#sub vi

she would jerk it off between her index finger and thumb and the pleasure would almost feel like too much. she would potentially buy a fleshlight too and just grind against it at first, pretending it’s a real pussy, before ultimately deciding to stuff her clit inside the toy. it would feel heavenly, a sensation she’s never felt before, something that she didn’t think was possible for her to experience as a woman.

so when the two of you began dating, she took every opportunity possible to her fuck clit inside your pussy.

earlier, you were bent over in front of her, on your hands and knees, while vi fucked her clit inside your small hole with slow strokes. then you were kneeling in front of her while she rubbed her clit against your tongue, suckling on the little nub as if it were a piece of candy.

right now, though, vi is pinning your legs back to your shoulders, your cunt on full display while she rocks her hips against yours. she’s trying to force her clit as deep inside you as she can, needing to feel as much of you as possible. you assume you feel tighter in this position because vi is moaning louder than before, her blue eyes are entirely unfocused—and you can hear the obscene squelching noises your pussy is making when it sucks on her clit like a kiss.

vi is a whiny mess on top of you, spreading her pussy lips wide with her one hand so the entirety of her clit can slip in and out. your entrance is fluttering around her spongy, swollen clit and you’re opening yourself wider with your palms, needing more of her—as much as you can get, and then some. just feeling her inside you, knowing how intimate this is, has been enough to make you come your brains out in the past.

”mmffuck—you’re gripping me so tight, baby.” her hips are smacking against the back of your thighs with animalistic fervor.

the sight of you is completely obscene, it’s debauched. your breasts are bouncing with the strength of her thrusts, your chest is heaving from how severely you’re panting. your legs are spread wide like an easy whore, confidently in a state of your own salacious nakedness. your cute pussy is soaked in a combination of both your juices.

vi’s eyes are glazed over, her pink tongue is hanging out dumbly—consumed by the mindless lust and intense sensations radiating from her aching clit. she’s never felt so much pleasure before you, never known the sheer ecstasy of having the most sensitive and intimate part of herself engulfed in slick, rippling heat—squeezed and massaged from all sides. it’s like nothing she's ever experienced before and she’s easily addicted to your pussy.

”your pussy is so wet—unghh!”

god, she’s needed this.

the air is musky and tangy with sex; it’s vi’s favorite scent next to your own natural pheromones. her muscular frame is casting a shadow over your own and it makes you feel safe and secure. and the sounds of your lovemaking is obnoxiously loud; the clap, clap, clap of skin is echoing like gunfire in vi’s obsolete bedroom.

then you bring your middle finger to your clit, stroking it with ferocity, and you’re quick to come because the feeling of vi’s clit inside you is the nastiest thing you’ve experienced thus far in life. and vi’s whole body convulses when she feels your contractions around her clit. her own muscles are clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy rips through her—all because of the way her throbbing, pulsing nub is buried inside the velvet-heat of your hole.

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As hotshot and cocky as Vi was, her attitude never lasted long, especially not when she was sliding in head first (literally) inside your tight, slippery velvet hole. Vi gawked down at your perfectly arched back as you balanced on all fours, ass in the air and cheeks nice and spread, a position she had chosen for you. A perfect display of your vulnerability just for her.

Sure, you could’ve given her head to start off with. Your thighs were slick with the thought of swirling your tongue around her tip, watching her struggle to keep up with the bobs of your throat. But no—this is what you wanted. You wanted the first thing she felt to be the real deal; your aching, buttery soft pussy.

Vi hissed out at your warmth, sinking her shaft inside with ease, parting your glistening folds with her width, gripping onto the fat of your ass as she fought every nerve in her body to not cum on the spot. The toy was rather… large, nothing less to be expected from your perverted girlfriend.

Your fists were full of her sheets, painful groans muffled into the mattress as your insides made room for Vi and her girth. She was going brutally slow at that, admiring your entrance doubling in size for her. “F-Fuck, Vi! Did you have to—nnggh! Get such a b-big one?”

