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neeeeeddddd!!!!!

do you think sevika would be into anal?

sevika fucks your ass.

she has you on your knees, cheek down against the mattress, legs spread wide, ass arched up like she fucking owns it. and the worst part is? you offered. you were the one who climbed into her lap earlier, whispering some dumb teasing shit about how hot she looked smoking on the couch, how you missed her mouth.

you should’ve known better.

“look at you,” she mutters from behind, voice low and rough, eyes glued to your bare cunt and tight, twitching rim. “all fuckin’ spread out. beggin’ without even sayin’ it.” you whimper, hips trying to rock back toward her, but her hand slams down on your ass, hard, enough to sting. you jolt. “nah. don’t move. lemme take my time.”

and she does.

she starts by just looking. kneeling behind you, one heavy hand gripping your hip while the other spreads you apart, thumbs dragging your ass cheeks open so wide it’s humiliating. the cool air hits your soaked folds, your slick hole, the tight little star of your ass, and you swear you feel her fucking breathe on it.

“you’re fuckin’ drippin’,” she growls, dragging a knuckle through your cunt, spreading the mess everywhere. “fuckin’ soaked just from me lookin’. that right, sweetheart? you like bein’ watched?” “y-yeah,” you gasp, voice already wrecked. “feels—feels so dirty, fuck, sevika—” “good,” she cuts in, “’cause i’m not stoppin’.”

then her tongue is there. warm and wet, dragging slow and deliberate over your pussy, gathering slick, moaning into the taste like she’s drinking it. but she doesn’t stay there. oh no. she tilts your hips up more, exposes your rim, and spits hot and heavy, right on your ass. you flinch.

“relax,” she mutters, mouth pressed right over it, “gonna taste you everywhere.”

and then she licks. a slow, firm stripe over your ass, circling your hole, letting her tongue press into it shallowly, testing how tight you clench, how you gasp and shake every time she flicks the tip. “mm. look how this little thing twitches.” she spreads you again with two thick fingers, thumb circling your rim while her tongue dips lower to lap at your cunt, then back up to tease your ass again. “you ever let anyone touch you here before?” you’re already shaking. “no—o-only you—” “’course not,” she growls. “you think i’d fuckin’ let someone else see this? touch this? nah, baby. this ass is mine.”

her fingers trail up, wet with spit and slick, and she pushes one into your pussy slow, but it’s just a distraction. because her other hand comes up behind you, thumb circling your rim again, and this time she pushes. just a little. enough to make you sob.

“so tight,” she whispers, tongue back on your pussy now, licking as her finger rubs over your asshole in firm little circles. “fuckin’ untouched. all mine. you ever think about what i could do to this?”

“fuck, sevika, please—”

she pushes in. slow, thick, unrelenting. your cunt clenches around her fingers, your ass stretches around her thumb, and the moan that rips out of your throat sounds like it came from somewhere deeper than you knew existed.

“yeah. just like that,” she groans, “open up for me. take it. both holes, baby. all at once.”

you’re drooling into the mattress now, eyes rolling back as she pumps into your pussy and stretches your ass with slow, grinding circles. her mouth keeps moving, licking up your slick, sucking your clit, moaning into your skin like she’s drunk off the taste of you. the wet noises echo off the walls.

“feel full?” “y-yes—god, i c-can’t—” “yes you fuckin’ can. i’m not even halfway done.”

she pulls her thumb out slow just to watch your rim close up, then spits on it again, filthy and wet, and pushes two fingers back into your cunt with a growl. “gonna ruin this fuckin’ body. make you forget your own name. when i’m done with you, you’ll be beggin’ to get fucked in both holes like a good little toy.”

you cry out something garbled and incoherent. hips shaking, thighs soaked, voice wrecked. and sevika just keeps going, licking up every drop, watching your ass twitch open and closed, obsessed with every part of you.

“you don’t get it,” she mutters against your cunt, almost reverent, almost angry. “i think about this every night. eatin’ you out, fingerin’ your tight little ass, makin’ you cum so hard you forget where you are.”

“wanna fuck you open. wanna break you in. wanna see how many fingers this pretty hole can take while you’re cryin’ and beggin’ for more.”

her tongue flicks hard over your clit, and you scream. not even a climax, just overstimulation, raw and insane and too much. but she loves it.

you barely even notice her pulling away at first. your body’s limp, trembling, stuffed full of her fingers and her spit, your face buried in the mattress as your ass twitches open and closed from where she was working it slow and deep. you’re leaking from your pussy, legs sticky, skin flushed. your rim feels puffy, slick, stretched. like it’s still trying to adjust to the sheer size of her thumb.

then you hear the buckle.

a slow, metallic clink. leather shifting. something heavy sliding across her hips with purpose.

“you ready for me, baby?” her voice is low. thick. smug and full of heat, but dark around the edges like she’s been holding herself back this whole time and now the leash just snapped.

you twist your head toward her weakly, eyes fluttering. “s-sevika—” she grabs your ass with both hands and spreads you open. “nah. no talkin’. you wanted this, remember? said you’d be good. said you’d let me fuck you anywhere i wanted. that include here?”

her fingers drag over your rim again, circling the soft, slick muscle. you gasp, back arching helplessly. “fuckin’ look at it,” she growls, low and reverent. “so tight. all stretched out and twitchin’. you see how it’s fuckin’ pulsing for me? greedy little thing, beggin’ to get filled.”

you can feel her staring. burning holes into your skin. the curve of your ass, warm and flushed. your rim clenches when she presses the fat, blunt head of the strap right up against it.

“i’m gonna take my fuckin’ time with this,” she rasps. “make you feel every inch. and you’re not tappin’ out. i don’t care if you cry. you’re takin’ it, sweetheart.”

she pushes. slow, grinding pressure—thick and wide, the silicone head stretching your ass open inch by inch. it burns. you gasp, sob into the sheets, fists curling around the blankets as your rim gives way to her. “there you fuckin’ go—shhh, that’s it—open up for me—fuck, look how tight this little hole is—”

you can hear it. wet, obscene, the slick slide of lube and spit and your own mess as she feeds the strap into your ass. her grip stays firm on your hips, pulling you back every time you tense forward like she wants you to feel overwhelmed.

“you feel full, baby?” “y-yeah—fuckfuckfuck—so full—” “too bad. you’re takin’ the rest.”

and then she slams her hips in the rest of the way, burying the strap deep, flush against your ass, thick base grinding right into the soft, bruised skin. you scream, eyes rolling back, hips jerking wildly. but she grabs you, slams your ass back into her lap, and holds you there.

“don’t fuckin’ run,” she snarls, smacking your ass hard with her palm. “this is what you fuckin’ asked for. now take it.”

she starts pounding. no mercy. her hips snap forward over and over, heavy and fast, the thick strap filling your ass to the limit. every time it slides out a little, your rim clings to it, twitching and fluttering and dripping spit and lube down your thighs—and every time it slams back in, your whole ass bounces, soft and swollen, rippling with the impact.

“look at this ass. fuckin’ made for me. bouncin’ so pretty—shit—tightest fuckin’ hole i’ve ever had—” she spanks it again. and again. five, six times, each one harder than the last until your skin glows with red handprints and you’re crying, moaning, babbling into the sheets.

“can feel you clenchin’. that mean you’re close?” you sob. “i—i don’t know—f-feels too good—feels—ah—fuck—” “you gonna cum just from gettin’ your ass fucked?” “yesyesyes—i-i think—oh my god—”

her pace gets mean. brutal. both hands gripping your hips, dragging you back onto her cock again and again, your ass jiggling with every thrust, your rim raw and stretched and leaking. it’s too much. you’re shaking, crying, coming apart while she ruins you from behind, growling, panting, her mouth spilling filth with every slam of her hips.

“mine. this fuckin’ hole’s mine. say it.” “yours! it’s yours, sevika, fuck, i swear—” “never lettin’ anyone else touch it. i see someone look at this ass again, i’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em. you understand?” you nod, sobbing. “yes, yes, fuck, yes—just don’t stop, don’t stop—”

she doesn’t. not for a second. she fucks you through your orgasm, through the aftershocks, through the begging, through the shaking. and when your voice goes hoarse, when your hole spasms and tightens and starts trying to push the strap out, she growls, leans over your back, and whispers against your ear:

“nah, baby. we’re goin’ again.”

[girlyteengirlcore]

jujutsu kaisen

shoko

fics |

drabbles | tribbing

mei mei

yuki

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bumping coochies with sho

the sounds echoing in the room where almost enough to counter the ones coming from your mouth

“ohh- fuck sho, i’m cu- cumming!”

“yeaahhhhh, baby. that’s what i like t’hear, let it alll out.”

the feeling of your orgasm ripping through; heartbeat in your clit, less and less friction from the cum dripping out of you— it was all guiding her towards her own orgasm

no, there wasn’t much friction. but, the way she was grinding down on you, made a hell of a difference

she was putting her entire weight into rubbing her clit against your own, holding you arms together on your chest so they don’t interfere with her pleasure

this, right here, is heaven. she’s using you to get herself off. not caring if the feeling of her grinding on your poor, sensitive, overstimulated clit is getting overwhelming. she’s tryna cum, baby, so let her

“ple- please sho, cu- fuckkk- cum for me,” the desperation in your voice was so cute, she would squish your face between her hands if she wasn’t preoccupied

“awww, baby. isn’t that sweet. and y’know what? i think i will, gorgeous,” she was already panting, but you could tell when she was getting close. her low moans, and shaky legs gave it away

and when she did cum, she rewarded you with a tender kiss on the forehead

ahhhhh i need her so bad

[girlyteengirlcore]

tlou

abby

fics | first time for everything

drabbles

ellie

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arcane

sevika

fics | until you learn

drabbles | kinks

ambessa

fics | a world given to you

drabbles | casual dominance

grayson

caitlyn

violet

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some of sevika’s kinks

overstim

she absolutely loves to overstimulate you. forcing so many orgasms out of your tired body that your brain starts oozing out of your ears, the room filled with your whimpers and sobs

loves to see the drool running down your chin, tears staining your cheeks, and sweat coating your forehead. she adores making a mess of you

and it fills her with pride when she see you trying to calm yourself down, wanting to take more. she’s so proud of her girl, always wanting to obey. no matter how draining it is

“aww sweetheart, is your poor little clit all sensitive?”

orgasm control

on the contrary, she also loves to make you beg to cum

“c’mon baby, cumming is a privilege not a right. you know that.”

if you’ve been bad, there’s nothing she would rather do. laying you down and bringing you right to that edge before she takes her hand away, watching your reaction as the sensation fizzles away

and finally after a couple hours of the torture; she lets you cum, just not properly. taking her hand away just as she feels your orgasm washing over you, and watches you twist and turn to try and get some type of friction

but she holds your legs open so you can’t even rub your thighs together

“where’s my thank you? i let you cum didn’t i? say thank you”

impact play

love love loves giving you little taps across the face. never fully slapping you because she’s too scared to hurt you, just bringing your attention back to her if she sees your mind wandering

but your ass? omg it’s covered in faded bruises and belt shaped welts from past punishments that are going down. and whenever she brings her hand down, you know that the rings on her fingers will be leaving marks

