vi spitting on cait in s2 ep6 from cait's pov... (horny, 18+)
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Caitlyn presents as all business: perfect hair, ironed shirts, laced boots. It's become all the more important that she does lately. It's integral to look the part one plays, especially in a position such as Caitlyn's.
Vi looks her part as well - a hardened member of the undercity, the exact type of person everyone in Piltover felt threatened by. Caitlyn hadn't truly realized how coifed she'd gotten until she pinned Vi under her arm. The contrast of her sleeve and Vi's bandaged chest almost makes her pause.
"You look like an angry oil slick," Cait had chastised Vi, then proceeded to ogle over her. She much preferred Vi's natural hair, but this new shade - for whatever reason - made Cait think of their kiss. The way Vi had pressed against her, and how her calloused hands slipped up Cait's coat to touch the bare skin of her waist. If Vi had wanted to, Caitlyn would have taken her right there, disgusting Zaun piping system be damned.
If Vi made a move now, Caitlyn would do the same here. Which is dangerous, because she's on a mission, she has been for months now, and Vi is a distraction and an oversight and -
And she's calling Cait cupcake, just like she used to. She's angry at Caitlyn, but the softness of her tone tells Cait she's hurt and misses her. The heaviness between them is palpable, and Cait feels it in the eagerness of Vi's gaze, the quiet hitches of her breath.
When they've come up with a plan, Cait binds Vi's hands together, and is shocked to find the insides of her wrists are soft. Cait doesn't understand it, and she falters, her thumbs tracing Vi's lifeline. She wonders what the rest of Vi is like, and starts to feel sick. The image of Maddy flashes behind Caitlyn's eyes. She exhales harshly.
"You alright?" Vi's voice cuts through Cait's anxieties. She meets Vi's gaze, and for a moment, her sobs echo through Cait's ears. "You know, of all the things you could feel guilty for right now, tying me up when I agreed to it is probably pretty low on the list." Cait allows herself a short laugh.
"I'm fine. Thank you," she says sincerely as she ties off the knot. She tugs a burlap sack over Vi's head, her gaze fixed on the other girl's lips until her entire face is covered. Only then does Cait breathe a sigh of almost relief.
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It feels like everything comes to a head when Vi spits on Cait.
Caitlyn is shocked. She admires Vi's dedication, Ambessa is clearly convinced the two hate each other. And that's good, it means she doesn't recognize Cait's body reacting. To Ambessa, she simply tenses, but Cait feels like it's obvious she clenched.
Her eyes flicker down to meet Vi's as she wipes the saliva off her cheek. Cait wants to lick it, or make Vi. It's vile, but the thought makes Cait slick. By the time she's running out the tent, Cait is telling herself to keep it fucking together. Now is not the time.
Personally (and as a bisexual woman), I believe both Cait and Vi are lesbian. I don't know how much that presents itself in my few fics for them, but when I write for them I'm implicitly - and perhaps someday explicitly - writing them as such.
If you disagree that's totally fine! I don't think anything has been canonized yet so the media is all open to our own interpretations.
A breakup is like the girls’ separation that we see them go through in s1, but it’s worse. Because the thing between them isn’t unspoken now - there’s no denying the pain of it all, the intense longing both Cait and Vi feel.
Cait tells herself Vi is being stubborn: she’s the one who broke it off, spouting an obvious lie about how she needs to focus on getting Powder back, on figuring out how to help everyone she knows in Zaun. Vi had said it like she was the one who cared about being part of a cause, not Cait.
Cait knows Vi is headstrong, and won’t be the one to try to win Cait back. Maybe Vi convinced herself of what she told Cait because she felt like she was distracted, or she was embarrassed by constantly being in the presence of snobbish Piltover citizens. Vi’s pride can be annoying, but she’ll get over herself eventually. Once she does, Cait’s anger at the other girl will have passed, and then they can get through this. Just like they have before, sort of.
Cait has to tell herself this, because the alternative is too much.
The alternative, of course, is that Vi realized how deep in with Cait she had not only allowed herself to become, but done so enthusiastically. If one day she woke up and got psyched out by her feelings, there is nothing Cait can do. She can’t wait out Vi’s fear like she can Vi’s… ego.
Cait can only lie to herself so much. After a month, she elects to simply stop thinking of Vi. She scribbles out hastily written notes, listens to her parents more. She also makes herself finish again and again each night, even when it’s clear her body doesn’t care to. Cait ignores the sweat on her brow, the rawness of her entrance as she pushes her fingers further in and presses even harder on her clit.
Cait was hardly a virgin when she met Vi, but the orgasms Vi had given her were unlike anything Cait had ever felt. And Cait is as loving as she is lovely, and she wanted to share everything with Vi, especially in the heat of the moment, and so she had told her that, and Vi had smirked and let her chest puff up with pride as she smirked and said okay cupcake, let’s see how many more you’ve got in you -
So Cait makes herself cum faster and more times than Vi ever had. It’s never as hard, but Cait doesn’t mind. Or she tries not to, at least.
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Vi tries to numb herself after she does it, and finds it works way too well.
