- After you cut your ties with Wilson Fisk and prove every allegation against him, you’re assigned the protection of two Avengers. While they were meant to only provide you protection, they offer you a great deal of comfort, even when you make their jobs a lot harder
Carol Danvers X Natasha Romanoff X Reader:
Detention 🤍
- When your teacher finds you breaking a school rule, she decides your usual detention routine doesn’t seem to be doing the trick. So she tried a more old fashioned punishment that leads to a little extra something and someone
Carol Davers X Wanda Maximoff X Natasha Romanoff X Reader:
Truth Or Dare 🤍
- An innocent game of truth or dare ends up in a way you could have never expected
The Good, The Bad, and The Worst 🖤💀🤍💫
- Your 3 captures are 3 very different people
Carol Danvers X Valkyrie X Reader:
Two’s Better Than One 🤍
- You lose an unwinnable game and face the consequences
Yelena Belova X Kate Bishop X Reader:
In Over Your Head 🖤🤍
- your inexperience as an assassin is made clear when your target, aided by her girlfriend, make you entirely vulnerable to them
Spare Of The Moment 🤍
- seeing you ride Kate’s abs gets Yelena’s interest
Wanda Maximoff X Agatha Harkness X Reader:
You’re Cute When You’re Distressed 🖤🤍
- kidnapper Wanda and Agatha being mean for 2.6k words straight
Hiii Muffin! This idea came to me while I was cooking shrimp alfredo lmao. G!P Cassandra and Fem reader are in a relationship, and reader has never had an orgasm before in any of her previous relationships. When reader and Cassandra finally get to doing it, reader is nervous and confesses to Cassandra that no one has ever made her climax before, and Cassandra takes that as a challenge and strives to make reader see the black god by the end of the night by giving her multiple orgasms >:)
Hey there, hon! :) My my, some good top! and relentless Cassie for the soul!😙 bit of HCs and a bit of a little snippet blow!
Let's get into it!🙌
Masterlists
You love Cassandra, and you love being with her
You trust her, in every aspect of your life
You trust, she loves you, too
But still, as you become increasingly more teasing around one another, as you make out longer and begin feeling lingering touches along your sides, you can't help but feel a certain kind of anxiety
She doesn't know you've never had an orgasm- not brought upon by someone else, anyway
Ideally, you wouldn't tell, your cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment at the thought
Are you too difficult to please?
Is something wrong when someone else touches you?
Is it you?
What if you're intimate with her and can't cum, too? What if you take too long? What if she becomes bored or fed up?
What if she takes insult to it?
You spiral easily, lost in thoughts of what might happen
At the same time you lean into every one of her touches, giggling when you teasingly nip at her throat and ear and you feel and hear her flies buzz loudly, betraying just how good the action has her feel
A little tease, yes. You haven't dared more yet, haven't allowed her to continue more just yet
Ah, but you do want it
You want to be in her arms, below her, want to feel her inside of you, despite how terrifyingly large the bulge in her dress looks
Then, one day, one thing just leads to another far too comfortably and naturally for you to want to break it off
It starts out easily enough with a comfortable morning in bed, you dressed in nothing but underwear and a shirt previously worn by her, her in nothing but boxers for the night and a light blouse to cover her up
Starting out as wandering hands and lips crashing hungrily against one another, you soon find yourself laying on your back with her above you, her beautiful eyes set on you, her hand slowly sliding up the shirt and pausing at your hip
Oh, you want it
And before you can stop yourself and second guess your choice, you blurt the source of your hesitation, embarrassment and shame out, turning your head slightly as though not looking at her would help...
"No one's ever made you cum?"
You feel your cheeks heat up at her words. Her voice is low, a dangerous purr by your cheeks. When you open your eyes again, you find her beautiful, dark golden ones glowing in the dimly lit room, set entirely on you. She leans closer, her breath ticklish as it brushes against your cheek, then your neck.
You shiver, shrinking slightly under the weight of her stare and her bold choice of words. She's never been one to sugarcoat things, certainly, nor the type to beat around the bush.
Eventually, you nod, your blush intensifying as its heat crawls down your cheeks and to your throat. "No...not others...ever, I mean-...", you answer quietly, your cheeks flaring with heat when her gaze hardens for a moment at the mention of someone being with you prior to her.
Momentarily, this has you smile.
There's silence, at first, as though she's thinking over your words. Then, she laughs, a dark, breathy sound full of disbelief and something far more primal, capable of making your thighs clench and push together beneath her. She chuckles, a low sound again. Your feel a shiver run down your spine, your head spinning and stomach curling with want.
She hums, her hand coming up to cup your hot cheek. You close your eyes briefly, feeling her thumb stroke along your heated flesh. A predator taking in its prey? Perhaps, but more so than that, this time. A lover, comforting a storm of worries.
Then, she speaks, the words low; "Mpf...pathetic, little mouse"
You gasp as she tilts your head up, her lips lightly dragging against your throat as she mutters; "That ends tonight"
As her hands travel down your body, you realize she pauses at your hips yet again- waiting. Ah, but her patience can only go so far, for the second you nod and hum in agreement she all but yanks the shirt from you, her hands then sliding down and gripping your thighs with just the right amount of force. No bruises, no, but she is certain to leave her mark on you nonetheless. She hovers above you, hunger, strength, heat and lust all in one. You giggle as she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with a single one of hers, the other teasing the inside of your thigh. Looking down, you bite your lip at the sight of the bulge growing and hardening between her legs, straining against the underwear still, albeit barely, containing it.
She leans down again, dragging her tongue hotly across your throat. She isn't fast, isn't rushing it to make you cum as fast as possible as you've tried on your own. Cassandra takes her time, her lips dragging across your throat, her teeth grazing the skin just enough for your breath to hitch and for you to shiver pleasantly below her.
"You've been so good for me, little lamb...", she praises, her voice low and raspy, her words, despite praising you, sounding rough. "....and they couldn't even give you this?", she chuckles, her tongue darting out to lick across you again, as though barely capable of holding back from biting down on you. You love it. You love her. You love what she does to you so effortlessly, how her words and few actions are enough for you to squirm, your nipples hard as little rocks, your clit aching and pussy slowly drooling against your panties.
"Mhmmmmm...but you're mine now", she practically growls, hungry, passionate, the words breathy against your hot skin. You gasp as she parts your thighs boldly and hooks her sharp, claw-like nails into your panties. Again, you find her waiting for you to nod, even as the speed in which she rips the garment from you betrays her usual impatience and hunger.
Your breath hitches as you feel her press her palm against your bare pussy, the touch easily making you buck your hips and gasp as if electrified. You feel her against your folds, feel your wetness smear against her hard palm. You flush bright pink, your breath stuttering and heart beating quickly as you feel a single finger drag between your folds. Your heart skips a beat as she chuckles, her tongue darting out to lick across your neck, up, up, until you feel her sharp teeth and hot breath by your ear.
"Already wet, little mouse...", she hums hungrily, her teeth biting gently at your earlobe. You shiver, your hands coming up to grab at her clothing almost desperately. She's so close, so intense, and you love every second of it. You shiver as she leans in a little, her blouse sliding away as she moves and leaving you cupping her large breasts instead. If she minds or finds it particularly pleasuring, she doesn't show it. Instead, she continues on like a predator stalking its prey, chuckling lowly as she drags her finger through your slit and up to your pearly clit, dragging a sharp gasp and another buck of your hips from you.
"I haven't even fucked you yet, little mouse, and you're already trying to squirm your way out of my grasp...", she chuckles. You're certain your face must be close to exploding, your cheeks so very hot and pink, your eyes wide and pussy throbbing at her words. "Don't make me restrain you, morsel", she tsks, though the glint in her eyes easily gives her desire away. You're sure, given this was not your first time with her, you'd already find yourself tied and below her, completely at the sadist's mercy.
The thought makes your pussy ache and thighs clench again.
You watch hungrily as she sits up, her hands elegant and fast at the same time as she moves on stripping herself as bare as you. You take in her large chest and smooth, semi-muscular stomach, her strong hips, the way her lower stomach dips down a little. As your eyes land on her erect cock, you almost instinctively push your legs together to help with the ache between your legs. Alas, with her sat in between them now, she only laughs, loud, confident, amused, and easily pries them back open for her. Your mouth waters and eyes widen as your eyes dip back down again. Her cock is thigh, certainly, a veined length hard and twitching already, much like how her fingers twitch by your hips, betraying her utter need to claim already.
Your heart skips a beat as you're caught staring and she grins, her fingers tracing your hips almost gently.
"Don't worry, morsel. I won't break you", she hums, and you can't help but feel as though there is an unspoken yet hanging in the air between you, dripping from her words of reassurance. No, you're sure the sadist will break you eventually, even as she is more likely to take her time today.
You bite your lip as she leans down, kissing her way from your neck to your chest, nibbling lightly as though experimenting how different parts of your body might taste. You wonder whether she can feel and hear your racing heart, whether she can smell your arousal, whether she knows how utterly needy she has you. Her smirk tells you; she does.
You moan softly with every lingering kiss, your body heating up easily below her lips. You're trembling, her kisses giving a small insight on just how obsessed she can be. She isn't even past kissing down your stomach when you feel her grip your hips to keep you still, firm, but not painful. Not with you, not like this, not at a time like this at least.
You feel her breath between your thighs before you hear her chuckle again, a low, growl-like sound full of utter possessiveness. Your head spins. Again, you try to squirm, to maybe roll your hips forwards to get her to touch you. Instead, she merely chuckles and holds you down harder, her voice hot, breathy, and laced with adoration as she hums;
"Look at this mess...is that all for me, little mouse?"
Ah, but you aren't given the time to answer, her patience apparently at its limit and hunger at last unable to be contained. Quite literally so, it seems. You groan and whimper hotly at the first touch of her tongue, slow and deliberate. She doesn't tease, doesn't lick around you before diving in- she devours.
You moan as she pushes her tongue inside hungrily, curling it immediately as though to lick all the slick arousal from you. She's lapping at you easily, twisting the wet muscle deeper into you, until she's flush between your thighs and her the bridge of her nose brushes up against your sensitive clit, sending one shockwave of arousal after the other through you.
