⠀⠀ 𓈒 ⠀ 𐔌 WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? ͡꒱⠀ ۫
summary: vi has returned to zaun years after you made her life miserable in school. but now, she’s nothing like the girl you once knew
contains: bullying, semi-public sex, fingering (r!rec), denigration, dom! vi, inexperienced! reader, mentions of rockstar! vi, orgasm denial, hair pulling, oral (vi! rec), hate sex
a/n: reader and vi basically have the regina george and janis lore. anyways, bullying isn’t funny and i absolutely do not support it
Vi knew you’d be here, part of her had been dragged back to the city for one reason only: curiosity. Curiosity about you.
She’d put on her favorite boots, her new leather jacket, and even smudged some black eyeshadow across her eyelids the messy way she knew how, just to come here.
And yet, she still couldn’t stop her blood from boiling when she spotted you.
Wearing a short black dress that hugged your figure perfectly, laughing and dancing with your friends as if you weren’t the one who had ruined her life.
You’d bullied her since you were thirteen. Middle school and part of high school had been torture because of you.
Though it hadn’t always been that way.
The two of you had been childhood best friends until you both turned thirteen and started eighth grade.
Vi had thought she could trust you. She’d decided you’d be one of the first people she’d come out to and that’s when all hell broke loose.
Her secret spread through the school halls like wildfire, and the constant teasing drove the two of you apart. Before long, you’d become one of the people tormenting her the most.
She’d been watching you all night ever since she spotted you in the crowd. Like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the right moment. And you gave it to her when you split off from your friends and headed for the bar.
It didn’t take her long to follow.
“Give me a shot of the strongest thing you’ve got, sweetheart,” you ordered.
You didn’t notice her until then, when you turned toward the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar voice, surprised by a level of generosity rarely seen in a place like this.
You expected anyone but her.
She’d changed, there was no doubt about that. The acne was gone, her hair was still as unruly as ever, but she’d clearly learned how to tame it, and she’d dyed it black, though her pink roots were starting to show.
Maybe it was the sweat from dancing all night, but her tattoos nearly took your breath away and you weren’t even going to start talking about the piercings.
“Don’t wet your pants, princess.”
Her elbows rested against the bar while her back leaned against the wooden edge. She flashed you a crooked grin that left you dizzy.
Vi had always had that effect on you. You’d just never admitted it out loud.
Maybe that’s why, when you found out she had feelings for Caitlyn Kiramman, your own hurt feelings drove you to hurt her back in the worst way possible.
“You look…” Your eyes traveled up and down her body. “Good.”
“You look the same as ever.”
She knocked back the shot the bartender had just slid across the counter.
“Guess some things never change, huh?”
An uncomfortable silence settled between you, but neither of you could look away. After graduation, neither of you had expected to ever see the other again and yet, here you were.
“I saw your band’s doing really well,” you started. “Shouldn’t you be with them? Touring or recording something, I mean.”
“I’m on a break,” she explained. “Came back to see my family.”
“It’s good to see you again.” You smiled.
And Vi found herself wondering how someone with a smile that looked so angelic could be so cruel. She hated that about you.
The comment struck a nerve. How could you stand there acting like nothing had happened after everything you’d done?
Maybe she should’ve gotten over it by now.
Years had passed, and God knew she’d tried to move on. She’d thought seeing you again might help, but she had no idea what she’d expected to accomplish
She bought you a few more rounds, enough for you to work up the nerve to ask her to dance, and enough for her to say yes.
Vi doesn't quite remember how things even got to this point.
Maybe it was how your body pressed against hers as your hips moved to the beat, or maybe it was just the drinks talking.
You were scared your heart, racing the way it always did when she was near, would beat louder than the music and blow your cover.
But it was the way you moaned her name that gave you away.
Her fingers curved deep inside your pussy, exploring your walls. You buried your face between her shoulder and her neck, moaning in her ear with every movement she made inside you.
You had never felt this good before. Back in school, you’d had plenty of boyfriends, but none of them had ever made you feel anything like this.
Maybe today, for once, you won't have to fake an orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, Vi...” you gasped. “Don't stop.”
Your hands found a safe spot on her shoulders, clawing and squeezing her skin whenever you needed to hold on. She had you pinned flat against the grime-covered wall of the bar bathroom, your dress already hitched up around your hips.