She felt dirty after the fight with Cait. Guilty, like she had something wrong and was going to get in trouble. And that just pissed Vi off, because there’s no one around to scold her. She doesn’t have parents like Cait does, no one close enough to chastise or talk some sense into her. That’s probably why Vi was able to go through with what she did to Cait.
It makes Vi so, so upset that she always feels like she’s doing everything wrong. It’s such a fucking burden to carry around, and Vi doesn’t even know why she has it.
She wants it to disappear, that and the gaping feeling in her chest left behind by Cait, so she spends her time training. Vi punches the bags until her knuckles bleed through the wraps, and then she keeps going. She thinks it’ll make her tougher, strengthen her skin and condition her body into being more tolerant of the pain. That’s not what happens. Each day, without fail, Vi reaches a block, and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t hit as hard as she does in a real fight.
Vi realizes the stakes must not be high enough, and she laughs bitterly. Aren’t the stakes always too high? Isn’t that why she left Caitlyn, alone in her bed wearing nothing but the set Vi had told her she liked? Isn’t that why Vi is so intent on reminding Jinx that she’s actually Powder?
Her hands are so bruised she can’t feel or move them properly. Vi becomes sluggish. Lazy.
After that, Vi tries a few times to go home with women she meets at bars. They all have dark hair, know their way around a weapon. But that numbness Vi thought she wanted so much has fully seeped in, and she can’t feel anything. It doesn’t bother Vi that she doesn’t get wet - it’s better not to, in fact, because the point of this is to remind herself that she has power, and can make someone shake underneath her. But everything is off. Vi can’t bring herself to pay enough attention to all these bodies, so she can’t tell what they like or when they’re close. Each night ends with Vi and the other girl unsatisfied and awkward.
Once or twice, Vi snakes her hand down her own pants. But nothing compares to the sheer intimacy she experienced with Cait, and Vi doesn’t think she deserves to feel that way after how she hurt Cait. Besides, she wants to prove to someone - even if it’s just herself - that she doesn’t need to feel good. Feeling good is a luxury. And luxuries aren’t for Vi. They’re for people like Cait.
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It takes awhile for them to trust each other when they get back together. It isn’t pretty, it’s messy and imperfect and they fight more often than not. They’re apart five months, not long in the scheme of things, but it feels like they have to re learn everything.
But they make it. Cait is somehow even more patient, and Vi makes it a mission of hers to be understanding. When Vi shows up in Piltover, Cait makes her swear that she will never leave her again, not a third time, because Cait doesn’t know what will happen to either of them if Vi walks away.
And when Vi nods, Cait does something that she hasn’t does in five months.
She smiles. Exhausted and relieved, Cait thinks she might be happy. And then, she takes Vi’s hands. They’re more bruised than Cait remembers, but she couldn’t care less.
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at one with the silence // found peace in your violence
Vi likes to touch. Being touched is harder.
She loves Cait so much. But with Vi, to love has always been to lose.
18+ only, mdni. CaitVi.
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Vi doesn’t know what’s happening the first time.
She’s not sure what it is that’s different - Cait has done this for her before. But they’re still new, the two of them, they’re still figuring this whole caring a lot about each other thing out, and the sex has been what Vi has known and been comfortable. She gets Cait off, then does it again while touching herself. Or Vi will finish on Cait’s tongue, but then she’s immediately switching their positions so that it’s almost forgotten.
Now it’s different. Vi is shaking under Cait - her thighs are quivering, her mouth is open and panting. Cait is smiling, looking at Vi with a sense of awe. She’s working her, long and elegant fingers buried in Vi’s cunt while her thumb is relentlessly pressing against Vi’s clit. Vi literally cannot see, all of her senses have been directed to her core, it’s all she knows, all she can focus on. It’s overbearing. Sounds are getting trapped in the back of Vi’s throat, her hips bucking as Cait tries to sooth her.
“Shh, shh, Violet, I’ve got you.” Cait murmurs. She looks at Vi, and seeing her tense brow, Cait quickly leans down to press a kiss to Vi’s clit, and it takes every single fucking ounce of self control for Vi not to cry out. “I know you’re close, I can feel it. Let go.” Cait curls her fingers, and it’s so good that Vi falls apart right there. She stifles a sob, screwing her eyes shut and arching her back as her orgasm rips through her. She feels it everywhere. Vi’s scalp tingles, her toes curl, and her nipples somehow feel like they harden even more. She’s biting her tongue so hard she tastes blood, but all she can think of is how good it is, how Cait has this power over her, how Cait is watching her with doe eyes from between Vi’s legs -
Vi covers her face after, hands splayed over her features. She can feel the scars on her lips on her calloused palm, the cool air hitting her wrecked pussy, and Cait’s weight settling next to her. It’s too much. Vi can’t face it.
The lights are off, and it’s dark outside. Vi wonders if she can feign falling asleep so fast, if it will be easier to face Cait in the morning. She decides that’s what she’ll do, and Cait is gracious, wordlessly pressing a kiss to Vi’s shoulder and laying so that there is more than enough space between them. Vi catches her breath, finds her underwear and slips it on, and then she lays on her stomach with her face pressed into the pillow. Her eyes are heavy.
