My Fav roomie :)---Childhood friend!Vi x reader
warnings: weed intoxication, mentions of sexual awakenings, Vi straps reader !,perv!Vi, former tomboy!reader, somnophilia, dom! Vi, teasing, porn with minimal plot, request. childhood friends turned roomies, reader gets tied up, overstimulation, size kink if you squint reallll hard,
a/n: Lowkey combined a request with a one-shot I had abandoned because I didnt know how to start it lol. I hope you like it ! @jejjdjdk Everyone go watch revolutionary girl Utena RIGHT NOW!
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You and Vi have been friends since you were in kindergarten.
You were a shy kid, never really one to draw attention to yourself. She was the most high energy child most teachers had ever seen, never sitting still, and all of her questions gave them a headache. As these things go, you were sat next to each other, hoping that your chill attitude would rub off on her.
It didnt. In fact the exact opposite happened, you became her best friend. You were the only girl in class that was used to her rough play style, not crying when you got scraped or scratched, and you loved to go on adventures even if it meant getting a little messy sometimes.
You were her tomboy best friend, partners in playful crime, glued at the hip for what seemed like life.
But one day, it all changed.
It was supposed to be a normal sleepover. Stupid pranks and party games had fizzled out for the night, and you were both getting ready for the final part of the sleepover: watching whatever anime you were currently hyper fixated on.
Tonights choice? Revolutionary Girl Utena.
Vi sat stuck in your bean bag chair as the Tv that you begged your dad to hook up in your room for this very occasion illuminated her features. You were showering, as she watched the pink haired female protagonist fight the male antagonist for the affections of the other female protagonist. Something within her began to stir once she saw how deeply they looked into each others eyes, how their lips parted with want to say something but not being able to find the right words.
"History would say theyre best friends." You joked plopping down next to her--startling her a little-- body still radiating heat from your shower. Your body was pressed warm against hers, personal space not being something you both really cared about, yet something about this touch confused her.
You went on about your night completely unaware to the fact that you helped your best friend in the world realize she was a lesbian, and that she had the fattest crush on you.
Vi spent the night secretly googling what to do when youre a lesbian with a crush on your childhood best friend. None of the results helped.
New feelings are rough, and Vi did not have the emotional intelligence to deal with any of it. Being gay? She could handle that, always suspected it. Having a crush on her best friend? That was a mine field she didnt know how to cross.
Its like everything changed once she started liking you, she truly started to see you. She started to notice how she was the only one out of the both of you still rocking little boy clothes, how you started to care so much about makeup and looking put together, how girly you started acting.
It was all too much.
In your senior year of high school she started to distance herself, this crush needed to die and she was going to make damn sure it did. Unfortunately, what should have been a little break from each other turned into both of you barely speaking, and your once unbreakable bond began to bend.
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A few years later and shes standing in front of your apartment door, phone clutched tightly between her fist. She's just moved to a new city, and youve invited her to move in with you, just until she can afford her own place. You saw this a chance to reconnect with an old friend , someone who once made your heart squeeze, and you were kind of surprised when she gladly accepted the offer.
Now here she is, suitcases in hand, staring at your apartment door as she gears herself up to finally alert you to her presence. She knocks once, twice, five times with no answer, and shes beginning to think she has the wrong door. As soon as she decides to text you, rereading your message---maybe she got the address wrong?--the front door swings open your half naked frame standing there looking frazzled.
"Im so sorry, I overslept !" You pull her inside with force she didnt know you had, suit cases completely forgotten. Your arms wrap around her muscular figure, as you take a deep whiff of her scent. "I've missed you so much!" You hum from her chest, looking up at her with such big eyes, old feelings instantly rushing back to her.
"I missed you mo-more." She stutters, chastising herself for sounding so uncool. You've always been beautiful but somehow getting out of your awkward--if you can even call it that--teen phase has made you drop dead gorgeous. Her eyes take in your curves, deliciously on display for her as you stand there in nothing but a tank top and a thong.
