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man, i bet some big, beefy woman knuckle-deep in me this holiday would finally fix that faulty wiring in my brain

round two yearning

suggestive| vi x fem!reader

a/n: they're so silly your honour. writing stuff like this makes me so happy.

your tits being vi's phone background is something you hadn't expected. but it isn't something that surprised you; it's vi after all and she's made it blatantly obvious that she's obsessed with you.

still.

"so every time someone looks at your phone, they see my boobs?" you ask her, looking at the photo that graces her screen. it's a very attractive photo, does your tits justice with how they're squished together. and if you look closely enough, you can see faint traces of vi's bite marks.

once again, the girl is obsessed.

"no, they see a different one," vi explains and switches the photo to something more publicly appropriate. like you pulling a delightfully hideous face at a man who tried to pick you up. that was taken seconds before vi appeared and bashed his face in when he tried to square up to her.

you snort loudly, looking at your twisted facial expression before cackling, your head thrown back.

"fuck you!" you yell, shoving at vi's shaking shoulder because she's also laughing. "i'd rather they see my tits!"

"i wouldn't!" vi yells back, grinning like the hooligan she is. "your tits are mine and mine alone. they're there for me during the hardest of times. whenever i feel down, i just change the picture, and i get immediate sweet relief."

it's so stupid, but your heart warms at the sentiment because it's vi. she can make anything sound meaningful; she's done it with your pussy a fair few times.

"ugh, fine," you groan but you're smiling. "your oddly romantic words win this time."

vi lifts her arms up in victory, beaming as she grabs at your face to smother it in kisses.

you graciously allow it to happen.

"you're so whipped for me," vi teases, squishing your cheeks together and smoothing your puckered lips. "makes you look stupid."

"i'll kwill ywu," you threaten with little hostility because vi's right.

you are whipped.