We need to be more realistic about lesbian sex, too, because sometimes it feels like this huge expectation to maintain a certain level of stamina looms over us, simply because we’re more prone to practice what straight people think is foreplay and we consider full-on sex.
Some of us have chronic pain. Some of us have past or present injuries. Some of us are on medication that screws with our libido or the amount of time we can last and keep going. Some of us simply don’t feel that much of a desire to fuck. Some of us are on the ace spectrum. Some of us are more than content with frotting and kissing and calling it a good, intimate moment 20 minutes in. Some of us have vaginismus or other conditions that can make sex uncomfortable to some extent.
It’s OK to not go on for an hour. It’s OK to tell your partner to stop. It’s OK to ask them to change positions if you have a bad knee or back. It’s OK to not last, and to be too sensitive to go on, and to call it a day.
Sex is about the journey, the connection, and the experiences you both share in that moment. Orgasming is a wonderful consequence of the chemistry you might have, but orgasming is not the main goal. Remember that, and sex will be a million times more pleasant and, in some cases, less stressful.
Don’t feel pressured to perform. Sex is only good when there’s enthusiastic consent and enjoyment from both parts, no matter the amount of time it lasts.
waking up between hange zoe and shoko ieiri, the two women you hate the most ╱ mdni, mild dub con, fingering, spitting, scissoring, aftercare, emotional vulnerability, mean!shoko, soft!hange ˚.✦
You wake up tired, somehow. Eyes heavy and with a light headache, you can still hear the music of the party in your ears even though it ended hours ago. When you rub your eyes and recover your conscience, you realize that you’re naked from head to toes, you feel the cold brushing your breasts making the nipples harden. Then, looking at the ceiling and the feel of the sheets, you realize that it isn’t your bedroom at all. And after that an arm wraps around your waist. And from the opposite side, a head tucks in your neck. A dull throb that reminds you exactly what happened last night… even if the details are still blurry and swimming behind the headache.
You turn your head slowly, dread crawling up your spine.
On your left, messy brown hair spills across the pillow. Hange Zoe. Of course it’s fucking Hange. Those round glasses are sitting crooked on the nightstand, one lens smudged. Their mouth is slightly open, breathing deep and even, like they don’t have a single regret. Their arm is the one looped around your middle, fingers splayed possessively over your stomach.
On your right, Shoko Ieiri is tucked against your neck, her dark hair tickling your collarbone. She smells like cigarettes and that stupidly expensive lotion she always uses. One of her legs is thrown over yours, bare skin sliding against bare skin as she stirs.
You feel sick. Not because it didn’t feel good (god, it felt too good), but because these are the two women you can’t stand. Hange with their loud and chaotic energy that always drags you into some insane experiment or argument. Shoko with her lazy sarcasm and the way she looks at you like she already knows every weak spot you have. You’ve spent the last year snapping at both of them, avoiding them at parties, rolling your eyes every time they showed up in the same room.
And now you’re naked between them, covered in marks you don’t even remember getting, and your body is still humming from whatever the hell the three of you did.
“Morning already?” Shoko’s voice is raspy, sleepy, right against your ear. She doesn’t move her head, just presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You were so cute last night. All whiny and desperate.”
Your face burns. “Shut up,” you mutter, you try to sit up, only for Hange’s arm to tighten around you.
Hange makes a pleased sound and nuzzles closer, lips brushing your shoulder. “Mmm, don’t move yet. You feel too good right here.” Their hand slides up, palm cupping one of your breasts like they own it, thumb lazily circling your already hard nipple. “God, you were loud. Kept begging for more even when you were shaking.”
You shove at their wrist, but there’s no real force behind it. Your body still remembers the feeling too clearly: hands everywhere, mouths on your skin, the way they worked together like they’d done this before. The way you came so hard you saw stars and probably screamed both their names.
“I don’t… I don’t remember much,” you admit, hating how small you sound. “Just that it felt… really fucking good.”
Shoko chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. She lifts her head just enough to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded and amused. “Of course it did. You came three times on Hange’s fingers alone before I even got my mouth on you. Then you rode my face like you were trying to break the bed.” She smirks. “You hate us so much, but your pussy didn’t get the memo.”
