thee lesbian enjoyer

a lesbian who loves lesbians

[prettyinpink69]

can you make a fic with gp!sevika, mommy kink, and squirting, please 🙏🩷

Let go for mommy ♥︎

Wc: 1.1k

Warnings: g!p Sevika, mommy kink, dom!Sevika spanking, restraints, overstimulation, slight dumbification, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, piss kink, fingering, oral (s!receiving), praise kink, spit + drool. +aftercare.

"Come on sweet girl, you can give mommy one more can't you?" You were well and truly fucked out.

On your knees with your cheek pressed into the sheets, wrists tied to the headboard, pussy slurping and squelching with each slow, deep thrust of her cock. "Too much mommyyy..." you whine, drooling onto the sheet beneath you.

Sevika tuts and spanks your left ass cheek, over and over until it blooming a bright red, only to do the same to the other cheek. "Oh sweet girl you want to make mommy happy don't you? Give mommy one more."

Sevika had pulled at least four orgasms from you tonight. Work was the bane of her existence this week and she needed to use her girls tight little cunt until she forgot all about it. And you were so willing. So eager. So submissive.

"Y-yes mommy... but it's s-sooo deep!" You whine, complaining about how sensitive you are, but your pushing your hips back and taking her cock deeper with each thrust.

"I know sweetie, one more orgasm. Maybe you can even squirt all over mommy's cock?" She teases. Her hands grip your hips and and pull you up so she can start to really jackhammer into you.

"Ah- ah- nghhh!!" You cry outs wetting the sheets beneath you with drool and tears. Your hands tug and twist in the restraints, her cock abusing your already oversensitive g-spot over and over again.

"That's it sweet girl, take it for mommy..." she huffs out a breath of exertion, your moans bouncing off the walls along with the sound of her hips snapping against your bright red ass, and the obscene squelch of your soaked litte cunt wrapped tight around her cock.

It's not long before you're cumming for the fifth time that night, clenching tight around her cock and holding it hostage as you cream all over her, a white ring forming at the base of her cock with each thrust. "Such a good, good girl for mommy..." Sevika groans as her hips still and she empties herself deep in your cunt, shouting her load directly into your womb.

"But mommy isn't done playing with her babygirl yet..."

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Sevika was lay back against the head board, with you lay back on her chest, legs spread wide over her own thighs, her cock which was already hardening again nestled between your sore, red ass cheeks.

"Mommy pleaseee I gotta pee..." you whine as her fingers pump in and out of your sopping wet pussy, squelching with each thrust.

"Oh? You need to pee sweet girl? Let go for mommy." Sevika's free hand moves to your lower stomach, just rubbing as she encourages you to let it out as her fingers curl upwards, massaging that sweet spot.

"N-nuh uh... can't pee... embarrassin'..." you whine and grip her forearm, nails digging into her skin as your head falls back onto her shoulder.

Sevika chuckles, her lips dragging over your neck, higher and higher until she nibbles your earlobe. "I wasn't askin' sweet girl. You're going to pee, right now." Her hand on your stomach presses down, right where your bladder is and your pussy immediately clenches around her fingers as you try to hold it.

"No! No mommy I can't-" you sob feeling overwhelmed but also extremely horny still despite being five orgasms deep. But with each brutal, punishing pump of her hand you couldn't hold it.

Like a dam you let go, the liquid gushing and dripping down her wrist and forearm, soaking the bed beneath you. "Nghh!! M-mommy!" You cry out, hips bucking as your orgasm washes over you right after you let go. And you keep squirting, completely soaking the sheets.

"Gooood girl, there we go sweetie. Atta girl.... keep goin' f' me." Sevika chuckles as you continue to gush like a fountain. Once your done, and she's sure you're completely empty and spent, she brings her fingers to your mouth.

Almost like you're on auto pilot, you part your lips and suck her fingers clean, lazily swirling your tongue around her long, soaked digits. And she was about to be satisfied and let you be... but you looked so pretty with your mouth full, and her cock was twitching and throbbing with need...

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On your knees, you look up at Sevika while she stuffs your mouth full of her cock. And all she could think of was how pretty you looked. Mommy's sweet girl, plump full lips wrapped around her length. Tears, dried and new on your cheeks, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and off your chin.. the sight was almost enough to make her bust a nut right there.

"Keep goin' mommy knows you can take more than that babygirl." She grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail and guides you, bobbing your head up and down on her cock.

"Mmph- mmmmph..." you moan around her and hollow your cheeks, sucking greedily. Sevika groans, her hips twitching and bucking forward, causing you to gag again, more tears spilling from your eyes. "Look so pretty crying for me babygirl..."

It was true, the only time Sevika ever wanted to see her pretty girl cry was on her cock, fucked dumb.

Your hand were resting on the back of her thighs, holding them in place as you take more of her length, licking her vein on the underside of her cock with each thrust of her hips. "My god... I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that babygirl. You want mommy's load hm?" She grunts as she grips your hair tighter and takes over, fucking your throat mercilessly.

Your nails dig into the hard muscles of her thighs as you take it. You had nowhere to run. But you didn't want to run, you were exactly where you wanted to be and you both knew it.

Sevika kept her eyes on you as her hips thrust back and fourth, over and over, the tip of her cock hitting the bag of your throat and causing you to gag and tears to spill. "God fuckin' dammit baby..." she groans, she can feel the pleasure building in her spine.

Her cock twitches, her balls tightening as she pulls you hair, burying herself straight down your throat and spilling her load.

You swallow it greedily, not wasting a drop as she finally pulls out and you gasp and sputter, trying to suck in as much oxygen as you can. "Mommy..." you whimper and look up at Sevika, who was now gently running her fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp.

"Come on sweet girl, lets get you in the bath and then we can order chinese food. Sound good?" You nod and giggle, wrapping your arms around her neck as she scoops you up into her arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

She could be rough, dominant and totally overwhelming. But she always, always made sure her girl was looked after.

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[santhiquee]

we give and we take

Synopsis: After the relentless memories of the rubble of Zaun and the violence she's inflicted, Sevika searches for relief and ends up with a needy and spoiled Therapy Dog Hybrid, who finds ways to comfort her and ease the itch in her flesh.

mdni | content: dry humping, tail pulling, tribbing, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, mild impact play, praise kink, mild verbal humiliation, light dom/sub Pairing: Counselor! Sevika x Therapy Dog Hybrid! reader a/n: finally finished with this lovely request, and honestly, I will probably try to write more hybrid stuff cause this was fun, let me know if any of you would like more hybrid stuff...maybe with a kitty in heat next time!! Though I apologize for the smut being shorter in this one :(

It takes some years for Sevika to even consider going to a therapist. Then it takes her hours of looking outside her window into the rubble of Zaun, and it takes her days of drowning in an amber liquid to even consider asking for help. Sometimes her memories feel distant. 

Sometimes, between the small hours of sleep she can afford, memories come rushing back to her body, and as she stares at the ceiling, letting little tears slip out. The hiss of her mechanical arm becomes something akin to soft rain. Sometimes she tried to ignore it, but the memories followed her everywhere, and even when she was showering, she could hear the screams and the vision of blood. 

And as she soon became a Councilor of Piltover, she witnessed the damage of Zaun at first hand, eyes blurring as the rubble of buildings covered the streets of Zaun. Between meetings and trying to figure out how to better Zaun and Piltover, Sevika feels as though she’s being drowned alive. With nothing to live for. 

She finally thinks about therapy around her forty-third birthday, when she’s sitting alone, hearing the drumming sound of her own breath and her mechanical arm. Her hair is longer now, muscles tired and aching, and sometimes, when she goes too long without moving after work, Jinx would show up. 

“Get a therapy dog.” The blue-haired girl said, looking through Sevika’s kitchen. “I heard they're good.”

“For what?” Sevika grumbles, trying to fix a kink in her mechanical arm. The clink of the metal rings around them, and Jinx scoffs.

“For that shit attitude of yours. If you keep this up, you’re going to end up dead or with another tech arm. Get help.”

Sevika doesn’t mean to be defensive. But the feeling of weakness makes her fingers itch, and she drops the screw, “Are YOU getting help?”

Jinx doesn’t say anything for a long time, and she puts down her cup, walking to the front door. She never meets Sevika’s eyes, “Get help.”

Sevika goes to Piltover Therapy Center the next day. She stands outside the silver building, walking up and down, before she goes inside. Her knee bounces for a good thirty minutes before she’s looked at by a manager. The short, stout woman smiles at her and leads her to an office. “Doctor Murn will see you in a second.” 

The first hour she spends with Doctor Murn is spent in awkward silence, in which the man, nervously looked at her eyes, and then asked her a bunch of questions that made her nearly shrink in her seat. Through the seconds, she thought of her beginnings. Her birth, her mother, her faults, her guilt, and everything in between. 

He dissects every memory and action she slowly recounts her actions, sometimes taking long pauses to blink back tears. “So it’s my fault?” She asks before leaving, foot tapping on the marble floor.

And the man merely looks at her, “No. You must understand how your actions affected others, and to find a way to let go of that guilt. If not, these things will manifest, and when you’re walking down the street…you will feel as though you’re about to die.”

Sevika sits on that. She sits on the possibility of her walking down the street, and her heart palpitates until it jumps out of her rib. She dreams about it, eats thinking about it, and it nearly kills her. 

She moves her meeting to twice a week, seeing that man and talking about her life.  The things she’s done, witnessed, all until the man looks at her in silence, jotting down in his paper, eyes nearly red. It goes on for two months, and when she told him of her loneliness, his only question was, “Have you considered a Therapy Hybrid?”

“A therapy hybrid?”

He nodded, “There are some hybrids who are trained to provide emotional support to a companion. They’re often called 'comfort hybrids' because of the attention and comfort they give to their human or hybrid companions.” Murn pushes his glasses back, “I can give you the name of a center. Think about it.”

Get help. 

Get help. 

Jinx’s words rang in her ear, and she nodded, “I’ll do it.”

Piltover Therapy Hybrid International Department is a big building with black lettering and a hybrid label on the front. Sevika stands in front of the building for a couple of seconds, and she takes a breather before she enters. 

A bulldog hybrid greets her at the front, hears pointed to the sky, “Hello, do you have an appointment or a referral?”

Sevika nods, “Doctor Murn sent me with a referral for a hybrid therapy…therapist.”

The hybrid smiles, “Ah, yes, please follow Jesse, she will help you.” And as he finishes, a muscular woman with pale skin comes into view. 

In each corner, there’s a hybrid or a human, looking and asking, watching other hybrids walk with a badge that signals them as workers or hybrid therapists. “They're trained to help companions through several crises and offer emotional support. In your case, a–”

Sevika stopped listening halfway when her eyes landed on you. Your tail wagged, hair tusling side to side while another hybrid practises scenting your emotions. Her eyes rake over your lax face, and your slow emotions rolling in before quickly shifting them. 

And then you laugh, slow and liquidly like syrup, making her skin feel gooy and soft. It’s almost like she saw a ray of sunshine, curling behind her skin, making her feel warm. In the seconds, she watches you, it’s as though all the things she’s done do not matter. 

The violence did not matter, the death, the grunts, the vision of milky eyes in the sky. Jesse notices Sevika’s eyes, and she follows until her eyes land on you. “You will have better luck robbing a bank.”

Sevika pauses, turning to Jesse, “What?”

“Y/N. Born into the therapy hybrid program, which is now discontinued, but they mostly train other hybrids for their companion. Fifty requests come rolling in every two weeks for her companionship, and she never takes them.”

“Why?”

Jesse shrugs, “Says humans are frugal creatures, who do not value hybrids….she figures herself a princess.” Distain drips from her words, and a rush of something akin to anger curls through Sevika’s body. A distant feeling, and for a second, it feels like euphoria. It makes her feel…human. 

Jesse shows each corner of the place to Sevika, telling her of the hybrids' intended duties, though the older woman did not pay much attention. She keeps thinking back to you, and as Jesse pushes for an answer on a hybrid, she calls out your name. “Y/N.”

“Are you…sure?”

Sevika nods. “Yes.”

Sevika is led to a small room with pictures of hybrids and humans, and advertisements for everything. There’s a small couch on the wall, and a little wooden table in the corner with a flower on top.

 She stops breathing for a second when the door opens, and your floppy ears come into view; your tail twitches. “You asked for me?”

The air stills for moments, and Sevika rakes her eyes over you, taking in every inch, until she’s sure her retinas will remember you even through the darkness. Two big floppy ears, placed perfectly and symmetrically on your head. “I am looking for a therapy companion…I would like you to be my companion.”

Your head tilts, “Funny.” You say. “Most who come in say ‘hybrid’ never companion. Is there a reason why you’re picking me? Have you even checked why I’ve never passed my last certification?”

