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“House keys, babe?” You’re shrugging on your coat before she says that, pulling a string of a groan out of you before rushing back up the stairs.

Five minutes later you still haven’t come back down, only your voice was audible as it travelled down the creaking stairs.

“Vi, where did I put them!?”

“Besides your bed, love. Where you always put them.”

“Oh, I got them!”

She’s shaking her head while sending her daughter a furtive glance as she trudged down the stairs.

“Where’s your book bag?” She questions, tapping her finger against the over-painted wood slick with ivory-gloss.

“Mum…I know you have it!” She points her tiny little finger up at Vi’s mischievous face, and like she was revealing a committed crime, Vi lifted the crimson-bag from behind her back, waving it in her daughter’s face.

“You got me. Now who told you my secrets? Was it your mother?”

The woods shifted under your weight as you rolled back down the stairs, glaring playfully at Vi while the keys chimed in your hands.

“Really, Vi? We don’t have time for your games.” You shoved the keys in your vacuous pocket, placing a soft hand on top of your daughter’s head.

“No fair.” Vi sighed dramatically, leaning down to place a kiss on her daughter’s forehead. “Have a good day, bug.”

“Bye mama!” The little one chirped, walking towards the front door.

“And you…” Vi smirked towards you, earning a faux-disgusted groan from you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss onto your lips. “I will deal with you later.”

“Ugh, you weirdo.” You snickered against her, leaning into the kiss nevertheless. “Okay okay fine. I love you, I’ll call you at work during my lunch break.”

“Sure you won’t forget?” She lets you unravel from her embrace, watching with an exaggerated pout as you walked towards the door with your little one. Her family. So perfect and adoring.

“Maybe you should call me for a change, then.” You winked, sending her a little wave before the door opened.

- Vi who’s the type of parent to sit with their child doing their homework and has no idea what’s going on, either.

“Mum, what does this mean?” Her daughter shoves the pages in front of her—mainly it was an excuse for her daughter to do everything but her homework, leaving her running around the room, playing with toys. All the while Vi did the questions she could understand.

That was until you came in the room.

“Vi, she needs to be able to do her own homework.” You scolded, urging the little one to move back into her seat. “You can’t do it all for her—”

“But love, we’re torturing her-she just wants to play.” Vi defended, looking at her daughter with such precious eyes you could’ve died from the sweetness Vi held for her family. You tried to deny it wasn’t downright cute.

“She’s played the whole day, Vi.” You reminded her, grabbing the papers and shoving it back in front of your daughter. “Do I need to remind you the only reason you’re sitting with her is so she doesn’t run away and actually does her homework?”

Vi huffed. A huff that said you were right, but she just wouldn’t admit it.

“There’s fidget toys in her room. I’ll get them.” You sent them one last warning look to behave, before venturing up to your daughter’s room.

- Vi who has to deal with both of your explosive-meltdowns when the day became too much. The only problem was that you were able to mask meltdowns, only your daughter hadn’t learn the force of societal pressure, yet. And that’s exactly how you ended up in the principles office in her school.

“What’s this about?” You question the principle, legs crossed, arms loitering by your side as your gaze stayed pointed towards the man who felt too uptight for your liking.

Vi sat next to you, eyebrows perched as she eyed between the two of you. She could feel the tension wafting in the air—she knew you were more protective of your daughter when it involved society and school. You had to deal with being neurodivergent in a place full of neurotypical’s. The bullying. The laughs. The lack of support you received. You didn’t want the same for your daughter.

“Your daughter er…” He glanced at Vi, but your eyebrows arched, urging him to look at you instead. “She was verbally assaulting a teacher.”

Verbally assaulting a teacher. You could’ve scoffed. You got that all the time in the past; the accused ‘assault’ which was just you telling teachers to get out of your personal space when you were in the midst of an outburst.

“How so?” You pressed, glancing at Vi who sat up at the look.

“She was using vigorous language…such as telling them to fuck off while she seemed to be having a…moment.”

Vi snorted, the sound reverberating around the office that made the tension dissipate under her amused-sound. However, you did not seem amused in the slightest.

“A moment?”

“She was acting rather aggressive, shouting, threatening behaviour that could’ve led to other students and teachers harm-”

“And did you give her space?” Your sharp-voice cut through the air, eyes narrowing into slits that could burst anyone into pieces if you tried hard enough. “We have a plan for her, specifically that she goes to a designated teacher she feels safe with when she’s feeling like this. Was that not put in place?”

“I-er, we had to separate her from others-”

“So where is our daughter now?” Vi finally spoke up, whatever laughter making up her face had completely vanished with less and less enthusiasm the further the principal kept talking.

“In isolation.” He sounded defeated, his fingers already lying atop of the grey-radio.

“Isolation?” You spewed out, lips pinching together as you shifted in your chair. “You put her in isolation?”

Sensing the potential argument about to occur, Vi immediately cut in.

“We’ll take her home.” Her words were final, blue eyes sharpening against every word being said.

The principal reluctantly nodded.

- Vi who rarely gets angry when her angsty-teenage daughter is having another meltdown. The only time she does get angry is when your daughter aims that rage towards you, the room filling with words that would be regretted later.

“You always do this mum—I don’t understand what’s wrong with you-”

“Hey-woah. No.” Vi walks into the room, footsteps heavy against the floorboards that hushed against her weight. “You do not speak to your mum like that.”

She has one hand on her hip, biceps flexing while her other hand points dangerously at her daughter.

“But-she-”

“But she-no. I don’t care.” Vi shrugs, eyes wide with bubbling agitation and exasperation. “Say sorry.” She crosses her arms, a mirror to that stubbornness reeking off her.

Your daughter’s lips purse, matching Vi’s stance. You stand to the side, watching the stand-off with a tiredness forming a migraine between your eyebrows.

They stood like that for five minutes before she eventually apologised to you.

- Vi who has had to take the hoover apart more times than she’s actually used it. You and your daughter are always leaving small, treasured things on the floor that Vi doesn’t notice when she hoovers it up—and until the machine starts groaning and clanking, she stays oblivious until one of you guys start whining about it.

“Vi, I loved that earring!” You hissed, sitting on the floor of your bedroom as Vi sat next to you, taking the top of the hoover apart.

