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PROJECT PLUTO

Please Don't Leave Me.

A journey on Vi learning how to accept and give affection again.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Brief self-deprecating thoughts, cursing, brief mention of sexual harassment/assault, description of brief panic attack/meltdown, self-doubt, brief mention of death/dying (no one died). SMUT WARNING: choking/gagging (fingers), fingering, face-sitting, tribbing, description of spit, power play, praise, orgasm denial, back scratching, slight description of overstimulation, dirty talk, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.9K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Now, now, don't look at the word count and get discouraged, that also applies to the x reader being x OC. Being top/bottom and Sub/Dom, are not the same, top/bottom determines whether you 'receive it' or not, and Dom/Sub determines control; you can be a Dom and also be a bottom; thought I would clarify. OC has vitiligo, not the focal point of the plot, but Vi likes looking at them. I know shit all about rugby, I just really like looking at hot, muscly, sweaty ladies wrestle each other for a ball. Vi is really fucking cute in here, I liked writing her in this.

VIOLET loved affection; she loved it in any form she could get. She sought out anyone’s love language and adapted; gave them affection the way they wanted it. She always made sure she had a comforting hand on those she cared about, made sure they felt safe. Powder was one of them; the way she looked up at Vi with her large eyes, leaning into her hand, with the softest, gentlest smile. For someone who had a heavy hand; well-versed in the art of violence; Vi was incredibly gentle, loving. Violet craved just as much affection, loved the way Powder always reached up on her tiptoes to encase her in a hug so warm; it would almost burn her insides. She loved the way little Ekko would almost always jump on his feet to hug Vi. Vi was a gentle soul with a good heart.

It was a lot more difficult now.

Prison was a shitty place. It was dark, and cold and hard. Literally. Vi took more beatings than she had food. It was shitty enough for Vi to finally understand to keep her hands to only fighting; nobody in prison wanted to fucking cuddle. Cuddling was absent in prison; kissing wasn’t a thing and sex was something forced. Vi of course knew going to prison wasn’t sunshine and rainbows; it was horrible, and traumatic and would always follow her. It burns into the back of her brain, fizzing in front of her eyes whenever she lets her mind talk. So, the touch of a gentle hand felt foreign to her now, a mere distant memory; Vi craved it though, she had to scold herself to keep her hands in her pockets whenever she talked to Ekko, whenever she could even get the chance to speak to… Jinx; they were old now, a hollow shell of what’s left of their childhood; they didn’t snuggle into her hugs anymore, didn’t rely on the strength of her hands to let their heads rest in her palms. Whose fault is that? You stupid bitch.

Violet hates affection now. She doesn’t know who to give it to, she doesn’t know who to ask it from. Violet was unsure if she would enjoy it now, if it would feel different because she maybe grew out of the affectionate person she was; all because she was trying to survive. Violet has other things to worry about; like getting Powder back, or worrying if someone was going to attack her. Vi had to look over her shoulder, she never stopped but somehow it felt more daunting doing it all alone. Violet was an adult; it was time she started acting like one.

Aspen changed that though, she bulldozed her way through with that stupid, cocky smirk, with her insane, towering height and impressive build. Vi reluctantly let her through; Aspen was persistent and annoying, she tells herself that; but secretly enjoys the way Aspen so effortlessly flirts with her, or the way she could see Aspen’s dark eyes, and smouldering gaze wash over her figure. It was refreshing, and Aspen was funny.

Meeting Aspen for the first time felt like a ton of bricks fell down her head and through her body. Aspen was annoying, never stopped flirting with her and was never embarrassed about admiring Vi.

Vi remembered the day she walked into the Last Drop; she had just gotten out of prison; and somehow, Vi felt no ounce of feeling. Hollow maybe was the right word, there but not there. Zaun was here, Ekko was, Jinx as well, but Powder was gone, Vi could barely remember what Mylo and Claggor looked like; and she saw Vander in that large statue every time she walked through Zaun. It was surreal being back in Zaun after so many years, everything was the way it had been when she left, but she felt unfamiliar; like as if she would get pelted by rocks until she was forced to leave. It was her home, but it was cold.

Vi was thankful for her hood, she could easily slip into the bar without gaining any sort of attention. Vi didn’t bother looking around the Last Drop, it wasn’t her home anymore; she had no right to melt away into the familiar scent of alcohol anymore. It wasn’t her home anymore.

Vi was a taking a sip from her glass when she first felt the gaze from Aspen; she could literally feel her presence; it was large, as large as her; with her large shoulders and thick thighs that strained against the fabric of her trousers. It felt as though the bar would part per her demand, kneel in front of her just to get her approval. There was an air of authority around her, one that wafted through her and lingered behind her, much like a cologne; a deep burnt scent.

The rest of Vi’s night carried on like that, with Vi- at first- feeling wary with Aspen’s glances before it turned into something softer, and inviting. They didn’t talk that night, or the night after that, or the night after that.

“Hey.” Until one night. Vi looked up from her glass, her eyes running over the expanse of Aspen’s legs, over her exposed torso- God, those V-lines, to her face. Aspen’s face held a small smirk, one hand lazily in her pocket. “Is this seat taken?”

Vi seemingly flushed by Aspen’s sheer, demanding presence and insane beauty just nodded as she scooted over the booth, allowing space for Aspen to sit.

“I haven’t seen you around from here. Just moved?”

This is my home. “Yup. Came from a land far away from here.”

Vi quickly realises that she has a big mouth, with no fear to speak her mind. And that her name is Aspen.

“You’re pretty, does someone have you?”

Vi stops midway from taking her drink, her cheeks heating up as she sneaks a glance at Aspen. “No. Why? You want me?”

Aspen doesn’t answer Vi’s question, just lets her eyes flicker down Vi’s form as a smirk tugs on the corner of her mouth. “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright.” Aspen repeats, she’s about to take a sip from her drink before she catches Vi’s incredulous look. “What? I can’t ask a pretty thing like you if you’re taken? Are you uncomfortable?”

Vi blinks up at Aspen, she was expecting a taunting tone from Aspen’s second question, but just gets a lilt of genuine concern in Aspen’s voice, and a slight furrow of her eyebrows on her otherwise playful face. Vi snaps out of her daze, with a small shake of her head. “You just didn’t answer my question.”

Aspen just smirks again, that same lazy one that’s lopsided and sexy. “Okay.”

“Hey, Bubblegum.”

Vi rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her drink as she sneaked a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. The purple neon lights of the bar washed over Aspen’s skin; the way it brightened the lighter patches and the way it seemed to melt into the rest of her darker skin. Always so beautiful. “Stop calling me that.”

Aspen lets out a playful scoff, taking a seat on the booth next to her. “Only if you stop dying your hair red. Besides, it suits you.”

Vi scoffs quietly, rolling her eyes. “How? And don’t say my hair.”

Aspen smirks from behind her glass, the corner of her lip pulling up, before her eyes trail down Vi’s form. “Definitely not cause of your bubble butt.”

Vi can feel her cheeks heat up, she takes another gulp from her glass. “I don’t-” Vi trails off, her eyes washing over Aspen’s face; the arch of her nose; the way her nose ring shimmered under the light, the odd splotches of white on her otherwise dark skin, or the way her dark hair looks so thick even with an undercut. Vi greedily lets her gaze wander over Aspen’s form; her broad shoulders, or the relaxed abs, or the happy trail peeking from her trou-

“You checking me out, baby?”

Vi blushes, turning her head. She hopes the dark lighting and the colour of her drink hides her red cheeks. “No.” Shit, Vi. You answered too fast and you couldn't keep your eyes to yourself.

“No?” Vi could hear the tease in Aspen’s voice, she could feel Aspen’s eyes on her. “I don’t mind. I want your pretty eyes on me.”

Well, fuck.

Vi could only take another sip from her drink, swirling the alcohol in her glass, before she puffs her cheeks out in embarrassment. “Well- it was just- you-” Vi ends up sighing, drinking the last of her drink before placing it on the table.

