drabble # 7 of hannahâs one hundred drabble challenge : face sitting with sevika except sheâs subby and shy
content : subby sevika , oral , face sitting , married au
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Through the years you had known Sevika, you knew she hated it whenever someone got to know something that visibly weakened her.
It wasnât because she hated her weak spots being knownâyeah she didâbut it made her feel weird because she simply hated the idea of feeling vulnerable. She never trusted easily and even with those she trusted with her life, she never let them know personal details about her. Knowledge was the biggest weapon and sheâd be damned than let someone in on something that could be used against her in any way, shape or form.
You knew she was horny from the moment she walked in the bedroom, her jaw clenched tight and the smell of smoke clinging to her like a second skin. You looked over lazily, not bothering to turn your attention to her entirely.
âYou gonna sulk around or tell me whatâs going on?â
âNothing,â Sevika paused, then quickly added, âbad day.â
You tilted your head, âwhatâs got you so frustrated?â
âNothinâ.â
âItâs clearly not ânothinââ, youâre fuming so much Iâm afraid youâre gonna breathe the world into a fireball any second.â
Sevika rolled her eyes and gave you the look. You smiled sweetly.
âCome here.â
She didnât move.
âCome here.â You said again, firmer this time.
Sevika felt herself get a little wet. Sheâd rather die than admit that.
So, biting down hard on her tongue she walked over to you and stopped a few inches away from your seated form on the couch.
âWhat dâyâwant?â
âSo grumpy,â you extended your arms out and made her sit down beside you. You raised your legs, stretching them out right across Sevikaâs lap, âtell me, whatâs got my wife so worked up?â
Sevikaâs cheeks flushed a faint color.
âNothinâ, I told youâŠâ
âNo, baby, donât do that with me,â you said, your smile never wavering, âyou can fool a lot of people. But youâre never gonna fool me when you look like a guilty puppy.â
Sevikaâs face burned redder, the sight was amusing to you. You leaned your back against the arm of the couch.
âAre you needy?â
âNoâ!â
âYou get all defensive and grumpy when you are.â
â...â
For a good few minutes, she was considering her words very carefully before she finally admitted;
âYeah, Iâm⊠needy.â
âAlright, nothinâ wrong with that.â
âYou donât understand.â
âYeah, I do.â
âNo, you donât.â
You got up. âHow?â
âIâ...â
The hesitation made everything clear to you. Sevika never got shy. But now she was⊠that could only mean one thing. You grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bed.
Wordlessly, you climbed on bed and laid on your back. Then looked at her and said,
âSit on my face.â
âBabyâfuck, no, Iâm gonna crush your neckââ
âDid I fucking stutter, Vika?â
The air between you both turned cold almost comically. Sevika swallowed thickly, throat bobbing, her resolve shattering like fragile glass.
Then, she nervously climbed in bed and started throwing her clothes to the floor. You watched with hungry eyes as the last of the fabric covering her left her gorgeous body and she crawled over your face.
She was fucking dripping.
What a slut.
You saw the way she hesitated, way too shy to bear down her entire weight on your face. But you didnât care. Your arms flung out, tightly wrapping around her powerful thighs and you pulled her down.
Yeah, Sevika was a very strong woman but the one person she wouldnât take advantage of her strength against was youâso she let you position her however you pleased. You brought her down firmer against your face, angling your mouth in a way that ensured you got maximum access to her sticky juices.
Sevika gasped and faced up towards the ceiling, involuntarily grinding her hips down to get more friction from your tongue. You smirked and held her in place, your tongue snaking inside.
The feeling was too pleasurable. Sevika hadnât ever imagined herself submitting to someone fully⊠but with you, she felt things she had never felt before. She wasnât new to receiving pleasure like this, but she was new to feeling like she could let her partner handle all of her without having to step up in dominance herselfâŠ
Something about that made her cunt tingle.
âFuck, please, donât stop,â she moaned despite herself, the sound so faint you almost didnât catch it.
