↪ synopsis » after their win, rhea and yn share a kiss, the crowd went crazy. they went back into the locker rooms to change and shower. yn couldn't wait to give rhea her birthday present, so they took advantage of the empty locker room.
↪ pairing » oldersub!rhearipley x youngerdom!reader
↪ word count + warnings↴
wc:: 3k
warnings:: SMUT18+, strong language, pet names, swearing.
this is not my gif!! the original owner is @punksrhea I do not claim ownership!!
↪ authors note::
I made the reader the dom in this, I feel it was the right choice. anyways rhea looked so good at crown jewel. as a fellow Aussie i'm in love. more rhea was requested!! hehe here you go loves!!
↪ pps:: sorry if you read it and its bad this was so rushed 😭. oh!! I was at the Melbourne supershow and got to see mami in person and I cried like a baby. she means so much to me
The arena is alive, pulsating with an electric energy that crackles through the air as the crowd roars its approval. Rhea and Y/N stand victorious in the center of the ring, their bodies glistening with sweat, the Kabuki Warriors defeated and lying motionless at their feet. The air is thick with the scent of adrenaline and triumph, the cheers of thousands of fans echoing off the walls like a thunderous symphony. It’s Rhea’s birthday, and the atmosphere is charged with celebration, the crowd chanting her name in unison—Rhea! Rhea! Rhea!—a deafening chorus that shakes the very foundations of the arena.
Y/N turns to Rhea, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. There’s a hunger in her gaze, a promise that lingers in the air between them, as if the victory they’ve just claimed is only the beginning. Rhea’s heart quickens as Y/N takes a step closer, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from Rhea’s face. The touch is gentle, tender, but it sends a jolt of electricity through Rhea’s body, her skin tingling with anticipation. The sweat on Rhea’s skin glistens under the arena lights, and Y/N’s fingers trace the curve of her jawline, her touch deliberate, as if mapping every inch of Rhea’s face.
Without a word, Y/N pulls Rhea close, their lips crashing together in a fierce, triumphant kiss. It’s not soft or hesitant; it’s a declaration, a claim, their tongues tangling hungrily as the crowd erupts in cheers. The kiss is raw and unapologetic, their bodies pressing tight against each other, the heat of their passion undeniable. Rhea’s hands find Y/N’s waist, her fingers digging into the firm muscles beneath her skin, holding her close as if to say, You’re mine, and I’m yours. The taste of victory is on their lips, salty and sweet, mingling with the urgency of their desire.
The crowd roars louder, their cheers blending with the pounding of Rhea’s heart. She can feel Y/N’s breath against her lips, hot and heavy, as their kiss deepens. It’s a public display of affection, bold and unashamed, and Rhea knows in this moment that there’s no one else she’d rather share this with. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies, and the unspoken promise of what’s to come. The press of their hips, the heat building between them, feels like a secret only they can understand.
Finally, they part, breathless and flushed, their lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss. Y/N’s eyes lock onto Rhea’s, her smirk mischievous as she whispers, “Happy birthday, babe. Let’s go celebrate properly.” Rhea’s cheeks flush, her pulse racing as she nods, her hand lacing with Y/N’s. Together, they exit the ring, the crowd still chanting Rhea’s name, their voices a backdrop to the desire simmering between them. The air is electric, charged with the promise of what awaits them backstage.
Backstage, the dimly lit locker room is a stark contrast to the bright lights of the arena. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and victory, the walls lined with lockers and benches, the space quiet except for the distant echoes of the crowd. Rhea begins to strip off her gear, her movements deliberate as she peels away the layers of her wrestling attire. Her toned body is a map of strength and beauty, her muscles glistening with sweat, her skin flushed from the heat of battle and the kiss they shared. Every ripple of her abs, every curve of her thighs, tells a story of power and grace.
Y/N watches her, hunger burning in her gaze. She leans against the lockers, her arms crossed over her chest, but her posture is anything but casual. Her eyes roam over Rhea’s body, taking in every curve, every line of muscle, as if memorizing her. Rhea feels her stare, her pulse quickening as she meets Y/N’s eyes. There’s a challenge there, a silent invitation that Rhea is more than willing to accept. The tension between them is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Y/N pushes off the lockers, her steps purposeful as she closes the distance between them. Her hands reach out, tracing the contours of Rhea’s body, her touch both reverent and possessive. She runs her fingers along Rhea’s shoulders, down her arms, her touch sending shivers down Rhea’s spine. “You’re fucking incredible,” Y/N murmurs, her voice low and rough with desire. Her words are like a spark, igniting the flame that’s been simmering between them.
Rhea shivers at the words, her breath hitching as Y/N’s hands continue their exploration. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replies, her voice steady despite the heat pooling between her thighs. Y/N smirks, her hands sliding down to cup Rhea’s ass, her grip firm as she pulls her closer. Their bodies press together, the heat between them palpable, their lips meeting once again in a hungry kiss. Y/N’s hands squeeze Rhea’s ass, lifting her slightly, and Rhea wraps her legs around Y/N’s waist, their connection deepening with every touch.
Y/N’s hands roam lower, lifting Rhea as if she weighs nothing, her legs wrapping instinctively around Y/N’s waist. Rhea moans into the kiss, her hands tangling in Y/N’s hair, holding her close as their tongues duel fiercely. The kiss is desperate, frantic, their breaths mingling as Y/N presses Rhea against the lockers, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Rhea’s back arches, her body molded perfectly against Y/N’s, their desire escalating with every passing second.
The locker room fades away, leaving only the two of them, their passion, and the promise of what’s to come. Y/N’s hands slide down Rhea’s thighs, her touch sending sparks of desire through her body. Rhea’s legs tighten around Y/N’s waist, her body arching into her as their kisses grow more urgent. The scent of their sweat mingles, musky and intoxicating, fueling their hunger.
“Shower,” Y/N murmurs against Rhea’s lips, her voice a command. Rhea nods, her heart pounding as Y/N carries her toward the showers, their kisses never breaking. The cool air raises goosebumps on Rhea’s skin, but the heat between them is undeniable, their bodies moving in sync as Y/N kicks open the shower door. The sound of rushing water fills the air, a backdrop to their escalating passion.
The water cascades over them, cool and refreshing, heightening every sensation. Y/N presses Rhea against the wall, the tiles cold against her back, but the warmth of Y/N’s body against hers is all she feels. Their lips part, breathless and panting, as Y/N’s hands slide down Rhea’s body, her touch deliberate and hungry. Rhea’s skin prickles under the water, every droplet magnifying the intensity of Y/N’s touch.
Rhea’s head falls back against the wall, her eyes closing as Y/N’s fingers trace the curve of her waist, her hips, her thighs. Her breath hitches as Y/N’s hand slips between her legs, her fingers brushing against her core, teasing her, slow and deliberate. Rhea’s body trembles, her muscles tense with anticipation, as Y/N’s touch sends waves of pleasure through her. The water runs down her body, mixing with the slickness between her thighs, a testament to her arousal.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Y/N growls, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear, her breath hot against her skin. Rhea moans, her hands gripping Y/N’s shoulders as Y/N’s fingers plunge deep into her, filling her completely. Her body arches, her head falling back as Y/N begins to move, her fingers fucking her with relentless precision. The sound of their passion echoes off the tiles, the water pounding down on them as Rhea’s cries fill the room. Y/N’s rhythm is steady, her fingers thrusting in and out, stretching Rhea’s walls, driving her wild.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Rhea gasps, her voice hoarse with need. “Harder. Please.” Y/N smirks, her fingers obeying, pounding into Rhea’s dripping cunt with a force that makes her see stars. The wet sounds of their fucking fill the shower, obscene and raw, as Rhea’s body tightens, her orgasm coiling low in her belly. Y/N leans in, her lips capturing Rhea’s moans, her tongue tangling with hers as Rhea’s orgasm builds. Her body shakes, her muscles tightening around Y/N’s fingers as she whispers filthy promises into Rhea’s ear.
“Come for me, baby,” Y/N growls, her voice low and dangerous. “Let me feel you fall apart.” Rhea’s breath hitches, her body on the edge, as Y/N’s fingers continue their relentless rhythm. Her cries are muffled by Y/N’s mouth, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body shuddering against the wall. Her juices coat Y/N’s hand, hot and copious, as Rhea’s legs tremble, threatening to give out.
As Rhea’s cries fade, Y/N pulls back, her own desire raging. She positions herself between Rhea’s legs, her body pressing against her, their skin slick with water and desire. Y/N grinds against Rhea’s thigh, her clit throbbing, her breath ragged as she seeks her own release. Her hips move in desperate circles, friction building as she uses Rhea’s leg to ease her own aching need.