Aspen only hummed; her eyes flitting down Vi’s form again with a smirk, before she lets her head hang backwards, leaning back in her seat, her legs separating to find a more comfortable position as she closed her eyes. Vi’s eyes widened, her cheeks burning up again. Is she doing this on purpose? What is she- why does she look so good? “Wh-what are you doing?”

Aspen turned her head to look at Vi, her dark gaze once again washing over her form. “Relaxing. Why?”

Vi shrugs, leaning back in her seat as she takes the courage to look at Aspen. “You’re just usually so loud and annoying.”

Aspen lets out a short laugh, revealing a set of white, almost crooked teeth. “Very funny. Just tired, sweetheart.” Aspen lets out another long sigh, settling back into the booth chair. “Rugby’s been kicking my ass.”

“Wh-” Hot. “You play rugby? That definitely explains the physique.”

Aspen smirks, her eyes opening slightly. “Knew it. You were definitely checking me out.”

Vi blushes again, averting her eyes. “Shut up.”

“You want to come to my rugby match? You can see more of my hot, sweaty muscles.”

And die at the scene of Aspen’s hot, muscled body straining as she tackles other players? No, thank you. “Yes.” Fuck.

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the short life of Vi: ex-convict, anarchist and raging fucking lesbian.

Vi should have disagreed, she should have put her foot down and told Aspen she would be busy clipping her nails. Vi was stuck in a crowd full of loud, angry rugby fans, the wind was cold; nipping her ears and nose, and some stupid kid was kicking the back of her chair. The worst part? Vi could see the way Aspen looked; dressed in her uniform; the short sleeves hugging the curves of her biceps. She saw everything. The way Aspen’s hair flew around her face in her ponytail; the way her thick, dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration and the oh so wonderful sight of Aspen’s muscles contracting whenever she effortlessly tackled another player. The worse worst part? Vi was sitting in front of row.

Vi didn’t know anything about rugby, she just knew how much it affected her to see Aspen play the sport. The Gods hated her apparently, because it seems as though Aspen was popular among the crowd; her face showing up on the large screen from time to time. Vi didn’t think she was good with eye contact, it was a vulnerable feeling; it was awkward, but with Aspen it was easy; like breathing. Vi soon looked away though, glad that the cold air can be an excuse for her red cheeks, and even in the cool air; her whole body burned with Aspen’s gaze washing over her, her stupid smirk falling into a concentrated stare before Vi could even stare at it. The crowd didn’t mind watching her move across the field, getting a little louder every time she showed up; and for whatever reason that irked Vi.

Aspen’s team won, and somehow Vi found herself with Aspen and her friends in a restaurant. Aspen had asked her so sweetly, and Vi was tired, worn out, but she didn’t have the heart to refuse Aspen. Aspen’s friends were loud, much louder than Aspen; and it rung in her ears a little, but Vi could at least zone out as she snuck glances at Aspen’s tattoo that ran in between her breasts; it was a simple one: the life cycle of the moon, but it enhanced Aspen’s beauty, melted well with the rest of her mismatched skin that Vi’s own tattoos couldn’t compare.

The next thing Vi gave her attention to was well-deserved too; it was the soft tuft of dark hair that hung from Aspen’s belly button, through the faint lines of Aspen’s muscled abdomen and disappeared into the band of her trousers. Vi could only thank Aspen’s choice to wear a shirt that was split open in the middle, tucked into her trousers; showing the curve of her breasts.

Vi sneaked a glance at Aspen, who was weirdly quiet. Her eyebrows were drawn in; not in the way she looked when playing rugby, but in the way that it also pulled her top lip into a subtle snarl. Aspen’s jaw was locking, as she grinded her teeth together so hard, Vi could almost hear it.

Aspen was jealous, because Vi realised that one of Aspen’s friend had taken a liking to Vi. She would have felt flattered or embarrassed that somebody liked her enough to give her glances, but it was amusing to see Aspen so possessive over someone she hasn't even got.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Vi announced, stepping up from her seat, a few of them acknowledged Vi, so she left without another word. Vi didn't bother to acknowledge the gaze that Aspen had on her until the bathroom door closed behind her. She could almost feel it burn a hole in her back.

Vi was washing her hands when the bathroom door opened, she only looked up briefly before she looked down to dry off her hands. “Need to tinkle, Aspen?”

“No.” Aspen felt much closer, Vi had barely any room to turn. She said nothing as she rested against the sink, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked up at Aspen.

“What?” Vi didn't feel nervous, though she could hear feel her heart pounding in her chest at the close proximity of Aspen. Vi breathed in through her nose once and concluded she smelt like burnt wood.

Aspen’s eyes trailed over Vi’s face, creating a map of her most favourite points on Vi’s face; her bent bridge, her large puppy dog eyes; the scar running through her top lip and eyebrow. Aspen wanted to kiss it all. “I want to kiss you so bad.”

Vi didn't need to strain her ears to catch what Aspen was saying, it flew from Aspen’s mouth easily, like as if she had been saying it out loud over and over again. She just fluttered her eyes, letting out a brief sigh and small nod.

Vi didn't stop her when Aspen caught her lips with her own, she definitely didn't stop her when her fingers dug into Vi’s waist. Vi could feel Aspen’s chest press into hers, she could feel the edge of the sink digging into her back, but Vi could only reach up to claw her fingers at Aspen’s neck, hoping to bring her closer. Their kiss was crazy, and rushed. It was loud and wet, and put Vi into a daze where nothing but small whimpers came from her mouth.

Everything around them was a blur as they moulded their mouths together and when Aspen let go with a small ‘pop’, her chest raising and falling rapidly as she sucked in sharp breaths, Vi had to stop herself from leaning on her feet to reach Aspen’s mouth again. Vi could feel her own chest moving to let more air in, and could feel the pad of Aspen’s thumb run across Vi’s lips.

“Are you comfortable enough for me to take you home?”

Vi felt like a bobble head, nodding as she tried to keep her hands around the edge of the sink. She's touched Aspen enough.

Aspen didn’t feel like it was enough; she caught Vi’s lips with her own again; pressing her body unbelievably closer to Vi’s. She could feel Aspen’s hands claw at Vi’s shirt, almost as if she wanted to undress her here; in the dingy bathroom at the equally dingy restaurant.

It wasn’t long until Aspen was guiding Vi out of the bathroom, her hand placed on the small of her back; dangerously close to the curve of Vi’s ass. Aspen didn’t bother bidding bye to her friends, only gives Vi an eager kiss, and when she reaches up to try and smack Aspen’s shoulder in hopes of living through her embarrassment; which didn’t work because Aspen’s friends only cheered on; where the rest of the patrons in the restaurant could only look on in distaste.

Things got calmer when they reached Aspen’s house, and by the time Aspen had taken her to her bedroom; Vi suddenly found the patterns on Aspen’s blanket interesting, she was feeling doubtful and nervous, Aspen could see that; as much as she liked looking at Vi when she couldn’t hold eye contact; she could see it. Aspen crouches by the bed, her hands resting on Vi’s knees.

“What’s wrong?”

Vi just shrugs, still refusing to look at Aspen; she’s glad that her hair’s covering her face. She felt stupid, so stupid that she eagerly agreed to come back here, only to not follow through with it. It felt like a promise broken, and yet Vi was determined to fulfill.

“You nervous?”

Vi purses her lips, puffing her cheeks out slightly before she shakes her head. Vi blows out a short breath from her mouth. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Could be anything. We don’t have to do anything-”

“I want to! It just-” Vi sighs, she can feel her heart thundering in her chest; her mouth felt dry and her eyes felt too watery. Vi closed her eyes tight, pursing her lips as she looks away. “I haven’t had a-a normal human interaction since- when- since before I got arrested. I-It- it was- it was my fault. I led everybody to that stupid apartment, we-we just wanted to find some things to steal, and- and it went wrong-”

“Okay, hey.” Aspen reaches out her hands to hold Vi’s face, squeezing her cheeks; letting her thumbs run over the bridge of her nose and her cheek. “Take deep breaths for me, okay?”

