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[lustchan]

Frat Girl Sevika x Reader ~ “you belong to me” Pt.1

POV : freshman year of college has your social life looking up - but theres one person’s attention you really want…. Sevika’s.

play house of balloons/glass table girls - the weeknd

It was the first month of college and you were already wilding. Through the several college parties you had attended, you had acquired a friend group of girls that shared you passion for the night life and your social life was finally looking up after being on the sidelines in high school. Now it was undeniable, you were hot, so hot there was no scientific explanation for this much of a glow up. Throughout summer, you subjected yourself to endless working out and developed a skincare routine that changed your life. This change worked immensely in your favour as within the first week of college, boys and girls alike were flocking to you and you couldn't get enough. It was nice to be popular, it was all you ever wanted. Well there was one thing you wanted a bit more than that - Sevika.

Sevika was part of frat Alpha which was the most popular frat at your college and she had immediately caught your eye. Despite you both taking the same course you rarely saw her in class and assumed she must be a rich trust fund baby as she didn't take her education seriously. She was the number two after Silco who was the most popular and had a bunch of fangirls that clung to her every time she made a public appearance. You only ever saw her at the frat alpha parties thrown in their shared penthouse and every time you saw her, another girl was on her arm talking enthusiastically while she drank whiskey and looked bored.

"Is this dress too much??" You asked your now best friend Jinx as you showed her the strapless black dress that hugged your curves. You were getting ready for another party of course and you and Jinx were getting ready in her dorm, her music blaring as she applied sparkly eyeshadow to her eyes messily.

"Hell no babe, you look smoking hot !" Jinx said looking at you through her vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the floor length mirror doing a little twirl. Jinx was right, you did look hot, but this dress was two sizes too small and a lot on the short side, one wrong move and your pants were on show.

Meh, what's the worse that could happen-

This. This was the worse that could happen. Currently you were sitting next to Ambessa who was talking too close to your ear in an attempt to be seductive as her hands traveled up and down your already exposed thigh. You felt trapped between her and Silco and to make matters worse it was so hot and sweaty in the room. It didn't help that Sevika was sitting across from you with her usual whiskey and two girls all over her as she focused on the poker game in front of her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her and that made Ambessa angry (sorry Ambessa you know I love you xxx).

"What are you looking at doll, that beast ??" She asked you, holding your chin and looking past you at Sevika who was now chuckling presumably because she won the game. You felt uncomfortable with Ambessa because you knew what she wanted but you weren't ready to give that to her, or anyone for that matter...right? Your eyes slowly drifted back to Sevika without a word and your heart leapt as you noticed her looking at you, taking a long drag from the blunt that was being passed around. You glanced down to her lips that wrapped around the blunt then her long, thick fingers before finally resting them on her eyes that held yours so intensely. Your heart raced in your chest and you grew hot, a warm flush coursing through body. You realised Ambessa was still gripping your chin and quickly removed her hand, getting up to compose yourself in the bathroom. Ambessa gripped your hand as you tried to leave.

"Leaving so soon? I'm not done with you," She licked her lips, her eyes trailing down your body stopping where your dress rode dangerously high. You attempted to break free from her grip on your arm while your other hand tugged your skimpy dress down.

"I just need the toilet, let me go." You struggled to break free before Silco looked over at Ambessa telling her to let you go, his eyes red because of how high he was.

"Let the girl go, Bessy, she's obviously not lying," He waved his hands at her as he spoke, which worked in your favour as Ambessa let go of your hand with a grunt. You rubbed the place she was gripping on you arm as it felt a bit sore and walked away towards the stairs to the toilet upstairs unbeknownst to you that someone was watching you...

You walked past the line to the toilet, stepping over drunk people and desperately in search of a toilet. You walked down the hall, coming to the room at the end and entered the room. It was neat and very modern with a big bed in the middle and wall length windows. But that didn't matter as you stalked your way towards the bathroom connected to the room. After finishing your business, you walked out and towards the windows, sliding the door open and leaning over the balcony. You took in the scenery of the city skyline and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing in my room?" a deep voice shook you from your thoughts as you turned around in shock. There stood Sevika, dressed in a simple black button up shirt that was unbuttoned to show her toned cleavage. Her arms were practically bursting out of the fabric and her biceps flexed with every movement. She took a long drag from the blunt in her hand, keeping her eyes on you as she stalked towards you. She stubbed it out on the ashtray on the coffee table as she walked towards you, her gaze never faltering.

Your breath hitched as she neared and your breathing became erratic as she stopped right in front of you, her breasts in your face which further defined your height difference.

"I asked you a question," She looked past you at the view behind you, shoving her hands in the pockets of her too tight trousers that showed off all the work she put in the gym. You pulled your eyes away from her (head-crushing) thighs and met her gaze. She was now looking down at you, her head cocked to one side as she waited for your answer.

"I, uh, had to use the toilet," You writhed your hands together looking at your feet in your black kitten heels. You had never been this close to Sevika and the smell of her cologne was making you dizzy. Plus her tone was making it seem like she wanted to punish with you for being in her room and a part of you wanted that to happen.

"I see," She paused for a few seconds before clearing her throat. "She bothering you??" She tilts her head slightly down to meet your eyes that were now widened and staring at her. You knew she was talking about Ambessa but you knew what Sevika was capable of and you didn't want to be in the middle of them.

"Oh, no no it's fine, I just needed some space," You fidgeted around Sevika because her eye contact game was unmatched. She stared at you as you avoided her gaze and smirked to herself.

"You aren't this shy usually, you love to stare," She suddenly said which caught you off guard. Your eyes shot up to meet hers and you caught sight of her mechanic hand that hid her smirk. That alone was enough to send your mind into a frenzy and suddenly the room couldn't be hotter.

Sevika watched as your chest rose and fell, a familiar throbbing between her legs as she watched you lose your mind over her words. She then leant down towards your ear, whispering. "I never said I don't like it, Y/n,"

Up till this day, you still don't know what really happened that day but the next thing you remember was your arms around Sevika's neck pulling her down towards your lips.

Sevika was stunned at your bold move but nonetheless this was what she had planned. Her lips on yours, in her room. She almost forgot that this was the whole point. Your lips were still on hers pressed ever so closely and before Sevika could initiate a deeper more passionate kiss, you pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-i just like, you look so good and like i don't know why I-," Sevika cut off your stammering with her lips, leaning down to your level and connecting you by the mouth. You savoured the feeling of her lips on yours, capturing her lips as you moved in unison. Sevika brought her hand up to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards towards her and giving her access to your mouth as she snaked her hot tongue in.

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as both of your tongues intertwined and Sevika's hand roamed lower to fondle your left breast. You both stumbled back into the room, Sevika closing the balcony door with your lips still on each other. Sevika's tongue explored the hot cavern that was your mouth, leaving you breathless as she broke the kiss with a seductive lip bite and started leaving open mouth kisses on your cheek and neck. Pinning you to the bed, she then hooked her fingers at the top of your strapless dress, glancing at your flushed face and dazed expression before pulling it down to free your tits. Unsurprisingly, you didn't wear a bra that day and your nipples were already hard and ready for Sevika's mouth. When her hot mouth encapsulated your left nipple, you felt like you were already cumming. Every touch from Sevika left your body on fire and craving more.

Sevika grunted as your fingers knitted into her thick hair, loosening it from the messy ponytail. You threw your head back on Sevika's silken sheets as her tongue swirled around and she alternated between your breasts, the saliva connecting her lips to your boobs falling coldly on your body making you shiver in pleasure.

"Ngh, Sevika please..." You moaned out when Sevika started kissing down your stomach, pulling your dress lower and lower with each kiss. As Sevika’s mouth neared your lower region, she paused, looking at you for confirmation in which you nodded so hard you could’ve gotten whiplash.

Sevika brought her lips back up to yours in one swift movement, pushing her tongue deep inside your mouth as she removed your dress completely with her hand. Her tongue was hot and feverish as it snaked down your throat. She was growing impatient and looking at you bite your kiss-bitten lips when she settled between your legs was driving her crazy. She didn’t understand why you were so sexy, she’s had her fair share of girls but none of them made her feel so - feral.

Your hands shot up to cover your face as she began kissing you through your panties. She let out a deep moan that vibrated on your clit as she pressed her face into your pussy, deeply inhaling your scent. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now because Sevika licked a languid stripe from your hole to your clit through the thin fabric before fully removing your thong.

Before she could touch you, she looked up at you, noticing your quietness and that you were covering your face. She stopped her actions and waited for you to peek at her through your fingers, panting ad you looked down at her between your legs.

“What?” she asked you, sitting up. You lowered your hands as she came closer to your face, her face close to yours now as her hand came dangerously close to your clit. Your breath hitched as her thumb slowly circled your throbbing clit and you let out an erotic moan.

“Focus on me,”

To be continued…..

[lustchan]

Frat Girl Sevika x Reader ~ “you belong to me” Pt.1

POV : freshman year of college has your social life looking up - but theres one person’s attention you really want…. Sevika’s.

play house of balloons/glass table girls - the weeknd

It was the first month of college and you were already wilding. Through the several college parties you had attended, you had acquired a friend group of girls that shared you passion for the night life and your social life was finally looking up after being on the sidelines in high school. Now it was undeniable, you were hot, so hot there was no scientific explanation for this much of a glow up. Throughout summer, you subjected yourself to endless working out and developed a skincare routine that changed your life. This change worked immensely in your favour as within the first week of college, boys and girls alike were flocking to you and you couldn't get enough. It was nice to be popular, it was all you ever wanted. Well there was one thing you wanted a bit more than that - Sevika.

Sevika was part of frat Alpha which was the most popular frat at your college and she had immediately caught your eye. Despite you both taking the same course you rarely saw her in class and assumed she must be a rich trust fund baby as she didn't take her education seriously. She was the number two after Silco who was the most popular and had a bunch of fangirls that clung to her every time she made a public appearance. You only ever saw her at the frat alpha parties thrown in their shared penthouse and every time you saw her, another girl was on her arm talking enthusiastically while she drank whiskey and looked bored.

"Is this dress too much??" You asked your now best friend Jinx as you showed her the strapless black dress that hugged your curves. You were getting ready for another party of course and you and Jinx were getting ready in her dorm, her music blaring as she applied sparkly eyeshadow to her eyes messily.

"Hell no babe, you look smoking hot !" Jinx said looking at you through her vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the floor length mirror doing a little twirl. Jinx was right, you did look hot, but this dress was two sizes too small and a lot on the short side, one wrong move and your pants were on show.

Meh, what's the worse that could happen-

This. This was the worse that could happen. Currently you were sitting next to Ambessa who was talking too close to your ear in an attempt to be seductive as her hands traveled up and down your already exposed thigh. You felt trapped between her and Silco and to make matters worse it was so hot and sweaty in the room. It didn't help that Sevika was sitting across from you with her usual whiskey and two girls all over her as she focused on the poker game in front of her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her and that made Ambessa angry (sorry Ambessa you know I love you xxx).

"What are you looking at doll, that beast ??" She asked you, holding your chin and looking past you at Sevika who was now chuckling presumably because she won the game. You felt uncomfortable with Ambessa because you knew what she wanted but you weren't ready to give that to her, or anyone for that matter...right? Your eyes slowly drifted back to Sevika without a word and your heart leapt as you noticed her looking at you, taking a long drag from the blunt that was being passed around. You glanced down to her lips that wrapped around the blunt then her long, thick fingers before finally resting them on her eyes that held yours so intensely. Your heart raced in your chest and you grew hot, a warm flush coursing through body. You realised Ambessa was still gripping your chin and quickly removed her hand, getting up to compose yourself in the bathroom. Ambessa gripped your hand as you tried to leave.

"Leaving so soon? I'm not done with you," She licked her lips, her eyes trailing down your body stopping where your dress rode dangerously high. You attempted to break free from her grip on your arm while your other hand tugged your skimpy dress down.

"I just need the toilet, let me go." You struggled to break free before Silco looked over at Ambessa telling her to let you go, his eyes red because of how high he was.

"Let the girl go, Bessy, she's obviously not lying," He waved his hands at her as he spoke, which worked in your favour as Ambessa let go of your hand with a grunt. You rubbed the place she was gripping on you arm as it felt a bit sore and walked away towards the stairs to the toilet upstairs unbeknownst to you that someone was watching you...

You walked past the line to the toilet, stepping over drunk people and desperately in search of a toilet. You walked down the hall, coming to the room at the end and entered the room. It was neat and very modern with a big bed in the middle and wall length windows. But that didn't matter as you stalked your way towards the bathroom connected to the room. After finishing your business, you walked out and towards the windows, sliding the door open and leaning over the balcony. You took in the scenery of the city skyline and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing in my room?" a deep voice shook you from your thoughts as you turned around in shock. There stood Sevika, dressed in a simple black button up shirt that was unbuttoned to show her toned cleavage. Her arms were practically bursting out of the fabric and her biceps flexed with every movement. She took a long drag from the blunt in her hand, keeping her eyes on you as she stalked towards you. She stubbed it out on the ashtray on the coffee table as she walked towards you, her gaze never faltering.

Your breath hitched as she neared and your breathing became erratic as she stopped right in front of you, her breasts in your face which further defined your height difference.

"I asked you a question," She looked past you at the view behind you, shoving her hands in the pockets of her too tight trousers that showed off all the work she put in the gym. You pulled your eyes away from her (head-crushing) thighs and met her gaze. She was now looking down at you, her head cocked to one side as she waited for your answer.

"I, uh, had to use the toilet," You writhed your hands together looking at your feet in your black kitten heels. You had never been this close to Sevika and the smell of her cologne was making you dizzy. Plus her tone was making it seem like she wanted to punish with you for being in her room and a part of you wanted that to happen.

"I see," She paused for a few seconds before clearing her throat. "She bothering you??" She tilts her head slightly down to meet your eyes that were now widened and staring at her. You knew she was talking about Ambessa but you knew what Sevika was capable of and you didn't want to be in the middle of them.

"Oh, no no it's fine, I just needed some space," You fidgeted around Sevika because her eye contact game was unmatched. She stared at you as you avoided her gaze and smirked to herself.

"You aren't this shy usually, you love to stare," She suddenly said which caught you off guard. Your eyes shot up to meet hers and you caught sight of her mechanic hand that hid her smirk. That alone was enough to send your mind into a frenzy and suddenly the room couldn't be hotter.

Sevika watched as your chest rose and fell, a familiar throbbing between her legs as she watched you lose your mind over her words. She then leant down towards your ear, whispering. "I never said I don't like it, Y/n,"

Up till this day, you still don't know what really happened that day but the next thing you remember was your arms around Sevika's neck pulling her down towards your lips.

Sevika was stunned at your bold move but nonetheless this was what she had planned. Her lips on yours, in her room. She almost forgot that this was the whole point. Your lips were still on hers pressed ever so closely and before Sevika could initiate a deeper more passionate kiss, you pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-i just like, you look so good and like i don't know why I-," Sevika cut off your stammering with her lips, leaning down to your level and connecting you by the mouth. You savoured the feeling of her lips on yours, capturing her lips as you moved in unison. Sevika brought her hand up to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards towards her and giving her access to your mouth as she snaked her hot tongue in.

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as both of your tongues intertwined and Sevika's hand roamed lower to fondle your left breast. You both stumbled back into the room, Sevika closing the balcony door with your lips still on each other. Sevika's tongue explored the hot cavern that was your mouth, leaving you breathless as she broke the kiss with a seductive lip bite and started leaving open mouth kisses on your cheek and neck. Pinning you to the bed, she then hooked her fingers at the top of your strapless dress, glancing at your flushed face and dazed expression before pulling it down to free your tits. Unsurprisingly, you didn't wear a bra that day and your nipples were already hard and ready for Sevika's mouth. When her hot mouth encapsulated your left nipple, you felt like you were already cumming. Every touch from Sevika left your body on fire and craving more.

