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⠀⠀ 𓈒 ⠀ 𐔌 SUGAR TALKING ͡꒱⠀ ۫

paring: gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: lately, your girlfriend has been acting distant

contains: established relationship, slightly angsty, miscommunication, identity reveal, insecurities, hurt/comfort, fluff ending,

a/n: i don’t want to wait a whole year to write for my girl. finally writing for someone who isn’t vi, don’t get used to it

Gwen had stood you up. Again.

At this point, the excuse was probably easy to guess. Something about ballet classes, band practice, or her dad’s obsession with Spider-Woman.

Something important enough to ignore your calls and leave your messages unanswered.

Today was supposed to be different. You’d invited her to dinner with your parents and made it clear how much it meant to you, hoping it would matter just as much to her.

It didn’t.

Dinner sat untouched for far too long while everyone waited for her to arrive. No one wanted to start without her, especially not you.

Later, embarrassment settled heavily in your chest as you found yourself making up excuses for why your girlfriend hadn’t shown up.

Missed calls. Unread texts. Last-minute cancellations. Stupid explanations.

The list never seemed to end.

Even her voicemail greeting had become familiar enough that you could almost recite it from memory after hearing it so many times.

To be fair, she’d been like this long before the two of you officially started dating. Maybe this was your karma for knowing the risks and taking them anyway.

A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed your phone onto the nightstand after checking your inbox for what felt like the hundredth time.

Guilt twisted in Gwen’s stomach while she watched the disappointment written all over your face through the bedroom window. For a moment, she wondered if she was about to make the right decision.

The choice had already been made, though. She’d thought about it countless times, gone over every possibility, and now she was here.

Standing outside your apartment door.

A hoodie the two of you bought together hid her suit beneath it, while a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat crushed in her left hand.

There was no turning back now.

A couple of knocks echoed through the apartment before the door finally opened. Your eyes traveled from head to toe, completely indifferent, barely acknowledging the flowers that would’ve melted your heart on any other day.

No greeting came. Instead, you turned around and left the door open for her to follow.

“Your parents aren’t home,” she pointed out, desperate to break the tension somehow.

“I told you they had an important work event after dinner today,” bitterness dripping from every word.

“Oh.”

The fact that she didn’t remember wasn’t exactly surprising.

Pretending to search through the pantry gave you something to focus on besides her presence, besides how much seeing her actually hurt.

“Look, babe…” Gwen started, pushing her hair back the way she always did when she was nervous. “I know saying sorry won’t fix anything… but I need you to understand—”

“There’s nothing to understand!” The words came out sharper than intended as you finally forced yourself to meet her eyes. “I’ve tried, okay? I’ve really tried. I want to understand you, Gwen.”

A hard swallow followed as you fought against the tears threatening to spill.

You’d held them back for so long. Why couldn’t you do it anymore?

“You never answer my messages. You’re always disappearing, and whenever you come back, it’s like this.” Your hand gestured toward the bruise on her cheek, a gift from the Vulture that you’d only just noticed. “It’s always the same thing, and honestly… it feels like you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

The sight of tears in your eyes made Gwen’s chest tighten.

She wanted to step forward.

Wanted to wipe them away with the sleeves of her hoodie.

Wanted to do something.

Yet her body refused to move.

“I don’t think this is working anymore. I think maybe we should…”

A couple of hurried strides carried you toward your bedroom. Freedom was only a few steps away before an elastic snap echoed through the apartment.

The next thing you knew, your body was being pulled backward. Something sticky wrapped around your wrist.

A web.

A web shooting straight from Gwen’s wrist.

The sudden force sent you stumbling directly into her, leaving barely any space between your bodies. Her hands landed on your hips, crushing the bouquet in the process.

Before your brain could fully process the new information, the remaining distance vanished. Her lips met yours. Instantly, every argument and ounce of frustration melted away.

“Gwen, you’re—”

The words died on your tongue as you pulled away, completely stunned.

No chance to finish the sentence.

Another tug drew you back in. This time, the kiss deepened.

The bouquet slipped from her grasp and hit the floor while your fingers tangled in her hair. A soft hum escaped her lips, the vibration carrying through the kiss and making a smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

Eventually, the lack of air forced you apart.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Concern softened your voice as your thumb brushed gently over the bruise on her cheek.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face.

