cw — mdni, reader is ellie's gf, vi is kinda mean, strap usage, brief spanking, hair-pulling, squirting, nerd!cuck!ellie...? anyone...?
"fuuck, look at her .."
vi laughs, her calloused hands gripping your waist as she continued her merciless pounding into your cunt. there was nothing but the sound of vi's hips colliding with your ass and the obscene squelching of your wetness filling the room as she fucked you deep into the mattress. this was all occurring right in front of your girlfriend, ellie, who had been made to watch the entire thing with her hands tied behind her back.
you were nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. sweat dripped off both of your bodies and your hair was a tangled mess from being constantly manhandled. the embarrassment of getting wrecked in view of ellie had long left your body; too drunk on the dizzying feeling of vi's thick strap hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
"you see this shit? thaat's how you make your girl feel good," vi tosses a glance at ellie, who had been subtly rubbing her thighs together for some form of friction in her dampening pants, "bet you've never gotten her this wet 'nd needy before, huh?"
vi reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back enough so you could properly look at ellie, who was gazing back at you with just as much patheticism.
"c'mon, look at your girlfriend .. let's show her the mess you're gonna make all over my dick, yeah?" vi murmurs against your ear, giving your ass a firm spank with her free hand. you let out a small, pained yelp from the impact as your noisy cunt tightens around the silicone, your orgasm rapidly approaching.
"o-oh god, ngh .. ! ellie, please .. !" you whined, your vision all watery as you tried your best to keep your eyes on her. ellie bit her bottom lip at your needy display, wanting nothing more than to break out of her restraints so she could touch you too.
"tsk, i'm the one fucking you dumb and you've got the nerve to moan her name?" vi scoffs, her thrusts somehow getting rougher. her hand comes down to rub tight circles around your aching clit, which spurs on louder moans from your throat. "go on .. look at ellie in the eyes as you cum. let her know who's making you feel this good."
you fall over the edge not long after — your cunt spasming around the strap as you squirted all over the bedsheets and vi's thighs. exhaustion immediately took over as your twitchy body melted into the sheets, too weak to hold yourself up anymore.
"h-holy shit ..." ellie murmurs in awe, watching with labored breaths as your body trembled from the intensity of your orgasm.
vi slowly pulls out of you, the base of her fake shaft covered in a ring of cream. she takes a moment to catch her breath before sitting back and leaning against the headboard, pulling your worn-out body against hers. with your back now pressed against her chest, she reaches for your thighs and spreads them apart, giving ellie the perfect view of your spent cunt that still leaked with your juices.
"get over here, ellie. gotta teach you how to eat your girl out properly, too."
summary : you and your girlfriend decide to attempt NNN, a playful bet turns into a struggle for dominance and pride. who can last the longest without giving in? who breaks first? and how hard do they snap when they lose?
pairings [SEPARATE] : sevika x reader ;; ambessa x reader ;; grayson x reader ;; vi x reader ;; caitlyn x reader
warnings : SMUT DUHH ;; men fuck off ;; strap ;; dacryphillia ;; betting ;; ambessa surviving whole month ;; rough sex ofc ;; cnc if u squint ;; multiple orgamsms ;; fingering ;; oral ;; grayson yearning !! ;; scissoring ;; crying ;; size kink ;; sub’grayson ;; pillow humping ;; sub!vi ;; talking through it ;; masturbation ;; mention of nudes ;; vibrator…
a.n : yall tell me if u like this or not (( i got sooo many requests goshh i’m overstimulated af, and their like all overdue lmao. after this i probably won’t be posting for awhile (maybe a week?)
SEVIKA ✶ 4 DAYS
day 4 is already hell.
she’s pacing more, smoking more and drinking more. jaw flexing every time you walk past her.
but she’s still talking shit like she’s got this in the bag.
“you’re gonna fold before i do.”
“im not that easily swayed, sweetheart.”
“don’t start crying when you lose.”
oh she is so cocky. so arrogant. so confident in her mental strength.
and then dinner happens. and you’re just cooking, just minding your business.
leaning forward a little, reaching into a cupboard. your back arches, shirt rides up, hips lift just slightly.
pure accident totally, right??? sure. you feel her presence behind you before she even touches you. the warm, heavy weight of her body heat, her chest to your back. her breath at your ear.
you don’t turn around. cause you already know.
her voice is low strained, already losing.
“…don’t do that, baby.”
you blink innocently, “do what?”
there’s a pause — a long one as her self control teeters.
her metal hand finds your hip, the grip is tight.
“that...teasing” she presses her hips forward to your ass and you can feel her getting more desperate as she slowly grinds on you.
“you okay over there, big girl? looks like someone’s struggling…”
she growls and her mouth is on your neck instantly— hot, messy, needy kisses. tongue. teeth. breath.
and you laugh, which that’s what snaps her.
she turns you around, lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing. pan still sizzling beside you, well dinner absolutely abandoned.
her forehead presses to yours, breathing hard, pupils dilated.
“fuck the bet, fuck the money. i can’t- can’t listen to you talk and not have you.”
there’s no slow lead-in. no hesitation. and definitely no polite asking. she’s kissing you like she’s been deprived of oxygen, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your thigh open. she’s grinding slow— grinding like she’s trying not to lose it too fast.
you murmur against her mouth, “so…does this mean i win?”
she bites your bottom lip a little too hard. “shut up and get on the bed.”
dinner? burning.
$100? long gone.
sevika? ruined.
you? oh you’re about to be.
she doesn’t just lead you to the bed.
she pushes you onto it — hands flat to your back, body following, her weight pinning you down into the mattress before you even get your bearings.
her thigh slots between yours, metal hand on the back of your head, pushing you down like she wants you to feel owned before she’s even inside you.
“you think this is funny, don’t ya?”
you don’t answer cause you whine instead, hips rolling without your permission, chasing friction like you’re the one who lost the bet.
she laughs — low, mean, already wrecked. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”
she gets off you only long enough to go to the drawer—
the drawer.
yeah you know which one.
she doesn’t reach for a normal strap. oh no. she grabs the monster.
the one you only use on special nights. long, girthy, textured, and squirming — slow, serpentine motions like it’s alive.
“since you wanted to act like you weren’t bothered…” she says, voice sharp, “let’s see how long that lasts.”
she straps it on tight, hips flexing once, testing weight and angle. she climbs back onto the bed, grabs your hips, and pulls you to the edge like you weigh absolutely nothing.
no teasing.
no warming up.
no lube, you’re already soaked and she knows it.
one hand spreads you open — fingers pressing, dragging, feeling how wet she made you just by existing behind you. “you’re dripping. day four and you’re already this fucked out?”
you try to say something but it comes out as a breathless, helpless little moan that makes her smirk.
she pushes in slow at first but not gentle.
the stretch is immediate, overwhelming, your body fighting to take it and needing it at the same time. your mouth falls open, head dropping forward, hands gripping the sheets like it’s going to save you from drowning.
“ohhh f-fuck!” you gasp.
her hand comes to your lower back, pressing you down, forcing you to arch more.
“don’t run. you wanted this, so stay still.”
then she starts thrusting. not fast but deep. every push drags the length of that squirming strap against your walls. textures and movement hitting every nerve and your legs are shaking almost instantly.
your moans aren’t even controlled, they’re broken, high and desperate.
“uhhah ahh!! sevikaaahhhh fuck—”
she groans, chest pressed to your back, breath hot against your ear, “yeah. that’s it. that’s the sound i wanted.”
her pace picks up,
hips snapping forward, the strap moving inside you with every thrust, curling and pulsing.
while your voice climbs louder and messier.
her hand slips between your legs, palm spanking your clit as she drives into you harder. squelch squelch squelch
there’s no rhythm anymore — it’s need.
she’s panting, biting your shoulder, thrusts hitting so deep you go crossed eyed. sevika doesn’t ease up, oh no, she just shifts her grip.
her metal hand slides up your spine, grabs both your wrists, and pulls them behind your back, pinning them there like she’s restraining you.
your chest presses down into the mattress, hips tilted up, open, exposed. you gasp — half sob, half moan.
“sevika — please,” your voice cracks.
she groans into your shoulder hungrily and frustrated.
“don’t start fucking begging now. you were reaaal bold in the kitchen just now.”
her hips slam forward, the strap driving so deep it knocks your breath right out of your lungs.
you cry out loud, shaking and broken. your wrists twitch in her grip, instinct trying to pull forward, try to ground yourself, try to grab onto something — she doesn’t let you.
her body weight holds you down, back arched, pussy spread, taking every inch whether you can keep up or not.
the strap is still squirming inside you, curling, dragging against every nerve. and your whole body is trembling so hard your knees buckle. tears hit the sheets. warm. fast. helpless.
“fuck fu—ah s-stop it!! i can’t—”
you don’t actually mean stop. you both know you don’t. your voice is trembling on pleasure, not fear.
she leans down, lips at your ear, breathing ragged, “yeah you can, you’re taking it. don’t you dare stop now.”
her hand on your wrists tightens.
the way she holds you is possession, not force. her hips snap forward again, harder and your voice just breaks. you’re sobbing — messy, shaking, moaning through the crying. and of course she’s getting off on it.
your orgasm hits harddd affff. fast, overwhelming, body curling in on itself while you can’t move.
your legs convulse, your cry goes high and raw — almost embarrassing, except she groans at the sound like it’s the best fucking thing she’s ever heard.
she fucks you through it, slow, deep thrusts now, like she’s feeling you shake around her.
