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beach sex ˎˊ˗ korra x f!reader

content: 18+ nsfw, smut, sub!reader, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, fingering, temperature play.

summary: you and your friends finally go on a well-deserved beach trip, and your girlfriend decides to make it an even more memorable experience. wc: 2.6k

author’s note: @bae-fong gf actually barked for this, so everyone tell her thank you <3 requested!

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#⋆｡ ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ cyan's recs ｡⋆ ☾⋆#korra x reader

alcohol-veins

STILL AWAKE

pairing: fwb!abby x reader

word count: 5.1k

synopsis: being forced to analyze and interview your college's rugby team, you quickly grow a mutual hate for the captain and discover a hidden tension that snaps (literally just porn with minimal plot)

cw: college au, switch!abby, switch!reader, porn with plot, hate fuck, oral sex, r!receiving, abby!receiving, fingering, hand obsession (?), hand riding, face sitting, slight choking, demanding (?)

mature content: minors and men DNI!

(pictures from pinterest and tumblr)

Your phone illuminates a bright light as it buzzes on your nightstand, snapping you out of your unresolved grogginess.

Abby fb

Hey, you still awake?

You immediately rolled your eyes as you read the message, checking the time subconsciously, seeing that it’s just past midnight.

Abby Anderson, the captain of your college’s rugby team. The two of you met when your journalism professor assigned you a semester-long project surrounding women’s sports on campus, forcing you to interview and observe her team. It didn’t take long for you to find out how much of a hard ass she was, especially when it came to her team. She was strict when it came to meeting times, when you were allowed to watch them, what she permitted you to write about, and which of your questions were acceptable. Her childish groans and eye rolls anytime she saw you approach the field during practice grated underneath your skin. Her snarky remarks and annoying, monosyllable answers to your questions drive you up a wall. And she knows it. It was a mutual dislike toward each other, and neither of you were trying to hide it.

It wasn’t until you had to meet with her outside of practice for an interview that an unknown thread snapped between the two of you. It felt like a blur; the pushing and shoving, the aggressive sloppy kisses, the gasping and swearing into each other’s mouths, her hand shoving into your pants. Even now, you can’t remember how it happened, or how it resulted in her texting you every time she needed to get laid for the past month. Or how you could never get yourself to say no to her.

You could just ignore her message. You should ignore it. Break the seemingly endless cycle of late-night hookups and relentless hostility. But would ignoring her make the verbal sparring worse? Would she be even more argumentative – if that’s even possible?

no. it’s late abby.

Yet you still texted me back

Her smugness immediately lights a fire in your chest like a furnace. Irritation floods your body which only becomes evident by a heavy exhale through your nose and blank stare at the water stains in your ceiling. How could a person be so aggravating and smug yet always get what they want? Why do you always give her what she wants? Regret fills your stomach from even looking at your phone. She knew you’d respond. Hell, who are you kidding? You did too.

Come over

i’m in bed. i’m not leaving in the middle of the fucking night

Then let me come to you

Memories from your past impulsive nights flash through your mind in a dizzying montage. The shame from wanting her gnaws at you like your molars gnaw at your cheek. You can’t get the thought of her hands out of your head; her veins like lightning under her skin, her fingers thick and methodical, the callouses that press into your thighs when her head is between your legs. You press your thighs together under your covers as you desperately try to stop yourself from saying yes. She’s torture, humiliating torture. You should say no, tell her to fuck off and go to bed, but you can’t deny the throbbing ache from thinking of her in your bed. Her mouth and hands knowing exactly what to do and how to—

You’re thinking about it

Fuck.

whatever

That a yes?

just shut up about it

Cute. I’ll be over in 10

Fuck.

A harsh knock echoes through your apartment, cutting through the quiet ambiance that used to linger. You shuffle toward your door in PJ shorts and an old tank top, rubbing your eyes as you navigate through your dark living room. When you open the door, you find Abby planted comfortably with her hands in her sweatshirt pocket. Her height and build never seize to amaze and intimidate you. Freckles dust over the bridge of her nose, spilling onto her cheeks which mixes with a pink hue from the brisk night air she’s standing in. Her dark blue eyes looking at you as if you opening the door was the same as her finally reaching the counter after waiting in line. She’s truly gorgeous, which only makes your attraction to her more irritating. Her smug face painted with narrow eyes and a slight smirk meets your stare.

“Well don’t you look adorable,” a sarcastic chuckle leaving her lips, looking you up and down.

“You’re so annoying,” you say in a groan, rolling your eyes and pulling her in by the fabric on her chest.

She instinctively slams the door behind her as she stumbles inside. You crash your lips onto hers, not giving her a chance to say anything else that could make you regret this even more than you already do. Her hands immediately grab your waist to press you against her body, the warmth radiating from her makes her scent wrap around you. It makes you unsteady. Her slightly chapped lips glide across yours with expertise. She kissed you like her hunger was insatiable, not like the usual agonizing teasing she puts you through. It’s different this time. Like she’s been waiting too long. Even though you were in her bed two nights prior. She needs you, craves you.

Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her face down to feel her closer. She shoves her tongue in your mouth making you gasp. Her hands roam to your ass, a slap to your right cheek makes your gasp turn into a quiet moan against her tongue. Feeling her against you as she explores your mouth sends you into a frenzy. She’s good at this. She’s always been good at this. Heat rises through your body to your cheeks, you swear you could melt into her if she pulls you any closer.

“You’re easy tonight,” her words spill from her grin like honey, filling your mouth with the sugar of her voice that tasted like vinegar. She lightly bites at your bottom lip, tugging at it and letting it snap back into place.

The whimper you let out is almost humiliating, the noise revealing your desperation to feel her skin against yours. You’re scared to open your eyes. To see the satisfaction on her face from the pathetic sound you made. But when you did, there it was. Her grin. Her goddamn grin, knowing she won the battle between hatred and lust inside of you.

“Fuck you,” your attempt to sound harsh fails as it comes out shaky.

“Soon,” her voice dripping in pride from how she affects you. She knows she’s the best you’ve had without you even having to say it. She knows she can get away with whatever mocking line she gives you. And most of all, she knows how much it makes you want her more.

Her hands grip the back of your thighs to lift you to cling around her waist. You connect your lips again as you tangle your fingers in the lingering waves that remain from the braid she surely wore earlier that day. She doesn’t waste time taking you to your bedroom.

The dim yellow light of the lamp on your side table spills onto Abby’s skin, casting shadows against her face, creating harsh lines that make her features stronger. It makes her look more intense, more intimidating. She drops you onto your bed causing you to bounce onto the edge. You’re eye-level with her abs, not being able to see them because of her sweatshirt. Frustrated, you grab the bottom of the fabric and shove it upward to expose her toned stomach. You’re too distracted running your hands along her sides to notice the condescending chuckle that escapes Abby’s lips as she looks down at you. She quickly pulls her sweatshirt and shirt over her head, throwing them to the side.

You plant warm kisses along the contours of her stomach, her skin burning into your tongue. Her hands venture to your hair, raking them through the sides to hold it back. She groans from your touch as you bite and scratch at her muscles. You look up, your eyes locking on each other. It’s hungry, wanting. Her head falls back with a low hum as you lick a long stripe up the center line of her abs.

“God. Your tongue,” her voice like velvet.

A smile creeps from your lips onto her skin. She tips her head down to look at you again, one of her hands grabbing your chin to look up at her. Both of your chests heave from how breathless you’ve made each other.

It’s a moment of acknowledging what you’re doing. Knowing you’re – yet again – in the position that contradicts how you feel about each other outside of your bedrooms. Maybe it’s just you. Maybe it’s just the sleep depravity that’s making you foggy. But you could almost feel a mutual understanding of how the other is feeling. Any lingering antagonistic thoughts you once saw across Abby’s face vanished. You weren’t sure how long this moment would last, so you did the only thing you could think of: freeze.

Her thumb slowly drags against your bottom lip as her gaze flickers from your mouth to your eyes. Your tongue peeps out of your mouth to meet the rough pad of her thumb, swiping across it and coating it with your saliva. She takes the opportunity to enter your mouth, allowing you to suck on it.

Her eyes lock onto your lips. Her mouth parts slightly, almost like she forgot she has control of her face. She’s too enamored by you. Your motions. How your eyes look up at her with your teeth grazing the bottom knuckle.

Fuck, you love her hands, her fingers. The feeling of her thumb grazing the back of your throat as the rest of her hand cups your chin intoxicates you, not being able to think straight. You begin to suck harder as your eyes flutter shut, wanting to savor the feeling and taste of her thumb. And as an attempt to erase the thought of whose thumb is in your mouth. The slight salty taste mixed with the taste of her nearly makes you drool.

You want more; grabbing her hand, you guided her to replace her thumb with her pointer and middle fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around her fingers as she pushes them further into your mouth. The feeling sends shivers down your spine, eyes rolling back slightly. You feel a spark in your lower abdomen like a lighter trying to ignite a flame.

“Holy fuck,” it comes out as barely a whisper, shock and arousal filling her chest, not intending for you to hear. “You like my fingers down your throat?”

You nod and hum against her in response before she shoves her fingers to the back of your throat, allowing you to swallow onto them. Another groan leaves her chest. She harshly pulls the hair at the base of your skull, making your eyes shoot open and her fingers slip from your mouth, leaving you empty.

Her face lowers to yours to invade your mouth with her tongue again. You graciously accept and moan into her from the sudden shift. She pulls herself off of you with a string of saliva following her lips. You watch as she strips herself of her pants as if they were on fire.

“You gonna fuck me with that mouth?” she asks as she settles into your bed, shoulders resting against your headboard like she belongs there. Like she’s been there a thousand times before.

You give a faux-reluctant nod, shifting to position yourself between her legs. She’s already dripping even without you touching her. The shine of her slick covers her curls and smears to her inner thighs. You’ve never seen her this wet, it makes you salivate. How long has she been wanting you tonight? How long did she wait to text you?

You drag your middle finger from her core to her clit to smear her further. A strong exhale leaves Abby’s nostrils as her eyes shut and teeth grit together.

“Don’t make me fucking wait,” she chokes out.

You restrain your usual quip followed by an eye roll. Mainly because you can’t wait any longer. Feeling her against your tongue emits a moan from both of you. Her head immediately fell back with her mouth agape. You’ve only barely started, yet her breath is already shaking. You latch onto her clit with light suction, swirling lazy and pointed circles into her. The taste of her never fails to intoxicate you. How easily your tongue slips through her makes your legs quiver. Her trembling skin against your hands and shoulders encourages you to be more ruthless. Your tongue steadily laps at her swollen clit as you groan into her.

You can’t help but feel pleased with yourself as you watch the boulder that is Abby Anderson gasp and shudder beneath you.

“Fuck~ you’re always so good at that,” her voice breathy and quivering, unable to get her words out straight. Her praise takes you off guard. It’s not her usual m.o. but you choose not to overthink it. She grabs onto your hair to anchor herself as her hips twitch and buck into you.

Your arm reaches around her leg to attempt to hold her hips down, hand pressing to her lower stomach and hip. Her harsh moan wracks through your room as you plunge your middle finger into her pulsating cunt, mouth still persisting and consistent. You look up to watch her face scrunch and head fall back as her grip in your hair tightens.

“Put another one in,” she rarely whines, but here she is, a gasping and whiny mess beneath you. She’d never go as far as to beg, but this is the closest she has gotten. Her words and harsh breaths feed your ego as well as the strength in your jaw and arm.

Of course, you oblige. Her shaking intensifies, grounding her heels in your mattress to gain leverage to grind against your face and fingers. The curl of your fingers turns her rigid, causing her to pull her bottom lip between her teeth so hard it could bleed. Her abs and arms flexing deliciously, the dim lamp defining her physique more. You can’t help but notice the thin layer of sweat coating her body, the light cascading onto her and painting her gold.

“Don’t—fuck—don’t stop doing that. God I’m already close,” she watches you as you continue to pump into her, curling your fingers perfectly and licking her clit with agonizing precision. Both of her hands pull you into her harder. Her hips grind harshly against your face.

You don’t stop watching her. You can’t. She looks magnetic with her eyebrows raised, red blotchiness hiding her freckles, lip quivering as her mouth gapes open, cursing under her breath, fighting her eyes from rolling back into her skull so she can watch you. Drool streams down your chin and onto your fingers, further lubricating your thrusts. It’s impossible to tell where your saliva ends and her slick begins, both of them mixing into a concoction of pure arousal and primal need; the sloppiness only makes you more lustful. Tension builds and warmth collects in your underwear just from pleasing her. You moan into her core again, sending lightning through Abby’s body.

You watch as her eyes roll back, only the white showing, jaw completely falling slack, and back arching at an impossible angle. Her shaking becomes uncontrollable, legs clamping around your head, cunt contracting around your fingers. She’s cumming, hard. You work her through her orgasm, occasionally feeling harsh twitches from her body until she became limp. When the sensation became too much, she pushed your head off of her and pulled your hair to bring you up to her mouth to kiss you. Her nose and chin slide against yours easily from the amount of each other’s fluids that coat your face, sharing the metallic and sweet taste of her cum.

Your hunger is insatiable, the throbbing in your pants becomes unbearable and all consuming. Her knee pushes against you, shocking you as you didn’t realize you were straddling her leg. A harsh breath pours into Abby’s mouth from the sudden pressure against you, hands flying to her neck and shoulder to steady yourself. Her voice turns into a pleased hum that vibrates your lips.

“I can’t believe you almost didn’t let me come over. You’re so eager tonight,” she lets out nearly as a laugh.

There she is. The person that constantly mocks you and uses her words to demean you. You wish she’d just shut up. It’s embarrassing enough that you let her in your apartment, let alone you basically falling at her feet as her cum is covering your face. Growing impatient, you grind down onto her knee and thigh, the contours of her quad creating the perfect surface for you.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

She hums in amusement, “No.”

