sending kate off to work in your cum soaked panties so she comes home needy. shes kissing on you the second she finds you, murmuring desperate promises of this and that if you would just let her touch you please... the panties you dragged up her legs that morning are still wet, kates periodic grinding against her office chair throughout the long day having soaked them again and again.
pairing: kate laswell x fem!reader
summary: welcome home, soldier
tags/warnings: housewife kink, oral sex (f), reader is emotional<3, vaginal fingering, mommy kink, age difference, dom/sub, self indulgent, soft, praise kink, tit play, dacryphilia, service kink, face sitting & 69ing, kate isn't into penetration but reader is, scent kink, orgasm delay/control
w.c: 2.4k
Kate is back.
She’s in one of those moods again, contemplative and quiet. You’ve seen it before, and though you haven’t been official for that long you’re starting to recognize a pattern.
Her back is tense, shoulders hiked as though still defensive. There’s a physicality about her that’s different when fresh off her ‘missions’, as you’ve taken to calling them affectionately. Knots in her that don’t fade until she’s properly well-fucked, sat in a bath and had you waiting on her.
“Had a good flight?” you ask, voice soft. The lights are dimmed, too. Nothing overhead. A linen candle burns on the coffee table while dinner cooks in the oven.
A game, almost. You, the housewife and she, the returning soldier. It would be all true and not just half true if not for the fact that you’d just finished your third year of university, but it’s fun nonetheless to pretend. Doting on Kate is the most fun you’ve had in a while.
“Long,” she sighs. Her boots go by the door, nice and tidy the way you like it. Happy wife, happy life, she’d joked once.
She steps quietly into the room, surveilling it like it’s got some hidden threat. You stand and wait for a moment, waiting for her to lose a fraction of the tension she’s holding and deem your apartment safe.
Clear.
When she acknowledges you, you step toward her and press your nose to her cheekbone, inhaling. Cotton deodorant, some sweat underneath it, the smell of some flowery conditioner they’ve probably got for the women on base.
Her arms find your back, smoothing up and down like the softness of you is something she’ll never get enough of.
“My girl,” she says affectionately against your cheek, lips a little chapped but still soft. Airplane air, you figure.
“I’m glad you’re back,” you murmur, stepping back just enough that you’re facing each other. “Want a bath?”
Kate hums, so you pad diligently to the bathroom and set up.
Little tealight candles, a heap of epsom salts for her muscles, her favourite bubble bath scent. You know it's her favourite because she used to compliment you on the way your skin smelled, the way the smell of ylang-ylang and cinnamon would drift up from your skin on some of your first dates.
Hot water for the epsom salts to dissolve and for her likely sore muscles. It’s a treat for you, too, to watch her sink in and groan. Makes you feel warm inside. Accomplished.
“Mm,” Kate hums, stepping out of her work pants. You try not to look at her panties, then her pussy, but you must fail because she laughs in the quiet of the bathroom. “Greedy girl. Be patient.”
She’s a little overgrown, and your mouth salivates. You turn so she can’t see your hungry expression and pull out some bath oil.
“Here,” you squeeze a few drops into the steaming water. “For your airplane skin.”
She tilts her head back, smiling at you. You take a seat at the edge of the tub, trying again not to look at her soft breasts peeking through the bubbles and once again failing.
“Missed me?” she closes her eyes, smiling stretching into a grin. Her arms leave the water and hold the sides of the tub, as if ready to pounce.
“I always miss you,” you say, trying to be sweet. Trying to ignore the steady pulse between your thighs.
“Mm?” she pokes one eye open, sinking a little lower into the bath, wetting her hair. “Is it you missing me or is it that naughty little pussy?”
You suck in a breath, heart flipping.
“It’s me,” you squeak.
Her eye squints as the apple of her cheek pulls up, smiling like a prideful lion. You feel her finger draw light circles on the exposed skin of your thigh, hand tilted towards you.
“Don’t lie,” she says, ignoring the way your breath stutters like someone’s punched you in the sternum. “That isn’t polite.”
She always knows exactly what you need, when you need it. Never bothers drawing you in and never has, she’s always dropped you right in the deep end.
Mommy. You breath out, skin prickling and hot. Sex was something odd for you; something you’d never been able to fully enjoy before Kate, not with your propensity for turning the act into something people usually don’t sign up for.
You’re a crier, is what it is.
Sex is vulnerability for you. A shedding of layers, an extension of tender trust and expectation of care you haven’t found much in strangers, and so casual never worked for you.
Kate wasn’t casual. She’d bent you till you broke the first week of knowing her, weeping fat tears onto a hotel pillow and saying thank you mommy, I love you mommy. Cracked you open and spilled your insides into the palm of her hand.