'Follow me~" You take her to her room, then show her the bathroom, then the kitchen, and youve now looped right back to the living room. All the while her eyes are only focused on the jiggle of your ass, the softness of your voice, and the fire that has ignited in her belly. "Its small, but its home." You give her a classic smile and for a split second she get a glimpse of the old you.
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Living with Vi wasnt exactly what you expected. She's a decent roommate; always picking up after herself, her half of the rent is always on time, and you barely notice shes around, but ever since shes moved in things have been strange.
Like youve been missing a lot of panties lately, and she has convinced you that someone in your communal laundry room is taking them, even though this has never happened before.
And you dont wanna get started on the how clingy she is. Wherever you go Vi is sure to follow, even when you go to the bathroom she'll stand in the doorway just talking to you. Privacy be dammed.
You try to tell yourself its because she has no friends in this city, and you both have known each other since you were kids but this level of comfort is sending you for a loop.
And now since shes shown up, you cant seem to get any play! You tried taking her out, showing her what this city has to offer, maybe finding some cute girls for you both to take home, a hot lesbian power team. Instead, she guarded you all night, not letting a single woman get close to you.
"All those girls were lame anyways, princess." She shrugs as you confront her, eyes still glued to her console as her fingers clack away on the buttons. "Doesnt give you a right to cockblock me. I'm in the worst drought of my life because of you!" Youre frustrated, its very evident but she still just smiles a toothy grin at you, like all this means absolutely nothing to her.
She turns to you, her gaze harsh causing you to shift."I can help with that." She flirts, eye brows wiggling. You shoot her a dirty look, one she knows you dont mean, "Shut up Violet." Your use of her full first name is supposed to show her you mean business, instead it just sends a shock wave to her core.
Its not to say you were any easier to live with. It was like you were purposefully trying to drive her insane . You never wore actual clothing in the house, more often than not you were prancing around in a shirt and underwear, the shirt most times just being a mere suggestion.
She tried to look past that, chalk it up to a quirk you had based on the fact that you knew she was of no threat to you. She's your best friend. She tried to keep everything platonic, but you share a wall, and it seems that your bed is right up against it.
In the late hours of the night when you think she isnt awake, she can hear you moaning as your vibrator goes a mile a minute. And you arent normal about it either, your stamina is insane and you go round for round.
After the third time it happened she couldnt stop herself from listening in, thick fingers finding her own core as she fucked her hand thinking of you, dreaming of how good it would feel to have you under her.
She hates anyone you bring around, its not that shes possessive(she totally is) they just could never compare to her. She knew your wildest fantasies, knew what you wanted, and she could definitely fuck you better than they ever could.
There was once where you invited an old hookup over, threatening her to make herself scarce while the woman with choppy layers and awfully box dyed hair came sauntering in like she owned the place. "Wow, didnt know that was your type." She teased, hands wrapping around a bottle of water that she so needed from the kitchen, because the fully stocked mini fridge in her room is just for decoration apparently.
She stayed there the whole time too, just sipping her water dangerously slow as you both passed a joint back and forth. Your date tried offering her some as a way to ease the awkward tension, she rejected it with an "I dont smoke that shit."
It honestly was the worst date you ever experienced, and you didnt even get fucked. As you shut the door Vi looked pretty pleased with herself, powder blue eyes flashing that signature look of mischief. "Aw, she left so soon?" She puffs out her bottom lip in a mock pout as you stomp up to her, "What the fuck is your problem?"
"Dont have one." She shrugs in that signature nonchalance that is currently driving you up a wall. Youre staring up at her with murder in your eyes, and she has this look, like youre playing right into her trap. Theres a pregnant pause that grips the room, taking hold of you as your chest rises and falls.
"Vi, that was my last chance to get some." Youre honest, with her around its like having your own buff boxer chastity belt, one that bites when threatened and whose mouth is slick. For just a second you see her eyes soften into something that wasnt flirtatious, that didnt scream player; genuine regret.
"You dont need to be fucking anyone thats not me anyways." Its a hushed confessions shes not sure youve heard, but you did, you heard the want in her voice, the need of the admission. Her face is back to holding that signature smirk, like she needs to believe that you didnt hear her.