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casual dominance w/ ambessa

always encourages communication when she can tell you’re upset about something, even if she has to deal with you like a toddler throwing a tantrum

yelling at her can sometimes feel like the only way to get your point across with how stubborn she can be, but she’s never taken to kindly to someone raising their voice at her, “i’m not going to listen to you if you’re just going to continue with the yelling. once you are willing to calm down, i will be willing to listen and only then.”

if you choose to calm yourself immediately, she will sit you on her lap and insist that you look at her when you’re talking to her. don’t worry though, if you forget and look away she will grab your jaw lightly, “look at me when you are speaking, love.”

if you choose to continue yelling, she will dismiss you completely, “i am not going to listen to you if you are just going to keep yelling,” waving her hand in your face and focusing back on whatever she was doing

if you choose to walk off, she will leave you for approximately five minutes before she takes things into her own hands. once she finds you laying on the bed, she sits down next to you, “have you calmed yourself?” you nod, “right, well sit up and talk to me.”

she’s never liked to delay uncomfortable conversations, opting to get to a solution sooner rather than later

“thank you for telling me. in the future, if you want to to talk me about anything, i would appreciate if you wouldn’t throw a tantrum.”

has to have a hand on you at all times

places her hand on your nape or on the small of your back to guide you while walking together

intertwines her fingers with yours whenever you’re both just sitting in each others company. whether she reading and you napping on her lap, you’re both watch television, or you're in the car; she always finds your hand

likes to dry your hair by the fire after you’ve washed it, takes her time to part each section and use cool air to dry it as to not damage your hair

and when it’s time to sleep, you sleep in her arms. no arguments about it.

when you’re sick, she takes extra good care of of you

making you warm soup or stew to help with the sore throat, and she sits there until you’ve finished it. she’ll help you if she must, but you have to finish your meal. it’ll help you feel better. “darling, you have to have it all. it will help, i promise.”

she drags you out of the house to go for walks, talking about how ‘the fresh air will help’. “come on, put some warm clothes on and we’ll go for a walk. i know, sweetheart, i know, but you’ll be surprised how much it helps.” silencing your complaints, you don’t really get a say. unless you’re so sick you can’t move, she’s taking you outside.

she’ll wake you up in the morning with breakfast in bed with a side of antibiotics. “have your tablets first, alright?” putting them in your hand and guiding the glass of water up to you mouth, placing her hand on the back of your head to make sure you drink all of the water.

@fruitfulfashion ask and you shall receive😘

[girlyteengirlcore]

— first time for everything

abby anderson x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, porn w/ no plot, readers first time squirtingggggg, abby is so sweet, def soft!dom abby, fingering, nipple play, lots of making out, overstimulation, clit stim, she talks you thru it☺️, anal fingering

a/n: writing this with one hand omggg, she makes me so feral I can’t even think normally

wc: 1.3k

“Wait, hold on. What’d you just say, baby?” A slight teasing in her tone.

“Abby! Why are you laughing?”

“No! I’m- I’m not laughing. I’m just.. shocked? I don’t know, I just didn’t expect that.”

“No one’s ever made me, and I’ve just never tried. Are you like fucking.. sq- the squirting master or something?”

The laugh she lets out triggers your own laughing fit.

“The squirting master? Oh wow, that’s hilarious. But, apparently, I definitely am compared to you.”

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.”

The silence settles between the both of you for a second. She doesn’t let it stay that way for long, though.

“You wanna try it?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

“Oh- um Abby, I don’t even think I could. It’s oka-“

“Trust me, baby. You can squirt, you will.”

The confidence in her voice makes you believe her, but you’re still nervous.

“Okay, sure,” your unsureness was obvious.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

“Okay, yeah let’s do it then.”

—

So now, you’re sitting against her on the couch. You’re completely naked while she’s fully clothed. Back against her chest, she tweaks you bare nipples. Teasing them, making you whimper into her mouth, her tongue pushing past your lips.

She has your legs separated with her own, trapping you in her hold. Her other hand is making its way down your torso, but once she reaches where you need her most, she chooses to softly rub your thighs. Bucking your hips to meet her hand wasn’t even possible with the way she has you restrained, you just have to sit there. She won’t let you pull away from the kiss either, so you couldn’t even ask her to touch you anyway. You were dripping, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed you desperate.

Instead, she gathered some of your slick and rubbed her finger against your tighter hole. Pushing past slowly, she feels you gasp against her mouth. Once she fully submerged her finger, she brings it back out again. Before pushing back in, a little faster than before. But that’s not where you need her, arousal is now pooling around her fingers. You pull away from her mouth as best as you could.

“Abs, ohhh fuck. Baby, ple- please. Pleasepleaseplease.”

“What’s up, baby? What d’you need?”

“You, please. I need you.”

“You have me, I’m right here.”

“No, I need you here.” You cup your pussy with your hand, running two fingers through your soaking slit.

“Can you ask a little better than that?”

“I want you to make me cum, please?”

“Thaaat’s better, you got it baby.”

She takes her finger out of your ass, rubbing her middle and ring finger up and down your cunt. From the top of your clit, alllll the way down to your entrance.

“Fuck you are wet baby, soaking my fingers.” She pushes both her fingers into you, filling you up. She isn’t touching your clit though, and that was a problem.

You decide to take initiative and do it yourself. So you cover a couple of your finger in your spit and bring them down to where you’re aching, but she grabs your hand before you even reach your clit.

“Nuh uh, baby. Let me do it, keep your hands to yourself, please.” You sighed out in disappointment, she kept a slightly playful tone but you could tell she wasn’t joking around. You bring your hands down to her sides, grabbing onto her pants instead.

“Thank you.”

“Abb-“

“I know, princess. I’ll get you there, just let me take my time.”

Everything was so much; her fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing them lightly, and her fingers inside of you. It felt so good but it wasn’t getting you anywhere and she knew it, she just needed you to be a little more patient.

When she finally focused on your clit, it was as if the world around you didn’t exist anymore and you were only put on earth only to take her fingers. She brings her other hand down to hold up the hood of your clit, and uses her pointer finger on her other hand to draw small, fast circles on your clit. You wanted to flinch away at the direct contact but it felt too good, instead choosing to relax all your muscles and loll your head back against her shoulder. She doesn’t pick up speed when you ask her to, opting to get you there slowly so that you don’t get too overwhelmed. And when she could tell you were finally about to cum, she still stayed at that pace.

“You gonna cum, princess?”

A string of mhm’s left your mouth. You were too focused on cumming and not focused on answering her properly, something she never took to kind to.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, I can tell you’re close.”

“Yea- yeah, yes I’m gonna cu- I’m- oh my god I’m cumming- cumming!”

“There we goooo, let it all out.”

You were twitching in her arms by the time your orgasm had subsided, but she didn’t stop. She slowed down significantly, but she was still rubbing your clit softly.

“Breathe, princess. I’m gonna keep going yeah?” You nod, trying to regulate your breathing.

And with that, she goes back to the speed she was doing before. If her legs weren’t holding yours down, you surely would’ve made this a lot harder than it needs to be.

“Slow down!”

“Baby, breathe. It’ll be a lot for now, but after a little while you’ll be fine. Just take some big deep breaths.”

You listen to what she says, trying to calm yourself down so you stop involuntarily moving around.

Your second orgasm doesn’t take very long to build up, she can tell. You were struggling and holding your breath made it feel like you would cum quicker, but Abby didn’t approve of that approach at all.

“I said ‘breathe’, baby. So breathe.”

Her words right in your ear were making you clench around nothing, she was tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. That string at the bottom of your stomach stretched and pulled, the noises that were coming out of you were unholy.

“Oh, my god- Abs, I’m cumming ag- again!”

“Yeah, you are. Go on, princess.” You moan loudly as your second orgasm rips through you, your body is now trembling involuntarily. She finally lets up her abuse on your sensitive clit, pushing three of her fingers into you with ease.

Showing absolutely no mercy at all, she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an insane speed. Your mouth is stuck open in a silent scream, all of the muscles in your body are locked. Then suddenly, a new sensation filled your abdomen.

“Abs- wait, it fee-“

“Feels different, huh?”

“Mhm,” your lip finding its place between your lips as you look down at her fingers pummelling wet mess of a cunt.

“Yeah I bet, don’t fight it, baby. Let it happen, I’ve got you.”

Her words of encouragement were helping you to sprint faster towards the finish line.

Your legs are shaking under hers, signalling how close you really are.

“Rub your clit for me, princess.”

You bring your hand to your clit, shaking fingers rubbing it softly. It helped the speed of the process, almost immediately. A clear steam of liquid pouring out of you, wetting the couch, your legs, and Abby’s hand. It doesn’t stop, so you take your hand away only for it to be replaced by your girlfriends. She uses four fingers to rub over your clit roughly, making even more squirt find its way out.

“Enough- enough please, I- I can’t.”

“Okay okay, I’m all done baby,” she looks down at your face, your glossed over eyes, mouth still hanging open, eyebrows still pinched together, “and I think you might be too, huh?”

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— a world given to you

ambessa x fem!reader

cw: you're her secretary, mutual pining but she hides it very well, masterbation, public sex (office), gagging, multiple orgasms, degradation, scent kink, reader discovers some things about herself, reader is also kinda a perv but she is in denial, fingering, breath play, minimal aftercare bc of the situation

a/n: whenever i think about ambessa i have to take a deep breath and quickly move on otherwise i start tweaking tf out

wc: 3.8k

Your job was easy— boring, but easy. You didn’t mind sitting in your own company most of the day, but it would be nice if she talked to you more often. You’re both located in your own section on the top floor of the building, a door dividing you from all of your coworkers, which you also didn’t mind. So all day, everyday, the one person you see more than anyone is her— your boss, Ambessa Medarda.

Your desk and her office are separated by a glass wall with a huge glass sliding door, and yet you still barely saw her. She rarely left her office and your desk was facing away from it, it just felt wrong to be look back to see what she was doing. So you never did, most of the time. The only thing that was somewhat frustrating was that her desk was facing you. Which meant when you finished your work you couldn’t just go online shopping, or scroll on your phone, or search up your boss on LinkdIn to see her past employment, one of your favourite past times. She doesn’t have any social media, okay? LinkdIn was a last resort.

You couldn’t help yourself; the way she carries herself, the way she speaks so authoritatively, the perfume she wears, and her jewellery. After a while; it became captivating, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was like. But whenever you ask about her personal life she always brushes you off, she’s never rude to you but she certainly doesn’t answer the way you want her to.

It was almost annoying how professional she was. No matter how tight of a skirt you wore, how sweetly you looked at her, always making sure her requests were met immediately, she never budged. You were sure at this point that she’s noticed your very small, inconspicuous advances. Maybe you weren’t as inconspicuous as you thought.

Today was no different.

The doors swung open, and there she was.

“Good morning Ms. Medarda,” walking over to her to take her coat. It smells just like her.

“Good morning.”

Oh. Okay, no ‘how are you?’ That’s fine. I don’t care.