She feels uneasy, but full. It scares her. Vi could get used to this.
//
Vi is intimidating. It’s not like she doesn’t know, and it’s definitely not like she doesn’t try. She’s tough, and she’s mean. She’s strong too, anyone can tell when looking at her. Vi likes that.
It’s easy to forget Cait is strong as well. Her muscles are longer, more relaxed, but they are far from being just for show. Vi is being reminded of that, painstakingly so, as Cait presses Vi’s hips down so she can press her tongue deeper inside of her.
Vi is high off it, her top half being splayed over the table as Cait is on her knees and taking her fill. Their meal is abandoned, they’ve found something better, something more substantial, and Vi is feeling the same way she did a few weeks ago, like there’s nothing else except her pleasure and Cait doing her best to give it to Vi. Vi’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head, her nails digging into the wood of the edge of the table she grips it. All Vi wants is to bury her fingers in Cait’s soft hair, pull her closer and take her deeper, but she can’t. Cait is so far in - her tongue massaging Vi’s walls, her nose bumping Vi’s clit, but it’s not just that. Cait has burrowed herself in Vi’s head, made herself heavy in Vi’s chest. Vi carries Cait everywhere she goes, even when she doesn’t want to. It’s so much, Vi has never felt this way. She thinks about how open Cait is with her, how she’ll moan when Vi bites into her or smile when they’re out in public. Vi’s confused, she doesn’t know how she got to this place, when she gave Cait this pull on her.
And Cait knows. She’s smiling and humming against Vi’s sex, teasing her, letting the effect she has on Vi go to her head. It makes Vi sick, because she likes it. She likes this so much.
“Violet,” Cait pulls away, and Vi bites down on her palm to keep from sobbing at her name on Cait’s lips and the sudden emptiness. “Darling, you can have this. You can.”
You don't get it, Vi thinks. I can let myself have it, but I don’t know how to let you give it to me.
Cait draws it out of her, the earth-shattering and devastating finish. Vi rides Cait’s face through it, soaking her and panting and writhing on the table. Vi feels like she’s imploding, her stomach is tight and her pussy is desperate and Cait is keeping her hips pressed firmly on the edge of the table, Vi is going to bruise, and it’s such a better mark than the ones she’s used to having -
This is the last time, Vi thinks to herself, boneless as Cait stands and gathers Vi into her arms.
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Sex used to be safe for Vi. It was one of the only things that didn’t need to be laced with meaning. In prison, a quick fuck was nothing more than exactly that: a way to get rid of an itch. Pressing one of the other girls against the wall of Vi’s cell as the guard she’d bribed turned the other way was as much a chore as showering or brushing her teeth was.
It was a way to find some power, too. If anyone in prison made Vi cum, it was because she used them, and then returned the favor by fucking them so hard they couldn’t walk. Vi liked doing that, being in charge. Being in control. And some small part of her liked giving out that pleasure, too. Making other women feel nice. Vi was just never allowed to admit it.
Taking what Caitlyn is so eager to provide is admitting that she has power over Vi. It's a concession that Vi wants her, that she has a weakness.
Worse, it means Caitlyn matters. She matters so much to Vi, it hurts. And yet, Vi likes it. She doesn’t understand.
She grows a bit distant for a few days, unable to get the orgasms Cait has given her recently out of her head. She clenches her thighs together when Caitlyn’s shirt rides up from reaching for something, and Vi has to take care of herself in the shower because she won’t let Caitlyn touch her. Caitlyn notices - because she’s beautiful and perfect and so so smart, but she’s also the absolute best for Vi, so she doesn’t comment.
Vi still wants to touch her. Of course she does. She just can’t handle being touched back, so late one night, Vi holds Cait’s back against her chest, her hands roaming, teasing, just like they did the first time the two of them go together months ago.
Vi’s hands are roaming over Cait’s body, she can feel the hard bone of Cait’s ribs under the stupid, prissy little chemise she’s wearing, and that means Vi can also feel as Cait’s breath speeds up as she gets excited -
It’s too real. Caitlyn’s little gasps, the wet spot growing on Vi’s underwear. Vi drops her hands, backing away and shaking her head. Cait turns around, looks at Vi confused, but not at all surprised, and it almost makes Vi seethe.
“I’m tired, cupcake.” She says. And the thing is, with Vi, that’s not even a lie.
//
Vi can’t keep away from Cait, and god, she does not fucking want to, so it happens again. She’s been out with Caitlyn all day, watching her smile at gross kids in the undercity, seeing how her lip looks pulled between her teeth when she’s focusing on reading a label from a street vendor. Vi’s kept her arm slung low over Caitlyn’s hip, protectively, and Cait’s been leaning into it. Happy.
Cait is excited for this to be happening again, even if nothing really outwardly changed. But Vi’s funk from a week or so ago seems to be forgotten, so the two pounce on each other as soon as they get back to their shared hideaway.
