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summary: you get injured during a street fight and general medarda takes you in to teach you self defense. what was supposed to be a lesson on the field turns into a lesson in the bedroom as well...
cw: masc!soldier!reader, streetfight, injury, blood, training, tribbing, nipple sucking, kissing, filthyyyy smut but it’s also gentle, subtop!ambessa, sub-switch!reader, ambessa is so soft for reader, praise kink
word count: ~2k words
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War was coming up which explained the hardened faces on the Noxian soldiers. Since there was already a threat at the border, all the soldiers were advised only one thing; don’t trust anyone or anything.
You tried to maintain that.
But when duty called for it — you had to step outside, not realising it had been a trap. A street fight.
Your arm was slashed badly, hot blood pouring out too fast, too wet. The iron-like scent of it filled your nostrils as you clutched your arm with your other hand.
How were you supposed to defend yourself when you’re bleeding this badly?
As if on cue — General Ambessa Medarda stepped in. It only took her two quick hits to throw the other person off-balance. She bashed them into a pillar before letting them fall to the ground.
One second passed, then two.
Ambessa stood over their defeated frame on the concrete for a bit, nudging him with her boot before she kicked him over and turned to you.
“Let me see.”
“I’m okay.”
“It was an order.”
You clenched your jaw and slowly moved your hand down to show the gash across your bicep.
“Oh that’s bad.”
“I’m aware.”
Ambessa gave you a look before she stepped closer to inspect your arm. You flinched when she grabbed your forearm and reached it up to check the depth.
“You need stitches.”
You didn’t respond. It was a little obvious.
Ambessa guided you back to the Medarda Estate — it was elegant, draped in gold and red. She led you up the stair steps and into what seemed to be her office.
“Sit.”
You sat down, holding your arm away from the couch to avoid bloodstains.
Ambessa noticed. “You’re bleeding and you’re trying to protect furniture.”
“... Well, it’s not my office.”
“Yes, it isn’t.” Ambessa put the medical box on the table and rested one hand on her hip. “But you don’t have to act like furniture’s worth more than my soldiers’ blood.”
“...”
You didn’t expect the ferocious warlord to be so… caring. Or even humane actually. Most of the time, you viewed as a killing machine which was a little fitting, given her choice of weapon…
Ambessa opened the box and took out the gauge. You watched as she stepped closer and knelt on one knee to inspect your wound better. She cleaned it with antiseptic first which burnt like a bitch and made you look away from her quickly.
Maybe if you looked away fast enough she wouldn’t notice the way your teeth ground to bite back any sound of pain.
Ambessa tried not to smile at that.
“You have quite the pain tolerance.”
You swallowed thickly. “Mhm…” a pause. “You’re gentle for someone who takes out men twice her size before 8 AM.”
Ambessa chuckled.
“It takes years to be this good, little one.”
Little one?
In which way?
You weren’t short at all.
Ambessa pressed a little hard— your body went tense. She stopped in her motions.
“Too hard?”
You hesitated, then shook your head.
“Good, your nerves are intact.”
You had to try your best not to roll your eyes at her. She finished cleaning the wound and then unraveled the gauge, sizing it up according to your bicep’s girth.
She wrapped it tightly, ensuring she provided only the right amount of pressure.
“There.” She got up.
You looked at it. “Thank you, General Medarda.”
Ambessa just nodded and returned to her desk, slipping the roll of gauge back inside. She leaned her back against the desk as she crossed her arms.
“You have strong arms.” She noted. “You would make a good fighter if you knew where to aim.”
“I do know where to aim.”
“Correction; you only know the vitals.”
You stared. “There’s more?”
“Pressure points.”
“Oh.”
Yeah, oh. There wasn’t much to say. You just realised all the years you’d spent field training… Maybe that wasn’t enough.
“But that’s okay.” Ambessa pushed herself off the desk. “From today… I will teach you.”
You blinked. “What’s in it for you?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not doing it for you,” she said with a faint smile. “I’m doing it so you don’t get me killed on the battlefield.”
Yeah.
That sounded more like General Medarda.
-
Training was harsh. Ambessa was not gentle at all when it came to training her soldiers, because to her — one day of being gentle on them is one day of giving them hope that on the battlefield someone will maintain etiquette during combat.
She waited until you were healed.
Once you were, Ambessa made you fight her.
Defeating her was close to impossible — you’d given up hope before you’d even started because well… look at her.
After countless attempts, Ambessa raised a hand to gesture for a break. You sat down there on the floor.
“This is impossible.” You huffed.
“It’s not.” Ambessa said simply, almost gentle. She sat down across from you. “You’re focusing more on winning. You’re not thinking about your strategies.”
“Strategies? Why’d there be a strategic theory behind combat?”
“Because you’re aiming for something that’ll cost you less energy, and land an impactful hit on the enemy.”
“But if I spend all my time thinking on the battlefield, I’m gonna get my ass kicked!”
Ambessa sighed and chuckled softly like your logic was like a toddler’s complaints to her.
“Now, see, that only happens when you don’t have enough training to already know at the top of your head where to hit at what kind of situation.”
Her words stuck to you. Being good meant more training. Training meant focusing. Focusing meant not ogling at her abs.
Fuck, that would be hard.
-
The first time you defeated her — you were breathless as you pinned her to the ground for a brief moment before you let go — you felt so incredibly proud of yourself but at the same time you thought maybe she’d take the defeat personally.
But she had a smile on her lips.
“You’re improving.” She said as she got up and dusted herself off.
“It’s nothing really. I just paid attention.”
“You don’t have to downplay your victory.” Ambessa said with a proud clap to your shoulder. “You’re allowed to hold pride in it.”
“Yeah… it still feels like it’s not worth being too proud over. It’s still only the training room, y’know?”
“I understand.” Ambessa walked to the bench lined against the wall and sat down, pouring herself some water. “But you must be confident and you must acknowledge all that you’re capable of.”
“I will.” You muttered and walked to the bench, sitting down there. “Do you do this for all soldiers?”
Ambessa abruptly stopped pouring the water for a second, but then kept going and drank from the cup thoughtfully.
“No.”
“Oh?”
You couldn’t help feeling special. If you were the only soldier getting one-on-one training from her like this, surely it meant that maybe she liked you, right? Perhaps.
But Ambessa was not the kind of person who’d tell you to your face if she really liked you, she showed it through any means rather than verbal — like protecting you, nurturing you, ensuring that you’re well taken care of.
“General Medarda.”
“Yes?”
“... Have you ever considered seeing any of your soldiers?”
“...”
“I was asking because—”
“Don’t get ideas.”
“I’m sorry if I was crossing any boundaries,” you added quickly, “I didn’t mean to actually—”
Ambessa put the cup of water down a little harder than necessary, not looking at you yet.
“Are you implying you have feelings for me?”
Your face burnt red. “I don’t think that’s what I said—”
“It’s what you mean, dear.”
You hated how right Ambessa was.
Maybe you were strong enough to stand your ground in a fight — you can take bullets, knives, punches.
But this made you feel weak. Being so vulnerable emotionally with the very person who taught you to be this tough — both internally and externally. Ambessa was so close, you could taste the faint sweetness of Noxian wine on her breath. You didn’t know what you were doing.
You knew this was wrong.
A war General shouldn’t have romantic affairs with their soldier.
But you couldn’t help it. You closed your eyes. Your lips felt hers and you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your hands held her waist, bringing her closer on the bench. Ambessa’s hands rested on your chest as you both shared a soft kiss — full of all the unspoken admiration you both held for the other.
-
Gradually, you both ended up on Ambessa’s bed. You had both of your toned arms wrapped around Ambassa’s waist as your mouth wandered on her warm, dark skin. Ambessa’s head remained tilted back, enjoying the feeling of your lips kissing every inch of her skin. Somehow, for the first time in years, she was letting her guard down in front of someone.
That someone just had to be a soldier of hers.
“I’ll make you feel good,” you whispered as you gently held one of her heavy breasts, giving it a subtle squeeze before your tongue swiped over the hardened nipple.
“Mmm…”
Ambessa’s hand tightened a little on the sheets. Oh, she was sensitive.
You smirked against her skin, sucking a little harder now earning barely audible, needy whimpers from the older woman. She was so experienced in giving, but this was one of the rare times she was laying down and letting the other take care of her needs.
You quickly moved your naked body against hers to position your soaking cunt against hers. Ambessa didn’t even notice what you did before you rolled your hips down against hers.
Her breath caught — and a moan escaped.
She sounded so good. So fucking good.
You just knew she never got this too often before. You vowed to make her feel good.
“Come on, beautiful,” you murmured, “moan, let those pretty sounds out for me. Please?”
Ambessa — entirely caught off-guard by your words and flustered — bit her bottom lip instinctively. Everyone only saw her as a ruthless warlord. No one ever spoke to her like that — not as of recently…
She wanted to hate how it made her feel. But her body betrayed her.
She was soaking between her legs and you used that to your advantage — moving yourself against her. Your arousal mixed with hers in a filthy mixture of juices. The smell of sex was evident in the air — trickling down to the silk sheets.
“Come on,” you encouraged, voice soft and tender, “I just know it you look so gorgeous when you cum.”
Ambessa’s cheeks were visibly red now. She couldn’t help it. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away — as if trying to deny herself of the fact you were making her blush like she’d once done years ago, when she felt loved.
You made her feel loved. Seen. Cared for.
“Don’t—” her voice wavered, the pleasure was immense.
She pinned you down — trying to regain control. Maybe that would help her control her emotions as well. She ground herself against you. You whispered a string of pleasured curses under your breath.
“Fuck, there you go. So pretty… there’s my General.” You said with a soft smile, giving her hip a gentle squeeze.
Ambessa felt her heart thudding hard against her chest. It wasn’t because of the physical exertion of sex. It was because you made her nervous in ways she thought was no longer possible.
“Come on.” You murmured in that voice — so soft, so fucking tender like she were something precious.
Ambessa’s thighs shuddered, muscles tense as she came hard against you. You didn’t let her say anything. You grabbed her jaw and brought her in for a gentle kiss.
She kissed you back, letting you lead this time.
Ambessa’s resolve was crumbling.
And although she hated admitting it aloud — she was in love.
Synopsis: Sevika was always following you around, mostly under the guise of 'hanging out with you' even though it was painfully obvious the woman had a crush on your wife. You couldn't blame her, Ambessa was perfect and oh so hot. Though, you couldn't help but wonder... what would happen if you let Ambessa off leash to have her way with Sevika?
"It's here again?" The sigh that huffs from Ambessa isn't one of annoyance, it's more of acceptance of the situation.
"I'm a she, not an it thank you very much." Sevika quips back quickly. Ever since you met Sevika, her and your wife always bickered and swapped insults. Genuinely they acted like they were the ones that were married, not you and Ambessa.
Dates nights were booked for three because Ambessa knew Sevika would tag along or simply show up, claiming she was bored and lonely and that if Ambessa wanted to steal her only friend she had to steal them both.
For somebody usually so stotic and smart, Sevika couldn't hide her crush to save her life. Watching her scramble for excuse after excuse was painful, though adorable.
"Are you okay with it watching the movie with us, dear?" As soon as Ambessa settles beside you on the couch you move to snuggle into her side, nodding against her chest.
"Yeah she can stay, I don't mind." Sevika watches the two of you with quiet envy, silently wishing it was her in Ambessa's arms. Wishing she was the one being held.
"It's a pity. I was planning on not actually watching this movie..." when Ambessa grips your thigh and hikes it up over her lap, the hardness in her crotch area is undeniable. She was planning on fucking you tonight.
Your wife never bothered to hide her desire and need for you, not infront of anybody. Sevika's jaw was tight, clenched so hard her teeth could chip as she watched on, longing to be the one Ambessa was whispering dirty things too...
"We could always give Sevika a show?" As you suggest the outlandish idea you trace shapes on bessa's abs, softening her up. "You know she's dying to see you in action, Bes."
A small thoughtful hum vibrates against you cheek as Ambessa agrees. "She does have an adorable little crush on me, doesn't she?"
During this whole conversation Sevima sat there silently, defiantly, fists clenched into balls as her cheeks flushed an undeniable shade of red.
"Definitely." You giggle quietly, kissing her cheek before dragging your lips to her ear. "Maybe you should show her what it's like to be owned by you..."
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"Come on now, open up for me. No acting shy now, love." From the couch you watch your wife practically haul Sevika onto her lap like she weighs nothing, which only makes it more arousing because Sevika isn't small and dainty, she's big and broad- just like your wife.
"I don't- this isn't-"
With a hand around Sevika's neck, she turn her head to the side to gain eye contact and control effortlessly. "If I check your panties you're telling me you won't be wet love? Should we check?" Immediately Sevika shakes her head weakly, submitting so easily.
Ambessa takes her time with Sevika kissing and nipping at her shoulder and neck until she finds that sweet spot that makes her shiver and whine needily. "There it is..."
As her mouth works Sevika's neck, marking her up her large hand work deftly to undress Sevika, all while you watch from the opposite couch, t-shirt first then her bra. Somehow you'd expected more of a fight from Sevika, though she was practically putty in your wife's hands. From her posture you could tell she was relaxed, slumped slightly and wiggling around in her lap with need.
Toying and pulling her nipples cruelly Ambessa earns herself a pathetic little whine from Sevika. "Please... please..."
"Please what love? Tell me what you want, what you need." Her hands slide down her chest, fingers brushing over the hardened nipples, sensitive to the touch from being played with until her hands reach her pant buttons.
"Maybe she needs some encouragement, bes." Sliding off the couch you crawl over to the opposite couch, pulling off her pants as Ambessa's hands return to Sevika's chest.
"Of course she does, brat couldn't behave if she tried." The sharp crack of bessa's hand connecting with Sevika's breast echoes through the room, a small almost pleasured sigh falling from Sevika's lips. So she does it again, and again, alternating between left and right.
As Ambessa punishes Sevika for not using her words, you pull her panties down her legs, offering them to your wife like a trophy. "You called it, baby. Utterly drenched."
Sevika flushes as Ambessa holds them up infront of her face, the stench of her arousal filling the room- there was absolutely no chance neither of you could smell them. "Not my fault you're both... weirdly kinky."
"Oh so... it's our fault hm? Help me out love, my hands are a little... preoccupied." Without a word you reach under Sevika to unbuckle her pants and pull them down, Ambessa's own excitement springing free and slapping against Sevika's heat.
"Think she can take it all bes? You've always been huge." Both women groan as you drag your tongue along them, sharing your tongue between Ambessa's cock and through Sevika's sopping folds.
"She will, I'll make it fit. You keep her nice and relaxed for me baby." With your hands you help line Ambessa up with Sevika's entrance then let her take over. Lapping at her clit, Sevika relaxes as bessa slides in, her girth splitting her opwn wider than ever before. "Ohhh my fucking god-"
The dual sensation of you both pleasuring her was something she never thought possible, let alone at the same time like this- and your wife was no less shocked, the feel of your tongue dragging along the underside vein of her cock each time she pulled out only to thrust back up harder was intoxicating.
The mixed taste of pre and Sevika's slick was moreish, you couldn't get enough. Each lick, lap and swirl of your tongue grew with eagerness, drinking down the evidence of arousal from them both.
Seeing Sevika between you two, falling apart and whining like a little bitch was getting Ambessa off, you would know. Her thrusts were already falter in pace, not speed though she was chasing that release. Everytime your tongue dragged over her clit, Sevika would tighten around her shaft practically milking her cock with each upward thurst.
No words were needed, not when Sevika was being so loud, her nails digging into bessa's thighs below, your hands holding her trembling thighs open as you work her upto the edge.
"Fuuuck oh god- oh I'm gonna-" With Ambessa's help you manage to keep Sevika's bulky thighs pinned open as you lick her through her orgasm, lapping up every drop that escapes around bessa's shaft pooling at the base.
"There she is... god you're pathetic." Your wife groans as Sevika tightens around her, prolonging her orgasm from the degradation. Not long after Ambessa follows, flooding Sevika's insides with her warmth. They both collapse backwards, Ambessa to the couch, Sevika to her chest. You kiss your way up Sevika's body until your face to face with her, sweaty and smiling weakly. "Pathetic but adorable. Look bes, she's so worn out. At least she's quiet like this."
"Indeed, maybe I'll have to fuck the bratiness out of her more often hm?" She chides teasingly as she runs her fingers through Sevika's hair- the woman already half asleep, body feeling like jelly after the whole ordeal.
"I'd be more than happy to help, baby." Before standing you give Ambessa a kiss over Sevika's shoulder then head off to the bathroom to run a bath. Maybe Sevika has always been a bigger part of your relationship than you realised...
professor!sevika is the perfect mix of stern and sexy, and you just so happen to fantasise about her day and night. now, what if suddenly one day she decides to take you back to her home?
word count: ~ 2.4k words
content: age gap, professor sev, professor x student, strap, you call her ma’am, slow burn, gentle smut, strap use, teasing, grinding, praise kink, spitting, spit as lube
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“So what does Boyle’s Law say?” Sevika moved in the video, hand precise as she noted down the equation on the board, “pressure of the gas is inversely proportional to the volume occupied by it.”
Your hand rested on your hand, you replayed the same time frame over and over again with your other hand. She looked so good like this— wearing a shirt and slacks… oh, you wished she’d step on you.
Your eyes were dreamy and sleepy both.
“When you plot points in a pressure versus inverse volume, you’ll get a straight line through the origin proving that Boyle’s Law is legit,” she paused, as if she was making sure you understood but in reality you were staring at the mix of grays and blacks on her head and admiring the little gap of her front teeth.
Professor Sevika had a unique way of teaching. She taught the topics with her lectures first, and sent a recording to her students so they could note down at home instead of wasting precious lecture time in the hall. She also highly encouraged students to text her or call her whenever they faced any doubts— something you’d barely ever seen college teachers do.
She was just special…
“If you want to make a solid point on this question, you should use an experiment to explain how Boyle’s Law works— the instruments you’ll need for this experiment is a gas syringe, a water bath, a thermometer, a rubber tube with nozzles on both ends and a pressure gauge. Now remember, your apparatus has to be air tight. Can anyone tell me why?”
You smiled despite yourself and murmured the correct answer, “because we want the volume of the air to be constant.”
Sevika smiled— just slightly— although this was a recording and that was exactly what made this moment feel even more personal than it had the right to be. You sighed deeply, pausing the recorded lecture.
You needed sleep. But more than that, you needed Sevika. What if you texted her?
You quickly scrambled for your phone, and typed in, “ma’am, I have some doubts…”
You didn’t expect her to be active at this time. Your phone read 12:12 AM at the top of your screen. But just as you were putting your phone away, it chimed.
Your eyes widened.
Professor Sevika’s text glowed on screen as if mocking you— “go ahead, ask away.”
“I don’t understand the graph for Boyle’s Law… nor Charles’s Law.” You typed back, “could you please show me it one-on-one, it would be easier for me to grasp the concept.”
Sevika typed. Then the bubble went away, then she was typing again. Then a lonely little bubble that said “4 PM.”
Your heart swelled. Oh my god. You were going to have professor Sevika all to yourself. Well, technically it was only because she was going to explain stupid gas laws to you but that was worth it.
You pushed yourself away from your study desk and headed straight to bed. Even the cold bed felt comfortable when you thought about Sevika’s voice during lecture and the fact you’d be so close to her tomorrow…
And just like that, you finally fell asleep.
-
It was Monday. Class had just ended and students were filing out of the classroom one by one. You waited until the last student had stepped outside before you got up from where you were seated. You walked, steps slow and deliberate before stopping right there in front of the lectern.
“Professor,” you spoke, voice silky without meaning to make it so, “you told me you’d explain the gas laws to me personally…”
“Oh, yes,” Sevika smiled at you, faint and tired as she nodded to the first row, “take a seat.”
You did so, eager eyes staring directly at Sevika. As she proceeded to explain, you nodded and asked the silliest little questions every once in a while just to make it a little more believable than you really had no clue what the gas laws were and how to prove them. She even drew diagrams of the experiment to prove every individual law before she sat down and calmly explained every question you asked her.
“I expect the best from you this Thursday,” she said as she packed up, “I don’t normally explain conceptual notes to students one-on-one.”
You smiled, trying not to blush at her words, “does that mean I’m special?”
Sevika looked up at you, and held eye contact just long enough to hint at something you didn’t really catch before she looked back down where she was tucking the papers away into her drawer, “go home.”
Your heart did a stupid backflip, “okay, ma’am… take care.”
The exam day was rough. You woke up to severe stomach pains. You whined and curled into yourself, and that’s when you felt the dampness under you. Your eyes widened, you shot upright and saw blood on the sheets. Shit, you’d gotten your period.
Between the ache of your period cramps and stressing about the exam you had, you barely could even register the questions right. You had run so late you completely ditched the idea of a painkiller so now that you sat there in the exam hall with an aching abdomen. You read the questions over and over again but you couldn’t make sense of it. What the hell was a cooling curve…?
You remembered it, but you couldn’t specifically remember what you were supposed to write as the explanation of the cooling curve. The exam was horrible to be in search of a better word. Your heart was beating so fast, stomach cramping as you waited for the results a week later. Sevika passed by your desk, your heart skipped a beat. She stopped, turned and quietly put down your paper face down. You slowly picked it up. The big red 65% stared back at you.
