Naomii

18 she/her lesbian

[leggerezza-dell-essere]

[sheswaitingforcoffee]

Always a reblog

[i-hate-you3000]

"i watch arcane for the plot"

the "plot":

[santhiquee]

give me your body, make it mine

Synopsis: After an agreement between your father's corporation and Piltover Enterprise, you find yourself entangled with Ambessa and Sevika Merdarda, the owners of Piltover Enterprise and your soon-to-be wives, who seem adamant on showing you who you belong to.

mdni | warning: subspace, dom/sub play, dacryphilia, sadomasochism, mild impact play, spanking, mommy kink, light verbal degradation, praise kink, 'strap' blowjob, hexstrap, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, dry humping, pet names, age difference, breeding kink, mild forniphilia, vaginal fingering, mild shibari, obsessive/possessive behavior pairing: CEO Ambessa x College student! Reader x CEO Sevika a/n: apologies this took long :(, but I am here with this lovely request fic, my first ambessa x reader x sevika... 14.1k words, but have fun reading!!! do give feedback cause I've never written a femslash threesome lol !!! additionally forniphilia is when someone acts as furniture, but...this is like super light and you'll find out why.

You earned your place at Zaun University of Engineering. It wasn’t sheer luck or your father’s money, though the thought of that is rather funny. It was your second year at Zaun when someone had dug up something about your origin.

For as long as you can remember, your father’s company has always been in the media's eye. When you were finally able to formulate a coherent thought, you realised that you were different. It wasn’t just about how you looked but rather where you came from. Baseline was–you weren’t supposed to be born. 

The affair between your mother and your father was country-breaking news. For their company at least. They never really mentioned her name, or when she took off and ran, leaving you in a house full of strangers. 

You don’t have any memories from your mother, not good ones anyway. And when your father’s family took you in, you initially thought that maybe, just maybe, you were finally going to have a family. It took a month for you to realise that you were always going to be an outsider.

 You did try to win his attention, or at least a measure of it. Metal after metal, each one in robotics, despite his company’s focus on something else. In your head, maybe the achievement of something else would catch his love or remind him that you’re still his daughter. 

It didn’t work. Seven years of nothing, and in the end, you took your confidence in robots and went another route. You think of meeting Sevika and Ambessa as something akin to a miracle. Initially, you spent years following them. More so when you first started getting into robotics. 

You’d catch glimpses of them around your family’s ballgown parties or other rich social parties, you sneaked into because something inside you always itched to be recognised as one of your father’s children. You had a copy of every magazine they appeared in and watched their interviews countless times. 

When you first met them, it wasn’t the way you wanted to go, but god, was it so much fucking better. It was a cocktail party, one of the many your family would keep throwing. But this was shy of a couple of months after you started college. Your fingertips glided over too many champagne glasses, and each one rattled your bones until you couldn’t chew, and the lights blurred into each other. 

It was Sevika who found you first, hunched somewhere around the plant-covered gazebo, outside the back of the huge house. You were kneeling, face pressed into one of the wooden pillars, knees hurting from the odd position you were in. Her voice rang in your head, soft yet rough. “Kid…are you alright?”

When you turned, you pouted at her, “‘m not a kid.” Your words tumbled around each other, and when you tried to get up, you wobbled right into her arms. You’d been screaming and cheering if you weren’t so sedated from the alcohol.

 In hindsight, it probably looked really bad from another angle. Especially when you curled into her chest, your face pressed against her skin. She smelled heaven-sent against the scent of smoke in the air–honey, wood and cigar. 

Sevika sat you on her lap, patting your back softly, while cicadas screamed into the air. A soft thud rang in your ear, and you barely move before another body is seated in front of you, looking between you and Sevika. “Having fun without me?”

Your eyes flicker up, catching Ambessa's grin, under the soft yellow glow of the gazebo. Her strong arms were on display, while an emerald green dress hugged her frame. You hiccuped.

“Sev…Bessa. Sevika and Ambessa…piltover enterprise.” You slur, before latching onto ambessa, seating yourself on her lap, knees shaking. 

“Someone’s researched us, love. Is she drunk?” Ambessa asked, and you nuzzled into her neck, enjoying the soft vibration of her voice rumbling through her body. 

“Like a fucking dog.” Cackled Sevika, and her strong hand settled on your knee cap, touching the skin unmarked by your dress. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The name curled against your body, and you whined into Ambessa’s neck, clutching onto her shoulders. You shake your head, “Can’t…give yo–you my name.” Ambessa’s fingers slide to your chin, pressing your cheeks, and moving you to face her and Sevika. 

“Be good now. Tell Vika your name.” She coos, holding you closer, “Maybe I’ll give you a reward.”

You bit into your lower lip, looking between them, while the rumble of voices curled in your ear. People had begun to leave the party. It was already late, and you shouldn’t have drunk that much. “Y/N.”

“Atta girl,” Sevika said, holding up her arms, “C’mere.” 

Your eyes flicker to Ambessa as if you’re searching for permission. “Go on, doll.” And she pushes you into Sevika’s arms, grinning from ear to ear. “Rather pliant…just like we like ‘em.”

When you mention your last name, a cruel laugh rings from Sevika’s throat, “She’s one of Zaun’s Enterprise litter…the affair baby, maybe”

You cowered into her arms, hiccuping and nearly sobbing. The word followed you even when you were drunk. It rang in your head, and you tried to move away from her arms until Sevika’s hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into her arms. “‘m sorry, dove. That was rude. I apologise.”

Ambessa pressed her hand on your cheek, and a slight coldness touched your body, making you shiver. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll correct that mouth of hers. How about this…when you’re sobered up, you call us, and we give you that reward.”

You nod against Sevika’s chest, metal arm caressing your back, “What will you give…me?”

“Anything you’d like.” 

When you woke up, you were face-planted in your room, a soft pounding hitting the crevices of your brain, until you couldn’t move without feeling like you needed a second to catch your breath. No one was home, and you took the opportunity to go back to the room and sleep off the hangover. That same year, your father moved you into some shitty apartment an hour from the university. 

You didn’t care, though. Every day, your thoughts were consumed by the smell of Sevika and Ambessa Merdarda. How they held you, how Sevika talked in your ear, the soft ring of Ambessa’s voice. 

The knowledge that they held you in their arms, on their lap, fueled a year's worth of fantasies. Each night, your fingers rubbed lazy circles around your puffy clit, crying and hiccuping into your pillow, spreading your pussy out into the air, calling out their name. 

Sometimes you couldn’t help but stuff yourself on both ends, imagining them fucking you; Sevika behind you, whispering filthy praises while Ambessa, fucked into your cunt, calling you a perverse slut for enjoying them using you. 

At first, you believed that would be the only time you'd ever get to interact with them, and it wasn’t until you applied to their company to intern in their Axle Robotics program. The program itself was an extension of the company that built and sold robotic and mechanical body parts. Between classes and monitoring your email for a reply, you were worn out. 

“I can’t believe you’d apply to a company just to see them. Y/N, you are…I don’t even have a word for it.” Jinx murmured to your side. You had been at a restaurant, just mere minutes away from the university, trying to catch up with her. 

You shrugged at her words, “The word is pathetic. And yes, yes I really am.” When you finally finished your food and checked your phone again, your body froze seeing the program's name. 

Dear Applicant, On behalf of the Selection Committee at Piltovers Enterprise, I am absolutely thrilled to congratulate you! Out of a highly competitive pool of global applicants, you have been officially selected for the Summer 2026 Axle Robotics Internship Program. Here at Piltovers, we pride ourselves on pushing the limits of biomechanical engineering. Our mission is to restore, enhance, and change human mobility. The Axle Robotics division is the beating heart of our next-generation R&D, and we believe your impressive academic background, technical ingenuity, and passion for cybernetic innovation make you a perfect fit for our teams.

You handed the phone to Jinx, and her eyes almost popped out of her face. “Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“They're hiring you…I can’t believe it. I mean, your resume is amazing, but you haven’t even done anything with human…robotics.” She breathed out, looking through the email. 

“I know, I’m more surprised than you are.”

You spent nearly two weeks running errands at the internship. You were their coffee girl basically, and though it sucked, you were also able to see the massive machines they used, and all kinds of people ordering their mechanical pieces. Despite never being hands-on more than a few times, it was better than not being at the company at all. 

But you were never really able to see Sevika until Monday of the following week. You had heard from some people that the manager had reached her maternity leave, and it seemed like they couldn’t find someone in time. You didn’t expect to see her that early Monday morning. 

Not until you catch a glimpse of her in the office, suited up, looking around the office. You ducked under the table, waiting for the seconds to pass, until you finally stood up, and she was dead-straight looking at you. “Morning…” You were waiting for her to recognise you. 

“Most interns begin by putting out the meeting presentations.” She said, face lax with almost no expression. Her hands are crossed over her chest, almost making her look stronger, as the suit clutches her muscles. “Not by hiding like some terrified little mouse.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, and you really wanted to be pissed at her for not remembering you, but you couldn't. You were too focused on the soft movement of her chest and how she towered over you and the soft waft of wood that curled around your nose. “I’m so–”

“Are you waiting for permission?” She rasped, face morphing into a scowl. “Go.”

You squeaked out of her way. Grabbing and clutching onto the printed presentation. When the workers started pouring into the office, you spent most of your time sneaking glances at Sevika’s office. 

It had become a problem, especially when Ambessa would show up, and they stared into each other's eyes as mentally undressing the other. Ambessa was the same, a past glance to you that lasted more than a second, until she turned and disappeared into the hall. 

And each time, you’d end up in your apartment after a long day, you’d sink into your fingers, replaying Sevika’s actions, the way Ambessa held you, or how she barely looked at you. You couldn’t go a day without fucking yourself stupid, wishing you had the gall to fuck up your responsibilities so Sevika herself could punish you, or for Ambessa to show up, and bend you over her lap while Sevika watched. 

You finished your internship without a hitch. Not even a goodbye. You wanted to apply to the company again in your second year, but you didn’t. You didn’t think about opening the company website until your third year. And by that, you hardly spoke to your supposed family or attempted to show face anywhere near them. 

The lease for the apartment expired, so you moved elsewhere and started paying for it yourself, sharing the space with Jinx. You didn’t think you were ever going to see your father again–not until the call. 