Not even a few months later and she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger. In more ways than one.
“I really did miss you,” you breathe. Her fingers touch your knee, tapping idly.
“I know, sweetheart,” she closes her eyes again, tipping her head back. The line of her neck shines from the heat, illuminating faint scars and skin turned tan from hours in the sun.
God, you feel shameless. Your throat tightens, thighs coming together, clit swelling. Though her eyes are closed, Kate exudes a smugness you know is helping her unwind. Giving her that power helps the both of you. It’s a bonus that it feels so good.
You end up leaving her to soak. The lasagna looks good in the oven, steadily bubbling under the tinfoil. In two minutes, you’ll peel it off and let it crisp up, hoping Kate will touch your cheek and call you a good wife.
She emerges in a towel, clean and white and sprayed with your linen laundry scent. Her skin still steams a little, but her shoulders have relaxed and her neck isn’t so stiff.
“Looks good, babygirl,” she throws a terry cloth robe on and sits, letting you slide a plate full of lasagna and Caesar salad towards her.
“Thank you,” you tuck in. Cooking is nice, but nicer when it’s for Kate and exam stress is behind you. The freedom of time and the motivation to impress her really pushes you to do your best, and the feeling of gratification as she licks her fork rivals only the needy throb of your cunt.
“I thought I told you patience,” she raises a brow at you. “I can see you squirming.”
“Can’t help it,” you sigh, trying to lick your fork to tempt her.
“No? Do you need another lesson in patience?”
“Ah, no, no. I can be patient,” you don’t want another lesson; don’t want to see her stern tonight. Already your chest pinches with emotion, both her recent absence and the elation of seeing her again fighting a tug-of-war over your heart.
Doing the dishes takes a distinct amount of self control, but you manage it. Even though she stands beside you, smelling so good and wearing only a robe with her sternum exposed, you manage it.
She turns to you when the last plate is dried, when the lasagna is put away, and grabs your hips in a firm grip.
“Bedroom?”
Though you’ve been acting like a bitch in heat panting over her since she stepped in the door, you appreciate the check-in.
“Mhm.”
“Use your words.”
“Yeah, bedroom,” you’re barely finished saying it when she gently spins you, crowding up behind you and walking forward to push you in the direction of your bedroom.
It’s practically shared at this point, what with how often she’s here between her deployments.
Kate kisses the side of your neck, inhaling your skin and sighing like she’s saying finally.
Fuck if you aren’t feeling the same way.
“Kate,” you breathe, hands cupping over hers as she reaches up to squeeze your tits.
“Ah ah,” she tuts. “You know what to call me, my girl.”
“Mommy,” and it’s nearly a whimper.
You’re spun again, gently still, and then stripped of your dress. Kate rubs your sides appreciatively before she unclips your bra, letting your tits fall into her hands.
“Beautiful,” she smiles. Your underwear comes off next, her sure hands sliding them off and tapping your calves to get you to step out of them.
You stand naked in front of her, already hazy, already soaking and wetting your inner thighs.
“I’m gonna sit on your face, sweetheart,” she slowly pushes you, letting the back of your knees hit the bed first before your butt does. “Lay back for mommy.”
You lay back, scooting a bit up the bed to give her room.
“I’m going to use you, mkay?”
You nod.
“Words, babygirl.”
“Use me,” you breathe, skin tightening over your whole body, forming two points at your nipples and making you shiver. Kate crawls on top of you, turning to face your body when she reaches your head.
“Keep your hands at your sides,” she orders.
Though you can see her pussy, though it’s so fucking close to your face you can hardly stop yourself from moving, you wait like a good girl as she sheds her bathrobe and slowly lowers her hips.
She smells good. You’ve never expressed it out loud before for fear of judgment, but you love the way she smells.
Kate is particular about what she likes, and she’s taught you her preferences diligently. No fingers, nothing but your hot little tongue inside her.
You run the tip of your tongue around her clit, then toward her hole, spreading her lips with your tongue and licking between them, softly at first and then building pressure. The flat of your tongue rubs against the hard nub of her clit and makes her sigh with pleasure. Her bush tickles you a little.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” she swivels her hips a little as you push your nose between her folds, letting her grind down on it as you lap at her.
The wetness between your legs grows until you feel a damp spot under you, thighs rubbing together as she ignores your neediness in favor of reaching down to tweak your nipples.
“Mm, make mommy come and then I’ll give you a kiss,” she sighs.
You suck her clit into your mouth, teasing her a little with your tongue and feeling her thighs tense beside your head.
