I write these words with a broken heart⦠You may come across this post in a few moments, but for my children, every day that passes without food or basic necessities becomes heavier than the last.
My baby is malnourished, and the rash is worsening with the heat, poor hygiene, and lack of resources. As a mother, the hardest thing for me is seeing my children suffer and not being able to provide for their needs.
Food, milk, and basic necessities have become unaffordable due to high prices and limited resources.
I live in genuine terror every night, fearing I will wake up to a further decline in my children's health or some unbearable tragedy. We no longer need mere sympathy; we need a helping hand to save my children from hunger and disease and give them a chance at life.
Brothel worker x Sevika WIP!! Idk if i should make the suit light grey or a dark plum color....but whatever, I was kinda artblocked for the past month but IΒ΄m managing it :D
We used to only look at the sky, terrified of the bombs. Now, we have to look at the ground too. Huge rats are spreading everywhere in Gaza, and we have no way to stop them. They are reaching our tents and biting our children while they sleep. This is the nightmare we are living right now.
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contains masturbation, sevika thinking about reader, sexual frustration, desperate sevika.
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βGetting close now.
The car is quiet, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional wet sound of tires rolling over late-night asphalt. Youβre curled up against Sevikaβs side, your body warm and heavy from cheap wine and too much cake at Melβs party with all of you guys coworkers.
Sevika sits stiffly beside you, pretending like sheβs looking out the window, but really sheβs trying to remember how to fucking breathe.
Your head is on her shoulder at first. Innocent, soft. She nearly dies on the spot. Itβs the kind of contact sheβs dreamed about for months: your body against hers, casual, trusting. You smell like cherry body spray and sweat from dancing too much with both you coworkers, and Sevikaβs heart is beating like she just ran laps.
You sigh, a low breath through your nose, and you donβt move. Stay into her side like you belong there, like itβs not unraveling something dangerous in her gut.
Sevika swallows hard, her jaw clenches, she stares straight ahead. Youβve never touched her like this before.
Youβre both flirting with each other, but it has nothing to do with this.
Then you shift.
Still mostly asleep, your body melts sideways, sliding down her arm until your cheek brushes her bicep. She tries not to move, tries not to spook you. Tries to tell herself this is fine.
Itβs not fine.
Because you shift again.
And your head drops gently onto her lap.
Sevika forgets how to swallow.
She freezes, wide-eyed, muscles tense beneath your weight. You sigh, soft and happy, like her lap is your new favorite pillow. And then, to Sevikaβs horror, and also her deepest, filthiest pleasure, you move again.
Your nose nudges the seam of her jeans, right against the zipper. Close enough that she can feel your exhale through the fabric.
She nearly groans.
Her hand twitches on the seat. Sheβs clenching her thigh like she can somehow will her body to stay calm, but her pulse is hammering between her legs. Her jeans feel tight. Way too fucking tight.
Your breath ghosts across her lap, hot and steady, and she swears, swears, your nose brushes her zipper again when you shift slightly.
Her jaw locks. She stares out the window like it owes her something, face flushed, neck hot, pupils blown even in the dark.
You have no idea what youβre doing to her.
Or maybe you do. Maybe that soft sigh you let out is on purpose. Maybe youβre pretending to be asleep while you press your face right there, just to see what sheβll do. Maybe you know that Sevikaβs been losing her mind over you since the day you leaned over her desk and asked if she was free for lunch.
She swallows. Hard. The car takes a turn and your head rocks a little, pressing in closer.
It takes everything in her not to gasp.
She grips the edge of the seat. Sheβs going to hell. Sheβs going to hell and youβre dragging her there face-first.
Sevika stares down at you like youβre something sacred. Or dangerous. Or both.
Your lips are parted, soft in actual real sleep, and every time you exhale it punches straight through her core. The curve of your cheek is warm against her thigh. Your breath, steady and unbothered, ghosts over her zipper like youβre trying to destroy her.
She clenches her jaw so hard it aches.
You shift again, just a little, just enough. She closes her eyes. Just for a second, just to stop herself from looking again. From imagining how it would feel if your mouth moved, just slightlyβif your lips parted and touched her there.
She exhales through her nose, slow and shaky.
Youβre asleep, she reminds herself. Out cold. You donβt know what youβre doing, youβre tired, probably tipsy. This isnβt anything. Youβre not teasing her. Youβre not pressing your face against her zipper on purpose.
But fuck, it feels like it.
She dares a glance at you again and instantly regrets it.
You look so peaceful. So soft. Your head shifts, barely, but itβs enough to drag your mouth even closer to where sheβs most desperate. Close enough that she swears she can feel your breath through denim.
Her underwear is soaked. Itβs embarrassing.
She shifts her hips, just a little, trying to find some relief, but it only makes things worse. The friction of her jeans, the heat trapped between her legs, your fucking face right thereβ
Sevika groans. Quietly. Barely audible. But it escapes before she can stop it.
She covers it with a cough, tilts her head toward the window again, and bites down hard on the inside of her cheek.
Get it together, she thinks. Youβre not gonna cum in a fucking Uber just because she fell asleep on you.
But her pulse is throbbing between her legs, and her breathingβs gone shallow, and her thighs keep clenching like sheβs seconds from breaking.
And you, blissfully unaware, shift once more, turning your head so your cheek is pressed right to the inside of her thigh now. Lips inches from the zipper, nose brushing denim, your soft breath against her heat.
Sevika stares down at you.
God, sheβs pathetic.
And youβre not even doing anything.
Finallyβ after twenty fucking minutes, she wakes you up at the sight of your building apartment.
βHey,β Sevika says, voice rough. She touches your arm. Just barely. Her fingers shake.
You stir slowly, blinking up at her from your place on her lap like you didnβt just spend the last twenty minutes suffocating her will to live. βMmh?β
βWeβre here,β she says, low and quiet. βYour place.β
You stretch, warm and drowsy, rubbing your cheek against her thigh before you sit up.
Sevika nearly bites through her tongue.
The cold air that rushes in where your body used to be should help, but it doesnβt. It only leaves her empty, and too aware of how wet she is. Of the ache between her thighs, of how her clit is pulsing like it knows what couldβve happened if youβd just stayed there a little longer.
You blink at her again, smiling like you like her. Like you trust her. That stupid sweet sleepy smile that melts her from the inside out.
βThanks for the ride,β you say, soft. βAnd for letting meβ¦ you know. Collapse on you.β
βAnytime,β Sevika rasps. It comes out too fast, too rough. She clears her throat, tries again. βItβs fine. You were tired.β
You chuckle, and she watches your fingers brush through your hair as you step out of the car. She follows you to the door like itβs muscle memory. Like her legs just know to carry her behind you when youβre around.
You fumble with your keys. Sevika stares at your back and tries not to imagine what your sheets smell like. What your skin tastes like.
The lock clicks.
You turn to her again, eyes soft. βGood night, Vikaβ
She swears she feels it, Vika, like a tug behind her navel. No one calls her that but you.
βNight,β she manages. Her voice is gravel, her hands are fists at her sides.
The door shuts. Sheβs alone.
Back on her seat, the Uber engine hums, the car starts moving again.
Ten more minutes to her flat.
Sevika sits back in the seat and finally lets herself breathe but it doesnβt help. It doesnβt help.
She clenches her thighs, jaw tight, shoulders stiff, grinding her molars together as if she can anchor herself in the pain of holding it all in.
Her underwear is completely ruined. She can feel it, damp and sticky, clingy and soaked against her skin. Every shift of her hips sends heat crawling up her spine. Sheβs been dripping wet since you laid your fucking head in her lap.
βTen more minutes,β she mutters to herself, eyes squeezed shut.
Sheβs gonna make it.
She has to.
Because if she doesnβt, sheβs cumming in the back of a car over nothing but your sleepy breath and the memory of your mouth inches from her zipper.
Pathetic.
So fucking pathetic.
She barely remembers telling the Uber driver thanks. Barely remembers punching in her building code or kicking her boots off by the door. Her key misses the lock to her unit twice, her hands are shaking.
By the time sheβs inside, itβs like her body takes over.
Jacket flung somewhere, belt undone, she doesnβt even make it to the bedroom, just stumbles toward the couch like sheβs drunk on you, which she kind of is.
She thinks about you.
The weight of your head on her lap. Your breath against her zipper. The way you sighed in your sleep like her thigh was the safest place in the world, the heat of you, he closeness. That sweet little smile and your voice in her earββGood night, Vika.β
She shudders.
Her jeans are unbuttoned with clumsy fingers, yanked down just far enough to shove her hand between her legs. Her underwear sticks to her like a second skin, soaked through, embarrassing.
She doesnβt even bother pulling them off.
One finger. Thatβs all it takes.
She moans.
Itβs raw. Ripped from her throat like sheβs been holding it in for monthsβbecause she has.
Then she drags her two fingers through the mess, breath catching, hips jerking. Sheβs so sensitive it almost hurts. Her clit is swollen, twitching at the first real touch. She presses down, just a little, and her back arches off the couch.
