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— mess around [sevika]

part two

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating, dom!sev, sub!reader, inexperienced reader (with women), size kink, light domestic kink, cum kink, tribbing, cunniligus, fingering, PRAISE, pet names, finger sucking, aggressive husband, he threatens to shoot Sevika, drinking/r gets drunk, m/f sex mentioned very briefly, r has long enough hair to braid

a/n: hi! I don't condone cheating. this is only part one, there'll be several parts ;)

wc: 6.5k

The air was thick in the outskirts of the city on Saturday morning. You rose with the sun, ready for a long day of moving, especially without your husband. This was a rushed decision, moving into this house together. You believed that the house was too large, no single couples needed three bedrooms, but your husband insisted that it would be perfect when you two chose to begin a family in future. And, well, you listened to him. He was good at talking you into things you didn’t want to do.

The house bared down on you when you arrived hours later. The porch was long, stretching around the corners of the house, large double-doors beckoning to be opened. The jagged edge of the key in your hand dug into your palm the longer you looked at the home, and you decided to suck it up and go in.

Walking in, you were greeted by a large kitchen with expansive glass windows that looked over the fields that came with the house. It was truly a gorgeous house, you were simply unsure if it was the place for you. But it was too late, the house was already yours, and the keys jingled as you sat them on the counter top.

The moving trucks would arrive soon, but you allowed yourself a moment to breathe as you walked throughout the house, peaking in each room. The largest bedroom had windows that mimicked those in the kitchen, and against your best hopes, your husband had been right. The other bedrooms would make good nurseries. For now, one would be an office and the other would be a guest bedroom. But you could envision your future.

There was a loud whistle from outside, indicating that at least one of the trucks had arrived. You released a sigh and traveled back downstairs, opening the doors with a whoosh of warm air. A mover hopped out of the large truck and came over to greet you, shaking your hand and explaining what was going to happen.

As the movers began bringing things into the house, you observed the outside. Across the street was the only close house, which sat on miles of land just as your new home did. The other house was different, though. It had miles of fencing, caging in horses and sheep, and if you squinted, you swore you could see cows in a small barn far down on the edges of the land.

Because the movers didn’t need you yet, you decided to venture across the street and meet the new neighbors. You didn’t look your best, as you were dressed to move, and you didn’t have anything to give them when you greeted them, but it didn’t matter. You could always invite the family over for dinner in the future.

There was a pair of brown, ratty cowboy boots resting against one of the steps, which made sense for the area. You were against moving south, you didn’t enjoy the heat and you had never ridden a horse before, but your husband insisted. The boots were lined with what looked like generations worth of mud, caked into every crevice and line.

You knocked on the door, waiting a moment before it opened. What you weren’t expecting was to be met with the sternum of a woman in front of you. It took you a moment to look up, and up, and up, before you met her eyes. She had a sullen expression on her face, as if you had just ruined her entire day. You tried not to think much of it, and you barely could with the attractive nature of the woman.

It was just her height that made her large - no, the woman had muscle packed onto her more than anyone you believed to have seen in your life. She was in a white shirt and jeans that hugged her muscular thighs so tightly you worried the seam would rip. Her eyes were grey, and they contrasted against her darker skin. Her hair was short, pulled away from her face and her lips were downturned as she looked at you.

“Hi,” you chirped nervously. “I just moved in across the street, I figured I would come introduce myself,” you gave her your name, a dark blush of embarrassment gracing your cheeks. “You have a lovely home.” The woman’s lips quirked into a side smirk, and your face grew hotter.

“Sevika,” her hand reached out between you, and there was a beat between you before you realized that she was offering her hand to shake. You cleared your throat, enveloping her palm in your own. Her hand practically swallowed yours. “Seems like a pretty big house for one little lady, sugar.” She joked, glancing over at the house as she leaned her weight against the door frame.

“Oh, no, it’s my husband and I. He’s away with business until late tonight, so I’m moving what I can.” A disapproving look smeared against her face.

“He left you alone?” You nodded slowly, unsure of what she was getting to. She looked over her shoulder, as if to check if anything or anyone was in her house. “If you’d like some help, I ain't got any plans ‘til the evening.” Your heart lept in your chest. Everything about your body’s reaction felt wrong. You could’ve begged this woman for help.

“That would be lovely, actually.” You smiled, trying not to seem as nervous as you felt. Your heart was thumping loudly, you swore you were about to faint. Maybe it was from the heat, women never made you feel this way in the past.

“Let me get myself cleaned up and I'll meet you over there, darlin’.” Her accent was thick. You were going to die. You nodded, smiling, and turned back in the direction of your house. At least you wouldn't have to move alone.

Before you knew it, the clock was striking five, and the majority of your furniture had been moved where it needed to go. Sevika did all of it - most of the time you just stood there looking pretty and instructing her where to go. Sevika thoroughly enjoyed it. She noticed the gentle bite of your lip when she lifted something heavy, your eyes tracing down the lines of her arms. You hadn't initially noticed the prosthetic in place of where her left arm should be, but it only made her that much more interesting.

For lunch you made sandwiches and lemonade, forcing her to sit and take a break instead of continuing to work for you. “Y’r just sweet as cane, ain'tcha?” she had said, taking the plate of food. You chose to ignore the rush in your panties.

You both stood in the kitchen and Sevika was breathing heavily, catching her breath after moving a series of dining chairs into your new dining room for you. You came to her, gently tracing your fingertips over her bicep as you pushed up on your toes and kissed her cheek. “Thank you so much, Sevika. I greatly appreciate it,” you said with a soft smile, “and you’re so strong.” You squeezed her arm, taking in a sharp breath at how hard the muscle actually was.

“You’re very welcome, darlin’.” When she smiled, you noticed a gap in her teeth that you hadn’t seen before. It fit her face perfectly.

“Will you let me make you dinner for your trouble?” You turned around, reaching for the single cookbook that you had bothered unpacking, resting on the counter.

“You’ve worked far too hard to be bothered with cookin’ tonight, pretty girl. Why don’t you join me? I’m going to dinner with some friends. You’ll enjoy ‘em.” You pondered for a moment, but the answer was clear. You hadn’t actually wanted to cook, but you would’ve done anything she asked.

“That would be nice. How’s six sound? I should probably clean up.” You gestured down your body at your sweaty clothes. You could already picture what you were going to wear - there was a sundress in a box in your bedroom, maybe you could track down the pair of cowboy boots you wore to a concert once.

“Sounds good, sugarplum. Wear somethin’ pretty for me, yeah?” Heat rose from your chest and crept up your neck, finding home on your cheeks. Sevika didn’t fail to notice, she adored it. No matter what she said to you, you were blushing and stuttering.

You found yourself on Sevika’s front porch at six round, inevitably in the outfit you were thinking of earlier. Your hair was in a loose braid, with a bow at the end, and you believed that you looked cute, but it could be better. Nothing compared to the way Sevika looked at you when you knocked, though.

She was in the same thing she was already wearing, except with a jacket thrown over her white tee, a cowboy hat, and some matching boots. God, you could eat her up. “Did as told, I see.” She nodded towards you, hat dipping with her head. “We’re going to the best bar in town, you ain't got nothin’ to worry about.” She walked out of the house, locking the door behind her and leading you to her car.

“So, Sevika,” you began, once you were settled into your passenger seat. “Do you live alone?” you had wondered, since she gave up her day to assist you and offered to bring you to dinner.

“Yes ma'am,” she responded, small grin painting her face. “Got some livestock ‘nd a dog. ‘s all I need.” You nodded.

“Have you ever been married?” She didn't seem like the type to enjoy marriage, and she wore no ring. Maybe you just couldn't imagine her in a traditional marriage - what kind of man would a woman like her even be interested in?

She chuckled. “Nah, holdin’ out for the right one.” you smiled. Sometimes you wondered if you held out for the right one. You loved your husband, but your love often felt fabricated. Like you had to love him, like a requirement.

She pulled up to the bar, it was a ragly old place, with a crooked sign and some wood falling off, but it was pretty. It read, plainly, The Last Drop, and you wondered where the name came from, or how she came to find this place in the middle of nowhere.

She ushered you in with a large, warm hand on the small of your back, gently directing you towards a table full of people. They already had drinks, and you feared that somehow you made the woman late.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Sevy.” A woman quipped. She wasn't like anything you'd seen before - tall, long blue hair, and tattoos. She was gorgeous, quite a sight. “Who's your lady friend?” The woman looked over at you and winked with a smirk.

“Watch it, Jinx,” she retorted, taking a seat next to a woman with pink hair, and you took the one next to her. She introduced you to the group, and a small blush crept up your cheeks. In order, she introduced everyone around the table. “Jinx and I worked for the same guy a couple years back. He passed, but she still hangs around,” Jinx shot her a look and took a sip of her drink. “Ekko, her husband. Caitlyn and Vi, they're married.” You greeted each of them.

