#sub vi arcane

[korn-dawg]

bending act3!vi over a desk/counter and fucking her from the back with a vibrating strap, one hand keeping a grip on her hair and the other on her waist just cause you wanna stare at her back tattoo but don’t know how to ask

getting so distracted by her back tattoo you hardly notice her legs shaking in overstimulation beneath her, having to hold herself up with her forearms on the surface cause you’ve fucked her through 3 orgasms already without letting up

vi who thinks you’re doing it on purpose so she doesn’t say anything, taking what you give her with heavy breaths and unintelligibly murmured pleas

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. fem power-bottom reader. vaginal sex. breeding. p in v sex.

vi masterlist

word count: 1.5k

thinking about whiny girlcock vi, who has the most sensitive dick you’ve ever bared witness to. the two of you have been hooking up for months now and she might be the best sex you’ve ever had. her reactions are priceless too, especially when she first pops the head of her cock inside your hole and she looks like she’s ascended to heaven. you can always picture her blissed out face so clearly in your mind whenever you touch yourself.

her cock is girthy, so fat that you can’t even fit your entire hand around it, and when she’s inside you, you can feel her reach your bellybutton. plus, when she’s fucking into you, she moans as if she’s the one getting fucked. if anyone were to overhear, they’d assume those were your squeaky whimpers, the sounds of you begging.

sometimes you try to just lay back and relax, allow vi to ravage you with her cock, but then she’s breaking you out of your trance and asking if it feels good, if she’s doing it right—and you sigh because she’s so dependent on you, she needs you to tell her what to do. your pussy makes her feel dumb, it makes her brain melt out of her head.

currently, you’re in her lap, bouncing on her cock like she’s nothing more to you than a toy. you’re riding her with a maddeningly slow rhythm, just because you like the faces she makes when you do; like vi can’t decide if it feels good or if she’s going to cry out of frustration.

you whimper, clenching down hard on the thick shaft impaling you, feeling it pulse and throb inside your fluttering walls, feeling the heartbeat in the thick veins running up the sides. you grinds your hips down, taking vi as deep as she can go, loving the way that her fat cock-head kisses your cervix.

vi’s desperation is palpable, her hips twitching and jerking with the effort of holding still, of letting you set the pace. It's clear that she's absolutely dying to just grab your hips and rail into you with pathetic fervor, to fuck you through the goddamn mattress until you’re both a babbling, drooling mess. but she's trying so hard to be good, to let you use her like the fucktoy she is.

vi’s hips twitch with uncontrollable desperation against you and a sudden cry escapes her lips. “baby, fuuuck, please—just, just a little bit faster—ohh!”

“are you really going to—hmmff—going to make me tell you again, vi? stay still,” you say, grabbing her face firmly, cupping her chin so she’s forced to look up and see the disappointment in your eyes. then you lean in, capturing vi’s lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you suck the air from her lungs. you bite at vi’s bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth before soothing the sting with a kitten-lick of your tongue. she moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to her chest with frenzy of hands. “just make me come. okay, sweetheart? then we can, ahh, talk about what to do with you.”

vi chokes on a sob. her eyes, so blue, are staring at you pleadingly. “you’re so t-tight—unghhh! holy shit, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t,” she mindlessly babbles.

vi clearly doesn’t realize the strength in which she’s gripping onto your waist, because it’s hurting you, but right now you can’t even bring yourself to care enough. you’re consumed by the thought of her cock, excited to feel her come inside you, to stuff you full of her arousal. the pain at your waist stings pleasantly anyway, it makes your pussy clench around her cock harder and she gasps as if she’s been stabbed.

”shhh, i know it’s hard, baby. but you gotta—hnngh—hold it together for me, you gotta wait until i’m, ahh, ready to come. don’t you want to feel me come around your cock?”

vi’s chest is heaving and her face is flushed a deep, pretty candy-pink. she’s staring at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. she looks utterly debauched, completely lost in the feeling of your velvet heat squeezing her so fucking tight, but she nods obediently anyway. she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

”mmm, you can take it,” you say encouragingly, rubbing circles on her rosy nipples. vi’s head falls back against your headboard, moaning like she’s been gutted. you know she’s going to have a sore throat after this because she hasn’t been quiet once.

”ughh, mmmff, yes—“ vi’s moans are raspy and urgent. her breaths come out in sharp, staccato gasps and her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep them open.

you hum pleasantly, pleased to see that you’re making vi feel so good, like she’s on another astral plane. sex with her is always intimate and passionate, despite how cruel you can often be.

vi puckers her lips, tilting her chin up to capture your own in a slow, deep kiss. it’s a stark contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses you shared earlier. your tongue traces the seam of vi’s lips, coaxing them apart, and then you’re slipping inside to stroke along vi’s own tongue, tasting her, savoring her.

vi whimpers into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself in the sensual slide of your mouths. she can taste herself on your tongue from an hour ago, when you had her cock down your throat. the lingering flavor of her own arousal mixes with the unique taste that is purely you, and it makes her head spin with desire.

pulling away, you pepper kisses down her neck—vi is sensitive everywhere, not just her cock. you suck more bruises into her flesh, laving your tongue over older marks that are beginning to fade away.

vi gasps sharply. she’s always been a sucker for neck kisses.

then, despite your numerous warnings this entire time, vi’s cock starts swelling as her orgasm approaches faster. you can feel her skin buzzing and you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, to remind her that you haven’t come yet, until she starts thrusting her hips up into your with abandon. you bite your tongue, holding onto her broad shoulders for dear life. your breasts bounce right in her face.

”yes, yes—oh my god, yes!” you cry, and you’re close, you can feel electricity starting in your toes and making its way up your body. 

vi’s back is arching off your headboard, her toes are curling in the sheets. her toned body withers beneath you, the muscles in her arms flexing as she starts to lose herself in the intense pleasure radiating from her core.

“fuck me, fuck me—nghhh, fuck me!” vi is chanting, then her words dissolve into a soundless scream of ecstasy as her climax crashes over her. 

vi’s entire body tenses up; she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her cock erupts like a volcano inside your pussy, jet after jet of white-hot come filling your womb. she’s shamelessly painting your insides white and her eyes are rolled back in bliss, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a dumb puppy. she’s completely lost in the throes of her orgasm; she’s dizzy with the pleasure wracking her body.

you have no choice but to clench down hard on vi’s spasming cock, milking it for her entire creamy load. you grind down hard on her twitching shaft, taking every last inch of it inside your pussy. you want to feel vi’s come sloshing around in your stuffed cunt, you want to be absolutely filled with her essence.

vi’s cock gives a few more feeble pulses inside your hot, clenching cunt before finally starting to soften, the thick shaft slumping heavily against your stuffed walls.

that’s when you begin to orgasm on her cock, while she’s sensitive and exhausted, and vi lets out a sob when she feels your pussy walls contracting around her. it’s her punishment for coming before you. and you redouble your efforts, slamming your hips down with a brutal, punishing force that has the headboard slamming against the wall.

“ohhh, vi—mmf! feels so good, babe,” you moan, rolling your hips fast and uncoordinated. you’re grinding down on her so hard that you can feel her heavy balls slap against your ass, the ones that emptied her thick load inside you.

vi grips onto your waist, trying to pull you off her cock with hazy eyes, but you shove her hands away until you’re completely satisfied. vi lets out a garbled moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. every time you roll your hips and drop them into her lap, it sounds like you’re jumping in a puddle of rain outside; because vi’s lap is completely drenched in your wetness, her fat loads of come are messily spilling out around her cock, too much to fit inside you—making the mess even worse.

