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MASTERLIST

ARCANE

sevika

Pimp sevika

Gipfirefighter!sevikaxplussized!reader

mel x sevika

Big clit sevika

Sevika x Androgynous!Reader

Lawyer!Sevika pt2

Dbf!sevika

Bosssevika!xSecretary!reader

caitlyn

Meandom!Caitlyn

TLOU

Abby

Nerdy!Abbyxfemdom!reader

Mom abby

Marine!Abby x older!reader

Gym!Abby

Twitter links

Ellie

Ellie's birthday present

tutor!ellie

Streamer Ellie

Twitter links

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#AFTERCARE

P*RNSTARS 'N PAINTINGS

Masterlist

Synopsis: new apartment, new hot neighbor and very needed new pink curtains.

WC: 5K

Warnings: MDNI 18+, camgirl!reader, artist!ellie, maturbation, squirting, fingering, tribbing, voyeurism(?) ,

It was your first real move, your first apartment wasn’t far from your parents house, unfortunately, so when the opportunity to move somewhere far, far away presented itself you were gone with the wind. 

The apartment you found was perfect, a big one bedroom flat with many windows. Though the two windows in your room were directly across from someone else’s apartment, it didn’t take away from the views you had in your living room. 

You signed the lease, got the keys and you were letting the movers bring your boxes in, in no time. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone in such a big spot like this.” One of the movers joked, you rolled your eyes. 

“You should have someone strong around to protect you.” He flexed his biceps in some corny manner, trying to flatter you somehow; yet it only seemed to give you the ick.

“No need.” You whistled, first came jaws, a tiny puppy you’d recently picked up from the pound. He was an absolute sweetheart and you clicked with him from the first time you met him “I have Jaws!” You smiled, now holding the pup in your arms. 

“This little guy? He doesn’t seem like he’d hurt a fly!” The himbo in front of you folded his arms over his chest. “Who said I just had one?” You whistled once more “Binks!” You called, to which came running a larger dog.

“Holy shit.” He took a step back, the Rottweiler sat at your feet, panting happily. “Binks is three in a few weeks, she’s friendly, trust me.” Binks was another rescue, she was always so friendly with new people but she knew when playtime was just about over. 

“I think we’re just fine here, thanks though!” You forced a smile.

Once the men were done moving everything in, you spoke with their supervisor, making sure everything was taken care of. “Oh and the spare you gave us will be taken care of, we have special services that repurpose any keys that aren’t needed.” You furrowed your brows, it was suspicious but you didn’t want to argue it too much.

They had an option for you to allow them a spare key in case you weren’t home for them to move you stuff in, which sounded reasonable at first but now, you were starting to regret it.

“Are you sure that’s, you know, safe? Legal even-”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll be melt down my eleven tonight. I’ll make sure of it.” He smiled, he seemed set on it — probably some sort of commission, maybe it was just part of the job. Though something did feel off about it, you let it go. 

You planned how you wanted to decorated the place but of course, that wouldn’t get done until atleast the end of the week. So instead you decorated your room the best you could, hell you even went as far as setting up your desk and cam stuff to maybe even stream a little; get a bit of extra pocket change. 

Sitting in front of your laptop with the website pulled up, you were just about ready to go live and then you remembered, turning slowly to the window, you had no curtains. 

“Fuck me!” You got up, walking over to the window you analyze your neighbours room. Whoever they were, they had a lot of cool stuff lying around and an easel? Did you manage to move in next door to a painter? 

As if on cue, you saw through the open bedroom door the hallway light turned on. You decided to keep watching, so you did just that, crossing your arms over your chest as you observed.

It was a girl, maybe around your age, she was cute you wouldn't lie, but she looked stressed. She didn’t notice you — not yet at least — she tossed down her side bag and began rummaging through the place.

Searching for something until she seemingly found it, a sketchpad? She dropped it down onto the desk in front of the parallel window, still too focused to notice you, she began flipping through the pages clearly muttering to herself. 

It wasn’t until she stood up straight, running her hands through her hair, her eyes caught yours and she froze. Now this, this was awkward, the girl was very clearly embarrassed to be caught brainstorming whatever it was she was doing and you — you were people watching, a normal occurrence for you actually.

You both blinked a few times before you decided to give her a small wave and smile, hoping to come off as friendly. She looked behind her then back to you before pointing at herself; she couldn’t be this dense? 

You nodded your head, giggling to yourself; cute, probably talented and funny? What a score.

She nervously waved back, you came up with the smart idea to open the window. Looking down at the locks you tried to decipher them before attempting just to make yourself not look stupid, fucking architectures and their complex living designs.

You thought, why not ask your neighbour? Turning your attention back to her you were met with closed curtains, your stomach sank, was it something you’d done? You tried to shrug it off and sat back at your desk, it ruined your mood, even if you could stream you didn’t even really want to anymore. 

You typed up a short announcement for your page, letting your fans and followers know that you’d be back in a few days due to your location move. With that, you shut your laptop and plopped down into your bed, Jaws joining you shortly after. 

“Hey bud,” you whispered, scratching behind his ear as he flopped over next to you. “I’m not that mean looking, am I Jaws?” You joked, slowly falling asleep as the thought of the girl pacing her room filled your mind. 

On the other hand, Ellie was up late, she’d sold one of her pieces earlier that evening but that only meant she had to get to work on her next big thing. “Shit.” She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands pulling at her roots and her knees bouncing. 

She could do Salt Lake City, a pretty portrait of what the place would look like post apocalyptic? No, that was too childish. She could do something displaying her personal struggle, but that would be too telling; she didn’t want people to know her personally. 

There was so much she could think of but nothing felt right to her, she sighed, laying back in her bed and staring at the ceiling. “Fuck my life.” She muttered, she sat in silence for a bit before turning back to closed curtains. 

She felt bad for abruptly cutting of your interaction but she knew she needed her focus, though she was curious, the last person that lived there had their blinds closed all the time; Maybe she should’ve been a bit warmer.

Ellie rose from her spot, slowly walking over to the closed curtains taking a breath before peeking through them. Your room was now dark, but she could still make out your sleeping silhouette on the bed and the small dog you had curled up next to you. “Awe.” She smiled to herself, Ellie had always wanted a dog growing up but Joel had always deemed her ‘not responsible enough’ to handle one. 

She stood there watching you, not in a creepy pervy way — maybe just a little bit — but in admiration. You were stunning from what she caught a glimpse from earlier, it made her kinda nervous to have someone as pretty as you just next door. 

She sat at her desk, opening her signature sketchbook and beginning to scribble. It was you, your silhouette at the window earlier and you now resting next to your pup, she also drew a small portrait of you with your smile and pretty nose. 

All it was missing was your eyes, she couldn’t recall what they looked like and it pissed her off. She spent all night trying to get them right but she couldn’t; she fell asleep at her desk trying to perfect your portrait but alas, her body betrayed her.

You spent the next few days unpacking, Jaws and Binks being your extra set of hands, or paws you should say. 

You sat on your couch, Jaws in your lap as you watched ‘Love island’ for the first time. “What the fuck is this.” You muttered to yourself about a hundred times while watching it but you just couldn’t pull yourself away from the screen.

Just as you were about to try and find something else to put on there was a light knock at your door. Jaws was quick to start barking and run to the door, you chuckled. “Alright Jaws, I heard it too.” Padding your way to the door, you weren’t expecting anyone? Who dares disturb you while you're so busy?

When you opened it, you were taken back by the girl before you.

“Hi.” She smiled, very obviously nervous. You gave her a soft smile in return. “Hello.” You greeted playfully.

“I, uh-” She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. “Sorry, I’m Ellie.” She greeted, sticking her hand out for you to chase, you tilted your head to the side.

“Are you gonna open your eyes, babe?” You giggled, she did, blinking a few times before putting her hand back down. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” You introduced yourself, your name echoing through her head as you smiled at her. She couldn’t collect her thoughts in time, you looked down at her other hand that was pretty preoccupied. 

“Is that-” It was a try of two drinks and a small brown paper bag, had she gotten you breakfast? “Oh, yes. Yeah, I didn’t know if you drank coffee or liked tea, so I got you a hot chocolate. Can’t go wrong with that.” She handed you the cup, her hands stained with colors which confirmed your suspicions from the other night; she was a painter. 

“Still warm.” It melted your heart, not completely, but you did feel that sting at the back of your throat; the one that only meant one thing, tears. 

“I also brought you something to go with it, a croissant, freshly baked.” She handed you the folded paper bag, breakfast in bed? She was pulling so many strings.

“This is so sweet, thank you, what do I owe this pleasure?” She smiled. 

“Nothing, I just wanted to properly introduce myself to my new neighbour. I wasn’t all that nice the other night.” She fidgeted in her spot, kicking the ground. 

“Don’t apologize, I was- people watching. I’m sorry.” Her apologetic eyes made your stomach jump, something about her was just so intriguing and you wanted to find out what it was. “Uh- would you, like to come in?” You opened the door a bit wider, trying to invite her in.

“I would- love to but I have a meeting with a couple buyers.” She spoke with her hands, it was cute, like a t-Rex with their signature tiny hands. 

“Buyers?” You raised a brow, it sounded like what she did was very important. “Yeah, I do art. Well not do, I make art, well- I paint.” She corrected.

“Oh I see,” You smiled, an idea coming to mind. “Well I don’t wanna hold you here any longer, don’t want you to be late or anything.” 

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I’ll see you around then?” You asked and she nodded, you bid your goodbyes, as she was heading to the elevator you stuck your head out the door one last time. 

“Ellie?” You called, she spun around on her heel, stopped in her tracks. “Maybe you could paint me one day?” You could see the color rise to her cheeks, before she could answer you, you started again. 

“You know, like one of your French girls? If you catch my drift?” You smiled wide before disappearing into your apartment.

Ellie’s mind was filled with nothing more than your silhouette, your smell, your smile and your eyes. Sitting in the small conference room, her coffee had gone cold and she’d barely drunk it “like one of your French girls?” She whispered to herself for the thousandth time, smiling to herself; were you flirting with her? 

“Ellie?” She turned to Dina, her best friend and basically manager “Can you do this?” She asked, her voice was stern, this was serious. Of course Ellie had sold the painting at the gallery from the night before but now she needed to solidify the price and figure out if they had any other inquiries. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got this. In the bag.” She slouched back in her chair, trying to play it cool but the blush that started at your apartment never really went away. “We’re so fucked.” Dina sighed quietly as the buyers entered the room. 

“Mister and Misses Nelson! Hello, how are you?” Dina put on her best ‘servicing voice’ she called it — just another way of her saying customer service tone, but she’d never admit that — greeting the married couple. 

“I’ve got this.” Ellie reassured herself quietly. 

Ellie bursted through her apartment door, tossing down her side bag and shrugging off the sweater she wore. “Fucking idiot.” Kicking her shoes off, she began to pace, now you’d think that she flunked the sale, that the Nelsons walked out and she didn’t get a single penny; well that’s not the case.

She sold, and it was huge, the Nelsons brought in her biggest cheque to date. A hundred and fifty thousand dollars, her chest tightened when she heard it; she was always so used to a mere three thousand, eight thousand, and on some occasions maybe ten thousand, but this? This was big. 

That wasn’t the cause of her panic, no, the Nelsons wanted more than the one piece. They’d offered her a contract, they wanted her to do three more pieces. 

They’d pay her twenty-five thousand a piece, present them at a high end showcase and go 75/25 on the finalized prices — and no she wasn’t on the short end of the deal, they were giving her most of the profits. 

The only issue, Ellie’s pieces as of late had been lack luster in her eyes. Stuff she wouldn’t even sell on eBay in her opinion, the deal was perfect, she couldn’t just pass it up but how the fuck was she supposed to get out of an art block that she’s been facing for almost two months now?

She hadn’t realized she paced herself right into her room, maybe it was for the best because the first thing that popped into her mind was you. Curiously, she sat at her desk, same sketchbook, same spot, now though your environment had changed. 

You had curtains now, a pretty pink with a leopard print decorating it, though you hadn’t closed them. 

You sat in front of your webcam, wearing nothing more than a large t-shirt and your underwear. You felt lazy tonight, but you had a small fanbase to feed.

Sugama12 left a $25 dollar donation! -> you look so cute tonight. 

“Awe you’re so sweet, I’m still unpacking so no special outfit tonight. Can you guys forgive me?” You pouted to the camera, waiting for something to come in. 

user398760826: of course !!!

wetpussluvr9: flash us ur tits and maybe we will?

pinksilicone✓ left a $75 dollar donation! -> glad to see you back baby, I know ur hiding that delicious cunt from us. 

You rolled your eyes playfully “Penny,” you whined, you made mutuals with Penny when you first started, she taught you everything you needed to know about caming; also taught you how to handle such a crowd. 

“Fine you caught me, but you guys have just been so good to me for my first stream back.” You licked your lips, very obviously sneaking a hand between your thighs. 