Your name echoes in her mind, silent and needy.
She doesnβt say it out loud. She canβt. But she feels it.
She imagines you waking up right there in her lap, warm and sweet and still sleepy. Looking up at her with that soft little smile, asking whatβs wrong when you see the tension in her jaw. Leaning in without shame, lips brushing over denim just to hear her fall apart.
Her hips jerk and she groans. A raw, guttural sound that breaks in her throat. Her thighs are trembling, her backβs off the couch. She chokes out another breath, fast and sharp, and keeps rubbing harder, sloppier, chasing it like sheβs gonna die if she doesnβt get there.
She thinks about everything she wanted to do in that car, every sound she swallowed, every filthy thought she shut down.
She thinks about your breath.
Your lips.
Your weight on her lap.
That fucking voice.
βGood night, Vika.β
She cums fast. So fast it knocks the air out of her.
βOhhβfuckββ she gasps, legs snapping tight around her hand as the orgasm rips through her like itβs been waiting.
Her mouth falls open. Sheβs still panting. She doesnβt stop.
The aftershocks make her twitch, her hips bucking helplessly into her palm like her bodyβs trying to chase more. Slick is everywhere, on her fingers, her thighs, the fucking couch cushion. She rides it out anyway, hand slowing, eyes shut tight like she can trap the feeling there. Like if she squeezes her thighs hard enough, she can hold onto the ghost of you.
Youβre probably asleep in your bed, dreaming of something soft and simple.
And Sevikaβs on her couch, fingers still buried in her soaked underwear, chest heaving, whole body aching for someone sheβs not even allowed to touch.
dom!sevika x fem!reader x pathetic!vi | 5.9k words
SUMMARY: You're Sevika's long-time girlfriend. Vi is Sevika's new roommate. What could possibly go wrong?
TAGS: 18+ only! smut (porn w/ plot, voyeurism, fingering, oral, threesome). angst, addiction, mental health issues, sex as therapy. modern!zaun au. complicated character dynamics.
NOTES: been working on this for so long and i just hope its good. split this into two parts btw so.. look out!!
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Saturday morning rolls around with a blare of your work alarmβan early shift to cover for your sick coworker, with the added bonus of overtime for this pay period.
Sevika isnβt too happy about seeing you go, arm wound tight around your waist, grumbling out a throaty protest when you try to wriggle beneath her hold.
You spend every weekend at your girlfriend's new apartment. Twice the size of her last, with an extra bedroom neither of you ever use outside of temporary storage. Sheβs been weighing the idea of getting a roommate, with the recent hike in rent by her scummy landlord, and you would jump at the opportunity, if not for her insistence that you take things slow.
(Youβve been dating for two years. In Zaunite terms, you might as well be married already.)
Ten minutes later, after wrestling for your freedom from the cage of her bed, you shuffle into the kitchen with a loud yawn. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and a pair of random underwear.
You freeze at the sight of an unknown woman stood at the sink, scrubbing a dish. Pink hair, broad shoulders, intricate tattoos. Dressed similarly to you.
Who the fuck�
βUh, hi,β you say, hid half-behind the wall to conceal your state of undress. The woman turns to look at you, andβ
(Pot of boiling water, meet frog.
Inevitability is a crazy, crushing thing when combined with your power of extreme denial. One moment, you're sitting in a jacuzzi, and the next, your skin is peeling away from the bone.
A slow, sanguine death.)
βOh, hey,β she replies, reaching to dry her hands off on a nearby towel. βYou're Sevika's girl, right?β
You nod your head and offer up your name, stepping out to stand behind the lip of the counter.
βNameβs Vi. I'm the new roommate.β Ah. Would've been nice if Sevika had warned you beforehand. βI'm just gonna,β a thumb points to the once-spare bedroom, βcrawl back in my hole now.β
βRight. Good morning, Vi.β
βYeah. Morning.β
You return to Sevikaβs bedroom with a scowl on your face and a complaint on your tongue, shutting the door a bit harder than you meant to. Her shape beneath the sheets jolts at the sound, head popping up from the pillow.
βWhy didnβt you tell me that you had a new roommate?β
She blinks, swiping her palm over each eye, jaw dropping to make room for a loud yawn. βOh, her.β
βYeah. Her.β
βRelax. Vi stays in her room all day,β spoken mid-stretch, her lone arm reaching for the lip of the headboard.
βThatβs not the point. What if I had walked out there naked?β
βThen sheβd get one hell of a show.β
You physically deflate, shoulders curling inward, and shuffle over to the bed. Sevika scoots over to give you room, then lifts the sheets in invitation.
βYou know I'm joking, right?β she asks, the curve of her nose brushing against your cheek.
βI knowβ¦ βm just embarrassed.β
βDon't be. Vi has three braincells to her name. No chance she even noticed.β Sevika pauses a moment, then gives a lazy shrug of her shoulder. βProbably.β
Thus begins a new era of your relationship: Roommate Woes. Except, Vi isn't the problem here. She keeps to herself, does her chores, pays rent on time via her night shift job (whatever that is). Sevika, on the other hand, never learned subtlety, and coupled with her insatiable libido, you experienced PDA on levels previously unknown to humankind.
But gone are the days of her bending you over the kitchen counter, or fucking you on the couch, or being as loud as she wantsβjust to spite the cantankerous old lady living next door. While Vi works, Sevika sleeps. Opposite schedules that leave you no room for sexual intimacy. As such, both you and Vi share in this odd stall-state of perceived encroachment. Her, encroaching on your relationship; you, encroaching on her home.
So. In an amiable show, you decide to talk with Sevika about inviting her to your weekly movie night.
The two of you stand in the kitchen mid-discussion, making food to much on as the television plays the movie's menu screen on repeat.
βBut why do I have to ask her?β
βBecause this was your idea in the first place.β Sevika steps away from the counter with a sigh, hand adorned with a sickly-pink, heart-patterned oven mitt (she swore when you bought it for her that she would never wear it, and now it's the only one she uses). βShe won't bite.β
βI think she hates me.β At the crook of her brow, you scoff, voice veering toward whiny. βIβm serious. Every time I come over, she scurries off to her room and I don't see her the rest of the weekend.β
βShe does that anyway.β
βIt's different, though.β
ββ¦ Just knock on the damn door.β
Against your better judgement, you trundle off and away, stopping before the looming pane of wood that separates you from Vi's bedroom.
Really, it's not a big deal. It shouldn't be. But your girlfriend's roommate is a pink-haired enigma, a puzzle stuck in a perpetual state of unsolvable. A disappearing act that, you gotta admit, hurts your ego a bit. You donβt recall saying anything wrong, but maybe, given the circumstances, you should double check that your presence is even wanted. Vi lives here, after all.
So you knock on the doorβa few quick raps of your knuckles, just loud enough to grab her attention. You wait for a beat, then another, then another, and just as you turn to leave, the door swings open in a rush of cool air.
Some sort of fan whirs a steady noise from inside her bedroom, the floor strewn with clothes, room dark except for the blue-light halo emanating from her computer. She starts at the sight of you, jolting half a step backward before collecting herself.
βOh. Sorry, I thought you wereββ
βDo you wanna watch a movie with us?β The question comes out in a rush, your synapses a live-wire of anxiety.
Shit. You just want her to like you. Better for all parties involved when you show up every week without fail.
She blinks the kitchen light from her eyes, hand slipping beneath her shirt to scratch at a hip. βWhat?β
βA movie? Neon Carnivores just came out, and Sevika picked up the DVD after work. It's supposed to be this noir-horror filmed in the Lanes. Thought you might like it.β
βUh,β a quick shake of her head, βyeah. I'll be there in a minute.β
Then she slams the door in your face.
You shuffle back to the living room, head emptied of all thought. Bewildered. Sevika sits on one end of the couch sans prosthetic, munching on a slice of pizza fresh from the oven. Carefree and oblivious.
βHow'd it go?β she asks, bumping her shoulder into yours when you sit down beside her.
βShe slammed the door in my face.β
Sevika has the audacity to laugh. To say, βOh, she's got it bad.β
You land an admonishing smack on her thigh. βStop, Sev.β
βIt's true.β Another bite of her pizza. βYouβre all she talks about.β
βWhat, about how much she hates me?β
βDo you want her to hate you?β
βNo.β
βThen shut up.β
Your mouth drops open in half-serious shock, but she continues to eat her stupid slice of pizza and stares at you like she said nothing wrong.
Vi's bedroom door creaks open. A beat of awkward silence passes before she appears in the corner of your eye, weighing her choice of couch or recliner. One glance at Sevika makes up her mind, and Vi takes the cushion beside you. She offers up a tight-lipped smile when you meet her gaze, turning away before you can reciprocate.
The rest of the evening follows a similar pattern: Vi curled up against the armrest while Sevika cuddles you against her side, the movie you chose bathing the room in colors of neon velvet. An indie-arthouse flick hallmarked by practical effects and unusual cinematography.
Sevika spends the last thirty minutes of the movie with her head tucked to her chest, vehemently arguing against the idea of exhaustion every time you wake her up and tell her to go to bed.