The second Cait kisses Vi, she knows there’s no going back. When Cait starts to make her fall apart, Vi stops her.
It pains her to do so - mentally, physically, but mostly because she sees the horror and heartbreak on Cait’s face. It’s just that Vi can’t handle it. Caitlyn has her pressed against the wall, hand down her pants and fingers fit so well inside her. It feels like Cait has hollowed Vi, made a hole that only she can fill. Right now, they’re both in too deep, just in very, very different ways.
“You’re so lovely, Violet,” Caitlyn is whispering in Vi’s ear.
“Stop calling me that,” Vi’s words don’t match her actions. Vi’s hand is on the meat of Cait’s shoulder, stroking the nape of her neck. “It’s too… it’s too good.”
“But you deserve good,” Caitlyn’s fingers slow, their purpose now to comfort instead of coax. “You do.” Caitlyn kisses Vi’s jaw, and Vi cranes her neck so that Cait will kiss her there, too. “Is this good, too?” Caitlyn asks, sucking a mark onto Vi’s skin. She soothes the ache with a quick lick. “Or this?” Caitlyn takes one of Vi’s bruised hands, presses it on one of her breasts. Caitlyn’s shirt is thin enough that Vi can catch her nipple through it. Cait curls her fingers, slowly, gently, a sickly sweet gesture that somehow hurts more than any fight Vi has ever been in.
“Cupcake, please…” Vi doesn’t finish her begging, because she doesn’t know what it is she’s begging Caitlyn for. Caitlyn fingers Vi slowly, kindly, whispering in her ear about how this is for her, Vi is so strong and she deserves this, she deserves good and happiness and -
When Caitlyn says love, Vi’s orgasm washes over her. It’s slow and warm, tingling in Vi’s lower belly. Love. That’s what she and Caitlyn have, Vi knows it, and it’s so -
“Stop.” Vi shoves Cait. She shoves her, pushing Cait away. It’s not hard, Vi is literally in the middle of finishing when she does it. She leans on the wall for support, panting, her shaking hands trying to button her pants. Vi blinks rapidly, trying to focus, trying to do anything useful. Her head snaps up. Caitlyn is standing a few feet away, watching. She looks defenseless - actually, she just doesn’t look like she always does. On high alert. Cait is relaxed, her hands hanging at her sides. Her fingers glint with Vi’s slick in the light. Vi screws her eyes shut. Cait doesn’t move towards her.
“You’re crying, Violet.”
“I’m not,” but then Vi realizes she is, that’s why her vision is blurry. Vi watches Cait, looks at her soft eyes, the gap between her teeth. She’s so open and willing, and Vi just isn’t.
Vi feels like she’s going to vomit. She’s so satisfied, so full of Caitlyn lately that there isn’t room for anything else. She’s feeling so much right now, and her body needs to make space.
“Vi,” Cait breathes. “Tell me what you need, darling, I can’t -”
“I’m trying.” Vi interrupts, her voice mean and shaking. “Don’t you see?” Caitlyn blinks.
“Of course I do, Vi, I -” Vi shakes her head, running her hand through her hair. She pushes past Caitlyn, up the stairs and into the bathroom. She doesn’t know what to do once she gets there. Vi just stands, looking at her reflection.
//
Vi meets Caitlyn in bed hours later. She doesn’t even know what time it is - way too late, or maybe too early at this point. It’s pitch black outside. Vi’s eyes have always been able to adjust to the dark quickly though, and she makes out Caitlyn’s form on her side of the bed. Vi swallows, then strips down to her underwear and crawls under the covers. Cait doesn’t say anything, but Vi knows she’s awake.
“Hey, cupcake.” There’s a rasp to Vi’s voice. “Caitlyn,” Vi says softly. “I.. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Cait’s voice is muffled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
“You didn’t.” Vi says firmly. “Not… not in any ways I didn’t want to be.” Caitlyn is quiet.
“What do you want from me, Vi?” She asks after a moment. “What do you want for us?”
Us. Vi bites the inside of her cheek.
“You’re so much,” She murmurs. Caitlyn doesn’t turn to face her. Vi reaches forward, drawing shapes into Caitlyn’s back. Caitlyn always wakes Vi up by tracing the tattoos on her neck, so it seems right to return the favor. Caitlyn tenses.
Vi realizes her mistake. She knows Cait has grown up being too much: too much to handle, too eager, too spoiled. She swallows.
“To me,” Vi corrects herself. “You’re so much to me. I don’t - I don’t know how to handle it.” Vi wraps an arm around Caitlyn’s waist, hugging her tight. She hears Caitlyn sigh, then twist to face her. “You scare me, cupcake.”
“I scare you?” Cait scoffs, her fingers traveling over the muscle of Vi’s bicep. Vi lets out a breath, almost a laugh.
