⋆˚࿔ warnings: 18+, mdni, fingering, established relationship, oral (reader receiving), dom/sub dynamics, some praising, some begging
⋆˚࿔ a/n: this is a quick read/update :)))
⋆˚࿔ wc ~ 800
The light of the TV flickers against Sevika’s sharp features as she leans forward, her mechanical arm resting heavy on her knee. She’s sitting at the very end of the couch by your feet, while you’re sprawled out along the rest of the velvet cushions. From your position, the screen is off to the side, but Sevika is hunched over, eyes locked on the game.
Through the headset dangling around her neck, you hear the muffled, frantic shouting of the guys. They’re losing the match, and Sevika is the only reason they’re still in it.
You’re tired of being second to a high score. You’d asked for her attention an hour ago, and she’d promised one more game three games ago.
Now, your patience is officially gone.
Sliding closer on the cushions, you hook your foot over her thigh, your toes disappearing under the hem of her loose shirt to find the warm, hard muscle of her stomach.
Sevika doesn’t look away from the screen, but her jaw clenches.
"Jay, quit mouth-breathing into the mic and actually hit something." She growls into the mic.
You move your foot lower, the arch of your foot sliding firmly against the hard ridge of her denim, pressing right against her crotch. You feel her breath hitch, a sharp, jagged sound.
Suddenly, her character on screen stops mid-sprint. Sevika slowly turns her head, her gaze dark as it drops to where your foot is pressed against her.
Without a word she hauls your leg up, dragging it across her lap with such force that you almost slide right off the side of the couch, your body skidding across the soft velvet until you’re pinned right next to her.
“Sevika? Yo, move! You’re gonna get knocked!” Jay’s voice crackles loudly through the headset.
With a bored look, Sevika reaches over and clicks the mute toggle on the cord. The red light on the mic glows, signaling silence.
Then, she grabs your other leg, lifting it high. “Leg up. Over the backrest.”
You obey, your heart hammering against your ribs as you drape one leg over the top of the sofa while the other stays pinned across her lap, leaving you completely spread and open to her. Sevika’s gaze rakes over you, taking in the way her oversized t-shirt has bunched up around your waist, revealing that you’ve been waiting for her with nothing underneath.
“Fucking tease,” she hisses.
Her fingers find your heat, sinking into you with a force that catches you off guard. A loud, needy moan escapes you as your head thuds back against the cushions.
Sevika’s eyes flash with a wicked, sudden mischief. She leans in close, her thumb hovering over the mute switch.
"Shh, keep those pretty sounds locked away," she murmurs teasingly. "Or do you want the whole squad hearing you?"
You shake your head frantically, heat flooding your cheeks, but before you can beg, she flicks the mic live again.
"Still with you, Jay," Sevika says into the headset, her tone deceptively even, though her fingers twitch inside you. She curls them deliberately, stroking that perfect, aching spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "Gimme a sec... handling some business."
Her thumb presses your clit in slow, torturous circles, syncing with the pump of her fingers as she stretches your walls. Your body arches, thighs quivering around her wrist, but you bite down hard on your lip, swallowing every gasp as her friend's voices buzz obliviously in the headset, strategizing, laughing, yelling coordinates.
She doesn't answer them.
"Please, Sev," you whimper quietly, your fingers digging into the couch.
On screen, her character stumbles, a red warning flashing. Sevika's brow furrows, her focus splintering as your pussy clenches greedily around her invading digits. She tries to aim, thumb slipping on the stick, and bam another hit.
Her character crumples to the ground amid a wave of boos and shouts.
“No way! Sevika, you just threw the whole match!" The guys start booing over the headset, their voices a chorus of disbelief and annoyance.
Sevika rolls her eyes, finally reaching down to click the mute toggle back on.
“Fuck off, all of you,” she mutters, tossing the controller and headset aside.
She leans forward, her shoulders pushing against the back of your thighs as she replaces her fingers with the wet heat of her tongue.
She licks a slow, heavy stripe from your opening all the way to your clit, savoring the taste of you like you’re the only thing that matters. Her mech hand glides up your side, cool fingers slipping under the hem of the t-shirt to find your breast.
The pads of her mechanical digits brush your skin before gently pinching your nipple, the sting sending sparks straight to your core.
When she finally seals her lips over your clit, sucking with steady pulls while her metal fingers roll and tweak your hardened peak, the dual sensations shatter you.
"Shit, Sevika... yes," you gasp out, your voice trembling. "Right there, please... I'm cumming!"
You buck, your heel digging into the back of the couch and the other leg twitching in her lap, as a loud, broken moan finally tears from your throat, echoing in the room.
Sevika pulls back just an inch, her face glistening.
“Good girl,” she praises. “Now stay just like that. I’ve got a few more games to finish, and I like having a view while I play.”
Tags - post season 2, no use of y/n, Sevika uses nicknames instead, brief makeout sesh, reader initiates it, Sevika is a certified yearner don’t argue with me, I suck at tags, is this a good time to say i only write switch Sevika?