Wetness coats your nose, your cheeks, your mouth and chin. She tastes good, too.
You feel it the moment she starts to come, her clit pulsing against your tongue, hands gripping your breasts like anchors in a storm. You moan into her, knowing the vibrations are helping her alone.
“Good girl,” she pants, grinding out the last little aftershocks. “My sweet girl deserves a reward for a job well done.”
And finally, she leans forward and spreads your pussy lips with her fingers, diving in with the point of her tongue aimed for your clit.
“Mmm,” Kate moans as you lick her gently, returning the favor between your own legs. “She’s needy, isn’t she sweetheart?”
You moan against her again in agreement.
“If only you could see this desperate little clit,” her voice is pleased, amused. Smug again. “Jumping out at me, begging for attention.”
You don’t need to see it — you can feel it. Your clit juts out, sensitive and tender. The feeling of her wrapping her lips around it and sneaking two fingers below and into your hole makes tears sting at your eyes.
“Always so sensitive,” she murmurs. “That’s alright, let it out.”
It becomes harder to focus on your task, but you try. Her second orgasm builds much slower than the first, coming in tandem with yours.
“Wait ‘till I come again,” she warns.
You try to hold it, desperately spearing your tongue into her and rubbing your nose against her clit. She twitches against you, breathing harder, moaning.
When she does come, finally, you let yourself release and your tears mix with the wetness already on you.
“Fuck,” she curses. “That’s good, good girl.”
You shake, pleasure cresting in waves over you, body alive and singing and relishing in the feeling of her skin over yours.
“Mmmhn—” you pant, hands clenching at your sides.
Kate sits up, swinging a leg over and laying down beside you. Her hand finds your stomach, gliding over it with her nails and making it jump.
“Such a good girl,” she kisses your jaw, sucking a mark into it. Her fingers move from your stomach down to your cunt again, spreading you open and pressing inside.
You pant, tears squeezing out of your eyes and trembling from sensitivity.
“You’re going to give me another,” she sucks your earlobe. “One more, for mommy.”
“Yes, mommy,” your mouth falls open and you shout.
Her hand cups your pussy, two fingers curled inside you as her palm presses hard into your sensitive clit. She murmurs soft words into your ear, and though you can’t hear them well you let them shelter you as the storm of your pleasure builds and builds and builds—
Until you come apart in her hands again, crying out and arching your back and clenching your hole against her fingers.
You sag against the bed as you finish, shivering with some aftershocks and sensitively, whining as she pulls her fingers out.
“So good for mommy,” she praises. She lifts her hand and sucks her fingers clean, leaning forward and doing the same to your mouth.
You end up in a messy kiss, more licking than anything.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, mommy.”
“Mm, my good girl. Ready for a shower?”
Another aspect of your relationship you hadn’t been able to find elsewhere — she cares for you after, too. You know it's normal, expected even. But it still touches you, still fills you with a kind of glowing warmth that’s impossible to hide from her.
Especially when she’s relaxed now. When she’s letting you scrub her back and doing the same for you, filling the bathroom with that same scent. Ylang-ylang, cinnamon.
The sheets are a mess, but you drag a quilt over them and resolve to do them in the morning.
Kate curls around you, cocooning you against the world.
warnings: scissoring, some dirty talk, first time bottom sevika, strap (sevika receiving), minor boob stuff, not proof-read
you noticed it happen whenever she ground her pussy into yours, her clit would slowly stray from your own. her head tipped back and her mouth, with her breathless moans, dropped lower the lower she got your throbbing wet clit against herself.
it would've hurt with how hard she was grinding into you, her hands harsh against your hips as she pulled your movements into her own while she dragged her soaked lips over your clit with a throaty groan, moving her helpless hands to grip onto your thigh splayed over her own. it would have hurt was it not for her weeping hole sucking your clit in.
trembling and whining she came like that. humping your clit like a dog, her own staying untouched.
that was it, really. the way her hips angled against yours, how she changed the course of them. whenever you climbed on top of her to ride her stupid she leaned back further and grabbed onto your hips firmly, making damn sure she could feel the contours of your clit rubbing her opening, teasing her.
being the attentive lover you were you took notice of her behaviour. her growing disinterested in having her clit fumbled for. she still enjoying it of course. but feeling your tongue trail through her wetness, flat and firm down from her clit to her needy hole, your licking over her entrance while she clenched for it, then you pushing inside to taste her? it drove her crazy.
"i want to try something," you say one evening, straddling her where she laid in bed. you'd been making out for a while, her tanktop was pulled down below her chest, her flesh littered with darkening hickeys.