“You just… make me feel good. Really good. And I,” Cait cups Vi’s cheek, and Vi places her hand over the other girl’s. “I just can’t shake the feeling that we’ve got a time limit. That being around me is going to hurt you. I’ve never… I’ve never cared so much about someone, Caitlyn. And the way you make me feel is unlike anything else. The amount of power you have over me,” Vi pauses. Caitlyn stares wide-eyed. “It’s terrifying, Cait. What if you don’t want me someday? What if someone takes you from me?” Vi clutches Cait’s hand. “No one has made me feel the way you make me feel. If I get used to it, and then it all goes away, I don’t… I can’t even…”
“Oh, Violet.” Vi’s name is so familiar on Caitlyn’s lips, and it drives Vi’s point home. She melts into Caitlyn, her face pressed into Caitlyn’s breasts, and Cait scratches Vi’s scalp. Vi screws her eyes shut, lets out a breath. She’s been holding it in for months now. “I’m not going to leave you. Not by choice. I promise. Do you believe me?”
Vi does, actually. She believes everything Caitlyn has ever told her.
“I want to leave you sometimes,” Vi admits. It feels shameful. She grips Cait’s hip, and Vi knows she’s going to leave angry bruises on Caitlyn’s nice skin. “It just… seems easier. That seems easier than losing you.” Caitlyn stills.
“But is that worth not being happy at all?” She asks quietly. Vi shakes her head. I don’t know.
“I like us so much, Caitlyn.” Vi says. “Enough that I don’t know how to lose this. Or how to even prepare for that.”
“You don’t have to let what we have be defined by the possibility that it ends. Tell me, Vi, does that even make sense?” Cait hooks Vi’s chin, tilts it up so they stare at each other. She smiles sadly, brushing hair off of Vi’s forehead. Her thumb runs over the scar on Vi’s upper lip, and Vi’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “You have me, Vi. You just have to decide if you’ll take me or not.”
“Why am I even worth it to you?” Vi asks bitterly. “I’m a burden. I hurt everything I touch.” Vi thinks of her siblings, and flinches. “Everyone.”
“You’re wrong.” Caitlyn says, insistent. Her hold on Vi tightens protectively. “You’re worth anything to me, Vi. Someday, I will figure out how to show you. I promise.” Vi hides her face again.
“Don’t give up on me,” she says. “Okay, cupcake? Even when I want you to. Please.” Vi adds, and she’s finally found what she’s begging Caitlyn for.
Vi feels a kiss on the top of her head, and a small sigh.
You’re no virgin, but you haven’t ever had an orgasm. Sevika is more than willing to help you out.
18+ only, minors dni. Sevika x afab reader. Vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), slight body worship. Dom/sub undertones.
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You’re strangely comfortable with the way Sevika is looking at you. Observing might be a better word - cataloging? She’s watching you intently, seemingly committing every part of you to memory.
You’re lying naked on her bed with your legs spread, so there is a lot for her to remember.
She’s smirking at you in amusement, but her expression isn’t one of pure awe either. She’s teetering the line between degradation and praise with just her gaze, and it’s intoxicating to see. She hears the hitch in your breath when she makes a move to join you on the bed, her fingers trailing up the line of your calf. She dips her head, lips dragging over the inside of your thigh, and your eyes flutter shut.
“Okay princess,” she murmurs, no need to speak loud when it’s just the two of you. “How do you want it?” She leans back on her knees, and your mouth waters at the sight of her. The sharp v of her hips catches your attention, dragging your gaze down further and further. There’s a small dusting of hair below her navel that leads to a patch of dark curls between her thighs. With her knees just barely parted, you can see she’s wet too. You want to pitch forward and taste.
“I don’t even know where to start,” you admit, and Sevika laughs. Her smile makes it to her eyes, which you’ve never seen light up. Pride blooms in your chest.
“Just tell me what you like,” she says, leaning back down to nip the inside of your thigh. You jump at the pain, and she smirks. She trails her kisses higher, closer to where you’re aching, closer to where you should probably ask her to start -
And then she skips it, flattening her tongue just under your navel and licking a stripe up to your sternum. You let out a strangled sound, hands flying up and tangling in her hair. Sevika smirks, cocky against your skin, and lets her lips explore the curve of your breast. You groan when she takes your nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. You can’t help but wrap the hand that isn’t tangled in her hair around her shoulder and silently beg her not to stop. Your mouth drops open in surprise when she sinks her teeth into your skin.
“I don’t know!” You suddenly exclaim. Sevika slows, releasing your breast and leaning back so she can look at you again. Your nipple is swollen and wet. The air hitting it makes you shiver.
“You don’t know what?” She asks, brow hardening. You look away. Sevika doesn’t like that, reaching forward and taking your chin between her thumb. “Answer me.” There’s a slight growl to her words, one that makes it clear you don’t have a choice. In spite of your building humiliation, arousal creeps through your lower body.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“If it’s making you this flustered, I’m probably going to find it hot.” You glare at Sevika, and she raises an eyebrow. “I’m serious.” She says. “Tell me.” You let out a breath, eyes dropping from Sevika’s eyes to her mouth.
“I don’t know what I like.” You admit quietly. Sevika’s brow furrows, confused.