“Jesse said you weren’t… sociable.”

Sevika watches you settle down in the wooden chair, inches and inches of space between you, while she’s on the couch. “I bite and scratch, Miss Sevika…and I have no intention of filling down my teeth.” And you smile, showing her two long canines.

“You don’t need to file them…or wear a collar or any of those regulations.  I just need a companion.” Sevika responds, nearly vibrating on the couch. Sweat builds at her temple, and she swallows thickly, “Everything I have can be yours.”

“Are you asking for marriage or companionship?” You ask with a scoff. Isn’t it the same? In Sevika’s mind, a marriage, something she’s never thought of, is the same as companionship. She wants…needs someone to hold her, yet let her guide them. 

“Does it matter?” Sevika regrets the words as soon as they land, but you smile at her. Longer, still bearing your teeth, but in a way where it seems you’re enjoying her company. 

You stand from the table, “I am quite expensive.”

“I can afford it.” Being appointed as a Councilor of Piltover has given her ‘clean’ money, more than she already had stashed, and access to better things that she couldn’t have before. Your eyes dart from her to the ground, ear twitching before you nod. 

“Okay.”

The process of you coming home with Sevika was harder than her getting on the council. It takes paper after paper, and even a house inspection in which two hybrids go to Sevika’s house, and determine its safety for your well-being. In total, the process was about a month, and at the end, she took you home and set you up next to her room. 

Sevika stands silently behind you as you touch each surface of the room, noting the plain bed and the empty walls. “I didn’t…decorate. It’s up to you. Should we go buy some now?”

Sevika bounces you from trade district to trade district, hands on her side, while you pick out things like lights, chew toys, faux fur throws, and items she’s never even thought of buying. When your hands brush over a box of puppy pads, she looks away, cheeks heating up. By the end of the buying spree, Sevika’s arms are covered with bags, while you run around, nose pressed into each vendor, looking for more items. 

“Hungry?” 

You nod, eagerly, curling your arm around hers. Sevika’s body nearly breaks open when she feels your warm skin on hers. Your tail wags, hitting the bags and bumping into her own body. “When we go back, we should talk about schedules...the department said it’s good to give hybrid companions a schedule.”

Somewhere around Piltover, there’s a small eaterie, between a clothing vendor and a hair vendor. The smell of meat and meed curls in your nose. “Schedules are good, but I heard you work in a council…you don’t operate on a strict timing, do you?”

“No…But I can change that.” And she maneuvers you to the back of the eaterie, setting down the bags, and pulling a chair for you. You aren’t sure what to say. You’ve never been treated like this…with such care.

You can remember the minutes and hours you spent in your last companion's house and the Hybrid Therapy department. During those times, in both places, there was a distance between you and the world, as if you were anything. Not a human, not an animal, not even both. You’re simply something with a warm body. 

You chew the inside of your cheek, canines softly digging into the skin. “Why?”

“Because you’re my companion now. It’s my job to take care of you…as you care for me.” And she says all that with a shrug. You stare at her for a second, eyes trained on her face, then on the metal that’s her arm. She smells of honesty, nothing sour like your last companion. 

Since you had scented her when she appeared, she’s always smelled of liquor and something sweet. But never of anger. It makes you feel soft and bubbly. She doesn’t even order for you; she stares at you for a second when the man comes in for an order, and you pick what you want, never smelling disdain or displeasure in her body. 

Sevika is quiet, much more quiet than your last companion; she eats slowly and drinks a glass of brandy. Each bite of the steak makes you feel warm and giddy; it’s been so long since you’ve eaten something this good. “Steak is always good.”

In the soft hiss of her arm, she hums, “Yes. We can have it for rewards if you‘d like.” Sevika pauses at her words, and you tilt your head, “I didn’t mean to–”

“I’d like that.” And she calms down, no longer smelling of anxiety. Sevika doesn’t say anything for the rest of the time, too afraid that she’ll say something wrong or scare you off. She didn’t want that. 

She dreaded that. 

Back home, she helps you hang up the decorations, some plants in the corner of the room, light by bright lights, and thick fluffy comforters on the bed. Chew toys decorate the wall, and when you’re finished, she lingers on the door. “I work from nine in the morning to five. You can do whatever you’d like from that time.”

“Anything?”

You wake up before Sevika showers in the morning. The soft hiss of the shower rings in your ears, and they twitch with each grunt or soft sound Sevika makes. When she comes out, she’s dressed in her counselor outfit, and it makes her look meaner…nearly unapproachable. You never really stand up from the couch; you simply pat it, and she furrows her eyebrow until she’s next to you. 

“Good morning.” You say groggily, as you put your entire body on Sevika’s legs. She stiffens against you, but she never pushes you or makes a sound of protest; she stays still. “What time will you be back?”

“Uh… somewhere around five.” Your tail wags at her word, the hair ruffling from side to side, as the seconds turn into minutes. The clock strikes softly, and you lie there, a soft pur curling from your throat, until it makes Sevika’s leg vibrate. 

She doesn’t want to say it, but often before she leaves for the council, there’s this wave of anxiety and displacement that makes her nauseous. Does she belong there? It doesn’t matter if they thought she was too rough or too “undercity”, but it never failed to draw her attention when their eyes seemed to follow her movements. 

The sound of your purring emits the same calmness as the sound of her metal arm. And the wave of nervousness curling in her bones fizzes away slowly, until all she thinks about is coming back to you and making dinner.

 Jinx comes around when Sevika is gone. She knocks twice on the door, and you open it. She pauses before looking at your ears and tail. “Therapy dog.”

“Hybrid.” You correct. “Therapy hybrid.”

“Oh. Right,” And she stands there awkwardly for a second before pushing inside the house with a bag of groceries. “Sevika sent…sent these for you.” Inside the bag are high-end hybrid protein bars. Human food mixed with something else to satisfy the animalistic parts of a hybrid. 

“I don’t know your name.” You say after a beat. 

“Jinx. A friend of Sevika.” 

You put the bars away, while Jinx stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room, hands flexing, observing the place. “Can you…tell me about her?”

You know that Sevika will most likely never tell you about her past, and you honestly did not have the courage to ask her. The topic feels almost too heavy and too soon. Jinx’s words are cryptic, slow, and careful, like she doesn’t want to say too much. 

“I never really learned about her family,” she says with a drawl, “but we…worked together if you can call it that.” And she spends a good hour, slowly describing how she clashed with Sevika and how the woman still protected her despite their differences.   

Her loyalty to Zaun. Her hard ways. With each word, you imagined a hardened Sevika, with blood on her face, a grueling life every day. For some reason, it made your heart ache. It made you think back to the days you were trained, and the tiny scars along your body. 

When Sevika comes back, you’re lying on the floor, a tiny ray of sun hitting your soft stomach. You can smell the exhaustion in her body and hear the gruff sighs slowly pouring from her mouth. “I’m home.” She calls out. 

When she finally settles on the couch, you move from the floor and sit next to her. “How was work?” You ask, and nuzzle into her neck, dragging your nose on her neck, then up to her cheek, inhaling her sweat and wood. Your purr softly into the air, and Sevika sighs. 

Not of exhaustion but of relief, and she hums as you do this, until you’re crawling back onto the floor, kneeling next to her knee and placing your chin on it. “Tiring. Meetings, and…people talking and talking….” She pauses, fully leaning back into the couch. “What did you do today?”

“Clean. Eat. Lie down. Talk to Jinx. Lie down again,” You respond, “What will we be having for dinner?”

“What would you like?” Sevika pats her knee, and you tilt your head at her, ear twitching for a second. “On the couch, pup. On the couch.” Her hands slide under your arms, pulling you to the couch, nearly on her lap. 

Your body heats up at the name, though it seems not to register in Sevika’s head what she just called you. In your twenty-six years of life, you’ve never been called a pup without a sliver of humiliation. A word meant to demean. 

But with Sevika, it slides out smoothly, with a feel of adoration and something close to what you’d call a lover–not that you’d know the feeling closely. When you’re on the couch, Sevika curls her arm around your waist and hauls you to her side, patting your head while her eyes flutter closed. 

She hums, and you purr into her body. Your tail softly thumps into the couch, and you feel a hand on it for a second, softly touching the fur. Sevika’s hand slides down the base, and she pulls on it softly, making a whimper curl from your throat. Heat flashes through your lower belly, and you push your face into her arm. 

“Sorry.” She whispers into your hair, “Won’t do that again.”

And she truly doesn’t do it again. Not even when she’s cooking dinner, and you’re following her around, trying to see what she does. Sometimes you’d stand a foot behind her, and sometimes she’d signal you to stand next to her and watch. “Do you want me to…cook?”

“No.” Her words are fast. And she pauses before looking at you, “Sorry…I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ll leave extra food so you can reheat it, but I’ll cook for us.” 

Living with Sevika becomes ritualistic. In the morning, you wake up before her and rest on her knee while she sits immobaly, letting you rest and soothe her. When she comes back, she cooks, and you lean onto her knee on the floor while a black and white film rolls on the wall. 

Sevika never really makes it known if she had any expectations of you besides providing the comfort you were instilled. She doesn’t expect you to roll over at her commands, and oddly enough, she never really commands you to anything besides tiny things to take care of your well-being. 

Like commanding you to eat the high-end hybrid foods she buys for you, saying they will help you stay healthy. Pushing you to turn down the radio to a more acceptable volume because if not, your ears will get hurt or worse, burst.l. But she never makes unreasonable requests. 

It’s not until three months into being her therapy hybrid–the thought made you shiver, and nearly whine, because the thought of ownership came not from the arrangement but your own brain. You had woken up like any other day and sat on the couch, waiting for the sound of the shower to begin. It takes a minute before you hear the rustling of Sevika’s bed sheets and the click of her door. 

“C’mere,” She rasps in a soft, sleepy voice. You follow along until she’s pressing her hand on the small of your back, maneuvering you to the bathroom. 

She grunts, picks up a toothbrush, a bright purple one, puts toothpaste on it, and holds it to your mouth. “Open.”You stare at it for a minute, eyes darting from the brush to Sevika’s lidded eyes. The smell of skin, jasmine, and smoke engulfs your senses, and you open your mouth, staring into the tiny mirror while Sevika stands behind you, pressed into your back. 

She holds your chin, maneuvering the brush until it’s touching every tooth, building white foam across your mouth. It feels oddly domestic–like lovers. Are you lovers? Companions? You don’t understand anymore, but it feels good to have someone care for you. 

For a second, you expect her to only do that, but after she’s done, she pours water into your mouth, and you spit. It goes on until your mouth no longer has foam, and when you’re finished, she turns you around. “From now on…I brush your teeth, and I inspect your canines every morning. You understand?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m taking care of your health.”

Tiny changes began like that. You brushed your teeth every morning with her, though she brushed your teeth first, then looked into your mouth, softly touching your canines, then moved you to sit on the toilet seat, until she brushed her own teeth. 

Then you’d be commanded to sit on the couch and wait for her. Each command drummed across your spine, making your tail wag harder, excitement building across your tummy. Then came ear checks, after she came from work. 

She patted the couch while you lay on the floor, and when you leaned into her touch, she pushed you back softly. “I need to start checking your ears.”

“I check them every night.”

She shook her head, “I can’t tell if you’re doing it correctly. I’ll check them when I get off work.” And she softly stroked your face and ears while you tried not to whimper, lifting the skin flap and examining your inner ear, noting the color, texture, and feel of it. “Good job,” She murmured, “You’ve been doing well.”

At her words, you slipped from her hold and pressed your face into her neck, then straddled her lap, until she smelled of happiness and something like toasted sugar–an emotion you’ve only smelled when your last companion brought over her partners. 

For a moment, you expect more things to change or for her to suddenly say you’ll be sleeping in her bed, but Sevika never says that. And you realise that you’ve never…ever lain on her bed. The realisation settles after she comes from work, and instead of heading to the couch, she face plants on the bed. Her arm hisses, and you follow her, crawling to her side. 

“How was work?”

She grunts, turning her body and patting her belly until you put your face on it, and purr into her skin. “Tiring like always…I never asked you…but what did Jinx say when you asked her about me?”

You try to remember the early month, “Not much. She said that you were hard working, but did something that wasn’t agreeable.”

“I worked for someone who wanted to change zaun but…tried to do so in violent ways.” She says after a beat. “I helped…and I have my regrets.”

“Do you want me to tell you about my last companion?”

“You don’t have to.”

You stare at the empty white wall of her room, sometimes looking at her boots, then back to the wall. “Unlike some hybrids, I am somewhat quiet. My last companion did not like that. I couldn’t fill the silence, she wanted…she wanted entertainment–that was not my job.” You recount back to the last memories, “One day she brought over some guests, and she wanted me to entertain them…act like a dog rather than a human. I do not like being a spectacle.” 

