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FRATBOY!VI who is obsessed with making you feel good.

Your hips buck up as Vi’s palm smacks against your clit, two of her fingers knuckle deep inside of you and pounding into you regardless of your squirming.

The wet sound of your cunt could almost be drowned out by the music coming from the small speaker on the desk if she didn’t have you so wet and worked up.

Her legs stay hooked over yours to keep your legs spread and open for her and she rests her head on your shoulder from behind you. “You feel so fucking good baby,” Vi breathes into your ear, her free hand sliding up your bare chest to palm your breast, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “So wet for me, god…”

You drop your head back against her shoulder as she attaches her lips to your neck again, your chest heaving beneath her hand. “Fuck Vi, please…”

Vi pulls her face away from your neck, looking over your shoulder to watch as she pulls her fingers out of your, soaked with your slick, and pulls them up to spread it around your swollen clit.

“Please what, baby?” Vi pants, the sight of you all flushed and writhing against her turns her on to no end, her nipples hard against her shirt and boxers damp against her cunt.

“Let me cum,” You whine as you turn your head to look back at her, you hand reaching down to grab Vi’s wrist to guide her fingers back inside of you but she just takes her hand off your chest and grabs your own, lacing her fingers with yours.

“I’ve got you, darling.” Vi catches your lips in a kiss, a little awkward due to the position but that doesn’t stop her. She relishes in the slight falter of your lips as she pushes her fingers back inside you and picks up her rhythm again.

You don’t even get through the next song before you’re pulling your lips away from Vi’s with a gasp, your legs tensing as you grind your hips into her fingers with every thrust. “Vi, fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Vi—“

“Yeah?” Vi keeps the same speed, only changing so her palm grinds into your clit harder. “C’mon then baby, come for me.”

Your eyes roll back as pleasure crashes over you, your back arching against Vi’s chest and your cunt clenching around her fingers. Your hand tightens almost painfully around Vi’s where they’re still linked against your chest.

Vi fucks you through it, letting you ride out the high as she murmurs into your ear how beautiful you are when you come apart for her. She only slows down once you slump back against her, chest heaving, eyes hazy. The most gorgeous sight she’s ever seen.

FRATBOY!VI who is the CEO of the middle finger. Someone teasing her about you? Middle finger. Someone telling her to knock off the pda? Middle finger. Someone being an asshole to you? Nah, that’s an attempted punch in the face, usually being pulled back by you before she gets kicked out of college for breaking the assholes nose.

FRATBOY!VI who always has her arm around you in public. Slung around your waist to rest on your hip, sometimes shoving her hand in your pocket to keep you close. An arm around the back of your neck, resting on top of her jacket that’s sitting around your shoulders.

FRATBOY!VI who is always sleeping half naked in the summer. When you sleep over, you wake up to her in just her boxers. Either being held against her, an arm wrapped around you and her bare chest pressing against your back or she’s sprawled out on her front, tattoo’s out in the open for you to trace as she slowly wakes up beneath your touch.

FRATBOY!VI who isn’t always the one in charge during sex. Sometimes you like to boss her around a little and sometimes all the time she likes it.

Vi groans, her hands tightening on your hips as you trail your hand down her abs and into her boxers. Fingers sliding through the wetness and stopping to rub circles around her throbbing clit.

You lean forward, littering kisses down her neck from where you’re straddling her on the couch in the corner of her room. You pull your hand out suddenly making her curse and lift her head from where it was leaning against the back of the couch.

“Baby, what…?” She pauses as you slide off her lap, shoving your fingers in your mouth and moaning at the taste of her as you sink down to the floor between her legs.

“Up.” You pat the side of her hip, your thumbs hooking into the waistband of her boxers to pull them down.

“Fuck,” Vi curses, lifting up for a second to shove them down her legs and kicking them off her onto the floor, a visible wet spot on the front of them from the affect you have on her.

