A Favor
Pairing: Vi x f!Reader. Synopsis: Your roommate has never had an orgasm before. You endeavor to fix this ;) CW: SMUT, oral/fingering (Vi-receiving), no use of (Y/N). Word Count: 1.8k.
The apartment is quieter than usual. You’re sunk into the couch, legs tucked beneath you. Your roommate is sprawled beside you, having collapsed the second she made it through the door after a long day. One of her arms is stretched along the back of the couch behind you, not quite touching, but close enough that you can feel the heat of her presence.
At some point, whatever movie had been playing became nothing more than background noise—soft light flickering across the walls, dialogue blending into background noise neither of you is really paying attention to anymore. The conversation drifted; jokes, stories, quiet confessions. And then, somehow, it landed on a failed one-night stand you’d had recently.
“—And then…” You fight the urge to cringe at the memory. “I said my ex’s name.”
She gasps, eyes wide, a small smile on her lips that she can’t even bother trying to hide. “No way.”
“Yes way. I don’t even know why I said it! So, anyway, this girl was not having it; she told me to get dressed and leave.” You place a hand over your forehead. “I was so embarrassed… And I didn’t even get to finish.”
“Okay—okay, that’s—” she bites her lip, only now trying to suppress the laugh that’s likely threatening to bubble up her throat, “—that’s pretty bad.”
“I know!”
After a beat, her expression shifts slightly. Curiosity; softer this time. Her gaze flicks back to you, more thoughtful than teasing now.
“…So,” she starts, tone casual in a way that doesn’t quite hide the intent behind it, “what’s it even supposed to feel like?”
You blink. “…What?”
She is suddenly very interested in a loose thread on the couch cushion. “Y’know, when you… finish… Just, like, in general.”
You stare at her for a second longer than necessary, brows furrowed. “Vi?”
“Hm?”
“You’ve, like, done it before, right?” Your voice dips at the end, quieter. Not because of the question itself, but because of everything wrapped up inside it. The words you don’t say out loud.
In prison.
Her gaze flickers for just a second, remembering. “I mean, yeah, but it was different in there.”
“Different how?” you prompt gently.
She huffs a quiet laugh, though there isn’t much humor in it. “More… transactional.” Her fingers tap idly against the couch fabric. “I’d get a girl off for a tattoo, or extra rations, or something like that… They usually weren’t too keen to give back.”
You tilt your head, studying her. “Romantic.”
“Yeah, real fairytale stuff,” she shoots back dryly, the corner of her mouth tugging upward.
“Well,” you say after a beat, “surely you’ve masturbated before.”
That earns a small, crooked smile from her. “When I was a teenager, I lived in a basement with my sister and two brothers. It didn’t really leave me much… alone time. And then I went to Stillwater.”
You look at her expectantly, and she chuckles.
“I tried a few times, but I couldn’t do it very often because I never knew when the guards were gonna come in. Trust me, you do not want to be caught with your pants down. Plus, with all the shit I had going on mentally, it was hard to find time to want to-”
“Vi, have you had an orgasm or not?”
She gapes, taken aback at the straightforwardness of your question. Her shoulders tense marginally.
“Sure,” she replies in a way that sounds fully like a lie. You eye her suspiciously. “I mean, I get, like, tingles and stuff, so yeah… I think.”
You raise an eyebrow, voice non-judgemental but dripping with quiet certainty. “If you’d had an orgasm before, you wouldn’t think, you’d know.”
“Guess I’m missing out, then,” she replies, shrugging one shoulder with the unceremonious dismissiveness of someone who is not only missing out, but is also completely oblivious to what they’re missing out on.
The words hang there for a long moment as an idea sparks and catches fire in your mind. Your lips curve slowly into a smirk.
“You know, if you want…” You lean in just slightly to emphasize your sincerity. Her attention snaps fully to you, eyes locking on yours. “I could help you.”
For a second, she doesn’t move. Her breath catches—just barely, but you notice. Her eyes widen a fraction, pupils dilating. She blinks once. Twice.
“Okay.” The word comes out quiet; almost fragile. Like if she said it any louder, your offer might dissolve into thin air.
You lean in, pressing a soft, experimental kiss to her lips. A surge of excitement runs through you, settling between your legs, but you have to shove it down. This isn’t about you. You’re just… doing her a favor. Offering an experience. Like a rollercoaster.
Briefly, you wonder if she’ll scream.
Focus.
Your hands find her tits, squeezing and caressing them through the fabric of her T-shirt. It’s almost easy to get lost in Vi; you could very well spend all night admiring, memorizing, kissing, licking, and sucking every part of her, but you have a mission to accomplish. This is a mere pit-stop along the way, though judging by the way her nipples seem to harden beneath your touch, it’s a very nice pit stop indeed.