“You bit them.”It’s not a question but rather a deduction, and you nod, eyes trained on the wall. You can almost see the look of horror morph into the black space, replaying like a motion picture, and you pause for a second, hearing the screams and clatter of glass. 

“Doesn’t take much to break into skin.” You whisper, “Humans do that to each and no one puts a muzzle on them.”

“Do you remember her name?” You shake your head. You can only remember distant memories of her face, but not her name. You aren’t sure why; maybe it’s the human part of you keeping it away from you. It’s better off like that. 

The smell of anger curls against Sevika’s vein, and when you smell it, it’s not rotten or nasty. It’s slow and smells like expired sour candy. But for the rest of the day, she doesn’t ask about anything. Not about your past companionship or the program that you were raised in. 

You don’t find it odd until the next day, a few hours just before Sevika leaves for work, and Jinx rolls through, raiding the kitchen. She’s looking around the gifts that Sevika has carefully curated around the house, so you can play anytime you’d like, when Jesse and two other hybrids show up. 

“Your last…companion has been attacked. This is a routine check w–”

“You think I did it.” You interject, and you can hear Jinx stiffen from the window, eyes trained outside, yet actively listening. The hybrids look at her for a second, then back to you. “I’ve been here all morning. She’s a guest and can attest to that.” 

When they leave, you stand in the kitchen for a few seconds, unsure of what to do or say. You stand there motionless until Jinx pats your shoulder, “You shouldn’t feel bad. She was bound to do something like that.”

You blink at her, eyebrows slowly knitting together. “What?”

“Sevika….” The girl twirls, blue hair bouncing with her movements. “She can say all she wants, but she’s always been the ‘strike first, ask questions later’ kind of person.”

A rush of emotions waves through your body. Shock. Shock again. Disbelief. Slight content. Wonder. Satisfaction. Amusement. You let those emotions strip through your veins until the door of the apartment clicks open, and Sevika is walking, though each step is measured. “I’m home.”

You smell it as soon as she enters. The thick waft of blood stuck to the upper layer of her skin, though she’s tried to wash it away, and the small rolls of guilt emitted by her awkward smile. “How was work?”

She pauses for a second, “Boring. Did nothing interesting. Meetings after meeting, though I did go around Piltover for some recruitment thing for the constructions around Zaun.” She moves to the couch, and you leap onto her, nosing her neck and face. “What did you do, pup?”

You preen at the name, a low rumble curling in your throat. “I was visited by Jesse from the Therapy Hybrid Department…. She had told me that my last companion was attacked. Real bad.”

“Oh.” She makes this faux sad face, though you can now read her expression more clearly than ever before. And she knows this. She looks down at the floor, softly maneuvers you to the couch, away from her, until she’s sitting on the couch, throat bobbing. “I’ll go to bed a little early today…let me order dinner for you.”

The AC of the apartment hums as you follow Sevika. And she turns to look at you, while you crawl into her bed, tail wagging at a rapid pace, “Do you feel guilty?”

You can hear her teeth chew the inside of her mouth, “I started therapy to let go of my actions and work on…forgiveness. What I did–”

You jump up to plant a kiss on her cheek. It nearly knocks the wind out of her, and she stares at you in shock. You do it again, and again, until she’s caging you into the bed, your back pressed on the soft comforters. “My handler takes such good care of me.”

Handler. 

Handler.

“Say that again.” Sevika commands, rough and deep, “Say it.” 

“My handler.”

You don’t expect her to come down and kiss you. It takes nearly a minute for your brain to register her lips on yours, and when it finally does, you melt into the bed. You try to kiss her back, clumsily, until you open your mouth, and she’s pushing your tongue inside. Your back arches off the coach, because it's nothing you’ve ever experienced. 

Hear swarms your lower belly, and you’re whining into her mouth as her tongue rolls over yours. When she finally sucks on your pink tongue, your hips jolt into hers, nails immediately digging into her shoulder. Sevika pulls away, and you whine. “Again…ag–again…feels good.”

There’s a smug smirk on her face as she watches your chest move up and down. You try to follow her movement, chasing after her, but she’s quick to put a hand on your chest, holding you back. Sevika smells like burnt sugar, that smell again seeping from her skin. “That’s enough for today.”

You whine at her, ears flopping, “Why? I want more.”

“That was a reward….like steak. You need to earn it.” And by that, she means taking care of the chores she’s assigned, doing your duty as a therapy hybrid, and making sure she’s checked you in the morning. 

“I can…make you feel good. I can do something…please. I want to make you feel like I do.” The room turns hot. You feel dizzy and lightheaded, too lightheaded, ear twitching and tail wagging, thumping into the bed. Something about Sevika’s tongue in your mouth has altered your brain chemistry, and you need to do it again. 

Sevika’s eyes narrow, “And what exactly is it that my pup can do for me?”

You try to think back to the old tapes you had found under the bed, before coming home with Sevika. The ones in which one human is perched on another human’s face, mouth shaped into an ‘O’, voice loud and thick. Your vision nearly blurs thinking of Sevika doing that to you. “Sit…on my face?”

The air stills, and she laughs, loud and deep. “A pup like you shouldn’t be thinking those things.” 

“But it will help you feel good.” You respond with a pout, chasing after her as her hand leaves your chest. “Please, please…I–I’ll let you touch my tail, if you sit on my face.” 

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you can see her trying not to laugh in your face. It would be humiliating if you weren’t so fucking turned on that the bottom of your panties has been to dampen through the tiny shorts. 

If she laughs at you again, you’re sure to pee yourself from excitement. “Want to be good for your handler, huh? I’ll have to inspect you then.”

Your head tilts at her words. Inspect? “Isn’t that for houses?” But she shakes her head. 

“Stay still, pup. I’ll shower and come back. Can you do that for me?” You nod, ears flopping, accidentally wagging your tail along with the bottom of your body. It feels amazing to act on pure animalistic instinct. “Atta girl. Down.” 

You whine into the air, pushing yourself down into the bed, earning a grin from Sevika. While the water runs, you take off your shorts, leaving yourself in flimsy underwears, and one of Sevika’s t-shirts that you’ve stolen. When the water cuts off, and the door opens, steam hurls into the air, and she comes out with a towel wrapped around her waist. Only a towel. 

You shrink away, hands rushing to cover your eyes, though you silently watch her through the tiny slit between your fingers. “If you keep watching, without permission, I’ll have to punish you.”

“‘’m not watching,” you grumble to her, catching the scars on her back, how her metal arm hisses as she maneuvers it back on her body. She puts on some simple panties and a tank top. Her hair is damp, and you can smell the soft scent of flower soap on her skin. “What’s an inspection?”

Sevika doesn’t say anything, but the bed dips under her weight as she crawls to you. Her hands maneuver you on your back, fingers pressed on the back of your thighs–coolness creeping to your skin from her metal fingers.

“A checkup. I just need to make sure that you’re healthy…and that I’m taking proper care of you. You understand?” Sevika knows she’s being perverted right now, but you’re staring at her through your big puppy eyes, and your tail is wagging, so she feels no remorse in taking advantage of her knowledge. 

You nod at her, and her hands begin to move, fingers gliding to your inner thigh. It tickles for a second, though heat rushes through the back of your spine. The sensation is off, and you bite your lip as a finger presses into the damp panties. “Tsk. Already leaking?”

Your thighs jerk, and her thick finger slides up, pressing into your swollen bud. Her nail rakes over the panties, caressing the bundle of nerves, pushing a tight gasp from your lips. “Sev…feels–”

“It’s okay…it’ll feel good in a second.” She coaxes softly, quickly changing fingers, using her thumb to push down on the nerve, while her metal hand pushes your leg open, enjoying your meek gasp and how your ears flop and twitch. 

With each second, the pleasure dribbles down your spine,  you feel slick pour of you, until you’re sure you’ve coated the bottom of your panties. Yet Sevika’s eyes are trained on your little reactions, until she stops and you whimper at her. “Please…don’t stop.”

She simply smiles at you, hands moving to slip the t-shirt from your body, and you instinctively cover your chest, cheeks burning as her hands move yours. “What a pretty pup.” And her hands cup your breasts, finger prodding at your hardened peaks, raking over the flesh. 

It’s borderline overwhelming, how her hands make your flesh tingle, the new sensation makes goosebumps rise to your skin, and it gets worse as she moves back to your thighs, taking off your panties. Your insides feel warm, though a gooey, dizzying feeling settles in your head, like you’re sitting on top of a fluffy cloud. The press of Sevika’s hands rubbing your kness, as if trying to ease your worry, makes you preen. 

It takes a second of her kneading your flesh before her fingers slide through your wet folds, up to your clit, rubbing it until you're blinking back tears, and little noises, trying to keep your legs from locking. The sensation is too good, and your cunt pulses, hips flexing to rock into Sevika’s touch. She notices, lips curling into a smirk. “Keep going. Doesn’t it feel good? Means I'm taking real good care of you.”

From Sevika’s view, slick pours down your wet folds, and she’s eager; slowly pushing in a finger, watching how your pupils dilate, tongue sliding out of your mouth. Sevika curls into that spongy spot, watching your legs fall open, “You can take my fingers, right puppy? You’ll let me stretch you out, baby?”

And you nod, rocking back into her finger, dumbly bobbing your head. Tiny tears slip from your eyes, and two fingers curl into you, all three pushing in, making your cunt give out a filthy squelch. Your belly tightens, and a feeling pushes into your bladder, “Sev…something…my belly feels we–weird…pleaseplease.”

“It’s okay,” She hums, using her metal finger to abuse your clit while she continues to fuck into that spot, enjoying your loud moans and whimpers, and the way you twitch into the bed, tail wildly wagging with each rush of pleasure. “C’mon, pup. Be good, cum for me.”

The sensation crashes through your body, pushing loud sobs and hiccups out of your throat. And you ride Sevika’s fingers, drool sliding down your chin, as your foot digs into the bed. Each jolt of your hips down into her fingers makes a filthy squelch ring around your ears. “That’s my pretty, mutt—so good for me—all perfect and healthy,” Sevika coes, caressing your knee. 

“Good…so so good,” You slur, whining when her fingers slip out of you. It takes a couple of minutes for your brain to catch up to anything. The feeling of your limbs all jelly, slowly fizzing away, until you’re staring at a rather happy Sevika. “Will…will you sit on my face now?”

“Maybe tomorrow, pet.” She yawns. You pout at Sevika all through her cleaning you up, and especially when she’s on her back on the bed, and you slide next to her, pressing your face on her chest. “Are you going to sulk into my skin the entire night?”

“Please…”

“If you keep this up, I’ll get a collar and keep you at the foot of the bed.” She snarls at you playfully, and your cunt jumps at her words, a whimper slipping from your mouth. Her eyes narrow, “Don’t–”

“You’re so mean to me.” You pout at her, though you're nearly going dizzy from her threat. A flash of her hands curling at your leash, pulling you to her, while you walk on all fours, makes you swoon. “I didn’t even get a kiss afterwards.” 

Sevika jumps to your side, licking your swollen lips until you’re putty in her hand, gasping with each lap. And she’s quick to pull away, and press little kisses on your cheek and jaw, until you’re giggling and holding onto her. You don’t go back to your room that night; it was too easy to fall asleep in Sevika’s arms and curl into her body. 

The sun flashes into the room, through the tiny blinds, and your eyes flutter open, feeling Sevika still in bed. You lay there for a second before turning to her, eyes watching drool slip from her mouth, and how her skin glistens in the soft light. “Sev…” You call out, groggily, pushing her softly, until she’s groaning. “Sev, we have to get up.”

Her chest rumbles, eyes fluttering with a grunt. “Day off.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, “Yeah…but, I need…we built a schedule. I need to sit on your lap on the couch.” You wait for her to ignore your request, the pit of your stomach churning, until she grunts again, but moves her hands, sliding behind your waist and hoisting you into her arms.

 The couch dips under your weight, and you lie on her legs, purring while her eyes close. You preen on her lap, snuggling into her, until the usual time she’s supposed to leave clicks on the clock, and you move off her lap. “I want to go shopping today.”

Sevika nods, eyes still closed, “Clothing. Food.” 

“A collar...”

Her eyes shoot up, neck cracking to you. “I was joking…You know I would ne–”

“I know,” You interject with a smile, hands wrapping around her arm, “But...I’d like the collar. What should it say, ‘property of sevika’, ‘sevika’s companion’, maybe ‘sevika’s pup’?”

Her breathing shallows, and Sevika immediately feels her clit jump at your words. The idea of branding you with a collar, in which everyone can see that you belong to her, nearly makes her vision go white. “Be careful, pup…don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“You’re the scardy-cat…won’t even sit on my face.” You say with a scoff. And Sevika smiles, feeling you get all worked up on her side. Your obsession with her suffocating you with her cunt, makes her shudder. A part of her is scared of giving in to your need, too afraid of turning you into an insatiable puppy.