Sevika grunted as your fingers knitted into her thick hair, loosening it from the messy ponytail. You threw your head back on Sevika's silken sheets as her tongue swirled around and she alternated between your breasts, the saliva connecting her lips to your boobs falling coldly on your body making you shiver in pleasure.

"Ngh, Sevika please..." You moaned out when Sevika started kissing down your stomach, pulling your dress lower and lower with each kiss. As Sevika’s mouth neared your lower region, she paused, looking at you for confirmation in which you nodded so hard you could’ve gotten whiplash.

Sevika brought her lips back up to yours in one swift movement, pushing her tongue deep inside your mouth as she removed your dress completely with her hand. Her tongue was hot and feverish as it snaked down your throat. She was growing impatient and looking at you bite your kiss-bitten lips when she settled between your legs was driving her crazy. She didn’t understand why you were so sexy, she’s had her fair share of girls but none of them made her feel so - feral.

Your hands shot up to cover your face as she began kissing you through your panties. She let out a deep moan that vibrated on your clit as she pressed her face into your pussy, deeply inhaling your scent. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now because Sevika licked a languid stripe from your hole to your clit through the thin fabric before fully removing your thong.

Before she could touch you, she looked up at you, noticing your quietness and that you were covering your face. She stopped her actions and waited for you to peek at her through your fingers, panting ad you looked down at her between your legs.

“What?” she asked you, sitting up. You lowered your hands as she came closer to your face, her face close to yours now as her hand came dangerously close to your clit. Your breath hitched as her thumb slowly circled your throbbing clit and you let out an erotic moan.

“Focus on me,”

To be continued…..

[lustchan]

Frat Girl Sevika x Reader ~ “you belong to me” Pt.1

POV : freshman year of college has your social life looking up - but theres one person’s attention you really want…. Sevika’s.

play house of balloons/glass table girls - the weeknd

It was the first month of college and you were already wilding. Through the several college parties you had attended, you had acquired a friend group of girls that shared you passion for the night life and your social life was finally looking up after being on the sidelines in high school. Now it was undeniable, you were hot, so hot there was no scientific explanation for this much of a glow up. Throughout summer, you subjected yourself to endless working out and developed a skincare routine that changed your life. This change worked immensely in your favour as within the first week of college, boys and girls alike were flocking to you and you couldn't get enough. It was nice to be popular, it was all you ever wanted. Well there was one thing you wanted a bit more than that - Sevika.

Sevika was part of frat Alpha which was the most popular frat at your college and she had immediately caught your eye. Despite you both taking the same course you rarely saw her in class and assumed she must be a rich trust fund baby as she didn't take her education seriously. She was the number two after Silco who was the most popular and had a bunch of fangirls that clung to her every time she made a public appearance. You only ever saw her at the frat alpha parties thrown in their shared penthouse and every time you saw her, another girl was on her arm talking enthusiastically while she drank whiskey and looked bored.

"Is this dress too much??" You asked your now best friend Jinx as you showed her the strapless black dress that hugged your curves. You were getting ready for another party of course and you and Jinx were getting ready in her dorm, her music blaring as she applied sparkly eyeshadow to her eyes messily.

"Hell no babe, you look smoking hot !" Jinx said looking at you through her vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the floor length mirror doing a little twirl. Jinx was right, you did look hot, but this dress was two sizes too small and a lot on the short side, one wrong move and your pants were on show.

Meh, what's the worse that could happen-

This. This was the worse that could happen. Currently you were sitting next to Ambessa who was talking too close to your ear in an attempt to be seductive as her hands traveled up and down your already exposed thigh. You felt trapped between her and Silco and to make matters worse it was so hot and sweaty in the room. It didn't help that Sevika was sitting across from you with her usual whiskey and two girls all over her as she focused on the poker game in front of her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her and that made Ambessa angry (sorry Ambessa you know I love you xxx).

"What are you looking at doll, that beast ??" She asked you, holding your chin and looking past you at Sevika who was now chuckling presumably because she won the game. You felt uncomfortable with Ambessa because you knew what she wanted but you weren't ready to give that to her, or anyone for that matter...right? Your eyes slowly drifted back to Sevika without a word and your heart leapt as you noticed her looking at you, taking a long drag from the blunt that was being passed around. You glanced down to her lips that wrapped around the blunt then her long, thick fingers before finally resting them on her eyes that held yours so intensely. Your heart raced in your chest and you grew hot, a warm flush coursing through body. You realised Ambessa was still gripping your chin and quickly removed her hand, getting up to compose yourself in the bathroom. Ambessa gripped your hand as you tried to leave.

"Leaving so soon? I'm not done with you," She licked her lips, her eyes trailing down your body stopping where your dress rode dangerously high. You attempted to break free from her grip on your arm while your other hand tugged your skimpy dress down.

"I just need the toilet, let me go." You struggled to break free before Silco looked over at Ambessa telling her to let you go, his eyes red because of how high he was.

"Let the girl go, Bessy, she's obviously not lying," He waved his hands at her as he spoke, which worked in your favour as Ambessa let go of your hand with a grunt. You rubbed the place she was gripping on you arm as it felt a bit sore and walked away towards the stairs to the toilet upstairs unbeknownst to you that someone was watching you...

You walked past the line to the toilet, stepping over drunk people and desperately in search of a toilet. You walked down the hall, coming to the room at the end and entered the room. It was neat and very modern with a big bed in the middle and wall length windows. But that didn't matter as you stalked your way towards the bathroom connected to the room. After finishing your business, you walked out and towards the windows, sliding the door open and leaning over the balcony. You took in the scenery of the city skyline and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing in my room?" a deep voice shook you from your thoughts as you turned around in shock. There stood Sevika, dressed in a simple black button up shirt that was unbuttoned to show her toned cleavage. Her arms were practically bursting out of the fabric and her biceps flexed with every movement. She took a long drag from the blunt in her hand, keeping her eyes on you as she stalked towards you. She stubbed it out on the ashtray on the coffee table as she walked towards you, her gaze never faltering.

Your breath hitched as she neared and your breathing became erratic as she stopped right in front of you, her breasts in your face which further defined your height difference.

"I asked you a question," She looked past you at the view behind you, shoving her hands in the pockets of her too tight trousers that showed off all the work she put in the gym. You pulled your eyes away from her (head-crushing) thighs and met her gaze. She was now looking down at you, her head cocked to one side as she waited for your answer.

"I, uh, had to use the toilet," You writhed your hands together looking at your feet in your black kitten heels. You had never been this close to Sevika and the smell of her cologne was making you dizzy. Plus her tone was making it seem like she wanted to punish with you for being in her room and a part of you wanted that to happen.

"I see," She paused for a few seconds before clearing her throat. "She bothering you??" She tilts her head slightly down to meet your eyes that were now widened and staring at her. You knew she was talking about Ambessa but you knew what Sevika was capable of and you didn't want to be in the middle of them.

"Oh, no no it's fine, I just needed some space," You fidgeted around Sevika because her eye contact game was unmatched. She stared at you as you avoided her gaze and smirked to herself.

"You aren't this shy usually, you love to stare," She suddenly said which caught you off guard. Your eyes shot up to meet hers and you caught sight of her mechanic hand that hid her smirk. That alone was enough to send your mind into a frenzy and suddenly the room couldn't be hotter.

Sevika watched as your chest rose and fell, a familiar throbbing between her legs as she watched you lose your mind over her words. She then leant down towards your ear, whispering. "I never said I don't like it, Y/n,"

Up till this day, you still don't know what really happened that day but the next thing you remember was your arms around Sevika's neck pulling her down towards your lips.

Sevika was stunned at your bold move but nonetheless this was what she had planned. Her lips on yours, in her room. She almost forgot that this was the whole point. Your lips were still on hers pressed ever so closely and before Sevika could initiate a deeper more passionate kiss, you pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-i just like, you look so good and like i don't know why I-," Sevika cut off your stammering with her lips, leaning down to your level and connecting you by the mouth. You savoured the feeling of her lips on yours, capturing her lips as you moved in unison. Sevika brought her hand up to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards towards her and giving her access to your mouth as she snaked her hot tongue in.

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as both of your tongues intertwined and Sevika's hand roamed lower to fondle your left breast. You both stumbled back into the room, Sevika closing the balcony door with your lips still on each other. Sevika's tongue explored the hot cavern that was your mouth, leaving you breathless as she broke the kiss with a seductive lip bite and started leaving open mouth kisses on your cheek and neck. Pinning you to the bed, she then hooked her fingers at the top of your strapless dress, glancing at your flushed face and dazed expression before pulling it down to free your tits. Unsurprisingly, you didn't wear a bra that day and your nipples were already hard and ready for Sevika's mouth. When her hot mouth encapsulated your left nipple, you felt like you were already cumming. Every touch from Sevika left your body on fire and craving more.

Sevika grunted as your fingers knitted into her thick hair, loosening it from the messy ponytail. You threw your head back on Sevika's silken sheets as her tongue swirled around and she alternated between your breasts, the saliva connecting her lips to your boobs falling coldly on your body making you shiver in pleasure.

"Ngh, Sevika please..." You moaned out when Sevika started kissing down your stomach, pulling your dress lower and lower with each kiss. As Sevika’s mouth neared your lower region, she paused, looking at you for confirmation in which you nodded so hard you could’ve gotten whiplash.

Sevika brought her lips back up to yours in one swift movement, pushing her tongue deep inside your mouth as she removed your dress completely with her hand. Her tongue was hot and feverish as it snaked down your throat. She was growing impatient and looking at you bite your kiss-bitten lips when she settled between your legs was driving her crazy. She didn’t understand why you were so sexy, she’s had her fair share of girls but none of them made her feel so - feral.

Your hands shot up to cover your face as she began kissing you through your panties. She let out a deep moan that vibrated on your clit as she pressed her face into your pussy, deeply inhaling your scent. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now because Sevika licked a languid stripe from your hole to your clit through the thin fabric before fully removing your thong.

Before she could touch you, she looked up at you, noticing your quietness and that you were covering your face. She stopped her actions and waited for you to peek at her through your fingers, panting ad you looked down at her between your legs.

“What?” she asked you, sitting up. You lowered your hands as she came closer to your face, her face close to yours now as her hand came dangerously close to your clit. Your breath hitched as her thumb slowly circled your throbbing clit and you let out an erotic moan.

“Focus on me,”

To be continued…..

[lustchan]

Frat Girl Sevika x Reader ~ “you belong to me” Pt.1

POV : freshman year of college has your social life looking up - but theres one person’s attention you really want…. Sevika’s.

play house of balloons/glass table girls - the weeknd

It was the first month of college and you were already wilding. Through the several college parties you had attended, you had acquired a friend group of girls that shared you passion for the night life and your social life was finally looking up after being on the sidelines in high school. Now it was undeniable, you were hot, so hot there was no scientific explanation for this much of a glow up. Throughout summer, you subjected yourself to endless working out and developed a skincare routine that changed your life. This change worked immensely in your favour as within the first week of college, boys and girls alike were flocking to you and you couldn't get enough. It was nice to be popular, it was all you ever wanted. Well there was one thing you wanted a bit more than that - Sevika.

Sevika was part of frat Alpha which was the most popular frat at your college and she had immediately caught your eye. Despite you both taking the same course you rarely saw her in class and assumed she must be a rich trust fund baby as she didn't take her education seriously. She was the number two after Silco who was the most popular and had a bunch of fangirls that clung to her every time she made a public appearance. You only ever saw her at the frat alpha parties thrown in their shared penthouse and every time you saw her, another girl was on her arm talking enthusiastically while she drank whiskey and looked bored.

"Is this dress too much??" You asked your now best friend Jinx as you showed her the strapless black dress that hugged your curves. You were getting ready for another party of course and you and Jinx were getting ready in her dorm, her music blaring as she applied sparkly eyeshadow to her eyes messily.

"Hell no babe, you look smoking hot !" Jinx said looking at you through her vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the floor length mirror doing a little twirl. Jinx was right, you did look hot, but this dress was two sizes too small and a lot on the short side, one wrong move and your pants were on show.

Meh, what's the worse that could happen-

This. This was the worse that could happen. Currently you were sitting next to Ambessa who was talking too close to your ear in an attempt to be seductive as her hands traveled up and down your already exposed thigh. You felt trapped between her and Silco and to make matters worse it was so hot and sweaty in the room. It didn't help that Sevika was sitting across from you with her usual whiskey and two girls all over her as she focused on the poker game in front of her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her and that made Ambessa angry (sorry Ambessa you know I love you xxx).

"What are you looking at doll, that beast ??" She asked you, holding your chin and looking past you at Sevika who was now chuckling presumably because she won the game. You felt uncomfortable with Ambessa because you knew what she wanted but you weren't ready to give that to her, or anyone for that matter...right? Your eyes slowly drifted back to Sevika without a word and your heart leapt as you noticed her looking at you, taking a long drag from the blunt that was being passed around. You glanced down to her lips that wrapped around the blunt then her long, thick fingers before finally resting them on her eyes that held yours so intensely. Your heart raced in your chest and you grew hot, a warm flush coursing through body. You realised Ambessa was still gripping your chin and quickly removed her hand, getting up to compose yourself in the bathroom. Ambessa gripped your hand as you tried to leave.

"Leaving so soon? I'm not done with you," She licked her lips, her eyes trailing down your body stopping where your dress rode dangerously high. You attempted to break free from her grip on your arm while your other hand tugged your skimpy dress down.

"I just need the toilet, let me go." You struggled to break free before Silco looked over at Ambessa telling her to let you go, his eyes red because of how high he was.

"Let the girl go, Bessy, she's obviously not lying," He waved his hands at her as he spoke, which worked in your favour as Ambessa let go of your hand with a grunt. You rubbed the place she was gripping on you arm as it felt a bit sore and walked away towards the stairs to the toilet upstairs unbeknownst to you that someone was watching you...

You walked past the line to the toilet, stepping over drunk people and desperately in search of a toilet. You walked down the hall, coming to the room at the end and entered the room. It was neat and very modern with a big bed in the middle and wall length windows. But that didn't matter as you stalked your way towards the bathroom connected to the room. After finishing your business, you walked out and towards the windows, sliding the door open and leaning over the balcony. You took in the scenery of the city skyline and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing in my room?" a deep voice shook you from your thoughts as you turned around in shock. There stood Sevika, dressed in a simple black button up shirt that was unbuttoned to show her toned cleavage. Her arms were practically bursting out of the fabric and her biceps flexed with every movement. She took a long drag from the blunt in her hand, keeping her eyes on you as she stalked towards you. She stubbed it out on the ashtray on the coffee table as she walked towards you, her gaze never faltering.

Your breath hitched as she neared and your breathing became erratic as she stopped right in front of you, her breasts in your face which further defined your height difference.

"I asked you a question," She looked past you at the view behind you, shoving her hands in the pockets of her too tight trousers that showed off all the work she put in the gym. You pulled your eyes away from her (head-crushing) thighs and met her gaze. She was now looking down at you, her head cocked to one side as she waited for your answer.

"I, uh, had to use the toilet," You writhed your hands together looking at your feet in your black kitten heels. You had never been this close to Sevika and the smell of her cologne was making you dizzy. Plus her tone was making it seem like she wanted to punish with you for being in her room and a part of you wanted that to happen.

"I see," She paused for a few seconds before clearing her throat. "She bothering you??" She tilts her head slightly down to meet your eyes that were now widened and staring at her. You knew she was talking about Ambessa but you knew what Sevika was capable of and you didn't want to be in the middle of them.

"Oh, no no it's fine, I just needed some space," You fidgeted around Sevika because her eye contact game was unmatched. She stared at you as you avoided her gaze and smirked to herself.

"You aren't this shy usually, you love to stare," She suddenly said which caught you off guard. Your eyes shot up to meet hers and you caught sight of her mechanic hand that hid her smirk. That alone was enough to send your mind into a frenzy and suddenly the room couldn't be hotter.

Sevika watched as your chest rose and fell, a familiar throbbing between her legs as she watched you lose your mind over her words. She then leant down towards your ear, whispering. "I never said I don't like it, Y/n,"

Up till this day, you still don't know what really happened that day but the next thing you remember was your arms around Sevika's neck pulling her down towards your lips.

Sevika was stunned at your bold move but nonetheless this was what she had planned. Her lips on yours, in her room. She almost forgot that this was the whole point. Your lips were still on hers pressed ever so closely and before Sevika could initiate a deeper more passionate kiss, you pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-i just like, you look so good and like i don't know why I-," Sevika cut off your stammering with her lips, leaning down to your level and connecting you by the mouth. You savoured the feeling of her lips on yours, capturing her lips as you moved in unison. Sevika brought her hand up to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards towards her and giving her access to your mouth as she snaked her hot tongue in.

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as both of your tongues intertwined and Sevika's hand roamed lower to fondle your left breast. You both stumbled back into the room, Sevika closing the balcony door with your lips still on each other. Sevika's tongue explored the hot cavern that was your mouth, leaving you breathless as she broke the kiss with a seductive lip bite and started leaving open mouth kisses on your cheek and neck. Pinning you to the bed, she then hooked her fingers at the top of your strapless dress, glancing at your flushed face and dazed expression before pulling it down to free your tits. Unsurprisingly, you didn't wear a bra that day and your nipples were already hard and ready for Sevika's mouth. When her hot mouth encapsulated your left nipple, you felt like you were already cumming. Every touch from Sevika left your body on fire and craving more.

Sevika grunted as your fingers knitted into her thick hair, loosening it from the messy ponytail. You threw your head back on Sevika's silken sheets as her tongue swirled around and she alternated between your breasts, the saliva connecting her lips to your boobs falling coldly on your body making you shiver in pleasure.

"Ngh, Sevika please..." You moaned out when Sevika started kissing down your stomach, pulling your dress lower and lower with each kiss. As Sevika’s mouth neared your lower region, she paused, looking at you for confirmation in which you nodded so hard you could’ve gotten whiplash.

Sevika brought her lips back up to yours in one swift movement, pushing her tongue deep inside your mouth as she removed your dress completely with her hand. Her tongue was hot and feverish as it snaked down your throat. She was growing impatient and looking at you bite your kiss-bitten lips when she settled between your legs was driving her crazy. She didn’t understand why you were so sexy, she’s had her fair share of girls but none of them made her feel so - feral.

Your hands shot up to cover your face as she began kissing you through your panties. She let out a deep moan that vibrated on your clit as she pressed her face into your pussy, deeply inhaling your scent. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now because Sevika licked a languid stripe from your hole to your clit through the thin fabric before fully removing your thong.

Before she could touch you, she looked up at you, noticing your quietness and that you were covering your face. She stopped her actions and waited for you to peek at her through your fingers, panting ad you looked down at her between your legs.

“What?” she asked you, sitting up. You lowered your hands as she came closer to your face, her face close to yours now as her hand came dangerously close to your clit. Your breath hitched as her thumb slowly circled your throbbing clit and you let out an erotic moan.

“Focus on me,”

To be continued…..

[lustchan]

Frat Girl Sevika x Reader ~ “you belong to me” Pt.1

POV : freshman year of college has your social life looking up - but theres one person’s attention you really want…. Sevika’s.

play house of balloons/glass table girls - the weeknd

It was the first month of college and you were already wilding. Through the several college parties you had attended, you had acquired a friend group of girls that shared you passion for the night life and your social life was finally looking up after being on the sidelines in high school. Now it was undeniable, you were hot, so hot there was no scientific explanation for this much of a glow up. Throughout summer, you subjected yourself to endless working out and developed a skincare routine that changed your life. This change worked immensely in your favour as within the first week of college, boys and girls alike were flocking to you and you couldn't get enough. It was nice to be popular, it was all you ever wanted. Well there was one thing you wanted a bit more than that - Sevika.

Sevika was part of frat Alpha which was the most popular frat at your college and she had immediately caught your eye. Despite you both taking the same course you rarely saw her in class and assumed she must be a rich trust fund baby as she didn't take her education seriously. She was the number two after Silco who was the most popular and had a bunch of fangirls that clung to her every time she made a public appearance. You only ever saw her at the frat alpha parties thrown in their shared penthouse and every time you saw her, another girl was on her arm talking enthusiastically while she drank whiskey and looked bored.

"Is this dress too much??" You asked your now best friend Jinx as you showed her the strapless black dress that hugged your curves. You were getting ready for another party of course and you and Jinx were getting ready in her dorm, her music blaring as she applied sparkly eyeshadow to her eyes messily.

"Hell no babe, you look smoking hot !" Jinx said looking at you through her vanity mirror. You looked at yourself in the floor length mirror doing a little twirl. Jinx was right, you did look hot, but this dress was two sizes too small and a lot on the short side, one wrong move and your pants were on show.

Meh, what's the worse that could happen-

This. This was the worse that could happen. Currently you were sitting next to Ambessa who was talking too close to your ear in an attempt to be seductive as her hands traveled up and down your already exposed thigh. You felt trapped between her and Silco and to make matters worse it was so hot and sweaty in the room. It didn't help that Sevika was sitting across from you with her usual whiskey and two girls all over her as she focused on the poker game in front of her. You couldn't keep your eyes off her and that made Ambessa angry (sorry Ambessa you know I love you xxx).

"What are you looking at doll, that beast ??" She asked you, holding your chin and looking past you at Sevika who was now chuckling presumably because she won the game. You felt uncomfortable with Ambessa because you knew what she wanted but you weren't ready to give that to her, or anyone for that matter...right? Your eyes slowly drifted back to Sevika without a word and your heart leapt as you noticed her looking at you, taking a long drag from the blunt that was being passed around. You glanced down to her lips that wrapped around the blunt then her long, thick fingers before finally resting them on her eyes that held yours so intensely. Your heart raced in your chest and you grew hot, a warm flush coursing through body. You realised Ambessa was still gripping your chin and quickly removed her hand, getting up to compose yourself in the bathroom. Ambessa gripped your hand as you tried to leave.

"Leaving so soon? I'm not done with you," She licked her lips, her eyes trailing down your body stopping where your dress rode dangerously high. You attempted to break free from her grip on your arm while your other hand tugged your skimpy dress down.

"I just need the toilet, let me go." You struggled to break free before Silco looked over at Ambessa telling her to let you go, his eyes red because of how high he was.

"Let the girl go, Bessy, she's obviously not lying," He waved his hands at her as he spoke, which worked in your favour as Ambessa let go of your hand with a grunt. You rubbed the place she was gripping on you arm as it felt a bit sore and walked away towards the stairs to the toilet upstairs unbeknownst to you that someone was watching you...

You walked past the line to the toilet, stepping over drunk people and desperately in search of a toilet. You walked down the hall, coming to the room at the end and entered the room. It was neat and very modern with a big bed in the middle and wall length windows. But that didn't matter as you stalked your way towards the bathroom connected to the room. After finishing your business, you walked out and towards the windows, sliding the door open and leaning over the balcony. You took in the scenery of the city skyline and took a deep breath.

"What are you doing in my room?" a deep voice shook you from your thoughts as you turned around in shock. There stood Sevika, dressed in a simple black button up shirt that was unbuttoned to show her toned cleavage. Her arms were practically bursting out of the fabric and her biceps flexed with every movement. She took a long drag from the blunt in her hand, keeping her eyes on you as she stalked towards you. She stubbed it out on the ashtray on the coffee table as she walked towards you, her gaze never faltering.

Your breath hitched as she neared and your breathing became erratic as she stopped right in front of you, her breasts in your face which further defined your height difference.

"I asked you a question," She looked past you at the view behind you, shoving her hands in the pockets of her too tight trousers that showed off all the work she put in the gym. You pulled your eyes away from her (head-crushing) thighs and met her gaze. She was now looking down at you, her head cocked to one side as she waited for your answer.

"I, uh, had to use the toilet," You writhed your hands together looking at your feet in your black kitten heels. You had never been this close to Sevika and the smell of her cologne was making you dizzy. Plus her tone was making it seem like she wanted to punish with you for being in her room and a part of you wanted that to happen.

"I see," She paused for a few seconds before clearing her throat. "She bothering you??" She tilts her head slightly down to meet your eyes that were now widened and staring at her. You knew she was talking about Ambessa but you knew what Sevika was capable of and you didn't want to be in the middle of them.

"Oh, no no it's fine, I just needed some space," You fidgeted around Sevika because her eye contact game was unmatched. She stared at you as you avoided her gaze and smirked to herself.

"You aren't this shy usually, you love to stare," She suddenly said which caught you off guard. Your eyes shot up to meet hers and you caught sight of her mechanic hand that hid her smirk. That alone was enough to send your mind into a frenzy and suddenly the room couldn't be hotter.

Sevika watched as your chest rose and fell, a familiar throbbing between her legs as she watched you lose your mind over her words. She then leant down towards your ear, whispering. "I never said I don't like it, Y/n,"

Up till this day, you still don't know what really happened that day but the next thing you remember was your arms around Sevika's neck pulling her down towards your lips.

Sevika was stunned at your bold move but nonetheless this was what she had planned. Her lips on yours, in her room. She almost forgot that this was the whole point. Your lips were still on hers pressed ever so closely and before Sevika could initiate a deeper more passionate kiss, you pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-i just like, you look so good and like i don't know why I-," Sevika cut off your stammering with her lips, leaning down to your level and connecting you by the mouth. You savoured the feeling of her lips on yours, capturing her lips as you moved in unison. Sevika brought her hand up to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head upwards towards her and giving her access to your mouth as she snaked her hot tongue in.

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as both of your tongues intertwined and Sevika's hand roamed lower to fondle your left breast. You both stumbled back into the room, Sevika closing the balcony door with your lips still on each other. Sevika's tongue explored the hot cavern that was your mouth, leaving you breathless as she broke the kiss with a seductive lip bite and started leaving open mouth kisses on your cheek and neck. Pinning you to the bed, she then hooked her fingers at the top of your strapless dress, glancing at your flushed face and dazed expression before pulling it down to free your tits. Unsurprisingly, you didn't wear a bra that day and your nipples were already hard and ready for Sevika's mouth. When her hot mouth encapsulated your left nipple, you felt like you were already cumming. Every touch from Sevika left your body on fire and craving more.

Sevika grunted as your fingers knitted into her thick hair, loosening it from the messy ponytail. You threw your head back on Sevika's silken sheets as her tongue swirled around and she alternated between your breasts, the saliva connecting her lips to your boobs falling coldly on your body making you shiver in pleasure.

"Ngh, Sevika please..." You moaned out when Sevika started kissing down your stomach, pulling your dress lower and lower with each kiss. As Sevika’s mouth neared your lower region, she paused, looking at you for confirmation in which you nodded so hard you could’ve gotten whiplash.

Sevika brought her lips back up to yours in one swift movement, pushing her tongue deep inside your mouth as she removed your dress completely with her hand. Her tongue was hot and feverish as it snaked down your throat. She was growing impatient and looking at you bite your kiss-bitten lips when she settled between your legs was driving her crazy. She didn’t understand why you were so sexy, she’s had her fair share of girls but none of them made her feel so - feral.

Your hands shot up to cover your face as she began kissing you through your panties. She let out a deep moan that vibrated on your clit as she pressed her face into your pussy, deeply inhaling your scent. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now because Sevika licked a languid stripe from your hole to your clit through the thin fabric before fully removing your thong.

Before she could touch you, she looked up at you, noticing your quietness and that you were covering your face. She stopped her actions and waited for you to peek at her through your fingers, panting ad you looked down at her between your legs.

“What?” she asked you, sitting up. You lowered your hands as she came closer to your face, her face close to yours now as her hand came dangerously close to your clit. Your breath hitched as her thumb slowly circled your throbbing clit and you let out an erotic moan.

“Focus on me,”

To be continued…..

[lustchan]

[lustchan]

This woman just WOWS ME, gives off sevika vibes COMPLETELY super beautiful

GAH DAMN respect❤️‍🩹

Im loving it❤️❤️🥲

@/kavithaageorge

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[lustchan]

wet n wild

teasing them while you take a shower/bath <3

minors and ageless blogs dni!!

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna

warnings: NSFW 🫨

[lustchan]

Secretary

warnings: smut, spanking with a belt, aggressive language, strap licking, boss and secretary relationship, strap sex art of Sevika is by Ochakka_b on twitter

After months of searching for a job, your friend from college had finally been able to pull some strings and land you a secretary position in her workplace.

It had started out so well. Your friend helped you settle in, you started to make friends with your coworkers and it seemed as if your boss had already taken a liking to you. 

But as time went on at your new job, the relationship between you and your boss started to change.

The squeezes on your shoulder after you successfully did what she asked began to linger longer than one would consider professional. Every time she'd call you to her office to give you another task, she'd gently grip your chin and force you to make eye contact as she spoke. 

And while she got noticeably more touchy, she also got more mean. She would find random small things to criticize you for, find ways to humiliate you in front of your coworkers, and then would call you into her office to have a “talk” once you finally stood up for yourself.

Of course, these “talks” included no talking. She only used it as an excuse to punish you the way she truly wanted to. 

But you didn't want to leave. You needed this job and with every cruel act, you became more desperate for her approval. Aching to feel her warm hand cupping your cheek again when she praises you for a job well done.

That doesn't mean you couldn't try to get back at her though.

Since she loves to insult your “prudish” fashion choices, you decided you'd wear something a bit more revealing today to get her attention.

You wore a tight black skirt that hugged your figure and threatened to show your panties at the slightest bend. Coily hair pulled into a high puff and black stockings.

You sensed her presence before you heard her dress shoes clacking up behind you. A sudden hand gripping the back of your thigh just below your ass almost caused you to spill the coffee you were making for her. 

“Meet me in my office when you're done. I need to speak to you”

Her lips grazed your ear as she whispered. Your breath hitched and you leaned into her.

You replied with a “Yes ma'am” and she stalked away to her office.

You dropped off the coffees you made for the team and gulped down a few swigs of your own in an attempt to prepare for another ‘scolding’ from your boss.

You opened the door to Sevika's office and she glanced at you from her seat behind her desk

She gestures for you to come to her and you hesitantly walk over and stand in front of her spread legs.

She gives you a sharp glare and whips your body around. Your ass faces her and you know she can see the glimpse of underwear peeking from underneath your skirt. 

You hear a scoff from behind you “What made you think this was appropriate?”

“I don't understand. I thought you wanted me to dress like this?”

Her grip on your hips becomes tighter and you wince a bit.

She pauses for a while like she's considering whether she wants to hurt you or fuck you.

“Bend over” She orders. You hesitate and look back at her. 

“Why? You're gonna punish me for nothing? I'm not breaking the dress code.” 

She stands and presses her body flush against your back. Her mechanical arm grips your cheeks and your face is pulled to face hers. 

“Keep playing with me and see what happens.” 

You try to stand your ground even as her grip starts to hurt your jaw.

“I ain't scared of you." you whisper

Her brows raise and her eye twitches. You can see her visibly trying to hold back her scowl as her grip tightens.

“Fine” is all she says before she releases your face and bends you over her desk.

You gasp as she roughly lifts your skirt out the way to reveal a pair of lacy black panties underneath. You attempt to block her hands and pull your skirt back down, only to have them gripped and held behind your back.

“Uh uh. Don't try to back out now. This is what you wanted.”

She switches your wrists to her mechanical hand so she can rub circles into your clothed pussy.

“Prancing around with this skimpy ass skirt on. You thought I wouldn't notice you coming to work dressed like a hooker?” 

Her flesh hand leaves your pussy and you hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. 

Your breath quickens in fear and anticipation. You can handle a couple spanks but this is a punishment she'd never done before. You start to squirm, trying to free your hands from her grasp but she doesn't budge.

She huffs out a husky laugh “Acting like you don't want it. Where'd all that attitude go, huh?”

“Wait Sevika, please!”

She lands a slap on your pussy and your eyes start to water.

“What do you call me?" She says.

You sniffle in reluctance and stay silent. 

She slaps your pussy again, this time harsher and directly on your clit.

“Say my name, bitch”

you cry out “Ms. Sevika!”

You can hear her smirk when she praises you

 “Good girl” she says as she finally takes off her belt completely and snaps it against your ass without warning. 

You let out a squeal and she whips you harder the second time.

“Shut up” she says firmly “You want them to hear you?”

“No, ma'am” You whimper and bite your lip to muffle your screams.

She gives hit after hit until you're sobbing and begging for her forgiveness and eventually - she accepts it.

She pulls you upright by your puff and squeezes your cheeks together with her flesh hand. Your head is shaken gently as she coos at your tear soaked face.

“aww poor baby. You've never been punished like that before, have you?”

“uh uh” is all you can mewl through your smushed lips.

She mocks your pout and wipes the tears from your face.

“Please” you whisper

“Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me”

A smirk spreads across her ebony lips while she slowly moves your hand down to her pants.

You feel a bulge beneath her clothes and make eye contact with her. 

Was she planning for this?

“Take it out for me” she orders

You slowly turn around to pull her pants down and pull her strap out.

She tells you to get on your knees and you do so without hesitation.

Her flesh hand strokes her strap like she can feel it and you try not to salivate. She taps the thick purple plastic on your lips. “Get it wet”

You lick her strap all over until there’s saliva dripping to the floor. Her hums and slight moans make you dizzy and you attempt to fit it in your throat until a sharp hand tugs your head back.

“That’s enough” she says before she pulls you to your feet by your puff. You don’t even have enough time to wipe the spit from your mouth before she bends you over the desk again and shoves her fingers inside you. 

It only takes a couple minutes for her to finish prepping you. The ‘punishment’ had your pussy leaking enough for the prep to not even be necessary.

She lines her strap up to your hole and you feel her push into you. 

By the time her thrusts start picking up speed, your mind is already deep in the clouds. All you can think of is the push and pull of Sevika’s strap and her degrading encouragements

“Yeah, take this dick, slut” 

“This is all your little mind can think of, huh? Poor baby just wants to be fucked”

It doesn't matter what she says, everything is answered with whines and a mewled “uh huh” 

Her thrusts get harder the louder you moan. She slaps your ass as you start to fuck yourself back on her dick, coaxing you into going faster.

Your pussy clenches the closer you get to your climax and Sevika swears she can feel it.

“Cum on this dick, baby.”

Her permission makes your pussy gush and you shudder through your climax.

She continues fucking into you while your body goes limp. You put your hand on her rocking hips, attempting to stop her movement. 

“M-miss, please. No more-”

She shushes you almost instantly, putting a hand around your mouth, making your back arch in the process.

The squelching of her strap pounding your pussy and the friction on her clit tips her over the edge. She grunts out a moan and slows to a subtle grind until she eventually stills.

Heavy pants and the smell of sex fills the room. She slowly pulls out of you and gently pulls you up to her chest.

She kisses your cheek down to your shoulder and pulls your lacy panties back up. She grabs a long cardigan from the back of her chair and wraps it around you.

Your mind is completely emptied as her husky voice whispers in your ear to go back to your desk.

You sit through the rest of the work day in cum soaked panties until she comes up behind your chair and grips the back of your neck. As you ride in her car, on the way to her apartment - you plot your next act of defiance, hoping she’ll put you in your place again.

[lustchan]

big dick ♡ choso

cw: smut mdni, virgin!choso, virgin!reader

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You thought it’d be slow. Gentle. Awkward.

You didn’t think he’d be this deep inside you, rocking your entire soul, before the first minute even passed.

“Fuck—‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to go that hard,” he pants, voice shaky as his hips roll against yours, “you just feel s’good. So warm, so tight and.. shit.”

You can’t respond. You can barely breathe.

He’s huge. Thick, heavy, deep—stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible. You feel full to the point of pain, except it’s so good, your eyes roll back when he thrusts again.

Your nails dig into his arms.

“C-Choso,” you whimper, voice cracking. “You—y-you’re too big, I can’t…”

“You can,” he groans, kissing your temple, rutting into you slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second. “You’re takin’ me so well. So fuckin’ perfect around me, baby. You were made for this.”

The praise makes your toes curl.

He was nervous at first. Blushing, stammering, touching you like you were breakable. But the second he sank into you—felt you squeeze around his cock like you never wanted to let him go, something snapped.

Now, he’s holding your thighs open, watching his cock disappear into you with every thrust, mouth hanging open like he’s the one being ruined.

“I didn’t know it’d feel this good,” he admits, voice all breath and hunger. “Didn’t know I’d wanna fuck you this bad. I can’t stop… I don’t wanna stop.”

Your thighs are trembling. Tears bead at the corners of your eyes. You’ve never felt pleasure like this—blinding, body-shaking, filthy.

“You’re crying,” he whispers, eyes wide, voice laced with guilt. “Am I hurting you?”

You shake your head violently. “No—no, I just—feels too good. Don’t stop.”

That’s all it takes.

He leans over you, thrusting harder now, deeper, dragging sounds from your throat you didn’t know you could make. You’re gasping, moaning, begging—reduced to nothing but the way he feels inside you.

His fingers find your clit.

“Wanna make you come on my cock,” he groans, rubbing tight circles while he pounds into you. “Wanna feel you squeeze me—come for me, baby, please.”

You do. You scream.

Your body arches off the bed, clenching hard around him, and Choso loses it. His rhythm breaks, hips stuttering, cock pulsing inside you as he comes with a loud, raw moan—buried to the hilt, pumping you full.

You’re both panting, bodies trembling.

And then… silence.

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move. Just lowers himself onto his elbows and kisses you—soft, tender, still inside.

“You okay?” he whispers.

You smile, dazed. “I think you broke me.”

He laughs—blush creeping across his cheeks again.

“Guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “but now no one else will be able to make me cum like that.”

He grins, cock still twitching inside you.

“Good. that was the plan all along.” he says making you laugh

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/N: no one fucking fucks with choso like i do

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“suguru,” you slur, poking his chest, “i’ve got a confession.” FRATBOY!SUGURU raises a brow, sipping his drink, calm as ever, cheap beer sloshing in your cup as you lean against the kitchen counter at the party. “i’ve had the fattest crush on you forever. like, real bad. think about you all the time—like naked, mostly. fucking you and stuff.” you giggle, half-joking but not really, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

he freezes, glass halfway to his lips. “that so?” you wave a hand, cackling. “april fool’s! gotcha, huh? i mean, maybe it’s half-true, but—whatever!” you stumble, expecting him to laugh it off, but he doesn’t. instead, he steps closer, towering over you, “half-true’s enough.”

next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink in the upstairs bathroom, jeans yanked down to your ankles, panties shoved aside. suguru’s fat cock slams into you, stretching your dripping cunt wide, thrusting deep and rough as he says, “think i haven’t wanted you forever? every damn day, driving me fuckin’ crazy?” you moan, loud and broken, as he grips your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to watch in the mirror—his dark eyes locked on yours, his thick length splitting you open with every brutal snap of his hips. “look at you, so fuckin’ pretty."

“fuck—suguru—” you whimper, legs trembling as he pounds you mercilessly, like he’s been starving for this forever—and he has. “said you think about me,” he pants, biting your neck, “so fuckin’ take it.” and you’re a mess, drunk on his cock now, walls clenching tight as he fucks you raw, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room. “april fool’s on you, pretty.” and oh well, you don’t mind at all.

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CAITLYN KIRAMMAN.

older gf!cait's punishment for you. she makes you work for it. milf!cait lets you ride her nipple. getting you worked up. her fingers reach all the right places. overstimulation & praise & cunt slapping. make her cum and she'll think about touching you later. she traps you. taking her strap. getting her upset, so now she has to fuck you over her desk. she's got you tied up ft. teasing & cunt slaps. her nighttime book got boring.

VI.

letting her pretty gf grind on her and let her grope her tits. mutual masturbation but you guys can't help touching each other. tit sucking & thigh grinding & fingering. she's a moaner. using her fingers. she's not done yet. fingering you while she uses a vibe on herself. you treat her good ft. fingering & cunt slapping. she loves missionary. tempo.

SEVIKA.

she takes it slow with you. she doesn't need to get up for air. big mama. reverse cowgirl. messy makeout. letting her rest after a hard day. strap so good she makes you cream on her. keeping you down. tribbing with sevi. she can be sweet. making you squirt on her strap.

JINX.

she loves to sit on your face. playing with your tits. making you dumb on her strap. shes's obsessed with you. she was being a brat, so you put her in her place. grinding and vibe. she's giddy. putting a plug in her and denying her. the only time she'll ever shut up.

MEL MEDARDA.

strapping her for the first time. sharing a double ended dildo. tribbing. she fucks you and looks good while doing so. prettiest pussy ever. she's been busy with the council lately, but she makes it up to you. making a mess. reminding you who makes you feel this good.

ABBY ANDERSON.

you guys are at it all night. she loves to eat. she loves you so much. you missed each other. riding your face ft. choking & tit play. grinding and feeling up on each other. bouncing back on it. tribbing with abs. she finally has her room to herself. you're not running from it. ass groping. she couldn't wait to get her hands on you.

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mornings with her. pt2. taking what you want. what she sends you when she's desperate. she loves making you guys kiss. she's a squirter. distracting streamer!ellie. she's a finger banger ft. tit sucking. going on a picnic. maintaining eye contact. tasting yourself on her fingers. she loves having a pretty girl on top of her. you promise gamer!ellie that if she wins you'll let her cum. intimate moments.

CHLOE PRICE.

she's high and all she wants to do is munch . . . on you. hope you guys don't get caught in the woods. fingering you while she's driving. you're supposed to stay quiet. you and her have an agreement. the movie got boring. you don't have any money, so you'll have to repay dealer!chloe some other way. the house is empty.

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★ — Only a vampire can love you forever | CH 8

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CW : Dark!sevika, age gap, private school, toxic, forbidden love, mentions of blood, hopeless lesbians, TEACHER X STUDENT, porn with plot, oral sex, reader is a virgin, innocent reader, theres like a 500 year age gap, courruption, masturbation, cheating, odd love triangle?, READER IS STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF A BUNCH OF ATRACTIVE VAMPIRES

A/N : yay!

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The Kirraman estate was silent.

The kind of cold, calculated silence built into old money walls—where even the floorboards never dared creak too loud.

Caitlyn lay in bed, arms splayed over pristine sheets that she hadn’t bothered to tuck herself under. Her hair fanned messily across her pillow, dark shadows blooming under her eyes.

She hadn't been able to sleep.

Not since the meeting. Not since seeing you with Sevika. Not since realizing that maybe she wasn’t enough to keep you safe—or keep you hers.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, but her thoughts?

You.

The way your lip trembled when you fought not to cry. The way you looked at her when you were scared, when you trusted her. That tiny noise you made when she kissed the scar on your neck for the first time.

She let out a shaky breath and dragged her hand down her stomach.

She shouldn't.

But she already was.

Fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, slow, searching—like touching you through memory. Her breath hitched as her knuckles brushed heat, her thighs tensing instinctively.

She bit her bottom lip.

You. Sitting on her lap in the Kirraman library, thighs on either side of her waist. You, arching into her mouth that first night she fed from you—your blood still on her tongue hours later.

Her other hand found her chest, sliding under her tank top, thumb grazing a nipple as her fingers moved lower, slower.

"Fuck..." she breathed, a whisper to the dark, the ache between her legs now too sharp to ignore.

Her hips lifted slightly into her own hand as she imagined yours, imagined you on top of her, soft whimpers in her ear. She could almost hear you begging—

"Please, Caitlyn—"

Her breath caught. She arched, thighs quivering as pressure built fast, sharp, electric.

She wasn't graceful about it.

The orgasm tore through her like a thread snapping, her body shuddering as she gasped your name—barely a whisper, barely controlled.

And then—

Silence again.

Only her harsh breathing filled the room as her hand stilled, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

She stared up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling.

And then the guilt crept in. Slow. Heavy.

Not because of what she did.

But because she knew—

You felt it.

Somewhere, somehow— you felt her come undone.

And that meant you knew exactly who she wanted in the dark.

—

The dream felt real.

Warm hands trailing down your sides, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming across your bare stomach. Lips at your throat, soft but insistent, teeth grazing the scar just enough to make you gasp. You didn’t need to see her face—you knew it was Caitlyn.

She was between your legs, murmuring praise against your skin, her voice breathy and sweet and just a little possessive.

“You’re mine, sweetheart…”

You writhed beneath her, your back arching as her mouth moved lower. Her tongue flicked just right, her hands holding your thighs apart like she never wanted to let go.

The heat built fast.

Too fast.

Your fingers knotted in her hair as you trembled, on the edge of something overwhelming, your breath catching—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You jolted awake, your body seizing up in shock as the blare of an alarm clock filled the room.

Your chest was heaving. The room was too bright. Your sheets were twisted around your legs and—

You sat up sharply, blinking in confusion.

You didn’t remember setting an alarm.

And then you felt it.

The wetness between your thighs. A deep, aching pulse still thrumming through your core. Your underwear was soaked, clinging uncomfortably to your skin.

You swallowed hard, cheeks burning as the dream lingered in your mind in vivid flashes—her voice, her mouth, your name on her lips as you came undone beneath her.

Your fingers clenched the sheets.

It wasn’t just a dream.

You felt her. Through the bond.

Caitlyn had wanted you.

And now… your body knew it.

You dressed quietly, well before the rest of the campus stirred.

The sun hadn’t even touched the horizon. The world was still wrapped in that soft, eerie half-darkness where nothing quite felt real. You tugged on your navy-blue academy uniform, buttoning the crisp blouse and smoothing down the front of your short pleated skirt—the same one you kept meaning to get tailored. It still rode up higher than it should’ve. But at this point, it almost didn’t matter.

You needed to move. To breathe. To think.

You slipped out of your dorm, pulling the blazer tight around your body as the cool morning air hit your skin. The quiet was comforting. Isolating. It made you feel invisible.

Until—

“Hey.”

The voice came from the side of the walkway, deep and low, almost too calm.

You turned—

Jayce.

He was standing half in shadow, leaning against the edge of the girls’ dorm building. But something was off.

His eyes glowed red. Not gold. Not pink.

Red.

Blood-hungry red.

You took a step back, every instinct screaming that something was wrong.

“Jayce?” you asked, voice shaky.

He didn’t answer.

He moved.

Faster than you expected. One second he was ten feet away, the next— your back hit brick. Hard.

You gasped as his arm slammed across your collarbone, pinning you there. The world tilted. Your breath caught in your throat.

“God—” he rasped, voice rough, feral. “You smell like them.”

You tried to move, but your body locked up. Not from a power. Just… fear. Bonded, frozen fear.

“Caitlyn. Sevika. Violet. Every damn one of them got a piece of you, didn’t they?”

His face was too close. His breath was warm against your skin. You could see the sweat glistening on his brow, the shake in his jaw as he fought for control and lost.

His head dipped toward your throat.

You tried to scream. Your lips parted— Nothing came out.

His fangs grazed your neck. Not a full bite. Just a pierce. A drop of blood welled instantly, warm and terrifying.