Your stomach churned.
“Talk to me after class,” she said simply before walking back to the front of the class.
What did that mean? Was she angry with you? I mean, you expected her to be but you didn’t know why that would make her want to speak with you after class…
-
“Ma’am, I know I probably disappointed you very much with my performance on this exam but I promise I had valid reason and—”
Sevika walked up to you. Closer than she needed to be.
“I know, I saw the painkillers.” Sevika said quietly.
Your cheeks flushed. You didn’t know what to say. You’d never been stared at so deeply.
“I know you feel as if you’ve let me down.” Sevika said softly, “but you didn’t.”
“I didn’t do good,” you mumbled more to yourself than to her, heartbeat stuttering in your chest.
Sevika leaned against the side of a desk, “come here.”
You slowly walked towards her, looking up at her confident grey eyes which held something other than that usual composure. You couldn’t really read it though.
“You did your best under pressure as you could,” Sevika said calmly, “and if that doesn’t meet your expectations because you expected yourself to work perfectly fine even in pain, then you’re too hard on yourself.”
You opened your mouth, maybe to say something but then closed it. Then, with a measured shaky breath you finally managed, “thank you. That actually means a lot.”
“You can let yourself breathe every once in a while,” Sevika said gently, “you don’t have to always be perfect.”
You nodded quietly. The proximity was making your skin feel hot, your cheeks were flushed and suddenly the air conditioner in the room didn’t seem to help you anymore. Her lips were hovering inches away from yours. You couldn’t help yourself.
You leaned it.
Sevika’s lips were surprisingly soft as she kissed you, lips moving slowly as she pinned you to a desk behind you. Your arms came around her hesitantly, feeling her body in your hands as you kissed her deeper. When you pulled away from her for a second, you could see her eyes were half-lidded— full of longing.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” You admitted.
“I have, too, it’s okay,” Sevika whispered.
“But this is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this,” you mumbled.
“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”
“Mmmm, yeah…”
“Would you want to take this to my house?” She asked.
You nodded, “okay… let’s go.”
The tension in the car was palpable as Sevika drove. You just watched her, hands tightly fiddling in your lap. You glanced up, Sevika was driving with one hand. You looked down at her free hand and then looked back ahead.
Sevika caught the way you stared at her hand as if you’d wanted something but averted your gaze due to shyness. Suddenly, you felt the warm grip of her hand on your thigh. You glanced down then back up at her— a smile crossed your lips before you could help it and you looked away again.
“You can say something if you want to,” Sevika said, smirk tugging at her lips but she forced it down.
“I don’t… I’m fine,” you looked out of the window, “u-umm…”
“You’re red in the face.” Sevika remarked.
“I’m fine.”
“Sure.” She sounded so smug when she said that. After a little pause, she said, “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to— just saying.”
“I don’t want you,” you said quickly, then your cheeks flamed red, “that’s—...” You buried your face in your hands, “forget I said that…”
“Will do,” Sevika laughed and looked back at the road.
-
Things led to the bedroom before the two of you even registered it. Sevika’s hands were all over your body, warm and sure of what they were doing as she squeezed and appreciated every curve.
“You look so good,” she moaned under her breath, your crotch pressed on her lower abs.
You smiled, “thank you, ma’am…”
Sevika’s breath hitched when you called her that even in such an intimate setting. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognise just how much older she was in comparison to you, and your dynamics in the college campus. It was just that in the privacy of her bedroom, being called “ma’am” was the last thing she expected.
Sevika slowly traced her hand down to your hip, squeezing it gently, “grind, baby.”
“Do you really want me to?” You asked, placing your hand on her chest, “are you gonna take care of the mess you’re making in my pants?”
“If I say yes, will you be obedient?” Sevika raised a brow.
You didn’t answer, just grinned and started moving. Your pussy rubbed down on the ridges of her abs and even if your panties and pants were in the way, the friction made you get wetter and wetter. Sevika watched the way you moved your body, hips rolling slowly, taking your time on her.
Sevika watched, back leaned on the bed’s headboard. “There you go, gorgeous. Just like that…”
As you slowly moved yourself forward again Sevika grabbed the waist of your pants and panties and pulled them down to take a peek inside.
“Shit, you’re such a mess,” she commented.
“... Fuck me, please,” you muttered, “ma’am”
“You’ve done it.”
It barely took her any strength at all to move you and reposition you according to her own will. She pulled your pants and panties down. You took your own top and bra off— watching her, waiting for her to come fuck you.
“You’ve been preparing for this, isn’t that right?” Sevika asked, voice dark and rasped.
“I hope I haven’t been anticipating too much from you then,” you spread your legs out, reaching down one hand between your legs to teasingly spread your pussy lips.
Your clit twitched, wetness trickling down between your plush folds revealing a very soaked pussy.
Sevika’s breath hitched, “you’re really something, I’ll give you that.”
Slowly, she removed her own clothes, taking her time with it. You watched her. In the dimmed lights of her bedroom, her abs looked even more devourable than they had when you dreamt of her fucking you. But this was reality.
Sevika only got onto bed once she had the strap in hand. She put the harness around her hips, looking down where the shaft jutted out just right. It felt natural.
Her hands rested on your knees, “are you ready, baby?” She asked, looking at you, awaiting consent.
You swallowed, the tension made you feel even more aroused. “Yes, fuck me, ma’am… please. Fuck me.”
The strap entered you slowly, pushing past your folds. Your slit stretched, cunt struggling to accommodate her. Your eyebrows furrowed, hands in the sheets as you held your breath— waiting for her to bottom out.
“I’ll be slow for your first time,” Sevika murmured before she spat on the cock.
Her warm spit mixed with your juices. The strap inched deeper, making you curl your toes. You were whining like a bitch in heat. She was really good in bed— she knew exactly how hard to thrust without overwhelming you.
Her lips landed on your neck, suckling a dark spot there. Your arms came around her broad back, holding her in place as you moaned into her shoulder.
Sevika cradled your back, “that’s it, babygirl. You’re taking me so well,” she groaned out, voice strained slightly.
You nodded, “t-thank you, ma’am. Just— I just wanna be good for you.”
“I know, baby,” she murmured before her hips pistoned forward, driving herself deeper— grazing your g-spot.
The moan you let out was pornographic to save the least. It made Sevika get goosebumps because she was making you feel this good.
“I’m close,” you whispered, voice rasped and urgent.
Sweat beaded at Sevika’s brow and she grabbed your hip with one hand, making you arch your back off the mattress. You did it, head thrown back. Sweat made a few strands stick to your forehead, your nails dug deeper into her back, leaving crescent shaped marks all over her skin.
Sevika revelled in the feeling of it.
“That’s it, baby. Let me watch you come undone for me.” She said, pulling back so she could observe the way the crease between your brows eased, tension leaving your body.
You breathed shakily, trying to take deep breaths nevertheless, “I love you. I love you so much.”
Sevika smiled slightly, tugging you closer so she could kiss your forehead as a gesture of pride— pride in the fact that you could take her so well— and said, “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
That was all you needed to be content for the rest of your life.
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“It wouldn’t kill you to clean around here a bit more often,” you huffed, folding a shirt as you marched to the closet.
“Sorry, babe,” Sevika replied sheepishly, pausing to kiss your forehead before she carried on with whatever it was she was doing— well, going to every corner of the apartment and practising her lines. “Promise I’ll order your favourite for lunch!” She called from the other side of the house.
You stifled a laugh. Sevika thought she could get to your heart with food and in all honesty, she wasn’t wrong. You were a foodie, Sevika knew that solely because of how observant she was as a girlfriend. The sight of food alone made your eyes light up like a child in a candy store.
You opened the closet. “Oh my god. Your cleaning skills are hideous.”
You could hear her giggling away somewhere in the apartment as you sighed and knelt down to tuck the shirt away in a corner you knew she’d never find it again in. That’s when you saw the box.
Oooh, a mysterious box which likely was filled with pictures of baby Sevika!— that’s what your brain had processed. You pulled it closer, a big grin on your face. You glanced around— she was nowhere close by.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the box— only to be met with a bunch of sex toys.
Stuff she’d kept from you all these months of being together.
You stared— like really stared for a while. What the hell was this tentacle looking thing? You picked it up, examining it, turning it over— the function was lost on you. I mean, where were all these inches gonna go?
Definitely not inside you.
You turned to check again— Sevika was standing right there at the doorway.
You almost got a heart attack. “Fuck— sorry—”
“Don’t be.” She walked closer, “I didn’t want you findin’ out that way.”
“I didn’t expect to find a box full of… stuff,” you nodded to it, “don’t tell me you actually know how these—”
“Baby, why else would I have them?”
You turned your head back towards the box full of… weapons, “research purposes.”
“I wasn’t plannin’ on this but—” Sevika said with a hopeful glint in her silver eyes.
You snapped the box shut and pushed it deeper into her closet, “nope.”
“Baby, pleaaaaaaase! We always take it slow.” She collapsed to her knees dramatically, “we won’t even have to proceed completely if you don’t like it,” then with the most exaggerated pout she could muster she went on— “pleeeeease?”
“Sevika,” you laughed softly, getting on your feet, “I’ve never even seen half the shit you keep in that box ever in my life.”
She threw her arms around you, the side of her face pressed against your lower abdomen, “babyyyyyyy…”
You couldn’t help cracking up so hard— you doubled over. Sevika didn’t break character, a big pout set on her lips and puppy eyes on full effect.
“Okay fine.” You rolled your eyes affectionately, “but we’re starting small.”
Sevika grinned so hard, she looked adorable. You couldn’t help smiling too.
“Now, go away! Let me clean up here.”
She kissed your cheek, leaving a dark imprint of her lipstick there before she pushed herself off you and walked away. You watched her leave with a loving smile before turning to the closet— hands on your hips. You sighed. “Messy girl…”
—
You laid there on the bed, watching Sevika as she slowly stripped. She was giving you a show and honestly? You were enjoying it a little too much. Her abs flexed, bronze skin reflecting the ambient lighting of her bedroom a little too good. You couldn’t help salivating at the sight of her full breasts struggling against her sports bra.
She smirked when she caught the way you stared at her, silver eyes glinting with an undertone of gold under the atmosphere.
You returned the smirk, slowly spreading your legs where she could see a noticeable wet patch— cotton underwear damp with need. Your hand reached down and you rubbed yourself through your panties.
“Come fuck me,” you said softly, “I need you so bad…”
“Excited to try out all the new things?” Sevika asked, climbing onto the bed.
You nodded, “but also nervous…”
“That’s normal, baby.” Sevika smiled as she inched closer between your legs.
She kissed you first, her tongue moving into your mouth automatically as if she were on autopilot. You giggled into the kiss, muffled. You both parted for a second, saliva connected your lips to hers.
Sevika tugged at the hem of your top, “take it off?”
You nodded. She helped you take your blouse off followed by your bra. The clothes quickly piled on the floor along with Sevika’s clothes. She picked you up and settled you on her lap as your bare pussy pressed down on her thick muscular thighs.
You moaned and grinned despite the deep blush on your cheeks. “I bet your fans fantasize about being in my place.”
“Yeah? Well, they ain’t ever gonna be because I’m hella content with my goddess of a girlfriend,” she cupped one of your boobs.
“You’re so sweet,” you leaned down and kissed her again.
Sevika kissed you back harder, she squeezed your breast making you whimper into the kiss. You wrapped your arms around her, desperate to feel your warmth. Sevika could feel her thigh getting soaked in your wetness as you started grinding back and forth.
“Oh, you like that, baby?” she asked, voice husky.
You nodded. “Can we use the strap?”
“Oh?” Sevika raised a brow and chuckled, “you’re more enthusiastic than I’d expected but I’m not complaining.”
—
The strap was almost hideously huge. Or maybe that was because you were seeing it like this for the first time. Sevika wore it slowly so she could show you how the harness went around her hips. You watched her put it on with your lips slightly parted from awe.
“Come here, baby. Same position as before.” Sevika said, her voice gentle.
“Like… on your lap?” You asked and she nodded. You crawled back to her and settled on her lap.
Just as you sank down, Sevika used her hand to guide the head of the strap to your entrance. It slipped inside slowly. Almost painfully slowly.
The feeling was odd. It was anything but pleasant.
“Sev— it feels weird.” You murmured before burying your face in the crook of her neck.
“It’s okay, baby,” Sevika rubbed your back with her other hand, “you’re fine. It’s gonna feel a little weird at the start, ’kay?”
You nodded once and went back to burying your face into the crook of her neck. You let out a small whine. “How long do we have to stay like this?”
“If y’want we can start moving but it might hurt. D’you wanna wait a bit more?”
You started moving slowly with Sevika guiding you. Her hand slipped down your back and rested on your hip so she could guide you up and down her cock.
The strap stretched you out in a way you didn’t expect it to. Your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you tried to endure it but then the odd feeling got more intense followed by sharp pain.
You stilled suddenly— “oh my god, Sevika. That hurts like a bitch.”
Sevika stopped. “Too much?”
“I can take it.” You said confidently, “just a little bit, hmm?”
“Yeah, doll, just a bit.” She kissed your neck, “you’re doing really well.”
You giggled, leaning down to press kisses to Sevika’s neck. She leaned her head back to allow you more space. Your lips danced over her warm skin, sucking hickeys that you knew paparazzi would surely catch and make a big deal about but you liked the idea of the public knowing that she had a good fuck last night.
Eventually, the pain vanished almost entirely. It was better now. It felt nice. The stretch felt addictive. You started moving before you could control yourself.
Sevika leaned back, watching the way your tits bounced in motion with your body. You moaned, hair sticking to your forehead with damp strands.
“Oh! Oh! It feels good, Sev. It feels so good!”
“It does, doesn’t it?” She smirked, licking her lips at the sight of your boobs bouncing.
She captured one nipple in her mouth and sucked.
You gasped, one hand instantly grabbing the back of her head to anchor yourself. Her lips started moving in a soft motion, she sucked your nipple harder.
Her other hand stopped guiding the strap once she was sure your body had learnt the movements. It came to play with your other breast instead. Your nipple got tugged, pinched, twisted, pulled.
All you could do was take it and ride her dick like the good girl you were.
And you didn’t mind. You were starting to love this.
—
You were on your side, head thrown to the side, propped up by your elbow— your leg was folded outward so Sevika could hit a deeper angle.
Every thrust of her strap tore a feeble, pathetic moan from you. Sevika pulled back just enough and spat on the shaft of the cock before she slammed it inside.
“Oh, fuck, that’s hot.” You mumbled, making Sevika’s ego inflate.
Sevika held you there, controlling each and every motion of your body as she fucked you harder. You were losing your mind.
Your pussy was stretched around the cock deliciously and the room smelled like sex and sweat.
Sevika’s neck was covered in dark hickeys, sweat running down the valley of her tits and slicking her already smoking hot, rock-hard abs.
“I think I’m cumming.” you whined.
Sevika reached down with a grunt of approval, “do it, babygirl.”
It happened before you could register it and right after you were gone— passed out for a while before you finally regained consciousness.
Once it was over, Sevika pulled you back onto her lap. “Does it ache?” She asked before settling you on her thighs again, “sore?”
You smiled, almost drunken from the pleasure. “That was sooooo good.”
“Yeah, baby? Did you enjoy it?” Sevika affectionately peppered your entire little face with kisses as she cupped it with both hands.
“A lot,” you exhaled deeply, “but I want a shower badly now. I’m sticky…”
hannah : if you don’t remember, i had this series in my @/baeholic account and then i abandoned it when i only had like 3-5 requests left to write, and i never uploaded all my drafts... but because i never saved it in my google docs i lost all those writings. so im back..and redoing the entire 100-drabble-series to make up for that 🧸🩷
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drabble # 1 : werewolf!vika is in heat & knots you
drabble # 2 : g!p doctor sevika fucks you nice and slow because you don’t take your meds
drabble # 3 : gymrat sevika after a long day needs to cool down after a workout
drabble # 4 : wife vika fucks you in her hoodie
drabble # 5 : strap-warming ceo vika
drabble # 6 : dbf sevika has the vibrator to the remote control vibrator
drabble # 7 : face sitting with sevika except she’s subby and shy
drabble # 8 : sucking professor!sevika’s strap off in promise of a better grade
drabble # 9 : mechanic!sevika has a little time on her hands and an insatiable libido
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𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
part i: talk or kiss*
*not a necessary read, but this fic is meant to be a continuation!
‧₊˚── Request: May i request sevika x virgin reader? Sevika walks in on reader humping her(Sevika’s) pillow…🫣 woaah who said that? must’ve been the wind…
Word Count: 6.6k
Content/Warnings: nsfw, virgin!reader, top!sev, bottom!reader, no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader, reader has female anatomy, reader watches porn for like five seconds, so so so much consent, lots of banter, tw: corporate 9-5 LMAO
A/N: right. so. 6k words. and i have a lot to say about them LOL. 1. yes i know i porn is bad but look im not gonna act like i don't break out twitter to watch some lesbians get it on every once in a while okay? 2. i am SO glad i got this request because i've yet to see a fic where the reader was a virgin and wasn't highly highly infantilized, which i am... not a fan of. this reader is grown, knows their body well, and isn't clueless about sex— this was very much intentional. no shade. 3. this fic was very cathartic for me as someone who grew up steeped in purity culture and experienced a huge emphasis both on virginity and the loss of it. it's certainly an interpretation of a very successful first time, and that is to offer comfort to folks who may not have had that, rather than make anyone feel ashamed of what their first time looked like or what their relationship to virginity looks like in the first place. i want people to read my work and feel good— never the opposite— so that feels important to name. 4. in the name of representing what i hope will read as a very healthy approach to someone having sex for the first time, sev may come off a bit ooc. i've got plenty of other iterations of sevika's sexual presence in my handy-dandy masterlist, but if you're looking for some good ol' sweet sev, then without further ado, i hope you enjoy!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──
You're not quite sure when you and Sevika officially started dating.
It happened much like your first kiss— spontaneous, but still entirely inevitable. The kiss shared in her doorway became a kiss on your temple to greet you, hands held whenever you strolled the streets of The Lanes, a spare toothbrush in her bathroom, and the right side of her closet dedicated to your clothes.
And now, you're sprawled out in her bed, watching the morning sun catch the copper metal of her left arm as she pads around the room, getting ready for work.
"You still good to pick Isha up from school?" She muses, feeding a leather belt through the belt loops of her slacks. "No worries if not. Don't want you to feel like that's something you're responsible for."
You softly smile, nuzzling against her pillow.
"I don't mind at all," you reply, voice still thick with sleep. "Jus' feel bad they're keeping you so late. Three hours for a meeting is—"
"Fucking ridiculous," she suddenly spits, looking at you.
You chuckle as she huffs, now fastening her watch onto her wrist.
"I'll tell you what," she continues, "I've never taken a sick day in my life. But a meeting 'til seven o'clock in the evening?"
She walks over to you, interrupting her own train of thought to press a kiss to your forehead before continuing,
"I almost said 'fuck it' and submitted the PTO last night."
"Not too late to call out," you suggest, pulling her in for a kiss that's slow, lazy, and clearly meant to escalate.
But that's the thing.
The two of you haven't had sex yet.
You've never had sex at all.
And Sevika insists that your first time should be more than a frantic quickie.
"You're so chivalrous," you always tell her.
"If I'm not chivalrous, I'm dead," she always replies.
But it's moments like these— moments where she pulls away from a kiss with swollen lips and a hungry gaze— that you wish she'd throw chivalry to the wind and ravage you.
But, alas. She insists on an ordeal. And, unfortunately, there isn't much time for ordeals when there are jobs to work, errands to run, and a six-year-old to take care of.
So, you relent once she says she's going to be late, and watch with a pout as she makes her way toward the bedroom door.
"Don't have too much fun without me," she jokes, one foot already in the hallway.
You snort. "My hand is already halfway down my pants, dude."
She barks out a laugh, shutting the door behind her before making her way down the hall.
You listen closely to boots growing farther and farther away.
You sit up to make sure you catch the sound of the front door being locked from the outside.
And as soon as you hear it,
You're falling onto your back. Pulling out your phone. Reaching for your earbuds.
Watching porn at eight in the morning is certainly not among your proudest moments, but, hey, at least you aren't watching it out loud through your phone's speakers. Pilties aren't the only people with decorum…
You navigate to the page of a couple you've admittedly grown slightly emotionally attached to, and sigh in relief as you reach down to press against the ample arousal already dampening your underwear.
It isn't Sevika's hand tracing circles over your clothed clit. It isn't her above you, stealing your breath away, pressing kisses to lips, your jaw, your collar bone, before trailing down, down, down to the heat between your thighs.
But, Janna, she's all you can think about. Even with the vision of melding bodies and the sounds of their coupling playing on your phone. Especially when you roll your head to the side, press your face into Sevika's pillow, and all you can smell is her.
The jasmine-scented shampoo she hates the smell of, but won't throw away because it'd be a waste. The sea salt and cedar soap you gifted her last year, which she claims is too fancy, but keeps replacing.
You can practically smell her stepping out of the shower now. You can see it, too; steam wafting in from the bathroom, Sevika stepping out in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water beading on bronze skin, her fingers combing strands of dark, wet hair out of her face—
You press your thighs together.