The streets of Piltover are bright with vendors spread across your vision. On each side, someone is selling an elixir, clothing, mechanical parts, and anything that comes to mind. The first stop is a Hybrid Collar vendor, and the smell of leather and metal swaffs your scent, as Sevika pulls to the front. 

A young bull hybrid greets you both, “Good morning, what can I do for you today?”

Sevika looks down at you and points her head to the hybrid. Go on. “We are looking for a companion collar…one with a dog bone on the front, so we can engrave something.”

The bull hybrid grins at your request, “A good choice. Give me a second.” When he disappears, you latch onto Sevika, nosing at her skin. 

“Pick an engraving, like the one I mentioned.” You tell her, “Come on. You’re my handler.”

“Sevika’s companion.” She responds with a hum, “How’s that?”

You nod at her words. “I like it.”

The bull hybrid brings back a leather collar with buckles and a silver dog bone. “What will the engraving be?” He nods at your request, and when he comes back, the words, ‘Sevika’s Companion’ gleam in the light. Sevika is the one who claps the buckles on the collar, and the weight sits comfortably on your neck, the metal warming up your cold skin. 

You show your neck to Sevika, nearly modeling the collar for her, and there’s a proud smile on her face as she runs her fingertips on the material, one finger curling around the metal and pulling you to her. “Very pretty…a leash would look even better.” 

You whine at her words, tail swinging from side to side, “So mean, don’t tease me in public.”

Sevika spoils you rotten. Anytime your eyes fall on a dress, some object, or anything, she’s quick to pull you into the vendor and buy despite your protest. Each piece of clothing, you model it for her, and her eyes follow your fluffy tail seeping from under the short dresses.

 Even if the dress was too short, or if the price made your pops widen, she was quick to tighten her hold on it and buy it. By the time the sun was making sweat pour down your hair into your back, Sevika’s arms were filled with bags, and you were grinning from cheek to cheek. Despite the weight on her arms, she smelled of happiness and burnt caramel, eyes trained on the collar around your neck. 

“I want you to cook… I don’t want to go to eat outside.” Sevika nods, and when you arrive home, she’s quick to put the bags down. And you stare at them, and then at your room. “I want to sleep in your room, from now on.” 

“I’ll take the dresser into my room then. We can store stuff in that room then, or turn it into an office.” She calls from the kitchen, and you take the bags and place them in your room, nosing at the blankets that smell of you and Sevika’s woody scent. 

Sevika is quick to fix your things in her room, setting up your little lights along the wall, making space for your clothing. She arranges the room, based on your liking, until you’re satisfied, tail wagging with excitement. It’s during the night that she finally sits down, and as you’re about to sit next to her, she pats her foot on the floor. 

The back of your frilly dress shakes with the movement of your tail, and you’re nearly running to Sevika. When your knees hit the marble floor, her head tilts, a predatory grin on her face. “Want a treat?” She purs, as the sound of her zipper rings in the air. 

Oh god. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of the curls peeking from Sevika’s black panties. A line of hair runs from her belly button to her pelvis, and you’re nodding. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

Sevika lets go of the zipper, and she maneuvers your hand to her jeans, hauling herself up to pull them until they’re down, hitting her ankles. You can smell her arousal, and it makes you dizzy. The AC hums in rhythm, almost matching the rapid pace of your heartbeat, and you drown out every sound in the vicinity. 

The second Sevika’s hands fall to her sides, your face presses into her mound, a needy whine curling from your throat, making her spine vibrate. “Sev…” you whimper against her soaked panties, tongue darting to taste the wet cotton panties, licking a wet strike across her pussy. She hums above you, and you’re soon drooling on her, giving her cunt kitten licks until the panties are pressed against her fat clit. 

Your mouth tries to wrap around the nerve, and when you suck, Sevika moans, soft and rough, hand coming to your head, pushing you into her cunt. The scent of musk, sweat, and something woody makes you dizzy, cunt salivating as you drunkenly try to suck Sevika’s clit through her panties. 

When you pull away, there’s an ache in your kneecaps that fizzes as soon as you’re trying to sloppily push down Sevika’s underwear. “Take it off…off, pleaseplease. Sev…need it.” Each word sounds slurred and nearly punched out, inhaling sharply.

“Slow down, pup,” Sevika husks softly, “Or else, I’ll have to tie your hands.”

You pout at her, fingertips shaking as you finally pull her panties down, watching her cunt stick to her panties, slick connecting them. The panties barely make it past the kneecaps before you’re stuffing your face into her, sloppily sucking on her clit, panting into her, hips flexing into the hair. 

Sevika rides your wet tongue, thighs softly twitching on your side, nose pressed into her thick curls, until your eyes are rolling back. She pushes you back from her pussy, and you’re panting, tongue out, slick and spit covering it, whining and whimpering into the air. “More…more.”

“Stick your tongue out, baby.” Sevika drawls, catching your wet tongue before stuffing her thumb inside your mouth. She forces her thumb until you’re sucking on it, tongue rolling around the flesh, brain going dumb with each passing second. “That’s my good pet. Make your handler cum, go on…use your tongue, baby.”

Spit dribbles down your chin, and you’re back in between Sevika’s thighs, lapping at her clit, and sucking on the nerve, moaning at the sweet taste of her. Her back arches off the couch, nearly suffocating you as she closes her thighs on your head. Your body goes lax, and she’s riding your face, using your tongue for her own pleasure. “God should keep you tied, tongue out. So fucking good.”

A choked moan rings in your ear, and your hips jolt into the air, pussy dripping into your panties. Her rough voice bounces in your ear, and across the walls, as you suck on her puffy clit, face soaked from her pussy, and spit. You kneel there, letting her use you, drowning you in her scent until she bucks into your mouth, a loud moan, falling from Sevika’s lip with a high-pitched curse. “Fuckkk.” 

When Sevika pushes your face from her pussy, you dizzily stare at her through lidded eyes, thighs twitching, as slick soaks Sevika’s inner thigh. Her chest moves up and down, a lazy smile on her face. “Sevika…” You mewl to her, pawing at her naked knee. 

“Oh, baby, come here. You want to feel good too?” She coes, sweetly, hauling you to your feet, and you wobble for a second, before she’s pushing down your panties, and sliding you to her lap. The soft feeling of her skin sliding against your sopping pussy makes you preen, face latching onto hers. 

Your tongue prods her mouth, forcing her to taste herself; sucking on her tongue until you can feel her molars. Sevika tastes of smoke and mint as she licks every crevice of your mouth, sucking the air out of your lungs. 

Her hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you there until a hand slaps comes down to your ass, cracking the air. You squeak into her mouth, pushing away to breathe into her lips. “‘m doing good, sev? Want to be good for you.” 

She hums, moving your hips until you’re rutting into her strong thigh, clit gliding down her skin. Your flesh aches, heat curling across your bones while you’re breathing into her lips. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, all pretty and needy. A pet just to please me.”

You nuzzle into her neck, each whimper muffled as you rock your hips upward into her until Sevika’s hand slips to the base of your tail, and she pulls. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, a high-pitched mewl crashing from your throat, vibrating in her neck, and your cunt leaks and tightens against nothing. 

“Must like it.” Sevika murmurs, pulling your tail again, as you rock harder into her leg, each pull against your nerves, turning you into a dumb mess. Drool lands on Sevika’s shoulders, and she’s pushing you into her thigh, turning your face with one hand. Your eyes are lidded, nearly crossing, eyes with tiny tears clattering your waterline. “Tell your handler how good it feels.”

You whimper, eyebrows knitted, slick coating your thighs, until even your own thighs are covered by your arousal. The friction is delicious, spreading across your body until you can feel it in your scalp. Each drag of your clit on her thigh sends heat across your belly, and your muscles tighten for a second. 

The same feeling as before crashes your system–the impending feeling of needing to pee. “Good…go–good, so so good. ‘m good for…for my owner…for sev. A good mutt.” You babble incoherently, trying to push your brain into working, tail twitching in Sevika’s hand. “Belong to…you.”

And Sevika drowns in your needy babbles, leaning in, nearly growling in your mouth as she licks into your mouth, running her tongue over your teeth, brushing the sharp canines. Your tail tries to wag in her hold, the end nerve twitching, but she doesn’t pull, just holds it, enjoying the way you clamp up. 

“Mhmm, belongs to me…takes such good care of me,” Sevika praises, against your lips, pulling back to press a kiss on your cheek, holding your chin. “Made for me.”

When her hand drops from your face, your cunt spasms at her word, weak uhhhuh’s falling out of your lips. A sharp heat crackles down your spine, and you give Sevika a high-pitched dry sob before coming on her thighs, face pushing into her neck, sharp teeth gracing her sensitive skin. You twitch in her hand, melting as the pleasure seeps through your body, turning you warm and pliant, unable to move or do anything. 

Sweat makes your dress stick to your skin, and Sevika’s hand pats your back, uttering soft praises on how her puppy does so well for her, and uses her tongue so fucking good, and deserves another treat. “Who’s a good puppy?” She murmurs in your ear, nails raking your back. 

You wiggle in her grasp, eyes heavy with sleep. “Me…good puppy.”

The morning after is the same as always. Nothing changes besides the fact that you now wake up in Sevika’s arms, surrounded by her natural scent. But you still get up for her to brush your teeth and inspect your canines. Then you lie on her lap, purring until it’s time for her to leave, and now, before the door clicks, she presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips and scratches behind your ear, calling you her best pup. 

Jinx is over when you begin to miss Sevika. Her mouth had been pressed into a wide grin, noting the changes in your demeanor, and how Sevika’s room was now filled with your things. “You should thank me…I made this happen.”

And she’s on the phone when you suggest her helping you cook something for Sevika, so you bring her lunch. Well… technically, you bribe her into helping you make food, in which she calls over Ekko, who ends up doing the cooking. 

By the time the food is done, you’re dressed in one of the short, lilac dresses Sevika bought you, which she likes with long, white knitted socks reaching just under your knee cap, and a white buckle boot that leaves inches of the socks peeking out. Your tail swings under the dress, and you give Jink a twirl. “You think she’ll bend me over the desk?”

The girl face palms herself, a blush creeping to her cheeks. “Please…enough.”

You stick your tongue out at her, and you all leave the apartment, them taking their own way, while you walk to her office. You try to follow her scent, asking people for her by name, though some of them give you an odd eye. It takes almost an hour for you to reach her office, knuckles rasping over the door finally. “Come in.”

You suck in breath, opening the door, and walking in. She doesn’t look for a long time, “I told you that the construction papers are d–” Sevika pauses, seeing your face. It takes a minute before the shock disappears, and she rakes her eyes over your dress, watching the way your ears twitch. “How did you…find the office? Did you walk all the way here?”

She gets up from the desk, and you nod, showing her the lunch containers. “I brought lunch.” And presses a soft kiss on your cheek, softly scratching the back of your ear, and you purr into her hand. “Do you like it? Jinx and Ekko helped me cook.” You can feel the nerve of your tail wagging rapidly. 

“Taking such good care of your owner…that deserves a reward, don’t you think?” And the words fall softly, though she walks around you like a hawk, placing the container on her table, beside the stacks of paper, “C’mere.”

You barely notice her tone of voice, though it drips with purpose, purred softly. But you stand on the spot next to her chair, smiling at her with excitement until her hands lift the back of your dress. “Sev…” You squeak.

“Hands on the table, puppy. ”

You obey her words, placing your palms flat on the table, sticking your butt out.

“Tsk. You’ve been so good for…and yet. Who permitted you to leave the house? Do you know how sick I would’ve been if you had gotten lost?” Her hand slaps down on your ass, making you jump with a gasp. The sting curls against your spine, making your knees buckle. 

Her hands come down two more times, echoing in the office, and she only hums when you’re saying sorry. “‘m sorry…please. Should’ve ask–asked. I won’t do it again…it hurts.” 

Sevika pulls the base of your tail, making you jolt into the air, body pushing forward, involuntarily sticking your ass out, making her chuckle. You look back at her, and she’s staring at you, hands quickly pulling your tail again, caressing the base of it, until your hips are bucking, nearly humping the air. “Sevika. Pleaseplease…sensitive. Someone wi–will walk in.”

“Will they?” You can hear the smile on her face. “How about this? Since I can’t trust you to walk back on your own, I will do my duty as your handler and keep you here. Under my desk.” Lewd suggestion drips in her voice, husked out, low and gravely. “To make sure you’re safe, and then we will go home. How’s that puppy?”

