author — technically, my requests were only open for sevika but since you’re (🧞♀️) special to me i’ll write it 😉
you have constant dirty thoughts about both your professors— and now that a tiny little mistake has led you to be comfortably seated in PROFESSOR!AMBESSA’S lap, what if PROFESSOR!SEVIKA decides to join in, too? can you take them both?
2.3k words . . . tags ;; virgin!r, college au, age gap, falling in love with your teacher, mentions of masturbating (which includes grinding, fingering, staining clothes with cum and such), fingering, finger sucking, several rounds, threesome, poly, praise kink and degradation kink both because we like it mixed 😋, double penetration, anal fucking, strap use, strap warming, groping, teasing, cock drunk!r, virginity loss, kisses lots of kisses, mommy kink, dacryphilia
You had always felt dirty for having dirty thoughts about her… well, both of them actually.
Sevika and Ambessa.
Both of them were your professors— that’s what you constantly told yourself but your body didn’t understand logic. Your pussy dampened at the thought of them alone. Your heart started beating faster as if it was mocking your lack of self control when it came to that filthy hand that just couldn’t help slipping lower and lower, til you were rubbing yourself, listening to their recorded lecture notes.
Oh, their voices.
They sounded so serious and gruff whenever she explained concepts in their own ways. Sevika’s voice was a little rougher and deeper in comparison to Ambessa’s, it made her sound like she’d really grunt and groan a lot during sex. Just imagining it was enough to get you off.
Ambessa’s accent made you grind on the arm of your couch, lecture playing over and over somewhere on your laptop that you didn’t bother shutting off. Her voice fueled your arousal.
Both of them. You needed both of them together at once. But it was wrong— you told yourself but one could always dream. So you did exactly that. Sketchbook after sketchbook filled up with sketches of their hands, their lips and so on. You wrote so many filthy little Google docs drafts of how you imagined them fucking you.
Sevika would probably take it so rough and fast, and she’d manhandle you till your body was covered in bruises in places only you both would know. And Ambessa would be a gentle lover, the kind whose words did more damage than her hands did— because quite frankly you were so lovestruck that her words alone would be enough to have you become a squirting mess.
“Focus, idiot. Focus,” you told yourself that day, trying to focus on the notes you were taking on your laptop during Ambessa’s lecture.
Her voice wafted, smooth and rich as she continued lecturing on… well, you weren’t really listening. Your head was propped on your hand, elbow against the table. The harsh fluorescent lights of the lecture hall made you sleepy, maybe staying up and fucking yourself silly over the mere thought of your professors fucking you in the classroom wasn’t the wisest decision now that sleep was attacking.
“I expect everyone to send me their assignment through my email by the end of the day, given the deadline is 11:59 PM,” Ambessa said.
You rubbed your eyes. “An assignment, got it.” You mentally noted as you packed your things to leave the hall alike every other student.
Bags were packed with haste, chatter filled the hall as lecture hour ended and you pushed through the crowd of students to make your way away from the loud buzzing world, heading somewhere to be alone where you could fantasise about the hopeless dirty scenarios freely without the annoying presence of other students.
-
You hated how you couldn’t control the way your body reacted as you relistened to the lecture notes to make sure you’d done the assignment right. Your panties were so damp it was distracting. Your hand slipped past the waistband before you could stop yourself and before long, you were thrusting your hips back at your own hand— chasing the feeling.
“O-oh… their fingers probably would feel so much bigger. Oh my god,” you curled your own digits, moaning aloud as your pussy clenched desperately.
Your eyes fluttered shut, wetness soaking your underwear and shorts both. It was soaked, and disgusting. But you could care less right now.
“Mmm…” you whimpered, “I need you both— shit…”
You laid back on your bed, hips raised up as you came. You could feel the sticky liquid soaking through your clothes. Your eyes widened.
“Shit!”
You yanked your pants off, throwing them away from your freshly washed bedsheets.
“Ugh, gotta wash ‘em…”
You pushed yourself off the bed with an annoyed groan, dragging your soiled clothes along. That was a good orgasm, yes but now you were rudely pulled back into reality of scrubbing your clothes clean off your cum before it dried and stained.
Later that night, you were way too tired to do anything else so you headed straight to bed and closed your eyes for a “little nap” which then turned into hours of rest. You woke up at 11:58 PM.
“Oh, fuck!” You launched yourself across the room and opened your laptop.
Homework.
You submitted it as quickly as you could, and just as you did, the last minute passed.
You sighed in relief before heading back to bed. “Close call,” you said to yourself before closing your eyes again, imagining how Ambessa would be proud of you seeing how hard you’d worked on that assignment.
-
When you heard your name on Ambessa’s tongue, you swore you felt your heart stop.
“Stay back after class,” she said casually, carrying on with the lecture as usual.
Did you do anything wrong? Your leg bounced under the table as you fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater.
Class was nearing its end. You opened your laptop quickly.
What did you send her?
Your fingers trembled as you typed in the draft you’d copied and sent her.
…
It was a sex fantasy draft.
You opened it.
Her fingers lingered only a little as she dragged the only fabric protecting my dignity down my thigh, “you’ve been so good this semester, my favourite student.” I quickly looked away, unable to take the embarrassment, “we shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered. She leaned in closer, voice tickling my neck as her lips brushed against my hot, flushed skin. “You act like you don’t enjoy this, little one, but your body betrays you,” the next time her fingers drew out, they were soaked in my arousal. Slowly, she pushed them in my mouth—
Shit.
You’d sent that to Ambessa.
By the time you looked up, students were already filing out of the classroom. Your professor didn’t move from behind the lecture, big hands resting on the sides of the wooden furniture as she waited for all of the students except you to depart.
“Come here,” Ambessa said after they did.
You got up slowly, cautiously, before making your way to the lecture, “I’m sorry,” you blabbered instantly, “I didn’t mean to send that to you. It was very unprofessional, and I get it if you want to restrict me from ever joining your class ever again, and I’m sorry. Please, don’t hate me, don’t see me as a creep. Please, please— it was—”
Ambessa held a hand up.
Your words caught in your throat and never made it out completely. She smiled, soft and dangerous.
“Did I say I was offended?”
-
Your heart beat faster as you settled there on her lap. She was much bigger in comparison to you. Her hand dwarfed yours as she held it. Her palms were warm, calloused from god-knows-what. Ambessa had a relaxed smirk on her face as she sat in her chair, her other hand working down your back, gently rubbing it as if she were soothing you.
Your panties were soaked before you knew it. This was too much for you.
“I’ve never really…” your words trailed off.
“Had sex?” Ambessa suggested.
You nodded.
“Virgin, I see,” she hummed, “shocks me, to be honest. Someone as radiant as you to have zero experience with sex.”
You didn’t say anything but your cheeks were a dead giveaway of your embarrassment.
“Your writing though, little one, I must say I was quite… amused when I read it for the first time. It’s not a usual circumstance for me to receive eroticas as homework,” she admitted with a chuckle, “but I hope you’re willing to show me just how good you are at what you write.”
Your eyes widened, “right here?”
“Why not?” Her smile rested lazy and easy.
You swallowed thickly before nodding, “o-okay… would it be okay if I kissed you?”
Ambessa blinked at you, she didn’t respect you to seek permission so politely. It was almost endearing the way you asked it with such a timid voice. Her hand cradled the side of your face as she inhaled deeply.
“Aren’t you just the cutest ever,” she gently pried you closer, “show me what you’ve got, sweetness.”
You held her shoulders, ready to grind down until suddenly— the door opened.
Sevika stood there at the doorway, eyes wide at the scene before herself.
Ambessa’s hand in your waist. Your arms around her neck.
Sevika’s brain just short-circuited.
She remained standing there for a good while before Ambessa drawled, “come inside and close the door.”
You turned to glance at her, eyes wide. Ambessa just smiled at you before beckoning Sevika over, “this needy girl has been writing erotica about both of us,” she told the other woman.
Sevika turned to you, raising a brow, “is that right?”
“I can explain, I—”
Sevika didn’t wait for it, within seconds she was so close you could taste the smoke on her breath.
You lost your words.
“I need… you both,” you murmured, then added in a softer voice, “please.”
“Aww,” Sevika smirked, hand on her hip, the other grabbing your chin and tilting it up, “you fantasising about fucking your professors, hmm? What a naughty girl.”
“Please…” you mumbled softly.
Ambessa reached down, collecting the wetness between your thighs. She yanked her hand out of your panties and held her soaked digits up for Sevika to see.
Sevika tutted when she saw that, “on the table, missy.”
You climbed onto one of the desks, hands gripping the edges tightly as you braced yourself. You felt fingers first.
Sevika’s fingers.
You didn’t know how you recognised them but you just did. They slowly pushed inside.
“Virgin,” Sevika said the moment two of her fingers were entirely buried.
Ambessa walked up in front of you, pulling you up by the chin. She shoved her fingers in your mouth before you could protest. You didn’t want to protest either actually. You just wanted them both to fuck you to their hearts’ contents.
Sevika’s fingers curled. You cried out around Ambessa’s digits making both the women chuckle in unison.
“Isn’t she just adorable?”
“Oh, yes. I only regret not fucking her sooner,” Sevika said, stroking your g-spot.
“I- I can’t,” you tried to say but it came out horribly muffled by Ambessa’s fingers which shoved inside your mouth without pause.
“She’s gushing,” Sevika said in a soft voice before you felt her thumb circling your clit.
She was good at this. Way too good for your inexperienced body.
Your cunt clenched around her before eventually you came. Ambessa pulled her fingers out first, they were damp with your saliva.
“We should get her outta here,” Sevika muttered.
“Yes, we should get moving,” Ambessa took her coat off and put it over your body, “let’s go.”
You hopped off the desk, “where—?”
But you were already being led outside the college campus and into a car.
-
You genuinely didn’t expect this. Now you were trapped between Ambessa and Sevika in the best way possible as you cock warmed Ambessa’s strap while Sevika destroyed your ass from behind.
She thrusted slow but deep, her hands gripping your hips so tightly you could feel the bruises blooming. Your mouth opened, and closed, your brain not being able to catch up with everything happening.
“P-p-please, I need more, mommy, please…” you stammered out.
“Yeah? What a fucking slut,” Sevika grabbed your jaw from behind, pulling your head back, “would you look at that? Your asshole just swallows me in, doesn’t it?”
You clenched, eyebrows furrowed, pussy dripping all over Ambessa’s lap. Tears flowed freely beyond your control. It only fueled both the women.
“Oh, she’s such a good girl,” Ambessa’s hand cupped your breast, “good fucking girl…” she said as she squeezed it.
“Yes! Yes I am,” you panted, eyes squeezed shut as Sevika slammed inside.
Your asscheeks jiggled with the impact of every other snap of her hips driving against your back hole.
Your brain was already turning into a mush and the two womens’ sex drives were far from satisfied. Sevika kissed your temple before she gripped your ass cheeks apart, watching the way her red strap fucked into your hole. Your pussy clenched, juices dribbling down Ambessa’s strap.
“Y-you’re so rough, I’m— you’re destroying my body, mommy,” you said, voice drunk and softened.
Ambessa squeezed your body, feeling you up, “that’s it, babygirl, do you like the way it feels to have your fantasies recreated?”
“I-it’s surreal!”
“That’s what I thought,” she pulled in for a sloppy kiss.
You didn’t know if you were even kissing her back properly. The burning stretch of your holes had faded long ago and so had the ability to think straight apparently because you didn’t even know what was happening anymore but you trusted both your professors to fuck you well enough. Sevika’s hand collided, palm open, on your ass.
You nodded drunkenly, “f-for you both. I’m all for you both.”
Ambessa kissed the middle column of your throat, “is that so, princess?”
You nodded. They both exchanged a look that only they could communicate in before they changed positions and continued fucking you throughout the night.
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you tell them how you love big noses.
── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, pet names.
── ⟡ ˙ yes, inspired on that iconic doja cat’s line 😝
sevika arched an eyebrow, looking silently at you as you stammered about your passion on big noses — her nose.
when you finish, she left a sly, cocky smile on her face, slowly blowing cigarette smoke in your direction. you closed your eyes briefly, feeling the strong scent and the light, almost invisible touch on your face. when you opened your eyes again, she was staring at you with the same cocky and amused smile, although now you were sure you could see the lust and defiance in her beautiful gray eyes.
“is that right, doll? how about you show me just how big your passion is?”
sevika devoured you as if it were her last day on earth, thrusting her tongue and fingers deep inside you while her aquiline nose pressed and rubbed against your clit, making you moan and writhe, desperately trying not to come too quickly.
grayson seemed genuinely surprised at first, looking at you with slightly widened eyes as you slurred your words and finished with a giggle.
once her initial shock had passed, she couldn’t help but smile, a genuinely flattered smile that even seemed a little embarrassed by your words; however, none of this meant she backed down or even considered not pursuing whatever your racing mind was thinking at the moment. she gently held your face, making you maintain eye contact.
“that’s good to know, darling. allow me to give you a taste of what you want so much, hm?”
you sat on grayson’s face for quite a while, writhing and rubbing against her, moaning and cursing as she expertly sucked you, pressing her concave nose against your clit, using her firm yet gentle hands to keep your full weight on her face without restraint.
ambessa didn’t take her eyes off you for a second while you spoke; her small, sharp, feline smile was already forming as you uttered each word.
after you fell silent, she set down the glass of her expensive wine that she had been drinking on the table in front of you, leaning slightly, but enough to make your body shiver and your heart race. she brought one of her hands to your face, almost affectionately holding your cheek for a few seconds before holding your chin in her hand, bringing your faces close and making you unable to look anywhere but at her face, so close that you could feel her breath and the sweet aroma of the wine when she spoke.
“you know what you want, don’t you, little one? well, i can give it to you. if you ask nicely.”
you ended up sprawled on the sheets, your legs firmly held by ambessa’s strong hands as she devoured you fervently, thrusting her tongue and pressing her pretty nose against your swollen clit, not letting you pull away even when overstimulation took over after your orgasms, making you tremble and beg uncontrollably.
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you tell them how you love big noses.
── ⟡ ˙ cw: fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, pet names.
── ⟡ ˙ yes, inspired on that iconic doja cat’s line 😝
sevika arched an eyebrow, looking silently at you as you stammered about your passion on big noses — her nose.
when you finish, she left a sly, cocky smile on her face, slowly blowing cigarette smoke in your direction. you closed your eyes briefly, feeling the strong scent and the light, almost invisible touch on your face. when you opened your eyes again, she was staring at you with the same cocky and amused smile, although now you were sure you could see the lust and defiance in her beautiful gray eyes.
“is that right, doll? how about you show me just how big your passion is?”
sevika devoured you as if it were her last day on earth, thrusting her tongue and fingers deep inside you while her aquiline nose pressed and rubbed against your clit, making you moan and writhe, desperately trying not to come too quickly.
grayson seemed genuinely surprised at first, looking at you with slightly widened eyes as you slurred your words and finished with a giggle.
once her initial shock had passed, she couldn’t help but smile, a genuinely flattered smile that even seemed a little embarrassed by your words; however, none of this meant she backed down or even considered not pursuing whatever your racing mind was thinking at the moment. she gently held your face, making you maintain eye contact.
“that’s good to know, darling. allow me to give you a taste of what you want so much, hm?”
you sat on grayson’s face for quite a while, writhing and rubbing against her, moaning and cursing as she expertly sucked you, pressing her concave nose against your clit, using her firm yet gentle hands to keep your full weight on her face without restraint.
ambessa didn’t take her eyes off you for a second while you spoke; her small, sharp, feline smile was already forming as you uttered each word.
after you fell silent, she set down the glass of her expensive wine that she had been drinking on the table in front of you, leaning slightly, but enough to make your body shiver and your heart race. she brought one of her hands to your face, almost affectionately holding your cheek for a few seconds before holding your chin in her hand, bringing your faces close and making you unable to look anywhere but at her face, so close that you could feel her breath and the sweet aroma of the wine when she spoke.
“you know what you want, don’t you, little one? well, i can give it to you. if you ask nicely.”
you ended up sprawled on the sheets, your legs firmly held by ambessa’s strong hands as she devoured you fervently, thrusting her tongue and pressing her pretty nose against your swollen clit, not letting you pull away even when overstimulation took over after your orgasms, making you tremble and beg uncontrollably.
WARNINGS: NSFW (18+) threesome, double penetration, vaginal & anal fingering + strap on sex, rough sex, and oral sex (r! x ambessa & ambessa x sevika)
It was your birthday, and even though you requested the day off, your boss made you come in to work. You weren’t at all surprised, but you tried to not let it ruin your day, especially when your girlfriend, Sevika, told you that she had something planned that you would love.
You drove home from work, pulling into you and Sevika’s shared home and noticing there was an extra car. You actually recognized the car though, it was Ambessa’s car. Sevika and Ambessa had been friends long before you two had met, and you had always had a thing for Ambessa, not anything that intervened with you and Sevika, but you definitely thought she was attractive.
You walk inside and you see the two women sitting inside. They notice your presence and turn to face you, your incredibly confused but you walk towards them. “Hey, your birthday gift is here” Sevika chuckles and glances to Ambessa, and now your more confused because obviously she’s referring to Ambessa.. but how? “What?” You say, trying to make sense of what she was saying.
Ambessa rises from her chair, coming to face you. “Sevika told me that you have a little thing for me..” she smirks. Your face heats up immediately and you look towards Sevika for some kind of help. Sevika steps closer “We are gonna fuck together for your birthday” she gets straight to the point which gives you relief that you don’t have to play a guessing game, but than your whole body heats because you realize what she just said. You are too stunned to speak, so you just look at both of them muddled with the new information. “Would you like that, hm?” Ambessa purrs and you realize how hot it would be to have both of them, so you slowly nod your head.
They both smirk and Sevika motions to you so that she can carry you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Once you reach the bedroom, Sevika orders you to strip as they both stand there. You start with your shirt, pulling it over your head, next your bra, than your skirt, and finally your panties. They both are looking at you like they are starving. Ambessa steps forward first, softly grasping your chin to tilt it up to her mouth so you can find her lips in a kiss. Your lips meet and find a passionate and deep makeout. Sevika walks behind you and begins kissing your neck and back, slowly palming your ass with her hand. Ambessas hand travels down your body to your pussy, and quickly finds your wet folds. She pulls away from your lips, “Your enjoying this aren’t you little one?” You nod and she drags her hand to your clit, you moan from the pent up need for pleasure.
She continues, her index and middle finding your hole and stuffing you. You were now a mess on her fingers, you were receiving so much attention, it almost made you burst. Ambessa’s pacing was rough, her fingers practically destroying you.
You suddenly feel Sevika’s fingers travel down your ass and you realize exactly what’s going to happen. They are already wet, so she must have used some lube, which makes her inserting them much easier. You moan into Ambessas mouth as both of their fingers wreck you. You feel your orgasam approaching and you come all over their fingers, spasaming from the overwhelming feeling.
They both slide out and you feel incredibly hazy. Ambessa removes her clothes and lies down on the bed. Sevika holds you and gives you a quick kiss “Go eat her pussy. You’ll get my strap once you pleasure her.” You nod and go over to the bed, crawling towards Ambessa, you put your face towards her heat and your ass up for when Sevika decides you’ve earned her strap. You get closer and lightly tease her with your tongue, she must not like teasing very much because she grabs your head and pushes it to her pussy. You quickly begin licking and sucking her clit and you hear her groans of approval.
You hear Sevika behind you and she brings her strap to your opening, shoving it in and going at the vigorous pace she knows you love. Your moans vibrate on Ambessas pussy and she must love it because she already seems to be close. “Such a good girl taking my cock so well” Sevika grunts from behind you. Ambessa begins to fuck your face again, hips rolling into your mouth and nose and hand shoving your head aggressively to get more pleasure. She keeps this up and than she lets out a few higher pitched groans that let you know she’s coming on your tounge. “You deserve a reward for that.. don’t you little one?” She gets off the bed and disappears, Sevika is still fucking you and you feel your orgasam tightly coil and than release, moaning her name loudly as you ride it out. She pulls the strap out of you and speaks, “Get up to your knees.” You do exactly that and now Ambessa is infront of you and you notice the pink dildo now harnessed to her pelvis. “Do you want us to destroy your holes?” You nod and Ambessa chuckles. She hands Sevika the bottle of lube that she grabbed and lines her strap up with your pussy. She starts out slow, but eventually gets to a pace that makes you see stars. You feel Sevika line up with your asshole, before slowly easing her strap in. Your now a moaning mess for both of them, the friction that comes from them both being inside of you. You quickly orgasam and Ambessas lips crash into yours to absorb your loud noises. They don’t stop either, and you weren’t complaining. It doesn’t take you long to reach your second climax and it absolutely rocks your body and you collapse into Ambessa breathing into her shoulder. Sevika pulls out first and kisses your back and whispers praises into your skin and Ambessa also pulls out gently.
“How about a bath?” Sevika asks from behind you. “That sounds nice” You reply as you all walk over to the bathroom. You sit down on the counter and watch the two women run a bath for you. Ambessa runs downstairs to make tea for you three and by the time she’s back, the bath is filled and you all get in. You sip your tea as the warm water heals your body. You realize something as you see the two women, they didn’t touch eachother, and Sevika didn’t come. “You guys didn’t touch eachother..” They exchange glances and than one back at you. “Would you have liked to see that?” Sevika asked, and you nodded yes. “Make her come Ambessa.” You order, you weren’t usually dominant but you wanted to see them together.
They looked at each-other and Sevika pulled herself half out from the tub, sitting on the tile that connected the tub to the wall, spreading herself open for you to watch and for Ambessa to please. Ambessa kissed down Sevika’s body and met her pussy. She roughly ate it, lapping and sucking like she was made for it. Sevika’s face tells you all you needed to know, her body gently shakes and deep groans come from deep in her chest as she comes on Ambessas face. They both return to the tub and you all make small talk as you get cleaned up.
You three dry off and change into comfy close, you fall asleep in-between both of them, feeling the most content you had in awhile. Best birthday ever.
I have a question...will you write for Grayson my beautiful wife😛.
I was wondering IF you do then maybe you could do one where Grayson and reader(chubby) goes to the beach and like Grayson sees reader in a bikini and she's like folding, like 🤸🏽♀️🤸🏽♀️ she sees reader in that bikini and just jumps on her and attacks her with kisses
Worshipped
|| Sheriff Grayson x fem!reader
|| Warnings; brief mention of weight insecurity, kisses, fluff, short drabble
|| Summary; when spending the day off at the beach, Grayson can't help but admire reader.