“It just makes me so, I don’t know- horny.” You whimpered, pushing away from the desk in your rolling chair, giving your viewers a peek at your hand down your underwear. 

tealblu: ohmygoddddddd

oliveeeerrrrr: that’s so hot

titfckr: been waiting for this all day

Doubleaanderson left a $100 dollar donation! -> take ‘em off. 

You smiled, your eyes low, senses filled with pleasure. “Anything for you baby.” You giggled before doing so, your pussy on full display. 

“Ta-da.” You smiled, using your fingers to spread  yourself. “I’m drenched.” You whined. 

giggleshits14: so fucked out and so pretty, god I’ve seen what you’ve done for others

tealblu: slowdown, I can t type wit on e hand we ll

wetpussluvr9: I feel fed.

user398760826: squirting contest !!!

Doubleaanderson left a $150 dollar donation! -> cum, yeah.

pinksilicone✓ left a $350 dollar donation! -> fuck that baby, squirt, yeah. 

Thank god for Penny.

“Yes, mommy.” You whined happily, stuffing your cunt with three of your fingers. Pumping them in and out at a steady pace, your jaw hanging slack as your whimpers and whines grew louder. 

“Oh my-” There it was, the gush of sweet release. Your stomach caved in as you watched yourself come undone, your floor now resembling one of a swim deck; you had a mess to clean up later. 

pinksilicone✓ left a $100 dollar donation! -> good job baby! 

Doubleaanderson sent a $500 dollar donation! -> good girl. 

You pulled yourself back to your desk, missing the puddle of your own pleasure by inches. You smiled tiredly. “Thank you baby,” you tried fixing your now messy hair. 

“Now if you loves don’t mind, I have a mess to clean. I’ll come for you guys another time?” You smiled, many pings coming in as you blew a short kiss to the camera before logging off for the night. 

Ellie was astonished at the show you’d just put on, her heart was racing, the beat matching the one between her legs as well. Not only were you drop dead gorgeous in her eyes but you knew your body like the back of your hand, something about it made warmth pool in her underwear. 

She needed you, in more than one way, ways that would probably freak you out but god. It was beautiful. 

Maybe she should’ve stopped gawking, as you relaxed back in your chair, pushing away from your desk as you let out a long sigh of relief, you smiled to yourself. Slowly turning towards your window, you opened your eyes causing you to shoot up in your chair. 

Come to find out, you hadn’t closed your blinds that entire time and to your surprise there sat none other than Ellie at her window very obviously having watched your entire show from her window. 

Without thought you quickly got up and shut your newly bought curtains “I’m so fucking stupid.” You muttered to yourself as you held the curtains closed, you probably just scared off the girl of your nonexistent dreams. She’d probably label you a perverted freak, probably move out — seeing as she just found out she lives next door to a camgirl — tell her parents about you and they’d air your business out like dirty laundry to their neighbours. 

“Fuck!” You threw yourself onto your fresh spread. 

On the other hand, Ellie’s brain was moving like clogs. She sketched you so many times she couldn’t count them all, your pleasured face and your finger stuffed cunt. She imagined you in so many different positions and poses she couldn’t keep them bottled up, it gave her an idea.

She tried to sleep, but she couldn’t get you off her mind. She checked the windows to see if you’d opened your curtains, but still they remained shut. Ellie couldn’t help it, she got up around nine that morning, brewing a cup of black coffee and standing in front of a large empty canvas. 

“This is pervy.” She whispered to herself before begin the sketch.

Dina once told Ellie about a flower “Clitoria ternatea” also known as the butterfly pea, Dina explained that it resembled the clit pretty well. Like mother nature's very own pretty pussy in all its glory, searching up a few photos, Ellie shrugged. 

“Fuck it.” 

She was on a role, or so she thought. 

It took Ellie days to finalize the sketch, but once it came time to get to painting she was stuck. She felt as if she'd ruined the image if she added color to it, she was frustrated. 

She held the paint filled brush inches away from the canvas, hesitating. “Are you fucking kidding me.” She put the brush down before running a hand over her face, she huffed, staring at the sketch before her. 

The thought of you coming back to her, it brought back that warm feeling in her stomach and the clench between her thighs. “Mm- fuck.” She shifted, trying to fix her underwear. 

Still uncomfortable, still wet. “Shit.” She muttered, she took a moment to think to herself, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-

“No, fuck that.” She began pacing, even peeked through her curtain to see what you were up to. Your curtains were wide open but the place was empty, just your two pups on your bed cuddled up together, sleeping. 

“Of course, she’s not home.” She muttered, walking back to the piece she was working on. It felt as if the painting had gotten bigger, as if when she turned her back it doubled in size. 

“No. No! It wasn’t this big before!” She grumbled, the flower was intimidating, the empty lines pleading for color. The white fabric seemed to be discolouring by the second, the image was distorting itself before her. 

“Fuck off, Fuck. Off.” 

She slammed her room door shut, shutting her curtains and dimming the room lights. Maybe it’s what she needed, a break from the brainstorming; she pulled up her laptop, ready to watch something corny and fall asleep hopefully. 

She sat at her home screen for a minute, her mind wandering to none other than you. She glanced at her curtains, she could tell your lights were still off; you hadn’t come home yet. 

“This is weird.” She whispered to herself as she opened her browser, switching to incognito and as if on cue she got a text from Dina. 

The Man (Dina): Nelson's found a showcase, three months away. 

her heart dropped. 

The Man(Dina): big spenders, big opportunity. bring ur best els, i know u can.

It was all too much, she wasn’t used to such high stress situations like this. A time crunch? She didn’t do that shit, it took her in total a month over the span of eight months to complete one piece and now she was pushing out orders like a machine? 

She sighed “Gotta loosen the screws somehow.” Ellie didn’t know where to start exactly, so she opened Instagram and searched your name. There you were, even your socials were pink — even if the layout was black, you somehow made it radiate a pretty pink.

Scrolling through your photos only made the girl realize that you were just as gorgeous online, there were thousands of people on your page you’d managed to rack up a solid fifty thousand followers. “Fuck me.” Ellie whispered as she sat up, moving her laptop into her lap. 

Her brows creased as she scrolled your page, eventually moving on to your stories which were way more lewd. She eventually came across a clip of you and Penny together “If you wanna see us kiss you should like, click the link!” Penny joked and you giggled, the two of you very obviously sweaty from your previous activities. 

Ellie knew better, it was an invasion of your privacy, hell she’d just met you — but it wasn’t a want at this point, no, it was a need. 

The link led straight to a pretty pink website, very obviously your page, it was an old stream.

You sat on Penny’s bed, making sure you were live. The comments came flooding in, asking questions about your new location and pretty lingerie set. 

“Is it live?” Penny asked, still fiddling with the camera, you shrugged. “You tell me.” You smiled.

“You bitch.” 

bushbrigade1998: omg is this a collab?

user1290347865: I know this room. 

pussygenie: You&Penny? Same room? This is about to get messy. LOVE. 

nightowl5: get on with it.

cl1tf1ndr: that red one piece is stunning on u

katkilla✓: Penny find a new bombshell? 

“Kitty? No fucking way!” Penny crawled into the bed next to you, reading the comments from your phone. “What do we owe this big surprise? You already know the answer to that.” Penny smirked at the camera.

katkilla✓: well??? introduce us!

So she did, placing a gentle hand around your throat as she told the audience who you were. “She’s such a good girl, I promise.” Reaching her thumb up and caressing your bottom lip gently. 

“So? What should I do with her?” She asked the camera, picking your phone up waiting for a response. 

venusclaire: GET, THE, STRAAAAAAAAAAAP

nightowl5: fuck! please!

user6969: oooo mating press! 

“C’monnnn, I know you guys can do better than this.” You learned that Penny ran a strict program, no matter how many comments you responded to, you never — ever — take orders from anyone that isn’t donating. 

Penny held your chin up with her free fingers, while her thumb remained inside your mouth, pressing against your tongue. 

glitterclirz left a $50 dollar donation! -> show us her boobs. 

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Penny smiled, putting your phone down in front of you both. Taking her now damp thumb and sucking it clean from any excess saliva, you both giggled. 

Penny slid behind you, moving your hair out of the way and resting her head in the crook of your neck “She smells so good, like warm vanilla.” She boasted before shoving her nose into your skin “Penny, oh my god!” You giggled, she undid your bra, letting the Lacey material fall before you.

“Oh my god.” Ellie whispered to herself, setting her laptop back on the bed and sprawling across her mattress as she began skipping through the video. 

She got to a point where you’d both stripped down, the camera was no longer mounted now in the hands of Penny as she fingered you open, your moans loud as you gripped the red duvet beneath you. 

“Slip me a third- Please!” You begged, staring up into the camera, your eyes watery as if you were on the verge of tears. “So polite,” Penny taunted, but she did what you asked. 

“Fuck.” You breathed. 

Ellie was infatuated with you, skipping further, the two of you now grinding against each other. The ache between her legs was unbearable in her underwear, yet she felt as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen; from you. 

The camera was mounted once more, but off to the side this time. You were on top, being heavily guided by the girl beneath you “Penny, oh my god!” If you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. Your voice was high pitched and shaky, your whimpers loud and long as the sound of your two sloppy cunts making out filled the room. 

“You’re doing great.” Penny whispered to you, she knew you were overwhelmed but you had an audience to please “Just one more, I know you can, for me?” 

And as always, you did what was asked of you, Penny sat up to meet you, your skin colliding and breaths aligning. “You’re so pretty.” Was all you could get out before kissing your best friend as you both finished, you held on to each other tight.

Ellie didn’t bother to stick around to see the rest, if she wasn’t horny before she was now. Scrolling your page, you had a lot of content up, many playlists and popular videos which eventually led her to your most recent upload.

The stream from a few nights ago, she was too deep to turn back now so she opened it. She skipped ahead, getting around to you touching yourself beneath the desk. Ellie didn’t hesitate, flipping onto her back and stuffing a hand down her track pants and underwear trying to follow your lead.

Running gentle circles over her own clit before catching your hand moving a bit quicker “Shit.” She uttered through gritted teeth, picking up her pace with you. 

You eventually got around to fingering yourself, Ellie of course followed, sliding her slender fingers in and out of herself at a similar pace “Holy Fuck-”

She stared up at the ceiling, brows furrowed and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as her stomach tightened. “Oh my-” she heard you whimper one last time but she kept going, feeling herself grow closer by the second. 

She said your name like it’d summon you, whimpering in between each call as her orgasm washed over her. It was like a shock of electricity followed by nothing. She blacked out.

What woke her was another ping from her laptop, she stirred in her unconscious state before rolling over onto her still open laptop. 

“The fuck?” She rested herself on her elbows, still groggy. Her laptop screen lighting up and reading 

‘5:43 AM’

“Oh my god.” She groaned, buried her head into her pillow. Which was interrupted by another ping, she turned her head just enough to see the notification, it was Dina again.

The Man(Dina): I know this is a lot, don’t overwork urself, or anything

The Man(Dina): I kinda need u alive to have a job, yk?

The Man(Dina): No pressure :).

Ellie was still too preoccupied from the previous climax she was coming down from to care, the fuzzy feeling throughout her body and shaky legs. She slammed her laptop shut before flipping over and sighing “I’m too fucked for this.” She muttered before succumbing to her ever most needed sleep.

Her dreams weren’t any help either, you were there, making sure she did everything but sleep in her dreams.

[mailbymillie]

𑣲 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 ‘𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ♡

౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜

── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.

── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex

── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!

“You don’t understand.”

You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”

“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.

Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.

“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.

Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”

“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”

“You.”

Her reply pissed you off even more.

“Listen here, you—”

Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.

It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.

“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.

“But I can.”

“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”

Your cheeks went bright red.

“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”

You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.

You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.

But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.

So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—

“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.

Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”

You huffed. She continued on;

“—and it ain’t me.”

“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”

“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.

Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”

You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”

You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.

The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.

Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.

The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.

When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.

Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.

The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.

“Kiddo.” she called.

You didn’t look back.

She sighed. “Sweetheart.”

You stopped walking.

“What do you want?”

Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”

You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”

“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”

Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.

What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.

You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”

“Wait—”

“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”

“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.

Maybe she liked it.

“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms, raising a brow.

Sevika stared.

“Well?”

“Say the magic word.”

“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”

You smiled—slow, almost sensual.

“Good girl.”

You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.

“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”

Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”

“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.

Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.

But it also intrigued her.

It intrigued a big part of her.

The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.

The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.

So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.

The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.

You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”

Sevika looked over at you.

“Other side?”

“Piltover.”

“Oh.”

Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;

“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”

You smiled a little.

“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”

Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.

Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.

“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”

“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”

Sevika went silent.

This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.

Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.

Sevika watched you with amused eyes.

“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.

It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.

“You always say that out loud?”

Sevika blushed.

“No…”

You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.

You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.

“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.

“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.

You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.

“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”

“And who’s stopping me?”

Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.

“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”

She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.

Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”

“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”

Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.

“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”

Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.

Every scar told a story.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.

Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.

