#reader x vi

Rooming with Vi was not what you had expected, from looks alone you had assumed the athletic girl would be messy, loud and rowdy. But she wasn't. Not at all. When you first arrived and heard you, an art student, were being paired to dorm in a room with an athlete, you almost decided not to go.

But thank god you did.

Because this girl was the hottest butch you had ever seen in your life, not only did it make you little lesbian heart happy, she made your stomach AND pussy flutter each time she looked at you. And Vi was a sweetheart. Always offering to clean up the room even if you had left it a mess, offering to throw you laundry in with hers, even though she only had half a basket, she noticed when yours was piling up.

So when you developed a little... well it wasn't a little it was huge, a big fat crush on Vi. You didn't know how to handle it, so, you did what you did best. You drew her. Over and over again. Until you had two notebooks full of sketches that were ALL Vi.

~~~~~

Vi being the sweetheart that she was, decided to clean up your side of the dorm room while you were out. Picking up and folding all your clothes, tidying away all the random things you owned, making your bed. And most of all, your trusted art supplies. When she accidently knocked your notepad off the bed and it landed with the pages open, she did NOT expect to see a sketch of her. Flipping the pages, all she saw was her face again and again...

"Vi I'm back and I brought us Thai food- shit." You stumble, coming to a halt when you see Vi sat on your bed, looking through your notepad. You could have been mad and shouted at her, but when you noticed she'd practically tidied your whole space, you couldn't bring yourself too. "These are really good."

Vi lifts the notepad, finally meeting your eyes. "Though you could've picked a better subject. I'm pretty boring." She chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, her cheeks flushed slightly red.

"Well... your always here, it was easier to draw you." Lie. You couldn't stop drawing her that was the problem. You walk in and sit on your bed, opening up the containers of Thai food. "Come on let's eat."

Vi settles back on the bed and puts your notepad down, digging into the food with you. For a while you sit in... relative silence until Vi breaks it. "I noticed you only draw me sat in this room, maybe I look better in different lighting."

You look at her as if she'd grown 3 heads. How in the world couldn't she see how hot she was? "Then you should come down to the studio and be my subject. If you have time..."

Vi always had time for you.

~~~~~

Sitting on a stool with a full white backdrop, her red hair stood out beautifully, her muscles on display in that white tank top she loves so much. One leg was perched up on the foot bar of the stool, the other on the ground, her hands covering her crotch. She wore baggy black jeans that tightened perfectly around her juicy ass, not that you were looking when she walked in...

"So I just... sit here?" Vi asked almost bored. So she start to play with her carabiner that was hooked onto her belt loop.

"Yes, just stay like that." Your eyes flick between her and your notepad as you sketch her, changing pencils every now and then.

"God art is so... borning. No offense, but I couldn't just sit still for hours." Vi blushed slightly, realising it might come across a little offensive.

"That's why you play sports right?" You raise an eyebrow teasingly, as you look her over once more before dropping your gaze back to your sketch.

"Uh huh, always gotta be doing something with my hands, and honestly my mouth I don't shut up. I could never be an artist." Vi shrugged, shifing slightly on the stool, her ass was starting to get numb she'd been sat there for 30 minutes already. "I could give that mouth something to do- oh my god forget I said that."

You look down, tugging the skin off your bottom lip. Why the fuck did you say that? It was only made worse when you heard Vi break out into laughter. Looking up you see her stand up and start walking towards you. "I think... I like where your brain was headed..." she reached you and took the pencil and notepad from you, placing them on the desk.

"I think that we shouldn't do this-" you were silenced when Vi lifted you onto the desk like you weighed nothing, taking a seat in your original chair. "What are you doing Vi?.."

"Shutting up."

~~~~~

"God you taste like heaven... I might never stop..." Vi mumbled into your cunt as she lapped up your juices, swirling her tongue around your clit.

Your hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, further into your soaking pussy as she ate you out right there. "Vi... you already m-made me cum twice- fuck..." your back arches when she stuffs two long fingers into your needy hole, curing them upwards to hit that special spot.

"And I'll keep going until you can't cum anymore baby..." she sucks your clit between her lips, your slick dripping down her chin as she kept going, alternating between licking and sucking on the sensitive nub.

"Vi I'm- oh god I'm gonna cum again..." she adds a third finger, curing them upwards and timing her thrusts perfectly with her licks until your gushing over her face for the third time.

"Good girl... give it all to me baby." Vi cleans you up wih her tongue, licking up and down your slit, parting your folds as her drinks down your release. Pushing her head away you sit up, looking down at her.