When the credits roll, Vi excuses herself, and your girlfriend finally succumbs to your prodding. Kisses you goodnight and shuffles off to bed.
So here you sit, stretched out on the cushions, cold and lonely and mourning the loss of Sevika's weight against you. Some game show continues in the background as you scroll through your phone, leagues away from the exhaustion that usually sends you to bed.
βHey.β
The sudden greeting jolts you, and you turn around to find Vi stood at the entrance of the small hallway, housing her bedroom on one side and bathroom on the other. Scarred knuckles curled over the wall's edge, almost skittish in her stance.
βOh. Hey.β You sit up against the armrest, elbow denting the back cushion.
βWhere's Sevika?β
βIn bed.β
βThis early?β A click of her tongue, arm swinging a lazy rhythm as she steps into the living room. βSomebody's getting old.β
The first conversation you've ever had with her, aside from the greetings-in-passing on your way to Sevika's bedroom. But those don't count, right?
βYeah, I tell her that all the time.β
Then silence. Vi remains awkward behind the couch, glancing around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Your teeth tug at a piece of stubborn skin on your bottom lip. The show drones on, forgotten in the wake of her presence.
βSo. How long have you two been together?β she asks, hands finding comfort in the pockets of her sweatpants.
βTwo years tomorrow.β
She exhales a sound halfway between a hum and a grunt, brows lifting clear to her hairline. βShit. Practically married, huh?β
βSomething like that.β
Sevika doesn't believe in marriage. A piece of paper solidifying love? Bunch of bullshit, far as she's concerned. And it isn't that you don't agree, but⦠well. It would be nice to have the option this deep underground. That useless piece of paper is only reserved for pilties.
βSheβs happy with you.β
You blink, and she's circling around the couch. βYou think so?β
She plops down in Sevika's recliner, one leg thrown over the armrest. (Sevika would kill her if she knew, but you swear yourself to a vow of silence. An olive branch for a budding friendship.)
βDefinitely. She helped me out a few years back. Less of an asshole now, with you in the picture.β
So, they know each other. That makes more sense than Sevika inviting some random stranger to live with her. She's made too many enemies to consider such an idea.
βHow'd you two meet?β
Her foot jitters back and forth, shaking the armrest. βShe knew my old man when they were young, and when he died a few years ago, she kindaβ¦ took me under her wing.β
Vi says nothing else, and you don't intend to pry. But you're curious. Who wouldn't be? Sevika stays tight-lipped whenever Viβs name comes up in conversation, and sheβs the only person you know to answer all your burning questions. Aside from the woman herself.
But you're not there yet. Your nosiness will have to wait.
So you smile and say, βYeah, that sounds like her.β
When she smiles back with a lopsided quirk of her mouth, you think you might be kind-of-halfway friends.
β
A simple text changes everything.
Hey. Turn your tv up.
Sender: Sevika. Recipient: Vi.
A heat-of-the-moment decision from a brain fogged by hormones and the sight of your bare tits in the mirror while changing into pajamas. Post-anniversary date, mid-makeout in her bed, she grabs her phone and sends The Text.
What follows is a marathon of impressive proportions. A box of sex toys, a bottle of lube, and two very insatiable libidos. You expected this after teasing her all nightβkissing her neck on the drive to the restaurant, groping her ass during the post-check bathroom break, babbling about your ideas for sex after the two of you make it home.
She fucks you like she's trying to leave a scar in the mattress, maybe carve your body into the wrinkled sheets. Heavy and hot. Angry. Staking her claim. A routine of feeding you her cock until you cry, then soothing the ache with her mouth, then flipping you over and doing it again.
Then, a shadow under the door, shifting its weight. Sevika doesn't notice, too busy lapping at your wet cunt, but you do. Head tipped upside down over the side of the bed, that little patch of inky darkness is all you can look at.
For a moment, you contemplate saying something. You should say something, but you're selfish, and the looming orgasm that numbs you down to the bone steals away every braincell capable of thought.
You know Vi's been listening. Sevika and subtlety mix as well as oil and water. That fucking text. Her shadow lingers under the door like a spilled-ink stain as you whine and whimper through orgasm number three. Even when your world shifts, and Sevika kneels over your prone form, your gaze remains on the shadow beneath the door. A constant, an anchor to the real world.
Strap buried inside your cunt, Sevika flattens herself along the expanse of your back. The soft plush of her lips ghosts over the shell of your ear.
βWe have a visitor,β she mutters, and you shudder beneath her. βWhat do you say? Should we ask her to join?β
The scary part? You actually think about it. Not exactly crossing the line to consideration, but you entertain the idea. The width of Vi's shoulders spreading your thighs, the softness of her mouth against your skin, the layers of her mullet caught in your fistβ
Okay. So you consider it.
βSeriously?β you ask, voice a hissing breath of disbelief.
Sevika mouths along your pulse, the cold metal of her prosthetic hand smoothing up your spine. βShe's standing outside for a reason.β A sharp bite to the curve of your shoulder, and an inhale catches between your teeth. βThat reason isn't me.β
βIββ
Her posture softens, and her voice along with it. βJust think about it, okay?β
(The disappointment that knots in your gut doesn't actually exist.
Right?)
Things become⦠weird after that night. Tense as a band waiting to snap. Vi avoids you like you've caught the plague, lurking at the corner of your vision but never daring to approach. No more late-night conversations on the couch, or sharing the burden of dishes, or trading memes back and forth during the week. Like she never even existed at all.
You fucked up. You don't know how, but you did.
Her absence shouldn't bother you so much, but Sevika obviously cares about her to an extent. Why wouldn't you want Vi to like you? And yeah, maybe you enjoy her being around. She's easy to talk to. A comforting presence that reminds you a lot of Sevika.
Given her indefinite absence from your life, you don't expect your phone to blare with her ringtone on a typical Wednesday night (three thirty-two a.m. to be exact) long after you've fallen asleep. You paw at the nightstand for the familiar rectangle of your phone, bleary-eyed and frustrated at the interruption.
At the sound of her voice when you answer the call, you bolt upright in bed.
Slurred and trembling, weak:
βFuck, it's late, I know, but my boss won't let me walk and I can't call Sevika like this. Can you justββ rustling on the end of the line, a muffled exchange between two voices that you can't quite hear, βI need a ride home.β
Before she can finish her last sentence, youβre throwing a coat on and snatching your keys from the coffee table. βWhere are you?β
βUm,β she sniffles, βApex Eleven. It's this club near the apartment.β
βI'll be there. Wait for me inside.β
She mumbles in agreement then hangs up.
You know that place. Sevika took you there when you first started dating, and though the night started out awkward in that new-romance-learning-curve way, you eventually coaxed her onto the dance floor after a shot or ten. You shared your first kiss in the parking lot outside, right before throwing up all over her pants.
In the heart of the Lanes, the streets awaken at night. Traffic thickens as you near the strip of bars and clubs and brothels, neon signs blinking in rhythmic disorder. Crowds of people stroll down the sidewalk on either side of the street, a jumble of conversation and thumping music intruding on the silence inside your car.
You pull into the club's parking lot then beeline for the front door. One ID check later, and you step inside the club to meet a thick wall of smoke and the smell of sweat-masking body spray. The floor sticks to your shoes as you skirt the outer edge of the dance floor, pinballed between drunken bodies. A party of overstimulation.
Vi sits slumped at the bar, her pink hair a stand-out amongst the sea of clubgoers, undeterred by the lights that cloak her form in multicolor strobes. The tattoos branching up her bare arms ring familiar.
You sidle up beside her, shaking her by the shoulder. βHey.β
She sits up at the sound of your voice, eyes squinting in confusion, body drawn tight and angularβpreparing for a fight.
After a long, breath-stilling moment, she relaxes. βOh. Hey.β
You nod toward the exit. βLetβs get you home.β
βWhatever. This place sucks anyway.β
Now, the hard part: dragging her to the car. A task she makes no effort to help you with, still sat at the bar, eyes never leaving your face. Low-lidded and darker than youβve ever seen them.
βWhat is it?β you ask, shifting back and forth on your feet. The atmosphere of the club renders you drunk by proxy.
βFuck, you're pretty.β A hand reaches out to touch your face, palm sweatslick against your jaw, fingers ice-cold as they follow the curve of your skull. βAnybody tell you that lately?β
You grab her wrist and step away, a suggestion written in the tug of your hand. βSevika. Ya know, my girlfriend?β
She slithers out of the chair, balance precarious as her brain struggles to command her feet. One step, then another, until her shoulder collides with yours. You steady her with an arm slung across her back, wincing beneath the drag of her weight as you begin to walk.
None of your Vi-shaped puzzle pieces fit together. No red string to connect all the details. During all your conversations, she kept topics shallow, information casual: likes the color blue, and exercise, and video games; grew up rough; has a sister and a nameless ex. Harmless breadcrumbs to leave behind.
And now thereβs a brand new tidbit, filed away under ???????
Fuck, youβre pretty.