Hange laughs, bright and loud even though it’s barely morning. They prop themselves up on one elbow, messy hair falling into their face as they grin down at you. “She kept saying ‘I hate you both’ right until she was crying from how good it felt. It was adorable.” Their free hand trails down your stomach, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above where you’re still sore. “Want me to remind you? I can be gentle this time.”
You slap their hand away, but your thighs press together on instinct. “Don’t. This was a mistake. I was drunk, you two are… you two.”
Shoko just hums, nipping at your earlobe. “Drunk enough to beg us to fuck you together, but not drunk enough to forget how many times you said ‘please’.” She shifts, pressing her body flush against your side, one hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “And look at you now. Still wet just thinking about it.”
You hate that she’s right. Your body is already reacting again, nipples tight, pussy soaked despite the headache and the mortification.
Hange leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth, voice dropping into something softer but still teasing. “We can pretend it never happened if you want. Or…” Their fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh. “We can do it again while you’re sober. See if you still hate us when I eat you out and Shoko’s sitting on your face.”
Your breath catches, you should push them both off, you should grab your clothes (wherever they are) and get the hell out of here. But the way they’re both touching you, the memories flickering back in flashes: Hange’s eager mouth between your legs while Shoko kissed you stupid, the way they laughed when you came so hard you couldn’t speak…
“I… I need a minute,” you whisper, voice shaky.
Shoko smiles against your skin. “Take all the minutes you need, baby. We’re not going anywhere.”
Hange just grins wider, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah. And next time you wake up between us, maybe you’ll remember every single second of how good we made you feel.”
You close your eyes, trying to ignore how your body is already betraying you again, thighs slick and heart racing. You hate them. You really, really do. But you don’t get up, before you can think if it’s a good decision or not, you lean into Hange’s touch, letting their hand roam your body, testing how your body reacts to them.
“You’re sensitive, right?” Hange asks, pinching your poor nipple before soothing the pain with her tongue. You whimper in response, nodding a little and turning your face to Shoko, who’s just watching the scene. “It’s alright, we’ll be gentle.”
“Talk about you,” Shoko adds. “I love seeing her dumb and fucked out. Look, can’t even pretend she hates it.”
You try to glare at her, but it comes out more like a pathetic little pout. “Shut up, Shoko…”
She just smirks and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at her. “Make me.”
Before you can snap back, Hange’s hand slides down between your legs. Their fingers are careful, tracing through your folds like they’re memorizing every inch. You’re embarrassingly wet already and Hange lets out a delighted sound when they feel it.
“So slick for us,” Hange whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Two fingers slide inside you slowly, stretching you just right. They curl gently, stroking that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That’s it… just relax for me.”
You moan before you can stop it, back arching a little into their touch. Hange keeps the pace slow and sweet, fucking you with steady thrusts while their thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles.
Shoko watches for a second longer, then leans in close. “Open your mouth.”
You hesitate, breath hitching. She narrows her eyes. “I said open.”
Your lips part on instinct. Shoko pushes two fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. She slides them deeper, to the back of your throat and you gag softly around them.
“Good girl,” she says, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Suck.”
“Mmph!” You do, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around her fingers while Hange keeps fingering you. The contrast is dizzying. Hange’s touch is so soft and caring, crooning quiet praises against your neck. “You’re doing so well, darling… taking my fingers so nicely. Feel how wet you are? All for us.”
Shoko twists her fingers in your mouth, pushing them in and out slowly. “Look at you. Hating us all year and now you’re drooling on my fingers like a desperate slut.” She pulls them out for a second, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, then spits directly into your open mouth. The warm spit lands on your tongue and she immediately pushes her fingers back in, spreading it around. “Swallow.”
You do, whimpering around her digits. The humiliation burns hot in your chest, but it only makes you wetter. Hange feels it and moans softly, speeding up their fingers just a little.
“She likes that,” Hange says happily, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Her pussy just clenched so hard around me.”
“Of course she does,” Shoko sneers, spitting into your mouth again before feeding you her fingers once more. “She acts all tough but she’s just a needy hole who wants to be used by the girls she pretends to hate.”