“I was going to… but you seemed pretty busy trying to break up with me.”

“No, Gwen. Before that.” Your gaze settled on her blue eyes.

For a moment, uncertainty crossed her features.

“I… I was going to tell you. I really wanted to.” A small nod gestured toward her web-shooters. “But all of this… it’s a huge responsibility. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe. To save you the way I couldn’t save—”

“Gwen.”

The name alone stopped her.

Gentle fingers tilted her chin upward until her eyes met yours again.

“You don’t have to deal with all of this alone.” Your voice softened. “You could’ve told me. I could’ve been there for you. I mean, I am here for you. And I’m always going to be here for you.”

A kiss pressed against her forehead sealed the promise.

Almost immediately, her arms wrapped around you.

Warmth settled against your shoulder as she buried her face in the space between your neck and collarbone, breathing in your familiar scent. Strands of blonde hair brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of ticklish warmth behind.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important to me.”

The words came out muffled before she lifted her head to look at you.

“You’re the most important person in my life. That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”

Blue eyes searched yours.

“No more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” you echoed, resting your forehead against hers.

Silence settled between you, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that came after everything had finally been said.

For the first time in a long while, the uncertainty was gone.

A grin slowly spread across your face.

“So… what do you think the chances are of you web-swinging me to school one of these days?”

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go go juice

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: it’s been six months since you and vi broke up. you were convinced you had moved on until a night out with your friends proves otherwise

contains: drunk reader, drunk calls, modern au, alcohol use, exes to ??, sex mention, fluff

You didn’t need a clear head to know this was probably a bad idea, but the alcohol running through your system was what made you search for that number in your contacts in the first place.

Luckily or maybe unfortunately, you’d managed to slip away from your friends and lock yourself in the bathroom. They definitely would’ve stopped this from happening.

Under different circumstances, a day like today would’ve been your second anniversary. Instead, you’d gone out to a nightclub, trying to pretend you were over her.

There was nothing to pretend. It had been six months. Of course you were over her, you tried to convince yourself.

But after one too many shots of the club’s finest liquor, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

The second you found her contact, you hit the call button without hesitation. You still had her saved under that stupid nickname with all those cheesy emojis.

You wait one second. Then two. Three.

“Hello?” Her sleepy voice comes through the phone.

You wonder if she’d been dreaming about you, and nostalgia sinks its knife into your chest as you remember those quiet mornings waking up beside her.

“Viiii!” you whistle, dragging out her name, afraid you might never get to say it again, though you decide to blame it on the alcohol. “Remember that time we almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of that bar you like…? What was it called again…?”

“Are you drunk?” she asks bluntly.

“Whaaat? Meee?” You laugh. “Is that really how badly you remember me?“

“Are you alone?”

“Ever since you left me, yeah,” you whine.

You can hear her let out a soft laugh on the other end of the line.

The two of you hadn’t ended things on bad terms. You were just at very different points in your lives, and she needed time. It was the perfect example of right person, wrong time.

“Are you alone?” she asks again.

You hear a bit of rustling in the background. She’s gotten out of bed and is looking for the jeans she wore earlier that day, along with her combat boots.

“No. Mel and Sky are here, but it’s not the same without you.”

“Please tell me where you are. I’m on my way.” You hear the jingle of her keys.

“Oh, my hero!” you exclaim, throwing your head back and immediately smacking it against the graffiti-covered bathroom stall. “Ugh.”

Vi spends the next few minutes trying to get an address out of you, but eventually she gets fed up and messages Mel directly.

Despite everything Mel warned her about, less than ten minutes later, Vi’s arms are wrapped around you as she guides you toward the exit.

“I’ll take care of her,” she assures your friends, who stare at you in disappointment after you did the very first thing they told you not to do.

Thankfully, the drive isn’t long, and before long you’re fast asleep in the passenger seat.

Once she gets you back to her apartment, she carefully settles you onto her bed and slips off your shoes Then she trades your party clothes for one of her old hockey jerseys from college.

Just as Vi leans down to drape a blanket over you, you begin to regain a little awareness.