“Heh, hell y-yeah I did.” She gulped hard, her thumbs spreading your tiny hole open. “‘S a… fuck—a tight fit, princess—” She was trying to stay cool—trying oh so hard to ignore the fluttering walls that warped around her dick perfectly.

Your eyes rolled at her slowness. "Ugh, c’mon, Vi..."

Without warning, your hips pushed back onto Vi's pelvis with a lewd thwop. Her whole nine incher was swallowed whole by you, tip tickling your cervix, earning a gut wrenching groan from the once hard exterior being.

“Oh, fuck—!” Her back arched, eyes rolling back as your cunt clamped down around her, a sharp gasp hitched in her throat. “M inside—you! A-Actually deep, d-deep inside you!”

Her voice was high in pitch, strained and whiny, shuddery breaths pushing their way out of her lungs as she steadied herself. But of course, you wouldn't let her settle, not when she already sounded oh so adorably fucked out.

"Oh I know, baby. I feel so full," You purred as you pulled yourself back, slamming back against her hips, feeling her heartbeat pounding from her member inside your tender, gummy walls. "Hmmf! G-Go on, Vi."

"Fuck me."

Her grip around your waist was bruisingly tight, body jerking as you teasingly gave her a head start. She shut her eyes tightly, and with one long, deep breath, she finally thrusted forward. This was truly her dream come true—she savored every crease that decorated those walls she’d once fantasied of feeling, of making hers, of drilling brutally into ‘till you were full to the brim of nothing but her sticky cum.

"Y-You're hot—s'fuckin' hot inside," She mindlessly babbled now, hips grinding in a pathetically quick, unrhythmic motion. "’N Soft—hnng!—squeezing around me! F-Feels good—mmfff!—feels like you're gonna k-kill—me!"

If the simple sight of your cunt around her was too much before, this was most definitely going to make Vi go fucking insane. She’d forgotten about her strength, your arms giving into her powerful hip bucks, bare breasts now pressed onto your sweat slicked back, pushing your face into the mattress. Though you were clearly nothing more than a fleshlight for her at the moment, you ate up the complete opposite trembling whines that tumbled out of her mouth, melting into your ear.

"T-That's it, bein' such a—mmh!—good girl, Vi! S'fuckin good!"

Vi was flooding your hole with pre-cum, the oozing liquid slipping out of her growth and painting your inner walls. Her eyes were damn near crossed, rutting into you like a bitch in heat, so pussy drunk off you that she went completely brainless. So much so that she didn’t notice your jelly-like knees that wobbled with overstimulation. Or her ruthless hunger for more making tears stream down your face, still relentlessly abusing your raw, fucked out pussy.

“L-Love this pretty pussy s’much… It’s all m-mine—‘s all mine, right? S-Say it!”

“V-Vi, you talk—a lot! It’s all yours, baby—mmphh!—no one else’s—God, fuck, s-slow down a little!”

Even if you wanted a breather, or to switch positions, you knew she wouldn’t let you crawl away. Vi was caging you in, her big arms heavy beside your head, body weight pushing down on you. If she noticed that you slightly moved away, she’d huff loudly, harshly ramming you back against her length punishingly like the greedy brat she was. All you could do was take it, reminding you of who was on top, even when she was moaning like a noisy whore.

“Hmmph! W-Wanna cum in-inside, puhlease! Please can I? Gods, pleaseee!” Her voice was wrecked, words jumbling out as best they could, feeling the veins around her shaft pulsating with need—the need to release her seed deep inside you.

The headboard slammed against the wall with every savage thrust from her hips, shamelessly tearing you the fuck apart, finding the greatest pleasure from hearing your big and bad girlfriend already begging to cum after a short 10 minutes of being inside you.

Vi was always just a dumb, pussy drunk slut. You were surprised she’d lasted this long, fully expecting her to splurge her load the second she slipped into you. Her tongue lolled out of her dropped jaw, slobber dripping along your cheek, right hand fondling your hanging tit. Her big thumb and pointer fingers twiddled with your hardened nipple. “Mm…! Bet these would swell up so nicely if you’d—let—me!”

