Vi x Reader One shots

Say Please

Warnings: Sexual themes.

Scenario type: Angst, fluff and a lot of sexual tension.

Scenario scene: You and Vi are invited to your sisters baby shower. But Vi has never met your family before. Something that seems to worry her.

Say Please

"Vi." I whine out to the redhead currently assaulting my sides with her ticklish hands.

"What's wrong, tiny? I thought you liked being touched by me." My girlfriend's voice is teasing as she continues to abuse my sensitive sides. One of her arms is enough to keep me locked in place as the other continues its assault.

I try to struggle out of her iron grasp with no success. I was trapped. No matter how hard I thrashed or tried to break free, Vi's grip never loosened. Not even for a second. My poor body was trapped until she decided to stop her tickle monster game.

With my physical attempts to break free failing miserably, I try my luck at talking my way out of the situation. Talking is easier said than done though when giggles are being forced out of my chest without much time to breath. Still, I try my hardest to suck in air between my giddy giggles.

"Vi!-" I hardly manage to yowl out before I'm stopped by more of my own laughter. "You know I don't like being tickled! Stop!" Despite my desperate plea for her to stop, she doesn't. Instead she starts to tickle me harder. Managing to find all the most ticklish points on my side.

"I didn't hear the magic word sweet cheeks." She says, sounding all too proud of herself. "God, I hate this woman sometimes!" I think to myself as I'm forced into begging for my own freedom.

"Please!" I scream out into the living room. The once quiet, living room. That was until I was brutally assaulted by my freshly showered girlfriend, Vi. At this point my stomach is starting to ache from the teasing at my sides. Not to mention my tensing muscles.

"Please what?" She taunts back. Only now as her tickling hand eases its invasion on my sides, do I notice her wet hair that has apparently been dripping on me this whole time.

"Please stop tickling me!" And as if by magic, she lets go immediately. I launch forward and away from my now very smug and drippy haired girlfriend. As my body launches forward, I make contact with the sofa and lean against the backrest.

The heart in my chest is racing as it pounds adrenaline through my body. But as I try to catch my breath, Vi stands away from me, grinning triumphantly.

"You are an asshat, you know that?" The glare that accompanies my unladylike words is enough to kill. Or so I had hoped. "You got me wet too." I add on, to emphasise my unimpressed state. Vi simply chuckles at me then crosses her arms over her chest.

"A hot asshat." She corrects. "It wouldn't be the first time I've made you wet either." She says with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Pfft. Not right now you aren't." Vi's smirk gets bigger at my dry words. Then she starts to take a few steps toward me. "I have nothing to say about your last remark."

"You weren't saying that last night..." Another step. "Or yesterday morning..." With each step Vi takes, my already pounding heart manages to find a way to beat faster and harder against my ribcage. Her voice becomes more sultry every inch she closes between us.

As thoughts from the past couple of days flood my brain, it becomes scrambled. And as if that isn't bad enough, a lump begins to form in my throat. Which makes protesting much harder.

Vi closes the little space left between us with two quick yet casual strides. Her arms cage me against the back of the sofa before I have a chance to escape. And like a mouse caught by a cat, her body is a towering mass of muscle in comparison to my own. Unfortunately for me, nothing makes me weaker than this towering lummox. Add her goofily attractive smile and it's all over. Something she has proven to be aware of far too many times.