"Let me look after you now... it's only fair-"

"No. Your my pillow princess baby, be a good girl and lie back down okay? I'm gonna make you feel so good..." she kisses your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your pussy again.

"But Vi you need to feel good too, it's not fair..." you protest, pouting at her. If anything, you pout would get you what you wanted and you knew it. "That's unfair you little tease you know I can't say no to that pout..."

Vi stood up and clumsily unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans, pushing them down until she was in just her boxers and tank top. "Top too... I wanna see your muscles." You whine, and because Vi can't say no to her princess, she complies, pulling it off to reveal her perky tits and peirced nipples. "Fuck Vi... your not supposed to be able to get hotter."

You sit yourself up on your elbows, watching as she nearly topples over getting out of her soaked boxers. "What can I say? I'm naturally this way princess."

You giggle as she does the goofiest little spin, biting down on your bottom lips when you get a very clear very of her ass. "Fuck... Vi I need you-"

"Shhh.. I've got you princess shuffle back a bit." You shuffle back until your lay full on the table, Vi climbs up, hoisting one of your thighs over hers as she shuffles closer until her pink bush and puffy folds are right above your own soaking wet cunt. "Vi please..."

With one swift motion she grinds down, your clits bumping together you buck up into her. "Fuck that's it princess... good girl." Her hips rock back and fourth, making you moan over and over as her larger, harder clit glides over your already oversensitive one. "Vi... I'm not gonna last long... oh god..."

You could feel the slight roughness of her pink bush, which only heightened your arousal, soaking your cunt more if that was possible. "Don't hold back princess give it to me come on..." Vi moaned wih you, her juices mixing with yours creating an obscene wet squelch each time her hips grind down.

"Faster... Vi faster please..." your hips buck up to meet hers as you hump eachother, your nails biting into her biceps, sure to leave a mark.

"Good girl there we go... let go baby..." Vi grunts into your ear, breathing heavy as she holds back, the minute you pussy touched hers she nearly came. But she had to make you finish first.

It didn't take long, after a few more perfectly aimed thrusts and hip bucks the pressure in your spine spread and tingle throughout your whole body as you let go. "Fuck fuck fuuuuck Vi oh my god!!" Your back arches as you squirm beneath her, and that sight alone paired with the feeling of you gushing over her cunt triggers her own orgasm.

"Fuck your so beautiful princess... fuck..." Vi bites gently on your shoulder as she humps into you, riding out her own orgasm. The whole time ypur both coming down she holds you firmly in her arms, whispering small praises and compliments in your ear.

After a while she sits up, helping you upa nd back into your clothes, except your panties. "Vi, you can't keep those they're victoria secret!" You giggle when she clips the to her carabiner, skipping around the studio like they're her personal trophy. "Why not? It's like the perfect accessory!"

You shake your head and tidy up your art supplies, to which Vi carried your bag, claiming it was too heavy for a princess like you to carry. "What? Is pizza on you too tonight?" You ask ashe takes your hand, leading you both back to the dorms. "Anything for my princess."

Yeah... you weren't letting her go anytime soon.

a gentleman. almost every girl in the world wanted one, and you were just lucky enough to have your own—violet lane.

she opened doors for you, was gentle with kids, good with animals, paid for your dates, and on top of all of that she was hot. as for you, you usually followed along with all of this because who wouldn't?

usually.

january fourteenth was the day of your date, and you and vi were in the car, headed to the mall. her sister's new single "get jinxed" played faintly on the local radio as she drove, her fingers tapping along the wheel in sync with the beat as she pulled into the parking lot.

the car slowed to a halt and she killed the engine, it sputtering a little before finally dying as she checked her hair and jacket then got out of the car.

this is the part where usually really meant usually and not always.

while she quickly made her way to the other side of the car to open your door, you opened it yourself, stepping out and ignoring the look on her face.

"you didn't have t' open it baby," she chuckled and scratched her neck, smiling to hide her frustration.

"oh! gosh, I'm sorry vi, I forgot," you smiled, taking her hand and squeezing it as an apology.

she hummed in response and kept walking with you.

this was gonna be a thing, she thought.

you proved her right as you went about your day. victoria's secret? you tried to carry all of your bags before she took them against your will. the food court? you actually tried to pay for yourself with your own money. evil, right? the crimes kept steadily stacking until eventually she couldn't take it anymore when you opened your own door on the way into some store.

"we're leaving."

you turned around quickly, feigning surprise as you twisted your features into a frown.

"w—what? why? we haven't finished shopping," you complained as she took your hand and borderline dragged you back to the car.

"you know why, you know damn well why."

"I didn't get to buy those earrings," you mumbled more to yourself than her.

