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Being kink positive makes it really hard to be a hater of media rip. I used to love watching “the WORST book I’ve read this year” booktube videos but now its like I hear them ask, “Who is this werewolf smut even for?” Omegaverse fans, next question. “Why would you write this?” Because they find it sexy, can we stop focusing on the ewie yucky kink part and focus on the fact that the author used the word knot five times in a single scene? It’s bad werewolf erotica, but it’s not bad because it’s werewolf erotica like come on
SYNOPSIS: To save face at a get-together, Vi asked her best friend —you— to pretend to be her girlfriend for the weekend. It was harmless, just a performance... but when instincts and unspoken feelings blur the line between what's fake and what's real, things get a lot more complicated.
WORD COUNT: 7.2k+ words. | CONTENT WARNING: omegaverse setting. alpha!vi x omega!reader. fake dating, a bit of a slow burn and friends to lovers. NSFW MINORS DNI. masturbation (vi), oral sex (reader receiving), penetration (reader receives), vi has a girlpenis i guess? omegaverse shenanigans. porn with so much plot. did not wait for this to get proofread since i couldn't wait to put this out here.
note: inspired by prompts #3 and #14 from this post. a bit of a long one shot, sorry! decided to go with omegaverse for my first nsfw os in honor of kinktober •𐃷•
Vi had always thought she was tough; after all, she was an Alpha. Everything about her demanded attention: her bright reddish pink hair, blue eyes that could soften with mischief or harden like steel, a crooked smile that disarmed the brattiest Omega, a powerful scent of worn leather and fresh rain that made heads turn around in every room she walked in —she rarely backed down from anything.
Except her family and friends.
“Are you finally bringing someone to the reunion this year?” Her sister tilted her head as she threw a grape and chuckled once it hit Vi’s forehead, “Or did you already come up with an excuse?”
“Powder…” Vander’s voice was stern, but playful at the same time.
“Uh, I don’t know, guys, I can’t seem to have anything other than one-night stands,” Powder did a poor imitation of her sister’s voice, “I’m a cliché Alpha fuckgirl.”
Vi was about to tell her sister to fuck off, but a wave of nuisance hit her as she noticed her family laughing about the joke. She didn’t bother herself with whatever others thought of her, but as she looked around the living room, she noticed everyone had found their mate. Everyone but her.
Vander wasn’t traditional, he didn’t try and push any societal standards on his daughters, and Vi was thankful for that. But still, the idea that a respectable Alpha should have a mate —or, at the very least, a partner— by now lingered on her head.
And Vi didn’t have any. No mate. No partner. Only many broken hearts she left behind or girls that she could call late at night when she needed to release and relax.
She was happy with the carefree dynamic, until now that a seed of doubt and self-consciousness had been planted. She had independence. She was able to have as many friends as she wanted, some with benefits, and the rest just regular friends. That made her think of you.
That is how she ended up in your apartment on a Wednesday evening under the disguise of just hanging out. Vi was on one end of the couch, heart pounding heavily against her chest, too heavily to simply be for her sister’s nagging.
You were cuddled up on the other end of the couch, laptop balanced over your knees as you bopped your head to the rhythm of the background music that the movie you picked played on TV. Your eyes flickered up and found Vi already looking at you.
“You’re staring,” you mumbled as you looked back down at the small screen and pretended to scroll as you tried to ease your nervousness, “That usually means you want something.”
“Can’t I just look at my friend just because she’s pretty?”
“Ah, a compliment, so you do want something from me.”
Vi wanted to contradict you, but she gave up, “Okay, you know about how my family does a lot of get-togethers at the end of the year, right?”
“Yup, it’s kind of weird but cute.”
“Okay, so, every single reunion everyone is bothering me for not having a mate… Powder, Mylo, Jayce, my aunt Kels,” she rolled her eyes in annoyance, “No Omega, Vi? Are you ever settling down? You should meet my friend’s daughter.”
You giggled at the high-pitched tone, covering your mouth with one hand and shaking your head, “I get it, but I don’t understand what this has to do with me.”
“I can’t go through that. So… I need a shield.”
“Uh-huh,” your eyes narrowed in curiosity, “And that involves me because?”
Vi let out a breath, straightening up. She held her hands together as she leaned forward, staring at the floor. It was a rare sight. The confident Alpha, now uncertain of what she was about to do.
“I need you to come with me. As my plus one.”
“Your plus one,” you repeated, as if to make sure you were listening right, “You mean…”
“Like my girlfriend,” Vi interrupted, looking back at you as she raised her hands to stop the imminent objection on your part, “It’s just pretend! Just for the weekend. You don’t need to be my girlfriend for real, it’s just—”
“Fake dating,” you finished the sentence, managing to keep your tone calm as your heart raced at the proposition.
