the coldest of places. We’ll be drinking from our tiny margarita glasses tasting that ice from the Atlantic" a plastered arrogant facial expression, Vi made to really sell the bit, Jayce slapped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Holding it only made him appear struggling with his bowels.
“Hm quite” his tone was anything but what it was before it came out frail and high pitched. They’d share a long stare, rattling shoulder before bursting out with laughter, hard enough to grab some attention, yet this time his shoulders stand tall and relaxed. Smiling wide, happily seeing Vi’s face less stiff and hearing her laugh like a real person would. That’s one thing he loves about hanging out with her, she’s real. Not some sheet of paper person with directions front to back. It may take some time for him to readjust himself from Piltie to just Jayce, but he gets there. She lets out a snort, and he pats her back, only making her cough from the strong pats.
Jayce sighed, wiping a tear from her ear duct “I hope you can forgive me, I—“
“Save it, this is your day, but— you can apologize to me by giving me your moms rice recipe tomorrow.”
“My m- you know what.. you got it, I’ll let her know.”
Her phone vibrates twice, and she subconsciously reaches for it again. Wondering what could possibly be making her phone rattle so crazily. She could guess that someone updated something from an app, or it could be her favorite doing something that has social media audience in a horny frenzy.
“Anyways, let's find our seats..” Jayce gestured a thumb behind him, she gives it a thought but honestly.. interrupted once again from grabbing her phone. This was frustrating her and her stomach.
“Nah you go ahead, I’m gonna check out the buffet, kay?”
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The food was calling her name, Pilties may go above and beyond for a simple shindig, but at least the food can be worth it sometimes. It matched the same as the extravagant decor, abundant. The spread was amazingly mouth watering even; to truffle buttered lobsters, to perfectly cooked wagyu. She grabbed a plate.. it was tiny.. as expected, they only want you to taste the food not gorge. Obviously Vi went for the shrimp first amongst the array of food, manageable to eat on such a tiny plate of course.
Little cute hums from her would escape as she ate, it was perfectly seasoned, some were fried to perfection, in fact some of it had coconut shreddings, but what caught her eye the most was this amber liquid with strawberry pink umbrellas. She shrugged, not really thinking whatsoever about what it could taste like. It must be good if it’s in the pilties domain right?
As soon as it touched her tongue her faced soured full of regret. “ugh, who serves cold tea at a banquet?”
“Most do” a familiar voice..flutters in, with knife like wings. It was as though every movement was now in a complete halt, as if alerted by danger. In other words: her ex. Now of course she wasn’t dangerous.. it’s just. Vi doesn’t like being caught off guard.
“what’re you doing here?” She asks, her tone flat, as the tea she just sipped.
“Someone has to keep guard of my best friend”
“You mean my bestie?”
She sighs briefly before speaking again “Our best friend” taking a step a bit closer, only making Vi step back. Her ex noticed she’s putting a wall up before she can even say anything. It’s not anything new to her, this is just how Vi is, and she’s had plenty of time to familiarize herself with her “whiplash”. Nervously flexing her fingers at her own sides, Caitlyn doesn’t move any closer than she has.
“Sure” Vi’s eyes tick down at her drink, then flicking to Caitlyns badge.
Caitlyn tries to search for anything in Vi’s eye, something that tells her that there is a part of her that is attached, somewhat tethered with each other. But there's nothing.. She can’t find any, and yet she convinces herself not to give up. Not just yet
However in Vi’s mind she’s pleading that this stops..
“It’s been boring going to these parties by myself” She circles the rim of her scotch glass, half-drunken, ice clearly melted, plundering whatever flavor it even had left. She’s not drunk but she’s definitely spinning in her mind.
“Yeah?” Vi’s eyes trail back to the array of food, and now— her tongue feels rather frail to try to eat now.. let alone taste.
“Yeah..” she parrots back...
“You should come with me to the next one…?” If the air wasn’t thick already it might as well be metallic. Caitlyns surgically removing it to get out of the way to reach for her. For Vi. She has hope in her cerulean eyes, thinking ‘please, reach for me too’
Saved by the bell, Vi’s phone vibrates 5 times, “Oh shit um I have to take this call… talk to you some other time?”
Her eyes follow Vi’s hands taking her phone out, it’s vibrating urgently, flashing like an enforcer’s siren.
“Oh.. oh! Okay— yeah.”