you weren't sure what gave you the idea, but you decided one last time wouldn't hurt. your hand reached to open the passenger door and then skin met skin as she slapped it away, face shifting into a grimace as she opened it for you.

"violet!" you whined as she rubbed a few quick circles to the bundle of nerves between your thighs.

by the time you even fully comprehended what was going on, she'd locked the door and you were completely naked in the bedroom, completely bare for her to touch.

she ignored you, sinking to her knees and starting to eat you out with absolutely no warning or prep —not that you needed any, you were soaking wet regardless.

"baby—hnghh! I was just messing with you," you sobbed, brows knitted together and eyes attempting to screw shut.

it was all so good and so much, but you needed this, needed vi, and nothing was going to stop you from that despite how overwhelming keeping them open even with all the pleasure was.

"should've stopped when I told you to then, right baby?" she murmured then hummed at the taste of you, nose bumping your clit as she lapped at your cunt.

you just nodded, but you weren't sure what for—in agreement, in pleasure, or just as a way to deal with the unrelenting satisfaction she was giving you.

just as you thought she might finally, finally finish you off she pulled away just as your legs started to wrap around her head.

you whined and she laughed, amused.

"you're so mean to me," you sniffled.

"it's okay," she peppered little kisses from your neck to chest, "it's okay princess. I'll be good to y out, just trust me mkay?"

you huffed because you couldn't argue with that, and she felt around under the bed for a moment before pulling out a small strongbox.

"gimme one second baby," she murmured, undoing the toggle latch.

you watched her with fond, doey eyes until she pulled out a strap and attached it to herself. she peered right back at you, unable to help the way her mouth twitched into a smirk at the way you shrunk back once you really saw the length.

"is it gonna... fit? I don't think we've used thst one before," you said with a tinge of worry in your voice.

"It's gonna fit, and if it doesn't, I'll make it."

"gosh vi, you're so vulgar," you looked away and blushed with a smile.

"you love it," she husked before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, grinning into it. "alright, I'm gonna start linin' up now, just relax f'me okay?"

you nodded and whispered a small "okay," before laying back on the plush pillows and watching her face as she eased in with the utmost concentration, looking completely occupied with making sure you felt as good as possible.

you'd never seen someone so careful, even while raging with pleasure, with your body. fuck, she was so good to you.

you both moaned as the head popped in, vi biting her lip as she watched your pussy suck some of her up. after a quick glance to check if you'd adjusted, she started pushing in inch by inch until she bottomed out.

"vi please I'm so close, please, need you, please let me cum, I'll be s' good I'll—"

you were cut off as she wrapped one of her muscled arms around your neck, constricting your airway and making you choke up.

"talk too fuckin' much, stupid slut just, fuck, teasin' me all day, gettin' me all worked up n' not lettin' me take—fuck!—care of you." she practically growled into your ear, slamming into you after each word.

you were a bit lightheaded, and your moans were barely audible, but the feeling of her completely and utterly claiming you so much so that she literally had you breathless was enough to put you right on the edge.

"come on," a thrust, "cum. if you don't I'm gonna keep you here all night, and you're gonna, gonna finish till I drain you dry, 'kay? 's that what you want?"

and so you did, mouth opening in a silent scream as you clawed at her arm and coated her cock, in between your thighs, and the sheets with your cream.

with a few more overstimulating pushes up into you, her hips stuttered and she finally came with a groan, muffled as she gently bit your shoulder in a failed attempt to keep herself quiet.

she gently set you down and rolled you onto your back, getting up briefly to wipe at you and fetch you a bottle of water she had on standby.

you nursed at it a little before laying back down with a content sigh, eyes already unbelievably heavy.

"love you s' much vi," you mumbled sleepily, eyebrows furrowed slightly and a pout on your face from how fond of her you were.

"aw, I love you too princess. so so much."

you smiled, leaning into her touch as she wrapped her arms around you.

"goodnigh'..."

you examine your face in the mirror, expression scrunched up in thought. you and your girlfriend have a party to go to tonight, and you’re pondering what to do with your makeup. it’s just a casual hangout, but you always want to look nice. behind you in the reflection is vi, arms wrapped around your waist like you’ll disappear if she lets go. you’re perched on her lap, the way you always are when you do your makeup- vi swears she just likes to watch, but more often than not, your makeup is the last thing she’s focused on. you’ve barely sat down before she’s buried her face into your shoulder, pressing lazy kisses to your skin while you try your best to concentrate on your makeup.