Hange nuzzles your neck, still fingering you with that gentle, perfect rhythm. “Don’t listen to her too much, okay? You’re so pretty like this… so good for us.” Their thumb keeps rubbing your clit in soft circles, building the pleasure higher and higher while Shoko keeps fucking your mouth with her fingers, occasionally pulling back to spit on your tongue again.
“F-fuck, Hange… Hange please nghh”
You’re shaking between them, moans muffled around Shoko’s digits, hips rocking weakly to meet Hange’s hand. Every time Shoko spits, you feel yourself clench harder around Hange’s fingers. The mix of Hange’s soft care and Shoko’s mean words is driving you insane.
Hange kisses your cheek tenderly. “You can come whenever you want, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”
Shoko laughs low and cruel, pushing her fingers deeper into your throat. “Yeah. Come on our fingers like the pathetic little bitch you are. We both know you’re dying to.”
Your eyes water, but you can’t stop the building heat. Hange’s fingers curl just right, Shoko’s spit-slick fingers keep sliding over your tongue and you’re trapped between soft praise and sharp degradation. You hate them. You hate how good it feels.
“M’close! S’close ah!” You’re shaking hard, back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashes closer. Your hand weakly pushes at Hange’s wrist, but they just keep going, fingers curling deep inside you with that same gentle but steady rhythm.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Hange murmurs right against your ear, voice so soft and sweet it makes your pussy ache. “You’re doing so good for me. I’ve got you, I promise.”
Before you can even catch your breath, Shoko yanks her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit dripping down your chin. She wipes them on your cheek like it’s nothing, then suddenly moves, shoving one of your legs up and out of the way.
“Enough of that soft shit,” she says. “My turn.”
She climbs between your thighs fast, lining her wet pussy right up against yours. The second her slick folds slide against you, you gasp. Shoko doesn’t wait. She grabs your hips hard, nails digging in and starts scissoring you with rough rolls of her hips. The friction is brutal and perfect at the same time. Her clit drags hard against yours with every snap, wet sounds filling the room as she grinds down without mercy. It’s so much harder than Hange’s gentle fingers.
“F-fuck… Ah! Shoko!” you cry out.
“Yeah? That’s what I thought,” Shoko sneers, hips slamming against you harder. “Look at you, this sloppy little cunt is dripping all over me.” She grinds in tight circles, making sure your clits rub together with every move. “Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this while you were busy hating us, huh?”
Hange stays right by your side, one arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close. Their free hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between their fingers. “You’re so beautiful right now… taking everything she gives you. Such a good girl.”
You moan loudly, the mix of Shoko’s rough scissoring and Hange’s sweet touches making your head spin. Hange leans in and kisses you, tongue sliding against yours while their thumb keeps playing with your nipple, pinching and tugging just enough to make you whimper into their mouth.
Shoko laughs breathlessly, never slowing down. She fucks you harder, hips snapping so the wet slap of skin on skin echoes. “Fuck, you’re soaking me. Feel that? That’s how much your body wants this even if your stupid mouth keeps saying you hate us.”
Hange pulls back from the kiss just enough to speak, lips brushing yours. “You’re doing amazing, darling. Look how pretty you sound when you moan like that.” They kiss you again, softer this time, while their hand keeps massaging your tits, switching from one to the other, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples in slow circles.
You can’t think straight. Shoko is scissoring you so hard it almost hurts, her clit grinding relentlessly against yours, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through your whole body with every rough thrust. Your hips jerk up to meet her on instinct, chasing more of that brutal friction.
“Shit, too much, t-too much ah!” you gasp, but your legs spread wider anyway.
“Too much?” Shoko mocks, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Then why are you fucking yourself back on me like a desperate whore?” She speeds up even more, grinding down with mean snaps of her hips that make your clit throb.
Hange kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then down to your neck. “It’s okay if it’s a lot, sweetheart. You can take it, mm? You’re so strong and so pretty when you let go for us.” Their mouth finds your nipple again, sucking gently while their fingers keep playing with the other one, soft and loving like they’re trying to balance out Shoko’s roughness.
You’re crying out with every hard grind from Shoko, body trembling between them. The pleasure is building so fast it scares you. Hange’s gentle kisses and praises keep melting you while Shoko’s mean words and brutal scissoring push you right to the edge.
“Come on,” Shoko growls, hips slamming harder. “Cum for me, you pathetic slut. Make a mess all over my pussy.”