“A-Already? God, you really are pathetic, aren’t you?” You mocked as her hips piston faster at your words, stabbing your cervix, feeling her in your goddamn lungs, making you choke on your moans.

“Y-You’re—s’mean!” She let out a whine filled sob, tears staining her pink flushed cheeks, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she continued mercilessly pounding into you. She truly couldn’t help it, your puffy pussy lips wrapped around her dreamingly, sucking her in as you inched closer and closer to climax. “Please, mama? Just w-wanna pump you full of me—put a b-baby in you, yeah? Make you a pretty mommy, p-please?

Your lips cracked open, barely able to let anything other than broken little, ‘ah, ah, ahh!’s, sparks of pleasure coursing through your body as her ridges fucked against your g-spot. “D-Dunno—guhh!—if you deserve—it, V-Vi!”

You were cracking, she could feel it. The way your pussy pulsated around her, clenching around her dick so hard it made it difficult for her to thrust. How your entire body was rock hard underneath her, voice faltering as you called out her name with every wet slap of her hips against your sopping cunt. She had you right where she wanted you—ruined and desperate, just like she was.

Just desperate enough to get you to say yes.

“I do—I do d-deserve it! It’ll feel so fuckin’ good, I p-promise I’ll do my best!” Vi’s member throbbed, painfully filled with her cum, begging for its release with each rough slam of herself inside, teetering on the edge of sweet release. “C’mon, princess, lemme cum in you, y-yeah? I’m already t-there, just say y—”

“Oh, V-Vi, just—!” You moaned out, accepting the truth—you did want her to knock you up. You wanted to be so full of her essence that there’d be no way in hell you weren’t pregnant. You wanted it hot, leaking, filling up every last inch of you. “Y-Yes, yes! Yes, just cum inside me! Make mama proud, baby—g-gonna—cum—so—haaaard!”

Your pussy gushed around her, your warm, pearly substance coating her girth, making her lose every ounce of self respect she had left. Were you baby trapping her? Maybe. But had she just manipulated you into saying yes even though you were going to anyway? Most definitely.

So, you didn’t feel as bad when you backed your ass up onto her thrusts, walls tightly closing in on her, strangling her sensitive cock. You released your sweet nectar all over her, ensuring to milk her of everything she had.

That was all it took for Vi.

“Fuuuck, coming, coming, cominngghhh!” Her orgasm rolled out of her through waves, white-out with bliss expression slapped on her face. It started off in her head, feeling light and airy, quickly making its way down to her shaft and pumping scorching hot cum into your womb. She was mewling pathetically loud and squeaky, big, strong hands tightening around your breasts, juices flooding into you with intent.

You both flopped against the bed, her still laying on top of you, panting as some of the obscene mixture of arousals dripped out of you, staining the sheets. Just as soon as you felt Vi slipping out, you gripped onto her wrist, pulling her back against you.

“Ngghh!—I-I’m sensitive, you know!” Vi whined, puppy eyes glassy and nose painted a rosy color.

loser vi who asks you if you wanna lay down and cuddle for a little while, pressing kisses to the crown of your head when you say yes and move your laptop and both of your textbooks on her bedside table, her hands on your waist as she practically guides you back to her, burying your face into her chest while she murmurs a "c'mere, baby."

loser vi who's pulled her blanket to stop at your chests, one of her hands running through your hair and she's murmuring about unimportant nothing's about her day and powder. she guides one of her hands to unclasp your bra, knowing that the fabric would be uncomfortably pressing into your skin, discarding the item by tossing it on the ground. you know the action is out of genuine love and hope to comfort you - but you also know violet well enough to already know that it's also out of lust.

loser vi who's hands are grasping your hips as leverage when fucking you with her strap another two hours later, both your and her pyjamas thrown onto the floor like your bra, her fluffy blue blanket pushed to the end of the bed. she's thrusting into you at a relentless pace, a train of whimpers, moans and curses leaving her heart shaped lips as if the rest of her family isn't in the house.

