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It’s 4 in the morning and Maddie hears her phone buzz.
vi
u up?
Definitely way too late (or way too early?) for a booty call. Maybe Maddie should leave it alone, just not respond… till later. She’s still a weak woman.
She realizes her fingers work faster than her brain when it comes to Vi—there’s a bad attempt of a double entendre joke brewing in her head and the only reason it’s bad is because it’s Vi whose fingers are always inside her—because she finds herself typing back.
It’s too late to turn back, because Vi had to have been seeing the three dots signaling Maddie’s impending response.
me
yes… do u know how late it is
i was up till 2 finishing a project then i got knackered and thought i could just sleep this off then i get a message from u now im talking to u and now i cant sleep
She says a project, not the project or my project. Like it’s something vague and broad and not something specific that Vi actually paid any attention to. Which she doesn’t. And that’s fine.
Rambling in her texts wasn’t part of the plan, but she had already hit send and it was too late to change anything. Maybe Vi will be thrown off by her whining.
vi
i forget ure such a light sleeper
me personally i get knocked out like a lamp
She knows. She’s also shocked Vi isn’t turned off by her rambling. Don’t think anything of it, Maddie.
me
i know
vi
fuck is that supposed to mean
me
nothing i like that you’re a heavy sleeper
and i just noted it from when we were paired up for that one assignment
vi
when i raided your fridge and you still made me sleep on your couch
me
yeah
There was a beat of silence before she hears a ping from her phone again.
vi
want me to come over?
fuck u back to sleep?
Maddie’s breath hitches. Vi has always been direct, yet it still shocks her when she says shit like this. Her fingers hover over her phone keyboard. To fuck or not to fuck, that is the question.
me
yes
She was always a weak woman.
When Vi arrives in Maddie’s apartment, she’s wearing a ratty wifepleaser shirt and cargo shorts and her one bag that contains what can only be her strap.
Maybe it’s because it’s 4am but Vi has never looked hotter in her eyes. Maybe it’s the glow of dusk. Maybe Maddie is just horny. Vi is here specifically to fuck her. God help her—even though they’ve been doing this for a while.
Vi throws the bag on her bed and motions her head in a way to convey that she wants Maddie to go on the bed too. Which Maddie does.
When Maddie lays on her own bed, she still fills a chill down her spine when Vi crawls on top of her. Her eyes are devastatingly gorgeous in this light when it’s just Maddie’s desk lamp that’s illuminating her. And she can see the VI tattoo she always thought was sexy as fuck. She couldn’t help herself anymore and tugs Vi by her shirt and kisses her.
“Missed you.” She absentmindedly says. Fuck her 4am brain. 4am brain… heart… libido… She doesn’t know.
Vi smiles in between the kiss at least. “Yeah? You wanna do something about that?”
Maddie groans against her lips. “As far as I know, you’re the one who’s going to do something about it.”
Vi grins mischievously before going back to kissing her. Maddie screeches when Vi aggressively flips her to where she’s now on top of her. Her legs are straddling Vi’s waist and it’s always this position that makes Maddie realize just how much smaller she is than her.
She unknowingly grinds on Vi as she’s kissing her, she’s honest and horny and she doesn’t want to think about anything else but their bodies against each other. She feels the scar on Vi’s lips and licks into it like a crazy person.
“I’m gonna lay you down again, Mads.” Vi pulls away from the kiss. “You need the sleep-inducing sex, right? Can’t have you riding me.”
“Then why did you flip me?”
“Just felt like it.” Vi, gently, this time, flips over again where her back is pressed against the bed.
It’s fast when Vi removes Maddie’s shirt. Maddie didn’t even realize she’s snaking it off her shoulders. She also didn’t realize that Vi doesn’t care that all she’s wearing are her pajamas. In her own apartment which should be a given. Why the hell is Maddie being self conscious now? Her insanely hot… friend with benefits… Is undressing her. Stop thinking so hard, Maddie.
Vi doesn’t stop kissing her, but she moves to her lips down to her neck, her large hand finding her small breast and massaging it.
“Vi, that’s—” Maddie moans.
“You don’t like me fondling your tit now?”
Maddie shakes her head. “No, you know I love it, just! Don’t make me wait…”
She knows Vi likes it when Maddie is (sort of) demanding like this. Demanding in a desperate way, Vi liked to call it.
She takes the hint, though, running her hand from where it was originally on her breast to pull Maddie’s pajama shorts down. Maddie’s breath hitches when she feels a calloused hand on her butt cheek.
”I’m gonna prep you first, yeah? Get you all nice and wet?”
Maddie nods, she wants to say she’s already wet for her but she doesn’t.
Vi’s tongue is somewhere between her neck and shoulder, and her fingers are somewhere between her thigh and cunt. She’s being slow on purpose, relishing in Maddie’s desperation.
Maddie’s body goes into full-blown shock when Vi pushes not one, not two, but three fingers inside her.
“I knew you were already wet, baby.” Vi purrs. “Knew you could take three of my fingers, because you’re a good girl.”
And Maddie melts. Good girl. Fuck. Her body shakes when she feels Vi thrust her fingers in and out of her, and as if she wasn’t already feeling crazy, Vi lays a thumb on her clit.
“Fuck, Vi!” She whines, she doesn’t moan like a delicate, soft girl, she whines.
“Your pussy’s so tight, Mads. You must really be stressed out.”
“No, I’m just really horny.” Any form of delicateness betrays her at this point. “Shit, oh fuck! Play with my clit, oh shit- keep playing with my clit!”
