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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧ kinktober day sixteen: age gap and humiliation
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : alternative universe - modern, dbf!sevika but it's a recent friendship after reader was already 18/sevika never knew reader as the daughter, switch!reader and sevika but mainly bottom!sevika, mainly sub!sevika for this one, pussy slapping, humiliation kink, dom!reader, lowkey mean!reader, i enjoyed mentioning the fact sevika is canonically 6'1" a lot so adding that here too, strapping, cunnilingus 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 2,786k
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : it starts off good but i could not figure out how to end it so its kinda ass towards the end im sorry, its one of those fics i started months ago and didn't know what the og idea was for the ending [ read on ao3 ]
[ divider credits: 1, 2, 3 ] [ resources for palestine ]
“Damn it, kid, what the hell you doin’ here?” It’s late, far too late for her to be dealing with this. With you. But her response, the way she sighs and tries to act like her pupils didn’t dilate when she saw it was you stood on her front porch, her chest feeling tight and her breath caught — Sevika can’t hide that from you with the sullen attitude she throws out, like it hides anything softer.
“What? I can’t drop by?” You tease with a smirk on your face, one that Sevika knows only means trouble and it’s only emphasised by the way you subtly shift on the spot, crossing your arms over your chest and unintentionally (pfft, yeah right) push your tits up in that low cut shirt she knows you put on just to taunt her. “I thought we were gonna stay friends, Vika. Can’t a friend check up on you?”
Fuck. Friend, that choice of word was coming back to bite her in the ass, wasn’t it?
She should have known you wouldn’t give up, you were like a dog with a bone with the way you’d carved a place for yourself in her life and were determined to get the older woman to accept it. And the truth is Sevika craves you, needs you — wants you — more than she’s ever wanted anyone, any friend with benefits or former partner, but there were too many things keeping her from accepting that she could have you.
“Not at one in the morning, little girl. Go home, back…” Her jaw tenses, eyes casting down to the floor of her porch as she takes a deep breath before she finishes her sentence. She has to bite back a groan at the way your eyes seem to sparkle at her use of honorific. “Go back to your dads”
Because there lies Sevika’s biggest issue, the fact that you were the daughter of the closest friend she’s made since she moved to this stupid town, one of the kindest men who took no mind of Sevika’s hard exterior and made sure she wasn’t fully on the edge of the town, a pariah of her own making. She’d been aware he had a daughter, off in her last year of college he’d said when they first met but she’d never seen a picture, never paid attention to the family photo collage in the living room.
Never realised the young woman she’d had bent over the sinks in a dive bar bathroom, face pressed against the sinks mirror as her thick fingers sank into your tight, wet heat was his kid until she’d come face to face with you at his fourth of july barbeque a few weeks later — jaw slack, heart racing as she clutched the spout of her beer for dear life.
And you? You’d just cocked a brow and bit your tongue to stop from smirking like you are now, extending your hand in a faux friendly manner when your father started introductions. Sevika had spent most of that night with her heart pounding in her chest, blood rushing in her ears as she tried not to panic.
Because it wasn’t just a one time thing, no she’d been with you more times than she could count after that dive bar hookup. Had brought her friend's daughter to her bed and felt her come undone by her touch, had let you pull her apart enough times she was already dreading her own words by the time you managed to corner her in your childhood home.
“We can’t do this anymore, you got that?” And now, three months later and more hookups than she’d care to admit, she was still trying to put an end to things. Each time she justified it, berated herself for her desire for you and would fixate on how wrong it would be.
And each time she would crumble the moment you put your mind to getting her back, but she swore the last time that she meant it. That things were over between you to, she couldn’t stop the guilt she felt every time she saw her friend and knew the was she was dishonouring that friendship, knew how quick his kindness would dissipate if he knew how she craved you.
So she closes the door, or at least tries to only to stop halfway when you wedge yourself between the frame and the door.
“What are you doing?” Sevika growls out, eyes widening as she stops just before the door begins to crush you. “Are you that much of a kid you can’t even think straight enough to not get hurt, just because you can’t get what you want?”
“Sounds dangerously close to you calling me a brat, Vika” Her release on the door allows you to move further towards her, pushing into the house. “C’mon, we play this game every time but it’s getting old real fast. You say we’re not doing it again, say I’m too young to know what I want and then you’ll call me some name like kid or little girl to make the point of this age gap.” You sound bored as you speak, rolling your eyes as if having to recap the same routine you both fall into over and over again is a chore.