“Your turn,” Rhea whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless. Y/N smirks, her hand guiding Rhea’s fingers to her own wet core. Rhea’s touch is hesitant at first, but Y/N moans, her head falling back as Rhea’s fingers slip inside her, mirroring the rhythm Y/N had set for her. Rhea’s fingers are deft, exploring Y/N’s heat, her thumb brushing against Y/N’s clit as she fucks her with growing confidence.
Their bodies move in sync, the water pounding down on them as they chase their release together. Y/N’s breath quickens, her cries mixing with Rhea’s whispered encouragement. Her body trembles, her muscles tensing as her orgasm crashes over her, her cries echoing off the tiles. “Fuck, Rhea, fuck me harder,” Y/N pants, her hips bucking into Rhea’s hand as she loses control. Her walls clench around Rhea’s fingers, milking them as she rides out her orgasm, her juices spilling over Rhea’s hand.
Collapsed against the wall, breathless and sated, Y/N pulls Rhea close, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison. Their lips meet softly, the kiss tender and filled with unspoken emotions. “Best birthday ever,” Rhea murmurs, her eyes locked on Y/N’s, her voice filled with wonder. Y/N’s smile is soft, her hand cupping Rhea’s cheek as she leans in for another kiss.
Y/N smirks, her hand trailing down Rhea’s body, her touch gentle but promising. “We’re not done yet,” she replies, her voice low and dangerous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Rhea’s pulse quickens, her breath hitching as she realizes the night is far from over. The moment is charged with anticipation, ripe with possibility, as Y/N’s lips brush against her ear, her voice a whisper. “This is just the beginning.”
Y/N steps back, her eyes raking over Rhea’s body with a hunger that hasn’t subsided. “Get dressed,” she says, her tone commanding. “I’ve got something else planned for us.” Rhea’s curiosity spikes, her heart racing as she watches Y/N grab a towel, her movements purposeful. The air between them crackles with unspoken desire, the promise of more hanging heavy as they leave the shower, their bodies still damp, their breaths still uneven.
The locker room feels different now, charged with the knowledge of what’s to come. Rhea dries off quickly, her mind racing with possibilities. Y/N watches her, a sly smile playing on her lips, as she tosses Rhea a fresh set of clothes. “Hurry up, birthday girl,” she teases, her voice laced with anticipation. Rhea dresses, her hands shaking slightly, her body still humming from their earlier encounter.
As they exit the locker room, Y/N takes Rhea’s hand, leading her through the backstage maze. The arena is quieter now, the crowd’s cheers distant, but the energy between them is electric. Y/N stops at a door marked Private, her smirk widening as she unlocks it. Inside, the room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of leather and desire. A wrestling mat lies in the center, surrounded by ropes and chains, and Rhea’s breath catches in her throat.
“Tonight,” Y/N says, her voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to show you just how much I worship you.” She steps closer, her hands gripping Rhea’s hips, pulling her in for a kiss that’s both tender and fierce. Rhea’s heart pounds, her body thrumming with anticipation as Y/N pushes her gently onto the mat. The leather creaks beneath her, cool against her skin, as Y/N looms over her, her eyes dark with intent.
“On your knees,” Y/N commands, her voice brooking no argument. Rhea obeys, her pulse quickening as she kneels on the mat, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s. Y/N steps closer, her boots clicking against the floor, her presence dominating the space. She unbuckles her belt slowly, her movements deliberate, as Rhea watches, her mouth watering with anticipation.
“You’ve been a very good girl tonight,” Y/N purrs, her belt sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. “But I think you need a little discipline.” Rhea’s breath hitches as Y/N raises the belt, the leather gleaming under the dim light. She knows what’s coming, and her body trembles with a mix of fear and arousal.
Y/N runs the belt over Rhea’s shoulders, her touch light but firm, before letting it fall across her back with a sharp crack. Rhea gasps, the sting sharp and immediate, her skin flushing where the belt landed. “Fuck,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. Y/N smirks, her grip tightening on the belt as she raises it again, the leather whistling through the air before it lands with another crack.
The sensation is overwhelming, pain blending with pleasure as Rhea’s body arches, her breath coming in short gasps. Y/N continues, each strike calculated, each crack of the belt sending shivers through Rhea’s body. Her skin burns, her muscles tense, but the pleasure building between her thighs is undeniable.
“Please,” Rhea whimpers, her voice breaking. “Y/N, please.” Y/N pauses, her eyes locking onto Rhea’s, her expression unreadable. She drops the belt, stepping closer to run her fingers over the marks she’s left on Rhea’s skin. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” she murmurs, her voice soft but commanding.
Rhea shivers at her touch, her body still buzzing from the impact. Y/N kneels in front of her, her hands cupping Rhea’s face as she pulls her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues clash, their breaths mingling, as Y/N’s hands move down to grip Rhea’s thighs, spreading her legs wide.
“Time for round two,” Y/N growls, her voice thick with desire. She pushes Rhea back onto the mat, her hands roaming over her body, her touch both gentle and demanding. Rhea moans, her body arching into Y/N’s touch, her skin still warm from the belt’s strikes.
Y/N’s lips trail down Rhea’s neck, her kisses leaving wet marks on her skin, before moving lower, her tongue tracing the curve of her breasts. Rhea’s breath hitches, her hands tangling in Y/N’s hair as Y/N takes a nipple into her mouth, sucking and teasing until Rhea is squirming beneath her.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Rhea gasps, her body on fire. “More.” Y/N smirks, her hands sliding down to Rhea’s core, her fingers slipping between her folds with ease. Rhea is dripping, her juices coating Y/N’s fingers as she begins to pump in and out, her rhythm steady and relentless.
Rhea’s hips buck, her body desperate for friction, as Y/N leans down, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “You want my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice a sultry promise. Rhea nods, her breath ragged, as Y/N positions herself between Rhea’s thighs, her tongue flicking out to taste her.
The first touch of Y/N’s tongue sends Rhea over the edge, her body arching, her cries filling the room. Y/N laps at her greedily, her tongue delving deep into Rhea’s wetness, her fingers thrusting in time. Rhea’s hands grip the mat, her body trembling as Y/N eats her out with a hunger that’s both savage and worshipful.
“Y/N, I’m—” Rhea’s words are cut off by a wave of pleasure, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her juices spill over Y/N’s tongue, hot and copious, as Y/N drinks her in, her moans muffled against Rhea’s throbbing clit.
As Rhea’s cries fade, Y/N pulls back, her lips glistening with Rhea’s essence. She crawls up Rhea’s body, her eyes dark with desire, and positions herself above her. “Your turn to worship,” she says, her voice low and commanding. Rhea’s heart races as she sits up, her hands reaching for Y/N’s shirt, eager to return the favor.
She peels Y/N’s clothes off slowly, her eyes devouring every inch of her body. Y/N’s skin is flushed, her muscles taut, and Rhea’s mouth waters at the sight. She pushes Y/N back onto the mat, her lips trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, before settling between her thighs.
Y/N’s breath hitches as Rhea’s tongue makes contact, her fingers gripping the mat as Rhea laps at her with abandon. Rhea’s tongue is relentless, her mouth devouring Y/N’s pussy, her fingers thrusting in time with her movements. Y/N’s cries fill the room, her body arching, her hips bucking into Rhea’s face as she chases her release.
“Rhea, fuck—” Y/N’s voice breaks as her orgasm hits, her body shaking, her juices flooding Rhea’s mouth. Rhea drinks her in, her tongue swirling, her fingers pumping, until Y/N is a quivering mess beneath her.
Breathless and sated, they collapse onto the mat, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison. Rhea’s fingers trace the contours of Y/N’s body, her touch gentle and reverent. “Best birthday ever,” Rhea murmurs, her voice filled with awe.
Y/N smirks, her hand trailing down Rhea’s side, her touch promising more. “We’re not done yet,” she replies, her voice low and dangerous. Rhea’s pulse quickens, her breath hitching as she realizes the night is far from over. The moment is charged with anticipation, ripe with possibility, as Y/N’s lips brush against her ear, her voice a whisper. “This is just the beginning.”
you let yourself into liv’s hotel room after a long night, body still sore from your match. you had expected to collapse onto the bed beside her, maybe trade a few lazy kisses before sleep. but the room looked different.
candles flickered on the nightstand, the bed was already turned down, and liv sat in the middle of it, cross-legged and smirking like she had been waiting all night for you. she wore nothing but an oversized shirt that barely covered her thighs, blonde hair mussed just so, and her eyes locked on you the second you stepped inside.