Your hand travels further down. A muffled hum escapes Vi as you rub her through her sweatpants, touching everywhere but the one spot she desperately needs you. She’s already insanely sensitive.
No wonder, you think. She’s spent so many years all pent up.
She bites her lip, focusing all her energy on keeping her composure while you focus all your energy on making her lose her composure. Eventually, your resolve proves victorious, and she whines your name, eyes narrowed in a way that suggests she doesn’t appreciate the teasing.
You shrug, blinking at her innocently. “Just trying to get you warmed up.”
You give a light tug on her waistband, and she immediately helps you drag her pants down her legs. With her bare pussy exposed, you settle between her thighs, taking her in. Her chest rises and falls faster now, eyes wide; not scared, just… aware. Like she can’t believe this is actually happening, and she’s trying to commit every millisecond to memory.
You look up once—face flushed but eyes dark; laser-focused—before leaning in to press a kiss to her inner thigh. Your breath fans against her clit as you move, and you feel her tense beneath you. You have to keep yourself from drooling when you see her abs tense just beneath her hiked-up shirt.
You flick them lightly.
“Relax,” you chastise. “You’re not going to cum all tensed up like that.”
She does as you say, her body melting back into the couch, sending a giddy, powerful feeling through you. You reward her by finally pressing a feather-light kiss to her clit. She gasps quietly, angling her hips upward in search of more. A smirk tugs at your lips. Like that, huh?
You part your lips, swirling your tongue and savoring her sweet taste. Her fingers tangle in your hair, and she shudders at the new sensation. You rub your middle and ring finger up and down her glistening folds, eyes flickering up to see how she reacts.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she replies, voice strained. Then, quieter, “Please.”
Who are you to deny her?
You push the two fingers in at the same time, slow and deep. Vi’s head falls back against the cushion, a soft hum leaving her as you lean in to press another gentle kiss to her thigh in reward.
“Feel good?” you ask.
“S-so good…”
You give her clit more attention, pulsing your fingers at the same time. She tries to stifle a moan, but it escapes her anyway as she rolls her hips in sync with the movements of your tongue, almost grinding down against your face. She’s trying so hard to remain in control; to not get lost in the sensation, but it’s proving to be very difficult when your fingers are skillfully brushing up against her walls, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body.
You smirk, proud of yourself for having broken her nonchalant facade. You press your tongue flat against her clit, swirling in a circle. Vi’s breath stutters, then disappears completely as if it was knocked out of her chest. Her thighs tense, trembling.
“Oh my god,” she groans, her hips lifting and chasing your mouth. “You’re so fucking good at this.”
Triumphant, you hum against her, the vibrations practically making her squeal. Brushing your tongue against her clit with more intensity, you curl your fingers deep inside her, hitting just the right spot. She dissolves into pleasure, legs shaking, and chanting your name like a prayer or a plea.
You pull back just long enough to purr, “Cum for me, Vi,” before reattaching to her clit and sucking harder than before.
It’s enough to catapult her over the edge, and her entire body seizes around the feeling. A loud, broken cry tears from her throat as everything inside her snaps all at once. Her eyes flutter, then roll back briefly as the intensity spikes and every single nerve ending in her body is set on fire. For a second, she goes completely silent, like the air has been stolen from her lungs. Then, her back arches, breath coming in short, choked gasps as the sensation courses through her again and again.
You fuck her through it, pulling back a bit and letting your fingers work the rest out of her while you go back to peppering her skin with soft, gentle kisses.
For a few seconds, she can't speak. Can’t move. She just lies there, chest heaving, eyes unfocused, trying to come back into her body.
When she finally does speak, her voice comes out hoarse and wrecked. “Holy shit.”
Pulling your fingers out of her, you quickly lick them off before moving to settle back beside her. She wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you into her side, where you rest head on her chest. The warmth of her body lingers beneath your cheek, her chest still rising and falling a little faster than usual. For a while, neither of you speaks. The room feels suspended in a kind of peaceful stillness.
Now that the afterglow is setting in, you’re faced with the reality of what you’ve just done. The moment softens into something quieter, more sheepish. You wait patiently, feeling the gradual rhythm of her breathing slow.
Finally, you lift your head slightly and reach up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
“You okay?” you ask, voice soft. Vi nods immediately, swallowing once before answering as if trying to collect the right words.
“Better than okay.” Her voice is quieter than usual. You’re used to her playfulness; all crude comments and snide remarks. The vulnerability in her voice makes your chest tighten.
Another long moment passes, close enough that you can still feel the warmth of her against your lips.“You were right,” she says at last, voice quiet. Her thumb brushes lightly over your arm, absentminded but affectionate. “I’ve definitely never felt anything like that before.”