nsfw thoughts, mdni, +18. reader gets passed around by her sorority sisters vi, abby and ellie! fingering, oral, strapping (all reader receiving).
a sorority initiation. that’s all it’s meant to be. y’know, some sororities play harmless pranks, focus on its values and pledging process.
but no, the one sorority you decided to join has a very… non-traditional welcoming ceremony.
vi’s the president. you would have never guessed she’d be the type to join a sorority, let alone be the one in charge of it. if you had any doubt about how well she could lead and control the group of girls, you trusted her completely now that she was strapping you in front of them.
“you’re taking me so well, pretty girl,” she’s holding one of your legs over her shoulders, gaze locked on how perfect your pussy is taking her bright pink dildo in. “i had to… hmph… fill this pretty hole myself first”
“v-vi… ah…”
she grins, eyes flicking to your scrunched up face. one hand comes up to grab your neck, her pace faster than before.
“god, you’ve got the prettiest pussy,” she mumbles under her breath.
“make her cum already,” abby, the vicepresident, crosses her arms over her chest to hide her already hardened nipples. “your turn was over like 2 minutes ago”
“fuck off,” vi barks back, but her thrusts start going deeper after the comment. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and she chooses to focus on making you feel well instead. “hear that, pretty girl? they’re all dying to fuck you too, but i’m… shit… i’m the one breaking you in”
the familiar feeling of an orgasm hits you out of a sudden, and you moan as your legs instinctively close around vi’s hips and pull her closer.
a whimper escapes your lips as you feel vi pull out of you.
“wait don’t— oh fuck!”
abby practically jumps at you, her mouth latching onto your nipple as her fingers quickly slide inside you. she doesn’t waste any time, curling them and finding that sweet, spongy spot inside you.
“shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” abby groans, teeth nibbling your nipple carefully as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you.
“a-a-abby! fuck,” your back arches, but abby is quick to grab your hips and push you down onto the mattress again.
“stay still,” her hands holding your body tight enough to leave a mark. “i’ve barely started and you’re already screaming out my name, baby. imagine what i could do with a third finger”
as if on cue, she introduces a new finger inside you.
“be fucking nice,” vi slaps abby’s back, but she can’t help staring at the way her fingers disappear into your pussy.
abby doesn’t even listen to her. her lips are parted as her own clit pulses in desperation, loving the wet sounds you’re making, how tight you feel around her fingers.
you cum for the second time just a minute later, body shaking as abby helps you ride out your high.
you open your eyes at the abrupt coldness of her absence as you feel her fingers slip out of you, but they get immediately replaced by something wet, plump and soft.
you glance down and are met with the beautiful sight of ellie, the newest recruit who has barely spoken throughout this whole ordeal, lapping at your pussy as if it was her last meal.
she looks up at you just as she takes a slow, teasing lick at your folds, her hands coming up to grab your thighs softly before she dives back in.
“i-i can’t,” you try to push yourself up onto your shoulders, but your body betrays you with a slight tremble.
“you’re not leaving ellie out of all the fun, are you baby?” abby smacks your left tit, making you whimper in response.
vi pushes your hair out of your face, her hand settling down at your jaw as she grabs it firmly. “you can take one more, pretty girl”
ellie’s tongue starts circling your clit, and she has no self-restraint as her fellow friends. the heat becomes unbearable for her, she can feel her own underwear covered in slick, and she starts humping the edge of the bed looking for friction.
when you come undone for the third time, your fingers tangle themselves in ellie’s hair and push her forward against your entrance. it’s the hair pulling that does it for her, and she moans against your pussy while she cums right after you.
“good job,” vi caresses your cheek, a lopsided smirk on her face. “welcome to the phi vixens”
“we’re going to make a great team,” abby gives your nipple a last pinch.
ellie lifts her face from your pussy, eyes half-lidded as she sighs, “i call first dibs tomorrow”
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.
It is not x reader if you describe the readers fucking key features.
“As he gazed into your blue eyes…” I have brown eyes.
“You’re pale porcelain skin.” I’m black
“Your hair was a mess but you were late so you put it in a messy bun and ran out the house.” I have short ass dread locs.
Genuinely I’m getting sick of this shit. It’s sad that POC creators have to make their own fanfics and specify it’s only for POC because anything else uses specific attributes that usually only a white person could have. It’s such a fucking turn off to read a good fucking story and then for some reason the author has to fuck it up by adding “your silky hair.” Like wtf is happening? If you have a person in mind then you can make it a character x oc that’s okay! But it is NOT x reader when you’re literally turning us into something that’s not even us. Like do some of yall not realize white peoples are not the only ones reading this shit? Ik many ppl have addressed this but some ppl rlly aren’t changing and it’s just so odd to me. If u want to specify how the “reader” looks. Do everyone a favor and just say it’s an OC there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not fair to people. And it’s not even just about POC. Just in general. Like imagine a brunette reading that shit and it says “your beautiful blonde hair” like???? It’s not fair, it’s just weird. It’s not x reader, it’s x oc and seriously that’s okay!
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.
when you've been searching for half an hour for a good angst fic (all there is 10% angst 90% smut) and you finally find a fic with the warnings/tags: 'angst with no happy ending, sad ending, heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, reader death' and you know it's going to be beautiful (it's everything you've ever been looking for)
꩜ .ᐟ basically: vi hears from you that it's practically impossible for you to cum without having your clit played with, and guys never seem to find it to begin with. she takes that as a challenge.
cw: female reader with female anatomy. close friend vi. you can read this as modern au if you want, idfk. strap usage. doggy and then into another position idk the name of. manhandling. mentions of edging. petnames (doll, baby, etc.). overstimulation? squirting. very self indulgent if you couldn't tell. no plot just pôrn.
a/n; shoutout to my girls who are literally impossible to please without playing w they clit, we fightin for our lives over here. don’t expect a lot of pretty looking posts like this, i got excited. again, if any stuffs missing, pls tell me!! hope u like it…
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"oh, really, doll?"
it was an innocent conversation at first, you swore it was. you really don't know how it wound up with you bent over, face down ass up in your bed. your dearest friend, vi, right behind you. pounding into you.