"there’s my good girl" she purred, her voice velvet and sugar but carrying a sharp edge underneath. "you’ve been working so hard lately. doing everything i told you to haven’t you?"
you nodded, heart skipping, because her tone already told you this wasn’t going to be a soft cuddle night. "yeah, liv. i’ve been good."
her smirk deepened as she patted the bed. "that’s why tonight, you get a reward."
you climbed onto the bed, expecting maybe a massage or lazy kisses, but then you saw it, neatly laid out on the duvet beside her: a leather crop, a small paddle, nipple clamps, and your favourite vibrator. your stomach twisted with heat.
"that doesn’t look like a reward" you whispered, a nervous laugh slipping out.
liv tilted her head, her expression soft but wicked. "oh, it is. you’re gonna feel so good, baby, you won’t know if you’re crying from the sting or from the pleasure." she brushed her fingers under your chin, lifting your face until your eyes met hers. "and you’re gonna take every single bit of it, because you’re my perfect little toy."
you shivered at her words, already wet, the anticipation coiling hot in your belly. liv noticed, of course she noticed and she grinned, leaning in close so her lips just barely grazed your ear.
"clothes off" she whispered, her voice husky. "now. let me see what’s mine to play with tonight."
you stripped under her gaze, every layer of clothing discarded until you stood completely bare, the air cool on your skin and goosebumps prickling your arms. liv leaned back against the pillows like a queen on her throne, eyes raking over you slowly, deliberately, drinking you in as if she owned every inch of you.
"god, you’re gorgeous" she murmured, almost reverent, before her tone snapped sharp again. "but pretty little things like you need to be reminded who they belong to."
she patted her lap. "over."
your stomach flipped, but you obeyed, crawling over until you draped yourself across her thighs, face pressed into the sheets. liv’s hand smoothed over your ass, rubbing slow circles at first, deceptively soft. you let yourself relax into it for just a moment before
crack.
the sudden sting of her palm made you jolt, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. she chuckled low in her throat.
"sensitive tonight, huh?" she teased, rubbing the spot she’d just smacked. "good. that makes this even better."
her hand fell again. crack. crack. each strike was measured, deliberate, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room, heat blooming across your skin. she alternated between spanking one cheek and then the other, never in a predictable rhythm, keeping you off-balance, needy.
you whimpered, your thighs pressing together instinctively, and liv caught it immediately.
"already wet?" she asked, mock disbelief in her tone. she slid two fingers down between your legs, spreading your slick over your folds with an almost cruel slowness. "god, you’re dripping, and i’ve barely touched you."
before you could respond, she reached for the small crop from the bed and tapped it gently against your skin, first your ass, then your thighs. testing. teasing.
"up. on your knees."
you scrambled into position, chest heaving, and she guided you until you were sitting back on your heels. liv’s eyes darkened as they locked onto your breasts. she gave a wicked grin, then flicked the crop against your left nipple, a sharp, stinging snap that made you gasp and clutch at the sheets.
"fuck, liv!"
"that’s mistress tonight" she corrected smoothly, tapping the other nipple in quick succession. the sting made you moan this time, a desperate, helpless sound that had her biting her lip.
"good girl" she cooed, clearly pleased. "you take pain so beautifully."
the crop landed again, alternating between your nipples until they throbbed, sensitive and aching. then, as if she hadn’t already wrecked you, she trailed the leather down your stomach until it rested just above your clit. she didn’t strike, not yet. she just let it sit there, the threat of it enough to make your thighs tremble.
"you want it here, don’t you?" she asked, eyes gleaming. "want me to make your little pussy ache before i make it sing?"
you could only nod, desperate and breathless.
"use your words" she snapped, giving a warning tap against your clit that made you cry out.
"yes, mistress" you gasped. "please, i want it. i need it."
liv’s smirk didn’t falter as you begged. if anything, it grew sharper, more dangerous, as she tapped the crop lazily against your inner thigh instead of giving you what you wanted.
"patience" she purred. "you don’t get to tell me where i play with my toy. i decide. and right now" her gaze flicked to your chest, lingering on your already-flushed nipples. "these pretty tits are begging for more."
before you could protest, the crop snapped across your left nipple again, sharper this time. you cried out, back arching, the sting melting instantly into a throbbing ache that had your cunt clenching around nothing. liv’s laugh was low, satisfied.
"look at you" she cooed, flicking the crop across the other nipple in quick succession. "you’re so desperate, you moan from pain like it’s the sweetest thing in the world."
she alternated strikes, left, right, left again, never letting you anticipate the next one. your nipples grew puffy, hypersensitive, every snap of leather shooting straight to your core until your thighs were shaking. you whimpered, trying to hold yourself still, but your body kept jerking forward with every strike.
"hands behind your back" she ordered suddenly. "if you cover yourself, even once, i'll tie them there."
you obeyed, clasping your trembling hands together, every nerve alight.
"that’s my good girl." liv tossed the crop aside for a moment, replacing the sting with her own hands. she cupped your breasts, kneading them almost tenderly, soothing the burn with her palms before pinching both nipples between her fingers, twisting until your breath hitched.
"fuck, you’re beautiful like this" she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. "shaking, whimpering, letting me ruin your perfect tits just because i want to."
her mouth replaced her fingers next, she sucked one nipple into her mouth, teeth grazing the swollen bud until you yelped. the combination of her tongue and the lingering sting made you dizzy, a mix of pain and pleasure spiraling through you.
"keep your hands back" she warned again as she bit down lightly, then soothed the mark with her tongue. her free hand teased the other nipple, flicking it with her fingertip until you thought you might cry from how overwhelming it felt.
you were panting, trembling, begging before you even realized the words had left your mouth.
"mistress, please, please, i can’t"
she pulled back just enough to grin up at you, her lips wet from where she’d been sucking you raw.
"oh, baby" she said sweetly, "we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet."
by the time liv finally slid her hand down your body, your skin was hot and trembling, every nerve alive from the abuse she’d dealt your chest. her fingers traced lazily over your stomach before stopping just above your mound. she gave you a wicked grin, knowing exactly how long you’d been waiting for her to touch you there.
"you thought i forgot, didn’t you?" she teased, pressing her palm down hard against your clothed cunt. "poor thing, soaked through without a single touch here."
your hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against her palm, and liv chuckled darkly. she pulled her hand back, only to slap your clit. the sharp crack made you cry out, your thighs clamping shut around her wrist before she forced them apart again.
"open" she ordered, her voice low and dangerous. "you don’t get to hide from me."
she slapped again, quicker, harder and you whimpered, the sting sparking through your clit, the ache curling hot and unbearable in your belly.
"that’s it" she purred, watching your face. "little slut loves it. you’ll take it until i say stop."
liv alternated now, one sharp smack against your clit, then a slow rub of her thumb over the swollen bud, soothing only to hit again. the mix of stinging pain and aching pleasure had you writhing, moaning louder each time her hand struck.
but she wasn’t done. she picked up the riding crop again. the leather tip hovered just above your bare cunt, and your breath caught.
"don’t move" she warned, before tapping the crop directly against your clit. once, twice, then a series of quick, precise strikes that made your body jolt violently against the bed.
your nipples throbbed with every hit too, each echoing sting pulling on the ache in your chest, tying everything together in one overwhelming rush.
tears prickled at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity, but the desperate, wanton moans spilling from your lips betrayed how much you needed it.
"look at you" liv cooed, tapping your clit again and again until your thighs shook. "my perfect little pain slut. you’ll cry, you’ll scream, but you’ll thank me for every second of it."
and then she switched again, the crop tossed aside in favor of a small vibrator she’d pulled from the nightstand. she pressed it against your raw, throbbing clit without warning. the sudden buzz tore a strangled moan from your throat, your back arching violently.
"uh-uh" she warned, pressing the vibrator down harder. "you don’t get to come yet. you’ll take this until i say. every shock, every tear, every desperate little whimper, all mine."
her hand came back to your chest, slapping your nipples with sharp smacks in rhythm with the buzzing toy. the dual assault had you shaking uncontrollably, your whole body begging to break.
"you’ll hold it" liv growled, pinching a nipple as she leaned close, her lips brushing your ear. "because you’re mine. and i decide when you’re allowed to fall apart."
liv didn’t give you a second to catch your breath. the vibrator stayed firmly pressed to your swollen clit, buzzing mercilessly against nerves already raw from her crop and hand. every flicker of sensation ripped a strangled moan from your throat, but she wasn’t satisfied yet.
"look at you" she purred, sliding her free hand down between your thighs. two fingers pushed inside without warning, your soaked walls sucking her in easily. "dripping all over me, greedy little hole begging for more."
you gasped, the sharp sting of the vibrator mixing with the stretch of her fingers curling inside you. the pleasure was blinding, too much, too fast, but liv thrived on the way you twisted beneath her, your body trying to escape while your cunt clenched desperately around her hand.
