Cw- gun play, degradation, short drabble, rough sex
"Look at you, all squirmy and wet for my baby," she purrs, her voice a raspy growl laced with laughter. She's got Pow-Pow in hand—not loaded, thank fuck—but the cold metal barrel presses teasingly against your inner thigh, sliding up under your skirt.
You gasp, thighs parting on instinct as she shoves your panties aside, the gun's tip nudging your slick entrance. "Jinx, please," you whimper, heat flooding your core at the danger of it, your pussy clenching in anticipation.
She grins, teeth flashing like a feral cat. "Beggin' already? Pathetic. But I like it." With a twist of her wrist, she pushes the barrel inside you, slow at first, the unyielding steel stretching your walls with a chill that makes you arch. It's thick, ridged from wear, scraping just right against your sensitive spots as she thrusts it deeper, her free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady.
"Fuck, you're so tight around it," Jinx breathes, her breath hot against your neck as she pumps the gun in and out, the motion slick with your arousal. Wet sounds echo in the dim space, obscene and thrilling, your juices coating the metal. You moan, loud and desperate, fingers digging into her leather jacket as pleasure sparks from the friction.
"Shh, don't wanna alert the Enforcers, do ya?" she teases, but her pace quickens, slamming the barrel harder, twisting it to grind against your g-spot. Your legs shake, clit throbbing untouched, every nerve alight from the forbidden intrusion. "Gonna make you cum on my gun, doll. Show me how much you love bein' my little toy."
Tears prick your eyes from the intensity, hips bucking to meet each thrust, the cool metal warming from your heat. "Jinx—oh god, it's too much," you cry out, voice breaking as the pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly.
She laughs, low and wicked, leaning in to bite your earlobe. "Too much? Nah, you're takin' it like a champ. Cum for me, now." One final, brutal shove of the gun's barrel sends you over, your pussy spasming around it, waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You scream her name, body shuddering as she works you through it, unrelenting until you're a trembling mess.
Jinx pulls the gun free with a wet pop, admiring the glistening barrel before licking it clean, eyes locked on yours. "Good girl. My turn next?"
Viktor is parentless. So when he got to know you as a person, I imagine he'd be drawn to your kind and caring presence, since that's exactly what he's been missing in his childhood. It was miserable you know, being a sick viktorian child, with a limp on his right leg and no friends.
He'd take great comfort in your warm embrace, preferably near a fireplace. He'd maybe lie on your lap, staring at you. Maybe you'd grin at him, give him a wink, blow him a kiss for good measure, then you'd run your fingers through his short fluffy hair, admire his eyebrows, his little moles, and defined jawline- god this man is pretty. And maybe he would drift into a peaceful slumber.. I don't know, I wasn't there, you tell me 😳
He'd tinker away, working on his own inventions. Whenever you're free, he'd tug you to his workplace. And if you weren't free, he'd simply pout at you, until your resolve falters and you end up at his desk, dozing off whilst keeping your arms around his neck. Though most of the time you opt to lay on his desk to watch him move so expertly and diligently, it does make you wonder, what else would he use them for? ;)
You come home after a long day of work, your body practically BEGGING to lay on your soft shared bed. But someone stops you from doing so.
"Hey!!" You pout, "'m going to pass out from exhaustion-!"
Your lover, Viktor, leans on the door frame before you, his deftness took you aback. "As am I."
You raise an eyebrow at his reply, immediately rebutting what he said, "So let me in?"
"No. It's cold inside." He huffs, narrowing his amber eyes. Earning an exasperated groan from a tired you, you weren't petulant though, no, far from it. Seeing him in the flesh single handedly rejuvenates you.
He blinks, and you find yourself falling for him again. The long eyelashes, the sly smile, his dark brown hair, captivated you once again, the thought of Viktor had you in a chokehold.
Crossing his thin freckled arms, "Near the fireplace will suffice."
You still kept your sights on the comfy bed, "But the couch's not big enough!"
He puts his hand below his chin, a comment quirk of his when he thinks, "Then," He drags the vowel out, "we can design a new one to your taste. Come." The finality of his tone makes you sigh. He grins.
cw.dark theme. obsessed/stalker!jinx. gunplay. fingering. slight mention of hallucinations. mention of panty stealing. mention of masturbating.
₊˚♬ ﾟ. Sour Switchblade—Elita;
”Whatever you go through, I do too…”
⋆.˚ Lately, you’ve been feeling as if you’ve been losing your mind. Things going missing like your perfume, your favorite monkey socks, and even your panties! The silk ones, in that case. It was driving you nuts. ‘maybe I just misplaced my shit somewhere else and forgot?’, you thought, but something in the back of your mind told you that you were wrong.
