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vi loves using your mouth to unwind after a long night of pit fighting.
she’s exhausted, knuckles split and bloodied, bruises blooming on her jaw and across her torso, but the desire to clamber into bed and pass out escapes her when she sees you on her mattress.
peering up at her from beneath your lashes, you don’t need to say a word - your unbridled want is painted into every feature of your face, every curve of your lips and every wrinkle between your brows. vi kicks off her boots and stalks across the room to you, running a filthy hand through her sweat-damp onyx hair.
“stayed up waiting for me, huh?” vi rasps, her voice hoarse. she meticulously unravels the cloth wrapped taut around her hands, crimson-soaked from both her opponents’ blood and her own. you watch with bated breath, both mesmerized and horrified by the implication of violence. but you want her anyway - you always do. your thighs press together on the mattress, searching for any potential friction between your legs.
“i…want to taste you,” you admit to vi, watching the way her expression changes at your words. her eyes dilate, pupils expanding. a smile ghosts over her lips.
“dirty girl,” she whispers, reaching out to clasp her now-bare hand on the back of your neck. she leans over to smother you with a kiss, all tongue and teeth, reeking of sweat and blood and liquor. the scent on her is intoxicating - you moan into vi’s mouth as her tongue laves over yours, eyes rolling back beneath fluttering lids.
the familiar sound of vi’s belt unbuckling is a kind of music you’ll never tire of. you break away from the kiss to watch her work her pants down her thighs, revealing the cuts and bruises that mar her skin in various stages of healing. now bare aside from the cloth binding wrapped tight around her chest, vi climbs onto the mattress, her knees on either side of your frame. she fixes you with a sultry look that only makes the sticky mess between your legs even wetter.
“you wanted to taste me, yeah?” she smirks at you, thumb and index finger pinching your chin as she forces your gaze onto hers. you nod, teeth grazing your lower lip.
“then what are you waiting for, doll?”
vi climbs off you and sinks into the mattress on her back, strong thighs parting to reveal the thick curls at her center. you can smell her, heady and sweet, and the scent alone makes you dizzy with need. your mouth waters.
though you’re on a filthy mattress with stained, long-since-washed sheets, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and dirty clothes in crumpled piles, going down on vi feels pure as an act of religious zeal. sacred, holy. you pepper kisses over the muscles of her thighs, lips pressing to wounds old and new, silvery scars and purple-green bruises. vi grunts in approval when you suck a fresh bruise onto her inner thigh, one of the only spots in her body where she’s soft and pliable rather than solid and muscular.
and when you part your lips to lick a slow, indulgent path through vi’s glistening pink folds, the taste of her drives you completely and irreversibly mad.
it’s not as though this is your first time eating her out - you’ve done it more times than you can count on both hands. but every time, the flavor of the arousal that leaks slick and sticky from vi’s cunt makes your brain short-circuit and your belly swirl with desire. and, admittedly, you like it when she hasn’t bathed in a while, when she’s been sweaty and bloody all night long. you can taste the evening on her - the aggression, the spent energy.
you lap at vi’s cunt slowly at first, getting her acclimated. her muscles tense with every swipe of your tongue and the sounds she makes are nothing short of heavenly.
“that’s it, baby,” vi mutters under her breath. your eyes flick up to her face to find her already looking down at you, pupils blown. a crooked smile tugs at her lips as she rocks her hips against your mouth, grinding her clit right up against the wet muscle of your tongue.
truth be told, you’d let her ride your face until you suffocate - it’d be a fine way to die, vi’s cum the last taste on your lips.
instead, though, you circle your tongue around her clit, prodding at the sensitive bud until you hear vi unleash a particularly strangled moan. her hand reaches for your hair, settling on the back of your head with just enough force to ensure you’re not going anywhere.
vi’s slick drips down your chin, wets the tip of your nose. you smell and taste and feel her everywhere - she’s all you can focus on as you devour her within an inch of her life, moaning into her heat when her thighs close around the sides of your head and squeeze.