The pressure isn't enough.
So, all of a sudden, you're snatching her pillow out from under your head, rolling onto your side, trapping it in between your legs, and riding it like you did her thigh last weekend.
The postman had interrupted that. If he interrupts this, too, he's a dead man.
You wrap your arms around the pillow, one hand pushing the cushion against your core and the other holding your phone up to your face as you desperately chase your release. It's pathetic, really; the way your hips feverishly buck, the way your brows furrow and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, the way her name tumbles from your mouth in a pleading whisper.
You might be embarrassed by just how pathetic it is if you could think at all.
But you're so lost in it. Too lost to pay attention to the bodies on your screen. Too lost to listen to the mewls and moans playing through your earbuds.
Too lost to hear her rushing down the hallway.
She bursts into the room, and you yelp, shooting up and ripping your earbuds out of your ears.
"Sorry, doll; I left my damn wallet, because of course—"
Her eyes hadn't caught you in their initial sweep of the room.
They're glued to you now.
You, chest heaving, eyes wide, legs squeezed shut.
Her pillow between them.
"Shit. You weren't kidding about having a hand halfway down your pants, huh?"
"I'm sorry," you begin to jabber, "I didn't— I thought you were gone and I didn't hear you come back in and I was just— this morning we were— and then I just couldn't—"
The shit-eating grin on her face softens as she approaches, her voice softening just the same.
"Baby," she coos, mattress dipping where she sits on its edge, "why are you sorry?"
You blink rapidly, scrambling to find your words through thoughts racing as fast as your heart.
"I just… I-I don't know," you stammer, mortified. "This is…"
You look over at the now-paused video on your phone, down at the pillow in between your legs, and back up at her.
"This is really embarrassing," you finally exhale.
"Is it?"
You punch out a single laugh, incredulous.
"Is it? Yes, it is! You just walked in on me riding your pillow! That's— ugh!"
You bury your hands in your face, cheeks burning.
She leans in to press a kiss to your head. Then, one to your temple.
Then, one to the soft skin just below your ear.
She lets her lips brush its shell as she husks,
"You don't think I find it super fuckin' hot that you got this riled up over a kiss?"
Your head pops up because that statement is, frankly, offensive.
"It was not just a kiss, Sevika. Your hand was about two inches from my—"
"You're right," she smirks. "I didn't even have to touch you, and here you are, writhing against my pillow like you're in heat."
That statement is infinitely more offensive.
And, unfortunately, it also goes directly to your clit.
You scoff. Roll your eyes. Grumble, "You're so mean."
But your thighs press together even harder.
And Sevika notices, because of course she does. She knows exactly what she does to you.
And she's just decided it's high time she does something about it.
"Gimme a second," she mumbles, reaching into her back pocket for her phone.
You watch, confused, as her thumbs dart across the screen.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" She replies, placing her phone on the nightstand before reaching down for the laces of her boots. "I'm calling in sick so I can stay home to fuck you."
Right.
Naturally.
"… Is that alright?" She inquires, observing your slack-jawed expression with an air of confusion, like you're the one who's lost their mind.
"I… you…"
And finally, you burst into laughter.
"You called in sick to take my virginity?"
"There you go," she smirks. "Now you're getting it."
"Sevika," you guffaw. "This is… You did not need to do that."
"I know I didn't need to," she replies.
But the dress shirt that's already been yanked off and thrown into the pile of laundry across the room signals that she damn sure wants to.
"I'm serious, Sev."
She looks up from peeling her socks off to find that you're starting to curl into yourself— that you're wringing your hands, that your eyes are landing anywhere but on her.
That you're nervous.
"Hey. Look at me."
She plants a hand on your thigh, squeezing twice.
A shaky breath escapes you as you meet her gaze, your cheeks prickling with heat.
"You call the shots here," she asserts. "If all you wanna do is lay in bed and watch some rich housewives bitch at each other, we can do that instead."
"You called outta work for me, baby," you chortle. "I'm not gonna make you watch shitty TV with me all day."
She rears back, feigning deep offense.
"I beg your pardon. The Real Housewives is the pinnacle of modern television, and I, for one, happen to enjoy watching rich housewives bitch at each other."
You laugh because Sevika's not kidding. She's very invested in the current fallout of Patricia's latest fundraiser flop.
"I was already halfway to calling out as soon as I realized I'd left my wallet here," she admits. "Seein' you curled up in bed all hot and bothered definitely sealed the deal, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that anything has to happen. You don't owe me a thing."
"No, no," you shake your head, "I want to. I want to have sex. I just…"
You sigh, and she smiles, warm and patient and encouraging.
"I'm just nervous, I guess," you say with a bashful chuckle.
"Makes sense," she nods.
"And it feels silly," you continue, "because it's not like we haven't done anything."
"'S not stupid."
"But what if I'm not good at it? Or… or I can't finish, or I make weird noises, or—"
"Y/n."
Sevika's voice is stern as she interrupts, but the moment your eyes meet hers, a grin tugs at her lips.
"Number one: There's no such thing as being 'good at sex.' 'Good' is subjective. Everyone likes something different. Your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Understand?"
"Yeah…"
"Good. Number two: Please refer back to point number one, which states that your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Your job isn't to come. Sex doesn't have to be about coming at all. We'll do what feels good for as long as we want, and if we get an orgasm or two out of it? Great. If not? No sweat. The goal is just to have a little bit of fun. Okay?"
A smile of your own tentatively stretches across your face as you nod.
"Okay. Number three:"
She pauses for a moment, like she knows you'll get a kick out of what comes next.
And she's right. When she suddenly declares that,
"The weirder the noises, the better."
You can't help but snort.
"I'm serious. None of that fake pornstar moaning bullshit. I would genuinely rather you sound like a dying animal than be in my bed faking moans."
A look of betrayal flashes across her face at the mere thought, and you can't help but throw your arms around her neck as you laugh.
Her arms snake around your waist, her hold firm, her low chuckle soothing as it rumbles through you.
"Hey," she murmurs, pulling you back to look at her. "We still don't have to do anything."
"I know," you nod.
And before you can help it, you're leaning in.
Your body buzzes as your lips press against her own. Her mouth is soft and sweet. The kiss is, too.
Until she pulls away just enough for you to share breath for a moment. Until her bottom lip brushes against your own, until she catches it between her teeth, until her tongue is in your mouth and your hands are in her hair and you're only pulling away again because your lungs are empty.
That's when she gives you the look. The one she gave you as she guided your rolling hips against hard muscle before the postman knocked. The one she gave you this morning before you both remembered that her 9-5 exists, and it was already 8:45.
The one that always makes you think,
I need her to fuck me.
But this time, that sentiment escapes you— barely— an "I'm ready," that's just above a whisper and sounds more like a plea than anything.
Still— this time, it isn't just a desperate thought. This time, it's real. You're ushered to lean back onto the pillows propped up against the headboard, and your heart pounds, because this is actually happening.
"Comfortable?" Sevika asks, standing to undo her belt and take off her slacks.
"Yeah," you exhale, breath quaking.
"Nervous?" She knowingly smiles, climbing back onto the bed, now donning nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs, a racerback bra, and a pair of socks.
"Mhm," you smile back, eyes tracking her as she lies down next to you and props herself up on an elbow.
Her free hand reaches up to cradle your face, the metal especially cool against the warmth of your skin.
"That's okay," she assures you, her thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. "Nerves are fine. You just let me know if they start feelin' bad and you wanna stop, yeah?"
"Okay."
"Okay," she echoes with a grin. "You good if we pick up where we left off now? 'Cause I really like having your tongue in my mouth."
You weave your fingers through the silky strands at the nape of her neck and pull her toward you, your lips crashing together.
Your teeth clack as you smile against each other's mouths, and though you're hundreds of kisses removed from the first one you shared with Sevika, it feels like you're right back on the couch in her living room, where you learned how to do this in the first place.
Your legs tangle as she swings one of hers over one of yours, but suddenly, you're lurching away.
"Dude," you scold. "Socks in bed? Take those off, you freak."
For a long moment, Sevika stills, thrown by the sudden condemnation.
"Seriously?" She narrows her eyes. "You're on my ass about socks in bed right now?"
"Seriously. Take 'em off if you want a piece. Non-negotiable."
She laughs in disbelief.
She takes them off anyway.
Because, yes, she absolutely does want a piece.
"Alright," she chuckles, flinging the last sock onto the pile. "Your first non-negotiable. I appreciate your communication."
You hum in acknowledgement as she leans back in to kiss you, and with her socks officially off and the sensory nightmare safely dodged, her legs are quickly tangled with yours once more.
Like muscle memory, her thigh ends up pressed against your clit, and you suck in a breath of air.
"This okay?" She immediately asks.
"Yeah," you reply in between kisses. "It's perfect."
A single rut against her thigh elicits a sigh of contentment; of relief.
This is already better than her pillow by a long shot.
"Can we keep doing this for a little bit?" You ask, your hips now rocking steadily back and forth. "I really like it… Makes me really wet."
The groan Sevika lets out makes you even wetter.
"Fuck— course we can, baby. You can have whatever you want. You just tell me, and I'll make it happen."
You nod as her lips follow the path of your jaw down to the column of your neck. She's breathing heavy against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere and everywhere she can.
She bites.
"Marks okay?"
"Mhm."
She sucks.
And by the time she comes back up to look at you with swollen lips and pupils blown wide, you're littered with blooming bruises.
"Janna," you chuckle breathlessly. "You tryin' to eat me?"
"Can I?"
Your eyes snap to each other's.
The insinuation isn't lost on you. You know what she's really asking for— and she looks surprised, like she hadn't meant to ask at all.
So you pause.
"Are you asking to eat me out?"
Sevika lets out an airy chuckle, and you swear you see the tips of her ears go red.
"Only if that's something you're comfortable with. Up to you."
You give her a grin.
Hook your thumbs around the waistband of your underwear and pull them down your legs.
And as you toss them to the floor, you nod,
"You can eat me out. I want you to eat me out."
She perks up like a puppy who just heard "treat."
"You sure?" She breathes, still as a statue until you give her another nod.
But the moment you do?
"Oh, fuck," she sighs, scooting down to begin pressing a line of kisses down your stomach.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she chants.
You grin, running your fingers through her hair. "Someone's excited."
"No, you don't understand," she shakes her head, hovering just over your mons. "This is, like, my favorite shit ever."
You can't help but giggle, but a gasp intercepts as she gets close enough for you to feel her breath on your cunt.
Her head snaps up, her eyes locking onto you.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," you shakily reply. "I'm okay. It's just… new. I feel exposed," you chuckle.
"Yeah," she snorts. "That's why some folks don't like this. Having someone's face right in your vagina is, uh…"
She doesn't finish her sentence before you burst into a fit of laughter, and she's quick to follow in her own.
"It's a lot," she concludes. "You still want to try it?"
"Oh, yeah," you nod quickly. "I do. I'll let you know if I wanna stop."
She grins, proud.
"Sounds good, sweetness."
She wraps her arms around your legs, and your hands find purchase in the sheets, the clench of your fists grounding as your body begins to buzz with anticipation.
"Some people like for their partners to start at their thighs. Other people like for their partners to dive right in," she explains. "You got a preference?"
You think for a moment, eyes squinting.
"Start at my thighs," you decide.
So Sevika nods and places a kiss on your inner thigh, and you yelp.
"Nope. Nevermind. That tickles so fucking bad."
Her head drops as she laughs, her hands massaging the plush of your thighs instead.
"Dive right in, then?" She asks, looking back up at you with an amused smile.
"Yeah," you smile back. "Go for it."
Her flesh hand squeezes your thigh one last time before it lets go.
"Can I use my fingers to spread you open?"
She watches your pussy clench in response.
"Is that a yes?" she smirks.
You hide your face with your arms.
"I hate you," you mutter, but she can see your smile peeking out.
"Yes or no, baby doll?"
You uncover your face, and the adoring smile she wears almost makes you feel more exposed than having her so close to the heat between your thighs.
"Yes," you whisper, breath stolen. "Go ahead."
She nods, allotting you one more moment to change your mind if that's what you want to do.
But your anticipatory gaze doesn't relent, so her eyes drop down to your cunt, and,
"Damn. You do get real fuckin' wet riding my thigh."
Before you can scold her for teasing, she places her middle and ring fingers at your opening, and slowly glides them upward, spreading you apart in the process.
You jolt at the sensation. Her middle finger brushes over your clit, and you jolt again— this time, with a hiss.
"How's that feel?" She purrs, eyes still trained on your lower lips.
You let out a deep sigh, and with it, your body relaxes.
Sevika smiles to herself.
"Good," you nod. "Really good. Way different than touching myself."
"Yeah," she agrees, looking up at you, "it is really different."
She looks back down and draws a slow circle across your clit with the pads of her fingers, and a low whine escapes you.
"When you touch yourself," she asks, "do you like the feeling of your fingers on your clit, or around it?"
"Around it," you quickly confirm. "It's too much when I'm right on it."
"Heard," she nods. "I'll keep that in mind."
She leans down to press a kiss to your mons, her nose tracing an imaginary line down to your cunt.
Her mouth is hovering just over your clit when she pauses to ask if you're ready.
And as soon as you say yes, her tongue is on you, flat and soft as it follows the trail her fingers had left; up through the slick gathering at your entrance, and around your clit once.
"O-oh," you shiver, one hand darting to grab at her hair. "That's…"
Good. So fucking good.
Your cunt tingles with every sensation; the warmth of her breath, the heat of her tongue. It's like nothing you've ever felt, and the loss of contact leaves you throbbing for more already.
"That okay?" She asks.
"Okay" is the understatement of the fucking century. In fact, that's what you might have said if one swipe of her tongue hadn't already left you reeling.
But right now, all you can reply with is,
"Please keep going."
And Sevika is more than happy to oblige.
She mimics her previous motion, sliding her tongue through your folds and around your clit before dragging it back down again. She does this two, three, four more times, before her tongue begins lapping around your clit in slow, sloppy circles.
You groan, hips already bucking into her mouth, grip tightening in her hair.
"Oh, yeah," you nod. "That's good shit."
She can't help but chortle into you, and you join her, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back against the pillows.
"Fuck, you're good at this," you breathe.
She places a kiss on your clit before pulling away to respond.
"Only 'cause you're good at telling me what you like."
"You're so humble," you lazily grin, releasing your grip on her hair to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "What about you, though? Do you like this?"
"Do I like this?" She repeats, not even bothering to conceal how ridiculous she finds that question.
"Yeah," you shrug. "I just wanna make sure you're enjoying yourself, too."
"Oh, baby," she replies, her voice low. "I'm exactly where I wanna be."
And with that, her mouth is on you again, her tongue returning to its path of circles around your swollen clit.
She hums in contentment against it, and you twitch. She wraps her lips around it and gently sucks, and your breath stutters. She swipes her tongue up and down against it, and—
"Ooh—"
A sound of disapproval escapes you as your hips jerk away.
"Too much," you explain.
"Too direct?" She asks, looking up at you.
"Yeah. Too direct."
"Sorry, doll." She presses a kiss to your thigh. "Thanks for tellin' me. You wanna keep going?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh, your head falling back against the pillows, and your thighs falling further apart. "I do."
She goes back in with a flatter tongue, lapping at the arousal between your lips and tracing the hood of your clit, but making a point not to slide her tongue directly over it again.
And it feels so, so good.
She wrings pleasure from the swollen bud with every swirl. Every nerve lights up with each stroke. And soon enough, your breath picks up, your body starts to twitch, and you go taut.
"Oh, fuck," you sigh, covering her hands with your own.
She slides her hands around to the backs of your thighs before pushing them toward your chest— just enough to spread you open even more as she gets lost in how you taste.
"Oh, god," you whine, abs tightening as the knot in your belly tightens, too.
"Mhm," she nods against you.
She snakes her arms around your waist and pulls you close against her face, hunched over as she eats you like a woman starved— completely lost in how you feel, how you taste, how you sound.
And when you open your eyes and see her brows knit together in pleasure, her plush lips around your clit, her tongue darting out to circle it—
"I think I'm gonna come."
The words tumble out, high-pitched and airy.
"Fuck— fuck, Sev, I'm gonna— wait—"
She snaps out of her trance in an instant.
"You okay?" She pants, unraveling her arms from around you. She sits back on her haunches, giving you plenty of space, hands resting patiently on your upper thighs as you catch your breath.
"Yeah," you beam, reaching out to stroke her forearm. "God, I'm… I'm perfect. That was perfect. I just…"
Her eyes are wide and concerned as she waits for the rest of your sentence.
"No— it's not bad, babe," you chuckle, "I just, um… I think I want your fingers in me first. If that's okay."
Her eyes go even wider.
"Yeah?" She exhales. "You ready for that?"
"I think so, yeah. I, uh… I'm pretty fuckin' certain I'm wet enough for it, so…"
"Oh, yeah," she grins, looking down at the mess she made. "I can attest."
"Are you good with that?" You ask again. "Moving onto that, I mean?"
"Absolutely," she nods, decisive. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."
You nod back, pulling her toward you by the forearm you're still grasping.
"Yeah," you confirm. "I want you inside me, please."
She trills her lips, shaking her head as she settles in between your open legs and props herself up with her mech arm.
"You're so fucking good," she mutters, almost in awe. "You know that?"
She leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you moan at the taste of yourself all over her mouth.
"Do you know how fuckin' good you've been for me?"
Another kiss.
"Can I touch you, baby?" She murmurs against your lips. "Will you show me how to fuck you so I can keep making you feel good?"
Your breath shudders as you nod fervently.
"Yes," you pant. "Yes, please. Please touch me. I'll show you how. I'll show you, baby, I—"
You inhale sharply as she palms your cunt.
Your legs snap closed around her waist, and she leans down, breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you.
"Easy, love," she coos. "Spread your legs for me, please?"
You nod, your legs falling back open as you reach up to wrap your arms around her neck.
"There we go..."
She parts you with her middle and ring fingers, dragging them up through ample arousal before catching your clit.
"Do you finger yourself much?" She asks, fingers moving up and down in soft, slow strokes on either side of the button between them.
"Mm-mm," you shake your head with a whine, chasing her movements with your hips. "I usually—"
You moan shakily as she moves from up-and-down strokes to tight circles.
"I usually focus on my clit," you pant. "Doesn't really feel like much when I— hm— when I go inside."
"Okay," she notes. "Is it ever uncomfortable?"
Her fingers still, and suddenly, you're able to focus.
"Sometimes, yeah," you nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm still pretty… I don't know… tight, I guess? And it's not like I really bother with much foreplay when I'm trying to get the job done myself."
"I hear you," she grins. "You're plenty wet already, which helps— obviously— but if we need lube, I've got it, and I have no qualms with using a shit-ton of it."
"Okay," you chuckle, your stomach flutttering.
"I'll start real slow. I'm talkin', annoyingly slow. You'll probably get impatient and start rushin' me, and I won't let you, and then you'll get aggravated with me for a few minutes 'cause you're spoiled and it's my fault, but you'll thank me later, okay?"
You laugh harder.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I get it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, Sevika," you smile, wiggling your hips.
"See?" She raises her brows. "There you go already. I'm not even inside you yet."
You raise your brows, too.
"You wanna fix that?"
She sucks her teeth in reproval, a begrudging smile breaking out on her face.
"Sure," she speaks lowly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. "I can fix that."
Her middle finger slides down to rest at your entrance, circling once.
"Real slow, okay?" She repeats, suddenly very focused; and now, you're suddenly very nervous.
"Okay."
The word comes out so shaky that she pauses, looking up at you with furrowed brows.
"You okay, my baby?"
"I'm okay," you stiffly nod. "It's just, like… I don't know… It's happening."
Her expression softens.
"I know it's not a big deal," you chortle, getting shifty. "No bigger a deal than having your mouth on me for the first time. Like, I don't even think I'm really a virgin anymore after that— but what even is virginity when only vulvas are involved, and—"
"Y/n?"
"Yep?"
"You're spiraling."
"I know."
And thank Janna, you both break out into laughter and the tension starts to melt.
"You're right," she begins. "It's not a big deal. But it is new. And, to be fair, it's kinda hard to unlearn all the weird emphasis people put on someone else being inside you for the first time, so, yeah. I bet this specific moment does feel really big."
You nod, sharply exhaling.
"But hey," she says, dipping down to catch your eye. "We're just trying somethin' new. That's all this is. You and me, trying somethin' new. Exploring each other's bodies—"
"No." You shake your head and curl your lip in disgust. "You're being weird. Don't be weird."
"There we go," she croons, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Now you're back."
You roll your eyes with a reluctant smile before reaching up to press a kiss to her cheek in return.
"You ready for me?" she smiles.
"Yeah… ready."
You take a deep breath in through your nose and sigh.
"Good breath, baby," she remarks.
And then, the tip of her finger breaches your entrance.
You tense on instinct.
Her voice is soft as she speaks again.
"Gimme another one?" She asks.
And as soon as you exhale, you earn another few centimeters of her finger.
Sevika wasn't exaggerating. The pace she sets is torturous. By the time you're squirming, she's only a knuckle deep.
"Patience," she coos.
You huff in response. "I didn't even say anything."
"You were about to. I could feel it in my bones."
"You're so annoying."
"Let me finish working you open and get to fucking you, and then we'll see how you feel."
