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sexysapphicshopowner · 4 months

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread

🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!

🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.

🤎 Word count: 2.7k

🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop

🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends

🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on

🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were

🤎 You started the same day

🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together

🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks

🤎 She's no better either

🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up

🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work

🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot

🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend

🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own

🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together

🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend

🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially

🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup

🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two

🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her

🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with

🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another

🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself

🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell

🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke

🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.

🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk

🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest

🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest

🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.

🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....

🤎 You were out like a light afterward

🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you

🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates

🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."

🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr

🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now

🤎 Then comes Christmastime

🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop

🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)

🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop

🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted

🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you

🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa

🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything

🤎 Not this year

🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it

🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you

🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless

🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often

🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around

🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it

🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week

🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone

🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was

🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you

🤎 Back to Secret Santa though

🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year

🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point

🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point

🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year

🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up

🤎 You are not happy about that fact

🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek

🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree

🤎 You decide to play her at her own game

🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well

🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body

🤎 You two are best friends

🤎 Best friends.

🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple

🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship

🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair

🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing

🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”)

🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight

🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress

🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh

🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat

🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you

🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party

🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off

🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.”

🤎 She’s flustered all night

🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you

Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment.

The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her.

She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier.

You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again.

You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you.

You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.”

Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up.

It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.”

You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.”

“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?”

If only you know, huh?

You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.”

“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts.

Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift.

You didn’t get anything.

There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika.

With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...”

“So?”

“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....”

“Yeah?”

She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say.

She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you.

She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?”

You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.”

That did not help her calm down.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-”

Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering.

You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.”

You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside.

You knew that necklace anywhere.

She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place.

She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl.

You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight.

Neither was your makeup when you started crying.

She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt.

“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....”

“You do?”

You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.”

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.”

“You’re cute.”

“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.”

She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...”

You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.”

“As are you, your point?”

“My poi-”

“Look at me when you talk, sweets.”

She knew what the fuck she was doing.

Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...”

“I love you too....”

“So....”

“So?”

“What now?”

She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.”

Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing.

She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon.

Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs.

You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.”

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crazy-freak · 27 days

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❝You snuck into her camp... ❞

❗MDNI 18+❗

☞⚢WLW ABBY ANDERSON⚢☜

content warning: swearing idk LOL just be warned.

❀ description: ❀ Abby has created a small settlement, who's citizens worship her like she's a god. The small city was presumably impenetrable, until you found a way in. You dug your way under a fence that was manned by a scarce amount of guards, arriving in the minuscule world, weed safely secured in your tattered backpack. Your plans to sell here, make a quick buck, and then escape were quickly stopped, soldiers discovering you almost instantly after you popped out of the lazily dug hole. They brought you to their leader, Abby Anderson. Abby Anderson who's reputation was so terrifying it stretched across the post-apocalyptic world. Abby Anderson who used torture methods from various ancient cultures to harm her victims, hanging people who looked at her wrong, bloody eagle-ing anyone who betrayed her, cutting a liar 1000 times and so on. She was sure to be your reckoning.

Your dry lips are forced to scrape against the dirt floor beneath you, a combat boot wedged cruelly between your shoulder blades. You allow your eyes to flutter shut, long lashes fluttering against your marred skin. These next few hours will be the final moments of your life, and you are extremely regretful that it will be spent at the torture of Abby Anderson, instead of under a hot girl, or behind a joint. The foot presses harder against your clothed back, your sore skin barely covered by the thin, moth bitten tank top you stole from an abandoned store.

A shiver wants to tumble down your spine, but you cage the reaction. If you are going to die at the strong hands of Abby, you shall strive to at least keep some of your dignity. Your fingers twitch, your arms already beginning to go numb because of the coarse rope that ties your wrists behind your back. You open your eyes, narrowing them on abby. You curse her under your breath, allowing the rage and disgust you feel to spill into your irises.

Abby sits with her legs spread in the presumably handmade wooden throne. It looks as if it was made for her strong frame, pieces of wood curling to give her a place to rest her maddening arms. And as you peer up at her, you can't help but gulp. Abby is a predator, she is a conquerer, and she will destroy you. Her bored, but beautiful, ice blue eyes flit over you with the same interest as looking at a sack of potatoes. Your breath catches in your throat as she tilts her head, bringing her fingers to her lips.

"Found this one trying to get in." Her loyal soldier announces, his annoying voice splintering the tense silence. Abby's eyes flick to him, and you almost sigh in relief at her piercing stare being directed towards someone else.