You’ve never been kept in the business loop. Not that you wanted. But since it was the first time in years, you accepted it. You knew something was wrong anyway, but it didn’t cross your mind twice. When you arrived at the restaurant, everyone was in a private room, and two familiar eyes stared back at you. 

 “Y/N.” Your father gleams. He pauses and hurries to your side, pulling you to the room. “This is my lovely daughter, she’s in college.”

Your half-sisters, cowards into each other, a smirk plastered on their faces, while your half-brother’s bored expression has finally disappeared. You feel like a mouse being let out into a maze. Each of your movements seems to be noted down, as they wait for you to act. 

“Ah. You were the one who built the robot on their company display?” Sevika says, and she’s grinning at you. You take her in.

Long hair, down to her shoulder, with glossy brown skin, a large nose, and a scar that resembles cracked skin travelling from her right cheek into her suit. There’s a small gap between her teeth, and you feel your saliva dry up at the sight of her mechanical arm. 

Oh god. 

“I…did,” you croak out, and take a seat next to your father. There’s a small look of disdain in his wife's face, but she hides it under her makeup, giving you a measured smile. 

“A fine daughter, indeed.” And those words hit your spine. They came out soft and purred out of Ambessa.

Ambessa’s rich brown skin and light brown eyes mark your movements. Her hair is braided back into three braids capped in gold, and the red dress fits her frame, showing off her strong muscles. 

Your father laughs, “I’m sure this collaboration will benefit us both.” And it finally clicks. The way your father is holding onto your arms, the way your sisters chuckle with each other, and the calculated cold smile your step-mother gives you. 

You're being sold off. 

You’re not even part of this family, and you’re being sold off. You find the idea funny enough that it crowds your lungs until you have to remind yourself to breathe. You barely touch the food, or even smell it, but you could sometimes hear the soft purr of ambessa voices. 

They never smiled, though. Not unless you looked up at them, and met their eyes. Then, as you look down, it would fall, and they’d continue talking to your family. Halfway through, you can’t bear it. The nauseous feeling of the situation made you want to curl up.

The fact that you were being given. Offered–like some slab of meat, to Sevika and Ambessa, lessened the blow. But it hurt anyway. “Excuse me, I must use the bathroom.” You murmur and take your purse. 

You pass by a myriad of waiters, carrying trays of food, each way. The loud voices of people and different smells shifting around your nose. By the time you’re out in the door, halfway to the parking lot, vile shot from your throat, down to the pavement. 

You can taste the shitty protein bar you had for lunch, and the residue of the oranges you downed before you arrived. You wobbled to the floor, palms hitting pebbles until they sank into your skin, marking you. When you finally wobble back to your car, you sit in the driver's seat for a long time. 

You never really make it back home. With each blink you take, you’re somewhere different. Outside of Myriam Hotel. In the lobby, paying for a room. On a bed. Holding a bottle of wine. By the time the bottle is done, you don’t even realise that you aren’t alone, and that two bodies stand over you as you lie on the floor. 

“Jesus, babe, is she….” A voice calls out above you. When you turn, Ambessa is above you while a golden light gleams behind her. “Doll…up.”

You lay there, watching her frame double, unmoving. After a beat, you’re pulled up into the sky, flying for a couple of seconds while something metal digs into your legs. “Bottle…other bottle.” You slur out. 

“Can’t have you drinking more, baby,” Sevika says while placing you on the bed. “Here, some water.”

While you drink, Ambessa settles on your other side, petting your head. You leap up, a rush of energy curling to your body, and you turn back to them. They stare at you before looking at each other. “You must…you find this funny, don’t you? You think I’m pathetic…I’m not.” And your knees shake as you rush off the bed, shooting for the door. 

A hand pulls to the wall, shoving you back, and when you expect to hit your head, you’re met with something soft and human-like. Sevika holds you up, “Relax, slow breaths, sl–”

“I’m not some fuc–fucking animal…why…why are you here?” A sob vibrates from your throat, fat tears rolling down your cheek, and her eyes soften, a look of pity taking over her face. It makes you angry. “Stop looking at me like that. Stop it…” Each breath you take comes out shaky, but she holds you still, even as you try to push her away. 

When you’re drunk, time flies in all ways, seeping into the air until you feel less than you are.  The sinking feeling that you’re no longer a child, and the world hasn’t stopped moving, punches your stomach. It spreads against your loins, until you’re sobbing and shaking in someone's arms, wishing they’d do something to help the misery. 

In the seconds, Sevika holds you, something inside you wishes she’d let you fall, and leave you there on the floor. Instead, she picks you up and lays you on the bed, holding you while Ambessa curls next to you. Their soft voices lull you to sleep, even through your loud hiccups and the shakes your shoulders give. 

For a good moment, you feel full. Not like you’ve just eaten, but rather like…life has worked out. Like you have accomplished everything. In the morning, an ache in your knees settles in when your eyes finally flutter awake. You expect to wake up alone, and cold, not warm and gooey.

“Breakfast. Up. Up.” Sevika chides, and you look down to see Ambessa’s arms wrapped around your body, and her head resting on your back. She grunts in your ear, holding you tighter, until you feel like you’re under a weighted blanket. “Only time she sleeps past seven.”

You aren’t sure what to do. You’ve never been in this situation, and even less with two powerful women.  Sevika is hauling to the side of the bed, extending a hand to you with a smile on her face. “Come here, dove.” She whispers to you. 

“She’s asleep…I can’t.” A rush of heat curls through your body; for a minute, you can’t believe you just said that. The level of sincerity makes it seem as though this isn’t the first time you’ve said this to them. 

She smiles wider, “and she’ll stay like that, unless you take my hand.” 

When your hand slips into hers, they’re nearly engulfed, and she yanks you out of Ambessa’s hold, pulling you into her body. Her hand snakes around your waist, and Ambessa finally opens her eyes, a scowl painted on her face. “Tsk. Already misbehaving, before the wedding.” 

The wedding. The restaurant. It comes rushing down to your shoulders, little by little. You push away from Sevika, holding yourself when you land on the floor. And it takes a second for you to find your voice, eyes never meeting theirs.

 You want to blurt out an apology, but you look around the room, gathering your things. “Sorry…thank you for last night.”

“That’s all?” Your eyes flicker to Ambessa when the words fall out of her mouth. She tilts her head, “You’re forgetting something.”

You give her a dry laugh. “Yeah…sorry, I forgot I was given to you two. Do you want my liver? My dignity?” It comes out rushed, and you wobble out of the hotel room, clutching your shoes and keys. You blink back tears, breathing heavily, thinking about the fact that you still need to show up to class. 

God, what a shit day. 

Now, the thing about rich people is that the words “No” or “I can’t” are not within their vocabulary. And despite having been surrounded by wealth, you grew up conscious of how the world worked, and how sometimes you can’t force things. Sevika and Ambessa, on the other hand, it’s their way or the highway. 

When you get out of the lecture and walk the full twelve minutes across campus to find your car, you nearly drop to the floor when you realise it’s gone. “What the fuck.” You breathe out, clutching onto your keys. “What the fuck.”

Instead of your shitty, slick black car, there’s a red Cadillac parked in your spot. You stare at the car, trying to muster the courage to kick the tires or find a rock and chuck it at the back window. Instead, your knees wobble, and you stand there like an idiot until the door of the car opens. 

At first, you expect to see an old man and his wife, but instead, Sevika and Ambessa come out. You scoff, dry and humourless. “There’s no way…did you get my car towed?”

“No. It’s back in our place.” Sevika interjects, leaning against the car. “Come to dinner with us.”

“No money. Can’t pay.”

“Who said you’re paying?” Ambessa says, and she takes three steps before taking your backpack and ushering you to the car. It smells of black ice and that brand-new car scent, and while you sit in the middle, upon Sevika’s request, you feel a little dizzy. The overwhelming sensation of being given attention crashes through your body. 

And, you’d be lying if you didn’t like the way they seemed to always be around you. You want to be a little angry, but it doesn't matter because in the end, you can’t hold your father's decision against them. It’s all business anyway.

“Are you always this quiet?” Husks, Sevika, and Ambessa nod from the passenger seat. You clutch onto your backpack and shake your head, glancing at Sevika’s eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“No. I’m just tired…” Since the restaurant, you haven’t slept well. It keeps hurling back into your face like some bad nightmare, and everything feels too much sometimes. Not even alcohol helps. They don’t comment because, in a way, you suspect that they have some understanding of what’s making you tired. 

The restaurant they chose is another high-end restaurant, where they charge you for a refill. They take the corner of the restaurant, and you sit towards the wall, while they take the seats in front of you. “I don’t want…a public wedding.”

Soft jazz is playing in the background, and the constant clinking of tupperware makes your stomach lurch. You feel nauseous and nervous—a bad combination for your mental state. Sevika and Ambessa share a look, then turn to you. “No public wedding. What else?”

“Mhm…I want to keep studying, and…I don’t want you to give them any more money. Take this as a one-time thing, and if they ask for more and you do…I will divorce both of you.”

“Okay….our turn.” And Sevika smiles at you, “You will move in with us, and we will give you a personal driver.”

“Marco.” Resplies Ambessa with a nod. “If you want to leave, let us know, and during the summer, you can work with us.”

You laugh, nervousness finally drumming away from your body. The entire conversation feels comical, like it’s a business meeting rather than a marriage. “Will I get paid? I don’t think a scandal about nepotism would do your company any good.”

Ambessa shakes her head, “It belongs to us. We control what the public will read about us, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” 

When the waitress brings over your food, you pop in the question, “So will I move in tomorrow or s–”

“Today.”

When you ride back to their house, which house is not the best term because really it’s a two-story huge building basically, they tell you they’ve moved everything into their place. As soon as you arrive, you see your car parked in the front, and when you enter the house, some of your furniture has been placed around the house, situated next to the existing ones. In a way, it looked as if you went shopping with them and decorated the house with them. 

Your random throw pillows are next to their expensive ones, and the fake plants you’ve accumulated over the years are on the wall or scattered around the place. Sevika leads you to a room on the second floor, “Your room.”