“If you loved it so much, why leave it on the floor?” She scoffed, trying to hide her grin at your own demise.

“So now you think I’m dense enough to purposely leave stuff on the floor for you to vacuum up?” Your question was more of a warning that left vi’s smile strained as she warily glanced at you.

“Never, honey.”

“That’s what I thought.”

- Vi who has to be your grounding force whenever you overthink about your daughter’s experiences at school.

“But Vi, what if they notice she’s different?”

It’s late at night, your daughter is asleep, the only hum being the kitchen appliances settling into their designated spots with the lights dimmed. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers picking at the skin loose on the edge of your thumb.

“Then they notice,” Vi started off, shifting towards you to wrap her arms from behind around your waist, her shorts and tank top making up her pjs crinkling against your back. “She’s strong, she won’t take bullshit from other people. If they try to she knows she has us.”

You sighed, leaning your head back against her shoulder as your pondered gaze met the ceiling.

“Are you implying that I’m weak and I took bullshit when I was in school?”

“Don’t even start.” Vi grumbled into your neck, biting the surface of your skin that made your body frisson in apprehension. “You know that’s not what I meant my strong, glorious wife.”

“I-Vi I’m trying to be mad at you. Get off!” You snickered as you playfully tried to push her away.

- Vi who couldn’t peacefully watch TV when your daughter was a toddler because she always wanted to switch the channel playing.

She’s babbling, a little thing that had only just started to walk and yet she was a moving storm that couldn’t be tamed.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Vi sat up from her lounged spot on the settee, legs sprawled out taking up half the space that should’ve fit three people if it wasn’t for her greediness.

The little one kept trying to claw at Vi’s legs, pointing lazily at the TV with whines escaping her mouth, and when Vi didn’t make any moves in trying to unpack the toddler’s gibberish, her little whines turned into outraged screams. An energy that you couldn’t seem to stiffen no matter what.

“Hey-hey,” she immediately leans forward, swooping the little one into her hefty arms as she cradled her close to her. “What’s wrong-”

“Vi?” Your sixth-sense of something being wrong always came in at the worst times possible.

You took the scene in, glancing at your daughter who kept trying to grasp onto the TV remote while bursting her vocal-chords at the same time. Vi, however, acted oblivious to what her daughter really wanted. It had happened so many times in the past—Vi was just as petty as your daughter, and when she was invested in a TV programme she refused to switch? Your daughter would cry about it with fraying arms and kicking legs until she got what she wanted. And with you around, she always did.

“It’s fine-”

“Are you seriously hogging the TV from your 2 year old daughter?” You said, exasperation marking your tone as a breathy laugh escaped you. “Vi, let her watch her show.” You scoffed, snatching the TV remote and immediately switching the channel.

“I didn’t even finish my episode-”

“Be quiet, Vi.”

“Yes ma’am.”

- Vi who loves it when your daughter is fast asleep and it’s past midnight.

She may be the one with unlimited strength and power—but you had the stamina of a bull charging at a red flag, and it always came in handy whenever you guys hadn’t had each other alone for a while.

“Fuck—Vi…” your thighs quivered as the sensation pulsed through your nerves.

You were sat straddling her own thighs, body illuminated in the glow of the lamp beaming on the nightstand next to your creaking bed.

Her strap burned its image inside of you—sitting snug in your squelching cervix as your hips snapped into a familiar rhythm your body ached with after.

This was the type of stimulation that left your mind quiet for once. No sounds of screaming kids with crying wails of pettiness, nor the constant thoughts that seemed to drill your mind into itself.

Just pure pleasure. A feeling only Vi could produce within yourself.

“I know sweetheart, I got you.” She licked her lips, watching every movement as you rode her crimson-strap that left you writhing above her, moans echoing around the room while your hands interlaced with Vi’s steady fingers on the tips of your hips.

- Poor Vi who feels left out whenever you and your daughter eventually link up with the same interests.

Your enthusiastic conversations fill the room—happy chit-chat bouncing off the walls from the flamboyance elating your tones.

“Oh yeah and did you see they released the new trailer to it?” You say, eyes wide with interest as you glance towards your daughter.

“Yeah, I loved that trailer, they should’ve added-”

“Me too.”

Silence filled the room as you glanced over to where the voice came from. Vi, leaning against the doorframe with a proud smirk, glanced your way.

“Do you even know what we’re talking about?” You questioned with barely-concealed recreation, meanwhile your daughter let out a giggle.

“I bet she doesn’t. What a poser.” She burst out laughing, urging Vi to pout like a puppy in response. “Mum’s just trying to impress you.”

“Don’t worry about that. Your mum couldn’t impress me even if she somehow managed to steal the whole moon.” You snickered in unison, the frown-lines on Vi’s face travelling north as she tried to fight a grin.

“Ignore your mother. She’s a simple woman who gets impressed by my muscles instead.” Vi winked, flexing her biceps next to her head only to earn a repulsed groan from her daughter.

- you who absolutely dreads going shopping with them. The store is loud, humming, buzzing—it leaves your mind gnawing with thoughts and leaves your daughter stimming constantly against your side, getting distracted by every little thing and begging you both to buy the most minuscule, stupidest stuff you probably already had at home.

And don’t even mention waiting in line. Your body aches not just physically but mentally with exhaustion from the stimuli bashing down onto you…however Vi finds it hilarious when you two grow frustrated from the queue to scan your food—claiming ‘all that huffing and puffing could blow this whole store down’ all the while making it even more unbearable with her sickening, trashy jokes.

- Vi who always manages the curse of boredom with her creative mind. She’s either taking your daughter to every spots club in the area or teaching her how to do boxing.

Nevertheless, it didn’t matter what at the end of the day, because when Vi was watching your daughter at a competition, suddenly all hell broke loose.

You would watch Vi get worked up when another player even slightly touched your daughter—claiming it was an ‘injury’ (it was a mere tap), and that the ref ‘wasn’t doing their job probably’.

But the chaotic scene always turned sweet when Vi used to carry your little princesses tired body all the way back to bed after the days exhaustion had finally worn her out. It was usually hard to get her to sleep, after all. So to all the trouble you had dealt with before to be scrubbed away because of Vi’s mind, you were actually grateful.

