love â.Ëŕź | mid-20s | latina
hopeless romantic with a concerning attachment to muscular fictional women and traumatized men with haunted eyes.
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requests are OPENâ iâm priorizing the pride & bloom ones, but u can drop any other req! just be patient pls
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I genuinely think Iâve read every single one of your vi fics I canât get enough I need MORE
This might be a weird request but can you maybe write an experienced!vi x virgin!reader who never learned how to properly touch themself and vi teaches them how 𫣠this is my first ever request starting off a little strong lmao
the great inbox cleanout of 2k26
+18, mdni; vi-shaped and all that jazz
"just like that..."
"mm -- ngh -- ah --"
"shh... you're doing so good for me, hm?" vi's voice is ground low in her chest, her breath shallow; she feels slightly insane like this, perched on the edge of your bed, watching as you run your fingers through your dripping cunt, her voice guiding you through it all like --
"v-vi -- please --"
what she would've done to hear you begging like this a month ago, when she was daydreaming about fucking you into the mattress, only to find out (via one drunken night) that you're a virgin and hadn't even really ever learned to touch yourself it.
she'd offered before she could stop herself, the scorching prickle of shame and arousal inching up her spine even as she held her breath, waiting for you to respond.
she didn't think there could be anything hotter than watching you flush then, your breath catching before you give her a tiny, nervous nod.
but now, seeing you like this, twitching and whining (and she hasn't even touched you yet -- but that was kind of the point, wasn't it?), she thinks that this is probably the hottest thing she's ever seen.
she's not gonna survive fucking you. really. if you let her.
and really. she can't see why you wouldn't. not when it looks like she could get you to agree to anything like this --
"please vi -- i -- i can't --"
"you're doing so good, pretty girl..." she murmurs, leaning down despite herself, her lip twitching up as she whispers against the lobe of your hear, the scent of you making her head spin, "gonna show me how much prettier you are when you cum for me?"
"mmngh -- !!!"
and that's it -- she pulls back just far enough to watch you tip over the edge, watch as the spasms work through your body, a wave of tiny electric pulses, the rise of gooseflesh along your skin, the way your head tilts back into the plush of your pillow.
"fuck --" she breathes, watching, watching, her eyes so dark in the waning light, the pale ice of her irises nearly eclipsed by the black of her pupils. she hasn't been this turned on in... ever, she thinks.
"s-sorry..." you blink, lashes fluttering. vi groans, letting her head drop into the sheets next to your shoulder.
"don't," she says, helpless.
"don't... what?"
vi sighs, "don't... say it like that --"
"like... what?"
you let out the tiniest whimper as you tug your sticky fingers from between your legs, pursing your lips. vi looks up before reaching out with slow hands to take your wrists.
"like you haven't had enough," she says, leaning in to suck a finger into her mouth, groaning as she does, "like," she moves to another finger, "you want me," and another, "to do that to you," another, "all over again."
breeding kink because imagine putting her into a mating press, pushing her legs next to her head, my strap ramming her pretty hole till sheâs a blabbering mess, eyes rolling back and drooling, dumbed out from her previous orgasms, pretty pussy leaking while i keep squeezing her face and telling her how pretty she would look all knocked up for me.
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iâm way behind the pride & bloom reqs but iâve been on a hyper productive weeks-long episode on every other aspect of my life:
you know how theatre kids call the week before a play debuts hell week? well summerâs just around the corner and itâs hell months for me (the may-sept period is particularly awful workload-wise)
been working a lot on my creative hobbies!! iâve been making beaded bracelets and keychains and necklaces for me & my friends & the kids i work with
weâre in the middle of moving and iâve been rearranging my new room over and over again (and iâm nowhere finished cause i gotta bring some stuff from the old house + buy new furniture but itâll be future-loveâs problem)
iâve been spending most of my time reading + listening to music cause itâs either that or being alone with my own thoughts (and we donât want that). according to my listening stats, i went from around 400 minutes a week (on a good week) to over 2.1k just these past few days (â_â)
iâve also tried to catch up on some shows n movies lately. iâm currently rewatching some marvel movies + hotdâs newest (and iâm trying to go to the movies more often too)
still have to catch up with the pityâs 2nd season and iwtvâs 3rd one, and i am planning on seeing supergirl, the odyssey and spider-man bnd next month so⌠wish me (and my wallet) luck
the most exciting part⌠i bought my first car!! if things go as planned, iâll be driving myself (and my gf ofc) around from now on. we just gotta get some stuff fixed up these days and then itâs all hands on deck
i am falling on a bucky barnes rabbit hole. rewatching the marvel movies rekindled all my feelings for him. itâs got me seriously considering on writing for him cause, and i canât stress this enough, i love him so fucking much
sooo⌠yeah. my gf thinks i may be in a manic episode cause there have been way too many changes and high-stress situations in my life lately buuut iâm just hoping this is me kind of getting my stuff together yâknow??