Vi swallowed deeply; her lips trembling as she let her eyes trail over Aspen’s face. Her heart was still beating against her ribcage; she could almost see the curves and jumps it made across her chest; it thundered throughout her whole body.

“Okay.”

“When was this?”

Vi was quiet as she racked her mind for an answer, she didn’t get distracted by the open view of Aspen’s torso under her open shirt. She was starting to remember everything now; and wanted to bury it all again. Vi could only let her head rest heavily against Aspen, when she chose to sit on the bed next to Vi. “Seven years... I think?”

“Seven- that was- you were kid then. For something as petty as theft? That was not your fault, and you shouldn’t have gone through that, okay?”

“Okay.” Vi didn’t believe her.

They ended up not having sex, they just curled around each other as they slept through the night. Vi didn’t mind; Aspen was warm; even if she did sleep shirtless; her skin warmed up quickly. Aspen certainly didn’t mind; she like the feeling of holding Vi to her chest as she slept.

Vi woke up; feeling warm; enveloping her back and chest, and realised it was the closeness of Aspen pressed against her back, and the weight of her heavy forearm wrapped around Vi’s shoulders and a firm hold on her waist; Vi was literally caged in, so she didn’t bother moving. Vi stayed quiet as she ran the tip of her nose across Aspen’s arm, feeling the sparse hair tickling her face. She stayed like that; her face buried in Aspen’s forearm, under the golden glow of the sun swimming through the room. It felt like the morning after sex, except Vi’s body didn’t feel sore and Aspen hadn’t touched her at all.

Soon the hand wrapped around her hip twitched, followed by a momentary squeeze around her body before Aspen let go; stretching her limbs with a quiet groan. Aspen soon settled back in, her arms finding home again around Vi’s body. “Have you been awake long?”

Vi nearly shuddered at Aspen’s voice, it was gravelly and deep; the kind that scratched at the back of the throat. “Not long.”

Aspen hummed, before she rolled over to get out of bed, leaving Vi to recoil at the absence of her touch. “You wanna take a shower?”

Vi looked up at Aspen; who was shuffling through her wardrobe. Vi’s mind momentarily stopped at the sight of Aspen’s back and shoulder muscles, contracting as she moved. Thank you, rugby. “You telling me I stink?”

Aspen laughed, standing up with a towel and a change of clothes for Vi. “No, of course not, baby. I like your natural musk.” Aspen teased.

Having a shower made Vi feel better, her body felt cooler; her muscles were more relaxed. Aspen’s shirt on her just about fit, hanging over her broad shoulders and stopping just below her hips. Her trousers fit her better, Aspen insisted it was because of her ‘bubble butt’.

Aspen soon walked out a towel wrapped around her waist, her chest out on display as she used a smaller towel to dry her hair. Vi didn’t feel embarrassed at her exposed torso; privacy was a gift in prison. Her eyes kept wandering back to Aspen’s pierced nipples; the pretty golden hearts; melted well against Aspen’s mismatched skin. Vi wasn’t ashamed to keep staring when Aspen’s towel falls to the floor; her eyes trailing over the curve of Aspen’s well sculpted ass, the corded muscles in her back and the way her thighs flexed when she put her tracksuit bottoms on.

Vi sighs, leaning back on her hands on the bed as she stared at Aspen. “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

Aspen stops tying the drawstring on her tracksuit bottoms as she looks up at Vi; her dark eyebrows were furrowed before her face softens as she lets her hands fall to her sides. “Only if you’re ready. Are you ready?”

“Thought I was last night.”

“You nearly had a breakdown, Vi. You weren’t in the right headspace; I would never take advantage of you like that.”

Vi was quiet, as she bites the inside of her mouth. She looks away when Aspen lazily saunters over to Vi; puffing her cheeks out.

Aspen lets out a quiet laugh; her fingers squeezing Vi’s chin, before they slide up to Vi’s jaw. “Why are you pouting?”

Vi huffs, subconsciously leaning into Aspen’s hand, failing to keep her eye roll contained. “Am not.”

“Now, you’re being a brat.” Aspen warns, her thumb digging into the side of Vi’s jaw, before they slide over Vi’s mouth, tracing the divot of her scar. “Want me to fuck you, Bubblegum?”

Vi swallowed thickly, her lips parting to form a sentence before it gets stuck in her throat. Her mind had left her body as she can only stare up at Aspen, it was hazy and Aspen wasn’t even doing anything. She stood over Vi with that imposing height, and that lazy grin.

“Hmm?” Aspen’s hand doesn’t let go of Vi’s jaw, her other hand slipping into the pocket of her tracksuit bottoms, as she stared down at Vi. When Vi doesn’t answer, Aspen merely chuckles; her forefinger and thumb gently pinching Vi’s bottom lip, pulling on it slightly. “Quite the sight. Lovely angle.”

Vi averts her eyes, feeling the heat seep into her cheeks; that was mistake as the only thing she could see was the faint ridges of Aspen’s abs, dusted with a trail of hair hanging from her bellybutton. Vi let her eyes dart over the various milky puddles on Aspen’s brown skin, before her breath hitched at Aspen’s command.

“Open your mouth, sweet thing. Tongue out.”

Vi listens, letting her lips part as her tongue rolls out. She can feel her heart thunder in her chest, as she anxiously waits for whatever comes next. Vi realised she quite liked this scenario; liked the way Aspen had a hold on her figuratively and literally. Perhaps, it was the rush of adrenaline or the excitement of doing something other than surviving. She felt grounded and she felt safe.

She swallowed thickly when the weighted feeling of Aspen’s fingers sat on her tongue; Vi listened before Aspen had opened her mouth, closing her lips around her fingers; swirling her tongue over Aspen’s rough pads of her fingers.

“Good girl.” Aspen coos, her lip curling up as she hears a small, quiet sound from the back of Vi’s throat; something akin to a hum and whimper. Aspen doesn’t bother moving, just tilts her head as she stares down at Vi; the way her large eyes blinked up at Aspen. “Feel good?”

Vi just blinked blearily up at Aspen, a quiet whine spilling past her mouth; as she sucked harder on Aspen’s fingers. Vi didn’t feel embarrassed; she didn’t really have time to feel it, just very, very eager to please Aspen; and if that meant letting Aspen stuff her fingers down her throat, then so be it. Vi hummed around Aspen’s fingers, squirming slightly on her seat on the edge of the bed: she could feel the tips of Aspen’s fingers slide closer to the back of her mouth; it was so slow that Vi nearly didn’t catch it.

Vi whined again; her mouth widening slightly as tears sprung her eyes; she felt the urge to gag; her fingers quickly finding Aspen’s forearm, tightening around the muscles. Aspen’s fingers were so far down her mouth; it probably should have come out from the back of Vi’s neck.

“Breathe, baby. Through your nose. You can do it, pretty girl.”

Vi felt her skin heat up at the praise, as well as the familiar tingle up her spine. She listened, taking deep breaths through her nose, before the weight of Aspen’s fingers felt lighter. Vi didn’t think she’d enjoy this power play; but she definitely felt her boxers soak through, she might as well be sitting in a puddle of her own cum.

Aspen still didn’t let go when strings of saliva fell from Vi’s mouth; and down Aspen’s hand. Aspen merely spared it a glance before they slid up to Vi again. In Aspen’s eyes, Vi looked divine; the way her grey eyes seemed larger, softer; almost as if she’d fall into a deep sleep, just by looking at Aspen. Maybe it the sight of Vi submitting so easily, even with the witty and snarky exterior, or perhaps Aspen just liked looking at the curves and sharp ridges of Vi’s muscles throughout her body; especially at this angle.

Aspen cooed, when she felt Vi’s mouth tighten around her fingers with a strangled whine. “I know, I know, it's messy. But you're doing so well for me.” Vi couldn't help but follow Aspen with her eyes, her mouth not letting go of Aspen’s fingers, as Aspen found a seat behind Vi. “You’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Vi let out a tiny gasp, as Aspen’s fingers suddenly disappeared from her mouth. “Yeah.” Vi could only pant, placing a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart; she could feel some wet patches of her trousers, and could feel the sticky dried spit down her chin.