“I really gotta take this, not trying to be rude. But um! Yeah.” She says backing away from the buffet area, almost bumping into someone. Biting her bottom lip on instinct, trying not to show how uncomfortable she is having this dying conversation.
“No-no it’s fine.” It felt as though a rock was placed into the British woman's throat, not being able to say anything but that reply, refusing to go any further..
Even though the conversation has died, her eyes still trail over to Vi. And funny enough, Caitlyn can almost catch a glimpse of the notification, she may not be able to tell what exactly it is on her screen but she is sure that whoever she saw was a person with long hair..
Her brows knitted together with frustration for herself. As she watched Vi walk away.. All she can think is—
I waited too long…
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Not a moment to waste for Vi, escaping that awkward conversation.. She beelines for the bathroom, a few bumps from the crowd, and swings the door open. Only to find no one there, empty. Thankfully empty. She takes a relieved sigh, taking slow steps around the bathroom checking if anyone else was there. She had to make sure, before opening tumblr notifications.
“Oh fuck yes!” Echoing in the marbled floored bathroom, voice wavering against the cream colored walls.
Her favorite was making a promotion on her blog, and it was such great timing. Of course she pressed the link excitedly, only to be disappointed just as quick.
“And.. I just need one hundred dollars.. for an hour long video.. ” People were already scrambling to the comment section of that very post, telling her this was her best one yet. Vi wanted to bite her finger nails off for missing out.
It's rare to get good lesbian porn nowadays especially with some couples breaking up and deleting their best videos. Luckily she doesn’t have to worry about that when it comes to your videos. You didn’t seem like the person who’d settle down. You’ve been doing this for 5 years now? Not once did any of your followers catch you being in a relationship. There were zero signs. And there were zero signs that you had never been touched before. Clearly not just someone posting videos from only toys, but genuine experience.
Even the down right debaucherous text post you’d make didn’t give out a lot of information.
That’s probably why so many people follow you, knowing that you have no one to claim you, especially from how you talk in the videos to your audience, as if they're the only ones in the room with you.
“I have to wait til after I move to make a big ass purchase. Dammit!” She exclaimed with a stomp to the ground, grumbling to herself that this move is way more important.
At least I can buy pics.. but that hour.. of bliss. Ugh.. man
Her thoughts becoming mere filth in her head, watching the same videos again again, is nice but holy shit it is ten times better to watch a new video instead. Yes there are some favorites she has, though the way you find new ways to make yourself cum, the outfits, the fucking quality.. It just gets better and better with each video.
You used to be such a small account until you began taking yourself more seriously, and that’s when people noticed this light about you. Like a moth to a flame you became a beacon for a lot of people who don’t want person after person, they just want to see someone actually like fucking themselves. And to make matters even more delectable, you have this way about your videos that people look for in amateur porn that’s dripping with passion.
Not to mention but your body, as any other beautiful body on this earth, is just a prime example of another plus to be a loyal follower. You’re addictive to look at, to listen to, and to entertain.. Sometimes you even have a raffle for someone to receive a personal video made for them on your cashapp. They can request anything as long as it doesn’t violate your rules.
It only takes one click for anyone to see you, and know right then and there, that they’re going to be around for a while. And when Vi saw you, for the very first time, she didn’t think of anything else, she scrolled, at first. Until a post about you exploded, it was just someone hyping you up. Nothing new to the app… except.. it had over a hundred thousand notes. Popular accounts shouted you out? That’s big? What's bigger is what followed soon after, major promotions for certain “appliances”. Most of those “appliances” were in fact by lesbian owned companies.
It got everyone questioning why would some straight girl do that— oh. Then another boom of influx tapped into who you were.
Supernova— the Lesbian princess of Onlyfans, currently hides halves of their face, but a body that just won’t stop.
If Vi’s curiosity wasn’t peaked then, then it sure would after the fact of learning that you not only looked hot but you matched the voice for someone who no one could ever see their face. Of course rumors of discourse if you were ugly or not, but that fan base of yours was too locked in to let anyone badmouth you. You didn’t have to lift a finger. The keyboard warriors were ready to aid you, making sure trolls stay in their place, and people who dared to get entitled with you.