“fuuck—unngh!” vi sobs.

when you’re done, you collapse against vi’s chest. she looks utterly ruined, completely fucked out and satisfied in a way that makes your heart clench with possessive pride. vi sits there, utterly boneless and spent.

you don’t have the heart to be mad at her.

(2/4/25)

[thisrots]

double ended

✧˖*°࿐ Vi x reader

; warnings: sex toys, cuffs, mommy kink, praise, pleading, squirting (nothing crazy), a bit of overstimulation, sub!vi / dom!reader

It was the end of a long day for Vi. She walked in and set her gauntlets down, rolling her neck. You understood how tiring it all was for her, and wanted to do something… different. She was usually the top, but today, you wanted to give her the best night of her life.

You smiled and walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her softly. “Hi honey, long day?”

“Yeah,” Vi started, sighing. “You could say that.” Her eyes were tired as she looked into yours, squeezing your waist a little. You grabbed her hand and led her to the room.

“I have something for you, wanna see?” You asked, your heartbeat picking up. Her eyebrow raised as she was being dragged into the room.

“What? Of course I wanna see.” She responded, her eyes lighting up a little. You sat her down on the bed, pulled out a box, and rummaged around in it. She tried to peek into it, but you flicked her forehead to get her away.

“Ow! Was that part of the surprise?” She asked, rubbing her forehead.

You rolled your eyes and snickered. “What a baby! That did not hurt.”

“Hurry uuuupppp!” Vi whined, flopping down on the bed, shutting her eyes. You slowly pulled out some handcuffs, a vibrator, and a double ended dildo. You crawled on top of her body, sat down on her lap, and put them in front of her face.

“Mm.. I like where this is going.” Vi said, smirking, eyes still shut as she ran her hands up your thighs.

You giggled. “Open your eyes, Vi.”

Her eyes slightly opened, focused on the objects in front of her, then widened as far as they’d go. She looked at the toys, then at you, then back at the toys. “Angel, what… what’s this?” She asked, her voice a little high pitched.

“Well… you always use my hole, yours never gets much attention. I was thinking we could, you know, do it at the same time.” Your smile was big and bright as you spoke.

Vi cleared her throat as she sat up, still staring at them in your hands. “…Okay. I could get with this,” She started. “I mean, you’ll be the one in the cuffs, right?”

You blinked, then shook your head. “No, all this is for you.”

Silence. Vi was wide eyed once again, gulping hard as those words slipped out of your mouth. “O-Okay, baby.” She responded, visibly nervous.

You smiled again as you pecked her cheek and took off her jacket, getting behind her and massaging her shoulders. They were tight, and not just because of the muscles. You traced her tattoos with your eyes as you did so.

She let out quiet groans of pain and pleasure as you felt her melt underneath your palms.

“See? Look how tense you are, let me take care of you tonight. Okay?” You said, whispering in her ear. You felt her skin prickle up with goosebumps, still kneading into her shoulders.

“Yeah,” Vi started, turning around and putting her hands together for you to cuff up. “Okay, angel.”

You wasted no time as your lips crashed into hers, tasting the saltiness of sweat left behind on them. Your tongues clashed against one another’s as Vi moaned against your mouth. You tugged her shirt up, took it off, then reached down and tightly secured the cuffs around her wrists. You continued to kiss her as she laid down and propped her head up against the pillows. You trailed down to her neck, kissing softly along the side of it as quiet moans escaped Vi’s mouth. You then made your way lower, stopping at her chest as you pulled her bra up, then began to kiss her breasts.

“H-Hey, angel, I think they’re a little—” Vi started, getting cut off by you slipping her nipple inside your mouth. Her back arched a little, a moan escaping her lips. “Sensitive!” You circled your tongue around it, using your other hand to pinch the right one. She squirmed and whined underneath you, hands twitching against the cuffs.

You tugged on her nipple a bit with your mouth before letting it go, still pinching the other. “What a sensitive girl, look how pink and hard they are for me. You must like this, huh?” You teasingly asked, her face red as she nodded.

“Y-Yeah, I like it.”

You kissed down her chest, then past her stomach, and stopping at the hem of her pants. You unzipped and slid them down, leaving her in nothing but boxers. You kissed up her thighs, making her wriggle and open them up more for you. You looked up at her and arched an eyebrow. “What is it? Do you want me to touch you… here?” You palmed at the wet spot on her boxers, making her gasp and look at you with desperation.

“Yes! Yes, right there.” Vi said, bucking her hips a bit.

You smiled at her neediness and pressed harder against her clit, looking for more of a reaction out of her. “Is that any way to ask me to touch you? What do we say?”

She groaned and threw her head back as you pressed onto it. “P-Please, Mommy. Can you please touch me?” She asked, voice tight and desperate, as she looked back into your eyes. Your brain short circuited upon hearing what she said. Heat spread out between your thighs as you heard her call you ‘Mommy’, something you were not expecting.

“What a good girl, asking so politely.” You slid off her underwear and exposed her already dripping cunt, looking like it was begging for any kind of touch. You grinned at the sight of Vi naked, sexually frustrated, and cuffed up. She was all yours to explore. You propped up her legs and spread open her thighs, kissing her sopping wet folds. A strangled sound escaped her lips as she thrusted upwards, trying to get her clit in your mouth.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” You cooed, raising an eyebrow at Vi as her face scrunched up in embarrassment.

“Please make me feel good. Please, Mommy, plea—” Vi’s begs were cut off by your tongue finally grazing over her poor, ignored clit. Her back arched, a broken moan releasing from her mouth. You held her thighs open, squeezing them as your tongue swirled around her clit, occasionally sucking on it to see her reaction. You loved the way she tasted, especially after a long day at work. Tangy, savory, a little salty. It made your mouth water as you licked up her juices. You opened your eyes and looked up. She was staring at you as you devoured her pussy, face full of pleasure and submission, which made you even more wet than you already were.

You suddenly pulled away from her and crawled up her body, hearing her cries for more. “What is it, baby? You want more?” You teased, her watery eyes staring into yours as she nodded.

“Yes! M-More, please more, please!” She pleaded, voice whiny and shaky.

“Okay, alright! Since you asked so nicely…” You moved aside and quickly took off your shirt, then came your shorts and panties, crawling back over her and exposing your own wetness in Vi’s face. You hovered over her chest, the heat from your soaking cunt making her pant like she needed you. You snickered at her flushed face, grabbing the dildo and just barely inserting it inside yourself. “Do you wanna see Mommy getting off a little?”

Vi’s face lit up like Christmas morning. She choked a little before spitting out a, “Yes! Yes I do!”

“Such an eager little thing…” You said, inserting the dildo in as far as it could go. You moaned out softly, throwing your head back as you slowly pumped the toy in and out of you. It made a squelching noise, one that was music to Vi’s ears. She stared the whole time, her gaze only budging to look up at your face, then quickly looking back down at the toy as it slid in and out so easily inside of you.

She whined, pouting as you picked up the pace and began to make circles around your clit with your other hand. You knew she was aching to touch you, to be touched, for you to give her anything and everything you wanted to. The thought of that made you wanna orgasm on the spot.

