Holly

vi’s hand smooths up the bare expanse of your back, your shirt and bra long-since discarded onto the bedroom floor. when her hand reaches the back of your neck, she hooks her thumb over your jaw to redirect your mouth to hers and slot your lips together. you sigh into the kiss, and when vi pulls back, blinking at you with an unmistakable hunger in her eyes, she murmurs something under her breath that you can’t parse.

“hm?” you hum, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. 

“i said,” vi starts, nose nudging against yours, “i want you to fuck me.”

when she sees the smirk on your lips, you swear vi blushes redder. 

“oh, vi,” you coo, voice saccharine. “is that what’s got you all needy?”

you might be imagining it, but you swear you see vi’s eyes get glassy from embarrassment as she bites her lip, nodding her head in response to your question. 

she mutters quietly, “yeah, that’s…that’s it.”

what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t give her what she wants? no - what she needs?

you sit up on the mattress, hands finding the waistband of vi’s boxers again and pulling them slowly down her thighs. you toss them to the mixed pile of clothes on the floor, focusing instead on the way vi’s chest heaves when you pull her legs apart to reveal her center, where’s she’s already glistening with slickness. 

“bet you’ll take my fingers like nothing,” you muse, one hand reaching forward for you to dip your fingers in vi’s wetness. her abs flex when she feels you between her legs, your fingertips spreading her arousal until her whole cunt is shining with it. 

“don’t you think?” you ask vi, gaze flickering up to hers. when she nods, you smile and give her thigh a pat with your other hand. “good girl.” 

the hand between vi’s legs moves in closer until your fingers breach her entrance, your middle and index sinking into her warm, twitching walls. 

“oh god, mm,” vi moans. her eyes flutter shut and you watch her expression change with every thrust of your fingers; her brows wrinkle, her nostrils flare, her lips twitch. and every time she feels your thumb press against her clit, you’re rewarded with the sweet sound of vi’s needy whimpers. 

but it’s not long before your fingers aren’t enough. vi cants her hips upward, watching your hand work between her thighs, and her voice is all ragged and wrecked when she tells you, “more - i need more.”

so you give her more. you dig in the nightstand drawer for your harness, a purple silicon dildo hanging from the o-ring, and vi watches you adjust and fasten the strap, her hair beautifully disheveled as she lies in the center of the mattress, waiting for you to fuck her senseless. 

climbing back onto the bed, you slot yourself between the redhead’s spread thighs. 

“you look so beautiful like this, you know,” you tell her matter-of-factly, your eyes taking in every inch of her naked frame beneath you. vi’s cheeks have taken on a permanent shade of red, a flush that creeps down her neck and towards her chest. she laughs shallowly at your compliment.

“i mean it,” you say, voice a tinge firmer. “my beautiful girl, i can’t wait to stuff you full.”

“fuck,” vi curses. “you can’t just… say stuff like that.”

“of course i can, i’m the one wearing the strap, vi,” you remind her, wrapping a hand around the base of the dildo and moving your hips forward to smear the silicon tip through vi’s soaked folds. her reaction is immediate - she gasps, back arching prettily off the mattress. 

“see?” you smirk. “so beautiful.”

vi doesn’t have time to protest, because you push the head of the strap into her cunt and every thought in her head comes leaking out of her ears, gone. you watch with reverence as the strap sinks further and further into vi’s entrance, your hands finding purchase on her hips once again.

you move your hips in shallow strokes at first, slowly working up to a quicker pace. with every push and pull of your hips, vi falls apart further, her eyes squeezed shut as she hooks her leg around your waist to encourage you closer. 

you’ve only done this a handful of times - vi’s usually the one who likes to pound you into the mattress, but you’re not bothered by the change of roles. even if it’s not often, you love seeing your girlfriend like this - pliant and needy, clinging helplessly to you as you spear into her again and again. 

“so deep,” vi pants out, the blunt ends of her fingernails digging into your arms as she grips onto you for steadiness. “fuck, i might - i might come.”

“let me help you,” you respond, voice a little breathless. one hand leaves vi’s hip to snake between your bodies, fingers deftly searching for the place where she needs your touch the most. when your middle finger begins tracing circles on vi’s clit, she unleashes another punched-out moan, tears stinging in her eyes from all the stimulation. 

“like that,” she gasps, voice desperate, “fuck me like that, oh god…”

it’s the combination of your punishing thrusts and the wet glide of your fingers on her clit that finally makes her come, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her vision goes white. pleasure explodes throughout her body, and though you don’t stop moving your hips, you slow down to admire the sight of vi when she reaches her peak - a sight you’ll never tire of.

only when you’re sure vi has rode out her orgasm do you pull out from her, your eyes rolling when you hear the filthy, slick noises of the silicon leaving vi’s abused cunt. you part your lips and you’re about to make a comment about how hot that was when you notice a wet spot beneath vi’s hips on the bed. 

you shoot a surprised glance at vi, then return your gaze to the wet spot. you knew vi was wet, but this… this is practically a puddle beneath her. 

“babe,” you say, finally, “i think you… squirted.”

exhausted from her orgasm, all vi can do is lift her head from the pillow to glance at the wet spot on the sheets. she turns red again. 

“never done that before,” she remarks. 

you grin, climbing on top of vi again to smother her with a searing kiss. when you pull away, you have a wicked glint in your eyes as you ask: