sevika tried, she really tried not to intensely stare at your boobs. she didn’t want her girlfriend thinking she was some kind of perv who couldn’t stop doing it. i mean, not that she could blame you if you thought it...
in bed, all foreplays start with her relentlessly teasing your boobs. god, she could feel herself wet just from the sight of you taking off your bra and releasing them. and when she pinches your nipples making your body jump, which causes your boobs to wiggle... fuck.
while her fingers or her strap are inside you, she can’t decide between watching your boobs jumping or having them in her mouth. whatever makes you moan loudly is the one she prefer the most.
talking about using her mouth, it drives her crazyyy how your boobs can’t fit in her mouth. she was willing to try everytime, even with your breathless giggles reminding her that it wouldn’t work and the false complains about the saliva on you.
what about when you walk around the house using strap blouses? or only your bra? oh she can’t unglue her eyes from the way they move with you or how your nipples show. she’s in heaven 24/7.
medium boobs ♥︎
you never thought too much about their size. the average size never brought many ideas to your mind, maybe there is not too much to do anyways. however, with a girlfriend like sevika you soon realized the opposite.
she lovessss how her hands cup them perfectly. it’s the perfect size to squeeze them tightly, specially when she’s fucking you from behind. grip so strong that you don’t know if you’re squirming because of the dildo inside you or because of her hands.
she spend long minutes or even hours lazily sucking on them. if you’re sitting or lying while doing something that leaves room for her, she settle between your legs, lift your shirt and done! her mouth is full of your breasts. now you’re struggling to keep on whatever you’re doing, what a pity. but you can feel something gushing out of you, so...
sevika loves to slap your boobs. shit, the way they wiggle depending on the force she applies... and depending on how many times, you can clearly see how swollen they get.
and when you both go out to a romantic date and you choose on purpose some clothe with a sexy neckline, or a bra that hold them together... she can’t wait to get home and grab them, pinching your nipples until you’re screaming.
small boobs ♥︎
honestly, you were insecure about what she’d think about your boobs at the beginning of your relationship. what can be done with them? you thought. maybe she’ll just skip that part, it’s okay, i’ll get over it... oh, you had no idea.
sevika feels dizzy when she removes the clamps and your nipples are sooo swollen. it’s cute how sensitive you get, also. trying to squirm away because your nipples were tightly trapped by the clamps and now were about to be sucked eagerly by your girlfriend.
she makes sure to pinch them strongly, until your nipples are hard as fuck and she can spend as long as she wants rubbing them, using her saliva or your slickness.
if you’re still too insecure if she likes them or not, she’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, making sure that you’re looking at them, watching her play with them all the time.
she doesn't give up even if they're too small to even fit in her mouth. sevika holds them, squeezes until they’re both tightly squeezed between her fingers, perfect for sucking and licking.
in conclusion, sevika is totally in love, completely crazy about her girlfriend boobs, independently on their size. and she will make sure to show it.
⤷ Overview: In an attempt to make Sevika finish the third time, you ride her. But thoughts overcome her body as she takes control of the night.
⤷ Warnings!: Dom!g!pSevika, Sub!reader, Vika being ROUGH as hell, choking, passing out, at first reverse cowgirl, slight mirror?$ex, bruising, dumbification, aftercare, careful n sweet with you after the ordeal aww :((
Pt. 1 here!!
─────────────
As dirty as Sevika was, she never tried a strap. It didn’t pay much thought to her if she already had the package. But having you in the picture meant endless possibilities now, and she’d have to keep that noted.
You kept pressing on her tip as she hissed. She needed you, and it was evident.
“Use my cock, baby. ‘Wanted to feel that pussy since we met.”
She quietly begged as she clawed at your waist. How could you say no to her whining? Your head cocked to the side as a smile etched into your face.
“Stay still. I’ll do the work.”
You pressed her shoulders down not long before turning your body around and guarding your legs around her torso. You grasped her throbbing member that immediately perked up feeling your cunt rub against its tip. Sevika groaned as she bit back a ‘hurry up’ for the sake of being nice.
You plopped your weight down as your needy hole immediately sucked her in. You let out a sudden moan. Jesus—she was huge.
The feeling stung hard, and it didn’t help that you felt Sevika wriggle under you.
“S-shit.”
“Too big, baby?” She couldn’t help but feel smug at the mess unfolding.
You shook your head a stubborn ‘no’ as you impatiently started moving, not giving yourself enough time to stretch out.
Sevika’s eyes rolled back the second time you went back down. Your pace was painfully slow, and at first she thought she’d have no problem with that. After all, playing the waiting game gave her the prettiest and tightest pussy she’s ever felt—period. Your hot and sticky walls contrasted from faux play toys, something that not even shimmer can replace.
As your pace kept going gradually faster, a greedy thought came to her head as she bit her tongue.
What a waste would it be if your first time together wasn’t her helping you back?
Her body moved by itself, don’t blame her. You were about to turn around, trying to gently remind her to sit back down—but you didn’t have enough time when you felt a hand grasp both your wrists and pin you down on the bed, stomach first.
“‘Vika, wha—“
“Sorry, babygirl. M’not letting you lead two times in a row.”
She rammed herself into you, not letting you protest before she drove herself with an ungodly pace. She must’ve practiced thinking it was you. Because she was. Every night, every time her hands went down her waistband. She could only think of one face and one cunt she could’ve been fucking that night.
“S-shit! Baby! Slow down”
She let out breathy pants as her grip on your wrists became harder, and her mechanical one snuck around your neck.
“Sorry, pretty. You just feel so good around me.”
Your head started spinning as your thoughts became cloudy. Circulation was gradually being cut off with lewd and pornographic sounds bouncing through the room. When you let out whimpers or cries, she’d just ram into you harder.
“Wanted to..fuck this pretty pussy for ages now. Y’feel so good.”
“Nng-mmmhm” you couldn’t even talk. Think. Move. You fucked her like you lead this whole relationship. But now, you were here, dimmed down to her stupid girl.
She exasperated a laugh out as she watched your ass jiggle alongside her cock.
“Shit, girl. Cats got your tongue, hm?”
Your eyes were blown out as your only view was the mirror in front of you, watching her body tower this time instead of yours.
She seemed to have taken notice as she cocked her index finger on your chin to look up again.
“See how good you’re taking me, huh? My pretty girl gettin’ fucked dumb.”
Her brows furrowed as her grip on your neck grew a bit stronger.
“F-fuck. Got me cummin’ till I’m dry now, yeah?”
Your eyes grew heavy with tears staining your cheeks. Your conciseness grew in and out before you heard her bark out.
“C’mon, babygirl. Just keep watching us. I’ll let you cum then for real, m’kay?”
Your eyes shot back at the mirror but not with alertness. Her tip rubbed at the right spot for long enough that you let out choked sobs.
“Right there. Ngh-fuck. Right there.” Your speech was so slurred, you would’ve thought you went to her house drunk. She nodded her head as she pushed as far as she could at your spot, relentlessly going as she found her mouth onto your back, latching on and biting hard—enough to bleed before she licked the wound. Your sudden reaction made you tight around her cock, which made her moan a higher pitch.
You grew a knot in your stomach as your body jerked, a ring of white forming around. Where was she supposed to look? Your ass propped up, sweat making your back sticky, your facial expressions in the mirror. It was too much to handle. Sevikas groans turned into whimpers as she her seed gushed into you, then out. She had enough at this point to give you twins.
But just as her grip opened on your neck, you blacked out as your head flopped down on the sheets. Her daze didn’t last long as blood rushed back to her head hearing you thud. She immediately pulled out as her arms went to your shoulders and gently shook.
“Baby? You still with me? M’so sorry, I didn’t mean to choke you out.”
She swiftly picked you up from the back as she cradled you, her stress getting to your pulse as two fingers went at your point. Perfectly on beat. Thank god. She laid your head on a pillow as she scrambled to her feet to get you a towel and some water in case you woke up.
Patting you down, her intrusive thoughts won with licking the rag. What? She couldn’t let it go to waste.
The taste of you and her meshed should’ve been dripped in her brandy, a taste anyone would dream of for days on end. God, she wished you were awake so she’d be able to eat the remaining cum out of you. But Sevika couldn’t bring herself to do you unconscious (yet..)
Her eyes slowly panned to you to make sure you weren’t watching as she slowly went back to continue wiping your body down.
.•+*
Your eyes slowly opened to be greeted with rays of light peeking through the blinds. You groaned thinking it was heaven you stirred yourself up to.
But you were brought back to reality with hell of a soreness when you sat up. Was it even worth it to get out of bed?
“Fuck this shit.” You quietly said to yourself as you turned to the weight on the other side of the bed. An awoken lady, your lady, rubbed her eyes as she grew conscious of her view. Her eyes widened as she immediately got up, examining your face and body, with her hand swiftly tapping through every mark and bruise.
“Fuck. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much? Ya knocked out the whole night through.”
“‘Vika, calm down. M’fine.” Your hands stopped the occupied one as her eyes shot back to your face.
“Swear? Fucking swear right now.”
You laughed. She didn’t. You quickly stopped as you stammered and scratched your head.
“S-swear. I swear it.”
She let out a sigh as her head melted onto your chest.
“Good. Ya scared the daylights out of me. M’too old for that. Givin’ me heart palpitations like you meant it.”
You sheepishly laughed as your hands roamed her hair and back.
“Maybe I did.”
She shook her head, but didn’t protest because she felt too comfortable.
“…you brat.”
─────────────
“Aaaand post!” Ahh
Awaited part two YAY wrote this along the way, didn’t necessarily have an idea throughout this, sorry sweetsies :(( it’s pretty late so if there’s any grammatical errors, I apologize! Wanted this to be longer tbh ^^
when sevika meets you, it’s like something out of a cheesy rom-com. it’s the middle of a cold, grey winter, and there you are at the bus stop. hair in a tight bun, legs adorned with light pink tights, and a frilly leotard to match. your zip-up jacket doesn’t conceal you at all from the bitter weather.
the second sevika sees you, she starts unzipping her heavy winter coat. the temperature was piercing, but she didn’t care. there was a cute ballerina freezing to death right next to her!
“hey…would you wanna borrow this? it’s way too cold for a light jacket like that, don’t want you to get sick or something.”
and the second you see sevika, light blush on her face with a hand outstretched to offer her jacket, a thousand lightening bolts shock your heart. you don’t yet know who this incredibly kind a wickedly handsome person is, but you know in your gut that you will find out.
you get sevika’s number so that you can ‘meet up’ to give her the coat back.
sevika asks you out after texting back and forth for a few days. she invites you to a cute cafe in town, one of those pretty ones that are covered in plants and vintage art.
you bring her coat to return it, but she insists that you keep it.
she pays for your drink and your pastry without hesitation. sevika is fidgeting with her sleeves the whole time. acting all shy as if she’s some high schooler who’s about to hold hands with a girl for the first time.
the two of you spend a whole afternoon getting to know each other. you learn all about her mechanic job and her two dogs and how she really likes doing crossword puzzles. she learns about how you’re a professional ballerina and you spend all your time at the dance studio.
sevika is so smitten it’s unreal. and when she sees you wearing her jacket when your ready to leave, she knows its game over. her heart can’t take it.
dating sevika is a literal dream. she’ll take you to every rehearsal and be in the front row of every single performance.
after every performance she greets you with a bouquet of flowers and the proudest smile plastered on that handsome face of hers.
“you were amazing as always, baby. i was cheering your name so loud at the end! did you hear?”
sevika will rub your sore feet after you’ve been in point shoes all day. every dancer knows just how fucked up your feet can get from those things. she’ll help you soak them in a salt bath and raise them up while she gently massages the pain away. she’s always gentle with you.
sevika prefers date nights at home. her perfect evening with you includes cooking you dinner, eating with you in the living room while watching a movie, and splitting you open in bed.
on the topic of the bedroom…
the first time having sex with sevika is after dance rehearsal. you come to her apartment exhausted and stressed about an upcoming performance.
while you’re trying to rant to your girlfriend, she gets a little distracted. every inch of your gorgeous body is on display in your tight leotard. and the way your legs are clothed in those sexy tights…she wants to eat you alive.
“…and the choreographer was being ridiculous. my feet were sickled for maybe half a second and-”
“can i help you relax?” sevika interrupts.
she gently grabs your hips with a smirk, peeling the straps of your leotard down.
“so worked up, aren’t you babe? let me make you feel better, please.”
sevika frees you from your tight dance clothes and nearly moans at the sight of your body. bare and needy, and it’s all for her. she gently lays you down on her bed, kisses trailing from your lips and throat to your stomach and thighs.
she licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, warm tongue sending shockwaves through your veins. she groans at the taste, greedily lapping at your pussy. she can’t get enough of the sweetness of you. and your cunt is nearly drooling over the way she eats you like you’re her last meal.
“god, you taste so damn good,” she growls into you, eyes dark as she pushes her tongue inside you. her nose rubs on your clit with every movement.
you’ve never cum so quickly in your entire life. watching her eat your pussy like a woman starved, the feeling of her hot tongue, her nose on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. it’s no wonder your eyes are rolling back into your skull after only a few minutes.
you clench around her tongue, whimpering out her name as she works you through your orgasm. once you start squirming from overstimulation, she comes up to kiss you.
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 😋
ao3 link | spotify playlist
mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist
kinktober masterlist
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.
Sevika who’s used to her partners just wanting and taking but her never receiving.
Sevika who’s genuinely surprised when you voice your absolute need to taste her cunt.
“Why, baby?” She teases while two of her fingers curl inside of you. “Why do you want to taste me that badly, hm?”
“Because you’re gorgeous…” You manage to moan out while meeting her fingers inside of you. “…a-and I want to see if you taste just as gorgeous.”
It takes a big of begging for her to give in and lay back, sucking on the fingers that are drenched in your slick. You blush at the sight and settle between her thighs, spreading her open and grazing your fingers over the wet patch of her underwear.
Sevika gasps in surprise, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she tries not to buck her hips up to meet your hand.
“Baby, m’not gonna break,” she voices but it’s strained.
“Just let me,” You lean up to kiss her stomach, feeling the fluttering muscle beneath your mouth. Your fingers tease the wetness of her underwear and you can feel her slowly, and timidly, let herself rock against your touch. “See? You look so pretty like this.”
You’re not surprised to see her flushed skin, but you are surprised at seeing how vulnerable her eyes look. A little pleading and it makes your cunt twitch at the sight.
You’ve never done this before, take a little charge. You’ve given head before but something about Sevika looking so soft while you want to pleasure her makes you want more.
Makes you understand why she likes you beneath her like this.
“You look so cute,” The words bubble past your lips before you can stop them.
You gasp when her right hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck enough to constrict your breathing only slightly. “Don’t get too comfortable, princess,” Her thumb rubs your pulse point. “Remember who’s in charge here.”
“Okay,” is your soft, meek reply.
She hums and lets you go, lifting her hips for you when you start to tug on her underwear. You settle between her thighs, kissing the happy trail from her navel all the way to the coarse, dark curls of her bush.
You press a kiss there, too, inhaling her musk. You groan at the scent, lips still buried in her bush as your eyes almost cross.
“Christ, princess,” Sevika breathes, up on her elbows to look down at you properly.
“What?” You ask as you kiss her inner thighs, feeling the muscle just beneath the surface of her skin. Your lips suckle on random patches of skin, eyes on her before they drop to her neglected cunt.
She’s wetter now, dribbling down her cunt, clit twitching and hard for attention. The sight makes you grind down on the bed, giving her other thigh the same treatment of kisses and sucks.
“Princess,” There’s an edge to her voice, like she’s holding something back. Your eyes meet hers while your lips ghost her clit.
“Yes, love?” You breathe against her and she reaches between her thighs to grab your hair.
“Stop with the teasing, fuck,” She grunts.
“Say please,” You tease, pressing your puckered lips against her clit.
“Don’t push it,” she grits but her hole still twitches in response.
You pout, hands on her thighs. You know it wasn’t going to be easy but you also just wanted to taste her. Having her cunt so close and teasing her was becoming unbearable.
So you don’t push, you stick your tongue out and give her cunt a slow, hard lick.
She groans, head falling back between her shoulders, mechanical elbow holding her up. Her hand in your hair loosens after you give her a second lick, groaning against her cunt.
“Fuck, you taste good,” You mumble before using your thumbs to spread her cunt open. You point your tongue and trail her folds, feeling the smoothness of them due to how wet she is.
Sevika groans again, looking down at you while you map out the dips of her cunt with your tongue. Your eyes are already looking at her when she does, so her hole clenches at the sight of your eyes on her.
“Princess, don't...” She whimpers when you brush her clit with your tongue. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.
“Mm, don't what?” You say before you continue to give her cunt strokes of your tongue. From her twitching, dribbling hole to her hard, throbbing clit.
She doesn't reply, just moans and guides your mouth to her clit. You know what she wants but you let her grind against your unmoving lips.
“Don't tease,” She whimpers again and fuck, it's such a pretty sound. It makes your own clit twitch, slickening you further than you already were. “My clit, baby.”
You oblige, sucking her clit into your mouth, burying your nose into her bush. She moans and lets her body fall back against the pillow, her breasts shifting beautifully at the movement.
Your tongue rubs her clit in circles, spit already gathering at the corners of your mouth and her slick smearing your chin. You hum as you lick her arousal, feeling her hole flutter when you tease your tongue against her leaking entrance.
“Fuck, Sev,” You moan, one hand shifting to slowly sink your middle finger into her. She’s so wet, so open that it slips into her without a problem. “You’re so wet, love.”
Her hands are gripping the bedsheets, body rocking against your mouth and fingers. She’s only really gotten to be ate out when she was younger, so long ago, that she had forgotten how good it felt.
She didn’t even notice how wet she was, how much she needed this. She wonders how long she had pushed the feeling down.
You see that she’s gotten quiet and you slowly sink in your ring finger into her. “Taking my fingers so easily,” You tease as you nip her inner thigh.
Sevika wants to snap, wants to tell you to watch your tone but she can’t. She’s too busy moaning as curl your fingers into her and go back to sucking her clit.
Sevika’s right hand finds your hair, tangling in the strands as she grinds her clit on your tongue. You hum, flattening your tongue for her to use as you add a third finger into her.
She gasp, thighs snapping closed around your face but one of your hands held one open, allowing you room to keep going.
“Too much? Can’t handle three fingers?” You curl your fingers into her. Despite trying to talk, her hips are still pushing into your mouth.
“No, fuck, feels so good,” She moans, hips pushing into your face as you go back to sucking on her clit. “Shit, don’t stop, baby, don’t stop.”
You hum around her clit, making her gasp at the vibrations that prickle her spine. Her cunt is greedily, readily sucking in your fingers. Your nose is buried in her bush as you suck her clit, inhaling her musk and feeling the quivering of her stomach.