You don’t even give her a second before you’ve placed your hands on her thighs and attached your mouth to her clit, sucking it into your mouth and burying your nose in the hair surrounding it.

Vi moans in surprise, her hand immediately coming down to your head as her other clenches the arm of the chair. She pushes her hand through the front of your hair to move it away from your face so she can see you looking up at her, eyes fluttering shut every now and then as pleases little hums leave your mouth.

“Shit, you’re so pretty like this,” she pants, a small whimper leaving her lips against her will as your tongue flicks over her clit just right.

You pull back slightly to lap up the wetness seeping out of her, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as you go before burying your face in her heat again. You wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.

FRATBOY!VI who wears her strap to a party under her clothes just so she can fuck you against the counter in the bathroom. Who loves being able to see you get more fucked out as she pounds into you in the mirror opposite.

FRATBOY!VI who, despite the image she has as a fratboy, loves the softness. Cuddling with you in the morning, watching you as you do your makeup, staying on call with you as long as you both can into the night whenever you don’t sleep together.

FRATBOY!VI who had girls all over her before you. Still does. Except now, she has the dull throbbing marks on her neck to show she is very much taken that she doesn’t even try to cover up. Not caring about who sees them.

FRATBOY!VI who loves when you ride her strap. Seeing you on top of her, tits bouncing and moans coming from your mouth every time it bottoms out inside you, she could cum just from the sight of you. Who grabs your ass in her hands to help you along when you start to falter as your orgasms builds up.

FRATBOY!VI who watches you beat all the others at beer pong. Who sits on the couch with a drink, one arm slung over the back of it where you were previously sitting, listening to the cheers from the surrounding people and the groans from the guy you were up against.

“That’s my girl.”

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Vi hisses, sinking her fingers into your hair and dragging you towards her, the other hand pushing down the waistband of her boxers just far enough to shove you between her legs.

You let out a deep, satisfied moan as she grinds up into your mouth, your fingers digging into her powerful thighs as she shuffles back onto your narrow bed, jerking you up with her.

Somehow, you'd lucked out and landed the only single room amongst all the figure skaters, and really, it'd be a shame if you didn't put it to good use.

"G-god Princess — your fuckin' tongue —" Vi keens, head tipping back as you fuck your tongue into her slick cunt, slotting yourself more comfortably between her legs. You let out a satisfied hum, watching her face contort in pleasure as you wrap your lips around her puffy clit and suck, keeping the pressure varied as she trembles above you. She is salt and sour on your tongue, and you can't ever imagine yourself getting enough, but you do pull back to grin at her as her entire body starts to arch off the bed.

"Jesus sweet screamin' christ —" she's panting as she glances down at you, her hair still stuck to her forehead in bright, sweat-slick strips, "where the hell do you learn shit like this?"

You drop a chaste kiss to her inner thigh and watch as she tenses.

"You can learn a lot from the internet these days," you answer, batting your lashes.

Vi rolls her eyes before motioning for you to join her.

"C'mere — 's not fair you're the only one getting to have fun."

You slink your way up her body and park yourself with your knees on either side of her hips. She lets out a contented sigh, palms resting on your thighs as you lean down for a long, slow kiss.

"So," she says, her voice mired in gravel and smoke, "you ready for the free skate tomorrow?"

You groan, dropping your face into her shoulder.

"No, but… whatever."

"Aw, you'll do great, Princess."

"Yeah, I know I'll do great but… will I be good enough."

You huff, pushing your lips into a pout as you sit back up. Vi cocks her head with a soft smile.

"You're already good enough, sweets. You just… gotta show the rest of the world. That's all."

You grace her with a crooked grin.

"If only all the judges thought like you."

Vi scoffs, "I'd rather the judges not know about all the ways you're good enough for me, thanks."