“Yes!” Vi smiled sheepishly, “Please, you’re the only one who can pull it off. Cait is too frivolous, Kiara is too much into PDA, Evangeline is too obsessive…”
You unconsciously rolled your eyes as Vi kept on giving reasons as to why none of her past —or current— lovers could play the role. A tinge of jealousy creeped into you, and you knew fake dating Vi was not a good idea. Not when you already had the strongest suspicion that you were seeing her as more than a friend.
Her hand held yours and made your train of thought stop abruptly, making your head turn towards her. You almost melted at the way her gaze had softened up, warming your heart. You knew you were in trouble.
“Your sister will know it’s fake,” you tried to argue with logic before she could speak again, “I’ve already met her and her mate.”
“Not if we sell it,” she insisted, “We already spent pretty much every waking hour together, she won’t question it.”
“So, you want me to lie to your whole family,” you deadpanned, your quickened pulse betraying you.
“Don’t think of it as lying, it’s… performing,” she corrected, grinning as she squeezed your hand, “Please, you’re brilliant, beautiful, charming. They’re gonna love you and leave me alone for a while.”
The compliments sent a flutter through your chest and down to your stomach, but you tried to keep reminding yourself. She just needs help, she doesn’t mean it like that.
You crossed your arms against your chest, freeing yourself from her grab to try and regain control of yourself, “And what does this… performance entail? Hand holding, back hugging, laughing at your awful jokes?”
Vi couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea of fake dating you. She had never crossed the line, not because she didn’t want to have you in between her arms, to kiss your lips, to make you hers every night —but because she didn’t want to risk losing you. She was scared to commit, but she didn’t want to just use you and leave you as she did with many others. So, she sacrificed her instincts and opted to have you as a friend instead.
But maybe this whole experience could end up opening a door for both of you. Vi liked the idea of that.
“Exactly that,” her gaze had sharpened a bit, almost as if testing the territory, “Unless you’re uncomfortable.”
Uncomfortable? You longed for nothing more than to be as close as possible to Vi. Pretending to be hers, even if it was just this once, seemed dangerous, but thrilling.
You scoffed, biting your lower lip with uneasiness before nodding your head, “Okay. I’ll do it. But you owe me dinner for a whole month.”
Vi grinned triumphantly, holding out her hand for you to shook on it, “Deal.”
As you lay in bed that night, remembering the way Vi’s hand lingered more than necessary, a thought kept running through your head: it was going to be a hell of a weekend.
The thought was unofficially confirmed the rest of the week, as Vi and you kept hanging out but neither of you mentioned the upcoming “performance”. You went to the movies, went out for coffee together, and it wasn’t until Thursday night just as you were walking to your apartment that Vi finally said something.
“Wear something cute and casual tomorrow,” she was looking down at her phone as she spoke, “I’ll send you a pic of whatever I wear, in case you wanna match. You know… to look believable.”
To say you were drooling after she sent you a selfie the next day, would be an exaggeration. But heat was pooling between your legs as you stared at your phone screen.
Vi sent you a close-up picture of her outfit: a white shirt with the top unbuttoned, leaving her cleavage out there for everyone to admire, dark denim jeans that adjusted perfectly to her toned legs, the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to show the tattoos on her arm and how muscly they were. She had taken the selfie from above, and you wondered if she took it intentionally like that so that her breasts would pop up and her parted lips would catch your attention.
You tried to ignore the fire inside you and chose to subtly retaliate. You picked a white square-neck sleeveless top, pairing it with a short black skirt and matching black boots. As you finished doing your hair and makeup, you heard a knock on the door.
You gave a quick look at yourself in the mirror, noticing that your outfit would only have you shivering through the night as the weather was already turning cold. An idea popped into your head, and you ignored the denim jacket that was thrown over your desk as you grabbed your bag and made your way towards the entrance of your apartment.
Before you even opened the door, Vi’s scent overwhelmed you. You closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy it for a couple of seconds, only snapping out of it as you heard a second knock, more insistent than the first time.
Outside of your apartment, Vi rested against the doorway and cleared her throat as your scent threw her off. She had grown used to it by now, managing to push down her instincts whenever she was around you, but the excitement for this little “project” you two were about to do must have been strong enough to lose that ability.
She straightened up as the door opened and couldn’t help but look at you up and down, eyes lingering on your legs. Her gaze made her way up to your face, although she stopped a couple of seconds to stare at your chest without any discretion.
Her eyes met yours, and she smirked once she noticed the redness on your cheeks.
“Well, damn,” she chuckled lowly, “I am a lucky girl, aren’t I?”
You rolled your eyes, giving a few steps forward and closing the door behind you. Vi noticed your bare arms and furrowed her eyebrows.
“Aren’t you gonna get cold, babe?”
“Uh, bab— What?” you stumbled upon your own words, looking back at her in surprise.
“You’re my girlfriend, so I figured the nickname was necessary,” she made sure to emphasize the word, lifting her hands to caress your arms as if to warm you up, “Wanna go back inside and grab a jacket?”
You cleared your throat, head already spinning from the tension between you and Vi. “Can I just borrow yours?”
