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content warning · primal play, cnc, kinda naive reader, dark content, daddie kink, dacryphillia, ellie’s kinda mean but still praises you cause you’re her good little girl, nasty lesbian sex.
words · 1k
dollirust’s note · need her to chase me n fuck me ugh. ૮․ ․ ྀིა
running through the forest, she chased you, and she wouldn’t stop. she’d given you a head start, letting her precious little bunnie escape her. though, she was going to catch you like she always did.
“run little bunnie.” her voice was dangerously low, like something sinister was wrapping around her gentle voice.
your doe eyes widen, a small sound slipping past your trembling lips. and you run. ellie’s eyes darken, her breath heaving as she watches you slip into the dark forest, fear radiating off you. she can almost smell it, it drives her crazy.
you don’t stop. not even for a second. your head turns seeing her enter after you, not even running for you, just walking with heavy struts. you gasp seeing her catch up to you so quickly, were you not running fast enough? your body buzzes with fear as you push deeper through the dark forest, your hands coming up to move the branches that slowed you down.
ellie’s lips twitch into a smirk. her boots practically making a pounding sound that could be heard miles away, and it only made you run faster, tripping over your own feet as you do. she watches as you stumble, your dress getting caught in branches, and your trembling hands reaching to tug it free.
you whined, desperately trying to tug your dress free of the branch, your eyes flickering to ellie’s figure that was getting dangerously closer to you with each passing second. your breathing quickens - finally, the brach sets you free once more, and your feet begin to move. but it was all for nothing as you trip on a log, your body falling to the ground, coating your white dress in leaves and dirt.
the wind got knocked out of you, leaving you panting as you try to sit up, only to fall. behind you ellie chuckles darkly as you struggle. you whimper, eyes wide, quickly turning your body around.
“oh sweetheart, did you really think you’d get away?” she taunts you. watching your pretty face pale.
you shiver at her words, pushing yourself back clumsily, shaking your head quickly as you try to get away. her smirk grows at your panicked state. she jumps forward, grabbing your ankles to pull you in front of her. you squeal, trying to get away once more, but it was no use, she flips you onto your tummy, pinning you down.
“where do you think you’re going little bunnie, hm?” she tutted. “you’re not fuckin goin anywhere” she growls, shoving your face in the dirt and lifting your hips. you whine and writhe in her grasp, which earns you a sharp slap on your ass that stings.
a cry leaves your pouty lips, your hands balling into a fist as you fight back tears. she hums and rubs the burn away gently. “daddie’s gonna fuck you now baby, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” she murmured, pushing your dress up slowly, revealing your lace panties.
“no, no- daddie p-please” you whined helplessly, though the growing wet spot on your panties told a different story.
“oh? but you’re soaking through your panties like a needy little whore.” she chuckles deeply, pressing her thumb against your tight hole through the dampened fabric. you mewl, wiggling slightly at the new feeling. she grunts, pushing you down more and ripping your panties clean off, revealing your twitching cunt.
she hums approvingly, using one hand to unbuckle her belt. the sound made you freeze, shaky breaths leaving your parted lips. she grins, taking the thick silicone cock out of her boxers, lining it up to your weeping little hole before snaking her hand around your throat.
her eyes flicker to your face for a moment, studying your flushed and shameful expression. she groans, snapping her hips, pushing deep inside you. a choked moan rips from your throat, your eyes rolling back as she fucks into you roughly.
“take it, fuckin take it” she drawls out, tightening her grip around your throat slightly. “fuck just like that, such a good fuckin girl for daddie, letting me use you like this.” it’s filthy the way she uses you, the way she throws her head back moaning, as if she could feel you squeezing around her as your own sickly sweet moans pour out of you melodically.
you squeezed your eyes shut tightly when ellie’s cock pounded at your sweet spot over and over again mercilessly. her free hand moving down to pinch your twitchy clit, pulling another mewl from you. “daddie- nhg- s’too mu- much.“ you whine desperately, reaching for her arm, silently pleading for her as you sob softly.
something snaps in her when you start to sob, her eyes rolling back and snapping her hips harsher to slide deeper into your tight little hole. wanting- no, needing to hear you cry even more for her. her moans turned animalistic, dangerous.
“oh fuck baby just like that- fuckin cry for me.” she groans deeply, rubbing tight circles on your clit as you writhe and cry, the feeling being too much, but oh it felt so good to be at her mercy. loving the way she handles you, uses you for her own pleasure. she removes her hand from your throat to shove two of her slender fingers in your mouth, making you choke on your desperate cries.
your cunt makes the nastiest sounds, squelching loudly as you tighten around the thick - silicone as it bruises your velvet walls so fucking good. a milky ring coating the base of her cock, and a string of your sticky wetness flashing in her face as she watches you suck her in so beautifully. and - you’re close, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach tightening with every deep thrust.
“daddie daddieee- m’gonna ah- gonna cum” you whine, babbling around her fingers, drool dripping down them.
“yeah? gonna be my good little bunnie n cum on my cock babygirl?” she mutters in your ear, pulling out of you just to slam back in, making you gasp, and your body trembles harshly as your orgasm pours out of you, soaking both of your legs and her cock.
“oh my fuck- goood yeah baby fuckin soak me, just like that fuck, good fuckin girl.” she slurs, head thrown back as she cums in her boxers hard.
you whine desperately as you shake violently, trying to work through your high, your mind blanking, and your body slacking on the ground as you’re no longer able to hold yourself up anymore.
her eyes flicker to you, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
“shh i’ve got you sweetheart, did s’good f’me.” she coos, gently scooping you up in her arms. “my good little girl, s’proud of you.” she hums sweetly in your ear.
Synopsis: You were usually so shy about being in control intimately; the overwhelming fear of accidentally doing something wrong or embarrassing loomed over you like a constant nagging at your mind, especially with a naturally dominant person like Sevika. But another thought kept circulating your mind; what if you didn’t have to have the fear of touching her wrongly? What if you didn’t touch her at all, and still made her lose her mind? Well, that was your plan, until it backfired on you completely.
Cw: sevika x shy!female!reader, smut, reader teasing poor Sevika, subtle bondage, sevika being tied up, masturbation, fingering, r!receiving, voyeurism, reader riding sevika’s thigh, subtle breast play, slapping of thigh, r!receiving, pet names used such as: dove, doll, slut.
Wc: 1.9k
“You sure you know what you’re doin’ doll?”
Your hands fastened the silk that was the hue of sapphire, reflective in its material and soft against your fingers but taut against sevika’s wrist. You made sure to leave just a silver of freedom for her to move if she was avid enough.
“Why wouldn’t I?” You mused, trying to ignore the palpitations of your erratic heart and the steaming of your blood underneath torrid skin. Your lips were subtly parted, and you knew she could hear the trembling of your meek voice—a voice that you wanted to rise above the shyness you adorned.
You stood up to admire your work with a bashful eye, you had her exactly where you wanted her; sat slack on one of the dining hall chairs, Sevika’s wrists were bound behind it as she wore a cruel-cutting smirk that tugged at the edges of her lips.
“I ain’t doubting you doll, just ain’t seen you do somethin’ like this before.” The way she looked up at you wasn’t anything short of affection bordering on fervour. Her eyes stalked your own like a moth to a flame, a gaze that was like burning hot coal against your flesh; it made you feel meek, small and submissive, as if your nervousness was feeding her ego that made up her entire height.
Your fingers sought out the table behind you, grasping onto the edge of the wood; one that was going to be used in ephemeral time. It reminded you of the idea you were highly strung on that never left your mind until you played it out for yourself, although despite your initial hesitations, seeing Sevika tied up and her own willingness to let you do it eased your amok head with sinful thoughts.