"Mnhmmmm...! A-AH Ca-a-ah!"
Again, she only chuckles, the vibrations of it against your most private and sensitive parts enough to have you throw your head back against the pillows below it.
Your hips twitch against her as she feasts, her tongue dragging up against your insides and curling hotly against your inner walls. You feel your stomach tighten and loosen at the same time, a light, almost ticklish feeling of relief slowly building up within you.
You gasp as she moves deeper, her tongue warm inside of you, your clit hot and sensitive against her face. She's moaning hotly, the vibrations of it enough for you to begin seeing stars. You moan and whimper, your fingers tangling and grasping onto brunette strands of hair. She allows you to move just enough for you to whine and rut your hips against her face, your own entirely flushed with heat and a pink hue. You know, you must look desperate like this- moaning, whimpering, gasping for her, thighs trembling, pussy squelching around her tongue and drooling arousal onto her lips.
As you become more and more sensitive, your toes curling and hips bucking wildly, you whimper at her grip tightening again, your body held down easily by her strength, her tongue eagerly lapping up and pushing in and out of you in feral frenzy.
Then, a feeling you did not think to experience with anyone else; pleasure, so much it nearly overwhelms you. You scream as you cum, your body trembling and tears of happiness and overstimulation forming at your eyes as she keeps lapping at you, humming, growling, her pupils blown wide as she drinks in all you give her- no, all she takes from your trembling, shivering body.
You're panting as she pulls back, smirking, her face covered in wetness. She licks up your slit again, her dark golden eyes set entirely on you as though to let you know just how pleased she is with you, and herself.
Your body aches, hips twitching weakly with overstimulation, only to be pushed back down onto the bed by strong hands. She drags herself back up your body, slow and languid like a lioness after a grand feast, like a wolf after it just caught its prey. Her fingers are the first to brush against your jaw, forcing a sweet, soft gasp from you when they tighten and pull you forwards, your lips crashing against hers.
"Mhmm...you taste well, little mouse", she whispers, licking her lips as she eyes yours.
You can't respond, not really. Of course, you were hoping for this in the back of your mind. Still, after so many failed attempts...it's almost overwhelming to bask in the aftermaths of your orgasm now, her cock flush against your inner thigh making your soaked pussy ache again, your chest heaving, her lips occasionally pressing against yours again. You smile as you kiss her back, barely aware of the world around the two of you. She's everything, now. Her scent, the heat coming off your legs and hitting her, her voice, her touch.
You gasp when she moves a little closer, the tip of her cock pressing against your wet folds. She groans lowly beneath her breath, her strikingly beautiful, dark golden eyes pressing shut for a moment. You cling onto her tightly, eying the monstrosity between her legs again. Of course, you've explored in the past, tried this and that. Still, nothing compares to her, to another person, to the cock she so comfortably manages. Noticing this, she chuckles, her lips hot against your own.
"I'll go slow, morsel", she whispers. Again, you're sure there's an unsaid At first attached in the way she kisses you after, though you appreciate her patience nonetheless. She kisses you another moment or so, her cock steadily dragging through your soaked folds and against your clit. Clearly, she knows what she's doing to make it easier for you, and likely knows just how to do the opposite should she wish, too- you wouldn't have expected anything less from a sadist.
When she at last slides inside, you gasp, your nails digging into her shoulders. She's large, easily stretches you open and filling you wide. The burn of it has you whimper, your body on fire as she kisses you hotly and whispers praise and filth equally against your lips.
"Ca-A-Ahh-a-ahssan-!", you gasp, though immediately your breath hitches and words are lost to hot moans and little, needy whines as she begins to move. What starts out as slow thrusts quickly turns into deep ones, her hips grinding hotly against you to make you feel every little inch she pushes into you.
Your nails curl against her back and your heart beats wildly, your tight pussy enough for her to groan and drop her face to your throat again, seemingly barely capable of restraining herself and biting down on you.
Instead, she turns her head just enough to watch you. Every little twitch of your beautiful face, every sweet moan she tears from you.
She thrusts a little faster, her heavy balls slapping against you as she takes you, her cock stretching your tight walls and rubbing up against your G-spot perfectly, just as her tongue had.
You tremble around her as you feel her lick at your throat again, her nose brushing against you as she inhales your scent. You're sure, she feels how close you're getting embarrassingly fast already. She groans each time she thrusts harder and your pussy squeezes her cock in turn, moans every time your hips twitch helplessly against her and it allows her to go even deeper into you. What started out as a slow, deep pace quickly turns into a faster, rougher one the moment she noticed you're ready to take more.
"There it is, little mouse...", she husks out roughly, a growl to her voice that has you gasp and has your thighs tremble. You're close again already, your pussy drooling hungrily around her cock and massaging it at every opportunity. She slams into you roughly, hitting the spots inside you that have you cry out and cling to her as tight as you can.
She doesn't tease you, doesn't edge you as you sometimes thought of doing to yourself. She's hungry, insatiable, and when you do cum, she continues on, Groaning hotly, her sharp teeth right by your throat as she fucks you through your orgasm, her cock leaking precum as you clench tightly around her. You're squealing below her, your pussy full and tight, your body overstimulated in the best way.
Perhaps, you ought to have considered what being with a huntress, a predator, is like, for she now only looks at you like prey, adoring how you squirm and gasp, breathless, helpless, utterly needy and stuffed to the brim.
"Sssh, a little more, little mouse, you can take it", she groans, chuckling lowly. "You'll cum again, and again, and again. You're..mgnmmm...mine, morsel...", she moans against your neck. Your cries are quickly muffled when you lean against her, your moans muffled. Ah, but she hears every little sound you make, sees every shiver, moans at every sob of pleasure she tears from you.
You quickly lose track of time, your throat raw from moaning her name, your legs too weak to even wrap around her body. Ah, but she is insatiable, ruined by the feel of you tightly wrapped around her, obsessed with the power she has over you. You're lost in the wet sounds of her cock thrusting in and out of you, each time seemingly going just a little deeper, just enough for you to see stars all over again.
When you come a third time, she finally does too, her hips pressed flush to yours as she growls. Your breath hitches as you feel her cum drool deep inside of you, warm, wet, claiming every little inch of you. She doesn't pull out, doesn't move away. Instead, she holds you close to her, a lover, closer than she has held any of her playthings in the past.
You smile tiredly as she kisses your temple, her voice lower now and rough with affection;
"Next time, I won't stop until you shake, morsel"
A threat? Ah, but only one of the most delicious kind. You don't point out that you are shaking, your body limp on the bed, your legs aching and trembling, your hips twitching weakly every few seconds. Instead, you only giggle and wrap your arms around her weakly, smiling into her neck when she leans down to kiss yours.
Chapter one: A Careless Mistake.
Chapter two: Twelve Stops Plus Two More
Chapter three: Your first day
Chapter four: Is this innapropriate?
Chapter five: Taking off your shoes.
Chapter six: Bejeweled Thongs.
Chapter seven: That's Disgusting.
Chapter eight: Give me a bump.
Chapter Nine: You moved for a fresh start.
Chapter Ten: Pinky swear.
Chapter Eleven: Sevika's POV.
Chapter Twelve: Half Naked.
Chapter Thirteen: Iced Vanilla Latte.
Chapter Fourteen: That could've been you.
Chapter Fifteen: Sevika and her charm.
Chapter Sixteen: A drive.
Chapter Seventeen: Talk to me as the woman I made out with in a strip club.
Chapter Eighteen: Tofu again?
Synopsis: You hired Sevika to rebuild your entire house, it was completely empty. A project. Though your contractor? She's lonely, and you give her all the attention she craves... Once the project is finished will Sevika be leaving? Or will she stay?
Wc: 0.9
Warnings: g!p Sevika, unprotected sex, blue collar sevika, she's kind of a perv, praise kink, slight body worship, creampie, implied breeding kink, mentions of baby trapping?
Sevika needn't worry about anything other than perfecting this job. Making her lunch for herself in the mornings? You'd take care of it at lunchtime, especially if Sevika claimed she 'forgot it again' like she usually does just to see you fuss over her. She takes water but she prefers the coffee you pick up for her on a morning because she 'works hard' and 'deserves it'. Your words, not hers.
What was once only empty rooms connected with plasterboard was now transforming into a fully fledged, beautifully renovated home. All Sevika's doing. At first you had your concerns... a single contractor taking on a big project like this? Surely it would be too much work, though Sevika insisted she loved working alone and more personally with her customers.
The minute she met up with you to talk timeliness and payment she knew she would take the job. Offered you prices that were far too low. There was hardly any profit for her though she couldn't care less. As long as she got to be around you, that was payment enough.
"Darlin'? Can you come here a sec?!" Sevika's voice carried through to the living room easily where you sat working from home on the couch. Most of the renovations were done bar the kitchen- which she was working on and the upstairs bathroom.
"Yeah, what's up vika?" Taking in the kitchen you lean against the stripped down door frame. Sevika has built the base of the island in the center and the base of the counters but not put the countertops on them yet.
"Come stand here a sec, darlin'. Just needa check something." Without question you step closer to where she was gesturing to, right by the counter.
"Oh yeah, that's a perfect height for you, ain't it darlin'?" For a moment you stand there completely baffled. Confused as to what she's talking about, even as she easily lifts the white marble slate up onto the countertop. Not one of her muscles were hidden, not when she wore a flimsy, barely there wife pleaser which was almost see-through with sweat...
No. Stop thinking about that she's you're contractor.
"Perfect height for me? For what? Chopping vegetables?"
"No no darlin'... to bend over it."
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In reality, Sevika never thought she'd actually succeed in bending you over and taking you from behind. It was purely a fantasy... until now.
"Jesus christ doll- look at you hm? Takin' it so good darlin', so good..." with every thrust of her hips, Sevika couldn't help grunting and moaning as she buried herself home, deep into your warmth which she knew would feel so fucking good wrapped around her.
"It's so big... oh my god Sevika what the f-fuuuck..." your knuckles were white where you gripped the counter, which was shaking beneath you as you took every brutal intrusion of Sevika's cock. If she didn't have both hands on your hips you're balance would be completely destroyed with one leg hiked up on the countertop to spread you open wide.