"mhm?" she replies lazily, just basking in your slow comforting attention.
you trailed your fingers down between her breasts, and leaned down to her ear, your lips brushing her skin.
"i want... to fuck you with your strap," you whisper into her ear. she tried schooling it, but her twitching hands and hitched breath was unmistakable.
"you want it.... dont you? hm...? want to feel me deep inside?"
"stop..." she whispers back breathlessly as your hand trails up to her jaw, turning her head to look into her eyes, noting her pinched eyebrows and needy eyes.
"tell me you want it..."
for a moment her eyes search yours, like shes worried. reassuringly your fingers soothe over her cheek.
"tell me you want it, sevika..." your lips brush against her scarred cheek, kissing her lightly.
sevika tensed beneath you, her teeth dug into her lip.
"...fuck.... fuck- i want it," she admits quietly, turning her head to brush her nose into your cheek.
pushing your luck a bit you leaned back to look down at her face, a small smile on your lips.
"want what?"
rolling her eyes she sighed gruffly while a small laugh bubbled from you.
"im just teasing." your lips find hers again, resuming your slow make-out with a sweet hum.
the previous tension built up with each move of your lips. sevika moved one of her legs up, slotting yours between her own with a relieved sigh into your mouth.
you slowly rolled your hips against hers. her soft moans encouraging you more than her hands guiding your movements.
your moved you lips back down to her neck while you pawed at her bare chest.
"...are you going to?"
"going to what?" you ask absentmindedly, distracted by her strong thigh between yours, brushing your wet lips against her scarred neck. sevika huffed your name, pushing at your shoulder.
stalling your hips you pull back to look at her dazed but pointed expression. she wouldnt admit it completely, but she did want you to fill her up and fuck her good.
you just nod dumbly, reading her every want in that one look.
she choked off a deep whine when you finally settled between her spread legs, slowly pushing the head of her own strap into her. her head pushed back into the pillow as she bared her throat, the deep ache she had been ignoring being tended to so fucking well with your final grind into her.
her hand stayed tightly fisting at the sheets, and her voice choked off with each trying push of your hips.
you took notice of her uncharacteristic silence and chuckled into her neck.
"you feel it in your throat?" you murmur as you slowly and deeply fuck into her. with nothing but an uneasy groan from her, a twitch of her hips, you reach below her neck to support her.
"talk to me... tell me how good it feels..." you urge her as you roll her hips, her strap, into her needy pussy. her body tensed under you and she gasped for a breath of air just to push it back out in a wanton groan, allowing her head to fall back further with your hand beneath her neck, squeezing.
"oh so good you cant even talk," you muse, panting softly with your own movements.
you understood now why sevika liked fucking you so much, why she enjoyed having you spread out for her like this. it felt fucking good, not just the pressure of the strap against yourself, but seeing sevika, big bad sevika, choking up on your dick felt good.
"ahh, yeah... poor pussy's just been crying for it, 's that why you keep trying to fuck yourself on my clit?"
honestly she had hoped you would be too fucked out to notice her newfound proclivity. she'd just been so needy lately, just wanted a good deep fill of you.
with some fumbling she got one of your hands onto her boobs again, trying to ground herself as her hips desperately rolled into yours, feeling the good stretch of her own strap splitting her open.
she finally caught up to her breath, moans being drawn out of her dark lips between her heaving gasps. she didnt bother trying to talk back, she was so wound up.
groping at her boobs you leaned further down, pushing your chest into hers, trapping your hand between you. very briefly her hand relented her tight grip on slowly soaking mattress to pull you closer, needing you close enough for your breaths to mix.
you swore you could feel her clenching around the silicone, just pulling you in again and again to repeat that deep slow grinding that had her eyes rolling back.
the harness pressed perfectly into her clit too from how close she had you wrapped up, she knew she wouldnt last as she felt her stomach tense up.
"give me more," she managed to force out, urging a few drawn out hard thrusts that hit perfectly inside her, rendering her boneless under the pleasure before she trembled through her orgasm, oddly quiet as her breath involuntary held itself, choking into an almost painful groan that scratched its way out of her.
she was left panting heavily, twitching, eyes closed and blissed out as you slowly came to a stop.
"you look happy," you mused, peppering kisses onto her face. a tired smile spread over her face as she reached up to stroke over your hair.
"who knew you had it in you," she muses right back, lazily opening her eyes to admire you.