“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”

She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.

“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”

Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.

The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.

“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”

You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.

Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.

“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.

“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”

Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.

“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.

You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.

The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.

Being full felt good.

Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”

You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”

She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.

“They’ll come for you, dollface.”

“Sevika…?”

Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.

Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.

“Are you expecting visitors—?”

“No. Don’t come out.”

Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.

“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.

Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.

“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”

You heard a gruff male voice say.

Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”

You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.

You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.

Then you walked out.

“Who’s at the door?”

“Nobody.”

Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.

“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”

“Go back inside.” She snapped.

You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.

You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.

She was fuming.

“I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”

“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.

You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.

Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?

You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.

“Sev?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”

“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”

Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You looked.

“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”

You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”

Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”

Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you gonna do this forever?”

“What?”

“Hiding me from the world?”

Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.

“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”

“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”

“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”

“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”

“Alright, grandma.”

Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.

“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”

You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”

Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.

You rested your head on her chest.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, angel.”

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do you have any rules for ur blog?

Not really the only thing I can think of right now is like scat or direct incest, men cause ima lesbian but u know the usual. I’m okay with blood, pee etc. I don’t really have any minor restrictions because if they want to read they will, even though it’s 18+ I know I did.😭

Idk if I answered your question but yea feel free to request anything and I’ll write when I can. Like I’m nosey I want yall to request your dirtiest fantasies.

My page is very much we listen and we don’t judge.

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pervy!abby x reader⊹ ࣪ ˖

cw: masturbation, pillow grinding, frottage, panty sniffing, needy!abby, & squirting

𐙚 pervy!abby, who finds that you left a pair of your black panties at her place. she quickly finds herself picking them up, looking inside them and bringing them to her nose. the scent made her groan, they smelled just like you.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who sat down on the edge of her bed, squeezing her thighs together. “fuck..” she moaned, grinding her clit against the seam of her jeans. she leaned her head back, she needed more—more friction.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who starts unzipping her pants. she shoves them off her feet and pushes her boxers down to her ankles. her thumb starts rubbing her clit in slow, tortuous circles. “baby—need you..” abby whimpered, pressing harder into herself. abby found herself getting wetter, slick running down her pussy.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who grabs a pillow and puts it between her legs. she begins to grind and hump, needing the friction, needing to come undone. she pressed her hips into its stuffing, her walls clenching around nothing. her back arched as she moaned out your name, imagining it was your thigh she was humping.

𐙚 pervy!abby, who soaked the pillow with her slick. she didn’t care, she kept going. “mm—fuck, fuck—so close..” she whined, rubbing her clit on the edge of the pillow, “so good..” she whimpered. she went in harder, humping faster and rougher, she was so, so close. after one more excruciating grind, she lifted up her hips and a powerful stream of fluid broke free from her.

credits to @angeliicide for the dividers! :)

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Older Sevika with a piss kink, she makes reader drink lots of water and when they have to pee sev torments their clit with a vibrator, then sev just fucks the piss out of poor reader.

(loving all your works <3)

cw: piss kink, vibrator, mean dom sevika

Older!Sevika punishes you mercilessly when she finds you touching yourself without her permission. You’re now on the floor with her mechanical hand under your chin, propped up as her flesh hand has you drink water continuously. She doesn’t stop even when you whimper about feeling the need to pee.

Something about the power she has on you has already made you wet to the point it’s dripping on the floor from where you sit. Sevika chuckles and pushes her boot down under your cunt, the top of her boot rubs on your wet pussy. You whine, and hold onto her pants, “daddy, please.” Sevika leans down and picks you up with ease before easily putting you over her lap, face down. Your ass is now forced to face up, your bladder throbbing. “Daddy!” You squeak, but Sevika’s hand smacks down on your ass making you whine and gasp. “I’ll be good, I’ll listen! Please— o-ow— I’m gonna pee!”

You clench around nothing because you’re trying so hard to stop yourself from pissing but y’know it’s not gonna help for long. She turns you over, big palm rubbing on your pussy as she smears your wetness all over your pussy. You try to crane your head enough to see what she’s doing but she doesn’t let you. “Hold still,” she mutters before reaching for a vibrating toy. She holds it right on your sensitive clit making you gasp and grab at her.

“Daddy! Shit— no, no, no. I’m gonna pee!” Eventually as the vibrator buzzes against your clit, your bladder can’t hold it all back anymore. You gasp and whine, “daddy, daddy, nooo!” You cover your face with both hands, a gush of piss exiting you. “What a filthy shameless girl,” Sevika laughs, “cannot even handle the responsibility of your own bladder.”

[kiku-o]

── ⟡ ˙ reader + sevika ❤︎ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you’re absolutely in love with sevika’s pussy smell and make no effort to hide. she feels a little shy about it, but you know she likes it. ❤︎ ̟

── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering (s receiving), mention of cunnilingus (s received), bottom!sevika, shy!sevika, soft!sevika, scent kink (?), gentle sex. ❤︎ ̟

“can you stop?”

“stop what?” you asked as you brought your middle and ring fingers close to your nose again, taking a deep breath through your nose, releasing a pleased sigh. “fuuck, this is heaven.”

sevika groaned in embarrassment, turning sideways on the bed while pressing her temple with her right hand’s fingers — her prosthetic long forgotten on the table beside the bed.

it was such a cute sight seeing your girlfriend curled up on the bed, too shy to properly look at your face.

“awww, what’s wrong baby? can’t a woman appreciate her lady’s smell?”

“shut up.” she mumbled, and didn’t move.

you let out a chuckle and lay down right behind her, hugging her by the waist, bringing her as close as you could. then, you distribute kisses on her broad, sweat back, feeling the way she shivered slightly.

“don’t be shy. i just really love your smell.”

“i know, i love yours too. it’s just...” she turned to face you but quickly seemed to regret, rolling her eyes as she saw the cocky smile on your face. “oh, fuck you.”

you chuckled again, softly.

“c’mon. keep talking. it’s just what?”

she shrugged.

“you just… looks so concentrated and in trance. maybe just stupid.”

“mmm, yeah! all of these, actually. i concentrate so i can feel better, i’m in trance because it’s too good and i am, in fact, soooo stupidly in love with you.”

“yeah, yeah. i can see all that.” she said, tone playful although still looking a little shy. “maybe it’s the way you do it. i like yours, but i don’t smell my fingers like a sex maniac.”

“you talk too much.”

you held her face and before she could talk or try to squirm away, you started to attack her with quick pecks all over her face.

sevika tried, she really tried, staying still like a stone while waiting for your attack to stop. but as soon as your lips met her jaw and neck, she giggled, now really trying to push you away from her while using all the forces on her to not burst out laughing.

you tickled her for a few more seconds, until you calmed the kisses and held her waist. sevika let out a low sigh of relief, but the smile didn’t leave her face. for an instant, you just admired her in silence, gently stroking her waist with your thumbs. she swallowed. she could feel the weight of your gaze every time you stopped whatever you were doing just to look at her like that; and for someone who needs to learn how to adapt to being so deeply and truly admired after years of being mistreated, it was still a little hard for her. but she didn’t look away.

you exhaled through your nose and brought a hand to her face, drawing her close so that you could kiss again.

the kiss was slow and intense, you both sighed into each other’s mouths, pressing your naked bodies even closer—if that was even possible. a low moan escaped you between kisses as your nipples brushed and pressed against each other.

one of your hands slid down to her hips, gently tracing her lower abdomen. nothing needed to be said, sevika simply lifted her leg and rested it on your thigh, giving you more access to paradise.

you didn’t waste any time, your hand was already moving down, reaching her trimmed bush first. it was wet with her previous orgasm. then, your hand finally reached her pussy. still soaked after being eaten out and fingered by you.

your lips parted, and sevika let out a low, trembling gasp, still sensitive, but ready for another round. you admired her lustful face for a short moment before closing your eyes to press wet kisses on her neck, being especially careful at the hickeys’ marks. you kissed more gently there, and then buried your face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath, feeling the remaining and faint scent of her perfume and of her sweat.

your fingers massaged her swollen clitoris slowly, deliberately slow circles, alternating the pressure, careful not to overstimulate her too quickly. sevika kept her eyes closed, letting out low sighs and shy moans, while she held onto your shoulder for support, to have something to release the growing pleasure on.

soon your fingers were in her slit, and god, you could feel more coming out of her.

your middle and ring fingers slid in together in a quick, easy motion, and you didn’t stop until you were all the way in, reaching your knuckles. without waiting, you began a slow back and forth motion, letting your fingers almost completely out before plunging them back in with a continuous thrust.

sevika called your name between a whimper and a moan. you didn’t respond with words, but showed you were listening by moving your kisses from her neck to her cheek.

“faster..” she whispered.

you obeyed instantly, pumping your fingers faster and harder. she rolled her eyes and moaned, turning to lie on her back so she could spread her shapely legs wider. you supported yourself on your free elbow and continued thrusting, now watching her face contorted with pleasure as you bit your lower lip.

it was a perfect sight. her eyes tightly closed, but occasionally opening for a few seconds just so you could see them rolling back or trying and failing to focus on something. her mouth unable to stay closed, moans, whimpers, and incoherent words escaping her full, swollen lips. her bare chest rose and fell as her climax approached, as did her hand gripping the sheets as if to tear them. her legs began to tremble more and more, becoming uncontrollable, her toes curled, and her pussy swallowing your fingers easily, leaking and dripping.

suddenly, you felt her walls tighten around your fingers. at the same time, her legs snapped shut around your hand, her back arched, and she let out a loud and long moan.

even with the restriction, you continued moving your fingers inside, curving them and pressing them against her g-spot repeatedly, intensifying her orgasm and working her through it.

when she calmed down from her climax, you carefully removed your fingers and returned to kissing her, leaving gentle, affectionate kisses all over her face. and then you stopped.

sevika slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for one second before looking for you. upon seeing you, she widened her eyes and felt her face heat up. she shouted your name, using an indignant and embarrassed tone.

“what?” you looked at her, but didn’t stop your nostrils from inhaling the scent on your fingers. you kept the eye contact as you used your tongue to lick between your fingers, collecting what was left of her there.

“janna, i hate you.” sevika huffed.

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Could you be able to do camgirl!reader x loser!sevika? 😋 I've been so loving ur works recently gaaahhhhhddd

Sevika is in her late thirties and still a virgin but something about watching her favourite camgirl— you— taking a big dildo in your hole makes her pussy throb for attention,

Loser virgin!Sevika opens her laptop with a heart that was threatening to beat out of her chest, fingertips trembling as she clutched the edge of the computer. She takes a deep breath and enters the website name. Sevika, while she does happen to have quite the sex drive, she isn’t the type to go fucking around absolutely any woman that comes within a five metre radius. Maybe that’s why her heart feels like it’s running a marathon when all she’s doing is watching some porn at her big age.

She’s pushing her late thirties and it feels a little embarrassing to still be so clueless but she goes to your profile. There’s always something about you that makes her relax unlike other pornstars. Something about the way you hold an easy smile as you prepare your body for tonight. Sevika always sends money, a generous amount too because she wants to appreciate you as much as possible.

“I’ve missed being on camera,” you say with a hearty laugh before you spread your legs and there it is. Your pretty pussy out on display for everyone to see and for some reason the sudden display made Sevika feel herself get wet. She slowly puts a hand down, rubbing herself through her boxers as she watches you sink down on a dildo twice the size of your hole. “Oh— oh gosh, it’s huge.”

Despite saying that, you manage to take it all the way inside, and the bulge on your stomach makes Sevika’s pussy twitch. She holds back a moan as she rubs her clit. Her clit throbs, her hole is so wet already. It needs to be penetrated, dicked down and fucked till it’s creaming. “Fuck, why’d you have to be so far away?” She whimpers, her fingers finally dipping inside, “this is just cruel…”

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Pls tell me if I repeated any vids.

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Marine!Abby x older!reader masterlist

Warning:explicit sexual content, g!p Abby, handjob, teasing, dom/sub dynamic, edging, praise kink.

❥ She melts for the simplest touches. your fingers brushing through her hair, your hand against her scarred knuckles, the way you trace circles into her shoulders after a long day. It undoes her. She’ll sit there with her head bowed, letting you undo the armor.

❥ In bed, Abby is all dominance until you remind her she doesn’t have to be. She loves giving up control to you, loves when you pin her wrists or whisper what you want. She craves the safety of letting someone else take over — but only if it’s you. With anyone else, she’d never allow that vulnerability.

❥ She blushes (though she’ll deny it) when you call her “good girl.” There’s something about praise from your lips that cuts through every wall she’s built, makes her shiver even harder than when you touch her. You’re the only one who sees her like this, who knows that under all that strength, she aches to be cherished.

❥ Abby spoils you quietly — carrying your bag, making sure you’ve eaten, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you fall asleep. But she also adores when you spoil her back. She’ll grumble about you fussing over her, yet she leans into it every single time.

❥ She always smells faintly of cedar and clean sweat, and when she hugs you from behind, arms tight around your waist, she buries her face against your neck like she’s breathing you in. That’s when she feels safest. That’s when she whispers things she’d never admit with the lights on.

❥ Nobody would believe the way Abby looks at you when you’re alone. This woman who could break bones with her bare hands will sit between your thighs, eyes wide and worshipful, waiting for your next command. To the world, she’s unshakable. To you, she’s soft, pliant, yours.

❥ She acts like she’s on top of everything, but you catch her doing little things like burning toast because she got distracted watching you walk across the room. She pretends she’s unfazed, but her ears go red when you laugh and kiss her cheek for trying.

❥ She loves physical closeness in the most casual ways — sitting with her thigh pressed to yours, resting her huge hand on your knee while she’s reading, hugging you from behind while you’re cooking. Abby needs to feel you near; it keeps her grounded after everything she’s been through. Abby would kill to keep you safe, but what really unravels her is when you take care of her. When you patch up her scraped knuckles, or run your fingers through her hair until she falls asleep, Abby goes quiet in that way that means she’s fighting tears. She doesn’t know how to ask for softness, but she melts when you give it freely.

❥ Abby is loud when she’s letting go. She tries to muffle it by biting her lip, hiding her face in your shoulder — but if you push her far enough, she’ll beg. The kind of begging no one else on earth would ever hear from her, low and desperate, all for you.

❥ Praise ruins her. You call her a good girl and her whole body shudders like you flipped a switch. She’ll do anything to earn it again — faster, deeper, whatever you ask. For someone who dominates the outside world, Abby thrives on being told she’s enough for you.

❥ She secretly loves when you steal her clothes. She’ll grumble about it — “That’s my favorite hoodie” — but then she sees you wrapped up in it, drowning in the fabric that still smells like her, and she gets this soft, proud look like she wants to frame the moment.

❥ Abby listens more than she talks, but she remembers everything. You’ll mention your favorite snack once, and the next time she goes out, it’ll magically show up in the cupboard. You’ll tell her a silly story, and weeks later she’ll bring it up just to hear you laugh again.

❥ When Abby finally got her hands on you, it wasn’t careful or planned — it was desperate. She kissed you like she’d been starving, lips crashing against yours as her hands gripped your waist, sliding down until she caught a handful of your ass. The sound she made against your mouth was half-growl, half-whimper, like she couldn’t decide whether to devour you or collapse into you.

❥“I missed you,” she breathed between kisses, her voice breaking in a way that made your chest ache. The confession was raw, almost frustrated, like she hated how much she needed you. And you knew it wasn’t just about chores — it was about her whole world feeling incomplete without you in it.

❥ When your eyes dropped, you caught the way her pants were straining, her body betraying just how worked up she was. She noticed you noticing, and her head tilted back to meet your gaze, pupils blown wide. That eye contact hit harder than the kisses — she was pleading with her eyes before a word even left her lips.

❥ You pressed your hand against the bulge in her pants, feeling her cock pulse under your touch, and Abby nearly folded right there. She made a sound low in her throat, desperate and small, her forehead pressed to yours like she couldn’t take it. Her whole body trembled under the simplest touch, like she’d been waiting forever for this.

❥ But you didn’t give in right away. You held her gaze, steady and unrelenting, while your hand teased her through the fabric. Abby begged — not just asked, begged — for more. Every word was shaky, her voice catching, her hips jerking forward on instinct. You wanted her to scream for it, to break under the waiting, and from the look in her wide, pleading eyes, she was already close.

❥ Her breath hitched when your hand pressed against the bulge in her pants. The way her body reacted wasn’t calculated — it was desperate, raw, her hips jerking forward like she couldn’t control herself. Abby’s forehead dropped to yours, her breath shaky, her pupils wide, like she was trying not to beg already.

❥ You kept your hand steady, just teasing pressure through the fabric, rubbing slow enough to make her whine low in her throat. She tried to act like she could handle it, biting her lip, growling under her breath, but her body betrayed her. You could feel how hard she was, how badly she needed more.

❥ When you finally shoved her pants down, she gasped like she thought she was getting what she wanted — but you didn’t give it to her. Not yet. Her underwear stayed on, the thin fabric already damp, clinging to her. You kissed her through it, soft, deliberate, right over the tip. Abby let out a broken sound, half-growl, half-plea, her hands fisting the sheets so she wouldn’t grab you and take.

❥“Please,” she finally breathed, the word cracking in the middle, her voice stripped of all that strength she carried in daylight. It was the only permission you needed. You pressed your mouth against her, deeper this time, sucking until her thighs shook around you. The second you dragged her underwear down and took her fully into your mouth, Abby shattered. She came with a cry she couldn’t hold back, clutching at you like she’d break without you there to steady her.

❥ She’ll roll her eyes when you tell her to drink water, mutter “yes, ma’am” under her breath when you give her instructions, but the truth is she loves it. Loves the way you don’t let her get away with anything, the way you hold her accountable with nothing more than a look. She’ll push just enough for you to catch her, because surrendering to you is the only place she feels safe.

❥ Sometimes she tests you on purpose. Abby will pin you down, her teeth at your throat, grinning with the thrill of being in charge. But when you flip her, when you tell her she doesn’t get to decide — her eyes roll back, her body arches, and the dominance leaks out of her in shaky whimpers.

Masterlist

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Mean dom Caitlyn punishing reader for being a brat wish overstimulation, strap on, spanks and orgasm denial pleeeaase

Warnings: impact play (belt/spanking), gagging, dom/sub dynamics, restraint, humiliation, orgasm denial, use of a strap.

Word count:1,938

No use of y/N or reader, in Reader's Pov, masterlist

Caitlyn’s heels were the first thing I noticed. The sharp clicks on the hardwood floor were steady and unintentional, as if she owned every inch of the space beneath us. She didn’t rush but still kept a slow, measured pace. It was her way of reminding me that I had nowhere to run.

I leaned back in the chair, arms crossed over my chest, pretending I wasn’t nervous. Pretending I hadn’t been pushing her buttons on purpose all day to get her attention.

“Still sulking?” Her voice was smooth, low, with a British edge cutting through the room. She circled me like a predator, and I hated how my pulse picked up.

“Not sulking,” I shot back, my tone sharper than I intended. “Just proving a point.”

Her brows lifted, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips. “A point, hm? Do enlighten me.” Caitlyn said as she walked closer, slowly removing her belt. I refuse to back down.

I kept my chin up, even when my stomach tightened at the sight of her hand brushing the buckle of her belt. The soft leather sliding freely filled the air, and I refused to look away.

“You think being a little brat makes you clever,” Caitlyn murmured, coiling the belt in her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. “But all I see is someone begging for correction.”

I rolled my eyes, too stubborn to give her the satisfaction. “Maybe I just like testing how far you’ll go.”

She stopped in front of me, close enough that I could see the sharp line of her jaw, the subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Then I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?”

The first strike landed across my thighs—sharp, stinging, nothing gentle about it. I bit down hard, refusing to give her a sound, even as heat bloomed across my skin. Caitlyn’s palm lingered against my cheek, not for comfort but to tilt my chin up. “You’re going to tell me why I’m right,” she murmured, voice low and deliberate.

I only smirked, eyes defiant even with my skirt already hiked up and my bare thighs.

The first strike of the belt landed sharply, a crack that left me to gasp. Another followed. Then Caitlyn stopped—resting the leather against my skin, letting the sting bloom. “Why am I right?” I bit my lip, refusing to give in. Silence stretched. Caitlyn’s answer was another lash, firmer this time, followed by a pause where her hand traced the welt with slow possession. “Say it.”

Her body shuddered under the next blow, the belt singing across her curves. Tears blurred at the edges of her stubborn glare. “Why. Am. I. Right?” Each word was punctuated with leather and stillness—pain, then silence, the demand echoing until resistance cracked into breathless confession.

“Tell me,” she ordered, her voice as precise as the snap of leather. “Why do you think you’re right?”

I ground my teeth. “Because I am.”

Wrong answer. Another sharp strike, this one biting deeper, forcing a hiss from between my lips.

Her hand caught my chin, tilting my face up. “Say it properly.”

I held her gaze, my chest heaving, every ounce of me screaming not to give in. And yet, under that stare, I felt my resolve waver. Her hand slid down without warning, fingers pressing between my thighs with a cruel sort of patience. She didn’t give me what I wanted—she teased, circled, and coaxed me, drawing me closer and closer to the edge, only to slow when I thought I’d tip over. “Answer me,” Caitlyn breathed, her lips brushing my ear. A whimper tore from my throat before I could stop it. My hips betrayed me, straining toward her touch even as my mouth stayed stubbornly shut.

Her fingers pressed harder, quickening just enough to send me spiraling before retreating again, leaving me raw and shaking. “You’re trembling,” she whispered, and I hated how right she was. “Still think you’re clever?” My body burned with the contradiction—every nerve screaming yes, every shred of pride clinging to no.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded. I obeyed, lips parting, though my pride bristled at how quickly I complied. Instead of a kiss, fabric slid past my tongue—soft at first, then thick as she pushed it deeper. My muffled protest made her smile, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. The gag wasn’t just shoved there and forgotten. She tied it in place with purposeful care, knotting it behind my head until the fabric pulled snug against my teeth. I tried testing it, jaw straining, but it held. My own spit began to gather at the corners of my mouth, dampening the cloth, a humiliating reminder that she’d stripped away even the power of words. “Better,” Caitlyn said simply, brushing a strand of hair back from my cheek as if I were some wayward thing she’d just tamed.

Her fingers slid back between my thighs without warning, and my entire body jolted. Every touch was sharper now—heightened by the gag, by the silence forced on me. She teased mercilessly, dragging me to the edge with quick, skilled strokes, only to slow when my muscles tightened. My muffled pleas spilled into the gag, desperate little sounds I hated myself for making.

She leaned in, her breath hot at my ear. “That’s right. I don’t need your clever mouth. Just your body telling me the truth.” I shook my head furiously, refusing to give her that satisfaction. But my traitorous hips arched into her hand, chasing every flick of her fingers. When I tried to twist away, she only laughed softly and pinned me down, her grip unyielding. I was trembling, my eyes stinging as tears threatened, spit dampening the gag with every gasp. It was too much, and still she gave me more—her pace relentless, her focus steady as if this wasn’t torment but simple correction.

“You’ll learn,” she said, calm as ever, like this was nothing more than a lesson. Her free hand caught my chin, tilting my head so I couldn’t avoid her gaze. She spat lightly onto my gag, the wet heat seeping through the fabric, mingling with my own saliva. The humiliation burned almost as hot as the pleasure tearing through me. I whimpered, cheeks wet, body jerking helplessly against her.

“Beautiful,” Caitlyn murmured, her thumb smearing the mess across my cheek before returning to hold me still. “All those muffled little cries. So much more honest than your words.”

My body was betraying me, shuddering on the edge again and again, no chance to come down, no escape from the pace she set. Each time I thought she’d let me go over, she dragged me back, keeping me strung tight, unraveling.

I sobbed into the gag, frustration and need tangled, my chest heaving as every nerve lit up. But she still didn't stop.

By the time she finally pulled back, I was trembling, sweaty, my throat raw from muffled sounds. My body screamed for release, but she only smirked, running her thumb across my flushed cheek.

“Not yet,” Caitlyn murmured, her tone final, absolute. “You don’t deserve it.”

And just like that, she left me there—frustrated, breathless, gag still tied tight, belt coiled neatly in her hand.

When she left, I thought the worst was over. My body still trembled, sore and buzzing, every nerve humming with the remnants of her. The gag had been untied, the fabric left damp with spit on the nightstand, but the silence it left behind felt heavier than the cloth itself. I tried to calm down, to breathe, to pull myself back together. Twenty minutes felt like hours with the ache she’d left me in—my body is hot, and even with her absence, I still feel her.

I shifted against the sheets, frustrated at myself. Why couldn’t I stop shaking? The door opened. Caitlyn stepped inside with the same calm precision as before, her eyes swept over me, lingering on the mess between my thighs. Her mouth curved into that infuriating smile. “Still dripping?” she said, almost amused. “I leave you alone for twenty minutes, and you’re still begging for me.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. I shook my head, opening my mouth to deny it, but she raised a hand, cutting me off. “Don’t bother. I can see it.” She moved with slow purpose, setting something down on the chair. My stomach dropped when I saw the harness, the dark strap glinting faintly under the lamp.

“You wasted my time,” Caitlyn continued, slipping the harness into place, You’re going to ride until you can’t think, and you won’t stop until I say so.” My pulse hammered. I wanted to argue, to roll my eyes, to cling to my bratty pride. Instead, I sat frozen, throat dry, as she patted her thigh and leaned back against the headboard. “Come here.”

My legs moved before my brain caught up. I crawled into her lap, straddling her, the strap pressing against me. She held my hips, steadying me. “Good,” she murmured. “Now do the work. Show me you understand what wasting my time costs.” I lowered myself onto her slowly, biting back a moan, shame prickling at how quickly the sensation unraveled me. The stretch, the pressure—it was too much and not enough all at once. Caitlyn’s hands stayed firm on my waist, guiding only when I faltered.