hi lovely!! I was wondering if for pride and bloom what you thought about soft mornings with vi - morning before their first parade, both of them having woken up too early from excitement and laying there simply existing with each other. mybe even after a year or so together readers heart still reacts like the first time they cuddled. like vi laying with her head on reader's chest, maybe leaves a kiss there and reader's heart beat picks up/chest heats up and vi can feel it and teases her about it. reader is unashamedly down bad like well I don't think I'll ever stop having a crush on you. just very soft, playful. thank you and happy pride!! <3
awww yes yes i love this! i headcanon vi as the type of person who's used to living life on the fast lane, always living on edge and braced for impact all the time. but thanks to you, she's learned to slow it down and let herself to enjoy, to actually live and appreciate even the smallest moment
waking up early? vi would barely get any sleep the night before. she'd be too giddy and excited, so she kept waking up every couple of hours only to force herself to fall asleep again. it's a cycleâ wake up with a smile on her face and heart hammering against her chest, close her eyes until she drifts off, wake up 40 minutes later, sleep again.
it goes on and on, until she finally quits trying to sleep around 6am. it's way too early, she's slept way too poorly, but she's practically shaking with excitement. you'd think she'd be exhausted, but she's wide-awake and invigorated as if she just slept 12 hours straight.
you'd be woken up by a tingling sensation all over your faceâ your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, the outline of your jaw, the curve of your neck. your eyes flutter open, bright pink hair falling on your face as vi keeps kissing it over and over again.
you chuckle, and vi's grin widens at the sound of it. her mouth trails up your neck, jaw, and face until her lips meet yours in a kiss so tender, so gentle, so full of love that your heart makes a flip.
"mornin', baby," her voice is rough from sleep, her powder-blue eyes looking at you with devotion. one of her arms sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer to her as she plants a new kiss on your shoulder.
"g'morning, vi," your hand plays absentmindedly with her hair. "mmm, it's so dark outside. what time is it?"
vi looks at the clock on the nightstand. "six-thirty."
your eyes widen, and you're about to grumble in disagreement, but vi shifts slightly until she's snuggling on top of you, her head lying over your chest as her arms tighten gently around your waist. her hair is a tangled mess, the longer strands fanned out over you and prickling at your exposed skin.
your heart beats like a drum and heat crawls up your neck as her lips brush delicately against your chest. vi notices, of course she does, and she props herself onto her elbow as her mouth tugs upward.
"oh my," her eyebrows are lifted slightly, an amused expression on her face, "your heart'sâ"
"oh, shut it," you hide your face in the palms of your face, and you can feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
"you have a crush on me," vi says in a singing voice, clearly teasing you. she chuckles, lying her head back on your chest and pulling you even closer. "that's so embarrassing, babe."
you huff out a laugh, eyes peeking between your fingers to glance at her briefly. she shoots you a playful smirk as soon as your eyes meet, and any other day you would tease her back, call her an idiot, or start a pillow fight.
but today? today your heart's so full of love, so thrilled at the thought of going to your first ever pride parade with your girlfriend. so delighted with the fact that you get to wake up by her side and fall asleep next to her, with the fact that she's the very first thing you see in the morning, the last person you speak to at night, and the one you're constantly thinking about.
"iâ i don't think i'll ever..." you take a shaky breath, and suddenly vi's smirk falters. she blinks once, shifting until she's hovering over you, but she stays silent, giving you the chance to finish the thought. "i'll never stop... crushing on you."
vi's heart warms at the sight of youâ bottom lip caught in between your teeth, eyes sparkling underneath dark eyelashes, nervousness clear in your features.
