⋆˙⟡ your girlfriend!vi is obsessed with your clit
word count: 1.1k
pairing: Vi x f!reader
tags: explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, over-stimulation, begging
⋆˚saori’s take: this is a req I had saved in my drafts but I accidentally deleted it 😩 big sorry to whoever requested it. also, I swear I’m trying to get the reqs done as fast as I can, it’s just that english isn’t my first language and lately everything I write feels like it was written by a 10-year-old 😭 so I keep deleting and redoing it
“Please,” Vi breaks the silence in the room, her voice needy, barely audible as she buries herself against your legs, inhaling your scent like she needs it to live.
You were supposed to watch a movie together, cuddled up to rest after a long day, but you made the big mistake of letting Violet settle between your legs, her head resting on your lower stomach. At first, everything was soft and innocent, you stroked her hair, telling her how much you missed her during the day. She complained about work and how annoying one of her coworkers was, but the moment you both fell silent and the movie got a little boring, some kind of wild beast awoke inside her. She turned over, lying on your stomach, spreading your legs for more space between them.
First, she got rid of your pants, saying she liked the warmth of your body without fabric in between. You said nothing. But now, it’s your underwear she insists on removing.
“Vi, I already told you no,” you protest, trying to close your legs, but her strong hand stops you, keeping them open. She whines like a child deprived of something she wants. You let out a small laugh. “You promised me it would just be a movie. I’m tired.” You lie. The truth is, you want Vi just as much, if not more, than she wants you. But there’s something in you that enjoys watching her beg, desperate for you.
“But I’m asking you nicely,” Vi complains again, burying her face back against your crotch. Her hands go to the waistband of your panties, trying to pull them down, but you stop her again, smiling. “Love, this isn’t fun. I need you.”
MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS
VI x BEST FRIEND!READER
TAGS: virgin!reader, Vi has a wild bush and nipple piercings, strap, fingering, oral, Vi being a little mean, overstimulation, happy tears, gentle → rough sex transition, aftercare, smut with very little plot, doggy style, bulging
SYNOPSIS: Suddenly your best friend Vi seems so delicious...
You swore you didn't think things would get out of hand so fast, so easily. But when you looked at Vi sitting there on your couch, covered in crumbs of whatever snacks she'd devoured during her video game break— you saw perfection.
You huffed a small sigh and shifted, you were seated beside her on the couch with your back against the armrest and legs over Vi's lap. She was hunched over your legs as she played her stupid game while you were stuck admiring her as a mindless TikTok played on your phone for the tenth time.
How do you think jealous the herta would be like, especially with someone who is so innocent that she doesn't realise she's making herta jealous
I can see Herta denying she is ever jealous because of her fat ego. Even more so because it seems like you have no idea how jealous you’re making her as you’re fraternizing with the other scientists. Who, according to Herta, clearly have a crush on you but you’re too oblivious to see it.
She’s too prideful to admit that she’s insecure, but if you asked her about it she would brush it off with a scoff. “Jealous? Me? The Herta?” She almost wants to bop you on the head for ever asking such a stupid question. “Of course I am not. I have much bigger things to worry about than some pesky scientists who have a crush on you. Did you really think I’d care that much?”
“I…I guess not.”
“Exactly, now stop asking me stupid questions, dear.”
She shoos you out of her office and pretends to be absorbed in her work, but the moment you’re gone she’s calling up all her Puppet Hertas to keep an eye on you and your “suitors.” With all her Puppets scattered about the station, she secretly keeps an eye on you as you innocently converse with the other scientists. Unfortunately for her, as her girlfriend you have been trained to know when she is stalking you through one of her Puppets Hertas.
“Love, are you watching me right now?”
And the Puppet Herta flees immediately. Herta so desperately does not want you to know she’s jealous, but it fails as you are now aware that she is. Who knew that just talking to another woman would have THE Herta pouting in jealousy.