WC - 3.7k~
A/N - If you enjoy this series, consider following my blog. I plan on making multiple series based on different AUs, and will be holding a poll here soon for what i should write next 🫶
Part one | Part two | Part three
Time passed steadily, the days bleeding into night and giving way to tomorrows. You were hesitant to admit it, but Sevika’s consistent presence in your life was starting to grow on you. Your usual routine shifts thrown into pleasant disarray every time she nudged the front door open with her boot and plopped herself down at the bar in front of you.
It seemed like Sevika herself was slowly starting to accept the changes, too. You often liked to observe her from a distance, enjoyed how the tension melted away from her shoulders while she sipped on her beverage and tended to whatever leftover council work she needed to finish. She’d started dropping small details about her job to you, even listening to your opinions when it came to Zaun-related topics. The list she spent weeks pouring over had taken both of you a couple of hours to revise together.
You were spending every extra second admiring Sevika’s growth.
It healed some small part of you to witness someone with such a dark past transform into something entirely different. So many terrible experiences made you believe it next to impossible for anyone from that walk of life to change. Sevika actively proved to you how close-minded that belief was.
Saturdays were always the busiest work days at the bar. Poker nights got taken very seriously by the regulars, and Sevika was no exception. She’d integrated herself slowly into the games after encouragement from you. Back in The Last Drop, you always heard the sounds of her winning from the frustrated groans of the other players.
Her luck was either phenomenal or fabricated.
Another, “Damn it!” erupted from the large table in the front corner of the bar. Quickly followed by angry mumbling and the sound of shuffling chips.
When you looked up from your place at the bar, Sevika was grinning and shifting poker chips to her side of the table. Her legs were spread comfortably, a new bundle of cards resting leisurely in the hand that propped itself on her thigh. She seemed to be shuffling them with her fingers, sliding one card out with her thumb and flipping it to the middle with her index.
The action shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.
Of course.
The longer she hung around, the harder it became to tamper your thoughts. Her natural state of existence riled you up in a way that felt entirely new to you.
Sevika would help you close— despite your numerous protests— and those moments were always filled with playful banter and her famously stubborn sarcasm. Afterwards, she’d walk you down the block to your apartment and tell you to, ‘get your beauty sleep’. She always remained at a respectful distance, sometimes hovering a hand over the spot between your shoulder blades when someone brushed past the two of you.
Those nights, you’d catch yourself wishing she’d make a move. Wishing that maybe her hand would make contact, perhaps even slide down to the small of your back. Or that her mouth would coincidentally find yours right before you unlocked your front door. Then you’d close the door behind you and curse at your mind for betraying you.
It was hard to convince yourself that you were just thirsty when you craved her touch with a feral appetence.
Only wanting sex would’ve been easier to ignore.
When her eyes slid up and locked onto yours, you realized you’d been staring the entire time. Her gaze snapped you right back into reality, watching as she raised a curious brow at you. The hint of amusement traced itself over her perfectly full lips, tugging at the corners and taunting you. Your nerves lit up at the sight, goosebumps raising over the back of your neck.
You attempted to play it off by gesturing down at her hand. Pursing your lips before carefully mouthing, ‘Cheating?’
Sevika let out an audible chuckle, noticeable in the way her chest rose and fell. She shook her head at you and waved the cards from under the table.
‘Just too good.’ She mouthed back, shooting a teasing wink your way.
You hated her for the simple fact that you wanted her so badly.
Her mech arm was free, and she waved you over with it. Anticipation shot up your spine like electricity, grabbing a couple of glasses to bring over to the other players. You carried them over, three glasses propped strategically in each hand.
“Raise,” Sevika called out as you approached the table. She selected a hefty stack of her own chips and slid it into the center. The other four players shifted uncomfortably in their seats, eyes shifting back and forth from their cards to their own chips.
You took that moment to dish out the drinks. The interruption earned some grateful thanks from the losing sides. When you set down a replacement glass of whiskey in front of Sevika, she gave you a pleased smile.
“Thanks, doll. Wanna join for a round?” Her eyes dragged over you in a way that made you want to squirm, but you stayed secure in your spot. The looks of the others across the table told you that you definitely did not want to join for a round.
“Mm, no thanks. I don’t feel like giving you all of my hard earned tips,” you replied, watching as one of the guys tossed his cards down.
“Fold,” he grumbled. The small pile of chips in his corner making you think it wasn’t the first time he’d had to fold tonight.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt Sevika’s hand ghost over your forearm. Her fingers were warm, skin pressing lightly against your wrist. When you looked back down to her, her eyes were fixed onto you. Her touch lingered, and you were soaking in as much of it as you could before it disappeared.
Her eyes flashed with something indecipherable, as if she was struggling to form her thoughts into words. You waited, blinking at her in minor confusion.
“You look good today,” she breathed out finally, letting her eyes wander over you again. The compliment itself was simple, but from her it held more weight.
You’d actually taken some effort today, too. Wanting to get out of your funk and wear things that brought you joy, instead of over wearing the same ‘safe’ outfits you’d come to draw comfort from. The dark jeans you wore hugged every curve, flaring out just below your knees in a way that accentuated your thighs. The tight crimson shirt you paired with it cut down into a V, revealing the soft swell of your chest and the multiple necklaces you’d strung around your neck.