“Well there’s a first time for everything,” you pushed yourself off the table with ease, taking slow, tortuous steps towards where Sevika resided. Your fingers found her chest, clad in the clothing she came home with, while your thumb circled the rise of her breast, exploring her body like a map where eventually your curious fingers grazed the tip of her collarbone where x will soon mark the spot. Your eyes locked onto each other’s when you eventually tilted her chin upwards, and let your lips collide over hers in a familiar tradition you recited with her.
You knew she could rip the ties if she wanted to, especially with that metallic arm of hers. Hell, the thought made your chest tighten and your cunt pulse the same beat as your heart—though you weren’t sure if it was because of that mere thought, or the fact you had this beefy woman at your beck and call.
You leaned back, a strained breath leaving your heaving chest as your teeth caught your bottom lip. God she looked downright delectable; her legs parted invitingly, and the leathered belt that adorned her trousers slightly undone from your earlier touches. It was such a shame you weren't going to touch her, you just gave her the impression you were.
Heels clicking backwards, you eventually turned with your fingers already unbuttoning your blouse. You could hear sevika’s heavy breathing from the kiss, the same breathing that was currently doing unimaginable things to your body.
It was pitiful, really. You were in control, yet if her voice had so much as ordered you to obey, to be the indigent girl you knew you were, you would let it succumb to you.
“You’re gonna sit there,” you shrugged your blouse off, back facing her to reveal the bare flesh you kept intact without the pressure of a bra sinking into your skin. “And you’re gonna watch.”
Pivoting towards her, a spark of confidence lit beneath you at the absurd expression on her face. You have never denied her touching you; not once, not even for a little playful tease occasionally, and especially not when she wasn’t receiving anything either.
“Oh?” Her eyes danced with a shimmer of resoluteness, tracing up the curve of your breasts and that oh-so fleshy skin hungrily. “Is that so?” Her stiff stance suddenly relaxed, the brawny muscles in her body soothed into the chair as one while simultaneously lifting her chin. “I’ll humour you, dove. For now.”
A silent promise that the bounds wouldn’t last long; only long enough for you to have some fun with her.
Wiggling off your skirt that followed the shape of your hips, Sevika watched it slide down onto the ground into a pooling-motion. You had made sure to wear no underwear for this occasion; sure, you could’ve teased her more by drawing out the process of doing so, but you thought you’d spare Sevika the ruthlessness for what was yet to come.
You liked the fact you were on full display for her and she couldn’t do anything about it; the glaring light from above created shadows that accentuated your curves to Sevika’s intense gaze, highlighting your glistening folds that pouted beneath you.
Thus hoisting yourself up on the table, your eyes never strayed from Sevika’s as your legs parted, revealing your poor, pretty pussy that was already dripping to Sevika’s demise. You had to take a deep breath from her burning gaze considering you already saw the tension between her teeth that were gnawing against each other from the sudden tightness in her jaw, contrasting to her earlier relaxed posture, as you took that as a sign to lean into your arm holding you stable against the table.
In the midst of this, your finger trailed down your skin, which was almost as hot as a balmy day, while Sevika’s eyes followed every movement with tension in her gaze that felt like it was burning a hole through you. Your clit throbbed with every circular motion of pleasure you were unwinding yourself on, a breathless moan leaving you as your hips instinctively rutted forward once your finger found your nub, pleasure exploding through you.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” she growled out, which only earned a piteous whine from you. You knew you were fucking pathetic, weren’t you? One touch was enough to make you come undone, and with the way your body was vibrating with prurience for her, you didn’t know how long you could truly last without ripping that silk off her instead.
But that was all a part of your game—who could resist longer? Because what was meant to be a slow torture of device turned expeditiously from the rapture building up inside of you.
Your clit swelled under the pressure of your prodding finger that rubbed repeatedly with increasing speed. You could feel your eyes growing hazy and half lidded, meeting the slated-grey ones that never once left your own.
“Mmgh-sev…” Your free-hand clawed onto the table, legs aching as they moved further from each other to make room for the sopping mess you were making between them. Two fingers sunk into your whiny hole, begging to be filled, eyes rolling into your head from the intoxication you were bringing to yourself. You felt that soft spot that your fingers pushed against with brute force, and you could only drool at the thought of it being Sevika’s strap instead.
“Fuck-sevika…please-“ Head lolled back, your body moved into a rhythm of pleasure against the table as your fingers moved entrancingly, a breathless moan that danced inside Sevika’s head constantly ringing like a bell of devotion for you.
“Please? You’re the one that tied me up baby.” Despite the phlegmatic tone she held, it was strained with a string of desire you could see ubiquitous in the way her body became as tense as a rock. You didn’t have to check to know her fingers were clenched behind the chair, gripping onto nothing.
“I-I know…but I can’t..” You couldn’t cum without her, and you both were aware of that. But your stutters were interrupted by another thought; one that made you pause in your actions, and look at Sevika with a glint in your eye.
Her own eyes narrowed into slits, like double-edged knives that were warning you to not tease her any further then you were already doing right now. Her chest was heaving, just barely seeable under the dim lights that casted shadows over both of your statues.
But you ignored the warning, and moved yourself off from the table, carrying your bare limbs with an elegant lope as you sauntered your way between her legs, kneeing her own apart before you hooked your leg over one of her stocky thighs and dragged your soaked cunt over her slacks.
You felt her arms jolt as an animalistic sound emerged from her throat, making you peek up with gee at her bothered expression.
“Don’t look at me like that,” She spoke lowly, shifting her wrists where the sharp-ends of her metal arm clawed at the silk of ribbon you tied up with strenuous exertion behind her back. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Do I?” You giggled as a carefree smile worked its way onto your lips, making Sevika pause at the unwavering confidence that reeked off you suddenly. Maybe she could work with this; her usually shy girl was giving her a rodeo-show on her thigh without hesitation for once.
“Yeah, you do princess. Ridin’ my thigh like a filthy slut-fuck-“ she groaned as your lips made contact with the rise of her collarbone, your fingers loose on the edges of her hips where you paced yourself to a slow rythmn, leaving a trail of your slick agaisnt her thigh.
“‘Vika…” your voice cracked as your grip suddenly hardened against her belt, curling into fists as your hips rolled like waves, the denim of her trousers kissing your clit at your insistent rubbing.
Sevika’s breath hitched at your kisses, kisses that felt like soaring hot pleasure that leaked down to her own core. You were too lost in the cloud of gratification you didn’t hear the clinking of her metallic arm, clawing at the silk that cut like a knife urging itself into melting butter.
It all happened too fast for your brain to process; one moment you were snug in her lap, riding her thigh and sculpted like an angel doing so, and then you were being carried with the feeling of her cold silver arm pressing against your torrid skin.
“Sevika-!” But a gasp evoked from your throat as the feeling of sleek wood of the kitchen-table irked your back into arching against Sevika’s steamy mouth. It was the same sultry warmth that enveloped your nipple into rising at the swirl of her tongue, making your legs spasm around her waist and your mouth gape open in pants.
You could feel the digging of her fingers into your thighs, leaving indents of her presence that buckled your hips into wining against her own.
But the sound of an elongated slap marked the skin on your thigh crimson, causing your body to lurch backwards, your breasts following the sudden movement as Sevika took a hold of your jaw like it was a personal trinket.
“The next time you try teasin’ me like that,” Her tone was hoarse, and just for a fraction of a second, you saw something ravishing that a wild beast would obtain in the soul of her grey eyes that was fuelling her every movement. “I won’t give you any mercy.”