"fuck, baby," she whines, throwing her head back. back she's always been a whiner, it's one of the things you adore the most about her, apart from her hair and the love she has for you. she's the sweetest girlfriend you could be blessed with, and you're forever grateful to the foils of the universe that it gave you the chance to meet her and have her in your life.

her pace grows sloppier from a newcome friction she feels on her clit from the harness of her strap when she grinds on it, her eyes squeezing shut as she does so. she's doing both - fucking you and grinding her clit on the harness of ther strap, even if the balance between doing both is sloppy.

"look at me." you speak out, your hands squeezing her biceps as if it were the only thing you could do to stabilise yourself, which it was. you don't mind that she's doing this in anyway whatsoever. it's cute, the way her eyebrows furrow and her mouth hangs open and her tits bounce when she's becoming mayor of pound town with you, always acting like she's the one getting fucked when you are.

she complied after a few moments of bliss, tilting her head back down to look down into your eyes. you look so pretty, with the way sweat is beading down your forehead and you're grasping onto her and your pussy is taking her dick so easily. she leaned down to kiss you, whimpering into your mouth when you shove your tounge into hers and wrap your legs around her waist to encourage her movements, earning a loud moan from her when she hid her face in your neck and the both of you came at the same time, her needy pussy absolutely soaking the harness without shame.

she eventually pulls away from you after a few minutes of hugging and kissing for a few minutes, glancing over at your textbooks, dead laptop and half drank monster can sitting sadly, though her eyes shift back to your face when she notices herself yearning to look at you. "you wanna go again?"

frustration flickers first—so much for a good night’s sleep—but beneath it, curiosity stirs. vi never has girls over when you’re home, some unspoken rule of privacy. did she forget what time you were getting off work? is she so desperate for release that she’s willing to gamble on your absence?

that’s when you hear it. soft at first, but unmistakable. vi, whining. it’s not sultry, nor controlled—she’s breathless, whimpering like a bitch, blubbering about how much her pussy is being stretched.

”unghh! t-too big, holy fuck—it’s too big!”

your stomach tightens, heat coiling low in your belly. you shouldn’t be listening to this. you should walk away, crawl into bed, do anything else, exhibit at least a modicum of respect for your roommate. but your traitorous feet move on their own, carrying you closer to vi’s bedroom door, slow and weightless, like you’re drifting through a dream. it’s plausible that you’re just disoriented and hazy from exhaustion, or maybe it’s something else entirely. maybe it’s the thought of vi getting her cunt fucked open in the next room over.

”please—fuck, please—slow down, i can’t—!”

vi, begging? you almost don’t believe it. she’s ordinarily so self-assured, so bossy—giving orders, not taking them, and certainly not asking.

there’s a muffled response, low and firm, authoritative in a way that makes you lean in despite yourself. whatever’s said only causes vi to unravel further—sets her off into thin, lambish whines, so high and needy that they claw at you. to put it bluntly, she sounds whorish, utterly vulnerable, and it’s unlike any noise you’ve ever heard from vi before. with a hint of guilt, you realize there’s a sharp pulse of heat ringing through your clit, molten-hot desire buzzing underneath your skin.

”i’m gonna—gonna cum again, unghhh! shit, shit, shit! baby, please—“

belatedly, you notice just how loud vi’s being, and it poses the question; is this why vi never brings girls home when you’re around? maybe it was never about curtesy, but instead, so you wouldn’t hear the way they fuck her until she cries? how she squeals like a pig every time their cock bottoms out against her cervix? how she breaks under the right touch?

then; a sharp slap cuts through the air and vi yelps. you picture her hookup smacking their hand against her pert ass, and the thought alone fans the flames of your imagination instantaneously. is vi on her hands and knees, getting fucked like a dog, while her fat, round ass ripples from how brutally she’s being used? perhaps red handprints are mapped across her ass cheeks? is she going cross-eyed, properly slack-jawed and brainless from how well her pussy is being filled?

