Vi X Reader

Pinned & Breathless

Vi x Reader

Tags: Vi x reader, training session, flirting, sfw, mention of fightning, sfw

Summary: You and Vi are having a training session, the tension is however tense and another emotion is in the air.

The underground gym in Zaun is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old leather and sweat. The distant drip drip of a leaky pipe echoes through the empty space, but all you can focus on is her.

Vi stands a few feet away, rolling her shoulders, muscles flexing beneath her tank top. The dim glow from a nearby neon sign paints her skin in a mix of pink and blue, making her look almost unreal.

"Alright, cupcake," she purrs, cracking her knuckles. "Show me what you got."

You take a steadying breath, hands clenched into fists. Vi’s been teasing you all night, her smirk never fading, her eyes flickering with that dangerous mix of confidence and something else, something you can’t quite place.

"Don’t hold back," she taunts, tilting her head. "Unless you wanna lose fast."

Oh, it’s on.

You lunge, aiming a quick strike at her ribs, but she’s already moving, sidestepping effortlessly. Before you can even register what’s happening, her fingers curl around your wrist, yanking you forward.

Your back slams onto the mat, and suddenly, she’s on top of you.

Close.

Too close.

Vi’s weight presses you into the floor, her body caging you in, her face just inches from yours. Her breath is warm against your skin, and her signature smirk is right there, teasing, knowing.

"Damn," she breathes, her voice low and husky. "That was cute. But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna take me down, sweetheart."

Your pulse pounds in your ears, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. Her pink hair is tousled, strands falling into her eyes as she watches you with something unreadable, something dangerous.

You should be thinking about the fight. About winning.

Instead, all you can focus on is how good she looks above you.

"You gonna let me up, or are you just enjoying the view?" you challenge, arching a brow.

Vi chuckles, but she doesn’t move. If anything, she leans in just a little closer, her lips hovering dangerously near your ear.

"Maybe a little of both," she murmurs.

Your breath catches.

Before you can react, she suddenly grabs your wrist again, flipping you onto your stomach in a blur of movement. You barely have time to register what’s happening before she’s pinning you down again, this time with her knee pressing into the small of your back.

"Tsk tsk. Got distracted, huh?" Her voice is pure teasing, but there’s something darker underneath, something taunting and thrilling all at once.

You swallow hard, cheeks burning. She’s enjoying this way too much.

"Not fair," you mutter.

"Life ain’t fair, cupcake," she muses, her fingers trailing lightly, almost too gently, down your arm before she finally lets you go.

You flip onto your back, chest heaving, trying to glare at her but failing miserably.

Vi just grins, offering you a hand. "Wanna go again?"

You grab her wrist, but this time, you pull her down with you.

And when her breath hitches, you finally smirk back.

"Thought you’d never ask."

Vi’s eyes widen for a brief second as you pull her down on top of you. It’s as though the world freezes for a heartbeat, and for just a moment, it’s no longer about the fight or the training. It’s about her, her lips hovering just inches from yours, her breath mingling with yours, her heart beating loud in her chest.

You can feel the heat of her body pressing against yours, her muscles tensing as she braces herself, but her gaze never leaves yours. There's an electricity in the air, a challenge, a spark.

For a second, neither of you moves. The quiet hum of the city outside fades into the background, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint thrum of her pulse.

"You’re not gonna get me like that, cupcake," Vi finally growls, her voice a low purr as she presses down a little more, her knee dangerously close to your hip. She's playing with you.

You feel your pulse quicken, your stomach tightening with anticipation, but you don’t back down. Instead, you arch your back slightly, brushing your chest against hers. Her eyes flicker to your lips for a split second, then back to your eyes.

"Is that so?" you murmur, your voice just above a whisper, the challenge lingering between you. You slide one hand to her waist, your fingers lightly brushing her skin. The touch sends a shiver up your spine, and you can feel her tense under your palm.

Without warning, you use the leverage to twist her beneath you, now straddling her in a single fluid motion. You’ve got her pinned, and this time, you don’t intend to let her slip away so easily.

Vi's eyes widen with genuine surprise for the first time tonight, her lips parting as she looks up at you. She’s not smiling, not yet. Instead, her breath catches, and she shifts beneath you, her hands resting on your hips. The tension between you is palpable, the heat from her body almost suffocating.