"stay still" she ordered, her voice low and dangerous. "if you squirm, i’ll start over. and you’ll never get that release you’re crying for."
your thighs shook violently as she fucked her fingers harder, curling them perfectly to hit that spot inside you again and again. with each thrust she twisted the vibrator against your clit, drawing out guttural cries that echoed through the room.
but she wasn’t finished. liv pulled her fingers out just long enough to spit on them, then trailed them lower, circling your tight hole.
"don’t pretend you don’t want it" she teased when you gasped. "every part of you is mine to play with."
the slick push of her finger breaching your ass made your whole body tense, but with the vibrator still buzzing and her other hand slapping your sore nipples, the invasion only sent another shockwave of pleasure flooding through you.
"good girl" liv cooed, sliding the finger deeper, then adding another. "that’s it, take me everywhere."
the combination was brutal, vibrator crushing your clit, fingers pounding your pussy, another set stretching your ass, sharp smacks keeping your nipples raw. your body wasn’t yours anymore, liv was using every inch of it, tearing you apart with sensation until you could only sob and moan incoherently.
"beg" she demanded suddenly, yanking the vibrator back just enough to make your clit throb with need. "beg me to let you cum."
"please, liv" you cried, tears streaking your cheeks. "please, i can’t, i need it, please let me cum!"
her smirk was cruel, her pace never slowing as her hands worked you from every angle. "not enough. you’ll call me mistress. you’ll tell me you’re mine."
"mistress" you sobbed, your voice breaking. "i'm yours, i’m all yours! please, i need to cum, mistress!"
that earned you your reward. liv pressed the vibrator back to your clit, grinding it harder than before, and the orgasm hit instantly, violent and overwhelming. your back arched, your cunt clamped down on her fingers, and a scream ripped from your throat as your body convulsed under her control.
but she didn’t stop.
through the aftershocks she kept going, pounding into your pussy and ass while the vibrator tortured your clit, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you until your cries dissolved into broken sobs. your body shook uncontrollably, every nerve fried, every inch of skin over sensitized.
"that’s it" liv growled, her voice thick with pride as she pressed her lips to your ear. "cum for me. cum until you can’t think. cum until you remember who owns this perfect little body."
and you did, again and again, until there was nothing left but the weight of her holding you down, her laughter echoing in your skull, and the burning ache of being utterly, beautifully destroyed.
when the last orgasm finally shuddered through you, your body went limp. your chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, every muscle trembling, every nerve raw. the sheets beneath you were soaked, your skin glistening with sweat.
liv finally eased off, switching off the vibrator and sliding her fingers free from your swollen cunt and stretched ass. you whimpered at the loss, body twitching involuntarily as if it still expected her to keep going.
she leaned down, brushing her lips against your temple, her voice a soft purr.
"look at you, baby, all wrung out, all mine."
you could barely open your eyes, but the warmth in her tone grounded you. she reached for a towel by the bedside, carefully wiping the mess from your thighs, her movements surprisingly gentle after how rough she’d been.
every now and then, though, she couldn’t resist teasing. her fingers brushed over your oversensitive clit, and you squeaked, hips jerking away. liv giggled, wicked and light.
"aww, still so jumpy" she teased, deliberately grazing the swollen bud again. "thought you liked when i touched you here."
"mistress, please" you whimpered, squirming, the overstimulation still unbearable.
liv smirked, kissing your damp cheek. "relax, baby. i'm not gonna break you, not yet."
she continued to clean you up, but every so often she’d give a playful pinch to your sore nipple or tap against your tender clit, giggling softly when you winced and whined. "so sensitive, so cute when you flinch like that. my pretty toy."
once you were somewhat clean, she pulled you against her chest, wrapping her arms around you. the change in her energy was immediate, her nails traced lazy patterns across your back, her lips pressed feather-light kisses into your hair.
"you did so good for me" she whispered. "took everything i gave you, even when you thought you couldn’t. that’s why you’re mine."
her praise soothed the ache in your body, and despite her teasing touches, you felt safe and cherished. she tilted your chin up, making you look at her, her expression softening.
"you trust me, don’t you?"
"yes" you murmured, voice small but certain.
her smile widened. "good. because i’m never letting anyone else have you like this. you’re mine, every part of you."
before long, exhaustion pulled at your body, and liv held you tighter, rocking you gently as you drifted against her. she hummed softly, letting you sink into the warmth of her arms, and just before sleep claimed you, she whispered with that mischievous lilt:
"and tomorrow, i’ll see how many more times i can make you flinch."
liv is the definition of clingy in the sweetest way. she always wants to hold your hand, cuddle, or sit on your lap, she just loves being close to you.
she’s super flirty with you, even after you’ve been together a while. she’ll wink, bite her lip, or lean in close just to make you blush.
liv loves matching outfits, whether it’s casual hoodies or coordinating gear colors, she thinks it’s the cutest thing when you two look like a pair.
she’s very playful in public. expect piggyback rides, stealing your hat, taking goofy selfies, and kissing your cheek in the middle of conversations just because.
she hypes you up constantly, if you’re in the crowd at a show, she’ll blow you a kiss or mouth "that’s my girl" in your direction.
liv is protective in a more subtle way, if she notices someone bothering you, she’ll step in with a sweet smile but cutting words that leave no doubt you’re off-limits.
she loves staying up late with you, watching movies or scrolling tiktok together in bed. half the time you both fall asleep laughing at something dumb.
she’s obsessed with skincare/self-care nights together, facemasks, painting nails, stealing each other’s hoodies, and talking about everything.
liv is low-key jealous sometimes, but she handles it playfully, wrapping her arms around you from behind and pouting like, "why are you giving them attention when you’ve got me?"
she has a soft spot for surprising you, leaving little notes in your bag, grabbing your favourite snacks, or planning small dates that show she listens.
when you’re upset, she pulls you into her arms and doesn’t let go until you’ve let it all out. she’s surprisingly grounding, even when she’s usually the silly one.
she calls you cute names like babygirl, pretty, doll and sometimes even wifey, especially when she’s feeling extra cheesy.
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smutty headcanons
liv is a brat in bed, she loves pushing your buttons, making you chase her, and acting innocent when you catch on.
she’s very vocal, whines, moans, giggles, and dirty talk all wrapped together. half the fun for her is letting you know just how good you’re making her feel.
loves riding the strap. she’ll take control on top, smirking while leaning down to whisper something filthy in your ear, then sit back and make a show of it.
she’s big on teasing. she’ll take her time with kisses and touches, pulling away just when you’re desperate for more, giggling at how needy you get.
she’s playful about toys, loves using them on you, but also loves when you use them on her. If it makes you blush, she wants to try it.
praise is her kryptonite. call her "so pretty" or "such a good girl" or tell her how much you love hearing her moan, and she melts instantly.
but she’s not afraid of a little light degradation either, loves when you grab her chin, look her in the eye, and call her your "needy little slut."
she’s obsessed with oral, both giving and receiving. she’ll take her time going down on you, eyes locked on yours, until you’re a trembling mess.
she lives for quickies, locker rooms, showers, hotel balconies, even the backseat of a car. the thrill of getting caught makes her even wetter.
she has a bit of a kink for marking you, scratches down your back, lipstick stains on your neck, or love bites she leaves purposely visible.
after sex, she’s clingy as hell, sprawling across your chest, kissing your skin lazily, and whispering how much she adores you in between soft giggles.
AN: two fics in one day?! I’m such a sweet bunny i knowww
Title: house of balloons/glass table girls
Pairing: Liv Morgan x fem!reader
WC: 7,457
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, breath play (hand over mouth + nose pinching), consensual non-consent fantasy, light sadism, praise/degradation kink, teasing, fingering through panties, forced orgasm, and light panic/squirming during breath restriction.
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You melted deeper into the cloud of pillows and rumpled sheets on Liv’s bed, the late-afternoon sun painting lazy amber stripes across the duvet. The apartment hummed with quiet domesticity, the distant murmur of traffic far below, the faint creak of the old building settling, and the low, forgotten chatter of a reality show playing on the television neither of you had bothered to silence. Everything smelled like her; warm caramel and sugar body spray, the clean cotton of freshly laundered sheets, and the faint cherry sweetness that clung to her lips from the gloss she’d swiped on earlier.
Liv lay curled against you, her thigh hooked possessively over your hip, one arm tucked beneath her head while the other traced idle patterns along your side. Her voice danced through the latest locker-room drama, light and giggly, the way it always did when the two of you carved out these stolen lazy hours.
“—and then she gave me that fake little smile, you know the one? Like she wasn’t literally trying to undercut my entire segment.” Liv’s laugh bubbled up, bright and unrestrained, vibrating through her chest into yours. She shifted closer, nose brushing your temple. “I swear, babe, some people just live for the mess.”