Your body moulds into hers, and despite the height difference you stand as if you are the one at 6’1” and not Sevika. Lazily your arms come up to wrap around the older woman's neck and you have to bite back a grin when her arms instinctively fall around your waist, holding you close. “I start teasing you ‘cause despite how much you hate it, you want me just as much as I want you. Then you end up caving and I have you laid out on your bed, begging me to make you cum.”
And just like every other time, her resolve is wearing thin. Or maybe it had never been very thick to begin with. “I don’t beg” Sevika’s voice rasps, looking down at you like she’s trying to convince you — but from the way her tone wavers, you know it's herself she needs to convince first.
“Vika, you beg” You tell her simply, sighing softly. “And then you whine and squirm on my cock, and—”
A large hand quickly clamps over your mouth, stifling your words as her grey eyes widen in alarm. The front door still open, full view of you — dainty in comparison to Sevika’s muscled body and large stature — crowding her up against the wall like you owned her, taunting her loudly about how you fuck her. It’s late, but she still doesn’t want to risk humiliating herself in front of the neighbours. “Shut your mouth” she murmurs lowly, swallowing nervously
Your brows quirk, a knowing and teasing glint in your eyes. After a moment or two, you drop a hand to hers and gently ease her palm off of your mouth, wrapping a hand around two of her fingers and letting them drag against your bottom lip teasingly. “Have you had enough of your routine now, Sevika?”
She’s still desperately holding onto her willpower, reminding herself how wrong it is. But that same voice that always creeps in keeps interjecting.
It’s immoral to want her best friend's daughter this way, but it’s not like she ever knew you as a child, like she’d ever been there as you grew up.
You’re so young, you don’t know what you want and you can’t possibly commit to her the way she’d want you to, but you seem to know you want her and would she say the same if you were trying to commit to someone your own age?
And when you slip her fingers past your lips, swirling your tongue around the thick digits obscenely and making them slick with your saliva, sending a sharp pang of arousal straight to her clit as you suck on them, her resolve has well and truly snapped.
It’s funny how you both always end up in this position every time, despite Sevika’s protests each time that this time will be different. And every time it ends with her on her back against her sheets, muscled thighs spread and her cunt on display for you as you fix yourself between them. Tongue laving against her arousal, smeared across her slit and bush as she ruts her pussy against your hungry mouth. Her large hands are gripping at whatever she can, the edge of the mattress, the duvet, as your mouth provides almost torturous attention to her clit.
Another addicting thing about you, the way you’d never shied away from focusing on Sevika’s pleasure before your own. In her early 40s now, she’d had a handful of partners and yet there had always seemed to be the expectation that she was the one who would give, who would dominate in the bedroom. And while she hadn’t minded this, the way you seemed to so effortlessly fit into that role instead and make that role she’d played for years falter never fails to surprise her and, worse, make her an uncontrollable mess.
The way you’re eating her pussy is messy, tongue running flat from hole to clit over and over, drool spilling from your chin — or maybe it’s her own weeping cunt dripping for you, she’s not sure anymore. All she does know is how desperate she feels, trying to keep her thighs spread for you as you devour her and trying not to grab you by the hair to fuck your face the way the knot forming in her stomach begs her to.
She’s so close, orgasm beginning to brew when she feels, hears you pull off of her clit with a loud pop! And spit lewdly down onto her already drenched pussy with a hum. “Look at what a mess this pussy is for me, Vika. Turning me a’fucking-way when you’re a mess like this? Poor fucking things practically drooling for me”
She whines, a noise so unlike her to anyone but you, and throws an arm over her face to hide from the embarrassment. This was something new she’d discovered too, your taunting that would make her cheeks flame and her cunt throb. She would have never pegged herself to get off on the humiliation, and yet every time you spoke to her like this it only served to arouse her more.
Maybe that’s why she comes crawling back every time, denies you, the possibility of the two of you being a couple just to fall into bed with you and hear you mock her the way she apparently needs.
