Beach days were rare in the undercity. Or at least getting enough sun that made it possible to enjoy the beach was rare. Dragging Vi away from another day of boxing and laying around the house to instead sunbathe and wade in decently clean water wasn’t as hard as you’d thought it’d be. Plus the added bonus of seeing you in a bathing suit that helped your argument more than she wanted to let on.
So there you both were well. Basking in the rare warmth provided against the colorful beach towels padded by the sand beneath. The simple two piece bathing suit you'd picked out hugging your curves in a way Vi could appreciate but more importantly allowing for a decently even tan that you could.
Vi was preoccupied, her and Echo messing around with a group of kids. Whipping the floor with a group of ten year olds in volleyball and a very unfair game of chicken.
You watched her for a while. Let her show off and flex anytime she'd spike the ball far past the kids heads.Eventually flipping, your cheek cheek pressed into your arm as you allowed your back to have a chance at color when you'd caught onto a hushed conversation happening a few feet away.
“ shes just so ugh” “i know, how did she even score that?”
It didn’t seem all that interesting at first. Crappy gossip about people you didn’t even know, until it wasn’t.
“Someone should tell her that whales belong in the ocean.” “No seriously, you think she’d be aware enough to cover up all of that.” “I don't know what she sees in her. All those muscles and she's stuck lugging around dead weight.”
It wasn't all that hard to piece together who they were talking about after that. If anything it was harder to brush off the pit that had formed in your stomach. It wasn’t that they were talking about you, honestly it wasn’t. You were aware you were bigger, hell anyone with eyes was but that had never stopped you. Not from feeling good or knowing you looked at it too. But the way they’d worded it. ‘Lugging around dead weight’. Now that one hurt justa tad, because maybe once in a while you did have your doubts about what Vi saw. Normal fleeting thoughts, but that had made it hit you like ice shooting through your veins.
And Vi was smart. It didn’t take her long to sense something was up. Not when you were suddenly draped in a cover up when she got back from messing around. Especially when you were suddenly very eager to head home. But she agreed, because she always agreed with you. Helping you pack everything up and begin to lug it up to the curb where you could wait for her to bring the car around.
This would ultimately lead to what would be your last straw. Because of course that group of girls was parked in the same line, and of course they’d decided to try and talk to your girlfriend as she walked by. All side glances and hair twirled around fingers as she walked past, one of them stopping her. A few seconds of chatter before a hand touched her bicep and you were simultaneously fuming and nauseous with unexplainable nerves. Looking down and fiddling with the tassels on your coverup, missing how Vi was quick to remove the unwanted touch and continue to the car.
Pulling up in front of you, you wordlessly help her load the backseat. Huffing barely at any joke she made and humming at her recounting how Echo had taken a volley ball to the face, car filled with an awkward tension. You too deep in thought to notice or care and Vi throwing side glances as frustrated confusion grew deep in her
That confusion would morph into full on frustration as the rest of the afternoon progressed. Brows pinched together every time she noticed the way you were short with her. Everytime you’d side stepped to avoid the slight chance of her touching you. Every time she caught you poking at the dinner she'd scraped together for that night (she knew she wasn’t an amazing cook but still).
That frustration would quickly fade upon catching you right as you exited the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror looking at yourself like something was wrong. Eyes narrowed as they traced your frame. Suddenly pieces were beginning to fit together, the cover up, and cold attitude and the way those girls were acting weird in the parking lot painting enough of the picture for Vi to get the point.
Done watching from the crack in the door she let out a wolfish whistle, pushin the door open to lean again the frame. Her own eyes tracing your frame in the mirror this time but with much ore appreciation than your own help.
“Youre so gorgeous babe, did you know that?” She asks,a grin playing on her lips as she stalks forward, hands sliding around your hips and sitting possessively on your thighs, tips of her fingers tracing the skin past where the towel ends.Nose pressed against your wet hair and skin behind your ear.
“Vi…” You sigh her name , eyes flicking from your reflection to hers and where her hands sit before they look away completely.