She walks past you and into her office and the sliding door closes behind her. If it was a normal door, she would’ve slammed it. She was mad, you weren’t sure why though. She said something just before she entered her office but you didn’t hear, and you didn’t think to ask her to repeat it. You were so lost in thought, it startled you when the phone rang. Running back to your desk, you answer the phone just in time.

“Hello, you’ve called Ms. Medarda’s office. How can I help you?”

The conversation when back and forth for a little until the person on the other line said that they had a scheduled phone call with Ambessa in the morning, you reply by saying you’ll transfer the call to her office immediately.

Once you’ve passed the call on, you go back to what you were doing; sitting, staring at your computer— zoning out— waiting for an email from someone telling you to do something, anything. Suddenly, you’re awoken from your trance by a pair of hands coming down onto your desk. Ambessa’s hands, to be exact.

You look up to see a not so pleased look on her face and you immediately sit up straight, before you get to ask what’s wron—

“Did you not hear what I told you before?” The glare on her face made you want to shrink down into a pile of goo at her feet.

“Sorr- I’m- what is it that I didn’t hear?” You stammer over your words, she’s making you nervous. She’s never once spoken to you like this, you’re not sure how to respond.

“Not even ten minutes ago? You didn’t hear when I told you I don’t want to have any phone calls or meetings today?” She talks to you like you’re stupid, acting like the idea of you not hearing her was crazy.

“I’m sorry, no I didn’t. I won’t- I’ll make sure not to transfer you any calls.” You try to stand your ground, not wanting to cower under her.

“Don’t let it happen again. I pay you good money to make no mistakes.”

“Yes ma’am, you do. It wont happen again.” You couldn’t hide the way your voice shook this time.

“It better not.”

You watch as she walks back into her office and sits down, turning back around before she sees you watching her. This continued all day, no matter what you did. She berated you every single time. By the end of the day, you felt pathetic even saying sorry, so you just stood there and took it.

You found yourself counting down the minutes until 5pm, the first time you’ve ever done that. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t because you wanted to leave. It was because the second you walk back into your apartment, you will running to your bedside table to grab your vibrator and go to town. You weren’t quite sure why her treating you like this was making you feel this way, but you did know that you would be replaying those moments in your head while you orgasm.

“I need you to stay back and sort out the files I sent you. I need them printed, in alphabetical order, and in the cabinet in my office.” Her voice once again shakes you out of your trance, luckily you heard what she said otherwise she would probably get mad again.

“What was that ma’am?”

You keep eye contact with her as she walks up to you.

“The files I sent you. Print them. Put them in alphabetical order. And put them in the cabinet. Do you need me to show you which one?” She overemphasises every word, only adding to the throbbing in your pants.

You shake your head at her and watch as she grabs her coat and leaves without saying goodbye.

Oh my god.

All of a sudden you remember your plans and get disappointed, making you feel even more perverted. Oh well, you’ll still have time once you get back.

You get right to it; finding the email, sorting them in alphabetical order before printing them to make things easier, and then finally printing them. The whole process took just over an hour which was kind of annoying, but you didn’t mind. You scan your key tag to get into her office and walk over to the cabinet she was talking about. Once you put each one into its designated place, you close it back up and turn around. Just before you’re about to walk out, you look over at her desk. No one was even here, it’s fine. Walking over, invading her space while she wasn’t there, touching the desk she works at, it was bringing that previous arousal back. You look at the chair, it looked so empty without her sitting in it.

Your hands brush over the arm rest. It was so sudden but out of nowhere you got a whiff of her perfume. You lean forward, taking a deeper breath now that you’re closer. It fills your nostrils, it feels like she right there with you. An awful, disgusting idea comes to mind but you don’t even have time to think logically before you’re pulling your stockings down and taking a seat in her chair. Her scent wraps around you, holds you, guides your hands down to the place you need them most. You use two fingers to gather the slick dribbling out of you and bring them to your eager clit, rubbing slow circles. You put your feet up on the chair so you’re completely exposed, rubbing faster circles as you think about someone walking in.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding up to meet your fingers. The ministrations you were subjecting your clit to became frenzied as you build up your orgasm, biting your lip, arching your back. Dipping your fingers in and out again, bringing them back up and going impossibly faster. You need to cum so bad. It was building quicker each time you took a deep breath to smell her. Finally, the cord in your stomach was just about to snap. As it did you open your eyes again, moaning loudly at the camera in the corner of the room.

The camera. The camera? What? Why is there a camera? That hasn’t been on the whole time right. As if to mock you, the little light in the camera flashes red to signify it was indeed recording everything. You couldn’t even fully finish your orgasm, standing up and running out of the room. You stumble over your feet as you put your stockings and shoes back on and you reach for your key card to open the door again.

It hasn’t fully hit you, the realisation of what just happened. Surely no one was watching, right? I mean they have people watching the cameras outside of the building but there’s no way they would look at the inside ones unless something happened. Right? You decide to just go with that, it eases your mind and helps you stop worrying about someone watching your perverted actions. Also, if you aren’t mistaken, since the camera was in your boss’s office and you’re her secretary you should be able to have access to the footage. If that first thought didn’t calm your nerves, this one surely did. You’ll have to get into work a bit earlier but it should be doable.

Once you get home you close the door behind you, leaving against it and sliding down to until you’re sitting on the floor. You’re still so horny, even after everything. You take your shoes off and go straight to your room, not bothering to take the rest of your clothes off as you look for your friend in your bedside table. You grab the light pink vibe and immediately put it to use, pulling down your stockings and underwear just enough.

You don’t know how long it’s been but by the time you’re finished, but once you are finished you fall asleep.

Not being a morning person wasn’t really a problem with this job since you start at 9am every morning, it was quite easy to be on time. Except if you wake up at, for example, 8:30am. Then it’s a problem. Which in this case, unfortunately for you, wasn’t an example.

You’re running around, trying to get changed, have breakfast, brush your teeth, and do your makeup in 30 minutes. You’ve already decided that you’re going to be late so you just decide to take up the whole 30 minutes getting ready and you can worry about the rest later. It’s only when you’re stepping out of your door that you remember you needed to get to work early to delete the footage, now you’re really worrying. Luckily you’re in walking distance of the office, because now you’re running. Once you make it to the office, you sprint to the elevator, making it just in time before the doors close. You’re getting more and more restless whenever the elevator stops at another floor to let people off.

It feels like forever but you finally reach the top floor, rushing out, hoping that maybe Ambessa was also late.

You brush yourself off in the mirror on the wall, checking your hair and makeup before going inside.

“Well hello, I didn’t think you were coming.” You couldn’t help but cringe at her choice of words, but at least she seems to be in a better mood today. She’s making herself a coffee, something that you normally do.

“Good morning, sorry I’m late I woke up at eight thirty,” you say with a little chuckle as you walk up to your desk.

“Thank you for staying back yesterday,” a small smile on her face as she turns towards you, leaning against the coffee station.

“Oh yeah, it’s no problem it didn’t take too long.”

“Also, I just wanted to apologise for the way I was acting yesterday.”

“It’s okay, I understand it must get stressful. I didn’t mind,” a sweet smile stretches on your lips.

“Oh I’m sure you didn’t.” You chuckle as a reflex but you don’t really process what she’s said until she’s back in her office.

What?

There’s no way she’s seen it. You must’ve misheard her. You absolutely have to delete that footage right now, you can’t wait any longer. You turn your brightness down and log into the security system, scrolling through to find the camera in her office. Once you find the only one it could be, you press it. Only to be met with a screen showing you that you will need a code to access the camera, you put in every code you could think of. And yet, nothing worked. Just when you give up, you hear the sliding door open and you scramble to get out of the security system before she sees.

“I just wanted to go over something, could you come in my office please,” once again, her choice of words were unfortunate.

“Yes, of course,” you follow behind her as she sits down at her desk and you find your spot standing next to her chair.

“I was wondering if you could explain this,” your life flashed before your eyes as she pulls up a video, the video.

The whole video is an embarrassingly short one and a half minutes, and you stand there and watch with your mouth wide open. While she, with a slight smirk on her face, sits back with her legs spread and her arms crossed over her chest. It’s surprising how fast time flies when you’re frozen, watching yourself masturbate with your boss sitting next to you.

She pauses the video as soon as you’re cumming, staring right at the camera. Turning to you, chuckling when she’s see you just standing there with your mouth open in shock.

“I’m so s-“

“There’s no need for that, I’m just surprised you got off on me demeaning you all day. I mean, that is why you felt the need to touch yourself in my chair, am I correct?”

What are you even supposed to say to that, you have no words. Her forwardness makes this whole situation worse than it already was. You just nod. That’s all you can muster.

“Well, I would’ve been happy to help. You could’ve come to me and told me that your needy little cunt needed some attention, I would’ve been more than happy to give her some.” She stands up, making the humiliation wash over ten times more since now she was actually looking down on you.

“Sit down.”

“Wha-”

“I said 'sit down', or do you no longer want my attention?”

You move slowly, you couldn’t move faster even if you tried. She guides you with her hand on the small of your back, pushing you to sit on her chair. Leaning back on the edge of her desk, she motions to your stockings with her pointer finger. You peel them off, shoes falling with them. You leave your underwear on, since she didn’t tell you to take them off yet.

“Go on then.” A smirk growing on her face as her gaze darkens. You give her a confused look.

“Do what you do best. Touch yourself, whore,” you clench around nothing at her sudden degrading words. Looking deeper into her eyes, silently begging for more. She’s not giving you more, not until you do what she’s asked.

You reach down and lift your hips off of the chair, pulling your underwear down. You were about to drop them on the ground before you see her outstretched hand, waiting. She hums when you place them in her hand, putting them in her pocket for safe keeping.

Then, you do what you do best.

Bringing your hand down, you gather the slick that had already dribbled out of you. Using your middle and ring fingers to draw fast circles on your clit, the urge to cum taking over your movements.

“Slow down, and stop being so loud. Do you want someone to walk in?” You take your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to quiet your noises.

It was taking a frustrating amount of time to build up your orgasm and even when you did, one wrong move and it fizzled down immediately. You needed to cum so badly, it was almost painful how hard you were rubbing your clit.

“Didn’t I say to slow down?”

“Sor- I’m sorry, I’m trying- I just- I can’t cum,” the confession falls out of your mouth as a whisper, like it’s humiliating.

“You can’t cum? Why’s that?”

“I don’t kno- it just won’t work,” your patience was already wearing thin and her questions weren’t helping.

“Try harder then.” You weren’t even looking at her but you could tell that she had a sadistic smirk on her face.

“I am trying, what does it look like I’m do—”

“Get up.”

“Wha-?”

She doesn’t repeat herself, just waits for you to listen. When you do, you replaces you on her chair and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You lean your head back on her shoulder, waiting for her to finish you off. That’s when you felt something nudging at your lips, you open your eyes to see your own panties.

“Open wide, since you don’t know how to shut up.”