“close,” she warns, voice weak. she curses under her breath, digs her nails into the soft flesh at the back of your neck. “so fucking close, fuck, right there…”
her thighs tense against the sides of your head, and you can hardly breathe like this, squished between her muscular legs with your mouth latched to vi’s clit. but you really don’t care - all you’re worried about right now is bringing vi to her peak, which hurtles closer and closer by the second, evidenced by the twitching of her cunt and the relentless squeeze of her thighs. you slurp and suck at her cunt, continuing the relentless attention to her clit until you finally hear the telltale sign of vi’s orgasm - a single strangled gasp, followed by a drawn-out, ragged moan.
she says your name once, twice, holding you captive between her muscular thighs, her cunt grinding down against your mouth to ride out every last wave of her orgasm. and when she’s done, half-moon circles imprinted in your skin from the blunt ends of her nails in your neck, you’re dizzy with lack of oxygen as you loll your head against her inner thigh.
your vision’s a bit spotty, lungs burning. but you smile up at vi when you catch her staring at you, eyes bleary in her post-orgasmic haze.
“mm,” vi moans, satiated. she rubs your shoulder with her calloused, bloodied hand, and you lean into her touch.
you’re sure she’s done for the night, utterly drained from round after round of pit-fighting and an orgasm to boot. so when vi sits up and manhandles you onto your stomach on the bed, ripping your underwear down your thighs hastily, you can’t help the surprised squeal that leaves your lips.
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october 24th: choking - pitfighter!vi x fem!reader
bandaged hands wandered your bare body. the rough fabric scratching your skin. vi hooked your hands under the back of your knees, and spread your legs putting your soaked core on display.
“look how wet you are.” she let her tongue loll out to drag through your folds stealing a taste.
“v-vi.”
“god, you taste good.” her lips trailed up your body, and her fingers took over sliding through your slick folds before pushing in. your walls wrapped warmth around her fingers, and your back arched.
“you take my fingers so well.” she whispers, and you whine in response. her free hand dances around your neck before enclosing around it. your breath catches in your throat.
vi watched your face morph from surprise to pleasure as she feels you clench around her fingers.
“you like that? me having your breath in my hands.” her grip got tighter.
“uh huh.” was all you could get out. your heart beat picked up slightly, and your hips bucking with a whine when her speed increased making the palm of her hand hit heavy against your clit. little ahs filter out of you. vi, dropped her head to leave kisses over your breast that’s turned into bites.
“gonna mark you up so everyone knows your mine.” she smiled against your skin before sucking hickeys all over your chest. it was messy, the sound vi’s fingers plunging in and out of you wet heat, the slick spreading across your inner thighs. it’s when she curled her fingers up that your eyes rolled back, and your jaw dropped.
“f-fuck, vi!” you moaned, strained.
she looked up at you, gray eyes looking brighter against her dark makeup. “close, baby?” she released her grip on your neck a little.
“so close.” you pouted. vi cooed, and tighten her grip again. she sat back on her heels towering over you. instinctively you lifted your feet up to rest on her thighs, her fingers fucking you at a deep angle now.
“want to come all over my fingers?” she asked, and you nodded to the best of your ability. hands coming up to hold her wrist. vi placed her thumb over your clit and flicked back and forth. your legs shook, and your cunt clenched around her. whiny cries and little moans, bounced off of the walls. you were so close.
“give it to me, pretty girl, come for me.”
your back went up in an arched, and your mouth fell open with a silent cry. your orgasm coursing though you. the hand on your neck loosened, just resting there, while the fingers in your pussy continued to fuck you milking out every last drop of cum. vi removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue.
“o-oh.” you sighed, fingers finding her pink hair. she lapped at your cunt, smooth tongue cleaning you up until she was satisfied.
Ever since that night at the bar, things between you and Vi had been... tense, to say the least.
WC : 3.953
CONTAINS : Fem!Reader. Reader's skin is snot described, but does have hair and wears a skirt. Some fluff. FWB, along with mutual pining. Smut. Fingering (Reader Receiving). Slight man-handling. Reader gets jealous.
A/N : I started writing this a few days ago and by the second paragraph i was like lol I don't want to do this watch this be only 1k words 🧍🏽♀️anyway pretty happy with this, im trying to write more of like. What the characters are thinking and not just Every Single Thing They're Doing so we'll see how this goes. Thanks for reading <3.
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Like usual, Vi had won her fight, shortly reveling in the thrill of a victory and the pounding in her ears of the zaunites screaming her name before coming back to the bar for a quick victory drink and dragging you back to her place.
And like usual, you have sex; mind-numbing, wall-pounding, hot and messy sex that left you weak in the knees for hours after. But you noticed something different about it, something softer and almost contemplative in every touch she gave to your skin, every kiss she placed on your lips. Even when she slowly entered you with her strap-on, she looked at you, stared into your eyes in a way that almost had you nervous.