《 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰.┊ ┊ ⋆˚ bloom. powder x f!reader. men & mdni. 》
when powder goes down on you she always brings with her a firm but gentle flow. as though you’re spilling your deepest secrets to her, and she’s swallowing them and spitting back out her most sincere reassurances.
her hands hold you open like a book she found herself too far gone in, the plot having thickened, unable to put it down until the story reaches the end.
your legs quiver around her head, fingers burying in her short hair, and it makes her ministrations intensify. fluttering her eyes open to look up at you, powder’s arms hook farther around your thighs as a way to ground you, to plant you where she needs you. soft wet lips dragging across sensitive skin, thighs, mound, petals and flower bud.
you feel yourself starting to open, to reveal yourself to the warm welcoming sun. “i’m so close, don’t stop.” you moan, making powder hum against your blooming folds. her fingers stroke your abdomen and you hold on tight, the gentle hand in yours the perfect amount of pressure you keep you from wilting beyond repair.
and the swirl of her tongue is like the “just right” amount of rain to have you bloom rapidly into a flourishing garden. the clouds clearing overhead to reveal the sun’s rays over your newly eager petals, that droplets slowly drip down from the aftermath of the revitalizing rainfall.
thighs gently shaking like leaves in the slow breeze, powder parts from you with a quiet ‘pop’ to kiss up your stomach. her lips planting seeds of her love as they go before they finally reach your lips, and you take her in your arms like the soil submerging the final burial.
“are you okay?” powder whispers against your damp cheek, her hand caressing up and down your side. you smile and sigh contently. “yeah. i love you.”
the woman smiles with her teeth and there’s a sparkle in her eyes as she looks down at you. it makes your face soften and stare. “i love you too.” she hums in reply, before tilting her head. “why are you staring at me like that, are you trying to make me nervous?”
you bite your lip and shake your head, eyes crinkling from the smile fighting it’s way onto your face. “i’m just admiring my sun.”
a/n: i can’t be poetic for shit i’m sorry
I NEED THIS WOMAN SO DEEP INSIDE ME THAT I CANT FEEL MY FUCKING LEGS NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY TO STAND UP I NEED HER TO GET ME PREGNANT UNTIL THE ENTIRE COSMOS HEARS ME SCREAM HER NAME
who said that
sorry guys my thoughts are getting out of hand recently if u see this ummmmmmmmmmm feeling cute might delete again
uhhhh i saw something and i. cw: fingering and that’s it. basically backshots but no dick or strap just her fingers. cursing?? idk. not proofread my clitoris did the thinking and i just put it on a spreadsheet.
a/n: ughhh i know that im supposed to write for jinx but i cant stop thinking abt this mf. wasian masc save me
just thinking about riding mizu’s fingers. so fucking long, slender, but reaching the deepest places inside you with such ease. it’s easy for her to slam her fingers in, width accommodating comfortably inside you while her fingertips nearly kiss your cervix.
BETWEEN ANGER AND AFFECTION
tw: horny lesbians, idk they tryna fight for dominance, oral sex (v!receiving) , strap (r!receiving), sate hex or make up sex? Idk, aint good with smut.
. It was a tough week for you; your finals were approaching, and your manager treated you poorly. You were exhausted and in need of some time alone—some time for yourself.
You lay in bed with your head down low, feeling a headache coming on. Just then, your
girlfriend, Vi, walked in and cuddled you from behind. You took none of this, you love her, but in times like this, you felt that a touch of another person, anyone, is just plain annoying.
“Hey, shortcake? What’s happening to you? Talk to me.” Vi questioned with a look of concern and a loving look.
“Nothing, just had a really tough week.” The cold dismissal and mutters were not like you. Vi definitely noticed something wrong going on with you.
“I know something’s wrong, just tell me-” “Shut up!” You couldn’t take it anymore, you were angry, for sure, not to her but to anything. Every sound and noise of the world grates your ears painfully. Just wanting to just hide away from the rest of this world as your anger subsides.
“Look, shortcake, I’m trying to help you here. This problem won’t solve itself until you tell me something about it. Please, for me?” Vi held a gentle approach to you, keeping you held and grounded. Your posture was rigid, jaw clenched, you shot up from the bed, overlooking her with an intense, unblinking glare. “Look, im trying not to be a bitch but leave me the fuck alone.” Your arms were crossed, chest puffed up, and your voice had a sharp edge to it.