Vi’s smirk only deepened at your words, and she chuckled as she walked you towards her car. Once inside, she reached into the back seats, and the movement had her be even closer to you. Before you could enjoy the moment, she turned back around and offered you her leather jacket.
“I was going to ask you to wear something mine anyways,” she winked at you.
Yup, it’s going to be a hell of a weekend, you thought as you put on the jacket, and her scent overwhelmed you.
The ride was quieter than expected, a couple of comments and furtive glances every here and there. You looked as you arrived at The Last Drop, Vi’s family’s business. She had told you about it, but it was the very first time you went there. Especially since Vi’s talks about the place were followed by her latest love conquest.
But now, you were there with her. As her girlfriend. You walked in, immediately astonished by the atmosphere: music was playing in the background, but you were able to listen to the happy chatter of everyone there, lights moving along to the rhythm of the music, people enjoying themselves and having a good time.
“Welcome to Vander’s place,” Vi mumbled with a small grin.
Seeing the way your eyes sparkled as you looked around and the soft smile on your lips made her heart melt. It gave her the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with hers, giving you a new smile as you looked at her with surprise.
“C’mon, let’s meet my family.”
Powder spotted you two immediately as you made your way towards them and a squeal left her mouth.
“Oh! I knew it would be her!” she giggled happily as she grabbed her mate’s arm and shook it with excitement, “Ekko, I told you!”
He laughed, looking at the young Omega with tenderness, “Yes, baby, you did.”
As you finally approached the family, you couldn’t help but feel awkward at the way everyone was staring at you.
“Vi, you’re here,” a tall, sturdy man greeted her with a grin, “And who is your friend?”
Vi straightened up unconsciously, ignoring the way her heart thumped loudly against her chest as she gave you a gentle nudge forward, “This is (y/n). My girlfriend.”
Your stomach flipped at the short presentation. Girlfriend, she said for the second time and the night was barely beginning. The word sounded foreign yet delicious in her mouth. You were starting to enjoy it a little bit too much already.
You smiled politely, holding out your hand towards Vi’s dad. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
The man laughed, accepting your hand. Nonetheless, he didn’t shake it —he pulled you in for a hug. It stunned you at first, but you ended up melting into his embrace. His scent was strong, of whiskey and wood, and it reminded you of your own dad.
“Call me Vander,” he whispered into your ear, pulling away but holding your right shoulder with one hand as he looked back at Vi, “Better take care of her, kiddo.”
On any other occasion, Vi would have scoffed at the nickname or mumbled something about lame parental advice. But this time, she only smiled and nodded.
“Will do.”
“It’s about time you brought someone special,” Vi’s cousin, Jayce, playfully hit her in the arm.
“You’re so charming,” Mel, his partner, came up to hug you, too. “And I love your makeup!”
“Thanks,” you blushed, smiling at the idea of everyone liking you already, “Your hair is so pretty.”
“Okay, okay, I met her first, I’m calling best friend dibs,” Powder jokingly pushed everyone else around, so she’d be standing next to you.
A warm hand grabbed you by the hip, and you didn’t need to turn around to realize it was Vi who pulled you closer, pressing her chest to your back. You could feel her breath against your neck as she spoke.
“She’s mine, so everyone back off,” she chuckled as she tried to pass it off as a joke, but the truth was she was starting to get jealous at everyone calling out for your attention. She wanted to be the only one you focused on tonight.
The evening progressed better than either of you could have planned. Everything felt natural. You laughing at Vi’s family’s comments, the way you both looked for each other, how well you fit into their dynamic.
As you sat down on a bar stool, you sighed happily and ordered a cocktail. Vi was at your side immediately, sitting down next to you and a hand casually resting on your knee.
“This is the best night ever,” she grinned, already a bit tipsy.
“You’re ridiculously good at this,” you tried to keep your voice even, sipping the cocktail once the bartender gave it to you.
Vi’s eyes lingered on the way your lips wrapped around the straw, mind drifting and imagining how well they would look wrapping her c—
She shook her head, trying to erase the image. But it was hard as you only looked at her in confusion, eyes flickering up and staring at her between thick eyelashes.
“Good at what?” she leaned closer, breath warm against your ear, “Being charming and irresistible?”
“And a pain in the ass,” you rolled your eyes playfully, but refused to move away. Having her this close only sent jolts of electricity in your body.
“Gotta admit, I like doing this with you,” she murmured, her grin softening but teasing, “Calling you my girlfriend, being this close to you… I like it a lot.”
There was a shift in the air surrounding you. Your pulse quickened and you felt a warmth flutter in your chest. Were you feeling this way because of the alcohol? There was a pull that you couldn’t explain. Is it barely an Omega instinct or is it because of Vi?, you thought to yourself, although you feared you knew the answer already.