Requests closed!
Started; November 20th
Finished; November 20th
Tag List; @queriaumpastelagora @wreathedinantlers @reneeslvt (if you would like to be added, comment and I'll add you!)
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The beach. You can't remembers the last time you'd gone here. Grayson had the day off today and thought it might be a nice way to spend it. Boy, was she right. The sight of you in a bikini... she felt like she was falling in love all over again.
Grayson couldn't take her eyes off you. You were both seated in the sand, on your towels. She listened as you talked. Just telling her about your week and the things she had missed while working. Of course, Grayson listened to every word. She always did. She loved you, why wouldn't she listen to you?
Her eyes found themselves wandering over your body, again. Grayson really couldn't help herself. She knew you weren't quite done your story, but the urges got the best of her this time.
The Sheriff leaned over, her hand resting to your towel. Her gaze dropping to your lips, like a silent permission. When you nodded, Grayson leaned in. Pressing a kiss against your lips.
It was soft, smooth. Grayson's other hand came to rest at your hip, gently squeezing the soft skin to pull you closer to her.
You were always a little insecure when it came to wearing a bikini or anything showing like this. But with Grayson? Those insecurities seemed to just wash away into the waves. She didn't care if you had some extra weight. Grayson loved and cherished every inch of you. It showed in how she touched you. The gestures pure love.
Grayson parted the kiss, instead moving to your cheeks. Peppering them in little kisses and trailing her lips down to your neck.
"You're so beautiful..." She'd murmur, her touches making you squirm. She laughed as she felt you wiggle under her, her hand moving from your hip to your back," relax, darling..."
The kisses didn't stop for a while. She took her time, worshipping you and making sure you knew you were worshipped.
Annie takes the reader out with her shopping and learns that you have no clue about how to run a Moore man's pockets. In teaching you the way to demanding your worth, she also sends a clear message to her brother-in-law: Don't get out bid
Modern Day Au, Sugarbaby! Annie, Sugarbaby! reader, Dom! Annie
“ Oh I don’t know Annie. This bag is 600 dollars! I can’t get it.” you say sadly as you admire the Chocolate Leather Telfar calling your name. Annie looks up abruptly from the rack of coats she was examining to level you with a look of shock and awe. Annie had taken you and with her to her favorite private boutiques after Pearline had to cancel on her.
You’d been so excited, ever since you started dating Stack 11 months ago Annie has been so nice and welcoming to you at any gathering the twins and Bo hosted. This was the first time it was just an outing of the two of you and now you had to reveal how… lacking… your wallet was compared to hers. You had got away with the french tip mani and pedi’s but dropping 600 dollars on a Telfar on a random Thursday wasn’t something your wallet could do. This was also just you and Annie's first shopping stop of the afternoon and you finally had to admit financial defeat.
“Girl! Whatchu mean you can’t get it? It’s just six. It’s lunch money.” Annie says and you feel hot embarrassment under your skin.
“I just don’t have it Annie. Shit, I’m sorry I shou- aht aht! I don’t wanna hear that from you! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, because I know for a fact that Stack has it. Just sent him a picture of you looking cute with it, then boom, you got the money for it. Shit, if you look real good, probably more. The brothers are easy like that.” Annie says nonchalantly and your jaw drops.
“Huh?”
Annie eyes you with concern now, like you had bumped your head and was talking gibberish. “You mean to tell me that Elias ain’t in your pocket by now? He’s a 50/50 nigga?”
“What? No, no! He’s not, he always pays for our dates, he's never seen my wallet or he prepays before we do something. We always go grocery shopping together and he swipes his card when I put the bags in the cart. I…. I guess, uh.. I-I don’t know. But! No way am I having him drop 600 on a bag…even though.. Well.” You ramble off into nervous silence at the deadpan look Annie was now casting over you.
“Yeah?”
“You got Apple Pay or Cashapp?” Annie says gently after melting a bit at your discomfort. Wow, you really had no idea.
“Is Stack a gold man or a silver man?” Annie asks next. You think back for a moment, Stack definitely likes his gold, you even had on one of his gold chains he gifted you under your shirt.
“Gold.” you say, Annie nods then waves you over to the racks. "It's good that you know that, now pick a coat.” She directs you. You swallow and back away from the bag that begged you to pick it up, Annie points at it and you grab it before joining her at the rack.
“Find one that matches it while I holla at Rochelle.” Annie commands you softly making you sigh as she saunters off with her collection of coats. You scan through the coat pretending to not see the increasing price tag until you spot a beautiful calf length mahogany mink coat that went perfect with the bag.
“Uhm.. I got it!” You call throughout the store. Annie appears at the doorway of the large private room in the back and waves you over again. Once you arrive and close the door behind you, you gasp to find Annie dressed in the floor-length white and gray lynx coat she was eyeing earlier.
“Tell Rochelle your size and she can hook you up with a set. You’re with a Moore man now, girl. Men like that have too much money in they damn pocket and they make it our job to drain it so they can make some more. How much was the bag and coat?” Annie advises. You swallow as you trail your eyes up and down the beautiful woman.
Only that lynx coat. The only other thing on her body was a silver and diamond jewelry set and a white lacy lingerie set. Annie nods over at Rochelle who was flickering through sets of lingerie next to a locked glass case of jewelry.
“Uhmm.. 600 hundred on the bag, the coat is over 4,000$ dollars.” you say and Annie hums in thought.
“It’s a good start. Rocki, make sure whatever she gets is over 3000 dollars. You and Stack ain’t got kids, you can play around a bit more.” Annie says. You shake your head in disbelief but go over to the dainty dark skinned woman and get dressed.
Annie watches from her chair, drinking a lovely glass of chardonnay as you open the curtain to the dressing area to reveal yourself. Rochelle dressed you in a brown nude set with crystals the only thing to hide your nipples and pussy from view. A 3 layer set of gold chains around your neck, gold rings on every finger and diamond hoops. A pair of dark brown Throne Mink pumps on your feet and the mink coat on your body.
Annie hums as it's her turn to eye you down, checking out your smooth skin shining with shimmer body oil. Your tiddies sitting pretty as fuck surrounded by gold and your french curl braids all pinned into a high pony tail with one piece down and framing the side of your face. Annie rubs her thick thigh before beconing you over to come and sit on it.
A giddiness you can’t explain fills you at her dominating gesture as you click over and do as such. Annie nods her approval when you sit, she hands you the glass she was drinking on then fills it again before taking a swing from the bottle.
“Take your drink, girl.” Annie says and you feel a coil of arousal in your gut and do as such again. Annie takes another pull off the bottle as her free hand rubs up your back with nails grazing the back of your neck before playing into the bottom curls. She licks her lips and you watch her tongue before it speaks wisdom.
“Does Stack like your hair up in a ponytail?”
“I think so…”
“You think so?”
“All the pictures with his ex have her hair up in a ponytail. Stack paid for it for my birthday.” you say and Annie shakes her head as she pinches your chin between her thumb and pointer.
“That’s Mary, yous Y/n. Ya look real pretty wit it down.” Annie says as she reaches back and releases the tension. Your braids cascade down to their length around your lower back. Annie smiles as she tucks the framing braid behind your ear.
“Red. Any shade but I really like it when I have pink tips.” you tell her as your hand brushes her knee and Annie hums.
“There. That’s better. So tell me what you know about what Stack likes.” Annie asks as she hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, nails dragging up and down your soft skin in a way that makes you shiver. You drink down half of your glass in sexual nervousness and Annie giggles at it as she places a hand on its rim to stop you. You accidentally kiss her finger, tasting rose, and you hitch back so you don’t put it in your mouth. Wine hitting you like a mack truck, fuck, were your really about to fuck on your sister-in-law?
“Go on and tell me,” Annie encourages, “I’ll tell you now. Smoke likes me in silver, crystals, and black leather. Or his favorite color. What’s Stack’s favorite color?” Annie asks, getting closer to your ear. You swallow and think back to your boyfriend's preferences.
“Is that why you got them?” Annie says and shrugs. “He’s in a better mood when I have them on, He says my hands look pretty on his dick when I get pink nails.” you inform her.
“Yet, you paid for them today?” Annie asks with a frown, she tuts when she feels your cheeks warm under her lips as she pecks your cheek.
“Yea….”
“Add it to his bill.”
“His bill?”
“Yeah his bill, Stack knows better than to let you run around here thinking you gotta pay for a damn thing. You billin’ that nigga tonight!” Annie tells you sharply with a slap to your outer thigh in her outburst that makes you gasp and clutch the edge of her coat.
“Yes ma’am!” you gasp out suddenly, then muffle yourself in shock at what the Hoodoo woman just dragged outta you. Annie presses her hand over the irritated skin and rubs making you whine. “Go on and get another drink.” she commands and you do as such before Annie takes the glass and sets it on the side table with the bottle. Once away, she slightly smacks the sore spot then holds it with a pressing grip while her other hand turns your head. You pant as she speaks and sinks into you.
“Smoke likes it when I wear blue. If I get something in blue I get a little extra. He likes it when I smell like vanilla and roses. What does Stack like you smelling like?” Annie says as she gets into the cove of your neck and takes a deep breath of you, she hums.
“Stong and floral I’m not surprised. Jasmine?’ she says and you nod.
“Yeah, it’s the last of a bottle I got before we got together. He likes to grab it and spray it on me if he stays the night.” You tell her, going shaky and airy by the end when Annie starts to kiss and suck on your neck while grasping your breast in one hand. You gasp, then moans at her talents, blinking back as you feel your pussy tingle.
You press your legs together and Annie giggles on your pulse at the action and pulls back with a teasing smile.
“Brand and price of the bottle, top of your head.” She quizzes you and you blink heavily at Annie as your right mind has to find your brain.
“Christian Dior, 200 dollars.” You say dumbly as Annie says as he moves you so you now straddle her thigh. Both of her hands on your hips as her thumbs press into the sides and her mouth goes on your cleavage, you toss your head back and sigh as you follow Annie's prompting and start to ride on her thigh.
“Good Girl. Add it to his tab. Add it all up. How much yo pussy worth, Honey Tell me all the costs.” she says as you sucks bruising hickies on your tender skin all while slick arousal drips through the sheer mesh and crystal of your panties to wet her thigh.
“I, i, uh… Fuck!” you bite out then gasp when Annie slaps your thigh.
“Count it! Start at the perfume you let the nigga use up.’
“200!”
“Nails.” Annie dips her thumb in your wine cup
“175!”
“Hair.” Annie says as she makes show of putting it in your mouth and wetting it slick with her spit. You can’t help but lick your lips back at the tease.
“400!”
“Matching set.” Annie says her hand fins hold on your inner thigh and her thumb slips in through the side of your panties. The smell of pussy hitting the air makes your both moan.
“360! Annn!” you whine as Annie’s thumb flicks through your glossy pussy lip, searching to the top of it for your pearl.
“Shoes?”
“Nuhg?” You pant out, unable to think as Annie starts to bounce you on her thigh, thickness shaking. A sharp slap of Annie’s free hand on your ass cheek brings your back and you flush at the stern look of arousal on her face.
“Focus girl, you need to be able to count and fuck or you ain’t getting shit but lunch money from ya nigga. Shoes, brand and price?”
“Ken-Kendall Mi-miles! 615!” You moan out. Annie smiles as she hears your just as she finds that button in you and starts to circle it just right.
“Keep going now, Honey. Mink coat?”
“4,000!” you cry out then ground down with a cry, tears of pleasure ruining your face when Annie smacks your ass again and her thumb flicks violently on your clit in a way that jolts you.
“Exact price! Gotta make sure your receipt is correct, girl. Mink coat?”
“Can’t cum until the count is finished, Honey. How much that bag you want, Honey?” Annie starts to pump her thumb into all the while guiding your hips with her free hand.
“4,879! Fuck, I finna cum Ann!” you cry out with a deep whimper as you collapse in on her. Annie laughs as you clutch around her shoulder and your whimpers fill her ear. Still your ride, groaning gutturally as she slips her thumb down and sinks it into your pussy properly. You gasp sharply at the full fill, but Annie shakes her head
“Nuh, Uh… fuck! Six…six, fuck Annie please, I-”
SMACK!
“600!” you yell out finally head landing on her shoulder and Annie nods in approval as she turns her head and brings your mouth in for a kiss. You both moan into each other's mouths as your lips smack together your tongue lazy in ecstasy as you taste the wine off Annie’s. Annie pauses in guiding your hips so her free hand drops and she properly places it in your panties.
Two fingers sink into your pussy while Annie’s thumb goes back to resting on your clit. You groan out in whiny frustration as Annie just lets her fingers sit there, no movement, just filling you, teasing you with what they could do.
“Fuck me! Fuck, Annnnnn please ma’am.. Please let me cum. I’m so close.” you pant out. Annie’s laugh rumbles through your chest and echos through your ears as your head goes fuzzy.
“Finish your count. Add it up. Let me hear ya do it. I need to know the final price.” Annie says and you curse but moan.
“200 and 175… tha-that’s-s 375.”
“Uh-huh.” Annie encourages as she starts by slowly recirculating your clit, wetting it with your slickness.
“375 an-and uhm, 400? That’s 775!” you damn near shout. Annie gently curls her fingers and hits a new spot in your that makes stars start to fall in your head and draws out whimpers from you.
“Don’t lose count now, you quiet.” Annie teases. SHe slips her thumb out from your and places it on your lips.
“Take a taste, come back to your senses and finish adding Stack’s bill.” Annie tells you. You sway your head up and go down on her thumb, licking yourself off her. Annie motions with a nods and your tilt your head up, she stretched your cheek a bit, giggles at the fucked out look in your eyes.
“Where are we at Y/n? Where’s your count?”
“775 ma’am” you mumble out around her thumb and she pops it out your mouth then puts it back down between ya’ll’s laps and on that button that had your jolt on her.
“So polite. I like that. 775 and what?” Annie says as she starts fingering you again and your shiver.
“775 and 360. It’ssss, damn.. 1,135?” you squeak, your eyes roll as Annie nods in approval and she quickens the pace, prompting you to try and bounce again. Annie giggles as your too fuck out to try, leaning into her again, you bite into her shoulder making Annie groans. She shakes her head to connect back to the task at hand.
“Nah, stop distractin’! Keep counting.” Annie says and you moan.
“6,000!”
“And? Don’t forget ya bag, Hun. That’s why we are here, Honey. I’ll let you be nice and round it up.” Annie says she pumps fast, bracing you on her as you start to shake and cum.
“Seven bands!” You cry out as your eyes roll back and come apart on Annie’s thigh, pussy squirting over both of your laps. You moans are music to Annie’s ears and your tears are sweet as she licks them off your cheek before kissing you. Annie kisses you throughout your come down, rubbing on your ass and you swear you see flashes all around you but can’t decide if it is the room or the flares of pleasure still going off in your head.
After a few minutes of settling, cool dampness settles upon you and brings you back to your right mind. You pull back and take deep breaths. Annie settles back herself, watching you come back to yourself as she rubs your back.
“Annie….”
“Double it.”
“...Wha?”
“You counted it to seven thousand. Double that, that’s what you're gonna bill Stack today. Can ya stand?” Annie says.
You swallow and give a shallow nod with a dazed glaze in your eyes. Annie shakes her head with a soft smile and holds your hip down so you wouldn’t try and stand. Annie reaches over and takes an ice cube from the bucket the wine once lived in and places it in your mouth. You look away shyly as you chew the ice down, letting it melt down your throat. You open your mouth and Annie gives you two more before you can properly nod and say, “Yes ma’am.”
Annie helps you stand, you feel like a new born horse stumbling around. Annie holds your hand and gently pulls you towards a floor-to-celing mirror lined with vanity lights. You and Annie check out one another then yourselves in the mirror. Both of your legs had extra glisten to them, the bite you gave her visible on Annie’s shoulder while the hickey rested boldly on your neck and tiddies.
“Bag.” Annie says. Rochelle emerges from behind the dressing room curtain where she waited and hands you the chocolate leather Telfar. She then hands Annie her phone and a little whiteboard with 14K written on it. Rochelle then grabs both your and Annie’s phones and motions for ya’ll to turn towards her with the mirror in the back. Annie places an arm around your back and you naturally start to pose to show off your bag and mink and matching set and jewelry. Annie can’t help but let out a giddy giggle and kiss your cheek, you’re getting it now, you’re joining the program.
“Let’s take a picture, Honey.”
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Stack sighs as locks the safe and stands, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and records last night count on the books. Smoke sets a box of new cigars to sell tonight on the table. Before Stack can ask about the sample his phone pings with your custom notification. Stack smiles at it and Smoke smirks.
Then Smoke’s phone pings with Annie’s notification. Smoke smiles, Stack smirks.
“Seems out girls are having a good day out. Y/n stays all in her shell and shit. I'm glad she’s getting out.” Stack says before he opens his messages. Smoke watches his brother's eyes go wide and mouth drop a little bit before pressing his phone to his chest and looking towards the doorway.
On his screen you posed in the lingerie and mink coat holding the bag with your pretty pink-tipped hand. Ass out, legs long and ungodly in gold shimmer and your heels. Your tiddies poked up, hair cascading down and framing your pretty face as your bite on his chain.
Sweetness🍫🤎: 14k E-man? 🥺 I really, really want to show your my new coat in person 😚
Stack swallows, he turns back so he faces the safe again so his brother doesn't see how hard he was becoming at that. Before he can formulate a response his phone pings again, a message from Annie. Stack hums curiously and goes to it.
His fucking jaw drops.
There you were riding Annie thigh, wetness on display your head tossed back in ecstasy as Annie licks the side of your neck and stares with challenge into the camera. The next was her licking tears off your fucked out face. The text message that follows has Stack whipping around to drill daggers into a smug Smoke.
Ann da Homie: Betta pay ya bill in full before I tell Smokey to put a bid on ya girl for me. 14k is well within my allowance. 😈
Two months after becoming mothers, you and Sevika finally face a new kind of intimacy: the vulnerability of being seen in a body forever changed.
tags: explicit sexual content (18+), first time after childbirth, body insecurity, postpartum body changes, use of lubricant, fingering (f receiving), scissoring, clit stimulation, breast play, soft!Sevika, mild discomfort at first.
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You look at yourself in the mirror for the fifth time in less than a minute. The black bra doesn’t fit like it used to, your breasts have changed, now heavier and more sensitive. The c-section scar is a lighter line across your still-swollen belly, and you think Sevika will say something. You wonder if she’ll notice the new stretch marks, the faint red lines on your hips, or if she’ll just devour you with those hungry eyes.
The house is silent. No crying, no lullabies, no rattling bottles or formula. You’ve prepared everything as if it were a formal date, not the first time your wife has seen you without underwear since your daughter was born.
When you hear the door, you settle on the edge of the bed. You cross your legs, even though it makes the scar more visible, but you decide to stop thinking and pretend you’re the confident woman you always are.
Sevika enters silently, her usual scent filling your nostrils, your wife smells like metal, city, and exhaustion. Her whole being lights up when she looks at you, she smiles as if you’re a puzzle solved yet impossible at the same time.
“Did you already put the little whirlwind to sleep?” she asks, leaning on the doorframe.
The nickname makes you laugh, the baby is not even three months old and already has a reputation as a little dictator.
“Sound asleep. She has her mother’s sleep.” You offer a crooked smile, knowing it’s a lie, you haven’t slept in weeks.
Sevika drops her jacket on a chair. She doesn’t take her eyes off you, but doesn’t come closer. She knows you’re waiting, that you need her to bridge that space. "And my queen?" she asks. "Did you manage to get a little more rest today?"
“Your queen is on duty.” You touch your chest just to feel your breasts, hard and full of milk, and laugh. “Boobs on guard, as always.”
Sevika growls, a low, feline sound. She watches you, face half in shadow, leaning against the wall. “We can wait if you want.” Her voice is deep and rough, on the verge of breaking. “You don’t have to force yourself, love.”
The nickname pierces you. It’s been so long since she said it out loud that, for a moment, you forget about your soft body, the stitches, the skin that’s not quite yours. You’re just “love.”
You get up slowly. Walk toward her with unsteady legs but straight back. You take her hand, rough, warm, and guide her to the edge of the bed.
“I don’t want to wait any longer, Sev.” Your voice trembles, but you don’t look away. “The doctor said we should wait six weeks, and it’s been eight. I miss you, my love.”
Sevika doesn’t argue. She never argues when you use that tone. She sits with legs apart, hands on her knees. You look at the scars on her knuckles and the tattoo barely visible under her sleeve, your anniversary date, written in latin, and below, Silvie's birth date.
You stand between her legs, feeling her breath on your belly, warm and full of contained anxiety.
“Are you ready?” she asks, and the hint of doubt is rare, almost tender.
“Are you?” you return the question, stroking her short hair, feeling her damp temples from sweat.
Sevika takes your waist and, without looking away from your eyes, kisses your scar. A brief, barely moist touch, but enough to make you feel whole.
“I don’t know,” she confesses, “I never had to compete with a baby.”
“Me neither,” you respond, and both laugh, a brief, somewhat broken but shared laugh.
The first kiss on the mouth is slow, almost clumsy. You feel Sevika’s lip, split at the corner, and the bitter taste of cigarette, and you realize how much you missed this: the hunger, the gentle roughness, the way she grabs your neck to make sure you don’t run.
You bite her lip. You don’t know if it hurts, but she growls, deeper this time, and pulls you up onto her thighs with a jerk. You straddle her, and even though the elastic of your underwear bites your belly, you ignore the discomfort. Only heat and the pressure of her hands exploring you exist, Sevika’s thumb drawing a slow circle on your hip.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” she warns.
“Tell me if I look too fat,” you reply, half-joking, trying to bury your nerves.
Sevika studies you with an intensity that’s never subtle. “If I tell you you’re hotter now, would you be offended?”
You answer with a genuine smile, “Depends on how you show me.”
No more words. Just the sound of fabric sliding, breaths getting more urgent, the brush of searching bodies. You feel Sevika’s hand under your bra, the rough touch of her fingers on your swollen nipple, and the sharp pleasure shooting straight between your legs.
The next kiss is desperate, tongue, biting. She lifts you, lays you down on your back, watching, hands barely trembling. She takes off your bra. She’s not gentle but not rough either. Sevika covers you with her body. Her thighs press against yours, her pelvis pushing softly, barely touching your panties.