“You are.” She continues. Her tone is reverent as it is self assured. “Most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” At that your brows twitch in disbelief before you can stop them and her fingers pause in their tracks. “You don't believe me?” The tone is more challenging than a genuine inquisition.
“There have been prettier people.” you murmur in half defense of your reaction though whatever you were going to use next dies in your throat as you look up at the mirror and catch the predatory way her eyes lock onto your own.
“Not to me.” It’s simple, the way she shuts the thought down.The prospect of you not being gods gift to this hell on earth brushed away like its nothing. And you stay quiet because what could you say? Tell her she's wrong , maybe, but you doubted that’d be taken well with how she was staring at you like a woman starved. Even less so as she spun you to face her. Trapped between the sink and her body as she stares you right in the eyes, hands braced on the edge behind you. A mix of arousal and something much deeper already swimming in her eyes.
“You need me to prove it?” Her head cocks as she asks the question. The way you stand wordlessly, almost floundering the smallest uptick at the corner of her lips. “Oh yeah. Think I really do need to prove it ya, princess.”
The clear smug tone is lost on neither of you and Vi does little to water it down before her lips are pressing forward to capture yours in a hungry, almost desperate kiss. She does it like she wants to eat you whole and it has your knees weak, hands fisting the thin tanktop that sits snug on her frame just to keep yourself standing. Not that you have to worry about it for much longer. Large hands coming to cup the bottom of your thighs before you're lifted and placed atop the sink counter, lips still locked onto your own as she does it. Smiling against them as you let out a small surprised yelp at the sudden movement. Taking the break in contact as a reason to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw and eventually the nape of your neck. Kissing and sucking light marks into the soft skin.
“Vi-”your voice trembles as her name leaves your mouth. Hands coming to grip her shoulder and the back of her neck, her own having found themselves needing the meat of your hips. When they made their way under your towel you aren't sure but it doesn't seem all that important right now.Not with how you're craning your neck to give her more room and not with the way she pulls back to take in your face. “What?” You ask albeit breathless , hand from her neck sliding to sit lightly over her heart.
“Just wanted to see your face.” you supply and you don't even have time to get properly flustered at the comment before she's dropping to her knees, slotting herself between your legs but eyes still trained on your own as she sinks to the floor.
Pushing your legs apart with a touch that feels like worship, even more so as her hands caress softly up the skin of your calves, pressing a slow kiss above one of your ankles. Working slowly and switching between legs as she gets clover and closer to your barely hidden heat. Eyes leaving yours barely less than a second before their back on you.
As she's finally only a few inches from where you both know she's wanted most she pauses. Right hand moving from its place on your knee to slide up and around,gripping at the towel from your hip, two loose tugs of her wrist and she falling back into the bow of the sink and off your frame. And before the thought can even form that you should cover up an almost guttural groan is pouring from Vi’s lips. Eyes falling shut for just a moment as she presses her cheek into your leg.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” Muttered just loud enough for you to hear and doused in desperation. The same desperation you can feel as she spreads you open and drags her tongue up your slit. One hand holding your thigh in place and the other touching anything she can reach. Devouring you like you’re her last meal and if you didn't know any better you'd think she was chasing her own high.
Fingers rooting themselves deep in the already messy pink hair at the roots attempting to pull her impossibly closer. Hand dropping from its place cupping your breast to let two of her fingers gather the slick pooling between your legs before slowly pushing inside. The stretch is intoxicating paired with the way she scissors you open on the thick fingers, letting you adjust to the intrusion before she begins to curl them against you, gently but firm and messaging all the right spots. Pitchy whines and unfiltered moans flowing free from your lips as your practically sob at the pleasure.
“Thats right, mama. Sound so pretty for me, lemme hear some more.” Her fingers pick up the pace as she takes a small moment to look up at you. In this moment Vi cant fathom the idea that you or anyone wouldn't be able to see how utterly angelic you are, but even more so she wonders what she ever did to deserve this. And as you look down to see her spit slick swollen lips and eyes that watch you like you hung the stars, you think the same.
At least until she's wrapping her lips around your clit and her fingers are pressed so snug against your g-spot it makes it hard to think at all. Body trembling and shaking at the sobs that escape you at the overwhelming pleasure. A white hot pit forming in your stomach and you can feel your orgasm inches closer by the second.