And then—

Snap. ZZZZZT—

Jayce cried out, violently recoiling, his body lurching backward like something hit him.

You gasped and stumbled to your knees, your hand flying to your pocket.

The bracelet.

It had activated—glowing faintly, heat pulsing against your palm as it cooled again. The blood-red symbols along the silver band slowly dimmed.

Jayce writhed on the pavement, groaning, hands clutching his head like something inside him had been shocked.

You stared, panting, stunned.

He looked up at you—eyes now flickering between red and something more human. Confused. Dazed.

“What… what did I…”

But you didn’t wait for him to finish.

You ran.

You didn’t stop running.

Not when your knees hit the gravel path, scraping raw. Not when your lungs burned from the cold morning air. Not when your vision blurred with tears and the sickening sting of blood still tickled your neck.

You just ran— blind and breathless.

Until your shoulder collided with the stone siding of one of the east campus buildings. You stumbled, catching yourself against the wall, gasping for breath, knees throbbing and bleeding through your socks.

Then— a giggle.

High, soft, and familiar.

You turned too fast, heart in your throat.

Jinx.

Standing a few feet away. Her blue braids swaying. Her school blazer half-off her shoulder like she hadn’t even bothered to wear it properly. Her violet eyes glowed in the early morning shadows, casting an eerie purple ring around her pupils.

She stepped forward.

You backed up.

Your spine hit the wall.

She grinned.

“Aww, Y/N,” she said, her tone syrupy sweet, head tilting. “You didn’t tell the cops about me.”

You didn’t answer—just shook your head slowly, trembling as your hands instinctively went to your stomach, your hoodie pocket, the bracelet still faintly warm inside.

“That was really nice of you,” she continued, stepping closer until she was nearly chest to chest with you. “Most people wouldn’t have done that. Most people would’ve screamed. But you’re not like most people, are you?”

Her hand came up, gentle at first—brushing a tear from your cheek like a friend might.

But her other hand braced against the wall beside your head, boxing you in.

“You’re… special.” Her voice dipped lower, playful but hungry. Her gaze dropped to your bleeding knees. “And messy, too.”

You flinched, a sob catching in your throat as she leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Bet you’d taste better if you cried just a little harder—”

“That’s enough.”

The voice didn’t shout.

It didn’t need to.

Cold. Sharp. Commanding.

Caitlyn.

Jinx froze.

Her head turned slowly toward the source, the smile never quite leaving her face—but her whole posture stiffened.

Caitlyn stood a few feet away, backlit by the early glow of the sun just starting to rise over the roofline. Her eyes gleamed icy blue, but the pupils were sharp slits—glowing faintly, dangerously.

“I said back off,” Caitlyn repeated.

Jinx smiled wider, but you could feel it falter. The air shifted—heavy with something old. Power wrapped in centuries of discipline and absolute threat.

Jinx stepped back, raising both hands in mock surrender.

“Jeez,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I was just talking.”

“Get. Out of here.” Caitlyn’s voice was like glass cracking.

Jinx winked at you before skipping off, humming to herself like nothing had happened.

And then you collapsed to your knees again—shaking, crying, finally letting the full weight of it hit you.

Caitlyn was there in an instant, dropping beside you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” she whispered, pulling you tight against her chest. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

But neither of you believed that last part.

Not really.

Not anymore.

Lunch hour buzzed with the low hum of conversation, trays clattering, and the occasional burst of laughter. You walked slowly, your tray in hand, heading toward the table where Caitlyn sat surrounded by a few of the more composed, less dangerous vampire students—ones who still smiled when they spoke and remembered how to blink like humans.

You saw her before she saw you. Caitlyn looked relaxed, laughing at something said under her breath, but her eyes kept flicking toward the entrance. Looking for you.

You picked up your pace.

And then—

“Y/N~”

Your name rang out like a bell—loud, sing-song, dangerous.

You turned before you even meant to.

Jinx.

Leaning back at her usual table near the center of the cafeteria, her violet eyes practically glowing beneath the dim lights. Her group sat with her, the entire table filled:

Jayce, his eyes red-rimmed but dull now, quietly stirring his drink. Viktor, unreadable, fingers tapping an invisible rhythm on the table. Violet, arms stretched along the backrest, her eyes lazily locked on you—dark, observant, almost bored. Ekko, scrolling through his phone, mind somewhere else

You froze.

Jinx smiled wider and tapped the seat beside her. “Come sit with us.”

You gripped your tray tighter.

“I—” You tried to keep your voice light, polite. “I promised someone else I’d—”

“Y/N.”

Violet’s voice cut the air like a blade.

Calm. Low. Commanding.

Your body moved before your brain did.

Your foot lifted. And then the other.

You couldn’t stop it.

Couldn’t even blink before you were sitting at the table, tray untouched, heart racing.

Caitlyn turned sharply from across the cafeteria—eyes locked on you, sharp and confused. Her expression darkened when she saw where you were, who was around you. Her hand curled slowly around her fork.

Across the room, Sevika stood at the entrance, shoulders squared, arms crossed, watching the table like a storm cloud. She didn’t move. Not yet. But her jaw ticked.

Caitlyn looked to her. Sevika met her eyes.

No words exchanged.

But the message was clear.

We need to talk. Now.

And then— SLAM.

Caitlyn stood, her chair scraping loudly against the floor as she pushed it back harder than necessary.

The room fell briefly silent as heads turned.

Your pulse jumped.

And beside you, Jinx leaned in close, her breath warm against your neck.

“Little Miss Kiramman is mad,” she whispered sweetly. “She doesn’t like sharing.”

You stared at your tray, eyes wide.

You didn’t know how much longer you could keep doing this.

Or how much more of yourself you could lose before someone noticed the pieces weren’t coming back.

The classroom was dark, the only light bleeding in from the high windows above. Dust drifted lazily through the air, and the faint hum of distant chatter from the cafeteria barely reached through the walls.

Caitlyn stood near the front of the room, arms folded, pacing in front of the chalkboard. Her usually composed demeanor was cracking at the edges.

Sevika leaned against the teacher’s desk, one boot up on the chair behind her, her expression unreadable but storming just beneath the surface.

“She was cornered,” Caitlyn said, voice low but hard. “Again. This morning. I didn’t want to say anything in front of her, but I walked in just in time. Jinx had her pinned.”

Sevika’s jaw clenched. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I had to get her out of there first!”

“Out of where, Caitlyn? Her own fucking school?” Sevika stood, fists clenched. “This is the second time this week. That group is circling her like she’s prey, and we’re just—what? Sitting around, hoping it gets better?”

“We’re not sitting,” Caitlyn shot back. “We’re trying to keep her alive.”

“I could keep her alive,” Sevika growled. “I could kill every one of them before they even blinked.”

“You think that wouldn’t make it worse?” Caitlyn asked, stepping forward. “We’d lose everything. The council. The cover. The safety we do have. And we’d still lose her.”

Silence.

Tense.

Until Caitlyn said, quietly: “We’re running out of options.”

Sevika turned away, pacing now. “There’s one option. But it’s not one they’d ever approve.”

Caitlyn’s breath caught.

She didn’t have to ask what Sevika meant.

Her mind jumped there first.

Turning you.

She blinked—and in the span of a heartbeat, a vision hit her:

You. Standing in the dark. Hair windswept. Eyes glowing red beneath the moonlight. Fangs bared. Breathing hard, flushed with blood. Unapologetically beautiful. Hers.

Her knees almost buckled at the image.

She exhaled sharply and leaned back against the desk.

“But…” Sevika said softly, shaking her head as if sensing where Caitlyn’s mind had gone. “The council would never allow it. Not with her bonds split. She’s already unstable.”

Caitlyn stayed quiet.

Her thoughts were still full of your fangs.

Then, after a pause, she muttered, “What if we sent her back to her dad?”

Sevika’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Just for a week,” Caitlyn said quickly. “A break. A reset. Let things cool off here.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Sevika—”

“She told me she’d rather die than go back there.”

“She needs space. Maybe we all do.”

Sevika shook her head, stepping forward. “She won’t see it that way.”

Caitlyn sighed and leaned harder against the desk. “I know.”

And for the first time, neither of them had an answer they could live with.

Only risks.

And one very dangerous girl hanging in the balance.

You sat stiffly between them, your tray untouched.

Jinx was talking. Of course she was—animated, grinning like the two of you were best friends who shared secrets and pinky promises. She kept nudging your side, leaning in, laughing at things only she found funny.

“I’m just saying,” she chirped, balancing her juice on her fork like it was a circus trick, “if I did kill Bella, it’s kinda rude that nobody appreciated the irony. I mean—milk? Really? I was going for symbolism.”

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t even look up.

Because all five of them were staring at you now.

And you could feel it.

Their eyes on you like predators circling something small. Something cornered.

Then— Viktor cleared his throat.

You glanced toward him just in time to see something silver and red flick between his fingers.

The bracelet.

Your blood ran cold.

Your hand twitched toward your blazer pocket—empty.

You hadn’t even realized it was gone.

“I believe this is yours,” he said flatly, holding it up just enough for the others to see.

Jayce leaned forward, expression hardening. “You gave her that?”

Viktor shook his head once, his voice cool and detached. “No. I must’ve misplaced it. She must’ve… taken it.”

The accusation hit like a slap.

Your heart plummeted.

“What?” you breathed. “No—no, I didn’t—I swear, I thought—”

But it was too late.

Ekko was already smirking, leaning his chin on his fist. “So much for sweet little Y/N.”

“I didn’t steal it,” you said, eyes wide, panic rising. “I would never—”

“You lied to us,” Jinx pouted dramatically, placing a hand over her chest like she was wounded. “That hurts, bunny.”

Your throat tightened. Tears pricked your eyes. You curled in on yourself slightly, shoulders folding, giving them that same small, sad expression they all seemed to feed on.

The look that said: I know you could hurt me.

And you didn’t even realize Sevika had entered the room.

Until her voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Y/N.”

Every head turned.

She stood at the end of the table, hands in her pockets, looking down at you like she had just spotted someone who didn’t belong in a crime scene.

“Missed your make-up test. Now.”

You blinked.

She gave you nothing else. Just a firm nod toward the door.

You stood immediately.

Didn’t look back. Didn’t thank her. Didn’t breathe until you were three steps behind her, following her like your life depended on it.

Because in that moment?

It probably did.

The door clicked shut behind you with a quiet finality.

You hadn’t realized how fast you were breathing until you were in the stillness of Sevika’s office, the world outside locked out by thick walls and a solid door. The old desk, stacks of books, and the scent of motor oil and leather grounded you more than you expected.

You stood in the middle of the room, stiff, your fingers still twitching like they were trying to shake off the memory of being watched. Accused. Cornered.

Sevika didn’t say anything at first. She walked behind her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a soft cloth and a half-filled water bottle.

She returned, standing in front of you without a word, and gently took your wrist.

You let her.

She lowered you into the chair at the desk, crouching in front of you like she was tending to something fragile, and began wiping your scraped knees, silently.

You winced, but didn’t stop her.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, quiet and humiliated, but she didn’t draw attention to them.

Only when the silence had stretched enough that it felt safe to speak did she murmur, “Where did you get that bracelet.”

You sniffled, voice small. “They said I stole it…”

Sevika looked up at you, something unreadable flashing through her eyes. “You didn’t.”

You shook your head. “He left it. Viktor left it. And then pretended like I—like I…” Your voice cracked, and you looked away. “I just wanted to help that plant.”

Sevika gently brushed a damp curl off your forehead.

“You don’t owe anyone in that group anything,” she said quietly. “They’re not your friends. They don’t want kindness. They want control.”

Your lip trembled. “Why me?”

“I don’t know yet,” she admitted. “But I’m gonna find out.”

Her hand, warm and rough, squeezed yours.

“You’re not weak,” she added. “I know it feels like you’re breaking apart, but you’re still here. That means something.”

You nodded slowly, breath still shaky. “I hate feeling like this.”

“I know,” she said. “But I’m not gonna let them touch you again.”

You looked into her eyes then, really looked—and for once, there was no hunger, no fire, no tension behind the bond. Just fierce, anchored loyalty.

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against her shoulder.

And Sevika stayed there with you, holding the pieces together while you tried to remember how to breathe.

The soft knock came just seconds before the door creaked open again.

Caitlyn stepped into the room, papers clutched tightly in one hand. Her face was pale, her movements stiff, like her body was moving faster than her mind could catch up.

She looked at Sevika, then at you.

“Did you tell her?” Caitlyn asked quietly.

Sevika’s jaw flexed. She shook her head.

Your eyes narrowed. “Tell me what?”

Caitlyn didn’t speak right away.

She closed the door behind her and slowly crossed the room, placing the stack of papers on Sevika’s desk with a soft thud.

“I just finished speaking with the council,” she said carefully. “They’ve made a decision. My parents called your father.”

Your breath caught.

“What?” you whispered.

“They think it’s best…” she hesitated, forcing the words out like they hurt, “for you to take a short leave. A week. Just to… regroup. Away from campus.”

You were already shaking your head. “No. You’re not serious.”

“It’s not permanent,” Sevika jumped in, rising from her seat. “It’s just until this blows over.”

“He doesn’t want me back,” you said, voice rising. “They made him call because they knew I wouldn’t listen otherwise.”

Caitlyn stepped closer. “Y/N, it’s just for a few days—”

“Stop saying that!” you snapped, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You promised I wasn’t going back there. You promised!”

“It’s not what we want,” Sevika said, quieter now. “But it’s what the council will allow.”

You let out a bitter laugh, stepping away from them both.

“I don’t care what the council wants. They didn’t have to live in that house. They didn’t have to pack a bag and pretend it didn’t feel like being abandoned.”

“Y/N—”

“No!” You backed toward the door, breathing shallow, voice cracking. “Don’t follow me. Just—don’t.”

And with that, you turned and fled the room.

The echo of the door slamming shut was all that remained.

The world was a blur of motion and tears.

You didn’t know how long you’d been running—just that the lump in your throat had grown too big to swallow, and the hallway walls blurred into streaks of grey and blue. You pushed through the doors to the courtyard, sunlight too bright, your breath hitching and shoulders shaking.

Then—

Your foot caught.

Nothing was there—maybe a raised root or a crack in the cobblestone—but you went down hard, knees scraping against the pavement as you hit the ground with a grunt.

You gasped, pain flaring sharp and hot, and when you looked down—

Blood.

Your knee was torn open again, the skin raw, pink, and wet with red. You groaned softly and sat back on the ground, shifting so you were half-leaning on your palms. Your chest rose and fell with broken breaths, the silence of the courtyard unnerving. It was too quiet for lunchtime.

Then the silence broke.

A rustle.

A whisper of movement.

And Vi stepped out from the shadows beneath the overgrown archway of the courtyard path.

She moved slowly—predator-silent, eyes glowing like twin embers in the shade, fixed on the blood dripping from your knee. Her gaze dragged up your body, reading every inch of you like a map she already knew by heart.

You didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

You just stared, chest heaving, frozen with that same helpless, fragile stillness.

Vi crouched in front of you, her arms resting on her thighs, head tilted just slightly.

“I know you didn’t steal the bracelet,” she said quietly, voice smooth. “That was Viktor. His tells are terrible.”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.

Vi reached forward—slow and deliberate—and her hand cupped just under your knee.

Then her head dipped.

You flinched.

But she didn’t stop.

Her tongue ran slow and flat across the blood at your wound, dragging along the scrape like she was tasting honey.

You whimpered.

She pulled back just slightly, lips red and shining, her breath warm against your skin.

“You let them get in your head,” she murmured, her voice low and hungry. “Caitlyn. Sevika. Like they’re the only ones who can protect you.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, pupils blown wide.

“I could do better,” she whispered.

Then she leaned in.

Too close.