Something was wrong.
You just didn’t know what.
Little did you know—she was lurking in every shadow. You were at the bar? She’ll be there. Going for a nice walk? She’ll be there. Sleeping peacefully in your apartment?
She. Will. Be. There.
Jinx couldn’t leave you alone; even if she tried her hardest. She wouldn’t want to anyway. Why would she? You were everything to her wide eyes. She loved the way you smelt while you slept, the way your skin reacted to her cold, lanky fingers, and the way you felt so warm between your thighs. Ugh she would do anything to be between them.
She would treat you so good, you wouldn’t even need anyone. Only and solely Jinx. She knows she can be useful to you—love you, cherish you, and care for you. She’d kill to be with you. Literally.
However, Jinx didn’t want to reveal herself to you just yet. She loved the paranoia she was drilling into you without even doing anything. She wasn’t nervous to say the least, but she was just itching to see your expressions if and when you caught her. Hell, there were times where she’d lay in your bed after you left and just smell all over your bed while pumping two fingers in her sopping cunt—practically claiming her territory.
She let you become more and more paranoid until she finally couldn’t take it anymore. It was like she was driving herself crazy with the tension and slow burn of it all. She just wanted you. She couldn’t see anyone but you. Every corner she took—she saw you, calling her name with that sweet smile of yours. She heard your voice saying sweet nothings in her ear at night. She would even feel your touch, but that was legendary rare. But god did it make her shiver in the best way possible.
ᵎ!ᵎIt was around late night when you finally got home from your tiring shift at the Last Drop. Unfortunately for you, it was always late shifts you worked. Money had to come in somehow. You were utterly exhausted as you unlocked the front door of your apartment and shut it behind you, tossing your keys on the counter before slugging yourself to your bathroom.
God you felt so dirty.
Despite being tired as hell—you needed to relax and smell good before you even hit the sheets. Jinx watched you strip out of your work clothes from your rusty fire escape, staring with those wide pink highlight eyes of hers. However, since your fire escape wasn’t the best—it made a squeak due to the slight movement. It made you jump and turn around as your heart pounded against your chest; eyes darting around frantically.
No one was there.
Only the defining silence and the heartbeat in your ears.
You didn’t even look to check the noise, just closed the bathroom door and locked it. After finally convincing yourself that it was your nerves and you were being paranoid—the shower claimed you. The warm shower over your body with the lathering soap made you melt.
Jinx enjoyed it too, watching you unknowingly give her a shower through the small window of your bathroom. Her breath hitched as she watched you with vibrant eyes, feeling her clit throb at how smooth the water ran over your tits. Oh how she touched herself to the thought of sucking them while she worked her fingers in herself.
The anticipation was killing her. Especially you.
You felt like you were going fucking insane.
But you were just being paranoid! That’s what working long late night shifts does to your brain, right? It’s fine!
So you thought.
The shower soon cut off as your wrapped the warm towel around your body, sighing at the warmth it brought as you stepped out the shower. A small yawn fell from your lips as you unlocked the door and shuffled your way in your room. Something in the room felt off. You paused for a moment before your bathroom slammed shut and before you could even turn around—a cold, clammy hand was placed over your mouth; silencing your muffle screams.
“Shh…don’t be so loud, toots! Don’t want anyone hearing all the fun, yeah?” Her voice sounded so low, but held a small little rasp in it that made your skin crawl. You squirmed more and more, but she was pure muscle. She felt smaller, yes, but she was lean with muscle. Muffled protests and panicked breathing filled the room before a small squeak popped from you as you felt it.
The cold, hard metal pointed to your bare side. It was a gun. Your breath hitched as she ran the cold edge of the gun, hearing how she giggle before pushing you on the bed. She stared at you like you were something utterly precious, but also looked at you with hunger. It made your heart skip. “What do you want with me…?” Your voice came out in trembled as you tried to sound firm, slowly moving back from her.
“Oh, me? Ohhhh, I don’t really want anything, sugarplum.” She paused abruptly before grasping your ankles and snatching you back to her, making you gasp as she leaned down to your ear. “Just want you….” Her lips suddenly pressed against your neck in a sloppy kiss before she started to suck at your neck; your most weakest spot. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to resist your body giving in, but you couldn’t.
She chuckled as she heard the small whimper that left your lips, pulling away with a small grin as she began to drag the gun down your body before reaching your cunt. “Admit it—you love this fucked up shit. You love me, hm?” Her eyes pierced into yours as she slowly circled the end of the gun over your clit, making you gasp as something in your lower coiled.