Your mouth went dry as if she took all the air from your lungs—but she replaced it with her own, pushing a bruising kiss against your lips that accompanied her hand finding itself onto your breast, kneading the flesh under her damp palm.
And you learned from that day on, you really should’ve thought about your ideas before trying them on a woman like Sevika.
☾ a/n: mercenary sevika take my ovaries between your clenched fist please. sorry this isn't tonight but i actually felt like posting something for the first time in...months....i dont have a laptop anymore so i had to finish writing this on my phone LMAO dividers by @strangergraphics
☾ summary: you took a vow beneath artemis’ altar. no lust, no bloodlust, no mercy. then a misthios climbed your temple steps with blood on her knuckles and your name in her mouth. she says she’s here to return what was stolen, but she stays like she’s waiting for you to break your oath.
☾ tags: merc!sevika x priestess!reader, religious themes, ragebaiter!sevika, like very light mentions of gore, relatively short, no use of yn, enemies to lovers to enemies perhaps, possible part 2 no guarantees
there’s something tragic about you
something so magic about you
don’t you agree?
a woman, broad shouldered. ox-hide leathers mold to battle-worn muscle, array of weapons glint under the glow of braziers..
backlit by the moonlight of your goddess, you see her plainly. rich, brown skin. hair pulled into a low bun, strands framing the sharp planes of her face. flint-grey eyes survey the small temple, the pediment depicting artemis thrusting her finger to a stag. the woman scoffs.
foreign.
her steps are unhurried, her shoulders rolling back as she ascends the stairs. you stay in the shadows, bow strapped to your back, fingers thumbing the string across your chest. the breeze is warm, ruffles the hem of your clay-dyed chiton around your knees.
misthios. it’s easier to tell now.
“you should not be here.” your voice cuts into the silence of the night.
her eyes snap to the shadows. you watch her fingers twitch to the blade at her side.
“i was told an artifact was stolen from this temple. i’ve come to return it.” the woman holds up a linen bag, and you narrow your eyes.
“who told you?” you step out of the shadows now, illuminated by the silver pools of the moon and the heat of the braziers. “and why come now? when the moon is at its highest?”
“it’s when i was told to come.” the woman grunts, impatient now.
“and you have yet to tell me by who.”
“does it matter?”
“if it did not would i be asking you?”
a bark of laughter. dismissive, amused. as if this woman was not at the feet of your goddess, carrying a linen sack and speaking of favors.
a smirk curls her scarred lip. you watch them curl back, fingers twitching against your bowstring.
“thaleia sent me,” the woman reveals, continuing her ascent up the steps. she holds out the linen again, “told me to bring it at moon high. said there would be someone to take it.”
your fingers relax against your bowstring. you nod once, meet her halfway. thaleia had sent you, but a misthios appearing with a sack and dodging questions? any good huntress would be wary.
your fingers close around the linen, brushing the heat of her skin.
you pointedly ignore the way her eyes drag along your exposed legs, the leather strapped to your thigh, the knife tucked inside it. the bow along your back, the quiver slung over your shoulder.
“pretty impressive arsenal for a priestess.” her hand goes to your bow, but you step away with a warning glare.
“do not touch me,” you huff, “the blood caked under your nails is disgusting.”
“oh-hoh?” she flashes another smirk, her eyebrows shooting up in amusement. “and the entrails of the animals you hunt—”
“are cleaned off when the hunt is over. when was the last time you have even touched a washbasin, misthios?”
she laughs again, the sound echoing through the stone columns. you stare down at her, feel your eye twitch at her ease. the way her laugh is too easy, too unweighted under the eyes of artemis. you huff, going back up the steps to put distance between you.
“you have finished your business, misthios. you may go.”
“and if i do not?”
you tense between the arch of the temple, stare down at this woman on the stairs, her chin tilted defiantly to take you in. your fingers curl around the linen, the press of the ceremonial bow hot against your skin. a searing reminder of the oaths that bind you to this temple. to your goddess.
“then i will drag you from these steps myself." you hiss, glaring down at her from the top of the stairs. she just grins, takes another step up.
then another.
“is that a threat,” her eyes sweep your body again, but this time they don’t only focus on your weapons. you feel her gaze as a physical weight against your skin. the way they trail along the sweat-slicked skin of your collarbone, over the divot of your cupid’s bow, “or a promise, little huntress?”
“you’re such a brute.” you snap, anger finally boiling hot under your skin.
you should strike her.
should invoke the wrath of your goddess and cast her out.
you huff again instead, storming into the temple and away from the misthios on the steps.
from her broad shoulders, molded with ox-skin leather and stupid straps around her stupid muscles that most likely did nothing.
from her smirk, cocky and sure in the way she’s unraveling you.
no. you refuse to be unraveled.
"my payment," her voice stops you as you reach the threshold, "i have yet to receive it."
your hands press the bow tighter to your chest. payment. you'd nearly forgotten. the drachma promised hangs heavy in the pouch on your hip, and for a moment you debate simply chucking it at her chest. you, however, are not the brute she is.
"i could be persuaded out of drachma, if you do not have it. i'm sure there's a pelt we could la--"
the leather pouch hits her sternum like a spear head, and she grunts, stepping back with a short, sharp laugh. the misthios stays where she is, cradling the pouch to her aching chest.
"go," you bark, "before i do good on my promise, misthios."
synopsis: after you lose your final strike, your parents all but banish you to their old friend's farm, and well, as much as you hate it, the woman happens to be obscenely attractive
pairing: rich!bimbo!reader x farmer! sevika
warnings: younger!reader (twenties, sevika is thirties/forties), mean!sevika, pussy eating, backshots, fingering, orgasm denial, domestic kink, breeding kink, free use mentioned, dirty talk, pet names, fucking in front of a mirror, breath play, oral fixation, spanking + counting spanks, degradation, stomach bulge, squirting strap, strap referred to as cock/dick
wc: 4.8k
a/n: lots of quick notes! this fic is very much based on this post by @polkadotzzzz !!! and per usual, so many thanks to my dearest @sevsgiirl for helping me out with this one 🩷
It was only one party.
Your best friend, Jinx, invited you, and it was a well known fact that Jinx knew the best parties, with the best drugs and the best drinks. So of course you couldn’t turn her down, and thank god you didn’t. The party was packed, and the drinks and drugs were more than anything you had ever dreamt of.
That being said, when a picture of you snorting a line circled all of the tabloids, it was easy to say that your parents wanted your head on a stick. Your parents were notorious in town, seeing as they were the wealthiest. Somehow, their money got them top spots in every celebrity gossip magazine, and you were in no way except from it.
The idea was ridiculous. You were an adult, standing tall in your twenties, and it wasn’t anyone’s right (especially your parents) to tell you how to live your life. If you wanted to snort coke at a party with fifty of your closest friends, then you were going to. No magazine was going to stop you.
That was how you landed here, on the front porch of a woman that you didn’t even know the name of. Your parents stood in front of you as you waited for her to answer the door, and when she finally did, you hardly bothered looking up from your phone. This wasn’t going to last long, you were sure of it. Your parents wanted you to live on a farm, tending to animals like some kind of slob. They claimed it would “get you in line”, as if your life meant that much to them.
You had several men behind you, shuffling in your number of suitcases as your parents hugged the woman before you and made efforts to catch up. For someone they claimed to have known for so long, you had never heard of the woman, and when you looked up and finally got a good look at her, you only remembered her face from one meager photo on the wall.
She was tall, taller than your father even, and she was packed with pure muscle. The woman was truly intimidating, but you attempted to shrug it off. Maybe you could offer her money in return for not making you work with anything dirty.
“Sevika, we are so grateful for you,” your mother spoke softly, taking her hand and patting it like she was doing some innumerable service to them. “This is our daughter, I don’t think you’ve ever met her,” you stepped forward, still scrolling on your phone as you popped a large bubble of gum. Your mother wacked your arm and you rolled your eyes, turning off your phone.
“‘m Sevika,” she reached a hand out and you looked at it for a moment, noticing every speck of dirt that graced her palm. “Y’r daddy says you’re in need of someone to set you straight, sound about right?” Your dad chuckled and you sighed.
“That’s not exactly how I’d phrase it, pretty sure I’m just living my life as an adult,” you side-eyed him with a glare. “And regardless, none of this is any of your business.” You huffed. To you, it truly wasn’t anyone’s. Your parents' public image didn’t matter to you, you didn’t want any part in it.
Sevika hummed, turning to your dad. “Don’t you worry, boss. I’ll get ‘er in line. Thanks for stoppin’ by, ‘m sure you’ve got a lot to get to.” With a long bunch of final goodbyes, your parents were gone, and you were left alone with a stranger. The idea pissed you off - your parents were tired of dealing with you, and instead of wiping that picture off of the internet, they decided to dump you on a random woman.
“So what exactly will I be doing here?” You said, twirling a piece of hair around your finger as you popped another bubble. “I won’t have to like… clean up animal shit, right? I just got a manicure and I didn’t pay two hundred dollars just to ruin my hands, y’know?” Sevika rolled her eyes.
“You’re gon’ do what I tell you to do. That’s the point of this lil’ apprenticeship. Your bedroom is upstairs on the right. We wake at five, feed the animals, eat, and spend the rest of the day outside.” Your jaw dropped, eyebrows knitting. Sevika could see the piece of gum chewed into your teeth.
“Five in the morning? Why on earth would I get up that early?” You scoffed, pulling your phone out again. You could hardly wait to tell Jinx about this, but halfway through your message, your phone was being snatched from your hands.
“Jus’ because your father let you get away with being a brat don’t mean that I will. This,” she waved your phone around, “is mine now. For the rest of the summer, you work for me, and you work when I work, y’hear me?” You almost wanted to laugh at her. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t going to work.
“Whatever you say, boss,” you popped yet another bubble in her face this time, mocking the title she used for your dad mere minutes ago. “Do you have people who can like, take these up for me?” You looked over at your bags and she laughed at you.
“It don’t work like that out here, darlin. You carry your own things up. Since y’r new, I’ll take one for y’a. But only one.” You groaned, grabbing one of the suitcases as she did and following her upstairs. Compared to your bedroom at home, this room was like a closet. She dropped the luggage on the floor as if it wasn’t a ten thousand dollar handmade pink set.
“Well, where I’m from, we don’t throw expensive things on the ground like animals,” you shot, picking up the suitcase. “This is so not going to work out.” Sevika rolled her eyes, disappearing down the hall for the evening. Thank god you finally got a break from her.
The next morning was like hell. She woke you up bright and early, just like she said she would, and tossed you a disgusting pair of overalls that she instructed you to put on. Not only was the outfit ugly, but she also gave you no time to do your hair and makeup before she was yelling at you to get out the door.
“I’m not touching that,” you pulled your hands back as she handed you a bucket full of god knows what. “That’s disgusting, I already told you-”
“You ain’t breakin’ a nail, I get it. Suck it up and go feed the pigs. It ain’t gonna kill y’a.” You rolled your eyes, still not taking the bucket from her hands.
“No.” Her jaw tightened, and her angry gaze fell upon you. You noticed, then, that her eyes were grey, and they shined. If you didn’t hate her guts already, you would obviously coin that they were gorgeous, like the rest of her. But you hated her guts.
“Listen here, you brat,” her accent got thicker. “I’m not any happier about this than you are. But we’re here, and my job is to set you straight. So man up and go feed the pigs.” You glared, but took the bucket regardless. She rolled her eyes as you stormed off, the heavy bucket weighing you down.
You had to admit, the pigs were quite cute, especially the small ones. But that didn’t outweigh the muck on your hands, or the fact that this jackass woman insisted that you were a brat.
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Two weeks of absolute torture had gone by. There was no way in hell that you would keep this up, not for the whole summer. You couldn’t even get through a month, let alone four. Not to mention the woman hadn’t even hinted at the idea of giving you a break. You didn’t go out for dinner, didn’t take days off, didn’t go to clubs. It was the worst possible life of a rich city girl.
Sevika was a terrible boss. She was mean and strict and she hated everything about you, you were sure of it. However, the woman was undeniably attractive, in a terrible way. She was mean to you and it made your knees weak, she called you a brat and you thought about her taking the brat out of you. I mean, look at those arms. She could take you whenever and wherever she wanted.
You were sure, though, that this was simply because you hadn’t had sex in three weeks.
“Sev,” you wandered downstairs, crop top and shorts clinging to your body like it was life support. She was on the couch, reading the newspaper in her reading glasses like it was 1983. She looked up, eyes dancing down the curves of your figure before snapping back to her paper. “Are there any local bars? I’m thinking of going out.”
“No and no.” She grumbled. “‘s jus’ gonna land you in the same situation that got you here. You’re not doin’ that.” You sighed. Luckily, contrary to her knowledge, you knew where your phone was, and Google Maps would happily show you local bars.
Without responding, you strolled your way back upstairs, gracefully grabbing your phone and typing in bars. To your dismay, only one came up, but it didn’t matter to you. That was the one you would go to, and the thought of getting drunk gave you a buzz almost better than weed.
You planned it perfectly: Sevika went to bed early, of course, so you could easily sneak out once she was asleep. You didn’t leave your slutty clothes at home, in fact, you filled two suitcases with them, so when the day came, the glittery, pink dress that was far shorter than it should be called your name loudly. It was a v-neck, falling far into the crack of your tits, with a south Asian inspired scarf. You paired it with pink heeled boots, and pink makeup to finish the look. The night was going to be amazing, you could tell just from the outfit.
The plan started well.
Sevika went to bed, as you planned, and you were able to get out with your phone, no less. You called yourself a taxi and got to the bar without a problem, practically welcomed like a queen. You tried to tell yourself that all of the stares and hoots and free drinks were because people knew you and not because all of the old men thought that you were hot, but it was notably the latter.
You loved free drinks, at the end of the day it didn’t matter who they were from or why they were sending them. So, as the shots poured in, you were more than happy to take them, and take them and take them.
Fortunately, some strange men also paid for your food, sobering you up every couple of shots. You didn't want to be drunk when you got home, fearing that it would interrupt Sevika's sleep, and lead to her finding out that you snuck out. So, the random meals and several glasses of water allowed you to maintain a constant state of switching between sober and not sober.
You all but sobered up when the bar doors slammed open, and Sevika appeared in the middle. She came towards you, grabbed your arm, and dragged you off of the barstool. She tossed some cash on the bar and turned towards you, furious. “What the fuck were you thinking?” She hissed, grinding her teeth together.
“Sev,” you groaned, looking around at all the eyes looking at you. “Can we not do this here?” You attempted to pull your arm from her grip with no avail. Instead, she spun the two of you around, pushing you towards the door and out of the bar with the grip still right on your arm.
She didn't release you until the both of you made it into her truck, where she slammed the door in your face and got into the driver's seat. “D’you think about things before you do ‘em? At all?” She roared, pulling out of the bar. “Did you see the way those men looked at you? You coulda gotten yourself in serious trouble.” You rolled your eyes, your favorite thing to do when she was around.