Sheβs far from sober. People say anything when they get a few drinks circulating in their blood, and she passed that threshold a while ago. Mystery solved.
Vi climbs into the passenger seat of your car and curls up against the console. When you buckle her seatbelt, she barely stirs. Something tender and aching rises at the sight of her, impossibly fragile and motionless, just before you close the door.
The drive back to her shared apartment is silent. She adjusts her position every few minutes, grumbling something under her breathβthankfully, still breathing.
Dragging Vi over to elevator is another mountain to climb. She stubs up once she recognizes the run-down shell of her apartment building, slurs something about Sevika and disappointment, and you don't understand the issue. There's no way you could drag her up four flights of stairs to your elevator-less apartment.
βBesides,β you continue, βSevika's asleep. It'll be alright.β
It takes even more reassurance before Vi finally agrees to walk. You lead her through the small hallway, into the elevator, and up to the third floor.
Before you can find the key in one of Vi's many pockets, the apartment door swings open, and there standsβ
βSev. I didn't think you'd be awake.β
You find no anger in her features, but they contort all the same. Behind her shines the kitchen light, a small halo that cuts through the empty shadows plaguing the small living room.
Her eyes cut to Vi, sharp and piercing. βWomen's intuition.β
"How'd you know?β Vi asks, head lowered, unable to meet the gaze of the woman before you.
Already, she stands a bit straighter, weight easing off your shoulder. No doubt sobered up by shock.
Sevika shrugs. Takes a drag of her cigarette. Says nothing, but steps aside to allow you both entry. And once inside, she takes Vi by the arm not slung over your shoulders.
βI got her, honey,β she says, stepping forward in silent request for you to take the cigarette from her mouth.
They disappear into Vi's bedroom. You take a seat on the couch and pass the time by chewing on the filter and watching the paper burn with each lung-filling puff. A fitting end to a night of self-destruction.
A few minutes later, Sevika comes back. Worn down to the bone, wet around the eyes.
βIs she okay?β you ask, scooting over to give her room to sit down.
She collapses beside you, head tipping back against the couch. βI don't know.β
A bad sign. Whatever they talked about, Sevika can't immediately fix, and the worry carves wrinkles into her brow.
Your fingers find the soft thickness of her thigh, comfort stamped in the press of your lips to her shoulder. She's warm, impossibly so. Worked up. Angry, even.
βThe deal when she moved in was that she stayed sober.β She scrubs her hand over her face, frustration tangible, thickening up the air that surrounds you. βI told her that job was a bad fucking idea.β
βIs that what you helped her with a few years back?β you ask, voice never daring to rise above a whisper. βGetting sober, I mean.β
βShe told you about that?β
βShe just said you helped her with a situation.β
A stretch of tense silence, where nothing you say can fix the situation, and Sevika has no interest in wasting the energy on words.
βShe wants to talk to you, by the way. You don't have to, butβ¦ Vi's a good person, she's justβ¦β
βBeen through a lot.β
βYeah.β
βOkay.β
You're not angry. Worried, yes, but angry? Your Vi-shaped puzzle sharpens into view: a bad childhood, a sister she either doesn't talk to, an ex she refuses to name, a struggle with addiction. One awful event after another, woven into bone and muscle and joint and tendon. Staining everything she touches.
(Really, you donβt know why you care so much.)
When you open the door to Vi's bedroom, sheβs laying in bed, tucked beneath the sheets. Staring up at the ceiling, she wipes her face on her shirt.
βFeel like company?β you ask, offering up a smile when she cranes her head to look at you.
The room lay dark, her form a deep splotch of shadow against the wall as she sits up. βYeah.β
You sit down on the edge of the bed and wait for her to speak.
βI just wanna say that I'm sorry for tonight. I know I should've called Sevika but I was terrified that she would,β she shakes her head, βkick me out.β
βShe wouldn't.β
βWell, I know that now, butβ¦ sorry for being trouble.β
You shrug. βBetter you call me than something bad happen.β
She snorts, pillows creaking beneath her weight. βThe worst already has.β
Your jaw aches from the force you exert to keep it shut. Curiosity rears its ugly head once again, but now isn't the time for indulgence.
βYou can ask. If anybody deserves to know, it's you.β
βWhen Sevika helped you a few years ago, what was that about?β
βOh, that? Funny story, actually.β A sharp sniff. βI was living on the streets at the time, going to bars and clubs every night, fighting for money. Literally, by the way. And one night, this woman walks up to me and says she knew my dad, Vander, before he died.
At that point, Iβm ready to knock her out and go back to drinking, but she starts giving me details about his old life that nobody would know. So we go back to her apartment and sheβs an asshole about the whole thing, but she helps me get my life straightened out.β
βAnd after that?β
βI move out on my own. Things are good for a while, butβ¦ life always catches up with you, I guess. I start thinking about Vander and my sister andβand Cait, and I start to spiral again. Go back to my old ways.β
Cait. A name for the unforgettable.
βItβs easy, isnβt it?β
The shadow moves, and you think Vi nods her head. βYeah, it is.β
In a stroke of courage, you move from the end of the bed to its head, and after a bit of searching, you find Viβs shape beneath the sheets. You lean into her, throwing your arms over her shoulders in an awkward hug. The smell of vodka leaks from her pores, skin sweatslick and sticky, and you can only hope that this brings her comfort.
βYouβll be okay. Maybe not for a while, but horrible things donβt last forever.β
Her hands press against your back, following the curve of your spine. βIβll take your word for it.β
β
Vi loses herself for a while. She regresses back to some younger, weaker version of herself; back when everything was too much and too big and too scary. She quits her job at the club and starts sharing Sevika's bed at night. Another presence to drive out the demons that plague her.
It happens in the dark.
You're trapped between two very warm, very clingy bodies after a long conversation about boundaries and adaptation and how Vi fits into your life. Sevika tells you that you don't have to stay, that she isn't your responsibility, but you aren't gonna just leave her like this.
(You don't know why you care so much.)
βCan I kiss you?β Vi asks, whispered against the shell of your throat.
The world stops turning. She leans back and rests her head on the pillow, bright eyes wide, bottom lip sucked between her teeth.
Sevika lay right behind you, fitting perfectly against the curve of your spine, arm slung over your waist. That arm tightens, tugging you impossibly closer.
βIt's okay,β she says.
Her hips grind against your ass, soft enough that you almost believe it an accident. Soft enough to jump-start the pulse between your legs.
You can't come back from this. Once your lips meet, it's done.
Does Sevika really not mind? Watching you kiss her⦠whatever Vi is? Friend, responsibility, something inbetween?
Fuck it.
You meet Vi's gaze and nod your head, and her smile flickers beneath the light of the television. As she leans in, her nose brushes yours, and Sevika's buries her face in your shoulder.
Vi kisses you like she loves you, all passionate and needy. Like you mean something to her, for all the ups and downs of your short relationship and her isolating tendencies.
Before Sevika, you never experienced love as a universal truth, giving or reciprocal. No butterflies, or fuzzy feelings, or giddiness at the sight of a lover. But when Vi kisses you, it feels⦠right. Comfortable. She licks into your mouth and she's warm and soft and impossibly sweet. Tender and careful and savoring.
She pulls away with a sigh, and the hand on your belly moves to cradle your jaw. A turn of your head, and Sevika sucks Vi's taste off your tongue.
It happens quick. The pulse between your legs sparks a fire that threatens full-body consumption. The women that sandwich you in take turns stealing the breath from your lungs, over and over and over again. A competition brews between the two regarding who can turn you into the biggest mess, and while one kisses you, the other nips at your neck and gropes your tits and teases at the seam of your underwear.
You donβt know how things turned out this way, but you arenβt complaining. Not when Vi rucks up your shirt and sucks a nipple into her mouth, and Sevika's lips feel like home against yours. Too much yet not enough, brain dizzy from overstimulation.
βWait, fuck,β you gasp in a breath when they both part from you, βI justβI need a second.β
So horny you could honestly cry. If Vi wasn't here, you'd be begging Sevika for the strap, face buried in the sheets, ass in the air. They give you time to calm down, and you mourn the loss of their weight and warmth, skin buzzing from the ghostly stamp of their hands.
βAre you okay?β asks Sevika, nosing at the divot of your temple.
βYeah, justβ¦β you try and fail to suppress the stretch of your lips, βI didn't think you liked to share.β
She exhales an unamused breath, eyes darting to Vi when the latter drapes herself over your middle, hair tickling your chin.
βI'm a special case, right?β
Sevika shoves her off by the shoulder. Says, βShut up. At least I don't listen in on my roommatesββ
Vi stutters a moment then holds up a defensive finger. βOkay, that happened once. Once.β
βPorn exists.β A beat of silence, and Sevika laughs under her breath. βBut you don't want porn, do you?β
You're definitely missing context for this conversation, but they argue like you don't even exist in the room.
βDon't,β Vi hisses, rising onto an elbow to glare at Sevika through squinted eyelids. βSeriously, I'll kick your ass.β
βJust ask her.β
Finally, you chime in. βAsk me what?β
Vi's glare turns to pleading, but beside you, Sevika remains stalwart.
