Merry Christmas Let's Fuck Vriska

	It’s cold and calm and quiet in your house, save the soft cackling of burning wood coming from the fireplace and the low hum of cheesy Christmas music from over the radio. You’re finishing off a mug of hot chocolate and getting ready for bed after having finished placing the remaining Christmas gifts under your meager tree.

	Padded footsteps catch your attention and your drowsily look towards the doorway only to perk up quickly. From the faded, light blue socks covering her feet your eyes trail up thin, grey legs. Brushing across the tops of her thighs is the bright green hem of a large sweater. Her frame is so thin, it hangs off of her shoulder, and if she were wearing a bra you’d likely have gotten a glimpse of the strap. But she wasn’t, of course, Vriska often went without a bra. The sweater itself is so hilariously tacky you can’t help but smile, swallowing back laughter as you drink from your cup. She’s even still wearing the dumb Santa hat from this evening’s festivities, placed delicately between her curved horns. You’re almost surprised she didn’t hang shitty bells from them. When you’d originally explained Christmas to her you didn’t think she’d get so enthusiastic about it. Did she go all out for that weird troll equivalent too? Honestly though, not even antlers would have distracted him from the absolute disaster that she called her Christmas sweater. Bells, reindeer, teddy bears, Christmas trees, snowflakes, and rocking horses layered awkwardly one atop the other, with various ‘Christmas colors’ as the background for each.

	“Nice get up,” She rolls her eyes, jutting out her hip in a mockingly sexy pose but the joke’s on her because with her legs spread and her hips slanted you can just barely make out the crotch of her cerulean panties. The troll blows across the top of a steamy mug, not even bothering to look at you as she takes a drink.

	“Isn’t it a little l8? Your human present giver won’t arrive if you stay up.” You feign worry,

	“Oh no, whatever will I do?’ She laughs, walking towards you and placing her mug on the coffee table alongside your empty one.

	“I thought you were a good 8oy.” You snort at the insinuation, waiting for the lanky girl to turn around before wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her body flush against yours. She doesn’t try to pull away, letting your taller figure envelop her. With your free hand, you push her Santa hat off, letting it fall to the floor. She huffs indignantly, looking up at you with the intention of complaining. You catch her off guard, however, and bend your head down to press your lips against hers. Her eyes flutter close and she relaxes into the kiss, allowing you to deepen it.

	With your lips still pressed together, you grip her thin waist tighter using your other hand to cup her face. Your thumb brushes her cheek tenderly and she squirms under your touch. Your bodies are so close together, your already hard cock presses against her hip. Vriska pulls back from your kiss and you catch sight of fangs peeking past dark blue lips.

	“I know I’m hot and all 8ut try to control yourself,” She winks and you start to snort with laughter before the feeling of her warm hand slipping down the front of your pants turns it into a groan. She palms your cock, relishing in the sounds that come out of you. She gives your dick a quick squeeze before pulling her hand out of your pants. You take this chance to plop down on the loveseat, unbuttoning your pants and shifting your cock so it slips out of the fly of your underwear. You pause, however, when you catch Vriska starting to lift her sweater over her head.

	“Hey, wait!” She stops, looking at you questioningly. You nervously explain you want her to keep the sweater on and she looks absolutely incredulous.

	“What the hell???????? Why would you want me to wear this ugly thing while we fuck?” You shrug your shoulders, not entirely sure yourself. It’s gaudy as hell and downright hideous but you aren’t one to argue with what your dick likes. Her arms lower and once again her panties are covered by the hem of her sweater. She crosses the small bit of space between the two of you, standing before you with her hands on her hips as if waiting for you to make the first move. You push your knees in between her legs, forcing her to keep them spread wide, and she complies without fuss.

	Reaching forward, you rest your hands against the sides of her grey thighs before slowly trailing your fingers up. You hesitate where her underwear stretches over her hips and hook your fingers into the waistband, carefully pulling them down. She steps out of them and uses her sock covered foot to kick it over towards her hat. Eagerly, you return to her warm flesh, touching lighter this time when you reach her hips, listening to the way her breathing hitches when your ghost over her skin. The light of the fire plays across her body and you take your time appreciating the way the shadows cast over her figure make her look. Slowly you drag your fingertips across every bit of skin under her sweater, grazing her nipples and resting at her chest to feel her heart beat.