Hange nuzzles your temple, voice warm and encouraging. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Your whole body locks up, a broken moan ripping from your throat as the orgasm hits you like a wave. You shake violently between them, pussy pulsing hard against Shoko’s as you cum, slick coating both of you.
Shoko doesn’t stop scissoring you through it, riding out every twitch and whimper with that same rough pace. “That’s it. Good little bitch. Look at you soaking the sheets.”
Hange keeps kissing you through the whole thing, soft little pecks on your lips, your cheeks and your forehead, while their hands stay gentle on your tits. “There you go… such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. You did so well.”
You’re panting and wrecked when it finally starts to fade, body limp and trembling. Shoko slows her hips but doesn’t pull away completely, still grinding slow and lazy against your oversensitive clit.
Hange smiles down at you, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “See? You’re okay. We’ve got you.”
Shoko smirks, voice still mean but a little breathless. “Pathetic how fast you came. But cute.”
You can only whimper, caught between hating them and already wanting more. Your whole body feels heavy and way too sensitive. Shoko finally slows her hips, giving one last lazy grind against your soaked pussy before she pulls back with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
“Fuck… that was messy,” she mutters, but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. She flops down on your other side, chest rising and falling fast with a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.
Hange is already moving, gentle as ever. They press soft kisses all over your face, little pecks on your forehead and the tip of your nose. “You did so good, sweetheart,” they whisper. “So pretty when you let go like that. I’m really proud of you.”
You whimper quietly, eyes still half-closed. Your thighs are trembling and sticky, and the ache between your legs is deep now, but in a good way. Hange notices right away. They reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of water that must have been left there last night.
“Here, drink a little,” they say softly, helping you lift your head. You take small sips, the cool water soothing your dry throat. Hange wipes the corner of your mouth with their thumb when a drop escapes. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Shoko watches the whole thing with that lazy smirk, but she doesn’t say anything mean this time. Instead she rolls onto her side and reaches for the blanket that got kicked to the foot of the bed. She pulls it up over the three of you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising care.
“Don’t get used to this soft shit,” she says, but there’s no bite in it. She scoots closer anyway, pressing her body against your back so you’re sandwiched between them again, this time all warm and safe.
Hange smiles at her over your shoulder, then turns back to you. “You okay? Not too sore?” Their hand slides down gently, not between your legs, just resting on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin. “If anything hurts, tell me. I can get a warm cloth or something.”
You shake your head a little. “I’m… fine. Just tired. And kinda embarrassed still.”
Shoko snorts softly against the back of your neck. “Embarrassed? After you came so hard you almost cried? Cute.” But then she presses a kiss right below your ear, surprisingly gentle. “You were hot though. Really hot.”
Hange chuckles quietly and leans in to kiss your lips, no tongue this time. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. We loved every second, you were perfect.” They pull back and brush your sweaty hair away from your face. “Want me to rub your back a little? Or just cuddle? Whatever you need.”
The warm and safe feeling from a minute ago is already slipping away. Your skin feels sticky and used, your thighs still slick and every little ache between your legs reminds you exactly what just happened. You feel dirty. Really dirty. Like you let the two people you’ve spent months complaining about turn you into something pathetic and needy. Your stomach twists. You shift uncomfortably under the blanket, trying to pull away a little, but Hange’s arm is still draped over you and Shoko’s body is pressed close against your back.
“I… I feel gross,” you whisper, voice cracking. You can’t even look at them. “This was so stupid. I let you both… and now I just feel dirty. Like I shouldn’t have done any of that.”
The words hang in the air for a second. Hange sits up a bit, their messy hair falling into their eyes as they look down at you with a worried expression. “Hey, hey, no. Come here, sweetheart.” They gently pull you closer, wrapping both arms around you so your head rests against their chest. Their hand strokes your hair in soothing motions. “You’re not dirty at all. Not even a little. You were beautiful. You let yourself feel good, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
You shake your head against their skin, eyes stinging. “But it’s you two. I’ve hated you both for so long and then I just… spread my legs and let you fuck me like that. I feel cheap.”
Shoko lets out a quiet sigh from behind you. She doesn’t move away. Instead she slides her arm tighter around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice is still a little raspy, but the mean edge is gone.
“You’re not cheap. Stop that shit right now.” She presses a kiss to the side of your neck, surprisingly soft. “Yeah, we’ve been assholes to each other all year. But last night? This morning? That wasn’t you being pathetic. That was you finally letting go with people who wanted you just as bad.”
You sniffle, still feeling that gross twist in your chest. “I came so hard I couldn’t even think straight… while you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth. God, I let you do all that.”
Hange cups your face with both hands, tilting it up so you have to look at them. Their eyes are warm and serious, no teasing grin this time. “Listen to me, okay? You didn’t ‘let’ us do anything you didn’t want. Every moan, every time you pushed back against us, every ‘please’… that was you choosing it. And it was hot as hell, but more than that, it was honest. You’re allowed to want things that feel dirty. It doesn’t make you bad or gross. It just makes you human.”
Shoko’s fingers trace slow circles on your stomach under the blanket. “And for the record,” she says quietly, “I only call you that stuff because I know you like it. Not because I think less of you. If it ever stops feeling good, I’ll shut up. But don’t lie there feeling ashamed like you did something wrong. You looked fucking incredible falling apart between us.”
You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill. “I just… I don’t know how to feel normal after this. My body still feels all… used.”
Hange kisses your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your eye where a tear almost falls. “Then let us help you feel clean again. We can take a shower together if you want. Or I can run a bath. Shoko’ll wash your hair and I’ll massage your shoulders, whatever you need. We want to take care of you.”
Shoko nods against your shoulder. “You’re not gross, idiot. You’re just a girl who came really hard with two people who are crazy about her. That’s not dirty. That’s lucky.”
Hange smiles gently and presses another kiss to your lips. “We’ve got you. Both of us. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. Just let us hold you a little longer, okay? You’re safe here. And you’re wanted exactly like this.”
You stay quiet for a moment, letting their words sink in. The gross feeling is still there, but it’s smaller now, pushed back by Hange’s warm hands in your hair and Shoko’s steady arm around your waist.
“…Okay,” you finally mumble, voice small. “Maybe the shower sounds nice.”
Hange’s face lights up with that bright, gentle smile. “Yeah? Then let’s go. I’ll make the water just how you like it.”
Shoko gives your waist one last squeeze before sitting up. “I’ll change the sheets so you have something clean to come back to. We can talk about it more later, or fuck it out, whatever you prefer.”
You let out a watery laugh despite yourself. Hange helps you sit up, keeping an arm around you the whole time and Shoko leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your cheek.
a/n: as i promised, it's here. i wrote this between two nights lowk just going insane, but i liked how it turned out!!
you don’t love ellie.
not really.
but you let her walk you home, let her stay, let her fill the silence your ex left behind. and ellie takes it like it’s enough. ellie knows she isn’t who you’re looking for. but she stays.
because she loves you too much to leave you like you were the first time.
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The apartment door clicked shut behind Sevika, the heavy sound cutting through the quiet like a warning. She stood in the hallway, jacket slung over one shoulder, golden eyes narrowing at the open black box resting on the coffee table. The hex strap gleamed inside—thick, ridged, veins of living violet shimmer already pulsing faintly like it had a heartbeat of its own.
You watched her throat work as she swallowed.
“You’re serious,” she said, voice low and rough. Not a question. A statement laced with something heavier than lust.
“I am.” You stood, stepping close enough to smell the faint leather-and-gun-oil scent still clinging to her skin. “I want you like this. Just once. I checked your bloodwork—you’re clean. Months off shimmer. This is controlled. Safe.”
Sevika’s cybernetic arm flexed, metal fingers curling into a loose fist at her side. Her human hand came up instead, cupping your jaw with surprising gentleness. “Safe,” she echoed, almost bitter. “You don’t get it. That thing syncs straight to my nerves. I’ll feel every flutter, every squeeze, every time your cunt tries to pull me deeper. I’ve hurt people before without meaning to. I don’t… I don’t want to look down and see you crying because I got lost in it and broke you.”
Her eyes searched yours, raw and honest in a way she rarely let anyone see.
You turned your face into her palm, kissing the scarred knuckles. “Then start slow. Stay with me. I trust you. I want you to lose control—but only when I say I can take it.”
She exhaled through her nose, jaw tight, but finally nodded once. “Bedroom. You set the pace at first.”
You led her down the hall, heart hammering. In the bedroom you helped her step into the harness, buckling the thick straps over her powerful hips while her eyes stayed locked on your face. The moment the base pressed against her clit and the tech connected, a low groan tore from her chest. The violet veins lit brighter, throbbing in time with her pulse.
“Fuck,” she whispered, wrapping her human hand around the thick shaft like she was testing its weight. “It’s already warm. Alive.” She looked at you again, hesitation still flickering. “Tell me if it’s too much. Anytime. I stop.”
You stripped for her slowly—letting her watch every inch of skin appear—then crawled onto the bed on your back, thighs spread wide. “Come here, Sevika.”
She moved like she was afraid the mattress would shatter, climbing over you, caging you with those strong arms. The blunt, glowing head of the strap nudged your slick entrance, already leaking faint violet shimmer-lube. She didn’t push in. Just rested there, letting you feel the heat, the subtle throb.
Her mouth found yours—slow, deep, almost reverent. Tongues sliding lazy and wet while her human fingers circled your clit with careful, teasing pressure until you were dripping, hips lifting toward her. Only then did she start to ease forward.
One thick inch. Two. She froze when you gasped, eyes snapping to your face.
“Still good?”
“More,” you breathed. “Feels so fucking good already.”
Another inch. The shimmer veins dragged along your walls, warm and tingling, feeding every flutter straight back to her nerves. Her whole body shuddered.
“God… I feel you,” she rasped, voice cracking. “So tight. Like you’re sucking me in.”
She bottomed out carefully, hips flush, and stayed perfectly still—breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, letting you adjust. You could see the war on her face: raw hunger battling the fear of hurting you.
You rolled your hips once, experimentally. Sevika’s eyes slammed shut.
“Baby—don’t—fuck—”
You did it again, clenching deliberately around her. Her control frayed.
She started moving—long, deliberate rolls of her hips, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and slow. Each stroke dragged every ridge and glowing vein along your walls. The shimmer warmed inside you, spreading liquid heat that made your toes curl.
“Good girl,” she murmured against your neck, kissing, sucking marks into your skin. “Taking every inch so pretty for me.”
You raked your nails down her back—light at first, then harder as pleasure coiled tighter. Sevika hissed, back arching into the sting.
“Again,” she growled. “Scratch me. Mark me up.”
Your nails dug in deeper on the next thrust, dragging red lines down the muscle of her shoulders. She groaned, low and filthy, hips snapping a little harder.
The pace built—still controlled, but heavier now. The wet slap of her hips meeting yours filled the room. Her human hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat—firm, possessive, thumb pressing just under your jaw so your head tilted back. Not cutting off air, just holding. Owning.
“Look at me,” she ordered, voice dark. “This pussy is mine. No one else ever gets to feel you like this. Mine to stretch. Mine to fill.”
You moaned around the pressure of her hand, walls fluttering harder around the strap. The choking made everything sharper—every thrust, every pulse of shimmer inside you. Sevika’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide.
“Yeah? You like when I own you like this?” She squeezed a fraction tighter, just enough to make your vision spark. “Like knowing I could ruin you and you’d still beg for more?”
“Yes—fuck, Sevika—yours—”
She fucked you deeper then, hips rolling in that perfect grind that dragged the glowing head against your g-spot on every stroke. The reservoir kicked in without warning.
The first hot spurt of synthetic shimmer-cum flooded you—thick, glowing violet, pulsing deep. Sevika’s whole body locked up. A broken, animal sound ripped from her throat as the tech fed the sensation straight back to her—every clench of your cunt milking her cock, every ripple of pleasure crashing through her nerves like it was her own.
“Fuck—I’m cumming—inside you—shit, I feel it—”
She didn’t stop. Kept thrusting through it, driving the load deeper, grinding her pelvis against your clit until you shattered. Your orgasm hit hard—walls spasming violently around her, nails raking bloody lines down her back as you cried out. The strap responded instantly, pumping another thick wave of hot cum into you, overflowing until it leaked glowing violet down your ass and thighs.
Sevika snarled, possession turning feral. She pulled out only long enough to flip you onto your stomach, yank your hips up, and slam back in with one brutal thrust. No more careful. Primal.