It was easy for Vi to get hooked, it just seemed welcoming. Especially with how people were so adamant about how good your videos were. Review after review from different blogs popped up, and your favorite one was when you wore a black lace set, in shibari, rambling while fucking yourself, against your wall, p.o.v. You’d pretend that the viewer had a remote, dialing the settings up for a stringer vibration. Where they can see every little shudder, and another camera to show underneath. The second camera was completely blurred by your slick, as it was dripping as you came hard.
Safe to say that was exactly what kept Vi around. It wasn’t something she was going to see on a regular website. It had to be you.
And instead of trying to date another woman after woman, risking unnecessary drama that she does not want at her doorstep. She just pays for your videos. Quick and easy.
Except.. today.
Scrolling through your page.. She can feel herself getting riled up again.. her body was getting real hot, and her mind stubborn on you.
Her eyes are traveling to your tits..
They’re so damn pretty..
just thinking about how soft they feel, how you would whine if she teased your nipples, maybe even sucking them with a bit of pressure. Giving your breast hickies..
A flashback to how she used to fuck caitlyn plays in the back of her mind.
Nope, nope.. no. You’re only thinking about that because you saw her today.. I don’t want to think about that..
Not right now.. not today.
She remembers she didn’t exactly finish earlier.. and they haven’t announced Jayce just yet.. so.. why not have a little fun… in a stall.
Without a single thought she opens the door, locks it for good measure and frantically goes for her belt. Unbuckling her pants, the metallic clatter echoed in that quiet bathroom, only making her heart beat even faster. “Mmf, f-fuck, can’t believe I’m gonna do this..”Barely above a whisper, just in case anyone were to hear her.
Her hand where she held her phone shook with anticipation, and her heat throbbed with want. So much want that it was insatiable. However with your previous post, she should be able to cum lots in this bathroom.
Thankfully it's clean as a whistle, barely any stray toilet paper on the floor, in fact there was none. But not polished to the point where Vi could slip on her footing as she slid her pants down to her knees. And as expected, with a single shivered touch, her boxers were soaked.
Vi was quick to scour your pages on only fans for a video, tumblr for a gif or picture. Her hand drifts in between her legs, finding herself radiating great warmth, only from a few pics of you. She’d trace a finger down her mound feeling soft plushness, hips bucking from the slight friction. Pussy antsy to be touched. Her finger tips trailed lower and lower, swearing she had forgotten how to breathe.
Watching you bend over, perfect pretty pussy, shaped nicely in some pink cotton panties..
In Vi’s mind she wanted to grab those panties, stretch them until they digged deep into your wet cunt, pulling them back ‘n forth to create some friction for your whiney clit. Hearing you moan for her to fuck you..
Gods, the thought of it all, encircling her own clit, heavy pants coming out feverishly..
All nice and ready to really start fucking herself silly in this bathroom— until, a loud bang hits the wall! Almost making her drop her phone. Gripping it tightly, her heart froze and her body shook..
What the actual fuck?!
She had no choice but to stop, a full blown stop, not only did it caught her off guard, but.. it ruined the mood for her..
She may be a pervert but she’s not going to masturbate to a random stranger's voice in a bathroom. It would haunt her for decades.
“I told you to stop calling me!” And that loud voice.. that very voice sounds almost like— well you. Supernova. However angry.. an angry version of your voice. The same person that she’s been undoing her loose ribbons for. And hearing that alone made her clit throb. Biting her quivering lip, squeezing her phone just a tad bit more, needing to hear that voice a bit longer..
.. I’m better than this.. I should be minding my business.
Except she couldn’t, not hearing a voice like that. Her ears were begging to hear. More of you, not even realizing that it could be you. Her hands were nervous to move at all. Still and frozen is all she could do while she heard you go off on whoever pissed you off.
“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are,"
“In fact, you are so lucky that I haven’t called a restraining order against you.”
The voice continued. Vi was basically your passerby diary at this point, with how little detail but so much information she was getting. She tried her absolute best not to make a single sound, and struggling to keep her pants from falling all the way down.
“Yeah, whatever. Of course blame it on me, as if I never did shit for you.”
With a beep, hanging up on the person. They heaved out a long sigh.. not letting a beat pass as they gathered themselves to leave, the sound of their heels bouncing off wall to wall, fading into silence again.
Wiping a dramatic tear a of sweat from her forehead Vi,
Dressed herself back up, quickly washed her hands, and left the room too. And for a second.. she saw someone in the corner of her eyes standing next to the bathroom door. Their eyes glassy, tears bubbling up to the brim of their waterlines.