“do you think i should put my blush below my eyes or like on my cheekbones?” you wonder aloud, pursing your lips thoughtfully at your reflection in your vanity. you tilt your head to the side for a better angle. “or maybe i should do my concealer first and then decide?”

“whatever you feel like,” vi mumbles absently into the crook of your neck, dropping feather-light kisses from your jawline down to your shoulder. her voice is muffled by your skin, and she takes a long inhale. “look pretty either way.”

you consider this, then set the pan of blush back down. “mm… it’s whatever. i’ll just do my concealer first and then decide. but what about for my lips? my outfit is pink, so i want it to coordinate,” you muse, more to yourself than your girlfriend, because she’s obviously not listening. you lean over your desk, vi’s arms around your waist holding fast, and pluck two pink tubes of lip gloss from their shelf before sitting back and twisting slightly in vi’s lap, trying to get her attention. “do you like the nude pink or the brighter pink? i’m kind of into the bright one, but i don’t want it to look tacky.”

vi glances up from your shoulder with slightly hooded eyes, her hand already sneaking under your top. she sighs and wrinkles her nose, vaguely irritated that you’re all distracted with your makeup. in her opinion, this time would be much better spent on getting in a quick fuck before you have to go; but admittedly it is cute watching you fuss over your face like this, even if vi thinks it’s perfect as is. “what’s the difference? they’re both pink.”

you’re bewildered at vi’s indifference. “what do you mean, what’s the difference? they’re completely different shades!” you insist, like it’s obvious, because it is, but vi’s not paying a lick of attention. seeing as she’s totally useless, you turn to glance at your outfit hanging on the closet door. “hmm. maybe i’ll just go with the one that’s closest to the color of my top.”

you lift both glosses to eye-level to compare, and vi takes the chance to slip her hands under the hem of your slightly lifted tank top to squeeze your tits unceremoniously, flicking her thumbs over your nipples. she lifts her head to kiss your cheek. “sounds good to me.”

the way she suddenly grips your breasts makes you squeak in surprise, and you whirl around in her lap to shoot her a look. “you’re distracting me! we need to be at this thing in like an hour and i’ve barely started on my base,” you scold vi. she hums dismissively.

“it’s not even like you need it,” she murmurs, rolling a nipple in between her fingers until it hardens beneath her touch, making you squirm. she adds, unimpressed, “too many people come up to you already.”

you just scoff at that. vi clearly has no plans of leaving you alone, so you resign yourself to just trying to ignore her— not the easiest thing in the world, because you can never resist when she plays with your breasts, but you’re on a time crunch. “anyway. i definitely think the brighter one matches better,” you decide, satisfied. “so that means i’ll just do my blush the same color.”

she mumbles her agreement against you, still idly fondling your tits. “okay, sweet girl.”

vi lets you get through your base routine without distracting you too much more, but of course the second you need to be still to do your eyeliner, that’s when she decides to lick a slow, wet stripe up your neck, from your shoulder to your ear, and of course you can’t help but react to that, squealing and jerking your head away. “vi! stop, i’m trying to do my eyeliner!”

vi laughs out loud, delighted at your reaction, and delivers a sharp slap to your thigh that makes you jump again. “oh, come on, baby. i barely did anything.”

still, she relents, nuzzling her nose back into your neck as she breathes you in. “just finish your makeup already, ‘kay?”

“i’d have already been done if you’d just cut it out,” you insist, trying to sound stern, but the blush and the smile that breaks across your face gives you away. luckily, she actually lets you finish your makeup, and after one last once-over, you put down your setting spray with a pleased sigh.

you turn around in vi’s lap fully now, straddling her thighs with yours on either side of hers. “so? what do we think about the final look?” you ask earnestly, smiling brightly as you show off your makeup. “it’s not too crazy?”

vi grins right back up at you— you’re just so endearing, framing your face with your hands and puckering your lips to show off your makeup— which, despite all of her interference, admittedly did turn out cute. her hands slide from your waist to grip your ass as she straightens up to kiss you, purposefully slow and deep, so that when she finally does let you up for air, she gets the sheer satisfaction of seeing your freshly done lip gloss smeared all around your mouth.

you whip right back around to face your mirror again, horrified at the mess of pink smudged over your face. “vi! that was my lip gloss!”

"Oh, look at you," Vi murmured, her voice humming into a softer register, nearly a croon, that she only used when you were small, "Still fighting it, huh, kiddo?"

You let out a small, trembling huff and pulled the blankie tighter around your shoulders, refusing to look at her. You didn't want to be stubborn, you just couldn't sleep and it was making you fussy.

Vi walked over, the floorboards groaning softly. She sat down right on the edge of the mattress, "Brain won't shut up?" she asked gently.