You take her hand and guide it to the piece of black fabric, breathing hard. “Do it,” you whisper, “please.”
The panties rest halfway down your thighs, wrinkled and sweaty, but when Sevika pulls them down completely and looks, the silence weighs heavy. For a moment, you don’t understand, and her blank expression frightens you. Then you realize: you’re dry. Nothing, not a drop. You feel heat on your face, shame cutting through you—damn hormonal changes.
You try to cover yourself, but Sevika grabs your wrist.
“Honey, do you want me to stop?” she asks directly.
“No,” you say, and say it so quickly it sounds pathetic. “Don’t stop, please.”
Sevika sits up, looks for something on the nightstand, and pulls a bottle of clear lubricant, you two bought it laughing, thinking you’d never need it. The click of the cap makes you more nervous than your own nakedness.
“Help me?” Sevika asks, handing you the bottle.
It’s cold and slippery in your hand. You pour some into her palm, the gesture is ridiculous, mechanical, but Sevika seems to like your clumsiness. She takes your hand and guides it, fingers intertwined with yours, until the gel drips onto your pussy and her fingertips start massaging with patience. The contrast of cold, the shy burn of first touch, the slow rhythm, all of it ignites you inside, even if your body hasn’t fully responded outside yet.
“Better?” she asks, eyes fixed on your face, reading every expression.
You nod, small whimpers slipping from your lips. “Keep going.” You don’t recognize yourself, you’ve never asked for anything so direct before.
“Do you like it?” Sevika insists, the pressure of her middle finger spreading lubricant over your clit in precise circles.
“Yes,” you admit, “but I want to feel you.”
Sevika smiles and undresses silently. Her skin shines under the dim light. You notice old scars on her shoulders and side. Your eyes can’t help devouring every inch of her body—her defined abs, which, like yours, have softened with life, her thick thighs, everything. Sevika notices and almost makes an cocky comment to tease you, but when she sees your wide eyes, the need in your gaze, she feels a shiver spread through her body.
She climbs on top of you with just the right weight, not invasive, not distant, and expertly parts your legs. The contact between her thighs and yours is warm, almost electric.
When your pussies brush, the sound is wet and sticky. You’re surprised at how quickly the gel simulates the lost flow. The friction between your clits is a leap into the unknown, and both of you moan, first quietly, then louder. Sevika takes your face in both hands and forces you to look at her. There’s urgency in her pupils, a need for you to see, to witness.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice breaking a bit.
“Yes, like this, don’t stop,” you beg, because the rhythm, the sway, the pressure is exactly what you didn’t know you missed.
Sevika obeys, hiding her face in your neck. Her lips find your favorite spot immediately and start kissing it urgently. “I missed you so much, love. I don’t know how I survived this long without you, fuck, I almost went crazy,” she says between kisses and whimpers, her hips picking up pace, the sound of her skin pounding against yours filling your ears.
You start moving too, pelvis against pelvis, trapping Sevika’s clit with yours, lips parted, swollen and sensitive, pressure rising to an impossible point to hold. The rhythm breaks down, rebuilds, and you laugh again, because it makes no sense and at the same time it’s the only thing that does.
“You like it?” Sevika growls, though the way your nails dig into her back and your moans echo through the room is more than enough to know the answer.
“More than before.” It’s true. You feel your body respond, your skin prickling, your leg muscles tightening.
Sevika lowers her hand, caressing your sensitive hole, carefully sliding one finger inside, then two, adding to the pleasure you already feel just from grinding your pussies, wanting to make you see stars after so long. At first it hurts, the dryness, the unfamiliarity, but the gel helps, and soon it’s just pleasure. She moves her fingers in circles, in angles, in every way she knows drives you wild. She goes slow, no rush, like she has all the time in the world.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, stopping for a moment.
“Just a little, but don’t stop, please.”
She obeys. With her other hand, she massages your breast, squeezing the nipple, and you’re surprised at how quickly it hardens. You feel milk rising, threatening to spill, and for a second worry about staining the bed, the sheets, Sevika. But she anticipates it: tilts her head and sucks your nipple hard, like it’s natural, and the sensation is a mix of shyness, pleasure, and relief.
The pressure in your pelvis increases, the rhythm of fingers and Sevika’s hips syncing into a perfect machine, a pleasure mechanism that forgets scars, births, and exhaustion. You hold onto her shoulders, her back, anything to anchor you to the present.
You come first, the wave brief but powerful, a spasm making you scream and cry at once. Sevika doesn’t stop: intensifies movement, presses her clit against yours, and you see her tremble, jaw clenched, forehead sweaty. When she comes, it’s silent, eyes closed, breath in bursts. Only at the end, a soft, nearly inaudible moan, like a shared secret.
Seconds or minutes pass, and you both collapse on the bed, sticky bodies, sweat cooling down. You feel your heartbeat everywhere, residual trembling in your thighs. The room smells of sex, fatigue, your new life.
Sevika curls up beside you. She’s not usually this soft, but now she wraps you in her arms, head resting on your chest. She says nothing, but her fingers draw circles on your side, on the loose skin of your belly.
“Did you like it?” She can’t help asking, maybe knows she’s overdoing it, but after so long, and with your body the way it is now, she doesn’t care.
“I loved it,” you answer sincerely, giving her a gentle smile.
“Think we can do it more often?” Another question. She tries for a teasing tone, but her vulnerable look gives her away.
You take her hand, intertwine it with yours.
“That depends on how many naps our daughter decides to take as long as this one,” you say, “and on you.”
Sevika kisses your forehead, and though neither of you says it aloud, you know it’s a pact. A secret agreement between ruins and rebuilt bodies: you’ll keep trying, again and again, until it works.
You fall asleep like that, tangled in her, with the promise that the worst is over, and the best—if you’re lucky—is yet to come.
Kinktober Masterlist
Sheriff Grayson x Reader
Warnings: Porn with little plot/Gun play/Choking/Mild degradation
“Cmon baby.” Grayson murmured voice rough with lust. “Don't forget the trigger”.
She leaned back on one arm, relaxed and in control, her other hand wrapped around the weight of her Colt Python right above her clit.
You could see the wet mark on her boxers growing as you licked one long stripe up the barrel
Your tongue flicked on her thumb, loosely holding the trigger as you looked up at her, batting your pretty eyes through your lashes
Grayson groaned tipping the gun up so it hit the roof of your mouth,b vcdfv slowly rising as you rose with her.
“What a whore..you love this, huh?” Grayson said, slowly pulling out the gun as you felt a slight twinge of disappointment
“But I’ve found a way to make this even more fun.” Grayson said, slowly pulling back the safety notch, spinning the cylinder.
“This gun holds 5 rounds. I’ve taken all the bullets out…besides one.” Grayson explained as your breath hitched slightly “So let’s play a little game of russian roulette.”
A shock wave ran throughout you as Grayson held the gun to your stomach pushing in on the soft flesh backing you up onto the bed.
Your heart raced as she trailed the gun up your body slowly. When she reached your breast, she nugged your left tit slightly making the flesh jiggle before tracing the tip on the gun around your nipple. The sensation of the cool metal made your nipples harden.
The gun tilted upward until it pressed lightly beneath your chin. The cool touch against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. Grayson leaned in, kissing from your collarbone up the side of your throat until she found the soft spot beneath your ear. Her tongue circled lazily around the lobe, a teasing contrast to the firmness of the metal resting at your jaw.
Your heart rate increased, feeling the tip of the gun as Grasyon sucked what was sure to be a large hickey into your neck.
“One.” Grayson said before pulling the trigger as your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation yet nothing came.
When your eyes fluttered open, Grayson was on top of you staring down.
“I love that expression on you my love.” She leaned down, kissing down your stomach gun trailing down before it squeezed between your thighs
The gun trailed down your chest, sliding over warm skin and the curve of your stomach. She let it linger, the edge dragging a line of goosebumps. When it reached your thighs, she nudged between them, slow and deliberate.
“You are so scared of this little thing.” She said, beginning to rub the long, thin barrel of the gun between your legs as you let out a whimper. Your body betrayed you, hips shifting toward the pressure, seeking friction.
“And yet you're soaking wet…what a slut.” Grayson laughed pushing harder into your cunt as your hips involuntarily began to grind on the barrel.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Grayson said, tone roughened by satisfaction. “Take exactly what you want.”
The friction built, your breath coming faster, every movement feeding the electric charge between fear and pleasure. You could barely separate one from the other.
Your breath picked up as she began to rub the barrel against your clit faster, feeling your orgasm right at the edge, until she pointed the gun directly at your clit.
“Two” She said pulling the trigger and hearing the click of the gun sent you over the edge as you came hard enough for your legs to begin to shake while Grayson laughed in amusement.
“What a dirty girl.” Grayson whispered pulling your panties down your thighs as you both bit your lip, watching the strings of your slick be pulled down with them.
Your eyes widened as she rubbed the tip of the barrel to collect your wetness before circling around your hole. Your heart felt like it was racing as the barrel began to stretch you open.
“A 1 in 3 chance, sweetheart.” Grayson groaned, “You should be racked with fear and yet.”
Grayson said, beginning to pump the barrel in and out of you as your back arched off the bed.
“You're gripping it tighter than you do my strap.” Grayson chuckled lowly as she angled it up just enough to reach your G spot.
The pleasure was overtaking you again but you couldn’t shake the thought from your head about the bullets as you saw her finger hovering on the trigger. You felt a certain adrenaline rush over you at the thought of the bullet being so close Grayson leaned over with her free hand gripping your throat to apply some pressure.
“One more round and you're going to make a mess all over this gun one way or another.” She laughed as your eyes rolled back.
“Look at me. Let me look at those pretty eyes.” You opened your eyes to look up at her, a single tear sliding down your cheek.
“One…” Grayson grunted, increasing the speed so you could feel the tip of the barrel grazing your cervix.
You looked up at her eyes, frantic as you heard the click of the trigger orgasm tearing thorugh you. Grayson let go of your throat to hear you scream.
She fucked you though your orgasm pulling out the gun slowly, making you feel empty as you watched her lick the barrel clean.
When you came back to yourself, Grayson was still above you, her expression somewhere between amusement and awe. She ran her thumb along your cheek, her touch unexpectedly gentle.
“I must be pretty lucky to survive my one in three odds, huh?” You stretched triumphantly as Grayson looked down at you, genuinely confused.
“Honey, you thought I would actually fuck you with a loaded gun?”
Girlies I really hope you like this one this kink is not my karma to say the least BUT i hope someone out there likes it. Tune in tomorrow for some real fun with @moonlitmedarda and I won't give away too much but Sevika and knotting is a fav concept of mine.
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Kinktober Day 21: Public Sex/Exhibitionism with Ambessa
Masterlist
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x female servant Reader
Words: 1112
Warnings: Public sex, strap-ons (r! receiving), anal sex, strap-on referred to as cock
“Are you ready to be conquered now, little one?” she asked, rubbing the tip of her strap against your slicked and prepped back hole.
You moaned lowly. “Yes, General.”
She ran her nose up your neck. “Ask for it.”
“Please conquer me,” you panted.
Slowly, she started pressing inside, the tip of her cock sliding into your ass. You both moaned as your body slowly accepted her. You groaned from deep within your throat when her hips came to rest against yours, feeling fuller than you ever thought possible. It felt so different to your pussy; deeper, almost overwhelming.
“Well done, child,” she praised as she straightened up, stroking her gloved hand up the arch of your back. “Not many could take this on their first try.”
You sighed happily at her words. “It was your training, General,” you gasped as she carefully withdrew, almost to the tip, then entered you again. “Ohhh, thank you for training my hole,” you panted, dropping your head to the table.
“Does it feel good, child? Having my cock inside you?”
You nodded desperately. “It’s wonderful, General, thank you,” you breathed, reaching back and spreading your cheeks for her, letting her rock in deeper.
She chuckled. “Oh, you are a devious little minx,” she teased.
You smiled back at the praise, feeling joy in your heart that your ass made your General smile. You moaned gently as she moved inside you, gradually increasing her speed and force. When she was thrusting into you hard enough for her hips to slap yours, she moved your hands away, holding your cheeks apart herself.
A knocking sounded on the meeting room door.
You gasped in surprise, but Ambessa did not.
“Come in,” she called, never slowing in her thrusts. You wanted to beg her not to let people in, but it was her choice who saw the two of you like this. You just hung your head, letting your hair fall in front of you.
“Oh! General! We can…”
“What is it?” she asked steadily, sliding her hands to your hips.
“Uh… We’ve received some reports back from our scout team. But perhaps we should return at a later time, General?” one of her advisor's suggested weakly. “To avoid any... Distractions?”
You turned your head, whispering to her, “I-I can go, Gener-”
Her hips didn't falter, still thrusting into your ass. “Do I look distracted?” she challenged coldly the advisor, not even bothering to look at you.
He paled. “No, General.”
“Then we shall discuss the matter now. Enter,” she commanded.
After a moment of hesitation between the Councillors, they all filed into the room. Half of them avoided looking at you; the other half watched with delight or fascination.
Tears of humiliation started to fill your eyes, even as your clit throbbed and your pussy leaked. You kept as quiet as you could the whole time, lowering your head to your forearms under you, sinking your teeth into your flesh, trying to stay absolutely silent.
Ambessa spoke with the Councillors, discussing the matter at hand – a possibly uprising and rebellion in one of Noxus’ newly acquired territories. They spoke in depth about reports from people in the area, any battle strategies, the topography of the region, any potential risks of sending troops to the area.
Time passed, and your ass started to ache from her thrusts, your hole getting sore, unused to such attention for so long.
After a while, Ambessa interrupted one of her advisors.
“What is taking so long, girl?” she snapped.
Your head shot up in alarm. “G-General?”
“Are you planning on taking all day to cum on my cock?”
Your face blushed even redder than it already was. Some advisors laughed.
“I’m sorry, General, I didn’t know you wanted-”
“If I had not wanted you to cum, I would have told you not to.”
You nodded. “Yes, General.”
“So, get to it.” She looked back to the advisor. “Continue.”
You focused your energy on trying to cum, rocking your hips back on hers in time with her thrusts. But the more you chased your climax, the more it slipped away from you. When you tried to forget the men in the room, one of them would clear their throats or say something a little louder, and you had to start your mental journey all over again.
Ambessa ultimately reached down, threading her fingers through your hair, pulling your head up. “You are trying my patience, girl,” she snarled.
You almost wept, knowing you were disappointing her. “I’m sorry, General! Can I,” you hiccupped sadly, “Can I please rub my clit? To help?”
She didn’t answer, instead pulled your body back against hers, reaching her own hand down and circling your button with her fingers. You moaned gratefully, now uncaring that the whole room could see your full nakedness. Your head dropped back against her chest, eyes closed as the pleasure in your clit started spreading through you.
You could faintly tell their discussion was starting to wrap up, just as your orgasm started to climb. Your breaths came in choppy pants, letting out the occasional moan as you rocked your hips on her fingers. Some of the more lecherous advisors watched openly, until Ambessa gave them a hard look, forcing them to look away.
Your orgasm finally started building inside you, heat spreading from your clit. You ground your hips against Ambessa’s hand and strap, eventually moaning aloud when you reached your peak.
“About time,” she growled in your ear, holding you as your body spasmed on her cock and hand, keeping you pressed tightly against her, running her nose along your neck. She held you whilst you came down, one hand holding your breast gently.
“Everyone, out,” she commanded the room. They all filed out on her order, closing the door behind them.
She eased her strap out of your ass, making you groan as your ass was finally empty, your hole throbbing, almost in pain. She laid you on your back on the table, removing the harness from her hips. Then, she surprised you by lifting her foot onto the edge of the table, fingering her cunt furiously. Only a few seconds later, she came over her fingers, her cum splashing onto your hips as she moaned victoriously.
That night, the two of you laid in bed together after a bath. As you rested your head on her thigh, softly stroking your hands over her hips, her hand on your head, your eyes were closed in bliss. This was how you served the realm, surrendering your body as a comfort – a toy – to the General, to make her happy.
Sevika’s strap was big, she picked out the color that was a shade darker than her skin just so when you rode it— it looked like you were riding her real dick. She fucked you like it was real though. Her hand remained on your throat as she thrusted in with feral thrusts.
“Look at me. Fuckin’ look at me while I fuck you.” Sevika growled, pressing your throat just enough for your eyes to roll back in pleasure, clenching down on the silicone shaft of the toy while your wife ruined you.
warnings! age gap (reader is 29 and sevika is 41), slight angst to fluff to smut, sevika is horrible with feelings at first (she tries afterwards tho), cheesy romance cuz why the hell not, yearning yearning yearning (a lot of it and then some more), cunnilingus (r!receiving), tribbing, sevika gets emotional during sex
men and minors dni!!
word count: 9,4k words
ᨦ ෆ ᨩ summary: sevika didn’t realize how much she loves you until it was too late. and after two years of living in regret, she’s done listening to her brain when she sees you again, going as far as to make a whole month all about you.
note: this is genuinely the longest one shot i’ve ever written and holy shit… i lowkey love this one, even tho writing it was actually getting on my nerves. i’ve also gotten sick while writing it, so excuse the quality in some parts (i really tried my hardest). not proofread so this might be absolutely shit. enjoy!!
sevika has done a lot of stupid shit in her life. dating that one girl back in college who turned out to be straight and experimenting. hoping that her relationship with her father would get better as she grew older. getting drunk on her friend’s wedding after having a very brief life crisis.
some have become a funny joke with her little group of friends, one that get a chuckle even out of her.
and then there were some that she just wishes she could forget forever. drown them in a bottle of whisky.
all of those memories are stored in her head. a mental list of embarrassing, painful, awkwardly funny parts of her life.
those memories love to terrorize her in the most random moments of her life. she has gotten good at ignoring over the years, but some days were harder, where even a hard alcohol or a good fuck couldn’t fix.
another thing that sevika always knew about herself, is that she has never been the best person on earth. she has her flaws, like everyone does, but she never had the need to lie about how perfect her life is. she knows it is far from it.
and with flaws, regrets walk along hand-in-hand. sevika regrets a lot of things, far too many.
but her biggest regret is ever letting you invade her life.
you, a woman who is just the complete opposite of her. you are sweet, gentle in ways sevika is not. you cared for her when others only pretended. you were, to her, the perfect person. she never understood how good you could be with others. with her. it scared her, really.
she was scared of how well you could read her, made her feel seen in the most vulnerable way. she hated it, but you were the only one who ever had the privilege to know who she truly is.
the only issue about this almost perfect, pulled-straight-out-of-a-novel relationship was?
the pretty big age gap.
you were 27 when sevika met you, and she was 39. you two met at a bar she was a frequent for nearly a decade, with you and your friends celebrating your friends’ engagement. she never asked what reason you had to suddenly approach her that night, but she still remembers what exactly she saw.
you, endearingly tipsy from wine, walking over to her with a pretty smile glimmering on your lips. your makeup was slightly smudged, lipgloss ruined from the wine. she even remembers how you unbuttoned your blazer widely enough to show her the slightest sliver of skin hiding beneath.
you were simply breathtaking, in a way that made sevika crave. and you were just as desperate, clinging to her side looking all coy, touching her bicep and feeding her ego with sweet compliments. she was loving it, deep down. having a pretty girl hung up on her arms made her feel invincible.
you were not shy about your desire for sevika, going as far as to make the first move. it’s what led you into her bed that night, and many more nights after.
she could never forget how desperate you were for her, a strange woman you met at a bar.
you were insatiable.
there were days where she had to cocoon you in her duvet just to keep you away from her. and sevika was never a woman who struggled with not having enough stamina. she had more than enough and then some, enough to go for hours, but it was nothing compared to you.
you were bold. hungry. feral like a rabid dog, sneaky like a predator. you knew how to test her resilience, patience, and restraint.
no warnings sevika gave you ever stopped you either. if anything, they would make you work harder to get her riled up, until you ended up bent over a random piece of furniture that was in sevika’s way.
but she never complained. it was what she loved about you.
and loving you was scary.
when things began to get serious, sevika felt cornered. what was first just a great sex with a younger woman, became more. and you both felt it.
sevika tried, she really did. but the nagging feeling that kept saying to let you go, knowing that unlike her, you had a whole life before you, was far too loud in her head. you were perfect for someone like her, and the way her heart was racing at the mere sight of you made it clear how much she loved you.
she never said it, but she knew. though she wasn’t sure if you knew it, too.
that’s why it had to end. she loved you too much to tie you down to someone like her. an older woman with her life a mess, who is more familiar with a bottom of a bottle than romance. she is only a mechanic with her own business, while you can make it bigger in life with your fancy degree and a way with words.
you needed someone who deserved you. and sevika knew it would never be her.
she couldn’t face you to end it. you were the sunshine in her life she didn’t know she needed until she had it. and sevika was always weak for you. the second your eyes would meet, she would chicken out.
so what did she do instead?
she sent you a text.
sevika felt like a coward, hiding behind her phone screen when she sent the message. yours came flooding her inbox immediately, and by the typos and short messages, she knew you were crying on the other end of the line.
you tried to reach out to her so many times the first week or two, calling and texting to the point where sevika was leaving her phone at home when going to work. not because it was annoying, but each notification that came from your number made her heart ache more and more each time.
she began avoiding spots where she could accidentally meet you. that one restaurant you two once went to? it did not matter that sevika had to go to the gym that way, she would use a different route. the area where you work? she did not dare step foot in there.
she even stopped going to her favorite bar for a while, the one where she met you. the last thing she wanted was to see you there, waiting on her, give her that sweet look that would break her resolve.
and now, it’s been two years, and sevika has not moved on since.
if anything, it got worse.
she thought moving on would be easy. you were just another woman in her life, a younger woman, too. she expected to be back on her feet within three months, jumping into another woman’s bed to forget you.
and she did just that.
except it had no effect.
no matter who she had in her bed, you invaded her mind like a parasite. a parasite she desperately wanted to get rid off, but nothing ever worked.
sevika never felt more pathetic in her entire life more than now.
she has thought many times about contacting you again. thinking about calling you, telling you how sorry she is, even going as far as begging you to listen to her. she even bought you flowers once, on your birthday – even though she pretended to not listen when you still were together – walking to your place with an apology she has practiced for a whole day.
but as she stood before your apartment complex, watching random people in the window of your living room, she chickened out. the bouquet she paid a hefty amount for ended up in the trash, and she drank a whole bottle before midnight to drown her sorrows.