"You're takin' it doll. Fuck yeah, you're taking it all atta girl fuck-" either Sevika hadn't had a good fuck in a while or she genuinely has never had pussy like this because she is feral. No matter what you do there's no stopping her, she's going to take you the way she wants too, for however long she wants too.
And not one part of you feels the desire to stop her.
Her hands explore the body she's been eyeing for months, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your hips, hips perfect for birthing children... hopefully hers. The cute rolls on your back which she's almost positive is her favourite thing except being buried deep in your cunt. This was pure heaven.
"Keepin' you doll. Gotta keep you all f' myself. Ain't letting no one else have this pretty pussy- not a fuckin' chance." No words were forming in your brain. Not one. Sevika was so possessive and claiming... you didn't need words to tell her how you felt about it, your unfaithful, unloyal pussy gushed even more telling her exactly how you felt.
A feral, primal noise escapes Sevika, almost hiding the wet squelch of her cock driving into you over and over. With each brutal drive of her hips the tip of her fat cock nudged that spot inside you which had your eyes rolling back, mouth hung open with pleasure.
Disciplined. That's how Sevika described herself- hell she'd waited months to have you like this, bent over and taking her cock like a good girl... though holding back from letting herself finish inside you? No self control. None.
Unable to hold back anymore she forces herself to keep going even as her fat, meaty shaft twitches inside you as she stuffs you impossibly full of her seed, willing you to fall over the edge with her.
And you do.
The warmth that fills your tummy from the inside out has you moaning and wiggling beneath her as your core tightens around her, pulsing and milking every single drop from her. Like your body knows it needs it.
Sure you weren't on birth control, and you definitely weren't thinking about it right this second... but being connected to Sevika forever wouldn't be a bad thing.
Synopsis: Sevika becomes infatuated with the pretty barista who makes her morning coffee, and you can't stop thinking about the older woman who fixes the vents at your work and has begun to appear every time you're working.
mdni | content: g!p Sevika, stalking, panty theft, boot riding, dry humping, oral sex, vaginal squirting and fingering, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, praise kink, pet names, coercion, obsessive/possessive behavior, subspace, creepy Sevika (kind of), dacryphilia, dom/sub undertones, age difference (major, twenty years), breeding kink,
Pairing: Blue-collar worker! Sevika x barista!reader
a/n: apologies I took so long :(, but I am here with this request fic, my favorite so far from Sevika, and I loved writing it !! this is 8.3K words so long sorry :( but have fun reading !!! feel free to send me more requests or fic ideas.
Sevika did not account for falling hopelessly in love with you. In fact, she didn’t account for meeting you in general. In the time she’d been called to Moonbuck Coffee, she had not officially met you. She only heard your names through the employees who would run amok trying to take care of the customers.
It’s not until an issue with the HVAC vent that has her hauling ass to the shop that she has the opportunity to see you. The summer heat is blaring in the back of her head, and she’s entering the shop, the smell of coffee bean and syrup circling her nose. Sevika looks around for a second, and then she sees you.
And you hold up your hand, waiting for her to circle the counter. You’re about a foot shorter than she is, doe eyes staring up at her. She notices everything. The way you stare at her face, and how your throat bobs as she towers you.
Her eyes flash down to your tag. ‘Y/N’. And she says your name inside her head, thinking about it, even when she’s eyeing the inside of the vent, and you’re so eagerly passing her the equipment from the bag. She can see sweat beads along your forehead, and as you pass the equipment, her calloused hands brush yours.
Heat rushes through her body, curling along her spine. What feels like bliss fizzes across her mind, and when she’s done, her eyes follow you. When the latter is back behind the shop, you’re quick to give her a cup. An iced coffee–something she never indulges in because sweets have never been her thing.
But you look at her, with a smile, so soft and innocent, pupils slightly dilated, as her hands extend to yours. “On me,” you say, and she can spot the shakiness in your voice, “consider it a thank you for saving us from the heat.”
Sevika stares at the drink before she takes it, purposely wrapping her hands just a centimeter above yours, a safe distance for her pinky to glide down and touch your skin. “Will I always get this kind of treatment when something breaks?” She murmurs, something akin to sarcasm and amusement behind her voice.
You nod. Fast and eager, and Sevika imagines that it’s just for her, “Yes.”
Somewhere along the lines of her working through nine more vents, and some complaints about her gruff demeanor, she thinks about you. She thinks about your eager little nod and the way you looked up at her while fixing the vents. You curl along her frontal lobe, the smell of coffee beans and sweat infecting her brain until all she can smell is you.
Sevika goes back to the coffee shop around closing time. A need for something. Perhaps a look at you, perhaps the smell of coffee. It doesn’t matter, but she needs something. When she arrives, you’re wiping down the espresso machine, all alone.
“A little dangerous to be by yourself at this time.” Sevika steps into the counter, eyes staring you down.
The sky had dimmed, and one could barely see anything from the windows, save for the little light post that continuously flickers. But you laugh at her, “‘m not alone… well, right now, anyways. The other workers are in the back, and it’s a slow night. How was that iced coffee?”
“Sweet. Too sweet, but…I liked it. Vanilla cold brew.”
You nod, “Are you still working?”
“Just a little longer, and then I’m finished.” Truthfully, she was done. There wasn’t any work left to do. She simply wanted to see you. You ring her up, and she watches you, while you’re working, eyes brushing along your neck, the curve of your spine, and the twitch in your finger.
When you finish, you slide the drink to her, and she racks her brain about the times she’s seen you. A month working around Moonbuck, and she never once laid eyes on you. “Did you barely start working here?”
Your smile slowly fades away. “It is that bad?”
Sevika laughs, letting her shoulder shake. “No. No. It’s good. I mean, because I’ve come to do maintenance and I’ve never seen you.”
“Oh,” your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before you shake your head, “No, I just get these odd hours, since I have another job. But I live around the area, so I’m a little focused on this one. Perhaps you’ll see me a lot more.”
Interesting. Her head tilts, “You live by?”
“Yeah, so I don’t need to drive. Just a quick twenty-minute walk. Not too bad, some days, I drag myself home, because standing up all the time, really works your muscles.”
“Still a little dangerous, don’t you think? Walking alone at night.” Sevika says it, and along her brain, she imagines protecting you. Making sure that you get home safely, perhaps walking you all the way inside.
You give her a shrug, “Sometimes, but I can’t always have someone watching over me, to make sure I get home,” and you laugh, as if the thought is too ridiculous. But Sevika thinks otherwise.
Sevika smiles along, but she never comments. When she finally sits down, halfway into the cold brew, you begin to talk. You drone on about random crap, but she never really interjects; she simply pays attention, glancing at Vi, then turning her attention to you. Sometimes she’d say, “I understand”, and then “What do you mean?” and you’d elaborate.
By the end, it almost feels as though you’ve given her every ounce of information about your life. Sevika memorises it all. Where you work, how much you hate some of your coworkers in the other job, and how tired you get sometimes.
Sevika thinks about all the ways she can make it better, how good she’d treat you if you let her. How she’d make sure you stay happy and belly full with whatever you need. The amount of flowers she’d give you, if you just gave her a chance.
When Sevika leaves, she glides into her car, lighting a cigarette from across the street. You can’t really blame her, though; she has a soft heart, despite her appearance, and the thought of someone harming you makes her sick. So she stays there, watching while you clean and finish everything, then takes your bag and closes Moonbuck.
You never really notice the older woman walking behind you. It’s difficult to actually gauge a presence behind you when you’re listening to music. But it doesn’t matter because Sevika makes sure that you’re alright, and even walks you to your house, stopping just at a small bush to make sure that you make it inside your apartment.
Sevika comes back the next morning, exactly around nine thirty, with the same order. A vanilla cold brew. Then the next day, and the day after that. You’re the one who rings her up, always. It becomes a routine, and on the days that you don’t work in the morning, she’s there at night, with an order of vanilla cold brew and maybe a burrito if she’s feeling different.
And every other night shift that you cover, she’s also there, parking her car away from the shop, giving her enough leverage to watch you through the windows. It’s her routine after work, making sure that her pretty barista makes it home.
On Monday, you head to your second job around nine pm, rushing out of the apartment, trying to put your hair in a ponytail, or just away from your face. There’s a cold water bottle in your hand, and a bag in the other, juggling them as you enter your beat up honda. Sevika isn’t working; it’s her off day.
When you finally pull away from the driveway, you park the car, a street away, black cap on her head, rushing to the apartment complex. She already guessed which one is yours, and she stops in front of the black door, looking side to side, before she squats down, picking the lock.
When the door pops open, she smells lilac along with another flowery scent, and her eyes rake over everything, until her gloved hands are pushing open your room door. Sevika noses your bed sheets, pulling the cover back to smell you, inhaling a floral and sweet scent, close to fabric softener. “Mhm, my pretty girl.” Sevika groans.
She wishes she could stop there, but her hands find their way into your drawers, fingertips trailing your ribbed bras, lacy and plain designs all along. Then your panties, and she holds onto her strength as she pulls them to her face, cock twitching, thinking of you wearing them for her.
And she’s quick to snatch a pair from your dirty hamper, stuffing them inside her jeans. Two pairs, one dirty and one clean, so she can smell your cunt on her break. The next day, she’s quick to stuff one in her jeans.
She doesn’t pull them out until it’s afternoon, and calls become slower. With five minutes on the clock before her lunch break, she stuffs herself in one of the bathroom stalls. She’s quick to hold her shirt in her mouth, muffling a hiss as she pulls her cock out. It slaps her lean stomach, tip gleaming with precum, while thick veins jut out from along the shaft.
Her hands grip onto herself as she reaches for your panties, shoving them on her face. Her tongue darts along the material as she fucks into her first, reaching to the head and spreading precum. Pleasure darts across her back, curling in her spine, and she can almost envision you in front of her.
Please, Sevika, fuck my mouth. Sevika’s cock twitches imaging you begging for a taste, pink tongue out, pupils dilated as her cock slaps your tongue. A soft groan escapes her lips, “fuckkk, that’s it.”