You roll your eyes, being reminded of why this is all it will ever be, why it’s all you want it to be,

“Just fuck me already.”

“Bossy.”

She sits up fully and grabs the back of your legs to pull you closer to her hips. Your knees now flush against the mattress, scooting yourself to comfortably straddle her lap. Her hands find the hem of your tank top to yank it off of you, making your breasts fall and bounce slightly from the previous restraint. Without hesitation, Abby kneads one of them and takes the other into her mouth, teeth and tongue grazing your nipple. An involuntary gasp fills your lungs which makes your back arch into her touch. Your hands grab onto her neck and the sides of her face to stop the trembling of your fingers. She looks so at peace as your gasps and heaves continue to echo in the room. She removes her mouth with a pop from releasing her suction. Her eyes meet yours again, deep blue orbs completely covered by the black of her pupils, pulling you in deeper. You pull her face into a kiss to distract yourself from your stomach flipping.

Her hands slide over the arch in your back and onto your ass, cupping and grabbing harshly to pull your hips into a rhythm. Two hard smacks meet the round of your cheek again, earning a yelp from you. A grin stretches across her lips against yours from the embarrassing noise you made. Your pulse makes your clit swell from her agonizing touches. Her nails rake across your ass until she reaches your hips, leaving crescent shaped bruises where her fingers dig into you. Just another thing to remind you of the control she has over you.

“You’re fucking killing me,” you whine into her mouth. You don’t care how pathetic you sound; you can’t take the teasing anymore. She’s always a fucking tease after she finishes.

“You’re so dramatic,” she lets out in a chuckle or a scoff, you can’t quite tell. You don’t have time to figure it out before her hand suddenly slides into your shorts and underwear, where she halts her actions right above your clit.

“This what you want?” asking as if she can’t tell despite your gasp and shaky exhale.

“Please. Yes,” your eyes squeeze shut to avoid seeing her shit-eating grin.

Finally, the large pad of her middle finger drags slow, agonizing circles into your bud. A heavy breath that you didn’t realize you were holding leaves your throat. Her pressure is something nothing and nobody else can replicate. Why does it have to be her that does this to you? Her out of all people.

A string of quiet curses falls from your lips and into her mouth. She’s barely moving. You don’t even have to look at her to know she’s just sitting there, watching you. Watching you, with contentment on her face, become a puddle of frustration as you twitch in her lap. Your clit is still throbbing, her glacial pace causes your hips to twitch and grind against her to feel the friction you craved. She’s fucking infuriating. An involuntary whimper leaves your throat. Before you could try to recover from it, Abby jumps on the opportunity.

“Aw. What’s wrong? Want me to go faster?” Voice drenched in her patronizing tone. Her breath litters over your face which allows you to smell the mouthwash she must have swigged before leaving.

Your pride has completely dissipated, proven by your rapid nodding and string of begging “yes” and “please”. Another sharp smile stretches across her face in satisfaction as her eyes dart across your face to take in your torment. Suddenly, quick and methodical circles are being pressed into your clit. Your hips and thighs start to shake uncontrollably as your grip into her shoulders tightens. The pressure fluttering through your cunt and legs.

“Fuck~ yes—Abby fuck,” you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, your words uncontrollable and drenched in desperation.

Your forehead falls to rest onto hers, eyes shut and lip clenched between your teeth as you focus on the sudden, perfect pleasure you’re experiencing. Before you can adjust to it, she moves her hand to plunge her thick fingers into your soaked cunt. They slide in so easily from the nonstop arousal you’ve felt since you saw her in your doorway. The stretch from her causes sudden electricity to surge through your body. Your eyes roll back into your head and mouth falls open as you let out a humiliating moan. She groans against your cheek in response, other hand flying to your hip to guide you with her movements.

“Oh fuck~ you swallow me so well,” her breathy voice, like gravel covered in satin, brushes against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Her palm grinds against your clit deliciously as you feel her fingers fill every inch of you. The pressure and friction build you up high enough to hold you at the edge. You start grinding into her hand, chasing the electricity you felt, making her fingers press deeper into you. The sounds you’re making would leave you humiliated any other time, but you couldn’t care less right now as you’re filled to the brim with agonizing pleasure.

“Keep grinding into me. Don’t stop ‘til I tell you.”

You begin to whimper as your hips grind harder into her palm. She curls her fingers to finally press into that spot she knows too well. You involuntarily halt as your body trembles from the familiar jolt of lightning going through you again.

“God—”

“I didn’t say stop,” she interrupts your taste of bliss.