“Vi…” you mumble, reaching out to cup her cheek. You have no idea how you’re supposed to form the words, but somehow they slip out anyway. “I love you, Violet.”

Vi’s eyes widen, and for a moment she freezes.

She has to fight the instinctive urge to answer “I love you too”. Instead, she swallows hard and reminds herself, more for her own sake than your.

“You’re drunk.” gently, she takes your hand away from her face.

Your words stay with her long after you’ve drifted off on her couch.

People always say drunk words are sober thoughts.

She tries not to dwell on it. There will be plenty of time to think about it tomorrow, when she’s dealing with her ex-girlfriend’s hangover

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i would give my kingdom for just one kiss

paring: knight! vi x princess! reader

summary: after years of war, your loyal knight has returned to your arms. as the future queen, is your responsibility to show her your gratitude for her service to the kingdom

contains: forbidden love, medieval au, yearn, oral (vi! receiving), minor & men dni

Two years had passed since the last time you saw her. So many things had changed since then, yet your love for Violet never could. It would survive every battle the kingdom was forced to face.

Beneath an old tree in the castle gardens sat your favorite place in the entire palace ever since childhood. Freedom existed there somehow. It was where you first met her, and where she kissed you for the first time despite knowing the risks that came with something so simple.

Flower crowns rested in your lap, violets, specifically. The memory of one quiet afternoon with her drifts back into your mind: sitting in her lap while carefully placing your newest creation atop her head as she nervously protested, terrified the two of you would be discovered.

The geopolitical conflicts between kingdoms and the war itself had become the object of your resentment for taking your beloved Violet away from your arms.

Nothing had been heard from her since the last letter she sent nine months ago. No confirmation that she was alive. None that she was dead either. Thoughts like that were easier ignored, just like the upcoming acceleration of your coronation as queen.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.”

The wind carries a voice toward you, one recognizable even amongst the finest musicians in the kingdom performing for a royal gala.

The flower crown slips from your hands as you turn around and finally see her.

Her unmistakable pink hair had grown longer since the last time your fingers braided through it. Cuts and bruises scattered across her freckled face. Eyes still the same color as the sky on a peaceful spring afternoon. Her armor remained spotless as always despite the circumstances, though one arm hung at her side in a poorly made sling.

“Violet!”

The shriek leaves you the second you jump to your feet, the sudden movement far too improper for a princess.

For one horrible moment, it feels like the cruel illusion of some witch. Slowly, carefully, your hand reaches for her face just to make sure she’s truly there. Violet melts beneath your touch instantly, her uninjured hand settling over yours.

“Gods, I missed you so much.”

Arms wrap tightly around her neck as tears finally spill against the cold metal of her armor.

“I know, I know,” she murmurs softly, stroking your hair. “I’m here now. And I’m not leaving again unless you ask me to.”

“If you leave again, I’ll have them strip you of your title.”

Only then do you pull away, driven by the selfish need to look into her eyes again.

She admires you in silence, the way sunlight spills across your hair, the way your dress hugs your figure so perfectly it almost feels cruel.

Countless battles have been won under her command, yet restraint has never been one of her greatest strengths. Not when it comes to you. Desire overwhelms reason far too easily after years spent apart.

The sudden movement pushes you abruptly against the tree, though a quiet groan immediately escapes her lips after carelessly aggravating the injury in her arm. Still, after so many years of waiting, pain hardly matters anymore.

Screw the knight’s code.

The time made you forget how perfectly her lips fit against yours, like a sword in a stone. You moan as her tongue entwines with yours in perfect harmony, after you’ve given it the slightest opening.

You feel her hands struggling with the laces of your corset; though she’s no novice, her injured hand poses a major challenge.

“Wait,” you pull away with a growl, but she immediately makes up for it by paying attention to your neck. “I’d like to be the one to take care of you this time.”

Your words paralyze her.

“What?” Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, surprise written all over her face.

“You heard me,” you say firmly. “You’re badly wounded. You’ve just returned victorious from a war. It’s my duty to thank you for your service to the kingdom.”

“It’s not necessary, my princess…”

“Violet,” you interrupt, taking her chin between your fingers and forcing her to look at you. “Please, you deserve it.”