You hiccup into the air, nodding at her words. And her calloused hands softly knead your ass, making the sharp residue of pain fizz into pleasure. It stings, but the sensation of her hand makes your cunt drip. It almost feels like she has your cunt trained to pulse and leak when she touches you. “I’ll be good…promise.”

“I know,” She coes, helping you turn. And she pauses before lifting the front of your dress, smirking when your hands rapidly cover the front of your panties, thigh twitching. “Something wrong, pup?”

You rapidly shake your head, and she laughs at you while your body burns. It’s condensed and mean, but there’s a sense of adoration that comes with it, that makes you whine at her. “Down.”

Under her desk, you lie your head on her lap, and every time Sevika talks to you, as if you NEED her to monitor your movements to make sure that you’re safe, your body becomes dizzy. Papers rustle on her table, and the minutes slowly leak into hours, before she even acknowledges you, though you can feel when she’d pat your head. Soft purrs fall from your throat, nearly making her body vibrate. 

You fall asleep between her legs. Only moving when someone would walk in to give her a set of files or to discuss something. “How’s it, puppy? Hungry? Thirsty?”

You pause before answering, “I’m okay. Can I touch you?”

Her head tilts. “You are touching me.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks. “Want to use my mouth on you.”

“At home, puppy. Keep still, and I’ll let you drool on my cunt.” You whimper at her feet, head nodding until she’s smiling and patting your head. When Sevika is finally done, your knees feel wobbly and sore. She holds you steady in one hand and the empty lunch container in the other, while you purr into her shoulder. 

And instead of going straight home, she takes you for your second-favorite treat–steak. 

When you finally arrive home, the sky is orange and gleaming. There’s a soft smell of burnt oranges and fabric softener around the apartment. “Shower. So I can check your ear.” 

You pout at Sevika. “Why can’t we shower together?”

“I’m not sure I can trust you.” And she’s steering you to the bedroom, pushing you down on the bed as her hands curl to your boots, sliding them off your foot, and then your white socks. Her hands steer to your dress while you whine at her. How can she not trust you? 

“You can. I promise I won’t try anything.” You retort, “Are you saying this because I humped you once? ONCE. I thought you were my pillow.”

Sevika scoffs, throwing your dress into the hamper, “Yeah, then when you realised I wasn’t your pillow. You kept going. Now what does that tell me?”

Despite her words, Sevika gets in the shower with you, and you really try to do anything besides convincing her to let you spread soap across her body. Your fingertips trailed each crevice, touching the tiny wounds on her back and her shoulder, then cupping her breasts while she stared at you with a bored look. But she lets you, all while you try not to giggle. 

When you’re finished, she tries you, making sure your tail is dry and your floppy ears are cleaned. Sevika inspects them like it’s her job, holding you while she looks through the canals, and even when she’s done, she keeps you on her lap. Her metal hand holds onto your waist, as her hand caresses your thigh.

 “You did really well for me today, pet. Brought me food, showered, healthy ears, and you kept your hands to yourself.” She muses, hand traveling to your breasts until her thumb is swiping across your pebbled peaks. You’re nearly naked on her lap, save for the lacy baby blue panties. 

A loud whine falls from your lips, floppy ears twitching as your tail swishes, thumping the bed with a force that makes it vibrate. “Don’t tease, Sev…touch me, please.”

“You like being my pretty puppy, don’t you?” And she pinches your nipples, holding your back when you try to shrink away, blinking back tears from how sensitive everything feels. You whimper as moisture gathers at your waterline. “Shhh, it’s okay…going to take care of you, like I always do. ‘m going to keep you. ”

Sevika rotates between your breasts, pinching and pulling until you’re soaking on her lap, and your nipples are puffy and swollen. You’re softly shaking in her hand, moaning and whining as your cunt pulses, and Sevika pushes you down on her bed, crawling between your thighs. 

She crashes your lips into a heated kiss, hands traveling to your soft belly, and she drinks in each soft whine you give her, licking into your mouth and biting your lower lip. It feels her with pride as you tremble in her bed, fingers sliding down to your inner thigh, messaging the soft flesh before pulling away and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. 

When Sevika pulls away, you’re shaking, hands balled into fists, with your wrists slouched, and you really look like a puppy from below her. Sevika’s metal hand slipped to your throat, curling at the shiny bone name tag. You feel raw and exposed, like she will pull you apart at any second. “Sev…won’t you make your mutt feel good?” 

Her hand falls from the bone tag, and she pulls away, slipping down to plant a kiss on your panties, right on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed, thighs falling open as Sevika licks the cotton fabric, sending tiny vibrations across your spine with each groan she gives you. It’s blinding, almost too much, and yet not enough. 

Her tongue caresses the soaked cotton, sucking your swollen clit until you’re softly kicking, hips jolting into her face. Your cunt soaks her face, until she’s pulling down your wet panties, watching a small patch of hair cover your mound. Slick pours out of your cunt, and she’s back down, tongue parting your folds, making your body burn. 

When she finally licks your clit, your muscles tighten, “Again…do it again,” You whine to Sevika, flexing your hip, trying to chase some relief, and she laps at the swollen bud over and over again, until your belly swoops and burns too hot. 

Your spine tingles deliciously, the feeling taking over your brain, making you babble and drool. Each tiny sound that comes out sounds like mush and a mess of words. You feel her tongue sliding down, and she licks a broad stripe from your sopping hole up to your clit, until she’s back down using her nose to bump into your clit. 

“So fucking good,” She murmurs into your cunt, pushing her tongue inside until your pussy clamps down on her. The movement makes your back lift from the bed, tiny tears sliding down your cheek, each gasp pulled from your lungs echoes into the air, high-pitched and needy.

 A small pressure crosses your belly, gripping your flesh until you’re shuddering. And Sevika continues to fuck into your cunt, tongue stuffing you, before licking back up to your clit and assaulting the swollen bud. 

The odd feeling of needing to pee curls against your spine, “‘m going to…sev–”

Your release is ripped from your body, eyes crossed as your pussy throbs, and your nerves drip with fire. Each second of the pleasure has your hips bucking into Sevika’s face, until it passes, and your hands are on her hair, meekly trying to push her away. Sevika comes up with a wet face and a grin. “Some’ wrong, puppy?”

You sniffle, shaking your head, “Feels really good.”

“Does it?” She purs, and she curls her right leg across yours, twisting your body to the side, and lifting one leg to her shoulder. “Give me one more, baby. Will you?”

And she moves her hips, before you can answer, sliding her pussy against yours, until slick and spit covers your thighs and a filthy, wet squelch echoes. Sevika fucks into you with vigor, setting a desperate pace. Your thighs twitch, despite pleas pulsing across the room, as you get dizzier with each second. 

Sevika’s nails dig into your skin, moaning, sounding drunk off the pleasure and the sight of your tail swishing with each push of her thrust. The room sounds utterly filthy, the slapping of his skin, and the wet sound of Sevika’s pussy pushing into yours, intensifies the pleasure, making the knots in your belly tighter. 

“Fuckk right there…so fucking good,” Sevika snarls, hungrily, snapping her hips until her calves begin to burn, and sweat builds at her temples. 

“Ear…pul–pull them–please,” You mewl out, fingers twisting your own nipples, and sevika’s hand darts to your fluffy ears, pulling them until the nerves make your spine tingle, and your belly snap. You hiccup softly, thighs shakin, vision nearly whitening at the pleasure. 

Sevika pulls your ear again, making you cry, tail twitching wildly, “What a bad mutt… coming before your owner.”

“Sorry…’m sorry, please–”

“Bark for me, baby, and I’ll forgive you.” She croons with a cruel laugh, and you bark for her, body falling into a dizzy state as she continues to buck into you. Pain swells in your spine. Sevika bucks one more time before she’s pushing down with force, eyes fluttering closed.

Her back arches, and she milks her own orgasm using your clit to get off, until warmth rolls away from her body, and she’s falling next to you, pressing her nose into your sweaty neck. You softly whimper, still feeling your cunt pulse and throb, though you nuzzle into her body. “You’re so…mean for making me bark.”

“Sorry, baby. Always wanted to hear you bark.” The grin on her face makes her glow, like some forsaken angel. The weight of the collar on your neck makes you feel soft and giddy, skin prickling with heat. Sevika’s face turns, and she stares at you with lidded eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“What am I?”

Her eyebrows furrow, neck muscle twitching, “What do you mean?”

“Am I only your therapy hybrid…or?” Your words come out too soft, like you're trying not to cry. “Will you break the contract after the one year is up?”

The room stills for a second, and she turns her head, “There is no contract. You’re not going back to that Therapy Hybrid place, and as for what you are…my companion, my girlfriend, my hybrid. Whatever you’d like to be…doesn’t matter, you belong to me, anyway.”

a/n: will be working on my other request now :P, though I am a little slow since I'm trying not to burn myself out lol !! It's summer, though, so this is my hobby now, lol !!!

[sadiesdoll]

GRIND ‘TIL YOU CRY.

contains: sevika x virgin!reader, strap-on usage, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, clit play, finger sucking, cum play, praise kink, gentle dom!sevika, cockdrunk!reader, neck biting (no blood), light spanking, orgasm denial, aftercare

enjoy ♡

You were already straddling her hips when the nerves hit you.

Your palms rested lightly on Sevika's chest, her warm brown skin flushed gold in the lamp glow, the sheets under your knees soft and rumpled. 

You were naked—completely naked—for the first time in front of her, and the only thing separating you from her strap was your own hesitation.

"Hey." Her voice was rough, quiet, but steady. One hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing lazy circles just under your ribs. "You okay?"

You nodded quickly—too quickly. "Yeah. I just... I don't usually—uh, I mean, I've never-" You laughed breathlessly, embarrassed.

"I've only ever touched myself."

Sevika sat up a little, her good arm sliding around your back to support you. Her face softened.

"You wanna stop?"

"No." Your voice cracked. "I want this. I want you. I'm just... I don't know what I'm doing."

A beat. Then her lips curled into the tiniest, cockiest smirk. "Don't worry, baby. I do."

You bit your lip as heat shot between your thighs. That voice alone could ruin you.

She leaned forward, kissing your collarbone—slow, open-mouthed, warm. Her tongue flicked against your skin. 

"We'll go slow. I'm not gonna rush you. You just move how you need to. I'll be right here."

You nodded again, this time slower, more sure. Her strap pressed up under you—thick, firm, intimidating—but god, you were wet. Soaked, actually. You could feel it dripping down your thighs already.

Sevika noticed. She always noticed.

"You're so fuckin' wet, sweetheart," she murmured, sliding her hand between your legs to guide the strap. "All that from just thinking about it, huh?"

You whimpered, barely able to meet her eyes. Her gaze pinned you down anyway.

"You been touching yourself to this? Wishing it was me?"

You nodded. "Y-Yeah. So many times."

She groaned low. "Fuck. You’re adorable."

You braced your hands on her shoulders and finally—finally—started to lower yourself down. The head of the strap nudged your entrance, and you gasped, thighs trembling.

"Easy, sweetheart. Just a little at a time." She kissed your neck, sucking gently—just enough to leave a mark. "You're so tight, baby. Feels like your pussy's never letting go."

You shuddered as you sank down, inch by inch, breathing hard. It was so much. So full.

Not painful, just overwhelming. Sevika's hands gripped your waist to steady you, grounding you with every low, patient whisper.

When you bottomed out, your nails dug into her shoulders. You were panting.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," you whimpered. "It's so—mmngh—“

“None of that whimpering. Say it. Use your words, princess.”

“It’s so—full, Sev.”

"I know, baby. You're doing so good. Look at you."

You started to move. Slowly. Rocking your hips in tiny circles, easing yourself into the stretch. The friction lit something up inside you—something deeper than your fingers ever reached.

And then, without warning, your hips jerked forward a little too fast. You gasped. It hit just right. Right on that aching, swollen spot inside you.

"Oh my god—" you moaned.

Sevika chuckled darkly. "There she is."

You started moving again. A little faster. A little rougher. The way it rubbed against your clit every time you sank down made your whole body twitch.

It felt too good. Too much. You'd been so pent up, so desperate for something more than your own hands—and now you had it.

Her. This. 

The drag of her strap inside you, the warmth of her skin, her voice in your ear saying, "Fuck, look at you, baby. You're addicted already."

You were. It showed.

You were a mess—whining, grinding, moaning into her mouth. You grabbed her hand, sucked her fingers into your mouth without thinking. 

Sevika froze for a second, then let out the filthiest growl.

"God damn, you're really gone, huh?"

You drooled a little on her fingers. Couldn't help it.

She tilted her head, watching your blissed-out face with a lazy, hungry grin.

"Sweetheart... you're drooling."

You looked down, dazed, saliva slipping past your lip while your hips kept moving. You whimpered around her fingers.