"who knew you wanted it in you," you tease, dipping down for a proper kiss to cut off any grumbling bound to happen.
penetration is great and all, but i'm obsessed with the thought of having your back to abby's chest, one arm lightly wrapped around your waist as the other plays in between your thighs. but this time, she isn't fingering you or using a dildo. instead, she just has two fingers gliding over your engorged clit, dancing in calculated zig-zags and circles against you.
it's so soft and intimate and you're losing your fucking mind, your head knocked back against her shoulder as your hands grip her wrist. you're dripping with want, with need, trails of pearly slick leaking from the hole you so desperately wanted her to fill.
but you've had such a long day, and abby always knows what you need, even when you don't. she knows when it's time to take out the strap and rock your shit, but she also knows when it's best to take it slow and easy. well, easy for her. this was fucking torture for you.
she feels your orgasm steadily approaching, taking in how your clit twitches urgently and breathless gasps fall from your lips in rapid succession. she speeds up her ministrations, kissing your neck and rubbing your waist with her free hand. you try to back away from everything, all the sensations sending your brain in overdrive. but you clearly had nowhere to go.
abby murmured in your hair softly, applying the slightest of pressure on your hips so that you couldn't squirm. "don't run from it, pretty girl."
contains: sevika teaching reader how to suck the strap, dry humping (reader doing it on sev's thigh), friends with (resolved, thank god) tension, slight humiliation kink, a bit of a spit kink, teasing, inexperienced reader, implied age gap (both reader and sevika are adults), sevika calls reader "kiddo" teasingly, reader's body is referred to w/ the following terms: "pussy," "clit," "cunt"
when you tell sevika that you've never used a strap-on before, you nearly beg some higher force to let the ground swallow you whole. you two have been friends forever, but lately, it's undeniable that some sort of molten desire has been pooling at the center of what you have. maybe it was always there, and had just been in denial. but, it's undeniably present now, impossible to ignore, thick and heavy in the air, lining every interaction with a sort of hot lava.
and it's made confessions like this, ones filled with sexual secrecy and exposed desires, carry a lot more weight than they did prior. you're pretty much confiding in a woman who you're aching to have sex with about just how much experience she should and shouldn't expect of you. it's way more vulnerable, and it feels like you're spoiling her prematurely by peeling away sexual secrets that in a different circumstance, one with just regular dating, she would've discovered on her own in the context of wanting to have sex with you. but, doing it in a friendship, when you don't even know for sure what she feels, is more uncertain. it's farther away from the line of actual romance and desire, and therefore feels risker to admit. because if your inexperience deters her, maybe she'll easily dismiss and rid herself of any attraction she might've once harboured for you, since it'd be simpler to as just friends.
so, to say the least, you're scared when confessing this secret to her.
at least, that's until you see the way her lip curls up when, while laying on her couch, you confess that you're nervous about one day using the strap due to never having done it before. she seems equal parts intrigued and amused by the revelation. from where she sits, picking at one of the screws in her arm, she asks, tone low, steady, "well, do you feel ready?"
"I don't know." you stare up at the ceiling, for the thought of maintaining eye contact through this conversation is a bit too unnerving for your liking. "I mean, I'm sure everyone feels... not ready when they start using it, right?"
she shrugs. "maybe. to a degree. but, you don't need to push yourself if it really scares you." her voice has turned tentative, face absent of the initial mischief. with the way she angles herself away from you, it seems that she's somewhat uncomfortable with giving such earnest advice.
"thanks for the sex-ed," you laugh, trying to ease the mood some.
"well, considering I've actually worn the strap and you've barely touched it, you could use all the advice you can get."
you try not to visibly tense up at the casually tossed comment. you knew sevika has used a strap, of course you did. you've been at her apartment enough times to catch sight of her lube or dildos (because, yes she has several) scattered about. but, god, the idea of it taut on her pelvis, ready to be used to pump into you, has your thighs tightening.
"well, then, oh-wise-one, what would be your advice?"
she shrugs, avoiding your gaze for a few seconds before saying, "getting acquainted with it. with things like sucking, touching, you know."
"sucking?"
"yeah." the corner of her lip quirks up as she raises an eyebrow at you. "never done that either?"
you feel your face warm, feeling awfully pathetic under her pointed gaze, years of experience behind it. "no." you groan, swiping a hand across your face. "god, I'm gonna be so horrible at it when I first do it."
"then, practice."
you scoff. "with who?"
"by yourself?" she drawls, casting you an incredulous look as though she aims for you to question your own stupidity.
you huff, turning away. "I can't do it on my own, how will I know if I'm even doing it right?"
"then, I don't know," she sighs exasperatedly, lighting her cigar. "someone you trust, I guess. someone who wants their dick wet."
