˚. ʚ boxer!vi x fem!reader ♡ ɞ .˚
boxer!vi x fem!reader. 2.4k words. 𑣲
cw: smut, fluff, top!vi, sub!reader, making out, vi is horny asf, brat-taming for like 1 sec, cunnilingus, finger sucking, cowgirl, strap-on, daddy kink, praise, mating-press, lil bit of aftercare
જ⁀➴ ♡ you were running errands as usual, picking up groceries (which consisted of protein bars n shakes for vi) stopping for a vanilla latte at your local coffee shop, and most importantly - dropping off your girlfriends lunch. vi frequently forgot her lunch, always hurrying off to the gym early in the morning, but you didn’t mind, always packing some ‘high-protein meal’ you saw on pinterest. you make sure to cook a bit more food than usual, knowing she has a big match coming up soon.
the second you entered the gym, you spotted vi, talking to her coach and taking off her gloves. you walk over, lunch bag and protein shake in hand, a soft smile resting on your lips. vander, her coach, nods towards you and vi turns around.
the highlight of her whole day wasn’t reaching a new pr or landing 5 punches in a row, but instead when you’d turn up. it always made her heart beat a little faster, seeing you so adorable and dressed up in pink and frills, a complete contrast to the tense, loud atmosphere of the gym. her eyes scan your body up and down, a grin forming as she takes in the cute dress you’re wearing.
“hey, baby,” she says, placing her crimson gloves on the ground beside her empty water bottle before taking the cute, pink lunch bag and protein shake off of you. she presses a loving kiss to your forehead, before opening the lunch bag to see what you’ve packed - some chicken, avocado and lettuce wraps with a chocolate protein bar stored in the bag too.
“got you your favourite, the strawberry shake,” you reply, cheeks turning a faint shade of red as you take in her current state. her defined muscles, veins bulging out of her biceps and cherry-red hair all tousled, some strands wet, presumably from sweat.
“thanks babe, you’re too sweet.” she wraps an arm around you, peppering kisses across your cheek as you giggle and try to push her away.
“vii-! ew- you’re all sweaty-!” you shriek, shaking your arms in attempt to get the sweat off as she pulls away. vi chuckles and shakes her head, opening the protein shake and taking a lengthy sip.
she had been training a lot more recently, preparing herself for this match coming up, that she hasn’t stopped talking about for a week or two now. boxing meant so much to her (obviously not as much as you!) and she constantly craved the feeling of winning, of standing in that ring with her gloved fists held up in the air, holding onto a golden trophy.
victory in the ring was euphoric for vi, the cheers and screams that echo off the concrete walls of the arena, the proud smile on vander’s face. not to mention the sight of you in the stands, grinning and practically jumping up and down. she loved stepping out of the ring and finding you in the crowds of people, letting you congratulate her and press kisses against her sweat-drenched face.
“thanks again, baby,” she says, taking a seat on the bench behind her and beginning to eat, still watching you flap your arms about adorably.
you return home and pass the time by doomscrolling, reading, cleaning etc. eventually you hear keys jingle and the door opening, vi’s trainers thudding against the floor as she heads inside, shutting the door behind her. your head snaps up from your phone, gaze meeting vi’s as she drops her gym bag.
“how was training?” you ask as you get up from the couch, heading over to her, steps hurried and excited. instinctively her arms wrap around you, embracing you and pressing a gentle kiss to your head.
“tough, but.. good. vander’s pushing me, wants me to be ready for the match next week.” she groans, her muscles aching and sore, bruised hands trailing up and down your side. vander was strict but he cared about vi, even if it meant excessive training and hard work. you can feel her fingers slip under the skirt of your dress, grazing the soft skin of your thighs.
before you can respond with a sincere compliment about how she’s going to win the match, she leans down and peppers kisses across your jaw and neck. you sigh softly and let her, tilting your head slightly to give her more access.
“vi…” you murmur, feeling your eyes flutter shut as her kisses become more and more desperate.
“couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” vi groans against your neck, her voice gruff and hoarse, “showing up in this little dress.. so fuckin’ cute.” with one last kiss to your jaw she pulls away, taking in the sight of you, doe eyed and flustered. hastily, she grabs your thighs and picks you up with ease, causing a giggle to slip from your lips as you let your arms sling around her neck.
in just a matter of seconds, shes lowering you down gently onto the bed, fingers tugging at your the zipper of your dress the second your body hits the sheets. your dress is peeled off and dropped onto the floor. the cold air hits your bare chest, causing your nipples to harden against the fabric of your bra. desperately, your hands reach for her, needing to feel her skin against yours. and she reciprocates, calloused fingers running up and down your skin while she plants kisses across your chest.
“please..” you pant, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red and eyelashes fluttering. hungrily, her lips crash against yours, swallowing every gasp and whine as her hands reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. the straps delicately fall from your shoulders, and she groans into your mouth the second her hands make contact with your breasts, squeezing and teasing your nipples with her thumbs. her knee nudges between your thighs, pressing against your core through your soaked panties.
drool trickles down your chin, the kiss becoming sloppier as vi’s tongue swirls against your mouth, capturing every needy moan that escapes from your throat. eventually, she pulls away and catches her breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. her gaze drags across your body, before landing on the mess between your thighs, a pool of arousal staining your panties.
“you’re fuckin’ soaked,” vi teases with a snicker, enjoying the way you squirm and bite your lip, your cheeks glowing an even brighter shade of red. with a cocky smirk, she peels off her tank top before hooking her fingers into your panties and tugging them down slowly. you perch yourself up on your elbows, watching her with wide eyes and pouty lips.
“vi.. stop teasing-“ you whine, voice shaky and desperate as she leans down, pressing open-mouthed kisses across your tummy. hearing your plea, she glances up at you with a disapproving look and raises an eyebrow.
“don’t get all bratty, baby.” she tuts, watching your lips press into a restless pout with a huff, ignoring her discipline.
“do i need to remind you what happens when you act like that, or are you gonna shut that pretty little mouth hm?”
you instantly shake your head and wipe the pout off your lips, flashing an apologetic look. satisfied, vi resumes her kisses, trailing them across your thighs until she reaches your pussy. your body shudders and your fingers curl into the sheets, knuckles beginning to fade white. her mouth latches onto your cunt, dragging her tongue across your folds before moving to your clit.
involuntarily you cry out, back arching slightly and head tilting back. unable to position yourself up anymore, you flattens your arms and let your head hit the pillow, hair splaying out messily.
“fuck- so sweet,” you hear vi groan, her hands grabbing onto your thighs, keeping them open. it’s all too much - her tongue swirling around your clit in a perfect rhythm, her grip on your thighs so tight it’s bound to leave bruises tomorrow - you can barely think straight. she barely pulls away for air, lapping up your juices as if it’s her last meal.
gradually, the knot in your stomach tightens and your hips buck against her mouth, hand reaching down to grasp onto her scarlet strands of hair.
“g-gonna.. fuck- ngh.. vi-!” you choke out, eyes rolling back before squeezing shut as your orgasm hits you. her fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, keeping them still as your feet kick against the bed repeatedly until you come down from your high.
“shit- you’re makin’ a mess, baby,” vi scoffs after pulling away, her lips glistening with your release. she strokes your legs gently for a second before bringing her fingers to your pussy, coating them with your wetness. slowly, she brings those fingers to your mouth, pushing them through your parted lips and letting your tongue swirl lazily around the digits. vi has to bite back a groan as she watches you suck on her fingers until you pull away for air.
she grins and reaches into the beside table, grabbing her strap-on and stepping away to put on the harness. you watch her with half-lidded eyes and parted lips, lazily moving to sit up against the headboard. when it’s on, she picks you up with ease, before sitting on the bed and placing you into her lap. smirking, she wraps her fingers around your waist, eyes meeting yours in a lustful gaze.