Your whimpering becomes staggered as you try to grind your hips again. Finding a pace is nearly impossible as every movement sends a wave of electricity from your core to your legs. She matches your pace by curling and uncurling her fingers which makes the knot in your abdomen tighten. It becomes too much, the never-ending intensity pushing you further and further near the edge.

“I can’t fucking take it—holy fuck Abby.”

Her eyes burn holes in yours as she watches tears well in your eyes and eyebrows raise.

“You’re gonna take what I give you.”

Her words send shocks through your stomach, making the knot snap. Your eyes roll back again, legs and hips trembling and shaking violently. Instead of steadying or slowing her movements, she begins to rapidly move her hand back and forth to vibrate against your clit and walls. Your eyebrows furrow and mouth falls open, body becoming completely rigid. Your head and face fall into the crook of her neck as your pleasure becomes unbearable. The aftershocks never come as all you’re experiencing is a hurricane of hot, white flashes and vibrations wracking through you. Her actions suddenly stop, leaving you shaking and trembling against her. Both of your bodies are covered in a thin sheet of sweat, sticking to each other as you heave into her neck and chest. Your legs are numb, toes tingling when you try to move.

She grabs your hair to yank you away from her neck and forces you to look at her. You jump as her other hand slides out of your shorts, completely soaked from the act she just committed. Fingers plunge to the back of your throat, making you take in the metallic taste of yourself. By muscle memory, you replicate your previous actions, swirling and sucking relentlessly at her digits. She watches you with continued hunger in her stare, eye contact burning into both of you. With her fingers still occupying your mouth, she pulls you in to share the taste of your cum. Your tongues collide as both of you lick and suck at her fingers until they’re clean. She slips her hand away to grab your throat instead.

“I’m not done with you.”

This statement makes your body run cold, preparing yourself for the overstimulation you’re about to experience.

She grabs your wrists and pulls them to position your hands on your headboard. She’s completely caged in. Is she giving you control? She can’t be.

“What are you—"

Before you could finish, she grabs your hips to lift you up so she can slide down, positioning her face right below your heat as you straddle her. She lets out a slight chuckle from hearing your sudden gasp and seeing the blatant wet patch through your shorts. Your legs continue to lightly tremble as you fight to keep yourself hovering above her.

She reached her thumb up to glide down your slit through the soaked fabric “Damn, I really got you huh?”

“God, will you just shut up?”

Her laugh bounces off your walls. She loves how easily she can get a rise out of you. It’s almost too easy.

“Calm down. My mouth will be busy soon enough.”

Her hands grab your hips to pull you down onto her face as she presses a kiss to your clothed clit, making you involuntarily twitch. You’re still sensitive and she fucking knows it. Her tongue flattens against you as she presses a firm, long lick up the center seam of your shorts. The sensation being a dull, prodding torture. You can feel her chin drag against your clit. Even while you’re sensitive, she still knows how to tease you and make you want more. Her touches are too muted, your shorts feeling thicker than before. More in the way.

“Just take them off,” you practically whine.

She hums against you, amused. Her nails rake against your ass before she spanks you with both of her hands. The harsh slap pushes you forward, nearly making you stand on your knees.

“Go on then, take’em off,” she says this as if it were an obvious answer this whole time, patting the side of your hip. Pretending as if she wouldn’t have restrained you for attempting to move over on your own.

You roll off the bed to finally pull the fabric down your legs. You can feel Abby’s eyes scanning your body as your shorts fall to the floor. You actually get a proper look at her now. She looks like a Renaissance painting lying across your bed, golden light covering her body, emphasizing each and every line created by muscle. Like a Greek deity lounging casually as she impatiently waited for you to return to your original position. You’ll never understand how such a beautiful person can be so infuriating and annoying. You should know better than to stare. Her smugness rips through the moment like a razor.

“Yeah, yeah. Stop staring and get back over here.”

You position yourself above her face again, watching as she gets comfortable beneath you. Her eyes meet yours again, piercing this time, full of something wicked that you can’t quite place. Her eye contact doesn’t waiver as she pulls your weight down for you to sit on her mouth. Her tongue connects with your clit immediately. Your eyes betray you and roll back from the sudden sensation. The harsh pressure against your sensitive bud makes your breathing unsteady from the buzzing in your abdomen.

You fall forward slightly, bracing the headboard as an attempt to ground yourself and give you something to hold onto. The new angle only gave Abby more access to your core and applied even more pressure.

“Oh my god~” your voice drawn out, desperate, wrecked.

Abby hums against you accompanied by another hard slap to your ass, soothing it quickly with a squeeze. The vibration from her humming intensifies the pressure of her tongue and slight graze of teeth. You begin to shake again. Her hands knead and grab at your hips and upper thighs to comfort you through the intensity she’s putting you through. The tingling travels through your legs again, rendering you useless from the unstoppable pleasure.

