Warnings: college au, sophomore year, rugby player! Vi, glee kid theater nerd! reader, reader is a dramatic worrywart, reader has a hard time taking test, tutor! vi, friends to lovers, slow burn, praise, small touching, lil groping, vi teases reader
Genre: fluff, steamy makeout
A/n: inspo by the song Apple Cider and me missing glee 🥀, hard writing college au’s in college cause it reminds me of some of the experiences I’m not having🧘🏿♀️
You know her, I mean what lesbian on campus doesn’t? Whether you think she’s hot, you need her help or you think she’s hot; everyone knows vi.
She's a star rugby player and makes every game count! Academically she stands out in class, unafraid to share an opinion. Perception is afraid of her.
On the other hand, you aren't as liked. It doesn't bother you, but you can see the upsides to being well received.
To describe you as talkative is an understatement! Finding any and anyone to talk to at any given moment. You're just a strong-minded woman with a lot of opinions! No one really cares for that as much as they say they do.
It's a strength in the theater! Where chatter, curiosity and advocation work in your favor. However, all that thinking causes some confusion in your literature class. Everything is open-ended, interpretation plagues your mind and muddles your words. Harms your grades on standardize testing!
So, you got paired up with vi at the student center. Which is complicated. Vi can be a nice person but she's also stand-offish. Untouchable unless she wants to touch.
That intimates you. What if she doesn't like you and you’re stuck with her? What if she thinks you're stupid? What if she can't even tutor you because she's caught up in girls?
A lot of these "worries" are assumptions on her character, but it still makes your chest pang and your throat tight.
It flies out the window when you’re on her bed. Vi’s dorm is a solo suite; lucky.
She told you that she prefers to tutor somewhere comfortable as it helps her stay focused. The ambiance of low music from her speakers and the blows of the warm flame from her lavender candles all making a safe atmosphere.
Vi is wearing a hoodie with her number on it, sweatpants and cozy red socks. She feels a little too relaxed next to you. Your outfit full of whimsy and frills. Always choosing to dress up no matter the occasion. Your stocking covered feet swinging slightly as you get adjusted on the bed.
What she can’t take her eyes off of is your hair. The style suits your features, your bang pinned to the side. She never realized how pretty your eyes are. Never gets the chance to with how you usually hide your face.
Her eyes seep into your soul as she pays attention to your body language.
Your manicured fingers play with the edge of your skirt when you think you’ll say something stupid. You’ll cross your legs and purse your lips is you’re focusing. Mumble the words she’s saying so you can really comprehend what’s being said.
You’re so cute. Too cute, it throws her off.
She clears her throat, “I think that’s good enough for today.” Vi curtly closes her book. You make an “o” with your mouth and nod.
“Are you sure you need tutoring? I mean you seem like you get the content.” Vi ask as she puts her hair up.
Your eyes flicker to her wrist, something about the sliver of her tattoo showing making your heart jump.
“I get the content but as soon as I get to the test it’s like I never attended the class!” A pout found your lips, almost asking for a kiss in Vi’s eyes.
“I see. We’ll work on that next time yeah?” Her voice lowering towards the end of her sentence.
“Yeah” you say as you put your shoes back on. When you reach for your tote bag, she hands it to you with a quiet “here you go.”
For a second you read into it before convincing yourself she’s just being nice.
“Your hairs cute” vi says as you step through the threshold. You look over your shoulder and say, “thanks, nice hoodie” before entering the elevator.
Was that flirting or a compliment?
That’s something you question every-time you two meet up. More like when she’d pop up on you. Making time to see you.
You really didn’t need extended tutoring more an explanation and some praise to calm your anxiety’s.
Praise is all vi could shower you with.
“Good job angel”, “see all you needed to do is breathe baby”, “that’s my smart girl”
The same went for you, making sure to stop by her practices. Cheering her on then asking her to check your homework.
“That’s my girl” is all she’d hear. It makes her want you to come to her games but that’s pushing it. You’re just casual friends, games are for girlfriends everyone knows that. Doesn’t stop her from giving you the hoodie with her number on it.
Her mouth almost fell off the day she saw you walking with your theater friends wearing the hoodie with that hairstyle. Adorn with your flare.
She appreciates your fashion to a point she doesn’t imagine you naked. Not that she didn’t want to see you naked.
Didn’t help that you ran up to her and jumped on her that day. Passing a big test. Swiftly her strong hand cup your thighs with a little squeeze.
“We did it! I thought I was gonna fail but I breathed and I thought of you and I fucking did it!” You scream, granted her ears do hurt but it’s you. She’d do anything for you.
“You thought of me superstar?” A rasp flowing out her cocky grin.
“Stop calling me that” you mutter as you get out of her arms. Fluster that she could hold you that long. You know she’s strong but now you could feel how strong she is.