"i'll never stop having a crush on you," she repeats, one of her hands coming up to cup one of your cheeks. "i love you."
your eyes flutter close as vi's thumb traces your cheekbone, and you lean into her touch. she smiles lovingly, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before repositioning herself, once again lying on top of you.
your hands thread into her hair, playing with it as her hands now trace random shapes on your arms, and she hums in delight. her head is once again on your chest, and her heart quickly matches the drumming of yours.
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iâve been rewatching a couple of mcu movies and it brought back all the love i have for bucky. like heâs the absolute best character⌠his storyline, his arc, his development god itâs all so heart wrenching. i will literally kill for that man!!
SYNOPSIS: You and Abby are failing miserably at picking women up at the bar tonight for a reason both of you are completely oblivious to.
WC: 2.3k | CW: abby x fem!reader. established fwb relationship, non-exclusive. public sex (bar's bathroom), oral (r!receiving), abby's a teaser and edger if you squint lightly.
a/n: finished writing this at 2am and i'm tired as hell but it was absolutely worth it cause i loved the dynamics!! fwb with abby? where do i sign up???
âSo like, Iâve been coming to this bar for like two years and Iâve never actually talked to anyone here,â the girl says, and Abby leans closer with practiced ease.
The thing is, itâs been fifteen minutes and she canât remember the girlâs name. Itâs too late to ask for it now, though. Itâs clear sheâs interested, sheâs been laughing at Abbyâs jokes, leaning in and making eye contact that lingers just a second too long.
Sheâs pretty, too. Redhead, bright green eyes, an easy smile and very straightforward attitude. Exactly what Abby needs tonight.
âWell,â Abby grins. âYouâre talking to me now. Thatâs gotta be something, right?â
The girl laughs, and Abby feels that small spark of triumph. The nightâs finally turning around. Sheâs been striking out all evening, every single person sheâs approached seemed to lose interest within the first couple of minutes. But finally, somethingâs working, and sheâs definitely taking this girl home tonight toâ
âTriple whiskey, neat. Please,â Abbyâs entire body goes still as she recognizes that voice.
She turns around almost immediately, and there you are. If they light rasp in your voice didnât give away how frustrated you are, the way youâre tensing your jaw and holding your head in your hands surely does. Your shoulders are taut, carrying the weight of whatever awful night you must be having in them.
âHey, babe,â Abby calls, and it comes out easier than it should. You lift your head at the sound of her voice, and relief flashes across your face. It makes Abbyâs chest tight in a way that has nothing to do with the girl she was just flirting with. âWhatchu getting?â
The redhead âcome on, Abby, seriously, whatâs her name?â shifts beside Abby, and Abby feels it more than she sees it. Itâs subtle, a micro adjustment, so she doesnât mind it.
âThe strongest thing they have,â you say, and you mean it. The exhaustion is clear in your voice, and itâs all Abby needed to confirm you are having a rough night.
Without thinking, she waves the bartender over. âWhatever she drinks all night long, put it on my tab, alright?â
âGot it,â he nods as he slides your drink over.
âThanks,â you reach for it, downing it down in a moment before setting the glass with a low thump on the counter. âAnother.â
Abby chuckles, letting her free hand come up and squeeze yours as a quick reassurance.
âThanks, hun,â you say, squeezing back before letting go. âDonât worry. Nightâs still young.â
But Abbyâs already turning back to the redhead, reality crashing back in. Right, she was in the middle of a potential hookup.
âSo hey,â she puts the smile back on, her voice taking on that practiced lightness once more. âWould you maybe wanna come back to my place? Iâve got a really goodââ
âUm, sorry,â the girlâs smile has shifted. Itâs more polite and distant now. Her eyes flicker between the two of you for a moment before she grabs her purse, already standing up. âMaybe another time, yeah?â
Sheâs gone before Abby can even respond, melting back into the crowd as if she was never there at all.
Abby stands frozen, staring at the space where the redhead was. The bass thuds around her, indifferent at what seems to be her third loss of the night. Across the bar, youâre nursing your second drink, staring at the back of her head with knitted brows.
âWhat the fuck,â Abby mutters, turning back towards the bar just as the bartender comes over, and she points at your now empty glass. âGimme two of those.â
The bartender nods and gets to work. Abby slumps on the stool right next to you, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. She can feel you staring at her now, the weight of your attention too familiar to go unnoticed.