- You who had to have ‘the’ chat with your daughter when she kept sneaking out the house in her rebellious-teen phase. You knew she was impulsive—knew that was apart of ADHD considering you had been through that yourself and still was struggling with it.

But you just wanted her to be safe. And so did Vi, even if she had her own weird ways of showing it.

“It’s midnight. Where were you?” The house is dim with the night, cold seeping through the cracks of the open-window your daughter crawled through.

You and Vi sat together in the darkness of her room—an ominous scene that Vi insisted you guys had to pull off while she, supposedly, ‘nonchalantly’ turned the lamp on besides her daughter’s bed when she came back.

You really were starting to believe Vi thought she was in her own movie.

Your daughter stands frozen by the window—legs frigid, hoodie up, it was horrifying how similar she looked to Vi in that way. She was also swaying a little bit.

“Are you drunk? Who are you meeting? A boy?” Your questions snapped against the air, eyes narrowing as your hands fall onto the edges of your hips.

“A girl…?” Vi added on with a hint of curiosity in her tone, bubbling pride working its way into it as she ignored your lips pursing in warning.

“I-I was just going out-”

“With who?”

“Fine—a girl, okay-”

“I knew it!” Vi jumped up from her seat on the edge of the bed, making you pinch the bridge of your nose in between your fingers.

“You’re not mad?”

“Never sweetheart. You’re like a mini version off me-”

“No-yes-we are mad. Vi, get out. You’re not helping.” You send your daughter a glare as you usher Vi out the room, shutting the door behind you both as your muffled voices could be heard from under the cracks of the doorway.

“Are you seriously celebrating? Our daughter is sneaking out and getting drunk at midnight!”

“Oh babe, we were doing way worse when we were younger.”

“This is our daughter. Not us.”

“Just let me handle this-”

“Absolutely not.”

- Vi who carries the weight on her shoulders when you two are both burnt out. She cooks, she cleans, she goes shopping, she entertains herself. She’s doing this all for her two princesses waiting at home that she cherishes more than anything—a little rest would do you both good considering your mind’s always buzzed like a beehive.

Her little family she wouldn’t have any other way.

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"It's not working Vi. You're never home and I don't want to sound like I'm being picky because I know you work so hard for us to have the life we have but I... I miss you." Vi immediately takes your hands in hers, pulling you into her lap as she buries her nose into your hair, taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo.

The smell of home.

"Please... please don't leave me, baby. I'll do whatever you need me to do. Anything. Don't go, give me a chance please..." the absolute heartbreak her voice had your own eyes welling up. For five years you've loved this woman more than life itself, but when things aren't working you can't stay because it's safe. Happiness is important too.

"I'm not. Not yet... I say we give it six months, we try to rekindle the relationship and find balance before we make any big decisions. I love you, Vi. So fucking much I want this to work." The arms that held you every night, the hands thatwere so calloused from the draining, long days she works to give you everything you could ever want tighten around you.

"Six months. I promise I'm going to fix this." Vi only lifts her head from your neck to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It's not messy, or heated. It's slow. Pouring all the love and regret and need for you into it.

The first month:

For the next month, Vi had taken less hours at work. She wasn't leaving at 5am and getting home at 7pm anymore. Weekends were non negotiable, she stopped working those immediately and honestly? Vi loved it. Quiet, slow mornings were something she never really realised she missed until right now. Here with you.

Her fingers languidly ran through your hair, scratching light circles into you scalp. Your breath was soft and warm on her bare chest, the sun spilling through the curtains was brightening everyone minutes... yet Vi felt no rush to move. No rush to get us and leave the personal heaven that was this.

"Hungry?" Vi's eyes meet yours as you peek up at her. One cheek was squished up right on her heart, red from the warmth.

"Depends... for breakfast or you? I could go for either." Her own smirk grows as both of your cheeks reddened now. Flirting was Vi's forte, what originally sucked you in the very first day you met her... apart from the absolute natural bombshell she is.

"Hmm... I was going to offer to cook breakfast in bed. However I don't think my legs will be working properly if you have me first." Rolling you onto your back, Vi’s forearms bracket your head as she holds herself above you, nuzzling her nose along your warm cheek upto your ear.

"How about you be my appetiser... and then I'll make pancakes with bacon once I've taken care of my girl?" Wrapping your arms around Vi's neck you pull her closer, pressing her weight onto you further.

"Sounds perfect."With that Vi's lips crash onto yours, swallowing your almost immediate needy moan.

Yeah. Vi had missed this as much as you had.

The second month:

Already you could see the change with Vi, the past eight weeks she had really focused on prioritising the relationship above work. She hated that her paycheck wasn't as large because she stopped working weekends though it was still a hefty paycheck and you could easily live comfortably.

"Baby? You out here?" Walking into the backyard Vi finds you hunched over checking on your plants, Vi knew how proud you were of the little vegetable patch you'd grown from hand. It had grown exponentially since she was last out here and actually looked.

Immediately a wave of guilt washed over her.

Most people would take their spouse coming to them with the 'threat of divorce' in a negative way, not Vi. It opened her eyes, she realised that you were right. She'd been so focused on work and earning tons of money to spend it all on you, yet she managed to lack the only thing you truly wanted from her... quality time.

"...want to try one?" Vi was snapped from her thoughts as she glanced down at you, holding up a tomato you'd plucked from your plant.

"Of course, baby. Let me try it." Sitting down next to you, Vi doesn't immediately take the tomato she lets you feed it to her. Even though the two of you were married and have been for four years, the sparks were reigniting and she felt her cheeks flush as your fingers brushed her lips.

As expected, you'd successfully grown maybe the best tomatoes Vi had ever tasted, though she was definitely biased because you were hers. Her wife. Her girl. Hers.

"Perfection. Absolute perfection baby, they're ripe and sweet. Good girl, you did such a good job I'm proud of you." Your own cheeks flush, matching the small globes of red on the plants as Vi cups your cheek, sharing the taste of you labour through a slow, deep kiss.

That evening as you're getting all cleaned up Vi sets up a little picnic in the garden. Private, intimate, the exact kind of thing she knows you love. Together you sit and eat good food, watch the sunset after a tiring day of blazing heat.