Sevika was drinking you in, letting her eyes roam more than you’d ever seen them before. Her hand slowly slid from your arm, and you cleared your throat roughly.
“Thank you.” You wondered if you sounded as breathless as you felt. The spot where her hand rested against your wrist tingled.
“Call it, straight flush,” another man interjected impatiently, tossing his cards down to show his hand. Sevika turned back to the table with a steeled gaze, observing her own hand silently.
Her poker face was killer.
“Damn, so close.” The woman made a clicking sound with her tongue, lazily tossing her hand onto the table in front of her.
Royal Flush.
You quickly picked your way back to the bar as chaos erupted at the table. The guy with the straight flush was angrily ranting about how Sevika must be cheating to win constantly. Sevika’s reply was too low to hear, but you knew exactly what she’d said.
Sevika from the past would’ve had the guy by the neck by now, berating him for being a cheap, sore loser. Now, she’d simply shot back a biting retort.
The gigantic stack of chips in front of her made you snicker quietly to yourself as you returned to your work.
“Okay, you need to share your secret,” you broke through the easy silence. Sevika was pulling chairs up and resting them on top of the table while you mopped through the last of the space. The two of you shuffled around each other in tandem, flowing like a dance.
Sevika made a tuneless humming sound, her back still turned towards you. Every time she lifted a chair, the muscles in her back would shift and bulge. It was irritatingly distracting.
“Gonna have to elaborate on that one. I’ve got a few secrets.”
You raised a brow at her back, prodding her with the wooden end of your mop. “Okay, mystery woman. How do you win poker so much? I swear you’ve won more than is statistically possible.”
She grinned at that, turning to face you finally. She perched herself on the edge of the table she’d been cleaning up.
“It’s not just a luck or statistic based card game. Most people are aiming for the best hand possible, but they’re not thinking about the cards they’re throwing out to reach that goal. Get enough players to fold, you can find out what you’re potentially working with. Either that or—“
She spread her hands with a mischievous satisfaction.
“Make damn sure that you get to shuffle and deal the cards.”
You gasp dramatically, shaking your head with a growing smile on your face. “So you do cheat sometimes! Shame on you, Sevika.”
Your reaction seemed to be exactly what she’d wanted, looking very pleased with herself. She pushed herself off of the table and crossed over to the bar, fishing your bag out from under the counter and tossing it over her shoulder.
Another unspoken routine that made your heart violently beat against your ribcage.
“I call it ‘strategic dealing’. Ready to go?” She asked you casually, to which you nodded and quickly scrambled to put away your mop.
When you reemerged from the back room, she was waiting for you at the door, absentmindedly toying with the leather strap of your bag. You pulled the shop keys out of your pocket and twirled them around your finger, letting her hold the door open for you to exit.
“How has that list been faring with the council?” You dared to ask as the two of you fell into step. The last time you’d heard about it was a week ago, when Sevika told you she had to present it to the other council members.
Her lips pressed together in a thin line, jaw set. The question went unanswered for a minute, and you didn’t push her for her reply. You simply enjoyed her presence beside you.
“They’re bitching about everything. Which I knew would happen, but it still aggravates me,” she let out a bitter scoff, shaking her head. “They’ve never had to experience living down here, yet they think they can dictate what is and is not necessary. Picking through our list like a fucking shopping list.”
You quickly brushed away the warmth that coiled up in your chest when she said ‘our list’. She probably just meant the entirety of Zaun.
Instead, you leaned against her slightly, nudging her with your arm. “You’re a smart lady, figure out how to make them think everything is their idea. They’ll blow through that list if they believe they’re choosing to do so.”
Her eyes shifted to glance at you, and you met her gaze confidently. You felt her hand hover over your spine again, heat radiating off of it and sending chills over your entire body. She was guiding the two of you around the corner, down your street where the herb shop sat.
“Isn’t that cheating?” Sevika teased, letting her hand drop back to her side much to your dismay. You laughed quietly.
“It’s strategic, ‘Vika.”
You felt the woman tense at the use of the nickname, her jaw clenching and unclenching in a way that would’ve been unnoticeable to anyone else. But you noticed it immediately. Sevika’s nostrils flared as she took a deep breath, shifting her eyes back in front of her.
Did you mess up?
Had you imagined this growing closeness between you two and overstepped an invisible boundary?
Your lower lip found its spot between your teeth, anxiously chewing on it as you guys approached the steps. She followed you up them, like usual, but stopped before reaching the platform to your door.
When you turned to look at her head on, she was staring pointedly at the ground in front of your shoes. The look on her face was an odd mixture of frustration and pain. Her brows were drawn together, mouth twisted up in a deep frown.
“Hey,” you murmured hesitantly, reaching out to gently touch her bicep. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with the nickname. I just thought—“
A quiet, strained laugh pushed past Sevika’s mouth. “That’s not what this is, sweetheart. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
Your breath hitched painfully at the reply, her words low and the nickname coming out more intimately than you were prepared for. She finally looked at you, the eye contact charged with a near tangible tension. Your eyes fluttered nervously over every detail of her face, from the curve of her nose to the sharp cut of her jaw.
If it wasn’t offense, what was it?
You opened your mouth to ask, but she slid your bag off her shoulder and set it in your arms abruptly.