The coldness of the wall against your back was a stark contrast to the burning heat of her body against yours.
You felt completely intoxicated by the scent of her perfume and somewhere down on the floor, her jacket and your heels lay forgotten.
She wasn't trying to be gentle, and she certainly wasn't looking out for you. There was no tenderness in the way her fingers moved. She just wanted to make you scream her name, loud enough for everyone outside to know exactly how good she was making you feel.
“Looks like you’re only using me to live out your lesbian fantasies,” she mocked, throwing your own words right back at you.
You were a complete mess. A beautiful disaster she had created, and she was damn proud of it.
Your hair was damp with sweat, and your makeup was a ruined, smudged blur from the tears you’d cried just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it all.
For the first time, you could finally let go of every heavy feeling you’d been carrying from the past
“Look at you… you look like you’re completely in love with me,” she mocked softly, trapping your chin between her fingers and forcing your eyes to meet hers. “Say it… say you’re in love with me.”
You were consumed by pleasure that your mind was a blur; you could barely piece together a coherent thought, let alone words.
“Say it!” she demanded, her voice snapping when you failed to answer quickly enough.
“I-I’m in love with you, Violet,” you whimpered, your voice shaking violently. “I always have been. Since we were kids.”
A satisfied smirk spread across Vi’s face.
Desperate, you leaned in, trying to close the agonizing distance between your lips for a kiss, but she cruelly pulled back. Leaving you to let out a frustrated growl against her skin.
She slid in a third finger, rough from years of guitar practice. The sudden invasion forcing a raw scream right out of your throat.
“Vi!” you shrieked, your voice cracking. “I-I can’t… I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can, princess,” she whispered darkly, her breath hot against your ear. “I endured years of your mockery. You can damn well endure this.”
You tried to clamp your jaw shut, desperately trying to suppress the ragged groan building in your chest.
She didn't like that, and without a moment's warning, she stopped completely, pulling away and leaving you empty and aching.
“It’s my turn,” she commanded, her voice devoid of any hesitation.
Before you could gather your thoughts or even begin to process the sudden shift, she was already undoing her pants, shucking them down along with her black boxers.
She slid onto the counter right next to you, unashamedly parting her thighs. There she was, completely exposed and slick with her own desire, open just for you.
“On your knees,” she commanded again, the words leaving no room for argument.
You just blinked up at her, your overstimulated brain completely unable to process the order.
“Do I have to repeat it?” she asked.
You shook your head instantly. Terrified of making her wait, you did exactly as you were told, letting your knees sink onto the dirty floor, your pussy still aching and throbbing from the heat of her calloused fingers.
She stared down at you, absolutely captivated by the sight, the girl who used to mock her, now brought to her knees just for her. Who would have ever thought?
“Now,” she whispered, looking down at you. “Eat me out.”
You hesitate for a fraction of a second.
Before tonight, you’d never actually been with a woman. Sure, there had been a couple of sloppy, drunken kisses at parties, but you had absolutely no idea how to please a girl or what it felt like to be completely unraveled by one.
As you lean in, the clumsy movements of your tongue against her core instantly betray your lack of experience. Vi lets out a sharp, shallow gasp the moment the wet warmth of your tongue first brushes against her heat.
Your hands stroked her thighs, and all you could hear were the quiet moans you were barely able to provoke.
But after a few minutes, Vi decides she’s had enough.
Her patience has run out, and she fists her hand in your hair and yanks you back, the sudden pull forcing a sharp shriek from your lips.
“You’re not doing it right,” she complains
She doesn’t get the chance to say or do anything else to humiliate you, because the sudden rattle of the bathroom door being unlocked forces you both to finally react.
In a blur, she quickly pulls her pants up to her waist, and you stand up and fix your dress.
Luckily, the girl who stumbles inside is completely wasted, far too drunk to not noticed you.
Vi scoops your heels up from the floor and holds her hand out to you, her gaze sharp and demanding.
“Come on,” she demands, putting on her jacket “Let’s get out of here.”
A dark thrill runs through her. She is going to completely ruin you once she gets you back to her hotel room, making you pay for every single thing you ever put her through.
Oh she wasn’t done with you yet
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