When you woke up the morning after, covered in bruises and still blissful after a night of passion, you found that you had snuggled up to Vi in your sleep without even realizing. It was a display of physical affection that either of you had yet to show each other, normally creating distance at the end of your sexual encounters to keep up the guise of only being good friends who occasionally rocked each other's worlds.
But after that night? Occasionally, having sex turned into ‘every time we hang out, one of us is ending up with their face between the other's thighs’, getting to the point where you had to recommend leaving a few of your clothes at her place to avoid having to travel back in sweated-out shirts every time you left her apartment.
It even got to the point where strangers in public had noticed your physical attraction, how Vi kept a hand in the back pocket of your jeans to ‘make sure no one tried to pickpocket you’, how you would casually wipe away the juices left behind after she devoured a plate at Jericho's stand, not to mention how you would whisper dirty jokes and promises into each others ears about what you wanted to do to each other later. But definitely all as a joke.
You could still remember the shocked reaction on both of your faces when a kindly old woman came up to you both ordering at a food stand and made a passing comment about how the two of you reminded her of her and her partner decades earlier, reminiscing on how obsessed they were with each and how she couldn't keep her hands off of them, either.
Both of you were silent after she left, ordering your food and eating it in silence. Too afraid to remark on her comments; to admit that whatever was going on between the two of you wasn't casual, it was something obvious to the people around you.
But, of course, you had to screw it up.
You weren't normally one for the clubs of the undercity; you weren't a fan of the constant shimmer usage and preferred to drink and find community with the seasoned people who littered the many bars in your area. But feeling comfortable with you and Vi's ability to not get too drunk on outings and happy with the relative success you both had found recently, you decided it couldn't hurt to go and let loose just for one night.
Not one of your brightest ideas.
The night started great, beginning with you and Vi changing into your club attire in your bedroom, and while you both got pretty handsy while doing so (and who could blame you when Vi decided to wear those tight black jeans that she knew drove you crazy), you were able to help each other with your makeup before heading through the streets of the undercity, Vi's hand glued to yours as she kept you close behind while traveling.
Once you stepped into the club, you were immediately hit with the pounding of the music and the smell of alcohol and dancing bodies, surrounded by fellow zaunties dancing and drinking the night away. You managed to find your way to the bar, getting a few starter shots for the two of you, and downing them with excited smiles.
You dragged Vi onto the dance floor, ignoring her fake protests and comments about how she'd rather watch you dance until you're both in the middle of the floor, dancing people all around you as you start to feel the rhythm and help Vi get into it. For just a few minutes, you both can take your minds off of all of your worries; your jobs, your families, every single problem fades into the background as you laugh and dance with each other into the night.
But of course, you can't keep your hands off of each other for too long, evident when you turn your body around to grind on Vi, the taller woman, grinning and instantly attaching her hands to your hips to help the movements on your hips. As hard as you try to spin it casually in your brain, that part of you deep inside is yearning for more. You've danced with plenty of friends like this at parties, but it's different with Vi, how she doesn't let your body cease contact with hers for even a few seconds, how her other hand wanders up your front until her palm is lightly wrapped around your neck and pulling you into her front.
“You're a damn tease, y'know that?” She whispers, just loud enough for you to hear her over the music but quiet enough for it to feel intimate, low enough for it to bring out that deep timbre in her voice that sends shivers down your spine.
“Mm, maybe.” You smile, spinning around until you're face-to-face so close that if you reached up just a bit, your lips would be on hers. “What're you gonna do about it?”
And you see it, that spark she gets in her eyes before she does something reckless and creates a mess that you'll complain about helping her fix, but will do so without a word. You notice her eyes darting down to your lips, and just before either of you can lean in to each other-
Someone bumps into your back and spills their drink, the cold liquid shocking you out of whatever it was that was happening between the two of you. They sputter out a string of apologies, likely scared of what your incredibly built pink-haired friend would do if she were too upset at the ruined moment.
“Hey, you need me to come with you? Wouldn't mind helping you out of that top.” Vi winks, much to the shock of the poor girl, who was probably expecting a screaming match after ruining your admittedly very cute top.
(A top that was really way too nice to wear out to drink and dance in, something you had saved up to buy for yourself as a treat. But when Vi saw you wearing it, her eyes were glued to your tits, abnormally stuttering over her words and telling you that you looked beautiful. After that, you decided to take the risk.)