Being with Sevika was something you had never imagined possible. She ordered and paid for your meal and your drinks, and let you get as many as you wanted. You didn't exactly feel like you fit in with her crowd of people, they were a little rowdy and loud, but the company was enjoyable.

It was late when the first couple left - Jinx and Ekko, to go relieve their babysitter. Caitlyn and Vi left soon after, no particular reason. It left you a Sevika, and when she began talking to you, the amount of alcohol in your system finally hit you.

“Sevika,” you slurred, grabbing her arm as you looked up at her, “can I have your hat?”

Her cheeks warmed, dark blush finding home on them. “What’d’ya need my hat for, babygirl?” She chuckled, trying to play off her nervousness. Clearly, you didn't know how hats worked in bars.

“‘s pretty on you,” she was still laughing as she took it off and placed it on your head. And god, you looked good. Thoughts of filth coursed through her mind and she attempted to shut them down, with no luck. You were her married neighbor. She couldn't possibly be thinking of you in the way she was.

“Let's get you home, cowgirl.” She gently grabbed your upper arm, helping you off your stool. When you stumbled, she turned you around, your back facing her front as she grabbed your forearms and helped you walk.

You slumped against her in the car, head resting on her shoulder as sleep drew you in. You didn't get drunk often, but when you did, it always made you tired. Especially after a full day of work.

Your husband's car was in the driveway when you both returned to your neighborhood. Sevika pulled into your new, fancy driveway and quickly came to your side to assist your walk into your house. After a few steps, your husband threw open the front door, anger pouring off of him.

“What the fuck is this?” He yelled at Sevika, who simply looked at him. “What the fuck did you do to my wife?” He ripped you from her arms, making you hunch and your stomach twist. Sevika backed up, hands in the air like she was facing a cop.

“We went out for dinner and she had a couple drinks. I was just bringin’r home.” She insisted. Your husband didn't care - he was livid. In his mind, some woman that he had never seen before got his wife drunk and did god knows what to you.

“Get the fuck off my property and don't fucking come back or I'll shoot you dead.” He spat, dragging you inside. You looked over your shoulder, watching Sevika walk down the driveway, shaking her head. She got in her car and drove home, and that was the last you saw of her.

To your misfortune, you remembered none of what happened the previous night when you awoke. You remembered portions of dinner, some blurry faces, Sevika’s murmured ‘babygirl’, but nothing of the way your husband treated her. And he made no effort to enlighten you as to what happened -

So, for weeks afterward when Sevika avoided you, you had no idea why. You didn’t even know if she was avoiding you on purpose, maybe she was just a busy woman. Maybe the day she spent with you was a one time thing. But, your curiosity brewed every time you saw her at home.

You knew you had too much to drink that night, but you had never taken yourself for a sloppy drunk, or a mean one. That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have said or done something vulgar, but it was out of your character. Maybe she simply didn’t enjoy your company as much as you did hers. There were millions of options, millions of reasons as to why no words had been uttered since that day.

You were growing accustomed to your new life. Your husband went to work every day, occasionally went on a business trip, and you tended to the house. It wasn’t ever what you had thought your life would look like, or wanted your life to look like. But it wasn’t bad. It was relaxing, and allowed you freedoms that you didn’t previously have when you both worked and lived in a small city apartment.

And there was the other part. You were learning to tend to the house so that you were ready for when you were to bear children - something that your husband had insisted was coming soon, and therefore had suggested you begin trying. The night he suggested that was the night the pit in your stomach became unbearable. Trying for a baby? With him? You weren’t sure you were ready for that, or frankly wanted that.

It was a sunny, warm morning when you left to get the mail. Dew had settled in the grass, and the southern air was thick. You were in a nightgown, one of your favorites, that was outlined in lace, a nice pale yellow color. You had panties that matched, clung to your skin underneath the short gown.

Before you could turn to go back up the driveway and into the house, you noticed Sevika’s door opening, and there stood the one and only. She was in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a wifepleaser, slippers finishing the outfit nicely.

“Sevika!” You yelled from across the street, a wide smile as you raised a hand to wave. Her head snapped up from her mail, but before she could hide, you were making your way across the street. She wasn’t getting out of this one. “Sevika, hi! I haven’t seen you around, you must be one busy woman.” You joked. She smiled, demeanor softening.

“You could say that,” She responded awkwardly, knowing damn well she was not a busy woman, especially not if you needed something. “Was there anything else? Don’t need your husband gettin’ all pissy again, ma’am.” Your brows knit, confusion drawing itself on your pretty features.

Fuck. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have possibly known. You were so drunk that night that there was no way you remembered what happened, and now Sevika just dropped the bomb. “Whatever do you mean, Sevika?” God, you drew her in, sweet as honey.

“I best get goin’. Gotta feed the chickens.” She had already fed her chickens today, twice because she was so tired.

“No, Sevika. What do you mean? Did he do something to you?” Sevika sighed, throwing a quick glance towards your house to assure that your husband wasn’t home. His car was missing from the driveway, and that was all she needed to know.

“The night you came out with me you drank a lot, could hardly walk by y’rself. Brought ya home and he got angry, threatened to shoot me if I came near you again. ‘m not tryna get shot anytime soon, sweet thing.” Your lips parted, small gasp falling from them. Sevika prayed she never forgot the noise.

“Sev…” you paused, trying to formulate what you wanted to say to her. “I’m so sorry he did that. His temper can get the best of him sometimes, I promise he’s a good man. We don’t own any guns. How can I apologize?” Sevika envisioned a few ways. “How about dinner? Tomorrow? He’ll be out of town for a couple days, he’s taking the train up north. I’ll cook for you?”

Sevika was blushing. Sevika never blushed. “Miss, you ain’t gotta do all that for me.”

“No, you deserve it. You must come. Tomorrow, six, please?” Your eyes softened as you looked up at her, and she would’ve moved mountains to give you what you wanted in that moment. But luckily, it was a lot easier than that.

“If you insist,” she said with a small smile, “I’ll be there, sugar.” You grinned, clapping your hands twice. “I like steak, if you’re willing.” She swore she saw your smile widen.

“Perfect, I have just the recipe. I can’t wait, I’ll see you tomorrow, Sevika!” You said eagerly, as you began walking back to your house, tossing her a wave over your shoulder.

The longer you thought about it, the more the situation angered you. Sevika was doing you a favor, a noble one at that, just to be treated like shit by the person that was supposed to protect you. Everything she said made the idea of having a child with this man less and less appealing. You hardly acknowledged him when he returned home that night, and hardly bid him farewell when he left in the morning. It was tough to look at him.

It was late afternoon when you got the food in the oven and began getting ready. You didn’t know whether this was formal or not, so you chose something in the middle. You chose a simple half up, half down style, bringing the top of your hair into a pretty bun and leaving the rest down to curl. You did your makeup, then went through your closet, trying to find something that matched the appeal you were trying to convey.

Part of you wanted to put on something that your husband would hate; a pair of jeans and a top, or even something casual. But the other half, and the half that won, begged you to dress yourself in something attractive. Something that would draw her in, making her look at you, in the ways your husband never did.

The thought was terrible, obscene even. You had never even begun to think of someone in the way you were thinking of Sevika now, especially while married. It was awful. And then you remembered what he did to her, what he did to you. How he made you move hundreds of miles from your family and quit your job to play house.

You chose a dress that was shorter than anything you believed to have ever dressed yourself in. It hardly covered your ass, and it was slutty. So very slutty, so unlike you. And you liked it. You liked the way it hugged your figure, made your boobs look fuller and your hips wider.

The dress was strapless and white, coming in at the waist and flaring slightly until it ended. You added a white bow to your bun for good measure, and a pair of white kitten heels that opened at the toe. Confidence was a drug, and you were addicted.

The oven rang moments before Sevika knocked, right on time. You took out the food and set it on the counter, tossing your oven mitts to the side to get the door. When you opened it, Sevika drank you in like a tall glass of wine. Her eyes moved along you slowly, as if she was trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. She followed the line of your dress, eyes falling on the over-exposure of your thighs, and they paused there for a moment.

And her mind was running wild.

“Hi Sevika,” you greeted, cheeks warmer than they had ever been. This was terrible, disgusting. And it was going the exact way you wanted it to. “You look nice.” She did. She was in black slacks and a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, short sleeved button-down thrown overtop. It was cropped just the right amount, ending where her slacks began. It had a gorgeous pattern of red and black and white, and it was as if your minds had thought the same, and here you were matching.

“If I’m nice, you must be world-stopping.” She said, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckle. “The food smells great.” Her eyes were addicting. You simply couldn’t draw yourself away, even after it had been several beats since she spoke.