Unfortunately, she was right. Just like her, you were kinda fucked up for enjoying this. “I mean, you can’t even deny this. You’re practically drippin’ over my gun, baby…such a mess.” The slick sounds and your whimpers filled the room as she became more swift with her movements, pressing the gun a little firmer against your clit as it made your thighs quiver. “F-feels so good—mm, fuck..”
“Yeah…I know…I know. Wanted this for so long…” She trailed off as she removed the gun from your cunt before stuffing you with her finger, making you gasp at the sudden thrust, “Dreamt of being so deep in you, even with just only my fingers, but my dick? Oh. Wanted to fill this pretty cunt ever since I saw you at that hellhole bar…” Her fingers sped up more and more as your whines got higher and higher, she was enjoying how you tried to squirm away from the intense feeling.
“Shhh….don’t run. Just take it, babydoll.” Her lips met with yours in a messy kiss as she pumped her fingers with a dangerous speed, making you barely able to kiss her back. She enjoyed it. Watching you struggle. Feeling your pussy pulsate around her fingers. Hearing how soaked you were. She finally got what she’s been desperate for.
Before you could hit that sweet edge, she slowed her fingers down; making you whine in protest. Your whines were quickly replaced with a broken moan as she slowly pushed the skinny barrel of her gun in you. “I-oh, fuck! I-I can’t…” She shushed you abruptly as she stared intently at how your pussy swallowed her gun gradually, making her gasp. “Fuck…pussy is just made for this…” Your hands grasped the sheets tightly as your thigh quaked, threatening to close but you forced them to stay open. “Please..”
She didn’t say anything at all; just stared at your pussy while slowly thrusting the barrel into you slowly while she circled your clit with a firm pressure. “Shhh…don’t start crying on me, baby.” She soon sped up the circles on your clit as she kept her slow thrusts of the gun, making you cry out as your body arched from the bed as that pushed you to that sweet edge that made you see stars beyond your eyes.
“I’ll take real good care of my baby.”
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-- clickity click clack; a quieter keyboard became your top priority when the loud typing on your laptop woke caitlyn up in the middle of the night.
cw: modern, university au!caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader; fluff! established relationship; described fingers-running-through-your-hair
masterlist | rules
"what the hell are you doing up?"
i peer over the top of my laptop to face the source of the sound - caitlyn, standing at the entrance of the guest bedroom where i sat at the small table, typing away the last bits of a report that was due in a few days. her arms were crossed over her chest disapprovingly, in a very bad mood if the deep frown on her face was indicative of anything.
"what are you doing up?" i lower the screen enough that i could see her properly, "i thought you'd already fallen asleep,"
"i was," she deadpans, "until i woke up to a cold bedside and heard you typing away like crazy."
"cait -" my eyes shut, voice placating.
"try again," my girlfriend continues in the same tone, leaning against the doorframe, "what are you doing up right after we agreed it was time for you to rest after being on that damned laptop all day?"
"i'm almost done with the paper, okay? just a couple more sentences to summarize -"
"no," caitlyn sighs, taking a few steps towards me and holding her hand out expectantly and with an exaggerated, exhausted sigh, i save the file with a few clicks before turning off my laptop and handing it to her.
"happy?" my lips curl downwards, "i could have finished that,"
"and then you would have spent the rest of the night in a frenzy editing an already acceptable paper,"
"well, now we'll never know," i lean back against the chair, arms crossed over my chest, "and you know i'm not the 'acceptable paper' kind of girl,"
"well, it's late and you've been working all day," caitlyn sets down my laptop on the bed and holds her hand out invitingly, "you can fuss over that paper tomorrow,"
mumbling and grumbling, i listen regardless. the chair creaks when i stand and stretch, groaning at the slight ache in my back, behind, neck - basically everywhere.
"there's my favorite ball of tension,"
"don't be a jackass now that i'm letting you hug me," i huff, easily sinking into her embrace and i hear her huff back as her fingers card through my hair.
we bask in the peaceful silence for a while, which was interrupted by the yawn i let out.
"...i need a new keyboard,"
"you need sleep,"
"i could have been finishing up that paper if i got those keycaps i saw online last week,"
"those keycaps weren't real, darling,"
"so why was there a yellow basket for me to check it out from, hmm?"
"hush," caitlyn presses a soft kiss on my cheek, then another, and another before she continues, "plenty more where that came from if you come back to bed with me,"
cw: 18+, light dubcon, med play, doctor x patient, restraints, bondage, orgasm control, strap-fuck, condescension, degradation.