You brushed Vi off, assuring her that you'd be fine to make a quick trip to the bathroom to clean off your shirt and that you'd be back in just a minute.
“Don’t have too much fun without me, angel. Or too many drinks.”
“I don’t think I could if I tried, baby.”
You leave her with a laugh and an extra sway in your hips as you maneuver your way through the sea of people until you've made it to the bathroom, ignoring the drunk crying girls and the familiar sounds of sex from one of the locked stalls as you use some tissue to wipe away the stains of alcohol from your shirt.
Once you've removed about as much of the stain as you can, you're just about ready to leave and return to Vi when you're stopped in your tracks by one of the drunk girls, weakly resting a hand on your shoulder and sniffling in your face.
“And, and you…are so pretty, Y'know?”
While slightly irritated, you politely smile at the girl, remembering all the times you had gotten too drunk in bars and cried in random people's faces about anything that crossed your mind.
“Thank you, hon. You're pretty too.”
“I know, but you're pretty and you seem so cool and… and you have a hot girlfriend.”
Janna above, not again. Sweet old ladies in the street were tolerable, but drunk girls in bars? This was hitting way too close to home. This… whatever it was between you and Vi was becoming way too obvious.
“She, she's not my girlfriend. We're just friends.”
“Yeah, right. I wish my friends looked at me the way that girl looks at you.”
Before you can rebut, another girl is stumbling into the bathroom and rolling her eyes, quickly apologizing for the drunk girl's behavior and gently dragging her out to sober her up.
Once she's gone to realize you're the last person in the bathroom, left staring at your reflection in the mirror as you contemplate everything that just happened. As your eyes drift over your figure, you feel your heart skipping when you notice her in every other thing about you - the fading hickey on your collarbone, the way you've done up your hair in a way that she once said made your neck look hot, the dip in your hips where she frequently rested her hands when she was tired.
As scared as it made you feel, it also felt so damn good to feel like this about her. You couldn't remember a time you found yourself happy to find that you’ve changed so much because of a person, let alone a time where all of those changes were for the better. After years of heartache and pain from different sources, familial, platonic, and romantic, you’d put up walls around your heart, determined to never let them fall and risk yet again facing a heartbreak that you knew would leave you jaded for good.
And Gods, did you want to tear all of them down for Vi. Vi, who was unlike any other person you'd met in your over two decades alive in the undercity. Vi, who was just as jaded and broken and hurt as you were, but still decided to reach out and let you in to her life, and gave you a sense of true friendship you hadn't felt in years.
Vi, who was funny and smart and beautiful and treated you like you were all of those things and more. The same Vi who you could no longer doubt you were absolutely in love with.
Your body is on autopilot as it carries you out of the bathroom, through the dance floor, until you're back at the spot you had left Vi in, only to find a crowd of different faces all around you. Figuring she'll pop up eventually, you manage to spot the bar and start to trek over when you see it.
Vi, who was currently leaning back on the bar and talking to a girl. A really pretty girl. A really pretty girl who is insanely close to Vi and looking at her like she wants to eat her alive.
You never considered yourself a jealous person; you weren't ever in a serious enough relationship for feelings of romantic envy to even appear. But now, standing in the middle of a club as the girl you just came to terms with the fact that you're infatuated with is talking and laughing with a girl who is very clearly interested in her, you realize that maybe now is the time that those feelings will appear.
You're quiet as you approach, deciding that making a scene would be admittedly entertaining but a little too embarrassing to get away with without an explanation. When you make it until you're only a few feet away. Vi perks up, smiling, almost giddy to see your return.
“There you are, baby. Was afraid your drink was gonna get warm.” Vi greeted, raising the drink she had ordered for you while in the bathroom and placing it in your hands.
“Mm, you trying to butter me up or something?”
“Think you already know the answer to that.”
“Uh, hello?”
The two of you are pulled out of your usual flirtatious banter by the girl sitting across from Vi, eyebrows raised in confusion about how you entered the conversation and seemed to replace her in a snap. Whoops.
“Oh yeah, this is Leila. Leila, this is Y/N. She's the friend I was telling you I came with.” Vi introduces. You politely raise your drink in greeting to the girl, noticing how her eyes squint a little too harshly at her smile.
“Just friends, huh? Then you wouldn't mind if we…” Leila's voice is sultry as she reaches over, sliding her hand up the leather of Vi's jacket and batting her lashes at the brawler. “Took this somewhere else?”