the bed frame slams against the wall, hard enough to rattle a picture frame in the hallway, and you nearly moan aloud at the thought of vi being pounded into the mattress—without an ounce of mercy, naturally. the imagery of it all is so vivid, so obscene, that it bypasses rational thought altogether. against all decent intention, your hand is already slipping past the waistband of your pants.

fuck, you need this. it’ll be fine. vi won’t know. she won’t know a thing.

your body betrays you, because your pussy is already immensely slick where your index finger dips inside, receptive in a way that causes you to gasp quietly. you feel shame burn in your chest, but it’s promptly drowned out when vi keens again.

“hnnggfff—fuck, fuuuuck! ahh, ahh, ahh!”

her cries are magnetic, like a siren’s call, drawing you closer, until you have your ear pressed against her door like the degenerate you are. everything is clearer now—the sharp hitch of vi’s breath; the wet, slurping schlick her cunt makes as it sucks greedily on cock; the relentless percussion, plap, plap, plap of vi’s ass colliding against their skin. it has your cunt leaking like a cracked sieve into the damp ruin of your underwear.

and, god—her ass.

you’ve seen vi’s ass perky and constrained in her skintight jeans, seen it half-hidden and jiggling indecently against the cotton fabric of her workout short-shorts, but you’ve never witnessed it bare. it would be unequivocally pornographic, you imagine; the fatty tissue of her bubble butt rippling as her cunt is fucked open again and again. you ache to take a peak, just once and you’ll (maybe) be satiated.

with your head tilted close to the door, you catch the unmistakable sound of wet, deliberate kisses being pressed into vi’s neck—sucking an array of burgundy, half-moon marks onto her pale skin, you predict. a sick and unbearable part of you glowers at the prospect of vi being covered in someone else’s claim, but your your pussy only gets wetter when she whines at the attention—high, nasally protests that suggest her neck is more sensitive than she lets on.

abruptly, vi squeals like she’s been scorned, all pitchy and girlish, ”ahhh, you’re so—deep! deep in my fucking stomach—hnnghhh!”

every muffled plea she makes burrows deep under your skin like a thorn, and your tender clit thrums with a solemn, insistent throb. your pussy is indubitably crying out for vi! and you try to satiate the ache by rubbing your fingers quicker against your clit, harder, when you start to wonder if this isn’t merely lust, but the perilous realization that you’re enamored with your roommate.

oh god. how will you ever be able to look at vi the same after this? after you know how raspy her whines become while she has her pussy played with? after you’ve heard the way she gasps like a balloon losing air—staccato and squeaky—while her tiny hole is stuffed to the brim? every sound she makes stabs right into your core and you feel fuckdrunk, delirious, high off their sex, despite being an unbidden listener. 

then, albeit quickly, vi orgasms again—

“i’m—i’m cumming! ohhh, ohhhh, fuck! mmmghhh!”

it’s as if you’re tethered to her, a switch flipping inside you, because you follow in suit—coming in harsh, overwhelming waves. you’re gasping, squirming, flailing like a fish in shallow water, feebly attempting to muffle your noises behind your palm, with your other hand cradling your pussy. somewhere in the haze, you register the damp heat between your thighs, how egregiously soaked your underwear is.

once your orgasm subsides, clarity sets in; how could you do such a thing?—standing with your ear pressed against vi’s door, fingers sticky and pruned, realizing you just got off to the sound of your roommate being fucked. shame and exhilaration twists in your chest like a pretzel. 

but even then, vi’s moans linger in your mind like a ghost. shame prickles at the edges of your pleasure, accompanied by something darker—an insidious pull that makes your fingers twitch with the urge to do it again.

You were waiting for the loud ringing sound, the noise that told you to head into the pit. It was late and you’d already done 3 matches tonight but you knew you needed this last one, this one was special, you were going to be fighting Vi.