"it's frustrating," you said. "i can never cum from somebody just fucking me. no guy even knows that the clit exists either." you had been around vi enough to confide in her, even with your most intimate stories and complaints. what you didn't know is that by saying that, you inadvertantly challenged her.
"fuck, vi, wait--" you gasp, hand clumsily reaching behind you, feeling up her hipbone to her hard abs, glistened with sweat. "break. break. break."
she had been plowing into you for what felt like hours now. realistically, it might only be a few minutes, but it's far longer than any other dude you had a fling with. for a second you wonder what the fuck she's eating to have this sort of stamina, because it sure as hell isn't human.
"hurts?" she asked you, tone way too kind and sweet for the position she had you in.
"no," you pant. "just... just gimme a sec--"
it didn't hurt. quite the opposite-- it felt amazing. like nirvana except maybe ten times filthier. she was pounding you to cloud nine and back and gods, it felt good, but you still hadn't cum. right, she didn't play with your clit once.
because she has to prove a point! she doesn't care how long shes gonna spend plowing into you with this goddamn strap, she wants to give you the best orgasm of your life, clit untouched. right now, for somebody that had never done this-- it was torture. a constant build-up, her tip repeatedly kissing the deepest places inside you until you felt like she was in your guts, rubbing against your slick walls, filling you up so good. it was too much, but not enough at the same time.
you didn't know, but she was being tortured too. she silently vowed to herself the moment she manhandled you onto your bed that she would not cum until you did. so, she's just sorta been edging herself for the past, like, seven minutes. may the higher lords of sex bless doggy, because were you to see her face right now, her ego would be destroyed. sweaty, red, nearly teary-eyed.
"want me to sto-"
"no," you answer just a tad too quickly. she cracks an amused huff at that, hands trailing up and down the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh.
"fuck- just- gh!-"
you didn't have to finish the goddamn sentence, because when you were about to, vi has your wrists in her hands, pulling back and slamming forward into you with a guttural growl. it’s harsher, it’s meaner, and it feels so goddamn good.
you don't even realize what's happening until your back presses against her chest. she pulled you up against her, hands still wrapped tightly together as she rut into you. with the closer proximity, her face buried into the crook of your neck. you could hear her panting, groaning, growling with every smack of her hips against yours. oh, and she could hear every little cry that came from you when she rut into that little spot you always found hard to reach.
oh, vi. shit, fuck, fuck me, yes. oh, she's gonna be dreaming about you for a while after this.
"viii!--" you whine, throwing your head back. there it was again, that heat bubbling in your stomach like a boiling pot, ready to boil over. it was stronger. far stronger. your head was fuzzy with the feeling.
"shit, vi-- fuck, fuck, fuck, i think i-"
"close, doll?" she growled. she just barely gives you the time to respond, shuffling a bit so she could angle her hips up, and oh-
"vi!" found it. head first (literally) ramming into that gooey, sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, the good old g. bet none of those guys were able to find it, huh, baby?
she growls into your shoulder when she feels your stubby little nails scratch at her lower abdomen, where she held your wrists back tight. you were close, she was close, she could feel it. perfect.
"vi, wait, shiiit!--" you cry out, but she's not stopping. it's too much to process, unlike anything you've ever felt before. you can feel the pressure building exponentially, your abused little cunt spasming around her cock, clenching so tight she nearly finds it hard to move if it weren't for the drippy slick running down your folds. it's strange, and for a second you're worried with the pressure building in your bladder, only to send shocks up to your clit.
"fuck, shit, it's weird, vi--" your head lolls back against her shoulder, jaw hanging open as you let out wanton cries and babbles.
"it's 'right, baby. jus' let go, come on..." she doesn't know if shes talking to you or herself. but she knows it works--
you finally cum with a dragged out whine of her name (that almost sounded like a scream, to be fair. she's surprised your throat isn't hoarse). you swear you black out for a second, vision going white as you feel like you explode into pleasured little pieces. and--
oh. oh.
the splashing of that milky, yet watery liquid, gushing all over her cock. damn, that's fucking hot. you should see yourself from her point of view. not only does she make you cum, she makes you squirt. vi takes that as enough victory to rut into you until she reaches her own orgasm-- which, to be fair, doesn't take too long since she's been on the edge of cumming for the past few minutes. she buries her face into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut. it still steals a few more whimpers and whines from you--and from her too, but she manages to hide them by biting your shoulder with a grunt.
too weak by both of your highs to keep upright, she ends up sitting back down onto the mattress, letting go of your arms only to wrap her own around your waist, cinching you two closer from behind. her strap has long since slipped out of you, leaving you dripping and empty, but ultimately satisfied.
"enjoy yourself?" you need a few minutes to come to and fro, blinking a few times before you see where vi is looking and look towards the direction, only to see the darkened, wet spot of your own making on you sheets. fuck.
"oh shit, that's--" you sound embarrassed, and she's quick to cut you off.
"it's fine, baby. just glad you enjoyed yourself." she chuckled. gods, she's so sweet when she wants to be. she runs her hands over your sides, kissing your nape.
"but you owe it to me, was that not the best orgasm of your life?" she whispers into your ear, her hand trailing down and down and down, until her ring and middle finger press against your twitchy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you.
"imagine what i could do playing with this pretty thing, though?"