The look on Vi's face is nearly enough to make you burst out in laughter. It reminds you of those girls who threw themselves at her months ago, destined to be turned down and to spend days or weeks mourning the potential of a night of bliss with the beautiful butch. You think back to when Vi expressed that for most of those moments, she was simply too drunk to realize she wasn't accepting any advances, and a small hopeful part of you is hoping she's sober enough to reject it on her own.
And maybe, just maybe, you gave her a slight nudge, looking at Vi for her answer with questioning eyes and slightly leaning into her body, fingers toying with the distressed straws in her pants. You see her baby blues dart down to your hand for a second, how she lets out a long, slow breath before looking back to the girl with a steady smile.
“Actually, I think we're gonna call it a night soon.” Vi's hand comes up behind you and rests on the dip of your back, large fingers just ever so slightly threatening to dip below the fabric of your skirt. It takes everything in you jot to show any emotion as a result of her teasing, even harder when you see the dejected look on the girl's face.
“Well, if you say so. I'm sure one of these other girls will be hitting on you sooner or later anyway. Figured I'd get my shot in before the crowd.” Leila shrugs, wishing you both a curt goodbye before hopping off the barstool and walking back to where she came from.
Your gaze follows her as she leaves, and you see exactly what she's talking about: multiple women in the club all staring in your direction, all staring at Vi, like they want her to take them home and do whatever she wants to with them.
“Geez, looks like im the night's hot commodity, huh?” Vi chuckles, nudging you to get your attention back onto her.
“Don't get too full of yourself. The last thing the Lanes need is you going around showing a bunch of random women the best night of their lives and leaving them in the dust.”
“Glad you believe in my ability to change people's lives with just one night of sex so much.”
You want to focus on Vi, on how she's already over the girl that was just throwing herself at her, and a multitude of people in the club who are ready to do the same. Instead, you yet again make eye contact with a woman just a few feet behind Vi's back, whispering with a friend and looking down at the way Vi's hand is still glued to your back.
Damn it, you need to put a stop to this.
“Are you cold? I need your jacket.”
Vi blinks. “Uhm, no. I mean, yeah, yeah, you can wear it.” She slowly slides the garment off her back, giving you a brief glimpse of her tattoos revealed by her sleeveless shirt, before she motions for you to turn around, helping your arms through the holes until the leather fabric is sitting comfortably on your shoulders. For a second, you allow yourself to revel in feeling her jacket on your skin again, taking a quick and deep inhale so her familiar scent fills your nose.
“Y'know, you don't seem that cold to me, baby.” Vi breathes, bringing her hand around to brush over your stomach and gently push you back into her.
“I feel like you're accusing me of something, Vi.”
She scoffs, nails slightly digging into the skin of your sides as she turns you around to look you in the eyes.
“Think I know you well enough to know when you're lying to me, sweetheart.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You don't remember everything that happened after that. Maybe you leaned in a little too close, maybe she let her hand slip just a little too far down, but before you knew it, she was dragging you back to her place and throwing you on the bed, struggling to take off her pants.
You both giggle when she slightly trips out of them, quickly cut short when she rests herself between your legs and attaches her lips to yours, her scarred hands creeping up your thighs until she's slipping your skirt and panties down your legs.
You lift yourself a few inches to remove your top and the jacket when Vi is darting her hands out to stop you, a deeply aroused yet slightly frightened look crossing her features.
“I… I want you to keep it on.”
Your heart pounds so harshly you're afraid it'll beat out of your chest.
“Why? Tell me why, Violet.”
She murmurs a soft ‘shit’ under her breath, always vulnerable when you use her full name against her. She's silent after the question, thinking over something in her head.
“Vi-”
“I want you.” She spurts, the words coming in a rush like it would ache for him to hold them in any longer. “I've been trying not to because I don't wanna lose you, but I do. I can't pretend that I don't anymore.”
You can feel tears building up in your waterline, and you use every bit of might you have to force them down, not wanting to miss this moment for anything. For a second, you worry that you had drunk too much at the bar, that this was an alcohol induced haze, and in reality, you had passed out in a depressed slump at the bar. But everything was too real, down to the smell of beer still on her jacket and the feeling of her fingertips still grazing your thighs.
“If you don’t want me, don’t want all of me, then just tell me and I'll stop. But,” Vi tested, dropping her head down to rest it against yours. “If you do, just say it and I'll take you. All of you as you are. And I won't let go.”