Vi leaned back into Aspen’s chest, her hand clutching onto the edge of the mattress while the other tentatively rests on Aspen’s thigh, and when she got no resistance did Vi squeeze her fingers around the muscle.

Vi squirmed, feeling Aspen’s hand run over her thighs, and her warm breath hit the back of her neck and ear. “You gonna let me play with you, baby girl?”

“Fu- yeah. Yes please.”

Aspen laughed, a quiet soft sound that swam through Vi’s ears like butter. “So polite.” Aspen had to stop herself from groaning out loud, as her fingers slipped slowly into Vi’s boxers; easily slipping through her folds, Aspen could already feel the familiar sticky substance on the pads of her fingers. “Taking my fingers in your mouth excited you a bit too much, eh?”

Vi sucked in a sharp breath, biting her bottom lip as she tried to keep her hips from bucking into Aspen’s touch. “Sh-shut up.”

Aspen said nothing, but instead leans in to press a few kisses across the curve of Vi’s neck and over her shoulder. Aspen’s fingers were lazy, just running through her core and purposely missing the round nub that sat atop her pussy.

“Y-you're doing that on purpose. Fuck me better.”

Aspen laughed, her teeth sinking into the muscle on Vi’s shoulder, before licking it gently. “I wanna take my time with you. You wanna leave me that quickly?”

Vi tuts, the sound turning into a little whine when Aspen’s thumb pressed into her nub, sending a glare at Aspen when her thumb slips down her folds.

Aspen laughed again, her spare hand reaching to rest on Vi’s stomach, her fingers running over Vi’s relaxed muscles. “Needy little thing, aren't you?”

Vi huffs out, her cheeks puffing slightly as she bites the inside of her mouth. Her fingers dig into Aspen’s thigh, feeling the muscle ripple under her palm in response before she looks up to Aspen. “J-just touch me. Please.”

Aspen’s face softens, her eyebrows curling in as her mouth curls into a playful pout. “Aw, well... if you keep looking at me with those large puppy eyes...” Aspen obliges, pressing her thumb into the small nub, smiling when Vi hisses in pleasure; leaning further back into Aspen’s body.

Aspen was cruel, Vi decided. No matter how many times Vi glared up at Aspen or dug her nails harder into her leg, Aspen wouldn't let her cum; going as far moving her hand back; marvelling at the sight of Vi slowly being pulled out of her pleasured state, with a small snarl and angry curve of her eyebrows.

“Aspen! This is the 3rd time now!”

Aspen laughed at Vi’s cute glare, reaching to kiss the cute little scrunch on her broken bridge, reeling back just in time to avoid Vi’s teeth biting down on her cheek.

Vi huffs out a breath, roughly grabbing ahold of Aspen’s hand, pushing them down Vi’s boxers again, settling back down once she feels Aspen’s fingers press against her entrance.

Aspen raises an eyebrow, her hand momentarily stopping to stare at Vi with a teasing smile. “Oh?” Aspen eyebrows raises even further when Vi sits up.

Her hands hover over Vi’s hips, as she turns around in Aspen’s lap; kneeling on either side of Aspen’s thighs. Aspen looks up at Vi, the tip of her subtle fang peeking through, as she finally settles her hands on her waist. “Oh? Taking the lead are we?”

Vi lets out a grunt, her thighs shaking slightly when Aspen finally, finally slips her hands down her trousers again. Vi lets out a quiet breathless moan, cursing under her breath when Aspen’s fingers slip inside her easily. “Y-you're so annoying. Ah- sh-shit.” Vi curses under her breath again, her fingers absentmindedly clawing at Aspen’s shoulders, before she presses an eager kiss to Aspen’s mouth.

“Is that why you're fucking yourself on my fingers, baby?”

Vi doesn't say anything, just presses her forehead to Aspen’s shoulder. She can feel her thighs jerk every time Aspen’s presses into her, whining when Aspen's fingers move at a faster pace. “You better let me cum this time.” Vi can feel herself getting closer, can feel it in the way her body shook, and the way she kept pushing her hips into Aspen’s hand.

“Hm, I don't-” Aspen cut off that thought when Vi looks up, her eyebrows drawing as she glares at Aspen. “Alright! You can cum, baby. You've done so well.” Aspen coos, leaning forward to press a trail of kisses across Vi’s shoulders, pushing her shirt out of the way to carry on down her chest.

Vi orgasm- finally- hit her hard, it was easier to hold onto Aspen as she fucked her through the orgasm, and she didn't let up until Vi had to push her hand away to avoid the onslaught of overstimulation. “T-too much, Aspen.”

Vi let out a breath, letting her body fall forward into Aspen, burying her face in Aspen’s neck. “I did it.” Her voice was quiet, but Aspen heard it clearly, and made it her smile.

“Yeah, you did. So proud of you. You did so well for me.” Aspen ran her hands over Vi’s hips and thighs, as she waited for her to come down from her high, before wrapping her arms fully around Vi’s waist.

Vi let out a yelp, feeling her body fall back onto the mattress, and blinking up at the sight of Aspen leaning over her. Vi was speechless; Aspen at this angle, looked good. She liked the way her muscles tightened under her skin, and the way her dark hair created a short curtain around her face.

Vi spluttered, leaning up on her elbows when she felt Aspen tug on her trousers, pulling them down along with her boxers. “More? Are you even human?”

Aspen laughed, her thumbs slipping past the band, and sliding it down her muscled legs. “I'm a hungry man, I’ve got a taste, I want more.”

“Wh- you're not tired?”

“I'm a rugby player. I’m never tired.”

Vi ended up finding herself digging her nails into the muscled expanse of Aspen’s back, scratching them deep enough to break skin and definitely leave marks. Vi tried to keep her moans in, but they kept spilling out breathlessly; she could feel the warmth of Aspen’s pussy grinding against her own, and the embarrassing sound of squelching every time Aspen pressed against her harder. Vi dug her fingers in deeper, pulling at the skin at Aspen’s back when she felt Aspen hurl her hips higher; feeling the pressure of pleasure buzz through her.

Aspen bit her lip, closing an eye as she smirked tiredly down at Vi. “Damn, baby. You're the scratching type, huh?” Smiling wider when Vi’s eyes roll into the back of her eyes, another whine slipping past her mouth.

Vi curses under her breath, she could feel the bed creak under their weight, and the tight hold she had on Vi’s waist. She could only grunt, and lightly slap Aspen’s back. “Sh-shut up.”

Aspen speeds up a little; letting out her own moan when their clits brushed against each other, liking the way Vi’s body moved under hers, one hand reaching up to move a strand of hair from Vi’s eyes. “A slapper as well? You're gonna bite me next, sweetheart?”

Vi pants, falling back on the pillow, and hissing in pleasure. “Y-you're insufferable.” Vi felt her body shake, squeezing her eyes shut. “G-God, please like that…”

“Good girl. Stay like that for me.” Aspen laughs, and suddenly Vi can feel the heavy weight of Aspen’s hands on either side of her head. “I'm annoying, but you're begging so sweetly with that pretty mouth of yours. Who are you fooling, darling?”

“Shit.” Vi couldn't say anything else, she could only grab onto Aspen’s wrists for support. She felt incredibly sensitive, it didn't help that Aspen slowed every time she saw Vi was close to orgasming again. “Aspen, please.”

Aspen stopped, her chest heaving as she let Vi's hips gently down onto the mattress. Aspen couldn't help but run her hands over Vi’s thighs, marvelling at the sight of her muscles contracting under her touch, before her eyes slid over Vi’s body; taking in the sight of her flushed skin, and her dazed eyes. “I need you to sit on my face.”

Vi raises an eyebrow, falling out of her daze. “You're going to die. Are you crazy?”

Aspen shrugs. “Maybe I am. Send me to heaven.”

Vi could only let out a startled laugh, when she feels Aspen’s hands take hold of her hips; trying to move Vi over her face. Vi holds onto the headboard tightly, looking down at Aspen; who seems very happy at this new position. “You sure you want this?”