“Do come in,” you opened the door wider and she stepped in, engulfing the doorframe. “I just need to plate the food and we can eat. Feel free to sit.” She did as told, taking a seat at the small table while you plated the food. You placed her plate in front of her, but she was too busy watching the way you worked and moved around the kitchen to bother looking at the food.

“You didn’t have to do all this, sugar. Seems like a lot of work.” You chuckled.

“It’s truly not. If anything, it’s routine. My husband has me staying home now, tending to the house. I cook a lot. You’re the first person I’ve had over in quite some time.” You took your place, smoothing out your dress. Sevika looked surprised at your remark.

“If I had a woman as pretty as you I would take her everywhere. Show’r off to the world.” Your mouth was agape again. Your husband never said things like that to you. It made your skin warm and your stomach flutter.

Realizing that you had been staring at her for a moment, you averted your gaze, dropping it to your plate in embarrassment. “You’re very nice, Sevika. You know how to talk a woman up.” She grinned, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs into a, somehow, sexy manspread. You never found the way of seating particularly attractive, but when she did it, you had several thoughts about it. Positive ones. Dirty ones.

“It’s working, then?” Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, she was speaking again. “You should eat, sugar. Food’s gon’ get cold.” She was smirking, and when you looked down at her plate, she was all but finished. You wondered how long you had been entranced by her, if it meant that more than half her food was already gone and you had hardly started.

You ate quickly, almost choking at the rate at which you stuffed your face. She was finished before you, and wasted no time taking her dishes to the sink and beginning to clean them. When you were finished, you shot up, hurrying over to her and gently pushing her to the side. “You’re a guest, you don’t have to clean your own dishes, that’s rude.” You joked, taking her plate from her hands.

“I’m a capable woman, babygirl. I can clean my own plate, I do it every day.” You shooed her hands away as she reached for her plate, until she was grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the counter, human hand holding your wrist while her mechanical arm trapped you against her.

When you looked up at her, your clit started beating. She was looking down at you, low eyes painted with displeasure. “Let me help you, angel. It won’t kill ya.”

The feelings swirling within you were nothing you had ever felt before. Your body was on fire, you were surprised that your wrist wasn’t burning Sevika’s large palm. Her body heat was radiating into you, and you could feel the meat of her thighs against yours, and the curve of her hips as they kissed your own. Your panties were wet, your thighs were sticky, but you were sure it was sweat.

“Sevika…” You whispered, but any additional thoughts were cut off by the harsh press of her lips to yours, the force pushing you against the sink even harder. Your eyes widened for a second, but quickly fluttered closed as your body accepted what was happening and leaned into it. You pushed off the sink, pressing your front against hers. She let go of your wrist and your hands found purchase on her neck, pulling at her short hair.

She moaned softly into your mouth, grabbing your hip with her human hand and pushing your hips against the sink so your back arched a little further, tits pushed against hers. Her lips attacked yours, tongue dipping into your mouth and sucking, pulling noises out of you that you had never heard before.

You pulled away, admiring her flushed face and swollen lips. She was breathing heavily, and the look on her face dropped into terror as she realized what she had done. “I’m so sorry, ma’am.” She backed up, releasing you from your spot against the sink. “Gods,” she rubbed her hands over her face, “I just kissed a married woman in her husband’s home. I should leave.”

“Don’t.” You came to where she was standing, softly grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face. She was scared, looking at you. Scared of what could happen. Scared of how it would be if it didn’t happen.

Slowly, cautiously, you pressed up on your toes and pulled her in for another kiss. And she was lost. Gone, forever. There was no returning from this.

She grabbed your ass, lifting you easily onto the counter as she continued kissing you. Her body was hard and hot and calling you, and the way she dragged her hands up and down your waist, carefully flicking her thumb over your nipple made your panties drenched. “Do that again,” you whined, arching your tits towards her.

“Do what, sugar?” She played coy, letting her hands rest on your waist. “This?” She ran her human hand up your side and flicked her thumb over your nipple again, craving the moan that fell from your lips. “Tell me, sugar, was it this?” She pulled the top of your dress down slowly, giving you time to interject. But you didn’t, and she made quick work of removing your bra.

She left wet, hot kisses down your chest, lips latching around your nipple. She sucked hard, making you cry out and grind your hips in the air. She could’ve made a snarky comment about that, she desperately wanted to, but the way your body reacted to her mouth on your perky nipple was too compelling.

Once she had given both of your tits equal attention, she stood back up and met your eyes. “Y’r gonna have to tell me where this is goin’, baby. ‘m not goin’ any further until you tell me with words.” Your head fell against her chest, panting.

“Please, please fuck me, Sev.” With a soft ‘fuck’, she lifted you off the counter, your legs locking around her hips. She carried you down the hall with your instruction, kicking the door closed and locking it before placing you on the bed, gingerly.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, mama.” She pulled it down, waiting for you to lift your hips so she could finish the job. Before she could admire you, you were grabbing her by her t-shirt and pulling her on top of you, kissing her once again. Nothing in the world was better than this.

“Sevika,” you moaned as her mouth was reunited with your boobs. “Take off your shirt.” She did as instructed, losing her button down and t-shirt in a few short motions. It left her in her slacks and a sports bra, a great look for her. She stood at the end of the bed, and she grabbed your ankle to pull you down with her. Your ass was on the edge of the bed, and your legs were propped up, spread wide.

“Fuck,” she looked over your body, then threw her head back and shut her eyes. This was wrong. It was awful. You’re married. But the way your panties sat high on your hips and had a noticeable wet spot in the middle was enough to waiver her thoughts.

“Sevika,” you said, weakly. “What do we.. do? I’ve never done this with a woman.” She chuckled a little, sinking to her knees at the edge of the bed, so that her face was level with your cunt. You could feel her warm breath against you, and it made you shiver.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, angel. What happens next is up to you. But I need my face in y’r pussy.” She looked up at you as she painted your thighs with kisses, occasionally stopping to suck on the skin. She was careful, she didn’t leave any marks, but she adored having your skin in her mouth. She adored having you in her mouth.

You weren’t prepared for her first lick against your cunt. She licked a fat strip from bottom to top over your panties, and you reeled, arching into it and bringing your legs together. She placed both of her hands on the insides of your thighs, forcing them apart. “You’re gonna keep these open for me, ain’tcha, sugar?” Weakly, you nodded, relaxing and allowing your legs to fall apart.

She continued eating you over your panties, sucking at your clit until you weren’t sure what was from you and what was her spit, everything was drenched. She sat up, reaching for the waistband of your panties. Instinctively, you lifted your hips, and she smirked as she pulled them down. “Good job, darlin’, knew exactly what I needed.” Your stomach flipped, and you were sure you were dripping.

Sevika was looking at you like you were prey and she hadn’t eaten in a month. Your cunt was glistening, and you were practically dripping onto the bed. And it was all for her. “Well, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, mama.” You whimpered, entrance clenching at her words, and she could fucking see it. See the way your body reacted to her. She could’ve died a happy woman, right then and there.

She was on her knees again in an instant, tongue finding your clit and sucking. She did all sorts of magical things; twisted her tongue around the bud, flicked it with her tongue, sucked like something would come out if she did. You were practically crying at what she did, it was overwhelming.

Your husband had eaten you out before, several times. He claimed to like it, but it was never quite right. It was never like this. Not when Sevika placed a kiss on your clit and slipped her tongue in you, wasting no time fucking you with her tongue. Her mech hand came up and pinched your nipple, the cool metal feeling like heaven against your overheated skin.

“Sevika,” you cried, fingers winding in her hair as her tongue worked. You were getting close, she could tell. Your clit was twitching and you were clenching around her tongue, but she kissed her way back to your clit and pressed a cautionary finger against your entrance. “Sev, fuck, Sevika, please fill me up, please,” Sevika let out a deep moan into your cunt, her own clit begging for attention.

She kept her mech hand on your nipple while she slowly slid her middle finger into you, stretching you more than your husband’s fingers ever did. She took it slow, going knuckle by knuckle until you bottomed out on her finger. She didn’t rush you, letting you adjust to the feeling of her thick digit inside you before moving.

The feeling of her tongue on your clit and her finger against your g-spot had you crying and whining, begging her for more, more, more, until she gave it to you. She introduced another finger into the mix, letting her ring finger enter you at the same pace as the other.

Two fingers and her tongue must be heaven. She knew exactly what to do, and you were absolutely going to cum. Over and over, at that. She lifted up for a moment, not relenting with her pace. “Come for me, darlin’. Let me have it.”

The knot in your stomach released and all the tension in your muscles relaxed, letting your orgasm flow through your body. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped her hair tightly, the waves of pleasure more intense than any you’d felt before. She made sure she had you coming for as long as she could, unrelenting in her pace until she had milked every drop from you.

You were panting, and you let out a practically pornographic whine when she retracted her fingers from you and stood up, leaning over you. “Open y’r mouth, baby. Stick out your pretty tongue.” Her fingers were quick to breach your lips once your mouth was open, and you shut it around them, sucking your cum off her digits.

Her clit hurt. It was beating so hard, and watching you suck her fingers just made her go even more crazy. She pushed your limits, forcing her fingers further down her throat to see how much you could take. And to her surprise, you took them to the base with no problem, and it made her desperate to see her strap down your throat. “That’s my good girl, ain’t it? Suckin’ me so good.” You moaned, but it was muffled around her fingers.

The hat resting on your closet door handle caught her eye, and a malicious idea bloomed in her. “I want you to ride me, angel. Needa’ come on your pussy.” You sat up, watching her as she grabbed her hat from the closet handle. She tossed it to you and unbuckled her pants, pulling them from her body inch by inch until you got to see all of her. Her boxers came off next, and it was such a sight.

She plopped down on the bed, and you looked at her expectantly, waiting for further instruction. Her legs spread, and she lifted one of them to make space between them for you. You made assumptions, hovering between her legs and glancing over at her. “Ride me, cowgirl. Go until you feel good.”

It took some maneuvering for you to find an angle that worked for both you and Sevika, but when it did, it was earth shattering. Her clit against yours felt like you had been blessed by God, and her wetness seeping into yours felt like she could get you pregnant. She was groaning beneath you, humping you like some kind of fucking dog, and it was the best thing ever.

She reached over and grabbed her hat, placing it on your head. “That’s it, that’s my cowgirl, ain’t it? Fuck, you ride me so well, baby.” You came down harsher against her, the feeling too good to be slow or soft.

“Nnghh- vika,” that is what got Sevika over the edge. Hearing you moan that nickname like a fucking pornstar had her gripping your hips and holding you in place as she fucked up into you and came all over you, whimpering like a bitch in heat. A string of curses fell from her pretty lips before she released your hips and let you chase your second orgasm, one that had you falling onto her chest, unable to move from your fucked out muscles.

After a couple minutes she gently brushed your hair away from your face, admiring your beauty. You groaned softly, sitting up on your elbow to meet her eyes. “That was really good.” You said, softly. “What if you stay the night?” Sevika shook her head, crawling out of the bed.

“‘m sorry, sweet thing. I don’t feel right stayin’ here after fuckin’ you. ‘s not fair to y’r husband.” You pouted, remembering his existence, to your misfortune. Sudden emotions flooded you as you watched Sevika dress; you just cheated on your husband, and had sex with a woman. Not just any woman - your neighbor. That you would have to see, every day, for the rest of your time living in this neighborhood.

She pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and you let your eyes flutter shut, you let yourself enjoy it before it was wrong. “Bye, Sevika. I’ll see you at happy hour next week?” She smiled softly, knowing she would do anything and everything in her power to be there for you.

“Absolutely, babygirl.” And with that, she was gone.

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old women yuri?

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runninghare1289 · 2 months ago

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Anyone ordered Melvikest ?? No? :c

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runninghare1289 · 2 months ago

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Imagine being caught by Piltover’s Finest and they start bantering like this 😭 Ugh these two. I animated this for giggles. Anyways, enjoy! I’ll have more animations coming out soon 🫶✨

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long haired sevika

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Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Summary: As a high school teacher, you were conducting a private parent meeting for two of your mischievous students. However, the moment you glanced at their parents—a pair of stunning, sophisticated older women sitting in your office—you felt an immediate wave of regret.

Alright. Alright. Here it is.. Have you been waiting for 'beg teacher..' part II. Dropping it *smirk*

Part II

Your fingers tightened around your pen. Your face burned even hotter. Of course she’s enjoying this. Stay professional. Focus. Ignore the way they’re looking at you. Ignore how hot your face is. Ignore how your thighs had started trembling under the presence of these two impossibly hot women.

Sevika reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between her lips. The movement was effortless, smooth—like she’d done it a thousand times before. You were so flustered that for a second, you just stared, mesmerized by the way her fingers moved.

Then your teacher instincts kicked in.

“Excuse me but that’s prohibited,” you blurted out, your voice firmer than before.

Sevika raised a brow, holding the cigarette between her fingers. “Really?” She didn’t seem offended—if anything, she looked even more amused.

Ambessa lay out a smirk and shook her head, finding it like it's rare for anyone to stand against Sevika. "Rules are rules, Sevika. Listen to the little woman.."

That caught you off guard. You blinked, processing the casual way she said it—like they were well-acquainted. You had noticed it when you walked in; you weren’t blind to the frequent glances they exchanged and those secret stare.

“Wait… do you two know each other?” you asked, curiosity slipping into your tone before you could stop yourself.

Sevika smirked, leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “What can I say? Dove.. The world is small, and so is the circle when it comes to…” she let her words trail off for effect, her gaze flicked toward Ambessa, “… that women.”

Your stomach flipped at the way she said it. That was intentional.

You couldn't stop yourself from secretly grinning at the way they lock stared at each other—like they were seconds away from tearing each other clothes. There was definitely going on between this two.

Afraid to admit it, but you had a fantasy about buff women grinding each other out. And lucky you—now there were two of them sitting at your desk, right in your office. You stole secret glances at their physiques—at the sheer beauty in their bodies. Their muscular arms had been distracting you since the moment you walked in, and you were fighting the urge to not keep looking.

You wanted to touch them. You bit your nail.

What would it feel like to be between them, passed back and forth— ahem…

You blinked, snapping back to reality, only to realize—to your horror—that they were already smirking at your face. Immediately, you straightened your posture, pretending to organize whatever on your desk, as if you hadn’t just been caught red handed. Shitty dumbass!!

You quickly looked away when your gaze locked with Ambessa’s. Her smirk only widened before she turned to Sevika, something dangerously amused flickering in her eyes.

“Big words,” she mused, “coming from someone who likes begging me for more.”

The room stilled. Your jaw nearly dropped.

You froze. So did Sevika.

You watched, wide-eyed, as Sevika’s expression faltered—just for a split second. Speechless. Her smirk twitched, her cool demeanor cracking as her jaw tensed. You swore you saw the faintest dusting of pink on her cheeks, but just as quickly as it came, she covered it up with a scoff, rolling her shoulders like it was nothing.

“Tch.” She exhaled sharply through her nose, tilting her head toward you as if that would somehow shake off what just happened. “She likes to talk.”

. Ambessa, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the show. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Sevika's reactions, like she knew exactly which buttons to press to get a rise out of her.

And you?

You weren’t that clueless.

You wanted to scream in excitement. You were proven right. They were more than just acquaintances. You had a damn good idea of what kind of relationship they had—casual, intimate, no strings and commitments. A secret, yet with enough history to leave marks, to throw each other off balance with just a look.

And the proof of your claim?

The heated stare they always shared—a silent conversation passing between them, one you weren’t privy to. But you didn’t need to be. You already knew.

Ambessa’s statement alone revealed everything.

Now, your shivers had very little to do with the temperature and everything to do with desire. Your cheeks immediately heated at the thought of them together— fighting in bed whoever be the top. Muscles grinding as they explored each other’s bodies or the raw power they possessed as they took turns, relentlessly fucking each other ou—Stop!!

Sevika exhaled through her nose, rolling the cigarette between her fingers before finally tucking it away. Gave up completely before glancing at you. “Fine, fine. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You ignored the way your stomach flipped at that comment, biting back a blush as you inhaled deeply, trying to regain focus. Get it together. She was just good with words, that was all. Straightening your papers, you finally steered the conversation back to why you were here in the first place.

"Anyway..." You took a breath, regaining your professional tone. "Let’s begin. This meeting was called due to an ongoing issue—specifically, the escalating behavior of your children."

That got their attention.

You pushed past your nerves and continued, "Jinx and Mel… well, they seem to hate each other. I hadn’t realized it had turned into a full-blown rivalry."

Sevika, leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Oh?"

You nodded grimly and exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. "To be blunt… it’s a disaster. Those two can’t be in the same room without it devolving into absolute chaos. It started with words—sharp insults, cutting remarks. Then it escalated. Pranks. Sabotage. Full-blown fights in the hallways. Just last week, Jinx set off a firework in the library after Mel insulted her artwork. And Mel? She responded by locking Jinx inside a janitor’s closet for an entire afternoon.''

Sevika let out a low whistle, while Ambessa merely raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

You rubbed your temple and sighed. "And yesterday? They decided to settle things with an actual fight in the courtyard. Half the student body gathered to watch before security had to step in."

You hesitated for a moment before adding, "Though Mel got the upper hand the—"

You didn’t even get to finish before Ambessa let out a low chuckle, a smirk tugging at her lips. "As expected of my child," she mused, her tone carrying an unmistakable note of pride. "I have taught her what I offer… and it seems she has put it to brilliant use. Though, she does have a rebellious streak at times."

For the first time, her brows didn’t knit together. Instead, Ambessa met your gaze, a rare, genuine smile curving her lips. "Tell me," she said smoothly, tilting her head ever so slightly. "What else?"

You were left speechless. Completely, utterly speechless. Among all the responses you had prepared for, Ambessa supporting Mel’s actions was not one of them. What type of parent would actually endorse their child's behavior when it inevitably leads them trouble — instead they were a source of pride for her.

Your throat tightened as you struggled to find words. "I—I we—"

A low, amused chuckle cut you off. Sevika, lounging comfortably, smirked at your reaction. "Did you really expect anything else?" she mused, shaking her head. "Come on. Ambessa lives for this kind of thing."

Ambessa scoffed, folding her arms. “I’d be disappointed if Mel didn’t.”

You didn't know what else to say. You sat there, staring both of them, struggling to find words that wouldn’t get lost in the sheer absurdity of it all. They were suppose to discuss about ways to solve about their child behavour. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before running a hand over your face. Trying to argue against this was utterly hopeless. Whether you agreed or not, one thing was clear—Mel had inherited far more than just her mother’s ambition.

You turned to Sevika.

“Beside that, Jinx is...'' You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Difficult. Other parents have started complaining. If something isn’t done, things will escalate. Frankly, it’s lucky they have me as their teacher. If it were anyone else, this meeting would be happening in the principal’s office. Mel would be facing detention—and Jinx? They’re pushing for the school to take action against her behavior.”

Sevika frowned,. “What kind of ‘action’ are we talking about?”

You hesitated. “If she keeps this up… she’s looking at suspension. Or worse, expulsion.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened. You could see the way her fingers curled into fists on her lap, but she stayed quiet, waiting. Tring to process everything.

Ambessa observed listening.

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “But I don’t think it has to come to that.”

Both women raised an eyebrow.

“Jinx is difficult, yes, but she’s not beyond help.” You leaned forward slightly, setting your papers aside. “I'm the only one notice this but she’s brilliant. Creative. She sees things differently than most students. But she needs guidance. If she keeps being left to her own devices, she’ll keep lashing out, keep pushing boundaries because she thinks she has no other choice.”

Sevika scoffed. “And what? You think a few pep talks will fix her?”

You shook your head. “No, but structure will.”

That made them pause.

You took it as your cue to explain. “Jinx needs something to focus on—something that keeps her mind busy but also gives her a sense of accomplishment. Right now, she’s just rebelling for the sake of rebelling. If we redirect that energy into something productive, she won’t feel the need to cause trouble.”

Ambessa leaned forward, interested. “And you have a suggestion?”

You nodded. “I do.”

Both women waited, watching you carefully.

“Jinx is inventive. Give her an outlet for that. If she had a structured mentorship—something that challenged her, gave her a goal—I think she’d thrive.” You looked at Sevika. “She respects you. If you took on a more active role in guiding her, I think she’d respond.”

Sevika exhaled, running a hand through her short hair. “Tch. So, what, I become her life coach now?”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “Not a life coach. Just… someone who helps her channel that creativity before it turns destructive.”

Sevika huffed, “Look, I’m not against it or anything, but I know that kid. She won’t cooperate.”

You met her gaze, undeterred. “Well, if it doesn’t work out, at least we tried, right?” You tilted your head, offering a knowing smile. “I’d rather take the initiative than live with the guilt of not helping at all.”

A heavy silence followed.

Both women stared at you.

Then—Ambessa move, her voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere.

“And what about you?”

You blinked. “Me?”

“You clearly care about that child,” Ambessa said, voice steady. “Enough to come up with a plan instead of just pushing for punishment. You’re willing to put in extra effort. Are you offering to take responsibility for this?”

You hesitated—but only for a moment. “Yes.”

The weight of both their stares settled on you, heavier than before.

Sevika studied you for a long moment before shaking her head with a low chuckle. “Gotta say, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had that kind of fire in you. I underestimated you, dove..”

Ambessa smirked, her gaze lingering—too long, too deliberate. “Neither did I.”

The way her eyes trailed over you, pausing at your lips, the exposed curve of your neck. You can't help but bit your lip going nervous.

There was something different in the way they looked at you now. Not just as a teacher. Not just as someone in the room. Your heart pounded as they spoke, as they sing you praises. It made your stomach tighten, heat creeping up your skin. You weren’t used to this. To their attention.

You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your skin burned under their gazes. “S-so… do we have a deal?”

Sevika exhaled through her nose, giving you a lopsided grin. “Fine. But if she drives me crazy, I’m sending that kid back”

You let out a small laugh, though it came out shakier than you intended. “Fair enough.”

You busied yourself with the papers in front of you, hoping to ground yourself. “W-well, I think that’s all for today. I’ll provide an update on the procedure soon.” You stole a glance at your watch. “Oh—look at that. Almost five already. We should all be heading out.”

You stood quickly, eager to put some distance between you and the tension coiling in the room. But before you could take a step, they didn’t move.

In fact, they were watching you.

Sevika tilted her head slightly amuse. “You in a hurry?”

You hesitated. “…I just thought—”

“Thought no one would be around anymore?” Ambessa’s voice was velvet-smooth, a slow hum that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze sharp. “Even better.”

Your breath caught Before you could figure it out.

“That was quite impressive,” Ambessa continued, her fingers tapping lightly against the table. “The way you handled this situation. Far better than I expected. You’re far more capable than I initially assumed.” Her lips curved. “Especially for someone so young.”

Heat coiled low in your stomach.

“That’s why I believe rewards should be given where they’re due.”

Your pulse stuttered.

''R-reward?''

Ambessa smirked, tilting her head slightly as she studied you. "Yes. You went beyond your duty as a teacher. Instead of simply handing out punishment, you sought a solution. If it were any other teacher, this situation would have escalated into something far more troublesome." Her voice dropped a note lower, rich and deliberate. “That was… commendable.”

Her eyes flickered with some those menacing stare. You make a panicked sound. This is starting to feels dirty and wrong and your shaking with need clunging to the last threads of reason, scrambling for an excuse, any excuse, to put an end to this before it spiraled further. But your thoughts were sluggish, drowning beneath the weight of your devil mind to let go of your restrain.

Both women had been flirting with you from the very beginning, and now they were starting to push even deeper. Honestly, you wanted to applaud yourself for lasting this long. You were the type to give in easily—especially when it came to older, gorgeous, devastatingly buff women like them.

You should stop this. You had to stop this.

You were a teacher. A professional. A second parent to their child. You had no business being tangled in the dangerous game of a parent and her secret lover. You didn’t want to be caught in their web. And yet, your body betrayed you—your breath coming too fast, your hands gripping the desk just to keep steady. You could feel your thighs press together, desperate for relief. Their attention.

“Why not sit first and tell me…” Ambessa murmured, voice smooth, intoxicating. “What do you want?”

Your stomach flipped, and you obeyed.

Your mind screaming, it was drowning—drowning on the lewd thoughts that was clawing their way to the surface, desperate to break free.

“I—” Your breath hitched as you quickly shook your head. “That’s not necessary. I was just doing my job.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle, stretching out in her chair, watching you like a cat eyeing prey.

Ambessa hummed, her smirk never faltering. “Mm. A selfless one, aren’t you? little one” Her eyes dipped—to your lips—before returning to your face, her expression calm but lude.

Your pulse pounded. The way they watches me—God, you can’t breathe. The room suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Your eyes flickered to the door, mind racing, trying to calculate the possibilities of escape. But one look at them, at the predatory amusement in their gazes, and you knew—

They weren’t going to let you go that easily.

Sevika hummed “Come on dove, everyone wants something.”

“I don’t,” you insisted, trying to process everything “I mean—I don’t have anything in mind.”

Ambessa tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “No? Nothing at all?”

“Nothing.”

You paralyze on your seat, wishing—praying—for all of this to end before your mind was completely clouded by desire. You don’t know what you want anymore.

But oh, God.

Realizing this was it—your moment—made your breath hitch. This was the exact scenario you had fantasized about, and they were unknowingly granting your lifelong wish. The thought of being their plaything, against your better judgment, to be used as they pleased, sent a shiver down your spine. Your gaze flickered around the room.

There was a pause.

Then, Sevika chuckled, slow and deep, shaking her head as she adjusted her posture. Without warning, she stood, not hurried, not rushed her movements slow and deliberate. Your eyes widen as she started to rounded the desk, her heavy boots echoing against the floor with each step.