"I guess you can learn," she says, her voice quieter, less teasing, more... soft. Her gaze drops to your lips again, and for a split second, you think she’s going to kiss you. But then, she smirks and tilts her head.

"But now you've really done it, cupcake. You’ve pissed me off."

You arch an eyebrow, your heart racing in your chest. “Oh? I’m not scared.”

Vi grins, a wicked glint in her eyes. Before you can even react, her hands shoot up, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down toward her. Her lips crash against yours in a fiery kiss, hungry, passionate, and full of the same wild energy that defines her. The world around you fades, and all that matters is her, the way her lips move against yours, the way her body presses against yours, her hands tangled in your hair.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, your bodies caught in the heat of the kiss, tangled together in a mix of adrenaline and desire.

When she finally pulls away, just enough to breathe, her lips curve into that mischievous grin you know all too well. She’s still got that spark in her eyes, but now it’s different. There’s something deeper there, something that says you’re not just a sparring partner anymore.

"Well, now this training session is really starting to get interesting," Vi murmurs, her voice thick with something raw and hungry.

You swallow, your heart racing in your chest. "I think I’m ready for the next round," you reply, voice a little more breathless than you meant.

"Good," she growls, flipping you over again, this time with far more intention. She’s on top now, and you can feel the wild energy radiating off her. This is no longer just a fight, it’s something else entirely. Something dangerous, thrilling, and very, very exciting.

And you’re more than ready for it.

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝑊𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝑂𝑃𝐸

↳ mattheo riddle x fem!reader (angst, slight fluff)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1,5k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you’re forced to work with your ex boyfriend on a potions project. (“you don’t hate me ?/could never hate you”)

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if there was one thing every wizard knew about the world’s infamous mattheo riddle, it was that the brown haired boy was a professional at holding grudges. ever since the two of you had broken up against your will a couple of months ago, leaving your soul hollow and your heart shattered, he had been avoiding you like the plague. as if you hadn’t once been his other half, a fragment of his soul, your relationship was buried deep, replaced by an usual facade of sarcasm and bitterness.

breaking mattheo’s walls down had taken time and patience from you, the result of years of slowly trying to earn his trust and make your way into his heart. however when you two called it off, his demeanour completely changed. in the blink of an eye he’d become closed off and distant again, nonchalantly deciding to ignore the way the two of you could’ve had it all if he hadn’t thrown it all away.

“get over it, it’s been months already” the voice in your head echoed when you found yourself analysing the situation for the hundredth time instead of focusing in class. without noticing, your attention had completely shifted from professors snape’s monotonous potions lesson to the one and only boy that occupied your mind, and it seemed, your heart too. straightening your posture and leaning back in your chair, you brought your focus back to what your teacher was saying.

being about to raise your hand to tell the professor that he’d forgotten to pair you up for the upcoming potions project, you were interrupted by a loud sound coming from behind you. there was a boy, entering the classroom in the middle of the lesson without a care in the world. no other mattheo riddle, the one and only brunette who perpetually clouded your thoughts.

“glorious entrance as always, mr riddle. you sure know how to stand out” bitterly declared the teacher, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. you restrained yourself from turning around, the sudden shift in the atmosphere sending tingles down your spine. over the past few months, it had become a habit everytime the familiar brunette boy entered the room. “i was just about to pair up the last student for the upcoming project” pursed snape while mattheo casually sat down in the back of the class.

and there it was. the realisation. “given your delay, you won’t have a choice. you will have to work with mrs delarose.” your shoulders tensed at the sound of your last name. of course he had to pair you, the perfect and smart student, with your troublemaker ex boyfriend. “so much for getting over it” you thought, anxiously biting your bottom lip and thinking about the consequences of snape’s decision. the rest of the classroom had already moved on and began writing down some notes, leaving only you and mattheo reeling at the though of having to face eachother again.

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hours passed slowly until the sun finally set on hogwarts. the walls of the castle echoed with the sound of students heading to the great hall, but you had a different destination in mind. holding your potions textbook tightly in your arms, you made your way to the astronomy tower, a place that once held beautiful memories, but now only reminded you of what you had lost.

you hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, your heart hammering in your chest. you knew mattheo would be up there, waiting, and the thought made your breath catch. but there was no escaping this and snape had made sure of that. when you finally reached the platform, you found mattheo already there, leaning against the stone wall. he didn’t turn around, but you knew he was aware of your presence. the silence between you was thick and almost suffocating.