“there it is,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “there you go. ride it out, i gotcha.”
when it’s done, she finally lets your wrists go, your body collapsing under you, chest heaving, face wet with tears. she eases out, settles behind you, pulls you onto her thigh, arms around your waist, panting into your neck.
you sniff once. wipe your cheek. catch your breath.
and then, because you are you,
“so…where’s my $100?”
sevika freezes, you can actually feel the moment her soul leaves her body.
she exhales through her nose — long, suffering.
“yeah. yeah i’ll…i’ll get my wallet later.”
her voice is so flat and tired you laugh, even though your voice is still shaky. she kisses your neck.
“don’t. start.”
you kiss her cheek
“i’m gonna frame the bill.”
AMBESSA ✶ 31 DAYS
she doesn’t crack. not once.
you try:
• sitting on her lap
• sleeping in her bed shirtless
• “accidentally” dropping things and bending over
• whining
• cuddling
• showering together
• wearing her shirts
• kissing her neck in the mornings
BUT SHE DOESNT FUCKING BREAKKKK
she looks at you with that slow, amused, terrifyingly calm expression.
“oh, darling. you really think temptation controls me?”
her voice is silk and steel.
her self control is religious.
she does kiss you — soft, lingering and deep — but stops every time it can turn into more.
thumb under your chin, murmuring, “not yet, patience. you’ll thank me later.”
by day 29 you’re the one going insane.
your thighs press together when she walks by. your voice goes breathy around her. you can’t even look at her hands without whining.
she notices, of course. she cups your cheek gently, “almost, just a little longer.”
and you want to scream. AND CREAM!
day 30 // 11:59 PM
she sits behind you in bed, legs around your hips, arms around your waist.
holding you.
breathing with you.
not touching sexually.
just…well, waiting.
her lips brush your shoulder. “when the clock changes, you will not be able to walk tomorrow, dear.”
she kisses your pulse, “nod if you understand.”
you nod. “yes, bessa.” she laughs low, soft, devastating.
DECEMBER 1ST // 12.00 AM
the restraint shatters like IMMEDIATELY THE SECOND IT TURNS 12
there is no hesitation. no slow build. no gentle start.
ambessa lifts you, one arm under your thighs, the other behind your back and lays you down like you are something precious she is about to ruin.
her mouth is on your throat immediately, openmouthed, hungry, devouring kisses that make your back arch.
her hands are so big around your waist it feels like she could just close her fingers and break you in half.
she drags your underwear down slow, not teasingly
her voice is destroyed already, “i have missed this.”
she spreads you open with both hands, like she’s studying you, honoring you, starved for you.
and then she goes down on you.
deep tongue. strong pressure. messy sounds.
she’s moaning into you like she’s the one being touched.
your legs shake fast, too fast, and she just holds your thighs steady like her hands were made for the exact shape of your body.
you’re already crying.
“a-ambessa!! ngh wait i—”
she lifts her head just enough to speak against your swollen, wet pussy— voice hoarse and reverent, “thirty. days.”
she sucks your clit and your entire spine leaves your body. you cum so hard your vision whites out and she does not stop.
your hips try to pull away but she gathers you back easily and keeps going. you’re crying, shaking and babbling. she’s groaning like she’s drinking water in a desert.
when she finally pulls back, her mouth is wet and shining, and her pupils are shot.
“turn over.” you’re on your stomach before you even think.
she straps up, the big one. the one with weight. the one she never uses unless she wants to break you apart slowly.
you feel it when she presses the tip in, stretching you slow but deep, like she wants your body to remember the shape of her.
she leans over you chest to your back, lips to your ear.
“i have waited a month to fuck you,”
she whispers, deep, low, shaking,
“and i am not going to be gentle.”
she fucks you deep enough to feel it in your throat. paced, controlled, but merciless.
your moans are broken. your tears are constant. your voice is barely words.
she holds your wrists down. and bites your shoulder. she breathes your name like a prayer and a claim.
you cum. again, again and again you start losing count. she doesn’t stop, she doesn’t even slow.
the room is heat and sweat and breath and the sound of skin hitting skin hard. slap squelch slap squelch !!
your voice is wrecked, shaking:
“p-please m’bessaaa i- i can’t!!”
she kisses your jaw. “yes you can, darling. just let me handle it.”
and she fucks you until you do. again, and again, and again till you receive the best aftercare.
GRAYSON ✶ 14 DAYS
she’s sweet, normal, laughing. cooking dinner.
she kisses you on the forehead instead of the mouth.
she sleeps facing the wall because she knows if you cuddle she’ll crumble.
you tease her lightly — sitting on her lap, hugging her from behind, and she just smiles like angels are singing in her ears.
“nice try, sweetheart.”
she’s confident.
she’s calm.
she’s in control.
but as the days go by, her touches linger. her eyes drop to your lips, chest and ass more often. she swallows hard when you stretch or climb into her lap.
she starts avoiding the bedroom with you inside it.
she’ll be like “i’ll sleep on the couch, you know, just to be safe.” voice tight. cheeks pink.
she’s not suffering horny.
she’s suffering yearning.
it’s night. you’re in bed. she’s behind you. and you slowly back up into her.
just your hips touching her thighs.
she fucking stops breathing.
her hand hovers over your waist, not touching, just trembling in place.
you whisper,
“you can hold me, baby. ain’t gonna bust in me are you?”
she smiles and does. very carefully. very gently.
her chest pressed to your back, lips against your shoulder, breathing like she’s trying not to beg.
the next night, you’re wearing one of her shirts. no pants, just your undies. soft. sleepy. warm.
you crawl into her lap on the couch while she reads.
not even horny. just loving.
you tuck your head under her chin. your breath brushes her throat. her hands hovering, unsure, fragile. you nuzzle her neck.
“graayyy?”
her voice is so quiet and raspy godddd, “shh baby don’t do that. you know what it does to me.”
you blink up at her. “does what?”
she swallows, her hands cup your cheek like she’s holding something holy and breakable.
“you know exactly what you’re doing.” your eyes meet hers and that’s it. her restraint shatters.
she kisses you like her heart is on fire,
slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, her fingertips trembling at your jaw because she has wanted this for two weeks.
she lifts you onto her lap properly, thighs spread over hers, your chest flush to hers, hands gripping her shoulders like you will fall apart without her.
her voice is breathless, warm, almost breaking, “i’m sorry, i tried i really tried. but i missed you. i missed this so much, darling.”
and you’re already whining because she kisses like she’s trying to pull your soul out through your mouth.
she pulls back just enough to look at you. her eyes are already glossy.
not from lust.
from finally.
“we can stop,” she whispers, voice thin, trying so hard to be good. “we haven’t broken anything yet, y’know…”
her mouth trembles she wants you so bad it looks like pain. you shake your head.
“n-no grayson, i want you.”
and then the restraint is gone.
her hands are everywhere — your waist, your back, your thigh — sliding you higher into her lap, aligning your hips to hers. you quickly remove to remove your underwear and hers.
gosh her pussy is the prettiest. that bush— but no, no time to day dream now.
you both close the distance between your heats.
you both moan — soft, involuntary, broken at the same time, and it’s like the room sparks around you.
her fingers grip your thigh, spreading you wider over her, guiding you until your bodies slot together perfectly, that tender, slick glide as your folds brush hers. you both gasp.
the first slow grind is accidental, just your weight settling but it sends a shock up both your spines.
your breath shatters.
she’s already tearing up.
just tears slipping down her face without her noticing, mouth parted, breath shaking while she rolls her eyes back.
she holds your waist like she’s afraid you’ll disappear mid touch.
“i—”
her voice catches, raw.
“i don’t want to hurt you— nghh”
you shake your head again, faster, “you won’t please m-more.”
her hips move just enough for your clits to drag against each other nice and gooodddd.
you whine loud, broken and she chokes on a gasp like the sound punched the air out of her chest.
she grips you tighter.
“okayokay i’ve got you—”
and she starts really grinding.
not frantic.
not dirty.
intimate.
deep, rolling movements that push you into her, pressed,, breath mixing, thighs trembling.
the sound of your wetness between you is obscene. soft, messy friction, rhythm building until your hips are moving together without thought.
your moans go higher .your body starts shaking. you clutch her thighs, nails sinking in.
her tears fall onto your neck.
“you’re- you’re so warm— god, i forgot,”
her voice is wrecked, completely gone,
“i forgot how good you feel mmh”
your thighs squeeze around her, grinding harder, faster, chasing the pulse building low and tight in your stomach. your breath is breaking.
“gray- graysonnn!! i— ”
she hears it. her own hips stutter like she’s losing rhythm—
she grabs your hips in both hands and guides you through it, fucking up into your pussy, scissoring harder, deeper, wetter, your clits dragging perfect and overwhelming.
she presses her forehead to your cheek, her tears smearing against yours, “yes you can, sweetheart. f-fuck i’m right here, please stay with mhh me”
your orgasm hits hard and deep and full body,
your thighs clamp around hers, your back arches, you cry out open, raw, helpless.
she comes with you— a deep, broken noise from her chest like she’s finally letting herself feel which god sounds sooo beautiful.
you collapse into each other. your legs are still tangled. your chests press and fall together. your breaths are uneven and wet.
she’s still holding your hips like you might vanish, “thank you.”
you tuck your face into her neck.