It’s intoxicating. Her taste, her wetness, her smell.
It has your own cunt sopping wet. You grind into the mattress, trying to relief some of the tension on your clit. It makes you moan into her, the slight relief. Enough to distract you.
Your moaning against Sevika causes her to whine, hips still circling on your face more eagerly.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Her voice is strained, like a choked plea. “Keep going, keep going,” she urges in a needy tone.
You weren’t planning on stopping anyways, but her pleas just fuel your desire for her release.
Your fingers curl with purpose, muscles tight as you find her spot. You know you did because she lets out a broken moan once you do, hips bucking.
Your eyes never leave her face. You can’t see her eyes because her head is tilted back as eager moans and groans escape her dark lips.
“I’m —“ she can’t finish her sentence before her left hand is stretching out to tangle in your hair. Both hands tugging as she pulls you closer, as she moans loudly and comes.
Her cunt pulses around your fingers, her clit twitching in your mouth. You hum as you ride out her high, giving her cunt deep, slow strokes.
Sevika takes a sharp inhale when her orgasm washes over her completely, thighs locking and trying to close. You pull your fingers from her cunt, hand moving to push her other thigh open.
“Not done,” you grit before delving your tongue into her. You moan at the taste of her, at how she squeaks and whimpers.
Your nose is pressed against her clit as it twitches in protest to being touched right now. You swallow her need, licking her clean but ignoring her clit, not wanting to overwhelm her too much.
She’s so pliant that she doesn’t fight the grip of her thighs, of how you spread her. If she wanted to, you’d already be pushed away by her strength.
“Princess,” she whimpers when you eventually return to her clit.
You pull back after brushing your bottom lip against her sensitive clit. In turn, you receive a soft shake of Sevika’s thighs and a whimper.
“Taste so good,” You move over her to peck her lips and her cheek. She grips your waist as her body calms down, resting her forehead on your shoulder.
“Fuck, baby,” She breathes after a minute, kissing the crook of your neck. “Mm, we should’ve done that earlier.”
You giggle and run a hand through her hair. “I agree.”
Content Notice: Smut, Age Gap Couple, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Rough Sex, Semi-public Sex, Crying After Sex, Comfort, Humiliation
Summary: The whole point of this arrangement was to let go in ways neither had in a long time. So when Sevika notices Mel's been clamming up whenever she gets close, her curiosity is piqued. The problem wasn't her, Mel had reassured, but the question of "what's your deal" hung between the two...
OR
Mel is a squirter and shy about it.
read on ao3⇢
“Come on, princess, let it go for me,” Sevika growled, crowding the smaller woman against the round table while she bullied in a third finger. Mel gasped at the pressure on her G-spot, and she felt the orgasm she’d been fighting off reach its peak. But a familiar feeling crept alongside it again, and she clamped her thighs together too soon, tapping at Sevika’s arm to remove it. She shook silently and contained, barely making a mess beyond her initial lubrication. She recovered rather quickly and pressed a chaste peck to the corner of Sevika’s mouth.
Perplexed, Sevika backed off as Mel collected herself, dabbing at her slightly damp thighs with a handkerchief and thanking Sevika for the “moment of reprieve”. Sevika let it go, settling back in her chair to look over her minutes.
The next time, Sevika had Mel bent over her councilor’s desk, thick fingers dragging torturously slow along dripping plush walls. The councilwoman cried out into her elbow, rocking her hips back to meet the agonizing thrusts as best she could. Then she felt that same pressure in her lower stomach alongside her orgasm and moved to stand up quickly right after the first wave hit.
Like the last time, and nearly every time since they’d started this whole escapade, Mel barely fell apart beyond a few whimpers and light trembling. This was becoming annoying, and as Sevika helped the councilwoman put herself back together afterwards, she decided to say something.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” Mel asked rather innocently, attempting to rearrange her twists back into their updo.
“Stop yourself early. I notice.”
“I’ve no idea what you mean, Councilor.”
There it was, that formal tone Sevika hated more than anything. Well, not as much as not getting to see Mel truly relinquish control.
“Cut the crap, Medarda,” she groused, caging her in against the desk, chemtech arm whirring faintly. “You won’t let yourself finish all the way. Why?”
A beat of silence passed. Then Mel sucked in a shaky gasp and pushed her way out of Sevika’s arms.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she bit out.
She did not see Sevika tomorrow. Or the next day. For nearly a week, Mel dodged nearly every single council meeting unless physically dragged there by Shoola. When she did manage to show up, she remained silent and pointedly ignored Sevika the entire time. By the end of the week, Sevika had managed to corner the councilor at a benefit thrown for undercity youth.
“You avoiding me, Medarda?”