You start to grind your hips slightly, finding the right pace to inch yourself toward the summit you crave. Abby locks you in place, pulling you further down onto her, your full weight now resting on her mouth. She shakes her head side to side rapidly, creating steady vibrations against your clit again. The feeling shoots through you like a bullet.

“Fuck fuck fuck—Abby fuck.” You’re nothing but a gasping, moaning mess as Abby continues her rabid pace against your cunt.

You feel her groan underneath you, feeling and tasting every inch of you. You can’t deny that you love how pretty she sounds like this. How she finds such pleasure from just touching you and tasting you. Your sheer distaste toward her only makes your body crave her more. Each stroke of her tongue, each moan that falls from her lips and onto your cunt pushes you further and further into bliss.

You start grinding onto her again, needing release. You sit up to grab her hair beneath you to steady her movements

“Don’t stop. I swear to god if you stop.”

You can feel Abby smile against you, letting out another chuckle. While the chuckle sent annoyance to your chest, the additional buzzing is all it took to send you over the edge. The blinding, white, hot waves wrack through you again, making you tense and shake uncontrollably. Again, Abby doesn’t relent, only persists. Her arms wrap around your thighs, completely pulling you down and preventing you from moving. Every time your body begins to fall limp, the pressure from your weight falling into her sends you into rigidity again. Your legs and hips shaking continued to push your body into her. Your moans and gasps become louder as the feeling does not stop. Finally, she releases you, allowing you to fall to the side, limp and heaving.

Abby’s smug chuckle hits your ears again as she sits up to face you, eyes raking down the line of your back to your ass.

“Jesus, I don’t think I’ve seen you cum that hard.”

You don’t even have the energy to snap at her. Your limbs feel like jelly. Small twitches thump against your skin. She collapses next to you, laying on her back with her arms up behind her head. Your eyes open lazily to see her face wet and shiny, your cum coating her chin. You can’t help but let out a breathless laugh from how wrecked you are. You roll onto your back to stare at the ceiling.

“I think that was your best so far,” you say followed by another faint laugh.

“How flattering,” she says sarcastically.

She sits up after catching her breath and collects her clothes. You watch as she pulls her shirt on, making you miss your view of endless valleys of skin and muscle. As each layer is added to her body again, her tough exterior accompanies it.

It’s silent. Not awkward. Not charged. Just calm. These are the only times the two of you are at peace. It’s nice. However, it’s fragile.

“Can you hand me my shirt and shorts,” you request flatly. You expect her to say something like “I’m not your bitch” or just a plain “no”, but surprisingly, she tosses you your shirt without any snarky quip.

“You need new shorts. Those are kinda… ruined,” she says as though it’s an apology instead of an achievement. This is new. “Where are your other ones?”

“You—you’re getting me new shorts?” you ask puzzled and hesitantly with a scoff as you sit up.

“Fucking hell, don’t make it a big thing,” immediately annoyed.

Your hands fly up as a surrender, and instead of pressing further, you just point to the top drawer of your dresser. Again, without a word, she grabs a pair, holding them with her eyebrow cocked as a way of asking if they were what you wanted. After you confirm, she tosses them at you.

Pulling her sweatshirt on, she watches you dress. After your head pops out of the neck of your shirt, your eyes meet again, lingering longer than either of you would ever admit to another. Abby’s the one to break it, diverting her gaze to the door.

“Anyways. See you later?” she asks as casually as if this were a study group and you were done for the night. Her lazy excuse of a goodbye.

“Maybe.”

Her eyes roll as she reaches your doorway, “Whatever you say.”

You can hear her footsteps lightly thumping through your apartment followed by your front door opening and closing. The air shifts, only slightly, but still noticeable. Your sheets are still warm from where she was laying. Her scent still lingers. You can still feel her against your skin instead of underneath it.

wow, I went MIA for a HOT minute. getting back into writing, so I'm a bit rusty. let me know what y'all think! there might be a part 2 to this one in the future (I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers or whatever the hell this is, sue me).

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You are on top of her, straddling her thick thighs in a frustrating and steamy make out session. Overwhelmed with the scent of her and the string of saliva that connects your lips when you part to take a breath, you feel the desire to get even closer merge into her even as your chest presses up against her’s. But grinding down onto her and panting into her mouth would have to do for now.

You couldn’t help but slut yourself when you were with her. Not that Sevika ever did complain. She was always generous when you brought up a new thing you wanted to try and gracious when you wanted to stop.

She was respectful on your first dates, chaste kisses on your cheek and walking you to your house in the evenings and offering a hand when you got up or down the stairs.