“Look what you’re doing to me, Violet—” You said as your slick dripped against her breasts, her eyes following the wetness as she let out a hungry moan.

“Mommy,” Vi muttered out, voice quiet. “Can you… put it inside me too, please?”

Her question made you stop mid stroke, smiling at your needy girlfriend. She looked so cute, asked so politely, you just couldn’t say no. “Of course I can, darling.”

You pulled the dildo out and moved down, pulling Vi’s thighs apart as far as they’d go, teasing her hole with the toy’s tip. She let out a few frustrated groans before you slowly began to push it inside her, making her gasp sharply.

“Oh, fuck—” Vi moaned out, back arched and eyes rolling to the back of her head. You weren’t sure if she’d felt this often, since you were the one usually taking it. Imagining this was her first time ever putting anything else inside other than yours or her own fingers—did something to you.

“There’s one rule,” You said, stopping the dildo halfway and making her head snap up to look at you, face full of neediness. You grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, then put it in her hands. “You hold this up to your clit while we fuck each other, if you let it go, I’ll stop touching you and force you to watch me come. Got it?”

“Okay, I got it,” She panted out, pressing herself against the toy further.

“Ah, ah— Okay, what?” You asked as you positioned yourself onto the toy, slowly inserting it inside yourself again.

“Fuck, sorry!” Vi fumbled out. “Okay, Mommy, I got it.”

“My good girl,” You said before sliding it inside yourself then pushing it fully inside Vi’s aching hole, both moaning out loud.

She immediately pressed the vibrator onto her clit as you began to buck your hips, causing the toy to slide up and down between the two of you. Her back was arched sharply, hands shaking as they held on tightly onto the vibrator, her hips starting to buck back and create a smooth motion that constantly hit your two g-spots. You stared at the toy as it stretched Vi’s damp hole out, her walls gripping tightly against it. You fucked against the toy harder at the sight, wishing you could feel her walls tightening around you instead.

“Feels, so, good!” Vi moaned out mid strokes, voice choppy and strained. You’d never seen her this submissive before, never seen her feel this good, you never wanted this to end.

“Yeah, baby, does it? Look at me.” You demanded, your holes practically slopping against each other and juices mixing together now from how deep in the toy was inside the two of you. Vi looked up towards you, opened her eyes, and stared as you fucked yourself against her. Her moans grew louder the more she looked, moving the vibrator up and down along her puffy clit.

“Mommy, it’s—it’s too much!” She cried out, legs beginning to tremble and want to close up. You held them open, fucking even harder against her, feeling yourself getting close every time she whined to you.

“But look how well you’re taking it, darling.” You reached over to the vibrator and sped up the setting. Vi threw her head back, moans turning into screams as her wetness dripped down and met your hole. “You’re making Mommy feel so amazing, you know that?” Your voice was husky but controlled, unlike Vi, who was a ball of whimpers, cries, and moans.

“Am I? A-Am I doing good, Mommy?” Her sentence broken, barely coming out as the intense pleasure took over her brain. You looked her up and down. She was sprawled out, eyes full of desire. She was a blubbering, sweaty, needy mess; and you loved it.

Her hips thrusted forward and hit your spot harshly, making a breathy, loud moan slip out of you. “Yes! Oh, just like that! You’re being such a good girl for Mommy!”

Vi continued to move the way you liked, trying oh so hard to be the best girl she could be for you. Even when being submissive, she still thought about your pleasure first. “I-I think I’m close—” Vi managed to mutter out between desperate moans, her thighs quivering.

“You think, or you know?” You questioned, noticing as her hips bucked harder against the toy.

She nodded quickly, “Y-Yes! Mommy! I’m gonna come!”

“Ask me.” You instructed, feeling yourself closer now too.

Vi’s puppy dog eyes stared into yours, filled with tears, “Please! Please let me come! Please, Mommy, please, I can’t hold it back, please!” She cried out, hot tears streaming down her face as she did her very best to hold it back until you said so.

You smirked at the sight. Waited a couple seconds to savor the moment, then, “Come for me then, darling. Show Mommy what you got.”

As soon as those words slipped out of your mouth, Vi’s back arched as far as it’d go, legs opened up further, and she moaned out, “Fuck, Mommy!”

You suddenly felt a sharp, warm wetness hitting you. As you quickly looked down, you saw Vi squirting along your cunt, making your jaw drop for just a second. That’s when you felt it. You threw your head back, shut your eyes tightly, and moaned, “Violet!” as you reached your orgasm. You felt your come slip out and slobber over the toy, Vi staring at you as you did so. You panted as your head slowly made its way back up and cracked your eyes open, meeting Vi’s gaze.

Her eyes were the size of dinner plates, face full of embarrassment. “Fuck, fuck, I-I think I peed.” She said, her voice trembling. You giggled as you slipped the toy out of yourself, then her, and took the vibrator out of her hands.

“No, honey. That just means you felt really good,” You said as you undid her cuffs, rubbing the red marks they left behind. “It made me finish.”

“Really?” She said between pants, looking proud of herself.

You nodded as you made your way over to her, kissed her forehead, and held her between your chest. She nuzzled in your breasts, holding one in her hand as she closed her eyes.

“You did so good for me, baby,” You cooed as your hands ran through her hair. “Mommy’s so proud.”

You felt Vi’s face heat up against your skin, looking up at you. “T-Thanks, Mommy.”

You held her face and kissed it softly, melting into her lips.

[niilue]

don't come to tell me that vi is a super dominant girl and expert in sex or in relationships when the woman has been 7 years in prison ....

i mean, the simple touch of hands makes her hyperventilate, imagine asking her to have sex or even something as simple as a kiss with tongue ... the girl would convulse.

[jinxbabys]

cw: sub-bottom vi. pervy fem-reader. masturbation. voyeurism? strap-on referred to as cock. 1k words.

synopsis: you masturbate to the sounds of vi getting fucked.

you assumed vi would be the one doing the fucking. she has those smoldering blue eyes, bad girl persona, inked skin, domineering and sarcastic humor. so you’re surprised when you get home at half past two, exhausted from a late shift, only to hear the rhythmic creak of vi’s bed frame through thin walls.

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. did she forget what time you said you’d be getting off work? is she so desperate for an orgasm that she just doesn’t care?

that’s when you hear it—soft at first, but unmistakable. vi is whining—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, and the wind is promptly knocked out of your lungs.

you shouldn’t be listening to this. you should walk away, crawl into bed, put your earbuds in—do anything else—have some respect for your roommate. but your feet move of their own accord, carrying you closer to vi’s bedroom door, slow and heavy. there’s a weightlessness to your steps, like you’re drifting through a dream, 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, but you can’t make out the words. whatever’s said only makes vi whine louder, high in her throat, like the bleat of a baby lamb. the sound is impossibly needy—it‘s whorish and raw, so utterly vulnerable, and unlike any noise you’ve heard vi make before—and, guiltily, 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 realize 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 privacy, 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?

a sharp slap cuts through the air—skin against skin—and vi yelps. your mind races instantaneously. you picture her hookup smacking their hand against her pert ass, and the thought alone fans the flames of your imagination. is vi on her hands and knees, getting fucked like a dog, while her fat, round ass ripples from how roughly she’s being used? are her ass cheeks covered in red handprints? is she going cross-eyed 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—with zero mercy, at that. the imagery of it all is so vivid, so obscene, that you don’t even think—your hand is already slipping past the waistband of your pants.

fuck, you need this. it’ll be fine. vi will never know.

your hole is already immensely slick where your index finger dips inside. you drag a wet, sticky line up to your clit and apply teasing pressure—enough to make you shudder. 