âOkay, what the hell is happening to us tonight?â you ask, a mix of frustration and amusement on your voice. âIâve had two girls nope out on me already.â
Abby laughs despite herself, a sharp and bitter sound. âTwo? Iâve got three. The last oneââ she gestures vaguely at the space where the redhead disappeared, ââliterally seemed into it until you showed up.â
âI showed up?â you turn to face her fully now, eyebrows raised. âDonât start blaming me, Iâm not trying to steal your girls. I wasnât even looking at her.â
âWhat is it then?â she takes a long sip of her drink as soon as the bartender slides it over, nose scrunching at the bitterness. âDo I have a sign on my back or something? Tonight fucking sucks.â
You glance at her, and despite everything, you feel that familiar pull of attraction. Frustration makes her jaw tight, her neck flexing as she takes another sip, and your eyes trail down the curve of it almost against your will. Her arms are tense too, muscles flexed slightly, and thereâs something about angry Abby thatâs always gotten under your skin in every way possible.
âOkay, so like,â you force yourself to look away, trying to redirect your train of thought. âEarlier I was talking to this girl at the dance floor, right? Remember, pretty blonde girl with black tips?â
âYeah, yeah, I was with that cute brunette over there, too.â
âRight, and we all started, yâknow, dancing together,â you nod, frowning as you remember. âWe were vibing, really vibing, and thenâ I dunno, she just said something about going to the bathroom and never came back.â
âYeah, I know, I was right next to you,â Abby sighs, grabbing the second glass of whiskey and downing it before continuing. âThe brunette and I ended up at the pool table and she seemed so interestedâ she even tried teaching me how to play. I remember telling her how good at it you were, and then sheâs all like âohh, I have to look for my friendsâ and just left!â
âWhatâs going on? Itâs fucking Pride and we canât get ourselves a good fuck,â you groan, throwing your head backwards in irritation.
Abby gets a full view of your throat, the curve of your neck exposed, and her eyes set on a light bruise thatâs finally fading nowâ a hickey she had left there a week ago. The memory makes heat crawl up her own chest, and she canât help but smirk at it.
âI donât know,â Abby says, her voice coming out a bit rougher than intended. âAm I losing my touch?â
âBelieve me,â you say, turning to face her again. âIf they knew your touch, they wouldnât be leaving the club without it.â
Abbyâs smirk deepens. âYou think so?â
âI know so.â
Thereâs a beat of charged silence between you for a moment, before you speak again.
âDo I not look tonight or what?â you ask, and thereâs real vulnerability underneath the joke. âLike, is there something wrong with how I look?â
Abby lets her eyes drag slowly down your frame. Your top clings to your chest and curves just perfectly. She takes in the way youâre sitting, the slight curve of your back, the curve of your thighs against the bar stool, and suddenly her mouth is dry.
When her eyes meet yours again, thereâs a heat in them that has nothing to do with the whiskey sheâs been drinking. She leans in closer, lips brushing your ear and sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body.
âYou look absolutely delicious,â her voice is low now, and your breath catches instantly. âCould eat you up right now.â
Five minutes later, youâre in the barâs bathroom, Abby dropped to her knees, head buried between your thighs. Her tongue traces patterns that make your thighs shake, and you have to grip the edge of the sink to keep yourself upright.
âFuck, Abby,â you gasp, your free hand finding her hear and threading through it as she works you over. She moans against you, and the vibration sends a jolt of pleasure through your entire body.
Your hips are moving against her face on their own, chasing the pleasure sheâs giving you, and the coil in your stomach is tightening alreadyâ
She pulls back so suddenly, you whine at the loss of her touch. Sheâs smirking, and you would absolutely smack her if it wasnât for the fact that your legs feel like jelly and youâre pretty sure youâd topple over if you tried.
âYouâre so fucking desperate,â she murmurs, an annoying grin on her face. âWanna come all over my face, donât you?â
âWhat the fuck,â your fingers tighten in her hair, tugging her closer but she pulls away again. âAbs, stop teasing!â
âIâm having my time with you,â her lips trail across your thighs lightly, teeth grazing softly at your skin.
âEither you finish what you started or Iâll find someone else who will.â
Abby stills completely. You feel her tense against you, and when she pulls back enough to look up at you, her eyes are darkâ not with amusement anymore, but a fiercer feeling. Possessiveness.