You let out a soft, breathy hum of agreement, your voice barely above a whisper even as amusement curved your lips. “She does that thing with her eyes… like she’s being so sweet while she’s sharpening the knife.” The words slipped out gently, laced with that quiet, teasing lilt you could never quite shake, even when you were poking fun.
Liv’s grin widened, hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as she rolled halfway on top of you, careful not to crush but close enough that her warmth enveloped you completely. The conversation drifted then, easy as tide pulling away from shore. Her fingers found your hair, combing through it in slow, hypnotic strokes, nails grazing your scalp just enough to send pleasant little shivers cascading down your spine. She twisted a strand around her index finger, let it slip free, then repeated the motion with deliberate tenderness.
“You’re so pretty when you’re all cozy like this,” she murmured, voice dropping into that honeyed register that always made your stomach flutter. She pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to the bridge of your nose, her breath warm and sweet against your skin. “My soft little angel. Look at you… all flushed and sweet and mine.”
Heat bloomed across your cheeks, slow and undeniable. You ducked your head slightly, hiding against the curve of her shoulder, but your fingers betrayed you, they curled gently into the hem of her cropped tank, holding on as if she might drift away. Liv noticed, of course. Her smile softened at the edges, but that familiar spark of mischief danced brighter in her eyes. She tilted your chin up with two gentle fingers, thumb brushing the warm apple of your cheek.
“God, I love that color on you,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth, slow and reverent. Then lower, along your jaw, each press of her lips a deliberate distraction. “Makes me wanna eat you, fuck. You’re just too much. Just like this. All warm and pink and looking at me with those big, pretty eyes.”
Your pulse quickened beneath her touch, a traitorous little skip you knew she could feel. You were melting, bones turning to honey under the steady rhythm of her fingers in your hair, the soft weight of her leg pinning you, the way she kept murmuring endearments like they were the easiest truths in the world. Still, that familiar intuition tugged at you. Liv was building to something. The compliments came too thick, the kisses too lingering, the way her gaze kept flicking to your lips and back up again like she was gathering courage behind all that sweetness.
You lifted your eyes to hers, voice soft and lilting, even as a teasing edge threaded through it, gentle bitchiness wrapped in adoration. “Liv baby… you’re being awfully nice to me tonight.” A tiny, playful huff escaped you, barely louder than a sigh. “All the hair petting and the ‘pretty princess’ this and the kisses everywhere. What did you do? Or… what do you want?”
Your lips curved into a small, knowing smile, one brow arching in delicate accusation as you poked her side with one finger, feather-light. “Spill it, pleaseee. Before I start thinking you’re trying to bribe your way into something devious.”
Liv’s laughter spilled out instantly, bright, unrestrained, shaking her shoulders as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. She kissed the warm skin there once, twice, nipping gently like she couldn’t help herself, then pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. Her cheeks were faintly pink, eyes sparkling with caught delight and something warmer, deeper.
“Caught me,” she admitted, voice still laced with giggles. She brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, thumb lingering at your temple in a soothing sweep. “Can’t get anything past my smart, sweet girl, huh?”
You waited, soft and expectant, cheeks still glowing as her fingers resumed their gentle path through your hair. The golden light caught in her messy waves like threads of fire, and in the quiet space between heartbeats, tangled up in her warmth and affection, you felt the familiar thrill of anticipation curl low in your belly.
You let the silence stretch between you for a beat, soft and expectant, your cheek still warm where her thumb had brushed it. Liv’s fingers never stopped their lazy path through your hair, each slow drag sending little ripples of warmth down the back of your neck. She was watching you with that half-lidded look, the one that always made your stomach do a slow, anticipatory flip, like she was savoring the way you melted under her attention before she asked for anything at all
Finally she exhaled a tiny laugh, the sound low and fond against your temple as she pressed another kiss there, lingering until you felt the shape of her smile. “Okay, fine. You know me too well.” Her voice stayed that same honeyed murmur, casual as if she were still just gossiping about ring gear. She shifted her weight, thigh sliding higher over your hip to pull you closer, her body a warm, solid line against yours. “I’ve been thinking about trying something new. In bed. With you.”
The words slipped out so gently they almost blended with the rhythm of her fingers in your hair. She didn’t elaborate right away. Instead she kissed the corner of your mouth again, slow and sweet, then nuzzled into the crook of your neck like she needed the extra seconds to gather herself. You felt the faint flutter of her lashes against your skin, the way her breath hitched just a little before she steadied it.
You blinked up at her, voice barely above a whisper, soft and teasing even as curiosity prickled warm under your ribs. “Something new?” Your fingers traced idle circles on her lower back beneath the hem of her tank, light as moth wings. “Livy… you’re doing that thing again. Where you pet my hair and kiss me stupid and then drop a bomb like it’s no big deal.” A tiny, shy huff escaped you, almost a giggle. “What kind of new? Like… new positions, or new toys, or are we talking full-on scandalous?
Liv grinned against your throat, the curve of it playful and a little nervous all at once. She pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, blue ones sparkling with that familiar mix of mischief and affection. “Not scandalous. Not really. Just… something I’ve been curious about. For fun.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose, then she was back to carding through your hair, twisting a strand around her finger and letting it spring free like it was the most important task in the world. She was stalling, you could tell, the way her gaze kept flicking to your lips, the faint pink creeping up her own cheeks.
You waited, cheeks still glowing from earlier compliments, your body loose and pliant in the cradle of her arms. The room felt smaller, warmer, the golden light catching on the fine strands of her hair and turning them to copper. “You’re dragging this out on purpose,” you murmured, the words gentle, almost innocent, even as your lips curved in that soft, knowing smile. “C’mon, princess treatment only works so long before I get suspicious. Spill it. I’m not gonna freak out.”
She laughed softly, the sound bright and warm, and rolled you both so she hovered just above you, elbows braced on either side of your head. Her nose brushed yours. “God, you’re cute when you’re all impatient like that. Okay… okay.” A deep breath, her thumb stroking your cheekbone now, slow and soothing. “It’s breath play. Kinda. Not like… choking or anything intense. Just holding your breath for a minute. My hand over your mouth, pinching your nose maybe. Seeing how it feels.”
The confession hung there between you, light as the cherry gloss still clinging to her lips, but it landed warm and heavy in your chest all the same. You felt your eyes widen a fraction, a shy little flutter in your pulse. Liv watched your face closely, her own expression open and hopeful, that teasing spark never quite leaving her eyes even as she rushed to soften it.
“Not serious or anything,” she added quickly, voice still casual, still giggly at the edges like she was talking about trying a new ice-cream flavor. “Just curious. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately—how you’d look, how you’d feel. For fun, babe. Only if you want.”
You bit your lower lip, heat flooding your face in a fresh wave that had nothing to do with the late sun still slanting across the bed. Your fingers tightened slightly in her tank top, twisting the fabric in that gentle, anxious way you always did when something made your stomach twist with equal parts nerves and intrigue. “Breath play,” you echoed, the words soft and wondering, almost like you were testing how they tasted. A tiny, shy laugh bubbled out of you, breathless and teasing. “You mean like… actually not letting me breathe? On purpose?”
Liv nodded, forehead dropping to rest against yours again, her hair falling around you both like a curtain. She kissed you once, slow and reassuring, then pulled back with a sheepish little grin. “Yeah. Just for a bit. I wanna see what it’s like for you. How your eyes get all fluttery and pretty, how you go all soft when you’re right there on the edge.” She didn’t say the rest, the way she’d pictured your panic blooming into something pliant and trusting, the way she wondered if you’d squirm or claw or kick your feet before melting, but you caught the hungry glint behind her easy tone, the way her thigh pressed a little firmer between yours like the thought alone affected her.
You ducked your head slightly, hiding your burning cheeks against her collarbone for a second, voice muffled and sweetly innocent even as you teased. “Liv Morgan, you are so not subtle. Here I thought you were just being extra cuddly and now you’re telling me you wanna watch me panic because you might knock me out?”Another soft giggle escaped you, shy but undeniably curious, your fingers tracing up her spine in absent little patterns.
“That’s… kinda sexy. In a really specific way. What if I’m terrible at it? Or what if I just… I don’t know, look ridiculous?”
She chuckled warmly, the sound vibrating through her chest into yours, and tugged your hair gently to tilt your face back up to hers. Her eyes were soft, sparkling with affection and that low-burning want she never tried to hide from you. “You could never look ridiculous to me. You’d be perfect. All wide-eyed and squirmy and trusting. But only if you’re into it, princess. We can talk about it forever if you want. No pressure.”
You held her gaze, heart thumping steady and loud in your ears, the air between you thick with the faint scent of her lip gloss and the vanilla warmth of her skin. Your voice came out even softer, laced with that gentle, girlish teasing that always made her melt right back. “I mean… I’m not saying no. I’m just saying you’re a bitch for springing this on me when I’m already all flushed and stupid from your hair-petting campaign.” A pause, your lips twitching as you added, almost innocently, “How long have you been thinking about pinning me down and torturing me, huh? Be honest.”