You pulse around the length she's given you so far.
"Yeah?" She lowly teases. "That sound like a plan?"
It isn't fair. Before you can offer a retort, she pushes in deeper, and you choke on a moan instead.
She dips down to nip at your earlobe, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds even lower this close to your ear.
"That's right, baby. Just take me. Just like this."
She sinks in to the second knuckle, and your jaw goes slack, your brows knitting together in equal parts focus and pleasure.
The stretch is a dull ache, but it isn't painful. Not at all. It's the satisfaction of working out a tight muscle after a run, or kneading a knot in your shoulder. It's deep, and resonant, and delicious.
"How you feelin', sweet thing?" She asks.
You swallow, wetting your lips as you nod.
"Really good," you whisper. "This feels really good."
"Different, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," you chuckle airily. "Super different. When I do it myself, it's like… like I can only feel what my fingers are feeling, you know? But this is… All I can focus on is… All I can feel is you."
Your walls flutter around her, and you moan, feeling dizzy. You reach down to grab her wrist, and you pull her hand forward, her finger sinking deeper. The further intrusion— the muted sting it produces— pulls a hiss from in between your teeth, but just as quickly, your head falls back against the pillow as you melt into the sensation, craving more of it, chasing after it.
Your hips rut up against her hand of their own volition, and before you can help it, you've settled into a steady rhythm, breath growing labored as you fuck yourself on her finger.
You reach down with your other hand, anchoring it to her forearm, pulling her even closer— deeper— until suddenly, you freeze, gasping at the feeling of her palm flush against you.
With wide eyes, you look down to find that every inch of her finger has disappeared.
And when you look up at her, she's already staring back with raised brows and a knowing grin.
"That's everything. You're takin' it all."
"Are you serious?" You pant.
"Last time I checked," she teases, looking down at where you swallow her. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah," you blurt, surprised. "I… yeah. That didn't hurt bad. Like, at all."
"It's not supposed to," she shrugs. "Not if you take your time. Not if you're patient. And you," she purrs, leaning down to kiss you before continuing, "were very, very patient."
You giggle, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her back.
Your tongues meet in a lazy dance, swirling around each other.
You break away and bring your thumb to her bottom lip, tracing its curve.
"Well," you reply, "you were making it very, very hard."
The lines at the corners of her eyes deepen as she grins.
"You still did good…"
She leans down to trace the bridge of your nose with the tip of her own.
"Do one more thing for me?"
"Hm," you lazily hum.
And then Sevika asks you to touch yourself.
"Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Reach down and show me what you do when I'm not here?"
You laugh, airy and shocked. "You're dirty."
You reach down, anyway.
"I'm curious," she smirks.
So you sate her supposed curiosity, your fingers moving over your clit as her finger remains still inside you.
"Good job, baby," she praises. "You still feelin' good?"
"Oh, yeah," you sigh.
"You want me to start moving?"
"Oh, yeah."
And finally, she eases her finger out to her second knuckle, making your breath hitch.
But when she plunges it back into you, curling it up toward your belly and flexing to massage the velvet under her fingers, you lose your breath completely.
"Oh, fuck," you keen, choking on your own words. "That's—"
Her next thrust punches a moan out of you, a sharp inhale following in its wake.
"That's so good, baby," you nod, wrapping your legs around her waist. "That feels so fucking good."
"Yeah?" she breathily encourages. "You like it?"
"I love it," you gasp.
"Oh, you love it?" She chuckles darkly. "You take it so good, too, baby— fuck, you feel so good."
Touching yourself is one thing. Having her inside of you is another. But both, at the same time?
It's intoxicating. Overwhelming. Addictive.
Every time you run your fingers over your aching clit, your walls convulse around her. Her finger works you open, pushing through resistance with a delicious pressure and slipping back out again.
The noise coming from in between your thighs is lewd— wet— mingling with the sound of labored breaths layering over one another.
And soon, your whiny moans join the chorus.
"Faster?" You plead; and she quickly obliges, losing herself in the warmth of your cunt.
"Like this?" She rasps, burying her finger to the hilt before pounding into you with short, deep strokes.
You let out a cry, your entire body beginning to tense as your fingers fly over your slippery clit.
For a moment, you can't manage words when every thrust is forcing a guttural moan from deep in your belly, but then, Sevika warns,
"You gotta talk to me, or I'm gonna stop."
You nearly sob at the thought.
"No! No, please— I'm so fucking close, Sev, please don't stop…"
"I've got you, babydoll," she coos, leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. "I've got you. I'm not stopping."
The hand that remains around her shoulder holds on for dear life, your nails digging into the firm muscle— and at that, Sevika lets out a moan of her own.
"God, you're so fucking good," she grits. "So fucking perfect."
Your muscles are wound impossibly tight. Your chest heaves with desperate breath. The cord in your belly is about to snap.
Sevika can feel it, too— can feel the way you're starting to clamp down around her finger.
By the time she says something, you're clamped down on her finger so tightly she can hardly move it.
"This still workin' for you, baby?"
And at that moment, you come harder than you ever have in your fucking life.
Your legs shake. Your cunt flutters incessantly. Deep pleasure rolls through your body in shockwaves.
And with one final jerk, you push her hand away before going limp against the pillows.
Everything goes fuzzy around you, your reality diminished to the sound of your pulse thrumming in your ears and the distant feeling of Sevika's hands kneading your hips.
You're not sure if the world went black because you were squeezing your eyes shut, or because you came so hard you couldn't fucking see, but regardless, when your vision returns, the first thing you see is her.
Awestruck. Smitten. Proud.
"Okay," she exhales. "I'll take that as a yes."
The two of you share a moment of stunned silence.
And then, you're both giggling, breathless and giddy as you wrap your arms around each other, and all you can think is,
Thank God she left her wallet.
"Fuck," you sigh. "Yeah. That was definitely preferable to pathetically riding your pillow."
"I don't know," she mumbles, rolling onto her back. "I think the pillow riding would've been pretty hot, too. Kinda sad you screamed and threw your phone across the room before I got to see it in action, you know?"
"Not fuckin' funny, dude."
You scrub your hands down your face before burying yourself in her chest.
"What were you watching, anyway?" She ponders under her breath, reaching for the phone that had since fallen to the floor beside the bed.
"Hey!" You frantically scold. "Don't look at my phone!"
But she's already falling halfway off the bed to do exactly that— and just before you succumb to mortification for the second time this morning, Sevika chimes:
Okay but you're like the only creator I have seen do Sevika ✂️ and I NEED more so this is a formal request that you would please do a fandic of Sevika and Reader just having "fun" with plot. If not I completely understand. Bye honey!
Sevika x F! Reader// NSFW// Tribbing
A/N: Heyyy thereeee!! sorry for the late response, I’ve been stumped for days. I could not for the life of me come up with a plot that made sense. So I just wrote smut! I’m so sorry, I tried to think of a plot for days. I’ll work on being creative! This definitely gave me a reality check. I hope you enjoy the horni.💔
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“Spread that pussy f’me baby” Sevika lustfully murmurs softly, her large hand gripping your jaw as Her grey eyes stare deeply into yours. Your hand obediently move downwards to your swollen pussy, spreading the with both hands “Jus’ like that, let me see that fucking clit” Sevika pulls back from you and tilts her head towards your pussy, she spits a glob of saliva right onto your clit causing you to shutter “Now fucking rub it in” you do. “Such a pretty little cunt baby, look at you.”
she releases her hand from your jaw and reaches down to your pussy.
You could feel your pussy juices being clenched out of your pussy and onto coating your puckered asshole- Sevika had half the mind to reach down and lick it clean.
Sevika hisses as she reaches down and thumbs through your slick folds” goddam baby, pussy’s a fuckin’ faucet, bet it’d feel so fucking good rubbing pussy’s” You could only let out a “ngh” with desperate little nods of your head. Sevikas face remained intense, her brows furrowed and her mouth slight agape in arousal. “Use your words.”
“Yes, please, my pussy hurts so fucking bad” you cry out, gyrating your hips in hopes of relief. This only pulled a smirk out of sevika.
She seems lost in thought before she cooingly rasps out “You poor thing, you sound so desperate to rub one out.” she catches you off guard by flipping you both over. You’re on top.
Sevika grabs the back of her knees and pulls them to her chest displaying her puffy wet cunt, you could smell the musk of her arousal, your mouth watering “c’mon, have at it. Rub that pussy on me. Make that shit filthy, I wanna hear how fucking wet our fucking pussy gets while they make out baby.” Sevika groans out, arousal evident in her tone, you let out a barely audible gasp, before letting out a desperate mewl and nodding.
Her pussy was a filthy sight, her hard clit sticking out of her fat pussy lips, her pubic hair untamed, and her entrance oozed her slick leaking down onto her puckered asshole. You debated if you really wanted to rub your pussy’s together or eat her out like a fucking dog in heat. Instead, You quickly slot your drooling cunt onto hers, you both automatically releasing a filthy hiss. “oh my god you.Feel.so.fucking.good.” You moan out with each word you harshly thrust your clit onto hers. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and your movements erratic yet sluggish with pleasure. You become downright rabid as your pussy is nearly engulfed by sevikas warm, wet lips.
Sevika let out a soft “Oooooh fuck baaaby” eyebrows knitted together as her mouth drops open. Her hips twitch upwards as she grabs your asscheek with her right hand pushing you forward onto her clit harder, her left arm up hold the head board, her heavy tits bouncing, dark nipples looking so fucking hard and delectable, and her hard abs that were clenching sporadically.
“Fuck vika, this pussy is so wet f’me.Feels s’fuckin good- s’good. Don’t ever wanna stop.” you deliriously moan your hands pushing down on the back of Sevika’s knees, staring at her pussy rub against yours, you change your rhythm and begin rolling your hips in circles. It was like you were like a fucking bunny in heat.
And sevika? She bit off more than she could chew. Her eyes are rolled back, chin tucked to her chest as it heaves and her abs twitched, she’s drooling and she can’t seem to stop thrusting her hips to meet yours which felt impossible. She completely surrendered to your thrusting, both her arms move to your ass aiding her attempts to hump you. She’s absolutely delirious. She grabs your jaw pulling you down to her mouth to sloppily shove her tongue into your mouth. Tongues deep in each others throat, teeth’s clashing while you hump each others pussy’s greedily.
Sevika pulls back with hitch in her breath, mouth falling Open again, eyes droopy “ohh baby ooooh baby baby, you’re so fucking good, Fffffuuuck m’gonna cum, baby m’gonna fuckin cum all on your fucking pussy” sevika moans out her voice guttural, she emphasizes this by thrusting up with less rhythm, and more grind. She was literally humping you and nodding her head as if she’s giving her pussy permission to cum. Her moans are choked out, she couldn’t rip her gaze from your wet pussies gliding together her face in a pathetic “o”. Her eyebrows were pinched in way that only happened when she was about to cum.
“Yesyesyesyes, gimme your cum, let me milk your fucking pussy mommy. Your fucking pussy’s s’fucking good, so fucking good, I need to drown in that fat fucking pussy” You babble out, you can’t shut your mouth up- it’s as if your mouth was an open faucet. Sevika let out a choked moan, gripping both hands on your asscheeks and humping harder. Her toes curl and her pussy clenches harder and harder; clit throbbing in a painfully delicious way. She felt like she was floating; eyes glossed over and dazed. Her moans sound more punched out she kept repeating “fuck fuck fuuck” deliriously under her voice, as she desperately humps up.
“Oh my- oh my god right there, right there baby right fucking there, keep rubbing your fuckin clit on me like that n’ m’gonna fuckin’ cum- ohhhh myyy godd- nghcummin’-” Sevika’s back deeply arches as she lets out a guttural roar, it looked like she was fucking possessed, her eyes are completely rolled back as her body releases, her clit uncontrollably twitches as her pussy squirts all over your pussy, and thighs. Whilst you continue your delirious humping, which has gotten faster due to how fucking hot Sevika looked while squirting, She lets out “auhhh auuuhhh”, her body jerking as her juicy clit continues to catch onto yours. You Lean down to suck on her hard nipples, amplifying yet distract her shot nerves.
You release her nipple, saliva connected your mouth to it “yes baby, you look so fucking hot squirting all over my pussy, such a dirty fucking slut, just fr’me ohhhh myyy go-” you squeal out as sevikas hands that grip your ass grind harder on you triggering your intense orgasm, your head falls back as your body jerks hard and your deeply grind in a scooping motion onto sevikas, now sensitive, pussy. You body is halted as the orgasm shoots up your spine so fucking deliciously, you’re mind hazy. Sevika rubs her pussy on you through your orgasm, completely overstimulating her pussy even more- as she’s twitching.
Sevika mewled out as her body jerked one last time before you release her legs and collapse on top of her. You both lay dazed for a good while, deeply reflecting on what the hell just happened.
Sevika let out a deep exhale, then a laugh of disbelief, before finally speaking, “Holy fucking shit” her chest rapidly moving up and down, she’s looking down at you with a surprised smirk. “You nearly rode me through the fucking mattress”
“Yeah” you reply on top of her, your chest heaving. With a love struck expression on your face, you look up to her, before lazily asking. “ Can I eat you out?”
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A/N: So 😗 I was writing this for days, I’m my own self critic so I kept hating how it came out. Like Adele said “gooo eaaassy on me”- but lowkey as I was finishing it up…I accidentally turned myself on. So maybe this is a good sign.💔💔
omg i looove ur writing and hoepfully ur feeling better after all the controversy with u!!! could you write about southern!sevika and city girl!reader having a rivalry abt their ways of living. and the they settle it by fuckin and sevika squirts 🥹🤞🏽
yeah i do feel a bit better now that things have sorta calmed down and shit but my love life is still in shambles and my ability to trust people is only increasingly getting worse 😭💔 thank you for sticking around and thank youuuu 😭😭 i love ur blog alsooo this has gotta be one of my fave requests 😋
tribbing, squirting, arguing, hate sex ?, reader is in college, playful banter, mean!sevika, overstimulation, slight very slight cnc // art cred goes to olgasnoww on twt
You didn’t even know why you came on this college field trip. Southern heat was no joke, and as you got out of the bus, fanning your face with your hand.
“Good Lord…” you looked around, “should’ve stayed home. I already miss the city.”
“It’s not too bad,” your friend said, looking down slowly to register your shoes, “maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels?”
“Girl,” you scoffed, “my heels are basically a part of me!”
“Okay, geez—sorry…”
“It’s fine. Oh my gosh, look at those goats. They’re so cute!”
“I don’t think we’re supposed to—”
Too late.
Although, you were wearing heels, you were pretty fast in them as you bolted over to the goats. One of them lazily bleated and rubbed its face on your legs. It made you shiver a little, but in only a few seconds you already had your phone out.
“Y’do realise goats ain’t there for pictures, right?”
You looked over—there she was.
Sevika.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Sun-tanned. Leaning against the fence like she owned the entire county. A worn cowboy hat shaded sharp grey eyes that seemed entirely unimpressed by your existence.
Sevika pushed off the fence.
“College group?” she walked towards you and the other students slowly, as if she was sizing you up.
“Unfortunately.”
“Mm.”
You raised a brow. “That’s all you have to say?”
“What else d’you want me to say?” she looked you up and down, “... y’showed up to a ranch in high heels.”
“Yeah, aren’t they pretty?”
“They’re sinkin’ in the dirt.”
You looked down. She was absolutely right. And that annoyed you for whatever reason.
“I…—” you didn’t even know what to say, your brain stupidly blanked.
Sevika rolled her eyes and then sighed deeply like you were some sort of inconvenience—that only made you more flustered, “come with me.” she drawled.
“I’m fine—!” You shifted your weight, one heel digging deeper in the dirt— “okay, maybe I’m not fine. I’m coming…”
“Thought so.”
The way she said it irritated you immediately.
You carefully pulled your heel free with an undignified squelch and hurried after her. She led you to a shed where there was a bunch of equipment, most of which you didn’t recognise or understand. She handed you a pair of worn boots.
“No.”
Sevika groaned, “don’t make me make you wear them.”
You huffed a loud, spoiled sigh. “They don’t match my outfit.”
“Not everythin’s a fashion show.”
“You’re—”
“Put. Them. On.”
You couldn’t protest further. Sevika looked a few more words away from actually pulling you over her lap and forcing the boots on you. So, reluctantly, you obeyed, switching out your heels for the boots that immediately felt a lot more comfortable to stand in.
Sevika watched you adjusting your step for a second, then turned, “don’t be wearin’ crap like that again.”
“You could be a little nicer,” you muttered.
She turned to give you a look.
You gave her a mocking sweet smile, “are all ranch workers grumpy like you?”
“Yeah, when they meet spoiled little city princesses like you.”
You both walked out in the sun again, you looked over at her, noticing the way she carried herself with a sense of familiarity that you could only wish you had.
You cleared your throat.
“So what’s your name?”
“Sevika.”
You nodded, “okay… cool.” A pause. “Aren’t you gonna ask me for my name—?”
“City girl.”
“That’s not my name.”
“It is now.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Thanks.”
—
The sun seemed like it had a personal enmity with you today of all days. You hated how hot it was as you listened to the guide and took notes on whatever assignment it was that got you and your peers dragged out to the country side.
When you looked to your side, you noticed it—a horse. A large chestnut horse. Before you could stop yourself, you were already walking towards it.
“Oh my gosh, aren’t you the sweetest thing ever?” You cooed.
The horse shoved its enormous nose directly into your shoulder. You laughed. Sevika stopped walking and stared. For the first time since meeting her, something shifted in her expression.
“You’re smiling,” you said without looking.
Sevika’s eyes widened slightly and she looked away, “y’don’t know that.”
“Sure. What do you know anyway?”
“I know how fuckin’ hard it is out here workin’ while rich spoiled kids like you go about makin’ everythin’ ‘bout how exhausted y’all are.”
You stopped petting the horse abruptly and looked at her, “you think we’re on some kind of vacation?”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed, “like you’d know what real work’s like. Bet you a hundred bucks you ain’t worked a single damn day of your life.”
“I’m sorry, but who exactly do you think you are to be judging me like that? You don’t even know my name.”
“City girl.”
That almost made you laugh. Not because of how rude she was. But because she was so stubborn and you almost found it adorable.
“Who’s got you all mad?” you asked.
Sevika’s eyes twitched. “Don’t even—”
“We can talk,” you went back to petting the horse, “you sound like you need to let off some heat.”
—
Soon you’d found out she was just needy. Horny. Sexually frustrated. That’s how you both ended up at her cabin, tangled up together in bed.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she murmured as she kissed you, her hand holding the side of your neck possessively.
“I guess city life’s taught me some shit after all, hmm?”
“Don’t get cocky.”
You giggled, “oh, I very much will.”
You carefully positioned yourself against Sevika’s naked frame, her scarred brown skin warm against your own as you pressed your soaking wet cunt against hers. She looked down where you were touching her.
“This is very intimate…”
You grinned. “Are you complaining?”
“No…”
“Y’know for someone who was being so hot and rude earlier, you’ve gotten pretty quiet.”
“I’m—”
You moved, catching her off-guard. The moment your vulva rubbed against hers, her sensitive engorged clit touched received friction making her moan loudly. She grabbed her mouth with her hand to try to keep herself from moaning, but the way her eyes squeezed shut…
You knew she was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit.
You bit your bottom lip hard as you ground your hips back, rubbing yourself on her faster. Sevika’s thighs were already quivering from how intense the pleasure was. She rolled her hips back, finding a rhythm that worked best for both of you.
You could see the way she was trying her best not to make any more sounds, but it didn’t really help. Whines and moans mixed in the air. Your face was flushed, pussy soaked against hers.
You could see your wetness mixing with hers.
It was so fucking lewd.
But also additive at the same time.
Then suddenly—you felt Sevika’s clit twitch against your pussy and then it happened. A wet gush of liquids soaked both you, her and the bedding. She made a small embarrassed sound and tried to pull away—you rubbed yourself down harder, pinning her down with your legs entangled with hers.
She couldn’t squirm away even if it was overstimulating her poor pussy.
She gasped softly as she came again, and this time you did too.
You moved away slowly, “you good, cowgirl?”
She huffed a laugh, “m’fine.”
“Good,” you reached close, pressing your drenched naked body against hers, “I was starting to think I exhausted you already.”
Okay hear me out, size kink! Sevika but she just needs something more than the toys she uses on you.
You reallllyyy wanna strap sevika down but she keeps declining the idea.
“Why can’t I?! S’not fair. You like my fingers just fine.”
Sevika could only chuckle at your efforts.
“Babydoll, it’s a no.”
It’s not like penetration wasn’t in the books, no. because she wants rough. Something her size. The more she bounces down, she wouldn’t expect the same feeling once she settled.
She just didn’t know how to admit her fantasy to you.
The thought conjured of your harness slinking down due to the weight of a spiky dick made her boxers soaking.
“How ‘bout I change your mind by having you under me? Hm? How does that sound, princess?”
Bless your soul, she sweetly kept turning you down because your shared purple cock couldn’t ever fill her up properly.
Your eyes would dance on her fixated gaze at the creature cock isle every time a visit occurred. Over time, you made sure she was looking at a specific model. She’d linger a bit too long before pressing the small of your back and to usher at the checkout lane.
