(Request by Rania)
The dimly lit apartment in Zaun buzzed with the tension of a storm about to break. The worn-down walls seemed to absorb the echoes of your heated argument, making everything feel more claustrophobic. Vi's fiery spirit clashed with your reserved demeanor once again, the spark this time something trivial, something you couldn't even recall now. Her fierce eyes locked onto yours, blazing with intensity.
"You're such a fucking pain in the ass, you know that?" Vi snarled, her breath hot on your skin as she stood inches from you. You could see the tiny beads of sweat forming on her tattooed collarbone, the way her muscles flexed under her fair skin.
"Me?" you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest. "You're the one who's being ridiculous!"
She scoffed, running a hand through her pink cropped hair. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking, virgin."
The word stung, igniting a fire within you. Without thinking, you shoved her hard, both hands pressing against her shoulders. She stumbled back, colliding with the wall. For a moment, she was silent, her eyes wide with surprise. Then, a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Oh, it's on now," she growled.
Before you could react, she launched herself at you, tackling you onto the couch. The impact knocked the wind out of you, but instead of pain, you felt her lips on yours, hot and hungry. Her hands were rough, grasping at your clothing as she ripped off your shirt. You gasped against her mouth, shocked by the sudden turn of events. "What are you doing?" you managed to pant out.
She pulled back, her eyes dark and dangerous. "Shut up," she snarled. In one swift motion, she grabbed her belt, looping it around your wrists. You struggled a little, but she was stronger, her movements swift and sure. She tightened the belt, securing your wrists together. "You're such a bitch sometimes," she muttered, her voice low and threatening.
Naked and vulnerable, your breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Vi's still fully clothed, straddling you, her thighs strong and firm on either side of your hips. She slipped a hand between your legs, her fingers rough as they pushed into you. You cried out, your body arching involuntarily.
"Fuck, you're tight," she muttered, her fingers moving in a harsh rhythm. "Still arguing with me, princess?" she asked, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
You tried to glare at her, but your body was betraying you, your hips lifting to meet her thrusts. "Fuck you," you managed to gasp out.
She laughed, a low, throaty sound. "That's the idea," she said. She leaned down, her teeth grazing your neck. You shivered, your body aching with a need you've never felt before.
Suddenly, she pulled away, her fingers leaving you empty and wanting. She grabbed the belt around your wrists, tugging you up. "Come on," she growled, dragging you towards the bedroom. "We're not done yet."
You stumble after her, your body throbbing. She's still cursing you out, her voice a steady stream of insults and threats. But her grip on the belt is sure, her stride confident. She knows what she's doing, and despite yourself, you trust her.
She shoves you onto the bed, your bound wrists making it difficult to catch yourself. You land on your back, your breath hitching. Vi stands at the foot of the bed, her eyes raking over your naked body. She unbuckles her belt, her pants hitting the floor with a thud. She's wearing a pink strap-on, the sight of it making your heart pound.
"Spread your legs," she orders, her voice harsh. You hesitate, and she grabs your ankles, forcing them apart. "I said, spread your legs."
You swallow hard, your body trembling. She climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between your thighs. She spits on her hand, slicking up the strap-on. You watch, your mouth dry, as she guides it to your entrance.
She pushes in, slow but steady. You cry out, your body stretching to accommodate her. She curses under her breath, her hips beginning to move. She's rough, her thrusts hard and deep. You can feel every inch of her, your body aching with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, you're tight," she mutters again, her hands gripping your hips. She leans down, her body covering yours. Her lips find yours, her kiss as rough as her thrusts. You can taste the sweat on her lips, the salt of her skin.
You moan into her mouth, your body beginning to move with hers. She pulls back, her eyes locking onto yours. "That's it, princess," she growls. "Fucking take it."
You can feel the pressure building in your body, the tension winding tighter and tighter. Vi's thrusts are relentless, her body demanding a response from yours. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body teetering on the edge.
"Vi," you gasp out, her name a plea on your lips.
She grins, a feral, triumphant look. "That's it, princess," she says. "Come for me."
And you do. Your body convulses, your back arching as waves of pleasure crash over you. Vi rides you through it, her hips never stopping, her grip on you never loosening.
As you come down, your body limp and sated, Vi slows her thrusts. She pulls out, her body still poised between your thighs. She looks down at you, her expression unreadable.
"Not bad, princess," she says, a smirk playing on her lips. She reaches down, unbuckling the strap-on. She tosses it aside, her body still covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
You lie there, your breath coming in slow, steady gasps. Your body aches, but it's a good ache. A satisfied ache. You look up at Vi, her pink hair mussed, her fair skin flushed. She's never looked more beautiful.
"That was..." you start, but you can't find the words.
Vi grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Yeah," she says. "It really was."
She collapses onto the bed next to you, her body warm and solid. You snuggle up to her, your head resting on her shoulder. She wraps an arm around you, her hand tracing lazy patterns on your skin.
"You're still a pain in the ass," she mutters, her voice soft.
You smile, your eyes closing. "So are you, Vi," you murmur. "So are you."
As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but think that this is just the beginning. That there's so much more to explore, to experience. And with Vi by your side, you're ready for whatever comes next. Even if it means more arguments, more fights. Because you know, without a doubt, that the make-up sex will be worth it.