she regrets meeting you, but she regrets ever letting you go.
she spends nights on her phone, gathering the courage to text you. her thumb hovers over the call button each time, but never really clicking it. she doesn’t even know if you have her blocked.
if only sevika knew you weren’t any better.
you like to claim that you have moved on. you laugh and smile with your friends as if your heart has not been heavy with anger, replacing the sadness that first prevailed. even after two years of absolute silence from the older woman, the situation weighs heavily on you.
it’s not the breakup that is the problem – if you can even call it that. if sevika were to tell you face-to-face, you would take it. it would hurt, sure, but you would understand. you would have some kind of closure.
but apparently by sevika’s standards, you aren’t even worthy of a phone call.
worth nothing more than a fucking text message.
you read it so many times it’s engraved in your mind since, haunting you like a nightmare. and no matter how many times you tried to reach out, she ignored it all. all your calls and messages, read but never answered.
that hurt the most.
dating after sevika has been rocky like walking on a rope bridge. always hit or miss, never going past a third date, until you stopped forcing yourself into another relationship that only deepened the wounds left behind.
as much as you try to convince yourself that you hate her, that you have truly forgotten all about her, you can never deny how you always miss her.
the smallest things reminds you of her. the scent of motor oil that always lingered on sevika’s clothes, to the way she loved her whiskey served. even something as insignificant as a smoke of a cigarette. you remember how much you hated kissing her after she had a smoke, which only made her kiss you harder.
you miss that.
you miss when sevika gave you her attention, not just the sex part. all of it.
and perhaps you were silly enough to believe that she loved you back because of it.
today was meant to be another normal day for sevika. after a long shift, all she wanted was to go to a bar, have a few drinks and go back home. her usual – though horribly sad – routine.
but ever since she woke up today, at 6am like always, she had this gut feeling that something is going to happen.
it started small.
first there was a woman walking past sevika with the same hair as you. her heart nearly stopped thinking it was you, but when the woman turned around, she let out a sigh of relief and a quiet curse under her breath.
she was being ridiculous. she last saw you two years ago. you probably changed your hairstyle by now, looking completely different. she probably wouldn’t even recognize you if she saw you on the street. at least she wanted to believe that.
then came the restaurant she once took you to. sevika’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest when she came to her senses, realizing that she went the wrong route.
she has been used to avoid this street, this part of town entirely. why did she accidentally stumbled here today of all days?
it made no sense.
until she saw you.
she was right about one thing, though. you really changed your hair. otherwise you look the same, and it scares sevika how easily she has recognized you in the crowd of people walking by. but it’s hard to not notice when you stand a few feet away, standing before an opened car, wearing black slacks and a black blouse.
you look professional, yet still so unbelievably beautiful. the way you stand there on your heels, a perfect depiction of an office siren. sevika almost forgets what she has done, forgets sending that stupid message. almost going as far as to step forward to walk towards you and wrap her arms around you.
but she can’t. how will she look like, after two years of radio silence, deciding to hold you as if nothing had happened? as if she didn’t ruin the best thing in her fucked up life. she doesn’t deserve you, and you deserve more than an asshole like her.
the moment passes when you finally close the car and turn around, your eyes landing on sevika standing not far away. she sees how your body stiffens, eyes widen in shock, and she is far from doing good herself.
neither of you move for what feels like hours. people pass by you, all in their own worlds, ignoring the two worlds that once parted have collided once again. and neither of you have the courage to approach each other.
at least sevika doesn’t have the courage. what would she even say? no words that come to her mind can ever fix the mess she has made.
but watching you stand there, perfect like the first she met you, her body works on her own. the soles of her boots against the concrete is the only sound that fills her ears, along with her rapidly beating heart – beating hard enough to put her in a cardiac arrest.
but it’s now or never. for the first time in sevika’s damned life, she follows what her heart wants, not her brain.
she stands a few feet away from you now, and seeing you flinch away makes her heart sink. not that she can blame you, but it aches nonetheless. she takes a deep breath to calm her pulse, before her mouth opens.
“hey,” is the only thing that comes out of her, and she groans. why are feelings so complicated?
your eyes lock with hers, and before sevika can continue, you finally speak up. “what do you want?”
“i…” the question renders her speechless. she doesn’t know herself what she wants anymore. a proper closure? an apology? fall down to her knees and beg you to come back to her? it’s all options, and neither at the same time. “i just want to talk.”
“two years too late, don’t you think? but you can send me a text message. that’s your thing, isn’t it?” you snap at her, and sevika winces. touché.
“look, i’m not here to argue. i don’t know why i’m here, anyway. and today of all days. but i know is that i want to fix this,” sevika hates the word that comes out of her next. “please.”
“but you said i’m too young–“
“i know what i said!” her voice comes out harsh and frustrated, but not entirely at you. “but i can’t get you out of my head and it pisses me off.”
you look away from her, and sevika is tempted to grab you by the chin and make you look at her. just like she used to when your eyes closed, or darted away from her when she brought you to cloud nine and back. but she can’t. not after everything.
“i know i don’t deserve a second chance, not after the bullshit i did,” she hesitates for a moment, “give me one night. that’s all i want. you can yell at me, slap me, scalp me for all i care. just… just give me that.”
that’s when your eyes lock with hers, looking bewildered like a deer in the headlights. your face switches between various emotions. angry, shocked, ready to slap the audacity out of sevika for even suggesting ever meeting again.
the silence feels heavy like a storm cloud, and for a second, sevika believes that you will reject her. she wouldn’t hold it against you if you did, but a part of her prays to win you over again, to have you back in her life even after she let you go.
and as she’s opening her mouth to speak, you beat her to it.
“fine. one night. that’s all you’re getting.”
instant relief floods through sevika’s body like a whisky, warming her up. she tries not to let it show, but the way her flesh fingers twitch ever so slightly give away her true feelings. she hates how easily you pull a reaction out of her.
her lips curl up in a ghost of a smile. “i’ll pick you up on friday, 6pm.”
it is finally friday. the clock on the wall of your bedroom ticks away 5.30, only thirty minutes before sevika shows up.
and you’re nowhere near as ready as you have hoped.
you have absolutely no idea why you had agreed in the first place. the closure, perhaps? wanting to hear her out? or maybe… maybe, somewhere deep in your heart, you want to see her one more time before fate does its job.
the scene keeps repeating in your head, playing out possible ‘what if’s in your head, as if that’s going to help. you cannot change the past now. you promised, and saying no to her, even after what she had done, is easier said than done.
you probably should have said no. make things easier for yourself.
but it’s hard to deny the effect she still has on you. how her voice sends shivers down your spine, like it used to before. how her big frame towers over yours, and how it makes you want to be in her mercy – in her arms, where you once felt so safe.
you’re still under her spell, and you can deny it all you want.
not even ten minutes pass when a ringing sound of a doorbell pierces your ears, making you flinch by the mirror. she’s here early, and your stomach is tied in knots.
it’s now or never.
you check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing up the buttons of your blazer vest, mostly just to make her wait. you had to wait for two whole years, she can handle two minutes.
“you can do it…” you whisper to your reflection as if it can support you back, taking a deep breath before you walk towards the door. you hang the bag over your shoulder, put on your shoes, and with one last sigh, you leave your apartment.
the soles of your platforms thud against the steps as you descend, unsteady like a fading heartbeat. not even halfway down, you consider walking back up and ditch sevika on this date – if you can even call it that.
there is nothing more to it then closure, you convince yourself. or try to, at least.
because the second you open the main entrance and see sevika standing in front of you, every thought in your mind evaporates like a mist over boiling kettle. you are back to the days when you were together, head over heels and heartbeat embarrassingly loud.
her broad frame towers over you, dark maroon shirt perfectly hugging her upper body, and exposing enough of her sternum with three buttons undone. the hem is tucked in her pants, tight slacks that hug her thighs just right, showing off her muscles for the world to admire.
she must be doing this on purpose, you are sure of it.
and as you are admiring her, sevika is busy taking you in. you notice her throat moving as she swallows, her eyes raving over your suit-clad body. her mouth opens, then closes, then opens again like a fish stuck on land.
a small flicker of confidence lights up in you, knowing you still have an effect on her.
a minute passes, the two of you standing there in awkward silence.
until sevika clears her throat. “ready?”
“ready,” you nod, lying through your teeth.
sevika walks you to her car, hand hovering over your back, but never really touching. she opens the door for you, waiting until you sit before walking to the driver’s seat.
the ride is quiet, too quiet. you have nothing to say, and by the way sevika’s jaw is set tight, you can tell she wants to say too much but doesn’t know how to start.
you set your eyes on the view outside, watching as the scenery passes by. anything to keep yourself occupied so you won’t look at sevika.
but she forces you when she speaks up.
“you… you look great,” the words come out strained, like her mouth worked before her brain did.
you stay still, lips pursed together as you watch her. steel grey eyes set on the road, flesh hand on the steering wheel while the prosthetic one digs into her thigh. her nostrils are flared, eyebrows furrowed, and you cannot really read what she’s thinking right now.
your silence makes sevika groan. “you can at least acknowledge that i’m talking.”
“i’m looking at you. isn’t that enough?”
“i know you’re angry–“
“angry doesn’t even fucking cover how i feel, sevika,” you cut her off, sharp and loud.
“you know words aren’t my strong suit,” sevika mutters, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.
“yeah, i know. you prefer texts,” you jab where it hurts the most, not only her but you. “you’re expert at that.”
“for fuck’s sake.”
“what? can’t handle the truth? can’t handle that i’m not jumping into your arms and accepting whatever excuse you have prepared for me?” question after question pours out your mouth in an angry outburst, questions that don’t have an answer.
not one that would make your anger less explosive, anyway.
“i’m trying, okay?”
“you should’ve tried two years ago, sevika! you kick me in the ass through a fucking text, and now you think i’m gonna be all hot and bothered for you?”
“just shut up!”
sevika’s voice is a roar of frustration, helplessness and anger. she makes a sharp turn right, your face nearly kissing the window, parking at a random place where it’s all suspiciously quiet.
she turns to you, and you watch how her expression twitches. tightens and loosens repeatedly, fighting whatever bomb of emotion is ticking within her.
“i know i fucked up, majorly. and i get that you probably hate me ‘cause of it,” she takes a deep breath, “but there hasn’t been a day where i haven’t regretted the bullshit i’ve done. i tried so many times to contact you, visit you… do anything to see you again. but i couldn’t.”
“why? why couldn’t you, huh?” you press on, forcing the answer out of her one way or another.
she glances away when she speaks up again, “because you deserve someone better than me. someone who’ll give you a good life, who’d be on the same wavelength as you. the same age as you. i have… nothing to give you besides a good fuck.”
you think for a second that your ears are deceiving you. hearing doubts from a woman who looked nothing but confidence herself, smirking at you whenever she showed off, always so sure of herself… it feels strange. but it doesn’t do anything to cool you off.
it only makes you angrier.
“so you just… decided to make a decision for me? do you think i’m that incompetent to know what i want?” your heart is beating out of your chest, the onslaught of emotions feeling heavy on your sternum. “i’m almost thirty, sevika. i’m not a little naive girl who doesn’t know what she wants. you can’t make decisions for me!”
“i know that now, and- and i’m sorry,” the apology is barely audible when sevika utters it. “please, give me a chance to fix it.”
“fix how? you think you can’t fix two years of distance in one night?”
“give me a month,” sevika says without hesitation.
your eyes narrow, eyebrow raised. “what?”
“a month. thirty days. i’ll do all i can to fix this. fix us,” it is the most desperate you’ve ever heard her, and you don’t want to admit how it hits you.
thirty days. you can’t even believe you are thinking of agreeing to it. you shouldn’t be, not after what she has done. but with the way she is looking at you, expecting you to give her the benefit of the doubt, it makes you weak. she hits all the weak spots in you, and you wonder if she even realizes this.
“can’t believe i’m considering it,” you scoff, but it’s not bitter anymore. exasperated, perhaps. “alright. we can try, i guess.”
and when sevika takes your hand in hers, muttering a silent ‘thank you’, you want to believe that she is being sincere with you.
“starting tonight, i promise i’ll do anything to make it right,” she whispers to you, her voice soft and comforting.
when her hand leaves yours to focus back on driving, you start missing the warmth of it. it was the warmest she has touched you, filled with promises that fill you with a speckle of happiness. you don’t even catch the smile on your face.
but sevika does, from the corner of her eye. she sees how your lips curl up ever so slightly, how your eyes suddenly seem more lively than a moment ago. your muscles aren’t taut like a string anymore, and she takes it as a good sign that maybe she will win you back.
she must.
the rest of the ride goes silently, until she stops by a familiar place. the pub where you first met. you haven’t been there ever since sevika broke things off, but it hasn’t changed at all.
and when she walks inside with you by her side, a lively hum of people having fun greets you. it’s not overwhelmingly loud or crowded, a typical friday night after a long week.
sevika leads you to an empty booth, far from others so you can have some privacy. her eyes never leave you, and it is a little awkward at first. even as you order, she never seems to look away, as if she’s afraid to do so.
“i won’t disappear, y’know. stop gawking at me like a hawk,” you huff.
“can’t help it,” sevika mumbles, and a small smirk grows on her full lips. typical. “what if i look away for a second and you’ll leave?” her words are meant to be a joke, but you can see a flicker of worry in her eyes.
she’s being serious, even if she tries to hide it behind her typical bravado. she really hasn’t changed at all.
the rest of the night falls into a soothing rhythm. the tension is not as intense, but it’s clear neither of you want to dive into more serious topics. you’re on a pause – a moment that’s just for you to enjoy before the talk will become inevitable.
when sevika’s lazy smile drops and she sets her whisky on the table, you know that the moment comes now.
“i’ve never gotten over you, y’know. what we had,” she sighs, and for the first time she looks away. “i just couldn’t handle the thought that you would one day regret settling for me.”
“that doesn’t excuse the break up through text,” you retort.
“i know,” she pinches the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut.
“i deserved more than a shitty text, sevika.”
“i know that.”
“don’t you have anything better to say than ‘i know’? because to me, it seems like you don’t know shit,” her answers – or rather lack-there-of – makes you bristle, hand clenching around the glass so tight it could break under the pressure.
“will you ever stop throwing it into my face like that?” sevika snaps at you, unable to keep her frustration at bay.
“you have any idea how much it hurts? to receive a fucking text from a woman you love that ‘i’m too young, and i don’t know what i want in life yet?’ so i’m sorry if i’m hurting your feelings now, because you did it it to me first.”
whatever has been bubbling within sevika slowly evaporated, seeing how you slump against the chair as you continue to blame her – and rightfully so. she has no right to be angry at you, when she’s the one who did this.
so she shuts up. takes everything you were definitely bottling up in you for the past two years. you don’t receive words, only hums and nods as she lets herself be berated for her sheer stupidity. and as you ramble on, tears gathering in your eyes, sevika can only think one thing.
you’re beautiful even when you’re angry at her.
sevika only reaches out when the tears start to fall, standing from her seat to nestle against your side, her strong arm wrapping around your trembling body. and you melt into her warmth, just like old times. it feels right, just how it used to.
but this time, sevika will not let it go.
“i’ll make it right, i promise,” she whispers, full of conviction, landing a tender kiss into your hair.
and you might finally let yourself believe her.
you’re surprised by how much sevika still remembers about you.
yesterday, she got you your favorite flowers, something you once briefly mentioned, never expecting her to even catch it. you certainly never would expect a woman like sevika to remember something so small. unimportant by her standards. but as you held the bouquet in your hands, watching as sevika’s eyes flickered from one place to another, you felt that familiar warmth bloom in your chest.
you haven’t felt that in a while.
and today, she took you to the bistro you used to visit back in your college days, still as lively as it was years ago. you don’t even remember ever telling her about it, or what order you always got.
yet before you could open your mouth, sevika ordered for you, everything to a t.
“can’t believe you remember so much about me,” you mumble with your mouth full, to which sevika chuckled.
“what? can’t be sentimental once in my damn life?” she scoffed.
“i’m serious. even my family doesn’t know as much as you do,” you poke the food around as you speak.
“i may not look like it, but i pay attention. especially if it’s you.”
“if it’s me,” you mutter under your breath, a small grin growing on your lips. “never thought the big scary sevika would be so soft.”
“tease me like that and i’ll stop,” she points the fork at you, as if ready to poke you, but the melodic tone of her laugh that follows tells you all you need to know.
she definitely won’t stop now.
“an amusement park? really?”
“what? think i’m too old for that?” sevika’s thick brow quirks up, arm set on her hip.
the way she reacted makes you laugh way too loudly than you intended, making people stare at the two of you. “aren’t we both a little too old for plushies and cotton candy?”
“just you wait,” she tsks before taking you by the wrist and dragging you to the entrance.
sevika pays for the tickets, her warm hand never letting you go. she holds you like a kid holding a balloon, afraid that you’ll float away if she lets you go. and whenever you tug and pull, her grip just tightens, leaving you no other choice but to walk by her side.
besides the families that came to visit because of their children, you and sevika are definitely the oldest here. it’s a little embarrassing, and you would expect sevika to feel the same. but when you look at her, she looks unbothered.
she’s busy taking it all in, eyes going from one colorful attraction to the other. it’s like she’s never seen so many colors at once.
as much as she tries to act, you see a crack in her expression. the small furrow between her dark eyebrows, her lips jutted out in a thoughtful pout. she looks younger, more alive than you’ve ever seen her.
“you look like you’re seeing colors for the first time,” you poke fun at her, but there is nothing but fondness in your tone.
sevika snaps from her daze hearing your voice. “i’ve… never been to an amusement park.”
“really? never?” your eyes widen, your head tilting up to look at her. “not even with your parents, or maybe on a date with someone?”
“funny,” sevika scoffs as if you just said the most ridiculous thing. “my mama died when i was a kid, and my old man… let’s say he was never a father of the year.”
oh.
she’s never opened up to you before. not like this.
you feel as sevika’s grip on you loosens little by little, until it slips. but you don’t let her. your smaller hand grabs her, and you pull her back in. she looks surprised when she glances at you, only to be met with a playful smile that dances on your mouth.
“well, we have a lot to catch up on,” you say, and without giving her a chance to speak, you start pulling her to the first stand – candied apples.
sevika cringes when you hand her the sticky apple, and when you force her to take a bite, you chuckle at the expression she makes. she acts like it’s poisonous when handing it back to you, chewing that small piece in her mouth for what feels like ages to her.
but what sevika didn’t except is how seriously you’re taking this.
ride after ride, stand after stand, there probably isn’t nothing that you did make sevika try. cotton candy, tornado potato and god-knows what else that will leave her with a heartburn and a lot of regret tomorrow. and after nearly throwing up the entire contents of her stomach on the pirate ship ride, she knows one thing for sure…
amusement parks are not for her.
“you cut your hair!”
“yeah, i did. couldn’t be bothered tying it up every day,” sevika shrugs, a smirk curling up on her lips. “don’t look so shocked. i thought you said you’d like me with an undercut.”
“i’m gonna miss that silly little ponytail,” you let out a sigh, your hand reaching out to brush her hair from her eyes.
“you don’t know what you want, woman,” she groans at you, pushing your hand away from her hair.
the last thing sevika wants is to show how flustered your touch leaves her.
you probably don’t even realize what effect you are having on her over the past days, how open you’re making her be. never in her life has she worn her heart on her sleeve for someone, with how many people have treated her like shit.
no one but you. she would let you rip it out her hands and stab it for all she cares, if it proves how hard she loves you. how unbelievably happy you make her feel.
sevika still tries to keep her walls up; old habits die hard. yet every time you smile at her, touch her, even do something as small as looking at her with those sparkly eyes of yours.
how could she ever let you go that day?
“i also noticed something,” you mutter suddenly, catching sevika’s attention.
“what?”
“you don’t smell like cigarettes anymore,” you observe.
“yeah, i stopped. i know how much you hated it when i smoked,” she says with a grin, her hands slowly coming to rest on your waist. “said i smelled like burnt shit and my lungs are probably like charcoal.”
“was i wrong, though?”
“shut up, smart ass.”
“after you, old lady,” you wink at her, earning you an eye roll from sevika.
“always gotta have the final word,” she mutters, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly.
and sevika can’t be any happier that you’re letting her touch you like this again. you’re so close, so warm, so perfect against her. sunshine caresses your features, enhancing her favorite parts of you.
and you?
you’re falling in love all over again, if not even more than before. each day you spend with her is magical. whether it’s a date night by lit candles and fancy dinner, or a simple walk around town after work, you appreciate everything she does.
you cannot deny the gash left on your heart after what sevika has done, perhaps that will never truly heal. it might wake you up randomly one night, seeding doubts deep into your mind. but you can finally believe that sevika will be by your side if that ever happens.
“you look good, though,” you whisper to sevika after a moment of silence, pressing yourself tighter to her side. “it suits you. makes you look… younger, in a way.”
“are you saying i looked old before?” sevika glares down at you, warning you to choose your words wisely.
but you only tease her further, “…maybe.”
“brat.”
“oldie.”
a snort escapes her, smiling so widely you can see that gap between her teeth you can’t help but be so mesmerized by. she clears her throat to pretend she didn’t just laugh at your silly nickname, only if her eyes didn’t have that glimmer in them. it exposes her fully, and she lets it be.
for you, sevika refuses to hide.
“you know, you never told me why you approached me that night,” sevika looks at you as she chews on the piece of steak in her mouth.
her voice is the only thing snapping you from your trance. the meal in front of you – far too fancy for your tastes – has gotten lukewarm as it sits nearly untouched on a plate. you’re not sure if sevika has realized it yet, how intensely you watch her. admiring how she looks in the dim light, the candle on the table enhancing her perfect imperfections.
“oh, that?” you chuckle, taking a bite of a potato wedge. “just my friends being pushy and dramatic.”
“oh? so you’re saying you wouldn’t approach me without your friends’ approval?” she smirks at you.
“the opposite, actually. i didn’t need their approval or permission.”
“so you really don’t listen to anyone but yourself,” sevika sighs, more amused and exasperated then annoyed.
“excuse me? i listen to you,” you retort, jabbing the back of her flesh hand with the handle of the steak knife.
“sure, you do.”
“come on, that was one time. i was stressed out, okay?”
