summary · you're obsessed with vi in boxers. vi's obsessed with you.
watch out · butch!vi, fem!reader, mentions of boxers, smut, lemon, nsfw, requested, fanart @captainlion04, a/n — not gonna lie I forgot how to private a post bare. yeah you can't private answers apparently so I'm just gonna write it here... step by step... ignore me ok?
you had a problem—a serious problem. one that trumped all your past, present, and future problems, one that was irritating—well, no; irresistible.
your girlfriend in boxers.
it had always been sort of a thing for you, there was no doubt about it, but you hadn't thought it was this big of a thing. now, vi's walking around the house in nothing but boxers, a loose white tee shirt, and plain, also white socks.
parts of her tattoo are peeking out as if to taunt you even more, and you're sitting on a barstool on the island, staring holes into her back while you try not to glance down.
"you're quiet this morning, y'okay?" vi murmurs, the sound of her voice immediately followed by a pancake flipping onto the skillet after she tosses it.
"yeah I just... didn't get enough sleep. I don't know I probably just drank too much coffee again," you laugh nervously then swallow thickly.
she hums in agreement and continues her cooking, plating the pancakes before starting to fry the bacon.
you quietly slip off of the barstool and pad over to her, just lingering behind her figure. fuck, it's killing me, you think. the way her boxers hug her lower half just right, how she's so masculine and strong and can pick you up like you weigh nothing, what it would be like to suck her strap from the fly in the fr—
"cupcake?" she flicks the fire off and turns around. there's that stupid, knowing smirk on her face.
"y—yes?" you try to reply casually and fail.
she leans in just enough to brush the shell of your ear, and exhales.
you shiver at the feeling of her warm breath on your skin, hands settling on her chest.
"if you want me, you can just say that. I'll take care of you, right?" she husks.
for a second, brief thoughts of denial flash in your head. you should say you don't want her, shoukd say she shouldn't assume that, should say no, you think. but, inevitably, it's vi and you do want her and she's hot and so you lean your head up to meet her lips.
you feel her smile into the kiss and she pulls away just to murmur a "there you go, that wasn't so hard" against you before letting go fully this time and picking you up. despite your whining you let her take you wherever she is and eventually land on the bed.
you both shed your clothes like they're on fire, except for vi's boxers, of course, and she immediately starts to palm at your tits.
"you're so fuckin' pretty... so cute. I'm so lucky to have you," she exhales shakily while she alternated between squeezing and releasing the plush mounds in her hands.
you're whining by now, but you could never disrespect vi so you let her take her time with you. she leaves a trail of soft, warm kisses all the way from your neck to your hips then finally, finally rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs once.
it's only one gentle circle, but the moan that falls out of your lips is practically a yelp.
"vi," you mewl, "I need you."
she pulls back, sighs, and examines you. seconds then a minute pass, and you don't know what she's looking for but eventually she finds it and attaches the strap to herself. it slips out from the fly, just how you wanted, and plops onto your stomach with a loud smack.
"think you needa wet me up first, right honey?" she asks.
you nod submissively because of course you do and she positions herself right above your head, one hand on the bed and one on her cock as she eases it into your mouth.
you gag for a second, tears filling your eyes while she bottoms out. it was big; almost too big. with the hefty raise she'd gotten after being recruited as a full time enforcer, she'd went on a spending spree and bought all new toys. they felt and looked a lot better, but damn were some of them huge.
you adjust eventually, and with the way shes groaning it seems like maybe she can actually feel your mouth.
"oh fuck baby, s—slow down a bit, 'kay? you keep, keep bumping my clit when y'suck too deep. c'mon... just like that." she manages to get out between pants and moans.
she pulls out after she deems it wet enough and slides back and forth across your folds for a second, not entering but close enough to make you squirm and whine.
"I love you, not teasing."
"fine." she rolls her eyes.
before you can even fully comprehend what she's doing she pushes all of herself in with one swift thrust. you both moan in sync and your eyes go so far back the whites show, fingers clawing at her back while you try to adjust.
"oh my god," she practically sobs while thrusting in and out of your pretty pussy, "you're so tight ngh..."
you can barely speak so you just nod in agreement, little "ah, ah, ah!"s leaving your mouth every time she pounds into you like a cheap toy.
"you're so good f'me, taking my, my dick so well, huh? mmm, fuck! need you so bad princess," she whines then wraps her arms around you. she ruts up into you at a brutal pace, silicone cock moving in then out then back in again.
"v—i! 's too much, hngh! I'm gonna cum! please, please let me cum, pleasepleaseplea—"
"oh god baby, keep begging like that. c'mon, keep begging me."
"please let me cum, I'll be so good, I need you! need to cum, mmmm, fuck! please?"
"finish with me, please? come on, I got you baby," vi moans, speeding up to bring you both even closer to the edge.
"oh," thrust, "my," thrust, "god!" and then you were cumming so hard your vision turned white. she groans and follows suit, sinking her teeth into your shoulder.
by the time you're both finally finished, the sheets are soaking wet, you're panting, and your bodies are covered in sweat.
"maybe I should wear boxers every day."