By the time the night ended, everyone was smitten with you and wanted you around for the next reunions. Vander said you were always welcomed into his house and bar, Powder and Ekko wanted to hang out with you as soon as possible, and Jayce and Mel invited you to their housewarming party —which, oh surprise, was the next day. And Vi was quick to accept. With that, your resolve to stay detached had begun to crumble.
“We make a great team, the best team,” Vi said on the drive home, eyes glinting, “Don’t you think so?”
You didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat, adjusting the Alpha’s jacket around you and inhaling her intoxicating scent. As a reflex, Vi’s hand once again rested on your knee, brushing it softly, but you couldn’t ignore the spark you felt as she did.
“Yeah,” you turned to look at her, it was dark, but the dashboard light let you admire her side profile, “Yeah, we do.”
The next day, you woke up to the sound of your daily alarm you had forgotten to turn off. You stopped it and stretched, rolling onto your side. Just as the sleepiness began to wash off, you felt an odd pang to your chest —a lingering warmth from the night before.
Vi. The way she acted around you even when no one else was looking. You tried to tell yourself it was all a lie, just an act, but a part of you refused to believe it. The shared glances, the physical closeness, Vi’s words… I like doing this with you, she said. Did she mean it?
You did your usual morning routine, trying to stop thinking too much about it. Still, you had to do it all over again tonight.
As you were having breakfast, you scrolled through your unread text messages. You blinked at the notifications on Vi’s chat, noticing most of them were from right after she dropped you off.
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: you saved meeee thank you sossoso mucxh
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: [Deleted message]
Vi: Sorry, sent a bunch of drunk gibberish last night.
Vi: Morning! See you later?
Meanwhile, Vi was pacing around her room, phone in hand as she hoped that you hadn’t read the messages she had sent.
Vi: come backkk i wanna kiss u bby pls
Vi: u loked so pretiii istgg
Vi: you saved meeee thank you sossoso mucxh
Vi: wanna b isside u so bapp
Vi: ur perfect bby sosososo prfect ¡(“(/”!=
She deleted them as soon as she read them, leaving the only one that wasn’t inappropriate. She didn’t usually drunk messaged people —at least not like that.
She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a shaky breath after doing damage control. What the hell is wrong with me?, she thought and let herself fall into her bed. She was an Alpha —strong, independent, and fearless. But her mind was full of images of you, her friend, the Omega helping her out, the one who made her lose control.
Before she realized, her hand had already made its own way into her pajama pants and she let out a shaky, silent gasp as she touched herself, closing her eyes to picture you —your face, your eyes, your parted lips, the way your breasts would fit perfectly into her hands.
It felt dirty, but she couldn’t stop. She ended up having to flip over, thrusting her hips against the edge of her bed. She imagined it was you underneath her, she had you leaning against a counter and had raised your skirt far enough to find your slit. Would you be dripping all over? Would you be moaning against her hand as she tried to silence you? Would you take her all in on the first try?
Her movements became sloppy and hurried, panting as she chased her own release. She finally came undone, her body relaxing against the bed. It was quick and not nearly as fulfilling as she had expected, but it was better than nothing.
Her high was interrupted by the notifications sounds on her phone, and she fixed her pants as she stood up slowly. Vi made a quick mental note to wash her sheets later in the day, grabbing her phone and almost dropping as she read your name.
You: Hi! No worries lol
You: Pick me up at 7?
Vi was not going to make it out of this weekend alive.
The evening arrived quickly, and you walked into Mel and Jayce’s home, Vi’s hand firm on your hips as you navigated around the crowded rooms. You couldn’t ignore the fact that her scent was even stronger than before, and it was making you lightheaded, so you appreciated having her hold onto you, even if she didn’t do it for that specific reason.
“You made it!” Mel greeted you with a hug once again, “Feel free to grab anything from the waiters. Dinner will be served in about an hour.”
“Vi, I should tell you, my mother invited—”
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pink-haired Alpha.”
Vi’s eyes widened in surprise as she heard the voice, clearing her throat. You noticed her grip tightened and loosened up repeatedly against your hip.
A tall, beautiful woman walked up towards you. She was smiling seductively, and you didn’t know whether to feel jealous or to admire her. Everything about her was gorgeous.
“Hey, Cait,” Vi greeted her and felt you tense up under her touch.
So, this is Caitlyn, you thought. Vi told you all about her. They had some sort of friends-with-benefits agreement, not caring for exclusiveness, only using each other to let out the stress and find some release.
You lowered your gaze as she stood in front of you, clearly intimidated by her imposing stance. Nonetheless, Cait smiled at you and held out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Caitlyn,” when you looked up into her eyes, you noticed a glint of mischief, “You must be (y/n).”
You were taken aback by the mention of your own name. How did she know who you were?
You shook her hand, noticing out of the corner of your eye that Vi was blushing. A rare sight. “That’s me. Nice to meet you.”
“I’ve heard so much about you,” Cait turned to look at Vi, “And you! You hadn’t called me in a while, I thought you vanished into thin air.”
“I’ve been busy,” Vi shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but everything inside her was screaming. There were ambulance sirens and red lights in her head.