You do as she says, opening your mouth wide enough for her to place your underwear in your mouth. They weren’t going to do much, though. You both knew that. So for an extra measure, she puts her hand over your mouth. Muffling your moans and whimpers almost completely, then she continues what you started. Using the arousal that had dripped out of you as lube, she stick two of her thick fingers in. You gasp out at the stretch, she chuckles at your reaction. In and out, over and over again. It felt so good the way she was angling her finger upwards, pushing all the right buttons. Then, she presses the pad of her thumb to your neglected clit, rubbing it softly.

The hand over your mouth also helps to keep you still to a certain degree. But your hips are still grinding up against her hand, making her job rather difficult.

“Stop moving.” Leaving no room for argument, not like you could argue anyway.

Suddenly, you feel her hand move up slightly. She moves it so her thumb and pointer finger are making a ‘v’ shape. You start panicking when she blocks your nose as well, trying to gasp for the air that you didn’t have access to.

“Stop panicking, focus on your orgasm.”

You try as best as possible, and she rewards you by un-pinching her fingers. You take a deep breath in through your nose, barely making it before she closes your airways again. It was scary, the fact that she could decide not to take her hand off. But for some reason, it wasn’t as terrifying as it should have been. You didn’t know if it was because it made you insanely horny to be at the mercy of someone like this, or if it was because you trusted her for some reason. You go with the latter, not wanting to accept that oxygen being a privilege was making you even more wet.

Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, Ambessa can tell by the way your mouth falls open behind her hand and your eyes rolls back.

“Go on, make a mess.”

That was it. That was what you needed to hear to send you toppling over the edge, if she didn’t have your mouth and nose covered, everyone in the office would’ve heard the moan you let out. As soon as your orgasm hits, she takes her fingers off your nose.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Deep breaths, it’ll be gone again soon.” Her words tickle your ear as you take as many deep breaths as possible. Soon enough, it continues. She pinches your nostrils together again, letting go every now and then. And continues fingering you, letting her thumb softly graze your sensitive clit every time she pushes her fingers in.

She doesn’t stop until you’re creaming all over her fingers, so much that it drips down her hand and wrist. That’s when she takes her hand off your mouth, letting you cough and splutter as you try to breathe properly. You both take a moment, sitting in silence as she helps you gather yourself. She’s rubbing your arm soothingly, helping you to stand and get your discarded clothes back on.

“Are you okay?” You nod at her, your eyes glossed over. She doesn’t like the absence of vocabulary in your answer, you could tell by the expression she gives you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You give her a little smile.

“Here. Have some water.” She hands you the glass of water that’s been sitting on her desk, placing her hand on the back of your head to help you drink it all. After placing the empty glass back down, she holds your head in her hands.

“Are you alright? Be honest.” The sincerity in her voice was making you melt in her hold.

“Yes. I promise, I’m okay.”

And with that, she walks you back out to your desk. Helping you sit down, laughing at your wobbly knees. Taking a couple of minutes to chat with you, bring you back down to earth with what limited time she had.

Back to work it is, what a way to start your morning. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that you were late, none of that would’ve happened if you weren’t.

Little did you know, she was the one who installed that camera. That was why you needed an access code for that specific one and none of the other cameras in the building, because it’s not a company camera. She’d keep that to herself, of course. She should also probably stay quiet about the fact she just so happened to check up on what you were doing when she got a notification the day before saying that the camera detected movement. She saw you sorting out the files, putting them in the cabinet. Nothing ground-breaking.

Well, not until she saw you stop in your tracks and walk over to her chair. Yeah, she would definitely stay quiet about the fact she watched you touch yourself in real time over the camera. And how she watched as your pleasured expression turned to absolute terror when you saw the camera, yeah she'll keep that to herself.

The only thing she had to think about now is who she has to call to get your desk moved into her office permanently.

[girlyteengirlcore]

— until you learn

sevika x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, age gap (early 20s/late 30s), 🤏🏻 of obsessive sevika, verryyyyy dom/sub btw, strap-on sex, strap is referred to as “dick”, oral, dubcon (reader is a little bit intoxicated), orgasm control, clit stimulation, overstimulation, impact play, little bit of spit, squirting, degradation, aftercare

a/n: sorry for my little disappearance, this is my apology!! also, i’m so bad at the whole plot thing so i’m really sorry if the start of this sucks

wc: 3.2k

⌞friday night, 6:54pm ⌝

You had just finished getting ready for a night out with your friends, checking your phone every five minutes to see how far away your uber was. Once you got the notification that your ride has arrived you jumped up, nearly running out of the house. Your wife grabbed you by the arm, stopping you just before you reach the door.

"You forgetting something, doll?" Raising her eyebrows at you eagerness to leave.

"Oh sorry, babe," you stand on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips to hers.

When you pull away you give her a sweet smile, before turning on your heel and running out of the house. You glance back just before you hop in the car, waving at Sevika standing at the door.

"Update me regularly, please," the way she says it almost makes it sound like a question, but you know better than to assume she was asking. She was expecting you, telling you, to update her every now and then.

"Will do, love you!" You yelled your response at her from across the front yard, blowing her a kiss as you finally sat down and closed the car door.

⌞7:24pm⌝

It took about half an hour to get to the designated restaurant. Your friends spotted you from across the room once you arrived and went inside, ushering you over to your seat where you see they've already ordered some appetisers for the table. It feels like forever since you've seen them and it will probably be a while until you see them again, so you saver every hug from them as you go around the table.

You sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions about your life, you take some food as you answer all of their questions.

Once all of you had had your fill, you went up to the bar to order the first round of drinks. One round soon turned into two, then three, and once it got to four you suggested a bar hop. And when you actually found your second bar of the night, every second round of drinks signalled the trek to a new bar. However long the walk may be.

⌞10:13pm⌝

By this time it was about quarter past ten, and you only realised once you checked the time that you hadn’t been doing the thing that you promised to do. Update Sevika on the going ons of the night. She really doesn’t ask for much, truly, as she states in the multiple messages displayed at the bottom of your lock screen.

7:34pm

╰┈➤ Did you get there safe, baby?

8:06pm

╰┈➤ How’s it going?

9:03pm

╰┈➤ Baby

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤Are you okay?

9:22pm

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Where are you?

╰┈➤ I asked you to update me and you said you would, a simple ‘yes baby I’m fine’ would be amazing?

10:03pm

╰┈➤ I don’t ask for a lot and you can’t even do that much, I just want to know how things are going.

╰┈➤ I’m coming to get you

╰┈➤ Missed call

⌞10:16pm⌝

By the time you saw the countless messages and missed calls she left it was too late to message, she wasn’t going to answer since she was driving. You opt for the best option you could think of; sitting outside and waiting for her. You say goodbye to all of your friends, promising to see them again soon, wishing them the best for the time being. Then, you take your leave and find a comfortable space on the front concrete stairs of the establishment.

You’re scrolling on your phone when, soon enough, you hear a car pull up and park right in front of you. You look up and lock eyes with your wife through the open passenger seat window, she does not look happy.

Why were you getting excited? She’s about to berate you for disobeying her, so why are you feeling giddy?

You make your way over to the car, dragging your feet. Luckily you ordered some side dishes to eat while you were drinking, helping you to not get too drunk. But honestly, even if you didn’t, the feeling of her eyes burning into your head as you step inside the car would definitely do the trick.

“I’m really so—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She leaves no room for argument, no room for apologies, and absolutely no room for your endless excuses she knows you made up while waiting for her.

The rest of the drive home is silent. She left a cold bottle of water in the centre console that you graciously took, not bothering with manners since you know it won’t help your case.

You can’t lie though, the tension in the car mixing with the alcohol in your system was making you feel hot. You couldn’t help but imagine what she was going to do once you got home, smiling to yourself while looking at the window, trying your absolute hardest not to make it obvious that you were squeezing your thighs together. The butterflies in your stomach were making your clit throb with anticipation. The way she put her hand behind your head rest and turned around, using the palm of her hand to turn the steering wheel to back into the garage didn’t help the throb either.

You both sit in the stilled car for a moment, but you’re both still for different reasons. She’s thinking of what to say, while you’re waiting to be told what to do. She actually appreciates your behaviour for the first time all night.

“Sit on the bed.” You expect her to say more so you turn to face her, but once you receive a look that says ‘what?’ you get out of the car and head to the bedroom.

You’re waiting for some time before she comes in, stopping momentarily to glare at you, you shiver subtly under her gaze. She turns and closes the door, still standing facing away from you when she talks next.

“What is the one thing I asked you to do?” Turning around slowly to face you, walking over to you in a less than reassuring way.

“To update you,” your voice was small.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” she kneels down in front of you, staring up at you and yet it still feels like she’s looming over you.

“You asked me to update you.”

“Right. And what didn’t you do?”

“Update you.”

“I said speak up,” she says through her teeth, in an impatient manner.

“I didn’t update you. And I’m so sorry Sev, I just forgot.” Your apology was rushed, thinking she would interrupt you again. But she didn’t, she stayed silent.

“Take your clothes off.”

You swallow your nerves and lift your dress up over your head, sitting in your underwear. You don’t waste any time in taking off the rest, leaving you sitting completely bare in front of her.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You move further onto the bed, turning over and laying on your stomach just like she asked. She lifts up your hips with ease, placing a pillow underneath them. Then, the sound of her palm coming down on your ass fills the room. You hear it before you feel it. When you do feel it, it stings so badly that it feels cold.

She won’t make you count, she never does. That isn’t the point of this punishment. The point of it is to have to crying and begging her to stop while chanting empty promises along the lines of ‘I’ll never do it again!’ These pleas fall on unwillingly ears; she listens, relishing in the sobs that come out of your mouth every time she brings her hand down, then ignores you. Just like you did to her.

“Shut it. You want me to listen to you? Yeah? How do you think I feel, sweetheart?” She grabs your hair, turning your head to face her. The look in her eyes doesn’t do much to help the dripping between your thighs, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

“I’m so sorry ‘Vika, I swear, it won’t hap- happen again,” stammering over your words due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

“You sure you’re not just saying that to get on my good side so I can play with your little pussy, babe? ‘Cause she looks pretty desperate,” the smirk evident in her tone.

“I’m sure.”

Out of nowhere she gets on top of you, straddling your thighs. She gets real close to your ear, make you shiver as you feel her lick the shell of it.

“Think you deserve to cum?” She hums in response when she sees you nod your head.

You feel her fingers slowly creep their way to your weeping pussy, but you stay still. You feel her knee nudge your legs open for easier access, but you still remain unmoving. It was only when her fingertip dipped slightly into you that you jolted, earning a chuckle from the woman above you. She gets off for a second and guides you to turn around. Still keeping your hips elevated but now you’re on your back.

She presses her knee to your shoulder, making it near impossible for you to move. And rubs your clit slowly with her hand, causing your eyes to close at the direct contact. You notice the light disappearing from behind your eyelids and open your eyes, only to see Sevika’s face above yours.

“Open wide, whore,” looking down at your lips with an expectant look.

You close your eyes agin and open your mouth, feeling a drop her warm saliva dribble onto your tongue. You swallow it immediately.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” A rhetorical question, of course. You both knew that answer.

Her other hand comes down to lift the hood of your clit up, making you clench around nothing as your clit is exposed to the cold air. Using her other hand to gather some of your arousal on a couple of her think fingers, a rub them roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching, and toes curling. Then, she shows you absolutely no mercy. Moving off of you and finding her place between you thighs, face to face with your drooling slit, licking her lips.