“Vi- right there. Oh-oh shit dont stop, please dont. Mm-” Incoherent babbles leaving your mouth as your eyes pinch shut and the hand that isn't gripping her hair takes hold of the counter lip so hard your knuckles turn white.
She simply moans against your pulsing cunt, like she’d even consider stopping. If anything it gives her a new wave of motivation as she pushes you further and further until you toppling over the edge of overwhelming pleasure. Thighs fighting to snap closed though she hold them open best she can with one hand occupied. Allowing you to ride out your high until she can feel you twitching in over sensitivity. Fingers pulling out gently as she leans back, a thin string of spit mixed with your arousal connecting her mouth to your core.
Vi watches silent as you catch your breath from her knees. Enjoying the rise and fall of your chest as you catch your breath before she rises to her feet. Finger tips tracing up your hips, over the pudge at your sides, the crest of your breasts, to hold your face in her palms, thumbs stroking your cheeks trailing below you shut eyes. Even flushed and breathlessly you're still the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever and will ever see.” Vi reiterated her previous point. “Got that now, sugar?”
You nod, tired but with complete belief in her words. A small smile toying at your lips as your eyes flutter open .
ello! saw your latest oneshot and there's a saying that goes like 'wear the hat , ride the cowboy' so.. maybe that could be like a part two , or even a separate one??🤭
𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧' 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞?
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 cowgirl!vi x reader / 0.7k words
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 smut - MDNI (dry humping, explicit language)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 hi! thank you a lot for requesting, i hope u like it :) (divider cred; @bbyg4rlhelps )
♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎
Supper’s done, the laundry’s drying out behind the house and Vi’s cleaning up in the bathroom like always. You hear the soft pitter patter of the water in the shower, comforting - like a melody just for your comfort.
Though what catches your eye when you place her plate on the wooden table, is Vi’s hat.
Dark worn leather, adorned with a little horse charm Powder made her when they were kids. That hat has been in Vi’s possession since her granddad died, she’s worn it to your wedding and at nights when she wore nothing else.
The water stops down the hall, soft clinking of the bathroom cabinets can be heard and you know she’ll be out soon. So you pick up the hat, place it on your head, a little crooked because it doesn’t fit as well as it fits Vi.
You lean back against the back of the couch, facing the hallway. Then, like predicted, Vi makes her way down the hallway, towel still slung over her shoulders and hair damp - she stops in the doorway with a crooked grin.
“Well, well, sweetheart - playin’ cowboy, are we?” She tilts her head, gaze flickering over your form shamelessly. She takes you in, the little sundress she loves, cheeks flushed and that damn hat, her hat, perched on your head like a dare.
“Just tryin’ it on.” Vi grins, crosses the room in three slow strides. Her hands find your waist, gentle and grounding all at once.
“No harm in that, baby - looks better on you anyways.” She noses into your hair, fingers running up and down your sides - you know supper’s gonna have to wait.
Vi hooks your fingers together, slowly guiding you around the couch. She plops down onto the cushions, thighs spread and eyes half lidded.
You stand between her legs now, hat still perched on your head and heart beating like a wardrum. Her fingers glide over your waist and she pulls you down into her lap, right where you belong.
Your breath hitches when her fingers slip past the hem of your dress, right over your clothed butt.
“Such a pretty thing.” Vi murmurs, biting her lip. Your hands brush over her chest, no bra beneath the worn wife beater.
“Please.” You whisper, panties already dampening with the thought of release by her doing. A slow satisfied grin spreads across Vi’s lips, eyes focused on you and only you.
Then, her hands settle on your waist, firmly gripping the flesh as she guides your movement - making your aching pussy grind against hers.
“F-fuck.” You breathe, eyebrows furrowed with the sudden surge of pleasure.
“Look at you, hun’ - so pretty when I’m takin’ care of ya’.” She mumbles, hips lifting to meet yours.
Your forehead slumps against her shoulder, arms around her neck as you two grind against each other, damp fabric against damp fabric providing the best possible friction.
