This is part two Ez and Vi. Part one is at "www . fanfiction . net (/) s/8044996/25/Relationships" without spaces, quotes, or parenthesis (crazy site won't let me use URLs).
He didn't notice the door slamming behind him. He didn't notice his body being maneuvered towards a wall. He didn't see the lights in the room begin to dim, hear the click of the lock on the door. All he could feel was her lips on his- a slight nibbling, a flick where her tongue just skimmed his. The explosion of heat and feeling that radiated from his mouth made his knees weaken and his body tremble. He felt her body tremble in response as she pressed it closer to his and deepened the kiss.
She broke the kiss, and shook her head, neon pink hair flying. They both gasped for air, trying make up for the moments when their mouths had been already occupied. Then, she dove in again. Only, this time, instead of her hands caressing his back and his head, they were rapidly rapidly undressing him. His jacket's zipper was drawn down and it was cast off in an instant. His shirt was unbuttoned and dropped to the floor. Ezreal, slowly regaining control of his senses, was just now realizing what Vi was doing. This time, he broke off the kiss, and moved backwards, only to realize his back was on a wall.
"What?" Vi asked. "Is something wrong?"
"I just-" Ezreal looked to the side for an instant, before forcing his eyes back onto the panting woman in front of him. "I've never done this before, I don't-"
Vi's face stretched out into a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, Genius Boy, I'll handle it." Her eyes lit up with the smile, as she continued undressing him. His undershirt came off, and was tossed across the apartment with reckless abandon.
Ezreal tried to keep up. Vi's jacket came off, while she caressed his chest. It was not flabby by any stretch of the imagination, but not overly muscled either. Getting on her knees, Vi moved on to his belt, while he moved on to her shirt. She got his belt undone, but before his pants came down, she was interrupted by an insistent tug on her arms. She growled and undid the button that held his pants up. Only after the pants spooled around Ezreal's feet did she lift her arms to allow her shirt to come off. His underpants came down, and she looked hungrily at his member. He, in turn, tried to reach around her to undo the latch that held up her bra, but it felt infuriatingly complex to open. Giving out a short snort of laughter, she reached around her back to release her bra and shrugged it off. Ezreal's eyes widened momentarily at the sight of what was underneath.
They widened even more when he first felt her on him. Her hands lightly, gently, pumped along his length. It perked up quickly, and her mouth moved in. First, only her tongue darted out, stroking the tip. Then, her mouth engulfed the head, sending electrifying pulsations of heat and ecstasy throughout his body.
She sucked for a moment, eliciting a sharp intake of air from Ezreal, then let go with a pop. Her hands, still on the base of his dick, pumped up and down a few times again. She dove back in, this time bobbing her head up and down a few times, her tongue swirling around Ezreal's length. Ezreal; barely even seeing the woman in front of him, only feeling the warm, wet sensation of her around him; could only gasp as her mouth tightened and her teeth oh so slightly scraped over the top of the head of his length as she exited again, the exquisite sensation feeling like it would almost overload his brain. She went in again, this time forcing herself deeper. The sensation of being buried inside Vi, half of his length in the warm, deep crevice of her mouth, the other half still being pumped energetically by her hands, made Ezreal see stars at the edge of his vision. His breathing increased to almost constant gasping, muscles strained towards some unknown goal. His heart seemed like it was about to burst, and he felt almost burning with heat all throughout his body. It seemed that everything was becoming brighter, and there was some urge that he had to fulfill, that would happen as long as she just kept-
And suddenly, instead of warmth, Ezreal almost sagged down onto the ground as the cool air assaulted his length. Right before the threshold of… something, Vi had broken off and now leaned back slightly, gasping for air. In all honesty, Ezreal wasn't sure whether he was angry or grateful that boundary had not been passed.
When Ezreal started laboring for air, Vi knew he was close to finishing. When his member, embedded in her mouth, started twitching, she knew he was about to. Did she really want his first time to be over that quickly? And without any fun for her? She smirked inwardly.
Vi opened her mouth as much as she could, and moved away from him. Ezreal looked down, his face seemingly torn between disapproval and gratitude. The inward smirk grew only larger as she realized both how fresh he was, and how much he was staring at her tits. She arched her back slightly more than required and fumbled with her own pants. Glancing back and tossing a smirk at the boy behind her, she walked towards her bed and flopped down on it. A moment later, a second weight plopped down, making the bed creak slightly in displeasure.