The ensuing phrases you bleat are a jumble of words, rushed cries of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ that end once Vi darts down to kiss you, too eager to finally have you as she's wished to for weeks.
Her moans are rich and needy when she spreads your legs again and drags her fingers through your slick, rubbing swiftly over your clit before plunging two of her thick digits inside of your heat.
“Oh, God's, Vi-”
“That's it, give it all to me, baby.” Vi groans, never taking her eyes off of your body as she takes you apart beneath her. She crooks her fingers up every so often to see how your back arches for her, and rubs her thumb over your clit until she can draw out those sweet airy moans that drive her crazy.
You're too overwhelmed with pleasure to see her start to contemplate, a nagging feeling in the back of her head telling her something is missing. Suddenly, she's tugging her fingers out of you, pinching the meat of your thigh when you whine at the loss of fullness, and flipping you over with ease.
Then she's arching your back, plunging her fingers back into your hole, and staring in awe at the way your ass ripples with her thrusts and the design of her jacket spreads across your back.
“Look so damn good in my jacket, y'know that? Makes it look like you're all fuckin mine.”
“Am- Fuck, I am yours, Vi,” You cry, almost embarrassed at the neediness in your tone. Any feelings of shame are forced out of you when Vi groans before thrusting her fingers even faster, dipping her head to make sure her noises are heard right by your ear.
You both feel your walls clamping down, how your pussy starts to gush in the telltale signs of your orgasm. Desperate, you start to thrust your hips back even harder against Vi, unaware of the loud ‘plap! plap! plap!’ noises it makes. You finally come with a drawn-out shout when Vi rubs at your clit with a fury, her own moans ringing in your brain as she grunts out endless praises for you.
When it ends, you're left panting and sweaty, plopping down onto the bed after Vi slowly removes her fingers from inside you to suck off what remains of you. She's quick as ever to start aftercare as she slips her jacket and your top off your torso and fetches a wet rag to wipe down your body.
The entire time she's silently taking care of you, you're stuck in a lovestruck trance as you watch her care for you, feeling the familiar bubbles of infatuation moving through your chest. You can't help but bite your lip when she ends her cleaning and meets your gaze, raising your hand up to her lips so she can press soft kisses across your knuckles and up your arm.
“How long have you had feelings for me?” You ask, voice breathy when she playfully nips at a sensitive spot on your neck.
“Think it started after the 5th time you helped me when I was hungover.”
“Oh, stop it, that was after we knew each other for what, two months?”
“What can I say, beautiful women randomly popping up in my life is my weakness.”
She cuts off any other comments you can make when she presses her scarred lips back to yours. It's not lustful or hiding secrets like the kisses you've shared in the past, no. It's purely an act of love the two of you share, a silent promise to stick by the other's side no matter what lies ahead.
When you fall asleep in her arms, you get the best sleep you've had in months, ready to end your nights like this for the rest of your life.
imagine pitfighter!vi who makes her opponents swallow their pride and prepare to accept defeat when coming across her, no one dares to look her in the eye. that's just who vi is, but when she comes home to you and you're patching her up, taking care of her wounds and cuts, she struggles to bite down her wails. she struggles to sit still,
vi struggles to act tough in front of you.
you find it quite endearing, zaun's most feared pitfighter turns to wobbly pudding once you cup her face and stroke her cheek.
"good job," you say as you plant a kiss on her forehead. two words, and two words only are enough to make her squeeze her thighs together and sack her whole body into the bed.
"you're hot, cutie," she whispers, trying to play off the fact that you just made her pussy throb, so she glides her hands up your body and stops at your hips, in hopes to affect you.
"me taking care of you is hot?" you chuckle. vi nods, trying to hold up her tough act. but the second you catch a glimpse of her flushed face and puppy eyes looking at you, a beast unleashes inside you.
vi is a whimpering mess when you glide over her pulsating clit and play with the slick that's been gushing out of her. she looks so pretty gripping the sheets, vi looks so pretty underneath you. her back arches into your chest and she bucks her hips, "please," she begs. she wanted you bad, so bad that she starts to grind her cunt against the palm of your hand, wild grinding smearing her slick all over down your forearm, vi is desperate, her hole is aching for you. so you give in, how could you not when her pussy was glistening that pretty and she was moaning so desperately for you?
her chest raises against yours, she's whimpering into your neck as you slide in two fingers, she's already clenching around you. vi is looking through her lashes at you, eyes threatening to roll far back. "i won't let you cum yet." you pull out and trail kisses down her neck.
not yet? vi tangles her fingers in your hair and pulls you back up, nipples brushing against yours. she usually doesn't like using her body strength with you, but vi is aching for you, her cunt is pulsating for you to fuck her. so she gazes at you, eyes flickering between yours and your lips, full of surprises, you think to yourself. next thing you know she's devouring you, sloppy kisses and saliva trails when she stops to take a breath.