And in her head, fuzzy with lust and need, as your tongue darts along the head, doe-eyes watering as you try not to choke on her, trying your best to please her. And she shouldn’t think about this, because you’re so young, and she’s nearly twenty years older than you.
Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her balls tighten as you pull away from her cock, opening your mouth to show her, spit circling your mouth. ‘Please, Vika, I’ll be so good for you, need you to take care of me.’
The thought of you saying that to her, all needy and whiny, nearly splits her brain in two, and her hand tightens around the head of her cock, hips twitching as cum shoots from the red slit. “fucckk.”
Her loud gasp rings around, echoing until she’s leaning laxly on the wall of the bathroom. Her muscles twitch, orgasm spiralling through her system until she’s finally stopped seeing double. Guilt rushes through her system, and she pushes your panties inside her jeans.
She tries not to think about the fact that she came from just imagining you on your knees. Or the fact that in the good thirteen years she’s worked at Zaun, she’s never done that. It feels disgusting, yet so fucking good.
She still stops by the Moonbuck during the night. And you still smile at her, sweet and so so fucking pretty, unaware that your babydoll panties, the ones with flowers embroidered on them, are inside Sevika’s jeans, nearly stained with her cum.
“How was work today?” You ask her, wiping down the sticky counter, while the espresso machine softly hums behind you. “We had this guy come in, super pissed his mobile order was wrong, and he nearly threw the drink at us.”
She clicks her tongue, “People like that don’t deserve proper customer service. Sorry, you had such a bad day.”
“It’s okay…it wasn’t your fault, and you’re right.” You respond, “But tell me about your day.”
And Sevika recounts it. The boring details, how dirty she gets, and everything, but never how she came apart in the bathroom thinking about sinking into your sweet pussy, and the taste of you in her mouth. And you laugh along, loud and unabashed, shoulders shaking, while pieces of your hair stick out, and your uniform is a bit fucked up from moving around.
For a second, she wished she could kneel and convince you to open your legs and let her fuck her tongue into you. Suck out all the exhaustion from your bones until you’re crying, and boneless against her. That is, until you’re starting to mop the floor, signalling her that she needs to leave and go back to making sure you get home safely.
The next day, the same thing with HVAC happens again. It’s barely one in the afternoon, just hours after you served Sevika her regular Vanilla cold brew. Before she gets there, you’re in the backroom, inhaling the earthy scent of ground beans while the soft hiss of the espresso machine grinds in your ear.
You can hear the jittery murmur of the crowd outside, and before you can stack another coffee bag, the loud scheet, akin to metal-on-metal grinding, echoes through the ceiling vents. You pause for a second, beads of sweat curl in the back of your neck.
An electrical hum rings around, and you go back to packing more coffee. You don’t exactly realise something is wrong until you’re outside the backroom after a good ten minutes, firmly tapping the coffee ground onto a metal portafiler, and sweat builds in every crevice of your body.
Ekko is the one who turns to you, with a sweat on his forehead, “Is it just me, or is it hotter than usual?”
You shrug until Jinx comes out. “I think the AC is out…or something, but the air is fucking gone,” she whispers, wiping her pink cheek. “Someone fix it, before I quit.”
Heat curls along your belly. Sevika. With a flick of a switch, you lock the portafiler into the espresso machine, “Ekko, get this for me, I’ll call Sevika.”
Jinx smiles, “First name basis, huh?”
“Fuck off.” You whisper to her, heading towards the back again, and the wave of hot air makes you shudder. The mix of coffee beans has begun to make you sick, and it’s been only a year.
In the back, the phone rings, and a husky voice picks up. “Zaun’s Heating Service, what do you need?”
“Hi…it’s Moonbuck. I think our A/C is out, or something with the air is ou–”
“Y/N?”
You pause, finally recognising the husky voice, “Sev?”
“I’ll be right there, doll.”
Doll. Doll.
You smile, cheek to cheek, until you can feel the guidiness in your scalp, toes, and fingertips. When Sevika arrives, you’ve taken off your headcap, and your hair is up. You can feel the sweat building in your temples, and the smell of toasted hazelnut, along with burnt sugar curls in your nose. There aren’t that many customers, though, not compared to the morning; oddly enough, the afternoon is quiet.
She arrives wearing dark jeans, brown steel boots, and a dark blue shirt with the name ‘Zaun’s Heating Service’ in white. A small orange towel hangs from one of her front pockets, and she carries a thick black and yellow bag in her hand. A thick feeling of deja vu crosses your spine.
It almost feels like the first time you met. Perhaps it’s the heat, or the way your fingers have touched every inch of your body, thinking about the much older sevika, that comes into work, keeping you company. Like your own shining knight.
You can’t help but stare at her. The way her muscles bulge out of the dark blue shirt, and how her thick dark eyebrows are knitted together, as she quickly passes to the back of the counter. “This feels a little familiar, don’t you think?”
She smiles, and god, she takes up so much space, that when she stops in front of you, the immediate feeling to take a step back curls in you. Despite the smell of the shop taking over your nose, the scent of Sevika makes your stomach bubble. Sweat, oil, and wood. It hits you all that once, just like when you first met her. “A little.”
She follows you into the back room, and the ladder is already under the vent. Sevika drops her bag on the floor, and you’re already flushing from the heart, but your ears heat up as she leans into your space. Her leg is propped on one of the steps, “Are you messing with the vent just to see me, Doll?”
You blink at her, too focused on the fact that she could pick you up. How easily she could fuck you against the backroom wall, hidden in the corner where Caitlyn and Vi always sneak to. You bashfully look away, “You’ve figured out my plan.”
“You can always call me, doll. You know my number.” Sevika drawls out, climbing up to the vent. Your ears heat up, and you only hum, trying to keep your face from showing too much joy.
She takes a look at the vent and then down towards you. Dark grey eyes stare back, taking a second before blinking and looking back up. She pops the ceiling tile out, while you’re staring at her broad shoulders, seeing tiny specs of dust drift down into the air.
When Sevika begins to work, she’ll look down, mention some kind of equipment, then give you a dumbed-down description of it. “Pass the five-sixteenth bit out of the side pocket.” And she’s about to give you a description of it until you’re shuffling through the bag, reaching for the hex-head screw.
You pass it to her, reaching up, and she gives you a wide smile. Wide enough to show all teeth, “Atta girl. Learning fast, ain’t ya?”
Jolts of heat rush through your body, feeling her warm, rough hand against yours. You bite back a whimper, the praise rushing through your body like wildfire, and it sounds exactly like you’ve imagined her saying it to you.
You keep reaching down, touching her rough fingers, until a heavy clank screeches, and the hum of the HVAC kicks in, blasting cool, stale air. Sevika climbs down, wiping sweat from her brow, while dark stains cover her collar and armpit area. You stand there like an idiot, until she takes a step towards you, hands steady on the latter.
Your mouth is slightly parted, doe-eyes still staring up. “Need help?” You whisper.
“You don’t think I can carry it?” She laughs, grabs the ladder, and walks towards the back. You can’t tell what compelled you to act irrationally. Maybe it’s the heat getting to your head, but you follow her, taking small steps, until she’s turning, and you’re pushing her to the little corner away from the camera.
You tiptoe until you’re pressing your lips to hers, and her back is hitting the storage shelves, rattling the myriad of coffee bean bags. A small sigh escapes your lips, and you’re clutching onto her strong shoulders. You freeze, pulling back when Sevika doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look mad or disgusted.
“I…I’m so s–”
And she’s quickly turning your back to the shelf, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, as you gasp. She licks, tongue darting to your teeth, until she’s tasting the residue of caramel on your premolars, sliding to your tongue.
Her knee pushes between your legs, and your hips thrust down, whining into her mouth. You push back, trying to take a deep breath while she nuzzles her neck into yours, leaving sweat on the side, inhaling your scent. “Sev…” You breathe out. “More, please.”
She pulls back eyebrows knitted, “I can’t doll, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.”
“Why?”
Her eyes dart down to your wet lips, “You’re so young.”
A sixteen-year difference that makes your body heat up. “Who cares about that? Just a couple of years,” You retort, trying to push her closer to you, “Please, I wa–need, I need it.” And you’ve never been above begging, even crying as you blink back tears.
Sevika’s calloused hands cup your face, thump, wiping the little tear on your cheek. “Tell you what. I’ll take you on a date, and we’ll see.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Really?”
And she nods, leaning down to brush her lips against hers. Every ounce of warmth from her mouth shoots down to your cunt, until you’re sure your panties are soaked. A small voice calls out from the front, and Sevika steps back. She gives you a calculated smile before turning and grabbing her bag.
You watch Sevika leave. Eyes trained on her while Jinx makes you, fill a cup with liquid syrup, lining the inside with caramel sauce. You can’t stop thinking about the kiss when she’s gone, and the company car is no longer there. You don’t see her again, but you wait for her.
The night finally falls, and while you’re supposed to be closing with Ekko, he comes from the back, slinging his baf over his head. “So you’re just going to leave me here alone to close?” you ask, staring at Ekko.
“Sorry, but I'm supposed to be picking up Jinx from night school. I promised her, I’m… I’m really sorry, man.” He says, and there’s a guilty expression on his face that almost makes you crack up.
You roll your eyes at him, “I know. She told me this afternoon. I’m fucking with you.”
“You’re a G. Text us when you head home,” And you watch him leave into the night, while you mop the floor and clean the tables.
It’s while you’re cleaning everything that a sudden feeling of being watched hits your head. The hair on your neck stands up, and you stare outside, seeing nothing but darkness and the outline of the buildings. Paranoia seeps through you, and you practically jump when Sevika opens the door, walking inside.
Your throat clamps up, and you’re biting the inside of your cheek, fingers tightening around the mop. “Hi…you’re finished with work?” You quickly look at the machines, “Machines are off, ‘m sorry.”
She nods at your word, enjoying how nervous you get around her. “Ahh. No coffee tonight then.” She replies coolly, sitting down, spreading her legs, “How about water?”
You’re quick to drop the mop and grab a bottled water from the small fridge. The only thing you haven’t plugged off. You’re still thinking about the date and most of her words.