“I should get home. I’ve got some strategic manipulating to plan out for tomorrow’s council meeting. Sleep well, yeah?”
Sevika turned around and began her descent of the stairs, her heavy boots clanging against the metal. You turned back to your door, sighing heavily while jamming your house key into the lock.
Only, a sudden and impulsive thought shot through your head like an arrow.
Sevika never crossed a boundary with you. She never made any move towards you.
But what if you made a move towards her? You’d be able to figure out once and for all if you were imagining whatever was bouncing between you two.
Before you could over-rationalize your thoughts to the point of backing out, you tossed your bag inside of your apartment and shut the door in front of you. Quickly but carefully you made your way back down the stairs, hitting the pavement with determination.
You watched her round the corner and disappear. Sprinting to catch up to her, you took a sharp turn around the corner and stopped.
“Sevika,” you called out, watching her halt immediately upon hearing your voice.
She turned around slowly, looking surprised and slightly wary. You kept walking until you stood a foot away, forcing yourself to meet her gaze and hoping you looked confident enough. Your shift in demeanor piqued her interest, leaning forward a couple centimeters to catch what you had to say next.
It was then that you realized you didn’t have a plan for what to do next. You’d become so severely out of touch with dating rituals of any kind that your mind came up blank. Your tongue felt heavy, throat clogged up with a bundle of words.
“You going to spit it out or…?”
“Can I kiss you?” You blurted out, feeling your face explode with an embarrassed heat only seconds later.
The question struck Sevika silent, her eyes widening a fraction and her lips parting in surprise. She stared at you intensely, searching your face for a hint of teasing. But you were not joking, you were quite desperate in actuality. The press of her mouth on yours, to feel it even once would be enough for you.
The silence carried on for a minute too long, and you couldn’t fight the way you started to deflate in front of her. You braced yourself for an uncomfortably awkward rejection.
“You sure I’ve worked hard enough?”
The answer made you splutter, a jumble of confused noises leaving you in place of actual words. Sevika’s face was dead serious.
“What the hell do you mean?” You finally managed to get out, both relieved by the lack of rejection but perplexed by her roundabout answer.
Sevika rolled her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “You told me when I first came into that bar. If I wanted a kiss, I’d have to work a lot harder. So again, are you sure I’ve worked hard enough?”
Oh, right. You did say that.
And Sevika took it seriously.
Oh.
You swallowed roughly, thinking about all of the long nights she’d helped you close even after her council work. The way she respected your space and rarely initiated touch. Her walking you home nearly every single night.
It didn’t click into place until then that she’d spent this entire time working to earn your trust.
Sevika looked like she was growing impatient standing there in the street with you, her mechanical fingers tapping against her other arm methodically.
You took a couple steps forward, crossing that unspoken line of distance Sevika worked so hard to maintain over the weeks. The taller woman’s arms dropped from their crossed position, head tilting downwards to watch you approach.
The first touch was initiated by you. You’d been dreaming about the feeling of her face in your hands, and finally let yourself indulge. Your fingers slowly grazed over her jawline, palm resting gently against her cheek. The breath that left her was heavy and trembling with the effort of restraint. She leaned into the touch, her own hands sliding naturally over your hips and tugging you flush against her.
There was a pause before you kissed her. A minute that loomed between you two. Her silver eyes were brighter in the dark, but only a sliver remained, nearly swallowed by the black of her pupils. The sight made you shudder, which Sevika only soaked up. Her fingers pressed into your skin deliciously, the cold metal of her mech arm skirting just beneath the hem of your shirt and onto your heated skin.
Sevika used to be the last person you expected to handle anything with slow gentleness. You’d subconsciously lumped her together with the mass of Silco’s workers to make it easier to stay away from that life, and completely misjudged her character in the process. Now, she held you with a careful reverence. Her intensity held no danger, only an eagerness you’d never experienced before.
You guided her head down, feeling the warmth of her breath fan across your face. She was letting you handle things, giving you the reigns to control the situation.
When your lips met hers, you felt every single wall you’d erected to keep her out crumble into dust. You looped your other arm around the back of her neck and let her draw you even closer still. The kiss was dizzyingly tender, slower than you’d ever grown used to. It felt like Sevika was trying desperately to memorize the taste of you, her tongue making a light trail over your lower lip.
You distantly prayed to Janna that you weren’t rusty from all the time that passed. But it didn’t seem to matter either way to the other woman, her flesh hand creeping up to your face. She pulled away only a fraction to tilt your face to the side, then immediately dove back in to reconnect.
This time, you let her take control. It became searing in seconds, like she was trying to devour you. The moment her teeth dragged roughly over your lower lip, you felt your knees weaken. It was all you could do to try and keep up with her, nipping at her and sliding your tongue over hers.
It was lewd. You should’ve cared that you started a full blown makeout session in the open streets of Zaun, but you didn’t. All you cared about in that moment was Sevika.
Her mouth, her tongue, her hands traveling over your body like you’d been dreaming incessantly about. It was the only thing you cared to focus on.
When she finally dragged you away from her, with her hand resting on the back of your neck, she was breathing heavily. You were panting, trying to catch your breath and process what had happened. She pushed your hair back out of your face and pressed her thumb against your lower lip, eyes scanning your face closely.