"please make me cum," vi begs, she's out of breath, still holding the back of your head. you catch a glimpse of a sly grin plastering her face as she nestles her nose into your neck. "please," she whispers once again, vi knew exactly how to get you weak. you scoff-laugh in response, kissing your way down town.
"don't beg me to stop then." you're in between her thighs as you look up to her and blow hot air onto her glistening clit. her hands immediately reach back, tugging on your hair and squeezes your head. you're not even doing anything but she's huffing and puffing, high-pitched noises escaping her pretty mouth, just how you like it, just how you like her.
vi might be the toughest pitfighter out there, but she's your pretty doll underneath you.
imagine pitfighter!vi's girlfriend being a pole dancer. everyone knows who your girlfriend is, so pretty much nobody is gonna touch you without permission or anything like that while you're doing your thing. only exception is when they have a death wish, cause vi's not gonna hold back. that woman is straight up putting that person in the grave. but to you? oh, she's the sweetest ever. always picking you up from work, dropping you off, making sure to bring you inside and that you're fine. at home too, the most caring and loving person you've ever met. and she absolutely loves watching you practice on the pole in your shared home, that even has a separate room with couches surrounding it. the couches have two purposes; one, letting vi comfortably sit while her eyes never leave you, two, she doesn't have to fuck you on the ground after a 'training session'...
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you couldn't answer honestly if someone asked what lead you to where you are now
you couldn't say hatred, because you loved every moment of your "relationship"
you couldn't say love, because you knew now that vi never loved you
maybe you could say fate, but you didn't think that was entirety true either
you truly had no idea what drew you to vi
she was cold, harsh, and overall mean
polar opposite to you, who people described as a literal ray of sunshine.
you had seen her first when a friend of yours told you he wanted to go down and watch the fights in zaun
you were incredibly hesitant at first, which he expected. but he had spent days wearing you down, asking incessantly,
eventually, you obliged, of course. you worked to make your friends happy above all else
you had just stepped in when you saw her
she was dressed in deep reds and black, bandages covering her chest and arms
she wore her hair short, and badly dyed. the black barely covered her hair and let random splotches of pink show through
your friend had made a comment about it, saying she looked like she'd been through hell
you agreed, as anyone would. but you felt yourself drawn to her, her past, her future, just her
what could she have gone through to have that look in her eye?
you longed from the moment you saw her to ask her about it,
to be the person she told everything to
something about her drew you in, you couldn't help yourself
you watched her with a certain intensity,
grimacing with every punch she took and cheering for every punch she threw
she had been winning her current fight, nearly knocking out a man twice her size
the crowd was chanting her name as she brought her fists up to throw the final punch
she glanced over her opponents shoulder,
eyes scanning the crowd, she felt a sense of pride she hadn't felt since she had been with caitlyn
that was, until she locked eyes with you
you saw the moment her eyes went wide and her confident grin faltered
and unfortunately, you were the last thing she saw before taking a punch straight to the nose
vi stumbled back, quickly trying to regain the upper hand in the match
but she knew it was too late, her focus had broken
it only took a few more strikes until vi was on the ground, the crowd mixed with gasps and "boo"s
the man who had beat her cheered, rallying up the crowd while she held her gushing nose
she had to be dragged out so she didn't go brutalize the man who made her look like a fool
you longed to go sit with her, to comfort her and clean her wounds
but you were in the stands, watching her
and she was sitting outside the ring, trying her best to ignore your burning gaze
after the fights, your friend had dragged you out to some bar down the road,
he had only gotten two drinks in before he left to go talk to a girl who was "giving him looks"
so you stayed at the bar
you sipped on some fruity drink, trying to conjure back an image of the fighter, vi, you had seen less then an hour earlier
it was confusing to you how much you thought about her,
even though you had never spoken a word
you never expected to look over and see her settling down onto a barstool,
and you definitely never expected her to look directly over at you
her eyes narrowed and she let out a quick sigh before stepping up and moving to the seat next to you
you felt your breathing pick up as you looked over at her, meeting her incredibly intense gaze
she looked you up and down, taking a long sip of her strong-smelling drink
"what are you doing here?"