“You mean you’ve never -”
“I have.” You don’t let her finish the question. “I just… no one ever does anything for me. I’ve only ever finished with myself before.” Your face feels like it’s on fire, burning from embarrassment. When you steal a glance at Sevika, her face is hardened, like it is when she’s around anyone but you.
“This is why I don’t fuck with men,” she says under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. Then she warms up again. “We’re going to fix that tonight, babygirl. Does that sound like something you want?”
“Yes,” you say emphatically, and Sevika lets out a puff of air in amusement. “But I don’t… I don’t know. This is why I don’t like telling people.” You huff. “Don't treat me any different and go soft or slow like I’m fragile or something.” You catch her eye. “I can handle you, Sevika.”
Something flashes over Sevika’s face - something ravenous, something that looks like it might not be possible to satisfy. It makes you tense, but it also reminds you that you like a challenge.
“We’ll see about that, princess.” She smirks, laying her metal hand over your stomach and pressing down. You collapse into the sheets, your breaths getting shorter as Sevika applies more pressure. The corners of her mouth turn up at the sounds of your small gasps as you try to breathe normally.
Sevika takes your nipple between her teeth again, and your back instinctively arches. You can’t fully keen though, Sevika’s metal hand keeping you anchored and nearly flat, so you just end up bucking with a tiny oh. Sevika hums, the sound reverberating throughout your chest, and your eyes slide shut. You throw an arm around Sevika’s neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape. Without thinking, you reach up and tug the hair tie out of her hair, shaking her hair out. Without warning, Sevika pulls away, flicking your other nipple with her finger. It sends a jolt through your body, and you yelp.
“Did I say you could do that?” Sevika’s hair has fallen in her face now, and you can’t help but feel proud of yourself. You stare up at her, the urge to tell her how beautiful she is eating away at you. You shove it down.
“I’m not sorry.” You answer. You feel very familiar all the sudden, even though doing this with Sevika is new territory. You think she gets it too, this assertion that you’re still you, that you’re not going to become some wildly different and helpless person just because you’re between her sheets. Sevika crawls toward you, and you shift until your back hits the headboard. Sevika lets out a short laugh, leaning in close. Your eyes flicker to her mouth, then back up. You haven’t kissed yet.
“You said you can handle me, princess.” Sevika raises her hand and brings it down, smacking your sex. Your legs are splayed open, making it easy for her. As soon as she slaps you, as soon as pain and pleasure blooms in your lower stomach, she cups your cunt, soothing the ache. Her thumb finds its way between your folds, and you’re wet enough she does it with ease. She finds your clit, circling it and pressing. You grimace, the touch exactly what you need and where you need it, but intense all the same. Sevika looks triumphant, more proud than you’ve ever seen her. “I’m not sure if you want to make it any harder for yourself.” She cups you harder, and you swear you can feel the tips on her middle and index finger at your entrance. You can’t tell if it’s just in your head or not, though. Sevika angles her head so that her lips brush yours as she talks. It leaves you gasping in her mouth. “I’m only going to tell you this once. We go too far, I do something you don’t like - say stop. We’ll take a break and try again.” Your stomach jumps at again, at the knowledge that Sevika doesn’t want this to be a one time thing. “Got it?” You nod. “Good.” Sevika draws her hand away, but she doesn’t give you time to mourn its loss.
She doesn’t kiss you - she takes your bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling it and leaving you reeling before she drops it. She kisses your jaw and moves down, cooing when you crane your neck to give her more access. She rewards you by sucking on the delicate skin there, leaving a mark you know is going to be visible. You’re horrified when she draws away to look at her work and you whine.
“Thank you.”
Sevika trails her tongue over her lips, clearly holding back a laugh.
“So desperate,” Sevika licks her way down your body, leaving you writhing underneath her. You clench when her mouth reaches your hip, and she places herself between your thighs. “Needy.” She places two fingers on your lower lips, scissoring them so she can look at you. You cringe at the noise, your slickness obvious. Sevika’s lids grow heavy as she looks at you and ducks her head.
Sevika buries her face between your legs, and even though you’re embarrassed, your legs clamp shut around her. She inhales deeply, almost like she’s exaggerating it, and looks up at you.
“You smell good, princess.” Sevika’s voice is deeper than it was a few seconds ago. “I bet you taste even better.” Her fingers trace your lips, dipping between your folds. You mentally remind yourself to keep breathing in and out. “That seems like a good place to start, don’t you think? With my tongue?”
“Y - Yes,” you tell yourself not open your mouth again unless you’re sure you won’t stutter.
“Remind me again where it is you want it.” Sevika’s metal arm grabs your ankle, keeping your foot glued to the bed, while the other one dances up your calf. It makes you see stars. You never knew it could be such a sensitive part of you. “I’d hate to kiss you somewhere you don’t want.”
“Not possi - I want it wherever you’ll gi-”
“Careful there,” Sevika warns you. Her lips brush your knee, move down your thigh. “You get one answer. Try again.” Your head feels light, and you fight to find the words.
“Between my legs,” you mumble, face burning.
“There’s a word for that, you know.” Sevika sinks her teeth into the flesh of your thigh, and you cry out. She licks the spot. You screw your eyes shut.