"Fucking adorable," she muttered. "You're cockdrunk already, and I haven't even fucked you yet."

She kissed you hard, biting your bottom lip.

You moaned louder, needy and mindless now. You felt her reach between your legs again, rubbing slow circles on your clit while you kept grinding—grinding like your life depended on it.

"Don't cum yet," she warned. "Not yet. I wanna see you lose it first."

And you would. You were. A drooling, clenching, wet fucking mess—and Sevika wasn't done with you yet.

You didn't even realize how loud you were until Sevika growled, "You hear yourself, baby?"

Your hips were moving faster now, grinding down on her strap like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your soaked pussy squelched with every roll of your hips, and your breathy moans came out high and broken and endless.

"I—fuck—I can't stop," you whimpered.

Sevika's fingers moved back to your clit—slow, torturously slow—and circled it while you ground down.

"You're so fucking sensitive." Her voice was wrecked, almost shaky. "Didn't know it'd feel this good, hm?"

You shook your head frantically. "No-I mean yes—I mean I can't—please-"

And then she spanked you.

It wasn't hard—just a quick, firm slap to your ass. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you jerk and moan and clench so tight around her strap that she had to bite back a groan.

"Yeah?" she rasped. "You like that, sweetheart?"

You nodded so fast it made your head spin.

"Yes—Sevika—I like everything—please, please-"

She hissed through her teeth. Her hand stayed on your ass, squeezing tight, grounding you. Her fingers never stopped circling your clit—slick and slow, not giving you enough, teasing you right to the edge.

Your thighs were trembling. Your belly was tight. Your breath was all over the place.

"I'm close," you whimpered. "I'm—I'm gonna—“

But Sevika stopped.

You sobbed.

"Shh." Her voice was low, gentle, but firm.

"Not yet. Not like this."

You blinked, dazed, drool still clinging to your lip. "Wha...?"

"I want your first time cumming on my strap to be perfect, baby," she murmured. "I want you to remember it. I want it to stay on your mind forever. So not yet. Not until I really give it to you."

Your pussy clenched again. Your whole body shook.

Sevika looked up at you—and something changed in her expression.

You were dazed, panting, spit-slick around the mouth, grinding down like you were in a trance. You were a fucking vision.

And the second she saw the way your lip quivered when she took her fingers off your clit, something snapped.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she growled.

She surged up and bit your neck.

"Ah—!" you gasped, the cutest, neediest little cry slipping out as your body arched.

"S-Sevika—!"

She didn't draw blood. Just sank her teeth in enough to make you feel it. Enough to make you moan and cling to her harder.

Her hands gripped your ass like she was holding herself back from flipping you over and fucking you into next week.

"You feel too good," she whined against your throat. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy, baby—You're so perfect."

You whimpered, grinding harder, your pussy slick and messy against her strap.

She kissed the spot she'd bitten—then her tongue soothed it, slow and loving.

"Still with me?" she whispered.

You nodded, tears in your eyes now.

"Mhm..."

"Good girl." She cupped your face with her good hand. "Just keep going. Ride it slow. I'll get you there. But I want you cockdrunk and shaking by the time I let you cum."

You moaned helplessly.

Her fingers slid down again, teasing your clit while you moved.

"I love how sweet you sound when you get desperate," she muttered. "You sound like you need it so bad."

"I do," you cried. "I need it so bad—please—please—“

"You drooled all over my hand," she teased.

"What, baby? My cock too good?"

You nodded, crying and grinding. "Too good. So good. I can't—I can't think—“

"You don't need to think, sweetheart." Her voice dropped low. "Just fuck yourself dumb on my strap. I'll take care of you."

You were gone.

Absolutely out of your mind—drooling, whimpering, and still rocking your hips like Sevika's strap was the only thing keeping your body alive.

Your thighs were trembling. Your hands clung to her shoulders, nails leaving faint little crescent marks in her skin. And your mouth—god, your mouth was open and leaking spit, little strings of it slipping down your chin while you babbled incoherent little moans.

"Look at you," Sevika murmured, brushing her fingers over your tear-damp cheeks.

"You're drooling and cryin' on my cock, honey."

You whimpered, a fresh wave of tears prickling your eyes, even as you kept grinding.

"Is it that good?" she asked, smiling crookedly. "So good it's makin' you cry?"

You nodded so fast it made you dizzy. "Y-Yes—I c-can't—I wanna cum—p-please-"

Your voice cracked on the last word, and the second it did, you sobbed.

Your face crumpled. Your whole body jerked like you couldn't take it anymore. And Sevika immediately pulled you down into her chest, shushing you as she cupped your pussy with her palm—warm, strong, steady.

"Hey, hey. I got you," she cooed. "You're okay. Just feelin' too much, huh?"

You nodded, sniffling. "I need it—need it s'bad..."

"Yeah, I know you do." Her thumb circled your clit so slow you almost cried harder.

"You've been so good, baby. So fuckin' perfect. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise."

"Please," you whispered, tears dripping from your chin. "I wanna cum—I need to— please, Sevika-"

And then she fucked up into you.

Her hips lifted. Her grip on your ass tightened. And her strap slammed into the deepest, most perfect spot while her fingers rubbed your clit in the exact rhythm you needed.

Your mouth fell open.

You made a choked, broken little noise.

And then—you screamed.

Your orgasm ripped through you so hard it hurt. Your body locked up, your thighs shook, your pussy gushed so much it splashed against Sevika's lap, and you collapsed forward, shaking, sobbing, whining her name over and over like a prayer.

Sevika caught every second.

"Fuuuuck," she groaned, watching you ride it out. "That's it, baby. That's how I wanted it. Just like that. Scream for me. Fuckin' soak me."

You sobbed harder, body twitching, your voice all high and shattered and full of relief.

"Y'feel that?" she murmured. "That's what a real orgasm feels like, sweetheart."

You could barely breathe. Barely think. You were slumped over her chest, drooling, twitching, tears still running down your face.

And Sevika was so sweet with you after. 

Her hand never left your pussy—just soft, gentle strokes, too slow to overstimulate. Her other hand brushed your hair, kissed your temple, held your shaking hips down when you whimpered again.

She looked down at your soaked thighs and smirked.

"Goddamn," she muttered. "You made a mess, baby."

You giggled.

And then she dragged her fingers up your slit, scooped the dripping slick from your folds, and showed it to you.

"See that?" she said softly. "That's what it looks like when I fuck you right."

You stared, eyes glazed, lips parted—and when she brought her fingers to your mouth, you didn't even hesitate.

You sucked them in with a needy little whimper.

Sevika's jaw flexed.

"Yeah," she whispered. "That’s it, sweetheart."

You were still trembling when Sevika pulled the strap out.

You whimpered, your body jolting with the aftershocks, and Sevika shushed you instantly, one arm curling tight around your waist to keep you grounded.

"Shhh, I got you, baby. It's okay. I'm right here."

Your head lolled against her shoulder. You were spent. Crying, shaking, drooling a little—and completely boneless in her arms.

And Sevika? She looked at you like she was in awe.

"You did so good," she whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "So fuckin' good. You were perfect, sweetheart."

You let out a soft little whimper, still not fully back yet, and Sevika cradled the back of your head like you were something precious.

"Hey," she said gently. "Can I clean you up, pretty girl?"

You nodded weakly, and she was already moving—careful, slow, so fucking tender it made your chest ache.

She laid you back on the pillows with her arm still around you, pressed one more kiss to your jaw, and then grabbed a warm, damp towel from the drawer.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't mechanical. She cleaned you softly—like she was scared to hurt you. Every wipe was followed by a kiss. Every wince got a murmured "I'm sorry, baby." And when she finally pressed the towel between your thighs, she paused and whispered:

"You okay?"

You nodded, tears still on your cheeks.

"Mhm... just tired."

Sevika smiled.

"Yeah? That cock put you to sleep, huh?" she teased, but her voice was full of love.

She finished wiping you down, tossed the towel aside, and came right back to you-pulling you into her arms, wrapping the blanket around you both.

You buried your face in her neck. Your body was sore, aching, still tingling everywhere—but you felt safe. Warm. Loved.

"Did I do okay..?" you mumbled sleepily.

Sevika froze for a second.

Then she pulled you even closer.

"Baby," she murmured, her voice low and steady and soft, "you didn't just do okay.

You were the best thing l've ever touched."

You let out a tiny, broken breath.

She cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the dried tears from under your eyes.

"You're mine now," she whispered. "All mine. No one's ever gonna touch you like that but me."

You blinked, slow and dazed.

“…Okay," you whispered.

Sevika smiled like she'd just won the lottery. 

She kissed your lips. Kissed your forehead.

Kissed every little tear-stained inch of your face before pulling you into her chest again.

And then, as you drifted off to sleep, she murmured—

"Next time, I'm making you cum twice."

thank you so much to @anonymousgirl23456 for this amazing request <3 i hope u like it !!

[venomvalley-deactivated20250612]

NEON CARNIVORES

dom!sevika x fem!reader x pathetic!vi | 5.9k words

SUMMARY: You're Sevika's long-time girlfriend. Vi is Sevika's new roommate. What could possibly go wrong?

TAGS: 18+ only! smut (porn w/ plot, voyeurism, fingering, oral, threesome). angst, addiction, mental health issues, sex as therapy. modern!zaun au. complicated character dynamics.

NOTES: been working on this for so long and i just hope its good. split this into two parts btw so.. look out!!

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

Sevika isn’t too happy about seeing you go, arm wound tight around your waist, grumbling out a throaty protest when you try to wriggle beneath her hold.

You spend every weekend at your girlfriend's new apartment. Twice the size of her last, with an extra bedroom neither of you ever use outside of temporary storage. She’s been weighing the idea of getting a roommate, with the recent hike in rent by her scummy landlord, and you would jump at the opportunity, if not for her insistence that you take things slow.

(You’ve been dating for two years. In Zaunite terms, you might as well be married already.)

Ten minutes later, after wrestling for your freedom from the cage of her bed, you shuffle into the kitchen with a loud yawn. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and a pair of random underwear.

You freeze at the sight of an unknown woman stood at the sink, scrubbing a dish. Pink hair, broad shoulders, intricate tattoos. Dressed similarly to you.

Who the fuck…?

“Uh, hi,” you say, hid half-behind the wall to conceal your state of undress. The woman turns to look at you, and—

(Pot of boiling water, meet frog.

Inevitability is a crazy, crushing thing when combined with your power of extreme denial. One moment, you're sitting in a jacuzzi, and the next, your skin is peeling away from the bone.

A slow, sanguine death.)

“Oh, hey,” she replies, reaching to dry her hands off on a nearby towel. “You're Sevika's girl, right?”

You nod your head and offer up your name, stepping out to stand behind the lip of the counter.

“Name’s Vi. I'm the new roommate.” Ah. Would've been nice if Sevika had warned you beforehand. “I'm just gonna,” a thumb points to the once-spare bedroom, “crawl back in my hole now.”

“Right. Good morning, Vi.”

“Yeah. Morning.”

You return to Sevika’s bedroom with a scowl on your face and a complaint on your tongue, shutting the door a bit harder than you meant to. Her shape beneath the sheets jolts at the sound, head popping up from the pillow.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had a new roommate?”

She blinks, swiping her palm over each eye, jaw dropping to make room for a loud yawn. “Oh, her.”

“Yeah. Her.”

“Relax. Vi stays in her room all day,” spoken mid-stretch, her lone arm reaching for the lip of the headboard.

“That’s not the point. What if I had walked out there naked?”

“Then she’d get one hell of a show.”

You physically deflate, shoulders curling inward, and shuffle over to the bed. Sevika scoots over to give you room, then lifts the sheets in invitation.

“You know I'm joking, right?” she asks, the curve of her nose brushing against your cheek.

“I know… ‘m just embarrassed.”

“Don't be. Vi has three braincells to her name. No chance she even noticed.” Sevika pauses a moment, then gives a lazy shrug of her shoulder. “Probably.”

Thus begins a new era of your relationship: Roommate Woes. Except, Vi isn't the problem here. She keeps to herself, does her chores, pays rent on time via her night shift job (whatever that is). Sevika, on the other hand, never learned subtlety, and coupled with her insatiable libido, you experienced PDA on levels previously unknown to humankind.

But gone are the days of her bending you over the kitchen counter, or fucking you on the couch, or being as loud as she wants—just to spite the cantankerous old lady living next door. While Vi works, Sevika sleeps. Opposite schedules that leave you no room for sexual intimacy. As such, both you and Vi share in this odd stall-state of perceived encroachment. Her, encroaching on your relationship; you, encroaching on her home.

So. In an amiable show, you decide to talk with Sevika about inviting her to your weekly movie night.

The two of you stand in the kitchen mid-discussion, making food to much on as the television plays the movie's menu screen on repeat.