This wasn’t your first time fighting with Vi in the pit, you’d done it a million times before by now, she was the only person you couldn’t guarantee win or a lose.

You sighed as you shook off your nerves before the loud ringing of a bell went off and you headed into the centre of the concrete pit. The lights overhead were too bright almost blinding and the cheering or at this point screaming of the crowd was deafening, but you looked before you and saw Vi already in position ready to throw a hard punch. She was moving side to side, ready for the match to start.

The match began and you quickly side stepped out of the way from Vi’s fist that went flying towards your head, you quickly moved around behind her and jabbed her ribs causing her to immediately swing her arm around which hit your shoulder hard. You stumbled back slightly off balance but quickly dropped down as Vi swung again. You could tell she was tired, even though to the average person her attacks seemed precise, you knew that wasn’t the case. Vi was swinging for your head, she wanted this to be a quick match and you decided to be nice and make it one. You quickly moved and hit your first square in her gut causing her to grab her stomach as she doubled over gasping for air after you knocked the wind out of her.

The bell rang, calling that the match was over and many people sighed or cheered depending on who they were hoping to win. You looked down at Vi who seemed more hurt than she should’ve been, you knew that punch wasn’t hard enough to cause her to still be doubled over in pain after a minute. The crowds of people started to dissipate so you chose to crouch down by Vi and held your hand out for her to take if she wanted.

“Dude you good? I swear I didn’t punch you that hard, or I didn’t mean to at least.”

Vi looked up at you, gripping her ribs and took your hand to help her up before you both headed to the changing rooms.

“F-fine…m’ fine, just probably caught something, ya know?”

You hummed in response as you sat her down on a bench and went to get her some water.

“How come you’re doing all this? Usually you just go into your area until we meet up at the bar.”

You shrugged as you passed her the water bottle.

“I know I didn’t hit you hard enough for you to still be on the floor a good minute after I hit you. Plus you didn’t seem ok when we were fighting.”

Vi nodded as she drank some of the water. You both stayed there in silence as Vi took the occasional sip of water. It felt weird, you were both almost calm, just existing in each other’s presence, usually you both were either arguing, fighting or fucking, never an in between.

Vi stared at her hands which held the bottle of water, half zone out. That punch was in the same spot that Caitlyn punched her, just thinking of it made her feel ill, but at the same time all she wanted to do was curl up in her shitty bed which wasn’t even an actual bed.

You were just looking at her, knowing she wasn’t ok, Vi was usually cocky and would brush this whole thing off like it was nothing.

“Seriously you alright?”

Vi shrugged before getting up and grabbing her jacket.

“Yeah…told you ‘m fine.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Clearly you’re not fine so just spill.”

Vi huffed getting more pissed off that you wouldn’t just drop it.

“I told you I’m fine, for gods sake can’t you just take words at face value for once!? Seriously you don’t have to be all nosey and trying to get into my business all the damn time!”

You just stood there for a moment, shocked at her lashing out.

“I’m just making sure you’re ok! Is it that hard for you to acknowledge that someone gives a shit about you!?”

You knew you should drop this but for some reason you just couldn’t, you were worried about her, she never really acted like this.

“You don’t care about me all you’re here for is a good fuck and someone you can actually fight with!”

“That’s not true Vi and you know it!”

Vi turned on her heel and stormed out of the changing room and down to the last drop, where she spent most of her nights. You groaned and ran your hands down your face before going to your own changing area and grabbing all your things along with your earnings from the night, once you had everything you headed out and decided to just go home. The rest of the night you spent patching up any injuries, having a shower before going to bed.

Vi just stormed out the changing room, breathing heavily from the somewhat heated argument. Why couldn’t you just know when to shut up, it pissed her off like there was no tomorrow. She walked straight into the bar and ordered the same drink she always got, the more she drank the more she thought about Caitlyn and sometimes you. Loris wasn’t there anymore to help her out, she’d pushed him away too even though he was just trying to help her get through this.