You nodded once, a tear finally spilling over and tracking down your cheek. You hated feeling this tired and this helpless.

"Come here," she said, opening her arms.

You sniffled and crawled across the blankets and collapsed against her side, burying your face into the side of her neck. Vi’s strong arms wrapped around you. Her hands were rough, covered in calluses and old scars, but to you, they were the safest things in the whole world. She was a wall between you and whatever was making you anxious.

"You don't gotta force it," Vi murmured, her chest vibrating against you as she spoke, which was a lullaby within itself to you, "We can just sit here, peanut."

She began to rock you back and forth in a soft motion. She started tracing slow circles on your back.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Powder tried to build a mechanical rat?" Vi asked softly, her voice taking on a casual, storytelling tone, but still equally as gentle, "She wanted it to steal snacks from Jericho’s shop. It didn't work, it mostly just spun in circles and eventually caught on fire, but man, she was so proud of that thing..."

You listened to the low rumble of her voice, letting the words wash over you without really trying to process them. The thoughts that had been bouncing around your head started to lose their sharp edges, fizzing out.

A massive, jaw cracking yawn caught you off guard. One you could equate to a cat.

Vi let out a quiet, teasing chuckle, leaning her chin gently against the top of your head. "Oh big yawn, yeah? Those lids are looking pretty heavy, little one."

"Not tired," you mumbled into her shirt, your voice soft and small, though your eyes were already half closed.

"Sure you aren't," Vi said, her tone full of affection. She shifted slightly, pulling you down with her as she leaned back against the pillows, "But just in case you change your mind, I should let you know... the monsters are afraid of me. So you're safe."

Hearing those words, the last bit of that anxious energy that had been pent up drained from you, letting yourself fall asleep in her arm, as you felt her gently kiss the crown of you head.

It was still early in the morning and you were drinking your coffee. Your schedule for today was a bit heavy, it was Viktor's class and you knew that a pile of exams would be waiting for you on the desk to grade and your mind would be everywhere except on those papers.

You drank your coffee peacefully while going through your phone's notifications, reading group chats of your classes and asking some questions you needed for an essay. While reading one of your classmates' reply, a message from Caitlyn pops up asking if you would be free after class. Thinking for a bit, you decide to meet up with her for coffee and maybe a study session, it has been a while since both of you could have one and you were curious about the case she was so eagerly working on too. After all, she did mention it was very important for her.

Turning the lights off, you walk out of your apartment and lock the door. Once inside the elevator, the thought of messaging Violet crossed your mind, but you remembered she had mentioned her day would be very busy— training for the weekend during the morning and receiving some new furniture for The Last Drop in the afternoon, so you decide not to.

It was already feeling like kind of a boring day, you were getting accustomed to your texts and your senseless chats, just seeing her name pop up on your lockscreen would put your heart to work fast. Although you couldn't shake off the memory of the envelope, you wonder if you would be able to build up the nerve and eventually ask Caitlyn about it. There is nothing wrong with curiosity, right?

As you open the front door of the building, a cold breeze makes you realize you should have taken a jacket before leaving your place. Sighing, you closed the door anyway and started walking, you were already tight on time and Viktor wasn't very forgiving when it came to punctuality.

"Good morning, professor." You say as you open the door to Viktor's office, but there was no sight of him. The smell of books and incense was in the air, sunlight filling the room through green curtains and illuminating the bookshelves as you dropped your bag on the floor beside your usual seat. Saying you loved this room would be an understatement, it felt so academic yet very personal, you could tell Viktor put his whole life in here; some of his favourite books were on the bookshelf right behind his seat, notes and small illustrations pinned on a clork board— some his and some from someone else, and, on the desk, he had a frame with a photograph of his husband and himself, they both looked so happy and in love.

The particular sound of Viktor's cane stumbled you a bit out of your thoughts. He greeted you good morning and apologized for the delay, then sat down and handed a small pile of exams for grading. You looked at him confused and he said, "Not many students showed up."

You nod in response and both of you start your usual working routine. The mutual understanding you shared with him was something you were thankful for, it was quiet and easy to work with him; Viktor usually focused on his own thing, sometimes it would be supervising your previous corrections or preparing the topics for the next lesson, other times he'd stay silent while writing notes on his next investigation.

"How are Violet's lessons coming so far?" He asked suddenly, not taking his eyes off his paperwork and coughing a little bit.

"To be honest, good." You replied, trying to pretend that the mention of her name doesn't strike a nerve. Viktor looks at you and raises an eyebrow curiously and encouraging you to elaborate more. "Well," you start fidgeting, playing with the pen on your hand and taking your stare everywhere but his face, "she's a quick learner and shows clear interest in our lessons," he catches your fingers moving awkwardly and tries to hide a smile, "so I think she'll do just fine next time."