Ezreal, she noted, was before her, looking between her legs. She noticed a questing hand, and she spread her legs obligingly. He needed to cool down anyways, and she needed some enjoyment as well.
Cautiously, his hand parted her pink petals, before slipping the tip of one finger in. It probed around a bit, before sinking deeper. It curled up, rubbing on the sides of her inner walls. She let out an incontrollable moan.
Sensing approval, Ezreal then slipped in a second finger and curled them both up. Vi shuddered briefly in response, pleasure shooting up her body, her heart and breathing rate shooting up. He withdrew his fingers, and her body slowly began to cool down
He chuckled when he saw her red face. "Payback" was his response to her quirked eyebrow.
Vi scoffed. "Please, as if you could even come close." Now it was Ezreal's turn to look confused, and then devious. Some part of Vi told her to stop going, as the expression on Ezreal's face was beginning to turn outright evil. But, the rest of her, reminding her that Ezreal was still completely new, swatted all of that away. As a result, she taunted, "I doubt you could even make me ye-"
Suddenly, a white-hot jolt of pleasure or pain- she couldn't tell which- stabbed through her body and shocked her brain so much that she couldn't avoid throwing her head back and screaming, "Oh, FUCK!"
The sensation passed after a moment, and she lifted her head for a moment, wondering what Ezreal had done. Seeing a little nub of flesh from her clit pinched between his thumb and finger, she relaxed with a moan.
"Low blow, kid…" she wheezed out.
He chuckled. "Still worked perfectly." He shifted his position in the bed.
All of a sudden, his hand was kneading one of her breasts, and his mouth was nibbling on the nipple of the other. She couldn't resist gasping as his mouth relinquished its grip on the sensitive peak of her breast and gave her a kiss. Their lips tanged, their tongues flicked. His arms encircled her, and she felt something probing at her clit. One of her hands reached down and guided his throbbing member towards the entrance.
His mouth unlocked from hers, and he slowly moved in, his hands now holding him above her. He sheathed himself fully inside her, both of them trying desperately not to make any noise other than the sound of labored breathing. He failed first, letting out a small groan at the sheer feeling of her around him, the wet, hot chasm which was so similar yet infinitely different from her mouth. She let loose soon afterwards, moaning at the feeling of him inside her, her walls pulsating and adapting around him.
His hips moved up and he pulled halfway out of her. The pleasure became almost blinding as the feeling of him almost hijacked the rest of her senses. He pushed back in, grunting at both the effort of keeping himself above her as well as the feeling of himself inside her.
In and out. In and out. They began to establish a cadence. Ezreal would move up, and Vi would move down. Then the two would meet with a slap of skin on skin, then part again, then meet again. The room began to heat up because of their exertions, and sweat beads began to form on both of them. She moaned again, and his arms began to shake slightly.
Seeing the slightly ragged Ezreal on top of her, Vi's expression changed from pure pleasure to devious.
One moment, he was on top of her, pumping in and out, trying to make sure he didn't collapse. The next, his arms were bound to his sides, his chest crushed to hers. The next, he was on his back, a mischievously grinning Vi straddling him, her hands pinning his down. He gulped. Vi began to move up and down herself, her face with that insufferable smirk on it focused on his. He began to move his hips as well against Vi's. It seemed only fair to try to help her.
She started to lean back, and she let his hands go. Her arms were now behind her, making sure she didn't fall backwards, and his were free. They reached up and started pinching, kneading her breasts, and tracing the lines of her body. Vi gritted her teeth and continued bouncing up and down, the breast not being attended to following her rhythm with a small delay.
They both knew at the same time. She felt him begin twitching as she forced him into her for the umpteenth time. He felt her walls begin pulsating as he moved back into her again. Their only response was to move faster, pant more desperately, shudder and moan more noticeably.
They sped up until they were faster than even gravity- Vi found herself pulling down on the sheets to make her go just that much faster, to give herself just that much more pleasure. Her greater conditioning began to show, as Ezreal simply couldn't move as quickly as her. Their movements became unsynchronized, almost erratic as they gave it just that last little push.
Ezreal realized that that threshold he had approached before was rapidly approaching. With a moment of sudden clarity, he realized what it was, and the possible consequences. He tried to articulate this to Vi, but it only came out as broken words, as his body's demand for air overwhelmed his brain's desire to speak.
"I-" Ezreal panted, "I'm about-" a breath "to fi-" a sudden gasp and shudder, as his body began preparations of its own- "can't stop".
