𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ꫂၴႅၴ
Kinktober 2025 Day 18: Corruption Kink
mel medarda x sevika x afab!reader
word count: 4.4k
contains: modern au, alcohol, bar scenes, pre-established melvika, reader is a recent college grad and not from a city, mention of reader not having much sexual experience, age gap (reader is early 20's, melvika are their canon ages), dom!mel, dom!sevika, sub!reader, praise, dirty talk, marking, nipple play, nipple piercings, fingering (mel, r! receiving), strap-on sex (r! receiving), strap sucking (mel receiving), oral (sevika receiving), doggy and kitty style (google the position if you're not familiar), they ruin you for anyone else
description: your first night in a new city breaks you out of your shell in more ways than one.
a/n: these two are the perfect dynamic for "hot couple sees you across the bar and tells you they like your vibe" 😵💫 thank you to the anon that requested this, i discovered a Lot while writing this and truly owe you my life! i hope you all enjoy this one, happy reading 😋
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mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist
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Sitting alone at a small table in the back of a busy jazz club, you survey the other patrons currently inhabiting it; the many couples, the sole group of middle aged women, the occasional lone elder. You take a sip of your drink, the bitterness of it sliding over your tongue and down the back of your throat until it finds a home in your stomach.
When your eyes scan the room once more, they land on someone sitting at the bar who you didn't notice only moments ago. Though she's giving you her back and you can't see her face, something about her captivates your attention, commanding your gaze to stay where it is.
The only thing you can see from this distance is the low cut of her backless dress that reveals flawless brown skin and the full halo of hair adorning her head, but that's enough to have you wanting more. As if she read your mind, she turns to look next to her and allows you the perfect view of her side profile, dragging a quiet gasp from your lips.
The first thing you notice is her dazzling smile, accompanied by a dainty button nose and long eyelashes. You soon find out what she's beaming at when a leather clad figure approaches and greets her with a quick kiss. Shoulders deflating, your dejection is short lived and your interest is piqued yet again when you realize that the other person is a masculine—and extremely good looking—woman.
The two of them converse intimately, faces close as the standing woman's arm is draped over the back of the other woman's chair. Now, your focus is on this newcomer, and the longer you stare, the more things you find attractive.
Her nose is the first thing you notice; large and unapologetic, and undeniably sexy. Then, it's the shaggy mullet that frames her face perfectly, the multiple layers practically caressing the sharp edges of her features. Her labret pierced lips spread to reveal an unexpected tooth gap when the dark skinned woman says something seemingly amusing, and you find yourself mirroring her expression.
Your cheerful mood is interrupted when the standing woman turns her head and locks eyes with you, causing you to immediately look off to the side and squeeze the glass in your hand. Several minutes pass before you even dare to look in the couple's general direction, and when you finally muster up the courage to, they're nowhere to be seen.
Part of you is relieved for not having to deal with the embarrassment of getting caught staring, but a larger part is disappointed because you felt an unexplained pull towards the two women. Bringing your drink back up to your lips, you sigh into it before taking a generous swig and rubbing your forehead in confusion.
At that moment, a whiff of the most intoxicating cologne you've ever had the pleasure of smelling fills your nostrils, and as you turn your head to find the source, your heart becomes paralyzed in your chest before sinking to the floor.
The very person who you made eye contact with is less than a yard away, approaching your table with the other beautiful woman in tow. You scarcely have time to process what's happening before a large hand is stretching out in your direction expectantly.
"Sevika. My wife and I noticed you earlier and wanted to come introduce ourselves." The shorter haired woman's eyes flick down to her offering and back up to yours when you don't take it after several beats, lips twitching in amusement.
Your brain catches up to the moment then and you nod before slipping your own hand into the brunette's—Sevika, a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman—as her warmth instantly envelops your skin. Turning to the other woman with heat licking at your cheeks, she informs you that her name is Mel, and you decide it's fitting; quick, to the point, and likely short for something just as interesting as her. The English accent is the cherry on top, posh but not snobby, and you instantly take a liking to it.
You offer your name in return before pulling your hand back from hers and subtly wiping it on your bottoms under the table.
"Would be alright if we had a seat?" The taller woman asks, sincerity laced in her piercing gray eyes. "Maybe we could buy your next drink."