You could see the faint shimmer of her fangs, just behind her lips.

And you broke.

The sob tore out of your throat before you even realized it—sharp, wet, and aching. Your shoulders curled inward as your body shook, hands fisting in the grass beside you.

Vi stilled.

Her fangs remained bared for a beat too long, hovering at the edge of a choice.

Then—

She pulled back.

Watching you.

Staring down at your trembling form, your wet cheeks, your silent plea to just be left alone.

And—for once—

She obeyed.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there—shaking, sobbing, curled into yourself in the middle of the empty courtyard.

Your eyes squeezed shut as tightly as your fists, willing it all away—Vi’s voice, her tongue on your skin, the gleam of her fangs, the way she whispered like she knew your every weakness.

You kept them closed until your breath finally started to slow, until the world went quiet again. Too quiet.

And then—

You opened your eyes.

She was gone.

No footsteps. No lingering scent. No trace.

Just the faint breeze rustling through the ivy. The sun creeping higher. The smear of blood still glistening on your knee.

You looked around, heart thudding—left, right, even behind you.

Nothing.

Your breath hitched again, your throat dry.

Was she even really there?

You swallowed hard, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your blazer as your body trembled in confusion and aftershock. You pushed yourself up slowly, swaying as you stood, one hand pressed to your thigh for balance.

The pain in your knee was real. The blood was real. But everything else?

You weren’t sure.

And that was worse.

Because if Vi hadn’t been there… That meant you were losing your mind.

And if she had?

You weren’t sure what scared you more— Her presence… Or the fact that she walked away.

The dorm was silent when you returned—too silent.

The chaos of the day still echoed in your ears: Jinx’s whisper, Viktor’s betrayal, Caitlyn’s voice saying your dad, Vi’s tongue on your skin like she owned you.

But here?

It was just… quiet.

You stood in the middle of the room for a moment, frozen in the doorway, before moving on autopilot.

You pulled out your suitcase, the navy one with the broken zipper that always snagged on the corner. Threw it onto the bed. Started packing like a ghost.

Blouses. Socks. Uniform skirts. Your backup hoodie.

Your fingers moved faster the less you thought about it.

You reached for your books and notebooks next—stacking them without care, until your hand landed on one worn, soft-covered journal wedged between your Lit notes and an old charger.

You froze.

Halfway through sliding it into the corner of your suitcase, something in you hesitated.

And then—

You sat down on the edge of the bed, flipping it open.

Pages fluttered past your fingertips—entries about classes, crushes, song lyrics, doodles in the margins. Until finally… you landed on one dated about two months ago.

Before you knew.

October 2nd. Caitlyn walked me back from the library tonight. She told me my skirt was too short again but smiled when she said it. I think she likes me. Or maybe I just want her to. I feel stupid even writing this down, but she makes me feel safe in a way I don’t understand. I wish I could just say it. But I won’t.

You stared at the ink, faded slightly from where your palm had smudged the edge of the page.

Your throat tightened.

You weren’t that girl anymore.

Not since the bite. Not since the lies. Not since the way everyone had started circling you like a meal and not a person.

But some part of her was still here.

Still hoping Caitlyn liked her back. Still believing safe was something real.

You closed the journal slowly, fingers tracing the edge of the cover.

Then—softly—you placed it in the suitcase.

Right on top.

Like a piece of yourself you didn’t want to leave behind.

The dorm was silent when you returned—too silent.

The chaos of the day still echoed in your ears: Jinx’s whisper, Viktor’s betrayal, Caitlyn’s voice saying your dad, Vi’s tongue on your skin like she owned you.

But here?

It was just… quiet.

You stood in the middle of the room for a moment, frozen in the doorway, before moving on autopilot.

You pulled out your suitcase, the navy one with the broken zipper that always snagged on the corner. Threw it onto the bed. Started packing like a ghost.

Blouses. Socks. Uniform skirts. Your backup hoodie.

Your fingers moved faster the less you thought about it.

You reached for your books and notebooks next—stacking them without care, until your hand landed on one worn, soft-covered journal wedged between your Lit notes and an old charger.

You froze.

Halfway through sliding it into the corner of your suitcase, something in you hesitated.

And then—

You sat down on the edge of the bed, flipping it open.

Pages fluttered past your fingertips—entries about classes, crushes, song lyrics, doodles in the margins. Until finally… you landed on one dated about two months ago.

Before you knew.

October 2nd. Caitlyn walked me back from the library tonight. She told me my skirt was too short again but smiled when she said it. I think she likes me. Or maybe I just want her to. I feel stupid even writing this down, but she makes me feel safe in a way I don’t understand. I wish I could just say it. But I won’t.

You stared at the ink, faded slightly from where your palm had smudged the edge of the page.

Your throat tightened.

You weren’t that girl anymore.

Not since the bite. Not since the lies. Not since the way everyone had started circling you like a meal and not a person.

But some part of her was still here.

Still hoping Caitlyn liked her back. Still believing safe was something real.

You closed the journal slowly, fingers tracing the edge of the cover.

Then—softly—you placed it in the suitcase.

Right on top.

Like a piece of yourself you didn’t want to leave behind.

Caitlyn's lips never left yours for long. Every time she pulled back for air, her eyes locked on yours like she didn’t want to miss a second—like she wasn’t sure when she'd get to touch you again.

Your hands found the buttons of her uniform shirt, trembling slightly as you fumbled them open. She didn’t rush you. Just kissed down your jawline, her breath warm and steady, her voice barely a whisper.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” she murmured against your throat. “Not with me.”

You nodded, but your body already knew that. The bond buzzed softly under your skin, laced with heat and something deeper—something safe.

Caitlyn’s hands slid beneath your thighs, gently guiding you backward on the bed until your head hit the pillow. Her touch was careful, like you were something she wanted to unwrap, not take.

You let her.

Your knees bent instinctively as she kissed down your chest, your stomach, the curve of your hip—every press of her lips reverent, steady. She didn’t speak again. Just looked up at you once, her hands trailing beneath your skirt, fingertips gliding along your thighs.

You exhaled a shaky breath, lifting your hips slightly to help her slide your underwear down.

Her gaze never left your face.

Not even when she kissed the inside of your knee. Not even when she spread you open, slow and certain, like she’d imagined this more times than she’d ever admit.

And when her mouth finally met you— You gasped.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t greedy.

It was worship.

She kissed you like she wanted to memorize the shape of every sound you made, her tongue moving with a rhythm that made your spine arch and your hand fly to her hair.

Your thighs trembled around her shoulders.

You moaned her name—once, then again—and she hummed against you, savoring it. Encouraging it.

You felt like you were coming apart molecule by molecule. Nothing existed but her mouth, her fingers gripping your thighs, her breath against your skin.

And when you finally shattered beneath her— It wasn’t just pleasure. It was relief. Like your body finally found a place it was allowed to fall apart safely.

She stayed with you through it, holding you close as your chest heaved, kissing your inner thigh as if to say I’ve got you.

And she did.

The dream felt heavy.

Not in fear—at least, not yet—but in weight. Like the air itself was thicker. Like you were wading through something that knew your name.

You stood ankle-deep in cold, stagnant water, the hem of your long white dress soaked and clinging to your thighs. The fabric outlined every curve of your body as you slowly stepped forward, the water sloshing gently around your legs. The space was dim, damp—a massive basement or factory flooded halfway to ruin.

Pipes groaned in the distance. Water dripped in rhythmic plinks.

Your hair was wet, curling around your cheeks, heavy against your shoulders. You didn’t remember how you got there.

But you knew you had to move.

A figure stood at the far end of the corridor, just barely visible through the fog curling above the water. They turned, walking through a rusted door with no urgency—like they wanted you to follow.

“Wait—” you called out. Your voice echoed strangely, like it bounced off metal and bone.

You hurried forward, your breath growing unsteady.

You reached the door.

It groaned as you pushed it open.

Beyond it— A staircase.

Short, narrow, carved from wet stone and surrounded by dozens of candles. Their flames barely flickered, casting golden light on the slick walls. It smelled like wax and old secrets.

You climbed.

At the top, the hallway opened into a cramped space, every corner brimming with more candles—hundreds now, flickering silently. And in the middle, sitting atop a stone platform— An altar.

Empty.

But warm.

Like something had just been there.

You stepped forward.

Then— screaming.

Far down the hall behind you.

Loud. Piercing. Familiar.

You turned fast, your breath catching in your throat—just in time to see a shadow dart through the hallway you came from.

The candles blew out all at once.

And then—

BEEP.

Click.

The harsh sound of overhead lights.

You gasped and jolted upright.

The plane had landed.

The lights were on, the cabin buzzing with movement as people pulled bags from overhead bins and gathered coats.

The seatbelt sign blinked off.

The screaming was gone.

Just the rustle of passengers disembarking.

You sat there frozen for a second, blinking hard, your dress still vivid in your mind—soaked, clinging, and cold.

And the altar.

Empty.

Waiting.

The airport was buzzing with movement—people hugging, laughing, dragging luggage behind them in chaotic lines of reunion. But you felt like you were underwater.

The echo of the dream clung to you, a cold weight behind your ribs. You could still feel the wet fabric of that white dress, the way the candles dimmed all at once, the scream—

“Y/N!”

You flinched at the sound of your name.

Turning toward it, you spotted him.

Your dad.

Still tall. Still clean-shaven. Still dressed like a man who made a habit of pretending everything was perfectly fine. His smile was big. Too big.

Like he hadn’t been the one who put you on a plane with no goodbye.

He walked up fast, arms open, and pulled you into a hug before you could even process it.

His arms were warm.

They used to mean safety.

Now they just felt like a memory someone rewrote without asking you.

“God, you look great,” he said, pulling back to look you over. “A little pale, but school’s stressful, right?”

You gave him a small, forced smile.

“Yeah. Just a lot of late nights.”

He took your bag from your hand before you could even tighten your grip. “How’s the academy? They treating you alright? That uniform still blue? You still top of your class?”

You nodded, walking beside him as he led you toward the parking garage.

You played along.

Because it was easier than saying, You sent me away because she asked you to.

Easier than reminding him that he hadn’t called once since you left.

Easier than asking if he knew you cried the entire flight here the first time.

The car beeped as he unlocked it. “Got your favorite snacks at the house. Figured we could do a movie night if you’re up for it. Maybe even invite the girls over.”

The girls.

His new wife. Her daughters. Your replacement family.

You climbed into the passenger seat quietly, fingers fiddling with the sleeve of your jacket.

“Yeah,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “Sounds great.”

And he smiled again—like it was all okay.

Like you were okay.

But your eyes stayed fixed out the window as he drove.

And deep inside your hoodie pocket… the bracelet pulsed once.

Just enough to remind you— Nothing was behind you.

Not really.

The house looked exactly the same.

Not in a comforting way.

In the stagnant way—where time passed and people pretended nothing ever changed, even when everything had.

The front door opened before your dad even reached for it.

“There she is!”

Karen.

Your stepmom stood in the doorway with a too-wide smile, arms already open for a hug she expected, not offered. Her bleached hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and her sweater was an aggressively cheerful shade of yellow.

Behind her, standing just inside the foyer, were her two daughters—Harper and Chloe—twelve or thirteen now, maybe? You couldn’t really tell. They didn’t even look up from their phones, thumbs moving rapidly, earbuds half in.

You stepped inside slowly, your shoes silent against the polished floor.

Karen pulled you into a hug before you could even unclip your jacket.

You stiffened.

Awkwardly wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

And then said, quietly, “Hi, Karen.”

She froze for just a second.

Then let out a laugh. “You still calling me that? You can just say ‘mom,’ sweetie—” she winked as she stepped back, “—I don’t bite. Usually.”

You gave a forced smile, your stomach twisting as your dad chuckled behind you.

Harper and Chloe didn’t look up. Chloe muttered something about Wi-Fi as she wandered off toward the stairs.

Karen clapped her hands once. “Alright! Well, I set up the guest room—clean sheets, even lit one of those eucalyptus candles you used to like. And if you’re hungry, I think I have that frozen lasagna somewhere. Unless you're on a special diet now?”

“No, I’m good,” you mumbled, clutching your bag a little tighter.

She didn’t hear you.

She was already moving toward the kitchen.

And as you stood in the middle of the house—still wearing your jacket, still holding your bag— you felt more like furniture than family.

You climbed the stairs slowly, your fingers trailing along the bannister that used to have little nicks in it from when you were younger—scratches from backpacks, fingernails, a toy lightsaber you broke in half during a tantrum.

They’d buffed it smooth.

The hallway looked brighter, cleaner. Newer.

And when you turned toward your old room— you stopped short.

The door was open.

Inside was a gym.

Rubber flooring. Mounted mirror. A foldable treadmill and a full set of matching weights. Even a neon sign on the wall that read GRIND NOW, SHINE LATER.

Your name—once on a door-hanger shaped like a star—was nowhere in sight.

Your chest tightened.

You didn’t cry.

You just… stood there.

Then slowly turned toward the guest room at the end of the hall. The one Karen always reserved for "seasonal relatives."

It was nice.

Too nice.

Neutral-toned, spotless, like something from a magazine. The comforter looked like it had never been touched. There were no posters, no pictures, no books stacked haphazardly on the shelf. The kind of room that looked lived in by no one.

But in a strange way, it reminded you of Caitlyn’s room—pristine, neat, cold but safe.

You dropped your luggage on the bed with a dull thud, toeing off your shoes before shrugging off your jacket and tossing it over the back of the chair.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, the silence pressing in hard around your ribs.

Then you pulled out your phone.

No hesitation.

Your thumb hovered for half a second over her name:

Sevika.

And then you pressed call.

The phone rang once.

Twice.

You held your breath.

The phone barely made it to the third ring.

“Y/N?”

Sevika’s voice came through low, rough from either a nap or a cigarette—maybe both—but instantly alert.

You didn’t answer right away. Just exhaled softly through your nose.

“…You okay?”

There it was.

The worry. The way her voice sharpened just slightly, like she’d already stood up, like her hand was hovering near a jacket or a weapon. She felt it—the bond humming between you, faint but urgent.

“I’m fine,” you said quietly, lying badly.

Silence hummed across the line.

Then: “Did something happen already?”

You shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you. “No. I just… I got here. That’s all.”

You looked around the too-clean room again, your chest still tight. “My room’s gone. It’s a gym now.”

A pause.

“…Damn.”

You let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a sigh. “They put me in the guest room. It’s nicer than my dorm, so I guess I should be grateful.”

“You don’t have to be anything,” Sevika said. “Not with them. Not here.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest, phone cradled between your cheek and shoulder. Her voice made everything feel a little more solid.

“They acted like nothing happened,” you said, the words spilling easier now. “Like I didn’t cry when they sent me away. Like I didn’t beg him to let me stay.”

Another pause. Then a quiet, “I should’ve fought harder.”

You closed your eyes. “You did what you could. And you came for me. That counts.”

There was a sound on her end—a soft rustle, like she’d sat down somewhere hard, maybe her desk or the floor.

“You know,” she said finally, her voice a little softer now, “you can call me whenever. I don’t care what time it is.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I know.”

Another beat.

“You want me to talk you to sleep or something?”

You smiled faintly, a warmth blooming in your chest despite the ache. “Would you?”

“Yeah,” Sevika said. “Yeah, I would.”

You shifted on the bed, the screen of your phone glowing faintly in the dark as Sevika’s face appeared—tilted slightly, hair a mess, cigarette tucked behind one ear. Her eyes softened the moment she saw you.

“Hey,” she said, voice lower now, quieter. “There you are.”

You didn’t say much.

You didn’t need to.

The video call stayed open as you tucked yourself under the covers, the camera tilted just enough for her to see the top half of your face and your hand curled under your cheek. Sevika was sprawled on her couch, a book open on her lap, legs up on the coffee table like she was trying to pretend she didn’t care—but you saw the way her eyes kept checking your screen every few seconds.