“don’t thank me, baby.” you pant, “let’s just rest.. we’ll clean up later.”
VI ✶ 2 DAYS
day 1 she was cocky as hell. leaning back on the couch w her hands behind her head like,
“pffft babe i literally grew up in a prison. you think i can’t handle not busting for a few days? easy.”
you shrugged. you weren’t even teasing yet cause you didn’t have to.
cause day 2 hits like a truck.
so you get home from work and what you hear are the sounds of whimpering. your bedroom door is cracked open. soft, desperate breathing.
you push the door open and there she is.
vi.
on her knees on the bed, hips grinding down hard onto your pillow, both hands gripping it like it’s life support.
she’s in just a tank top and minecraft boxers, hair messy as hell, cheeks flushed deep pink.
her forehead is pressed to the pillow as her hips are moving fast — sloppy, needy, desperate circles and thrusts.
she didn’t notice you yet. “fuck!! gosh i love you i love youiloveyouuu mhh”
you lean against the doorframe, “really?”
her entire spine goes stiff. her hips instantly stop mid grind.
she turns her head slowly — face red, pupils blown, sweat on her neck, lips bitten raw.
“…hey.”
“hey.”
she clears her throat, “so before you say anything. i didn’t cum. so technically— ”
you raise an eyebrow, “honey, you were humping my pillow.”
“yeah but, i didn’t finish.”
you walk towards her and she squeezes your pillow tighter between her thighs, like you’re gonna take it. you sit on the edge of the bed and tilt her chin up with one finger, “vi, baby. you lost.”
“i didn’t! babe, i was so — you were gone all day and you were wearing that stupid cute shirt this morning and i could smell your shampoo on this pillow and—”
she cuts herself off, mortified.
“awww you missed me?” you smile wickedly.
“shut up.” she tries to sound cocky but fails, she’s gone already.
you slip your hand between her thighs and lean close to her ear,
“go on then, show me how bad you wanted it.”
her hips start moving again — but slower because she’s looking right at you while she does it, breathing your air, forehead on your shoulder.
she’s so wet the pillow is already damp, her voice gets high embarrassingly needy “pleaseee!! please fuck i missed you babyyyy”
you guide her hips, fingers digging into her waist, making her grind harder, deeper.
“say it,” you whisper. “say you broke.”
“i— ” another grind and her voice cracks.
“i broke okay? i fuckin lost. just don’t stoppp!! feels s’good!”
and she cums from humping your pillow while looking you straight in the eyes, thighs shaking, breath stuttering, face pressed to your boobies as she whimpers through it.
pathetic in the sexiest way possible.
when she’s done, she just collapses against you, panting, gripping you like she thinks you’re gonna vanish.
“two days, huh?”
she groans into your collarbone, “shut the fuck up.”
CAITLYN ✶ 17 DAYS
she didn’t mean to find them, your laptop was open.
a folder not even hidden well, just…there.
photos from months ago — ones you took when you were feeling hot and wanted to surprise her back then.
she should have closed it. she really did try.
but the second she saw even one glimpse, your thigh, your hand pulling your underwear aside, that perfect arch — her breath hitched like she’d been punched.
she sat down slowly, scrolling through more files. and she finds another one.. and opens it.
and then another.
and another.
her voice is barely a whisper to herself, “oh god.”
she was so composed up until now. so calm, so proud and so polished.
day 17 breaks her like a fever.
she goes to your drawer, top shelf.
she knows exactly where the vibrator is.
she takes the pretty one, the purple one she bought for you because of course she did.
she lies back on the bed. knees bent to her chest, legs spread slowly like she’s still pretending to be elegant even though she’s about to ruin herself.
the photos are still open on the laptop beside her.
your body.
your expression.
your hand between your legs.
she drags two fingers through her panties, and they come away wet. not damp. fucking wet.
“seventeen days, i lasted seventeen days for you—”
she presses her palm over her mouth to muffle the sound, because she’s already whining, already shaking.
she turns the vibrator on lowest setting. and just the sound of it makes her hips lift.
she brings it to her clit and the noise that leaves her is not dignified.
a whine — high, breathy, desperate.
her free hand fists the sheets. her thighs start shaking instantly because her body has been begging for this for weeks.
her eyes flutter, lashes wet, chest rising too fast.
she whispers your name like a prayer. no, really, “pleasepleaseplease!! darling, oh i need you,”
she grinds up against the vibrator, hips jerking, trying not to move too fast but failing.
she’s not even trying to stay quiet anymore.
she’s breathless, soft gasps, whimpers, her whole body tight, so close it hurts.
she keeps looking at the photo on the screen,
your pussy exposed, your fingers spreading yourself for the camera.
her lips part. and then she falls apart. not a short orgasm.
but a slow, overwhelming, full body release, her thighs clench, her back arches off the bed, her mouth opens silent for a second, like the pleasure is too big to make a sound. and then the cry comes.
a broken, choked, whimpering sob of relief, “ooh god!! oh my, mmph”
her orgasm just keeps going, long, drawn out waves that look like it’s stealing her breath. she can’t even look straight at the photos without rolling her eyes back.
when she finally collapses back down onto the sheets, her legs are still twitching.
she covers her eyes with her arm, chest heaving, flushed to the collarbone.
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ WEREWOLF!VI ── .✦ "FANTASY" AU // uh-oh! you choose to ignore your girlfriend’s warning of leaving her alone for an entire week, and end up suffering enjoying the consequences of a werewolf in the prime of their rut.
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; fantasy au (modern time/setting, but werewolves exist), breeding kink, p in v, knotting, butch!vi, established relationship, size kink (vi grows to be 7'0''..), belly bulge, mild voyeurism, biting/marking (blood drawn), spitting. MDNI!
“Don’t come over, please. It’ll only be a week. Don’t get mad at me if I can’t answer your texts.”
Don’t get mad at me, my ass. It’s been four days since Vi, your girlfriend of three years, has left you— again. You know how it goes by now; every six months, Vi shuts herself up in her apartment and doesn’t come out. The fact that she’s a werewolf isn’t really much of an inconvenience, with the exception of how much she sheds, and this.
Is this how you two will work for all eternity? You can live without her for a week, sure, but it’s frustrating. You’ve never seen her in what she calls a rut. At one point, you’ll have to.
“Vi!” You call out her name as you knock on her door. No answer. You even press your ear against the wood, and nothing. Odd. You’d think she’d be growling, or something. “I’m coming in, okay?”
With the spare key, you slip inside the apartment and shut the door behind you. You expected a mess — a dirty kitchen, maybe some torn pillows — but, no. It’s relatively clean, save for a box of protein bars and empty chinese takeout on the counter.
You’re just about done kicking your shoes off by the entrance before the door at the end of the hallway creaks open. That one leads to her bedroom.
“Vi?” Again, you call out her name and hope for an answer. Nothing. You advance forward, guided by the sunlight that still streams in through the windows. “Listen, baby, I know you don’t want me here because you fear you’ll hurt me, but I—”
Ah.
Vi stops under the arch of the hallway. She’s slightly hunched over, and even then, damn near touches the wood above her. She’s stripped down to her boxers and binding tape. That’s not something you haven’t seen before.
The rest of her is.
Not only has she gained over a foot in height, but also what looks like to be at least twenty kilograms of pure muscle in weight. She’s never been one to shave, but the hair — or, fur, rather — at the base of her navel that travels south is much, much thicker. More pink tufts have sprouted along her shoulders. Longer sideburns.
Though Vi has yet to speak, you can still see the outline of the thick and sharp fangs that have grown within her mouth. Her ears, flattened to the sides of her head and pointed. It’s a mystery to how she can even comfortably get off, considering the length and sharpness of those claws.
“I told you not to come,” The words leave Vi in a rasp as she strolls forward. In spite of her new size, she makes little to no sound as she comes to stand before you. Honestly, her size is almost absurd, but you can already imagine yourself under her; squished down onto the bed, hips raised, and her mouth over your throat as she fucks you from behind into the mattress. Will you even be able to take all of her? “And still, you—”
She doesn’t manage to finish her sentence. Vi leans down, splaying one of her broad palms over the small of your back to press you against her frame. Her nose brushes over your throat, and she groans loudly. You don’t know what she’s just caught a whiff of, but it makes her entire spine shudder.
“You’re wet,” Vi states, voice thick. Her other hand travels down your torso, claws catching on the delicate cashmere of your sweater, until she cups you through your jeans. Gods, are her hands big. At least twelve inches, no doubt. Bigger than the length of your fucking skull. You gasp against her ear as the heel of her palm applies pressure against your clothed clit, steadying yourself by grasping onto her broad shoulders. “I won’t be myself in this state. You understand that, right?”
You do.
It’s not hard to see just how much Vi’s pulling herself together here. Her jaw’s clenched so tight it’s a wonder her molars haven’t cracked. There’s tension in her muscles you can feel with every shift under your fingers.
“I do.”