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who makes you strip and sit shivering on the cold exam table in nothing but the flimsy gown, smirking as your thighs rub together. she pushes your knees apart with her gloved hands, voice low. “spread ‘em. let me see what i’m workin’ with. you came here to be a patient, not a fuckin’ prude.:
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who warms the lube on her gloves, then pushes two fingers inside you under the guise of an exam. she curls them slow, making you twitch. “tight. responsive. slutty little cunt squeezin’ me already. what’s wrong, sweetheart? don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve been fingerfucked on a check-up table.”
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who clicks her pen, scribbling fake “notes” while she edges you with her thumb on your clit. “patient is loud, needy, and uncooperative. treatment plan: make her beg until she cries. prognosis: helpless little whore.”
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who straps your wrists and ankles to the exam bed with leather restraints, leaving you helpless under the fluorescent lights. she lines her strap up, teasing your dripping cunt with the head before slamming it in, hard and deep, making the whole bed squeak. “yeah, that’s what you came in for, huh? to get fucked dumb in my office till this pussy’s ruined.”
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who slides her stethoscope over your chest while her cock pounds your cunt. the cold metal makes you shiver, nipples hard and aching under the blue gown. she grins, pressing harder. “heart rate’s spiking. no shit. little slut can't take gettin’ fucked by her doctor."
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who tilts the speculum in deep just to make you squirm, watching your face contort while she toys with you. “relax. gotta check you’re healthy enough to be fucked stupid every time you crawl in here beggin’ for my cock.”
۶ৎ doctor!sevika who finishes her “exam” by filling you to the brim with her strap, hips grinding mercilessly and rough until you’re sobbing. she doesn’t stop until your cunt is clenching and dripping down the bed. “mm, patient discharged. overstimulated, thoroughly fucked. come back for a follow-up when you can walk properly again.”
the door slams hard enough to rattle the frame, and you know even before she drops her bag that vi lost herself again. she’s still buzzing with adrenaline from the fight. jaw clenched, shoulders tense, knuckles bruised under the wraps. sweat still clings to her neck, the sharp tang of the pit lingering on her skin.
“baby,” you start softly from the couch, but she’s already moving, boots heavy against the floorboards.
her eyes find you like a predator scenting blood. sharp, hungry, and way too restless for anything gentle.
“get the fuck up,” she mutters, voice rough, chest heaving as she pulls her tank top over her head and tosses it aside. her stomach glistens with sweat, muscles flexing, her sports bra damp and stretched tight across her chest.
you blink at her, heat rising, but there’s no time to hesitate. vi’s already yanking the wraps loose from her fists, tossing them aside before pausing, then smirking, that dangerous curl to her mouth.
“nah. fuck it.” she grabs one of the wraps again, stepping closer, looming over you. “hands up, sugar.”
your breath catches, but you obey, wrists lifted. vi’s smirk deepens as she winds the fabric around them, looping it snug, knotting it so you can’t pull free. her fingers linger, rough and deliberate, and you shiver under the weight of her gaze.
“look at you,” she murmurs, leaning in, her breath hot against your ear. “all wrapped up nice for me. fuckin’ perfect.”
she shoves you back against the couch cushions, straddling your hips, her thighs pinning you down. her mouth crashes against yours, hard and hungry, teeth clashing. she tastes like sweat, blood and victory.
her hands are everywhere. grabbing, groping, pulling at your clothes until you’re bare beneath her. she sits back on her knees, licking her lips at the sight of you spread open, wrists tied, chest heaving.
“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she growls, one hand palming her strap through her shorts. “been thinkin’ about this all night. couldn’t even focus in the ring, just wanted to come home and ruin you.”
your thighs clench, yout throbbing heat pulsing at her words.
“vi—”
she cuts you off with a sharp slap to your thigh, the sting making you gasp. “nah, don’t talk. just lay there like my good little girl and take it.”
she strips fast, ripping off her sports bra, dragging her shorts down, revealing the strap already strapped tight against her hips, the base pressing into her glistening cunt.
your eyes widen, but vi just grins, mean and sweet all at once. “yeah, i fucked myself with it before the fight. kept thinkin’ about your pussy stretchin’ around me. couldn’t wait.”
she grips your knees, forcing them wide, lining the thick length up with your soaked entrance. her eyes flick to yours, dark and blazing.
“you ready, sugar?”
you nod frantically, wrists tugging at the wraps, body already arching for her.
