#top vi

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. fem power-bottom reader. vaginal sex. breeding. p in v sex.

vi masterlist

word count: 1.5k

thinking about whiny girlcock vi, who has the most sensitive dick you’ve ever bared witness to. the two of you have been hooking up for months now and she might be the best sex you’ve ever had. her reactions are priceless too, especially when she first pops the head of her cock inside your hole and she looks like she’s ascended to heaven. you can always picture her blissed out face so clearly in your mind whenever you touch yourself.

her cock is girthy, so fat that you can’t even fit your entire hand around it, and when she’s inside you, you can feel her reach your bellybutton. plus, when she’s fucking into you, she moans as if she’s the one getting fucked. if anyone were to overhear, they’d assume those were your squeaky whimpers, the sounds of you begging.

sometimes you try to just lay back and relax, allow vi to ravage you with her cock, but then she’s breaking you out of your trance and asking if it feels good, if she’s doing it right—and you sigh because she’s so dependent on you, she needs you to tell her what to do. your pussy makes her feel dumb, it makes her brain melt out of her head.

currently, you’re in her lap, bouncing on her cock like she’s nothing more to you than a toy. you’re riding her with a maddeningly slow rhythm, just because you like the faces she makes when you do; like vi can’t decide if it feels good or if she’s going to cry out of frustration.

you whimper, clenching down hard on the thick shaft impaling you, feeling it pulse and throb inside your fluttering walls, feeling the heartbeat in the thick veins running up the sides. you grinds your hips down, taking vi as deep as she can go, loving the way that her fat cock-head kisses your cervix.

vi’s desperation is palpable, her hips twitching and jerking with the effort of holding still, of letting you set the pace. It's clear that she's absolutely dying to just grab your hips and rail into you with pathetic fervor, to fuck you through the goddamn mattress until you’re both a babbling, drooling mess. but she's trying so hard to be good, to let you use her like the fucktoy she is.

vi’s hips twitch with uncontrollable desperation against you and a sudden cry escapes her lips. “baby, fuuuck, please—just, just a little bit faster—ohh!”

“are you really going to—hmmff—going to make me tell you again, vi? stay still,” you say, grabbing her face firmly, cupping her chin so she’s forced to look up and see the disappointment in your eyes. then you lean in, capturing vi’s lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you suck the air from her lungs. you bite at vi’s bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth before soothing the sting with a kitten-lick of your tongue. she moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to her chest with frenzy of hands. “just make me come. okay, sweetheart? then we can, ahh, talk about what to do with you.”

vi chokes on a sob. her eyes, so blue, are staring at you pleadingly. “you’re so t-tight—unghhh! holy shit, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t,” she mindlessly babbles.

vi clearly doesn’t realize the strength in which she’s gripping onto your waist, because it’s hurting you, but right now you can’t even bring yourself to care enough. you’re consumed by the thought of her cock, excited to feel her come inside you, to stuff you full of her arousal. the pain at your waist stings pleasantly anyway, it makes your pussy clench around her cock harder and she gasps as if she’s been stabbed.

”shhh, i know it’s hard, baby. but you gotta—hnngh—hold it together for me, you gotta wait until i’m, ahh, ready to come. don’t you want to feel me come around your cock?”

vi’s chest is heaving and her face is flushed a deep, pretty candy-pink. she’s staring at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. she looks utterly debauched, completely lost in the feeling of your velvet heat squeezing her so fucking tight, but she nods obediently anyway. she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

”mmm, you can take it,” you say encouragingly, rubbing circles on her rosy nipples. vi’s head falls back against your headboard, moaning like she’s been gutted. you know she’s going to have a sore throat after this because she hasn’t been quiet once.