“It’s not your job to police what I do. In fact, I think you’re jealous. At least I have men paying for my drinks. You wish.” She practically cackled at that, and your already lame comeback made you feel even smaller. You were sure Sevika didn’t even like men, especially when you were digging through one of her drawers looking for your phone and stumbled across some interesting magazines.
“If I wanted that, I could have that, and y’know it, peach. This ain’t about me, though. Get your ass in line or I’m tellin’ your daddy to leave you out here, ‘nd you know he will.” The thought of staying here any longer than you had to made you want to tear your hair out. Maybe the thought alone was enough to keep you in line. She pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, turning to you with a sigh. “Don’t do that shit again. ’m not like your parents, ’m not writin’ off y’r dumbass choices.”
“Let me go out then, for the love of god. Drinking won’t kill me.” You turned your attention to your hand, picking at your nail. “Not to mention, I haven’t had sex in weeks. Weeks! I could’ve checked that box tonight and you wouldn’t have had to deal with me like this anymore.” She was clearly unamused, wide lips remaining downturned.
“You’re actin’ the same way now that you do all the time; like a fuckin’ brat. Go inside and go to bed, for god’s sake.” She popped her door open and got out, slamming the door behind her. You waited a moment before following her, still angry from her slew of comments throughout the evening.
“Maybe it’s your fault,” you said when you stepped into the home, “you’re the one who’s mean to me, taking my things, making fun of my clothes. You’re a fucking jackass. I have no reason to listen to you. Full grown adult, remember?” You sneered, gesturing up and down your body.
“I did what I was told. Take a fuckin’ chill pill. I ain’t gon’ stand here arguin’ with you, it’s a waste of time.” She began to walk past you and you grabbed her arm, pulling as hard as you could. She was significantly larger and stronger than you, so you weren’t surprised when your efforts made little difference.
“You don’t get to just walk away in the middle of an important conversation! Stop being a fuckin-” She turned quickly, large body almost caging you against the wall. If you wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard for you to simply go left or right and move away from her. But now, her body was close, and warmth was bouncing between the two of you, and well, the same need from earlier came back.
“Stop.” She demanded, tone low. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if talking to you was the most taxing thing on this earth. She stood there for more than a moment, eyes drilled into yours with an innate sense of fury. This was her breaking point. She wondered how long it would take when she first met you. You were driving her fucking insane.
“Make me.” You spat, angrily. She almost did. Truly. Well, until you did it for her.
She backed up and you followed her, chasing her heat. Before you knew it, the cotton of her shirt was in your hands and you were clumsily pulling her forward, pressing up on your toes until your mouth was pressed against hers. By some miracle, she didn’t fight it. Her large hands cupped your face, pulling you in and pressed her lips harshly to yours.
She wasted no time before she was running her tongue along your lips and pushing it into your mouth, knees practically weak when you moaned like a fucking slut. She wasn’t especially gentle when she pushed you against the wall behind you, but her tongue down your throat and her knee between your legs made up for it.
Your hands begged to run down her figure, but you weren’t exactly in the position to take control, so you instead placed them around her neck, pulling on the short hair on the back of it. Her hands met your hips, pinning you to the wall so that you wouldn’t grind against her. You pulled back from her lips, meeting her angry eyes once again before dropping your lips to her neck, sucking a dark hickey into it.
“Fuck,” she groaned, “‘course you like trashy shit like this.” she continued as you left several more. Your hands dragged down her front, finding her chest promptly. “Upstairs, now.” She pulled back from you, but you grabbed her hand and pulled her behind you. You had only been in her room briefly to acquire your phone, so the details of it had never been your focus. But now, you focused on the purple color of her sheets and the ambiance of it.
Like a pornstar, you pushed her back onto the bed, slipping your dress over her head and finding purchase in her lap. Her hand ran along your stomach, admiring your body briefly before closing her eyes. “This isn’t right, darlin’. ‘m too mad, and I promised y’r daddy I would get you straight.” You giggled.
“I like mad.” you insisted, tugging your lip between your teeth and grinding your hips into her, urging her to open her eyes. You leaned in, warm breath hitting her ear. “Put me in my place?” You squealed when she lifted you up and flipped you, trapping you under her.
“You ain’t gonna get what you want from this. ‘m gon’ fuck some sense into that pretty head, huh?” You nodded, smiling too wide to focus on anything she was saying. You were a fucking airhead, god, there were so many things she wanted to do to you.
You didn’t have anything but a cheap pair of panties under the dress, meaning that she had spent the last several minutes attempting to focus on anything that wasn’t your tits. But now? Now her mouth was blessing your left nipple, tugging it into her mouth and sucking, pinning you down with a hand on your lower stomach once again. She wanted to fuck the shit out of you, sure, but you weren’t getting what you wanted any time soon.
She switched tits, kneading the other with her palm. As she sucked, her fingers pulled at your nipple, creating the perfect combination of soft and rough. You were moaning like a bitch in heat, and she adored it. You were so fucking easy, letting her in your pants like it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t long before she was kissing her way down to your panties, keeping eye contact with you as she did it. She looked like an animal hunting its prey, and the prey was you. You realized, then, that she had you exactly where she wanted you.
You knew you were in for it when she took a fat lick from the bottom of your cunt to the top, over your panties. You whined, back arching off the bed as your head fell back. She planned to eat you over your panties until you cried and begged for her, but she couldn’t take it. You were soaked through, like floodgates opened between your legs, and she needed you.
She pulled your panties down your legs, pushing your thighs apart until you were fully on display for her. “She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” she mocked, not breaking her gaze on your pussy. She leaned in, hands dropping to the backs of your thighs, and pressed a kiss to your clit. Your hips twitched and you whined again, lacing one of your hands in her hair.
She ate you like the world was ending.
Her tongue blessed all the pretty places that you needed it, flicking against your clit and fucking into you, sucking up every last drop that you had. She loved it, loved the way you moaned and twitched and begged for her to not stop, never stop. You were halfway to your orgasm and she pulled up, looking as if she was in an absolute daze.
“Gon’ make you a housewife, baby. Eat this pussy whenever I want, how’s that sound? Fuck, look at you,” her middle finger circled your entrance, gathering all of her spit and your slick. You sucked her in as she pushed it in knuckle by knuckle, and she swore she blacked out. “Pretty girl just needed the snob fucked out of her, didn’t you?” you could’ve cried when she added another finger, crooking them up into the perfect spot. “Answer me, slut.”
“Yes, yes,” you cried, “please, whenever you want.” She grinned, like this was the best day of her life. With two fingers pumping in you, she kept her mouth busy on your clit, sucking hard until you were quite literally crying, tears streaming down your face as your stomach twisted.
You clenched down hard on her fingers and she pulled them out, stopping everything. You whined, lifting your hips to chase her. “Bad girls don’t get to come. Open,” she tapped your bottom lip and you did as told, taking her wet fingers in your mouth. She couldn’t stand you, couldn’t stand the way you squirmed and pushed your thighs together as you sucked her fingers, knowing that it made you so wet. “Lay across my lap, yeah, good girl.”
Notably, her kind sense of security was short lived once you were across her lap.
“Count. If you stop counting we start over, y’understand?” You nodded, unsure of what was about to happen until her mech hand came in harsh against your left ass cheek. You squeaked, hurling forward and gripping the sheets. “What’d I say, peach? Gonna count or get hit?”
“One,” you whimpered, crying out again when her hand came down on the other side. It felt so good. “Two,” she went back and forth until your ass was beet red, and you got to a sparse ten. You almost asked her to keep going, but with the way your cunt was drooling on her lap, she couldn’t possibly keep going.