And for a moment, you want to ask if they don’t want you to sleep with them. You don’t really see them for the rest of the day. You huddle yourself in the room doing homework and making up past assignments before you realise how late it is. 

When you finally try to go to sleep, you remain awake, too startled by the sudden vastness around you, and the quiet surrounding the room. There’s no odd noises from the neighbours, or the constant rhythm of the outside people, and the cars beeping.  

You gather the courage around two in the morning–body wrapped in shorts, and a big t-shirt, that moves as you sneak into Ambessa and Sevika’s room. Their room smells like them, and a small light from the corner of the room shows Sevika’s mechanical in the nightstand.

 You sneak into the bed next to Ambessa, while they’re cuddled up together, and as you’re about to fall asleep, her soft snores stop, and her hand slides to your stomach. She gives you a firm squeeze, and when you feel her turn. “Y/N?”

You hum groggily, “should…I leave?” She doesn’t give you an answer, just grabs you, as your eyes shoot up, and puts you in the middle of her and Sevika. 

“Much better.” You fall asleep between them, suffocated by their scent and their hands all over your body. In the morning, you wake up to Sevika’s hand inside your shorts, calloused hands touching your hipbone, while Ambessa holds your stomach. 

You’re the first one awake, though you don’t have class, so you try to fall back to sleep, and about an hour later, the bed dips and moves. A soft hiss of water rings in your ears, then the ruffle of bedsheets, until you’re alone, still entangled by the residual warmth of the bed left from Ambessa and Sevika’s bodies. 

When you finally open your eyes, you nuzzle your face in the bed, inhaling the scent of skin and their mingled scents. From the bed, you can see the fog hurling from the shower, curling along the air. Ambessa comes out first, naked with slightly damp skin, and her head turns, catching your eyes. 

Your heart stutters, and she turns, giving you a full view of her body. Hardened dark brown nipples and a thick patch of curls on her mound. There are scars scattered around her body, and you sharply inhale, before turning around the bed. You don’t get to see Sevika come out of the shower, because you quickly scatter from the bed, running back to your room. 

You’ve never had a full breakfast before. Not after moving out of your father's house, so it’s your surprise when you’re greeted by a full breakfast with pancakes, bacon, fruits and orange juice. “Good morning.” Sevika greets with a smirk.

“Morning.” Before you even take a seat, Ambessa grabs your waist, strong, warm hands clutching your clothed sides, steering you to the seat next to her. You freeze in her hands, letting her palm travel to the back of your neck, touching the little twitching muscles.

Ambessa squeezes, forcing you closer to her. Her intoxicating flowery scent with a caramel undertone makes your body shudder, “Liked the view this morning?” She muses. 

Your throat bobs, “I…I wasn’t looking.” And you can see Sevika’s shoulders softly shake, her mechanical arm hissing as she plates two pancakes drowned under syrup. 

“Don’t tease our girl, bessa. Do you have class today?” Sevika places the plate in front of you, and an odd bubbling feeling surges in your stomach. That feeling of being taken care of and coddled until you can sense your worries slowly wither away.

The pancakes are soft and fluffy, and the syrup sticks to your molars, coating your mouth in sugar. You shake your head, poking your fork into another piece of the pancake. Ambessa hums. “Come work with us then. Be our secretary. Everything paid.” 

Your ears perk up at the mention of money, and you turn to her, leaning into her touch, until your chest is touching the side of her arm. For a second, her eyes dart to your knees, knocking into hers, hands slipping down to the small of your back.  “We’ll even take you shopping. Mhm? Will you come with us, princess?”

The fork softly clatters on the pristine white plate, as Ambessa ducks down, pressing a kiss on your cheek. Chaste and sweet. Like the syrup–like the soft fruits cut in clean pieces, that ooze into the plate. You’re not sure what to do, not until you feel Sevika behind you, arm curling around your stomach, and her face nuzzles into your neck, until your eyes flutter, feeling her soft lips on your skin. 

Your flesh prickle–a kiss on your cheek, chaste and sweet. Another one on your temple, while Ambessa’s hand caresses your thigh, nails softly raking your skin. “Say yes, baby, don’t you want to be good for us?”

All the words in the English language seem to disappear from your mouth. Gone, until you can only sigh in pleasure, and nod softly, head bobbing as their hands caress and press down into your flesh. You’re sure they’ll leave an indentation. And part of you wants a mark. 

A slide of skin, cut by Sevika’s metal fingers, or a wound given by the press of Ambessa’s nail. “Words,” hums Ambessa. “Words, little lamb.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, turning your face to lean into Sevika’s cheek, until your lips are pressed into her skin, smelling the scent of syrup and wood. There’s a softness in their touch, like they’re touching porcelain and not a human being–as if you’re something soft, and pleasant–dreamlike. “I’ll go. I’ll go.”

A tightness in the air makes your skin sweat. Heat rises along your loins, and a whimper rises from your lips, open-mouthed and into Sevika’s skin. When she leans away, there’s this look in her eyes, something akin to surprise and want. You follow her head as she turns to Ambessa, whose breathing has turned shallow as she stares at both of you. 

“C’mere.” And submission has never been an easy thing for you. You find it too dreadful…to give so much control to someone, they can morph you into something new. But you run into Ambessa’s arms, straddling her lap before catching her lips into a heated kiss. 

Breathing into her mouth, tongue darting across her lower lip, until you taste her tongue, and she’s licking the underside of it. You’re sure she can taste the sweetness of the syrup in your tongue and the residue of the strawberry. Ambessa groans into your mouth, pushing up into her lap, bucking your hip into her. 

Behind her, Sevika watches, tongue itching to bite and lap. Instead, she slips her hand under your shirt, feeling your warm skin, pressing herself into your back as you whimper and moan into Ambessa’s mouth. “Isn’t she sweet?” Sevika preens, sliding to hold the back of your neck and pull you away. 

“She is…” Ambessa rasps warmly, lips swollen and dark, “You’re going to wear something special for us. Pick up our coffee, sit with us, and do your work…right?”

And you nod. All while their hand makes you feel giddy and dizzy. You can still taste Ambessa in your tongue, and feel the light pressure of her hands on your thigh. You nearly feel ashamed to say that if it weren’t for the hand on your waist, you’d be grinding down her lap.

When Sevika comes back, she’s holding a pair of clothing and some heels–not like the ones you wear. They’re more stiletto and old vintage secretary. But you take the clothing, “I’ll be quick.”

You never really look at the clothing Sevika gives you. They’re laid on the bed when you come back from the shower, and when you finally pull them to see, you scoff. You laugh, really, because a part of you can’t believe they want you to wear that. And the other part of you feels your cunt leak at the thought of wearing it for them. 

Borderline humiliating. 

Sevika has practically handed you one of those outfits you see fake secretaries wearing in porn movies. Black heels, black pencil skirt, and a white blouse, that’s almost sheer, showing specks of your bra, no matter how light they are. You wear a dark bra under the sheer blouse, because you’ve always enjoyed showing off your assets.

The heels make you four inches taller, and you wobble in them, knees locking until you walk around the room, finally getting some kind of stability in them. You last a couple of minutes walking around in the room before you walk back down, hands clutching onto the stair railing before touching the marble floor. 

They’re both sitting down, speaking to each other, and they stop staring at you as you slowly walk to them. The blouse is neither tight nor too loose, but it shows the black lazy bra under it, and the skirt covers your ass about three inches above your knee.  “Twirl for us.” Preens Sevika, and you do.

Twirling, with a smile, while the two women share a brief look, “Does it look good?”

“Beautiful.”

You follow Sevika and Ambessa into the company, and they keep you inside their office, while they come in and out, handling calls all day. You don’t feel left out; in a way, there’s an intimacy in seeing the way they function. Like two peacocks gliding around each other, giving each other soft touches, sometimes sneaking glances in your direction. 

Somewhere around lunchtime, you see Sevika push a stack of papers onto the floor. The papers fly to the floor, scattering around. From the corner of the room, Ambessa looks at the papers and then to you, the end of her lips curling into a smirk. “No need to get up. ‘m sure our dear secretary can pick those up.”

You walk to the corner of her desk, heat flashing across your body as you bend down, knees flushed to the floor. You pick up the papers, eyes looking up when a pair of shoes curl into your view. Ambessa stares down at you, a cup of whiskey in her hand. “Something wrong, little lamb?”

“I don’t think…it’s appropriate for a boss to see into their employees' blouses.”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Ambessa says with a soft husk. And her words drip down, as if they shouldn’t be taken seriously–a mere joke, in the hot tension circling the room. You nod your head, giving her a faux pout, eyebrows knitted, still on your knees. “Is that so…then I’m sure we can do something to fix that.”

Before you can even say anything, Sevika’s chair squeaks, and she’s hauling you up by your armpits from behind, pulling you back into the couch on her lap. “Sev–”

“Shh, don’t worry,” She coaxes gently, unbuttoning your blouse until your bra is showing, and you’re scrabbling to hide your breasts. “Aww…isn’t she cute?”

Ambessa walks from the corner of the room, a chair in front of you and Sevika, legs open wide, watching. You inhale sharply, feeling Sevika’s lips on your neck, tongue licking a small strip, nipping at the sensitive skin. 

Everything throbs. Your fingertips, your flesh, your cunt, your scalp, the prickling sensation in your skin makes you feel fuzzy and lightheaded. “I think she’s getting impatient, Vika,” Ambessa whispers.

 Her words make Sevika turn your head, lips slotted onto yours, forcing her tongue inside until you can taste the cigar she had, and the tiny residue of mint on her molars. She sucks on your tongue until your stomach feels too hot, and you can’t help but whine and moan on her lap. 

The feel of Sevika’s fingers on your chest makes your stomach cave in. She caresses them, pulling and squeezing, until she’s pulling them down, giving Ambessa a show. “Don’t they look pretty?”

You squeak as she pulls on your hardened nipples, fingers tightening into a fist. Each pull of your pebbled nipples has heat spreading under your skin, slick soaking your panties until it feels as though you’re able to come just from that. “Please…touch me. Come on, please.”

“She is touching you.” Ambessa retorts, watching her private show with amusement. “Be specific, or Sevika stops.”

You shake your head, too embarrassed. A click of Ambessa’s tongue makes Sevika’s hand drop, though they press to your thighs, teasing your sensitive skin. “C’mon, baby. Tell me where to touch.”