“But why do I have to ask her?”

“Because this was your idea in the first place.” Sevika steps away from the counter with a sigh, hand adorned with a sickly-pink, heart-patterned oven mitt (she swore when you bought it for her that she would never wear it, and now it's the only one she uses). “She won't bite.”

“I think she hates me.” At the crook of her brow, you scoff, voice veering toward whiny. “I’m serious. Every time I come over, she scurries off to her room and I don't see her the rest of the weekend.”

“She does that anyway.”

“It's different, though.”

“… Just knock on the damn door.”

Against your better judgement, you trundle off and away, stopping before the looming pane of wood that separates you from Vi's bedroom.

Really, it's not a big deal. It shouldn't be. But your girlfriend's roommate is a pink-haired enigma, a puzzle stuck in a perpetual state of unsolvable. A disappearing act that, you gotta admit, hurts your ego a bit. You don’t recall saying anything wrong, but maybe, given the circumstances, you should double check that your presence is even wanted. Vi lives here, after all.

So you knock on the door—a few quick raps of your knuckles, just loud enough to grab her attention. You wait for a beat, then another, then another, and just as you turn to leave, the door swings open in a rush of cool air.

Some sort of fan whirs a steady noise from inside her bedroom, the floor strewn with clothes, room dark except for the blue-light halo emanating from her computer. She starts at the sight of you, jolting half a step backward before collecting herself.

“Oh. Sorry, I thought you were—”

“Do you wanna watch a movie with us?” The question comes out in a rush, your synapses a live-wire of anxiety.

Shit. You just want her to like you. Better for all parties involved when you show up every week without fail.

She blinks the kitchen light from her eyes, hand slipping beneath her shirt to scratch at a hip. “What?”

“A movie? Neon Carnivores just came out, and Sevika picked up the DVD after work. It's supposed to be this noir-horror filmed in the Lanes. Thought you might like it.”

“Uh,” a quick shake of her head, “yeah. I'll be there in a minute.”

Then she slams the door in your face.

You shuffle back to the living room, head emptied of all thought. Bewildered. Sevika sits on one end of the couch sans prosthetic, munching on a slice of pizza fresh from the oven. Carefree and oblivious.

“How'd it go?” she asks, bumping her shoulder into yours when you sit down beside her.

“She slammed the door in my face.”

Sevika has the audacity to laugh. To say, “Oh, she's got it bad.”

You land an admonishing smack on her thigh. “Stop, Sev.”

“It's true.” Another bite of her pizza. “You’re all she talks about.”

“What, about how much she hates me?”

“Do you want her to hate you?”

“No.”

“Then shut up.”

Your mouth drops open in half-serious shock, but she continues to eat her stupid slice of pizza and stares at you like she said nothing wrong.

Vi's bedroom door creaks open. A beat of awkward silence passes before she appears in the corner of your eye, weighing her choice of couch or recliner. One glance at Sevika makes up her mind, and Vi takes the cushion beside you. She offers up a tight-lipped smile when you meet her gaze, turning away before you can reciprocate.

The rest of the evening follows a similar pattern: Vi curled up against the armrest while Sevika cuddles you against her side, the movie you chose bathing the room in colors of neon velvet. An indie-arthouse flick hallmarked by practical effects and unusual cinematography.

Sevika spends the last thirty minutes of the movie with her head tucked to her chest, vehemently arguing against the idea of exhaustion every time you wake her up and tell her to go to bed.

When the credits roll, Vi excuses herself, and your girlfriend finally succumbs to your prodding. Kisses you goodnight and shuffles off to bed.

So here you sit, stretched out on the cushions, cold and lonely and mourning the loss of Sevika's weight against you. Some game show continues in the background as you scroll through your phone, leagues away from the exhaustion that usually sends you to bed.

“Hey.”

The sudden greeting jolts you, and you turn around to find Vi stood at the entrance of the small hallway, housing her bedroom on one side and bathroom on the other. Scarred knuckles curled over the wall's edge, almost skittish in her stance.

“Oh. Hey.” You sit up against the armrest, elbow denting the back cushion.

“Where's Sevika?”

“In bed.”

“This early?” A click of her tongue, arm swinging a lazy rhythm as she steps into the living room. “Somebody's getting old.”

The first conversation you've ever had with her, aside from the greetings-in-passing on your way to Sevika's bedroom. But those don't count, right?

“Yeah, I tell her that all the time.”

Then silence. Vi remains awkward behind the couch, glancing around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Your teeth tug at a piece of stubborn skin on your bottom lip. The show drones on, forgotten in the wake of her presence.

“So. How long have you two been together?” she asks, hands finding comfort in the pockets of her sweatpants.

“Two years tomorrow.”

She exhales a sound halfway between a hum and a grunt, brows lifting clear to her hairline. “Shit. Practically married, huh?”

“Something like that.”

Sevika doesn't believe in marriage. A piece of paper solidifying love? Bunch of bullshit, far as she's concerned. And it isn't that you don't agree, but… well. It would be nice to have the option this deep underground. That useless piece of paper is only reserved for pilties.

“She’s happy with you.”

You blink, and she's circling around the couch. “You think so?”

She plops down in Sevika's recliner, one leg thrown over the armrest. (Sevika would kill her if she knew, but you swear yourself to a vow of silence. An olive branch for a budding friendship.)

“Definitely. She helped me out a few years back. Less of an asshole now, with you in the picture.”

So, they know each other. That makes more sense than Sevika inviting some random stranger to live with her. She's made too many enemies to consider such an idea.

“How'd you two meet?”

Her foot jitters back and forth, shaking the armrest. “She knew my old man when they were young, and when he died a few years ago, she kinda… took me under her wing.”

Vi says nothing else, and you don't intend to pry. But you're curious. Who wouldn't be? Sevika stays tight-lipped whenever Vi’s name comes up in conversation, and she’s the only person you know to answer all your burning questions. Aside from the woman herself.

But you're not there yet. Your nosiness will have to wait.

So you smile and say, “Yeah, that sounds like her.”

When she smiles back with a lopsided quirk of her mouth, you think you might be kind-of-halfway friends.

—

A simple text changes everything.

Hey. Turn your tv up.

Sender: Sevika. Recipient: Vi.

A heat-of-the-moment decision from a brain fogged by hormones and the sight of your bare tits in the mirror while changing into pajamas. Post-anniversary date, mid-makeout in her bed, she grabs her phone and sends The Text.

What follows is a marathon of impressive proportions. A box of sex toys, a bottle of lube, and two very insatiable libidos. You expected this after teasing her all night—kissing her neck on the drive to the restaurant, groping her ass during the post-check bathroom break, babbling about your ideas for sex after the two of you make it home.

She fucks you like she's trying to leave a scar in the mattress, maybe carve your body into the wrinkled sheets. Heavy and hot. Angry. Staking her claim. A routine of feeding you her cock until you cry, then soothing the ache with her mouth, then flipping you over and doing it again.

Then, a shadow under the door, shifting its weight. Sevika doesn't notice, too busy lapping at your wet cunt, but you do. Head tipped upside down over the side of the bed, that little patch of inky darkness is all you can look at.

For a moment, you contemplate saying something. You should say something, but you're selfish, and the looming orgasm that numbs you down to the bone steals away every braincell capable of thought.

You know Vi's been listening. Sevika and subtlety mix as well as oil and water. That fucking text. Her shadow lingers under the door like a spilled-ink stain as you whine and whimper through orgasm number three. Even when your world shifts, and Sevika kneels over your prone form, your gaze remains on the shadow beneath the door. A constant, an anchor to the real world.

Strap buried inside your cunt, Sevika flattens herself along the expanse of your back. The soft plush of her lips ghosts over the shell of your ear.

“We have a visitor,” she mutters, and you shudder beneath her. “What do you say? Should we ask her to join?”

The scary part? You actually think about it. Not exactly crossing the line to consideration, but you entertain the idea. The width of Vi's shoulders spreading your thighs, the softness of her mouth against your skin, the layers of her mullet caught in your fist—

Okay. So you consider it.

“Seriously?” you ask, voice a hissing breath of disbelief.

Sevika mouths along your pulse, the cold metal of her prosthetic hand smoothing up your spine. “She's standing outside for a reason.” A sharp bite to the curve of your shoulder, and an inhale catches between your teeth. “That reason isn't me.”

“I—”

Her posture softens, and her voice along with it. “Just think about it, okay?”

Sweet and tender, a facet of Sevika that she reveals only to you—almost comedic given the circumstances. Dangling the idea of a threesome in front of your face, so blasé about the whole thing that you're afraid to take her seriously. No, it's nothing more than dirty talk. Fantasy.

(The disappointment that knots in your gut doesn't actually exist.

Right?)

Things become… weird after that night. Tense as a band waiting to snap. Vi avoids you like you've caught the plague, lurking at the corner of your vision but never daring to approach. No more late-night conversations on the couch, or sharing the burden of dishes, or trading memes back and forth during the week. Like she never even existed at all.

You fucked up. You don't know how, but you did.

Her absence shouldn't bother you so much, but Sevika obviously cares about her to an extent. Why wouldn't you want Vi to like you? And yeah, maybe you enjoy her being around. She's easy to talk to. A comforting presence that reminds you a lot of Sevika.

Given her indefinite absence from your life, you don't expect your phone to blare with her ringtone on a typical Wednesday night (three thirty-two a.m. to be exact) long after you've fallen asleep. You paw at the nightstand for the familiar rectangle of your phone, bleary-eyed and frustrated at the interruption.

At the sound of her voice when you answer the call, you bolt upright in bed.

Slurred and trembling, weak:

“Fuck, it's late, I know, but my boss won't let me walk and I can't call Sevika like this. Can you just—” rustling on the end of the line, a muffled exchange between two voices that you can't quite hear, “I need a ride home.”

Before she can finish her last sentence, you’re throwing a coat on and snatching your keys from the coffee table. “Where are you?”

“Um,” she sniffles, “Apex Eleven. It's this club near the apartment.”

“I'll be there. Wait for me inside.”

She mumbles in agreement then hangs up.

You know that place. Sevika took you there when you first started dating, and though the night started out awkward in that new-romance-learning-curve way, you eventually coaxed her onto the dance floor after a shot or ten. You shared your first kiss in the parking lot outside, right before throwing up all over her pants.

In the heart of the Lanes, the streets awaken at night. Traffic thickens as you near the strip of bars and clubs and brothels, neon signs blinking in rhythmic disorder. Crowds of people stroll down the sidewalk on either side of the street, a jumble of conversation and thumping music intruding on the silence inside your car.

You pull into the club's parking lot then beeline for the front door. One ID check later, and you step inside the club to meet a thick wall of smoke and the smell of sweat-masking body spray. The floor sticks to your shoes as you skirt the outer edge of the dance floor, pinballed between drunken bodies. A party of overstimulation.

Vi sits slumped at the bar, her pink hair a stand-out amongst the sea of clubgoers, undeterred by the lights that cloak her form in multicolor strobes. The tattoos branching up her bare arms ring familiar.

You sidle up beside her, shaking her by the shoulder. “Hey.”

She sits up at the sound of your voice, eyes squinting in confusion, body drawn tight and angular—preparing for a fight.

After a long, breath-stilling moment, she relaxes. “Oh. Hey.”

You nod toward the exit. “Let’s get you home.”

“Whatever. This place sucks anyway.”

Now, the hard part: dragging her to the car. A task she makes no effort to help you with, still sat at the bar, eyes never leaving your face. Low-lidded and darker than you’ve ever seen them.

“What is it?” you ask, shifting back and forth on your feet. The atmosphere of the club renders you drunk by proxy.

“Fuck, you're pretty.” A hand reaches out to touch your face, palm sweatslick against your jaw, fingers ice-cold as they follow the curve of your skull. “Anybody tell you that lately?”

You grab her wrist and step away, a suggestion written in the tug of your hand. “Sevika. Ya know, my girlfriend?”

She slithers out of the chair, balance precarious as her brain struggles to command her feet. One step, then another, until her shoulder collides with yours. You steady her with an arm slung across her back, wincing beneath the drag of her weight as you begin to walk.

None of your Vi-shaped puzzle pieces fit together. No red string to connect all the details. During all your conversations, she kept topics shallow, information casual: likes the color blue, and exercise, and video games; grew up rough; has a sister and a nameless ex. Harmless breadcrumbs to leave behind.

And now there’s a brand new tidbit, filed away under ???????

Fuck, you’re pretty.

She’s far from sober. People say anything when they get a few drinks circulating in their blood, and she passed that threshold a while ago. Mystery solved.

Vi climbs into the passenger seat of your car and curls up against the console. When you buckle her seatbelt, she barely stirs. Something tender and aching rises at the sight of her, impossibly fragile and motionless, just before you close the door.