That’s all Vi needs before she’s lifting you up into her arms without so much of a grunt. Her mouth seals over yours just as your thighs hook around her waist, and her lips eagerly part to meet your tongue halfway. She mutters an apology when the tip of your tongue catches on the pointed end of a fang, though eventually moves to feast on your throat instead.
Vi stumbles backwards until she finally makes it into the bedroom, and though at the peak of her rut, is still mindful of how she throws you onto the bed. The bed is what’s a mess.
Piles of pillows against the headboard that follow in a semi-circle along the crumbled sheets. It’s mostly extra blankets that work as a cushion, though you do catch view of an oddly familiar pair of panties you’d lost months ago in the corner.
Vi’s hands land on your hips, snapping you out of your thoughts. A groan vibrates in her throat as she raises your lower half in the air, connecting your clothed cunt with her own hidden, but very evident, arousal. It’s almost painful, considering you’re in your jeans, but Vi makes quick work of them soon enough.
Her claws catch on your thigh from how quickly she rips the denim down your legs, and Vi soothes the sting with a lick and kiss before moving on to your sweater next. She splays her palm over your belly, muttering something you can’t quite catch under her breath.
“What’s with the…?” You trail off with a breath, leaning back against the mound of pillows and blankets. “This.”
“It’s a nest,” Vi answers as she lowers herself, nuzzling her cheek over your neck before her mouth latches onto the skin. You can’t suppress a moan as she nips and suckles the sensitive flesh, and your hands find their natural placement on her head when she pushes your bralette up to expose your breasts into the air. “Instinct, I guess. More comfortable. Good place for future pups.”
“Future what?” You echo.
Vi groans, perhaps at the sound of those words coming from your mouth, and gives a nod. She rips your bralette in half with ease, the fabric giving away under the strength. You want to snap at her for it, but really, the sight of her thick and veiny forearms are awfully distracting.
“Pups,” Vi hums into your skin, briefly lapping at one of your breasts before scooting backwards to work her way down your body. Her hands slide down your sides until they cup your hips once more, and she squeezes until the soft flesh yields between every gap of her fingers. “I’d give you a whole litter. Keep you here, safe and sound…”
You know it’s just her hormones and instincts talking — probably — and choose to indulge her. You’re not completely lost to the anatomy of a werewolf in rut.
"And you'd do that, how? Knotting me?"
Teasing Vi in this state is probably not the smartest move.
Her pointed ears flick once before she rips your panties with both hands. The torn fabric is tossed over her shoulder, and you yelp as she stands on her knees and lifts your entire lower half up. Your feet fall to the sides, leaving your cunt exposed. Much like Vi had guessed earlier, you're already wet, but that's not enough for her.
She lowers her head between your legs and spits over your mound. You shudder with a grunt, feeling as the warm glob rolls past the hood of your clit to run down to your entrance. Vi's gaze doesn't meet yours just yet, and she instead looks from her fingers to your sex. Back, and forth.
A deep whine echoes from her throat as she shakes her head.
"Finger yourself," Vi orders, glancing down at you. Her claws dig into the meat of your hips, drawing some blood. "Work yourself open for me."
"Like this?" You gesture down at yourself with one hand, a huff following suit. It's not the most comfortable of positions for you to touch your damn self.
"Like this."
But you won't argue.
You trail your dominant hand down, reaching over with your middle and ring finger to slide down to your entrance. Vi watches with rapt attention as you lubricate your fingers with the mix of her spit and your slick, and she groans in satisfaction as one of your fingers disappears into your warmth.
Maybe you don’t get as much pleasure from fingering yourself as you would from Vi doing it, but the psychological aspect of being ordered and watched is another different thing. Vi usually speaks filth and praise into your ear when you two fuck, but it seems like she can’t get anything beyond grunts and whines out. Her pupils expand as you add yet another finger, leaving only slim ring of her grey irises visible.
“Add another one,” She rasps, curling her hands tighter around your hips. “You’ll need it.”
You don’t have to look down to know Vi’s not just being cocky about her size. The outline of her dick beneath those boxers is a little intimidating, honestly. She’s fucked you with big straps before, yeah, but she’s never fucked you in this form.
Her hands appear to be twelve inches now.
Lord knows what’s going on down there.
So you do as told, sinking a third digit into your cunt. The stretch aches, but this time, Vi aids by keeping your hips elevated with one hand and raising her free one to suck her thumb into her mouth. Then, she lowers it to rub circles over your clit. You relax around yourself little by little, worked up by your fingers, Vi’s thumb on your clit, and the sound of her desperate little pants the longer you finger yourself for.
You're already feeling that climb. The warmth that begins to pool and curl deep in your belly, the flush that begins to run down to your fingertips, and the itch you're eager to tear to have that orgasm.
But, Vi rips that feeling by pulling her thumb away.
"Fuck you, Vi.." You hiss, dropping your head back onto the mountain of pillows with a groan. You pull your fingers out with a grunt, and before you can wipe them clean on the sheets, Vi does the job by leaning down and taking them into your mouth.
"Hm?" Vi croons, the grin that curls the corners of her lips making the fangs behind them peak out. "Do you want to say that again?"
She doesn't give you much time to answer before she's pushing her boxers down. Vi hisses as her length is freed, pink brows furrowing as it slaps against her stomach. She's painfully hard, the pink head — which goes a bit past her belly button — weeps with pre. There's the knot at the base, not yet swollen to it's full potential, but still there.
But before you can appreciate her bare self, she's rolling you over onto your belly. You raise your head, but Vi's right hand is quick to snap out and press itself flat between your shoulder blades. You're left with no choice but to keep your cheek squished to the sheets, and are just barely able to peek over your shoulder. Her free hand grasps your hip, lifting it so that your spine forms a comfortable arch.
"Look at you," Vi grunts, giving a pat to your hip as a silent order to remain in position. She lets go, if only to grasp herself and align the tip of her cock over your entrance. You breathe out against the bedding as she pushes in barely over an inch, then withdraws. "S'eager for me... I'll have you stuffed full soon enough."
She makes quick on that promise with a swift, smooth roll of her hips forward. A choked whine spills from your lips as she stretches you open, curling your fingers into the sheets to ease every intake of air and relax around her further. But Vi's huge— there's so much of her, and she's yet to sheathe herself inside fully. The hand on your upper back slides down to instead splay over your tummy, fingers spread to press up against the soft flesh just as Vi's hips meet your backside.
She's in, fully and entirely, and you're thankful she's giving you a few seconds to get used to the slight burnt of the stretch. Her fingertips press against the bulge beneath the fat, and you shudder as her breath suddenly ghosts over your neck when Vi bows forward.
"Do you feel that? Feel me?" There's a certain level of mirth in her tone, amplified by the chuckle that follows when you groan as her hips draw back a few inches, then snap back forward just as quickly. "Made to take me, I swear it..."
That's the last Vi says before she begins to fuck you properly.
Every roll of her hips is calculated— firm and rough yet perfectly angled to hit that sweet spot within you. The sheer bulk of her body keeps you pinned beneath her with no ability to move. You can only take, and take, and take, gasping against the sheets as the head of her cock kisses your cervix every so often, and her fingers keep pressing against the bulge her size forms. Saliva drips from her mouth down onto your shoulder, and you choke on your breath slightly as Vi's tongue laps it up.
Her hand over your belly slides down, middle and ring finger reaching over to rub circles on your clit. She matches the speed of her thrusts with every caress against the bud of nerves, and Vi chuckles against your ear when your hips begin to eagerly meet hers. It's overstimulating, almost, given that you're still somewhat sensitive from that denied orgasm from earlier. But Vi cares not.
You can feel that warmth building up all over again— quicker now, with much more intensity. Vi can tell, as she quits alternating the speed of her thrusts and keeps her pace even.
"Can feel— you squeezing me already. Eager for me to fill you, is that it?" Vi grunts against your ear. Her throat's a little drier now, and there's the occasional hiccup between her words; she's close herself, obviously. "I'll stuff you full, baby. Knot you to keep it alllll in there, keep your womb warm and—"
She cuts herself off with a groan, driven by instinct to instead seal her mouth over your right shoulder with a firm bite. You cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as your orgasm crashes over you, torn between the sweet flush of warmth it brings from head to toe, and the ache and burn her fangs cause by plunging into your flesh. Vi shudders as your blood hits her tongue, and she's quick to soothe the bite with her tongue before focusing on her own pleasure. Her thrusts are a little more clumsy now, quick and rough. She mutters against your shoulder, though given her teeth are still imbedded into your skin, leaves her words intelligible. You're sensitive, yet can still feel your cunt flutter around her cock in spasms to keep her going. It doesn't take long for Vi to meet her own end, and she comes with a deep groan against your shoulder.
Her knot forces its way in, earning a whimper from your throat at the extra and final stretch your walls are forced to accommodate. Vi's cock pulses, releasing thick and warm ropes of her seed into you. None of it leaks, not with the plug her knot acts as, settling deep in your womb— much like she had promised. It's a full minute before she ceases the slow rut of her hips and stills completely, and finally, she releases your shoulder and leans back to sit up on her knees.
It's an uncomfortable position, the one you two will be stuck in for a long while, so Vi settles for at least lowering your hips so that your stomach meets the mattress. Her thumb traces the indents of her teeth, wiping away the blood that still drips.