The third month:

Tonight, both of you were getting ready to go to dinner with some mutual friends for their birthday. Now Vi was almost always in her work clothes or casuals like sweatpants... you missed her getting dressed up. Somehow she managed to fit her ass into slacks with were tight over the globes of flesh with a burgundy shirt stretched taunt over her broad shoulders. Even hidden by fabric you could tell just how stong Vi was, the sheer volume of power she possesses.

Of course you wanted to stay home and climb into bed, dragging Vi with you. But you couldn't.

Vi on the other hand was one minute away from cancelling and dragging you into bed. For the past hour she'd been ready watching your every move, now whether she was just horny or re-realising how hot her wife was was unclear. Something about seeing you getting yourself all pretty had Vi wanting to ruin it in the best way possible.

"Come here, baby." Moving on autopilot you straddle Vi's lap, letting out a half laugh, half squeal as she easily manhandled you beneath her to lay on the bed. "We ain't going, you look to good."

Wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her hips you smile, the kind of smile when Vi knows you're about to say something she won't like. "As much as I would love to stay home and let you rail me... we have commitments."

"If they're our true, real friends they'll understand we're trying to fix our marrige hm?" Whatever protest you had died on you lips the second Vi's hands start to wander, lips nibbling and sucking on that spot just below your ear. The exact spot she knows will work.

"That's not fair..."

"It's totally fair. Let me take of you hm?" Trailing her lips lower her tongue drags warm and wet over your skin, igniting that flame within. Vi deftly removes each layer until you're bare beneath her hands roaming over every inch of skin visible. "So goddam pretty, love. Prettiest girl in the world."

Her kisses trail lower along your collarbone and down between the valley of your breasts taking a small detour to tease and swirl her tongue around one nipple. Vi revels in the small nosies of ecstasy that escape you as she switches to the neglected nub, sucking your hardened nub between her lips as her hands pry your legs open.

The little whine you give when she releases your nipple to kiss and lick her way down your navel has Vi undoing her slacks clumsily with one hand. This was about you but she'd be pretty fucking stupid if she thought she was tasting your cunt without rutting against the mattress.

Was it pathetic? Yes. Did Vi care? No.

"Vi we really... shouldn't cancel-" at your weak protest Vi skipped kissing the rest of her way down and pressed a soft kiss right to your clit, feeling the bud twitch with need.

"What were you sayin' baby? We should stay home and I can eat you out until you're shaking? Good idea." Her first few laps were messy as Vi did a little shimmy to get her slacks and boxers fully off. Though the second they were off and she was free she dove in fully.

Her meaty biceps wrap around your thighs, prying you open as she devours you in your entirety. No inch of your pussy went unexplored as Vi swirled her tongue around your clit over and over before dragging it down to your clenching entrance to drink you down straight from the source.

With each lap through your folds the sloppy, wet squelching of you pussy responding to Vi's exploration were obscene. Had you not been in literal heaven you might found and ounce of respect and be a little embarrassed... like Vi should be rutting herself on the mattress.

A large wet spot was forming on the foot of the bed where Vi was humping the comforter, purely instinctual. You were none the wiser, not questioning Vi's moans at all assuming they were from her tasting you which, undoubtedly, was her favourite hobby, past time, job. She'd do it all day everyday, happily living between your thighs.

"Taste like a dream baby, like a fucking dream give it to me, come on baby please." The tips of her fingers tease your tight entrance as her tongue works over your clit, swirling, flicking and sucking until you're back is arching off the bed.

Sliding two fingers inside Vi curls them upwards, thrusting gently and curling until she finds that spot that has you whining and pulling on her hair. A guttural groan escapes Vi, the vibration on your clit helping hurl you closer to the edge. Vi's hips are none stop now, the wet patch growing with each rock of her hips.

She knows exactly how to get you over the edge and she was doing everything perfectly. Vi never changed pace, never switched up her routine. Her fingers worked in sync with her tongue until your inner walls were clamping around the intrusive digits, gushing your sweet release down her palm and wrist. She doesn't stop until your hands weakly push her head away, to which she doesn't pull away- instead she meticulously cleans up every drop, savouring your sweetness like it's sacred.

You look down weakly at Vi through the hazy eyes... and it was pathetic. Yet so hot. Each taste of you had her moaning and whimpering into your core, her own hips now rutting against the bed until they stutter and she comes undone herself. "Baby did you just?.."

"Mmhm... love you so much..." As you both come down a peaceful, comfortable silence settles over you. Vi was laying her head on your thigh, nose nuzzling over the soft skin, eyes closed. Your own hand ran lightly through her hair, scratching at her scalp the way she adores.

Maybe it wouldn't take six months to fix the marrige... this was it. The life you'd missed so much of just... being. Existing together.

"I love you too Vi."

You were matching. Mostly. Having spent time sitting at the mirror in your bathroom, meticulously applying the makeup on your face until it looked good enough to show in public. A more fitted shirt than Vi but still following her colourless colour scheme she had going on for this particular night.

Vi had been waiting for you to arrive. Lingering by the door with a drink in her hand, sliding her arm around your waist and bringing you in for a kiss the second you crossed the threshold leaving you breathless as always and rolling your eyes at the few wolf whistles you both got from the crowd.

You were used to them by now.

You both had planned to stay a good while. It was at the frat house after all. Except by the time an hour had passed, at least 4 drinks each had been gone through, Vi had that look in her eye. The one that made her look as if she was seconds away from pouncing on you and devouring you. Crowd or no crowd.

The black paint on her lips was already faded and cracked from continuously leaning forward to kiss you, hands sliding under the bottom of your shirt without fail.

It left you pushing her away more times than you could count despite wanting to let her have you right then and there. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t made out or gone further on the couch before, other people be damned, but it was a full house tonight.

You give her about five seconds to have you before pulling your lips away, leaving her panting and nuzzling against your jaw to try and get you back but you held on. For about twenty minutes that is.

Just enough time to have at least greeted most of the people you knew and to have shown your face before you grabbed Vi’s hand, taking it away from your jaw to hold and move to the edge of the couch. “Upstairs.”

Vi smirked. She wasted no time in dragging you through the crowd, dodging the mess on the stairs and running down the hallway to her room.