"the only person I know who wants to get their dick wet is you," you snap, a petulant part of you hoping you can embarrass her as much as she does with you.
her lips wrap around the tip of the cigar, that scar on the bottom one seeming to deepen. it's almost entrancing, hooking your eyes in and leaving you resistant to its power.
you only snap out of the spell when she says, "is that your way of asking for it to be me?"
the words have your lips parting before you can force them shut. what the fuck is that supposed to mean? you're well-aware of the tension that's been there between you two, of course you are. but, you never imagined that sevika would actually initiate anything. sure, she's flirted here and there, and you're convinced she's started purposely mentioning stopping at babette's for the sole purpose of making you jealous (after all, she always has such a shit-eating grin whenever you fidget or glare at her in response). but, still, it's never amounted to an actual offer, an actual step over the threshold between friendship and, well, something else.
you know it's the more responsible decision to say no, and shut this down before things get complicated. or at least until you clear up whatever it is you guys consider yourselves to be in relation to each other, and if it's something that carries as much emotion to her as it does to you.
but, part of you wants to give into the throb between your legs, the thick tension crackling in the air, the way her gaze is resting on you calmly, as though debating whether or not she should pounce. and god, you want her to, itching with curiosity as to what she'd say if you teased back.
and so, you do. "why, are you offering?"
you get a world of satisfaction from the way she coughs at the question, puffs of smoke blowing from her mouth as she roughly clears her throat. beneath it all, though, is a very apparent underbelly of nerves in your stomach, tingling in anticipation for her answer.
when she finally sets the stupid thing down, giving her lungs a well-deserved break, she says, "why, do you want me to?"
you grit your teeth, a spark of irritation set aflame from this back-and-forth. you wish she could treat you with the courage she does anyone else, just answering your question then sweeping you off your feet with no action required of you. but, no, she just has to be cautious, and hesitant, and sweet. today, of all times.
you sigh. you suppose it's on you to end this game. your chest is tight with anxiety, the words about to roll off your tongue heavy and filled with consequence. but, you push through, anyways. if you remain vague, she will too. if you say no, you may lose your chance with her for god knows how long. so, the only option is: "fine, yes."
immediately, regret weighs upon you, sinking down into your guts. you shift, eyes pointed down to your knees, trying not to panic, when a small huff meets your ears.
it's sevika. sevika chuckling.
your eyes tentatively raise up to her, nails digging into the plush of the cushioned seat you're on. her small, endearing gap flashes as she shakes her head slowly, her laughter sounding split between amused and incredulous, bordering on a scoff.
you feel nearly glued to your spot when her eyes finally rest upon you, the grey shine in them wrapping around you and pulling, pulling and pulling.
she leans back in her couch, spreading her legs out. "well, then, hop on, kiddo."
and that's how you wind up on her thigh, her arm wrapped around your torso as you fist at the fabric taut over her broad shoulders. her mechanic hand squeezes into the silicone balls of a dildo, eyes stuck on your lips as she traces the tip over them. your breaths are heaving with anticipation as she strokes the head along the inside plush of your lips, getting the bulb of it wet and slick with your spit. the experience is exhilarating, for you know she's capable of going harder than this, of fucking your throat raw. but, no, she wants to take her time with you, draw out every drop and dribble of pleasure for the both of you.
"who knew you had it in you?" she muses with a raspy laugh.
before you can even speak to protest, she slides the entire head in, capturing your voice and transforming it into a broken, wanton moan of surprise. her eyes practically gleam at that, and she slides the dildo out of your mouth's confines with a pop before sliding the tip back in. your lips latch on automatically, hugging around the head and letting it roll around the flat of your tongue. despite the sheer anxiety of having sevika's attentive eyes on you, the motions of her push-and-pull into your mouth is almost -- well, relaxing? the repetitiveness of it, the way it gives you something to direct all your five senses to as it lolls about in your mouth, your lips tightening and loosening -- it makes your brain feel softened, hazy, lost in this.
"ah, look at that," she coos, her tone hushed and sharpened with an edge of mockery. "sucking on that like that's all you're good for."
the playful degradation makes your clit fucking throb, and without meaning to, your hips automatically jerk forward, the firmness of her thigh making your eyes nearly roll back.
"oh, someone liked that," sevika mutters.
her thigh suddenly bucks up, sending you bouncing on her lap and nearly toppling over if not for her muscular arm steadying you. the pressure against your pussy makes you whine around the toy, your lips stretching open to release the noise only has her pushing it in deeper, nearly a quarter of it now sliding up and against your tongue.