“fuck yeah you are.”
she pushes in slow at first, just to watch your face twist, to hear the way you whimper her name. the stretch burns, delicious and overwhelming, and she groans low, head dropping to your neck.
“shit. that’s it. takin’ me so good, baby. made for my cock, huh? fuckin’ perfect little cunt.”
you moan loud, nails scratching at the fabric binding your wrists, needing something to hold onto.
“vi, please—”
she jerks her hips suddenly, burying deep into your needy pussy, and you cry out. vi’s laugh is rough, breathless, mean.
“please what? please don’t stop? please fuck me harder? god, listen to yourself, baby. beggin’ already.”
her thrusts are heavy, deep, every stroke angled to hit all right places that make your eyes roll back. sweat drips from her black hairline, sliding down her temple, her body pounding into yours with raw, relentless force.
“fuck, you feel good,” she groans, teeth scraping your jaw. “been waitin’ all fuckin’ night to sink into this sweet pussy. can’t believe you’re all mine.”
her words come faster and chopped as her pace does, each thrust making the couch creak.
“you love this, don’t you? bein’ tied up, used like a toy. my perfect little slut, takin’ it so well.”
your moans break into sobs, tears spilling as the pleasure builds too sharp, too much.
“oh, you cryin’ for me already?” vi coos, mock-sweet, hips never slowing. she licks a tear from your cheek, grinning against your skin. “fuck, you’re pretty like this. wrecked and desperate."
she pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in, making you squal out her name.
“yeah, that’s it. scream for me, baby. let the neighbors know who owns this cunt.”
you can barely breathe, body trembling, walls fluttering around the strap.
“fuck—vi—i’m gonna—”
she growls low, biting your shoulder. “cum for me, sugar. cum all over daddy’s cock.”
the orgasm rips through you hard, your body jerking, cunt clenching tight around her strap. vi fucks you through it, pounding relentless, chasing her own high through the press of the base against her clit.
“shit, i can feel you milkin’ me,” she groans, grinding hard, sweat dripping from her chest onto yours. “such a good girl, makin’ a mess on my cock.”
you sob her name, overstimulated, shaking, but she doesn’t stop.
“nah, not done with you yet.” her voice is rough, mean with affection. “gonna fill you up, breed you so deep you’ll be drippin’ for hours. pound you until all you can say is my fuckin’ name.”
her hips slam harder, each thrust pushing you higher, tears spilling as you squirm beneath her, wrists straining against the wraps.
her thrusts grow almost punishing, the strap pounding into you so deep you swear you can feel her in your stomach. every push drags a sob from your throat, your whole body trembling under her weight, bound wrists useless above your head. vi eats it up, lips peeled back in a snarl, sweat dripping from her chin onto your chest.
“look at you,” she pants, gaze dropping to where her cock disappears into you, shining with your slick. “takin’ it so deep. fuckin’ split open for me.” she drives in harder just to make you cry louder. “my girl’s such a good little fuck hole, always ready to get ruined.”
you choke on her name, legs shaking, but vi doesn’t let up. she presses a big palm to your stomach, right over where the strap hits deep, and smirks when you arch and scream. “yeah, you feel that? daddy’s cock right there, stuffin’ you full. can’t run from it, sugar.”
you’re shaking, tears streaking hot down your cheeks, but she just leans down and licks the salt from your face, lips curling against your skin. “mm, cryin’ so sweet for me. my pretty little mess.”
her hips grind harder, rough circles that have her strap grinding her clit with every thrust. she groans, voice breaking. “fuck, i’m close. gonna cum grindin’ against this sloppy pussy of yours. make me lose it, baby. give it to me.”
her pace turns brutal, deep slams that have your body jolting against the couch. you’re sobbing outright now, wrists pulling at the wraps, legs spread wide as she takes you apart.
“beg for it,” she growls into your ear, voice ragged. “beg me to cum inside this greedy cunt.”
“p-please, vi—please, daddy—” your voice breaks on a scream as she hits that spot again, white-hot and unbearable. “want it, need it—fuck—please fill me up—”
her laugh is mean, breathless. “good fuckin’ girl.”
she slams in to the hilt, grinding down hard, a guttural moan ripping from her chest as her orgasm crashes through her. her thighs shake against yours, clit grinding against the base until she’s gasping, teeth sinking into your shoulder.
the force of her release tips you over again, another orgasm ripping through you, cunt spasming violently around the strap. you cry out her name, tears soaking the couch cushion, body jerking as the overstimulation burns through your nerves.
but vi doesn’t stop. she’s panting, eyes wild, hips still rolling even as you sob beneath her. “that’s it, sugar. milk my cock. you can take more.” she pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in, making your back bow off the cushions.