Her room was a mess to say the least. It was most of the time. Clothes dumped in one corner, empty cans on the bedside table, some college books thrown on the desk. The window was partially open letting the loud music from downstairs come through it now that the closed door had it muffled, but the distinct smell of your girlfriend still lingered in the room.

Even stronger now as she pushed you up against the back of her door, loose band posters hitting your bare skin as her hands shoved their way under your shirt to pull it off your body before grabbing your hips to pull you flush against her body.

You moaned into the kiss as her lips connected with yours. Rough and desperate after being forced to wait all night despite it only being an hour to an hour and a half at most.

Vi’s hands fiddle with the clasp of your bra before undoing it and letting it fall off your body to the floor, kicking it away as her lips strayed from yours and down your jaw to suck light marks into the soft skin of your neck. Her makeup smudging around her mouth but still stark against her skin.

You groaned as her leg shoved its way between your own, your head falling back against the door with a moan as you felt the distinct hard feeling through her baggy jeans. She didn’t exactly tell you she had the strap on. It was a surprise, a nice surprise definitely.

You now understand why she was so eager to leave and come upstairs with you.

“Fuck, Vi…” You breathe out, you mind going back to all the times she’d used it on you since she bought it. Nervous but extremely eager to use it on you until she was the one begging to fuck you harder.

Skipping classes to stay back in the empty frat house, bent over the kitchen counter as her nails dug into your hips. Skin slapping against skin as she bottomed out inside you, her hand coming down leaving an array of handprints over your ass.

Bouncing up and down on it in her bed on the weekends, going for it as long as you both could until your cunt was aching and clenching around the silicone as your nails scratched marks down her back.

Even the time Vi bought a double ended dildo, bracing your hands on her thighs and sinking back onto it. Sliding it deeper every time you both moved until she was whimpering beneath you, her hips rutting up against your own as slick pooled between the both of you.

And tonight, she had wore it to the party meaning she’d planned something. Your cunt ached at the thought, already wet just from her lips trailing against your skin and her knee between your thighs.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” Vi breathes out, kissing down your chest until she makes it to your breasts, licking a stripe over one of your hardening nipples before sucking it into her mouth with a pleased groan.

Your breath hitches as she switches between your breasts, leaving a trail of wet hickeys across your skin before her hand starts fiddling with the button of your jeans.

“Vi,” You gasp out, your hands coming up to thread through her short hair and pull at the small hairs at the bottom of her neck as she continues to suck on your nipple sending jolts of pleasure straight to your aching clit.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Vi pushes your jeans and underwear down your thighs, letting them rest there as she pulls away from your nipple to leave a trail of kisses down your stomach slowly dropping to her knees. She leaves a soft kiss just above your pubic bone, her breath fanning against your skin.

She looks up at you with hazy eyes, still shadowed with the dark makeup around them. She only breaks her gaze when she moves down to lather kisses on your inner thighs.

You huff in slight impatience. Vi had been impatient since she saw you at the party and now chooses to drag it out?

Vi chuckles against your thigh, her teeth grazing the skin before sucking the soft flesh into her mouth until she’s sure it’s gonna leave a mark.

She’s always had a thing for marking you.

Seeing light bruises peaking out of your shirt collar, watching you sit at her desk and cake your skin in makeup to cover the marks you knew would for sure gain you a judging look from one of the college professors.

Vi runs her hands over your thighs slowly, her fingers digging into them as she makes her way up. She’s purposely avoiding your pussy, knowing it’ll drive you crazy. It always does. It just makes it all the better when she’s pounding into your needy cunt later.

“Vi,” You warn, ready to just grab her and pull her forward as she inches closer. You watch her smirk against your skin, infuriating, before she finally dives forward to lick a long strip from your leaking hole to your clit.

Vi groans as she finally gets a taste of you, she could never hold out for very long once she finally had you to herself. “So fuckin’ sweet.” She murmurs, looking up at you from between your legs as her tongue lapping at your folds. Eyes fluttering closed like she’s in heaven, which to her she is.

Her hand digs into your thigh to pull it up and over her shoulder to give her better access, her tongue flicking over your clit before sucking it into her mouth.

Vi eats you out like she’s starving, her spare hand coming up to tease two fingers against your dripping hole. Teasing you with the tips of her fingers sliding in just to hear your head thump back against the door with a breathy moan leaving your lips before she slides one in.

“Fuck,” You moan softly as she pumps her finger in and out of your cunt, your eyes closing as her tongue expertly flicks over your clit again. Your fingers curl into her hair, hips pushing forward in an attempt to get more.

Vi grunts against you as your hands tug on her hair, sucking and licking your clit harder as she slides a second finger into you. Scissoring them inside you and curling them just right until she can hear your moans over the muffled music coming from downstairs.

Without warning, Vi pulls her fingers out of you, your juices covering her chin and smearing her makeup as she stands up looking at you with blown pupils.

“Vi, what…” You head drops down from where it was leaning against the door, your cunt aching from the suddenly stop. You look up at her with desperate eyes.

“I need to be in you, please baby.” Vi begs, her hand frantically unbuttoning her jeans to shove them off leaving them in just her tight boxers and her strap hanging heavy between her legs.

You watch her with your mouth half open, trying to get your bearings from the sudden edge you were pulled back from before nodding your head. “Yeah, yes fuck please.” You pant, shoving your own jeans and underwear fully off your legs and to the floor, your cunt already clenching at the thought of her inside you again.

Vi hooks her arms under your thighs suddenly, hefting you up into her strong arms making you fling your own around her neck with a laugh to not fall. The room spinning slightly due to the drinks you had downstairs.

She drops you unceremoniously onto the bed, sheets messy due to never being made half the time. You push yourself up with a hand behind you before leaning forward to grab her strap, licking up the underside before sucking the tip into your mouth.

Vi’s hand hovers over your hair as she watches you take it in awe, your head bobbing up and down the sleek black shaft. She pulls your head back, running her thumb over your lips wet lips before leaning down to bring you into a rough kiss.