You laugh, warmth fizzling down your spine as Vi inches her fingers beneath the hem of your top (a personalized jersey with her number on the back, of course), grazing the underside of your bra with dark eyes and parted lips. You reward her with a luxurious moan, rocking your hips down into hers, hissing at the wet friction of your bodies, even separated by the material of your leggings.

"C'mon, let's get these off —" Vi grunts, rucking her hips up and tugging at the waistband, "'s not really fair that I'm half naked and you've still got all this shit on."

You giggle at the sandpaper grind of her voice as she paws at your leggings, yanking them down your legs, her biceps flexing as she hoists you back over her hips, palms settling against your waist as you tug her jersey off with a gratuitous little shimmy.

"Sweet fuck you're hot…" Vi groans, reaching up to squeeze at your tits as you tug your bra off in a single, fluid movement. Her thumbs skate across your pebbling nipples and pleasure sparks the length of your torso, your clit pulsing with want as Vi licks her lips.

"Not as hot as you," you say, leaning back down for another kiss — parted lips and tongue and teeth, messy and urgent and unrestrained.

"God, you're nuts," Vi chuckles, tugging you back with a fist in your hair, your brows slightly furrowed at the pain, your cheeks flushed with pleasure. You swipe your tongue across your lips and rock your hips down just hard enough for her breath to catch.

"Only for you, six."

Vi lets out a helpless laugh that's interrupted by a thick groan as you bend down to mouth at her neck, sinking your teeth into her shoulder.

"F-fuck babe — that's gonna leave a m-mark —"

"Mm… 's alright, your gold medal'll cover it."

You grin against her skin, work your slow way down her front, the frenetic adrenaline surge of watching her score the tie-breaker goal still burning through your veins. There's a haziness to the corners of your vision you can only assume is lust, something liquid in the way desire rolls through you every time Vi lets out another helpless sound, her fingers tightening and loosening in your hair like a hand on a bridle, guiding you down till you're caught between her thighs again.

"Needy," you tease, pillowing your cheek on her skin as you flick your eyes up at her. She nearly whines, heels digging into the sheets of your rather narrow bed.

"Then quit teasing —" her voice cracks as you lean forward to press the flat of your tongue against her slit, licking a long, slow strip along her cunt, moaning all the way. You can taste her arousal, the familiar tang of it making your head spin as you lap languidly at her folds, reaching up to part them slightly, letting your tongue dip in a fraction of an inch before pulling away again.

This time, Vi really does whine, the sound tapering into a low growl that rumbles through her chest.

"Princess, I swear —"

"Mm," you hum, circling her clit with the tip of your tongue, grinning as her thighs clamp around your cheeks, "are you gonna fuck my face like you mean it, then?"

Vi lets out a disgruntled huff before yanking you harder against her cunt, your nose buried in her bush as she grinds into your mouth, her powerful hips dictating the pace, nearly robbing you of all your air, but you don't care.

There are things more important than breathing.

Like getting your Olympic Gold-medal winning girlfriend off with your tongue, for instance.

You can tell she's close by the way her hips shake, the ripples that roll up from her thighs into her gorgeous stomach, her abs tensing beneath the strain and pleasure. Her grip on your hair loosens, but you only press in harder, reaching up to slip two fingers into her heat next to your tongue, massaging at the tender spot just behind her clit that you know will have her cumming in three seconds flat.

And so she does, with a pitched whine and a series of shuddering breaths, Vi rides out her orgasm against your face — you hum deep in the back of your throat as you lap it all up with slow, wide licks, grinning when she peers down at you over the length of her freshly sweat-slicked body, her eyes slightly unfocused, a dopey grin slung across her lips.

"Holy shit…" she slumps back onto your pillow, blinking hard up at the ceiling as you sit back up and wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. It comes away sticky.

"Mhm," you agree, making a show of licking your lips even though you can feel the slick all the way down your chin. Vi shakes her head, pulling you down to swipe a thumb across your cheek.

"Gotta little something there," she says, her eyes half-lidded.

"Yeah? Wanna help me clean it off?"