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

vi’s keens are like a siren’s call, drawing you closer, until you have your ear pressed against her door like a degenerate. everything is clearer now—the sharp hitch of vi’s breath, the schlick sound her cunt makes as it sucks on their cock, the plap, plap, plap of vi’s ass colliding against their bare skin. it has your cunt leaking like a sieve into your underwear.

and, god—her ass.

you’ve seen the way vi’s ass looks in her airtight jeans, how it jiggles against the cotton fabric of her workout 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 repeatedly fucked open. fuck, everything in you aches to just crack the door open and gently peak inside, to see it for yourself.

with your head tilted close to the door, you catch the wet, deliberate sounds of vi’s hookup kissing along her neck—most definitely sucking dark marks onto her pale skin. a sick part of you feels unbearably jealous at the prospect of vi being covered in someone else’s claim, but your pussy gets wetter when you hear the way vi whines in response—high and nasally.

she must have such a sensitive neck. you can almost see it—her squirming on their cock, torn between pulling away and pressing closer to the tingly sensation, how she shivers when their tongue traces the love bites.

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. your tender clit thrums with a solemn ache, yearning with a quiet, insistent need. your pussy is crying out for vi, desperate for her in a way that almost feels unbearable.

but how will you ever be able to look at vi the same after this? after you know how raspy her whines are while she has her pussy played with? how 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 finger the little bundle of nerves faster, rubbing your clit with the urgency of a flame flickering in the wind. you feel fuckdrunk and high off their sex, despite being an unbidden listener. 

and, albeit quickly, vi orgasms again—

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

it’s as if you’re tethered to her, like a switch flipping inside you, because you follow in suit, coming in harsh, overwhelming waves. you’re gasping and squirming like a fish out of water, trying to muffle your noises behind the palm of your hand, while your other hand cups your crying pussy.

your legs tremble, weak and unsteady, like a baby calf’s and you barely manage to stay upright as you ride out the rest of your release. somewhere in the haze, you register the damp heat between your thighs, how utterly soaked your underwear is.

once your orgasm subsides, clarity sets in—how could you do such a thing? you’re 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 twist 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, but so does something else—something darker, and your fingers twitch with the urge to do it all over again.

[moonchildcovenxx]

Overstimulating Violet

a/n: Vi brain rot hit hard and all of a sudden i felt like writing a blurb :) anyhoo this isn’t proofread or anything so yeah please don’t tell me if you hate it sub!Vi supremacy

“Violet.” The coo of her name—her full name, sends shivers down her spine. Not that it would make much of a difference with how much she was already shaking. Vi opens her mouth to answer your teasing remarks, but as her lips wobble, only a small, breathy whine fights past.  “ffuckk—fuckkk” Baby blue eyes glaze over with each time you addictively circle her clit with the same purple dildo you use on yourself.  You’re sloppily fucking her stupid with your own dildo. What a power trip. “Baby—please it’s so—so much.” Violet slurs out cutely, her bottom lip is bitten and shining with how much she’s been drooling.

Her pussy is greedy, taking your torturously fast pace in stride. Every time you near the tip of the dildo Violet whimpers, Abs flexing as she clenches around it, until it’s settled back inside her. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” You tease, but you’re almost forgetting how to breathe with how much your honing into every reaction your pretty girl gives you. You giggle as Violet’s eyes roll, thighs shaking, as you grind the creamy dildo into her.  “Yea I am—I am—God baby you’re so good” Vi’s tits bounce as she fucks herself back into you. The sounds that are leaving her are nearly delirious with how high pitched and wanton they are. 

Her eyelids flutter open, while her back arches. You’ve brought your middle and ring finger to toy delicate little circles into her over sensitive clit. Vi’s whole body visibly quakes as she moans out your name in drawn out syllables. Her face is blushed pink to tips of her ears nearly matching her hair color in tone. “M-more please-I-mmfh!” You indulge her before she even gets the full sentence out, how could you not? As Violet is looking up at you with watery eyes and a jutted out pouted lip. You’d love to bite into that same pouty lip and see what noise it drags out of her.

The keens she’s letting out are going straight to your own cunt and you resist the temptation to grind down onto the bed.

The squelching noises that are leaving Vi’s pussy have her throwing her hands up to her face in embarrassment. In contrast, her legs seem to spread further to offer you more access. “I’m so close.” Violet’s looking at you with furrowed brow, eyes nearly closed, as she looses herself in the agonizing pleasure you’re forcing into her. She chants your name hopelessly once more, hand clawing forward to encourage your thrusts into her. 

 “Cum for me Violet.”  You murmur softly, her body obeys. She tenses, limbs flailing as devastated mewls rip from her throat. Pierced nipples pointing skyward as her back arches for the nth time of the night. “Good girl.” You praise, earning a stupefied smile from the ruined woman beneath you. Violet’s breath is still choppy and uneven as you lay next to her, rubbing small nameless shapes into her tattooed skin. Violet nuzzles into your neck kissing any skin she can reach, as you both grin widely at each other giggling at nothing and everything all at once.

[lolitalovess]

thinking about loser vi who humps on the strap harness when she's fucking you!!

｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who invites you over to her place when you mention that you're trying to organise a few study groups at the town library with a few of your friends to her. she knows she's got a shitload of assignments due by the end of the week like you, you're fun to work with, she wants to help you with your notes and you haven't been in her bed in forever. she can't help herself.

loser vi who cannot stop letting her pussy do all her thinking when you show up at her door with your laptop and books all in your bag and your smile so radiant from the familiarity of her face and the kisses she pulls you into after you handed her a pipeline punch monster.

loser vi who's sitting against the headboard of her bed with you leaning your head on her shoulder, writing perfectly detailed and descriptive notes with her hand beginning to cramp while you're reading through some article for history on your laptop for some upcoming important quiz. she can tell you're tired and bored with the way you're slumped against her, sighing through your nose without even realising and squinting your eyes from the bright screen every time she looks over at you. you have been doing this for atleast two hours - she knows that you both need a break.

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?"

i wrote this so fast and rushed so if it's a lil bad in some spots that's why 😭 also why half of this was hcs and the other half was like a fic LMAO

[starstruckbich]

needy Vi ⋆｡°✩

summary: you and Vi are married, and lately she's been oddly whiny and all over you...

tags: 18+ mdni, men dni. nsfw! dom!reader, down bad sub!vi, scar mentions, hard fingering, eating pussy ˗★˗

wc: 3.8k

notes: hii first time writing so sorry if this is a little sloppy lmao, this is smut with no plot and english isn't my first language so i might get some terms wrong. anyways hope you guys enjoy!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You loved Vi with all your heart.

Ever since the war been between Zaun and Piltover came to an end, you two have been living peacefully. You both had scars on your body, reminders of what you both had been through.

Lately she's been a lot clingier. Asking you for a kiss before bed, hugging your waist from behind while you're cooking and staying glued to you for ungodly amounts of time, insisting on showering together with you, nuzzling her face agaisnt your thighs and kissing them while she looks at you with those needy puppy eyes. That's her favorite.