“n-no—” you whine, but it melts into a scream when she sets a relentless pace again.
“yeah, you can,” she grits, sweat dripping into her eyes, ripped muscles tense with effort. “you’re mine. made for this. fuckin’ perfect hole for me to use.”
you’re incoherent now, broken cries spilling out as she pounds you through your exhaustion. your body’s twitching, pussy gushing around the strap, but vi’s locked in, chasing every last sound you can give her.
“gonna fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow,” she growls, voice dark and barely above a raspy grunt. “gonna tie you up and keep you filled all night. let the whole neighborhood know you belong to me.”
her dirty talk coils hot in your stomach, mixing with the relentless rhythm of her hips until another orgasm tears through you, sudden and brutal. you scream, body thrashing, wrists uselessly bound, your vision going white at the edges.
vi watches, lips parted, groaning at the sight of you falling apart again. she presses her forehead to yours, voice rough but tender under the filth. “that’s my girl. so good for me. so fuckin’ perfect.”
her thrusts slow only when your sobs turn ragged, when your body goes limp beneath her, trembling and spent. she kisses the tears off your cheeks again, softer this time, still grinding lazily inside you.
“look at you,” she whispers, breath hot against your mouth. “all wrecked. my perfect baby.”
she loosens the wraps at your wrists finally, kissing the red marks left behind. “you did so good for me, sugar. daddy’s proud of you.”
but her grin turns sharp again as she pushes in deep once more, cock grinding against your swollen walls. “and we’re not fuckin’ done.”
cw: +18, established relationship, bdsm, dom!sevika, orgasm denial and overstimulation, pussy slapping, use of toys, crying kink, mean dom sevika, punishment.
the ropes bite into your wrists just enough to sting, pulling your arms taut above your head against the headboard. sevika sits at the edge of the bed, her mechanical hand adjusts the knot with deliberate care. her jaw is tight, her expression carved out of stone.
“you think i wouldn’t notice, doll?” her voice drips like oil, low and sharp. “my girl touching herself while i’m out, makin' a fuckin' mess of my sheets without my say-so.”
you squirm against the mattress, thighs pressing together for some kind of friction. your lips part, desperate to explain, but she doesn’t give you the chance. her metal hand clamps around your jaw, squeezing until you whimper.
“look at yourself,” she mutters, leaning in close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your cheek. “couldn’t even wait like a good girl. what the fuck did i tell you about cummin' without permission?”
your voice breaks through the pressure on your face, shaky, pleading. “not to… not to do it.”
sevika smirks, cruel. “and yet here we are.”
her flesh hand drifts down your body, dragging nails across your skin just enough to make you arch into the touch. when her fingers find your slit, they’re instantly slick, coating with how soaking you are. she hums low in her throat, shaking her head. “fuck, you’re dripping. you must’ve been real desperate to get off, huh?”
your cheeks burn. your eyes sting. “i— i’m sorry—”
“sorry’s not gonna cut it, sweetheart.” her tone turns darker, meaner, the kind of tone she uses to make your gut twist and your cunt clench all at once. “you’re gonna take every second of what i give you tonight. no safe little release until i decide. you hear me?”
you nod frantically, wrists straining against the ropes.
she presses two fingers against your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make your hips buck up helplessly. “look at you. squirmin' like a slut for it. you think i didn’t hear those little noises when you were fuckin' yourself earlier? cryin' my name like some cheap whore begging for coins.”
you shake your head, eyes wide, tears already pooling. “please—”
“shut the fuck up.” her voice cracks like a whip. her fingers slip lower, pushing inside your cunt with no warning. the stretch makes you sob into the pillow. she curls them instantly, hitting one particular spot that makes your whole body jolt.
“yeah,” she groans, watching the way you tremble beneath her, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? my fingers buried in your tight little pussy. bet you were pretendin' it was me when you touched yourself. weren’t you?”
your voice is ruined, barely coherent. “yes— yes, sev—”
“good. then take it.”
her pace is merciless, fucking into you with the precision of someone who knows exactly where you break. your thighs shake, your hips arch, the sheets beneath you a mess of drool and sticky juices. she doesn’t let up when your voice pitches higher, when your cunt squeezes desperately around her fingers.
“don’t you dare cum.” she growls it against your throat, teeth scraping over your skin. “you cum before i say and i’ll keep you here all night. i’ll fuck you till you can’t even remember your name.”
the knot in your stomach tightens, hot and unbearable. you sob into the pillow, muffled and pathetic. “sevika— please—”
she pulls out suddenly, her soaked fingers slapping against your clit hard enough to make you scream. the sharp sting blends with the throbbing ache of her denying you and the tears spill free down your cheeks.