“I’ll stay on till you’re out,” she said, already sounding sleepier.

You whispered a small, “Thanks,” before your eyes began to flutter closed.

The dream returned.

Water lapped at your legs. The white dress clung to your skin, heavier now, more translucent in places. The basement-factory echoed with soft drips and groans, like something alive just out of sight.

You turned the corner again.

The shadowy figure stood at the far end of the corridor—but this time, the face wasn’t hidden.

Caitlyn.

Her hair was soaked. Her uniform blouse clung to her frame, and her eyes were glowing faintly with something between warning and invitation.

She turned, stepping through the door again.

You followed.

The stairway was still lined with candles. Still flickering with that same quiet reverence.

But this time, when you reached the top— The altar had something on it.

A single white rose, streaked with blood at the petals.

You didn’t touch it.

But you knew it meant something.

And then the screaming came again—closer this time.

You turned—

GASP.

You jolted awake, breathing hard.

The room was dim, moonlight seeping through the guest room blinds.

Your hair was plastered to your forehead, the collar of your shirt damp with sweat. You rubbed your eyes, heart pounding.

You looked at your phone screen—still on.

Sevika was passed out, slouched deep in her armchair. A book had slid sideways onto her face, half-covering it, her mouth slightly parted in sleep. The room around her was lit by the soft gold hue of a desk lamp left on.

She’d stayed.

Even after you’d fallen asleep.

Your chest ached in a different kind of way.

You watched her for a moment.

And whispered into the dark, “…I wish you were here.”

[lustchan]

come back to me

“sometimes love means holding someone so gently that they remember how to hold themselves again.”

SYNOPSIS: after a tough day navigating the pressures of her rookie wnba season, paige comes home emotionally drained. you offer quiet support—cooking dinner, holding her close, and reminding her that she doesn’t have to carry everything alone. as the night deepens, you show her tenderness and love in both words and touch, helping her release the weight she’s been holding. in your arms, she finds peace, comfort, and a moment of stillness she desperately needed.

WARNINGS: emotional distress, mentions of self doubt and performance anxiety, mild language, smut — mdni, bottom!paige, sub!paige, bottom!paige, pussy eating (p!receiving), scissoring (p&r!receiving)

WORD COUNT: 2.9k. info. masterlist. taglist.

it starts with the door clicking shut behind her.

not slamming. not angry. just heavy. tired. like even the sound of it was weighed down by the day she just had.

you don’t say anything right away. you stay in the kitchen, quietly stirring the pasta on the stove while you listen to her go through the motions—keys dropped on the table, shoes kicked off with a frustrated grunt, gym bag hitting the floor like it wronged her somehow.

her sigh travels all the way down the hallway.

and your heart breaks a little.

it’s been like this a lot lately. her first season with the wings isn’t going the way she hoped. the minutes are short, the critics are loud, and the pressure she puts on herself? it’s louder than anything else.

you hear it in her silence more than her words.

“hey, baby,” you call gently. “dinner’s almost ready.”

she mumbles something that might’ve been “thanks,” but it’s muffled by the sweatshirt she’s pulling over her head. when she walks into the kitchen, her eyes are already on the floor. shoulders tense. jaw tight. her curls are pulled back in a messy, damp bun, and there’s a visible crease between her brows that hasn’t left in weeks.

you step toward her and wrap your arms around her waist without hesitation. she sinks into you without a word.

you hold her there.

“long day?” you murmur against her temple.

she doesn’t answer right away. just breathes you in. slow. heavy. like she’s trying not to cry.

“i feel like i’m drowning,” she finally whispers.

you squeeze her tighter. “then let me be your lifeline.”

—

you both sit on the couch later, plates mostly clean, tv playing some show neither of you are really watching. paige has her head on your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed every few minutes, but you can tell her mind’s still racing.

“i’m trying so hard,” she whispers suddenly. “i’m doing everything they ask. i’m staying late. i’m watching film. i’m working on my shot. but nothing’s enough.”

you don’t say anything right away. just stroke your fingers gently through her hair, grounding her.

“you don’t have to earn rest, paige,” you say softly. “you’re allowed to be tired. you’re allowed to let go.”

“i can’t,” she says. “if i let go, i fall behind. and if i fall behind…”

her voice cracks.

“then i’ll be a disappointment.”

your chest aches.

you turn her gently until she’s facing you, her knees pulled onto the couch, her eyes wide and vulnerable in the low light. you cup her face in both hands.

“you are never a disappointment,” you say, slow and certain. “not to me. not to anyone who truly matters.”

her eyes drop. “i don’t feel like myself.”

“then let me help you find your way back.”

you lean forward and kiss her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. her breath hitches, and you feel it—the way her walls start to fall.

“let me take care of you tonight,” you whisper. “let me show you how loved you are.”

she doesn’t answer. just nods.

so you take her hand and lead her to the bedroom.

you undress her gently. like she’s fragile. like she’s art. her hoodie first. then the tank top soaked through with sweat from practice. the sports bra that clings to her ribs. every inch of her is tense, but she doesn’t stop you.

you press kisses down her spine, her shoulders, her stomach. you whisper soft things—how proud you are, how beautiful she is, how much you adore her—even when she shakes her head, even when she doesn’t believe it.

you undress yourself, too, and let the room stay quiet. warm. slow.

you want to give her something soft in return for everything hard she’s faced today.

you kiss her again. deeper this time. her fingers clutch at your hips like she’s afraid to fall apart without you.

you press her gently into the mattress.

you move over her like a promise.

your hands trail over her skin slowly, deliberately, as you ease your way down her body. the waistband of her shorts yields under your fingers, sliding down along with her boxers in one fluid motion before you toss them aside, forgotten.

you gently guide her legs up, spreading her open for you. your breath brushes against her heat, and she instantly shudders, inhaling sharply, her thighs twitching slightly from the anticipation alone.

your tongue flicks out, gliding a long, slow stripe up her folds. she tastes like heaven, sweet and warm, and you groan low in your throat as her fingers tangle in your hair with need.

you run your hands up her thighs, grounding her, taking your time like she deserves — no rush, just tenderness.

your tongue finds her clit and circles it gently, then your lips close around it, sucking slow and soft. her breath catches.

“shit…” she moans, her head falling back against the cushions, eyes fluttering shut.

you slide two fingers through her slick folds, teasing before easing them inside her, curling upward just right — the way that makes her body jerk beneath you.

she squirms, hips bucking reflexively, and you hold her down with one arm, keeping her steady as your fingers move with practiced grace.

you thrust slow and deep, curling with each pass, watching the way her face shifts as you hit that one spot — the one that makes her mouth fall open, brows draw together, eyes roll back.

“don’t stop,” she whimpers, voice strained, hands clutching at you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish.

your tongue stays on her clit, alternating flicks with firm sucks, building her up, never letting her settle.

“fuck, i’m close,” she whispers, breathless like she’s praying under her breath. “baby, please…”

you pick up your pace — fingers thrusting faster, your tongue licking harder, lips wrapping tighter around her clit as she edges closer and closer.

then she breaks.

her whole body arches off the couch, a strangled moan slipping from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. her legs tremble around your shoulders, one hand pressing your face closer, the other fisting the blanket beneath her.

you stay with her, licking gently, helping her ride it out, your fingers slipping out slowly. you bring them to your mouth, sucking them clean with a soft moan of your own, all while your eyes stay locked on hers.

“you okay, baby?” you ask gently, brushing your thumb along her thigh as you kneel between her legs.

she nods, her breathing still uneven, lips parted in the haze of afterglow.

you lean in to kiss her temple. “good,” you murmur, voice low and tender. “cause i really need t’feel you.”

you slide your own shorts down and climb back over her, your movements slow, sensual. at first, you straddle her thigh, letting the heat of your wetness press against her skin, but then you shift — hips sliding forward until your center meets hers.

the contact is instant. blinding.

your clits press together, slick and swollen, and you both moan at the same time — hers a ragged gasp, yours a needy breath that catches in your throat.

her hands find your hips, gripping tight as she helps guide your movement. you rock forward slowly, letting your bodies grind together in slow, aching circles.

the sound between you is obscene — wet and rhythmic — and it only fuels the fire already building in your stomach.

“fuck, you feel so good,” she groans, eyes low as she looks down to where your bodies are joined. “look at us, baby…”

you moan at the sight too — her slick mixed with yours, glistening with every roll of your hips.

“yeah?” you pant, riding her a little faster now. “you like that?”

“fuck, yes,” she breathes, her grip tightening. “so much. i’m already—fuck, baby, i’m gonna come again…”

“come with me,” you whisper against her lips, hips moving desperately. “please, paige…”

a few more frantic grinds and you both break — moaning each other’s names, clinging tightly, hips stuttering as your orgasms hit in perfect sync, overwhelming and all-consuming.

your bodies stay locked together, trembling, breathless, tangled in each other’s warmth.

—

after, she doesn’t let you go.

not even for a second.

you lie on your side, face tucked into her neck, her arm wrapped tight around your back like she’s grounding herself in the fact that you’re real. that this is real.

you’re quiet for a while. her breathing is slow. calmer than before. her skin is still flushed, her lips kiss-bruised, her voice raspy from how much she gave you. how much you pulled from her.

and yet—there’s peace in her now.

there’s something close to relief.

“thank you,” she murmurs. “for not giving up on me.”

you press a kiss beneath her jaw. “never even crossed my mind.”

she lets out a shaky breath. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you smile against her skin. “good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

she laughs quietly. the sound is small, but it’s genuine. the first real laugh you’ve heard from her in days.

she kisses your temple. “you’re kind of amazing, you know.”

“only kind of?”

“okay—fully,” she concedes, pulling you even closer. “you’re fully amazing.”

you hum. “i’ll accept that.”

her fingers trace lazy lines down your spine now, soft and slow. she’s not rushing to sleep. not racing toward tomorrow. she’s just here. present. hers again.

“you make me feel like i’m still me,” she says quietly.

you kiss her collarbone. “that’s all i want.”

“can we just stay like this?” she asks. “just for tonight?”

you nod without hesitation. “yeah, baby. we can.”

and so you do.

wrapped in each other.

no spotlight. no pressure. no critics.

just you and her, steady and quiet and safe.

and finally—finally—she sleeps.

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[lustchan]

SEVIKA

Between the lines

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Only a vampire can love you forever

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I'll survive, i always do

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But Fuck, I'd swallow poison if it tasted like you.

click me

Stone and steel

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toxic!sevika x jealous!reader

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stalker!sevika x reader headcannons

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a life without you has no goddamn meaning

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Sevika x reader who stores everything in there bra

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New years party

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Enemies to lovers w/ sevika

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Chubby!reader x sevika

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My bloody valentine

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Endure and survive

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Thats MY girl

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[lustchan]

That's MY girl | CH 1

4.1ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW : Age gap if you squint, PLUS SIZED READER, power kink, cheating, modern au, new york, assistant reader, readers a little awkward but we love her anyway, sugar mommy, SMUT, fingering, cunninglings, strap, bondage, lingerie

A/N : WE NEED SOME CHEESY OFFICE ROMANCE TO MAKE UP FOR MY STALKER FIC

Your face is pressed into the old mattress as your boyfriend's hips move against yours. He's loud, almost like a panting dog.

 Your eyebrows knit together as his rhythm falters and he releases a final groan. Although you can't see him in the doggy style position, you can imagine the selfish look on his face just from the sound of his moan.

He exhales and pulls away, collapsing beside you on the bed without another word.

You sit up slowly, knees sinking into the mattress as you reach for your T-shirt. It clings when you pull it over your head, catching slightly on your curls before you tug it down.

“Did you finish?” he asks lazily, eyes flicking toward you as he unlocks his phone.

You hesitate. Then lie. “Yeah.” Your hands rest in your lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem.

He doesn’t notice your pause—or doesn’t care. He’s already smirking at whatever’s on his screen. “Cool. You making breakfast?”

You blink. “No. I have my first day at the office today, remember?” You try to laugh, but it comes out tight. Forced. Your acrylics tap quietly against each other as you shift on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been talking about it all week.”

He shrugs, still scrolling. “Right. Well... Can I get some cash to order food or something?”

You stare at him. He finally looks at you, like maybe he hears the silence this time. Your expression softens despite yourself. “Yeah, of course.”

You grab your wallet from the nightstand. There’s a single bill left. A crumpled twenty. You hand it to him.

He takes it, frowns. “That’s it?”

You sigh. “It would help if you got a job.”

He flops back onto the pillow, dramatically. “Babe, you know I’ve been in a dark place ever since my—uh—best friend’s uncle died.”

The way he says it makes your jaw clench. You just nod and start getting dressed. Your underwear, your skirt. You’re halfway into your blouse when you slip into the bathroom and shut the door.

Click.

The quiet hits different in here.

You lean back against the wood, heartbeat loud in your ears. The mirror greets you with tired eyes. You squeeze toothpaste from a nearly flat tube, brushing your teeth like it’ll erase the weight on your chest.

Your reflection doesn’t lie.

You’re not sure why you’re still with him. Loneliness? Guilt? Some warped loyalty to the guy he used to be?

You try not to cry. Not today.

The subway jerks, and you grab the cold pole for balance, the metal biting into your palm. Your skirt is too tight—it was from that business convention freshman year. Back when it fit without threatening to split at the seams. Now it hugs your hips, your thighs, your soft belly.

Your white blouse pulls at the buttons across your chest. If you raise your arms too high, your stomach peeks out.

You decide right then and there—first paycheck? New wardrobe.

The train hisses to a stop. You step out into the crowd, nerves buzzing under your skin. You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and check your watch.

You smile.

For once in your life… you’re not late.

The towering glass building stretches up so high, your neck aches just looking at it. The reflection of the morning sun bounces off the windows, making you squint as you approach the doors. A security guard nods at you when you walk in, and you give a half-smile, unsure if it’s confidence or pure survival mode carrying you forward.

The lobby is… massive. Polished floors that make your heels click louder than they should, a chandelier that probably costs more than your student loans, and people dressed like they were born knowing what power tastes like.

You swallow.

The front desk receptionist greets you with a polite, practiced smile. “Hi, can I help you?”

“Um—yeah. My name’s Y/N. I’m starting today? I’m the new assistant.”

She types something quickly, eyes skimming the screen. Her expression doesn’t change, but something flickers behind her eyes. “You’re with the executive suite. Take the elevator to the top floor. Ms. Sevika will be expecting you.”

You blink. “Wait—who?”

But the receptionist is already back to typing.

You hesitate, then move toward the elevators. Your heart pounds harder with every step. Executive suite? No one told you you’d be assisting the Sevika—CEO of the entire company. You’d assumed you’d be fetching coffee for a mid-level manager, not breathing the same air as corporate royalty.

The elevator dings. You step in alone, pressing the button marked PH. The doors close with a soft hush, and you're surrounded by your own reflection in the brushed metal walls. You tug at your skirt. Your blouse. Try to adjust the one button that keeps threatening betrayal.

You lick your lips and whisper, “It’s fine. Just pretend like you belong.”

The elevator glides up like a spaceship. Floor after floor lights up until it stops with a subtle chime.

The doors open to a minimalist hallway. Sleek. Cold. Expensive.

A woman waits at the end—tall, muscular, suit tailored to perfection, sleeves rolled up to reveal an intricate tattoo on her forearm. She doesn’t smile.

You recognize her instantly.

Sevika.

The woman who once made a board member cry just by looking at him too long.

You freeze.

Her eyes sweep over you. They linger on your blouse. The way it pulls. The way you tug at it. Then, they meet yours—sharp, unreadable.

“You’re late,” she says, voice like gravel dipped in smoke.

You check your watch instinctively. You’re not. You’re actually five minutes early.