And she devours you, her hands do well to keep you from moving too much but even when you do, her face follows you. Never letting you escape the overwhelming pleasure. Sevika sucks your clit into her mouth, using her tongue to subjugate it to an unrelenting torture. As you feel your orgasm sneaking up, she lifts her head slightly, gaining your attention.

“Don’t cum yet.” What?

“I can’t hold it-“

“You’re going to have to, baby. I wasn’t asking.”

She gets right back to work, adding two of her thick fingers. While she seems to be enjoying herself, you have to fight off your pleasure while being forced to endure her tongue on your pussy. Not an easy task at all. You tell yourself to focus on your breathing, trying to hold it off for as long as possible but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. Little did you know, this is exactly what she wanted; to push to the point where you have to beg her to let you cum. Her favourite form of humiliation.

“Sev- vika, ohhh god, I can’t- I can’t hold it. Ohhhh my god, I can’t hold it— pleeeaaase baby! Fuckkk,” your pleas came out as screams through your teeth.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I really don’t think you deserve it, at all.”

The room was filled with the only words you could get out; pleasepleaseplease was all she heard, and she loved it. In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once your hips started moving erratically, you both knew there was no holding it for any longer. She’s not worried though, she wasn’t planning on making you wait any longer anyway.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Go on, make a mess.”

The dam walls break, the noise you let out was ungodly. Your orgasm washing over you in such an intense way that your whole body starts shaking. The shivering didn’t stop Sevika from prolonging it, dragging your orgasm out by slightly slowing down the pace of her fingers. It was such a overwhelming sensation that you don’t even hear her get up, too fucked out from only one orgasm to see what she’s doing. The ringing in your ears stops you from hearing the sound of metal clanging together. She’s already fastened the harness around her hips and is lubing up the strap by the time you turn your head around, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I c- please Sevi, I can’t cum again,” trying to give her the sweetest look you could muster up, looking for some type of sympathy.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve got plenty more in you.”

She gets on her knees on the bed, using one of her hands to lift your hips up and the other one to guide her strap into your drenched pussy. Swiping it up and down to gather all of your cum that has dripped out of you, using it as extra lube. You wince as she pushes in. Inch by inch, she’s filling you up. She’s so slow too, making sure you feel every detail of the fake dick.

Once you adjust to the size of it, she lifts both of your legs so that both of your feet are hanging over one of her shoulders. Your hips are off the bed completely and she wraps both arms around your legs, and she goes crazy. She moves back, only bringing her hips forward whenever gravity makes you impale yourself on her dick. The sound of skin slapping soon fills the room, almost drowning out the beautiful noises you were making.

Your mouth lolled open, drool finding its way out of your mouth and down the side of your cheek.

“That feel good, baby?” She already knew but she loved to hear you say it.

“Mhm,” your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y- yessss, oh my fucking g- gooddddd!!!” Voice changing as she angles her hips slightly upwards, pressing into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

She doesn’t stop when you cum for the second time.

“Aww, look baby. You’re creaming all over me, does it feel too good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop when you squirt all over her abdomen.

“Ohhhhhh, you’re makin’ a mess.” Bringing her hand down and rubbing sloppy patterns over your clit, forcing more out of you. Making you scream through your teeth. She chuckles through her teeth and your reaction.

She doesn’t stop after you start begging her for a break.

“I thought I told you I don’t wanna hear any of that, of course you can take more.”

“I- I can’t! Vika pl-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, we aren’t stopping. Not until you understand— not until you learn the consequences of your actions.”

And oh my god did she stick to her word. She’s still pushing into you even now, even after you’ve stopped making noise and your mouth is just hanging wiiiiide open, even after you’ve cum another handful of times, even after she starts getting tired. She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

She pauses for a second when she hears you mumble something under your breath, grabbing your jaw. She taps your cheek lightly.

“What’d you just say, baby? C’mon, speak.”

“I— I’m sorry,” tears, real tears pour out of your eyes. Not tears from the hours of overstimulation, not tears from the overwhelming pleasure you’re still experiencing, but tears from being genuinely sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t li- listen, I won’t- it won’t happen again. I love you.” Your words are quiet, almost a whisper, and slurred. And your sobs and hiccups weren’t helping you to become more coherent, but she still understood what you said. You didn’t even need to say anything and she would still know.

She pauses, her eyes are darting all over your face. And she leans down to kiss your tears away softly, lovingly.

“Okay, baby. It’s alright, I love you too. You’re gonna cum one more time and we’ll be done. Yeah?”

She hums when you give her a nod, but you’re surprised when she pulls out. She’s slow with it, not wanting to hurt you. You focus your eyes to see her kissing down your stomach, until she reaches your sore pussy. You clench around nothing when you see her just looking, staring. Then, she leans in.

Immediately dipping her tongue in, her eyes rolling at the taste of your cum on her tongue. She doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all.

“Relax, baby. Deeeep breaths, yeah that’s good.”

She guides you through the build up, helping you to overcome to pain of your sensitive clit being stimulated once again, helping you to calm down, telling you when to breathe in… then out. During this time, you rely on her words and actions to know how to behave. She’s calm, so you’re calm.

As your orgasm builds further, you become a little erratic in your movements. Breathing becoming faster and more unsteady, hips lifting off of the bed and pulling away? or were they grinding on her face? neither of you could tell, and back arching.

“Baby, calm down.” Her authoritative voice was still so smooth like honey, making you shiver. You nod.

“I’m- gonna, gonna cum. Pleasepleaseplease- Vika I’m gonna c-“

“Yeah, I heard you. Calm down and let it alllll out.”

And when that cord inside you finally snaps, she’s there. Following your hips, forcing you to ride it out.

⌞probably veryyyyy early into the next morning⌝

Your back is against her chest, she’s running her hand up and down your torso. The warm bath water engulfing you both, making you sleepy. You could feel her watching you, so you open your eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Playfulness lingering in your tone.

“My beautiful wife,” she says without even thinking.

You smile, closing your eyes again and leaning back against her chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore.” She chuckles at your answer, letting the comfortable silence fill the bathroom again.

After a couple of minutes she speaks again.

“Don’t ever make me worry like that again.” Her voice calm, but threatening.

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I mean it, baby.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Right,” rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.

[girlyteengirlcore]

— masterlists

arcane

the last of us

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

[girlyteengirlcore]

— first time for everything

abby anderson x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, porn w/ no plot, readers first time squirtingggggg, abby is so sweet, def soft!dom abby, fingering, nipple play, lots of making out, overstimulation, clit stim, she talks you thru it☺️, anal fingering

a/n: writing this with one hand omggg, she makes me so feral I can’t even think normally

wc: 1.3k

“Wait, hold on. What’d you just say, baby?” A slight teasing in her tone.

“Abby! Why are you laughing?”

“No! I’m- I’m not laughing. I’m just.. shocked? I don’t know, I just didn’t expect that.”

“No one’s ever made me, and I’ve just never tried. Are you like fucking.. sq- the squirting master or something?”

The laugh she lets out triggers your own laughing fit.

“The squirting master? Oh wow, that’s hilarious. But, apparently, I definitely am compared to you.”

“Ha ha, you’re so funny.”

The silence settles between the both of you for a second. She doesn’t let it stay that way for long, though.

“You wanna try it?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

“Oh- um Abby, I don’t even think I could. It’s oka-“

“Trust me, baby. You can squirt, you will.”

The confidence in her voice makes you believe her, but you’re still nervous.

“Okay, sure,” your unsureness was obvious.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

“Okay, yeah let’s do it then.”

—

So now, you’re sitting against her on the couch. You’re completely naked while she’s fully clothed. Back against her chest, she tweaks you bare nipples. Teasing them, making you whimper into her mouth, her tongue pushing past your lips.

She has your legs separated with her own, trapping you in her hold. Her other hand is making its way down your torso, but once she reaches where you need her most, she chooses to softly rub your thighs. Bucking your hips to meet her hand wasn’t even possible with the way she has you restrained, you just have to sit there. She won’t let you pull away from the kiss either, so you couldn’t even ask her to touch you anyway. You were dripping, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed you desperate.

Instead, she gathered some of your slick and rubbed her finger against your tighter hole. Pushing past slowly, she feels you gasp against her mouth. Once she fully submerged her finger, she brings it back out again. Before pushing back in, a little faster than before. But that’s not where you need her, arousal is now pooling around her fingers. You pull away from her mouth as best as you could.

“Abs, ohhh fuck. Baby, ple- please. Pleasepleaseplease.”

“What’s up, baby? What d’you need?”

“You, please. I need you.”

“You have me, I’m right here.”

“No, I need you here.” You cup your pussy with your hand, running two fingers through your soaking slit.

“Can you ask a little better than that?”

“I want you to make me cum, please?”

“Thaaat’s better, you got it baby.”

She takes her finger out of your ass, rubbing her middle and ring finger up and down your cunt. From the top of your clit, alllll the way down to your entrance.

“Fuck you are wet baby, soaking my fingers.” She pushes both her fingers into you, filling you up. She isn’t touching your clit though, and that was a problem.

You decide to take initiative and do it yourself. So you cover a couple of your finger in your spit and bring them down to where you’re aching, but she grabs your hand before you even reach your clit.

“Nuh uh, baby. Let me do it, keep your hands to yourself, please.” You sighed out in disappointment, she kept a slightly playful tone but you could tell she wasn’t joking around. You bring your hands down to her sides, grabbing onto her pants instead.

“Thank you.”

“Abb-“

“I know, princess. I’ll get you there, just let me take my time.”

Everything was so much; her fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing them lightly, and her fingers inside of you. It felt so good but it wasn’t getting you anywhere and she knew it, she just needed you to be a little more patient.

When she finally focused on your clit, it was as if the world around you didn’t exist anymore and you were only put on earth only to take her fingers. She brings her other hand down to hold up the hood of your clit, and uses her pointer finger on her other hand to draw small, fast circles on your clit. You wanted to flinch away at the direct contact but it felt too good, instead choosing to relax all your muscles and loll your head back against her shoulder. She doesn’t pick up speed when you ask her to, opting to get you there slowly so that you don’t get too overwhelmed. And when she could tell you were finally about to cum, she still stayed at that pace.

“You gonna cum, princess?”

A string of mhm’s left your mouth. You were too focused on cumming and not focused on answering her properly, something she never took too kind to.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, I can tell you’re close.”

“Yea- yeah, yes I’m gonna cu- I’m- oh my god I’m cumming- cumming!”

“There we goooo, let it all out.”

You were twitching in her arms by the time your orgasm had subsided, but she didn’t stop. She slowed down significantly, but she was still rubbing your clit softly.

“Breathe, princess. I’m gonna keep going yeah?” You nod, trying to regulate your breathing.

And with that, she goes back to the speed she was doing before. If her legs weren’t holding yours down, you surely would’ve made this a lot harder than it needs to be.

“Slow down!”

“Baby, breathe. It’ll be a lot for now, but after a little while you’ll be fine. Just take some big deep breaths.”

