October 31st, known around the globe as Halloween…a night of thrills, spookiness, excitement and a lot of surprises. Most people spent their evenings walking the sidewalks and scouring the neighborhood for generous homes that were passing out handfuls of delicious candies. Some were on a bender with their friends at a party, dressed in scantily clad costumes as they downed their weight in Casamigos and Cutwater…and then there was (y/n) (l/n)….
“Girl, I’m so ready for tonight. You know all the rich dudes in the city finna’ be out spending money.”
“On God, my rent due tomorrow. I’m tryna’ make that shit for this month and the next.”
“Okay? Cause I ain’t tryna see this place for at least a week..”
“Girl please. Y’all know these niggas don’t be on shit ‘round here. Ain’t got no type of motion…if you want ‘em to spend some real coin, Dollhouse is the place to be at.”
whilst everyone else was indulging in their treats, you were preparing to get tricked on by a bunch of men with expendable income to burn. The Palace was a place known by many for housing some of the most talented, beautiful and finest dancers in [location name]. It had been home to several infamous music videos and helped launch the careers of several girls who were now killing it on social media as influencers or dancing professionally in other forms. You’d begin working here just a little over a year and a half ago. What started as a quick way to get you out of a financial bind, quickly turned into your full time job to help fund a business and put yourself through school and it’s been one hell of an experience to say the least. In that time, you’d touch a lot of money, made some new friends, some enemies and even had suitors try and get to know you outside of the neon lights and cash covered floors. However, something told you that tonight was going to be one like you’d never experienced. See, the club decided it would be a great idea to go with a theme for the evening, sparing no expense for decorations and guest appearances to ensure they attracted nothing but the finest crowd. The theme in question? Alice in Wonderland. The classic film that was stacked with mystical and equally creepy elements. Most of the girls had opted for an adultified, scantily clad, Fashion Nova version of the main character’s costume.
you, on the other hand, decided to do a far sexier version of the Cheshire Cat. Body painting yourself pink and darkish magenta stripes and glitter to accent it with a color matched bikini and hot pink Pleasers strapped around your legs. You’d even acquired an attachable tail and ears to really sell it.
“What about you, (Y/N)? ‘You excited for tonight?” One of your dear colleagues would ask as you sat opposite of the group, nursing a glass of alcohol and finishing up your hair…taking the rollers from the reddish pink bussdown attached to your head.
“Girl yes. Excited for it to be over…you know people like to come in here act the ass on holidays. I just hope nobody starts anything.”
truth be told, you loved this day. The dressing up, the spooky stuff, candy, the endless amount of movies you can binge and especially the parties. But it wasn’t lost on you how ignorant people could get when they populated in large crowds and consumed substances. And don’t let a weapon be involved, that was an entirely different beast in and of itself….your nervous system couldn’t take it. But alas, you hoped that this evening wouldn’t leave you an utter wreck.
“I hear you, boo. But let’s not focus on that dumb shit…let’s just go out there and get this money, okay?”
“Yeah, you right..”
nonetheless, you couldn’t dwell on what could possibly happen. Instead, you just need to put all of your energy into performing right now and making anyone who watched spend as much as their hard earned dollars as possible. Little did you know, for one patron tonight…..that would be of no consequence and you were going to be the lucky winner.
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“Welcome to the Palace’s 2025 HallowBash…tonight, we got some real talented ladies taking the stage, ready to put on a show. Thank y’all for popping out and showing love. We gon’ be keep the ball rolling and the ass shaking..”
Some time had passed since the club opened its doors for the night and it was by far the busiest anyone had ever seen this place. People were lined up outside, piled into every section with bottle girls stepping all over people to get to where they needed to be. Everyone was dressed up in some form or fashion…..sporting creepy costumes, obscure characters to sexy variants of pop culture icons. Drinks were pouring, hookah smoke clouding the atmosphere and bright lights beamed off of every wall.
“Told you this place was great. Look at all these hotties, man…I’m telling you, I’m gonna blow my entire month’s salary in here. Not like we won’t make it back in a day or two.”
“Tch’…you’re so easily impressed, it’s actually cute. Although I do have to agree…there’s some beautiful ladies. But no one’s who caught my eye just yet…I hope that’ll change.”
“My bad, ‘almost forgot who I was talking to…it takes a lot to please your ‘refined palette’..”
“What can I say? I have expensive taste…surely someone here is worth the price.”
it was (Y/N)’s turn to hit the stage next and unbeknownst to you, as you lurked behind the curtain…awaiting your announcement, there was someone else who shared that desire to be swept from their feet, per say. Taken off guard and surprised by what they saw on the stage. Meanwhile, you were hoping that the new skills, dances and this insane getup would catch the eye of some wealthy financier who was willing to not only throw out some serious coin but meet you in a back room and spend more. You didn’t have time to entertain small fish tonight! Alas, both of your subconscious anxieties would be quelled as the DJ took the mic again after a brief intermission..
“Alright, next up to the stage is a lady who hardly needs an intro….her moves, her beauty and that booty speaks all for itself. One of the best to ever do it here at Palace with only a year in the game….a crowd and personal favorite. Put y’all fucking hands together for (dancer name)!”
with that, the crowd…filled to the brim with both newcomers and regulars began to erupt in cheer as the lights dimmed a shade of hot pink and (insert song) began to play. Most girls rushed towards the pole, heels blazing; eager to get the dance done and over with. But you liked the lead up to the routine…the hungry, desperate glare in their eyes as you twirled around, making your ass clap and jump, feeling and touching up on yourself….truly mastering the art of seduction. See, you never performed your most powerful tricks too early. Nine times out of ten, they were only here to see you flash your tits anyways. But for those who truly appreciated it, you’d put on a display like none other. You’d continue your routine, doing splits on the elongated metal, earning loud pops from those observing. Climbing up a short distance, only to come back down and continue dancing. A deviant smile on your face as you teased the onlookers with a potential flashing of those big, perky tits. Although it took less than five minutes for the stage to become flooded with dollar bills, you let them know it wasn’t nearly enough and they wanted to see more, they better have made it worth your while. As the track began to pick up and some provocative lyric was uttered, you’d bend over…mimicking the imagery of spreading yourself open with a hand between those thighs and that ass on full display. The illusion of the painted stripes mesmerizing them. Who knew a cat could look this damn good?!
“Shit…she’s sexy, isn’t she?”
“Let’s see what else she can do..”
Now that everyone was engaged, ready to really see you perform….you'd head back to the pole. “Oh shit! Here she go…get ready!”
you’d take a hard spin around, transitioning into a tornado twirl that eventually ended with your legs butterflying open. You’d flay them around, almost fluid like as your core strength controlled that upper half. That’s when it would happen…
The peering eyes that you’d felt glaring at you throughout the duration of this routine finally met your own gaze. Even though they were concealed behind a mask, it didn’t take long for you to recognize who they belonged to. After all, you couldn’t forget them even if you tried!
The mysterious patron kept a close watch as you began to close out your show..lowering their head with a slight smirk, picking up the chilled glass of liquor to nurse it yet again. It was as if they were waiting for a final piece…a grand ending that would shock everyone, including yourself. And once you had the confirmation you needed, you’d give them exactly that. Going up to the highest point, twisting yourself to an almost inverted position, keeping a firm grasp, (Y/N) awaited the beat drop as the audience sang along, and when it happened:
“Holy shit! Did she just—“
“Did you see that?!”
“She’s insane, what the fuck?!”
a soft chuckle left the lips of the mystery person, seeming to be more than pleased with your maneuvers.
“That’s my girl….you always did know how to get my attention.”
you’d come down dangling head first. Only to flip yourself upwards halfway and fall into a hard split….causing the whole place to erupt and money to fall from the ceiling. Fifties, tens and even a few hundreds littered your view. But perhaps the largest payout would come when finally, your secret admirer stood their feet, heels clicking as they strutted towards the stage with almost three bands in a stack. You’d crawl towards the edge on all fours, emulating the creature you were dressed up as. That long tail and your thick backside poking out as they neared you. The mystery person, whose identity you were certain of at this point, would tug you close and shove their tongue into your mouth, leaning over to stuff loose bills on the sides of your thong. Claiming dominion over you and that pretty little body right there in front of the entire club! All of the men began to cheer when they realized they were witnessing two girls making out and their horny little brains couldn’t take it.
“I knew you’d come back for me.”
“And let someone else take what’s mine? Not a chance..”
“…let’s go to the back.”
Finally, the song would conclude and everyone would be left in awe. Not only of your skills but those but that little showcase as well. She’d help you readjust until you were sitting upright and on your feet. With that, the two of you would traipse hand in hand through the crowd…hers clutching a bit tighter as to make sure you didn’t leave her sight.
“Enjin, tell Boss I won’t be coming back tonight. I have something I need to take care of.”
you’d peer over to your right to see a tall blonde man, littered with tattoos you could see courtesy of his tattered shirt, as he was dressed as Freddy Kruger. He’d smirk at his companion and your company for the rest of the evening, who wore an all white two piece; cropped and revealing her toned midriff with a pair of loose fitting pants that dangled on her waist to reveal a butterfly tattoo on her right hip. A long fur lined trenchcoat flung across her shoulders, covering her body and that gold trimmed mask was positioned around her curly blonde pixie cut. She was stunning…was and always would be in your eyes. As the two of you navigated the crowd, neither of you uttered a single word. Nothing needed to be explained or even said….and you couldn’t wait until she got you alone.
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“..S-sem!..Fuck, wait—“
“Unt uh..I’m not waiting on shit. Keep those legs open and quit squirming..”
it took absolutely no time at all for old habits to transpire as you guys finally made it behind private, closed doors. The backrooms, surrounded by plus couches, deep red wallpaper and a constant gaze of smoke that lingered from previous visitors. Another pole dangled from the ceiling to the base of the floor and a table sat in the corner, decorated with a chilled bottle of Brandy with shot glasses to accompany it. In here, nothing was off limits. Although it wasn’t directly advertised as a place where sexual favors could be exchanged, it was sort of an unspoken rule among the dancers to always try and keep the ‘extra curriculars’ within the club if they chose to partake, at least for safety purposes. Ironically, it was always the shy ones with a larger budget to spend who would solicit these services; some a bit nerdy but cute and others pretty damn handsome. They usually lurked in the back of the club, occasionally tossing out a few hundreds until they found the dancer that struck their fancy. The lucky girl would come back the next night and brag about how she not only got paid but got fucked senseless by a total gentleman who knew the meaning of consent and respect. Tonight, you were among that chosen few. However, your ‘John’ wasn’t a man at all and she certainly was no stranger in your life.
“Oh my God… Sem’ stop, that’s not funny! ‘m gonna come if you don’t quit playing..”
“Oh? Cause you keep giggling your lil’ ass off everytime I touch you.”
So who exactly was this mystery lady?….her name? Semiu Grier. She was your senior in college and at the job you held prior to working here. A super intelligent upperclassman that took an instant liking to the wet behind the ears newbie with not a clue of how to navigate this wicked world. You had just left home and needed some money fast if you wanted to maintain your independence. That’s when you got hired at a local medical supply office as you were both studying nursing at the time. She had been lead receptionist since freshman year and you were her pupil…she struck you as no nonsense, very organized and collected. She wasn’t a woman of many words and she certainly didn’t do crowds, but her presence alone commanded attention. You’d never seen anyone like her and immediately, you were smitten. However, it didn’t take long for her to reciprocate the feeling either. She saw how shy and vulnerable you were so without hesitation, she took you underneath her wing…it wasn’t long before the two of you blossomed into something far more complex. What began as an innocent crush between a clueless, innocent young woman and her older mentor…grew into a fiery, passionate romance that exceeded all of your expectations of what love should be. You hadn’t been in many relationships and definitely not with a woman but she gave you pleasure like you’d never known, spoiled you beyond relief and made certain you never knew what it meant to struggle. Becoming down right obsessed and possessive over her little lady. However, as fate would have it, Semiu’s true occupation as the third in command for a large criminal organization came to light and not wanting to put you in any danger, she called it quits. Overcome with grief of seeing your beloved everyday and not being able to have her really did a number on you. You quit the office job and began working here shortly after because you still needed the money. Not to mention, the fast paced lifestyle provided a nice distraction. But now that you were back in her clutches and right where she wanted you, there was no way in hell she was ever letting go!
Lying flat on your back with your legs spread, Semiu traced her fingertips down the center of your torso. Delicately touching and teasing all of your sensitive spots. It was as if your body hadn’t forgotten a single one either…her plush lips, painted in red, immediately took home on your throat, causing your head to fall backwards. Meanwhile, those nimble digits found their way to your center, after teasing that swollen clit relentlessly…nestled two fingers deep into your silky cunt. “Ahhh!—fuck, yeah…” “Ooh…she misses mama, doesn’t she, baby? I bet you still can’t get yourself off after all this time. Feels so tight.”
She would be correct too! Having pampered you in more ways than one….you couldn’t reach a climax unless she was the one making it happen. You’d attempt to pull Semiu’s face towards your own, hoping for a comforting, slow yet passionate peck. But instead, you were met with the aggressive clutch of her free hand on your jaws and her tongue being shoved into your mouth. Growling and moaning into the barrage of sloppy kisses…forced out by those digits working you over down between your thighs. She was pumping so fast, it took no time at all for arousal to form. That sweet, creamy white substance building up around her rings. You were panting, whimpering and begging for her to let you release already but the only thing you got was a hand to the throat and a stern glare.
“Let me come! I can’t hold it—“
“I know damn well you ain’t tryna’ tell me what to do..must’ve taken one too many bumps off that pole. This my pussy, it’ll come when I say so..I won’t repeat myself either.”
and you knew she meant business. Two things Semiu Grier didn’t play were a messy house and a mouthy girlfriend. You learned very early on that you weren’t about to argue with that one. It was her way or none at all. Especially in the bedroom..she rarely if ever let you too but honestly, you preferred it that way.
“Besides, sugar. I know what’s best for you..I always have. Taking charge has never been your strongest suit.” Whilst still fingering you, she’d use that other set to snatch your bra down and reveal those perky tits that had been thinly concealed by the latex material. Your nipples were erect, begging to be latched onto. She’d give them both a hard squeeze before slithering her tongue around them and suckling to her heart’s content. You knew better than to interfere because this was all for her gratification…her selfish desires and fantasies. The most you could do was run your fingertips across her hair as a semblance of comfort. “Semi, baby!..that feels so good, I swear to God, you’re gonna make me fucking squirt in your—ahh fuck!”
in the midst of your declaration, you’d find your legs cradled up and in one fell swoop, pinned back behind your head, nearly sending you over the edge and giggling yet again. She wasn’t trying to hear any of that right now. Like she’d said, you’ll come when she deems it appropriate. For now, it seemed she couldn’t decide what she wanted to do with you…moving from one thing to the next. Seeming absolutely insatiable and erratic.
“Since you got so much damn energy to talk, hold those legs back and keep ‘em out of my way.”
Letting those fingers remain plunged to the hilt, you’d do exactly as instructed and Semiu maneuvered so that her face was now in line with your slit. That sensitive little bud was protruding out and that spasming hole yearned for her. And she too had a craving for your sweet nectar…wanting to lap, lick and suck until she drained you dry. Lobbing spit onto that already juicy center, she’d begin swirling her tongue around…glazing those slippery folds and fat pussy lips with her saliva. Making her suck her teeth and moan whilst devouring you.
“Mmmm….that’s it, baby. Let it out…ooh, I know it’s what you needed.”
hearing you sniffle and cry from how overly sensitive you were. You knew she always ate pussy as if her life deepened on it but this was just another level. Sloppily making out with your plump cunt, taking those fingers out just to envelop the entire mound with her mouth and sucking those premature juices between her jaws only to lean up and spit it into yours. She was making so many noises, cursing and calling out your name, which wasn’t like her at all.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do this again?…you owe me…”
You didn’t know what to do with yourself honestly…all you could do was watch in utter disbelief and amazement at how feral your ex lover was becoming. The usually cool, calm and collected Semiu was completely unhinged, spanking your asscheeks and spreading them apart with such force. She was always so suave and calculated with her movements, able to send you into utter bliss with little to no effort. But right now, it felt as if she had something to prove!
“Semmmm…pleaseeee! ‘M so sorry, but I can’t hold it anymore.”
“That don’t sound like asking for permission to me…I taught you better than that.”
Still suckling on your quivering pussy, your voracious ex lover leaned up, circulating a thumb pad on your clit and would not allow it to release until she heard a sufficient response.
“Say it…the way you used to. Or you’ll keep holding it..”
that stern, icy glare returned and sent a shiver up your spine. Suddenly, it was as if your brain recollected just how well trained she had you. Feeling those tight bundle of nerves tense up, (y/n) would plead with the older woman; a look of pure dishevelment on your face yet your glossy eyes and half cocked smile screamed that you loved it. You loved being bossed and tousled around like some helpless doll..bending at her whim.
“Please mama…fuckkkk..I need it. I need to come for you, so hard. I—“
just then, you’d feel that thumb rolling around like a switch trying to activate something within you. You’d continue to plead until she finally cracked a smirk herself. “Mmm, I guesss..why not? You look like you’re about to explode.” Breaking into a full blown maniacal cackle as she finally removed those fingers that were plugging your entrance, giving you a hard slap across those folds before coaxing it out. Soon, that entire couch was flooded in an array of your sweet release. A stream of warm squirt spilling and flying everywhere. You’d felt as if someone had not only let the flood gates open but as if they’d let the air out of your lungs too; waiting what felt like forever with baited breath for the wish you so desired. Finally, you’d find the strength to let out that loud cry you’d been holding in and if the walls weren’t insulated as much as they were, the entire club would’ve heard you.
Nonetheless, Semiu seemed unphased as per usual..rather enjoying the sight of you falling apart at her whim.
“Damn…and you got it all over my costume.” That tone is as calm as ever with a hint of facetiousness behind it. You’d giggle, biting your fingertip as you tried to revel in the midst of your afterglow. However, she wasn’t letting you off the hook that easily. “I didn’t mean to, promise..” being cheeky and cute, even more so with that adorable feline getup you had on…knowing she’d just forgive you in an instant.
“You’re sorry, huh? Well lucky you, I have a surprise..” standing to her feet, Semiu would begin to strip from those now sullied garments, exposing her own nude body. Still as toned and sexy as ever..those tits are still so pretty and delectable. But that wasn’t the focal point of your attention…no, when she pulled down those slacks, gliding them down her hips, you’d see something spring out. That would explain the loose fitting bottoms and overly large coat. Almost as if she knew she’d run into you. Even so, you didn’t say a word or even question it. Instead, you’d lie there still exposed, biting at your lower lip.
“I know that look…you’re getting all happy but if you think I’m letting you off easy, you’ out of your mind..”
but she knew it was of no use…nothing was getting through to that thick little skull of yours. And instead, she’d have to fuck you back in line. That domineering forcefulness was what you got riled up. Nothing made you wetter than being manhandled by this beautiful specimen of a woman. With her tits swaying, Semiu would grasp your ankle and drag you to the edge, making you yelp like a helpless puppy. But trust, you were exactly where you wanted to be.
She’d meet your gaze yet again and this time, she was the one in complete control. Bearing all of her weight across your thick frame. She’d secure those legs behind your head before tapping that tip onto your sensitive folds. Grasping the top of your head, the slender framed woman made sure that all of your focus was on her as she dredged the artificial cock across your slit…watching those legs tremble in anticipation and your lower lip tuck in between your teeth.
“Pl—please Sem’... .don't do this. Fuck meee..”
“I hear a lot of whining but not enough begging going on…must not want it too bad..”
she was nonchalant as ever…slowly dredging it across that mound and back over your clit; her fingers still clutching your head but she didn’t even look in your direction. Just another tactic to get under your skin…but as always, you relented and gave in. Pleading with her to just release all of that pent up aggression…all of that anger with herself for letting you go. Running your fingers down the side of her face, you’d whimper to your ex in hopes of softening her but instead…
“…Alright…whatever you say.”
you were met with that deviant, sadistic smirk of a woman who was hellbent on watching you crumble underneath her. Grasping the top of your head with one hand and the shaft of that strap with the other, she’d guide it into those wet folds…without gentleness or ease either.
“What’s the face for, baby? This is what you requested, right?” Mocking your gasp and stunned expression. Clutching a firm hand around your jaw, Semiu would make her first big thrust, just to get you acclimated to the shape and to satisfy her own ego, knowing she was about to have you climbing these walls. Bending down and through gritted teeth, she’d utter with a laugh before cutting it off:
“Then act like it and let me have this pussy.”
immediately, she’d begin the deep, fast paced descent into your pussy. Thrusting in and out as if it were nothing. Those tattooed hips bucked and snapped with each stroke..the next rougher than the last as well as her heavy handed slaps. (Y/N) moaned and whimpered, writhing around on that thick plastic…your legs kept springing open, that frame jolting with each stroke and those plump, painted tits bouncing up and down.
“Oh fuck! Yes Sem..right there!..” tears streaming down your face from the brute impact of her fucking. Her toxic trait was that once she got started, she had no idea how to let up until she saw a shaking, quivering mess. Until she heard you cry and beg for the sweet release of an orgasm… growling as she fed you a sultry, passionate kiss, Semiu soon replaced her tongue with those same fingers that had made place inside of you earlier, making you gag on the gold rings placed on every finger.
“This is what you’re supposed to look like…eyes in the back of your head, begging for me to fuck you stupid.”
just like that, you’d become ensnared in her trap again with no chance of leaving those clutches. Semiu pounded into you with absolute force, listening to the sounds of those squishy walls sucking her in and the juices flailing about. She was as focused as ever, determined to make you reach ecstasy at her hands. Watching you gag on those jewelry laces digits, she’d cackle at the sight of you drooling; speeding up her movements until she was rewarded with your tears and the pawing at her tits. You were hoping for comfort but instead, your hands were smacked away and she’d merely mock you with whiny moans.
“Please Sem, please!—you’re such a hypocrite, darling. Always acting like you don’t want it but begging for more. Make up your mind. Make up your mind right now or you won’t come.”
Without hesitation, you’d begin pleading for that sweet release. Looking into her eyes with utter desperation and luckily for you, she was feeling a bit more generous than previous times. Sometimes, she’d feed you strokes for nearly an hour straight with no remorse. Leaning up, Semiu would regurgitate a lob of saliva and spit it back onto your folds and clit, circulating her thumb pad around it.
“Count from five..slow. You can let it out then and not a second sooner.”
Pacing herself as she rubbed counterclockwise. You’d begin heaving and panting, your chest rising but your face nearly blank from being so overstimulated. You’d do exactly as she said and around the three mark, she’d speed up both her hand and toy movements, drilling that creamy cunt for any last bits it contained, you’d begin to spurt out a little splash but you’d clamp down to show your resolve. As a final act of torture, she’d grip your throat, knowing how much it turned you on.
“You’re almost there…breathe..”
“T-two..”
“Just a little longer…”
“One! Fuck—one! Please let me come!”
“Let it out, sweetheart. Make that pretty pussy squirt for me the way you used to.”
with that, you’d let out a loud, breathy cry along with all those pent up juices you’d been withholding. Leave yet again another mess. Having being pushed out, Semiu would take the opportunity to lap up that stream and garner a mouthful. Once she did, she’d take the opportunity to exchange some with you, spitting it back into your mouth with a nasty kiss. As you rode out the orgasm, she’d pat your face and coax you down. Once you came to, you’d be met with the comforting gaze you were used to and not the one of a madwoman set on making you suffer. That was the Semiu you knew and loved.
“…my love, my love…look at you.”
cupping your own breasts for comfort, (Y/N) began to laugh. Not out of mockery but shock…shock from experiencing something only she could give you.
“Listen…whatever I did, I’m sorry. But goddamn…you’ve never fucked me like that.” Stating so matter of factly. Unable to fathom why she was so unhinged tonight. But alas, you had nothing to apologize for.
“No, I’m the one that should be apologizing…” another side of her you’ve never witnessed. Cradling you in her grasp, Semiu began to coo to you, stroking the side of your face.
“For someone so smart, I’ve been pretty damn stupid. I let you go and I never should've made that mistake….I’m sorry, (Y/N).”
finally, she’d meet you with one final kiss and this time, it lingered on until both of you felt as if the air had left your lungs. “But I won’t let it happen again, I swear…I love you.” In that moment, your eyes would begin to well and you felt like that same young girl she’d met years ago. Vulnerable, soft and in need of the one person who made you feel safe,
“Semi…I love you too. Don’t leave me again.”
merely chuckling, she’d hook her pinky around yours and place a gentle kiss atop your forehead.
“Swear on my life…now let’s get the hell out of here, and get you cleaned up. The night is still young…” knowing that this was merely the beginning of her antics. “Besides, I got some people I wanna introduce you to.” And in that moment, you couldn’t help but to tease her.
“Oh? Like your boyfriend I saw you with earlier? He’s cute.”
Earning you the nastiest side eye and snack of her teeth she could muster.
“Sounds like you ain’t learned nothing…maybe I’ll have to go a little harder next time.” “I’m kidding! I’m kidding.” Hoping to smooth it over with that adorable giggle and more pecks. But in her eyes, there was nothing you could do wrong…not now and not ever. Although this night was one of tricks, deceit and bad luck, Semiu felt extremely lucky..knowing that she got the ultimate prize and that no one else could ever claim you!
The forest howled with the sound of the wind — or perhaps it was her. Sevika ran through the trees, claws digging into the dirt, slatey fur streaked with mud and rain. The scent had lured her for miles: rich, old, and sweet as spilled wine. Not prey. Not quite human. Something ancient....
content notice: light smut, married!melvika, nigerian!mel, jamaican!sevika, suggestive dancing, hard packing, suggestive dancing, chest taping, patwa, pidgin, making out, strap sucking, realistic strap, open ending, intoxication (both are buzzed but not blackout drunk), top!sevika, bottom!mel.
a/n: i am NAWT caribbean (like 1/8 jamaican on my dad's side), and have never played mas nor been to Carnival. I did research to the best of my ability and am more than willing to admit I absolutely could have gotten things wrong here. That said, I hope that whatever errors exist aren't too distracting and that you can enjoy this still.
"Baby, sharp sharp now! We no go find a good spot!" Mel called down the hall. In the kitchen, Elora, Shoola, and Sky were still pregaming, knocking back cocktails of what was sure to be four times as expensive once they actually joined the procession. Meanwhile, Sevika was still in their room, and Mel couldn't figure out for the life of her why. "You need help?"
"Be outta eena ah second!"
"Maybe she jeh-hic- she jeh shy, o!" offered Shoola, already wining and twerking to Traffic Blocking by Degree while Sky wined behind her. Mel smiled good-naturedly and plucked the can of red stripe from her friend. The taller woman giggled and swooned before falling into a seat at their kitchen bar. "Whew, my eyebor turnin'!"
"Elora," Mel sighed, clapping her hands. "You no dey shayo, jo get these two in the front and call Uber?"
Like she always did, good, dependable Elora nodded emphatically and corralled the two turnt women out the front door, a mess of feathers and drunkenness. The house was noticeably less quiet, save for Red Rat's Tight-Up Skirt playing on the JBL. She sighed and picked up the speaker on her way down the hall to the master bedroom.
"Sevika!" Mel huffed, annoyed as she pushed open their bedroom door. There, Sevika was, mid-roll of the tape, the rest of her costume askew. Mel raked her eyes over appreciatively. Clearly, her commission on the matching set had been well spent. Throwing her hands to the side, Sevika let out an exasperated sigh.
"Wud yuh mind?"
Mel giggled and gently pried the roll from her wife's grasp and held her hand out for the scissors. Sevika handed them over, and Mel cut off two three-part sections and one five-part section. Smoothing over the nipple covers, she pressed the fat down and back towards her wife's armpit and pressed one sticky exposed end of the tape to the skin. The two three-part sections secured the top and bottom of her breast, while Mel deftly peeled and pressed the five-part strip until it was firmly secured beneath her armpit. She repeated the same process on the other side, pressing a soft kiss to her wife's scarred cheek when she was done.
"Na you o," she praised, putting the remaining costume pieces in place and smoothing over Sevika's now bound chest. She paused as the older woman gently grabbed hold of her hand and kissed it, her own grey eyes taking in the entirety of Mel's ensemble. Her eyes narrowed, and Mel immediately recognized the hunger in them. "Ahn ahn!"
"Wi nah guh tek long," Sevika chuckled, low and heady as she brought Mel flush to her body. A retort died on her wife's tongue as she felt the packer waiting underneath Sevika's own mas costume. "Waah yu tuh miself, 'fore yuh ketch wines out deh."
"Na jelorsi go kill you."
"Jealous a wah nuhwan else cyaah have? Please. Jus waah fi show yuh wah yuh duh tuh mi, dressed like dis."
Mal raised an eyebrow even as she stood on tiptoe for a kiss, chaste and light to prevent her combo from smearing. It made her head swim anyway, because it wasn't as if she didn't also have the desire to keep her wife all to herself today. She broke contact first, hazel eyes glazing over before she shook her head fondly. Though her own envy was indeed normal, it was unfounded. Playing mas was good fun and didn't need to mean anything more once the soca music ended and everyone went home. They'd established their own boundaries for navigating it, and would play in a band made entirely of those they loved and trusted. "Believe me, I'd love to keep you here, but that wouldn't be fair to our friends, would it? Make we go, now now."
Sky's ringtone came through, breaking up the tender moment. Sevika smiled and had the good sense to grab the drawstring bags both she and Mel had packed for the parade before the couple joined the three rowdy women outside in the Uber black. The car pulled up to the parking garage, where the mas truck and the band, all decked out in plumage and shiny custom gear, greeted the five.
Loud soca music pounded down the streets as the late May sun beat down on the crowd. Parks all over the city that weekend came alive with dancing, wining bodies, large feathery costumes, and irresistible Caribbean rhythms. And down the busy thoroughfare, her own sneakers scuffing in a two-step, Mel was decked out from head to toe in her mas costume:
Her head was crowned with small gold plumage attached to a thin circlet gracing her forehead, waving and bopping as she shimmied from side to side. Her barely there red and gold bikini and numerous accompanying straps jingled with dozens of fake diamond sequins, catching the setting sun's rays and bouncing off her dark, sweaty skin. Her laugh was a light and airy chorus as she shouted raunchy lyrics off-key, at least three rum punch bags in her system. Her hair was slicked back in a high pony, her hazel eyes framed by dramatic gold and black makeup, which had begun to blotch in the heat. And behind her, feathers bounced and waved in an arc.
Her wife wore bright red trunks, jeweled arm bands, and a matching sequined chest piece that sat atop her taped breasts. Her abs glistened with sweat, and the body glitter Mel insisted on slathering on her before they'd left their house. Sevika wore a more understated but matching headband with beads on the sides that clattered as she danced behind Mel, the late spring heat blazing on her warm brown skin. She caught each of her wife's wines with perfect timing, pelvis thrusting and gyrating on beat as Mel's cheeks clapped back on her, a big goofy smile on her face. Who could blame her? Mel's joy and the beats of Carnival were infectious.
Mel, because she wasn't perfect, did shoot a diabolical side eye at one of the other masquerades when Vybz Kartel's Romping Shop came on, and they looked a little too cozy with Sevika. But true to each other's words, they'd caught and given wines to the rest of their float, no more than two songs long. The entire band was all smiles as everyone grinded, twisted, and twerked on beat, sequins clattering and sweat flying.
The procession they'd joined ended at Rodney Cook Park, where vendors handed out a variety of food for the throng of exhausted bodies to refuel before the performances began. The air came alive with the aroma of escovetich, seafood, fried treats, curries of every kind, and sorrel. The center stage was alive with high-energy emcees and dance troupes while airhorns sounded and the track switched to another high-energy song, perfect for couples who hopped, jerked, and twerked around the field. It didn't take long for the two to find their way to the center of the crowd, bodies practically inseparable as they made the most lovesick eyes at each other.
Mel's eyes sparkled with mischief as Dutty Whine by Tony Matterhorn blared over the sound system, and she detached from her wife's firm grip on her waist. Her friends and a few other mas players circled her with their phones high in the air, the second the emcee screamed "attitude, gyal!". Mel bent over and swung her neck around in an arc, ass bouncing up and down as her knees swiveled in and out. Shoola screamed out a laugh while Sky whooped and cheered. Elora was likely the only one who got a clear video of the whole performance.
The effect of dozens of attached feathers swirling and bopping with each movement was mesmerizing, and Sevika found herself at a loss for words, wondering how she got so lucky. There was, of course, mild concern for her wife as she hoped Mel wouldn't throw out her neck (the dance was infamous for a reason). Luckily, the song's mix was short, and when it was finished, an exhilarated Mel giggled and threw her arms around her wife's neck, looking deep into hungry grey eyes.
"Irie, likkle Ms. Pop style," Sevika laughed, bringing both hands to Mel's plump rear and suqeezing. "Weh yuh learn tuh move like dat?"
"Wouldn't you like to know. Someone should remind you who you married, even if it means I dey denge."
The mix shifted to a slower beat as the emcee called for all couples to get close. With a devious look of her own, Sevika spun Mel back around, her own hips and the packer flush with her wife's backside as the first lyric boomed out over the park.
Gyal, me wann fi hold yuh
Put mi arms right around ya
Gyal, you give me the tightest hold
Me eva get inna my life
Mel's cheeks burned, whether that was from the Atlanta spring heat, the liquor in her system, or the sheer size of what her wife had strapped to her hips under those trunks. She looked back, long ponytail falling over her shoulder, and desire in her stare as her hips started in a slow circle upon her wife's hips. Sevika met it with equal enthusiasm, controlled in her gyrations as she set the pace between the two with guiding hands.
Me eye dem dry and me nuh care
Mi tek it anytime and anywhere
Inna de square, so me nuh fear
And I say woman I will be dere
She twisted Mel up to a standing position, facing her as they undulated their hips into each other. Mel slung one arm around Sevika's neck, a tiny bottle of Angostura in her hand. She unscrewed it and tipped Sevika's chin down, who opened her lips immediately. Hot burning liquid flowed down her throat, and she didn't wince once. Their groins met briefly on beat, while large, genuine smiles broke out on their faces. They continued like that for the rest of the song, until drunk giggles and burning muscles let them know it was time to grab some food.
They bought two styrofoam trays of calalloo rice and curry shrimp with a side of beef patty before finding an unclaimed picnic bench and finally having a moment alone to rest their aching feet. Mel folded her knees up under her on the bench, reclining into Sevika's chest while she brought up forkfuls of rice to her wife's lips. Gratefully, Sevika accepted, rubbing circles into the inside of Mel's elbow where she cradled her as she chewed around the food.
"Really glad wi did dis," she murmured after swallowing down a bite, and she pressed a kiss to the top of Mel's head.
"Me too," Mel whispered, before sitting upright and setting the fork down. She moved to straddle Sevika's massive thighs, her long legs wrapping around a tapered waist, and holding her wife's face in her hands. Even from this position, she could feel the outline of her wife's packer, and it drove her mad. The food had largely soaked up the alcohol in her system, and she had more clarity than she did all afternoon when she whispered: "Tek mi home. Mi wah fi ride yuh."
Mel texted her group chat just how much time they had left to get their shit out of the house and find an afterparty before practically tonguing down Sevika in the Uber. Her hands roamed all over her, knocking loose the odd sequin, while Sevika's hands never left her waist, the titanium palm cooling the small of her back, and the flesh one squeezing for dear life.
The driver, who'd likely seen worse working all day, coughed loudly when he rolled up in front of their house. Mel made sure to tip generously as the two scrambled to grab their bags and takeout boxes. Sevika helped her out of the car, and they half-ran, half-stumbled to the front door. As he pulled off, Mel eagerly grabbed Sevika’s hand, giggling as she dragged the larger woman to her front door. She barely touched the knob before Sevika spun the two of them around, kissing her passionately and abusing her lower lip in revenge. Whining as she tangled her right hand in Sevika’s short tresses, Mel fumbled for the handle, prying the door open and pulling her wife in by her chest piece. Blessedly, Shoola, Sky, and Elora had managed to clear out of there in the nearly two-hour drive home from the park, leaving the now dark and empty house all to the couple. With a sigh, Mel kicked off her sneakers just as Sevika bent down to pull off hers. Immediately, the shorter woman dropped to her knees, placing a hand on Sevika's thigh to stop her. Sevika raised an eyebrow at that, but leaned against the foyer wall as her wife pressed against her and tightened her hold on her wide hips.
"Can't wait. I'll take you right here," Mel whispered, her thin fingers hooking into the waistband of her wife's trunks.
Sevika felt her boxers dampen at the confession, her gaze darkening as she looked down at her wife, feather headband still on, and hunger in her hazel hues. Her heart rate picked up as Mel slipped out of the packer that had tortured her all day. It was custom-painted to match her wife, the head a dark brown and the rest of the skin lighter with highly detailed veins. The shaft was flexible enough on the inside to fit "soft" against her in underwear, but firm enough to hold shape when manipulated. For play purposes, she'd strapped it to her hips, and Mel's fingers ghosted along the harness set, her nails scraping gently against the skin there. In a low squat with perfect form, she rocked her hips back and forth idly to the music softly playing in the house.
"Fuck," Sevika sighed, asking herself for the thousandth time in her life how she got so lucky. Mel was a vision, gazing up at her with low eyes, a smirk on painted lips. "Yuh look too fine down deh."
"Fọkan balẹ," Mel whispered, her breath cooling on Sevika's hips as she pulled on the packer until it stood at full height. She pressed a kiss to the tip, not once breaking contact with the enraptured grey eyes that fixed her to her spot. "Your body dey totori you, second I go lay hands."
Sevika chuckled low in her throat and brought her left hand to the hard part of the headdress, focused on keeping the grip light. She brought her right down to Mel's ponytail, wrapping a warm fist around it. "All dat mout. Mek mi put 'im tuh criss yuuz."
Mel steadied herself on her wife's thigh, which she could never hope to grip the entirety of, as it was thicker than her own waist. Even the visual of seeing her hand against the flesh had Mel's eyelids fluttering. The momentary haze was broken when Sevika flexed it as she thrusted shallowly between Mel's lips. Whining low in her throat, Mel hollowed her cheeks and exhaled through her nose as she let her wife control the pace, tugging her down on the shaft until Mel's nose met the base.
"Deh yuh guh. Tek mi dun yuh pritty throat, baby."
The arousing words and smell of her wife's arousal clouded Mel's mind as she ground the back of the toy against her wife's clit in a counterclockwise motion. She bobbed her head up and down, eyes never leaving Sevika's face.
"Good gyal."
That very face twisted in pleasure as Sevika continued to gently fuck her wife's mouth, toes curling in her sneakers and breath wavering as heat began to mount behind her clit. Mel let out a little giggle over how worked up her wife had already gotten and decided to up the ante, moaning around the toy. Sevika's grip tightened around Mel's ponytail as she pulled her off, to much pouting from her wife.
"Bed. Now."
In a rush, Sevika picked Mel up, finally toeing off her own shoes, while her wife threw her arms around her neck again. She giggled as Sevika carried her to their room, styrofoam trays forgotten in the foyer, and soft soca music flowing in the house. They shared yet another kiss, twice as deep and sloppy as the one they shared in the car, trying to physically melt into the other. The second they crossed the threshold, Sevika set Mel down on the bed, face down, and tugged her hips up to meet her own. Mel was about to protest, having every intention of topping from the bottom, when Sevika slotted the still-damp packer in between her lower lips and ground against her slowly. All her rebellion ebbed away as she arched her back.
"Baby inside, please," Mel whined, thrusting back on her wife's hips.
"Shh, mi know," Sevika cooed, pressing soft kisses to Mel's back and shoulder, her warm body pressing her wife in place, like if they separated for a second, she'd die. She tugged down the costume's bottoms with one hand and slipped her fingers into the damp heat waiting for her. "Soaked already? Jus from suckin' me?"
"Yes, baby," Mel preened, as she turned her head up and reached back to press another desperate kiss to her wife's mocking mouth. "No go settle for mouth, o. Need you in my kpekus too."
Despite her own tendencies, Sevika decided against being a jerk and made quick work of fingering her wife open for her. Mel mewled at the stretch; she never got over the sheer size of her wife's digits, which filled her near to bursting every time. She widened her knees as best she could, but was hindered by the fabric tangled around them, with no choice but to sag forward and let her wife handle her.
"Dat's it, baby," Sevika soothed, hooking her fingers down to rub behind Mel's clit. "Relax fuh mi. Mek yuh feel suh nice."
"Inside! Please, no tease like this, o!"
"Yuh git mi when mi seh."
The reprimand tore a ragged sob from Mel's throat as Sevika twisted her hand to rub at her clit. The dual pressure drove Mel insane, and before she knew it, she'd squeezed down on her wife's fingers, crying out as she came around them. Sevika laughed as Mel squirmed and tried to lift her hips off her fingers, clearly embarrassed and overstimulated.
"Aht, aht," she chastised, wiping off her fingers on the outside of Mel's thigh. She held her hips still, grinding her strap against the wet flesh of her wife's cunt. Mel shivered, eyes crossing as Sevika took her lobes between her teeth. Amused, she muttered conspiratorially in her wife's ear:
showing up to a family function with semiu and getting asked who ‘my little friend’ is like we didn’t just spend an hour licking the taste out of each other’s coochies before we got there.
sneak peak of my upcoming detective noir/pulp fiction style melvika smutshot, “Tough and Tender”. to avoid scandal, councilwoman mel medarda hires a private detective to investigate her fiancé's sudden disappearance—but it doesn't take any detective work for sevika to see that ms. medarda has some ulterior motives.
eyeeee fucked up and chickened out of kinktober (i got overwhelmed and anxious), and scrapped almost everything :p this is one of many i considered abandoning, but i love the premise too much to throw it away.
content notice: sweat kink, musk kink, gym sex, sixty-nine position, cunnilingus (running out of ways to write it good god), just-barely professional client-trainer relationship, making out, eating the cat sammie style, sprinkling of feelings because why not
a/n: this took much, much longer than it should have, but I'm not mad at it in the end. out of week one's prompts, this was the one with the worst writing process, but it's finally alive, and I really hope you all like it as much as I do.
Mel supposed she had her dear older brother to thank for meeting the woman who turned her world upside down.
The two had gone to a new gym during Mel’s holiday to keep toned and spend some quality time. This was supposed to be a low-stress, fun little sweat, and Kino had assured Mel he absolutely knew his way around workout equipment that wasn't a treadmill or dumbbell. Mel found that doubtful as the two started on their first set of cable kickbacks. The weight was low, and the two focused more on form to start out. Mel concentrated on lifting her leg in a controlled motion backwards, knee slightly bent, and foot flexed. Then she heard a soft “oh, shit” on her left and turned to find the most ridiculous view of the century.
Kino, in an effort not to be outdone by his leg-day enthusiast of a little sister, had upped his weight dramatically and now found his chicken legs being strung up in the air.
“Blood of Jesus!”
Mel should’ve been a good sibling and fretted about getting him down from there. She should’ve scolded him once he was down safe and offered to end their session early. She was not, and instead doubled over in a full-belly laugh, tears stinging her eyes and snorts coming out of her nose as Kino swore and twisted around in the cables. Mel couldn’t get a word out between fits of giggles and clutched the steel side of the machine for support as her ribs ached. Through peals of laughter, she noticed someone approaching them and tried to cough away her laugh paralysis.
“Easy, there. I got you.”
In two minutes, a frowny Kino was freed from the cable machine trap of doom, glowering at his little sister, who still hadn’t finished cracking up at his expense. The oh-so kind stranger who had helped him down turned to Mel.
“You two done over here?” she asked, irritation lacing the question. A small coughing fit and Mel finally quieted to small snickers, getting a better look at her older brother’s savior. Well, look up.
The woman was massive. Not unusual for a gym crowd, but it was awe-inspiring up close. From her thighs, arms, chest, to her height, she looked like a rugby star had a baby with a WNBA big. She completely filled out her compression tee, fabric stretching past the point of being considered a solid shirt. Her right arm was remarkably muscular, corded with powerful muscles and veins that could be seen from Mars. She was also soaked in sweat, the collar and pits of the grey tee completely darkened with exertion, her hair dripping and forehead shiny.
“Oh, I’m- ahem- I’m terribly sorry,” Mel sighed while heat flushed her face, one hand to her chest and fist to her mouth.
She gestured to the available cable, now carefully untangled between the stranger’s large fingers. Mel tried not to think about that too much. The stranger nodded and turned to start on a set of one-arm chest presses. Mel tried to focus on her remaining sets but found her eyes drifting over to the woman on her left, as subtly as she could, she took in some of her other features: a scar fracturing the left side of her face, her tooth gap peeking through her full lips as she grimaced with each rep, and her half-tied back wet hair falling in her eyes.
Her heart stopped when grey eyes made contact with hers, and she cast her eyes back to the rubber floor.
“Do you need something?” the stranger asked, a smirk playing on her lips and playful annoyance in her tone.
I need that, Mel thought reflexively, her face on fire as she stammered out an apology and ended her set early.
Embarrassed, she made her way to the calf extension machines where Kino was waiting. The two started on their next set, but having not learned his lesson, Mel's older brother upped the weight again and went flying from the seat.
Mel rushed over to him, catching the eyes of the hot butch she'd seen earlier. This was more than embarrassing. As she helped her brother to his feet, the woman approached.
"Is this y'all's first time in a gym?"
"Mine? No," Mel giggled nervously, waving her hands in front of her. "I'm a pilates regular. "
"His then?" the butch chuckled, arching her brow.
Mel shot a nasty look at her brother, who rubbed at his calves in pain. She sighed. "Forgive my brother, he's not much of a leg day enthusiast."
"You know, we offer in-house trainers," offered the extremely hot stranger. "If he wants to quit getting his shit rocked by equipment."
"That won't be necessary, he's just visiting."
"Invitation's open to you, too."
“Maybe I'll take you up on that,” Mel quipped, hazel eyes twinkling as she accepted the business card the trainer had suddenly produced.
Three weeks later, after Kino had gone home and work started back up, Mel decided to make use of the card. Sevika was every bit a competent trainer, putting Mel through her paces each session. Every set was repped until failure, her form was torn down and built back up, and despite the sore limbs and following ice baths, Mel considered it all time well spent.
After all, where else would she get to watch a tall, sculpted by the gods, butch lesbian sweat and grunt her way through lifting immense weights? She'd been caught staring more times than she could count, and just barely upheld the propriety of a client-trainer relationship. Sevika, on her end, didn't seem to mind too much and let Mel tell it? She'd caught her staring too, more than once at her incredible ass during leg days.
The tension between them grew palpable, benign form guiding lingering just a little longer than necessary. Stretching assistance had them both clutching around soft places that would've been inappropriate anywhere else. And the joint gym selfies afterwards toed the line between friendly progress check and sweaty groping.
One particular perk of this just-barely professional client-trainer relationship? Mel's new strategy of trying out the cutest gymsets and seeing which one would make Sevika combust the fastest. Sure, the older woman had done this for years and had likely seen every kind of active wear over every kind of body. But those other clients weren't Mel Medarda. Mel could make a generic Lululemon set look like sin stitched into fabric, leggings wrapping around her ass and hips that had Sevika forgetting rep counts. And when Mel opted for compression shorts that just barely covered her inner thigh, Sevika made the very smart decision to make those days an upper-body session.
Today was no different, and the cool-down after their intense push day was a twenty-minute full-body stretch session. It was late at night, the gym largely empty, and the two were in a private studio on the second floor. On yoga mats, Mel sat opposite Sevika in a butterfly position, her gold and black marble leggings stretching and creasing in the right places. She was indeed flexible, a little more than her trainer, and her knees touched the ground without trouble as she let out a little sigh and unrounded her back.
"Shit," Sevika muttered under her breath, her own large thighs having a little trouble lying flat.
"Need an assist?" Mel giggled. The trainer huffed before shooting her a look, and Mel unfolded her legs to crawl over to her. Mel tried to rein in her thoughts as she leaned over Sevika's damp back and draped her long arms over her, lithe hands coming to rest on thick knees. "Tell me when."
"Go."
Mel began to press her weight down, her sleeper build coming in handy. At the first grunt from Sevika, she eased up, just a bit.
"I ain't say to stop."
"Oh, someone's bossy."
Mel went a little faster this time, bearing her weight down in a constant, steady motion, even as Sevika sighed hard through her nose, and her shoulders began to shake ever so slightly. The little bit back groans her trainer let out sent heat to Mel's face, and it didn't help that this close, she could smell Sevika.
Mel considered herself an upstanding member of society. Which was the only reason she didn't press her entire face into the crook of her personal trainer's neck and take a self-indulgent whiff. Her cheeks burned as Sevika stifled a whimper.
"Didn't know you were this tight," Mel giggled. She wished she hadn't said that. Because her overactive brain immediately supplied her with vignettes of Sevika on her back, squeezing around an unmentionable as Mel pushed into her in a completely different context.
"Yeah, yeah," Sevika laughed, in between a groan as the flat of her thighs finally met the studio floor. "At least— fuck— at least I got age for an excuse."
Mel scoffed, arms still bracketing her trainer. "Since when do I make excuses?"
"Really? Three days ago, you left early for a work emergency. Day before that, you said you had a hair appointment, and just last week you skipped out on stretching to go, "switch out a load of laundry". You're the queen of excuses."
Sevika's head was still bowed forward, her eyes shut in concentration, as she rattled off the constant, convenient occurrences Mel brought up whenever she wanted to leave a session early. The younger woman bit her lip because she knew the real reason she had absconded so soon after their workouts, and it wasn't a lack of dedication. It was the way Sevika turned nearly every shirt translucent by the end, and what that did to Mel. How nearly every night since hiring Sevika, she'd gone to bed with her thighs clenched around her hand.
"Alright, next stretch," Sevika gruffed, moving to stand up. Mel kept her weight right where it was. "You good?"
"I take this seriously, you know."
"It's all good—"
"No, you should know," Mel flustered. "I think I like you. A lot."
Sevika's shoulders relaxed as she sighed before looking behind her, drenched strands of hair coming loose from her half-pony and framing her gray eyes. Mel's face was inches from hers, a singular bead of sweat dripping from previously neat edges.
"You don't have to say anything. I know it's rather unprofessional, and if you wish to drop me as a client, that's fine—"
"No."
"No what? No, you won't drop me? Or no, you don't feel the same?"
Sevika cut her off with a gentle kiss, bumping her sweaty forehead into Mel's as their noses brushed against each other. Mel startled at first, then melted into it, the taste of mango-flavored pre-workout still lingering on her trainer's tongue. Her mind grew foggy as the clean salt of Sevika's sweat mingled in her senses. Her more rational mind fretted over how unprofessional this all was, but Mel couldn't quite bring herself to care.
When the two finally broke apart, Mel found herself raggedly gasping for air, her eyes lidded as Sevika practically gazed right through her.
"That answer any questions?"
Mel felt her brain short-circuit. Of course, it didn't answer anything! But, maybe, one more would. She removed herself from the wet, hunched, and broad expanse of Sevika's back, coming around to seat herself firmly in her lap, and wrapped her legs around her narrow waist.
"Is this okay?" Mel whispered, cupping Sevika's scarred and damp cheek, eyes searching to make sure whatever line she'd crossed was completely fine.
"Yeah," Sevika breathed, wrapping both arms, flesh and titanium, around Mel. Long lashes curtained her own eyes, desire in her stare. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the swirling green and brown of Mel's eyes and her full, purple-glossed lips. Both women held their breath before they crashed their lips into each other. Mel moaned on contact, head clouded over with salt, and heat, and lust that she finally let off the leash. Sevika groaned into the kiss, worrying Mel's lower lip between her teeth as her large hands roamed her back.
Then Mel was on the floor, legs still wrapped around Sevika's hips, while Sevika looked down at her like she was the world. Her breath caught as her trainer braced a titanium palm on the hardwood, slipping her warm fingers into the waistband of Mel's leggings.
"Is this okay?" she panted, winded from the kiss as she parroted Mel's question back to her. Any other time, any other woman, Mel would've said no, scandalized at the mere thought of possibly fucking somewhere so public. But this was Sevika, the woman she'd been crushing on for months. The woman who dominated her fantasies every night. And the woman she needed most, right fucking now, or she'd explode.
"God, yes," Mel gasped, and Sevika hooked down the stretchy fabric under Mel's ass. But just as the gym air hit her damp panties, she had a change of heart. "Actually, wait."
Sevika stopped immediately, worry all over her features, until Mel said what she did next.
"I-I'd like to eat you out first. Please."
Sevika gaped in surprise, then grinned. "I got a better idea."
She turned around and leaned down, her hips spread over Mel's face as she braced over Mel's sprawled legs. Mel's mouth fell open, if only to better catch the strength of Sevika's scent. It was thick with a sharp tang that curled in her nostrils and tied itself in knots around the stem of her brain. Intoxicated, drool began to fill her mouth, and she tugged down the sinfully small shorts her trainer favored along with her boxer-briefs. Instantly, the fine musk hit her with ten times as much force. She inhaled deeply.
"Fuck," Mel moaned, bringing her hands up to stroke at Sevika's hips and ass. The round globes and thick muscles overcame her field of vision. "You smell incredible."
"Freak," Sevika laughed, though Mel could see how her cunt, framed by damp, wiry hairs, fluttered at the unorthodox praise.
"You're the one ready to finger me in the literal gym."
Sevika rolled her eyes but said nothing as she rubbed at the drenched wet spot in Mel's panties with her thumb. That got her a gasp, and the heat of Mel's breath on her cunt had her exhaling shakily. Mel swore as she bit her lip, eyes squeezing shut before she reminded herself to focus. The first taste of Sevika on her tongue had her seeing stars. She glided the soft muscle between her long inner labia, squeezing at the hinge of the bigger woman's sweaty thighs and round ass to spread her wider. Mel tongued her like a woman possessed, circling her large clit with fervor. She was gentle, but ate like she'd never had a meal in her life, tongue dipping into Sevika's hole as her other hand came around to pull back a dark brown hood and play with her fat pink bud.
"Mnn-" Sevika whimpered. Mel's enthusiasm had her bowing forward, hips jerking back onto her face. Not one to be outdone, she rested her weight onto Mel, wrapping her flesh arm around a thick, dark brown thigh and pulling her panties to the side. "Damn, you're soaked."
She heard, or rather felt, Mel laugh into her, mirth stifled by a mouthful of pussy, before it turned into wanton moaning the second Sevika slipped her thick middle finger between her lips and teased her hole. "I barely— hah— I barely touched you."
Mel might've responded, but Sevika couldn't hear it much, finally pushing inside Mel. The resulting mewl was heavenly, and Sevika finally pressed a wet kiss to Mel's drooling sex. The taste was divine, thick with their previous workout and the scented bodywash Mel used. She dropped to her elbows and pulled Mel's hips flush to her face, eager to get a mouthful.
"Mmf-mmm," Mel whined behind Sevika, her long legs wrapping around the older woman's head as she bucked her hips up. Her trainer found the desperation endearing, joining her middle finger with her index as she laved her tongue around Mel's clit. This position, although not one of Mel's favorites, had its benefits; the pleasure between the two created a feedback loop of touch, sound, and bliss.
Mel figured she should have more caution. Even though the studio was dark and the two were furthest from the door, humping each other's faces behind a stack of equipment, there was still the chance someone could find them. And that just made her wetter. Oddly enough, Mel found herself getting annoyed. She was relatively normal before this. Sweat was gross, fucking in public was uncouth, and letting a woman finger her before she even washed up was unthinkable. But Sevika turned all that upside down. And Mel found herself irate at how all of this excited rather than troubled her.
That melted away, though, the second Sevika hooked her fingers upwards, rubbing at that spongy spot that always sent Mel over the edge. She cried out into the hairy dark folds on her lips, tugging Sevika's hips to steady herself against the feeling. She held the older woman tighter against her, whining into her cunt as spit and slick dribbled down her chin and smeared onto her neck. Mel was an utter mess.
The sheer heat and scent of sex fogged over Mel's mind as her licks grew lazy. The rest of the studio faded away, and her brain leaked out of her ears until her gut tightened and her thighs began to tremble. The impending orgasm brought her back to reality, and straining, she could hear it: Sevika coming apart above her in whiny grunts. Mel felt it too; each flustered vocalization sending vibrations into her cunt. Her trainer's hips thrust back onto her face, seeking that talented tongue on their own, and all Mel could do was let her tongue loll out of her mouth and let her have her way. Within moments, Sevika had come apart above her, a whimper, out of place on such an imposing woman, wracking her entire body. Her own cries tipped Mel over, and she moaned into the heated flesh as she ground her hips into Sevika's jaw. Slick smeared both their faces, and only when the threat of suffocation out-ranked their lust did the two part.
Breathless and boneless, Sevika rolled off of Mel and starfished on the floor, panting like she'd just run suicides. Mel stared up at the recessed lights above them while her own breathing evened out. The cool air of the studio washed over them both, and Mel glanced over at her trainer, who lay spread-eagled, and a thought struck her. Before she could help herself, Mel clambered onto her knees, straddled Sevika, and buried her face in her chest, the crook of her neck, and her right armpit, taking deep inhales. She sighed as she did, relishing the humid cling of her trainer's scent.
"Been waiting to do that since we met."
"Gross," Sevika whined playfully, her prosthetic coming up to push Mel away by her forehead.
Luckily, both their gym bags had towels, and neither of their water bottles were empty. The improvised cleanup was rather humiliating and an effective deterrent against pulling a stunt like this in the future. Now standing awkwardly in suspiciously sweatier gym clothes and their faces flushed from a different form of exertion, the two weren't quite sure what to do with whatever this was.
"Are we still on for next week?" Mel asked, putting on an air of coolness. Sevika paused from her hold on the studio door, eyebrow arched in disbelief.
"We just sixty-nined in a gym and you're asking when our next session is?"
Mel's cheeks burned. Sevika was right, it did seem silly to inquire about their next appointment when the taste and scent of each other still clung to their mouths and noses.
"How about dinner?"
"How about a shower?" Sevika huffed good-naturedly, bringing a heavy hand upon Mel's narrow shoulders as she guided her out of the studio. "C'mon, we can share one."
a/n: first time writing something this short, and I don't know if it's all that good, but I hope you all like it anyway. made this to tide you guys over until my kinktober prompts are ready
content notice: smut, tender, omegaverse, alpha sevika, omega mel, established relationship, knotting, dom mel, sub sevika, creampie, cowgirl position, begging, biting, teasing
"Please," Sevika whined, cock hard and leaking onto the floor, the fleshy muscle near the base already engorged. Her knees were raw from hours and hours of eating Mel out, kneeling on their hard bedroom floor. “Please let me knot you, princess. I swear I’ll make it so good.”
Mel hummed, carding her fingers through her mate’s hair, as she pretended to consider it. Sevika sighed shakily in bliss, pushing her head into her touch and rubbing her cheek onto Mel’s thigh, subtly scenting it. She rather liked her alpha like this: desperate and shaking with need.
“You mean you want to feel good?” she countered, tugging lightly at Sevika’s choppy brown hair. “What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll let you claim me, I promise.”
Despite her pretense, the omega felt herself clench around nothing, and her tiny fangs ached. That was promising.
“Up. I want you on your back for me.”
Sevika moved with purpose, guided by Mel’s hand on the back of her neck as she brought the alpha into a messy kiss. Sevika’s knees creaked slightly as she wrapped her right arm tight around Mel, bringing her with her onto the bed. Mel slung a slender leg over her hips, her ass brushing Sevika’s bobbing cock and pulling a small rumble from her lover’s throat.
“Shh, patience, my dear,” Mel laughed, lifting her hips to trap her alpha’s need between the two of them.
“Inside, please,” Sevika croaked, speech strangled by lust. Her cock drooled from where it was trapped against her stomach, at some semblance of her mate’s heat pressed against her.
“No, let me have my fun first.”
Mel dragged her hips nice and slow over her mate, letting out light moans when her clit rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Sevika, jaw tight and groaning, tried her best to hold it together as the mage ground on her in languid, tight circles. Her vision blurred and her breath grew ragged as Mel reached down to fondle both her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her thumbs and forefinger.
“That’s it,” Mel purred, her own small whines cutting through her sentence. “Just relax for me, dearest.”
Sevika shivered underneath Mel, her own hand coming up to cup Mel's face, and dragged her down for a kiss. Mel supposed she could allow it and leaned down to press a maddeningly chaste peck to Sevika’s lips, giggling when her mate prodded at the seam of her lips with her tongue. The omega denied her, of course, leaning back up much to Sevika’s frustrated whining.
“Please, I need you,” she pleaded again, eyes wide and soft. She rolled her hips up, exhaling at the relief and the momentary flutter of Mel’s eyelids. “And you need me too.”
“Alright, you’ve made your case,” Mel sighed, nails digging into her mate’s shoulders. “But don’t move until I say.”
“I won’t, promise. I’ll be so good, so good–”
Mel shushed her with a finger to her lips before lifting her hips. With one hand, she gripped Sevika by the base and pressed the tip between her lower lips, and slowly guided her hips down, stopping just before the knot. Sevika groaned at the wet, fluttering heat enveloping her, eyes floating up behind her kohl-smudged eyelids. Mel stayed like that for a moment, content to squeeze rhythmically around her mate’s cock while she adjusted. Of course, the alpha was less than pleased, whining as she waited for Mel to finally give her the okay.
“Now,” Mel sighed, bringing one hand up to palm her own breast. “Slowly, my love.”
Sevika planted her feet into the mattress and slowly started a steady rhythm. She shuddered with restraint as her omega pulsed around her, muttering small thank yous. She bit down on a growl as Mel squeezed down on her just as her knot threatened to slip past, but held tight onto her control, bringing her hips back down for another slow, deep thrust.
“Well done, dearest. You can go a little faster.”
Nodding, Sevika bit her lower lip and fucked up into her mate with harsher thrusts, clawing into the sheets as she tried to maintain a thread of control. In, out, slow, be good. The alpha repeated the mantra to herself like it was a prayer. She screwed her eyes shut as hot pleasure melted throughout her body.
“Look at me,” Mel whimpered, and began to move with her, hands tangling in her own hair, putting on a show for her mate. Sevika’s eyes flew open, and her jaw went slack at the vision in her lap. The omega’s dark skin shone with sweat, her gold tattoos gleaming. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, locs framing her face, and her eyes were lidded in lust. The alpha’s throat ran dry, and she yearned to make her mate’s head tilt back in ecstasy, the way Mel liked best.
Who was she kidding? She wanted to bury her knot in her mate’s cunt and stay there as Mel squeezed her dry.
“Please, let me go faster, just let me,” she begged, voice cracking with need. “Please, Mel, gods.”
“Shh, not yet, enjoy this.”
Sevika whined as her hips stuttered, tears stinging her eyes at the warm pressure that was almost enough but not quite. But she listened, letting her omega ride her to her heart’s content. An eternity of slow dulling pleasure, and Sevika’s mind was a haze, waiting on those blessed words that would finally let her take her mate where they both wanted to go.
“You may move as fast as you wish now, my love.”
“Thank you,” Sevika moaned, crying out in pleasure as Mel held her down by the shoulders and her hips moved on their own. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Mel mewled loudly as Sevika’s cock dragged repeatedly over her most sensitive spot, small fangs catching light from her open mouth. Her mouth salivated, and she yearned to taste her mate’s flesh between her lips. As her mate drove into her yet again, she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the meat between Sevika’s shoulder and neck, relishing in the resulting whine.
“Mine,” she growled, clutching her mate’s head like she’d disappear. “All mine.”
Finally, the alpha sank into the hilt, her knot home at last inside Mel. Yearning to be even closer, she flipped the two of them over, crushing Mel in a hug.
“Yours, all yours,” she groaned, nuzzling her face into her omega’s hair as she finally released inside, thick and warm. Mel cried out at the full feeling, and her mate’s knot kept it all inside while Sevika rolled her hips in tight circles against her wife.
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