âNo one,â she starts, voice low and unwavering, âcan make you cum like I do. You know that.â
Itâs cocky, itâs conceited, and itâs absolutely true. No one knows your body like she does, and itâs so infuriating. No one else can read the way you move, anticipate what you want, and give you exactly what you need before you knew you needed it in the first place.
âProve it,â you challenge, tugging her hair again.
She dives back in without hesitation, and this time thereâs no teasing, no pulling back. Abbyâs all intensity now, her mouth and tongue working you like itâs her only goal in life. She flattens her tongue against your clit and drags it in slow, heavy strokes that make your vision blur at the edges.
âRight there,â you pant, your hips bucking against her face. âFuck, yes, yes, yesââ
Your voice cracks as she doubles down, circling your clit with the tip of her tongue in tight, maddening spirals. Her hands slide up your thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft of your skin just below where her mouth works you, holding you open for her.
You can hear how wet you are. Obscene, slick sounds echo off the tile walls mixed with Abbyâs greedy noises. Sheâs messy and unapologetic about it, her chin and lips shining with your arousal as she pulls back just enough to suck your clit between her lips, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. She releases it a moment later with a wet pop and looks up at you, her lips swollen and glistening.
âYou taste so fucking good,â she growls, and then sheâs back, burying her face in you. Your hand in her hair is gripping tight enough to hurt, but she doesnât flinch. If anything, she moans louder, and the vibration pushes you closer to the edge.
âPlease,â youâre whimpering now, grinding against her face shamelessly. âPlease, Abby, Iâm so close.â
She shifts her grip, one hand sliding off your thigh. Two fingers push inside you without warning, curling immediately to find that spot that makes your back arch. Her mouth stays on your clit, sucking and flicking, while her fingers work you from withing, pressing and stroking in a rhythm so delicious the coil in your stomach tightens to a breaking point.
Your thighs are trembling violently now, your breath coming in short gasps that sound more like sobs.
âCome on, baby,â she mumbles against you, the words muffled slightly but still clear. âCome for me, please, please, baby.â
Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, and you cry out, not giving a fuck if anyone hears outside. Abby rides it out with you, her fingers slowing and her tongue gentling, but not entirely stopping. Your hips jerk involuntarily, oversensitive now, but she holds you through it, milking your pleasure until youâre gasping, utterly wrecked.
When she finally pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, thereâs a triumphant expression on her face. You slide down the sink, legs useless, and she catches you, her arms wrapping around your waist as she stands.
âTold you.â Sheâs so smug about it, clearly satisfied with herself. âNo one but me.â
âAsshole,â you mutter, but youâre smirking too, fingers tracing the curve of her jaw where your arousal still glistens.
âReady to go back out there?â Abby asks, her eyes roaming over your face with a mischievous look. âYouâre practically glowing now. Bet youâll have better luck picking up women now.â
 âWhat about you?â You gesture vaguely at the way sheâs avoiding pressing her thighs together. âAre you walking away just like that?â
Abbyâs smile turns slow and secretive. She glances down at the floor, spotting the black lace sheâd rip off your body earlier. She bends to retrieve it, the fabric catching the harsh bathroom light as she straightens.
âWell,â she meets your eyes as she folds the lace, deliberately tucking it into her back jeans pocket. âIâve got my lucky charm right here now.â
Your mouth goes dry. âYou canât be serious.â
âIâm dead serious.â
You step back into the bar a couple of minutes later, after fixing each other up as best as you could. The crowd has thickened, bodies pressed together, and Abbyâs hands finds the small of your back, guiding you through the people toward the counter.
Both of you end up parting ways and attempting conversation with a couple of women. You keep having to be careful, adjusting your skirt constantly, acutely aware that youâre not wearing anything underneath it now. The fabric keeps riding up, and you have to keep tugging it down every time you move.
At one point, you scan the crowd and spot Abby at the far end near the dance floor, talking to a pretty girl with dark hair. You canât help but chuckle as you catch a glimpse of your black lace panties peeking out of her back pocket.
The girl sheâs talking to leans in closer, but Abby glances back over her own shoulder and her eyes meet you for a moment. A low, satisfied smirk spreads across her face.
