#someone asked for vi x reader competitive 6 9 and im nOT SAYING that that's gonna be the sequel to this but like

[shouyuus]

idk how i thought of ts but going on a road trip with vi and [who ever is driving and in the passengers seat], sliding her hand down reader's pants and reader trying not to squirm, then finally after that lil teasing session, all of you decide to stop for a bathroom break and then boom vi finally finishes what she started in that small bathroom stall (😥)

open road

violet; +18, mdni; fluff and smut, unsafe driving practices, carmech!vi au

it’s a trip she makes often enough for her to know the way with one eye on the road, a hand on the steering wheel, the other stretched over the center console, fingers teasing up the plush of your thigh, a crooked grin tucked like a secret or a watermelon seed in the corner of her cheek as she glances over at you squirming in the passenger seat.

“bit hot? need the ac on higher, pretty girl?” she asks, making as if to reach for the temperature knob, only to have you whine and clamp your thighs around her wrist.

vi lets out a low hum, glancing into the rear view mirror — traffic’s been smooth, and she’s been cruising at a sweet, solid 70. there's nothing much to do except sit back, relax, and well --

you whine, fingers scrabbling at handle of the door, your head tipping back as vi drags two fingers along our slick cunt, groaning to herself at the wetness she finds there.

"holy shit..." she murmurs, almost to herself, the words wrought over a small chuckle. she'd say she were impressed, except that she knows you, and she knows your body, and she knows what you and your body like -- more than she knows herself.

"vi... don't tease..."

"awww..." vi coos, indulging in you, hooking a finger between your folds to flick at your clit. her grin only stretches as your whole body jumps, your mouth falling open. she thinks about pulling over onto the highway shoulder, just to pull you into her lap and kiss you till you're desperate and needy above her (more so than you already are, i mean). she thinks about the thrill of knowing that anyone who drives by might glance over to get an eyeful of your writhing body, your nipples pushing against your pale blue cami, your skirt flipped up, her fingers tucked into your lacy panties.

"want me to fuck you properly, doll?" vi asks, slowly down slightly for a red toyota to merge in front of her. she glances at you again and winks when she meets your reproachful gaze, your eyes sugar-glazed and lust-ridden.

heat burnishes your cheeks a ruddy red and vi can't help feeling just a little smitten -- what a pretty picture.

"mm -- please..." and you sound so good begging for her (and she's never been one of god's strongest soldiers) that she laughs, flicking on her turn signal to merge out, leaning forward slightly to ease a finger into your needy cunt, biting down hard on her bottom lip as she feels you clench down around her, vice-tight and hot.

"sweet fuck."

she takes the nearest exit and pulls into a rest stop, pulling sideways into a parking space before tugging her hand from you with her eyebrows raised.

you lick your lips, your chest heaving as you watch her. it's a look caught somewhere between predator and prey, and vi shivers, wondering which she'd be, which she'd prefer you to be.

"so? how'dyou wanna do this, princess? in here? or..." she flicks her eyes towards the rest stop bathrooms. you crinkle your nose, and she can almost see the gears turning in your head as you weigh the options. she knows you're not a fan of the cleanliness of the rest stop bathroom, but it affords you both some privacy -- something that vi's vintage pontiac is decidedly lacking.

"i --" you stutter, tugging on the hem of your skirt.

vi cocks her head, heat hissing in her belly, coiled like a snake. she reaches down to yank on the lever under her seat and the seatback jerks forward as she ducks out the seat and hoists herself into the backseat.

"c'mere sweet girl --" she says, patting her lap, and it takes you less than three seconds to scramble over the center console as well to join her in the spacious back seat, your knees on either side of her hips, her fingers sinking into your hair to pull you close.

she kisses you with her mouth open, licking languid into your mouth, swallowing around your tiny little moans, her free hand skating down the length of your back to palm at the round of your ass, grabbing a handful and shifting you higher, just so she can grind you down over her the way she likes.

"mm -- fuck --" she groans, feeling your fingers tugging at the waistband of her jeans. it takes a bit of shuffling to get her jeans loose but the moment you do, vi's hissing out a breath as you sink down into the footwell, blinking up at her with those eyes of your as you pillow your cheek on her partially exposed thigh.

"wanna taste you vi -- can i?"

she nearly curses under her breath, feeling a familiar ache settling in her own cunt as she licks her lips, eyes going hooded as she watches the way you glance down at her boxers and then up at again.

"yeah, princess? wanna -- fuck -- wanna eat me out on the side of the road?"

you crinkle your nose, but the pitched moan that tumbles out of you stitches heat up the front of vi's chest till her eyes are rolling back.

"y-yeah -- been thinking about it for hours," you admit, your voice ripening over the last word, summer-plum sweet.

"yeah?" vi grins, cocking her head as another idea slowly takes shape and she licks her lips. "how about you come up here and... we see who can get the other off first?"

your eyes go wide; outside, the bluebird sky is bright and endless.

"and... whoever wins...?" you let your sentence trail off, blinking star-bitten lashes at her. vi chuckles, reaching down to catch your chin in her fingers, giving your face a tiny little shake before she answers --

"gets to be passenger princess for the rest of the drive."

a smile splits your face as you shift up to wiggle your panties off your legs.

"deal."