Vi, however, knew exactly what Ezreal was talking about. She'd done this particular dance enough to know all the moves at this point. She unceremoniously shouted, "just shut the fuck up-" she gasped for air- "and cum inside me!"
As if following orders, Ezreal's body started to spasm, and he let out a shout. A flood of sticky semen streamed into his member, and from there, into Vi's pulsating walls. On her part, the sensation of the liquid was enough to push her over the edge. She, too, began to shake uncontrollably. Her walls began to flood with her own produce, as she let out a shriek. The duo were not able to control their own bodies anymore, knowing only the sensation of each other, as their muscles stubbornly refused commands. Their bodies continued to pump fluids into Vi's core, before slowing, and then stopping. Ezreal's eyes opened, and he looked into Vi's eyes. The two panted, exhausted.
"Not bad-" gasp- "Genius boy" panted Vi.
The tips of Ezreal's mouth began to briefly pull up before failing for lack of energy. "You too…" He blinked, finding it absurdly hard to open his eyes after closing them. He glanced up again. Vi body was falling forward, her eyes shut, clearly having blacked out. He raised his arms and attempted to lower her on top of him gently, before his arms gave out half way and she thudded on top of him. He relaxed back, her comforting weight on top of him. His eyes shut and he drifted away almost instantly.
She felt warm. It was so warm. Normally, she didn't feel this warm.
Normally, it wasn't this bright either. Even with her eyes closed, it felt abnormally bright. She didn't like it. She tried to pull her blankets up over her eyes to go back to sleep. Her alarm hadn't sounded, so she could go back to sleep. Right?
But, as her arm reached down, she didn't feel soft cotton, or linens. She only felt skin- and she didn't feel her own hand either. Which meant-
Her eyes flew open. It was bright- because it was late morning. Her clock showed a time of 9:21. That meant that she'd slept through her first, second, and third alarms. And that only had happened after-
She turned around. Ezreal slept behind her, almost cocooning her in warmth as his body surrounded her. Memories of last night started streaming back and she relaxed slightly.
Then her body hit. She suddenly realized she was thirsty, she was hungry, and every single muscle in her body felt like it'd just been put into a meat grinder. She tried to lay there to rest a bit, but her growling stomach and chapped lips angrily reminded her to replenish some of the nutrients lost in last night's activities. But just as she got to the edge of bed, a dreaded sound made its way to her ears.
There was only one person who would be arriving around now. And that one person would have-
She frowned. Vi did sleep in, but that was why she had suggested the idea of multiple alarms. Normally, she let her sleep- Vi was normally out patrolling late anyways- but today was a meeting day, when Vi shouldn't have been late. Luckily, the person holding the meeting- the person who had been contracted draw up better maps of the undercity- was also been running late. She rang the doorbell.
She frowned and rang the doorbell again.
No response. Had Vi gone to sleep with earmuffs?
Caitlyn frowned and pulled out the extra key to Vi's apartment she had on her at all times. Vi had protested about it, but Caitlyn knew it would come in handy, so she didn't budge, and eventually Vi had gave in. She unlocked Vi's apartment with a click and stepped in, prepared to lecture Vi about sleeping late. Caitlyn was expecting a cheerfully snoring Vi, happily burrowed under sheets.
Instead, she was greeted what looked like a ransacked apartment, with clothes scattered everywhere. There was a jacket, there was a shirt, there was a pair of boxers, there was-
The named woman stepped out from her bedroom sheepishly, completely naked, and her face more red than a tomato. Caitlyn's eyes narrowed, already coming to her conclusion. She looked past her into the bedroom itself to see someone she would never expect to see.
He let out a surprised grunt as he responded to his name, craning his neck up, and realizing in the next instant that he was butt naked. He, too, blushed, looking as though a painter had accidentally spilled crimson paint over an unfortunate victim. Caitlyn turned her glare to Vi, who shuffled her feet and looked remarkably like a child who knows she will be chastised.
"Well? Anything to say?"
Vi looked up, her trademark smirk plastered back on her face. She knew she was in trouble, and she figured she might as well get a laugh out of it while she was at it. "Want to join in, cupcake?"
It was Caitlyn's turn to turn beet red, and she sputtered. She was literally unable to form words.
Vi pressed on, grinning all the while. "Come on, it'll be fu-"
With a surprised "hurk!", Vi found herself suddenly pinned to the wall by her extremely agitated partner.
And that's when the screaming started.