If Sevika considered your compromise, she’d wants something that actually gets her off. Full with your dick, and no air to fit. so you invest in the purchase.
“S-sweet Janna.”
“And?”
“I-no.”
She averted her puppy eyes like she wasn’t swallowing drool.
“Don’t act so clueless, Vivi. You’ve been eyeing this thing since February.”
“Was not! S’just. Huge.”
Her stammering only added to the guilty face. Her sentences became more like muttering than coherent words.
“Who wouldn’t look at it?”
…
You make sure you use extra lube for your pretty girl while you wag the tip around in her slick.
God, she knew you were holding this above her always. But Sevika was secretly grateful for you reading her so easily. Knowing that your nasty baby liked getting fucked just as much as you did.
she gets super subby under you, grinding down like she wants you to go for hoursss. You kept smacking her ass when she was taking too much at a time.
“Ah-ah. You just came.”
You put on a shit eating smile, watching her needy hole engulf the next segments more and more. You didn’t dare to pull out so you can watch a practical creampie come out once you were finished with her.
Squelching thrusts became purposefully inconsistent if she didn’t follow your word.
“S-s-swwear to ‘ffuckin’ god you’re gettin’ punishhed after th-this—“
A burning smack ensued again, leaving only another imprint.
“F-fuck! Brat!”
“Mommy. You’re ass up for me. Say your next words carefully.” Came along your classic mocking, arrogant tone you only gave to her when you were being bratty. Not like it mattered now though, did it?
No words were muttered again unless she was told to. Her face was too busy being buried. Hidden in her pillow. Half drool, half tears from the sheer stretch.
Her face scorned with red. She was embarrassed knowing her good girl managed to make the infamous Sevika a vegetative mess.
18+ . bestfriend!sevika x reader . smut . kinda short . eye contact kink . oral sex . bestfriends to lovers . request based on this ask
"no way she actually said that to her," sevika snorts, shaking her head. her short dark hair is messy from running her fingers through it all night. "your friends are unhinged, kid."
you and sevika sit cross-legged on your mattress, pillows shoved behind your backs, the glow from your phone screen lighting up both your faces as she scrolls through the latest drama from your group chat.
you roll your eyes but grin anyway, tossing a pillow at her thigh. "says the woman who punched a guy just over a parking spot!"
sevika catches the pillow easily, smirking. her tank top clings to her chest, and you try not to stare too long at the way her biceps flex when she shifts... and those jiggle physics lol.
"alright, it's my turn now," she setting the pillow aside. her voice drops a little lower, still casual but with that edge she gets when she's about to push. "be honest, and real honest. you ever touch yourself thinking 'bout me?"
the question lands like a spark on dry grass. you blink at her, then roll your eyes hard, cheeks burning hot. "seriously? that's the question you're going with? you literally could go with any other question but you chose this.. this.." you trail off as sevika just watches you, one eyebrow raised, waiting. she doesn't laugh it off or change the subject. she just sits there, patient and cocky and definitely knows the answer based on your reaction.
you look away, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "fuck off, sev."
"cmon," she presses, voice smooth and teasing. "we've been best friends for years. you can tell me anything." her tone is light but there's heat underneath it "...or are you too much of a stubborn brat to admit it?"
you huff, refusing to meet her eyes. she asks again, softer this time, and again until the silence stretches and your resistance cracks. finally you mutter, barely above a whisper, "yeah. sometimes. happy now?"
sevika's smirk widens, and oh she grins, but inside her chest is doing somersaults. she's had a crush on you for months, hell, longer -- and hearing you say it out loud makes her pulse race. she leans in a little closer, voice dropping into that flirty drawl she saves for when she wants to get under your skin. "thought so. betcha get reaal wet doing it too huh? picturing these hands on you?" she puts her hands on your waist.
you squirm, trying to hide how turned on you already are. sevika's eyes are dark, locked on you, and she notices the way you keep glancing away. she reaches out, gentle but firm, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "eyes on me, sweetheart. none of that looking away shit."
your breath catches. she's older, bigger, stronger, but there’s nothing rough about the way she holds your gaze -- only that steady, soft dominance that makes you want to melt and fight it at the same time.
"sev…" you start, but she’s already moving, shifting so she’s kneeling between your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs. her hands slide up your thighs, pushing your shorts aside with easy confidence. "been wanting to do this for a while," she murmurs voice husky. she hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, exposing you to the cool air and her hungry stare.
you're already slick. so freaking wet, and she notices. her grin turns wicked. "oh sweetheart. look at that, all this just from admitting you finger yourself to me?" she spreads your thighs wider, settling in like she belongs there. her tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with one slow deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. "keep those pretty eyes on me while i eat this pussy."
sevika doesn't rush. she takes her time, licking broad stripes up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips. everytime your gaze starts to drift she stops, nipping at your inner thigh. "eyes. here." her voice vibrates against you, and you force yourself to watch as she devours you. tongue working in firm, wet strokes, nose brushing your mound.
she slips two thick fingers into her mouth first, sucking them slow and obscene, getting them nice and wet with her saliva while she holds eye contact. then she slides them inside you, curling just right as her tongue keeps working your clit. the stretch feels perfect, her fingers thick and skilled, pumping in a steady rhythm that has you gasping.
"fuck sev!!" you whine, one hand fisting and punching the sheets while the other pulls her hair. she hums in approval despite the pain on her scalp, the sound sending vibrations through your core. her free hand grips your hip, holding you down when you try to grind against her face.
sevika pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. "gon' write my name right here," she says, tapping your clit with her tongue. "so ya remember who this pussy belongs to."
she dives back in, tongue tracing the letters of her name across your swollen folds. slow, deliberate strokes spelling out s-e-v-i-k-a♡ against your sensitive skin. each letter makes you shudder, the wet heat of her mouth driving you higher. she doesn’t stop until she’s finished with that stupid heart, then seals her lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers curling deeper inside you.
your orgasm hits hard, thighs trembling around her head as you moan her name loudly. sevika works you through it, licking softly now, easing off only when your hips stop twitching. she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another to your mound, before crawling up to pull you against her breasts.
"there’s my girl," she murmurs, voice soft and full of praise. her big arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back in slow circles. "did s'good for me. so fuckin' pretty when you come." she kisses your forehead, your temple, your lips, anywhere she can reach. "you okay? need water? blanket?"
you nod against her, still catching your breath, and she chuckles low in her throat. "bratty little thing. betcha gonna be even more stubborn next time just to get me to do that again."
You’re breathless, you’re panting. Every thrust inside feels like she’s rearranging your insides—which she might just be doing because of how roughly she fucked. Not that you’re complaining. You’re very much enjoying yourself.
“Fuck, fuck, baby! Knot me! I—I need to feel you inside!”
Your sounds are making her hornier, her dick is the hardest it can be, but still she feels like she’s only getting harder. Your walls are warm, slippery in a way that made her want to bust a big messy load inside you right that second.
But she holds it in.
Her body tenses. She’s approaching her orgasm but she doesn’t want to yet—she wants to cum at the same time as you. Your grip on the sheets get tighter, drool slipping from your lips and stringing onto the bedding.
You suddenly feel her hand press down on the small of your back, “arch, baby.” You obey. She groans as she feels you tighten around herself. “Nnngh… gosh, girl, you’re so tight.”
You blush, your pussy is dripping with need. Your tummy is tight with the impending orgasm. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close!”
“Cum. Let’s cum together.” she growls, making a wolfish sound that’s somewhere between an attempt to intimidate you and whine at the same time.
You feel her press against you, plush tits and pebbled nipples rubbing against your sweaty back as you feel the massive knot slipping into your sopped cunt—you’re so wet it slips right inside.
The stretch makes you moan and clench.
Sevika curses under her breath and holds you tight as she cums in you. You don’t even realise when your orgasm hits you, your brain’s too dumbed out and too focused on the way her creamy load fills you up and makes you feel all tingly down there.
She doesn’t pull you.
She enjoys the feeling of being inside you way too much, and you have a feeling she’s gonna beg to sleep like this.
a/n: learned some things about myself tonight. this one’s for the boob girls.
tags: : lactation k¡nk, heavy nipple play, needy!sub!sevika, dom!top!reader, scissoring, praise, bush, heavy focus on boobs, body whorship, fluff, porn w/ plot, domesticated life, perv!sevika, marriage, pet names used
not proofread
after putting down your baby girl in her room you step back to watch her round plush face softly rise and fall. it’s been a long day; it been two weeks since you and sevika mutually decided it was time to stop breastfeeding. around three months after celebrating her fist birthday, both of you felt that it was time to let your baby grow into a new more independent stage in her life.
that didn’t mean it came with zero cons. each day is now filled with harsh and incessant cries, and even worse your body is still producing milk. routinely you pump in secret as to not rile up your daughter.
blowing your baby one last kiss, you double check to make sure your nanny cam is working before sauntering off to your shared bedroom. your wife laid on her back, the outline of her thick legs outlined by the pale moonlight washing over her toned large body. sevika wore nothing but a small crop top and thin boxer shorts, with so much under-boob you could see where her areolas end.
“oh you finally got her to sleep?” sevika grins up at you.
“i amaze myself sometimes.” you plop next to her, softly wincing from the pain of your full boobs. the fullness making them sway underneath your big tee. sevika wraps a free hand around your lower back, her other hand slightly raised as she watches a youtube livestream of a women’s ufc match—or she tried to, at least.
the problem is the way your boobs looked: they were absolutely agonizing.
although sevika was more neutral about you stopping; she couldn’t lie, she loved how heavy your breast became, or the way your nipples grew and hardened. so badly she wanted to wrap her tongue around your protruding nubs, licking slow flat circles lightly sucking between passes. of course, she’d never attempt anything, she’s too worried that you might judge her for this. in her spare time, whenever your off with the baby sevika is on your large queen bed pounding a thick dildo sniffing your nursing bras. loudly grunting, envisioning the weight of your heavy tits would in her mouth.
physically shaking her head to get rid of her most perverted thoughts., she palms her pussy over the thin fabric of her cotton boxers. you grin over to her, sevika is the most obvious whenever she's turned on. you always know what she wants, and this time is no exception. more than anything, you just wanted her to admit it.
“you watchin’ the fight?” you bite your lip, searching sevika’s face for her shameful answer.
“uhm, yea,” sevika’s face just barely flushes, “it’s just…aren’t you uncomfortable? being so—” sevika gulps.
“full?” you quirk up an eyebrow. sevika lets out a shaky breath,
“yes.”
“y’know, i was talking with some other mom’s and they say messages help with the pain.” you smirk, melting at how sevika’s eyes water with desire.
“o-oh, would you want something like that?”
you giggle, hooking your hand under your thin tee, flipping the shirt off to reveal your full breasts. they were so full you were leaking a fresh stream of milk from both of your engorged nipples.
“oh fuck.” sevika’s hand reaches out to grab them, but she stops midway. her eyes dart from you to your nipples, “you sure?”
"of course baby, it'll help me feel better." you nestle your naked body against sevika's chest, sighing into the feeling of her big hands over your aching breasts.
for a moment the two of you sit in silence, nothing but the faint sound of her live ufc match still coming from her phone. breath hitching, sevika firmly kneads your hard tits in sturdy large circles, making sure to listen to your relaxed sighs to make sure you felt comfortable.
"feel good, my love?"
"mm, yea..." your head lolls to the side facing away from your bulky wife. which is good because sevika can't hide the way her eyes latch onto your nipples when you start leaking unto her steady palms. your milk running down her hands.
“sevika.” your voice darkens.
“yea?" her voice breaks.
“i’ve noticed the way you look at me when i’m like this.”
“i…i just,” sevika licks her lips, voice quivering. she buries her face into the your neck, still massaging. her lips brush against your ear, her voice breatheless.
“i've never been so turned on" sevika trails off, her face hot from embarrassment.
"awe, don't be embarrassed," you coo, guiding her still moving hands over your now sensitive nipples. "take what you want."
as soon as the utterance leaves your lips, sevika spins to face you, her face level to what she needed the most. wasting no time, she pounces on your chest. sucking slow flat circles just as she practiced in her mind so many times. licking up everything that leaked from before and coaxing even more out of you. it's been so long since sevika has touched you in this way, your body burned with horny nostalgia.
"f-fuck, sev!" you grab the back of her head, gripping at the roots of her hair. sevika couldn't bring herself to lift her head from your pulsing nipples; she opted to hungrily moan against you. milk leaked from either side of her mouth, her eyes wide. blissed out completely.
"mm, you're making me feel so good baby." you mewl.
sevika pulls you into her lap, slotting your legs into hers to that your bare cunt is flush against her clothed one. grunting in frustration sevika manages to pull her lips off of you to tear off her own boxers.
"need you now." she mumbles, spreading her legs wide, she uses her fingers to part her lips, revealing her read throbbing clit underneath her thick bush. wordlessly you slot yourself back into her, slowly grinding down on her clit with yours, the feeling instantly making your legs quiver. holding her chin in one hand and your boob in the other, you guide her face back to you.
"keep your hand on me, let me ride you pretty girl."
sevika takes your leaking tit back into her mouth, moaning at the way you taste. her eyes roll to the back of head as you start to grind down faster; each and every one of her nerves on fire.
"you're making such a mess!" you mock, your milk running down sevika's chin only making sevika more desperate for you. the way her pussy squelched against yours.
"you're gonna clean all this up." you hiss. sevika nods eagerly, her legs stuttering. her whines grew louder, only hushed by your large boob in her mouth. her hands still working in slow measured paces, slightly shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.
you stop fighting the growing smirk on your face. "oh, already?"
sevika mumbles out strained, whiny "mmhm!"
you grind at an unforgiving pace, sevika's giant legs trembling against you. her abs intensely flex as her whole body freezes, a quick hard burst of squirt explodes from her. coating the both of you in her thick juices.
greedy, her hips stuttered against you, but not stopping. she unlatches, her eyes pleading.
"please...please more!" her eyebrows furrow upward.
"oh, baby," you take your pointer and your index finger to rub some of her slick off of your stomach. you plunge your finger in her mouth, slightly pushing them in and out as sevika wraps her tongue around your fingers in her most honest attempt at cleaning it all off.
you chuckle, more to yourself than to her. you fully plan on her sucking you dry tonight.
── ♡ synopsis: you’re tired but your wife is super loving.
Ambessa was the softest woman when she wanted to be and you knew that. When the door had closed with a heavy thud behind you, you hadn’t expected to see the warlord sitting there at the edge of the bed facing the door as if she’d been waiting for you.
The exhausted expression your face wore was enough news for her. She extended one arm, then curled her fingers in a “come here” motion.
Wordlessly.
You didn’t need telling twice. You crossed the massive length of the bedroom and collapsed there at her feet with your knees on the floor and head buried in her lap as if you were trying to disappear. Her thick legs weren’t uncomfortable, they were soft considering how much muscle there was in her body.
“I miss you.”
“I missed you too, dear.”
You felt her fingers gently playing with your hair, slow at first as if she was asking for permission. You didn’t move.
That told her enough.
She scratched your scalp gently, the feeling was soothing. Your eyes closed, your eyelids stung with sleep. You wanted nothing more than to have a full meal and cuddle in bed with her for the rest of eternity.
But to be realistic, what you needed right now was a bath.
You felt Ambessa’s big hands wrapping around your sides as she helped you up and sat you down on her lap, sideways, so your legs dangled on her side.
“Oh, how do you keep overworking yourself, my sweet girl?” She asked, voice soft and a little reprimanding as she ran her fingers through your hair.
“I dunno…”
You buried your face in her neck, her warm skin making you want to cling onto her and savour her presence forever.
“Stay with me for a while, then you can bathe.”
“Won’t you bathe with me?”
Ambessa chuckled, and although she had already taken a bath for the day, she replied— “of course, my princess.”
Synopsis: After an agreement between your father's corporation and Piltover Enterprise, you find yourself entangled with Ambessa and Sevika Merdarda, the owners of Piltover Enterprise and your soon-to-be wives, who seem adamant on showing you who you belong to.
mdni | warning: subspace, dom/sub play, dacryphilia, sadomasochism, mild impact play, spanking, mommy kink, light verbal degradation, praise kink, 'strap' blowjob, hexstrap, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, dry humping, pet names, age difference, breeding kink, mild forniphilia, vaginal fingering, mild shibari, obsessive/possessive behavior
pairing: CEO Ambessa x College student! Reader x CEO Sevika
a/n: apologies this took long :(, but I am here with this lovely request fic, my first ambessa x reader x sevika... 14.1k words, but have fun reading!!! do give feedback cause I've never written a femslash threesome lol !!! additionally forniphilia is when someone acts as furniture, but...this is like super light and you'll find out why.
You earned your place at Zaun University of Engineering. It wasn’t sheer luck or your father’s money, though the thought of that is rather funny. It was your second year at Zaun when someone had dug up something about your origin.
For as long as you can remember, your father’s company has always been in the media's eye. When you were finally able to formulate a coherent thought, you realised that you were different. It wasn’t just about how you looked but rather where you came from. Baseline was–you weren’t supposed to be born.
The affair between your mother and your father was country-breaking news. For their company at least. They never really mentioned her name, or when she took off and ran, leaving you in a house full of strangers.
You don’t have any memories from your mother, not good ones anyway. And when your father’s family took you in, you initially thought that maybe, just maybe, you were finally going to have a family. It took a month for you to realise that you were always going to be an outsider.
You did try to win his attention, or at least a measure of it. Metal after metal, each one in robotics, despite his company’s focus on something else. In your head, maybe the achievement of something else would catch his love or remind him that you’re still his daughter.
It didn’t work. Seven years of nothing, and in the end, you took your confidence in robots and went another route. You think of meeting Sevika and Ambessa as something akin to a miracle. Initially, you spent years following them. More so when you first started getting into robotics.
You’d catch glimpses of them around your family’s ballgown parties or other rich social parties, you sneaked into because something inside you always itched to be recognised as one of your father’s children. You had a copy of every magazine they appeared in and watched their interviews countless times.
When you first met them, it wasn’t the way you wanted to go, but god, was it so much fucking better. It was a cocktail party, one of the many your family would keep throwing. But this was shy of a couple of months after you started college. Your fingertips glided over too many champagne glasses, and each one rattled your bones until you couldn’t chew, and the lights blurred into each other.
It was Sevika who found you first, hunched somewhere around the plant-covered gazebo, outside the back of the huge house. You were kneeling, face pressed into one of the wooden pillars, knees hurting from the odd position you were in. Her voice rang in your head, soft yet rough. “Kid…are you alright?”
When you turned, you pouted at her, “‘m not a kid.” Your words tumbled around each other, and when you tried to get up, you wobbled right into her arms. You’d been screaming and cheering if you weren’t so sedated from the alcohol.
In hindsight, it probably looked really bad from another angle. Especially when you curled into her chest, your face pressed against her skin. She smelled heaven-sent against the scent of smoke in the air–honey, wood and cigar.
Sevika sat you on her lap, patting your back softly, while cicadas screamed into the air. A soft thud rang in your ear, and you barely move before another body is seated in front of you, looking between you and Sevika. “Having fun without me?”
Your eyes flicker up, catching Ambessa's grin, under the soft yellow glow of the gazebo. Her strong arms were on display, while an emerald green dress hugged her frame. You hiccuped.
“Sev…Bessa. Sevika and Ambessa…piltover enterprise.” You slur, before latching onto ambessa, seating yourself on her lap, knees shaking.
“Someone’s researched us, love. Is she drunk?” Ambessa asked, and you nuzzled into her neck, enjoying the soft vibration of her voice rumbling through her body.
“Like a fucking dog.” Cackled Sevika, and her strong hand settled on your knee cap, touching the skin unmarked by your dress. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
The name curled against your body, and you whined into Ambessa’s neck, clutching onto her shoulders. You shake your head, “Can’t…give yo–you my name.” Ambessa’s fingers slide to your chin, pressing your cheeks, and moving you to face her and Sevika.
“Be good now. Tell Vika your name.” She coos, holding you closer, “Maybe I’ll give you a reward.”
You bit into your lower lip, looking between them, while the rumble of voices curled in your ear. People had begun to leave the party. It was already late, and you shouldn’t have drunk that much. “Y/N.”
“Atta girl,” Sevika said, holding up her arms, “C’mere.”
Your eyes flicker to Ambessa as if you’re searching for permission. “Go on, doll.” And she pushes you into Sevika’s arms, grinning from ear to ear. “Rather pliant…just like we like ‘em.”
When you mention your last name, a cruel laugh rings from Sevika’s throat, “She’s one of Zaun’s Enterprise litter…the affair baby, maybe”
You cowered into her arms, hiccuping and nearly sobbing. The word followed you even when you were drunk. It rang in your head, and you tried to move away from her arms until Sevika’s hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into her arms. “‘m sorry, dove. That was rude. I apologise.”
Ambessa pressed her hand on your cheek, and a slight coldness touched your body, making you shiver. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll correct that mouth of hers. How about this…when you’re sobered up, you call us, and we give you that reward.”
You nod against Sevika’s chest, metal arm caressing your back, “What will you give…me?”
“Anything you’d like.”
When you woke up, you were face-planted in your room, a soft pounding hitting the crevices of your brain, until you couldn’t move without feeling like you needed a second to catch your breath. No one was home, and you took the opportunity to go back to the room and sleep off the hangover. That same year, your father moved you into some shitty apartment an hour from the university.
