A/N
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Hello, it's been a while. How y'all doing??
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Requested by @OffcialMurata
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Jealousy rarely ever crossed Vi's mind, she got mad, yes but jealous? That didn't happen often, but when it did. Whatever she was getting jealous over was deemed important and irreplaceable in the brawler's eyes.
She cares about Caitlyn, don't get her wrong. She would ride and die for the girl, that's her partner in the workforce. But watching Caitlyn interact with you made her blood boil, forming her hands into tight fists.
She grits her teeth quietly, Caitlyn's cheeks flushing bright pink as you drag your index finger against her face, stroking the soft skin lovely. You send her a sweet smile, purposely slowing down your finger to linger on the clear skin of Caitlyn.
"Has anyone told you that you're quite the woman to bless the human eyes?" You ask smoothly, a charming smile riding the corner of your lips. The sniper stumbles over her words, fingers tightening up on the paperwork she grasps. Face flush pink, she pulls her bottom lip between her white teeth.
You push a strand of dark indigo hair behind a slightly red ear, Caitlyn shyly avoids your gaze, finding your gesture of kindness sweet and intimate.
A gesture saved for a loved one, a significant other.
"I.. I don't believe so."
Vi's positive that whatever was in her hand, is shattered into countless pieces.
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The door shuts, you're pushed up against the wooden object. Lost as Vi tangles her hands in your shirt, gripping the collar with a tight grip.
The situation gets more confusing when the pink hair boxer growls low in your face, fangs flashing in the dimmed apartment. You're unfazed, hands finding way onto Vi's hips.
You feel her shudder, fighting to keep the act of dominance up or become a puddle of submission in your hands. Her teeth brush against your neck, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beat.
Her fingers loosen around the collar of your shirt, the slight snarling stops. Before Vi can process anything, you're the one pinning her up against the door. Your hand wrapped around her neck, your fingertips digging into the sides.
She gasps, a hand shooting to grab your wrist but not push you away. A light euphoria fogs her mind, causing the boxer's eyes to almost roll back. You're the one to growl into her ear, Vi's knees buck at the mere sound.
You hold her up by your grip around her neck. You roughly palm at her chest, her whimpers being music to your ears.
"You've always been all bark but no bite." You nip her earlobe, hand now shoved under her shirt to knead her breast. "You play top..." Your teeth dig themselves into Vi's neck, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to leave a visible mark.
"But I know, you know that you're nothing more than a bratty bottom." Your hand slips pass the waistband of Vi's pants and underwear, fingers teasing her soaked center.
You smirk at her small mewls, hips jerking and bucking for your friction. "Y/N—!" You cut her off, fingers tightening around her neck. She yelps, her oxygen being cut off briefly. A finger's thrust roughly pass her entrance. "You only speak unless given permission, understand?" You snarl, showing you're not in the mood to deal with Vi's bullshit or games.
She nods her head desperately, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. You give her jaw a long lick, tracing that defined part of her face. You lick her upper lip as well, kissing the scar there.
"Good girl."
You skip foreplay, you usually like building tension, seeing the tough brawler squirm under your touch. You marvel at the sight of the girl begging and pleading, puppy eyes on display for you to stop teasing.
For you to just say "fuck it", stick a finger or two in her and fuck her till her throat goes dry from her constant screams of pleasure.
But you didn't want to build tension, too impatient and slightly mad at the little stunt your toy pulled minutes ago. You push another digit in without warning, fucking her senseless.
Vi's breathy moans and gasps filled the empty apartment, wet sounds following after. Your thumb softly stroking her swollen clit, the act causing the pink hair boxer's walls to clamp around your fingers. Thighs trapping your hand between her legs, throwing her head back at the feeling of your fingers stretching her out, roughly fucking her to an orgasm.
You groan, the grip around your fingers getting denser. "You can speak." You grunt out. "Please! Please! I-I need... fuck.. I-I'm.. g-gonna-" You kiss the underside of her jaw, nipping at her earlobe.
"You can come." Vi's lips part for a silent scream to slip by, body thrashing as she comes on your fingers. You continue to kiss her face and neck, pace slowing down while you help calm her down from her high.
You pull your fingers out once Vi's orgasm has passed, you smile, all smug, licking Vi's juices off your fingertips. "You didn't strike me as the jealous type?" Vi pouts, face still flushed pink and sweating from her climax. She pulls you in for a hug, burying her face in your chest.
"Shut up. You can cuddle me or use your mouth for something else..." It's all muffled by your shirt but you hear it all, a smirk replaces your smug smile.
"I'm totally putting my mouth to use tonight."
