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Being with Vi oftentimes meant getting into trouble like this. You got into the car’s passenger side, giggling.
“That was so much fun!” You chirped.
Vi chuckled, “jus’ a Wednesday, babe,” she stepped on the gas, swerving away from the police before they could even get a proper plate number.
“Oh! What if they see your licence plate!?” You asked, eyes wide with genuine concern.
Vi waved a hand carelessly.
“Who said the car’s mine?”
That made you fall harder in love.
“You’re so sexy.”
“And you’re a lil’ strange, doll.”
You pouted.
“Nah, not like that, babe,” Vi put a hand over your thigh, “you’re gorgeous, y’had amazing parents who loved you, and y’threw all that away for, what, dating a criminal like me who’s always on the run? Why?”
You tilted your head innocently, bringing a hand up to her face, gently stroking the side.
“Hey, you’re not just some criminal to me.”
Vi’s expression softened just a fraction, “you’re a sweetheart.”
“I’m just the love of your life,” you smiled.
“Damn fuckin’ right.”
The car’s engine roared.
You rolled a window down, “we’re going so fast!”
Vi squeezed your thigh a little, “wanna pull up somewhere later, and y’know…?”
You grinned, toothy, scheming.
“Do I ever say no?”
Vi shook her head, a wicked smile wide on her scarred lips. “y’never disappoint, princess.”
By the time Vi had pulled up somewhere distant and safe enough, she was already grabbing you by the waist with her to the backseat of the car. You didn't fight her. You wanted this so badly. It had been a while since you both had done it in such a compromising situation, and the thrill of getting caught while fucking in a deserted parking lot— it turned you on.
“Oh my gosh, baby!”
You giggled and moved on top of her, her hand displaced you easily as she pulled you closer. Fiery red hair spread all across the back seats like silk as she brought you closer.
“I love your perfume.”
You blushed at that, “that so?”
“Mhm,” she brought you closer, “m’more interested n’what flavour gum y’chewin’.”
You giggled more, letting your nose brush hers. Vi smiled, smile lines showing just for a second before she grabbed the front of your dress and pulled you in for a rough kiss.
Your smooth lips pressed against hers and you tasted the blood from the last brawl. You didn’t mind. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you deepened the kiss, allowing Vi to shove her tongue in your mouth. Your lipstick smudged against her lips.
You both pulled away, catching breaths.
Vi smirked, you returned it.
“Dirty girl,” she murmured.
Your hands fisted in the front of her shirt, “you’re not any better,” you paused, “you stole my gum.”
Vi didn’t answer. She chewed quietly. Thoughtfully.
“Strawberry.”
You rolled your eyes, “weirdo.”
That made Vi’s smirk widen as she pulled you closer, not hands resting on the curves of your hips.
She moved you. Back and forth.
You whimpered when your clothed cunt rubbed against the texture of her belt and the ridges of her abs from where her shirt had ridden up.
“Slut.”
“Lemme rub your cunt and degrade you when you react.”
Vi grabbed your chin, pulling you down. Your lips tipped open. She spat the gum back in your mouth. Warmer now.
“You’re my bitch.”
“Mhm,” you grinned. “I am.”
Vi moved you, the car shook slightly with every movement. The friction against your crotch was almost too much to bear. Your eyes were starting to tear already.
“Vi, please…”
Her hand was big, stronger than the force exerted by your entire body even if you tried to push her off. You didn’t want her to stop though. There was something arousing about being so utterly helpless even when you’re on top of her.
“Move.” She growled.
You obliged, riding her abs.
“You keep this up, I’ll cum in my panties.”
Vi chuckled, “then you’re spending the rest o’ the time n’the car without ‘em.”
“You’re a fuckin’ cunt.”
“Deal with it, princess.”
Despite what you said you didn’t stop, you kept moving. You felt Vi’s fingers lazily meddling with the waist of your panties so you gripped the hem of your dress and picked it up just enough to tease her with the white cotton garment underneath.
It made Vi cuss under her breath.