“god, look at you. cryin' already.” she drags her tongue along your cheek, licking up the salt of your tears. “fuck, you taste sweet when you’re broken like this.”
you whimper, your whole body quivering.
she grabs the vibrator from the nightstand, the familiar hum sparking panic and need all at once. “oh, you’re gonna hate me for this,” she says almost sweetly, pressing the toy against your swollen clit. the vibration sends you thrashing against the ropes, your scream caught somewhere between pain and arousal.
“no— no, please, it’s too much—”
sevika’s laugh is dark, humorless. “too much? sweetheart, this is nothing. you wanted to be a greedy little slut, you’re gonna get it.”
she flicks the setting higher, pinning the toy hard against your cunt while her other hand grabs your hip, holding you still when you try to wriggle away. “stay the fuck down. take it. that’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? takin' whatever i give you.”
you’re crying openly now, tears streaking down your face, body shaking uncontrollably. your throat works around broken garbled noises, begging for mercy, begging for more.
sevika leans down, lips brushing your ear as her voice drops. “shhh, baby. i know it hurts. i know. but that’s what happens when you disobey me. you wanted to cum so bad on your own… now i’m gonna ruin this little pussy till it can’t take anymore.”
her words make your pussy flutter and clench harder, your juices gushing out around the toy, wet and noisy.
she notices, of course she notices. “fuck, you’re drippin' everywhere. my needy little slut. cryin' an' beggin' and still your cunt can’t stop squeezin' for me.”
the knot builds again, unbearable. you sob, shaking your head violently. “please— can i— please, mistress, can i cum?”
her laugh is cruel, rumbling in her chest. she pulls the toy away for a moment, just long enough to make you scream at the loss. then she slams it back against your clit, cranking the speed to max.
“not yet. you’re gonna cry harder first. i want you wrecked. i want you beggin' like your life depends on it. want you to show me how sorry you are, baby."
the sobs rip out of you, raw and desperate. your chest heaves, your voice hoarse as you wail her name.
she presses her lips to your cheek again, licking up the fresh tears spilling over. “there’s my good girl. so fuckin' pretty when you cry for me.”
the vibrations blur everything, your body arching, convulsing, the orgasm right there, searing through you. you gasp out, “please, mistress, please, i’ll be good, i’ll do anything—”
sevika groans, low and guttural, her own breath ragged. “yeah, that’s it. beg for me. beg like the little slut you are.”
her words crash into you, filthy and sharp. the rope digs into your wrists as you strain against it, clit throbbing painfully under the relentless toy.
finally, finally, her voice breaks through, commanding and rough. “cum for me. now.”
the permission shatters you. your orgasm tears through your body, your cry muffled against the sheets as your cunt clenches and shivers, soaking everything in a sticky mess.
but she doesn’t stop. the vibrator stays pressed hard against your clit, driving you into a quick second orgasm, then a third, until you’re sobbing uncontrollably, your body twitching with overstimulation.
“shhh,” she whispers against your ear, tongue flicking over the tears streaming down your jaw. “that’s it. give it to me. every last drop. i own this pussy. i own you. you wanted to cum so bad, didn't you? i am just givin' you what you wanted."
cw: +18, power imbalance, professor x student, college setting, toys, orgasm control, crying, implied age gap (legal), professor!sevika, dom!sevika.
you smelled like cheap coffee from spilling it on your skirt earlier, feeling a pang of nervousness when you crawled onto her desk, skirt hitching, palms flat against the wood. sevika watched you with that dangerous calm, cigarette smoke curling in the lamplight, metal fingers tapping against a stack of essays, bord. she’d kept the office light on for you. you’d stayed late on purpose. you’d wanted your older english professor to notice.
“spread,” she said, voice rough and low, no softness. her hand flexed, and you did, legs trembling as you let her see you, let her touch the wetness that had been gathering there all through lecture. textbooks and annotated pages made a fortress around you, the room smelling like old paper and the sweet nectar of your juices.
her fingers found the seam of your panties first, pushing the lace aside. she’d been meaning to pull back for hours, hours that had dragged for so long with you teasing her when she couldn't do anything about it. now, she didn’t rush. her thumb hovered, drawing the slowest, softest circles on your clit, light and cruel, and you pressed your hips up without thinking, chasing the friction that never came.