"suck it in and out, just like that," she whispers, her eyes burning into your skin as she intently watches you. you try to follow her directions, but your sucks are too eager, too fast, and sevika reaches her hand up and gently grabs your jaw, coaxing it into fluid motions that has the dildo being softly pressed and released by your lips' grip, over and over and over again.
you know this is a horrible idea, a fact that only becomes more punctuated with every thrust of the toy into your mouth. you know you should've had some more self-control, and should've put a stop to this inane idea before it had manifested into a reality. but, no, you just had to think with your pussy, and now look where it's landed you? on your friend's, a good, loyal, helpful friend's, lap, practically rutting like you're in heat and sucking dick with zero technique.
"when that gets a bit too repetitive, you can lick it." she abruptly yanks the dildo from your mouth, and an embarrassing wad of spit stretches out with it, spilling thickly down your chin. your face is practically burning from the heat of humiliation, but sevika doesn't seem to mind, only smirking and saying, "now, I was gonna tell you you can get messy with it, but you're a step ahead."
now that your mouth is finally freed, at least you get to spit out, "you're such a dick," as though your pussy isn't practically leaking with arousal.
"oh, so you suck off any asshole, then?"
"maybe I will once you're done with this lesson," you haughtily snap back.
her eyes narrow at that, but she says nothing to it, smacking the tip lightly against your mouth. "open."
despite your snapping, and much to your annoyance, your mouth immediately goes slack, falling open for her.
"tongue out, now."
you obey, sticking it out.
she snorts, shifting in her seat as she raises the dick to you. "such a little sub."
you roll your eyes at her words, jerking when she grabs your jaw, forcing you to face her. "keep those eyes on me."
your pussy clenches down on nothing. god, you need her. not that you'd ever admit it -- the last thing she needs is another ego stroke.
"show me how you'd lick this."
giving you so much control causes your confidence, however little you had of it, to waver. you hesitate before tentatively stroking the flat of your tongue along the head, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. a tiny burst of pride ripples through you when you see her eyes widen imperceptibly. it's barely there, but you know her well enough to know it wouldn't have happened unless, at the very least, a small part of her was surprised, or maybe even impressed.
the reaction eggs you on, and you do it again, running your tongue along the entire length of the dildo, using the tip to trace along the bulging veins. when that's done, you lap at the head, the flat of your tongue quickly moving along it in steady movements.
when sevika speaks, her jaw is clenched, and the deep breath she takes shudders. "good."
"yeah?" the clear effect you're having on her is most definitely getting to your head, and it makes you desirous to push and prod at her more. "am I being good?" you end the question with a kiss right to the tip.
almost as though sevika is tethered to the toy, she swallows hard at the sight. "yeah," she says, her voice firm. "you're doing good."
the praise has your hips bucking again, and you internally curse at the leverage you've so clearly given her, another wicked smile curling at her lips.
her thigh resumes its actions from before, pumping up to meet your clothed core as her arm grips your waist tightly, keeping you anchored as she encourages you to rub yourself on her. your body acts before your mind can catch up, hips pressing down so that your clit receives some friction through the layers of fabric. you hate to admit it, but sevika's muscled thigh is a perfect helper.
"you can flick your tongue on the tip, too," she says, her voice a lot rougher than it was a few minutes back. you derive some pleasure from it, for even if your resolve is loosening and waning in wake of her touch, at least hers seems to be too.
"how?" you ask, your voice an embarrassing pitch from the desperation accompanying the word. but, as soon as it slips from you, your mind conjures up a single image, and it drives you to ask, "can you show me?"
"you kidding me?"
"no." you bat your eyes, hoping it'll get her more susceptible.
"I'm gonna need a bit more convincing than some pretty eyes."
oh, well, never mind. you deflate physically, though something tickles your stomach at knowing she finds your eyes pretty.
"oh, c'mon, please, sevi," you say, tugging on her arm with a jutted bottom lip.
after a few moments of casting you a deadpan stare, she sighs, tentatively turning the dildo around and raising the head to her mouth. voice warm, so velvety, she murmurs, "like this."
you hold your breath as the tip of her tongue pokes out, flicking along the head of the toy, flapping over it fast and hard. she may not realize it, but she's giving you a crystal clear shot of exactly how she'd look devouring your clit. you pocket the mental image, already knowing you'll pull it out the next time you get off.
when you follow suit, lapping at the tip, your tongue's point making little zig-zag wags, sevika's hand tightens on your hip, and with just one pull, you're back to riding her thigh. the pleasure coursing through your pussy, deep and aching from the pressure, is making you lost in sensation. your eyes flutter close as your hole clenches and your clit swells up, sevika's muscular thigh hard and lovely.