Liv’s grin turned downright wicked, but her touch stayed tender as she brushed a kiss over your flushed cheek. “Long enough that I figured it was time to ask my sweet, shy girl if she’d let me try.” She nuzzled closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “So… what do you think? Curious enough to keep talking about it?”
You let her words settle between you, cheeks still burning as you traced idle little circles along her jaw with your fingertip. The idea hummed warm and low in your belly, equal parts nerves and a secret, fluttering thrill you weren’t quite ready to name out loud. You shrugged one shoulder, voice soft and deliberately casual, almost breezy, like you were agreeing to try a new coffee order instead of something that made your pulse skip.
“I mean… we can try it,” you murmured, the words gentle, almost offhand. “If you’re that curious. It’s not like I’m dying to do it or anything. Just… for you.” A tiny, shy smile tugged at your lips as you added, “Sounds kinda intense, but whatever.”
Liv’s entire face lit up, eyes sparkling, that bright, crooked grin breaking wide across her mouth like you’d handed her the best present imaginable. “Really?” The excitement in her voice was so openly delighted it was almost cute, the way she bounced a little against you before catching herself. But then something shifted. Her grin sharpened at the edges, a familiar glint sliding into her blue eyes as she tilted her head, studying you like prey she’d already caught. “Oh my god, you’re so full of shit right now. Look at you trying to play it cool.”
Before you could protest, she rolled you both with effortless strength, settling herself against the headboard and tugging you into her lap so your back pressed flush to her front. Her thighs bracketed yours, strong and warm, one arm looping around your waist to hold you right where she wanted you. From this angle she could see everything, every flicker across your face, every tiny twitch of your expression. Her chin rested on your shoulder, breath tickling your ear as her free hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking slow along your cheekbone.
You squirmed immediately, antsy and hyper-aware of how exposed you felt in this position, your legs shifting restlessly between hers. A soft, embarrassed sound slipped out of you before you could stop it.
Liv noticed, of course she did. Her laugh was low and sweetly bitchy against your ear, the kind that made heat pool low in your stomach. “Aww, look at my baby already getting all twitchy and shy. Can’t even sit still for me? That’s adorable.” Her fingers threaded into your hair again, tugging your head back gently against her collarbone so she had full access to your throat. “Relax, baby. I haven’t even done anything yet.”
You tried. You really did. But every slow stroke of her palm down the side of your neck, every lazy circle of her thumb along your collarbone, made you fidget harder. Your hands gripped her forearm where it banded across your middle, not pushing away, just holding on.
She hummed, pleased, and pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss just beneath your ear, then another lower, teeth grazing lightly. “Mmm. Already so worked up and I’ve not even touched you. God, you’re cute when you’re trying to pretend you’re not frightened.” Her hand slid lower, fingertips tracing the neckline of your shirt before she tugged it upward in one impatient motion. You lifted your arms without thinking, letting her peel the fabric away and toss it aside. Cool air kissed your skin, leaving you in just your soft bra, suddenly very aware of how exposed your chest felt under her gaze.
Liv’s breath deepened audibly. She ran both hands down your sides, slow and possessive, then back up to trace the delicate straps of your bra, dipping teasingly along the swell of your breasts without quite giving you what you wanted.
“Fuck, look at you,” she murmured, voice dropping into that soft, dominant lilt she adopted around you. “Sitting so pretty in my lap, letting me strip you like it’s nothing. You’re such a little perv, aren’t you? I can read you like a fucking book right now—cheeks all pink, squirming around like you can’t decide if you want to hide or beg me to start already.”
You let out a soft, breathy protest, half-laugh, half-whine, twisting slightly in her hold. “Liv… shut up.” The words came out too gentle, too polite to hold any real bite, especially when your body kept arching into her touches like it had a mind of its own.
She chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her chest into your back, and rewarded your squirming with another slow kiss to the side of your neck, sucking lightly before soothing it with her tongue. Her fingers kept exploring, stroking through your hair, trailing down your throat, mapping every inch of collarbone and shoulder like she had all the time in the world. “No, I don’t think I will. Not when you’re this fun to tease. Look how hard you’re breathing already, princess. Just from me playing with your hair and touching your pretty neck.” She nipped at your earlobe, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Bet you’re already thinking about my hand over that smart mouth, aren’t you? About how you’re gonna flutter and panic for me… all while pretending you’re not soaked just imagining it.”
You shivered hard, a fresh wave of heat flooding your face as you ducked your head, trying to hide against her arm. Your thighs pressed together restlessly between hers, the movement earning another delighted little laugh from her.
“That’s what I thought,” she purred, one hand sliding up to cradle your jaw again, tilting your face so she could kiss the corner of your mouth—slow, filthy, full of promise. “My shy little slut. So innocent on the outside, but dying for me to just toy with you. Don’t worry, baby… I’m gonna enjoy every second of making you wait for it.”
She kept you there like that, warm and trapped in her lap, kissing and stroking and murmuring filthy-sweet observations against your skin while the anticipation stretched thicker and sweeter between you, her excitement thrumming like a live wire beneath all that soft, playful control.
You shivered as Liv’s mouth moved with purpose along the curve of your neck, her lips warm and insistent. She sucked a slow, deliberate mark just beneath your jaw, tongue swirling over the spot until the skin bloomed hot and sensitive. Another followed lower, right where your neck met your shoulder, her teeth grazing before she sealed her lips and pulled the blood to the surface with a satisfied hum. Each pull sent little sparks racing down your spine. You tilted your head without thinking, offering her more, and she rewarded you with a soft, patronising chuckle against your skin.
“Such a good girl already,” she murmured, voice dripping with sweet condescension. “Giving me your throat like it’s mine to mark up. Look at these pretty little bruises forming… everyone’s gonna know who you belong to tomorrow.”
She left three more, small, deliberate hickeys scattered along your collarbone and the upper swell of your breast where your bra dipped low, each one accompanied by a gentle stroke of her thumb over the fresh mark, like she was admiring her own handiwork. Only when you were breathing faster and squirming harder in her lap did she finally pull back, eyes dark with intent.
“Alright, princess,” she said softly, that mean-girl edge sharpening just enough to make your stomach flip. “Let’s play properly. Nice and slow yeah?”
Her hand slid up your chest, fingers splaying wide. She cupped your jaw first, tilting your face toward her so she could watch every micro-expression. Her other arm stayed banded around your waist, holding you securely against her front. You felt the steady rise and fall of her breathing at your back, the faint excited quickness she couldn’t quite hide.
“Deep breath in for me, baby,” she cooed, patronising and sweet all at once. “That’s it… good girl.”
You barely had time to obey before her palm sealed over your mouth, warm and firm, fingers pinching your nose in one smooth motion. The world narrowed instantly. Air became a distant memory. At first it was easy, just a handful of seconds. Your eyes fluttered, chest hitching against the sudden denial, but nothing panicked yet. Liv watched you with rapt, hungry focus, her lips brushing your temple.
“See? Not so bad,” she praised quietly, voice low and intimate. “Look at those pretty eyes already getting glassy for me. You’re doing so well, holding still like a good little toy.”
She released you after eight or nine seconds, letting you gasp in a shaky lungful. You barely managed a soft, breathy “Liv—” before her hand clamped down again, cutting you off mid-word. The sound you made, a startled, muffled little squeak, vibrated against her palm. Liv laughed, bright and delighted, the sadistic edge curling around it like smoke.
“Oh my god, that noise,” she teased, not letting go yet. “So fucking cute. Did you really think you were going to finish that sentence, princess? Adorable.”
This time she held a few seconds longer, watching your lashes flutter and your thighs press together restlessly between hers. When she finally pulled away, you drew in air with a soft, embarrassed whine, cheeks burning hotter than before.
“Shh, you’re okay,” she soothed, stroking your hair back from your flushed face while her lips ghosted over one of the fresh hickeys. “Listen to you… already making such pretty sounds for me and we’ve barely started. My sweet, squirmy girl.” Her fingers traced your lower lip, still tingling from the pressure. “Bet you didn’t expect it to feel like that, huh? All floaty and warm already?”
You nodded shyly, too breathless to answer right away, your body shifting in her lap like you couldn’t decide whether to press closer or hide. Liv only smiled wider, dominant sparkle bright in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and filthy.
“Good. Because we’re going to do it again,” she whispered against your lips, voice dropping into something darker, sweeter, meaner.
Her hand returned to your face with gentle inevitability, palm hovering just above your mouth like a promise, waiting for you to catch your breath and give her those wide, trusting eyes she loved so much. The anticipation stretched thick and electric between you, every teasing touch and patronising word pulling you deeper under her spell.