You didn’t care, though. Every day, your thoughts were consumed by the smell of Sevika and Ambessa Merdarda. How they held you, how Sevika talked in your ear, the soft ring of Ambessa’s voice.
The knowledge that they held you in their arms, on their lap, fueled a year's worth of fantasies. Each night, your fingers rubbed lazy circles around your puffy clit, crying and hiccuping into your pillow, spreading your pussy out into the air, calling out their name.
Sometimes you couldn’t help but stuff yourself on both ends, imagining them fucking you; Sevika behind you, whispering filthy praises while Ambessa, fucked into your cunt, calling you a perverse slut for enjoying them using you.
At first, you believed that would be the only time you'd ever get to interact with them, and it wasn’t until you applied to their company to intern in their Axle Robotics program. The program itself was an extension of the company that built and sold robotic and mechanical body parts. Between classes and monitoring your email for a reply, you were worn out.
“I can’t believe you’d apply to a company just to see them. Y/N, you are…I don’t even have a word for it.” Jinx murmured to your side. You had been at a restaurant, just mere minutes away from the university, trying to catch up with her.
You shrugged at her words, “The word is pathetic. And yes, yes I really am.” When you finally finished your food and checked your phone again, your body froze seeing the program's name.
Dear Applicant,
On behalf of the Selection Committee at Piltovers Enterprise, I am absolutely thrilled to congratulate you! Out of a highly competitive pool of global applicants, you have been officially selected for the Summer 2026 Axle Robotics Internship Program.
Here at Piltovers, we pride ourselves on pushing the limits of biomechanical engineering. Our mission is to restore, enhance, and change human mobility. The Axle Robotics division is the beating heart of our next-generation R&D, and we believe your impressive academic background, technical ingenuity, and passion for cybernetic innovation make you a perfect fit for our teams.
You handed the phone to Jinx, and her eyes almost popped out of her face. “Holy shit.”
“I know.”
“They're hiring you…I can’t believe it. I mean, your resume is amazing, but you haven’t even done anything with human…robotics.” She breathed out, looking through the email.
“I know, I’m more surprised than you are.”
You spent nearly two weeks running errands at the internship. You were their coffee girl basically, and though it sucked, you were also able to see the massive machines they used, and all kinds of people ordering their mechanical pieces. Despite never being hands-on more than a few times, it was better than not being at the company at all.
But you were never really able to see Sevika until Monday of the following week. You had heard from some people that the manager had reached her maternity leave, and it seemed like they couldn’t find someone in time. You didn’t expect to see her that early Monday morning.
Not until you catch a glimpse of her in the office, suited up, looking around the office. You ducked under the table, waiting for the seconds to pass, until you finally stood up, and she was dead-straight looking at you. “Morning…” You were waiting for her to recognise you.
“Most interns begin by putting out the meeting presentations.” She said, face lax with almost no expression. Her hands are crossed over her chest, almost making her look stronger, as the suit clutches her muscles. “Not by hiding like some terrified little mouse.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, and you really wanted to be pissed at her for not remembering you, but you couldn't. You were too focused on the soft movement of her chest and how she towered over you and the soft waft of wood that curled around your nose. “I’m so–”
“Are you waiting for permission?” She rasped, face morphing into a scowl. “Go.”
You squeaked out of her way. Grabbing and clutching onto the printed presentation. When the workers started pouring into the office, you spent most of your time sneaking glances at Sevika’s office.
It had become a problem, especially when Ambessa would show up, and they stared into each other's eyes as mentally undressing the other. Ambessa was the same, a past glance to you that lasted more than a second, until she turned and disappeared into the hall.
And each time, you’d end up in your apartment after a long day, you’d sink into your fingers, replaying Sevika’s actions, the way Ambessa held you, or how she barely looked at you. You couldn’t go a day without fucking yourself stupid, wishing you had the gall to fuck up your responsibilities so Sevika herself could punish you, or for Ambessa to show up, and bend you over her lap while Sevika watched.
You finished your internship without a hitch. Not even a goodbye. You wanted to apply to the company again in your second year, but you didn’t. You didn’t think about opening the company website until your third year. And by that, you hardly spoke to your supposed family or attempted to show face anywhere near them.
The lease for the apartment expired, so you moved elsewhere and started paying for it yourself, sharing the space with Jinx. You didn’t think you were ever going to see your father again–not until the call.
You’ve never been kept in the business loop. Not that you wanted. But since it was the first time in years, you accepted it. You knew something was wrong anyway, but it didn’t cross your mind twice. When you arrived at the restaurant, everyone was in a private room, and two familiar eyes stared back at you.
“Y/N.” Your father gleams. He pauses and hurries to your side, pulling you to the room. “This is my lovely daughter, she’s in college.”
Your half-sisters, cowards into each other, a smirk plastered on their faces, while your half-brother’s bored expression has finally disappeared. You feel like a mouse being let out into a maze. Each of your movements seems to be noted down, as they wait for you to act.
“Ah. You were the one who built the robot on their company display?” Sevika says, and she’s grinning at you. You take her in.
Long hair, down to her shoulder, with glossy brown skin, a large nose, and a scar that resembles cracked skin travelling from her right cheek into her suit. There’s a small gap between her teeth, and you feel your saliva dry up at the sight of her mechanical arm.
Oh god.
“I…did,” you croak out, and take a seat next to your father. There’s a small look of disdain in his wife's face, but she hides it under her makeup, giving you a measured smile.
“A fine daughter, indeed.” And those words hit your spine. They came out soft and purred out of Ambessa.
Ambessa’s rich brown skin and light brown eyes mark your movements. Her hair is braided back into three braids capped in gold, and the red dress fits her frame, showing off her strong muscles.
Your father laughs, “I’m sure this collaboration will benefit us both.” And it finally clicks. The way your father is holding onto your arms, the way your sisters chuckle with each other, and the calculated cold smile your step-mother gives you.
You're being sold off.
You’re not even part of this family, and you’re being sold off. You find the idea funny enough that it crowds your lungs until you have to remind yourself to breathe. You barely touch the food, or even smell it, but you could sometimes hear the soft purr of ambessa voices.
They never smiled, though. Not unless you looked up at them, and met their eyes. Then, as you look down, it would fall, and they’d continue talking to your family. Halfway through, you can’t bear it. The nauseous feeling of the situation made you want to curl up.
The fact that you were being given. Offered–like some slab of meat, to Sevika and Ambessa, lessened the blow. But it hurt anyway. “Excuse me, I must use the bathroom.” You murmur and take your purse.
You pass by a myriad of waiters, carrying trays of food, each way. The loud voices of people and different smells shifting around your nose. By the time you’re out in the door, halfway to the parking lot, vile shot from your throat, down to the pavement.
You can taste the shitty protein bar you had for lunch, and the residue of the oranges you downed before you arrived. You wobbled to the floor, palms hitting pebbles until they sank into your skin, marking you. When you finally wobble back to your car, you sit in the driver's seat for a long time.
You never really make it back home. With each blink you take, you’re somewhere different. Outside of Myriam Hotel. In the lobby, paying for a room. On a bed. Holding a bottle of wine. By the time the bottle is done, you don’t even realise that you aren’t alone, and that two bodies stand over you as you lie on the floor.
“Jesus, babe, is she….” A voice calls out above you. When you turn, Ambessa is above you while a golden light gleams behind her. “Doll…up.”
You lay there, watching her frame double, unmoving. After a beat, you’re pulled up into the sky, flying for a couple of seconds while something metal digs into your legs. “Bottle…other bottle.” You slur out.
“Can’t have you drinking more, baby,” Sevika says while placing you on the bed. “Here, some water.”
While you drink, Ambessa settles on your other side, petting your head. You leap up, a rush of energy curling to your body, and you turn back to them. They stare at you before looking at each other. “You must…you find this funny, don’t you? You think I’m pathetic…I’m not.” And your knees shake as you rush off the bed, shooting for the door.
A hand pulls to the wall, shoving you back, and when you expect to hit your head, you’re met with something soft and human-like. Sevika holds you up, “Relax, slow breaths, sl–”
“I’m not some fuc–fucking animal…why…why are you here?” A sob vibrates from your throat, fat tears rolling down your cheek, and her eyes soften, a look of pity taking over her face. It makes you angry. “Stop looking at me like that. Stop it…” Each breath you take comes out shaky, but she holds you still, even as you try to push her away.
When you’re drunk, time flies in all ways, seeping into the air until you feel less than you are. The sinking feeling that you’re no longer a child, and the world hasn’t stopped moving, punches your stomach. It spreads against your loins, until you’re sobbing and shaking in someone's arms, wishing they’d do something to help the misery.
In the seconds, Sevika holds you, something inside you wishes she’d let you fall, and leave you there on the floor. Instead, she picks you up and lays you on the bed, holding you while Ambessa curls next to you. Their soft voices lull you to sleep, even through your loud hiccups and the shakes your shoulders give.
For a good moment, you feel full. Not like you’ve just eaten, but rather like…life has worked out. Like you have accomplished everything. In the morning, an ache in your knees settles in when your eyes finally flutter awake. You expect to wake up alone, and cold, not warm and gooey.
“Breakfast. Up. Up.” Sevika chides, and you look down to see Ambessa’s arms wrapped around your body, and her head resting on your back. She grunts in your ear, holding you tighter, until you feel like you’re under a weighted blanket. “Only time she sleeps past seven.”
You aren’t sure what to do. You’ve never been in this situation, and even less with two powerful women. Sevika is hauling to the side of the bed, extending a hand to you with a smile on her face. “Come here, dove.” She whispers to you.
“She’s asleep…I can’t.” A rush of heat curls through your body; for a minute, you can’t believe you just said that. The level of sincerity makes it seem as though this isn’t the first time you’ve said this to them.
She smiles wider, “and she’ll stay like that, unless you take my hand.”
When your hand slips into hers, they’re nearly engulfed, and she yanks you out of Ambessa’s hold, pulling you into her body. Her hand snakes around your waist, and Ambessa finally opens her eyes, a scowl painted on her face. “Tsk. Already misbehaving, before the wedding.”
The wedding. The restaurant. It comes rushing down to your shoulders, little by little. You push away from Sevika, holding yourself when you land on the floor. And it takes a second for you to find your voice, eyes never meeting theirs.
You want to blurt out an apology, but you look around the room, gathering your things. “Sorry…thank you for last night.”
“That’s all?” Your eyes flicker to Ambessa when the words fall out of her mouth. She tilts her head, “You’re forgetting something.”
You give her a dry laugh. “Yeah…sorry, I forgot I was given to you two. Do you want my liver? My dignity?” It comes out rushed, and you wobble out of the hotel room, clutching your shoes and keys. You blink back tears, breathing heavily, thinking about the fact that you still need to show up to class.
God, what a shit day.
Now, the thing about rich people is that the words “No” or “I can’t” are not within their vocabulary. And despite having been surrounded by wealth, you grew up conscious of how the world worked, and how sometimes you can’t force things. Sevika and Ambessa, on the other hand, it’s their way or the highway.
When you get out of the lecture and walk the full twelve minutes across campus to find your car, you nearly drop to the floor when you realise it’s gone. “What the fuck.” You breathe out, clutching onto your keys. “What the fuck.”
Instead of your shitty, slick black car, there’s a red Cadillac parked in your spot. You stare at the car, trying to muster the courage to kick the tires or find a rock and chuck it at the back window. Instead, your knees wobble, and you stand there like an idiot until the door of the car opens.
At first, you expect to see an old man and his wife, but instead, Sevika and Ambessa come out. You scoff, dry and humourless. “There’s no way…did you get my car towed?”
“No. It’s back in our place.” Sevika interjects, leaning against the car. “Come to dinner with us.”
“No money. Can’t pay.”
“Who said you’re paying?” Ambessa says, and she takes three steps before taking your backpack and ushering you to the car. It smells of black ice and that brand-new car scent, and while you sit in the middle, upon Sevika’s request, you feel a little dizzy. The overwhelming sensation of being given attention crashes through your body.
And, you’d be lying if you didn’t like the way they seemed to always be around you. You want to be a little angry, but it doesn't matter because in the end, you can’t hold your father's decision against them. It’s all business anyway.
“Are you always this quiet?” Husks, Sevika, and Ambessa nod from the passenger seat. You clutch onto your backpack and shake your head, glancing at Sevika’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
“No. I’m just tired…” Since the restaurant, you haven’t slept well. It keeps hurling back into your face like some bad nightmare, and everything feels too much sometimes. Not even alcohol helps. They don’t comment because, in a way, you suspect that they have some understanding of what’s making you tired.
The restaurant they chose is another high-end restaurant, where they charge you for a refill. They take the corner of the restaurant, and you sit towards the wall, while they take the seats in front of you. “I don’t want…a public wedding.”
Soft jazz is playing in the background, and the constant clinking of tupperware makes your stomach lurch. You feel nauseous and nervous—a bad combination for your mental state. Sevika and Ambessa share a look, then turn to you. “No public wedding. What else?”
“Mhm…I want to keep studying, and…I don’t want you to give them any more money. Take this as a one-time thing, and if they ask for more and you do…I will divorce both of you.”
“Okay….our turn.” And Sevika smiles at you, “You will move in with us, and we will give you a personal driver.”
“Marco.” Resplies Ambessa with a nod. “If you want to leave, let us know, and during the summer, you can work with us.”
You laugh, nervousness finally drumming away from your body. The entire conversation feels comical, like it’s a business meeting rather than a marriage. “Will I get paid? I don’t think a scandal about nepotism would do your company any good.”
Ambessa shakes her head, “It belongs to us. We control what the public will read about us, don’t worry your pretty head about it.”
When the waitress brings over your food, you pop in the question, “So will I move in tomorrow or s–”
“Today.”
When you ride back to their house, which house is not the best term because really it’s a two-story huge building basically, they tell you they’ve moved everything into their place. As soon as you arrive, you see your car parked in the front, and when you enter the house, some of your furniture has been placed around the house, situated next to the existing ones. In a way, it looked as if you went shopping with them and decorated the house with them.
Your random throw pillows are next to their expensive ones, and the fake plants you’ve accumulated over the years are on the wall or scattered around the place. Sevika leads you to a room on the second floor, “Your room.”
And for a moment, you want to ask if they don’t want you to sleep with them. You don’t really see them for the rest of the day. You huddle yourself in the room doing homework and making up past assignments before you realise how late it is.
When you finally try to go to sleep, you remain awake, too startled by the sudden vastness around you, and the quiet surrounding the room. There’s no odd noises from the neighbours, or the constant rhythm of the outside people, and the cars beeping.
You gather the courage around two in the morning–body wrapped in shorts, and a big t-shirt, that moves as you sneak into Ambessa and Sevika’s room. Their room smells like them, and a small light from the corner of the room shows Sevika’s mechanical in the nightstand.
You sneak into the bed next to Ambessa, while they’re cuddled up together, and as you’re about to fall asleep, her soft snores stop, and her hand slides to your stomach. She gives you a firm squeeze, and when you feel her turn. “Y/N?”
You hum groggily, “should…I leave?” She doesn’t give you an answer, just grabs you, as your eyes shoot up, and puts you in the middle of her and Sevika.
“Much better.” You fall asleep between them, suffocated by their scent and their hands all over your body. In the morning, you wake up to Sevika’s hand inside your shorts, calloused hands touching your hipbone, while Ambessa holds your stomach.
You’re the first one awake, though you don’t have class, so you try to fall back to sleep, and about an hour later, the bed dips and moves. A soft hiss of water rings in your ears, then the ruffle of bedsheets, until you’re alone, still entangled by the residual warmth of the bed left from Ambessa and Sevika’s bodies.
When you finally open your eyes, you nuzzle your face in the bed, inhaling the scent of skin and their mingled scents. From the bed, you can see the fog hurling from the shower, curling along the air. Ambessa comes out first, naked with slightly damp skin, and her head turns, catching your eyes.
Your heart stutters, and she turns, giving you a full view of her body. Hardened dark brown nipples and a thick patch of curls on her mound. There are scars scattered around her body, and you sharply inhale, before turning around the bed. You don’t get to see Sevika come out of the shower, because you quickly scatter from the bed, running back to your room.
You’ve never had a full breakfast before. Not after moving out of your father's house, so it’s your surprise when you’re greeted by a full breakfast with pancakes, bacon, fruits and orange juice. “Good morning.” Sevika greets with a smirk.
“Morning.” Before you even take a seat, Ambessa grabs your waist, strong, warm hands clutching your clothed sides, steering you to the seat next to her. You freeze in her hands, letting her palm travel to the back of your neck, touching the little twitching muscles.
Ambessa squeezes, forcing you closer to her. Her intoxicating flowery scent with a caramel undertone makes your body shudder, “Liked the view this morning?” She muses.
Your throat bobs, “I…I wasn’t looking.” And you can see Sevika’s shoulders softly shake, her mechanical arm hissing as she plates two pancakes drowned under syrup.
“Don’t tease our girl, bessa. Do you have class today?” Sevika places the plate in front of you, and an odd bubbling feeling surges in your stomach. That feeling of being taken care of and coddled until you can sense your worries slowly wither away.
The pancakes are soft and fluffy, and the syrup sticks to your molars, coating your mouth in sugar. You shake your head, poking your fork into another piece of the pancake. Ambessa hums. “Come work with us then. Be our secretary. Everything paid.”
Your ears perk up at the mention of money, and you turn to her, leaning into her touch, until your chest is touching the side of her arm. For a second, her eyes dart to your knees, knocking into hers, hands slipping down to the small of your back. “We’ll even take you shopping. Mhm? Will you come with us, princess?”
The fork softly clatters on the pristine white plate, as Ambessa ducks down, pressing a kiss on your cheek. Chaste and sweet. Like the syrup–like the soft fruits cut in clean pieces, that ooze into the plate. You’re not sure what to do, not until you feel Sevika behind you, arm curling around your stomach, and her face nuzzles into your neck, until your eyes flutter, feeling her soft lips on your skin.
Your flesh prickle–a kiss on your cheek, chaste and sweet. Another one on your temple, while Ambessa’s hand caresses your thigh, nails softly raking your skin. “Say yes, baby, don’t you want to be good for us?”
All the words in the English language seem to disappear from your mouth. Gone, until you can only sigh in pleasure, and nod softly, head bobbing as their hands caress and press down into your flesh. You’re sure they’ll leave an indentation. And part of you wants a mark.
A slide of skin, cut by Sevika’s metal fingers, or a wound given by the press of Ambessa’s nail. “Words,” hums Ambessa. “Words, little lamb.”
“Yes.” You breathe out, turning your face to lean into Sevika’s cheek, until your lips are pressed into her skin, smelling the scent of syrup and wood. There’s a softness in their touch, like they’re touching porcelain and not a human being–as if you’re something soft, and pleasant–dreamlike. “I’ll go. I’ll go.”
A tightness in the air makes your skin sweat. Heat rises along your loins, and a whimper rises from your lips, open-mouthed and into Sevika’s skin. When she leans away, there’s this look in her eyes, something akin to surprise and want. You follow her head as she turns to Ambessa, whose breathing has turned shallow as she stares at both of you.
“C’mere.” And submission has never been an easy thing for you. You find it too dreadful…to give so much control to someone, they can morph you into something new. But you run into Ambessa’s arms, straddling her lap before catching her lips into a heated kiss.
Breathing into her mouth, tongue darting across her lower lip, until you taste her tongue, and she’s licking the underside of it. You’re sure she can taste the sweetness of the syrup in your tongue and the residue of the strawberry. Ambessa groans into your mouth, pushing up into her lap, bucking your hip into her.
Behind her, Sevika watches, tongue itching to bite and lap. Instead, she slips her hand under your shirt, feeling your warm skin, pressing herself into your back as you whimper and moan into Ambessa’s mouth. “Isn’t she sweet?” Sevika preens, sliding to hold the back of your neck and pull you away.
“She is…” Ambessa rasps warmly, lips swollen and dark, “You’re going to wear something special for us. Pick up our coffee, sit with us, and do your work…right?”
And you nod. All while their hand makes you feel giddy and dizzy. You can still taste Ambessa in your tongue, and feel the light pressure of her hands on your thigh. You nearly feel ashamed to say that if it weren’t for the hand on your waist, you’d be grinding down her lap.
When Sevika comes back, she’s holding a pair of clothing and some heels–not like the ones you wear. They’re more stiletto and old vintage secretary. But you take the clothing, “I’ll be quick.”
You never really look at the clothing Sevika gives you. They’re laid on the bed when you come back from the shower, and when you finally pull them to see, you scoff. You laugh, really, because a part of you can’t believe they want you to wear that. And the other part of you feels your cunt leak at the thought of wearing it for them.
Borderline humiliating.
Sevika has practically handed you one of those outfits you see fake secretaries wearing in porn movies. Black heels, black pencil skirt, and a white blouse, that’s almost sheer, showing specks of your bra, no matter how light they are. You wear a dark bra under the sheer blouse, because you’ve always enjoyed showing off your assets.
The heels make you four inches taller, and you wobble in them, knees locking until you walk around the room, finally getting some kind of stability in them. You last a couple of minutes walking around in the room before you walk back down, hands clutching onto the stair railing before touching the marble floor.