“one time, my ass,” she rolls her eyes when you groan. “it was at least seven times. and by the time you were done, neither of us could move for thirty minutes straight.”
“not my fault you can’t handle it,” you mutter under your breath, loud enough for sevika to catch it, earning you a glare.
“weren’t you the one who passed out in the puddle of your own c–“
“shut up!” your loud panic makes others turn to your table, some shaking their heads before returning to their meals.
you take a sip of wine, hiding just how flustered you are behind the glass. you down it in one go, the alcohol warming up your body and going straight into your head.
now you at least have the wine to blame for the warmth emanating from your cheeks.
“they kept pushing me to find someone,” you finally admit, fingers playing with the stem of the wine glass. “i was the only one single at that time, too focused on work, on my future. so i wanted to shut their mouths.”
sevika stops eating, her eyes focused on you. she looks thoughtful, eyebrows furrowing and lips downturned in a frown. but as quickly as the frown appeared, her usual smirk replaces it. “so you just used me to shut their mouths?” she asks you, leaning against the table, her tone ever-so-slightly icy.
“maybe at first,” the admission weighs on your chest, and you look into her eyes to see her reaction. “but after the night we spent together, it turned into something else. i wanted more of you.”
you barely breathe as you await sevika’s reply. the worst-case scenarios flood through your brain, making you sweat under the satin fabric of your blouse. she’s quiet for far too long, and the way her brows twitch makes the tension even worse.
just as you’re about to try and say something, she lets out a breathy laugh.
“you’re an idiot, sweetheart.”
sweetheart. you haven’t heard that in a while, yet it still makes your heart jump in your chest like the first time.
“says the one who breaks up with someone through text,” you bite the inside of your lip, attempting to hide the growing smile.
and sevika just groans, “touché.”
the month is over with a blink of an eye, and before you know it, today is the last day of sevika’s promise. the last day which will determine the next step in your and sevika’s relationship.
and you’re nervous. it only dawns on you as you stand before her house, looking exactly the same as the last day you’ve been here. the day before she sent you that stupid text message. today will be different, though. you tell yourself it will. you wouldn’t spend a whole month to find out sevika has been leading you on.
…right?
nerves play tricks with you, poke fun at you and push you around. bullying you into overthinking.
you haven’t expected to feel this way on a last day, not after everything sevika has done for you. she’s proved herself more times in a single month that she’s truly serious about this, serious about you – making you feel guilty about doubting her after doing so much.
she’s gone as far as to stop smoking for you. that’s something, right?
yet as you knock on her door, your throat suddenly tightens and you cannot breathe. you’re drowning at the bottom of the ocean, water filling your lungs as you helplessly gasp for air.
the door opens after a minute of your internal struggle, revealing sevika. her presence reels you back to the shore, grounding you, making you feel safe. doubt makes way for relief, leaving you with a deep breath out.
she doesn’t let you stand by the door for long. with her mech hand snaking around your waist, she leads you inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click. immediately, your nose is hit with a delicious scent of homemade food – your favorite. and only then you notice the apron wrapped around sevika’s waist.
“an apron, huh? real homey,” your fingers pulls at the string around her neck, toying with it. “what’s next? gonna start baking cookies?”
“might as well. then stuff them in your mouth so you’ll shut up,” she mutters as her hands work you out of your jacket before leading you into the kitchen.
and the sight makes you gasp.
it’s nothing like you have expected from sevika. sure, she has mentioned that she’s planning something ‘really special’ on the last day, but you thought she was just joking around with you.
clearly she didn’t joke about this.
you never guessed yourself to be the romantic type, mostly because no one has ever tried to go out of their way to treat you like a princess. yet sevika has done all of it and more, and now you’re surrounded by a fantastic smell of her cooking, candles lit up on the table, flower petals scattered on the floor. all that basic cliché stuff.
coming from sevika, though, this is more than just a silly movie cliché. you know what kind of woman she is, and that nothing of this is her thing. but for you, she did it. she did everything.
“hope you like it,” she doesn’t sound so confident anymore, almost as if she’s afraid of rejection.
“as cheesy as this all is, it’s still the best thing someone has done for me,” your voice softens, not at all as teasing like a minute ago.
you lean in closer until your lips lightly touch her cheek, a barely-there kiss, though enough to hear sevika gasp. before you can even react, her warm hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in for a desperate kiss.
her full lips move against yours like she’s starving for you, all tongue and spit and groans. sevika has been far too patient, holding herself back for the right moment. this is the best moment for her to show you just how she’s missed you.
unlike those two years ago, her hands don’t travel under your clothes to strip you as quick as possible. she just kisses you. barely comes up to catch her breath before she’s back on you, whining in your mouth like an overgrown puppy. her usually deep, gruff voice is a little higher pitched, and it makes you weak in the knees.
sevika never whimpered. you only ever got her to curse, grunt and pant. whimpering was off the table, no matter what you did. until now, and you plan to enjoy it.
she pulls away when both of you begin to get carried away, a string of saliva connecting her mouth with hers. it’s a hot sight, seeing sevika so drunk on you, and it’s only the start of the night.
“c’mon… before the food gets cold,” she whispers, a little breathless, guiding you to sit down.
“no,” you stop her, pushing her back against the wall with all your strength – which is a lot. “i want you now. we can eat the food later.”
sevika wants to argue. she’s worked hard on this, made it all perfect just for you. but how can she fight this when you’re peppering her jaw with kisses, mumbling sweet words against her skin? she won’t admit it to a single living soul she knows how you have her melting. you turn her brain into mush, thinking of you and only you.
“okay,” is all sevika whispers before gathering you in her arms, hands on your ass, lips connected with your in a messy dance of tongues as she leads you to her bedroom.
she stumbles a few times, hits the doorframe a little too hard when she kicks open the door, but it’s only a mild inconvenience when it has you giggling against her mouth. it softens any frustration from her expression, curses dying on her tongue as she’s about to utter them. she’s dreamed of hearing you laugh like that again, in a moment like this.
slowly setting you down on the bed, your legs dangling off the edge, she starts working your pants down. they slide off with ease, leaving your underwear on for now. she doesn’t want to rush this, even when you’re bucking your hips in the air, desperate for some action.
“let me take it slow tonight,” sevika whispers, cupping your face to kiss you again. more gentle this time.
“fuck, sev. i’m – mmhm – not playing slow tonight,” you try to get her off, push her under her, but it’s futile the second she lays her weight on top of you, pressing you into the mattress effectively.
“still so fucking needy,” she chuckles into your mouth before moving her kisses to your neck. “didn’t change a bit, huh?”
her mouth finds your weak spots easily, and she takes her sweet time with each hickey she leaves on your skin. she remembers how sensitive your neck is, because of course, she does. she has you writhing under her without trying much, making you moan like a virgin.
your fingers thread through sevika’s hair, tugging and pulling at the strands just so you can hear her hiss. she always enjoyed getting lightly bruised. back scratches, bites and hickeys, even hand prints if the two of you were feeling friskier than usual.
good to know that didn’t change.
moans and gasps fill the bedroom, mostly coming from you. your body tingles under her every touch, every brush of her warm hand, every kiss that marks your skin. you can hardly focus on anything else besides sevika’s body on yours, caressing you like she used to.
when she comes up to kiss you again, tongue probing your mouth, you busy yourself with taking her shirt off. you nearly tear it in half because of the buttons, cursing under your breath before successfully slipping it off her broad shoulders and dropping it on the floor.
it’s when sevika finally pulls away from you, giving you a moment to catch a breath as she works her prosthetic off. she sets it on the nightstand by the bed while her flesh hand slips under your top.
it’s not long before you’re both naked, tangled in the bedsheets as you continue taking this slow. agonizingly slow.
the wetness between your legs is uncomfortable by this point, your clit is throbbing and begging for attention. and sevika is purposely avoiding your glistening cunt, her fingers and mouth kissing and touching every part of you except where you need her the most. it’s killing you.
“sevika, i’m gonna start yelling if you don’t- holy fuck!” your eyes nearly roll back into your skull as sevika’s mouth wraps around your clit, making your heels dig into the mattress.
“still tastes so good,” she mutters into your sopping cunt, letting out noises like a woman starved.
she’s loud and desperate as she eats you out, spit mixing with your arousal until you can’t tell which is dripping down on the sheets. her tongue slides and swirls around your swollen bud, mind set on giving it attention until she feels it twitch against her mouth.
sevika will do anything to keep you like you are now. your shaky legs squeezing her head. hands in her hair to push her further in. eyes locked with sevika’s, all glassy with unshed tears. a sight engraved deep in her mind for so long, yet tonight is the most special one.
“missed this,” she pulls away from your clit, laughing when you whine in protest. she kisses your tummy as an apology. “missed you. never letting you go again.”
a smile breaks out on your lips, head raising from the pillow to look at her. “i’ll have to kill you if you do.”
“i’d like to see you try.”
“you’re pushing your luck, sev.”
“i know,” sevika goes back to your clit, kissing the throbbing bud and sucking it into her mouth.
each brush of her tongue against your pussy has your body trembling, pushing you closer to the edge. your moans get more frantic, voice growing high-pitched. it only makes sevika work harder, diving into your folds until she can barely breathe. she will happily suffocate if it means she gets to see you crumble all thanks to her skillful, greedy mouth.
“come for me, baby. give it to me,” her voice is hoarse and muffled, vibrating against your needy clit.
and you do. you come all over her mouth, grinding your hips into her face until you’re left overstimulated. sevika licks you clean, drinking your juices like a sweet nectar she so desperately needs.
“fuck,” you gasp for air when you feel sevika pull away, a grin setting on your face. “forgot how good you are with your mouth.”
you pull her on top of you again, arms wrapping around her head to keep her close. her body blankets yours now, shielding you from anything that isn’t her, because nothing else matters at this moment for either of you. not now, or ever.
“and i forgot how loud you can be,” she’s lying just to tease you, and you can tell by the smirk on her face.
sevika would never forget that about you.
“we both know i can be even louder than that. i’m just saving it for later,” you press a kiss to her lips, tasting yourself on her.
sevika lets out a tender chuckle against your mouth but leaves her comments to herself. at least for now. she still is far from done with you.
“hold your leg up.”
you listen to her command without a second thought, grabbing the back of your knee to bring it to your chest. your soaked cunt suddenly makes contact with hers, and it makes both of you hiss. sevika wastes no time to roll her hips against yours, clit on clit, moaning deeply against you.
she falls apart immediately, chasing that sweet high she only ever experienced with you. her broad body is trembling above yours, lips quivering, eyebrows knitted. she’s melting like a lit up candle, and before she realizes it, a tear falls down on your cheek.
she is crying. sevika is crying.
no sobs leave her, but her breaths are shaky and her moans come out broken. it takes you so off guard you almost forget about the sensation of her pussy rubbing against yours.
“shit,” sevika gasps, her eyes squeezing shut. “i- i’m sorry, i… i just can’t believe how stupid i was letting you go. i should’ve never…”
she’s rambling now, a mess of a woman that only you get to witness. she’s never opened up to anyone like this, stripping herself bare of all the protective barriers she kept on to protect herself.
“shh…” you shush her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “just focus on this. on us.”
your words spur sevika on, her hips rutting against you with unabashed hunger. she buries her face into your neck, muffling noises into your skin. she doesn’t bother controlling the volume of her voice. she needs to let you know how good she’s feeling because of you.
her muscles tighten, and her moves get sloppier as the knot begins to form in the pit of her belly. her arm engulfs your right side to pull you as close as she can, whining against your cheek.
then, with a loud groan, sevika comes against you. her body shakes in your arms as she rides out her high before collapsing beside you, her fingers finding your clit to push you over the edge.
“oh, fuck… fuck!” your second orgasm hits you like a punch, wracking through your body until you nearly pass out.
sevika pulls you into her chest, peppering kisses against your temple as you curl into her chest. none of you speak for what feels like hours, comforting silence covering you like a protective blanket.
you could get used to this.
it’s only after you two calm down does sevika break the silence. “think i pulled my hip there.”
“after one round? you’re really getting old, sev,” you snort.
“oh, i forgot you’re getting younger,” you can’t see her, but you can practically hear the eye roll in her voice.
“i’m still younger than you.”
“oh, don’t worry. it’ll all go downhill after thirty,” you smack her on the back after that comment, pulling her head back to frown up at her.
“so funny,” you grumble.
“you love it.”
“unfortunately.”
you two fall quiet once more. sevika’s eyes are locked with yours, her thumb rubbing gentle circles against the plumpness of your cheek. you lean into her touch, pressing a gentle kiss into her palm. a small gesture that makes sevika’s heart jolt in her chest.
you barely catch the words that leave sevika next, but she repeats them. those three words you once only hoped you’d hear from her but it never came.
“i love you,” she can’t take this back now, and she doesn’t want to. she won’t be a coward like last time.
“i love you, too, sevika. i never stopped,” you admit softly, fingers brushing strands of sevika’s short hair away from her eyes.
she smiles, relieved. “i always loved you. i was… so fucking stupid back then. i let you go thinking it was better for you, but i guess i was just terrified of a relationship, knowing you could settle for someone better.”
“i told you, didn’t i? i know what i want in life,” you whisper, giving sevika a chaste kiss on her mouth. “and i want you.”
“good, ‘cause i want you, too.”
she pulls you in, locking her lips with yours. it’s tender and full of love, nothing like the clash of teeth and tongues you were used to with her. it warms you up like a sip of warm tea on a cold morning, soothes your heart like a gentle caress. perfect in every way even after sevika pulls away.
“this is nice,” you whisper.
“yeah,” she whispers back, kissing your forehead. “the dinner is probably cold now, though.”
“i’m not hungry. not for food, anyway,” your lips curl up in a grin, making sevika groan.
“you’re gonna put me into a grave,” she complains, but she doesn’t fight it when you roll over, pinning her under you.
“you can handle it, old lady,” you take her hand in yours, pressing the palm to your cheek.
“don’t know about that.”
but as sevika watches you on top of her, cheek nuzzled into her rough palm, she is as soft as a jelly cake.
and sevika knows she’s right where she wants to be.
Warnings: Dub-con, cuckolding, married Reader, restraints, intoxication kink (Ambessa gets you high), smoking marijuana, non-con humiliation to your husband, oral sex (r! receiving & giving), fingering (r! receiving), strap-ons (r! receiving), strap-on referred to as cock
Noise filled the hall as the celebratory feast raged. Lively music from the minstrels rang through the stone room, the rich scent of spiced boar hanging in the air as people drank, ate, and danced. Firelight gleamed on the iron-bound rafters and danced across the faces of warriors and women drunk on victory.
You moved among your people with a steady grace, a carved jug heavy with mead in your hands. You made your way down the tables with practiced grace; as the Chief’s daughter, part of your role was to ensure your victorious warriors never went without drink. Servants and maids did most of the work, but you had to be seen to be engaging with your brave soldiers.
None of them toyed with you; you were a married woman, to be respected. Your husband – the eldest son of a warrior family, loyal to yours for generations – sat beside your father at the head table.
At the head table, your father sat shoulder to shoulder with the Noxian General whose forces had assisted in your victory against your enemies. It would have been a very close call without their aid; as such, the visiting Noxians were treated as guests of honour.
The General – a woman – had more authority and command than any man you’d known. The giant of a woman looked like she’d been carved from rock by the gods themselves, her long crimson cloak pooling around the legs of her chair. She spoke with a leader’s confidence, voice rolling low enough to make even the hardest warriors fall silent when she spoke.
When the last of the toasts and the drums took up a headier tune, General Ambessa leaned toward your father, eyes still fixed across the room.
“Your enemies lie broken,” she said, a smile like the edge of a blade. “A fine victory for both our peoples. In Noxus, a victory calls for a gift.”
Your father nodded easily, already signalling to the platter of jewels and iron tokens that lay between them. “Name it, General, and it’s yours. Your forces won the victory today!”
Her gaze drifted, slow and deliberate, until it fell on you. Across the hall, you were mid-pour for a group of Noxian warriors. You were oblivious to your father’s and Ambessa’s conversation, making pleasantries with the visiting soldiers. You spoke a little Noxian, and they spoke some of your language; it was a combined effort, but you were muddling through conversations with everyone.
“I would have an evening with your daughter,” Ambessa said, every word smooth as tempered steel.
A heavy pause settled over the three of them. Your husband’s fists clenched; your father's heart stopped.
Shoulders tightening, your father answered, voice trying to sound hard, but even he wavered under Ambessa’s hard eyes, “She is a married woman.”
Her smile turned sly, but not cruel. “Her husband can join us, then; it matters not to me.”
On your father’s other side, your husband’s hands clenched furiously. “You insult us all by even suggesting such a thing,” he snarled.
“Arthur,” your father cut across firmly, carefully. “You are insulting our guests,” he said, even through gritted teeth. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “We have gold, livestock, jewels, pelts… What else can we offer, General?”
She shook her head, taking a tin out of her pocket, placing it on the table in front of her. Opening it, she started lining up dried herbs onto thin pieces of paper – unlike anything your town had ever seen – rolling them between her fingers, surprisingly delicately.
“Noxus has no need for jewels or gold.”
“Pelts-?”
“We have pelts. And livestock.”
Your father clenched his hand around his cup. “Minerals? Precious stones?”
She shook her head again, licking the edge of a piece of paper, rolling the unusual tube of herbs closed. “Noxian territory is vast; our land already contains a great variety of stones.”
“If it’s women your men want-” he started to offer, even as he loathed the idea of asking his people to do such a thing.
“Not my men. Me.”
She continued to seal tubes of herbs until she had a small collection, putting them all back in the tin.
“Make your decision, Chief: an evening with your daughter – her husband too, if he insists – or insult your strongest allies… Whilst my men are inside your halls, and your people are half-drunk out of their skulls.”
Your father’s and husband’s faces fell at the threat. They glanced around the room, noting the positions of the Noxian warriors. Scattered around the room, always in groups. Swords still on their hips. Barely drinking from their cups.
“You planned this,” Arthur accused quietly.
“Not planned,” Ambessa denied. “Noxian soldiers are always prepared. Battles can occur at any given moment.” She looked to your father. “Well, Chief? What is your choice?”
Your father clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and downed the rest of his drink. Looking over to you, he crooked two fingers. “Daughter. Come.”
You looked up from your conversation with the Noxian soldiers, excusing yourself politely. When you got closer to the head table, you smiled at your father, filling all of their cups. “Yes, Father?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “The General has a request. A gift, for their aid in the battle today.”
You looked at Ambessa, nodding understandingly. “Of course. What can we-?”
“An evening with you.”
You paused, looking back at your father, unsure if you heard correctly. “Pardon?”
“The General’s request,” he spat the word tensely, voice pitched low but carrying, “Is to spend the night with you… A gesture of gratitude for the victory we share.” His gaze pinned you, a silent weight that had bent warriors and kin alike.
Ambessa watched in stillness, the faintest lift to one brow, gloating.
Your husband shifted beside your father, jaw tight, but he said nothing.
Your father went on, softer now, more political. “Our people would be grateful, Daughter, if you accepted.”
Your eyes slid to Ambessa’s, meeting her hard and arrogant stare. You understood; a threat had been issued. Your shaking hands gently put the jug of mead down, hands clasping together in front of you. “If it protects our alliance with Noxus,” you said, voice quiet but steady, “Then I will gladly spend the evening with the General.”
Ambessa’s expression softened by the barest degree, respect filling her eyes at your willingness to sacrifice yourself for your people.
“Good,” the General said, rising to her full height. She nodded her head to your husband. “Are you joining us?”
He stood. “To ensure my Wife’s safety.”
Ambessa just chuckled, reaching a hand out and clasping it heavily on his shoulder. He tried to hide his grimace at her strength. Looking down at you, she smirked. “Lead on, little one.”
The walk to yours and your husband’s private chambers felt longer than any road you had ever travelled. Torchlight licked the stone walls, each step echoing with tension. Ambessa kept her grip on your husband’s shoulder, silent but present.
Inside, the room glowed in the orange wash of the hearth and some lanterns around the room. Ambessa closed the door with deliberate calm and turned to you both, eyes gleaming like banked embers as she watched Arthur rub his hand on your arm soothingly.
“Sit there,” she commanded him, picking up a chair and placing it down.
He hesitated, but you nodded at him. Clearly unhappy, he sat in the chair, hands gripping his knees tightly.
Ambessa circled you slowly, examining you from all angles. “You are a beauty, little one.”
You clenched your hands together. “Thank you, General.”
“Your Husband said he wants to ensure your safety; I will do that for you now.” Stopping in front of you, she tipped your chin up, forcing you to look her in the eye. “I will not harm you. I seek only pleasure and surrender.”
You could tell from her eyes that she was telling the truth, and you relaxed somewhat. You nodded.
She stepped away, removing her cloak, throwing it onto the stool of your vanity table. “How long have you been married?”
“Six moons,” you shifted anxiously, looking back at him.
“Newlyweds,” she smirked, unbuckling her bracers. “Are you pleased in your marriage?”
“Arthur’s family is-”
She shook her head firmly. “That is not what I am asking. I am asking if you are pleased, by him.”
You looked back at him. “He is a kind man, a good Husband.”
She rolled her eyes a little. “I see I must spell it out. Does your Husband please you in bed? Is he attentive with his affections? Do you weep his name in ecstasy each night?”
You blushed furiously. “General!”
Your husband shot up from the chair. “That is a private matter between-”
She just chuckled, taking out the tin from her inner pocket. “That sounds remarkably like a ‘no’.”
“Women do not experience the same pleasure as men,” Arthur explained certainly.
Ambessa paused, looking back at him in a clearly unimpressed way. “You truly believe that?” She shook her head as she laughed. “Sit back down, and I will prove you wrong.”
He lifted his chin in anger. “What are you going to do to my Wife?”
“Prove how utterly wrong and incompetent you are.”
“You-!”
He charged at Ambessa, but in a quick flash of movement, she had him pinned in the chair with one muscled arm, her large hand around his throat, her other hand still holding the small tin.
She looked over her shoulder at you as you shifted nervously. “Get me something to tie him with, little one, before I am forced to choke him out.”
You floundered, looking between her hard look and your husband in the chair as he struggled against her grip. His face was slowly turning red, his legs kicking out against her thighs and hips, but she didn’t even react to his attempts to remove her.
“I will not put up with his attacks for much longer, little one,” she warned, her grip tightening just a fraction.
You broke out of your daze and started looking around the room. You pulled the sashes off some of your robes, grabbing some scarves on your way back to her. You held them out, but she shook her head.