You listen to what she says, trying to calm yourself down so you stop involuntarily moving around.

Your second orgasm doesn’t take very long to build up, she can tell. You were struggling and holding your breath made it feel like you would cum quicker, but Abby didn’t approve of that approach at all.

“I said ‘breathe’, baby. So breathe.”

Her words right in your ear were making you clench around nothing, she was tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. That string at the bottom of your stomach stretched and pulled, the noises that were coming out of you were unholy.

“Oh, my god- Abs, I’m cumming ag- again!”

“Yeah, you are. Go on, princess.” You moan loudly as your second orgasm rips through you, your body is now trembling involuntarily. She finally lets up her abuse on your sensitive clit, pushing three of her fingers into you with ease.

Showing absolutely no mercy at all, she pumped her fingers in and out of you at an insane speed. Your mouth is stuck open in a silent scream, all of the muscles in your body are locked. Then suddenly, a new sensation filled your abdomen.

“Abs- wait, it fee-“

“Feels different, huh?”

“Mhm,” your lip finding its place between your lips as you look down at her fingers pummelling wet mess of a cunt.

“Yeah I bet, don’t fight it, baby. Let it happen, I’ve got you.”

Her words of encouragement were helping you to sprint faster towards the finish line.

Your legs are shaking under hers, signalling how close you really are.

“Rub your clit for me, princess.”

You bring your hand to your clit, shaking fingers rubbing it softly. It helped the speed of the process almost immediately. A clear steam of liquid pouring out of you, wetting the couch, your legs, and Abby’s hand. It doesn’t stop, so you take your hand away only for it to be replaced by your girlfriends. She uses four fingers to rub over your clit roughly, making even more squirt find its way out.

“Enough- enough please, I- I can’t.”

“Okay okay, I’m all done baby,” she looks down at your face, your glossed over eyes, mouth still hanging open, eyebrows still pinched together, “and I think you might be too, huh?”

[girlyteengirlcore]

— a world given to you

ambessa x fem!reader

cw: you're her secretary, mutual pining but she hides it very well, masterbation, public sex (office), gagging, multiple orgasms, degradation, scent kink, reader discovers some things about herself, reader is also kinda a perv but she is in denial, fingering, breath play, minimal aftercare bc of the situation

a/n: whenever i think about ambessa i have to take a deep breath and quickly move on otherwise i start tweaking tf out

wc: 3.8k

Your job was easy— boring, but easy. You didn’t mind sitting in your own company most of the day, but it would be nice if she talked to you more often. You’re both located in your own section on the top floor of the building, a door dividing you from all of your coworkers, which you also didn’t mind. So all day, everyday, the one person you see more than anyone is her— your boss, Ambessa Medarda.

Your desk and her office are separated by a glass wall with a huge glass sliding door, and yet you still barely saw her. She rarely left her office and your desk was facing away from it, it just felt wrong to be look back to see what she was doing. So you never did, most of the time. The only thing that was somewhat frustrating was that her desk was facing you. Which meant when you finished your work you couldn’t just go online shopping, or scroll on your phone, or search up your boss on LinkdIn to see her past employment, one of your favourite past times. She doesn’t have any social media, okay? LinkdIn was a last resort.

You couldn’t help yourself; the way she carries herself, the way she speaks so authoritatively, the perfume she wears, and her jewellery. After a while; it became captivating, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was like. But whenever you ask about her personal life she always brushes you off, she’s never rude to you but she certainly doesn’t answer the way you want her to.

It was almost annoying how professional she was. No matter how tight of a skirt you wore, how sweetly you looked at her, always making sure her requests were met immediately, she never budged. You were sure at this point that she’s noticed your very small, inconspicuous advances. Maybe you weren’t as inconspicuous as you thought.

Today was no different.

The doors swung open, and there she was.

“Good morning Ms. Medarda,” walking over to her to take her coat. It smells just like her.

“Good morning.”

Oh. Okay, no ‘how are you?’ That’s fine. I don’t care.

She walks past you and into her office and the sliding door closes behind her. If it was a normal door, she would’ve slammed it. She was mad, you weren’t sure why though. She said something just before she entered her office but you didn’t hear, and you didn’t think to ask her to repeat it. You were so lost in thought, it startled you when the phone rang. Running back to your desk, you answer the phone just in time.

“Hello, you’ve called Ms. Medarda’s office. How can I help you?”

The conversation when back and forth for a little until the person on the other line said that they had a scheduled phone call with Ambessa in the morning, you reply by saying you’ll transfer the call to her office immediately.

Once you’ve passed the call on, you go back to what you were doing; sitting, staring at your computer— zoning out— waiting for an email from someone telling you to do something, anything. Suddenly, you’re awoken from your trance by a pair of hands coming down onto your desk. Ambessa’s hands, to be exact.

You look up to see a not so pleased look on her face and you immediately sit up straight, before you get to ask what’s wron—

“Did you not hear what I told you before?” The glare on her face made you want to shrink down into a pile of goo at her feet.

“Sorr- I’m- what is it that I didn’t hear?” You stammer over your words, she’s making you nervous. She’s never once spoken to you like this, you’re not sure how to respond.

“Not even ten minutes ago? You didn’t hear when I told you I don’t want to have any phone calls or meetings today?” She talks to you like you’re stupid, acting like the idea of you not hearing her was crazy.

“I’m sorry, no I didn’t. I won’t- I’ll make sure not to transfer you any calls.” You try to stand your ground, not wanting to cower under her.

“Don’t let it happen again. I pay you good money to make no mistakes.”

“Yes ma’am, you do. It wont happen again.” You couldn’t hide the way your voice shook this time.

“It better not.”

You watch as she walks back into her office and sits down, turning back around before she sees you watching her. This continued all day, no matter what you did. She berated you every single time. By the end of the day, you felt pathetic even saying sorry, so you just stood there and took it.

You found yourself counting down the minutes until 5pm, the first time you’ve ever done that. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t because you wanted to leave. It was because the second you walk back into your apartment, you will running to your bedside table to grab your vibrator and go to town. You weren’t quite sure why her treating you like this was making you feel this way, but you did know that you would be replaying those moments in your head while you orgasm.

“I need you to stay back and sort out the files I sent you. I need them printed, in alphabetical order, and in the cabinet in my office.” Her voice once again shakes you out of your trance, luckily you heard what she said otherwise she would probably get mad again.

“What was that ma’am?”

You keep eye contact with her as she walks up to you.

“The files I sent you. Print them. Put them in alphabetical order. And put them in the cabinet. Do you need me to show you which one?” She overemphasises every word, only adding to the throbbing in your pants.

You shake your head at her and watch as she grabs her coat and leaves without saying goodbye.

Oh my god.

All of a sudden you remember your plans and get disappointed, making you feel even more perverted. Oh well, you’ll still have time once you get back.

You get right to it; finding the email, sorting them in alphabetical order before printing them to make things easier, and then finally printing them. The whole process took just over an hour which was kind of annoying, but you didn’t mind. You scan your key tag to get into her office and walk over to the cabinet she was talking about. Once you put each one into its designated place, you close it back up and turn around. Just before you’re about to walk out, you look over at her desk. No one was even here, it’s fine. Walking over, invading her space while she wasn’t there, touching the desk she works at, it was bringing that previous arousal back. You look at the chair, it looked so empty without her sitting in it.

Your hands brush over the arm rest. It was so sudden but out of nowhere you got a whiff of her perfume. You lean forward, taking a deeper breath now that you’re closer. It fills your nostrils, it feels like she right there with you. An awful, disgusting idea comes to mind but you don’t even have time to think logically before you’re pulling your stockings down and taking a seat in her chair. Her scent wraps around you, holds you, guides your hands down to the place you need them most. You use two fingers to gather the slick dribbling out of you and bring them to your eager clit, rubbing slow circles. You put your feet up on the chair so you’re completely exposed, rubbing faster circles as you think about someone walking in.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding up to meet your fingers. The ministrations you were subjecting your clit to became frenzied as you build up your orgasm, biting your lip, arching your back. Dipping your fingers in and out again, bringing them back up and going impossibly faster. You need to cum so bad. It was building quicker each time you took a deep breath to smell her. Finally, the cord in your stomach was just about to snap. As it did you open your eyes again, moaning loudly at the camera in the corner of the room.

The camera. The camera? What? Why is there a camera? That hasn’t been on the whole time right. As if to mock you, the little light in the camera flashes red to signify it was indeed recording everything. You couldn’t even fully finish your orgasm, standing up and running out of the room. You stumble over your feet as you put your stockings and shoes back on and you reach for your key card to open the door again.

It hasn’t fully hit you, the realisation of what just happened. Surely no one was watching, right? I mean they have people watching the cameras outside of the building but there’s no way they would look at the inside ones unless something happened. Right? You decide to just go with that, it eases your mind and helps you stop worrying about someone watching your perverted actions. Also, if you aren’t mistaken, since the camera was in your boss’s office and you’re her secretary you should be able to have access to the footage. If that first thought didn’t calm your nerves, this one surely did. You’ll have to get into work a bit earlier but it should be doable.

Once you get home you close the door behind you, leaving against it and sliding down to until you’re sitting on the floor. You’re still so horny, even after everything. You take your shoes off and go straight to your room, not bothering to take the rest of your clothes off as you look for your friend in your bedside table. You grab the light pink vibe and immediately put it to use, pulling down your stockings and underwear just enough.

You don’t know how long it’s been but by the time you’re finished, but once you are finished you fall asleep.

Not being a morning person wasn’t really a problem with this job since you start at 9am every morning, it was quite easy to be on time. Except if you wake up at, for example, 8:30am. Then it’s a problem. Which in this case, unfortunately for you, wasn’t an example.

You’re running around, trying to get changed, have breakfast, brush your teeth, and do your makeup in 30 minutes. You’ve already decided that you’re going to be late so you just decide to take up the whole 30 minutes getting ready and you can worry about the rest later. It’s only when you’re stepping out of your door that you remember you needed to get to work early to delete the footage, now you’re really worrying. Luckily you’re in walking distance of the office, because now you’re running. Once you make it to the office, you sprint to the elevator, making it just in time before the doors close. You’re getting more and more restless whenever the elevator stops at another floor to let people off.

It feels like forever but you finally reach the top floor, rushing out, hoping that maybe Ambessa was also late.

You brush yourself off in the mirror on the wall, checking your hair and makeup before going inside.

“Well hello, I didn’t think you were coming.” You couldn’t help but cringe at her choice of words, but at least she seems to be in a better mood today. She’s making herself a coffee, something that you normally do.

“Good morning, sorry I’m late I woke up at eight thirty,” you say with a little chuckle as you walk up to your desk.

“Thank you for staying back yesterday,” a small smile on her face as she turns towards you, leaning against the coffee station.

“Oh yeah, it’s no problem it didn’t take too long.”

“Also, I just wanted to apologise for the way I was acting yesterday.”

“It’s okay, I understand it must get stressful. I didn’t mind,” a sweet smile stretches on your lips.

“Oh I’m sure you didn’t.” You chuckle as a reflex but you don’t really process what she’s said until she’s back in her office.