“We have to celebrate!” You exclaim, “let’s go to that taco truck you mentioned the other day.” Your hands find hers, tugging on them a little.
“You sure you don’t want to go with your friends?” She tilted her head to the little group watching and smiling. “I see them more than I see you so…”
“So you wanna see me more?”
“Of course I do” you say in a soft hush, feeling that old tightness in your throat.
Her grin turned to a wobbly smile. Some blush highlighting the tip of her ears. Without a word she interlocks herself with you and takes you to her car.
It was a bit of drive so it was a good time to really talk. You’ve gotten to know each other in-between studying but nothing serious just fluff.
“So how’s your sister doing?” Her shoulder gets a little tense but she tells you that she’s good. That she’s enjoying being back home. You’re not sure on what the relationship is there but one day vi had to run out and get her.
“I appreciate you asking. I actually think you’d like her.” She whispered, eyes flickering over at you.
“I’d love to meet her one day.”
The car fell into a comfortable silence, Vi’s phone playing magic man throughout the car.
“Any solo’s coming up superstar?” When her ears weren’t meant with a pitch defying squeal, she looked over to see you’ve drifted off to sleep. Remembering your comment about motion sickness.
At a red light, vi used her knuckles to caress your face. Just wanting to touch you. Feel your skin against hers without fear; fear of rejection.
Sleepily you turn into her hand, nuzzling it. “We there?” You mumble, those beautiful lips capture Vi’s gaze.
“Um no, just uh wanted to get an eyelash off your face see?” Quickly she plucked a lash and blew it off. Feeling like an idiot because of course you felt that so she removed her hand and drove.
“Y’know you could’ve just said, hey I wanted to touch you so I did.” You look at your compact to make your lashes look good still.
“Then I want to touch you so.”
You clamp it close and look at her.
Another silence, not so comfortable more of a tension, “do you mean-”
“I mean it” she looks at you as she reverses into a parking spot. Arm around your seat. Oh how you want to bite her bicep.
The walk to the truck had some static, it got worse when the woman assumed you were a couple.
Neither of you said anything against it.
The tacos were eaten in silence besides the occasional “mhm” when you swap.
Maybe five more minutes and you’d be back on campus. You reach for her hand and she gives it to you. “How come you’re single? I mean I’ve heard the player rumors but I don’t see that for you?”
“Is that a big word for you?” You mock with a pout, playfully she lifts your intertwined hands and bites your knuckles. You lean over and bite her cheek.
“I almost crashed the car geez” she slows down the car, “and you didn’t so it’s okay.”
She’s been anticipating your face that close to hers and you ripped it away.
“I’ve been single because I’ve been waiting on this one girl.”
“Who?” She cocked her head to the side, and gave you a face that made you feel stupid.
You’d never just assume it’s you! She knows a lot of people.
“Be quiet for the rest of the ride” she said with a chuckle. Of course you listened. You listen to her for the most part.
The walk to your dorm is quiet, gnawing at you to ask her again.
Your hand in her butt pocket and hers around your waist.
“Is it me?” You whisper when you reach your door.
She lets you go and pins you against the door, soft enough to not alarm your roommates but hard enough for you to let out a gasp.
Her face lowers into yours and whispers, “yes dummy” against your lips.
Softly you press your lips against her, arms wrapping around vi’s neck.
The kiss spread a warmth through your chest and an excited path to your heat.
Vi pressed her body against yours, a moan falling from her lips when you stick your tongue in her mouth. The two of you smile as you pull away, “want you against the door” you whisper and she listens.
Your lips lock again and your tongue slip against each other. Your hands travel underneath her shirt and go underneath her sports bra. Kneeling the fat of her big breast.
A small fuck left vi as her arms wrap around you one hand lowering to squeeze your ass.
Spit dribbled down her chin as you suck on her tongue. Fighting everything to keep your hand from going south.
Your nails pinch her nipples making her whine a bit louder, “moan my name” you whisper, eyes half lidded.
When those heavenly noises hit your ears you have to pull back. You want something good with vi and don’t want to fuck her against a door for the first time. Maybe the third?
“No come back” vi whines as she reaches out for you. You kiss that pout off her face. “Mhm clean yourself up.” You hand her a napkin in your purse.
“Not good to fuck early, so goodnight” you say in a singsong voice. “Text me when you make it in”
She nods distantly, but doesn’t let go of your hand.
“Sleepover?” You ask, feeling like you’re leaving your puppy outside your bedroom door.
“Please?” Her voice cracks a little, mostly from her throat being hoarse.
As you open the door, your roommates were right there, listening the whole time.
A/n: I really hope y’all like this one! I had so much fun writing it! Honestly one of my new favorite vi’s! Mwah xoxo; also I’m tryna keep on schedule but I’ll sprinkle in more Leah!
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