“Up,” she instructed, tapping your ass twice. “Face the mirror, ass up, tits down.” You giggled again, knowing exactly what was coming. Doggy was probably your favorite position, but doggy facing a mirror had to be heaven on earth.
By the time you got your shit together enough to do as told, she was already back, pajama pants stripped and harness clinging to her hips. Sevika had the body of a god, truthfully. You had always gotten wet over her arms, but her abs and her hips were nothing less than god-like. All of her was simply perfect.
The strap hanging from the harness wasn’t anything like something you had seen or taken before. It was long and wide, with veins to detail. She had lube in one hand, from what you could see over your shoulder, but you couldn’t see what was in the other. She climbed up on the bed, kneeling behind you as she placed her series of materials down. First, she took your wrists and pinned them behind your back with a pair of silk handcuffs, and then she lubed up her strap until it was ready for you.
Gods, she could’ve come on spot when she teased your entrance with the tip. You moaned like a fucking whore, rocking back into her as your cunt begged. The tip alone had your eyes rolling back in your head, and your state didn’t improve as she continued pushing. “Sev,” you whined, “it won’t fit, ‘s too big,” you cried out, and she laughed at you.
“You’ll make it fit, won’t you, bunny? Yeah, you will.” And, well, you did. The strap hit its hilt, filling you to the absolute brim. Watching your pussy stretch around her dick had to be the best thing she’d ever seen. “Fuck, peach, knew you were trouble but I didn’t think you’d be such a whore, too.” She placed her large palm on your back, pressing down on your shoulder blades so that your back arched as far as it could.
She moved slowly, head thrown back as she listened to the noises you made. Not only were you moaning out of your mind, but your cunt squelched with every thrust, wetting her hips as your skin slapped together. The scene in the mirror was obscene, filthy even. You looked like a whore, jaw slacked and eyes in the back of your head as she plowed into you.
However, it all got dramatically worse when she pulled you up, so that you kneeled in front of her as she fucked you. Her large arm wrapped around your throat, bicep digging into your windpipe. Your hands wrapped around her arm, but in comparison, they were small. She held you like that until your brain got fuzzy, unrelenting in her pace. She used her free hand on your clit, rubbing it just the way you needed.
“Y’r so fuckin’ full, sweet girl. See that in y’r belly? ‘s my dick.” You could see it, the way her strap poked out in your stomach with every thrust of her hips. Filthy. It was the only way to describe it. “God, imagine if I could jus’ have you whenever I wanted you,” her arm loosened around your throat, but instead of pushing you back down, she pressed two fingers into your mouth.
Sevika could hardly deal with the sight of you. She had already come once, most definitely, but the vision of you in front of her could make her come again on command. You were so fucked out, so pliant. So willing to do whatever she wanted. “What’d y’r parents think if they saw you like this, huh? What if I fill you up, get you pregnant?” You could’ve screamed, but a loud whimper was the best she got.
She pulled her fingers from her mouth and bent you back over, grabbing your hips rather than pressing between your shoulder blades. “Please,” you begged, “please get me pregnant,” she threw her head back yet again, orgasm building in her stomach. “Please, please please, fill me up, Vika, please,” she groaned as she came against the back of the harness, hips stuttering and abs flexing.
“Gonna fill you up and make you a mommy, ain’t that right, pretty baby?” You moaned again, too gone for words. Tears streamed down your face as her pace started again, unrelenting yet again. She fucked into you so hard that the bedframe shook, and soon enough, that familiar feeling was developing in your stomach. “‘m gon’ stuff you full of my dick everyday, shit,”
You screamed when you came, and it got a million times better when a warm liquid filled you, making it feel like Sevika had, in fact, filled you up. When she pulled out of you, she almost came again. Your cum and hers dripped from your hole down your cunt, and she watched you twitch and drool into the bedsheets.
She was going to clean you up, of course, but your pussy had her fucking entranced.She knew she was fucked, she knew there wasn’t ever going to be a moment moving forward where she didn’t want you on her face. And now, every time you acted up, she could fuck you into oblivion.
She got you cleaned up and in clean clothes, tucked into her bed with her, head on her chest. “That get you in line?” She joked, brushing hair off of your face.
“I don’t know, maybe we’ll have to go again for good measure.” You teased, pressing your nose into her jaw as your lips found her neck again. You left a couple more hickies on the side of her neck that you didn’t hit earlier and she chuckled.
“Why’d’ya like those so much? Looks a little trashy to me.” You sighed. Of course it did, it was a younger group thing, and she was not in your age range.
“Jus’ makin’ what’s mine.” You giggled. She laughed with you, until you were both laughing. Maybe this arrangement wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought it would be.
★ series playlist
✬ series introduction
★ Chapter 1: you want sex with me? (uh-huh)
WC: 3.4k
★ TAGS: playgirlbutch!ellie x y2khyperfemme!reader, servicetop!ellie, powerbottom!reader, top!ellie, extobestfriend!sevika x reader, dealer!vi, grinding, flirting, sexual tension, tall!reader, oral (r!receiving), munch!ellie, size kink (ellie), groping (r!receiving), mean(ish)!reader, drinking, drug mention (marijuana), unhealthy drinking habits, DO NOT DRINK RANDOM DRINKS!!!, grotesque use of italics
★ A/N: here is chapter 1 AAAAAAA!!!!!!! thank you to everyone who loved the intro <333 i'll announce the date for chapter 2 soon!!
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ellie squeezes past the coagulation of people at the front door of some house off-campus, dina and jesse pressed close behind her. the carpet’s sticky under her docs, and the air is thick with perfume, vomit, and weed. the walls sweat, bowing and vibrating with the force of the bodies, the music, everything inside. she’s already scoping out the crowd, scanning faces and trying to figure out where vi was. the pink-haired lacrosse player owed her an eighth.
“dina, did vi–”
dina’s squealing and ellie can’t finish her question before there’s a flash of pink, curious by britney spears, and pearlescent hair tinsel. you, pulling dina into a hug while you both jump around in a circle like you haven't seen each other in weeks. (you share a mandatory french II class with dina and see her regularly). dina’s face is in your tits, not that dina would ever complain about that, and you’re wobbling forward to slap a drunk kiss on jesse’s forehead. he laughs, spins you with one hand and a low whistle.
“i know, i know.” you laugh, tossing curls over your shoulders as you oblige jesse in showing yourself off. the yellow gold bangles on your wrist chime as you twirl, thong straps squeezing the meat of your hips.
your platforms are six inches high, feathered and defiant. your micro mini clings every time you move, and your flowy halter top does absolutely nothing to hide the way your body shifts under the heat. chunky gold jewelry clinks as you tilt your head. Your tattoo catches her eye, still raised and new: ‘princess’ on your hipbone, right under the strap of your thong.
ellie can’t help but swallow.
no–gulp.
you’re stunning.
there’s glitter on your lids, your cheeks. everywhere. it takes everything in ellie not to stare at the way it pools in your cleavage, not to think about how easily she could dip her tongue there and taste mango body oil and sin. ellie wants to watch your pretty pink pearlescent lipgloss smear all over her stra–
“somethin’ caught your eye, els?”
ellie has to look up at you. (she thinks it’s so fucking hot. unfairly hot.)
jesse grins between both of you, then nudges dina, yelling something about getting everyone shots. cowards. ellie looks up at you again, and you’ve pressed closer, your acrylic nails drumming against your hip. ellie inwardly shakes out her limbs, settles into a confident lean against a bookcase she didn’t realize was there.