“I thought that much was clear, yes,” Mel hissed through a too-polite and too-sharp smile, nodding politely to a passing merchant and pointedly avoiding eye contact.
“Look, I– I’m sorry I pushed,” Sevika sighed, contrite more than anything. You clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and I should’ve respected that.”
Mel fixed her with a conflicted look before sighing and grabbing the older woman’s wrist, dragging her over to a private alcove well out of sight or earshot.
“Look, it’s not–it isn’t your fault. I simply can’t discuss it in polite company.”
“Or private either? If you’d rather end this right now–”
“Bear with me, I’m trying to be nice,” Mel huffed, crossing her gold-laden arms. She cast a glance at the ground before meeting Sevika’s silver eyes with her hazel ones. “I tend to make a bit of a mess.”
Sevika raised an eyebrow as if to say “that’s it?” but let Mel continue.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, you know what I’m implying. It’s terribly inconvenient and not a small matter in the slightest.”
“That I do,” she gruffed, eyebrows furrowed in patience and confusion. “What I don’t know is why you’re so hung up about it. Honestly, Mel, being a squirter is nothing to write home about. You really think I’ll judge you?”
“It matters little if you judge me. All of our little dalliances have been rather non-discreet. Imagine if I were to stumble out of your office with a soaked gown.”
Sevika felt her face warm at the image and a lazy smirk tug at her full lips, a face that let Mel know she’d probably chosen the worst image to convey.
“Scratch that, imagine if another councilor were to see a puddle. On the floor. Near the roundtable.”
That brought the older woman back to her senses, and she blanched before nodding in acquiescence.
“Well, where would you need to be to let go?” Sevika sighed.
“Somewhere far less risky for one,” Mel admitted.
“Like my place?”
Mel looked up, wide-eyed. Ever since they’d started their impromptu meetups, the two had never crossed that line. Never let what they had going on cross over into their homes. That was the whole thrill of stealing touches in the council hall, their offices, and gala powder rooms. So Sevika’s almost-whispered and vulnerable offering was more than a solution to a problem… it was an invitation to something more… maybe something real.
“Do you mean that?” Mel asked, skepticism drowning her elation. “I swear to Kindred themselves if you are– mmf!”
A kiss, not hungry or bruising, but gentle and weighty, silently stole the doubt from her lips. Mel found herself melting anyway, barely contained moans leaving her mouth, only to be swallowed up by Sevika. Slowly, Sevika withdrew, thumbing the councilwoman’s plush bottom lip.
“That answer your question?”
***
Mel found her head pushed deeper and deeper into the grey sheets by metal claws, eyes crossed and heavily-lidded as those capable fingers worked her open. When Sevika hooked them upwards, she mewled. When Sevika crooked her fingers right, Mel groaned.
“That’s it, taking me so well, princess,” Sevika chuckled, flexing her thick middle and index fingers. “Can’t wait to see how thoroughly you soak this bed when I’m through with you.”
Mel let out a tearless sob at that, hips twisting as she clawed into the sheets, makeup already smudged and runny.
“Just minutes ago it was, “I’d hate for you to deal with clean up, Sevi, it’s such an inconvenience,” but now?” Sevika widened Mel’s thighs with her knees to illustrate her point, laughing at the growing wet spot where Mel lay writhing. “You’re fucking flooded.”
Mel tightened on her fingers, hips bucking back into Sevika’s unforgiving thrusts.
“Oh, you liked that? Answer me.”
“Yes! Please, I loved it!” cried Mel, shivering as a wave of arousal racked her frame. The wanton admission brought a genuine smile to Sevika’s face.
“That’s a good girl.”
It wouldn’t be long now, those telltale whimpers already leaving Mel’s pretty mouth as she writhed under her grip. Quickly, she slipped her fingers out with a loud squelch and flipped Mel around. With the cool metal of her other hand, she stroked her cheek.
“Look at me,” she ordered. Mel’s eyes, unfocused and bleary from being denied, followed the vaguely Sevika-shaped blob above her. “What a good listener. Now keep them pretty eyes open.”
With powerful arms, Sevika snatched Mel’s hips up and wrapped her flesh arm around them tightly. Her own breast pressed into the small of the shorter woman’s back, nipple piercings a shock of cold against fevered flesh. Screwing up her lips, Sevika spat right into Mel’s sticky cunt, laughing at how the councilor gasped and whined in response.
“No more hiding,” Sevika murmured, immediately diving in and lapping at Mel’s sodden lips. The curve of her nose nudged Mel’s oversensitive clit, bright red from under its hood. Her tongue, long and ravenous, dipped between soft outer lips and into Mel’s hot core, collecting the sweet taste. She groaned as it hit the back of her throat. The younger councilor squealed at the resulting vibration, kicking her legs in the air as her orgasm curled in the pit of her stomach. And with it, that previously dreaded feeling. Panicking slightly, she babbled a warning to Sevika.