”ughh, mmmff, yes—“ vi’s moans are raspy and urgent. her breaths come out in sharp, staccato gasps and her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep them open.

you hum pleasantly, pleased to see that you’re making vi feel so good, like she’s on another astral plane. sex with her is always intimate and passionate, despite how cruel you can often be.

vi puckers her lips, tilting her chin up to capture your own in a slow, deep kiss. it’s a stark contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses you shared earlier. your tongue traces the seam of vi’s lips, coaxing them apart, and then you’re slipping inside to stroke along vi’s own tongue, tasting her, savoring her.

vi whimpers into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself in the sensual slide of your mouths. she can taste herself on your tongue from an hour ago, when you had her cock down your throat. the lingering flavor of her own arousal mixes with the unique taste that is purely you, and it makes her head spin with desire.

pulling away, you pepper kisses down her neck—vi is sensitive everywhere, not just her cock. you suck more bruises into her flesh, laving your tongue over older marks that are beginning to fade away.

vi gasps sharply. she’s always been a sucker for neck kisses.

then, despite your numerous warnings this entire time, vi’s cock starts swelling as her orgasm approaches faster. you can feel her skin buzzing and you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, to remind her that you haven’t come yet, until she starts thrusting her hips up into your with abandon. you bite your tongue, holding onto her broad shoulders for dear life. your breasts bounce right in her face.

”yes, yes—oh my god, yes!” you cry, and you’re close, you can feel electricity starting in your toes and making its way up your body. 

vi’s back is arching off your headboard, her toes are curling in the sheets. her toned body withers beneath you, the muscles in her arms flexing as she starts to lose herself in the intense pleasure radiating from her core.

“fuck me, fuck me—nghhh, fuck me!” vi is chanting, then her words dissolve into a soundless scream of ecstasy as her climax crashes over her. 

vi’s entire body tenses up; she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her cock erupts like a volcano inside your pussy, jet after jet of white-hot come filling your womb. she’s shamelessly painting your insides white and her eyes are rolled back in bliss, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a dumb puppy. she’s completely lost in the throes of her orgasm; she’s dizzy with the pleasure wracking her body.

you have no choice but to clench down hard on vi’s spasming cock, milking it for her entire creamy load. you grind down hard on her twitching shaft, taking every last inch of it inside your pussy. you want to feel vi’s come sloshing around in your stuffed cunt, you want to be absolutely filled with her essence.

vi’s cock gives a few more feeble pulses inside your hot, clenching cunt before finally starting to soften, the thick shaft slumping heavily against your stuffed walls.

that’s when you begin to orgasm on her cock, while she’s sensitive and exhausted, and vi lets out a sob when she feels your pussy walls contracting around her. it’s her punishment for coming before you. and you redouble your efforts, slamming your hips down with a brutal, punishing force that has the headboard slamming against the wall.

“ohhh, vi—mmf! feels so good, babe,” you moan, rolling your hips fast and uncoordinated. you’re grinding down on her so hard that you can feel her heavy balls slap against your ass, the ones that emptied her thick load inside you.

vi grips onto your waist, trying to pull you off her cock with hazy eyes, but you shove her hands away until you’re completely satisfied. vi lets out a garbled moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. every time you roll your hips and drop them into her lap, it sounds like you’re jumping in a puddle of rain outside; because vi’s lap is completely drenched in your wetness, her fat loads of come are messily spilling out around her cock, too much to fit inside you—making the mess even worse.

“fuuck—unngh!” vi sobs.

when you’re done, you collapse against vi’s chest. she looks utterly ruined, completely fucked out and satisfied in a way that makes your heart clench with possessive pride. vi sits there, utterly boneless and spent.

you don’t have the heart to be mad at her.

(2/4/25)

[charayy]

Check On It

“Sevika wakes up to Vi touching her and she can’t help but give in.”

Sevika x Vi (wc: 1.8K)

Tags: adult content (explicit sex), Top!Vi, Bottom!Sevika, morning sex, established relationship, cunnilingus, fingering.

A/N: another request I got here! It made me realize I haven’t done any top vi x bottom Sevika so I got to it! Sorry it’s short. Enjoy!