It’s none of her business.
She does nothing. If anything Vi was hoping that person didn’t notice she was in there with them. Listening to them argue like some soap opera.
Walking back to her seat as if nothing ever happened. Viktor and Jayce were missing, that should mean that the announcement for their new invention and promotion should be starting soon..
The lights gradually dimmed, as the curtain slowly opened to reveal the duo. Usually promotions are not this big of a deal but for their company, it sure as hell is.
She’s supposed to keep her eye on her friends, to keep an eye on the speech, but her eyes wander. Wandering to that bathroom door, in search of that person..but, they were nowhere to be found.
Though, Vi tried her best not to meddle with the affairs of some random person. She couldn’t help but wonder. What happened? Who were you what was your story, and why.. did you sound exactly like.. her?
Were you her?
But, who could ask after the shame and guilt she felt rain over her thinking back that she masturbated in that bathroom. Regardless that she didn’t finish, regardless she listened to her morals first by refusing to masturbate to a total strangers voice in that very bathroom. (Literally that would be beyond fucked up) However It didn’t matter that she stopped. Its the fact she wasn’t at home to do it. The bathroom may have been clean, but she felt as though she made it dirty. As if she just proved everyone right in this building that she doesn’t belong.
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mdni. sub-bottom vi. fem-top reader. mild age gap (vi is older than you). strap-on referred to as cock.
synopsis: you can’t seem to stay away from your best friend’s older sister.
you tell yourself that it’s a fleeting crush, one that will fade with time, but it never does—not when vi tousles your hair in passing, when she drapes one of her strong arms around your shoulders, when she teases you in that low, knowing voice that makes heat coil in your belly. each gesture is small, yet tectonic—a slow erosion of your resolve.
then, the line you swore you’d never cross fades into obscurity, because vi is lying beneath you in her childhood bed, keening every time your cock stabs meanly into her cervix. maybe it’s her punishment for keeping your relationship a secret, or maybe you just like the way her breath catches in high, broken notes.
vi’s bedroom is a capsule of the past—neglected ever since she moved out. dusty corners, sun-faded posters, decade-old sheets that cling uncomfortably to damp skin. although, you hardly notice it; all you can focus on is vi—her rosy cheeks, her blown pupils, her trembling muscles. violet, violet, violet.
”baby,” vi breathes, wrecked, reverent. “fuuuck, fuck—please!”
she’s so cute, so sweet for you. you feel the sudden urge to trail soft kisses down her neck; a tenderness that’s at odds with the way you’re fucking her like a whore.
of course, guilt lingers in the back of your mind, takes a shadowy shape in the corner of the room, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. powder will be pissed when she finds out, but how can she expect you to stay away from her sister when vi spreads her legs so eagerly for you? when her little hole is so needy for your cock? this was inevitable.
“hnnghh! ohhh, shit—haaah!” she pants as you rock your hips.
it almost doesn’t feel real—like some fever dream your mind conjured up, because there’s no way you’re actually fucking your best friend’s big, bad older sister, turning her into a mewling kitten on your cock. but it’s clear this is no figment of your imagination. you can feel it with the way vi’s calloused fingers bite into your skin like anchors, trying to keep herself tethered, and how she pants against your neck.
winding your hips back, you groan at the way vi’s pussy is clinging onto your strap. it’s rather adorable that she has such a desperate little cunt. who would’ve guessed that vi, all sharp edges and snarled confidence, would melt into such a docile sweetheart when she has her hole filled? when the right button is pressed against deep inside her gummy walls?
her cheap, rickety twin-bed slams against the wall with each thrust, loud and jarring like the bang of a gunshot. “unghh! not so rough, fuck—“ vi gasps.
jeez, vi is ridiculous, acting as if you don’t know exactly what she needs. you have her memorized. if anything, she needs it rougher; you’re being far too tender. still, it’s cute and mildly humorous when vi acts like her pussy isn’t desperate for you, like you don’t know how to fuck her correctly, as if you don’t know her body better than she does. it’s evident that you’re the only one able to fill her cunt just right—scratching the itch that she, herself, can’t even reach.
“shhh,” you whisper placably, palm clasping over her mouth. “you don’t want your sister to hear us, right?”
she stiffens beneath you, almost imperceptibly, as though some buried instinct is still trying to protest. her eyes flash with something fractured—shame, arousal, both—and her nose crinkles beneath your palm.