“you always stare like that, or am i special?” you bite first, of course you do.
“you want honesty or charm?” ellie cocks her head back, a half-smirk on her lips.
“do i look like someone you can out-charm, els?”
ellie laughs, short and easy. her eyes drag across your skin, over the dips and swells of your body. she stops deliberately at your tits, doesn’t miss the way your back arches.
“then yeah, it’s you. couldn’t stop looking at you if i tried.”
your brows raise in interest, and you’re touching. your hand goes to ellie’s waist, nails dipping under her black wife pleaser, drawing little stars on her hip. it takes everything in her not to shiver. ellie leans into it, her thumb going under the strap of your thong, pulling you closer.
“not my fault they made you with a built-in spotlight. i’m just a moth, babe.” ellie grins, slow and lazy.
“you practice those in the mirror, williams?” you laugh, a soft giggle that makes ellie want to get on her tiptoes and just get it over with. god, she really liked your lipgloss.
“only the ones that work.” ellie replies, subtly shifting her heels on the lowest shelf of the bookcase to get some height leverage. you’re staring at her like she’s the first and last thing you ever want to eat, and ellie is so fucking ready to be devoured. her thumb drags up your hip, your fingers flex against her skin, thumb and forefinger pulling ellie by the hem of her shirt, lips getting so close—
“shots!”
jesse’s voice cuts through the haze you’d enchanted ellie with, grinning and balancing six cups in his hands like he didn’t just ruin the best fucking kiss of ellie’s life. your hand lingers a half-second longer than it should on her waist, acrylics grazing her hip bone as you pull away. ellie swears she sees you smirk as you take two cups from jesse, not even peering at its contents before you’re bringing the first to your lips.
“better be tequila.” you hum, knocking both back in quick succession, not bothering with the limes dina was carrying. she holds one out to you anyways, muttering something about not being an animal. ellie is too busy watching a droplet of the liquor glide down your neck to notice.
“you’re welcome,” jesse snorts, already distracted. “also, els, vi’s out back. said she brought your shit.”
right. vi.
ellie’s mouth is dry and her pulse is loud. she can’t decide if she wants to chase you or just stare. you decide for her; give her one last look before she goes—something wicked and promising— and wiggle your fingers before disappearing into the crowd.
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you find sevika on a sunken couch, three blunts into a poker game with two other people definitely too drunk to see she’s hustling them. you grin, sliding into her lap like a cat laying in a ray of sun. your long legs stretch across thick thighs, crossing your ankles as you lay your head onto sevika’s shoulder. you didn’t know shit about poker, but drunk frat boys aren’t exactly the most subtle, and with your presence on sevika’s lap…
“need a favor when you’re done, sevvy.” you hum, pressing a kiss to her jaw.
sevika’s lip twitches. her cards switch hands, the cool metal of her prosthetic cradling your legs. her fingers are splayed on your upper thigh, middle tugging the hem of your skirt down over your ass again. there’s a choked sound from player two. you ignore him.
you press closer as sevika plays out her hand, using the time to ruminate. you and ellie were heartbreakers in different fonts, you knew this. ellie had a reputation similar to yours, but where you were glittered claws and peach schnapps, ellie was the hum of guitar strings and passive glances. it would never work, not really.
but god would it be fun.
your nails trace patterns into sevika’s collarbone, picking up some of your body glitter that’d rubbed off and pressing it into her cheek. it won’t work. here you were, though, waiting for sevika’s poker game to finish so you could drag her onto the dancefloor and dangle yourself in front of ellie. sevika's metal fingers press into the meat of your thigh, quiet reassurance she was almost done.
sure enough, she's shoveling the winnings into her pockets and smirking wide a few minutes later.
“c’mon, let’s go again! i’ll throw in my pen.” player one fishes his cart out, and sevika just shakes her head.
“got things to do.” her flesh hand pats your calves, and you grin, hopping up out of her lap. you’re leading her away from the couch and weaving through people to head towards the dancefloor. sevika doesn’t ask where you’re going—she knows how this goes, how you look when there’s something you want.
“who is it this time?”
“does it matter?”
sevika doesn’t reply, but the amused exhale that comes out of her nose is answer enough.
the bass from the song playing hits deep beneath your ribs, vibrating out through your fingertips as you lead sevika to the middle of it all. bodies press close, but you know what sevika’s feels like. the heat of her blunt against your waist as her hands splay over it. pinky tucking into your waistband, breath hot on your neck as you mold together. cool fingers of her prosthetic pressing into your overheated skin, flesh hand sliding up under the cotton ribbons of your top and tracing the curve of your ribs.
“she’s looking,” sevika murmurs into your ear, because of course she can tell who you're dancing for, “corner to the left.”
you smile into her neck, use the angle to peek.
ellie’s looking alright. not exactly tucked away, just off to the side, flanked by some girl she obviously wasn’t paying attention to. her eyes are practically physical against your skin, and you arch into it. ellie doesn’t move, just laughs, like she knows what you’re doing. it makes your grin widen.
“how long until she’s over here?” you hum to sevika, letting her turn you. she just smirks, prosthetic hand landing at your hip and flesh hand cupping your ass.
“depends.” sevika replies, guiding your hips against her. her thigh slots between your legs, muscle tensing to catch your full attention. you can’t see ellie anymore, only sevika. the steel of her eyes, the cut of her jaw. your heels got you to her eye-level, and it’s a curse, because when she holds you like this? like she’s threading your soul through the loom of her ribs? like the bass from these shitty speakers could send you both back? you feel your breath catch—something soft, tender and unwelcome fills you.
“go rip her heart out, princess.” sevika murmurs, unraveling herself from your limbs as the song ends. her thumb smooths the ink at your hip, then she’s gone.
you watch her go, only for a second. let her take a part of you with her, a part you knew you’d go crawling back to her for. a new song hits the blown-out speakers behind you; bouncy, sparkly, unserious. you reach for a half-empty cup someone forgot on a table and throw it back. bitter. sharp. if you weren’t already tipsy, it might’ve made you flinch. you grab two more discarded cups, let whatever was in them—god you didn’t fucking care at this point—bury itself deep in your chest.
you see her in the corner of your eye, feel her breath on your back as she pulls you close. it doesn’t annoy you like it usually would, not when you have something you want to forget. ellie’s shorter, narrower, less confident in her movements with you. she’s feeling you out—it almost impresses you that she doesn’t try and replicate the grind from before. relieves you, really. she’s not copying. she’s not sevika.
she’s ellie.
ellie spins you, having to be on her tiptoes and the sight has a genuine giggle leaving you. her palms are low on your hips. the rings on her fingers are cool against your skin, lights dance across her freckled cheeks. you turn yourself on, slip into the glitter on your skin and the knowing smirk on your lips. the beat speeds up, your hips bounce to match it. ellie’s nonchalance is hard to control when you move like that, her eyes widening as your tits bounce directly in her face. you laugh; bouncy, sparkly, unserious. your fingers tangle in ellie’s auburn hair, and you tug her head back so her eyes can meet yours.
“better keep up, els. i’m not slowing down.” you grin down at her, press a teasing kiss to the apple of her cheek.
“you’re really gonna make me dance for it, princess?” ellie replies, her fingers tightening on your hips, pulling you flush against her. heat radiates between you, your belt catches on her shirt, tugs the fabric up. the music thumps around you, but all you can feel are ellie’s hands traveling up your sides, then back down to the globes of your ass.
you hum low in your throat, pleased, lean down to tug her earlobe between your teeth. ellie’s fingers dig harder into your backside and your joined rhythm stutters. your lashes flutter as you pull back, roll your hips against her hands and press glossy kisses down her neck.