Glancing at your glass, you realize that it's sitting empty, and still in shock that these two visions are speaking to you, you accept the offer, telling Sevika what you'd like before she leaves you and Mel alone to retrieve it.
Eyes shifting to the woman on your right, she slides into the chair across from you and begins making small talk, her honeyed voice wrapping around you like a straitjacket. By the time Sevika returns with your drink and the ones she ordered for herself and her wife, you're entranced by the green eyed woman, virtually purring under her attention.
Your bashfulness returns with the butch's arrival, remembering that the two of them are in fact a couple, and that you should stop ogling them so openly. "Thank you, that was really kind of you. Both," you add on, vocally reminding yourself of the boundary and making sure to look each of them in the eye as Sevika takes the seat next to the shorter woman.
"Of course. We like to go out and…meet interesting people, whenever we can," Mel answers for both of them, giving you a quick once over.
Burning under her lidded gaze, you're unsure if she's flirting or just being extremely friendly, and you determine it's the latter when she leans back and slides an assertive hand into her wife's hair.
Sevika takes the opportunity to ask you about yourself; where you're from, what you do for work, how you happened upon this particular bar. You answer them in order—telling the pair that you're a recent college graduate from a small town no one's heard of, and that you happened to be walking around your new neighborhood when you heard the music coming from this building.
"Ah, so you recently moved here?" Mel asks while dragging the tip of her middle finger over the rim of her wine glass.
"Yeah, this is actually my first official night here. I moved into my new place earlier today," you confess with an easier smile than earlier, the alcohol lowering your guard.
"Well, we should cheers to that. I remember those days, definitely not easy but they make for a lot of interesting experiences." Sevika clinks her glass with yours in celebration, and the wink that follows sends a shiver down your spine.
That leads into a conversation about their younger days, discovering that the women are older than they look, and you half jokingly ask for their skin routines. One topic turns into another, and you all swap stories over the next few hours, familiarizing yourselves and getting more comfortable with each other. The couple are not shy about showing affection in front of you, and though it should put you off or even make you uncomfortable, they way they do it so easily attracts you to them more.
"Last call for alcohol, ladies and gentlemen," the bartender behind the counter calls, and the three of you simultaneously check the nearest clocks, shocked at the amount of time that's passed since you began talking.
"Goodness, I can't believe we've been chatting this long," the green eyed woman laughs. "Feels like we just sat down."
Nodding in agreement, the realization that your time with the duo has come to an end suddenly hits you, and your posture droops as you mentally prepare yourself to part ways with them.
Before you can get the beginning of your goodbyes out, Sevika speaks. "Not to be too forward, but…would you want to continue this conversation somewhere else? We're really enjoying your company, and if you're okay with it, we can give you a ride back to our place."
It's only then that you register the sultry looks both women are giving you and it feels like you've been doused with ice water. Licking your lips as you process this, you reply with a nervous smile, "Yeah, that sounds great."
Less than five minutes later, you're walking out with the couple, alarms sounding off in your head the entire journey. The chirp of their car being unlocked rings through the parking lot, and the two of them approach the most expensive vehicle you've ever seen while hand in hand. Sevika opens the passenger door for the dark skinned woman before moving to the rear and doing the same for you, chuckling to herself as you duck your head in thanks and slide in.
Once on the road, you discreetly pull your phone out and message your friends from your hometown, panicking that the most attractive couple you've ever seen is taking you to their house. You miss the way Mel watches the interaction with a sly look, glancing over at her equally observant wife and interlocking their fingers.
When you arrive, the sleek townhouse stretching in front of you brings about a new round of nerves, but you remember what Sevika said earlier about interesting experiences and decide to embrace this one. You exit the car and follow them up to their opening front door, taking in the foyer and how lavishly it's decorated.
The olive skinned woman eyes you with a curious look as she flicks on the light before asking, "You ever gone home with a couple?"
"No ma'am," comes your reply before you gulp quietly.
"Ma'am! I'm not that old, Jesus. You're lucky you're cute." Sevika shakes her head humorously before pulling off her leather jacket and revealing a metal prosthetic you hadn't noticed earlier. Heat rushing up your neck, you look off to an empty corner of the room to try and calm yourself down from her remark.