“can we—unghh, fuck—not talk about that right now?” vi says, muffled and raspy. then she keens when the pad of your thumbs finds her clit, pressing down with perfect, punishing precision.
snickering, you rub her bundle of nerves quicker.
“relax, vi. just feel me. you’re doing so good,” you coo, low and coaxing. vi whimpers like a stray dog—big, blue puppy eyes and all.
“god, you’re—mhgnn—annoying,” she replies abashedly.
“mmm, so mouthy, vi.”
still, despite how wrong this all is, a dark thrill coils in your chest as you watch vi’s internal struggle—how she tries so hard to resist your temptations, clings to the idea of being a good big sister—but vi’s body always betrays her in the end, and her pussy abruptly paints your abdomen in her saccharine squirt.
a/n: i’m moving this fic from my current blog to my archived works, don’t mind me…
Warnings: college au, sophomore year, rugby player! Vi, glee kid theater nerd! reader, reader is a dramatic worrywart, reader has a hard time taking test, tutor! vi, friends to lovers, slow burn, praise, small touching, lil groping, vi teases reader
Genre: fluff, steamy makeout
A/n: inspo by the song Apple Cider and me missing glee 🥀, hard writing college au’s in college cause it reminds me of some of the experiences I’m not having🧘🏿♀️
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You know her, I mean what lesbian on campus doesn’t? Whether you think she’s hot, you need her help or you think she’s hot; everyone knows vi.
She's a star rugby player and makes every game count! Academically she stands out in class, unafraid to share an opinion. Perception is afraid of her.
On the other hand, you aren't as liked. It doesn't bother you, but you can see the upsides to being well received.
To describe you as talkative is an understatement! Finding any and anyone to talk to at any given moment. You're just a strong-minded woman with a lot of opinions! No one really cares for that as much as they say they do.
It's a strength in the theater! Where chatter, curiosity and advocation work in your favor. However, all that thinking causes some confusion in your literature class. Everything is open-ended, interpretation plagues your mind and muddles your words. Harms your grades on standardize testing!
So, you got paired up with vi at the student center. Which is complicated. Vi can be a nice person but she's also stand-offish. Untouchable unless she wants to touch.
That intimates you. What if she doesn't like you and you’re stuck with her? What if she thinks you're stupid? What if she can't even tutor you because she's caught up in girls?
A lot of these "worries" are assumptions on her character, but it still makes your chest pang and your throat tight.
It flies out the window when you’re on her bed. Vi’s dorm is a solo suite; lucky.
She told you that she prefers to tutor somewhere comfortable as it helps her stay focused. The ambiance of low music from her speakers and the blows of the warm flame from her lavender candles all making a safe atmosphere.
Vi is wearing a hoodie with her number on it, sweatpants and cozy red socks. She feels a little too relaxed next to you. Your outfit full of whimsy and frills. Always choosing to dress up no matter the occasion. Your stocking covered feet swinging slightly as you get adjusted on the bed.
What she can’t take her eyes off of is your hair. The style suits your features, your bang pinned to the side. She never realized how pretty your eyes are. Never gets the chance to with how you usually hide your face.
Her eyes seep into your soul as she pays attention to your body language.
Your manicured fingers play with the edge of your skirt when you think you’ll say something stupid. You’ll cross your legs and purse your lips is you’re focusing. Mumble the words she’s saying so you can really comprehend what’s being said.
You’re so cute. Too cute, it throws her off.
She clears her throat, “I think that’s good enough for today.” Vi curtly closes her book. You make an “o” with your mouth and nod.
“Are you sure you need tutoring? I mean you seem like you get the content.” Vi ask as she puts her hair up.
Your eyes flicker to her wrist, something about the sliver of her tattoo showing making your heart jump.
“I get the content but as soon as I get to the test it’s like I never attended the class!” A pout found your lips, almost asking for a kiss in Vi’s eyes.
“I see. We’ll work on that next time yeah?” Her voice lowering towards the end of her sentence.
“Yeah” you say as you put your shoes back on. When you reach for your tote bag, she hands it to you with a quiet “here you go.”
For a second you read into it before convincing yourself she’s just being nice.
“Your hairs cute” vi says as you step through the threshold. You look over your shoulder and say, “thanks, nice hoodie” before entering the elevator.