Your tongue darted out to skim over the pad of her thumb, and you watched her eyes drop. She let out a quiet groan, shaking her head and firmly pulling you off of her. Once again, you stood at a respectable distance. You’d been scorching hot moments prior, and now the chill of the night air whisked by you and elicited a shudder.
Sevika pushed her fingers through her hair, attempting to regain her composure. “You’re addicting, do you know that? I have to exert all of my willpower just to keep my hands off of you.”
You crack a smile at that, letting yourself rest a hand against her chest.
“Oh really? Just how long have you been exerting that willpower, then?”
Her eyes searched yours for a moment, and she lifted the hand you rested on her up to her mouth. She left a chaste kiss against your knuckles, tucking it back at your side and taking another step back.
“I really have to go, dollface. Promise I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You frowned at her, still slightly dazed from that heated makeout and stung by her insistence on leaving so abruptly. But you nodded, knowing that it probably was for the best that she left now before you let your impulses get the better of you and dragged her into your bed.
As she retreated, you remained stuck in the same spot. Watching her back until she disappeared. Then you finally willed your legs to move again, shakily climbing the stairs and throwing yourself into your apartment.
That night, your dream came more vivid and filthier than ever. Now that you knew what her lips felt like, your imagination worked in overdrive to supply you with fantasies of what they’d feel like elsewhere.
You woke up the next morning frustrated, exhausted, and soaked.
if you go looking for doom and gloom all you will see is doom and gloom. if you go looking for reduced items at the grocery store you may find a littol treat
a/n: I need her… P IS FOR PUSSY P-U-S-S-Y, THAT PUSSY
Pairings: personaltrainer!Vi x f!reader
Warnings: she does indeed take you to pound town, very self indulgent (i hate working out), fingering, oral (you receiving), spitting (tehe), kinda fluffy idk, semi-public sex GRRRAH
Who the fuck could ever take pleasure in being sweaty and tired and sore?
You, apparently.
You didn’t necessarily like working out. (It was the bane of your existence) But your doctor had said it was healthy, and it was New Year’s, so now was as good a time to start as any. Plus, it gave you an excuse to wear the adorable sports bra and skirt combo your sister had gotten you.
As expected, the gym was absolutely packed. You could see white dudes flexing from every corner, along with a few (glorious) muscle mommies. Unfortunately, the universe did not seem to support your dream (that was whole-heartedly pushed on you by your friends and doctor) of getting fit for the year.
“Apologies, ma’am, but we just don’t have enough space at the moment.” You stared down at the poor, overworked receptionist and frowned, credit card already in hand.
“Really? But I can spot a few extra spaces-”
“It’s a fire hazard, ma’am. You’ll have to wait outside or come back at an earlier time.”
“There’s really no space? At all?” The teenager looked down at the computer in front of him.
“Well, we do have available spots with our private trainers, but you’d have to pay for the session. As well as an extra fee for being so last-minute.” You cursed under your breath, moving to put your credit card back in your bag when someone cut you off.
“I’ll take her.” You looked up at the sound of the voice, only to find piercing blue eyes already staring at you. It was scary, honestly, how fit she was. Her messy pink hair flopped carelessly to the side, over one of her eyes, and her body was littered with tattoos. She was already glowing, probably from an earlier exercise. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her grey sweats as she walked over to the teenager behind the desk.
“You sure, Vi? You don’t usually ta-”
“I said I’ll take her, Ekko.” She glanced up at you again, an easy smile playing on her ridiculously attractive features. “She looks like she’s never stepped foot inside a gym before.” Your face flushed at her absolutely correct observation. Her gaze darted down to take in your appearance, shamelessly dragging up and down your frame. You suddenly felt a little self-aware about the light pink set you had decided to wear, even if your sweater was drowning your figure.
Fuck, I do look like I have no idea what I’m doing.
“I’ve been inside a gym before.” You finally responded, frowning at the way her grin only grew.
“Sure you have, cupcake.” Your heart pounded erratically at the nickname, and you silently cursed the universe for putting you in the position to make a fool of yourself in front of such an attractive woman. The teenager behind the desk, Ekko, glanced between the two of you, sighing and turning back to his computer with a look that said, ‘I-don't-get-paid-enough-for-this’.
“Alright, that’ll be-”
“Free of charge, Ekko.” You tore your gaze from her hypnotic blue eyes to look down at the young man. He raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, whatever. I gotta give a reason, though. What should I code in? That you were too horny to-” She coughed loudly, drowning out the rest of his sentence. He smirked at her as she sent him a harsh glare.
“I’ll deal with that later, just give her a damn card.”
One sibling-like argument later and a shiny new membership card in your hand, you found yourself in one of the training rooms with the attractive stranger.
Vi.
Her name echoed in your mind. You wondered what it was short for. Victoria? Vivian? Vienna? She watched as you set your stuff down in the corner of the room, nervously fiddling with your water bottle until it finally decided to stand upright without falling over. She eyed you expectantly as you turned around.
“What?” You finally said, picking at the fabric of your sweatshirt.