You suck in a breath, eyes staring down at Sevika’s hand sliding into your pencil skirt. “My…please touch my cunt.”

“Atta girl,” Ambessa praises, and Sevika moves to pull down the skirt, leaving you in panties and an open blouse. You’re softly shaking in her hold, biting your lips when Sevika’s hands finally touch your pussy, hovering over the panties, sliding down your folds. Sevika rubs slow circles around your clit, humming in your ear as you twitch and shake in her lap, tongue darting to your ear. 

With each rub, the bottom of your panties soaks in your slick, a dark patch slowly growing, until Ambessa can see the outline of your cunt. Her own clit twitches at the sight of your lidded eyes, knitted eyebrows, and sharp breaths. And she gets up from the seat, the sound of her suit pants zipper coming down, showing off the tight harness on her hip. 

“Oh fuck,” You gasp, feeling Sevika rake her nail against your clit, sending a sharp spike of pleasure across your spine. The sight of the O ring on Ambessa’s hip as your mouth waters, and you watch her adjust the red dildo on the ring, a soft gold glow connecting the dildo and the harness. 

Sevika moans in your ear, “See that?” and she puts more pressure on her fingers, making you quiver, “She’s going to make good use of your mouth. Open.”

It’s as if your brain has stopped working–all rational thoughts fizzle away because you open your mouth immediately, letting Sevika’s finger slide in. Your tongue rolls over the digit, sucking them while Ambessa walks over to you, and you bob your head on them, spit sliding down on the fingers. 

When Sevika’s fingers pull out, Ambessa takes advantage, fingers grabbing onto your hair, pushing you into the side of her strap until you can smell the leather. “Mhmm…our pretty thing. Be good and let me use you.”

Ambessa pushes in, still holding onto your hair, until you’re nearly halfway, gagging at the intrusion. You breathe through your nose, letting the soft material and weight of the strap take over your brain until all you think about is pleasing her while Sevika’s metal fingers touch nipples and her hand rubs circles around your clit. Your panties are already soaked, showing the outline of your folds. 

“Your pet is making a mess on my lap,” Sevika grunts, and you melt into Ambessa’s faux cock, pushing yourself down until you can feel her all the way in your throat. 

Pet. 

Pet

The word makes your pussy clench around nothing, and you quickly push off from Ambessa’s cock. You whine, making a strangled whimper, trying to paw at Ambessa’s thighs. “More…mo–more.”

“Fuck…barely got inside her mouth, and she’s already slipping.” Sevika’s hands reach your panties, slipping them down until they drop to your ankle. You launch back to Ambessa’s strap as soon as you feel Sevika’s fingers rubbing up and down the fold, until she starts to slowly sink them in. 

“Slow…slow,” Ambessa murmurs through gritted teeth, and she smirks, slapping down the faux cock on your tongue, sinking back inside your warm mouth. The hexstrap makes her feel everything: the slow licks of your tongue against the shaft, and each lick makes her cunt twitch.  

The side of the strap glows a soft golden, as you sink all the way in, nose touching the leather and the sliver of grey and black hair from Ambessa’s pelvis. You stay there for a moment, head swimming in nothing and everything. The muscles in your thigh shake, and your belly feels too hot as Sevika’s fingers curl inside you, making you choke on Ambessa. 

“Fuck,” Ambessa says with a low moan, pulling away as a thick line of spit connects the tip of her cock to your mouth. You take a deep breath, mouth still open, as Sevika’s fingers fuck into you, curling into that spot, over and over again. 

With each jab, Sevika ruts into you, moaning and whining in your ear, “How does her mouth feel…tell me, baby. Tell me.” 

“Warm, so fucking warm. You’re going to let Vika feel your mouth back home, ain’t ya?” You nod, despite the blood rushing through your ears, making each sound nearly muffled. But you nod, over and again. 

“Yes…yes, use…my mouth.” You slur out, mouth reaching back to Ambessa’s strap while Sevika fucks you harder, and grinds just exactly into that spot that makes her spine tingle. The rough pad of Sevika’s jeans pushes into her clit, and her skin vibrates, nearly losing composure while you moan around Ambessa. 

Your hands fly to clutch her hips, pushing your face forward, all the way down until you can’t breathe, and your nose softly itches, inhaling the sweat and musk of her body. Ambessa holds your head down, bucking into your mouth, and the strap glows brighter as she reaches her peak. 

It’s all in unison–your cunt clenching around Sevika’s fingers, nails sinking into Ambessa’s dark brown skin, making her cum harder, and Sevika’s clit twitching as she whimpers into your neck. Her dull canines graze your jugular vein, moving up, and sinking just enough that you can feel a sliver of pain as you cum. 

And it’s almost like riding a rollercoaster, and feeling the soft vibration or the stillness in your bones as it sinks. Sevika’s teeth and Ambessa’s grip on your hair feel exactly like those few seconds in which you dangle in the air, and you can’t hear anything besides the patter of your heart. 

Or like the crescendo of an orchestra where you can hear every instrument so fucking clearly, it’s as if you’re sitting in their spot. Flute, tuba, trumpet, clarinet, everything. Sevika and Ambessa tired you out in a way you’ve never been tired before–not even by your own fingers. 

They break you down, slowly, then take care of you until you can breathe properly. Until you feel as though you matter, and the small worries in your brain are simply that–small worries. No more, no less.

Sevika wipes your thighs down, then puts back your pencil skirt, and Ambessa buttons your blouse, putting a blanket over your body. They speak gently, and their touches are featherlike, messaging your skin and tracing over your spine, hips, and neck. “You did beautifully. Our little lamb. So well behaved.”

They praise you until your eyes flutter, and you watch them leave for another meeting. The sky shifts to a pale orange when you finally wake up. There’s still a small amount of papers stacked in their office, but instead of working, they sit next to each other looking through papers until they see you move. “Rested now?”

You grunt into the soft blanket, “What time is it?”

“Some minutes pass six. Still want to go shopping?” Replied Ambessa, setting down her papers on the glass coffee table. You shake your head, yawning and spreading your limbs, feeling them loosen as you stretch. 

“Maybe some other day. ‘m hungry, and I still need to finish some homework.” The papers in their hands disappear, and you climb to Ambessa’s lap, knocking your head under her chin. “What time are we leaving?”

“Now.”

Zaun University of Engineering, while small when it comes to building sizes, has a large body of students. Large enough that in each corner you stare, a couple grazes your vision. Two young guys holding each other’s hands as they each hold their own skateboards. Two girls, a tail attached to the hip of one, while the other carries their bags in one hand. 

They swarm your vision, and you think of Sevika and Ambessa. You think of them while buying an iced coffee, while in lecture, imagining Sevika’s suited body going over the rules and ideas of the Capstone Project that makes you sick. You’re not really sure what exactly changes your brain chemistry. 

The idea comes to you somewhere around the end of your second lecture. Early in the morning, when the fog of the air is clearing up, mildew still swarms soft, green grass. You walk around the campus, grabbing a coffee and sitting down in the library, trying to kill off a few hours before your next class, when you think about it. 

You sink into the idea for a few seconds before leaving your things in a little corner and heading to a bathroom. And you stand in the stall, before lifting your shirt, showing off your lacy bra with a leopard design at the bottom. Two pictures, and you inspect them, making sure they show off your breasts before sending them. 

You: taking a break before class…i think i need new bras. This one bothers me. Momma Sev: Jesus, princess. Be careful now, Bessa’s itching to punish you…send another one and I’ll buy the entire Victoria's Secret store for you.  Mommy Bessa: Send her another picture, and you won’t be able to sit for an entire week. Sevika, get off the phone, we’re in a meeting. Y/N…don’t even think about touching yourself.  You: :( why??? I still have one more hour to kill, can’t I have a little fun? Please, mommy!!!

There’s a brief pause in which your messages seem to ring in the air with no response. You fidget in the stall, worried the name fucked everything up. The bubbling in your stomach slowly fizzes away until your phone pings. 

Momma Sev: C’mon, Bessa, give our pretty bunny permission, look how cutely she’s asking for permission. Mommy Bessa: Marco will pick you up right now. Clothes off, in the bed.

You’ve never felt anticipation like now. After you shower, you lie on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling, body drumming with energy. You can feel your heart in your veins, the slow purr of the room, hissing in your ear, until the door clicks open. 

Your lip quivers, and their thudding footsteps make you look to the side, each step laced with need and want. Each look brimming with desire, “Tsk. We need to train that mischievous nature outta her, don’t you think, Sev?” 

Each smack delivered across your ass makes you shake. A sharp exhale crosses the air, mixing in with the sharp sound of Ambessa’s fingers spread across your bottom. Your spine is scalding, tightening with each smack, and it makes your cunt twitch–pain not filled with grief or sadness but pleasure brought on by someone who truly sees you.  

“Fu–fuck, please,” You whimper, as another smack hits you. You’re leaking, slick coating your inner thighs, and Sevika watches from the chair situated in front of you and Ambessa. The hexstrap is already holstered around her hip, cigar on her mouth, blowing air in your direction. 

“Language.”

You gasp. “Twelv…twelve. I can’t…I can’t.” You’re nearly losing count of how many smacks have landed against your ass. Ambessa’s heavy hands caress the skin, watching it darken to a beautiful colour, and all she can think of is making sure the risk of your skin match. 

A bite mark on your thigh. Another on your neck. Another on your stomach. Everywhere–everyplace someone may look, and wonder who did that to you. “You can…and you will,” She commands, and Sevika spits on her strap, slowly fucking into her fist as it glows purple. 

“Maybe if you call her what you said earlier, she might be softer?” Whines Sevika, clit twitching with each stroke against the soft purple ridges of the strap. “Call her that special name.”

How humiliating. You give them a dry sob, and another hard smack rings. Your shoulders are shaking, salty tears brimming in your eyes, falling on the bed sheets. With each sniffle, the air bites into your ass, intensifying the pain. 

Thirteen.

“And here you were calling her obedient, and a well-behaved lamb.” Ambessa says, “Tsk. How disappointing.”

You feel the air move behind you. The seconds of relief as Ambessa’s hands extend into the air, before coming down. “Mommy, please.” You sniffle out the words, fisting the sheets, and a second passes where you feel nothing. 