You dont say anything, instead you stare at her, eyes zooming over her form. The usually confident pink haired beauty has started to crumble, shifting her weight from leg to leg as she waits for a reply. A knowing smirk graces your features as you're filled with the feeling of accomplishment, "Whatever, Violet."
That night as you lay in your bed, staring at your shared wall, core aching and needy as you run through the days events. You missed being used, being filled, being desired. Your fingers ran themselves over your skin, cold touch turning you goose skinned. You knew she was probably awake, the faint sound of random videos being played alerted you to that fact.
A dangerous idea popped into your head as you reached into your bedside drawer, pulling out the little black bullet that has seen you through your worst and best days. 'If she wanted to cockblock you, you would just have to punish her.' You turn it a setting higher than youre used to, pressing it to your clit as the sudden vibration sent chills up your spin, enough to have you gasping.
You dont try to hide your whimpers, instead you lean your head against the wall, moaning like a pornstar. "Oh Vi," You call, voice desperate on purpose, calling for her to do something. You hear the sounds of a phone falling, and shifting of a bed, the rustle of some sheets. You're hoping its the sound of victory, the sounds of a woman who can no longer take it anymore coming to fix a problem she created.
Youre getting close, furiously moving the vibrator around on your puffy nub, rolling your hips to get more pleasure. You dont notice when she slowly opens your door, open hand pushing against the wood so silently all you can hear is the sounds of the vibration. She watches you while her leg bounces, restraint slowly crumbling.
"Fuck, princess." She moans as the last little bit of self respect seeps from her body, turning into the fuel she needs to push herself to the foot of her bed. She tries to get a closer look at your creamy pussy, even tries to taste it, instead shes met with a foot to her forehead, manicured toes stopping her from getting any further.
"Nu uh, you dont get ah- any." Your body arches as she gasps, "Pl-please." Shes breathless, eyes pleading with you to at least let her smell it. "Youve been such a bad girl. You dont get a reward~." Your smile is vicious, and youre sure shes about to pass out.
Her eyes are trained on every single contraction your cunt makes, every contort of your face, every chant that leaves your plump lips, she drinks it all up, frustrated tears falling from her blue eyes.
The pathetic look on her face and the feeling of finally getting revenge on your close friend all culminating to your climax hitting you all at once, your back arching off the bed as her names leaves your lips.
You sit up instantly, chest still heaving as your fingers dip into the mess of arousal and cum that seeps from your spent cunt. You bring them to her lips, offering a taste as she stares at them in silent contemplation.
In a heartbeat shes sucking them clean, tongue wrapping around them as if she's tasting the nectar of the sweetest fruit. Violet leaks groans as she keeps your arm steady, locking your wrist in place as not to waste a single drop. "God Vivi, youre so pathetic." She moans at the childhood nickname.
She lets your fingers go, a string of arousal connecting her mouth and your digits together. "Can I please fuck you now?" Her eyes are so desperate, begging, yet you ignore them. A smirk graces your beautiful face as the word she dreads rolls of your tongue. "No."
For the next few days she refuses to make eye contact with you, in fact she tries her best to avoid you all together. She stays in her room more often, barely coming out for anything that isnt food, her need for water never returning. You feel satisfied with yourself as you slump onto the couch, kicking off your work clothes and resting in nothing but your panties, bra long forgotten on the side of the couch.
Youre back to being the alpha of the house, and hopefully she learned not to cockblock you ever again. Your eyes drift to the small baggie of weed left on your coffee table, something you hadnt noticed since your hookup all but raced out of here the week prior. "Couldnt hurt." You mumbled to yourself, rolling the weed into a joint before lighting it.
You take a hit, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling it softly. "Fuck, s'good." You giggle with a little shake, the fast acting effects of the weed start to take hold of you, move you, fill you with the easiness that only the skunky plant could.
By time Vi slinks through the door you had been asleep for at least two hours, snoring softly as you lay face down on the couch. The joint had fizzled out in the ashtray, and some movie she didnt recognized played in the background.