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doesnât matter when or where, sheâs just gotta have you near.
at a party where thereâs no seats? sheâs pulling you onto her lap before you can even think about it.
at a hangout where you definitely have more than one seating option? her lap
and if youâre not comfortable sitting on her lap for any reason then sheâs just gonna sit so so so close to you.
at a restaurant, sat at booth or table? sheâs either scooting your chair closer to hers or youâre both sitting on the same side of the booth pressed together.
at home and watching tv on the couch? she has your legs or maybe even your head on her lap
sheâs always holding your hand, has her arm slung over your shoulder or waist, a hand on your lower back or just somewhere close to you.
SYNOPSIS: Never in a million years you thought you'd have to thank a TikTok trend for helping you hook up with the hottest girl you've ever seen.
WC: 2.4k | CW: vi x fem!reader. nsfw, mdni. fingering (r!receiving), vi's a praiser, public sex (a club's bathroom). it's a quickie, some good old fashioned pwp.
a/n: i... have a thing with writing public bathroom sex with vi lol we're officially entering p&b's last couple of days! i still have two nsfw wips + pending requests but feel free to drop any ideas on my ask. enjoyyyy
The club is exactly what you needed tonight. Itâs loud enough to drown your own thoughts, and crowded enough that no one expects you to make conversation. Youâre here with your friends Mira and Jade, tucked into a little corner near the VIP section with a good view of basically everything, which is why you canât help noticing her.
Sheâs standing with a group of friends near the opposite end of the bar, wearing a dark tank top, muscular arms on full display. Her hairâs a bold, unapologetic hot shade of pink that somehow manages to catch every light in the club. Every few moments, she looks around and scans the crowd with an intimidating confidence. And for the nth time tonight, those bright powder-blue eyes find you.
The first time it happened, you almost choked on your drink. The second time, you quickly looked away, suddenly very interested in your phone. By the third time, you just let yourself meet her gaze for a beat longer than you should, admiring the smirk that spread across her lips.
Now, sheâs laughing with her friends and throwing her head back without a care.
âGirl, what are you staring at?â Jade nudges you, following your line of sight. âOh, sheâs totally your type.â
âSheâs so fucking hot,â Mira leans in. âYou have to take her home tonight.â
Youâre saved from having to respond by a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find a girl with purple glitter on her cheekbones and an excited smile. Thereâs a tag that has the word âstaffâ written on pinned to her top.
âHey! Weâre doing this game tonight to celebrate Pride,â she gestures behind her, and your brows lift up at the sight of two girls are making out against the wall. âItâs trending on TikTok. Weâre asking hot people who theyâd make out with, then try to make it happen. You in?â
Your friends are suddenly very interested. Miraâs practically vibrating with excitement beside you, while Jade letâs out a playful gasp and grabs your wrist to shake it happily.
âShe is!â
âUh,â before you can overthink it, you nod. âYeah, okay. Sounds fun.â
The staff girl beams. âGreat! Lemme start recording.â
She gives her phone to her coworker, stepping up closer to you as she grabs a mini wireless mic. The guy gives you a thumbs up as he starts recording, and the staff girl shoots at smile toward the camera.
âOnto our next hottie!â she turns to look at you. âWho would you make out with if you could, babe?â
Your eyes betray you immediately, glancing toward the pink-haired girl at the bar without hesitation. Sheâs mid-laugh with her friends, that sharp jawline catching the light. Heat floods your entire face.
God, hopefully this does not go viral.
âThat girl on the bar,â you say quietly, pointing across the room. âThe one with the pink hair.â
The staff girlâs face lights up. âOh, sheâs hot! Okay, Iâm gonna go talk to her. Stay here, yeah?â
Before you can second-guess yourself, both of the staff members are gone, weaving through the crowd toward the bar. Your friends are losing itâ Miraâs practically screaming into her hands, Jadeâs squeezing your arm hard enough to leave marks.
Viâs downing down third drink of the night, completely clueless at whatâs going on the other end of the club, when someone taps her shoulder. She turns around to find one of the clubâs marketing staff vibrating with energy, while the other has a phone in hand pointed right at her.
âHey! Question, would you be down to play our game?â The staff girl doesnât even wait for a real answer before continuing. âWeâre asking people whoâd they make out with, and we try and make it happen. Itâs for TikTok, just for funsies.â
Viâs about to say no, sheâs not really the viral TikTok type, when the staff girl adds something that catches her attention.