you were taken aback by her question, wondering if you really stood out as someone out of their habitat
"i- drinking, i guess?" you lightly scoffed, catching the smallest smirk dance onto vi's face
she nodded slowly, again looking you up and down in a way that made your cheeks flush
you felt incredibly warm under her gaze, wanting so badly to know every detail of what she was thinking
"you did good tonight, i've never seen anything like it" you spoke gently, in a way that left a heat in her stomach
"it is my job, sunshine" her eyes scanned you yet again, catching the way your face lit up at her nickname
you tried to fien annoyance as you turned to face the woman next to you, tilting your head slightly at the haphazard bandages placed on her nose
"you should let me look at that," you gestured to her face "it looks broken"
she eyed you up and down before shrugging and leaning forward, her voice seeming apathetic "go for it"
you reached forward, gently peeling away the bandages to reveal her bruised, crooked nose
you failed to hide the shock on your face as you scooted closer to her and laid your finger on the bridge of her nose
vi barely made a face when you tapped her nose, and you tilted your head, asking her if it hurt
"shit hurt more when it broke" you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully at her sarcasm,
you backed away from the beaten woman, finishing your improptu examination
you informed her of the chances of it healing a little crooked if she didn't keep it taped, and went back to sipping on your drink, making small talk with vi
a couple hours had passed before she finally called the bartender over for her check,
vi quickly wrote something on her receipt, slipping it over to you as she whispered in your ear
"come find me if you want to play doctor."
and just as quickly as you'd met her, vi was gone
you felt your face heat up as you picked up the receipt, looking down at it to find an address written on the tip line
without a second thought, you had picked up your purse and made a break for the door, stepping around drunk men and giggling women
you had walked quickly, seeing the address was down the street in an apartment
the door swung open almost immediately after you stepped up to it, and you saw vi standing there, waiting
you both looked at each other for a moment, before you moved towards vi, locking your lips against hers and slamming the door shut behind you
your lips met hers with an intensity you hadn't expected, and you were unsurprised to find vi desperately trying to take the lead
both of you found vigorously for dominance, knocking over chairs and tripping on rugs as you rushed back to her room
pitfighter!vi who regularly crashes your place looking for solace after some particularly hard fights.
she comes around every so often even though you two aren’t together anymore, and haven’t been for awhile, she knows you’d never turn her away. how could you when she sat at your window pane in nothing but her leather jacket and bandages covered in cuts and bruises.
“violet?” one would think you’ve grown use to her breaking in, but with what the lanes was turning into you could never be to careful. “what are you doing here?” you dropped the bat in you hand.
“need you’re help.”
hisses and curses fall from vi’s lips as you press cotton balls soaked with alcohol into the nasty cut on her cheek. “jesus vi. how many fights did you do tonight.” you said under your breath. “just a few.” she grunted through clenched teeth.
you knew it more than just few, it was always more than just a few.
you scoffed, shaking your head and picking up what you used to clean her wounds with. “you’re gonna die in pit one day violet.” you said softly, your sleepy eyes looked into her exhaustion ones. you left vi alone in the your living room.
she looked around at your tiny apartment that always seemed to look different whenever she came over. but what never changed was the crappy wooden sculpture she made you years ago. that always sat unmoving in the same place.
you came back carrying a warm bucket of water and wash cloth. you settled down next to vi and held her chin in your hand. “what are you-” you cut her off. “i’m cleaning this shit off your face.” she jumped a little when the warm cloth swiped over her cheek. “looks like you’ve been playing in oil.” vi couldn’t help but chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound that seemed so rare to hear nowadays.
the water was warm and the cloth was soft against vi’s face as you gently wiped away the dark, black makeup. more and more she started to look like the vi you grew up with again.
“there,” you whispered, your thumb stroking her face tattoo. “all clean.” you moved to drop your hand and vi caught it by your wrist. she could feel your pulse fluttering under her fingers. your breath hitched when vi’s nose brushed against yours. “violet.” you squeezed your eyes shut trying to restrain yourself.
“please.” you could feel the word on your lips. “just this once.” you let out a stressed sigh, because you knew it wouldn’t be once but you were much to weak to deny her. “ok.”
vi pulled you in to a kiss that tasted like cheap alcohol. you let yourself get lost in her, get lost in the events that will leave heart broken when you woken up the next morning without her.