âThatâs my girl,â you muttered against her pussy, letting her discharge drool down from her entrance to your chin.
Your words are fueling her. She doesnât know what to do, how to react, how to moan. Itâs like for a second the concept of sex didnât make sense to her. She clenched around nothing and let out another needy soundâone that sounded more like a whimper now.
You were now even more determined to make your shy, subby butch wife cum on your tongue.
gf!abby gets the sloppiest head of her life. bc she deserves it đŒ
Cw: established relationship, needy!abby, abby receiving, reader!giving, pussy eating, bigCl!tabby, nicknames used (honey, baby) smut 18+ MDNI!! no ai used duhh đ
it was late into the evening, too early for bed though. You were so bored usually the room filled with laughter and chatter between you and abby.
Abbyâs eyes bore into the tv, you didnât really care what she watching, but her knee kept bouncing repeatedly.
Her body peered ridged, something must be bothering her.
Maybe on her way to work?
Maybe her coworkers, everyday she comes home with story of the most incompetent people she has to deal with.
You eat it up every time though, usually ranting about her day makes her feel better. Finally some relief from the exhausting day, and yet she hasnât said much today.
Lazily stretching your foot over to Abbyâs lap nudging her thigh slightly, pink fluffy socks invading her space she gladly excepted.
âAbby?â a soft voice broke through the quiet.
âWhatâs up, babyâ her eyes darted towards you her hands softly massaging your feet.
âYouâre just so quiet todayâ chuckling out. Normally youâre a bit more talkative just wanna check in.
Abby smiles at that gesture. She grips your ankle pulling you against her. A sugary vanilla scent invades the space between.
âGod youâre so good to meâ Abby breathes out. Always so worried about me.
This angle is much more revealing you thought studying her expression, mouth slightly parted pink hue spreading across her face seeping down her neck.
âIâd be much better if you tell me whatâs wrongâ you questioned.
âBaby⊠âabby whined shifting in her seat. Itâs not what youâre thinking itâs a little embarrassing.
âAbigail tell me whatâs got you so worked upâ.
Hearing you say her name like that making her toes curl.
your doey eyes peering down, you could see it in her eyes now. The desperation, that was apparent.
Abby looked like she was gonna cry the grip on your waist had gotten tighter. Abby face drew closer to yours leaning against you.
God⊠Iâm just so horny for you she whispered out like a dirty secret. Iâve been thinking about your mouth on my clit all day.
Please? honey her hips rock back n forth. âYou know just how I like too, her voice laced with need.
That made your mouth twitch in amusement. You wanted her just as bad if not more. You felt wetness spread across your underwear. Already eager to please you wiggle out of her grip and sink onto your knees.
Abby frantically pushing her shorts off and out of sight , her eyes never leaving yours. Her breathing hitched she felt soft hands on her knees prying her open.
Her slick clinging to the sides of her thighs, her unruly bush between her legs. Making your mouth water at the sight.
âYouâre so pretty like thisâ. Abbyâs legs trembling under you. Trying to rut her hips against your mouth desperate for relief. You couldnât keep her waiting any longer.
Your tongue darted out quickly landing on her clit, sticking out like sore thumb. It always got so⊠big and perky.
swallowing the bud whole, bobbing your head up and down sucking hard fast. Spreading her legs even wider to gain better access to her pussy. Shoving your tongue inside itâs gooey and warm. Feeling dizzy you wanted to pull away it was all too much.
âOh god Iâm gonna cum abby wailed out.â
donât stop, mhm fuck! She was close, you could feel her throbbing. The firm grip abby had on your head. You couldnât even see how pretty she looked when she came. You felt her whole body locked up intensely.
âShitttâ abby groaning out coming down from her high. Saliva and cum coating her pussy some of it leaking to the floor.
Abby youâve made such a mess you tease. Pulling yourself up onto her lap for a kiss.