βAsk me what?β
βVi wants to fuck you.β
You blink. The neurons in your brain short-circuit. βFor how long?β
βA while,β Vi grumbles, turned on her side, facing away from the two of you.
It's not the idea that surprises you, but the verbal admission. You know how to take a hint, and Vi's slip-up at the club cemented what Sevika already told you as fact.
βIt doesn't bother me, if you're worried about that. Brat wants to feel good and she trusts you.β A lazy shrug that jostles your shoulder. βYour choice, honey.β
You look over at Vi to gauge her reaction, and find her already staring at you with pleading eyes. Tender as a healing wound.
It's an easy decision. Easier than your conscience allows. Your memory returns to the night Vi stood outside the bedroom door, when Sevika teased you about inviting her in. She recognized your own attraction before you did. That soft spot on your heart for an unsolvable woman.
βLet's do it.β
The once-playful atmosphere thickens into something anticipatory when Vi crawls between your legs, and your nerves might fray to breaking if not for Sevikaβs presence at your side. Always doing what she does bestβwhy you stayed despite her every effort to snuff your relationship out.
As Vi's hands find your inner thighs, Sevika kisses you soft and slow in an effort to tame the wild buck of your pulse.
βGo easy on her,β Sevika says to you, lips stretched in a teasing smile. βI'm sure it's been a while.β
βFuck you,β Vi mutters, but says nothing in her own defense.
As if it even matters. Your girlfriend serves as the warden of your pussy, and she loves to bark an order or ten. Youβre in good hands.
Off come your clothes while the other two remain dressed, a feeling of stark vulnerability that seeks to fry the white matter of your brain. Sevika rubs a comforting hand over your belly, while Vi shoulders your thighs apart.
The first thing you do is reach down to run your fingers through her hair. Soft as you imagined.
She dives in tongue-first, licking you from hole to clit, and groans when your thighs close around her head on instinct. It's all soft, wet heat. Messy from her spit. What she lacks in technique, she makes up for in enthusiasm. Moans so loud against your pussy that you almost believe she can feel your pleasure.
Sevika doesn't let you forget her. She murmurs praise into your ear, teases you for being so wet, asks you how good Vi's mouth feels. You've made it clear how her voice affects you, and she wields dirty words as a weapon any chance she gets.
Good girl.
You look so pretty like this.
How's it feel, honey?
You kiss her just to shut her up. The burn in your belly turns to a blaze embarrassingly fast, and when Vi slides a long finger into your cunt, stars burst behind your closed eyelids. There's no holding back your orgasm when her tongue circles over your clit, slick and hot andβ
You turn away from Sevika's mouth and fist Vi's hair in both hands, the muscles in your thighs twitching. "Fuck, please."
"Come on, honey." A pair of plush lips trail down the line of your neck, nipping at your drum-beat pulse. "Let her make you feel good."
That's all it takes. Permission. Weeks without so much as a finger on your clit leads you to a breath-stealing release, and your hearing blots out as you grind against Vi's face. So selfish, needing more, craving the impossible: inevitability.
When the pleasure breaks, you sink into the mattress with a heaving sigh. Each lobe of your brain makes a slow return to normal, and when you blink your eyes open, Vi's face sharpens into view.
Wide-eyed and nervous, she smooths a hand up and down your thigh. "Was that okay?"
All you can do is giggle and nod your head. Too fucked-out to form words.
To your left, Sevika wraps a thick arm around your ribs and pulls you to her. She knows you too well. A long cuddle is neccessity after an orgasm, and she's warm and soft and her chest makes a great pillow. And if you fall asleep for a few minutes, you're none the wiser.
You open your eyes again to Vi gently cleaning you with a washcloth. Sevika sits beside her, nursing a glass of water.
"Hey, Vi." They both look down at you. "Want me to return the favor?"
She shakes her head, slick lips stretching into a dopey grin. "No. I got what I needed."
When Vi moves to lay back down, Sevika catches her by the shoulder. "Wash your face."
"Why don't you clean me up?"
You watch the exchange half-lucid and half-listening, until their voices filter through a lens of fading lucidity. What they both fail to realize is how alike they are, and suddenly everything makes sense.
vi has always been a girl who can appreciate a woman's behind. you just didnt know how much she appreciated yours.
wc : 1.531
contains : some fluff. nsfw. fem!reader. f x f sex. needy whiny top vi. oral and anal sex (reader receiving).
a/n : can probably be read as a sequel to this. i need help.
for the past few years, youd noticed a constant pattern in your failed romantic relationship that could only be described as incompatible boundaries.
some girls were too distant, some not distant enough. to be fair youβd started to get a bit peculiar at the end of your romantic exploration, gently letting down an admittedly sweet girl after she had ordered a rather large portion of oysters while on a romantic dinner date.
but when you met vi, and it's like everything just clocked. every quirk and flaw you both had seemed to bounce off of each other, an equal balance between the highs and lows that led to a magnetic give-and-take between the two of you.
it was a constant push and pull between the two of you, and you really liked it when she pushed you.
the first time you slept together was also the first time you knew that what you and vi had was different. after quite a few years of let downs you'd become a bit jaded when it came to your heart and in the act of slightly stupid self-preservation you initially just wrote off your and vi's instant attraction as a short-lived burst of sexual tension thatβd lead to a night of hot sex before parting ways.
but then sheβd laid you down on her bed, slowly spread you open with tender hands and attentive eyes, and took you apart in ways you'd only dreamed of. she saw how your gaze frequently drifted to her hands so she stuffed you full of her fingers, felt how you drifted your hands across her body, and urged you above her so she could watch you ride her abs until you came over her with a cry.
each time she brought you to a fiery orgasm you felt an unfamiliar pull in your chest, not uncomfortable but warm and bright, a near suffocating type of bliss. she felt it too, if the smile on her face when you pulled up from between her legs gave any indication.
(because as much as she loved to brag about knowing you like the back of her hands, you were the same for her, and it was hard to ignore how her gaze softened and drifted to your lips while you spoke while biting her own.)
and that habit became a key part of your relationship, words unneeded when a simple look at the other could tell either of you how you were feeling. a tick in vi's jaw alerted you of her annoyance, a bounce in your step alerting her of youβre restlessness.
itβs why itβs so easy to see what makes vi desperate for you, and what makes you desperate for her.
vi was an ass girl, anybody with eyes could tell you that. any chance she got to stare at, fondle, or smack your ass, sheβd take it with a scheming look on her face and nearly rub her palms together. during sex youβd notice it, (well, when you could notice things, she had the aggravating ability to make every thought leave your mind with the first use of her fingers, tongue, etcetera,) how she would gaze up at you with stars in her eyes while you rode her strap before landing a harsh slap to the fat of your behind, a lovestruck expression on her features before she thrusts into you even harder, more determined than before.
that was all normal and expected of course, and you made sure to properly indulge her, frequently wearing way too short shorts around the house and bending over surfaces when it wasn't at all necessary.
but it went a bitβ¦deeper than you expected. quite literally.
it was an exciting friday night, the two of you heading out to a nightclub with a group of mutual friends where the laughing and the drinking came in quick succession. neither of you were too inebriated, but just tipsy enough to where the pressure of keeping your desired inside was thrown out of the window. you don't have to share words to know you want each other, quickly stumbling into the bedroom before youβre being pushed down onto your stomach and sheβs yanking your dress up and past your waist, ineloquently spreading the cheeks of your ass before diving it like she was starving.
and god, maybe she was. your face was flushed and your breathing stuttered at the lewd actions your girlfriend was doing behind you. every attempt to run or raise your body met with a grumble and a slight pinch to your clit, only resulting in you giving in to the pleasure and cursing her when her laughs vibrated throughout your cunt.
just when youβre about to slip off into that blissful state of thoughtlessness you feel it. the familiarity of her tongue, wide and wet, licking up and over your cunt in the way she knows drives you crazy, but you swear sheβs gettingβ¦higher. when it happens again your leg involuntarily juts out.
βvi, ngh, vi. whatβre you-β
she doesnβt answer, likely too entrenched in her actions to realize youβre even talking to her. you can tell she pent up, not just from the way sheβs absolutely ravishing you but how her rough hands grip your skin, how her face barely pulls back to take a breath and her body rustles against the sheets as she tries to find a position that lets her get even more access to you.
but you cant hide your shock when it happens, a slight pressure on a place you arent used to, sending a blazing heat straight up through your body. a rather embarrassing mix of a growl and a sob rips through your body, one of your hands coming down to dig into her hair and yank her upwards.
if you werenβt so shellshocked you might've found the sight of her both amusing yet erotic, pale face flushed from exertion and arousal with big eyes lidded and plush lips parted as she pants. youβre stuck wondering just how her face is slick almost all the way up to her eyes, your mind wondering just what the hell she was doing down there when her wrecked voice rings out into the quiet of the bedroom.