"Come on, the sitting room is through here," Mel instructs with a knowing smile directed at the taller woman.
Reaching the now lit open concept area, you stand near the large coffee table and tuck your hands in your pockets, unsure of what to do with yourself.
"You can sit down, you know. You're not going to get in trouble."
Whipping your head around, you find the green eyed woman observing you with an attentive look and you stand up a bit straighter in response. "Oh. Right."
Dawdling over to the modern looking sofa in the center of the room, you take a seat right in the middle and are shocked at how extremely comfortable it is.
"Nice, isn't it? We commissioned it from a friend of ours when we bought the place. So much softer than it looks," Sevika remarks from her place in front of the bar. "Want another drink?"
Knowing that you'll need more liquid courage to get through this night, you nod with a polite smile as the butch turns around before you can request anything specific, deciding to surprise you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mel pull a record from the wall filled with them and saunter over to the elevated record player in the corner of the room. Catching your gaze, she says, "To continue the atmosphere from earlier."
The feminine woman then also plants herself on the couch, legs crossed and body turned towards you. "Can I ask you a personal question? And feel free to tell me to bugger off, I won't take offense," she adds.
Heart rate increasing more than it previously was, you murmur a noise of agreement before Mel asks, "Have you ever had a threesome? Or ménage à trois, or whatever they call it nowadays."
Your eyes widen slightly at her forwardness, but you tell yourself to relax, to play it cool, that you don't want to ruin this before it's even truly started, and you simply answer, "No. No, I haven't."
Her lips twitch into a slight smile, and a hand moves towards your thigh as her index finger begins slowly tracing the length of it. "I thought as much. Not in a negative way, you just have this lack of," she pauses to find the right word, "sin, about you. It's refreshing."
Unsure of how to take her comment, you raise your eyebrows and bite your lower lip, the action drawing her gaze.
Sevika's presence interrupts the burgeoning moment, and she hands you one glass before passing the second to her wife and keeping one for herself as she takes a seat on the other side of you.
Raising your drink in thanks, you gulp down half of it in one swig before placing it on the table, the burn settling low in your gut, right next to your escalating arousal. The older woman attempts to continue the conversation, but you're hardly paying attention, and Mel is very aware of that.
Hooking a featherlight finger under your chin, she turns you to face her and presses her lips against yours in an experimental kiss. The motion catches you off guard, and your mouth marginally parts with a gasp before she repeats it, applying a bit more pressure than the first time.
The green eyed woman feels the way you start to kiss back, finally giving in to the attraction you've felt since you first laid eyes on her hours ago. She smiles into it, even more so when you quietly moan due to Sevika now pecking the side of your neck.
Two tongues are simultaneously introduced to different parts of your body; the one in your mouth gentle and exploratory, while the one on your nape is rougher and accompanied by firm lips sucking at your skin. Sighing into the air, you then feel a more abrasive hand grip your chin to turn you the opposite direction and collide your mouth with hers, groaning into the kiss.
You're not given much time to adjust before Mel's hot tongue is licking the shell of your ear and nipping at it. As if that wasn't overwhelming enough, a slender but sturdy hand cups between your legs and lightly squeezes, causing you to press down into it.
"Do you want to continue this in the bedroom?"
Eyes fluttering open, you pull away from Sevika to look over at her wife, nodding speechlessly. That's all the verification Mel needs, standing up and hoisting you to your feet as the short haired woman follows behind with a hungry gaze.
As soon as you cross the threshold and the room is bathed in warm light, their hands are on you, one body in front and the other behind as they peel your clothes off with practiced movements, taking turns kissing you while they do. Once you're nude, Sevika nudges you backwards until you're sitting on the edge of their massive bed.
You then watch as the two women lock lips and caress each other's figures, layers of fabric falling away over time. You're entranced by the ease in which they touch, hands groping and mouths licking. The older of the two cups Mel in a similar way her lover did to you, but this time, her fingers slide up further until they're nestled fully inside her femme's pussy.
Leaning down, Sevika begins mouthing at brown skin, teeth grazing the area under her jaw as she leisurely pumps her thick digits. When she bites the heated flesh, the shorter woman moans and grabs her wrist in a request for leniency before bringing their lips back together.