After a few hours and way too many drinks she hobbled her way back to her apartment room. She dragged herself up the stairs, cursing every time she slipped. Once inside she dropped down into her makeshift bed which just consisted of 3 big pillows with a few rags thrown over it. She curled in on herself as she eventually passed out from sheer exhaustion and the amount of alcohol that was currently running through her system.

A few days had passed and you barely saw Vi, it was like she was purposely avoiding you, anytime you two had a match booked she just wouldn’t show up at all.

As the days passed you got more aggressive during your matches in the pit, you were pissed that Vi wasn’t talking to you, you felt guilty thinking some of it was your fault, along with a crap ton of other emotions you just couldn’t pinpoint what they were or why you were feeling them.

It was late at the bar, Vi was drinking herself away as always when she suddenly got pulled off the bar stool she was sitting at and dragged out the bar.

“What the fuck!?”

Vi quickly scrambled trying to move her drunken body fast enough and then she saw it was you, you were dragging her out of the bar. You pulled her into an alleyway and stared at her while she was slumped against the wall like a kicked puppy.

“Vi, why have you been avoiding me? Look I know I was being pushy the other night and shit but for gods sake we argue all the time what makes this one time different?”

Vi just sat there for a moment before talking in that usual cocky tone.

“Aww did you miss me angel?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed out of pure annoyance.

“Vi be fucking serious, or are you too piss drunk?”

Vi groaned in annoyance.

“No, ‘m not too drunk.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose before talking.

“Right, so answer my question why the fuck are you avoiding me?”

Vi looked down almost like she felt bad.

“Just… I got upset for reasons I don’t particularly want to talk about and I felt shitty alright? But if you want, we can pretend it never happened, I’ll make up for it, promise.”

You groaned even louder.

“For fucks sake Vi…”

Vi just sat there and she did look guilty, that sad puppy eyed look was on her face and it made you feel guilty for being mad at her. You groaned once again before talking.

“Fine… whatever we’ll forget about this ok but don’t do this again alright.”

Vi nodded and got up, she immediately went to kiss you but you stopped her.

“How many drinks?”

Vi paused for a second before answering.

“Just the one, was gonna have a second but someone dragged me out the bar.”

You rolled her eyes but let her kiss you, you knew Vi could tolerate her alcohol way too well so her having one drink wasn’t too bad.

You both got back to Vi’s apartment, making out and hands wandering. You pushed her onto the makeshift bed and started kissing down her jaw then her neck and down to her collarbone as you pulled at her bandages that were binding her chest. Vi was just staring at you like some lovesick puppy while you kissed and marked along her body, you noticed her stare and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s up with that look?”

Vi just shrugged like it was obvious.

“You’re just so pretty…”

You sat up and just stared right back at her, slightly shocked she had said that, Vi wasn’t usually verbally affectionate, well not like that, usually she’s cocky and just says whatever you want to hear but this time it felt honest.

“You sure you’re not drunk?”

“God, can’t a girl give a compliment anymore?”

You rolled your eyes before leaning down to kiss her, it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss, it was hard and aggressive like you two couldn’t get enough of each other no matter how hard you tried. Vi’s hands moved to support your hips while you groped at her now unbound chest causing her to groan against your lips and grip your waist tighter. When you pulled back and began to kiss down her torso, she whined and quickly covered her mouth to muffle any noises she made, but you quickly pulled her hand away and tutted.

“Ah ah ah, Vi you know I like hearing you.”

Vi let out a shaky breath and just stared at you, she looked almost drunk on pleasure, her eyes full of lust as she suddenly let out a loud almost guttural moan when she felt you press your thumb against her clit through her trousers. You carefully hooked your fingers into the waistband of her jeans and slowly, painfully slowly, pulled them off her legs causing Vi to groan in annoyance.

“For fucks sake can you move any slower.”

The second she said that you immediately started moving even slower.

“I didnt mean literally!”