"We'll be here a while," She states, drawing a deep breath into her lungs before leaning down again. She exhales against your cheek and nuzzles her own over it, causing a slight shiver from you. "So get comfortable."
everything that surrounded you was pure bliss, starting off with the view of your girlfriend on top of you, rubbing her wet pussy on yours soaking as well.
“hmm… you feel so good…”
her moans are so rare yet so ethereal. her hair brushed against your face once in while when she could hover herself. she loved the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, your tits slightly bounced with every thrust, and she would grope them anytime she wanted.
her hands gripped on you faster time by time, feeling the sensation of her wetness painting your body, your swollen clits bumping against each other with so much lust. she wanted to own you, she needed to show you that you were hers.
“mmh… agh! no one could ever have you like this, right? you’re my good girl, my sweet good girl”
she peppered kiss all over your leg, you would try to cover your face with the palm of your hand: the squelching sound of your cunts kissing was making you feel embarrassed, that until she moved your hand to shook it with hers.
“don’t cover that beautiful face… you look so fucking beautiful…”
𝐂𝐖: Nsfw, mdni, boob lover vi, oral sex, scissoring, big clit vi, praise kink, edging, just a mini post to feed yall.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who is absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Her hands are all over your chest when you’re making out, shoving your shirt up to wrap her lips around your nipple, groaning as you arch into her touch.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who sometimes wakes up so horny in the morning. All wrapped around you, her swollen clit throbbing against her boxers. Nuzzling her nose into the back of your neck as her hand trails over your waist.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who wants to have you writhing and moaning under her as she attacks your clit with her tongue but always ends up grinding into the mattress. Who can’t help but stare up at you from between your legs, watching you watch hazy eyes.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who was leaking all down her thighs from fucking you with her strap, her boxers soaked through. Who strips them off and just needs to feel you against her, clit needy and twitching as it slides against your oversensitive one. Who doesn’t take long to come just from that, already pent up from making you come for the past hour.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who is 1000% a whimperer. She can deny it sure, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it’s true. Getting a simple “You feel so fucking good baby, fuck—“ from you and she is doubling her efforts, whimpering into your neck as she peppers the area with open mouthed kisses.
𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐕𝐈 who gets into fights and has to apologise by making you come before she does. Both of you knuckle deep inside of each other, you purposely holding back your own orgasm as you see Vi struggling to do the same. Who turns into a whimpering pleading mess next to you as your fingers slowly pull out again and trail up and over her clit just before she can come, redoubling her efforts to get you off just so you’ll touch her again.
SYNOPSIS: To save face at a get-together, Vi asked her best friend —you— to pretend to be her girlfriend for the weekend. It was harmless, just a performance... but when instincts and unspoken feelings blur the line between what's fake and what's real, things get a lot more complicated.
WORD COUNT: 7.2k+ words. | CONTENT WARNING: omegaverse setting. alpha!vi x omega!reader. fake dating, a bit of a slow burn and friends to lovers. NSFW MINORS DNI. masturbation (vi), oral sex (reader receiving), penetration (reader receives), vi has a girlpenis i guess? omegaverse shenanigans. porn with so much plot. did not wait for this to get proofread since i couldn't wait to put this out here.
note: inspired by prompts #3 and #14 from this post. a bit of a long one shot, sorry! decided to go with omegaverse for my first nsfw os in honor of kinktober •𐃷•
Vi had always thought she was tough; after all, she was an Alpha. Everything about her demanded attention: her bright reddish pink hair, blue eyes that could soften with mischief or harden like steel, a crooked smile that disarmed the brattiest Omega, a powerful scent of worn leather and fresh rain that made heads turn around in every room she walked in —she rarely backed down from anything.
Except her family and friends.
“Are you finally bringing someone to the reunion this year?” Her sister tilted her head as she threw a grape and chuckled once it hit Vi’s forehead, “Or did you already come up with an excuse?”
“Powder…” Vander’s voice was stern, but playful at the same time.
“Uh, I don’t know, guys, I can’t seem to have anything other than one-night stands,” Powder did a poor imitation of her sister’s voice, “I’m a cliché Alpha fuckgirl.”
Vi was about to tell her sister to fuck off, but a wave of nuisance hit her as she noticed her family laughing about the joke. She didn’t bother herself with whatever others thought of her, but as she looked around the living room, she noticed everyone had found their mate. Everyone but her.
Vander wasn’t traditional, he didn’t try and push any societal standards on his daughters, and Vi was thankful for that. But still, the idea that a respectable Alpha should have a mate —or, at the very least, a partner— by now lingered on her head.
And Vi didn’t have any. No mate. No partner. Only many broken hearts she left behind or girls that she could call late at night when she needed to release and relax.
She was happy with the carefree dynamic, until now that a seed of doubt and self-consciousness had been planted. She had independence. She was able to have as many friends as she wanted, some with benefits, and the rest just regular friends. That made her think of you.
That is how she ended up in your apartment on a Wednesday evening under the disguise of just hanging out. Vi was on one end of the couch, heart pounding heavily against her chest, too heavily to simply be for her sister’s nagging.
You were cuddled up on the other end of the couch, laptop balanced over your knees as you bopped your head to the rhythm of the background music that the movie you picked played on TV. Your eyes flickered up and found Vi already looking at you.
“You’re staring,” you mumbled as you looked back down at the small screen and pretended to scroll as you tried to ease your nervousness, “That usually means you want something.”
“Can’t I just look at my friend just because she’s pretty?”
“Ah, a compliment, so you do want something from me.”
Vi wanted to contradict you, but she gave up, “Okay, you know about how my family does a lot of get-togethers at the end of the year, right?”
“Yup, it’s kind of weird but cute.”
“Okay, so, every single reunion everyone is bothering me for not having a mate… Powder, Mylo, Jayce, my aunt Kels,” she rolled her eyes in annoyance, “No Omega, Vi? Are you ever settling down? You should meet my friend’s daughter.”
You giggled at the high-pitched tone, covering your mouth with one hand and shaking your head, “I get it, but I don’t understand what this has to do with me.”
“I can’t go through that. So… I need a shield.”
“Uh-huh,” your eyes narrowed in curiosity, “And that involves me because?”
Vi let out a breath, straightening up. She held her hands together as she leaned forward, staring at the floor. It was a rare sight. The confident Alpha, now uncertain of what she was about to do.
“I need you to come with me. As my plus one.”
“Your plus one,” you repeated, as if to make sure you were listening right, “You mean…”
“Like my girlfriend,” Vi interrupted, looking back at you as she raised her hands to stop the imminent objection on your part, “It’s just pretend! Just for the weekend. You don’t need to be my girlfriend for real, it’s just—”
“Fake dating,” you finished the sentence, managing to keep your tone calm as your heart raced at the proposition.
“Yes!” Vi smiled sheepishly, “Please, you’re the only one who can pull it off. Cait is too frivolous, Kiara is too much into PDA, Evangeline is too obsessive…”
You unconsciously rolled your eyes as Vi kept on giving reasons as to why none of her past —or current— lovers could play the role. A tinge of jealousy creeped into you, and you knew fake dating Vi was not a good idea. Not when you already had the strongest suspicion that you were seeing her as more than a friend.
Her hand held yours and made your train of thought stop abruptly, making your head turn towards her. You almost melted at the way her gaze had softened up, warming your heart. You knew you were in trouble.
“Your sister will know it’s fake,” you tried to argue with logic before she could speak again, “I’ve already met her and her mate.”
“Not if we sell it,” she insisted, “We already spent pretty much every waking hour together, she won’t question it.”
“So, you want me to lie to your whole family,” you deadpanned, your quickened pulse betraying you.
“Don’t think of it as lying, it’s… performing,” she corrected, grinning as she squeezed your hand, “Please, you’re brilliant, beautiful, charming. They’re gonna love you and leave me alone for a while.”
The compliments sent a flutter through your chest and down to your stomach, but you tried to keep reminding yourself. She just needs help, she doesn’t mean it like that.
You crossed your arms against your chest, freeing yourself from her grab to try and regain control of yourself, “And what does this… performance entail? Hand holding, back hugging, laughing at your awful jokes?”
Vi couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea of fake dating you. She had never crossed the line, not because she didn’t want to have you in between her arms, to kiss your lips, to make you hers every night —but because she didn’t want to risk losing you. She was scared to commit, but she didn’t want to just use you and leave you as she did with many others. So, she sacrificed her instincts and opted to have you as a friend instead.
But maybe this whole experience could end up opening a door for both of you. Vi liked the idea of that.
“Exactly that,” her gaze had sharpened a bit, almost as if testing the territory, “Unless you’re uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable? You longed for nothing more than to be as close as possible to Vi. Pretending to be hers, even if it was just this once, seemed dangerous, but thrilling.
You scoffed, biting your lower lip with uneasiness before nodding your head, “Okay. I’ll do it. But you owe me dinner for a whole month.”
Vi grinned triumphantly, holding out her hand for you to shook on it, “Deal.”
As you lay in bed that night, remembering the way Vi’s hand lingered more than necessary, a thought kept running through your head: it was going to be a hell of a weekend.