“My pussy,” you force yourself to say. “Please, Sevika, I want your tongue in my pussy.” Sevika watches you, amused.
She licks your slit with no warning, and you let out an actual sob. Her lips close around your clit, sucking furiously,. You want to say it’s way too fast, too much stimulation, but you don’t want to. You can’t, your brain surrendering to your body. You let your limbs grow loose as Sevika prods at your entrance with her tongue, kisses your clit, pets your shaking stomach.
Then Sevika draws away, looking up at you with her gray eyes. You tremble under her gaze. She wraps her metal arm around your back and lifts you so you’re practically sitting in her lap. Your bare chest is pressed to hers, and you keen at the contact. Sevika forces your head down.
“I want you to watch me put my fingers in you,” she says, lining her fingers up. She circles your entrance, taking notes of how your mouth opens when she pushes the tip of her finger in. You let out a slow breath and Sevika buries her finger inside you, then adds another. “You can take one more, can’t you?” Her breath fans over your face.
You shift, adjusting to Sevika’s fingers. They’re thicker than yours, and longer, already reaching places you can’t. You jerk instinctively against her, wanting her to move, find the spot that makes you keen.
“I can,” you tell her, brushing your nipples against hers. You two are close, you can see the purple scars in detail on the left side of her face. Sevika looks at you approvingly, adding a third finger and curling. The ease with which Sevika finds your g spot is embarrassing, like she already knows your body and its tells. You clutch her biceps, raking your fingers down them, and Sevika chuckles at you.
“You can use me, princess.” She tells you, setting an even pace with her fingers. She rubs your clit as well, harsh pushes and gentle circles that even each other out and leave you leaning your head on Sevika’s shoulder for support.
You let out a whimper as you feel your orgasm building in your stomach. Thighs shaking, you listen to Sevika, timing each jerk of your hips with the curl of her fingers. It’s messy, chaotic, but it’s all you can manage. Sevika’s breaths are heavy in your ear, and you tense when she licks the shell of it.
“Sevika, I’m - I’m close,” you choke, and she grins, you can hear it.
“So soon?” She asks, delightfully condescending. She pushes further into you, you didn’t even know that possible, and presses on your clit, and you’re cumming, your hips slowing as you clench around her.
Sevika pulls you close to her chest, pressing kisses to your collarbone as you quake and ride out the aftershocks. When they’re subsided, she leans back to look at you, and slowly pulls her fingers out. Your breath hitches, eyes screwing shut as she does.
“I wanted to see your face when I did that.” She says. Sevika hooks her thumb under your chin, once again forcing your gaze up at her. She traces the shape of your mouth, fingers still wet with your own fluids. “Open.” She commands, and you listen, sticking your tongue out and accepting whatever she has planned for you.
Sevika slides her thumb in your mouth, coaxing your jaw open before instead using her index and middle finger. You can taste yourself as you clean her fingers, never breaking eye contact.
“Look at you,” Sevika smirks as she presses her fingers against your tongue. You open your mouth, taking her fingers as deep as they can go. Sevika is lewd, testing you and shoving until slavia pools around the corners of your mouth. “Fast learner.” You swallow.
“I said no one’s ever finished me,” you tell her when she draws her hand back. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, and you think Sevika likes seeing it, because you can see her rock forward ever so slightly, chasing some sort of friction. “I never said I don’t know how to please someone else.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She says. You blink, mind foggy and unfocused, and realize you’re overcome with that urge, to do what you do best: please.
“Sevika,” your breath is short. “Sevika, can I touch you? Please, I want to touch you. You’re so…” Her bicep is so smooth and hard under your palm. You’re greedy for more. You’re suddenly worried about Sevika’s plans, nervous that she’s made you cum and is now going to leave before you can return the favor. Make you into a pillow princess. “I think I might die if I don’t touch you.”
“You look like you’re about to cry,” a hint of amusement seeps into Sevika’s voice, her tone just the right amount of condescending to make your toes curl. “You’re that desperate for me? Okay, princess.” She shoves you to the side with no warning, hauling you up and switching positions so that she’s laid out before you and you’re on your knees. She tilts her head. “Go ahead.”
It sounds like a trap. You fall for it anyway.
You start high, fingers tracing the column of Sevika’s neck. It’s thick with muscle, just like the rest of her, and you can’t help but kiss her jaw and run your lips down her neck, feeling her pulse. It’s maddeningly slow - she’s calm throughout all this. You can barely summon the strength to keep from collapsing on top of her.
You lean back just to look, transfixed by how much power Sevika exudes. You reach forward, palming her breast. You roll her nipple between your fingers, press down, and Sevika simply sighs. Her head is tilted back, eyes closed and a slight smile on her face. You stare. When Sevika had touched you like this, it drove you crazy. To her, it seems like it’s a touch that’s barely there. She cracks one eye open.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs. “It was just getting good.”