βplease, just let me - just let me try it, yeah? need it so bad, pretty, promise iβll make it feel so good-β
her voice is nothing short of desperate, shaky, and heaving as her eyes dart from your eyes to your lips back down towards your cunt. you feel your face burn when her gaze becomes almost entranced, biting her swollen lips while not at all subtly grinding her hips against the edge of the bed, anguished as she waits for you to give her permission.
you don't even get to finish nodding, vi dropping her head back down and licking a fat stripe starting from your clit and going higher and higher and higher-
βoh f-fuck, violet!β
your eyes roll into the back of your head and your body goes boneless when her tongue presses into the tight skin of your ass, pressing gently but insistently to get as much access as she can without hurting you. as much as she relishes the feeling if given by her squirming body and broken moaning into your hole, the shared sounds of your heightened arousal ringing in the air.
she becomes consumed by it, licking up and over your asshole, until her jaw starts to ache and her thoughts become foggy. every so often sheβll begrudgingly pull back to watch the mixture of her spit and your cum surround and drip down from your ass, your body clenching and releasing as you try to hold off the inevitable orgasm that will wreck your body.
βitβs alright baby, relax,β she whispers, a gentle hand smoothing over one of your ass cheeks to hopefully release some of the tension in your body, βjust let it happen, yeah?β
she gets back to work and keeps eating at you with a hunger that both concerns but arouses you until you inevitably cum with a drawn-out shout, rather early for you but you can't find it in you to be embarrassed as your body falls limp into the sheets. your legs continue to twitch as she continues to lave at your juices and entrances lazily, close to bringing you over that peak again until you start to use all that's left of your willpower to wriggle your hips away from her.
youβre both panting heavily, heads similarly slumped into your covers from physical exertion., youβre halfway into falling into a serene sleep when viβs hands wrap around your hips and flips your body onto your back, your shocked gasp being silenced at the sight of her flushed body standing between your legs, face seeming almost drunk as she bashfully blinks at you.
βdonβt you look so pretty, baby?β abbyβs voice rings out from behind you, dripping with lust and sultry like honey. you couldnβt see her, but her voice sounded so close, almost inside your ear, breathing heavily with each thrust of her hips. the stretch of her cock splitting you open has you choking out broken moans into the messy sheets.Β
βuh huh,β you nodded, fluttering your eyes open, lashes sticky with tears.Β
βcanβt even see yourself, too fucked out, huh?β she laughs, seconds later you feel her rough hand wrap around your neck and pull you up. back arched just perfectly and eyes fluttering closed again. βcβmon, baby, open your eyes and look at how fucking messy you areβΒ
her words alone had a whimper slipping past your swollen lips, and you quickly sucked in a deep breath at the sight of yourself in the mirror once you opened your eyes. the reflection of your sticky and sweaty body was staring right back at you. your limbs like jelly and your hand quickly reached out to hold onto the arm abby had around your waist.
βyeah, such a fucking messy girl. bet your pussy is soakedβ she growled against your ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and thrusting up a little harder, a guttural moan ripping almost painfully through your throat. βlittle slut loves getting both holes stuffed, huh?β
βby y-you,β was all you could choke out, weak and fucked out.Β
βthatβs right. only i get to fill both your pretty holes. stuff you so good that itβs all you think when youβre alone, touching yourself to the thought of meβ her heavy pant sends you into a frenzy, fucking yourself down against her strap the best you could, the delicious stretch had your eyes rolling in the back of your head again. βoh, youβre dirtyβ she muses, gripping your neck tighter.Β
βjust for you, babyβ you giggled deliriously, thighs twitching and panting heavily once sheβs slipping her hand between your legs, groaning loudly into your neck when her fingers find your clit, soaked and dripping on the sheets. βfuck,β
βwhat did i say? soaked. having my cock in your ass turns you on real bad doesnβt it, princess?β was she being condescending? you werenβt sure, but as long as she was touching and fucking you like this, youβd let her do whatever she wants. βthink you can cum on my cock while i play with your pussy like this?β
silco had been making you run around all morning. there was a shimmer shipment coming in, runners needed to be sent out to sell, and there was a rumor that enforcers would be making rounds later. it was going to be a long day, and you probably weren't going to go home until late at night.
for the first time in hours, you had a moment to catch your breath. you were up in the warehouse office, stacking papers and putting down your pen. your job as silco's bookkeeper was to tame for your taste, but it kept you out of the dangerous chaos. you were smart enough to keep away from the grunt work of silco's trade.
you got to play out your little office fantasy. a big corporate woman up in piltover, bossing around interns and earning big paychecks. the reality of it was your cash was dirty, and your product was laced.
a heavy sigh fell from your chest as you leaned back in your chair and looked out the window. as you stared at the grimey street below, a knock came from the other side of the door.
sevika opened it without a word or further warning. you looked up at her and wrinkled your nose. she was just as pissed about the busy day as you were. your muscled coworker was always meaner when she was stressed. it made long days like this even longer.
you sat up in your seat. "can I help you?"
she was a sight for sore eyes no matter how difficult she was. you liked each other enough to have some hot sex on off days. you never saw yourself settling down with someone like her, and you assumed she never wanted to settle at all. nothing was official, of course. work would get more complicated than it already was.
but she was here for something.
the look in her eyes told you to go over to her, but you wanted to hear her say it. you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your desk and propping your head up. you knew that doing this let her see down the low collar of your shirt.
she approached your desk and leaned down. her calloused hand reached out and took your chin to tilt it up. her large frame loomed over your desk, face close.
she kissed you slowly, reeling you in. her rough lips consumed you all at once. and she was nearly pulling away today draw you up out of your seat.
you grabbed her face, hungry for all of her. she deepened the kiss and, soon, you were crawling over your desk to stand with her. you could have walked around, but that would mean youβd have to stop kissing her. and that just wasnβt an option.
she gripped your hips, holding you firm against her as she pressed you into the desk. she slid her hands down your thighs and up, fingers reaching under your skirt.
she massaged your ass and let you grind on her, her kisses dipping down your jaw to the crook of your neck. you moaned and hooked your arm around her neck, your other hand sliding under the hem of her shirt.
you were practically dying to have her already. with every movement of her hands or hips, you could feel your cunt ache. each heavy sigh that fell from her lips made you wet.
but she was leaning back. her lips dragged up your neck to peck your cheek before she stopped. she focused her tense gray eyes on your face as she stared to let go of you.
"sev..." you sighed, pulling her back. "sev--"
she chuckled at your neediness. "no, baby, i have to go now. they need me at the docks."
"just stay here,β you pleaded. you put your hands on her hips, trying to keep her close to you. βi'm dying with all this shit to do. i need a distraction."
"i've distracted you enough..."
her words and gaze fizzled away as your hand slid down to the front of her pants. you rubbed lightly over her clothed bludge and smirked against her lips. "you're such a brat, you know that?" she growled.
you hummed and smiled, your hot breath making her shiver as you pressed your core into hers. you laughed under your breath as you felt her getting hard though her pants. "what are you gonna do about it?"
she moaned in your ear, face hidden in your neck as you kissed her jaw as nipped at her earlobe. you rubbed your thumb over the jutting tip of her dick trough the fabric of her clothes. you nearly had her knees giving out as you felt the precum stain the front of her pants. but that was a problem for later.
you whispered in her ear. βcome on, sev,β you drew out your words, your hand guiding hers back under your skirt to the band of your panties. βit would be so easy to justβ¦β
you helped her grab the edge of your underwear and pull. she got the idea, dragging them down your legs and watching in awe as she got them off of you. the impression of her cock through her pants was practically pulsing with need. she saw the wet cloth of your panties and lost all common sense.
she lifted you up, setting you down on the desk and pushing your skirt up to your hips. she dropped to her knees and drove between your legs.
you cried out, your head tipping back as her tongue dragged between your folds. she needed to get you ready for her dick, her mouth working wonders to get you worked up.
she sucked your clit between her lips and you nearly screamed. you gripped her hair tightly, working your hips against her face. she was ravenous, licking through your folds and to your bud, spitting on your cunt to make sure you were worked up enough.
the sounds she made were filthy. she had no shame, no decency in how she desired you. two minutes ago, she was professional and working. now you were at her mercy.
as her mouth worked on your clit, her fingers slid between your legs to tease the edge of your hole. your tensing thighs and mutters of encouragement led her to dip two fingers inside your dripping hole.
she needed to open you up for her dick. she worked her fingers in, curling them inside of you to hit your g-spot just enough to rile you up. you didn't want her to stop, your hips rolling to match the motion of her fingers as you rubbed your clit against her nose.
but your whimpers and moaning were doing too much to her. just before you could finish, she stood back up, panicked hands grabbing at her belt. she kissed you quickly, letting you taste yourself and her spit, before moaning, βhelp me, babyβfuck, i want to cum inside you.β
you burned without her. your hands joined hers in undoing her belt and unzipping her pants. she pulled them and her boxers down enough for her erection to spring out. it was intimidating, and she left you no time to think of the stretch it was about to cause.
she grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk before lining herself up with your hole. you felt the tip press against your cunt before she thrust in all at once.
you moaned and struggled, your nails digging into her back as she held herself inside of your. your cunt pulsed around her cock, whining from the sheer size of her. you needed to feel every ridge and vein rubbing inside of you, but she wouldnβt move. she held your thoughts, keeping you in place as you whined
βsev,β you sighed, breathless, βsevika, please.β
she huffed in your ear, her hot breath making you shiver. βyou act like a brat and iβm gonna punish you like one. youβll stay here until i say so.β
your head fell in defeat into her shoulder, a faint cry in your throat as all you could do was listen. you were at her mercy, listening to everything she wanted. you just needed her to fuck you.
but it seemed like she couldnβt listen to her own rules. at the sound of your distain and begging, she couldnβt contain herself. she held you close and dragged her hips back slowly. you breathed heavily and focused on every sensation in your core. how she rubbed every inch inside of you, sliding out.
she pulled out just so that her too was still inside. this was almost worse: the waiting. how you werenβt really empty, but it was hardly enough. you made some noise in your throat and encouraged her on, trying to beg but not having the words.
she thrust back in and moaned loudly in your ear. your eyes rolled back as she started to fuck you.
