𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢 ᶻ𝘇 𐰁

the store's full and she needs a moment to remember how exactly she ended up in that position: when she accepted to join you in a shopping spree the idea of public fucking never even crossed her brain but having you try on cute clothes in front of her? must be a gift from heaven between lacy bras and cute underwear that slips inside of her mind until it's the only thought she can keep for more than a minute. a kiss, two, three, how can you not want her hands all over you? how can't want take all over?

it's not planned. big chunky doctor martens boots with exquisite platforms are enough to make you salivate and suddenly? vi's stomach drops cause you're sitting on her left feet and the movement becomes a torture — makes your girlfriend swear she can feel you even under the thick leather of the shoe while that cute underwear set you were trying before makes wonders, hell-- since when is green such an interesting color? since when exactly are you into boot riding?

it's reasonable vi thinks, more worried about not being aware of when you pushed her to the dressing room's seat than the situation itself, now trapped in a small chair that holds her entire weight as she gets comfortable for you: when did your non-bought underwear start getting soaked like that? ignoring any detail becomes an impossible task now as you're whimpering, biting your lips, your inner cheek-- anything in your power to keep the pleasure for yourself, to keep going without the risk.

"that's it bug-- holy fuck. you're doing so good."

the moisten leather helps you move, and your cunt opens following the form of vi's shoe, delicious friction that makes the blood move in its circulation flow, take it to the erogenous zones: that fucking green set makes you look like a goddess and she cannot stop looking it ready to burn it to ashes, see the sweat that makes you glow under the white lights closer, the disheveled look, needy to cum.

"are you going to take a picture? they last longer."

it's entrancing, how you're capable of mocking her even when you're the one melting, a mere whisper of encouragement that makes vi blush. crushed, she's not surprised by the warmth that comes from between her parted legs, the result of her underwear now sticking to her pussy lips due to how turned on she is making it more painful to endure. half nervous, your girlfriend's voice never betrays her before simply adding: — "not really in for pics, bug-- you gonna be a nice whore for me and let me record you?"

and fuck you're dirty. you're pure filth and violet's aware of it, of every nasty thought, every crazy idea that crosses your mind in the worst moments. she knows that smile you gift her from before, how it tingles your brain right where she wants to before taking her phone out ready to press play.

fuck it if it's a mess when you become needier as the seconds pass: is it really greedy to ask for more? is it really your fault as your hand reaches the thick fabric of her black jeans and rub between her legs? it's a way of helping yourself out too, notice your girlfriend in delicious details you keep to yourself, relish in how her breathing picks up, how her cheeks keep stained in a subtle red shade.

"please let me eat you," you blurt out, words slipping on their own until it becomes a shared secret you love to be a part of, "vi-- please let me eat you."

it's like winning the olympics, a gold medal on fucking you up.

"what happened to the boot?"

"please."

"you will put on a good show for me, bunny?"

the need is a sin and violet's guilty. guilty of indulging your needs, always incapable of saying no. her muscles tense as she's holding her weight up so you can take off her pants, and there's no time to think about it twice, be aware of how pathetic she must look-- the ruined underwear that is now a proof of an overwhelming desire, the sound of your laugh that leaves goosebumps behind cause shame's not a valid option anymore-- god, your girl needs you, is that so crazy to admit?

your fingers touch her from over the cotton of her underwear and its soaked to the point its useless, a cruel reminder of how you're in control suddenly and she's there to comply, be good: of course you'll put on a fucking show for her, and the phone in vi's hand shake for a minute forgetting to angle the camera to your face-- oh ffuuuck is that her on your cheeks? glossy transparent now smeared on your lips like new a lipstick shade.

its evident at this point, the small budge that makes your mouth water, the smell in the air that makes vi dizzy for a moment. the sight of your girlfriend in front of you would make anyone misbehave — starting from the face she makes while looking down at you with half-lidded eyes, even how her body reacts to your touch, unable to stay still since she's desperate to get more.

delicious.

"does it hurt?" you question leaving soft kisses against her naked thighs, not giving much time to answer as your tongue rests flat against vi's engorged clit, a simple touch that makes her muscles tense at the contact, automatically dragging her hips closer to your face so you can be closer, deeper between her legs.

it does hurt, but how can she answer? your saliva blends with her juices and your touch's so soft it burns on the exposed skin and shit-- you're taking your time in pleasing her cause there's no need to rush it, to go faster even when it's a fucking store and there's people trying on clothes no more than footsteps away.

isn't it more exciting? the shot of adrenaline, the vaccine of danger. your mouth feels warm, welcoming. your tongue flicks around her swollen clit and the touch makes vi rest her head in the wall her body lies against, erratic breathing and whispered words of love, sure she's suffering from some kind of fever dream, a classic midnight fantasy.

so her bad luck streak-- how was that? when the blood tastes like licking metal in her mouth and you're sucking on her g-spot, its harder to stay silent, hand shoved inside your own green lace, your girlfriend swears you follow the same fast rhythm on your own cunt cause you'll always be the insatiable rabbit, the tortuous monster who cannot get enough.

she's not aware of the video no longer, even when she keeps recording it in what should be a decent angle vi can see the moment you make her underwear to the side, hand that forces the cotton as the other one spread her pussy lips further apart just to make it easier to see, gather some saliva in your mouth until you spit and the contact is enough to have vi getting crazy.