The first thing Sevika registered was warmth. Not the gentle, ambient heat of their apartment, but a pointed, deliberate pressure that bloomed between her legs. She came awake in stages, like surfacing from deep water. The predawn light was a bruised purple at the edges of the blinds, casting familiar geometric patterns across the rumpled sheets.

And Vi was already awake, of course. A restless, impossible creature. Sevika could feel her girlfriend’s smaller, yet strong body curled against her back, one arm thrown possessively over Sevika’s hip. But the real focus was down below. Vi’s fingers, calloused from her workshop but nimble as a pickpocket’s, were tracing idle circles through the damp cotton of Sevika’s sleep shorts.

“Jesus Vi, I haven’t even woken up,” Sevika’s voice was a gravelly rumble, still thick with sleep. She didn't open her eyes, just let her head fall back against the pillow.

Vi’s breath was a puff of hot air against the nape of her neck. “So? I wanted to,” A thumb pressed down, firmer this time, right over her clit through the fabric. “Besides, you were making noise in your sleep. Moaning. Thought you might want help with that.”

A low chuckle vibrated in Sevika’s chest. “Don’t flatter yourself, kid. I was probably dreaming about kicking your ass at pool again.”

“Mmm…no,” Vi’s other hand snaked around, slipping under the hem of Sevika’s shirt to find the soft, supple weight of her breast. She palmed it, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it pebbled against her palm. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, pure honey and gravel. “You were making these pretty little sounds. The ones you make when I’m eating you out and you’re trying not to beg.”

Sevika’s breath hitched. Goddamn her. Vi knew every button, every trigger, every weak point. The confidence she had was irritating as hell, and it also made Sevika’s pussy clench with a helpless, immediate want. She hated how easily Vi could unravel her. She was unlike any of her previous partners.

“Okay, fine then. Keep going.” Sevika challenged, finally rolling onto her back to face her. The move was deliberate, a concession. An invitation.

Vi’s grin was a slash of white in the dim light. “Of course, Sev.”

In one fluid motion, Vi straddled her, settling her weight over Sevika’s hips. Her thighs, powerful and corded with muscle, bracketed Sevika’s body. She was all wiry strength above her, pink hair a messy halo around her sharp yet soft, beautiful face. She ducked her head, and Sevika met her halfway, their mouths finding the other.

Sevika’s hands came up to grip Vi’s ass, pulling her down harder, grinding her hips up in a slow, dirty circle. The friction was delicious, the thin fabric of their shorts doing nothing to mute the heat or the growing slickness between Sevika’s own thighs. The sunlight seeping through blinds decorated their lazy body’s wrapped around bundled covers, the birds outside chirping a relaxing record for them. They continued to move against each other, their tease irresistible for both of them.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Vi gasped against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her eyes, usually a vibrant blue, were dark and hazy with lust. “Show me how much you want it.” She braced her hands on the headboard, caging Sevika in.

Vi didn’t wait for an answer, though. She shifted back, her deft fingers hooking into the waistband of Sevika’s shorts. Sevika lifted her hips, an easy, practiced motion, and Vi peeled the damp cotton down her legs, tossing them carelessly over the side of the bed.

The cool morning air kissed Sevika’s slick pussy, making her shiver. Vi’s gaze was a physical weight, hot and possessive. She took her time looking, dragging her eyes over the dark thatch of hair, the flushed, swollen lips of Sevika’s cunt. “Fuck, Sev. You’re dripping already.”

Then Vi was on her, her mouth replacing her fingers with a shocking, wet heat. No teasing, no preamble. She sealed her lips over Sevika’s clit and sucked.

A choked sound tore from Sevika’s throat. Her back arched off the mattress, her fingers tangling in Vi’s pink hair, gripping hard enough to make the other woman grunt. Vi didn’t let up. She worked Sevika’s clit with the flat of her tongue, then the tip, alternating between broad, firm strokes and tight, fast flicks. Her hands spread Sevika’s thighs wide, holding her open, completely exposed. The sounds were obscene—the wet, rhythmic slurping of Vi’s mouth, Sevika’s ragged breaths, the creak of the bedframe.