âYeah?â Well abby snickers with delight you know I like my head sloppy.
âHonestly who doesnât? You both burst laughing. ;)
iâm so sorry but if youâre a black masculine lesbian that identifies as butch(thatâs fine) but hate on the stud label ik you only date yt girls and have low racial self esteem
Gf!Abby gets turned on by the noises you make while using a head scratcher.
men and minors donât interact pls 18+ Tw: Abby!beingahornball, Abby masturbating over you. Established!relationship, black!reader, kindajealousabbyifyousquint, smut. no ai used!! Duh.
A/n: this is so random lol thought about this on my walk today bc i need to wash my hair. :(
A typical sunday afternoon for you and Abby always looked like sitting on opposite ends on the couch. In each other's space but in different worlds. Your knees scrunching together a pink iPad laid on your lap.
Clicking on one of your favorite coloring games to pass the time, really you were just procrastinating. Today was the day you dreaded the most. Wash day. You rolled your eyes at the thought.
You werenât looking forward to standing for hours of detangling, shampooing, deep conditioning, styling all in one day. Internally making you groan.
You tried focusing on something honestly, anything else maybe joining in on watching whatever was on tv. That seemed to lull Abby to sleep.
She looked peaceful, her delicious looking thighs spread apart. Her pink shorts riding up every so slightly. Her neck rested back on the couch, arms pulled together. You almost laughed at her position.
She kinda looked serious but relaxed at the same time. Returning your attention to the screen in front of you.
As if your hair responsibility for today vanished, they quickly returned when you felt an itch. Something small where you could reach for it and that nagging sensation felt satisfied for a brief moment, but it returned with full force.
Maybe it was the volume of the tv or perhaps the sound of you itching your scalp that caused Abby to awake from her sleep.
Sweetheart? You were almost startled by Abbyâs sleepy voice.
Shit⊠did she wake up because of me? Her body stretched out, eyes turning to you. You sheepishly smiled at her. âHey⊠how was your cat nap?â
âHm it was good yawning outâ.
Already knowing Abby was such a light sleeper.
âSorry did I wake you.. I didnât mean to make a lot of noise.
No it's okay Abby laughed. She sat up straighter legs still slightly spread apart. Her eyes peering at you. Specifically where your hands were placed. Tugged into each side of your head. Scratching profusely.
Are you ok? Abby had a concerned look on her face.
Itâs just god! You groaned, my scalp feels so itchyâ. Your nails aren't enough. Suddenly you remember buying one of those head scratchers with small balls attached to the bottom of the prongs.
Abby remained on the couch but her eyes followed you. Emerging from the bathroom with said tool in your hand. Plopping down with a sigh.
Abbyâs full attention to you, when was it never always having her eyes on you.
Your back leaned against the arm rest of the sofa. Eyes closed, head tilting back without a care in the world. The oversized hello kitty shirt you wore rode up displaying a cute pair of lacy white painties.
Abby wasnât prepared for what she heard next. A short whimper escaped your lips. âMhmm this feels so goodâ you whispered clearly, not as quiet as you thought.
Heat creeped up neck spreading a flush to her face. Itâs the same kind of sounds she pulls from you when you're withering underneath her. Does it really feel that good? Abby wondered, she couldnât help but listen to the sounds ringing out in the apartment.
Your moans were so soft and delicate. Abby wished it was her right now making you feel good. A small little pout started to form on her face.
âNot fairâ muttered under breath. It felt like torture all she could do was watch. By the minute her breath felt uneven. She moved her body towards shamelessly getting a better view of this gorgeous. Blissfully unaware your knees pulled apart the view.
Absent mindedly Abbyâs hand traveled to her shorts tugging at them slightly trying to adjust the tightness she felt. Her clit was a throbbing mess waiting to be sucked by her girlfriend who is so painfully unaware.
She needed something, your fingers she imagined your hot wet mouth slobbing up and down on her clit.