	Letting your hands crawl back down past her waist, you grab her by her small backside and pull her body close to your face. You press yourself against the space where her thighs meet, taking a deep breathe of her scent. While your hands grope her petite backside, you kiss up her body; Vriska squirms above you, whining faintly. You let go of one cheek and bring that hand around, using two fingers to rub against her damp pussy. She shudders and you chuckle,

	“Still so sensitive, hmm?”

	“8ite me,” The effect is lost when you slip a finger insider her and she gasps partway through her sentence. Slowly you pump your finger in and out of her, feeling her body stiffen when you add another finger, then relax when you speed up. Your thrusts get sloppier the wetter she becomes, your fingers dyed dark blue from her juices. She raises one of her hands and drops it on the back of your head, lacing her thin fingers through your hair and gripping it tight. Another finger and now her thighs are starting to quiver, her back arching.

	“Quit teasing you jerk!!!!!!!!” Her voice comes out breathy but you oblige. Sliding your sticky fingers out, you pull her down towards your lap, Vriska reaching between your legs to hold your cock steady. With her thighs spread over either side of you and her knees digging into the couch cushion, she inhales before descending, sliding down your cock with relative ease. You grunt as she takes your entire length, hearing her whisper ‘fuck’ under her breathe before she settles comfortably into your lap. She lets her hands rest on your shoulders and looks at you with a grin.

	“Are you reeeeeeeeady?” Her voice comes out a low purr, her eyes half-lidded as they stare into your own. You nod and her nails dig into your shoulders as she starts to rock. Running your hands up her ugly sweater, you cup her small breasts, squeezing them in the palms of your hands. Your thumbs brush across her hard nipples teasingly before you start to roughly pinch them between your fingers. Vriska moans softly, her breathing quickening. As you tease her moan she starts rocking faster, hips rolling as she rides you. She’s only at it for a few minutes before your hands reach for her waist and you hold her steady. Bringing your mouth close to her ear, you whisper that if she goes too fast you’ll cum. She snickers, giving you a look.

	“Still such a quick shot?” Her voice is light and teasing and she punctuates her question with a kiss on your cheek. You flush, embarrassed, and begin to sputter a response but she hushes you with her lips against yours. She pulls back, just enough to speak again.

	“It’s alright for noooooooow, I guess.” Slowing down her rocking, she allows you to set the pace and you graciously use your hands to bounce her on your dick. Her hands slide from your shoulders down between her legs and she starts to lazily toy with her clit. Your cock continues to slide in and out of Her head dips down, her lips pressing into your shoulder, more than likely smearing her vivid blue lipstick all over it. The thought makes you even more excited and you bounce her faster. She responds by throwing her head back and you take the opportunity to lean forward and press your own lips against her neck, digging your teeth into the sensitive flesh and biting down until you feel her hips jerk. She clenches tightly around your cock, moaning low and deep.

	“8h g8d!!!!!!!!” Her fingers work even faster, circling around her clit furiously as you bite into her. Her moaning grows steadily louder, punctuated with whines and swears, and despite your hands holding onto her she manages to rock and buck, her body gyrating atop you. Her breathing hitches and your name passes her lips several times in rapid succession as she orgasms. Cerulean blue genetic material coats your dick while her clenching and bucking bring you over the edge shortly after you’re your nails dig into Vriska’s skin as you cum, your cock buried as far into her as possible, grunting and panting into her ear as you do so. She slumps against your body and the two of you rest, panting and sweaty, hearts still racing. Your fingers idly trace patterns against her back and she mumbles into your chest about what a great 12th Perigee’s Eve this was.

	After a few more minutes, she peels herself away from you, standing up and grimacing at the sticky mess dripping down her thighs. You sheepishly laugh, apologizing though not really meaning it and get up from the couch yourself. After stretching, you gather both mugs from the ground, gesturing towards the few discarded articles of clothing piled together. She sticks out her tongue but scoops up her panties and hat, following behind you as you head into the kitchen.

	“Well?”

	“Well what?”

	“Aren’t you gonna tell me how gr8 I was?”

	You can’t help but roll your eyes, even after all that she’s exactly the same. Instead of answering you merely grab her by the arm and forcibly convince her to come to bed with you.