βhmphβ!β you moaned, one arm wrapped around her and the other propped up behind you. the two of you positioned yourself in a smooth, easy position that let her decide on a slow, firm pace. you rolled your hips with every thrust, head tipping back so she could kiss the column of your throat.
she humped her dick into you, ravishing in the feeling of your cunt wrapping around her so perfectly. she was lost in the feeling of you, mind dizzy as she got pussy drunk off your cunt. she could still taste you on her lips.
her teeth grazed your neck and stuck to leave a kiss. she bit and sucked your skin, wrapping your legs around her hips and cradling your body against hers.
you tried but failed to keep your strength. you just needed to lie back and let her have her way with you. your arms holding you up gave out and you fell back into your desk, hands landing on hers around your hips as your head tipped back over the edge. you were upside down, the words spinning as she dizzied you and made you senseless. you felt so full, head fuzzy as all you could think about was her dick inside of you.
this new position made everything more intense. she was able to fuck deeper into you, her dick reaching that perfect spot inside of you. you were stretched so deep you could feel her in your lower stomach, splitting you in two. with every thrust, she worked herself closer to her peak. and she wanted you there with her.
she pressed the pad of her thumb over your clit and began to rub in slow, circular motions. the pressure and rotation had you keening and dipping your head back upside down. your thighs tensed and clenched around her torso as everything blurred.
tears grew in your eyes as you muttered stray pleas for her to let you finish. she began to fuck you harder and faster, so much so that your desk was scraping against the floor and your breasts shook with every motion. you were unreachable, everything spinning with hot, white pleasure until you felt her reach the perfect spot on your clit.
with one more solid slam of her hips, you cried out, nails raking down her forearms as you came. you moaned pathetic curses and whines that were lost to the air around you as you felt her finish as well.
she groaned and fell forward, her hand holding her back from falling on top of you as she came inside of you, filling you up.
for a moment, a dose of panic filled you as you realized what she had done. she heavied above you, face dipping to kiss gently on your neck and whisper admirations in your ear. she stayed inside of you, holding your hips close so you didn't move a muscle. you wrapped your arms around her and let her be sweet to you.
she kissed you and tasted your tongue, teeth nipping at your lip just enough to rile you up for a moment. then she pulled back. she rubbed your thighs gently and pulled out, her cock slipping out easily as her cum stayed inside of you.
you felt it dripping out of your pulsing core. it drove you insane to know she left you used and waiting. she got off and was ready to go back to work while you still needed hours of her attention.
"you're gonna have my babies, okay, baby?" she shoved her fingers inside of you, plugging your hole and rubbing her cum around to make sure it stuck. "god, it's gonna kill me to see you walking around here carrying my kid."
your face grew red and hot. "sev..." you were sore and tired from how large she was, and her fingers weren't helping. everything she said made her cunt ache for more of her, but fatigue was catching up to you.
her hot, large figure kept you comfortable and you could've dozed off in her arms right there. you looked up at her with wide eyes. βi donβt want you to go.β
she gave you a pitiful look and pulled her fingers out, making you shudder. she wiped her fingers off on the inside of your thigh and then patted your ass. βiβll be by to pick you up later, okay, princess? just keep me with you for the rest of the day and iβll fuck more into you tonight.β
she brushed some hair out of your face and kissed you softly. you were ready to melt, to get on your knees and beg her to stay, but she was leaving.
βiβll see you later, baby,β she promised, she stepped back to fix her pants, adjust her shirt and walk out. you sat up, pressing your knees together and feeling how her semen moved between your lips and inside of you. you could feel it still, and your hips were sore from taking the girth of her.
but you stood up on shaky legs, finding your panties on the floor and pulling them back on. you shoved your skirt down, adjusting it, and shuffled back around to sit back at your desk.
HI!!, i'm back. and of course, it's during October lol. i wrote this while procrastinating my midterm essay. don't tell my professor. but it kind of inspired me to write something else, so look forward to (maybe) some royal reader x knight sev. or something of the sort... with um more breeding kink because.. @-@ sorry not sorry.
contains: sevika x virgin!reader, strap-on usage, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, clit play, finger sucking, cum play, praise kink, gentle dom!sevika, cockdrunk!reader, neck biting (no blood), light spanking, orgasm denial, aftercare
enjoy β‘
You were already straddling her hips when the nerves hit you.
Your palms rested lightly on Sevika's chest, her warm brown skin flushed gold in the lamp glow, the sheets under your knees soft and rumpled.Β
You were nakedβcompletely nakedβfor the first time in front of her, and the only thing separating you from her strap was your own hesitation.
"Hey." Her voice was rough, quiet, but steady. One hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing lazy circles just under your ribs. "You okay?"
You nodded quicklyβtoo quickly. "Yeah. I just... I don't usuallyβuh, I mean, I've never-" You laughed breathlessly, embarrassed.
"I've only ever touched myself."
Sevika sat up a little, her good arm sliding around your back to support you. Her face softened.
"You wanna stop?"
"No." Your voice cracked. "I want this. I want you. I'm just... I don't know what I'm doing."
A beat. Then her lips curled into the tiniest, cockiest smirk. "Don't worry, baby. I do."
You bit your lip as heat shot between your thighs. That voice alone could ruin you.
She leaned forward, kissing your collarboneβslow, open-mouthed, warm. Her tongue flicked against your skin.Β
"We'll go slow. I'm not gonna rush you. You just move how you need to. I'll be right here."
You nodded again, this time slower, more sure. Her strap pressed up under youβthick, firm, intimidatingβbut god, you were wet. Soaked, actually. You could feel it dripping down your thighs already.
Sevika noticed. She always noticed.
"You're so fuckin' wet, sweetheart," she murmured, sliding her hand between your legs to guide the strap. "All that from just thinking about it, huh?"
You whimpered, barely able to meet her eyes. Her gaze pinned you down anyway.
"You been touching yourself to this? Wishing it was me?"
You nodded. "Y-Yeah. So many times."
She groaned low. "Fuck. Youβre adorable."
You braced your hands on her shoulders and finallyβfinallyβstarted to lower yourself down. The head of the strap nudged your entrance, and you gasped, thighs trembling.
"Easy, sweetheart. Just a little at a time." She kissed your neck, sucking gentlyβjust enough to leave a mark. "You're so tight, baby. Feels like your pussy's never letting go."
You shuddered as you sank down, inch by inch, breathing hard. It was so much. So full.
Not painful, just overwhelming. Sevika's hands gripped your waist to steady you, grounding you with every low, patient whisper.
When you bottomed out, your nails dug into her shoulders. You were panting.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah," you whimpered. "It's soβmmnghββ
βNone of that whimpering. Say it. Use your words, princess.β
βItβs soβfull, Sev.β
"I know, baby. You're doing so good. Look at you."
You started to move. Slowly. Rocking your hips in tiny circles, easing yourself into the stretch. The friction lit something up inside youβsomething deeper than your fingers ever reached.
And then, without warning, your hips jerked forward a little too fast. You gasped. It hitΒ just right. Right on that aching, swollen spot inside you.
"Oh my godβ" you moaned.
Sevika chuckled darkly. "There she is."
You started moving again. A little faster. A little rougher. The way it rubbed against your clit every time you sank down made your whole body twitch.
It feltΒ too good. Too much. You'd been so pent up, so desperate for something more than your own handsβand now you had it.
Her. This.Β
The drag of her strap inside you, the warmth of her skin, her voice in your ear saying, "Fuck, look at you, baby. You're addicted already."
You were. It showed.
You were a messβwhining, grinding, moaning into her mouth. You grabbed her hand, sucked her fingers into your mouth without thinking.Β
Sevika froze for a second, then let out the filthiest growl.
"God damn, you're really gone, huh?"
You drooled a little on her fingers. Couldn't help it.
She tilted her head, watching your blissed-out face with a lazy, hungry grin.
"Sweetheart... you're drooling."