"She's not infected." He clarifies, stepping off your back but still standing close by, a stone coloured rifle clutched in his meaty hands, reassuring you of your fate. Your tired, and your body is covered in various scrapes and cuts from the journey here, which you were kindly dragged through. Any patience, or resistance against your own defiant nature was warn thin, and now you could not stop the fire in your tone, the disobedience in your eyes.

"Hurry up and kill me Anderson." you seethe, "I've heard of your reputation. You've torn people limb from limb for less. Stop fuckin' toying with me." Your southern accent seeps through your words.

The boot is instantly back in its a position, and the ice cold barrel of the rifle presses strongly into your shoulder. You should be afraid of the soldier on your back, but your too obsessed with abby's reaction to your words. She smirks, her chapped pink lips stretching across her stupidly pretty face. She spreads her legs wider, leaning forward in the seat, all her attention on you.

"You got nerve baby," She begins, and you wriggle in your restraints, rubbing your thighs together involuntarily. "Your fucking bratty, aren't you?" She asks, her smooth like honey voice, laced with a rumble of danger shoots straight to your core. The gun is pressed into you harder, and you can hear shuffling, like the solider is adjusting his position. ''You want me to get rid of 'er boss?" The man inquires, his voice needy, and clearly desperate for abby's approval. Everything about abby screams dominance and power, her commanding voice, her cocky words, her fit bod, and her body language. She shakes her head, her long golden braid moving on her shoulder.

"No, bring her closer." She demands, leaning back in her throne. The gun and boot lift, before your yanked up by the ropes, and pulled towards abby. You struggle slightly, knowing its pointless, but wanting to make it some kind of challenge. The guard casts you to the floor, your body making impact with a thud. You shoulders and side ache as you wince, curling in on yourself slightly.

You shut your eyes again, breathing deeply as you try to hold the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks. Your going to die, and your not ready for it. Your body begins to shake, but its slight enough the abby doesn't notice. You inhale sharply, regulating your emotions. Don't show weakness, don't grant her your pain, you tell yourself.

"Not the floor." Abby announces, "Between my legs. Make her kneel." She commands, eyes tracing over your body. Your tugged upwards, and shoved closer, on your knees before her. You let out small grunts, your eyes popping open. And you can't lie to yourself, she does look god-like from below.

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bratprincedyke · 1 year

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Satisfying my leatherdyke boot kink

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ultraviolencesaints · 10 months

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i finally got my lana lighter

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sapphiclesbli · 9 days

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cheriedarliingz · 13 days

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sigmahimejoshi · 2 months

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Dom who sends you pictures of the new strap on they bought every time they add more to their collection and they always ask you to come over so they can test it out on you and pretend to use you as their little guinea pig when in reality they just love to fuck you!

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m0mmys-brat · 3 months

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wish I had a mommy to “help” me with my homework right now…🙈🥺

Wanna feel them behind me in bed right now while I’m on my laptop reading articles about philosophy & hear their whisper of praise in my ear after I answer each question..

“Good girl kitten, keep going & I’ll have a treat for you when you’re finished”

All while they’re roaming their hands down my sides squeezing my thighs.

as i try & fail to stop whimpering & getting a swat to the side of my thigh when my eyes close.

“Uh uh kitten, eyes open focus & finish your work for mommy.”

Sliding their hands back up slipping under my shirt, undoing my bra & pulling it down to have their hands on my naked tits

All while I’m a squirming whining puddle under them…

They keep whispering all the things they’ll do to me once I’ve finished & I end up with my panties soaked until I finish my work 🙈

😩 all I can think about while doing this homework right now….

PLEASE I NEED A MOMMY IN MY DMS. ASKS. ANONS. IM BEGGING. 😭

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crazy-freak · 5 days

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❝You snuck into her camp... ❞ part 2!!

❗MDNI 18+❗

☞⚢WLW ABBY ANDERSON⚢☜

content warning: BIT CHEEKY

❀ description: ❀ NONE LOL

You almost whine at this compromising position. Its suggestive, your arms tied behind your back, your face inches away from abby’s crotch. She must know how uncomfortable you feel, her eyes lighting up as a smirk stretches across her chiseled face.

"Leave us." She asserts, her tone unwelcoming of arguments. Your eyes scan over what you can see, and when you turn your head you watch as the loyal, dog-like soldiers retreat from the room without a whisper. You dread locking eyes with abby again, so when you turn back, you keep your gaze on the floor. The hall now being empty, is intimidating beyond belief.