“Do it. Tie him. Tightly,” she said firmly.
You obeyed, eyes stinging with scared tears as you first tied his hands to the arms of the chair, and then his legs. He didn’t struggle against you, not wanting to hurt you, but his fierce eyes gave away his fury.
“Around his body as well.”
You tied two scarves together, passing them twice around his chest, securing it around the back of the chair.
Satisfied, Ambessa released his throat, watching him as he gasped for breath, having been on the verge of passing out. She tapped his cheeks a few times, forcing his body to focus.
“There you are,” she said with a mocking cheerfulness. “Now, watch as real work is done.”
She straightened up, looking back at you as you trembled in the middle of the room. “Get us a candle, little one,” she instructed, opening the tin.
You got a fresh candle for the holder by your bed, lighting it from a lantern. You came over nervously, lifting the holder between you.
She smirked down at you, placing one of the tubes of herbs between her lips. Bending down, her eyes on yours, she touched the tip of the paper to the candleflame, inhaling. Tipping her head back, she blew out a plume of smoke.
“What is that?” you asked curiously, even as your heart raced in fear, still on edge from the altercation.
“Noxian herbs. Put the candle down, and try it.”
You did as she commanded, standing back in front of her. She placed the tip of the roll between your lips.
“Inhale, slowly.”
You obeyed, but then coughed, spluttering at the odd sensation.
She nudged your head back up, holding your jaw firmly but tenderly. “Again.” She didn’t let go of you as you inhaled again, taking the roll back so you could exhale smoke, then made you do it again.
Your head quickly spun, wobbling against her. “What… Is that?” you slurred.
She chuckled, taking her own drag, blowing the smoke gently in your face. Even that made you dizzy again. “How much mead have you had tonight, little one?”
“Just one,” you mumbled, holding onto her arms.
Ambessa nodded. “Sit on the bed, I do not want you to fall over.”
You stumbled back to the bed with her help, sitting down less-than gracefully.
She handed you the roll as she knelt in front of you. “Keep going.”
You inhaled again, your head rushing every time. Ambessa eased off your shoes, lifting your dress over your legs. Running her hands up your legs, she placed kisses along your calf.
“Do you ever do this?” she asked your husband as you moaned softly. “Take your time with her? Or do you just fuck her the second your cock gets hard?”
“What we do in the marital bed is none of your business!” he snapped, trying to fight against his bindings, but you had tied them too tightly.
She just chuckled. “That answers my question.” She stood up over you, taking the roll back. “Dress off, little one.”
Your head spun too much to blush. It took you longer than normal, but you were able to loosen the laces on your dress and pull it over your head, leaving you in your chemise.
With a smile and shake of her head, she said, “That too.”
You frowned a little. “But I don’t normally take it off?”
Ambessa looked at Arthur, who just averted his eyes. Looking back at you as she smoked, she said, “Well, I want you to take it off for me. I want to see you.”
She had to help you when the under-dress got caught going over your head. She just laughed at your inebriation, throwing the dress in Arthur’s direction with a proud smirk.
Standing over you, she looked down at your naked body. Your beautiful breasts, your stomach, and down to the neat patch of hair on your pelvis. You kept it closely trimmed, ‘as a lady should’, you were always told.
“Beautiful,” she complimented, finishing the roll with a final inhale, tossing the useless butt onto the stone floor.
“What are you going to do now?” you asked timidly.
She smirked down at you, walking back to the door. Opening it just enough to pop her head out, she spoke to a Noxian soldier standing guard outside. They must have followed on behind, unnoticed by you as you’d led the way earlier. She closed the door again, returning to you.
“What was that? What did you say to him?” Arthur demanded.
“Just asked for some of my belongings. As for what I am going to do now…” she knelt at the side of the bed, pulling you closer to her by your hips, “I shall sample my host’s offerings.”
In a move you would never have predicted, Ambessa pressed her tongue to your slit. You gasped at the sensation, never having felt anything like it. Your fists clenched the sheets atop your bed as she ran her tongue up and down your pussy, gently letting you get used to her touch.
“Gods… This is…” you mumbled, falling back on the bed.
“You have never had this before, no?” she asked confidently, holding your hips.
“No,” you gasped. “Oh, this is…”
“Not natural!” Arthur cried. “Procreation does not happen with the mouth!”
“…Wonderful,” you finished your thought with a dreamy smile, not paying him any attention.
Ambessa smirked proudly against you, moving her tongue up to your clit, delighting how you gasped and jumped when she flicked the bud. She stroked it slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you the first time. You moaned loudly, rolling your hips against her head.
“Gods, this is so good,” you panted, your hands moving from the bedsheets to her head.
“Well done, little one,” she praised against you. “Just enjoy. Feel everything I do to you.”
You nodded, dazed, eyes closing as you rocked your hips against her mouth. She let you set the pace – for now – enjoying being the first one to provide you with such feelings. Your pussy leaked on her tongue as she slid inside you, your guttural groan delighting her ears.
“Gods… Something… Something is happening,” you panted.
“You are approaching a climax,” Ambessa explained gently, sucking your clit into her mouth.
You cried out at the overload of sensations, your legs trembling, and then… Something snapped inside you. A dam broke and a flood of pleasure overwhelmed you, bucking your hips against her face. She held you down tightly, never stopping her attentions, licking up every drop you spilled on her chin as you cried and wailed with pleasure.
Arthur watched in confusion as you writhed on the bed, making unearthly sounds from your throat. “What… What is she doing? What have you done to her?!”
Ambessa slowed her mouth until you calmed and settled on the bed, gently pulling her mouth away. Looking at him, your juices still on her chin, she smirked. “That is the pleasure you believe women to be incapable of receiving. And that is only the beginning.”
There was a knock on the door, and Ambessa walked back over to it, wiping her chin. The Noxian solider silently handed her a satchel, and she closed the door again.
“For later,” she explained to you both with an easy grin, putting the satchel down. “For now, though,” heading over to your bedside table, she took another roll out of the tin, lighting it from the candle there with a long inhale, “I am not finished with you here.”
She leant over you, placing the roll between your lips as she knelt back down. Pushing your legs apart, she rubbed your clit with her thumb, watching in satisfaction as you lay back on the bed and smoked, the most blissed-out you’d ever been in your life.
You moaned debauchedly as your hips rolled lazily against her thumb, Ambessa just watching you move for a minute, your pussy already starting to leak again. With a smug smirk, she slid her tongue inside you as deep as she could, earning a filthy moan from you.
“Gods, that feels amazing!” you gushed, your free hand fisting the bedsheets.
Ambessa taunted lightly, “Are you glad I asked for you now?”
“Yes!” you groaned as she replaced her tongue with a thick finger.
“Y/N!” Arthur cried out in offence.
She shushed him. “Perhaps if you had focused more on your poor Wife, she would not be falling apart so easily for a foreign warlord,” she mocked, adding a second finger to your pussy.
Your head dropped back, your hips bucking as she started moving her fingers in and out of you, sending shockwaves through your pussy. You started to quiver around her digits already, making her smile.
“So soon, little one? I have only just begun here,” she jolted her fingers inside you faster and harder, making you reach another end in only a few seconds. She watched as your hole poured juices around her fingers, a small puddle starting to form under your hips.
“You are so responsive, child,” she praised, easing her fingers out of you. She reached up to your mouth, taking the roll with one hand, slipping her two soaked digits into your mouth instead. “Taste yourself, little one. That is what true pleasure does to you.”
You moaned around her fingers, licking and sucking your juices off her skin, your head spinning as you did.
“This is…” Arthur shook his head, “Filth!”
Ambessa just rolled her eyes as she smoked, letting you suck her fingers. After a few seconds, she slipped them past your lips, standing up. Keeping the roll between her lips, she removed her armour, unbuckling and placing the pieces down next to her mysterious bag.
You lifted your head, watching her as she crossed the room back to you. You propped yourself up on your elbows, mouth hanging open. “You’re beautiful…” you breathed, eyes wide in awe as you took in her muscled body. Her bountiful breasts, her strong arms and stomach, the curve of her hips, the hair over her centre.
She smoked above you, her mouth curling smugly. “Thank you, little one. More so than your husband?”
“Y/N, don’t answer-”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes!” you replied honestly, your mind addled, inhibitions gone.
She laughed at your drug-induced candidness and your husband’s offence. “You are surely ruining your marriage, child,” she chuckled, leaning down to slowly and sensually blow smoke in your face.
Arthur snapped, “You’re doing that for her with whatever you’re giving her! Y/N is never this… Wild!”
Ambessa shrugged. “Your Wife is a passionate woman; you just never bothered to awaken that side of her.”
“Can I touch you?” you pleaded, reaching a hand out.
She smirked down at you, glancing at your husband. “Has she ever asked you that?”
“You witch!” he sneered.
She chuckled again. “Come here, little one.” She climbed onto the bed, lying down the middle, resting luxuriously back against the headboard and pillows. “Touch as you would like, child. You will not break anything.”
You rolled onto your side, crawling up the bed with some difficulty. She helped you climb on top of her hips and lean forward. You rested one hand by her head, another holding her cheek, as you pressed your lips to hers. You both moaned into each other’s mouths, tasting the herbs on your tongues. She guided you through kissing properly, her own large hand tangling in your hair at the back of your head.
She tugged lightly and you moaned, your eyes rolling back as she pulled your mouth off hers. She let you kiss down to her chest, your hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight. You kissed all over her skin, earning a soft groan. You wrapped your lips around her pebbled nipple, both of you moaning again.
“Very good, little one,” she praised.
You switched sides, pulling the bud into your mouth, sucking deeply. Your hands kept rolling and lightly squeezing the flesh of her breasts, enjoying their soft weight.
“Has he ever paid you attention like this?” she asked, loud enough for him to hear.
You shook your head, gently jostling her breast in your mouth. She groaned when you did, her pussy getting wetter the more you laved her breasts.
You popped your mouth off her skin, panting for breath. “Can I move down?”
She smiled, giving you a puff on the roll. “Whatever you would like, child.”
With an excited grin, you moved down her body, kissing her muscles as you went. When you got closer to her hips, she spread her legs for you, letting you settle between them. Only inches away from her centre, you leant in, taking a curious lick up her slit. Her taste was strong, but not unpleasant, and you licked again.
She rested her hand on the back of your head as you slowly explored her, moving your tongue up and down her folds, circling her clit, dipping inside her. You were clearly inexperienced, but you made up for it with enthusiasm and willingness to learn. Whenever she shifted her hips or offered words of correction, you renewed your efforts with vigour.
“You learn quickly, little one,” she praised, rolling her hips as you sucked her clit.
You slurped on her cunt as she held your head against her, smoking the last of the second roll, putting out the end on the candleholder next to your bed.
“Faster and harder, child; I need release,” she panted, rocking against you.
You eagerly obeyed, holding her hips and moaning against her as she moved her hips against your mouth. Her breaths started to come faster, her movements more desperate, until she held you tightly against her clit, moaning her release as her juices coated your chin. You groaned happily against her, not stopping sucking her bud until she pulled your head away.
Keeping her hold on your hair, she dragged you back up her body, kissing you deeply. Her juices mixed on your tongues as you wrapped around her tightly, afraid you would fall if you let go.
She pulled away, licking your chin clean. Looking into your dazed eyes, she patted your cheek gently. “How do you feel, little one?”
You just giggled dizzily.
She chuckled back at you. “Maybe some more later. For now, though…” She moved you off her body, getting off the bed and going to the satchel the solider gave her. Reaching inside, she smirked at you as she pulled out a wooden phallus attached to leather straps.
Arthur spoke up when he saw it, eyes widening in alarm. “What is that?”
“This,” she said proudly, starting to buckle the straps around her waist and thighs, “Is going to give your little Wife more pleasure than you could ever dream of.”
You perked up in excitement, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. You watched as she finished adjusting the straps, heading over to you on the bed. Your eyes drifted to the phallus secured to her pelvis; sleek but with small ridges, and polished so finely that it reflected the flames in the hearth. It was bigger than your husband, and you briefly wondered if it would fit.
“Does this frighten you, little one?” she asked.
But you shook your head, already rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for her. She chuckled wickedly at your eagerness, stepping between your legs, pushing them back to your chest. You gasped in surprise; normally you just lay flat for Arthur whilst he held himself above you.
Ambessa ducked her head down briefly, spitting onto your hole. Aiming the tip of the phallus against you, she ran it in circles around your hole.
You moaned desperately, nodding up at her.
She smiled. “Are you ready for my cock, child?”
You nodded again, and she filled you. Slowly, she pressed inside your pussy, making your head drop back onto the bed.
“Gods…” you breathed.
“How does that feel?”
“Big,” you panted. “So big!”
“Bigger than him?” she asked, nodding her head over her shoulder towards Arthur.
“Yes!” you cried as she sunk all the way inside, your hole stretching around her.
She started moving her hips, sliding her cock in and out of your hole. She pushed the backs of your thighs towards your chest, opening you up for her. As she started fucking you faster, your hands grasped her wrists as she held you down, your breath coming in moans and gasps.
Ambessa called over her shoulder, “Has she ever made those sounds for you, boy?”
“You bitch!” he snarled, trying to escape his bindings again.
She chuckled down at you. “I assume that means no?”
You shook your head. “Never… Never felt this good,” you moaned.
She smirked proudly, pistoning inside you faster, her hips smacking against your ass.
She fucked you hard and fast until you began moaning louder, your hands tightening around her wrists.
“Are you close, little one? Do you feel it building again?”
You nodded frantically, moaning long and low as her cock kept plundering inside you.
“Cum for me, then. Cum on my cock, and show your husband what your pleasure looks like.”
You groaned loudly, your eyes rolling back as your pussy clamped down on her cock, your orgasm rolling through you. Your hips bucked as much as they could under Ambessa’s hold, your pussy leaking juices around the strap as you shook. She didn’t stop thrusting until your body collapsed back onto the bed, your grips on her wrists loosening.
“We are not done here, little one,” she smirked, sliding out of you and repositioning you on the bed.
She fucked you for hours, in countless positions, never breaking a sweat thanks to her warlord stamina.
After you’d come three times on her strap, she tossed more logs onto the fire, and lit a third roll from her tin. She sat up against the pillows, you bracing your hands on her shoulders as you bounced up and down on her cock, her holding the roll between your lips, alternating puffs with you.
After that orgasm, she put you on your hands and knees facing Arthur, making him watch as she brought you to another end. She asked you if he ever felt this good, if he ever made you feel this way, if he ever lasted as long, and much more. Every time you answered honestly, your mind too addled by the herbs and pleasure to care that he was furious.
When you were clearly too exhausted to carry on, she removed the strap from herself, put it around your hips, and fucked herself on you as you lay prone on the bed, watching in arousal as she brought herself to her end on the strap she’d spent all night fucking you with.
She tucked the two of you under the covers, holding you to her tightly as she lay back and closed her eyes.
Arthur spluttered across the room. “Are you really going to sleep in our bed? With me still tied here?!”
She shushed him harshly, stroking her large hand up and down your back. “My men could always drag the chair outside, and you wait in the corridor until morn?”
He quieted unhappily, watching with angry disgust as the two of you slept a fitful night’s sleep in your marital bed, whilst he sat, forgotten.
You were roused by Ambessa moving out of the bed, rolling onto your back as you groaned lightly at your fatigue. You heard her getting dressed, turning your head to look.
Her scarred back to you, she pulled up her trousers, casting a glance at you over her shoulder.
“Good morning, little one.”
You couldn’t help but blush. “Good morning, General.”
She laughed softly, pulling her tunic over her head. “We were on first name terms last night.”
“Perhaps my errant Wife has finally remembered her manners,” Arthur sneered.
You jumped a little, having completely forgotten he was there. Still tied to the chair in your robe sashes and scarves, he was glaring daggers at the two of you.
“What happens now?” you asked Ambessa timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.
“That depends on you, child,” she said, sitting on the bed and pulling her boots on.
“Me?” you queried. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” when she finished with her boots, she turned to look at you intently, “You can stay here, live whatever miserable life the men of this village allow. Never again feel what I showed you last night.”
You didn’t like the sound of that. You could no longer pretend that you were happy in your marriage to Arthur. He might even publicly forsake you after this night, declaring your marriage void. As the Chief’s daughter, you would be humiliated. Your reputation might never recover.
“...Or?”
“Or...” she trailed a hand across your cheek, “You can come back to Noxus, with me.”
Your husband spluttered from across the room. “You’re not stealing my Wife!”
“I can steal your widow, if you prefer? It makes no difference to me,” she threatened. Turning back to you, she cupped your cheek. “Well, little one? What do you choose?”
You didn’t even need to think.
You smiled at her. “You. Take me away from here. Make me yours.”
Kinktober Day 31: Group Sex with Ambessa, Sevika, Cassandra, Grayson
Masterlist
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Pairing: THE BIG FOUR!!! Ambessa x Sevika x Cassandra x Grayson x female sex worker Reader (and all pairings/combinations therein)
Words: 5936
Warnings: Sex work, group sex, stripping, analingus, power bottom and sub!Reader, sub!Sevika, oral sex, fingering, scissoring, finger sucking, face sitting, sex toys, strap-ons referred to as cocks, double penetration, squirting, fisting
Notes: THE GRAND FINALE!! This month has been a wild ride and I've thoroughly enjoyed myself writing it all 😁 The strip-tease scene is inspired by the episode of Love, Death and Robots called 'The Witness'.
“Y/N,” Babette entered your room with a knock, glancing around the lushly decorated room for you.
She saw you sat at your dressing table, hair kept back by a fluffy headband as you began your skin care routine in preparation for your evening booking. It was Friday night – the night you most looked forward to each week.
You just finished applying your primer, smiling at Babette through the mirror. “Hi, Babs,” you called cheerfully.
“Honey, there’s a change of plans for tonight – you’ve got a group booking, not your regular.”
Your hands stilled as they reached for your earrings. Gold and amethyst studs, gifted to you by the very client you were preparing for.
“What do you mean? It’s Friday night,” you said, as if that statement alone were self-explanatory.
“Yes…” Babette nodded.
“So, Friday night is my Sevika night,” you smiled back, putting in your first stud.
The Madame nodded again. “Yes, I know. She’s brought… Friends with her.”
Your fingers paused. “Friends?” You never asked clients about their personal lives or work, but everyone in the Undercity knew who Sevika was and what she did. Who were these friends she was bringing?
“Hmmm. And they’ve requested to see you as a group.”
“How many?” you asked, somewhat nervously.
“Four. All women,” she assured you.
Instead of reassuring you, that just confused you even more. Most of Sevika’s ‘friends’ were men, so who could she possibly be bringing?
“Who is it?”
Babette crooked her finger at you, beckoning you to follow. Slipping off your headband and tying your robe more tightly around yourself – no-one got a free look – you followed the small woman down to the ground floor, hiding yourselves away in a secret passage. Through a one-way mirror decorated with drapes and partially obscured by a standing mirror, you looked into a private waiting room.
Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes cast over the women lounging just beyond. Sevika was there, a little on edge, jumpy as she slowly paced the floor. She smoked a cigarillo to try and calm herself, but you could tell she was agitated. You got the feeling bringing her ‘friends’ here wasn’t actually her idea.
The next woman you saw was Sheriff Grayson, in full uniform, her helmet resting on the sofa next to her. She was sipping a brandy whilst talking to the woman next to her.
This one surprised you: Councillor Kiramman. The Piltie sat elegantly on the couch, ankles crossed delicately beneath her long dress, long fingers holding a wine glass as she conversed with the Sheriff.
The fourth woman made you do a double take. What the fuck was the Noxian General Medarda doing in a Zaunite brothel? With the other three women, no less? The whole scenario was beyond belief.
Before you could ask Babette one of the many questions running through your head, the General turned her head towards the mirror. Despite not being able to see you, her eyes met yours, mouth curling into a knowing smirk. She lifted her own wine glass in a bizarre toast, tipping it towards you.
She knew you were watching.
You took a few steps back in shock. “What the hell is this, Babs?”
“I told you,” she said quietly – the mirror wasn’t necessarily soundproof, and there was only so much the music playing in the waiting room could do. “Sevika came in with those three, and said they all wanted you tonight.”
“What are they doing down here? How do they even know each other?”
“You know I don’t ask those questions, Y/N. You don’t either. If you want to ask them during the booking, you’re welcome to.”
You looked back into the room. Medarda had looked away, but was still smirking as she made light conversation with Grayson and Kiramman – she knew you were still there.
“How long do they want?”
“All night.”
Your head snapped to Babette in shock. “They know for groups I charge double my rate per person per hour, right? The four of them, all night…?”
“Medarda gold,” Babette shrugged. “She’s covering everything. Didn’t even blink when I told her the price.”
You shook your head in disbelief.
“Sevika also told them about your routine. They’re paying extra to see that, too.”
You sighed. “Babs, I haven’t done my set in… Two years?”
You hadn’t needed to, not since you’d become one of the highest earners in the brothel. Your set had always been incredibly popular – standing room only most nights – and had gotten you a regular pool of very well-paying clients. Sevika included. She’d booked you every Friday night for well over a year; a booking Babette knew not to touch.
“I told them that, too. They don’t care; they want to see it.”
You groaned lowly to yourself. You still had some body paints – edible, obviously – but could you even remember what you did, the moves you performed to the music?
“I need an answer, Y/N,” Babette said firmly. “If it’s a no, I need to see if any of the others will do it, and they’re starting to get busy.”
You took a deep breath. “I’ll get ready.”
The Madame nodded. “I’ll show them to the showers, and then Private Stage 1. Don’t be long.”
Half an hour later, you waited just off stage whilst Babette asked the women – now freshly showered and sitting in the brothel’s complimentary and freshly-laundered robes on the couches below the stage – if they were ready to begin.
Medarda made a passive-aggressive comment about having waited long enough, which Babette professionally ignored. The Madame dimmed the lights in the room, turning on the music for your old set. She exited the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
On the beat, you sashayed your way onto the stage slowly, your gold dress trailing behind you as you circled the black leather sofa on the stage. Through the eye-holes in your feathered half-mask, you could see the women perk up and begin to watch you in fascination and arousal.
The heavy beat of the club music entranced the women as you swayed your hips, running your hands up your curves, teasing them at first with glimpses of your breasts as the loose top of your dress moved.