“you’re doing alright,” you purr into the sweat of her skin, voice all sweet and smoke, “didn’t think you had it in you.”
ellie laughs, but it’s tight, husky, like you have your hand around her throat and she’s grateful for it. “you’ve got no fucking clue what i’ve got in me.”
“don’t i?” your head tilts, bottom lip catching beneath your teeth.
her mouth finds your throat then, hot open-mouthed kisses along the hinge of your jaw that makes your giggle sound like a purr. ellie nips at your skin, palm flattening and running up the expanse of your spine. blunt nails dig into the meat of your hips, and you arch into another breathless giggle. you could tell ellie was used to girls melting in her hands. mossy green eyes glint under the flashing LED’s with challenge, frustration. she wanted you to melt into her.
so cute.
“you’re adorable when you try,” you hum against her skin, “gonna prove yourself?”
ellie grins, eyes flashing with something you can’t name.
her head tips back, “you gonna let me?”
her voice maintains that husk, the kinda voice that knows what it’s doing and hopes you’ll notice. your lips brush hers, not gracing her with a kiss. she hasn’t earned it.
“depends,” you murmur against her lips, eyes meeting hers. hunger drawing out hunger. “you gonna cry if you can’t make me come?”
ellie’s breath catches, sharp and audible. her hands seize your waist, she crowds you against the back of a couch. her fingers flex around your skin, like you were the only thing keeping her tethered. her pupils are blown, pulled directly into your orbit and so, so close to spinning out. her restraint is something living between you, frayed and torn at the edges.
“only if you beg me to try again.” she mutters, just barely cocky, but her voice is rough, cracked open, like you’ve scraped the nerve raw. like that image of you, teasing and demanding, above her and untouched, has lodged somewhere behind her ribs and is starting to ache. you grin, slow and wicked. drag your nails up the slope of her neck and dig your fingers into her auburn hair. you tug her head back, watch her lashes flutter as you witness her feel it. not just arousal— no, no.
awe.
reverence.
that same dazed, fucked out reverence you live for.
“bathroom.” you whisper into her ear.
it makes ellie shiver.
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ellie’s kneeling on someone’s bathroom rug like it’s a house of worship and you’re the altar.
you didn’t even let her pull your skirt down, barely let her in the door before your hand was on her chest, muttering a kneel for me, baby that had ellie seeing stars.
her calloused fingers drag up your thighs, admiring the fucking length of them in your heels. one feathery platform is planted on the handle of a drawer behind ellie, the other keeping you balanced by her knee. you’re looking down at her with that same devastating confidence, the kind that had her practically begging and you hadn’t even kissed her yet.
ellie refocuses on your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses like she’s trying to map out every mole, stretch mark, every curve into her muscle memory. she feels the pulse in your thigh, presses her lips into it when it sends one up her own, slow and aching.
your skin is warm. it smells like mango, sweat, and the musk of your arousal. ellie doesn’t realize she’s sighing until you scoff above her, voice all sugar and steel.
“try not to fall in love, els.”
she grins, back to slow and lazy. ellie mouths the crease of your thigh, fingers digging into the meat of your ass to anchor herself. you’re not shaking yet. that’s fine. she wants to take her time. earn it. she licks a slow stripe up your slit, two fingers hooked in your thong. watches your clit twitch when her breath ghosts it. you aren’t waxed, just neatly trimmed, and ellie’s fingers run through your curls like it’s a surprise she couldn’t appreciate more.
“mm, same to you, princess.”
and she dives into you.
her tongue curls, her thumbs hold you open. the moan you let out is soft—barely there. but she hears it. she can feel you watching her. evaluating her. fuck is it fuel.
ellie flattens her tongue, lets your slick collect on the pink muscle until she’s curling it. pressing, massaging, dragging her face along your slit like she’s tasting something sacred. your thighs tense against her cheeks, she grips harder. her nose brushes your clit and you gasp, hand flying down to her hair. fingers thread through auburn strands again, nails rake along her scalp and ellie doesn’t stop.
because this is what she lives for. the break in control, the cues that tell her you’re real. vulnerable. hers.
just for tonight.
her lips wrap around your clit and she almost smirks when she hears one of your bangles hit the sink. your thigh is trembling over her shoulder, heel leaving the drawer to push her further into you. ellie watches you, your head tipped back and your teeth biting hard into your bottom lip. you let out another gasp—shaky, high, and ellie knows you didn’t mean to give it away because when you look down at her?
your eyes are furious.
not because you’re angry. no.
because you’re cracking, and she sees it.
that glint behind your lashes, the glisten on your lip where your teeth missed their mark. ellie knows the difference between a girl playing performance and a girl slipping into need.
and fuck if it doesn’t go straight to her.
her pace slows for a second, teasing, letting her tongue flick soft and precise over your clit. she watches the defiance in your eyes crumble a little more with every pass. you try to steel yourself, try to arch your back like you’re in control again, but your knee buckles just slightly, and ellie feels it.
your fingers tug at her hair, another gasp escapes your lips and ellie moans into your clit. you finally rock into her, drag yourself over her tongue. she flattens it against your twitching bud again, meeting every roll of your hips as you ride her face and chase your high. it isn’t slow anymore, you aren’t playing nonchalant. you’re taking from her, and it’s mean. every rake of your nails against her scalp, the way your leg is curled around her as if to hold her there, it’s all for your use. your pleasure.
it’s fucking ruining her.
her own hips buck as she moans into you again, her boxers tight and sticky. she can’t get over it, the way you’re staring at her like you want to physically fight over how good she’s making you feel. ellie presses further into you, her lips wrap around your clit and suck.
“f–fuck! ellie—”
ellie groans.
your thighs clamp around her head, your hips stutter, and ellie takes it all because there’s genuinely nothing else she’d ever want to do. you said her name, and ellie heard enough about you to keep that fact harbored close to her chest like the prize it was.
her tongue loses rhythm for a second, not because she’s slipping, but because you are. she adjusts, dragging her mouth lower, then higher. her lips wrap around your cunt and suck like she wants to feel your orgasm down her throat. ellie feels your body lock up above her, catches your wrist before you can bring your hand to your mouth. pins it to the bathroom door when you try to move it anyways. your body arches, heel digging into ellie’s back, fingers gripping her scalp so hard you could leave a bald spot and she’d just shrug.
your hips roll instinctively, dragging ellie through it with you as the orgasm hits deep, a hot electric pulse that extends to your fingertips. ellie groans again, fucking shakes, like she can feel every wave of it hit her spine.
you pull her away, ellie staring up at you with her chin glistening and a wide smirk on her face.
“still adorable?”
you don’t answer, but your hips twitch. and that’s reply enough for ellie.
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you’re stumbling into your apartment, kicking off your platforms and trying not to think about ellie kneeled before you, chin shiny with your release. the way you crumbled so fucking easily. it made something hot, angry, competitive settle in your chest.
you clamber down the hallway, find her door and don’t even knock.
sevika’s room is bathed in an orange glow. she’s leaning against her headboard, reading something. her prosthetic off and on her desk. steel grey eyes take you in, the wobble in your knees, the flush on your cheeks. you slip out of your clothes, thrust a hand in a pile of laundry she’s yet to fold and tug on one of her shirts. it's warm, coats you in sevika's scent and makes you let out a long sigh.
“that bad?” sevika rumbles from her spot on the bed. you laugh, soft and bitter.
“worse,” you’re climbing in next to her, nudging her arm open so she can press you against her chest. “it was fucking amazing.”
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