You stiffened when she stopped just beside you, leaning at the table, close enough that warmth radiated from her skin. You can smell the scent of smoke, leather, and hers—flooded your senses. Your pulse spiked. Heat coiled low in your stomach.

And then—she leaned down, half-perching on the desk, all casual. “Well, that’s a shame.”

You could barely look at her. “W-why?”

Sevika smirked, slow and sharp, before plucking your pen from the desk, rolling it between her fingers like it was something worth her time. “Because I was thinking of offering something… interesting. Perhaps a thanks for being a good teacher”

You swallowed hard. “W-what do you mean by that?”

Sevika didn’t answer right away. Instead, she moved—slow. She stretched just enough for her muscles to flex beneath her sleeves, and you couldn’t help but distracted. But the moment she noticed, you quickly looked away.

“You seem a little tense, teach.” Sevika voice was low, almost playful. “Relax.. After dealing with two headaches, you must be exhausted. but if you can't think of something i can.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

She tilted her chin toward your desk. “That magazine of yours seemed quite… nice..”

Your soul left your body.

Oh no. No, no, no.

Your breath caught, and you immediately started shaking your head. “It’s not mine! I swear! It was from a friend—she—she put it there—I wasn’t even—”

The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, heat crawling up your neck. Your hands waved in front of you, as if somehow that would make the whole situation disappear. Why did she have to remind you of that? Of course, they wouldn’t let you off the hook that easily especially as memorable as that.

Sevika chuckled, a low, rich sound. “You’re panicking, teach.”

“I’m not—”

Before you could say another word, Sevika reached forward, and in one smooth motion, she pressed a single finger against your lips. Silencing you.

You froze.

The warmth of her touch—pressed between your lips—sent a pulse of heat straight through you. Your breath hitched, eyes going wide as she leaned in slightly, her expression unreadable. Panic and desire coiled inside you, twisting together in a dizzying mix.

You wanted what Sevika was telling you. God, Lord, you wanted it so badly—needed it.

But you couldn’t.

Could you?

“Shhh,”Sevika murmured, the corner of her mouth.

Your pulse thundered in your ears. You were gasping, writhing, pulsing, trying to make her stop before you do exactly what it will take to get you trouble.

But before you do, Sevika took your hand in hers. slowly, deliberately. Her grip was firm and warm. You didn’t even have time to react before she lifted it to her lips—And pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against your knuckles. Your stomach flipped.

The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It lingered. Her lips barely ghosted over your skin—soft yet teasing, like she was testing, taunting, waiting to see how you’d react. Somehow, everything she did became unbearably erotic, every touch, every movement. Your body felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of emotions crashing over you.

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching in her hold.

“Sevika,” Ambessa drawled, watching at the side. Shifting you back to reality.

Sevika didn’t even look up. “What? Just giving our teacher here a proper thank-you.”

You were expecting Ambessa to stop Sevika. To put an end to this. But instead, she just smirked, shaking her head.. “Quite bold..” Then, in one smooth motion, she stood.

Your heart nearly stopped when she walked toward the door.

Click.

You jolted as the sound of the lock turning echoed through the room.

Slowly, so slowly, Ambessa turned back to face you, her caramel eyes gleaming. And then she started come to you as well.

Panic seized you, your throat tightening as you barely managed to swallow. Your fingers gripped the arms of your chair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. Ambessa moved, coming to a stop on your other side—now, they were each flanking you.

It was ten times worse. You could barely handle Sevika alone and now here she was. They loomed over you, their presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way.

To your left, Sevika watched you with sharp, knowing eyes, drinking you in with an intensity that made your thighs press together involuntarily.

To your right, Ambessa stood tall, poised, utterly in control. When you dared to glance up at her, your breath hitched—just in time to see her undoing the fur black scarf around her neck. The fabric slipped away slowly, revealing more of her deep neckline—the soft plump of her cleavage, the way her dress framed her figure perfectly.

Oh. Oh, no. You were so done for.

“No need to be afraid, little one,” Ambessa murmured, her voice smooth, assured. “No one will know but us. No one is around to disturb or stop us. This is your moment to grant your fantasy, isn’t it? I’m not blind to the way you look at us with those adorable eyes of yours…”

Her words dripped with amusement, with certainty, as if she already knew your answer—knew exactly where this would all heading into.

Sevika’s grip on your hand tightened—firm, commanding. Then, Ambessa with deliberate ease, lifted your other hand, guiding it to her mascular thigh. The moment your fingers brushed against her skin, a jolt of electricity shot through you enough to make you gasp.

The sound must have pleased them because they both smirked, their expressions dark with amusement, with intent.

Being seduced by them was an instant, heavenly death.

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Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Forgive me for taking so long to update. My exams and projects have been driving me insane. I feel like I rushed this. Happy reading!!

Part III (Final)

Ambessa’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest, the sound reverberating through you as her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone. “Calm yourself, little one,” she murmured, “You’re trembling.”

How could you not? When two undeniable hot woman beside you eating up your personal space. The barely banked heat in their gaze, flaring hotter by every second.

Sevika, still at your side, had begun to undo the buttons of your blouse with a patience that made the act all the more unbearable. One by one, the fabric loosened, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as she undid the first button, then the second—

You shut your eyes, turning your face away.

...

But then… nothing.

Your brows meet. Confused. The absence of movement made you hesitate. A heavy silence settled between the three of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to find them both watching you.

Assessing. Waiting.

Sevika’s grip loosened, and Ambessa’s touch, though still warm against your skin, no longer roamed as freely.

“If you don’t want this, we won’t force you. We’d never force ourselves on you—especially after everything you’ve done for us.” Sevika murmured, her voice lower now, almost hesitant.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to protest. You were expected them to jump you, to rip off your clothes and fuck you against your office table surface. You didn’t expect them to give you a choice. An escape. And in a rational thing to do, is to take it.

And yet…

They were wrong.. You had never been this aroused in your entire life. They had no idea what they had done to you. Enough to make you abonden your morals. You knew the right answer, the responsible one—the one that would keep you on the right side of the line. But that line had already blurred the moment their hands made a move.

And yet…you were touched by their restraint. That they weren’t actually forcing their way to you—they wanted you willing, unraveling, lost in their hands of your own accord.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part.

Because you didn’t want them to stop. Too needy to stop.

Heat surged to your cheeks, and you looked away, pulse hammering. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you muttered, “I… I didn’t say you should stop.”

Silence.

Then—two smirks.

Sevika’s the corner of her mouth lifting in satisfaction. Ambessa’s, however, was something else entirely.

The older woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, “Then ask for it.”

Your stomach twisted, realizing what she meant “I—”

Ambessa tutted, the sound sending a shiver down your skin. “Beg, teacher.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to submit—God, you needed to. Desire burned through you, searing away any hesitation. You were past the point of reason, past caring about consequences.

You wanted to be bad, to be dirty. To let them do anything they wanted to you. This wouldn’t last forever—you knew that. But right now, you didn’t care. Right now, you’d take whatever they were willing to give. And you’d beg for more.

Sevika chuckled beside you, her grip firming once more around your chest, thumb stroking over your pulse point. “Go on,dove” she murmured. “Let’s hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, pride warring against the undeniable need burning inside you. The weight of their attention pressed against your skin, scorching, relentless. And when Ambessa’s fingers began to slid just a little higher up to your thigh.

“Shi-.'' You moaned.

"Beg," Ambessa commanded, her voice rich and smooth, like silk wrapping around your senses. You look into her caramal eyes full of desire. "I want to hear it properly."

You swallowed hard, heat burning through every inch of your skin. You already felt so exposed, so utterly at their mercy, but you wanted—needed—more.

"Please," you whispered, a desperate moan slipping out as Ambessa’s fingers hovered mere inches from where you craved them most.

You clenched your fists, your pulse pounded in your ears, every second stretching unbearably long. Sevika’s fingers ghosted along the buttons of your blouse again, her touch lingered just at the edge, barely grazing the swell of your exposed skin through the parted fabric.

A shudder wracked through you as her fingertips traced over the curve of your cleavage.. A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt the way you trembled beneath her touch.

Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. "P-please… do anything you want to me. I don’t care anymore… just—please touch me."

Their concern melted into something far more wicked. Ambessa smirked, her fingers ghosting along your jaw. Your breath escapes in a shudder and you fight not to lean into her. Your not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like your a toy for them to play with, a doll here only for their amusement and pleasure.

At the thought, desire lights you up like you never seen before

“You heard her,” Ambessa murmured, amusement threading through her voice. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

Sevika smirked, “Then we won’t.”

Sevika immediately undid the rest of your buttons, parting your blouse to reveal the delicate lace of your bra. You inhaled sharply, heat crawling up your skin as her eyes darkened.