“Vi..fu-fuck, please..” You stammer, almost incoherent but she drinks it up. She presses sticky kisses against your shoulder while her hands guide your hips to grind against hers.
Obscene sounds, kisses and moans fill the air - supper’s long forgotten.
“I’m gonna - please, baby.” You whisper against her lips, hands fisting her shirt in desperation. Vi slips her tongue into your mouth for good measure before pulling back.
“C’mon, sweetheart - come for me.”
It doesn’t take long before the white hot coil in your belly snaps, head thrown back with a moan so high and blissed that Vi has to hold you, has to make sure you don’t slip from her lap. Vi follows with a grunt, with her hands tightening around your waist.
You slump into your arms, head lulling against her shoulder, eyes half lidded. Vi’s all sweaty again - for a whole other reason and she doesn’t mind.
cw # 18+ mdni, jock!vi x ballerina!reader, gay situationship, yearning, public sex, babyangst, spit, fingering, oral sex, based on a nonnie ask, long headcannons? dont know what the hell this is. wc: 3k
jock!vi who's giving you hell of a rough time lately after she admitted the fact she's not ready for anything serious, making you cut any tie that linked you back to her cause a heartbreak is nothing but a pain in the ass. tossing yourself to an exhausting routine you've been following religiously.
jock!vi who spends the first two weeks — or is it a month? keeping herself busy, cause she cannot afford being sentimental, admit that she needs you back, that she's actually scared of feeling anything else more than this anger that dictates her movements, something that will get her away from her comfort life.
"practice is closed to public," she deserves the coldness in your voice, the way your gaze is so quick to find hers through the mirrors and look away, still in that fucking uniform she loves—. "you can't be here."
ballerina!reader who's always wrapped in pink. pink uniform. pink nails. pink ribbon holding your hair there in a bun as vi once again find herself looking after her boxing practice. matches so damn good with her own hair it's almost a joke to remember how devastating you are in her eyes.
how did she get there anyway? when did her mind played tricks on her long enough to make her change the path to her bike all the way up to the ballet studio? like she already belonged there after all the times sneaking out the weight room to see you practice. she made fun of you at first, but now? fuck, it's so hot when you mention some movement's name in remarkable italian, making her big hands hold your waist when you're spinning in one leg and vi's mesmerized by the grace of it, the delicacy, how you seem to be everything she's lacking.
"no, don't go" the pink haired begs as she notices how you were already gathering your stuff, tossing your shoes to the gym bag still in your pointe shoes "don't go. i need to talk to you... please."
her mind drift away as she speaks, can't help it cause see you again is much like breathing a deadly flower. you're so quick to settle back in her system, ready to live under her skin if asked. you're sweaty, heavy breathing cause hell, you always push yourself harder than the rest, you always stay there an hour of two cause you can't stand disappointment, being less than you force yourself to be even when vi's repeating again how good you are every single time she's there looking, on a sleek suit (and a huge bruise in the right eye) making everybody stand up when you're up on the stage, nervous as ever when you pick up her bouquet of flowers in the end, holding it tightly against your chest.
"five minutes. you just have five minutes and i’ll leave. got better things to do."
fine, whatever. she can actually do it in fucking three.
jock!vi who thinks she's not going to be that pathetic for the first fifty seconds until her tongue takes over and she's spitting truth after truth without any filter at all: maybe she's tired, maybe practice leaves her dry and unable to think for herself, maybe you're the one who has that crazy spell over her, wrapped around your finger even when she tried so hard to avoid it.
"i miss you so much," the words came out of her mouth since her brain can fuck off right now, her own body making decisions on its own — "i'm so tired of pushing you away, of trying to turn off my feelings for you cause i like to pretend i don't really understand them. and i'm so fucking sorry for it."
"no more bullshit, promise to me" you state, and vi can see the tension still lingering on your shoulders, making you stiff and constantly stressed. "if you make me mad i will dump you-"
jock!vi who takes your words as an invitation when she's pulling on that little transparent skirt wrapped around your waist she don't understand at all, one that covers nothing, but its enough to get you closer, to make you shut up, give you time even, to pull away if you wanted to.
and her kisses are messy like everything she does, cause vi has no control over her necessity over you, on how it makes her hands shake almost of the withdrawal of medication, her mouth's all over — invading like a battle of the middle age, your knight who’s taking until you're out of breath and she can see how swollen your lips are, how your gloss rest now in her skin too.