Sevika’s words fill you with confidence. You mouth the curve of her breast, tease her nipple more - and then you get an idea, one you’re not sure she’ll like, but you try anyway. With a shaking hand, you reach between your legs, gathering your slick and then bringing your hand back to her chest. Sevika pulls her lip between her teeth, and you know you’ve got her. You rub your arousal over her nipple, pinching and pulling and teasing. She grunts when you stop, glaring.
You don’t pay any attention, continuing your exploration of her body. Sevika’s skin is smooth, save for the scars you find littered down her torso. There’s a big one from her ribs to her hip, and you trace it with your tongue. She gasps when you do that, and you give her a smirk of your own. You run your finger along the lines of her abs until you get to her navel. You kiss the skin of her stomach right next to it, then follow the trail of hair under it until your face is nestled in her cunt.
Sevika is musky, almost uncomfortably warm. She’s wet - not as wet as you are now, but still dripping. You run your fingers through her folds experimentally, and she pushes herself closer to you when you do. You glance at her.
“Can I taste you?” You ask. Sevika tilts her head, then lifts one of her legs, setting it on your shoulder and opening herself to you. Your breath hitches at the sight, and your mouth waters. You swallow. Drawing in a gulp of air, you press a kiss absentmindedly to the inside of her thigh and then press your face forward and push your tongue into her.
Sevika doesn’t necessarily taste good - she tastes bitter, probably because of her diet of liquor and cigarettes. She’s heavy on your tongue, and even though pleasant isn’t the right word to describe the taste, you can’t help but want more. You eat her out like you're starving, like you’ve never had the opportunity to get your fill. You lick her from entrance to clit, then back down, push your tongue inside her again and groan when her thighs tense around your face.
“Fuck,” she swears, her hand tangling itself in your hair. “That’s it. There you go,” she coaxes you. “You’re not too bad at this, princess.”
Sevika had you uncontrollably bucking a few minutes ago, frantic. She's just as eager as you were, but she’s infinitely more controlled, able to use you as a tool for her pleasure. She grabs the sides of your head with both hands, the metal one not as cold as you imagined it would be, and grinds on your face. She rolls her hips in time with the thrusts of your tongue, pressing her head into the pillows. She moans, the sound deep and guttural, straight from her chest.
You can’t breathe like this, and as much as your orgasm-riddled brain is telling you this is it, this is the only way you want to die, you manage to shift so your lips close over Sevika’s clit. Leaning heavy on one hand, you use the other to slip a finger inside her to the knuckle, and with no warning, add a second. Sevika hisses, giving you one involuntary buck of her hips.
You whimper around her clit at the feel of her walls surrounding your fingers, wet and warm and tight. She’s so tight, just like the muscles of her arms, stomach, legs, everywhere.
Sevika is already close, you can tell, so you alternate between kitten licks and sucking her clit, curling your fingers inside her as you do. Her grip on your head has loosened, but is still there, and she keeps rolling her hips, soaking your face from nose to chin. You feel her clench impossibly tight around your fingers, her stomach muscles trembling, and with nothing more than a strangled groan, Sevika cums. She rides her high out on your tongue, your fingers, and then she opens her legs and lets go of her head so you can come up for air.
You collapse, your head resting on the inside of Sevika’s thigh. You watch her through a haze, taking note of how much darker and used her sex looks, tensing before relaxing at the emptiness. You lick your lips, chasing remnants of her. I did that to her. For her, you think.
You and Sevika stay like that for a moment, a tangle of limbs and erratic breaths. Your eyes have slipped shut when you feel Sevika’s hand cup your cheek. She stares down at you, thumb brushing back and forth over your cheekbone.
“Good girl,” she tells you, and you shiver at the praise. “Good girl. That’s it. Catch your breath.” Sevika sits up, and you reluctantly do too, disappointed you can’t stay laying between her legs forever. Sevika smirks, probably able to guess what you’re thinking. She stands up, not even a slight wobble to her stance or walk, and heads into the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth. She surprises you by wiping your face first, her touch gentle. You watch her intently.
“Next time, I’m making you eat all of this, okay?” She says, a slight authoritative tone to her voice. You swallow, unsure of how that’s even possible, but you’re positive Sevika will find a way. “Okay?” She repeats with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes,” you respond, voice scratchy. Sevika nods, moving the washcloth down and between your legs. She’s much more patient than she needs to be, not even glaring when you jump at the overstimulation.
You notice her hair tie around your wrist, still there from when you tugged it out. Carefully, you gather the top of Sevika’s hair, twisting it back like she always wears it. You fasten it with the hair tie, pulling out a few strands to frame her face and make sure it doesn’t pull on her scalp too much. She leans back, looking at you with an expression you can’t quite place.
“Thanks.” She says gruffly, and you nod quickly, worried the gesture was too much for her. Sevika seems caught off guard by it, but not unpleasantly so. She stands again, tossing the washcloth aside and reaching for her pants. She tosses you your own clothes once she’s pulled them over her hips. You catch them, setting them down next to you.
“Sevika,” you say, trying to keep your voice neutral. Sevika lights a cigarette, blows smoke at you. You cough, and her eyes sparkle. Laughing at you. “You said next time?”
Sevika put her hands on her hips, and just smirks.
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