"stay still," she'd do anything you say without questioning, dry mouth as your thumb pushes against her hole, "they will hear us vi, do you want us to stop?"

"mm--no, no-"

its hotter than-fucking-ever. mouth closing against her big clit,taking it all in. lips surrounding her button, pink bush sticking to your face. you use two fingers at first slowly sinking them into her cunt, and you do it so damn good, so fucking nice when you work her to take them entirely, knuckles in, fingers slightly curved so they can hit that delicious spot you know by memory, entirely yours.

bad luck.

bad luck.

bad luck.

awfully loud, painfully unaware of her own self, when vi cums her body shakes uncontrolled, a fever that's impossible to sweat out when she feels you everywhere, soft lips that kiss her folds, gentle tongue that licks up and down, fingers that keep her stuffed, you never ease yourself even when the high comes in waves that drag her to the center of the earth. red face that matches the pink of her hair, mouth that hangs open, you have her, right? she leans on you cause you will always have her.

soft skin, the dressing room's silent and you thank for how sensitive violet can be, how desperate she is to cum, how easy it turns to please her.

so when you get a dirty look from the workers in the shop ten minutes after? fuck them, she owe it to you right? from that time she masturbated in the bathrooms of that same shopping mall — dude.

bigclit!vi who texts you cause her girlfriend will help, right? unsteady hands, leaning against the wall, the spot in her briefs only gets bigger and it's safe to say she's horny by the time she's opening your chat, aching to help herself soothe the pain of being untouched.

the flash of the camera makes her blush as she captures a photo of the main issue — panties made to the side, pink hair peeking just the correct amount, you can tell she's soaked despite the nature of the picture (a nasty nude on a public bathroom seems like homemade porn nowadays), sticky hair and glistening folds desperate for any type of attention, it just looks fucking hot: mouth-watering hot.

bigclit!vi who shamelessly sends the photo after, does she have the time to explain she wanted to surprise you with a nice breakfast? that you were too cute to wake up so she left you a little bit longer back in her bed? there's no such time for romanticism when she's drowning, drowning in an empty sea, so when she presses send? vi’s near ready for war.

torturing, her body reacts to her own touch. radioactive as it spreads to the corners of her body and she cannot wait for your answer when her thumb follows an invisible path to the edge of her underwear and it takes a mere second when her hips jerk forwards before she could think about it — it’s nothing but air, but the friction of the fabric with the simple movement got vi biting her lip, desperate to keep silent and move again.

bigclit!vi who's bad to ever deny anything to her girl, angling down the phone in a shaky video, enough quality to see how swollen her g-spot is, that sneaky hand who lowers her briefs so you can see what she's experiencing, how her knees shake as the air hits her cunt. a soft moan escapes her parted lips, and she wishes no one had heard when she's spitting a good amount of saliva in her fingers, not caring about how off the moment is.

bigclit!vi who can't help but make it nasty. fingers leaking with her own saliva, sticky pussy, melting in a small space while her fingers assault her clit in slow circles. the video turns shittier when her breathing turns erratic, slowly losing control of her limbs as she doesn't care about her phone anymore, anything but satisfaction.

she's greedy (how can you not, when you're masturbating in a bathroom?) and only takes what she needs as her fingers go faster, eyes closing on her own when her brain shuts down and she’s suctioned into a new reality.

bigclit!vi who fucks her fingers each time with bottled energy that explodes, runs through her tights, stains her jeans still pooling in her ankles, turns her careless as she moves her hips just in time with her hand, finally find that perfect spot she seems to hit over and over again and it's enough to make her moan, bite her shirt with desperation so she can somehow muffle the sounds she's making as if's not already bad enough to be in a public space.

bigclit!vi who cums in the palm of her hand, right when she indulges her needs so she can stuff her fingers in her dripping hole and the sound reaches her ears leaving her in a similar shade to her hair — it doesn’t take much after that, gasping for the stolen air, racing heart before she feels defeated, tears gathering in the corner of her eye and it's similar to be recognized by angels.

the orgasm is imminent and tears her to pieces, afraid she won't be able to move due to her shaky legs still fighting to hold her own weight.

when finishing her little show? vi presses send without thinking, red all the way up to her ears by the time she's aware of the mess she made in her secluded space: rests of arousal and saliva on her skin and clothes, the whole fucking bathroom’s smelling like pussy — she thinks fast when shoving her soaking panties in the back pocket of her pants, already uncomfortable enough when buckling them back on pretending she didn’t hate them minutes ago as her only problem.

bigclit!vi who leaves the bathroom nervous as fuck. not even daring to look anywhere else but the white marble of the floor at her feet almost ashamed of how primal she can turn when horny.

bigclit!vi who can't help but chuckle at your reactions when the weight on her shoulders finally disappears and she can go back being a normal person again, phone buzzing still when she reads the first new messages:

bigclit!vi who is cocky when answering your phone call, when she forgets about the romantic breakfast she planned first and instead goes straight home to get the most devastating sex she's promised between sleepy mumbles.