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"Please, baby? I bought them just for us"

God, when she’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes, it’s always hard to resist. You’d like to think she has no idea what she’s doing to you, but that’s impossible. She makes it very, very clear with the smirk tugging at her lips. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she loves it. To her it’s less about embarrassing you, more about the fact you’d be willing to do something like that for her, the act of doing so, if you will. Plus, she wants to see you dress up in something she bought you. And well, the fact she has one to match could only make it better.. except from the fact she wears hers proudly, which leads to people asking what the other half of the joke is and she proceeds to point out your other half.

You reluctantly agree, and slide on the shirt. Vi’s smirk instantly melts into a soft, warm smile. She wraps her muscular arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Thank you, darling." is the last thing you hear before your mind numbs at the sensation of her lips against yours. Atleast you get a reward for being good, after all.

Before you know it, you’re crashing down onto your back, sinking into the bedsheets as Vi follows suit. The shirt comes off almost as soon as it went on, pooling on the floor besides you. Vi’s hands are quick to find your bra clasp, undoing it. A slight laugh escapes her lips as she fumbles, but it doesn’t last long as your bra drops and her face immediately becomes one of awe. "Fuckin' hell, you’re gorgeous." It’s as if it’s her first time seeing you like this, which it is not, however she just can’t get enough of you. She loves the sight of you laid out in front of her, vulnerable and trusting. She loves the fact you let her see you this way. She swallows hard, her smirk returning. Despite the earlier rough handling, her fingers are nothing but gentle as they slide down your collarbone to the sides of your breasts. A slight groan escapes her lips as she cups you in her hands, her mouth watering at the sight. Her tongue is eager to find your nipple, swirling around it. Her other hand slides down your side, hooking into your waistband. You could almost swear she’s never been this hungry before. As your shorts slide down, she lowers herself to her knees, your nipple sliding out of her mouth with a 'pop'. The sound is intimate, embarrassing almost, and you could— the thought trails off as you realise you didn’t even notice the fact Vi had slid off your panties, throwing them to join your shirt. Her face buries itself between your thighs as her arms lift your legs over her shoulders, supporting your weight. All your previous worries and anger fade instantly at one simple sentence. "Gonna make you feel s' good tonight, babe." Yeah, maybe the shirts aren’t such a bad idea if this is the reward.