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” A slap to her pussy has her sucking in a sharp breath, thighs spasming slightly as she tries to regain her composure. “Haven’t fucked you stupid yet, don’t tell me you’re goin’ senile, old woman”
The cooling heat at her cheeks reignites at the reminder of your age gap, her gruff voice finally found. “Don’t call me that” It’s all she can manage, but it sounds like a challenge to you — she can tell by the way you seem to still for a moment before rising enough to lean over her body on the bed.
You’ve got two fingers stuffed inside of Sevika’s pussy, crooked in a come-hither position and fucking her roughly, before she can even take a breath but there’s nothing throwing off your casual ease. “Don’t call you what, Vika? Old?”
She swears she can see stars behind her eyes as you finger fuck her at a fast pace, her arousal quickly starting to drip down her aching cunt. You roll your eyes at the way she moves back against your hand, riding it with her head thrown back softly.
“You go on and on about how young I am, calling me what — kid and little girl — but can’t take it when I do the same. What, does it make you feel dirty hearing me do the same to you?”
Yes, but she wasn’t going to say that. Couldn’t say that, not with the brutal assault on her pussy you were delivering but it’s not like you were actually expecting a response. “How about the next time you call me one of those names, I just start calling you the same. Cause you can point it out all you want baby, but it’s not gonna stop you from being a dirty little pervert that wants to fuck the girl twenty years younger than you”
You feel her clench around your fingers at that, scoffing at the way the humiliating words only seem to turn her on more. “Fuck, look at you — are you getting off on me calling you a dirty little perv?”
Sevika grunts in response, grey eyes slitting open as she tries to breathe normally.
“Don’t— act like… like you aren’t… either” The words are spoken through panted breathes, difficulty focusing as your fingers caress the insides of her velvet walls.
“Vika, I’m not the one trying to push the other away and then practically sucking the other person's fingers in cause of how tight their pussy is. You might be hot and cold with me but this perfect cunt knows exactly where it wants me”
You’d been going at it for hours, easing orgasms out of each other like it was tit for tat. The dynamic shifted, Sevika on top for one round and fucking you deep into her mattress as she ground her cunt against yours but the entire time you’d regained the control quickly as she began mewling at how good you felt against her, how slick your pussies were.
You’d teased her for how cunt-drunk she’d gotten, how easily she fell into submissive tendencies for you. “N’Aww, Vika— You act like a big, scary dog but you turn into such a puppy” all the while, slapping and pinching at her small breasts to hear more of her needy noises.
And for the last round, you’d sank your strap so deep inside of her she thought she’d gone blind from how far back her eyes seemed to roll, face smushed into the mattress and short hair messy both from sweat and the way you clutched a handful of the black locks to keep her in position. With every slam of your hips, drag of the thick shaft through her stretched out hole, you spill whatever degrading words come to mind — not even registering what you say, just rambling on and on.
“You don’t seem to be that worried about how young I am when I’ve got you soaking the sheets, huh?” You’d smirked against the shell of her ear after she’d cum for the second time, her messy release surprising her as she sat in the drenched spot of the bed.
And when she was humping your pussy, shaky and desperate with need as your slick cunts shifted against each other — you laying back and letting Sevika do all the work, you’d narrowed your eyes and cocked your head to the side with a smirk. “This little girls’ got you all desperate, huh?”
Laughing and toying with her worn out hole, watching how it flutters and tries to clench around nothing after you’d pulled your strap from her. “Greedy” You’d snapped when your finger had ghosted at her hole again, her hips rising and moving to try and bring you closer, “Pathetic thing needs stuffing again? Seriously, Vika? And you wanted to be just friends? Is your pussy this hungry for your friends, huh?!”
And by the time you both feel as though sleep has captured you both enough to give up, Sevika’s sweat slick back is pressed against her rumpled sheets — too lazy to change them to clean ones now, not when the sky is shades of yellow and pink, cracks of blue coming through as day comes to.
You’re furled up against her side, leg thrown lazily over her body and she can feel the warmth of your steady breaths against her neck as you ready for sleep.
She thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep, too quiet to not be so her tired eyes widen in surprise when she hears your voice murmur lowly against her skin. “Not doing this again”
Your words make her heart stutter, panic icy in her veins but her words are even, not showing the turmoil in her mind. “What?” In her head, she’s thinking you got your fill, you’re bored of her now, she was right she was right she was—
You sigh softly, nestling further into her body. “Not chasing you again. Mine now, just… accept it”
And for once, Sevika doesn’t argue against it.
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