''You look so beautiful.. dove'' Sevika said before dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare your tits. Her fingers immedietly cup, squeezing and pinching both of your nipples and you jerk back against her, fighting down a moan. Your panting with desire as she circles your nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

“Have you even been with a woman before?” Sevika eyes lock on yours.

You swallowed hard. C-can't focus enough'' “Y-yes… once.”

Sevika and Ambessa exchanged a pleasant look.

“Go on,” Sevika prompted, voice low, coaxing.

You hesitated, feeling as if you were confessing a sin. You cannot think straight with Sevika playing on your nipples. “I-It was from my neighborhood… A middle-aged single mother. H-her husband cheated and abandoned her. She was lonely, and I— I helped her relieve some stress.”

A slow, approving hum rumbled in Ambessa’s throat. “Naughty child,” she murmured, her grip on your waist tightend. “Not what I expected from our innocent teacher. So, you like older women, hmm?”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t meet their gazes, knowing all too well the heat, the amusement—perhaps even the hunger—lurking in their eyes. Instead, you nodded, they were gravely satisfied at your unexpected kind of response.

Sevika smirked, “And not just any older women. You want to be overpowered. Tossed around. Fucked senseless by women who can ruin you.”

You gasped at her words, at how your own desires were laid bare—exposed and undeniable. A deep, shameful moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You didn't correct or deny her, which only confirmed their assumption.

Ambessa chuckled, her voice curling around you like smoke. She looked devastatingly beautiful—no, not just her, but both of them are.

“That’s what you were thinking when you first saw us, wasn’t it?” Her fingers drifted lazily along your thigh, grazing over your heated skin with an infuriating lightness. “A woman straight out of your fantasies—something out of those magazines you’ve stashed away.”

Your breath hitched, shame and arousal twisting into a knot deep in your stomach.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmured, “How your eyes widened in realization when you first saw us… Not just some normal typical parents, but a pair of powerful women—big, strong, and more than capable of handling a little thing like you. Answer me, child”

You desperately nodded in response to Ambessa, overwhelmed by arousal and dizziness. Their words alone was like enough to make you come, the effect they had on you undeniable. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind spinning.

Sevika hummed in agreement, “Turns out our sweet little teacher isn’t so innocent after all.”

You were moaning, helpless under Sevika’s touch until a firm hand suddenly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up.

“Come.. child” Ambessa’s voice was low,

Before you could even process her words, her lips crashed onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A whimper escaped you—soft, needy. Her lips was soft. And so so good and sweet just like you expect her to be. She taste like expensive wine. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. God, the way she kissed you made your toes curl, your thighs clenching around. She was practically devouring your mouth while cupping your jaw to angle your head exactly where she wants it so she can plunge deep.

Ambessa pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Look at you… so submissive,” she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction. “This is what you want, isn’t it, teacher?”

You barely hesitated before nodding, eyes dark with lust. Your ability to talk was been taken from you ever since they started to devoured you.

Her smirk deepened. “Such perfect timing… Sevika and I have been looking for a plaything.”

Your drew a sharp breath. “D-did I pass…?”

Ambessa humed, a rich, indulgent sound. “Oh, you passed so well.”

Then—movement. A sudden shift as firm hands guided you.

You nearly yelped as Sevika grab your ass and lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, her strength undeniable. Before you could fully process it, she push you down, parting your legs with ease placing herself between—leaving you utterly beneath their heated gazes. Your cheeks burned, a flush creeping down your neck. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but firm hands stopped you—one from each side.

Realization struck like lightning. You were laid out on your own office desk. The door loomed ahead of you, locked— the school was not practically empty yet anyone could have walked in. Your co-teacher, janitor or even your student. And the thought of being caught—of someone seeing you like this, with two powerful women claiming you—only made you hornier.

“W-Wait, this is embarrassing…” you protested, voice barely above a breath.

Ambessa chuckled,. “Oh, little one…. It’s far too late for second thoughts now.”

Your legs squirmed as Sevika’s fingers skillfully worked the zipper of your pencil skirt. You couldn’t help but bite your lip with anticipation.

Then—she dragged the fabric up, slow and deliberate, skirt up around your waist and panties dangling loosely from one ankle to give them free access to your now bare pussy.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then—a sharp slap. A startled moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Ambessa just slap your needy pussy! The sting bloomed across your cunt. sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You felt your pussy started to get even wetter at what she did.

"Stay still, little one," Ambessa’s voice was firm, authoritative.

You tried—God, you tried—but with both of them so close, so intent on you, staying steady was impossible.

Sevika then started tracing you with her fingers, teasing you, examining you. “Fuck.. your pussy looks so good. Tell me what this pretty wet pussy needs, dove. Ask us properly and we’ll give it to you.”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t figure out what answer should you give. In the end, you can only tell the truth. “T-touch me.. Make me come... fuck me.. Please. i can't take it anymore..”

Their hand shifts instantly and cups your pussy. We exhale shakily. Having both of their strong fingers together touching… you cry out. ''Fuck!''

"You like that, huh?" Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're dripping, little one. And look at you..." She let out a low chuckle as she presses a finger into your pussy with slow, teasing strokes. "You're moving your hips, chasing our touch. Were you this wet for us? little one ”

“Y-yes,” you moan. You writhe back, trying to take them deeper. “I wanted both of your fingers so bad.”

Ambessa’s smirked and comply, her hot fingers parted your lips taking her time exploring your entrance before diving two fingers inside making you moan louder. Meanwhile, Sevika’s grip tightened as she tugged at your sensitive clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your head tipped back, a continuos moan spilling free, unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but squirm—too much!

Two pairs of strong, massive hands from butch femme older woman explored your pussy like it were their new favorite toy, teasing and claiming in tandem. Ohh .... The overwhelming sensation had you trembling, your body arching into their touch. They were driving you insane!

Then—suddenly—a hand covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shh…” Sevika voice was a low, “I know it feels amazing, dove, but keep yourself quiet… unless you want us to get caught.”

A thrill shot through you at her warning. You didn't even realize you were moaning so loud. Heat climb out your cheeks. Heart pounding, you nodded obediently, swallowing down another desperate moan.

...

Both of your hands on your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Their fingers worked you mercilessly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. Your slickness coated their digits.

Just a minute ago, you were conducting a personal parent-teacher meeting with the parents of your two most mischievous students. That was what you were supposed to be doing. And yet, here you are pressed against your desk as they break your pussy relentlesly.

You had told yourself that you were a professional. That you would never allow anything inappropriate to happen in your office—especially in school. But that promise had long since you stumble upon like Ambessa and Sevika.

How could you resist? These two women—gorgeous, beautiful, and utterly smoking hot—felt like beings carved from myth, like Greek goddesses descending upon and you were just a mere helpless mortal. You felt lucky enough that they grace you with their attention.

Ambessa pushed another fingers inside your pussy, fast and deliberate, stretching you open with ease. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she watched you struggle to stay silent. Your spine buckle coudn't lay straight any longer and let your head fall back against the desk.

Not to be outdone, Sevika suddenly slid in two of her own, filling you alongside Ambessa, their combined movements leaving you utterly helpless. Stretching you wider than you can handle. They were practically degrading your pussy together. They keep on pushing more with those wide strong fingers against your G-spot combining works on your clit with their other hand. One of Sevika’s hands remained possessively on your breast.

Above you, the ceiling blurred from your vision, lost in the overwhelming sensation of their hands began stroking in and out guiding you to ruin. You moan and roll your hips as much as you can, chasing the building pressure deep inside you...your so close to coming, almost sobbing.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Sevika looked at you, a small smile tugging her lips. " Are you going to come?"

You bit your lip, trying not to lose control. Your hips started thrusting erratically, with a desperate need to cum. "Yesss...."

They continued making it faster, spreading your thighs wider for more access, gaze never leaving you. Then, they stopped and pulled out their hand.

The moment they stopped, a desperate whine escaped your lips. Wide, pleading eyes flicked between the two older women—eyes that felt utterly betrayed by their sudden withdrawal. Your breath came slow and shaky as you tried to steady the flicker of frustration bubbling beneath your skin. How could they just leave you like that!!?

Before you could protest, Sevika’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward until you were barely sitting on the edge of the desk. Your legs dangled, unsteady, but Sevika’s firm grasp on your thighs keeping your feet from touching the ground.

Your breath hitched as Ambessa slid in beside you. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you upright, while your arms instinctively clung to her delicious muscular arm for balance.

Your heart pounded as anticipation coiled tightly in your stomach.

You had a bad feeling. A deliciously bad feeling.