Was that flirting or a compliment?
That’s something you question every-time you two meet up. More like when she’d pop up on you. Making time to see you.
You really didn’t need extended tutoring more an explanation and some praise to calm your anxiety’s.
Praise is all vi could shower you with.
“Good job angel”, “see all you needed to do is breathe baby”, “that’s my smart girl”
The same went for you, making sure to stop by her practices. Cheering her on then asking her to check your homework.
“That’s my girl” is all she’d hear. It makes her want you to come to her games but that’s pushing it. You’re just casual friends, games are for girlfriends everyone knows that. Doesn’t stop her from giving you the hoodie with her number on it.
Her mouth almost fell off the day she saw you walking with your theater friends wearing the hoodie with that hairstyle. Adorn with your flare.
She appreciates your fashion to a point she doesn’t imagine you naked. Not that she didn’t want to see you naked.
Didn’t help that you ran up to her and jumped on her that day. Passing a big test. Swiftly her strong hand cup your thighs with a little squeeze.
“We did it! I thought I was gonna fail but I breathed and I thought of you and I fucking did it!” You scream, granted her ears do hurt but it’s you. She’d do anything for you.
“You thought of me superstar?” A rasp flowing out her cocky grin.
“Stop calling me that” you mutter as you get out of her arms. Fluster that she could hold you that long. You know she’s strong but now you could feel how strong she is.
“We have to celebrate!” You exclaim, “let’s go to that taco truck you mentioned the other day.” Your hands find hers, tugging on them a little.
“You sure you don’t want to go with your friends?” She tilted her head to the little group watching and smiling. “I see them more than I see you so…”
“So you wanna see me more?”
“Of course I do” you say in a soft hush, feeling that old tightness in your throat.
Her grin turned to a wobbly smile. Some blush highlighting the tip of her ears. Without a word she interlocks herself with you and takes you to her car.
It was a bit of drive so it was a good time to really talk. You’ve gotten to know each other in-between studying but nothing serious just fluff.
“So how’s your sister doing?” Her shoulder gets a little tense but she tells you that she’s good. That she’s enjoying being back home. You’re not sure on what the relationship is there but one day vi had to run out and get her.
“I appreciate you asking. I actually think you’d like her.” She whispered, eyes flickering over at you.
“I’d love to meet her one day.”
“Yeah, one day”
The car fell into a comfortable silence, Vi’s phone playing magic man throughout the car.
“Any solo’s coming up superstar?” When her ears weren’t meant with a pitch defying squeal, she looked over to see you’ve drifted off to sleep. Remembering your comment about motion sickness.
At a red light, vi used her knuckles to caress your face. Just wanting to touch you. Feel your skin against hers without fear; fear of rejection.
Sleepily you turn into her hand, nuzzling it. “We there?” You mumble, those beautiful lips capture Vi’s gaze.
“Um no, just uh wanted to get an eyelash off your face see?” Quickly she plucked a lash and blew it off. Feeling like an idiot because of course you felt that so she removed her hand and drove.
“Y’know you could’ve just said, hey I wanted to touch you so I did.” You look at your compact to make your lashes look good still.
“Then I want to touch you so.”
You clamp it close and look at her.
Another silence, not so comfortable more of a tension, “do you mean-”
“I mean it” she looks at you as she reverses into a parking spot. Arm around your seat. Oh how you want to bite her bicep.
The walk to the truck had some static, it got worse when the woman assumed you were a couple.
Neither of you said anything against it.
The tacos were eaten in silence besides the occasional “mhm” when you swap.
Maybe five more minutes and you’d be back on campus. You reach for her hand and she gives it to you. “How come you’re single? I mean I’ve heard the player rumors but I don’t see that for you?”
“Always so inquisitive!”
“Is that a big word for you?” You mock with a pout, playfully she lifts your intertwined hands and bites your knuckles. You lean over and bite her cheek.
“I almost crashed the car geez” she slows down the car, “and you didn’t so it’s okay.”
She’s been anticipating your face that close to hers and you ripped it away.
“I’ve been single because I’ve been waiting on this one girl.”
“Who?” She cocked her head to the side, and gave you a face that made you feel stupid.
You’d never just assume it’s you! She knows a lot of people.
“Be quiet for the rest of the ride” she said with a chuckle. Of course you listened. You listen to her for the most part.