You’d painted your body with various colours; swirls and patterns adorning your skin. Spirals on your back; stars between your thighs; sets of rings around your nipples; a trail of love-hearts down from your bellybutton to the top of your bare pussy.
As you seductively lowered the straps of your dress past your breasts, you could see their eyes open in intrigue at the shapes, their eyes drawn exactly where you wanted them to look. You smiled proudly, enjoying the rush you used to get from being on stage.
You turned your back to the four of them, easing your dress all the way down past your hips. Stepping out of it, you moved back to the couch, kneeling up on it, showing them the curve of your ass as you shook your hips to the music.
You teased them with your body, running your hands all over yourself, spreading your legs wide so they could all see your wet pussy. You heard Grayson’s voice murmur a compliment, and Kiramman mirrored it with a nod.
Sevika, sat between Grayson and Medarda, was silent and still as she watched you. You knew her well enough to know she was barely holding it together.
Medarda was surprisingly neutral. Definitely aroused, but she watched you impassively, tilting her head side to side as you performed your moves, sipping her wine.
Slowly rising from the couch, your playlist still filling the room, you made your way down the steps off the stage. You beelined for Sevika, smiling at her under your mask as you climbed onto her lap. She groaned under you, her hands immediately resting on your hips.
You ground down on her for a second, before looking to Grayson, and Kiramman on the end. With more grace than they expected, you smoothly lifted your leg from over Sevika’s lap, spun around, and planted your leg back down on the other side of Grayson.
Facing away from her, you shook your ass in her lap, delighting in her groan.
“Can I touch you?” she asked in her husky voice.
Looking over your shoulder, you smiled and nodded.
She rested her hands on your hips, breathing deeply as she watched you rise and fall in her lap, rubbing your pussy against her thigh.
Looking over your right shoulder at Kiramman, you smiled again. Reaching out a hand, you ran your hand up her thigh, trailing your fingertip up her body, before stroking her cheek softly. Her eyes were blown wide in arousal, her mouth slightly parted.
You surprised them all by leaning over and kissing her gently, just enough to tease. When you pulled back, she tried to follow. Playfully, you shook your head, lifting your leg again and spinning back into Sevika’s lap.
Facing your regular, you pulled her head into your breasts, rocking your hips against her. She moaned eagerly, her hands cupping your breasts and pressing them against her face. You looked at Grayson, slipping a hand down her robe, stroking your hand over her stomach and under her breasts as she smiled at you.
You looked on your other side, getting a closer look at Medarda. She was more interested than before, but still seemed the most relaxed, almost casual.
You had to change that.
Holding your hand out, she took it with a soft smirk, holding you steady whilst you climbed off Sevika’s lap, stepped smoothly to the side, and climbed over her. She rested her hand on your hip, still not putting her wine down, watching you with interest as you ground your hips down on her with the music, your hands resting over her robe-covered breasts. She raised an eyebrow at you, almost impressed by your boldness.
You just smiled back cheekily, rocking your hips harder.
She lifted her hand up to your mask, not touching it, but waited. You nodded, closing your eyes as she eased the mask off your head. You opened your eyes and looked back at her. Gently tossing the mask onto the floor, she nodded approvingly.
You smiled, heading back to the stage for the final song. You swayed your hips, caressed your breasts, bent over to let them see your glistening pussy, before ending on the couch with your hands between your legs.
When the last song ended, the music transitioned back into a sensual and heady rhythm, keeping the women entranced with you. You moved off the couch onto the edge of the stage, close enough for them to touch you if they wished.
“So, ladies, what did we think?” you asked coyly.
Kiramman, Grayson, and Sevika all nodded and smiled, offering compliments.
You looked to the General, who had merely sipped her wine.
“It was a little amateurish, child,” she critiqued.
You frowned. She’d asked to see it! Babette had told her you hadn’t performed it in a while, and she’s picking fault?! “I haven’t performed it in two years,” you argued back.
“That was obvious.”
You regarded her closely, leaning back on your hands, crossing your legs to hide your pussy. “You’re mean.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Mean?” she repeated, amused.
“Don’t ruin this!” Sevika hissed to her, her metal fist clenching in her lap.
“She’s ruining it for herself, not you.” You turned your head back to Ambessa, who was just looking at you in amusement. “I don’t like mean people.”
“You expect all your clients to be nice?”
You shook your head. “No, but I don’t know you; you haven’t earned the right to be mean to me.”
“My coin will be lining your pockets, girl.”
You shrugged. “I don’t care about coin. You don’t get to be mean to me until I say so,” you repeated.
She sipped her wine again, as the other three women watched the interaction with bated breaths. “You want me to be nice.”
“Yes.”
“Until you want me to be mean.”
You nodded. “Yes.”
“And how will I know when you want me to be start being mean?”
“I’ll open my legs again.”
Her eyes roved down to your hips. “I could just open your legs myself.”
“I’m sure you could.” You leant forward, surprising and amusing her by taking her wine glass out of her hand. Leaning back again, you sipped from it. “But wouldn’t it be more fun to earn it?”
“I don’t have to earn many things anymore, little one.”
“I think that’s your problem. You don’t earn enough things. Come and earn this,” you gestured down your body, “Or I’ll focus on my three other guests,” you smiled at the others flirtatiously, “And leave you to your own hands.”
Her eyebrows raised again at your impertinence, given that she was the one paying you a small fortune for the night. But she decided to play your game. She’d allow you your insolence. It was amusing.
Standing up slowly, she towered over you, but you didn’t break your eyes from hers. Placing a large warm hand on your thigh, she surprised you by rolling you onto your hip, facing the other three women. You watched in confusion and then realisation when she bent down.
Her hands parted your cheeks, and her tongue touched your back hole. You gasped aloud, not having expected her to do such a thing, to lower herself to use her mouth there. You put the wine glass down on the stage, at the risk of dropping it from shock and pleasure.
Her tongue licked over and around your hole, her large hands holding your hips in place as you moaned from deep in your throat.
“Fuck, General…” you groaned, your head dropping forward to your chest.
“Does it feel good, darling?” Kiramman asked from the couch, her chest heaving slightly.
You nodded. “So good.”
“Make her earn it though,” Sevika grunted, visibly unhappy at having to share you with someone else.
Ambessa growled against your ass, the sound sending vibrations through you. You gasped again, reaching a hand back and holding her forearm as she held your thigh.
She ate your ass for a few minutes, bringing you almost to the edge of an orgasm. When your legs started twitching, you pushed her back gently with a hand to her shoulder. Pupils blown wide, she looked at you, waiting for your next move.
Smiling at her, you rolled onto your butt, opening your legs for her.
“Oh?” she raised an eyebrow. “I’ve earned it, I see?”
You nodded as you panted. “You have.”
“So, now I’m allowed to be mean?”
You smiled. “Babette told you my limits and safewords?”
“She did.”
“Then I’m yours.”
“Very nice, child. But I finish what I start.”
With a firmer grip on your hips, she rolled you over onto your stomach, pulling you back until you were bent over the edge of the stage. She spread your legs a little, kneeling behind you. Her tongue returned to your ass, with one hand slipping between your legs and rubbing your clit.
You groaned louder, supporting yourself on your elbows, your head down low as you rode the sensations. “Fuck! Fuck!”
“She does have a mouth on her,” Sevika commented dryly; you could hear her smirk.
Kiramman and Grayson both hummed.
“I can’t wait to find out,” the Councillor said.
Your legs started to tremble as your orgasm built. “General, can I cum? Please?”
She pulled away just long enough to grant permission, then returned to your ass with fervour. You let the pleasure roll over you, and you climaxed only a few seconds later. Crying out, you threw your head back and moaned long and low, your pussy clenching on nothing as she rubbed your swollen clit.
She surprised you again by quickly moving her head down to your pussy, sliding her tongue inside and gathering your juices. Ambessa hummed happily as she tasted your offerings, squeezing your ass cheeks as she slurped you clean.
Eventually, she released you, standing up again. Leaning over your panting frame, she reached for her wine glass, taking a casual sip. Threading her fingers through your hair, she gently pulled you up into a standing position. She held the wine glass to your lips, letting you take a sip.
When you caught your breath, you looked up at her, then the other three women.
“Would you like to head upstairs now?”
You held Kiramman’s and Grayson’s hands as you led the four women upstairs to your room on the top floor. As one of the highest earners in the establishment, you had one of the best rooms – spacious, opulently decorated, the best furniture.
You opened the door, stepping aside to let them all in. After they filed in, you closed the door behind you, adjusting the lighting in the room to a soft pink tone.
“There are drinks and snacks there,” you pointed to a cabinet against a wall, “Please help yourselves at any time. There’s a bathroom just there too.”
You set your jukebox – gifted to you by a pathetic, rich man who could only get off when you held his head under water in the bath – to play gentle sensual songs, just to fill the silence.
Turning, you took in all of the women. “Before we start, does anyone have any limits, outside of what Babette has already explained to you?”
They all shook their heads as they sat around on the couches in your sitting space.
“Is this anyone’s first time, or have we all been with women before?”
They all nodded.
You smiled back. “Wonderful. Well, over here,” you crossed the room to a different cabinet, opening the drawers and doors, displaying a wide collection of sex toys and implements – dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipples clamps, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, and so much more, “Is everything we can use tonight. I can use them on you; you can use them on me; you can use them on each other. Whatever you would like.”
Medarda and Grayson got up and came over to inspect your offerings. You let them look, turning your attention to the other two women on the sofa. Smiling at them, you made your way over to them, kneeling before them, one hand on one of their knees.
“Would you two like to start things off?” you asked softly.
They glanced at each other, reluctant.
You giggled softly. “I didn’t mean with each other. Though you obviously can. I meant,” you started running your fingertips up the insides of their thighs, Sevika on your left, Kiramman on your right, “Would you like to start with me?”
Sevika answered first. “Yes,” she said gruffly.
You glanced to the other woman, who nodded.
“Do you want to slip your robes off? And then I can get started,” you licked your bottom lip pointedly with a flirty smile, both women getting your point.
They quickly untied and opened their robes, discarding them to the side. You knew what Sevika’s body looked like – muscled; strong; tight muscles under dark skin – but you smiled widely at her, kissing her knee gently.
Looking over at Kiramman, you took in her form. Beautiful breasts with excited nipples; a toned stomach; creamy skin over her curvaceous hips.
“You’re gorgeous,” you complimented softly, kissing her knee next. “What can I call you?”
“Cassandra,” she breathed as your fingertips kept stroking her thigh.
You looked up at her from under your lashes. “Nice to meet you, Cassandra.”
You moved your hands to the backs of their knees, tugging gently. “Move forward a bit.”
They both complied, scooting their hips closer to the edge of the couch, their bodies now reclining slightly.
You smiled happily. Kneeling up, you slid your hands against their thighs, pushing their outer legs up and back onto the couch, opening them both up for you. Cassandra was visibly surprised; Sevika was not. She looked down at you desperately, her pupils blown wide with need.
You shifted a little closer to her, moving your right hand between Cassandra’s legs. Rubbing your thumb over her clit, you kept your eyes on Sevika’s as you lowered your mouth to her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched you lick up her slit, moaning when you slowly circled her clit with the tip of your tongue.
Cassandra watched your tongue move up and down Sevika’s pussy, her hips shifting as your fingers started mirroring your tongue’s movements, running up and down her waxed lips. Dipping briefly into her dripping hole, you started circling her clit again.
Thankfully your job had given you a lot of experience in multitasking.
Across the room, Ambessa and Grayson watched from your toy cabinet, eyeing your bare ass through your see-through dusky pink robe that did nothing to hide your body. They observed Sevika’s head drop back in pleasure as she held your head to her pussy, her hips grinding against your mouth; all the while your right hand started moving your fingers inside Cassandra’s pussy, earning softer moans from the aristocrat.
“Quite a sight,” Grayson’s voice crooned softly.
“Indeed,” Medarda agreed. “Shall we occupy ourselves until it’s our turn?”
The Sheriff was clearly surprised. “What did you have in mind, General?”
Ambessa started untying her robe. “Lie down.”
Grayson raised an eyebrow, but followed her lead. Robe tossed aside, she lay back on the soft floor, propping herself up on her elbows. The Noxian came to kneel over her hips, slotting one leg under Grayson’s.
The Sheriff gasped as Medarda pressed her trimmed pussy against her own, starting to rock her hips. Both women moaned as their clits rubbed together, Grayson moving her hands to hold the General’s strong hips.
You longed to look over your shoulder, but you kept your focus on the two women in front of you. You pulled your mouth off Sevika, making her groan in protest, and moved to Cassandra. You replaced your fingers with your mouth on her bare pussy, sliding three fingers from your left hand into Sevika’s soaked hole.
Cassandra groaned as you sucked her clit, slipping two fingers back inside her. “Gods, darling, this feels…”
“Better than your husband?” Sevika grunted, rocking her hips on your hand.
Before Cassandra could reply, offended, you jolted your hand into Sevika’s cunt, making her groan.
“Sevika, don’t be rude,” you chastised.
To Cassandra’s surprise, the Zaunite mumbled, “Sorry.”
“Good girl,” you praised, returning your mouth to Cassandra’s pussy, licking and slurping hungrily.
Medarda’s and Grayson’s moans increased from across the room, both their pleasures rising as they continued to grind against each other. Reaching down with one hand, the General cupped and held Grayson’s breasts, making the Sheriff grip her hips tighter.
You ran your mouth over Cassandra’s pussy, quickly sucking on her clit and thrusting your fingers into her delicious and smooth cunt until she started panting harder, reaching her hands down to hold your head.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, “I’m coming! I’m…” she trailed off with a loud groan, her head falling back as her pussy clenched around your fingers, spilling onto your hand as her chest heaved.
“Fuck…” Sevika breathed next to her, her own orgasm approaching faster as she watched the Councillor – who she couldn’t deny was a beautiful woman – come apart for you.
You flicked your eyes over to Sevika, holding her gaze as you slurped up Cassandra’s offerings, only stopping when she released your head, gently nudging you away.
Keeping your eyes on Sevika, your chin wet with Piltie juices, you scooted over to her again. Slowly lowering your head to her cunt, you latched onto her clit as you quickened your hand, wanting her to spill for you just like Cassandra did.
“I-I won’t last,” she mumbled, resting her flesh hand on your cheek.
You nodded against her, giving her permission to cum when she wanted. She visibly relaxed, her eyes locking with yours as you felt her pussy starting to tighten around your fingers with the first signs of her orgasm.
Cassandra surprised you both by reaching her hand out and cupping Sevika’s breasts, rolling her dark nipples. The Zaunite moaned loudly at the sudden and unexpected – but not unwelcome – sensation, her orgasm suddenly crashing into her. She groaned low, her hips bucking against you as she poured over your curled fingers, some juices spattering against your neck and chest as she squirted.
From behind you, Medarda and Grayson both moaned loudly as they climaxed simultaneously, their hard clits rocking against each other, wet pussies grinding together until they both met their end.
You slowly pulled your mouth off Sevika, slipping your fingers out when her pussy stopped spasming. Looking over your shoulder, you gave Medarda and Grayson a nod and a smile, turning back to Sevika. Standing up slowly, you leant over her, taking hold of her chin with the fingers you’d fucked her with.
“I want you to apologise to Cassandra again. Okay?” you challenged, sliding the fingers from your right hand – the fingers you’d used on Cassandra – into her mouth.
Sevika moaned at the taste of the other woman on her tongue.
“Hmmm? Can you do that for me, sweetie?” you cooed, kissing her scarred cheek.
She nodded around your fingers, sucking them clean.
You smiled sweetly. “Good girl. Whatever she wants. Be good.” You gave Cassandra a wink as you straightened up fully and headed over to Grayson and Medarda as the Noxian extricated herself from the Sheriff’s lap, kneeling on the soft rug.
Medarda immediately reached for your hand, pulling you into her lap, your legs around her hips, and kissing you deeply. You couldn’t hide your surprise, but quickly responded, letting her pull you tighter against her muscled body.
Grayson stood up, walking to the toy cabinet and pulling out a strap. She selected a toy to go with it, pulling the harness over her hips and fastening the sides.
“If I might intrude, Ambessa?” she asked gently.
The General released your mouth, letting you off her lap onto your knees on the floor. “Of course, Sheriff. Pick a hole whilst I prepare.” She stood smoothly, going to the cabinet and selecting her own harness and toy.
“Your name’s Ambessa?” you enquired, smiling softly as Grayson knelt behind you, kissing your neck.
“Yes.”
“Shall I call you that?”
“If you would like. That, or ‘General’. I do not mind.”
You nodded, eyeing the strap she attached the harness. One of your larger sizes, without being something you needed special prep for.
“Am I okay in here, darling?” Grayson crooned in your ear, her fingertips touching your back hole.
You shivered, leaning back against her. You nodded, “Yes, Sheriff.”
Ambessa handed Grayson a bottle of oil, then lay down before you. “Come here, little one.”
You climbed over her hips, settling yourself above the toy at her hips. She held you steady as you slowly started sinking down, groaning as the toy stretched your dripping pussy. You lowered yourself, inch by inch, until you sat down on her hips, the toy buried deep inside you.
“Well done, child,” she praised. “I did not expect that to be so seamless.”
You smiled, a little breathless. “Practice.”
Grayson moved forward behind you. “Will this be as easy?” she asked, rubbing the tip of her lubed toy against your back hole.
You leant forward, hands on Ambessa’s breasts, looking back over your shoulder with a coy smirk. “I guess you’ll find out.”
The Sheriff smirked back at you, nudging her hips forward and starting to press inside you. Your hole immediately started working to accept the toy, stretching around the navy-blue silicone. When she got the head inside, she held still for a second, letting you breathe.
You appreciated it, smiling back at her sweetly. “You can keep going.”
She eased her hips forward, slowly filling your ass with the toy as it pressed against Ambessa’s strap inside your pussy. The double sensation made you feel deliciously full, the toys rubbing against each other through your inner walls.
Cassandra’s moans from across the room drew all three of yours attention, and you watched as Sevika slowly started easing her fist into the Councillor’s pussy. The Piltie held her knees open and back against her chest, head dropping back as the rough Zaunite worked her way past her knuckles into the other woman’s cunt.
Grayson’s hips seated fully against yours, making your eyes cross as the toy slid all the way inside you.
The women let you breathe for a second, before Ambessa used her strength to lift your hips and lower you back down onto her strap. At the same time, Grayson withdrew a halfway, then thrust back in.
You groaned loudly, cursing under your breath. “Fuck… So full…”
“You’re taking us beautifully,” Grayson complimented in your ear. One of her hands slipped around your torso, cupping your breast from behind. Ambessa held your other, squeezing tighter than the Sheriff.
The three of you all moved your hips together and apart in a good rhythm, and you were all moaning in no time. The ribbed insides of the harnesses rubbed against their clits, and the push-pull of both toys inside you quickly had you all climbing towards your ends. The three of you didn’t care that it was quick; you had all night together, you could slow things down later on.
You watched again as Cassandra writhed before Sevika, her hips bucking as the bigger woman thrust her fist in and out of her leaking pussy, the sloppy sounds audible from across the room.
You smiled at Sevika, calling her name. “Are you being a good girl? Are you giving Cassandra what she wants?”
The Councillor answered for her in a breathy moan. “She’s being perfect for me.”
You smiled proudly at your regular. “Good. Keep going, Vika.”
Ambessa held your jaw, turning your head back to her. “Eyes back on me, little one.”
You giggled softly, your hair starting to stick to your forehead. “Sorry, General.”
They rode you together for a few minutes, the filling sensations making your clit pulse and your pussy leak around Ambessa’s strap.
“Gods…” you panted. “I need to cum.”
“General?” Grayson asked over your shoulder. “Shall we allow it?”
Ambessa hummed thoughtfully, running her hand up and down your chest. “She has been delightful.” She pondered for a few seconds, as if seriously considering whether or not to allow your orgasm. You started to panic a little, already feeling your pleasure climbing, when she nodded. “Yes, I think we can allow it.”
“Oh gods…” you moaned. Hearing her permission broke a wall inside you, and your climax hit you strongly. You bounced as best you could between them as your holes clenched on their cocks, your pussy leaking down over Ambessa’s toy and hips. “Fuck!”
Both women pounded into you harder, chasing their own orgasms as they watched you in yours. Ambessa came first, Grayson a second later as the harnessed rubbed their throbbing clits.
Across the room, Cassandra squirted over Sevika’s fist, and the stronger woman bent her head to slurp it up.
The five of you kept swapping places over the next few hours, before you took the initiative to call for a break. You slipped your dusky pink robe over you, not bothering to close it, as you poured drinks for everyone, plating up some bite-sized cured meats and cheeses from the mini-fridge in your room – courtesy of an Ionian merchant who liked to whip your ass – accompanied with some nuts and candied fruits.
The five of you ate, drank, and freshened up, chatting softly amongst yourselves. You sat in Sevika’s lap, leaning back against her muscled chest as you fed each other. Ambessa massaged your calves, helping you stretch out a cramp you’d gotten earlier. You held her wine glass to her lips as thanks.
When you all recovered, Cassandra put your ass in the air, fucking you with a double-ended toy, both of you moaning unabashedly as the ribbed toy thrust into your soaked cunts. Ambessa reclined in front of you, pulling your face into her trimmed cunt. You devoured her eagerly, moaning at her strong but sweet taste over your tongue.
A few feet away, Sevika lay on the floor, Grayson’s pussy on her face as the Sheriff bent over her and feasted on her cunt. Both women moaned and writhed against each other, teasing and edging each other until Grayson finally caved and made Sevika cum first, only orgasming when the woman under her slid two fingers into her.
An hour later, Sevika put you on your tummy as she lay between your legs, licking and slurping your ass, squeezing your cheeks in her hands, grinding her pussy against a pillow between her legs.
You watched as Ambessa, Grayson, and Cassandra formed a chain – Ambessa strapping the Sheriff, who in turn strapped Cassandra. The three of them made for a debauched show, all moving and moaning together a few feet away.
After you all finished there, Cassandra called Sevika over. The Piltie lay on her back, encouraging the Zaunite to sit on her face, saying she deserved to be thanked for the delicious fisting she provided earlier. Sevika needed no further encouragement, happily sitting on the rich woman’s face.
You smiled, taking inspiration from watching them. Locking eyes with Grayson, you rolled onto your back, playfully sticking your tongue out. The Sheriff growled, moving into position over your face. She surprised you by stretching your arms out to the side, kneeling over your upper arms, trapping them under her ankles. When she settled onto your face, your heart raced and your pussy pounded when you realised you couldn’t use your arms; you were trapped under her, at her mercy.