Vi considers you for a moment before chuckling and tugging you down for another kiss. And this time, its your turn to gasp as she reaches down to swipe two fingers along your sodden folds.

"Damn, someone's horny."

You crinkle your nose, "You watch your girlfriend win an Olys Gold and lemme know how it feels."

Vi's smile slips sideways as she flips the pair of you with a single roll of her hips, the outline of her painted bright against the light of fading day as she hums thoughtfully.

"Yeah? That a promise, Princess? Gonna win gold for me tomorrow?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help the heat that washes into your cheeks at the thought.

Wouldn't it be something if you won Gold too? And it's not like you didn't have a chance — you were only 3rd after short programs, and if you landed all your jumps tomorrow —

"Oi, y'know I don't love it when you start to space out with my tits are this close to your face."

You blink, eyes refocusing on Vi as she snaps her fingers under your nose.

You scoff, reaching up to tug at one of her nipples, her piercings lying on in a small tray on your bedside table. Vi jerks, but her expression doesn't waver, an eyebrow ticking up as she pin you with a look.

"Sorry," you say, shooting her a slightly apologetic smile, "it's just hard not to think about —"

"Yeah, I know," Vi says, leaning down with a cocky grin, her nose inches from yours, "but all we gotta do is turn off that pretty lil brain o'your's, right?" she sits back up and gives your hip a soft pat, "on your hands and knees for me."

You shiver at the authority threaded through her voice, the sharp edge creeping into the crystal blue of her eyes.

It takes you less than five seconds to roll over, shimmying your ass back towards Vi at the foot of the bed, cheek pressed to your custom-made temperapedic pillow.

"Good girl," Vi purrs, giving your ass a soft smack that makes your breath hitch in your chest.

In the four or so years the pair of you have been together, you'd learned a lot about each other's various preferences in bed. And one of the first things you'd learned was that Vi really, really likes to fuck you from behind. Something about watching the bend of your back and the jiggle of your ass, she'd said.

Not that you minded much.

"So pretty," she murmurs, leaning down, her breath ghosting along your spine, her lips trailing right after, "so perfect for me."

You think it's the control of it all, the fact that you can't see her or what she's about to do till she does it. The way you offer yourself up to her, close your eyes and take it, just the way she likes.

"Fuck —" the expletive hisses out of her, more piety than perversion as she runs her thumbs in small circles along the dimples at the base of your spine.

"Gonna fuck you so good, your brain stops workin'."

You let out a tiny whimper, burying your face in the pillow as Vi thrusts three fingers into you with little to no warning. You're wet enough that it doesn't exactly hurt but the stretch still makes light flicker at the edges of your vision.

"Shit… you really are wet — were you like this for the whole game?" she asks, her voice a low thrum as she works her fingers into you, slow and steady, her other hand pressed palm flat against your back, keeping your torso pinned to the mattress.

You whimper, shaking your hips as the faintest tendrils of pleasure slither through you, not nearly enough to be satisfying, but just across the line of tantalizing.

"Hm? C'mon, Princess — gonna gimme an answer? D'you watch my entire match like this? Pussy so wet you probably couldn't even pay attention?"

You push your hips further back, whining louder than ever, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Vi — Violet —"

She lets out a low growl of satisfaction, quickening her pace for a few seconds, working you up till you're right on the edge before slowing down. You can't help the quiver in your thighs as you chase after the friction, rolling your hips back before she lands another sharp smack on your ass.

You jerk at the sting, toes curling before you push your ass back, fisting at the sheets.

"God, you're dripping," Vi says, her voice caught somewhere between sheer reverence and startled disbelief.

"Fuck, Vi — are you gonna fuck me brainless or not —"

She thrusts back in with a hard grunt, her thumb flicking at your clit, and she sets a pace so brutal you actually feel your eyes rolling back into your head. Coherence leaves you as Vi works her fingers into you, so quick and hard you wonder if it's possible for your labia to be bruised in the process.