Eventually you figured out why. During the night, you were often woken up by whimpers and needy whines, looking over at your wife to see her mumbling in her sleep, sounding like she's getting fucked out of her mind, whining your name...

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

"vi, i'm trying to read." you say, tucking your hair behind your ear to look down at your wife, who's once again laying her head down on your lap and kissing your thighs.

"hmm..." she hums in a needy voice agaisnt them, wanting to bury her face between and never pull away.

"again?..." you can't help but raise an eyebrow, your wife letting out a whine, grabbing your legs tightly. of course, you love Vi and want to be close to her, but it's gotten to the point where she doesn't have her hands off of you for atleast five seconds.

For the next 30 minutes you continue trying to read, trying to change positions to lay comfortably in your king-sized bed. However, as needy as she is, Vi keeps clamming onto you, making you a sweaty mess.

Your final straw is when she huffs agaisnt your ear, trying to envelop all of your body in her arms blabbering about whatever, crushing your book's pages in the process, at the most interesting part of the plot.

"f-fuck baby, please! mh!" vi whines, head layed back on the pillows, gripping the sheets so hard they could rip.

you plunge your tongue deeper inside her, over and over again, holding her strong thighs far apart and kissing, sucking, doing whatever you can to torture that needy, wet, puffy pussy of hers.

her wetness drips down your chin slowly, making you hum in satisfaction. you decide to take some pity for her, giving some attention to her sensitive clit.

"a-ah! FUCK!" she yells, bucking her hips to feel your tongue sucking on her pussy again.

"hold still." you mumble agaisnt her pussy with a frown, holding her hips down as you continue eating her out, giving the pleasure she so desperately needs.

"please baby i'm gonna cum, c-can i come? please please please please... mmh~!" she tries to rub your her hips roughly agaisnt your tongue again, to no avail.

Unfortunately for her and her glistening pussy, you pull away, resting your face on her muscular thigh, an innocent, faint smile on your face despite what you've been doing to her. "aw baby, already?" you can't help but grin as she whines in frustration, her voice already hoarse.

you press two fingers agaisnt her pussy, mking her let out a whimpery moan, slightly entering her but then pulling out your index and middle finger again. "aw your pussy's so wet... so fucking wet baby, your mess is all over the sheets, fuck..."

"please baby, put them in... i need you..." she looks down, lolling her head to the side after.

"hm yeah? you need these fingers inside your pussy? want me to make you feel good? like those fucking wet dreams you've been having about me?"

Vi's eyes widen at your words, looking into your eyes in embarassment. "what? h-how'd you-"

Before she can finish her sentence you plunge your two digits deep inside her, ripping out a loud moan from your pretty wife. You groan in satisfaction at the sight, biting your bottom lip, pumping your fingers again and again, her juices flying everywhere as she rolls her eyes to the back of her head.

"of fuck, look at that! if i didn't know any better i'd say we're at the goddamn brothel." you tease, letting out hearty chuckles. "how about a third one hm? you're wet enough already" you, plunging your ring finger into her aswell.

"A-AH! Fuck, don't stop don't stop! yes baby! gonna come! m' gonna come!" Vi yells, squirming as your fingers are punishing her, more needy for you than ever.

A few more thrusts and she finishes on your three fingers, letting out a loud, whiny moan as she comes. You of course take the chance to suck up all of her fluids, not stopping as your tongue works between her thighs again, making her body convulse in sensitivity and pleasure.

"mm so good, you're so good for me baby..." you mumble agaisnt her, making her come again from those words alone as your eyes widen.

"damn, that bad huh?

"shut up..."

[meganegatari]

scissoring with sub!vi—it's literally all over the screen. this is likely not coherent at all i can barely think ok wrote this in like 10 mins just had to get it outta my system GOOD QUALITY SHITS COMING SOON n all that jazz

every rough snap of your hips makes vi cry out louder.

you'd been on top of her for a considerable amount of time at this point—her skin littered with angry bites, her nipples swollen and sore from you twisting them relentlessly, her hamstrings aching to all hell from the whorishly spread open position you had her in...what a sight for sore eyes.

any semblance of sentences had long since left her, she was reduced to moans so loud and dumb you were almost concerned you'd get a noise complaint. well, another one to add to the list.

vi had already cum—the gooey strings connecting her clit to yours being a telltale sign. but above all else, you were hypnotized by her expression. fiery locks were sticking to her sweaty forehead and splayed out on the pillow beneath her, periwinkle blues rolled back in her head and puffy lips producing melodic uh, uh, uh sounds.

your voice strained from the effort, "you're so pretty like this vi, so fucking beautiful...y'know that right?" she sobs, and you're not completely sure she even registered what you said. but you'd praise the life out of her until she did.

whining like a bitch in heat, you feel her pelvis push against your own. she's getting close once more.

only this time, you'll make sure you have your release as well.

conjuring the final bits of your strength, you roll your pussy against hers—the slick, bubbling sounds of another impending orgasm between you both makes your face grow hot. it's all so raunchy. so debauched and filthy, you'd be embarrassed if you weren't so soaking wet.

vi's mouth falls open and her back arches, your own groaning blending with hers. you two were practically musicians in a pornographic orchestra, playing each other like instruments. pressure builds in your abdomen, so you speed up your thrusts—pelvis stuttering every time you feel your clit catch hers.

the blinding ecstasy takes over you without warning, and pushes her over the edge too. you cum with a cry, feeling all your senses black out from the sheer intensity of the feeling, and ride out the high thanks to vi's overstimulated twitching beneath you. momentarily you fall on top of her, chests heaving in sync, melding into a sticky—but satisfied—tangle of limbs.

[orphicsun]

fucking vi with the strap for the first time except she expects to be in control, but then you start saying how good she looks and feels, how tight and wet her pussy is, how cute she is, and she can’t help but just lay there whimpering and take it

warnings: whiny sub!vi (kind of powerbottom in the beginning) + dom!reader, strap-on sex, teasing.

It started out as expected.

"C'mon, put it in." Vi instructed you. You listened, spreading apart her lips with the tip, slowly pushing through the slick and into the weeping hole.

Vi usually always had control in your sex life. You had been dating for months, and when it came to everything else, she told you what to do. You were the one who would whine into her pussy, or spend the night fingering her to please her, always wanting to be her good girl. You figured the strap-on you purchased just a few days ago wouldn't make much of a difference. She would tell you what to do, and you'd whimper as you fucked her. Vi thought that too.

Both of you were extremely wrong.

Vi clenches around the sudden intrusion, drawing in a sharp breath. You, from on top, lean in and rub over her cheek with your thumb.

"You okay? Did I hurt you?" You worriedly ask.

"Shh, I'm fine. I just need to get used to it. Just..do it slowly, okay?" She assured you, though her voice was shaky. It wasn't something you were used to hearing.

With caution, you began to slowly pull out until just a bit of the toy was left buried within Vi's heat, and then you slid back into her. She didn't groan or take those sharp, moan-laced breaths that you typically heard in the past. Instead, she whined.

Her voice had risen, and she whined from beneath you. You immediately stopped, thinking she was in pain, but Vi put on a hand on your back, clutching you with her nails.