Viktor nods and continues with his work, you follow his action and carry on grading the few remaining exams. It was a pity not many students showed up to take it; Viktor's lessons were difficult but very educative and dynamic, he would make sure the whole class had a chance to participate, to feel free to start a debate or even question his facts. Even though his exams were tough, he always held extra classes for those who needed additional tutoring regarding some topics. Those were the reasons you look up to him, he built his career alone, everything he has now was a product of his never ending effort; in the little time you had got to know this man, he had found a way to make you admire him even more.

"Jayce and I are holding a seminar the following week," he said, lifting his eyes off the papers in front of him and dropping his pen on the desk, "we would like to invite you."

You nod excitedly and he smiles, explaining more about the seminar his husband and himself are holding; they were working on a device that could detect and help relief the pain on small parts of the human body, it was mostly theory and the idea was still too young, but Viktor seemed hopeful about it. Both of you keep on working for a few hours more, time passing by quickly given all the work you had to do besides grading.

He ended up dismissing you earlier than expected, so you said your goodbye and walked out of the office straight to the cafeteria. Caitlyn wasn't going to arrive for another half an hour at least, so you sat down at your usual table and waited for the waitress to come take your order.

"Well, look what we have here." You hear a familiar voice behind you and turn your head around, it was Violet. She was smiling playfully as she took a seat in front of you. "Missed me much?"

"What are you doing here?" You ask her, nervously playing with the menu on your hands. Certainly you weren't expecting to see her today.

"Stalking my favourite tutor." She says and laughes. Her laugh makes you even more nervous, it feels like both music to your ears and a drums against your chest.

"I'm your only tutor." You answer, trying to sound nonchalant and calm. Violet had this unknown effect on you, it was like she was guiding you through the whole emotional spectrum; happiness, anxiety, confusion, all at once. Never in your life have you crossed paths with someone who could cloud your mind and put your heart to work as if you were running a marathon.

"Had to drop Powder's uniform," she says, running her hands through her pink hair, "she came to work and forgot it at home." She rolls her eyes, giving you the smallest timeframe to watch her slow movements, the way her shoulders would tense as she gesticulates, her hair falling against her face, her light blue eyes reflecting the sunlight coming through the window. It was like her presence was driving you in. "Are you okay, cupcake?" She breaks the spell she put you in.

"Y-Yes, I—"

"Can I take your order?" You were interrupted by no other than Powder herself, all dressed up in her uniform. Violet was about to speak but her sister cuts her out, "I already know yours, sis," she says, "I'm asking yours, cupcake." Smirking and looking at you mockingly, this little teenager managed to paint your face red.

"Just a coffee, please." You answer, coughing to try to clear your throat. Violet was sending her sister a serious stare, but you couldn't mind what it meant when your face felt like it's been set on fire.

Powder writes down your order, still with that smile on her face, and takes off. Silence sets in the small space of your table, you couldn't quite figure if it was an awkward silence that you should fill, yet you had no idea how you'd do that; Violet was entertained looking out the window, her chin on her hand and her eyes narrowed to cover herself from the sunlight. You felt like you should imitate her, as if you should cover yourself from her.

Your cellphone rings and you take it, desperate for anything that could distract your thoughts, and see a message from your best friend saying she would be arriving soon. You wonder if Violet was going to stick around for long, not that you wanted her to leave but the envelope was still in your mind— it felt like you were getting in the middle of something, putting pieces together of a secret you were not supposed to discover, yet you wanted to know why it was hidden in the first place.

It just didn't make sense, Caitlyn has been open about her sexuality ever since you first met her, so it couldn't be that. Maybe Violet wasn't? She didn't seem like the type to hide, but you didn't know that much about her anyway.

As your train of thoughts was taking you to psychosis station, the little door bell rings and a familiar shape comes into view. Caitlyn looked stunning, as always, but this time an aura of happiness was surrounding her. She approaches your table and greets Violet first, your stomach ties up in a knot when you see your best friend's hand on Vi's shoulder; such a small cordial gesture that sends your brain direct instructions to make your heart panic and you smile vaguely in a lame attempt to compose yourself.

"I'm glad you're here too." Caitlyn says to Vi, then takes a seat next to you just when Powder was bringing you your coffee, so your best friends takes her chance and ask for one too. You see the teenager roll her eyes as she writes Caitlyn's order then takes off. "Not one to pretend, I see."

"It's not personal," Violet says, "she just wants to drive you nuts."