While your fingers pumped slowly in and out of her lazily, the pink color exposing her a now obvious wet patch. She knew you were gonna tease her later for it, but she didnât care nor demanded relief.
She lifted her body pressing one knee into the couch. Hovering over you like you were her last meal.
The sounds you made were addicting like sweet syrup. She took her hand and pressed it against her stiff clit. Her body jerked forward, a loud whimper slipped between her lips.
Her fingers moved faster in a circle like motion. Anymore and she would almost cum. Then she was met with big eyes peering up at her.
âAbby! What happened?â You breathe out.
âYou happenedâ.
âHuh?â Looking so confused.
Itâs your damn moaning, you immediately felt embarrassment fill your body.
Donât move sweetheart please? Let me be selfish, let me cum like this. Then Iâll take care of you okay?
All you could do is nod with excitement, you felt wetness seep down your panties. Abby started circling her clit again her moans were desperate. Like sheâs been holding her orgasm for what seemed like forever. A few more rubs on Abbyâs clit her body shook, eyes rolling back her hooded eyes peering down at you with heavy breaths.
âOkay sweetheart your turnâ. Abby smirking at you.
i need a second part of the sorority fic w abby ellie and vi, including tribbing if it's no problem
ask and you shall receive! i gotta say, i either need the coldest shower ever or to teleport to a world where these three exist
+18, mdni. this takes place in my sorority!au. tribbing/scissoring, dom!vi. abby and ellie fight over you, and get punished in return. vi-centered. fem!reader.
âshit,â ellieâs fingernails dig into the curve of your ass. you hiss out in pain, eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure.
the sharp sting of her nails contrasts with the wet heat of her pussy grinding against yours, each thrust sending jolts of electricity through your oversensitive body.
âellie,â you gasp, trying to form words but only broken sounds come out of your lips as she increases her pace.
âokay, enough, itâs my turn,â abby licks her lips in anticipation, stepping closer to you and reaching forward to cup your breast. to everyoneâs surprise, ellie grunts and smacks her hand away.
âpiss off⊠ahh fuck⊠iâm not done yetâ fucking hell, just like that,â ellieâs movements become more frantic as she can feel her orgasm approach.
âi said enough,â the blonde girl frowns, crossing her arms as she stares daggers into ellie.
âand i said fuck oâ"
âcan you two stop fighting already?â vi snaps, brows furrowing as she approaches the three of you.
the two girls stop immediately, and you whimper as ellieâs movements come to a stop. vi shakes her head in disappointment, glancing at you and letting her hand caress your cheek gently. you lean into the touch, hips still moving against ellie in search for friction.
âget off,â vi blurts out before pulling her own underwear down.
ellie pulls back reluctantly, not before giving your ass one last possessive squeeze. vi positions herself on top of you, hooking one of your legs over her hip and opening you up to her. she lets out a low moan at the sight of your dripping pussy.
âsince you two canât play nicely, youâre no longer allowed to touch her,â she deadpans, eyes narrowing at abby and ellie.
âwhaâ thatâs not fair!â
âwhat the hell, violet?!â
âwhatâs not fair,â she continues, âis you two are fighting instead of focusing on our pretty girl here,â she turns to look at you, a serious expression on her face. âand you will keep your eyes on them. donât you dare look away, show them what theyâre missingâ
vi presses her hips forward, and the slick heat of her pussy slides against yours. you both gasp at the contact. she finds a slow, deliberate rhythm that grinds your clits together, itâs immediately overwhelming, but you force your gaze toward your sorority sisters as commanded.
abbyâs arms are crossed so tightly you could admire every single vein popping up, itâs like sheâs physically restraining herself. ellieâs hands are clenched at her sides, her jaw pressed tightly in anger. still, you noticeâ theyâre both watching with hunger and frustration. Youâre caught between the intense pleasure vi is giving you and the power of being watched by them, of being the object of their desperate desire.