You looked down, dazed, saliva slipping past your lip while your hips kept moving. You whimpered around her fingers.
"Fucking adorable," she muttered. "You're cockdrunk already, and I haven't evenΒ fucked youΒ yet."
She kissed you hard, biting your bottom lip.
You moaned louder, needy and mindless now. You felt her reach between your legs again, rubbing slow circles on your clit while you kept grindingβgrinding like your life depended on it.
"Don't cum yet," she warned. "Not yet. I wanna see you lose it first."
And you would. You were. A drooling, clenching, wet fucking messβand Sevika wasn't done with you yet.
You didn't even realize how loud you were until Sevika growled, "You hear yourself, baby?"
Your hips were moving faster now, grinding down on her strap like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your soaked pussy squelched with every roll of your hips, and your breathy moans came out high and broken and endless.
"IβfuckβI can't stop," you whimpered.
Sevika's fingers moved back to your clitβslow, torturously slowβand circled it while you ground down.
"You're so fucking sensitive." Her voice was wrecked, almost shaky. "Didn't know it'd feel this good, hm?"
You shook your head frantically. "No-I mean yesβI mean I can'tβplease-"
And then she spanked you.
It wasn't hardβjust a quick, firm slap to your ass. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you jerk and moan and clench so tight around her strap that she had to bite back a groan.
"Yeah?" she rasped. "You like that, sweetheart?"
You nodded so fast it made your head spin.
"YesβSevikaβI like everythingβplease, please-"
She hissed through her teeth. Her hand stayed on your ass, squeezing tight, grounding you. Her fingers never stopped circling your clitβslick and slow, not giving you enough, teasing you right to the edge.
Your thighs were trembling. Your belly was tight. Your breath was all over the place.
"I'm close," you whimpered. "I'mβI'm gonnaββ
But Sevika stopped.
You sobbed.
"Shh." Her voice was low, gentle, but firm.
"Not yet. Not like this."
You blinked, dazed, drool still clinging to your lip. "Wha...?"
"I want your first time cumming on my strap to be perfect, baby," she murmured. "I want you toΒ rememberΒ it. I want it to stay on your mind forever. So not yet. Not until I really give it to you."
Your pussy clenched again. Your whole body shook.
Sevika looked up at youβand something changed in her expression.
You were dazed, panting, spit-slick around the mouth, grinding down like you were in a trance. You were a fucking vision.
And the second she saw the way your lip quivered when she took her fingers off your clit, something snapped.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she growled.
She surged up andΒ bitΒ your neck.
"Ahβ!" you gasped, the cutest, neediest little cry slipping out as your body arched.
"S-Sevikaβ!"
She didn't draw blood. Just sank her teeth in enough to make you feel it. Enough to make you moan and cling to her harder.
Her hands gripped your ass like she was holding herself back from flipping you over and fucking you into next week.
"You feel too good," she whined against your throat. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy, babyβYou're so perfect."
You whimpered, grinding harder, your pussy slick and messy against her strap.
She kissed the spot she'd bittenβthen her tongue soothed it, slow and loving.
"Still with me?" she whispered.
You nodded, tears in your eyes now.
"Mhm..."
"Good girl." She cupped your face with her good hand. "Just keep going. Ride it slow. I'll get you there. But I want you cockdrunk and shaking by the time I let you cum."
You moaned helplessly.
Her fingers slid down again, teasing your clit while you moved.
"I love how sweet you sound when you get desperate," she muttered. "You sound like you need it so bad."
"I do," you cried. "I need it so badβpleaseβpleaseββ
"You drooled all over my hand," she teased.
"What, baby? My cock too good?"
You nodded, crying and grinding. "Too good. So good. I can'tβI can't thinkββ
"You don't need to think, sweetheart." Her voice dropped low. "Just fuck yourself dumb on my strap. I'll take care of you."
You were gone.
Absolutely out of your mindβdrooling, whimpering, and still rocking your hips like Sevika's strap was the only thing keeping your body alive.
Your thighs were trembling. Your hands clung to her shoulders, nails leaving faint little crescent marks in her skin. And your mouthβgod, your mouth was open and leaking spit, little strings of it slipping down your chin while you babbled incoherent little moans.
"Look at you," Sevika murmured, brushing her fingers over your tear-damp cheeks.
"You're drooling and cryin' on my cock, honey."
You whimpered, a fresh wave of tears prickling your eyes, even as you kept grinding.
"Is it that good?" she asked, smiling crookedly. "So good it's makin' you cry?"
You nodded so fast it made you dizzy. "Y-YesβI c-can'tβI wanna cumβp-please-"
Your voice cracked on the last word, and the second it did, you sobbed.
Your face crumpled. Your whole body jerked like you couldn't take it anymore. And Sevika immediately pulled you down into her chest, shushing you as she cupped your pussy with her palmβwarm, strong, steady.
"Hey, hey. I got you," she cooed. "You're okay. Just feelin' too much, huh?"
You nodded, sniffling. "I need itβneed it s'bad..."
"Yeah, I know you do." Her thumb circled your clit so slow you almost cried harder.
"You've been so good, baby. So fuckin' perfect. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise."
"Please," you whispered, tears dripping from your chin. "I wanna cumβI need toβ please, Sevika-"
And then she fucked up into you.
Her hips lifted. Her grip on your ass tightened. And her strap slammed into the deepest, most perfect spot while her fingers rubbed your clit in the exact rhythm you needed.
Your mouth fell open.
You made a choked, broken little noise.
And thenβyou screamed.
Your orgasm ripped through you so hard it hurt. Your body locked up, your thighs shook, your pussy gushed so much it splashed against Sevika's lap, and you collapsed forward, shaking, sobbing, whining her name over and over like a prayer.
Sevika caught every second.
"Fuuuuck," she groaned, watching you ride it out. "That's it, baby. That's how I wanted it. Just like that. Scream for me. Fuckin' soak me."
You sobbed harder, body twitching, your voice all high and shattered and full of relief.
"Y'feel that?" she murmured. "That's what a real orgasm feels like, sweetheart."
You could barely breathe. Barely think. You were slumped over her chest, drooling, twitching, tears still running down your face.
And Sevika was so sweet with you after.Β
Her hand never left your pussyβjust soft, gentle strokes, too slow to overstimulate. Her other hand brushed your hair, kissed your temple, held your shaking hips down when you whimpered again.
She looked down at your soaked thighs and smirked.
"Goddamn," she muttered. "You made a mess, baby."
You giggled.
And then she dragged her fingers up your slit, scooped the dripping slick from your folds, and showed it to you.
"See that?" she said softly. "That's what it looks like when I fuck you right."
You stared, eyes glazed, lips partedβand when she brought her fingers to your mouth, you didn't even hesitate.
You sucked them in with a needy little whimper.
Sevika's jaw flexed.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Thatβs it, sweetheart."
You were still trembling when Sevika pulled the strap out.
You whimpered, your body jolting with the aftershocks, and Sevika shushed you instantly, one arm curling tight around your waist to keep you grounded.
"Shhh, I got you, baby. It's okay. I'm right here."
Your head lolled against her shoulder. You were spent. Crying, shaking, drooling a littleβand completely boneless in her arms.
And Sevika? She looked at you like she was inΒ awe.
"You did so good," she whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "So fuckin' good. You were perfect, sweetheart."
You let out a soft little whimper, still not fully back yet, and Sevika cradled the back of your head like you were something precious.
"Hey," she said gently. "Can I clean you up, pretty girl?"
You nodded weakly, and she was already movingβcareful, slow, so fucking tender it made your chest ache.
She laid you back on the pillows with her arm still around you, pressed one more kiss to your jaw, and then grabbed a warm, damp towel from the drawer.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't mechanical. She cleaned you softlyβlike she was scared to hurt you. Every wipe was followed by a kiss. Every wince got a murmured "I'm sorry, baby." And when she finally pressed the towel between your thighs, she paused and whispered:
"You okay?"
You nodded, tears still on your cheeks.
"Mhm... just tired."
Sevika smiled.
"Yeah? That cock put you to sleep, huh?" she teased, but her voice was full of love.
She finished wiping you down, tossed the towel aside, and came right back to you-pulling you into her arms, wrapping the blanket around you both.
You buried your face in her neck. Your body was sore, aching, still tingling everywhereβbut you felt safe. Warm. Loved.
"Did I do okay..?" you mumbled sleepily.
Sevika froze for a second.
Then she pulled you even closer.
"Baby," she murmured, her voice low and steady and soft, "you didn't just do okay.
You were the best thing l've ever touched."
You let out a tiny, broken breath.
She cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the dried tears from under your eyes.
"You're mine now," she whispered. "All mine. No one's ever gonna touch you like that but me."
You blinked, slow and dazed.
ββ¦Okay," you whispered.
Sevika smiled like she'd just won the lottery.Β
She kissed your lips. Kissed your forehead.
Kissed every little tear-stained inch of your face before pulling you into her chest again.
And then, as you drifted off to sleep, she murmuredβ
"Next time, I'm making you cum twice."
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