"Don't stop, please. Feels good." Vi sounded much different than you had ever heard her sound like, and it sent a pang of heat below. You nodded, drawing back once more, and slamming back into her. She made a noise as though she was truly being gutted, loud and lost in what was happening.

You set a mild pace of what was not shallow thrusts, but also wasn't fully inside her. You knew she wasn’t as used to this, but her reaction said otherwise.

“Fuck me. More, please. Fuck, I need more.” Vi pleaded with a moan, and you didn’t hesitate. You grabbed the back of her thighs to force them further apart and pull your hips back until just a bit of the toy was left nestled inside her tightness. Then, you slammed forward until your bodies met.

“Hnnhh!!—“ Vi moaned at the sudden, deep thrust. You didn’t stop, though. You continued pounding into her, staring down at her face while you do. She couldn't even make eye contact, being too flustered to meet your gaze.

That’s when you decided to fuck with her.

“Can’t speak properly? It’s okay, baby. Your pussy tells me everything.”

“What..?” She slurs out, her brows drawn closely in a furrow of confusion and hazy pleasure. She was drunk on the feeling of your strap deep in her, making her clench and squeeze to draw you in deeper.

“You heard me. I can feel you squeezing me.” You gave her a harsh thrust to reiterate your point, and you relished in the cry that it caused. “I can see how wet you are, too. It's cute, babe.”

Words died out as you fucked her with deep thrusts, slamming into her until the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and her helpless little whines of pleasure. She didn't have the means to speak, not when you had the silicone rubbing the inside of her walls in a way that sent little bolts of pleasure throughout her body. She was writhing underneath you like she was struggling to take you. Your words sent something as thrilling as humiliation through her, and eventually, she couldn't hold back from you.

“G-Gonna cum..I can’t hold it anymore..” Was all she could manage before you felt her gush around the strap, leaving a creamy, white ring of release around the silicone. You fucked her through it until your strong, fighter of a girlfriend was pawing at your back and beckoning you closer for post-sex cuddles.

You pulled out of her with a lewd pop, the strap soaked with both of your juices. She didn't wait and pulled you closer into her arms until you melt into them like a popsicle.

“You took it like a bitch,” you teased her, giggling when a harmless scowl spread across her face.

“Shut up. You’re not all that, okay? I was just..carried away.” Despite the teasing, she squeezed you in her arms.

“Will you get carried away next time, too?”

“Definitely.”

taglist: @witzs, @bewareofmyglock, @ruelezz. taglist form

[vikasmama]

thinkin’ about vi riding your strap…

my god she’s sooo loud and she barely cares. you tell her how your neighbors can probably hear, even stopping her hips to get her to focus and she’s whining while she cockwarms you.

“fuck, ‘msorry, really i am but i- mmf!” you can feel her clench around you. you don’t have to swear on it, you do. you’re so deep inside her, your big, strong girl, reduced to such a desperate puppy. she’s so good she doesn’t even try to roll her hips, she just shivers and waits for you to give her permission. vi’s chest heaves, sweat trickling down her abs into her pink bush swallowing your cock. you can still see her clit though, pearled and at attention. just gorgeous. “please keep going…”

and you know you’ll get a noise complaint, the fourth one in probably a month? but your hand travels on its own, fingers rubbing furiously at her clit while you buck up into her and she gets right back to it. neighbors be damned, you’ve gotta make your girl happy.

(men + minors dni!)

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. power-bottom fem-reader. dry humping. dacryphilia. short drabble.

vi masterlist

girlcock!vi who gets so needy and sensitive over every little thing. even the slightest touch against her skin sets her off, leaves her trembling beneath you, helpless and whining like a dumb mutt.

right now, you’re straddling her lap, kissing her slow and deep, until her lips are swollen and bruised. already, her hands are shaking where they cling to your waist. she’s whimpering, her hips rolling up against you without meaning to, desperate, restless—as if she’s never been touched before, mewling like a virgin.

her cheeks are flushed as pink as a tea rose and you can feel the hard, throbbing heat of her cock pressing against her pants, straining for relief. the fabric is damp, soaked through with a growing patch of precum that almost looks like she pissed herself. and it’s hilarious, so of course, you laugh against her lips—how can you not? she’s just so easy.

she’s obediently letting you fuck your tongue into her mouth, humping your clothed clit over her bulge. she’s acting too comfortable, too eager, as if she actually expects you to let her fuck your pussy tonight—but that’s not on the agenda. she won’t know the heavenly feeling of being inside your gummy walls. no, you’re having too much fun grinding against her sensitive cock instead, making her suffer.

“what a pathetic baby,” you coo, and vi can only whine like a sad puppy, pressing closer, needing more.

she gropes your ass, forcing your pelvis against the rigid line of her cock with clumsy desperation. she’s like a bitch in heat, all instinct and hunger; no thoughts for anything but the relief she needs so badly.

“please, please, please,” she chants, a desperate mantra spilling from her swollen lips.

you settle all your weight on her lap, effectively pinning her to your bed so she can only take the crumbs you’re giving her. you grind your hips in slow, deliberate circles, putting just the right amount of pressure against her slutty cock to make her cry, to make more arousal dribble from the swollen head. it’s completely obscene how wet her dick always is, the way it leaks and squirts precum like a broken faucet.

vi writhes beneath you, skin buzzing with white-hot pleasure, and she hisses and whimpers like a needy whore. tears of frustration—agony and bliss—cling at the corners of her eyes, but you don’t care. this is what she gets for being so pathetic, for having such a sensitive cock. 

she’s clenching her teeth, moaning from deep in her throat, drool dribbling down her chin, and she looks like a dog slobbering over a piece of meat. she paws at the globes of your ass, dragging your warm core against her own—which is a poor attempt at finding relief for her dick, because all it does is make her cry even more.

”unghh, babe—can i put it in? i need it, ‘gonna die without it—hnggf!”

(and it’s tempting, it really is, because normally when she’s buried inside you, she comes in messy, shuddering waves, and it feels so good—so warm inside your pussy. buckets and buckets full of her come will pulse from her cock, filling you to the brim with her cream until it dribbles out of your hole. desperately, she’ll use her fingers to try and push it back inside you, whining about how you’re wasting her seed).

but not tonight.

instead, you shake your head, a perverse smile teasing at your lips when vi groans in agony. “i know, baby, i’m sorry. your cock must be hurting you so much, huh?”

”uh-huh, yes, yes—! hurts, it hurts,” vi agrees, choking on gasps and moans, and she can hardly speak.

her tongue feels swollen—almost too big for her mouth—lolling out lazily, making a drooling mess all over her skin as endless amounts of saliva drip down the pink muscle. her bubbly spit slides down to her chin, then trails over the curve of her throat, until it collects in the delicate dips of her collarbones. she looks like a whore that just got their mouth fucked.

vi’s face is a picture of agonized ecstasy, her features contorted in a rictus of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. tears stream down her cheeks now, leaving glistening trails on her flushed skin. her eyes are glazed and unfocused, staring up at you with a mix of desperation and adoration that's almost comical in its intensity. almost.

she grinds her pelvis up against yours, as if she can somehow manage to escape the confines of her pants and pop the head of her dick inside your warm hole. however, god isn’t on her side, so she lifts your body up like a rag doll with a pathetic sense of urgency, before slamming you back down over her clothed cock, tossing her head back with a pitched whine.

her hands tremble violently at your waist, fingers digging into your flesh with a desperate, almost painful grip. she clings to you as if you're a lifeline—fraying at the edges, unraveling beneath you.