“You gonna take that off?” Your cheeks flamed. “I don’t go easy.” She tilted her head. “I would hate for you to get uncomfortable and sweaty before we even start.” Holy shit the way she was talking had you second guessing what you were really here for. You obeyed her request, (because, duh) slowly sliding off your sweatshirt to reveal the set you had chosen out for today. Something flickered in her eyes as she drank in the sight of you.
Shit, she had thought you were hot in the lobby, but this? This was just fucking unfair. You looked like a goddess. Your skirt just barely hung half-way down your thighs, and your bra pushed up your breasts in a way that had her mouth watering. She quickly tore her gaze off of your body as you cleared your throat.
Get it the fuck together, Vi.
“So, what are your goals, hm? Any particular things you want to hit?” She made her way over to the closet in the room, sifting through the selections of weights and trying to ignore the heat thrumming through her body that had nothing to do with her previous workout.
“I don’t really know. I guess just… being healthy?” You sounded so shy, so tentative. She fought the shudder that was threatening to roll down her spine.
“Well, I guess I’ll start you off easy. Work on your core,” Now it was your turn to shudder. “Maybe hit some squats too.” She turned back around, closing the closet and tilting her head to better look at you. “Just to get a lay of the land, hm, cupcake?” Your face felt like it was in a perpetual state of fire. You nodded eagerly.
She made her way over to you after turning on some music that felt way too sensual for a workout. (of this type, anyway.)
“We’re gonna start with some stretching, ok?” You fiddled with your fingers, nodding like a child being instructed by a teacher. Vi circled your form before settling on standing behind you, her hands gently resting on your hips. “Gonna need you to spread your legs for me, pretty.” The words, whispered so softly and so dangerously in your ear, almost made you gasp. You tilted your head to look back at her, eyes blown (adorably, if she might add) wide. She grinned, a seductive, dangerous thing that made your panties drop. (Figuratively). She raised an eyebrow. “What? I don’t want you to pull a hamstring, cupcake.” You swallowed thickly, trying to will away the increasingly inappropriate thoughts that were crowding your mind.
Slowly, slowly, you spread your legs, biting back a whimper as her hand snaked up your back, gently pushing your upper body down into a sort of downward dog position. The burn you felt in your legs was almost embarrassing. The moment you were down, fingertips brushing the floor, Vi’s gaze went straight to your ass.
“Fuck.” The words slipped past her lips before she could even realize what she was doing. She tucked her bottom lip under her teeth, dragging the hand that was on your back higher, just tracing the curve of your ass.
You were wet.
She could see the faintest of outlines through the thin layer of your undershorts.
You whimpered, legs shaking ever so slightly from the strain of the stretch. (You really needed to workout more)
Now she was wet.
Without even thinking, she grabbed you by your ponytail, yanking you up into a standing position. The force of her movement made you stumble, your legs still awkwardly stretched wide. Thankfully, she had stuck out her knee for you to sit on.
“I think,” She breathed in your ear, a hot, heavy thing that sent an embarrassing amount of slick oozing out of your cunt. “That we should focus on a different type of workout, hmm, cupcake?” You nodded slowly, dazed. And fuck, was she a woman starved.
In a second you found yourself on the floor, looking up at her with wide, desperate eyes. You clenched your thighs together, your hips rocking up into the air for some form of friction. She took her time, just staring at you. At the way your hair fanned out around you like a halo, the way your breasts moved with each shuddering breath you took, the way you looked so, so wrecked. A dangerous grin spread across her face.
She was going to ruin you.
There was not a single coherent thought in your mind as she hastily dragged your skirt and panties off of your legs in one, harsh tug. She was manhandling your legs open, and you swore she whined at the sight of your glistening arousal.
“Fuck, baby.” She whispered out hoarsely. You squirmed under her gaze, cheeks burning in embarrassment as you tried to close your legs. “No no no no no, don’t you fucking dare.” She dragged her middle finger down your slit, gathering up your juices before bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking. “Been dreaming of this sweet pussy for so long.” She moaned out.
“B-but, we just met like, h-half an hour ago.” You sputtered out, your cheeks rosy and your eyes hazy with lust and confusion. She grinned again, lowering her head so she was a hair's breadth away from where you needed her most.
“Thirty minutes is a long fucking time, cupcake.” You didn’t even have time to process her words before she was wrapping her lips around your clit, giving it a harsh suck that left you keening.
“Oh, f-fuck!” You gasped out, back arching at how her tongue skillfully lapped at your pussy. She hummed against your burning flesh, the vibrations against your puffy clit making your toes curl. The obscene sounds of slurping and squelching filled the room, and you might have had half a mind to care about it if you weren’t so fucking far gone by the feel of her mouth.
“Taste so good, princess.” She mumbled against your skin. You dared to look down and, fuck, she looked even more wrecked then you were. Her eyes hazy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed and shiny from your juices, and her hair sticking to her face with each deliberate suck. You could vaguely make out how she was grinding against the ground, but she pulled away before you could actually think of helping her as well. You whined at the loss, reaching down to try and tug her closer to you.
“P-please-oh-” You gasped as she spit on your already slobbering cunt, once, twice, three times, before she was satisfied. Your clit twitched as the globs of her saliva attacked it.