Aspen peeked out from under Vi’s legs, looking up at her with an incredulous look. “You know, you can at least break my nose.”

“What?”

“Come on, baby. I’ll wear it with honour. I’ll tell ‘em all that my lady did it to me.”

Vi couldn’t help but blow a raspberry in hopes it would keep her laugh in; it did not work. Her whole body shook as she laughed, and Aspen could only look on with a slight look of impatience as she stared at Vi.

Aspen opened her mouth to speak, but Vi was quick to shut her up by putting her entire weight on Aspen’s face. “Stop talking. Just- f-fuck.” Vi felt the onslaught of Aspen’s tongue quickly; feeling it run through her folds, stopping just above her clit.

Vi’s thighs trembled over Aspen, her fingers digging into the wood of the headboard, while she reaches with her other hand to knead her breast. Aspen liked that view, moaning into Vi’s cunt, as her fingers reached to sink into her own cunt.

Vi gasped out a moan, feeling Aspen’s tongue stretch her entrance slightly as her nose dug into her clit. She couldn’t help but grind herself further into Aspen’s mouth; instantly whining when Aspen wraps her lips around her clit, sucking on it before flattening it out with her tongue.

At some point, Vi could feel her cum leak down her folds, dragging along the inside of her thighs, and she could feel the muscle tense in her thighs for holding herself up for so long. She loses feeling in her thighs, and giving out as she lands on Aspen’s face. Vi leans back up again, with an apologetic whine before gasping as she feels Aspen pull her down again. Vi soon reaches her release, with her hands fisting the pillow underneath Aspen’s head, and Aspen practically suffocating happily under Vi’s weight.

Sadly, Aspen did not break her nose, Vi found that amusing, and also disgusted that Aspen wanted to kiss her.

“Aspen!” Vi laughed, trying to fend off an eager Aspen; who’s lips were puckered ready for a kiss. “I am not kissing you with that dirty mouth! Clean it.”

Aspen huffs, reaching behind her to pull out tissue paper, wiping her mouth hastily; throwing the soiled paper over her shoulder and pouncing back toward Vi, only to whine out a response when Vi pushes her back. “With water.”

Aspen rolls her eyes but obliges, running into the bathroom. Vi had to keep her amused smile in when she could see the haste mess Aspen was making in her trail to get to Vi quickly, and this time Vi let her settle in; smiling whenever Aspen pressed another kiss to her mouth. “You’re the needy one.”

It was quiet between them after that, Vi was nestled in Aspen’s shoulder, her arms tight around her waist. It was a calm feeling, one that Vi enjoyed a lot; she could feel the tips of Aspen’s otherwise rough fingers trace the lines of her back tattoo. It was a comfortable silence.

Aspen hummed, tightening her arms around Vi as she rests her chin on top of Vi’s head. She could feel the chill on her open, naked body but made no move to fix it. Vi didn’t bother to cover herself up either, just melted into Aspen’s arms.

“Are you sad that I didn’t break your nose?”

“Yes.”

Vi laughs, sneaking a glance at Aspen before shaking her head. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy is what got you under me, ain’t it?” Aspen grins; her hand sneaking down toward the curve of Vi’s ass. “No matter, though. We’ll try again next time.”

Vi should have been focused on the persistent thought that Aspen wanted to sport a bruise after having Vi sit on her, but she was too focused on the next time. “You’d want this again with me?”

“Of course, I would. Not just sex either; I want to take you out and show you off, and date you and introduce you to my friends and my family-” Vi’s heart thundered in her chest at that comment.

“I was good?” Vi mumbles, her eyes averting and her cheeks reddening; she was so quiet that Aspen had to strain her ears, until she heard what she said.

Aspen looked down at Vi and her beautiful, beautiful puppy eyes. Aspen smiled, a certain softness to it rather than her sharp playfulness. “You’re the best girl. You listened so well. You were so good for me.”

Vi could feel a new softer feel blossom in her chest, it warmed her insides and created fumes of happiness that leaked from her pores. Vi just hid her face in the pillow, her fingers running across Aspen’s forearm. “You took control a lot…”

Aspen nods, pulling Vi in closer to her chest; kissing the back of her neck. “I can give up control next time.”

Vi pulls out from her hiding place, looking up at Aspen. “You’d do that?”

Aspen scoffs playfully, her eyes running over Vi’s entire muscled body. “Yeah. Look at you. Muscle mummy. My legs are open.” Aspen lights up, leaning up slightly on her elbows as she gapes down at Vi. “Are we doing this now? Take me. Take me now.”

Vi laughs, tightening her fingers around Aspen’s shirt, pulling her back down on the bed. “Lie back and cuddle me.”

Maybe coming back to Zaun was worth it.

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PROJECT PLUTO

You're Going to Stay?

Perhaps Vi can used to large mass of affection that she calls her girlfriend. She deserves it after all.

Pairings: Modern!Touch-Starved!Sub!Bottom! Vi x Trans!Masc!POC!Dom!Top!RugbyPlayer!OC! Aspen

Content Warning: Cursing, talk of marriage, talk of having babies, description of babies, use of pet names, use of needles, domestication, self-deprecating thoughts, self-deprecating language, domestication, major fluff, talk of unemployment. SMUT WARNING: Shower sex, biting, fingering, praise, mention of oral, choking, orgasm denial, degradation, slight body worship, subtle scratching, breeding kink, slight manhandling.

Word Count: 5.1K

☾*:･ﾟ✧. Part 2 to "Please Don't Leave Me", you can read either in any order and will still make sense. It's really cute domesticated shit. Vi is a little like a house uh- girlfriend? I really liked Aspen and Vi bickering, really solidified that they talk and act like a married couple already. Dastar is the turban worn by Sikh men, and Puthar is used as a nickname/pet name for someone younger than you. I really do want to know what you think of Aspen; I for one have the biggest crush on her, I also created a sim version of her; if any of you are interested. Special mention for @winfleurs since they were so excited for part 2, it feels rushed in my opinion but I hope you enjoy anyways!

“Is this your way of telling me you want my babies?”

“Aspen!”

“What? You just look-” Divine.

Vi could see that Aspen had this odd, faraway look in her eyes; the kind that made her sport a goofy smile opposed to her smirk; and sometimes it irked Vi a little.

“You’re staring at me again.”

When Aspen didn’t finish her sentence, or give any indication that she heard; Vi rolled her eyes, leaning back on the sofa as much as the tiny, little human in her arms could let her.

“Take this baby back.”

That seemed to snap Aspen out of her daze. “What? No!”

“She’s gonna start crying.”

“No, she’s no-”

The baby does start crying, her whole tiny body writhing and turning in Vi’s arms, as she raises her fists so far above her head, Vi almost lurches her own head back to avoid the incoming newborn wrath.

Aspen coos playfully, her hands leaning forward to naturally take the screeching baby from Vi, bouncing her gently in the crook of her elbow. “Aw, see? You already have the motherly instinct; you knew exactly when she was going to cry!”

Vi puffs her cheeks, crossing her arms over her chest, as her eyes trail over Aspen and her niece. Aspen was cooing down at Leia quietly, her fingers dancing over Leia’s scrunched, red face; over her nose, her cheeks and hairline. The sight of 6 foot something Aspen, with muscles as big as Vi’s arms put together; being so gentle around something as tiny as baby Leia, brewed something in Vi. “Is this your way of begging me to have your babies?”

“No of course not. That’s after marriage.”

Vi whips her head so fast that she could have sworn her hair fell off her head, her eyes dancing over Aspen and little Leia quickly; Aspen looked like a natural, her large hands casually supporting her little head and body, now feeding her through a tiny bottle, with a muslin cloth draped over her large shoulder. The mum look suited Aspen, so much so Vi wanted to throw the baby back to her mother so that she could drag Aspen back to their bedroom. For what? You know. Perverts.

“You’re thinking about it-” Aspen teases, her body rocking back and forth gently to cradle Leia, her mouth curling to shush her quietly.