“Sevi, wait, I’m– oh gods–!”
Just as the warning arrived, so did Mel, with a gush of slick spraying all over Sevika’s jaw, nose, and chin. It ran down Mel’s stomach, dripping down to the shallow valley between her breasts. Sevika grunted in surprise at the first gush before drinking as much of it down as possible. Then she dove back in, dragging her large tongue flat against every fold and crevice of Mel’s pussy, moaning as the already rich taste increased with her release. With one last suck on her clit, Sevika finally withdrew, smacking the side of Mel’s ass as she did and dropping her hips on the bed.
As her cries subsided and her breath evened out, Mel got deathly quiet. On shaky arms, she pushed herself up, eyes watery and bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
“Thank you… I think?” she choked out, face hot with embarrassment. Sevika grunted and brought her face to hers, letting Mel taste herself on her tongue. It was just as soft as the kiss that led to them tangled together on a mattress in Sevika’s apartment. When the older woman withdrew, she pulled a shaky Mel into her arms and stroked the narrow width between her shoulder blades, gently shushing her.
“No need,” Sevika soothed, licking Mel’s release from her face. “D’you feel better?”
“Yes?” Mel sniffled, snuggling closer between Sevika’s breasts. “I-I wanna feel like that again.”
sevika x f!reader, smut, established relationship,
strapping, top!sevika
usage of 'good girl'
(one shot, 1.8k words)
ageless blogs, minors, and men dni
reply to be added to my tag list ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
it was rare these days that sevika came home in a playful mood. work was weighing down on her, silco's pressures getting worse and worse, but you understood, you always understood. you didn't pretend to know the extent of the work she did for silco and she never told you—you just sighed and tended to her wounds whenever she came home with them. that was how you two had met, in fact. you were one of the more notable healers in zaun, always caring for others with a gentle touch. she had come to you all those years ago when she first lost her arm and never stopped. somewhere along the way, things changed between you two and well, now you have a shared apartment in the lanes and make good use of your free time.
speaking of making good use, sevika is in a good mood when she comes home for once. it's a pleasant surprise when you hear the door while you wash up from dinner, arms wrapping around your waist—one warm, one cool. lips press into your neck and you sigh contentedly.
"good day at work, baby?" you hum, feeling the way her kiss intensifies at the pet name. she'll never admit it to your face that she likes it, but you know her and her body well enough to know what drives her crazy. her kisses grow playful as she nips at the crook of your neck, hands strong at your waist and thoroughly distract you. the plate you were cleaning slips softly into the warm soapy water of the sink as you grip the edge of the counter, eyes slipping closed.
"couldn't wait to get home," sevika mutters against your neck, biting and sucking a mark into it that you know will last for a few days. you love letting her mark you up—of course, always places you can cover up so you can maintain some professionalism when you need to, but you like knowing they're there. pressing fingers to bruises on your collarbones through your shirts, just to feel the hiss of old pain, remembering the nights you two shared. "to you."
you mewl softly against her touch, her flesh hand coming dangerously close to the waistband of your jeans. you can already feel desire pooling softly in the pits of your stomach, surely manifesting itself into a mess in your underwear. you groan as her metal hand climbs up the hem of your shirt, sharp fingers just barely grazing against an erect nipple. you moan softly, pushing your ass back against her hips and feeling her groan at the friction.
"gods, i need you," you moan, head hanging, hair falling into your face as you struggle to remain standing. she always has a way of making you weak in the knees while doing barely anything. "fuck me, please, it's been too long."
she picks up on exactly what you're asking for without you having to say much more, a chuckle falling from her lips as she pulls away from you. you mourn her warmth immediately, but her rough velvet voice washes over you as she says, "wait here, then."
a chill runs down your spine as you hear her retreat to the bedroom. she returns only moments later, this time without her jeans, a strap comfortable on her hips above her underwear. you bite your lip, tugging her close as soon as you can and smashing your lips together with the edge of the counter pressing into your back. she pulls away from you if only to tug your shirt over your head.
her hands roam your chest, flesh fingers teasing a hard nipple as she kisses along the line of your jaw, tongue exploring the hollow of your throat. her hands lower, undoing the button of your jeans and tugging them down until they're stuck around your thighs, taking your underwear with it.
she's impatient, it seems, not even bothering to remove the clothing completely before turning you around and pressing your stomach into the edge of the counter. you gasp at the strong hand she has on the back of your neck, relishing in the way she can just push you around as you see fit. you've always loved how strong she is, especially in times like this.
you gasp as the strap presses against your back, not quite where you want it. her fingers find your clit, pressing down slightly before dipping lower and gathering more of your slick desire onto her fingertips. "so ready for me already."