“Can…you walk me home today?” You bite the inside of your cheek, shuffling from foot to foot. You don’t want her to think that you can’t protect yourself, but tonight is different. “It’s just really dark…but I under–”
“Yeah,” she breathes out, pinching herself for sounding too excited. You don’t notice and beam at her, mouth hurting from how much you’re grinning at her.
“Thank you…I just have to finish cleaning, and that’s all.”
You only take a few minutes, and soon, you’re walking out of the quiet shop, while Sevika is on your side. She isn’t wearing her uniform. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, some strands falling to her face, just above her thick eyebrows. She’s in dark blue jeans, steel-toe brown boots, a white tank top stuck to her skin, and a thick jacket that makes her shoulders look even bigger.
The silence isn’t awkward, but it makes your body heat up, a certain desperation curling behind your spine with a need to hear her voice. “I don’t mind our age difference…”
Your throat bobs, and she smiles, though barely illuminated by the light around you both. “I’m nearly at the age of back pains and muscle aches.”
Her words chime in your head, and you imagine Sevika coming from work, taking off her shirt, flexing her muscles while you roll your fingers into the tension of her muscles. Slowly working them out, while she groans, each deep sound shooting straight to your cunt.
You laugh, loose and easy, focused on how close you’re walking next to her, “I say you have a couple more years to go before that happens…but if it does happen, I’m sure someone close can soothe them out.”
Sevika hums in acknowledgement, lidded eyes looking down at you, “Certainly.”
You overthink every conversation you’ve had with her, replying to her words, until you’re in front of your building. You stop, and she halts next to you. “This is me…would you like to come inside? I have to thank you for walking me home.”
“Think nothing of it, as long as you're safe.” She says with a shrug, and you catch the movement of her shoes, quickly latching your hand on her shoulder. She pauses, nearly freezing, feeling the coldness of your hand on her skin.
“Please,” You coax softly, knitting your eyebrows, “I insist.”
And Sevika holds her tongue, simply nodding. “Okay.”
You don’t have much in your apartment. It’s dodgy and small, but your own. Your keys twist, and you push the door, prying it open. Your automatic spray covers the initial scent of mildew, and your rushing inside to hide your t-shirt on the couch, and leftover bowls on the coffee table.
“Very small,” Sevika grumbles.
“Yeah, but it’s this or the streets.” You respond with a small laugh, putting down your bag on the couch. “I cooked this apple pie…really good, if you’d like some. I’ll preheat it, and take a quick shower.”
She nods, and you work around the kitchen putting the glass pan sheet inside the oven. You grab a water bottle, pop it open and hand it to her, staring at her hand until it lands on the bottle, on top of yours. Your shower is quick, lathering every inch with a flowery scented soap, until you feel clean enough.
You’ve never really tried to be sexy for someone, besides a couple of people you tried to talk to. A shitty ex and bad sex revolted you from the dating scene until Sevika. You put on a pair of black boxers that fit tight and short enough it’s snug against your ass. A sheer black lacy bra, and a complementary sheer black long rope with beige lace detailing on the sleeves and hem.
You push your nerves out, walking out to the living room, and catching Sevika in the kitchen, cutting a piece of the pie. “It’s really go–” she stops, eyes taking in your clothing, “Good. It’s really good.”
“Really? I’ve been trying new recipes as of lately, you have to try my garlic butter shrimp scampi. It’s very good,” And you tell her all that, until you’re in the kitchen, mere inches away from her, fingers itching to touch her jacket.
Sevika hums, and you reach for the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream, and inching toward her, shaking the can, as she looks at you, eyes darting from your eyes to your tits. “Whip cream?”
She visibly gulps, and you’re nearly on your knees, if not for her taking the can from your hand. “My doll is very hospitable.”
My doll. My doll. My doll.’
Mydoll.
Your pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re mean.” You whisper to her as the hiss of the can curls in your ear. She smiles, cheeks bubbling, and she shakes her head at your words.
“Am I? I should be telling you that,” And she stops, leaning her side on the counter, eyes staring you down. Her hand come to your robe, thumbing the lace, tracing it until it crosses to your skin, and you’re taking a deep breath, as her skin touches yours. “Dressed all pretty…”
You want her to take advantage of you–not that, that would be the correct word, given how willing you are. But you need her to touch you even through her guilt. Your hand wraps around her wrist, pulling them to your breast, until she’s got a hand grabbing it. And she squeezes, just soft enough, that a shudder crosses your spine.
Your ragged breath matches hers, and your eyes flutter open and closed, catching a look at a tent on her jeans. “I want this...you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”
“As if you cared if I did.” She snarls, hand disappearing to the back of your neck, as she leans down. You take a breath, feeling her tongue push into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, as she pushes you into the counter.
She licks along your teeth, moving to suck on your bottom lip, nipping at it, until you’re giving her a soft whine. Your hardened peaks rub against the soft material of your bra, and your hand curls along her jeans, touching her belt.
Your hips push into hers, the material of her belt cold against your warm skin. Each glide of her tongue against yours, as you whine, soft sighs falling until she groans, and you nearly feel her chest vibrate.
Sevika’s hand glides to your chin, cupping it as she pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. “Want to make that pretty mouth useful for me, doll?” She purrs, and you nod, letting her steer your body to the living room.
Coldness launches across your skin when you sink to your knees, and she sits on the couch, thighs spreading while her cock pushes into her jeans. Sevika leans back, hands on her sides, a faint red blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t move, but your shaky hands dart to her belt, while the crackle of metal sounds so loud in your ear.
You’re softly shaking, but you unhook her belt, working her buttons until they’re undone. There’s a wet patch on her briefs, and you’re so fucking needy, pushing your head to her tent, inhaling the strong scent of musk, earth and skin.
Your tongue touches her through the briefs, scraping the cotton material and salivating on it, while Sevika sighs into the air. You pull back, pushing her boxers down, letting her cock spring out, and her stomach twitches as you run a hand across her jean-clad thigh.
The tip of her cock gleams with wetness, pouring from the angry red slit, and a thick patch of curly hair surrounds her cock. You lick the head, delivering small kitten licks across while you have a hand on her shaft, and the other settles on her thigh.
Her salty taste curls across your taste buds, and you pull back, tongue switching to lap at her balls, sucking on one until a deep groan pours from her mouth, while specks of hair scrape against your skin. “That’s it, doll. Should’ve fucked your mouth…this afternoon.”
You lick up to the shaft, wrapping a hand around the head as you swirl your tongue on the cockhead. Spit darts from your mouth, and your eyes shoot up to her as your hand coats it all over her shaft. Sevika’s bottom lip is etched between her teeth, and her chest heaves up and down, while you slowly slip her inside your mouth, hand still working, pumping up and down.
A loud moan curls from her throat, and her hips buck into your mouth, pressing so fucking deep, until she’s occupying every inch of your mouth. You can’t take much of her, she’s too fucking big, but you work her through, cupping her ball, and hollering your cheeks.
Her hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you off her cock, spit drilling down your chin. And she’s breathing heavily, eyes lidded and blown. “Open.”
Your tongue darts out, mouth open, and she’s smirking, ends of her lips curling as she slaps her cock on your tongue. Every rational thought has swooped out of your brain, lusting, curling along the ridges of your brain. “Maybe I should take you to work, have you be my little desk pet…keep your mouth full, and head empty, would you like that, baby?”
Your head bobs up and throws, eyes gone, tongue still out as spit accumulates and slides from the end of the muscle. You fear you won’t be able to live without the taste of Sevika’s cock on your tongue, and she knows this, because she’s grinning like she’s just won the fucking lottery.
And she leans closer to you, hand still gripping a fist full of your hair, until she’s pulling just enough that it makes you moan, needy and high-pitched. Her cock twitches, “Please,” You gasp wetly, “fuc–fuck my...mouth.”
“You’ll need to earn it.” Her boots push in between your thigh, the end of it touching your cunt, just slightly. “Go on.”
Humiliation rattles through your bones, and you straddle the boot, pressing your chin on her kneecap, digging into the meat of her knee. Your hands wrap around her leg, pressing yourself down, focused on the tendrils of pleasure as you press all the way down. “Feels…good. So so go–good.”
You try to ride her boot, gasping at the light pressure against your folds, nails digging into the texture of her jeans. It’s infuriating how the pleasure curls against your spine, then fizzes away, every time Sevika moves her boot, purposely trying to see you writhe against her leg.
“Sev…” You whimper, eyes fluttering open, and you’re completely focused on the pleasure, drooling on Sevika’s jeans, to pay attention to your system. You work in motions, eyes in and out of focus, sometimes watching Sevika’s smile.
“Doesn’t it feel good, Doll?” She rasps, and you can see her cock twitch against the white tank top, while your tongue salivates, and small tremors rip against your skin. “Just a little more…I won’t touch your pretty cunt until you’ve left a print on my boot.”
And she finally presses her boot against your cunt, with the right amount of pressure pressed against your clit that has you moaning, eyebrows knitted, and cunt clenching. Your legs burn, hips bucking into her boot, while you’re slipping into a soft headspace, trying to keep your mind afloat.
Sevika makes it so difficult, petting your hair while precum coats her cock, and she’s whispering sweet praises at you. “My pretty doll, stick your tongue out, doll.”
A condescending laugh rings across your fuzzy brain, and she’s watching spit pool down, until two fingers glide inside your mouth. You clamp down, lips wrapping around her thick fingers, and she’s pushing inside, feeling the rough pad of your tongue on her fingers.
Your hips stutter, stomach twitching as warmth slowly pours along your flesh, and you’re louder and louder, hips grinding your clit down with intensity while trying to choke on her fingers. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, licking her and tasting the saltiness of her flesh.
“That’s it,” Sevika whispers, “Keep fucking yourself on my boot. Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck yourself on an old pervert like me.”
Lighting strikes across your spine, and you clamp down, hips jerking as you cum on her boot, a high-pitched mewl making your chest vibrate. Your body melts against her leg, the aftershock of your orgasm making your clit twitch. Your mind is fuzzy, slipping and sliding across the pleasure, drinking in Sevika. “So good for me…you deserve a reward for that.”
“Need,” You rasp, throat dry, and she moves her hand to the bottle on the coffee table. The liquid slides down your throat, freshening your hot flesh. “Ple–please…need yo–you in my mouth.”