“Faster,” she said. I obeyed, rocking against her, each movement scraping away at the last of my defiance. My thighs burned from the effort, my chest heaved, but Caitlyn sat steady beneath me, watching, waiting, making me prove myself.

When I faltered again, my hands flew up to her shoulders for balance, then to her throat. I meant it only for support, but her low chuckle told me she welcomed it. “Go on,” she said, voice sweet. “Hold on. Use me.”

Her pulse throbbed under my fingers, the power balance tilting and shifting, leaving me dizzy. I clung to her throat, riding harder, desperate to reach some end she refused to give me. Tears pricked my eyes again, the effort and the heat overwhelming. Caitlyn tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, lips parting. “Messy girl,” she whispered. “Go on. Show me how much you need me.”

“Good,” Caitlyn breathed. Her hands tightened on my waist, forcing me to keep moving. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” I sobbed, hips stuttering as I rode her harder, the strap hitting me in ways that stole my breath. My body shook, slick and frantic, chasing release I could no longer deny. Every muscle screamed, every nerve begged, every sound muffled by my own ragged gasps. “Say it,” Caitlyn demanded, voice steady even as I fell apart. “Tell me I’m right.”

My head dropped to her shoulder, sweat slicking my skin. “You—” My voice cracked. “You’re right.” Her hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back so she could see my face. “Louder.” “I’m right?” she coaxed. “You’re right!” I gasped, breaking completely. “I deserved it—I deserved to be punished—” The words tumbled out with my climax, shuddering and messy as I moaned out for her.

Caitlyn held me through it. She kept me moving until I collapsed against her chest. My confession hung in the air, raw and humiliating, but true. For a long moment, only our breathing filled the room, mine uneven and hers calm as ever. Then she tilted my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. “At the end of the day,” she said softly, “you’re my good girl.”

Tears blurred my vision, but I nodded, the words slipping out without hesitation. “Thank you.”

A/N: This is Loki, kinda short, but I don't usually write for Caitlyn.

[lanaspinkcolalips]

TEACHME3

Olderlawyer!sevika x Lawyer!reader

Wordcount:3640

No use of y/N or reader, in Reader's Pov, masterlist

content warnings: Strap-on, penetration, Orgasm denial & control, Impact play, slapping, Power dynamics, Praise & degradation, choking, oral sex, public sex.

My heart was already racing, waiting for her silhouette to fill the doorway.

She stepped inside with that same weariness she always carried after long days, her coat still hanging open, hair slightly mussed from the drive. She was halfway through pulling the door closed when her eyes finally landed on me.

The look on her face — priceless.

I stood there in the living room, haloed in the glow of candles and soft lamplight. Cake on the table. Decorations in sleek blacks and silvers, nothing cheesy, just enough to feel like a celebration without making her roll her eyes. A cigar rested in a glass ashtray beside her favorite whiskey, already poured.

And me.

Victoria’s Secret silk robe, barely tied, new heels that clicked against the hardwood when I stepped forward, and freshly done hair cascading down my shoulders. The robe slipped just enough to reveal my skin, a kind of teasing that was intentional yet soft, offering rather than a performance.

Her hand froze on the knob. Her jaw clenched, then slackened. “fuck…” she muttered under her breath.

I smiled, lifting the glass toward her. “Congratulations, Judge.”

For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Just stood there, taking me in — the decorations, the cake, the robe. The effort. And then her expression cracked. Not the sharp smirk she wore in courtrooms, not the cocky sneer she put on for everyone else. Something rawer, softer.

She shut the door behind her and crossed the room in long strides.

I barely had time to set the glass back down before her hands were on me — strong palms cupping my face, her mouth crashing against mine with so much heat it almost knocked me off balance. I clung to her coat, kissing her back, tasting exhaustion and relief and hunger all rolled together.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead pressed against mine, her voice was rough. “No one’s ever… done this for me.”

“I know,” I whispered. “That’s why I had to.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, trying to force down emotion she wasn’t used to letting anyone see. She brushed her thumb across my cheek, then kissed me again, slower this time.

“Damn, baby,” she murmured.

I laughed softly, tugging her coat off her shoulders until it slid to the floor.

It didn’t take long before we were tangled on the couch, cake forgotten, whiskey sweating in its glass. Her hands roamed under the silk robe, pulling it loose until it pooled around my hips. Her lips traced my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, down to my neck, where she bit lightly, making me gasp.

“Sev…” My nails dug into her back through the fabric of her shirt.

Her eyes darkened at the sound. She dragged her teeth along my skin, then kissed the spot to soothe it. “Shit, you’re perfect like this.”

Heat coiled low in my belly, my body already trembling under the attention. I arched into her touch, and when her hand slipped between my thighs, my breath hitched.

She looked up at me, lips quirking. “So wet already? Didn’t even touch you yet.”

I bit my lip, embarrassed, but her smirk widened. She pressed a finger against my clit, slow circles that had my hips bucking before I could stop myself.

“Sensitive tonight,” she teased, voice husky.

I grabbed her wrist, glaring half-heartedly. “Don’t play with me.”

“I’m gonna do a lot more than play.”

Her mouth was on me again before I could reply, hot kisses down my shoulder, across the swell of my breast, then lower. She pulled the robe further apart, exposing me fully, and my cheeks burned under her hungry gaze.

When her lips closed around my nipple, I moaned, arching into her mouth. Her tongue flicked, teeth grazed, and she hummed deep in her throat like she was savoring me. I couldn’t keep still, squirming under her while she switched sides, giving equal attention, leaving both peaked and aching.

“Sev…” I gasped. My thighs pressed together for relief, but she slid a hand between them, forcing them apart.

“Keep them open for me.” Her tone left no room for argument.

I obeyed, trembling, watching as she kissed lower — stomach, hips, until she was kneeling between my thighs. She looked up at me once, her expression fierce but softened by something tender that made my chest ache. Then she bent her head, and her mouth was on me.

The first swipe of her tongue nearly broke me.

“Fuck!” My back arched off the couch, hands flying to her hair.

She laughed against me, low and dark, then sucked my clit with enough pressure to make me see stars. Her tongue moved expertly, teasing, circling, dipping lower to push inside before dragging back up again. My hips rocked helplessly against her mouth, chasing every movement.

“Sev… oh my god—”

She hummed in response, the vibration pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My thighs shook, breath ragged, every nerve lit on fire.

“Gonna come?” she asked, voice muffled against me.

“Yes! Please—”

She stopped.

I whimpered, tugging her hair. “Sevika!”

She looked up at me, lips glistening, smug as hell. “Not yet.”

I pouted, squirming, but she only smirked and dragged her tongue slowly along my slit again, deliberately avoiding the spot I needed most.

“You’re twitching already,” she teased. “Cute.”

“Don’t be mean…” My voice was wrecked, needy.

Her smirk softened just slightly. She kissed my inner thigh, then leaned back up, catching my mouth in another searing kiss. I tasted myself on her tongue, and it only made me moan harder.

When she finally gave in, it was merciless. She buried her mouth against me, tongue relentless, fingers curling inside until I broke with a cry, squirting against her hand. My whole body shook as waves crashed through me, and she didn’t stop, drinking it in like she’d been starving.

By the time she pulled back, her chin was wet, her eyes dark and burning.

“Good girl,” she rasped, licking her lips.

I was barely catching my breath when she pulled me into her lap. “Ride me.”

Heat flushed through me at the command, but I didn’t hesitate. I straddled her, lowering myself onto the thick strap she’d buckled on sometime while teasing me half to death. The stretch made me gasp, fingers clutching her shoulders.

“That’s it,” she murmured, hands gripping my hips. “Take it, baby.”

I rolled my hips, slow at first, then faster as pleasure spread through me. Her hands guided me, squeezing tight, and her gaze never left my face. I rode her hard, chasing another high, her smirk widening at every whimper and moan.

“Look at you,” she praised. “So fucking pretty on my cock.”

The words alone nearly sent me over. I clawed at her shirt, tugging it open enough to get at the skin beneath. My lips found her chest, kissing, sucking, nipping. She groaned, low and rough, tilting her head back.

But just when I was close — so close I could taste it — she flipped us.

I yelped as my back hit the couch, her looming over me, pressing the strap deep inside with a sharp thrust that had me crying out. She grinned down at me, wicked, watching my body twitch with need.

“Thought you were gonna come, huh?” she taunted, slowing her thrusts just enough to keep me on edge.

Her hand left my breast with a sharp twist, a warning that sent heat burning straight down my spine. My whimper was swallowed by her kiss.

“On your knees,” she murmured, low and commanding, brushing against my ear like smoke. “Show me how much you want this.”

I didn’t even think. My body obeyed before my brain caught up, sliding down, between her thighs. She leaned back into the couch, spreading herself with all the lazy confidence of someone who knew exactly what I would do. The strap was still buckled tight against her hips, glossy and slick from me, but her hand guided mine.

“Take it off.”

The buckle clicked beneath my fingers, the leather loosening until I could pull the harness down her legs. She wasn’t in any rush, watching me with that half-smile, half-challenge tugging at her lips. When I peeled it away, the strap hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving her bare and already glistening, her thighs parting further.

“Now,” she said, voice dipping rough. “Please me.”

I leaned forward, trembling with need, and kissed the inside of her thigh first. She hummed, satisfied at my hesitation, but my hunger won. My tongue slid over her, tasting her, and I moaned against her without thinking.

I moved clumsily at first, desperate, lips wrapping around her clit too hard, tongue sliding too fast. She let me fumble, let me work it out, until my grinding hips betrayed me—my own body desperate for friction against the couch cushion I’d shifted onto.

That was when her hand shot out, pinching my nipple sharp enough to make me jolt.

“Focus,” she snapped, twisting until I gasped. “Don’t make me remind you who this is for.”

Heat flushed across my cheeks, but her words sent a shiver through me that only made me wetter. I forced myself to slow down, tracing slow circles with my tongue, sucking gently until I felt her twitch against me. Every moan she gave me, every stutter of her breath, turned me more reckless.

“Good girl,” she muttered, a hiss breaking through when I finally found a rhythm. “Don’t stop—fuck—don’t stop.”

Her thighs caged my face, nails scraping against my scalp, holding me exactly where she wanted me. My own hips rutted against the couch desperately, chasing friction, but her other hand reached down blindly until she found my breast again, rolling the peak between her fingers in a punishing twist that made me gasp into her.

“Behave,” she growled. “This is about me tonight.”

I whimpered, but I obeyed, pouring everything into the way my mouth worshiped her. I licked and sucked, messy and eager, until I felt her shudder, her grip tightening until my scalp ached. She came with a sharp curse, hips jerking, grinding my face down harder.

I didn’t pull away until she shoved me back herself, panting, eyes blazing. My lips and chin were shining with her slick, my mouth swollen, and she grinned at the sight.

“Look at you,” she rasped, tugging me up by my hair until we were face-to-face. “Soaked in me. So proud of yourself?”

“Yes,” I whispered, dazed.

She smirked, leaning in to kiss me. Her taste coated both our tongues, mixing as she sucked on my lower lip and groaned. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against mine, her voice softer now.

“You did good.”

My heart fluttered like it was the only praise I’d ever wanted.

She didn’t give me time to recover. She slid me back onto the couch, her big hands finding my thighs, spreading me open like I weighed nothing. Her fingers slid inside me, slow at first, and I cried out, too sensitive. But she curled them just right, brushing my spot again and again until I was arching off the cushions.

“Sev—please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” Her smirk was smug, but her eyes softened, watching me with an intensity that felt almost like worship. “Take it for me.”

And I did. I came with her fingers inside me, her thumb on my clit, her mouth pressing hot kisses along my neck. My whole body shook, and she murmured encouragements against my skin, kissing the sweat from my collarbone, whispering things I couldn’t even process.

Afterward, she didn’t leave me stranded. She carried me to the bed—literally scooped me up and laid me down as if I was glass. She stripped off the last of her clothes, sliding in beside me, one arm under my head and the other stroking my side.

We lay tangled in silence until I finally spoke, voice small. “So… judge now, huh?”

She chuckled, pulling me closer. “Yeah. New office. Whole team under me.” She kissed my temple, softer than her laugh. “An extra assistant, too. Might actually have time to breathe now.”

I traced circles on her chest. “And us?”

Her body stilled, then she shifted, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at her. Her gaze was steady, almost nervous in its weight.

“I want you with me,” she said simply. “Not just… like this. Really with me.”

My throat tightened. “Like… be with you?”

She nodded, brushing my hair back, her touch gentler than I’d ever felt it. “Yeah. That’s the plan.”

I couldn’t breathe for a second. Then I smiled, slow and shaky, pressing my face into her neck. “Okay.”

Her arm tightened around me. “Okay,” she echoed, relief in her voice.