Caitlyn chuckles and grabs her purse, taking a few papers from it and putting them on the table. You wonder what the whole conversation was about, how could Powder have such a reaction to her and why. You were feeling so left out.

"This is the case I wanted you to help me with." Caitlyn says to you, you stare at her confused and then take a look at it. You go through the pages slowly, reading some of the colorful notes sticked on them that pointed to mistakes— probably done by her boss. It was a complicated one, you could see why she needed someone else's eyes on this, but you weren't sure yours would be fitting.

"Well, it's certainly... something," You comment as you keep reading, you turn the pages until you find the strategy the firm was going to take for it, "is the other party not willing to settle?"

"He's not." Violet says, swallowing hard and looking at her side. You weren't expecting her to answer and look at her confused, then follow her gaze and find she's watching her younger sister wrapping a donut and shoving it inside a tiny bag for a customer. The pink haired girl chuckles when she sees Powder rolling her eyes again once the customer turns on their back and leaves; she really wasn't made for customer service, but you can see why Vi would want her to work here. Powder was safe, surrounded by college students or teachers, just preparing coffee and making snarky comments to customers, in a place where her older sister could actually watch over her. "I have to go now," Violet says, getting up of her seat, "I'll see you around, cupcake." She winks at you and raises her hand to greet Caitlyn goodbye as well.

Your best friend looks at you and bites her lips to repress a smile, but you're too busy watching Violet leave in a rush and replaying in your mind the little nickname that seemed to have grown on you.

Looking down again at the papers on the table, you see the Kiramman's distinctive emblem. Your fingers caress it mindlessly in a circle, Cassandra did an amazing job at the design, it really represented everything they were going for: justice, status and transparency.

"Is something going on between you and Violet?" Suddenly you ask Caitlyn, who was about to take a sip at her coffee but leaves her mug on the table slowly and raises her eyebrows in surprise instead.

"What do you—” She was interrupted by her cellphone ringing, she reads the name popping on the screen and sighs. It was her boss. Feeling a bit embarrassed about your sudden question, you smile and tell her to pick up then get off your seat. It was already time to go back home and study for your exams, but mostly you just wanted to run from the situation; it was a question you weren't sure to want to know the answer. Caitlyn picks up her purse and stands up as well, it seemed her boss told her to go back to the office as quick as possible. "Please take the folder with you," she tells you, "I'll text you later if he doesn't kill me."

You nod and greet her goodbye, then walk past Powder, who was taking an order from the table next to yours.

"Bye, Powder." You tell her before opening the door.

"Goodbye, cupcake!" She yells back, laughing loudly and winking, clearly mocking the way her sister does it.

You smile softly as you cross the door then start walking back to your place, thinking the fresh air might clear your head.

"Go to sleep, Vi!" Ekko yells from behind the bar counter while cleaning some of the bottles, humming a french song he listened to the day before with his girlfriend.

"Glad you're having fun." Violet tells him, putting a big box with some more bottles softly on the floor next to him. She looks at him annoyed, there were more important things to do than singing and cleaning the most expensives bottles no one actually asks for.

"Take it easy, it's still early." He answers, returning the same annoyed stare and putting the bottle on its place. "Just go rest, I'll take it from here."

"Don't forget to—"

"Clean the tables and take a look at the stereo," Ekko interrupts her, "I know."

Violet nods and thanks him, turning around to go upstairs. The day couldn't be any more longer, although she was more concerned about the weekend; that's when the bar would be full and she wasn't sure Ekko could handle it on his own, Powder still hadn't asked for a free day at her job to help him out and there was no one else to replace her. She didn't want to miss her fight, she has been practicing a lot more and she could see herself getting better at it. Most of all, she didn't want to cancel her date along with it. Although it wasn't a date, not that she wouldn't want it to be but the other girl seemed pretty much oblivious to her advances. Or maybe she just wasn't interested.

Sighing, Violet sits down on the couch with her whisky glass filled in her hand. She takes a sip, slowly letting the liquid burn her throat while she watches it settle again inside. It wouldn't be long for the trial to be held and even if she trusted Caitlyn and the firm with all her heart, she couldn't help but feel nervous; her father's long life work was at stake, Powder's future and her own were too. She had a promise to keep to him and should it go down wrong, it would weight her until her final days.

College was just a back up plan, not that she didn't like the idea of it but her life and dreams were at The Last Drop. The only good part about it so far was that she could get to meet her tutor— more than that, she could befriend her and perhaps something more if only that girl would ever notice her flirting.