Her hands wrap around your wrist, stopping you from reaching her cock. You’re all fucked out on her legs, breathing heavily, begging for her cock, and Sevika is close to cumming. Because this feels exactly like one of her many wet dreams, yet you pout at her, pupils dilated, “Please.”
And she’s so fucking weak for you, letting go of your wrist and leaning back down to the couch, as your lips attach to the head of her cock. Each action is done clumsily, too needy, yet Sevika holds in her sanity, fingers gripping the couch, as you suck on the head of her cock, lidded eyes staring at her.
It’s as if the last measure of embarrassment left your system, leaving nothing but need and want. Your hand reach for Sevika’s, pushing it to your head, and her hips buck, drowning you in her cock, until halfway in, and the head reaches just an inch away from the back of your throat.
You keen at each of her groans and deep moans, filling your ear and the air. It’s blinding, how much you need her, when you finally pull off with a deep breath, spit circles her cockhead, attaching it to your mouth. “Just a little more…” Sevika murmurs, pushing you back on her cock, all the way down, until the oxygen in your brain slowly depletes, and you feel her everywhere, eyes rolling back.
Your hips flex, pushing down, searching for some relief for the ache building in your pussy. Your body goes lax, hands lying on your side, while Sevika moans, keeping your head down on her cock as she twitches around your throat.
When she pulls you off, your eyes are unfocused, pawing at her knees, whimpering, and she gets off on it, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel better.” She croons.
Sevika pulls the robe off your body, scooping you off the floor and into her arms. You press kisses across her cheek, down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, trying to make it red. She drops you on the bed, letting you softly bounce, before she shrugs off her clothing, letting the clink of her belt hit the floor.
Your eyes rake over Sevika’s body, mouth watering at her brown, hard peaks, and how her cock twitches, curving to the left. “You’re a pervert…trying to undress me,” You whine out, meekly trying to cover your body, as Sevika crawls to you, “You’re taking advantage of me.”
“Am I?” She purrs, and there’s a short flash of guilt as you look at her with your pretty-does eyes, breath shallow, and spit slowly drying in the corner of your mouth. She’s going to defile you, like she’s done to the lacy underwear she’s taken from your drawers. Not that you need to know. “Tell me to stop.”
Sevika’s hands reach for your shorts, slowly pulling them down, waiting for you to push her off, or for the words to hit her eardrum, yet you watch, helping her pull them down, heat rising to your chest as a slick connects your pussy to the shorts. The warmth of Sevika’s skin makes you shudder, and you’re reaching for her tits as she rams her mouth on yours, and it’s all teeth and tongue–unlike the kisses you’ve had before.
Filthy, wet and noisy, pulling little whines out of you while she groans into your mouth. “Months of dre–dreaming of you…fucking me,” You whimper, against Sevika’s mouth, a little hazy, from the pleasure.
“Really?” Sevika asks, as if she’s bewildered by the idea of you dreaming of her. You nod eagerly as she lowers her lips to your jaw, kissing and breathing you in.
Her tongue licks the sweat on your flesh, nipping the skin, until you’re whining, and each breath sounds punched out. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you the real thing.”
She keeps going lower, kissing along your chest until her mouth is on one of your hardened peaks, and you gasp, feeling her suckle on it. Her tongue twirls, her other hand coming to pinch and play with your other nipple, making your clit twitch. “Sev…”
You squirm in the sheets, feet softly kicking, and Sevika takes her time, rotating between your tits, until they’re puffy and sensitive, a single touch making you moan and whimpers. Her teeth graze at the peak, softly biting them, and it makes your stomach swoop with heat. Your cunt pulses, the aching feeling becoming unbearable, yet your brain melts.
You can barely utter words, too entranced in the pleasure, until Sevika’s away, and she’s back to trailing kisses along the bottom of your tits. She reaches your naval, nose pressing into a thick patch of hair, and she moves down and down, until she’s breathing against your pussy. A little whine pours from your mouth when her fingers dip down, pulling your wet folds apart, watching slick coat your pussy.
“You’re dripping, aching for someone to touch you?” Sevika coos, “All needy for me,” and you shut your eyes, nodding dumbly, until Sevika’s tongue licks your clit. You try your hardest not to clamp your thighs, but she’s pressing her face in and in, sucking the swollen, pulsing bud.
A loud whimper bounces on the wall, making Sevika groan, and the vibrations curl against your spine, making your hip buck into her mouth.
“Fuc–fuck, sev…sev, feels–” Your mouth tumbles over the words, as Sevika licks deeper into you, flattening her tongue, and licking from your sopping hole to your needy clit. She hums to every one of your reactions, fucking you with her tongue, then fluidly moving to suck on the bud.
A filthy squelch rings in your eardrum, and Sevika’s hand on your hip disappears into your legs. Your eyes rush to see her, yet she’s focused on your pleasure, eyes closed as a finger slides so fucking easily inside you, you barely feel it until it curls, pressing that spot.
You moan, loud and whiny, blinking back tears, while she quietly slips another finger in, curling them both and fucking into the spongy spot. “Nnng, har–harder, please. Please…” you hiccup, hand flying to grip Sevika’s short hair, trying to press down. “‘m clo–close.”
Your vision blurs, fat tears rolling down freely, and Sevika savors your pussy, assaulting your clit, until warm spreads across your stomach, and your muscles are tightening. Your pussy clenches against her fingers, and she continues pressing them in, sliding and out of your walls, then curling them.
Heat pools in your lower back, muscles burning, until everything jolts and your eyes are crossing, waves of pleasure rolling through your system. Your spine lifts from the bed, foot pressing down, indenting the mattress, until it feels too much. Your cunt spasms, and your body softly twitches, until Sevika pulls away, chin wet.
“Did so good for me,” She whispers, kissing your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on your cheek. You lean up to kiss her, whining into her mouth as she pries you open with her tongue. You can faintly taste yourself on her tongue, and it’s filthy. “So pretty, like this…all fucked out and crying.”
Sevika pulls away from your mouth, a hand gripping your waist, and the other slapping her cock against the skin of your stomach. “Big…”
Sevika smirks, moving her hips until she’s grinding her cock against your wet pussy, mixing in your slick with her precum. She’s dripping, balls full, trying to keep her composure, while he presses the head against your clit, grinding on it. Your feet kick, hips twitching from slight overstimulation. “You’ll be my good doll, and fit it in, won’t you?” She groans, fingers tightening her grip on your waist.
You hum, clutching the bed sheet, nodding dumbly, trying to slip her inside you. “Please,” and Sevika finally presses the head inside you. A whimper falls from your lips, and Sevika bucks her hips, forcing herself into you.
“Breathe, doll,” She murmurs, big hands slipping to the back of your thighs, folding them, and pressing them just close enough to feel the heat of your own skin against your stomach.
She leaves you in that position, and you don’t move, not even when she has only one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other reaching down you pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles, slowly inching inside you. The feeling of fullness makes you delirious.
“Sev…mo–more,” Your words slur, brain working too slow to form a proper thought. And when she finally presses all the way inside, you whimper. Your cunt feels so fucking stretched out, and you’re sure you’re dripping.
“I know, doll,” she coaxes, “I know…don’t worry, ‘m going to break you in until you can’t fuck anyone but me.” Her hips buck, finally moving in a slow, languid pace, then picking up speed until her hips are hitting the flesh of your ass.
Your pussy sletches, wet sounds making you even more fucking aroused, because it’s almost as if your cunt is speaking to her. “Fas–faster.”
And Sevika snarls, fast thrusts, rocking you forward into the bed, making your tits bounce with every movement, while you’re taking big breaths, each moan and whimper punched out. “Your pussy is swallowing me in,” she groans, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you’re clenching around Sevika, eyes unfocused but taking in her beauty. Sweaty body, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead as her lidded eyes watch her cock disappear inside you.
Little ah, ah, ahs spill out of your mouth, nails digging into the mattress, until heat curls in your spine, you feel too stupid to worry about the spit dribbling at the corner of your mouth. You’re addicted–will be addicted, because Sevika is fucking you like she’s imagined this a million times, and mapped exactly where to buck into.
The head of cock shifts, plunging into that spot again, leaving you breathless, and so so fucking floaty. Small hiccups leave your lips, and tears stream down your cheek, smudging in the small dashes of eyeliner, leaving a faint black smudge of tears. Sevika looks up, and she moans seeing how wrecked you look for her.
“Squeezing me…so tight,” Sevika moans, “What is it, baby? Want me to fill you up?” And she gasps, feeling you tighten again around her cock. Jackpot. Your back arches, cunt pulsing, head swimming in the thought of Sevika filling up your belly, leaving some of her inside you.
“Nngg ye–yes,” You gasp, “Inside…inside.”
Your body trembles, thigh muscles shaking until you can see your skin twitch, and Sevika’s so fuckiing loud, damn near in your groaning and moaning at the pace of your own whiny, high-pitched mewls. “Come…come stay with me. Move in with me,” Sevika breathes out, “Be my wife…my…my pretty bride. C’mon, say you’ll come with, and I’ll let you cum.”
Oh, god.
Your eyes roll, nodding and nodding, trying to make small coherent yes’s and only babbling, but Sevika sees. And she grins, mouth wide, pushing in deeper and faster, until your nerves are on fire, and hypersensitive, body tightening.
Your toes spread out into the air, and your pussy gushes on Sevika’s cock, coating it in clear liquid. A choked sob rings in the air, and you feel drunk and high at the same time, as flashes of your ceiling and Sevika’s face cross your eyes. Every muscle in your body seizes, and a deep, guttural groan rings, until you feel so so fucking full.
Sevika empties herself inside you, teeth reaching down to your calf, etching into your skin until pain shoots through your spine. When she pulls away, there’s a mark, and she's still fucking into you, riding her own high and fucking yours out, until you’re twitching.
Your mind is pliant and fuzzy, body lax on the body, while every move is in slow motion, in and out of view. A long moment of silence passes, and your body is still shuddering, thigh twitching, brain slowly coming to work. Soreness picks at your skin, and you suddenly feel empty, too empty. “Need to clean you, doll.” A voice murmurs next to your ear.