“Shut up. Feed the baby, you’re going to drop her.” Vi rolls her eyes playfully, resting her head on her hand as she leans on the armrest, mumbling to herself. “Only been together for a year...”

“We Matsuuras, choose and mate for life.” Aspen replies as leans back in the couch, shaking the small bottle in Leia’s mouth, urging her to suckle again. “Just tell me when, baby. I’ve got my sperm ready and frozen.”

Vi lets out a little scoff and laugh, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.” The most annoying part? Aspen wasn’t lying, she was annoying, had a big mouth, had a head bigger than most; but she never lied; and that was something Vi had to get used to.

“Not what you were telling me last night-”

“Aspen-”

“What was it? Fuck me harder-”

“Stop it.” Vi raises her fist to punch Aspen in the arm before remembering she had Leia, Vi purses her lips before she outstretched her hands. “Give her to me.”

Aspen gasps dramatically, turning her body to cover Leia. “What? So, you can hit me? That stays in the bedroom, baby girl. The other way around.”

Vi rolls her eyes, fighting hard to keep her blush down as she shakes her outstretched hands at Leia. “I want to hold her.”

Aspen looks at Vi suspiciously, her eyes trailing over Vi with mock caution before she turns her head away. “No.”

Vi stares at Aspen for a short moment, before she scoots down until she’s pressed up against Aspen’s body, her chin resting on Aspen’s shoulder. “Don’t you like it when I hold her? You get all mushy, and dopey-eyed.”

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

Aspen laughs, something that scares Leia out of her sleep before she settles down again. Vi soon forgets her prior grudge when Aspen reaches to press a series of chaste kisses to her mouth. “Let me burp the little bean, and you can distract me all you want with your hidden mum powers.”

Vi can’t keep her eyes off of Aspen holding onto Leia’s chin, keeping her back straight and sat on Aspen’s leg. She couldn’t keep her distasted look in, as a loud belch erupts from Leia’s tiny mouth. “She sounds like a lawnmower.”

“I hope you don’t say that about our babies.”

Vi looks up at Aspen for a moment with heated cheeks, before they travel back down to Leia, her small fist raising up above her forehead as she lets out a small yawn, and a noise that sounds a little like throat clearing. “And she looks like a meat sack.”

“Oi!” Aspen exclaims playfully, her hand reaching up to cover Leia’s ears. “Little lady’s very sensitive.” Aspen’s eyes drop down to Leia, whose little body was now curled at Aspen’s chest, almost as if the burp took energy out of her. Aspen leans forward, lowering her voice to a whisper: “Between you and me; she gets it from her mum.”

“Her mum’s your sister. Twin sister?” Vi asked, wrapping one arm around her waist, as her fingers reach down to hold Leia’s tiny foot. It was literally the length of her thumb, and maybe the width as her 2 fingers.

“Nah, Ashni gets it from our dad.”

“And wh-” Vi tries to focus to grab the baby from Aspen without dropping her, or letting her head fall back. It’s quiet for a moment, as Aspen gently guides Vi’s arms properly around Leia, before all that seems futile as Vi feels as though she’s going to drop Leia again when she feels Aspen press another kiss to her mouth, she smacks her lips in surprise, pressing them together before she finds her train of thought again. “Where do you get you from?”

“My mum.”

“Angry and arrogant?”

Aspen lets out another loud laugh, again startling Leia. Vi tightens her hold on her slightly; hoping it would calm her slightly; it does, Leia settles down in Vi’s arms with a quiet, disgruntled sigh and a long stretch. Vi’s hands were gentle as they tugged on her small pink hat, making sure they covered her ears, her finger trailing down Leia’s small nose before her eyes ran over her wrinkly face. Leia- like all newborns- looked like a like a small, old man. Yet, Vi couldn’t deny that Leia had a cuteness to her; maybe because she looked a little like Aspen.

“Don’t tease me. I have my clinic’s number on speed dial.”

Since Leia was safe in Vi’s hold, she had no trouble reaching over to deliver a punch to Aspen’s arm, smiling at herself when Aspen winced quietly in response.

Vi sighed quietly at the feeling of the hot water running down her body; she squeezes the water out of her hair before she pushes it back, her hand soon reaching down to wipe her face. She doesn’t bother to use anything, she just wanted to be able to close her eyes without worrying.

She didn’t know how long she was standing under the water, before she felt and saw the familiar brown, mismatched arms wrap around her from behind, feeling a pair of lips drag lazily across the curve of her neck.

“Ashni came to pick Leia up?”

“Mhm.” Aspen’s lips danced along Vi’s freckled skin, along her strong shoulder blades, before they found home on the soft curve of her shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

Vi opened her mouth to speak; momentarily feeling a few sprinkles of water fall in her mouth before Aspen shuts her up with a playful pinch on the butt.

“Don’t say its cause of the shower.”

“Don’t pinch me.”

“Brat.”

Vi let out a soft scoff, pressing her rear against Aspen, the corners of her lips curling up when she hears Aspen suck in a sharp breath. “You always call me that. You never do anything to fix it.” Vi could feel Aspen’s chest shake slightly against her back when she chuckled, her hands suddenly wrapping around the mass of muscle on Vi’s thighs.

“Now, now. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Vi did it anyways, and as always, she did not regret it. She bit down harder on the muscle of Aspen’s bicep, pressing her forehead to the tiled wall. Only strings of breathless moans and whines spilled from her mouth; feeling the familiar stretch of accommodating Aspen’s fingers.

“Shit.” Vi could press her nose into the hard expanse of Aspen’s bicep, her hips stuttering in movement when she feels Aspen’s fingers curl in her cunt.

“Good?” Vi just nodded, her nails clawing at the tiles, as she opened her mouth to try get another word out, only to hiss in pleasure when the ball of Aspen’s palm pressed against her clit. She could feel Aspen press against her back, could feel the hard metal of her nipple piercings rub against her, her dark falling past her shoulder and tickling the nape of Vi’s neck. “No thoughts? Head empty? Where’s it all gone? Your bratty talk?” Aspen lets out a low chuckle. “Fucked it out of you, didn’t I, pretty thing?”

Vi only pushed her rear back into Aspen’s hip, a small broken, whimper falling from her mouth. Her hands were slipping from the wet tiles, so Vi opted to hang on to Aspen’s forearm. It always dawned on Vi, how Aspen could stay so calm and collected through moments like this; for Vi it felt like her body would fall, and burn from the inside just by the mere touch Aspen’s anything on her skin. “G-gonna cu-”

“No, you’re not.” Aspen’s voice was firm, running straight through Vi’s ear, the sound of the shower head was completely gone. Aspen’s fingers were gone instantly, and soon were wrapped around snugly around Vi throat, enough to keep her head in place. “You’re not going to cum, no matter how many times you beg me to. I’ll decide.”

Aspen wasn’t always a soft, pleasure dom. When she was in the mood she could get rough, and fast really quick, and more often times, Aspen used her physical advantage to move Vi in any way she wanted. Thank you, rugby. It’s not to say that Vi didn’t have some advantage with her own physical prowess, she was just… more prone to giving it up. The dangerous bit is that Aspen’s playful and a little cocky.

“Gods...”

“Hm. You called?”

Vi let out a groan of surprise, feeling the pads of Aspen’s fingers drag through her folds, circling her entrance before finally pushing through. Aspen hummed again, pressing her mouth against Vi’s jaw, using her hand around her throat to tilt her head to the side to press her mouth against the shell of Vi’s ear.

“Sucked me right in…” Aspen smirked, feeling Vi’s blunt nails digs into her forearm, hearing the puffs of breath spill from Vi’s lips. It made her own cunt leak and throb, but it wasn’t enough to keep her focus off of Vi, to satiate her own needs; Vi challenged her on her authority in bed, she was determined to show her.

Vi’s limbs felt weak at this point, a shaking mess and if it weren’t for the firm hold Aspen had around her throat, she would’ve fell. “Aspen… shit, please, baby.”

Aspen smirked; the corner of her mouth turned up to show the sharp end of her canine tooth. “I like hearing you beg, sweetheart. Keep at it.”