You stayed nestled in her lap, back flush to her chest, every shallow breath you managed to steal brushing against the warm wall of her body. Liv’s arm remained banded snug around your waist, holding you steady as her other hand hovered near your face again, fingertips tracing your jaw like she was deciding exactly how she wanted to ruin you next.
She was getting bolder now, slower and more deliberate, like something inside her had clicked into place and she was quietly, delightedly discovering how much she enjoyed it. The soft sadism bloomed in her expression, subtle at first, just the way her lips parted and her breathing deepened whenever your eyes went wide.
Her palm sealed over your mouth again without warning.
A tiny, startled squeak slipped out against her skin, high and skittish, the sound of a startled fawn, and your lashes fluttered in surprise. Liv’s breath hitched, a low, satisfied hum vibrating through her chest into your back.
“Fuck, there it is,” she murmured, voice laced with that sweet, mean edge. “That little noise you make every single time. Like you forget it’s coming even though I’ve done it half a dozen times already.”
She held it steady, not too long yet, just enough that your chest gave one sharp heave beneath her arm. When she finally let you go, you gasped in a shaky inhale, lips parted and glistening.
Before you could recover, her hand returned, mouth and nose this time, cutting off the air more completely. Your brows drew together instantly, knitting in that anxious little furrow she was quickly becoming addicted to. She watched, transfixed, as your eyes widened and your head gave the smallest, instinctive shake side to side, like a silent plea you couldn’t quite voice.
“Aw, baby,” she cooed, patronising and fond, her free hand stroking soothingly down your bare stomach. “Does that feel scary? Look at that pretty frightened face. God, it’s doing things to me.”
She released you again, letting you gulp air while she pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your throat, right over one of the fresh hickeys. But the break was short. Her palm returned almost immediately, sealing tight. This hold lasted longer, twelve, thirteen seconds, enough that your thighs twitched restlessly between hers and your fingers flexed against her forearm.
“Mmm. You okay, princess?” she asked softly, right as she felt your body start to tense. She didn’t remove her hand, of course. She just watched your brows pinch tighter, that anxious little wrinkle deepening between them as you gave another tiny, helpless shake of your head. Your eyes looked so wide and glassy, lashes fluttering with the effort of staying calm. “No? Too much already? Or are you just being my little drama queen?”
The muffled, indignant sound you made against her palm, half squeak, half whine, drew a delighted laugh from her. She finally pulled away, letting you drag in desperate breaths while she nuzzled into your hair, voice dropping lower.
“You’re not even fighting me yet and you already look like that? All big-eyed and anxious and adorable.” Her fingers stroked along your collarbone, then dipped teasingly beneath the cup of your bra, brushing a nipple just to feel you jolt. “I think I might be a little fucked up for how much I love that face. The way your eyebrows do that worried thing… makes me want to keep going just to see it again.”
You managed a soft, breathless protest when she gave you air. “Liv… you’re mean—”
Her hand clamped down instantly,
mouth and nose, firmer this time. The startled little animal noise you made was sharper now, a squeaky whimper that vibrated against her skin. She held it longer still, watching with dark, hungry eyes as your brows knitted deeply and your head gave that slow, anxious shake once more. Your chest jerked under her arm, but you stayed mostly pliant, trusting, just trembling in that skittish way that made her pulse thrum.
“Shh, shh. Don’t try to talk, baby. Just let me look at you.” Her voice had gone huskier, thicker with arousal as she drank in every micro-expression. “God, that frightened little face is so fucking sexy. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
She kept you there for a few more heartbeats, savoring the way your lashes fluttered and your body gave the smallest, involuntary squirm in her lap. When she finally released you, you gasped hard, head tipping back against her shoulder as you sucked in greedy lungfuls of air. Liv’s arm tightened around you, possessive and steady, while her other hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your flushed cheek almost tenderly.
“You’re being so good for me,” she praised softly, kissing the corner of your mouth even as her tone stayed laced with that sweet cruelty. “My soft, scared little angel. Making all those cute noises and giving me those worried eyes every single time.” She nipped at your earlobe, voice dropping to a whisper. “Think you can handle a little longer next time? Or are you gonna keep looking at me like that and make me lose my mind?”
Your only answer was another shaky inhale and the way your fingers tightened on her wrist, equal parts nerves and undeniable want. Liv smiled against your skin, already preparing to cover your mouth again, quietly thrilled by how deeply she was enjoying unraveling you like this, one startled sound, one anxious little furrow of your brows at a time.
You were still catching your breath from the last hold when Liv’s palm returned without mercy, sealing tight over your mouth and pinching your nose in one smooth, practiced motion. This time she didn’t ease you into it. She held you there, steady and unrelenting, while her chin rested on your shoulder and her eyes drank in every detail of your face.
Ten seconds passed. Then twelve. Then fifteen.
Your chest started to hitch harder against her forearm, the first real edge of panic creeping in as the burn in your lungs sharpened. Your brows knitted deep, that anxious little furrow she loved so much carving itself between them. Your lashes fluttered rapidly, eyes growing glassy and unfocused as the lightheadedness began to swirl at the edges of your vision. A soft, muffled whimper vibrated against her palm, skittish and helpless.
Liv’s voice dropped lower, meaner, laced with that sweet cruelty that made your stomach twist. “There it is. Look at you starting to feel it now, princess. All dizzy and panicky already?” She tilted your head back further against her, forcing you to meet her gaze from this trapped angle. “Eyes going all hazy… chest twitching like a scared little rabbit. So fucking cute when you realise you really can’t breathe unless I let you.”
She held it longer still, watching the way your thighs trembled between hers, the way your fingers flexed and tightened on her wrist without actually pushing her away. Only when your head gave a tiny, instinctive shake and a higher, more desperate squeak slipped out did she finally release you.
You gasped sharply, sucking in air with a broken, shaky sound, head spinning as oxygen rushed back in. The room tilted for a second, fuzzy and warm, before Liv’s arm around your waist grounded you again.
“Aw, poor baby,” she cooed, but there was nothing soft about the smirk you could feel against your temple. “Getting all lightheaded for me? I can see it in your eyes—getting all floaty and scared. You’re not even fighting me and your body’s already panicking so pretty.”
Before you could form a reply, her hand clamped down again. Mouth and nose. Tighter. Longer. Twenty seconds this time, maybe more. The dizziness returned faster, heavier, a hazy fog rolling through your thoughts as your pulse thundered in your ears. Your brows pinched tight, eyes wide and watery with that anxious, frightened expression that seemed to unravel her more with every second. Your legs shifted restlessly, a faint, involuntary kick of one foot against the mattress as the panic truly started to bloom.
Liv let out a low, throaty sound of pure satisfaction. “Mmm. That’s my girl. Look how scared you get when it really hits. Those big, worried eyes… fuck, it’s making me so wet watching you like this.”
Her free hand finally wandered lower, sliding down your stomach with agonising slowness. Fingertips traced the waistband of your panties before settling over the thin fabric, she kept the barrier there on purpose. She pressed two fingers against your clit in a gentle, lazy circle, barely any pressure, just enough to tease the aching bundle of nerves through the damp cotton. The touch was feather-light, almost absentminded, like she was petting something delicate while her other hand kept you breathless.
You jolted in her lap, a muffled, startled whine escaping against her palm as the dual sensations crashed together, the growing panic in your lungs and the slow, maddening spark of pleasure between your legs. Your hips twitched forward instinctively, chasing her fingers even as your chest heaved uselessly.
Liv laughed softly, mean and delighted, right against your ear. “Oh? You like that? Getting touched while you can’t even beg me to stop?” She kept the circles slow and steady, never speeding up, never giving you enough to build toward release. Just constant, teasing friction while she held your air hostage. “Such a needy little thing. Panties already soaked and I’m barely touching you. My shy princess is secretly such a slut for this, isn’t she?”
She released your mouth and nose just as the edges of your vision started to grey, letting you drag in a desperate, wheezing gasp. You slumped back against her, dizzy and trembling, but her fingers never stopped their lazy stroking over your clit, slow, relentless, keeping you right on that torturous edge without letting you tip over.
“Breathing okay, baby?” she asked sweetly, voice dripping with fake concern as she kissed the fresh hickey on your neck. Her fingers pressed a little firmer for just a second, then eased back to that feather-light torment. “Or do you need me to take it away again while I play with this pretty clit? I want to see how much more of that frightened face you can give me before you start really squirming.”
Your only answer was another shaky inhale and the way your body arched helplessly into her touch, equal parts overwhelmed and aching for whatever mean, delicious thing she decided to do next.