You looked so pretty all vulnerable, not knowing that your roommate was slowing stalking around you, staring at your sweat soaked pussy that swallowed the strings of your g-string thong. She sat next to you, kicking off her boots as her rough fingers gently pulled your panties to the side, sliding in between your folds to locate your clit.
Shes started rubbing small messy circles once she found it, eyes trained on your sleeping form as you twitch in your sleep. "Such a cutie." She whispers and she can no longer restrain herself, licking her fingers to lubricate them before placing two into your hole. You let out a small moan, not enough to wake you, but enough for your body to become aware.
"Gonna fuck you real good princess. Its what you deserve." She whispers in your ear as her fingers keep curling inside you, the pace getting harsher. "Vivi?"Your voice is hoarse, from sleep or the weed, she cant tell--nor does she honestly care. "Mhm?" Her fingers speed up, drawing all sleepiness from your body as you melt into the feeling of her working you over.
"Fuck Vi, hold on." You try to wiggle but she uses her body weight against you, pressing into you to keep you still. "Take it like a good girl baby. After all that teasing, this is what you deserve." Its a petty revenge tactic, still you have to commend her tenacity.
" 'M gonna cum!" Its choked, a mixture of a moan and a whimper fighting for dominance in your throat. "Do it. I want your cum all over my fucking fingers." She rams into you, quick enough for your cum to coat them, and for her to not even notice.
You breathe thinking its over, as your guard lowers, your ears hear the tell-tale sound of a belt being undone, and familiar feeling of leather wrapping around your wrists. She pulls it tight, tight enough so you cant break free, not tight enough to leave you in pain.
Vi flips you onto your back, tied hands pressing flush against your skin. "I wanna see your face when you cum for me again." Her thumb dips into your mouth, instinctively you start to suck, twirling your wet muscle against it.
The feeling of your trusty vibrator turned to its highest setting being placed on your clit while Vi shoves the whole of her red strap straight into your begging hole, is enough to send strong shock waves through your body, eyes rolling back as you try to close your thighs.
"Fucking take it." She growls as she hammers her cock into your sobbing cunt, your arousal leaking out of you right onto the couch. Youre shaking as your second orgasm rips through you, but she doesnt stop, instead she thrusts harder, deeper, like shes trying to scramble your thoughts.
"Ohh my gawdd~" Your eyes are still stationed at the back of your head, body arching into her touch as Vi grips your hips with such force youre sure you'll have marks tomorrow. She pushes your legs up and to your chest, her hips never faltering.
"Cant believe you were giving this pussy to a bunch of losers." A third orgasm comes and goes, further adding to your mind turning to mush. "You gonna keep giving my pussy away? Huh? Answer me slut."
Her large hand grips your face pulling you to look at her, "N-No-No." You stammer words caught in every moan that leaves your fucked out form. "Good~. Youre such a pretty girl when you submit." Your forth climax is quickly approaching and youre not sure how much more of her killer pace you can take.
"I-I cant take it!" Overstimulated and fucked out tears spew from your eyes, soaking your cheeks in evidence of her powerful hold on you. "Tell me this cunt is mine, and Ill let you cum." She slows her pace finally, still the tip of her dick keeps hitting that special spot inside of you. "Its all yours Vi." It comes out pathetic, like you were praying she would say that.
She smirks as she pulls out once, before slamming back into you. "Who do you belong to?" She fucks like shes trying to prove something, to you or to herself youre not really sure. "You...Vi. Im all yours." With one last dagger of her hips, bottoming out inside of you, youre coating her strap white with your cum.
She moves the bullet first, giving you a few good strokes before she lets the silicon cock fall from your tight cunt. She lets you catch your breath for a moment before she pecks your lips slowly, like shes testing the waters, as if she wasnt in your guts two seconds ago. You melt into the kiss, tongue licking at her bottom lip before pulling away.
"Sorry for cockblocking you, just couldnt stand the thought of anyone else having you." She pulls you into her lap, rubbing soft semi-circles along your back. "I've never been fucked like that, so consider us even." You chuckle placing kisses along her neck. "Just know, now its your responsibility to keep me satisfied, like a good roomie would."