The thought was unofficially confirmed the rest of the week, as Vi and you kept hanging out but neither of you mentioned the upcoming “performance”. You went to the movies, went out for coffee together, and it wasn’t until Thursday night just as you were walking to your apartment that Vi finally said something.
“Wear something cute and casual tomorrow,” she was looking down at her phone as she spoke, “I’ll send you a pic of whatever I wear, in case you wanna match. You know… to look believable.”
To say you were drooling after she sent you a selfie the next day, would be an exaggeration. But heat was pooling between your legs as you stared at your phone screen.
Vi sent you a close-up picture of her outfit: a white shirt with the top unbuttoned, leaving her cleavage out there for everyone to admire, dark denim jeans that adjusted perfectly to her toned legs, the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to show the tattoos on her arm and how muscly they were. She had taken the selfie from above, and you wondered if she took it intentionally like that so that her breasts would pop up and her parted lips would catch your attention.
You tried to ignore the fire inside you and chose to subtly retaliate. You picked a white square-neck sleeveless top, pairing it with a short black skirt and matching black boots. As you finished doing your hair and makeup, you heard a knock on the door.
You gave a quick look at yourself in the mirror, noticing that your outfit would only have you shivering through the night as the weather was already turning cold. An idea popped into your head, and you ignored the denim jacket that was thrown over your desk as you grabbed your bag and made your way towards the entrance of your apartment.
Before you even opened the door, Vi’s scent overwhelmed you. You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy it for a couple of seconds, only snapping out of it as you heard a second knock, more insistent than the first time.
Outside of your apartment, Vi rested against the doorway and cleared her throat as your scent threw her off. She had grown used to it by now, managing to push down her instincts whenever she was around you, but the excitement for this little “project” you two were about to do must have been strong enough to lose that ability.
She straightened up as the door opened and couldn’t help but look at you up and down, eyes lingering on your legs. Her gaze made her way up to your face, although she stopped a couple of seconds to stare at your chest without any discretion.
Her eyes met yours, and she smirked once she noticed the redness on your cheeks.
“Well, damn,” she chuckled lowly, “I am a lucky girl, aren’t I?”
You rolled your eyes, giving a few steps forward and closing the door behind you. Vi noticed your bare arms and furrowed her eyebrows.
“Aren’t you gonna get cold, babe?”
“Uh, bab— What?” you stumbled upon your own words, looking back at her in surprise.
“You’re my girlfriend, so I figured the nickname was necessary,” she made sure to emphasize the word, lifting her hands to caress your arms as if to warm you up, “Wanna go back inside and grab a jacket?”
You cleared your throat, head already spinning from the tension between you and Vi. “Can I just borrow yours?”
Vi’s smirk only deepened at your words, and she chuckled as she walked you towards her car. Once inside, she reached into the back seats, and the movement had her be even closer to you. Before you could enjoy the moment, she turned back around and offered you her leather jacket.
“I was going to ask you to wear something mine anyways,” she winked at you.
Yup, it’s going to be a hell of a weekend, you thought as you put on the jacket, and her scent overwhelmed you.
The ride was quieter than expected, a couple of comments and furtive glances every here and there. You looked as you arrived at The Last Drop, Vi’s family’s business. She had told you about it, but it was the very first time you went there. Especially since Vi’s talks about the place were followed by her latest love conquest.
But now, you were there with her. As her girlfriend. You walked in, immediately astonished by the atmosphere: music was playing in the background, but you were able to listen to the happy chatter of everyone there, lights moving along to the rhythm of the music, people enjoying themselves and having a good time.
“Welcome to Vander’s place,” Vi mumbled with a small grin.
Seeing the way your eyes sparkled as you looked around and the soft smile on your lips made her heart melt. It gave her the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with hers, giving you a new smile as you looked at her with surprise.
“C’mon, let’s meet my family.”
Powder spotted you two immediately as you made your way towards them and a squeal left her mouth.
“Oh! I knew it would be her!” she giggled happily as she grabbed her mate’s arm and shook it with excitement, “Ekko, I told you!”
He laughed, looking at the young Omega with tenderness, “Yes, baby, you did.”
As you finally approached the family, you couldn’t help but feel awkward at the way everyone was staring at you.
“Vi, you’re here,” a tall, sturdy man greeted her with a grin, “And who is your friend?”
Vi straightened up unconsciously, ignoring the way her heart thumped loudly against her chest as she gave you a gentle nudge forward, “This is (y/n). My girlfriend.”
Your stomach flipped at the short presentation. Girlfriend, she said for the second time and the night was barely beginning. The word sounded foreign yet delicious in her mouth. You were starting to enjoy it a little bit too much already.
You smiled politely, holding out your hand towards Vi’s dad. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
The man laughed, accepting your hand. Nonetheless, he didn’t shake it —he pulled you in for a hug. It stunned you at first, but you ended up melting into his embrace. His scent was strong, of whiskey and wood, and it reminded you of your own dad.
“Call me Vander,” he whispered into your ear, pulling away but holding your right shoulder with one hand as he looked back at Vi, “Better take care of her, kiddo.”
On any other occasion, Vi would have scoffed at the nickname or mumbled something about lame parental advice. But this time, she only smiled and nodded.
“Will do.”
“It’s about time you brought someone special,” Vi’s cousin, Jayce, playfully hit her in the arm.
“You’re so charming,” Mel, his partner, came up to hug you, too. “And I love your makeup!”
“Thanks,” you blushed, smiling at the idea of everyone liking you already, “Your hair is so pretty.”
“Okay, okay, I met her first, I’m calling best friend dibs,” Powder jokingly pushed everyone else around, so she’d be standing next to you.
A warm hand grabbed you by the hip, and you didn’t need to turn around to realize it was Vi who pulled you closer, pressing her chest to your back. You could feel her breath against your neck as she spoke.
“She’s mine, so everyone back off,” she chuckled as she tried to pass it off as a joke, but the truth was she was starting to get jealous at everyone calling out for your attention. She wanted to be the only one you focused on tonight.
The evening progressed better than either of you could have planned. Everything felt natural. You laughing at Vi’s family’s comments, the way you both looked for each other, how well you fit into their dynamic.
As you sat down on a bar stool, you sighed happily and ordered a cocktail. Vi was at your side immediately, sitting down next to you and a hand casually resting on your knee.
“This is the best night ever,” she grinned, already a bit tipsy.
“You’re ridiculously good at this,” you tried to keep your voice even, sipping the cocktail once the bartender gave it to you.
Vi’s eyes lingered on the way your lips wrapped around the straw, mind drifting and imagining how well they would look wrapping her c—
She shook her head, trying to erase the image. But it was hard as you only looked at her in confusion, eyes flickering up and staring at her between thick eyelashes.
“Good at what?” she leaned closer, breath warm against your ear, “Being charming and irresistible?”
“And a pain in the ass,” you rolled your eyes playfully, but refused to move away. Having her this close only sent jolts of electricity in your body.
“Gotta admit, I like doing this with you,” she murmured, her grin softening but teasing, “Calling you my girlfriend, being this close to you… I like it a lot.”
There was a shift in the air surrounding you. Your pulse quickened and you felt a warmth flutter in your chest. Were you feeling this way because of the alcohol? There was a pull that you couldn’t explain. Is it barely an Omega instinct or is it because of Vi?, you thought to yourself, although you feared you knew the answer already.
By the time the night ended, everyone was smitten with you and wanted you around for the next reunions. Vander said you were always welcomed into his house and bar, Powder and Ekko wanted to hang out with you as soon as possible, and Jayce and Mel invited you to their housewarming party —which, oh surprise, was the next day. And Vi was quick to accept. With that, your resolve to stay detached had begun to crumble.
“We make a great team, the best team,” Vi said on the drive home, eyes glinting, “Don’t you think so?”
You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, adjusting the Alpha’s jacket around you and inhaling her intoxicating scent. As a reflex, Vi’s hand once again rested on your knee, brushing it softly, but you couldn’t ignore the spark you felt as she did.
“Yeah,” you turned to look at her, it was dark, but the dashboard light let you admire her side profile, “Yeah, we do.”
The next day, you woke up to the sound of your daily alarm you had forgotten to turn off. You stopped it and stretched, rolling onto your side. Just as the sleepiness began to wash off, you felt an odd pang to your chest —a lingering warmth from the night before.
Vi. The way she acted around you even when no one else was looking. You tried to tell yourself it was all a lie, just an act, but a part of you refused to believe it. The shared glances, the physical closeness, Vi’s words… I like doing this with you, she said. Did she mean it?
You did your usual morning routine, trying to stop thinking too much about it. Still, you had to do it all over again tonight.
As you were having breakfast, you scrolled through your unread text messages. You blinked at the notifications on Vi’s chat, noticing most of them were from right after she dropped you off.
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: you saved meeee thank you sossoso mucxh
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: Sorry, sent a bunch of drunk gibberish last night.
Vi: Morning! See you later?
Meanwhile, Vi was pacing around her room, phone in hand as she hoped that you hadn’t read the messages she had sent.
Vi: come backkk i wanna kiss u bby pls
Vi: u loked so pretiii istgg
Vi: you saved meeee thank you sossoso mucxh
Vi: wanna b isside u so bapp
Vi: ur perfect bby sosososo prfect ¡(“(/”!=
She deleted them as soon as she read them, leaving the only one that wasn’t inappropriate. She didn’t usually drunk messaged people —at least not like that.