What?

There’s no way she’s seen it. You must’ve misheard her. You absolutely have to delete that footage right now, you can’t wait any longer. You turn your brightness down and log into the security system, scrolling through to find the camera in her office. Once you find the only one it could be, you press it. Only to be met with a screen showing you that you will need a code to access the camera, you put in every code you could think of. And yet, nothing worked. Just when you give up, you hear the sliding door open and you scramble to get out of the security system before she sees.

“I just wanted to go over something, could you come in my office please,” once again, her choice of words were unfortunate.

“Yes, of course,” you follow behind her as she sits down at her desk and you find your spot standing next to her chair.

“I was wondering if you could explain this,” your life flashed before your eyes as she pulls up a video, the video.

The whole video is an embarrassingly short one and a half minutes, and you stand there and watch with your mouth wide open. While she, with a slight smirk on her face, sits back with her legs spread and her arms crossed over her chest. It’s surprising how fast time flies when you’re frozen, watching yourself masturbate with your boss sitting next to you.

She pauses the video as soon as you’re cumming, staring right at the camera. Turning to you, chuckling when she’s see you just standing there with your mouth open in shock.

“I’m so s-“

“There’s no need for that, I’m just surprised you got off on me demeaning you all day. I mean, that is why you felt the need to touch yourself in my chair, am I correct?”

What are you even supposed to say to that, you have no words. Her forwardness makes this whole situation worse than it already was. You just nod. That’s all you can muster.

“Well, I would’ve been happy to help. You could’ve come to me and told me that your needy little cunt needed some attention, I would’ve been more than happy to give her some.” She stands up, making the humiliation wash over ten times more since now she was actually looking down on you.

“Sit down.”

“Wha-”

“I said 'sit down', or do you no longer want my attention?”

You move slowly, you couldn’t move faster even if you tried. She guides you with her hand on the small of your back, pushing you to sit on her chair. Leaning back on the edge of her desk, she motions to your stockings with her pointer finger. You peel them off, shoes falling with them. You leave your underwear on, since she didn’t tell you to take them off yet.

“Go on then.” A smirk growing on her face as her gaze darkens. You give her a confused look.

“Do what you do best. Touch yourself, whore,” you clench around nothing at her sudden degrading words. Looking deeper into her eyes, silently begging for more. She’s not giving you more, not until you do what she’s asked.

You reach down and lift your hips off of the chair, pulling your underwear down. You were about to drop them on the ground before you see her outstretched hand, waiting. She hums when you place them in her hand, putting them in her pocket for safe keeping.

Then, you do what you do best.

Bringing your hand down, you gather the slick that had already dribbled out of you. Using your middle and ring fingers to draw fast circles on your clit, the urge to cum taking over your movements.

“Slow down, and stop being so loud. Do you want someone to walk in?” You take your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to quiet your noises.

It was taking a frustrating amount of time to build up your orgasm and even when you did, one wrong move and it fizzled down immediately. You needed to cum so badly, it was almost painful how hard you were rubbing your clit.

“Didn’t I say to slow down?”

“Sor- I’m sorry, I’m trying- I just- I can’t cum,” the confession falls out of your mouth as a whisper, like it’s humiliating.

“You can’t cum? Why’s that?”

“I don’t kno- it just won’t work,” your patience was already wearing thin and her questions weren’t helping.

“Try harder then.” You weren’t even looking at her but you could tell that she had a sadistic smirk on her face.

“I am trying, what does it look like I’m do—”

“Get up.”

“Wha-?”

She doesn’t repeat herself, just waits for you to listen. When you do, you replaces you on her chair and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You lean your head back on her shoulder, waiting for her to finish you off. That’s when you felt something nudging at your lips, you open your eyes to see your own panties.

“Open wide, since you don’t know how to shut up.”

You do as she says, opening your mouth wide enough for her to place your underwear in your mouth. They weren’t going to do much, though. You both knew that. So for an extra measure, she puts her hand over your mouth. Muffling your moans and whimpers almost completely, then she continues what you started. Using the arousal that had dripped out of you as lube, she stick two of her thick fingers in. You gasp out at the stretch, she chuckles at your reaction. In and out, over and over again. It felt so good the way she was angling her finger upwards, pushing all the right buttons. Then, she presses the pad of her thumb to your neglected clit, rubbing it softly.

The hand over your mouth also helps to keep you still to a certain degree. But your hips are still grinding up against her hand, making her job rather difficult.

“Stop moving.” Leaving no room for argument, not like you could argue anyway.

Suddenly, you feel her hand move up slightly. She moves it so her thumb and pointer finger are making a ‘v’ shape. You start panicking when she blocks your nose as well, trying to gasp for the air that you didn’t have access to.

“Stop panicking, focus on your orgasm.”

You try as best as possible, and she rewards you by un-pinching her fingers. You take a deep breath in through your nose, barely making it before she closes your airways again. It was scary, the fact that she could decide not to take her hand off. But for some reason, it wasn’t as terrifying as it should have been. You didn’t know if it was because it made you insanely horny to be at the mercy of someone like this, or if it was because you trusted her for some reason. You go with the latter, not wanting to accept that oxygen being a privilege was making you even more wet.

Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, Ambessa can tell by the way your mouth falls open behind her hand and your eyes rolls back.

“Go on, make a mess.”

That was it. That was what you needed to hear to send you toppling over the edge, if she didn’t have your mouth and nose covered, everyone in the office would’ve heard the moan you let out. As soon as your orgasm hits, she takes her fingers off your nose.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Deep breaths, it’ll be gone again soon.” Her words tickle your ear as you take as many deep breaths as possible. Soon enough, it continues. She pinches your nostrils together again, letting go every now and then. And continues fingering you, letting her thumb softly graze your sensitive clit every time she pushes her fingers in.

She doesn’t stop until you’re creaming all over her fingers, so much that it drips down her hand and wrist. That’s when she takes her hand off your mouth, letting you cough and splutter as you try to breathe properly. You both take a moment, sitting in silence as she helps you gather yourself. She’s rubbing your arm soothingly, helping you to stand and get your discarded clothes back on.

“Are you okay?” You nod at her, your eyes glossed over. She doesn’t like the absence of vocabulary in your answer, you could tell by the expression she gives you.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You give her a little smile.

“Here. Have some water.” She hands you the glass of water that’s been sitting on her desk, placing her hand on the back of your head to help you drink it all. After placing the empty glass back down, she holds your head in her hands.

“Are you alright? Be honest.” The sincerity in her voice was making you melt in her hold.

“Yes. I promise, I’m okay.”

And with that, she walks you back out to your desk. Helping you sit down, laughing at your wobbly knees. Taking a couple of minutes to chat with you, bring you back down to earth with what limited time she had.

Back to work it is, what a way to start your morning. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that you were late, none of that would’ve happened if you weren’t.

Little did you know, she was the one who installed that camera. That was why you needed an access code for that specific one and none of the other cameras in the building, because it’s not a company camera. She’d keep that to herself, of course. She should also probably stay quiet about the fact she just so happened to check up on what you were doing when she got a notification the day before saying that the camera detected movement. She saw you sorting out the files, putting them in the cabinet. Nothing ground-breaking.

Well, not until she saw you stop in your tracks and walk over to her chair. Yeah, she would definitely stay quiet about the fact she watched you touch yourself in real time over the camera. And how she watched as your pleasured expression turned to absolute terror when you saw the camera, yeah she'll keep that to herself.

The only thing she had to think about now is who she has to call to get your desk moved into her office permanently.

[girlyteengirlcore]

— NAV

haiiii everyone!!! i’m avalon, don’t be shy to leave comments🩷

she/her ⚢, eighteen, australian, certified perv, an*l princess, i get the horny out on this blog so i can be normal is person🙂‍↕️, domfemme enthusiast, did i mention i love an@l

this is a 18+ lesbian blog, no schedule but i’m trying to stay consistent

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— until you learn

sevika x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, age gap (early 20s/late 30s), 🤏🏻 of obsessive sevika, verryyyyy dom/sub btw, strap-on sex, strap is referred to as “dick”, oral, dubcon (reader is a little bit intoxicated), orgasm control, clit stimulation, overstimulation, impact play, little bit of spit, squirting, degradation, aftercare

a/n: sorry for my little disappearance, this is my apology!! also, i’m so bad at the whole plot thing so i’m really sorry if the start of this sucks

wc: 3.2k

⌞friday night, 6:54pm ⌝

You had just finished getting ready for a night out with your friends, checking your phone every five minutes to see how far away your uber was. Once you got the notification that your ride has arrived you jumped up, nearly running out of the house. Your wife grabbed you by the arm, stopping you just before you reach the door.

"You forgetting something, doll?" Raising her eyebrows at you eagerness to leave.

"Oh sorry, babe," you stand on the tips of your toes, bringing your lips to hers.

When you pull away you give her a sweet smile, before turning on your heel and running out of the house. You glance back just before you hop in the car, waving at Sevika standing at the door.

"Update me regularly, please," the way she says it almost makes it sound like a question, but you know better than to assume she was asking. She was expecting you, telling you, to update her every now and then.

"Will do, love you!" You yelled your response at her from across the front yard, blowing her a kiss as you finally sat down and closed the car door.

⌞7:24pm⌝

It took about half an hour to get to the designated restaurant. Your friends spotted you from across the room once you arrived and went inside, ushering you over to your seat where you see they've already ordered some appetisers for the table. It feels like forever since you've seen them and it will probably be a while until you see them again, so you saver every hug from them as you go around the table.

You sit down and immediately get bombarded with questions about your life, you take some food as you answer all of their questions.

Once all of you had had your fill, you went up to the bar to order the first round of drinks. One round soon turned into two, then three, and once it got to four you suggested a bar hop. And when you actually found your second bar of the night, every second round of drinks signalled the trek to a new bar. However long the walk may be.

⌞10:13pm⌝

By this time it was about quarter past ten, and you only realised once you checked the time that you hadn’t been doing the thing that you promised to do. Update Sevika on the going ons of the night. She really doesn’t ask for much, truly, as she states in the multiple messages displayed at the bottom of your lock screen.

7:34pm

╰┈➤ Did you get there safe, baby?

8:06pm

╰┈➤ How’s it going?

9:03pm

╰┈➤ Baby

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤Are you okay?

9:22pm

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Missed call

╰┈➤ Where are you?

╰┈➤ I asked you to update me and you said you would, a simple ‘yes baby I’m fine’ would be amazing?

10:03pm

╰┈➤ I don’t ask for a lot and you can’t even do that much, I just want to know how things are going.

╰┈➤ I’m coming to get you

╰┈➤ Missed call

⌞10:16pm⌝

By the time you saw the countless messages and missed calls she left it was too late to message, she wasn’t going to answer since she was driving. You opt for the best option you could think of; sitting outside and waiting for her. You say goodbye to all of your friends, promising to see them again soon, wishing them the best for the time being. Then, you take your leave and find a comfortable space on the front concrete stairs of the establishment.

You’re scrolling on your phone when, soon enough, you hear a car pull up and park right in front of you. You look up and lock eyes with your wife through the open passenger seat window, she does not look happy.