“Vi and (y/n) are dating,” Jayce smiled nervously as he joined the conversation, nudged by Mel.
Cait nodded in understanding, turning towards the two of you once again. She smiled gently at you, and you second guessed your jealousy. Of course Vi had a thing for Caitlyn, she was insanely gorgeous. She was charismatic, self-assured, and so gentle.
You remembered the times that Vi vaguely told you about their hook ups and how you thought she was a bitch. A wave of guilt spread through your chest as she smiled warmly at you.
“You make a beautiful couple,” she leaned forward to hug the two of you quickly, her head right in between yours to whisper, “I’m into threesomes if you’re ever interested. You’re so much hotter than what I was told.”
She pulled back and winked at you, smiling once again as she said goodbye and walked away.
You blinked as you felt heat creeping up your cheeks and turned to look at Vi for answers. She was staring at Cait’s back, eyes narrowing in annoyance as she shook her head. As soon as she noticed you were looking at her, Vi smiled sheepishly at you.
“Don’t mind her, I’m not sharing you.”
Your stomach flipped once again as her hand found its usual spot at your hip.
An hour later, you were sitting at the dinner table making small conversation when you felt a familiar warmth spreading through your body. It was subtle at first, so you tried to ignore it, but out of a sudden it hit you with force.
You maintained composure for as long as you could, but by dessert, your pulse was erratic, and your breaths were short and shallow. It didn’t help that Vi smelled so good. You were hyper-aware of her: how close she was, whenever she touched your hand or knee, the spot burned as if you were on fire, her breath as she leaned in and whispered something unintelligible in your ear. Your omega instincts screamed, waiting nothing more than to stop pretending, to stop resisting, and asking Vi to claim you.
She noticed the shift in your demeanor, “Are you okay?”
You noticed the concern in her voice, the way her eyes sharpened as she worried, how her hand grabbed yours and squeezed it to comfort you, but everything only made the fire in your belly burn stronger.
“It’s… It’s the—It’s the wine,” you stuttered, clenching your hands to hide your tremors.
Vi nodded, not wanting to press you any further. Her arm surrounded your shoulders and pulled you closer, a thumb brushing lightly against your side. Little did she know it was making everything worse.
“It’s okay, hun,” she whispered, voice low and magnetic, “I’ve got you.”
The simple sentence, her presence beside you, her touch —everything was overwhelming. Your instincts demanded attention, the warmth pooling in your core betraying you.
You were always careful to track your heat, avoiding going out if there was any chance of getting it soon or using suppressants to avoid it. Your heats were unpredictable: you could either only get moody and horny but manage to handle it yourself; or you would be a whimpering mess, hiding in between your sheets or having someone help you out through it.
With this whole performance you and Vi agreed to do, you forgot to check your calendar. And your heat came with a strong force right there, at the dinner table.
Your hands clenched into fists, legs pressing against each other as you did your best to hide it. God, why here? Why now?
Vi’s head immediately turned to look at you, nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly. Your scent… it was sweet, unmistakable.
“God, did you just get—”
She interrupted herself, trying to maintain composure. As soon as a couple of heads turned and looked around the room, she knew she had to get you out of there.
“I’ll take you home,” she muttered, biting her inner cheek as she forced a smile and quickly explained the situation to Mel, who was sitting next to her.
Mel’s eyes widened up and nodded immediately, giving you a reassuring look as Vi helped you up and cautiously walked out of the place, avoiding exposing you to curious eyes.
You were walking towards Vi’s car when your knees faltered, and she caught you, holding you close.
“I can’t control it,” your eyes filled with tears, not knowing if it was out of embarrassment or the urge to feel any sort of relief, “I’m sorry, I can’t…”
Vi carried you with ease, approaching the car with you in her arms. She carefully set you down on the back seats, letting you rest for a bit. She kneeled, hand caressing your cheek.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she moved her hand away and you whimpered, “I’ll take care of you.”
Vi held tightly onto the steering wheel as she drove back to your apartment. Even though the windows were down, your scent was all she could focus on. Her jaw flexed, her shoulders stiffened, she was trying hard to restrain her instincts. Having you whimpering and groaning in the back of her car made it almost impossible.
She parked in front of your place, hurrying to carry you out of the car and let you inside. A slow whine slipped past your throat as her hands were on your skin, and Vi could swear you were burning up.
Vi made her way inside, having been to your apartment countless times before, but feeling as if it was the very first time. She walked towards your bedroom, letting you down carefully on the bed.
You sobbed as you felt her warmth leave you, “Vi, please…”
She gulped loudly, wanting nothing more than to give into her instincts, but she tried to hold it back, “I’ll stay for a bit just to make sure you’re alright. I’ll give you some space.”
“No, n—” your breath caught, feeling the air was too hot so you tried to get out of the uncomfortable dress, “Help me…”
Vi took a deep breath, holding it as long as she could while she walked towards you and helped you out of the dress. She had to look away once you were on your underwear, feeling her core pulsing, so she walked to your drawers and grabbed a random oversized shirt.