âThereâs actually this really cute girl who picked you.â
Vi tilts her head to the side, brows knitting together. âYeah? Who?â
The staff girl points across the room, and Viâs eyes follow the direction of her finger directly to a girl from the VIP section. Sheâs taken aback once she notices itâs you, the girl whoâs been catching her eye all night. But now youâre staring at her with flushed cheeks, your friends clearly freaking out beside you.
âHell yeah,â Vi says, and she must sound pretty eager because the staff girl is grinning like sheâs just made the best deal of her life. âYeah, Iâm in. Letâs do it.â
âAmazing! Letâs go introduce you, câmon, câmon.â
Vi can feel her heart pounding in her throat as she follows the staff girl through the crowd, leaving her drink and her friends behind. This is stupid, sheâs being stupid. But maybe, the universe is doing her a favor here, because sheâs been trying to figure out to talk to you all night without looking like a creep.
The staff girl leads her right up to the VIP section, and there you are. Up close, she finds you even more striking. And youâre clearly nervous, which for some reason she thinks itâs absolutely endearing.
âOkay, ready?â the staff girl positions herself in front of the phone again, smiling brightly as her coworker starts recording. âSo! Weâre here withââ
You lean into the mic as she props it toward you. âY/N.â
Your voice is softer than Vi expected. Your eyes meet again, and the corner of Viâs mouth tugs upward.
âAndââ
âIâm Vi,â she says, taking a step closer toward you. Close enough she can feel the warmth radiating off your skin and catch the subtle scent of your perfume.
The staff girl steps back, grinning with excitement. âSo, are you guys gonnaââ
Vi raises an eyebrow in question, giving you a chance to back out to if you want to. Your cheeks are impossibly red, but you rest your hands over Viâs arms and caress them lightly.
Thatâs all the permission she needs.
Vi reaches out, hand finding your jaw with surprising gentleness, and tilts your chin up before closing the distance. At first, itâs a bit shyâ sheâs hyperaware of the staff members recording, of your friends losing their minds, and her own friends probably watching in shock from across the room. But the second she feels you lean into her, control goes out the window.
She pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, and you let out a low moan that goes straight through Vi like lightning. She slides one hand to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, and the kiss becomes more urgent.
Your fingers find the way up to her shoulders and dig slightly into the skin there, kissing her back with an intensity that steals Viâs breath and makes her head spin. She tilts her head, and even gets a taste of the fruity drink you had earlier.
The crowd and the cameras and everything else fades away the moment she feels you bite gently at her lower lip. Her grip on your hair tightens slightly, and you shudder against her.
When she finally pulls back, fighting every instinct to just keep kissing you, both of you are breathing hard. All Vi can focus is on youâ the way youâre biting your lower lip, hands still on her shoulders, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening from the kiss.
âOkay, thatâs definitelyâ yeah, thanks,â the staff girl laughs, shaking her head as they stop recording. âI think we got it. You two⌠wow.â
But Viâs already thinking ahead. The club is packed, and she wants you alone now. She needs you.
She leans just enough to murmur against your ear, low enough only for you to hear. âWanna go somewhere more private?â
You nod without hesitation, and Vi takes your hand as she leads you toward the back of the club. Your friends and the staff members move out of the way, not before Mira letâs out an excited gasp.
The staff girl groans, throwing her head back. âUgh, not again.â
Luckily, the bathroom is empty. Vi barely lets the door close behind you before sheâs pushing you against it, hands finding your waist, and kissing you again. You gasp into her mouth and immediately kiss her back, your hands sliding up her back and settling on her shoulders.
Vi shifts you two around, walking you backward until the backs of your legs hit the counter, and she lifts you up easily, settling you on the edge with a low grunt of effort.
âThis okay?â she asks, pulling back just enough to check in.
âYeah,â you breathe, pulling her closer. âYeah, more than okay.â
Vi dips her head and starts kissing along your jawline, down your neck, and finding that sensitive spot where your shoulder meets your collarbone that makes you gasp. She sucks lightly, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to leave a small mark for you to remember her.
Your hands find the hem of her tank top and youâre pulling it up slightly, running your fingers across her abs, and Vi shivers. She pulls back enough to look at you, eyes dark with desire.
âTell me if you want to stop,â she says, and thereâs tenderness in her voice despite the intensity of the moment.