She always loses to you; there’s no need to fight anymore, because she knew she was going to surrender anyway.

That’s how she ends up in your royal bedchamber. Her tattooed back resting against your soft pillows and sheets fit for royalty, arching with every touch of your tongue that teases her swollen clitoris.

She had fought armies, men twice her size, and had always emerged victorious. It was ironic how all it took to bring her to her knees was the gaze of a princess. Her princess.

No one had ever made her feel this way. Maybe she had died on the battlefield, and this was heaven.

Look at you, still in your beautiful dress, doing everything to please her, to the point where your jaw aches, and her armor has been scattered around the room for quite some time now.

“You’re doing very well…” she praises you, and feels her vision blur.

“You’re taking me so well, my loyal knight” you hum

She lets out a loud moan as she feels your mouth suck on her pussy, and to maintain her position, she grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your face closer to her.

“It feels so gooood, princess… nnngh I’m close”

You lick like a hungry woman until you can taste her climax, and all you can hear is her ragged breathing. You give her a soft kiss on the thigh before lying down beside her and caressing her face.

Even after all these years, you still manage to be each other’s ruin and redemption all at once.

“Next time be quieter, someone might have heard us, Violet,” you scold her, absentmindedly playing with her hair.

“Will there be a next time?” she smiles mischievously.

A laugh escapes from your throat and you give her a peck on the lips.

“You can count on it.”

Vi takes your hand in hers, so delicate against her own, covered in scars. Only then does she notice the jewelry shining against your ring finger.

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kiss me and i might drop dead

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: you and vi go on a first date

word count: 1.8k

contains: no use of y/n, mentions of vaping, r is wearing makeup and a dress, running out of a restaurant without paying (don’t try this at home kids), modern au, piltie!reader, r being a picky eater, pure fluff

a/n: this is clearly inspired by olivia odrigo's single and that taivan scene cuz im rewatching yj and i miss them sm. and while i’m here PLEASE someone send me vi requests i’m begging 😭

It wasn’t your first date, but it was your first one with Vi. Maybe that’s why your hands were sweating

You were the one who made the first move, something she wasn’t really used to, so your directness caught her off guard. The two of you met at a mutual friend’s party, exchanged a few words and a strawberry-flavored vape. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you think that maybe you and her would make a good combination

With that in mind, it took you a while to decide you were tired of just stalking her online and resisting the urge to like her stories at the gym or during band practice. Eventually, you asked your friend for her number and finally reached out to her.

Days passed en changing texts and late-night phone calls that stretched well past midnight, until finally, , you decide to invite her out to dinner at an Italian restaurant that, luckily, isn’t far from either of your apartments

You can’t help but think back to the day you first saw her, the way her blue eyes lit up beneath the neon lights of the bar as you apply eyeshadow in the same shade to your eyelids

A bit of lip gloss is added even when there’s a small thought that, if the night goes well enough, it might end up unnecessary anyway. Still, sacrificing vanity over a fantasy felt ridiculous. After one final glance in the mirror and smoothing down the skirt of your violet dress, you finally head out the door

Luckily, there wasn’t much waiting involved. By the time you stepped inside the restaurant, Vi had already arrived. She greeted you with a casual hug, which you returned by wrapping your arms around her neck

“You look… beautiful,” she murmured

Her gaze never once leaving you as the two of you pulled apart and took your seats, draping the elegant napkins across your

Nothing seemed capable of stealing her attention away from you, not even the crash of a glass hitting the floor somewhere across the restaurant

“Thanks,” you said, doing your best to ignore how warm your face suddenly felt and hoping she wouldn’t notice the deep blush creeping across your cheeks

“And you look really handsome today…” you added before immediately stumbling over your words. “I mean, you always do.”

Luckily, she doesn’t make a comment, even though you know she always seems to have one for every situation. Instead, she simply raises an eyebrow and lets out a soft laugh.

You silently thank her for it. Any other ambiguous reaction would have probably sent you spiraling into paranoia.

The evening unfolds with an easy kind of comfort. No awkward silences, no forced laughter. She was from Zaun, and you had grown up in an luxuries Piltover apartment building, yet contrary to what some might have expected, being together felt effortless, as if this was exactly how things were meant to be.

Once the waiter leaves after taking your order, Vi immediately starts teasing you about your choice of meal. She had ordered pesto pasta with goat cheese, while you had gone for the plain spaghetti and meatballs from the kids’ menu.

“I can’t believe you brought me to the best Italian restaurant in town just to order that.”

“Hey, the other pastas have weird textures!” you protested.

Vi tells you an exaggerated childhood story about how she used to steal candy with her friends. You laugh, offering one of your own in return about how much you hated being forced to share your birthday cake as a kid.

She talks about band practice and how safe she feels when she’s with them, mentioning that if things go well, maybe they could make something bigger out of it someday. You support the idea without hesitation.

Since the topic had already come up, you casually mention wanting to learn how to play an instrument someday, only for her to immediately offer herself as your guitar teacher.

“Wait, you’ve got something here.”

With one of her calloused fingers, she wipes away a small bit of tomato sauce from beneath your bottom lip. Once it’s gone, the spot where her touch had been seems to burn against your skin.

It’s nearly eleven by the time you realize how much time has passed. Only a few bites of spaghetti remain on your plate. Vi had finished eating several minutes ago, but talking too much tends to make you forget about other important things, like actually eating.

The restaurant is close to closing. Soon, one of you will have to ask for the check, and that means the night will be over.

Everything feels perfect, and you don’t want it to end. Some selfish part of you wishes the two of you could stay like this forever.

It’s been a long time since you last felt this way. Peaceful. Life gets complicated, and somewhere along the way, you start neglecting yourself a little too much. Maybe that’s why it had been so long since you’d allowed yourself to feel something for someone again. Since you’d genuinely enjoyed another person’s company this much.

Vi rests her chin against her fist over the table, nodding along to every word leaving your mouth, her blue eyes carefully following the rhythm of your voice.

For a brief moment, you notice her gaze flicker down toward your lips, only for it to dart away so quickly that you convince yourself you must’ve imagined it.

“What?” she laughs.

“Nothing,” you blink, only now realizing how long you’d been staring at her, and that somewhere along the way, you’d stopped talking. “Maybe we should ask for the check.”

You mentally curse yourself. Idiot

You reach into your bag for your wallet the second the waiter comes back with the check, but Vi immediately stops you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, sounding almost offended.

“I’m paying. I’m the one who invited you to dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that. I wanna pay,” she insists.

“Okay… what if we each pay for our own?” you offer instead.

That’s when you notice the crooked smile slowly forming on her face, the kind that always means trouble.

“Or…” she lowers her voice into a whisper, “we could just not pay.”

“What? Absolutely not!” you immediately protest.

“Oh, come on. I used to do this with my siblings all the time when we were kids in Zaun.”

She looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes imaginable, the kind you can never say no to.

“You’re a terrible influence, Violet,” you roll your eyes, only making her grin widen.

Hopefully, she doesn’t notice the effect she has on you as you follow her instructions, pretending to head toward the bathroom only to slip out through the emergency exit instead.

A startled yelp escapes you when cold fingers suddenly wrap around your wrist, not realizing she had been right behind you the entire time.

“Hope you can run fast, sweetheart.”

She drags you down the hallway just as the door swings open behind the two of you.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

“Move!” she laughs, tugging you forward without warning.

The two of you sprint out of the alleyway, trying not to get caught by the footsteps chasing after you. At some point, you end up weaving through traffic just to lose him, earning several angry car horns in return.

Your heart pounds violently in your chest from the adrenaline.

Or maybe it’s just her.

Eventually, you duck into another alleyway to catch your breath once you’re sure the waiter is nowhere near you anymore. The second your eyes meet, laughter bursts out of both of you at the exact same time.

“God, if you ever become some famous guitarist, you’re gonna get canceled for that,” you wheeze between laughs.

“So this is your first time getting into trouble, huh?” she teases with a smug smile.

“Is it that obvious?”

She steps closer.

The distance between you becomes almost nonexistent, personal space clearly meaning nothing to Vi. Gently, she brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear, her intense gaze melting into yours.