"don't get any weird ideas, vi. not here."
"yes, whatever you say. now come here you fucking tease," she tries to be funny for a damn second, tries to be cool even when her tone is fileld with desperation, tossing her boxing gloves and her own gym bag to the floor. "won't do nothing weird, just need a few kisses."
her arms wrap around you like you're something sacred, a victim of her good intentions overshadowed by a layer of bad behavior, can't think of consequences or anything else more than how good you fit against her, how you keep her warm, complete.
"i can't stop thinking about you," vi's breathing against your neck before pressing soft kisses against the side of it, gentle bites cause she lacks of force now that she's sore and tired after practice, letting her own desires speak for their own, her mouth betraying her own brain — "i can't stop thinking about this, about us and what we have."
"and what do we have huh? i'm not really aware."
"i dunno. you tell me."
ballerina!reader who stumbles over her own words, nervous as ever cause vi's too close, too cocky, too confident for her own good. her teeth pull on the skin of your neck, and you're openly whining about your next presentation being close to the weekend and how you cannot be suffering from her hungry hickies.
"behave," you almost beg her, but it's too late for that already when she's nodding at your words and you know how it works: when she's giving you the reason but she's not capable of stopping herself from taking what she wants, when you cant remove yourself from her either since you have poorer self control as well. that would've explain why she's all over you still, why her hands are so quickly to grab your ass in response, roughly squeezing both cheeks only to get you closer to her.
"i am behaving," vi replies convinced she has it under control—. "you'd be in much more trouble if i weren't behaving."
"vi-"
"please, don't you think i've suffered enough already? that i've missed you long enough?" it's almost a plea, ready to beg if you wanted so. "there's no one around but you and me- don't make me beg, practice's over, this is my time and you're taking it away from me..."
how can you ever deny her special needs?
jock!vi who's touch get more and more demanding by the seconds, almost forgetting where she is still, like the mirrors don't replicate the image of her groping on all the right places, touching and enjoying the curves of your body, the smell you've been reeking after been jumping around, twirling and dancing your guts out.
"it’s the damn uniform" the boxer admits, almost ashamed of having to admit her lack of jurisdiction— "the fucking uniform-- s'making me think a lot."
“i can't change it, pretty sure its mandatory.”
"i'm not complaining. the designers here- really onto something. makes me think pretty nasty stuff when i see you," its a new confession when she's making sure to coax as close as possible, until there’s no more space and she’s all you can breathe. "stuff that would make you remember me we're in public and not in my dorm room in that voice of yours when you're mad" — "pulling a restraining order on me."
jock!vi who has trouble in not messing with you: how is she supposed to not pull the soft ribbon holding your hair only to watch it fall against your shoulders? you're furrowing your brows together but you cannot be mad at her when she's stealing a new kiss in response, not like this anyway.
"don't give me that look, it was already falling. sides i'm keeping it" doesn't matter how sweaty you are, how you scrunch your nose when her fingers get under the tight grip of your leotard that got vi mentally thanking on how summer makes you not wear those sheer pantyhoses you use in winter, cause your underwear's thin enough to be good as damn nothing and it gives vi enough access to touch — "i missed you. shit- i missed you so much."
tightening the grip in your waist, she's cornering you against the wooden ballet barre, almost making you see the tattoos on her back since she's wearing this damn tank top and hell; the mirror gives access to every detail, every muscle: if she's doing that on purpose? her success is imminent.
jock!vi who's turned on by the adrenaline rush, who's muscles burn after a rough session of training, after eternal minutes of running under the sun. vocal already cause fuck: this is medicine for the soul.
"gonna fuck you here so everyone knows who you belong to" she states, making your head spin, "if someone comes in, well they better be thanking me for keeping their star dancer in peak cardio shape. you're damn welcome too."