They’re both sitting down, speaking to each other, and they stop staring at you as you slowly walk to them. The blouse is neither tight nor too loose, but it shows the black lazy bra under it, and the skirt covers your ass about three inches above your knee. “Twirl for us.” Preens Sevika, and you do.
Twirling, with a smile, while the two women share a brief look, “Does it look good?”
“Beautiful.”
You follow Sevika and Ambessa into the company, and they keep you inside their office, while they come in and out, handling calls all day. You don’t feel left out; in a way, there’s an intimacy in seeing the way they function. Like two peacocks gliding around each other, giving each other soft touches, sometimes sneaking glances in your direction.
Somewhere around lunchtime, you see Sevika push a stack of papers onto the floor. The papers fly to the floor, scattering around. From the corner of the room, Ambessa looks at the papers and then to you, the end of her lips curling into a smirk. “No need to get up. ‘m sure our dear secretary can pick those up.”
You walk to the corner of her desk, heat flashing across your body as you bend down, knees flushed to the floor. You pick up the papers, eyes looking up when a pair of shoes curl into your view. Ambessa stares down at you, a cup of whiskey in her hand. “Something wrong, little lamb?”
“I don’t think…it’s appropriate for a boss to see into their employees' blouses.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Ambessa says with a soft husk. And her words drip down, as if they shouldn’t be taken seriously–a mere joke, in the hot tension circling the room. You nod your head, giving her a faux pout, eyebrows knitted, still on your knees. “Is that so…then I’m sure we can do something to fix that.”
Before you can even say anything, Sevika’s chair squeaks, and she’s hauling you up by your armpits from behind, pulling you back into the couch on her lap. “Sev–”
“Shh, don’t worry,” She coaxes gently, unbuttoning your blouse until your bra is showing, and you’re scrabbling to hide your breasts. “Aww…isn’t she cute?”
Ambessa walks from the corner of the room, a chair in front of you and Sevika, legs open wide, watching. You inhale sharply, feeling Sevika’s lips on your neck, tongue licking a small strip, nipping at the sensitive skin.
Everything throbs. Your fingertips, your flesh, your cunt, your scalp, the prickling sensation in your skin makes you feel fuzzy and lightheaded. “I think she’s getting impatient, Vika,” Ambessa whispers.
Her words make Sevika turn your head, lips slotted onto yours, forcing her tongue inside until you can taste the cigar she had, and the tiny residue of mint on her molars. She sucks on your tongue until your stomach feels too hot, and you can’t help but whine and moan on her lap.
The feel of Sevika’s fingers on your chest makes your stomach cave in. She caresses them, pulling and squeezing, until she’s pulling them down, giving Ambessa a show. “Don’t they look pretty?”
You squeak as she pulls on your hardened nipples, fingers tightening into a fist. Each pull of your pebbled nipples has heat spreading under your skin, slick soaking your panties until it feels as though you’re able to come just from that. “Please…touch me. Come on, please.”
“She is touching you.” Ambessa retorts, watching her private show with amusement. “Be specific, or Sevika stops.”
You shake your head, too embarrassed. A click of Ambessa’s tongue makes Sevika’s hand drop, though they press to your thighs, teasing your sensitive skin. “C’mon, baby. Tell me where to touch.”
You suck in a breath, eyes staring down at Sevika’s hand sliding into your pencil skirt. “My…please touch my cunt.”
“Atta girl,” Ambessa praises, and Sevika moves to pull down the skirt, leaving you in panties and an open blouse. You’re softly shaking in her hold, biting your lips when Sevika’s hands finally touch your pussy, hovering over the panties, sliding down your folds. Sevika rubs slow circles around your clit, humming in your ear as you twitch and shake in her lap, tongue darting to your ear.
With each rub, the bottom of your panties soaks in your slick, a dark patch slowly growing, until Ambessa can see the outline of your cunt. Her own clit twitches at the sight of your lidded eyes, knitted eyebrows, and sharp breaths. And she gets up from the seat, the sound of her suit pants zipper coming down, showing off the tight harness on her hip.
“Oh fuck,” You gasp, feeling Sevika rake her nail against your clit, sending a sharp spike of pleasure across your spine. The sight of the O ring on Ambessa’s hip as your mouth waters, and you watch her adjust the red dildo on the ring, a soft gold glow connecting the dildo and the harness.
Sevika moans in your ear, “See that?” and she puts more pressure on her fingers, making you quiver, “She’s going to make good use of your mouth. Open.”
It’s as if your brain has stopped working–all rational thoughts fizzle away because you open your mouth immediately, letting Sevika’s finger slide in. Your tongue rolls over the digit, sucking them while Ambessa walks over to you, and you bob your head on them, spit sliding down on the fingers.
When Sevika’s fingers pull out, Ambessa takes advantage, fingers grabbing onto your hair, pushing you into the side of her strap until you can smell the leather. “Mhmm…our pretty thing. Be good and let me use you.”
Ambessa pushes in, still holding onto your hair, until you’re nearly halfway, gagging at the intrusion. You breathe through your nose, letting the soft material and weight of the strap take over your brain until all you think about is pleasing her while Sevika’s metal fingers touch nipples and her hand rubs circles around your clit. Your panties are already soaked, showing the outline of your folds.
“Your pet is making a mess on my lap,” Sevika grunts, and you melt into Ambessa’s faux cock, pushing yourself down until you can feel her all the way in your throat.
Pet.
Pet
The word makes your pussy clench around nothing, and you quickly push off from Ambessa’s cock. You whine, making a strangled whimper, trying to paw at Ambessa’s thighs. “More…mo–more.”
“Fuck…barely got inside her mouth, and she’s already slipping.” Sevika’s hands reach your panties, slipping them down until they drop to your ankle. You launch back to Ambessa’s strap as soon as you feel Sevika’s fingers rubbing up and down the fold, until she starts to slowly sink them in.
“Slow…slow,” Ambessa murmurs through gritted teeth, and she smirks, slapping down the faux cock on your tongue, sinking back inside your warm mouth. The hexstrap makes her feel everything: the slow licks of your tongue against the shaft, and each lick makes her cunt twitch.
The side of the strap glows a soft golden, as you sink all the way in, nose touching the leather and the sliver of grey and black hair from Ambessa’s pelvis. You stay there for a moment, head swimming in nothing and everything. The muscles in your thigh shake, and your belly feels too hot as Sevika’s fingers curl inside you, making you choke on Ambessa.
“Fuck,” Ambessa says with a low moan, pulling away as a thick line of spit connects the tip of her cock to your mouth. You take a deep breath, mouth still open, as Sevika’s fingers fuck into you, curling into that spot, over and over again.
With each jab, Sevika ruts into you, moaning and whining in your ear, “How does her mouth feel…tell me, baby. Tell me.”
“Warm, so fucking warm. You’re going to let Vika feel your mouth back home, ain’t ya?” You nod, despite the blood rushing through your ears, making each sound nearly muffled. But you nod, over and again.
“Yes…yes, use…my mouth.” You slur out, mouth reaching back to Ambessa’s strap while Sevika fucks you harder, and grinds just exactly into that spot that makes her spine tingle. The rough pad of Sevika’s jeans pushes into her clit, and her skin vibrates, nearly losing composure while you moan around Ambessa.
Your hands fly to clutch her hips, pushing your face forward, all the way down until you can’t breathe, and your nose softly itches, inhaling the sweat and musk of her body. Ambessa holds your head down, bucking into your mouth, and the strap glows brighter as she reaches her peak.
It’s all in unison–your cunt clenching around Sevika’s fingers, nails sinking into Ambessa’s dark brown skin, making her cum harder, and Sevika’s clit twitching as she whimpers into your neck. Her dull canines graze your jugular vein, moving up, and sinking just enough that you can feel a sliver of pain as you cum.
And it’s almost like riding a rollercoaster, and feeling the soft vibration or the stillness in your bones as it sinks. Sevika’s teeth and Ambessa’s grip on your hair feel exactly like those few seconds in which you dangle in the air, and you can’t hear anything besides the patter of your heart.
Or like the crescendo of an orchestra where you can hear every instrument so fucking clearly, it’s as if you’re sitting in their spot. Flute, tuba, trumpet, clarinet, everything. Sevika and Ambessa tired you out in a way you’ve never been tired before–not even by your own fingers.
They break you down, slowly, then take care of you until you can breathe properly. Until you feel as though you matter, and the small worries in your brain are simply that–small worries. No more, no less.
Sevika wipes your thighs down, then puts back your pencil skirt, and Ambessa buttons your blouse, putting a blanket over your body. They speak gently, and their touches are featherlike, messaging your skin and tracing over your spine, hips, and neck. “You did beautifully. Our little lamb. So well behaved.”
They praise you until your eyes flutter, and you watch them leave for another meeting. The sky shifts to a pale orange when you finally wake up. There’s still a small amount of papers stacked in their office, but instead of working, they sit next to each other looking through papers until they see you move. “Rested now?”
You grunt into the soft blanket, “What time is it?”
“Some minutes pass six. Still want to go shopping?” Replied Ambessa, setting down her papers on the glass coffee table. You shake your head, yawning and spreading your limbs, feeling them loosen as you stretch.
“Maybe some other day. ‘m hungry, and I still need to finish some homework.” The papers in their hands disappear, and you climb to Ambessa’s lap, knocking your head under her chin. “What time are we leaving?”
“Now.”
Zaun University of Engineering, while small when it comes to building sizes, has a large body of students. Large enough that in each corner you stare, a couple grazes your vision. Two young guys holding each other’s hands as they each hold their own skateboards. Two girls, a tail attached to the hip of one, while the other carries their bags in one hand.
They swarm your vision, and you think of Sevika and Ambessa. You think of them while buying an iced coffee, while in lecture, imagining Sevika’s suited body going over the rules and ideas of the Capstone Project that makes you sick. You’re not really sure what exactly changes your brain chemistry.
The idea comes to you somewhere around the end of your second lecture. Early in the morning, when the fog of the air is clearing up, mildew still swarms soft, green grass. You walk around the campus, grabbing a coffee and sitting down in the library, trying to kill off a few hours before your next class, when you think about it.
You sink into the idea for a few seconds before leaving your things in a little corner and heading to a bathroom. And you stand in the stall, before lifting your shirt, showing off your lacy bra with a leopard design at the bottom. Two pictures, and you inspect them, making sure they show off your breasts before sending them.
You: taking a break before class…i think i need new bras. This one bothers me.
Momma Sev: Jesus, princess. Be careful now, Bessa’s itching to punish you…send another one and I’ll buy the entire Victoria's Secret store for you.
Mommy Bessa: Send her another picture, and you won’t be able to sit for an entire week. Sevika, get off the phone, we’re in a meeting. Y/N…don’t even think about touching yourself.
You: :( why??? I still have one more hour to kill, can’t I have a little fun? Please, mommy!!!
There’s a brief pause in which your messages seem to ring in the air with no response. You fidget in the stall, worried the name fucked everything up. The bubbling in your stomach slowly fizzes away until your phone pings.
Momma Sev: C’mon, Bessa, give our pretty bunny permission, look how cutely she’s asking for permission.
Mommy Bessa: Marco will pick you up right now. Clothes off, in the bed.
You’ve never felt anticipation like now. After you shower, you lie on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling, body drumming with energy. You can feel your heart in your veins, the slow purr of the room, hissing in your ear, until the door clicks open.
Your lip quivers, and their thudding footsteps make you look to the side, each step laced with need and want. Each look brimming with desire, “Tsk. We need to train that mischievous nature outta her, don’t you think, Sev?”
Each smack delivered across your ass makes you shake. A sharp exhale crosses the air, mixing in with the sharp sound of Ambessa’s fingers spread across your bottom. Your spine is scalding, tightening with each smack, and it makes your cunt twitch–pain not filled with grief or sadness but pleasure brought on by someone who truly sees you.
“Fu–fuck, please,” You whimper, as another smack hits you. You’re leaking, slick coating your inner thighs, and Sevika watches from the chair situated in front of you and Ambessa. The hexstrap is already holstered around her hip, cigar on her mouth, blowing air in your direction.
“Language.”
You gasp. “Twelv…twelve. I can’t…I can’t.” You’re nearly losing count of how many smacks have landed against your ass. Ambessa’s heavy hands caress the skin, watching it darken to a beautiful colour, and all she can think of is making sure the risk of your skin match.
A bite mark on your thigh. Another on your neck. Another on your stomach. Everywhere–everyplace someone may look, and wonder who did that to you. “You can…and you will,” She commands, and Sevika spits on her strap, slowly fucking into her fist as it glows purple.
“Maybe if you call her what you said earlier, she might be softer?” Whines Sevika, clit twitching with each stroke against the soft purple ridges of the strap. “Call her that special name.”
How humiliating. You give them a dry sob, and another hard smack rings. Your shoulders are shaking, salty tears brimming in your eyes, falling on the bed sheets. With each sniffle, the air bites into your ass, intensifying the pain.
Thirteen.
“And here you were calling her obedient, and a well-behaved lamb.” Ambessa says, “Tsk. How disappointing.”
You feel the air move behind you. The seconds of relief as Ambessa’s hands extend into the air, before coming down. “Mommy, please.” You sniffle out the words, fisting the sheets, and a second passes where you feel nothing.
“Fuck.”
“Say it again.”
The pain has transcended your brain. You feel too stupid to figure out who’s asking or who’s talking to you. Either way, you repeat the word. Mommy. Mommy. Ambessa caresses your stung cheek, softly squeezing the flesh, humming in content. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The softness lasts a good minute before she’s manoeuvring you to sit on her lap, legs open, showing Sevika your pussy. Your hands shoot to cover yourself up, and Ambessa is quick to grab them, holding them against your stomach as Sevika sinks to her knees, crawling to you. Her rough hand touches your inner thigh, as Ambessa licks the shell of your ear.
A tight gasp erupts from your mouth, “Sev–”
“Wrong name.” She murmurs against your skin, licking the twitching muscle. Your hands tremble in Ambessa’s hold, and your skin curls in coldness at the feel of Sevika’s tongue darting to your cunt. She licks your folds, avoiding the swollen bud, lapping a flat strike from your hole to your clit.
The rush of pleasure makes your spine shake, rewarding Sevika’s tongue with a loud, needy moan curled into a dry sob. Each sob you give her makes Sevika’s spine twitch, and Ambessa sinks into the feeling of watching you shake and whine. Wet, lewd noises echo into your ears, and Ambessa licks the side of your neck, sucking the skin and smelling the sweat pouring from your skin.
“Does it feel good? Tell her how good she’s fucking you.” Ambessa murmurs in your ear, nuzzling into your neck, guiding your own hands to your breast. She forces your hands to squeeze, “Fuck yourself on mommy’s face.”
The name makes your stomach heat up. Your hips buck into Sevika’s tongue, and she finally closes her lips around your clit, sucking the nerve until her chin dribbles with spit. “Oh–oh, feels good, s–so good…harder…please”
Sevika pulls away, taking the pleasure with her as you whine into the air. “Shh…Bessa wants to feel you.” And Ambessa holds your hands with one hand while the other, slithers down, fingers gliding between your folds before one finger slides inside. You gasp, her finger thicker compared to Sevika, and you feel the feigness of fullness curling in your belly.
As Sevika sits back, licking her lips, Ambessa curls her finger inside you, japping at your g-spot before sliding another finger, and groaning in sync with your meek moans and whimpers. The bedroom sounds like a symphony of noises, mixing in with the sweat beads pouring down your temple and neck.
Each press inside you makes you shake until the feeling has your bones raddling, clenching down around Ambessa’s fingers, slick pouring down her long fingers. “Fuck…taking mommy’s fingers so fucking well.” Ambessa moans in your ear.
“Good–feels so fucking good…better than…than my own.” You squirm on her lap, the pulse in your cunt becoming unbearable until Ambessa fucks into the spot one more time, and you clench, biting your bottom lip until you can faintly taste blood. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers.”
Through the dizzing pleasure circling your brain, Sevika and Ambessa share a look. The one that mirrors their long night's conversation and fantasy. Who will fuck you first? The debate had come down to Sevika, considering she found you first.
She argued that you, making you sob on her strap, would be the reward for getting such a pretty thing on Ambessa’s lap. And they agreed on it. After a beat, Ambessa curls her arms under your thighs, keeping your legs open, and forcing you to wrap a hand around her neck.
She stands holding you in her arms as Sevika follows, watching your unfocused, lidded eyes land on the glowing toy attached to her hip. Ambessa’s back lands on the wall, “You’re gonna feel her in your stomach. Be as loud as you want.”
And it sounds something akin to permission and a lust-filled promise, while Sevika presses a wet kiss on your lips, licking and sucking on your bottom lip. Her strap nudges against your pussy, and she slowly moves, sinking in little by little, using her tongue to distract you from the slight burn coursing along your veins.
“Nngh…” You can’t find any words, too focused on the feel of skin pressed against yours, and the burn that slowly fizzes away, leaving only the sensation of fullness curling in your lower belly. “Oh–”
Sevika grunts, feeling your warmth curl around her clit, until she’s sunken all the way in and your ass hits her thigh. She swears for a second she can see your cunt clenching down on her strap, though she feels the sensation anyway. It’s intoxicating–nearly deafening, until she pulls out and pushes back in, moaning with each buck her hips give.
Your head rolls back into Ambessa’s shoulder, and the older woman moves her head to plant soft kisses along your temple. “C’mon…” She croons, “Beg her to fuck you correctly.”
“Harder,” You gasp, “Please…hard–harder.”
Sevika’s pace picks up, hips snapping into you, punching in with each thrust until you can actually feel her in your stomach, strap pushing inside your walls. Each drag feels nearly biblical, pushing loud, unabashed moans from your throat, making Sevika fuck you harder, until your flesh is snapping into each other.
The lewd sound rings in the room, a fast, squelch pulsing and connecting you both. “She’s…she’s fucking tightening around me, baby,” Sevika whimpers, hands reaching under your ass. “I can…I can feel her. Fuck–so fucking pretty, so fucking good for us.”
“Of course she is,” Ambessa grunts, back pushing into the wall, “Squeezing around you like some slut, begging to be used.”
Fat tears stream down your cheek, and you clench around Sevika at the ring of that term. “‘m no–”
“Liar…but it’s okay, we can take care of your needy cunt.” Sevika grits out, and it makes your spine tighten. Your hands scrabble to grip onto something, anything, and the pleasure wiggles through your mind, leaving you breathless with the pressure of Sevika’s strap inside you. Her hips twitch, moving a simple centimeter and hitting a perfect spot.
You buck into Sevika’s strap, desperately trying to fuck yourself, toes curling as the pleasure spreads across your body, making you too delirious to even utter a coherent sentence. Sevika’s brain is filled with the sole thought of making you cum, and Ambessa is nearly on the edge, fat, clit swollen, while she hears the filthy squelch of your pussy drinking in Sevika.
For a second, she pulls out until she’s nearly out, eyes focused on how your pussy clenches around the head of the strap, sending a rush of vibration across Sevika’s clit. She tightens around nothing before slamming back, watching you shake and sob, babbling, too fucked out to say her name, Ambessas. “Make her cum, baby.”
Sevika leans her body closer, bucking her hips before burrowing inside your walls, “So–so good,” You mewl, skin prickly all over, mind nearly melted from how fucking good Sevika fucks into you.
Your peak is rushed, pulled and crashed. A moment of simple bliss that makes your eyes cross, drool slipping down your chin as you sevika burrows herself once more, pushing her lips onto yours, hips jolting. You ride out your orgasm with nothing in your head, eyes glassy and gone while Sevika milks her strap, filling your insides with her own cum–her own beautiful creation per the robotics department. “Mommy–”
Ambessa hums in your ear, “One more baby,” She says all but cruelly, while Sevika pulls out, thigh twitching. Slick and cum coat the purple strap, and she discards it before quickly fetching Ambessa’s, coming behind her while she places you on the bed.
Sevika clips the strap on Ambessa’s hip, placing the golden and red dildo on the red inside the O ring, then kissing her. From the bed, through hazy eyes, you watch their heated kiss, and how Sevika’s hands wander to Ambessa’s supple breasts, the sight of tongue from the corner of the mouth, nearly making you collapse.
To say you are turned on is not enough; you are vibrating in your skin, brimming with need. When they pull back, a line of spit connects their lips, and Ambessa moans. A hand reaches your ankles, pulling you down, and prying you open, before Ambessa puts one leg just next to your thigh.
Your mind has gone fuzzy enough that everything feels good, and the sliver of pain elicited by Ambessa’s strap working you open wanes away and turns into all-consuming pleasure. Her hand ever so slightly pushed down on your stomach, until she’s fully inside, and your inside feels as though you’re about to explode. “Amb–please, pleas…please”
“If you keep moving, I’ll tie you up,” And your cunt twitches at that. The feel of the strap eats your nerves alive, and it feels so good and yet too much; it rips a sob out of you.
She hits the same spot, and your hips buck as if begging for more, “Mommy, too mu–much.” You gasp, hands curling into fists, and Ambessa smiles while Sevika crawls next to you, nuzzling her face in your neck.
“Feels too much, baby? You need a break?” Sevika coos in your ear, messaging the flesh of your soft stomach, raking her nails along, until her hands reach your breasts. “Should mommy stop?”