“Want you to ride me,” Vi breathes against your mouth. “Wanna see you fuck yourself on my dick until you’re screaming my name.” She bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

She pushes you back on the bed, climbing onto it next to you and grabbing your hips to pull you over her. Your legs straddle her hips, hands gripping her strong thighs for balance as you face away from her. She spits on her fingers and lathers it over the strap, not that you need it with how wet you are. She teases it through your folds, letting it slide up and bump against your clit.

You whimper as twitches of pleasure spark every time it nudges against your swollen bud, your hips moving to grind against the strap to slip it inside.

“Impatient aren’t you?” Vi chuckles lowly, using her other hand to spread your cheeks and finally line it up with your dripping hole, letting the tip catch on before letting go to grab your hips and sink you down on it.

A loud moan leaves you mouth as the strap slowly sinks inside of you. The burn from the stretch only adding to the almost addicting pleasure it gives you. Your nails dig into her thighs as you push yourself up before sliding back down.

“Fuck that’s it.” Vi groans, one of her hands leaving your hips to come down on your ass with a sharp smack before squeezing the cheek in her hand. The sight of you on top of her, hair all messy, back arched as fuck yourself on her dick, the wet slap every time you take it all the way. It’s intoxicating. And so goddamn hot.

“Bounce on it like a good girl,” She commands, thrusting up into you with each snap of her hips coming down against hers. The strap hits your spot perfectly with each thrust, making your eyes roll back as moans get punched out of you with each thrust.

One of your hands leaves Vi’s thigh to push your hair away from your face as you bounce on her dick, lewd noises leaving your mouth with every wet slap heard over the pounding music.

“God, look at you.” Vi huffs, her hand grabbing your ass to help you bounce on it. Her thumb moves to trace your soaked hole, stretched and leaking around her dick. “Fuckin’ angelic. C’mere.”

Vi lifts you off the strap making you groan at the sudden emptiness, she gets up onto her knees behind you and pushes you face down into the mattress. Grabbing the strap, she pushes it back into your tight cunt, the slide easy now that you’re completely drenched. Her hand grips your hip tightly as she starts thrusting into you and finding her own rhythm, her other grabbing your hair in her hand to pull your head to the side. She wants to see you.

You let out a choked out moan as Vi’s hips slap into your ass with every hard thrust, fists clenching the sheets as you push back against her.

“So good Vi, don’t—don’t stop…” You stutter out between moans, your eyes fluttering closed as your chest presses into the mattress, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets.

“Not planning on it,” Vi pants, adjusting her angle slightly until cries of pleasure are punched out of you with every thrust she makes. The base rubbing against her clit just right through her damp boxers.

Vi leans over you as she starts to really pound into you, letting go of your hair to prop herself up on her elbow and pulling you flush against her body. Her hot breath fans over the back of your neck with every deep thrust.

“I’ve got you baby,” Vi mumbles into your ear, her hand sliding from your hips to find your aching clit. She starts rubbing it in tight circles as she continues to fuck you hard and deep. Her head drops down to rest against yours, her own clit throbbing with every grind against the base.

The room fills with the wet, slapping sounds of Vi’s thrusts and your desperate moans and whimpers echoing through the room. The music from downstairs completely drowned out by the sound.

Your legs start to shake, your sopping cunt clenching around the strap as you feel your orgasm start to build up inside you with each wet circle of Vi’s fingers on your swollen clit.

Vi feels your cunt tightening around the strap, your walls starting to spasm with each deep thrust she makes. She knows you’re close, can hear it in your breathy moans that fill up the room every time you’re about to come and feels it in the way your cunt is grasping at her dick like a vise.

“Come on baby,” Vi whispers into your ear, her fingers moving faster against your clit it make up for her hips faltering every time she bottoms out, resisting the urge to grind into the friction against her clit until you’ve come. “I’ve got you, just let go f’me.”

You come with a loud cry, your back arching sharply as your cunt convulses around the strap, milking it desperately as Vi keeps thrusting through your orgasm drawing it out with each hard snap of her hips.

Your cunt flutters around the strap as she keeps her relentless rhythm. Vi, losing whatever restraint she had left, grips your hip hard enough to bruise as she continues thrusting into you erratically. Her clit rubbing against her soaked boxers, the base hitting against it against and again.

“Vi Vi Vi,” You chant her name you moan into the sheets. Your cunt clenching around the strap, sensitive and overwhelmed as she keeps pounding into you. Your hand comes up behind you, pushing at her hips lightly to get her to slow down.

“So ngh so fuckin’ good baby,” Vi pants against the back of your neck, the base rubbing deliciously against her clit the harder she thrusts into you, her hips grinding desperately against it. “Just hold on a little longer, fuck I’m so close.” She grabs your hand, linking it with hers to hold it against your lower back.

Desperate breathy moans leave her mouth as grinds into you, using your body to chase her own release. Your moans turn needy and encouraging despite your overstimulated pussy aching, loving how desperate she sounds behind you.

“Yeah? You like that baby?” Vi pants, her thrusts turning shallow and fast, chasing her high. Her clit throbbing against the base, so fucking close. “You like how I’m usin’ your cunt to get off?” Her fingers dig into your hip painfully.

“Mhm,” You whimper, pushing your ass back against her, your sensitive cunt spasming around the strap as she hits your spot again with each slap of her hips. Your legs shaking under the strain.

With a choked moan, Vi buries herself deep inside you, her hips grinding against yours shallowly as she comes. Her cunt leaks into her boxers, clenching around nothing as she tenses above you. She thrusts into you slowly now, riding it out as she peppers the top of your back with sloppy open-mouthed kisses.

Vi holds you close as she catches her breath, her strap still buried deep inside you. Her thrusts becoming lazy as she kisses down your spine.

The strap is soaked. Coated in your slick and cum, collecting around the base with every thrust. Your inner thighs soaked. The smell of sex lingering heavy in the air.

She pulls out slowly once her muscles have stopped twitching, making you groan at the feeling of it scraping against your sensitive walls. You feel empty instantly, your cunt clenching around nothing, still throbbing and swollen.

She unstraps it as you catch your breath, still sprawled out beneath her. She throws it on the floor, letting it land next to the pile of your clothes. She’ll clean it later, preferably when the house isn’t still full of people still drinking and partying.