“don’t sound pathetic,” she murmured, the sentence more of a torture than a warning. she leaned close, breath warm against your ear. “you sit in my class and stare, scribble nonsense in the margins and daydream about my hands on your body. you think i don’t see how you look at me?”
you gasped, hot and wet, trying to speak and failing. she tightened her grip on your hip, thumb pressing into a particular spot on your cunt that made your toes curl. “please,” you managed, voice shaking. “please, professor sevika—”
“pathetic,” she tsked and laughed, mean and low. then she slowed even more, scraping the nail of her forefinger around the rim of you so gently it felt like a test. tears pricked your eyes because wanting hurt like hunger, because she’d trained your brain to explode on the smallest touch and then pull back until you were a raw, trembling thing.
she watched you closely, pupils thin, a judge savoring the verdict. “don’t you want to be a good girl and cum for me?” she whispered, acting as if it was an assignment and she expected perfect work. the vibrator in her other hand hummed to life a whisper below the desk, cold metal that made your breath catch.
you nodded frantically, throat tight with need, eyes slick with tears. “yes,” you mouthed, desperate, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. she flicked the speed low, then lower, until the hum was barely a ghost against your aching pussy. the low buzz drove you crazy. you bucked, needing friction, more, anything, and she let you writhe there like an animal held on a chain.
“look at you,” she said, half amusement, half claim. “spazzin' like some fool in front of my books. you want my approval so bad you’d ruin your grades for this, huh?” she pressed the toy to your clit, moving her thumb in tiny, deliberate swirls while the vibration whispered insistently at the soaking spot that hated being ignored. you cried out, the sound swallowed by the large office and she tightened her hand on your jaw to make you keep meeting her eyes.
“say it,” sevika commanded, voice a blade. “say i’m the only thing that matters when you sit in my lectures. tell me you’re my good girl.”
“i’m yours,” you breathed out, the words barely above a choked confession, the heat in your belly threatening to split you open. she smiled, that small cruel grin that meant she approved and pressed the toy harder, flicking the speed up a notch so the buzz dug into you like a bit faster.
she alternated. slow, taunting pressure, then a sharp, greedy shove of the vibrator that made you hiss and shake. her metal hand curled into your thigh, biting into your skin, keeping you pinned while she rubbed and teased. “beg me,” she said, and you did, voice broken and needy. “please, professor. harder. please.”
“you’ll beg me better,” she corrected, and the way she said it made your cunt clench like a fist. she palmed your mound before sliding two cold fingers inside with a careful, curling motion, and you screamed, a strange, pleased noise that filled the office. she hummed approval and dug her fingers in deeper, making you arch your back until the ache in your spine matched the ache in your pussy.
your hips bucked, trying to chase the friction she refused to give fully. your pretty eyes watered, body trembling on like it was on a razor's edge, desperate for her to press that one way that would finally make you cum. you were crying now, soft glistening tears that mixed with the salt on your lips and smeared across your cheeks. sevika watched, hungry and pleased, and she licked at her thumb, humming in approval as her taste buds savored the sweetness of your juices.
“you’re loud,” she said, almost fond, dark amusement in her tone. “so loud for me. good. let the halls hear who this needy little pussy belong to.” she pushed the toy harder, thumb circling the swollen nub until you felt like you might float away and cum right then and there. your legs shivered, wrists scrabbling against the polished surface of the desk.
“don’t you dare cum without askin',” she whispered, close enough you could feel the bite of her breath. “i want this to be mine. i want every whimper, every moan...to be mine.”
you sobbed, nodding, throat raw. “please—please—i need—” your voice hitched into a sob and she laughed. it was a small, pleased sound that made something hot and perverted curl in your chest.
with a sharp jerk she changed the rhythm, the toy hammering into you at a brutal pace while her fingers fucked you and every nerve in your body lit up. it was too much, and it was perfectly wrong, dirty, getting finger fucked so deliciously by your professor in the middle of her old books.
“cum for me,” she ordered, and you did, trembling and releasing a hoarse shriek, a sound that was fucked out of you by her. you clung to the edge of the desk like it was the last thing keeping you from falling down onto the carpet floor.
her hand smoothed down your spine once, thumb gentle at the back of your neck then she pulled away, letting you breathe in ragged, stunned gulps. she dropped the toy into a drawer and slid your skirt down, arranging you with careless ownership. “clean up,” she said, voice softer now, the edge still there but tinged with something that might have been warmth. she offered you a hand, and when you took it she hauled you up close and pressed a quick, hard kiss to your temple.
“don’t make a habit of crying in my office,” she grunted, pulling a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “but… don’t let anyone else touch you, alright? you belong to me while you’re under my rules.”