Aspen fucked Vi close to two orgasms before rudely pulling back to amusedly take in the sight of her whining and begging for release. It was fun.

“… ‘S not fair…”

“No?” Aspen closes herself around Vi again, draping herself over her corded back, as her fingers find themselves in Vi’s pulsating hole, using her cunt to push her body further back into Aspen’s. Vi doesn’t bother fighting back, just holds onto Aspen’s forearms as she rested her head on Aspen’s shoulder.

“Really like your muscles…” Vi’s voice was slurred and breathless, her chest heaving and breath catching in her throat as she feels Aspen’s fingers lazily drove in and out of her.

Aspen laughed, pressing her nose into Vi’s cheek before her lips puckered to press a kiss to her cheekbone. “I like your muscles. So pretty… pretty thing. You can cum this time, okay? You listened well today.”

Vi could only moan out in relief, her fingers tightening around Aspen’s wrist, when her pace quickened. The shower was turned off a while ago, so Vi could really hear the obscene sounds Aspen’s fingers made in her cunt.

“So fucking pretty.” Aspen hummed, pressing herself closer to Vi, close enough she may as mould Vi to be one with the tiled wall. Aspen couldn’t help but run her free hand around the tightened, taut muscles on Vi’s stomach; her nails lightly running across the skin. “Wonder how you’ll look with my babies inside you.”

Vi could feel her skin turn warm all over her body when Aspen opened her mouth, feeling her cheeks redden at the thought of ever being able to carry Aspen’s children. She let out an involuntary moan, her thigh jerking in response when Aspen delved in her deeper, almost as if she was spurred on by the mere thought of getting what she wanted just with her fingers. But, of course, that wasn’t really possible, as much as Aspen was Godly during their time in bed together, she didn’t have the powers to impregnate someone with her fingers. Aspen didn’t have the right assets for that either, she did, but for the sake of her own happiness and comfortability she created a body for herself that Vi and her loved and felt proud of. And Vi’s mind only drifted to the one thing that could, tucked away safely, far away in a clinic; if only…

“I saw the way you were looking at Leia, I know you were thinking about it. You want my babies, darling? Hmm? Would love to see you as a Mama to my kids. You want that, baby?”

“Mhm.” Vi moaned quietly, her hand pressing against the back of Aspen’s hoping it would bring her fingers in deeper, moaning a little louder when it did. Her other hand did its hardest to keep Aspen’s face close to hers, her fingers threading through the back of Aspen’s hair; she could feel the shaved hairs under her palm; it felt rough and tickled.

Aspen only laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly, before she slips her fingers out of Vi; her hands trailing across Vi’s hips, over her thighs, and pulling at the taut skin around Vi’s ass. “Hm. Whatever you want, darling. You’ll look hot as a Mama.” Aspen teased, lowering herself to her knees against the shower floor.

“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

Aspen stopped midway from moving Vi’s legs apart; hooking her strong fingers under her knee to hike it over her shoulder, looking up at her with a hungry look. The dark gaze washed over her slitted eyes, almost like a shadow across her face. “I’m hungry.” She replied, slowly dragging her palms over Vi’s thighs, her eyes slitted into a determined stare. “You’re not going to let me eat?”

Vi felt frustrated, she ignored the throbbing pain of her elbows digging into the wood of the dining table. She would’ve opted for biting her nails; but the pen prior to the one in between her fingers broke and leaked ink on her hands and nails, thus making the activity taste horrible.

The newspaper held the same jobs it did the week before; either they were quick cash, or something Vi wasn’t qualified for. It would have been a pleasant day; the heaping pile of clothes were washed and folded, the kitchen was filled with the pleasant smell of dinner and Aspen was bound to come home soon, but the doubt, and the sadness all came washing through when she came to the realisation that she does not have a job. She felt lazy, horrible and utterly useless.

Vi was contemplating ripping the darned newspaper and burning it, when Aspen thundered through the door, the rustle of coats, and the thuds of her boots can be heard before she saunters through to the kitchen.

“Hey, baby. Is that chicken pie? That smells good.” Aspen was loud as she walks around the kitchen to take a seat by the table. “How was your day? I was put in the toddlers’ room, and I feel really grateful that I usually work with the newborns- babe? What’s wrong?”

Vi didn’t realise that she hadn’t acknowledged Aspen at all, and in all her positivity, and excitement to come home and see Vi again, Aspen didn’t realise either.

“I-It’s no-” Vi stops talking to see Aspen looking at her; it wasn’t the usual lazy stare, and cocky smirk. Her eyebrows were drawn in, her eyes sharp as she looked at Vi with something akin to don’t lie to me. “I’m feeling frustrated cause I can’t look for a stupid job.”

“Baby, these things time-”

“No, b-but it’s been a year since I’ve gotten out! I should’ve gotten something by now-” Vi takes a deep breath through her nose, pressing her lips together as she looks to the side, she sneaks a glance at Aspen from the corner of her eyes. “I need to pay you back for-”

“No.”

“What?”

“I asked you to move in. Mainly cause I liked you a lot, b-but my intimate… uh desires aside, you just got out of jail and I had an extra room; even though after a week, you moved into my room, but that’s beside the point, I wanted to help you. I don’t mind providing for us both until you get a job. This is your home as well. I thought I made it clear enough for the last year.”

Home. Vi hadn’t gotten that in a long time, not before meeting Aspen, and when Aspen came through, cocky smirks and suggestive advances and all, Vi had gotten a home the minute Aspen had confessed about her desire to kiss Vi.

It was quiet for a moment before Aspen stands up from her seat, walking toward a kitchen cabinet and pulling out a small, thin injection from a box.

“You want to help my take my oestrogen, Bubblegum?”

“You’ve always done it, why do you need help now?” Still Vi stands up from her seat, following Aspen to their living room, kneeling by the sofa on the floor. Maybe it’s time to wash these cushions. Vi wipes down at the fabric on their pillow cushion, before her eyes travel to the rest before the sight of Aspen bending down to pull her trousers take place instead.

“Maybe I just want an excuse to pull my trousers down in front of you.” Aspen teased, yelping when Vi takes the needle from her abruptly, and using her other hand swat Aspen on her ass. “You can’t hit me!”

“Stop being so naughty then.” Vi doesn’t say anything else, just makes sure the lid of the injection is thrown away in its familiar small yellow bin. She’s thankful the needle is pre-filled so all she had to do is wipe the targeted area, and pull up the skin on Aspen’s thigh, before gently piercing the skin with needle. “Does it hurt? Is it hurting?”

Aspen laughs a little, her fingers reaching up to pinch and pull gently on the red strands of Vi’s hair. “No, baby. I’m used to it.” Aspen pulls her trousers back up, her eyes following Vi’s form, as she throws away the last of the needle in the needle bin, behind her on the coffee table. Aspen couldn’t help run her fingers along Vi’s corded back, until they reached the back of her neck. “You look good down there.”

Vi turned back to look at Aspen, rolling her eyes fondly. “You always say that.” Vi couldn’t keep her gaze off of Aspen; the way her arms seemed to look larger at this angle; perched lazily on her knees, or the way Vi could settle herself in between the crazy, crazy mass of muscle on Aspen’s thighs.

“You’re always kneeling in front of me. What’s up with that?” Aspen leans forward, her nose nearly brushing against Vi’s cheek. Aspen curls a finger around a strand of Vi’s hair, twirling it around her fingers before they find themselves holding firmly onto her chin, keeping Vi’s eyes on her. Aspen’s eyes drop to Vi’s mouth, before she reaches down to press her lips to Vi’s. “You need to stop distracting me.” Aspen can’t help but keep Vi’s chin firmly in her hands, pressing one kiss after the other to Vi’s mouth eagerly.

“I’m not-” Vi laughs, her hands resting on Aspen’s thighs; Vi tries to pry her chin our of Aspen’s fingers, but fails miserably when Aspen’s determined kisses find their way to Vi’s fae again.

Aspen doesn’t let her finish, eagerly pressing another kiss to her mouth. “Stop kissing me. We won’t be able to stop.”