“You’re just tryna rile me up.”
“You’re the one that wanted me t’ride your abs,” you said, pulling your dress up further enough to show your tummy.
That was it.
Vi broke.
She grabbed your panties from the back, using her other hand to lift you up and she ripped them right off.
“Violet!”
“Shut up. You did this to yourself.”
Vi threw away the useless shreds of clothes before lowering your bare bottom down on her abs. She groaned at the feeling of your soaked cunt pressed up against her skin.
You knew you had to abuse your new power.
You steadied your hands on her broad chest before you started moving. Your pussy ground against her v-line, taking advantage of her ab lines as you moved. Vi moaned under her breath.
The sight alone was so tempting.
It took all her power to not just flip you down to the backseat, take the dildo out of the glovebox and shove it in you til you squirted all over her.
“You’re such a bratty little princess, ain’t you?”
You grinned, satisfied, “the best of the best.”
“Damn right.” She raised a hand, wiping the smudge of your lipstick away with her thumb. “My good little princess.”
That made you move faster.
Your pussy was so soaked you were creaming on Vi’s abs and leaving them to be a sticky mess. She lowered her hand down and slowly stuck inside two fingers.
The sound your pussy made was absolutely disgusting. Depraved.
Your mouth fell open feeling her digits stretching your hole. They moved slowly at first, finding a pace that was comfortable for both of you before she started moving them. Every single scar and callous from street brawls and such, you could feel it all.
It made the sensation ten times better.
“Shit, Vi, your fingers feel so good.”
“They really do,” she curled them, “don’t they?”
Your eyes rolled back, “shit. Baby… oh!”
Your pussy clenched around her, velvety walls tightening just enough to make Vi get wet inside her boxers. But for now she wanted to take care of her pretty little thing.
You held her shoulders as you moved on her fingers, riding them. Vi watched, bottom lip caught between her front teeth as she admired the way you fucked yourself on her digits.
Like a fucking slut.
Like her slut.
That turned her on more than anything.
“Alright, that’s it, baby. Now, cum.”
As if your body reacted to her comment instantly— your pussy clenched and convulsed. You fell over the edge, head blank and eyes staring into nothingness as you came down from the high.
Vi pulled her fingers out with a wet “pop”, and stuck them in your open mouth.
“Suck, baby.”
You obliged and weakly sucked her fingers, liking your cum off them until they were soaked in saliva, and clean off your juices.
Before you could ask her if she wanted you to return the favour, Vi grabbed you by the waist and pulled you up to her face. You gasped and squirmed a little but you were once again easily displaced by your much bigger and stronger girlfriend. She placed you on her face.
Your cheeks flushed so red you could feel the heat radiating off yourself.
“Vi— wait, I’m not ready—!”
She grabbed your thighs with both hands. Then squeezed.
“Well, I am.”
That’s all the reason she needed.
Her tongue went to action. Actually, not just her tongue. She did it with her whole face. Her tongue disappeared in you.
Deeper than you’d ever felt someone’s tongue go. Her nose bumped against your clit occasionally and her nose ring— being colder than the rest of her face— definitely added to the sensations. It didn’t help that Vi’s scarred lips had a delicious texture that made your pussy drool pathetically.
“I’m gonna cum again!” You gasped, shaking your hand, “n-no, Vi, I’m sensitive! Wait!”
Vi paused just for a second, “if y’wanna cum, then cum.”
You whimpered, body quivering as you finished all over her face. Vi paused, and slurped. You grabbed the head of the seat, trying to get away.
“Vi, oh my god. You’re such an asshole. Y’know I’m sensitive!”
Vi chuckled, sending vibrations up your pussy. It only made you struggle harder.
Suddenly, a sharp smack inflicted on your ass. It made you pause instantly, suddenly obedient now that you realised Vi did have the upper hand.
“Sorry, daddy,” you said in a low voice.
Vi groaned, “fuckin’ bitch.” And kept cleaning you with her tongue.
You knew better than to stop your hungry girlfriend.