“we should get started,” you finally said, breaking the tension that hung in the air. your voice was steadier than you felt, not giving away how nervous you were feeling about finally talking to him again. “yeah,” mattheo replied, his tone void of emotion. he turned to face you, his eyes dark and unreadable. “let’s just get this over with.”

you nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. without even properly greeting eachother, the two of you sat down and got to work in silence, the only sounds coming from the soft bubbling of the potion. despite the close proximity, it felt like there was a barrier of unsaid thoughts between you. as the potion simmered in the cauldron, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. his face once so familiar, seemed distant and unapproachable. you wondered if he ever thought about what you had or if he had truly managed to bury it all under his layers of indifference.

“why did it have to end like this?” the question slipped out before you registered it, your voice barely above a whisper. you weren’t sure if you wanted him to answer, or to brush it off like he usually did. mattheo froze, his hand hovering over the cauldron. for a moment, you thought he might not respond and that he would continue to pretend you didn’t exist. but then he sighed softly and spoke up.

“because i thought it was for the best,” he said quietly, not meeting your gaze. “but i was wrong.” your heart skipped a beat at his admission, causing it to beat a little faster. “then why are you still pushing me away?” you asked, “why are we still doing this?” mattheo finally looked up from the cauldron, his eyes betraying the emotions he’d tried so hard to hide. “because it’s easier to be angry than to feel the pain,” he confessed. “i thought that if i hated you, it would make it easier to forget. but i can’t.”

the raw honesty in his words ignited something inside you, and before you knew it, you spoke up again. “you don’t hate me ?” mattheo stared at you, his expression torn between surprise and guilt. for a long moment, he didn’t move, as if he was replaying your words in his head. “i never hated you. never have, never will” he confessed in a whisper.

the words hung in the air between you and you felt a tightness in your chest ease just a little, like a weight lifting. "then why did we have to go through all of this?" you asked, your voice soft, not accusing but genuinely curious. "why did we let it get this far?"

mattheo closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. when he opened them again, he looked at you with regret. "because i was scared," he admitted, "scared of how much you meant to me. of how much losing you would hurt. scared of bringing you into my dark life, or making you my father’s target.” he confessed, taking deep breaths. “so, i thought if i distanced myself and if i pushed you away, it would make it easier. but it didn’t. it just made everything worse."

“i didn’t want that. i never would’ve pushed you away because of who you are.” you declared, mattheo’s eyes searching yours as if trying to see if you were genuine. then, he muttered. "i don’t want to keep hurting you," he said, his voice low and rough with emotions. "and i didn’t want to break up with you, i just thought… i thought you deserved better and i was being selfish”

you felt a spark of hope, something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and chuckled. "you were selfish for stealing my chocolate bars and for wanting me to give you scalp massages all the time. most of all, you were selfish for breaking up with me" you said simply, offering him a small, tentative smile. "but never for thinking you didn’t deserve my love."

he let out a small smile at your familiar banter and for a moment, neither of you moved. the reality of what you were saying seemed was too fragile to touch. and could at any moment. but then mattheo reached out, his hand hesitating for just a second before gently taking yours. the touch was warm, grounding, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a sense of peace.

"really ?" he said, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. you nodded, squeezing his hand lightly as he looked at you to make sure you meant it. "really." you echoed, the silence of the night wrapping itself comfortably around the two of you.

you realized that while the past couldn’t be erased, the future was still yours to make. maybe the universe (and mattheo) would try to keep you away, but you’ll always end up coming back to eachother no matter what. that was just the simple truth, mattheo riddle was your person, and you were his.

“i’m still expecting chocolate bars and scalp massages, though…”

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shaquilles-0atmeal

7 months ago

Shout out Jess Mariano’s mouth being crooked in most of his expressions.

Shout out to the way it affects how he talks and makes him sound slightly muffled/like he’s talking through gritted teeth all the time.

Shout out to his smile being adorable.

Shoutout to the way it’s kind of obnoxious when he’s younger and he sounds like an angsty punk all the time but then when he’s older like in season 6 it kinda just makes him sound softer in a way I find oddly comforting.

Shout out Jess Mariano hehehe

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shaquilles-0atmeal

1 year ago