“Shh, baby, trying to make sure your nice and messy f’me.” She rubbed a few quick circles on your clit with her thumb before prodding at your entrance with her pointer finger. Her eyes were glued to the way your face contorted as she pressed into your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” She whispered in awe.
“OhmygodViplease.” Your begging was nothing more than a long string of incoherent words. She chuckled, pressing yet another long, thick finger into your opening.
“Fucked dumb already?” She cooed, thrusting into you shallowly. You almost sobbed. It was only when she added a third finger that she was finally satisfied. Her slow, shallow thrusts turned fucking manic. Her eyes never left your face as she curled her fingers up with each thrust searching for-
“Fuck!” You squealed, your walls clamping down on her like a vice. She crawled up your frame, leaning down to nip at your neck before thrusting in that same spot again.
“Found it.” Her gazed dropped from your face to look down at her fingers as she fucked you, her mouth parting open in awe at how you were swallowing her up, you arousal dripping onto the floor beneath you. It didn’t take long before you were on the very precipice, just dangling off the edge of oblivion. She pressed down harder on your clit, and then you came.
Your back arched into an almost painful position, your fingernails digging into the floor for something to anchor yourself to. She whispered in your ear as you saw white, her fingers still fucking you through your orgasm.
“Shh, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. There we go, perfect fucking pussy.” She finally stopped as you collapsed, boneless on the floor. You turned your head to look up at her, smiling tiredly.
“What’s your name short for?” She grinned.
“Violet.”
“Mm, pretty.” You winced as she closed your legs, then blushed as she sucked her fingers clean. “What about you?” Your brows furrowed as you pushed yourself up by your elbows.
“You can do me later. After our date.” You blinked in surprise, your mind still a little hazy.
“Date?” She stood up, then helped you stand on shaky legs.
“Well, our session has ended, so I figured we could pick things up at your place, maybe. I know a bomb-ass asian restaurant just off Main.” You smiled softly, and it made her beat just a little faster.
“Yeah, alright. I’ll see you then.” You walked out of the private room looking a hell of a lot more disheveled then when you first walked in. Ekko rolled his eyes, praying to whoever was up there that he wouldn’t have to clean any suspicious stains from the floor.
You looked down at your phone as it pinged, smiling to yourself as you read the message.
a/n: my first ever like actual fic pls don't kill me guys ik its kind of shit, was honestly just trying to get this out of the way so i could work on oil rig worker Vi. ANYWAYS I LUV U ALL MWAH!
⊱ roommate!sevika who hears you masturbating — she’s wanted you for so long and she’s a little tipsy and hearing you moan has really just cracked the last shred of her self resolve. before she can even think about it too hard she’s reaching for her phone and calling you even though you’re literally down the hall.
⊱ to her surprise, you answer. you fucking answer and she really did not expect you to answer and —
⊱ “hello?”
⊱ jesus your voice, it’s low and hoarse and raspy, like you’re all fucked out already. sevika doesn’t want to think about how you would sound after she’s done eating your cunt, how much higher your cries would be compared to if it was just you touching yourself.
⊱ sevika would be dumbfounded as fuck and probably say something stupid as shit, like: “are you awake?”
⊱ and then she would want to punch herself with her mech arm right after because what the fuck, what a dumb fucking question she just asked — but you make her feel so stupid, so warm, so hard. she can’t get enough of you.
TONGUE PIERCING + PUBLIC SEX
FT. VI | KINKTOBER DAY 3
content warnings: tongue piercing, public sex, piercing kink, semi-exhibitionism, alcohol use, risk of being caught, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, power play, light restraint, public orgasm, desperate silence, smug domme, praise and taunting
KINKTOBER'25
You should’ve known better than to say yes. Every time Vi asked you out for drinks, it ended in trouble. She got loud, reckless, hands everywhere. And yet, when she leaned on your doorframe earlier with that grin all pink hair, cocky smirk, and promise of “just one drink” you agreed anyway.
The club was already thumping when you arrived, bass shaking through the floorboards, neon lights flashing against chrome and glass. Bodies packed the dance floor, heat and sweat thick in the air.
You spotted her immediately. Of course you did. Vi had claimed a booth in the back, lounging like she owned the place. Two glasses already sat on the table, one half-empty, one waiting for you.
“‘Bout time,” she called, waving you over with a grin. The lights caught on the barbell in her tongue as she spoke, a flash of steel every time she licked her lips.
You slid into the booth across from her, eyeing the drink she’d shoved toward you. The amber liquid glowed faintly in the neon haze. You lifted it, took a sip and nearly choked. Strong. Strong enough to burn all the way down.
Vi laughed at your face, tipping her own glass back with ease. “C’mon, don’t be a lightweight.” Her words slurred just slightly, not from clumsiness, but from the heavy alcohol she was already buzzing on.
You frowned, leaning in closer. “You’re already drunk.”
“Tipsy,” she corrected with a wink. Another glint of the piercing. “Loosens me up.”
Your gaze lingered on the flash of metal in her mouth. You tried not to imagine what that piercing would feel like dragging over sensitive skin but the thought planted itself anyway, hot and insistent.