“What is your problem?” Vi can feel her patience wearing thin with you. She tried to be gentler, but this is not working. “Look, i can’t help you if you’re being a bitch about it”
“Oh, fuck you. Maybe we shouldn’t talk this time.” You blurted out.
“Fine!” She exclaimed, with a sigh, she walked out of your room.
Your room felt empty without her, your mind afflicted with warring emotions. A part of you wanted to apologize to her, to pull her back in. But a part of you also wanted to be left alone, to rest from the world and its passing time.
You lay back down on your bed, your body in a fetal position, your headache, now long forgotten in the heat of the situation now coming back to you like the waves of a roaring tempest.
Days passed, without proper conversation and only passing glances. You ached to feel her again, in your arms, or you in hers. Vi, too, missed you; she longed for no passing glances or accidental touches with one another. She longed for you, for your affection.
The kitchen was lit dimly, you working on your own dinner and Vi working with hers. She looked over to you, silently praying that you would reach out to her and make amends. She would do it, but she also still has her pride intact. You’re the one who started this, you should reach out, not her.
She waited for a few minutes, for you, for signs that you were apologetic. But no, you didn’t, you did not even meet her gaze.
You left the kitchen without a word, and she’s so full of it. She pulled your arm, not caring if your dinner dropped on the floor, they needed to talk.
“Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?” She interrogated. “Look, Vi, I'm tired, okay?” You dismissed her, again. She’s fed up with you treating her like this.
In almost a second, she smashed both of your lips together in a heated kiss, pushing you into a nearby wall for support. The heated kiss turned into making out, hands wandering into every crevice and curve of one another’s bodies. Your hands ran to her pink hair, pulling it roughly, tongues fighting for dominance as you both were pulled into a messy kiss. The dinner had long been forgotten on the cold, hard floor.
Your hands found the hem of her sports bra, pulling it up and exposing her toned chest. Her calloused hands finding their way beneath your sweatpants and panties. She inserted two digits in, pushing it knuckle deep. You moaned into the prolonged kiss you two shared. She led you to the bedroom, not breaking the kiss. You pushed her onto the bed, straddling her. You started inching lower and lower, sucking her hardened nipples. After you were done with your ministrations on her chest, you trailed kisses downwards, reaching her spread legs as you pulled down her sweatpants, revealing her boxers underneath. The boxers, too, followed the sweatpants on the floor, baring her dripping heat to you. You gave her clit a few teasing licks, while your fingers worked their way in her hole.
After a tease or two, suckled on the bump, hard, while your fingers thrusts knuckle deep in and out of her well fucked hole. Your mouth and fingers worked in tandem as you brought her closer to the precipice, her back arched, pupils dilating. You knew she was near, so you redoubled your efforts to bring her closer to the edge. You felt her juices gush out of her hole, She let out a sweet, sweet groan.
After a while, after she caught her breath, she flipped you both over, rummaging through the nightstand. She reached for the strap, attaching the harness to her pelvis. She forcefully spread your legs as she undressed you of your sweatpants, pulling them down and onto the floor. She sets aside your panties, slamming the silicone in you in one stroke. It was fully inside of you, stretching you out with the girth. Her thrusts were feral and filthy. The headboard slamming loudly against the wall, your moans were loud as you wrapped your legs around her, your nails digging into her back.
She angled her thrusts to that spongy spot that for sure will make you moan loudly, abusing it further and further. She wrung out orgasms from you; you’ve turned into a babbling mess, crying from overstimulation. The time she stopped, you were still crying.
She collapsed onto the bed next to you, breathless, “How you feeling?’ She asked, as if she did not overstimulate you into oblivion. You could only mutter “Fine” too tired to speak and move.
“Sorry…” You managed to blurt out. “I was just tired from that week..” you added. “It’s okay, shortcake. I understand.” She pulled you closer to her, cuddling you as you both slept.
"how do you know shit is close if you don't use periods trafficking apps" ik shit is close when i feel like I'll die and go feral if I don't get this mizussy against my face soaking it in her juices, eating her out from the back with her humping my face trying to shove my tongue deeper into her then swiping my nose against her butt hole teasing it before diving in giving both holes the proper care she deserves 🙏