Her cybernetic arm locked around your waist like a steel band, hauling you back onto her cock with every savage snap of her hips. Her human hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so she could growl against your ear while the other slid around your throat again—tighter now, perfect pressure that made your moans come out broken and desperate.
“Mine,” she snarled, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “This tight little cunt is mine. Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days. No one else. Ever.”
You scratched wildly at her forearms, nails digging into the muscle of her back whenever you could reach, leaving long red trails that only seemed to drive her harder. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust. The shimmer kept pulsing—another load flooding you, then another—each one hotter, thicker, the tech making her feel every single spurt like it was tearing pleasure straight from her spine.
She flipped you again, onto your back, hooking your legs over her shoulders so she could fold you in half. The new angle let her drive impossibly deeper, the glowing veins dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. Her hand stayed around your throat—thumb stroking your pulse while she choked you just right, eyes locked on yours like she was memorizing the way your face looked when she owned you completely.
“Cum for me again,” she demanded, voice wrecked and possessive. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up.”
You broke—screaming her name, back arching, nails raking down her scarred back so hard you drew fresh blood. The strap responded with a violent pulse, pumping load after load until you were overflowing, glowing violet cum slicking both your bodies. Sevika roared through her own climax, hips stuttering, cybernetic fingers bruising your hip while her human hand loosened just enough on your throat to let you gasp her name like a prayer.
She fucked you through every aftershock—slow, deep, grinding rolls that kept the shimmer pulsing lazily inside you, little after-spurts filling you until you were a dripping, trembling mess beneath her. Only then did she collapse, still buried to the hilt, chest heaving against yours.
Her mouth found yours in a slow, messy, passionate kiss—tongues sliding lazy and deep while her hand stroked your throat with reverent gentleness now.
“You okay, baby?” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head, smiling against her lips, legs still trembling around her waist. Your fingers traced the fresh scratches down her back, feeling the raised welts you’d left. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Sevika huffed a shaky laugh, hips giving one last slow roll that made you both moan. The strap was still warm and thick inside you, glowing faintly.
“One time,” she murmured, but her golden eyes were dark with leftover hunger, thumb brushing your lower lip.
You grinned, nails scratching lightly down her back again just to watch her shiver.
“Liar,” you whispered.
And Sevika kissed you harder—filthy, passionate, already promising she was nowhere near done with you tonight.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up…” you mumbled to yourself anxiously as you rocked back and forth in your immobile car.
It had broken down at the worst time possible and now you were stuck here trying to call every person you could find in your contacts. But little did you know, when push comes to shove, everyone shows their real colours.
You were already two breakdowns in your misery. How come none of your friends had the decency to come help you out when you were stuck in the middle of nowhere with a rust-bucket of a car, a phone at 19% and anxiety brewing in your chest.
What if some sort of wild animal came out of the woods and took you with it into the darkness, and you never made it out alive? It didn’t help that the streets were deserted and dark. You pulled your jacket a little tighter.
You took a deep breath and finally hit the call button for Sevika.
Your ex girlfriend who just so happened to be a mechanic.
For a while, it was ringing. And then she picked up. “What do you want?”
“Sevika,” you called, voice cracking a little, “can you please come and help me out? I’m in a really tight spot right now.”
“Is that right? And I’m the first person you called?” Sevika asked, amusement clear in her tone.
You bit back your sarcasm and replied, “Sev, I’m in the middle of nowhere, my phone’s gonna die soon. Please, hurry.”
There was no joke from her when she got up, keys jingling as if she were on a mission. “I’ll be there as fast as I can. Send me your location.”
“Thank you!” You said, voice just a tiny whisper now from relief as you sent your location and waited for Sevika.
Ten minutes passed and then twenty. She was nowhere to be seen. But just as you were giving up all hope, you saw the flicker of headlights and the rumble of a car’s engine inching closer. It stopped beside your car and the window rolled down.
“Need a hand, princess?” Sevika asked, smirk on her smug face.
You sighed deeply, “yes, please…”
Sevika opened the car door and stepped out. She looked so good now, not that she didn’t before. She just looked hotter now that she was your ex…
You stepped out of the car after popping the hood for her.