âsuch a pretty girl,â vi grunts, voice strained as she increases the pace. it sends sharp jolts of pleasure through you. âhow can someone focus on anything other than you when youâre so wet and spread out like this, huh? so ready to cum all over meâ
abby shifts uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together. you can see how desperately she wants to reach out and touch your bouncing breasts. ellie, on the other hand, is practically vibrating with need, eyes locked on where your body and viâs are joined.
vi notices the way your body seems to respond even more intensely to their hungry gazes. a slow, knowing smirk spreads across her face.
âyou like this, donât you?â she murmurs, voice low enough only for you to hear. âyou like being watched, knowing they want you but canât have you. do you enjoy being my little show, pretty girl?â
you can only nod, breath catching as she hits just the right angle. vi chuckles, eyes dark with lost.
âthatâs what i thought,â sheâs panting now, getting closer and closer to the edge herself. âyouâre gonna cum for me while they watch. show themâŠ. ngh⊠how good i make you feelâ
as if in command, your orgasm washes over you, and vi follows right after, her body trembling against yours as she cries out. for a moment, you both lie there, trying to catch your breath.
âyou okay?â she gently brushes your hair back from your forehead.
you nod weakly, then glance toward the two girls, who look like they might actually explode from frustration. your chest tightens at abbyâs intense stare and ellieâs heartbroken gaze, but your clit pulses in need, nowhere near feeling completely satisfied. you want more, you want them.
âkinda feel bad for them,â you murmur, clearing your throat and looking at vi from under your eyelashes. you know exactly sheâll give you whatever you ask for with that look. âcan they have a go at me?â
viâs eyes light up with mischief at your words, head shaking in disbelief as she shoots you a smirking smile. she turns to face the other two, smirk dropping into a grimace as she gives them a nasty look.
âhear that?â her voice drips with condescension. âyou neglected her, and she still wants you to fuck her. what do you have to say for yourselves?â
abby looks away in annoyance, while ellie meets your gaze with a mixture of relief and desperation.
âplease,â she whispers. âweâll be good.â
vi turns back to you, shooting you a wink and a shit-eating grin. âwhere do you want them, pretty girl?â
oh, this is going to be the best night of your life.
my internal struggle, as a black woman, writing black reader-specific fanfiction: a reflection
sometimes i catch myself feeling bad for having many of my works be specifically geared and shaped around black readers. and this is because the last thing i believe will drive out harmful discrimination and exclusion is more segregation, but then i remember that there are a plethora of other works out there tagged with âwhite characterâs sister!readerâ that will simultaneously boast lines such as âyou tried to hide the growing redness on your cheeks.â
my first contact with reader-insert fanfiction was when i was around twelve. they were written for various fandoms iâd lightly dabbled in. as i read them, i made myself feel better when i saw white or fair skin-coded lines by psyching myself into believing i just wasnât the norm; that it was okay for me to not feel seen by others. after all, i could just pretend those lines didnât exist, right?
but it sucked and, especially as a black girl growing up in one of the most poverty-striken states in the US, i felt weird for liking what i liked. all my peers were watching bad girls club or listening to solely rap and r&b, but i was getting into fairy tail and how to train your dragon and visiting barnes and noble almost twice a week. i liked vocaloid and MMOs and had the radio set to my local pop station for hours a day.
so when i catch myself feeling some type of way because iâm not feeling inclusive enough or like iâm perpetuating centuries-long issues just in reverse, i imagine little v right next to me in her school uniform, relaxed hair in a high pony, and ballet flats. i imagine her on her kindle fire scrolling through silk browser. she finds myâherâblack reader fanfiction. sheâs so excited that she has to inhale sharply just to catch her breath. she smiles cheek to cheek as she taps the link.
her seeing my work tells her that there are black girls out there who arenât weird for liking what she likes, and they write too!
so i implore anyone with doubts to undersrand that âx black readerâ fanfiction isnât an act of segregation, but rather, an act of healing.