"fuck," you gasp as two of her thick fingers breach your entrance with little warning, stretching and preparing you for her cock. "i need you."
she leans in close, her teeth nipping softly at your earlobe, the tip of the strap just barely teasing at your entrance, not giving you nearly enough. you whimper at the contact, relishing in the warmth of her stomach pressed against your back. "beg for it."
you don't need to be told twice. "please, sevika, i need your cock, baby, please. i've been so good, give it to me, please."
"good girl," she coos, caressing your face with one hand as her lips dive against your neck once more, sucking more marks into the soft flesh.
you're practically shivering with anticipation as her metal hand tangles in your hair, getting a solid grip on it before she presses you down until your stomach is almost entirely flush with the counter. she angles the strap against your entrance, just barely pushing in as if she knows this is driving you absolutely insane. you whimper at the slightest touch, chest heaving as you crave to be filled by her.
after the initial tease, she slams into you with little warning, drawing a pleasurable scream from your lips. her grip on your hair and back keeps you where she wants you and you don't fight it, content to let her fuck you however she sees fit. despite her initial roughness, she eases you into it, rocking into you slowly and letting you get used to the fullness. you groan, making an attempt to shove your hips back against her, but the strong hand on the small of your back keeps you from doing so, causing a soft mewl to fall from your lips.
"gods, you're beautiful like this," she breathes out, so quiet you almost wonder if she even meant to say it out loud. as if trying to hide the statement, she picks up her pace, pulling out of you almost entirely before slamming back in and keeping that same rhythm over and over again.
your legs shake and you almost certainly would have fallen if not for sevika and the counter holding you up. her strong hands ground you, even as you press your face against the coolness of the counter, no thoughts in your mind except for sevika, sevika, sevika. you already know if she keeps this pace, along with the gentle hand tugging at your hair the way she knows you love, you're not going to last long at all.
"sev, baby," you moan, the words barely sounding real as they fall from your lips mingled with soft whimpers and groans. you can already feel your climax at the edges of your nerves as she fucks into you relentlessly. you can't get over how she groans like she can feel it, too, the kitchen quiet save for a mess of moans and the wet sounds of her cock pushing into you again and again. you can feel yourself leaking down the insides of your thighs, surely coating the strap in an absolute mess of desire.
"you're doing so good, so good for me," sevika coaxes more moans out of you with her soft words, your hands white-knuckling the counter as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer. your legs feel absolutely weak as she slams into you.
your orgasm washes over you quickly, like a bucket of warm water being dumped over you as your nerves light up with the release of tension, clenching around her cock before spilling over it, making a mess of yourself. sevika continues fucking into you, barely even slowing her pace as her flesh hand moves from your back. she reaches around, trapping her wrist between your stomach and the counter as her fingers tease at your clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, clearly trying to draw another orgasm out of you.
you don't fight it, leaning into her touch as more incoherent moans spill from your lips, focusing only on the hand on your clit and the cock thrusting into you over and over again with little remorse. you love when she's like this—rough and unforgiving, not letting you go until she's done with you.
already sensitive from your first, it's not long before you're coming again, this time against her fingers and pushing back against her cock. her hand moves back to your hips, guiding you through is as her pace lets up only slightly. as you come down, her thrusts slow down almost entirely before she stills, her cock fully buried within you and her back pressed against yours against the counter. you ground yourself in the weight of her against you, your eyes watering slightly just from the pleasure of the stretch.
she kisses down the nape of your neck and your spine, sending shivers across your skin. after a moment, she pulls out of you slowly. you sigh, going to push yourself away from the counter, but she stops you with a hand to the small of your back. so, you stay there, hands braced against the cool counter as sevika sinks to her knees. you shudder as her tongue finds your inner thigh, cleaning up the mess she made of you.
her lips and tongue are careful around your cunt, knowing how sensitive you are right now. you sigh contentedly as she cleans you up before rising to her feet.
"baby—" you start to say, but you're cut off by her hooking her arms around your back and the backs of your knees, effectively sweeping you off your feet. you're grateful for the help, considering you're not entirely sure you'd be able to walk after that. "i can walk, you know."
sevika just tsks as she carries you to the bathroom, starting up the faucet and waiting for the water to get warm. "not if i've done my job right."
she sits you on the edge of the ceramic tub and you watch as she undoes the harness around her hips, tugging her shirt and underwear off—a silent confirmation that she'll be joining you in the bath. you reach for her hips, tugging her close as she bends down and presses a kiss to the crown of your head.
as soon as the bath is full, she climbs in, the tub barely big enough for her tall form, tugging you in after her and settling you against her back. you sigh, letting your eyes slip closed as she presses a kiss to your temple.
you love when sevika has a good day at work.
tag list: @puppyels @njm63522 @fict1onallyobsessed
Sevika is a switch. She typically tops, but she has exactly one (1) girl from Babette who she goes to so she can bottom and that girl is sworn to secrecy.