Vi caught the look and smirked wider. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, tongue flicking out deliberately to toy with the piercing. “You keep staring at it, babe. Wanna find out what it feels like?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at her boldness. “In your dreams, Vi.”
“Already had those dreams,” she shot back instantly, winking as she tipped her glass again.
You shook your head, determined not to give her the satisfaction. Instead, you sipped at your own drink. It burned going down, sharp and strong, loosening something in your chest with every swallow.
The minutes blurred with neon and bass. Vi kept talking, leaning close across the table, her voice louder than it needed to be. You tried to focus on her words, but every time the lights hit just right, you saw it, that glint of silver against her tongue. She played with it constantly, clicking it against her teeth, rolling it slow across her lower lip.
You told yourself not to stare. Not to imagine the cold shock of steel flicking over your skin.
But the alcohol worked fast. Warmth spread through your limbs, your head buzzing just enough to make your gaze linger too long. You caught yourself watching her mouth again, heat curling low in your stomach, and looked away quickly.
Vi noticed. Of course she noticed. Her grin stretched slow, cocky. She leaned back in the booth, draping an arm over the seat, studying you like she had all the time in the world. “You keep sayin’ no,” she drawled, tongue poking out just far enough for the piercing to gleam under the lights, “but your eyes are telling on you.”
You flushed hot, biting your lip, staring down into your half-empty glass. The bass rattled the table, your pulse quickening with it.
Vi tilted her head, smirk sharpening. “So, what’s it gonna be, princess? Keep drinkin’ and pretending you don’t wanna know… or let me show you exactly what this piercing can do?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. But when your eyes finally lifted to hers, the look was enough, heat flushed across your face, your breath uneven, thighs pressed tight together under the table.
Vi’s grin widened. “Knew it,” she whispered, smug as sin.
Before you could think of a protest, she slid off the booth seat and disappeared beneath the table. The bass shook through the floor as her hands found your knees, prying them apart with an easy strength.
“Vi—” your voice cracked, half-warning, half-plea.
“Shh.” Her laugh was low, muffled in the dark space between you. “Ain’t nobody payin’ attention.”
She shoved your skirt up, fabric bunching high on your hips. Her breath hitched when she saw the damp patch on your panties, and she leaned in to press a slow kiss right over it.
“Fuck,” she muttered, lips grazing the soaked fabric. “You’re already this wet? And you were frontin’ like you didn’t want me?”
You bit down hard, stifling the whimper that threatened to break out.
Vi’s laugh vibrated against your cunt. “Cute. Tryin’ to keep quiet.” She dragged her tongue across the damp fabric, the cold press of her piercing catching perfectly against your clit even through the thin barrier. The shock made your thighs tremble, your hands gripping the edge of the table hard.
She kissed the inside of your thigh next, teeth grazing your skin before her tongue followed, slow and deliberate. The piercing traced little circles against the sensitive flesh, making you shiver.
“Bet you can feel that,” she murmured against your skin, her voice muffled but dripping smug satisfaction. Another hot lick, the stud pressing in again.
Vi chuckled low, the sound vibrating against your clit. She closed her lips around it suddenly, sucking hard, piercing grinding directly into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The shock made you bite down on a cry, head tipping back against the booth.
“Mmm, yeah,” she groaned, pulling back just enough to talk, her lips wet against you. “Bet you wish you could scream right now, huh? But you can’t. You’re in public, baby. Everyone’s just a few feet away,” she flicked the stud across your clit, hard, and you jerked in her grip, “and here you are, letting me eat you out like it’s nothing.”
She sucked again, harder, piercing rubbing mercilessly, her tongue swirling tight circles until your thighs were trembling. She didn’t stop talking, didn’t stop teasing.
“Stay quiet for me, gorgeous,” she murmured, her words punctuated with another slow drag of her stud across your clit. “Don’t give us away. Just sit there, smile pretty, and let me make you cum.”
Your nails dug into the table, your whole body taut with the effort of holding back as her piercing worked you closer and closer to the edge.
Your whole body tightened, every muscle trembling against the ropes of Vi’s grip. Her mouth worked you mercilessly, tongue circling, piercing flicking your clit over and over until you couldn’t hold it back anymore.
The orgasm ripped through you hard, sharp, your hips jerking against her face as you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. Heat flooded you, your slick coating her tongue as the piercing pressed one last perfect grind against your clit.
Vi groaned low at the taste, holding you through it, sucking until you were shaking, until your thighs squeezed helplessly around her head. Only then did she finally pull back, lips wet, chin shining in the neon light filtering under the table.
“Fuck yeah,” she whispered, grinning smugly against your thigh. “Knew you couldn’t resist this piercing.”
And then like nothing had happened she shoved your skirt back down, gave your knee a quick squeeze, and slid out from under the booth. She plopped down across from you, snatched her drink, and tipped it back in one easy motion.
Her grin widened as she caught the look on your face, flushed, still trembling, desperately trying to steady your breath. She licked her lips slowly, the silver glint of her barbell flashing in the club’s lights.
“What?” Vi asked, feigning innocence, leaning back against the booth like she hadn’t just eaten you alive under the table. “You look hot, babe. Maybe it’s the drinks.”
a/n: is this considered semi-public or just public? cus idk anymore..
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