"interesting. are you always this horny after practice?"
ballerina!reader who contrary to all beliefs, it's actually very bad at remembering why it's a bad idea all sudden, when the cold mirror makes you shiver at the unexpected contact, the perfect excuse on why you’re experiencing goosebumps everywhere the jock's touching.
"ten minutes," vi promises already fond of the mirrors, of both of your figures mixing up in the image that repeated all over again in a room with such a rich space, so much that made it felt crowded even when there’s only two people there. "i promise, just ten minutes. no one has to even know."
"if i don't cum in ten minutes, we are finishing this in my room."
"the showers."
"i said. my damn room, needy mess."
"well. ten minutes it's actually a lot in situations like this. generous even."
jock!vi who's dropping to her knees seconds after, not as sign submission but devotion, of the love that flourished when she's making you rest your leg right against her shoulder. her hand push your waist against the mirror, and you have to hold the barrer cause vi catches you flying low, hella low when it makes your legs shake in nothing but the expectancy of it.
"amazes me how you stand there and have the audacity to call me needy when i'm not even touching you," you'd reply, sassy, intelligent as ever cause even when you're turned on, you can think still, at least until she's using a hand to spread you open, using the wet of her mouth to lick over the fabric of your ballet uniform until it latches to your cunt after, make it stick to your skin like's not there and you're too invested into looking to say anything at all — on how you need that leotard for tomorrow, how you should've accept her shower idea.
"you're needier than me, if that doesn't made it clear" you're mumbling something about needing her to shut up, however, vi's not playing around when her spit mixes up with your own arousal, covering her chin, landing on her tongue when spreading you apart with the skilled muscle of her mouth. just a few touches and its enough to pay special attention to your clit, to make your hips move slowly against her face.
so good. she's making the fabric of the spandex to the side and before you can say something about how she's testing her limits, she's coating two fingers with your own need, lubricating them to push them against your entrance.
ballerina!reader who keeps eye contact like a damn champion when vi admitted one time how much it turns her on, how her blue orbs stare at yours while eating you, her fingers slowly pushing inside until she's knuckles deep. she’s kind, nice even giving you time to adjust, to savor the moment as you cunt seems to squeeze her digits as a warm welcome, as a way of driving them deeper, somehow rougher.
"oh good fuck," vi moans when she has the perfect look of your pussy opening up for her fingers "fuck- this is so hot. so hot sucking my fingers until there's no space.”
"no fucking-"
"no fucking" she promises, lies lies lies—. "i don't see how this could be considered fucking. we'd call it quick fun from now on."
and the boxer's entranced by the smell of you right over her nose, how you move right against her face, looking down, burning holes in her skin through the reflection. vi’s her knees are sore, puffy lips, she's always been messy in general, but today? today it takes the fucking cake when vi's unaware of her own shirt being stained but the combination of fluids, a testament to the comeback, to the need of being one.
jock!vi who likes to make you watch. makes you entranced to the way her arm flex every time she thrusted her fingers inside, how the flesh disappeared and the room's filled instead with a wet, lewd sound that seemed to travel in space. she's having no damn mercy when her digits curve all the way in, when she forgets about the barrier of layers of your leotard and she becomes pussydrunk instead, starved and hallucinating on whatever hallucinogen you carried on your sweat.
"do you see that?" vi asks, voice rough, strings of saliva still connecting her lips to your swollen cunt—. "gonna fuck you in front of mirrors all the time now. see those pretty tits bouncing, the dumb expression in your face- mhm we're definitely fucking in front of the mirror in your dorm."
jock!vi who's a pervert every single time. who's panties dampen while impatiently trying to rub her legs together, soothe the ache. she's such a visual learner she gets off at the sight of you, from your erratic movements, the way she's using actual force to keep you standing, leaning against the mirror and not crumbling in her arms.
you try to be silent and it's so damn nice to see you like this, to know how she's reducing you to pieces when your biting your lower lip hard to muffle the sound of your moans, how you cunt suck her fingers until they're fully in, open, warm and inviting, vi’s ready to cum from the sight only.
you're so in control all the time, snarky comments, sarcastic as fuck, you always have something to say until she's turning your world to misery, until she’s tormenting you, consuming every thought, every inch of your being, installed in your lungs.