Then you had sex together for the first time… and Sevika realized just how much you were willing to debauch yourself for her. Her courtship was soon juxtaposed the weight of her hips knocking against yours, thighs rubbing against one another, and desperate whines and pants into the night.

Tonight you’re on top and Sevika’s hand gropes your ass. Pants off and strewn away somewhere between the bed and the floor, you’re just in a t-shirt and panties. Her finger plays with the waistband, dipping underneath and tugging playfully as you two make out. Her thighs are thick and muscular, and delightfully stimulating for your clothed cunt to grind on. You are sure you’re she can feel how wet you are through her sweatpants. Your hands splay across her abdomen, tracing her v line, running your nails lightly across.

Sevika’s finger starts tracing the seam of your panties, down the center and closer to your ass.

First it was subtle and you barely paid any mind to it. You were playing your own game with your hand on the base of her neck, squeezing the sides ever so gently, delighting in watching her eyelids flutter and droop slightly every time.

But then you feel her finger trace your hole, that tight muscle that clenches every time your clit drags deliciously on her thigh. When she presses down, you whimper into her neck, gasping as she spreads the wetness from your pussy to your hole.

“Sevika,” you whine. “That feels…soo— uughhh!”

Her lips press against your head as she coos and shushes you. “Baby, it’s ok,” she says, as she goes slowly, torturously slow, “You’re okay.”

Your pussy pulses with need, and you are sure Sevika can feel the wet heat of your pussy leaking everywhere and the little bit of drool that escapes from your mouth and onto her shoulder blade. Your hands twitch as you struggle to decide what to hold onto, the sheets, her bicep, to hold something to satiate this. Sevika notices this.

“Squeeze your tits for me, love,” she nudges her nose against your head. You meet her gaze, and you feel her grey irises burning into yours. Panting, fumbling up to your chest and grasping the hem of your shirt to take it off, and you hold your eye contact as you grope yourself, grind on her.

Sevika’s eyes tear away from yours, leaning back, and takes in the way your tits press together, your hips rocking back and forth.

“God I love it when you slut yourself out for me.”

divider by @kthice

~author's note~

hello! this is my first public fanfic drabble! many things have been in the works, but I really wanted to start getting my writing out in the world. I hope you enjoy!

#sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika smut #arcane fanfic #arcane #sevika x f!reader #kwn #sapphic

thechocodoll

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐟!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲

mdni. reader is afab. modern au.

#abby anderson x reader #⋆｡ ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ cyan's recs ｡⋆ ☾⋆

save-the-child-qamar

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.

save-the-child-qamar

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.

save-the-child-qamar

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.

cyanbeforeblue

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elyon-art

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 I´m managing it :D

cyanbeforeblue

nom nom nom

#sevika x reader #arcane fanart

tareqayad7

Reality Of Living Hell

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.

cyanbeforeblue

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fraisescore

contains masturbation, sevika thinking about reader, sexual frustration, desperate sevika.

words: 1.7k

—Getting 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. You’re curled up against Sevika’s side, your body warm and heavy from cheap wine and too much cake at Mel’s party with all of you guys coworkers.

Sevika sits stiffly beside you, pretending like she’s looking out the window, but really she’s trying to remember how to fucking breathe.

Your head is on her shoulder at first. Innocent, soft. She nearly dies on the spot. It’s the kind of contact she’s 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 Sevika’s heart is beating like she just ran laps.

You sigh, a low breath through your nose, and you don’t move. Stay into her side like you belong there, like it’s not unraveling something dangerous in her gut.

Sevika swallows hard, her jaw clenches, she stares straight ahead. You’ve never touched her like this before.

You’re 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.

It’s 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 Sevika’s 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. She’s 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 you’re doing to her.

Or maybe you do. Maybe that soft sigh you let out is on purpose. Maybe you’re pretending to be asleep while you press your face right there, just to see what she’ll do. Maybe you know that Sevika’s 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. She’s going to hell. She’s going to hell and you’re dragging her there face-first.

Sevika stares down at you like you’re 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 you’re 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 slightly—if your lips parted and touched her there.

She exhales through her nose, slow and shaky.

You’re asleep, she reminds herself. Out cold. You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re tired, probably tipsy. This isn’t anything. You’re not teasing her. You’re 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 it’s enough to drag your mouth even closer to where she’s most desperate. Close enough that she swears she can feel your breath through denim.

Her underwear is soaked. It’s 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 there—

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. You’re not gonna cum in a fucking Uber just because she fell asleep on you.

But her pulse is throbbing between her legs, and her breathing’s gone shallow, and her thighs keep clenching like she’s 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, she’s pathetic.

And you’re not even doing anything.

Finally— after twenty fucking minutes, she wakes you up at the sight of your building apartment.

“Hey,” 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 didn’t just spend the last twenty minutes suffocating her will to live. “Mmh?”