“Fuck.”

“Say it again.”

The pain has transcended your brain. You feel too stupid to figure out who’s asking or who’s talking to you. Either way, you repeat the word. Mommy. Mommy. Ambessa caresses your stung cheek, softly squeezing the flesh, humming in content. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The softness lasts a good minute before she’s manoeuvring you to sit on her lap, legs open, showing Sevika your pussy. Your hands shoot to cover yourself up, and Ambessa is quick to grab them, holding them against your stomach as Sevika sinks to her knees, crawling to you. Her rough hand touches your inner thigh, as Ambessa licks the shell of your ear. 

A tight gasp erupts from your mouth, “Sev–”

“Wrong name.” She murmurs against your skin, licking the twitching muscle. Your hands tremble in Ambessa’s hold, and your skin curls in coldness at the feel of Sevika’s tongue darting to your cunt. She licks your folds, avoiding the swollen bud, lapping a flat strike from your hole to your clit. 

The rush of pleasure makes your spine shake, rewarding Sevika’s tongue with a loud, needy moan curled into a dry sob. Each sob you give her makes Sevika’s spine twitch, and Ambessa sinks into the feeling of watching you shake and whine. Wet, lewd noises echo into your ears, and Ambessa licks the side of your neck, sucking the skin and smelling the sweat pouring from your skin.

“Does it feel good? Tell her how good she’s fucking you.” Ambessa murmurs in your ear, nuzzling into your neck, guiding your own hands to your breast. She forces your hands to squeeze, “Fuck yourself on mommy’s face.”

The name makes your stomach heat up. Your hips buck into Sevika’s tongue, and she finally closes her lips around your clit, sucking the nerve until her chin dribbles with spit. “Oh–oh, feels good, s–so good…harder…please”

Sevika pulls away, taking the pleasure with her as you whine into the air. “Shh…Bessa wants to feel you.” And Ambessa holds your hands with one hand while the other, slithers down, fingers gliding between your folds before one finger slides inside. You gasp, her finger thicker compared to Sevika, and you feel the feigness of fullness curling in your belly.

As Sevika sits back, licking her lips, Ambessa curls her finger inside you, japping at your g-spot before sliding another finger, and groaning in sync with your meek moans and whimpers. The bedroom sounds like a symphony of noises, mixing in with the sweat beads pouring down your temple and neck. 

Each press inside you makes you shake until the feeling has your bones raddling, clenching down around Ambessa’s fingers, slick pouring down her long fingers. “Fuck…taking mommy’s fingers so fucking well.” Ambessa moans in your ear.

“Good–feels so fucking good…better than…than my own.” You squirm on her lap, the pulse in your cunt becoming unbearable until Ambessa fucks into the spot one more time, and you clench, biting your bottom lip until you can faintly taste blood. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers.”

Through the dizzing pleasure circling your brain, Sevika and Ambessa share a look. The one that mirrors their long night's conversation and fantasy. Who will fuck you first? The debate had come down to Sevika, considering she found you first. 

She argued that you, making you sob on her strap, would be the reward for getting such a pretty thing on Ambessa’s lap. And they agreed on it. After a beat, Ambessa curls her arms under your thighs, keeping your legs open, and forcing you to wrap a hand around her neck.

 She stands holding you in her arms as Sevika follows, watching your unfocused, lidded eyes land on the glowing toy attached to her hip. Ambessa’s back lands on the wall, “You’re gonna feel her in your stomach. Be as loud as you want.” 

And it sounds something akin to permission and a lust-filled promise, while Sevika presses a wet kiss on your lips, licking and sucking on your bottom lip. Her strap nudges against your pussy, and she slowly moves, sinking in little by little, using her tongue to distract you from the slight burn coursing along your veins. 

“Nngh…” You can’t find any words, too focused on the feel of skin pressed against yours, and the burn that slowly fizzes away, leaving only the sensation of fullness curling in your lower belly. “Oh–”

Sevika grunts, feeling your warmth curl around her clit, until she’s sunken all the way in and your ass hits her thigh. She swears for a second she can see your cunt clenching down on her strap, though she feels the sensation anyway. It’s intoxicating–nearly deafening, until she pulls out and pushes back in, moaning with each buck her hips give. 

Your head rolls back into Ambessa’s shoulder, and the older woman moves her head to plant soft kisses along your temple. “C’mon…” She croons, “Beg her to fuck you correctly.”

“Harder,” You gasp, “Please…hard–harder.” 

Sevika’s pace picks up, hips snapping into you, punching in with each thrust until you can actually feel her in your stomach, strap pushing inside your walls. Each drag feels nearly biblical, pushing loud, unabashed moans from your throat, making Sevika fuck you harder, until your flesh is snapping into each other. 

The lewd sound rings in the room, a fast, squelch pulsing and connecting you both. “She’s…she’s fucking tightening around me, baby,” Sevika whimpers, hands reaching under your ass. “I can…I can feel her. Fuck–so fucking pretty, so fucking good for us.”

“Of course she is,” Ambessa grunts, back pushing into the wall, “Squeezing around you like some slut, begging to be used.”

Fat tears stream down your cheek, and you clench around Sevika at the ring of that term. “‘m no–”

“Liar…but it’s okay, we can take care of your needy cunt.” Sevika grits out, and it makes your spine tighten. Your hands scrabble to grip onto something, anything, and the pleasure wiggles through your mind, leaving you breathless with the pressure of Sevika’s strap inside you. Her hips twitch, moving a simple centimeter and hitting a perfect spot.

You buck into Sevika’s strap, desperately trying to fuck yourself, toes curling as the pleasure spreads across your body, making you too delirious to even utter a coherent sentence. Sevika’s brain is filled with the sole thought of making you cum, and Ambessa is nearly on the edge, fat, clit swollen, while she hears the filthy squelch of your pussy drinking in Sevika.

For a second, she pulls out until she’s nearly out, eyes focused on how your pussy clenches around the head of the strap, sending a rush of vibration across Sevika’s clit. She tightens around nothing before slamming back, watching you shake and sob, babbling, too fucked out to say her name, Ambessas. “Make her cum, baby.”

Sevika leans her body closer, bucking her hips before burrowing inside your walls, “So–so good,” You mewl, skin prickly all over, mind nearly melted from how fucking good Sevika fucks into you. 

Your peak is rushed, pulled and crashed. A moment of simple bliss that makes your eyes cross, drool slipping down your chin as you sevika burrows herself once more, pushing her lips onto yours, hips jolting. You ride out your orgasm with nothing in your head, eyes glassy and gone while Sevika milks her strap, filling your insides with her own cum–her own beautiful creation per the robotics department. “Mommy–”

Ambessa hums in your ear, “One more baby,” She says all but cruelly, while Sevika pulls out, thigh twitching. Slick and cum coat the purple strap, and she discards it before quickly fetching Ambessa’s, coming behind her while she places you on the bed. 

Sevika clips the strap on Ambessa’s hip, placing the golden and red dildo on the red inside the O ring, then kissing her. From the bed, through hazy eyes, you watch their heated kiss, and how Sevika’s hands wander to Ambessa’s supple breasts, the sight of tongue from the corner of the mouth, nearly making you collapse. 

To say you are turned on is not enough; you are vibrating in your skin, brimming with need. When they pull back, a line of spit connects their lips, and Ambessa moans. A hand reaches your ankles, pulling you down, and prying you open, before Ambessa puts one leg just next to your thigh. 

Your mind has gone fuzzy enough that everything feels good, and the sliver of pain elicited by Ambessa’s strap working you open wanes away and turns into all-consuming pleasure. Her hand ever so slightly pushed down on your stomach, until she’s fully inside, and your inside feels as though you’re about to explode. “Amb–please, pleas…please”

“If you keep moving, I’ll tie you up,” And your cunt twitches at that. The feel of the strap eats your nerves alive, and it feels so good and yet too much; it rips a sob out of you. 

She hits the same spot, and your hips buck as if begging for more, “Mommy, too mu–much.” You gasp, hands curling into fists, and Ambessa smiles while Sevika crawls next to you, nuzzling her face in your neck. 

“Feels too much, baby? You need a break?” Sevika coos in your ear, messaging the flesh of your soft stomach, raking her nails along, until her hands reach your breasts. “Should mommy stop?”

You don’t shake or nod your head, hips still bucking down to meet Ambessa’s soft, slow thrusts as her strong hands hold the back of your thighs. There’s a brief pause in the air, and you barely realise Ambesssa has stopped thrusting inside you, until she laughs, condescending and really fucking mean, “Begging me to stop and yet, you’re the one fucking yourself on my strap. Look at her, Sev.”

Sevika leans up to see you, pushing down into Ambessa’s strap, milking yourself on the faux cock until there’s a white ring near the base of the faux cock. She groans out loud, pushing her mouth to yours, forcing her tongue to lap around your pink one, until you’re too stupid to realise you’re still fucking yourself faster on Ambessa, chasing the feeling of your muscles tightening. 

Sevika pulls away, dragging her tongue on your bottom lip, then kissing down until she reaches your breasts. You’re still rutting down on Ambessa, ignoring the click of a phone that flashes white around your vision, and you continue until she takes control and rolls her hips. 

It’s sudden the way she pulls out, then jackhammers back in, until the slap of your ass against her strong thighs rings violently in the room. And it mirrors that of the claps of thunder, fast and loud. “Almost there…”

“‘m gon–”

And Ambessa leans into your space, as Sevika moves her head from your pebbled nipples, fingers clutching your chin, moving it just to the other side. You can feel her breath on your face, the warmth of her nipples rubbing against yours, and the hard jabs of her strap against your G-spot. “If it’s not on our fingers, mouths or strap, you won’t cum at all. You understand?” 

You nod, brain too foggy to say no or any coherent words. Strong fingers rub your swollen, puffy clit, and the lewd, wet squelch of your pussy gets louder as Ambessa’s hips snap, striking the cleft of your ass. 

Your hips buckle, vision blurring with tiny black dots as blood roars across your ears. Your fingers shake, and your muscles twitch, eyes crossing until you can’t see anything but the blurred frame of Ambessa and the white wall behind her. “Please–”

When you wake up, you’re cleaned and washed, while Ambessa pets your hair, and Sevika lays her head on your stomach. Her mechanical arm is on the night table, and the soft hum of the AC feels like a lullaby against the past silence. “Did you both recognise me when I interned for your company?”