She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a shaky breath after doing damage control. What the hell is wrong with me?, she thought and let herself fall into her bed. She was an Alpha —strong, independent, and fearless. But her mind was full of images of you, her friend, the Omega helping her out, the one who made her lose control.
Before she realized, her hand had already made its own way into her pajama pants and she let out a shaky, silent gasp as she touched herself, closing her eyes to picture you —your face, your eyes, your parted lips, the way your breasts would fit perfectly into her hands.
It felt dirty, but she couldn’t stop. She ended up having to flip over, thrusting her hips against the edge of her bed. She imagined it was you underneath her, she had you leaning against a counter and had raised your skirt far enough to find your slit. Would you be dripping all over? Would you be moaning against her hand as she tried to silence you? Would you take her all in on the first try?
Her movements became sloppy and hurried, panting as she chased her own release. She finally came undone, her body relaxing against the bed. It was quick and not nearly as fulfilling as she had expected, but it was better than nothing.
Her high was interrupted by the notifications sounds on her phone, and she fixed her pants as she stood up slowly. Vi made a quick mental note to wash her sheets later in the day, grabbing her phone and almost dropping as she read your name.
You: Hi! No worries lol
You: Pick me up at 7?
Vi was not going to make it out of this weekend alive.
The evening arrived quickly, and you walked into Mel and Jayce’s home, Vi’s hand firm on your hips as you navigated around the crowded rooms. You couldn’t ignore the fact that her scent was even stronger than before, and it was making you lightheaded, so you appreciated having her hold onto you, even if she didn’t do it for that specific reason.
“You made it!” Mel greeted you with a hug once again, “Feel free to grab anything from the waiters. Dinner will be served in about an hour.”
“Vi, I should tell you, my mother invited—”
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pink-haired Alpha.”
Vi’s eyes widened in surprise as she heard the voice, clearing her throat. You noticed her grip tightened and loosened up repeatedly against your hip.
A tall, beautiful woman walked up towards you. She was smiling seductively, and you didn’t know whether to feel jealous or to admire her. Everything about her was gorgeous.
“Hey, Cait,” Vi greeted her and felt you tense up under her touch.
So, this is Caitlyn, you thought. Vi told you all about her. They had some sort of friends-with-benefits agreement, not caring for exclusiveness, only using each other to let out the stress and find some release.
You lowered your gaze as she stood in front of you, clearly intimidated by her imposing stance. Nonetheless, Cait smiled at you and held out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Caitlyn,” when you looked up into her eyes, you noticed a glint of mischief, “You must be (y/n).”
You were taken aback by the mention of your own name. How did she know who you were?
You shook her hand, noticing out of the corner of your eye that Vi was blushing. A rare sight. “That’s me. Nice to meet you.”
“I’ve heard so much about you,” Cait turned to look at Vi, “And you! You hadn’t called me in a while, I thought you vanished into thin air.”
“I’ve been busy,” Vi shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but everything inside her was screaming. There were ambulance sirens and red lights in her head.
“Vi and (y/n) are dating,” Jayce smiled nervously as he joined the conversation, nudged by Mel.
Cait nodded in understanding, turning towards the two of you once again. She smiled gently at you, and you second guessed your jealousy. Of course Vi had a thing for Caitlyn, she was insanely gorgeous. She was charismatic, self-assured, and so gentle.
You remembered the times that Vi vaguely told you about their hook ups and how you thought she was a bitch. A wave of guilt spread through your chest as she smiled warmly at you.
“You make a beautiful couple,” she leaned forward to hug the two of you quickly, her head right in between yours to whisper, “I’m into threesomes if you’re ever interested. You’re so much hotter than what I was told.”
She pulled back and winked at you, smiling once again as she said goodbye and walked away.
You blinked as you felt heat creeping up your cheeks and turned to look at Vi for answers. She was staring at Cait’s back, eyes narrowing in annoyance as she shook her head. As soon as she noticed you were looking at her, Vi smiled sheepishly at you.
“Don’t mind her, I’m not sharing you.”
Your stomach flipped once again as her hand found its usual spot at your hip.
An hour later, you were sitting at the dinner table making small conversation when you felt a familiar warmth spreading through your body. It was subtle at first, so you tried to ignore it, but out of a sudden it hit you with force.
You maintained composure for as long as you could, but by dessert, your pulse was erratic, and your breaths were short and shallow. It didn’t help that Vi smelled so good. You were hyper-aware of her: how close she was, whenever she touched your hand or knee, the spot burned as if you were on fire, her breath as she leaned in and whispered something unintelligible in your ear. Your omega instincts screamed, waiting nothing more than to stop pretending, to stop resisting, and asking Vi to claim you.
She noticed the shift in your demeanor, “Are you okay?”
You noticed the concern in her voice, the way her eyes sharpened as she worried, how her hand grabbed yours and squeezed it to comfort you, but everything only made the fire in your belly burn stronger.
“It’s… It’s the—It’s the wine,” you stuttered, clenching your hands to hide your tremors.
Vi nodded, not wanting to press you any further. Her arm surrounded your shoulders and pulled you closer, a thumb brushing lightly against your side. Little did she know it was making everything worse.
“It’s okay, hun,” she whispered, voice low and magnetic, “I’ve got you.”
The simple sentence, her presence beside you, her touch —everything was overwhelming. Your instincts demanded attention, the warmth pooling in your core betraying you.
You were always careful to track your heat, avoiding going out if there was any chance of getting it soon or using suppressants to avoid it. Your heats were unpredictable: you could either only get moody and horny but manage to handle it yourself; or you would be a whimpering mess, hiding in between your sheets or having someone help you out through it.
With this whole performance you and Vi agreed to do, you forgot to check your calendar. And your heat came with a strong force right there, at the dinner table.
Your hands clenched into fists, legs pressing against each other as you did your best to hide it. God, why here? Why now?
Vi’s head immediately turned to look at you, nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly. Your scent… it was sweet, unmistakable.
“God, did you just get—”
She interrupted herself, trying to maintain composure. As soon as a couple of heads turned and looked around the room, she knew she had to get you out of there.
“I’ll take you home,” she muttered, biting her inner cheek as she forced a smile and quickly explained the situation to Mel, who was sitting next to her.
Mel’s eyes widened up and nodded immediately, giving you a reassuring look as Vi helped you up and cautiously walked out of the place, avoiding exposing you to curious eyes.
You were walking towards Vi’s car when your knees faltered, and she caught you, holding you close.
“I can’t control it,” your eyes filled with tears, not knowing if it was out of embarrassment or the urge to feel any sort of relief, “I’m sorry, I can’t…”
Vi carried you with ease, approaching the car with you in her arms. She carefully set you down on the back seats, letting you rest for a bit. She kneeled, hand caressing your cheek.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she moved her hand away and you whimpered, “I’ll take care of you.”
Vi held tightly onto the steering wheel as she drove back to your apartment. Even though the windows were down, your scent was all she could focus on. Her jaw flexed, her shoulders stiffened, she was trying hard to restrain her instincts. Having you whimpering and groaning in the back of her car made it almost impossible.
She parked in front of your place, hurrying to carry you out of the car and let you inside. A slow whine slipped past your throat as her hands were on your skin, and Vi could swear you were burning up.
Vi made her way inside, having been to your apartment countless times before, but feeling as if it was the very first time. She walked towards your bedroom, letting you down carefully on the bed.
You sobbed as you felt her warmth leave you, “Vi, please…”
She gulped loudly, wanting nothing more than to give into her instincts, but she tried to hold it back, “I’ll stay for a bit just to make sure you’re alright. I’ll give you some space.”
“No, n—” your breath caught, feeling the air was too hot so you tried to get out of the uncomfortable dress, “Help me…”
Vi took a deep breath, holding it as long as she could while she walked towards you and helped you out of the dress. She had to look away once you were on your underwear, feeling her core pulsing, so she walked to your drawers and grabbed a random oversized shirt.
“Here you—” she stopped dead in her tracks as she turned back around.
You were lying on the bed, one hand holding one of your breasts as the other one made its way down your body.
Both of you had drunk a lot of wine, but no amount of alcohol could compare to the sight of you, on your underwear, teasing her like this.
“Vi…” you moaned lightly, and her legs gave up, kneeling right where she stood, “Vi, please… I need you. I want you.”
She crawled towards the bed, kneeling right at your feet. This was the loveliest, prettiest view she had ever seen.
“Are you sure?”, she asked, mouth watering as your hand disappeared inside your underwear.
You let out a new whimper, “P-Please...”
Vi nodded instantly, lifting herself up just enough for her hands to reach your underwear. She slowly pulled it down, hissing as your pussy came right into view. It was as if her hands had a life of their own, for they instantly grabbed your legs and pulled them apart as you tried to close them.
A wave of cold air hit you and made you shiver, but your legs burned right where Vi’s hands touched you. You unconsciously started moving your hips, looking for some friction to alleviate the feeling.
Vi looked up at you once again, “Baby, I need you to be sure about this.”