"Look at me." Abby's smooth voice says, her tone so calm its alarming. You know Abby's not calm, and you're aware of the fact that she's playing nice just to coerce you. And in a feeble attempt to disobey her, you refuse. The cold air spreads goosebumps along your skin, as you squeeze your eyes tighter, gnawing on your chapped lips. Your body is still shaking softly, the short denim shorts that hug your thighs offering no comfort. Abby inhales sharply, frustration evident in the action.

Strong fingers grip your chin unsuspectedly, and you gasp, immediately trying to rip yourself from abby's grasp. Her thick fingers are warm on your skin, as she forces you to look at her, panic swirling in your wide eyes.

"There we go." She assures, an almost proud look shimmering in her eyes. You hate the way you bask in it. Her fingers move off of your chin, trailing over your head and brushing down the flyaways jutting out from your messy locks.

She strokes your hair gently, running her fingers carefully through your knotty hair, her eyes admiring how your hair looks when it catches in the light. You settle slightly, allowing her touch to melt the tenseness your body was trapped in. You let your eyes flutter shut, your lashes kissing your cheeks as you relish in her attention. This moment is a contrast to herself, and you know that. You know that Abby is not soft, or sweet. She's a machine, a force not to be messed with. Yet, you permit yourself to be lost in the moment of weakness, selfishly uncaring of your possible demise.

Her fingers curl around a thick section of hair, and she tugs, hard enough for a sharp pain to erupt on your scalp, and your eyes to burst open.

"What the fuck?" You snarl, eyes narrowed anger. You should have suspected that the bubble of kindness she created would burst. Her grip only tightens in your hair and you squint. "You think you could just sneak into my fuckin' city to sell your bunk drugs, without consequences? All because I played with your hair?," She sickeningly laughs, "Come on baby don't be daft." She growls, her jaw hard, her eyebrows furrowed, the playful smirk wiped from her face. Even her body posture has changed, her arms tense and strong, a vein pulsing on her neck. Now you can see the inhumanity in her eyes, the unmerciful ruthlessness.

"I told you," You begin, voice hoarse, "To fucking kill me already."

She scoffs, annoyed and intrigued with your pure stupidity.

She yanks you up by your hair, the pain burning your head like hot fury, and forces you to sit on her spread thighs. Your fight her, moving like a worm on a hook. You're really pissed off now, cussing and insulting abby and you whip your head around, your hair flipping about audibly. Your legs are spread, as your wrestled onto one thigh. This new position is worse then ever before, the pressure against your core threatening to make you delirious. You have to get up, so you continue to struggle.

"Fuckin' stay still." She grunts, and yet you continue to thrash, ignoring her command. Big mistake.

One hand grabs your hips cruelly firmly, the other wrapping around her throat. Her massive fingers dwarf your own strong neck, as she compels you to stop.

Her nostrils flare, her eyes looking up at you in this new position.

"You're fucking dumb, baby. Your not even trying to save yourself." She murmurs, fingers pressing harder on your throat and hip with each word. Your breathing is slightly interrupted, causing you to pant, your eyes watering.

She just rolls her eyes at you. "You're pathetic." Abby moves, adjusting herself in her throne, accidentally bumping her muscular thigh against your throbbing core, tearing a whine from your throat and cursing you to the depths of embarrassment.

Shit, I'm such an idiot. You think to yourself as your eyes well with more tears that you stop from falling by fluttering your lashes. Your not looking at abby, your eyes on the roof. You know she won't like this, but you can't bear to look at her.

Its a shame you missed her reaction, her normally unbreakable cold nature faltering, as her eyes had widened and her lips had curled into a surprised but knowing smirk.

The hand on your throat squeezes, and she evilly moves her thigh again, forcing you to whimper.

"I told you to look at me." She snaps, the hand on your throat leaving and moving to your other hip. You slowly look down at her with a guilty look on your face.

"Beg for your life." she hisses.

You sigh, before opening your mouth to begin begging when you let out a groan instead, her hands guiding your wet pussy along the hard plane of her toned thigh.

"Fuck." You stutter.

And the cocky bitch just smirks. "Go on." She purrs, her voice teasing and dripping with satisfaction.

You gulp, swallowing your pride. Her hands continue to move as you speak, "Please don't kill me." Your practically slur, using all you focus to not let your eyes roll back.

She laughs, her eyes scanning over your quivering frame. "Oh come on baby, you can do better then that." She announces, her grip tightening as she speeds up the pace.

Your legs are shaking, and honestly, your pleasantly surprised at how good she is making you feel.

You scoff, even though it sounds more like a desperate sigh, rolling your eyes at her arrogance.

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✎AUTHORS NOTE!

so uh I got bored and I didn't finish this but I wrote it ages ago when I was high and its mad cringe anyways lol bye

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