“We’re here,” she says, low and quiet. “Your place.”

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 doesn’t. 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 could’ve happened if you’d 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.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say, soft. “And for letting me… you know. Collapse on you.”

“Anytime,” Sevika rasps. It comes out too fast, too rough. She clears her throat, tries again. “It’s fine. You were tired.”

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 it’s muscle memory. Like her legs just know to carry her behind you when you’re 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. “Good night, Vika”

She swears she feels it, Vika, like a tug behind her navel. No one calls her that but you.

“Night,” she manages. Her voice is gravel, her hands are fists at her sides.

The door shuts. She’s 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 doesn’t help. It doesn’t 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. She’s been dripping wet since you laid your fucking head in her lap.

“Ten more minutes,” she mutters to herself, eyes squeezed shut.

She’s gonna make it.

She has to.

Because if she doesn’t, she’s 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 she’s inside, it’s like her body takes over.

Jacket flung somewhere, belt undone, she doesn’t even make it to the bedroom, just stumbles toward the couch like she’s 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 ear—“Good night, Vika.”

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 doesn’t even bother pulling them off.

One finger. That’s all it takes.

She moans.

It’s raw. Ripped from her throat like she’s been holding it in for months—because she has.

Then she drags her two fingers through the mess, breath catching, hips jerking. She’s 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 doesn’t say it out loud. She can’t. 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 what’s 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 back’s off the couch. She chokes out another breath, fast and sharp, and keeps rubbing harder, sloppier, chasing it like she’s gonna die if she doesn’t 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.

“Good night, Vika.”

She cums fast. So fast it knocks the air out of her.

“Ohh—fuck—” she gasps, legs snapping tight around her hand as the orgasm rips through her like it’s been waiting.

Her mouth falls open. She’s still panting. She doesn’t stop.

The aftershocks make her twitch, her hips bucking helplessly into her palm like her body’s 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.

You’re probably asleep in your bed, dreaming of something soft and simple.

And Sevika’s on her couch, fingers still buried in her soaked underwear, chest heaving, whole body aching for someone she’s not even allowed to touch.

Pathetic.

She lets her head fall back. Breathes.

One more minute.

@riotstemple29

#sevika x reader #⋆｡ ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ cyan's recs ｡⋆ ☾⋆

venomvalley-deactivated20250612

NEON CARNIVORES

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!!

-> READ ON AO3 | ARCANE MASTERLIST

Saturday morning rolls around with a blare of your work alarm—an early shift to cover for your sick coworker, with the added bonus of overtime for this pay period.

Sevika isn’t 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. She’s 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.

thehoneybeestings

beautiful, beautiful, and oh-so-sexy. delicious, even!

#sevika x reader #⋆｡ ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ cyan's recs ｡⋆ ☾⋆

princesssmars

i wanna be your bitch!

a vi x reader.

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.

#⋆｡ ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ cyan's recs ｡⋆ ☾⋆#vi x reader

sinstear

small blurb based on this collab ♡

“don’t you look so pretty, baby?” abby’s voice rings out from behind you, dripping with lust and sultry like honey. you couldn’t 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.

“uh huh,” you nodded, fluttering your eyes open, lashes sticky with tears.

“can’t even see yourself, too fucked out, huh?” 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. “c’mon, baby, open your eyes and look at how fucking messy you are”

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.

“yeah, such a fucking messy girl. bet your pussy is soaked” 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. “little slut loves getting both holes stuffed, huh?”

“by y-you,” was all you could choke out, weak and fucked out.

“that’s right. only i get to fill both your pretty holes. stuff you so good that it’s all you think when you’re alone, touching yourself to the thought of me” 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. “oh, you’re dirty” she muses, gripping your neck tighter.

“just for you, baby” you giggled deliriously, thighs twitching and panting heavily once she’s slipping her hand between your legs, groaning loudly into your neck when her fingers find your clit, soaked and dripping on the sheets. “fuck,”

“what did i say? soaked. having my cock in your ass turns you on real bad doesn’t it, princess?” was she being condescending? you weren’t sure, but as long as she was touching and fucking you like this, you’d let her do whatever she wants. “think you can cum on my cock while i play with your pussy like this?”

“yes,”

“dirty slut, of course you can”

#abby anderson x reader #⋆｡ ˚ 𓇼 ˚｡⋆ cyan's recs ｡⋆ ☾⋆

sevsdollette

quickie at work with trans sevika ;) no established relationship but they've definitely fucked before. coworkers with benefits, yk?

warnings for: smut, making out, clothed sex, breeding kink, creampie, brattaming?

not proofread. MDNI and men go away

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sadiesdoll

GRIND ‘TIL YOU CRY.

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