“Here you—” she stopped dead in her tracks as she turned back around.
You were lying on the bed, one hand holding one of your breasts as the other one made its way down your body.
Both of you had drunk a lot of wine, but no amount of alcohol could compare to the sight of you, on your underwear, teasing her like this.
“Vi…” you moaned lightly, and her legs gave up, kneeling right where she stood, “Vi, please… I need you. I want you.”
She crawled towards the bed, kneeling right at your feet. This was the loveliest, prettiest view she had ever seen.
“Are you sure?”, she asked, mouth watering as your hand disappeared inside your underwear.
You let out a new whimper, “P-Please...”
Vi nodded instantly, lifting herself up just enough for her hands to reach your underwear. She slowly pulled it down, hissing as your pussy came right into view. It was as if her hands had a life of their own, for they instantly grabbed your legs and pulled them apart as you tried to close them.
A wave of cold air hit you and made you shiver, but your legs burned right where Vi’s hands touched you. You unconsciously started moving your hips, looking for some friction to alleviate the feeling.
Vi looked up at you once again, “Baby, I need you to be sure about this.”
“I a-am,” you nodded, looking straight into her eyes, and the sight of Vi kneeling right between your legs, with her face inches away from your dripping pussy, only made you move your hips harder, “I’m sure, Vi, please.”
And with the confirmation, Vi dived in.
You moaned loudly as her tongue started lapping at your pussy, hands immediately grabbing her head to keep her close.
Your scent was nothing compared to the way you tasted. Vi couldn’t help herself.
“Fuck,” she mumbled against your clit, “You taste so good.”
“Please, please, don’t stop,” you moaned as you pushed her into you once again.
Vi could live like this forever. She curled her tongue and let out a low groan as you slightly pulled her hair, to which she responded with digging her nails into your thighs.
She switches it up, circling up your clit and pressing you down against the mattress. She loves it. She loves the sounds you make, the way your hips buck against her, how you’re holding her tightly against your pussy… it’s better than anything she could have ever imagined.
She sucks on your swollen clit, humming against you as one of her hands frees your thigh only for her fingers to start toying with your entrance. You’re so wet, her middle finger pushes inside you with ease.
“V-Vi!” you moan, arching up your back.
But she doesn’t give up. Her tongue speeds up as she starts finger fucking you, making circles around your clit.
Your legs start trembling and she forces them open with just one hand, diving deeper into you. A second finger enters your slit, and she’s slurping at your juices. Her tongue is curling against your clit, going faster than she did before, and she knows you’re about to come before you let her know.
“A-Ah! Shit, shit, yes!”
You come undone in her lips and she takes it all in, slurping and flicking her tongue to not let a single drop go to waste. Your hips buck from overstimulation, moans escaping your throat as you gently pull her hair.
“Vi, I need you inside me,” you whimper, “Please.”
Giving your pussy a final lick, she pulls back and admires it for a couple of seconds. Vi watches as she takes her fingers out of you, groaning as they come out fully coated with your juices. She brings them into her mouth and closes her eyes to enjoy your taste, cleaning them out before looking back at you.
You’re already propped onto your elbows, chest rising and falling rapidly, but you’re quick to whimper again as your gaze meets Vi’s.
“Please,” you say again, and it’s all Vi needs to hear to stand up.
Her clothes end up scattered around your room, not caring about the mess when you’re on the bed, begging for her to fuck you. Her clit is already pulsing, and you can clearly see it, hands immediately going to gently stroke it.
She hisses and grabs your hand, pulling it over your head as she adjusts herself on top of you, “Sorry, I really need to feel your warmth.”
Your chuckle gets interrupted as she slowly enters you, eliciting a loud whimper from you as your hands now grab onto her back tightly.
“You’re so tight,” she groans as she pushes herself inside you, “Fuck, baby, you’re taking me so well.”
“A-Ah, Vi, yes.”
“You like it?” she pushes herself in deeper, smirking at the way your eyes flutter shut and your eyebrows furrow, “C’mon, use your words…”
“Yes, yes,” you nod immediately, “Please, Vi, I need you to move.”
You’re about to complain as you feel her pull out, when she suddenly thrusts back into you with force. Your nails pierce to her back as she begins thrusting into you, quickly finding a pace that had you both moaning in pleasure.
Everything else was gone. Your minds were free of worries, doubts, insecurities —all you had right now each other. The magnetic pull of instinct, the shared heat between you, the feelings you both had let flourished into this moment.
Vi’s lips were nipping at your breasts, when she accidentally ended up making her way at the crook of your neck. Neither of you noticed the insistent tingling —Vi’s urge to mark you, your urge to be claimed. You felt a sharp pain as her teeth bit into the side of your neck, but you ignored it, too caught up with the feeling of her inside you to care.