Smiling to herself, Violet grabbed her phone and texted her. She was hoping Caitlyn was right about her and that she would help them even a bit with the case, it would mean the world to Vi. Caitlyn had talked heavens about her best friend, saying she was smart and sweet, and Violet was glad to find out it was all true; the way she would carry herself or talk, even her small gestures were adorable. Not to mention she was incredibly attractive, it was so difficult for Vi to be near her, feel her body close and not be able to touch her, to caress her face, to slide her hands down her body and smell her perfume; she could imagine it all as she laid down on the couch, her imagination was driving her nuts. Her heart beating a bit faster as she fantasized of kissing her neck slowly, what her moans would sound like once she felt Violet leaving a trail of kisses down her body, softly helping her get undressed, piece by piece until there was nothing left separating them.

She would make her feel so good, teasing her just the right amount to hear her begging for more. Violet slid her hand under her pants, her body already feeling hotter than before and she wished those fingers weren't hers; the need to feel her was clouding her senses as she kept rubbing her own fingers against her clit, a vivid image of her tutor moaning Violet's name was in her mind. She'd caress and feel the skin of the girl's breast against her hand as she'd keep kissing all the way down, only stopping once she's close to where she's needed the most, licking and sucking, tasting her and watching her close her eyes, trying so hard not to finish right there and then.

"Fuck!" Violet let out a soft moan, she could feel her own orgasm building inside her as her fingers kept rubbing relentlessly. She could imagine the girl's hands on her pink hair, trying to ground herself as Vi would keep eating her out, making her moan and cum like she's never before, because she was sure of it. She could feel her own orgasm building inside her, she was so close to it— Someone knocked twice on the door and called her name. It was Ekko, yelling he needed her down at the bar because a customer was causing trouble with the payment.

Sighing heavily, she composed herself and got up to wash her hands. Her cellphone vibrated and she instantly grabbed it, smiling at the reply from the girl who wouldn't leave her thoughts. She had claimed ownership of her mind entirely, little by little with every interaction, every smile, every silly joke and even when she would blush because of Violet's endless teasing.

"good night, cupcake." Violet replied, trying to keep her thoughts off her fantasies.

It would be a long wait until the weekend arrives.

You’ve always hoped that, one day, you could travel around the world with Violet—whether it be as friends or as lovers.

Truth to be told, despite the profound feelings you held for your best friend, you were content with sticking beside her as her dearest companion and nothing more.

You’ve learnt that simply being part of her life was a blessing given to you the moment you met her.

The day you two would set off and venture into various places across the world, you’d make sure to keep a camera with you so you’re able to hold onto the memories.

You’d look back at them when you two are much older—when both of your hairs slowly turn grey, when you would begin to notice the wrinkles around her pretty eyes.

Her beauty is timeless and so is your adoration for her.

The lens of a camera could never truly capture all of what you saw in her.

But your eyes can, can't they?

You could never look away.

You’ve seen all of Violet, and stayed even when she didn't think you would.

it really was meant to be a nice, relaxed, night out. yet somehow, you accidentally went a little too far.

it started off fun, a get together with you and your girlfriend vi’s friends. ekko, her best friend caitlyn, her sister jinx, just a small get-together. everyone was nursing their own drinks, taking occasional sips. you and vi were doing the same thing, taking small sips—yours were a bit more than small sips. you finished your first drink, not particularly quickly, so you ordered another. hey, you weren’t driving anyway!

even if you weren’t driving, you were a lightweight… and the next few drinks would make you do things you definitely regretted in the morning.

your cheeks began to flush as the night went on, your words slurring like syrup, your smile widening as you progressively became more clingy.

“babe, slow down, alright? the drinks aren’t running from you, you can take it easy.” vi voiced her concern, muttering softly in your ear.

yea… it just went in one ear and out the next. you were noticeably talking louder—shouting would be more accurate, and you were laughing with less caution, just letting out the loudest cackles. the other people you were hanging out with exchanged glances before chuckling themselves, amused by your increasingly intoxicated state.

then, rather stupidly, you “tried” to seduce vi. you signaled her with your hand as if you wanted to tell her something with a giggle, watching as she leaned in to hear you. you leaned in to try and nip at her neck, but instead you completely missed, bonking your head on vi’s shoulder. you just laughed it off (the alcohol stopped you from feeling most of it), swaying while trying to straighten up. and of course… you’d think that would be quite easy, but you nearly fell off or your stool instead.

vi narrowly caught you before deciding then and there to pull the plug. “ok—that’s it. come on, you need to go home babe. let’s go.”

vi gave apologies to your friends before hauling you out the bar as you stumbled all the way to the car. she buckled you into the passenger seat, pausing for a moment to tuck a hair behind your ear.