Sevika let her head fall back, losing herself in the pleasure. The girl was good. Insanely good. But she was forgetting one thing.

“Fingers,” Sevika commanded, her voice strained but unwavering. “Now.”

Vi lifted her head, her chin and lips glistening with Sevika’s arousal. A smirk played on her lips. She purposely hesitated, tilting her head to the left. “Say please?”

“Don’t push your luck, Vi.” The warning was clear.

The smirk widened, but she obeyed. Two slender, calloused fingers slid inside Sevika with no resistance. Her pussy swallowed them greedily, clamping down tight. Vi set a merciless rhythm, curling her fingertips just so to press against that sensitive spot on her front wall while her tongue returned to its assault on her clit.

It was a perfect, coordinated attack. Too perfect. Sevika felt the coil tightening in her belly, the familiar, blinding edge of release approaching. Not yet.

“Stop,” she breathed.

Vi’s movements stilled instantly. She looked up, a flash of confusion and challenge in her eyes. She didn’t pull her fingers out, just held them there, a deep, potent pressure inside Sevika’s cunt. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Sevika’s hand tightened in Vi’s pinkishhair, pulling her head up, forcing her to meet Sevika’s gaze. Vi’s lips were coated in her wetness. “I’m telling you when I come. Got it?”

Understanding, followed by a grin, dawned on Vi’s face. “Yeah,” she breathed, the word puffing against Sevika’s core. “Got it.”

“Good. Now keep going. But slower.”

Vi obeyed, but the pace she set was absolutely calculated torture. Her fingers withdrew almost completely before gliding back in, a slow, deliberate drag that made Sevika’s toes curl. Her tongue lapped at Sevika’s clit in long, lazy strokes, savoring the taste. Every thrust, every flick of her tongue was a question, and Sevika was the one holding the answer if she liked it or loved it. She dictated the rhythm with the tug of Vi’s hair, the roll of her hips, the quiet sighs of approval or the sharp intake of breath that meant ‘more, faster, now.’

Vi’s free hand roamed, mapping the terrain of Sevika’s body. She stroked the strong muscles of Sevika’s inner thighs, scraped her nails lightly over the sensitive brown skin of her hips. She kneaded the flesh of Sevika’s ass, pulling her closer, deeper.

Time seemed to warp and stretch, defined only by the steady build of pleasure. Sevika closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations—the wet heat of Vi’s mouth, the fullness of her fingers, the growing tension winding tighter and tighter in her core. She could feel Vi’s own arousal in the way she shifted her hips, in the desperate little sounds she made in the back of her throat as she ate Sevika out with single-minded devotion.

“Another finger,” Sevika demanded, her voice hoarse.

Vi added a third, stretching her wide. The stretch was a perfect, sweet ache, and Sevika rocked her hips down to meet each thrust, taking Vi’s fingers deeper. The pressure against her inner walls was immense, and Vi’s tongue was flicking relentlessly at her clit now, no longer slow and lazy but focused and fast. She was waiting for the signal. For permission.

The coil snapped. “Don’t stop,” Sevika gasped, her thighs trembling. “Right there, fuck, Vi—don’t stop—”

Vi doubled down, sucking hard on her clit, her fingers pumping into her at that same demanding pace, hitting that spot over and over until Sevika’s vision went white. Her orgasm tore through her, a violent, shuddering wave that started in her clit and radiated through her entire body. Her back bowed off the bed, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as her cunt spasmed around Vi’s fingers, a gush of wetness flooding the other woman’s hand.

Vi worked her through it, milking every last aftershock until Sevika’s body went limp, boneless against the mattress, a fine sheen of sweat cooling on her skin. She felt drunk, deliciously wrecked.