"c'mon stay on your feet," vi says, blushing at her own words cause she's supposed to be the one who's able to carry you around, used to always move you around at her needs — "m'tired too baby. do it for me."
her words slur together, her mouth's getting tired, her muscles burn now as they keep moving, keep fucking you against the soreness installing on her body after the adrenaline's already settled.
"yes-" you reply trying to be of help, pulling on vi's hair cause it's so long now you can actually play with it, tug it and wrap it around your digits. “i’m trying i promise, i’m trying.”
good girl. she'd try to vocally praise you, but vi's too invested in making a feast out of you, on have you making the most delicious sounds as she's pulling the leotard entirely to the side and her tongue finally swipes from all the way to your abused hole back to your clit, face-deep in your folds cause no. it’s simply not enough.
ballerina!reader who can't help but be loud when peaking. who's clumsy when falling, unable to hold her weight anymore. who got vi closer than ever when you finally cum, pushing her closer, rougher than before. half lidded eyes, drool on the corners of your mouth: that's the look vi wants to see on your face every day, the look of being throughly spend, used.
she's working you through it like it wasn't already enough. like she isn't pushing on your boundaries enough as she overstimulates you. insatiable, ravenous, eternally greedy when it comes to you.
"sweet fuck," you breathe out, tangled limbs, sticky and damn dirty at this point—. "do you think anyone saw?"
"no" she replies, but in reality, vi doesn't care about been seen "we were quick. pretty sure it was less then ten minutes also."
both of you're unaware of the camera hidden in the right corner of the room at least until next practice when your soul's leaving your body:
camera. she ate you out in front of the security camera.
so vi heard it multiple times already when she’s wrapping the pink lace of your hair now in her favorite boxing gloves: she has such good intentions, but she's a victim, as usual, of her bad behavior.
fwb!vi x fwb!reader who act like they hate each others guts in public, always making snarky comments at each other, trying to steer clear of one another so they aren’t left alone in a room together, who both inwardly get insanely jealous when one of you flirts with someone else but won’t openly admit it because your arrangement with each other is so fucked up and kinda crazy. behind closed doors though? you’re always over each other, acting like you hadn’t see her for months at a time, when you both know it’s been 2 days. but it’s vi who falls first, slowly stops answering your calls, your texts, hates to see you flirt with someone who isn’t her; she doesn’t know you don’t fuck them, you can’t, wouldn’t be right. they aren’t her. she becomes distant, and avoids you solely because she’s falling in love with you.
it takes a week for you to fall harder, missing the warmth of her body next to yours, the subtle smirk on her lips when you’d say something so out of pocket before burying your face between her legs and making her cum over and over. you started to miss the soft kisses she’d leave on your shoulder, it wasn’t something you were used to, but you loved it, loved to feel the way she clung to you as you sunk the strap into her pussy, velvet walls clenching around the silicone tightly. even your ears missed the blessing sound of her moans, the soft gasps, the broken sobs with each thrust of your hips, practically devouring her.
and when violet’s alone in her apartment that night, the same apartment that was always filled with your shared kisses, the gentle touches, everything you both hide from the world, the silence becomes too much. she misses you, but she’s scared to reach out. worried if she spills how she feels about you, it would ruin something so special to her. she wants you, you want her, but you’ve both been hurt too many times. violet doesn’t know you’d do anything for her. nor do you know she’d anything for you.
the annoying one;
alright, your silence is not doing it for me. m’coming over, you brat. we need to talk.
18+ apparently all i can think about is tired/lazy & needy tribbing with vi. not the best but we move :)
your hands are everywhere and nowhere. for a while your arm is around her waist, your hand cupping the back of her head and her mouth is taking all your kisses possible. she’s greedy but methodical. she wants more but her hunger for them is low. she’s tired, hasn’t slept much in the past few days, but she wants you. she wants to feel every part of you. her teeth nipped your bottom lip abruptly, and vi grins against your mouth at the moan that claws out of your throat. “brat,” you huffed and held her tighter. guiding her hips back and forth slowly, her cunt sliding against yours.