The sight has you pressing your thighs together to gain some sense of reprieve, but instead it captures the attention of the taller half. Sevika pulls away from her wife and comes to stand in front of you, noticing the way you're staring at her chest. Looking down, she realizes you're enthralled by the silver barbells decorating each of her nipples.
Laughing quietly, she marginally arches forward and tells you, "Don't be shy, you can touch them."
Blinking at her once, you slowly lift both of your hands to her heavy boobs and give them a tentative squeeze, biting your lip as the excess spills between your fingers. Mel then stands behind the older woman and rests her chin on her shoulder as she observes you.
"You can taste them too if you want," the gray eyed woman adds.
Eyes flicking up to her own, you look back down and take a breath before leaning in and giving her left nipple a kitten lick, a tingle spreading throughout your body when Sevika cups the back of your head to keep you in place. Feeling bold, you wrap your lips around the bud and suck, forcing a low groan from the woman's scarred lips. "Just like that, there you go."
The minimal praise overpowers the foreign metallic taste in your mouth, and you grow braver and braver, lapping at the nipple repeatedly before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment, eventually suckling the side of her areola until a small bruise begins to form.
Already sensing the tenderness, Sevika removes your mouth and stares at the mark you left behind, cooing as she looks at Mel and purrs, "This one's a quick learner."
"Mm, that's going to come in handy," the green eyed beauty remarks before walking over to a small chest underneath the window. You stare in awe as she retrieves a leather harness and a girthy purple dildo, holding an item in each hand as she stands beside Sevika and starts slipping them on.
Catching sight of your nervous expression, the older woman rubs a warm hand over your thigh and gives you a reassuring smile before telling you, "Just watch what I do."
Mel then sits next to you on the bed and spreads her legs so that her left knee is brushing your right one, hand stroking the base of the toy. Sevika kneels in front of her, shoulder width apart, and dips down to firmly lick the tip of the strap. Groaning with restraint, the shorter of the two slides a hand into her wife's choppy locks and grips them as the gray eyed woman begins to bob her head, taking the dildo deeper and deeper into her mouth with every pass.
Sevika is fully moaning around the silicone now, and you feel yourself getting wetter the longer you watch her. Mel smirks at your lustful expression and gently cups your face to bring to her own, kissing you deeply and moaning when you match her intensity. After a few minutes, she pulls back to nip at your nose before glancing down at Sevika with an elated grin and looking back to you. "Do you want to try?"
"Yes please," you sigh, cheeks blazing.
"Manners will absolutely get you everywhere," Mel chuckles and jerks her head towards the floor.
Obeying instantly, you and Sevika swap positions and you wrap your lips around the end of the toy as the dark skinned woman guides you through it. "Stroke it if you need to, get used to the width before you try to—oh god!"
The image of you swallowing almost half of the toy in one go prompts Mel to jerk her hips up and press the tip against the back of your throat, causing you to gag and your eyes to water. Set on impressing both of the women, you repeat the movement until your throat is filled with silicone, eyes rolling back as you attempt to breathe through your nose.
"Fucking hell, you picked that up quick." The younger woman caresses your cheek and suddenly feels the sensation of wetness covering her palm. Withdrawing her hand, she recognizes the look of saliva and her green eyes flick down to see the strings dripping from either side of your mouth, making her clit twitch.
"Sweetheart, get up for me."
Taking a beat to realize she's talking to you, your eyes refocus on the figure directly above before pulling off of the dildo completely and wiping your mouth as you stand. Mel communicates with Sevika solely through a stare, the muscular woman moving to climb onto the bed and prop herself up against the multitude of pillows.
She then spreads her legs to reveal yet another shiny, silver piercing—her clit, surrounded by a thick, curly layer of dark hair. Your mouth begins to water, not even knowing that was a possibility, and the butch drinks in your attention, settling her sinewy bicep behind her head and beckoning you closer with a metal finger. Crawling over the mattress, you come to a stop between Sevika's bulging thighs as your eyes are locked onto her juicy cunt. You feel the bed dip as Mel joins and kneels behind you, a shiver running through her at what's still to come.
When the brown skinned woman speaks next, you actually whine out loud. "Now…I want you to fuck her properly, you understand? Lips, tongue, teeth. Everything. She'll let you know what she likes."