The drive back to her shared apartment is silent. She adjusts her position every few minutes, grumbling something under her breath—thankfully, still breathing.

Dragging Vi over to elevator is another mountain to climb. She stubs up once she recognizes the run-down shell of her apartment building, slurs something about Sevika and disappointment, and you don't understand the issue. There's no way you could drag her up four flights of stairs to your elevator-less apartment.

“Besides,” you continue, “Sevika's asleep. It'll be alright.”

It takes even more reassurance before Vi finally agrees to walk. You lead her through the small hallway, into the elevator, and up to the third floor.

Before you can find the key in one of Vi's many pockets, the apartment door swings open, and there stands—

“Sev. I didn't think you'd be awake.”

You find no anger in her features, but they contort all the same. Behind her shines the kitchen light, a small halo that cuts through the empty shadows plaguing the small living room.

Her eyes cut to Vi, sharp and piercing. “Women's intuition.”

"How'd you know?” Vi asks, head lowered, unable to meet the gaze of the woman before you.

Already, she stands a bit straighter, weight easing off your shoulder. No doubt sobered up by shock.

Sevika shrugs. Takes a drag of her cigarette. Says nothing, but steps aside to allow you both entry. And once inside, she takes Vi by the arm not slung over your shoulders.

“I got her, honey,” she says, stepping forward in silent request for you to take the cigarette from her mouth.

They disappear into Vi's bedroom. You take a seat on the couch and pass the time by chewing on the filter and watching the paper burn with each lung-filling puff. A fitting end to a night of self-destruction.

A few minutes later, Sevika comes back. Worn down to the bone, wet around the eyes.

“Is she okay?” you ask, scooting over to give her room to sit down.

She collapses beside you, head tipping back against the couch. “I don't know.”

A bad sign. Whatever they talked about, Sevika can't immediately fix, and the worry carves wrinkles into her brow.

Your fingers find the soft thickness of her thigh, comfort stamped in the press of your lips to her shoulder. She's warm, impossibly so. Worked up. Angry, even.

“The deal when she moved in was that she stayed sober.” She scrubs her hand over her face, frustration tangible, thickening up the air that surrounds you. “I told her that job was a bad fucking idea.”

“Is that what you helped her with a few years back?” you ask, voice never daring to rise above a whisper. “Getting sober, I mean.”

“She told you about that?”

“She just said you helped her with a situation.”

A stretch of tense silence, where nothing you say can fix the situation, and Sevika has no interest in wasting the energy on words.

“She wants to talk to you, by the way. You don't have to, but… Vi's a good person, she's just…”

“Been through a lot.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

You're not angry. Worried, yes, but angry? Your Vi-shaped puzzle sharpens into view: a bad childhood, a sister she either doesn't talk to, an ex she refuses to name, a struggle with addiction. One awful event after another, woven into bone and muscle and joint and tendon. Staining everything she touches.

(Really, you don’t know why you care so much.)

When you open the door to Vi's bedroom, she’s laying in bed, tucked beneath the sheets. Staring up at the ceiling, she wipes her face on her shirt.

“Feel like company?” you ask, offering up a smile when she cranes her head to look at you.

The room lay dark, her form a deep splotch of shadow against the wall as she sits up. “Yeah.”

You sit down on the edge of the bed and wait for her to speak.

“I just wanna say that I'm sorry for tonight. I know I should've called Sevika but I was terrified that she would,” she shakes her head, “kick me out.”

“She wouldn't.”

“Well, I know that now, but… sorry for being trouble.”

You shrug. “Better you call me than something bad happen.”

She snorts, pillows creaking beneath her weight. “The worst already has.”

Your jaw aches from the force you exert to keep it shut. Curiosity rears its ugly head once again, but now isn't the time for indulgence.

“You can ask. If anybody deserves to know, it's you.”

“When Sevika helped you a few years ago, what was that about?”

“Oh, that? Funny story, actually.” A sharp sniff. “I was living on the streets at the time, going to bars and clubs every night, fighting for money. Literally, by the way. And one night, this woman walks up to me and says she knew my dad, Vander, before he died.

At that point, I’m ready to knock her out and go back to drinking, but she starts giving me details about his old life that nobody would know. So we go back to her apartment and she’s an asshole about the whole thing, but she helps me get my life straightened out.”

“And after that?”

“I move out on my own. Things are good for a while, but… life always catches up with you, I guess. I start thinking about Vander and my sister and—and Cait, and I start to spiral again. Go back to my old ways.”

Cait. A name for the unforgettable.

“It’s easy, isn’t it?”

The shadow moves, and you think Vi nods her head. “Yeah, it is.”

In a stroke of courage, you move from the end of the bed to its head, and after a bit of searching, you find Vi’s shape beneath the sheets. You lean into her, throwing your arms over her shoulders in an awkward hug. The smell of vodka leaks from her pores, skin sweatslick and sticky, and you can only hope that this brings her comfort.

“You’ll be okay. Maybe not for a while, but horrible things don’t last forever.”

Her hands press against your back, following the curve of your spine. “I’ll take your word for it.”

—

Vi loses herself for a while. She regresses back to some younger, weaker version of herself; back when everything was too much and too big and too scary. She quits her job at the club and starts sharing Sevika's bed at night. Another presence to drive out the demons that plague her.

It happens in the dark.

You're trapped between two very warm, very clingy bodies after a long conversation about boundaries and adaptation and how Vi fits into your life. Sevika tells you that you don't have to stay, that she isn't your responsibility, but you aren't gonna just leave her like this.

(You don't know why you care so much.)

“Can I kiss you?” Vi asks, whispered against the shell of your throat.

The world stops turning. She leans back and rests her head on the pillow, bright eyes wide, bottom lip sucked between her teeth.

Sevika lay right behind you, fitting perfectly against the curve of your spine, arm slung over your waist. That arm tightens, tugging you impossibly closer.

“It's okay,” she says.

Her hips grind against your ass, soft enough that you almost believe it an accident. Soft enough to jump-start the pulse between your legs.

You can't come back from this. Once your lips meet, it's done.

Does Sevika really not mind? Watching you kiss her… whatever Vi is? Friend, responsibility, something inbetween?

Fuck it.

You meet Vi's gaze and nod your head, and her smile flickers beneath the light of the television. As she leans in, her nose brushes yours, and Sevika's buries her face in your shoulder.

Vi kisses you like she loves you, all passionate and needy. Like you mean something to her, for all the ups and downs of your short relationship and her isolating tendencies.

Before Sevika, you never experienced love as a universal truth, giving or reciprocal. No butterflies, or fuzzy feelings, or giddiness at the sight of a lover. But when Vi kisses you, it feels… right. Comfortable. She licks into your mouth and she's warm and soft and impossibly sweet. Tender and careful and savoring.

She pulls away with a sigh, and the hand on your belly moves to cradle your jaw. A turn of your head, and Sevika sucks Vi's taste off your tongue.

It happens quick. The pulse between your legs sparks a fire that threatens full-body consumption. The women that sandwich you in take turns stealing the breath from your lungs, over and over and over again. A competition brews between the two regarding who can turn you into the biggest mess, and while one kisses you, the other nips at your neck and gropes your tits and teases at the seam of your underwear.

You don’t know how things turned out this way, but you aren’t complaining. Not when Vi rucks up your shirt and sucks a nipple into her mouth, and Sevika's lips feel like home against yours. Too much yet not enough, brain dizzy from overstimulation.

“Wait, fuck,” you gasp in a breath when they both part from you, “I just—I need a second.”

So horny you could honestly cry. If Vi wasn't here, you'd be begging Sevika for the strap, face buried in the sheets, ass in the air. They give you time to calm down, and you mourn the loss of their weight and warmth, skin buzzing from the ghostly stamp of their hands.

“Are you okay?” asks Sevika, nosing at the divot of your temple.

“Yeah, just…” you try and fail to suppress the stretch of your lips, “I didn't think you liked to share.”

She exhales an unamused breath, eyes darting to Vi when the latter drapes herself over your middle, hair tickling your chin.

“I'm a special case, right?”

Sevika shoves her off by the shoulder. Says, “Shut up. At least I don't listen in on my roommates—”

Vi stutters a moment then holds up a defensive finger. “Okay, that happened once. Once.”

“Porn exists.” A beat of silence, and Sevika laughs under her breath. “But you don't want porn, do you?”

You're definitely missing context for this conversation, but they argue like you don't even exist in the room.

“Don't,” Vi hisses, rising onto an elbow to glare at Sevika through squinted eyelids. “Seriously, I'll kick your ass.”

“Just ask her.”

Finally, you chime in. “Ask me what?”

Vi's glare turns to pleading, but beside you, Sevika remains stalwart.

“Ask me what?”

“Vi wants to fuck you.”

You blink. The neurons in your brain short-circuit. “For how long?”

“A while,” Vi grumbles, turned on her side, facing away from the two of you.

It's not the idea that surprises you, but the verbal admission. You know how to take a hint, and Vi's slip-up at the club cemented what Sevika already told you as fact.

“It doesn't bother me, if you're worried about that. Brat wants to feel good and she trusts you.” A lazy shrug that jostles your shoulder. “Your choice, honey.”

You look over at Vi to gauge her reaction, and find her already staring at you with pleading eyes. Tender as a healing wound.

It's an easy decision. Easier than your conscience allows. Your memory returns to the night Vi stood outside the bedroom door, when Sevika teased you about inviting her in. She recognized your own attraction before you did. That soft spot on your heart for an unsolvable woman.

“Let's do it.”

The once-playful atmosphere thickens into something anticipatory when Vi crawls between your legs, and your nerves might fray to breaking if not for Sevika’s presence at your side. Always doing what she does best—why you stayed despite her every effort to snuff your relationship out.

As Vi's hands find your inner thighs, Sevika kisses you soft and slow in an effort to tame the wild buck of your pulse.

“Go easy on her,” Sevika says to you, lips stretched in a teasing smile. “I'm sure it's been a while.”

“Fuck you,” Vi mutters, but says nothing in her own defense.

As if it even matters. Your girlfriend serves as the warden of your pussy, and she loves to bark an order or ten. You’re in good hands.

Off come your clothes while the other two remain dressed, a feeling of stark vulnerability that seeks to fry the white matter of your brain. Sevika rubs a comforting hand over your belly, while Vi shoulders your thighs apart.

The first thing you do is reach down to run your fingers through her hair. Soft as you imagined.

She dives in tongue-first, licking you from hole to clit, and groans when your thighs close around her head on instinct. It's all soft, wet heat. Messy from her spit. What she lacks in technique, she makes up for in enthusiasm. Moans so loud against your pussy that you almost believe she can feel your pleasure.

Sevika doesn't let you forget her. She murmurs praise into your ear, teases you for being so wet, asks you how good Vi's mouth feels. You've made it clear how her voice affects you, and she wields dirty words as a weapon any chance she gets.

Good girl.

You look so pretty like this.

How's it feel, honey?

You kiss her just to shut her up. The burn in your belly turns to a blaze embarrassingly fast, and when Vi slides a long finger into your cunt, stars burst behind your closed eyelids. There's no holding back your orgasm when her tongue circles over your clit, slick and hot and—

You turn away from Sevika's mouth and fist Vi's hair in both hands, the muscles in your thighs twitching. "Fuck, please."

"Come on, honey." A pair of plush lips trail down the line of your neck, nipping at your drum-beat pulse. "Let her make you feel good."

That's all it takes. Permission. Weeks without so much as a finger on your clit leads you to a breath-stealing release, and your hearing blots out as you grind against Vi's face. So selfish, needing more, craving the impossible: inevitability.

When the pleasure breaks, you sink into the mattress with a heaving sigh. Each lobe of your brain makes a slow return to normal, and when you blink your eyes open, Vi's face sharpens into view.

Wide-eyed and nervous, she smooths a hand up and down your thigh. "Was that okay?"

All you can do is giggle and nod your head. Too fucked-out to form words.

To your left, Sevika wraps a thick arm around your ribs and pulls you to her. She knows you too well. A long cuddle is neccessity after an orgasm, and she's warm and soft and her chest makes a great pillow. And if you fall asleep for a few minutes, you're none the wiser.

You open your eyes again to Vi gently cleaning you with a washcloth. Sevika sits beside her, nursing a glass of water.

"Hey, Vi." They both look down at you. "Want me to return the favor?"

She shakes her head, slick lips stretching into a dopey grin. "No. I got what I needed."

When Vi moves to lay back down, Sevika catches her by the shoulder. "Wash your face."

"Why don't you clean me up?"

You watch the exchange half-lucid and half-listening, until their voices filter through a lens of fading lucidity. What they both fail to realize is how alike they are, and suddenly everything makes sense.

That's why you care so much.

[thehoneybeestings]

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