Sevika hums, “Yeah…we weren’t the ones who accepted you since we left that up to the robotics department, but…I did and then called Ambessa to see you.”

“How come you guys didn’t speak to me?”

“We weren’t sure if you remembered us…we couldn’t approach you simply based on the idea that maybe you just forgot.” Ambessa replies, and she turns her body to the side, resting her hand on Sevika’s hair. “When your father came to us, we proposed the idea of marriage simply to see you. We didn’t think he’d easily sell his daughter and go through it.”

You laugh, “He’s a greedy man.”

“That he is.”

Sex becomes a frequency. Sometimes with Sevika in the bathroom where she eats you out like it’s her last meal, and other times with Ambessa, where she has you on the couch, rubbing her fat clit over yours. She pulls your hair, calling you her pretty lamb and her dumb, needy baby who can’t get off without her fingers. 

The promise of not cumming if not on their hands, mouth and strap, is kept. At first, you thought they were joking, until you came back to the apartment after a staggering long day, and realised the toys in your room were gone. 

The bright pink vibrator was gone. The small five-inch semi-realistic dildo, gone. The clear seven-inch birating one–a gift from Jinx after your second year, gone.

You: my toys…they’re gone… Mommy Bessa: We told you. Hands, mouth or strap. Everything about you belongs to us now. Momma Sev: Feeling needy, little lamb? You: Just finished two exams :( going to pass out if I don’t cum or at least drink a bottle of vodka.  Mommy Bessa: Wait home, and we’ll fuck you to sleep. 

And they do exactly that, until an hour blends into four, and you’re crying, each orgasm punched out of you. But you sleep like you’ve been doused in diphenhydramine and soaked in lavender oil. It goes on for a good two months, though not every day. 

Then it curls into one or twice when the company begins to launch a new product. Between their endless work and coming home late, and you studying for exams and final exams, you find that you spend almost two months without getting off. Most of the time, you slept alone and took advantage of the time to study in bed or watch old shows. 

Then sometimes you’d feel the bed dip, and sleep huddled in warmth and their scent. But they were always gone in the morning. You only ever spoke to them when they’d text you, or you’d get a chance to eat dinner with them as they took a break between classes. 

You missed their presence in general. You missed being held to sleep, and how they’d suffocate you in bed when you couldn’t sleep. The launch took all their time. But a part of you always found it easy to manoeuvre around problems.

Nearly two months into their launch. You find yourself clutching onto Sevika’s arm, while Ambessa is sitting on the couch, with a lit cigar on her lips. You straddle Sevika’s lap, rubbing yourself on her, face pressed on her neck, inhaling her scent. And they’re basically ignoring you while you try to get off, and it hurts so much just how turned on it makes you.

The drag of your clit on the material of Sevika’s suit warms your skin. Your ragged breath hits her flesh, and you rut into her thigh, until your lower belly is boiling, and your nails dig into her clothed muscles. The chair rocks under your weight, a slow rhythmic squeak, bouncing along the walls, while Ambessa puts out her cigar. 

There’s a knock on the door, and Sevika grunts, “Off, princess.”

You whimper, “‘m so close, n–no. Please”, and a hard smack lands on your thigh, as she pushes you off, a damp spot evident on her suit. You’re nearly crying from just how close you were, and your dress is still crunched up. 

Ambessa gives you an apologetic look, “On the couch, baby. If you stay quiet, then we’ll give you a treat.”

Someone comes in, and they talk and talk. It expands on for thirty minutes, and by then, you’re hungry, though the itch in your cunt does not lessen. When the people leave, Ambessa turns to you with an apologetic face. “We’re sorry, baby, but we have to go. Marco will take you home.”

“I can’t believe this.” You say with a grumble. “You’ve been ignoring me for the past month.” And tears lather your waterline, before you’re rushing out of the office, ignoring how they call out your name. 

When you get home, you’re incapable of thinking about anything besides the fact that Sevika and Ambessa haven’t given you a sliver of attention besides the soft kisses and little touches. And then this.

You knew the rule. They'd made it crystal clear: no touching herself, no toys, no relief without them. But they aren’t here. They’re at the office, again, leaving you alone with this gnawing, throbbing need that makes your lower belly flutter.

You find it in the back of your shared closet, hidden between the many expensive suits and clothing. A sleek purple vibrator, curved and smooth, similar to your old bright pink one. 

Your fingers trembled as you pulled it out, the silicone cool against your palm. You grapple with the impending consequences this might have. You think about it for a good…five minutes. 

As the cold air curls in your skin, the dress comes off, and you spread your legs on the bed. You don’t bother with lube or anything, you’re wet enough, clit swollen and aching.

 You press the vibrator against yourself, and the first vibration sends a jolt through your spine. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, yet the sound leaves your throat anyway. 

The room is filled with your ragged whimpers with each jolt of your spine, hips bucking against your own hand, breath coming in short gasps. It doesn’t take long before you come with a straggled cry, thigh muscles shaking, and pussy clenching around nothing. And you think about your first time with Sevika and Ambessa, chasing a second orgasm.

When you finally collapse, you’re drenched in sweat, thighs sticky, and mind foggy. You barely had the strength to put the vibrator away, moving it away from your pulsing cunt, and you curl onto your side, still naked from the waist down.

You wake up to a touch. Not the sharp sting of the morning light, or a sharp sound of the shower being turned on—but fingers, soft and deliberate, tracing up your ankle.

 You hum, mind still thick with sleep, your body lax and warm. The touch slides higher, over your calf, knee, and the sensitive inside of your thigh. You shiver, eyes fluttering open to see Sevika. She gleams at you, kneeling on the bed beside you, a few strands of her dark, short hair falling over her cold, grey eyes. 

Her hand is on your thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles into the skin, while Ambessa stands at the foot of the bed, undressing. Her strong, broad shoulders roll as she shrugs off her blouse, her breasts spilling free, nipples dark and hard.

 She watches you with that unusual, steady, unreadable expression that always makes your stomach flip. And her eyes dart to the toy on your side, giving you a smirk. 

Oh god

"We're sorry, princess," Sevika whispers, her voice low and honeyed. She leaned down, pressing her lips to your stomach, trailing kisses up toward your ribs. "We promise tonight was the last night in the office."

You grumble, body still heavy with sleep, but you turn your face away from Sevika's touch. A weak, playful resistance. "Liar."

Sevika laughs, soft and warm, and presses herself closer, nuzzling into your neck. Her breath is hot against the sensitive skin. "I'm not lying. We're done. We're all yours now."

From the side, Ambessa walks toward the bathroom, naked body shadowed against the dim light, and she pauses at the doorway, "Let Sevika touch you, and you won't come for an entire week."

You pause, hands curled into fists, trying to push at Sevika's shoulders, "No—no, please—"

But Sevika catches your wrist, pinning them to the mattress on either side of your head, leaning in to brush her lips on your collarbone. Her tongue flicks out to taste the sweat on your skin, groaning as she sucks on the tender skin.

“It's okay," Sevika murmurs, sucking a bruise, holding you down with each movement you give her. Your hips twitch. "It's okay, baby. She won't find out."

"Momma, please," You whimper, voice cracking into a dry sob. "She won't… won't let me cum… please, no more."

"She won't find out," Sevika repeats, and her hand slides down your body, over your ribs, your hip, settling between her legs. But she doesn’t touch you where you need her to. Just featherlight strokes along your inner thigh–teasing. 

You squirm under her touch, breath hitching with every stroke, while the water of the shower rings. Sevika keeps touching you, whispering soft reassurances, until the water stops and Ambessa comes into view, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist.

She walks to the bed, body dry, and sits down. You look between her and Sevika as the older woman finally gets off you, smiling like a crazed fox looking at her prey. Without a word, Ambessa pulls you across her lap, positioning your ass up, legs dangling off the side. 

"Wait, wait–," You shriek, voice cutting off at the crack of Ambessa’s palm on your ass. "’m sorry I used the toy. I'm sorry I disobeyed. I just—I missed you both so much, and I was so lonely, and I—"

The second spank cuts you off. A sharp, stinging crack across your left cheek. You yelp, while her hands fly back, they stain the air for a second as Sevika undresses herself. "We gave you a rule," Ambessa says, her voice calm and measured. "And you broke it."

Smack. The other cheek. You cried out, tears welling in your eyes. "I know, Mommy. I know. I'm sorry. Please—I'll be good. I'll be so good—"

Smack. "You will be." Smack. Your thighs shake as her hands come down to the junction between your ass and thigh, each smack worse than the other. “Because we're going to remind you, exactly." Smack. "Who you belong to."

Ten more, alternating cheeks, each one harder than the last until you’re hiccuping into the bedsheets, ass burning, and your cunt aching. Slick spills out of your pussy, coating your inner thighs. By the time Ambessa stops, your ass is hot to the touch, and Sevika is smiling on the bed. “‘m sorry,” You hiccup.  

"I know,” Ambessa murmurs, and she shifts you onto your back, spreading your legs wide. Ambessa settles between them, tongue darting to your pussy, like she’s starving. Her tongue licks broad and flat strokes through your folds, circling your clit with deliberate pressure.

Your hips buck, fingers tangling in the soft sheets of the bed, “Ambe—please, I'm so close—"

But Ambessa pulls back, driving you to the edge of an orgasm, before dipping back down, sucking down your swollen, puffy clit. Each time, she’d begin with the agonising pleasure, lapping and flicking your clit, before slowing down, and backing off until your orgasm receded. 

 Over and over again, until the minutes blender, and you’re left a mess–tears, sweat and drooling seeping to your skin, body trembling with need. Sevika kneels beside you, stroking your hair, voice a low tease, “Tsk. Look at you. So fucking pathetic for us. Desperate for release. You think you deserve it, baby? After breaking the rules?"

You shake your head, glassy, wide eyes staring into her grey ones, "No—no, I don't deserve—"

"That's right. You don't. But you're still our good girl, aren't you? Our pretty little slut. So obedient when you want to be."