Your pussy practically poured onto Ambessa’s mouth as the General started leisurely feasting on you, lazily licking and sucking on your slit, seemingly not in any rush to make you cum. Grayson knelt over you as she casually sipped her wine, nibbling again on meats and cheeses, enjoying your hard work under her as you tried your best to impress her and make her cum.
You would whimper from time to time as Ambessa refused to allow you to cum until she was done with you, slowly slipping one thick finger into you, fucking you at a snail’s pace, determined to drive you mad.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but your jaw had started to ache by the time Grayson finally spilled onto your tongue, rocking her hips against you. When she heard the Sheriff orgasm, Ambessa went into overdrive, fiercely sucking on your tender clit, forcing you into an orgasm in less than a minute, holding your hips still as you cried into Grayson’s folds.
The night slowly faded into dawn, beams of sunlight starting to pour into the room, casting golden light of your bodies as you lay around the room. You were tucked into Sevika’s chest on the couch, whilst the others slept in your large bed.
Sevika squeezed you gently as she roused, kissing the top of your head.
“Morning,” you said softly, your body starting to register your aches. “Sleep okay?” You’d never woken up together.
She grunted. “Was a good night.”
You nodded, tucking your head tighter under her chin. “Are you going to bring your friends back again?”
Horny!Sevika who gets turned on by almost everything you do!!
Horny!Sevika who watches you start doing the dishes as she finishes her tower of a meal, you always make sure she's well fed. The mere thought of you taking care of her in such a subtle way dampens her boxers, causing her to shift around her seat. "You okay baby?" You ask in that sweet, caring tone. It kills her off, the next minute your sat up on the counter with her head between your legs.
Horny!Sevika who gets 'morning wood'. Bless her she can't help it, but when she wakes up and instantly feels your soft curves pressed up against her it gets her going. Whether your back is pressed up against her chest, your ass pressed snug into into her crotch. Or your curled up into her side with one leg sprawled over her. Her hands mindlessly roam your body, kneading your curves until she can't take it anymore. Either quietly stuffing her own hand into her boxers, desperately rubbing her clit until she's groaning softly into your neck, or she grinds against your ass until she orgasms. Either way, she wakes up impossibly wet every morning.
Horny!Sevika cannot watch you clean, whenever you announce your going to clean the house she has to leave. Or you wouldn't get anything done. Bending over while your mopping? Not for long she's up behind you, pulling you onto the nearest peice of furniture and eating your little cunt. You want to change the bedding? Nope. She's 'helping you out' by grabbing her strap and pounding into you over and over again until you ruin the new sheets and have to change them AGAIN.
Horny!Sevika who finds new things everyday that gets her going. Today was no different. You had dragged her grocery shopping, "Vika, do you prefer the brown bread or white? You eat it the most when I make you lunches for work.." you mumble while looking down at you little list, lip pulled between your teeth. "Whichever doll, all tastes the same..." And yep, she's wet, rubbing her thighs together with each step, since that moment she hadn't took her hand off your lower back as it kept wondering down to cup your ass. "Vika! Not here..." you giggle. Sevika wasn't against semi public sex, within 5 minutes you were in the bathrooms sat up on the counter as she curled her fingers into your needy cunt, watching you fall apart on her hand.
Horny!Sevika who was watching you get ready, trying to fasten the clasp on your necklace and fail again and again. The small pout on your face as you got more frustrated made her feral. She stood up and in a few long strides was behind you, fastening the necklace with care. "Look too damn good today princess..." Sevika pulled your hair to one side, kissing and nibbling on your neck, hands cupping your tits and kneading them in her hands. You let out a small whimper of need and her hands are in your bra, pulling and tweaking your nipples until your squirming and begging her to fuck you.
Horny!Sevika who was overly protective of you, so when you got back from wherever you went, soaked to the bone from the rain. She was on you in seconds. "Shouldn't be out in this weather dressed like this doll." Though her protective instincts were quickly replaced by desire when she saw your drenched shirt. White. Nipples pebbled underneath the fabric from the cold. Your clothes clinging to you like a second skin. Her excuse to get you in the bath was that you needed to warm up, she climbed in behind you, hand slipping between your legs to bring you to multiple orgasms before cleaning you up. Did she orgasm just from touching you? Yes. But she couldn't give one shit about it. She was needy for you. Always.
Horny!Sevika who was grumpy as fuck a few days before her period, grumbling about everything being in her way. When she got home, you knelt between her legs, to unlace her boots and take them off, caring so deeply for her. But the mere sight of you between her legs, looking up at her with those soft, doe eyes had her soaked instantly, shifting her hips. "Vika... do you need me to help with that too?.." your hands go to her belt and within 2 minutes of having your soft, gentle mouth on her greedy pussy she's cumming all over your face. She can't help it.
Horny!Sevika who can't stop looking at you in that dress. Her hands were on you. All. Day. "Vika... what's gotten you so worked up today? I didn't do anything..." you giggle as she squeezes your hips, pulling you flush against her own chest. "You don't have to do anything to drive me wild doll... that's the fuckin' problem. Just the sight of you, the fact that you exsist is enough to make me want to drop to my knees and worship you." So she does, sinking to her knees, she lifts up your dress, hiking one of your thighs over her shoulder. She kisses you through your panties, too feral to remove them at first, but then she gets desperate, ripping the skimpy fabric off and stuffing her tongue deep into your needy, sopping hole. "God... Vika please..." dragging her tongue upto your clit, she sucks and licks on the senstive nub until your coating her tongue with your sweet release. Standing up she pulls your dress down, pockets your ripped panties and goes back to whatever she was doing before, satisfied... for now.
Horny!Sevika who can't be trusted to do the laundry anymore. Everytime she tries to not get distracted, she really does. But when she sees your lace panties in the hamper, she tells herself just a quick sniff, just one. Too many times you've caught her in the bathroom, your used panties in her hand, desperately rubbing them on her puffy, wet pussy. Humping the skimpy fabric like it personally wronged her. "Fuckin'- damn it woman your gonna be the death of me..." she groaned as she came on your used panties, before tossing them back into the hamper and leaving the launry until tomorrow... where the cycle would continue. Hence she's now banned for doing the laundry.
Horny!Sevika who watched you from the couch on christmas day as you played with your niece, gasping and giggling as you both played with her new barbie dolls. Your sister passed your nephew, a newborn. And watching you sit there, with a baby in your arms, still playing with your niece like it was the easiest thing in the world... the all too familiar feeling of her slick folds clinging to her wet boxers resurfaced. That night the minute you got home she was dragging you to the bedroom, you didn't protest anymore it was normal. Settling for a "what did I do this time?" With a small chuckle.
10 minutes later, with her strap buried deep in your cunt the reason sills from her lips. "Gonna put a fuckin' baby in you... fuck gonna put so many babies in this fucking perfect belly... get you all swollen and round..." you resisted dampening her mood by reminding her that the strap couldn't get you pregnant. She made you orgasm multiple times before she finally let go herself, the feel of the harness dragging against her clit with each thrust becoming too much. "There you go mama... did so good putting a baby in me..." you coo. And Sevika starts up again, you calling her mama made her realise no matter what you did, as long as you existed, she would always need you.
Morticia x Reader x Gomez (nsfw bc youre a god(ess??) at that)
God or goddess is fine 🖤💕 if you wanted more gn terms; diety, royalty, divinity, Ruler, celestial, embodiment, higher being, all mighty are all terms I've heard used 🌌🖤💕
Gomez and Morticia have an undying love, an eternal flam of passion keeping them together. Nothing and no one can ever change their intensity no matter the sort of meddling.
In poly relationships, open relationships, or just hookups they have an inhumanly low amount jealousy. They know that no love could be like what they have, that all love is different in forms, ways, intensities, feelings.
That being said most people who decide to try out loving one or both end up resenting them, that they could never be with them.
They end up never being serious with anyone. But you so far have met their standards. You adore what they have. Knowing that they both deserve to be loved so truly so deeply. That everyone deserves a love like that.
You understand you're theirs and them yours but you could never replace either of them. You adore what they have but not envy. You want your own form of love from them.
You're one of the family, and them being so different from most they take new things with a grain of salt. The kids not understanding why they'd they'd need to explain any of it. Met with a "mother love is gross why so much of it." Or a "Oh-" or an uninterested sigh or nod.
You adore dinners, and crazy nights in the graveyard watching from afar rather than joining in a with a smile on your face almost in shock. That they're so horrifyingly friendly, you try to take a part of the family, similar to a babysitter, just going about blending in. Joining the kids with their shinnanigans explaining that normal humans die from this so let's keep knives out of my stomach.
You'll help clean, and set up parties, your heart almost dropped when Gomez invited you to waltz with him at a party, you were shocked. And tried to explain that you had no idea how. And he replied with "nonsense I'll do the work my love you just follow my lead." Kissing your knuckles eyeing morticia with a wink before lifting your chin to make you look at him while he swept you away.
You find yourself awake sometimes since some nights are louder than others, Morticia always has a way of knowing and the two of you end up going on nightly walks through the graveyard and swamp and basement talking about who knows what. She seems so interested in what you say, silently listening with smile on her face. Ready to woo you with her words. Effortlessly make your heart beat faster.
NSFW
I'm just gonna come right out and say they're both switches and extremely kinky. They're dark deranged and twisted and will make you question your morality. They'll show you things you'd never thought would get you begging for more. They both love domming you, since for them you're most likely less deranged and not willing to do... what needs to be done...
They also know that you're much more innocent than they are so they love seeing your face beat red, body sweaty your chest heaving, drooling for them.
Not a thought in that over fucked brain. You have to remember your safe word, they're used to much much much softer limits so they'd most likely after only a couple times end up make a little poster. With the safe word.
Gomez is more of an ease you into this, plenty of kisses and encouragement, going just passed what you can handle and smirking at you with your tear stained cheeks. "Mi amor, you look divine covered in tears, oh dear. I haven't had such a cute tembling thing on my hands in so long. You can take it I know you can, you're mine aren't you? Just a little more. No? You know the safe word darling. That's it. I wish morticia could see you right now gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."
Morticia is more of a push you until you break then kiss away the tears. Unless you don't break in which she tells you how proud she is of her darling thing. She's more into giving you pain than seeing you react to it. Loves seeing burns or marks or bruises. Then kissing them reminding you of how precious you are. "So sweet for me, wow. What a lovely thing, oh oh you like that? I knew you were filthy, afterall you're here with me aren't you? Your bodies so soft and pretty I can't wait to scratch it up. I want you to remember all the things mommy's about to do to you, my love. My dearest, my precious gorgeous thing. That's it. Louder. Let me hear you scream."
But when they're together you stand no chance, it's romantic to them. Teaming up on you, it builds their relationship as well as yours with them. They get off tying you up, gomez worshipping you as morticia marks you up. They take turns kissing eachother, so many poetic phrases about being divine. And gorgeous and some rather grotesque but somehow romantic lines of how good you look vulnerable for them, so trusting and willing.
content warning: big clit!sev, oral, fingering, scissoring, cursing, allat good stuff c:<
you’re on your knees in front of her, hands trembling as they hover over her thighs. sevika leans back, her posture relaxed but commanding, one hand gripping the edge of the chair while the other trails down her stomach to her exposed cunt. her clit is impossibly swollen, thick and proud, already glistening with her arousal. it’s no wonder she’s been teasing you about it all night, her voice low and taunting, promising you an experience you won’t forget. “look at you,” she purrs, her smirk widening as she watches you struggle to keep your composure. “such a needy little slut for me already. tell me what you want.”
your mouth feels dry, but the words spill out anyway, desperate and shaky. “i want to taste you. please, let me..-” she cuts you off with a sharp laugh, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “not yet,” she says, dragging a finger along her clit, making it twitch under her touch. “you haven’t earned it. beg better than that.”
your cheeks burn, but the ache between your legs is impossible to ignore. you lean forward, pressing your forehead against her thigh, your voice trembling as you try again. “please, sevika. i need to feel you. i need it so bad. i’ll do anything, just let me...-!” this time, she doesn’t interrupt. instead, she spreads her legs wider, her clit practically begging for attention. “good girl. you can start with this.”
you waste no time, leaning in to press your mouth against her thick clit, licking it slowly at first, feeling the way it pulses under your tongue. sevika lets out a low groan, her hips jerking slightly as you tighten your lips around it, sucking gently. “fuck, that’s it,” she mutters, her hand tangling in your hair to pull you closer. “you’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you? sucking on my clit like it’s all you were made for.”
her words send a jolt of heat through you, and you moan against her, your tongue working harder now, lapping up every drop of her wetness. the taste of her is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough, your hands gripping her thighs to hold yourself steady as you devour her. she breathes, her fingers tightening in your hair. “but don’t get too comfortable. i’m not done with you yet.”
before you can respond, she tugs your head back, surprising you with the force of it. “stand up,” she orders, her voice firm. you scramble to obey, your legs wobbly as you rise to your feet. she doesn’t give you a chance to recover, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the bed. you stumble after her, your heart pounding as she pushes you down onto the mattress. “get on your back,” she says, and you follow without hesitation, spreading your legs open for her.
sevika climbs on top of you, straddling your hips with practiced ease. her swollen clit brushes against you wet slit, and you gasp at the contact, your hips jerking upward instinctively. “look at you,” she murmurs, grinding against you slowly, letting you feel every inch of her thickness. “so fucking desperate for me. tell me what you really want.”
“i want you inside me,” you whimper, your hands gripping the sheets as she teases you with short, deliberate thrusts. “please, sevika. put your clit in me...i need it...!” she smirks at your pleading, reaching down to position herself against your entrance. “you’re such a greedy little slut,” she says, pushing forward just enough to make you cry out. “but fine. since you asked so nicely.”
with that, she thrusts deeper, and you nearly scream at the sensation of her thick clit stretching you open. it’s not much, but it’s enough to make your vision blur as she starts to move, rocking her hips against yours in slow, deep strokes. “how’s that feel?” she asks, her voice dripping with mockery. “you wanted this so bad... does it feel good getting stuffed full of my clit?”
you nod frantically, unable to form words as pleasure rips through you. she’s not even fully inside you, but the way she’s fucking you is enough to make your toes curl, every thrust sending shockwaves through your body. “fuck... yes...! it’s so good... ” you sob, your hands flying to her hips to try and pull her closer. “more... please-"
she laughs at your desperation but obliges, slamming into you harder until you’re gasping for air. “you’re insatiable,” she mutters, leaning down to nip at your neck. “but i can’t blame you. who wouldn’t want more of this?” she punctuates the word with another sharp thrust, and you feel yourself clenching around her tightly, your orgasm already building.
“i’m close...-!” you whimper, your voice breaking as sevika’s thick clit pushes deeper into you with every thrust. her rhythm is relentless, each movement sending searing waves of pleasure through your trembling body. your fingers dig into her hips, desperately trying to anchor yourself as she slams into you, the sound of your wetness filling the room. “please... don’t stop...i can’t...oh god.”
sevika leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she growls, “you think i’d stop now, you greedy little slut? i’m not done with you yet.” her words send a shiver down your spine, and you let out a strangled moan as she grinds against you harder, her clit pressing against just the right spot inside you. your back arches off the bed, your legs wrapping around her waist to pull her closer, begging for more.
“you feel that?” she taunts, her voice dripping with mockery. “my fuckin' clit stretching you open, fucking you so good. you’re taking it like such a desperate little bitch.” her words are cruel, but they only make you wetter, your body responding to her dominance in ways you can’t control. your orgasm is so close now, teetering on the edge, and you know she can feel it too by the way your pussy clenches around her.
“come on,” she sneers, her pace quickening as she drives into you with ruthless precision. “let me feel you cum. show me what a good little slut you are.” your vision blurs as the pressure builds, your breath coming in sharp gasps as she fucks you closer and closer to the edge. “fuck-! yes..! i’m gonna...” you choke out, your body tightening around her as pleasure overtakes you.
without warning, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you scream her name. sevika doesn’t stop, her thrusts only growing more intense as she rides out your climax, her clit pressing deep inside you with every movement. “that’s it,” she mutters, her voice low and approving. “good girl. take it all.”
you’re still trembling from the intensity of it when sevika finally pulls out, leaving you gaping and dripping. she smirks down at you, her swollen clit glistening with your combined wetness. “don’t think we’re done yet,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. “you’ve got plenty more to do for me.”
an: guys i loved writing the req... thank u to the anon that requested thisssss <3!!
request made by : @angelvika2 : passionately making love w sevika
wc: 1.7k~ ejaculating strap ;; anal training <16dni
you’re nervous. sevika notices it in the way your hands clutch at the sheets, how your breaths come too shallow. she doesn’t rush you. her left hand strokes down your side, steady, grounding, while her flesh palm cups your jaw.
“look at me,” she whispers, kissing your lips so soft it makes your chest ache. “you trust me?”
you nod. you whisper that you want this, no, want her.
she kisses you again, slower, letting you melt against her. when she lays you back, her lips trail over your skin in worship, every kiss a promise. her voice follows between touches: you’re safe… i’ve got you… i’ll go slow
her fingers part your thighs, brushing over you until you’re sighing and trembling beneath her. she eases one finger inside your pussy, gentle, coaxing, watching your face for every flicker of discomfort. “that’s it, sunshine,” she murmurs, kissing your temple. “you’re doing so good for me.”
when you’re dripping and pliant, she pauses, pressing her forehead to yours. “can i teach you more? ease you open back here?” her hand trails lower, teasing at your rim. the question alone makes you blush, but you nod, whispering yes.
her smile is soft, almost pained with how much she wants to treat you right. she slicks her finger and strokes there first, just circling, letting you breathe through it. “relax, baby. it’s just me.” she keeps kissing you, distracting you with tenderness until you’re sighing into her mouth and the tension melts.
the first push in makes you gasp, and she shushes you, lips brushing your cheek. “i know, i know. breathe with me. you’re okay.” she holds still until you nod, then strokes your hair as she starts to move, careful, deliberate. she doesn’t push for more, just teaches your body the feel of it, praises you for every little bit you take.
“look at you,” she whispers, voice rough with awe. “so perfect, letting me in like this.”
you cling to her shoulders, overwhelmed by how intimate it feels. her flesh hand finds your chest, pressing over your heartbeat as if she wants to feel it against her palm.
when she finally slides her other finger back into your pussy, the dual sensation makes your body jolt. you moan, trembling, and she breathes out something ragged. “that’s it. that’s my girl.”
she works you open until you’re undone in her arms, crying her name, falling apart as she holds you through it. and when you collapse against her chest, flushed and shaking, she kisses your hair and whispers, “you’re mine now. always.”
by the time she reaches for the harness, you’re already boneless under her, pupils wide, body trembling from how carefully she’s stretched you open. sevika pauses, holding it up so you can see. it’s thick, heavy, fitted snug against her hips, the base pressed to her so she can grind for her own pleasure.
“this okay?” she asks softly, eyes searching yours.
you nod, though your throat’s dry, your body shivering with nerves and anticipation. she leans in, kissing your lips until you whisper, “please.”
the first press of the silicone head against you makes you gasp. she takes her time, rocking slow, pushing only an inch before pulling back. “easy, sweetheart,” she murmurs. “let your body trust me.”
when she finally sinks deeper, she groans low in her chest. her metal hand braces your hip steady while her flesh hand strokes your face, your hair, kissing every whimper from your lips. she moves inside you with aching care, as if she’s making love to your soul, not just your body.
your nails dig into her shoulders when she bottoms out, the stretch intense but full, and you cry out her name. she stills, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, “that’s it, breathe. i’ve gotchu.”
she sets a rhythm, slow thrusts that make your back arch, every movement deliberate. the strap rubs her clit with each grind, and soon she’s panting too, biting back curses. her grip tightens on you, but she never loses that tenderness.
“so perfect,” she rasps. “you were made for me.”
and then, when she feels you start to shatter around her, she growls against your mouth, hips stuttering. the strap jerks inside you, and suddenly warmth floods deep within, thick, messy, dripping out around her length.
you choke on a sob, overwhelmed, clinging to her chest as it spills into you. “sev —”
“shhh, i know,” she breathes, holding you close, still moving just enough to keep it flowing. “i’m filling you, baby. mine.”
the sensation tips you over the edge, and you come undone with a cry, shaking violently in her arms. sevika kisses you through it, whispering broken praise, whispering that she loves you, that you’re everything.
she doesn’t pull out right away. she stays buried, keeping you full, rocking gently until your breathing evens out. only then does she cup your cheek, eyes shining with something raw, and kiss you like she’ll never let you go. “it’s okay,” she murmurs, stroking your cheek, hips pressing steady and deep. “just me, sweetheart.”
and then the strap releases again, thick streams filling you until it’s spilling back out around her length. you whimper at the sheer fullness, overwhelmed, and she hushes you, lips brushing your ear.
“shhh, you’re alright. i know it’s a lot. breathe for me.”
her thrusts stay slow, rolling, coaxing the strap to keep spilling into you. every time she grinds deeper, more warmth floods your body, slick and messy between your thighs. you shiver at the sensation, clinging to her shoulders, and she groans low, the sight of you like this almost undoing her.
“fuck, you’re beautiful,” she whispers, kissing your mouth again, tasting your little cries. “taking everything i give you like you were made for me.”
your body tightens around her, overwhelmed by the constant release, and she feels it, strokes your hip with her prosthetic hand, grounding you. “i’ve got you,” she repeats, voice rough but tender. “you can take it. i know you can.”
the mess runs down your thighs, soaking the sheets, and she doesn’t pull away, if anything, she presses you closer, chest to chest, kissing your hair as her pace stays unhurried.
“let me fill you up, baby,” she whispers, her forehead resting against yours. “all mine. always.”
the strap keeps pulsing, relentless, until you’re crying her name into her neck, your body convulsing around her. your climax rips through you, almost painful in its intensity, but she’s there, murmuring broken praise, kissing away the tears on your cheeks.
when it finally slows, when you’re trembling and dazed and leaking all over her, sevika just holds you. she doesn’t let the strap slip free, keeps you plugged full, rocking you gently in her lap.
“such a big girl,” she breathes, brushing hair from your face. “took it all for me. i’m so fucking proud of you.”
her voice cracks on the last words, soft and raw, like this moment means as much to her as it does to you.