meanwhile, she's easing the toy into your throat, laughing when you gag all over it, spit gushing from your mouth. she's relentless in her practice, just coaxing you to move faster on her thigh as you struggle to accommodate the dildo, pathetic whines tumbling from your mouth everytime she pushes it in and your throat seizes with a choke. it leaves you more sloppy, more wet, more nasty than you were before, saliva trailing down your chin and getting your neck cool and sticky.
sevika's hand slides up your waist, just barely grazing the side of your breast on the way up, before brushing a thumb against the corner of your mouth, wiping away the residue. the touch seems wholly intimate compared to the ones that preceded, especially when she uses the digit to encourage your mouth to open and take the dildo in again. she seems to be more cautious of your limits now, easing it only halfway in. your eyes flutter shut, sucking nonsensically at it, losing yourself to the rhythm as you jut against her thigh faster.
sevika's eyebrows furrow in as you speed up, her breathing laboured, and you nearly giggle around the toy at the evident impact you're having on her. but, that's not all there is to it, for her expression only has a series of more hot, tempting mental images bursting through your mind. her panting like that when thrusting into you, her eyebrows scrunching in concentration like that while she lavishes attention all over your soaked cunt.
the thought has you bouncing faster, and sevika growls. actually fucking growls. her hand abandons your face, opting to grip your ass tightly and drag you harder against her. your bud is practically weeping with desire now, desperate to have its wants sated as you grind down harder. the weight of the toy on your tongue, the way your mind is numbed from the bodily chaos of sucking, thrusting, clutching -- it sends you rolling close to your orgasm, just barely teetering on the edge of it.
what finally sends you hurdling past it is how sevika bites her lip when she pulls you forward again, her thigh pumping up and down to meet your thrusts. she looks so concentrated on you, her dark eyes hooded and intense, and the pure want on her face makes you feel so desired, so aroused at the idea of how many ways you can get that expression on her face again. that, paired with another aggressive press from her thigh, and a tight suck on the dildo, sends your body crashing with an orgasm, walls spasming as your thighs go taut. you writhe in her arm, nearly tipping all the way back if it weren't for her catching you and holding you close. your chest presses flush to hers as you tremble like a leaf, clit sopping and stinging in sensitivity as she continues pushing against it.
you whine in protest, slightly lifting your hips, and she immediately takes the hint, slowing her movements to a stop. all the while, you keep sucking on the dildo, the shape of it in your mouth, the way it offers you something to latch onto and ground yourself with, practically addictive.
sevika watches you carefully for a few moments before gently tugging it out, a string of saliva hooked between the head of it and your bottom lip.
you moan in surprise when shr leans in and runs her tongue along your chin, curling it right at your bottom lip, swallowing down the saliva all for herself.
"you're such a mess," she mumbles, sucking languidly at your chin.
"it's not my fault," you grunt, voice raspy from all the noises you made. now that the heat of the moment has worn off, the searing burn of embarrassment begins to imprint itself on you. god, you were so loud, so desperate, so--
"you looked good."
you lick your lips, some of the nerves calming. "yeah?"
"don't let it get to your head."
"that's true, I already had my fair share of head for today."
her eyebrow raises at you in a distinct lack of amusement. "you're lucky you're cute."
your stomach sizzles with oh-so-stupid butterflies. god, why does she have this much of an impact on you? and it's so effortless on her end too, which makes it all the more frustrating for you.
"you think I'm cute?" you ask, forcing your tone to sound teasing so she doesn't realize just how earnest you are.
when she falls silent for a few moments, you tense up, wondering if she can tell how serious you are.
"who's the one leaking through my favourite pants right now?"
or maybe not. face twisted into a cringe, you grip her shoulders to stumble into a standing position, her hand still loosely hanging by your waist. "on that note, I think I'll go wash up."
her fingers dig with a bit more pressure into your skin, and to your shock, she says, voice gruff, "not just yet. just sit for now."
you let her tug you back into her lap, your arms immediately winding around her neck. "what for?"
she shrugs. "just comfortable." her eyes finally lift to you, and it's like you could plummet to the ground with how swept over her steady gaze makes you feel.
"was it not you who just made made that stupid pants comme--"
"do I need to get the dildo again?"
you burst into laughter, eyes crinkling as you shake your head at her. "is that gonna be your go-to whenever I piss you off now?"
"amongst other possibilities." her fingertips ghost your waist, and you shiver.
other possibilities? you know it's not the smartest thing to dwell on -- after all, she might've just said casually with no serious intent. but, sill, your stomach warms from something you had been trying your best to avoid this entire interaction.
hope.
but, when she touches your waist like that, and seems to struggle to remove her hand from you as you walk away, you can't resist the little part of you of that whispers, maybe it's warranted.
but, you don't want to get ahead of yourself. so, you keep it at just a maybe.
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