Ambessa's tongue circles your clit again, a subtle pressure of her teeth, making your hips jolt. Your cheeks are damp with fat tears, and your belly feels tight and heavy–aching. "Sev—"

“God, it was cruel being at work so late every day. We couldn’t stand being away from you. Nearly convinced Bessa to make up some excuse so you can be our little desk pet.” She groans as Ambessa slows down for the nth time. “We worked so hard, and yet, here we found you, touching yourself like the needy little whore you are"

"Nng– please–"

Ambessa leans up from your cunt, mouth glistening with spit and slick, “Don’t worry, we're going to ruin you until you remember that."

When they finally stop tormenting you, you’re boneless, muscles twitching, mind blank, with loud hiccups flowing from your mouth. Your hands twitch, reaching for Ambessa as her thick fingers work you open, and you press filthy, wet kisses on her neck, whimpering into her skin. Sevika moves to retrieve the familiar hexstrap from the drawer, and she straps it on, the base pressing against her own clit. 

The bed dips under her weight, and you whine as Ambessa’s fingers slide from your cunt. You barely catch your breath before Sevika is turning you over, pulling your hips, and pushing inside, making your back cave in. Your face is pressed flat on the bed, deep ragged breaths warning the sheets, until Sevika is buried to the hilt, hips flushed against your ass. 

“Fuck,” She drawls, “Mhm, we should try this position often, baby.” Your breath hitched, arms shaking, and you feel Sevika’s hands on your hips, mouth open, drool slipping to the sheets.

“Too bad, you can’t see her crying,” Retorts Ambessa, strapping the red and golden dildo on her hips. Ambessa sits in front of you, yanking your head from the bed, guiding it towards her own faux cock. She pets her thumb over your bottom lip, enjoying how needy you are, mind blank with drool sliding down your chin.

"Suck.”

You take it in, lips stretching around the silicone, your tongue lapping the fake shaft. And they begin to move, Sevika fucking you from behind, long, languid thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside you, while Ambessa fucks your mouth, hips rocking in rhythm with Sevika's. 

She slowly fucks in and out of your mouth, keeping you down in that low-fuzzy state. “Deeper, baby…I know you can do it, my pretty lamb. Mhm, that’s it.” And she bucks into your hot mouth, feeling each suck in her own clit. 

Her body shudders as your tongue licks a wet stripe over the skin of the strap, sending vibrations through her skin. You lap at her fake cock, head empty, cunt pulsing as Sevika’s hips smack into your ass. Little whimpers fall from your mouth, blood rushing through every part of your body, until waves of pleasure curl in your lower belly. 

It’s too much and yet not enough. Your muffled moans vibrate around the cock in your throat, cunt clenching around Sevika. The feel of Sevika’s hand striking your ass is deafening, pain curls into pleasure, and you come without warning. A shuddering release that cracks along your spine like thunder, high-pitched hiccup swallowed by Ambessa’s faux cock.

“Tsk. Always coming before us. Should use your ass instead of your pussy, to teach you a lesson.” Sevika snarls, hips still snapping into you. 

For a second, you’d think they’d stop, but they keep fucking you through it, overstimulation turning the pleasure into something sharp and raw, biting at your nerves. As you tighten around the strap, Sevika’s pace fastens until it hits perfect enough that her grip tightens around your waist, until you’re sure she’ll leave bruises.

You sob, drool running down your chin, hips twitching helplessly as Sevika cums, and Ambessa shoves your head down into her. It makes you hazier, your body feeling almost too heavy to hold onto your limbs until you’re being pushed away, with a loud cough filled with spit. For a moment, she lets you rest your cheek on her thigh, petting your hair, chest heaving heavily, as Sevika pulls out of you.

The sensation of emptiness makes you whine, and it’s intoxicating to feel her cum drip out of you. “Again, baby, for us.” Ambessa breaths, pulling you on top of her body as she lies down. Your head falls on her chest, mouth searching for her dark nipples, and as she pushes her own wet cock inside you, your mouth latches onto her. 

You hiccup into her nipple, drooling on her skin, weakly pushing your hips back for more. To feel full again. “‘ts go–good,” You mumble on her skin, “good.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Ambessa whispers, kneading at your ass, spreading you open, until she’s pushed through, burrowed inside your swollen pussy. She grunts at the pleasure while you suck on her pebbled peaks. She stops for a second, “Need to turn you over, baby. I’ll feel better, promise.”

You whine again, mind still fuzzy as they turn you on your back, legs still open, while Ambessa sinks back into you. Her breath hits the shell of your ear, and kisses your lobe, sucking on it with a soft moan. Ambessa moves your head to her face, sliding her tongue inside your mouth, and your head spins. 

Your brain crashes at the sensation of Ambessa’s cock inside your cunt and her tongue in your mouth, while Sevika moves to thumb your clit. The sudden sensation makes your legs twitch, a soft kick curling at her side, and you try to push away, but Ambessa kisses you harder. 

“I can see her tightening around you, baby,” Sevika whines, licking your clit for a second. You twist and shake until Ambessa moves away and you’re able to breathe with a tight gasp. 

“Fuc–fuck,” You breath. Ambessa’s thrust picks up, and Sevika’s thumb presses down into your clit, never moving as the older woman fuckkss into you like it’s her last job on earth. 

“God, she looks so fucking beautiful getting fucked by us,” Ambessa preens in your ear, hands moving to cup your chest, fingers poking down into the hardened peaks. “Don’t you want a little keepsake, dove?”

Each smack against your ass echoes in the room, and your body trembles, while Sevika’s phone points to your sweat-soaked body. The camera shutters white, and Ambessa holds your hands, forcing your fingers to make a peace sign, “Smile, baby. Smile.” 

You obey every command, fuzzy vision nearly whitening at the shutter of the camera as you smile at it, lidded eyes too unfocused to see anything. Your hips grind down into Ambessa’s strap, muscles tightening with each movement. Each press against your G-spot has you delirious and aching. 

“Perfect,” Sevika coos, her hand slides down to your stomach, pressing flat against your belly. And she whispers it, voice soft and crooked, "Wouldn't she look absolutely breathtaking with our little one, baby?”

You freeze, eyes widening, as the words cut through the haze of pleasure. You shake your head, mouth releasing a wet hiccup, "No—please, please—I can't," you sob, tongue catching in your mouth. "Don't. Don't say that.”

But Ambessa smiles next to your ear, low and dark, pressing a kiss to your temple. Her hand joins Sevika's on your belly, patting it softly, as she pushes in, faster and harder. "It's okay," Ambessa murmurs, her voice a low purr. "Mommy will take care of you when your belly starts growing. We'll keep you safe and full."

You whimper, trying to ignore how good the words sound in Ambessa’s lips. They flow around your fuzzy brain, while the pressure inside you builds again, coiling around your muscles. “That’s it, fuck yourself, mhm give us a show.”

Like Sevika, at some point, Ambessa has stopped fucking you, and you’ve started grinding down on her, acting like a dog in heat, chasing your own pleasure, delirious on the thought of carrying Sevika’s or Ambessa’s child. Your cunt spasms around Ambessa’s strap, back arching while Sevika massages your clit. 

Your eyes roll with one last stroke, the feel of fluid brimming inside you, makes your skin tingle. Ambessa milks her own orgasm, working through her puffy clit until the heat in her stomach subdues and she’s left with your weight on her body, and the tiny twitches you give her. 

Your face is wet. Everything is wet and sweaty while your cunt gleams with cum sliding down the side of Ambessa’s strap. You try to catch your breath as you come down, slowly and softly, still feeling dizzy and warm around the edges. 

Sevika collapses around you, and Ambessa softly moves you to the side, a tangle of limbs and sweat and breath. Sevika kisses your shoulder, and Ambessa pets you. "Good girl," they whisper almost in unison. "Our good girl.”

You never really figure out the extent of Sevika and Ambessa’s possessiveness, not until you’re strapped to a coffee table, limbs tied to the small legs. There’s a bone gag in your mouth, and the sensation of fullness has curled in your stomach for the past hour. 

The special black chastity belt fills your ass and pussy, until you can feel yourself leak into it. The lock on the front softly hits the metal heart plating in the front. You’ve been spread and teased until your cheeks are damp, and you can’t tell what time it is despite the sky gleaming a bright blue.

Each of your movements is restricted, not only by the ropes but by the ashtray on your belly–Ambessa and Sevika’s favorite ashtray. Smoke has curled around the living room, while Ambessa and Sevika talk about work, as if you’re not tied in front of them, glassy eyes looking–begging for relief. “What should we do?”

Sevika shrugs, “We can always hold a council meeting. This is an issue that takes time, but we can have it take too much time.” She sighs and moves to press the end of the cigar on the ashtray that twitches with the movement of your stomach muscles. 

You can feel the faint heat of the bottom of the tray on your belly. Like the small warmth of a blow-dryer against your scalp. The sensation is intoxicating. Not being able to move, and being used as something less than human. 

“So quiet, today.” Ambessa murmurs, tight black dress showing the curves of her body. She leans back into the couch, eyes raking across your body. “You sure you want to head to that dinner meeting today?”

“Should we, baby?” Sevika says, looking at her, then at you. Your head rocks to the side, keeping your stomach still. And they both smile at you. “Maybe we’ll stay in. Tell ‘em our pet needs to be taken care of.”

a/n: 14.1k....my longest fic yet lol!!! hope the smut was long enough lol, i tried to alternate and make sure to pay attention to both sev and bessa!!

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[sevikascigarette-9]

This. Is. So. Good. I can't even be nonchalant for this

[laterkiss]

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

[mayamayanot]

Where'd all the Sevika fics go ☹️

[maybecoffee]

[femmeidiot]

sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault

[hopelesslesb0]

i wanna knead sevika's ass like a cat making biscuits

[evidentlyeddie]

[dykeplier-deactivated20240511]

DYKE!