"Such — a smart — mouth —" she punctuates her words with particularly harsh thrusts, her other hand digging into your hip, jerking you back when you try to inch away before reaching around you to palm at your tits, pressed against the rough linens of the Olympic village sheets.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck — Vi — ah — ah —!" your feel your knees start to give out as Vi pummels her fingers into your cunt, her free hand pinching and rolling at your sensitive nipples, her lips kissing a line along your spine, her chest curved around your back as you keen beneath her.

"G-gonan cum — please — gonna cum — Violet —"

"Yeah — there we go — good girl — c'mon — cum for me — fuck you sound so wet — mmngh —"

"Vi — Vi — Vi —!"

She holds you as you shudder through your orgasm, her fingers never slowly as she works you through your high, coaxing it from you, threading it through you, longer and longer till you're physically trying to squirm away from her, whimpering from overstimulation. Finally, she laughs, letting you go as you collapse on the bed, her dropping down next to you with a wide, lopsided grin.

"H-holy… shit…" you breathe, words still coming in short pants.

Vi chuckles, reaching out to tuck a strand of sweat-damp hair behind your ear, her eyes flickering over your face as the last dregs of light leave the snowstorm sky.

"Mm… feel good?" she asks, letting her hand linger along the bend of your cheek.

You nod, shuffling impossibly closer on the tiny, twin-sized bed.

Vi hums, hooking a leg over your hip, tangling your limbs ever more as darkness descends over the outskirts of the city.

"Thanks," you say, nuzzling into Vi's chest.

"You know I like it when you're all fucked out like this," Vi says by way of an answer, running her short, blunted nails along your back. You wrap your arms around her and hold her close.

And like this, time is but an unfortunate consequence of living, nothing more than a passing inconvenience.

Still, it ticks on, and the world isn't liable to wait for most, even if it makes exceptions for Olympic athletes very, very occasionally.

Vi's phone buzzes from inside her pile of discarded clothes. She grunts, reaching down to rummage it out and check her messages, the faint light of the screen illuminating her clear-cut features, refracting off the tiny ring in her left nostril.

"Team's asking if I'm planning on joining them for dinner," Vi says, flicking through her texts, puffing out a laugh as she catches up with the group chat, "or if I'm gonna be 'eating out all night'", she quotes, rolling her eyes.

"Getting eaten, more like," you say, even as Vi types back a quick response, grinning mischievously as she clicks her tongue.

"I told them we were coming," she says, clicking off her phone and reaching over the turn on your beside lamp.

You groan, watching as Vi slips out of bed, kicking at the piles of clothing on the ground to try and find her boxers.

"Sure, we were —" you say as Vi manages to find them and starts her one-legged hop-dance as she struggles back into them. She casts you a look.

"C'mon, we can't miss this dinner."

You crinkle your nose, but push yourself out of bed. You know she's right. It's not every day that your girlfriends hockey team wins Olympics Gold.

The thought makes another wave of pride roll through you, leaving you warm and tingly.

"Yeah yeah," you say, smiling as you scoot over to your suitcase for a fresh pair of panties.

"Hey, think about it this way," Vi says, coming up behind you to loop her arms around your middle, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, "when you win Gold tomorrow… you'll get eaten out just as good. Promise."

You laugh, swatting at her with your dirty underwear. But Vi only snatches it from you with a sly smile before tucking it into the pocket of her sweats.

"Vi! You can't go to dinner with that in your pocket!"

Vi dodges out of your reach even as you lunge for her and miss.

"Why not? You don't need it anymore, right? C'mon babe, I just won gold, don't I deserve some kinda reward?" she pushes her lips out in a truly devious pout, her eyes wide.

You huff, "Yeah — and you got one — a whole-ass medal!"