Vi collapses next to you on the bed, throwing her arm over your waist to pull you close, smearing the wetness collected on your thighs across her own but she’s no better. Her boxers soaked through and uncomfortable against her still throbbing cunt.

She presses a kiss to your sweaty temple making you hum in content, her fingers tracing patterns across your back as she just lays there with you. The only sound in the room being both of your heavy breathing and the music still coming from downstairs.

You don’t go back down to the party. Neither of you being bothered to redo the makeup that’s half faded from your faces or get back into your clothes.

Instead you spend the night together. After cleaning up and sharing whatever can Vi has left in the mini fridge in the corner before drifting off as the noise finally starts to calm down.

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You were a silent watcher at first. Completely enamoured by her as she groaned pinching her nipples before trailing her hand down her abs. Smirking at the camera every now and then. There were a lot of people in there watching her.

Then someone tipped and suddenly she was doing more.

Seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her head fall back as she pushed the head of a thick dildo inside herself just because someone sent money was addicting. And suddenly you were getting impatient when she spent lots of time simply teasing her viewers.

You didn’t even stop and think before sending money yourself. Anything to get past the teasing stage.

“Oh? I see someone’s eager for more.”

You made it a competition after that. You shouldn’t have. It wasn’t on purpose but you couldn’t help the jealously you felt when someone else spent their money to see her do more and got her talking to them personally.

You wanted her to talk to you.

Did you spend too much money on this? Probably. But was it worth it to see her face flush and her mouth fall open with whimpers she couldn’t hold back just because you payed for her to keep going despite her sensitivity? Absolutely.

The first time it happened, you almost choked on your drink. The second time, you quickly looked away, suddenly very interested in your phone. By the third time, you just let yourself meet her gaze for a beat longer than you should, admiring the smirk that spread across her lips.

Now, she’s laughing with her friends and throwing her head back without a care.

“Girl, what are you staring at?” Jade nudges you, following your line of sight. “Oh, she’s totally your type.”

“She’s so fucking hot,” Mira leans in. “You have to take her home tonight.”

You’re saved from having to respond by a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find a girl with purple glitter on her cheekbones and an excited smile. There’s a tag that has the word “staff” written on pinned to her top.

“Hey! We’re doing this game tonight to celebrate Pride,” she gestures behind her, and your brows lift up at the sight of two girls are making out against the wall. “It’s trending on TikTok. We’re asking hot people who they’d make out with, then try to make it happen. You in?”

Your friends are suddenly very interested. Mira’s practically vibrating with excitement beside you, while Jade let’s out a playful gasp and grabs your wrist to shake it happily.

“She is!”

“Uh,” before you can overthink it, you nod. “Yeah, okay. Sounds fun.”

The staff girl beams. “Great! Lemme start recording.”

She gives her phone to her coworker, stepping up closer to you as she grabs a mini wireless mic. The guy gives you a thumbs up as he starts recording, and the staff girl shoots at smile toward the camera.

“Onto our next hottie!” she turns to look at you. “Who would you make out with if you could, babe?”

Your eyes betray you immediately, glancing toward the pink-haired girl at the bar without hesitation. She’s mid-laugh with her friends, that sharp jawline catching the light. Heat floods your entire face.

God, hopefully this does not go viral.

“That girl on the bar,” you say quietly, pointing across the room. “The one with the pink hair.”

The staff girl’s face lights up. “Oh, she’s hot! Okay, I’m gonna go talk to her. Stay here, yeah?”

Before you can second-guess yourself, both of the staff members are gone, weaving through the crowd toward the bar. Your friends are losing it— Mira’s practically screaming into her hands, Jade’s squeezing your arm hard enough to leave marks.

Vi’s downing down third drink of the night, completely clueless at what’s going on the other end of the club, when someone taps her shoulder. She turns around to find one of the club’s marketing staff vibrating with energy, while the other has a phone in hand pointed right at her.

“Hey! Question, would you be down to play our game?” The staff girl doesn’t even wait for a real answer before continuing. “We’re asking people who’d they make out with, and we try and make it happen. It’s for TikTok, just for funsies.”

Vi’s about to say no, she’s not really the viral TikTok type, when the staff girl adds something that catches her attention.

“There’s actually this really cute girl who picked you.”

Vi tilts her head to the side, brows knitting together. “Yeah? Who?”

The staff girl points across the room, and Vi’s eyes follow the direction of her finger directly to a girl from the VIP section. She’s taken aback once she notices it’s you, the girl who’s been catching her eye all night. But now you’re staring at her with flushed cheeks, your friends clearly freaking out beside you.

“Hell yeah,” Vi says, and she must sound pretty eager because the staff girl is grinning like she’s just made the best deal of her life. “Yeah, I’m in. Let’s do it.”

“Amazing! Let’s go introduce you, c’mon, c’mon.”

Vi can feel her heart pounding in her throat as she follows the staff girl through the crowd, leaving her drink and her friends behind. This is stupid, she’s being stupid. But maybe, the universe is doing her a favor here, because she’s been trying to figure out to talk to you all night without looking like a creep.

The staff girl leads her right up to the VIP section, and there you are. Up close, she finds you even more striking. And you’re clearly nervous, which for some reason she thinks it’s absolutely endearing.

“Okay, ready?” the staff girl positions herself in front of the phone again, smiling brightly as her coworker starts recording. “So! We’re here with—”

You lean into the mic as she props it toward you. “Y/N.”

Your voice is softer than Vi expected. Your eyes meet again, and the corner of Vi’s mouth tugs upward.

“And—”

“I’m Vi,” she says, taking a step closer toward you. Close enough she can feel the warmth radiating off your skin and catch the subtle scent of your perfume.

The staff girl steps back, grinning with excitement. “So, are you guys gonna—”

Vi raises an eyebrow in question, giving you a chance to back out to if you want to. Your cheeks are impossibly red, but you rest your hands over Vi’s arms and caress them lightly.

That’s all the permission she needs.

Vi reaches out, hand finding your jaw with surprising gentleness, and tilts your chin up before closing the distance. At first, it’s a bit shy— she’s hyperaware of the staff members recording, of your friends losing their minds, and her own friends probably watching in shock from across the room. But the second she feels you lean into her, control goes out the window.

She pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, and you let out a low moan that goes straight through Vi like lightning. She slides one hand to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, and the kiss becomes more urgent.

Your fingers find the way up to her shoulders and dig slightly into the skin there, kissing her back with an intensity that steals Vi’s breath and makes her head spin. She tilts her head, and even gets a taste of the fruity drink you had earlier.

The crowd and the cameras and everything else fades away the moment she feels you bite gently at her lower lip. Her grip on your hair tightens slightly, and you shudder against her.

When she finally pulls back, fighting every instinct to just keep kissing you, both of you are breathing hard. All Vi can focus is on you— the way you’re biting your lower lip, hands still on her shoulders, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening from the kiss.

“Okay, that’s definitely— yeah, thanks,” the staff girl laughs, shaking her head as they stop recording. “I think we got it. You two… wow.”

But Vi’s already thinking ahead. The club is packed, and she wants you alone now. She needs you.

She leans just enough to murmur against your ear, low enough only for you to hear. “Wanna go somewhere more private?”

You nod without hesitation, and Vi takes your hand as she leads you toward the back of the club. Your friends and the staff members move out of the way, not before Mira let’s out an excited gasp.

The staff girl groans, throwing her head back. “Ugh, not again.”

Luckily, the bathroom is empty. Vi barely lets the door close behind you before she’s pushing you against it, hands finding your waist, and kissing you again. You gasp into her mouth and immediately kiss her back, your hands sliding up her back and settling on her shoulders.

Vi shifts you two around, walking you backward until the backs of your legs hit the counter, and she lifts you up easily, settling you on the edge with a low grunt of effort.

“This okay?” she asks, pulling back just enough to check in.

“Yeah,” you breathe, pulling her closer. “Yeah, more than okay.”

Vi dips her head and starts kissing along your jawline, down your neck, and finding that sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your collarbone that makes you gasp. She sucks lightly, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to leave a small mark for you to remember her.

Your hands find the hem of her tank top and you’re pulling it up slightly, running your fingers across her abs, and Vi shivers. She pulls back enough to look at you, eyes dark with desire.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” she says, and there’s tenderness in her voice despite the intensity of the moment.

“Listen, you’re so kind,” you start, staring at her from beneath your eyelashes, “but I need you to fuck me, please.”

You capture her lips again, fingers threading through her pink hair and tugging gently, and she groans into your mouth. Her hands slide from your waist to your thighs, gripping slightly as she pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.

You can feel how much she wants you by the way her hands shake slightly as they move over your skin, the way she’s breathing hard between kisses, the way she keeps saying your name whenever you dig your nails into her skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Vi murmurs against your neck, lips lapping at that sensitive spot again.

She pulls back to look at you properly, and you can feel your stomach twist at the sight— her hair is slightly messed up, her lips are red and swollen, and her eyes look at you with such hunger and intensity your legs start trembling.

The sound of the club throbs outside, the bass vibrating through the walls, but you’re more focused on the soft sounds you’re both making. Vi’s thigh presses between yours, and you gasp, your head falling back against the mirror behind you. She takes the opportunity to kiss down your throat, her hands finding the curve of your waist and sliding under your shirt.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispers against your skin.

You’re too caught up in the feeling of her against you, all you can manage to answer with are soft gasps and whimpers.

Vi pulls back suddenly, and the loss of her touch makes you whine. She grabs your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to meet her eyes.

“Hey,” her voice is lower now, commanding in a way that makes heat pool between your legs. “Use your words.”

There’s a sharp intensity in her eyes that you weren’t expecting at all. God, she is so hot.

“C’mon,” her thumb brushes across your jawline. “Want me to fuck you or not?”

“Your fingers,” the words tumble out. “Please. I need your fingers inside me.”

Vi doesn’t waste any time. She pushes your skirt up around your waist and runs a finger along the inside of your thigh, tracing the edge of your underwear, and she hisses as she can feel how soaked you are even through the fabric.

“So wet for me already,” she murmurs almost to herself, and the statement makes heat flood to your cheeks. She hooks a finger into your underwear and pulls it aside, exposing you completely. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She slides a finger inside you slowly, and the sensation is so intense you have to grip her shoulders to stay upright. She sets a slow pace, fingers curling just right they have you gasping her name.

“You’re taking me so well.”

You bite your lip, trying to be quiet, but Vi notices and pulls back slightly.

“No,” she says firmly, adding a second finger. The stretch is so delicious it makes you arch into her. “I want to hear you.”

You stop trying to muffle yourself, gasping and moaning as she works her fingers inside you. Her thumb finds your clit and starts circling with just the right amount of pressure.

“Fuck, Vi,” you manage, your nails digging into her back. “Just… holy shit… just like that.”

“I know, baby,” she says, and it’s such a contrast. The soft endearment mixed with the way she’s absolutely wrecking you. “You’re doing so good for me.”

A few moments later, your orgasm hits you hard, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you bury your face in her neck and try not to scream her name. Vi works you through it, her movements slowing but not stopping, dragging out every last bit of pleasure.

When you finally come down from it, you’re shaking and gasping for breath. Vi carefully pulls her hand away and brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Fuck,” you breathe, reaching for her waistband to pull her closer.

“Wait,” she catches your wrist, and there’s genuine reluctance in her voice. “As much as I want to, we should probably get back before they send security down here.”

You pout, but you know that she’s right. It’s been a while since you first entered the bathroom, and someone’s definitely going to come looking for you both soon.

“I know, but,” Vi continues, helping you down from the counter and smoothing your skirt down, “I’d love to take you out properly someday.”

A grin spreads across your face. “Really?”

She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle now, almost reverent. She pulls you close and places a soft kiss on your lips, a stark contrast to the passion of moments before.

“Can I have your number?” she asks against your lips.

“Yeah,” you agree immediately.

After exchanging phone numbers, both of you slip back out into the club and head into different directions. Your friends spot you immediately, and both practically run toward you.

“Oh my God, where have you been?” Mira shouts over the music.

“We were wondering if we needed to like, call security or something,” Jade adds.

You feel heat creep up to your neck, but you’re smiling so hard your face hurts. You catch Vi’s eye across the room, and she’s got that lazy satisfied smirk on her face, running a hand through her pink her.