“I a-am,” you nodded, looking straight into her eyes, and the sight of Vi kneeling right between your legs, with her face inches away from your dripping pussy, only made you move your hips harder, “I’m sure, Vi, please.”
And with the confirmation, Vi dived in.
You moaned loudly as her tongue started lapping at your pussy, hands immediately grabbing her head to keep her close.
Your scent was nothing compared to the way you tasted. Vi couldn’t help herself.
“Fuck,” she mumbled against your clit, “You taste so good.”
“Please, please, don’t stop,” you moaned as you pushed her into you once again.
Vi could live like this forever. She curled her tongue and let out a low groan as you slightly pulled her hair, to which she responded with digging her nails into your thighs.
She switches it up, circling up your clit and pressing you down against the mattress. She loves it. She loves the sounds you make, the way your hips buck against her, how you’re holding her tightly against your pussy… it’s better than anything she could have ever imagined.
She sucks on your swollen clit, humming against you as one of her hands frees your thigh only for her fingers to start toying with your entrance. You’re so wet, her middle finger pushes inside you with ease.
“V-Vi!” you moan, arching up your back.
But she doesn’t give up. Her tongue speeds up as she starts finger fucking you, making circles around your clit.
Your legs start trembling and she forces them open with just one hand, diving deeper into you. A second finger enters your slit, and she’s slurping at your juices. Her tongue is curling against your clit, going faster than she did before, and she knows you’re about to come before you let her know.
“A-Ah! Shit, shit, yes!”
You come undone in her lips and she takes it all in, slurping and flicking her tongue to not let a single drop go to waste. Your hips buck from overstimulation, moans escaping your throat as you gently pull her hair.
“Vi, I need you inside me,” you whimper, “Please.”
Giving your pussy a final lick, she pulls back and admires it for a couple of seconds. Vi watches as she takes her fingers out of you, groaning as they come out fully coated with your juices. She brings them into her mouth and closes her eyes to enjoy your taste, cleaning them out before looking back at you.
You’re already propped onto your elbows, chest rising and falling rapidly, but you’re quick to whimper again as your gaze meets Vi’s.
“Please,” you say again, and it’s all Vi needs to hear to stand up.
Her clothes end up scattered around your room, not caring about the mess when you’re on the bed, begging for her to fuck you. Her clit is already pulsing, and you can clearly see it, hands immediately going to gently stroke it.
She hisses and grabs your hand, pulling it over your head as she adjusts herself on top of you, “Sorry, I really need to feel your warmth.”
Your chuckle gets interrupted as she slowly enters you, eliciting a loud whimper from you as your hands now grab onto her back tightly.
“You’re so tight,” she groans as she pushes herself inside you, “Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well.”
“A-Ah, Vi, yes.”
“You like it?” she pushes herself in deeper, smirking at the way your eyes flutter shut and your eyebrows furrow, “C’mon, use your words…”
“Yes, yes,” you nod immediately, “Please, Vi, I need you to move.”
You’re about to complain as you feel her pull out, when she suddenly thrusts back into you with force. Your nails pierce to her back as she begins thrusting into you, quickly finding a pace that had you both moaning in pleasure.
Everything else was gone. Your minds were free of worries, doubts, insecurities —all you had right now each other. The magnetic pull of instinct, the shared heat between you, the feelings you both had let flourished into this moment.
Vi’s lips were nipping at your breasts, when she accidentally ended up making her way at the crook of your neck. Neither of you noticed the insistent tingling —Vi’s urge to mark you, your urge to be claimed. You felt a sharp pain as her teeth bit into the side of your neck, but you ignored it, too caught up with the feeling of her inside you to care.
“I’m gonna cum,” she breathed rapidly, pace speeding up as she reached her high, “C’mon, baby, cum with me.”
Without waiting for your response, her hand found her way between your legs and started circling faster and faster at your clit. You moaned in surprise at the intense feeling, letting out a whimper as you felt the second orgasm of the night hit you out of a sudden.
Vi collapsed on top of you, having emptied herself inside you. She remained inside, enjoying the warm feeling of your walls around her.
“We shouldn’t—”
“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” you muttered, walls clenching against her as your heat was far from over, “Please, Vi, I need you.”
Her eyes sparked with desire, nodding as she slowly began moving again, “Fine. Less talking, more fucking.”
Your alarm went off, and you grunted, turning it off with your eyes closed as you threw the phone at the other side of the room. You stretched out, and you narrowed your eyes as your hand hit something soft. You stirred up, blinking slowly as you took in the figure next to you: reddish pink hair, bare tattooed back, an arm holding your waist tightly, legs intertwined with yours.
Warmth pooled in your chest and in your core as you had blurry flashbacks of the night before. You went into heat in the middle of the party. You begged Vi to fuck you. You had sex with Vi.
You covered your face with your free hand, shaking your head lightly in embarrassment. You hissed lowly as you felt soreness on the side of your neck, eyebrows furrowing as your hand dropped and touched the spot.
Your fingers brushed something, slightly raised. Your eyes widened. No. It couldn’t be.
You must have begun trembling, for Vi was quick to stir up. With eyes half-lidded, she shuffled around for a bit. “Mmm… what time is it?”
“Vi, do you remember last night?” your cheeks burned red, not only from the memories of your sex-night but from feeling the inevitable pull towards Vi, stronger than ever before.
She sat up lightly, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She turned towards you, eyes traveling down to the spot where your hand still was. The sight of it seemed to fully wake her now, eyes widening and lips parting. “Holy shit.”
“You marked me!” Panic flared inside you as you threw her an accusatory finger.
“I… Hold on,” she raised her hands, and you could swear you saw the gears on her brain turning as she tried to remember, “I didn’t… Shit, I… It was an accident, I swear.”
You stood up and grabbed the first piece of clothing you found on the floor, which turned out to be Vi’s shirt from last night’s party. You were about to apologize and take it off, but stealing her shirt wasn’t half as bad as accidentally marking you.
You ran towards the bathroom, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. There it was, clear as day. A brand new, bright red, very permanent-looking, mating mark.
You hadn’t just indulged in a night of passion with your Alpha friend who you had feelings for. You had bonded. Forever.
You walked back into the room, surprising Vi who was mid-dressed. Since you had taken her shirt, she had thrown one of your pajamas on. Your instincts pulled with longing, wanting Vi to hold you in her arms, to stay with her in bed all day.
But your logical side was panicking. Vi noticed your wide, teary eyes, and made her way up to you. She had always been protective of you, hating to see you hurt or sad, but she always tried to give you space. With the magnetic pull of your bond, she knew it was going to be hell trying to be away from you.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, a hand cupping your cheek, “I’m still me. You’re still you. I’m sorry that I let my instincts get the best of me and I’m sorry that you hate this… and I’m sorry that I feel so happy.”
You froze, looking up at her with confusion, warmth stirring up inside of you.
“You’re… happy?”
“I don’t mean it in a selfish way,” she bit her lower lip, looking down at the mark on your neck, “I mean it in a ‘I love you’ kind of way.”
Before you could open your mouth, she continued.
“I’m sorry that it happened this way, it’s not how I planned— Well, I wasn’t planning anything yet,” she chuckled nervously, pursing her lips, “I meant what I said two nights ago. I like calling you my girlfriend, I like having you around, I like being with you.”
“I like it, too,” you gave her a gentle smile, “And I’ve liked you for a while.”
Vi’s smiled grew and she tugged you closer, lips brushing against your temple, “Good. Because now you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
You leaned into her, letting yourself relax fully. Your heart was pounding and body tingling, as the truth set in: Vi was your Alpha.
She was thinking the exact same thing. As her arms wrapped around you, she hummed lowly. You were hers, and she was yours. Nothing was going to change that.
“Oh my God!”
Powder put her hand on your jaw and tilted your head upwards, admiring the mark on your neck.
It had been a week since the marking incident, and all of Vi’s friends kept asking about you.
“They like you more than they like me”, she told you as you cuddled you one night. That’s why you dropped by Vi’s home.
“You freaking marked her!” Powder chuckled happily, smacking her sister in the arm, “I can’t believe it, you finally settled down.”
Vi smile faltered as her sister held out her hand towards the rest of the family and friends, and they pulled out a couple of bills to pay her.
“What’s going on?”
“We had a little bet,” Ekko shrugged sheepishly, counting the money that Powder passed to him, “Yup, it’s 20 bucks.”
“A bet on what?” You asked in confusion.
“You know, how long it would take you to actually be together,” Powder grinned as her mate gave her back the money, “You don’t think we were fooled by your poor acting last week, right?”
“What the fuck,” Vi shook her head in disbelief, “We weren’t acting!”
“You weren’t cause you were actually head over heels for each other,” Mel grabbed your hand and gave you a squeeze as she smiled excitedly.
“We were rooting for you,” Jayce nodded, “But, yeah, you come over with a girlfriend out of a sudden? She’s definitely a paid actor.”
You looked at Vi and crossed your arms in mock anger, “You didn’t pay me one cent.”
Vi rolled her eyes, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in, “Well, I have other paying methods.”
“Ew! That’s so gross,” Powder scrunched her nose before holding out her hand once again, “Told you there’d be a sex joke on the first week, pay up!”
You laughed as your friends groaned and pulled out more money, before looking back at Vi. She was already staring at you with a smile on her face.