”you’re just aching for something tight and wet to squeeze around your cock, right?” vi nods, nods, nods like a bobble head—mindless and eager—dark pupils swallowing up her powder-blue irises.

“too bad this is all you’re getting tonight, baby,” you coo, sympathetic and condescending.

vi blubbers and then cries some more.

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(2/23/25)

[thisrots]

Thinking about pussy hungry loser Vi,

begging to eat you out! <3

Loser Vi who begs to eat you out, knees red from kneeling on the floor, her cheeks squished between your hands as her head lays on your thigh. Her puppy eyes looking up at you, cheeks flushed, just begging for a taste. Pleading for it, craving nothing but the taste between your thighs. “Please, baby, please.”, “Just a taste.”, and “I need you, please.” Is all she can mutter out as she nuzzles into your thigh, inching closer and closer to your warmness. Once you finally give in and say yes, you see a shimmer in her eye as she props your legs up on her shoulders and digs in. This is what she’s been craving, her tongue feining for the feeling of your slit rubbing against it. She slips it inside you, slurping up all your wetness as she flicks against your g-spot. She’d moan desperately against your skin, nose poking your clit as she goes in deeper. She’d lick, suck, circle her tongue on your clit like it was her last meal, making sure to leave nothing behind. She’d look up at you, puppy eyes now full of desire and love, having no intentions of coming up for air, no matter how much she might need to. She’d groan out in pain and pleasure as you pull on her hair, directing her on which spots felt the best. You’d coo at her, saying how cute she looked nose deep inside your cunt. Telling her how much of a desperate girl she was, not being able to keep her tongue off you. She’d be soaking wet now, her hips bucking at nothing as she continues to slurp you up. Her slobber and your wetness would cling from her jaw, dripping along the floor. Her moans would be louder than yours, her hand slipping down her undies to rub her swollen clit. She’d grip onto your thigh, nails digging into your skin, back arching as she felt herself reaching her climax, feeling your own creeping up too. You’d both come at the same time, you inside her mouth, and her inside her boxers. Panting, she’d look up at you, eyes lowered, mouth glistening with your juices, and smiling. You could tell she drunk off of nothing but you.

“Can we go again?”

based on this gif kinda, lol

[korn-dawg]

⨳modern!vi who buys a vibrating tongue piercing at the mall on her day off and wants to use it so so *so* bad

⨳modern!vi who can’t stop pestering you about it throughout the day, trying to get you to leave work and come home to her, texting you nonstop

⨳modern!vi who’s waiting at the front door for you, grabbing you by the shirt to bully her tongue into your mouth, ensuring you feel the smooth metal contrasting against the soft muscle

⨳modern!vi who’s so desperate to taste you, picking you up and practically tossing you onto the couch, her hands shaking with adrenaline as she pulls your skirt up to your hips and your panties to your ankles

⨳modern!vi who straight up whimpers at the taste of you, eyes shut as she runs her tongue up and down your cunt, eating you out like you’re the first meal she’s had in days

⨳modern!vi who struggles to turn the vibrating jewelry on at first, but when she gets it on, her mouth is latched around your clit, pressing the metal directly against the most sensitive part

⨳modern!vi who stares up at you, soft blue eyes clouded over with lust and adoration as she watches you cum

⨳modern!vi who doesn’t stop, fucking her tongue into you until you’re pushing her head away and kicking out in overstimulation

⨳modern!vi who pouts when you close your legs, but eventually relents and helps you get cleaned up

⨳modern!vi who cooks for you (reheats leftovers in the microwave) and lets you pick the movie afterwards as thanks

⨳modern!vi who ends up back between your thighs by the end of said movie

would this be considered bottom vi idk

(HOLY SHIT WHY DID YALL LIKE THIS ONE SM 😭)

[jinxbabys]

cw: sub-bottom vi. fem-top reader. mild age gap (vi is older than you). strap-on referred to as cock.

synopsis: you can’t stay away from your best friend’s older sister.

you tell yourself that it’s just a fleeting crush, one that will fade with time, but it never does—not when vi ruffles your hair in passing, or when she drapes one of her strong arms around your shoulders, or when she teases you in that low, knowing voice that makes heat coil in your belly.

then, the line you swore you’d never cross fades into obscurity—because vi is lying beneath you in her childhood bed, keening every time your strap-on stabs into her cervix, whining high in her throat. her pussy squelches wetly—noisy and lewd—and the pink tufts of hair on her mound are damp from her own juices.

she looks veritably whorish.

of course, guilt lingers in the back of your mind, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. powder will be pissed when she finds out—there’s no doubt about that—but honestly, how can she expect you to stay away from her sister when vi spreads her legs so eagerly for you? when her little hole is so needy for your cock? this was inevitable, really.

“hnnghh! ohhh, shit—haaah!” she pants as you rock your hips.

vi’s childhood bedroom is dusty and obsolete—neglected ever since she moved out. the worn fabric of her (embarrassingly juvenile) spider-man sheets clings to damp skin, except you hardly notice it; all you can focus on is vi—her rosy cheeks, her blown pupils, her trembling muscles. violet, violet, violet.

surely this must be a dream, because there’s no way you’re actually fucking your best friend’s big, bad older sister—turning her into a mewling kitten on your cock. but it’s real; you can feel it with the her calloused hands grip onto your shoulders, trying to keep herself tethered, as if she needs comfort with the way you’re bullying her pussy.

god, her cunt smells ripe, it’s glistening with arousal—she’s your very own forbidden fruit.

winding your hips back, you groan at the way vi’s pussy is clinging onto your strap. it’s rather adorable that she has such a desperate little cunt. who would’ve guessed that vi, all sharp edges and snarled confidence, would melt into such a docile sweetheart when she has her hole filled? when the right button is pressed against deep inside her gummy walls?  

her cheap, rickety twin-bed slams against the wall with each thrust, loud and jarring like the bang of a gunshot. “unghh! not so rough, fuck—“ vi gasps.

jeez, vi is ridiculous, acting as if you don’t know exactly what she needs. if anything, she needs it rougher; you’re being far too tender. still, it’s cute and mildly humorous when vi acts like her pussy isn’t desperate for you, like you don’t know how to fuck her correctly, as if you don’t know her body better than she does. it’s evident that you’re the only one able to fill her cunt just right—scratching the itch that she, herself, can’t even reach.

“shut up,” you say, palm clasping over her mouth. “you don’t want your sister to hear us, right?”

you can feel the way her nose crinkles like a bunny’s underneath your hand. a flicker of guilt crosses over her face as she remembers the weight of her lust, the delicious wrongness of this entire situation, and how awful she is for wanting you anyway.

“fuck, can you not bring—unghhh—bring that up r-right now?” vi says, muffled. then she keens when the pad of your thumbs finds her clit, pressing down with perfect, punishing precision.

“relax, vi. just focus on how deep i am inside you, how good i’m making you feel. let go for me, yeah?” you coo, and vi whimpers like a misbehaving dog—big, blue puppy eyes and all.

still, despite how wrong this all is, a dark thrill coils in your chest as you watch vi’s internal struggle—how she tries so hard to resist your temptations, clings to the idea of being a good big sister—but vi’s body always betrays her in the end, and her pussy abruptly paints your abdomen in her saccharine squirt.