Vi laughs, shaking her head, "Nope! I'm keepin' it —" she says, pressing her back to the bedroom door as you press into her space, scowling up at her. For a moment, you consider trying to take it from her during dinner, but then, she leans down to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

You sigh, dropping down to your heels and folding your arms.

"Fine. But only cause you won gold."

You reach down to grab her jersey, tugging it over your head.

"Wait — that's the one from the game — it's all gross and sweaty —"

You shake out your hair, taking half a step back.

"You get my dirty panties, I get your dirty jersey — seems like a fair trade, no?"

Vi gapes at you for a long second before she deflates, slouching over to your suitcase to grab one of her big hoodies (that you'd stolen god knows how long ago) and tugging it over her head.

"Alright, whatever — let's go, or else there won't be any food left."

You giggle, letting Vi usher you from the dorm room and down the long hallway towards the village exterior. She reaches down to lace her fingers with yours, giving your hand a long, hard squeeze. You squeeze her back, shooting her a smile.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, you're still the best figure skater in the world to me," Vi says.

You nod, letting her pull you into her side, her arm looping around your shoulders.

"Yeah, but a gold medal's nice, isn't it?"

Vi laughs, nodding.

“make her cum already,” abby, the vicepresident, crosses her arms over her chest to hide her already hardened nipples. “your turn was over like 2 minutes ago”

“fuck off,” vi barks back, but her thrusts start going deeper after the comment. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and she chooses to focus on making you feel well instead. “hear that, pretty girl? they’re all dying to fuck you too, but i’m… shit… i’m the one breaking you in”

the familiar feeling of an orgasm hits you out of a sudden, and you moan as your legs instinctively close around vi’s hips and pull her closer.

a whimper escapes your lips as you feel vi pull out of you.

“wait don’t— oh fuck!”

abby practically jumps at you, her mouth latching onto your nipple as her fingers quickly slide inside you. she doesn’t waste any time, curling them and finding that sweet, spongy spot inside you.

“shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” abby groans, teeth nibbling your nipple carefully as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you.

“a-a-abby! fuck,” your back arches, but abby is quick to grab your hips and push you down onto the mattress again.

“stay still,” her hands holding your body tight enough to leave a mark. “i’ve barely started and you’re already screaming out my name, baby. imagine what i could do with a third finger”

as if on cue, she introduces a new finger inside you.

“be fucking nice,” vi slaps abby’s back, but she can’t help staring at the way her fingers disappear into your pussy.

abby doesn’t even listen to her. her lips are parted as her own clit pulses in desperation, loving the wet sounds you’re making, how tight you feel around her fingers.

you cum for the second time just a minute later, body shaking as abby helps you ride out your high.

you open your eyes at the abrupt coldness of her absence as you feel her fingers slip out of you, but they get immediately replaced by something wet, plump and soft.

you glance down and are met with the beautiful sight of ellie, the newest recruit who has barely spoken throughout this whole ordeal, lapping at your pussy as if it was her last meal.

she looks up at you just as she takes a slow, teasing lick at your folds, her hands coming up to grab your thighs softly before she dives back in.

“i-i can’t,” you try to push yourself up onto your shoulders, but your body betrays you with a slight tremble.

“you’re not leaving ellie out of all the fun, are you baby?” abby smacks your left tit, making you whimper in response.

vi pushes your hair out of your face, her hand settling down at your jaw as she grabs it firmly. “you can take one more, pretty girl”

ellie’s tongue starts circling your clit, and she has no self-restraint as her fellow friends. the heat becomes unbearable for her, she can feel her own underwear covered in slick, and she starts humping the edge of the bed looking for friction.

when you come undone for the third time, your fingers tangle themselves in ellie’s hair and push her forward against your entrance. it’s the hair pulling that does it for her, and she moans against your pussy while she cums right after you.

“good job,” vi caresses your cheek, a lopsided smirk on her face. “welcome to the phi vixens”

“we’re going to make a great team,” abby gives your nipple a last pinch.