Without thinking, your hands cup her face as you crash your lips against hers. Vi instantly responds, gripping your waist and pinning you softly against the wall.

A shaky breath escapes into the kiss at the exact moment you feel her smiling against your lips. After all the tension that had been building between the two of you, there’s nothing soft about it.

Every coherent thought leaves your mind entirely, and if the wall behind you hadn’t been supporting your weight, you’re pretty sure your knees would’ve given out right then and there.

When you finally pull apart for air, Vi rests her forehead against yours while your thumb gently traces the Roman numeral tattoo on her cheek.

“Wanna come over to my apartment for a bit?” she asks softly. “Maybe we could rent a movie or something.”

You nod immediately, even though some part of you already knows she might regret asking later.

Because once you’re there, you’re never going to want to leave.

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you’re dating violet lanes

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kiss it kiss it

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: you have to choose which lipstick wear to an important dinner, luckily your girlfriend is here to help you

warnings: make out, slightly suggestive, implied mentions of r being feminine, pet names, no use of y/n, english isn’t my first language

a/n: yes it’s based on that green yuri extra art

Vi wasn’t exactly known for being patient, but when it came to you, she always tried her best.

Her eyes kept drifting toward the clock hanging on the wall of your shared apartment, trying to ignore the way the hands crept closer and closer to five. you had an important thing to attend with her family tonight. She was finally introducing you as her girlfriend officially. The plan was simple: dinner at Ekko and Powder’s place for a small reunion

Vi had been ready for the past half hour, and ever since then, she’d just been waiting for you to finish getting ready too

Eventually, after mindlessly flipping through TV channels out of pure boredom, she decided it was time to check on what was taking so long.

“Not to pressure you or anything, angel, but if you don’t hurry up we’re gonna be late, and you know how traffic gets around this time,” she mutters from the hallway before pushing your bedroom door open.

Then she sees you sitting at your vanity. Beside you sits a pile of cotton pads stained pink and red, right next to your lipstick collection. Different shades, brands, and finishes scattered across the table.

“Oh, sorry, babe,” you apologize after jumping slightly, not noticing her presence until a few seconds after she leaned against the doorframe. “You know how indecisive I get sometimes.”

Vi rolls her eyes fondly as she sits at the edge of the bed. She can’t help admiring you. She can’t stop the way you steal the breath from her lungs every single time she looks at you. Honestly, she’s pretty sure that if she doesn’t do something about it soon, she’ll eventually suffocate and that’ll be her official cause of death.

“I seriously don’t get why you need this many lipsticks,” she says casually

“I think I’m just a little nervous, I mean… I’m meeting your family”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. They’re gonna love you.” She stands up, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before wrapping her arms around you from behind.

The tension leaves your body almost instantly at your girlfriend’s touch. You can feel her strong arms holding you against her through your abdomen.

“Cherry flavor,” she reads aloud while picking up one of the lipsticks within reach, never once breaking contact with you. “My favorite fruit.”

You watch the way her beautiful blue eyes light up as her gaze locks onto yours before slowly dropping to your glossy lips.

“How about I help you with this?” she smiles in that way you know all too well, her thumb wiping away a smudged streak of lipstick from the corner of your mouth.

You don’t even get the chance to answer before her lips meet yours in a soft kiss. Your fingers slip perfectly through Vi’s pink strands, completely ruining the hairstyle she’d spent way too long trying to fix earlier. Her hands, having nothing better to do, settle on your hips like they were made to stay there, pulling your body flush against hers and lifting you from the chair in the process.

You can feel yourself melting, your body betraying your mind through a quiet sigh before you finally pull away, to Vi’s complete confusion, considering she’d already gotten drunk off the taste of your lips.

Not long after, Vi’s back hits the mattress of the bed, supporting your weight above her. Lipstick marks are scattered all over her face, her neck, cheeks, forehead, even her eyelids as evidence of your little makeup experiment.

Your lips trail against her neck, drawing soft sounds from her throat, a reaction only you could ever get out of her. And the hands that had once rested gently against your hips are now gripping your ass through the denim of your jeans.

“This might take a while,” you murmur near her ear, your warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.

“I’ll tell Powder we’re running a little late” she says without an ounce of guilt.

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