Why were you getting excited? She’s about to berate you for disobeying her, so why are you feeling giddy?

You make your way over to the car, dragging your feet. Luckily you ordered some side dishes to eat while you were drinking, helping you to not get too drunk. But honestly, even if you didn’t, the feeling of her eyes burning into your head as you step inside the car would definitely do the trick.

“I’m really so—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She leaves no room for argument, no room for apologies, and absolutely no room for your endless excuses she knows you made up while waiting for her.

The rest of the drive home is silent. She left a cold bottle of water in the centre console that you graciously took, not bothering with manners since you know it won’t help your case.

You can’t lie though, the tension in the car mixing with the alcohol in your system was making you feel hot. You couldn’t help but imagine what she was going to do once you got home, smiling to yourself while looking at the window, trying your absolute hardest not to make it obvious that you were squeezing your thighs together. The butterflies in your stomach were making your clit throb with anticipation. The way she put her hand behind your head rest and turned around, using the palm of her hand to turn the steering wheel to back into the garage didn’t help the throb either.

You both sit in the stilled car for a moment, but you’re both still for different reasons. She’s thinking of what to say, while you’re waiting to be told what to do. She actually appreciates your behaviour for the first time all night.

“Sit on the bed.” You expect her to say more so you turn to face her, but once you receive a look that says ‘what?’ you get out of the car and head to the bedroom.

You’re waiting for some time before she comes in, stopping momentarily to glare at you, you shiver subtly under her gaze. She turns and closes the door, still standing facing away from you when she talks next.

“What is the one thing I asked you to do?” Turning around slowly to face you, walking over to you in a less than reassuring way.

“To update you,” your voice was small.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you,” she kneels down in front of you, staring up at you and yet it still feels like she’s looming over you.

“You asked me to update you.”

“Right. And what didn’t you do?”

“Update you.”

“I said speak up,” she says through her teeth, in an impatient manner.

“I didn’t update you. And I’m so sorry Sev, I just forgot.” Your apology was rushed, thinking she would interrupt you again. But she didn’t, she stayed silent.

“Take your clothes off.”

You swallow your nerves and lift your dress up over your head, sitting in your underwear. You don’t waste any time in taking off the rest, leaving you sitting completely bare in front of her.

“Lay on your stomach.”

You move further onto the bed, turning over and laying on your stomach just like she asked. She lifts up your hips with ease, placing a pillow underneath them. Then, the sound of her palm coming down on your ass fills the room. You hear it before you feel it. When you do feel it, it stings so badly that it feels cold.

She won’t make you count, she never does. That isn’t the point of this punishment. The point of it is to have to crying and begging her to stop while chanting empty promises along the lines of ‘I’ll never do it again!’ These pleas fall on unwillingly ears; she listens, relishing in the sobs that come out of your mouth every time she brings her hand down, then ignores you. Just like you did to her.

“Shut it. You want me to listen to you? Yeah? How do you think I feel, sweetheart?” She grabs your hair, turning your head to face her. The look in her eyes doesn’t do much to help the dripping between your thighs, but that doesn’t make it any less intimidating.

“I’m so sorry ‘Vika, I swear, it won’t hap- happen again,” stammering over your words due to your uncontrollable sobbing.

“You sure you’re not just saying that to get on my good side so I can play with your little pussy, babe? ‘Cause she looks pretty desperate,” the smirk evident in her tone.

“I’m sure.”

Out of nowhere she gets on top of you, straddling your thighs. She gets real close to your ear, make you shiver as you feel her lick the shell of it.

“Think you deserve to cum?” She hums in response when she sees you nod your head.

You feel her fingers slowly creep their way to your weeping pussy, but you stay still. You feel her knee nudge your legs open for easier access, but you still remain unmoving. It was only when her fingertip dipped slightly into you that you jolted, earning a chuckle from the woman above you. She gets off for a second and guides you to turn around. Still keeping your hips elevated but now you’re on your back.

She presses her knee to your shoulder, making it near impossible for you to move. And rubs your clit slowly with her hand, causing your eyes to close at the direct contact. You notice the light disappearing from behind your eyelids and open your eyes, only to see Sevika’s face above yours.

“Open wide, whore,” looking down at your lips with an expectant look.

You close your eyes agin and open your mouth, feeling a drop her warm saliva dribble onto your tongue. You swallow it immediately.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” A rhetorical question, of course. You both knew that answer.

Her other hand comes down to lift the hood of your clit up, making you clench around nothing as your clit is exposed to the cold air. Using her other hand to gather some of your arousal on a couple of her think fingers, a rub them roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, back arching, and toes curling. Then, she shows you absolutely no mercy. Moving off of you and finding her place between you thighs, face to face with your drooling slit, licking her lips.

And she devours you, her hands do well to keep you from moving too much but even when you do, her face follows you. Never letting you escape the overwhelming pleasure. Sevika sucks your clit into her mouth, using her tongue to subjugate it to an unrelenting torture. As you feel your orgasm sneaking up, she lifts her head slightly, gaining your attention.

“Don’t cum yet.” What?

“I can’t hold it-“

“You’re going to have to, baby. I wasn’t asking.”

She gets right back to work, adding two of her thick fingers. While she seems to be enjoying herself, you have to fight off your pleasure while being forced to endure her tongue on your pussy. Not an easy task at all. You tell yourself to focus on your breathing, trying to hold it off for as long as possible but it doesn’t seem to be working at all. Little did you know, this is exactly what she wanted; to push to the point where you have to beg her to let you cum. Her favourite form of humiliation.

“Sev- vika, ohhh god, I can’t- I can’t hold it. Ohhhh my god, I can’t hold it— pleeeaaase baby! Fuckkk,” your pleas came out as screams through your teeth.

“Oh, I don’t know, baby. I really don’t think you deserve it, at all.”

The room was filled with the only words you could get out; pleasepleaseplease was all she heard, and she loved it. In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once your hips started moving erratically, you both knew there was no holding it for any longer. She’s not worried though, she wasn’t planning on making you wait any longer anyway.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Go on, make a mess.”

The dam walls break, the noise you let out was ungodly. Your orgasm washing over you in such an intense way that your whole body starts shaking. The shivering didn’t stop Sevika from prolonging it, dragging your orgasm out by slightly slowing down the pace of her fingers. It was such a overwhelming sensation that you don’t even hear her get up, too fucked out from only one orgasm to see what she’s doing. The ringing in your ears stops you from hearing the sound of metal clanging together. She’s already fastened the harness around her hips and is lubing up the strap by the time you turn your head around, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I c- please Sevi, I can’t cum again,” trying to give her the sweetest look you could muster up, looking for some type of sympathy.

“Don’t give me that, you’ve got plenty more in you.”

She gets on her knees on the bed, using one of her hands to lift your hips up and the other one to guide her strap into your drenched pussy. Swiping it up and down to gather all of your cum that has dripped out of you, using it as extra lube. You wince as she pushes in. Inch by inch, she’s filling you up. She’s so slow too, making sure you feel every detail of the fake dick.

Once you adjust to the size of it, she lifts both of your legs so that both of your feet are hanging over one of her shoulders. Your hips are off the bed completely and she wraps both arms around your legs, and she goes crazy. She moves back, only bringing her hips forward whenever gravity makes you impale yourself on her dick. The sound of skin slapping soon fills the room, almost drowning out the beautiful noises you were making.

Your mouth lolled open, drool finding its way out of your mouth and down the side of your cheek.

“That feel good, baby?” She already knew but she loved to hear you say it.

“Mhm,” your bottom lip finding its way in between your teeth.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Y- yessss, oh my fucking g- gooddddd!!!” Voice changing as she angles her hips slightly upwards, pressing into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

She doesn’t stop when you cum for the second time.

“Aww, look baby. You’re creaming all over me, does it feel too good, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t stop when you squirt all over her abdomen.

“Ohhhhhh, you’re makin’ a mess.” Bringing her hand down and rubbing sloppy patterns over your clit, forcing more out of you. Making you scream through your teeth. She chuckles through her teeth and your reaction.

She doesn’t stop after you start begging her for a break.

“I thought I told you I don’t wanna hear any of that, of course you can take more.”

“I- I can’t! Vika pl-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself, we aren’t stopping. Not until you understand— not until you learn the consequences of your actions.”

And oh my god did she stick to her word. She’s still pushing into you even now, even after you’ve stopped making noise and your mouth is just hanging wiiiiide open, even after you’ve cum another handful of times, even after she starts getting tired. She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

She pauses for a second when she hears you mumble something under your breath, grabbing your jaw. She taps your cheek lightly.

“What’d you just say, baby? C’mon, speak.”

“I— I’m sorry,” tears, real tears pour out of your eyes. Not tears from the hours of overstimulation, not tears from the overwhelming pleasure you’re still experiencing, but tears from being genuinely sorry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t li- listen, I won’t- it won’t happen again. I love you.” Your words are quiet, almost a whisper, and slurred. And your sobs and hiccups weren’t helping you to become more coherent, but she still understood what you said. You didn’t even need to say anything and she would still know.

She pauses, her eyes are darting all over your face. And she leans down to kiss your tears away softly, lovingly.

“Okay, baby. It’s alright, I love you too. You’re gonna cum one more time and we’ll be done. Yeah?”

She hums when you give her a nod, but you’re surprised when she pulls out. She’s slow with it, not wanting to hurt you. You focus your eyes to see her kissing down your stomach, until she reaches your sore pussy. You clench around nothing when you see her just looking, staring. Then, she leans in.

Immediately dipping her tongue in, her eyes rolling at the taste of your cum on her tongue. She doesn’t waste a drop, swallowing it all.

“Relax, baby. Deeeep breaths, yeah that’s good.”

She guides you through the build up, helping you to overcome to pain of your sensitive clit being stimulated once again, helping you to calm down, telling you when to breathe in… then out. During this time, you rely on her words and actions to know how to behave. She’s calm, so you’re calm.

As your orgasm builds further, you become a little erratic in your movements. Breathing becoming faster and more unsteady, hips lifting off of the bed and pulling away? or were they grinding on her face? neither of you could tell, and back arching.

“Baby, calm down.” Her authoritative voice was still so smooth like honey, making you shiver. You nod.

“I’m- gonna, gonna cum. Pleasepleaseplease- Vika I’m gonna c-“

“Yeah, I heard you. Calm down and let it alllll out.”

And when that cord inside you finally snaps, she’s there. Following your hips, forcing you to ride it out.

⌞probably veryyyyy early into the next morning⌝

Your back is against her chest, she’s running her hand up and down your torso. The warm bath water engulfing you both, making you sleepy. You could feel her watching you, so you open your eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Playfulness lingering in your tone.

“My beautiful wife,” she says without even thinking.

You smile, closing your eyes again and leaning back against her chest.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore.” She chuckles at your answer, letting the comfortable silence fill the bathroom again.

After a couple of minutes she speaks again.

“Don’t ever make me worry like that again.” Her voice calm, but threatening.

“Yeah, I got that.”

“I mean it, baby.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I won’t do it again.”

“Right,” rewarding you with a soft kiss on your temple.