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[niilue]

⎯ like that time you were teaching vi how to french kiss ⎯

cw: female reader, shy and inexperienced vi, french kiss, sweet reader, fluff with a lot of sexual tension. vi is so adorable, she can't help but say she loves you bc of the way you treat her <33333.

you look into her eyes, knowing that vi is a storm of nerves, and you smile softly, trying to calm her. “ready?” you whisper, and she nods, unable to articulate a single word. you slowly bring your face closer to hers, feeling her shaky breath against your lips. her eyes close just as your mouths meet, your tongues accidentally touching. the surprise overtakes her, and she pulls back a step.

“there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, vi,” you say tenderly. “we’ll try again, but this time at your pace, okay?”

vi nods with her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and excitement. you pull her gently by the waist, bringing her closer to you, and her lips part slightly. her breathing becomes uneven, and you can feel her heart racing wildly. your tongues move timidly, testing, exploring, and every movement is clumsy and adorable at the same time. she lets out a soft moan, and you suppress a laugh, knowing that the sweetness of the moment is what’s making her even more nervous.

“shh, relax pretty,” you whisper, and your lips move with more confidence, your tongues dancing in a gentle melody of discovery.

sensing her inexperience, you softly take the lead, guiding her lips and tongue with yours. vi begins to relax, following your movements with growing confidence. her breathing becomes labored, and her arms tighten around your waist. her mouth opens slightly more, allowing you to deepen the kiss, which evolves into an exchange of saliva and soft sounds that escape from her lips. her tongue entangles with yours in a clumsy dance, every caress and lick confessing her nervousness. her eyes open for a brief moment, revealing the innocence behind her masked aggression, and you pause, captivated by the tenderness of the desire in her gaze.

her face reddens even more, and you feel warmth spreading through your chest, knowing that you’re affecting her in exactly the way you want. “see?” you whisper. “it’s not so bad, right?” she nods, and you kiss her again, this time with the intention of making her feel safe and cherished. her lips are soft and warm, and each kiss you give her brings her closer to comfort. as the kiss deepens, her breathing intertwines with yours, and vi’s hands move to your back, caressing you tenderly. she lets out a small moan that melts into the tension-filled air, and you hold her even tighter, savoring the taste of her innocence and the passion awakening in every caress.

vi clings to you more intensely, her lips moving with yours, every lick you give her mouth igniting her further. her teeth clash awkwardly against yours as she tries to imitate your caresses, and the saliva begins to flow between you, creating a sticky sound that fills the silence of the room. her eyes open and close to the rhythm of the kiss, the moonlight filtering through the window illuminating her flushed face.

“is this what a kiss with… with…” she whispers, unable to finish her sentence as every attempt to speak turns into a gasp.

“yes, my love, with the tongue,” you reply with a mischievous smile, never stopping the kiss.

she processes your response and continues, now with a gleam of excitement in her eyes. she starts to respond with her own tongue, sliding it into your mouth, licking your lips and teeth with the clumsiness of someone discovering a new taste and texture. her movements are erratic, full of unrestrained passion, and with each lick she gives you, you feel her handing over another piece of her vulnerability.

“vi, slow down,” you whisper, gently guiding her face, showing her the softness she’s capable of.

she calms down for a moment, her eyes opening, revealing the confusion and fear of not being what you want, of not knowing what you’re looking for. you look at her tenderly, caressing her cheek with the tip of your finger, making her understand that there’s nothing to fear, that you’re guiding her on this path of discovery.

the kiss turns wild again, the tension rises, and the room fills with the sound of her moans and your whispered reassurances. your mouth explores hers, your tongues intertwining, separating, and meeting again in a sensual and sinuous dance that seems endless. the training room becomes a refuge of passion and discovery, and in every moment, vi’s hardness fades, revealing the sweetness hidden beneath her tough exterior.

her breathing turns into gasps, her hands move urgently across your back, and the sensation of her fingers caressing your skin is exquisite. the kiss has become a storm she can’t control, an explosion of desire that overwhelms her, embarrassing her and, at the same time, filling her with a pleasure she never imagined.

in an experienced gesture, you take her chin, pausing the storm of kisses for a moment, and look into her eyes. in that instant, you see the life behind the tough facade she shows the world. “relax, you’re perfect,” you whisper, and she, with her gaze clouded by excitement, smiles shyly at you, letting you know that despite the clumsiness, what she feels is real, pure, and that she doesn’t want the kiss to end.

with your hearts beating in unison, you continue the lesson, guiding vi through this uncharted territory. every deep kiss and every caress of your tongues becomes a promise of what you could be. her nails lightly press into your skin, an instinctive response to the pleasure overwhelming her. her eyes widen, and in them, you see a mixture of wonder, desire, and a little bit of fear. you caress her gently, letting her know that everything is in her hands, that she’s the one in control, the one deciding the pace.

catching her breath, vi begins to take the lead, kissing you with the intensity she feels, returning the passion you’ve taken the time to awaken in her. her mouth opens, and her saliva mingles with yours in a clumsy and beautiful union. her moans grow louder, and the sexual tension that has built up in the room is palpable. your breathing quickens, your hands move down her back, pulling her hips closer to yours, and the sensation of her curves against you is deliciously overwhelming.

your lips part, panting in unison, saliva glistening at the corners of your mouths. her eyes open, full of disbelief and excitement. “that… that was…” vi stammers, her hands clutching your shirt.

you smile, caressing her cheek. “that was a kiss. a real kiss.”

she looks at your mouth, temptation glowing in her eyes. “can we try again?”

“of course,” you reply, your lips moving toward hers again.

your lips meet in a kiss even more passionate than the last, your tongues tangling, testing, learning. her nails dig into your back, pushing your mouth against hers, and the sound of crumpled fabric joins your gasps.

“ah…” vi moans, and the sound pierces your chest.

“do you like it?” you whisper against her lower lip.

she nods, and her mouth opens, inviting you to deepen it further. she begins to move her tongue, mimicking your caresses, and every movement is a step forward in trust and comfort.

“yes… more…” she whispers, and you can’t help but smile at the plea in her tone.

the kiss intensifies, the training room turning into a whirlwind of passion, and the night stretches out before you, full of possibilities and discoveries.

“i… i love you,” vi murmurs, her hot breath brushing against your neck.

your hands freeze, your eyes snapping open in shock. “what?”

she pulls away, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with panic. “i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t… i didn’t mean…”

you grab her shoulders, stopping her torrent of apologies. “vi, don’t worry. that wasn’t bad. i love you too, i always have..."

she looks at you, insecurity battling with emotion. “really?”

you nod, smiling sincerely. “really.”

with a sigh of relief, vi hugs you, and your mouths find each other again, her confession still lingering in the air. the kiss softens, now filled with an affection that wasn’t obvious in the earlier clumsiness and overwhelming desire.

“vi, if you want, there are many more lessons i can teach you,” you whisper in her ear, prompting her to bite your earlobe in affirmation of her desire.

“tell me what else you want us to do?” she asks, eager to learn.

you smile, savoring the excitement of the night ahead. “let the magic take its course,” you say, kissing her again, guiding her in the dance of desire, letting her feel every step she takes on this entirely new journey for her.