You rolled your eyes before pulling her jeans completely off and almost immediately after, starting to pull off her underwear. Vi let out a small whine at the feeling of cold air hitting her now exposed cunt which was practically dripping wet. You smirked slightly at seeing just how needy she was and you immediately started running your ring and middle finger up her slit, before rubbing tight circles on her clit. Vi’s thighs threatened to close around your hand but you immediately pushed her legs back open, your fingers digging into the firm muscles in her thighs.

“Keep them open for me, you can behave can't you? You'll be a good girl for me?”

You kept rubbing her clit and holding eye contact with her, she was slowly becoming a desperate whiny mess right in front of your eyes and you were enjoying every second of it. Vi's head fell back as she moaned loudly when you started to pick up the pace. Not long after Vi's legs were shaking like a leaf.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don't stop baby, please ‘m so close.”

Once she was right on the edge, you pulled your fingers away causing a surprisingly pathetic moan to escape her lips.

“No, please baby, please let me cum, need it s’ freaking bad.”

You shrugged as you lifted your fingers up to her lips.

“Suck. Come on, be good for me and suck.”

Vi carefully took your fingers into her mouth and began to gently suck on them, her eyes slowly closing as she got lost in the feeling. After a moment you pulled them out and ran your hand down to her needy pussy and began to press against her hole which kept clenching around nothing. Vi's face flushed in from how much she needed you. She felt a sudden wave of heat rushing straight down between her thighs, she kept groaning and whining like she just couldn't help herself. You slipped two fingers into her hole and immediately started curling them to hit that one spot that made her legs shake and her hips buck up into your hand. The second she got close to cumming again you'd pull your hand completely away causing her to get more and more oversensitive. By the end of the first hour of you constantly teasing her she was a whining blabbering mess begging for you to let her cum, her skin slightly shining with a thin layer of sweat as her hair stuck to her forehead.

“Please, need to cum so bad, please baby, I'm sorry for being a dick and avoiding you the last few days just please let me cum.”

You sat there to think about it , humming softly just to make a point of it. You knew you were being petty about this, she had apologised multiple times for being an ass to you, but at the same time you did get a weird sadistic enjoyment at watching her squirm and whine because she needed you so bad.

“Fine, I'll let you cum. hold your legs up for me. That's it, good girl.”

Vi held her very shaky legs up against her chest as you leaned down and began to lick long strokes from her needy hole, to her clit before sucking on the little bundle of nerves between your lips. Vi was gasping, her short nails digging into the flesh of her thighs as you ate her out like there was no tomorrow. You moved your fingers to run up against her hole and immediately pushed in your ring and middle finger, giving her little time to adjust to the penetration.

“Oh fuck! Baby ‘m close, so close. Please dont stop please, need to cum so fucking bad.

You hummed against her clit as you moved your fingers faster which soon pushed her over the edge, she came hard, her legs tensing as her back arched off the bed.

she eventually came down but almost immediately flipped you over and started to kiss down your chest and groped your ass before forcing your legs open for her to slot between them.

“You were so mean, teasing me like that.”

Vi spent a good hour and a half teasing you just as bad as you teased her, not letting you cum once until she finally, after what felt like an eternity let you cum against her mouth.

most of the night was spent with you two taking terns on fucking each other completely sensless until the pair of you were curled up against each other, completely sex drunk as the pair of you came down from your high.

“I definitely need to piss you off more often, that was so good.”

You hummed against her chest as you snuggled up against her chest, slowly running your nails along her abs, mapping out the muscles and scars that littered her skin, smirking when you felt her muscles tense under your hands before relaxing once again. In the end you both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, which was actually the first time that you two had slept together, usually either you or Vi would leave the apartment before even falling asleep. Neither of you wanted to admit it but there were definitely feelings there, feelings that you both tried to ignore.

By the next morning Vi woke up and went to reach for you only to feel the cold pillows next to her, she looked around the room before groaning and laying back in bed, knowing you had left without a word. For a while she just laid there, staring at the wall, thinking about the night before, she eventually got up and went on with her day.

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