The walk to your dorm is quiet, gnawing at you to ask her again.
Your hand in her butt pocket and hers around your waist.
“Is it me?” You whisper when you reach your door.
She lets you go and pins you against the door, soft enough to not alarm your roommates but hard enough for you to let out a gasp.
Her face lowers into yours and whispers, “yes dummy” against your lips.
That’s all you needed!
Softly you press your lips against her, arms wrapping around vi’s neck.
The kiss spread a warmth through your chest and an excited path to your heat.
Vi pressed her body against yours, a moan falling from her lips when you stick your tongue in her mouth. The two of you smile as you pull away, “want you against the door” you whisper and she listens.
Your lips lock again and your tongue slip against each other. Your hands travel underneath her shirt and go underneath her sports bra. Kneeling the fat of her big breast.
A small fuck left vi as her arms wrap around you one hand lowering to squeeze your ass.
Spit dribbled down her chin as you suck on her tongue. Fighting everything to keep your hand from going south.
Your nails pinch her nipples making her whine a bit louder, “moan my name” you whisper, eyes half lidded.
When those heavenly noises hit your ears you have to pull back. You want something good with vi and don’t want to fuck her against a door for the first time. Maybe the third?
“No come back” vi whines as she reaches out for you. You kiss that pout off her face. “Mhm clean yourself up.” You hand her a napkin in your purse.
“Not good to fuck early, so goodnight” you say in a singsong voice. “Text me when you make it in”
She nods distantly, but doesn’t let go of your hand.
“Sleepover?” You ask, feeling like you’re leaving your puppy outside your bedroom door.
“Please?” Her voice cracks a little, mostly from her throat being hoarse.
As you open the door, your roommates were right there, listening the whole time.
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A/n: I really hope y’all like this one! I had so much fun writing it! Honestly one of my new favorite vi’s! Mwah xoxo; also I’m tryna keep on schedule but I’ll sprinkle in more Leah!
Loser Vi who begs to eat you out, knees red from kneeling on the floor, her cheeks squished between your hands as her head lays on your thigh. Her puppy eyes looking up at you, cheeks flushed, just begging for a taste. Pleading for it, craving nothing but the taste between your thighs. “Please, baby, please.”, “Just a taste.”, and “I need you, please.” Is all she can mutter out as she nuzzles into your thigh, inching closer and closer to your warmness. Once you finally give in and say yes, you see a shimmer in her eye as she props your legs up on her shoulders and digs in. This is what she’s been craving, her tongue feining for the feeling of your slit rubbing against it. She slips it inside you, slurping up all your wetness as she flicks against your g-spot. She’d moan desperately against your skin, nose poking your clit as she goes in deeper. She’d lick, suck, circle her tongue on your clit like it was her last meal, making sure to leave nothing behind. She’d look up at you, puppy eyes now full of desire and love, having no intentions of coming up for air, no matter how much she might need to. She’d groan out in pain and pleasure as you pull on her hair, directing her on which spots felt the best. You’d coo at her, saying how cute she looked nose deep inside your cunt. Telling her how much of a desperate girl she was, not being able to keep her tongue off you. She’d be soaking wet now, her hips bucking at nothing as she continues to slurp you up. Her slobber and your wetness would cling from her jaw, dripping along the floor. Her moans would be louder than yours, her hand slipping down her undies to rub her swollen clit. She’d grip onto your thigh, nails digging into your skin, back arching as she felt herself reaching her climax, feeling your own creeping up too. You’d both come at the same time, you inside her mouth, and her inside her boxers. Panting, she’d look up at you, eyes lowered, mouth glistening with your juices, and smiling. You could tell she drunk off of nothing but you.
𖦹 warnings: sub!vi x dom!reader, strap referred to as cock/length, vi fat butt worship hehe
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vi’s ass would definitely be a big part of your relationship. hell, both metaphorically and literally. you’d always catch yourself drifting off into it, mindlessly staring like some kind of pervert the second she’d turn around. tight pants hugging her curves just right, plump ass cheeks practically on display just for you.
it didn’t take much before you’d remember her being bent over, nails clawing at the kitchen counter, gripping as best on it she could while you completely obliterated her pussy with your strap. she was cocky at first, swearing how you wouldn’t be able to make her submit, but look at her now.
knees buckled, back arched, making ungodly noises as her eyes rolled back, tongue lapped out as the shlick noises of her wetness coat the 9 inch toy. her tight hole was completely savoring you, sucking it back in for more any time you leaned back. her ass had recoil to it, your hips slapping into it harshly just to watch it jiggle as she whorishly took every inch of your length.