Finally, Vi released her. She gently withdrew her fingers, but not before giving one last, slow lick to clean up the mess she’d made. Vi crawled back up Sevika’s body, her face flushed and triumphant. She collapsed onto her side, propping her head up on her hand.

Despite their morning breath, they kissed again—slow, deep, and tasting of Sevika. Vi slipped her tongue into Sevika’s mouth, letting her taste herself, a move that was both possessive and intimate.

“Look at you,” Vi murmured, her thumb stroking Sevika’s cheek. “All fucked out.”

A lazy, satisfied smile played on Sevika’s lips. Her own hand drifted down, finding the hem of Vi’s sleep-shorts. Her fingers ghosted over the damp patch at the crotch, feeling the heat radiating from Vi’s own neglected pussy. “Let me,” Sevika rasped, her voice still thick with post-orgasm bliss. She was ready to return the favor, to spend the next hour making Vi see stars.

But Vi caught Sevika's wrist, kissing it softly. "Don't worry about it," she said with affectionate smugness. "I'll get mine later."

Sevika's brow furrowed in confusion as Vi rolled on top of her, pinning one wrist above her head. Vi's free hand slid down Sevika's body, fingers tracing light lines until they found her wet folds again. It was not to fuck her, but to explore, to remind her who belonged to whom. Vi's index finger slipped through cum-slick folds, circling Sevika's clit without quite touching. The slow, possessive reclamation sent warm pleasure through Sevika's veins.

They kissed deeply, languidly, Vi tasting of Sevika's release and coffee. Vi's fingers continued their unhurried exploration, mapping every contour just because she could. Just as Sevika's hips began seeking more pressure, an alarm peered through their coordinated intimacy.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Vi froze, nose wrinkling. "Fucking…ugh.”

Sevika groaned, silencing the 7:00 AM alarm. The magical bubble of their bed had popped, letting in work reality.

Vi rolled off with a huff. "So stupid… worst timing ever."

Sevika propped herself up, gaze dropping to the damp patch on Vi's shorts. "Later," she promised, voice serious. Sevikas hand curled around Vi’s neck, her thumb caressing her cheek. “When I get home, I’ll get you back."

Vi captured her thumb, sucking it. "You better not be late, then. Because I wanted to do a lot more to you.”

Sevika leaned in for a hard quick kiss that was a pact sealed with plump lips. "I’ll make sure, baby. "

Reluctantly, she threw off the covers and stood, feeling Vi's appreciative gaze on her naked form. "Like what you see?"

"Always," Vi replied. She found a shirt on the floor—unsure if it was hers or Sevikas—and began putting it on. “But I'll like it more tonight when it's pinned under me."

Sevika chuckled, walking toward the bathroom with Vi's eyes on her—a palpable promise of what would happen the second she returned home.

Request are open! Ask me to write anything! I will most gladly do it

[inaccuratearcane]

From what I’ve seen, Vi is either a huge pleasure dom or the most pathetic pillow princess ever. There is no in-between. Idk what to tell you. I saw the prison scene and I saw a clip of her getting the shit beat out of her. These are what my assumptions are based on.

[sadlesbian777]

[anexcellentshot]

three o’clock appointment (oneshot) - AO3

Summary: Vi has an intimate meeting with Jinx’s new psychiatrist, Dr. Caitlyn Kiramman.

Pairing: Caitlyn/Vi (Arcane)

Chapter: 1/1

WC: 2,816

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut, porn without plot, doctor!caitlyn, modern AU, staying quiet, strap ons, not beta read, power bottom caitlyn, top vi, bottom caitlyn

Notes: originally planned as a longer oneshot, so it miiight end up a series of oneshots!

[earphoneboners]

I wrote the hex strap fic

I apologise for NOTHING

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[yourehotcupcakke]

being a top!vi stan in this world full of bottom!vi believers is not for the weak

[kirammilkers]

netflix brasil teasing top vi on twitter… top vi gang are we ready to party?