“You can stay in, it ain’t safe out here,” Sevika grunted as she worked.
You didn’t listen, instead you walked right up to where she stood and leaned against the edge of the car.
“I’m sorry.”
Sevika looked up, blinking at you. “What for?”
“Everything before. I shouldn’t have led you on when I wasn’t mentally stable for a relationship,” you admitted, “and I felt really bad after everything broke off between us but I didn’t know if you hated me or not so I didn’t know if it was appropriate to call you to apologise.”
Sevika straightened up, taking a deep breath, “you should go back in your car.”
“Sev… I’m not trying to fix what I ruined. I know I can’t, but I was hoping you—”
“Sit in the car now. Please.” Sevika said, turning you around with her clean hand.
You didn’t want to bother her while she was working so you listened and quietly got back into the car.
The air was so tense it was suffocating but you wanted to talk to her. You wanted to apologise for messing up your relationship with her in the past although you knew fully well she likely wouldn’t forgive you for that.
But you felt like the least you owed her was an apology.
After a while, Sevika was done.
“You’re all good,” she said, closing the hood, “try the engine.”
You did, and it worked perfectly fine. You sighed, killing the engine and opening the door. You stepped outside.
“Sevika.”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s talk, please. I don’t want you to be mad at me especially after you came here all the way just to help me out.”
“I’m not mad at you.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “but aren’t—?”
Before you could finish what you were saying, Sevika pressed your back into the car’s body as she kissed you. Your eyes widened, hands hovering— unsure if you should put them on her before finally, you melted into the kiss.
Sevika’s hand gripped your waist, pushing you up against the car as she kissed you deeper. You felt weak in the knees. You needed her more now.
“Sevika…” you breathed her name.
“Don’t say a word.” She whispered.
You obeyed, letting her kiss you stupid. Your body felt warm against hers. You needed her badly. Your hands were tucked into Sevika’s chest as you held her shirt.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you too fucking much.”
You looked up, your heartbeat suddenly feeling much faster.
Sevika opened the car door and pushed you in the back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, letting her push you inside. She got in herself and closed the door before kissing you again. The kiss was sloppy, deep and indicating something deeper as her lips moved against yours.
Her thigh pressed between yours, earning a feeble moan from you as you held her shirt collar, bringing her closer to yourself if possible. Sevika let you, her hand cradling your waist.
“You want me?” She asked.
You nodded, “badly.”
She was quick as she removed your clothes, pushing your dress up and yanking your panties down to expose your pussy. First, she circled your clit with her thumb, pressing just enough to have you squeaking and arching your body to feel more of her.
She chuckled. She loved seeing you become desperate for her touch. It was one of the things that turned her on the most.
“Show me you,” Sevika rasped, her fingers tracing up your entrance.
You spread your legs apart further, allowing her to use you however she pleased. Your hand reached up to pull your dress up more, revealing more of your body to her. Sevika groaned under her breath, shoving two digits inside.
You squeaked, breath catching in your throat as you squirmed under her body. “I want you so badly, please. Please, be as rough with me as you wanna be.”
“I know,” Sevika chuckled, smirk darkening as she leaned closer, capturing your nipple between her teeth.
She tugged at it, making you whimper and hug her tightly. Sevika didn’t let go, easing her fingers in and out. Your wet pussy made sounds that made you want to hide in her shirt forever and never make eye contact with her ever again.
You were having sloppy filthy sex with your ex at the back of your car. Your legs were wrapped around Sevika loosely while her fingers pumped in you recklessly, making each and every thrust take you to heaven. Your eyes fluttered close.
You were in absolute bliss. “Sevika, you’re— you haven’t ever changed. It feels so good. It feels— it feels way too good.”
Sevika didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Her mouth worked on your chest leaving purpling bruises down the valley of your breasts.
“I love you so much, I’m gonna make sure you know that.” Sevika nipped at your neck, sucking a dark hickey there, “forever. Always mine.”
“I’ll always be yours. I promise, Sevika…”
“Good girl.” She rubbed your clit with her thumb, “now cum for me, pretty girl.”
Your eyes widened and you gripped the edge of the seat as your liquids gushed out of you, soaking her palm and fingers. Sevika watched you cum with satisfaction written all over her smug face before she ended the act with a kiss to your temple.