[n0turg1rlfr1end]

[sevikascigarette-9]

I see my future and it's bright

[falsetactic]

me after the author mischaracterizes me in a xreader fic

no hate tho

[4evrdeelish]

i’ve officially read every fanfic

what do i do now

[arcana-angel]

I DON'T SMOKE - SEVIKA X READER ✖

tags/warnings: smoking, drinking, slight emetophobia warning, ideas of hard drug (shimmer) usage. doomed yuri, toxic relationship and addiction undertones, hurt no comfort, angst, established relationship that's actively failing, no use of y/n.

summary: your relationship with sevika is barely surviving her councilor position. you cope how you can.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: i don't smoke by mitski RADIATES doomed relationship w sevika vibes. as much as i love gentle loving sevika, arcane rlly does establish her loyalty to zaun above all else, and it would be in character of the show to give her an unhappy ending. my poor girl :sob:

----- this work contains nonsexual adult themes. please heed the tags ! -----

you don't smoke, except for when you're missing sevika.

she's a councilor now. obviously you're proud, all sevika's ever wanted is zaun’s improvement, and she’s in the best possible position to enact change now. 

you miss her more often than not as a consequence. but you're not selfish, you understand. it means you have to find ways to cope though.

you tried a few things before settling on smoking. wearing sevika's clothes, sipping her favourite kind of whiskey, even playing cards with drunkards in bars to pass the time. it was never right, though. 

her clothes aren't enough, smelling more like soap than sevika. she's been obsessed with having her clothes perfectly clean and tidy lately, not wanting to draw more scrutiny than she already did.

her whiskey is too much. it burns, the fiery feeling in your throat feels all too similar to the sting of your tears when you think about how distant you've grown apart. the warmth from a buzz isn't the kind you want, and when you throw up before noon from a hangover, you know this isn't the way either.

cards are a nightmare without sevika. you realise very quickly that you're too preoccupied with what's on your mind to school your facial expressions or read anyone else's. you have rotten luck without your beloved peeking at your cards and mumbling advice in your ear.

…on one particularly bad night, you consider shimmer. the urge passes, ushered out of your brain by guilt. sevika had made you promise you would never use the drug back when you first became a couple. she wanted better for you. you feel like you should be punished for even letting the thought of using it cross your mind.

the answer is obvious, though it takes you a bit to find it. her cigars. sevika was always smoking. for her nerves, for stress relief, just something to keep her mouth busy. the scent of tobacco clung to her like a second skin, to the point that it was nearly synonymous with sevika's presence.

the taste isn't unfamiliar to you either. sevika's shotgunned with you, taking deep drags and frenching with you until the smoke leaks from your lips and you have your own slight high from the nicotine. 

you train yourself to smoke for real, on a day where sevika gets home after you're asleep and leaves before you're awake, not even leaving her signature scent behind. the empty bed makes the loneliness bite at you, and so you raid sevika's cigar stash and teach yourself how to not cough or cry when you take a drag.

now, you're like sevika. a cigar for your stress, your nerves, to keep your mouth and mind busy. you start wearing the smoke like a perfume in the same way that she does.

sevika notices, of course she does. she's always been perceptive, and even now she's just busy, not stupid. 

but she doesn't say anything, because while she would have been concerned before she became a councilor, now sevika has other things to worry about. zaun’s airways, fighting for medicine and education, how she can maybe get someone else, anyone else, on the council to hear her.

sevika hasn't stopped loving you. she just needs time for things to settle.

but time passes, and things don't settle. the pilties still don't care for zaun, the topsiders still look at her like she doesn't belong, she still hears people whisper about her like she can't hear them.

sevika is exhausted. she's so tired. yet another proposal for zaun is shot down, and as she leaves the meeting room, some low level employee mutters something about her being “trencher trash” under their breath. she yells, she bares her teeth in the way she’s learned in her forty years of zaunite life, and suddenly all eyes are on her. 

she trudges home, deep in her own thoughts. there'd be a nightmare to untangle with her reputation now, but she's so burnt out that she doesn't care. 

when sevika opens the door, she catches you on the couch, cigar in hand, not even hiding it anymore. you meet her gaze, and the bags under your eyes are nearly as bad as hers, but still, you smile.

“hi sev. you're home early.” “hi.”

sevika says tersely. your smile thins, already recognising her tone and the way her shoulders are tense. she doesn't explain, doesn't say anything more. just sits next to you, exhaling through her nose. you hand her the cigar, and she silently accepts it.

the room is quiet for a while. you're almost holding your breath, waiting for sevika to say something, anything. she doesn't, not in the whole time it takes for the cigar to be finished.

you know you shouldn't poke the bear. she's clearly not in the mood, but it's been months of this growing distance and you're tired.

“can we talk?” “i’m not stopping you.”

that's already not the response you're looking for, and sevika's posture gets defensive. already her shoulders tense, her eyes stubbornly don't make contact.

“i’ve really missed you. would it be possible for you to take a day off for us to reconnect?”

you can see the way sevika's jaw tightens, the slow closing of her eyes, the sigh like you've just asked her for a vital organ.

“i really don't need this right now. you know i’m busy. this council shit is important.” “aren’t i important too?” “you've always known that i’d pick zaun over anything. i can’t just ‘take a day off’ to fuck around when people are relying on me.”

it hurts. it's like sevika has reached into your chest and sunk her blunt nails into your already aching heart. of course you've always known sevika is dedicated to her people, but just because it’s true doesn't make it easier to hear.

having her describe time with you as ‘fucking around’ makes you realise that the rift between you has grown too large to repair. 

but instead of telling sevika that you're done, that you deserve better, that you're important enough for her time, you swallow your pride.

“you're right. i’m sorry.” “whatever. ‘m heading to bed. got an early morning tomorrow.”

‘you’ve always got an early morning’ is your bitter first thought, and you hate how petulant you sound in your own mind.

sevika gets off the couch, stalks to your shared bedroom, shuts the door with a finality. you'd normally follow like a puppy on its owners heels, desperate for just a few minutes of shared space or touch.

now, you just light another cigar. 

you burn yourself lighting it up. it feels good in a way, it hurts less than sevika's words do. you take a drag. it reminds you of her mouth, how she tastes. you can't remember the last time you kissed.

nothing is more important to sevika than zaun, not even you. you feel like an idiot, thinking you'd be the exception and not the rule. you miss her more than ever, even though she's just in the other room. 

after all, you only smoke when you're missing sevika.

wanted to do smth other than smut to show a lil versatility ... i hope yall enjoyed reading even if this piece isnt super feel good . ily all ty for reading my cherubs <3

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[femmefoxsworld-deactivated20260]

i love love love love being a lesbian

[archangeldyke-all]

Could you write something about waking Sev up with your fingertips gently tracing her scars and nose and stuff 🙁

:,)

men and minors dni

sevika's a light sleeper, and she's always waking up dramatically.

you know those tiktoks that are making fun of how moms wake up? like you nudge their shoulder and they snap up in bed, eyes bulging out of their head, gasping and certain something's wrong?

that's sevika.

it's kind of sad. you know she's constantly on edge, and you hate that even in sleep she's still on guard. so when you guys start dating, you start figuring out ways to wake her up a little more... calmly.

calling her name doesn't work. she'll wake up looking for the first sign of danger.

kissing her awake is what you try next, and it works a little too well. sevika wakes up with a salacious smirk, and the second her eyes are open she's flipping you over and pinning you to the bed to have her fill of you.

so you keep the kissing technique for the weekends or rare days off.

you try blowing on her face, which only makes her scrunch up her nose in her sleep and flop over onto her stomach to bury her face against the pillow.

scratching her back or scalp only puts her further to sleep.

and then you try tracing her face.

you aren't even trying to wake her up.

it's a lazy sunday morning, and neither of you have anywhere to be. you blink awake far too early, and flop over to go back to sleep, only to be distracted by sevika's sleeping face beside you.

a gentle smile creeps up your lips as you admire her.

she's so pretty. asleep like this, she's completely unguarded. the perpetual little furrow of her brow is gone, the frown she's always wearing has melted, her lips parted to let her snores out.

you reach out to trace over the pretty blue scars on the left side of her face, a subconscious habit of yours at this point.

you're always tracing her scars; when you're cuddling, when she's in your arms, when she's ranting and you've got her face in your hands.

a little smile forms on her lips as her subconscious reacts to your familiar touch. you grin.

you reverse the path your finger was taking, tracing the scar on her collarbone back up to her cheek, before going off path.

you push a few hairs out of her face, tuck it behind her ear. sevika takes a heavy breath.

you gently trail your finger over her eyebrows, then down her right cheek. she shifts in her sleep.

you take some extra time on her nose, tracing up and down the bridge repeatedly, giggling as it twitches beneath your touch.

and when you're done, your hand comes down to trace over her parted lips, tickling the sensitive skin there.

her lips move beneath your touch. "babe?" sevika asks, slowly blinking awake. you smile and cup her jaw in your hand.

"morning." you whisper. sevika smiles.

"hi." she says, scooting closer to you, throwing her leg over yours and her arm over your waist. "'s everything okay?" she asks. you grin.

"everything's perfect." you say. "go back to sleep, i didn't mean to wake you up." you say. "'s still early."

"i don't wanna." sevika says, despite her eyelids drooping. you smirk.

"no?"

"no. wanna look at your face." she says, pouting as her heavy eyelids shut. you giggle and lean forward to press a smooch to the tip of her nose.

"'s okay. i'll be here when you wake up." you whisper. sevika hums as she drifts back to sleep.

you try the technique out again a few hours later, when you've made breakfast and need to wake her up.

the gentle tracing of your finger wakes sevika up just as gently as before, her eyes slowly blinking awake and a small smile forming on her lips as you draw a random path around her face.

it becomes your go-to wake-up technique. each time, just before she wakes up, her lips quirk up at the side, her mind loving and recognizing your touch without even needing to be awake.

and each time, your heart melts, butterflies swirling in your stomach when her beautiful silver eyes finally blink open and focus on your face.

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@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3

[sevikascigarette-9]

This is so sweet I might explode

[lisdens]

caitlyn kiramman truly is THE character to ever exist. she's 80% legs. her ex is a ginger who tried to execute her in front of the whole city. she has a spit kink. her father-in-law is a furry. her sister-in-law killed her mom. she's british. she's a brat. she can orgasm in 12 seconds. her mother figure is a noxian warlord. her girlfriend fucked her in a prison cell. she's unhinged. she's a decorated officer. she forged the signature of her childhood friend to free an ex-con. she led her city into war for her girlfriend. she wears an eyepatch the color of her hair. she's a freak. all of this is true.