Vi listens to her and doesn’t stop. Her lips find Maddie’s in a wet, searing kiss as if to stop her from talking.
Her lips are chapped, but Maddie doesn’t care when she’s feeling the brute force of Vi’s fingers inside her. She thought this was supposed to relax her?
Sometimes, Maddie wishes she were a sick, perverted freak with a camera in her room so she can watch this on repeat whenever she wanted. It must look absolutely crazy. Vi is so much bigger than her, or she’s just so small. Vi called her petite once, and it was plastered into her mind like an iron sear. Fuck.
“I want you to tell me if you think you’re gonna come-” Vi says in between the kiss, visibly adjusting her strap. Maddie didn’t even realize she was already close to wearing it from having her clit rubbed and all the sensations just completely turned her mind off. It’s not lost on her that Vi is dexterous and a multitasker. “I’m gonna keep playing with your clit, but I want you to tell me if you’re gonna cum so I can—” she gestures to her strap. “Fuck you with my cock.”
Fuck.
“Okay,” Maddie concedes.
There’s some debating in her head telling her that she should just lie and say she is going to come just so she can get fucked with Vi’s impressively large strap. Of course it’s the pink nine-inch one that Maddie likes.
But Vi’s fingers are unrelenting and Maddie feels so good it’s driving her insane. She’s not rhythmic in her movements, but Maddie doesn’t expect her to be. It doesn’t mean it’s messy, because Vi knows what she’s doing. She’s so fucking good and Maddie really needs to get out of her head when a hot butch is fucking in and out of her.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Vi whispers. Her fingers are moving at a tantalizing pace between slow and fast. “You’re so fucking wet, you probably want my cock now, huh? Want something big and thick plowing into your cunt?”
Of course she does, of course she fucking does. Just now, Maddie feels something bubbling.
“Vi, I think-”
She doesn’t even get a second of relief when Vi puts on a smug face and removes her fingers from inside her cunt—a feeling that leaves Maddie heaving—to now inserting the large cock into her—a feeling that leaves Maddie entirely breathless.
The stretch is ridiculous and she thinks she must’ve squirted as soon as Vi fully bottomed out inside her.
”Fuck, Maddie!” Vi slowly thrusts in and out of her cunt like she’s easing herself in. “You’re so tight- you’re right, you did miss me. Look at the way your pussy’s gripping my cock like it doesn’t wanna let go.” The sounds of her cock and her wet folds are music to her ears.
“A-ah!” Maddie screams. “I missed your cock! I missed feeling how big you are inside of me.” Maddie makes work of grabbing the appendage and thrusting it herself, not even realizing how desperate she’s being.
Vi gently swats her hand away and instead takes it to rest on her broad back. “Just let me do the work, baby. I’m trying to fuck you till you pass out, remember?”
Shit, Maddie doesn’t even want to pass out. She wants to keep getting fucked and fucked and she wants to remember being fucked.
But it’s nearing 5am and she does have something due in the afternoon. Another time. For sure.
Vi jackhammers into her pussy like a madman. The bed is proper shaking and Maddie has never been more glad about not getting a roommate. Or maybe she’s a freak and she’d be okay with getting fucked to oblivion with someone in the next room. Shit, don’t think about that now.
Maddie feels her orgasm bubbling, “Vi, I’m close, I’m really fucking close.”
Vi is an evil, evil person because “Vi, I’m going to ejaculate” is apparently a signal for rubbing her clit like a menace. This was Vi’s sleep-inducing sex. It’s not relaxing, but the promise of passing out is still there.
She continues toying with her clit, rubbing in circular motions. Maddie feels herself erupting, she can’t stop it anymore. “Vi, I- A-ah!” She shrieks when she squirts on her cock, not caring for warning Vi anymore.
Vi doesn’t take this the wrong way when she says, “that’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.” She says this while still thrusting into her. Slowly, this time. She doesn’t miss the way Vi was soothing her arching back.
When Maddie finally finishes, she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
“Fuck, that was…” Maddie says, still breathless. “I think I may need another one so I can be completely knocked out, and I can just miss my classes.” She jokes.
Vi laughs with her and fuck, it’s the sexiest sounding laugh Maddie’s ever heard in her whole life. “I’d love to, Mads. But I actually have to go.” She says as she pulls her strap away, Maddie not missing the bridge of slick in between.
Maddie visibly frowns like an idiot. She hopes it’s still dark out that Vi doesn’t see it. “Where are you going?” You don’t need to know everything going on in her life, Maddie. You two just fuck, there’s no need to indulge in small talk.
“What time is it?” Vi asks.
Maddie looks at her clock. “4:49”
Vi stands up to wear her shorts again. “Have to pick Caitlyn up at the airport in an hour.”
“Right.”
Caitlyn. The ever familiar name that comes out of Vi’s lips. It’s not so cliché, at least. Vi doesn’t come inside her screaming out her name. Vi doesn’t make her wear a dark blue wig or grow a foot taller or get breast implants to mimic Caitlyn’s gorgeous, big tits.
She’d be more upset about Vi leaving to go see her if she didn’t feel her eyelids drooping.
Vi notices this too and moves closer, so she can dress Maddie back into her jammies.
“Night, Mads.”
“I think you mean morning,” Maddie makes one last attempt at a joke.
Vi snickers and Maddie’s eyes close entirely.
When Maddie wakes up, Vi has already left of course. But she finds herself wrapped in her blanket. Maybe she’ll just get a little more sleep in.