“I’m gonna cum,” she breathed rapidly, pace speeding up as she reached her high, “C’mon, baby, cum with me.”
Without waiting for your response, her hand found her way between your legs and started circling faster and faster at your clit. You moaned in surprise at the intense feeling, letting out a whimper as you felt the second orgasm of the night hit you out of a sudden.
Vi collapsed on top of you, having emptied herself inside you. She remained inside, enjoying the warm feeling of your walls around her.
“We shouldn’t—”
“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” you muttered, walls clenching against her as your heat was far from over, “Please, Vi, I need you.”
Her eyes sparked with desire, nodding as she slowly began moving again, “Fine. Less talking, more fucking.”
Your alarm went off, and you grunted, turning it off with your eyes closed as you threw the phone at the other side of the room. You stretched out, and you narrowed your eyes as your hand hit something soft. You stirred up, blinking slowly as you took in the figure next to you: reddish pink hair, bare tattooed back, an arm holding your waist tightly, legs intertwined with yours.
Warmth pooled in your chest and in your core as you had blurry flashbacks of the night before. You went into heat in the middle of the party. You begged Vi to fuck you. You had sex with Vi.
You covered your face with your free hand, shaking your head lightly in embarrassment. You hissed lowly as you felt soreness on the side of your neck, eyebrows furrowing as your hand dropped and touched the spot.
Your fingers brushed something, slightly raised. Your eyes widened. No. It couldn’t be.
You must have begun trembling, for Vi was quick to stir up. With eyes half-lidded, she shuffled around for a bit. “Mmm… what time is it?”
“Vi, do you remember last night?” your cheeks burned red, not only from the memories of your sex-night but from feeling the inevitable pull towards Vi, stronger than ever before.
She sat up lightly, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She turned towards you, eyes traveling down to the spot where your hand still was. The sight of it seemed to fully wake her now, eyes widening and lips parting. “Holy shit.”
“You marked me!” Panic flared inside you as you threw her an accusatory finger.
“I… Hold on,” she raised her hands, and you could swear you saw the gears on her brain turning as she tried to remember, “I didn’t… Shit, I… It was an accident, I swear.”
You stood up and grabbed the first piece of clothing you found on the floor, which turned out to be Vi’s shirt from last night’s party. You were about to apologize and take it off, but stealing her shirt wasn’t half as bad as accidentally marking you.
You ran towards the bathroom, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. There it was, clear as day. A brand new, bright red, very permanent-looking, mating mark.
You hadn’t just indulged in a night of passion with your Alpha friend who you had feelings for. You had bonded. Forever.
You walked back into the room, surprising Vi who was mid-dressed. Since you had taken her shirt, she had thrown one of your pajamas on. Your instincts pulled with longing, wanting Vi to hold you in her arms, to stay with her in bed all day.
But your logical side was panicking. Vi noticed your wide, teary eyes, and made her way up to you. She had always been protective of you, hating to see you hurt or sad, but she always tried to give you space. With the magnetic pull of your bond, she knew it was going to be hell trying to be away from you.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, a hand cupping your cheek, “I’m still me. You’re still you. I’m sorry that I let my instincts get the best of me and I’m sorry that you hate this… and I’m sorry that I feel so happy.”
You froze, looking up at her with confusion, warmth stirring up inside of you.
“You’re… happy?”
“I don’t mean it in a selfish way,” she bit her lower lip, looking down at the mark on your neck, “I mean it in a ‘I love you’ kind of way.”
Before you could open your mouth, she continued.
“I’m sorry that it happened this way, it’s not how I planned— Well, I wasn’t planning anything yet,” she chuckled nervously, pursing her lips, “I meant what I said two nights ago. I like calling you my girlfriend, I like having you around, I like being with you.”
“I like it, too,” you gave her a gentle smile, “And I’ve liked you for a while.”
Vi’s smiled grew and she tugged you closer, lips brushing against your temple, “Good. Because now you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
You leaned into her, letting yourself relax fully. Your heart was pounding and body tingling, as the truth set in: Vi was your Alpha.
She was thinking the exact same thing. As her arms wrapped around you, she hummed lowly. You were hers, and she was yours. Nothing was going to change that.
“Oh my God!”
Powder put her hand on your jaw and tilted your head upwards, admiring the mark on your neck.
It had been a week since the marking incident, and all of Vi’s friends kept asking about you.
“They like you more than they like me”, she told you as you cuddled you one night. That’s why you dropped by Vi’s home.
“You freaking marked her!” Powder chuckled happily, smacking her sister in the arm, “I can’t believe it, you finally settled down.”
Vi smile faltered as her sister held out her hand towards the rest of the family and friends, and they pulled out a couple of bills to pay her.
“What’s going on?”
“We had a little bet,” Ekko shrugged sheepishly, counting the money that Powder passed to him, “Yup, it’s 20 bucks.”
“A bet on what?” You asked in confusion.
“You know, how long it would take you to actually be together,” Powder grinned as her mate gave her back the money, “You don’t think we were fooled by your poor acting last week, right?”