After a beat, you’re cold, and your eyes finally flutter open, while Sevika is wiping you down. She’s radiating, pupils blown, with a hazy smile on her lips. Her eyes snap to yours, and she leans down to press a kiss on your stomach, then on your forehead, “My sweet doll, so perfect. So good for me. ‘m gonna take care of you.”
“You…bit me?” You gasp out, and she darts to the waterbottle on the nightstand, lifting your head, until you’re drinking in small sips. Your insides cool, and Sevika’s still staring at you, a little unfocused and wild.
She hums, “Yeah. You belong to me now. You’ll live with me…sleep with me, shower with me.” And her words are so soft, yet firm to the point they rattle your bones, making you sink into the bed. “You said yes.”
You aren’t sure of what to do. Somehow your brain can’t come up with any scenarios in which you’re apart from Sevika, and it feels so, so suffocating, and exhilarating, you’re crying again. Sevika croons at you, hand wrapping around your chin, licking your tear, “Shh…don’t cry, doll. I can’t have my wife crying…now, tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” You whimper, voice faltering, a shiver running down your spine. “Belong to you, and only you. ‘m your wife.”
You do move out of your shitty apartment, somewhere near Moonbuck. It’s sort of a hazy memory, the way Sevika inserts herself into your life, like she’s meant to be there by divine or human intervention. Like she’s etched her place beside you, and glued you to her skin.
You find your ‘lost’ panties a month into moving with her, and she doesn’t deny anything, and you don’t fight about it. But again, it’s not like you’re able to when she shoves them in your mouth and bends you over the counter, recounting every detail about how she protected you, her pretty barista, throughout those months.
a/n: 8.3k words again lol, I love when my work gets a little longer cause it makes me feel a little proud!! But I hope the smut makes up for the background info lol !! ty for reading :P
Would you be willing to write a fic of G!P Cassandra x fem! Reader x G!P Donna? Maybe the reader had been teasing the both of them all day and the second the three of them are alone Donna and Cassandra mercilessly fuck the Reader as punishment?
(I sure hope the 🐉 anon position isn’t taken because it’s mine now >:)
This has been in my inbox far too long y’all, glad I get to write it out at last- it’s been so long RIP me is sorry. Not 100% with it buuuuut ye
Let’s get into it!👀
Masterlists
You feel shivers run down your spine the second Daniela gets up to leave. You’re all too aware that she is the only reason your two owners, Donna and Cassandra, haven’t taken you yet.
Perhaps, you deserve it.
Perhaps, you shouldn’t expect anything but rough treatment when you’ve been teasing them all day. You know, you’ve been an insufferable brat today. A part of you yearns for the roughness you know you will receive from the other two women.
You gasp audibly when you feel Cassandra grip your upper thigh tightly as she shoots her sister a smile. You know, her patience is running out.
And she isn’t the only one.
You watch as Daniela is practically led to the door by a small minion of short dolls pushing up against her legs and tugging her forth to the doorway. Donna’s hand moves, and you tense up when it rests on your other upper thigh.
It looks almost cute, your two mistresses grabbing one thigh each, their fingertips digging into your skin. Cassandra’s strong, large hand on you, and Donna’s precise, veiny and well trained one.
They both smile with false gentleness as the youngest Dimitrescu sister exits the house, and the moment the door slaps shut with a heavy push from a doll, their smiles falter and turn to angry frowns.
You gasp when they each tug their hand, fingers digging into your skin as your thighs are pulled apart. You whimper , dressed in one of the dresses Donna has made for you. It’s long, and has so far done a good job at keeping your naughty little secret hidden.
Or so you thought.
Yet, when Cassandra inhales and growls quietly, your eyes widen in realization. Did you truly think you could keep it from her?
With a sharp tug your dress is pulled up, and your cheeks burn crimson as both hands on your thighs tighten their grip. You’re entirely exposed to them, the lack of underwear allowing the two dominant women to see your dripping wet core, glistening and practically calling out to them.
You feel Cassandra push up against your neck, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin found there. You shiver when you soon feel knife-sharp edges snd tips of teeth drag against you.
You only realize your eyes have closed when you open them up again, wide and surprised at the sudden feeling between your spread legs.
You can only squeak in embarrassment and shock when you suddenly two fingers are pushed roughly inside of you. Your hips automatically buck up and a harsh whimper and shriek is pulled from you when the dangerously sharp teeth at your neck dig in at last.
You whine as the skilled fingers curl within you, but before the pleasure can even sink in properly, Donna pulls her arm back already. You watch through lidded eyes as she raises her fingers, soaked in your arousal, to her face, and feel as though your world is spinning when she sucks her index finger into her mouth.
You whimper again at a particularly sharp jab of pain to your throat, a single tear sliding from your eye as you see blood trickle down your front, stemming from your neck.
Your eyes are wide and you feel lightheaded when Donna’s soaked index finger is presented to you. An offer? No. A silent command. You eye the finger hungrily, eager to feel your own wetness up against your tongue.
However, you have dug your own grave already. Might as well dig deeper.
Her gaze turns colder, harsher, when you merely press your lips together and a self satisfied grin is shot her way. Something dangerous flashes in her dark eye for a mere moment.
“You’re being naughty today, bella”, she hums, and your head spins yet again at the raspiness of her voice.
You flinch as her free hand shoots up from your thigh, a surprised whimper pulled from you when it grasps your jaw tightly.
For a moment, you think to deny her. To embrace the painful ache of her fingers pressing into your skin. Then, her grasp tightens and with a cry, your lips part and mouth falls open for your lover.
“Keep misbehaving”, Cassandra hums against your throat. She dares you to.
You shiver again, your clit aching and your nipples hardening when you feel her lick across your neck eagerly.
Donna’s middle finger is pressed to your tongue, her grip on you harsh, her gaze even more so. She’s smirking slightly at your helpless moans and whimpers, and relishes in your pathetic gagging whenever she pushes too far back.
Upon adverting your eyes, you find the very obvious tents in both women’s dresses. Cassandra’s, twitching and intimidating in width, and Donna’s, large and capable of taking your ability to walk.
“What, got nothing to say, morsel?”, Cassandra taunts, her teeth gently clasping down on your injured neck again. “You had so much to say earlier, little lamb. When you teased us like a little slut”, she hums, a low chuckle coming from her at the increase of your heart rate.
You whine when your jaw is released and Donna pulls back, your eyes curiously following the woman just when she stands up in front of you.
“She’s going to be a good girl now. Won’t you, flower?”
You feel shivers run down your spine at the older woman’s voice. Eagerly, you nod. It’s as though all words have died on your tongue.
You feel fingertips run from your thigh to your pussy, strong, and eager- Cassandra’s. Unlike Donna, she doesn’t enter you with them, however.
Instead you find yourself shrieking and jumping when her palm slaps against your cunt, unforgiving and aimed at your clit. You jerk away at the sudden pain, your thighs clasping close around the woman’s wrist.
Of course, she immediately corrects this by pushing your thighs apart again and trapping one of them with her own.
Your mouth waters as Donna’s dress is practically torn off by the woman, your own body on fire at the sight of hers. Creamy, olive skin is revealed inch by inch.
At last, you’re on eye level with her lower stomach, your lips almost perfectly lined up with her long cock. You squeak when Cassandra’s hand comes up again and your jaw is forced open yet again.
This time, for your dollmaker.
The woman only watches you, her dark eye unchanged and her emotions shrouded.
You feel her tip push up against your tongue, the soft, pink head large against your skin. With a single thrust, she buries herself completely inside.
Your eyes close automatically and your thighs jerk when you feel both, Donna’s cock in your mouth, and Cassandra’s fingers between your legs push forwards and deep in you.
You whimper and moan, your jaw held tightly in place to prevent any thought of bratting and teasing again. Your throat is tight around the cock fucking it, and it’s making both yours and Donna’s head spin.
You hear her panting, loud and breathless, as her hips thrust back and forth wildly. Your pussy clenches around Cassandra’s fingers. Soaking in the pleasure, you can’t help but allow your slightly shaky hand to slide across her thigh.
You find the bulge in her dress easily and grin as much as your spread open lips allow you to when you squeeze and draw a groan from her. Warm blood dries at your neck as wetness drips from you and coats her fingers throughout.
“You’re tight”, Cassandra hums, a maniacal laughter passing her lips when her tongue drags against your throat. You feel it bulge with Donna’s cock, and know she does too. Your hips buck up when fingers curl within you and a tongue drags over the obvious bulge in your throat and mouth.
“She’s soaked”, Cassandra taunts, her own hips grinding to push her bulge up against your hand.
You whimper when your pleasure ends all too fast already as she retracts her fingers from you. Even through teary eyes you see them glistening in the corner of your eye. Your wetness, slick against the two digits that have been rammed into you, coating them from her nail to the knuckle.
You shriek when she suddenly turns you, as if she ran out of patience. You’re left kneeling over, your eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open, tears running down your cheeks from the constant gagging. Donna feels even deeper in you.
Your dress is tugged up around your hips and your thighs are spread wide. You groan around the large cock pushing in and out of your mouth, your vision blurry. You smell Donna, the perfume and scent of flowers and fresh wood that sticks to her.
Then, you feel another cock, wider, stronger, push up against your sensitive clit. You whimper as Cassandra thrusts herself along your pussy, as though collecting all the wetness that so easily drips from you.
Once, twice, three, four times. Antagonizing you, teasing you. You feel her thick head and shaft against you, long soaked in your wetness. Drool sticks to your chin and Donna’s cock, so much it begins to slide down and drip from her balls.
“Mhmm, open up, morsel”, comes Cassandra’s command at last, spoken lowly, so you barely hear it over the slapping of Donna’s balls against your chin and her panting above you.
Eagerly so, you spread your legs wider, and grasp onto your girlfriend’s hips when Cassandra pushes herself inside.
You moan around her cock, the tears running down your cheeks causing both of your partners to moan and gasp. Your pussy aches and clenches around Cassandra, and you shiver as you feel her tremble and twitch in you.
“Fuck..she’s so…tight!”, she groans, and you feel Donna’s balls twitch slightly and her hips jerk against you at the words spoken so breathlessly and hotly.