You slumped heavier against Liv’s chest, gasping in ragged little lungfuls of air while the room slowly stopped spinning. Her hand between your legs slowed to the gentlest rhythm, barely-there circles over your soaked panties, enough to keep the heat simmering but not enough to overwhelm. She kissed the side of your neck, soft and almost sweet, murmuring low against your skin.
“Easy, princess. Breathe for me. That’s it… nice and slow.” Her voice was velvet-rough, still edged with that mean-girl sweetness, but she gave you space. Her fingers stroked lazy patterns across your clit, feather-light and soothing, while her other arm stayed banded around your waist, holding you secure in her lap.
You melted into the reprieve, head lolling back against her shoulder, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded. The words slipped out before you could stop them, soft and trembling, embarrassingly helpless.
“I… I feel all floaty,” you whispered, voice barely above a breath, shy and pathetic in that way that made your own stomach twist. “Liv… your hand feels so good but I’m still dizzy… please don’t stop touching me like that.”
Liv’s breath caught. You felt her thighs tighten around yours, her chest rising sharper against your back.
“God, listen to you,” she murmured, a delighted little laugh threading through the words. “Sounding so sweet and broken already. My poor baby. Can’t even form a full sentence without sounding like you’re about to cry for me.”
You shifted in her lap, hips rolling weakly into her slow touches, another helpless sound escaping. “It’s too much… but don’t stop. Feels really nice when you’re gentle… I like when you’re gentle after you’re mean…”
The admission hung in the air, small and needy, and Liv groaned softly, her free hand sliding up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip like she wanted to devour the words straight from your mouth. You could feel how much it affected her, the way her breathing quickened, the subtle roll of her hips against your ass. Your soft, pathetic little confessions were clearly winding her tighter.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “Saying shit like that with that helpless little voice. You have no idea how wet I am right now.”
She let you stay like that for another minute, gentle touches, warm kisses along your shoulder, letting your guard slip further as the dizziness faded and the pleasure built in slow, syrupy waves. You sighed softly, melting completely, murmuring another quiet, “Feels so good when you touch me there… makes me all— fuck…”
That was the moment her demeanor shifted again.
Her hand over your mouth and nose returned without warning, sealing tight, pinching firmly. No warm-up this time. She pushed it deeper, holding you longer as her fingers between your legs pressed harder, rubbing your clit in focused, steady circles through the drenched fabric. The contrast hit you like a spark to dry tinder; the burning ache in your lungs, the dizzy spin in your head, and the bright, electric pleasure blooming low in your belly.
You whimpered against her palm, high, broken, skittish, and your eyes started to flutter. The lack of air made everything sharper, more overwhelming. Her touch felt impossibly good, every slow drag of her fingers sending jolts through your oversensitive nerves while your chest jerked uselessly against her arm.
Liv’s voice poured hot into your ear, mean and thrilled. “There we go. Eyes rolling already, baby? Look at you. All those pretty little whimpers while I take your air and play with your clit. You’re such a mess.”
She held it longer than before, twenty-five, thirty seconds, watching with dark hunger as your lashes fluttered harder and your eyes began to roll back, whites showing for brief, hazy moments. Soft, desperate sounds spilled continuously against her hand now, muffled and pathetic; little cries and whimpers that vibrated into her palm every time her fingers stroked over your swollen clit. The position made it devastating, you trapped in her lap, back arched against her chest, thighs spread open by hers, completely unable to hide a single reaction.
When she finally released your face, you gasped in a broken, sobbing inhale, head spinning wildly as oxygen flooded back. But her fingers never stopped their relentless teasing between your legs, keeping you right on that aching edge while you trembled and whimpered openly.
“Again,” she whispered, almost to herself, voice thick with arousal. Her hand returned immediately, cutting off your air mid-gasp. This time she pushed even further, holding you right at the brink where the lightheaded rush mixed with the slick, perfect pressure on your clit until your eyes rolled helplessly and your whimpers turned into constant, needy little cries against her skin.
You were lost in it, the dizzy, floating panic, the overwhelming pleasure, the solid heat of her body caging you in, the scent of her skin and cherry lip gloss and sex thick in the air. Liv kept you there, breathing praise and filth into your ear between holds, completely addicted to the way you fell apart so sweetly for her.
You were trembling in her lap now, chest heaving between the relentless cycles of denial and dizzying relief. Liv’s breathing had grown ragged against your ear, her own arousal evident in the way her hips rocked subtly beneath you, grinding against your ass like she couldn’t help herself. She was lost in it too, deeply, greedily invested, that soft sadistic spark having bloomed into something brighter and hungrier.
“Think you can take a little more for me, princess?” she whispered, voice thick and sweet as sin. Her fingers kept up their slow, slick circles over your clit, the fabric of your panties soaked through and clinging. “I wanna see you really struggle this time. Just a little. Let me feel how bad you need it.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand clamped down hard, mouth and nose completely sealed, and this time she pushed. Thirty seconds. Forty. Your lungs burned hotter, faster. The lightheaded rush slammed into you like a wave, and with it came the panic. Your body jerked involuntarily. A high, desperate whine vibrated against her palm as your legs kicked weakly, one foot drumming against the mattress. Your nails dug into her forearm, not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to claw and scrabble, trying to find purchase as your chest heaved uselessly against her iron grip.
Liv moaned low in her throat, the sound pure delight. “That’s it—fuck, there you go. Squirm for me, baby. Claw at me like a scared little thing. God, you’re perfect.”
Her fingers rubbed your clit faster now, firm and focused, chasing every twitch and whimper you gave her. The dual assault made everything sharper; the burning ache in your lungs, the dizzy spin behind your eyes, and the bright, coiling pleasure building relentlessly between your thighs. You thrashed harder, muffled cries turning into constant, pathetic whimpers as your hips bucked desperately into her hand.
When she finally released your face you gasped in a broken sob, head spinning wildly, but she barely gave you three seconds before sealing you again. Longer this time. Your struggles intensified, nails raking down her arm, thighs clamping around her wrist as if you could somehow control the pleasure while your body fought for air. Liv was panting now, openly thrilled.
“Mmm, look at you fighting me. So cute when you panic for real.” Her fingers never slowed, stroking you right to the edge and holding you there, slick sounds filling the room alongside your muffled, desperate noises.
You were right there, teetering, thighs shaking violently, when she felt the telltale flutter of your approaching orgasm. She leaned in closer, mouth brushing your ear even as her hand stayed locked over your face.
“You wanna cum, baby?” she cooed, mockingly sweet. She gave your clit a firm little swirl. “Go on, nod for me if you wanna cum while I suffocate you.”
Your head bobbed frantically, eyes rolling as the dizziness crested. Liv laughed, low and delighted, nodding slowly back at you with her mouth parted in that hungry, awe-struck way.
“Yeah? You do? That’s so sweet.” Another teasing swirl of her fingers. “But what if I want you to wait? Hmm? Nod if you still wanna cum more than you wanna breathe.”
You nodded again, helpless, frantic, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the lightheaded fog thickened. The lack of oxygen made the pleasure feel overwhelming, almost too much, every nerve singing.
Liv’s voice dropped into that patronising lilt, mocking and fond. “Aww, poor thing. Can’t even decide, can you? Nod for cum… or nod if you need air. Come on, princess, tell me what you want while your brain’s all fuzzy.
You kept nodding, broken and mindless, hips grinding desperately against her fingers as the orgasm crested hard and fast. Liv held you right there on the edge, eyes wide and sparkling as she watched you shatter.
Then it hit.
Your whole body seized, back arching violently against her chest as the climax tore through you. A long, muffled, desperate moan vibrated into her palm, raw and helpless. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, hips jerking in erratic little thrusts while her fingers kept rubbing you through it, drawing it out. Your eyes rolled back fully now, lashes fluttering as you came hard in her lap, soaking through your panties and dripping onto her thigh.
Liv’s reaction was immediate and radiant.
Her mouth fell open in a soft, happy “ah—ah, there we go,” eyes crinkling with pure delight as she nodded slowly along with every helpless spasm of your body.
“Mmm, fuck yes. There it is, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Look at you cumming so pretty while I steal all your air.”
She finally released your mouth and nose just as the peak began to ebb, letting you suck in a desperate, sobbing gasp. But her fingers stayed on your clit, stroking slow and gentle now, milking every last aftershock while you whimpered and twitched in her arms.
“That’s my good girl,” she praised breathlessly, kissing the side of your sweat-damp temple, her voice warm and giddy with satisfaction. “Came so hard for me even when you couldn’t breathe. God, I love you like this— all fucked-out and shaky and mine.”
You slumped boneless against her, chest heaving, head still floating somewhere far away. Liv wrapped both arms around you, holding you close and safe as she nuzzled into your neck, murmuring soft little praises between lingering kisses.
“My perfect, pathetic little princess. We’re definitely doing that again.”
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