“am i?” she laughed but it quickly changes to a soft whimper once you’re grinding upwards, practically dragging her against your cunt. “fuck,” vi pulled away, pressing her forehead against yours. “i love you.” she mumbled, gripping your shoulder tightly.
sliding your hand up behind her neck, and threading your fingers into her hair, you smiled softly at her while tugging hard enough to have her gasping. “i love you,” you chuckled. “you’re so needy when you wanna cum.”
“missed you so much today,” vi whimpered, fucking herself down against your cunt faster. her hands scrambling and trying to hold any part of you that she could. “you feel so good.”
reluctantly, you remove your fingers from her hair, quick enough that she herself is pulling away and looking down at you. her lips are parted, soft moans and whimpers slipping past her plump swollen lips and a deep blush blooms the apples of her cheeks when you cup her face and grin tiredly at her.
kissing the palm of your hand, vi murmured quiet i love you’s and grabbed your free hand in hers, and interlocked your fingers. “you make me feel so good,” she admitted, eyes fluttering closed when you’re pulling her face closer and locking her lips in a soft kiss. “always make me feel so good, you’re perfect.”
falling back onto the bed fully, vi giggles at your abrupt huff, that she greedily swallows, and leans over you, still fucking herself fast and hard against your soaked pussy.
“fuck,” you murmured against her mouth, her hands pinning yours beside your head and grinding down on your cunt with more vigor, and more need. more more more, she pleads, tears running down her face and staining her flush skin. “baby, fuck, oh,” you chanted between moans and squeezed her hands tighter.
her cunt slides against yours with ease, like it was made for yours and she’s pulling one of her hands away from yours and gripping one of your tits instead, squeezing at the flesh and pinching at your nipple each time her hips move in a slow yet agonising gentle pace, grinding down enough. “you’re so fucking hot,” her lips rest against your shoulder, biting and sucking at your skin. “s..shit.”
“vi, baby,” your voice cracked, free hand reached out and grabbed her hip. “c’mon, baby, fuck yourself on my pussy like you mean it. you’re not gonna break me.”
pathetically, vi pulls away, sits up slowly, rests her hand on your lower stomach and wraps her arm around your leg before giggling at the way you groan under your breath and hum softly. “like this? you like how i fuck you like this?” she asks, hips moving frantically, nails digging into your skin.
“yeah, yeah,” you replied breathlessly, eyes hooded yet wide and staring at her in pure adoration. “just like that angel, keep fucking me like that.”
“gonna cum,” vi cried out at the feeling of the flutter in her stomach. “please, need to cum, let me cum, please,” she begs, cunt clenching around nothing.
“yeah? gonna cum, baby? all over my pussy?” you laughed, voice cracked and raspy, your hips buck up into her and violet keens at the feeling of your pussy rubbing deliciously against hers. “of course, you are, go ahead baby, make a mess over me.”
your words have the blood rushing to her head, her clit throbs and her hips and legs are starting to ache. if it wasn’t for the grip you had on her, she would have fallen onto you by now, still needy and whiny. “little more, please, fuck, i just need—” the words die in her throat, can feel your clit rubbing against yours and she sinks her nails into the skin of your stomach. “please cum, need you to cum with me—” vi cries, unaware of your own orgasm approaching.
“m’right here with you, baby,” you promised, stroking her hip slowly. “whenever you want, cum, s’okay.”
“oh fuck, i love you, i love you—” a loud whimper rips through her throat, and her body tenses abruptly. “you’re so good to me, i love you.” she repeats.
vi’s orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, without another warning and her body goes rigid above you. she holds your leg to her tightly, riding through her orgasm selfishly, with you not far behind. “cum, please, baby—”
it’s not long after and your body tenses this time, your hands flying up to grab ahold of her hips and keeping her still. grinding up against her pussy, your eyes flutter closed as you cum with a guttural moan. vi’s body twitches, needing something more as you hold her, not letting her move and practically using her to get off, “baby, can you just— need you.” she whines, holding onto your hands, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“shut up, i let you use me to get off, now it’s my turn.”
