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Vi’s lips were rough against yours. Hands grasping at the bottom of your shirt as you both separated long enough for her to pull it off you and throw it somewhere onto the floor. Vi immediately attaches her mouth to one of your nipples, sucking on it as her other hand, soaked from being knuckle deep in you moments before, came up to tug at the other
You groan at the feeling, your hand threading through her dark hair to pull her closer as your other reaches between you both to hastily grab the strap sitting heavily between her legs.
You rest your hand on her shoulder and line it up with your sopping cunt. You’d never admit to her face that she does this to you but the smirk on her face makes it known that you don’t need to.
Vi takes her hand off your chest to bat your hand away and line your hips up with it herself. “Never again, huh?” She scoffs.
The last time this happened plays through your head and yeah, you did say that. But somehow you always end up back in her shitty room. Whether it was under or above her on the makeshift bed or pushed up against the sink, you both always found a way to temporarily get past the fights and the rivalry to do this.
“Shut up— fuck,“ You try, getting cut off with a gasp that turns into a moan as she pulls your hips down, thrusting her own up at the same time to fully bury the strap inside of you. Your arms wrap around her shoulders tightly, nails digging into the tattooed skin beneath them as her hips find that punishing rhythm of hers.
“Not so talkative now, are you?” Vi teases, leaning back against the headboard slightly to plant her feet on the bed and pound up into you harder. Her abs flex under the strain but her motions continue undeterred.
Your thighs tense from where they’re straddled over her as she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you down against her, keeping your back arched slightly. You moan as she manages to rock the strap deeper inside you, the ridges across it scraping against your walls deliciously.
Vi grunts as your lips mouth at her neck, her chest heaving as every thrust of her hips makes the base rub deliciously against her clit through the thin boxers tight around her hips.
Your sensitive nipples scrape against the dirty bandages wrapped around Vi’s chest with every slap of her hips against yours. Panting into her neck as you shove a hand between you both to rub tight circles on your clit. You use your free arm to pull yourself up slightly to grind back against the strap with every thrust.
“Fuck, look at you.” Vi breathes out, her voice strained as she watches your hand move between your legs. Her hips falter slightly as you grind down just right, heat pooling in her gut as she takes in the sight of the person she hates… usually.
Your eyes fluttering closed with every drag of the strap, wetness sticking to the coarse hairs peaking out her waistband, your breasts bouncing with every slam of your hips. She can’t resist leaning up to bite and suck on them again, her hips thrusting up harder every time the base grinds against her wet aching clit.
You can’t help but whine as her teeth sink into the soft skin of your breast, her tongue roughly licking over the hard nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Your cunt clenches around the strap as the sensation goes straight to your core. Your fingers move deftly over the swollen bud, your head tilting back to expose your neck as she angles her hips just right so the strap hits that spot inside of you dead on.
Vi kisses up your chest as her hips continue to move, shoving her face into your neck to leave an abundance of marks across the skin.
“Vi… Vi, ’m gonna cum,” You grasp at her shoulder as your walls flutter around the strap, your fingers sliding easily across your soaked clit. Your hips chase the sensation, fucking yourself on the strap as the feeling rapidly builds up inside of you.
“Fucking cum then,” She bites out, her hands pulling your hips down harder against her own, chasing the feeing of her boxers, slick with arousal, rubbing against her puffy clit. She kisses you roughly, her tongue pushing past your lips as she clenches around nothing. “Fuckin’ drip all over it, baby.”
Your nails dig into her bicep hard as you come undone, your cunt tightening around the strap as your hips roll against the base. Your mouth drops open and your eyes roll back as it crashes over you.
Vi fucks you through it, breath speeding up and muscles burning as she grinds her clit into the sticky material of her boxers every time the base pushes against them as you take it all the way.
You whimper as she ruts up into you, chasing her pleasure. Your legs tighten around her waist as you continue moving, sparks of overstimulation shooting through your body making you groan and shift slightly against her.
“F-Fuck, right there,” Vi moans lowly, her hips twitching up quicker as the strap shifts just right against her. She captures your lips in a deep kiss again as pleasure coils tight inside her.
You pant into her mouth, the strap sliding in and out of you smoothly, coated in your slick and cum. Your oversensitive clit twitches as it scrapes across the base making you tighten around the strap every time you drop down.
Vi’s lips kiss messily down your jaw as she rolls her hips up, her hands grabbing your hips to pull you down harder.
You rest the side of your head against Vi’s as the pressure starts to build up inside you again. You desperately grasp at her chest, your fingers sliding over her sensitive nipples poking against the bandages.
She tenses beneath you as her orgasm crashes through her, cursing beneath you as her hips crash harder into yours. Her hand digs into your hip, holding you down against her as she rides through it.
The feeling triggers your own orgasm, your legs shaking as your cunt pulses around the strap. Your head drops onto her shoulder as you grind against it slowly, the mess you made on the harness and her boxers smearing with every movement.
Vi leans back on her elbow whilst she catches her breath giving you room to move your forehead against her shoulder to look down at the mess between you both. You groan before collapsing against her, her arm coming up to wrap around your waist.
… You still hate her.