You watch with wide eyes as Sevika goes to her knees placing your thigh on her shoulder. She push your chair back to make room, and then she’s between your legs, her big hands spreading them wider. She exhale at the sight of your pussy. Your knew you were dripping wet. Sevika blows out a long breath directly over your clit and this time you can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.

Sevika growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”

Ambessa in the side use her free hand to part your pussy, putting your on full vulgar display for them.

“Fucking beautiful” Ambessa said before she pull your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god—” Your breath, barely able to form words.

Ambessa smirked, before tipping her chin toward Sevika. “Do it.”

Sevika smirked and nodded, "Hope you'll like your reward.. dove''

Her grip on you tightening just slightly holding your gaze before she presses an open-mouth kiss to your pussy. You bite your lip hard to keep a moan inside. You slump back in the table but with ambessa holding you still you can barely move as you accept sevikas as she works you with her mouth.

Sevika laid her tongue, wide and flat at the bottom of your little pink opening and dragged it up, savoring your sweet flavor. A sharp cry of pleasure spilled from your lips, muffled as you bit down to contain it as Sevika’s tongue continue to assaulted your pussy with a barrage of relentless licks and sucking.

Ambessa didn’t let the moment slip past her. A strong hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her intense gaze before she claimed your mouth—tongues and teeth clashing in a kiss just shy of vicious. Dominant. Demanding. Your once depleated failed orgasm rising up once again but much more intense than last time as the two woman work together.

Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing sevika's tongue, desperate for more. A ragged moan spilled from your lips

It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop. Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move, but they have you too effectively wrapped up. Your helpless to do anything but take it.

Ambessa’s hands found your tits, as if savoring the shape of you beneath her fingertips. You can feel her massive hand on your breast, her thumb stroking the hardened peak of your nipple. Her lips barely left yours, stealing your breath with every kiss, deep and consuming.

Then Ambessa let go of your lips before she dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped.”

Ambessa took one of your perky pink nipples into her warm mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. The sensation sent rising pleasure in ripples through your body and made you grind harder against Sevika. Ambessa pinched you rother sensitive little nipple as she nibbled on the one already in her mouth her tongue feels so devastatingly hot. You cried out loudly with pleasure.

God, you felt fucking incredible. The intensity was unbearable—you could die from it, and you wouldn’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless.

Ambessa lifted her head, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. She met your gaze, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

“What a little slut you are, teacher,” she mused. “Here you are—bare, legs spread open on your own desk while we devour you... anyone could walk in.”

The filthy truth of her words sent you spiraling. The thought of being their little slut, completely at their mercy, only made you aroused more.You will be more than willing to be their little slut.

Sevika, ever impatient, let out a low muffle as she slipped two fingers inside your hot, dripping, needy wet pussy and closed her lips around your sensitive clit, applying light suction and flicking her tongue back and forth. Your almost there. And they knew it. You ripple around her fingers with pleasure with every lick, flick, and bit of suction.

"Oh god, so good—ohh, I'm coming!" Your mindlessly working yourself onto their touch. More, more, more. You need more. You don’t even care. You feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when your with them. You don’t understand it, but you can’t stop.

As much as you want to savor it longer.. it was too much, too intense. Your fingers tangled in Sevika’s hair as a sob tore from your throat, come harder than you could have thought possible. A cry escaped your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You come so hard, you shriek, your hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Sevika's face.

You could barely registered the way Ambessa held you steady, keeping you from collapsing entirely. You might actually black out—your mind hazy, every nerve tingling. You weren’t sure if the wetness on your skin was sweat or tears, but it didn’t matter. Your wrung out. Gloriously empty.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, so oversensitized that even the slightest touch felt like too much. They were incredible—far beyond anything you had imagined. That was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Nothing compared to it, and nothing ever would.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stand, proud and smug, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Your breath faltered as you took in the sight—your juices smeared at her from cheek to cheek, nose to chin. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. Like she wasn’t nearly satisfied enough.

"Come here," Ambessa commanded.

Sevika surprisingly complied without hesitation, stepping forward. Your breath hitched as Ambessa cupped Sevika’s jaw, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. The sight stole the air from your lungs.

They were both so powerful, so commanding in their own ways— here they were, engaged in a slow battle of control, tasting and savoring one another, and you were caught in the middle of it. The heat in your stomach started to build once again, your pulse hammering as you watched Ambessa drag her tongue over Sevika’s lips, teasing, claiming, indulging the taste of you still lingering between them.

Oh god.

And they look so fucking good like you imagine it to be. Tall and buff women making out infront of you was chef kiss. You cross your legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat started to building inside you. The urge to touch yourself while they make out..

When they finally pulled apart, a string of something dark and unspoken passed between them..

“She tastes sweet,” Ambessa murmured, her gaze flickering back to you, studying you like a treasured indulgence.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing over her own lips. “I know, right?” she mused. “It’s addictive.”

“You’re quite the treat, little one,” Ambessa murmured. “But…” She cast a glance toward the locked door, then back to you, her smirk deepening. “A place like this hardly seems fitting for what we have in mind.”

Your breath caught. The weight of their attention made your skin tingle, your mind foggy. This was already reckless—dangerous—she wanted you. Not just her but Sevika too. And you wanted the two of them as well. This was too good just for you to just let go, the connection was to intense for you to end this like this. You wanted more and the though for this to end didn't sent well to you.

But also a sharp pang of guilt settling deep in your chest. Reality came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. This was supposed to be a parent-teacher meeting. You were supposed to be discussing the behavior of two troublesome students. And yet… it had spiraled into a threesome.

Your breath hitched as you straightened up, tugging your blouse together hastily, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You smoothed down the fabric, but the way your hands trembled slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

A firm tug at your waist startled you. You glanced front to find Sevika adjusting your skirt, pulling it down from where it had bunched up, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before smoothing it down properly.

“There,” she murmured, low and satisfied. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

Ambessa, sitting at your desk, smoothen herself down before she took it upon herself to straighten the collar of your blouse, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she brushed away any signs of dishevelment.

You swallowed, glancing between them, the weight of everything settling on your shoulders. "W-what about Jinx and Mel?" The words left you in a breathless whisper, guilt tightening in your throat. "This was supposed to be about them. I—I shouldn't have…"

You knew it was too late to feel guilty just after fucking with them a few second ago, but pretending it was nothing? That, you couldn’t stomach at all. Ambessa must have noticed the shift in your expression. Before you could spiral further, she stepped closer. She reached out, her breast pressing on your spine. You bit your lips.

"Easy," she murmured, voice low, soothing. "No need to be afraid, little one." Her thumb brushed gently over your jaw, "Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until she said it. Slowly, you exhaled.

"You’re overthinking," she said, her voice rich and steady. "This—" she gestured between you all, her smirk never fading "—wasn't a mistake. It wasn't something forced upon you. It was something you wanted."

Your throat tightened. "B-but Jinx… Mel… I was supposed to be their teacher, i shouldn't have done this, i feel like i betrayed them for sleeping with their parents, not…" You trailed off, voice failing.

''You are their teacher," Sevika said, firm infront of you. "And you will continue to be. What happened here doesn’t change that. This isn’t some betrayal of responsibility. You made a choice. And I see no shame in that. The kids can take care of themselves..''

Ambessa nodded. "And as for us… we are grown women, capable of making decisions for ourselves. And we decided we wanted you, just as much as you wanted us."

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her tone. They weren't manipulating you. They weren't brushing aside your concerns. They were simply offering you a truth that you hadn’t allowed yourself to believe.

“You are not doing anything wrong, little one,” Ambessa assured, her voice low and firm, grounding you. “You are not some naive child. You made a choice. And if you regret it, you can walk away now. But something tells me…” Her thumb traced the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what you want.”

You swallowed hard. She was right. You had wanted this. You still wanted this. You wanted more.

Ambessa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. But then, her lips curled into a reassuring smirk. She leaned in, her lips hovering near your ear. “Come to my place,” she murmured. “Where no prying eyes can interrupt us. We can do more than this... we can be more. It’s the perfect Friday night. Imagine two whole days, nonstop, just the three of us, little one.”

A thrill ran through you. Your mind began to play out endless scenarios, each one more tempting than the last. Just the thought of it was driving your desire higher and higher.

Sevika smiled, step toward you enough for her breast to press on yours while Ambessa was behind your back. “Unless you prefer we stop here, teach.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Every logical thought screamed that this was dangerous, reckless. But your body, your heart, craved the heat of their touch, the way they looked at you like you were something to be cherished.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s thigh started to pressed between yours legs and shamelessly enough you grind meeting her movement. While Ambessa started to caress your abdomen under your blouse. You barely recognized the needy whimper that escaped your lips. Your naked cunt under your skirt once again started to drench.

You exhaled, slow and shaky, before finally whispering, “N-no… we don’t.”

FIN

(What a dream rotation! Anyway another finish project!)

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