We lay there like that, tangled in warmth and sweat, the future buzzing between us as real as her heartbeat under my cheek.

I should’ve been nervous, but I wasn’t. Setting my phone against the stack of pillows, angling it until the camera caught my whole body on the bed, I felt a slow burn of excitement in my chest. This wasn’t for anyone else. Just her.

The red light blinked on. I stretched out across the sheets deliberately, one hand sliding down my stomach as I smirked at the lens.

“Congratulations,” I smiled, voice low, intimate, like I was whispering it against her ear instead of across a screen. “Figured you deserved something special tonight.”

I was in lingerie I’d chosen carefully, barely covering anything, with straps hugging my hips and pushing up my tits. My hair was loose, messy already. I wanted her to see me like this, imperfect but desperate, like I belonged to her even when she wasn’t here.

I dragged my fingers over my thighs, not touching where I really wanted yet. “You’ve been working so hard… and I’ve been thinking about you nonstop. Can’t get the image out of my head.

I pressed the vibrator against the lace covering my clit and let out a soft hiss, eyes flicking closed for a second. Then I looked straight into the camera, daring her. “This? This is all yours, Sev.

The toy buzzed steadily, and I rolled my hips against it, letting the wet spot spread across the thin lace. My thighs trembled a little, but I kept my expression cocky as I tugged my bra down with one hand, pinching my nipple until I gasped. I can't stop thinking about you, maybe you’ve still got that frown you wear when you’re pretending not to be stressed.” I moaned softly as the toy pressed harder. “Wish you could see what I’d do to fix it.”

I finally hooked a finger into my panties and pulled them aside, showing her everything. My pussy was glistening, already catching the light. I spread myself open with two fingers, tilting my hips toward the camera, shameless. “See that? All for you, nobody else makes me this messy.”

The toy slid against my bare clit now, a “Fuck. I was gonna take it slow, make it pretty for you… but I can’t.”

My thighs shook as I circled the vibrator faster, gasping.

I let my head fall back, moaning loud enough the neighbors might’ve heard, but I didn’t care. " fuck, I whimpered."

My thighs jerked as my chest rose. I couldn’t stop panting her name, couldn’t stop looking at the camera like- if I broke eye contact, I’d fall apart completely.

I came hard, messy, shuddering, soaking my hand. My hips bucked uncontrollably, the camera catching every second of me breaking apart for her.

I didn’t stop right away. I rode the overstimulation, grinding through it, whining, sweat dripping down my chest. When I finally let the toy fall to the side, I was flushed and shaking, hair plastered to my face.

For a moment, I just lay there, panting, staring at the ceiling. Then I propped myself up on one elbow, reached for the phone, and leaned close into the lens.

My voice was rough, throat wrecked, but I still managed a smirk. “Happy promotion, Sev. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

I then ended the recording with trembling fingers. My whole body buzzed, sticky and sweaty, but satisfied.

The second the video was sent, I collapsed back on the sheets, already imagining her reaction.

I heard the door before I saw her. The heavy slam of it shutting, the clink of her keys hitting the counter, the long drag of boots across the floor. My phone was still on the nightstand, screen dark, but I knew she’d watched the video already.

“Where are you?” her voice carried down the hall, low, rough around the edges.

“In here,” I called, my voice already breathless even though she hadn’t touched me yet.

Sevika filled the doorway like she owned it, shoulders broad, tie loose, eyes burning. She didn’t smile. She didn’t even speak at first, just stood there, watching me sprawled across the bed in the same lace I’d worn for the video. My thighs were still sticky, vibrator abandoned beside me.

“You think you’re funny,” she muttered finally, stepping inside. The door shut behind her with a sharp click.

I grinned, shameless. “Worked though, didn’t it?”

The slap came before I could laugh, cracking across my cheek and snapping my head sideways. My skin stung, heat blooming, but I didn’t stop smiling.

“Yeah,” I breathed, licking the corner of my mouth. “Worked.”

Her hand fisted in my hair, yanking me forward until my throat bared under her grip. “You make me crazy,” she growled.

“Good.”

Her mouth crushed against mine, teeth, spit. She shoved me back against the bed, climbing over me with the kind of weight that pinned me down. The bulge of the strap pressed against my thigh, solid, threatening.

“Strip.” One word, sharp.

I scrambled out of the lace, tossing it aside, bare under her gaze. My body already hummed with need, every nerve begging for her.

“Hands up,” she ordered. When I obeyed, she grabbed both wrists in one hand, pinning them to the pillow. She pulled me in for another kiss, spit dripping from her lips onto my mouth. “Swallow it.”

I did, moaning, arching under her. “Good girl.”

Her strap slid against me, teasing, wetness slicking it instantly. Then she slammed forward without warning. My back arched, a cry ripping out of me.

“Fuck—”

“Eyes on me.” Her hand was on my jaw now, forcing me to look at her as she pounded into me, each thrust harder than the last. The bedframe rattled against the wall, sheets tangling around my legs.

I gasped, clawing at her arms when she tightened her grip on my throat. The air thinned, vision hazy, every thrust magnified by the rush of blood in my ears.

“You wanted this?” she growled, sweat dripping from her jaw onto my chest. “Show me.”

“Yours,” I choked out, voice breaking.

Her palm cracked against my ass, sharp. “Louder.”

“YOURS!” I screamed, the word torn raw from my throat.

Her laugh was low, feral, vibrating against my skin as she bent to bite my shoulder. She didn’t slow, didn’t let me catch my breath. Just slammed into me, choking me, spanking me until my body shook.

The room was filled with it — the slap of skin, my moans, her ragged breathing, the creak of the bed. I was drooling, sweaty, ruined, but begging for more.

“Please, Sev—”

Her hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so my throat stretched. “Please what?”

“Please let me—”

“No.” Her hips snapped harder, punishing. “You don’t come till I say.”

I sobbed, every muscle trembling, but I held on because she told me to. Because she owned me.

Her hand squeezed tighter on my throat, her thrusts faster, rougher, until I was nothing but noise and sweat. Then, finally—

“Now.”

It ripped through me, making me scream her name, body convulsing around the strap, vision shattering. She didn’t stop, fucking me through it, dragging every last tremor out until I collapsed under her, shaking and sticky, voice wrecked.

She loosened her grip, kissing my temple, her breath hot and heavy. “I love you,” she murmured — like the words had been clawing at her all night, desperate to escape.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. Then a slow, ruined smile spread across my face. “About time.”

Her laugh was low, shaky, almost disbelieving. She pulled me closer, clutching me like letting go wasn’t an option anymore.

“I love you too.”

“ so like I rewrote it, but I might rewrite it again.”

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TEACHME2

Olderlawyer!sevika x Lawyer!reader

Wordcount:3750

No use of y/N or reader, in Reader's Pov, masterlist

content warnings: Strap-on reader riding, penetration, overstimulation, Orgasm denial & control, Impact play, slapping, Power dynamics, Praise & degradation, choking, breath play, Spit, Face sitting, oral sex, Finger sucking, butt plug.

Sevika’s chair creaked when she leaned back, spreading her thighs wide and tugging me closer until I was practically straddling her. The case footage flickered on the TV in front of us, muted voices and courtroom shots rolling by. It should’ve had my full attention, evidence review, postmortem of my performance—but all I could think about was the strap buried deep inside me, the thick weight stretching me open as I sat on her lap.

“Sit still,” she murmured against my ear, one large hand braced on my hip. The other scrolled lazily through the playback on her laptop. “We’re working.”

Working. Right.

Except my body didn’t feel like it was working. It felt like every nerve was on fire from being so full. I wanted to grind down, to chase some friction, but every time I so much as twitched, Sevika’s palm landed sharply across my ass.

“Still,” she warned again, voice slow as the sting made me whimper.

I tried. God, I tried. But sitting on her strap like that, watching footage of myself stumble through cross-examination, I couldn’t stop the needy shift of my hips.

The sound bounced off the walls. Sevika smirked, her scar tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Pretty girl on my lap, can’t even sit still. How are you supposed to learn if you’re dripping all over me?”

“I- I’m paying attention,” I panted, heat rushing to my face.

“Mm.” She bent down, teeth grazing the column of my throat, biting just hard enough to make me jolt. “Tell me then. What’s wrong with this cross?”

Onscreen, I watched myself argue with a witness, voice sharp but a little too eager.

“I pushed too hard,” I admitted, my voice breaking when she ground the strap deeper into me without moving her hips. Just the smallest adjustment. Just enough to tease. “Judge was already on my side, and I didn’t need to… to corner them like that.”

“Good girl.” Her hand slid up, palming my breast through the thin fabric of her shirt,the shirt I’d stolen from her drawer that morning and passed off as mine. She squeezed, hard enough to sting. “You notice your own mistakes. Smarter than I thought.”

The praise made me clench around silicone, made me whine before I could stop it. My thighs trembled against hers, desperate for motion, for friction.

“Sevika, please…”

She chuckled, low in her chest, slapping my breast lightly just to hear the gasp it dragged out of me. “Please what?”

“I need to move. Please, I—”

“You’re not moving until I’m done with this .” She tapped the laptop with her free hand, like this was a business meeting instead of me spread on her lap like some desperate toy. “You’ll sit here, stuffed full, and use those pretty eyes to beg. Let me see how badly you want it.”

And oh, I begged.

The footage blurred in my vision, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes from sheer frustration. Every time I whimpered, Sevika’s lips twitched into a smile, every soft broken moan only fueling her sadistic calm.

“Please, I need to cum so bad. Please, please, please, please,” I chanted, nails digging into her shoulders. “I can cum more than once if you need me to, I swear, just let me—”

“once please sev-”

“Shh.” She dragged her teeth along my jaw, then bit down on the hinge until I squealed. “You sound so sweet when you beg.”

Her hands clamped around my tits, kneading, thumbs flicking over my nipples through the fabric until I was arching into her touch.

“You’re mine, you know that?” she growled against my skin. “My little protege. My warm toy.”

I moaned, because it was true. Because somewhere between beating her in court and crawling onto her lap, I’d surrendered.

Finally, mercifully, she snapped the laptop shut. “Alright. You’ve been patient enough.”

Her grip shifted to my hips, holding me tight, and then she started bouncing me on her strap. Slow at first, just the grind of silicone hitting the perfect spot, then harder, faster, until my head was thrown back and the sounds coming out of me were humiliating.

“Look at you,” she taunted, voice thick with amusement. “Messy little rookie. You think this is what great lawyers do?”

“Y-Yes,” I sobbed, because my brain was scrambled, because I would’ve said anything for release. “Yes, please.”

She bit down on my shoulder, hard, as her hips snapped up. “Then cum for me, pretty girl. Show me how bad you want this.”

I shattered with a scream, nails raking down her back, body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me.

And she didn’t stop.

She fucked me through it, grinning at every desperate cry, every “please” that spilled out of my mouth between sobbing moans. Overstimulated, wrecked, but still clinging to her because I couldn’t let go.

When she finally slowed, I was boneless, draped against her chest, trembling.

“Good girl,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the sweat-damp crown of my head. “Knew you could take it.”

She ran the bath. I slid into the hot water, my thighs still shaking, my voice raw from begging. She knelt behind me on the mat, sleeves rolled up, washing me with deliberate care.

“You’re actually smart,” she said casually, like it wasn’t praise that made my chest ache.

I tilted my head back against her thigh. “That’s your aftercare speech?”

“You want me to write you a sonnet?” She smirked, rinsing soap from my shoulder. “You’re sharp, rookie. You learn fast. Just have to break those bad habits.”

“Like begging too much?”

Her hand slapped water against my chest. “That wasn’t a complaint.”

I laughed, soft, drained. For a moment, it felt… easy. Comfortable.

Which is probably why, the next morning, I was padding around her apartment in her clothes like I owned the place.

“You know you can’t just move in, right?” Sevika said, sipping her coffee while watching me rummage through her cabinets for cereal.

“I didn’t move in.” I gestured to my outfit. “I’m just borrowing.”

“Mm-hm.” She leaned against the counter, scar twitching as she smirked. “My clothes, my bed, my strap. Pretty sure you’ve experienced my entire life.”

I grinned into the cereal bowl. “You should’ve thought of that before making me your protégé.”

The first time Sevika handed me coffee at four in the morning, I thought it was some kind of test. The cup was shoved into my hands, scalding hot, and when I blinked up at her from the couch I’d passed out on, she just raised an eyebrow.

“Drink,” she ordered.

I sipped. Bitter, too strong, no cream. Exactly how she drank it.

I grimaced as she smirked.

“This is what keeps you alive during trial prep. Learn to love it.”

And just like that, the next few weeks became a blur of burnt coffee, scattered legal pads, and the weight of Sevika’s presence looming over my shoulder. She didn’t just help me prepare- she practically lived in my space, or maybe I lived in hers. We’d wake up to folders, fall asleep to case law. I’d beg her for a break, and she’d just smirk, shove another folder my way, and mutter something about rookies not getting weekends.

But even when she was relentless, she was there. Always.

“Read it again,” Sevika said, lounging back in her chair with her sleeves rolled up, scar catching the lamp glow.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I’ve read it three times.”

“And you still missed the inconsistency. Try again.”

“Sevika…” I whined, dragging out her name, slumping against the desk. “I’m dying.”

“You’ll live.”

“Please?”

She tilted her head, amused, and finally leaned forward to take the deposition from my hands. Our fingers brushed.

“You're lucky you're cute, and I'm feeling generous," she muttered, flipping to the right page instantly.

“Excuse me?” I perked up, suddenly very awake.

“Focus.” She shoved the paper back at me, slapping my thigh, pretending to keep a straight face.

One night, after I finally convinced her to let me nap, I woke to hushed voices outside the office door.

“—She’s good,” Sevika was saying. Low, but clear. “Fast learner. Smarter than most of the idiots I’ve trained. Doesn’t quit, even when she should.”

Her assistant chuckled. “You mean she keeps up with you?”

“She’s got potential,” Sevika admitted. And then softer, almost reluctant: “Makes me want to… stick around.”

My chest squeezed. I pressed a hand to my mouth, stifling a laugh and a gasp all at once. Sevika talking about me like that- me, the rookie,the so-called protégé wasn’t something I expected.

When she came back in, I pretended to be asleep. She draped a blanket over me, muttering, “Stubborn brat,” but her hand lingered on my hair a beat too long.

The next morning, I couldn’t resist.

“Sevika?” I said, sipping the bitter coffee she shoved into my hands.

“Mm?”

“Do I… make you want to stick around?” I asked innocently, peeking at her over the rim of the cup.

Her pen stilled over the legal pad. Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze to me.

“Overhearing conversations now?”

I shrugged, smirking. “Maybe.”

She leaned back, bored expression sliding into place like armor. “Don’t flatter yourself, rookie.”

But the twitch of her mouth betrayed her. And the fact that she didn’t outright deny it told me everything.

By the time the trial rolled around, I was running on nothing but adrenaline and Sevika’s coffee.

She adjusted my tie in the courthouse hallway, hands steady, expression neutral. “Don’t screw up.”

“Wow, such inspiration.”

Her lips twitched. “You’ve got this. Don’t let them rattle you.” I stepped into the courtroom, Sevika at my side like a silent guardian.

And when the judge banged the gavel and declared the verdict in my favor, it felt like cumming.

I’d won. Again.

The gallery buzzed. Reporters scribbled. My client hugged me so tightly I nearly toppled over. Across the aisle, Sevika stood with her arms crossed, unreadable.

But when our eyes met, she nodded once. Approval.

It was better than any headline.

I leaned back against the couch, legs heavy and a little shaky from everything that had happened that day. Court had drained me, Sevika’s prep had drained me, and being around her… well, that drained me in a whole different way. My body still buzzed with a restless sort of need, the kind that didn’t go away with food or sleep or caffeine. It was just her. Always her.

I took the glass from her hand, fingers brushing hers longer than necessary. She raised a brow at me, pretending not to notice.

The liquor burned, but it steadied me. Maybe that’s why I said it.

“I want to try something,” I murmured, watching her carefully.

Her brow arched higher. “Oh?”

I swallowed. My cheeks warmed, but I held her gaze, refusing to play small. “I want to… eat you.” The words sounded clumsy on my tongue, like I wasn’t supposed to say them out loud. “I’ve never done it. But I want to.”

Her smirk shifted into something slower, heavier. Like smoke curling around me. She leaned against the counter, glass in hand, studying me like I was a puzzle she already knew the answer to. “You’ve got guts, pretty. I’ll give you that.”

My stomach flipped. She didn’t say yes. She didn’t say no either.

When she finally crossed the room toward me, her boots clicking softly against the floor, I forgot how to breathe. She set her glass down, took mine, and nudged my knees apart with her own. Standing over me, she tilted my chin up.

“You sure?” she asked, voice low but not unkind.

I nodded too quickly. “Yes.”

Her thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slow and deliberate. “Then you’ll listen. You’ll let me guide you. You’ll try. And when you get nervous, you’ll look at me. Understand?”

“Yeah.” My voice cracked. I hated it.

She kissed me—rough, brief, a warning. “Say it right.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

That earned me a real smirk. She looked pleased. “Good girl.”

The world tilted a little as she pulled me to my knees in front of her. My heart pounded, not just from nerves but from the way she loomed above me, calm and steady, like she’d been waiting for me to offer this. She stripped out of her slacks, dropping them across the couch.

When she sat back, legs spread, shirt still half-buttoned, I almost lost my nerve. She was too much. Everything about her radiated control, even when reclined.

“Eyes up,” she said.

I obeyed, even as I lowered myself between her thighs.

Her hand rested heavily on the back of my head, not forcing, just there. A weight, a reminder. I inhaled, nervously, and she felt it.

“Start slow,” she murmured. “Kiss me there. Soft. Don’t think about it too hard.”

So I did. Hesitant kisses against her heat, the taste unfamiliar but not unpleasant. She sighed, a sound that sent pride sparking through me.

“That’s it,” she said. Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Brave girl. Keep going.”

The praise hit harder than the liquor had. I kissed her more deeply, pressing my tongue against her, trying to mimic the rhythm she seemed to like. When she groaned- a low, unexpected sound, I felt it in my chest.

“Good,” she hissed. “God, you’re good at this. Don’t stop.”

Her voice broke in a way I’d never heard before. It wasn’t commanding. It wasn’t mocking. It was needy. And that made me bolder.

I licked, kissed, and sucked, awkward but earnest. She guided me with soft tugs of my hair, with murmured words—“there, good, more pressure, yes.” Every little sound she made became fuel.

When I pulled back, lips wet, she caught my chin and dragged me up to kiss her. Her mouth crushed against mine, sloppy and desperate, tasting herself on me. She groaned into my mouth, low and hungry, and I melted against her.

“Good job,” she whispered against my lips, almost tender. Almost. Her hand tightened suddenly around my throat, cutting the air just enough to make me whimper. She kissed me harder, spit and slick and heat mixing between us until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

I didn’t remember how we moved to the bed, only that suddenly I was on my back, breathless, while she shoved two fingers into me without warning. I gasped, but she caught my sound with her mouth, swallowing it like it belonged to her.

“Open,” she ordered, pulling her fingers free just long enough to press them against my lips. “Suck.”

I obeyed, tasting myself while she strapped on, the leather creaking as she adjusted. She watched me, eyes heavy, until I gagged slightly around her fingers. Then she shoved inside me, deep and unrelenting.

I cried out, legs trembling, clinging to her shoulders.

“That’s it,” she grunted, pace ruthless. “Take it. All of it. Show me how much you wanted this.”

I came fast—too fast—clawing at her back, but she didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

“Greedy little thing,” she growled, pounding into me harder. “Think you’re done?”

My cries turned desperate, body arching, overstimulated to tears. And still she chased her high, using me like I was built for her.

When she finally groaned, burying her face in my neck, I felt the shudder of release in her body. Relief, rough and unfiltered.

But she wasn’t finished.

She slid down between my thighs, tongue working me open again, relentless. I sobbed, shaking, begging without words.

“Shh,” she soothed against me. “You can take it. You’re mine. You can take it, you’re a winner.”

By the time she pressed the plug into me, my head spun. Full, stretched, overwhelmed. Then she slid back inside my cunt with her strap, filling both at once. I screamed, clutching the sheets.

She didn’t let me come. Not yet. She set the pace, brutal and consuming, dragging out every whimper, every plea, until I was nothing but need under her control.

And when she finally gave me permission, when she finally growled, “Now, pretty,” I shattered.

After, she didn’t say much. Just gathered me up, pressed me into her chest, and held me until my breathing steadied. She kissed the top of my head, soft, almost shy.

“Good girl,” she whispered again.

And in that moment, messy and aching and wrecked in her arms, I believed her.

Pt 1 pt3

A/N yall i needa stop smoking im so awkward :/

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TEACH ME

Pairing:olderlawyer!sevika x Lawyer!reader

wordcount:3,458

Summary: Reader wins her first case against Sevika even though Sevika has been a lawyer longer than readers been alive.

No use of y/N or reader, in Reader's Pov, masterlist

Warnings: Sexual content, masturbation, orgasm control, praise kink, pain, degrading, Age gap, vibrator, rough sex, powerplay.

My voice shouldn’t have sounded steady. It was my first case, for god’s sake. I had pulled three all-nighters in a row, drowned myself in case law, and silently begged the universe not to let me throw up on the courtroom floor. But when I stood at the podium, papers neatly stacked, hair pinned back like I’d been doing this for decades, the words came out clear.

And the best part? The judge was loving it.

“Objection.”

The voice came from across the aisle.

I glanced over at her, the so-called queen of the courtroom, the lawyer people whispered about in law school like she was some kind of urban legend. Her suit was charcoal, her expression stony, her scar making her glare that much more intimidating.

The judge barely looked up. “Overruled.”

I almost laughed. Almost.

“Your Honor, if opposing counsel could refrain from cutting me off—” I said sweetly, knowing damn well Sevika’s jaw clenched at the dig.

Her eyes snapped to me. “Maybe if opposing counsel could stick to the facts, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you struggling to keep up?” I smiled sweetly, then continued before she could open her mouth again.

The petty back-and-forth went on like that for hours. She glared, and I smirked. She objected, and the judge swatted her down like an annoying fly. It was so obvious the judge had it out for her, with each denial, each sharp retort directed her way. Sevika’s eyes would flicker with something dark, then land on me, like I was the cause of her downfall.

And then… I won.

My first case ever. Against Sevika. My client was nearly crying, and Sevika was sitting there, silent and stone-faced, her hands gripping the table so tightly her knuckles went white.

I should’ve been scared of the way she was staring at me. But all I felt was… adrenaline.

I caught her in the hallway after. Reporters swarmed, cameras flashing, everyone trying to get her reaction, but I slipped through the crowd, still in my modest navy suit that suddenly felt like armor.

“Hey,” I said, walking alongside her as she pushed past the vultures. “You were good in there.”

She shot me a glare. “Don’t patronize me, kid.”

Kid. Of course.

“I’m serious. You’ve been at this longer than I’ve been alive—”

Her lips twitched into something between a smirk and a snarl. “Don’t remind me.”

“—and I want to learn from you.”

That stopped her. Just for a second. Long enough for a camera to catch the way she tilted her head at me, like I was out of my mind.

“You’re out of your league.” She shoved past me, heading for the courthouse steps.

I followed. “I just beat you in court.”

“You had the judge in your pocket.” She said it with such venom I almost laughed. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

“So you admit I won.”

She stopped dead, turning to face me with that scar-lined face and a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “No.”

But the cameras had already caught it—the rookie trailing the legend, hounding her like some overeager intern.

I didn’t mean for it to spiral the way it did. One reporter asked how it felt to win against the great Sevika, and I smiled into the mic and said:

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without her influence. I mean—Sevika’s my role model. I’ve studied her cases for years. You could say I’m her protégé.”

The word slipped out easily. Protégé. By the time I got home, it was everywhere. Headlines. Social feeds. Talk shows. “Up-and-Coming Lawyer Declares Herself Protégé of Veteran Sevika.”

And Sevika?

She called me.

“Cute stunt.” Her voice on the line was rough, gravelly. “You like lying to the press?”

“I wasn’t lying. You’ve been my role model for years.”

“You think this is a game, rookie?”

“No,” I said, even though part of me was buzzing like it was. “I just think you should teach me. Since apparently I’m already your protégé in the public eye.”

The silence stretched. I pictured her pinching the bridge of her nose, annoyed as hell.

“Fine,” she finally said. “Meet me at Club X, tomorrow night. Ten. Don’t be late.”

I wasn’t sure what I expected—some quiet coffee shop, maybe—but Sevika at the bar in a black suit with her sleeves rolled up and a glass of whiskey in hand? Yeah, that checked out.

“You showed,” she said when I slid onto the stool beside her.

“Of course. I’m serious about this.”

Her eyes dragged over me, slow and deliberate. I felt pinned in place. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Then tell me.”

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “I’ll teach you. I’ll make you sharp enough to eat other lawyers alive. But there’s a condition.”

I swallowed. “What’s that?”

“You’ll be mine.”

I blinked. “Yours?”

Her smirk widened. “My submissive. My rules, my structure. In and out of the courtroom.”

I almost choked on my drink. “You’re joking.”

Her gaze hardened. “Do I look like I joke?”

The music thumped around us, lights flashing, but all I could focus on was her eyes.

“You think I’d agree to that?” I said, half-laughing.

“I think you want to win. I think you crave direction. And I think you’ll say yes.”

My pulse hammered in my throat.

“…What exactly would that mean?” I asked carefully.

Her smile was slow, wicked. “We’ll negotiate. But for starters—obedience. Discipline. A little pain. A lot of praise. And you’ll learn fast where the line is.”