She runs a warm hand from the base of your spine to the back of your neck before pushing you down between her wife's legs. You don't need to be told twice, diving in immediately and placing your hands atop Sevika's thighs to anchor yourself as you begin messily pleasuring her. The texture of her pubic hair is new to you, but you soon find the feeling of it dragging against your skin erotic.
After some direction from the silver eyed woman, you find a pace that's enjoyable for her, alternating your tongue between flicks against her perforated clit and curling inside of her sopping entrance. That's when you hear Mel tell you to arch your back, helping you into position before prodding a slim digit to tease the rim of your pussy.
Without even needing to ask, you rock your hips backwards and slip nearly her entire finger inside you, moaning into Sevika. Deciding to push ahead, she grabs the center of her saliva covered strap and rubs the end over your ass, smearing the wetness all around your skin. "Are you ready to take me, darling?"
You separate from the short haired woman to turn around and enticingly wiggle your hips, a pleading look in your eye as you whine, "Mm-hm, I can take it, all of it, please."
"Eager to please, I like that." The woman behind you squeezes the meat of your ass in a taunting manner, smiling wickedly when you jerk away from her touch.
"That's enough chit-chat, come on now." Sevika grips your chin and brings your mouth back to her, sighing and leaning her head back when your tongue resumes its previous ministrations.
Mel actually laughs before she takes a deep breath and pushes inside your tight hole, groaning as she feels the resistance your pussy gives her until she bottoms out. Moaning directly over the olive skinned woman's clit, she chokes out a sigh and cups the back of your head with both hands.
Picking up the pace, the femme begins forcing you harder onto her wife's cunt, her own boobs jostling with the strength of her thrusts. The fire she's stoking in your lower belly grows brighter and brighter with every plunge, your mouth's movements on Sevika's clit getting sloppier and less coordinated over time.
The three of you continue for seemingly hours, and you wouldn't be shocked if that's how actually how long you've been at this for, their combined stamina rivaling the most professionally trained athletes. Feeling the ache in her thighs match the one between them, Mel no longer has the patience to draw this out and wants you to cum as soon as possible.
Reaching a hand down under your conjoined bodies, she begins circling your swollen bud with two expert fingers, causing your hips to jerk erratically. When she presses down at the same time she swipes around it, the pressure skyrockets and you cum with a muffled scream, going cross eyed and scratching down Sevika's abs as you do. The pleasurable pain trigger's the older woman's orgasm, and her jaw slackens with a silent cry, cupping your neck as she paints your face like her personal canvas.
Seeing both bodies in front of her heaving with post-coital glows, Mel claws your hips in a death grip, pressing her sweaty forehead against your upper back as she chases her own euphoria. She finds it when the harness rubs her delicate clit just right, panting into your clammy skin and biting down on your shoulder as her body shudders in release.
Waves subsiding, the brown skinned woman straightens up and drags her gaze over to her wife, both of them sporting matching grins. Mel knows she has to pull out, but before that, decides to tease you a bit and wiggles her hips just so.
"Ah, s-sore…" you whine, voice smothered by the muscle of Sevika's quad.
She runs a gentle hand over your hip and apologizes with a smile in her voice. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I had to."
The exhaustion hits you almost as hard your orgasm, and you no longer have the strength to hold your self up, collapsing in the middle of the gigantic bed. Mel lies behind you and rubs your back, propping herself up with her other elbow as she starts to ruminate on the progression of the night.
The sound of a drawer opening breaks the silence of the room, followed by the metal clink and whoosh of a lighter. Lighting one of her nightly cigarillos, Sevika takes a long drag before instantly pushing the smoke out, observing the way it curls into the space above your drenched bodies.
"How you feeling, doll?" The muscular woman emphasizes the question by hooking her leg over yours and nudging it.
Thinking about how to answer, the only things that come to mind are that your mouth is sore, your thighs ache, and you're more lightheaded than you've ever been—but you've also never felt this amazing. In lieu of a verbal answer, you give them a shaky smile and a thumbs up, causing the two woman to laugh affectionately.
Passing the cigarillo to Mel, Sevika teasingly muses, "I don't know babe, I think we might have to keep this one around."
And though you've never been one for prayer, you send one out to whoever might be listening that they do exactly that.
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