“go on, babe. get it nice n’ wet,” vi says, nodding towards the silicone toy that hangs from her hips, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips. shyly, you nod and bring your hand below your mouth, spitting into your palm before reaching down and stroking the toy. when it’s lubricated with your saliva, you look back up, gaze meeting vi’s. she licks her lips and lifts you up slightly, positioning you on top the strap, calloused fingertips digging into the supple skin of your waist. your own hands grasp onto her shoulders to balance yourself, manicured nails poking into her skin.
ever so carefully, she lowers you down, watching your face contort and back arch ever so slightly.
“oh m-my god-“ you choke out, voice meek and shaky as you sink down onto the toy until it’s practically in your tummy. small whimpers and gasps tumble from your lips as you adjust, your lips curled into an ‘o’ shape and your eyelashes fluttering.
“so good f’me baby,” vi whispers encouragingly before burying her face into your neck, planting kisses there until you’re comfortable to move. when you begin to roll your hips and push yourself up, vi practically growls, hearing the way you suck in a shaky breath. she guides you, fingers sliding down to your ass, cupping your cheeks to help lift you up. the pace picks up and your head becomes fuzzy with pleasure, arousal burning hot in your stomach as you bounce on the toy.
“fuckkk.. jus’ like that-“ vi grunts, her head tilting back against the headboard as if she can feel everything, the way you clench when she thrusts up into you, the way you rock your hips slightly, chasing your high. uncontrollably, your nails dig into her shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks so deep that it nearly draws blood. vi clearly doesn’t mind though, with the way she’s groaning your name and watching you with crazed eyes.
you’re a panting mess, repeatedly slamming yourself down onto her cock, babbling nonsense about how good it feels. sweat begins to form below your brow, and you start to move faster, tits bouncing in a motion that makes vi’s hands move up to grope them, her touch reverent yet also greedy.
“d-daddy, m’ gonna-“ you sob, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm rips through you, causing your hips to falter and legs to tremble. vi gently rocks you through it, arms snaking around your body, enveloping you until you come down. lazily, you lean forward and rest your head on her shoulder, chest rising and falling rapidly as you pant for breath. her hands soothingly stroke your back, feeling your legs twitch against hers with aftershocks.
the second you catch your breath, vi’s lips are already on your neck again, licking wet stripes up to your jaw and sucking softly. “viii..” you murmur, but she shushes you and brings a hand to your chin, cupping it affectionately.
“cmon.. just one more for me yeah?” she coos, biting back a grin at the way you pout but give in with a little nod. slowly, she flips you round, guiding you to lay on your back before subtly moving her hips and beginning to thrust into you again.
“such a good girl for daddy.. fuck-“ she praises, unable to stop herself from moving a little quicker, you’re just too cute! writhing against the bedsheets, hands flimsily reaching for something to hold, eyes barely open to stay open.
“s’ too much.. can’t-“ you blurt out, toes curling and legs squirming. she begins to get sick of how much you’re moving and grabs your legs, pushing them against your chest into a mating-press position. it feels so much deeper, and you can barely process a single thought anymore, just gasping soft ‘uh’s’ each time her hips snap against your skin.
“i know, baby.. love you s-so much- fuck.. so fuckin’ hot..” she moans, hips rutting into you rapidly, her own orgasm approaching with the way the strap bumps against her clit repeatedly. the sound of the bed creaking, your moans entangled together, the wet smack of each thrust, fill the room.
“shit, baby- gonna.. fucking cum-“ she stutters, her pace relentless as she chases her high. you whimper as you feel your vision go white, eyes rolling back with pleasure. vi’s thrusts become sloppy and slow as she comes undone with you, cussing and groaning.
“god- you’re perfect, so good f’me baby,” she praises, bringing your legs back down and letting your weak limbs collapse onto the bed as she peppers kisses across your body. you blink slowly, still dizzy from your orgasm, and feel her arms snake around your body, cuddling and coaxing you. she continues to hold you, fingers gently running through your hair until your eyes flutter shut.
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