“Mmh, so—so f-fuckin’ deep!” vi would struggle out, her guttural moans cutting up her sentences. she always swore your goal was to reach her cervix, and secretly, it totally fucking was. you’d reach over and push down on the bulge poking out of her lower tummy, her noises growing increasingly louder and whinier at the feeling of you filling up every inch of her. “D-Don’t press—down—fuck!”
“Oh, but don’t you hear yourself, pretty girl? Shh, listen,” you’d tease, fingers digging into her skin as you gripped onto her hips, grinding harder to accentuate the noises of her wet cunt and the clap of juicy ass cheeks against you. “Sounds so good. Love this ass—” you started, your palm meeting her right cheek with a harsh slap! “You fucking love this, don’t you? Say it.”
“I love this—guh!—fuckin’ love this so much,” she babbled out the best she could. vi’s walls clamped down around your length, whole body spasming as cum dripped on the floor, gushing around your cock as she reached her climax. “L-Love you inside of me! Love—you—s’much!”
your daydream would be cut short by your girlfriend looking over, noticing how you stopped responding to her, eyes still locked on the one body part of hers that drove you mad. “Babe?”
vi followed your eyes down, scoffing at your obvious gaze, not even trying to hide it. she turned around and crossed her arms, eyebrow raised. “Hey, pervert! My eyes are up here.”
you shook your head, snapping out of your horny ridden daze, meeting her eyes as you smiled oh so innocently. “Yeah? And your ass is down there, you know.”
loser vi headcannons because i can't get enough of her ♡
｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who constantly needs to be in your space. has to lay her head on your stomach and write notes when you're studying together. has you slumped on her chest when she's playing a game on her ps4 (the sims, introducing you to her lesbian cat couple) or telling you to stop laughing at her when she gets stuck on a hard part in tlou.
loser vi who's so pussy drunk it's almost unbelievable. she's constantly asking to eat you out and giving you her puppy eyes, unzipping your jeans or pulling up your mini skirt with side of her face resting against your plush thigh. she can never chose between sucking and licking at your clit or fucking you with her tongue, acting like every time she eats pussy will be her last.
loser vi who has a kink for hair pulling (WHAT who said that...)
loser vi who gets a sore throat from moaning so much when you tug at her cherry pink hair, her hands holding onto the creaking headboard of her bed for support whilst you're fucking her from behind. she always complains about it after, making you baby her when she's sucking on one of those black current difflam lollies.
loser vi who's always washing and using those jewellery cleaning cloths on her rings after she's been around you because half the time she doesn't bother taking her rings off when she fingers you. partly because she can't be fucked, partly because you need her too bad, and party because the cold metal of them feels so good. you just have to try the same with her and watch how her face scrunches up when she feels the promise ring she got you in her pussy!!
loser vi who writes down every single time you two are gonna hang out, go on a date, meet, whatever on her calender with little hearts around your name, esp your birthday!! she is such a lover girl.
loser vi who squirts so easily. you'd be having a quickie in the bathroom of her dads bar after you told your friends the two of you were gonna have a cigarette and freshen up. miss girl is STRUGGLING to not moan or whine too loudly when her jeans and boxers are pulled down enough for you to press your nose to her clit when you're lapping at her pussy, laughing at her when she does squirt after you've cleaned her up.
loser vi who feels like she can cry every time she sees you and powder getting along. the two of you are so so important to her and she's so grateful that you two share so many interests together.
loser vi who's world revolves around your boobs. grabs them and puts her head under your shirt to kiss at them and bury her face in between them when you're laying together. constantly shifting her gaze between your face and chest when you wear a shirt that makes them look nice. she asks you to flash her again when you're changing. can and will be grabbing them during sex, doesn't matter the position. first time she saw them it was like she's never seen a pair. she loves your boobies and has attempted to fit one in her whole mouth before.
loser vi who is a slut cockwarming. doesn't matter who's on the receiving end. she likes sitting and straddling your lap anyway, it's so much more fun when she's got your strap inside you!! will whine when you tell her she's being a good girl, asking you to put aside whatever you're doing so she can kiss you and try to get away with rocking her hips.