I toyed with my glass, pretending to think, though my heart was slamming against my ribs. “So what kind of… play are we talking about here?”

She listed them like bullet points, like she was reading from a contract:

Restraints.

Spanking.

Impact play—hand, paddle, belt.

Control over you.

Public rules.

Private rewards.

gifts

toys

marking

“And so on, but if you’re not into it,” she added casually, “you walk away. No harm done. But if you’re in… you’re mine until I say otherwise.”

I stared at her, my mind spinning.

Sevika, the legend. The untouchable. The woman I had just beaten in court. And here she was, offering me everything I ever wanted-

A week later, I was standing in front of Sevika’s mansion, clutching my bag; it was the only thing keeping me from running back to my apartment. The place was ridiculous. Marble steps, iron gates, and windows big enough to watch me squirm from half a mile away. I rang the bell, and when the door opened, I was greeted by silence.

Everything about the house screamed wealth and control.

I knew I should’ve been used to the nerves by now—after all, I’d faced her in court, but this was different. This wasn’t about winning. This was about proving that I was worth her time.

“Upstairs. Second floor. End of the hall,” her voice called faintly from inside.

My heels clicked against the polished floor as I followed the directions. Her office door was open, light spilling into the hall. I stepped inside and froze.

Sevika was behind her desk, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, leaning back in her chair like she’d been waiting all night for me to arrive.

“Close the door.”

I obeyed.

She looked me up and down once, slowly. “You wore it.”

The lingerie set she’d mailed me was a dark lace bra, matching underwear, garter belt, and sheer stockings. I had never owned anything this expensive, let alone worn it for someone like her.

“Take the rest off.”

My breath caught. “Here?”

Her brow arched. “Do I need to repeat myself, rookie?”

I swallowed hard and obeyed, slipping my dress down, heels off, standing in nothing but the lingerie. Then she said it again:

“All of it.”

Heat flushed my face. I unclipped the bra, let it fall. Stepped out of the thong. Stripped down until there was nothing left to hide behind. My hands twitched toward covering myself, but her stare stopped me.

“Hands at your sides,” she ordered. “Stand still.”

So I did. Every nerve in my body screamed, goosebumps prickling my skin as her eyes traveled over me, clinical and hungry all at once.

Finally, she smirked. “Shy, cute, don’t worry, you’ll get over it.”

She stood, circling me slowly, like she was cross-examining me without a word. When she finally sat back down, she pulled a notepad toward her.

“Lesson one,” she said, pen tapping against the desk. “Courtroom strategy. You think you know how to win a jury?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes. It’s about connecting emotionally, making them trust you, and—”

“Wrong.” Her voice cut sharply. “That’s half of it. But juries are stupid. They follow confidence, not logic. You hesitate once, you lose. Try again.”

I bit my lip, tried again, stumbling through what I’d studied. She interrupted, corrected, and drilled me harder with each question.

“What do you do if the judge is hostile?”

“Stay calm, object respectfully.”

Her hand shot out, smacking my bare thigh hard enough to sting. I yelped.

“Wrong. You use it. Play the victim. Make the jury see the judge as unfair. Everything is theater.”

Her eyes glittered at my shock, lips curling in satisfaction. “Lesson two. How do you dismantle a hostile witness?”

I started answering, fumbling through cross-exam technique, and again her palm landed on my thigh, sharp and burning.

“Speak with conviction. Don’t sound like you’re guessing.”

The questions kept coming. Each time I slipped, she corrected me—sometimes with sharp words, sometimes with the flat of her hand against my thighs, leaving imprints. By the time she leaned back, I was trembling, cheeks flushed, thighs stinging.

“You’re a mouthy little brat,” she said coolly. “Smart, but reckless.”

“I’m not—”

Her hand grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up to meet her eyes. “Don’t argue.”My breath hitched. Her thumb traced my lower lip before she released me.

“Still,” she added, her voice softer, “you did better than I expected.”

She stood, and I froze as she stepped close, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Then her lips ghosted over my collarbone.

“You want praise?” Kiss.

“You’ll earn it.” Another kiss, lower this time, just above my breast.

“You want me to mark you?” Her teeth grazed my skin, sharp enough to sting.

I gasped as she sucked, leaving a dark mark against my chest. Her mouth trailed lower, across my stomach, my hips, her tongue flicking out like she was sealing every bruise she left. By the time she pulled back, I was trembling.

“Good girl,” she murmured.

The words went straight to my core.

But then she sat back in her chair again, all business. “Lesson three.”

My head snapped up. “What?”

Her grin was wicked. “You think this office is private? It connects to the library. The maids could walk by. They could look in. The thrill makes you sloppy. I’ll teach you control.”

She reached into a drawer, pulled out a sleek vibrator, and set it on the desk.

“Sit.”

I perched on the edge of her desk, heart hammering.

“Touch yourself,” she ordered.

I hesitated. “Here?”

Her glare dared me to argue. Slowly, I spread my legs, fingers trailing down, breath stuttering. Her eyes never left me.

“Good,” she murmured. “Now, take the toy.”

I obeyed, pressing it against myself, biting back a moan as the vibration hit. My hips bucked, but her hand shot out, slapping the inside of my thigh hard.

“Still. Don’t move it unless I say.”

I whimpered, forcing myself to stay put, legs wide open, the toy buzzing against me.

“Now answer this,” she said smoothly, as if we were back in court. “How do you sway a hostile jury when your client is clearly guilty?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think through the haze. “U-um, emphasize… mitigating circumstances—”

“Louder,” she snapped.

“Mitigating circumstances! Redirect their sympathy t-toward something else.”

Her hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in, marking me. “Better. But don’t stutter.”

She leaned back, watching as I writhed.

“What about a hostile witness who won’t answer the question?”

“Object—uh—motion to compel—”

Another sharp slap to my thigh. I gasped.

“Wrong. You box them in. Corner them until the only way out is your question.”

The toy buzzed relentlessly. My body screamed for release, hips trembling, but every time I moved even slightly, her hand landed hard on my thigh.

“Don’t move. Don’t close your legs. Or you don’t get to come.”

Tears pricked my eyes with frustration. “Please—”

Her smirk deepened. “Please, what? Please let you finish? You think begging works in court? Answer the next one perfectly, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

She leaned forward, eyes locked on mine. “Final question. How do you win against someone like me?”

I was panting, legs shaking, body desperate. “You… you don’t,” I gasped. “You… learn from her. You let her break you down and… and build you back up.”

For the first time, Sevika smiled—slow, dark, victorious.

“Correct.”

She flicked the toy off, yanking it away, leaving me throbbing and empty.

“You did well, rookie.” She leaned close, pressing a kiss to my jaw, then biting down hard enough to leave another mark. “But you don’t come until I say. Lesson four.”

I whimpered, body trembling, thighs red and stinging from her discipline, chest blooming with marks.

“Now,” she said, pulling back, adjusting her sleeves like we’d just finished paperwork. “Get dressed. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

And just like that, she dismissed me.

When Sevika told me to “dress nice,” I thought she meant business nice. You know—power suit, clean lines, something sharp to talk shop over. But when I showed up at the rooftop restaurant in a black dress that barely kissed mid-thigh, hair done, heels high, fur coat, I realized I’d walked into something else entirely.

The place looked like a painting. City lights spread out below us, the air cool and electric. Music played faintly from somewhere behind the glass doors, the hum of conversation around us muted by distance.

Sevika leaned back in her chair, suit jacket draped over the back, shirt open at the collar. She held a glass of whiskey in her hand and smirked at me when I sat down.

“You clean up nice, rookie.”

“Thought we were talking business,” I muttered, sliding into the chair across from her.

“We are,” she said smoothly. “But first… dessert.”

The way she said it made my stomach knot. Then she added, casually:

“And you’re wearing what I told you to, right?”

My cheeks flamed. Underneath the sleek black dress, against my skin, hummed the small vibrator she’d mailed me earlier that day, with instructions written on crisp stationery: Wear this tonight. No excuses.

I nodded stiffly.

Her smirk widened. “Good girl.”

We ordered. Drinks came first. Then dessert. I tried to focus on the food, on the conversation, but every nerve in my body was already braced for the inevitable.

“Tell me,” she said, swirling her glass. “How did you feel last time? In my office.”

I swallowed, stabbing at the dessert with my fork. “Exposed. Embarrassed. But… like I was learning.”

Her eyes glittered. “Learning takes pressure. Pressure makes diamonds. Or breaks glass.” “Which are you?”Before I could answer, the vibrator roared to life between my legs.

I nearly choked on the bite of chocolate I’d just taken. My hand flew to my lap instinctively, like I could hide the jolt that went straight through me.

Sevika’s expression didn’t change. She just sipped her whiskey, watching me.

I clenched my thighs under the table, but it didn’t help. The toy buzzed mercilessly, vibrating against me in steady pulses that made my whole body tense.

“Keep eating,” she murmured.

I forced my hand to lift the fork again, stabbing another bite of dessert. My hands shook slightly as I raised them to my lips. The sweetness exploded on my tongue, but it was drowned by the way my body betrayed me—hips shifting, thighs pressing together.

She clicked something under the table. The vibrator surged higher.

I gasped, nearly dropping the fork.

Her smirk sharpened. “Careful. People are watching.”

The restaurant wasn’t packed, but there were couples at other tables, waiters moving quietly between them, glasses clinking. No one was looking at us—yet.

My eyes watered from the effort of staying silent, of pretending everything was normal. I chewed slowly, swallowed hard, and forced a small, shaky smile.

“How’s the dessert?” Sevika asked casually.

I nodded quickly, unable to speak without giving myself away.

Her foot nudged mine under the table. “Words, rookie.”

“Good,” I croaked. “It’s… good.”

The toy kicked into another setting, stronger, relentless. My back arched against the chair, my lips pressing tight to stifle a sound. My hands gripped the edge of the table hard enough that my knuckles ached.

“Look at me,” she ordered.

I dragged my eyes up to hers. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, watching every twitch of my face with smug amusement.

“You’re blushing,” she murmured. “So wet you’re about to ruin that dress, aren’t you?”

My breath hitched. I nodded, barely.

Her smirk grew. She reached across the table, hand cupping my chin, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. “So polite. So quiet. You’re making me proud.”

She clicked the remote again. The toy cut off suddenly, leaving me throbbing, desperate, on edge. My whole body sagged with frustrated relief.

“Finish your dessert,” she said, leaning back like nothing happened.

I stabbed another piece of chocolate with shaky hands, forced it into my mouth, and swallowed around the lump in my throat. My chest rose and fell too quickly, heart hammering.

When the waiter came by to refill our drinks, Sevika didn’t miss a beat—she smiled, thanked him smoothly, and never let her eyes leave my flushed face.

And then, once he walked away, she clicked the remote again.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper. The vibrator buzzed stronger, faster, merciless. I shifted in my chair, thighs trembling, trying not to move too obviously.

Sevika leaned closer, her voice low and rough. “Spread your legs. Now.”

I froze.

“Do it,” she repeated.

Heat flooded me as I obeyed, sliding my knees apart under the tablecloth, the cool air hitting my thighs. The toy pressed deeper, making me gasp quietly.

Her hand slipped under the table, between my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher. Fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of my panties, then slid them aside.

I nearly choked on air.

She pulled the toy out with a quick flick, silent, efficient, and then her fingers were inside me.

I gripped the table hard, nails digging into the wood as she slid two fingers deep, curling, pressing. My eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking the corners.

“Keep your eyes open,” she whispered.

I obeyed, forcing them open to stare at the city lights sprawled behind her, glass towers glittering, the whole skyline spread out like a stage.

Her hand worked steadily, pumping in and out, thumb circling just enough to make me tremble.

“You’re so wet,” she murmured. “Dripping for me while you sit here eating dessert.”

My lips parted, but no sound came out. My chest heaved, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

She pressed her other hand over my mouth suddenly, muffling the desperate noise that slipped free.

“Quiet,” she breathed against my ear, leaning close. “Unless you want everyone to see how needy you are.”

My tears spilled over, rolling hot down my cheeks. The pleasure was unbearable, sharp and sweet, and the humiliation of being fingered like this- open, wet, being spread only made it worse.

She tightened her grip over my mouth, fingers thrusting harder. “That’s it. Take it. Don’t make a sound.”

I sobbed silently against her hand, body jerking, legs wide open under the table, the city glowing behind us like we were on display.

Finally, she pulled her hand from my mouth, slick with my saliva. She wiped it across my thigh, marking me.

“Good girl,” she whispered. “So obedient.”

I whimpered, head falling against her shoulder, body trembling with denied release.

Then she tilted my chin up and kissed me.

It was rough, claiming—her tongue sliding against mine, her teeth nipping, her hand still buried between my thighs. The city lights blurred through my tears as she devoured me, her lips tasting of whiskey and chocolate and control.

By the time she pulled back, I was wrecked. Breathless, legs trembling, body aching for more.

She smirked, wiping her fingers delicately with a napkin before signaling the waiter. “Check, please.”

Like nothing had happened.

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