“What the fuck,” Vi shook her head in disbelief, “We weren’t acting!”
“You weren’t cause you were actually head over heels for each other,” Mel grabbed your hand and gave you a squeeze as she smiled excitedly.
“We were rooting for you,” Jayce nodded, “But, yeah, you come over with a girlfriend out of a sudden? She’s definitely a paid actor.”
You looked at Vi and crossed your arms in mock anger, “You didn’t pay me one cent.”
Vi rolled her eyes, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in, “Well, I have other paying methods.”
“Ew! That’s so gross,” Powder scrunched her nose before holding out her hand once again, “Told you there’d be a sex joke on the first week, pay up!”
You laughed as your friends groaned and pulled out more money, before looking back at Vi. She was already staring at you with a smile on her face.
women with a size kink who absolutely love to rock your shit with their strap, grabbing at your ass to give you support.
women with a size kink who travel their hands up your small (for them) waist, feeling the power of being in control of something so pure and fragile.
women with a size kink whose muscles flex with how hard they’re gripping at your body, with how rough they’re pounding their fake cock into your tight pussy.
women with a size kink who smack your ass whenever you don’t behave. watch your flesh grow redder with each slap, hearing the way you scream each time.
women with a size kink who bend in to reach your ear and whisper the filthiest things, such as could confirm they might have a praise kink as well;
“you’re such a good girl, y’know that?”
“you’re taking my cock so well, fuck”
women with a size kink who get cocky at the sight of their bulge shaping into your stomach;
need a pretty thing kneeling between my legs, pouting up at me and nudging at my panties because they wanna please me oh so badly<3 letting out little whimpers and moans when i finally let her lap at my clit<333
forcing the shyest girl you've ever met to touch herself while she leans her back against you, hands trembling cause she's just too embarrassed to do so. to make it harder, you make sure both of you are sitting in front on a mirror, at the bed's edge.
to strapwarm a butch, but they can't touch me nor thrust their hips.
hands tied behind their back and unable to move with me on their lap pressing my boobs to their chest, fingertips teasing the skin of his neck.
poor baby, what's wrong?
i peck his lips once, then twice trying to soothe the heat between his legs and i keep going. teasing them 'til they're whining and begging for me to let them go.
promising me that they will be good and i know they will. they always do whatever i say, they're so obedient.
Sevika is known as "Zaun's Scariest Woman," but when she's alone with you, she could give the sweetest, most innocent dog a run for its money.
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Sevika barely uttered a word when she came in that night. You thought to scold her when she didn't greet you as normal, but judging by her rigid shoulders and perpetual scowl, she'd had a particularly crappy day.
When she finally finished her longer-than-usual shower and night routine, she clambered into bed, reaching to pull you closer before burying her head in your chest. She sighed, then inhaled, then sighed again.
"Hi, baby," she finally said.
"Hey. You...feeling better?"
She nodded and tightened her grip around you. "'m sorry. Didn't mean not to speak earlier. Wasn't mad at you or anything. Just...had a day. Needed to unwind."
You brushed strands of her loose hair out of her face. Innocent strokes traced arcane marble, massaged her skin until you journeyed to train fingers through dark hair. "You know I'd help you with that if you asked."
She buried her face deeper, muffling her voice. "You're helping a lot now."
You smiled.
Having moved to lay between your legs, Sevika rested there, nuzzling her nose into the side of your breast. She breathed. Deeply.
You sat with her for an unspoken amount of time, feathering your nails across her scalp and down her neck for the occasional shiver that rolled down her spine. She wasn't sleeping—not yet, anyway, even in the dim, amber-lit bedroom you shared—but soaking in the comfort. For a person like Sevika in her line of work, high stress was a given, an expectation. Day in and day out was a fight for survival and a fight for freedom. There would always be days like this, where she'd come back to you in one piece but her mind shattered from the day's events, where she'd search for solace in your embrace to help piece herself back together. You always regretted destroying that modicum of peace with the same probing question that came to mind.
"You wanna talk about it?"
Indignation colored the breath that escaped her flared nostrils, and she slow-blinked into the distance. You'd seen that expression enough times to know what fueled it. She left the question to linger in the air. You respected it.
She reached for your free hand. Pulled it close and kissed your knuckles one by one. Then pressed her lips against the heel of your palm. Another. Then another. And on and on until she inched higher and landed in the center of your palm. Like a meditative process, the motions calmed her, relaxed her facial muscles 'til serenity returned to take control.
"Not now," she whispered and motioned closer to fit her scarred cheek between your collar and neck. "Just wanna lay with you."
And so you did.
Silence overcame once more and for a time you lay still, only interrupted by the sporadic moan that escaped Sevika as she succumbed to sleep.
the way i would kill to have a puppy butch on their knees, hands tied behind their back and leaning their head on my thigh while gazing up at me with that desperate, needy look before i shove their face between my legs.
men and minors dni
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