âListen, youâre so kind,â you start, staring at her from beneath your eyelashes, âbut I need you to fuck me, please.â
You capture her lips again, fingers threading through her pink hair and tugging gently, and she groans into your mouth. Her hands slide from your waist to your thighs, gripping slightly as she pulls you closer to the edge of the counter.
You can feel how much she wants you by the way her hands shake slightly as they move over your skin, the way sheâs breathing hard between kisses, the way she keeps saying your name whenever you dig your nails into her skin.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful,â Vi murmurs against your neck, lips lapping at that sensitive spot again.
She pulls back to look at you properly, and you can feel your stomach twist at the sightâ her hair is slightly messed up, her lips are red and swollen, and her eyes look at you with such hunger and intensity your legs start trembling.
The sound of the club throbs outside, the bass vibrating through the walls, but youâre more focused on the soft sounds youâre both making. Viâs thigh presses between yours, and you gasp, your head falling back against the mirror behind you. She takes the opportunity to kiss down your throat, her hands finding the curve of your waist and sliding under your shirt.
âTell me what you want,â she whispers against your skin.
Youâre too caught up in the feeling of her against you, all you can manage to answer with are soft gasps and whimpers.
Vi pulls back suddenly, and the loss of her touch makes you whine. She grabs your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to meet her eyes.
âHey,â her voice is lower now, commanding in a way that makes heat pool between your legs. âUse your words.â
Thereâs a sharp intensity in her eyes that you werenât expecting at all. God, she is so hot.
âCâmon,â her thumb brushes across your jawline. âWant me to fuck you or not?â
âYour fingers,â the words tumble out. âPlease. I need your fingers inside me.â
Vi doesnât waste any time. She pushes your skirt up around your waist and runs a finger along the inside of your thigh, tracing the edge of your underwear, and she hisses as she can feel how soaked you are even through the fabric.
âSo wet for me already,â she murmurs almost to herself, and the statement makes heat flood to your cheeks. She hooks a finger into your underwear and pulls it aside, exposing you completely. âFuck, youâre perfect.â
She slides a finger inside you slowly, and the sensation is so intense you have to grip her shoulders to stay upright. She sets a slow pace, fingers curling just right they have you gasping her name.
âYouâre taking me so well.â
You bite your lip, trying to be quiet, but Vi notices and pulls back slightly.
âNo,â she says firmly, adding a second finger. The stretch is so delicious it makes you arch into her. âI want to hear you.â
You stop trying to muffle yourself, gasping and moaning as she works her fingers inside you. Her thumb finds your clit and starts circling with just the right amount of pressure.
âFuck, Vi,â you manage, your nails digging into her back. âJust⌠holy shit⌠just like that.â
âI know, baby,â she says, and itâs such a contrast. The soft endearment mixed with the way sheâs absolutely wrecking you. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
A few moments later, your orgasm hits you hard, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you bury your face in her neck and try not to scream her name. Vi works you through it, her movements slowing but not stopping, dragging out every last bit of pleasure.
When you finally come down from it, youâre shaking and gasping for breath. Vi carefully pulls her hand away and brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with you.
âFuck,â you breathe, reaching for her waistband to pull her closer.
âWait,â she catches your wrist, and thereâs genuine reluctance in her voice. âAs much as I want to, we should probably get back before they send security down here.â
You pout, but you know that sheâs right. Itâs been a while since you first entered the bathroom, and someoneâs definitely going to come looking for you both soon.
âI know, but,â Vi continues, helping you down from the counter and smoothing your skirt down, âIâd love to take you out properly someday.â
A grin spreads across your face. âReally?â
She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle now, almost reverent. She pulls you close and places a soft kiss on your lips, a stark contrast to the passion of moments before.
âCan I have your number?â she asks against your lips.
âYeah,â you agree immediately.
After exchanging phone numbers, both of you slip back out into the club and head into different directions. Your friends spot you immediately, and both practically run toward you.
âOh my God, where have you been?â Mira shouts over the music.
âWe were wondering if we needed to like, call security or something,â Jade adds.
You feel heat creep up to your neck, but youâre smiling so hard your face hurts. You catch Viâs eye across the room, and sheâs got that lazy satisfied smirk on her face, running a hand through her pink her.
Huh... guess you'll need to thank that staff girl and her TikTok trend.