“I—I don’t think I am,” you mumble.

She raises a brow. “You’re late to impress me.”

You open your mouth, then close it again.

Your heels click against the marble as you follow Sevika down the hallway, the silence between you almost louder than your thoughts. Her stride is confident—long legs, squared shoulders, every step calculated like she owns the floor. Which… she does.

You keep your head up, even though you're very aware of how your skirt keeps riding up the back of your thighs, or how the blouse tightens when you breathe too deep. Your fingers brush the buttons subtly, pretending like you're just smoothing it down.

She stops in front of a sleek, L-shaped desk just outside a massive frosted-glass office.

“This is yours,” Sevika says without turning. “Don’t clutter it. I don’t like mess.”

You nod quickly, eyes scanning the clean workspace. One computer. A landline. A little stack of post-its that are somehow intimidating.

“I thought I’d be working more behind-the-scenes,” you say, unsure why you're even speaking.

She finally looks at you. Her gaze is intense—like she’s stripping every excuse out of your mouth before you even say it.

“You’ll be doing secretary work too,” she says. “Call screening. Scheduling. Gatekeeping. I don’t have time for idiots, and I don’t like repeating myself.”

You swallow hard and nod. “Got it.”

“People will try to kiss your ass to get to me,” she adds, stepping closer. She’s tall. Broader than you expected. You can smell her cologne—sharp, clean, expensive.

“You don’t let them.”

“I won’t,” you say quickly.

Her eyes narrow like she’s testing for lies.

Then: “Good.” She turns and gestures toward the glass office. “You’ll only come in when I call you. If the door’s closed, don’t knock.”

You nod again, clutching your bag like it’s a lifeline. Your thighs stick slightly to the leather chair as you sit down, nerves prickling down your spine.

She’s halfway into her office when she stops and glances back.

“You should get a new outfit,” she says flatly, like she’s commenting on the weather. “It’s distracting.”

And then the door shuts.

You stare at it for a long time.

Your first paycheck can't come soon enough.

You had barely started organizing your login info when Sevika’s office door whipped open.

“Come with me.”

No explanation. No warning.

Your chair wheels back with a squeak as you jump to your feet, grabbing your phone and notebook like a deer in headlights. She doesn’t wait. She’s already striding down the hallway, and you have to jog just to keep up.

“I-Is this for notes or—?”

“Don’t talk. Just move.”

You do.

She leads you into a large conference room filled with polished suits and cologne strong enough to burn through your skull. The table is massive. Glass-topped. People glance up from their phones when she walks in, posture straightening like a general just walked into battle.

She stops at the head of the table and drops into the seat like it’s a throne. You awkwardly hover behind her, unsure where to go.

A man in a navy pinstripe suit—mid-forties, fake smile, bad tan—slides his chair back and gestures to the empty seat beside him. “Hey there, sweetheart. This one’s free.”

You give a nervous smile, hesitating before moving toward it.

The moment you pass behind him, you feel it.

A hand.

On your ass.

Not a brush. A full, possessive grab.

Everything inside you snaps.

You don’t think. You react.

You spin, fist flying before your brain can catch up. Knuckles crash into cartilage with a sickening crunch, and the man yells out, stumbling back, hands over his face. Blood pours through his fingers, staining his cuffs red.

The entire room falls into stunned silence.

Chairs shift. A woman gasps. Someone mutters “Holy shit.”

You blink, chest heaving, adrenaline flooding your veins. Your hand trembles as you realize what you just did.

Then you hear it.

A calm, uninterested voice.

“Clean up the blood,” Sevika says, not even looking up from the folder in front of her. She flicks a page. “And you’re fired.”

The man stares at her in disbelief, nose still gushing.

“You heard me,” she says, glancing up now with a look of pure disgust. “Security will escort you out once you wipe that mess off my floors.”

He looks around like someone else might defend him. No one does.

He stumbles out, still holding his face, muttering something under his breath.

Sevika doesn’t blink. “Sit down,” she tells you, and this time, her voice is lower. Controlled. Almost… protective.

You do, still clutching your notebook, your hand throbbing.

The rest of the meeting carries on like nothing happened.

But you catch it. The way she leans back in her chair, just slightly turned toward you.

Watching.

And maybe—just maybe—you see the corner of her mouth twitch.

A smirk.

The meeting finally ends. You have no idea what was said during the second half—your ears were still ringing from the punch, and your hand throbbed like it had its own pulse.

You shuffle behind Sevika as she exits, expecting her to say something. Anything.

She doesn’t.

Just strides off down the hall, giving you the same attention someone might give a plant in the corner.

You’re still half-frozen in the hallway when someone taps your shoulder.

You turn and come face-to-face with a woman in a sharp red blazer and impossibly smooth hair. She's tall, elegant, and way too beautiful to be talking to someone whose blouse is one sneeze away from betrayal.

“Hey,” she says, smiling. “That punch? Legendary.”

You blink. “Oh. Uh… thanks?”

“I’m Mel. PR and damage control. Mostly for her.” She nods in Sevika’s direction and winks. “You did good.”

A voice chimes in beside her. “You clocked that creep.” It’s a girl with bright blue hair, two braids hanging over her shoulders, chewing gum like it wronged her. She points at you with admiration. “I’m Jinx. Marketing. You’re cool. Wanna get a drink?”

You blink again. “Like… alcohol?”

“Unless you’d prefer to slam a Capri-Sun in the corner,” a guy adds, stepping up beside them. His dreads are tied back in a bandana, and he’s got a casual smile and kind eyes. “Ekko. I run one of the tech teams. We all go out after major meetings—tradition.”

You feel your shoulders tighten. You glance down at your outfit. At your cracked phone case. Your acrylics already starting to chip.

“I… don’t really have money for drinks right now,” you admit quietly, embarrassed. “I kinda used my last $20 this morning.”

There’s a brief pause.

Then Mel laughs, but not in a mean way. “Oh, sweetheart. When you work under Sevika, drinks are almost always on the house.”

“Yeah,” Jinx grins, bouncing a little on her toes. “Every bar in the city wants her favor. Her assistants get treated like royalty.”

Ekko nods. “You’re basically walking PR. You just don’t know it yet.”

You blink. Again.

“Oh,” you murmur. “I didn’t… know that.”

“Well,” Mel says, linking her arm through yours before you can protest, “you do now.”

“Let’s go,” Jinx sings, already heading for the elevators like she owns them.

The bar is loud and golden-lit, buzzing with post-work energy and cheap music that somehow makes everything feel cinematic. It smells like lemon cleaner and old whiskey, and the second you step in with the others, someone’s already waving.

“Hey, hey! Sevika’s crew!” the bartender grins. “First round’s on us.”

You're still trying to process the fact that you have a crew.

By the time you sit, your cheeks are warm—not just from the drink Jinx shoved into your hand, but from the laughter bubbling up around you. Mel’s telling some story about a senator who cried in Sevika’s office. Ekko keeps interrupting with sound effects. Jinx throws peanuts at both of them and tells you she’s building a sculpture of a “badass mermaid that looks kind of like you but with fangs and a rocket launcher.”

You’re laughing. Real laughing. The kind that makes your stomach ache.

And then the door opens.

It doesn’t slam or swing dramatically. Just a ding of the bell and a subtle shift in energy.

Sevika walks in.

She’s missing her blazer.

Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, shirt collar slightly undone—just enough to show the dip of her collarbone, a hint of ink peeking out. Her hair is tied back in a low bun, loose strands brushing her jaw. She looks casual—but not in a relaxed way.

In a stripped-down kind of way. Like something got peeled off on the way here, and it wasn’t just her jacket.

The table goes quiet for half a beat, then:

“Sevika!” Jinx grins, waving dramatically with both arms like a puppy who just spotted its favorite toy. “Come drink!”

Sevika nods once, barely looking at the group. She walks past you, sits on the stool at the far end of the bar, orders something dark, and downs half of it before it hits the napkin.

Everyone else is too hyped up to notice.

But you do.

You watch the way her shoulders are slightly hunched, one leg bouncing under the counter. How her jaw stays clenched even when someone laughs too loudly. Her fingers twitch near her drink, like she's this close to lighting a cigarette but holding back.

Something’s wrong.

You sip your drink, pretending not to stare, but you can’t shake the way it hits you. That weird, sinking feeling in your chest like… like you’ve seen someone crack right before they break.

You glance back at your coworkers. They’re mid-roast, arguing over which of them would die first in a zombie apocalypse.

They don’t notice her.

But you do.

It gets blurry fast.

The drinks keep coming—on the house, on someone’s tab, on Jinx's “I swear I know the bartender” energy. At some point, Mel starts doing shots off her hand, and Ekko convinces you to dance even though you swore you weren’t going to.

Even Sevika’s laughing now.

Not loudly. But real.

You see it when Jinx tells a joke so terrible it circles back around to being funny. Sevika leans back in her seat, arm draped casually over the back of the booth, her smile tilted and lazy, her eyes half-lidded from the alcohol. She looks less like your terrifying boss and more like a woman who used to be terrifying and is just too tired to keep up the act tonight.

She’s still in her collared shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, two—no, three—buttons undone. You try not to stare at the curve of her throat. The way her wrist flexes when she raises her glass. The way her gaze keeps flicking your way when she thinks you’re not looking.

It’s probably just the liquor. You’re imagining things. It’s fine.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom.

The hallway’s cooler, quieter. Your reflection in the cracked mirror looks a little flushed, lips glossy, eyeliner smudged in a way that actually kinda works. You’re just fixing your hair when the door creaks open behind you.

You glance up.

Sevika’s leaning in the doorway.

Her jacket’s still gone. The top buttons of her shirt hang even looser now, and her eyes are darker than they were five minutes ago.

She doesn’t speak at first.

Just walks forward. Slow. Heavy boots on cheap tile.

“You got a good right hook,” she says, voice lower now—more gravel than smoke. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You swallow. “He grabbed me.”

“I know.” She’s closer now. Her reflection in the mirror stares right through you.

“Are you—” you begin, but she cuts you off.

“You always stare at me like that?”

You freeze. “Like what?”

She doesn’t answer.

Instead, she steps behind you, close enough that your back almost brushes her front. The air between you is thick with whiskey and tension and something unspoken that’s been simmering since you walked into her office in that too-tight skirt.

Her fingers ghost the hem of your blouse, barely touching, like testing if you’ll flinch. You don’t.

“You think I didn’t notice?” she murmurs, voice like silk over a blade. “How you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention?”

Your breath catches.

“I wasn’t trying to—”

“I know,” she says, eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “But you did.”

She brushes your hair aside, slow, knuckles grazing your throat. Her breath is hot against your neck. “I should walk away right now,” she says.

“Then why haven’t you?”

She grins.

And the lock clicks behind you.

Her fingers trail down your arm like they’ve done it a hundred times. Like they own the path.

“You know what happens if you keep looking at me like that?” she murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “People start thinking you want something.”

Your voice is barely there. “Maybe I do.”

Sevika chuckles, low and dangerous. “Then you’re worse than I thought.”

Her hands slide over your hips, slow and firm, pulling your back to her chest. Your breath catches when her palms press against your stomach, holding you there—completely in place. She leans down, her lips grazing your neck, open-mouthed and warm. Not biting. Yet.

“Who did you wear this for?” she murmurs against your skin. “Did you want someone to notice you?”

You nod. Or try to.

Her fingers trail up, unbuttoning the blouse that was already fighting to hold itself together. One button. Two. “Say it.”

You bite your lip. Then whisper, “I wanted someone to notice me.”

Sevika lets out a breath—like she’s been holding it in since the moment she saw you.

And then you’re spun around, back pressing into the cool bathroom wall. Her mouth crashes into yours—rough, consuming, like she’s been starving and you’re the first real thing she’s tasted in weeks.

Your fingers tangle in her shirt, nails scraping the exposed skin of her chest. She groans into your mouth, hands already sliding beneath your skirt, gripping your thighs with the kind of force that makes your knees go weak.

“Sevika-” you whimper “were drunk, we shouldn't-” you try to say “then stop me” she pulls away to look you in the eye 

A part of you should, but another part wanted to let her ruin your life, so you didnt stop her. She smirks at that and hoists you up, your legs wrap around her waist and she brings you to the sink, setting you down on it.

Sevika doesnt wait for you to get your tights off, she rips them open at the crotch. “Seriously? Im stuck in these till my next pay check” your brows furrow and she rolls her eyes “is that a pathetic excuse for me to buy you clothes?” she asks kissing your jaw 

“Wha- no! I would never ask my new boss for something like that-” you voice is laced with worry as she just kisses you passionately, in a way no guy or girl has ever kissed you. Your eyes automatically close and cup her cheek

She forces her tounge in your mouth which you quickly give in and just do whatever she wants, Sevikas hand finds itself between your thighs, rubbing at your damp panties

You gasp and grip her shoulder. “Never been touched before?” she teases and instead of coming up with your own comeback you just shake your head. “No- i-” you try to finish your sentence but sevika has moved your panties out of the way and began rubbing circles into your clit

Your breath hitches and cuts you off. You let out a shaky breath as she smirks “go on, your not a virgin?” she whispers into your ear, nibbling your earlobe

You shake your head with a whimper “no- im not” you say finally and she just chuckles “thats a shame” is all she says before she enters a digit into you cunt with with a squelch

“Fuck- your so wet” Sevika leans down and bites your shoulder

Your moan is muffled against her collarbone as your hand fists the edge of the sink behind you for balance. Each thrust has your back arching, her other hand gripping your ass like she owns it. Like she plans to.

You claw at her shirt, rolling your hips into her finger. “Oh fuck-” you mutter squeazing your eyes shut and hiding your face in her shoulder

She inserts another finger and pumps them in and out of you. Your breath picks up, and your grip on her sleeve tightened 

You lean your head back and she takes this as an invitation to mark your neck. Biting and leaving hickeys. You whimper, not thinking about the consequences 

“You gonna cum baby?” she speeds up her pace while you bite your bottom lip “yesyesyes” you babble. “Be a good girl, cum on my fingers”

And you do.

Hard.

Your whole body trembles as it crashes over you, the heat, the pressure, the ache all bursting into something electric and consuming. Sevika groans, burying her face in your neck as your walls pulse around her fingers.

She holds you there, keeps you upright as your legs go soft, presses a slow kiss to your jaw before pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes.

Your breath is still ragged, your body trembling as Sevika pulls her hand back, slowly, her fingers glistening with you. She looks at you like you’re something she won—dark eyes steady, jaw set, lips still parted from the kiss.

But your mind starts catching up.

The haze clears just enough to remind you.

Him.

Your boyfriend. Your apartment. The shared toothbrush. The sadness you’ve been sleeping next to for months, wrapped in excuses and old memories.

Your chest tightens like a vice.

“I—” you breathe, voice hoarse. You push her gently, enough to create space between your bodies. She furrows her brows, confused, but doesn’t stop you as you fix your blouse with shaking fingers.

You can't even look her in the eye.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you mumble. Your voice is quiet, but the guilt in it feels loud.

Sevika doesn’t say anything right away. Just watches you, her expression unreadable now. The moment she’d just owned is slipping through her fingers.

“Hey,” she says low, like she might reel you back in. “It’s not like you didn’t want—”

“I have someone,” you cut in, backing toward the door, shame rising like bile. “I have a boyfriend. I shouldn’t have—”

The lock clicks open beneath your fingers.

“You sure took your time,” Jinx giggles from the hallway, but her voice sounds like it's underwater. You give her a broken smile, ducking your head and slipping past before anyone can look too closely.

You don’t stop at the table. Don’t say goodbye.

You leave the bar like the whole thing's on fire.

And behind you, Sevika stays in the bathroom, jaw tense, still smelling you on her fingers.

She doesn’t chase you.

She just stares at the door for a long, long time.

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