You don’t shake or nod your head, hips still bucking down to meet Ambessa’s soft, slow thrusts as her strong hands hold the back of your thighs. There’s a brief pause in the air, and you barely realise Ambesssa has stopped thrusting inside you, until she laughs, condescending and really fucking mean, “Begging me to stop and yet, you’re the one fucking yourself on my strap. Look at her, Sev.”
Sevika leans up to see you, pushing down into Ambessa’s strap, milking yourself on the faux cock until there’s a white ring near the base of the faux cock. She groans out loud, pushing her mouth to yours, forcing her tongue to lap around your pink one, until you’re too stupid to realise you’re still fucking yourself faster on Ambessa, chasing the feeling of your muscles tightening.
Sevika pulls away, dragging her tongue on your bottom lip, then kissing down until she reaches your breasts. You’re still rutting down on Ambessa, ignoring the click of a phone that flashes white around your vision, and you continue until she takes control and rolls her hips.
It’s sudden the way she pulls out, then jackhammers back in, until the slap of your ass against her strong thighs rings violently in the room. And it mirrors that of the claps of thunder, fast and loud. “Almost there…”
“‘m gon–”
And Ambessa leans into your space, as Sevika moves her head from your pebbled nipples, fingers clutching your chin, moving it just to the other side. You can feel her breath on your face, the warmth of her nipples rubbing against yours, and the hard jabs of her strap against your G-spot. “If it’s not on our fingers, mouths or strap, you won’t cum at all. You understand?”
You nod, brain too foggy to say no or any coherent words. Strong fingers rub your swollen, puffy clit, and the lewd, wet squelch of your pussy gets louder as Ambessa’s hips snap, striking the cleft of your ass.
Your hips buckle, vision blurring with tiny black dots as blood roars across your ears. Your fingers shake, and your muscles twitch, eyes crossing until you can’t see anything but the blurred frame of Ambessa and the white wall behind her. “Please–”
When you wake up, you’re cleaned and washed, while Ambessa pets your hair, and Sevika lays her head on your stomach. Her mechanical arm is on the night table, and the soft hum of the AC feels like a lullaby against the past silence. “Did you both recognise me when I interned for your company?”
Sevika hums, “Yeah…we weren’t the ones who accepted you since we left that up to the robotics department, but…I did and then called Ambessa to see you.”
“How come you guys didn’t speak to me?”
“We weren’t sure if you remembered us…we couldn’t approach you simply based on the idea that maybe you just forgot.” Ambessa replies, and she turns her body to the side, resting her hand on Sevika’s hair. “When your father came to us, we proposed the idea of marriage simply to see you. We didn’t think he’d easily sell his daughter and go through it.”
You laugh, “He’s a greedy man.”
“That he is.”
Sex becomes a frequency. Sometimes with Sevika in the bathroom where she eats you out like it’s her last meal, and other times with Ambessa, where she has you on the couch, rubbing her fat clit over yours. She pulls your hair, calling you her pretty lamb and her dumb, needy baby who can’t get off without her fingers.
The promise of not cumming if not on their hands, mouth and strap, is kept. At first, you thought they were joking, until you came back to the apartment after a staggering long day, and realised the toys in your room were gone.
The bright pink vibrator was gone. The small five-inch semi-realistic dildo, gone. The clear seven-inch birating one–a gift from Jinx after your second year, gone.
You: my toys…they’re gone…
Mommy Bessa: We told you. Hands, mouth or strap. Everything about you belongs to us now.
Momma Sev: Feeling needy, little lamb?
You: Just finished two exams :( going to pass out if I don’t cum or at least drink a bottle of vodka.
Mommy Bessa: Wait home, and we’ll fuck you to sleep.
And they do exactly that, until an hour blends into four, and you’re crying, each orgasm punched out of you. But you sleep like you’ve been doused in diphenhydramine and soaked in lavender oil. It goes on for a good two months, though not every day.
Then it curls into one or twice when the company begins to launch a new product. Between their endless work and coming home late, and you studying for exams and final exams, you find that you spend almost two months without getting off. Most of the time, you slept alone and took advantage of the time to study in bed or watch old shows.
Then sometimes you’d feel the bed dip, and sleep huddled in warmth and their scent. But they were always gone in the morning. You only ever spoke to them when they’d text you, or you’d get a chance to eat dinner with them as they took a break between classes.
You missed their presence in general. You missed being held to sleep, and how they’d suffocate you in bed when you couldn’t sleep. The launch took all their time. But a part of you always found it easy to manoeuvre around problems.
Nearly two months into their launch. You find yourself clutching onto Sevika’s arm, while Ambessa is sitting on the couch, with a lit cigar on her lips. You straddle Sevika’s lap, rubbing yourself on her, face pressed on her neck, inhaling her scent. And they’re basically ignoring you while you try to get off, and it hurts so much just how turned on it makes you.
The drag of your clit on the material of Sevika’s suit warms your skin. Your ragged breath hits her flesh, and you rut into her thigh, until your lower belly is boiling, and your nails dig into her clothed muscles. The chair rocks under your weight, a slow rhythmic squeak, bouncing along the walls, while Ambessa puts out her cigar.
There’s a knock on the door, and Sevika grunts, “Off, princess.”
You whimper, “‘m so close, n–no. Please”, and a hard smack lands on your thigh, as she pushes you off, a damp spot evident on her suit. You’re nearly crying from just how close you were, and your dress is still crunched up.
Ambessa gives you an apologetic look, “On the couch, baby. If you stay quiet, then we’ll give you a treat.”
Someone comes in, and they talk and talk. It expands on for thirty minutes, and by then, you’re hungry, though the itch in your cunt does not lessen. When the people leave, Ambessa turns to you with an apologetic face. “We’re sorry, baby, but we have to go. Marco will take you home.”
“I can’t believe this.” You say with a grumble. “You’ve been ignoring me for the past month.” And tears lather your waterline, before you’re rushing out of the office, ignoring how they call out your name.
When you get home, you’re incapable of thinking about anything besides the fact that Sevika and Ambessa haven’t given you a sliver of attention besides the soft kisses and little touches. And then this.
You knew the rule. They'd made it crystal clear: no touching herself, no toys, no relief without them. But they aren’t here. They’re at the office, again, leaving you alone with this gnawing, throbbing need that makes your lower belly flutter.
You find it in the back of your shared closet, hidden between the many expensive suits and clothing. A sleek purple vibrator, curved and smooth, similar to your old bright pink one.
Your fingers trembled as you pulled it out, the silicone cool against your palm. You grapple with the impending consequences this might have. You think about it for a good…five minutes.
As the cold air curls in your skin, the dress comes off, and you spread your legs on the bed. You don’t bother with lube or anything, you’re wet enough, clit swollen and aching.
You press the vibrator against yourself, and the first vibration sends a jolt through your spine. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, yet the sound leaves your throat anyway.
The room is filled with your ragged whimpers with each jolt of your spine, hips bucking against your own hand, breath coming in short gasps. It doesn’t take long before you come with a straggled cry, thigh muscles shaking, and pussy clenching around nothing. And you think about your first time with Sevika and Ambessa, chasing a second orgasm.
When you finally collapse, you’re drenched in sweat, thighs sticky, and mind foggy. You barely had the strength to put the vibrator away, moving it away from your pulsing cunt, and you curl onto your side, still naked from the waist down.
You wake up to a touch. Not the sharp sting of the morning light, or a sharp sound of the shower being turned on—but fingers, soft and deliberate, tracing up your ankle.
You hum, mind still thick with sleep, your body lax and warm. The touch slides higher, over your calf, knee, and the sensitive inside of your thigh. You shiver, eyes fluttering open to see Sevika. She gleams at you, kneeling on the bed beside you, a few strands of her dark, short hair falling over her cold, grey eyes.
Her hand is on your thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles into the skin, while Ambessa stands at the foot of the bed, undressing. Her strong, broad shoulders roll as she shrugs off her blouse, her breasts spilling free, nipples dark and hard.
She watches you with that unusual, steady, unreadable expression that always makes your stomach flip. And her eyes dart to the toy on your side, giving you a smirk.
Oh god
"We're sorry, princess," Sevika whispers, her voice low and honeyed. She leaned down, pressing her lips to your stomach, trailing kisses up toward your ribs. "We promise tonight was the last night in the office."
You grumble, body still heavy with sleep, but you turn your face away from Sevika's touch. A weak, playful resistance. "Liar."
Sevika laughs, soft and warm, and presses herself closer, nuzzling into your neck. Her breath is hot against the sensitive skin. "I'm not lying. We're done. We're all yours now."
From the side, Ambessa walks toward the bathroom, naked body shadowed against the dim light, and she pauses at the doorway, "Let Sevika touch you, and you won't come for an entire week."
You pause, hands curled into fists, trying to push at Sevika's shoulders, "No—no, please—"
But Sevika catches your wrist, pinning them to the mattress on either side of your head, leaning in to brush her lips on your collarbone. Her tongue flicks out to taste the sweat on your skin, groaning as she sucks on the tender skin.
“It's okay," Sevika murmurs, sucking a bruise, holding you down with each movement you give her. Your hips twitch. "It's okay, baby. She won't find out."
"Momma, please," You whimper, voice cracking into a dry sob. "She won't… won't let me cum… please, no more."
"She won't find out," Sevika repeats, and her hand slides down your body, over your ribs, your hip, settling between her legs. But she doesn’t touch you where you need her to. Just featherlight strokes along your inner thigh–teasing.
You squirm under her touch, breath hitching with every stroke, while the water of the shower rings. Sevika keeps touching you, whispering soft reassurances, until the water stops and Ambessa comes into view, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist.
She walks to the bed, body dry, and sits down. You look between her and Sevika as the older woman finally gets off you, smiling like a crazed fox looking at her prey. Without a word, Ambessa pulls you across her lap, positioning your ass up, legs dangling off the side.
"Wait, wait–," You shriek, voice cutting off at the crack of Ambessa’s palm on your ass. "’m sorry I used the toy. I'm sorry I disobeyed. I just—I missed you both so much, and I was so lonely, and I—"
The second spank cuts you off. A sharp, stinging crack across your left cheek. You yelp, while her hands fly back, they stain the air for a second as Sevika undresses herself. "We gave you a rule," Ambessa says, her voice calm and measured. "And you broke it."
Smack. The other cheek. You cried out, tears welling in your eyes. "I know, Mommy. I know. I'm sorry. Please—I'll be good. I'll be so good—"
Smack. "You will be." Smack. Your thighs shake as her hands come down to the junction between your ass and thigh, each smack worse than the other. “Because we're going to remind you, exactly." Smack. "Who you belong to."
Ten more, alternating cheeks, each one harder than the last until you’re hiccuping into the bedsheets, ass burning, and your cunt aching. Slick spills out of your pussy, coating your inner thighs. By the time Ambessa stops, your ass is hot to the touch, and Sevika is smiling on the bed. “‘m sorry,” You hiccup.
"I know,” Ambessa murmurs, and she shifts you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. Ambessa settles between them, tongue darting to your pussy, like she’s starving. Her tongue licks broad and flat strokes through your folds, circling your clit with deliberate pressure.
Your hips buck, fingers tangling in the soft sheets of the bed, “Ambe—please, I'm so close—"
But Ambessa pulls back, driving you to the edge of an orgasm, before dipping back down, sucking down your swollen, puffy clit. Each time, she’d begin with the agonising pleasure, lapping and flicking your clit, before slowing down, and backing off until your orgasm receded.
Over and over again, until the minutes blender, and you’re left a mess–tears, sweat and drooling seeping to your skin, body trembling with need. Sevika kneels beside you, stroking your hair, voice a low tease, “Tsk. Look at you. So fucking pathetic for us. Desperate for release. You think you deserve it, baby? After breaking the rules?"
You shake your head, glassy, wide eyes staring into her grey ones, "No—no, I don't deserve—"
"That's right. You don't. But you're still our good girl, aren't you? Our pretty little slut. So obedient when you want to be."
Ambessa's tongue circles your clit again, a subtle pressure of her teeth, making your hips jolt. Your cheeks are damp with fat tears, and your belly feels tight and heavy–aching. "Sev—"
“God, it was cruel being at work so late every day. We couldn’t stand being away from you. Nearly convinced Bessa to make up some excuse so you can be our little desk pet.” She groans as Ambessa slows down for the nth time. “We worked so hard, and yet, here we found you, touching yourself like the needy little whore you are"
"Nng– please–"
Ambessa leans up from your cunt, mouth glistening with spit and slick, “Don’t worry, we're going to ruin you until you remember that."
When they finally stop tormenting you, you’re boneless, muscles twitching, mind blank, with loud hiccups flowing from your mouth. Your hands twitch, reaching for Ambessa as her thick fingers work you open, and you press filthy, wet kisses on her neck, whimpering into her skin. Sevika moves to retrieve the familiar hexstrap from the drawer, and she straps it on, the base pressing against her own clit.
The bed dips under her weight, and you whine as Ambessa’s fingers slide from your cunt. You barely catch your breath before Sevika is turning you over, pulling your hips, and pushing inside, making your back cave in. Your face is pressed flat on the bed, deep ragged breaths warning the sheets, until Sevika is buried to the hilt, hips flushed against your ass.
“Fuck,” She drawls, “Mhm, we should try this position often, baby.” Your breath hitched, arms shaking, and you feel Sevika’s hands on your hips, mouth open, drool slipping to the sheets.
“Too bad, you can’t see her crying,” Retorts Ambessa, strapping the red and golden dildo on her hips. Ambessa sits in front of you, yanking your head from the bed, guiding it towards her own faux cock. She pets her thumb over your bottom lip, enjoying how needy you are, mind blank with drool sliding down your chin.
"Suck.”
You take it in, lips stretching around the silicone, your tongue lapping the fake shaft. And they begin to move, Sevika fucking you from behind, long, languid thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside you, while Ambessa fucks your mouth, hips rocking in rhythm with Sevika's.
She slowly fucks in and out of your mouth, keeping you down in that low-fuzzy state. “Deeper, baby…I know you can do it, my pretty lamb. Mhm, that’s it.” And she bucks into your hot mouth, feeling each suck in her own clit.
Her body shudders as your tongue licks a wet stripe over the skin of the strap, sending vibrations through her skin. You lap at her fake cock, head empty, cunt pulsing as Sevika’s hips smack into your ass. Little whimpers fall from your mouth, blood rushing through every part of your body, until waves of pleasure curl in your lower belly.
It’s too much and yet not enough. Your muffled moans vibrate around the cock in your throat, cunt clenching around Sevika. The feel of Sevika’s hand striking your ass is deafening, pain curls into pleasure, and you come without warning. A shuddering release that cracks along your spine like thunder, high-pitched hiccup swallowed by Ambessa’s faux cock.
“Tsk. Always coming before us. Should use your ass instead of your pussy, to teach you a lesson.” Sevika snarls, hips still snapping into you.
For a second, you’d think they’d stop, but they keep fucking you through it, overstimulation turning the pleasure into something sharp and raw, biting at your nerves. As you tighten around the strap, Sevika’s pace fastens until it hits perfect enough that her grip tightens around your waist, until you’re sure she’ll leave bruises.
You sob, drool running down your chin, hips twitching helplessly as Sevika cums, and Ambessa shoves your head down into her. It makes you hazier, your body feeling almost too heavy to hold onto your limbs until you’re being pushed away, with a loud cough filled with spit. For a moment, she lets you rest your cheek on her thigh, petting your hair, chest heaving heavily, as Sevika pulls out of you.
The sensation of emptiness makes you whine, and it’s intoxicating to feel her cum drip out of you. “Again, baby, for us.” Ambessa breaths, pulling you on top of her body as she lies down. Your head falls on her chest, mouth searching for her dark nipples, and as she pushes her own wet cock inside you, your mouth latches onto her.
You hiccup into her nipple, drooling on her skin, weakly pushing your hips back for more. To feel full again. “‘ts go–good,” You mumble on her skin, “good.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Ambessa whispers, kneading at your ass, spreading you open, until she’s pushed through, burrowed inside your swollen pussy. She grunts at the pleasure while you suck on her pebbled peaks. She stops for a second, “Need to turn you over, baby. I’ll feel better, promise.”
You whine again, mind still fuzzy as they turn you on your back, legs still open, while Ambessa sinks back into you. Her breath hits the shell of your ear, and kisses your lobe, sucking on it with a soft moan. Ambessa moves your head to her face, sliding her tongue inside your mouth, and your head spins.
Your brain crashes at the sensation of Ambessa’s cock inside your cunt and her tongue in your mouth, while Sevika moves to thumb your clit. The sudden sensation makes your legs twitch, a soft kick curling at her side, and you try to push away, but Ambessa kisses you harder.
“I can see her tightening around you, baby,” Sevika whines, licking your clit for a second. You twist and shake until Ambessa moves away and you’re able to breathe with a tight gasp.
“Fuc–fuck,” You breath. Ambessa’s thrust picks up, and Sevika’s thumb presses down into your clit, never moving as the older woman fuckkss into you like it’s her last job on earth.
“God, she looks so fucking beautiful getting fucked by us,” Ambessa preens in your ear, hands moving to cup your chest, fingers poking down into the hardened peaks. “Don’t you want a little keepsake, dove?”
Each smack against your ass echoes in the room, and your body trembles, while Sevika’s phone points to your sweat-soaked body. The camera shutters white, and Ambessa holds your hands, forcing your fingers to make a peace sign, “Smile, baby. Smile.”
You obey every command, fuzzy vision nearly whitening at the shutter of the camera as you smile at it, lidded eyes too unfocused to see anything. Your hips grind down into Ambessa’s strap, muscles tightening with each movement. Each press against your G-spot has you delirious and aching.
“Perfect,” Sevika coos, her hand slides down to your stomach, pressing flat against your belly. And she whispers it, voice soft and crooked, "Wouldn't she look absolutely breathtaking with our little one, baby?”
You freeze, eyes widening, as the words cut through the haze of pleasure. You shake your head, mouth releasing a wet hiccup, "No—please, please—I can't," you sob, tongue catching in your mouth. "Don't. Don't say that.”
But Ambessa smiles next to your ear, low and dark, pressing a kiss to your temple. Her hand joins Sevika's on your belly, patting it softly, as she pushes in, faster and harder. "It's okay," Ambessa murmurs, her voice a low purr. "Mommy will take care of you when your belly starts growing. We'll keep you safe and full."
You whimper, trying to ignore how good the words sound in Ambessa’s lips. They flow around your fuzzy brain, while the pressure inside you builds again, coiling around your muscles. “That’s it, fuck yourself, mhm give us a show.”
Like Sevika, at some point, Ambessa has stopped fucking you, and you’ve started grinding down on her, acting like a dog in heat, chasing your own pleasure, delirious on the thought of carrying Sevika’s or Ambessa’s child. Your cunt spasms around Ambessa’s strap, back arching while Sevika massages your clit.
Your eyes roll with one last stroke, the feel of fluid brimming inside you, makes your skin tingle. Ambessa milks her own orgasm, working through her puffy clit until the heat in her stomach subdues and she’s left with your weight on her body, and the tiny twitches you give her.
Your face is wet. Everything is wet and sweaty while your cunt gleams with cum sliding down the side of Ambessa’s strap. You try to catch your breath as you come down, slowly and softly, still feeling dizzy and warm around the edges.
Sevika collapses around you, and Ambessa softly moves you to the side, a tangle of limbs and sweat and breath. Sevika kisses your shoulder, and Ambessa pets you. "Good girl," they whisper almost in unison. "Our good girl.”
You never really figure out the extent of Sevika and Ambessa’s possessiveness, not until you’re strapped to a coffee table, limbs tied to the small legs. There’s a bone gag in your mouth, and the sensation of fullness has curled in your stomach for the past hour.
The special black chastity belt fills your ass and pussy, until you can feel yourself leak into it. The lock on the front softly hits the metal heart plating in the front. You’ve been spread and teased until your cheeks are damp, and you can’t tell what time it is despite the sky gleaming a bright blue.
Each of your movements is restricted, not only by the ropes but by the ashtray on your belly–Ambessa and Sevika’s favorite ashtray. Smoke has curled around the living room, while Ambessa and Sevika talk about work, as if you’re not tied in front of them, glassy eyes looking–begging for relief. “What should we do?”
Sevika shrugs, “We can always hold a council meeting. This is an issue that takes time, but we can have it take too much time.” She sighs and moves to press the end of the cigar on the ashtray that twitches with the movement of your stomach muscles.
You can feel the faint heat of the bottom of the tray on your belly. Like the small warmth of a blow-dryer against your scalp. The sensation is intoxicating. Not being able to move, and being used as something less than human.
“So quiet, today.” Ambessa murmurs, tight black dress showing the curves of her body. She leans back into the couch, eyes raking across your body. “You sure you want to head to that dinner meeting today?”
“Should we, baby?” Sevika says, looking at her, then at you. Your head rocks to the side, keeping your stomach still. And they both smile at you. “Maybe we’ll stay in. Tell ‘em our pet needs to be taken care of.”
a/n: 14.1k....my longest fic yet lol!!! hope the smut was long enough lol, i tried to alternate and make sure to pay attention to both sev and bessa!!
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