Vi laughs, pulling herself away from Aspen’s hand. “You’re kissing me.”

Vi ended up on Aspen’s lap, lazily moulding their mouths together. Aspen hums into Vi’s mouth, her fingers digging into the flesh of Vi’s rear. Aspen pulls back, taking a much-needed breath before smirking up at Vi. “I love your bubble butt.”

Vi tuts, letting her hand fall harshly against Aspen’s shoulder. “Stop talking about my ass.”

Aspen laughs, reaching up to press a kiss against Vi’s chin. “Sorry. Don’t know how.” Aspen looks around the living room, her eyebrows drawing in slightly before she looks back to the kitchen. “Baby I think your chicken pie is burn-”

“Shit! My fucking pie! I used that expensive Piltover spice!” Aspen could only laugh, letting Vi clamber out of her lap to run to the oven, hastily pulling out their dinner. Vi looks down at it, pointing a finger at Aspen when she opens her mouth. “We are not ordering takeout.”

“What do I bring? I have no money to buy them anything. Do they know I’m unemployed? Will that hideous cat statue be enough? Oh G- I should have bought something before, then I wouldn’t be stressing 20 minutes before.”

Aspen could only laugh in amusement at Vi’s sheer nervousness, and be a little hurt at her opinion on the cat statue Aspen made when she was 10. “You said you liked my statue.”

Vi stops her panicked stride, as she looks up at Aspen with a sheepish look. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Aspen gives Vi a deadpan look, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re hurting my feelings now.” Aspen’s eyes follow Vi as she walks closer, not being able to help keep her tough exterior when Vi falls into her chest.

“Aw, is my big, bad girlfriend hurt?” Vi coos playfully, reaching up to pinch Aspen’s cheeks.

Aspen pouts, leaning her face into Vi’s hands. “Yeah. I want you to hug me.” Smiling brightly, when Vi obliges, pressing her nose into her hair and holding her closely to her chest.

“No, but seriously. What do I get your parents? I wanna make a good impression.”

“Nothing. They like you already.”

“How? I haven’t met them yet.”

“You should know by now that I have a very big mouth, Bubblegum.”

“Of course, you do. I’m victim of that 24/7.”

Aspen rolls her eyes playfully. “Pfft, please. You like my mouth.”

“Sometimes. We gotta go, or we’ll be late. I don’t want to be late to meeting your parents for the first time. That’s a bad first impression.” Vi walks to the entryway, pulling on her shoes. When she sees Aspen just standing there, staring at Vi with an entranced smile, Vi could only usher Aspen forward with her hand. “You’re staring again. Hurry up.”

Aspen laughed, following suit; slipping her feet in her shoes, following Vi out through their front door. Aspen stands back, hands lazily in her jacket pockets as her eyes slide down to Vi’s ass, as she locks the door.

“Stop looking at my bum.”

“I told you; I like it.” Aspen says, her hand already slipping out of her pocket, to wrap an arm around Vi’s waist. “Really like your bum.”

Vi rolls her eyes, her own hands slipping in her pockets, as she keeps her head low; Aspen’s hoodie kept her warm against the cold wind, and the hood was big enough to cover her face. Even though she was technically safe; old habits die hard, and the horrid memories from Stillwater sometimes made her think she was still there.

“Your posture is horrible. No wonder you have neck pains.” Vi could only splutter when she feels Aspen’s hand on her chest and shoulder blade, trying to straighten her out. Aspen’s bewildered at the grunt Vi gives in response, as she lets her head hang and shoulders hunch again. “Aw, my cute, little emo girlfriend.” Aspen coos playfully, reaching over to grab Vi’s face, squishing her cheeks and pressing a loud kiss to her mouth.

As much as Vi tried to keep a strong front, she instantly melted at the affections from Aspen. “I’m worried your parents won’t like me.”

“Why wouldn’t they like you?”

“We- I’m an ex-convict-”

“They’re very open minded.”

“I have tattoos. I-I have a face tattoo!”

“You’re talking as though they don’t have a brown, lesbian, trans masc rugby player with tattoos and piercings as a daughter.” Aspen tightens her hold on Vi, rubbing her arm. “You’ll be fine.”

“Could you at least give me some heads up? You know, what they are like.”

“My dad laughs a lot, he will try to feed you, he’s very loud, laughs at his own jokes-”

“So, like you?” Vi teased, reaching up on her tip toes to nudge her nose against Aspen’s chin.

Aspen laughs, rolling her eyes. “Very funny. My mum is more quiet, reserved. She’s very etiquette crazy, she’s very motherly, and well- she can’t keep her mouth shut either.”

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Unfortunately for Vi’s nerves, they reach Aspen’s parent’s house a lot quicker, and much to Vi’s disappointment, Aspen didn’t bother knocking; pulling Vi through the door. “Mama! Papa! We’re here!”

Vi looks up from taking her shoes off to see what she assumes is Aspen’s parents. They were both short, just barely reaching Aspen’s shoulder. Vi is drawn to Aspen’s father first; he was chubby with monolid eyes that matched with Aspen’s. He was already laughing, petting Aspen’s face gently as he smiles widely at her; Vi was worried his dastar would fall off his head.

“You must be Vi. It is wonderful to meet you. I am Aspen’s mother; but you can call me Amani. This is my husband, Abani.” Vi could instantly tell that Amani was more quiet, the type to choose not to speak.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Welcome, Vi! I hope you haven’t eaten earlier, puthar. My Amani and I have cooked enough for four armies.” Vi didn’t have time to respond to that comment, before Abani laughs a little at his joke, guiding Vi through their home.

It was a pleasant sight to see Ashni, perched on the couch; with little Leia settled on her lap. Ashni looked up from Leia, smiling at Aspen and Vi. She stands up, keeping Leia settled in the crook of her arm as she leans into hug Aspen, laughing when Aspen takes Leia with a raspberry blown to her belly.

Ashni give a quick hug to Vi, one that Vi eagerly reciprocates. “Aspen told me you were nervous.” Ashni whispers quietly; her eyes travelling along Aspen, who’s tickling Leia, and to her parents; who have settled themselves in the kitchen; preparing the last of dinner.

“I was. I feel a bit better now that I’m here. Knowing you already makes it easier.”

Ashni smiles reassuringly at Vi, placing a hand on Vi’s arm. “My parents are really fun to be around.”

Aspen soon walks over to Vi, reaching down to place Leia in her lap without warning, she turns to walk out of the room without another word before Ashni stops. “Where are you running off to?”

“I need to pee! I’ll be quick.”

Vi looks back at Aspen, before her attention to Leia. She’s gotten a little bigger the last time she saw her; she looks a lot less like an old man, and more like a cute little baby.

“Are you okay to stay with Leia while I help out in the kitchen?”

Vi nods and smiles. “Mhm. Gives me time to recharge a little.”

Vi doesn’t realise that Aspen has come back until she feels a kiss on her head, and a heavy hand on her back. “They’re all in the kitchen?” Vi just nods, her finger gently poking Leia’s small nose.

Aspen leaned against the back of the sofa, staring intently at Vi, her eyes softening to a degree. She always liked looking at Vi; they way her lips puckered into a pout subconsciously, the way the skin on her bridge rippled when she glared, or the beautiful, beautiful way her large grey eyes gazed up at her with the softest stare. But the way her body melted; the way her muscles softened every time she held Leia was something that made Aspen thank the stars that she was alive to witness it. Aspen wasn’t ashamed to think what it would feel like if their house was filled by one more person, one more tiny person, maybe one that looked a beautiful mix of them both.

“I can’t wait to marry to you.” Aspen didn’t think she said that out loud, she at least thought she said it where only she could hear it, until Aspen’s cheeks heated up at the realisation that Vi did hear and gave an answer of her own.

“I want a nice ring, okay? Maybe one that matches my hair.”

Aspen smiled, her eyes running over every inch of Vi, her unruly red hair, that crooked nose hoop in her nostril, the indents of the small scars littered on her face and she smiled, so wide; maybe her face wasn’t her own anymore. Till death do us part, my love. “Okay.”

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