With the cock thrusting in and out of you fast and Cassandra’s fingers and nails digging into your hips, you barely notice your lover approaching her orgasm until you feel warm, white seed shot in your mouth and down your throat.
Your eyes widen and the younger brunette gasps at the feeling of you tightening around her cock. She groans, her hips aching and burning as she moves.
You gulp down the cum shot down your throat, your eyes closed and lips shut tightly around the wet cock.
When it slips from you, you gasp for breath. You still taste it on your tongue, and feel as if it still sticks to the back of your throat.
You shriek when Donna pushes you backwards, Cassandra’s low and surprised gasp husky in your ear.
You shiver as you feel her sink deeper inside of you, your ass pushed up against her after being pushed in her lap.
Donna cups your jaw, as though loving as her fingers slide over Cassandra’s.
“Mhmm….exquisite…”
You shiver, your mouth at last clasping shut when your jaw is let go of.
You gasp when the fingers at your hips dig in harsher, Cassandra’s lips attached to your neck once again as she forces your body up and down on her. She groans, her body practically thrumming with want, her cock twitching and dripping precum inside.
You feel Donna tugging down your dress at the top and blush lightly at the feel of the fabric being pulled down and your breast being exposed to the warm air of the room.
For a moment, you believe you are granted a break. Then, Cassandra’s hips snap up again, and you’re rocked in her lap with every thrust deep inside of you.
“A-Ah, Cass!”, you shriek at a particularly hard thrust upwards.
Your breasts bounce freely, your nipples captured by skilled fingers. Donna breathes lowly, her cock nearly erect once again at the arousing sight of Cassandra’s cock inside of you. Equally, she watches your wetness drip down to her base and to her balls.
As the rough use of your body continues, you feel yourself nearing your orgasm faster and faster. You’re shaking and shivering, your hands digging into the soft skin at Donna’s hips.
You hiss when cold, precise fingers grope your dangling breasts, squeezing and tugging, pushing them up against one another.
You feel her cock slide up between them, the muscle slick with drool and cum. When you look up, you’re met with a dark, nearly entirely black eye staring down at you hungrily.
Your thighs shake and your eyes struggle to stay open, each thrust into you and between your breasts making you feel more and more riled up.
You understand, this is how riled up they must have been from your constant teasing throughout the day.
Your eyes squeeze shut when Cassandra’s lips push up against your ear, her voice almost soft and hushed in your ear.
“Do you want to cum, morsel?”, she teases, a sly smirk displayed on her lips.
You nod fast, your mouth dry and your pussy sore as it grips her and coats her in more and more cream and wetness.
Judging by the laughter coming from both women, you can tell this won’t do at all.
You attempt to catch your breath, your moans turning to little whimpers as you struggle out: “Ple-ease le-t me cu-cum, Mis-tress”, you beg, your head thrown back against her shoulder.
More breathless laughter and coos come from them.
You feel Cassandra’s nails in you, her hips bucking up at an almost punishing pace. Your orgasm is near, and you know, theirs is too.
Breathless moans and little “Ah!”’s slip from you, your hands moving to cling to Donna’s thighs instead.
You feel the soft, olive skin beneath your fingertips and almost become more aware of the harder, pale skin underneath you.
When your nipples are tugged and teased, you feel yourself nearly topple over the edge.
“Please! Ple-eaAAh! Please!”, you beg, your dry throat burning with the strain to bring out your words.
You’re met with moans and hums, kisses and groping hands. When they both kiss their way to your lips, you feel a breathy permission whispered against them.
You don’t need to be told twice at all, your body spasming and your pussy tightening around Cassandra. You feel her deep within you and as you scream your release, you feel Donna’s thick cum slap against your chest.
You smile as you pant, your chest heaving and thighs shaking when Cassandra pulls out enough to cover your ass cheeks as she too reaches her high.
WARNINGS: age-difference, sfw, and nsfw (GP ada!!!)
🌹: She may deny it, but she loves being older than you–yes, she thrives in power play and will use her wisdom and experience, often calling you sweetheart, baby and little love just to see you blush and pout. She loves teasing you that way.
🌹: Your safety is her top priority, knowing her job and its demands–she can't afford losing you to her enemies. You are her home, her sanctuary and the light of her life–though she won't admit that. She is dead serious when it comes to your well-being. your phone? It has a tracer so she can monitor your whereabouts, jewelry? Yep! That too. And anyone who thinks they can get away with you won't live long enough to regret it.
🌹: Ada being Ada disappears sometimes, but rest assured–she always returns to you with that signature smirk and lavish clothes. Oh, you had your eye on that necklace? BOOM! Ada bought it for you; a rare book you mentioned once? BAM! It's atop your desk. When you like something or take an interest in something, Ada remembers it like a strategy and will pass it off as:
"I happen to pass by it," Or "A souvenir from work, darling."
🌹: As Ada's younger girlfriend–she has a soft spot for you. Only you. She stands on business with others, but when she's with you? Her walls drop–just a little. She'll let you cling to her, cuddle her–despite being touch-repulsed, Ada is touch-starved. Only for you, though. When you're cuddling with her, expect that you are pressed firmly against her, basking in your warmth and touch.
🌹: As a mercenary, it makes her feel at ease if she teaches you how to defend yourself. "Sweetheart, just in case..." She may not admit it, or say it outright–but knowing that she's out for a while doing her missions and leaving you defenseless makes her feel disturbingly uneasy.
🌹: Ada has a way of making even the most casual moments feel charged. She'll whisper something suggestive in your ear and walk away, leaving you red and flustered for the rest of the day. When you finally have the courage to return the favor, she merely smirks, amused by your efforts.
🌹: She dresses you up for dates, often handing you elegant outfits and taking you to an exclusive restaurant. Ada loves spoiling you, and she enjoys it when people ogle at the two of you–but she ensures that they know you are hers.
"Wear this for me, darling. Red is a good look on you, you know."
🌹: Due to her job, she goes away for quite a while and it kills you knowing she's out there risking her life for a contract. But she always comes back to you, whether she's injured–she will crawl her way back to you. Anything to have you in her arms and vice versa.
🌹: Time hasn't been kind to Ada's body. She may not show it, but she feels a little bit insecure when she sees her old scars from her missions and would wear cardigans, sweaters, and jackets just to cover them. She is old and her deteriorated body shows it, but when you kiss her scars and reassure her that you love her nonetheless–it only makes her love you and cherish you more–though she won't say, rather, she'd show it to you by clinging onto you.
🌹: May act unbothered–but is actually jealous. It feels good to know that you're attracted to her and pursued her despite being older–but that doesn't mean she is seething with jealousy whenever someone your age or basically anyone flirts with you. Ada is secure and trusts you to know and acknowledge that you are hers. But the way that she will wrap her arm around your waist or put her hand on the small of your back or lean in just a little to close? Yep–she's staking her claim. And trust me when I say that when you two are home? She'll have you screaming her name all night.
"You." Thrust! "Are." Thrust! "Mine!" Thrust!
Your eyes roll back before closing while your lips are agape as she continues to ruthlessly pound into you. The veins around her cock throb and drag deliciously against your walls, molding it to her size so you know you're hers inside and out.
🌹: This woman LOVES to make you squirm, oh, she knows what she's doing–whispering nasty things in your ear that has your legs quivering and your pussy wet with want. Her lips would brush against your ear and leave you hanging for more.
🌹: Ada is always in control and loves making you beg–whether it's another kiss or another round? Use your words. And even when her wrists are bound while you ride her–trust me when I say she'll escape the cuffs and flip you beneath her before fucking you. HARD. She'll jackhammer her cock into your tight, warm cavern. The bed creaking under the force of her thrusts. She'd pin your wrists on the side of your head while she playfully taunts you:
"Nice try, darling." Ada coos as she pistons her rigid, throbbing cock inside you. "Let's not forget who gave you the authority to be on top."
🌹: In public–you are not safe from her teasing. Dinners and dates become a dangerous game when Ada decides to see how long you can stay composed when she has her hand on your thigh, tip-toeing closer to your clothed core. Oh, you're awkward and stiff? That's Ada fingering you underneath the table. You bowing your head while Ada drinks her red wine while she's holding her phone? That's her putting the vibrator on max inside you. She is wicked and enjoys watching you try and fail to act normal. No worries, she'll let you let loose when you go get home.
🌹: She’ll casually strut around in nothing but a silk robe, acting completely unfazed while you struggle to keep your eyes anywhere but on her. And if you call her out? She’ll just smile and say:
"Something wrong, sweetheart? You look a little… distracted."
After all, it's for convenience–especially when the vision of you bent over the table while she fucks you from behind...is starting to look a little too good.
🌹: Whether it’s her lips ghosting over yours, her breath warm against your neck, or her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns on your skin—she takes her time. Ada enjoys watching you unravel under her touch, and she’ll make sure you remember every second of it.
🌹: She’s not really a morning person, but she is the type to wake you up with a slow, lazy kiss—starting at your collarbone and making her way up. And if you try to get up too soon? A firm hand on your waist keeps you exactly where she wants you. She has morning wood? How convenient, you're always in the mood for morning sex, right?
🌹: You trying to take control? Adorable. But the moment you start getting impatient and desperate for her touch? That’s when she really enjoys herself. She’ll give you exactly what you want—but only when she’s ready. She loves it when you get needy. And the way that you grind against her to get off especially when her cock is inside you? Oh, she can just cum at the sight of you shamelessly meeting her thrusts and using her for your pleasure. Even better when you cum from just by doing all the work by yourself. Truly exquisite.
Being with Ada Wong is a thrilling mix of danger, passion, and an irresistible game of cat and mouse. She knows exactly how to keep you on your toes—one moment she’s teasing you mercilessly, the next she’s whispering sweet nothings that make your heart race and fucks you like there's no tomorrow.
She’s dominant, possessive in all the right ways, and very aware of the effect she has on you.
At the end of the day, though, beneath all the mystery and teasing, Ada loves you in her own way. She may not always say it outright, but every lingering touch, every heated glance, and every time she comes back to you—no matter where she’s been—proves that you’re the one person she’ll never let go of.
And really, who could ever resist her? Because sure as hell–I won't.
